Given with a few moments of thought, the Commander was figuring the motives of The Kradam's conflicts on unknowingly, Otomigus Empire in the sector of the Formicidae occupation.
This is going to be a little complicated for us to decide an intervention without a strong Casus Belli, Kradams. Hence I'll explain a little mind of thoughts before we're intervening of said war. First off, whom are the biological species of the Otomigus Empire? Secondly, how largely, technological and strength is the Otomigus forces? Third, what lies at the Formicidae sector that you're highly fond of it? And lastly, once the Otomigus Empire are cleared from the Formicidae occupation and sworn under your control, the MASGC would wanting to extend the demand for having a single, livable planet for ourselves to live on. If you chose to agree this demand, then I will take a second considering for the participation against the Otomigus Empire.
After notifying the biological scanning of similarities made by the Kradams as not too far from MASGC Space HQ. The Commander was given a short explanation about the remnants escaped from the Hany's Ribbon destruction.
Hmm.. That must've been a sentient ship named Ernest with a small number of my population on board, escaped from the anomaly impact by the name, Hany's Ribbon. I better not to explain too much, and knowing to my information, I'm certainly that Ernest whom helped a small numbers of my people out from planet Iceolia destruction is very clueless on how it handle foreign interventions and probably mistaken from your aggressively nature as being hostile. If that happened already, then I'm forgiving the unnecessary intrusion of your spacecrafts, and pitifully, I do not have any control over a sentient dumb ship at that point.
In the meantime, my ship are still under maintenance and hadn't ready for dispersing observers just yet. If you're encountering Ernest again at some point, then rely its transmission and explain that the MASGC was on your side.
The MASGC Iceolians are glad for the space fight was over, but the substances for food and drinks are almost started to dry up in Ernest's Cargo and so forth losing their mentality to stand in order.
Irrupted by an event of drifted into an undefinable gravitational pool and a sudden transmission by an unknown race, the Operators had undergo a full inspection protocol of MASGC Space Headquarters just to be sure of keeping in minor integrity damage and ensuring everything is going to be alright in the future. Because of many people are currently does around in MASGC Space Headquarters for hoping not to break and worsen the station itself, the Commander is the only one available for going toe-to-toe diplomacy with the alien himself at the moment. Hard translation and some readings, the Commander has responded:
We're the Remnants of the Militarist Armed Superstates of Galactic Confederation, Commander speaking to Kradam Supreme. Current situation, lost the habitability of Planet Iceolia and all surrounding planets of the solar system, destructed by the collision from an anomaly, Hany's Ribbon. Secondly, the station caught in a high gravitational pull from an unknown formation of blue lights, probably be a wormhole, or highly unquestionable reasons for its existent, and so-forth accidentally ended in your sector by unforgivable consequences. Last note, the MASGC are looking to find a suitable settlement for industrial expansion to maintain this barely functional station. Charted information for finding new, habitable planet is gladly for needs and we'll try and given a negotiable deal from it.
Unbeknownst to the Operator for notifying a slight cutoff in transmission between the two large stations, he'll then goes to his Commander for debriefing about the situation. But not long before the bringer of void has shown up to further ruining their day and MASGC Space Headquarters had been gravitational pulled towards with several people's fear of death.
[At Commander's Monitoring Office]
Commander sir! I foresaw several bad news in that matter of our current event. Care to listen if you had any time?
Go on, quickly and efficient.
*Ahem* Other than a speedy light of doom called Hany's Ribbon, we have a bigger problem. A strange enchanted lights have created some sort of a manipulated black hole at the furthest of space, and worst of all, we're currently been dragged slowly towards to that gravitational pool of some sorts!
.... Other bad news? Do you have any messages from that big, looking death-staring, station?
Yes. It's goes yadida..yada..We don't want to disband the R-Core factory thing so we stand there. Yadayada.. Doesn't want to be in control by some foreign aliens... Yadidayada.. and some other minor excuses like angering by calling their big spherical station a death ball..
Also sir, I've notices that the big death ball was attempting to do a suicide move by going towards into that gravitational void. Sadly, with our sensors for trying to figuring out the strangest anomaly in existent, we're unable to identified those strange 'crystallic' lights and probably questioning of the law of physics on this part of the universe.
Hmm.. If that the case, then we're dealing a single explanation reason for a strangest things to exist in this universe.
And what is that supposed to be meant, Commander?
The existent of SPPAACCEE... WIIIIZARDS.... Anyways, enough delaying! How is our station's energy reports?
If by luck of finding any closest habitable planets to anchor on orbit, It would've been sufficient forrr... just enough to run several laser drills at once in just a few days.
What if we're unable to find a habitable planet for resources and a place to settle on that time?
By then will be.. enough only to maintain a station with a minimal usage. We will be very sluggish at that rate. Functional, but mostly slowed down.
