Stories of a Galaxy

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Life exists in many shapes, many forms. As our greatest philosopher phased it; 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations.' Where there exists life, there exists the possibility of intelligence. With intelligence comes the potential of great gain, great advancement and great good, as well as the chance of great evil. We have long since moved one, ascending to a higher plane. And from here, we look on to see what this new life will make for itself.
-Inscribed on the monument of the Cartographers

The spiral galaxy is known by many names, and is home to many races. And is also home to many dangers. But those will be encountered in time. This is a tale of discovery, exploration, conquest, lose, gain, growth and death. Within the billions of stars, life has spawned, grown, and developed. And as these races set foot out into the stars, a story is bound to follow. Tales will be told, conflicts will be made, allegiances will be formed. Legends will be born.

These are their stories.


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Hyral Sector: Nalim System
Zeath Station Ath Jen

Far out from the planet, barely close enough for the station to be caught in the gravity well and justify referring to the planet as being below it, the Zeath Station Ath Jen drifted gently across the section space that would be the planet's eastern hemisphere's night sky. The station itself was on the night cycle, the late shift workers manning stations with the casual efficiency of those long accustomed to working together, and used to the relaxed atmosphere of a non military installation. There was still an air of anticipation about them. The air was pregnant with it. They were expecting a shipment. In addition to the regular supplies, this one was carrying cargo straight from the refining stations. It was the final step to making what looked promising in stimulations and small scale tests a reality. Their long range scanners had been tracking the ship for a few minutes know, and everyone was somewhat eager to see it arrive.

A point in space about three thousand kilometers out distorted as the plasma like cloud that marked an hyperspace window opened. Two ships darted out first. Both were the same class, though one was a bit older and larger, they were around seventy feet long, with the main command nestled between a split forward hull; Ka'tana escort ships. After them, another, larger, ship burst out of the ripple in space; oblong and tan, the rear stretching out into a tail, two narrow whip like 'wings' extending from midship to curve and met with the tail. A Leviat transport. A fairly young one at that; only about 600 meters long. It leisurely started shedding speed, arcing to swing around the station. The officer at the comm flipped touched the membrane of his station as the ship hailed them.

"Ath Jen operations, this is the Klyen," a male said through the psioncom. "Request permission to dock."

"This is operations," the shift captain responded. "Permission granted. You have a bay in Chere three. A drone will guide you to your assigned section."

"Many thanks, ops, We will be aboard in a few klicks."

"Send a message to Dr Len," the captain said with a faint smile when the connection was cut. "Let her know her supplies have arrived."

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Avar Kleh
Sau’ri home world- Saix Avar
Er Loir Tribeland, Sau’ri Government Kr’wel

It was behind them. Not forgotten, not dismissed, but not dwelt upon to heavily either. They were had moved on, using that dark smear as motivation to do better. And move on they did. Many long years had passed since the Dark ages and the turmoil between the tribes. Many years since peace had finally been gained. And in that time, Saix Avar had risen to a state that far surpassed its former glory; Tribelands secure and stable, the hunting and crops plentiful, the cities growing proudly along the heights and branches of the massive Kr’cn trees, the tallest ones supporting a platforms for the vessels and ships, ports further down its height.

Jarek was pleased. It was not his accomplishment, not by far. He was only a month or so into his term as the Merd Cas’ten. It was the work and efforts of his ancestors, and the blessings of the Klan watching over them. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a touch of pride speed up the beating of his hearts as he looked out at the lights from the windows, the wind rustling the leaves of healthy Kr'cn trees, Tau, both young and old, stalking, playing and hunting within the branches and fields. He supposed any world leader would feel similar pride to see their healthy and strong, and felt a little guilt for indulging in it, but indulge he did.

He turned as the doors to the room swung open. The five Tau’ri stood at on guard outside, each one taken from one of the five pillars of the Sau’ri nation. Each a proud image of success in their training, each representing the strength each pillar had, and the strength they had when unified. He had little time to dwell on those somewhat romantic thoughts as the other four other Cas’ten gracefully entered. The doors closed behind them with a whisper, giving the group privacy. He smiled, his ear flicking in amusement as Luth, the priestess from the Tannic gratefully took her seat. She was the only one young then he, barely a kit past her Walking, but he would never tell her that. She could crush him like a bug, and wouldn't hesitate to prove that point either.

