[IC] Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

[hacher5]

Sarkazjhit at Commune
As the Sarkazjhit ships left Domu, they reappeared in Commune, as they were supposed to do. A message was sent to them, relayed by Admiral Dunom.
"Hello again! I am Admiral Dunom, the first diplomat your race had met representing the Empire of Zonan. I am sending coordinates to an station located nearby, please follow docking instructions". The coordinates Admiral Dunom sent them was to one of Commune's ODS's (Orbital Defense Station). This particular ODS was ODS Kunbato. No weapons or turrets were shown, only the massive and unnoticeable Drughani-Dragon-Breather. A work of art in its own, but deadly and lethal in another. However, an external screen was displayed, stating: Welcome Sazkarjhit! The intended purposes were to make the situation a little more lighter, as the Domi Haches have obviously made the Sazkarjhit annoyed in one way or another.

[null123]

Peace Station
As the Sazkarjhit diplomatic vessel glided down towards Peace Station they took noticed of its brilliance. It was surrounded by a large glass dome, with a tube connected to a silver construct of metal where ships docked and left Peace Station. The buildings built at Peace Station are what inspired most of the Equestrians architecture in this era. The builds were tall, most as half as tall as the dome itself. They were all silvery, with golden trimming and blackened windows running down the side. Equiis its self could be seen with multiple stations orbiting it and the constant flow of ships between it and the rest of the star system that it composed of. Two fighters broke from a small fleet sitting near one of the stations orbiting Equiis. They assured the diplomatic vessel they were there to act merely as escorts. The fighters were like most Equestrian fighters, a rounded pod in the middle with two wings jutting out on either side to hold weaponry. These were Dragon fighters aswell, so they carried a red metal painting with purple trimming over the standard silver with gold trimming.

The ship was carefully escorted into a building made of a silvery metal that was a box. The hanger it self seemed to be made of the same silvery middle, with little round disks scattered over the walls with pipes jutting out of them. When the diplomatic vessel landed a blue field appeared in the space that opened up the hangar to the vast cold darkness of the black void. The disks pipes begin shooting out what appeared to be a white gas, as the hangar was rapidly re-pressurized and given an atmosphere. After the completion of the process a small blue field dispersed that had previously blocked the way to a more wide open area, where people could be seen coming and going as they left or entered Peace Station for a variety of reasons.

The Sazkarjhit could see a griffon escort approach them, there were escorted infront of a blue unicorn. He had a rather short black mane, and his voice sound flamboyant in a way.
"Hello! I am Blue Moon and will be here as the Equestrian diplomat today." the blue unicorn said, sound a bit optimistic.

[Xaxl]

Equestrian Fringe Space

A narrow, spindle-like ship laden with sensor modules and crew compartments popped back into realspace with a ripple, antennae arrays unfurling and beginning to stream data on the surroundings. For now, the ship was merely drifting serenely with its engines dead, waiting to stitch together a better picture of the surrounding system before heading towards any points of interest. The vessel, a fairly lightweight long-range scoutship, had been dispatched along with a host of others to investigate signal anomalies that the Kuuros Banner had detected from their experimental listening posts.

Something in this system was making noise, and the kjurii, curious as ever, were eager to find out what.

[null123]

Equestrian Fringe Space, Random Lunar Warship

"How much longer we going to be sitting in this box of metal?" said one of the pilots to the navigator

"Few more hours, then someone else can take this ship and go on these boring scout runs." replied the Navigator "Hey, I am getting some signals from a foreign ship here"

"Standard procedure, raise shields and broadcast a message in machine code." said the Captain as the ship began to move towards the location of the signals. The Lunar Warship was another Equestrian ship that differed from the standard design style, mostly being a really dark color with black or white trimming. Missile pods and Balefire cannons were scattered about the hull, being a bit deadly to anyone unprepared for such a attack

"This is a scout ship for the Equestrian Empire, please state your name and intentions, we are calling a diplomatic vessel this way." was heard from a broadcasted signal from the Lunar Warship. The atmosphere on the ship went from boring to excited, it was rare to get to be apart of first contact.

[Xaxl]

Equestrian Fringe Space

The Kuuros vessel's sensors practically twitched at the signal it received, re-configuring themselves to lock onto its source and identify the sender. Meanwhile, the information itself was fed through disused translator circuits, cryptographic engines churning to render meaning into the words. Eventually, the meaning made clear, the crew put together a reply. It wasn't perfect; translation was a messy business. But nonetheless, it managed to convey the intended message without much issue.

