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Imperial Palace Complex
Vitrograd
Praetoria


Catherine was relatively plainly dressed. Her clothes were in dark colours, certainly appropriate for the occasion, but far from her full regalia. She was not wearing the Imperial Crown, just a simple tiara, and there was no ermine cape in sight. She sat behind her desk in the Breskavitz Office, facing down the holocameras and preparing to address her nation and the galaxy at large. She looked down at her speech; it was not quite the speech she might have liked to give, it had been carefully tailored to accommodate the current domestic situation. Had it lost its teeth in the process? Or was it a message that would truly ring in every heart? An aide coughed delicately. “Your Imperial Majesty? Are you ready?”
“Yes Askvar, start the countdown.”
“Of course your majesty. Live in 3...2...1…”
Catherine slowly looked up at the cameras, and began to speak.

“My countrymen,” Catherine said somberly. “Citizens and non-citizens alike, whatever your race, whatever your creed, from the deepest Core to the farthest Verge, I speak to you today bearing grave news. This is, perhaps, our most fateful hour, in all our long history. In this hour, I implore you to hear my words, as if I were welcomed into your homes and speaking to you in person. You have heard a vote was passed in the Parliament of the Sovereign Reich. Lord Chancellor Metternich and his Cabinet have already taken action on this vote, but now I speak to you all as the Imperial Queen. As of this moment, we are at war.”

“Mere days ago, on the flimsiest of pretenses, the genocidal maniac Faust declared war on our ally, the Core Imperium. In response to our solemn treaty obligations, we have declared war on the Dominion of Man, and unfortunately, its allies the Varangian Remnants and the Empire of Musashi. For the allies of the Dominion, I yet hope we might find a diplomatic solution, and to that end, I have elected to continue operating our embassy on Musashi.”

Catherine’s voice turned to iron. “But there can be no peace with the Dominion. Let me be clear; Faust is guilty of war crimes of the most heinous nature. Nothing will sate his thirst for blood. Surrender to the Dominion means not the end of our ways, but the end of our lives. There can be no resolution of our differences, so there will be no surrender, not now, not ever. We may be tempted, fighting such an enemy, to willingly visit atrocities on them, knowing full well that given the chance, they would inflict atrocities on us. But we must be better than that. We must adhere to our values, now more than ever.”

Her words took on a gentler tone.“With this in mind, I have instructed our armed forces to act in full accordance with the Old Imperium’s Code of War. We will take prisoners, and they will be treated well, wherever they are from. We will be just, we will be honorable.”

The iron crept back into her voice. “But do not mistake my clemency for weakness. Our hearts are strong, our will is iron! The enemy will learn to fear us in the fire of battle! We will fight the Dominion across the known worlds, on the ground and among the stars, and we will never! Give! Up!”

“We are not alone in this fight. Our friends and allies already flock to the banner! The Alorian Empire. The Core Imperium. The Sovereign Star Confederation. Together, we will fight, and together, we will prevail!”

“The coming days will be hard. There will be losses, there will be deaths. All of us will have to make sacrifices, but none so much as our brave soldiers on the front lines. I ask you to stand behind those soldiers, united as never before. Let us take pride in our diversity, in our freedom, in the nation we have built for ourselves in the stars, and from that pride let us draw strength. Let us steel ourselves against the coming hardships. Let every man woman and child of the Commonwealth do their part as best as they are able. Let us each do our duty with honour and integrity, and we shall prevail!

I say again, my countrymen, we shall prevail! Victory for the Commonwealth! Victory for our Grand Coalition!”

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CSC Corinthene
Southern Reaches


Admiral Emden Konig nodded resolutely as he listened to the Queen’s speech. The Crown had temporarily shutdown civilian comms traffic over the subspace relays in order to simultaneously broadcast the Imperial Queen’s speech across the entire Commonwealth. Out in the Southern Reaches however, it had taken almost a day for the message to reach Konig’s assembled fleets. Five Commonwealth Star Carriers and Five Battlefleets were at his command, and they were making best possible speed to the Core Imperium and Uther’s defence. Only time would tell if they would be enough.
@urukhai Brace yourself, lots of fleets heading your way . Let's see about collabing some battles, pop me a PM sometime.
@6slyboy6 Been busy with a buttload of other plots, PM me a Pad and we'll see if we can't hash something out.
So, war were declared. Brace for clusterfuck.
RCNS Piggyback
Kelmarthy System


“Getting a response, sir” the communications officer reported.
“What are they saying?” Rekkavik asked.
“They’re not ‘saying’ anything Captain, it’s a series of pulses. Hold on, I’d be better off letting the computers decipher it.”
“Very well. Tactical, cease defencive fire, but keep all guns hot. If they’re willing to talk, I don’t think they’ll shoot us, but we can’t be too careful. On that note, Navigation, plot some emergency jump coordinates well out of the system, and keep the FTL drive fully charged.” Rekkavik tapped a button on the arm of his chair. “Psyops, this is the Captain, what can you tell me?”
“It’s confusing sir,” the First Psintegrat replied. “The alien minds seem...dispersed. We suspect they may be psionically or cybernetically networked in some way. Would you like the us to begin more active analysis?”
“No, let’s not spook them with unnecessary psionics, I believe we’re on the verge of establishing conventional communications anyways.”

