Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 22, 2021 15:59:18 GMT
"EM field holding, capacitors at fifty-five percent,"
"Shatterdrive capacitor at ninety-six percent, ready to fire."
"Shield capacitors at sixty-one percent and rising. Diverting flow from forward to side shields."
Sturm surveyed the command center from his position in the midst of the massive complex, with numerous thousands of other secondary, tertiary and miscellaneous notifications appearing and disappearing in a matter of seconds as the man sorted through each and every one of the messages. The damage done by their previous skirmish has yet to be fully repaired but the damage hardly hindered the operation of this vessel anyways. Either way, they're ready to leave the Zone they had been travelling through.
"Dump all capacitors into the shatterdrive. Forward, starboard and port shields raised to twenty percent. Keep the Weapons offline. Helmsmen, take us in," the Fleetmaster barks out. Immediately, green lights flare up all around him. The millions of capacitors immediately dump their power into the colossal FTL drive of the Worldship as it rips a hole through the fabric of space-time, quickly taking the form of a swirling blue portal in the red expanse the ship was currently in as the ship cruised forward, back to normal space.
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Outside, in normal space, any rudimentary power detection would immediately spike as a red, swirling portal forms on the edge of their destination system, emitting inhuman amounts of strange, exotic radiation and energy. Without skipping a beat, the Worldship pulls itself clear of the portal with its fleet of two thousand, all the other vessels dwarfed by the sheer size of their mothership. Only after the last ship has cleared from the rift does it slam shut behind them as the massive ship and its cohort slows to a stop in local space.
Mutzo was a fortress system, yes, but it wasn't a flagship system. It had a large network of defense stations, sensor positions, orbital stations and the like, but it was mostly last-generation gear, with none of the high-tech love that Spascia had. Military patrols, logistic runs, and merchant groups passing through the area were just about all of the traffic met by the system. The response to the large fleet was slow, with weapons throughout being armed and readied, but communication was... delayed.
"What do you mean "moon-sized ship"?" asked the system admiral, drowsy and in a wheelchair after being rudely awoken from deep VR; the room only 50 feet behind him as the medical dispenser linked into his arm pumped him full of medicines and chemicals to accelerate the counteraction of "computer shakes", brought on by such emergency recoveries.
"What it says on the damn label, sir. Moon-sized ship with significant escort just jumped in on the edge of the system, and we need you on comms with them to make sure the bored bastards on the extant platforms don't start shooting," responded the primary aide. The grey-furred admiral brushed at the left side of his chest, tapping a couple of commands on his commlink.
"Unidentified force," he began, the message accompanied by a packet of translator keys and first contact information, "You are encroaching on the territory of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire. This is Admiral Saemu Oritz, commander of this system. Please identify yourselves and your business."
==Location unknown yet most likely within or close to Carnaith Empire according to Davian's map==
Ten large rolling Gates broke the space at the other corner of the system. Moment later several ships emerged from within them and re-entered the real space.
The ten ships belonged to the 3rd Exploration fleet of Divine Davia Empire entered the system. Having rested for awhile after their long voyage to the southern corner of the galaxy the 3rd fleet was again ordered to move toward the location of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire and attempted to establish formal diplomatic with said empire to further the relation between Davia and the AGA bloc.
The ship entered the real space just in times for them to pick up the message from the Carnaithian. While the translator would attempt to translate it, the Davian's sensors would also pick up the signals the other massive fleet which being led by a moon size ship.
"Message identified we're within the COE's territory. However thing is a bit confusing as the other fleet seem to not belong to the COE. Possibly this's a triple first contact." The main AI of Davian's flagship reported followed by its advices: "Both of them are far outnumbered us. I suggest caution and friendly approach."
"I know what to do brother." The Davian's commander replied before sending out two messages, one toward the Carnaith: "Greeting Carnaithian Omniversal Empire. This is Captain Nguyen Nam overall commander of the Divine Davia Empire Third exploration fleet. We were ordered by the sector command to come here to establish formal diplomatic relation with your nation. Still we want to deeply sorry for our sudden arrival." The message would be sent along with the AGA's friendly signals acquired from the previous encounter with other AGA's members
The other message would be send to the other massive fleet: "Greeting fellow space traveller. This is Captain Nguyen Nam overall commander of the Divine Davia Empire Third exploration fleet. We are here as peaceful diplomats to establish contact with the Carnaith, since we are all here may you identify yourself?"
A notification popped up right on schedule as Sturm reads through it, immediately forming a response to the Carnaithian admiral hailing the ship. However, a second message appears from the Davians. A surprise to intrude upon this scene, but still well within acceptable parameters.
"Admiral Saemu Oritz of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire, this is Fleetmaster Sturm of the Chorus of Eternity Worldfleet speaking. We are here under standard orders to chart and map the galaxy at large, which has taken us to this system that your empire holds. We mean no harm to your people nor any of your holdings."
"Captain Nguyen Nam of the Divine Davian Empire, this is Fleetmaster Sturm of the Chorus of Eternity Worldfleet. We are here under standard orders to chart and map the galaxy at large. We will not interfere in your business."
Ortiz cursed and jostled himself in his wheelchair, swiping the communications connected to Fleetmaster Sturm to a deck officer. They'd seemed polite enough, and he had questions to ask them, but the ten new signatures that just appeared also weren't identified nor permitted access.
