Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 17, 2017 13:53:47 GMT
Kalaedan space: Blexk System
The 17" plasma screen display showed a representation of the solar system known as Blexk, moving ever so slowly as the planets moved about their gravitational course. The observation tower stood high above the desolate swamps below, on the planet Zabrosh. Kalaedans moved about, doing their everyday work, gathering information on the newly settled planet's local fauna and flora.
An alarm sounded. The high pitched whining pulsed in the ears of every Kalaedan in the room. The head engineer ran to the galactic display, only to see an orange triangle moving on the edge of the system.
"Zabrosh Observation, reporting to Knyaz Mikhael." The knyaz heard a voice in his head.
He placed his hand upon his starplatinum card, and focused his mana. "What is it?" His gross displeasure at being interrupted apparent.
"We have an unknown craft entering Bozhe's Chosen territory, please advise."
Mikhael grumbled to himself, "I'll take care of it, go about your business."
The knyaz entered the orbital starport's command deck, an air of authority emanating from his presence. He strode to the communication centre, and sent a audio/video feed to the intruding ship.
The man's radiant skin shone brightly in the feed, and his tone of voice changed to a slightly more accommodating one. "Hello, I am Knyaz Mikhael, I represent Bozhe's Chosen, and am in command of operations within this system, which is protected under the domain of Velikii Tsar Vladimir the Giant Slayer, Great Commandant of Bozhe's Chosen. Please identify yourself."
The Dart class cruiser cut engines as soon as the incoming message came in. Long range sensor readings had shown an unknown developed faction which had not appeared on previous intelligence systems. Captain Mallark oversaw the read outs as they came through, the 4km ship burning retro thrusters to come to halt. "Sir Incoming hail, running it through translation software" The communications specialist announced across the bridge, which was a hive of activity. "Alright everyone this is first contact scenario, and let’s see what they have to say" The chime came through that the AI and translation software had pieced together enough of the message, listening Mallark pressed the open coms button on his command chair to reply "This is Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds, we come in peace and are merely scouting this region of space. It is an honour to meet your people for the first time" He then turned to the crew "If things get hot activate weaponry and charge jump drive, we aren’t sticking around for a fight" The crew nodding in reply.
Mikhael watched the ship's readings and turned to his communications engineer, "Make sure that we have accommodations for a cruiser in our starport, we're going to invite them in for a meal."
The Knyaz picked up the microphone laying on the engineer's desk, and relayed one more message to the foreign ship. "In the name of Bozhe, I insist that you dock at our starport, Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds." He stated confidently, "We shall provide your crew with food and will make any accommodation you request, our galactic coordinates are 48 Degrees Latitude, 94 Degrees Longitude, 28 AUs from your position."
Mallark look around with a smile on his face, the crew also smiling, a small cheer went up. They were potentially friendly. Excellent Mallark thought any new ally is a boon for the Union and the galaxy as a whole.
“Helm plot a course for the station, keep weapons down but shields on standard. We shall dock with their station and see how this goes, it’s nice to be welcomed for once” He laughed the crew nodding in return.
“That is very charitable of you Knyaz Mikhael we will be more than happy to dock and meet with your people and yourself, perhaps we can come to some terms and learn between our peoples. We will bring our ship in now. The Dart class once again fired up its Ion drives and began the journey towards the large station getting ever closer as the ships AI and helm steered it in to the coordinates, receiving the docking procedure coordinates from the station as the ship came in, using its manuvering thrusters to stop its 4km bulk from impacting the station. With a graceful clamp the Dart class came to a stop all docked and ready to go.
Kalaedans were scurrying about the hangar bay, going about their normal work, while making sure a safe environment was kept for their visitors.
Mikhael waited in front of the loading bay, watching for his guest of honour to arrive. Suddenly, a green signal light flashed near the bay doors, Captain Mallark stepped out of the craft, as if on cue.
