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For years, the galaxy has been quiet, and civilisations rose to power. Now that the universe is getting more and more, races meet eachother, and alliances are formed. On the other side, wars are starting and countless of people die by droves. Several factions try to form Unions, while others try to just simply whatever they can. You are the leader of your race, you control everything that happens inside your nation, lead your people through these difficult times.



Rules:
1.No godmoding.
2.No steamrolling other races.
3. No overpowered unions like the Covenant from Halo (you will have to choose one of the factions within the Covenant)
4. No mega-destroyers like the Reapers from Mass Effect.
5. Your race may only start with 1 star system, if you want an empire you will have to make it.
6. No oneliners, exception for conversations. Try to use your best grammar!
7. Do notice random events


The out of charachter thread

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'So, we all agree with the plan?'
Several members of the Council shouted their approval, while others simply nodded.
'Good. The Mandrorgian Corporation shall no longer only focus on mercenary work. We shall expand our borders.'
Again, the Council members approved. The Director rose.
'Dismissed.'
The Council members stood up, and walked out of the room, talking to eachother about the plans that had just been made.
The Mandrorgian Corporation would no longer be 'just a business', but a Galaxy-spannig power. Feared by all.

And so it was that several days later ships left orbit the Corporation's borders, on the lookout for planets of any use, and to colonise those. They would be needed for the coming war, for war, there would be.

As the masses were praying before their goddess and queen Co'dra He'an, an orderly burst into the main sanctuary, exhausted after the gargantuan climb up the ebony steps to the great temple.

'Goddess Co'dra and my queen, the deep space radar is active, we have sight and news of a great many stars and numerous planets! You have answered our prayers!' - shouted the orderly as he fell to his knees and began praying profusely.

'As I said I would, I have save our people from death once again! Tell General Lo're to initiate all Starbane cannons.'
- replied the Goddess.

In her mind though, she knew she wasn't a Goddess, she hadn't been the cause of the deep space radars, and she was thankful to whatever true Goddess had found these stars for her people.

If they hadn't consumed a star in the next 500 years, extinction was imminent.

King Whitehorn stood at the back of the launch room as the finally countdown began. Technicians and scientist ensured that all systems where running properly as the finally moments of Fleet Stampede’s time on Tros neared. For the last year his kingdoms have pooled their resources into this large expedition fleet. Hundreds of thousands of his fellow Diecros where on board, filled with chemist, astrologist, and earth movers ready to find a new world to claim as their own. Of course hundreds or warriors form across the system joined them as well, eager to protect their people as well as to test their strength against what lies out beyond. The moment had come as the timer clicked down and the ground began to shake as the fleet began to rise for their docking sites and rise into the sky. The massive ships began to fill the sky, the pinnacle of his people’s technology. The crowd in front of him roared with cheers as all ships had begun their ascent to space with no problems detected.

An aid standing next to the king spoke to him. “Congratulations my King. It seems that a new chapter in our people’s history is being written today.”

King Whitehorn nodded slightly as his eyes never left the rising fleet.

“Indeed.” He spoke softly as he watched his brave people ready to find a new land to claim for the kingdom. Part of him wished that he could lead them but of course his royal duties made him stay on Tros, but he would make sure that reports would come to him regularly as they were his people and no matter where they go he would make sure he would do everything in his power to protect them.

He turned to leave the room as now the crowd continued to cheer their success andmany turned to cheer for him as well as it was their King who deemed it was time for new lands for his people to find and grow his expanding kingdom. A small smile was seen on his thick skinned face as he waved to the people as he left the room knowing this was only the beginning. The herd was on the move.

In the capital of Arores stands a mighty tower with cuts through the sky and that can be seen miles around, this was once the home of the Merotas's government but now it is a mighty research center studying ways to colonize new worlds and expand their people. In the planetary research lab on the top floor was one cyborg looking into a mighty screen, the former Merota was a great scientist when he was still organic but now his mind is focused on over things.
"V.E.R.O!" The cyborg boomed. Suddenly a hologram of a female Merota appeared in a light blue form.
"You requested me?" V.E.R.O replied placing her hands on her hips she was no normal V.I, she was a full A.I able of take on her physical form through a specially designed suit of armor.
"Readings show that there is new systems not far from our own. Confirm this please." The cyborg asked not lifting his head from the screen.
"I'll give it a shot." She said then her form vanished. After 45 minutes of searching V.E.R.O returned and she had found some information.
"I have checked everything and there is other races just outside our system but we have no information on their behavior." V.E.R.O replied bringing up a map of the Galaxy and the systems of the other Organic races.
"Send out probes with V.I video programs explaining who we are." The scientist ordered.
"Done." The A.I hologram replied. in the distance hundreds of probes began to launch each one heading for different worlds looking for life, maybe they could assist in bringing back the Merotas.