"This is Admiral Saemu Ortiz, and you are encroaching on a military system. Remain on the system edge while communications are balanced out," he stated before swiping that link to the CIC as well. He continued rolling along on his wheelchair as his aide, Lowrik Ndris, stared at him in confusion and disbelief. The cybernetic eyes of the admiral showed no insight to his thoughts or emotion on the situation, though the frown and furrow showed he was angry at best.
"Sir, you just dismissed both contacts to the CIC," Ndris said.
"Yes, I did. Where do you think we're going? It's only a couple of halls away."
"You're the utmost authority on the ship."
"And you just pulled me out of my weekly VR session. I am quite angry, and I feel like the short trip will calm me."
"And-"
"And you talking is an excellent way to make that a false statement."
"Initiating tri-focus communications," The female communications officer stated, with video being transmitted along with the message from the extant stations to the guest fleets via laserline, linking both of the communications branches.
"We will stay where we are COE." The Davian fleet replied while immediately stopped and kept their position from the other forces.
At the moment the fleet noticed the COE was trying to establish the three ways communication.
"Attempt to establish three ways communication links via laserline." The head comm officer announced: "Link established."
On board of the Davian's flagship two 3D screens popped up in front of the fleet's command throne. One for the COE, the other for the Puppeteer.
"Greeting again fellow space travelers." The Davian greeted again.
The Worldship and its fleet stayed in position where they had stopped, Sturm taking this moment to consider the situation. Neither party registered in the ship's database, to which he was neutrally linked to at any given time. This was a rather rare occurrence, given the wide scope that he himself had gotten complacent with.
A surge of electricity went through the old Puppeteer's mind. Excitement. The wonder of discovering new, uncharted lands. The adventure of speaking to those whom had never been considered before. Part of the reason how he had ended up in his current day position, but those were for another day as the three-way conference appeared in front of the man.
All that can be surmised from the Puppeteer ship is a singular figure, dressed in what seems to be robes of some sort. Blue markings are the only colors that stand out of his white clothing, with his face hidden behind a strangely plain mask. One would expect that a man with such a rank as a 'Fleetmaster,' commanding such a vast force, would be entitled to something more extravagant.
"Greetings, fellow Fleetmasters," the figure only known as Sturm nodded in response.
The link from the Carnaithians activated just as Ortiz pulled into his command position, the camera focusing on him. The fur on his face thinned in some places, and both of his eyes were replaced by mechanical devices with twofold roles; primarily, to serve as a cover for the VR links that lie below, and secondly to enhance the performance of the previous occupants. The items appeared as black plastic five-sided shapes that housed three LEDs each on their forward surfaces, two on the flank surfaces. He smiled, almost grandfatherly.
"Well, firstly, my job title is 'Admiral'," he responded to Sturm with a chuckle in a graveled, yet friendly, tone. "I must apologize for the hostile welcome... you seem to bring a vast amount of baggage about with you, and to make things worse this is a military installation."
He turned to look at the empty reception for the Davian arrival. It seemed that they either weren't willing to show themselves, or the coding language of their nation was so vastly different.
"Pardon me, Admiral Oritz. It has been... many years since I had the honor to refer to any other as anything else than Fleetmaster," Sturm nods lightly. "Pardon our intrusion to such a vital location, for we are new to this galaxy and its wonders, without mapping nor charter. This location was one of major communications and asymmetrical energy traffic from our broad-scan arrays; as such I found it wise to announce our presence at a location of greater importance, where greater authority and temperance can be found."
Both the Puppeteer and COE would saw the visual image of the Davian's captain, a humanoid cladded in rather archaic looking armor with the equally old looking masked helmet which hided his face.
"Greeting Fleetmaster Sturm, Admiral Oritz. I'm Captain Nguyen Nam. It's my honor to meet you’re here today. As I said, we are here to establish formal diplomatic relation with COE, and since you and your people are also here Fleetmaster Sturm, it would also be our honor to establish formal diplomatic relation with your people."
Ortiz attributed the late appearance of Nam to coding differences, growling at a volume that was inaudible to the guests. "Very well," he responded to neither one in particular. "Well, our information that's already being sent on the current line is everything you need to know about the Empire. This certainly isn't any level of professional meeting, so go ahead and say your shares."
Sturm nodded idly as he thought to himself, a hand to where his chin would be. "Admiral Oritz and Captain Nam, your two nations are the first to have met ours in a state of peace. Previously, our fleet was at a location that such locals as yourselves called the Ring of Remembrance, where we had engaged with the forces of those who called themselves the Immortal Empire. If my suspicions are correct, they wished to weaponize the ancient memorial."
The shrouded man pauses only momentarily. "Then the ring woke up. It teleported us out of the local area, and our fleet made its way here. To say the least, this galaxy is filled with hidden wonders and our kind is rather eager to document them all."
Ortiz smiled, information on the IE being swept from his digital view. He'd keep their non-aggression pact secret from these contacts for now. "Well, we can certainly help you study some secrets. Contact's a fairly standard fare," he continued, looking to the Davian hologram. "I've already given you all of our national information."
"Any help would be greatly appreciated, either in information, knowledge, or material," the masked Puppeteer nods, pausing only momentarily. "Though... should either of you choose to aid us, I could put a motion to the Associate to allow your nation's personnel on-board our Worldship for any purpose you wish. Within regulations, of course."
Nam spoke first to the Carnaith's Admiral while his staffs began to transfer the Davian's national information back to the Carnaith: "We had received your information. And we would gladly send our national information to you."
