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Thought for the say "Pain is temporary. Honour is forever"

New Alas, Space

The Shipmaster listened to the message playback, including that which had become redundant in translation to the black tongue. He turned back towards the communications terminal, tapping a few commands. The liason at the Ministry for Contact flashed up for a moment, and the shipmaster repeated back the message. Just seconds later, the hologram turned to the council, the four high councillors, Respect having returned from his undisclosed business. The Shipmaster fell to his knee, one fist smashed into the centre of his chest and the other hand touching the floor. Respect was the first to talk, eager to delve back into his position. The tongue switched accordingly, and became softer and more respectful
"Rise, shipmaster. Now, we have nothing embedded in galactic politics, no way to tell Terrans and... Did the Terran name them 'Iscandarians'?" Respect paused, glancing to the other High Councillors. Wisdom nodded and Integrity spoke
"As Respect notes, we have no way to tell them apart. You are the instrument dispatched, and you will be trusted. Know them better." Integrity said. Wisdom took over
"Be warned, Shipmaster. The alien may be confused by the customs. Do not mistake their actions as an affront to the ways of the warrior." The councillors disappeared and the shipmaster tapped another command on the console, transmitting a message, reverting to the black tongue

"You understand us then. Meet with us in corporeal form, that we might know each other!"

Nouvelle, Space

The Major looked to the terminal as they received a response, his mandibles twitched as he tried, and failed, to reproduce their language. It was impossible for him, and it dawned on him that differences in anatomy likely meant they'd never be able to reproduce his language either. He let a long "ah" sound as he checked the signals source. He could make no sense of the alien language and with the click of a button would direct it back to the Department for Language at the Ministry of Contact for translation.
He tapped a few of the holographic buttons on the command terminal. The Minor glanced at him again. They were Special Operations Warriors, he understood the Minors concerns. Talking was not theirs strength, they were used to being unseen.

The message he transmitted back was a simple one. It contacted imagery, an arrowhead with a single dot underneath. Then, block of metal with a blade upon it, a hammer smashed the end in order to bend it, rendering it worthless. He was attempting to convey that he had but one ship and wished peace, whether that would be the view of the alien was unknown. After that he cut the transmission again, but he had a feeling they would be found.

The Major turned towards the Minor
"Fire up the engines. After that signal, they will have found us anyway. Halt us 200 thousand kilometers from the source of the response. Disable all stealth features and move out of the shadow we've been hiding it. We are not part of this war, they shouldn't fire"
"And if they do?" The Minor inquired with a tilt of his head
"If they fire, then we ride to paradise tonight."

The small ship glided out into the black of space, its engines glowing a brilliant blue as it did. Its shields powered up and shimmered slightly before becoming invisible to the naked eye and the sleek black ablative paint would make it almost a silhouette were it not caught in the glow of its own engines and the nearby star.
Thought of the day "Pain is temporary, Honour is forever"

Riellealasil (Translation: Beautiful Vision. Lorca Homeworld)
Mathmalatu (Translation: True Home/Home of Truth. Lorca capital city)
Cava At (Translation: Elder District. District containing the majority of councils and ministries and other government administration buildings)
Aranseli (Translation: Kings hall/Halls of the King. Main council buildings.)

The 200 members of the council converged. 100 sat on one set of council seats, 100 on the other, opposite each other. At the north end sat the High Councillors upon their thrones. The message played for the council to consider. It was partly deciphered by the painstaking work of many language experts, who confirmed it was definitely an alien language. It was littered with suggestions as to what might be said, though there was no way to confirm accuracy
"This is [Councillor? Leader? Military officer?] Kai Vivian of the United [Terran = Race name?] Federation. Some of you may know of my people, others may not. That is not important. What is important is that at [Unknown] on my homeworld, my people recieved a message. [Important?] nation known as the Eternal Union, also referred to as the Iscandarians. They said that if we declared war on them for [actions?] causing two hundred thousand of my people to die in vain, killing three million [people unable to fight?] to defeat the enemy, opening fire on innocent men, women, and children with [evil?] weapons, and breaking peace treaties, then they would destroy our entire species using a method of faster than light propulsion that is capable of destroying a star system if used [incorrectly?]. The [truth?] is enclosed within this data packet, it is a recording of their message [Attached message is not currently translated] I do not ask for help, I only ask that the crimes the Eternal Union has committed in this threat [and others prior?] be known to all people."
The council paused. The painstaking work had clearly paid off, the terrifying message waa translated. So, the international community were honourless worms, unwilling to give honourable deaths to their opponents, using unstable drive liable to destroy star systems.
The shock was almost unbearable, this wasnt what they had expected from Star Walkers at all.

