Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 16, 2017 19:35:55 GMT
it has been some time since the unknown conclusion to the Exodus war with Russia. And yet the constant yet paced out inbound sphere like troop transports kept warping in once a week for half a year now. Five space stations intended of immense size where under way, and an unknown lesser race was assisting. One of there orobitc facility's in the region contributing greatly to readily made workers for such projects. It would be certain this massive and spread out under taking might have.... caught the attention from someone? At any case Deneb was now aboard space station cloud post above Stratix as he stared out the window of his office.
It would have been expected then, that such an undertaking that would have generated such an amount of activity within a single system and orbit would have drawn the curiosity of another race, That race, Were the Tenebreans. And as such would have been any curious races response, That a small Flotilla of their ships shunted into the system on its further fringes under heavy cloaking. On an orbital path above the world of Neptunse space. Admiral Drogan, a member of the Bio mechanical skeletal Race known throughout the tenebrean people as the Calvara looked at the Readout of the system they had entered and its points of colonization, Working out, along with his Synched Entity. The best mode of establishing contact with the systems denizens.
There seemed to be currently there atleast 250 ships seemingly of SCC design but obviously repainted. And a few, really huge ships, under enat cloud post being constructed. The words. Tirptiz, and Bismark, being the two outa three currently readable. Activity seemed heavy throughout a cluster of star systems, but here it was the most active. A group of twelve ships seemingly broke the lot and started to head twords where another star base was currently under way with two of the recently arriveing SCC troop ships. The sudden arrival may have tripped something. But if they were stealth, and did not have any active sneosrs going on they would remain un detected for now. They seemed...... to be migrating into the sector from an unknown location.
fleet admiral Drogan Leaned back in his command throne, the situation, he could tell from his most basic perspective. was Sensitive in terms of establishing First contact. Although he did find some familiarity with the Readouts of SSC Designs. he remained wary. piloting an aldebaran class war Vessel and its escourts, both of which of powerful classes and size, his presense could be misinterpreted as hostile if he entered the system too fast and without announcement. His entity on the other hand, held his own regards for the situation, and advised him that the most resonable course of action, was the most straightforward one. Simply Knocking on the front door of their system so to speak, and requesting permission to dock at one of the massive city sized Stations that reminded him so much of the Megalopolis orbitals his own people built for thier systems. A few minutes more of thought brought him to agree with his Mentally synched Entity, and he issued it the order to begin Trasmissions towards the nearest complete cloud post requesting permission to dock, Giving false readigns to show thier ships as being just outside the system.
The sudden active EM emission set off automated Triggers. The terminals at the watch station would go off with a yellow alert. Soon, scanning would be directed at the source. In german, and in English, would be the main reply." Unknown Vessal this is Star Base Cloud Post. Please Identify, and state your intentions and purpose. "would be the nearly automatic reply. Once the request was given, and recived, the station would scan them again aiming for the weapon systems checking to see if they were on and active, or offline and truely diplomatic. If they where offline a pause would be given, and they would be directed to the left side of the station. It was like a giant square, with an addon to the side, and a castle fortress of metal and sensors ontop and in the middle. Three satilite stations with construction scafolding formed a triangle around it at varying elevations in relation to it.
drogan, in response to the subsequent transmission that the Station sent out, Called up a Display Screen to Relay the message the station had sent to him directly for his own evaluation, the Dragonlike Holo representation of the Ships Entity coiled around his shoulders. It was a basic message, akin to what his people sent to their own first encounter events, and Responding to it was Fair straight forward. "Star Base Cloud port" He Responded in Tenebrean codex, the lesser entities of the near city sized vessel traslating it based on the languages picked up from channels in system. "This is the Tenebrean War Cruiser "Dark Horizons" and Escorts, Requesting Permission to dock for first contact and Diplomatic Establishments." he paused after responding to them, Awaiting the Reaction of the Massive station to their first contact. the Armament systems of his ship shut down in light of the situation.
Deneb Alucard the station detects weapons where offline. Its own defenses going to standby for now as a becon at the designated docking port begins to activate. Twelve more SCC teched ships power up and move off into another direction twords another Space station under construction followed with another sphereoid shaped troop Transport entering the system.-Beepeep- Comissiar Rotckappchen looks up in his office. -Beepeepeep-. he reaches out to press a buttion on his desk." Yes? What is it now. "the voice responds back,'' Sir, we have another alien craft inbound. It is requesting..... A Diplomatic meeting. "he gets up as he straightens out his overcoat." Again? Is it another coalition ship? Just late on the news? "he asks as he ponders to himself looking to the door." No, its entirely different looking. I did not catch.... Who they said they where. But its the Dark Horizions. "he gives a nod." Allright Alert Deneb, i will bring them to HIM seeing hes actually on station this time. Dammnit i am a Commisar, not a Diplomat.... "he grumps as he heads out the door. Once the ship was close enough the tractor beams power up and guide and slide the ship into position as the clamps close in as it searches for a place to connect to.