Then the captain turned to the Puppeteer fleet master: "We agree to offer you what we can fleet master. So how may we help you?"
Ortiz, whose eyes did not blink, seemed to give an awkward stare into the receiver before not quite fully turning to Ndris, ignoring Nam's comment. The latter cleared his throat before piping up.
"Astropolitical entities that prove to be anything other than negative in stance to the empire are generally allowed access to purchases from Carnaithian corporate bodies, whose services range from mere logistical to bulk starship manufacture. However," he paused, peering upon the profile scan of the Worldship, "I get the feeling you have a great many things handled. That offer remains nonetheless. If the scale bends to beneficial, then I can see information and technology deals being opened."
Sturm thinks upon what both persons have said thus now. The man slides a few displays across his holographic terminal until the man reaches the one he had in mind. "Primarily what we desire is information, as this is our main goal in this galaxy. As such, any information to further our studies are, by far, the most welcome. Information of the various nations within this galaxy would also be appreciated. As for materials, any raw materials would be desired. Our facilities can produce anything we wish in sufficient quantity; however, it cannot create such raw materials out of thin air. Currently we are at a shortage of mining vessels due to some unforeseen difficulties."
Bringing the previously selected screen up to the three-way communications, the information is wirelessly transmitted to the screens of both other men speaking with him. It appears to be little more than a plain sphere on first glance, but a quick skim through reveals its purpose. Aptly named the Datacore, the massive, highly dense crystalline sphere utilizes light for its computational power through its vast optical arrays. The structure itself is listed to be 50 kilometers in diameter, and easily capable of holding a mind-boggling quantity of information by its lonesome.
"While at this time we have little to offer in the ways of resources, I have permission from higher authority to share weaponry and technology to a limited degree. As to what degree that limited degree is... I'm afraid you would have to consult the higher authority I had cited earlier, though I believe it would not be difficult at this time."
"It appears that we can help you in term of common resources. While our small fleet itself does not have much cargo but we can arrange some agreements for it. Beside should you happen to visit our area or our location itself I'm sure we can provide you more resources or help maintain your fleet should it's within our capacity." The Davian responded to the Fleetmaster first: "Speaking of information. While we Davian still rather news in this galaxy, we had managed to gather some interesting information and mapped the area around our current location. We're transferring the information to you." As the captain spoke the Davian fleet sent toward the Puppeteer fleet the overall information about Davia Empire itself, the Davian's version of the Ancerious map which contained a contain a full and up to date map of the entire known galaxy, every trade lane, every nation, every border and the location of Davian's trade system Voi Con: "And we would also transfer you our diplomatic code so we won't mistake you with hostiles targets."
"We Davian is always eager for trading." The Davian's captain then spoke to both the COE and the Puppeteer: "We can trade resources and some of our technologies as well. Beside we are also trying to learn more about this galaxy so we can also provide help to unveil its secret if it's within our capacity."
Ndris continued on in response; "In that case, you can make any number of purchases from mining guilds throughout our space that you wish based on terms that they lay out. If you co-operate with us on any level - be it that weapons or technology, or otherwise - we can help you out with any specifics in information that the galactic extranet can't." he continued, and kept quiet as the Davians continued rattling on their own benefits. He let out a harrumph before responding to their leader in-system.
"I hardly think some backwater want-to-rule fresh arrival can stand up to the economic might of anyone in Ancerious aside from the independent stars, not to mention the Carnaithian Omniversal Empires' strength in all sectors of business. Sturm," He continued, "I would advise not immediately rushing into this... Voi Con. The extranet contains at least..." He paused, looking at a figure on an invisible screen - to the guests, at least, - "Eight hundred an ninety-seven thousand reliable sites focused on lane mapping, most of which provide their services for free, and probably map smaller political bodies than Davia would ever be aware of. Carnaith can offer you anything their nation can and more, and we won't try to undercut your people with something so meager as maps. All you need to do is ask for something a bit more specific," Ndris finished, smiling. A chuckle echoed from Ortiz.
"I'm re-stating our transmission codes just to be safe," Ortiz tacked on, struggling not to have a coughing fit from laughter in response to his officers' tirade.
"Oh, Right, " Ndris began again, ignoring his commander, "It now strikes me that you may not know how to use the extranet. If you're willing, I could get some network engineers over to one or more of your ships to help you link your ships up."
Sturm rubbed his chin as he thought. This material was mostly out of his area of expertise. But then a notice appears that catches the Fleetmaster's notice. "We would be thankful for such technical expertise," Sturm speaks to Ndris first and foremost. "Gentlemen, if you may allow me, my direct superior has taken interest in the current matter of affairs. I will bring him into the conversation."
A new screen pops up, next to the Puppeteers' showing Sturm. A young man, seemingly human, his hair an unusual but not necessarily unnatural shade of light blue, watches the parties involved with a curious, yet piercing heterochromia eyes. A slight smile forms as he speaks. "Greetings, Davian Empire, Carnaith Empire. My name is Osten, and as the good Fleetmaster had mentioned, I have taken an interest in these events. Of course there is the matter of the Puppeteers' supplies, but I wish to offer something of immediate interest to you. Both of you."