Nouvelle, Space
Ardent Inquisitor

The Major watched as the vessels passed by them, missing the Prowler. Good, so the systems worked. He turned his eyes to a small shuttle that was leaving the atmosphere, then watched as the ships began to open fire on each other.
"Send a message to the council. It appears the contacts are at war. Move to high alert, make sure we have dropships ready." He reached out for the broadcast command
"Major, a signal could give away our location." The Minor warned, glancing to the command console
"I do not believe they will be looking for transmissions. I'll have long turned it off by the time they look for the source."

Open transmission in Nouvelle

The Black Tongue sounds out in the transmission. Like always, it is guttural and harsh. Untranslated, it almost sounds like a threat or in its self a declaration of hatred and war
"We are the Lorca, identify yourselves with dignity and honour. Speak, so we may proceed and know each other better!

New Alas, Space

The Corvette Latta O A Adais dropped out of FTL and glided softly across system. A simple Corvette, it had diverted from its scout route upon picking up a surge of energy in a nearby sector. Expecting to observe a natural space phenomenon, it was surprised to detect an inhabited world, dotted with shipyards and other significant technologies. The species was clearly space faring.
Deep withon the ship, the Shipmaster convened with a representative of the "Ministry of Contact", which was suddenly recieving a lot more attention now that it was discovered that alien life consisted of more than a swarm of parasites trying to consume them.
They made their decision quickly, and the corvette glided softly towards the planet, halting some 200 thousand kilometers from the world. Two transmissions were sent one back to command and the other to the planet. Speaking the dark black and aggreesive black tongue, the data packet declared its presence
"We are Lorca. Identify yourselves with dignity and honour, so that we may proceed and know each other better."
Naturally, the military was defaulting to its military regulations for communication. Communication was naturally going to be an issue, so a series of dots was sent with it, indicating numbers, arranged in neat rows of eight.
Merry Christmas to you too!
Kyelin said
So, hello everyone. I'm not sure if any of you still care, but I apologize for my llong leave of absence.Basically, to make a long story REALLY short, I had, a sort, of breakdown. I lost my job, had some really nasty stuff happen, and have been living with my parents all this time, avoiding everything I dealt with back home (Including RPG). Not that this was a bad thing, I actually enjoyed this the most, especially this RP (hence why I am only bothering to write this here). You guys are an awesome group to RP with, and I am sorry I just left abruptly. It's only now that I have worked up the courage to come back, and explain this all to you guys. I'm not looking to rejoin this RP, I just felt you all deserved to hear a reason why I left and potentially messed up a few stories.


Damn, sorry to hear that man. Don't worry about messed up stories or anything, mate, its all fine. I wish you luck.
WilsonTurner said
You're dealing with magic. That means necromancy, neuromancy, etc., which means they could, because it's magic, go in to someone's mind and manipulate it at will. To kill oneself would be the only way to truly keep the information out of their hands- only willpower could delay neuromancy.


One might need to have a detailed understanding of the other species thought patterns. Same reason translation magic and the sort isn't always going to work (though translation magic and technobabble is excusable as most people don't want to spend 12 pages playing alien charades with new contacts), having evolved light years apart, the brain is almost certainly structured in an entire different way, the species will have separate instincts, mental disorders, mental triggers. While some basic things will remain the same, cognition is something we don't even understand properly in humans. With aliens, we'd basically be starting from scratch, with just a handful of basic information to go off. Mind reading machines would require recalibration for each species, I don't think magitech would be any different in that regard.

