STGOD 2K5 Main Game

[Dahak]

"Affirmative"

Scans revealed one fast courier boat, with light point defense weaponry, respectable electronics gear, and one embarked shuttle. The ship moved with fluid grace, as much as is possible when adopting an imposed course.

(Depending upon sensors used, it may be noticeable that each of the people on board is generating rather more life energy than is the norm, and there is a relative lack of cybernetic enhancements for a power of this level of development. If you don't find this out now, you will soon after they dock anyway. Personal weapons only, nothing heavier than a sidearm that isn't part of the ship's point defense grid)

Following the course, the Shi courier boat closed with Avalon Prime, a vast orange gas planet.
Getting closer, an orbital station grows, Orbital One, where you will be docking.
A representative of the Corporation awaits your delegation after the Shi ship has docked.

(*ooc* And you will find that the people you come along are full of cybernetics and despite looking human, a genetic scan would show some very advanced genetic engineering in every one you'll meet *g*)

[Captain tycho]

Adeptus Navalis Headquarters, Aurora

The cowled astropath snorted. "Using the old lanes? Are you mad, Admiral?"
Admiral T'grath smiled faintly. "Are you saying your vaunted Astropathica can't survey them and find a safer route through them?" The astropath paused and stuttered. Astropaths were extremely prideful in their business, and not used to being offended. "No, of course not, but we will have to get close in order to make and accurate survey of the old lanes, and that could be-" "Dangerous?" T'grath interjected with a laugh. "We're not sending a Legios out to investigate, we're sending some disposable survey craft and a few...disposable astropaths." The cowled man squirmed. "Very well Admiral, but I still demand to see an order from the High Lords." T'grath slapped a slip of parchment onto the desk. "Shall I read it?" he said sarcastically.

The astropath picked it up daintily in his old hands and read through it silently. " 'The Astropathica will consider all astropaths disposable for this operation?' Are you mad? Wait, don't answer that."
"The High Lords consider re-opening them a top priority. For too long we have been without a major hyperlane, much to our detriment. I don't care if half your astropaths go insane when out surveying them; we have another few hundred billion men and women new ones from. So, you will do it." It was not a question, but an order.
Sighing, the astropath got up, helped by his cane. "You are a harsh master, Admiral. But it will be done."

Survey Centuria AXV-567
200 survey craft, filled to the brim with astropaths and hyperspace sensors, began their journey along the old routes. Many would be lost to the twisting lanes, full of unknown gravitic eddies and currents, and many more would have their astropaths driven insane by the convoluted routes.
Psykers, and astropaths in particular, were extremely sensitive to space-time distortions, which made them more effective than a computer at calculating and mapping hyperspace routes, but also made them vulnerable to disruptive effects. It was a trade-off the merchant marine and military alike was willing to take in order for increased faster-than-light travel.[/i]

[White Haven]

The Squadron pinnace settles gently down onto its skids, nose facing back out towards space. The under-wing hardpoints are empty, although the twin multibarrel gauss cannons hugging the hull still look rather menacing. The aft ramp opens slowly, no need for the sudden violence of a Marine drop in this situation, and Vice Admiral Contessa Adrians, a few Marines, and her staff emerge.

[Ace Pace]

From a pair of recently prepered crates on the docking bay, pop out a pair of hover droids, which fly down near the Vice Admiral and her escort, the droids extend multiple arms covered with every sensor known to the galaxy, and begin scanning, all the while chippering in a high pitch, after a few minutes, they fall silent and return to their crates, statisfied no one is carrying any explosives or biological\chemical agents.

From a small door on the right side of the bay comes out Fleet Commander Petrach, walking quickly to the Admiral.

"Welcome aboard The Galactic, after all that fuss outside,I'm glad we're both here unharmed except for higher blood pressure in the days ahead.

Would you rather we settle down with drinks, or shall we get straight to buisness?"

[White Haven]

From a pair of recently prepered crates on the docking bay, pop out a pair of hover droids, which fly down near the Vice Admiral and her escort, the droids extend multiple arms covered with every sensor known to the galaxy, and begin scanning, all the while chippering in a high pitch, after a few minutes, they fall silent and return to their crates, statisfied no one is carrying any explosives or biological\chemical agents.