The man snaps his fingers as a rift cracks into life behind the man. From the rift, before it seals itself up, steps out a heavily-armored soldier, in what appears to be a suit of light power armor. His uniform is a shade of unmarred black save for the roman numeral VII emblazoned on his left pauldron. The soldier's mask styled in she shape of a left-fitted single-filter gas mask. On his back, pulled straight by a polymer strap, is a strange assault rifle. Bullpup, a sort of reflex scope, and no other attachments.
"This is a soldier of the Black Beret Eighth Legion, my own personal Legion. These Legions are almost entirely composed of Denizens, energy-beings that exist in between the weaves of reality. While most Denizens are a hassle and rabble, the Black Berets distinct themselves as professionals. They are soldiers, loyal to their Legion. You hire their Legion, you hire their loyalty. They can be easily integrated into any army elements with only a small amount of hassle as either main elements or auxiliary forces. I assure you, there are few who can make for better stormtroopers than a Black Beret."
"Now, this man is of my personal legion, and as such he and his legion would not be for immediate hire. However, there are nine other major Legions for hire, numerous other nameless Legions, and I can offer my unique services as a liaison to ensure maximum efficiency, cooperation, and accountability with the leadership of these Legions. If you so wish, I can provide each of your nations a standard bio-template and appropriate personnel for detection of other Denizens that may have found their ways into your society. As a token of goodwill on behalf of both myself and the many other Denizens who wish to either do business, or merely live passively amongst your people."
"We are not trying to compete with such a great nation which had a long times staying here Admiral. It's just our sincerely offer base on our good will." The Davian's captain responded: "Speaking of the map, we're also offering and yes I must say our map is not very special. It's our tradition to give it out in first contacts."
Then he turned to the Puppeteers and sincerely responded: "It's surely an interesting offer sir. And with honor, we will take it. For instance we want to hire two of your legions for our service, so with your allowance how can we pay you for their service? Can we pay using some sort of material or are you interest in more unique one? Beside we would also accept your offer for providing us the standard bio-template and detection."
Ndris this time ignored the Davians' repairing compliment to him and his nation, followed by pitiful explanation of the map offer. Seeing Osten appear, followed by the shock trooper, he and his commander watched and listened with intent. Ndris could himself think of the RFST, Carnaith's premiere shock-troopers and incredibly more well-equipped on the surface than the Black Berets, but he was not willing to make the same mistake as the Davians and sing a sour tune of their host. That, and these troops outclassed standard Carnaithian infantry. With the war on, and Carnaith retaining more active forces than any of their allies as so far, he could at least direct other AGA members to these legions.
"Carnaith, I don't believe, has need for auxiliary forces to support them. However, our allies may find the suggestion helpful and move to take you up on an offer. If anything, Carnaith would be willing to hire a major legion if only to enhance the speed at which you bring attention to them. We would certainly take the offer of the bio-templates and personnel, and thank you for it. Shall we exchange technicians?" he asked, in regards to the Denizen detection tech and the Carnaithian IT specialists.
Osten nods idly as he listens, a small, discreet and indiscernible smile on his face all the while. "I must correct you on one terminology there. I personally only lay claim to the Eighth Legion, as all others are under their separate leadership. As before, I wish to provide my liaison services to make sure that external leadership can be held accountable, in case a contract goes awry. You will need to speak to those members of leadership directly, and depending on your terms of contract... an auction may ensure if multiple parties with to take the contract."
The man then turns his eyes to Ndris, smiling a little wider now. "I will be sure to pass a good word on to the other nine legions; they are always open to contracting. I do implore you to ask the first Denizen to perform a 'bullet test' if you don't mind me saying... preferably, in person with many, many witnesses to eliminate all possibility of plausible deniability. I assure you that they have a unique quality that you will be very hard-pressed to find anywhere else. However, I must digress. Indeed, we should swap technicians, as such matters are of grave importance to all our nations; I will also send appropriate liaisons to ensure smooth, steady contact with both my nation and myself. My matter of politics and business are distinctly separate, you must understand."
With a swipe of the hand two new IFFs show up on both sides' tactical data. Two shuttles, to be precise, each making their way to one of the nations involved. "I have sent my liaisons, as well as a sample of the Black Berets from my own legions as a taste of what is to expect. I guarantee that my soldiers have a record of excellence and few dissatisfactions from my personal sponsors, and I hope they live up to satisfactory requirements of your needs, or that of your allies."
While nav technicians sent approach vectors to the incoming shuttles, Ndris greenlit the launch of one of their own. A silent note of the suggestion for a test, and he looked to the hologram once more.
"Very well," he responded, "I look forward to future interactions between our nations. I doubt that I'll ever have the opportunity to speak with any of you again, as contact will likely be routed through dedicated channels, but the sentiment remains. I'll get to forwarding information on you and your legions to Imperial allies."
Much like the Carnaithian response, an approach is sent to the shuttle with the IT specialists as Osten gives a nod to Ndris from his position. "Perhaps... though, the web of karma is a finicky thing. Perhaps we may yet meet again, though if we do, I do hope it is under fortunate circumstances."
The Puppeteer shuttle wastes no time arriving at the Carnaithian destination set by the nav technicians, setting itself down and unloading its three occupants. Two of them are most certainly of Osten's Black Beret members, the third a Puppeteer in robes almost identical to Fleetmaster Sturm's. This trio must be the liaisons that Osten spoke of.
"Our technicians and liaison officers are en-route as we speak sir." The Davian responded to the Puppeteer.
Meanwhile the shutter which probably carrying Puppeteer's personnel would be guided to land safety within the hull of the Davian's leading ship.
