The Senate

The same chuckle only much louder burst free, Keriier was clearly enjoying this, "wait, you are to tell me that this wormhole leads to another galaxy... another dimension, possibly...? Did you also know that these wormholes are another form of black hole, the gravatational forces would crush anything and anyone foolish to even come close... even if you were to get near, by the time you left time iteself would've passed damatically!" he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still giggling deeply.

Originally posted by Aliies
The same chuckle only much louder burst free, Keriier was clearly enjoying this, "wait, you are to tell me that this wormhole leads to another galaxy... another dimension, possibly...? Did you also know that these wormholes are another form of black hole, the gravatational forces would crush anything and anyone foolish to even come close... even if you were to get near, by the time you left time iteself would've passed damatically!" he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still giggling deeply.

AOR moved calmly, only to smile at his ridicule, "You may wish to wipe that tear from you eye. Any Tamaranian would know that the galaxy before them is the Vega System." It was now AOR's turn to laugh, but his was short and well enjoyed. "You once again underestimate my people's abilities to prove the impossible possible. True worm hole are in theory dangerous. The space and time fabric that is contested is a measured on a phenomenal scale. And the ability to traverse such a plain is unprecedented. However," AOR was interrupted by the intercom system informing them on their arrival to Kamino. "Ah, we're here. Come. Now I can better explain our discoveries.

The Kaminoan was given quite the start as the hulking Keriier jumped to his feet, his face contorted in pure rage... "Do you have any concept of what you have just said? YOU MISTOOK ME FOR A TAMARANEAN, by all means now you have given me a reason to snap you clean in two unless you give me a reason not to!" He screamed, shaking the entire ship with such decibels that issued from his enormous throat; to mistake a Tamarean for a Tamaranean was the worst insult known by their culture as the 'great enemy' he spoke of were exactly that. ((Nice going AOR, as a role-play I can't let that slide... 😛 this character is from my story Tides of Blue: Warsong and you just accidentally guessed their great enemy, I'ts originally based from the race of people as seen on the TV show Teen Titans but I've been working on history and culture of them, creating an enemy that became the Sapphire Tamareans, unlike the EMERALD Tamaraneans of Tamaran... believe me, I'm not ripping this off cheaply, I've put alot of work into it...))

(( check this out if you want to get a glimpse into the concept of the story, It's only a rough sketch but is still pretty good for what I want...))

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/Warsong.jpg

Originally posted by Aliies
The Kaminoan was given quite the start as the hulking Keriier jumped to his feet, his face contorted in pure rage... "Do you have any concept of what you have just said? YOU MISTOOK ME FOR A TAMARANEAN, by all means now you have given me a reason to snap you clean in two unless you give me a reason not to!" He screamed, shaking the entire ship with such decibels that issued from his enormous throat; to mistake a Tamarean for a Tamaranean was the worst insult known by their culture as the 'great enemy' he spoke of were exactly that. ((Nice going AOR, as a role-play I can't let that slide... 😛 this character is from my story Tides of Blue: Warsong and you just accidentally guessed their great enemy, I'ts originally based from the race of people as seen on the TV show Teen Titans but I've been working on history and culture of them, creating an enemy that became the Sapphire Tamareans, unlike the EMERALD Tamaraneans of Tamaran... believe me, I'm not ripping this off cheaply, I've put alot of work into it...))

[You mis-understood my post...]

AOR stood looking up at his guest bellow his threat, "If you are finished with your ranting," he said wiping the spit from his face, "you misunderstood my statement. True any TAMARANEAN would recognize his or her own galaxy. And although your DNA structure prove similar in certain anatomical areas, no genetics scientist could ever confuse the two. Didn't you get our most recent discovery?"

((About what part did you mean, miss-understanding your post? and by the way, I'm not angry at you; my character is pi$$ed at the Kaminoan in the RPG only, sorry if it seemed any different ^.^))

Keriier extended his open palm upwards before the Kaminoan; the muscles along tensed and his fingers curled into a fist... as his hand opened sharply again, a reaction appeared in the center of hs palm which grew into a bruning blue ball of energy; if a Jedi saw this, they would see only pure force-energy...

"...Once again... We are not Tamaranean! anything we have in common is irrelevant, we are Tamarean, they are Tamaranean... No discussion..." (I'm going for the Goa'uld/Tok'Ra thing where they're almost the same except for traditions and beliefs) the burst of energy dissapated as he wrapped his large fingers around it, wlaking down the boarding ramp and onto the landing pad; his hostile expression had vanished as he did not wish to even remeber their conversation without risking the Kaminoan's life...

