ATTENTION: Vistora & Endocrine.

[Auricium]

Earlier.
Sol System. Sol VI.
The Captain of the standard Aurician Pi Cruiser Xidian 0001292375283, Chin'alia'ashen, a Auricised Chiss, was standing on the bridge, when the Computer informed him of a space probe that would soon be contacting the ship's gravitational field. Such an immense gravitational field would possibly be noticed by moderately advanced sensors, but electromagnetic manipulation would completely hide the ship from even the view of some of the most advanced civilisations.

"Captain Naliaas. Object, classified as probe, assigned first prime, will be in contact with fields shortly. Object Prime will be brought into hangar bay Four in approximately three temporal moments. Object has been brought aboard hangar. Communications to outside world have been cut off. Mathematical Analysis has determined source of Probe from Sol III. Probe has been analyzed to be harmless, and will begin atomisation in approximately 3.5 temporal moments."

"Put it into the report please. The mission was to colonise a world in this system, controlling a multiversal gate-point such as this would prove to be useful to the Empire. Coordinate trans-warp drive to Sol III at once.Report this to High Command. Inform them of my decision to contact the civilisation that has sent out this probe."

"Report Sent. Ship has been ordered to remain in cloak around Sol III. High Command has ordered that the planet not be harmed with advanced gravitational weapons. High Command will allow ship to land on the surface, however. You are now reporting directly to Supreme Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

Under normal circumstances, such actions would not even been thought of, a small probe coming across such a large ship. But these were no normal circumstances. Sol system was one that existed in multiple universes, and controlling this access point in this universe would prove extremely useful for future expansion into other universes, as controlling this point could prevent the expansion of other omniversal civilisations. A colony was to be established on the surface to monitor the area, and close the access point if needed.

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Sol System, Sol III. 5 Temporal Moments Later.
We are now in orbit of the planet Sol III. Analysis has revealed structures and multiple lower Tier civilisations on planet. Mission prerogatives are too continue. Command has ordered investigation of nation Vistora. Subject has constructed massive installations over Sol III. Further analysis underway, as I am checking the Galactic Holodexes."

"Of course. Tell the Supreme Admiral that we are ready. Oh, and you don't have to talk like that when we are psionically linked."

"It is enjoyable."

[Vistora]

Transmission from Chief Executive Victor Macanis to Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations

"Operations, continue along your normally assigned protocols. Do not cease the commencement of any exoatmospheric activities currently in protophase, do not use any Jovian auxiliary probes conduct any suspicious activity pertaining to this anomaly, and, most importantly, do not publicize this information. You are permitted to run analysis through one of our Enceladus-based waystations, but only after contacting Sirius with a missive informing them of a micrometeoric cloud that could potentially damage their mining equipment. I will not have any extragovernmental entities investigating this, not until I have contacted Coptor myself.

"However, fine tune all SETI algorithms to focus on and interpret any potential signals received from that anomaly. Do not jump to conclusions, however, that this is a potential ELF. We cannot perform any drastic actions based upon the sighting of what might be little more than a TEAPOT. Anything more than passive signal monitoring may arouse suspicion.

"If you receive any more information regarding this anomaly, contact me immediately."

[Auricium]

Orbit. Sol II.
"Captain. Terrestrial activity has been intercepted. It appears as if they have detected a spatial anomaly, which would indeed be caused by the transference of this ship from orbit around Sol VI to Sol III. The energy signatures we have left behind have yet to dissipate. However, we still have a chance to continue operations unnoticed. Shall we proceed as planned? It is unlikely we will disrupt communications or the civilisations on this planet too... dramatically."

"Hmn... Well, um could we just send out a random message, saying hello or something? If they have detected us, there is not much that can be done. Besides, we should have some fun on these missions. It's not like they are going to be able to destroy this ship."

