STGOD 2k8 MkII Molochi Summit

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-07 07:13pm

The crystalline spires of Leviathan hung with the kilometers long banners of thousands of noble families. A-grav vehicles and small atmospheric transports darted all about, carefully following the laser buoys and GPS guided paths. The summit was beginning, a hundred billion people would flock to the planet, filling the mega-architecture with people, and the blackening the sky with ships. Everywhere the livery of the Molochi Aristocracy was on display, and in the under city a hundred thousand bonfires burned as the populace celebrated the month long holiday that marked the time from the announcement to official opening ceremonies. Half days of work and school, a million friends from the military home for both the security and to give much needed leave from the monotony of the post-Imperial patrols. The splendor of Moloch for all too see.

Within the palatial Spire of the "Baron" the first few guest from the surrounding smaller colonies enjoyed the food, finery, and dancing. Ambassadors from Saux Blackton, representatives of the Great Sky Cub, Loltons, telelts, the Poroni, the cyber-harnessed Gra, and the lean space travelers of the Harumabi bands. Some ignored each other, while others chit-chatted and fretted away the time. All around, the austere black armoured Technolegion moved, checking security points, inspecting baggage and gifts, and also enjoying the mood.

In a private lounge Allimen, Gustav, Shebe, Ted and Allianna sat fine drink in their hands.
"Sure is turning out nice, huh?" quipped Allimen.
"Well, the real guests arrive in the next few weeks." This was Gustav.
"This is exiting isn't it honey?" This was Allianna, who kissed Ted's cheek afterward. A small blush spread on his face. "You can take on anyone in combat, but I still make you go cheeks pink, huh?"
"Of course. Would I have married you otherwise?" This was Ted. "Lets just hope this is worth it. We really don't need the luxury goods we are giving away, but we could just as easily start another galactic war as we could do anything else."
"Whatever" replied Shebe, "If a war starts, we just have to make sure to be on the outside, then we just kill off the survivors we don't like and take charge. We can't leave the galaxy to the bunch of squabbling little factions that survived. We need a coalition of strong, stable, and loyal former Imperials. We need to rebuild the stability of humanity."

Space, across the galaxy

Thousands of couriers spread around, providing announcements for the Molochi Summit. Some were military craft, others nobles private vessels. All spread the word, come peacefully, enjoy the finery, and lets get down to talking about how the galaxy will look, over a decade after the Enclave and Empire drowned in each others ashes. The summit was beginning.

Ohma · Post by **Ohma** » 2008-06-10 01:06am

-Finders Keepers, subspace-

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>nearing destination: Leviathan, Molochi space
>disengaging traction fields
>grav-feilds operational
>phasing to normalspace
>check astrogation data
CHECKING
[----------]
>location confirmed: Leviathan, Molochi space
>scanning communications channels
>open channel found
>transmit
>Greetings! I am Finder’s Keepers. I am here on behalf of one Varan Kraidnick, owner of Kraidnick Ind. I humbly request that I be given an opportunity to inform the Moloch and other assembled governments of the services that Kraidnick Ind. can provide.

Lancer · Post by **Lancer** » 2008-06-11 12:13pm

-Task Force Farstrider, Leviathan, Molochi Space)
Three vessels emerged from hyperspace not far from where the outer bounds of Leviathans gravity well still acted as a natural interdiction field. At nearly two kilometers in length, the center vessel dwarfed the two that flanked it. All three broadcasted an Imperial IFF, identifying them as the LDW Clad in Flame, Gaius Darrion, and Maria Hood, and a query for docking assignments for the Summit was issued.

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-12 01:46pm

A thousand sensor contacts appeared around the Leviathan system. Some where huge Deathpact ships, others small fighters, all appearing as the ECM slowly subsided. A tightbeam transmission hailed the Dawn's Star vessels.

"Welcome to Moloch. We kindly request that your warships leave Molochi space, however if you need courier to the summit, we are happy to supply them. Failure to respect our boarders will result in your destruction. Otherwise, there is food, wine and woman to enjoy. It's a lot better than facing a few billion tons of Deathpact Navy don't you think?"

