A Call into the Abyss (FT Open)

[Britannicus Solaris]

OOC: Basically, I'm a new FT nation, with very little idea how to "do" FT, so in this post, I'm basically introducing myself and hoping to learn more about FT roleplays.

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IC: The following transmission was broadcast on a continuous loop into the black abyss of space, from the newly named Albion Prime System, home system of the Commonwealth of Britannicus Solaris. It was broadcast in all the languages currently known to the scientists at the Ministry of Space, and using some of the most powerful broadcasting equipment available to Solaris at the time...

Official Transmission from the Commonwealth of

Britannicus Solaris

Greetings from Britannicus Solaris!

We have cast this message into the cosmos in the hope of meeting intelligent, friendly life-forms with who we can trade, exchange cultural objects, and share our knowledge of the universe. It is entirely possible, probable even, that another space-faring civilisation exists, perhaps closer to our home planet than we have even realised!
If such a civilisation does exist, and recieves this message, we implore you to contact us, in whatever way you deem most appropriate so that we may share in the honour that you already hold, becoming part of the Galactic, or even Universal Community. This message symbolises our hope, our determination and our goodwill, in a vast and awe-inspiring universe.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

[Apoctis]

Greetings from Britannicus Solaris!

We have cast this message into the cosmos in the hope of meeting intelligent, friendly life-forms with who we can trade, exchange cultural objects, and share our knowledge of the universe. It is entirely possible, probable even, that another space-faring civilisation exists, perhaps closer to our home planet than we have even realised!
If such a civilisation does exist, and recieves this message, we implore you to contact us, in whatever way you deem most appropriate so that we may share in the honour that you already hold, becoming part of the Galactic, or even Universal Community. This message symbolises our hope, our determination and our goodwill, in a vast and awe-inspiring universe.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

The Transmission came in and Mordal listened to it closely. He immediately scrambled, he brought up the ship's sorcerer to the bridge "Contact them with a message you fool or I will pull out your intestines and skip rope with them" The sorcerer shook his head and said" With all due respect my lord I could play jump rope with your mind before you even moved, but I shall do as requested." The Warp signal was sent out


Greetings Ones who have discovered the stars I am Lord Mordal, of Apoctis and I would like to be the first to greet you into this new universe, I hope we can arrange a meeting and maybe some more interactions that is all thank you for your time.

Mordal sat back and waited he was smiling, he was so excited of making an impression on this star faring race and he wanted to make sure it was a good one. He licked his lips, he would surely be promoted if he could go through this meeting.

[Orwyn]

In a system a great distance from the messages point of origin a communications relay station picks up the message and the AI system assigns a priority and forewords it to the proper government body. This body being the office of Levi Boucher the Administrator of the Demagan Military Central Command. Still settling into his job Bouchers staff was happy that something would come in to stop the Administrator from complaining about his office and budgets. Quickly a message was worked up and a meeting of the Executive Board was called thus keeping the Administrator out of his staffs hair for a day or two.

Official Message to Britannicus Solaris from the Office of Administrator Levi Boucher of the Demagan Military Central Command

Greetings and welcome to the universe, the people of the Necron Empire and of Orwyn are pleased to welcome you to the universe. We spend a great deal of our time in isolation but we are willing to make contacts with others. If you truly wish to learn of life deep in the universe a meeting with Imperial Officials can be arranged at your convenience.

[Britannicus Solaris]

Professor Huntingdon, head of the extraterrestrial communications department at the Ministry of Space Exploration and Colonisation, was dozing in his chair. He had been working for months, along with his team, on a messaging system powerful enough to both transmit and recieve messages across the timeless void of space. No one seriously expected any reply, and even if one came, due to the sheer distances involved, it would be years, perhaps even decades before a message could be gotten back to Britannicus. He was resting, certain that the chances of anything coming from space were a million to one.
Which is what made it even more shocking when a piercing siren sounded, and a spool of paper started to pour out of the machine. Huntingdon leapt up, startled by the sudden activity, and let out a short and violent exclaimantion. He ran over to the printing reels, and grabbed the end of the paper, his eyes darting back and forth to look for the cause of the fault. But, of course, there was no fault. This was it. First Contact.
He quickly read the translated version of the text, double checked it, and immediately put a call through to the Minister of Space Exploration and Colonisation. This was big. There might even be a knighthood in this for him...