"That statement was false Captain. At least in this universe. They have only detected an anomaly, which cannot be associated with Auricium. But yes, it would be enjoyable to possibly send out a message, something vague. As for their ability to attack and destroy this ship, while deemed unlikely, a more thorough analysis must be conducted, based on known technological information."

"Simply send a slightly scrambled message, one that could be possibly mistaken as a coincidence- we are here. But then encrypt it. Might as well make things... interesting."

"I suppose it would give the new coordinates away, since we aren't moving. The message has been sent. Broadcasting across all frequencies."

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OOC: The message sent was converted from text-binary-(+'s and -'s.)

[Vistora]

Transmission from Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations to Chief Executive Victor Macanis

"Chief Executive, at 0400 this morning we received a signal originating from this anomaly, now officially dubbed AGS-1, on our Enceladus waystation monitors. It was unlike anything we have observed before; the radio waves seemed to emerge from nowhere, the only trace of their origin being a few residual hadrons we picked up on the tesmoscopes. Our theoretical physicists already have their hypotheses flying, the leading one being that the signals originate from the induced subatomic decay of tachyons.

"Our SETI algorithms seem to be working, albeit slowly. The further we decrypt this message, the more and more it appears to be some sort of greeting. We do not, however, have the computing power to process this much further. With your permission, Chief Executive, we request access to the Insilico supercomputer for our department, in order to continue the decryption and interpretation process.

"Chief Executive, this might just be it."

Transmission from Chief Executive Victor Macanis to Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations

"Your access to Insilico has been authorized and granted. Decryption shall begin upon the data stream's arrival."

Transmission from Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations to Chief Executive Victor Macanis

"Chief Executive, decryption is complete.

"Whoever these beings are, they say hello."

Transmission from Chief Executive Victor Macanis to Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations

"Relay the message back towards the anomaly. Proper etiquette dictates that a host greets their visitors."

[Auricium]

Orbit. Sol III.
"I have sent a status report to High Command. We can continue as we want. Command wants a base up in the next five rotations. They have detected us. It appears as if they are trying to say hello, according to analysation of their communications. Shall we prepare to land?"

"Of course. Prepare the ship for landing procedures. We shall establish a base on the surface of the central ocean. Do they have a name for it?"

"Analysis of their histories, and all their data has revealed that said ocean is the Atlantic. Also, they have decrypted our message, quite easily. It appears as if level one encryption was well within their scope. I wonder how they felt about us saying, we are here. "

"Hmn... well we could just repeat the message. Well... we could just go completely silent. Actually, reveal the ship for three seconds. That should be long enough for them to detect us, maybe even take a picture. Then reengage stealth procedures."

"As you wish Captain. I suppose you want us to descend to the surface after this? We do have a mission to follow through with."

"Yes I do."

[Vistora]

Holoconference between Chief Executive Victor Macanis and Vistoran Extraterrestrial Operations administrator Karlon Voro

"Executive Macanis! Sir, we have a visual! I repeat, we have a visual on AGS-1 orbiting around the Saturnine natural satellite of Enceladus!"

"...so... it appears that our otherworldly visitors have seen fit to grace us with their proverbial visage. Bring up the live feed."

"I'm sorry sir, but the appearance, it was only temporary. AGS-1 is no longer on the visible register, sir. It only appeared for a moment, long enough to compile a rough exterior schematic, but nothing more."

"We cannot have been the only ones to have seen this. Is there news of this appearance elsewhere?"

"Uhhh, no sir. AGS-1... the three-second span it appeared in coincided perfectly with the only moment our instruments and only our instuments were trained on that particular spot."

".... I see. One might presume that these beings intend to keep things low-profile. Perhaps I owe them my gratitude for that. Bring up the schematic."

"Of course. There may have been a little digital extrapolation by the compiler, so take any small details for granted.

It's almost seven kilometers in length and nearly three in breadth. However, its design as a spacefaring vessel is evident, even amongst beings of their advancement."