Tanasinn · Post by **Tanasinn** » 2008-06-12 02:14pm

Moloch
Leviathan System
HNS Hermes

The dagger-shaped ship left warp without fanfare, sensors tentatively reaching out to take in its surroundings. A compact vessel, the Hermes had little in the way of combat capability, which made sense: it, and others of its class, were diplomatic vessels: rarely sent outside of Union borders these days, but carefully-kept and painted with the national blue-on-white colors typical of non-combat naval craft.

After a moment, its bearings gained and its drives already warmed to jump again in the case of foul play at hand, the Hermes sent out a wide-band message, the vessel's captain speaking in a rich, booming voice.

"This is Humanist Union diplomatic vessel HNS-237; Hermes. We are responding to the announcement of the Molochi Summit, and carry a representative authorized to speak on behalf of the Humanist Union in any diplomatic proceedings. We will hold position until given move orders. Our coordinates follow."

Lancer · Post by **Lancer** » 2008-06-13 11:00am

Dark Hellion wrote:A thousand sensor contacts appeared around the Leviathan system. Some where huge Deathpact ships, others small fighters, all appearing as the ECM slowly subsided. A tightbeam transmission hailed the Dawn's Star vessels.

"Welcome to Moloch. We kindly request that your warships leave Molochi space, however if you need courier to the summit, we are happy to supply them. Failure to respect our boarders will result in your destruction. Otherwise, there is food, wine and woman to enjoy. It's a lot better than facing a few billion tons of Deathpact Navy don't you think?"

"We are here to see that our delegation of representatives arrive safely. Once they are launched, we will be happy to leave. So again, requesting docking assignments for our delegation."

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-13 01:40pm

In the orbital docks around Leviathan's Equatorial Ring numerous docking codes were sent out, guiding the ships to safe harbours. Awaiting the travelers on the ground was an honor guard of Technolegionairres, and a full servant staff of grav-drones, dispensing fresh juices, liquors, and numerous bits of finger food. A Molochi representative, in finery of their choosing, waited to escort them to the summit and their rooms.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2008-06-15 12:23am

Moloch

A small, neat man walked out of the crowds, appearing suddenly before the Molochi representative. There was no diplomatic fanfare, and his movements were efficient and quick but lacked any sense of urgency or undue respect. He adjusted his fussy little spectacles and handed the Molochi a card.

"Andre Tell, Representative and Auditor from the Council of the High Syndicates. Would you be kind enough to send my shuttle early? I can hardly take a step without bumping into a self-aware platter of pigs-in-blankets, and you'll forgive me if I don't have time to waste on whorish displays of over-wrought 'hospitality.'"

Ohma · Post by **Ohma** » 2008-06-15 01:21am

The Finder's Keepers sat nestled in an intricate lattice of equipment inside one of the orbital docking bays around Leviathan. It felt mildly violated by the new apparatus connecting it to the bay around it, though not nearly so much as it had while the port authorities had physically checked nearly every millimeter inside it. The brutes had even scanned its program! No matter, it had been allowed to dock, they would allow its drones into the public areas of the summit, it would be able to conduct its business.

Now if only it could ignore the itching sensation from where the men had replaced that faulty conduit...

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-17 05:01pm

Three men in the slimming black power-armour of the Molochi Military Security forces stepped out from the shadows around the crowded streets. Their helmets slid back as the stepped forward to intercept the Syndicalist representative. One grabbed a drink from a passing drone, another stopped a second to pick up a small chunk of marinated turkey. The empty handed one stepped out, grabbing the card from the slightly bewildered commoner.

"Hello, I'm Red, and this is Green and Blue. Ha-ha. Sorry, little joke. I'm Red Yalounder, this guy is Larril Blues, and she's Carla Greenwald. As you can tell the higher-ups don't have a very good sense of humor."

He let out a hollow laugh.

"If you could, please come with us. We will escort your to your embassy shuttle. And don't act all high and mighty. This is our planet, you are the guest. Personally, I like the "whorish displays." We are hoping that you'll accept our hospitality, we have fine rooms waiting, and even a little fusspot like you might be able to get laid tonight. So, now please follow us. We don't want enmity, but you Syndicalists have a bit of a reputation for being party-poopers. And we can't have that can we?"

The smile was relaxed and mirthful.

