STGOD 4 Game Thread

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2004-06-18 04:41pm

Known Space
Ark Sector - Ravenlock Controlled Region
Trade Fair
Serial Peacemaker

Katherine Sutherland smiled cordially at the UP representative. “I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea, now that you mention it,” the United Protectorates were an interesting nation. They were the driving source behind the largest public alliance in Known Space, something which had gathered a considerable amount of attention, both positive and negative. Their alliance with the Arcanists was cause for concern up until recently, and even still, the Consortium dealt with the Protectorate cautiously. This was a good sign, of course. If the Protectorate and the Consortium could come to some common grounds, perhaps stability could return to this section of the galaxy.

Real food was a rarity in the Consortium as well, but the Trade Fair had the benefit of the newly acquired worlds in Ark Sector, left behind by the Arcane Empire almost two months ago. They had left farms and livestock behind, and the Consortium wasted little time in taking advantage of such resources.

The tea the UP representative brought her was a delightful change of pace from the seemingly endless processed foods of the Consortium, and she did not need her telepathic gifts to tell he was enjoying his own drink. “Sometimes we forget that we had roots reaching back to the wetlands of Earth, with all that we have out here. Fascinating how something so simple as a drink can remind us of it, isn’t it?”

“But I suppose we have more important things to talk about than drinks, don’t we. I was told that you are interested in advancing your people’s understanding of the psionically gifted, yes?”

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 04:49pm

A diplomatic transport, clad in the traditional Red made the jump to normal space

<Tightbeam>
This is the Diplomatic shuttle Lylian to Ravenlock Command, we are carrying Ambassador Sipedon to meet with your own ambassadors , do we have docking clearance?

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-06-18 04:49pm

hotfoot wrote:“Sometimes we forget that we had roots reaching back to the wetlands of Earth, with all that we have out here. Fascinating how something so simple as a drink can remind us of it, isn’t it?”

“But I suppose we have more important things to talk about than drinks, don’t we. I was told that you are interested in advancing your people’s understanding of the psionically gifted, yes?”

"Yes, on both counts. There have always been rumors and myths about mindreaders in the UP but no real research in that direction, there were more pressing matters you understand. Now we find at least two powers with major human psionicist. It's... Shocking to us. We were hoping to find a trade for information on IDing and training those with mental gifts of that nature."

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2004-06-18 05:12pm

Known Space
Ark Sector - Ravenlock Controlled Region
Trade Fair
Serial Peacemaker

<<Copy that Lylian, you have clearance to dock with the Serial Peacemaker. We hope you enjoy your stay. Command out>>

The Draconis ship was allowed to dock and unload its ambassadors onto the Diplomatic Flagship. They were treated to the usual informational exchange and offered the standard assortment of Consortium Diplomats to choose from.

Meanwhile, Katherine nodded as the UP representative confirmed her query. “We can certainly give you some basic information on telepathy, and we do have techniques that allow us to probe for those with the traits. I’m certain we can come to an agreement to help you on this endeavor. It is the opinion of the Consortium that humans as a whole would benefit from universal ability in telepathy and other psionic gifts. Our own abilities are not nearly as developed or potent as the Veithans, but we have adapted reasonably well. Most of our institutions are private for the time being, as it is only estimated that fifteen to twenty percent of the Ravenlock have the gift, though that is slowly changing.”

“Once we have a formal agreement of relations between our people, we can begin to negotiate personnel to help you advance your understanding of psionics.”

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-06-18 05:17pm

Hotfoot wrote:“Once we have a formal agreement of relations between our people, we can begin to negotiate personnel to help you advance your understanding of psionics.”

"It is lucky then that I am empowered to that end, my lady. So let us begin then."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 05:19pm

Ambassador Sipedon, normally at the UP embassy, but on a special mission in Ravenlock space, walked onboard the Serial Peacemaker and his skin flashed a cool blue, he loved capitallism.

He welcomed the usual information exchange, and traded information on Draconian biology, culture, hsitory, government. The whole nine yards.

He then chose a mundane ambassador and got to work.

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2004-06-18 06:14pm

Known Space
Ark Sector - Ravenlock Controlled Region
Trade Fair
Serial Peacemaker

The Draconis Representative was sent to meet with Gerald Kallis, a mundane, or non-gifted Consortium official. The room was like the several others on board the Diplomatic Flagship, and was spacious enough for most human-sized species. Ambassador Kallis smiled to himself as he thought back to his first trip in this ship, when the only attendees were the Veithans. Now, with the Trade Fair as a lure, all manner of nations were showing up. Typical…

“Welcome, Ambassador Sipedon. I hope your voyage was pleasantly uneventful. I imagine you’re on a schedule, so we’ll keep things moving. We have standard treaties for you to choose from, and we are willing to negotiate specific points at your request.”

