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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:57 am

"Knetrauz szeongk khresh... khevazhk kzhudzho. Knetrauz khtor esk, stdrol khtor khresh ñaik kheshro esk. Zhiltrauz khtor esk, krazh shtor kheshd esk. Zhilzhiltrauz khtor esk, khevyol shtor kheshd esk."

"Venturing into this new "world"... is like a person. As a youth, he has wide-eyed enthusiasm for everything new. As a man, he will do what he gets  to survive. As an elder, he prepares himself for death." -Szekhñe Zlerumkh, Gyelidoran Author


 
Five months ago...

Far in the reaches of space, outside the borders of the Tsardom of Gyelidor, a silvery vessel drifts across the ocean of space. It is none other than the Aklyom 1, the personal ship of the Grand Tsar Qerastviem I himself. In it is built like a palace upon itself, with all the necessities and luxuries the autocrat of an empire would need. Qerastviem sits comfortably on his throne of gold, covered in the softened, velvety hide of an Irkrash, where he can overlook the crewmen of the Aklyom 1, and its large forward windows. Yet he is not content; in his mind, racing forth, are vivid ambitions of expanding the Tsardom of Gyelidor to the galaxy beyond. He steps up. He heads starboard and looks outside the window, gazing into the emptiness of space. "I wonder what is out there..." he mumbles to himself, quietly. He moves his gaze to the right of the window, viewing the rear of the ship. The escort fleet is following his ship, protecting it from any sudden attack, if there is ever any. The Aklyom 1 itself is quite well-armed, with many a missile and beamgun.
 
Suddenly, Kleytñi Vzharg, the communications engineer, appears behind the Grand Tsar. "Your Majesty, I have some news to report," he announces. "Well, what is it?" asks Qerastviem I. "Well, in summary, there seems to be a lot of radio activity detected in a sector... best if I show you the data where it is, your Majesty," the communications engineer answers. "Good. Let's hope it's a sign of more potential, spacefaring species. And pray to Vayr and Sayr that they aren't immediately hostile..." Qerastviem I rushes off to the communications compartment behind Kleytñi, walking, but at a fast pace. Inside is a small room filled covered in screens, buttons, and data, and there are many sounds, beeps and bloops, mumbled voices of transmissions, and lots of static. Such a place isn't fit for a person of his stature, but he is a powerful leader with a gentle, down-to-earth demeanor, yet a very competent leader indeed. He could have easily ordered Kleytñi to bring the data to him, but that is not of his nature.
 
Kleytñi points Qerastviem I to the screen that shows the data that he mentioned earlier. While he can get a general understanding of the data, he can't understand it in the full, being convoluted with all sorts of lines and numerical data. Fortunately for him, the communications engineer explains what he has found. He explains, "There seems to be a high level of radio activity in the Vemur sector, of a range of about... I'd say 400-500 blirdyak (lightyears) across." "Good, good! Sounds to me as if there's a large range of potential spacefaring nations out there! How far away are the signals from?" Qerastviem I asks. "Well, it kind of varies, your Majesty. Some of the signals seem to have come from as far as 100 blirdyak, while some others are about 70...60 blirdyak away. I'm not sure about the warp drive capabilities we have by now... Ask Krzhaf about that." "Hm... What about the signals themselves? Any sounds, or is it all just static?" "Well, most of it was static, but there were a bit of sounds that kind of sounded like a voice... Here, let me show you, your Majesty." Kleytñi went to the other side of his small room, and opened a file which contained a recording of the radio signals he found. He skipped to the intriguing parts of the signal. They vaguely sounded like voices. The Grand Tsar utters, "Not very clear, but I think I hear it." They continue hearing the signals for about a minute, then Qerastviem I suddenly asks, "What's the range of this ship's radio?" Kleytñi answers, "About 200 blirdyak, your Majesty." "What's the strongest radio we have in this fleet?" "The battleship's, your Majesty" "Well, what's its range?" "If I remember... about... 90? No, 110 blirdyak, your Majesty." "That sounds like a very good range. Turn on the comms stream as I head back to the command room." "Yes, your Majesty". Qerastviem I exits the small communications room and walks back to the command room, where his throne, and the rest of the crew, is. Each step he takes on the polished metallic floor ground and connects to the battleship.
 
Meanwhile, on the Ilakh, Admiral Agrana Zhlagvay recieves a comms stream from the Aklyom 1. "Skve uk. Admiral Agrana?" the Grand Tsar greets. "Your Imperial Majesty! What orders have you?" Admiral Agrana immediately responds, her tone sounding moderately surprised. "First of all, do you have the SETI transmission?" Qerastviem I asks. "No, your Majesty. I don't believe we have the SETI transmission. Perhaps your Majesty has it?" Agrana answers. "Well, in that case..." Qerastviem I says, then cuts short at the end. He drags the screen to his left side, while he pushes a button on the right arm of his throne, and asks the communications engineer, "Do we have the SETI transmission?" Kleytñi responds, "Yes your Majesty, we do." Qerastviem I commands him, with a glad voice, "Well, that's all I need to hear. Send the transmission data to the Ilakh." As he sends the data to the Ilakh, the communications engineer responds, "Yes, your Majesty." Onboard the mighty Ilakh, Qerastviem I, in his comms stream, states to Admiral Agrana, "I've ordered my communications engineer to send you the SETI transmission. You should have it by about now." She responds, "Yes, your Majesty." "What is the range of your ship's radio? My communications engineer told me it was 550 blirdyak, but I need to make sure. How much is it anyways?" "It is 110 blirdyak, your Majesty. It's a bigger range than most battleships, but this ship's radio is modified." "Huh. Guess I've just got the right stuff at the right place in the right time!" Admiral Agrana smiled. "Indeed, your Majesty," she uttered.
 
On top of the Ilakh, a massive radio dish points towards the Vemur sector, and fires a powerful, invisible radio beam with a signal. This is the SETI transmission the Gyelidorans have devised:
 
Gyelidor SETI Transmission
 



What lies ahead for the Tsardom of Gyelidor is sure to come...


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Post by Zaroas on Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:16 pm

On the border of the Krathunian Covenant of Sethega's territory sat a shield world known as Kruntalan, known for its advanced defense technology. It sat on the verge of what the Tsardom knew as the Vemur Sector. That day, the communication stations received a message from unexplored space. Rentin Ga'alus, the lead communications expert, rushed to the office of the military governor of the planet after downloading the message onto his armor's databanks.

"Ga'alus," the Governor spoke calmly as he looked up with a confused face. "Do you need assistance?"

"Sir, we have received a message from space not yet explored. It is in an unknown language, indicating that this could be from a species we have never encountered before." Rentin stated, two guards watching him. Though Rentin was trusted, being an official on Kruntalan, there could never be enough defensive measures.

"What is the precise location of the origin of this signal?" He said, standing up. Ga'alus entered them in a hologram projector in the center of the office, revealing a map of the entire galaxy. The territories of individual nations were highlighted, and a blinking red dot indicated the coordinates that had been entered. They were close to Covenant systems, but isolated from anything else that was known. The Governor sat, observing the map. After a minute, he turned on his COMM link and directed it towards the other commanders on the planet. "Send an exploration fleet to these coordinates." After speaking, he sat back down, looking back up at Ga'alus. "Thank you for providing me this information. I'm glad you didn't send these to the high priests - Krathuin knows what they would have sent there."

Soon, a large fleet of ships exited out of a relatively small aperture in the planet. Exploration fleets consisted of a variety of ships due to unknown possibilities. This one consisted of a destroyer, four defense cruisers, four assault cruisers, several smaller warships, and five diplomacy ships. They soon entered warp, exiting in close space to the fleet of the Tsardom.

The bridge commander of the head destroyer, Sentinel Miral Yvenus, looked at the unknown ships, muttered, "Looks like Ga'alus was right."
She then activated the COMM systems, and said, "Greetings. We received a communications signal from this location and were sent to investigate its origin. We are of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant of Sethega, a member empire of the Confederacy. To aid in our exploration, please state the name of your government and purpose for the signal."

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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Fri Jul 05, 2013 7:17 am

An hour has passed since the message had been sent, and Qerastviem I and his escort fleet lay in wait on the border of his nation. The Grand Tsar's ship, the Aklyom 1, and its escort fleet, was almost about to prepare to return to the homeworld of the Tsardom of Gyelidor, Dzho-Ongk, with the engines of each ship being checked for any damage, until suddenly a fleet of 13 unknown ships headed from the Vemur Sector appeared on the radar systems of all the ships in the Tsar's Fleet. Qerastviem I could see it too, as he had a radar display on the comms screen on his throne. As he saw the strange fleet, he became both excited and worried. Thoughts raced across his mind. Could this be a response of the message we sent? Are they friendly? Are they hostile? Will their military technology surpass ours? Or is it a fleet of separatists, or anarchists? Hurriedly he reached for a switch on his throne that sends a comms relay to all ships in his fleet.

Gathering up all he could, the somewhat-charismatic Tsar announced to his fleet in a formal tone, "My Most Loyal Men and Women of the Tsar's Personal Fleet: An unknown fleet of about 13 ships are headed to this direction from the Vemur sector, the same sector we sent a SETI message to. We are unsure if this is an alien fleet, or if it is a fleet of separatists or anarchists, and neither do we know if they are friendly or hostile. Under authority of Vayr and Sayr, the Creator and the Destroyer, I order that all ships in the Tsar's Personal Fleet prepare their weapons and targeting systems in any case of attack."

