Research Center 4-Uncolonized planet (formerly C-500, or P-500; Major trade and tourist center)-----unofficially claimed by Castully

The air and harmony from unorganized mobile barracks and tents lay peacefully inside the forests of the planet. A forest had grown over civilization, a city. This was RC-4-2: Research Center 4: 2nd planet. Soldiers and scientists alike spent every hour of sunlight collecting samples, data, anything they could get their hands on.



"What sector, Proffesor Rud" said the squad's captain.

"C-7, Captain Puig"

"Unauthorized, sir"

"C. 7, Captain" said the professor. He gave a stern look towards the Captain before pressing on down the boulevard to C-7.

"Professor, you know fully well why we are not supposed to press down there"

"Why do you care, hm? Rules, you believe in rules for once? Correct me if I'm wrong but are you not mercenaries hired by us? Mercenaries, a job that can end you up in prison for your 'free agency'?" said the Professor.

"Have some sense of ethics, why don't ya'? We're heading into a native infested district, we're already set on regulations to stay out of C sector for the next week until more soldiers arrive".

"That will take too long, I am afraid. If we are to make history we must push ourselves our boundaries, literal or not.."

"Damnit, professor!"

"Besides, I am being paid by the hour. You get paid to serve us Captain Puig. Don't do your job? We can always just hire some Chosen, I know they can do their job, possibly-better than yours, hm?" said the professor. His expression was a tad sinister in a sense. If one were to look at it, they might take him as insane.

"Chosen can stay out of corporation jobs, professor. We can handle it fine" said Puig. And though the Chosen were respected by the common people, they were resented among the soldiers and mercenaries. While the soldiers fought and worked for their positions, the Chosen were chosen from lottery-like genetics. While the soldiers lived off a near uncomfortable salary, the Chosen would live in luxury and fame upon retirement, courtesy of the Prophets.

"C-7, Mr. Puig" said Professor Rud.

"Men! C-7! Eyes are peeled, weapons are locked and loaded. Prepare for the worst, and protect our money-makers." said Puig

"Do not fret, Captain" said Professor Rud "We shall be fine"

Sector C-7 was a handful of miles from the station, and the travel took some time to reach. The vehicles that were handed to the research teams by Guardian Inc were big and slow, usually convenient for only hauling heavy materials or tanking through natives, the former the most common as the natives resort to ambushes and gorilla warfare. When they finally reached the Sector, the came to the sight of a large building sticking out from the tall grass and weeds. It was metallic at first glance, but upon feeling its texture one could feel it more as a glass. It did not shine, but it did have blue-tailed lights racing across the walls from time to time.

"Where's the entrance?" the Professor asked himself.

"Look here, professor!" said one of his colleagues. Sure enough it was an entrance, but it was also seemingly blocked and boarded up. Heavy stones, various metals, even a broken land mine protected the entrance.

"That's a bitch to get into" said one of the soldiers "What you thinking about some E-Cs, Captain?"

"Yeah, I want explosive charges right here, seven feet tall, five feet wide" ordered the Captain. One of the soldiers pulled out an explosive, and stuck it on the wall. It formed an outline of a box, and set of the charge once the team was far enough from the explosion. In the distance, two figures overlooked Team-3's position from a distance, watching them from a window inside one of the buildings of the street. And once the explosion was set off, they fled. Team-3 did not notice the figures, but they were wary that the explosion might have startled the natives.

"Maybe that wasn't a good idea" said Puig

"Nonsense, let us enter" said the professor as he strolled inside.

Inside the building stood numerous rows of shelves. Sparks of blue-tailed lights beam across the floors as the team walked and it fascinated the scientists as to what purpose it served. Was it to detect who's where? Was it used as a form of a big brother system to know who the person was by detecting their DNA? Was it just to look nice? Nevertheless, they continued their stroll of awe until the reached the middle of the open building. There stood a metallic stump from the ground, with a bar handle ringing outside it. The handle also held a panel on opposite ends of the ring, each the exact same as the other.

Professor Rud began to fiddle around with one of the pads as the rest of his team continued to stoke out the building. "By the looks of everything, I take it that this place must be a library!" he exclaimed.

"So does it have anything valuable or it just a bust?" asked Puig.

"Unsure" responded Professor Rud. He began to fiddle with the panel, astonishingly still having a source of power. Rud began to make notes on his electronic pad about the possibility of the walls being solar, or perhaps some other form of the place having a solar panel. He quickly got back to his main priority, however, and continued with messing with the panel.