Lancer · Post by **Lancer** » 2008-06-17 11:33pm

The Dawns Star delegation could be recognized by the manner in which they stood apart from the crowd. They were garbed in scale mesh uniforms dominated by blood-red and gold, with rigid bracers and greaves, softer gloves and boots, and a ring-shaped collar around their necks that would no doubt mate with a helmet to seal the wearer from the environment. Each wore a belt lined with multiple pouches, many of which were as empty as the holsters at their right sides. Opposite each empty holster, ornate ceremonial swords were bound into their scabbards by a chain of yellow light.

At the head of the contingent was a tall woman with long blond hair tied back, and eyes which glowed with an inner radiance, like a pair of minature stars. She introduced herself as 'Lady-Colonel Aester Lux', and was heavily augmented as was made obvious by the not-so-faint golden aura that outlined her form. On her shoulder pauldrons, she bore the emblem of the Sol-Touched, one of the most elite of martial orders. She was escorted by a pair of hulking men best described as bipedal tanks, with ceremonial warglaives on their backs and the emblem of the Dawns Aegis on their chests, marking them as elite bodyguards for a high-ranking official. Looking around, she dismissed her retinue, letting them follow guides to their rooms or mingle about as they pleased, as she, and her bodyguards, strode forward to meet her assigned Molochi representative.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2008-06-18 01:21pm

Andre Tell neither moved nor reacted in the face of the exuberance exhibited by the Molochi troops.

When the verbal torrent ceased, Tell simply sighed and waggled his ring finger in the air, upon which a simple gold band gleamed monogamously.

"... Now that you're done making a fool of yourself, please, lead on."

Tanasinn · Post by **Tanasinn** » 2008-06-18 01:43pm

The two representatives from the Humanist Union, one male and one female, seemed almost out-of-place in the violently colorful crowds, unarmored Union Guard escort or not. These were agents deployed specifically by central, and as such, they weren't attached to the navy and lacked the uniforms that world mark them as such. Still, both representatives wore a plain, undorned black business suit as if they were in military uniform, and moved with the same sort of long, purposeful stride characteristic of military men and women in the Humanist Union.

It took only a glance at the four-person procession to see who was in charge. The woman led her male compatriot and looked around the crowds with a challenge in her sharp brown eyes, and despite her diminuative height, seemed to radiate command and confidence. This was Emi Sakamoto. Her counterpart was so different from her as to be almost comical to behold: tall and blonde-haired, were it not for his short beard, he'd have almost fit in with the Union Guard escorts. This was Jonathan O'Brien.

"Quite busy," Sakamoto spoke through her communications implant directly to O'Brien; connotations of exhasperation were present.

"To be certain, ma'am," O'Brien's response, also in machine-speak, came immediately.

Sakamoto gave O'Brien a sideways look, then spoke aloud, "I suppose we should mingle then, hmm?"

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-18 03:00pm

Mindi Drascoll bumped around through the crowd, her body set to allow 100% of the alcohol she was consuming. Another strong, sweet cocktail slammed back into her throat, the sickening sweetness of fruit juice drowning out the 120 proof liquor. Across the room, a tall blonde man caught her eye. Deciding she was a bit to drunk she pumped some chem and sobered up a bit, slowing alcohol processing to 15%. Still with a slight stagger she wandered across the room. He was a foreigner, no data beyond a name in the Molochi datasphere. Jonathan O'Brien. A strong name. And he looked very, very strong. Hopefully this was gonna be a fun night.

She slid in just as the started to mingle. "Hey! How are you? You're from the Union right? How are things down in the Southwest? Things have been pretty exciting round here for the past couple weeks, what with this whole summit and all."

Before the stunned man could even speak she reached out, grabbed a smokey flavored liquor and handed him the glass.

"Here, my brother swears by these. Have a drink and enjoy yourself. If you have some free time, you should give me a ping. My number is 191.111.9090.86. Give me a call. If you want you can come by my summer place. It's pretty nice, and better than the stuffy little ambassadorial sweet they give you. Especially the sleeping arrangements."

She gave him a small smile and walked away, a bit more sway in her finely sculpted ass.

Tanasinn · Post by **Tanasinn** » 2008-06-18 04:34pm

O'Brien stared after the woman with frank admiration; the honor guards, for their part, valiantly resisted, though Sakamoto noted with some amusement as one gave a barely-perceptible nod to the other, the sort of expression that spoke volumes among the rigidly disciplined ranks of the Union Guard.

"Seems like you're popular right off the bat," she said, not unkindly.

