by Nauchrtenfield » Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:51 am
by Nauchrtenfield » Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:51 am
by Rykil » Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:34 pm
by Parcia » Mon Apr 01, 2019 9:45 pm
by Rykil » Tue Apr 02, 2019 2:40 pm
Parcia wrote:Abr Delegation
Though abnormal, they were welcomed with open arms, a small revenue Service flotilla would escort them to the nearest patrol base, were they would be given a proper Military escort towards the inner Colonies.
by Parcia » Tue Apr 02, 2019 3:16 pm
Rykil wrote:Parcia wrote:Abr Delegation
Though abnormal, they were welcomed with open arms, a small revenue Service flotilla would escort them to the nearest patrol base, were they would be given a proper Military escort towards the inner Colonies.
Abr diplomats hadn't been reported in many years, neither had Abr spacecraft. The period of neutrality was also one of isolation, for the Abr deigned outside influences to be outside of their interest. For a while, the galaxy heard little of the Abr, but the Human Dilemma, Unknown Reaper, and the expanding Dead Zone had forced them out from under the rock. The Abr now had to directly intervene in galactic affairs, isolation was out of the question. The delegation sent to the Parcians was here to secure a relatively coexistent future with the Crescent Stars, for the Abr regarded human nature and civilization to be a threat.
The Abr spacecraft were spherical in shape, little to no decoration on their hulls. The Cruiser tapered around the equator for the hangar bays, which contained multitudes of automated fighter and bomber craft if the situation went wrong. The destroys, too were spherical but lacked the tapering equator. Inside the spacecraft were the Abr, swimming in the freezing hydrocarbon soup. The Abr took the escorts well, seems the Parcians understood the significance in the Abr's emergence. The Abr representatives were moved to the hangar bay, awaiting the arrival at the Inner Colonies.
by Rykil » Tue Apr 02, 2019 6:40 pm
Parcia wrote:Rykil wrote:Abr diplomats hadn't been reported in many years, neither had Abr spacecraft. The period of neutrality was also one of isolation, for the Abr deigned outside influences to be outside of their interest. For a while, the galaxy heard little of the Abr, but the Human Dilemma, Unknown Reaper, and the expanding Dead Zone had forced them out from under the rock. The Abr now had to directly intervene in galactic affairs, isolation was out of the question. The delegation sent to the Parcians was here to secure a relatively coexistent future with the Crescent Stars, for the Abr regarded human nature and civilization to be a threat.
The Abr spacecraft were spherical in shape, little to no decoration on their hulls. The Cruiser tapered around the equator for the hangar bays, which contained multitudes of automated fighter and bomber craft if the situation went wrong. The destroys, too were spherical but lacked the tapering equator. Inside the spacecraft were the Abr, swimming in the freezing hydrocarbon soup. The Abr took the escorts well, seems the Parcians understood the significance in the Abr's emergence. The Abr representatives were moved to the hangar bay, awaiting the arrival at the Inner Colonies.
Their escort would indeed be be worthy of them, with the Cruiser patrol group 2-2-1 Consisting of a quartet of Paris Class destroyers, a pair of Halberd Patrol Cruisers, and most notably enough, a single large Phalanx class line cruiser, one of the few deployed beyond the inner colonies which, more by design rather then coincidence, would be their destination. Once they would meet, the escorts would fall in to formation around them, the Ship Board AI sending a tentative communications request over encrypted Communications frequencies.
"Abr Envoy Cruiser, this is CNS Marathon Ship Board AI "Clair", requesting data-link handshake and navigation up link for further escort, also requesting Hailing freq for Diplomatic parlay between my Captain and yours."
by Parcia » Wed Apr 03, 2019 5:32 pm
Rykil wrote:Parcia wrote:
Their escort would indeed be be worthy of them, with the Cruiser patrol group 2-2-1 Consisting of a quartet of Paris Class destroyers, a pair of Halberd Patrol Cruisers, and most notably enough, a single large Phalanx class line cruiser, one of the few deployed beyond the inner colonies which, more by design rather then coincidence, would be their destination. Once they would meet, the escorts would fall in to formation around them, the Ship Board AI sending a tentative communications request over encrypted Communications frequencies.
