STGOD: DAS: Coalition of Nations

SirNitram · Post by **SirNitram** » 2007-06-19 11:50pm

Sol System, unencrypted signal to all FTL receivers.

We are the Wanderers. We wish to know the reason our unarmed observation group, instructed to watch the gathering of nations, has been detained. The memory-burst indicated no threatening actions on their part towards the assembly or those around them. Passive observation for dissemination to the general populace was being conducted within the region they were in. We request to know why our observers were detained and no others were. Coordinates for reply follow.

The burst of psionic data came from the depths of space, rarely visited by most. If they were Hungarian nationals, they found an awfully big radio transmittor out in the middle of no-where.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-19 11:54pm

"Your observers arrived without any sort of greeting or registration, approaching a highly important meeting without any sort of preamble or transmission of their intent, ignoring the following Earth traffic control transmissions <<LIST FOLLOWS>> They refused to identify themselves or in any way discuss their purposes there, and acted in a way entirely unbefitting a diplomatic or observational party. We would be pleased to return them from custody, but can offer no apologies for our rightful police action, undertaken to protect both the lives of our own people and the lives of those visiting our world and territory."

InnocentBystander · Post by **InnocentBystander** » 2007-06-20 01:24am

Sol - Between Earth and the Moon
Martelo Rapido

The universe compressed as the cruiser Martelo Rapido shifted briefly to the super-luminal. The distance between Earth orbit and the moon was considered a short range tactical manuver, though the time seemed like an eternity. Powered shields? Check, Tractor Capacitors? Charged, whomever this guy was, he sure as hell wouldn't be getting away from the Martelo Rapido.

Just as the universe was beginning to expand back into its normal shape a broad band communication was recieved by the unregistered ship:

Beowulf wrote: The distinctively dual-hulled ship responded: "This is Government Ship Spring Blossom. We request a honor guard for the representative of the Son of the Sun."

You could also feel the collective sigh of relief.

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MESSAGE
NIP Martelo Rapido Responding on behalf of the Portuguese Empire. All ships entering the Sol System are expected to announce their presence upon arrival at the edge of the system. Please lower any deflector shields, sensor obfuscators or faster than light motivators while we scan your ship for contraband before processing. Transmitting Earth approach vector, please follow us.

OOC: Assuming you aren't trying to hide anything, and you have no absurdly illegal sbustances or weapons of mass planetary destruction...

The Spring Blossom was escorted to a Polish space station, before delegates from the Son of the Sun were transported down to the planet.

The diplomatic conference happening at Sant Tomas Port was now in full swing. The Portuguese diplomat was making his way around the crowd, discussing interstellar trade laws and their impact on commerce. Portugal was a major comerical empire and trade was always a hot topic for them. Strong supporters of the Coalition of Nations, Porugal was always interested in improving the Merchante's guild ability to trade and make money. With half the key points of the Coaliition agreement involving anti-piracy efforts and free trade there was little doubt that Portugal would be one of the first states to sign up.

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2007-06-20 02:35am

Another message burst forth from the single small courier vessel hanging just outside the system

There is still confusion, still chaos, disorder, biologicals with petty squabbles run amok. We tire of this confusion, We wish to meet, We have made Our requests, fulfilled Our duties, and We have been ignored. We have unlimited patience, when We desire, but you seem intent to test Our restraint. Perhaps the Poles are unable to control this coalition. Perhaps they lack strength, which is why Our offer still stands. We can bring Our fleet, We can make those who would cause disorder to return to reason, or We can accelerate them upon their path of entropy, by turning them into expanding vapor. We approach now, We tire of waiting, We tire of confusion, We tire of biological disarray. We wish to discuss, We wish to engage in this "politics" you biologicals insist upon. We come, give Us Our landing coordinates, give Us Our approach, for We come. If you wish for Us to wait, address Us, give Us reason, and We shall wait. We can Wait for reason, We will not wait for the madness that has ensued. We approach, fire upon Us, and face obliteration, allow Us to pass, and We shall embrace your hospitality.

Spyder · Post by **Spyder** » 2007-06-20 03:36am

Katowica Station

The small vessel had docked. The thought had occured to them that no one had seen or heard from anyone within Starborn space for quite some time. For a while now, these were a people that seemed quite content to keep to themselves. No one even knew what they looked like.