Captain Ro'lok had been born to a Liamarr naval family with a heavily laureled history, he had gone into the navy as a officer to Ro'ka his Uncle, and High Admiral of the Trech Space Navy, soon earning command of his own ship, something far from as important as perhaps a battleship. Ro'lok was made captain of a forward lance boat battery, comprising two very powerful yet small ships. Honor was somewhat masked by humility when he had only made this promotion by the Goddess' General, Lo're. Standing on the deck of the T.S.N. Harbinger, he held a data slate with one set of hhands reading over it while piloting the Harbinger with his second set.

'What is that?' Spoke the captain to his first officer, pointing at the object that had blipped into the system at the far south.

'It's an optical unit. See how it has a constant rate of movement yet no actual life aboard? That is like a camera, and its not T.S.N. model' the grizzled old first offficer Vu'lek was probably the most experienced officer in the T.S.N. fleet he had fought inn the unition wars under Trech's banner, but when Liammarr crushed their fleet he surrendered fealty to Co'dra He'an as Goddess. He was spared his life.

'Should we fire?' Asked the inexperienced captain.

'I don't call the shots, I enforce yours.'

'Well what is your opinion, Vu'lek?'

'I say we take it, dismantle it and send the technology report. We could fetch us a fine price if we managed to get a new tech to Liammarr. Definitely get you either a free upgrade to your Lance boats, or a promotion.'

Ro'lok powered the boat forward, at unimaginable speeds to intercept the optical unit. He needed recognition. He needed this.

Fleet #07, Forged in Blood, Command Deck

Admiral Cortez looked outside, through the glass, towards the Galaxy. So many worlds. So many places to see. To conquer. He wondered how many of them held life, and how many of those were more then brutal savages. He turned around, towards the hologram of the ship's AI, Carter. The AI's hologram was made entirely of blue light, and looked like a Roman Senator. With a beard. Certainly an unique thing, that was for sure.
'Carter, all ships accounted for?'
'48 Ships present and accounted for sir.'
'Lieutenant, prepare the fleet for departure.'
'Aye sir.'
'Admiral, one of the ships has picked up an unidentified probe! Not ours, that's for sure.'
'Cancel departure. Bring the probe to us.'
'Aye sir!'

Forged in Blood, Science deck

'This is it, the probe we picked up. Alien origin. We have found a program inside it, but are not yet able to decode it.'
'How many are working on it?'
'All of us.'
'Good. How long will it take?'
'An hour, not more. It looks like it's a video.'
'I'll be leaving you to it, then.'

*Aboard the contemplator the warlord's command ship*

"SOCKETWRENCH?!" Killmaim screamed as a bug eyed cackling mek walked onto the bridge. The mek replied "dun get yet undieez in a bunch boss, we iz about ready to start launchin scouta botz. soz it wunt be 'orrably long before itz time fer conquest" *a large sheet metal garbage can of sorts with antenna jutting out of it hurtles past the viewscreen* Killmaim yelled "GOOD! SEND DA FLEETS OF DA KRUMPERLORD AND DA ADMIRAL OUT TO DA SYSTEMZ EDGE IN PREPYRATION FOR TRAVELADRIVE TESTIN" the mek broke in "I fout we wuz gunna call em "Hypa drivez" boss." The warlord yelled "JUST DO IT YA GIT! OR ELSE ILL 'AVE YA SHOT!"

HEA's and TNB's Probe:

The probe was layout out on a table onboard the strange vessel and the strange organics surrounded it talking amoungst eachother watching the lights flash on probe, that was when a final organic walked in this one wore a bright uniform posibble a commander of sorts. Suddenly the probe lit up and a hologram figure appeared this caused some of the organics to jump back, the others gripped their side arms the hologram was just a copy of V.E.R.O but her form was blured out so the race could not be identified.
"This is a repeated message. We are The Lerot a advanced A.I race, our creators were destroyed 25 years ago but we have prospered. If any life locates this probe our location is encased inside but to test each race they are encoded. Message repeat." The Hologram repeated the message. This code would be hard to crack.

