On a Distant Soil

[Katzaniel]

OOC:

 

I had what I think is a neat idea for a thread. I really want to get people interested because I think it would be a whole lotta fun. So, because I imagine I'm not the only one who doesn't check the Greenroom on a regular basis, I'm going to reserve a space here for the story.

 

Interested? Come see!

[Solivagus]

Count me in as the peacful side

[Katzaniel]

Any human being would have been confused by the display in the little room. It consisted of a tall dome-topped structure in the center of another dome. The person standing in the glass-like center was waving her hands and arms around in dance-like movements, speaking at the same time. She had six fingers on each hand, was six feet eleven inches tall and had silvery hair. Her chest was flat as human standards go, her limbs long and thin. The language she spoke was Allenua, the same as name for the planet on which she stood, and the race to which she existed. Her movements communicated to the computer that was all around her, its sensors at various points in the small structure and its screens covering the entirety of the larger dome.

 

"I'll need confirmation of that," she said in the language of her planet, surprise showing through her face, unusual for one of her kind. Colours swirled on the screens around her, and a three dimensional map popped into the air. Lines drew themselves across the stars that made it up, and the planet in its centre glowed brightly for an instant. Calmness slipping away, Ressa, for that was her name, made the hand movements to make the dome power down, and without opening any doors stepped right through the inner and then the outer domes. Both were now clear but still appeared solid.

 

Ressa made her way through some corridors, for she was still inside a building, though very large. She did not have to walk far before she was in front of a clear door shape (the upper part again a dome, like an upside down letter U). Through it she could see a man doing his work on a much smaller version of the computer she had just left. He looked up and saw her, then moved his hands the same way she had, dimming the mini-sphere that covered his desk.

 

"Ressa," he said, bowing his head in greeting.

 

"Erando," she returned, doing the same. "Do you remember the capsules that OFAE sent out fifteen hundred years ago?"

 

He nodded, and smiled slightly. "What does the organization want now? Allenua tried sending ships long before the capsules, and we have never found a thing."

 

Ressa shook her head at him, saying, "They'll never shut up about it, now. One of the capsules was found."

 

Erando stood up. "An Organization For Alien Existence capsule? Has landed on a planet with life?"

 

"Isn't the thought almost beyond comprehension, Erando? They have been looking for life since we discovered space travel three thousand years ago, and never had success. And yet now, we see that they have been right all along. Life besides us exists in this universe. Almost makes me wish I had gone in for Alien Existence Planning myself."

 

He stared at her for a second, still obviously shocked. Then, shaking his head, "Have the aliens sent a response yet?"

 

"No," laughed she. "They have not yet been able to open it. Of course the important ones have only just gotten it, but apparently it's still broadcasting signals of them trying to figure out what to do with it." Seeing his curiosity in his face, she went on."They're short, by the sounds of it. No hair on their heads, no eyebrows either. Only five fingers. I didn't see the video myself, but the report states that their skin looks strange as well."

 

"Well, yes," said Erando, turning on his computer again. "I guess we've got work to do. I'll inform the rest of the council. You go back and await news of a response. If anything new comes in, tell me via computer; I may not be in my office for the rest of the day."

[Merelas]

OOC: Hmm... I suppose I should go ahead and post... however, Katzaniel, if you're not ready for other people to start posting yet (for story development reasons) go ahead and PM me or post in the green room and I'll delete/edit blank this post.

 

IC: "What?!" Ealizah called out. She looked at the screen before her, and held the headset closer, listening harder, just to be sure that she had not misheard Erando. "Do we have confirmation of this?" she questioned, quickly preparing herself to leave her home, where she had been relaxing on a day off. There will no doubt be an emergency council meeting, she thought to herself, as she listened to the rest of the report.

 

As Minister of Diplomacy, Ealizah really hadn't had many responsibilities. It had been a merely traditional post-a government "Cushion Job", so to speak. Not anymore.

 

"Yes, Erando... yes, I'll be in right away. I'm leaving now. I'll be there soon." she said, made a gesture, and Erando's image winked out of the screen. Quickly, she removed the headset, and dashed out the door. Hailing the nearest shuttle, she climbed aboard, and asked for the driver to take her to Capitol Hall.