Official Transmission from the Commonwealth of

Britannicus Solaris

From: Sir Harry Albert Victor, Minister of Space Exploration and Colonisation
To: Lord Mordal of Apoctis, Administrator Levi Boucher of the Demagan Military Central Command

Dear Sirs,

We are most surprised and pleased to have recieved such a prompt response, we were under the impression that it would take a much greater time! However, we are most pleased that it hasn't. In response to your gracious offers of a meeting, we would like to accept immediately. We would prefer a tri-lateral summit, in which representatives of all states attend, but if this is impossible for some reason of interplanetary politics, we would also be pleased to accept two seperate meetings. Would you like said meetings to be on our home planet, or would you prefer for it to be held aboard a space-station? Which ever you would prefer would be acceptable to us. We hope to learn a great deal about the universe, your cultures, and the worlds beyond our own in general, and we hope that this meeting will be a major first step.

Thank you for your co-operation.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Harry Albert Victor Chelmsford, Minister of Space Exploration and Colonisation.

Witnessed by Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

[Apoctis]

Mordal sighed, this was going to take a while "Alright sorcerer, send a response immediately we will meet with them when and how they prefer." The sorcerer nodded recalibrating he injected his powers into the transmission.

"Very well, Apoctis is fine with meeting in a interplanetary discussion,we do not care. I will contact my leader and my lord and try to arrange him meeting you, when you have determined where, when, and who we are meeting with please respond." Mordal cut transmission. "Alright lets contact Apoctis"

"Apoctis this is Lord Mordal we have encountered a new venturer to the stars and they would like to sit down and disscuss things with our anion diplomatically" the transmission picked up instant feed back "Greetings Mordal, I the voice of the lands will see to this meeting personally." Mordal shivered at the sound of his lord's voice, "Yes Daen my lord" Mordal said shakily. He then cut off transmission, and a huge eruption of fire occurred in the bridge dying down instantly, Daen emerged and proceeded forward towards Mordal "Fill me in Mordal quickly, so that I may have time to prepare" Mordal scurried ot the feet of Daen "Yes master right away" he motioned and some heretics ran off to gather all the communications and surveillance they had of this faction .

[Orwyn]

"Your Grace, Levi Boucher reports that contact has been made with another civilization, and your brother requests that you attend the meeting they wish to have. Another nation will be sending a representative too."

"I am sure even if I refuse the request I will find my self at the meeting none the less. Inform the Grand Duchess that she will be over seeing Parliament while I am gone."

"Very well your Grace."

Archduke William Kyngeston-Kuemerle was selected by the Emperor to be the official contact of the Empire. The Archduke was not over joyed with the new job as he was looking foreword to the next session of Parliament, were a number of interesting court cases were going to be tried. The Archduke left in his personal ship and had a message sent out ahead of him.

To: Sir Harry Albert Victor, Minister of Space Exploration and Colonization
From Archduke William Kyngeston-Kuemerle of Orwyn

Sir as requested the government of Orwyn has agreed to talks. I have been selected to represent the government. I would prefer a meeting on your home planet so as best to learn about your species and culture. I am en-route in my personal ship and should arrive in 24 hours time foreword all instructions and protocol so they may be followed.

[Britannicus Solaris]

Official Transmission from the Commonwealth of

Britannicus Solaris

From: Sir Harry Albert Victor, Minister of Space Exploration and Colonisation
To: Lord Mordal of Apoctis, Administrator Levi Boucher of the Demagan Military Central Command

Dear Sirs,

If you are happy to visit our home planet, we would be delighted to host the trilateral meeting in our capital, Londinium. The co-ordinates of our planet are as yet unknown to us, as we have yet to learn what system you use, so you may simply have to trace this transmission to its source. We are making all neccessary preparations for your visits, and look forward to sharing our culture with you.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Harry Albert Victor Chelmsford, Minister of Space Exploration and Colonisation.