Soon after, the alien fleet appeared in front of Qerastviem's. All ships in the Tsar's Personal Fleet were targeting the foreign ships in case of any attack; fingers anxiously grazing triggers. Before anything happened, Qerastviem I communicated with his communications engineer, Kleytñi Vzharg, through the Aklyom 1's intercom system, "Kleytñi, do we have the translation matrix on?" The communications engineer responds, "Well, I've just turned it on, your Majesty." In a deep, booming, metallic voice, the computer in the ship announces, "TRANSLATION MATRIX ON". Just in time, the alien fleet sends a comms relay to all ships in the Tsar's Personal Fleet. On the communications screens of all ships, a strange being appears. The creature then starts rambling in an alien language. While no-one else can understand what it's saying, on the Aklyom 1, the speech is translated into Dzhorogef by the slightly botched, but still working translation matrix. The creature had said, "Greetings. We received a communications signal from this location and were sent to investigate its origin. We are of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant of Sethega, a member empire of the Confederacy. To aid in our exploration, please state the name of your government and purpose for the signal."

As he acknowledged the message of the alien, he relayed the translated message to all captains of his fleet, then stood up. As a sign of respect, he knelt for a few seconds, stood up, then responded, "Greetings. I am Grand Tsar Qerastviem I of the Tsardom of Gyelidor, Autocrat of all the Gyelidoran people, Mortal Representative of Vayr and Sayr's will. We do not wish to threaten or harm you, and thus you shall the same. We sent the message to find out what is the source of the strange signals from the Vemur sector, and if there were any other races that we have not discovered yet. This Confederacy you speak of might be the reason why the signals were on such a great range. If you may, may we speak personally on either one of our ships?"
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Post by Zaroas on Wed Jul 10, 2013 9:05 pm

As the Grand Tsar's transmission entered the communications systems of the head Destroyer, it was put through several translators that specialized in languages that had not been discovered yet. Soon, the message was relayed in full Talus, the main language of the Krathun species, and then in its other major tongue, Yventan.

Sentinel Miral stood thinking for a minute, pacing around the bridge, when her mind came to a consensus. She walked over to the COMM system and said, "It is an honor, Grand Tsar. My name is Sentinel Miral Yvenus, an officer within the military of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant of Sethega. We do not intend to harm you, and if this were the case, our weapons would have already been firing. However, we are not aggresive, and thus I wish for peaceful negotiations. If it is alright with you, I would like to speak on onboard your vessel to help assure your fellow Gyelidorans of our diplomatic intentions."

Soon, one of the diplomacy ships was escorted towards the other fleet by an envoy of several warships. Upon getting within range, a small dropship came out of an aperature in the side of the diplomacy ship and glided towards the Aklyom 1. On board was the Sentinel herself, several diplomats and politicians, another military official, and a priest, along with several elite soldiers. It soon docked on the Gyelidoran's massive ship.

The Krathunians on board the ship ordered themselves in a single file line, with soldiers in the front, followed by the Sentinel, the diplomats, the politicians, military official, and the priest, and in the back more warriors. The soldiers did not have their weapons drawn, and were stored in small metal orbs within the armor of the troops. The dropship's doors opened, and the line awaited escorting by the Gyelidorans.

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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Mon Jul 15, 2013 12:45 pm

As Sentinel Miral finished her reply, Qerastviem I responded, "Good to meet you, Sentinel Miral Yvenus. Listen, before we meet face-to-face, we'll need to prepare safety protocols. We don't wan't it to end up like the disaster when us Kzhudzho first met the Krrikt. I'll requisition for a blood sample of the most ill in my fleet, you do the same. The last thing we'd both want is infecting each other with deadly diseases." As he ended his sentence, he pushed a button on his throne that activated a comms relay with Kheshad Ravokh, the Aklyom 1's head medical expert. Qerastviem I ordered him, "Kheshad, get me a sample of blood from anyone who was ill, then give it to Captain Okhav!" The medical expert hastily answered, "Yes, your Majesty! As soon as possible!"

Qerastviem I stowed away his Comms screen and stood up. He turned to his left on the shining silver-lined platform where his throne resides, and went down an escalator. An intricately decorated golden door opened automatically and he went into his massive, gleaming bedroom. He then made a turn to his left, to a room between the two escalators leading to his bedroom. A similar door separated his bedroom and his dressing room/personal armory.

As he went in, he was greeted by a small metallic room covered in machinery that looked more like the interior of a battleship, but much cleaner. There was a small platform inside that had a red light shining in the center he stood on the platform, then ordered the room, "Initiate Battledress procedure."  From the walls came two pipes, cushioned internally. Suddenly a booming, robotic voice resonated from the room, "PLEASE INSERT YOUR ARMS INTO THE RING."

Qerastviem proceeded to insert his hands into the rings, then the procedure went through for a few minutes. The room attached armor on his body, while simultaneously storing away his delicate imperial attire. The final procedure was to attach his helmet, which had eyepieces that glowed brilliantly and menacingly, and had a light on a branch-like decoration on the right side of its crest and a horn on its left, symbolizing the gods of creation and destruction, Vayr and Sayr. On his left arm was a detachable power shield, and on his right the Godblade, of the Destroyer and the Tormentor, a powerful powerblade supposedly based off an ancient legendary weapon.

He stepped out of his dressing room looking like he was prepared for war. He walked back through the same way he went in, and pushed a button on a panel near the escalator so it would go up. As he entered the command room, he walked off of his gleaming throne and walked up to Vakhaz Kheñar, the Captain of the Imperial Praetorians, the Grand Tsar's personal guard.

Vakhaz is a cyborg, with his left arm and legs replaced by a powerful and modifiable robotic limbs, and also a zooming eye with thermal vision. When he catches sight of Qerastviem I, he asks the Tsar, rather surprisedly, "Your Majesty! I am sorry for the inherent disrespect, but why are you in your battledress? Do we have orders to attack them, your Majesty?" Qerastviem I sighed. "No, Vakhaz, I'm wearing this because we don't know what sorts of diseases they have, or if they even breathe the same air we breathe. It does not mean we're going to attack them anytime soon. Quite the contrary, we don't know if their culture has an honor system, so we don't know if they'll attack us, even despite the transmission they sent us," Qerastviem I explained, annoyedly.

Captain Vakhaz anxiously answered in his semi-robotic voice, "I-I... I do apologize your Majesty for asking questions I shouldn't ask... But, your Majesty, I apologize for being rude, but would your Majesty think that they might interpret it as a threat?" Qerastviem I explained his thoughts to the captain, "Yes, I do believe that they might think we're threatening them, but we have to keep our guard. I've said what I've said already. Now let me ask, do you have in your possession a vial of Kzhudzho blood?" Vakhaz answered, "Yes, your Majesty." Qerastviem I ordered Vakhaz, "Good. Now, bring all the Praetorians with us, as well as Kheshad. We will go to the airlock. The Krathunians should be waiting for us there." Vakhaz answered, "Yes, your Majesty."

Vakhaz closed his eyes and started talking to himself. "Everyone, report to the airlock immediately, and make sure you're wearing a battlesuit or a spacesuit. That's a direct order from the Grand Tsar himself!" On the cybernetic part of his head is also a radio transmitter that links up to the brain and mouth, enabling him to send messages with his mind. Qerastviem I told him, "Alright, let's meet them at the airlock." Vakhaz replied, "Agreed, your Majesty." They walked the way to the airlock, through the silvery hallways of the Aklypm I, and met up with 14 heavily-armored Praetorians and Kheshad Ravokh, dressed up in an airtight spacesuit that all crewmembers had.

Vakhaz walked up to a panel and pushed a button that opened the heavy door that lead to the airlock. As the envoy entered, Vakhaz went to another panel inside that sealed off the door and started the airlock procedure. The standard, booming, robotic voice said aloud, "INITIATING AIRLOCK PROCEDURE." The room started to hiss as air and pressure were being sucked away by the room. Soon the second heavy door opened and the escort moved on forward to the entry port. They stood there, looking into space as a dropship was headed their path.

As the dropship landed, an envoy of Krathunians exited the vehicle and headed towards the Grand Tsar. Vakhaz ordered all the Praetorians through his internal radio, "Keep your guard up." As the Gyelidorans and the Krathunians faced each other, Miral and Qerastviem I stared at each other for a minute, their species meeting face-to-fave for the first time. Breaking the silence, Qerastviem I said, "Skve uk." He reached his left hand (his shield hand) out to Sentinel Miral's shoulder.
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Post by Zaroas on Tue Jul 16, 2013 8:43 pm

As the Grand Tsar approached, the soldiers in front dispersed to either side of Miral so they could greet. Each Krathunian wore Environmental Response armor - Dark, metal armor made up of interlocking and moveable plates, each with its own miniature shield generator, with one larger generator for the body. Each section of the armor adjusts according to temperature, position of other entities, and more. Red lights shone on individual sections of the armor. However, when the soldiers moved aside, it was revealed that Miral had different armor - It was slightly heavier and more intricate, with specialized sections, larger shoulderpads, and thinner gauntlets. This was strategist armor, what the Sentinel wore daily, as military officials wore armor as part of their culture. It also had light blue lights, signifying importance. The helmet bore two of these lights where the eyes were, though the Sentinel could see.