Operator, once we're hyperdrive'd and follow Ernest from somewhere, I want you to probe every planet as possible for a best survivability for our people... Oh and my last note on this briefing, I need you to deploy a probing satellite and using it to mark something inside of that void, just to be sure if their death ball miraculously ever survive by going through it.. You know, the Sputnik thing?
Oooh, I get it. I'll get those system on as ordered.
Very well. Prepare for the ramming beyond lightning speed! Because, we're outta here!
The sound of ringing alarm has heard all over the MASGC Space Headquarters, and the Operator has told everyone for an upcoming warp speeding out from such disasters. It'll take a minute to charge everything up before they can safely jump out from here and prior before that, the Operator has ordered a station workers to deploy a sensory Sputnik, then letting it pull towards the moonlight-ish gravitational void, acting as a location marker for not only find a location where Rodia is, but also marked the location later for a further, mysterious exploration.
By that moment of time, the Hany's Ribbon is about to hit Planet Iceolia within a minute and a few seconds. Barely enough time to escape from impact and probably going to scratch the surface of MASGC Space Headquarter's components for making their life a little more miserable.
With a little time in Iceolia's inevitable destruction, Ernest had quickly gathered those disgruntled people in a blind gambit and move them onto a ship. Well, some of them are unhappy with the Ernest randomizing decisions by choosing them unexpected fate by its repair bots, as however, in populace minds knew that furthering the conflict will not going to accomplish them better when the Ernest was threatening them to 'forcefully removed' in queue if they're orderly refused to listen.
It is come to realization that the Ernest, aka a sentient spaceship, had started to learn the dark ways of controlling the population through fear-mongering, just because the MASGC people's indecisive and stubbornness? Accidentally by Ernest's tantrum or not, it was a very effective way to do it and left the remaining population in worrisome by several folds!
Meanwhile at the Commander's monitoring desk in MASGC Space Headquarters, he was secretly grinned for acknowledging that the Ernest's tempering flukes, is a part of Commander's influential plan.
.... Very intriguing resonant... Even for a scrap metal..
====================================================================================== Near MASGC Space Headquarters
Hearing by a different person on a same transmission, the Operator just calmed a bit.
Ah.. I expected to be a wholesome invasion and whatnot. Also if you're looking for towing your death ball away from Hany's Ribbon, then I forgiving unable to do that within a span of minutes. On top of that, if we do have the necessities to try and pull your precious spherical doomsday away from impact, it will be already far too late and soon we'll be in the world of Hany Rib's Hell Lockers. Plus, the MASGC Space Headquarters didn't have the functionality to relocate other spacey stuffs, as since we don't have that kind of technical devices to anchorage huge objects together or barely had enough fuel to escape everything in one piece.
Hence for your kind, the only remaining decisive option to save yourselves is to gather anything you have right now and ditch Rodia immediately! If my figures of information was correct, the robots doesn't required too much stuffs for maintenance themselves as unlike several living things, in which it has a various specific requirements for habitability and other complicated stuffs to consider. Within my last note, if you decided for abandoning the death ball, the MASGC will try and opening the hanger gates of the Space Headquarters for you. The sizes of hanger ports will be at medium-scale spaceships at maximum. The clock is ticking and awaiting your response, over.
Somewhere within the crowd of discontented occupants, one of them raise his right hand up at the distance and shout:
I'm the representative of the Workers Association of Consulative, the main functional class of MASGC industrial & agricultural capabilities! We're dire of requesting to come aboard onto your ship and flee away from this unopposed, and destructive anomaly for whatever reason! If you let us boarding at numbering of 224 working individuals in holdings, then the WAC will given you a single piece of powerful mining machinery for your ship, the Movetrite Rotatory Laser Cannon. This goodie will be able to drill any stuffs in space at close range, and also wreaking capital ships too if you can get them really close enough.
Suddenly another person within the crowd quickly raising her hands up for knowing that the WAC was attempting to bribe their way for safety!
ARE YOU TRYING TO SNEAK A BRIBERY WITH YOUR LOUSY DEVICE!? That's stupidly unfair act of manipulation and value over indistinguishable people like us! We're the Municipal Cultural of Species Initiatives will not tolerate from their industrialism standpoint for putting other species for working in those slap shacks of yours!
The WAC Representative angrily and screams back.
THEN WHO IS THE GROUP THAT GIVES YOU THE RESOURCES FOR YOUR PEOPLE'S NUTRIENTS AND SHELTERS THEN HUH?! We have to make several sacrifices just to be at the level of effi..
MCSI Representative interrupts his argument and told.
Shelters? We build them much more comfortable than your death-houses, dingus! Your association force putting other species in unhygienic workstations with your 'legalized' slavery because you thought they're just a disposable people and not even born human to begin with!