Witnessed by Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

[Orwyn]

The Archduke arrives and his ship lands where he was instructed to. He has brought with him a small staff that will mostly be left on the ship to handle other matters, while he will take with him one bodyguard from the Guardian Corp, and his personal assistant. The rest of his staff on the ship will maintain an uplink back to Orwyn, and recored and store all conversations the Archduke enters into. He waits for a welcoming group of some kind.

[Apoctis]

The chaos lander quietly dropped from the atmosphere and opened as it touched the ground. Daen stepped out and looked around for any sort of sign if meeting. He waited standing there omnipresent and dark. The Ship closed up. Daen looked around...

Daen

[Britannicus Solaris]

The transmission had been originating from the Ministry of Space Exploration and Colonisation (MOSEC)'s listening and broadcasting post in the deserts of Neo-Victoria, a large, barren colony in the southern hemisphere of Britannicus' home planet, and it was here that the meeting would be held, partly because that was where the aliens would be lead by the transmission, and partly because of the distance from any urban centres. The meeting had been kept top secret from the public, and would only be revealed (with footage of course) after the event had finished, so as not to inspire panic amongst the...stupider citzens of Britannicus. It had also been kept secret from all but the largest foreign empires, who would no doubt be able to discover the meeting through espionage anyway. Of the empires, only Britannicus Solaris, the Franco-German Confederacy, European Russia and the United Free States had the technology to reach space, although Britannicus was significantly more advanced than the other space-faring nations that clung to Neo-Orbis, their home planet.
The site for the meeting was prepared significantly in advance, the length of time taken to affect space travel making it easily possibly to extensively pre-plan the meeting place. Essentially, the setting was a featureless desert. There was a red carpet leading to a small stage on a scaffold, which had a single podium on it, marked with the seal of Britannicus. There were also swarms of people, soldiers in ceremonial dress, journalists, diplomats, biologists, engineers, representatives of the other major empires... It was an organised chaos, but as the reports of alien vessels approaching reached their ears, they all hurriedly took their respective positions. The soldiers lined the red-carpet, as well as generally providing security for the area, and protecting for the dignitaries. The journalists and reporters all eagerly recorded every split-second of the encounter for posterity. Of course, the video would be edited heavily for the public, while it is analysed frame by frame by biologists, technicians and other experts. Dignitaries took their seats in the "grand stand"-like viewing stalls. Finally, after some time of waiting, the ships were sighted.
The first ship to land was that of Orwyn, which set itself down some short distance away. It was difficult to make out what was happening, through the heat haze and dust kicked up by its landing, but what could be made out was three figures emerging. However, as yet, no identification could be made as to what form these beings took.
Before even the dust from the first landing had cleared, another vessel rocketed to earth, with greater speed, and which opened on impact. When the second huge plume of dust and sand had cleared, there stood a demonic figure, a dark giant, clad in gold armour. The crowd let out a little gasp, and there was a stunned silence for a few seconds, before the military band struck up into the Britannic national anthem, followed by general other martial music. Of course, they had no idea if the aliens even had national anthems, let alone what they were, so performing them was out of the question. The King, King George XIX stood on the podium, some way away from the landing site, in a sharp but unremarkable suit, not wanting to appear too arrogant on a first meeting. He spoke into the microphone on the podium, and his voice boomed out across the plain, simultaneously being captured on a thousand recording devices for posterity, faltering at first under the magniyude of the occassion, but growing in strength.
"Greetings, and welcome to Neo-Orbis! I am George Battenburg Windsor Saxe-Coburg-Gotha Romanov Hapsburg Bourbon Plantagenet, King of Britannicus Solaris and representative of the Neo-Orbis branch of the Human Race for the duration of this meeting. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

[Apoctis]

Daen looked at the mortal "I am Daen Voice of Apoctis and the other gods and Lord of their lands,I have come to discuss matters of interest with your nation" Daen's dark tone of voice was spine chillingly cold, and his presence intimidating. Daen was once again the tallest here, he towered over some of the mortals, while others he merely surpassed in height by a few feet and he also could see that his presence had made the temperature surrounding him uncomfortable, whether it was too hot or too cold.