The Sentinel accepted Qerastviem's greeting, slightly nodding her head in case this was the custom, as it was in a greeting in many other nations. She then knelt, touching her armored hand to the floor.

"Greetings, Grand Tsar. May the spirits of the gods bless the path you walk." She said, as per the formal greeting of the Krathunian people. She then stood up, saying, "We are ready for negotiations."

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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Tue Jul 16, 2013 10:26 pm

Qerastviem I reached out to his headpiece to check if the translator working, then responded to Sentinel Miral, "Good, good. But as part of the safety procedure, we need to hand each other samples of blood so we can make immunizations of each others' diseases. Now..." Qerastviem I cut short and asked Kheshad, "Do you have the vial ready?" Kheshad answered by handing the Grand Tsar a vial of slightly viscous navy blue-colored liquid, about the size of a human water bottle. Qerastviem I handed the vial to Sentinel Miral, and continued his sentence, "...here's a vial of Kzhudzho blood. We have two other species in our empire, but we should have become immune to their diseases, so it doesn't matter. Have you brought one as well?"
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Miral nodded, eyeing the sample, and turned to the envoy. "Julinra, the sample." An armored military scientist, Colonel Julinra Yvakinus, came forward and handed the Sentinel a vial of thick red liquid, slightly bigger than that of the Gyelidorans due to the Krathunian's difference in physical size. She rotated back to the Grand Tsar and handed him the vial. "Here is a sample of Krathunian blood. I must warn you, we do not have the strongest immune system, and are susceptible to several viruses due to the environment of the planet we evolved on, though this has improved due to advances in medicinal technology."

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The Grand Tsar slightly bowed. "I hope your doctors find little problems with finding vaccines for all our diseases, including some we don't even know about. Now, let us discuss our realms. We've arranged seating in the guest compartment for any important people we have, though I don't know if your race sits down or not." Qerastviem I led Sentinal Miral to the guest compartment, and his escort followed in suit. It was a small white room as high as two Kzhudzho, high enough for a Krathun, perfectly clean, with four crimson seats surrounding a round table, with two doors. On the table were two mugs of Irkrash blood, a sweet-tasting blood a common drink for Gyelidorans because Irkrash eat many sweet-tasting plants. The doors were sealed shut and the room was quarantined because there was still the threat of infection. Qerastviem I had his cyborg Praetorian captain, Vakhaz, standing behind him, guarding the room. Qerastviem I said to Miral, in a friendly tone, "So, how's the guest room? It's always this clean, for the guests, you know?" He sat down on one of the chairs, and his voice shifted to a more serious, formal tone, "Now, let's commence the negotiations."
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[20:49:16 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Sentinel Miral Yvenus, as you may know, I am Qerastviem I, Grand Tsar and Autocrat of Gyelidor. Where do you hail from?

[20:52:35 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: It is an honor to speak with someone of such a position. I hail from the planet of Tlisin, a shield world within the Krathunian New Worlds. And you?

[20:53:36 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: As Grand Tsar, I was born into nobility in Qemtiras, our grand capital city in Dzho-Ongk.

[20:54:42 19/07/13] Miral: Interesting. Not many of our people can claim to be born into our capital, Ra'anian, unfortunately.

[20:55:27 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Why is that?

[20:58:12 19/07/13] Miral: Our empire was a prime target of the Dominion, an alliance of several species under an alien known as Kradus, due to our military power and influence. The full force of the infectious Karthla species hit our homeworld of Sethega and the surrounding colonies, destroying much of our infastructure. We were able to escape to an unknown part of the galaxy and form the New Worlds, where we hid in secrecy for several years. Only eleven years ago were we able to reclaim what we lost, including our home. The Dominion no longer exists, fortunately.

[20:59:19 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: I'm sorry to hear that. Have your people fared well since then?

[21:01:44 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Yes. We have recovered all of our former territory, including some old Dominion colonies. We have also improved our military and overall technology vastly. In addition, we joined the Confederacy - A group of a couple empires dedicated to peacekeeping.

[21:03:13 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: The Confederacy... is that why the strange radio signals my ship recieved were at such a vast range? What is the Confederacy? What is the Dominion? There are many questions to be asked here.

[21:07:47 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Yes. I'll begin with the Confederacy - Like I said, it is a coalition of a couple empires in order to keep peace in the galaxy. It was formed after the collapse of another alliance known as the Third Arm Confederacy, and former was formed primarily by the Jorro'kil Free Absolute and Ryun-Wreae Federation. Today, it is made up of the Jorro'kil, Ryun-Wreae, the Lumeriana Empire, Dranzoot Sovereignty, Forlarm, and us. The Dominion was a group of empires dedicated the galactic domination and conquest. Their founders were Kradus and the hivemind of the Karthla. One of their first targets was our empire, a war we lost. However, after hiding and improving technology, we returned and took back lost grounds. The Confederacy was fighting a war with them before we emerged, and had won.

[21:10:13 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: I see. How is the Confederacy now?

[21:12:19 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: The Confederacy is thriving. At the moment, we are fighting a war with the United Fleets of Independent Artificial Intelligences, an empire seemingly dedicated to obtaining and unleashing the orbs - An energy source that Kradus sought for personal gain.

[21:14:07 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: The United Fleets of Independent Arctificial Intelligences? Who are those?

[21:16:47 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: To be honest, we do not know much of their motives. It's been theorized that it's been to prevent entropy, but at the moment we don't know. They're essentially a collection of AI that work towards several goals. They're a dangerous and unpredictable foe due to their unparalled industrial output and cunning ways.

[21:19:26 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Are you implying they're a collective of robots?

[21:20:56 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: That is essentially what they are. It isn't uncommon in the galaxy. For example, the Ryun-Wreae Federation is composed of two species - The organic Ryun and their mechanical, sentient creations, the Wreae.

[21:26:46 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Interesting. Most Gyelidoran robots are servants, incapable of higher thought. What technologies do your own people have? You've mentioned how it's developed well since, so what are some interesting inventions your people have developed?

[21:29:58 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Our empire has mostly created technologies in the field of defense, as a popular philosophy is that a great defense is better than a great offense. One of our proudest creations is that of a shield world, in which we make a planet more defensible by installing both metal and energy shielding around it. Another technology that we possess is a Genesis Device. These machines essentially suck in energy, matter, and more, and create something new from it. It has both military and biological applications, and we have created another sentient species, the Jorro'kil, using a prototype.

[21:31:16 19/07/13]  Qerastviem I: C-c-created a sentient species? By Vayr! Your race is truly advanced indeed!

[21:34:06 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Thank you, Grand Tsar.

[21:34:54 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: A-are other races in your "Confederacy" this advanced too?

[21:37:30 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: I think do not think it would be a hyperbole to say yes. For example, the Ryun created an enhanced, sentient version of themselves, the Wreae, and nearly lost a war against them. The Wreae I know of are extremely fast to react to situations and dangerously intelligent. In many ways, Wreae are superior to organics.

[21:38:57 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: About your created lifeforms, are they advanced?

[21:40:23 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Indeed. The Jorro'kil were created to be much like us in some ways, and not in others. However, they are very intelligent, and are an advanced interstellar empire today.

[21:44:20 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Are they also part of this "Confederacy"?

[21:45:47 19/07/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Yes. They are the first species to encounter us diplomatically after we started the reconquest of our old colonies. It made for some... Interesting conversation regarding their origins.

[21:51:01 19/07/13] Qerastviem I: Now, let me ask you, how many races are in the sector you reside in? When my ship discovered the strange signals, what was surpising was the sheer range of where they came from. It was almost as if it were the whole galactic arm! I believe my nation is tapping into a whole new scene, and your statements only prove it.

[21:54:08 19/07/13] @ Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: We're currently near by the New Worlds. These border Ryun-Wreae territory, but besides that, there is not much. Many of these signals you may be recieving may be coming from farther into the galaxy. As you get closer to the core, there are more empires, as well as our Old Worlds. If you have not traveled beyond you current boundaries and encountered the New Worlds, you are definitely tapping into a whole new scene.

[21:58:07 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: Of course. By meeting you I believe we've already tapped into a new world we don't know yet. Now, for the diplomatic negotiations... From what we see now all seems good, and we are on good terms. First, will you agree on opening our borders to each other for an exchange of information and resources?

[22:01:09 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Yes, I believe this would be beneficial to both our empires. We will also make available many technologies, such as Genesis Devices, for scientific purposes.

[22:04:18 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: Excellent, excellent. Do you also agree on a non-agression pact lasting for at the minimum one Blirk?

[22:06:55 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: I agree. In fact, it would most likely be beneficial to extend this treaty to our militaries as well - We have many enemies, and being our ally would only attract foes. We can provide support, protection, or military resources and aid.

[22:10:27 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: I would not think it would be wise for my people to be tied in anothers' wars for now... We will see what we can do after we see the diplomatic situation of your sector. In the meanwhile, we can be considered merely on friendly terms.

[22:12:23 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Agreed, it is simply a precaution should the UFIAI take notice of your people. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss, Grand Tsar?

[22:16:38 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: Hm... Anything else... Maybe if I could ask, how your people or your allies deal with rebels? You see, my nation is plagued by many separatists, nationalists, and some anarchists. If we don't learn to deal with them it may well be our nation's demise.

