Thread: Stars in the Sky: A Sci-Fi RPG

Stars In the Sky: A Sci-Fi RPG

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Avi sat, a blue marble decorated with wisps of white and markings colored green. From the void, this world appeared unremarkable, life-bearing planets were hardly unique in this cluster, though the same could not be said for most of the universe-which was, by and large, a dead place. This planet however, was, when compared to the universe at large, quite unique. For, if one looked closely, one could see satellites of various sorts orbiting the planet-alongside two small space stations. If one had the proper equipment, one could hear radio waves and transmissions from installations on the planet-this planet held life. Advanced life.

One couldn’t tell from just looking at it however, one had to look closely. Very closely, lest it seem like just another planet. But still, they were other planets out there, other planets with sentient life, hundreds of them in fact, stretched out across the universe. It was still not unique in the larger view-but then, something happened. Something changed. If one looked even more closely, one could see the slightest of disturbances as an object left the orbit of the planet of Avi. System of Nes. This disturbance. Whilst small, had universal implications.

For that disturbance was a ship-and it changed everything. The Avierians were now part of a select group, a species that had broken the trap that the universe would lay, for this ship, this small grey triangle, played host to a device that had broken the most imprisoning of barriers. The Light Barrier. On that one world, countless armies had clashed and billions had died, weapons of fire and death had discharged their deadly results-and a single empire stood supreme. Another blow was struck by the universe against it’s own order.

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Avi
Khartium: Capital of the Unitary Empire
Imperial Palace

A single being peered out into the blue skies of Avi from a ornate silver balcony, which itself was part of a larger palace. The palace was an elegant, white structure. A building that didn’t quite match the more modern buildings that surrounded it. It was clearly the product of another age, though, if one looked at it, one could see the modern ways had not left the building completely untouched. Windows, once mere holes, were made of stained glass and security camera’s and gates were prevalent, and inside, computers and armories had made their home in what was once a barracks.

The being upon the balcony sighed, and pulled his olive-green half-cape closer to her body. When one was this high up, the light breezes that blessed this part of the world could turn into gusts quite easily. This being, known to the public was Empress Care’lita, was descended from a large and predominately proud family. Her father after all, had united the world in a orgy of explosions, battles and death. It was due to her family that Avi could now reach out into space united-whole and ready to face whatever the universe threw at it. But this, however, was bought at the price of 2 billion people-her father and his counterparts had played things fast and loose when ethic’s were involved.

But for all of that, this Empress was still proud-it had all been for the greater good. Or so she told herself. And now, as she watched the first true interstellar craft her people had crafted blast off into the orbit of the planet, she had tears in her eyes-it had all been worth it. Her father’s wars had all been worth it-if only for this moment. No longer could some quirk of fate, a rouge meteorite, a cosmic accident, kill her people. Besides her, two masked guards, in full dress uniform stood, they were hold-overs from the press conference that the Empress had held a mere thirty minutes ago. These guards, hard men from harder regions, shared their charges emotions, for they had been there doing the meetings, the constant interviews with the press, and now, they saw the results.

The Empress spoke suddenly, in a firm voice that betrayed little emotion. “Has Dr. Corik-lan and his fellows received our message of approval? With that….remarkable ship, we are entering a new age, and the good doctor is without a doubt the man to guide our technology to new heights during this age.” One of her guards nodded, the Empress was the leader of an entire species, even in private, she had to appear utterly in control, which she did admirably, despite the tears that now ran down her face.

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Avi
Khartium: Capital of the Unitary Empire
Khartium Center University
Offices of Dr. Corik-lan

Dr. Corik-Ian tried to stay organized, he truly did, but the last few days had been hectic-quite hectic, as such, his desk was crowded to bursting, his portable-computer sat on one side of it-and papers and work orders blotted out the rest. He was widely regarded as one of the most brilliant scientists of the age-indeed, he was the head of a new council, a research collective of sorts-who would be at the request of the government and her imperial highness, be seeing to it that the security of the Unitary Empire was not compromised in space-the chances of another sentient race in the cluster were low, but the telescopes that the Avierians had built did indicate a high amount of “prime” planets out there-which is to say, planets that be bearing life.

