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White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-01-05 12:58pm

FROM: Vice Admiral Contessa Adrians, Aglatarian Hub Liason Officer

TO: The Aglatarian Hub

RE: Information exchange

While we are intrigued by your proposal, the parameters given are too broad to agree on the spot. If you will provide a destination, the battlecruiser Purity will deliver a diplomatic mission, and we are prepared to receive one from you in return. I look foreward to the opportunity to work out your proposal in greater detail, and to meeting you in person.

Message ends.

Ace Pace · Post by **Ace Pace** » 2005-01-05 01:00pm

To: Vice Admiral Contessa Adrians, Aglatarian Hub Liason Officer

From: The Aglatarian Hub

Subject: Meet-up

We are currently located in deep space outside the Hegemony, but if you will agree to dealing with us the moment our current buisness is finshed, the hub will transfare.

Unless a small gunboat carrying high level personal will not offend you.

Hub Out.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 01:15pm

The Diplomatic shuttle Vincent cruised briskly through hyperspace. The red tint and the gravitational spikes didn’t seem to bother the crew in the least. And if the ship were a person, it would be skipping without a care in the world.

Until a massive energy spike ripped them out of hyperspace and hey were staring down the gun barrels of a pirate interdictor cruiser.

“Power down your shields and prepare to be boarded”

The young captain, a mage named Xork scoweled at the pirate captain on the view screen
“Better to die fighting than to die on one’s knees” he said, his voice carrying utter contempt
“So be it” the pirate captain replied before cutting out the comms

“Take evasive action” Captain Xork called, and his ship exploded into action.

Plasma cannons fire and several missiles flew from the pirate ship. The shuttles point defense managing to take out all but one missile, which struck the aft Wall and caused the tiny ship to shudder.

“Open fire!” the captain called, and within microseconds, the ships meager armament which consisted of 2 dual light ruin cannons, and a bit of point defense opened fire. Splashing mostly harmlessly across the light cruiser’s shields.

The destroyer turned to bring the tiny ship into its primary fire arc and opened fire again. The ship dodged several plasma bolts, took down 3 missiles but was hit dead on by several Medium Turbolasers. They slammed into the aft wall rocking the tiny vessel, bleeding through and damaging the hull when the wall fell.

“SIR, WE JUST LOST WEAPONS, AFT SHIELDS AND LIFE SUPPORT, WE ARE VENTING ATMOSPHERE” the tactical officer cried.

“Seal off the bridge, and the father’s quarters” he said.

“Sir we are picking up another energy spike! Jumpgate forming!”

A ship exploded out of hyperspace, wedge shaped and bristling with weapons, which [positioned itself between

“This is the Victory Class Light Cruiser Hermes to diplomatic Shuttle Vincent, get out of here, we will hold them off”

The shuttle sped out of range of the interdictor and entered hyperspace, as the two larger vessels exchanged weapons fire.

…
The Hermes opened fire with a full forward salvo, all weapons concentrating fire on the pirate’s starboard shields, Several torpedo golems getting through point defense and exploding violently. The interdictor couldn’t stand up to it in turns of weapons and shielding, and jumped to hyperspace to escape.

…..

Several hours later in Nashtari space.

The Vincent exploded out of hyperspace much less majestically than the Bernard a few hours earlier. Its normally red hull was charred and blackened, venting atmosphere.

“This is the Diplomatic Shuttle Vincent, citing diplomatic protocols and carrying Father Clidas Nestraili to serve as ambassador to the Republic of Nashtar. We have about 5 min of air left and it is getting a little bit chilly in here, needless to say, we require immediate assistance” Father Nestrali said into the comms, shivering

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2005-01-05 01:31pm

Pinnacle

"Vincent, Pinnacle Control, acknowledged, stand by." Sergeant Hardy quickly switched to a different channel. "All units move to render immediate assistance to diplomatic shuttle Vincent at coordinates 185/270/87 planetary relative. Who's closest?"

"Control, this is the Ector. We have the Vincent on our sensors and can be at it's position in 45 seconds. Ask if they are capable of landing in our hangar bay or if their controls are too far gone to make the evolution safely, over."

"Ector, I'll put you through to the shuttle. Switch to frequency 912."

