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    From beyond the airlock they heard the muffled orders of one of the aliens, likely the Seer. Alexander was unable to understand the language, but he doubted it would matter, for even if he could, the words were barely recognizable as speech through the thick doors as it was. Natalia seemed a bit uneasy, but that was understandable. Even a meeting with peaceful intentions could go wrong, and like any Guard worth the rank, she had to be able to act within an instant's notice. She was not worried, first contact with the Kain had shown there was nothing to be worried about, she simply had to be prepared for the unexpected.
    Alexander, on the other hand, was quite calm. In the days when his appearance matched his age, he would've been barely able to contain the excitement of the moment. Over the years, however, he had learned to be as calm and collected as he had to act for such occasions. Still, he was looking forward to the coming exchange, although more the discussion of knowledge than the politics of international affairs.

    These concerns were at the back of their minds as the airlock in front of them opened, the air breathable, yet with a whiff of chlorine still on it. Beyond the doors were three Kain, one obviously the Seer, and the other two his honor guard. All three were in formal dress, and Alexander took note of the artistically crafted blades the guards bore. In reflection, he wondered if he should have pushed for a more ceremonious escort, as the Seer clearly had. He decided it was no matter of concern, though; the Seer had the advantage of the home ground, so he could afford a greater degree of formality over practicality. Alexander realized that selecting one of the Senate Guard had been the right choice, though; their armor, while just as capable as suits of the same line, was gentler in form, and more importantly it was less intimidating.

    Still, as they both ducked through the airlock door and into the Kain station, Alexander couldn't help but wonder what the aliens thought of them. The stronger gravity, while expected and prepared for, caught him by surprise regardless, although he tried not to show it. Natalia, of course, had no problem with it, her armor having compensated as soon as it detected the increase.

    “It is an honor to meet you in person, Seer Finorlan.” He then extended his right hand to the Seer, which had a formal black glove on it, as did his left.
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    «Mehkiaz: Sovereign Council»

    The building itself was a work of art, with most of its structure grown from synthetic crystals by the Citadel's finest architects. Otherwise impossibly shaped arches framed entrances, and warped columns supported the upper levels. The floors were studded, making it difficult for commoners to walk into the council building with their exoskeletons.

    The central room of the council building was the most intricately designed. The ceiling had a large elliptical hole in the center, through which Mehkiaz's mother star Celesthia gazed from her seat in the heavens. Below this gape was an elliptical dome – whose base was twice the diameter of the hole – surrounded by a trench. This was one of the few metal objects in the building, and it served both a decorative and practical purpose. On rainy days, water that came through the hole in the ceiling would roll down the sides of the dome and into the trench, where it would be drained into a nearby river.

    A large, flat halo encircled the dome and was used as a table by the Council. It was also forged of metal, but had vein-like structures on its surface that matched the blue of the rest of the council building, and led to small pits. In front of each of these pits was a throne of crystal and metal, where the Council would eventually take their seats.

    The first of the Council to arrive was a Corian with a membrane tinted orange and a hexapod exoskeleton whose 'feet' fit neatly between the studs in the floor. He chose a seat just one place from the far end. Half his exoskeleton's legs folded neatly into the shell, leaving one at each side and a third in front of him in order to support himself in a seat clearly designed for bipedals.

    The next to arrive was of a similar orange color, but she did not use an exoskeleton. Her cilia grasped the studs as she dragged herself across the floor, eventually taking a seat across the table from the previous arrival. Her soft form seemed to meld into the seat as she relaxed. After a few moments, a thick, gelatinous limb reached towards the pit in the table before her. Once the other Council-member did likewise, the veins of the table began to pulse.

    “Many suns have past since I last spoke to you, Tyr.”

    “Indeed, they have. How have you fared, milady?”

    “I presently have Celesthia's favor, though the same cannot be said of the people who dwell on my world.”

    “Recently, most of the Sovereignty's people have been suffering. Be thankful that you are not one of them, Dyene.”