After some time, he managed to open a file. The metallic stump began to flash, and projected a hologram over itself. The hologram was a 2-D picture of something, and words that were on the picture seemed to be completely different from the writing of their cousins. Nearly a couple seconds later, a fuzzy noise could be heard blasting throughout the facility, and then it cleared the tune to a song. The panel simply read.

Дуучин: Foo Fighters
Цомог: The Color and the Shape
Дуу: Hey, Johny Park!

The Research team instantly noticed the differences in the letters and text, which baffled them until they thought it could possibly be another one of their languages. Many began to sit back and enjoy the music, even though they did not know what it meant at all. But then, something peculiar happened. From the darkness and shadows that was the outside, a screech of a voice would be heard for miles. It brought the attention of every person inside the facility, and then it began to make words.

"An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras! An Doras! Tá siad oscail an doras!" It continued to repeat, and eventually, more began to join in. One voice became seven, seven became fifteen, and eventually, dozens of voices began the screaming chant. The soldiers of the Research Team formed an O formation, huddling around the device and taking any scrap of metal or material they could for defense. The scientists simply stayed near the device, close to the soldiers for protection from whatever the voices were.

"Are those Guardians?" asked one of the soldiers

"Guardians haven't been scene on this planet, though. It should be impossible from our reconnaissance to see them on this planet! It does not make any sense!" said Professor Rud. Captain Puig grabbed his messenger and spoke through.

"We have something coming our way, I need someone highlighting our location and getting here as soon as possible. Possibly Guardians, and we're basically pinned down. There's at least a hundred of them swarming outside. They know we're here." he said, and then placed it back inside his bag, hoping someone will come. "Everyone shut up!" He whispered "Weapons raised, did you set mines yet, Suzu?"

"Mines? Are you mad!? We need the place to be preserved!" whispered Rud.

"It's either the place or our own lives, you decide" replied Puig.

The group remained quite, and awaited the arrival of whoever laid outside. As the screams began to hush, a single tone could be heard: "Aimsigh iad!" the research team could also here the groups of the creatures beginning their walk inside.

The glass ceiling held pitter patters of footsteps walking on them and shadows of above. The soldiers couldn't make out the figures, either. They were quite fast for a Guardian, or whatever they were. The creatures inched closer, and closer, and the breaths of the research team were held for as long as possible to keep any sound from escaping their bodies. But then, the footsteps stopped, and silence was embraced. It stay that way just for a moment, until something began to speak.

"D'oscail tú an doras, Outsiders.." It awaited a response, but then when none came, it continued. "Nach bhfuil tú go maith go leor chun a fháil amach cad a choimeádann. Nach bhfuil tú dúinn. Ní gá duit mbaineann anseo, Outsiders. Ní mór duit a fhágáil, Outsiders. Ní mór duit bás, Outsiders! Ní mór duit go léir bás!" And then, as if on cue, a wall exploded open on the other side of the building, and the creature that spoke before began to growl. "Buntas!" It said.

"Domi!" replied a voice, and whatever other group came approached on the other side of the building. The Domi that lay near the Buntas retreated back to the safety of their allies, and then struck intimidating poses back at the bears.

"I bangaphandle zivule KOMNYANGO! Niyeke yokucasha, nizibonakalise!" said another voice, a Bunta voice.

"Outsiders, ná muinín dóibh! Kill iad sula bhfuil sé ró-déanach!" cried the Domi Cheiftan.

"Outsiders, abeke udoti kuya mutts!" cried the Bunta Cheiftan.

Others began shouting, the Domi yelling racial slurs at the Bunta and the Bunta replying with their own racial slurs towards the Domi. It was chaos, and all the research team could do was hide and wait for the right moment. That moment never came, however. Puig jumped the gun.

"Fire!" he screamed, and the soldiers began to shoot randomly at any creature in sight. And for the first time, they could finally see what a Guardian looked like. Such weird creatures, but strangely also hairy like the Castu. Guardian after Guardian began to attack the barricades as well, but also each other. The Domi slit the throats of Bunta with stone daggers, while the Bunta could be seen ripping off Domi limbs. Not after a great ordeal could the Bunta finally stop the bullet storm when one of them crashed their body onto the table, opening a massive hole in the barricade. Castu soldiers began firing outside of the hole to alleviate the swarms that began to run towards the hole, but it was no use. Buntas on other sides continued to dog pile the table, until finally crashing through. And then, finally, the mines were set off, killing numerous Guardians in the process. The explosion stunned the Bunta that dog-piled the research team, and they were finally shot and killed.