Offering a handshake, the Knyaz stepped forward to meet this potential ally, his outstretched hand almost the size of the officer's head.
"I'm honoured to have you aboard my starport, Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds," he continued, "Please, have your men follow my assistant here, we have a great meal prepared for your crew."
Mallark grinned “The honour is mine, it is not every day our people are greeting in such an esteemed manner, a select number of the crew will be joining us, the rest will be tending to the ship and undergoing any necessary maintenance, you know how ships are” He laughed. Looking at Mikhael he was huge, far taller than any of the other humans and on par with the Angels in size. His skin was also the most interesting of blue colours, much like the Unions own colour, ironic he thought perhaps it would tie them closer together.
“It is an interesting station you have here Mikhael” Mallark began “Far bigger than anything I am used to, we have our share of large races in the Union but none quite as tall as you”
The knyaz let out a friendly laugh, his voice booming throughout the area, "Ah, we get that a lot, can you believe that?" He jested. "So, you're a multi-race faction?"
Mikhael led his guests throughout the starport, leading them into an even larger room. This hall was lined with iron tables, around 1km in length. He led them to the head of the room where a smaller, more ornate table lay.
Mallark nodded "Oh yes we have hundreds of races in the Unions fold however there are main races which work alongside us" He gestured behind him to some of the crew, some were elven in appearance, long hair, angled features, pointed ears and piercing eyes. A few more were large reptilians, green scaly skin but with a gentle appearance while a few more were large insectoids, with multiple limbs, large eyes and carapace but too also passive "The Cylaurians, Jorgal and Violar to name a few" He looked around as he and his crew were led a lot of them talking and muttering amongst themselves "An impressive display of engineering here"
"Very diverse, I imagine your culture is very interesting," He continued, "We are but one race, but we have non-intelligent races in our employ."
The large Kalaedan sat down in the middle chair, motioning the captain to sit beside him, shortly after, the waiters had arrived with the first course.
A plate was fixed for everyone, "Stuffed Urk, seared in the blazing volcanos of Sekira, garnished with a sprig of Kop'yish holly, and a Ulysses Strongbrew to drink." The waiter stated, before bowing and taking his leave.
Mikhael continued, after biting off the leg of the roasted beast that resembled a gigantic chicken. "It's amazing what you can do with cheap materials, great logistics, and a little bit of creativity, but I'm sure you have structures just as grand."
"Your race does seem incredibly interesting, your evolutionary track to take your people to where they are today would interest many of our biologists" He said taking a seat, along with his crew, many of them starting to tuck into the food, the majority finding the food absolutely exquisite "This is some brilliant cooking, I have to say I don’t think I’ve eaten like this in many months now, as for structures yes we have our engineering marvels. It would be good for your people to perhaps see them someday"
The goliath chuckled, "Our biological structure is a trade secret," He winked, taking a swig of the strong ale, "However, we would be honoured to see your civilization, and I would like to extend an invitation to the Union, to come see our capitol, Molotok. This is merely an outlying system in our territory, our major planets are much more..." He paused, "Well-developed."
Mallark nodded “We would be happy to do so, I’m sure the Admiral would be interested in such an endeavour we pride ourselves in acceptance and gaining new allies. This galaxy has been fraught with such allies and also enemies. It is good to find another friendly face in this dark times” Mallark took more bites as he saw his crew merrily tucking in to the various food available all quite happy and joking with some of the Kalaedan waiters and people who had come to see what the commotion was about.
“Our people seem to get on very well, perhaps we can negotiate some sort of alliance between our peoples” Mallark said finishing off the stuffed Urk with a grin.
"Definitely, what kind of terms did you have in mind?" Mikhael asked, "I am within my power to create alliances with other factions, so I can accept or deny anything you propose."