Salutations of most excellent happenstance!
Name is of proper designation, codified Thrillseeker in of Banner Fleet.
Immediacy in purpose! Diving towards babbling-speaking-sounds, arrive at apparent time/space!
Will wait for meetings and bear all open limbs in admiration!

[darkwolf687]

Triarius, Spectre Nexus

The inside of the Planet Triarius Spectre Nexus was not as cold and foreboding as what one might expect from what was essentially a Military Police, but it was not warm either. The hallways contained Energy Doors to Offices for each Spectre. Corvus walked all the way down to his Office and waved his hand over the Biolock, the Energy door clicked off for him. In the case that power was cut, there was a fail safe. A bulkhead would slam down to stop people from passing through. Corvus entered his office and peered around
Corvus was a Spectre Overseer, There were Several Ranks of Spectre:
Spectre Overlord, the Command of all Spectres
Spectre Master, The Command of all Spectre forces of a Worlds Nexus. Only a handful of worlds contained Spectre Nexus', and Spectre Masters essentially controlled any operations led by members of that Nexus
Spectre Overseer: A sort of Section Leader, in charge of a Section of a Spectre Nexus. Some of the smaller Nexuses had just two or three Section, but most had around Eight. The one on Triarius was a massive Nexus, and had over Twenty Sections.
Spectre Officer: The lowest rank of Triarian Spectre. They were assigned a Section and took orders through it. Spectre Officers sometimes led Spectre Xenos, and other times worked in groups of their own.
He stood next to his holographic terminal, a sleek black pedestal that projected a hologram above it, tapping commands on it. He tapped in his user name, password and waved his hand over the bioscanner. His personal AI spoke to him, in a feminine voice. It wasn't the standard cold and disected speech of an Equitem AI. He had told the AI to use it's 'True' voice and personality, which essentially gave it permission for everything about it to be at it's own discretion. She had chosen a feminine Triarian voice, and though he had only seen it once he remembered her holographic avatar being a 5'6 Triarian Female that was neither beautiful nor ugly, but rather average looking. When acting formally her personality was serious, as with all AI's, but if he told her she could act otherwise she used a lot of sarcasm, though never with any malice.
"Obvius Dato
Cogitatio de in die:
Ducite in maiori bono cum vos ut a facem. Cum in facem comminuet umbras ((Access Granted. Thought of the day: Carry the greater good with you as a torch. With that torch break the shadows))" The AI said to him, and he tapped a few commands into it. He pulled up the Section reports and read over them. Technically, he could have ordered the AI to download it to his brain, but that was saved for important information and this was just basic reports, no need to bother. He tapped several commands in, sighing heavily. Then he got a notification
"Ostende ((Show))" He said, and the AI quickly replied to him
"Etiam, Praelatus Meus ((Yes, my superior))" It said, and he grunted slightly
"Potes amittit formalitas ((You can lose the formality))"
"Circa tempore ((About time))" The AI replied, and the file popped up on Screen

To: Spectre Overseer Corvus
From: Supreme Overlord Marcus
Subject: Response to Alternatives
Content: The Argutus are already working underway on some of these idea's, Corvus. You're input was useful, but we doubt it will prove resource effective to do. For now, redirect any Captured Draconians to Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt for holding before experimentation. There may be a new Spectre Unit coming, Overseer.
The Spectre Masters and Overlords have been informed of your Above Average Service.
Continue the Above Average Service.
Bonus of 230 Civic Work Points allocated.
Bonus of two hours extra off duty time allocated.

Corvus nodded and closed the message. He tapped a few commands and shut the files down before closing down the Terminal and speaking to the AI. He'd take some of his Off Duty time now, what was the point in earning bonuses if he wasn't going to use them? He had heard of a media project was of particular interest, and he had enough Off Duty time available that he had stored over his career.

