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Post by gbwt on Jun 27, 2005 20:57:50 GMT -5
It's a clear day on the military base Fort Bridgington. The representatives of all attending nations as well as military band has assembled under the shade of some canvas tarps on the end of a runway. A chestnut horse takes the stage and addresses those assembled. "Greetings all. If you are all ready, we shall proceed shortly. First, i thank you for submitting any and all prosthetics to a search for security purposes. You have all been issued your own cameras and and are reminded that the film will be reviewed before it is returned to you." He pauses before he continues.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Space was once something that our ancestors looked up at and gazed in wonder. Indeed, one may often find his or her self gazing at the stars in aw. There are very few that shall ever get the chance to break the bonds of earth and reach out and touch the sky. Today, my friends, is the day you shall be added he the few who have touched the sky." A boom can be heard in the sky over head.
Ignoring it, the horse continues. "It has taken many years of research and painstaking trial and error to reach the point we are at now." A second boom is heard, closer now then before.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you shall please look up, "he says, as the canvas is pulled off it's frame, offering a view to the sky, "it is my greatest privilege to present to you," a rumbling roar has now been heard and is becoming louder, "our countries flagship, The Nan!"
The horse gestures skyward as, from out of the clouds, comes a massive hulk of metal and ceramics. Grey/black in appearance, the structure easily the size of a mid sized skyscraper drops and flies over top of those gatherers, stirring up a mild gust of wind with its passing. Its massive twin engines glow red from the dying blue flame as it begins to swivel about to face the representatives from the other end of the runway. Six legs, each the size of a city bus, slowly fold out from under the ship as it slowly settles down on the runway. The gentle 'thum-thum-thum' that has been heard dies away once it has touched down and the ship's prow gleams in the mid day sun...
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Jun 28, 2005 22:25:31 GMT -5
Captain Gale Inasto, a skunk from western Tinis, found her seat moments before the commencement of the presentation. Already seated in the chair next to hers sits Lt. Nelson, a very peculiar purcupine from the island of Forr off the coast of mainland Tinis.
As the booms began to be heard from the sky Captain Inasto can't help but eye the sky. As the large vessel broke through the clouds and began is landing maneuvers, she looks over to Nelson and wispers, "I'm pretty sure Lenord's going to have kits when he hears our report."
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Post by Baradun on Jun 28, 2005 23:25:16 GMT -5
Several scientists and engineers from the University of Ardenth cluster around one of the support columns blink and look up at the thunderclap, flinching and/or folding their ears back as necessary. An older fox of about fifty years muttering something about unnecessary ostentation as the other look up with looks ranging from polite puzzlement to bewilderment.
"You know," mutters the only human in the group to a female lapin beside him, "we could do that too..."
The lapin only chuckles and crosses her arms, swaying back and forth a little. "Now why would we? I mean, even as far as communications technologies go we can't really use a satellite network." she unfolds her arms and shrugs, "Besides, the engineers are still trying to get the fusion engines up to spec to get the dropships into medium orbit and that stupid cruiser that they've got planned is still at least another five years away once we do get the engines we'd need."
One of the engineering professors behind her, a large brown bear, chuckles and slaps a paw on their outer shoulders, drawing them together as she sticks her muzzle between their heads. "We're doing our best, hun, but we'd appreciate it if the physicists would tell us exactly what we need to know to make the engines better. Besides, something like that wastes a lot of material and we're not the most mineral rich country. Now let's enjoy the show, I wanna see what I can pick up from their techs about dealing with high-temperature plasma in micro-gravity."
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Post by Llewellynlland on Jul 1, 2005 13:40:29 GMT -5
Cmdr. Valen a rat from Llewellynlland quietly slips in and finds a seat behind the Tins delegation. Hopeing not to be noticed he does his best to blend into the group.
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Post by Vyl on Jul 4, 2005 14:56:17 GMT -5
K'Atyl takes a seat - not with the others, but standing to the side of the deligates and to the back. It seems noone has seen to provide a chair suitable for her, but she is used to such things, and makes no fuss of it. She has her camera - rather bulkier than most* - and a notepad with pen cliped to her leg. From the casual way she wears this, it must be common for her species to carry things here.
There has been some debate amoung the Vylland government over who to send on this mission: primarily diplomatic or scientific staff. It was concluded that, given the substantial differences between Vyl's and primarily anthro other species, sending staff untrained in diplomacy would be an unacceptable risk. K'Atyl, as one of the few with experience in such things not in private employment, was an obvious candidate.
*Vyl vision extends into the ultraviolet, has four color receptors rather than theee and is of much higher detail than most species. Recording this adds considerably to the complexity and size of their cameras. It will, of course, be inspected to ensure its size does not conceal additional recorders or transmitters.
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Post by gbwt on Jul 4, 2005 15:32:09 GMT -5
Note: to get to this point on the base, all persons and their belonings have already gone through an extensive search.
As the ship's haul cools, a large cargo hach on the ship's left side unlocks and slides back. A retractable ramp slowly slides down.