Four soldiers were killed upon the break of the walls, and eight others were injured. Puig himself had a broken rib and left arm. Help finally came shortly after, a truck of soldiers and a medic.They brought every soldier on board, including three Bunta and Domi bodies. One of both were the chieftains, who had both died upon the initial gunfire. As the Truck left, two other teams stayed and continued to mess with the panel. What they found was something very intriguing, a language they had never seen from their cousin's language. Further analysis is to be done.

Lakfakalle
"Personally, no." said Ekuryua "However, reports from Captain Miklan and Commander Natālija have stated that they have been feeling Deja Vu while near your people. Miklan in particular says he feels safe around you in the same way he feels safe near close and old friends. The existence of the Triarian Collective corresponds with our myths of the ancient times in which our people sailed throughout the stars as we have begun to do now. As for trade routes, our nation has no interstellar transport vessels, only the Starfire and Challenger. The first is an exploratory vessel and the second is a warship, neither can be freed up for trade duty. However, we are currently working on other FTL technologies that wouldn't require a special drive. Of particular interest to us are Miklan-Rosa Tubes, and of course the mythical Fath, but nobody has ever seen a Sord. Perhaps we could pool our resources towards one of those goals, it would make interstellar travel cheap enough for average citizen. On the Defensive Pact, consider it written and signed. Our docks are open to you and all military assets we have will be ordered to put your distress calls at top priority. There is no such thing as being too prepared."
As she finished speaking, Fairlan and Emily entered the room, now wearing formal uniforms. Fairlan's antennae were curved to his right, towards Emily, who still seemed quite embarrassed over the whole thing.
"A thousand apologies for our inappropriate clothing earlier, it was a necessity for the descent in our landing craft." Said Fairlan hurriedly.
"Please forgive us." Added Emily.
A quick look from President Jinto Lynn told the two that the Equestrians had no idea what wearing a M.I.S.S. suit meant, their jaws relaxed, but they appeared no less embarrassed.

LIV Challenger
Having not recieved a response, the Challenger decided to make a quick jump to the asteroid belt where the contact was taking place. Seeing what they thought were oddly-shaped asteroids and an obvious alien fleet, the ship opened a channel with the fleet, assuming that they had translated English due to being in contact with the Equestrians.
"This is the Lakfakalle Cooperative Federation Interstellar Vessel Challenger, we have recently colonized the most habitable planet in this system and have chosen to contact your people in order to secure relations with surrounding nations. To make ourselves clear, we are not looking for conflict, but will defend our claim to the planet we have chosen for colonization."

Uncharted location in space
As a small party of around three C-class CG-21s tasked with exploring new worlds picked up a strange signal fairly distant from their current location, but close enough to make contact, they started to pick up a weak signal from a distant location that they had yet been able to trace. A fairly small, and intimidated looking Victorian walked up to the commanding Alexander. It looked at him, and started to speak through telepathic communication Sir, we seem to have detected an alien craft of unknown origin. We believe that it may be related to the ancient ruins that we have discovered not to long ago. Shall we make contact?

The large brutish looking Alexandrian looked at the small Victorian, and gave a hardy cry. "We shall, I suppose the best way to determine if they are on of the Ancients we shall have to contact them in their native tongue." He stood to the side, and gave a deep thought about what to say, and what should they do. "Contact them, and tell them this, We are the mighty Alexandrian Empire, we are the masters of Victorians, and decedents of Alexander, May we ask who are you?" He gave the Victorian an imposing look, and it rushed immediately over to the console. It then began to type to the best of its ability. "We mighty Alexandrian Empire, Master of Victorians, decedents of Alexander, May ask who are you?" The Victorian then sent out the message hoping that the legibility was good enough for the race to understand. Once that was finished the commander than yelled at two other Victorians, in order for them to trace the location of the signal.

"Supremes"
"We always have been peaceful, spreading harmony, freedom, and peace has always been and always will be our goal. As for your request to speak to the Princesses they are not available, and I do not even have the authority to schedule such a meeting anyways."

Lakfalle Meeting
"It is fine my dear Emily" said Celestia softly to Emily. Celestia pulled out a small disc and handed it to the person right in front of her.

"We noticed how less advanced your technology is, consider this a gift. On it you will find many useful things, including radiation shields, effective gravity generators, and a few ways of easily manufacturing thin ship plating. Put it to good use." said Celestia.