[TehAlphaGamer]

Peace Station
The diplomat, Ambassador Grommic Batrac'lum, looked around the docking bay. There was little contact between the Sazkarjhit and them, considering a few armored units fought in Karboria. They were different from the typical bipeds that the Ambassador encountered. They walked on all fours, and had a light coat of fur, and then longer hair on their necks and sprouting from their posteriors. Some of them also exhibited variable body structures. Some had horns protruding from their heads, others wings, and some nothing at all. They were quite a technologically advanced species, that could easily be determined by their architecture and vehicles. They also seemed quite friendly. Grommic chuckled slightly. After all, following the Crusading Period, the term "Sazkarjhit" became something to hate or dread.

He knelt down, offering his hand out in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Blue Moon. I am Ambassador Batrac'lum, a diplomat with one of the scout fleets." The flamboyant Equestrian stuck out his hoof, and shook it vigorously. He stood back up, and gave the wary soldiers the order to lower arms. Like Manara, these were OGVS Special Forces units, usually only a handful of them are assigned to a fleet at a time, and are almost always used to escort diplomats. They're jokingly called "Babysitters" by standard sailors due to this.

Grommic smiled and questioned, "Why don't we go to your meeting center, yes?"

Zonanese Diplomacy
Reading the message, the diplomatic vessel entered the station. Once given proper clearance, they opened their doors and let loose the personnel. Along with a single Diplomat, Ambassador Hoya Zarbaman'tum, came twenty-or-so OGVS soldiers, compared to the standard five or six. They encircled the Ambassador, guns raised. One of the Commune soldiers walked up in greeting, whom the Ambassador glared at with harsh disdain.

[null123]

Peace Station
Blue Moon seemed rather happy that things were going well so far
"Right this way then! Its not to far so we will just be walking" said Blue Moon

It was obvious that Peace Station held a lot of diversity. Griffons, Ponies, Buffalo, Zebras, Bat Ponies, Dragons, and even the bipedal Selkath and Void Humans could be seen walking around the grassy fields and paved sidewalks of Peace Station. Hovercars and even a few choppers flew above the streets, making loud whirring noised that helped add life to the busy city. A lot of Equestrians waved or even said hi to the diplomats, except the Void Humans. When the diplomats approached they would retreat and watch from afar. The small group approached a huge tower that was not visible when observing Peace Station through the Glass dome. It was a huge tower, almost as talls as the dome its self. It spiraled up, showing that it was made of the same silvery metal as most Equestrian architecture. The group was lead into the lobby of the tower, the insides having many of ponies coming and going. They went into a glass elevator and went up quite far, a few of the non-flier Equestrians looked a bit sick. They were finally lead into a meeting room, which around set a large shiny metal table. Water and food could be seen scattered about the table. Blue moon waited for everyone else to take seat before he sat down and spoke.

"We welcome you Peace Station! It is good to see your species has changed. While the EA may be a bit pessimistic about your changes we always hope for the best in every species." said Blue Moon, levitating a few pieces of fruit onto his plate.

Equestrian Fringe Space
The Ship transmitted a new signal, this time containing a file that showed how to properly translate the Equestrian language using computers
"The Diplomatic vessel shall be here shortly, if you have any questions, ask them now"

[Xaxl]

Equestrian Fringe Space

The Kuuros vessel continued to idle in place, peering at the Equestrian ship from across the void of space as its crew attempted to process the translation info. Unfortunately, the process could only be refined so far without a dedicated effort at cooperation; cryptography software could only go so far, even with a dictionary. For the foreseeable future, the Kuuros would have to make do as best they could.

Accident upon disaster!
Speaking-code unassailable in at current space/time, mayhaps correct errant assembly in approaching-tense?
Qualifications of a friend indubitable!
Will await arrival in many jubilation; pleasant expectations of an meetings with freely open limbs in near apparent space/time!

[CommandoKhan]

Deep Space Between the Milky Way and Garnosh Galaxies - Aboard the Fleet Flagship, the Muzmeg, Grinaz-Class Super Carrier:

The bridge of the Muzmeg was dead silent, something that rarely happens, as two powerful voices communicated with one another. The Warlords and Grunts were huddled around the communications area in which Overlord Mogor, the commander of the entire colonial fleet, spoke to a fuzzy, red hologram of Chieftain Dranarg. "I have yet to run into anything worth mentioning yet, however, based on the intel I've been given, I should be coming across a possible galaxy in roughly a thousand light years." Mogor said to the hologram. "Continue as planned and notify me upon arrival in this "galaxy". This better not be like last time when you fed me false information because of your crap "intel". Dranarg said in a bored and irritated voice. "Yes, Chieftain." Mogor said with his head slightly down facing the floor near the hologram of Dranarg's feet. The image of Dranarg suddenly disappeared thus causing the Orcs to disperse and return to their normal work stations scattered around the bridge.