The bridge became oddly silent, except for the occasional hushed reports of junior officers at their duty stations. The senior staff had their attention focused on the main holo, which was displaying the incoming message in bits and pieces as the computers put it all together.
“That’s interresting,” the Comms officer said quietly. “It’s definitely a first contact package, but less...lazy....than ours. It might be worth sending this back to Corinthene, a mathematical approach might be useful in future first contact situations.”
“Noted.” Rekkavik said curtly.

With a few more minutes, the computers spat out the final message. Rekkavik privately reflected on the somewhat substandard information technology systems aboard Piggyback. That was one aspect of the old Valerian Republican Navy that he missed. The RCN was steadily integrating superior Valerian computer systems into the fleet, but there were a lot of ships to refit, and Piggyback hadn’t yet received the refits. Still, the current computers had done their job well enough, though the contents of the message gave Rekkavik pause. His mind raced along lines of possibility; an explorer was all nice and good, but what about the other ships in the system? They appeared to be setting up industrial processes, in sovereign Commonwealth space. Granted, the system was empty, but it was still within the Commonwealth’s borders. And if they were fleeing from something, how many more ships would be coming? Would they respect the Commonwealth’s borders, or push forwards regardless? Would they prove hostile in the long run?

Too many questions for the moment. Rekkavik reeled in his wandering mind, “Comms, for now just send them a ‘message understood’. Then get the computers to expand on this artificial language so we can have some actual dialogue.”

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Govplex Arcology
City of Alusia
Corinthene


“So it’s finally beginning,” Lord Chancellor Metternich said gravely, looking around the room at his assembled Cabinet. They were gathered in a large, comfortable conference room, seated around a sleek metallic table with an enormous holo-display in the middle. It was currently displaying the locations of a number of Varangian fleets, some known, some theorized, but all definitely mobilizing for war. Some of the information had been politely forwarded along by the Alorians, and some had been collected by spies of the Commonwealth Intelligence Directorate. Fleet movements of this scale were hard to keep secret after all, something Metternich would have to keep in mind.

The faces around the table were decidedly grim, except for Bismarck, who was looking very pleased with himself. The man was just inches from chanting aloud ‘I told you so!’, and Metternich was half inclined to let him. He had been right in the end, and largely due to his stubbornness, the Commonwealth was in a far better position to wage war than it might have been.

“Is it really inevitable, Chancellor?” Cecilia Boardman, the Minister of Industry and Trade, asked.
“Oh there’s a vague chance it’ll all blow over, but it’s exactly that: a vague chance,” Bismarck interjected.
Mettternich nodded. “We’re effectively at war already, except nobody’s had the guts to fire the first shot.”
“I’m glad you said that Chancellor, because I was thinking the same thing.” Bismarck leaned forward in his chair. “I want your permission to mobilize the fleets.”

The silence in the room was absolute. Mobilizing the fleets would more or less eliminate any chance of avoiding conflict with a diplomatic resolution. But Metternich knew he didn’t have a choice. His duty to the Commonwealth was clear; if the Varangians were mobilizing, he had to mobilize in turn.

“Do it,” he said quietly, and paused for a moment. When he spoke again, he seemed to have gained conviction. “I also want you to dispatch Admiral Volkov and 5th fleet to the Alorian border, send General Kyarguin and Anderson Ribbentrop along as well. Instruct them to work with the Alorians to...prepare for the worst. And by gods, make sure you tell the Alorians in advance that we’re going to drop a whole battlefleet on their border!”
@Lucidnonsense working on a response to you bud.
@Sigma Since when is he the expert on that lol


I've been RPing with the Ashtar, a heavily psionic race, for a very, very long time. Linked here is the latest RP I put them in, might give you a good sense of how to RP all powerful psychics with feasible limitations.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/89389-the-fires-of-anuria-reboot/ic
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Ah ok, that doesnt sound like enough to make a translation, no context or anything, just a bunch of patterns, heck they probably dont even know the radio wave is supposed to be converted to audio, they have no idea how you speak. Also, how are you conveying the letters?

But dont worry I will send more information.


Eh, I generally don't bother RPing first contact quite that realistically, but I'm game.
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Sorry I didnt reply to you earlier, Drunken Scuffle is a frigate and Twitching finger is a Cruiser. Though they are around the same size. The Mining carrier is much bigger.

Also, how much is a plethora, are you sending me like...the entire internet? library of congress? the bible?


Just a bunch of sample phrases, designed to help translation software. Stuff like "the dog ate an apple" and random irrelevant phrases.
Forgot to mention @Lucidnonsense in my IC post!
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