Mallark smiled "Excellent. I too have the ability to make whatever pact I wish however it will have to be officialised by high command. Perhaps some trade routes be established between our people and some sort of information trade so we can learn more about each other’s races"
Mikhael clapped his hands together, "Well then!" He exclaimed, "I'll have a non-aggression pact written up, with articles on trade routes and intelligence trading, I'll have it delivered to your ship, so you can run it by your 'High Command.'"
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I would also like to send a few diplomats to your home world, just some Knyazs to represent Bozhe's Chosen, and experience your culture."
“That sounds like an exceptional idea. I will inform high command as soon as I leave here with the details and send them your proposal, as well as tell them to expect a delegation” He pulled a small crystal out of his captain’s jacket “Here, I downloaded this when I left the ship. It contains our co-ordinates and our entire history. Use it as you see fit, consider it a gift of goodwill in return for this meal” Mallark grinned. Another cheer from the crew coming from the massive table as another terrible joke was said.
The large Knyaz wiped the glistening Urk grease from his mouth before receiving the crystal, "I shall make sure this information is archived, you can think of the kalaedans I'll be sending with you as databases as well, they're both very well-versed in our proud nation's history and culture."
Mikhael handed the tiny crystal to a kalaedan behind him, who then took his leave.
"Well, it seems the night has grown old, perhaps it's time for us to go our separate ways, feel free to use our spare Knyaz Quarters for a night, if you please." He stood up, and outstretched his hand, offering the man a handshake.
Mallark nodded “Of course, we shall stay the night while our ship undergoes maintenance. Tomorrow we shall make our way back on patrol and relay the information of today’s momentous event to high command” He turned to see his crew still partying “They may be up for a while somewhat, I’m sure your people won’t mind, any problems you know where to find me. Mikhael I shall take my leave” He put his hand to shake the massive blue giants in return, his hand dwarfed by Mikhaels twice over at least.
With that, the two factions parted ways for the evening, as the two officials left the room, the fraternizing kalaedans began showing Mallark's men the wonders of Crank Music. Each man retired to their quarters for the evening, pondering what wonders awaited them next.
The 17" plasma screen display showed a representation of the solar system known as Blexk, moving ever so slowly as the planets moved about their gravitational course. The observation tower stood high above the desolate swamps below, on the planet Zabrosh. Kalaedans moved about, doing their everyday work, gathering information on the newly settled planet's local fauna and flora.
An alarm sounded. The high pitched whining pulsed in the ears of every Kalaedan in the room. The head engineer ran to the galactic display, only to see an orange triangle moving on the edge of the system.
"Zabrosh Observation, reporting to Knyaz Mikhael." The knyaz heard a voice in his head.
He placed his hand upon his starplatinum card, and focused his mana. "What is it?" His gross displeasure at being interrupted apparent.
"We have an unknown craft entering Bozhe's Chosen territory, please advise."
Mikhael grumbled to himself, "I'll take care of it, go about your business."
The knyaz entered the orbital starport's command deck, an air of authority emanating from his presence. He strode to the communication centre, and sent a audio/video feed to the intruding ship.
The man's radiant skin shone brightly in the feed, and his tone of voice changed to a slightly more accommodating one. "Hello, I am Knyaz Mikhael, I represent Bozhe's Chosen, and am in command of operations within this system, which is protected under the domain of Velikii Tsar Vladimir the Giant Slayer, Great Commandant of Bozhe's Chosen. Please identify yourself."
The Dart class cruiser cut engines as soon as the incoming message came in. Long range sensor readings had shown an unknown developed faction which had not appeared on previous intelligence systems. Captain Mallark oversaw the read outs as they came through, the 4km ship burning retro thrusters to come to halt. "Sir Incoming hail, running it through translation software" The communications specialist announced across the bridge, which was a hive of activity. "Alright everyone this is first contact scenario, and let’s see what they have to say" The chime came through that the AI and translation software had pieced together enough of the message, listening Mallark pressed the open coms button on his command chair to reply "This is Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds, we come in peace and are merely scouting this region of space. It is an honour to meet your people for the first time" He then turned to the crew "If things get hot activate weaponry and charge jump drive, we aren’t sticking around for a fight" The crew nodding in reply.
