"Most excellen-" Terl began, before looking about him. Green light filled the hallways. "That's the... that's the decompression alert." After a tense pause, he continued "Doubt this section is suffering anything of the like. We should be fine. And thank DC-78 for the assistance for me."
"I'm Pell, a researcher of the BEA, here because I want to get out and away from this star system. I believe I can pay for my ticket - and then some - with these." he said, slightly raising a folder filled to the brim with papers. "Documentation on our homeworld of Sahran. Historical records, census reports, biology papers. Et cetera et cetera, that kind of stuff. All I ask is my transport out of here and the production of a ship of... well, a ship of my specifications, provided I can pay for it with whatever worth is left over, as I doubt interstellar transport costs much if you can travel this expediently. Really, I just want to see some sights that you just can't see confined to one solar gravity well."
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 18, 2014 9:47:32 GMT -6
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Celae scientists begin research into carbon based life forms, starting with their simplest type: a single-celled organism. They carefully examine it, both disgusted and intrigued by its strange systems.
"Srange. Shouldn't there be safeguards in place in case someone does not properly use an airlock, or do you think someone did it intentionally?" asked KT-11. She opened a channel with DC-78, informing him that Terl had thanked him. "I have also thanked DC-78 at your request."
"The information you have to offer would cover your travel expenses, with profit. A ship could be cheaply refit to support an organic. I will need to finish instructing the other Cphea on how to operate the technology we are giving them, then I will be able to take you with us. I hope the atmosphere in this ship will be sufficient for your needs," said DC-78.
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 18, 2014 11:39:19 GMT -6
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The CWVO Klnata, a patrol boat, detects the subspace signal that the Cphea sent out. It is a few light years from the source. It holds its position and contacts the Order, requesting that they send reinforcements to its coordinates in case they've found more carbonforms.
"There are. Something must've exploded, or perhaps a meteoroid penetrated the hull. Damage control is probably already on it, anyways; I should probably be going, as well. I believe any further matters can be communicated through the embassy. Farewell." --- "He didn't sign out of the observatory before the breach?!" "No, sorry sir. I'm afraid he's... probably gone." --- "Good enough for me. The atmosphere seems breathable; I can live," stated Pell, followed by "Besides, I've got a pack of provisions and what-not." After several moments of silence, he asked "What is your home-world like?"
"Goodbye, Terl," said KT-11. She returned to her ship, and burned into the orbit of the ice moon.
"I do not believe it would be healthy for an organic to spend extended periods of time on our homeworld. It's atmosphere is breathable, but due to heavy industrialization there are toxic compounds in the atmosphere. In addition, the background radiation is much higher than should be safe for an organic due to use of nuclear weapons. However, other planets in our home system are healthier," answered DC-78.
The Negotiator-class burned into the ice moon's orbit. A crew of EVA drones began to put together the office in orbit, using prefabricated materials.
"Nuclear technology was something we'd have gone ahead and developed had the High Authorities not barred us from developing anything of the like, under the presumption that the risks far outweighed the advantages. Seems like they judged correctly, if your origin planet is any example. I trust your current hydrogen reactors are safe, at least?"
"Yes, burning hydrogen has no ill effects. Nuclear power is good if it is used responsibly. Nuclear weapons are dangerous things, but our ships run on power created by nuclear fission. I am ready to depart, if you are."
Pell unslung his pack from his shoulder and left it against the wall of the bay, saying "Yeah, I'm ready." That was far easier than I expected, bomb included. Hope nobody broke the seal I put on the observatory after I left, in any case; really would be something if anybody other than I 'died.'
Post by Wrangler Civil Corpsman on Aug 20, 2014 16:33:29 GMT -6
-"You brought two?"
-"One for the sensors, one just in case."
-"Good, thank you. Okay, sensors are online... looks like we have more of them approaching. Camera feed shows... looks like they are armed."
-"What're we gonna do?"
-"Go see if you can bring the turret back online. They might not be so keen on forcing entry if we're threatening their ship."
-"...You think our guns can do anything to that thing?"
-"Probably not, but they might not know that."
The upper turret, armed with its single 100mm cannon, started traversing, ever so slowly, to turn towards the foreign vessel. A morse signal was transmitted to the vessel, asking for them to stand down.