On the other hand, he could guide a ship through the mysteries of burst space, without a computer to do the calculations, doing them all on his own, with fair accuracy. A feat she would have to use the meld to acheive, and still without his skill. To each, his own, was what the Prime said. As the others took their seats, Jarek greeted them somewhat formally, pointing his claws at them then flitting his hand to the side, an old ritual to show acknowledgement of equals. "Wua A'guann," he side with a smile. It was a bit of teasing on his part, particularly since he was the one to call the assembling.

[CzarNicholas]

Hansaa vessel Kanna Oranja, Unalaa class ship, sector 15,8, just outside Human space

He had already painted his fur in the colors of the United Interstellar Colonies. They will like that, Teriela, Hansaa delegate to the United Interstellar Colonies, though proudly, appreciating his cleverness. A pallet of Skuirre Ytle hides accompanied a case of Hansaa skin paints of every color and hue imaginable in the cargo hold; gifts for the humans even Teriela was jealous of. A bottle of Hansaa Boerbrandy, sitting next to him in his quarters, would be the personal gift to the Human leader. Even too strong for me, but if the Human leader negotiates while cheery and drunk, all the better for me. Teriela donned his silks and left for the bridge, anxious for clearance into Human space.

By the time he arrived, the Tel delegate Haran ak Tel was just finishing his prayers. If he recognized the Hansaa’s presence, he never expressed it. The Tel were like that: you never knew if they were ignoring you, watching you, or didn’t know you were there to begin with. On lighter days, Teriela liked to play a game with Haran, seeing if he could make the old Tel jump by sneaking up on him. He even saw a glimmer of surprise once, but it was too faint to tell. Today was not a light enough for jokes, however.

“Asalaam alalkin” the Tel said in the Tel-Arabic hybrid that was their common language, while rolling up his prayer mat.

“And you. Are we within range?”

“Almost, my friend.” The Tel said, staring off into nothingness, as was his way, “Should this mission be a success, I should hope you join me in Mecca. To be the first of my kind to pilgrim there….” Teriela was surprised. He swore the Tel sounded almost excited!

“Do try and stay focused, Tel. We are not here to indulge your feeble curiosity.” Aerestoix, the Viverdian delegate, announced as she reached the bridge. To any human she would have been beautiful, her soft green skin perfectly shaped and molded to resemble a young Human female. To Teriela, however, she was a pompous, if shrewd negotiator. To Haran, she was a constant annoyance and borderline blasphemer. A small grey figure entered behind her and nearly prostrated himself bowing. Chuht’il, the Skuiire ambassador said little enough, a fact which Teriela was thankful for. The Skuiire was wise, but his thickly accented Hansaa made Teriela’s fur rise in protest. The Hansaa and the Tel nodded in acknowledgement, though Aerestoix couldn’t be bothered with courtesies at the moment.

The ship came out of FTL in front of a Human outpost as the comms lit up:

Teriela cleared his throat, “This is the Hansaa vessel Kanna Oranja, bearing a delegation from the New Hansa Trade League. We come bearing gifts, and an offer of trade and prosperity! Give us clearance, and we shall make Humanity the richest it’s ever been!”

[zedeace]

Recon outpost Zeta 24B

He had dozed off in his chair in the station, as he usually does around this time. Being the only person on the small and isolated outpost was a tough job, but the pay was good at the end of it, and he did have company just not of the human kind.
The robot arm reached out and poked his sleeping body, leaning back in his chair at the stations a red light was flashing with a loud bleeping noise ringing out through the control center, how any one could sleep through that is impressive.
After being poked and prodded by his robotic companion whom he named bob he woke up quickly and slapped the robots arm away.

"Damn it bob! wha." he stopped as he realised the noise and immediately rolled his chair over to the monitor showing an object moving towards his station.
Frozen in his chair for a second he had no idea what to do, never in his life did he expect to ever make contact.
The small robot that moved about the station on rails that were bolted onto the ceiling came over to the monitor, it was a simple design, it looked like a box with two simple robotic arms, and on the box was a screen that showed a basic face.
"The unidentified object is sending a signal, Seno."
The slightly overweight man with a food stained shirt, long hair and a thick beard snapped out of his state and grabbed a headset by the communication monitor and tweaked a few dials, pressed a few buttons and the message came across, slightly filled with static at first but after a few adjustments the message was as clear as day.
“This is the Hansaa vessel Kanna Oranja, bearing a delegation from the New Hansa Trade League. We come bearing gifts, and an offer of trade and prosperity! Give us clearance, and we shall make Humanity the richest it’s ever been!”

