Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 21, 2014 21:52:27 GMT -6
Shipyards: 37/40x5 Orator-class Cruisers: 37/38x5 Organic Life Research (Basic): 8/25
"We see. Less pure, but more acceptable than carbon-based." The shiplord replies. He is then told that the other aliens have sent a message over subspace. He mutes himself to KT-11 and turns to the operator. "Is it translatable?" He asks. "No, its more of the tones. We require some sort of dictionary to be able to translate this." The operator replies. The shiplord thinks for a moment. "Send their message back to them. At least that way they know we can receive it." The operator does so. The channel is unmuted.
"I'll take the folder. I don't think you could deal with the corporate hierarchy," said DC-78. "Unless you want to spend a few weeks getting the folder to the proper division. I can't say I know what Cphea do for recreation."
"Are the Cphea trying to contact you? The other organics. They communicate strangely," KT-11 asked the shiplord.
"Well, they sent us back our message. So they can communicate over subspace, but they didn't seem at all capable of or interested in translating our message." "Seems like we have to leave this up to the Latesi. Ask them to forward us their communications and call off the FRF."
The Firebringers peeled away from their intercept course, killing their velocity relative to the newcomers and halting a few hundred kilometers away. Examination of their exhaust would indicate that their drives are comparatively primitive; a chemical tri-propellant motor with a pitiful specific impulse of about 550.
Meanwhile, Port Sahran dispatched to the Latesi PLEASE FORWARD COMMUNICATIONS STOP ALSO TELL THEM WE ARE PEACEFUL AS WELL BUT DUE TO THEIR WMDS TRAJECTORY CHANGE TOWARDS OUR PLANET WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE DEFENSIVE ACTION FULLSTOP
"I... think I'm done with bureaucracy for now; thanks." After a pause, he continued "How sophisticated is the life support that would be available for my ship?"
KT-11 would send both language files from her own storage to the Celae, as well as the Cphea's message. "The Cphea insist that you hold your position. They are peaceful, however, as you possess weapons of mass destruction, a trajectory change towards a planet would be considered a threat and they'd be force to defend themselves. As they are close business partners, we would be expected to support them." She also telegraphed a message to the Firebringers. DO NOT APPROACH CELAE SHIPS THEY DO NOT INTEND TO ATTACK DO NOT PROVOKE THEM FULLSTOP.
"A ship could be outfitted with systems to produce whatever gas mix at whatever pressure is most comfortable to you. We can also install systems to produce whatever liquid solvent you require for life. For our creators, it was water. Is it the same for you?" asked DC-78.
"If you could discover another sentient race and open up a market for us, that would cover much more than the cost of the ship. In fact, it would open a special offer. Originally, crew was going to be offered in the form of an integrated AI personality who's computer is located in the ship and who is able to access exobodies like myself, or a group of AI bound to exobodies unable to interface and multitask on a large scale like I can. The bound AI would be an older model, purely silicon computation contained in the exobody. This brings me to the special offer. Decommissioning our creators, the Luvos, did not result in their total extinction. Several populations were saved and cyrogenically frozen, living in the most efficient manner avaliable. I could possibly get a group of these Luvos to be unfrozen and to work under you as your crew, since your ship will be well fit for organic life. What is your choice of crew?" asked DC-78. He had entered business mode.
"Ah! A Luvos crew - sounds fantastic," said Pell as he pulled a heavily marked-up copy of The Paper Planetarium - his most treasured possession - from his pack, as well as a small magnifier. "You know, we've had a lot of time to examine the stars and there are several systems that I've been wanting to check out. Yours is the one I signaled first; the fairly clean oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere and your proximity was why. A mere 12.7 light-years!"
Last Edit: Aug 22, 2014 0:01:05 GMT -6 by aumnivers
"It will be arranged then. Your expedition may be delayed, as the unfrozen crew may be.. confused.. at first. We were only 12.7 light years apart? It is strange we did not receive radio signals from each other. Or have your people not developed radio communications? The way you contacted KT-11's vessel was unusual," said DC-78.
"That's... part of why I left, really. We've invented a lot of things. They just have to pass through the bureaucracy before they're put into use. You got the signal that I feared I would not be able to send after my presentation of the technology to the officials. They took to it, however, because it would allow for cheaper and faster communications between their far outposts and Central. Wireless telegraphy is seen as safe; you have to know and exchange codes to use it. Radio gives, as their excuse went, 'too much voice to the commons.' And besides, I doubt our transmissions were powerful enough to cross light-years."
Last Edit: Aug 22, 2014 0:31:10 GMT -6 by aumnivers
"It seems that I've made a mistake. Our system, Hithar, is 10.2 light years away from yours. I think your subspace signal may have missed it's intended target," said DC-78. "Is your government, the Bureau, repressive? Did they not wish to attract outside attention?"
"So, if I did indeed miss... that means the possibility of there being someone there remains; not only that, but there are a great deal more potential life-bearing worlds we've found. Closer examination of each of them seems warranted. As well, our government isn't exactly repressive - just... they like to be safe." A brief pause as Pell added a few more marks to a page, having found a star at 10.2 light-years that must be the Latesi home-system. "As safe as possible. That includes not attracting outside attention, nor attracting inside attention. Really, the only place where you can contribute to the arts and sciences is in a Bureau orbital. The commons... news in the commons entertains. News in the Bureau is the truth."