 

She was there shortly, and went inside. Seeing Erando, she walked briskly over to him, and began interrogating him.

 

"When did this happen?" she asked, and waited for a response.

[Katzaniel]

"Only this morning," Erando defended himself. "I told you as soon as I found out."

 

"Sure you did," muttered Ealizah, Erando looking sideways at her and trying to figure out whether he had heard right or understood wrong. She ignored him and hurried onward. "What have you done so far?

 

"I've informed as many as I can. Most are on their way right now."

 

"Irigas? Plenda? Sentaf?"

 

"Er. Yes, I supponse they ought to be involved."

 

"Who did you call, Erando?" Ealizah narrowed her eyes at him.

 

"Well, you. Lassol. Neffa. The council."

 

"Call everyone, Erando. There will be important decisions made tonight. We can't forget anybody."

 

Erando turned back to his console and Ealizah left to greet those that were just arriving. There was much to be done.

 

 

 

OOC: The names given in this post are only fillers. When people start posting their characters, I'll replace some or all of the mentioned names. If anyone doesn't know what to name their character, though, you can use get inspiration from here (or steal outright )

[Solivagus]

(OOC: I'm a mercenary at heart, so I wrote this piece with Nessy just in case there would be some call for some mercenaries at some point in this.)

 

On board the star ship Helios a light began to flash on the communication console infront of Portendo.

 

"Someone wake the captain up!" she bellowed over her shoulder. "We've got an unknown transmission on all frequencies!"

 

Heinrich groaned as he rose from the depths of both sleep and chair. "So we have a message. Whoopie doo." he growled sarcastically. "Last message we had was that job of taking out those losers who hacked past the government security."

 

"This might be a bit more important" Portendo said patiently. "I'm having trouble translating it for some reason, but it appears to be sending the same message at regular intervals."

 

Heinrichs black eyes met with her ice-blue. "An SOS?"

 

"Possibly. Worth taking a look at."

 

"Alright, set in the course."

 

"Course set."

 

"Engines charged fully?"

 

A third figure checked his console then nodded to Heinrich. "Charged and ready to fire."

 

"Let her rip!"

 

The ships engines fired up and it shot forward in space, heading to the source of the message.

 

(OOC: Details were left sketchy for numerous reasons.)

Edited December 31, 2003 by Solivagus

[Damon Inferel]

(OOC: Whee... somethin with technology! Forks, computers, indoor plumbing!!!! I haven't thought too much of my character yet, but lets' get the persona going shall we?)

 

It wasn't at all uncommon for Ghalen to be doing absolutely nothing at this hour. He knew where he was going, the big planet in the distance, to re-unite with his comrades, but when you're floating through space there aren't a whole lot of options for entertainment. Ghalen yawned.

 

"God... why are people so fascinate by this... space? There's nothing out here..." a small chunk of metal drifted by his windshield. "except for remnants of century-old shrapnel..."

 

"Eh..." he punched a few buttons on his flashing console and a little monitor flickered on displaying a small space map. "Space map... How do you map something that's endless and empty? Let's see..." he pointed a slender finger at the map and zoomed in by touching the screen. "Yep... I should be there in about a day. I hope they're happy to see me, and I hope they've got something better than dried meat..."

 

(OOC: Well, I float in space for the moment. That will give me some time to develop my character and to read the rest of the RP...)

[Katzaniel]

OOC: I'm very glad that people are posting characters and so forth, this is just about what I expected for the first little while. But I need to ask people to remember to put speech in the proper colours so that we can all easily tell what language they are speaking and therefore what race they are. If you're not sure how, check out the link in my first post, there's an explanation somewhere in there. Also, make sure you regularily check out the greenroom. There's a lot of discussion to catch up on if you haven't been reading it, so I understand that may take a while, but please try. I'd like to keep OOC comments (but for a few lines here and there) in the greenroom as much as possible. Thank you.

[Damon Inferel]

(OOC: Diplomatic am I? Yes... I should exercise my temporary pacifism in such a story until we inevitably find ourselves at war... or not...)

 

The small ship had landed on the planet Allenua a few hours before, and Ghalen was expecting to meet some form of escort to a council meeting. There was none, which pushed his mind in a sense of annoyance, but as there was no escort, there was no need for a hurry. "Sightseeing it is then." He said aloud, looking up at the modern marvels of the Allenuan buildings and the exotic plants of the planet.