Thus, as the overworked doctor sat behind his desk, twitching slightly as he filled out yet another form-the pre-launch checks for the Eon-class had been…frazzling, as testifed to by the less-then-order feathers atop the doctors head. The aide that walked in with yet another batch of orders from the government almost felt sorry for the doctor-the last thing the man needed was yet more work, but orders were orders. Without a word, the aide dropped yet another sheet of paper atop the doctor’s desk-it was a request and an approval…for something or another. The aide did not know. But judging from the way the doctor’s eyes had lit up as he read through it, he did.

The doctor, for his part, had just shaken off the sleep that had threatened to take him-the Empress was giving her personal approval-and funding-for his research in the area of Robotics-and in turn, he and the council were to put forth a supreme effort in two other projects-namely, FTL communications and the possibility of converting conventional ground-based weapons to space-capable weapons. It would be an uphill battle, but surely, they could manage. They had gotten this far hadn’t they?

Seraph
Trafalgar: Capital of the Seraphastrian Union
Holy Temple of Humility
Administrative Wing

Serak Ka'an-am meditated. The crashing roar of one of the worst storms of the season was going on 57 meters overhead, yet even under all the layers of dirt and rock and perma, Serak could still hear the rumblings. He shook his head; he knew not how his ancestors could have possibly surrvived on the surface, even now, in these modern times, surface outposts were repetedly hit by the storms, and often enough, would disappear completely in the immense winds. Over the past 700 years, the storms had been worsening, and Serak had heard whisperers that a mighty Preptet storm had cracked open the perma coverings of the port of Nemetar and had caused the atomic generator to overheat and explode. If this was true, than truely no city was safe. It was just one more reason why the Seraphastrians must leave Seraph in search of better worlds.

That was his job, or at least, he was part of it. His job was to head a comittee of mathematicians and physicists who were hypothosizing on ways to improve the Lockrobie Drivers, the notoriously inaccurate FTL drives that had proven to be so dangerous in tests. Even as they bickered over manifold calculations and tachyon shunting catylysts, workers in the Aptos asteroids were putting the finishing touches on the Seraphastrian Union's first interstellar scout ship. It really was a beauty, at least, it was from the concepts drawn by a contractor, whose secretaries' brother was a friend of Sarek. However, it wasn't going anywhere without a more reliable form of FTL Drive. Sarek Ka'an-am sighed, in another hour, he would be back in the room of squabbling theoreticists...

On the other end of the Chrition Nebula from Avi lay an even less notible looking planet. From space, this world looked simply like a huge jungle, with two large oceans. Florasia didn't seem to support intelligent life, to a lesser extent than Avi even, but like it, radio waves and other comunications radiated from it as well, showing signs of intelligent life, but a very different form than most.

Like Avi, a disturbence came from this planet, a small, seed-like spacecraft taking off from her surface. Solar panels dotted its surface, absorbing the sunlight it'd need for faster than light travel. Suddenly, it took off, leaving the system at incredible speeds.

This craft, unlike Avi, was not crafted after conflict, but to spread peace. The Florasians were a pacifist people with no love for war, they'd seen the destruction that could cause, the planet laying dead a few planets over spoke testiment to that.

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Florasia
Rosia Capital City of the Florasian Monarchy
Tree Of Life

On its surface, things looked even less civilized, but that was simply due to the natives blending technology in with nature, buildings built in trees, not through them, fossil fuels not used except to produce CO2 for the residents. Even their great palace was built into the limbs of the 'Tree of Life', a massive tree that was visible from thousands of miles away, one of the oldest living organisms in the cosmos.