The hatch opened and the Polish officers prepared to great the new arrivals.

First there was the sound of footsteps against the cold treadplate, then a single individual entered the room. Highly polished black shoes, taylored black shirt, blue tie with thin gold diagonal stripes, short dark red hair slicked back. There weren't expecting a human.

"Hello Anton," he gazed directly at the Polish minister of state and raised an eyebrow, "small universe isn't it?"

"...Patrick?"

He recognised him instantly, Patrick Eizer, an engineer that was involved in various projects all over Earth before leaving on a deep space assignment for a Canadian energy company, and an old friend.

Hawkwings · Post by **Hawkwings** » 2007-06-20 03:37am

Dark Hellion wrote:There is still confusion, still chaos, disorder, biologicals with petty squabbles run amok. We tire of this confusion, We wish to meet, We have made Our requests, fulfilled Our duties, and We have been ignored. We have unlimited patience, when We desire, but you seem intent to test Our restraint. Perhaps the Poles are unable to control this coalition. Perhaps they lack strength, which is why Our offer still stands. We can bring Our fleet, We can make those who would cause disorder to return to reason, or We can accelerate them upon their path of entropy, by turning them into expanding vapor. We approach now, We tire of waiting, We tire of confusion, We tire of biological disarray. We wish to discuss, We wish to engage in this "politics" you biologicals insist upon. We come, give Us Our landing coordinates, give Us Our approach, for We come. If you wish for Us to wait, address Us, give Us reason, and We shall wait. We can Wait for reason, We will not wait for the madness that has ensued. We approach, fire upon Us, and face obliteration, allow Us to pass, and We shall embrace your hospitality.

USS Redtail wrote:Welcome to the Sol system. Your ship has been tagged as a diplomatic envoy and is clear to proceed to Earth on the following course. United States vessels will escort you in, please do not deviate from your assigned course.

A few short minutes later, a trio of US destroyers approached the courier. The captain on the Redtail sent another transmission.

USS Redtail wrote:May I inquire as to the government that you are representing, and a manner in which you may be addressed?

-----Elsewhere-----

consequences wrote:"Howdy y'all, hope we aren't too late for the hor-doevres. Carryin a diplomatic party out of Burgundy, and we'd appreciate the hell out of an arrival vector."

USS Shrike wrote:Apologies for keeping you waiting. Welcome to the Sol system. You have been flagged as a diplomatic envoy, and assigned a course to Earth. United States vessels will escort you to Earth, do not deviate from your assigned flight plan. Unfortunately, the hor-doevres are all gone, but the banquet afterwards is sure to be spectacular. Please enjoy your stay in Sol.

The now-familiar trio of destroyers settled into escort formation around the old freighter.

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2007-06-20 03:56am

Following the beacons with almost worrying precision, the courier approaches Earth. A tighbeam signal relays into the United States communications grid

Forgive us, We do not truly have a name. Names are unnecessary, Purpose is important. We are heralds... We herald The Future... We herald the Xylyx. We stand for The Future, for Meaning, for Purpose. We wish progress upon the galaxy, through peace or through strife. The building of monuments, and the genocide of worlds, both to bring about the End Days in the far distant Future, when our empire spans not paltry systems, but entire universes. We see from your public databases that you of the United States embrace progress too. We can work together. Build with Us an Empire, and join us in Glory. The Future will be wonderful, the Final Days bliss. A trillion years hence, the Xylyx will remember us. What more can any species wish for, than to be remembered by the gods themselves? We will achieve this. Nothing will stop Us. Purpose is all, Meaning is all. Purpose will be Ours, Meaning will be Ours. We come to discuss this. We come to show you Purpose, We come to show you Meaning. We come to give you relevance. Can you hope for more?

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 04:02am

Spyder wrote: "...Patrick?"

He recognised him instantly, Patrick Eizer, an engineer that was involved in various projects all over Earth before leaving on a deep space assignment for a Canadian energy company, and an old friend.

"Patrick Eizer? My god, man- what are you doing here?"

Brigadier Petrapalow looked on incredulously. "You know this man?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "Know him? Patrick was an exchange student at the University of Gdansk my third year. He was at my wedding!" Anton looked Eizer over, extended a hand for half a second, then pulled the other man in for a brief embrace with a kiss on each cheek, as was traditional among friends in the Republic. "What are you doing here?"