    Three more of the Council members arrived, walking close together and speaking amongst themselves. Like Dyene, they were currently not using any exoskeletons. They took their seats, and linked themselves to the others through the table. Idle conversation was made about the weather of their dominions, both atmospherically and politically.

    There seemed to be an increasing number of protests on a few worlds. Along with the everlasting protest against the use of MX Propulsion Drives, there were also protests against various sovereign-wide laws being voted on by the Council, as well protests against particular interpretations of laws already in effect. However, these matters would mean little to them when the conference began, as they had been called to Mehkiaz for reasons not yet disclosed to the entire Council.

    Through the gape in the ceiling, a ceremonial throne descended quietly. Seated in it was an equally decorated Corian, wearing what could best be described as a hat in place of the typical helm or skull. In place of an exoskeleton, this Corian had a skeleton of some kind that appeared to be surgically inserted into his body. His jelly-like form clung to the skeletal frame that supported him, as well as to the chair in which he was seated. The throne hovered gently over the table and floated in place just above the ground where another chair should have been.

    The Council members seemed to treat this particular being with a reverence that implied he could remove them from existence if they angered him. The communicative veins that were throbbing rapidly just moments before fell still like those of a beast whose throat had been slit.

    “Ithyr-Kyn Iosyr, we are cleansed by your presence.” The veins pulsed simultaneously, all in the direction of the hovering throne, which radiated as the pulse reached his pit, despite there being no contact. Iosyr was familiar with this greeting, and a man of his status expected it wherever he went. He was holy, for his mind had touched Celesthia, mother of all. He was Ithyr-kyn, family of the gods.

    “And I bless you for your service.” Iosyr scanned the room, noting the empty Council seat next to Tyr.

    “I see that one of your own is absent from this communion. Do any of you know why he is not amongst us?”

    “I am here.” The statement was vocalized, and the speaker walked across the room. His exoskeleton was a dark green, but obscured the color of his membrane. It was a biped exosekeleton, bearing resemblance to a hominid prior to their extinction. The soles of its feet were studded in the same pattern as the floor, making it easier to walk upon, despite the floor being designed specifically for the purpose of keeping biped exoskeletons out. When the Corian reached the empty seat, he placed his hand over the pit and began speaking through the communicative veins.

    “I apologize for my rude vocalizations, Ithyr-Kyn, as well as my tardiness. I was forced to modify my feet so that I could walk inside.” The pulsing of the veins carried the Corian's sarcasm, but Iosyr disregarded it.

    “Perhaps you should switch to a hexapod exoskeleton, or enter the council chamber without an exoskeleton, Xaran. Now that you've finally arrived, we can begin the conference. Dyene, you were the one that summoned us here. Please, tell us why.”

    “As the Council knows, I commissioned the construction of a starship. This starship was of a unique design, and was intended to be the hidden blade of the Sovereignty's navy. Construction was nearly complete, with only the propulsion drive needing to be finished. My finest engineers were modifying the MX Propulsion Drive to be more efficient, and after the propulsion drive was integrated with the ship, they just needed to complete a few more tweaks. Unfortunately, before they could do so, it was stolen.”

    The comm-veins throbbed and Tyr nearly jumped out of his seat. A prototype warship that had been in construction for several decades had been stolen, apparently right out of the construction bay. Dyene's world was known for being the most protective of its properties, and theft rates were the lowest in the Sovereignty, nearly non-existent due to the highly skilled security force in every city and at every military base.

    “I've deployed my finest captains and their ships to retrieve it, but I'm not sure they alone will be able to reclaim it.”

    “Who is the heretic who stole the vessel, Dyene?”

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    «Outside COS Space»

    “Vladikyn Eister, we need to slow down. The propulsion drive is overheating, and I can't stabilize it while we're putting this much stress on it.”

    Eister stood in the center of the bridge, watching the monitor in front of him with what seemed to be passing interest. His exoskeleton, like the majority of the crew's and the Sovereignty's people, was a biped that obscured most of his membrane. However, unlike most of the bridge crew, his exoskeleton was made for combat, not operating a vessel.