[22:22:18 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: We do not treat rebels with mercy. You see, during our war with the Dominion, a small number of our citizens sided with our enemies, seeking power and protection under the belief that helping Kradus destroy our government would allow them to ascend the ranks of the Dominion. At the beginning of the invasion of Sethega, our planetary defenses went down due to these individuals. They are a part of the reason that our gods, our ancestors, have perished. Thus, when dealing with rebels, there is no mercy. However, after common grounds have been won, forgiveness is possible - An example being the Ryun-Wreae Federation.

[22:27:57 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: I see... Hah, here's a question I should have asked at the beginning of this discussion! As you know, I am Grand Tsar and Autocrat of Gyelidor. But who is the sovereign of your own nation?

[22:31:43 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Ah, yes. There is no one single sovereign of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant - Rather, we are ruled by The Convergence, an elected body of political, religious, and military leaders. However, it is important to note that our religion also encompasses our sciences, as research, invention, and discovery is a mjor part of our belief system. I myself am a part of The Convergence. As a military leader I am able to make diplomatic discussions, though each will be reviewed by the remainder of the Convergence. If a part does not work out, then we will renegotiate - Howver, I doubt this will happen.

[22:34:32 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: So... your nation is ruled by a council? As in, a council of viziers as I have? Interesting... but how do you prevent infighting within your ranks?

[22:40:48 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Yes, it is a council. It is important to note that our government is made up of several nations that, using our religion, form a Covenant. Our military and Convergence are seperate entities from the two, and thus the military has the ability to stop any resistance or breaking away by any nation. In addition, our hardships as a species have truly united my people in recent times and each nation is very close as a result.

[22:42:35 05/09/13] Qerastviem I: What is your religion? What are your beliefs? Who are your gods? In turn, I will also tell you the religion of my people.

[22:49:42 05/09/13] Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: Our religion is called the Pact of Stone. We believe that our gods, in a violent and bloody realm of existence, formed a safe haven for their children, the Krathunians. They had done this with the hope that we would one day ascend to their level and battle against their enemies. This haven is known as Sethega. However, the gods had to sacrifice their physical beings in the process, forming the mountains, the oceans, everything on on our world. In order to become gods ourselves, we must use their bodies to our advantage, thus creating a need for better technology. We also require knowledge, for without these, we cannot even comprehend the battles to come. Thus, we research and we create. Sadly, the essence of our gods were destroyed by the Dominion in their invasion of Sethega. Thus, the gods are spirits, watching down on each one of us in the hope that we can continue, and win, their war in the realms above.

Qerastviem I: To create... It would almost seem as if your gods are a reflection of Vayr. But in creation there must be destruction. And without creation, there cannot be destruction. I am the mortal will of Vayr and Sayr, and the head of our church, therefore I must explain myself best as I can to your kin. Our religion is the Harmony of the Gods. Vayr, and Sayr, the Creator and the Destroyer, yet also the Tormentor and the Forgiver, respectively. For in life there is suffering, yet in death there is emptiness. Our beliefs were shaped by the Deiarch Vadm, the Messenger. Vadm's story goes he was the son of a fisherman living by the river Vemur. He watched the fish breed and grow, and wondered how they came to exist from nothingness. When war broke out between Fydvshem and Gwimtar, blood spilled onto the river, bodies floating. He was not scared, instead, he pondered on how a moving, living being becomes dead and soon non-existing. Many philosophers of his era were asking the same questions as he did, but Vadm asked in such intensity, more than the philosophers who were constantly arguing with each other. That was when he heard the voice of the Gods Vayr and Sayr, speaking together in unison. He felt himself merged with the spirit of the Gods, and told his knowledge throughout his village. Soon philosophers caught wind of his sermons, and he became showered in fame and gifts. Yet he did not care for them in the slightest, as he was a vehicle for the Gods. Instead, he took a coin that was granted to him, and shared its story from creation and to its ultimate destruction, and how it begins again. He told the people the rules of life to coincide with existance, not to do the work of the Gods outside their will, lest they be trapped in their own emptiness and torment. For instance, rampant murder will destroy everything, while rampant reproduction will fill the world to the point there can be no more creation. Even today we follow those rules, but I represent the will of the Gods, thus my own will is an exception. We also have ceremonies, such as the Fire-tossing ceremony, where we light torches, signifying creation from nothingness, and throwing them into a deep pit; removing them from our existance. These torches are then ground up and re-used, signifying the cycle. Excuse me if I have went on for too long, but there is much to our religion, and I haven't touched upon the deeper facets of our faith.

Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: I do not mind at all. Very fascinating indeed, your religion.

Qerastviem I: I only hope it will not cause great divide among our nations. Already, the fact that you have created lifeforms would be deemed heathenry by our clergy. But we must not be opposed.

Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: I see. I hope so as well for our kin.

Qerastviem I: I think that is all for it. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Sentinel Miral. You may leave through this door.

Sentinel Miral Yvenuis: And it has been an honor meeting you, Tsar Qerastviem. May your rule be wise.
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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Tue Nov 12, 2013 1:36 pm

The Grand Tsar and the Sentinel left the small room and headed onto the hallway of the ship. They both assembled their their envoys and walked to the airlock. Qerastviem I said his last goodbyes and the Krathunians left the Aklyom 1.
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Post by Zaroas on Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:07 pm

The diplomacy ship regrouped with the fighters and small warships waiting outside after the envoy boarded the docked ship. After a couple minutes, the Krathunians made it back to the Destroyer and had soon entered slipspace with the rest of the fleet, speeding towards Kruntalan, the planet that had sent the request to investigate earlier. The larger ships stayed in orbit around the shield world, their crews sent in dropships through the docking aperatures, while the smaller ships went directly into the planet's metal shield.

Several minutes later, Sentinel Miral Yvenuis was sitting inside the Governor's office, uploading the information she had gotten on the newfound empire into the Confederacy database. Rentin Ga'alus paced around the hologram projector, which showed a map of the nearby sector, fiddling with the settings, while the Governor sat watching his communications expert.

"Now that we've focused half of our arrays on the area that you encountered this civilization in, Sentinel, we're picking up a lot more signals." Rentin started, glancing over at Miral for a quick second before returning his attention to the hologram. "It's not a very big empire by my observations, but it's enough to have at least a reputable military force and industrial output. We've been able to translate much of their language as well, though I know that the Destroyer's tongue translator worked perfectly."

The Sentinel nodded. "From what I saw, their military was capable, and they were fairly technologically advanced, though not to the scale of the Ryun-Wreae or us - The Grand Tsar was astounded upon me telling him of the Jorro'kil and the Genesis Devices. I think that our trading deal would alleviate that to a degree." The Sentinel made a hand gesture, causing her head armor to retract, and sighed. "What I'm worried about with this is speak of rebels and anarchists. If they get their hands on one of the devices, that could be devastating. We could also do without potential sabotage, what with the UFIAI and now this Imperial Despot of Jiiran I heard about..."

The Governor cut her off. "Then I would recommend holding off on trading military technology until we see that this civilization can deal with rebels effectively and is trustworthy. While I'm not your superior, as you are in the Convergence and a Sentinel, I would like to advise you on how to handle this situation. I recommend becoming a friend of their people - Trade medical and scientific technologies that would benefit not only the government but their citizens. Show them that you are not only an ally of the Tsardom, but of the Gyelidoran populace as a whole. Should they need your assistance in handling an uprising, aid them, though not too much. If the government falls, support whatever replaces it, and possibly aid in this establishment of power."

"That would probably be best, Governor." Miral stated firmly, her helmet detracting from her neck armor. "I'll need to speak to the rest of the Convergence about this, anyways - They would be able to advise me more on this. In the meantime, I could expect Kruntalan to become a hub of activity between our Covenant and the Tsardom. Be ready to greet the Gyelidorans should they come." She stood up, the armor shining harshly from the bright lights of the office. "I should be heading to Sethega. Thank you both. If you see it necessary, I will return here to deal with any affairs involving the Tsardom."

"Please do, Miral. You did meet face to face with the, after all," Rentin grinned, looking up from the hologram projector. "The information you uploaded to the database just reached the rest of the Confederacy. The rest of them will want to know about this, of course."

Miral nodded, and bowed, a customary way of saying goodbye, before exiting the office. She was headed to Sethega, to meet with the rest of the Krathunian government.

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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Wed Jan 22, 2014 11:58 pm

After the Krathunians had left the ship, Qerastviem I and his envoy went back into Qerastviem I headed to his vast room and took off his armor. He then went through the passageway that lead directly to the cockpit, and once again sat on his golden throne. As the monitors popped out of his seat, he sent a comm relay to the entire convoy. He announced, "My Most Loyal Men and Women of the Tsar's Personal Fleet: I have met the alien envoy. They are the Krathun, and have shown us that there are lifeforms, alliances, and other empires beyond our own. Their fleet was lead by Sentinel Miral Yvenuis, and we have made negotiations, including the opening of our borders for exchange of resources and technology. They are highly advanced, and we can surely benefit from their technologies, but we have only just met. Now, I must address our discovery to the public of Gyelidor, so under the authority of the Gods, we will return to Qemtiras." He shut off his comm relay, and turned his ship towards Zershla, the nearest star system of Gyelidor. The Aklyom went into warp drive, and all other ships in the convoy followed suit.