Katherine smiled as she and the UP representative came to a series of agreements, and various documents were signed. The meeting was quiet and innocuous, nothing like the ceremony that had taken place with the Gladhiem on Veitha, but this was also a different relationship. In addition to the trade occurring at the fair, regular trade between the UP and the Consortium would take place, and arrangements were made for the first of the Ravenlock Psionic Specialists to make way for the UP within the next few weeks.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 06:23pm

“Welcome, Ambassador Sipedon. I hope your voyage was pleasantly uneventful. I imagine you’re on a schedule, so we’ll keep things moving. We have standard treaties for you to choose from, and we are willing to negotiate specific points at your request.”

"Well, I was sent to arrange for the exchange of ambassadors, and also to offer a non-aggression pact and free trade aggreement. We generally operate on reciprocated free trade, however upon entering interstellar politics it seemed necessary to enter into treaties for that sort of thing" Ambassador Sipedon said with that cool blue that signified friendly happiness.

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-06-18 06:32pm

Orodan Shipyards, Republic of Nashtar

Two large ships were launched within a half hour of each other. First off the spacedock was the newly christened NRS Scimitar, a Claymore class battleship. She was followed by NRS Outbound, a Venture class carrier. There were two more Ventures in the contruction yards, one scheduled to begin her shakedown cruise tomorrow, and the other due for launch in two days. The Scimitar and Outbound formed up together for a joint shakedown cruise as the dockyard workers cheered and then went to their shuttles to enjoy what was for most of them one night planetside before coming back up to start working on the destroyer and frigate orders placed by the Republic in the wake of the Overseer campaign.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-06-18 06:42pm

Lastport

Captain Falkberg looked down from his bridge chair. 12 new ships had rolled out last week. 6 Moshie class and 6 Aaron class had been commissioned. He got command of a new Moshiem after years of skippering Marks and Johns. The LPSS IronShield, fresh from the Lastport yards. It was time for a cruise.

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2004-06-18 06:55pm

Known Space
Ark Sector - Ravenlock Controlled Region
Trade Fair
Serial Peacemaker

Ambassador Kallis smiled politely to the Draconis representative, “Of course, well, that should be simple enough. We have a station in the Aequitas system for any ambassadors you would send to us, and we have ambassadors we can send to your space within a week or so. Is there anything else?”

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 07:38pm

"Well, besides the possibility of a free trade agreement, no. But that can always wait for a later date after our respective governments have gotten to know each other better. " He said with a smile, a rather odd one considering the fangs and teeth...

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-06-18 09:01pm

In the nearest inhabited systems are dispatched alabaster, 3 meter long cyclinders. Each is covered in a unique pattern of lights. Inside each is an ambassador, a diplomatic machine intelligence. Now they wait for contact.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 09:09pm

Draconian space: CX19385-7

"Captain!"

"what is it ensign Vrock?"

"Sir, I am picking up a small probe that just entered the system, approximatly 9 meters long, orders?"

"Dispatch a fighter squadron to investigate."

"Yes sir"

"Fighter Squadron 16-Alpha come in StarHawks"

"This is Alpha 1, we picked it up to, en'route now"

The fighter squadron turned on theri axis and accelerated toward the probe. They reached it in a few minutes and sent a transmission to determine if the probe could respond.

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-06-18 09:13pm

"Sir, we have a contact, mark-two-five-niner." Captain Lucian set down his cup of coffee and looked at the com officer. "What kind of contact, Mr. Exec?," he said, trying not to sound worried. The last thing he needed was a pirate or smuggler to deal with. "Looks..oh, fuck. It's UBT, sir." Lucian started. What in blazes was a UBT ship doing here!? "Go to General Quarters, Mr. Exec, and wake up Gunnery," he said as klaxons started blaring from the ship's speakers. "We have an ID on it, sir. Looks to be some sort of scout pod." Lucian grumbled. "Stand down from GQ, but stay at yellow alert. Let's move closer..."

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-06-18 09:14pm

Alyrium Denryle wrote:Draconian space: CX19385-7

"Captain!"