Atop her balcony in the throne room stood the crown queen of the planet, Florose, a cape billowing behind her and three horns growing from her head, a trait only present in the ruler due to a unique diet to promote it. She watched the first faster than light craft forged by her kind leave their solar system, saying a silent prayer. The Florasians didn't have one concise religion, like Earth, they had many, but due to their pacifist nature, most of them circled around a Buddist type state of being.

She turned, taking her young 'seedling' daughter, Flora by the hand. "Momma, what pretty light?" asked the princess, her own horn buds starting to grow. She watched the small light of the ship speed away.

Florose smiled down, having had the craft named after her daughter. "That is the gift we have for the universe, the spread of peace..." she said.

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Far from both, laying in a area of space shrouded in mystery, even to other races that had peered into the stars. This system was mostly a mystery, even to those who had managed to find it in their telescopes. Surrounded by a blanket of asteriods, Akumex lay waiting, ruled by a living God.

Out of its atmshpere, a bizare ship slithered upwards, trailing light from its trusters. The Tenno I suddenly trust forwards with such speeds it entered what Earthlings would call Hyper Space, but the Akuma called No Space. This race had no dreams of conquest, merely the thrill of the hunt, and finding powerful races throughout space to join forces with.

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Akumex
Tennosus Captial City of the Akuma Tribe
Alter of Tenno

On the ground, Akumex resembled a primitive culture, like tha Aztecs of Earth, paraymid strutures towering above massive forests, some even in volcanos or under water. Many other primitive looking strutures dotted the surface, but truthfully, the Akuma were quite intelligent, they just merely wanted to stay this way in as many ways as possible. Radio communication and television was possible, but mostly used for important messages or battles in one of the planets many collosuems.

King Mao, a massive armored insect-like humanoid, set on his throne, using his gift of Void to show his fellow rules the Tenno I's entry into No Space. This wasn't the Akuma's first attempt at this, but every other attempt ended in disaster, this was the first time they'd actually made it. "We've done it, the stars are open to hunt!" he stated.

Around him sat four thrones, Anga of Fire set in a tornado of fire, Suijin in a waterspout, Ventei in a tornado, and Gaia in a Dust Devil. "Yes! At long last, a true challenge for our kind!" shouted Anga fiercely.

"Yes, we can see if the universe has what it takes to challenge our kind in battle." said Suijin. "At long last, we will truly reach for the stars.

Ventei nodded. "I can't wait to see what the universe has in store for us, the High Warrior's blessing for the mission is paying off."

Gaia merely set, mediating in her dust devil.

King Mao turned to a massive stature of a feather serpent-like humanoid, the statue stood as a sentienal before the lair of the Akuma god, Tenno, a living entity eons old and extremely powerful. "Thank you mighty high warrior, this is a great gift.

The vivid blue and green orb of Aridae hangs transfixed in its orbit in the Skarulae system, lush with life and laden with resources, inhabited by the beings who call themselves the Ardon, endeavoring to find their purpose in the vast Universe; This is where their story begins...

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Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Arlaea
Location: Arlaea Military Base

Rile Dufaunt climbed slowly out of his bed, rolled his neck a couple of times, and stretched his lean, well-muscled body as he pulled a shirt over his head. Nine months into his compulsory five year term of military service, the 22-year-old had become quite accustomed to life on the base. He would get up at sunrise (the "sun" of Aridae being known as "Skar" by its inhabitants), eat a hurried breakfast, then spend the morning in combat drills until lunch; at which point he would normally spend the rest of the day in study, enrolled in various classes with the academy on the base. But things had changed in the past couple of weeks, classes were no longer being offered and drills proceeded throughout the afternoon into the evening hours. The leaders seemed tense, it was clear something was going on outside the walls of the base that no one was informing them of...