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"Shatterdrive capacitor at ninety-six percent, ready to fire."
"Shield capacitors at sixty-one percent and rising. Diverting flow from forward to side shields."
Sturm surveyed the command center from his position in the midst of the massive complex, with numerous thousands of other secondary, tertiary and miscellaneous notifications appearing and disappearing in a matter of seconds as the man sorted through each and every one of the messages. The damage done by their previous skirmish has yet to be fully repaired but the damage hardly hindered the operation of this vessel anyways. Either way, they're ready to leave the Zone they had been travelling through.
"Dump all capacitors into the shatterdrive. Forward, starboard and port shields raised to twenty percent. Keep the Weapons offline. Helmsmen, take us in," the Fleetmaster barks out. Immediately, green lights flare up all around him. The millions of capacitors immediately dump their power into the colossal FTL drive of the Worldship as it rips a hole through the fabric of space-time, quickly taking the form of a swirling blue portal in the red expanse the ship was currently in as the ship cruised forward, back to normal space.
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Outside, in normal space, any rudimentary power detection would immediately spike as a red, swirling portal forms on the edge of their destination system, emitting inhuman amounts of strange, exotic radiation and energy. Without skipping a beat, the Worldship pulls itself clear of the portal with its fleet of two thousand, all the other vessels dwarfed by the sheer size of their mothership. Only after the last ship has cleared from the rift does it slam shut behind them as the massive ship and its cohort slows to a stop in local space.
Mutzo was a fortress system, yes, but it wasn't a flagship system. It had a large network of defense stations, sensor positions, orbital stations and the like, but it was mostly last-generation gear, with none of the high-tech love that Spascia had. Military patrols, logistic runs, and merchant groups passing through the area were just about all of the traffic met by the system. The response to the large fleet was slow, with weapons throughout being armed and readied, but communication was... delayed.
"What do you mean "moon-sized ship"?" asked the system admiral, drowsy and in a wheelchair after being rudely awoken from deep VR; the room only 50 feet behind him as the medical dispenser linked into his arm pumped him full of medicines and chemicals to accelerate the counteraction of "computer shakes", brought on by such emergency recoveries.
"What it says on the damn label, sir. Moon-sized ship with significant escort just jumped in on the edge of the system, and we need you on comms with them to make sure the bored bastards on the extant platforms don't start shooting," responded the primary aide. The grey-furred admiral brushed at the left side of his chest, tapping a couple of commands on his commlink.
"Unidentified force," he began, the message accompanied by a packet of translator keys and first contact information, "You are encroaching on the territory of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire. This is Admiral Saemu Oritz, commander of this system. Please identify yourselves and your business."
==Location unknown yet most likely within or close to Carnaith Empire according to Davian's map==
Ten large rolling Gates broke the space at the other corner of the system. Moment later several ships emerged from within them and re-entered the real space.
The ten ships belonged to the 3rd Exploration fleet of Divine Davia Empire entered the system. Having rested for awhile after their long voyage to the southern corner of the galaxy the 3rd fleet was again ordered to move toward the location of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire and attempted to establish formal diplomatic with said empire to further the relation between Davia and the AGA bloc.
The ship entered the real space just in times for them to pick up the message from the Carnaithian. While the translator would attempt to translate it, the Davian's sensors would also pick up the signals the other massive fleet which being led by a moon size ship.
"Message identified we're within the COE's territory. However thing is a bit confusing as the other fleet seem to not belong to the COE. Possibly this's a triple first contact." The main AI of Davian's flagship reported followed by its advices: "Both of them are far outnumbered us. I suggest caution and friendly approach."
"I know what to do brother." The Davian's commander replied before sending out two messages, one toward the Carnaith: "Greeting Carnaithian Omniversal Empire. This is Captain Nguyen Nam overall commander of the Divine Davia Empire Third exploration fleet. We were ordered by the sector command to come here to establish formal diplomatic relation with your nation. Still we want to deeply sorry for our sudden arrival." The message would be sent along with the AGA's friendly signals acquired from the previous encounter with other AGA's members
The other message would be send to the other massive fleet: "Greeting fellow space traveller. This is Captain Nguyen Nam overall commander of the Divine Davia Empire Third exploration fleet. We are here as peaceful diplomats to establish contact with the Carnaith, since we are all here may you identify yourself?"
A notification popped up right on schedule as Sturm reads through it, immediately forming a response to the Carnaithian admiral hailing the ship. However, a second message appears from the Davians. A surprise to intrude upon this scene, but still well within acceptable parameters.
"Admiral Saemu Oritz of the Carnaithian Omniversal Empire, this is Fleetmaster Sturm of the Chorus of Eternity Worldfleet speaking. We are here under standard orders to chart and map the galaxy at large, which has taken us to this system that your empire holds. We mean no harm to your people nor any of your holdings."
"Captain Nguyen Nam of the Divine Davian Empire, this is Fleetmaster Sturm of the Chorus of Eternity Worldfleet. We are here under standard orders to chart and map the galaxy at large. We will not interfere in your business."
Ortiz cursed and jostled himself in his wheelchair, swiping the communications connected to Fleetmaster Sturm to a deck officer. They'd seemed polite enough, and he had questions to ask them, but the ten new signatures that just appeared also weren't identified nor permitted access.