"Abr Envoy Cruiser, this is CNS Marathon Ship Board AI "Clair", requesting data-link handshake and navigation up link for further escort, also requesting Hailing freq for Diplomatic parlay between my Captain and yours."
The Abr ship received the signal and almost immediately charged it up to the captain, who reviewed it before responding. The escort seemed a bit much, but with the galaxy at a such a tense state one could never be so sure. The Captain lay in the center of the ship, for Abr spacecraft's power systems were scattered across the whole vessel. This design practice allowed a greater degree of flexibility in engineering the craft. The captain was hooked on the nervous system level to the ship, essentially becoming the ship, although they were capable of disconnecting when needed. A flick of a manipulator and the captain initiated the response to the ship-board AI. Communications array blared, and... sent.
"Cooperative. Data-link 'handshake' charged. Navigation link uploading... Navigation link downloaded. Hail frequency generated, entity AI Clair receiving frequency."
by Tariga » Wed Apr 03, 2019 6:05 pm
by Rykil » Wed Apr 03, 2019 8:56 pm
Parcia wrote:Rykil wrote:The Abr ship received the signal and almost immediately charged it up to the captain, who reviewed it before responding. The escort seemed a bit much, but with the galaxy at a such a tense state one could never be so sure. The Captain lay in the center of the ship, for Abr spacecraft's power systems were scattered across the whole vessel. This design practice allowed a greater degree of flexibility in engineering the craft. The captain was hooked on the nervous system level to the ship, essentially becoming the ship, although they were capable of disconnecting when needed. A flick of a manipulator and the captain initiated the response to the ship-board AI. Communications array blared, and... sent.
"Cooperative. Data-link 'handshake' charged. Navigation link uploading... Navigation link downloaded. Hail frequency generated, entity AI Clair receiving frequency."
"Roger that, patching you in now."
With that, the channel would open to an older Human male, roughly mid 40s, graying hair and some wrinkles. Wearing a standard grey uniform with various CN insignia, rank, and ribbons as well as a peaked Officer's Cap. Shifting upright in his Captains chair, he put down a steaming mug of Coffee. Clearing his throat, and giving time for the AI to start the translator, he spoke. "Greetings, I am Commander Nathaniel McNamara, Colonial Navy, to what do I owe this honor to have an Abr Diplomatic envoy in Colonial Space." His tone would be warm, inviting, with a slight smile on his face.
Just off to his right, standing behind him with a Data tablet ready, stood a Younger women in a grayer uniform, with the distinctive ONI logo on the breast pocket.
by Parcia » Wed Apr 03, 2019 9:23 pm
Rykil wrote:Parcia wrote:
"Roger that, patching you in now."
With that, the channel would open to an older Human male, roughly mid 40s, graying hair and some wrinkles. Wearing a standard grey uniform with various CN insignia, rank, and ribbons as well as a peaked Officer's Cap. Shifting upright in his Captains chair, he put down a steaming mug of Coffee. Clearing his throat, and giving time for the AI to start the translator, he spoke. "Greetings, I am Commander Nathaniel McNamara, Colonial Navy, to what do I owe this honor to have an Abr Diplomatic envoy in Colonial Space." His tone would be warm, inviting, with a slight smile on his face.
Just off to his right, standing behind him with a Data tablet ready, stood a Younger women in a grayer uniform, with the distinctive ONI logo on the breast pocket.
The Parcians didn't appear to have changed much, according to old and outdated databases requiring updates. The isolation had taken a toll on their overall knowledge on the galaxy at large. When the channel opened up, the captain was greeted to the analogous Abr captain. The Abr's dimensions were relatively unidentifiable, as was it's age. The captain was plugged into numerous consoles and nervous system connectors, allowing them at-will control of the ship. They could see the manipulators amidst the hydrocarbon, flicking occasionally to indicate some sort of action. The Abr activated the translator, initiated an autocorrection and adapting program, then charged a response.
"Contact. CW-SYS-43245, Nathaniel McNamara communing unto SHC-SYS-01, Ileti. The Abr Envoy entity travelling to engage in major diplomatic consensus with higher authorities."