As the Station gave its Approval towards their request, the Dark horizons and its Escourts Engaged their NullDrive units and crossed the distance between their position in far orbit and a short distance from Cloud port station in what was preceived to be mear minutes. the ship and its supporting escourt vessels appearing from blurs that appeared from the direction of the outer system. "sir," The Horiozons captain reported to Drogan with a salute to the Calvera. "They're requesting permission to Begin docking procedures sir." "They need not ask, Give them Access." Drogan said, Conversing with the Ships entity that still perched on his shoulder. as the Aldebaran class Vessel was maneuvered into position to dock, it would have been an impressive sight to behold for the captain and crews of most of the vessels nearby to see the Tenebrean craft, which in its size and class was nearly 1/5 the size of the station docked along its side. As the ship nears the clamps, they eventually Find several Large Airlock ports along the ancient vessels hull. On the Bridge, Drogan stood. taking a moment to Tidy the coller His fleet Admiral uniform Greatcoat. "Start establising Open channels to their Comm systems." He advised several of the Officers. "We want to Establish Communications not isolate ourselves.. " He moved to leave the bridge, the Horizons entitys Representation following in the air behind him, maintaining communications through thier neural link.
standing on the other side would be Commisar Rotckappchen and a vanguard of Royal Guard. There armour and the likes a bit more fancy then would actually be on the battlefield. Somewhat matching the designs of germanys world war two planes with varied greatly and had a tendancy to be preaty darn cool. All of them hat the MG 42 hitler buzzsaw strapped over there shoulder and down the hallway was a Tankette, with guns raised, not aimed however. It backed up and took a left. makeshift defenseworks brought in fresh from Earth itself from the exodus war." Greetings. "the commisar would say firstly in german, then in english. Then waited to see what sort of reply he got. Hoping they knew one of the two so he would not have to spend the afternoon trying to jimmyrig something. A few ships did pass overhead the ship shining there spotlights across the hull as if to study the markings of this new and strange first encounter. Deneb himself would be heading twords the briefing room as he passed briefly in sight from where the where for only a moment. A tall blue skinned being with horns and yellow hair.
As Admiral Drogan and the Higher officers of the ship made thier way down to the Airlock bays that seperated the Ships Atmosphere from the stations enviornment, he was flanked by members of the ships Onboard Complement of troops, Heavilly armored Tenebrean soldiers and thier War Caste Calvera counterparts alike. Thier armor plating in deep shades of Red and grey. all of them held standard issue Tenebrean Versus Pulse rifles and bolters. Held, Like the soldiers on the otherside at attention, not aimed or even in true firing positions. the Dragonlike Holographic representation of the ships entity still hovering in the air near him. As the doors of the airlock unlocked with Deep thuds and clankings as their mechanisms unlocked themselves and drew the heavy metal doors apart. him and his crew saw the members of the raace they were attempting to contact for the first time. their commander, of his decorated attire and armor was any signafier speaking a greeting in their base langauge of english. a language that, admittidly he hadnt picked up that well in the times he had heard it. The Horizons however picked up on this and took the liberty of acting as his communication on its shoulder. Translating what the commisar had just said. DRogan nodded his metal skull at the greeting and gave his return in the strange almost overlapping word of the Tenebrean Codex. "i'll thank you for your greetings, as they are most appreciated. I give mine in return." he paused then continued. "Greetings, people of Cloud Station and Earth." The Entity Translated what he had said into the english language, settling around the Calveras shoulders again as it did.
Comissar Rotckappchen looked to the holographic thing with a curious glance before looking back to DRogan." Very well then. If you would, follow me this way. "he says after shaking his hand or paw. They would past the Tankette with a mix of AP and HMG weaponry. A creatively employed recovered mix of items from the allies who left while they stayed and faught. There was even a few bullet marks across it telling the tale of the battle that it was used in months earlier before its long jounry in a troop transport. He passes the two guards outside the door as he then about faces and holds out a gloved paw, leaning forward in gest silently watching him. The sensor on the door detecting the passing and the hand and opens where it remains so. The two guards go from parade rest to attention. Holding there weapon up and down forward in salute fashion to the comissar and the leader DRogan. There human faces covered in a gator neck of sorts that gave the apearence of a grinning skull over there faces. There shoulders badges having the twin lighting bolt on the black shield. SS, from the western defense. There flag still showing germanys colours. As the change from Germany to the DHR, happend in the mid conflict. Things where not fully set up on this end it seemed but they where doing what they could.
Drogan nodded, the Entity around his shoulders regarding the comissar with a glance that was equally curious in its nature, cocking its head as it did. "Of course" he said, the entity translating for him as he shook the mans hand with his own segmented metal one. as him and his men followed the comissar and his troops to wherever it was thet they would meet their representatives, he couldnt help but glance at the War machines they passed on the way, they didnt look as if they were constructed for the enviornment they were in, but the design to them spoke well of the strength that might have lain behind them. He stood silently for a moment as the man stopped to open a security lockdown. His attention being drawn to the two guards momentarily as they shifted the positions of their guns, his own guards keeping their stances as they were. and he couldnt help regard them with his own grinning skull of a face momentarily, taking in thier uniforms and their symbols, the entity, which had managed to keep itself corporal and with him, although its true core of intellegence still lay onboard their vessel, someways behind them now. Had uncoiled itself somewhat from him, and spoke aloud, mirroring his own curiosity of the Vessels and the obvious implications that lay behind thier models being present in the system. "There are vessels among your fleet that we glimpsed on our way into yor system, Their designs are familier to us. Of an empire known as the SSC. Would your race be familier with them?" it asked in its deep militarized voice.