"This is Admiral Saemu Ortiz, and you are encroaching on a military system. Remain on the system edge while communications are balanced out," he stated before swiping that link to the CIC as well. He continued rolling along on his wheelchair as his aide, Lowrik Ndris, stared at him in confusion and disbelief. The cybernetic eyes of the admiral showed no insight to his thoughts or emotion on the situation, though the frown and furrow showed he was angry at best.
"Sir, you just dismissed both contacts to the CIC," Ndris said.
"Yes, I did. Where do you think we're going? It's only a couple of halls away."
"You're the utmost authority on the ship."
"And you just pulled me out of my weekly VR session. I am quite angry, and I feel like the short trip will calm me."
"And-"
"And you talking is an excellent way to make that a false statement."
"Initiating tri-focus communications," The female communications officer stated, with video being transmitted along with the message from the extant stations to the guest fleets via laserline, linking both of the communications branches.
"We will stay where we are COE." The Davian fleet replied while immediately stopped and kept their position from the other forces.
At the moment the fleet noticed the COE was trying to establish the three ways communication.
"Attempt to establish three ways communication links via laserline." The head comm officer announced: "Link established."
On board of the Davian's flagship two 3D screens popped up in front of the fleet's command throne. One for the COE, the other for the Puppeteer.
"Greeting again fellow space travelers." The Davian greeted again.
The Worldship and its fleet stayed in position where they had stopped, Sturm taking this moment to consider the situation. Neither party registered in the ship's database, to which he was neutrally linked to at any given time. This was a rather rare occurrence, given the wide scope that he himself had gotten complacent with.
A surge of electricity went through the old Puppeteer's mind. Excitement. The wonder of discovering new, uncharted lands. The adventure of speaking to those whom had never been considered before. Part of the reason how he had ended up in his current day position, but those were for another day as the three-way conference appeared in front of the man.
All that can be surmised from the Puppeteer ship is a singular figure, dressed in what seems to be robes of some sort. Blue markings are the only colors that stand out of his white clothing, with his face hidden behind a strangely plain mask. One would expect that a man with such a rank as a 'Fleetmaster,' commanding such a vast force, would be entitled to something more extravagant.
"Greetings, fellow Fleetmasters," the figure only known as Sturm nodded in response.
The link from the Carnaithians activated just as Ortiz pulled into his command position, the camera focusing on him. The fur on his face thinned in some places, and both of his eyes were replaced by mechanical devices with twofold roles; primarily, to serve as a cover for the VR links that lie below, and secondly to enhance the performance of the previous occupants. The items appeared as black plastic five-sided shapes that housed three LEDs each on their forward surfaces, two on the flank surfaces. He smiled, almost grandfatherly.
"Well, firstly, my job title is 'Admiral'," he responded to Sturm with a chuckle in a graveled, yet friendly, tone. "I must apologize for the hostile welcome... you seem to bring a vast amount of baggage about with you, and to make things worse this is a military installation."
He turned to look at the empty reception for the Davian arrival. It seemed that they either weren't willing to show themselves, or the coding language of their nation was so vastly different.
"Pardon me, Admiral Oritz. It has been... many years since I had the honor to refer to any other as anything else than Fleetmaster," Sturm nods lightly. "Pardon our intrusion to such a vital location, for we are new to this galaxy and its wonders, without mapping nor charter. This location was one of major communications and asymmetrical energy traffic from our broad-scan arrays; as such I found it wise to announce our presence at a location of greater importance, where greater authority and temperance can be found."
Both the Puppeteer and COE would saw the visual image of the Davian's captain, a humanoid cladded in rather archaic looking armor with the equally old looking masked helmet which hided his face.
"Greeting Fleetmaster Sturm, Admiral Oritz. I'm Captain Nguyen Nam. It's my honor to meet you’re here today. As I said, we are here to establish formal diplomatic relation with COE, and since you and your people are also here Fleetmaster Sturm, it would also be our honor to establish formal diplomatic relation with your people."
Ortiz attributed the late appearance of Nam to coding differences, growling at a volume that was inaudible to the guests. "Very well," he responded to neither one in particular. "Well, our information that's already being sent on the current line is everything you need to know about the Empire. This certainly isn't any level of professional meeting, so go ahead and say your shares."
Sturm nodded idly as he thought to himself, a hand to where his chin would be. "Admiral Oritz and Captain Nam, your two nations are the first to have met ours in a state of peace. Previously, our fleet was at a location that such locals as yourselves called the Ring of Remembrance, where we had engaged with the forces of those who called themselves the Immortal Empire. If my suspicions are correct, they wished to weaponize the ancient memorial."
The shrouded man pauses only momentarily. "Then the ring woke up. It teleported us out of the local area, and our fleet made its way here. To say the least, this galaxy is filled with hidden wonders and our kind is rather eager to document them all."
Ortiz smiled, information on the IE being swept from his digital view. He'd keep their non-aggression pact secret from these contacts for now. "Well, we can certainly help you study some secrets. Contact's a fairly standard fare," he continued, looking to the Davian hologram. "I've already given you all of our national information."
"Any help would be greatly appreciated, either in information, knowledge, or material," the masked Puppeteer nods, pausing only momentarily. "Though... should either of you choose to aid us, I could put a motion to the Associate to allow your nation's personnel on-board our Worldship for any purpose you wish. Within regulations, of course."
Nam spoke first to the Carnaith's Admiral while his staffs began to transfer the Davian's national information back to the Carnaith: "We had received your information. And we would gladly send our national information to you."
