Spacefarers (A Sci-fi RPG)

"Captain, we're picking up another ship" the Tracking Officer yelled.
"We are?" The Captain replied
"Course of action sir?"
"Take a defensive position, prepare the Marines for defence and we'll open up communications"
"Aye sir" the officers on the Bridge said.

The Captain turn his chair towards the main screen. The view of space was shown on several camera views lining up around the main picture, the silhouette of a potential ship.
Running a hand over his short blonde hair, The Captain tapped a part of the screen.
The camera view from the west bow-side of the ship showed the shape of a different vessel.

"We got two of them?" he asked.
"Looks like it sir" the Tracking Officer said
"I'm calling a meeting of my most important crew members. Get me Grigor, Lashee and Chuck ASAP."
"We're paging them now" the Navigation Officer replied.
"See what you can do about the communications." The Captain said to the Communications Officer
"Right away sir!" she replied.

The Column of Nuclear Winter slowed down in space as it examined the situation.
 
*The Colony jumps out of hyperspace near a nebula*

"Sir we have arrived at the nebula that our sensors picked up" stated the Chief Navigator as he turned towards the colony's captain.

"Very good, Johnson would you please alert the mining operators that they may begin scanning for any usable gas or minerals." Nodding towards the comm manager.

"Sir!!" one of the many men in charge of scanning bolted out of his chair, "We've just detected multiple ship signatures in the nebula!"

"Belay that message to Mining!" The captain was out of his chair now. "I want us ready to get out of here if things go south. Don't send any messages out unless hailed first, lets not bring unnecessary attention to ourselves. Lets just hope no one starts firing so this trip wasn't a waste of fuel."
 
IC:

A small Banshee flies past the Falcon from behind, apparently not noticing its presence.

"What the hell was that?"
"A small Covenant fighter," Ben replied, soundind slightly confused but unfazed. "But how is it this deep into space?"
"I don't know, I'm not picking up any Covenant cruisers in the area," Han replied.
"Grealeaeaeaealp!" Chewbacca interjected, pointing desperately out the cockpit.
"Everyone looked out the window. The Wookie's strong eyesight had allowed him to see it before his human counterparts, but soon enough they saw a large donut-shaped ring off to their right.
"What the hell is that? Where did it come from?"
Everyone turned to Yoda who had been monitoring the scanners.
"Me see donut-asteroid hours ago, thought it no biggie."
"No BIGGIE!" Ben was obviously pissed. "What the . .. .. .. . do you mean, 'no biggie'? Thats a HALO RING!"
"Oops."
 
Lucifer
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Crew: seventy Human Crewmen
400 automated Crewmembers (various types)
1 HAL mainframe

Equipment:
4 Brigid the Sining:
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36 MTR
various laser cannon and antifighter artillery (Bhall's Fire)

Defense:
Defensive Sheild

Lucifer is a rebell ship. The Republic of Quebec has fallen from the ideals it once upheld, and established a dictatorship. once a key part of the Space fleet of the Repuublic, it unumously mutinied from the Fleet, and is now fighting to return justice where it is most needed.

it is, of course, hunted by the Republic of Quebec, and the crew has become adept at space combat...
 
'Ostie! Captain, we have other ships on the screen."
"Maudit! enemies?"
"je ne sais pas..."
"Callise... all crew to battle stations!"

Red light flashes and sirens blare as the crew runs to thier appointed place.

Begin Transmission
Lucipher to all other ships in vicinity.

This is the domain of the Indpendant ship Lucipher. we wish you no harm, but we demand that you respect our Sovriengty.
 
OOC:

Umm lutzj, would you kindly not take canon characters flagrantly out of character? That's what I get for allowing canon characters and ships I guess... Honestly, I think you should change your ship... That post of yours is declared void... It may sound harsh, but I have enough experience running these games to smell potentially fatal ludicrousness a mile off...

Oh and Rheinmetall, make sure you type in novel format, not script, and certainly not a mixture of both...

Please don't double post berubeg...

IC:

"What do you make of it, lieutenant?"