"Acknowledged." The comms officer made the switch. "Vincent, this is the carrier NRS Ector, inbound on your position. Do you have enough engine power and control to land safely in our hangar bay or do we need to dispatch a transport to get you? Over."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 01:36pm

"Acknowledged Ector, we do have enough power left to land safely in your hangar, howver our primary gravitic drive systems went offline when we exited hyperspace, we have maneuvering thrusters only. Thank you for your assistance"

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2005-01-05 01:41pm

Captain Weston turned to the CAG. "Clear the forward hangar bay. I don't want to lose a squadron if that thing goes up after landing. Order damage control and fire suppression teams to the hangar bay."

"Aye, sir."

The fighters and transports in the forward bay, on standby already due to the unusual readings on the EW net, were quick in clearing the bay, leaving it empty except for techs and the fire suppression party along the aft bulkhead.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 01:46pm

White Haven wrote:
Alyrium Denryle wrote:On the world of Largos IV an elderly man wearing grey robes and a simple carved wooden staff walked at a slow pace to the landing platform where Vice Admiral William Rankin was landing. His gait was slow, almost measured. As if he put up fascade of physical frailty. WHich he in fact did. His hair was white, and a well trimmed grey beard went down a few inches past his chin, with matching mustache.

He hobbled to the landing pad and awaited the arival of the Vice Admiral, patiently reading a small book.
'Shuttle' is perhaps something of a euphamism to describe the craft that settles onto the landing pad. While it does indeed serve that purpose, it's a good deal larger than most, and while the hardpoints under its backswept, angular wings are empty, a pair of magnetically-accelerated vulcan cannons hug the hull on either side. With a descending whine of turbines powering down, the fleet pinnace settles onto its landing skids, and the entire back of the craft folds down to the tarmac below.

Flanked by a few armored Marines as an honor guard and accompanied by a small staff, Rankin steps down the rough-coated ramp, the aft antipersonnel turrets lying dormant as he walks past and below them. The single man awaiting the mission, of course, draws attention, the Vice Admiral and his party crossing the tarmac towards him. As they leave it behind, the pinnace's aft ramp swings back up to lock into place.

Antininus Krex seemed detatched from the heavily armed "shuttle" that just landed, he only turned his attention from his book when the vice admiral emerged from the vessel with his honor guard. He slipped the book into a fold in his robe, and walked over to the Admiral Renken

Leaning heavily on his staff, he extended the other hand to shake the ice admirals hand, who, accepted.

"I am Antininus Krex, head of the Largos IV Mage Guild. I am pleased to meet you, and wil be your diplomatic liason, as well as serving my role as a head of state" he said with a wink.

SirNitram · Post by **SirNitram** » 2005-01-05 01:59pm

Not all the wonders and horrors of the pre-Fall universe were gone.

The Troll Horde, for example, was still going strong. Pushed back into the Clouds aeons ago after their failed coup for Earth, they were now the Corsair's problem.. Most of the time.

As always, the initial thrust was Federation Of Planets starships. Phasers plinked against the Fields of the assembled defensive fleet, harmless. Over the comms, incoherent babble about 'Okona', 'TDiC', and 'Skin of Evil' repeated, over and over, as the thrust was carved apart by CREWS mounts the size of frigates.

The second wave showed the new allies the Trolls had gained. Shadow Battlecrabs led the assault, with what looked like Medusa-class warships gliding on their Wedges. Slicers beams stabbed at a Psychopath's shields, as a voice emerged from the cacophany. "I WILL FISSION YOUR HULL, PUNY NON-FIVER!" scream the battlecrab, until a CAM dusting caused the flimsy organic ship to simultaneously fold in on itself and detonate.

Huge missiles known as MDM's hurtled at the defenders, each vanishing into the Trapdoor systems of the defenders. Nevertheless, a voice seemed to be screaming that the poorly-aimed missiles would slaughter them via kinetic energy.

Near the back, a single vessel emerged from the beating unscathed and continued towards the defending fleet. A Borg Cube, one of the few left in the universe after the Boyd had slaughtered the techno-zombies. A transponder was clearly marked...

Dark Star.

Weaponsfire roared in on the Cube, hitting it's shields. Yet, somehow, the shots failed to penetrate; it was like the vessel simply failed to recignize it's existance being ended. The Bozon Field present in all Troll Horde actions was spiking.

"Captain.. You won't beleive this. We're losing traction." The helmsman reported. "It's.. Like that thing is distorting the Energy Grid."