Then the captain turned to the Puppeteer fleet master: "We agree to offer you what we can fleet master. So how may we help you?"
Ortiz, whose eyes did not blink, seemed to give an awkward stare into the receiver before not quite fully turning to Ndris, ignoring Nam's comment. The latter cleared his throat before piping up.
"Astropolitical entities that prove to be anything other than negative in stance to the empire are generally allowed access to purchases from Carnaithian corporate bodies, whose services range from mere logistical to bulk starship manufacture. However," he paused, peering upon the profile scan of the Worldship, "I get the feeling you have a great many things handled. That offer remains nonetheless. If the scale bends to beneficial, then I can see information and technology deals being opened."
Sturm thinks upon what both persons have said thus now. The man slides a few displays across his holographic terminal until the man reaches the one he had in mind. "Primarily what we desire is information, as this is our main goal in this galaxy. As such, any information to further our studies are, by far, the most welcome. Information of the various nations within this galaxy would also be appreciated. As for materials, any raw materials would be desired. Our facilities can produce anything we wish in sufficient quantity; however, it cannot create such raw materials out of thin air. Currently we are at a shortage of mining vessels due to some unforeseen difficulties."
Bringing the previously selected screen up to the three-way communications, the information is wirelessly transmitted to the screens of both other men speaking with him. It appears to be little more than a plain sphere on first glance, but a quick skim through reveals its purpose. Aptly named the Datacore, the massive, highly dense crystalline sphere utilizes light for its computational power through its vast optical arrays. The structure itself is listed to be 50 kilometers in diameter, and easily capable of holding a mind-boggling quantity of information by its lonesome.
"While at this time we have little to offer in the ways of resources, I have permission from higher authority to share weaponry and technology to a limited degree. As to what degree that limited degree is... I'm afraid you would have to consult the higher authority I had cited earlier, though I believe it would not be difficult at this time."
"It appears that we can help you in term of common resources. While our small fleet itself does not have much cargo but we can arrange some agreements for it. Beside should you happen to visit our area or our location itself I'm sure we can provide you more resources or help maintain your fleet should it's within our capacity." The Davian responded to the Fleetmaster first: "Speaking of information. While we Davian still rather news in this galaxy, we had managed to gather some interesting information and mapped the area around our current location. We're transferring the information to you." As the captain spoke the Davian fleet sent toward the Puppeteer fleet the overall information about Davia Empire itself, the Davian's version of the Ancerious map which contained a contain a full and up to date map of the entire known galaxy, every trade lane, every nation, every border and the location of Davian's trade system Voi Con: "And we would also transfer you our diplomatic code so we won't mistake you with hostiles targets."
"We Davian is always eager for trading." The Davian's captain then spoke to both the COE and the Puppeteer: "We can trade resources and some of our technologies as well. Beside we are also trying to learn more about this galaxy so we can also provide help to unveil its secret if it's within our capacity."
Ndris continued on in response; "In that case, you can make any number of purchases from mining guilds throughout our space that you wish based on terms that they lay out. If you co-operate with us on any level - be it that weapons or technology, or otherwise - we can help you out with any specifics in information that the galactic extranet can't." he continued, and kept quiet as the Davians continued rattling on their own benefits. He let out a harrumph before responding to their leader in-system.
"I hardly think some backwater want-to-rule fresh arrival can stand up to the economic might of anyone in Ancerious aside from the independent stars, not to mention the Carnaithian Omniversal Empires' strength in all sectors of business. Sturm," He continued, "I would advise not immediately rushing into this... Voi Con. The extranet contains at least..." He paused, looking at a figure on an invisible screen - to the guests, at least, - "Eight hundred an ninety-seven thousand reliable sites focused on lane mapping, most of which provide their services for free, and probably map smaller political bodies than Davia would ever be aware of. Carnaith can offer you anything their nation can and more, and we won't try to undercut your people with something so meager as maps. All you need to do is ask for something a bit more specific," Ndris finished, smiling. A chuckle echoed from Ortiz.
"I'm re-stating our transmission codes just to be safe," Ortiz tacked on, struggling not to have a coughing fit from laughter in response to his officers' tirade.
"Oh, Right, " Ndris began again, ignoring his commander, "It now strikes me that you may not know how to use the extranet. If you're willing, I could get some network engineers over to one or more of your ships to help you link your ships up."
Sturm rubbed his chin as he thought. This material was mostly out of his area of expertise. But then a notice appears that catches the Fleetmaster's notice. "We would be thankful for such technical expertise," Sturm speaks to Ndris first and foremost. "Gentlemen, if you may allow me, my direct superior has taken interest in the current matter of affairs. I will bring him into the conversation."
A new screen pops up, next to the Puppeteers' showing Sturm. A young man, seemingly human, his hair an unusual but not necessarily unnatural shade of light blue, watches the parties involved with a curious, yet piercing heterochromia eyes. A slight smile forms as he speaks. "Greetings, Davian Empire, Carnaith Empire. My name is Osten, and as the good Fleetmaster had mentioned, I have taken an interest in these events. Of course there is the matter of the Puppeteers' supplies, but I wish to offer something of immediate interest to you. Both of you."
