Stellaris Roleplay Thread
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Captain Genos, after conferring with his fellow captains and officers, decides to maintain a holding action until the situation changes.
Though he also orders that the ships keep their weapons trained on the ship that took the object in case it's tries to flee with it.
and finally he sent this message " To all non-alliance fleets, this is our space and once again must request that you drop whatever you have taken from here and leave.
Though he also orders that the ships keep their weapons trained on the ship that took the object in case it's tries to flee with it.
and finally he sent this message " To all non-alliance fleets, this is our space and once again must request that you drop whatever you have taken from here and leave.
[The Ur-Quan and their vassals, the Khendros are still suspicious]
If we get a deal where one of our construction companies, of the council choice, are allow to build at least part of the station, also of the council choice, we will join.
The admiral of the attending Vulpes fleet speaks up. "Friends. You are in no position to make demands. If you wish to join us, you are free to do so, but don't think we will hesitate to return fire if your forces attempt to interfere with our duty."
[Just popping in for a moment to say that yes, I allow the object changing owners. I only ask of you to not try to do anything with the object itself other than "continue studying". Okay, gone now until tomorrow]
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The Ur-Quan Dreadnought proceeds to close it's hanger bay doors, and turn back to the main flotilla. A transmission is sent.
"The Ur-Quan do not Yield Alliance Larvae. You may return to your worlds without incident. Do not mistake our mercy for weakness. However if you wish to submit to Ur-Quan Dominance we will accept your flotilla and protect your crews. If you submit you may return with this flotilla. If you do not submit we will allow you to live, for now. Take your choice Alliance Larvae, for if you choose the wrong option this could be your last decision you ever make."
Audio Link cuts off again.
Please be careful United Alliances, it would be unfortunate to have a galactic conflict over an unkown and potentially dangerous object, you should stand back and observe the consequences, and let the others fight over it.
After receiving this message, Gen mulled over his choices. He can open fire on Ur-quan forces, quite possibility starting a war, or let them go humiliating the Alliance.
Just before he was to give his order, Sensor reported that Jump signatures detected. Gen thought, "Great now wh..."
"sir, it is the ninth fleet, sir"
" This is Admiral Acre of the Alliance Ninth Home Fleet. We must insist on the orders given by our Flotilla commander, in that you give up whatever you have taken and leave this sector of space."
Edit" The ninth fleet also have three flotillas of heavy cruisers and battleships within the 16, not including command flotilla, that make it up.
"Our Hierarchy vessels are more numerous and much more advanced than whatever your little Alliance can muster. Once again, I humbly suggest that you surrender before this turns to all-out war and I am forced to help annihilate you."
"Admiral, I have plan sir." Relay Captain Genos.
" The Ur-quan commander have given insult to me and our alliance, and I Realize that they allow of duels. As such I will handle this by at most only losing one commander for the losing side, and it will hopefully not start a war."
sometime later
" okay, captain, I hope you have a good plan here, because I willing to try it." Admiral finally states after thinking over his options.
"Thank you sir, Comms section open a channel with Ur-quan commander ship"
" To most Arrogant commander of the Ur-quan forces, as you have given insult to me and yet to realized that your species are doom to footnote of our history, it would be a stain on my honor to let it go. I request a duel, by fighter craft."
" The Ur-quan commander have given insult to me and our alliance, and I Realize that they allow of duels. As such I will handle this by at most only losing one commander for the losing side, and it will hopefully not start a war."
sometime later
" okay, captain, I hope you have a good plan here, because I willing to try it." Admiral finally states after thinking over his options.
"Thank you sir, Comms section open a channel with Ur-quan commander ship"
" To most Arrogant commander of the Ur-quan forces, as you have given insult to me and yet to realized that your species are doom to footnote of our history, it would be a stain on my honor to let it go. I request a duel, by fighter craft."
The Ur-Quan ships ceases motion and transmits. This time with full video. A Ur-Quan face appears in the foremost image.
"This duel cannot be accepted due to the fact that their is no Fighter craft with can contain an Ur-Quan. If you would rephrases the challenge it could be accepted. If small craft under the size of a corvette were allowed I could accept."
Transmission ends but the Ur-Quan Dreadnought remains motionless in space.
[I would like to point out that an Ur-Quan is 10 meters long and 2 meters wide, however this knowledge may not have past to the Alliance, you decide.]
"This is ridiculous. Is my translation device malfunctioning, or did you just seriously suggest that you duel an Ur-Quan? I'm sorry, but have you just recently been uplifted from pre-atomic savagery?"
"Fine, I will give you that handicap, as long as it has a single pilot in it."
" We Terricans don't give a damn what you thinks, but this roach insulted me, and by his presence in our territory, to the entire Alliance, I can't forgive this."
"I am known as Lord 1732 to your people. I accept this challenge. We fight to the Death."
One of the hangers opens and the artifact, drifts a little outside before it is slowed by Ur-Quan fighters, the fighters retreat back inside the hanger and the hanger doors close. Soon after a small ship roughly 50 feet wide and 150 feet long emerges from another hanger bay. It has two turreted Laser Cannons, oversized versions of the fix mounted ones of Ur-Quan fighters.
"I am prepared, Face me, Opponent."
The transmission comes from the ship. An Ur-Quan's personal transport ship.
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