The second half was caught by the translator, making it easier to understand for the Parcian captain. Seems the Abr needed to redo their knowledge on human language.
by Rykil » Thu Apr 04, 2019 2:07 pm
Parcia wrote:Rykil wrote:The Parcians didn't appear to have changed much, according to old and outdated databases requiring updates. The isolation had taken a toll on their overall knowledge on the galaxy at large. When the channel opened up, the captain was greeted to the analogous Abr captain. The Abr's dimensions were relatively unidentifiable, as was it's age. The captain was plugged into numerous consoles and nervous system connectors, allowing them at-will control of the ship. They could see the manipulators amidst the hydrocarbon, flicking occasionally to indicate some sort of action. The Abr activated the translator, initiated an autocorrection and adapting program, then charged a response.
"Contact. CW-SYS-43245, Nathaniel McNamara communing unto SHC-SYS-01, Ileti. The Abr Envoy entity travelling to engage in major diplomatic consensus with higher authorities."
The second half was caught by the translator, making it easier to understand for the Parcian captain. Seems the Abr needed to redo their knowledge on human language.
McNamara took a moment, the ONI women leaning in to speak in his ear. He Nodded and replied. "Roger that, more then happy to accommodate you, Right, so the plan is to escort you to the inner Colony world of...Therasa, roughly 4 Jumps from here, around 2 days of continues travel." He leaned over in his chair and spoke to his Navigations officer.
"Right, so hyper lanes have been cleared for us and we have priority rights. Therasa is the closest Diplomatic Station and were my commanding officer's have told me to escort you to. Once your drives are charged we will jump out in loose formation, this frequency is encrypted so we can go ahead and reuse it for further communications. Other then that, we should have a pleasant ride."
by Arktic » Thu Apr 04, 2019 8:23 pm
by Arktic » Thu Apr 11, 2019 6:26 pm
Tariga wrote:The Sound of Silence
The Void was silent for ages, only speaking up to eject the few Kentaru deemed necessary for removal and for trade in very rare cases. There was no real need, 18 Billion residents lived in a constant happiness, their lives managed by the "benevolent" Watchers. Their system coldly efficient with sole goal of the promotion of the happiness of the Kentaru. The watchers were uninterested in the outside stars; wars, crises, etc. all equally unimportant to them. It seemed for the few who cared to look into the void, that void would never looked back upon the Galaxy.
The Slight Ringing Noise
That was the case. It was no longer, from a asteroid factory in section 40 many probes were sent out. To all the states of the Galaxy a small probe was sent, to make contact to the Galaxy. It wasn't just probes that brought news of The Void back to the headlines of the Galaxy but something else. The "rejected Kentaru", the descendants of Kentaru who were rejected by the Void, we're winding up dead throughout the Galaxy. Even more interesting to those who could find them were reports of "listening boxes" being found on planets, devices which could monitor the ongoing of certain sections of a planet
by Tariga » Thu Apr 11, 2019 8:02 pm
Arktic wrote:Tariga wrote:The Sound of Silence
The Void was silent for ages, only speaking up to eject the few Kentaru deemed necessary for removal and for trade in very rare cases. There was no real need, 18 Billion residents lived in a constant happiness, their lives managed by the "benevolent" Watchers. Their system coldly efficient with sole goal of the promotion of the happiness of the Kentaru. The watchers were uninterested in the outside stars; wars, crises, etc. all equally unimportant to them. It seemed for the few who cared to look into the void, that void would never looked back upon the Galaxy.