[Keyguyperson]

Sazkarjhit Diplomacy, Mars Orbit
Fergus smiles, and waves off the soldiers that were suspiciously eyeing the Sazkarjhit ones, he lets out a quit sigh of relief as they leave. Probably due to half of them having their fingers twitching on the trigger (the other half just had their fingers on the trigger without the twitching). They leave out the door, but stay close by.
"The pleasure is all mine, Ambassador." Replies Fergus, who is standing in front of the window looking out on the Martian surface. "You know, earlier it occurred to me that all you know of my people comes from the war and occupation. Now, after I realized this I began trying to imagine what you must think of us. Logic says that you must see us as a warrior species. We were far too harsh, we let our anger blind our actions. For what it's worth, I apologize for that. You are here today because we wish to make amends. I know there are many prejudices on all sides, but the fact that I am speaking to you in good faith right now shows that we can come to tolerate, even trust each other. Don't you agree?"

EA Military Camp, "Draconian Front 2"
The last remnants of my glorious people, reduced to this
So thought a single Draconian on what is the last planet with any Draconian population on it. The Earth Alliance had buried it deep within millions of different languages, computer codes, and cyphers, along with a maze of file directories. Along with all that, they also put it in a closed system, making all the security features useless unless someone had some kind of insane magical thing to get into it, which is what they're legitimately afraid of. The population was being preserved so the Draconian species would not go extinct, but that is the extent of the human kindness. All of them are more or less slaves, working for the Earth Alliance expansion directive. Expansion in this case meaning the colonization of Draconian planets not horrifically destroyed while captured enemies watched. The inhabitants worked to crack Draconian codes, while the humans appeared as their oppressive overlords. Sometimes inhabitants disappeared and came back with scars, not remembering anything. The truth is, the human staff are attempting to get enough genetic material to bring the species back, but they still despise the ones currently alive. Of course, if the Triarians heard of this it would mean war, thus the rush to take Draconian planets with their infrastructure and computer systems still intact.

[TehAlphaGamer]

EA Diplomacy, Mars Orbit
"Yes, yes I suppose we can!" the Ambassador smiled. "And believe me, you weren't the worst of what Sazkar received. Sure, my people may see you as somewhat primitive, but I, for one, do not. I accept your apology, and believe me, Admiral McClain, I'm certain we have amends to make on our own part. Had we not been stopped at Domu...well...I'm certain that Vessel Suar'kum would have wanted to spread further. We've learned to become more tolerant, and with present races that we know of we see that each of them have a chance. If the Grand Vessel could speak with you now, I'm certain he would say the exact same thing."

[darkwolf687]

Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt

The Young Draconian opened its eyes, looking around the room that was bathed in blinding white light. The voice came to him and he gasped, spinning and looking across the room
"Do not be afraid. You are participating in vital research" The voice said, and quickly he came to attach it to the figure of a Triarian in an envirosuit. Two more appear behind him and the Draconian tenses, struggling against his bindings "Check those restrains... We must run manipulation tests on the final Draconians to prepare for the Alpha Strain"
"Not my place, Praelatus Meus, but when will the Alpha Strain be ready?"
"It is not your place. The Alpha Strain will have a base population within a cycle if all goes according to schedule, ready for reaping and processing. Alpha Strain code name will be revoked upon completion, Draconian name erased, replaced with Triarian Standard Designation. We need to manipulate him. You will understand in due time" The lead Triarian said as his underlings ensured the Draconian was fully secured by the restrains. The Draconian snarled as he fought against them, and two Saeva Simius Auctum charged forwards to help restrain him.
"Stop struggling!" The lead Triarian said, his eyes lighting up a brilliant orange. The Draconian felt a force pressing down in him, and felt a sharp pain in his head. He cried out and convulsed. When the Argutus stopped the assault, the Draconian breathed heavily, gasping for air "That is but a taste of what can be done to you." The Argutus said as his eyes dulled to their normal black. The Draconian nodded slowly, submitting to the whim of the Triarii... For now. Then he saw the equipment they would be using. Gleaming blades, probes and a huge over head machine with laser cutters and odd alien utensils that caught the rooms overly white light and reflected it down
His tormented screams filled the room, and travelled out into the cold hallway as the Triarii worked...

