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Two Aliens, One Planet (Open FT (Within reason!), Intro)

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Postby Kentauroi » Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:49 pm

Asulo was its name. A small rocky planet with an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere, it orbited a yellow star at that magical range that allowed for life to sprout from the ground and flourish with ease. Far removed from galactic affairs, including the borders of any advanced interstellar empire, it was an isolated little slice of paradise in an otherwise cold region of the galaxy.

Upon its surface a small colony was growing. The (somewhat) nomadic Kentauroi had once again decided to settle for a time on solid ground, as they tended to do every few decades when they grew tired with life aboard their cityship. After a while of course, they would grow tired of remaining in one place for too long instead, and would re-board their orbiting home and fly off to nowhere in particular, but for now - they called Asulo home.

And of all the planets they had called home, for their millennia of wanderings, Asulo was perhaps the most lovely. Unspoiled by intelligent life, it was possessed of a largely temperate climate, with the exception of the equatorial and polar regions, and populated primarily by vegetation and herbivores, with few large predators. Mountain ranges did exist on some of the continents, but rolling plains and thick, lush forests tended to be the order of the day, and an occasional midnight rain ensured that the green remained rich. For many people, the nature-loving Kentauroi in particular, it could be considered perfect.

The Kentauroi were doing their best not to damage that, too. While in orbit of the world was a hyper-advanced ship so large that their entire population could reside aboard in supreme comfort, their colony on the surface was comparatively primitive. Their numerous, growing towns were constructed entire of natural materials that they could find growing around them, their food was all grown on the new farms they had set up some distance away, and there was no sign of infrastructure such as electrical grids or sewage systems. The past colonies of the Kentauroi took many forms, but this was certainly the most rustic. For all intents and purposes, they appeared as a primitive, pre-industrial people,

Indeed, only their moderately-sized cruiser, which lay several miles from their city, one of many which still remained aboard their mothership above, provided any evidence that they were actually a highly technologically advanced society. But aside from its subspace transceiver array and its sensor pallet, both of which were required in order to keep in contact with their automated home above and to keep an eye on their surroundings, it was thoroughly dormant. On a daily basis, a citizen of the nearby capital town took a turn maintaining a shift aboard the cruiser, to keep an eye on its systems.

Typically, a boring job. Until today. Dianthe hated her turns aboard the cruiser, but she had been repeatedly told that it was necessary. That didn't negate the sense of boredom, nor the claustrophobia she suffered from its dimly lit, highly spartan interior. But when a transmission arrived, the first since their arrival on Asulo, followed by bizarre sensor readings several hundred lightyears away, she began to understand why it was necessary.

The sensors showed that... something had appeared near the edge of the galaxy. Whatever it was, it was huge, and was followed by a simple signal, distributed in many languages - "You have two solar days to leave your planet." It did not appear to be directed at anybody, and its signal strength was immense, but Dianthe felt a sickening sensation in her stomach when she saw that it came attached with coordinates; coordinates which pointed directly at Asulo.

***

Entering the officially-recognised border of the Milky Way, after a vast journey across intergalactic space, the large object maintained a steady course towards the isolated world known as Asulo. It appeared to be moving under its own steam, but it was unusually featureless. A perfectly smooth (so smooth that even the most powerful of sensors could not detect any imperfections) shell formed an irregularly-shaped spheroid that measured well over two hundred kilometres in diameter from its most distant points, the object was unlike anything seen before. Sensors could not penetrate this dull brown shell, and there appeared to be no form of openings or doors anywhere on its surface, at least none that could be seen or detected. There did not even appear to be engine nacelles or weapons emplacements of any kind; just a vast, smooth, featureless shell.

It maintained a steady speed towards Asulo. Assuming it did not change its speed, it would arrive in just over two Earth Standard days. What would transpire when it did, was not clear.



OOC: I did post this a while ago, but I was forced into inactivity and couldn't recall my password until now. So I'm going to give it another try!
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Postby The Ctan » Sat Oct 01, 2011 4:58 pm

Telissat was dragging its feet. It could potentially be a long time before it was back in this galaxy, and rather than heading out of it at full speed, it was taking its time. The vast self aware ship had been disgraced, and was being informally punished by reassignment to a distant part of the universe. It was, one could say, pure fortune that it had happened to be in the light-cone of the message, but the decision took less than a fraction of a nanosecond, it could stay a little longer and easily justify its actions if it were to investigate this possible genocide; it might even get a few new tales to tell its beloved.

It stepped-down its inertialess drive from the middle-setting it had been on to one a few shades less, and swung about in a wide arc, heading for the planet Asulo. A ship of its design, an Arnstoan Rhien-pattern heavy cruiser, could travel clear across the galaxy in under a second at full speed, and though it had no need for such speeds now, as even at a fraction of that speed it arrived almost instantly, its transcendent velocity dropping off to make it seem to appear as though from nothing.

Bows to stern, the ship was four miles long, a huge construction of jade and jet, its makeup seeming to waver between some kind of stone and metal, golden sigils decorating every surface, and shimmering with power as it scanned its environs, taking in everything in a fraction of a second.

The looming threat in the distance, and the colony ship in orbit, drifting asteroids and the multidimensional bow wave of a distant ship powered by Heim drive, a few scattered space-dwelling life forms in the distance, and the settlement on the surface, along with the mass disruption of a buried spacecraft of size, its initial scan took in an amount of detail about its surroundings that would bedazzle most captains with its detail and skill.

And the object in the distance confounded many of those sensors. Which was odd.

Two steps were immediate to Telissat.

First, contact the object.

It beamed a signal to it on the same encoding and schema as the one it had reieved.

"Hello there. Just dropping by, as I picked up your signal. Could you please answer one small question? Why do you want these people to move?"

The second, as the ship in orbit seemed unmanned, contact the people on the ground.