O'Brien, for his part, give the glass in his hand a quick sniff, then drew off a mouthful, "If anything, these Royalists know how to drink."

Sakamoto snorted, reaching out a thin, pale hand to snatch a glass of her own. Swallowing a mouthful, she found that she had to concur with her junior diplomat, though she didn't say it.

O'Brien was looking out on crowd again, still sipping his drink, "Think I'll take her up on that offer."

Sakamoto gave O'Brien a look of faux-exhasperation, made slightly more comical by their difference in height, "Just try not to give away any state secrets, John," her voice carried false seriousness.

Jonathan tipped his glass by way of ackowledgement, "Of course, ma'am, I'm a loyal man of the Union," his tone was no more serious than his counterpart's.

Ohma · Post by **Ohma** » 2008-06-19 01:38am

-Public concourse C, Molochi Summit-

If it wasn't the representatives it was those good for nothing, high and mighty Technolegion drones! Honestly! One would think they ran their government by the way they threw their weight around! HMPH!

Finder's Keepers realized it had let the holofields around its drone falter. All this stress was beginning to get to it, why couldn't they just leave it alone if they didn't believe it about Kraidnick and Prometheus?

-Proof of Concept, outside Prometheus station, deep space-

"Kraidnick, this is a terrible idea!" One of Wildstar's drones fluttered in front of Varan.

"Well sorry, but I'm tired of sitting around, waiting to hear back from Keepers."

Roy and Light's drones exchanged a silent joke. Varan stepped through the entryway to the bridge."Astro, you finished checking the Proof's systems?"

Astro's drone dutifully hovered beside Varan. "Yes, everything shows green, the Proof of Concept should be ready for launch."

Varan settled into the plush command chair, rocking back and forth on its grav field. "Great. You guys take care of the Prometheus while we're gone okay?" The four drones moved to each of the bridge's control sections, followed shortly after by a few of the men and women who had been aboard the shuttle.

Roy's drone pivoted back from the weapons station. "Don' worry Krai, our doubles can take care a' you guys here too."

"Oh, you're sending these drones with us?" Varan's smile faded slightly. "Great."

The massive form of the recommissioned Imperial frigate Proof of Concept flickered for a moment before disappearing into hyperspace.

Darkevilme · Post by **Darkevilme** » 2008-06-20 10:06am

Legion could have been described by many words. One that is becoming increasingly fitting is this one, unsubtle. Not one but two of their collossal Choir-ships making their way towards Leviathan in the territory of Moloch. As before Legion demonstrates their peaceful intent by being armed to the teeth and then some. But they have learned, the spheres dropping from superlight with a flicker in the outer system and then holding position as one of their singers is chosen to speak for Legion to the unenlightened.

“I am Legion for we are many, your conference seeks to establish the future of humanity. Legion has come to share it, we have brought the song. Legion requests passage for a Choir to join you, transportation for two million will be required. This Choir will stay to protect the ship of the one to walk amongst you.”

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-20 05:59pm

A tight-beam message sent out towards the Choir Ships.

"We are sorry to say, but two million is slightly too many people. We can support several thousand delegates if you wish. We haven't heard about your faction, but so many have arisen in the years since the Empires fall. Please come peacefully, or we will politely atomize you. Thank you so much for your cooperation, Molochi control."

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2008-06-20 06:11pm

The three security troopers fell behind Mr. Tell as he proceeded towards the private ringside docks reserved for diplomats. They chattered lightly with or more appropriately, towards him as they went.

"You know, we could send some advisers down south to you guys. Perhaps, after years of training we could finally produce a diplomat with a sense of humor."

Green cut in, "personally, I find the 'stick-up the ass' personality a bit cute."

Blue was last to talk, cutting in before the grimacing Tell could get in a word. "You're normally the one inserting the stick though. I don't think they go for that down south."

With that they stepped into the grav platform that would take them to the dock in under a minute.

Spyder · Post by **Spyder** » 2008-06-20 06:50pm

Molochi Summit

Unceremoneously, a man with two days stubble entered the area where the delegates. His hair was short and hasilly combed and he was wearing jeans and a brown coat, the greatest of closest-to-the-bed-that-morning fashion.

"Oh hey," he says to the nearest swaying finely sculpted arse that came near. He hands her a piece of paper with the details of his invitation.