"what is it ensign Vrock?"

"Sir, I am picking up a small probe that just entered the system, approximatly 9 meters long, orders?"

"Dispatch a fighter squadron to investigate."

"Yes sir"

"Fighter Squadron 16-Alpha come in StarHawks"

"This is Alpha 1, we picked it up to, en'route now"

The fighter squadron turned on theri axis and accelerated toward the probe. They reached it in a few minutes and sent a transmission to determine if the probe could respond.

~Hello there. I am MirroredMirage, sent by the United Bellerephon Territories to make contact with foreign nations and offer my services as diplomat. Whom do I have the pleasure of broadcasting too?~

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-06-18 09:16pm

Captain tycho wrote:"Sir, we have a contact, mark-two-five-niner." Captain Lucian set down his cup of coffee and looked at the com officer. "What kind of contact, Mr. Exec?," he said, trying not to sound worried. The last thing he needed was a pirate or smuggler to deal with. "Looks..oh, fuck. It's UBT, sir." Lucian started. What in blazes was a UBT ship doing here!? "Go to General Quarters, Mr. Exec, and wake up Gunnery," he said as klaxons started blaring from the ship's speakers. "We have an ID on it, sir. Looks to be some sort of scout pod." Lucian grumbled. "Stand down from GQ, but stay at yellow alert. Let's move closer..."

~Oh dear, its seems my course was off. Sorry their chaps. If you could, would you mind giving me a nudge home?~

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 09:18pm

Tasoth wrote:
Alyrium Denryle wrote:Draconian space: CX19385-7

"Captain!"

"what is it ensign Vrock?"

"Sir, I am picking up a small probe that just entered the system, approximatly 9 meters long, orders?"

"Dispatch a fighter squadron to investigate."

"Yes sir"

"Fighter Squadron 16-Alpha come in StarHawks"

"This is Alpha 1, we picked it up to, en'route now"

The fighter squadron turned on theri axis and accelerated toward the probe. They reached it in a few minutes and sent a transmission to determine if the probe could respond.
~Hello there. I am MirroredMirage, sent by the United Bellerephon Territories to make contact with foreign nations and offer my services as diplomat. Whom do I have the pleasure of broadcasting too?~

"You are boadcasting to Alpha 1 of the Draconian Fighter Squadron 16-Alpha AKA the StarHawks. Pleased to make your aquantance."

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-06-18 09:21pm

~Pleasures all mine. Do you have some place planetside I maybe be able to store myself. Space is vast and quite a frightening place for a lone conscious.~

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-06-18 09:27pm

The Exec rolled his eyes. "It's talking sir. Orders?" Lucian leaned back. "Nonetheless, it's a violation of the Treaty of Sphinx. Blow it up." "Aye, sir. Laser One, locked on. Ready to fire." Lucian tapped his armrest, making his final decision. "Fire." An invisible beam reached out from the destroyer, impacted on the pod, and reduced it to nothing more than free-floating atoms in a peto-second. "Send a report back to HQ, stating we intercepted and destroyed an enemy ship attempting to infiltrate Manticoran space."

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-06-18 09:39pm

Ravenlock Space
Ravenlock Sector
Aequitas

The Veithan security specialists were a relatively quite bunch, although once they met their Ravenlock counterparts they did begin to get in the right mood. The information about the delay of the SENTINEL team was noted and dealt with gracefully. It was not as if anyone of them was in undue hurry to get back to their ships, and they were quite interested in their new surroundings. When the specialists were shown to their quarters they followed without complaint, appreciating what they were offered with smiles and thoughts of thanks. It was in the minds of many a good mix between efficiency and luxury, the schedule to the summit confirmed before the Veithans jumped at the chance to tour the station.

The captain of Yulai had a single request, giving a sealed secure package to the highest ranking officer which had greeted them. The package offered to Captain Lucretia Johnston before the mind of the Veithan gently brushed against that of the captain.

~This package was given to me for delivery to Ravenlock space. It is meant to be granted to director Jon Cameron. He has been contacted ahead of time and has all the necessary information required to open it. Would you please make the necessary steps so that he will receive this?~

Assuming that the package was accepted, the captain of the Yulai along with the others around her would make an effort to stay close to their people in the station. The average Veithan was used to relatively sparse living quarters aboard their vessels, and thus what the Ravenlock offered were if not an improvement then certainly along the lines of what they had expected. Black and Red skin suits switched to more appropriate clothing as the Veithan sailors moved, the morph-wear which Veithans were so fond of neatly displayed. The transportation to Entertainment station was extremely well received, as it quickly became apparent that the Veithans by and large appreciated some time to unwind. The possibility of engaging in mock combat situations was accepted readily. The Veithans were aware that the Ravenlock were allies, but that did not change the fact that many took what they did seriously. More still wanted to know just how competent their new found friends were, bets were telepathically exchanged.