The ship appeared to be some kind of freighter, about size of a Galaxy class starship. It was vibrantly colored and had three jets of bright blue flame rushing out the back of what were presumably engines. In spite all its rainbow colourings, though, it looked more than a little run down...

"I don't recognize the design," Kevin replied. "The computer doesn't seem to either, although it is somewhat similar to the old Clydesdale freighter designs..."

"Life signs?" Henry questioned.

"Picking up..." he began. "A couple of dozen, maybe? I can't be more specific than that, something's interfering with the short range scan, and it's not the nebula this time..."

"I see," Henry nodded.

"Sir, they're moving towards us..." said the helmsman.

"Try hailing..."

He was cut off mid-sentence by the perimeter alert klaxon. He tapped a button on his command chair's control panel and a small image appeared of a second approaching ship, just exiting the nebula. It was small and sleek, much longer than it was wide or tall, with an almost bladed appearance to the shape of its blue-trimmed hull... It approached slowly, almost seeming to drift out of the nebula, but clearly under power.

"The power readings from the second ship are falling off..." Kevin reported. "Looks like they're going into some kind of semi-silent running..."

"They're hailing us, sir," the Greek-accented communications officer piped up. "We're receiving an automated audio message..."

"On speakers..." ordered Henry.

Ensign Albert Harris was something of a potpourri of several different nationalities. A young man from the colonies, he had only recently been assigned to the Adelaide. Henry had been surprised by how well he had settled into his new role though... The young man tapped a few buttons, allowing a brief message to come through...

*This is Independent Ouagadougou, no hostile intentions*

"I'm picking up about 70 lifeforms on that ship, sir," Kevin mentioned.

"Sir, we're being hailed by another ship!" said Albert.

"I don't believe this, he's right, there's another ship approaching..." Kevin reported.

"We're are they all coming from?"

It was Dante Keating who had spoken. He was a generally jovial young officer of the junior lieutenant grade. He was a similar age to Kevin, perhaps slightly younger, a bit of a court jester off the bridge, but extremely attentive to his duties on the bridge. An odd combination, but one that Henry had learned to deal with...

"Put the ships on screen," said Henry. "Split screen between all three ships..."

The viewscreen changed to show all three incoming vessels. The newcomer was a grey vessel and slightly menacing looking, almost weapon shaped...

"Open an audio channel to the second hailing ship..."

Henry was slightly concerned about all this activity being focused on this one tiny little pocket of space. He was worried this might be a trap, even though the wildly different designs of the three ships seemed to preclude that possibility.

Albert was about to comply with the order when Kevin gave a loud "you've got to joking..."

"What is it?" Henry asked.

"There's a fourth incoming vessel," Kevin replied, astonished. "This one's a completely different design again, looks like a colony ship..."

"That's it," said Henry, rising from his seat. "I don't like this, go to yellow alert... But don't raise shields yet..." he added, exhaling audibly

"Aye sir," came the reply from the tactical station at the back of the bridge...

A barely audibly alarm klaxon was heard in the background...

"Put the fourth ship on screen with the others," said Henry.

The fourth ship appeared on screen. It was a big, clumsy looking thing with a hull shape that near defied description. It looked like it had been heavily retrofitted.

"The colony ship is powering engines and..." he paused. "You're not going to believe this..."

"A fifth ship?" Henry asked.

"I'm afraid so," Kevin replied.

"On screen with the others," he said, settling back into his chair and taking another ship form his coffee. He was getting used to this...

The main structure of the ship was something akin to a rounded rectangular prism with two large semi-cylindrical objects that looked like engines attached to it on struts. At the front was some kind of thick spire which could have been some kind of weapon. Both engines blasted a purple, fiery substance out the back...

"They're raising shields!" Kevin reported.

"Do the same..." Henry instantly replied.

Around the ship was instantly generated a powerful energy field. It was invisible and didn't cause a strong sensor reading, which was strange because any energy field should have caused the Adelaide to shine like a lighthouse on senors. That was just one of the many wonders of shield technology...

"They're hailing us sir," Albert reported. "On speakers, sir?"