Equestrian Contact
A reply came back immediately:
"The Princesses and the High Archmage are in a meeting with the Humans and their Alliance, we know. We have gained technology when your races, well, excluding the Equestrians, lost many ages of technological development. You Equestrians were completely wiped out, by your own mage plague or somesuch. As for peaceful? Your kind were feared in other areas, places that the Equestrians had not reached, but places that the Equestrians were known. They saw your ancestors' Equiis Pact, keeping all the power for the Equestrians, and giving little to all the smaller little nations you forced under your wing. Harmony? With a gun, perhaps, or veiled threats. Freedom? I've seen many much freer and happy when the Equestrians disappeared. And peace? There were still wars. Your ancestors were nowhere close to being such great peacekeepers, such saviors. We bid you good luck in being better than them, for you area already traveling down the same path. Let us know if you wish to know of your ancestors; we will be waiting. In the meantime, could you set us up with a communications link to the humans and their counterparts? It's time to make ourselves known to them, as well."

Alexander Descendents Contact
And we are the Universal Supreme Collective, holder of thousands of galaxies, travelers of dimensions, and creatures who have lived more than a millennia. Would you like to arrange an incarnate, or face-to-face, meeting?

Universal Supreme Collective Contact
The commander sat idly by waiting for a response to their message. Soon the Victorian that had originally informed him of contact had returned. Sir we have just received a message back, this race calls themselves the Universal Supreme Collective, and from what I can understand they are thousands of times more powerful than our Empire. The commanders face went grim with a slight distaste in the situation. Sir they wish for a face to face meeting with us, shall I arrange it? The other two Victorians have already successfully tracked down their location, and if we go at max speed we should be their within thirty or so minutes. "If they wish to meet us so be it, but inform the nearest colony to keep their guards up, and that we may have a dire situation if things with this Universal Supreme Collective get ugly" he then starts to mumble about how no one is stronger than those who are descended from Alexander himself. The Victorian immediately rushed over to the comms, and sent out another message: "We have located destination of craft you're located on, we come immediately, and shall speak" he then looked at a fellow Victorian, and gave a slight sigh.

Head Royal Council
"Sir" a fairly large Alexandrian dressed in Scarlet red robes ran into the meeting between the Royal family, and their advisers. He quickly bowed, and payed his respects to them before continuing. "Forgive me, but we have just received word from our colony Tula that around ten minutes ago they had made contact with an unknown alien species, that can speak the language of the ancients. The most important thing of note though, is that they claim to be thousands of times more powerful than us, and we have a scouting ship heading towards them for a meeting between the two.

"I didn't authorize this" the Emperor Alexander the Headstrong shouted at the Royal guard. "But even though my name gives me every right to deny this, and to demand the execution of every living thing on those scouting ships, I am curious what exactly these aliens have to offer." He then turned towards the rest of the royal family, and let out a great yell, "today we make either the greatest ally The Alexandrian Empire has ever seen, or the greatest enemy, either way I shall go down in history as an Alexandrian who poked gods temple with a simple stick, and told him that I'm worthy of his greatness." He then let out a simple smile, and told the man to leave the conference room immediately, so that they could discuss other matters of importance.

((Equestrians
>Being Peaceful
>Gifting Technology to a less advanced race for no other reason then kindness
>Somehow already venturing down a dark path that they won't again
))
"Supremes"
"If what you say is true and our ancestors were like this then we will not make the same mistakes they did, nor venture down the same path they did. If you know of your mistakes then we kindly request you guidance, if your as old as you say then we kindly request your wisdom. Knowledge, Logic, and Wisdom are three things we value."

Lakfakalle
Ekuryua stared at the disk, then at Celestia. Fairlan's antennae suddenly whipped around to point at it, and the mouths of all the other diplomats dropped (aside from Moko's, being a Dolphin, her expression of surprise was somewhat incomprehensible to 'land swimmers').
"No more grav rings, no more cancer, no more ten foot ship hulls... I... I know its almost certainly worthless to you, but take this."
She handed an adaptive datastick to Celestia, a deceptively primitive device.
"This will automatically redesign to accommodate your computer systems. It contains the message 'Thank you' in all the languages of Lakfakalle, information regarding recreational activities, and all our research into the warp drive and negative mass antigravity. Though I doubt either of those will be of any use to you, think of it as a cultural exchange of the highest level. As was once said by Founder Velias, 'Nothing says more about a society than the games they play and the devices they have created'."

Reposting, cause noone saw it.