Veithan Space
Veitha III

It was not surprising that Veitha as a whole had perplexed the Gladsheim Crown Prince. The lifestyles of both peoples were drastically different. The datanet which allowed many of the aspects of Gladsheim to function did not exist, instead replaced by the telepathic contact and links that dominated the planet. His presence in the planet was taken in good light, and the government made every attempt to immerse the schedule of the Crown Prince in Veithan affairs. He was invited to all the social events, and the ever increasing coverage by subsidiaries of VNN and other newscasts was immediately noticeable. He was after all a prince, and the ties between the Gladsheim and the Empire were of interest to a great deal of people.

The Veithan populace as a whole had a favorable outlook towards the Grand Empire, it was part of the reason that had made an alliance possible in the first place. The prince was right of course, when it came to the Veithan ideology of play. The average Veithan worked hard, but he or she also had a tendancy to play hard as well. The more menial tasks in society had long before been automated, and Veithan education was excellent. The model of perfection was lacking to someone used to the halls of the Gladsheim. The Veithan populace had a great deal more variety than the Gladsheim when it came to physical archetypes, although by and large the vast majority tended to be in what they considered to be “an ideal”. The mastery of one’s mind conveyed certain advantages, and while a Veithan could not gain or lose weight at will, he or she could tweak various aspects of her body chemistry. The average Veithan was more than capable of influencing the level of melatonin in their body, tanning at will. Furthermore, many believed in the Ashanti ideal. A healthy mind in a healthy body, leading to a society were fitness was not simply encouraged but expected.

The frequency of the prince’s night-visits to some of the most popular Veitha III night spots had not gone unnoticed. These were the same spots that holo-stars and athletes frequented, the crown prince was certainly in good company and his presence was catching a great deal of attention. The Veithan government had pulled some strings, taking steps to insure the safety of the prince in these locations. If the Veithan data nets were to be believed, the crown prince was garnering a bit of a fan club…

Veithan Space
Reunion
Oceanside Retreat

The shuttle had been expected, its vector exactly as had been agreed upon and the codes which were transmitted were flawless as well. The shuttle was allowed to approach the planet, planetary defenses watching wordlessly as the shuttle passed. The escort was small, a single light frigate which was there primarily to uphold appearances. When the shuttle began its descent towards the planetary surface, the frigate moved off and continued on its patrol route. When the shuttle finally arrived at the landing zone, a single Veithan awaited. His words met with compliance, a soft smile on his lips as he lead the way.

His guest was led through the Veithan space port, his embarrassment noted for a moment before he glanced over his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. ~Do not be concerned Mr. Ztal, you have come to the right place.~ He did not share any further thoughts, instead leading his guest towards a corner of the spaceport. A VTOL aircraft awaited them, and after they were inside gracefully climbed into the air and accelerated towards their final destination. It took roughly thirty minutes for the craft to arrive at its destination, the doors opening to reveal an ocean less than fifty meters from an elegant structure which seemed to be their final destination. ~Please, follow me.~

Reunion was a secondary world within the Empire, known best for its physical beauty. The planet was earth-like, especially in regions such as this. This particular island was a retreat, and was for the most part unharmed by Veithan high technology. Mr. Ztal was led to the front entrance of the structure, its angular shape and large windows allowing the natural beauty of the area around them to be fully seen from within. The doors were opened, Mr. Ztal asked to enter before being followed by his host. The doors closed behind them as a thought was whispered to Mr. Ztal’s mind. ~Your trainer, Natalya will be awaiting you in the center room. I will now leave you to her.~ The Veithan nodded and moved to the side, leaving Yrt to continue on his path.

Yrt followed the instructions without any response more elaborate than a nod, his mind in control for the time being. The planet resonated with telepathic communication, a faint buzzing of words that he could only faintly hear. It almost felt as if he could reach out with his mind, and catch the conversations. He admitted that there were not shouts, no thoughts that demanded to be heard. The average Veithan was a born telepath and learned at an early age to control their minds. Here, in this planet he was for the most part at peace, the fear of thoughts to come crushing down upon them for the moment forgotten. As he reached the doors which led to what he believed was the central room, they opened for him. He did not hesitate, continuing his approach until they closed behind him. A series of thoughts whispered into his mind.

