First Contact [Semi-Open To Outsiders]

[Triumvirate Storyteller]

The Galaxy is in chaos.​

So what's so wrong about a little more?​

A strange signal has been detected emerging from the Unknown Regions, heading straight for the Core Worlds. Attempts to decipher or translate the message imply sentient life is behind it. The only option left is to heed the call it is seemingly emitting and discover the truth. The signal has halted for now, however, a few parsecs from Galantos, apparently lying in wait.​

It's best to hope they, whoever they are, are friendly, at least...​

[ THEME ]​

Welcome to the Second Triumvirate's first roleplay thread! This post is serving as an opener, setting the scene, etc etc.​

Please go say hello in the OOC thread for this RP before posting, so we know who's showing up & can more easily plan interactions! Much appreciated.​

Now, to business; as the opener stated above, an unknown something is moving towards the Core, and has stopped just outside of the planet Galantos (to give a geographical reference as to where this is taking place). All are welcome to say they've come to investigate, as ICly this weird signal has been transmitting on available frequencies for a few weeks now. Why they've stopped isn't clear, but it's easier to fly over and investigate now that things have come to a stop.​

This is taking place in space aboard ships, and not on the ground; this is in Galantos' orbit, so you'll need a ship. This is not a combat thread so fleeting is not necessary, this is more diplomatic/interaction-based.​

 

[Dainivhir Valeport]

High Galantos Orbit - Triumvirate Expeditionary Fleet - TSV Fyrriea​

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What an interesting day! It always was, of course, make no doubt about that, but today was an interesting day not only for the rest of the Galaxy but for some small sliver of it until now always excluded from the affairs of players infinitely larger than themselves. Three vessels had placed themselves into a high orbit of Galantos, now sitting below them like a jewel. The dagger-pyramid shaped vessels were entirely alien, never before seen, unique through the lens of discovery. Those fancying themselves explorers or perhaps those simply with the resources would have obviously picked up the signal transmitted by these vessels weeks ago, at least those aboard hoped they would have. The cleverer would have already translated the message, perhaps a few would already be waiting. Regardless their mission was obviously not one of malevolence, they kept their distance, kept to themselves and made no hostile actions. The vessels simply hung in the skies.​

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Those cleverer who had deduced the intent and content of their message would know the details of it. Find life. It was a silly concept to be sure, the galaxy was filled with it, so packed with it one nearly need to take a step and stumble upon a battlefield or palace, shipyard or garden. Yet to some, to the sliver of it which these vessels called home it was not, it was dreadfully lonely. They had heard of others, rumors of mighty Empires and great Republics, of warriors and politicians, farmers and monarchs in equal measure. Until now they could never prove such claims.​

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Today, that small isolated sliver would be cast into the light of knowledge.​

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Hopefully.​

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Dainivhir thought to himself, it was perhaps one of two things he was truly good at. Thinking and running his mouth. Life turned out to be hard to find, at least intelligent life. Until today his people had never left their backyard, had never left what the rest of the galaxy called the "Unknown Regions" not that he himself was aware of such a fact. No today was simply a good day, a moment of poetry amidst a dull existence of the court. As best he could figure in that mind of his one of two things would happen to the intrepid and paranoid alike, they would come and investigate their purposefully cryptic signal, or run away from it in apprehension. Hopefully more of the latter, but the dichotomy was like a song, and oh, did he love rhythm.

He had signed on for this adventure as soon as it had been approved, and to be sure he had championed this mission's approval. It was to be the single most important voyage ever undertaken by his people, the single most defining moment of their history, or so he told himself. In truth the world moved around him, the crew, the members of the Labyrinthian seeing to the health of the still-recovering Navigator. It was a hive of activity and by the ancestors were they abuzz, but not he, he was a still monolith, a beacon of all things calm. Motionless he stared at the planet below, with the exception of the cup of tea meeting his lips.

Any moment now...

"Any moment now..."