From a small door on the right side of the bay comes out Fleet Commander Petrach, walking quickly to the Admiral.

"Welcome aboard The Galactic, after all that fuss outside,I'm glad we're both here unharmed except for higher blood pressure in the days ahead.

Would you rather we settle down with drinks, or shall we get straight to buisness?"

These guards are anything but ceremonial. At the sight of the quite-probably-armed drones, a whir of servos can be heard, powered-armor muscles bringing weapons to bear. Two of the four marines level weapons that, for any military not employing powered battle armor, would have qualified as crew-served. The other pair swing the heavy missile tube mounted across the back of their suits. No one fires...but there's a good, tense moment while the hovercraft make their scan. Only several seconds after the crates re-seal themselves do the Squadron Marines return their weapons to port.

Any other diplomat from any other nation would have looked chagrined at the actions of her guards, may even have apologized for them. The Sixth's ambassadors are naval officers in more than just name, for all their delicate turn of phrase, however, and so they simply expect that sort of action. Vice Admiral Adrians steps forewards with a smile and gives a small, polite bow of her head. "I think business...I've entirely too many tense fellow officers waiting outside," she states, gesturing at the space beyond the ship's outer hull, "to let this drag on for too long."

[Ace Pace]

"Yes, yes, our own officers are quite intrested on signing something concrete fast, if you will please follow me, your guards and staff too."

Petrach smartly turned around and started walking across the bay, going over to another door, which opens.

"Hurry up will you, we don't have all day and this is a big ship."

Walking through the door the party enters another part of the ship, one built out of wood, and slowed down, talking while he walked,"I mean no offense, but those guards and anyone carrying a weapon or electronical equiptment will have to stay outside, the room we'll be in is filled with static that will cause damage to those electronics.

I assume you have been briefed on the preliminary terms?

Ah there, we're here"
Petrach leans forward to touch a wood panel, and suddenly a door slides open, reveling a room that would not have looked shabby 300 years ago, a lone table, 5 chairs, and 1 person allready sitting in the end next to another chair.

"Now then, sit down, what will you require of us?"

[DaveJB]

From: The Council of the Great Ones
To: The Purified

If you wish to send an ambassador, so be it. You shall send your ambassador's ship to the enclosed spatial co-ordinates, from where you shall be escorted to Metebelis. If you enter any other sections of Eight-Leg space, you shall be ejected from our territory or killed, if we deem it neccesary. Be sure to bring atmospheric protection suits with you, as our planet's atmosphere would kill you instantly.

[Alyrium Denryle]

The Tyrs fist shuddered from an other dual broadside from the cruisers.

"Starboard dorsal wall at 80%"

"Concentrate all weapons fire on the lead cruiser. Lets take off the kid gloves and stop splitting fire"

"Yes father"

The massive dreadnoughts main starboard batteries realigned themselves. Even whiule the medium guns engaged the lesser vessels.

"Starboard dorsal and starboard ventral walls at 76% "

the medium guns were taking theri toll. Already several dead hulks that used to be destroyers or frigates littered the area.

The heavy guns alligned and opened fire. The light flash would be blinding to anyone unfortunate enough to look at it directly. As the beams struck shields, energy radiated accross the radiating surface of the shjield, until the shields reached maximum capacity and energy started to bleed through to the ships hull. Not that it mattered, the shields soon collapsed entirely, and several of the beams raked across the hull. Several seconds later, another broadside hit it and lay waste to its hull in such a manner as to make it a dead hulk in space.

[Alyrium Denryle]

"Send to Fleet Command: 'Pirate forces too strong for direct assault. Request reinforcements.'"

Fleet command Routed it to the Federation, and their own forces. They recieved a transmission from the Federation in return.

"We have scrambled what ships we had in the immediate area. We are Sending the SUperdreadnought DOminator, and support vessels. They should arrive in position in the combat zone... now"
.....