~Welcome Yrt Ztal. I am Natalya Ilya Korolev, I will be your instructor.~ Yrt glanced to his right and saw her sitting upon a simple chair. Natalya stood, her height accentuating her graceful body. She was dressed in a black and red body suit, strands of red hair falling neatly past her face and brushing against her shoulders. Her body was lithe and firm, something that the body suit made no qualms about hiding. She moved with predatory grace, but it was not her body that was the most intriguing and dominating quality about her. It was her mind, a mass of controlled psychic might that could rival a mountain. Her ruby lips curled upwards into a smile, and even though she was seventy eight years old prolong treatments kept her body appearing as if she were somewhere in the twenty eight to thirty two range.

Natalya came to a stop less than five feet before Yrt, her eyes sliding over him for a moment before his thoughts continued to be shared with her guest. ~I can feel your hesitation Yrt, and thus I will speak what needs to be said. We both know why you are here, and I have the key to that which you seek. Control, the ability to harness your mind to its fullest. The ability to embrace all that it has to offer and use it, rather than be used by it.~ She paused, her mind flickering against his for a fraction of a second. Yrt felt an intrusion and he did what came naturally, he resisted. Her smile widening as he did so, and ceasing with her attempt. ~Very good. A bit rough around the edges, but very good. You are strong Yrt, I can feel the potential lurking within you and thus, I will grant you a choice. I am bound to assist you, I will teach you control. That part will not be difficult. However, if you wish to learn more than simple control and delve into how to tap your potential to its fullest you will have to work with me.~

She paused for a moment her hands moving, the glove in her right hand removed and placed in a pocket which her suit seemed to create out of thin air. ~If you take my gloved hand, I will teach you what you need to know about learning to control your mind. If you take my bare hand, I will teach you how to not only control your mind, but to harness its full potential. It is your decision to make, so choose.~ Yrt hesitated for a moment, aware that there could be a trap in the more attractive choice. Nonetheless, he did not wish to merely control his mind. He wanted to harness it, to make full use of it. The woman before him was one of the best trainers that the Veithan empire had to offer. This opportunity would only be before him once. Yrt came to a decision, taking a step forward as his bare right hand touched Natalya’s own.

Natalya smiled as Yrt chose and chose wisely, her fingers curling around his hand as her mind whispered into his own. ~A wise choice Yrt. Now, we will begin…~ Her eyes seemed to for a moment dominate the room around them.

Ravenlock Space
Ark Sector
Trade Fair

The request from the Ravenlock to send a prime to the trade fair had been met with a few raised eyebrows by the Veithan government until the circumstances surrounding the request were clarified. The response was immediate, the location of the primes with the proper qualifications sought. There were over three dozen individuals with the proper credentials within the Ark Sector at the moment, and one of them the most experienced in these matters was chosen. A message was sent to Al-Quadim through secure channels, the prime in question found readily enough and told of the Ravenlock request. He was on his way to the trade fair within ninety seven minutes of the request having been made.

The Veithan “Star Light” class shuttle was termed a quick ship by those intimately aware of its workings. It was primarily a courier ship, sacrificing a great deal of armor and armament as well as internal space to possess an impressive speed. The fifteen meter long ship was like all Veithan vessels sleek and pleasing to the eye, it was also capable of nearly three times the faster than light speed of a naval light frigate. This particular version of the shuttle had enough space for one passenger, including a small and cramped living space for long distance missions. The Veithan/Gladsheim/Ravenlock territories within the so called “Ark” sector were all relatively close to each other. The entire trip took only a few minutes, the vector he had chosen being one approved ahead of time for Veithan usage.

A channel was opened with Ravenlock system control, his lips parting as he spoke in an even measured tone. “This is Gabriel Karise, I am here to fulfill a request dealing with a situation in the trade fair. My coordinates are as follows, along with my vector. I will be docking in four and half minutes.” He waited for confirmation before closing the channel, his shuttle gracefully plowing through space in its race towards his final destination. Once he approached one million kilometers from the station, he slowed his approach, eventually kissing his vessel against his designated docking area. The ship was brought to a standby mode with a flick of his mind, his skin suit switching to the black and red with silver piping of the Veithan Intelligence services. It did not take him long to move out of his vessel and meet with his Ravenlock hosts.