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Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Kosmirtan
Location: Kosmirtan Government Research Laboratory, Sorik (Capital City)

Dr. Seira Maen brushed her long, black hair out of her face, humming quietly to herself as she sat at her desk, working late into the night by lamp-light reviewing Dr. Troane's recent work, which he had so helpfully passed along to her only minutes before closing. His theories were almost always exceptionally deep and thought-provoking, but rarely practical or useful; in this particular instance, however, she began to wonder to herself if he might finally have a workable theory for interstellar travel... she paused for a moment, looking up from her work, gazing blankly for a moment at the lamp perched precariously on the corner of her desk. Pondering, she continued to gaze at the bulb, her eyes dimming as the image became blurry, then the bulb appeared to split into two images as her focus shifted... suddenly, Seira's eyes snapped to attention, a decidedly excited look on her face, as she quickly reached inside her desk, frantically searching for a stray scrap of paper, a tissue, anything, and began scribbling something down feverishly.

General Halberd, Professor Cleaver, Commander Glaive
The City of Our Illustrious King, Planet Arcadia
Year 112 AU

"...And that's how FTL travel works! Fascinating, huh?" Cleaver says to the half asleep audience, as well as the television viewers across the planet, who, so eager to not miss the spaceship launch, had resisted the temptation to turn off their television sets due to the extremely boring speech.. Having spent most of his time inside, his hair was much darker than most Arcadians, almost jet black, and his skin almost a peach color, except for the area around his red eyes, which, due to his insomnia caused by years of crystaltech manipulation, had turned a deep purple. "Rivetting." Halberd says, clapping, as the silver haired aged Arcadian soldier says, as he goes to the stage, the many medals covering his red, blue and gold uniform twinkling in all their crystalline glory. "Well, after that... Well-prepared speech, I'm sure we can look forward to the main event." He then pauses, glances at Cleaver, then whispers in the scientist's ear. "Shouldn't you be, oh, I don't know...On the ship?"
"Ummm...N...Yeah, I guess I should." He says, then speeds off to the shuttle. "Miss me, folks?" He says to the crew, as he puts on the black and violet jumpsuit, the standard uniform of doctors on shuttles to Disos.
"Finally!" Glaive says, the white haired captain and pilot of the Sai. "We leaving soon?" He asks the team members huddled around the T.V. "It'll be a while." Officer Naginata says, as the violet eyed, black and red suited mechanic munches on the bag of junk food she always keeps at her side. "Halberd seems to be warming up." She says, referring to the spirited general's habit of gradually getting more animated as his frequent speeches go on. "...WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN! IF WE LOSE, WE RUN THE RISK OF FAILURE!!!"
"Those poor people..." Officer Scythe says, the monocled weapons officer sounding genuinely sorry for the audience, many of which had covered their ears. "How's he keep that up? He smokes, like, 24/7." She says, referring to the crystalline pipe the general was puring gas into. "THIS! IS! WHAT! WE'LL! DO! TO! EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!" He screams. "Oh crap, he gonna set something on fire again?" Cleaver asks. "Looks like- Oh, yep. There he goes." Naginata says, pointing, as the General left after setting his cyan sequined jacket on fire and leaving it on the stage. "Yo, boss!" A cadet says, entering the room. "We're clear for take off!"
"Alright everyone!" Glaive says, donning a pair of crystalline shades, as the crew of 12 buckles in, and then Sai takes off. "Roll out!" He says. The ship fills with a loud humming noise as the drive powers up. It then shoots off, careening into the stratosphere, the colors of the sun as it is eclipsed by the moon in their world's night blending together. Then, the colors begin to swirl as space warps due to the speed as travel. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cleaver laughs, as his masterpiece reveals it's perfection. "Stop that!" Glaive says, startled, as the scientist just laughed maniacally in his ear. "We get it! You're a mad scientist!"
"Sorry..." He says sheepishly.

Seraph
Trafalgar: Capital of the Seraphastrian Union
Grand Temple of Tlaxcala
Space Authority Official Meeting

"...which are all possible places for colonization, and should be investigated further."

Fafath Nor'tel-am blinked slowly, "Thank you, doctor, for that report on possible colonizable worlds. Next on the agenda, is Serak Ka'an-am with the report from the FTL drive improvement committee. Serak Ka?"