[null123]

Helios Two Weapons Testing and Development Facility, Char
The blackened surface of Char may not seem like a place many would want to colonize, but its mineral rich undergrounds are what attracted colonists. Industrial Centers had sprung up everywhere on Char and it quickly formed into a major trade and production world for the Equestrians. It also hold historical significance as being the first planet to be successfully colonized. Its prominent features were volcanoes scattered about its surface, surprisingly centers have sprung up around the inactive ones as it seems the areas there are even more mineral rich. Rivers of lava were also scattered on the surface, most of the water having to be pumped from the deep aquifer within Char's crust.

Closer to one of the more heavily guarded military bases on Char however was Helios Two. It was used for developing and new weapons and vehicles and holded prominence for heralding some of Equestrias more advanced weapons and defensive systems. Helios Two was more of a compound, several box like buildings for efficiency were made of a more grey duller metal then most Equestrians buildings. Most of the prototype systems that were stored within its depths were shiny, waiting to be tested and deployed into the field. Today in one of the bigger buildings a standard Equestrian Raptor-Class Gunship could be seen, it windows tinted and the same dark black metal that was characteristic of the Air force and elite divisions of the Equestrian military. Two engines could be seen in the back, with large round rotors coming out of either side of the Raptor. The Auto-Guns seemed different, they were more slender and there cooling systems were smaller.

"Test Fire Now!" ordered one of the scientists observing the Raptor. The Auto-Guns fired at the target, a large thick piece of black metal , and totally obliterated it. Various electronics seemed to be scattered around the wreck of metal, beeping results to whatever they were reporting to.

"Log 03 of the Raptor MK2. The rate of fire of the Auto-Guns after the incorporation of the Drac Technology went down by about 10%, but the power make up for. The power of each shot is about what the power of what it would be if it was fired out of standard Equestrian Rail-Gun. I have no doubt the Raptor MK2 would be a huge threat on the battlefield. There is a noticeable power drain but with the reactor improvements its a non-issue. The rotors and engines are also seeing a increase in flight capabilities. I doubt there is further testing needed and the Raptor MK2 is fully battlefield ready."

[CommandoKhan]

Extreme Outskirts of the Milky Way - Aboard the Fleet Flagship, the Muzmeg, Grinaz-Class Super Carrier:

"Overlord, we are about to come within visual contact with the galaxy." said the Grunt monitoring the radar monitor which began to beep a couple seconds before the Grunt notified the Overlord. "Excellent. Prepare long range comms. I need to tell the Chieftain." Overlord Mogor said to the entire bridge. The flagship exited slip space along with the rest of the colonial fleet thus revealing the planets of the galaxy that the Orcs had been searching for. The majority of the Orcs stationed in the bridge gazed out the window as they observed the newly discovered celestial bodies. "Overlord, we can't establish communications with the Chieftain, or anyone in Garnosh for that matter." said the Grunt in charge of communications. "Damn, get that fixed ASAP. In the mean while, I need all available personnel analyzing these planets. I need to know anything and everything you can find. Now, let's get this done." Overlord Mogor said to the entire bridge in a loud voice in order to ensure that all the Orcs could hear him correctly. From the bridge of the Muzmeg, the Orcs were able to see seven planets with the unaided eye which were the main priority for analysis. The bridge was filled with energy as the Orcs carried out the tedious tasks of understanding the planets that they were possibly going to colonize.

[Keyguyperson]

Sarkazjhit Diplomacy, Martian Orbit
Fergus' smile grows even larger, and he is suddenly extremely happy that the extra time was spent on making his robotic body actually able to smile.
"I cannot even convey how happy this makes me feel, we can finally put our history behind us and move on! If there's anything you want to know about us, just ask, and I'll answer the best I can!"

Outskirts of the Milky Way, Inside Secondary EA Wormgate Security Radius
Fleets of starships came and went through the intergalactic wormgate, bringing ground soldiers back to the outer colonies from the dozens of galaxies that had been invaded while transport fleets delivered supplies to those same planets for the ongoing expansion effort. Of course, the most obvious thing would be the 500,000 strong guard fleet for the incredibly important structure. At this moment, that entire fleet has been mobilized to deal with an extra-galactic threat everyone immediately assumes to be Draconian, despite the common belief being that they are extinct. The reason for this being that every other species in the local group is either a confirmed ally or completely, 100% extinct.