It took less than fifteen minutes for the situation to be explained to him, his eyes watching his Ravenlock counter parts quietly. An attempt in this area of space was foolish, the Ark Sector was one of the most militarized areas of known space. Furthermore, all the information he had come across pertaining to the Ravenlock suggested that they were extremely competent. He had read their history files closely, it was not surprising. If the Ravenlock were weak, they would not exist at this point. Veithan society as a whole protected the individual freedoms of others. The people that he was to deal with in conjunction with the Ravenlock had no such protections. They were idiots at best, terrorists at worse and either way he would fulfill his purpose here. He paused for only a moment before his mind gently brushed against the minds of the Ravenlock around him.

~I understand the situation and agree that this is the most likely method to achieve the results we require.~ His voice was soft, and through their link the Ravenlock personnel could sense that there was no real desire to do this out of fascination or like. The mind of the prime was ironclad, but weariness still fell through. He had been in the minds of some…disturbed people, and it was never a relatively enjoyable experience. Nonetheless, it was one that he had trained for extensively and few minds in known space could match his own. He usually worked alone however, but the minds of the Ravenlock around him were appealing and since this situation affected the Ravenlock more than his own people, he felt like making an offer. ~I usually work alone, but this need not be the case this time. The situation revolves around your people, and thus I feel it fitting that members of the Ravenlock are there alongside with me; so that they can see what I can see. I make the offer to any of you that wish to participate, I will be your guide.~

It took a bit of time for preparations to be made, the primary prisoner still in stasis prepared for what was to come. He waited patiently alongside any Ravenlock telepaths that wished to be there with him. He took a deep breath, his gloves removed and placed in pockets that seemed to “grow” into his suit. His bare hands offered to one Ravenlock to his right and one to his left. The physical contact would allow the necessary conduit for their minds, He would take the bulk of the burden. He would not only scan the target, but allow the Ravenlock telepaths to move along with him and see what he saw. It was within his capability to do, and more unfortunate for the target his prime strength would be augmented by the minds of the Ravenlock. The poor bastard had little chance of holding back anything from him, with this psychic union, there would be no chance. His head turned, as his fingers gently curled around the hands he held. His eyes glancing at a Ravenlock technician as he asked him to proceed; the stasis field removed as the prisoner came to. The prisoner had barely a chance of understanding what his new surroundings were, when the Veithan prime and any Ravenlock that had decided to tag along made their move. It was not terribly subtle, but it did not need to be. The enormous mental strength of the prime uncoiled, his mental strength growing and seeking its target. The change was readily perceived by the Ravenlock telepaths, as if suddenly a crack in the earth had formed and a sleeping giant had strode forth. The prisoner struggled for a second or so to hold back the intruding force, but it was like fighting a sun with a bucket of water. The resistance was brushed aside with the force of a tornado, but never quite so fiercely as to destroy the mind. Gabriel was careful in this, using overwhelming force to tear past defenses but not so brutally as to leave permanent damage. The Veithan understood quite well that he could destroy minds, but that was not his intention. Instead, he peeled aside the memories of his target and along with his Ravenlock allies began to scour through them.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 09:47pm

Tasoth wrote:~Pleasures all mine. Do you have some place planetside I maybe be able to store myself. Space is vast and quite a frightening place for a lone conscious.~

"Of course, CX19385-7 or Lucy, is not far from here, a few light seconds. We can tractor you in if you like"

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-06-18 09:48pm

Captain tycho wrote: Point 1: The Navy will assist in the defense and aid of Monocora against her enemies, and Monocora shall do likewise.
Point 2: A free-exchange program of all non-classified technologies shall be set up between Manticore and Monocora.
Point 3: The Royal Merchant Marine Service will have trading rights in Monocoran space, as will private civilian interests, and vice versa.

"Seems fairly mundane, you have an agreement."

And with that Ambassador Welles signed the document with a flourish.

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-06-18 09:50pm

Alyrium Denryle wrote:
Tasoth wrote:~Pleasures all mine. Do you have some place planetside I maybe be able to store myself. Space is vast and quite a frightening place for a lone conscious.~
"Of course, CX19385-7 or Lucy, is not far from here, a few light seconds. We can tractor you in if you like"

~That would be much appreciated.~

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-06-18 09:59pm

And the probe was tractored in to the planet and set down to land, it was then soon greeted by the planetary magistrate

"Greetings"