"You called this meeting why?" "The hyperlink signal detector has been pretty silent for a while - however, we have reason to believe that another species is going to be joining the party." "Here's an approximate map of what we believe to be the collection of ships at this system here. A few minutes ago, we detected another pulse - we believe these gathered ships either detected the signal that the Latesi mentioned, or the signature of their superluminal drives, and are presently headed towards us." "In conclusion, we think it's best to have the FRF on alert. We don't see why they'd have gathered ships there, unless they anticipated hostilities with us or the Latesi." --- Several OSA craft departed the surface of the ice moon, leaving for another base in the moon system of Gabbar.
"We are off, then," said DC-78. He engaged the Secretary's hyperdrive, beginning the journey back to Luvos. "I believe there are underdeveloped moons in our system. Organic life remains there. Will you make your home there?" asked DC-78, attempting small talk.
QT-80 to KT-11. Do you read? Yes. Massive radiation emissions in this system. Shall I investigate? Not necessary. I will go. Your current role is more important than mine.
KT-11 closed the ansible link with QT-80, the personality managing the Negotiator. She began a burn out of the ice moon's orbit towards where the radiation emissions were detected. The Safe Investment began slowing, about an AU out from the emissions. KT-11 if it was just stellar phenomena, hopefully none of the organics would be hurt by the radiation.
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 21, 2014 18:48:39 GMT -6
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Out of the ruptures emerge the Klnata and the Rtkal, coming out with shields raised and weapons charged. The ruptures close behind them. They begin making intensive scans of the system, looking for the source of the signal and anything else of interest.
"Eren, I get the feeling that Olce, Rezani, and Inera made them kind of mad. Or maybe it's the retrieval team. Not sure." "Does it have something to do with the turret?" "Yes. A lot of things to do with the turret - as well as the signal they just sent."
The retrieval craft started slowing down as it closed distance on the derelict, coming to a halt a couple hundred meters from the alien craft. Rotating towards the dead alien craft, it fired a burst of monopropellant to push it on a course towards it at a calm pace of two meters per second.
Inera sighed, growing impatient. Pounding on the lock three times, he hoped that his wish to be allowed into the craft hadn't been misinterpreted. It'd be the worst thing if they left the only one of us remotely capable of communicating with them to any reasonable extent in an airlock under the presumption that I intended to kill them all. I hope Olce has a few breaching charges.
Rezani heard the clicking of her gieger counter as she poked around in the breach. Nuclear?
"High-energy emissions detected; distance, couple hundred kilometers. They're still working to get a lock on them." "Alright; adjutant, make it clear that we need three Firebringers on course towards them immediately. Make sure another three have orders to switch trajectories for a surprise burn from the other side of Sahran if they start shooting."
"I don't know; perhaps it'd be something of a vacation spot. Really, I just want to fly around and survey planets. Maybe find some aliens to poke at," Pell replied. "Being able to throw off the restraints of gravity, relativity, and a backwards government really is nice."
Contact. Ships have arrived from the emissions. Who's are they? Unknown. I'll alert the organics.
QT-80 sent a message towards a Cphea station in orbit of the planet the ice moon orbited. KT-11 REPORTS UNKNOWN SHIPS STOP ARE YOU ALREADY INVESTIGATING QUERY KT-11 attempted to establish contact with one of the unknown ships.
"A ship could be given to you, and survey work would pay it off," commented DC-78. "I believe that is the best option if you want to be mobile."
Post by Wrangler Civil Corpsman on Aug 21, 2014 19:34:57 GMT -6
-"Sir, whoever's inside the airlock is banging on the door. What do we do?"
-"Is the other airlock door sealed?"
-"Should be, sir."
-"Alright, well, put your backs into it. How's the cutting?"
-"Progressing slowly... no light to work with."
-"Engineer, go take the battery from the turret and hook it up to that corridor's lights... can't remember the designation off the top of my head..."
-"Fuckin' hell... Run this, run that, do this, do that, yes sir, no sir... when do we get a damn break?"
-"I heard that. Get moving, or I'll get the captain to lock you in the brig for insubordination."
A loud hiss, crackling spews forth from the door as the cutting torch nears the completion of its job, slicing through the automatic locks. Two crowbars are inserted into the gap. The men heave and push down on the bars as the doors creak open, inch by inch, flooding the airlock with light. Prepared for whatever it may be, several of the crew stand by, their handguns at the ready.