The massive fleet rushed at the alien one, with shields up and weapons charged. As per standard procedure, a message is sent to the alien fleet by the admiral. Specifically Yuuki Sora, who requested the closest thing to a combat assignment possible. Of course, a translation matrix is sent along with the standard SETI signal.
"This is Admiral Yuuki Sora of the Earth Alliance, currently in command of the EAS Vengeance. Identify yourselves intermediately! Any association with the Draconian species will result in your destruction, along with the conquering of your planets. This fleet is fully prepared for war, and you have just entered highly sensitive territory. Any attacks on us or our allies will be met with retaliation."

[CommandoKhan]

[EA Contact] Extreme Outskirts of the Milky Way - Aboard the Fleet Flagship, the Muzmeg, Grinaz-Class Super Carrier:

The analyzing of the planets by the Grunts was progressing as ordered by the Overlord when suddenly a large foreign fleet appeared in front of the eyes of the Orcs. Overlord Mogor looked at the foreign fleet with both a confused and angered face. "Where the hell did they come from?" Overlord Mogor rhetorically asked to the bridge. "Overlord, it appears as if they have sent a message to us." said the communications specialist as he uploaded the translated message to the main monitor of the bridge where everyone could see it. Overlord Mogor took a brief moment to read the provided message off the monitor. He then paused before getting out a tablet-like device in which he began to input information into. "Send this message to them." said Overlord Mogor as he transferred the message from his tablet to the communications specialist's monitor.

Message:

The name is Mogor, Overlord Mogor, and I am fairly certain that I don't know what the "Draconian species" is, so there will be no need for any of this war or violence that you speak of. Also, I am not here to harm you or your allies, and coming into this territory was pure chance and was not intentional.

[TehAlphaGamer]

EA Diplomacy
Ambassador Shigano'vum giggled lightly, pressing a few keys on her wrist panel to project several screens and displays written in Sazkarjhian script. She read through some of the scriptures, mumbling quietly to herself as she scrutinized the documents. After some time of reading, she retracted the images and turned to Fergus.

"One of our present issues is trade. Although we have resource-rich worlds, we still lack certain materials that we have seen or heard of on several of your planets. With our resources, we have plentiful bounties of lead, tungsten, and iron ores for construction, armoring and weapons. We also have large amounts of uranium used for weapons and our nuclear reactors on ships and certain power facilities. We have technology to synthesize and charge superheated plasma, which, while it itself has many uses, remains as ammunition for our large-scale plasma throwers, typically used on ships. Timber and rubbers are also very common here. What we seek from other races are things like oxygen. Sazkar's atmosphere is mostly chlorine, which our physiological reports indicate is severely toxic to humans, the Abh (Or so we believe), most races under the Equestrian empire, and the Zonanese people. To allow them more hospitable environments, or simply to allow them to move on our surface, we wish to have some of this to offer when needed. Also, for civil use, we wish to obtain silicon. While we do have minerals used for semiconductor purposes not common to your planets, it is not as efficient as we have seen silicon is. Besides that, I'm sure with trade we can find more to offer and to request."

She projected the images again, this one facing towards McClain and the others, a large map showing lines between Earth, Earth's colonies, Sazkar and Sazkar's colonies, Trimubelo III and Markada Minor, as well as several other planets. "We want to build caravans that go between all of these planets. Unfortunately, that faces two problems: The first is that the Translight Outersystem Engine, our version of the hyperdrive, heavily exhausts fuel, which, when exploring space, is a crucial asset to voyages. The second is pirates. We know that they've explored to other reaches of the universe. If they can get their hands on these cargo ships then...heheh...I'm sure you know what'd happen" the Ambassador stated, chuckling nervously at the end.

"Finally, per order of Grand Vessel Fakeem Suar'kum and Supreme Commander Barasmus Lano'dum, we wish to offer our full military support. Essentially, what we mean is this: If the EA ever goes to war, we will offer a sizable military support group to aid in operations. However, when transferred under EA control, we demand they receive the same treatment the EA soldiers give to their own brethren. We understand that the events of ten years ago have created some...tension...between many of those rowdy soldiers and our own, we wish that they receive the same fair treatment."