Korimenoa-kir Seriopems Reopsadi

At that exact moment, the President rushed through the open door, without showing any deorientation from his materialisation. Wait a sec, materialisation? That means that, even though President Ioannorent (history seems to be heavily repeating itself) possessed a state-of-the-art personal jet that would enable him to arrive to Korimenoa in under 10 minutes at full Mach-4 thrust, he decided to use the experimental Organic Quantum Leaper without protective wear or waiting for the Leaper's reactors to activate -not only risking his physical condition, but also setting a third of the Capitol on a blackout. It also means that he was in extreme trouble.
And he was right. Breaking every single protocol -or any kind of President-like behaviour at all- on his part, and without giving Serohimean any time to follow his part of the protocol on a meeting with the head of the planet, he grasped the poor Korvichon from the neck and stuck him on the wall, destroying several monitors with his movement (the President was always on perfect shape, and with more strength than most Korvichai in life. This, on Korvichon anatomy, explained his deep wisdom, and his -normally- well manners. However, at such a level, it also explains his extreme outbursts in times of intense mental shocks, for which Ioannorent was known for.)
"You got a message from aliens" he whispered to him, with a slow and acidfull voice that could literally kill a race with lesser intellect capacity or more cowardice by itself, but only managed to frighten the scentist to the bone. "After so many milleniums of waiting, after our race died and resurrected, after all those time where we tried our best to repair the damages from the wars we seemed to hae been involved at, we finally learn that the myths were correct, that not only there are aliens out there, but they are advanced enough to fly through the void of space with huge military fleets. Did I get informed? No, you took the situation on your hands. You communicated with those destruction avatars, you tried to establish relationships with them. You told them so many things about us, liek they were not already dangerous enough! Didn't you think I should get informed first, bastard? DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT THE PRESIDENT SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT SUCH A THING? DID YOU, DAMN YOUR SHIT?!?!?!?!?!"
Terrified as a Korvichon could get, and strangled with force that ensured him that the President would not hesistate to kill him on the spot unless he clarified his position, Serohimean barely found the strength to say: "Let me explain, Mr. President. Things are not how they seem."
Ioannorent let the poor scientist just as suddenly as he had grasped him, letting him fall abruptly on the broken monitors. He didn't seem to care about anything he had to say, but he knew he was already on his mercy. "Very well" he said it, smiling the way Death himself would, "if you think there is anything that will save you from public execution, I would like to hear it."
Serohimean regained his consiousness as fast as he could, then started talking with an exhausted voice, that however didn't show even a glimpse of fear anymore. "Things are much more complicated than they have told you they are, President. It seems the myths are not only real, but more specific than we could ever predict they are.
Now Ioannorent showed some tiny interest. "What do you mean by that?"
"The aliens have communicated with us in Latin, sir. From my thorough education on alien mythology, I have positively identified they are descendants of the ancient Earth Alliance, which is said to have helped us triumph in the first place. They also seem to understand both our language and ancient Greek, and also identify us as a piece of their own myths. They also seemed eager to re-establish an infrastructure of alliance with us, and gave us their planet's coordinates, while we didn't. They also promised us complete immunity and defense from external threats as soon as we enter the atmoshpere. We would obtain our former legacy if we allied with them once again, President. A relationship that lasted for so many millenia is not something we should ignore."
Now the President had replaced his rage with intrique and real shock on his eyes. "Can I see the communication record?"
"Of course, Mr. President" said Serohimena confidently, opening the comms history on the remaining monitor network.
"Hmmm, it's actually a very good course of action. You even seemed to offer them some false information! I think I should apologise to you officially, Serohimean. You've established a better future for you, son. However, I want to have complete personal control of comms with them aliens for now, if you agree with that."
Serohimean could not explain how easily the President's attitude was changed, but he did not want to really pick on the subject, either. "That's obvious, sir. You have full control of comms. I can assist you on any technical difficulties, though, if you would like me to."
"Oh, and something else, sir" he whispered to him afterwards. "If those aliens possess the hardware I think they do, I think they have already connected on the network. They most likely overheard our... conversation, so try to be honest to them."
The President was shocked to hear that, but he knew he was right. After reactivating comms and setting it to broadcast the conversation to the whole world, he finally talked, with a voice with enough calmness, self-management and officiality to remind everyone why he was one of the most successful presidents in the history of the Children of the Phoenix.
"I, Ioannorent Piloremis, President of the Children of the Phoenix, welcome the people of Lakfakalle, descendants of the Earth Empire, the ancient superpower that, even on our days, continues nfluencing and inspiring our people, who even today aknowledge the extreme benefits our society has acquired from you back then. It was an alliance we were not only honored to participate to, but also one we're still honored to talk about. Apart from that, though, it is also an alliance we will be honored to reparticipate to now, after millenia of us trying to regain what we lost when the galactic wars almost crashed the universe, but barely hurt our relationships, and the respect we hold for your nation.
Right now, a diplomatic fleet is prepared for materialisation near the coordinates given by your personnel, which will contain me and my elite diplomats. We will be more than willing to stablish once more our relationships, that we hope that have remained unchanged despite almost everything else having changed completely. President Ioannorent, over and out."
Then, he turned over to Serohimean. "FInd the coward who is crying like a baby behind the door and tell him I thank him for informing me on the situation, and order the Quantum Represion Facility to calibrate the system to the coordinates of Lakfakalle under my command. Tell them Operation Treehouse and they will understand."
He smiled, this time with no cruelty in that smile. "After you're finished, go home and pack your stuff."
Serohimean feared the worst. "Am I exorcised, sir?" he said, with real terror on his face.
"Of course not, Serohimean. You're coming with me."

