Bridge of the Gulvi-ka Mui
Kohaku had been waiting patiently, she wanted to contact the Yamatai Star Empire, but the event had to be carefully handled. In a time of war, having a flotilla of unknown ships arrive at the edge of the home world system would not have been well received. So she needed another point of contact. So she sent out a command to the Clan, she enlisted the members of the Otâmovi Wiy Jael (Silver Moon Sect), and their Ismâo'a ships. They were instructed to follow and observe any engagement of Clan ships with the Many Legs, or NMX. Orders were given to observe the departing enemy vessels and scan for Clan life signs. If found, they were to follow, and wait. Kohaku was not idle during this time though, she spent hours every day scrutinizing the public news messages, of the various races in the sector. Several months went by very few of the Ismâo'a reported surviving members of the clan being taken prisoner. Not surprising given the mindset of the majority of ship crews. But finally her plan bore fruit.
A member of the clan, a Tula name unknown presently had been captured and taken to an NMX facility. Better yet, a Star Army vessel later visited the system, and liberated the Tula and other prisoners. The Ismâo'a was given specific orders to track the ship to its destination. The ship was one of the newer designs she had seen images of. It appeared to be a follow on to the Sakura-Class of her time in the service.
Kohaku readied the flotilla and gave them the order to get underway. They were heading for an outpost in the south that the ship had flown to. The images she saw showed the registration number on the hull. It would have to do for now as a means to contact the commander. The person who chose to save lives was the best starting point for contact. She did not know much about this Premier, in fact in her time there was no such entity. She had the flotilla stop five light years from the star system where the ship that carried the Tula went to.
She walked onto the bridge her robe flowing behind her, she looked around the bridge at the crew who were awaiting her command with her amber colored eyes. "Prepare to transmit an FTL message, unidirectional transmission towards the target star system." She said to the Qaktoro manning the Comm station.
"System ready Emissary." he replied
Kohaku held herself up and spoke in a clear and precise voice, speaking in Nepleslian, and interspersing the proper terms in Takavonai.
“To the Commander of NG-X1-409, I am the Vonai-Rya'ka of the Poku Degonjo Saeruo. You have recently liberated a member of our society from the Siama'bu Soujo or as you call them the NMX. I am here to negotiate the repatriation of our citizen, as well as to begin a dialog between our people. Please contact your Premier and arrange for her to meet with us.”
She turned towards the communications person, “Repeat at five Tui'sa intervals until we get a response. I will be in my chambers.” She said as she left.
Chiharu Star Fortress
Katae was making her way back to the Aeon when her communicator chirruped. She looked at the message on the display.
Katae frowned at the message; she was puzzled to say the least. She consulted the station AI for directions to the bridge. After navigating through the myriad passages and levels Katae found herself at the bridge to the Star Fortress. A security specialist confirmed her identity and let her enter.
She looked around and spotted Gerard, she crossed over to him. “Taisa Magnus, you wanted to speak to me?”
“Yes, a short while ago we started receiving an FTL transmission from an unknown source. It is addressed to you.” He replied, and then he turned away from her for a moment, “Kontan, kindly replay the transmission.”
“Right away Sir” the voice of the station AI came out of multiple speakers on the bridge.
When the message started, all conversation and activities on the bridge stopped. Once it completed Gerard turned to Katae.
“The message is originating about five light years south east of the perimeter. It repeats every 320 seconds. While they did not know your name, it is readily apparent to us that they know your ship. So how do you want to proceed?”
Katae took a moment to mull over the events of the past few minutes. “Well, we did find an alien with a felinoid appearance. My Science Advisor from the Scientific Studies Service has been spending time with him on our dock. I guess the first thing I should do is send a message to the Premier, and then one to our visitors.”
Kohaku had been waiting patiently, she wanted to contact the Yamatai Star Empire, but the event had to be carefully handled. In a time of war, having a flotilla of unknown ships arrive at the edge of the home world system would not have been well received. So she needed another point of contact. So she sent out a command to the Clan, she enlisted the members of the Otâmovi Wiy Jael (Silver Moon Sect), and their Ismâo'a ships. They were instructed to follow and observe any engagement of Clan ships with the Many Legs, or NMX. Orders were given to observe the departing enemy vessels and scan for Clan life signs. If found, they were to follow, and wait. Kohaku was not idle during this time though, she spent hours every day scrutinizing the public news messages, of the various races in the sector. Several months went by very few of the Ismâo'a reported surviving members of the clan being taken prisoner. Not surprising given the mindset of the majority of ship crews. But finally her plan bore fruit.
A member of the clan, a Tula name unknown presently had been captured and taken to an NMX facility. Better yet, a Star Army vessel later visited the system, and liberated the Tula and other prisoners. The Ismâo'a was given specific orders to track the ship to its destination. The ship was one of the newer designs she had seen images of. It appeared to be a follow on to the Sakura-Class of her time in the service.
Kohaku readied the flotilla and gave them the order to get underway. They were heading for an outpost in the south that the ship had flown to. The images she saw showed the registration number on the hull. It would have to do for now as a means to contact the commander. The person who chose to save lives was the best starting point for contact. She did not know much about this Premier, in fact in her time there was no such entity. She had the flotilla stop five light years from the star system where the ship that carried the Tula went to.
She walked onto the bridge her robe flowing behind her, she looked around the bridge at the crew who were awaiting her command with her amber colored eyes. "Prepare to transmit an FTL message, unidirectional transmission towards the target star system." She said to the Qaktoro manning the Comm station.
"System ready Emissary." he replied
Kohaku held herself up and spoke in a clear and precise voice, speaking in Nepleslian, and interspersing the proper terms in Takavonai.
“To the Commander of NG-X1-409, I am the Vonai-Rya'ka of the Poku Degonjo Saeruo. You have recently liberated a member of our society from the Siama'bu Soujo or as you call them the NMX. I am here to negotiate the repatriation of our citizen, as well as to begin a dialog between our people. Please contact your Premier and arrange for her to meet with us.”
She turned towards the communications person, “Repeat at five Tui'sa intervals until we get a response. I will be in my chambers.” She said as she left.
Chiharu Star Fortress
Katae was making her way back to the Aeon when her communicator chirruped. She looked at the message on the display.
Katae frowned at the message; she was puzzled to say the least. She consulted the station AI for directions to the bridge. After navigating through the myriad passages and levels Katae found herself at the bridge to the Star Fortress. A security specialist confirmed her identity and let her enter.
She looked around and spotted Gerard, she crossed over to him. “Taisa Magnus, you wanted to speak to me?”
“Yes, a short while ago we started receiving an FTL transmission from an unknown source. It is addressed to you.” He replied, and then he turned away from her for a moment, “Kontan, kindly replay the transmission.”
“Right away Sir” the voice of the station AI came out of multiple speakers on the bridge.
When the message started, all conversation and activities on the bridge stopped. Once it completed Gerard turned to Katae.
“The message is originating about five light years south east of the perimeter. It repeats every 320 seconds. While they did not know your name, it is readily apparent to us that they know your ship. So how do you want to proceed?”
Katae took a moment to mull over the events of the past few minutes. “Well, we did find an alien with a felinoid appearance. My Science Advisor from the Scientific Studies Service has been spending time with him on our dock. I guess the first thing I should do is send a message to the Premier, and then one to our visitors.”
