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."
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Yes my name is shit, please don't refer to me by it. Just call me Alpha.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
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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.
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.
Diplomatic Meeting, Mars
Replying to the message stating their compliance and moving towards the docking bay, the diplomatic ship, a small, white vessel, somewhat cubicle but with small winglets, and with two turrets on either side and a dorsal turret on top moved into the bay. A white-suited diplomat and several black-suited soldiers strode out with a military precision. They were ushered by the EA units to the directed meeting room. It was a decently-sized room, with a large desk with several hovering chairs and with a window that overlooked the vast reaches of space, with a bit of the Red Planet's surface in the foreground.
The diplomat, Ambassador Marana Shigano'vum, was escorted by a group of specially-trained OGVS soldiers, who were using the bullpup-style, clip-based rifles as opposed to the Cyclonic Accelerator Rifles. The Ambassador pressed a panel on her wrist, and a small probe stuck out. After some mechanical humming and whirring, a ding sounded, to which the Ambassador replied with a "Hmph!" before retracting the device. She pressed another part of the panel, and the helmet quickly folded down, revealing the face of a female Sazkarjhian. Her face was the same yellowish-orange tint as the rest of her species, but she had distinct, bright-yellow pattern moving down the center of her face. She smiled lightly, barring some of her sharp teeth, which seemed to have been enhanced by her jet-black eyes. She appeared to be quite a charismatic one. The OGVS units folded down their helmets as well, these men and women looked gruff and serious, and it was easy to tell that they were trying to act casual, but were used to a strict military life.
Marana looked around the room, studying the humans. She remembered seeing them deployed on the surface during the Invasion of Sazkar. They were powerful soldiers then, they looked the same now. She remembered what the Fleetmaster aboard that Marku-Class she was stationed on told her. "If any of these...things...try to attack you, just duck. Remember that the soldiers with you can handle it. We don't need a diplomat dead to set off another intergalactic disaster."
She chuckled slightly, before walking around the table to meet the suited officer up front. "Ah! You must be the Admiral McClain, the one who spoke in the message? I am Ambassador Shigano'vum, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Replying to the message stating their compliance and moving towards the docking bay, the diplomatic ship, a small, white vessel, somewhat cubicle but with small winglets, and with two turrets on either side and a dorsal turret on top moved into the bay. A white-suited diplomat and several black-suited soldiers strode out with a military precision. They were ushered by the EA units to the directed meeting room. It was a decently-sized room, with a large desk with several hovering chairs and with a window that overlooked the vast reaches of space, with a bit of the Red Planet's surface in the foreground.
The diplomat, Ambassador Marana Shigano'vum, was escorted by a group of specially-trained OGVS soldiers, who were using the bullpup-style, clip-based rifles as opposed to the Cyclonic Accelerator Rifles. The Ambassador pressed a panel on her wrist, and a small probe stuck out. After some mechanical humming and whirring, a ding sounded, to which the Ambassador replied with a "Hmph!" before retracting the device. She pressed another part of the panel, and the helmet quickly folded down, revealing the face of a female Sazkarjhian. Her face was the same yellowish-orange tint as the rest of her species, but she had distinct, bright-yellow pattern moving down the center of her face. She smiled lightly, barring some of her sharp teeth, which seemed to have been enhanced by her jet-black eyes. She appeared to be quite a charismatic one. The OGVS units folded down their helmets as well, these men and women looked gruff and serious, and it was easy to tell that they were trying to act casual, but were used to a strict military life.
Marana looked around the room, studying the humans. She remembered seeing them deployed on the surface during the Invasion of Sazkar. They were powerful soldiers then, they looked the same now. She remembered what the Fleetmaster aboard that Marku-Class she was stationed on told her. "If any of these...things...try to attack you, just duck. Remember that the soldiers with you can handle it. We don't need a diplomat dead to set off another intergalactic disaster."
She chuckled slightly, before walking around the table to meet the suited officer up front. "Ah! You must be the Admiral McClain, the one who spoke in the message? I am Ambassador Shigano'vum, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Zonanese Hostility
"I do apologize, I must have befuddled my words, I meant 'are'. We understand your burning hatred for us, and, even though we take great offense to being called 'lizards' as we assume you have developed from our reptilian physiology, we will let your little...nickname...slide. We are fine with where you wish to decide to host a diplomatic meeting. We see that even after ten years, your resentment holds well. So, please, if we can all talk at a meeting I'm sure we can talk about how we can make amends after such a...how do you say...'altercation?'"
