The Feline Furrdom

The Feline Furrdom

Faction Details

Name of Faction: The Feline Furrdom Name of Capital: Poptartica Faction Leader(s): The Great Nyan Kitteh Anthem: Species Type: Nyan Cats (Scientific Name: Felis nyanyanus) Government Type: Furrdom Economic System: Poptarts Official Language(s): Meow. Official Religion(s): There is none greater than the Great Nyan Kitteh. *Faction Colour: HOT PINK (red: 250, green: 16, blue: 248)

History of the Nyans

All Nyan Kittehs are naturally equipped with intense and awesome R.A.I.N.B.O.W-beams to protect their tarty goodness from predators. It is powerful enough to shred through Interstellar-grade armor, and as such they are greatly feared and revered by all those enlightened enough to know about their existence. Incidentally, this R.A.I.N.B.O.W Beam is also powerful enough to enable all adult Nyans the ability to travel at near-light-speed through space, and has facilitated the colonizing of nearby star systems. R.A.I.N.B.O.W technology is continuously being developed and improved upon. Spoiler for R.A.I.N.B.O.W:  Radioactive Atomizing Ionic Nyan- Beams Of Wonder More details on this species: Nyan Cat (Felis nyanyanus)

Diplomacy

TRADE: Protoss Protectorate (Spartan999), Intergalactic United Penguin Nations (fredtrotter), 66th Envysione Corpe (Ivan Braginski), Cylon Empire (Lord of Cats), Andromedan Empire (NobleWoman), Glorious Socialist Felines (Lenin Cat) ALLIES: Protoss Protectorate (Spartan999), Intergalactic United Penguin Nations (fredtrotter), 66th Envysione Corpe (Ivan Braginski) ENEMIES: Evil Rebel Space-Dogs

The Nyan Kittehs welcome Trade and Friendship with all other species. Felines and non-felines are welcome in Poptartica!

I am a Protoss from the Protoss Protectorate, and I seek an audience with the Nyan Kittehs.

I offer you trade and a defensive pact (where I will help you defend your lands when Lenin attacks, and once he pulls back

I will pull my forces back) though the pact is only one sided and I help you, you don't have to help me at all.

Greetings, dear Protoss.
The Nyans are happy to have a new friend! We gladly accept the Trade offer, and the defensive pact.

The Great Nyan Kitteh would also like to let the Protoss Protectorate know that we will honor the Pact from our side as well. If the dreaded Canines (and other space monsters) should try to attack our Protoss friends, the Nyans will blast them into space-rubble with their specialzed Rainbow beams.



We thank you for taking the time to visit our capital. Please allow us to give you a shipment of delicious Poptarts, as a token of our gratitude. They were mined from the very best mineral deposits in Poptartica, no less!

Special Delivery

The Cylon Basestar, Unacceptable Behavior, exits her warp-space bubble near the Furrdom’s capital star-system. She sends a signal, translated into Meow, out towards Poptartica:
[swept beam, M1, trajectory @ n1.63.377.0425]
xImperial Cylon Basestar Unacceptable Behavior
oFurrdom Capital City Poptartica
Greetings to the Nyan Kittehs! We come on behalf of the Cylon Empire to establish diplomatic relations with your race. May our ambassador be granted an audience with your representative(s)? We await your reply.
Translation start: Meow meow NYAN MEWOWAW! Meow meow meow Meowlon Meowomp meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow meow meow(s)? Meow meow meow.
∞
(End signal file.)

The Nyans send a reply signal, via Rainbow-beam transmission.
[Start Transmission]
Hello! Though the Nyans do not know much of your species, we are very curious indeed. Felines and non-Felines alike are welcome in Poptartica, and since your ambassador is part of the latter, he may enter.
What do you wish to talk about?

[/End Transmission]

Originally Posted by Rogue General

The Nyans send a reply signal, via Rainbow-beam transmission.
[Start Transmission]
Hello! Though the Nyans do not know much of your species, we are very curious indeed. Felines and non-Felines alike are welcome in Poptartica, and since your ambassador is part of the latter, he may enter.
What do you wish to talk about?
[/End Transmission]

