Ampelas Rooted

Ampelas Rooted

Ampelas, the last inhabited sky keep of the K'Chain Che'Malle. This sky keep was uprooted and used decisively in the last battle against the K'Chain Nah'ruk citadels, along with Kalse Uprooted, wherein Matron Gunth'an Acyl perished. Shaped in the form of the dragon Ampelas himself, this keep could house over 30,000 K'Chain, though there hasn't been as many Che'Malle for centuries... Until now. The Che'Malle have colonised an entire solar system, and the sky keeps of old have been rebuilt. Ampelas has fallen behind in regards to weapons and flight capabilities and as such has been rooted once again to serve as the Matrons throne. This is the home of the Acyl brood, seat of Matriarch Gunth Mach and the heart of the reborn K'Chain civilisation. As speech with the K'Chain Che'Malle is currently impossible for most races, Destriant Karaban has been chosen to parley with the other intelligent of the new worlds. Karaban, a human, is the descendant of Kalyth, the first Destriant appointed by Gunth'an Acyl herself. Though the original role of Destriant is unknown, they have now taken the role of ambassador and advisor to the Matron.

To request an audience with Destriant Karaban, send your emissaries to the foot of Ampelas Rooted, and please do not be insulted if you are not allowed entry into the Keep. Be glad, in fact.

The Protoss ambassador waits at the foot of Ampelas Rooted and awaits for an audience:

"We are the Protoss, we have many things we can offer and would like to trade with you"

Destriant Karaban is happy to tell the Protoss that their offer of trade is accepted.

The Basestar Questionable Ethics and a Number 2 humanoid Cylon is selected by the Ruling Council to establish contact with the Acyl Brood. Q-E warps space around her and begins the long journey to the other arm of the galaxy. The Number 2 model, named Samuel, decides to put himself in suspended animation instead of suffering months of boredom.
Eventually the diplomatic warship winks into existence near the home-star of the Acyl. She revives Samuel and sends a signal to the capital of the Brood:
[swept beam, M1, trajectory @ n4.30.640.0782]
xImperial Cylon Basestar, Questionable Ethics
oSky-keep, Ampelas Uprooted
Greetings, fellow sentients. We come on behalf of the Cylon Empire to establish diplomatic relations with your people. May I approach your homeworld and may our representative be granted an audience by any of your representatives? We look forward toward your reply.
∞
(End signal file.)

The Basestar decelerates to match velocity with the sky-keep. Samuel boards a Heavy Raider and prepares to fly over when a reply signal is received from these reptilians.

[Start of telegram]

Greetings fellow sentient species stop The Intergalactic United Penguin Nations wish to start trading goods stop Will you accept questionstop

[End of telegram]

xSky-keep, Ampelas Uprooted
oImperial Cylon Basestar, Questionable Ethics
Greetings to you also. You may approach, Destriant Karaban will await you at the foot of Ampelas.
(End signal file.)


OOC: See how lazy I am with RP? Shame I didn't get Niel deGrasse Tyson to come over.



[Start of telegram to Penguin Nation]
Of course, we would be happy to trade with the nation of flightless birds.
[End of telegram]

Originally Posted by High Fist

xSky-keep, Ampelas Uprooted
oImperial Cylon Basestar, Questionable Ethics
Greetings to you also. You may approach; Destriant Karaban will await you at the foot of Ampelas.
(End signal file.)

Samuel decides to give a short bow to the human representative of the Acyl Brood before speaking. “I have come on behalf of the Cylon race to discuss the establishment of Trade Agreements with your people. Though we have bad experiences with other reptilian species, we are willing to pursue friendly relations with the Acyl. We offer you a vast array of manufactured material goods that our molecular assemblers can create for you. I wonder what you could offer us in exchange? Are there any skills or knowledge you would wish to share with us?” the humanoid Cylon scratches at his chin.

“If we can agree to a Trade Treaty then we may move on to other… important matters concerning the security and prosperity of the galaxy (no less!)” Samuel hooks his thumbs under his belt, looking confident, and waits for Karaban’s response.

OOC: I LOVE Neil deGrasse Tyson! A great astrophysicist and wonderful person. I’m glad he’s trying to get Americans excited about something other than sports and celebrities.

Yeah, I laughed when you put him in as a Cylon. He's a damn cool dude.

IC: Destriant Karaban is equally polite to the Cylon ambassador, bowing low. After listening to his words, Karaban nods his head. "Tylium is found aplenty on many of the asteroids, moons and planets here," he says. "We would be happy to exchange this ore with the commodities of your people. Perhaps in the future more goods can be shared between us?"

