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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Well that's a rather rude way to start negotiations
Booming throughout the hangar was a voice, speaking simply, but with authority and power:
"You are currently a guest on my ship, Alexander-Descendent. Don't even bother with weapons, they won't harm the floor or even the weakest part of our small-ship fleet, which you see is around you. Our drones will incinerate you if you step out of the designated area; they are very advanced, I assure you. That is their programming, and it is a very difficult, hacker-proof program to be very difficult even with the proper passcodes and interface. You wouldn't be able to hit them, and even if you did, you would do no harm. And if we wished you dead, you would not have made it halfway here."

And a Robed Supreme, indicating that it was a true Supreme, a Draconian Supreme, which was a 10-foot-tall light-blue scaly lizard-man who was wearing golden armor, and behind the two, a very large, 12-foot-tall half-ton spider, wearing golden armor, that has 10 thick legs, and 4 mandibles that were, again, covered in individual golden armor pieces.

And each of them, being 8 foot tall or higher, looked down on the smaller people.

The Robed Figure said calmly, with quiet confidence, "Would you like me to remove my robe? It is not my only garmant, just customary for our race, especially after a certain event that affected us greatly. If it is rude to keep oneself hidden, then I will remove it, though you may not like what you see. We are not the same as we used to be. One event changed us physically, and so the robe is simply to hide those changes."
((Duck, it's the roleplay. The Supremes are how they are through reasons I don't care to explain. Deal with it, and don't nag in OOC. It'll make the Supremes dislike you longer.))

Alexander's Descendents Contact
Nothing more was sent back as the Alexander-Descendents' ship went en-route, and the Supremes waited patiently. Once the small ship was in range of the massive Supreme Command-And-Control 'Centre-Ship', several tractor beam cannons emerged from the ever-spinning hull of the ship, locking onto the smaller ship and effortlessly dragging it into the spin, and towards an open hangar. While the tractor beams could of immediately pulled the ship into the hangar, the g-forces caused by an action would possibly have killed all life on board, and so the ship was brought in comfortably fast.

Once inside, holographic, translucent fencing appeared around the ship, leading a twisting pathway through m any other, more advanced Corvettes, Shuttles, and Bombers that all sat in the hangar bay. Little drones with 3 metal rods infinitely orbiting around them darted about, watching them to make sure they didn't step out of the line. As soon as one of the ship's passengers stepped onto the hangar floor, the holographic fencing changed a little, to have a "Warning: Do Not Exit The Designated Area. Existence Not Assured Outside The Designated Area." infinitely placed along the fence. The ground lit up, and the metal turned white in the center of the holographic fencing, blocking out the much darker grey color that dominated everything in the room.

Equestrian Contact
"We will consider. In the mean time, we will leave you with this. If you gift magic to another race, or several races, never take it back. You gave a gift; it is theirs, not yours. And when you look for alliances, do not restrict other people's control, no matter how small. Always listen, and let the little ones grow and flourish."
Sukui, just a suggestion/idea, but the Draconians made many different AIs and VIs. Perhaps a 'lost' and 'forgotten' AI/VI left on an abandoned planet started over again with the facilities there, and eventually went back to the stars? Idk.
Equestrian Contact
A reply came back immediately:
"The Princesses and the High Archmage are in a meeting with the Humans and their Alliance, we know. We have gained technology when your races, well, excluding the Equestrians, lost many ages of technological development. You Equestrians were completely wiped out, by your own mage plague or somesuch. As for peaceful? Your kind were feared in other areas, places that the Equestrians had not reached, but places that the Equestrians were known. They saw your ancestors' Equiis Pact, keeping all the power for the Equestrians, and giving little to all the smaller little nations you forced under your wing. Harmony? With a gun, perhaps, or veiled threats. Freedom? I've seen many much freer and happy when the Equestrians disappeared. And peace? There were still wars. Your ancestors were nowhere close to being such great peacekeepers, such saviors. We bid you good luck in being better than them, for you area already traveling down the same path. Let us know if you wish to know of your ancestors; we will be waiting. In the meantime, could you set us up with a communications link to the humans and their counterparts? It's time to make ourselves known to them, as well."