He turned back to the mortal "Lead the way to our meeting place, George" Daen spit out the mortals name, he liked using formal titles better. He noticed some other planetary dignitaries but he did not recognize them, then again most planets he recognized he was at war with. He was ready to have this meeting, he had brought numerous pieces of information on Apoctis, and a spiel to try and get these weak mortals to side with the powers of chaos and of not that at least side with the nation of Apoctis.

[Orwyn]

Out of the heat and dust the Orwyn Archduke walks towards the crowd, he and his staff are humanoid in appearance and in suits with various gadgets and gizmo's. The Archduke on his approach as he noticed the hosts were human cursed under his breath but when he came into sight he wore a smile and a good mood.

"Your Majesty you have the pleasure of addressing William Kyngeston-Kuemerle Archduke and Heir presumptive of the Imperial Throne of Orwyn. I have been empowered by my brother the Emperor of Orwyn for the duration of this meeting. I will work to cover issues important both to the everyday citizen and the Royal Family.

The Archdukes personal assistant noticed that every move was being watched and recorded, so of course he was more on edge. The Orwyn Imperial Guardsman in his nanosuit was able to take in the entire situation with little movement of his head. He had begun marking people as possible threats and with the Daedalus uplink forming the best plan of attack should the worst happen.

[Britannicus Solaris]

The King stretched out his arms.
"Welcome then, Daen and Your Highness, to Neo-Orbis! There is much we wish to discuss with you, perhaps you will follow me?"
He stepped off the podium, and walked down the red carpet leading from the scaffold, over the dry and cracked ground, to a large, almost palatial tent, which had been erected specially for the meeting. It was the size of a small building, as high as one story, and made from a mixture of blue and red silk.
Within, there was a large oak table, and three padded seats.
"I apologise for the unconventional meeting area, but since the transmission centre is in the desert, there aren't really any buildings around, except the transmission centre itself, which hardly befitted the magnitude of this accord. So, first of all, introductions. Can you both tell me something of your race's culture?"

[Orwyn]

[William] "Your Majesty the culture of Orwyn is one of higher education and hard work. Although we do have a Royal Family we scarcely use our formal titles so you can call be by my first name if you so wish. In Orwyn ones schooling costs are paid for by the government and because of this all citizens are required to finish at least a four year college program. Orwyn is a sister nation to Demaga and we are yin and yang. The people of Orwyn work hard to form the backbone of the whole Necron Empire, by filling the spots in the massive bureaucracy with out our people the Imperial Military could not do the job it does so well.

Also although our people have a human appearance we are greatly different then a human for starters our elemental base is that of the element Zinc.

I would like to ask a question of you your Majesty, you and your government set out to look to the stars for intelligent life and request meetings but keep us far away from populated areas. What is the reasoning behind this method?"

[Apoctis]

Daen loked at the two and sighed "I believe I will let you explain your self," he motioned to the king, then turning to the other diplomats, he shook his head . He was the tallest there and the most imposing. He waited for a response.

[Britannicus Solaris]

"Well, it is a mixture of concerns and proceedures. Firstly, the transmitting station which led you here was built in the desert decades ago, to keep it secret from our citizens, and other terrestrial powers. Since we don't know our galactic co-ordinates yet, we thought it would be easiest if you simply followed the signal to its source, here in the desert. Also, not knowing the size of your ships, we needed a large, open space, where nothing would be damaged by your landing. Finally, I'm sure you have realised this already, so I will be frank, we do not know either of your intentions, so to take you directly to our capital would be the act of a fool. I hope you are not offended by what is simply a reasonable precaution?"