Originally posted by Aliies
((About what part did you mean, miss-understanding your post? and by the way, I'm not angry at you; my character is pi$$ed at the Kaminoan in the RPG only, sorry if it seemed any different ^.^))

Keriier extended his open palm upwards before the Kaminoan; the muscles along tensed and his fingers curled into a fist... as his hand opened sharply again, a reaction appeared in the center of hs palm which grew into a bruning blue ball of energy; if a Jedi saw this, they would see only pure force-energy...

"...Once again... We are not Tamaranean! anything we have in common is irrelevant, we are Tamarean, they are Tamaranean... No discussion..." (I'm going for the Goa'uld/Tok'Ra thing where they're almost the same except for traditions and beliefs) the burst of energy dissapated as he wrapped his large fingers around it, wlaking down the boarding ramp and onto the landing pad; his hostile expression had vanished as he did not wish to even remeber their conversation without risking the Kaminoan's life...

[I know, but then again you RP for your character, and what you and understand so does your character. However, what I have in store is quite the nifty plot twist...]

AOR blinked out of astonishment, perplexed as to what just accured. He scurried down the exit ramp, and caught up to his towering guest. "You didn't answer my quetion?" he asked trying hard to keep up with his quick moving friend. "Did you here about the pirates confessions?"

"I have not..." he said idly, walking towards the entrance into the facility from the landing pad; his long legs propelling him s such his companion was nearly at a jog to keep up.

As they entered, the first thing the giant noticed was that these Kaminoans enjoyed streamlined architechture as the hallways were a bright yet soft white with ultra-polished floors and windows that were almost mirrors in certain light; AOR's feet made no sound on the smooth surface underfoot yet Keriier's gargatuan boots made him audible from quite a distance away.

Originally posted by Aliies
"I have not..." he said idly, walking towards the entrance into the facility from the landing pad; his long legs propelling him s such his companion was nearly at a jog to keep up.

As they entered, the first thing the giant noticed was that these Kaminoans enjoyed streamlined architechture as the hallways were a bright yet soft white with ultra-polished floors and windows that were almost mirrors in certain light; AOR's feet made no sound on the smooth surface underfoot yet Keriier's gargatuan boots made him audible from quite a distance away.

"Oh dear," AOR said worriedly, "that is a problem. Would you like to hear them? You see, it turned out that the pirates where keeping hold of this worm hole for a long time. And it was most intriguing when an alien convoy ship came out through the wormhole and was fired upon by the pirates. The pirates, however, under estimated the alien escort's and both were utterly destroyed beyond assistance. By the time we got there, there was an injured pirate pilot that was hanging on by the threads of life. When we nursed him back to help, we applied a raw yet distilled form of Valium into his system." The strange pair entered a room, that was an extreme adjustment to the eyes, as the room was very dark; the walls were lined with a dark blue glowing line that housed a white dot that followed this line around the room. AOR walked up to the main terminal and pressed a few sequence of buttons that began playing a recording:

???:ANSWER US, WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?!?!

*the sound of spit was heard, and then a slap and thumb from the man falling*

???:Get him up. Give him 20 more grams of the Valium.

*the voice of AOR could be heard objecting the order*

AOR: But that would kill him....

???: Just do it.

AOR: No...*there was silence, and then the pirate was screaming. AOR twitched turning this part of the recording.*

Pirate: Alright, AHHHH, alright *he was panting* Tamaranean, VEGA, AHHHHHH.....*there was silence. and the recording ended*

"The man did not live long, his body went under cardiac arrest. But I knew he died because his mind collapsed. There is more to us Kimonians than meets the eyes." He walked towards another Kimonian and whispered in an alien language. The Kimonian bowed and left the room. "The reason I introduce the map to you is, if our inquires be true, the Tamaranean race has found a manner of creating wormholes. And seeing as you seem to be fighting for our borders, the have found a hole in the wall. If they choose to invade, we will already be waiting for them. If not, we have enough information on the alien space craft that as destroyed during the pirate attack for both the structural and technical engineering to traverse this plain. But it is all just theory now, we need more..."

"I've heard stories... the technologically inferior race had begun to experiment with hyperdrive, not knowing what they had created... but it was all just rumors and speculations..."