"Yes..." Henry replied simply.

This is the domain of the Indpendant ship Lucipher. we wish you no harm, but we demand that you respect our Sovriengty.

"That sounded a little bit... French..." Dante commented.

"You always did have a gift for understatement, mr. Keating..." Henry replied. "Alright, any more ships approaching?"

"I'm not reading any..." Kevin replied. "I don't if that means anything, the nebula is interfering with our long range scans..."

"Well regardless..." Henry mused, taking another ship from his coffee. "Open a channel to all five ships..."

"Channel open, sir," Albert replied a few seconds later. "They may not respond, but they should hear you..."

"Very well..."

Henry cleared his throat and put on his best diplomat's voice...

"To all vessels in this area..." he began. "This is captain Henry Baker of the Federation starship Adelaide. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration and have no hostile intention. We are not here to intentionally infringe on anyone's sovereignty. Be advised our shields are just a precaution, I'm sure you can understand. from our perspective, six ships seemingly just so-happening to stumbling across each other like this is not something that happens every day... I feel this could be a great opportunity for cultural exchange between our peoples, however... please respond..."

"Well, the olive branch is extended..." said Kevin, seemingly unsure that this would have a good outcome. "What now, sir?"

"And now," Henry replied. "We wait..."
 
Captain Dragonhelper swung his chair to the Communications Officer. "One of the ships sir! They're hailing us!" she exclaimed to him

"Put it on the speakers and forward it to my viewscreen" The Captain said, turning back to his screen.
Below the screen, the Navigation, Weapons and Tracking Officers were busy at their stations.
"Charge up the MAC and prepare the Particle Accelerators. If they're going to attack us, we need to be ready" the Captain said to weapons.
"Aye sir, MAC capacitors are charging now"

The message played on the screen

"To all vessels in this area..." he began. "This is captain Henry Baker of the Federation starship Adelaide. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration and have no hostile intention. We are not here to intentionally infringe on anyone's sovereignty. Be advised our shields are just a precaution, I'm sure you can understand. from our perspective, six ships seemingly just so-happening to stumbling across each other like this is not something that happens every day... I feel this could be a great opportunity for cultural exchange between our peoples, however... please respond..."

The Captain listened to it again after hearing it. "Reduce power to the MAC. But don't discharge it completely. I'm not sure about the other ships" he said to the Weapons Officer

The Captain faced the screen and started his reply in his "diplomatic" voice. There a slight German accent to this one. Although he had a normal, non-accented voice due to years of education, he still enjoyed going back to his German heritage with that kind of slight accent in his diplomacy voice

"This is Captain R. Dragonhelper of the Column of Nuclear Winter. We come in peace Adelaide. Our weapons are in charging phases only as a precaution, so don't be alarmed. We're currently on an exploration mission like you guys are and we mean no harm unless it is brought to us first. The prospect of six ships in the area is something of alarm, but you should know that we're not a hostile"

He sighed and relaxed a bit, but stayed alert.

"Sir, the crew you called are here. They were playing poker in the mess hall" the intern replied over The Captain's headset.
"Thank you Muhammad. Bring them in"

A blue armoured Elite, stepped into the room, followed by a black armoured Grunt (Grunt symbol removed) and an ODST soldier in full combat gear, minus the helmet which lay at his side. His nametag read "Grigor Kalanin"
"You called for us comrade sir?" Grigor asked. He had that kind of face that only a loser of a game of poker would show. The Grunt looked quite happy, but that was because he was Chuck.The Elite seemed to look indifferent, but that was Lashee, so it didn't really matter

"We've got a few ships in this system and I think you need to hear this" The Captain said, facing the gathered group...
 
A small red LED was flashing in one of Ouagadougou's control screens.

"We are being scanned, the systems were shut down not a moment too soon. Hopefully they won't be able to see what we have here" said a young yellow-skinned female human, better known as Qi Yaong to the crew of Ouagadougou.
"There are some messages coming, apparently we have been surrounded by ships. The distances vary between 0.04 and 1.09 seconds. The EM scans are unreliable but graviton scanning shows that the ships' sizes vary. There's too much mess to make an accurate reading of them."
"What shall I say to them?"