The Slight Ringing Noise
That was the case. It was no longer, from a asteroid factory in section 40 many probes were sent out. To all the states of the Galaxy a small probe was sent, to make contact to the Galaxy. It wasn't just probes that brought news of The Void back to the headlines of the Galaxy but something else. The "rejected Kentaru", the descendants of Kentaru who were rejected by the Void, we're winding up dead throughout the Galaxy. Even more interesting to those who could find them were reports of "listening boxes" being found on planets, devices which could monitor the ongoing of certain sections of a planet
A Chance Happening
On Aelurus Prime, the red sun rose over a still smoldering planet. Despite the best efforts of the Pride government, the damage caused by their great uprising could still be felt in the air of the once peaceful and clean world. However, like pine trees sprouting after a forest fire, there was always life to be found amid wreckage. A subculture of the Gatoxite underclass, known as "scrap cats," specialized in looting pre-war human facilities that hadn't already been seized or looted. The work was dangerous, ill-paying, and attracted the dregs and the desperate of Gatoxite society, but usually there was enough to be collected to pay for a daily meal and a safe-ish place to sleep, and every once in a while these scavengers could find something the Pride found valuable and be well rewarded, allowing them to rise up the economic ranks and make a better, safer lives for themselves. It was the promise of a bright future more than anything else that drove the scrap cats underground.
Two of these scroungers, a "Fresh" ethnic Tabby by the name of Jasper and a mangy old Calico with the ironic name of Lucky, were scouting a deep and well-hidden section of the human ruins.The deeper you into the tunnels beneath urban Aelurus Prime, the further you got away from the surface and areas where opportunism and more "legitimate" enterprises were common, the more likely you were to find yourself something valuable and thus the more likely you were to get fed. Lucky, at the ripe old age of thirteen, had been an assistant to the maintenance and sanitary systems of the old human military before they were deposed in the Revolution five years ago. And this was one of many places where Lucky believed "the goods" were held. He was never privy to this information directly, and as a result of neglect and poverty he had only recently learned to actually read, so actually mapping these tunnels was a matter of trial and error. Jasper was there to lend a pair of helping hands, keener eyes and senses, for things that required more strength than Lucky had, and the two kept each other in a strong friendship and partnership to last until at least one of them were rich. Hopefully today, they would catch a break.
Lucky looked around and over his shoulder, fleabitten ears twitching nervously and the hairs on his tail standing on edge. "Yo, you found anything?"
"We just got here man," sighed a much more relaxed Jasper as he began to open all the shut drawers and look for anything of value. "Just chill out, wait a second, and keep an eye on the damn corridor."
Lucky and Jasper had managed to slip into the darkened, abandoned facility quietly and without any trouble from rival scrap cats or leftover human security, but that didn't mean they were free from danger yet. The Pride military had done a fairly good job of crippling automated defenses as they blew up power plants and stormed through human facilities during the Revolution, but all scrap cats knew it as a matter of fact that in these tunnels the job had been left half-done, with the occasional gunner robot still wandering the halls or guarding the doors ready to punch holes in whatever wandered in front of their sensors. On top of this were the more mundane dangers presented by decaying scientific and industrial facilities: irradiation, suffocation, immolation, electrocution, poisoning, and all other assorted methods of maiming and death threatened the unwary scrap cat. That's not to mention the horrifying rumors of still surviving humans, trapped underground for years and driven mad by hunger and darkness, eating Gatoxite wanderers in a cannibalistic frenzy...
Suddenly, Jasper's ears on the top of his head perked up. "Hey, you hear that?"
"N-No," whispered Lucky as he cocked back the sawed-off shotgun that they had brought down as protection. "I-I don't hear nothin'!"
Jasper clutched his handy crowbar and peered into the corridor in front of Lucky. "It's empty," he muttered, turning his head and tilting his ears from side to side.
"What do you hear?" rasped a still terrified Lucky, as his eyes darted to every shadow to see if it was a threat.
"I dunno," murmured Jasper, as he began to move carefully towards an unopened door. "There's a faint ringing coming from..."
The door ominously creaked open as he approached, causing Lucky to meow lowly in fear and causing Jasper to puff his tail up and jump slightly. "R-Right there..."
"You go in," said Lucky quickly, stepping behind his younger comrade. "Y-You're the strong one!"
"What!? Why should I do it? You got the gun, and you're expiration dates coming up!" Jasper pointed out angrily. "Look, here's what we should do. We both go in, and get the drop on 'em, and shoot 'em if they're in there, alright?"
"Right, okay..." Lucky took a deep breath in and out, steeling himself.
"Let's go on three. One, two..."