As they reached the outer edge of the Zershla system, they could see the blue star encircled by an asteroid belt, and a giant, dull grey space station hiding among the asteroids, with banners of the local lord. Incoming asteroids pass safely around the space station as a protective force field surrounds it, stronger than those found on most ships, that only deflect small particles. The space station's contents are divided into sections for civilians and government officials. The top half has inns, stores, and other amenities for travellers. The lower, narrower half houses military personnel and local defenses. Near the space station, a series of angular rings lined in orange with portals inside them were bustling with spaceship traffic, as commuters and tradesmen passed by. These are the wormhole roads, which are used for instantaneous travel between systems. They are all connected together into a web of wormhole roads, so ships from the farthest ends of the empire can be connected instantaneously.

Part of the protocol was to ask for nearby ships' identification, but the guard knew that the Grand Tsar just left the system a few hours ago, and skipped the process. In his ship, Qerastviem I recieved an incoming comm relay from the space station. First it was static with a bit of sounds, but it faded away to the video of the guardsman. He greeted the Tsar in a thick Vellimite accent, "Akh, zor Mazhesti! Zet vos a vurre kvick trip zu hed. Vot brigs zu kheer?" Qerastviem I responded, "To put it in brief, I met an alien species, and now I'd like to go to Qemtiras to publicly announce the discovery." The guardsman said, "Ov khorse zor Mazhesti! I've cut oll treffik blocking ze vey to Dzho-Ongk, so proseed as zu mey." Qerastviem I proceeded ahead and lead his fleet to the wormhole gate. The fleet passed through the traffic unhindered as drones blocked off traffic passing through the regular wormhole roads. Gyelidorans are accustomed to this routine whenever important people need transport throughout the empire, such as noblemen and military units. One by one, the ships of Qerastviem I's fleet went into the road and exited instantaneously in the portal on the outskirts of the Makhzaga system, where the capital of the Tsardom is located.

The Grand Tsar leaned forward from his throne in his ship. A massive deep blue sphere covered in drab green continents appeared before the Tsar's Personal Fleet. On the coastlines are vast gray masses: these are the major cities, teeming with billions in sprawling towers. Above the atmosphere could be seen millions of ships orbiting the planet, whizzing back and forth as people traded and commuted, creating a sort of "ring" around the planet. This is the planet of Dzho-Ongk, the homeworld of the Gyelidorans, where one man rules over tens of billions of his people. Elsewhere, aboard the Ilakh, Admiral Agrana Zhlagvay ordered the rest of the fleet to stand by, orbiting Dzho-Ongk's largest moon, Khaghyog. The Aklyom 1 on the other hand descended into the planet of Dzho-Ongk. As it went hundreds of meters down the atmosphere, its friction shielding prevented the particles of the atmosphere from damaging the surface of the ship.

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The Aklyom 1 moved at high speed towards Qemtiras, positioning itself above the Tsar's castle. It was a magnificent, massive structure, built on a hill above the busy streets of Qemtiras. It was an ancient structure, but looked new and modern, plated in silver and sapphire, surrounded by beautiful walls towering hundreds of meters in the air. On top of the castle was a the personal banner of Qerastviem I, so massive that could be seen from miles away. In the entrance of the castle was a cobblestone road and a garden, lined with the most beautiful relics and statues from around the empire, and had a massive circular garden in the middle. As the Aklyom 1 neared the castle, Qerastviem I sent a comm relay to the castle guard. He ordered the Captain of the Guard, "Open the gate." The Captain replied, "Yes, your Majesty". Soon the circular garden split into two halves, and revealed a platform where the Tsar stored his personal ship. The Aklyom landed on the platform, and was brought from an elevator into the hangar. The hangar was a beautiful room covered in octagonal tiles patterned in the national colors of blue, white and gold, surrounded by paintings, for it was the Grand Tsar's hangar and none else. Qerastviem I announced to his entire crew using the intercom, "You are all dismissed. Everyone can go back to their quarters." Doors on both ends of the ship that serve as airlocks open, and everyone exits. Qerastviem I stands up from his throne. He walks out of his ship and heads towards an intricately decorated door on the center of the walls, with his personal banners standing beside it. He is accompanied by Captain Vakhaz and two Praetorians, side-by-side. They enter the luxury elevator, and Qerastviem I tells a Praetorian where to go. "To the council room," the Grand Tsar tells him. The elevator moves at an extremely incredible pace, yet the Tsar feels nothing as it is made inertia-proof. Qerastviem I and his envoy moves up 12 floors in less than a blink of the eye, to the 5th floor where the Council Room is located. The room is a semicircular chamber with the longer edge covered with a glass wall, with a good view of the city, with a break at the middle where there is a door leading to a podium overlooking the courtyard. The walls of the room are filled with the paintings and pictures of previous Grand Tsars, leading up to Qerastviem I. The center of the room has an arched table with 15 seats for each vizier, added one grand throne on which the Grand Tsar sits upon, for the council room was also the throne room.

The Grand Tsar and his envoy entered the room. He greeted, "Skve kneuk." Everyone stood up and replied, "Kva." The High Vizier walked towards the Grand Tsar and bowed, then said, "Your Imperial Majesty! You've returned just in time for our meeting on discussing the state of affairs!" Qerastviem I replied, "And a perfect moment it is. We are far from alone in this part of the galaxy, for I met an envoy of a newly discovered race." He stopped, then headed around the table to his throne. Then he continued with a description of the events, "They called themselves the Krathunians, and were part of a "confederacy" alongside other species. They have a religion based on technology, which could be the reason they are highly advanced. As a matter of fact, they are more advanced than even us, with many wonders, such as..." The Grand Tsar paused. He knew that it was against the national religion to create life or sentience outside of the will of Vayr, and he wasn't going to risk alienating either the Vizier of Religious Affairs or the Krathunians from his court, and a war with the Krathunians would cost Gyelidor dearly, for the Vizier would declare war on grounds of heathenry. After re-thinking his options, he continued, "...highly advanced weaponry and ship capabilities, planetary shielding, advanced robotics, and the such." Then he continued on the description, "An envoy of theirs docked in my ship, and we've made negotiations.The deals I've brokered with them are a peace treaty and an agreement on trading technologies, so we can get on-par with the rest of the galaxy. We also agreed on opening our borders, so you can visit their worlds if you'd like." Now was the time foe him to seize the previous dillema and use it for his causes. "But they are in a conflict with self-thinking automatons that wish to destroy living beings." Everyone in the room had a shocked expression, for this was the ultimate nightmare that robots would be sentient enough to kill living beings. Qerastviem I continued, "They might be too far away for us to deal with them, but the only logical choice given our situation is to attack these abominations of Vayr." The Vizier of War spoke, "What shall we do your Majesty? Should I mobilize our troops?" The Grand Tsar replied, "No, it's far too early to do anything. We must analyze our situation before we make any sort of move. But knowing that there's more out there than we know of means we'll have to prepare ourselves against any hostile force." Qerastviem I looked out the window. Makhzaga set brilliantly in the horizon, and he was tired himself from the expedition. He looked back at his court and commanded, "You are all dismissed. Tomorrow I'll make a public speech of our discovery, so make sure it's publicized. Vem kneuk." Everyone stood up and replied in response, "Vem uk."

As the Viziers left the room and headed for their rooms Qerastviem I looked out the window and admired the sunset on his glorious capital. The world was changing all around him, yet Qemtiras still remains. His own castle had been a small palace but was built up into a towering complex. And now the nation of Gyelidor is entering the galactic community, the future held many bright and dark possibilities. Regardless, day is turning to night, and even omnipotent autocrats need rest. He stood up from his throne and went in the elevator. At the touch of a button it shot up into top floor in seconds. He walked through the hallway to his room. It was laced with cameras and hidden traps, but the cameras detected and identified him. He looked back at his envoy and told them, "Praetorians, get rested. Tomorrow you will be guarding the balcony." He faced his room and went ahead. The door opened itself for him, and before him was his vast and spacious room. It had the most luxurious furniture in all of Gyelidor, the most beautiful ornamentation, and the rarest of treasures to display. The walls could be opened by command to reveal a surrounding window with a wondrous view of the city, and there is also an observatory on the top. The lights can be changed, the temperature can be altered, and he can get entertainment at his wish. Yet his bed is empty as the Grand Tsar is fairly young, though there are many beautiful and powerful maidens for him to make partner. He enters his dressing room, similar to the one in the Aklyom 1, and changes to his sleepwear. It is a bodysuit made of the softest of fabrics, and in itself can be made to cool or warm the Grand Tsar. With such comfort, Qerastviem I falls into a deep sleep.
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A new day has dawned on the grand capital of Qemtiras. The walls of the Grand Tsar's room open to reveal windows, and fresh sunlight falls upon the Grand Tsar. Well rested as he is, Qerastviem I wakes up. He speaks onto nowhere, "I would like Rafezh stew with stuffed, broiled Rafezh and dried saltworm." In an instant a butler entered on a hoverpad and served the Grand Tsar his royal breakfast. Qerastviem I finished his meal and got dressed in full imperial attire, consisting of a flowing silken coat, large golden epaulettes, and the ancient Imperial Crown, then went down to the council room where his court was waiting. As he entered the room, the High Vizier Varetog greeted the Grand Tsar, "Skve uk, your Majesty. We've set the arrangements for the speech, what have you to say?" Qerastviem I replied, "I will tell my people of what I've told you before, Varetog." He nodded and obeyed, "Yes, your majesty." After that the entire court walked to the elevator and headed to the courtyard to watch the Grand Tsar deliver his speech. The courtyard was filled with noblemen, government officials, and highly affluent people, all huddled together to watch the Grand Tsar as news cameras recorded from strategic locations, while commoners watched from outside the walls as screens were set up on the outskirts of the castle walls. On the podium behind the council room, the Grand Tsar emerged, followed by Captain Vakhaz and a Praetorian that guard from behind. There, in a grandiose, regal tone, he made his speech to the people of Gyelidor.