((Did you mean that the Tamaranean's name was Vega? a bit odd for one of their race... should be more like Allakand'R or Teranak... Vega? O.o interesting though ^.^))

"...so they actually invented something useful... until now they have relied upon their outnumbering us six to one, perhaps it is now that we too..." he was unable to finish, his gauntlet upon his left wrist had begun to emit a steady beeping tone; he raised it to eye-level and spoke, "X'Hal!" he said as their native greeting, "Zhe'lakentai, Aliies yzekanor elakatazie..." an image of a dark-skinned girl of his race appeared on the small screen imbedded within the gauntlet, this was Aliies, Keriier's daughter, "Zangor, ethaani ekarlikee, Makariiah zhelanne'tai..." she said, her voice sounded monotonous and flat, void of emotion.

"Keriier yuiletak, inezha..." he replied, tapping a button on the device to shut it off, "Forgive me, but we must speed this along; our shipyards at the Makariiahn province has come under attack and as 1st commander of the Jinn'Ttark fleet, I am required..."

Originally posted by Aliies
"I've heard stories... the technologically inferior race had begun to experiment with hyperdrive, not knowing what they had created... but it was all just rumors and speculations..."

((Did you mean that the Tamaranean's name was Vega? a bit odd for one of their race... should be more like Allakand'R or Teranak... Vega? O.o interesting though ^.^))

"...so they actually invented something useful... until now they have relied upon their outnumbering us six to one, perhaps it is now that we too..." he was unable to finish, his gauntlet upon his left wrist had begun to emit a steady beeping tone; he raised it to eye-level and spoke, "X'Hal!" he said as their native greeting, "Zhe'lakentai, Aliies yzekanor elakatazie..." an image of a dark-skinned girl of his race appeared on the small screen imbedded within the gauntlet, this was Aliies, Keriier's daughter, "Zangor, ethaani ekarlikee, Makariiah zhelanne'tai..." she said, her voice sounded monotonous and flat, void of emotion.

"Keriier yuiletak, inezha..." he replied, tapping a button on the device to shut it off, "Forgive me, but we must speed this along; our shipyards at the Makariiahn province has come under attack and as 1st commander of the Jinn'Ttark fleet, I am required..."

[Yeah, ermm...]

AOR recognized the urgency, and turned to meet the Kimonian he had sent away. The Kimonian was carrying a strange syring. "This is to extract the cloning DNA. I always ask this of all my hosts in the past, is there something you would like modified? We would automatically rectify any genetic impurities, to to be rude, only to entrust the most fit of warriors. But would you care for anything in general?"

((I presume you are speaking to Keriier as the prospected host...))

THe man took a few audible steps backwards, staring first at the needle then to the weilder, his face wore the look of both repulsion and horror "You dare to speak of cloning and impurities in the Tamarean genetic code... you intend to clone me? This is why you have dragged me to your establishment as so to clone a Tamarean?" he gathered himself and stretched up, extending his head to full height at around 7.9 feet from the ground, "Cloning and mistaking one of my people for our enemy are the two most vile insults of our most ancient traditions... You, my dear sir have done both of such in so-short an amount of time..."

With that, he spun upon his heavy heels and strolled out of the building and returning to the landing pad, turning to the tiny Kaminoan as he had followed him out hurredly.
The trasport they had arrived on was removed for storage and maintenance, revealling a sleek two-man craft with uni-lateral wings that hovered steadily mere inches from the ground; the cockpit had folded away like the petals of a flower, showing a short young girl of the dark-skinned Tamarean race, "Zangor, Kirenathii!" she called over the howling wind that had picked up.

Keriier turned and just glared at the Cloner, "We will return to the senate to Debate our case once more... I will forget the many insults you have offered accidentally as I know you are not versed in our culture... Good day" he muttered though it were night on the planet, jumping into the seat behind the girl which made the craft dip from the weight, nearly scraping the ground before the canopy folded back together and the nimble ship flipped it's wings from the idle position and rocketed off the landing pad, leaving a soft blue trail from the ionic-plasma afterburners that scorched the air; the washback from the blasting engines swept over the Kaminoan AOR, nearly knocking him from his feet.

((Keriier's pretty full-on, isn't he? It took ages to refine his character for my story as this wasn't something I just made up... 🙂 hope he didn't offend you!))

Originally posted by Aliies
((I presume you are speaking to Keriier as the prospected host...))

THe man took a few audible steps backwards, staring first at the needle then to the weilder, his face wore the look of both repulsion and horror "You dare to speak of cloning and impurities in the Tamarean genetic code... you intend to clone me? This is why you have dragged me to your establishment as so to clone a Tamarean?" he gathered himself and stretched up, extending his head to full height at around 7.9 feet from the ground, "Cloning and mistaking one of my people for our enemy are the two most vile insults of our most ancient traditions... You, my dear sir have done both of such in so-short an amount of time..."