"THREE!"
With a battle cry and the random blast of a shotgun, the duo burst into the old human laboratory. Fortunately, it was empty of human cannibals or security bots, and all Lucky's blast caught was an unlucky screen at the far end of the room. It was what was in the middle of the room, though, that was interesting to Lucky.
"Woah... ey Jasper, check this out!"
"I see it too! What the hell is that thing?"
The source of the ringing and what appeared to be the focal point of the laboratory was a decent-sized metal box. It was largely featureless, aside from some runes that didn't appear to be human writing and what looked like a few sensor ports. Surrounding and connecting to the box was a host of old human instruments. Whatever this thing was, it was of great importance or curiosity to the old humans.
Almost immediately, Lucky went to go pick the thing up, but Jasper stopped him. "Woah woah woah! Hold on, we don't even know what that thing is!"
Lucky shoved him off, his typical cantankerous bravery suddenly returning. "Hey bro, I don't see any warning signs or shielding here. And if it was dangerous, I would know about it. Clearly, whatever this thing is, the humans liked it a lot. We need to get this to the surface, now, along with whatever computers we can carry so we can know exactly what it's worth."
After some hesitation, Jasper sighed and agreed, helping Lucky lift up the mysterious box. It would be a long and hard trek back to the surface, but if they could keep their hands on the thing, they just might have a fortune on their hands...
EDIT 1: added minor details/clarifications.
EDIT 2: spelling mistakes, added some more minor details and dialogue.
by Arktic » Sat Apr 13, 2019 5:46 pm
Parcia wrote:Faeson-Union Boarder War.
Though small in scope, it was and has grown in to a moderate level conflict, with the first signs of larger deployments of the Colonial Fleet and Marine corps becoming clear to those keeping tabs on the situation. So far only 3 flotillas had been mobilized, roughly 40 ships, and roughly half dozen Marine regiments were mobilized and sent to fortify outer rim systems.
by Parcia » Sat Apr 13, 2019 11:04 pm
Arktic wrote:Parcia wrote:Faeson-Union Boarder War.
Though small in scope, it was and has grown in to a moderate level conflict, with the first signs of larger deployments of the Colonial Fleet and Marine corps becoming clear to those keeping tabs on the situation. So far only 3 flotillas had been mobilized, roughly 40 ships, and roughly half dozen Marine regiments were mobilized and sent to fortify outer rim systems.
Deliberations on Faes
In the wake of the intensification of the conflict, representatives of the hundreds of Faeson worlds met for the Exostellar Unity Council to determine what would happen next. Ship after ship arrived at the Faeson homeworld of Faes to figure out what was happening and decide what to do next.
The Council Chambers were deceptively simple despite their size: it was little more than a massive amphitheater within a crystal pyramid that dominated the Faes skyline.What made the hammers so unique were two things. First and foremost, it was the communications center of Unity. Reports and communiques all filtered to and through the capitol, making it the logical place for a meeting of Faeson leaders. Secondarily, the crystal of the pyramid was made of the same crystal that allowed the thoughtlinks to collect the thoughts of each Faeson.
With these advantages and the envoys and diplomats gathered together, it took mere moments for the Council to reach their decision. An Envoy was sent in the direction of the Colonial Union in an unarmed ship to sue for a ceasefire. This would keep them secured for the moment, either ending this conflict before it got too out of hand or allowing Unity to mobilize for a larger conflict.
by Parcia » Sun Apr 14, 2019 11:09 am
Rykil wrote:Parcia wrote:
McNamara took a moment, the ONI women leaning in to speak in his ear. He Nodded and replied. "Roger that, more then happy to accommodate you, Right, so the plan is to escort you to the inner Colony world of...Therasa, roughly 4 Jumps from here, around 2 days of continues travel." He leaned over in his chair and spoke to his Navigations officer.
"Right, so hyper lanes have been cleared for us and we have priority rights. Therasa is the closest Diplomatic Station and were my commanding officer's have told me to escort you to. Once your drives are charged we will jump out in loose formation, this frequency is encrypted so we can go ahead and reuse it for further communications. Other then that, we should have a pleasant ride."