"Skve kneuk, my people of Gyelidor. Today will be a stepping stone in the history of our grand nation. Yesterday on the outskirts of our empire, my ship transmitted a signal to the unexplored Vellim sector, and only moments after we discovered a new race, who called themselves the Krathunians. But not only did we meet a new peoples, we discovered an entire community of interstellar alien nations that we have yet to contact, all interconnected in a confederation. Yet they are not the only ones to co-operate. There are other factions which also vy for power amongst the stars. One of them is a race of sentient robotic abominations that are in conflict with the Confederacy, and we only hope that they will leave us alone. With a myriad of dangers lurking in this new world, we have to prepare ourselves, for diplomacy sometimes just can't be done. Yet along with it comes a myriad of opportunity, for we have opened borders with the Krathunians in order to trade and exchange knowledge. This is vitally important for us as they are leagues ahead of us in technology, yet they are willing to share the fruits of wisdom. In trade, our vast resources can be healthy in bolstering their resources, in turn creating prosperity for ourselves, especially as they are a remnant of a destructive war that destroyed their homeworld. Progress is to be very quick, and you will be able to meet our new neighbors quite soon, for in three days, every man, woman and child will recieve a vaccination of Krathunian diseases, while they will get the same. But as a task for all of you, I want you to be open to our new acquaintances. Learn their languages, cultures, biology, and talk with them, hear their stories, and share ours, so we can learn more of our community. But I assure you all, if they ever do become a threat, count on our unmatched military, yet now we shan't hold this view as long as we are on good terms. We must be friends with these new people, for they are the key to learning more of the world around us. And there is yet much to learn even after,
for remember, the Krathunians aren't the only ones to exist in our community. The others are also likely to be open to friendship and trade and some may have advancements we don't have yet, so we have a bright future ahead of us. But this is the talk of tomorrow, my fellow Gyelidorans. Now, let us rejoice on our triumph in discovery! Vem kneuk!"

The massive crowd cheered on the Grand Tsar, and so did the billions throughout the empire that watched through news networks. Qerastviem I stepped off the podium, and walked back into the council room, and his guards followed suit. He sat back onto his throne, and rested. After a few minutes his viziers went into the room as well, and as they entered, they congratulated the Grand Tsar on the execution of his speech. Varetog stepped forward and congratulated Qerastviem I, "Your Majesty, you are truly the speaker. Your speech was masterfully crafted yet concise. Congratulations!" But Qerastviem I always puts his country before himself, "Ah, but I am not worthy of praise! It is the Gyelidoran spirit that helped me to succeed!" Varetog replied, "WeIl spoken, your Majesty. Long may you live, and so true of Gyelidor." It is the beginning of a new era, and many are eager to behold what awaits in the future. There will be crisis, death and disaster that awaits, yet there is also heroism, hope, and progress that will come. Who knows what the future holds?
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Post by The Cunning Linguist on Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:46 pm

It's been two days after first contact between the two worlds, and so far relations between them have been quiet. Meanwhile, in the grand halls of the Grand Tsar's palace in Qemtiras, the Council of Viziers had been called for a meeting, and were discussing the next steps that Gyelidor were to take. All fifteen viziers sat in the arched council room table, fourteen sat on the longer end opposite Qerastviem I, who had the High Vizier Varetog beside him, as he is the Grand Tsar's personal advisor.

They were Varetog, the High Vizier; Beshkay, the Vizier of Internal Affairs; Sharvay, the Vizier of Interspecies Affairs; Viryen, the Vizier of Commerce; Klayash, the Vizier of Production; Zhargvas, the Vizier of Research; Vasgul, the Vizier of War; Ilavarsh, the Vizier of Religion; Arru'kul, the Vizier of Expansion; Szesho, the Vizier of Culture; Shalras, the Vizier of Transportation; Ragvel, the Vizier of Education; Khesra, the Vizier of Welfare; Namekla, the Vizier of Communications; and Saghesh, the Vizier of Law. Each headed their own ministry, but took direct orders from the Grand Tsar himself. Sharvay came in last, five minutes after everyone else, but she would be the most important within this meeting.

Qerastviem I began the meeting, "Skve uk. Good to see you have all arrived here. First of all, I would like to say there's going to be some changes here. Now that we have discovered other nations exist, the Vizierdom and your ministries must change in suit. Sharvay, due to your experience in interracial relationships, you will now become the Vizier of Foreign Affairs; and Saghesh, your realm now not only includes the protection of law and order, but also of internal security from external threats, especially espionage. You will be the new Vizier of Security. Now that the restructuring is over, we will discuss our current tasks. But beforehand I would like to explain the purpose of yesterday's speech. I wanted trade so we could get a hold of their advanced technologies. And I chose peace, because I am afraid of those technologies, and they seemed friendly enough so I went ahead. But could trading with them actually enhance our technological capabilities?"

Zhargvas stepped in, with a slightly monotonous, droning voice from the effects of neural interlinking, "Well of course your Majesty. If we could get a hold of any of their products, our research teams could reverse engineer their technologies and see how they work. I assure you, our research teams can reverse engineer even the most foreign technology we've encountered." The Grand Tsar turned to his Commerce Vizier. "Viryen, can you work together with the Research Ministry to obtain samples of alien technology?" He answered, "Of course, your Majesty. With currency in the right hands, you can get anything. How much are you willing to grant us to spend on the purchases?" Klayash interrupted, "Your Majesty I don't think we have the production capabilities to produce their advanced technology. We might not be able to produce enough energy, and whatever materials they use we might not have." Zhargvas responded to this, "If we are the ones designing the technology, we are the ones who know how to make it." Sharvay offered her own solution, "We could just ask them nicely for their blueprints, especially with you stressing about being on friendly terms."

Qerastviem I agreed, "You are right about that... which brings us to our next point. I have planned for a conference with Confederacy leaders tomorrow. I will be there, and so will Sharvay. This is your first task as the new Vizier of Foreign Affairs, I do hope it won't be more difficult than the old ministry. I am not sure who all their leaders are, though I am certain Miral the Krathunian will be one of them. Also among them will be a race of arctificial lifeforms."

The court began mumbling as the viziers were shocked how it was even possible. The Grand Tsar quieted them, "Yes, even I wondered how that was possible, and that is why I am afraid of their capabilities. If the public knows about this somehow, I'd have to reassure them it is the fate of Vayr. Apparently they are an ancient race, and we have the privelege of them not destroying us. Sayr blesses us. Vasgul?" The Vizier responded, "Yes your Majesty?" The Grand Tsar gave him his orders, "I want you to sharply increase our military in the next five blirk as much as our capabilities can handle. We must place our mark within the stars. Klayash, have your quotas been met?"

He responded, gladness in his voice, "Oh yes, very much so. We collaborated with key companies on introducing a new production algorithm that has increased efficiency by 10% over the last month, so we can certainly allocate that into military production, but an even better idea would be to get the aliens' advanced production technology as we've discussed before, to which my ministry will devise schemes to give those technologies to major producers." Qerastviem I turned to his new Vizier of Security, "Saghesh, I want you to expand our espionage network beyond our borders. Focus around any new nations we meet, but try not to be too agressive." The Vizier responded in kind, "Yes, your Majesty."

Dawn turned to noon. Qerastviem I went to the final part of the meeting, in which he only needed Sharvay to confide with. "That is all to discuss for today. You may all leave, except for Sharvay. You will accompany me on tomorrow's conference, so you will stay here." Ilvarsh came up to Qerastviem I, "I will also stay here. I must speak with you. I will promise it will be brief, your Majesty." The Grand Tsar let out a small sigh, and accepted it, "Alright then." The rest of the court loaded up the express elevator and left the room, but there were still things undiscussed, to which only concerned of Sharvay and Ilavarsh. As a religious man, the Vizier of Religion expressed his fears and concerns to his Tsar, "About these... Arctificial lifeforms.... Who are they? Are they disgusting, horrifying abominations of Vayr? I have a feeling that for such imperfect beings, trusting them would not be a good idea..."

The Grand Tsar had fears of his own that were not so different, yet his superiority over the clergy meant his word was the Gods' will. He answered the worries of his Vizier, with deeper knowledge of the Krathunians, "I don't know myself, understand your concern Brother Ilavarsh. But don't think of them as a blasphemy on Lord Vayr. I was first to speak to them, and their emissary provided me knowledge that they worship what could be interpreted as an alien version of Vayr; theirs' is a God of creation, innovation and progress, just as ours. We only need teach that there is the Executioner to the Judge, that there is a Shield to the Blacksmith, as you say. From that I grant you full right of missionary work in their lands, as is usually so. Yet it is curious why Vayr would provide their ancient race with tools to create what our Lord does best. Only Vayr can create the perfect man, and the perfect woman, but the Krathunians are certainly not gods." Ilavarsh acknowledged his lord's agreement, yet pressed on, "Your Majesty, I understand you know the gods' fate for us, but what do you think of our own fate by our own hands?"

