Selections from the historical record(narrative)

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Selections from the historical record(narrative)

Postby Arknok on Sun 15 Sep 2013 16:38

The swarm of ghartan strolled down the corridor. As it entered the conference room reserved for this ongoing session of the IDC, the junior members of the council respectfully acknowledged its entrance. One of the upper members of the swarm waved an arm, returning the respect rendered by the surviving members of the council. At the same time another member of the swarm could not but help looking at the two dark and empty senior councilmen positions, trigging a barely suppressed shudder though the entire swarm. The top swarmmate went into a completive quasi-coma consideration of the implications of recent invents. A new swarmmate took over the matters at hand in the nature of the Narm. It climbed to the top position so that the other races would know who to address. The swarm ascended to the senior position on the far left and called the session to order.

At the sound of the computer tone it solemnly announced “This brings the tenth emergency session of the Interstellar Dispute Council to order. The agenda is listed on your computer screens that are incorporated in your council stations. On this first day of the fourth month of the Sixth year of the new galactic era, The swarm of ghartan has been empowered to enact the following resolution; In view of the extraordinary conditions engendered by the current situation, discussion and voting rights of the junior council members are here by promoted to full senior council member status. Afore mentioned junior council members are awarded probational senior council member status.”

There was shocked silence for a full five minutes. In fits and starts.conservation filtered though the council chamber. It cut off abruptly as the delegates of the Merkoi remembered to mute the the mike on their translator. Though the screen the swarm of ghartan could see an animated discussion developing between the delegates of the ambassador team. This involved a lot of spinning and flailing about of grasping tentacles. The Aswan seemed to still be in shock. It was always hard to read their body language, for their centaur body plan was so different from that of the Narm. Finally after an additional couple of minutes the Aswan delegate shook off its shock and motioned for permission to take the floor.

“The chairswarm recognizes the Aswan delegate.”

The delegate took a few seconds to savor this historic moment. “The Aswan delegate respectfully requests a brief recess in order to relay this momentous news to my home government and request new instruction, as this event is not covered by my current purview of responsibilities.”

“The Merkoi delegation also requests a recess in order to carefully consider this development.” The Merkoi butted in not quite following council procedure, but the swarm of ghartan let it slide. The extraordinary nature of the announcement and desperate situation made it wiser to ignore this breach of etiquette. Also the Merkoi did not want to seem passive to their rivals the Aswan.

“The chairswarm agrees that a one hour recess is in order. However, given the nature of the situation in which we as a civilization, find ourselves, the swarm feels we must first outline in brief our dire situation. Fellow sapients, we find ourselves up against events that will define this generation in the ocular sensors of our decedents that come after us. If we fail to unite and combine our resources we could be wiped from the face of the Galaxy. There is much planning to do and little time to do it in. The Invaders have been detected arriving in a second system of the empire. Their Capital ships are bigger than anything any of us are capable of building. With the loss of the second member Navy of the Compact, we are far less able to repel these invaders. This reduces the Compact Navy to one third of our former strength. Their Gunboats give the enemy a strike range that the Compact cannot match. As the surviving senior member of the Compact we will bear the brunt of the burden of defense, but the Compact calls for each and every sapient to shoulder its part in the mutual effort. In the interests of developing the trust and respect of fellow members of the Compact, this swarm has been authorized to reveal two secret programs meant to deal with the current crisis. The first item has finished development and is ready for deployment against the Invader threat. This consists of a deployable mine that will automatically attack small craft. We see this as a basic counter to the Invaders current Gunboat superiority. Admittedly this device is being rushed into deployment before it can be properly tested, yet the Narm are confidant that it will work sufficiently in the short term to provide the breathing space the Compact requires.
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Re: Selections from the historical record(narrative)

Postby Arknok on Mon 23 Sep 2013 01:43

At this point the speaker stiffed up and fell over. This was longer then most of its kind tended to talk. As the swarm lowered the speaker to a lower level in the swarm a new speaker climbed to the top and took over speaking for the swarm.

“The second item that, we the Narm, are working on are gunboats of our own. Before the Relani left for stars unknown they gave us full data on their mecha gunboats. Our scientists are working hard to match Narm technological shortfall with the Relani data. The scientists are sure that overall they are close to a breakthrough that will allow our navy to deploy the Relani mecha in order to counter the enemy's gunboats.” It paused to consult briefly consulted with the rest of the swarm.
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Re: Selections from the historical record(narrative)

Postby Arknok on Sun 05 Jan 2014 17:34

The admiral was enjoying a nice cup of tea in his home. The silverfish were jumping nicely in the lead lake making for a pleasant ambiance. Ever since the god emperor had been deposed by the aliens form beyond the Deep Black, he had not had much too do. All navy personal had been forcibly retired by the conquerors. Some would say that it had been generous of them to allow the unconditional surrender of the Aswan. Things had gotten really bleak after the Emperor had abandoned the people and disappeared beyond the Deep Black. So admiral Pernoh had no choice but to enjoy his retirement.

So far life was not too burdensome for the average Aswan. Life went on much as it had since the beginning of the new age. The Aswan had just discovered the secrets of spaceflight and were just about to embark on the glorious conquest of their neighborers the Merkoi. They were a gutless race of living blimbs from one of the nearby gas giants. The invaders from beyond had put a stop to that. As he was about to take a bite from his delicious looking breakfast his doorbell rang.

Who in the blazes of the nine hells could it possibly be at this hour? He had to go job hunting now that the miltary had been disbanded. As he reached to door he stopped for a moment to center himself. In a transcendental calm he reached for the door and opened it to see the last thing he had ever expected to see again. On his doorstep was an Aswan military attache. The young officer stamped his left front and back leg in a snappy salute.
“Sir, You have been recalled to active duty and are required to report to the admiralty “ he blurted out.
Pernoh found himself staring at the officer he was so shocked. He managed to return the salute out of reflex, but could not get out much more then a inarticulate sound in response.

“Sir, the military has been reassembled.” He said leaning forward as he pounced about like he was newly foaled. Suddenly he realized what he was doing, cleared his throat and stiffened to a proper military posture. “My orders are to take you to the admiralty as soon as feasible. I have an Aircar with me for transport.” He said turning to point to the purring luxury vehicle behind him.

“I seem to find myself under dressed this morning, and need to change.” His casual suit was definitely not appropriate for the admiralty.

“Of course Sir. I will wait here.” He said as he snapped to attention.

“Um… yes wait here a moment while I change.” He turned around and went upstairs to change. As he passed the phone he paued and checked behind him to make sure that the young officer could see and dialed a number he could only use once. The call connected to silence on the other end . “Phoenix. Contingency.” He said to the silent line. It clicked as the Aswan on the other end hung up.
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