The captured soldiers will likely be insufficient research material to garner a full knowledge. If conventional torture fails, the choice is between
A: throwing magic at them and hope it works and doesn't just outright kill them or do something entirely unexpected. If you're lucky, their mind will be similar enough that if will work regardless.
B: Experimenting on one of the two in an attempt to determine basic structure and thought patterns, then trying to apply what you can gain from one subject to the other and hoping it will work
C: Biding your time and trying to wear them down over the course of many weeks/months in the hopes that they will eventually break or more research material will become available and allow you to gain a more advanced understanding of their minds.

Personally, I'd do C and then experiment on them when you're done. Mind reading tech and magic and all that is brilliant, but may be hampered by limited knowledge. On the other hand, even with limited knowledge there is a long list of basic assumptions you can make about the Septonians and exploit that rather than invade their minds, which certainly carries risk even when done with full knowledge.

Of course, this is all assumption and speculation on my part as to the workings and interactions of magic and the mind, which is really all I can do unless we see it in action
No idea, but its also Christmas and all so I expect everything to be pretty slow
MrFoxNews said
OmigudHe's got Psykers. Mah Daemons just found new hosts... MWAHAHAHA >:P


I'm going to guess what's going to happen...

Rekt.

Lol
((Yep, Nouvelle, because that isnt already cluttered! xD))

Thought for the day "Pain is temporary, Honour is forever"

Ardent Inquisitor
Inquisitor Class Prowler
Nouvelle Space
Hiding in the shadow of the gas giant

The Special Operations Major stood, looking into the holograms of the High Councillors; Mercy, Wisdom and Integrity. He couldnt help feel out of his league. He, a mere Spec Ops Major, was consulting directly with the high councillors. The Special Operations Majors black Combat Dress dully caught the blueish light, its metallic armour pieces and somewhat stylised headpiece giving his already imposing form the unmistakable air of a warrior, though the armour modules currently lay dormant in order to avoid detection. He spoke in the Grey Tongue, as expected of Special Operations when addressing the High Councillors
"That is correct, the sightings of the transport can be considered confirmed" He reported
"Alien life? What does it look like?" Wisdom inquired, his hands coming to rest clasped before him
"Our equipment suggests several different types present on the planet. They appear to be bipedal. There's another thing... We identify that from 4 of the present aliens, they grow... fur on their heads..."
"Fur?" Integrity questioned
"Yes, fur. In some so long it would make a garg bow."
"They are non-reptilian then." Integrity concluded with a small frown
"Yes. They appear to be descended from primates mostly"
"Describe what you see." Mercy demanded, waving the Major on. The Major turned to the second hologram as it displayed basic representations of the species
"One species... flesh varying around dark red hues... black-red fur... Second species, wildly varying flesh colours and fur colours... I would propose they were the same species but they seem... different. They are definitely far more advanced. They're attacking a maybe a space craft... Might be yet another nation... I see another space craft. I'd guess it belonged to the native species due to its thicker armour but its design seems off. None of this makes sense" The Major paused for a moment
"You are confused, Major?" Wisdom asked, to which the Major slowly nodded
"Yes. The scenario makes no sense, they all look like they are related in some way... but the tech gap is unimaginable"
"I see. Continue your observations as you see fit, keep your craft running dark and in the shadow of that gas giant. I want to know about this planet. First comtact is only to be made on my command, Major." Mercy decreed, ending the holofeed with another hand wave
"Of course..." The Major began, then was cut off. He turned and marched out of the chamber, meeting one of the Special Operations Minors outside
"When do we make contact?" The Minor inquired, tilting his head curiously. Naturally, he spoke in the black tongue and the Major quickly switched his language, becoming even deeper and harsher when many would have deemed such an action impossible.
"When I say" The Major responded, waving him off as he approached the center bridge hologram. He paused for a moment before turning his head "Ensure your Combat Dress is prepared and your Active Camoflague modules are attached." He ordered the crew, staring intently at the holographic planet
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