Qerastviem I shifted his eyes slightly, with a curious look on his face, "I don't exactly know why you asked that Brother, my opinions have been heavily publicized. I don't believe we could create the perfect mind, living or machine. as we are not gods. And it has come to a terrifying reality with their claims of a war with a machine race. Our Logists such as Zhargvas make good use of the best computer Lord Vayr has already given us, through neural interlinking, and their collective minds can surpass that of conventional computers, as they say themselves, giving us a pragmatical edge as well. Or so the Logists say. Whatever the case, you already know my answer." Hearing the Grand Tsar's agreement to the Clergy's thoughts and fears, Ilavarsh bowed with respect and said bid his goodbye, "Head of the Clergy, your wisdom preceeds you. Your views are our views, and I see no conflict between. And I will also oversee missionary work in these new lands, Vem uk, your Majesty. May the Gods bless." And thus the Grand Tsar replied, "Stral uk, Brother Ilavarsh. Vem uk."

As the Vizier left the room as the others, now there was the other Vizier left. She responded, "I do see Brother Ilavarsh's concern in negotiating with whoever lifeforms you have heard of, but you have dealt with our fears well and in wisdom." Along that he heard her mumbling, "Why would it seem that the Tsars and Tsarinas before him were born wise themselves?", to which he answered, "I myself wonder that, but that is another issue for later. Now, let us talk about tomorrow's conference." She responded, "Of course, your Majesty. How do you wish to deal with the Confederacy?" He explained his orders, "I want you to tell them we want to stay independent of their conflicts; to find our own path, though I want you to tell them that we should open trade markets and as I always say, be on friendly terms. But I also want you to find a way to make a beneficial relationship." Sharvay asked the Grand Tsar, "Do you wish to establish an embassy, to resolve crises that we could come across? And also a research co-operation treaty? We need your confirmation your Majesty." Qerastviem I agreed to her suggestions, "Yes, I grant authorization to achieve such goals. We must avoid war with them at any cost." Sharvay asked another question, "And what of with the other peoples?"

Qerastviem I let out a grin and told her, "Good question, Sharvay. We should prove our mettle on anyone they haven't protected, or are at war with themselves. Make sure we comply with their treaties to an extent; I don't want us doing the wrong thing too early and have them looking at us with shifty eyes. Sharvay, who will you appoint as Ambassador?" She answered, "I don't know who we could choose yet, but I know there are some good candidates." But Qerastviem I just remembered something, and it was even more crucial than the conference itself. "Sharvay, I just remembered, how could I have forgotten? What must we wear? We have only made a universal vaccine against Krathunian pathogens, but not of other Confederacy races. I know you'll ask them for vaccines they've developed, but what will we do in the meanwhile? I could use my combat armor, as I did before with the Krathunians, but what about you? You don't have armor of your own, do you?"

She reassured the Grand Tsar, while showing her xenopsychology skills, "Worry not, your Majesty, we don't need to wear our armor. That will only leave an aggressive and militaristic impression. We can use personal shielding devices to protect ourselves, and I can order ones built upon a hoverpad. If we look larger than ourselves by floating, it can give a supconscious impression of grandeur upon any species, hopefully gaining us their respect." Qerastviem I attempted to conclude the day, telling her, "Whatever it may be, practice your speech. The day has passed by, and it is time to act upon agreement." Sharvay gave a slight bow, and dismissed herself saying, "Vem uk." Qerastviem returned the goodbye with, "Vem uk, Sharvay. May the Gods bless us in coming events."

The Grand Tsar Qerastviem I was left in his own room as the Viziers have left under his command. But unlike what he usually does, he did not look to the stars and ponder upon the future of his empire. Instead, his full focus was upon the future of tomorrow's conference, how he should act and what he should say, for him and his empire to benefit. In Gyelidor, the actions and words of a single man influences the fate of the billions upon billions of his people.
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Ieegar, the central planet of the Ryun-Wreae Federation, was a world first described by a Jorro'kil diplomat as, "The equilibrium of nature and technology." The planet had gone through many progressions throughout its existence, from an oxygen rich paradise, to the nest of a fledgling civilization and the heart of a war-torn society. Ieegar was now the nucleus of, not only one of the newest but most influential of empires, but the grand Confederacy as well. Metropolises cover the surface of the planet, the great silver spirals of the cities blending seamlessly with Ieegar's famous towering trees that gracefully reach to the sky. The largest urban center at the center of the largest continent, Lakorr, was known as Ganna. It was an area of origins stretching back thousands of years, but the city had arisen past its roots of mining and had become the capital of the Ryun-Wreae, but it was also the location of the official Confederacy headquarters. It was here that the meeting would be held between the Tsardom and Gyelidor, the Jorro'kil Free Absolute, the Markovan Empire, the Krathunian Covenant, and the Federation. The entirety of the Aegus system was on high alert, especially careful after the incident during the diplomatic meeting on planet Muthara.

At the core of Ganna was a network as buildings known as the Confederacy Complex. It was built like a fortress, able to withstand tremendous firepower if need be. One of the many towering skycrapers held within the walls of the Complex was the exact location of the meeting. It was this structure that Sentinel Miral Yvenuis approached jauntily. The Aegan sun reflected her shining white armor, only worn on special occasions, and she stood out among the various officials going about their business. There was no mistaking her discomfort, however - Ganna was tropical, an environment that Krathunians were never meant to venture into. While her armor's cooling system aided Miral in her endeavor, it was still possible to feel the brutal heat under the plates of her armor.

A voice sounded from behind the Sentinel. "You'd think that your armor would help, Miral," A deep, rich Krathunian joked, chuckling a bit. This was Vertin Sarthalus, a foreign affairs adviser to the military. Unlike Miral, he wore a dark grey kevlar-like garment that was lighter than Miral's armor, though it fit similarly. A red cape with the Krathunian Covenant's insignia flowed down from his shoulders, though the nonexistent wind did not allow it to wave. His plates were a bit darker than Miral's at a light grey, and his eyes were a green color.

Miral snickered, glancing back at Vertin. "This isn't the time for jokes, Vertin. We need to be getting to the meeting - I'd imagine the Federation officials are already there."

Vertin silently nodded, continuing to walk. The pair was flanked by a number of Krathunian bodyguards, though once they were inside the complex, they wouldn't be needed. Soon, they reached the interior and the troops dispersed, attending to other posts. The Krathunians were guided to a gravity elevator by a Wreae AI, which took them to a highly secure level of the structure. After several identity tests they were allowed in the meeting room.

The room was one of grand yet simple luxury. The circular chamber's walls were a metallic white, and the flags of the Confederate adorned this area. An extravagant rug covered the floor, depicting the natural state of Ieegar and some wildlife. Several guards stood at attention to along the walls - Highly trained Wreae, which would automatically delete any information given out during the meeting communicated to their systems via hearing inputs to prevent spying. At the center of the room there was a fine, large brass table. Several seats made for any variety of race to occupy - Two were already occupied. A Ryun and a Wreae stood up.

The Ryun was Grand Councilor Zaroas, wearing traditional robe-like clothing of a light grey color. A grafted Wreae arm was visible, though it looked very similar to that of a Wreae. The machine was Grand Councilor Unit 1, having simplistic armoring, made of a metal similar in color to Zaroas' robes. On both shoulders, the Federation symbol for 1 could be seen to signify its identity. The Krathunians and Federation representatives spoke shortly before taking their seats once more, silently pondering. After some time the other representatives were present and the meeting was to commence.

Grand Councilor Zaroas stood from his seat in a deliberately slow manner, cleared his throat, and began to speak. "This meeting of the Confederacy and the Tsardom of Gyelidor has commenced. First, all representatives shall formerly introduce themselves, and then those of the Tsardom may begin to speak. I am Grand Councilor Zaroas, formerly Commander, of the Ryun-Wreae Federation of the United Ieegan Systems."

The Wreae stood up much more quickly, as if a rapid reaction was natural to it. "I am Grand Councilor Unit 1, formerly General, also of the Ryun-Wreae Federation." The machine spoke in a neutral, metallic tone, the accent similar to that of a Ryun.

With this, the Sentinel stood. "Sentinel Miral Yvenuis, of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant of Sethega. It's a pleasure." She nodded, and took her seat once more.

Vertin then arose from his seat, careful not to make the motion seem too prideful. "I am Vertin Sarthalus, foreign adviser to the Sentinel and the military of the Intragalactic Krathunian Covenant of Sethega." He held himself almost expertly, having much experience in this type of interactions. He took his seat quietly.

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Post by Vara Lord on Thu Apr 03, 2014 7:00 pm

The Markovan present stood. He was average height for a male Markovan, an thus was dwarfed by all present. However, he held himself with pride and respect. Alon with customary Markovan armor, his right shoulder was adorned with a golden, high concave have circular plate, and his horns bore white and gold pendants fastened around where his sword was sheathed on his shoulders, a symbol of his high rank, second only to the Emperor in all things military.