    “Very well. Decrease speeds to sub-light levels. All hands, be ready to go to your battle stations. I have a feeling that our pursuers will notice us drop out of FTL propulsion mode.”

    There was a notable lurch as the ship seemed to stop, but the crew continued working. Moments later, several warships appeared in front of Eister's ship. Obviously, the captains had not been practicing proper following distances, and they overshot. The rear of their ships were exposed, and Eister thought the red glow of their engines made perfect targets.

    “You there, do we have any weapons we can activate from the bridge?”

    “We have automated turrets, half a dozen bridge-defense batteries, and... I think we have a few torpedoes, too.”

    “Well, there isn't much we can do until the gunners activate the main batteries, then. Let's test out the torpedoes, at the very least. Target Gambler's Luck. Don't destroy the ship, just make him ineffective for combat.”

    “Yes, sir. Firing torpedoes at Gambler's Luck. Targeting the port-side cannons.”

    The warships continued turning as the torpedoes sped towards one of their own. A brilliant purple flash informed the bridge crew and the warships that the torpedo had detonated, leaving the midship port-side with little hull between the crew and the cold void.

    “They're attempting to hail us, sir.”

    “Let's hear it then.”

    '--Sovereign Axis. Repeat, we demand that you surrender and turn over the Sovereign Axis. Repeat, we-- sir, we have an open comm with the bridge of the Sovereign Axis!'

    'Ah, so they decided to listen to us. Who is the current captain?'

    “Vladikyn Eister. Pleasure to meet you, Admiral.”

    'Eister, eh? Well then, this should be easy. Turn over the Sovereign Axis and we'll let you and your crew fly away from here in a couple of shuttles.'

    “No.”

    'Eister, it'd be a shame if I had to shoot down a promising soldier and his friends.'


    “It'd be a shame if your fleet didn't survive this battle.”

    'You'd sink an entire fleet of loyal Sovereignty citizens just to make your point? Have you been reading up on hominid history?'

    “Sir, the main batteries are online.”

    “Admiral, since I commandeered this vessel, I have the right to rename it, yes?”

    'I suppose you do. It'll just be changed back once we re-commandeer it.'

    “When you get back to Cherre, inform Dyene that I've renamed it the Missing Axis.”

    'It won't be missing for very long; Only for the length of this battle.'

    “May Celesthia favor you, Admiral.” Eister closed the comm before the Admiral could reply. The warships had been fully turned around for most of the conversation, but it was only now that they began to move towards the Missing Axis. Eister watched for a moment, while his crew waited in anticipation for the orders they were about to receive.

    “All batteries, fire on the Admiral's ship. Fire torpedoes at the rest. Remember, aim to cripple, not to kill.”

    The bridge crew began shouting orders through comm lines and inputting various targeting restrictions into their consoles. Eister turned and walked towards his command seat, paying no mind to the holographic monitor that followed him. He sat down and waved the monitor away, watching as lances of energy sped towards the Admiral's ship. The bridge crew began working the Missing Axis into an evasive pattern, avoiding most of the Admiral's fleet's attacks and shrugging off the ones that did hit. Soon enough, the Admiral's ship was unable to defend itself, and the rest of the fleet formed a shield. However, it wasn't long before their remaining weapon systems were crippled as well. Several warships fled then, activating their propulsion drives and speeding in the direction of Cherre. Only the Admiral and two other ships were left when Eister ordered the bridge crew to cease fire.

    The Admiral's ship, his remaining escort, and the Missing Axis simply drifted, maintaining their positions relative to each other.

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    (( with how slow things are going missing axis you sure you dont want an imperial intervention to the plot haha))

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    **Outside COS Space**

    A small druubi task force dropped out of acell, very obviously into sensor range of the warships nearby. of the 2 forces present the side of the warship seemed like the rightful government of the sector. The other ships must be rebels or pirates of some kind. The Battlecruser Hangfold took point, it's escorts and the carrier ship following close by.