The man snaps his fingers as a rift cracks into life behind the man. From the rift, before it seals itself up, steps out a heavily-armored soldier, in what appears to be a suit of light power armor. His uniform is a shade of unmarred black save for the roman numeral VII emblazoned on his left pauldron. The soldier's mask styled in she shape of a left-fitted single-filter gas mask. On his back, pulled straight by a polymer strap, is a strange assault rifle. Bullpup, a sort of reflex scope, and no other attachments.
"This is a soldier of the Black Beret Eighth Legion, my own personal Legion. These Legions are almost entirely composed of Denizens, energy-beings that exist in between the weaves of reality. While most Denizens are a hassle and rabble, the Black Berets distinct themselves as professionals. They are soldiers, loyal to their Legion. You hire their Legion, you hire their loyalty. They can be easily integrated into any army elements with only a small amount of hassle as either main elements or auxiliary forces. I assure you, there are few who can make for better stormtroopers than a Black Beret."
"Now, this man is of my personal legion, and as such he and his legion would not be for immediate hire. However, there are nine other major Legions for hire, numerous other nameless Legions, and I can offer my unique services as a liaison to ensure maximum efficiency, cooperation, and accountability with the leadership of these Legions. If you so wish, I can provide each of your nations a standard bio-template and appropriate personnel for detection of other Denizens that may have found their ways into your society. As a token of goodwill on behalf of both myself and the many other Denizens who wish to either do business, or merely live passively amongst your people."
"We are not trying to compete with such a great nation which had a long times staying here Admiral. It's just our sincerely offer base on our good will." The Davian's captain responded: "Speaking of the map, we're also offering and yes I must say our map is not very special. It's our tradition to give it out in first contacts."
Then he turned to the Puppeteers and sincerely responded: "It's surely an interesting offer sir. And with honor, we will take it. For instance we want to hire two of your legions for our service, so with your allowance how can we pay you for their service? Can we pay using some sort of material or are you interest in more unique one? Beside we would also accept your offer for providing us the standard bio-template and detection."
Ndris this time ignored the Davians' repairing compliment to him and his nation, followed by pitiful explanation of the map offer. Seeing Osten appear, followed by the shock trooper, he and his commander watched and listened with intent. Ndris could himself think of the RFST, Carnaith's premiere shock-troopers and incredibly more well-equipped on the surface than the Black Berets, but he was not willing to make the same mistake as the Davians and sing a sour tune of their host. That, and these troops outclassed standard Carnaithian infantry. With the war on, and Carnaith retaining more active forces than any of their allies as so far, he could at least direct other AGA members to these legions.
"Carnaith, I don't believe, has need for auxiliary forces to support them. However, our allies may find the suggestion helpful and move to take you up on an offer. If anything, Carnaith would be willing to hire a major legion if only to enhance the speed at which you bring attention to them. We would certainly take the offer of the bio-templates and personnel, and thank you for it. Shall we exchange technicians?" he asked, in regards to the Denizen detection tech and the Carnaithian IT specialists.
Osten nods idly as he listens, a small, discreet and indiscernible smile on his face all the while. "I must correct you on one terminology there. I personally only lay claim to the Eighth Legion, as all others are under their separate leadership. As before, I wish to provide my liaison services to make sure that external leadership can be held accountable, in case a contract goes awry. You will need to speak to those members of leadership directly, and depending on your terms of contract... an auction may ensure if multiple parties with to take the contract."
The man then turns his eyes to Ndris, smiling a little wider now. "I will be sure to pass a good word on to the other nine legions; they are always open to contracting. I do implore you to ask the first Denizen to perform a 'bullet test' if you don't mind me saying... preferably, in person with many, many witnesses to eliminate all possibility of plausible deniability. I assure you that they have a unique quality that you will be very hard-pressed to find anywhere else. However, I must digress. Indeed, we should swap technicians, as such matters are of grave importance to all our nations; I will also send appropriate liaisons to ensure smooth, steady contact with both my nation and myself. My matter of politics and business are distinctly separate, you must understand."
With a swipe of the hand two new IFFs show up on both sides' tactical data. Two shuttles, to be precise, each making their way to one of the nations involved. "I have sent my liaisons, as well as a sample of the Black Berets from my own legions as a taste of what is to expect. I guarantee that my soldiers have a record of excellence and few dissatisfactions from my personal sponsors, and I hope they live up to satisfactory requirements of your needs, or that of your allies."
While nav technicians sent approach vectors to the incoming shuttles, Ndris greenlit the launch of one of their own. A silent note of the suggestion for a test, and he looked to the hologram once more.
"Very well," he responded, "I look forward to future interactions between our nations. I doubt that I'll ever have the opportunity to speak with any of you again, as contact will likely be routed through dedicated channels, but the sentiment remains. I'll get to forwarding information on you and your legions to Imperial allies."
Much like the Carnaithian response, an approach is sent to the shuttle with the IT specialists as Osten gives a nod to Ndris from his position. "Perhaps... though, the web of karma is a finicky thing. Perhaps we may yet meet again, though if we do, I do hope it is under fortunate circumstances."
The Puppeteer shuttle wastes no time arriving at the Carnaithian destination set by the nav technicians, setting itself down and unloading its three occupants. Two of them are most certainly of Osten's Black Beret members, the third a Puppeteer in robes almost identical to Fleetmaster Sturm's. This trio must be the liaisons that Osten spoke of.
"Our technicians and liaison officers are en-route as we speak sir." The Davian responded to the Puppeteer.
Meanwhile the shutter which probably carrying Puppeteer's personnel would be guided to land safety within the hull of the Davian's leading ship.
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