"Fascinating. What secrets of our world lie upon that ship, I can only imag--"

"It's moving! Chief, I just got word that AGS-1's gravitational signature is mobile!"

"Is there a predicted location and ETA?
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...
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Administrator?"

"It's stopped"

"What? Where? Goodness' sake, in this seminal moment the last thi--"

"Chief?"

"What!?"

"It's stopped... here. Above Earth. AGS-1 has stopped fifty kilometers above sea level, coordinates forty-two degrees, thirty minutes North, twenty-nine degrees West. Chief, that is right above our very heads."

"More importantly, administrator, they arrived here before the Enceladus feed did. It appears they possess superluminal travel, among other things."

"What should we do?"

"Cordon off that area of atmosphere, cite low-orbit satellite debris. Also, prep a spaceplane for departure. Our visitors and I have some things to discuss."

[Auricium]

Sol III. Over Vistora.
"Well Captain, it seems like they are preparing to meet us. Shall we?"

"Yes, we should. We should be in range to reveal ourselves only to the Vistorans."

"Well then. Prepare for non-Aurician forms of communication and funny hand gestures."

"Do you think that they detected the tachyon particles from our trans-warp here?"

"Who knows? I'm checking the system now. This is probably going to be one of the most important moments in their history to date. Meeting a civilisation such as ours. I wonder what they think of us."

"Yes. I do too. We do have a mission. Prepare some shuttles to descend to the surface, we have to establish a base here, if we are to control the Multiversal Access Point."

[Vistora]

Aboard a Zephyr-Sirius JPF-5 Passenger Spaceplane, approaching AGS-1

"If you don't mind me asking, Chief, what are we looking for here? I have my coordinates, but I don't see anything. Some kinda flying saucer, or something?"

"Hardly a saucer, commander. I suspect these visitors of ours will reveal themselves to us in time, and when they do, I cannot imagine they will be easily mistaken."

"What do you think they want with us? I hate to sound like some tinfoil Conspie, but you don't think they'll, like, mount a full scale invasion on us, right?"

"Impossible to say, for the time being at least. Regardless, it is hardly worth worrying about. Should these beings wish to conquer this planet for themselves, we would be mere mites beneath their soles."

"Shit, that's the kind of stuff that keeps a man up at nig--iiight? Chief, we have a visual! I repeat, we have a visual! Mother of God, that thing's huge. Wait... Chief, I'm receiving a directive from an unknown source. There's a docking point on their starboard side, and they want us to land in there. Chief?"

"Take us in, Commander."

"Alright. This is Primus Vessel, preparing to dock. This is it, Chief Executive, sir. This is it."

(OOC) I just noticed, we have variations of the same image as our primary banners

[Auricium]

Pi Cruiser Xidian 0001292375283
"Do you think that they noticed we opened up a hangar?"

"Most certainly. I made it very obvious it was a hangar. I know, normally we would just teleport ships into and out of the ship, but I didn't think it was appropriate. It would be fun though. Perhaps we should after all."

"Hmn... Maybe. We should find out who's coming to meet us before anything happens. We normally don't have doors, you know. I just learned of what doors were today. I hear though, that the Capital and certain others keep them for aesthetics."

"Of course, Captain. Jinauricans love their High Culture. Much like many other species in the Imperium.

I am currently inducing waves as smaller ships are plummeting beneath the surface. We have chosen a base location, near this site. It should serve us well, since this city could mask it. Any other foreign nation, of which their are many which find it, will probably mistake it for theirs if uncloaked."

"That could become a talking point. I'll suggest it at the inevitable meeting. I wonder who their diplomatic contacts are. I know that Sol III exists across multiple universes, I wonder if they too have a nation known as the "United States" or the "United Kingdom". Always thought that they were the same thing, but existing in different universes, until now, after reading the databases. Do we have a Galactic Holodex on this universe?"

"No, the programme was obsolete before we landed here. However, rumour has it that it is restarting."