"N'gangu, can you say anything of what you suppose they might be? One is threatening us but I don't have a clue what the others want. Nadia, raise the shields, just in case." The man who spoke now was the commander of the Ouagadougou, who had bought it in the first place and owned it. Well, perhaps not "owned" as the brothers didn't really have private property in that sense, he had just paid the most for it.

"Wait, another scanning result coming..
"It shows that most of the other ships are armed, so we can't afford to take any risks, especially with one which seems to have WHAT THE HECK DOZENS OF MISSILE TUBES???"
she was as stunned as everyone else on the ship
"That could destroy us with a single round if it decided to attack us, should the point-defense beams fail"

"Nadia, quick, get the guns ready too. If my years at the frontier have taught me anything it is never to trust in those who are about as powerful as you. If they are weak they are afraid. If they are strong they could just blow you up without need for calming but if they are equal, then the most cunning one wins, and I'm going to hold that position."

"So what do I say to them..?"

"Tell them the truth, they are too powerful to be pirates on the same side so if it ends up in a fight we won't be overwhelmed my numbers anyway"


---
Ouagadougou to all ships in vinicity:
*We are hunting pirates in these restless areas. Our shields are just a necessary precaution. We mean no harm to any honest citizens nor honourable smugglers. Backstabbers and pirates beware.*
---
 
Dan took measurements of the stars in the region, trying to locate himself on the map. Suddenly the computer alarmed him of the appearance of unidentified radiowave source. Quickly he checked the bearings of their sources.

"We're picking up radiowaves from atleast two of those ships. Perhaps a some sort of transmission, sir."

"Can you decipher it?"

"I'll try, sir."

"Half speed. I'll need to know hows the hyperdrive, before we run head first into trouble."

Trent flips the intercom switch named "Olsen" on his console. "Cap here. How's the drive?"

A crackling voice replied. "Cough! The main relay has shorted stuck. It has burned nearly all of the power supply wires. The ones that are left have hardly any insulation left."

"Can you fix it?"

"Yes sir! Have you ever had gum in your hair. Because that's excactly what peeling these wires from the molten insulation is going to be like. This mess takes longer to clean than to fix."

"How long?"

"Cough! Well, fixing the relay doesn't take long. I could temporarily rewire through the main corridor so we'd get the drive working sooner. A day, two days max."

"Pull the wires through the corridor, but try to arrange them so that nobody trips into them. I'll send Jens and Khan to help you once their shift begins."

Trent kills the intercomm, and resumes his conversation with Dan.

"Any luck with the transmission?"

"Atleast they both seem to be similar, sir."

"Could they be from the same fleet?"

"Too early to tell, sir."

"Run the weapons diagnostics, just in case, and double check that old punchy is loaded. I'm going to lunch."

Trent heads to the canteen, and curses his luck. Half a dozen unknown ships in vicinity and no hyperdrive.
 
"Sir we've received several transmissions, I bring them up on display:"

This is the domain of the Indpendant ship Lucipher. we wish you no harm, but we demand that you respect our Sovriengty.

The captain scratched his head, "Was that a French accent? I haven't heard that since we barely escaped that art planet that we got attacked on when one of the civilians said their five year old could paint better. That was an interesting stop. But even without the accent they could give us trouble since they "claimed" this area."

"Sir there's a few more":

This is captain Henry Baker of the Federation starship Adelaide. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration and have no hostile intention. We are not here to intentionally infringe on anyone's sovereignty. Be advised our shields are just a precaution, I'm sure you can understand. from our perspective, six ships seemingly just so-happening to stumbling across each other like this is not something that happens every day... I feel this could be a great opportunity for cultural exchange between our peoples, however... please respond...

"Oh good a Federation ship, they usually trade fairly and we've been treated well by them before. Just as long as no one's smuggling anything this time." The captain looks suspiciously around the room. "Any more?"