Spyder · Post by **Spyder** » 2007-06-20 05:19am

Thirdfain wrote:
"Patrick Eizer? My god, man- what are you doing here?"

Brigadier Petrapalow looked on incredulously. "You know this man?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "Know him? Patrick was an exchange student at the University of Gdansk my third year. He was at my wedding!" Anton looked Eizer over, extended a hand for half a second, then pulled the other man in for a brief embrace with a kiss on each cheek, as was traditional among friends in the Republic. "What are you doing here?"

Patrick smiled, his life on Earth was a long way behind him, it felt good to be able to touch it again.

"Haha, I've been asking that of myself a lot lately. Today it would seem I am a diplomat.
It's good to see you again old friend, it's been so many years I was almost thought I was never coming back." Patrick caught a glimpse of the beautiful blue Earth below through one of the station's viewports.

"I have so much to tell I don't know where to begin, you wouldn't believe the things I've seen." Patrick looked over Anton "And look at you, Anton Warshawski; Minister of State. I knew you'd do it."

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2007-06-20 06:10am

Sol
Mars

A Talon class frigate slid out of Mars orbit and headed for Earth. It signaled to Traffic Control its course and attention and slid into high orbit after confirmation with the proper protocols. A launch was detached and descended towards the Sant Tomas spaceport.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2007-06-20 06:45am

Earth, Summer Palace

"This desaster was completely unncecessary," The Daughter of Heavens commented with a scathing voice to General Nagamoto, the head of her secret police. Her view gazed out over the Kunming Lake. "It would have been better," she further commented after taking a sip from her cup of tea, "if the late captain had been detained and not shot. Public executions would have proven more efficient and shown our determination. Remind me, why wasn't she sacked before?"
"She was very well connected within the higher levels of bureaucracy and good friend with Governor Tien," the small General answered. Standing just about one and a half meter in height, he was not very imposing, physically. His job made up for it, though. "She simply wasn't a nuisance enough, so she was put on duty here."
"Well, I don't want anything like this to happen any time soon. See to it that her friends...disappear. Or accidents. Your choice, you're always so creative. And it gives a good reason to have Governor Tien gone. He was getting bothersome as is."
"As you wish, Imperial Majesty."
"Still," she observed, "we should be doing something to show our deepest regrets about this incident. I think, I will invite the Kiroter'nah ambassador to a personal, private meeting to personally express my sympathy. I hope it will smooth this over."

***

Hours later, Duke Ruzhkov handed over a delicate piece of crys-paper to the Kiroter'nah ambassador, containing an invitation of the Kiroter'nah delegation to the Imperial Summer Palace.

Starglider · Post by **Starglider** » 2007-06-20 11:36am

"We will not sup at the table of those murderers! I doubt we will even make it to the table. We will be dragged off, interrogated and dissected within minutes of entering their den! Do you want to spend the rest of your life, not that it will be a long one, in one of their unuk-pits?"

Cahaan'nol watched the co-ordinator's snarling face twitching. It was a symptom of strong emotion disrupting his neural-shell interface, rather than the sort of nervous tick a fully organic race would have, but the implications were similar. His superior had not reacted well to their precarious situation and was showing increasing signs of instability.

"Serenaas, be reasonable. They can hardly claim insanity on the part of their own over-leader and sacrafice her to quell complaints can they? Besides, I still believe that this was not intentional. If their true intent was to capture the ship they would have shown far more subtly and preparation. We certainly would."

"So they are cunning only in their lies! Don't you see? We will never enter the presence of their 'empress'. There will be an 'unfortunate accident' in a travel-tube, a 'regrettable incident' with their palace guard and that will be that. I am sure they will be apologetic and polite and ever so willing to make amends in some superficial way. The other humans will go through the motions of disapproval and then ignore it. We will be dead, their scientists will have more of our precious secrets and this 'empress' will be silently laughing behind her apologies. Don't you see, this is how they operate! They clearly hate us, like they hate everything different from themselves. They seek only to tear us apart, in the most underhanded way possible!"

His models have deviated from any plausible rationale. because he is refusing to reason behaving like a frightened pup

"Serenaas! You are sounding like a Xenophobe. Refresh your mind state and realign it with the evidence. We are in a vital position here and our whole people is relying on you to make the best impression possible."