Ro'lok heard it and thought to himself, he had studied linguistics and root linguistics, but was rusty on it. He turned to Vu'lek, nodding at him. Vu'lek pressed the holo-rune on the science bay table, and a cryptotech came rushing into the bay.

'I'M HERE! WHERE IS IT?! WHAT LANGUAGE??!? MOVE MOVE!!' Ju'mon was a quirky cryptotech, widely known as the best in root linguistics and interpreetation in the entire republic. Pushing past Vu'lek, Ju'mon reached at the probe with all hands grabbing it and looking it over. Within a few moments he had reactivated it, much to the astonishment to the captain and first officer and Techno officer crowded over his shoulders peering at the strange device.

Grabbing a sketch pad Ju'mon instantly began writing down word for word. Within 5 minutes the code was cracked by the master cryptotech of the Liammarr republic. Standing up Ju'mon bowed deeply to Ro'lok and Vu'lek.

'Advanced Artificial Intelligence, from what their code says we need to head due south through the warp gate.'

Handing off the probe to Ka'ira, the Techno officer, Ju'mon bowed again and left.

'We should inform Lo're and my uncle at once. Amass the 1st Trech fleet for expedition.' the words came out from the giddy young captain as he looked to his officers, He would finally make his family proud.

**aboard the Killumunjaro Socketwrench's ship**

"Boss we iz almost ready for our test. Cordinates iz locked in and da accelerator drive is warmin up now" an orderly mek mentioned. Socketwrench raised his voice over the thrum of heavy boilers kicking in and making more steam for more power, "good maneuver us into position for a Hyperspace Jump! Don't drop out too close to our target system though


(one of our trashcan probes will be hurtling near T.S.N space btw, also we are NOT heading for any system anyone owns its just an uninhabited system)

The Admiral looked at the hologram.
'Carter, looks like we found you some friends. Can you crack that code?'
'On it now sir.'
'Anything else we can get out of it?'
'No sir, I'm sorry. Aaaaand I got it. Sure, was a tough one, but well, great minds think alike. Anyways, I got that location. Already sent it to the ships system and High Command.'
'Time to wait for the response, then.'

15 minutes later.
'Turns out High Command wants us to go there immediately.'
'So be it. Make the rest of the fleet prepare for the slipspace jump.'
'Aye sir.'

"Task group Kroz 1 heading preparing warp drive."

May Krunz be with you Kroz 1

Kroz 1 task group heads galactic north of home system one carrier and a battleship 4 destroyers and 2 frigates

Kill anyone does not who worship Krunz

Passing into Ork system. Mine as well start a war

On Liammarr, the fleets rushed out prepping for maneouvers. General Lo're looked at the deep space radar he saw a large group of ships heading to the galactic north. Sailing erringly close to the Republic. 30 battle shiips detached from their moorings to intercept the fleet and discern whether they were hostile or friendly. The last ship to detach was a starbane cannon. Beaming from the starport, millions of Liammarr recanted that was the day the stars were blotted out with blood.

For 9547 years the ships had glittered in the night sky, 50,000 little stars. Now they were gone. Their beauty had never registered with Ote, he had never once looked at the stars in wonder, never once craned his neck until he felt light headed, never once projected his dreams onto them. It was simply time to leave Mother again, perhaps after 500 generations the weakness had left the Tseb, Ote felt like the exemplar of this sentiment, he had always been unburdened by the doubt of guilt, the weakness of shame, this time the Tseb would not Falter.

The Tseb had been an Empire once, they had nurtured young races, brought peace to warring savages. The legacy of Ote and his comrades would not be that of a kind benefactor, Ote held the Expansionist principle close to his heart, the Tseb will stride the stars once more!. This time not as the doomed philanthropists but as a plague, one that would take it's fill from the galaxy until it rotted, spent and withered. What of those that stayed with Mother? The question left Ote's mind in an Instant, he simply didn't care.

V.E.R.O was checking the radar of the system hour after hour but nothing ever come into the system her form jumped through different levels checking the work of her fellows. Suddenly something in her mind flashed and forced her to go to the top floor of the labs, when she reached it all the cyborgs were rushing around at their screens.
"Whats happening?" V.E.R.O asked looking around.
"FTL flares detected to the north of our system. We are sending a dreadnought and transport craft." One of the cyborgs yelled not looking away from the screen. V.E.R.O's holographic form vanished but no one else on the room noticed, a suit of armor in the perfect shape of a female's body came to life.
"I'm going to the ship to meet our guests." V.E.R.O said as she exited the building to the ship.

