the Great Bastonian Empocracy (updated)

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
"Just basic motor and transition of energy......don't your nation also got something like these among children and such to...i dunno, pass some free time?"

KrankysFirebrand48

ZendikaroftheWest
// transmission start //
”Military presence removed. Would you like to initiate first contact procedures?”
// transmission end //

Dumb
”I’m afraid children’s toys these days are a lot more complex.”

ZendikaroftheWest

KrankysFirebrand48
Why yes we would.

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
"Well complex mechanicals are harder to make, thus limited to corporations with production lines, not someone who only gets a pair of hands and some scraps. Plus, the more complicated it gets, the harder to explain to you, ain't it?"
*Dasha asks with a lopsided grin as she begin winding up the toy once again

KrankysFirebrand48

ZendikaroftheWest
"Initiating first contact. Well then, you will have to choose between the digital interaction or the in-person procedures. Note that the latter option is a lengthy process where your representative's privacy, body and biology will be completely violated and your ship will be put under surveillance if you are a private person. Again if the latter option is chosen, the first contact must take place outside the GBE border."

Dumb
Fair enough. Craftmanship by hand is very rare these days, limited to almost only hobbies.

The_Devil_Incarnate
As they approached the border they were met with a military presence. The nearest station was the civilian stations and military installations near the fleet. The Royal Navy defense fleet stood there with tiny interdiction nodes scatter across the border. Patrol vessels constantly move away from the borders and warp out, as an equal amount warp back in with the infamous THUD and regroup with the fleet. The fleet was centred around two cruisers.
"More bogey's sir. A smaller civilian ship with two frigates."
"What again?"
// transmission start //
”Unidentified ships you have arrived at the border of the Galactic British Empire. We are currently in lockdown. Please identify yourselves.”
// transmission end //

The_Devil_Incarnate

In the outer reaches of GBE space, a rift in reality tears open, depositing a small luxury corvette and a pair of escort frigates alongside it, they seem to fly aimlessly, going from planet to planet, and eventually stop near the nearest outpost (assuming there is one) and attempts to hail it.

ZendikaroftheWest

KrankysFirebrand48
We would prefer the in-person interaction.

The_Devil_Incarnate

KrankysFirebrand48 "I am representative Rhoa from the Department of External Affairs in the Revian Federation.
We are here currently to establish communications with the civilizations of the galaxy." There is a pause before the frigates close their gunports and missile pods, then they take a defensive formation behind the corvette. "You'll have to pardon the escorts, after all, we don't exactly know much about the other nations, best to be cautious eh?"

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
(this FTL's slow af bruv)
"Aye, thanks for the complement..."
Dasha put down the toy once again, let it walk down the predicted path of downfall, and once again wind it up again.
"So...you want one or nah?"

KrankysFirebrand48

(I'd like to apologize for long reply times, I've been busy all week)
ZendikaroftheWest
// transmission start //
"Understood. Proceed to the marked border station. You will then have to step out of your craft. Please confirm that the station's atmospheric composition is suitable for your people before exiting the craft unprotected. The air's composition is 78 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen, 0.9 percent argon."
// transmission end //

The_Devil_Incarnate
// transmission start //
"In order to establish first contact you must remove your military presence."
// transmission end //

Dumb
(They've been talking for like 10 minutes)
"I'm sure I could take one as a gift."

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
(Ehhh.......I'm starting to run out of casual topics XD)
"Here you go then."
Adding an additional bar on top of the original axis, as well as two distinctively digital parts from the rest, one for both the front and the rear of the toy, before giving it to Ontaria.
"Now with proximal detectors and additional axis for turning, so it won't fall off whatever surface you put it on...at least, less likely to."

The_Devil_Incarnate

KrankysFirebrand48 "Alright then, I'll send them off." Moments later the ships make a U-turn and exit the system. "Now where is your nearest embassy?"

ZendikaroftheWest

KrankysFirebrand48
The transport docks at the station, matching environments easily. Out steps a humanoid being, very similar to a human, except for the fact that he has blue skin.
"Hello, my good friends," he says in basic. My name is Eugen Knut. How may i help you?

KrankysFirebrand48

Dumb
”Woah, truly impressive. Now I have to go to my office and write a report on why I’m taking an immortal to the capital real quick and then I’ll get back to you.”

KrankysFirebrand48

The_Devil_Incarnate
”"Initiating first contact. You will have to choose between the digital interaction or the in-person procedures. Note that the latter option is a lengthy process where your representative's privacy, body and biology will be completely violated and your ship will be put under surveillance if you are a private person. If the latter option is chosen, the first contact must take place outside the GBE border."

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
"Cool cool, you do what you must, as I don't want you to be in trouble because of me. I'll just chill over here in the mean time."

The_Devil_Incarnate

KrankysFirebrand48 "I'll go with the digital interaction. I'd like to establish communications with a few nations before I have to head back."