 

[Myra]

Ready and Waiting. ​

Svaru was not optimistic about what his people would find among the stars. It was true that the three species of Confracta had laid aside their differences, but if any of the fictional novels written by his people and their allies had taught him anything, his people were most likely an anomaly. He and his Huscarls waited patiently in his quarters, playing cards and chatting quietly to each other, their weapons laying within arms reach should they get a less than friendly visitor from between the stars. Even if their first contact was with a friendly species, he felt a strong presence was necessary.

Of course, he had little say as he most certainly was not the highest ranking noble on the ship and ultimately listened to his superiors... no matter how wrong they were. The mercenary in him told him that if intergalactic pirates were a thing, they were practically inviting these brigands to come and take their valuable technology that the species of Confracta had developed over a millennia.. he hated pirates.

He couldn't take the suspense anymore, slowly rising to his feet and walking out of the room. His three Huscarls picked up the hint, falling into close rank behind him after grabbing their weapons, both blaster and traditional axes or swords made of the purest durasteel. The four of them would make their way through the ship's halls until they arrive at the bridge. Svaru would stick to the back, not necessarily skulking but definitely not attempting to make his presence public knowledge.

Eventually finding a spot, he'd lean back against the hull, cross his arms, and wait patiently as his bright blue eyes scanned the interior of the ship. He doubted that there was any interior threat yet he found himself glancing from visible computer terminal to another terminal and going around the room, gathering what information he could from the displays. Today was going to be an interesting day..

[member="Triumvirate Storyteller"] [member="Dainivhir Valeport"]

 

[Eshre]

IDF Spear of Truth - Orbiting Galantos​

1st IDF Fleet​

[member='Dainivhir Valeport']​

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Today was to be a day of diplomacy-- Something the Illasians had by all rights intended to stick out of.

Regardless of his kin's opinions of the idea of reaching out to the stars and letting whatever life existed out there aware of their presence, Eshre stood aboard one of many Illasian Defense Fleet vessels that orbited the planet of Galantos, watching the void carefully from the bridge of the larger vessel that he had commandeered as his flagship for the time present. There had been grumbles among his peers, specifically directed at the Illasian and his reluctance to even partake in the event that would be known as First Contact and almost immediately after the fact that the Supreme Commander had ordered a significant number of combat-ready vessels to stand ready in orbit above the glistening green planet below but time and time again, Eshre stood firm in his suspicions. To the Illasian who stood as close to a sole ruler within the Aristocracy as there could ever be, the threat of the realms beyond the skies of Confracta were not to be ignored or forgiven for their past crimes against his homeworld and those he would now call kin. Eshre and the contingent of the fleet stood ready, not as they had done during the times of the plague but as insurance and protection to their brother and sister nations in the event that something were to go awry and 'First Contact' turned into the exchanging of gun batteries rather than words.

Thus far, things had seemed awfully quiet. That was no doubt going to change.

The bright golden eyes of Eshre blinked as he took observations of both various ships that the other nations of the Triumvirate had brought to the location; taking in the schematics and if said ships were armed in the event that it was hostiles that honed in on their signal first. Whilst the Cerevessians were focused more upon their trade and the Ifradelians were more inclined to the pursuit of knowledge, it was the isolationist and nationalistic Illasians that would be both the sword and shield that stood against those who sought to bring aggression and annihilation to Confracta and her people. At the top of it all stood Eshre, who despite the culture and customs of the Illasian people, had garnered power and followers over the years. Of course, the Aristocratic-Meritocracy still stood and the law had not changed but with the Warrior Caste at his back and his position as one of the ruling Golden Caste and furthermore the figurehead of his people in the meetings with the Triumvirate? It was very clear that Eshre had control and direction over his kin yet this was not done for greed nor was it done to sate a fantasy of power; everything Eshre did was for the good of his people, every step taken was to ensure the prosperity and advancement of everything the Illasians had built. It was through his guidance that his people would see greatness, a power that would hold for eternity.