"Yes Sir.":

*We are hunting pirates in these restless areas. Our shields are just a necessary precaution. We mean no harm to any honest citizens nor honourable smugglers. Backstabbers and pirates beware.*

"Well I don't think we'll get any trouble from them. Unless we get mistaken for pirates again. Captain rolls his eyes and sighs. "Was that the last one?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good prepare to send our own message:

To all ships in the area, I am the captain of Drifter Colony 1584-A. We mean no one any harm. We are simply here to mine the area for minerals and gases, which is all legal as this area has no claim beacons. We will precede with this shortly so do not be alarmed if droids fly past your ship. We are open to any trading and will allow members of you ships aboard if they want a rest leave as our ship is similar to a city on board."

"Well there goes the message now let's just wait."
 
OOC: What is the Universe like in this game? What has the Earth become? Are there other sentient species?

IC:
"To all ships in the area, I am the captain of Drifter Colony 1584-A. We mean no one any harm. We are simply here to mine the area for minerals and gases, which is all legal as this area has no claim beacons. We will precede with this shortly so do not be alarmed if droids fly past your ship. We are open to any trading and will allow members of you ships aboard if they want a rest leave as our ship is similar to a city on board."
"Nothing to be afraid of, that one. I think we should turn the PD alert level to low so their droids won't get destroyed."

"It's done now, you can tell them it's free space around us." This time the speaker was another woman, with a soft slavic accent. "Ze, should we try to trade with them as our cargo bay is half full of useless junk we could unload on them?"

"Yes, Nadia, I actually think so. Yuri, have you managed to get the docking bay open?"
the commander turned towards a hairy and bearded middle-aged man

"Niet, comrade. It's still tightly shut after that ***** Vlk's ship almost made a hole in our hull."

"Vlk Kieslowskcz, the old ****** who didn't quite understand the ways of the Frontier, well atleast he got what he deserved and we got what he hadn't deserved."

Suddenly the ship began to rattle fiercely.

"What is that?"

"I think Greg got it open, all we need to do now is to fix the hole he made..."

"I sometimes hate this old bucket.." he muttered under his breath.

"Don't we all sometimes?"

---
*The space around Ouagadougou is now cleared for passing drones. We might be interested in trading, depends on what you have.*
---


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Ouagadougou on the edge of the nebula
 
Captain Dragonhelper perused the other communications as they came in on the speakers and viewscreen (video and just audio waves if there is no video).

"Sounds like we have a few friendlies. But can we trust them?" Lashee asked.
"One of them wants to trade. We could use better food" Grigor said
"I have to agree on that. But the better the food, the quicker it goes. But we can't pass up an opportunity like this. We can always make more of the slop" The Captain said

"We are interested in trade, Drifter Colony 1584-A. We're in need of some good food supplies. However, we're a military vessel, so we don't have much to exchange with in goods. We carry a lot of ammunition and weaponry."
The Captain said to the screen, now focused on the Drifter Colony
 
I don't have a pic yet but I want a light Carrier/light Cruiser

It will have 5 main plasma guns and hold 20 fighters. I will try to imagine specifications but It will hold 300 men. I will get pic soon!


I like the A wing Carrier, but it is copyrighted.


I don't have paint or image shack (cuss you haxors!) But I trust that some friends can add a tricannon on the top and 2 small ones on the bridge sides.
 
OOC: Doodle up something using Paint. Or find a copyrighted picture and modify it. That's how I got my Frigate done... I found a screenshot of Aegis Fate from Sandtrap and modified it
 
To: All Ships

The Lucipher would be glad to trade with any ships in the area.

We have raided/ detroyed many pirates, and heve ammassed a collection of art and minerals and a smattering of other nicknacks.

as we are getting short of supplies, not being able to return to any Earth colonized planet, we are willing to trade/sell for any supplies.

to the drifter colony:

Would you be willing to hire us as escort/ protection?
 
"Might I interject Captain" came another voice, this one sounding female.
The Captain tuned towards the hologram projector next to the screen. This was reserved for the ship's AI

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(I found this picture a while ago and I uploaded it a while ago. It's Isis from Age of mythology. Think of the AI looking like her without that headdress thing and with long black hair.)