Deneb Alucard the comissar replied." They where the only ones on earth that helped us, while everyone one turned tail and fled. However...I know not how they got there, or WHY they where there, thats a question for another day. The ships, a gift. "then Comissar Rotckappchen would then step back as he then placed his hands behind himself. One clasping the other as he silently watched. Deneb himself awaiting inside overhearing the conversation with curiousity. He was a curious being. Far off one might think a blue horse, up close, a dinosaur. His eyes seemingly having a piercing quality to them. His outfit that simular to a commisar outfit but many more ribbions and decorations of astetic design." well... Thats a race i did not expect, the Dorians would love them... "he said to himself as his elbows rested on the table and his paws kept his head up.
Drogan would then nod his appreciation toward Rotkappchen as he stepped past the Comissar, his men keeping thier pace. Spreading out as he entered the room. His decorated gold and black plate metal armor of Tenedermis overlaying his Admirals greatcoat catching the light wtih dull Glints. The entity, remaing guiet. Regarded the Blue skinned Creature sitting across the table from them for a moment before uncoiling its Transparent body from the Calvaras shoulders, settling itself on the table, relying what Dened has just mused. Presently drogan sat down, ragarding Deneb with glowing crimson eyes. After a moments pause, he spoke up in his odd echoing mechanical voice in the odd encirlcling language of the Tenebrean codex. The entity again translating for him. "I would not have Expected to have seen an organism such as yourself amongst the Terran either... But on that note i assume that proper introductions are in order... I am Drogan. fleet admiral of the 22nd Tenbrean War fleet. and Captain of the Dark Horizons. Whome is here in the Creature you see here." He said, motioning towards the entity on the table, who regarded him curtly.
Deneb Alucard looks to the strange hologram entity trailing over Drogan." Yes, but the ancient peoples of earth always spoke of those who came from above yes? "he mused and grinned." But you, may call me, Deneb Alucard. The name of which has a few meanings. And this infant of an Empire, the Draken Hoth republik. Formerly known as Germany. "the door closed behind drogan and his PSD detail." I must admit, i did not expect people to be so hospitable. The entire history of man is one war after another, then whatever hijacked the russians... I started to wonder if ALL sentients where that way. But i will not complain. Please.. "he lifts a paw to the seat before Drogan." Have a seat. would you like some tea aswell? I discovered that chai tastes really good from my time in the middle east and in Africa... "after all it could have been a person under there? A power armour of sorts? He seen wearable machines with the Tuetonic Knight division of SCC with the eastern front." Fleet Admiral Drogan. "he said seemingly liking the sound of the name, but raised a brow at the mention of a - war - fleet.
"I'm afraid not." Drogan said as he took the seat offered to him, the Dragonlike entity turning its head to look at him as he did before translating what he said. "What you see before you is essentally my skin at this point... Not really fully organic underneith it either." He Banged a segmented hand on his chest to ephisize the point. "Although i would appreciate the Tea. I can still taste food and drink to an extent." He went on, turning his head slightly as the doors closed behind him. nodding as Deneb spoke his name. "Indeed." He said, noting the way that deneb raised a brow at the mention of his command. "you need not worry," he said. "It'ss imply my rank of command, I'm here as a diplomat, not as a commander of a War Fleet. Your race has done nothing to use to warrent such an action..."
Deneb Alucard gives a nod as he motions for one of the guards in the room to go get the tea from the other room. He goes to attention and proceeds, returning after a few moments." Interesting, so... living robots. "he looks down at a strewn out assortment of files." Hmmm... How to start this. Youll... have to excuse my lack of pratice of public speaking or diplomatic matters. Most of my experince of the sort of thing was during the middle of a war. So... Guess i will wing it. And we can tell each other about our selves as a people. So we then can have a clue on how to approach.... The trade agreements which would idealy be set up? And if you want, yourself aswell. I guess, you being the guest goes first? Then afterwards there is posta be a concert on the station later and well for the next month theres going to be a celebratory fare down on Stratix. A good opertunity for face to face between our peoples.." he notes to Admiral Drogan" . but back on track. I am very curious about your... kind."
The guard comes over to your side and sets down the tray and pours you a tall glass of Chai. Optional lemons and honey on the tray itself as he then offers to the guards belonging to Drogan.
Admiral Drogan nods his thanks to the guard as he places the full glass before him, Taking a lemon with a curious nature before putting it in his drink with a plink of ice. "Thank you Deneb." He said, the Entity again translating for him. "The hospitality of your people towards mine is hugely appreciated." he Paused as he took a sip from his glass before continuing. "And worry not of your experiance with diplomatic affairs, I'm not trained in the art of Negotiations very much myself, in that way i can relate strongly." He nodded. the entiy pausing as he waited for Denebs reaction. "I suppose that we'll need to speak of our as a culture yes. So how would you like to begin with that? We would be more then open to many of them..."
Deneb Alucard ponders a bit as he looks to the side." Hmmm. What governmental... system do you use? How friendly they are with outsiders. A little bit of there culture... or atleast schedule a Inter culture fair on Stratix or on planet Weam. What is your favourite holiday? Or... culterial celebrational day whatever it might be called over there. What do you... consider food or fuel? What is your nations suprluse productions and what does your nation lack?Sadly i wont have a reply to that same question until the Robot factorys from SCC, and The coalition are complete. And i send out proper survey teams and start the needed facilitys. So i will get back with you on that however i am certain metals will always be needed along with the more denser.... metals. "he gives a nod and ponders more refined questions
Drogan paused momentarily as he took in Denebs questions, then nodded his head once he had finished. Answering them in turn. "i am a member of the Race of the Calvara." He answered, "My people, employ the use of what your proplr refer to as a Semi-confederate Council system in our territories. Although the overall arrangements is quite different. usually We're quite friendly with outsiders. Unless they get hostile." he said. Motioning to the Entity which spoke up on its own for the first time. "On the Regard Sir?" It asked. "Can i ask that your men kindly stop shining their spotlights in my eyes? It's rather irritating..." It said. Referring to its Vessel form docked at the station. before nodding its peace and allowing Drogan to continue. "We have multiple factions, each with thier own cultures. my favorite date of recognition is The day of convergence, when the suns in my home system allign themselves in a spectacular show. a big event there. Food and fuel sources vary, althoough we mostly use Versus energy. a near limitless resourse. As for surplus, That would be in the production of Ships, Entities, and Drive systems." He Finished. "Thats about as much as i can answer on my own without returned information on your culture." He said flatly. "Although that mention of an exchange of cultures through hospitality may yeild a bit more... Now." He said. "The same questions... for your own culture and people."