Serak shuddered with anxiety, “Members of the Authority, I will keep my report brief. I am afraid that the committee has only found way to slightly improve the efficiency of the Lockrobie Driver. Therefore jumping to FTL speeds using the Lockrobie Driver could still prove disastrous, but will offer some chance of success. That is the opinion of the committee.”

Serak sat back down, shivering; the council would not be happy about this…

Fafath Nor’tel-am retook the podium. “I see. This is an unfortunate circumstance. However, the group here cannot deny that the need to discover new worlds and found new colonies is dire. We must launch our scout ship. Therefore, let us take a vote. All in favor, say….”

Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Kosmirtan
Location: Kosmirtan Government Research Laboratory, Sorik (Capital City)

Dr. Keitz Troane paused, looking up from his work through the glass wall to take in the sight of the Olustar - Aridae's first space exploratory vessel, docked quietly inside Kosmirtan Facility, hidden from the prying eyes of the public; they didn't even know. The Aridae government had kept quiet about its controversial space program, which had only recently picked up steam under government pressure, prompted by the sudden influx of demands from religious leaders across Aridae, all prophesying the existence of other sentient life nearby in the Universe. While the buzz in mainstream society was very positive, the researchers in Kosmirtan were concerned; the effects of interaction between the Ardon and a possibly hostile alien race could be disastrous, and the government was working feverishly to develop methods of protecting Aridae from outside threats.

Dr. Troane suddenly found himself being literally shook out of his stupor as he turned to see the excited, albeit exhausted, face of Seira, her hand placed firmly on his shoulder, "Dr. Maen, what is it?" Keitz asked, perplexed; Seira was usually so calm and collected...

"I looked over your recent work, and everything seems sound - I think we might finally have a breakthrough in interstellar travel! Congratulations, Dr. Troane, I know you've put a lot of work into this, and it's all paying off now. But while I was going through your theories, something occurred to me, and I've been working on it all night, what do you think?" She asked, thrusting a hefty stack of paper onto Dr. Troane's desk with a 'thud'.

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Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Arlaea
Location: Arlaea Military Base

Rile returned to his room, exhausted, to find a letter placed neatly in the middle of his bed. Confused, he stepped forward slowly and picked it up, breaking the official seal and unfolding it's contents. He was being reassigned... to Kosmirtan! What was going on? Kosmirtan had the largest military base on the planet, why would they need him there? With a sigh, Rile began packing up his things, he would be expected to depart for the Kosmirtan Government Research Laboratory first thing tomorrow morning. "Why there of all places...?" he wondered aloud.

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Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Kosmirtan
Location: Kosmirtan Government Research Laboratory, Sorik (Capital City)

"That's brilliant, Dr. Maen!" Dr. Troane said quietly, "I'm astonished... if your theories are correct, and they always are," he said, smiling at the beautiful Dr. Maen, "we could develop technology to essentially cloak, for lack of a better word, the entire PLANET from outside view through the infraction of photons around all of Aridae!"

Seira smiled, relieved by Dr. Troane's approval, "Well, I guess the next step is to get into contact with the Resources Department, and we can begin working to get both of our theories off the ground!" Seira looked forward to working with Keitz on this, and didn't mind showing it, an affectionate gleam in her eye as she walked briskly out of Dr. Troane's office.

Skarulae System
Scout Ship Tenno I

The portal to No Space openned up, the Tenno I emerging from the vortex out of range of Aridae's sensors. The captain of the ship, a large, red skinned komodo dragon-like humanoid stared at the appearence on his monitar, the ship recieving transmissions from the planet's that wondered into space. "Aridae?" he asked, managing to wrap his mouth around the word. "Intresting, it would appear this race is a warrior one, much like our own." he said, turning to his fellows. "You!" he said, pointing to a shadowed Akuma wielding a trident. "You get the honor of testing this planet first." he commanded, three other Akuma following behind him. Moments later, the captain watched a tiny scout pod launch from the Tenno I

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Aridae
State: Kosmirtan
Location: Sorik (Capital City)

The pod blazed through the sky like a meteor, slamming hard into the ground. The Earth Elemental Akuma onboard quickly used his power over Earth to sink the ship deep under ground to avoid detection. The Akuma asigned to this planet emerged, looking shark-like, his mouth plate having a toothy design. His armor was silver in color and had a wave design on it. He ascended through various underground tunnels until finally, he came across a worker down below. Like stalking prey, he came up on the man before he could react, trusting his trident through his back and throwing him aside.