The Heavy Raider lands in Poptartica and a Number 3 humanoid Cylon, named Neil, exits from it. He bows to the Great Nyan and decides to sit down cross-legged since the Kittehs are small beings. Neil activates the translator at his neck since his natural vocal cords cannot produce the range of meows necessary for communication.
“Greetings Great Nyan! It truly is an honour to meet with the mighty leader of the cute fearsome Kittehs. The Cylons have heard of your mysterious Rainbow technology, and your grand fleets and armies you have built. Doubtless you have heard of our own grand fleets and armies as well as our immortal warriors with centuries of battle experience. I think it would be beneficial to both parties that we maintain friendly relations… least we blow the galaxy to atoms.” Neil chuckles.
“So, in short, the Cylon Empire proposes Trade Agreements to the Feline Furrdom. If you give us the molecular structure of you ‘poptarts’ we can program that into our molecular assemblers and ship you an unlimited supply of this resource. No longer will you have to mine for it or suffer shortages of it. In exchange - and I hope this isn’t too high of a price - we want Rainbow-beam technology. We Cylons have been searching for energy weapons to have an edge over our ancient enemy, the Medjeel. And the Nyan Rainbows are probably the most powerful energy weapons there are currently.
What do you say to this proposal, Great Nyan?” The Cylon grins underneath that mustache of his.

That sounds quite splendid! It is true, mining for Poptarts is dangerous work, and accidents are not uncommon in the mines. We are happy to accept your trade proposal.

Our top Nyan physicists will help you set up R.A.I.N.B.O.W. generators in your Base Stars, or wherever else you wish. The Great Nyan thinks that this is the start of a beautiful relationship!

[BZZZZZT beep.... beep... beep... beep. Transmission active. 5987. Sender="6eC." Recipient="Nyan_cats". Transmission authorised.]

'This is Commissionary Louischar of Interstallar Relations. The Council and Master Froschoir have accepted the Nyan Cat's offer of an alliance.
We understand we are to train your troops in the ways of our mighty Lion Armee, in exchange for the advanced R.A.I.N.B.O.W technology.
Details to come. Over.'

Excellent! Our Nyan forces need training, certainly, and we are eager to learn from your great Lion Armee.
Nyan physicists will be sent to your Homeplanet, to help install R.A.I.N.B.O.W. facilities there.

Neil returns to Poptartica. He bows before the Great Nyan. “Truly the physical universe favors you! While we face a tough adversary in the Medjeel race, who thwart us every time it seems, you face puny space-dogs who cannot stand against the might of your Rainbow weapons and disintegrate before you. The Cylon Empire is impressed and we wish to increase friendly relations between our two civilizations. The Cylon Empire offers an Alliance Treaty to the Feline Furrdom. Together we shall rule the galaxy! What do you say, O Mighty Nyan?” the Cylon ambassador says while grinning under his mustache.

Greetings once again! The Great Nyan would like a moment to ponder over your request.

The Great Nyan meditates over the proposal in his private quarters, by chasing a ball of yarn through the corridors. It takes quite a while.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

After sufficient meditation, he returns to the Moustache-Man, and gives his reply.

"Though we are not yet ready for an alliance, we will be glad to form a Defensive Pact with the Cylon Empire, as we have done in the past with our mutual allies, the Protoss Protectorate."
The Great Nyan flashes the Moustache Man a kitteh-grin. "Poptart?", he offers.

The Cylon waited very patiently as the Great Nyan thought… or played. It was hard to tell from the noise he made from his private quarters.

When the leader of the Furrdom finally gave his answer of “no,” Neil felt like strangling the Kitteh! He managed to keep calm and carry on, though. “No, thank you,” he said while waving the sickenly-sweet poptart away. “Well a defensive pack wouldn’t be much help since you are across the galactic arm from us. Truth be told, the main reason we wanted an alliance was to share technologies. Technologies are what would truly help us in our terrible war against those reptilians. I will only accept your defensive pact if the mighty Furrdom would gift us 1 tech. Either Navigational Computers or your new Ship Manufacturing methods would be of great help. Then your offered defensive pact wouldn’t just be all talk. If this is not acceptable, then I believe my business here is done and will return to Cytronia.”

Neil stands up and scratches at his chin. “May I ask why the Furrdom is ‘not ready’ for an alliance with the Cylon Empire? What holds you back?”

reptilians

I'm essentially a reptilian hive faction. I guess the two cancel out.

Not very far away from Poptartica, a Category X Ship, The Harbinger, exits it's space-bubble and circles the planet. A message is send from the sapient ships mind: "Greetings, Nyah Kittehs! We hope to be granted an audience to discuss diplomacy with your great leader. May we be permitted to land?"