---------15 minutes later------------

V.E.R.O walked into the meeting room of the transport vessel, it had been customized to fit any organics needs from space to foods.
"V.E.R.O proceed to the cockpit." A voice said over the speakers, knowing it was the pilot V.E.R.O proceeded to the cockpit as she enter she saw the pilot he must have been a failed experiment from the labs and had been fused to the ship with enough intelligence to pilot.
"This is V.E.R.O I represent the Lerot. Send a leader to meet us on our transport vessel." She said over the long range communications.

The ships arrived in the Lerot's system from slipspace. Carter, the Forged in Blood's AI, appeared at the Command Deck.
'Admiral, we are on location. Several planets detected, and another fleet, definetely not ours, is here too.'
'Make sure ll ships are ready to shoot them.'
'Aye sir. Incoming message.'
'Play it.'
Carter played V.E.R.O's message.
'Prepare some of the men. Let's do this.'

The 1st Trech war fleet slipped into the immaterium withing five minutes they had arrived in the suspected "Lerot" system.

Immediately the starbane cannons began priming, drawing the last energy of a sun they had consumed into the main weapon reactor coil. Itd take three hours to fire, in case negotiations broke down. Ro'lok and Vu'lek accompanied by Ju'mon and Ka'ira dressed in their finest. They had been ordered by the Goddess to initiate a meeting, and slowly the Harbinger prowled the depths of ink towards the Lerot fleet.

-------- 20 seconds later.

'Captain there is a Human fleet here..' Spoke the second pilot in charge of holding the ships control in absence of the first officer and captain.

'Tell the battleships to relay to Lo're, prime all broadsides and await a signal.'

-----within 15 minutes

The fleet had positioned itself and Ro'lok had been granted access to have the Harbinger send pod crafts to the adjacent lerot fleet.

**Orkus starsystem**

alarms blared as massive disturbances approached the system, Patrol squadrons skimmed they edge of the system as the series of blips neared ever closer, the Destroya class ships were fired up and made combat ready in the event the incoming contacts proved to be hostile, The three habited planets of the system activated planetary shielding grids as well as initialized anti-Aerospace defense cannons.

**aboard the Killumunjaro in a neighboring star system**

"scan the system for signs of life! take us into orbit of the nearest class M planet as soon as possible" socketwrench muttered to his 1st mate.

Ku'rea watched the new system with awe, 7 planets and twin suns, she was to be lauded a hero, for finding a new frontier for expansion. The system would be designated Uro. As she looked at it pride swelled in his chest, his Rool'Jek "Mak" lumbered over to her

"Master finds planets, master is hero this one thinks."

"Thank you Mak, you are too kind. Do your people dream of freedom?"

"Mak is born to serve master, Mak will die serving master."

Flustered Ku'rea turned away from the port hole staring directly into Mak's eyes, speaking sibilantly

"Do you wish your people freedom Mak? If you had a chance would you want freedom?"

Pausing for a moment the large beast stood as if perplexed by the question

"Mak wants home, family."

Toying her pistol she turned away.

"Hm." She said

"We'll see one day"

As the only female admiral she was thought highly of by all others in her race, females were close to Co'dra He'an, the Goddess. So perhaps the Rool'jek may one day call themselves an independent people, but for now, they were subservient to their creators.

The massive Diecros mothership folded back into existence. Lord Fellhorn looked around the command room as his crew ran down check list to insure the ship was stable and was undamaged from their return to normal space. Lord Fellhorn looked to his second in command for confirmation.

“Captian?” Lord Fellhorn said with him hands grasped behind his back, his vision not looking at the crew but out the star port in front of him. His stood like a statue in command outfit, a simple overlapping of armored plates from generations long past that had been passed down, now more ceremonial then combat ready unlike the large quantum ax that hung at his waist.

“Systems are green Lord, area scanned and no hostile contacts on scope. Sending data back to the fleet for Fold operation.” Captain Donar said without pause as he moved from station to station. It had been many weeks now since Fleet Stampede had left their home system making jump to jump as the crew now had this routine down to one might see as a well-choreographed dance. No wasted movement and each Diecron knowing their duty and what needed to be done.