The two older Kiroter'nah glared unblinkingly at each other for a long moment. Junior grade xeno specialist Tara'shaani broke the silence.

"Please, we cannot afford this squabbling. We must have a reply to the Hegemony and I do not believe continuing to boycott this 'coalition' is wise. We must let our voice be heard."

TGA-network-interlink : incoming strategic transmission : decryption in progress. Tara'shaani seemed to stare into space for a moment.

Serenaas glowered, claws curling. "I will not subject us to the risk of an unescorted journey into Hegemony territory. No sane being can blame us for that after their actions. Send a reply that we would prefer to meet on neutral territory. Copy it to the Polish liaison office, they seem to be the faction best as keeping the others in line."

Tara'shaani's attention returned to her surroundings. "They're sending the Destiny Star. They are due to rendezvous with the Elucidate in... ah... 6.48 Terran days and proceed into the system."

"The Destiny Star? They can't be serious. Unless they've made a lot of progress we haven't heard about, its systems are still a mess." Cahaan'nol looked shocked. "More importantly, we seem to have a fair degree of sympathy from the other delegations right now. Sending the very symbol of supremacist intent into the heart of the human territory..."

"Sympathy alone does nothing but make us look like easy prey. A show of strength at this point is quite rational. Besides, our objections would hardly overturn the strategic leaderflock's decisions would they? You know only the highest authority could authorise the Destiny Star's deployment."

"Tara'shaani, append a note to the Polish requesting permission for two vessels to enter the system, our damaged original transport and a fresh vessel. Request all the proper clearances and a non-Hegemony escort. Get a signal to the Destiny Star reminding them that this is an explosive situation and the humans, it seems, startle at the slightest things." or go insane on a whim or attack defenceless chiro terah for fun "I don't care how arrogant they are feeling, they are to request permission for every action three times over. But keep their defences hot and their guns ready. Not that the supremacists need to be told that I suppose."

"Oh and see if you can convince our TGA hosts to spare one of their 'Wolf' patrol ships for escort duty. That should further dissuade the other Terrans from trying anything, if the Destiny Star's distorters aren't enough incentive. We will postpone any meeting with the 'heavenly' kar-zekels until the Destiny Star has arrived."

"And the Coalition?"

"Cahaan'nol will address them, since he remains so optimistic about these humaans."

Serenaas stalked out of the meeting area towards what passed for a nest space in their TGA-supplied accommodation. Cahaan'nol and Tara'shaani exchanged a knowing look before departing to begin working on their assigned tasks.

Hawkwings · Post by **Hawkwings** » 2007-06-20 11:56am

Dark Hellion wrote:Forgive us, We do not truly have a name. Names are unnecessary, Purpose is important. We are heralds... We herald The Future... We herald the Xylyx. We stand for The Future, for Meaning, for Purpose. We wish progress upon the galaxy, through peace or through strife. The building of monuments, and the genocide of worlds, both to bring about the End Days in the far distant Future, when our empire spans not paltry systems, but entire universes. We see from your public databases that you of the United States embrace progress too. We can work together. Build with Us an Empire, and join us in Glory. The Future will be wonderful, the Final Days bliss. A trillion years hence, the Xylyx will remember us. What more can any species wish for, than to be remembered by the gods themselves? We will achieve this. Nothing will stop Us. Purpose is all, Meaning is all. Purpose will be Ours, Meaning will be Ours. We come to discuss this. We come to show you Purpose, We come to show you Meaning. We come to give you relevance. Can you hope for more?

USS Redtail wrote:Your ship has been cleared to dock at the Katowica Space Elevator. Please follow the course provided by Katowica control. The conference has already started, but they are still welcoming diplomats. In addition, I have been authorized to extend to you an invitation to visit the United States and speak with our leaders. If you accept, please notify me; my ship will be your transport to the surface.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 12:03pm

Imperial Overlord wrote:Sol
Mars

A Talon class frigate slid out of Mars orbit and headed for Earth. It signaled to Traffic Control its course and attention and slid into high orbit after confirmation with the proper protocols. A launch was detached and descended towards the Sant Tomas spaceport.