((Duck, it's the roleplay. The Supremes are how they are through reasons I don't care to explain. Deal with it, and don't nag in OOC. It'll make the Supremes dislike you longer.))

Alexander's Descendents Contact
Nothing more was sent back as the Alexander-Descendents' ship went en-route, and the Supremes waited patiently. Once the small ship was in range of the massive Supreme Command-And-Control 'Centre-Ship', several tractor beam cannons emerged from the ever-spinning hull of the ship, locking onto the smaller ship and effortlessly dragging it into the spin, and towards an open hangar. While the tractor beams could of immediately pulled the ship into the hangar, the g-forces caused by an action would possibly have killed all life on board, and so the ship was brought in comfortably fast.

Once inside, holographic, translucent fencing appeared around the ship, leading a twisting pathway through m any other, more advanced Corvettes, Shuttles, and Bombers that all sat in the hangar bay. Little drones with 3 metal rods infinitely orbiting around them darted about, watching them to make sure they didn't step out of the line. As soon as one of the ship's passengers stepped onto the hangar floor, the holographic fencing changed a little, to have a "Warning: Do Not Exit The Designated Area. Existence Not Assured Outside The Designated Area." infinitely placed along the fence. The ground lit up, and the metal turned white in the center of the holographic fencing, blocking out the much darker grey color that dominated everything in the room.

Equestrian Contact
"We will consider. In the mean time, we will leave you with this. If you gift magic to another race, or several races, never take it back. You gave a gift; it is theirs, not yours. And when you look for alliances, do not restrict other people's control, no matter how small. Always listen, and let the little ones grow and flourish."

Universal Supreme Collective Contact
Ten Victorians, and the commanding Alexander walked out of the space shuttle, as the other two scouting ships remained outside, in order to keep the ground force in contact with the rest of the Empire. The Alexander had many scares in the shape of ten different symbols, each one representing that he was the master of the ten Victorians accommodating him. He then let out a low snarl trying to keep his guard up. Existence not guaranteed? What could possibly happen if I stepped out? He then turned towards the three probes and shouted "I am the commander of this ship, Decorated officer of Alexandrian Empire, and Decedent of Alexander. Let yourself be known so that we may discuss things with each other as you would say, face to face." He then turned his head towards the Victorians giving them a light signal to prepare their weapons in case of a surprise attack.

Children of the Phoenix
"While I am but a specialist, I know I speak for all the Children of Lakfakalle when I say that we welcome this alliance! The myths tell of the days when we stood tall with our allies, and we shall stand tall with them again! Diversity is power!"

Colonial Report, Colony 01, Unnamed Planet
[Transmission Origin=Office, Governor Asta Gunvor[/b]
[Transmission Target=L.C.F. Colonial HQ, Lakfakalle]
[Begin Audio Playback]
"This planet appears to be perfectly suitable for long-term habitation by the Children of Lakfakalle. The prefab shelters have been deployed, and we are already moving into new, more permanent ones. In contrast to the Abh continent of Lakfakalle, the large flora here have no wood, and instead resemble bamboo, just much larger. Just across the lake we settled next to, there are truly massive 'bamboo trees', large enough to be a whole house. Many of us are simply cutting into these and adding in flooring, creating mostly natural apartment buildings. The colonists have independently begun connecting these settlements using bridges. It's a shame I can't send you a picture though, our comms equipment isn't good enough."