“Very good Captain.” Fellhorn spoke as now he had to wait as the order was sent that it was safe for the rest of the fleet to arrive. A simple step to insure that if something where suddenly appear once they arrived that he would be the on hand to assess the threat while keeping the rest of the fleet in safety at their last jump position. A minute later the rest of the fleet flashed into existence around his ship. One by one ships checked in with their statuses and ensuring that all the fleet had arrived. Other than one instance where the a single transport folded out of space a parsec away from the rest of the fleet nothing of note had transpired during their short jumps, but this was different as they had reached what sensors had detected could be a life sustaining planet in the system they entered. Already he could see the green planet being to fill his screen as the ships began to move into a geosynchronous orbit with the planet.

“She looks beautiful” Captain Donar said as came to stand by Fellhorn watching the planet.

“She does but let us see what our terra-formers tell us first and find out if it’s worth stretching our legs for.” He spoke with hope that he had found a new settlement for his fleet and anxious to send word back to King Whitehorn of their success. His thought trailed for just a moment before an officer beckoned Donar over to his station. After a quick exchange Captian Donar turn back to face Fellhorn.

“My Lord communications is picking up a weak signal of unknown origin.”

“Can we detect how close it is?” Lord Fellhorn now moving to join his Captain and the officer at his console.

“Not within system hence why we are only now picking it up. It seems to be at least two maybe three systems away.” Donar looking the officer who was now nodding in agreement. “Orders Lord?”

His black eyes narrowed as he now had to decided how to proceed with the fleet. On one hand what could be a new home for their kingdom was right infront of him, on the other they were obviously not alone and something close enough to send a signal out this far might also send out a starship as well. The warrior in him was eager to see what the universe would throw at him be it new ally or enemy but he shook his head as that was not his mission. The warriors in his fleet here the best that the kingdoms had the offer and he would gladly clash their horns against what the universe had, but his fleet was made up of scientist, engineers, and families with the purpose of settling and cultivating a new word for their people.

“Monitor for now and see what we can make of it but for now have our earth-movers make planet fall. Let’s find out if it’s worth our stay.”

“Yes my Lord,” Captain Donar thumped his chest in salute then made announcement to send out the order for the planets evaluation.

Within minutes several craft began their decent to the surface, their crew eager to find out what the planet had to offer. Captian Donar was busy now preparing shuttle runs and sector scans of the planet but Lord Fellhorn’s gaze was no longer on the planet but out into the darkness of space. He had made his choice. He placed his hoofed foot down on this planet and until this planet was deemed unworthy this was now part of the Thunderhead Kingdom, and he would protect it at all cost.

V.E.R.O stud and watched from the cockpit as the alien ships moved closer, this would be her races first communication with organic life in 25 years maybe they could hold the key in bringing back her organic creators.

-----15 minutes later----

The air locks hissed open and there standing before her were the two race commanders stud there. This was the first time she ever saw organics since her creation.

"Welcome on board our vessel. I am V.E.R.O my races main A.I it is a pleasure." She said bowing her head and the two organics did the same, V.E.R.O led the commanders into the meeting area and give them a seat.
"Since we are all here. What brings you to my system?" V.E.R.O said as she sat down.

Ru'lok and Vu'lek stood infront of V.E.R.O, squinting there eyes and then smiling in a devilish glee. Ju'mon translated.

"We have knowledge of a great many people taking rise in the galaxy," Ju'mon blurted out the words as Ru'lok spoke in the cyborg language. "It is the task of Ro'lok to be a mediator between our great races. Your people have what we need, and surely there is something that you desire. I assure you we could find it, or create it. For a price of course."

----meanwhile 45,000 lightyears away in the newly discovered system of Uro, to the north of The home sector, Ka'rea had recieved the go ahead. Ten thousand scientests in temperature controlled enviro-suits landed on each planet. As they began searching them for possible building zones, the civilian craft began disembarking the Rool'Jek and Liammarr engineers. The unloading of supplies to the seven planets would take at least a month, and then building habs would be another month, and main infra. Would be another 3, building defenses and a starport would be 6 a e.m.p zone to disable attacking ships engines would be 2 more. Overall, Ka'rea had been placed in charge of a year long project on which honor depended on her success.