Deneb Alucard gives a nod as he types in a text to the patrols to shift to IR or Thermal Reciveing ways of studying rather then emiting Photons. They did both before the time event, and during the exodus war invent such optics. Just, it was still a new concept and not a habbit yet. The ships would then shift to such methods as orderd." Right. "he jots down Semi ConFederate for personal note to research later on in german wrighting." We to are... somewhat friendly to outsiders. Thing is we... never really... had much contact... Infact after ancient times came and pass. Visitors had to conceal themselves as fellow humans. They tended to be piloted to hate others that so much as even thought differently much less read a different version of the same bible... But that is over now. Modern times, that pratice has faded as science started to make a resurgence. humans themselves, if not tainted into hate from government propaganda and driven to hate due to such, can be very friendly and open minded. And if allowed have a great curiousity. Us reptillians however lack the emotional bandwith that humans grown and evolved to.... enjoy. But that dosent mean i can not get excited, i just do not show it as well. We started as... a Imperial system, started to veer twords a dicator ship but seemingly are drifting into a blend of Libertarianisum mixed with republic minded ordeals and bitys of Democracy. We enjoy freedom of the individual, but realize a large government will be needed to keep a running robust military and control over more then one world. But do not want to be overbearing about it. So i guess i will have to say i will get back to you when i finally figure out what system we most allignwith cause tis all confusing really. Both us few Reptillians, and the humans love plant and animal. Reptillians more so... Meat. And something else. Holiday? Well not sure if christmas counts any more or anything the old earth used to have. Well have to hold meetings to re organize that but i am sure there will be a replacement of which the exodus from earth will be celebrated. "ponders a moment as he picks up a pen and taps it on the table." We have always been a very industerious and Creative people. Always have been the best at Developing new war time technologys and creating new weapons and producting the best and pratical tanks and air craft. But whatever the topic our scientists are more then eager to apply there best efforts. So i guess... weapons production and... oh yes. Beer. The rest yet to be determined. "
Drogan Regarded the Blue creature With a look of Heavy regard, as well as a form of peaked interest. The entity on the table Becoming aware of his trains of thought and turning to regard him with a look of Semi Restrained Skepticism. But still translating for him none the less. "Beer you say?" HeLooked around the room, then back at the entity. "Well, Needless to say i think that some of my crew wouldbe glad to partake in that. Not all of us have Made the transferral to totally bio-mechanical bodies..." He paused for a moment. The entity nodding its head thoughtfully as its inner systems onboard the ship went over further operations onboard. "They would appreciate the idea of a temporary leave while we establish further alliance agreements and Trade operations." He stopped talking then, the entity waiting for a few seconds to take in and translate Denebs Response, before perking up and Speaking again on its own. "Thank you for telling your men to switch their frequencies Deneb... It's very appreciated."
Deneb Alucard seemingly was mostly emotionless but very calculating." Bio Mechanical? "he swiftly thought of things dreampt up of only a mind like H.R. Giger... but quickly brushed the thought asside. His strange eyes glancing over to the others in the room curiously." So are you... The Spirit of the ship i take it? "he cants his head only slightly before sipping more on his Chai.
"Indeed i am." the entity said as it nodded its head and took a few cautious steps towards the Creature, trying not to seem threatening. "i am The Overseer entity of the ship, not As much of it's AI as much as i am its Soul. Dark horizon. At your attention my good sir." It bowed its head in aformal greeting. Across the table, Drogan Sipped from his cup as well, the olfactory devices in his pallet and what remained of his nostrels telling him that there were no toxins or drus present in it. He looked at the two as he did, watching denebs Reaction to the entitys addressing of him.
Deneb Alucard looked over him with great curiosity and intrieg." Facinating. I always theorized that the brain is nothing but wires and transisters, compairing the two. And thus it being possible to have a conciousness if you could ever replicate such a thing with technology. But i never imagined i would live to see that day. "he reached out to try and touch it, curious of the nature of the hologram? After all before becoming a leader he was a scientist. That curiousty never died." Can you feel what humans call... emotion? "he asks canting his head.
For a moment, the entity withdrew its armored and horned head slightly as Deneb reached out to touch it, somewhat surprised at the sudden movement, before realizing his intentions and allowing him to lay a hand on its surface. A tingling sensation going through the leaders hand as it came to rest upon the Apparently eitherial form of the Dragonlike Entity, its form surprisingly solid. Akin to a Hard light Hologram. "Yes, I am capible of Feeling "emotions." it said. Canting its own head to looks at Deneb. "My core on the ship was grown from Shards taken from Drogans Versus Apparatus. me and him are linked neurally in that way. From his emotions and Memories i grew to learn them. Two Seperate beings, one Shared Link..." It paused in thought before going on. "We cant feel each others pain though."