He was both relieved and disappointed at the same time when he heard the English language, though the accent was unfamiliar, he just chalked it down to being a lost ship, probably from the calixia sector, there a weird lot over there.
"This is corporal Seno of recon outpost Zeta 24B, What sector are you from, Identify!"
But after he had replied it only hit him what they said "we shall make Humanity the richest it’s ever been!”

His face changed immediately as he was hit by the same immense amount of anxiety that he experienced before as he waited for the mysterious ship to reply.
The robot had a puzzled face on the screen of it's "head"
"Would you like me to send emergency distress beacon code Vermilion Seno?"
The monotone voice that almost sounded like it had a personality broke the silence in the small room.
"Just...just get me a coffee would you bob"

[Khanemis]

Vulan Space Center

Jankleites from the clan of Deos stood in the control room of Vulan Space Center and observed displays on the wall. Alongside of many rows of numbers and graphs was video from the launching pad. Great rectangular ship shone in the morning rays of red sun while the people around her oscillated in their work like a giant bee hive on the first summer day.
"Everything is alright, we are ready to go," announced operator from the control room after few minutes while bustle on the launching pad began to silence as everyone rushed to go to safety. After next couple of minutes was launching pad deserted and the operator started the countdown.
"3...2...1...safe journey."
The whole building began to shake as powerful engine of the ship lighted up and filled the air with clouds of dust and omnipresent roar. Thankfully this lasted only a few seconds after which the ship rose up to the skies and within a blink of an eye she was gone. Only those displays in control center still showed logs from her systems indicating that everything went without a problem.
Jankleites smiled on everyone in the room and started her short prepared speech:
"Good job everyone. Another colony ship is smoothly on her way to settle and discover new worlds. And it is only thanks to your professional work allowing our nation to spread through the universe."
Just as she ended employees of VSC started the applause. After all this woman, tall even by the Hefaens standards, was one of the most important members of government council and they were glad that she took interest in their work.
'Just look at how they are happy that the start went smoothly,' she thought 'how I would rather stay with these people than to attend to debate with those military heads in the evening...this will be a long night.'

[Sierra109]

Vertorus Capital City of the VGS, Victorvian



the Didact

He looked down upon the streets of Vertorus, and stood amazed by how they had progressed in the three hundred years since he was created. It had been ten years since he last had seen Vertorus, the planet of his birth and where the forges of the past had created the VGS. The sky was in the same dazzling dark blue with hundreds of ships easily visible in Orbit and the ever moving transports moving supplies troops, and repair crews to the fleet overhead. He turned his head on a tilt to the right and looked at the head of his Royal Guard Detachment, a man named Freyul that had been part of the thirty man Guard for over twenty years. “Freyul, prepare the War Sphinx for departure. We shall make way to Uiosle momentarily.” The tough voice of an outdated AI voice simulator chip sprang from the external Communications device.

The Ventren language was one he had been conditioned to using and had in fact been one of the only languages he has ever used, only once has he spoken out of the Ventren language to tell the failing leader of a small nation found in the Firturus Sector that they had been deemed unworthy by Peranthinixus and that the Galaxy would be cleansed for the better of all. That day was nearly two hundred years ago now, and he had not since broken this rule set forth by the ones who had created the collection of memories known as the Didact. Freyul nodded and turned to one of the Twenty currently accompanying him and ordered him to return to the shuttle in which he had arrived in, the Guard put his hand across his chest and made his way to the landing pad. Uiosle was a Military base located in the Military district of the planet, which took up two quarters of the planets side on the western region of the planet. Uiosle was home to over half of the VGID Troopers on Victorvian and housed the largest Military factories and labs in all of Ventren Space, and was the largest base on Victorvian.