"I'm sure they would love to get their hands on one of those. Well, teleport me to the Hangar, so that we may greet them."

OOC: I know ^_^ Are you alright if I teleport you into the hangar?"

[Vistora]

"This is Primus Vessel, approaching AGS-1 hangar, preparing landing proce--what the hell!?"

"Commander?"

"Uhhhh, Chief? We're... we're in. There was this big flash of light, and now we're just parked in some sort of hangar."

"So soon? Well, I suppose I should be flattered they consider me worthy of haste."

"You know what they did to get us in here!?"

"I have my assumptions, all possessing varying levels of observational evidence. Commander, equalize cabin pressure and activate disembarking procedures."

"You mean open the door?"

...

"Yes, commander. I do. It seems our new companions have been hospitable enough to pressurize this hangar for us. Stay behind with the ship."

*cautiously emerges from spaceplane, stepping down onto the vast hangar floor*

"To whomever it may concern, as Chief Executive of the nation of Vistora and rather impromptu envoy of Humanity, I offer you my greetings, and extend but a humble request to confer with a representative of your people. My name is Victor Macanis, and I am proud to welcome you to Earth."

[Auricium]

Hangar Bay 001.
[Psionic Telepathic Connection, SIC][i]"Okay, now let's have some fun."

"Hehehe... I checked mission protocol, and there was nothing mentioning protocol contacting other civilisations per se."

"Well... this is going to be a bit of fun then. Might as well, while we prepare the undersea bases. Prepare some refreshments."

[/Psionic Teleptahic Connection, SIC] "Hello, Chief Executive Victor Macanis. Thank you for the welcome. This is Pi Cruiser Xidian 0001292375283. Yes, I am the ship. I am a fully sentient being. I suppose some would call me an AI. Were you talking to the air? There is no one currently in the Hangar. I do suppose we could feed you, and you probably have many questions that I will probably not answer at the moment. Like how we teleported you here."

-Captain Naliaas Teleports into Hangar.-

"Not many biological or robotic individuals are aboard me right now, only several hundred guards, and scientists. Please stand still while I clean you before proceeding. You are awfully dirty, you know."

OOC: In perfect English, or Vistoran equivalent, after we analyzed speech patterns. If it's english, we already know it due to interactions with many English speaking civilisations over time. Also, most other civilisations are extremely dirty compared to Auricians, since we just use our teleportation devices to teleport away all bodily waste and dirt. Or other infinitesimally small particles if it's alright with you. I thought it added a touch of humour. To be tele-cleaned. (Haven't thought of a name yet, switching between them and all.) You may feel slightly rejuvenated and energised after the process.

[Vistora]

"To whom was I addressing my statement? To whomever might recieve it, of course. I had confidence that a civilization as technologically advanced as your own would monitor their own internal hangar bays. Now, I very much appreciate the complementary... cleansing, however..."

*Turns to face Captain Naliaas*

"I would prefer this conference be conducted elsewhere, perhaps in a location better suited to such a purpose."

(OOC) English is the de facto language of Vistora, coupled with its own particular accent. Also, I am perfectly fine with any little twists you toss my way, so long as they are not blatantly disruptive . Also, when dealing with Victor Macanis, it is impotant to note that he is very much unlike the rest of humanity, as he may reveal to you in the future.

[Auricium]

A Random Board Room
--Teleports. Both the Chief Executive and himself into a Boardroom--

The room itself was white, and minimalist. It was a small room, but it could be expanded, as the walls could be made to "dissolve", and change their shape. In a standard Aurician Chiss minimalist fashion, the room was mostly unadorned and highly practical. In fact, there was no surface of the room that wasn't used for another fifty or so purposes. The walls could project hardlight, images, and other visuals, the floors and the ceiling manipulated the electromagnetic fields and photons to change the colour and amplify and emit light, while posing as climate control, being able to change the temperature, to a chill -10 Celsius. The table and indeed all other surfaces were cleaned immediately, there was no dust or alien materials in the room that were not removed if deemed unnecessary. In fact, the table was made out of projections from the floors and the walls itself, as was the rest of the "furniture" in the room. Hardlight, it made it seem exactly as real light- although this was mostly just atomisation of particles, and teleporting in furniture. It didn't really make a difference, the constitution of the table- the effect and outcomes were practically equivalent in this case.