Drogan meanwhile, sat quietly, sipping his tea. Watching the entity speak to the Blue skinned commander.
It would have been expected then, that such an undertaking that would have generated such an amount of activity within a single system and orbit would have drawn the curiosity of another race, That race, Were the Tenebreans. And as such would have been any curious races response, That a small Flotilla of their ships shunted into the system on its further fringes under heavy cloaking. On an orbital path above the world of Neptunse space. Admiral Drogan, a member of the Bio mechanical skeletal Race known throughout the tenebrean people as the Calvara looked at the Readout of the system they had entered and its points of colonization, Working out, along with his Synched Entity. The best mode of establishing contact with the systems denizens.
There seemed to be currently there atleast 250 ships seemingly of SCC design but obviously repainted. And a few, really huge ships, under enat cloud post being constructed. The words. Tirptiz, and Bismark, being the two outa three currently readable. Activity seemed heavy throughout a cluster of star systems, but here it was the most active. A group of twelve ships seemingly broke the lot and started to head twords where another star base was currently under way with two of the recently arriveing SCC troop ships. The sudden arrival may have tripped something. But if they were stealth, and did not have any active sneosrs going on they would remain un detected for now. They seemed...... to be migrating into the sector from an unknown location.
fleet admiral Drogan Leaned back in his command throne, the situation, he could tell from his most basic perspective. was Sensitive in terms of establishing First contact. Although he did find some familiarity with the Readouts of SSC Designs. he remained wary. piloting an aldebaran class war Vessel and its escourts, both of which of powerful classes and size, his presense could be misinterpreted as hostile if he entered the system too fast and without announcement. His entity on the other hand, held his own regards for the situation, and advised him that the most resonable course of action, was the most straightforward one. Simply Knocking on the front door of their system so to speak, and requesting permission to dock at one of the massive city sized Stations that reminded him so much of the Megalopolis orbitals his own people built for thier systems. A few minutes more of thought brought him to agree with his Mentally synched Entity, and he issued it the order to begin Trasmissions towards the nearest complete cloud post requesting permission to dock, Giving false readigns to show thier ships as being just outside the system.
The sudden active EM emission set off automated Triggers. The terminals at the watch station would go off with a yellow alert. Soon, scanning would be directed at the source. In german, and in English, would be the main reply." Unknown Vessal this is Star Base Cloud Post. Please Identify, and state your intentions and purpose. "would be the nearly automatic reply. Once the request was given, and recived, the station would scan them again aiming for the weapon systems checking to see if they were on and active, or offline and truely diplomatic. If they where offline a pause would be given, and they would be directed to the left side of the station. It was like a giant square, with an addon to the side, and a castle fortress of metal and sensors ontop and in the middle. Three satilite stations with construction scafolding formed a triangle around it at varying elevations in relation to it.
drogan, in response to the subsequent transmission that the Station sent out, Called up a Display Screen to Relay the message the station had sent to him directly for his own evaluation, the Dragonlike Holo representation of the Ships Entity coiled around his shoulders. It was a basic message, akin to what his people sent to their own first encounter events, and Responding to it was Fair straight forward. "Star Base Cloud port" He Responded in Tenebrean codex, the lesser entities of the near city sized vessel traslating it based on the languages picked up from channels in system. "This is the Tenebrean War Cruiser "Dark Horizons" and Escorts, Requesting Permission to dock for first contact and Diplomatic Establishments." he paused after responding to them, Awaiting the Reaction of the Massive station to their first contact. the Armament systems of his ship shut down in light of the situation.
Deneb Alucard the station detects weapons where offline. Its own defenses going to standby for now as a becon at the designated docking port begins to activate. Twelve more SCC teched ships power up and move off into another direction twords another Space station under construction followed with another sphereoid shaped troop Transport entering the system.-Beepeep- Comissiar Rotckappchen looks up in his office. -Beepeepeep-. he reaches out to press a buttion on his desk." Yes? What is it now. "the voice responds back,'' Sir, we have another alien craft inbound. It is requesting..... A Diplomatic meeting. "he gets up as he straightens out his overcoat." Again? Is it another coalition ship? Just late on the news? "he asks as he ponders to himself looking to the door." No, its entirely different looking. I did not catch.... Who they said they where. But its the Dark Horizions. "he gives a nod." Allright Alert Deneb, i will bring them to HIM seeing hes actually on station this time. Dammnit i am a Commisar, not a Diplomat.... "he grumps as he heads out the door. Once the ship was close enough the tractor beams power up and guide and slide the ship into position as the clamps close in as it searches for a place to connect to.