Normally Uiosle would house the Sierra Operators and Ghost Units, but after a security breach one-hundred years ago those Special Forces Units and Operators have been moved to a remote facility in a desolate marsh inside the abandoned regions of Victorvian, where the original ten tribes of the Ventren people rested during a ceremonial meeting to honor the Gods. It was a shame to see the religious place go to waste thus the Didact assigned the location to be where the weapons of the Gods would rest their heads before being reassigned. Since the Didact needed to inspect the three Military bases of Victorvian every time he was on the planet, he decided to inspect Uiosle first and begin preparations to return to his Fleet and begin to push back out into the unexplored regions of the Galaxy.

Uiosle Military Base, Military District, Western Side of Victorvian



Sargent Rogus Mixlimius

The base was moving fast, and with news of the Didacts impending arrival, all of the six-hundred million VGID troopers quickly began to assemble in the large courtyard. All of these troopers would regularly be wearing Helmets, but because the Didact appreciates looking at the faces of the people he leads, they have their helmets by their sides. It wasn’t unusual to see a couple companies get picked to replace the soldiers returning from the fleet, it was almost traditional to have the several thousand VGID troops from the fleets to return to the planet and get replaced by a new batch to accompany the fleet for however long they are in the unexplored regions, this was in fact the first time a fleet had ever been out of VGS controlled space for ten years. He looked around at his Squad, four other men with about as much training as him, all of them ready to set foot onto a battlefield. Out of the corner of his eye he could barely make out a fast moving object, it matched the profile of the War Sphinx the Didact usually arrives in and can be easily verified when the other five are in sight. It looked almost like a Dart, but only the most lethal and important dart you would ever see. He personally had never seen the Didact before, only in Holographic-Vids of public announcements made before the departure of the Didacts fleet from Orbit. He was just twenty-two, and had never been to Vertorus when he made an announcement was made. The last time an announcement was made was ten years ago before he left once more, now he had a chance to get pulled into the very fleet the Didact traveled in. There was a large dais prepared in the middle of where the VGID Troopers assembled, and in only moments there would be a clash of Heavy OGI Alloy when the traditional Ventren salute would clash into reality. The thunder of the War Sphinx’s Engines slashed to a halt when it touched the dais, the frontal hatch opened and five of the Didacts Royal Guard stormed onto the dais, finally followed by the Didact himself. Instantly all VGID troopers smashed their arms with curled fists into their chest armor, so was the salute of the Ventren people. It was a second later when the Didact returned the salute, and they returned to the sides where they originated. The dais began to illuminate a dark blue, and the voice of the Didact was suddenly propelled around the courtyard.

“Valliant VGID Troopers of the VGS, today is the day that your brothers return home, to be replaced by you VGID Troopers like you. In an hours’ time, the Trenturus Trial will begin and you will be tested to show who is the strongest to replace the brothers that now return.”

The moans of the Troopers were drowned out as hundreds of Polvirus Carriers entered Orbit and even more emerged from the massive underground tunnel system, it was almost deafening to hear the groaning engines of the large elevator system bringing the Polvirus Carriers from underground to ground level, it was clearly going to be a long day. Rogus looked to the Sargent beside him, who had been older than him and clearly knew what was next. The Trenturus Trial was to simulate an actual Military engagement with AI controlled Robotic Soldiers on the Forest Planet Yulus just beyond Victorvian’s moon. It would take a day to prepare and begin the Simulation and roughly twenty hours to get there, and load the ships. The Simulation was only initiated if the Didact planned on beginning a Military Campaign, which was rare since the security breach one-hundred years ago. All Rogus knew, was that he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep for another week if he planned on being assigned to the Didact’s fleet.