To his suprise, the naturally durible Ardon managed to recover and try to attack him back. The Shark managed to dodge his blows and spin around, beheading him with his trident. Impressed by this showing, he picked up the man's head and turned, heading back to the ship to mount his trophey.

Seraphastria System
Aptos Asteroid Cluster
Facility 17-B
Interstellar Scout Launch Facility
0500 hours

Lieutenant Noren Sep'an-na strapped himself into the navigator's chair on the Intrepid Sun. He glanced anxiously aroudn the bridge of the Seraphastrian Union's first interstellar Worp-class scout vessel. And he was on it! It should be an honor, a day to be remembered by all and a joyous day for the crew. Instead, it was a ship and launch known only to a select few in the governemnt's top tiers. And in fact, he was scared s***less by the fact that this ship would be using a Lockrobie Driver to travel. They'd be lucky if they even lived long enough to scream!

Commander Teps Son'Fa-na, the captain, arrived on the bridge with only 1 minute, 17 seconds left until launch. "I know I am cutting it rather fine, gentlemen, so at ease. I'd give you a speech, but I am as scared as you are, so oh well."

The captain's humor was well-received. Command radioed to tell them some bull**** about duty to the people and honor and how they were brave pioneers, and then the docking clamps released.

Seraphastira System
Near the Aptos Asteroid Cluster
Onboard the Intrepid Sun
0630 hours

Commander Teps Son'Fa-na gave the order, and wathced as an on-screen timer counted down the seconds towards his probable doom. With 10 seconds until the Lockrobie Drive fired, he reflected back on his life. Then, with still 8 seconds left, he peed his jumpsuit.

The Lockrobie Drive fired, and the Intrepid Sun rocketed off into parts unknown.

Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Arlaea
Location: Arlaea Military Base

The Military Base in Arlaea was the first to detect the disturbance in the atmosphere above Kosmirtan, a security analyst pointing out the strange apparition on the monitor to his commanding officer as it soared through the atmosphere, creating a large cloud of dust as it collided with the ground, then mysteriously disappeared. The officer's eyes widened in surprise, then an understanding look crept across his face as he heaved a deep sigh and picked up his radio, uttering in a calm, but commanding tone, "Code Violet, this is not a drill, do not alert the civilian population, all Government facilities are now under lockdown." Then, turning to a young man in front of a large monitor across the room, he announced, "Fire two missiles at the crash-site in downtown Sorik... and you, Artexa," he then turned toward a young woman a few yards away, "alert the authorities in Kosmirtan to evacuate Sorik immediately, anywhere within five blocks of the Research Facility must be emptied of all civilians. If anyone asks why, inform them there is a terrorist threat in the area; we do not want the civilian population to become aware of the true nature of this event."

"What about the Research Facility, sir?" Artexa replied in concerned tone.

"Place the Kosmirtan Research Facility under lockdown," he responded grimly.

"But that's only yards from the landing site!" she replied, shocked.

"They wouldn't make it out in time, the security personnel should be able to quell any threats to the Facility... hopefully."

