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- Friday,
September 24, 1999 at 23:39:38 (MDT)
"Greetings in Peace. This is Admiral Skarak of the Vulcan Defence
Fleet, commanding the battlecruiser _Flawless Light_. According to our
records, this star system does not fall within Xanarian space. Please state
the basis for your claim of sovereignty. The 3rd planet is classified as
a class-2 pre-spaceflight world, under the protection of the Prime Directive.
We will not depart this system until we are assured you will not interfere
with that culture's development. We are also seeking to recover a stolen
protomatter terraforming device. Any information you can provide on the
matter would appreciated. In the interests of fostering better relations
between out peoples, we invite your representatives to visit our mobile
Starbase, currenty deployed around the 4th planet, for further negotiations."
Meanwhile, the now fully repaired _Perfect Logic_ emerged from the spacedock
to take its place next to its 3 sister-ships. The light cruisers also deployed
themselves defensively, as if to protect the Starbase. From panels that
slid open on their ventral hulls, large numbers of Remote Probes emerged,
and began to form a small cloud around the Vulcan fleet.
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Saturday,
September 25, 1999 at 04:20:58 (MDT)
*Scowling at the presence of the defensive formation Field Marshal
Xanarious orders all fighters to be launched in a similar escort formation
and opens up a transmission* We can assure you that nothing would be done
to harm the hu-mans if it is the wish of our neighbors the Vulcans, as
we regard peace with your nation as a priority for the New Order, but on
the same note we are unhappy with violations of our space and would like
to resolve the situation, hence I shall fly over with some aides to see
about Treaty deliberations. *Field Marshal Xanarious nods and closes the
channel. He sets off with some aides and an armed escort to a shuttle to
make contact with the Vulcans...*
Field
Marshal Xanarious
- Saturday,
September 25, 1999 at 12:41:22 (MDT)
*Inside the warehouse. The first alien is checking out some old
devices, while speaking into a walkie-talkie.* First Alien : Specimen #eye
one dash two one nine dash jay kay.. Specimen #Il-219-JK! Cl'raktan, I've
found it! Second Alien (Cl'raktan) : What can you tell me about it,Ash'is?
First Alien (Ash'is) : It appears to be a cyrogenic container.... this
design hasn't been used for THOUSANDS of years though! Cl'raktan : Yes,
that sounds like this. Hold on. Ash'is : That's not all.... it states that
this is a level 5 potential biohazard! Cl'raktan : That's even better....
wait. Oh no.... Ash'is : What? What is it? Cl'raktan : I'm bei*ggf* jamme*zggz*!
Get that sp*ggzzrrt*en out of here. It MUST reach C*bzz*g *zzzt*n! Ash'is
: Why do we need this "Cyborg Stan's" help in this? Cl'raktan : Be*zzz*
if we *zgga* Our whole *ztt* will die. Repeat, *ggrrrzz* bring the *ztzzt*iman
to Cyborg St*zzz*. The entire future of the gal*zz*xy depends on *zzt*.
AUGH! Ash'is : Cl'raktan? CL'RAKTAN!! *The scene shifts. We see Cl'raktan.
A gaping blaster wound has blown off most of his lower body, spilling countless
amounts of milkly-blue upon the floor. Even so, he manages to let out his
final words.* Cl'raktan : Great... sky.... perserve.. us.... i've... betrayed...
us... all.... we... must.... contact.... cyborg....
The Returners
<Bingo>
- Saturday,
September 25, 1999 at 18:44:25 (MDT)
*Slowly working his way through the BoP's corriders, Cyborg reaches
his intended destination.... and slowly puts down the remote control. Glancing
about briefly, he slowly makes his way out. He has the feeling he doesn't
want to stay around here for long....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
September 25, 1999 at 19:25:12 (MDT)
*The Xanarious shuttle containing the diplomatic team arrives at
the Vulcan starbase, the team takes up lines along the two sides of the
path out of the shuttle, then the Field Marshal steps out and strides to
the few Vulcans who had assembled at the end of the line* Greetings, it
appears we have much to debate about... I wish to see your commanding officer
at the earliest possible moment.
Field
Marshal Xanarious
- Monday,
September 27, 1999 at 05:31:30 (MDT)
*The three cloaked figures take their possition among the elder
council and speak to their leaders* The situation is worse than we anticipated,
we must move now! *An elderly looking woodlouse speaks "But the Hunter
is not ready, if we move now she may be taken down, the Hunters skills
are not complete!"* We have no choice, if we dont move now they may take
total control, then no matter what the skills of the Hunter we would be
unable to fight! *"Hmmmmm... I fear you may be right, you may aproach the
Hunter, but I place you in charge of the watching, you are henceforth given
the title of Watcher!"* By your command master elder, I shall aproch the
Hunter now. *The elders nod grimly and the new Watchers walk briskly toward
their new task...*
The Order
of the Arachnae Venors
- Monday,
September 27, 1999 at 06:02:40 (MDT)
"Welcome to our mobile spacedock. I am Admiral Skarak, this is Professor
S'Tranak of the Vulcan Academy of Sciences, and this is Khre'Riov Erisai
tr'Khnialmnae, of the Romulan Star Empire. We have a well-furnished conferense
room, but perhaps you'd like a brief tour of our starbase first?"
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Monday,
September 27, 1999 at 09:52:17 (MDT)
*The Field Marshal thinks for a moment, then says* Yes, I belive
that would be acceptable and with your permission I would like to bring
along my aides Dr. Iynith, leader of the fleets science projects, General
U'rok, commander of the fleets land troops and Captain Toth, commander
of our flagship, the Dark Pea. Your people have always been of great interest
to the House of Xanarious and only the great distance brought apon by our
unlawful banishment have kept us apart. *The Field Marshal smiles and does
the four hand salute of friendship*
Field
Marshal Xanarious
- Monday,
September 27, 1999 at 13:03:30 (MDT)
...Darva works feverishly at the Lurkespace drives, trying to create
his own personal field generator. Hours and hours pass, and much cursing
is heard, until with the rewiring of the final circuit. With hope, he presses
the button and clips it on his belt. A loud humming, then a crackling noise
is heard, and the next thing he knows, he is standing in the void of LurkerSpace.
Quickly, he hurrys across to where the interdictor would have been, and
onto where the Far Star would have been in PosterSpace. Holding up another
gadget that lets him see PosterSpace, he quickly tracks Mel down inside
the ship. He presses the button to revert to PosterSpace, speaking as he
does... You and I need to talk.
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Monday,
September 27, 1999 at 16:36:04 (MDT)
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