As the Station gave its Approval towards their request, the Dark horizons and its Escourts Engaged their NullDrive units and crossed the distance between their position in far orbit and a short distance from Cloud port station in what was preceived to be mear minutes. the ship and its supporting escourt vessels appearing from blurs that appeared from the direction of the outer system. "sir," The Horiozons captain reported to Drogan with a salute to the Calvera. "They're requesting permission to Begin docking procedures sir." "They need not ask, Give them Access." Drogan said, Conversing with the Ships entity that still perched on his shoulder. as the Aldebaran class Vessel was maneuvered into position to dock, it would have been an impressive sight to behold for the captain and crews of most of the vessels nearby to see the Tenebrean craft, which in its size and class was nearly 1/5 the size of the station docked along its side. As the ship nears the clamps, they eventually Find several Large Airlock ports along the ancient vessels hull. On the Bridge, Drogan stood. taking a moment to Tidy the coller His fleet Admiral uniform Greatcoat. "Start establising Open channels to their Comm systems." He advised several of the Officers. "We want to Establish Communications not isolate ourselves.. " He moved to leave the bridge, the Horizons entitys Representation following in the air behind him, maintaining communications through thier neural link.
standing on the other side would be Commisar Rotckappchen and a vanguard of Royal Guard. There armour and the likes a bit more fancy then would actually be on the battlefield. Somewhat matching the designs of germanys world war two planes with varied greatly and had a tendancy to be preaty darn cool. All of them hat the MG 42 hitler buzzsaw strapped over there shoulder and down the hallway was a Tankette, with guns raised, not aimed however. It backed up and took a left. makeshift defenseworks brought in fresh from Earth itself from the exodus war." Greetings. "the commisar would say firstly in german, then in english. Then waited to see what sort of reply he got. Hoping they knew one of the two so he would not have to spend the afternoon trying to jimmyrig something. A few ships did pass overhead the ship shining there spotlights across the hull as if to study the markings of this new and strange first encounter. Deneb himself would be heading twords the briefing room as he passed briefly in sight from where the where for only a moment. A tall blue skinned being with horns and yellow hair.
As Admiral Drogan and the Higher officers of the ship made thier way down to the Airlock bays that seperated the Ships Atmosphere from the stations enviornment, he was flanked by members of the ships Onboard Complement of troops, Heavilly armored Tenebrean soldiers and thier War Caste Calvera counterparts alike. Thier armor plating in deep shades of Red and grey. all of them held standard issue Tenebrean Versus Pulse rifles and bolters. Held, Like the soldiers on the otherside at attention, not aimed or even in true firing positions. the Dragonlike Holographic representation of the ships entity still hovering in the air near him. As the doors of the airlock unlocked with Deep thuds and clankings as their mechanisms unlocked themselves and drew the heavy metal doors apart. him and his crew saw the members of the raace they were attempting to contact for the first time. their commander, of his decorated attire and armor was any signafier speaking a greeting in their base langauge of english. a language that, admittidly he hadnt picked up that well in the times he had heard it. The Horizons however picked up on this and took the liberty of acting as his communication on its shoulder. Translating what the commisar had just said. DRogan nodded his metal skull at the greeting and gave his return in the strange almost overlapping word of the Tenebrean Codex. "i'll thank you for your greetings, as they are most appreciated. I give mine in return." he paused then continued. "Greetings, people of Cloud Station and Earth." The Entity Translated what he had said into the english language, settling around the Calveras shoulders again as it did.
Comissar Rotckappchen looked to the holographic thing with a curious glance before looking back to DRogan." Very well then. If you would, follow me this way. "he says after shaking his hand or paw. They would past the Tankette with a mix of AP and HMG weaponry. A creatively employed recovered mix of items from the allies who left while they stayed and faught. There was even a few bullet marks across it telling the tale of the battle that it was used in months earlier before its long jounry in a troop transport. He passes the two guards outside the door as he then about faces and holds out a gloved paw, leaning forward in gest silently watching him. The sensor on the door detecting the passing and the hand and opens where it remains so. The two guards go from parade rest to attention. Holding there weapon up and down forward in salute fashion to the comissar and the leader DRogan. There human faces covered in a gator neck of sorts that gave the apearence of a grinning skull over there faces. There shoulders badges having the twin lighting bolt on the black shield. SS, from the western defense. There flag still showing germanys colours. As the change from Germany to the DHR, happend in the mid conflict. Things where not fully set up on this end it seemed but they where doing what they could.
Drogan nodded, the Entity around his shoulders regarding the comissar with a glance that was equally curious in its nature, cocking its head as it did. "Of course" he said, the entity translating for him as he shook the mans hand with his own segmented metal one. as him and his men followed the comissar and his troops to wherever it was thet they would meet their representatives, he couldnt help but glance at the War machines they passed on the way, they didnt look as if they were constructed for the enviornment they were in, but the design to them spoke well of the strength that might have lain behind them. He stood silently for a moment as the man stopped to open a security lockdown. His attention being drawn to the two guards momentarily as they shifted the positions of their guns, his own guards keeping their stances as they were. and he couldnt help regard them with his own grinning skull of a face momentarily, taking in thier uniforms and their symbols, the entity, which had managed to keep itself corporal and with him, although its true core of intellegence still lay onboard their vessel, someways behind them now. Had uncoiled itself somewhat from him, and spoke aloud, mirroring his own curiosity of the Vessels and the obvious implications that lay behind thier models being present in the system. "There are vessels among your fleet that we glimpsed on our way into yor system, Their designs are familier to us. Of an empire known as the SSC. Would your race be familier with them?" it asked in its deep militarized voice.
Deneb Alucard the comissar replied." They where the only ones on earth that helped us, while everyone one turned tail and fled. However...I know not how they got there, or WHY they where there, thats a question for another day. The ships, a gift. "then Comissar Rotckappchen would then step back as he then placed his hands behind himself. One clasping the other as he silently watched. Deneb himself awaiting inside overhearing the conversation with curiousity. He was a curious being. Far off one might think a blue horse, up close, a dinosaur. His eyes seemingly having a piercing quality to them. His outfit that simular to a commisar outfit but many more ribbions and decorations of astetic design." well... Thats a race i did not expect, the Dorians would love them... "he said to himself as his elbows rested on the table and his paws kept his head up.