Kolinius Special Forces Base, Karkesh Marsh, Abandoned regions of Victorvian



Ghost Captain Tythonus

The small base staff, mainly Ghost Units and Sierra Operators, was surrounding a large table in the armoury of the base. They usually never gathered like this, but the last time they had seen Victorvian was ten years ago, and ten years did some serious damage to the base. The swamp had slowly began to reclaim the bases walls, and then eventually made its way inside. It was in need of repairs, and that wasn’t the worst part. A large portion of the wall was now sitting inside the swamp, dragged away by the large tentacle creatures that inhabit the swamp. The armory was in the middle of the base, making it untouchable unless the swamp had another ten years and a couple more holes in the defensive wall. He was surprised the base held out like it did, if this was one of those VGID bases it would have been overrun by the swamp, which would be extremely bad. But looking at looking back at how the base looked before, he thought it didn’t look or smell much different. It had been a long and hard ten years for them, all of them, and now they got a week’s rest to compensate for ten years. But no one ever said that Ghosts needed rest, and they certainly don’t after having at least a total nine and some odd months resting in a Polvirus, they only ever touched down on a planet twice both for a about a month each. He looked at the table of arranged equipment; it had been neatly separated and labeled sections of the table. He looked over out at the roughly one-hundred or so Special Forces Operators, he was surprised they actually made the armory big enough to fit them all. He looked down to the table and tapped one of the flashing buttons; it was a communication from the Didact’s War Sphinx.

“Ghost Operators, Sierra Operators, you have been assigned to act as the enemies for the Trenturus Trial. This will allow more flexibility for a cover of Special Forces training Operations.”
“Sir, with all due respect, we would tear those VGID Troops into pieces.” The voice he recognized, Sierra-109.
“I understand that you are all better trained and use advanced equipment, but we require you to push these Troops to the edge of possibility, and we need them that way. This is the way of the Trenturus Trial.”
“Sir, I take it will have to refit with regular training gear and weapons?” He didn’t recognize who it was, but he thought it was another Ghost.
“Yes, you will be refit with the training gear the VGID Troopers will be wearing. Deious transports will arrive to pick you up shortly, I will brief you personally once you reach the Polvirus.”

With that, the Hologram of the Didact disappeared into the table and instantly motion erupted in the room. The last minutes of rest were enough, now it was time to build VGID Troopers into weapons of war.

[Airiose]

Sector [2,2]

A maelstrom of space-time rippled into existence, thirty pillar-shaped vessels emerged from the void, decelerating to a sub-luminal speed in seconds. The ships were roughly a kilometer long, and a hundred meters wide. The sides of their hulls were covered with conduits coursing with energy. The ships slowly moved into position, forming a sphere in space.

They then began to power up, and with a burst of energy each pillar fired a radiant white beam towards the center of the circle. The beams collided, and there was a flash of light nearly as bright as a supernova, and space-time was torn. Suddenly, the thousands of kilometers in between the pillars was filled with a massive vessel.

The metal sphere was two thousand kilometers in diameter, it's surface covered with mysterious objects. The pillars which had formed the connection were slowly pulled into slots in the surface of the sphere. As this was happening, the surface of the sphere churned with activity. Metal arms and scaffolding pulled away from the vessels attached to the sphere's surface, and like a horde of locusts, they detached from their hive and began to fly towards the outer most world of the stellar system.

The system was a binary White-dwarf system, with seventeen orbiting planets. Due to the nature of the system, none were habitable, and only three were non-terrestrial. This system was one of the few remaining in this sector, and due to the enormity of the Haydraen Resource Fleet, this sector would be barren within weeks. The only cosmic objects left were White dwarf stars surrounded by Dyson spheres, and the remaining stars that were to large to be harvested and not valuable enough to destroy.

The ships had left their hive, and had surrounded half the terrestrial worlds. The planet had been scanned before, and the ships were positioned in the perfect places; where their weapons would do the most damage against the planets.

The ships, which were basically moving relativistic railguns, began to power their main weapons. Once powered, they began to fire, bolts of blue light streaming down towards the planet, the visible wake that was caused by the antimatter shell that they had fired. The shells would impact the planets, burrowing several miles into the surface with sheer force alone.

Each of these ships would fire only once, but at least a hundred ships surrounded each planet. After they had fired, their hydrogen-plasma engines reactivated, and they piloted back towards the hive-sphere. As they departed, a silent roar tore through space as the antimatter shells detonated ten kilograms of antimatter for an output of four hundred and thirty megatons of force per warhead.

The effect, if observed by a living being, would have been both stunningly beautiful and terrifying. The planet's surface seemed to ripple in parts, yet crack in others, even if just for a moment; but once that moment was done, the real show began. The surface of the planet was blown off, chunks of debris miles wide blasted into space. It seemed to be thrown off in waves, the planet slowly tore itself apart.

The cosmic show of destruction would continue for several more hours until every planet had been torn apart; and then, the Haydraen would collect their dues.