Yet this came at a cost. The expectations and task of carrying his people through his sole vision, save for the guidance of those experts in their castes who had also been ascended into the ranks of the ruling class who offered solace in their operations and handling of the rest of the castes. Everything weighed upon his shoulders, every action having the potential to bring his house of cards crashing to the ground. Thus everything was planned twice, if not thrice over, ensuring that every little detail was covered and nothing was left to chance. Today would be a test for Eshre; a test to see if any contact with outsiders would bare fruit or if they should simply be removed like one would remove a pest. As the minutes went by and the emptiness of the void remained as it had been since they arrived, Eshre's mind began to wander...

"Your grace?"

A feminine voice echoed from his side, seemingly snapping the Supreme Commander back to the plane of reality, one of the Naval Officers seemed to be trying to grab his attention.

"--What is it?"

"It appears that the Ifradelians are yet to arrive. Thus far the Cerevessians and their Expeditionary Fleet are still in orbit. What are you orders?"

"Hrm." Eshre took a moment to think before his head turned to look at the naval officer beside him, his golden eyes picking up her features as if a force of habit; the Illasian sought to treat all men and women under his command as kin and as such, whenever a new one caught his gaze, he took a moment to learn their features for later identification yet after those few moments, his head sharply turned back to the observation window; "Split the contingent in half, move into a vanguard formation in front of the Cerevessian fleet. If there is to be conflict, it shall be us that take the blunt of our assailants' barrage."

"As you command, your grace." the female officer hurried off to deliver the orders, no doubt to relay them across the contingent that began to move from their idle state post haste. As Eshre watched the fleet moved to his specifications, he could only wait and see what was to come of the signal; someone would arrive sooner or later.

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Location: Hyperspace Between Atrisia and Galantos
Objective: Follow Source of Unknown Signal

Giddean was returning from a mission within the First Order, and as such he was only in the area by accident. Traveling on a Jocasta-Class Light Corvette that was on loan by the Jedi Council. He was working with one of the Atrisian Defense Force Officers when the signal was heard. The Padawan was part of the Intelligence Agency and thus had a stronger receiver.

Now he was about to enter the proximity of the location and see what was happening around here.

Exiting Hyperspace, his ship full of Jedi Enclave Volunteers assisted with the prep work for meeting this new force. Giddean saw the ship on the view screen, and asked for it to be put on the projector. It was like no ship he was familiar with so it narrowed it to Non-Dark Side Faction. Though his information was limited, but the biggest evidence for being other then a Dark Sider was the planet below was not being fired upon.

He waved to the Communications Officer, a hailing request was sent to the other ship. "Unidentified Ship, this is the Republic Jedi Corvette Morning Light, we are responding to a mystery message that was sent forward and we wish to speak with a representative, please allow us greetings and good heath."

Giddean was more of a Spy then a Diplomat, but when the time was needed he had sat with his aunt during corporate talks. So maybe he could do some kind of talking with them.

[member="Dainivhir Valeport"]

 

[Alaysia Vacaryn]

The Core Regions, Near Galantos, IAANS Royal Aeipathy-Class Cruiser Electra, The Hydroponics Bay, Undetermined Time
Enigma | Interacting with [member="Dainivhir Valeport"], [member="Eshre"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"], [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Charlie Nooran"] ~ Time in a Tree ~ "I just want time in a tree."
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A Maze bloom never lasted long outside of Necropolis.

This, Alaysia knew. She might not know much-- Of ruling, of leading expeditions like this, of sharing her toys with others --but she knew how to keep these delicate plants alive. It was this reason, and this reason alone, that the High Princess of Ifradel had rejected use of an office or any other official chambers throughout their journey through the Unknown Regions. She had elected to make her assistants and couriers prepare a makeshift space for her among the transplanted flowers, and it was from this so-called throne (Some cheap stool no doubt peddled by Cerevessians) that Alaysia watched her ships streak from the hazardous hyperspace, falling into formation astride the other two members of their little trio.

The knuckles of her fingers illuminated green delicately as she reached forth, to interact with their dimmed red holograms that didn't strain an Ifradeli's eyes. Opening communication to the two other Heads was sinfully easy, they could trust eachother. Right? She could at least trust Dain, the one she had known since he was a tot. Eshre, well... Her interactions with Illasians had been sparse. So very sparse. A few in the Labyrinthian, that was all.