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Aridae
Year 4,973 R.T.
State: Kosmirtan
Location: Kosmirtan Government Research Laboratory, Sorik (Capital City)

Dr. Seira Maen was working quietly in her private laboratory, standing behind her desk with a large quantity of beakers all labeled with different varieties of chemicals and acids, attempting to find the best solution for her cloaking technology when she jumped suddenly as she heard the evacuation sirens sounding outside in the streets. In confusion, she turned to look out her window just as two loud explosions sounded through the city, a giant plume of smoke and dust filtering through the streets as the district emptied of civilians. She then heard her laboratory door click three times as the bolts slid into place; she was locked in. A voice sounded over the intercom, "Code Violet, this is not a drill, do not alert the populace, make no contact with outside individuals, do not leave your offices, we will inform you when the threat has been rectified." The message repeated two more times, then all fell silent.

Dr. Maen heaved a slow, deep breath... it had happened so suddenly, no one had expected contact this soon. We weren't ready! She walked briskly toward a cabinet on the far side of the room, removing a key ring from her pocket and sliding the proper key into the slot. Reaching inside, her hand lingered over one object for a moment, before reaching for another. Her fingers slowly wrapped around a long, durable wooden pole. She slowly removed the item from the cabinet, grasping it slowly in her hands. She had hardly picked it up since she completed her military training two years ago. Still, after five years of training, she wouldn't soon forget how to use it. She walked cautiously back to her desk, listening as she heard security personnel downstairs scrambling to get into position. Hopefully, they could handle the threat...

Aridae
Kosmirtan
Kosmirtan Government Research Labortory, Sorik

The Shark Akuma traveled through sewer tunnels few ever visited, even if they did, they likely wounldn't see him swimming under the water's surface. He reached the area under the labortory and noticed the locked door. Sure, he could break it down, but why not lure his prey to him. While he didn't speak the native language, the alarm in the facility told him they weren't about to leave him running around under the city. He slowly walked out of the water, letting a securuity camera catch sight of him, trident held behind him as he slowly approached it, letting it get a glimps of him before he leapt at it, biting it off, giving them just enough information to know he was there before he dove back into the water to lay in wait.

Flora I
Avi Near Orbit

The leader of the ship, Violet, looked out the window at the planet. "Please get me radio transmissions," she ordered, the ship's screen filling with various information on the planet. "Poor soles, they've suffered much war, but finally peace reigns...we need to show them we're a peaceful people, deploy the visual message to their leader."

"Yes captain," responded a smaller male worker, bowing, looking through transmissions and managing to translate five words only to native language, it took a bit of time, but he did and sent the message.

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Avi
Khartium Capital of the Unitary Empire
Imperal Palace

A screen in the palace suddenly lit up, five words appearing on the screen in the native language. "We wish for peace, accept?" if they accepted, various recorded images of the Florasian's peaceful culture would be shown, along with an visual explaination for the Florasian's solar cells and that they were being offered as a peace offering to the reciever.

The Challenge
Eon-Class Scouting Vessel

Captain Rys’ah looked out at the starry void that stretched out in front of him-it was truly breathtaking, truly a wonder. He did not always agree with the Unitary Empire-his employers-but here, here they had done right. They had propelled the captain and his crew to new heights, to unexplored regions to the next age of sail-he was like the explorers of old now, blazing new trails across unknown regions. He tried not to be too proud of that fact-but it proved inevitable.

He had left the planet’s orbits not too long ago-and his ship was speeding along-the stars but a blur. They heading to an arid planet within the system-arid-but inhabitable, if only in the vast scrub lands that dotted it’s surface. Here, perhaps, a colony would one day be built. Indeed, with the light barrier shattered, the last true impediment to Avierian expansion was gone.

After all, what were the odd’s of other sentient races rising to challenge them?

Avi
Khartium Capital of the Unitary Empire
Imperal Palace

The Avierian response was immediate-the unknown craft in the sky was targeted by various missile installations-some nuclear-from around the planet. Alien life? This was either a hoax-or something that would rock the foundations of the Empire to it’s very core. That was something the Unitary Empire could not allow. At all. Civilian transmissions were clamped down on around the empire-by the Empire’s intelligence agency; The Sentinels. To their credit, it was done within the hour. Within the confines of the palace, a group of experts were talking, debating really, endlessly and ceaselessly.