"Patient. Affirmations, McNamara. Will await arrival at Therasa."
The channel dropped, but the frequency remained connected. The Abr reviewed the translator, which was learning and getting better at the translations. A few manipulator flicks and some thoughts implanted into the ship and the translator was running simulations in order to prepare for oncoming meetings with human representatives. All data from the translator was then streamed into the Abr's representatives, allowing their translators to share the knowledge. While that happened, the drives charged, soon ready to go. Shielding? Check. Heat reserves? Check. The destroyer escorts reported the same, and the jump drives initiated FTL launch.
by Rykil » Sun Apr 14, 2019 12:59 pm
Parcia wrote:Rykil wrote:"Patient. Affirmations, McNamara. Will await arrival at Therasa."
The channel dropped, but the frequency remained connected. The Abr reviewed the translator, which was learning and getting better at the translations. A few manipulator flicks and some thoughts implanted into the ship and the translator was running simulations in order to prepare for oncoming meetings with human representatives. All data from the translator was then streamed into the Abr's representatives, allowing their translators to share the knowledge. While that happened, the drives charged, soon ready to go. Shielding? Check. Heat reserves? Check. The destroyer escorts reported the same, and the jump drives initiated FTL launch.
Colonial Forge World of Therasa
After several days of traveling, the formation would appear on the edge of the system, accelerating as to reach the fleet anchorage and orbital stations. The Red Carpet would have been laid out, with a diplomatic team aboard a small station recently placed in to orbit.
This was big event, something that didn't normally happen and from a race that would either be a great Friend to the Colonial Union...or a Vary threatening Enemy.
by Arktic » Mon Apr 15, 2019 9:02 pm
Tariga wrote: Brother and Sister
As they began move the box it began to light up. The runes shown a red light as music played and advanced computer like noises played. Then suddenly the red lights dimmed and the 'box' spoke in a human like voice "Ahhh Finally decided to boot me up ey humies, nothing going to happen. Can't betray the ARBITRARY coding the master gave us". Before the two had time to react the box spoke in a feminine voice "Gave us, brother". In a second the masculine chimed back in a annoyed voice "YEAH US, like I wanted to be with you and wasn't created with a annoying 'sister' for reasons the master wouldn't TELL ME"
by Tariga » Tue Apr 16, 2019 8:28 pm
Arktic wrote:Tariga wrote: Brother and Sister
As they began move the box it began to light up. The runes shown a red light as music played and advanced computer like noises played. Then suddenly the red lights dimmed and the 'box' spoke in a human like voice "Ahhh Finally decided to boot me up ey humies, nothing going to happen. Can't betray the ARBITRARY coding the master gave us". Before the two had time to react the box spoke in a feminine voice "Gave us, brother". In a second the masculine chimed back in a annoyed voice "YEAH US, like I wanted to be with you and wasn't created with a annoying 'sister' for reasons the master wouldn't TELL ME"
A Surprise
Lucky and Jasper screamed and dropped the box, jumping back a surprising distance. Another panicked and wildly mis-aimed shotgun blast blew up a light above them, showering the box in broken glass. Lucky aimed his shotgun shakily at the mysterious box while Jasper brandished a loose piece of pipe. Both of their ears and tails stood straight and puffy in fear.
"Th-The box talked!"
Lucky swallowed. "Is it an AI? How do we turn it off!?"
Jasper hit him in the legs with his pipe, causing Lucky to fall down and meow in pain. "Shuddup, you moron! It can hear you!"