"High Count, Supreme Commander," She addressed them each in kind in Confractan, the words mystical and whirring, akin to song, "My apologies for the delay. We took a more scenic route." Always the joker, that one.

She would have spoken again if the din of a communicator had not distracted her, eyes switching to look at that for a moment before opening comms, "Yes?"

"Your Grace, we've detected the first alien life signal. It is attempting communication; awaiting Triumvirate orders." The calm tone of a male Ifradeli replied, bringing momentary comfort. Her own people could bolster her so easily, like breathing. Tapping a glowing finger on her wrist, the 'young' Princess nodded her chin, turning to the main call once more, "It appears that what we've searched for as arrived. I hope you have practiced your... Basic, as I have. High Count, you may make an introduction if you so fit. You speak better than most, and speak for the Triumvirate in many matters already." Sure, was it a little order-y? Yeah. But it wasn't exactly wrong. Alaysia would no doubt try to fight whoever was out there, Eshre would-- Do whatever Eshre does, assuredly. At least she could always count on Dain, bubbly Dain, to try and sell them some lawn chairs before inviting them over tea.

Keying another communicator, Alaysia requested a shuttle be prepped, in the event transportation to the Cerevessian vessel was needed. They have the same cruisers-- Hers marked with the eyes of the Labyrinthian, of course, and markings of Ifradel --But his would be more suited to conversing with new life.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Location: Refitted Nebel-class ELINT Frigate "SEV Nosey Knave", Galantos High Orbit
Objective: Waiting, Saying Hi

Continued from Wating to Leave

From their Core stronghold on Coruscul, the Silver Jedi had picked up on the alien signal, then spent the next few weeks deciphering the message and attempting to backtrace its point of origin. On the latter, they could only determine that it was coming from someplace in the Unknown Regions, still very much well, unknown. Beyond that, the could only confirm that something was coming.

Instead of manned ships, unmanned probes had been dropped to run some initial surveys as a matter of caution. However, as starships were detected moving into the area, the SJO decided to send one of their own as the next phase of the investigation.

Working out of Coruscul while working a pathfinding mission in the Deep Core, Finley happily volunteered to make a diversion from his team's current assignment to check out Galantos. The prospect of making contact with a truly alien entity was just too good to pass up.

Upon reversion from a short trip through the core, the repurposed Spacy frigate settled into a geosynchronous orbit above the golden mottled orb that was Galantos. At that moment, Finley was in the operations center with his team, and the ship's captain, Lt. Commander Keyes.

"There are quite a few ships already hanging out," Finley noted as the frigate started employing its powerful suite of sensors to begin scanning the area. "A few transponder codes I recognize, but most are strange to me. Hopefully, they're all friendly."

"Mmm, I don't see anything resembling battle groups, and no one is shooting at us yet," Keyes offered. "So I take that as a good sign. If we get in trouble, help is only a few minutes away anyway,"

"True, but I'll issue a message as a good measure."

Finley moved from the Ops table to his workstation in the Ops center, typing up a quick message that he immediately issued over sub-space and hyperwave on a loop, so everyone in and near the system would pick up on it.

"This is the Silver Exploration Vessel (SEV) Nosey Knave, on assignment to investigate the alien signal that I'm sure has brought you all here today. We come in peace and would be happy to share our findings as they come."

Welp, he had done his due diligence. Hopefully, everyone else was as diplomatic.

[member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Eshre"] [member="Dainivhir Valeport"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Triumvirate Storyteller"]

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Location: Refitted Nebel-Class ELINT Frigate “SEV Nosey Knave”, Galantos High Orbit
Objective: Say hi

Aliens. It was such an odd concept. Charlie never figured there could be something outside of the galaxy they knew. Though when she thought about it she remembered the Vong and then things that poured through space during the netherworld crisis. Pressing her lips together both events were times when she was either not even a thought and hidden below the surface of Tython. Still, the concept of aliens, beings from somewhere beyond their reach – was so foreign a thought.