WAC Representative argues.
You're the dingus, dumbo xenophilia! The WAC statistic shows that the majority in agriculture and industry sectors were in fact ran by humans! About 80% above more than you think! If you put it that way, we're, the major part of humanity are suffering the most than those minorities. Yet, I don't see them complaining about that! Why giving those small part of a society any better treatment than humans?!
The third party in person emerged and shouted in confidence.
JEEZ COME DOWN EVERYONE! Why won't we just settle the differences and accepted that some of us will going to become some dusty old mists and cannot knapsack away from here instantly. After all, the fate of our MASGC society will faced an inevitable losses on our current event! ....And probably why the Commander doesn't want us to get off in the first place.
The WAC representative goes and argues.
THEN WHICH ONE OF US WILL GOES INTO THAT SHIP? I don't think it can fit a thousand people in that thing, would it? Selfishness and being deluded can be one thing, but we have a little time and there's no process of planning that we decided the best course of action. Worst of all, the whole settlement was in a state of anarchy somewhere after the inevitable news of a planet destroying Hany's Ribbon came towards us with impunity! In short, IT'S A MASSIVE PANIC CLUSTERFACES ALL OVER ICEOLIA! By the time we have drawn a small band of groups to keep a sense of order, Hany's Ribbon was already at our stratosphere and there's nothing we can do about it but being at desperation! You cannot prove that we're doing right all along, but you cannot prove that we're doing wrong either. It just so happens to have that kind of situation we rarely faced in other places we haven't done before.
MCSI Representative suddenly said.
The majority of the population were humans, right? Why can't we have a median equality at a very least? Besides, there's no upper representation of other Xenos in MASGC commanding structures!
WAC Representative responded.
That was because the MASGC was founded by humans, not stupid aliens!
MCSI argues.
That's Xenophobic and Speciests!
WAC Representative last answer before everyone goes into a full-blown argument.
Now you're going off the chart....!!
Everyone are now starting to blame and cussing everyone with words.
Sadly, Ernest now need to find a right choice from this chaotic atrocities. Is getting more supplies requested by the Commander of MASGC was morally correct because the people are terrible (based on vision)? The WAC (based on his desperate, clueless standpoint)? The MCSI (based on alien suffrage and equality), or the third unknown party (getting a bits of this and that).
============================================================================================================= [Near MASGC Space Headquarters]
The Operator of MASGC was appalling for hearing Lars saying they're threatened them (probably equivalent to being offended).
Oooooh.. I'm sorry... Would I need to give you a royally pardon, warmth hearty, formally soft-talking, mouth to mouth pacifist archtype? Of course not! We have every right for being pissed by a certain things that we are getting feared from! Maybe I haven't properly announced on our faction in full term.. We are one of many Space Militarists, called the 'Militarist Armed Superstates of Galactic Confederation'. A sane people whom stuck in a terrible life of hazardous constant warfare to each other, is really our normal day in life. Hmm.. Maybe you don't met a faction that are utterly aggressive in nature before?
Also, the reason for your huge ball of death is not because of fighting capabilities, but as a big piece of space hazard that are waiting to be blown up and terrorizing the galaxy! A single crippling blow from your death ball will swirled into a massive, fragmented space junks that will wasteland'd far more planets, ships and stations than a single planetary strike! Even thought it has no potential weapons.. or other stuffs.. whatever so, but that doesn't means it never harms anyone! Anything can be harm, even you can use a soft pillow as a suffering weapon if you want, if your kind had any soft pillows of course.
By trade, I don't know if you had any good time to negotiate within a span of minutes while being on a death ball, awaiting to be blown apart, and only recently met us in just a few minutes ago! If you did planned for trade with us in the future, then what kind of trade did you want to offer and return? It is better off to hold that agreement until our people have firmed their establishment in a different planet so it produces something for the galactic market (if they have any), and thus giving you an idea on various of resources, tech, currency, and etc. you're wanted to trade on. As right now, the impervious doom of Hany's Ribbon was basically putting all of our stuffs at hold. We're on conservation mode for goodness sake!
[Planet Iceolia] As the door opened for the MASGC population to notify Ernest's preparation of a small evacuation, everyone are immediately panicking and fleeing towards Ernest like a scurry cats they were. Unfortunately for Ernest, the sizable numbers of MASGC people aren't big enough to hold more than 100 persons for their great exodus away from Hany's Ribbon, and so some of them are beginning to 'fist-fighting' their way in because they don't want to be heroic and sacrifice themselves for better 'alien-kind' as preserving their own life is somewhat more important for them.