"I do apologize, I must have befuddled my words, I meant 'are'. We understand your burning hatred for us, and, even though we take great offense to being called 'lizards' as we assume you have developed from our reptilian physiology, we will let your little...nickname...slide. We are fine with where you wish to decide to host a diplomatic meeting. We see that even after ten years, your resentment holds well. So, please, if we can all talk at a meeting I'm sure we can talk about how we can make amends after such a...how do you say...'altercation?'"
Equestrian Contact
"All right, the diplomatic fleet should be en route to Peace Station now."
"All right, the diplomatic fleet should be en route to Peace Station now."
Zonanese Contact
The Scout Fleet stopped its engines, Fleetmaster Gorya'dum looked with a viewfinder out the bridge of the Mighty Zephyr, one of the old SAF ships now converted to use in scouting missions. He saw that it was the Domi, part of the racial "Trinity" of the Zonanese Empire. The old sailor contemplated to himself the old enemy. He was only a Naval Marshal aboard one of the Trikolo-Class destroyers during the Battle of Domu. He remembered when he first encountered the Zonanese and heard reports. He listened to their radio communications. And he remembered that that battle brought forth the Domi peoples' burning hatred of the Sazkarjhit. He realized this was a problem. He ordered all ships to raise arms, and that if the Zonanese fired and only if they fired that they would shoot back. It was intergalactic law unless the intent for war was established following the Crusading Period.
"We are the ships that comprise Sazkarjhia Outersystem Scout Fleet 012. We mean you no harm, unless you fire upon us. We are on an intergalactic scouting mission, and mean in benevolence to all races known and unknown. We understand your resentment towards our species, it would not surprise us after the events of ten years ago. However, if you were all right with it we would be more than happy to once again establish peaceful communication."
The Scout Fleet stopped its engines, Fleetmaster Gorya'dum looked with a viewfinder out the bridge of the Mighty Zephyr, one of the old SAF ships now converted to use in scouting missions. He saw that it was the Domi, part of the racial "Trinity" of the Zonanese Empire. The old sailor contemplated to himself the old enemy. He was only a Naval Marshal aboard one of the Trikolo-Class destroyers during the Battle of Domu. He remembered when he first encountered the Zonanese and heard reports. He listened to their radio communications. And he remembered that that battle brought forth the Domi peoples' burning hatred of the Sazkarjhit. He realized this was a problem. He ordered all ships to raise arms, and that if the Zonanese fired and only if they fired that they would shoot back. It was intergalactic law unless the intent for war was established following the Crusading Period.
"We are the ships that comprise Sazkarjhia Outersystem Scout Fleet 012. We mean you no harm, unless you fire upon us. We are on an intergalactic scouting mission, and mean in benevolence to all races known and unknown. We understand your resentment towards our species, it would not surprise us after the events of ten years ago. However, if you were all right with it we would be more than happy to once again establish peaceful communication."
EA Contact
The fleet began to move, some ships began to drift away from it.
"Agreed! We have made sure that since the incident ten years ago, we should be more, how you say, open-minded. We too hope that we can put the past behind us and move forward in these vast regions of space. I will report to the Grand Vessel that we have begun to establish diplomatic connections with the likes of you again. We have given the coordinates to a diplomatic breakoff fleet, they will flt over there. We still have our mission, so we will conduct it with what of the fleet we still have. Thank you."
Equestrian Contact
"Equestrians? It is an honor. We understand that we have not seen any of you since...well...the incidents of ten years ago. It's good to hear that you are willing to establish diplomacy and friendly relations. We will send a diplomatic vessel to you when you are willing to receive it. Unless, however, you wish to host a formal meeting, we will allow you to decide where to host the meeting, as Sazkarjhit customs have held to over this time."
The fleet began to move, some ships began to drift away from it.
"Agreed! We have made sure that since the incident ten years ago, we should be more, how you say, open-minded. We too hope that we can put the past behind us and move forward in these vast regions of space. I will report to the Grand Vessel that we have begun to establish diplomatic connections with the likes of you again. We have given the coordinates to a diplomatic breakoff fleet, they will flt over there. We still have our mission, so we will conduct it with what of the fleet we still have. Thank you."