Pirate Base

The NRS Wraith, picked up a massive jump point forming just off their port bow and slightly ventral. A masive 20 KM long superdreadnought. Bristeling wioth hundreds of weavy weapons emerged from the vortex. Wedge shaped and lacking reaction engines or a typical bridge tower, it was a horrible and wonderful slight to behold, then its support vessels showed up. An eviscerator Dreadnought an interdictor, and 2 Victory class light cruisers. It broadcast a signal in open space.

"Attention pirate ships, this is Abbot Grassus and Magus Jasper ofthe Federation Superdreadnought Dominator and support vessels. We have pwoered up an interdiction field and you cannont escape. You have ten seconds to surrender, otherwise I will insert a a large lubed up gnome into you."

They waited ten seconds for a response then all 80 Heavy RUin Batteries opened fire, forward, targeting the battle station.

[Shark Bait]

Code: Select all

To the FSA
From Sparata Confederacy

Roger, have recieved your coordinates.  Will dispatch unit to intercept and bring to our homeworld.

******

"Sir," said Thompson's aide. "We have received word from the FSA that they want to meed with us."

"Good, dispatch four of our Acherons to pick them up."

Cruiser 04 dropped out of hyperspace flanked by two escorts number 09 and 22. The Archerons had arrived shortly before them and were waiting.

"Greetings diplomats of the confederacy we are the Federation of Sentient Androids we thank you for your invitation to open diplomatic relations and would be happy to send ambasador unit twelve when you are ready."

[Agent Fisher]

Code: Select all

To the FSA
From Sparata Confederacy

Roger, have recieved your coordinates.  Will dispatch unit to intercept and bring to our homeworld.

******

"Sir," said Thompson's aide. "We have received word from the FSA that they want to meed with us."

"Good, dispatch four of our Acherons to pick them up."

Cruiser 04 dropped out of hyperspace flanked by two escorts number 09 and 22. The Archerons had arrived shortly before them and were waiting.

"Greetings diplomats of the confederacy we are the Federation of Sentient Androids we thank you for your invitation to open diplomatic relations and would be happy to send ambasador unit twelve when you are ready."

"This is Captain Webster of the SCS Intrepid. Go ahead and send your ambassador."

[Shark Bait]

"This is Captain Webster of the SCS Intrepid. Go ahead and send your ambassador."

"Very well then" ambasador twelve responded as his small shuttle detached from the cruiser and flew twards the Intreped and entered its hanger bay landing gently. The door to the shuttle opened and the ambasador stepped out flanked by two un armed spider drones inteded to service him in the event of an emergency. He surveyed the cargo bay with his wide range of sensor equipment making sure of all surroundigns before tuning his cold dark optics towards a group of waiting personel.

[Agent Fisher]

"Greetings, I am Captain Webster, and this is Mr. Blakely. He is our resident ambasador. I am sure you two will have much to talk about, so if you will excuse me, I am need else where."

[Beowulf]

Former Aquarian Union

"We have located a pirate base, sir."

"What sort of defenders will be there?"

"Looks like they might have a couple frigates at most."

"Send TF4.1 and TF4.3."

"Yes, sir."

---
The flotilla reached the pirate base. The base floated serenly through space, built into an asteroid. The flotilla quickly annihiliated the defending frigates, without losses of their own. The escort carriers then disgorged Marine boarding craft, which began their assault on the base itself. Accompaning bombers wiped out the defensive emplacements on the asteroid.

[Shark Bait]

"Greetings, I am Captain Webster, and this is Mr. Blakely. He is our resident ambasador. I am sure you two will have much to talk about, so if you will excuse me, I am need else where."

"Hello Captian Webster, Mr. Blakely it is an honor to make your aquantance." ambasador tweve said as he steped forward with odd puppet like movements and held out his hand. "I hope that our nations can help eachother grow and flourish."

[White Haven]

"Yes, yes, our own officers are quite intrested on signing something concrete fast, if you will please follow me, your guards and staff too."

Petrach smartly turned around and started walking across the bay, going over to another door, which opens.

"Hurry up will you, we don't have all day and this is a big ship."