She stood near Finley Dawson as he spoke with the captain of the ship. The mention of nothing shooting at them was a relief, she couldn’t do much against ships inside of the Knave. Seeing a moment of silence, the small padawan spoke up. “Do we know who’s all here? Faction wise I guess is what I’m asking.” She wondered if groups like the Sith would be here and if their plan was to fire at those that were trying to make contact.

Brushing her hair back behind her ears, she looked from the Captain to the Knight she traveled with so often it seemed. She figured he was bubbling with excitement over this, but something in her gut worried her. Deciding to not rain on his parade, Charlie didn’t voice her concern, it didn’t cry out loud enough for her to feel like she needed to. Instead, she wore a smile and decided to lightly tease Finley.

“So, when they make contact, what are you going to say first, Finley?” She stepped towards him and did her best impression of him as she pretended to fix her collar. “Hello! I’m Finley, may I study you?” Charlie pretended she had a notebook and pen and mocked scribbling notes. A light chuckle and she dropped the charade and sighed. “This is pretty unbelievable, like you know there’s something out there beyond the galaxy – you just don’t realize how close it really is.”

[member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Eshre"] [member="Svaru Visindi"] [member="Dainivhir Valeport"] [member="Triumvirate Storyteller"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Location: Refitted Nebel-class ELINT Frigate "SEV Nosey Knave", Galantos High Orbit
Objective: Standing Around

Sukai was surprised by the sudden change in their direction from the current mission but did not pay much mind to it, [member="Finley Dawson"] being the senior among them and all. Besides this new event was far more interesting, and as the Jedi knight had said earlier 'first contact' did seem to be a definite thing this time around. She questioned what type of people these newcomers were, actually were they even newcomers? her own people were very distant to the galaxy, only reason they were not seen as a new entity was their likeness to the Atrisians. This new entity could very well just be another wild space community that was only now reaching out to the rest of the known galaxy... or in turn be explorer from afar, only time would tell.

While the other members of the crew, conversed with themselves Sukai stared out the window, looking onto the several other ships arranged at this strange meeting. "A Jocasta Corvette, probably the New Republic if I had to guess", there were probably the only people to use such a ship these days. "As for the other ships though, hmmm they seem like any usual design but still different". I kind of felt similar to the whole enteral empire situation, but with much less death and destruction around. "Do you even know if they speak any common tongue? The strange transmission we received makes me suspect these people may have their own independent language".

Hopefully they would be able to break any language barrier, whatever the strange message read she was quite interested in it, the potential to learn a new tongue was always a welcome challenge.

[member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Finley Dawson"] [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Eshre"] [member="Dainivhir Valeport"]

 

[Dainivhir Valeport]

Dainivhir Valeport​

Establish Contact​

Triumvirate Expeditionary Fleet - High Galantos Orbit - Bridge​

Undetermined Time​

[member="Eshre"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Finley Dawson"] [member="Charlie Nooran"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]​

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Well, he had hoped the intrepid would arrive, it would seem they came just sooner than he had assumed.​

Oh well, things would probably still be okay, the new arrivals weren't threatening which was good.​

Even if they had been, Dainivhir might not be the most violently inclined man himself, but [member="Svaru Visindi"] was, and one would have to be a fool to not pay attention to such a man, to allow oneself to miss his entrance.​

Dainivhir took comfort in the fact that he was not this fool.​

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The Illasians had made themselves as much of an opposing force as always, it was in their nature and if they were lucky, those who had come to greet them would not perceive the Avians a threat, though they most certainly always were - even if one on a leash of brotherly friendship. Thank the ancestors nobody knew that yet. These new arrivals seemed a frigate and a Corvette, neither posed a danger and neither moved aggressively, now he had only hope that they would do no such things in the future. Dainivhir did that a lot, hope was always a companion. ​

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Dainivhir stood in the center of the bridge, a large circular platform encompassed the center, extending in a path fore and aft, bisecting a trench encircling the length of a room, only ending at an opening in the back where a man stood surrounded by priests in strange dress, appearing to help him recover from some traumatic event. Well t'was fate it seemed that the tea had to go unfished, the Count passed it off on some surface and turned with a swing of his hand and a curt bow toward the Theign speaking equally softly and full of gusto "Welcome dearest friend, guests have arrived as you can see be it my utmost pleasure to enjoy your company in these moments." They weren't speaking basic, of course, but that was the roughest translation one could possibly form between the two languages.