"Excuse my partner. She likes to fool around very much. I do suppose it's rubbing off on me. As you can tell, there are no doors in this room. We teleport everywhere. I come from a very cold planet. It's currently -10 degrees centigrade here. Would you like me to raise the temperature?"

OOC: Okay! Interesting- I suppose we would be surprised to find this out. Trying not be be blatantly disruptive anywho. Auricium is multiracial, and the Chiss come from an icy, world. They are one of the major races, alongside the auricans, protoss, and jinauricans. Jinauricans (our rulers) don't like to travel much outside the Empire.

[Vistora]

Casting his cool, even gaze across the room's ascetic curves and immaculate sweeps, the executive alighted his sight upon the mysterious figure before him. Hands clased behind his back, body rigid as a statue, face carved from stone, the man's stoic mannerisms betrayed nothing. No awe, confusion, or discomfort of any sort seeped throuh his somber visage.

"If it's not so inconvenient, twenty-seven degrees Centigrade would be the optimal temperature for myself, though I'm sure a compromise can be reached if so necessary. I have arrived to discuss with your kind the fate of my world. Now, with your civilization's technology being so many inconceivable echelons zenithic to our own, I haven't much choice but to capitulate to your final decision. However, if so befitting a being so below you, I would like to know simply; what is your purpose here?"

His lips were nearly still, the soft, deep reverberations of his voice seeming floating from between them. Only the thoughts swimming amongst his dark, hazel eyes betrayed any iota of life behind his steely face.

(OOC) I'm assuming that the Chiss resemble humans for the time being, like the Jinauricans.

[Auricium]

yeah, pretty much, except they are blue, (I took them from Star Wars, and modified them to make them more =... jinaurican culturally, and a bit physiologically.)

"Of course, I can raise the temperature to precisely twenty-seven degrees centigrade." The Captain merely thought, before the ship responded, immediately accessing extra dimensional energies to change the temperature to something more suitable for the Executive.

"It is true, we can be inconceivable to the ones around us, sometimes ourselves. I was directed here under the orders of my leadership. You may not know this, but Sol is an important Multiversal Divergence Point. Particularly Sol III, which is known to us colloquially as Terra. To you, we have learned Terra.

Earth, as you know it, exists across infinite amounts of dimensions. However, unlike other planets, Terra is a special anchor point. For reasons unknown, not all planets are anchor points, or perceived anchor points which are easily accessed. However, Terra in the multiverse could be said to be in the same relative location extremely easy, enabling quick access for other multiversal empires. This of course, probably has something to do with mysterior and currently under investigation extra dimensional energies."

Auricians are always willing to share at least some knowledge, but it is High Command policy to reserve more dangerous technologies. The Captain of course, would have to navigate through the fields of Aurician science, in order to prevent contamination. Once before, a civilisation was given technology before they could conceive it themselves, power beyond their control. It only resulted in their utter destruction, so that they are now lost to the Archives.

"Our purpose here is to harness and control the access point, through methods currently unknown to you. As you may understand, there are multiple dimensions and realities, each with their own outcomes, probably known as multiverse or omniverse theory to you. Terra, to put it in simple terms, seems to be a gateway, one of many throughout the universes. Of course, there are universes without Terra, and some even with multiple Terras. However- where there are Terras, each one provides easy access to another, with more similar Terra's providing more easier access.