The ship displaced a small object into the village, a disc the size of a penny, which levitated under its own power, and projected a hologram around it. This remote, one of dozens of types of avatar Telissat had, created an image that appeared real, and could use sophisticated pressor and attractor fields to give the illusion of solidity.

The image it projected was that of its prime avatar, currently left behind, a tall black haired humanoid, with slenderly pointed ears, and robes and cloak of jade and black, worn over a Menelmacari-style uniform jacket and trousers, with lozenge-diamond shaped rank pins of marble, deepest black but shot through with the colours of nebulae and bright stars.

One small part of the remote transcended the merely physical, and could more accurately be called magic, an element that allowed its words to be heard by any person as 'spoken in tongues,' which was to say, any listener would perceive it as their native language, spoken perfectly, though with an accent that often turned out to be upper class, as it was pitched to fill large rooms and halls.

Wandering as though at random, but truthfully seeking an entry point for one of the ships identified from orbit, he spoke, loudly, not necessarily enough to wake those in nearby buildings, but certainly alive, "Hello?" he said, "I've come to help..."
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Postby Kentauroi » Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:23 pm

The main settlement of Asulo, while called a city by its inhabitants, could certainly be mistaken for a village. Built entirely out of stone, wood and primitive mud-based cement, the various buildings that littered the empty grass plains rarely went above three or four storeys in height purely due to the limitations presented by the basic materials used in their construction. Some appeared residential, and had windows protected not by glass, but overhanging canopies to keep rain out and fabric netting to deny entry to insects, and none of the wooden doors appeared to have locking mechanisms. It was all uneven and basic, and commanded a rustic quality not found on civilised worlds often in this day and age.

The avatar of the aliens, perhaps the only object of any technological sophistication for many miles around, appeared in the edge of the market district, near the city centre, and would find it quite dark at this time of night. No artificial illuminations were present in the streets, which were not paved nor cobbled in any fashion, though faint candle light could be seen flickering through one or two of the windows of nearby homes. It was unusual for any Kentauroi to be out at this time of night, or even awake for that matter, but the distant, rapid sound of muffled 'clopping' could be heard, and seemed to be getting closer.

And then from round the corner, Dianthe galloped, skidding around buildings clumsily as she struggled to stay on her hooves at such a pace. The seemingly young Kentauride regained her pace after steadying herself and shot past the uniformed stranger seemingly oblivious to his presence. She managed to get a good hundred metres before skidding to a halt, nearly falling over onto her torso into the process, and slowly she turned her body around to look back. She peered back at the unusual form for a few moments, sticking her fingers through her maroon hair to scratch her head in confusion, then made the decision to trot cautiously back to get a closer look at it.

She circled the figure at a slight distance once she was closer, her hoofed feet making soft padding noises in the moist earth beneath them, and tugged at her loose-fitting, hand-woven white blouse as though conscious of the basic coverings she wore in comparison to the elaborate uniform of the biped she faced. It was hard to tell from her scrunched facial expression whether she was dumbfounded by the very existence of an alien at all, or merely his presence in this particular place, and though she hadn't the scanning equipment to know for certain that the avatar was not a real being, she seemed to doubt it instinctively.

"What are you, and how did you come to be here?" she asked, her warm tone tainted by cautious bewilderment.

***

The object in space, hurtling towards Asulo through unseen means, appeared untroubled by the arrival of Telissat. Certainly, no changes could be sensed from the outside at any rate. It maintained its course, though on closer examination it would be noted that its forward momentum was ever-so-slowly decreasing, at a rate such that it would reach a relative stop in exactly two days, and would leave it right next to Asulo.

For a while it could not be determined if the object had received Telissat's transmission, and even if it had, it seemed to be either contemplating a response or simply ignoring them. It was nearly fifteen minutes before it responded, using the same powerful carrier-wave as before, in a simplistic, very manner-of-fact way, and in a tone that - had it been human - would have sounded surprised that somebody would even have to ask the question: "They are in the way."
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Postby Mount-Olympus » Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:51 pm

The Olympian Security Council, alert for intergalactic intrusions due to the recent Milky Way -Demonoid War had detected an object entering the Milky Way. They had also been monitoring its transmissions. The Messenger/Intelligence Gathering Ship Hermes was dispatched to the location because King Zeus was worried that it might be the Demonoids preparing another invasion of the galaxy. He knew that the Demonoids would be back one day. Was this one of theirs?

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Near the object, just ahead of it but to the left of it, a massive wormhole opened up but only a small ship came through. The pilot typed a message into the console which was then beamed to the approaching object:

What is your origin. What is your business in this galaxy.


He then quickly sent another message:

Are you friend or foe?

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Postby The Fedral Union » Sat Oct 01, 2011 9:04 pm

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Postby Kentauroi » Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:37 pm

Perturbed by the apparent confusion of these aliens, none of whom it had bothered to distinguish from one another, and all of whom were assumed - based on precisely no evidence at all (indeed, if the object had sensors, which it must, their emissions were either undetectable, or it simply hadn't used them yet) - to have originated from their target world, the object responded to the newcomer slightly faster this time, a mere ten minutes in fact.

"We originate elsewhere. Our 'business' is to continue."

Even more annoyingly, the aliens sent another message from the same ship - they were sending each sentence as a separate message! There was no delay this time.

"Neither. You have done nothing to ingratiate yourselves in either classification. Do not interfere in our continuation and you shall evade being classified as the latter."
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Postby The Fedral Union » Sun Oct 02, 2011 9:48 pm

That ship approaching was the TAS Cairo. One of the many Charleston class frigates on the patrol, it had been out on a scan for any insurgency in to Terran controlled routes. Of course now it was on a different mission, to find out what was going on that was so import a signal that strong needed to be sent. Auroras of flaming and lighting like energy surrounded the ship as it passed through a hyper corridor swirling clouds of energy crackling around the tube like form. The crew could see no stars only the wonderful vibrant colors their passage through FTL was like.

