Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Andromeda Galaxy => Arcanis VIII => Topic started by: K2 on June 23, 2012, 06:32:52 PM
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The Atlanticans were finally leaving behind their isolationist ways. Under the rule of the new emperor, Emocia, it was finally ready to put itself out there. It was ready to trade... And to conquer. Either suited their needs well.
So, who better to start with than their neighbors?
It started simply enough, with a blue vortex opening up in space, some distance away from the planet. An FTL drive. Through it, the ATL Storm, an Atlantican ship, exited, though visual contact would not be met with the ship by any party who might be nearby. The moment the ship left hyperspace, a storm surrounding it for miles began. A hurricane. As the ship approached the planet, the upper-atmosphere would experience the outer bands -- while the rain would likely burn up in the upper-atmosphere, the winds would be notable, the air pressure would change, and the ocean planet below would likely find it's tides changing.
The Atlanticans were in town.
They began scanning for life-forms on the planet, while sending out a simple enough transmission:
Seeking lifeforms. Respond or we shall assume this planet is uninhabited.
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Assuming that there was no resistance, the Atlanticans moved in to take the planet for their own. They began to scan for a capital city of some sorts.
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All across the planet warning systems engaged. This newest race that had shown up had somehow managed to avoid detection until the last possible moment and now the entire planet was on high alert. All across the entire water world massive platforms rose up, each of them at least one hundred square kilometers, some of them even larger than that. All of these platforms held cannons, the smaller ones held only four Uprising Cannons, large guns that fired corvette sized explosives at any targets to come in range and then some rapture cannons, the smaller brother to the Uprising. The larger ones however held only one gun a piece, a single Rebellion Cannon, a gun capable of firing a city sized explosive warhead at an enemy target and cover it in virulent poisons and acids that would eat through metal as though it were naught but paper.
Colonel Grius, Military-President of Arcanis VIII was awoken quickly from his slumber and changed within the minute before he ran to his command bunker and started up the communications.
<<Unknown craft, identify yourself or be shot down, this is Colonel Grius, President of Arcanis VIII>>
He waited for a response as the halberd and sword class ships of the entire planet started to cycle up, ready to engage any fighters that this new race might have. He also set all cities on the planet and platforms to change their movements to account for the changed tides from this damned ship. Grius hoped they were friendly but it would only be a matter of time until he found out.
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Receiving the transmission moments before the Storm was preparing to fire on the cities of the planet below, all activity within the ship quickly came to a halt as the commander of the ship thought things over. The ship detected many of the rising platforms, as visuals of the weapon systems came on screen in the bridge of the ship. The commander had been given clear instructions that if he encountered a race with advanced technology that he was not to engage, but instead seek diplomacy. It was only if the people they encountered were of lower advancement that orders were to peacefully seek to integrate the people under the Atlantican rule.
Replying to the Communications Channel, the commander of the ship sent back an audio transmission:
This is the ATL Storm of the Atlantican Empire, seeking to make diplomatic contact.
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The Colonel had only needed to wait for a few moments before he got a communication back from the unidentified craft but he had to mull it over for a few minutes. He had never heard of the Atlantican Empire but from the happenings of recent, he hadn't heard of a lot of nearby species. The Vionix however did like Diplomacy and trying to build up allies of any kind would be extremely beneficial to them as a whole. In light of this thought he decided to make contact with the ship and start negotiations.
<<ATL Storm, please send your representative to the co-ordinates attached to this message, bring any defense forces you think you may need but I assure you, I am friendly>>
He sent off the Com and the list of co-ordinates that lead to the Prime City of Arcanis VIII, Niostox. Colonel Grius went off to get changed though, he wanted to make sure to make a good first impression with this newest race.
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The appropriate diplomat, a poor guy named Marty, was chosen for this mission. Marty was a rather overweight man and, as such, he was having some trouble fitting into the suit set for him by Wardrobe. Alas, he eventually got in his suit and was escorted by his personal guard, two men with small, holstered weapons, to the transport ship in Hanger Bay A. The transport was given clearance, and it took off, flying into the openness of space.
It quickly descended upon Niostox, and in a matter of minutes had visual of the coordinates where the transport had been instructed to dock. Marty was getting a good look at the architecture of the city, admiring it. Soon, the transport fighter reached the docking bay it was instructed to fly to, and, with a smooth maneuver, it glided into place. Marty stepped out of his transport fighter, a smile on his face, and looked around to see who else was in the docking bay.
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(Bummmmp!)
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The Colonel sighed softly as he walked to the docking bay, he was outfitted in a black suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie, not a thing out of place or a wrong crease to be seen, his shoes polished to a mirror shine as well. Behind him were a trio of Vionix soldiers, all female, all outfitted in black PRPA and all of them carried Pulse Carbines in case this all went nasty. The large Colonel walked into the bay just as Marty stepped out and the Vionix male walked over to him and held out a hand, a diplomatic smile sliding easily over his lips. "It's a pleasure to meet an Atlantican, we have had a lot of space traffic recently but we still like to meet others as long as they don't try to fire on us." He laughed quietly as the three soldiers behind him dropped into an "Ease" position and just waited there for their next order.
((Sorry for the short post, I can't think of much for some reason Dx))
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Shaking the man's hand, Marty smiled as well. He could speak in the tongue that the man before him spoke in, a tongue he had learned from the Emperor, Emocia, that was very common throughout the universe. He had learned it in anticipation of a meeting such as this one.
"The pleasure is mine," he replied, "I apologize for our misunderstanding. I am called Marty."
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As soon as Grius' hand was shaken it would be easily able to note he was holding back with his strength and yet his grip was much firmer and stronger than any human ever had a right to be, it would also be noticed that there was almost invisible lines running up the Colonel's hand and wrist to disappear under his sleeve.
"It is quite alright Marty, for some reason our augers and sensors didn't quite pick up on your vessel at first" The Colonel looked slightly thoughtful for a moment before nodding slightly "I am Colonel Grius and I am glad to be able to meet another, so far unknown, race. Let us hope we can both benefit each other in later years. Shall we head to the Hall then?" He looked behind him at the large building towering over the others made of white stone.
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Nothing the other's strength, Marty wondered just how strong this race was. As the two made their way to the Hall, he pondered over many things, such as just who these people were. Enemies... Or Friends? Marty knew full well that the events of today would decide that.
"Yes," he replied, "Our ship is very... Unique."