Of course, we can easily achieve control of this planet compared to you. However, we do not wish to attract attention, as you may have predicted. This of course, is to prevent other multiversal Empires from coming here, and initiating a war between us. Such actions would lead to your ultimate devastation- we would rather destroy the planet then let it fall into another's hands. That is why we wish only for a hidden base here, with enough resources to call in the full forces in case of such an assault.

We trust that you will not reveal such actions- it would only lead to your destruction. We could of course, completely wipe your memory of this interaction, if you cannot keep such secrets..."

Auricians could be different compared to other Empires- looking disdainfully upon the lesser advanced, but protective. They did not typically wish outward harm to those they had not met yet- it was more likely that they would want to bring them in, and raise their race and culture like adopted children, bringing them in, and inducing their own cultural values. Such actions were not always welcome, but in the end, many followed through- the pursuit of knowledge and understanding of the Universe could be overwhelming, especially when faced with such god-like beings.

[Vistora]

"Fear not, travelers, for your existence is known only to myself and a small handful off close confidants of mine. As for your purpose here... to establish multidimensional gateway of sorts, was it? Yes. In addition, I'm sure your desires for inconspicuity will be reflected in your construction and use of such a gate, though through what methods I do not know. Forgive my errant imagination should it be inaccurate, but even a person so grounded as I envisions such a portal to resemble, perhaps, a construct of stellar proportions. If such is inevitable, so be it. However, if it is at all within your power to remain unnoticed, I would humbly request you take my supplications into account. Humans are tenacious, resourceful, and unpredictable. There is no telling what havoc may occur if your presence is revealed, though such would certainly stymie my long-term arrangements for my species."

The Chief Executive begins to pace, back and forth, back and forth, in a hypnotic rhythm as his nebulous eyes stare off into infinity.

"By... many metrics I am the most powerful person on the entire planet. In a world so enraptured in dreams of democracy, however, that means little. Diplomatic clout, military might, cultural dominion, economic expansiveness, scientific preeminence, all of these being mere auxiliaries, tools of the trade for a societal engineer. My influence is subtle, slow, and calculated with the utmost precision. At one-hundred and fifty years and counting, Humanity's long march forwards has only just begun. With all due respect, I cannot have it stalled so quickly."

He stops, turning to face the Captain once more. His face is youthful, oddly so, yet his eyes betray an age far in advance of what his body suggests.

"I have already encountered an aspect of divinity. It lies deep within me, written in the strands that code my very existence, forbidding the cancerous creep of age from afflicting my body. I was young, impetuous, and confident of my success. Who wouldn't be? In my very hand, I held God. I had my reservations, true, but the voices of doubt in my head were but floundering whispers, drowning in a sea of euphoria. Only in the moments ensuing my modifications did I realize what my newest creation might predicate. Humans cannot handle godhood, not at this stage. In the past hundred years, I have learned that the mere sight of Heaven will have thousands crawling doggedly towards the gates. Whether you gift us with your knowledge or merely your presence would not matter. Either way, we would tear ourselves to shreds."

He sits down, his rigid spine slackening just a little.

"There is an exception. One single, remarkable anomaly that I believe could act as the linchpin to our anticipated agreements. I have already tracked down the craft you sent under the sea, presumably to establish this forward base of yours. You cannot establish yourself in that location, it is far too close to Vistoran borders. One of the numerous undersea construction drones may very well stumble upon you incidentally, to speak nothing of the millions of tons of filler that are meant to occupy that space in the near future. I admonish you, take your forces and establish yourself in the country known as the Endocrine. Abnormal as it may seem, the arrival of hyperadvanced extraterrestrials would fail to faze them spectacularly. Treat your people to their services, and be my guest to prepare for what I assume will be a very lengthy tenure. I will inform their leader and instruct him to contact you."

He stand up again, his body language now making it clear his wish to leave.

"It has been an incalculable pleasure to converse with you. The questions I have are immense in scale and number but... another time, perhaps. For now, I must see to my citizens. I thank you for your attention and discretion, and wish upon you all the fortune in your ventures that you can conceive."