Outside, the shredded remains of ships, surgically ripped apart by CREWS beams, were drifting back together, reforming somehow.. Rallying. The Cube hadn't fired a shot, but it's mere presense was already starting to turn the tide.

The Corsair ships, threatened with being trapped at sublight speeds, disengaged. A flurry of Displacer-fired munitions detonated in the Horde, but it would only slow them.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-01-05 02:16pm

Alyrium Denryle wrote:Antininus Krex seemed detatched from the heavily armed "shuttle" that just landed, he only turned his attention from his book when the vice admiral emerged from the vessel with his honor guard. He slipped the book into a fold in his robe, and walked over to the Admiral Renken

Leaning heavily on his staff, he extended the other hand to shake the ice admirals hand, who, accepted.

"I am Antininus Krex, head of the Largos IV Mage Guild. I am pleased to meet you, and wil be your diplomatic liason, as well as serving my role as a head of state" he said with a wink.

"My pleasure, sir," the vice admiral replies as he releases's the...representative's...hand. "It's good to finally be here. I trust there's a hangar somewhere nearby? I've been assigned this pinnace for the duration of my stay here. If there's any trouble with accomodations in the short term, I and my staff can remain onboard until they are prepared?"

General Zod · Post by **General Zod** » 2005-01-05 02:23pm

Ace Pace wrote:
To: Corporate Hegemony
From: The Aglatarian Hub
Subject: Berthing
This is an emergency broadcast, after departing the Imperium's space at high speed, we did not have time to stock up on supplies, our fuel reserves are running low for several craft, we require urgent supply run from your space.

Encrypted attachment:
My My, what a shitstorm, if you can carry over the Imperium's ambassador and yourself, we need to have a chat...\\

Hub Out.

[/quote]

from: tiphares security command

you may use the space ring's ports to dock and resupply. proceed to these coordinates {coordinates encoded} and a cruiser will escort you. do not deviate from the course, and make certain no constructs of Artificial Intelligence are active aboard your ships, as per hegemony law regarding AIs.

~end transmission~

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 02:24pm

The Vincent, with about thirty seconds to spare, coasted into the hangar bay on maneuvering thrusters, and opened the hatches, letting the thing air in a bit. Then the command crew and Father Nestrali emerged, shivering from the cold, thankful that the ship was insulated. There was no danger f fire, and the ships reacot, being magical and not nuclear or anti-mater in anture, showed no signs of exploding, and in fact, it was nearly impossible for that to happen. Only the creator could will it to do so. The ships systems on the other hand are a different matter. The gang plank opened, and the crew emerged, rushing out to warmth and more importantly oxygen

The ambassador however exited seperatly, and more orderly clad in full gothic style plate mail, with aBarbute style helm. He wears a surcoat of pure white over it, bearing the Holy Symbol of Helm, the back of a gauntlet with an all seeing eye in the center of the hand. In his left arm is a shield, mirror finished with the same symbol etched into it by hand. At his side hangs a bastard sword that glows with an unearly aura, and in his right hand he carries the baton that traditionally marks the Herald in earth's medieval period.

And waited for the commanding officer. Following any anstructions from the crew as given, and basic cmmon sense as wll. In that he mved away form the ship, and roward some semblance of safety, in the event that the nearly impossible happened.

Ace Pace · Post by **Ace Pace** » 2005-01-05 02:27pm

Darth_Zod wrote:
from: tiphares security command

you may use the space ring's ports to dock and resupply. proceed to these coordinates {coordinates encoded} and a cruiser will escort you. do not deviate from the course, and make certain no constructs of Artificial Intelligence are active aboard your ships, as per hegemony law regarding AIs.

~end transmission~

To: Tiphares security command
Subject: Reading

Get me your command officer young cyborg whatever you are, what part of the message did you not understand? the part where several of my ships are stranded?

Give this to your commanding officer.

Code: Select all

The Space Bridge route confirmation

And give him the FULL original message, or I will not neglate to get your fired and charged with incompetence or whatever your corporate equilivent is.

Hub Out.

Crayz9000 · Post by **Crayz9000** » 2005-01-05 02:28pm

SirNitram wrote:The Corsair ships, threatened with being trapped at sublight speeds, disengaged. A flurry of Displacer-fired munitions detonated in the Horde, but it would only slow them.