KrankysFirebrand48

Dumb
He goes into his office. About 30 minutes later…
thud
They arrive at the edge of a system bustling with activity. The ship stopped, then threw itself back into warp space, then back into realspace in a few seconds. Ontaria comes out of his office.
”Welcome to Noveterra. The shining capital of the empire.”
Looking out the window you could see the blue grayish city world shining with blue and yellow lights.

The_Devil_Incarnate
”Very well. I’ll get you on a line for a representative after you answer a few questions. Hold on.”
/Comms
”You will soon be put on a line with a representatives after key questions have been answered. What nation, corporation or organization are you representing?”

ZendikaroftheWest
He is met by a security officer and two soldiers.
”Are the only one?”

Dumb

KrankysFirebrand48
"Oooh fancy"
Dahsa's gaze remain towards the window, observing the exterior, but her hands continue to assemble those little robotic toys like a well-sorted production line, and judging from the hefty pile on the table, it seems she had been doing the same thing for quite some time already.

ZendikaroftheWest

KrankysFirebrand48
Yes.

The_Devil_Incarnate

KrankysFirebrand48 "I am representing the Revian Federation, one of the newer arrivals to the galaxy."

boombox

Brank
Dokkisse
KrankysFirebrand48
Deep inside German Territory movement stirred as troops were amassed already weeks beforehand, and now two large battle fleets named Kriegsflotte 5 "Schindlhauer" and Kriegsflotte 8 "Walross" arrived first in Neu-Papua-Neu-Guinea to meed up with the Imperials and then jumped with them together towards the battlefield, arriving shortly after them.
While in Hyperspace, the speakers in the hallways and rooms in the ships across both fleets activated as the two commanders Großadmiral Schindlhauer and Großadmiral Volkers let through a transmission from the flagship of Kriegsflotte 5:
//Transmission: Internal Code//
"Männer, heute ist der große Tag. Die Füchse und Engländer sind zu stark geworden, sie rauben uns allen das Licht.. und wollen uns auslöschen. Zeit, dass wir uns wehren! Zeit dass wir aufstehen und uns wehren!.."
....
"Denn, wir alle haben viel zu verlieren. Denkt an zuhause, an eure Frauen, eure Kinder. Erinnert euch an die Heimat und den duftenden Geruch der Kirschblüten. Hört ihr noch das Geräusch der Bimmelbahnen in unseren Städten?..
All das droht, uns genommen zu werden.
Die Leute, die wir heute angreifen, würden nicht mit der Wimper zucken, wenn sie eure Familien abschlachten! Drum zeigt ihnen keine Gnade, keine Reue, kein Mitleid!"
....
"Heute ist der Tag gekommen! Heute wird zugeschlagen! Es wird Blut mit Eisen vergolten, Speer und Schild rasseln, Kanonen erschüttern die Erde und der Feind. wird. sterben!
Für unsere Familien, für das Reich, für das alte Blut!"

Translation:

"Men, today is the day. The foxes and brits have grown too strong, they are taking our light.. and wish to eradicate us all! It is time to resist! It is time to get up and defend ourselves!"
...
"Because, we have a lot to lose. Think of home, of your women and children. Remember the homeland and the fragrant cherries. Do you still hear the sounds of the narrow railways in our city streets?..
All this is at danger to be taken from us. The people who we attack today would not wince when slaughtering your families, so show them no Mercy, no rue, no feelings!"
...
"Today the day has come! Today we strike! Blood will be retaliated with iron, Spears and shields clatter, cannons roar and shatter the earth and The. Enemy. Will. Die!
For our families, for the Reich, and for The Old Blood!"
//Internal Transmission End//
On the flagship the Führer Steinfeld let go of the microphone and sternly looked ahead, studying a map of the battlefield.. this would not be easy.
He sighed and mumbled.. "Sorry, tea drinkers, that its come to this.."

KrankysFirebrand48

Dumb
They sit in traffic for a few minutes and descend upon the capital. They pierced the scarred skies of Anrillia. They landed on a landing platform on in a highly decorated area. There were beautiful trees in a large garden. The leaves of various colours gliding through the air in the Anrillian autumn. The bushes were finely cut and lined up beside the steps and paths. In the centre, there was a tall finite statue of Lokion raising a flag to the sky and pointing his officer's sword to the east. The ramp deployed. "This is the executive center for the directorate."

ZendikaroftheWest
"Welcome. It is within this facility where we conduct our safety checks on your person." He is led to a small storage room. "Please leave all luggage and belongings which you wish to take with you to the first contact interaction."

The_Devil_Incarnate
/Comms
"There is not much here in our database about you. You may proceed."
Comms line forwarded
Should the craft be able to display holograms, one would appear showing a middle-aged man wearing British diplomatic ropes.
"Greetings, I am Condrad. I represent the Galactic British Empire. We are not familiar with the Revian Federation. Do you mind explaining what your nation is about?"