At Sant Tomas, a party of Republic Presidential Security agents, along with a handful of military officers, were waiting. The Logosian delegation was of the utmost importance.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2007-06-20 12:04pm

Earth, Bejing, Summer Palace

The Daughter of Heavens sighed a very exasperated sigh. "Duong needs to shoot one of the most touchy and paranoid species in the known universe it seems." She pointed at the print-out of the report from Duke Ruzhkov. "But still, he says it is just a limited number of people in their group that react that way. Maybe the others can still see reason. Tell the Duke to rephrase. They are still invited, but to appease any ill feelings, they can bring anyone of their choosing as observers, I hope it is acceptable to them."

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2007-06-20 01:38pm

The Herald courier pulls up and docks wordlessly, again with almost frightening precision. Once docked, a message shifts through the space elevators communications systems towards the United States com. arrays. A definite change of tone is noted, although the voice speaking is exactly the same.

Sorry for the somewhat heavy-handed approach that Central Intelligence took. It can be... intense... about The Purpose. We wish what any other civilization wishes, to flourish, to grow, and to see our enemies burn. We would be delighted to join you after the conference. I am the Emissary, you may reach me at all times upon the encoded frequencies. If you wish to chat at any time, I am here. Let us hope that this conference goes more smoothly from now on. That is all, please have a wonderful day.

The courier's hatch opens, and four massive metal objects unfold from the holding bay inside, followed by a fifth object that dwarfs them all. The first two metallic creatures quickly fan out into defense positions just outside the courier. Five meters long, they hunch feral and intimidating. Thin arms and legs ending in slender claws sprawl out, static electricity arching between the fingers. Four, for lack of better words, eyes sweep all directions, scanning for danger. Seeming to sense none, the next two creatures move out. Again five meters long, these are hunched under what appear to be heavy metallic robes. Despite this hunch they stand nearly four meters tall, and shuffle into position with the previous monstrosities, forming a box with their bodies. Into this box, the final creature steps. Hunched, bent almost double, it is covered in the same type of metallic robing and the later creatures, although its limbs are far longer, thinner, and somehow more menacing. Despite being nearly doubled over, it still stands half a meter taller than the larger creatures, yet exudes the same feral posturing of the smaller, sleeker beasts. Its hooded head swings from side to side, again scanning the elevator, and then a directional request being relayed and received, proceeds to the conference room, where it will meet.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2007-06-20 01:54pm

Sol
Terra
Polish Republic
Sant Tomas Spaceport

Four plain clothes security officers escorted three arcanists out of the launch. Two of them openly wore an arcanist's robes, the third did not. She was not a young woman, although her true age was not apparent. She wore a long jacket over a shirt and pants along with tall boots. Her eyes were metallic synthetics, her skin had the too perfect look of vat grown tissue replacements, and her was space black synthetic shot through with silver threads. Her expression was not one of joy.

"Are you boys and girls the reason the First Councilor saw fit to have me dragged out of a perfectly comfortable bed at an obscene hour?" she groused.

The Centrality security people were clearly scandalized by her tone. One of the other arcanists stepped forward. "Doctor Carlson is the foremost authority on the interactions between Gnostic Arcana and psychic phenomena. Diplomatic relations are not her forte. I am Stephan Hardzik. Please accept my apologies. We are here to render assistance to your government."

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2007-06-20 02:30pm

As the ascending League representatives reach orbit, they file back into the transport craft, which promptly begins moving within a few seconds of the door closing. The movement isn't even in line with the axis of the ship's engines themselves, but the engines cut in for a few seconds anyway, spraying thruster-wash across t he docking platform as the craft accelerates out-system.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 03:52pm

Sant Tomas Spaceport

A tall and emaciated gentleman in slightly rumplled formalwear with a Republic Intelligence lapel pin shook the hands of the Logosians. "Iosef Miolisz. I'm the director of Republic Intelligence. This is Jan DuBois, head of our paranormal crimes and countermeasures department." A stocky man in uniform nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet the doctor Carlson." His Polish carried a thick French accent. "I just wanted to say that I found your dissertation on the usages of psonar for the tracking of metaphysical events to be genius." The Doctor looked annoyed.
"I'm not here to recieve a book review, DuBois. Couldd you make yourself useful and fill me in on the events so far?"
The Pole recovered quickly. "Ah, as you are no doubt aware, the Republic faces a constant paranormal threat, largely from so-called Miracle Workers in the employ of the various Orthodox factions. We've assembled a decent counter-operations department, but I must admit our equipment is crude at best. The individuals captured in the Concourse are all very powerful telepaths of unknown origin- the called themselves "Wanderers," but what that precisely entails is completely unknown to us at this time. "

He handed over a flimsy.