"Ah, the Academy. That's funny, I don't recall your ship coming in."

"Took the bus," he said "where do we start?" he followed in the same breath, apparently he was one for getting to the point.

Darkevilme · Post by **Darkevilme** » 2008-06-20 07:00pm

Too many. A full song cannot be sung with so few. Perhaps at a later date then. How many can bear to be seperated and so lonesome. Enough

A return signal comes back after a few seconds for Legion to decide
“An uncomfortable compromise but acceptable. Nineteen thousand shall split from the Choir to walk amongst you, the greater part of that Choir and our own will remain here.”

Already eight parasite craft are being loaded. Unarmed craft with smooth hulls shaped almost like zeppelins soon setting forth from the two spherical Choir-ships and heading towards Leviathan. Legion learns quickly, these ships were only designed and built in the last week or so.

Lancer · Post by **Lancer** » 2008-06-20 07:40pm

Lady-Colonel Lux noticed the arrival of a man flanked by three security guards, and easily read though the strained air joviality they had put up. It contrasted sharply with the indifference the armored Technolegionnaires displayed towards the rest of the delegates. She indicated the quartet to her guide. "Please, tell me of that one. Your guards treat him as an extreme threat, though he is unarmed and among the least-augmented of all those present."

Ohma · Post by **Ohma** » 2008-06-21 01:43pm

outer Leviathan system, Moloch

The Proof of Concept came to a screeching halt back to normal space. The bright rift closing swiftly behind it.

Varan Karidnick relaxed in the command seat, occasionally sipping from the bulb in his hand. "This is the Proof of concept, Varan Karidnick speaking. I've come to represent my company in person, and request that I, my crew, and my ship be allowed to dock.

We will submit to any searches you deem necessary. Kraidnick Industries has nothing to hide. In fact, I would like to invite anyone interested on a tour of the Proof of Concept to show just what we've accomplished."

He swiveled back to face Light's drone. "There, how'd that sound."

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2008-06-23 02:28am

Lancer wrote:Lady-Colonel Lux noticed the arrival of a man flanked by three security guards, and easily read though the strained air joviality they had put up. It contrasted sharply with the indifference the armored Technolegionnaires displayed towards the rest of the delegates. She indicated the quartet to her guide. "Please, tell me of that one. Your guards treat him as an extreme threat, though he is unarmed and among the least-augmented of all those present."

A very beautiful woman in an elegant red dress and white drape, holding a slender glass of something exotic and intoxicating practically interrupted the Molochi's stammered answer, inserting herself in the conversation effortlessly.

"Oh, that's just Andre. He's a Syndicalist, you know- to the Molochis, we're practically the boogeyman." Her laugh was musical. "Of course, he couldn't hurt a fly. He'd mess up his suit."

She extended a hand in silk gloves. The Lady-Colonel was surprised by her strong grip, and turned a soldier's eye to the woman before her. She was tall and very fit, everywhere whipcord muscle and smooth flesh. Her eyes and features were soft, and she had a small, faintly bemused smile.

"I'm Helen Take."

Lancer · Post by **Lancer** » 2008-06-23 01:04pm

Thirdfain wrote:A very beautiful woman in an elegant red dress and white drape, holding a slender glass of something exotic and intoxicating practically interrupted the Molochi's stammered answer, inserting herself in the conversation effortlessly.

"Oh, that's just Andre. He's a Syndicalist, you know- to the Molochis, we're practically the boogeyman." Her laugh was musical. "Of course, he couldn't hurt a fly. He'd mess up his suit."

She extended a hand in silk gloves. The Lady-Colonel was surprised by her strong grip, and turned a soldier's eye to the woman before her. She was tall and very fit, everywhere whipcord muscle and smooth flesh. Her eyes and features were soft, and she had a small, faintly bemused smile.

"I'm Helen Take."

Nonplussed, Lady-Colonel Lux nodded, content with the passive visual and thermal feeds that, among many other things, her illuminated golden eyes could read.

"Lady-Colonel Aester Lux of the Dawns Star Empire. Syndicalist? I've not heard the term before, but my people have been isolated from the affairs of the galaxy for far too long."

As she spoke, she reached out and plucked a flute of some beverage toppe from a nearby tray, holding it gently in her armored hands.

"Tell me, why do you represent such a...moral...threat to these Molochi?"