(OOC) Just as a note, Victor Macanis is not religious, superstitious, or given to spirituality. He is just very, very given to metaphor and flowery speech when in formal situations

[Auricium]

"Interesting. We shall travel there henceforth, and teleport both you and the space plane back to the surface. The cruiser, and indeed the drones and shuttles shall travel to the Endocrine you speak of. We trust that such information is in good hands, and that you can trust us as well?"

---[Psionically]---
"He's old. Really old. I should have told you, but I didn't think it mattered as much. Anyhow, I have the coordinates for the Endocrine civilisation, so once they are informed, we can transwarp ourselves there.

I was listening to the entire conversation, since nothing on this ship goes on without my knowledge. We have new schematics up. Now tell the man goodbye."

"Of course. He has much to learn about true power, but will soon see the light. He id deeply perceptive, for a human- I feel that he will be a strong leader, who can keep such secrets. Now, we both understand why we did what we did: for revealing ourselves served more than one purpose here."

"Yes. It did. We now have an open pathway to the real targets, the Endocrine. They shall mask us well, and we shall have full control of the Multiversal Access Point, an area where we can safeguard this Earth."

"Does anyone else know? No. They do not. I doubt they have known that we have known. Even if they do... it doesn't matter. Our purpose, it is unchanged."

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

Transmission from Vistoran Relay, ID; 1274932206. Transmit Location; the Endocrine

Uhhh, hellooooo? Yooooo speeka da eeenglish? Aha, excellent! My name is Sola Sil, Holy Copulator of the Hedonistic Dominion of the Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine. Now, my esteemed friends in Vistora tell me that your people need a little safehaven to conduct your extradimensionalisticalathingamajigger business. We here at the HTE would be immensely happy to accomodate your kind, and minimal subterfuge would be required. Before you settle in, however, I would like to know if your coporeal forms are "equipped" to enjoy the finer things in life. Fine cuisine, fine music, fine people, such and such. If so, I do believe you will enjoy your stay here.

[Auricium]

'Hmn... interesting. They are quite informal, compared to the Vistoran. A partier, this one. In anycase, transwarping to the Endocrine now is the perogative."

"As you wish, Captain. I suppose I can descend to, into a form, other than my original shell of the pi cruiser?"

"Yes. We did come here for a bit of fun, after all, now didn't we?"

"Yes! I can't wait to get started..."

---

"Yes. My corporeal, post-species form is capable of enjoying such... finer things in life. Auricised Chiss are notably different in a higher appreciation for culture and art. So are the Jinauricans. Would you prefer it if we landed our rather large ship?"

"It appears as if the datafiles were true..."

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

Forum Climactica, Erogia, the Endocrine

Before the countless steps of the Orgiastic Palace, lays the vast, sweeping plaza known as the Forum Climactica. It is here where proclamations from the Holy Copulator are announced, where the epicenters of national holidays are celebrated, and where prominent visitors to the Endocrine are recieved by the Holy Copulator himself.

"Greetings, fair visitors from worlds far flung, and welcome to our gorgeous nation! Please, join me in my dining hall, so we may enjoy some refreshments and discuss some matters, perhaps chit-chat a bit."

[Auricium]

Pi Cruiser.
"Well then... shall we?"

"Yes. We shall."

Teleporting into the square was Captain Naliaas. Alongside him was the corporeal form of the ship, which was a Chiss like female, around 1.9 meters tall. Dressed in standard Aurician formal military uniform, they were hovering over the Plaza, waiting to be directed to the dinner.

Chiss were a very formal and strict race, concerned deeply with etiquette. Sometimes equally as much, if not more, than the Auricians and Jinauricians themselves. The ship was a different matter. Aurician AIs like this one had time to develop their own personalities, which were only revealed in social situations...

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"Perfect! Now, if the Captain and his lovely companion--the... ship, I'm told--would like to follow me, I will guide you two to the feast that awaits!"