"Your Eminence, Commander, incoming signals received multiple target origin, no relation."

So once again the nest was stirred, and once again Dainivhir remained calm and still, at least until he swung back about to face the crew and address their visitors, the Ifradeli would, of course, leave this to them, they always did, the incoming transmission from their vessel only confirmed it, his answer would be to them all, but, one must start with the basics.

"Of course," spoke the warm fellow with a smile "Please translate their messages as soon as possible, hopefully, the data provided on their language proves as efficacious as we were promised, lest one reveal we paid entirely too much for it."

A common trend revealed itself, or truly perhaps not at all as only those able to witness such a thing were already entirely aware, to answer him would be a waste, and so all simply did as told, as they had already been. Teeth-grinding moments passed, each second bearing burdening him more than the last. It felt like an eternity, it dragged on ceaselessly, not that such thing could ever really bear the fruits of cessation, to witness such a thing one must be dead, there is little the dead can see. Finally, the ice shattered, the glass cage around them melted.

"Task complete, alien transmissions processed, relaying now." they cleared their throat and put on the most official voice they could manage to repeat the messages of each vessel in kind, as best as they could possibly understand them, which wasn't much at all. Still, it would do the job, it had to, there was no-one else to do it. The communications officer would be forgiven obviously, any errors were to be anticipated this was a new art, everything is at some point.

"Of course, well then let us begin in turn, it would be quite rude to repay our new friends with silence. Please patch me through at your soonest convenience, and transmit welcoming data package."
Ahem oh boy, this would be rough, a few weeks to prepare to speak in a language they only had second-hand information on?
"Attentions of the Vessels Galactic. It is utmost of honor to welcome you, we are Second Triumvirate. Our mission as is standing follows: contact new civilization for diplomatic uses. Please review fellow transmission for information about place of origin. Request reciprocation."
Like pulling off a band-aid.

What followed was a small transmission packet, all of which designed to be as easy to understand as could be. Any navigator or computer on the ships that had come to investigate them would make mincemeat of it. The packet opened with simple math, and a series of symbols used to convey that, from there it rapidly spiraled through complexity, algebra, physics, calculus, astrophysics. It was a rapid run-down of the basics one would require to understand galactic navigation, which itself was a mish-mash of equations and coordinates. When all the tedium was filtered through, the delivered information was actually quite simple. A description of a planet, moons, and more planets all orbiting a single star, which itself called a micro-nebula home. The galactic coordinates put it on the very, very edge of the Galactic Rim, deep in the unknown regions. The coordinates themselves were delivered using the triangulation of Pulsars, revealing what these new-comers used as their navigational standard. It was a remarkably friendly greeting, to tell someone where you're from when you've just met them. At least they thought it would have been a friendly greeting, how were they to know that everyone already knew where everyone was from?

 

[Myra]

Svaru found himself looking over what he could see on nearby terminals, trying to asses the weapon capabilities of each of the craft. The posh politicians might not see the threat... but there always was one. He was paranoid, and he was comfortable in his paranoia as it has kept him alive after all. The strange alien tongue that met his ears made his eyes to knit together in concentration. It was interesting, something he wasn't quite expecting, something he could probably learn if he put his mind to it. Either way he would push himself from the wall and take a few steps forwards in anticipation.

His Huscarls would look between one another as one, Ingmar, would lean in and whisper "Boss.. I don't think they're planning on attacking us. You sure the guns are necessary?" Svaru would glance sideways at the man before looking back at the viewing screen. Thinking over Ingmar's words would only take him a few seconds. He often entertained Ingmar's council yet today he was resolute in his own

"Regardless of their plans-" he would start, turning to his three Huscarls "We must be ready... A lot of the Triumvirate's leadership is here if they were all to be taken out we'd be sitting ducks. At the very least we can dissuade anything from trying to shoot if they should come on board." He'd glance over towards [member="Dainivhir Valeport"] then back at his Huscarls "Just don't get on the posh noble's nerves.. they'll cause hell for us, you know how it is."