Equestrian Contact

Transmission to the Equestrians:
"Our ships are prepared to travel. Just lead the way and we'll follow close behind you."

Well that's a rather rude way to start negotiations
Booming throughout the hangar was a voice, speaking simply, but with authority and power:
"You are currently a guest on my ship, Alexander-Descendent. Don't even bother with weapons, they won't harm the floor or even the weakest part of our small-ship fleet, which you see is around you. Our drones will incinerate you if you step out of the designated area; they are very advanced, I assure you. That is their programming, and it is a very difficult, hacker-proof program to be very difficult even with the proper passcodes and interface. You wouldn't be able to hit them, and even if you did, you would do no harm. And if we wished you dead, you would not have made it halfway here."

And a Robed Supreme, indicating that it was a true Supreme, a Draconian Supreme, which was a 10-foot-tall light-blue scaly lizard-man who was wearing golden armor, and behind the two, a very large, 12-foot-tall half-ton spider, wearing golden armor, that has 10 thick legs, and 4 mandibles that were, again, covered in individual golden armor pieces.

And each of them, being 8 foot tall or higher, looked down on the smaller people.

The Robed Figure said calmly, with quiet confidence, "Would you like me to remove my robe? It is not my only garmant, just customary for our race, especially after a certain event that affected us greatly. If it is rude to keep oneself hidden, then I will remove it, though you may not like what you see. We are not the same as we used to be. One event changed us physically, and so the robe is simply to hide those changes."

Supreme Ship
The Alexandrian laughed slightly, and looked at the robed man with an ambitious glare. "While it isn't rude nor customary for one to not remove their robe within our culture, I do find it necessary so that I can't see who I'm truly speaking too." He then looked at the small Victorians standing with their hands near the holsters of their weapons, and spoke to them telepathically. Put your weapons down who ever these men are, I would rather not go through the painful process of getting ten more Victorians. The Victorians followed his commands, and stood silently, and started bowing towards the Surpremes as if they where gods. "Ignore the Victorian slaves, they are simple minded,creatures and believe that you are related to the first Alexander to unite our planet, also known as the Master of the Masters to the Victorians."

Planet Tula, Large Research Planet tasked with the discovery of Alien threats
"Sir, we have recently sent out the information broadcast by the scouting ship to the Head Royal Council" an Alexandrian shouted to a fairly small Alexandrian in comparison. The Alexandrian only stood at 5'10", but had many decorated symbols etched onto him showing that he has owner, or still owns around two hundred Victorians. His lab coat was a sleek bright purple signifying that he was the head of research in the entire Alexandrian Empire.

"Good now task the research team with figuring out if their are any other Alien life forms nearby, send it on all frequencies in the language of English, in our best attempt at making contact, we are most likely not the only ones who have detected this." He pointed the man out the door, and continued looking at the small holographic screen showing different numbers, and symbols that came back after they first received the signal from the Supremes. "What are they, and how would we be able to stop them."

Alexandrian Contact
The Supreme's head bowed in recognition of his decision, and gloved hands appeared from the robe's two arm-sleeves, reaching up with long, muscled fingers. Slowly, they slipped the hood back, revealing the face of a truly unusual sight. As the Supreme slipped out of his robe, and handed it to his Draconian guard [Who handed it to the Spider, who ate it silently], it became apparent of why he might want to hide his body.

Covered in a light, flowing, glittering material, which the Supreme would have named as "Spun Titanium," with no sleeves, and a pair of pants of the same material. HIs skin was nonexistant; the Supreme's body was all muscle, and little fat or flesh. The skin literally was not there; the muscle, while normally red, had become like tanned leather, and as the Supreme moved to take off a mask from his face, it became known why they kept a mask as well. Deep, sinister red eyes seemed to infinitely glare outwards, and a nose similar to a snout and a beak at the same time, with a flat end, and the muscle-skin hardened around the mouth into canines the size of a very large animal, larger than a bear's. The fangs on the upper half of his mouth hung over the lower half of his jaw, and when he spoke, it was perfect speech, not at all disrupted by his mouth shape or tongue.

The Supreme clasped his gloveless, clawed hands in front of him, and raised one, slightly rugged ridge above his eyes that took the place of eyebrows, he asked, in a voice that is now raspy and, again, almost sinister, "Satisfied, Descendent of Alexander?"

Inside, of course, the Supreme was going to start howling with laughter if the Alexandrian was startled from the sudden change.