Now with a terrible fate of every plan and decision right around the corner, the Ernest had to make a several decisions in whether it can bring more people and cramping everything else. Is the value of females and children was its top priority? Is the working men are important later in reconstruction? What was Ernest alignment in social/political/cultural/ethical groups? Is getting more supplies are necessary right now as the Commander had told? And many, many more to consider, in which overwhelms Ernest calculations for finding its current best case scenario.
[Near MASGC Space Headquarters]
Unauthorized functional object detected! Addresses of starship is unknown! Class Size: Huge.
The automated AI had notified the officers in MASGC Space Headquarters for an undefined (Rodia/R-Core) object has entered their sector. Their responses was a little.. triggering.
One of the MASGC Operator had listened to the transmission made by a strange alien in what's to be named Lars after several deciphering communication attempts later in a nick of time.
This is the operator of the MASGC Space Headquarters, Bridge at Command Section A. Your presences as according to your sizable, roundish, fiendish, armored threat, are violating within the territorial space of Iceolia! If you're here for a negotiable conquest, then you're too late for a notable time! This solar system will be blasted to oblivion in within 20 minutes and on. However, if you're really pushes your thing to here by accident, then you'll need to convince us that you're not here for seeing the universe burnt to death.
The Commander noticed the whole room was shivering in cold ambient. He knew and speculate in Fanny May's decision is a 'cowardice insolent' from his own vision after she's magically teleported out from recorder sight. Unfortunately at the same time, he's really angry for not giving him any information about acquiring a new destination to settle for MASGC's planetary relocation, and so-forth suspecting a whole introductory meeting was a ruse to delay MASGC's evacuation from inevitable doom by Hany's Ribbon.
Despite the Commander was partially at fault for bringing them into a personal conversation and wasted for many hours later with little discovery, Ernest and Fanny May were also at a 'faulty end of the stake' for not giving him a direct response to his questions before the inevitable, and thus if they did without questioning his motives and morale choices, the Commander can step his decisions ahead of schedule and will done it sooner than expected (possibly be able to save more people if the Commander was well-informed). The Commander had already played a risky gambit that endangered an entire MASGC to gather enough information before doing anything else, and from then onward, they are still stranding on a single crippled stick while blindfolded, to whether he needed to start immediately, or putting a whole population of MASGC in history.
Knowing the Commander has little time to do anything else, he'll proceeded to give a direct response at Ernest.
If you have any spaces for people, substances and equipment, all rolled into your single ship, then do it right now, definitely now! We have a little time and options to do for anything else, and the MASGC are still ill-informed to where we are supposed to go next! If your ship is even have any hydroponic gardens or extra spaces somewhere, then why you don't ask it sooner?! It would have made a whole life for us much easier and cutting some slacks by then!
The Commander then thrown his empty glass to the floor in a spite of advocating, tempered mood.
*Sigh* . . Yes, some people including the native inhabitants are at the MASGC space headquarters right now. Any bulwark remains in Iceolia? I wouldn't allow them to safe passage in because several concerns, which is much, much worst than trying to be a righteousness person by bringing everyone in, Ernest. If I do followed the plan like Fanny May's ideals, the entire population will dire of starvation, and thus said people will become a savage cannibalistic animals in dire of survival on a very ship I stood! It was a horrifying aftermath if we can't find a suitable place to search, farm, and maintain nutrients to feast on. Maintaining a median between people, supplies and equipment is necessary.
Now go and quickly venture in Iceolia, take as many as you can of people, and stuffs, or whatever, and leave before the impact! No further questions asked!
If that was the case, then it would had been only 50 people in slots, and woefully even less if you counted their personal cargoes and nutrients to live, which isn't enough to evacuate everyone on Iceolia within a span of less than an hour and may problematic even further when going find a new area to survive on. Unfortunately, I'm not here to think for a desperate solution to bring and save every people back in here, Ernest. I was thinking of using you to extract as much supplies from Iceolia as possible before most of our leverage equipment will be perished by Hany's Ribbon. Reestablishing a new base by 20 years ahead is far more important than to overpopulate the new zone being less effective and nothing to do for 20 years.
Commander was still in a sense of suspicion to Ernest, but in a cool mood for his reaction.
.... I see.... I better keen an eye on you if we're ever met in another time. Also for a last thing, how large of your ship's capacity that you can hold before succumbed in overweight?
The Commander calm and sips peacefully with his glass of wine.
... Interesting... The not-so-minding on how can you do everything it takes to adapt and be efficient without losing too much or possibly everything you had. Keen of knowledge that some of your operating and governing skills isn't your strongest taste as a sauerkraut, Fanny. Of course we can't bring every people back to the Space Headquarters for a very good reason! . . . Now that you're questioning on what was my motive for not bringing everything back safe and sound? . . . Sadly... I'm afraid that you'll need to figure it out yourself by that matter, with a modest hints. One, something to power the craft, and one focuses on the most basic survival instincts.
Carnelian