With that, he spun upon his heavy heels and strolled out of the building and returning to the landing pad, turning to the tiny Kaminoan as he had followed him out hurredly.
The trasport they had arrived on was removed for storage and maintenance, revealling a sleek two-man craft with uni-lateral wings that hovered steadily mere inches from the ground; the cockpit had folded away like the petals of a flower, showing a short young girl of the dark-skinned Tamarean race, "Zangor, Kirenathii!" she called over the howling wind that had picked up.

Keriier turned and just glared at the Cloner, "We will return to the senate to Debate our case once more... I will forget the many insults you have offered accidentally as I know you are not versed in our culture... Good day" he muttered though it were night on the planet, jumping into the seat behind the girl which made the craft dip from the weight, nearly scraping the ground before the canopy folded back together and the nimble ship flipped it's wings from the idle position and rocketed off the landing pad, leaving a soft blue trail from the ionic-plasma afterburners that scorched the air; the washback from the blasting engines swept over the Kaminoan AOR, nearly knocking him from his feet.

((Keriier's pretty full-on, isn't he? It took ages to refine his character for my story as this wasn't something I just made up... 🙂 hope he didn't offend you!))

(No worries,)

"Why I never," AOR muttered and he slowly walked back into the cloning facility. Just then a down pour, common to Kamino, began. AOR, while walking back to the main terminal chamber, was intercepted by a human friend, "You shouldn't have brought him here. Your inexplicable urge to study everything almost got you killed. They are different race, and for that they must be left alone. But it is at your discretion whether to begin the cloning factory or assist them in another way."

"What more is there to do?" AOR asked frustrated realizing he was now at square one, "we showed him the tape behind pirate attacks. WE EVEN GAVE HIM A NAME! But it was indifferent to him, fighting is all the brute ever wanted." AOR paused to recollect himself. He was now standing upright and gazing outside the building. The raging storm was picking up, tossing and turning the midnight blue sea. AOR could not help but aw the spectacle. He flashed back to his earlier studies and then to the ages of War. He recalled a question the was asked to him by his senior officer Keirek, "Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"No," AOR responded, "but go on."
"I was just curious, why is that the Kamino's live on such a hostel planet. If I may be so bold as to say, you Kaminoans surpass us in all forms of technology, and where you are lacking only parallels to ours. Surely you know every dust, rock,..."

"WHat is your point, Keirek?" AOR interrupted curtly.

"Why don't you just leave?" AOR remembered how hard this question had hit him. He had taken a pause to think of an answer, and just as he was about to repond his fleet was attacked, and AOR was brought out of his daydream. "Remembering the old days, AOR?" AOR shook himself from his medatative state, and turned to walk back into the direction he was headed, "We will once more present ourselves to Keriier, if he is unwilling to lower his pride and accept help, than I will retract the Republic's assitance and we will prepare for war."

AOR walked down the hallway leaving his hooded guest to turn and walk down the other end.

A week had passed; an extended tactical war-meeting attended by the seventy-three fleet commanders left alive, Keriier being one of them... Shortly after a plan had been drawn, fleet Kat'Tzel (a hook-bladed reaping implement, much like a scythe) led by 1st commander Tevnnaii struck known enemy positions advancing upon the Makariiahn regions, decimating them in a classic pincer-formation with assistance from fleet Hal'Kyyr (rough translation, 'Sharp Blade'😉 commandered by Keriier's brother, Kele'Iyr; forcing the enemy to reel back and retreat to consolidate, grating the Makariiahn colonies some more time before the enemy returned with greater numbers.
The entire operation took a mere three days from orders recieved to when the two fleets docked upon Makariiah itself for light repairs, quite possibly the best outcome of the war since nearly five hundred years where the near-invincible Tamarean flagship Rekmas (translates almost as 'The drifting of friends'😉 single handedly tore through an enemy ambush outnumbering the legendary vessel seven to one.

((This was a historic event in my story, mentioned a few times up until the ship's destruction in the 27th Aeon))

Keriier sat in the grand senate chamber, his spirits high from the recent events as he ignored the squabblings of a dispute between the reformed Trade federation and the Galactic Stockmarket represntatives; the victorious commanders of their most recent strategy sat at either side of him, talking proudly amongst themselves of both the perfect battle-plan and the exciting reports from the first hand witnesses.