She turned off the projector. "Well! That's all that I was ordered to speak of. We're still trying to reach out, and catch up with races. What do you think of this, Admiral McClain?"

Equestrian Diplomacy, Peace Station
Grommic grasped a piece of fruit from the platter, and inserted it through his suit. It lifted to his visor via small movement systems within the suit. At first he received the heavenly aroma. Certainly he had had a fair share of flora and fauna from other races, but nothing quite like it. It had an exquisite scent that could not be identified with anything. Truly giving it its alien characteristics. He quickly tore into it, and cleaned the inside of his helmet. Many of the soldiers grabbed from the fruit, doing the same.

"It's certainly something I've never had at home or on one of those gods-forsaken ships. We are glad you are a generous and peaceful race. We would be more than happy to discuss terms with the likes of you!" he stated happily.

[hacher5]

ODS Kunbato: Sarkazjhit Diplomacy

"Welcome, Sarkaz- NO no no no. No, you will not be waving guns or giving us looks like that. We are not the ones you attacked, those species are not on this station, nor are they even assigned to any place near Commune. If you wish to get any further in diplomacy with us, you must show your kind side, like I was just about to do" said Admiral Dunom. The mood of this meeting already felt a little...rude for Admiral Dunom. He had made sure that the Sarkazjhit were told that any Domi Hach was not assigned to any stations near Commune, yet they still come in acting like the Comu or Bunta hated them. In his mind he knew the Bunta and Comu were willing to move on, must of been a bad choice to attack the Domi since they are so arrogant. He knew, also, that the Comu almost killed of the Domi, so the Domi did have a sense of putting the past aside.

"Please, I am Admiral Dunom, a Comu Hach, what is your name, Sarkazjhit friend?" As he said this, several squads of Pols began to walk towards the Admiral, reinforcing the already few dozen Lep soldiers. This was in the case of an attack from the sarkazjhit, who had already showed weaponry to the Haches.

[darkwolf687]

Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt

Argutus Caligula opened his holoterminal and entered his security details before waving his hand over the bioscanner. The AI spoke in it's deep, masculine rumble akin to an extremely deep voiced man
""Obvius Dato
Cogitatio de in die:
Stultus homo spem suam ponit in fortuna, logica spem suam ponit in a sapiente delectus ((A foolish man puts his trust in luck, the wise man puts his trust in logic))" It rumbed, and Caligula nodded and tapped in several commands, and then spoke
"Relatio ((Report))" He ordered, and the AI responded just a few moments later in it's deep, raucous voice
"Praelatus Meus, possibilitatem de cohibentem de alpha liques confirmatus ((My Superior, the possibility of limiting the Alpha Strain confirmed))" It grumbled, and Caligula nodded before speaking in his aged voice once more
"Ostende ((Show))" He replied, and the report popped up on the hologram, sorting into a format so he might read it most fluently and easily, the characters arranging quickly.

To: Argutus Prime Caligula
From: Argutus Gaius
Subject: Limiting Alpha Strain
Content: The subjects we have tested on have shown that it is possible to limit the Alpha Strain to make them more easily controlled, and then reestablish all their qualities when they are turned into Synths. This will allow us to mold the Alpha Strain rather than rely on outright controlling them, which might lead to their absorption into the Greater Good. Alternatively, if the Alpha Strain proves troublesome we can ensure their loyalty through memory replacement.
Regardless, the tests showed that a Saeva Simius Auctum could easily take on multiple limited individuals of the Draconian Species, allowing us to limit the Alpha Strain. Interestingly, they showed many signs of Genetic Engineering and it appears they had been engineering themselves. While we already knew this, it was to a further extent than we expected. Because of this, we are simply reverting an unnatural course in there history, and thus any form of morals on the subject can be quickly caste aside. Unsurprisingly, the edits to the DNA you suggested would result in an easy to control Alpha Strain, which can then be used to form a base species to make Synthesis more resource effective than relying on cloning them.
Out of the Ten subjects, Subjects #1 and #8 expired after we limited them. #1 was unable to adapt, #8 was amputated by Synth Soldier 59128 after he attempted to escape. 59128 has not been punished as he was unaware the subject had been limited, resulting in a response that would have merely incapacitated a Standard Draconian killing the Limited Individual.