"Sure thing Isis. What do you have in mind?" The Captain said
"I have reprogrammed a few of the emergency nanite pods. They can't build any more pods or nanites, but we can trade these pods for the food. We can always manufacture more from the nearby asteroids" the woman replied.
"Now that's good thinking. Everyone can use repair droids, and nanites can also harden materials down to a tiny level" The Captain said.
"I have already sent the pods to the nearest shuttle bay. Mind if I use one of the Phantoms for cargo transport?" Isis replied
"Sure thing, I'll send the message now to the colony" The Captain said
Isis then vanished off the projector.

Grigor commented "Looking good... but I thought AIs would be blue or something and covered in symbols"
"That's her chosen form. AIs always set themselves to one form. In the case of Isis, she chose something that looks good and isn't blue and symbol covered. They can't all look like Cortana" The Captain replied to Grigor
"Also, it means that we can't see what she's thinking. With a normal AI, the symbols are a dead giveaway of thoughts." Lashee added.

"Attention Colony Ship. This is Captain Dragonhelper. We have found some trade goods we can use for food supplies. We've got a few nanite pods with us which can be used to upgrade armour or to repair damage to it. We're willing to trade these valuable pods" The Captain spoke into the viewscreen which was still focused on the Drifter Colony

(I don't think I know what I'm talking about with the AI stuff)
 
OOC:

Forgive me if Henry's personality seems a bit off in this post...

IC:

Henry pondered the situation. Intercepting and listening in on other people's transmissions wasn't a particularly noble thing to do, but it seemed necessary in this case. Thus far they had only intercepted three transmissions that hadn't been sent out as a general transmission, or directed specifically at the Adelaide, all three of which had been to the ship that had identified itself as the "Drifter Colony".

He could understand the apprehension captain Dragonhelper, as strange a name as that was, as it was the same apprehension he felt himself about the situation. None-the-less, he felt he should make a gesture of good faith, now that a dialogue was beginning to be established.

"Alright," he said slowly. "Let's stand down yellow alert, drop shields..."

"Is that a good idea?"

Tabatha Siege was proud, and rightly so. The Adelaide wasn't the most prestigious ship in the fleet, but she wasn't here for the prestige. A strong-willed woman, also an Australian like her captain, she had never quite felt that her destiny lied with her father's outback farmland. Not that she didn't feel at home there, but more that there were "greater outbacks to conqueror" as her father had rather aptly put it. Indeed, that was it exactly... So here she was, a lieutenant commander, serving out on the very edge of explored, intent on helping to tame this last great outback...

Henry could also understand her concern, but he felt the gesture was more important. None of the other ships had made any threatening moves, and it looked like some of them might not be able to even if they wanted to. This was not a coherent ambush fleet, that was plain obvious. Surely they would have opened fire by now or at least made some kind of ultimatum if they were. And their movements... the movements of five individual ships with five individual agendas, not five ships working together as a fleet...

"Maybe not..." he replied. "But I want to let them know our intentions are pure. Drop the shields, lieutenant..."

"Aye sir..." she replied after a moment... "Shields down, sir..."

"Good," he sat back in his seat. "Now, ship-to-ship, hail all vessels..."

"Channel open sir," Albert replied.

"To all ships," he began, putting on his diplomat's voice again. "Forgive us for eavesdropping, but I would say that subspace radio isn't the best medium through which to conduct negotiations... Since there are so many of us here and, I think it would be a good idea for an open conference. We invite representatives from all your ships to join us, here on the Adelaide, where we may all discuss trade further. We are particularly interested cultural exchange between our peoples. So, what say you? Shall we meet face-to-face?"
 
To all ships, forgive us for eavesdropping, but I would say that subspace radio isn't the best medium through which to conduct negotiations... Since there are so many of us here and, I think it would be a good idea for an open conference. We invite representatives from all your ships to join us, here on the Adelaide, where we may all discuss trade further. We are particularly interested cultural exchange between our peoples. So, what say you? Shall we meet face-to-face?