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Sector [20,2]
Vulan System

The fabric of space and time rippled and tore, releasing from it a kilometer long pillar, not much unlike the Quantum Gate pillars; but this one had a more important purpose. Once it had exited Hyperspace, several beams on the hull of it expanded from one end to halfway up the pillar. They moved to a ninety degree angle so that the pillar had a mushroom-like top, except the beams had no webbing or structure between them. They began to sense, scan, and broadcast emissions so that the vessel could analyze it's surroundings.

While most of the instrumentation was devoted to analyzing the complex structure of space-time in this system, some of the systems were analyzing the stars and planets themselves. While it would take a few hundred years for the Haydraen to expand this far, it was always important to keep a complete and extensive database of the galaxy.

It had assumed that the planet that was the metaphorical center of communications was the Hive of this system, and so it moved towards it at a sub-luminal speed of roughly .01%c, and it would take several hours to traverse the seven lighthours between the pillar and the planet.

Meanwhile, it began to analyze the language from broadcasted emissions. Based on the massive amount of information being broadcasted from the planet, it had little to no problem translating the language. The planet: Vulan. The nation: Hefaen Rule of Duality.

Protocol required the probe to make it's presence known and to send out a first contact package. They would most likely have already detected the massive distortion of space time caused by the vessel's approach, so the ship began to broadcast it's own message, which had been translated into their language.

"Hello, fellow beings, we are the Haydraen. We come from the center of your galaxy, and bring in our wake the movements of Peace and Good Will. We hope you will take this vessel as a non-combative unit, and that we may share some aspects of our knowledge repositories with you. End transmission."

The probe, after broadcasting this, returned to it's scanning routines while slowly approaching the planet.

[Kagura]

Inside the Saur Tank aboard the Zygra

Three generations.

They had been tumbling through space for such a space of time. Old and coagulated Groak was reminiscing of the days he spent, slinking along the edge of the tank. He always expected to finally be pulled into an atmosphere. Always expected to feel the thrill of senses that were in the stories passed down in an effort to keep the hope alive. There was more to life than this small puddle. It was the thought that kept Groak going.

With a shudder and a gurgle, the entire tank knew what was finally happening. Groak headed to the nearest two Saurs. Unfortunate for them, they were rather young. He needed another, and he took it. The rest turned their tail ends (those that could remember to care which end was the tail) in respect. With a few bubbles floating to the surface and little more splendor, the Groak slowly absorbed the three young Saurs before overloading and splitting into two distinct Mothers. One erupted into thirteen Saurs and the other into fourteen. And everyone else, since they were not the newborns, carried on with their sedentary life.

Four generations.

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The Zygra

The Zygra has been traversing through space on its perilous mission to find a new home. When all of the Saurs from the last generation reproduced, it was considered a new generation. Each generation got steadily longer and longer, and the Saurs keep waiting and waiting. They had been caught by gravity pulls and turned off course. They had been in danger of being destroyed in a supernova, but were lucky enough to escape and be pushed even faster along. They had touched the end of the galaxy before being steered away.

And now they were so close to a new home. Closer than they could know. Give it only a little longer.

[Khanemis]

Meeting room, Council, Vulan

"You must be sitting on your ears for the whole time, Alapetos, I'm saying to you that cutting army budget is like if you want extinguish all flames," general Kios was furious.
"You can't deny that we have already constructed a formidable defense for our nation without being in a real conflict for many years. Since our unification there is a peace. We shall keep what we have now but to develop it further? There is no need for such things," councilor Alapetos had to smile to himself how easily he can throw arguments on that barbarian.
"We are safe for now but that doesn't mean that this situation will prevail. There always can be some separation between our people like in the older times. And we can't underestimate the danger from other possible sentient beings out there."
"Oh please, Kios, don't start with those fairytales about aliens. We never met anyone beside our own people in space. And to expect that there will be other race on the same technical level as us to pose threat for our nation is ridiculous."
"That's the thing. They can be more developed than we are and that is why we have to keep going forward!"
Sitting on the other side of the council table Jankleites was really tired from listening those two arguing. Both of them had some truth but they were too stubborn to mutually admit it. Just as she wanted to intervene to their argue a small light on the side of the table started to blink, announcing incoming message for council. After accepting it desk and faces of all participants get lit by a blue light when the hologram of older man appeared before at the center of table.
"Tarchas from the Space monitoring outpost speaking. Sorry for interrupting," he started "but I have important news. Some time ago we have noticed some unusual reading near Vulan and then our devices detected unknown ship. Just a while ago it started broadcasting a message, in our language."
Then he played them the message and all the councilors who at the start expressed confusion were now plainly shocked.
Only when the Kios spoke silence in council meeting room got interrupted: "Now you will maybe start to believe me."
"Well they said that they are coming in peace," Alapetos objected in desperate try to stay on the top of the things.
"Maybe the are, maybe they aren't. But they won't be the only one around, don't you think?" smile across Kios'es rough face was easily readable.
He didn't get the answer. Instead of it the council put debate about military budget aside and started discussing their answer to that alien object.