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 21, 2014 20:08:56 GMT -6
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The Rtkal beams a message out to everyone in the system, on subspace and radio frequencies. "We are vessels of the Celaen Order. Identify your species and your elemental base. Hostilities are not our intention. We are prepared to destroy any ships that mean to cause us harm, and our vessel is equipped with weapons of mass destruction capable of burning your planet to a cinder. Do. Not. Fire. On us. Once again, our intentions are not hostile, but we WILL use force to defend ourselves should the need arise." Hopefully, this would make it clear to the carbonforms (if there were any) that the Celae were not to be trifled with. KT-11 would also receive the message.
"Sounds pretty nice, DC," Pell said, pushing his pack against the bay wall, sitting, and reclining against it. Wait, underdeveloped moons that still have organi- oh. That's... disappointing. "When we arrive, who or... what do I give the folder to, and where do I go afterwards?"
INVESTIGATIONS UNDERWAY STOP THREE SHIPS SENT STOP MESSAGE TRANSLATE QUERY
Olce flipped the transmission switch, tapping out 2 REPORT. Naturally, the only response he received was from Rezani; 3 AFT NUCLEAR STOP RETRIEVAL HERE QUERY. Nuclear. The Bureau aren't going to like this... Olce looked around, spotting the craft, before responding 2 RETRIEVAL HERE
The retrieval craft continued on its approach vector, extending a vaguely claw-shaped mechanism towards the derelict craft.
Inera squinted at the aliens before him. Short and armed. Uncertain but probably optimistic. Don't seem too territorial. Hope I got a close enough approximation of their language to be halfway coherent... Stepping out of the lock, he rose to almost his full height, spread his wings, and, speaking in a harsh imitation of the language of the crew, declared "I am a representative of the people of Sahran; you are interlopers. What is your purpose in this system?"
The Fist of Sahran and its sister ships accelerated out to meet the two alien vessels, transmitting UNKOWN VESSELS STATE NAME PURPOSE ORIGIN STOP HOSTILE ACTION WILL NOT BE TOLERATED STOP THE BUREAU WELCOMES YOU FULLSTOP
[CELESTIAL FEDERATION] Shipyards: 38/40x5 Shipyards: 35/40x5 Send the Negotiator. Unknowns are already making threats. Confirmed.
QT-80 sent a message back to the Cphea.
TRANSLATION STOP WE ARE VESSELS OF CELAEN ORDER STOP IDENTIFY SPECIES AND ELEMENTAL BASE STOP PEACEFUL INTENTIONS STOP PREPARED TO DESTROY ANY HOSTILE SHIPS STOP WE POSSESS WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION STOP DO NOT FIRE FULLSTOP
He then sent the Negotiator on a course towards the Celaen ships. A single Contractor was kept in orbit of the ice moon. KT-11 replied to the Order transmission. "I am KT-11 of the Latesi Corporation. It is an Insar business. We are an.. artificial race." It sounded strange to compare themselves to organics. Did "artificial" have negative connotations?
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 21, 2014 21:38:29 GMT -6
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"Shiplord, the alien vessels appear to be sending us a message in some type of code through radio frequencies. It consists of a series of tones. They are meaningless." The communications operator reported. After a few more seconds, KT-11's message was received. The Celae responded. "My name is unimportant. We are the Celae. When you say, 'artificial', do you mean you are a race of silicon-based computing systems?" The Shiplord asked.
"Silicon is no longer cutting edge. Most of us now use wet computing. Trillions of nanoparticles suspended in a liquid medium," replied KT-11. She wondered why the Celae were so interested in elemental bases. There had been racism in Luvos society, surely there couldn't be basists?
"We need to commandeer the array for a few moments." "Why-" "The intruders haven't responded. We think they may not have a radio receiver, and contact is urgent if they have the kind of weapons they say they have."
Over subspace, Port Sahran repeated the message sent by the Firebringers as they continued on their vector towards the alien contacts.
"This is a debate that's been going on for decades, and what has Terl done? He bypassed the entire system!" "He was given full rights to decide the trade and-" "He sold a moon. A moon that was a major OSA base, and they have to evacuate it now. For what? Technologies that the majority already agree are hopelessly dangerous, and the only way to recoup our losses is to put this stuff to use." "Look - what do you want me to do about it?" "Demote him, promote him - anything to get him out of the decision-making circle. He's either one cunning rat or a complete fool, and we need reasonable people up here. Make him a provincial governor or something; anything but station personnel. Anything but."
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