They were to wait their turn two pre-ordained slots after the 'Stockmarket fraud allegations lodged against certain unspoken Trade Federation members' argument had been either resolved or until they started blasting at eachother... verbally of course but such arguments were so tiring yet provided an entertainment of sorts; Keriier could hear stifled laughter directed at the current topic a few seats along in the Ryloth delegates box.

Talit Cobarti, the current viceroy of the Federation was trying to keep her high-pitched voice in check in response to the just-finished scentence spoken by Raltirr Penaark, head of the Galactic Stockmarket investigations commity, "...I understand the point, Talit but the Federation has a long history of nefarious actions..."

"Have you any proof of the identities of our so-called nefarious members?" Talit squealed in response, her voice once again quite high for a Nemodian.

"As a matter of fact we do!" Raltirr held a portfolio up in the air triumphantly, controlling his hovering box over to the cenral stand where the Chancellor used to be positioned before the position itself was removed, handing the folder politely to 'The Speaker'; an old Jedi who held no political power whatsoever but his position was to act as a patient point of interaction for the argument, incharge of keeping the tranquility (If any) of the Senate and to display documents on the comm. system routed into each and every box in the chamber. Any and all decisions were decided upon by the entire Senate, no one person was able to think or do anything to sway the decisions beyon verbal convincing; adding upon the point of an old Jedi knight as the speaker to prevent any use of force-powers and mind tricks to change people's opinion, the wizened knight too was monitored by neural sensors to prevent him from doing the same, securing the power of free will in the Senate and reenforcing the democracy.

Keriier glanced down at his vid-screen and at the displayed 'documents'; a handful of photos directly incriminating Talit upon several occaisions, these pictures had been proven unforged by experts and closed the case a short time after the gathering had cast their votes, voting in the Galactic Stockmarket's favor.

((Got a little carried away with the Senate argument but as this is based around it... couldn't possibly hurt ^.^))

Originally posted by Aliies
If you think being general is great then look at the type of ships you'll face if you cross MY Republic! Mwaaa hahaha 😈

And have you had tactical experience? I played Battlefleet gothic and Warhammer 40k for around eight years so tactics for me are no problem... how bout you? 😛

((Ive played starcraft for about 8 years. And how could I face your ships if I'm a general FOR YOUR REPUBLIC!!??? 😄))

((Oh that's right, you signed up as a member FOR MY REPUBLIC ^.^ whoops...))

((It's so obvious you play starcraft; a Hydralisk sig and a Dark Archon Avatar... just might be a clue! 🐰 ))

Originally posted by Aliies
((Oh that's right, you signed up as a member FOR MY REPUBLIC ^.^ whoops...))

((It's so obvious you play starcraft; a Hydralisk sig and a Dark Archon Avatar... just might be a clue! 🐰 ))

((If its so obvious than why did you ask me if I had any tactic expieriance? And I figure i might boost msyelf up to grand admiral or something, nah, just admiral will do.))

((No such rank, the ranking system goes like this: In this alien culture, that cloak is standard-issue in their military, though his armor is only formal... the combat armor is just a tad different. The color of the cloak varies with the soldier's rank, even though during times of conflict, the color will change with adaptive camouflage technology weaved into the thick material.

The non-fur-lined cloak-ranking system of the Tamarean Republican Forces represents the first half of their military, the infantry:

-Black being the standard, every one of the immense army is given a non-fur-lined black cloak.
-Grey symbolizes them as a troop leader, commanding small contingencies of infantry.
-Deep Red is squadron commander, each on will have up to six troop leaders that obey his command.
-Dark blue shows a warmaster or strategic-commander, someone trained expertly in the way of war and has more than enough experience.

Then the fur-lining sybolizes a part of the Navy, the same colors are in effect but with different meaning:

-Black is basically ensign; communications personnel and general fleet-crew are represented by this, they are reletively new and unexperienced for more important roles.
-Grey stands for pilots, helmsmen/women and weapons operation crews.
-Dark Red means officers and tactical advisors, the glue that hold each somewhat fifteen-thousand crewed ships together and is in charge of seperate sections.
-And finally, the fur-lined 'Sapphire' cloaks os reserved for commanders, admirals as such but known quite simply as commander in varying ranks.

((ugh, your so creative, it hurts. 😛 ))

((you think that hurts... try these for pain 😈

Drew this from scratch in Photoshop, no assistance or special effect creation software used... this is all with a simple digital brush:
http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/OhGreenWorld.jpg

My new character, L'koii is being thrown back into the war, won't see her again... Keriier:
http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/Keriier001.jpg
This is the original;
http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/Keriier.jpg

So, painful much? 😛 ))