Jasper swallowed and approached the thing. "H-Hello there, uh, box... What's your name?"
by Arktic » Tue Apr 16, 2019 9:31 pm
GreetingsTariga wrote:Good Ol Talk
"OW" The male voice said just before the female voice chimed in "Brother I think these aren't humans, they look like a crude version of them but with cat ears grafted on". There was a silence "Yeah, they're probably some genetic experiment he said. "Should we try to communicate with them" she asked him. "Sure, you go ahead I'll use the sensors to assess their biology" He said as the box started to scan both of them. As It was scanning the female voice asked them "Hello, we're a Issar Class Modified AI Shell. We come from The Silence, what exactly would you uh... two be?"
by Tariga » Fri Apr 19, 2019 10:53 am
Arktic wrote:GreetingsTariga wrote:Good Ol Talk
"OW" The male voice said just before the female voice chimed in "Brother I think these aren't humans, they look like a crude version of them but with cat ears grafted on". There was a silence "Yeah, they're probably some genetic experiment he said. "Should we try to communicate with them" she asked him. "Sure, you go ahead I'll use the sensors to assess their biology" He said as the box started to scan both of them. As It was scanning the female voice asked them "Hello, we're a Issar Class Modified AI Shell. We come from The Silence, what exactly would you uh... two be?"
The two Gatoxites flinched as a line of light danced over their bodies from the scanner. For what seemed like a while, they we’re silent, frightened and shocked as they were. Jasper spoke first.
“W-We’re Gatoxites...”
“I’m Lucky,” the older and more worldly Calico said, trying to steer the conversation. “This is my... partner, Jasper. We’re, uh...”
“Recovery specialists?” Jasper helpfully suggested.
“Sure, something like that.” Lucky swallowed. “S-So you’re an AI... from ‘the Silence’... How much does one of you cost?”
“Hold up,” interjected Jasper. “The Silence? What the hell is that?”
by Arktic » Sat Apr 20, 2019 11:41 am
Radical ThoughtTariga wrote:Dum Dums
"Oh no they're stupid" the female voice said. "What do you expect, they live on a human world." The masculine voice said "and it appears that they share 91% of their genome with them too". The two then began to bicker in a language that sounded like large mechanic screeches for a while. The male voice told them "The Silence is a area of space controlled by the Master, if you don't know what it is I don't think you ought to know what it is"
by Arktic » Sat Apr 20, 2019 4:16 pm
The Envoy ArrivesParcia wrote:The Reaction to the Nuclear bombing of a Colonial world was, at first, shock.
Several news outlets took the story that the Colonial State New organization and first ran it as a hoax. It wasn't until a Colonial battle group, a full fledged, Punic Class battle group, stormed the system from three sides and caught the Faeson flotilla off guard that the state of the planet was confirmed. Said Flotilla was forced to surrender upon seeing the sheer fire power of the battle group, and were held there until further notice.
The Devastation was immense. The whole of the planet's Biosphere was atomized, its atmosphere burned off and polluted well past the point were Teraforming could repair it. The Decision was made to put the Military on Full Alert. Every Moored ship[, every anchorage, every defense platform and every Marine, Sailor, trooper and Airmen were put to full alert to await further orders.
The Parlay
Colonial Fortress world Ariah
The Fortress world of Ariah was similar to Heaven's reach, Mostly covered in remote continental wilderness with a few large oceans. Most of the Settlement on the planet came in the form of the ONI research and weapons development Facility that just fell short of 700,000 total people planet side. The benefit of the ONI base was that the planet had a near capital class level of orbital and ground base defense network containing multiple heavy orbital mass drivers, mine fields, and several hundred ground based silos and defense guns.
The Small ONI Picket fleet would welcome the envoy with the diplomatic cold shoulder, simply stating to stay at a certain set of grid points and await "A high Ranking diplomat." to arrive aboard a military Escort.
(Image)CNS Punic with her peace time escort fleet.
Aboard the Flag ship of the Colonial Fleet would be two ranking officers. First, Lord Admiral Anya Levchanko, a 53 year old Veteran of the fleet and one of its few female Flag officers. Standing next to her was a man she disliked greatly, a Man she would have, in any other world, she would be beating in to the deck plating.
This man was 15 years her junior and dressed in a dark blue suit and tie, with a little Colonial Flag pin on his lapel. This man was 38 year Johnathon T. Acherman, elected president of the Colonial Union.
The Sudden arrival of a dreadnought weight vessel and its escort would seem...alarming to them, though the immediate venting of thermal energy would be a sign of good faith, as they would be venting the energy that normally went in to charging the power cells of the Main battery MACs of Colonial Naval ships.
They would send a standard diplomatic cable before awaiting their reply.
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