Sola begins the long ascent back up the stairs to his palace, a travel usually made by palanquin. He leads the two azure-skinned otherdwellers through the labyrinth of sculpted white and gilded gold that was his massive residence, before coming upon an enormous dining hall. Servants and guards stand at attention, ringing around a broad sweep of dark, lacquered wood serving as a banquet table. Mountains of food are stacked high upon silver plates, cooked to perfection and arranged in beautiful patterns across the table. A throne of solid marble and plush velvet dominats the head of the table. He sits down onto the imperious chair, contrasting it greatly with the whimsical grin on his face. Flanking the throne on either side, two humanoid figures clad in metallic armor bristling with technology and clutching vicious, gadget-laden spears stand menacingly. The gadgetry of their equipment is an odd sight amongst the classical architecture of the hall.

"Please, take a seat, have some food! If there is anything I can do, anything at all, you need but to ask. Oh, and Archangel Halicon, you and Jinna are dismissed. I don't think your presences are needed at this moment."

One of the figures saluted crisply, then turned to leave along with the other.

"So, how can I be of assistance to your little endeavor?"

[Auricium]

The Chiss were all about business, and were culturally bred to focus on the needs of the Empire before themselves. Once those needs were fulfilled, they could enjoy themselves to their fullest. Found by the Auricians, and exploititably modified and artificially evolved, they were far different mentally than they once were, before the rise of Auricium. Psionic evolution gave Chiss limited psionic powers, and were one of the major races of the Empire.

"Yes. We request territory that the Empire can use to conduct research operations and maintain a multiversal defence zone and warning system, so that we can control this multiversal access point and future access. After these objectives have been completed, I can more fully... enjoy oneself. It is entirely possible that more beings from the Empire, greater in power, lesser in number, can and will arrive. We request hospitality for them as well."

While the Chiss lived lives of near severe austerity, known as Aurician minamlism, they greatly appreciated high art and culture. They were a naturally pragmatic race, dropping the decadence of Auricians in favour of the practicality of their technology, preferring substance over style. Auricians preferred style and substance, and couldn't do without both. Jinauricans demanded perfection, and nothing less than it.

[Holy Theocracy of the Endocrine]

"How much territory are we talking about? We have a decent amount of land to spare, but this country is rather short on flat, open land, and I cannot simply doze the nearest convenient forest. Also, the Vistorans absolutely insist that you keep all operations low-key, I guess to prevent the rest of the world from discovering what's happening. Anyways, so long as those little caveats are met, I think everything will work out just fine. Other than that, is there anything else you need? Any services of mine I can offer you? We are a nation of hedonism, you know. If you have a spare moment, I suggest you take the time to relax."

[Auricium]

"We do not require any aboveground territory, only several hundred square kilometers of space below ground or sea level. We can assure you that everything will be low key. We wouldn't expect even your populace to know. We trust that you can keep our secrets.

As for my personal desires, I do believe it is in order for us to enjoy some food and drink, first, if you wouldn't mind."

The pi cruiser was operated by a skeleton crew, even by Aurician standards. Such large ships, in the hands of the Auricians, didn't require any crewmembers- the ships maintained themselves. Ships of comparable size in other lesser advanced civilisations (essentially the omniverse), were crewed by hundreds of thousands of individuals- making the largest bodies of crew on the ships soldiers and guards, in the event of boarding action. In such a case, the ship could develop weapons on its own interior- turning into a labyrinthine arena of death.

The ship's hangars, if you were to call them that, lacked doors, as did the rest of the ship- it was a sort of living metal, which could open itself up, manually creating doors, as opposed to the normal method of teleporting around the ships- such materials were excellent for construction, allowing variation within the pi cruiser. On the exterior, however, all ships were virtually identical- and most ships were as well on the interior. This of course, was controlled by the ships themselves or even more powerful AIs.