"I am Commander-in-Chief Taxis nin Devin of the military forces of the Markovan Empire." With that, he also took his seat.
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Post by Whos on Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:03 pm

The Jorro'kil representatives took their place at the brass table. Their trip had been pleasant, though security was tripled because of their importance and rank, and the fleet they arrived in was small, but powerful.

One of them was short, or atleast short for a Jorro'kil, standing at only 6'5. The other was of average height, at 7'3.

The taller Kil stood up from his seat, a chair crafted specially to fit the build of his legs, and introduced himself.

"I am High Councilor and Military General Xayarus Evirin." Xayarus' stature was intimidating to some, though he lacked the height of the Krathunians. His posture was perfect, showing experience and discipline. His uniform was white, with purple highlights in the form of cuffs, semicircles at the shoulders, the rim of the shirt, and double semicircles on the outer side of either thigh. His left shoulder had a special armoring to signify his rank, a curved, triangular piece of armor. It was silver, with dashes of purple on the rim and in the middle.

The short one stood up as well, and introduced himself. "I am R'jal Mevrin, High Councilor and Xenoform Relations official."
R'jal's uniform was grey, with silver highlights in the same areas as on Xayarus' suit.

They both dipped their beaks, the traditional Jorro'kil gesture equal to a handshake.  Following this, they both sat back down in their chairs.

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In Ieegar, the Gyelidoran delegates have just arrived via a chartered flight on a Krathunian ship for not even the best Gyelidoran ships could travel the distances needed to reach Ieegar. The Grand Tsar Qerastviem I and the Vizier of Foreign Affairs Sharvay were the first Gyelidoran people to venture into unknown worlds, far beyond their own.

Through the journey the delegates and their guards floated upon circular platforms that projected a magnetic shield against hostile attacks and alien pathogens. When they arrived in the ancient planet, they were astonished to see a city so similar to Qemtiras yet so different. The great spires of Ganna mimicked the silver-tinged arcologies and towers of the Gyelidoran capital, but were far more slender, reached far higher , and lacked the blue glass balconies that were common in Gyelidoran architecture.

Qerastviem I brought along him the best outfit his empire could provide him, with a bejeweled silken coat, interwoven with gold and silver, and with  Gyelidoran Blue tinted on parts of his coat; and the ancient Tsar's Crown, with its signature protrusions made of meteoric steel, signifying the divine ascenscion of the Grand Tsar. On his neck he wore a glistening gold necklace shaped in the Imperial Symbol: a long chevron with two extrusions on both sides, present in the coat of arms of Gyelidor. It signified the high nobility of the Grand Tsar, as it was shaped like the claw of a noble Qarsku. Sharvay wore simpler attire, yet still much extravagant by any race's standards, wearing a silken suit of pure white and Gyelidoran Blue, making clear her nationality.

The walkway leading to the Confederacy Complex was littered with securitymen, but outside them were also hordes of curious people wanting to witness these newly-discovered aliens. Hovering low, the Grand Tsar and his envoy looked left and right, astonished at the harmony between the many races inhabiting the city, from as large as the Krathunians, as small as the Markovans, to as mechanical as the Wreae. In private, he spoke to Sharvay about raising his arms to greet them, but she warned him that from her lessons in Xenopsychology, this could be a sign of grave disrespect. The Grand Tsar acknowledged, and held himself back.

The guardsmen gave way, and the Gyelidoran convoy entered the building. They were surprised a hall of several powerful nations was humble; lacking the extravagant and lavish ornamentation of the Grand Tsar's palace. They were led into the conference room by the local guardsmen; a brass table with many seats. Qerastviem I ordered his men to stand down in front of the doorway, and told Sharvay to lower down onto the seats. They met for the first time, the many races of the Confederacy, from the large yet familiar Krathunians, the slender, avian Jorro'kil, the short, yet proud Markovans, the resident Ryun, and their mechanical counterparts the Wreae.

Unbeknownst to them, the Wreae were not Ryun minds encapsulated within metal bodies like some Gyelidorans are, but are run by sentient algorithms, something which is somewhat of a taboo in Gyelidoran society.  So too was this for the Jorro'kil, which Qerastviem I feared.  But he put his fears aside, and stood up, introducing himself as Monarch, "I am Qerastviem I, Grand Tsar and Autocrat of all Gyelidor, Mortal Representative of Vayr and Sayr's Will. I am the sole ruler of the Tsardom of Gyelidor, isolated many lightyears away from the Krathunians." He sat down. Sharvay then stood up to introduce herself, "And I am Sharvay Arwis, Gyelidoran Vizier of Foreign Affairs. His Majesty would like us to be on good terms with you and have open trade relations." She sat down again, waiting for the Confederacy response.
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Post by Vara Lord on Sun Apr 27, 2014 11:59 pm

Taxis rose from his chair. "If I may, I think I can speak for all present that we all hope to derive much benefit from any relationship with your government and culture. On behalf of the Markovan Empire, we are always ready to form an alliance with honorable people. I, for one, though, am curious to know what you would desire to trade with us, if I may be so bold as to ask."
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Vizier Sharvay sat straighter and higher with an almost-prideful pose, and responded to Taxis in a diplomatic tone, "Thank you, your Honorable. On behalf of Gyelidor and his Majesty Qerastviem I, we acknowledge your generous and friendly intentions. However, for the time being we do not feel ready to be involved in the intergalactic politics of the Confederacy, and we would like to remain neutral. It does not, however, that we wish to cut off cultural and economic ties, rather that we would like to be on friendly terms with your peoples. On realms of business, we would like propose a period of integration with the international economy, in terms of infrastructural and fiscal integration. I am sure that represantatives from Gyelidoran companies would strike deals with yours, and so would both our economic ministries."

After she finished her sentence, Qerastviem I too rose up, and with a slight grin hinting at Sentinel Miral, proposed in a legal tone, "I would like to formalize our negotiations with the Krathunians via Sentinel Miral Yvenuis, and extend the proposed treaty to the entirety of the Confederacy. This includes a non-agression pact, and a civil open border treaty that will last up to, at the minimum, one year. The treaty can be amended with sufficient agreement on all behalfs."

Sharvay continued where he left off, "Also, we wish to establish an embassy here in the Confederate capital of Ieegar, so we can work ways out of any possible crises in the future. And I hope you too will do the same."
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Post by Zaroas on Sat May 10, 2014 10:17 am

Grand Councilor Zaroas smiled, placing both arms flat on the table as he sat up straight in his chair. This revealed the full form of his prosthetic arm, which seemed to be a grafted Wreae limb, though its design had been refined to match the Ryun's other arm in size and shape. The only way one could tell it was robotic was its silvery color and the low whirring sounds it would make on occasion. "If I may..." He turned to look at Unit 1, who nodded, before continuing. "The Ryun-Wreae Federation of the United Ieegan Systems hereby gives you permission to establish an embassy upon this planet. We would also like to accept said treaty, though before we formally do, I would like to have knowledge on several things pertaining to your people. Firstly, what would Gyelidoran corporations and industries be able or willing to trade with the Confederacy? Secondly..." Zaroas' eyes wandered to his prosthetic, and he breathed out in a grim manner. "The Confederacy cannot completely insure the protection of your nation if we do not aid your military or help to protect your empire. With the Dominion and Terminus Pact arising, even neutral empires are not safe from warmongering greed. I understand that the Tsardom does not wish to be a part of our current politics, but it needs to be said that nobody is completely safe at the moment. Tell me, Grand Tsar - what are your military capabilities? If we have this knowledge then we can take appropriate action."

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Sharvay glanced at Qerastviem I for a second, and he did the same, almost as if she was looking for a sign of reassurance. She gave a humble nod, and responded to the Ryun's questions, "That is... for the economic planners to decide. I am sure we have machinery, minerals, or whatever you might want us to put on the market. As for our bilateral relations on terms of defense, we would be glad to accept assistance if ever a belligerent faction commits an act of aggression against us. We wouldn't want to be attacked because of military association however; that is why we are not signing a formal alliance."

Qerastviem I continued her response, with a seriousness in his face, "I couldn't tell you the specific details of our military; that would only jeopardize national security, for instance, if potential agressors caught wind of such knowledge..." His tone changed into a higher, confident note, "But I could tell you, I am confident we can defend ourselves against most threats. Every Gyelidoran man and woman has been trained to defend their homes, and we have a competent standing military. Just as my Vizier has stated, we would be willing accept offers of military assistance in times of need. I'm sure we pose a strategic importance to you, well enough to be protected."
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Post by Whos on Sat May 17, 2014 5:31 pm

Xayarus waved a hand in the air, gesturing for the conversation to cease for a moment. "We have only the word of the Krathunians that you are trustworthy. In this time of war, we need significant evidence of your reliability. You have already clarified that you would rather be a fairweather friend.. So to restate my sentence, why should we trust you? While words are really only what we have at our disposal here, I will try my best to be discerning."

Rjal said nothing, concurring in his silence.

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"I concur with the honorable delegate of the Jorro'kil Free Absolute," said Taxis. "These are troubled times for the Confederacy as a whole, and we must take into account any and all threats and assets. We do not mean to be suspicious of your civilization, but we should like to have some reliable demonstration of your good will. What exactly can you offer us in this regard?"
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