Drogan would then nod his appreciation toward Rotkappchen as he stepped past the Comissar, his men keeping thier pace. Spreading out as he entered the room. His decorated gold and black plate metal armor of Tenedermis overlaying his Admirals greatcoat catching the light wtih dull Glints. The entity, remaing guiet. Regarded the Blue skinned Creature sitting across the table from them for a moment before uncoiling its Transparent body from the Calvaras shoulders, settling itself on the table, relying what Dened has just mused. Presently drogan sat down, ragarding Deneb with glowing crimson eyes. After a moments pause, he spoke up in his odd echoing mechanical voice in the odd encirlcling language of the Tenebrean codex. The entity again translating for him. "I would not have Expected to have seen an organism such as yourself amongst the Terran either... But on that note i assume that proper introductions are in order... I am Drogan. fleet admiral of the 22nd Tenbrean War fleet. and Captain of the Dark Horizons. Whome is here in the Creature you see here." He said, motioning towards the entity on the table, who regarded him curtly.
Deneb Alucard looks to the strange hologram entity trailing over Drogan." Yes, but the ancient peoples of earth always spoke of those who came from above yes? "he mused and grinned." But you, may call me, Deneb Alucard. The name of which has a few meanings. And this infant of an Empire, the Draken Hoth republik. Formerly known as Germany. "the door closed behind drogan and his PSD detail." I must admit, i did not expect people to be so hospitable. The entire history of man is one war after another, then whatever hijacked the russians... I started to wonder if ALL sentients where that way. But i will not complain. Please.. "he lifts a paw to the seat before Drogan." Have a seat. would you like some tea aswell? I discovered that chai tastes really good from my time in the middle east and in Africa... "after all it could have been a person under there? A power armour of sorts? He seen wearable machines with the Tuetonic Knight division of SCC with the eastern front." Fleet Admiral Drogan. "he said seemingly liking the sound of the name, but raised a brow at the mention of a - war - fleet.
"I'm afraid not." Drogan said as he took the seat offered to him, the Dragonlike entity turning its head to look at him as he did before translating what he said. "What you see before you is essentally my skin at this point... Not really fully organic underneith it either." He Banged a segmented hand on his chest to ephisize the point. "Although i would appreciate the Tea. I can still taste food and drink to an extent." He went on, turning his head slightly as the doors closed behind him. nodding as Deneb spoke his name. "Indeed." He said, noting the way that deneb raised a brow at the mention of his command. "you need not worry," he said. "It'ss imply my rank of command, I'm here as a diplomat, not as a commander of a War Fleet. Your race has done nothing to use to warrent such an action..."
Deneb Alucard gives a nod as he motions for one of the guards in the room to go get the tea from the other room. He goes to attention and proceeds, returning after a few moments." Interesting, so... living robots. "he looks down at a strewn out assortment of files." Hmmm... How to start this. Youll... have to excuse my lack of pratice of public speaking or diplomatic matters. Most of my experince of the sort of thing was during the middle of a war. So... Guess i will wing it. And we can tell each other about our selves as a people. So we then can have a clue on how to approach.... The trade agreements which would idealy be set up? And if you want, yourself aswell. I guess, you being the guest goes first? Then afterwards there is posta be a concert on the station later and well for the next month theres going to be a celebratory fare down on Stratix. A good opertunity for face to face between our peoples.." he notes to Admiral Drogan" . but back on track. I am very curious about your... kind."
The guard comes over to your side and sets down the tray and pours you a tall glass of Chai. Optional lemons and honey on the tray itself as he then offers to the guards belonging to Drogan.
Admiral Drogan nods his thanks to the guard as he places the full glass before him, Taking a lemon with a curious nature before putting it in his drink with a plink of ice. "Thank you Deneb." He said, the Entity again translating for him. "The hospitality of your people towards mine is hugely appreciated." he Paused as he took a sip from his glass before continuing. "And worry not of your experiance with diplomatic affairs, I'm not trained in the art of Negotiations very much myself, in that way i can relate strongly." He nodded. the entiy pausing as he waited for Denebs reaction. "I suppose that we'll need to speak of our as a culture yes. So how would you like to begin with that? We would be more then open to many of them..."
Deneb Alucard ponders a bit as he looks to the side." Hmmm. What governmental... system do you use? How friendly they are with outsiders. A little bit of there culture... or atleast schedule a Inter culture fair on Stratix or on planet Weam. What is your favourite holiday? Or... culterial celebrational day whatever it might be called over there. What do you... consider food or fuel? What is your nations suprluse productions and what does your nation lack?Sadly i wont have a reply to that same question until the Robot factorys from SCC, and The coalition are complete. And i send out proper survey teams and start the needed facilitys. So i will get back with you on that however i am certain metals will always be needed along with the more denser.... metals. "he gives a nod and ponders more refined questions
Drogan paused momentarily as he took in Denebs questions, then nodded his head once he had finished. Answering them in turn. "i am a member of the Race of the Calvara." He answered, "My people, employ the use of what your proplr refer to as a Semi-confederate Council system in our territories. Although the overall arrangements is quite different. usually We're quite friendly with outsiders. Unless they get hostile." he said. Motioning to the Entity which spoke up on its own for the first time. "On the Regard Sir?" It asked. "Can i ask that your men kindly stop shining their spotlights in my eyes? It's rather irritating..." It said. Referring to its Vessel form docked at the station. before nodding its peace and allowing Drogan to continue. "We have multiple factions, each with thier own cultures. my favorite date of recognition is The day of convergence, when the suns in my home system allign themselves in a spectacular show. a big event there. Food and fuel sources vary, althoough we mostly use Versus energy. a near limitless resourse. As for surplus, That would be in the production of Ships, Entities, and Drive systems." He Finished. "Thats about as much as i can answer on my own without returned information on your culture." He said flatly. "Although that mention of an exchange of cultures through hospitality may yeild a bit more... Now." He said. "The same questions... for your own culture and people."