The Alexandrian stared at the creature with slight distaste, and the Victorians surrounding him started to huddle around the Alexandrians legs begging for him to stop the ungodly sight telepathically. "Shut up" The Alexandrian shouted at the top of his lungs at the Victorians. He then realized that he probably looked completely rude in front of the Aliens. "I'm sorry, the Victorians can only speak telepathically with other Victorians and Alexanders, and let's just leave it at that." He then straightened his suit around the legs as he fought off the incoming Victorians. "Now as for satisfaction I would have to say yes, but you look nothing like the creatures in the ruins we have found. They where pale creatures, who had hair on their head, and they certainly didn't have teeth as sharp as yours. May I ask what are you, and what happened to you?" The Alexandrians face was clearly trying to look at the hideous sight that laid before him.

Alexandrian Contact
The Supreme smiled which was a grusome sight, though the Surpeme didn't seem to care. The Draconian, who was plenty used to the sight, grinned at the Alexandrian's discomfort, and the very obvious discomfort and fear from the Victorians.
The Draconian spoke, instead of the Supreme, saying in a deep, strangely sonorous voice.

"The Supremes were present when those creatures, who we believe are to be the Humans from your descriptions, were in danger of extinction from a threat from another galactic cluster or universe. We never investigated the source; we only interfered with their operations every now and then. The humans, and their many alliances, for they were very large and very powerful, even more so by the amount of pacts and treaties they had with different races and empires, couldn't do anything to stop the tide of war that was threatening them with destruction. Another race, allied distantly with the humans, called the Triarians, managed to build a device to destroy them. In the process, it tore apart the dimension or universe that they had come from, and caused occasional tears in our own universe. The destruction that followed sent all the races, including the humans, back to a single world, all other planets and colonies dying out, and leaving them to look for space again. We had fled, and managed to escape destruction in our many territories, but our real forms, whom you see beside me, used to be carbon-based, and yet through the destruction, they had become based on something much more dangerous. Our true, natural forms, again, as you see next to me, are made up of an element of unidentifiable, infinite particle that has proven to be radioactive. While not too terribly so, if you were to hug him for a couple months, you would develop minor radiation poisoning, which we can easily cure."

The supreme nodded, and continued.
"For whatever reason, our anatomy and our DNA shifted, being based on a very similar system, with some very different bases. And our bodies changed to our DNA: In nine Human years, our bodies had completely turned skinless and sinister. But our physique had changed as well. Before, we were not fit for combat, except with our telepathic and electromagnetic abilities. Now, I could knock every single one of you out without even a bruise before the last one knew what happened. But very few of my kind embraced such changes, and instead turned to other forms, as my Draconian bodyguard here so stands for. And we are not only Supremes; the creature behind me is an extremely intelligent, and occasionally destructive, figment of my imagination. Yes, you heard me. I'm not entirely sure, but in a bout of emotional instability, I created this creature out of my anger at not being able to figure something out. And so, this creature also dislikes not figuring something out. If she asks you something, please answer. I do not wish for my hull to be torn open again."

The Spider just stared at them with more than a dozen eyes, each one trying to force the Victorians and Alexandrian to look every single one of them in the eye at the same time. It was just as much for the Spider's fun, as it was for the Spider wanting to give him a headache for screaming in her creator's presence.

Dwarves
4 cruisers pulled out of the fleet and flashed lights at the Dwarven fleet, signaling for them to follow.

"Supremes"
"I have just received word that the Princesses are now available for a meeting, it will be hosted on Equiis. They are restricting you to two ships and 2 Diplomats with 3 guards per a diplomat. While this seems a bit unusual for a peaceful nation Equiis is valuable and is at the very center of the Empire, plus that and the Princesses are the leaders of the Empire, if be devastating if they were to be lost due to a attack."

Lakfalle
Celestia quietly said thank you to the diplomats for giving them the drive. They say they had to depart, but wished the Lakfalle Nation to prosper and have good luck.

Supreme Contact
The Alexandrian faced the spider with a prideful smile, and started to laugh. "Is that so, then I shall be curious enough to do so. I still have many questions to ask, starting with are you the last of your people, and if not than what are your intentions?" The Alexandrian was slightly distraught about the situation at hand, but tried to not let it get the best of him. The Victorians looked at the Alexander with slight discomfert, one even going out of its way to convince him that this was a bad idea. "I'm well aware of the situation at hand, I do not need a simple minded being like you to explain to me what is going on." He then turned back towards the Supreme, and awaited an answer.