Originally Posted by Lord of Cats

Truth be told, the main reason we wanted an alliance was to share technologies. Technologies are what would truly help us in our terrible war against those reptilians. I will only accept your defensive pact if the mighty Furrdom would gift us 1 tech.

The Great Nyan's smile widens. "Ah... now we are getting somewhere. If it is technologies you seek, we are always eager to trade. Knowledge is a valuable resource." He nods his furry head wisely, whilst stroking his whiskers.
"A Defensive Pact is a 2-way agreement. We pledge to stand by you in case of war, and you agree to stand with us. To seal the deal, we shall exchange technologies. Return to us when you have acquired a technology (one we don't already have), and we shall sign this solemn Pact.
Such is the Law of Reciprocity, and the way of the Nyans."

Originally Posted by Tathamet

Not very far away from Poptartica, a Category X Ship, The Harbinger, exits it's space-bubble and circles the planet. A message is send from the sapient ships mind: "Greetings, Nyah Kittehs! We hope to be granted an audience to discuss diplomacy with your great leader. May we be permitted to land?"

The Nyans beam back a message in R.A.I.N.B.O.W.:
"Permission granted."

Hey can I get some tech? Just tell me which you would like for me to research so that we can have a even trade off after mine is set up

Sure. Gifted you Hyperspace Technology in the game thread. Could you research Jump-gate tech when you are able?

The Virus ship entered the planets atmosphere and landed in the mainship bay. A group of maybe seven or eight viruses exited the spacecraft and made their towards the residence of the Great Nyan. The virus emissary strangely seemed to be the same one that was currently visiting Andromodera, the same blind face, the same sharp toothed smile, the same hooded coat.
The viruses bowed down in front of the Great Nyan, then the Emissary began to speak.
"Great Nyan, our leader, the Alpha, wishes to establish trade between our two species. We have heard about your powerful Rainbow-beam technology, and, in exchange, would offer you one of our newest, biokinetic weapon-technologies, The Seraphim-Beam."
With that, the emissary went silent, and awaited the Great Nyan's response.

Originally Posted by Rogue General

The Great Nyan's smile widens. "Ah... now we are getting somewhere. If it is technologies you seek, we are always eager to trade. Knowledge is a valuable resource." He nods his furry head wisely, whilst stroking his whiskers.
"A Defensive Pact is a 2-way agreement. We pledge to stand by you in case of war, and you agree to stand with us. To seal the deal, we shall exchange technologies. Return to us when you have acquired a technology (one we don't already have), and we shall sign this solemn Pact.
Such is the Law of Reciprocity, and the way of the Nyans."

“Forget it,” Neil says while throwing his hands up in the gesture of I give up. “We have nothing we can offer you currently. And you know that since you have gifted technologies to people who can potentially repay you relatively soon. We have simply asked for help, not trade, and you are obviously not interested. I believe I have wasted quite a bit of my time now and so will take my leave.” The Cylon ambassador walks away to his Heavy Raider without giving any kind of bow to the tiny Nyan leader. He returns home on the Basestar, Attitude Adjuster.

OOC: it’s amazing how I asked the same damn question as Spartan, and he immediately gets something, while I got no as an answer. That’s cool, man.

Originally Posted by Tathamet

The Virus ship entered the planets atmosphere and landed in the mainship bay. A group of maybe seven or eight viruses exited the spacecraft and made their towards the residence of the Great Nyan. The virus emissary strangely seemed to be the same onethat was currently visiting Andromodera, the same blind face, the same sharp toothed smile, the same hooded coat.
The viruses bowed down in front of the Great Nyan, then the Emissary began to speak.
"Great Nyan, our leader, the Alpha, wishes to establish trade between our two species. We have heard about your powerful Rainbow-beam technology, and, in exchange, wouldoffer you one of our newest, biokinetic weapon-technologies, The Seraphim-Beam."
With that, the emissary went silent, and awaited the Great Nyan's response.

Though your species are mostly a mystery to us, this Seraphim-Beam sounds quite powerful. We accept your offer of trade.
We will send some Nyan physists to collaborate with your own technical experts, on how best to implement this system on Poptartica.

Originally Posted by Lord of Cats

OOC: it’s amazing how I asked the same damn question as Spartan, and he immediately gets something, while I got no as an answer. That’s cool, man.

You demanded a gift of tech.
Spartan999 asked to trade tech.
Not the same thing.

If you'd like to propose a trade, you are welcome to do so.