    "Bring Shields up and primary railgun batteries online!" Captain Drexe stated. "Bring us in closer and fire upon the rebel ships. After that try to make contact with the other group."
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    Quote Originally Posted by REDSHEILD View Post
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    Seer Finorlan smiled eagerly as he beheld the Castorian leader before him. ''The honor is all mine, Federal Chancellor.'' The Seers lips twisted strangely as he pronounced the foreign words in broken latin. He glanced at the towering behemoth beside the Castorian creator and couldn't help but admire the elegance in the flowing form of the alien battle suit. ''Please, if you would follow me we can speak in a more comfortable place.'' With a signal from the Seer the two guards led the way down the hallway towards the predetermined chambers. ''I must admit Chancellor, I find myself humbled by your guard and yourself. I had never imagined that such tall beings could exist, aside from plantlife of course. Or are you in fact part tree?'' The Seer gave a smile. ''No no, I jest of course. I am just sorry that the station is so ill-equipped for people of your stature.''

    As they walked through the station, several Kain moved aside to stand within the alcoves of the passageway, bathed in a light blue light as they adjusted their breathers to compensate for the foreign atmosphere passing by. Some looked on with awe, others with fear. The Seer even thought he saw a couple looking on with a lust for knowledge and power. Those ones will have to be watched, who knows what extremes people will go for to get a taste of alien technology.

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    The ships gathered by the assembly point in preparation for their mission to recover the dysfunctional probe, though only the admirals knew their real mission. To investigate the tampering that had taken place and be prepared to meet with yet another alien species. As they gathered, Jormun looked over the details of the ships gathered. 821 Morya class and 300 Triam ships had gathered to patrol the borders and investigate the probe. It was up to Jormun to co-ordinate the ships in Thraks absence as he made his way to Kai to greet the foreign visitors. As he was plotting patrol routes one of the newly established ftl monitoring stations on the border sent a fragmented report to his console.

    ''Admiral Tor, I need your input on a matter.'' Jormun turned his head to the young admiral beside him. He had been recently promoted following his experience with the Castorians and his handling of the discussions that had led to the formal meeting taking place at the capital. It also transpired that he was the most qualified admiral with regard to alien matters, so Jormun kept him close at hand. ''Do you recognise these drive signatures? They don't match our exact models of the Castorian, Ionan or even Bug drives. Could they be a new drive or simply a false reading?''

    Tor Alaguard looked over the data before them and snorted. ''That drive is unfamiliar to us but more importantly it seems to work completely differently to the known drives. Any technological change of this magnitude would have been reported to us. Therefore I can only conclude that this is a new species. Where was this data gathered?''

    ''Within Kain space, just inside the border. It was recorded about 10 minutes ago but the fragmentation could have delayed the transmiss-'' Jormun was cut off suddenly by another update. He read the report quickly and felt a sternness descend over his face. ''The ships are firing at each other. From what I can tell one ship is facing the rest. We must intervene. Prepare the fleet, I will not have our borders both violated and used for butchering.''

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    As the fleet prepared to engage their rift drives, Jormun and Tor were attempting to establish a live link with the border station in a hope of receiving more intel on the alien ships. They were getting updates quicker now, one per minute at least. But it was not enough, since after 3 minutes it seemed the battle was all but over, many of the ships having fled and leaving the lone craft and 3 others to fend for themselves, drifting through Kain space. ''It looks like this will be a simple pick up mission, let us hope they are smart and realise a fight will end badly. Wait a second, this is new..'' Tor raised his eyebrows at Jormuns words and turned his attention to the console.

    ''What are those? More unfamiliar drives. Are they opening fire as well? They are going to annihilate those ships while they drift!'' Tor snorted in disgust as he watched the updates. ''Jormun, I think we should give the order to jump.''

    ''Agreed.'' He leant over and pressed a button on the console. Moments later, the fleet disappeared as one.