Until, at last, a decision was reached-a response was to be sent. It would be terse, unclear, blunt and extremely paranoid. Exactly what one would expect from the Unitary Empire.

“Who are you? What do you want? We will not tolerate intrusion into our airspace.”

Avi
Khartium Capital of the Unitary Empire
Imperal Palace

The screen lit up again. "We Wish For Peace," it said. After a few seconds due to translating the correct words. "We are the Florasians, we wish for peace with the Avierians," it came up. The screen then cut to the video of the Florasian homeworld's peaceful existence, including Florose herself showing the solar panel's perpose by powering a large building. This gave the Florsians a chance to translate some more words to give the following message when the video ends. "We send a peace offering."

A pod slowly descended and landed lightly in front of the imperal palace. A Florasian offer emerged, holding a solar panel in his arms. He laid it before the guards and walked back. "Peace offering, solar panel, very good," he said in broken, but intelligable Avierian. "No tricks," he reassured, holding both his hands up and spreding his vines to reveal he had no detonator or any type of weapon on his body.

Avi
Khartium: Capital of the Unitary Empire
Imperial Palace

The latest message might as well have been a nuclear bomb for the shock it sent through the various experts assembled within the halls of the ancient palace. Those alien creatures had been listening to their radio transmissions - either that, or they had already infiltrated Avierian society at some point. Both options were not categorized under ‘friendly” in the terms of diplomacy. Wars had been fought over lesser matters during the last age. The experts and the empress, who was also in attendances were not fooled by the “peaceful” bits of propaganda the aliens had sent down. They appeared to be trying to start a panic-a panic that could end the empire.

And that just wouldn’t do. Every being in the room watched with dread in their hearts as the craft descended and landed at the front of the palace - in full view of the public no less! One of the Empire’s ministers moaned openly at this. This was a disaster of the highest caliber-the Empire was built on one concept. The Avierian expansion into space-a better future or all Avierians. But now, it turned out that they were not alone. That others may have reached space before them. May have taken what rightfully belonged to the Empire! The Empress, her face pale-but controlled, gestured to a uniformed man standing beside her, the captain of the guard. “Detain the visitors. Now.”

With a nod and a salute, the man transmitted the Empresses orders to the gate guards. The moment the aforementioned guards received these orders, their machine guns came up. Their expressions were hidden by the dark visors that their black helmets sported-but their orders were clear-as was their intent. A squad of guards burst out of one of the doors-wielding riot shields and police batons-as well as several different types of gas grenades. One of the guards in front of the door, still aiming his machine gun at the visitor barked out a simple command:

“On the ground! Now!”

Avi
Khartium: Captial of the Unitary Empire
Imperial Palace

The Florasian calmly got on the floor as instructed, fully aware the guns couldn't kill him, but doing so out of respect and peace.

The message changed. "We wish not war, we wish peace." Violet realized how the Empress and her guard had reacted to them being in space. It then transfered the launch time of Flora I from Florasia along with its rotation speed and orbit, as well as what percentage of a day the Florasian's used for an hour, when transfered to Avi time, it was shown the Flora I left almost two hours later than the Avieran craft had, something the Florasians wouldn't have known to be able to decieve them. Violet had one bargining chip she believed the Avierians wouldn't be able to pace up. Pictures of the second life baring system in their system appeared on the screen, showing it in every detail the Florasians could give, only if the race refused to listen. This message then appeared: "Let us Negotiate: Florasia Offers: Solar panel technology, Avierians allowed come and go to Florasia freely if laws followed, Avi permited to colonize on Florasia II for non-military purposes. Request from Avierians: Florasians allowed to come and go to Avi if laws followed, Avi protect life on Florasia II while colonizing, trade between Florasia and Avi, mutual defense contract: Florasia protect Avi if Avi threated and not agressor, Avi aid Florasia if Florasia threated and not agressor." it read. After a few moments another line was added. "Your turn to negotiate."

OOC: Basically, it's the Empress's turn to give terms of peace.