Space, Major Forge system

Pillar-shaped spacecraft from Haydraen race soon get a companion as the Hammer class battlecruiser bearing the name "Ancestral Fire" flew toward him. If, and it probably did, the alien ship scanned his newfound companion it would see that while the ship had many weapon systems on board they were at this moment inactive. Soon the ship began to broadcast its own message:
"In the name of our people, welcome at Hafean space, Haydraen. We are believing in your words about peace and goodwill unless you will act in contrary. We are open to communication with you and you are free to land at our planet on coordinates we will send you."

[CzarNicholas]

Hansaa vessel Kanna Oranja, Unalaa class ship, Recon Outpost Zeta 24 B, Human space

This is taking forever, thought the Vivirdian ambassador pointedly as she looked out over the bright colors, elegant filigrees, and painted streamers of the Kanna Oranja. It had only been an hour, but the wait was starting to make the impatient Vivirdian more cross than usual. The sole Human they encountered had sent out a transmission calling for his superiors after Teriela had explained their presence to him, but this outpost must have been especially remote, and Aerestoix had never been much for waiting on Proles (the Vivirdians had no word for foreigner, so they used Prole, second class citizen, instead. Either that, or Wierch: animal). Aerestoix looked boredly across the bridge. The Hansaa was nowhere to be found, no doubt touching up his precious paint job. The Tel, Haran ak Tel, had taken to staring out into dead space after speaking to the Human, and it was starting to bother her how little he moved. But that was nothing compared to Chuht’il, who had been glued to the comm, listening to a civilian broadcast about some barbaric practice called ‘Rugby’. The Skuiire was eagerly listening to the transmission, and nodding at every word like an idiot, as if the Humans could see him.

She pointed at a random nearby member of the Skuiire delegation. “You. Bootlick. Wine. Now.” The Skuiire, their subminister of commerce, squeaked as he ran towards the galley.

“No wine, they’ll be here soon.” Teriela said as he entered, pushing the Skuiire subminister before him. This is all his fault, Aerestoix thought plainly. Not sending ahead, surprising the Humans to, what was the phrase? Heighten the awe and spectacle? Painted blithering idiot. Aerestoix went back to staring out over the ship, the richest in the fleet. At least the ship is adequate.

A single human ship dropped out of FTL near the outpost. Not as grand or as large as the Kanna Oranja, but the warship could cripple the glorified art statement without even getting their weapons hot.

Our escort, Aerestoix thought with s smile. It seems out hosts aim to show us all courtesies! How gracious!

“Only one ship?” said Teriela disappointedly. “Maybe they’re less populous than we thought?”

“No, most likely simply surprised.” It was the longest sentence the Chuht’il had managed in half a cycle. “And this outpost is very remote.”

She walked towards the comm system and glared Chuht’il away from the controls. She picked up the receiver before Teriela could, “Hail! Ship of the Human Colonies! Take me to your leader!”

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crell system
Iro
millitary high HQ

genearl kirer stand befor the high command looking at the each of the high genearls. Then the doors open too revile the frame of the 7'8 form of the emperor in his power armor and walk over to sit on his throne. " now to bussines im sending you and 8 legions, 6 strike legionareis battlions, and a fleet with one of my new dreadnoghts as the flagship. The fleet is join up with them, stay in contac with commade on eny discover. Now go claim glory of the empier," emporer Thaidrien commande. Bowing to emporer kirer responded " for the glory of the empier" he stood up and march out of the room to join up with the fleet and legions.