The CIC was quiet, the AI for now was focusing on matters of keeping the ship running, it had recently been augmented with psi circuitry and thus was underway with various adjustments to its systems. The crew meanwhile Captain Jose Suarez , his XO Jenifer Pallet and CIC personnel were all busy at their respective duty assignments. The Captain of course being in command contemplating their actions. It was a time when they were all semi at ease with the situations in hand. Jose gazed at the blinking indicator that pointed to the location of the star ship in hyperspace on the large center holographic table.

Just like ships of old had control centers crowded with advanced equipment and consoles this ship was too. Jose could hear the beeping and blinking of the numerous holo consoles and hard surface auxiliary panels as his mind wandered about in its own fashion. He blotted the noises out with his thoughts. ~” What a cluster fuck this might be knowing how these things turnout we'll be lucky if we don't get in to a fight.~

Jennifer took him out of his waning attention to the details of the ship and snapped him out of his near trance. She spoke in a mild manner to the commander of the ship. ”Sir, Captain Suarez...” He looked over to her and spoke blinking for a moment. ”Yes Lieutenant commander?” His voice was its usual plain tone. The XO could tell his thoughts were hardly on ship affairs. She offered nothing to say but.”We're coming out of hyperspace shortly. Cairo wont be able to physically be present on the bridge, but engineering said she'll be ready to assume full duties other than that in the time we get to our destination.” Jose responded with a simple nod. ”Thank you commander. Whats our ETA at cruise speed?”

Jennifer responded in the same tone as before, every-one was used to her being collective even during moments of strain beyond what most people could take.” two minutes thirty seconds by the last count.” Jose furrowed a brow and nodded again, he sunk back in to his chair for a moment. The CIC itself was still quiet even after more messages and signals were picked up by long range sensors. As the ship propelled in to the system it tore a rift in to space and time its form decelerating the flames and cracklings of energy that had encircled it gone as soon as it was spat out .

”Hyper jump complete sir.” The con officer said simply as he gazed over the consoles before him. Jose like a true commander ordered a report. ”Whats the situation, and it seems we have more company here than usual.”

Cairo The ships AI spoke up Jennifer sat at a console to the left of the captain's chair. ”I'm reading a massive ship, its from a race we're familiar the other object, I have no idea..” Jose sat up in his chair as the small 250 meter ships four engines roared to life. Blue and white particle jets faded in to the darkness behind as it maneuvered closer. Jose decided to send them a message he looked to Jennifer then to the AI and said . ”Patch me through wide channel”

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 This is   the Terran Alliance Ship Cairo to all, parties we've picked up strange signals from this area and we were on patrol near a  trade station and have come to investigate. I am Captain Jose Suarez, the commander of the ship.


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A Simple message that was more clear then that of a cloudless sky. They hoped it would do the trick and not get them "wasted" as they would coin it. Jose looked to Cairo and then Jennifer then he looked to see if they responded yet, now it was time to wait. The ship came to a crawl holding a position far enough away for most weapons to lash at them. Its maneuvers were erratic but non hostile.
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Postby The Ctan » Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:59 am

++ Main Settlement Remote ++

“I am an image projected from a ship, I happened to be passing through the area,” he didn’t mention the exact circumstances, he was proud of his actions, and so were his people, but the whole banishment thing wouldn’t sound too good to one who knew not the details, “that thing headed for your planet, its first mistake was to broadcast its intent to all and sundry. I am,” he waited, and pointed to a point in the sky, where a bright star moved against the background, far brighter than any other planet. Shuttles and small space stations could be seen as stars from the ground of a planet they orbited, in low orbit and though Telissat was further away, it was also very large, “that, in fact. A self-aware warship of the C’tani people, who have never yet turned their backs on those in need,” that was a little untrue, they had done that but usually only with very good mathematical proofs of why people involved were better off without their help. He offered Dianthe a telescope; one made of mirror-fields, lensing fields and opaque darkfields, though it seemed like simply a hand-held model made of leather and glass to the touch, it was many orders of magnitude more sophisticated than it looked, “In case you want to take a closer look, anyway,” he said, walking off in the direction she had come, his boots carrying him at a ground eating march of a place, though still not quite as quick as she had come, “you were going somewhere, yes?” after all, every minute wasted could be a minute they were doing something more important. If she glanced through the telescope, it would show her a half lit image of the vast ship, shining a deep sea green, from a side view, stepped pyramids and long vanes jutting from its flat-ish body.

“I came to have an image here, of course, because I want to communicate that I want to help. By the by, a couple of other ships have turned up from other civilizations so far, they’ll probably be in touch soon, you may want this,” he held out ther other hand as he walk-hustled, a smooth black stone appearing in his hand, teleported from his huge manufacturing bays, engraved with golden writing made up of zig-zags and circles, half circles, and a few other shapes, “it’s a portable communication device, as you don’t seem to have one. It should allow you to pick up anything that anyone in orbit broadcasts or beams to this area, because you’re clearly not as rustic as you look, I’m sure you know how to handle it. The name’s Telissat by the way.”

++ Intermediate Range Comms ++

TelissatUnidentified Vessel (A) (Intermediate Range Collimated C-Beam)

Telissat looked at the object’s simple, straightforward declarations, and wondered if it was actually dealing with a sapient being.

“Allow me to add some information, I’m not actually with these guys,” he transmitted a string of data vaguely describing the other ships that had arrived, characteristically jumping a few pages in the conversation to address one issue that may have come up, “though we are all natives of this galaxy. We want to know some things; if you could answer a few questions, that would be helpful in understanding you:

“What is your designation? Who are you? What do you want? Why do you wish to go here?”