Ingmar would roll his eyes before heading back to his perch in the back of the room, leaning back with arms crossed as a sigh escapes his lips. The other two would exchange glances, shrug, and join Ingmar in the back, leaving Svaru to watch over the nearest screens, sifting through the information, looking for something useful.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Charlie Nooran"][member="Finley Dawson"] [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Eshre"]

 

[Rosh Loran]

Rosh Loran

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Aboard IAANS Royal Aeipathy-Class Cruiser Electra, Near Galantos, The Core Regions​

Interacting With: [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"], [member="Dainivhir Valeport"], [member="Eshre"]​

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This excursion was a terrible idea.

Such was the unwarranted advice the royal protector had made to the High Princess when she had chosen to inform him of the planned expedition to meet with the alien civilizations of the galaxy. Rosh did not trust as the count and princess seemed to, in his eyes there was little for the Triumvirate to gain from making itself known as it now was. For so long, they had remained isolated, enjoying a harmonious existence away from the turmoil of other parts of the galaxy, why was it so that they should need to change things?

Yet, the decision was not one to be made by the guardian to the High Princess, and much as he may have disagreed, there was a duty he had sworn to fulfill, and if this excursion was to end as poorly as he expected, then his presence would be more than necessary.

For a time, Rosh had been separate from the High Princess he was sworn to protect, having been forced elsewhere on the ship to organise the other protectors and tend to other matters. He would not linger far from her however, and as the royal protector, clad in his traditional red armour with the force-imbued sword he carried sheathed at his side, stepped onto the bridge of the ship, his gaze flicked between those present to settle upon his High Princess.

He approached in silence, hearing as the High Count began to contact those interstellar ships which had contacted them. Their numbers were great enough that it concerned Rosh, though even a single small freighter would have likely been far more acceptable to the so-known 'Sentinel of Ifradel'. Stepping up towards the High Princess, he cleared his throat briefly to make his presence known, eyes briefly casting down towards her, carrying with them the same loaded questions he had asked her a hundred times before this journey. 'Are you sure about this?', 'Is this truly safe?', 'Would it not be better if you remained while this excursion went out?'

He had heard her answers a hundred times before, not once had he been particularly pleased with them.

 

[Alaysia Vacaryn]

The Core Regions, Near Galantos, IAANS Royal Aeipathy-Class Cruiser Electra, The Hydroponics Bay, Undetermined Time
Conundrum | Interacting with [member="Rosh Loran"], [member="Dainivhir Valeport"], [member="Eshre"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"], [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Charlie Nooran"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Svaru Visindi"] ~ Time in a Tree ~ "I need a place just for me."
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Alaysia sensed Rosh before he even dared to make his presence known. Likely, he knew it, too, which only exacerbated the Princess' annoyance concerning his trepidation. The defenders of the High Family were often staunch, but-- and Alaysia was certain of this too --none other quite had Loran's...

Zeal. We'll go with zeal. There were probably more than one reasons for such enthusiasm in terms of his exceptional commitment to the job, one that palace servants in Ifradel more often than not boiled down into the raunchiest of gossip. Never spoken whilst the Princess was in residence, however.

"I know what you're going to say," She finally muttered, still in Confractan, head tipping off to the side to look over at her suited warrior, "And I once again remind you, both of the importance of this encounter in history, and the necessity of my specific presence to represent our people." Her voice had been barely above a whisper but she knew Rosh would hear, no doubt he would hang on every word simply to be extra-annoyed about what they meant. It boiled down to a Princess' way of telling him to, essentially, get over the fact she'd wanted to come in person. Briefly, the freckled skin under Alaysia's eyes and across her nose turned slightly green before it dimmed, her bio-luminescence unknowingly reacting to her ire at him being a bit too much like an overbearing mother hen. Some things will just never change.