    With a sudden burst of light, the Kain ships appeared at the scene of the confrontation. ''Surround the ships, arm the Colossi and be prepared to board the alien ships if they resist. Tor, prepare a visual cue for the aliens, show them that attacking is a bad idea.'' Tor nodded and transmitted the simple series of images to the ships.

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    (( with how slow things are going missing axis you sure you dont want an imperial intervention to the plot haha))
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    **Outside COS Space**

    "sir another force dropping out! cross-refrencing with our construction database." an ensign rambled "Well ensign are they friendies or more bandits!" Captain Drexe stated. The ensign continued "Not friendly not bandits, another military force, however they don't seem too pleased." Captain Drexe began "start transmitting an audio-visual message, try to explain we were doing them a favor by ridding the sector of these brigands. Send a lingual cypher to them. lets try to open a communications channel in a few minuites. Meanwhile shift power away from weapons so we don't encourage them to fire on us. Send a message to the main fleet, we may need help and have a first contact scenario"
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    «Inside Kain Space»
    »»Onboard the Admiral's warship««


    "Additional energy signatures detected. It appears that more ships have arrived, but I am unable to identify them, Admiral."

    "Sir, it appears that they're attempting to flank us."

    "By the Ithyr! Open a comm link with the Lance; I want them to aim all available batteries at these new ships. They're probably working with Eister, that damned traitor."

    The Admiral beckoned a monitor forth, and set it to display local energy signatures. Two beads of light stood out within the outline of the Lance, moving towards a fog-like collection of energy signatures unidentified by Corian scanners. The Lance's outline finally stopped moving, and the Admiral turned his head towards the communications officer on deck.

    "Inform the Lance that they are free to--"

    "There are more energy signatures entering scanner range, Admiral! I can only make out a few hundred individual readings; there's an entire war fleet here!"

    »»Onboard the Missing Axis««

    "The new arrivals are surrounding us, sir. We can't identify the ships, but they aren't of the same design as the group that flanked the Admiral."

    "You're telling me that there are two alien species here?"

    "That is correct, sir."

    "How queer. Put all weapons on standby; don't aim them at the alien vessels. I --"

    "Incoming transmission. It appears to be a series of images. Streaming them to the main display now."

    The images depicted the Missing Axis firing upon the Admiral's vessel, and the Admiral's ships firing back. They were followed by images of the alien vessels, more of the Missing Axis firing, more of the alien vessels, some of the alien vessels firing, followed by an explosion, and another picture of the alien vessels.

    "I get the idea... Stop streaming. Attempt to mimick the transmission and send... just green. Keep the weapons down, and hope that they understand that we understand."

    »»Onboard the Admiral's warship««

    “They dare threaten an admiral of the Sovereignty's Navy?”

    “Sir, I don't think they know your rank.”

    “Bah. Order all remaining ships to ready their propulsion drives. Begin scans of the alien ships. The Council needs to be made aware.”

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bloogle View Post
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    "The gravity of our homeworld is quite lower than yours, Seer. To be honest, I am surprised that a species from a gravity environment can manage a stature that yours has; just being here, I feel a few inches shorter already. By the time we're done, I might just have to see a chiropractor." Alexander chuckled "And you need not apologize, no engineer designs for what may happen one day, only for what is known to happen."

    As the Seer and his guard lead the way through the station Alexander took the time to examine the environment. The walls were a polished metallic silver, lit brilliantly by circular lights set in the ceiling, and there were blue strip lights obviously set up as a way-finding system, branching off into adjacent tunnels and corridors. Those individuals in the tunnel at the time of their passing took the courtesy to move out of the way into alcoves in the walls, fiddling with devices that were clearly some sort of personal atmosphere system. Most of those that they passed had benign reactions of wonder, some seemed distraught or even afraid. A precious few, however, seemed to hold a more sinister attitude of greed, the desire to wield power. Alexander payed no attention to these few individuals, they would likely go on with their lives as usual once he and Natalia were out of sight, and out of mind. Natalia didn't look at any of them, but she did let her right hand rest on her sidearm's holster, just to a send a message.
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