Walking through the door the party enters another part of the ship, one built out of wood, and slowed down, talking while he walked,"I mean no offense, but those guards and anyone carrying a weapon or electronical equiptment will have to stay outside, the room we'll be in is filled with static that will cause damage to those electronics.

I assume you have been briefed on the preliminary terms?

Ah there, we're here"
Petrach leans forward to touch a wood panel, and suddenly a door slides open, reveling a room that would not have looked shabby 300 years ago, a lone table, 5 chairs, and 1 person allready sitting in the end next to another chair.

"Now then, sit down, what will you require of us?"

The Marines don't look all too happy about being told to stay behind, but between their heavy weapons, their powered armor, and their basic vision-overlay cybernetics, they don't have much of a choice. As a poor second, they take up guard positions flanking the doorway while the vice admiral and her small staff pass through to the conference room beyond.

"Briefed?" the brown-haired woman asks as she settles into one of the seats around the table. The Foreign Outreach Office has looser regulations on hair length and other similar aspecs of personal grooming, the better to make first impressions on other governments, and as such Adrians' hair is braided halfway down her back, pulled out of the way in a brief, no-nonsense style that clearly speaks of limitted preparation time. "I wasn't aware that any terms had been discussed at all, yet. Aside from staring down each others' gunports, communication hasn't exactly been flowing freely to date."

[Agent Fisher]

"Greetings, I am Captain Webster, and this is Mr. Blakely. He is our resident ambasador. I am sure you two will have much to talk about, so if you will excuse me, I am need else where."

"Hello Captian Webster, Mr. Blakely it is an honor to make your aquantance." ambasador tweve said as he steped forward with odd puppet like movements and held out his hand. "I hope that our nations can help eachother grow and flourish."

'Like wise. Now if you will follow me I will show you to your quarters. We have about a few days trip back."

[Ace Pace]

The Marines don't look all too happy about being told to stay behind, but between their heavy weapons, their powered armor, and their basic vision-overlay cybernetics, they don't have much of a choice. As a poor second, they take up guard positions flanking the doorway while the vice admiral and her small staff pass through to the conference room beyond.

"Briefed?" the brown-haired woman asks as she settles into one of the seats around the table. The Foreign Outreach Office has looser regulations on hair length and other similar aspecs of personal grooming, the better to make first impressions on other governments, and as such Adrians' hair is braided halfway down her back, pulled out of the way in a brief, no-nonsense style that clearly speaks of limitted preparation time. "I wasn't aware that any terms had been discussed at all, yet. Aside from staring down each others' gunports, communication hasn't exactly been flowing freely to date."

"I assumed you knew the reason for us coming here, you don't think we would have brought the entire fleet just for a bunch of negotiations would you?"

Very well, since you were not told, I shall now lay them out.

• 1)There shall be open trade between The Aglatarian Hub and the Sixth Cruiser Squadron.
  
  2)When neccesary, the Sixth Cruiser Squadron will provide defense for The Aglatarian Hub, and berthing.
  
  3)In Return, The Aglatarian Hub shall provide itself as a minor defense fleet for the Sixth Cruiser Squadron.
  
  4)When required, both parties shall exchange map and other information resources on commen interests.
  Subnote: The first installament is here, code named "Switzerland".

Will those terms be acceptable? and shall this be accepted as well?"

Without pressing any button, a small inset appears in the table, in which a datacrystal is set.

[Rogue 9]

NRS Wraith

Captain Jonoghot grinned, his narrow mouth splitting to reveal needlelike teeth. His frigate had been easing into position behind one of the enemy interdictors when the Federation forces arrived. "Torpedo room, Conn. Fire tubes one through four into the enemy's engine area. Reload tubes one and two with the same ordnance. Reload tubes three and four with Mark 610s," he said evilly.

"Conn, Torpedo, aye."

The heavy warheads lanced out at a range of 1.5 km. Although they were slower than long-range missiles, at that range the enemy point defense had little time to react. One was hit by a point defense Vulcan-type railgun, but the other three detonated against the enemy ship's deflector shield in a ragged sequence.

"Conn, Sensors. The enemy vessel's rear shields are faltering. One more should do it."