[CSDF HQ, New Altadena]

"Sir? Bozon detectors have picked up a spike in the general direction of the Magellanic Clouds."

The CSDF commander's face went ashen for a moment before he regained his composure. The Corporate Sector's predecessors, the United Terran Republic and the Southern California Evac Force, had enough run-ins with the Trolls that they maintained a healthy paranoia about them. And Quaynar Industries' failed experiments with Bozon technology, which had led to the loss of one of the four C-II battlestations, had also allowed the development of some of the best bozon detectors in the galaxy.

"Report the incident to UTRN Command, the SKS, and the Kzin. I'm sure they'll be most interested in this..."

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2005-01-05 02:29pm

The damage control teams rushed towards the shuttle, fire suppression apparatus at the ready, but scans determined no sign of explosion danger. With that, a set of blast doors at the rear of the hangar opened and Captain Weston strode in, flanked by an honor guard of six Marines. They proceeded towards the waiting dignitaries with brisk military precision.

"Ambassador, welcome aboard. I am honored by your presence. I hope you and your crew have escaped injury."

InnocentBystander · Post by **InnocentBystander** » 2005-01-05 02:29pm

Vohu Manah wrote:
Jaded Masses wrote:The Arrowhead opens a dialog with the ship, inquiring as to the problem and how it can assist. Then it sends a message to the UVP explaining why it will be late for the diplomatic exchange.
The UVP stands ready to deploy vessels to your location to assist your ship, having also received the distress signal.

Deep Space
Edge of the Waste
Time: 00:13 (+00:02 arrival of Arrowhead)

The UVP communication fell upon def ears as ambient radiation in the region overrode all realspace communication, and the dense debris field's gravity preveted normal hyperspace communication.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 02:35pm

Rogue 9 wrote:The damage control teams rushed towards the shuttle, fire suppression apparatus at the ready, but scans determined no sign of explosion danger. With that, a set of blast doors at the rear of the hangar opened and Captain Weston strode in, flanked by an honor guard of six Marines. They proceeded towards the waiting dignitaries with brisk military precision.

"Ambassador, welcome aboard. I am honored by your presence. I hope you and your crew have escaped injury."

" I am honored to be here, as for myself and my dariing crew, a few bruises and a concussion suffered by the communications officer, but other than that, we are uninjured, thanks to a cruiser that was shawowing us in hyperspace. Allow me to ontroduce myself properly."

with that he dropped to one knee and presented the baton to the ships captain

"Father Clidas Nestraili at your service captain. May I someday be able to repay the help you have just rendered unto me"

Kyle · Post by **Kyle** » 2005-01-05 02:40pm

General Announcement

Today the UTRNs Fifth Fleet spaced from Jenistat station in the Free Star Alliance, to begin preliminary bloackade operations agaisnt the Klingon Empire. All nations are hereby advised that no foreign flagged ships will be allowed to enter Klingon space. Klingon flagged merchant ships will be allowed entrance after submitting to a full inspection, Klingon ships will not be allowed to leave Klingon space for any reason. Foreign flagged vessels will be allowed to depart Klingon space after submitting to a full inspection. There will be no exceptions, any shipping attempting to break this bloackade will be intercepted and either destroyed or confiscated with the crews serving jail time, and possible punitive actions agaisnt the flagging nation.

General Zod · Post by **General Zod** » 2005-01-05 02:42pm

[quote="Ace Pace"

To: Tiphares security command
Subject: Reading

Get me your command officer young cyborg whatever you are, what part of the message did you not understand? the part where several of my ships are stranded?

Give this to your commanding officer.

Code: Select all

The Space Bridge route confirmation

And give him the FULL original message, or I will not neglate to get your fired and charged with incompetence or whatever your corporate equilivent is.

Hub Out.[/quote]

pressing of buttons and switches can be heard, shortly a different officer is on the relay. "confirmed. convoy will be sent shortly, however such an operation will take time as many of our convoys are presently occupied and only a few can be used. an emergency operation of this magnitude was clearly not anticipated."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2005-01-05 02:44pm

White Haven wrote:
Alyrium Denryle wrote:Antininus Krex seemed detatched from the heavily armed "shuttle" that just landed, he only turned his attention from his book when the vice admiral emerged from the vessel with his honor guard. He slipped the book into a fold in his robe, and walked over to the Admiral Renken

Leaning heavily on his staff, he extended the other hand to shake the ice admirals hand, who, accepted.

