Drakador_Chaos
The elevator seems to get closer and closer, sound of scraping metal filling the elevator shaft while it gets louder, though not very loud. It reaches the floor they are at, and its doors open automatically. Evinstep takes a standing position, leaving his leaning on the wall.
"Well, I reckon in enough time we'll gain enough trust of each other to share the more confidential stuff, since, as you may presume, our more important information is kept off the public's hands."
He then bows slightly down, putting his right hand on his stomach at an angle of 90º, as his left hand gestures towards the elevator.
"It has been an honour, Durendal. Now I have other matters to attend to, please take this elevator to your ship, and you are free to return to your nation to bring the good news, and bring us the trading convoys. Make sure to send someone who knows quantum communications to set up a link between Musavi and your capital, else communications just takes too long. Farewell."
He unbows himself and extends his right hand towards Durendal in a final goodbye manner.
gearshift48
The workers ignore cyclone's smile, somewhat even dispising it. The smile of an alien leader means almost nothing to a base worker, and could even be taken as an insult. Though that does part from the individual's perspective, some have a slight xenophobia that the Musavian government has outlawed, and that is frowned upon. Other just have an innate jealousy of those that they think have better living conditions than they do, but in the end neither would have the guts nor the chance to harm an alien, not on the world they were in, since in this world of the MISE, named Damadafu, most of the population was Musavian of origin.
Acinumy then reaches, at the end of a corridor, a type of industrial elevator, quite large in proportions and probably powerful enough to carry more than 10x the weight of all of the people there combined, she motions everyone into it, and presses a button, making the elevator soon start descending.
LeftHandofGod
Teciro was once again leaning back on his comfortable captain's chair, watching over Durendal's ships through camera feed transmitted by other ships that watched them with less alarm now that the trade agreement had been processed and the forces in orbit had been updated as of their diplomatic relations. Thoughts started to flood his mind again as he picked a book titled "1621", the Musavian equivalent of George Orwell's "1984", he imagined the frightful reality of the death of individuality and humanity, an abyss where all cultures, sciences and arts are burnt to a crisp, and all that remains is a horrifyingly effecient machine that produces power for the sake of power. Like many creatures, Musavians are beings that search for purpose in life and in reality, without a major religion to follow, they somewhat cultuate the sciences and the arts, their gods are laws of physics and their deities old theatrical plays that provoke thought and wonder, the death of all this meaning was a frightful thought indeed.
TRANSMISSION INCOMING
Goddamnit, again again? Musavian borders had not seen this ammount of action since aliens threw a meteor at their planet, and crab people took housing in their moon. However, it was his duty to investigate it, and so he must do.
BLIP
He touched the interface of his holodesk with the tip of his finger again, as he did the other time. Noticeably, his claws were short, it appears that most Musavians cut their claws to a shorter size, much like one'd clip his nails, both as a rejection of their primal weapons in an acceptance of a more civilized way of living, and for aesthetic purposes.
//ATENTION
SUSPECIOUS WARP DETECTED AT COORDINATES
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VISUAL, ELECTROMAGNETIC AND RADAR SCANS FOLLOW ATTACHED//
//ATTENTION
UN-IDENTIFIED MESSAGE DETECTED AT COORDINATES
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ORIGINAL TEXT, TRANSLATED G-S16 STANDARD AND MUSAVIAN SCRIPT FOLLOW ATTACHED//
Wait, two messages? A warp and a message coming from the same coordinates, that meant that it was basically proven that it was yet again another alien vessel coming to their doorstep, at the same system. It seems that being the system that composed the farthest-out border of the MISE had its certain... qualities of it. Scans showed that it was not one ship, but multiple, it could be dangerous, he certainly hoped it wasn't.
Out from an FTL jump came about 10 I-2 ships, older and bulkier than their newest I-3 counterpart, of which numbered in on 5, Teciro sitting inside of one of these ships. The railgun cannons and Ship-To-Ship Nuclear Missiles were already on the ready, if the flotilla was to initiate an attack they'd be met with a hail of quite nasty nuclear fusion detonations on the surface of their ship.
The following message is sent to the ships in the flotilla:
You are entering official M.I.S.E Territory in the system of Damadafu.
Further Un-permitted entry will be threated as trespassing and will be treated accordingly.
Identify Yourselves.
This standard message sounded so cheesy, but hey, it was working.
Fort_Master_Gustav
The one trustee of The Goose could not provide with the RP prowess for the lack of time, of which said person'd rather spend doing the endless stacks of assignments that school provides, a feeling that The Goose shares, so he does not judge, not like The Goose'd judge either way. But as such, the RP'ing of the MISE's civillian transport shall now be resumed, and based on the others, its end shall be total defeat.
And as such, the sad story goes:
A transport flies through space with its Alcubierre drive. Producing it is quite expensive, so musavians have to take the equivalent of "intersystem busses", usually in the dozens or hundreds of civillians, unless you are someone particularly rich you won't be sporting many space-bound vehicles, if any at all.
Transport is pulled from FTL together with an I-3 ship, since these transports are always scorted by some military for safety against pirates, but it faces a fleet of 10 large ships, 20 mediums and 40 fighters, due to the laws of self-preservation they have to surrender.
No shots were fired, but many lifes were lost nonetheless.