Equestrian Contact
"Equestrians? It is an honor. We understand that we have not seen any of you since...well...the incidents of ten years ago. It's good to hear that you are willing to establish diplomacy and friendly relations. We will send a diplomatic vessel to you when you are willing to receive it. Unless, however, you wish to host a formal meeting, we will allow you to decide where to host the meeting, as Sazkarjhit customs have held to over this time."
((They're mostly scouting fleets put on random vectors, and it seems one brushed by your region of space, so yes.))
EA Contact
"This is SOS Valiant Explorer, part of Sazkarjhia Outerystem Scout Fleet 032, from the Sazkarjhia Center for Naval Operations and Space Exploration. We were sent on a random vector as part of a scouting mission. We come in peace, but the vector we were put on must cut through Earth Alliance space, something we were not aware of. We have no intent on attacking you, not since the events of ten years ago. However, if you attack us first we will not hesitate to fight back."
EA Contact
"This is SOS Valiant Explorer, part of Sazkarjhia Outerystem Scout Fleet 032, from the Sazkarjhia Center for Naval Operations and Space Exploration. We were sent on a random vector as part of a scouting mission. We come in peace, but the vector we were put on must cut through Earth Alliance space, something we were not aware of. We have no intent on attacking you, not since the events of ten years ago. However, if you attack us first we will not hesitate to fight back."
Karboria Capital District, Sazkar Major
Fakeem Suar'kum stood at the balcony at the top of the parliamentary office. He looked downwards, where citizens were milling about. Some commuting up and down the street, some stopping and waving or taking pictures of the new Grand Vessel, and others standing in the square or at shops and kiosks chatting casually. The Supreme Commander grabbed him on the shoulder, startling Fakeem slightly.
"It's a good day out here in Karboria, wouldn't you say?" the gruff commander chuckled heartily.
"Y-yes, it is, Comm-"
"Please, call me Barasmus! After all, I'm subordinate to you." he laughed.
"Right, heh...regardless, all this that's...that's happening."
The commander looked at him with concern. "I truly am sorry about what I had to do to your father. And every time I see you, Grand Vessel, the thought of it still pains me. I just want you to keep in mind that had I not taken the right precautions-"
"Yes, I know, Sazkar would have been destroyed. I've heard this quite a bit, but the weight of it seems to grow more and more. "
"Right. But, it's a new day, a new start for a changing empire. I've been commanding these soldiers for a good 50 years, and I will not stop at anything to save our people. I've also been looking at the reports from some of our outersystem scout fleets. They're picking up new races, new civilizations, rather quickly. And I know that even after 10 long years, we're still making progress. Hopefully that 10 years can stretch out indefinitely, and we can change for the better!"
Barasmus patted the young prophet on the back. "Well, I must return to my duties. I'm sure you may have to return to yours as well. Take care, Grand Vessel."
Fakeem Suar'kum stood at the balcony at the top of the parliamentary office. He looked downwards, where citizens were milling about. Some commuting up and down the street, some stopping and waving or taking pictures of the new Grand Vessel, and others standing in the square or at shops and kiosks chatting casually. The Supreme Commander grabbed him on the shoulder, startling Fakeem slightly.
"It's a good day out here in Karboria, wouldn't you say?" the gruff commander chuckled heartily.
"Y-yes, it is, Comm-"
"Please, call me Barasmus! After all, I'm subordinate to you." he laughed.
"Right, heh...regardless, all this that's...that's happening."
The commander looked at him with concern. "I truly am sorry about what I had to do to your father. And every time I see you, Grand Vessel, the thought of it still pains me. I just want you to keep in mind that had I not taken the right precautions-"
"Yes, I know, Sazkar would have been destroyed. I've heard this quite a bit, but the weight of it seems to grow more and more. "
"Right. But, it's a new day, a new start for a changing empire. I've been commanding these soldiers for a good 50 years, and I will not stop at anything to save our people. I've also been looking at the reports from some of our outersystem scout fleets. They're picking up new races, new civilizations, rather quickly. And I know that even after 10 long years, we're still making progress. Hopefully that 10 years can stretch out indefinitely, and we can change for the better!"
Barasmus patted the young prophet on the back. "Well, I must return to my duties. I'm sure you may have to return to yours as well. Take care, Grand Vessel."
duck55223 said
Accepted TehalphagamerAlso I got to love that avatar XD
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