[Apoctis]

Daen shook his head, these mortals were fools to trifle in the ways if the universe, without the knowledge. "Your precautions are well placed and understandable but you lose points on the presentation." Daen harshly voiced, "What is to be the discussion here for I have not travelled to discuss ideal things that I already know. Please let us proceed I grow tired of waiting for this to begin" Daen lurched a bit and a strange gold goblet with blue liquid appeared in his hand, he took a sip and then it disappeared. He then brought out a scroll which he carried on his side. It was burned at the edges and brown with time, the red seal was still there but broken and aged. He unrolled it carefully, in such a way that only he could see what is written. Daen then looked up waiting for a response.

[Britannicus Solaris]

"Ok, well then, let's begin... Firstly, we would like to know of you and your culture, as well as your technology, beliefs, alliances, and any other pertinant information about your nation and the universe. We are in search of interplanetary partners, to aid us in our further development and exploration of the stars, and as such, we would like to know as much about you as possible..."
The King leant back, partly out of satisfaction with his response, and partly out of a "healthy respect" for Daen...

[Orwyn]

"I would like to know before I dive into telling you all all know, if you will tell me something? It will benefit you greatly if you tell me more about you and what you will need from an ally. Things such as information about your space program, your nations education system, and political, economic, and spiritual beliefs. If these don't fit with the views and such of Orwyn or the Necron Empire we will not be keen to offer much assistance."

[Tekonia X-2]

OOC: Basically, I'm a new FT nation, with very little idea how to "do" FT, so in this post, I'm basically introducing myself and hoping to learn more about FT roleplays.

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IC: The following transmission was broadcast on a continuous loop into the black abyss of space, from the newly named Albion Prime System, home system of the Commonwealth of Britannicus Solaris. It was broadcast in all the languages currently known to the scientists at the Ministry of Space, and using some of the most powerful broadcasting equipment available to Solaris at the time...

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Official Transmission from the Commonwealth of

Britannicus Solaris

Greetings from Britannicus Solaris!

We have cast this message into the cosmos in the hope of meeting intelligent, friendly life-forms with who we can trade, exchange cultural objects, and share our knowledge of the universe. It is entirely possible, probable even, that another space-faring civilisation exists, perhaps closer to our home planet than we have even realised!
If such a civilisation does exist, and recieves this message, we implore you to contact us, in whatever way you deem most appropriate so that we may share in the honour that you already hold, becoming part of the Galactic, or even Universal Community. This message symbolises our hope, our determination and our goodwill, in a vast and awe-inspiring universe.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

One of Lord Chris's small 1 meter sized survey ships picked up the incoming message while scouting through out parts of the galaxy. The Survey ship immediately entered Sub-Space and began traveling towards where the message was coming from. A few seconds later the ship left Sub-Space and stopped several billion miles away from the home Planet of this civilization that was sending out the message. The Survey Ship began scouting the area for any life forms after a few minutes of scouting it found a habitable planet with life forms on there.

The Survey ship being the oldest and first one used back 240 years ago during the great Technological singularity, the Survey ship sent a recorded message to the In habited planet hoping that they can pick up the type of outdated radio or digital wave frequencies used back 240 years ago. The 240 year old Pre-recorded Message was this:

"Hello this is Lord Chris from the Dreigon Empire, if you are getting this pre-recorded message than that means you've walked the first steps into the Interstellar club. Please think of this recording as a message in a bottle, Who ever receives this message please know that we mean no harm to your civilization and are a peaceful race with meager intentions. All of my ships that I created over 240 years ago are AI operated, what they do is scan any surrounding starsystems and draws in the feedback, then makes calculations based on its findings and scans. But like I said before in my earlier statement we are a peaceful race, as of now 240 years later we might be technologically different by now but that doesn't mean we want stop being peaceful toward other starting interstellar civilizations. We hope that you prosper and become a blooming society of a interstellar people. Lord Chris Signing out...".