 

It seemed peaceful here, but he already knew that the city itself was blissfully unaware of potential warfare with the Tata' ri (sp?). As a diplomat, he was here to try and negotiate a pre-war armistice with some of the members of both planet's councils to prevent unecessary bloodhsed and destruction. being of neither race, he was impartial personally, but he did have a job to do. He clicked his nails rhythmically as he strolled through the city, making his way towards his destination. The meeting wasn't too far off, but it didn't mean that he couldn't spend some liesure time either.

 

He'd been to the planet on business several times, acting as an interpreter and something of an Interplanetary Regulation Service, or IRS. He was there to try to maintain peace, but assist either side in temrs of supplies and the like should they go to war, and with the non-militant attitudes of the Allenua, they were probably going to need weapons.

 

(OOC: I'm going to have to meet someone here... you know, to continue.)

[Katzaniel]

OOC: I don't know whether Damon has read my post in the greenroom and doesn't know how to respond or whether he has not recently checked the greenroom, but I don't like to see nothing happening for so long, so I'm going to create a character in Tata-Ri.

 

IC:

Kurchik eyed the spherical pod suspiciously. None of his men, scientific or otherwise, had been able to tell him much about it. All anyone knew was that it had dropped onto Tata-Ri's surface from outer space, not crashing into it but actually opening up little legs and descending upright to land. His secret service had abducted and questioned the three witnesses as quickly as possible, before they could spread the story, but rumours had already sprung up. The Prime Govenors of Mennic and Beeta had already sent word that representatives were on their way. As Prime Govenor of Yoka, however, Kurchik was prepared to do everything in his power to keep the pod in his jurisdiction. That meant figuring out as soon as possible what its purpose was, and they were no closer to doing that then when they had first picked it up.

 

"Can't we at least figure out which direction it came from?" he said angrily, "or crack it open somehow?" The scientists had been reluctant to try that at first, but had since broken all the tools they could find on the pod's surface. They had the decency to look embarassed, but none spoke up.

 

Just then there was a knock on the door.

 

"The delegate for the Empire of Mennic has arrived, sir."

 

Kurchik could not stop him from coming, and it did cross his mind that this was fast becoming an issue for the concern of all Tata-Ri'n. He could at least hope that Mennic would think of something to do with the thing.

 

"Let him in," he growled.

Edited January 26, 2004 by Katzaniel

[Savage Dragon]

Naylor was beginning to feel not as lucky as he first did. Sure being one of the first people to witness some sign of an intelligent life form from another planet was nice, but it wasn’t worth it if he was going to be interrogated anymore. He was sure it was from another planet, he knew enough about TaTa Ri'n engineering to know that thing sure as hell didn’t come from here. Its something Bessledorf would be interested in looking at. Oh hell, he forgot he was supposed to give that presentation to Bessledorf today. Well that’s another lost job, he better start looking for a new one. For a guy with a supposed high IQ, he sure was having trouble keeping a job. What was his problem any way? "What’s my problem?" he yelled aloud. "Shut up," he heard a guard outside yell. In the distance he heard a scream. Yea he definitely was not feeling lucky.

Edited January 27, 2004 by MeThinksUFoolish

[Katzaniel]

The delegate from Mennic came into the room with his eyes properly averted, showing respect for the soil on which he tread. His open palms showed peace for the Emperor of Yoka, into whose presence he entered. As soon as the door was closed behind the man, however, Kurchik had cause to gasp at the man's indecency. He thrust his hands into his pockets and then looked Kurchik directly in the eyes.

 

A moment later, Kurchik was doing more than gasping. At least he wasn't the one who screamed, although he couldn't tell who did. The delegate withdrew his hands, both now holding the most recent Mennic weapons technology. Seeing them on a desk earlier that month, thanks to the Yokan Discovery Agency, Kurchik had admired the technology and demanded that his men replicate it by year's end. Seeing it now, the laser gun in the man's right hand aimed at his forehead and the one in his left roaming the room searching for someone who dare move, Kurchik cringed and averted his own eyes. A sure sign of doom, he realized a moment after it was too late. He had just given up any position of power he had by showing unquestionable weakness. He had deferred to the delegate.