"A strange way to rule. I fail to see the correlation between safety and repressing things such as computational technology," said DC-78. "We have arrived." DC-78's ship had arrived in orbit of a moon orbiting the gas giant Johov. Large parts of the surface were grey, rectangular, and manufactured, but there were belts of green that hadn't been fully developed. Insar "underdevelopment" appeared to mean not totally exploiting all of a planet's resources. "I have sent the message to my superiors. Hopefully your ship and crew will arrive shortly."
"It has a lot to do with the Unity War. Nobody wants another war like it," Pell said as he stood and slung his pack over his shoulder, leaving the folder on the ground as he looked about the bay. "The folder has a lot of papers on things like that. There a specific lock I should stand at?"
Post by Wrangler Civil Corpsman on Aug 22, 2014 14:17:05 GMT -6
The crewmen, six in total, raise their pistols to aim at the alien's face. Most of them look more keen on running away rather than fighting, however. One of the crewmen, clad in a darker, navy-blue jumpsuit rather than the pale blue of his comrades, holds up his hand in a gesture of peace, lowering his gun. Signaling the others to do the same, the crew reluctantly lower their weapons. Clearing his throat, the man speaks nervously. "Uh... Greetings. We, uh, we mean you and your kind no harm... uh..." The man is at a loss for words, unsure how to handle this. Abruptly, the corridor's intercom crackles to life.
-"Thanks for the battery, Engineering... Alright guys, detected the airlock opening. What do we have?"
-"Sir, we have some sort of... lizard... alien... bird-thing..."
-"It speaks our language, what do we do?"
-"What in the hell are y- fuck it, let me talk to it."
-"This is the navigator of the Pioneer Republic vessel "Great Expectations" speaking. We've been stranded here due to reactor failure. Any chance of your kind lending assistance?"
Post by Commander Of Games on Aug 22, 2014 14:19:41 GMT -6
Shipyards: Complete! Organic Life Research (Basic): 11/25
Detecting the Great Expectations, the Klnata begins heading towards it to investigate. "We are sending our other vessel to investigate a ship of a design that bares no similarities to the others present in the system. Tell the Cphea not to fire on it." The shiplord adds.
"They say it is more secure than radio," replied KT-11 to the shipmaster. "I will forward your message." She flashed the Cphea a telegraph reading CELAE INVESTIGATING FOURTH PARTY DO NOT INTERCEPT FULLSTOP
"Any lock in the bay area should work. The ship you will captain, a Contractor class, is about the same size of my own ship. Your ship and crew are here," said DC-78. The ship shifted slightly, and an airlock opened. A figure with light purple skin and blue tattoos stood in the umbillical. They spoke. "I am Hulhor of the Luvos. You are our captain?"
A reply to the Insar message came promptly; FOURTH PARTY ALREADY UNDER OSA INVESTIGATION STOP RETRIEVAL TEAM ARRIVED AND BRINGING THEIR DERELICT INTO GETRIE ORBIT STOP INFORM CELAE THAT CO-OPERATIVE STUDY IS WELCOME BUT ALL PERSONNEL ABOARD DERELICT ARE UNDER PROTECTION FULLSTOP
Pell returned his book to his pack before turning towards the lock as it opened. "Yes; I'm Pell. Ship ready? What's the range of its FTL?"
Inera gazed about, before folding up his wings and continuing: "A retrieval craft will be arriving to bring your vessel into the orbit of an Orbital Safety Association base on the surface of a planetoid in the outer reaches of our system. There, we believe repairs and questionings can be conducted while we prepare a joint mission back to your star of origin."
The retrieval craft rotated about, the crew trying to approximate the alien craft's center of mass before the claw shot several spikes into the hull and shot quickly-solidifying liquid armor into the wound, securely joining the two craft. Firing monopropellant to rotate the vessels around their new, collective center of mass, the retrieval craft and it Thunderbird escort set a course back to Getrie.
"The ship has enough fuel for an FTL range of thirty lightyears," answered Hulhor. "It's stocked with food, the recycling system is in perfect condition, the ship is ready to go."
"We were not created by the Cphea. Our creators are the Luvos, who live in a different system," replied KT-11. "The Cphea tell you that the derelict is under their protection, although cooperative research is accepted. All personnel on it are under Bureau protection." She flashed a message back to the Cphea. TRANSMITTED MESSAGE FULLSTOP
Post by Wrangler Civil Corpsman on Aug 22, 2014 17:11:47 GMT -6
-"Ah, thanks, you guys are lifesavers. Navigator out."
The intercom clicks, and the crewmen, while still wary, relax, holstering their guns. Most of them stand around, observing the alien that spoke their language. Such a thing is a curiosity. The senior crewmember, with the darker jumpsuit, gestures down the corridor apologetically. "I'd invite you to make yourself comfortable, but our lack of power sort of... makes everything not work. So... Can someone get a chair?"