The survey ship moved in closer an Earth and moon distance, to get a better look at the Planet and its inhabitants.

[Apoctis]

"Ok, well then, let's begin... Firstly, we would like to know of you and your culture, as well as your technology, beliefs, alliances, and any other pertinant information about your nation and the universe. We are in search of interplanetary partners, to aid us in our further development and exploration of the stars, and as such, we would like to know as much about you as possible..."
The King leant back, partly out of satisfaction with his response, and partly out of a "healthy respect" for Daen...

"Hmm this may take a while" Daen murmured, "Well let me start somewhere simple, Our beliefs, we believe in the dark gods and their powers, they have destroyed together over 100000 dimensions like this one, even though it has taken them a long time in each one. The gods are the true rulers of Apoctis, and I speak for them, the leader god Apoctis especially, he owns the planet. if you believe that these gods are fictional, then come to our planet, because their real forms are walking around among us.

Our alliances are few, we hold only one agreement with New Amerik. Other than that we usually are raiding or at war. Our culture is intricate, it stems from the ancient gothic culture that we have developed in our savage society, we revolve heavily around our religion and our architecture shows the horror and torment we of chaos and evil are about. Our language is runic warp, witch to any aliens sounds exactly like their language because that is the way the language works. I am Daen Voice of Apoctia and the other gods and Lord of their lands, I watch over Apoctis the nation, i make decisions and I make sure things run the way the gods want them to run.

Now it is your turn to explain yourself and if you want any more information you will have to arrange a later meeting. I can inform you of the more interesting aspects of Apoctis, and the universe."

Daen looked at the group who mentioned necrons, shaking his head he murmured "Fools" He had met several "Necron" empires all had seemed pointless forms of a race that was fooled by a bunch of this universe's gods, who were insects compared to the gods of chaos.

[Orwyn]

(OOC: I would like to inform you the Necron Empire is not what you are thinking I am assuming, we are not Necrons from Dawn Of War, each Necron Empire member holds a species they made suited for their job, the species came to be when the Necromongers, Desmotheliens and Vampyre bread to make our respective species. Which are united by blood to form a very loyal empire.)

[Apoctis]

OOC:Yes but Daen does not know that, or anything about your nation, and necrons from warhammer 40k. Dawn of War was just a game based off of that universe.

[Tekonia X-2]

The survey ship waited silently as it continued to scan the planet downloading Quantumbytes after Quantumbytes of data from the planet. Then the same recorded message played again sending it in radio and digital wave format, hoping that this civilization could read whats being sent to them.

[Liberion Realms]

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Greetings from Britannicus Solaris!

We have cast this message into the cosmos in the hope of meeting intelligent, friendly life-forms with who we can trade, exchange cultural objects, and share our knowledge of the universe. It is entirely possible, probable even, that another space-faring civilisation exists, perhaps closer to our home planet than we have even realised!
If such a civilisation does exist, and recieves this message, we implore you to contact us, in whatever way you deem most appropriate so that we may share in the honour that you already hold, becoming part of the Galactic, or even Universal Community. This message symbolises our hope, our determination and our goodwill, in a vast and awe-inspiring universe.

Yours etcetera, etcetera, sincerely and so forth,

Prime Minister Sir Talbot Buxomly, Head of Government of Britannicus Solaris.

Signed on behalf of King George IXX, King of Britannicus and the Britannic Dominions beyond the seas, Defender of the Faith, Lord of the Britannic Lunar Colony, and Duke of Britannic Mars.

That was the message recieved by the USS Bismarck, a Pennsylvania-class frigate. It took quite some time to be filtered, as she was stationed inside the Orion nebula, which was well-known for playing hell with FTL transmissions. "What should we do, captain?" asked the first mate. The captain, Captain William Bradbury, replied, "Patch the same transmission to fleet headquarters. The President is there right now."