TelissatUnidentified Vessel (B) – Recent Arrival (Intermediate Range Collimated C-Beam)

“Hello there. I am the Necrontyr Ship Telissat, in orbit of the planet. May I ask your intent in dealing with this entity?"

++Short Range Comms++

TelissatCairo (Short Range Unidirectional)

“Captain Suarez, Hello, I am the Imperial Necrontyr Ship Telissat. I’ve a terminal talking to one of the people of this world at the moment, she should be online soon, we seem to be dealing with a remarkably narrowly focused entity here, I am exloading my records on the situation so far, they should be some assistance. Please advise if you wish to coordinate a situation response.”
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Postby Allanea » Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:06 am

Diary of Alexander Kazansky. Entry #60,445

Nightmares are not the worst thing to dream of.

They are just not. I hate nothing more than my best dreams. The beautiful ones.

In these dreams, I am at the steering wheel of one of my smaller yachts – perhaps the
Nightingale, but it does not matter. What matters that it is fast, and nimble, and I am steering it up the shore of Liberty-Harbor. The sea air is fresh and clean, even this close to the city. Even in my dream I can smell it – cool and ripe with sprinkles of water.

And you are there, too. You are standing behind me, with both your hands placed on my shoulders, talking to me about something. I am explaining everything to you.

“That, dearest? Those are the Concord University dorms. They're where the Kidney used to be, that ugly Pilonese thing. “

You laugh in my dream. You are happy to see how beautiful the city has become. And I am happy, because you are there, and you are happy. And the engine roars in the boat, and we go along the shore together.

And, in my dream, you say:

“Thank you, Sasha. This was a wonderful trip. I've never seen Liberty-City like that.”

And you stand in front of me, and I look into your eyes. And of course – it's a dream – you kiss me.

It is so real. I can feel your lips on mine for that dazzling, terrible minute. And then I wake.

It is so real, the dream, that for a few glorious, blazing minutes, I believe it had really happened yesterday. That you were here, and we spent the day together, and that you loved me.

I wake up happy. I wash myself, I get dressed. I am out of the room by the time reality hits me.

Oh god. It wasn't real.

Suddenly it's like my flesh has become empty inside. I walk to my work office slowly, carefully, not to shatter the empty, porcelain shell, not to let my suffering spill out.


*


The ship entering the Asulo system is not unusual in its exterior. It is a massive wedge of metal – larger even than a necron tombship. It speeds towards the planet. Those with advanced surveillance systems – practically everyone involved – will notice its sensors coming alive, scanning the planet's environs.

Then, messages are broadcasted:

To the TAS Cairo:

This is Alexander Kazansky, President of the United States of Allanea, aboard the SS Reckless Audacity, a yacht, registered Liberty-City. I have been on a private trip. I have intercepted an extragalactic signal, of threatening content, addressed to the local populace. Can you shed light on what is going on?

To the Telissat:

Dear friend. I believe you are well-capable of recognizing my ship. Would it be possible for you to clarify this situation? Do you need me to slag something?
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Postby The Ctan » Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:40 am

"President Kazansky, an unexpected surprise. forwarding you my observations now, it seems... possible. I must talk to the population a little more before deciding a course of action though. May I send an avatar aboard your fine vessel to discuss?"
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Postby Allanea » Mon Oct 03, 2011 11:08 am

«This is the most excellent idea. There are shuttle ports on the ship, or alternatively I could shut down shields for you to teleport on board.”
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Postby Kentauroi » Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:52 pm

Dianthe eyed the avatar curiously for a moment as it explained what it was and where it came from. She wasn't sure whether it was a case of Uncanny Valley syndrome, or simply the fact that 'he' had no sort of scent about him whatsoever (and her species had an excellent sense of scent, though she had suffered from a cold recently...) but she had suspected that he wasn't a flesh-and-blood person as soon as she'd gotten closer to him. She felt vindicated as he explained, and handed her a telescope to see his ship.

"Ah, forcefield-enhanced holography, then," she nodded, the tone of bewildered caution replaced by cautious curiosity. She was aware that acknowledging her familiarity with the technology had the side-effect of confirming the avatar's suspicions that her people were technogically-savvy, but at this point it seemed rather superfluous to keep up that particular charade. She took the telescope and briefly looked up through it at the sky, out of courtesy to the being more than anything else for she was in something of a rush. "An inventive way for an artificial inteligence to communicate. Your ship - or you, rather- are very impressive. My name is Dianthe. It is good to meet you."

She handed the object back to the hologram, unsure whether it was projected from his matrix or an actual object that had been displaced down to him from the ship above, and took the communications device from him and eyed it curiously after thanking him.

"I appreciate the offer of help, but I am merely a Chiliarch, I haven't the authority to accept or decline it," she explained, not necessarily aware that her rank, a word she hadn't even uttered in over twenty years, might not be understood by the avatar. By this point, she was too flustered by her recent discovery to think of such things. "I was on my way to wake our Basileus and inform him of what Palinouros has detected. You may meet with him also, if you wish? He is just over there, in our capitol building."

She pointed with one of her slender, pale-skinned arms at a building some three hundred metres away, across the central square. It wasn't any more elaborate than any of the other buildings out there, except for the fact that it seemed to have been built according to a design - its front was symmetrical, with a large, arch-shaped door and two large windows on each side.

***

These aliens were growing tiresome. Constantly asking questions, the answers to which were of no concern to them, and now sending over data packets that had to be decompiled, then recompiled into an appropriate file format, then translated into a useful language, only to find that they contained information of absolutely no interest. And now, more questions! How hard was it for them to understand the simple, fairly polite request that was being made of them - to move out of the way?! All of the other thousands of space-faring species it had displaced on its journey had understood! Granted, a few had attempted to resist, but in the end even they grasped the concept of self-preservation!