Mikhael watched the ship's readings and turned to his communications engineer, "Make sure that we have accommodations for a cruiser in our starport, we're going to invite them in for a meal."
The Knyaz picked up the microphone laying on the engineer's desk, and relayed one more message to the foreign ship. "In the name of Bozhe, I insist that you dock at our starport, Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds." He stated confidently, "We shall provide your crew with food and will make any accommodation you request, our galactic coordinates are 48 Degrees Latitude, 94 Degrees Longitude, 28 AUs from your position."
Mallark look around with a smile on his face, the crew also smiling, a small cheer went up. They were potentially friendly. Excellent Mallark thought any new ally is a boon for the Union and the galaxy as a whole.
“Helm plot a course for the station, keep weapons down but shields on standard. We shall dock with their station and see how this goes, it’s nice to be welcomed for once” He laughed the crew nodding in return.
“That is very charitable of you Knyaz Mikhael we will be more than happy to dock and meet with your people and yourself, perhaps we can come to some terms and learn between our peoples. We will bring our ship in now. The Dart class once again fired up its Ion drives and began the journey towards the large station getting ever closer as the ships AI and helm steered it in to the coordinates, receiving the docking procedure coordinates from the station as the ship came in, using its manuvering thrusters to stop its 4km bulk from impacting the station. With a graceful clamp the Dart class came to a stop all docked and ready to go.
Kalaedans were scurrying about the hangar bay, going about their normal work, while making sure a safe environment was kept for their visitors.
Mikhael waited in front of the loading bay, watching for his guest of honour to arrive. Suddenly, a green signal light flashed near the bay doors, Captain Mallark stepped out of the craft, as if on cue.
Offering a handshake, the Knyaz stepped forward to meet this potential ally, his outstretched hand almost the size of the officer's head.
"I'm honoured to have you aboard my starport, Captain Mallark of the Union of Worlds," he continued, "Please, have your men follow my assistant here, we have a great meal prepared for your crew."
Mallark grinned “The honour is mine, it is not every day our people are greeting in such an esteemed manner, a select number of the crew will be joining us, the rest will be tending to the ship and undergoing any necessary maintenance, you know how ships are” He laughed. Looking at Mikhael he was huge, far taller than any of the other humans and on par with the Angels in size. His skin was also the most interesting of blue colours, much like the Unions own colour, ironic he thought perhaps it would tie them closer together.
“It is an interesting station you have here Mikhael” Mallark began “Far bigger than anything I am used to, we have our share of large races in the Union but none quite as tall as you”
The knyaz let out a friendly laugh, his voice booming throughout the area, "Ah, we get that a lot, can you believe that?" He jested. "So, you're a multi-race faction?"
Mikhael led his guests throughout the starport, leading them into an even larger room. This hall was lined with iron tables, around 1km in length. He led them to the head of the room where a smaller, more ornate table lay.
Mallark nodded "Oh yes we have hundreds of races in the Unions fold however there are main races which work alongside us" He gestured behind him to some of the crew, some were elven in appearance, long hair, angled features, pointed ears and piercing eyes. A few more were large reptilians, green scaly skin but with a gentle appearance while a few more were large insectoids, with multiple limbs, large eyes and carapace but too also passive "The Cylaurians, Jorgal and Violar to name a few" He looked around as he and his crew were led a lot of them talking and muttering amongst themselves "An impressive display of engineering here"
"Very diverse, I imagine your culture is very interesting," He continued, "We are but one race, but we have non-intelligent races in our employ."
The large Kalaedan sat down in the middle chair, motioning the captain to sit beside him, shortly after, the waiters had arrived with the first course.