"As for the other, more important matters, I am eager to hear them".

Originally Posted by High Fist

Destriant Karaban is equally polite to the Cylon ambassador, bowing low. After listening to his words, Karaban nods his head. "Tylium is found aplenty on many of the asteroids, moons and planets here," he says. "We would be happy to exchange this ore with the commodities of your people. Perhaps in the future more goods can be shared between us?"

"As for the other, more important matters, I am eager to hear them."

“More Tylium ore to fuel our industries is appreciated,” Samuel grins. “May our trade ties make each of our people experience greater prosperity!”

The Cylon stands and hands the Acyl representative a device which brings up a holographic screen. “Our deep-space probes have discovered a race that poses a threat to you and perhaps the entire galaxy,” he says gravely.

Data File on the Requian

Name of Faction: Requian Creatures Name of Capital: Requia [37;66] Faction Leader(s): The Gubernatrix Species Type: terrifying creatures, the Requian are bred for war and the complete extermination of other species. They serve the will of the Gubernatrix. Government Type: Hive mind or Group mind (a single collective consciousness which controls all other creatures through telepathy). Economic System: none Official Language(s): Creatures communicate through a form of telepathy. Outsiders can only communicate with the Gubernatrix. Official Religion(s): worship of the Gubernatrix. Faction Colour: Grey (r:127, g:127, b:127) Faction Military: Ground forces: The Requians tactic is to completely overwhelm their adversary with endless swarms of creatures. From the little that is known of them, there are various different classes of Requians each with their own strengths and weaknesses, and they have an incredible skill to adapt to their surroundings. Space fleets: Currently there are 3 known fleet classes of the Requians. The small, spawner ships, which instead of carrying weaponry, carry pods, which are launched onto enemy ships. The pods release the Requians to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting crew. The larger, hive ships, which are heavily weaponised and well shielded. And the Superhive is the flagship of the Requians. Faction History: Little is known about these creatures, and no-one knows where they came from or what brought them to this galaxy, but their threat cannot be ignored. The previous inhabitants of the Requians home planet, the Humanoid 'Haverians,' first encountered these creatures when a mysterious spacecraft smashed through their atmosphere, and crashed into the planet. Out of the wreckage emerge the countless hordes of the Requian creatures. Despite being a relatively advanced people, it took little more than 2 months for the Requians to exterminate every last Haverian who did not escape the planet. 6 months out, and the planet was completely terraformed; unrecognizable to those few Haverians that escaped. That was almost a millennia ago, and the Requians have since been in a dormant state, but now they awaken, and are ready to wreak havoc on the galaxy.

When Karaban finishes reading the file, the Cylon continues his speech. “They are a type of hegemonising swarm that cannot be reasoned with. They will keep expanding until they reach your dominion, and then they will swarm you. Your valuable sky-keeps will be infested and your troops severely outnumbered by the Creatures.
But do not despair! You are not alone. The Cylon Empire offers the Acyl Brood an Alliance Treaty. We will work together to defend our systems from the Requian swarms and secure peace and prosperity in the galaxy. Cylon Basestars will secure wormhole entrances to your galactic arm, and move fleets to assist you where needed. If you accept, it will be the first step towards an Anti-Requian Alliance (ARC).
What do you say to this proposal?” Samuel asks while offering a hand to shake.

Several days later, Karaban springs back to life! "This is grave news indeed. We shall have to prepare, and ensure that we do not become overextended as we expand. Thank you for this information, you show good faith and goodwill. The Acyl Brood accepts your offer of an alliance.

Originally Posted by High Fist

Several days later, Karaban springs back to life! "This is grave news indeed. We shall have to prepare, and ensure that we do not become overextended as we expand. Thank you for this information, you show good faith and goodwill. The Acyl Brood accepts your offer of an alliance.

Samuel bows to the human representative of the Acyl after shaking hands. “I am glad we have forged this treaty to further our people’s mutual interests (namely: survival). Our technological discoveries will be shared and our forces will fight alongside each other against the Requian. Thank you for your time. This has been a most productive meeting.” The Cylon ambassador walks back to the Heavy Raider which will take him back to the Basestar, Questionable Ethics, for the journey home.

At the throne of the Monarch, in a flash of bright light, a male emissary appears, "Greetings, our queen is unavailable at the moment, I am her diplomat, we may talk through me."He bows, "Before you ask,I am being showed as a neural projection. Neural Projection is a technique where the brain is connected to the Queoa, and a 'holographic' version is displayed."
"We wish to trade."