The response to the latest inquiry took over half an hour, though it was hardly worth the wait. "This vessel is Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two. We are us. We want to continue. We wish to go there so that we might continue."

Immediately after that message, it seemed that whoever was drafting the responses began to grow tired of the enquiries. "You shall remove your people from the target planet. You now have one day, twelve hours, forty-two minutes and six seconds to comply."
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Postby The Ctan » Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:37 pm

Aboard

Deep within the vessel, behind blast doors guarded by ferocious automated defense systems, shielded from intrusion, and laced with more of the same, dozens upon dozens of spherical objects festooned with sockets, were removed from stasis vaults by automated systems. These stasis vaults were what were called nullity chambers; unlike more basic models, their contents ceased to exist when they failed, collapsing and vanishing in a way too complex to be described in most species' languages, not quite violating conservation of mass-energy, but seeming to. The security was necessary. Each of them was a simple device, at heart, and in its heart, or rather, beyond the complex hypersphere at its heart, was a considerable amount of compressed anti-matter, more than could be held in their prosaic shells. Should mere conventional stasis have failed with these aboard, and they have been destroyed by a weapons hit, catastrophic damage to the ship or even a planet it was on or in orbit of would follow.

They were not precisely the ship's most powerful weapons, an ancillary system, remote deployable warheads, that it began to emplace into casings suspiciously reminiscent of early sea-mines, right down to the prongs that emerged from them.

Orbit

Another of Telissat’s avatars was sent to the Reckless Audacity; and it arrived in… possibly the most Allanean way. It sat on a jet-cycle, as used by one model of necron destroyer, with a control joystick on one side, and a huge gun on the other, it shot through space, its sophisticatedly robotic rider zipping through space without a helmet or any more protection than a copy of the uniform its groundbound cousin wore. The avatar appeared human, rather than necrontyr, as President Kazansky was well known for his anger at a certain necrontyr over a personal matter, and Telissat didn’t want that to colour his interactions.

Ground

“It's good to meet you Dianthe, and certainly, we should probably meet with your leaders then,” Telissat said.

The avatar shimmered, folding into a four inch replica of its actual shape, hovering about shoulder height to a Centaur, “It’d look silly if I kept pace with you as a humanoid,” it said, expecting her to race off again, ready to do likewise, even for a short distance.

It arrived at the indicated building, and throttled back, waiting, and reverting to its normal form.

++ Long Range Comms ++

Telissat flickered a beam to the nearest Necrontyr relay station, fully seventeen thousand light years away, requesting that a courier ship be assigned to establish a beacon-cordon of one hundred light years around the affected zone. It would take some time to do, but as each beacon could contact ships capable of many types of faster-than-light communication over more than two hundred light years, only a few beacons would be needed to cover all approaches. It deployed several dozen in-system lightspeed communications beacons into solar and planetary orbit, too, bearing the same message.


URGENT PRIORITY
MESSAGE TO SPACERS:
Unarmed vessels, please avoid Star System XJ3929 on Standard Inhabitable Star Catalogue (Relative Coordinates Attached), due to Extragalactic Incursion, Type Unknown, Statements Potentially Inimical to Other Life. Humanitarian aid may be necessary. All queries and offers of assistance should be directed to INS Telissat or TAS Cairo at this star system. Message Repeats.

++ Intermediate Range Comms ++

Telissat Unidentified Vessel (A) (Intermediate Range Collimated C-Beam)

We are curious about your life form. We may well remove people from the target planet. Who am I speaking to? Are you a ship-mind, or an on-board intelligence, one of many? Do you speak for the collective as part of a hive species, or do you speak as one with authority?

++Short Range Comms++

Telissat Reckless Audacity (Las-Line Comms)

Coming aboard now, by the by, do you mind if I suggest your ship as the perfect place for a situation discussion for captains in the area? We may need to unfuck this cluster, looks like.
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Postby The Fedral Union » Mon Oct 03, 2011 3:47 pm

The messages were received with no difficulty on the part of Cairo or her crew. Jose looked to a blinking indicator for a moment as it began to track the new ship IFF was clearly Allanean. Jose was wondering why such an IFF was here much less the IFF of a foreign leaders personal ship. They weren't diplomats they were soldiers and sailors assigned to protect the lives of others most notably in their own nation. Jenifer looked at the captain before he responded in a mild voice. ” Send the Telissat and yacht a message telling them we agree for the need to cooperate. Frankly I don't like the idea of more out of galaxy invaders.”. Jenifer nodded in agreement. For the most part they had no knowledge of anything , but the appearance of two well known and non hostile races to the alliance at least meant that they could all work together somehow. As each of them did have their own strengths to behold.

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 This is Suarez, we would be delighted to work in common cause . Alas we know nothing about the aliens themselves or these eerie transmissions. But to be frank  I don't like  such threats.  As we are not a properly equipped diplomatic ship, I request that we  meet in person at a location of your choosing, what ever we need to coordinate we should do it with haste.


-blop-


Jose called Cairo through the inter com, he sunk back in his chair awaiting a response from the other ship, he wondered exactly what was to transpire here.” Cairo, I want you to attempt a request to establish an up-link with the other ships, I also want a long scan real time if possible on the sources of the transmissions.” Cairo responded. All-right, I can possibly locate what ever those things or thing might be.Or where its headed by the signals it sends out. We'll get some warning at least , until they come in to the range of our FTL scanners .” Jose gave the AI a nod before he stood up from his chair. He walked away from it passing Jenifer towards the holo table. He leaned over it watching an indicator dot appear in a zoomed out view with three clusters of green and one yellow dot where the system was. He nor the crew were sure if they should even be here. But they might not have had a choice even if they hadn't come. Things always seemed to get back to the Alliance.