 

"I have been ordered to secure you, your people, and your latest discovery for the imminent arrival of the Emperor Veen of Mennic, may he rule all the world. You will do as I say until he arrives, or you will die."

 

Kurckik remembered with a pang that the YDA had told him these laser guns were absolutely silent, and resistant as well to the current weapon-detection technology held by Yoka. What an idiot he was for not setting up more protection around this delegate. Too agitated by the pod from another world to see the danger right in front of him. Nothing to do about it now, though. He kept his eyes averted.

 

The man nodded to one of the scientists, a woman. "Go get your witnesses. I want to question them. No tricky business - the guard is one of ours."

 

She left the room, even though her eyes were glowing almost red from anger.

 

OOC: MeThinksUFoolish, (can I call you Foolish? ) you are a witness, right? If you were supposed to be an engineer or something I can fix this up a little to include you. Anyway, feel free to react however you want to the situation, even if it changes the situation. I don't have any real plan for how this turns out, since the politics on Tata-Ri won't affect the Allenuan landing much. It's only after that that it starts to matter who's in charge.

[Savage Dragon]

OOC: Foolish sounds good, I’m begging to regret my name as it is, but Foolish would work nicely.

 

Naylor could barely stand when the guard came to get him. Arms on the two shoulders of them men on either side of him, he was half carried back to his earlier cell. Thrown on the floor, he lay curled in a ball, holding his head.

 

Interrogation WAS NOT fun.

 

What was the point anyhow? He told them all he knew about it in the first 5 minutes, but they had to keep asking him the same questions for... oh he didn't know, it felt like forever.

 

There was talk outside, change of guard maybe? No it was more than talk, voices were getting raised, tempers heated.

 

Two shots later and it was all done.

 

The door opened and he was ordered out, one of the guards lay dead, the other one stood there with a new man. Naylor was trying to get up, but it was obvious he didn't have the strength.

 

The new man muttered something and then backhanded Naylor across the face, then he picked him up.

 

Well, what did they expect, they hadn't given him anything to eat or drink the entire time he was here and he hadn't gotten more than an hours sleep.

 

"Who can sleep with all these screams around you?" he muttered to himself. He shuddered when he thought that only a few minutes ago the screams had been his.

:dragon4:

[Damon Inferel]

(OOC: Whoopee! Actually, i'm rather sorry for my absence for a while. I had almost thought this RP was discontinued until MTUF popped up, so i didn't do anything. Effectively, my character is an intern for one of the diplomats and a studying linguist. Roughly, a translator, but he's not perfect... hee hee)

 

"Here we are." Ghalen commented, seeing a fair amount of TaTa Ri'n going into the building. "They must have started already. What they started, I don't know, but it must not concern me yet." He paused in front of the building, sipping the equivalent of a cappucino he had purchased from a street vendor, and tossed the container aside onto the ground. If peaceful people who had decent technology didn't have people to do some of the public cleaning, they were better off designing weapons...

 

He surveyed the scene as he walked into the front entrance, blinking only once before guns were trained on him. "This is... supposed to be a peaceful meeting, right? I don't care if you people kill each other, but you'll have a hell of a time dealing with the people I work for if you kill me. Now, leave me alone and let me see Ealizah... if you know who she is."

 

The guns remained trained. "I know you can understand me, and I know you know who I am! I'm the Minister of Diplomacy for Zhelah, the planet that tries to keep you people in check! You kill me, and we'll bomb your stupid weapon factory! Point those barbaric things elsewhere." Ghalen was lying through his teeth, but being something of a politician, he knew how to bluff, and he hoped they didn't know there was no such regulatory planet... or bombs... or the fact he was only an intern.

 

He was here to translate and nothing more, and in his situation, he hoped his bladder held out. The guns fell, but Ghalen didn't sigh in relief. It would give away his bluff. "Thank you. Now, if you know who Ealizah is, take me to her. This is a diplomatic place of business, and I'm sure we can fix this without having to kill anyone... Or, at least not too many people."

 

He was still rough in translation, but he was pleased that his nervousness had caused him to recall all of what he knew. Grace under pressure... That had been beaten into his head often enough...