V.E.R.O Looked at this Organic it's form very strange totally unknown to V.E.R.O but the other was knewn as a Human the creators had encountered them when a lone vessel visited. V.E.R.O adjusted her system to the alien language so she understand but not speak it.

"We need DNA. From each race our reasons are our own. What will be your price?" V.E.R.O said folding her arms.

"We have a great many Gene codes for many races. We ourselves have bred. If you need a lifeform, we can make that for you." Ro'lok was pushing the limits of what he could offer already.

Ju'mon translated his captains words.

"We only ask you show us your technology marvels. Most so we are in awe of your robotics, and we believe it beneficial to harness this technology, our second request is one junior officer be transferred to the Liammarr republic as a specimen. In doing this you shall recieve gene codes or a living replica of a life form of your choosing."

Ro'lok sat back in his seat waiting on the A.I. to decide on his terms.

Admiral Cortez and his guard had been silent untill now.
'You want DNA. We want technology. I dare say that's something. How much and what do you offer in exchange for human DNA?'
The Forged In Blood's AI, Carter, had been watching the entire meeting through the visor of the bodyguard's helmet. He found V.E.R.O quite fascinating.

Heres my intro:

++Start Feed++
"lord Nexon, the new implants are ready and waiting. Are you ready for the procedure?"
"Understood Helian, I am ready."

Nexon stepped into the cryo-tube.

"Proceed."

Instantly he was frozen within the capsule, the Ship's master Ai began to do its work. removing armor plates, removing hands and and the upgrading neural interface. The complexity of the strip down prolonged the process. the first hour was spent taken off the old cybernetic implants. Now what was left in the cryo-tube was a human beyond recognition, a "Former" human. The old parts were eventually recycled or improved. The master deserved more than just old recycled tech. Within a day the operation was complete, which was fast by their standards. New black armor plating gleaned in the electric light. His old 3 pronged hands were replaced with full arms that could switch between the new 5 fingered hands or weapons that were added. He was awoken after the temporary cryo-sleep operation from the Ai.

"The black 'Carbon Carapace' is much more stronger and lighter than the traditional metal we use now. it is 10 times as stronger and half the weight."

He sized up the armor in a mirror. testing his flexibility and range of motion, they were surprisingly flawless.

"I replaced your traditional graspers with new hands, and with the initiation of thought your arms will flip to reveal automatic l.R (laser repeater) guns. These have been upgraded with increased rate of fire and intensity but will heat up after prolonged use."

"Thank you Helian, now to bring my armies to bear. The universe should prepare itself for liberation."
++End Feed++

A lone merchant vessel prodded its way through space, it's markings bored those of the L.S.N.M.C, as a member of the Liamarr space navy, this ship had permittance to travel to any system of the countless billions. Oboard the vessel stood the captain, Horik, an ex-marine winning distinction in the unification wars he was granted a ship, a gene-coder and titles to a colony of his choosing. Horik sat down, light as a feather, his wife, a Kado'mun, who he had coded as a perfect match sat next to him.

'My husband surely we have passed enough planets for you to have found a suitable colony?'

Ignoring her, Horik called Asha, the 1st ever A.I. invented by the Liamarr, a dinosaur of sorts, but Asha unlike all the newer A.I.'s could project a star navigation chart, giving the ship the ability to travel through the strange tides of space without any incident.

'Asha' said a dour, resoundant voice.

'How may I be of service.' replied the A.I. whose design was quite beautiful, in lieu of being only a hologram.

'Tell me of the system to the east of Uro.'

'Yes, the system to the east of Uro is home to 3 races, with a technology rate of .00001, they are mostly avian, who worship 'Ra.' From my data, it is most likely to assume their are 1 planet(s) and moon(s) in the system. They name themselves the three different races respectively.

Ra
Ordot
Fieur

The Ra, are religious fanatics and by decade enact purges of the Ordot and Fieur. Although they have no true ballistics, their spears are deadly when they attack from the skies.

The Ordot are miliitaristic and from a young age are taught to value the warrior code.

The Fieur are focused on diplomatics and trading. They maintain no real standing army.

Are there any other questions?'

'What are my odds for colonisation.' there was no question it was simply a demand. Asha searched here archives for an odds calculation module.

'If you wish to colonise you have a 20% chance with the military on board, 200 Liamarr marines, but if you were to contact The Goddess and enact a purge you have a 100% chance.'