Jennifer could tell the captain wasn't keen on having to play diplomat but he had the training too if need be, so did she. But they hardly ever had to use it. She asked the commander of the ship who by now had straightened up a bit from his leaning. ”Sir if I may ask, do you want me to meet wit-” He looked to her and shook his head. ”No lieutenant commander- Jennifer I have to do this myself I need someone here watching the ship if shit hits the fan.” Jennifer merely nodded and turned to her station Cairo was doing most of the work now, but some things were always kept to the personnel of the ship. Even if the AI was quite capable of doing those tasks the crew would go mad having nothing to do besides Virtual simulations.


Of course who knew what was to come, it was at least comforting to everyone to know that they could make some sort of directional sense of what was coming. The ships engines came to life once more thrusting it forth it maneuvered and banked to starboard side coming in to position with the other two vessels, while it was heavily armed and shielded especially for a ship of its class , none of its teeth were shown. One could tell where the vertical lunch tubes opened both atop and bellow the ship.
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Postby Allanea » Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:14 pm

Aboard the SS Reckless Audacity, vehicle deck

The landing bay gate shifts open, a massive metal plate merging into the side of the ship as it slides sideways, revealing a gaping hole into open space. A forcefield – visible to the naked eye only as a slight shimmering where the wall used to be – is now the only protection the yacht's lone passenger had from spilling out into the void along with all the contents of the landing bay.

An ancient proverb states: The only difference between adults and children is the price and quality of their toys. Nothing illustrates this wisdom so much as the landing bay of the Reckless Audacity. Arranged along its walls are pleasure vehicles of every type – jetcycles, space yachts appearing like toys compared to the scope of the ship itself, a lonely snowmobile and various other engines.

And of course there is the owner himself. Alexander Kazansky, the Boy-President. His large brown eyes tracking the jetcycle as it approaches the landing bay, his black hair in disarray, his clothing black as always. Only a gleaming metal flask at his hip breaks the monotony of the black.

“Welcome aboard the Audacity, comrade!” - he waves as the jet-cycle tears through the shimmering barrier. - “I believe I require no introduction. Should I order the drones to fix us a meal? I have excellent Dersconi vodka. And of course, you should tell me what the hell is going on.”

An astute observer might note the Boy-President to be... ever so slightly drunk.
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Postby Kentauroi » Mon Oct 03, 2011 5:39 pm

Dianthe watched the avatar shrink its form and dart off, immediately summoning images of tiny pixies in her imagination, with a bemused look and a raised eyebrow. She had half-wanted to see the biped form running at speed, if only to amuse her on this otherwise dark day, but the avatar was probably right - it would look ridiculous. And this was not a day for comedy, not anymore. Until her duty was done, distractions weren't just a waste of her time, they were potentially dangerous. She shook her head, metaphorically shaking away her irrelevant musings, and quickly galloped after the pixie-like hologram, which had reached the capitol building and returned to its previous shape.

She quickly reached down and pushed the heavy wooden door open, wincing as it creaked on its wooden hinge loudly, and motioned for the avatar to follow her inside. On the wall nearest the door were two wooden torches, which remained lit even when everybody was asleep just in case of emergencies. She reached out and took one, and told the avatar to wait while she woke the Basileus. It would hardly do to have an alien hologram present in their leader's bedchambers, after all, no matter the emergency. It was bad enough that she was going in there.

She disappeared off down a narrow hallway, her clattering hooves getting fainter as she went further away. The capitol building was not especially large and mostly made from wood, so most of the noises and words that followed would undoubtedly be audible even from the avatar's position.

She awoke the Basileus as tactfully as she could, and waited outside his door as he got dressed. Once he emerged, he could be heard asking what "could possibly be so important" as to wake him at this time of the night. She then proceeded to explain everything that Palinouros, the name of their cruiser on the ground, had detected; the object, the initial message from said object, and the deadline it had given them to leave. Dianthe had left Palinouros immediately after having seen the sensor readings and heard the message, and as she had no communications equipment she had no idea what had transpired afterwards other than what the Necron avatar had told her. After she informed him of the avatar's presence and what it claimed to be here for, the sound of hooves on wooden floorboards began once again, getting closer.

They emerged from the corridor, illuminated by the torch Dianthe still held. Dianthe's appearance as a childlike young woman in basic clothing was contrasted completely by the elaborate, gold-highlighted, blue velvet tunic worn by the Kentauroi who stood beside her now. His short black hair was unkempt from the pillow, but retained a far more disciplined style, and his face, though displaying no more signs of age than hers, appeared wizened and serious, with a day's worth of stubble forming around his chiselled jaw. He stood at least two feet taller than Dianthe, and had a powerful, well-built physique.

"I am Simonides of Kedoi, Basileus of the Kentauroi," he said, his voice deep and powerful, his words well-enunciated. "You are the artificial intelligence here to helps us against this unknowable threat from beyond the stars, yes?"

He held out his hand, in a gesture he had learned from a primitive people the Kentauroi had lived amongst millennia ago. "Your offer is most gracious. Anything you can do to assist will be appreciated. Asulo is too beautiful, too perfect a world, to be taken away by fiends with mysterious objectives."

He turned to Dianthe for a moment. "I think it is time to awaken Centaurus, Dianthe. Go and find Archon Ambrosius, and inform him to bring the other Archons to me. Return here as soon as you have done this."

"Yes, Basileus," she nodded respectfully, and nodded at the avatar. "I shall undoubtedly see you again. Good morning."

She handed the burning torch to her leader, along with the communications device that the avatar had given her, and trotted out of the capitol building in search of the Archon.

"Tell me, 'avatar'," Simonides said, emphasising the word 'avatar' in a subtle ploy at trying to get it to reveal its name. "I need to know all that I can know about this 'object' that threatens my home. If you would be so kind."