Alexander Descendents Contact
And we are the Universal Supreme Collective, holder of thousands of galaxies, travelers of dimensions, and creatures who have lived more than a millennia. Would you like to arrange an incarnate, or face-to-face, meeting?
General Bio
Name: Andrew Emerson
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Inch-long brown hair, usually wears clothing that is dark or black, with a pair of running shoes that have somehow survived years, through repair and durability alone.
https://blog.etsy.com/en/files/2012/10/cyborg_etsy.jpg
Superpower
Name of ability: A user would be called an "Emmer." Electromagnetic Energy Control.
Description: At advanced stages, an Emmer could do anything from use large amounts of energy from surrounding areas to send out 'pulses' similar to echolocation, except with energy, to detect and see electromagnetic fields. This means that, if he studies a single person's brain close enough, he could 'read' their thoughts, and on a basic level, detect emotion. He can see, feel, the electrical impulses going on in someone's brain, detect the field that surrounds all living beings, similar to a shark, or if enough energy is available, he can even focus and launch it at something.
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Level one abilities: Vision flickers with the sight of someone's nervous system in action, unconscious detection of basic emotions. If near a large energy source, and under powerful emotion, whether stressed, surprised, or otherwise, he could possibly set off a detonation of energy, causing a blackout in the process.
Level three abilities: Begin to utilize the energy-echolocation, better unconscious and conscious detection of emotions at distance, with concentration and focus, can begin understanding someone's brain [Meaning: Staring at their head really hard for more than ten minutes], begin to create mental pictures of the area around him.
Level five abilities: Unconscious energy-echolocation, unconscious, efficient detection of emotion, can easily see into someone else's brain/nervous system, but still requires study and time to understand, easy large-scale refocusing and launching of energy from nearby power source, and with concentration, small-scale energy refocusing and launching. At this point, the constant, unconscious energy-echolocation will allow the Emmer to 'see' outside of his body, and look into buildings or even underground for quite a distance.
Weakness/drawback: Requires a powerful energy source to use energy blasts, constant information input can lead to occasional overstressing and and a rare breakdown, emotions from surrounding people will either begin to influence his own thoughts, or force himself to become more unfeeling and emotionless. The possibility that Andrew will go into a comatose state increase with the greater his range of mind-sight.
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History
History: Andrew grew up in a small town where the majority of the population was of hispanic origin, and most of the neighborhoods were, as some call it, "Ghettos." However, the minority of the population, the 'Whites', took up all the higher paying, more controlling jobs. And as a 'Whiteman,' as his nickname became, he quickly ended up earning money at better jobs than all his buddies at school -where he pretty much turned the entire school into his friends-, and so his resume, by the time he got out of high school, was all nice and plump with different jobs, recommendations and positive comments. And so after college, he got a nice job for an Oculus Rift branch in New York, and began working on the electronics for the VR headset. While he wasn't working on the electronics themselves, he was working on how to get them to fit and connect as efficiently as possible, and his work resulted in several versions that both halved the current Oculus Rift headset with improvements to the overall hardware and software, where before, they had to sacrifice capability.
The day before the bus ride: Woke up, at Cinnamon Life for breakfast, walked to bus-stop, got coffee from his favorite coffee place between home and bus, got on bus, took bus to the opposite side of the city, got off, walked several blocks to Oculus Rift, spent an 9.5-hour shift working on trying to make the systems more efficient, had Subway leftovers from an ice-lunchbag, stopped at subway on his way back to the bus stop, got a foot long, took the foot long to the bus stop, went home, waited an hour in which he took care of financial STUFF and played video games, had half his Subway sandwich, put the ice-lunchbag in the freezer to get cold again, talked to friends online, put subway in fridge, drank some coke, went to bed at eleven.
Is my superpower okay?
And by large energy source, I don't mean a portable generator. I mean, like, a nuclear reactor, or a large coal power plant, or something like that.
Sure
Just detect the Supremes' ship
They won't see it as enslaving. They'll see it as 'mass preservation by way of permanent government and leadership changes.'
If anyone is looking for a revolution or somesuch, do tell me, and the APIRCA will have its first post
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duck55223 said
Also my reaction to what the Supremes said


They don't like Faust and her Equestrians, bro

Plus they still need to preserve them, which has aggravated them like a colassol itch they can't scratch for thousands of years. You would be a little sour as well, if you had such an itch for such a long time.
Response to Equestrian Comms Blip
The moment the signal sent out, another signal came in, using the same encryption, broadcast type, and code, as if the same type of machinery was producing the signal in response, even though this was first-contact. After the Equestrian signal had been repeated, another signal came in, with the same language, the same accent as the Equestrians, the same everything, really, as if they were communicating with another Equestrian ship.

"Experiencing Deja Vu? Oh what fun this is, to watch it all happen again. I remember your ancestors, little ponies, oh how large they had grown. Larger than you could ever imagine. The humans, too, and their Dolphins and Abh. We're not entirely sure about those Dwarves, or whomever they are, as they must not of been large enough to warrant enough of our attention.

You and the humans, on the other hand, are very interesting, to see the exact path followed all over again. Now, may we speak to the four Princesses, Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and Twilight? Oh, and that High Archmage, ah, what was his name... High Archmage, Duck de Steelhorn. Ridiculous name, but it must be the norm with you, since your kind has had the exact same names since your Faust popped you into existence. Now, are you like your ancestors, who claim peace and yet build up one of the three most powerful naval forces in the galactic cluster? Or are you truly peaceful?"
Somewhere Far Away But Not Too Far To Be Detected
The Reality-Fabric, the shortened version of the fabric of reality and space, which is basically everything, rippled as it was disturbed, and a giant ship emerged from the sudden disturbance. The ship itself would normally be called a space station, though a very large one, because of its shape. It was very long, and somewhat narrow, extending well over a hundred kilometers in length. The reason why it resembles a space station is because of what is 3/4ths of the way to the forward section: a giant disk. The disk's center was centered along the center of mass of the ship, and the disk radiated out from the ship, giving it a circle-shape if looking directly from the front or back, and giving it a sword-facing-backwards shape when looking at it from any side. No thrusters or any kind of propulsion could be sighted: just a dark grey armored hull, dotted with domes, antenna, glowing cylinders, various extensions out of the hole that look like the entrance or exit of a hangar or bay of some kind, and in many places, large turrets with four stubby barrels. In other places, there were identical turrets, except that they were just domes, and presumed to be laser turrets.

No contact was made with any of the nearby detected anomalies and contacts, but the ship pulsed, twice every minute, that made going undetected virtually impossible.
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