Things were changing now, however, change for good. Heeding her advice, Dain had made his introductions, and, hopefully, the Cervessians vessel was outfitted to speak to the outsider ships. It was a certain tenseness that filled the air as Alaysia shifted on her stool, fingers running over the length of her dual-bladed lightsaber hilt. Would things turn hostile, between them and these outsiders? She hoped not.

It would, after all, mean Rosh was right concerning the alien intentions. That alone was something she didn't want to entertain lest shehear the loud and prideful 'I told you so' that'd doubtlessly leave him the moment open warfare began.

Give peace a chance, first.

 

[Eshre]

IDF Spear of Truth - Orbiting Galantos​

1st IDF Fleet​

[member="Rosh Loran"], [member="Dainivhir Valeport"] [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"], [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Charlie Nooran"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Svaru Visindi"]​

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Now there were two ships-- How long until there were more?

It was this belief that kept Eshre's eyes peered on the view from the port of his flagship, focused on the Frigate and Corvette respectively as his form never seemed to show any signs of shifting. As communications between the two parties went back and fourth, the translations of the alien's words had no doubt been sent fourth to the Spear of Truth for the Supreme Commander to hear as well as any communications sent by the Cerevessians or the Ifradelians to the outsiders. As his bridge officers coordinated the flagship itself and relayed orders to the other ships within the IDF fleet, Eshre kept watching and waiting to see the actions of the outsiders. Unbeknownst to them, they were under the heaviest scrutiny that lay behind those golden eyes; the stigma of his ancestors had been one that he had been able to avoid falling entirely snared into but still, the teachings that he had taken to heart had no less influenced his actions. Like one would treat a stranger but with a much stronger of a fist; one wrong action would be all it took to ignite the flames of his people; and so the war for the stars would begin.

For now, however? It was his responsibility for the protection of his brother and sister nation's expeditionary forces. His people had dabbled in space operations before but this was the first true trial by fire. Their ship designs would be broken or improved in the days that were to come, depending on the actions that would no doubt be influenced by the outcome of today's events. As the time passed, Eshre's patience continued to hold; it had to. Whereas with other threats before it took nothing more than a few pokes and prods to discover the weaknesses and exploit with the intent to entirely crush them, this was a threat that forced him to take a reactionary stance rather than his typical forward approach. Outsiders they may be but this meeting was for the betterment of Confracta and its people, the possibility of trade with Empires beyond the stars was one that would earn the scorn of many if he were to act aggressively, if only for what he saw as the best interests of his people. And so the Supreme Commander watched and listened as his forces upheld their defensive stance. Should the need arise, he could always call for the few remaining ships to deploy as reinforcements should things go awry but 'hopefully', as his fellow chairmen did so fondly, everything was to go without incident.

The fate of his homeworld was at stake, nonetheless.

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Location: High Orbit over Galantos
Objective: Meet with Unknown Forces
Allies: Silvers / [member="Finley Dawson"], [member="Charlie Nooran"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]
Unknowns: [member="Dainivhir Valeport"] [member="Svaru Visindi"] [member="Rosh Loran"] [member="Alaysia Vacaryn"] [member="Eshre"]

This was turning into a new interesting aspect that was becoming more and more interesting over the coming minutes. The appearance of the Silver Jedi was a little unexpected, he did not remember hearing of any Silvers working in this area of space. They may have just been a wondering group, but more likely it was their superior technology. He knew better then to not acknowledge their position within the galaxy. One such position was that of superior diplomats, and Giddean was a great negotiator, diplo work however, was not his forty.

Giddean would send a transmission over to the Silvers ship, "Vessel of the Silver Jedi Order, this is Padawan Giddean Kuat of the Republic Jedi Enclave, I would like to offer a suggestion that this new species meet a united front, the Republic Representative will concede to the Silver Representative, let us show them a United Jedi Order."

His vessel would stay in its possition next to the starship he knew was a friendly nations. Giddean only hopped that the Silvers would accept this olive branch of working together instead of showing dividing lines within the Jedi Order. Enclave or not, they each served the light of the Force.