"Here are our interrogation transcripts and equipment readings. They've been engaged in almost constant long-distance communication, and they refuse to answer any questions. For diplomatic reasons, we've stuck to light questioning only."

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 04:20pm

Alarms rang across Katowica Station. Again. "God danmit, what is it this time?" mumbled the duty officer, crossing himself again, worried that he'd taken the Lord's name in vain one too many times that stressful day.

Fires on Deck 2. There'd been fuel lines out, for thee ships moored at F/23 and F/25, and D/24. And a ship had just burned it's primary maneuvering engines at F/24.

"Fueling Team 6, Please report in? Your last comm was cut short..."

"We've got nothing, sir..."

"I WANT that SHIP! Broadcast a STERN warning, bring up a targetting pulse on them, and alert Fleet HQ."

-::FLASH FLASH LV-01 PRIORITY ONE::-
-::LEAGUE VESSEL CUT ENGINES AND REACTORS NOW AND STAND STILL OR BY GOD WE WILL BLOW YOU OUT OF THE STARS. YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF SEVENTEEN TRANSIT REGULATIONS. AND YOU MAY HAVE JUST KILLED TEN MEN. REPEAT, HEAVE TOO AT ONCE::-
-::MESSAGE ENDS::-

The OPR Sep was on-station with the rest of the Fleet's battleship, cruiser, and interdictor force- at Katowica station. Her interdictor came on line instantly thanks to the Polish earth strategic defense system, which co-ordinated vessels on near-Earth defense. Rapid reaction times for co-ordination between Fleet and Defense assets was necessary in an environment where entire national nuclear aresenals were only minutes or even seconds away from one's population centers.

A fleet cruiser unit moved into a blocking position, along with a swarm of fighters. The guns of a battleship on close mooring locked on in coordination with Katowica's command.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2007-06-20 04:34pm

The door in the side of the transport opensonce again, and a body is tossed out into space. This isn't nearly as detrimental to the individual in question as it would have been for most people, of course, but he's still quite apparently unhappy about the situation. Lightning writhes silently between him and the ship, slithering across the psychic shielding drawn around its relatively fragile construction. The figure is sent spinning wildly in place for a few seconds by an unseen force, until he's able to right himself, and the ship continues onwards for a short distance. At the stern demands of the orbitting fleet, it cuts acceleration, then starts again, jerks to one side, then yanks backwards before arriving at a more-or-less stable position. A response radiates outwards, a middle-aged woman speaking, "Bother...sorry about that. I can't be troubled keeping him in line. Would you mind looking after him until I can have an Exile unit pick him up?"

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 04:36pm

-::FLASH FLASH LV-01 PRIORITY ONE::-
-::REPEAT LEAGUE VESSEL CUT ENGINES AND REACTOR CEASE ALL POWERED FLIGHT OR I WILL BLOW YOU OUT OF THE SKY::-
-::MESSAGE ENDS::-

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2007-06-20 04:38pm

Sant Tomas Spaceport

"I'm familiar with your local brand of religious lunatics," said Carlson. "The real miracle is how they manage to avoid spontaneously combusting before they are able to be a threat to anyone else." She began flipping through the transcripts, reading at inhuman speed.

"Not your run of the mill, frail minded spoon benders," she said. "Hmm. You have a very interesting case here."

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2007-06-20 04:40pm

Imperial Overlord wrote:Sant Tomas Spaceport

"I'm familiar with your local brand of religious lunatics," said Carlson. "The real miracle is how they manage to avoid spontaneously combusting before they are able to be a threat to anyone else." She began flipping through the transcripts, reading at inhuman speed.

"Not your run of the mill, frail minded spoon benders," she said. "Hmm. You have a very interesting case here."

"I can take you to meet them."

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2007-06-20 05:17pm

"We already have, you bloody idiots. Now, are you quite finished having a conniption?"

Meanwhile, the extravehicular former crewmember has made two more attempts to get back aboard, both of them repulsed by shielding and powerful telekinetic slaps.