A plate was fixed for everyone, "Stuffed Urk, seared in the blazing volcanos of Sekira, garnished with a sprig of Kop'yish holly, and a Ulysses Strongbrew to drink." The waiter stated, before bowing and taking his leave.
Mikhael continued, after biting off the leg of the roasted beast that resembled a gigantic chicken. "It's amazing what you can do with cheap materials, great logistics, and a little bit of creativity, but I'm sure you have structures just as grand."
"Your race does seem incredibly interesting, your evolutionary track to take your people to where they are today would interest many of our biologists" He said taking a seat, along with his crew, many of them starting to tuck into the food, the majority finding the food absolutely exquisite "This is some brilliant cooking, I have to say I don’t think I’ve eaten like this in many months now, as for structures yes we have our engineering marvels. It would be good for your people to perhaps see them someday"
The goliath chuckled, "Our biological structure is a trade secret," He winked, taking a swig of the strong ale, "However, we would be honoured to see your civilization, and I would like to extend an invitation to the Union, to come see our capitol, Molotok. This is merely an outlying system in our territory, our major planets are much more..." He paused, "Well-developed."
Mallark nodded “We would be happy to do so, I’m sure the Admiral would be interested in such an endeavour we pride ourselves in acceptance and gaining new allies. This galaxy has been fraught with such allies and also enemies. It is good to find another friendly face in this dark times” Mallark took more bites as he saw his crew merrily tucking in to the various food available all quite happy and joking with some of the Kalaedan waiters and people who had come to see what the commotion was about.
“Our people seem to get on very well, perhaps we can negotiate some sort of alliance between our peoples” Mallark said finishing off the stuffed Urk with a grin.
"Definitely, what kind of terms did you have in mind?" Mikhael asked, "I am within my power to create alliances with other factions, so I can accept or deny anything you propose."
Mallark smiled "Excellent. I too have the ability to make whatever pact I wish however it will have to be officialised by high command. Perhaps some trade routes be established between our people and some sort of information trade so we can learn more about each other’s races"
Mikhael clapped his hands together, "Well then!" He exclaimed, "I'll have a non-aggression pact written up, with articles on trade routes and intelligence trading, I'll have it delivered to your ship, so you can run it by your 'High Command.'"
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I would also like to send a few diplomats to your home world, just some Knyazs to represent Bozhe's Chosen, and experience your culture."
“That sounds like an exceptional idea. I will inform high command as soon as I leave here with the details and send them your proposal, as well as tell them to expect a delegation” He pulled a small crystal out of his captain’s jacket “Here, I downloaded this when I left the ship. It contains our co-ordinates and our entire history. Use it as you see fit, consider it a gift of goodwill in return for this meal” Mallark grinned. Another cheer from the crew coming from the massive table as another terrible joke was said.
The large Knyaz wiped the glistening Urk grease from his mouth before receiving the crystal, "I shall make sure this information is archived, you can think of the kalaedans I'll be sending with you as databases as well, they're both very well-versed in our proud nation's history and culture."
Mikhael handed the tiny crystal to a kalaedan behind him, who then took his leave.
"Well, it seems the night has grown old, perhaps it's time for us to go our separate ways, feel free to use our spare Knyaz Quarters for a night, if you please." He stood up, and outstretched his hand, offering the man a handshake.
Mallark nodded “Of course, we shall stay the night while our ship undergoes maintenance. Tomorrow we shall make our way back on patrol and relay the information of today’s momentous event to high command” He turned to see his crew still partying “They may be up for a while somewhat, I’m sure your people won’t mind, any problems you know where to find me. Mikhael I shall take my leave” He put his hand to shake the massive blue giants in return, his hand dwarfed by Mikhaels twice over at least.
With that, the two factions parted ways for the evening, as the two officials left the room, the fraternizing kalaedans began showing Mallark's men the wonders of Crank Music. Each man retired to their quarters for the evening, pondering what wonders awaited them next.