"Torpedo, Conn. On my mark fire tube one. Wait three seconds, then fire tube three."

"Conn, Torpedo, aye."

The frigate had eased even closer and sideslipped a bit to change relative position. The enemy's rear arc weapons fired wildly for a couple seconds, but they had bigger problems to worry about that they could actually see, so it didn't last long. The fifth heavy torpedo lanced out and detonated, destroying the shield and expending it's remaining fury on the exhaust nozzles of the interdictor. Three seconds later, another torpedo lanced out.

It hit the enemy's rear, but did not detonate in a large fireball like the previous warheads. An observer might have thought it a dud for a few seconds, until he realized that the interdictor was losing power. The "warhead," such as it was, released a high-intensity electromagnetic pulse coupled with an arc of ionizing energy that pulsed through the interdictor. It was dead in space in a span of seconds.

NRS Shieldwall

"Attention pirate ships, this is Abbot Grassus..."

"Helm, Conn. Jump, now!"

"Conn, Helm, aye," responded the helmsman as he activated the slipspace drive. The cruiser and it's task group jumped into slipspace and emerged at the pirate base just as the Federation interdiction field was coming up.

"Conn, Sensors. The pirates are not responding, sir. I think they're going to try and fight they're way out."

"Foolish of them. All ships, engage their escorts."

"Sir, torpedoes moving at grid square 463 local. One of their interdictors is dead in space, looks like the Wraith's work."

Brraskar indulged in a predatorial grin. "Comms, Conn. Contact the Federation vessels, request that the disabled interdictor be left to us."

"Aye."

Captain Brraskar reached over to the communications control panel next to his command chair with his left secondary arm and selected the task force frequency. "Okinawa, the disabled pirate vessels are all yours. You know what to do."

Commander Teller of the task force's Marine assault ship grinned and saluted. "Aye, sir."

[White Haven]

THIS is why Sixth ambassadors hold such an exalted rank, they don't have to phone home even on major decisions. The downside is that Admiral Alwin will be MOST displeased with them if their judgements are poor, but such is life. Adrians frowns at that, mulling it over..."What you say sounds agreeable...but only if you can provide aid in the construction of berthing and maintenance slips and such. For a ship of your size, that will take substantial time, manpower, resources, and technical expertise."

[Ace Pace]

"If you mean The Galactic, then you can rest assured, The Galactic can deal with minor repairs itself, what it will require is supply shipments and raw resources, however, for a share of the resulting ships, we will be willing to provide aid in constructing a new shipyard\berth.

Will that be acceptable?"

[White Haven]

"At least in principle, yes," Adrians answers, her brow furrowing for a moment. "I'd like to call in someone from the Quartermaster Corps to iron out the details, though. Something like this is bound to be a very complex project. Still, I believe we have an accord.

[Ace Pace]

"At least in principle, yes," Adrians answers, her brow furrowing for a moment. "I'd like to call in someone from the Quartermaster Corps to iron out the details, though. Something like this is bound to be a very complex project. Still, I believe we have an accord.

"So we're good, and the package of information? do you require it now?"
Petrach leaned forward and slide the data packet forward.
"Maps, and precious information"

"And we would be happy to work with your engineers, however, outside of very basic details we cannot stay and write up detailed plans, since we have a tight schedual"

"On that matter, would you have some spare cargo containers the size of a standerd human? We have uses for them."

[Shark Bait]

'Like wise. Now if you will follow me I will show you to your quarters. We have about a few days trip back."

I thank you for your hospitality but we do not wish to trouble you in any way if we are making life dificult for some standing crew by taking their room then by all means a simple storage locker will work fine for us we do not require sleep or even to sit down.

[Agent Fisher]

'Like wise. Now if you will follow me I will show you to your quarters. We have about a few days trip back."

I thank you for your hospitality but we do not wish to trouble you in any way if we are making life dificult for some standing crew by taking their room then by all means a simple storage locker will work fine for us we do not require sleep or even to sit down.

"Very well then. Follow me and we will go somewhere where we can talk."

The delegates walked down a hallway and walked into a confrence room.

"Now please Ambasador. Tell me about your people." Said Blakely.