The audio and video link was shut off by Captain Dragonhelper
He looked back at his gathered crew. "Any volunteers for this mission of representation?" he asked.
Lashee immediately stepped forward from the group, almost knocking Grigor aside in the sudden shift forward.
"So we have two volunteers?" The Captain asked
"I'll go, but only as an escort guard comrade sir" Grigor said
"That's good thinking son. You'll be sent with Lashee to escort in this diplomacy mission" The Captain stated.
He threw Grigor a small package. "If negotiations so sour though, you'll know what to do" he added to the surprised ODST
"Isn't that a bit excessive?" Lashee asked, then added quickly "sir?"
"We got to take precautions" The Captain replied to the questioning Elite.

He turned towards the viewscreen and focused the audio and video onto The Adelaide. "We've accepted your offer of a face-to-face meeting. I'm sending my representative Milizee Lashee and her escort guard, Grigor Kalanin. Make sure their welcome isn't too cold please" he said to Henry
 
"To all ships, Forgive us for eavesdropping, but I would say that subspace radio isn't the best medium through which to conduct negotiations... Since there are so many of us here and, I think it would be a good idea for an open conference. We invite representatives from all your ships to join us, here on the Adelaide, where we may all discuss trade further. We are particularly interested cultural exchange between our peoples. So, what say you? Shall we meet face-to-face?"

"This seems like a pretty decent offer. So who will go there? N'gangu, you certainly should go, because if anyone has something to offer in cultural exchange it's you."

An old black man nodded.

"I shall be going there too, unarmed of course. We'd just get into trouble if we tried to carry sensible defenses there."

---
*We have accepted your offer, and the commander and captain of Ouagadougou are coming*
---
 
Dan picked up more radiowave samples while trying to comprehend the correct format. The other ships manouvered slowly on his screen. Finally he heard something that could be distorted speech. Carefully adjusting the playback settings he managed to play a part of a message. "on the Adelaide, where we may all discuss trade further. We are particularly intere"

Dan flipped captains intercomm on. "Sir, I can interpret those radiowave transmissions."

Trent rushed to the bridge with a opened can of spam in his hand, a knife on his other and a large loaf of bread on his teeth.

Dan played the message. "on the Adelaide, where we may all discuss trade further. We are particularly intere"

Trent placed his meal on his computer screen and sat down.

"Radiowave transmissions talking english? How's this possible?" Trent looked puzzled.

"Do we still have our radio equipment?"

"Herb might know better, but I think it's broken. Besides ours wouldn't pierce the interference from the nebula."

Flips a switch. "Herb?"

"What's it cap?"

"Does our radio equipment still work?"

"Radio? What in the heavens name you need that for. It's been broken for... I can't even remember how long."

"Can you fix it?"

"Fix the radio? I don't even remember where it is. Why it's so important?"

"We've got unknown ships in range transmitting audible english in radio."

"We do? Why doesn't anyone tell me anything. OK I'll see what I can do. Send somebody clean this mess while I search for the radio."

Trent switched off the intercomm and took a bite from his hastily prepared bread. "Keep monitoring those radio transmissions. We need every bit of information we can get."

"How about the intercomm, sir?"

"What about it?" Asked Trent.

"Well it can transmit radio too. Although the modulation is fixed. And it's very weak powered." Dan seemed to realize the obstacles piling on his idea. "The range is too great and the nebula is interfering. I guess it would be hopeless."

Trent pondered his options for a while. "Let's send them particles. We picked up their radio. If they are clever enough they will pick it up.

Dan swithed half a dozen switched on his console wrote a few short commands to the computer. "All channels open. All ships targeted, sir."

Trent tried to think of a suitable message. "This is Captain Trent Levy from mining barge Nubolten. We have picked up your radio transmissions. We have no means to transmit radio ourselves, but I can assure you we mean no harm."

A thin particle stream hit the hull of every ship in the area.

"Keep sending that every five minutes, and monitor the radio in case someone replies. If we don't get a response in 1 hour change the frequency and try again. I'm going to finish my meal."
 
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