***

'May'? 'May' remove people from the target planet? At least they had finally gotten the message, and were considering complying. That was a small victory, emphasis on the 'small'. But so many questions had been answered, and still only a 'may'! A possibility! A glimmer of hope! It had been hoped that the planet would already be abandoned by now, and this whole mess would be over. Still, if continuing to answer these mundane questions would convince these aliens to leave of their own accord, it was worth pursuing.

As a result of this more pliant attitute, only five minutes elapsed before a response was issued.

"I am not a life form. You will remove people from the target planet. You are speaking to the Primary Control System, of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two. I am the Primary Control System, of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two. I speak on behalf of the inhabitants of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two."

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Postby Mount-Olympus » Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:01 pm

Hermes to Unidentified Vessel:

Are you subjects of the Demonoids or have you had any type of alliance with the Demonoids? If you are then I cannot allow you to pass.
Assuming you are not:
If your species wishes simply to continue, why not just share the planet with it's current inhabitants? If this is not satisfactory, there are numerous uninhabited worlds in this galaxy that are open for colonization by civilizations such as the one that sent you here.

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Postby Kentauroi » Mon Oct 03, 2011 8:20 pm

One of the alien ships was becoming increasingly incoherent, using words it did not understand and suggesting that they could stop it somehow. The object had little time for incoherence, with such important work lying ahead of it. It contemplated removing the alien ship, given its threats against continuation. Then decided it would be easier to just deal with it with words and hope that would suffice - it was still hoping for the aliens to leave of their own accord, with a minimum of energy expenditure required. Removing one alien ship could provoke the remaining ships, and it would be forced to waste its efforts on them as well.

"The word, 'Demonoids', is not known to us. Your statement is in error; you cannot prevent us from passing. Communal habitation of the target planet is not possible; there will be no planet to share. The target planet was identified as suitable, and the continuation process cannot be halted. Colonisation is not part of the continuation. Alert: Threats against Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two, or the continuation process, shall not be tolerated."

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Postby The Ctan » Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:30 am

Aboard

The ship contained many thousands of ground troops, neatly packed away in stasis alcoves, ranging from those that could blend as human to strange contructs that served as tank-scale constructs. Amidst these, now, things moved, maintainance drones that served to supervise their awakening from sleep.

“Why have you awakened me, Telissat? You should have no need of us,” spoke the Immortal.

“Apologies, friend,” the ship’s voice echoed, “but we have an issue.”

The Immortal paused, inloading the data, and nodded, “I agree.”

Orbit

The necron ship provided a datalink to the Terran one.

SS Reckless Audacity

“Freeman Kazansky, as you seem to be here on private business, thank you for seeing me,” Telissat said, wincing inwardly at the man’s apparent state of inebriation, “that sounds most agreeable. I arrived here shortly before you did, it was merely fortuitous that I happened to be passing,” he retold his tale, and of the messages that had gone back and forth so far.

“I think that it may be a sleeper ship, possibly even non-sapient. If so it may not be able to take this situation into account. We shall soon find out.”

Ground

“ I am the Imperial Necrontyr Starship Telissat, Telissat for conversation and Teli to my friends, Basileus,” he said, apparently Dianthe hadn’t mentioned that, he held his hand up, and an image of the intruder ship with scale and velocity notation – that translated in the same way his speech did – and lines of text indicating the conversation it had with the ship so far. A new line appeared.

++ Intermediate Range Comms ++

Telissat Unidentified Vessel (A) (Intermediate Range Collimated C-Beam)

I would very much like to speak to one of the inhabitants of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two, could you arrange that for me?
"The Necrons were amongst the first beings to come into existance, and have sworn that they will rule over the living." - Still surprisingly accurate!
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"Many races and faiths have considered themselves to be a threat to the Necrons, but their worlds and their cultures are now little more than interesting archaeology."
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Postby Allanea » Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:52 am

“My dear friend,” Kazansky said - “You must pardon my state of disarray. I have been attempting to drown myself in drink just as I received this message. Frankly, I am not sure I give a flying one that this is a colony ship. If it is non-sapient, wouldn't it be the crew and passenger who programmed it in this manner? I'm sorry if I don't feel much sympathy to people who program their car to drive through other people's houses.”
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Postby The Ctan » Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:08 am

"Well, from checking the planet, the people here have arrived only recently. One can tell by the relative age of the buildings, for instance, that they haven not been there for more than a few years. One might conjecture that it was scouted at some point prior and found to harbor no life.

"Of course people should be smart enough to program their items to avoid such things... but then, most of the universe's inhabitants do stupid things."
"The Necrons were amongst the first beings to come into existance, and have sworn that they will rule over the living." - Still surprisingly accurate!
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Postby Allanea » Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:15 am

“They've clearly programmed it to detect life – and even to communicate with sapient beings. It's sophisticated enough to pass a narrow-aspect Turing test. Anybody smart enough to make a non-sapient ship capable of detecting alien civilizations and communicating with them should also program it to avoid ramming into them. And if it is sapient, then it's clearly planning their murder. But...” - the Boy-President looks sadly at Telissat - “We have – unless it is lying – about thirty-six hours until it starts shooting the place up. You probably are a better vessel than the Audacity, and probably pack all sorts of specialist gear that it doesn't - not to mention a crew. So if you have some kind of plan that doesn't involve a shootout, you're going to have to take point. In shootout I'll be right there with you."
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Postby Mount-Olympus » Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:43 am

Hermes to Unidentified Vessel:

As you are not familiar with the Demonoids, we no longer consider you a threat. However since we have not heard of you before, we shall maintain vigilance and observe your actions. We will not block your path.
We do have one question: what do you mean by continuance?


The Hermes then began moving from in front of the object's path to one a long the side of the path, an observational position. It also reduced its alert level from red to orange, then to yellow, with indications it would be reduced further depending on the actions of the object.