"I am Antininus Krex, head of the Largos IV Mage Guild. I am pleased to meet you, and wil be your diplomatic liason, as well as serving my role as a head of state" he said with a wink.
"My pleasure, sir," the vice admiral replies as he releases's the...representative's...hand. "It's good to finally be here. I trust there's a hangar somewhere nearby? I've been assigned this pinnace for the duration of my stay here. If there's any trouble with accomodations in the short term, I and my staff can remain onboard until they are prepared?"

"All is taken care of Vice Admiral. We have arranged for a choice of living space, depending on what you prefer. Attached to yoru embassy are two forms of accomodation, one being equivalent to military base housing, the other having a few more creatue comforts. We have a subdivision devoted to foreign embassies you see. which has several small hangers"

Ace Pace · Post by **Ace Pace** » 2005-01-05 02:45pm

To: Tiphares security command

That is more acceptable, but while the convoy is being set up, will you transmit this message along to your director of PR?

General Zod · Post by **General Zod** » 2005-01-05 02:47pm

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General Zod · Post by **General Zod** » 2005-01-05 02:49pm

Ace Pace wrote:To: Tiphares security command

That is more acceptable, but while the convoy is being set up, will you transmit this message along to your director of PR?

To: the hub

certainly. we believe he's presently in negotiations at the moment, however we can patch a priority communique through if you wish.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-01-05 02:51pm

Alyrium Denryle wrote:"All is taken care of Vice Admiral. We have arranged for a choice of living space, depending on what you prefer. Attached to yoru embassy are two forms of accomodation, one being equivalent to military base housing, the other having a few more creatue comforts. We have a subdivision devoted to foreign embassies you see. which has several small hangers"

Rankin lets out a short laugh at the delicate presentation of the choice, then gives a soft smile. "I may be an officer in the Sixth Cruiser Squadron, but I'm hardly an ascetic. Most of the Foreign Outreach Office aren't in fact. That, of course, makes my children wince whenever they contemplate their shrinking inheritance, but they'll make do. Space aboard our cruisers is limitted, I would greatly appreciate a change from that." He pauses, then tacks on a qualifier, "As long as both would have room for my staff...?"

Jaded Masses · Post by **Jaded Masses** » 2005-01-05 02:51pm

InnocentBystander wrote:
Jaded Masses wrote:The Arrowhead, in the area on the way to UVP hears the broadcast. It diverts to the location to render assistance. It sends a reply to the distressed ship, and a general broadcast to alert people what it was doing to not step on anyones toes. It closes with in a light year in Hyperspace, then drops out and warps the rest of the way; conducting a through scan of the surrounding area. The Arrowhead opens a dialog with the ship, inquiring as to the problem and how it can assist. Then it sends a message to the UVP explaining why it will be late for the diplomatic exchange.
Deep Space
Edge of the Waste

The destroyer hung in space, essentially crippled, it's primary and secondary sublight drives at literally burnt out saving the ship as it plummeted out of hyperspace. The Fidelity was now at the very edge of the debris field, which seemed to be slowly flowing out into clear space.

Local Communication
"Are we glad to see you! This pocket of waste wasn't on our star-charts and we nearly got destroyed because of it. Our hyperdrive and sublight engies are out, and it'll be days before we can get moving again. We've been...[static]....trying to..[static]..contact...[static].....breaking up..[static]....
Signal Lost

According to the Arrowhead's sensors the Fidelity's communication tower was passing through a radiation cloud. The dense debris cloud continued to ooze it's way into clean space.

The Arrowhead circles, then drops down into STL warp. At 1000 mi from the stranded ship, a shuttle disembarks. The Shuttle heads towards the stricken ship, trailing a cable. On it are several marines and several more engineers.

The UVN transmission goes un-heard, but the Arrowhead sends its own transmissions requesting a TUG from the UVN.

Ace Pace · Post by **Ace Pace** » 2005-01-05 02:53pm

To: Whomever the officer in command is.

Unless the negotiations include the Imperium,which I belive was settled afew hours ago, I will request a note be sent to him, with an identical note sent to the Imperium ambassador requesting their prompt appearance aboard The Galactic for urgent schedualed negotiations on the Space Bridge operation.