V.E.R.O Listened to all the organics terms for the D.N.A codes this would be a difficult term, each word was relayed to the rest of her people this would give them a equal choice.
"We will give you medical and Armour tech our weapons are out of the question and 10 of our scientists will join you to understand the technology." V.E.R.O replied to both the organics.
"We will send them to your craft, in return send all the DNA codes to Ketora. Here is the location, I will have to travel with the supplies along with both of you." V.E.R.O said looking at both leaders as she pulled up a hologram of the system.

Darastrix V Conclave of the College...


A hush finally overcame the collected multitude of the peers of the College, assembled here on this day to decide a most pivotal point in the Daragons existence.

The evidence was incontrovertible , resources of the tri system would be exhausted within five generations, remote viewer students had detected signs of sentient life in extra system locals, and the final developments in astral drive had finally been overcome.

With the dull blue and violet illumination provided my numerous displays floating about his immense serpentine form, Ashtathalon X regarded his assembled Deans, Professors and sub deans, with the slightest of a mental clearing of a throat, silence descended upon the vast chamber.

The votes are accounted for and the assemblage is in agreement..we shall send forth a expedition to begin a foray outside our home planets, at this time I will hear suggestions to lead this expedition and any allowances from the departments...


Sooner than what would seem possible a exploration vessel was outfitted with the required crystal matrix, studded along the length of the artfully crafted and carved asteroid ship this would enable the chorus of powerful psionics to channel their skills of matter relocation and move the craft across the stellar vastness.
Within the bulk of the craft they laid provisions and personnel to ensure the success of the expedition, including members of the Remote view, telepathy and matter conversion departments, and for security protocols a full century of exo-enhanced and armored warriors of the Kali-Drac household. Here to ensure the safety and proper response to any aggressive life forms encountered, with them a massive armory filled with the best instuments of destruction the minds of the college could provide.

And at the helm of this Lady Caladryx Dean of stellar studies and head of the astropathy department , long a proponent of expansion and a staunch supporter of Ashtathalon's programs. Inclining her massive golden scaled head as a signal to a bank of thralls manning ship wide display screens, they then turned to their tasks and readied the monolithic craft to jump into the void.

Lady Caladryx turned her gaze to another Daragon perched upon a dais within the colossal bridge chamber Prepare your remote probe shards and the crew of each, I expect prompt and correct responses made and reports rendered..oh and Valhere..its good to have you with us. Valhere a very old but small for his age Daragon bowed in deference to the lady and slid his mass from his comfortable perch , moving with purpose to his cul de sac of rooms where his staff awaited.

Without a sound Lady Caladryx's vessel faded from existence with the last portions of the hull to vanish being that which bore its proud name "FAFNIR" , and so began the College's steps to the stars.



A flash of blue white light...
A huge glittering crytal appears from the void...

And a voice like a avalanche resounds within sentient minds beholding the crystalline probe..
Greetings from the College, if you are comprehending this message then contact may be made between our races, merely concentrate upon this form (a complex changing fractal form swims into the minds eye) and we will come to you, we bring peace if you wish peace, and are seekers of knowledge and lore, and such is our goal, we look forward to meaningful exchange
The Crystal repeats the message twice more, and then fades from existence.

Ro'lok frowned at V.E.R.O.

'Do you not wish to see the gene coding in action?'

Ro'lok stood, casting a shadowed glance at the hummans,

'We wish you to see us code a life form. & our request was simply to see your technology, Ka'ira can replicate it, if given time, we also requested one of your Lerot's be transferred to the control of the Republic. As a safe guard we wiill wipe it's connection to you.'

--------------On Liamarr----------

The Goddess heard the call in the aether, projecting her essence she sent back her reply.

'Na'a udun thrath.' As she spoke in the tongue of the College none around the sanctum who were praying to her could understand. They regarded her words nonetheless as a holy edict, and one hundred souls were bled in sacrifice to the Goddess.

'Come to my people, O Lords of the College. Come to Liamarrr, I have much to say.'

The Goddess heard other calls in the aether, the war hero Horik requested help to colonise a system, and Ku'rea had began to claim the new system 'Uro' for the Republic.

Turning to Irik'to she looked upon the Majors face.

'Go, take a Lance battery and ten transports. I want ten million fighting men to Horik's cause in a month if you can spare it.' Next turning to Judu'fa she spoke,

'take 100 colonisation ships to assist the S.S.N in colonising Uro. and with that she returned to the aether waiting.