While this was happening, the Olympian Battlecruiser, the Apollo, arrived on scene to investigate. There was communication between the two Olympian ships and the Apollo, with an area the size of Alaska, took up position near the Hermes to observe the object.
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Postby Kentauroi » Tue Oct 04, 2011 11:24 am

As with Dianthe, Simonides did not seem particularly surprised by the technology on display, though he was impressed by the flexibility displayed by this hologram. He studied the projection Telissat's avatar showed him intently, nodding with a remarkable calmness considering the circumstances. He looked up again after he had finished reading and nodded at the hologram.

"Intriguing," he said simply. "Judging from your own communications with the object, it appears to be an artificial intelligence, though of obviously inferior quality to your own. I wonder why it speaks for its people, instead of its people speaking for themselves?"

His musings were interrupted as Dianthe re-entered the building and marched up to him, this time followed by nine Kentauroi - well, five Kentauroi and four Kentaurides. The Archons that Simonides had requested, presumably. Dianthe herself had changed - her long, loose, maroon hair was now restrained in a firm pony tail behind her head, and her torso no longer donned the simple fabrics she had sported earlier, but what appeared to be a uniform tunic. It was made from obviously synthetic materials, coloured a rich, earthy brown with red lines and what appeared to be a rank insignia on her left breast. The Archons wore similar attire, though theirs included epaulettes and more elaborate insignia.

The sound of hooves on wood temporarily paused any possibility for conversation, as the ten men and women arranged themselves around the Basileus and the avatar.

"Good, you are all here," Simonides nodded. "I presume Chiliarch Dianthe has filled you in on our predicament?"

The various Archons, all of varying heights and appearances, some with grey coats, some with brown coats, and one particularly striking Kentauride with a vibrant cold coat, all nodded in unison.

"Good, for each moment we dally is a moment we cannot spare," Simonides said. "We require Centaurus once more. Archon Ambrosius - stirr Palinouros from his relaxation and have him take you, Chiliarch Dianthe and whatever crew you deem necessary to Centaurus. He shall no doubt appreciate the chance for a flight after all this time. With Centaurus's assistance you shall investigate the object, and halt its designs on Asulo. With words if possible, with force if necessary."

He looked around at the other Archons. "The rest of you, arrange crews of your own and be ready. Should Centaurus need her cruisers for backup, you shall be prepared to displace aboard and command them, as well."

Simonides stepped forward and adopted a more solemn expression. "Asulo has been our home now for twenty years. We have taken care of her, we have nurtured her, we have ensured that no damage has befallen her, and in return she has sustained us. This is our most perilous challenge yet, and we cannot fail her now. No matter how long we choose to remain here, Asulo must remain as she always was - perfect. Are we in agreement?"

All of the Kentauroi nodded, a few tapping their front hooves enthusiastically.

"Then, journey safely, my friends," he said with a note of finality. All of the Archons turned and began to leave, along with Dianthe and Ambrosius, to prepare themselves. "Telissat, if you wish to travel with them to Centaurus you are welcome to do so. I am sure she would be intrigued to meet an artificial intelligence as yourself, and she is where our operations shall be conducted from now. I do not know how many of these avatars you can operate simultaneously..."

***

The object continued on its path, almost as though it were ballistic. Its course had never deviated, and it seemed perfectly calculated to arrive just in time to meet Asulo along its orbital path. The aliens were probing it with more questions, the answers to which were largely pre-programmed into the control system. All one had to do was ask the right ones, and they seemed to have figured that out. It was infuriating, really - it wanted to simply remove them all and have done with it, to scrub them from the cosmos, but it could do nothing but follow procedure. By now, it had given up on its hopes of them leaving peacefully, and now hoped that they would do something - anything, no matter how trivial - to trigger its defence parameters. It desperately wished them to do so. So far, they had not.

And it was annoying.

"Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two has a maximum population capacity of six-point-five million inhabitants. Current population of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two is zero. All inhabitants of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two expired sixteen million, five-hundred-thousand, two-hundred and twenty years prior to present date. Unable to comply with request."

And then, the other ship that had been pestering it managed to trigger another answer.

"Enquiry: Continuation process of Generational Hive Number Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two:

  1. Identify suitable target planet.
  2. Travel to suitable target planet.
  3. Commence Generational Hive Ship multiplication protocol.
  4. Removal of biomass from planetary surface for storage.
  5. Removal of planetary atmosphere for storage.
  6. Removal of all minerals required for Generational Hive Ship multiplication protocol.
  7. Re-distribution of inhabitants amongst new Generational Hive Ships.
  8. Compress planetary remains into neutronium cluster for storage.
  9. Finalise Generational Hive Ship multiplication protocol.
  10. Identify next suitable target planet(s).
Current operational Generational Hive Ships: Two-Thousand Five-Hundred and Sixty-Two. Projected operational Generational Hive Ships: Three-Thousand and Sixty-Two. Estimated completion time: Fifty days. Current stage of continuation process: stage two.
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Postby The Ctan » Tue Oct 04, 2011 2:06 pm

Ground

“I shall send another to the Palinouros’ location. If this comes to a fight we may need me here to help coordinate with the fleet,” he said, images appearing of the Reckless Audacity and the Cairo, brief pages of text appearing with each, and the other ships the Hermes and Apollo, which it did not have as much infromation on and labelled as ‘possibly’ participating, “And I’m not sure of its intelligence yet. But I do want to try talking to it a little more.”

Reckless Audacity

“I see, according to this, there’s no one aboard. I suspect we may have to killfuck the thing. The natives are planning to bring their ship online, we should probably commence combat operations as soon as they have.”

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Telissat Unidentified Vessel (A) (Intermediate Range Collimated C-Beam)

Please examine your goal list and report your primary function.

Please state what situations would cause an abort of the continuation process.
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