Deneb Alucard gives a nod as he types in a text to the patrols to shift to IR or Thermal Reciveing ways of studying rather then emiting Photons. They did both before the time event, and during the exodus war invent such optics. Just, it was still a new concept and not a habbit yet. The ships would then shift to such methods as orderd." Right. "he jots down Semi ConFederate for personal note to research later on in german wrighting." We to are... somewhat friendly to outsiders. Thing is we... never really... had much contact... Infact after ancient times came and pass. Visitors had to conceal themselves as fellow humans. They tended to be piloted to hate others that so much as even thought differently much less read a different version of the same bible... But that is over now. Modern times, that pratice has faded as science started to make a resurgence. humans themselves, if not tainted into hate from government propaganda and driven to hate due to such, can be very friendly and open minded. And if allowed have a great curiousity. Us reptillians however lack the emotional bandwith that humans grown and evolved to.... enjoy. But that dosent mean i can not get excited, i just do not show it as well. We started as... a Imperial system, started to veer twords a dicator ship but seemingly are drifting into a blend of Libertarianisum mixed with republic minded ordeals and bitys of Democracy. We enjoy freedom of the individual, but realize a large government will be needed to keep a running robust military and control over more then one world. But do not want to be overbearing about it. So i guess i will have to say i will get back to you when i finally figure out what system we most allignwith cause tis all confusing really. Both us few Reptillians, and the humans love plant and animal. Reptillians more so... Meat. And something else. Holiday? Well not sure if christmas counts any more or anything the old earth used to have. Well have to hold meetings to re organize that but i am sure there will be a replacement of which the exodus from earth will be celebrated. "ponders a moment as he picks up a pen and taps it on the table." We have always been a very industerious and Creative people. Always have been the best at Developing new war time technologys and creating new weapons and producting the best and pratical tanks and air craft. But whatever the topic our scientists are more then eager to apply there best efforts. So i guess... weapons production and... oh yes. Beer. The rest yet to be determined. "
Drogan Regarded the Blue creature With a look of Heavy regard, as well as a form of peaked interest. The entity on the table Becoming aware of his trains of thought and turning to regard him with a look of Semi Restrained Skepticism. But still translating for him none the less. "Beer you say?" HeLooked around the room, then back at the entity. "Well, Needless to say i think that some of my crew wouldbe glad to partake in that. Not all of us have Made the transferral to totally bio-mechanical bodies..." He paused for a moment. The entity nodding its head thoughtfully as its inner systems onboard the ship went over further operations onboard. "They would appreciate the idea of a temporary leave while we establish further alliance agreements and Trade operations." He stopped talking then, the entity waiting for a few seconds to take in and translate Denebs Response, before perking up and Speaking again on its own. "Thank you for telling your men to switch their frequencies Deneb... It's very appreciated."
Deneb Alucard seemingly was mostly emotionless but very calculating." Bio Mechanical? "he swiftly thought of things dreampt up of only a mind like H.R. Giger... but quickly brushed the thought asside. His strange eyes glancing over to the others in the room curiously." So are you... The Spirit of the ship i take it? "he cants his head only slightly before sipping more on his Chai.
"Indeed i am." the entity said as it nodded its head and took a few cautious steps towards the Creature, trying not to seem threatening. "i am The Overseer entity of the ship, not As much of it's AI as much as i am its Soul. Dark horizon. At your attention my good sir." It bowed its head in aformal greeting. Across the table, Drogan Sipped from his cup as well, the olfactory devices in his pallet and what remained of his nostrels telling him that there were no toxins or drus present in it. He looked at the two as he did, watching denebs Reaction to the entitys addressing of him.
Deneb Alucard looked over him with great curiosity and intrieg." Facinating. I always theorized that the brain is nothing but wires and transisters, compairing the two. And thus it being possible to have a conciousness if you could ever replicate such a thing with technology. But i never imagined i would live to see that day. "he reached out to try and touch it, curious of the nature of the hologram? After all before becoming a leader he was a scientist. That curiousty never died." Can you feel what humans call... emotion? "he asks canting his head.
For a moment, the entity withdrew its armored and horned head slightly as Deneb reached out to touch it, somewhat surprised at the sudden movement, before realizing his intentions and allowing him to lay a hand on its surface. A tingling sensation going through the leaders hand as it came to rest upon the Apparently eitherial form of the Dragonlike Entity, its form surprisingly solid. Akin to a Hard light Hologram. "Yes, I am capible of Feeling "emotions." it said. Canting its own head to looks at Deneb. "My core on the ship was grown from Shards taken from Drogans Versus Apparatus. me and him are linked neurally in that way. From his emotions and Memories i grew to learn them. Two Seperate beings, one Shared Link..." It paused in thought before going on. "We cant feel each others pain though."
Drogan meanwhile, sat quietly, sipping his tea. Watching the entity speak to the Blue skinned commander.