"If you would all please follow me, we shall bored the ship," says the horse. He steps down from the podium and waits for the representatives to raise before turning and makeing his way tword the ship. A small armed gaurd who has been with the group since they arived, escorts them down the runway. At the base of the ramp, the horse stops, and salutes to sevral figres at the top of the ramp, some 50 feet up. The figures return the salute and the horse addresses the reps. "I now leave you to bored the ship. You shall be guests of Admril Dominic Jason. Please enjoy your stay on our ship." With that, the horse laeves with the armed guards as sevral furs, a gecko, a young lion, two humans, and an anthro dragon advance down the ramp.
note: you'll have to excuse me, i don't know my navy positions and terms very well...
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Post by Vyl on Jul 8, 2005 5:00:56 GMT -5
K'Atyl waits for the crowd of officials to reform before taking a place near the back - she stands out from the group even so, an obvious purple patch. She studies the group from the ship as they approache, paying particular attention to the dragon before moving onto the rest. By the time they are close enough for the rest of the crowd to see clearly, she has already finished, only waiting for them with a hand near her camera ready to use it quickly if anything unexpected should happen.
(Edit: Made more readable)
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Post by Baradun on Jul 8, 2005 10:34:48 GMT -5
The older fox, sighs and then smiles warmly, obviously the group coordinator for Baradun's group, and waving jovially, the rest of the party quickly following suit.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Jul 13, 2005 18:38:49 GMT -5
As they climb the ramp, Captain Inasto says to Lt. Nelson, "From what I hear their landing and take off tech is simply supurb. They tech boys back home have been trying their best to copy it. But what I want to know, is it a smooth ride or not."
"Sir," replies Nelson. "Remember that this is just the way up, they got a grid up stairs that I'd like to have a look over. As long as we get up in one piece I'm happy."
"Fair enough." After a pause the Captain continues, "Well it does seem we got a pretty decent showing here from around the federation. What are the odds do you think that we have special friends in this crowd?"
"Sir, its not funny to even joke about that kind of thing." Nelson's voice, as usual is dead pan.
"So true so true."
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Post by gbwt on Jul 19, 2005 18:16:58 GMT -5
The dragon, clearly the Admril by all the medels on his shirt, greets the arivals. "Greetings representitives. I am Admril Borshawn. And this," he gestures to the ship behind him," is the Nautilus. You are welcome to come aboard and tour this ship as well as a protion of our satilite grid providing you follow our strict guidelines and do as you are ordered. Now please, step up the ramp and into our loading bay." With that, he turns and leads the way back up the ramp. Inside the ship, or more precisly the loading bay, you get your first glimpse of the inside of a GBWT spaceship. The loading dock is large, about the size of the hanger bay below the decks of a large aircraft carier today. SEvral cranes on the ceiling hang down, not in use. A few pipes and the like run around the walls and ceiling, but for the most part, the walls are covered by steel plating. "If you will please follow me, i shall lead you to a suit up room. We ask that you wear a special suit so as to minimize the fur and, ahem, feathers, that may get into our ventelation system. As you may have already noticed, or shall notice, much of our crew are furless, being comprised mostly of scalies and humans." The admril and his officers lead you across the oading bay and through a heavy door as the large loading hatch shuts to the sound of mechanical wirs and clicks. "Now, you shall each find a seperate drssing rooms with your names, and may change in there." The admril awaits his guests as they proceed.
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Post by Vyl on Jul 20, 2005 6:07:06 GMT -5
K'Atyl proceeds down the corridoor until she finds the room with her name, enters, and examines the suit provided - a few seconds later remembering to close the door.
The suit could be worse. She smiles and nods appreciatively realising that the designers clearly put some work into this, and consulted Vyl's on what would be comfortable - even if it does look a bit odd. It even has purple coloring to match her own, and a Vylland flag on the shoulder. Vyl-birds dont usually wear anything: this appears to be adapted from a design for some form of protective clothing.
She struggles into the clothing, taking slightly longer than the others to change - clearly not used to wearing anything. Her body is covered by a fabric bag, held tight by draw-strings. Holes allow her legs, wings and tailfeathers out - the tailfeather's being too large to clog any vent system. Her scaled legs are uncovered, and her wings covered with sleeves open all along one edge to let her large wing-feathers exit. Finally, a hood covers most of her head, just beak and eyes exposed.
The overall effect is of a large marshmellow - as she rejoins the group she gives an unpleasant glare towards anyone who looks too amused at the sight.
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Post by Baradun on Jul 20, 2005 9:33:06 GMT -5
The representatives from Baradun shrug and move into the dressing rooms.
The suits are, for the most part, well fitting, although the lone human is bemused to find that someone thought he would have a tail, although they got the rest of his anatomy correct. A quick set of alterations using a packet of disposable nano-bots and a pair of scissors and the tail is gone, though, and he pulls the hood up, cincing it closed around his face.
The foxes, on the other paw, are having far more trouble with their hoods, their faces lacking any truly pronounced ridges, so their just leave the draw-strings loose, letting the holes for their ears keep the hood down.
After about five minutes the groups reconvenes, the suits much better fitting on their party than for K'Atyl, each of them doing their best not to say anything about it. They cluster again, waiting for GBWT's tour to continue, watching with polite detatchement as the personnel make their rounds, quietly talking to each other about the number and variety of personnel on board and deciding which parts could be reliably automated.
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Post by gbwt on Jul 20, 2005 16:20:35 GMT -5
As some of the guests rejoin the tour, the Admiral notices the alterations to the humans suit. "Sir, if your suit was misplaced and you did not receive the proper suit, you should have asked for the correct suit. And, i am not sure how you were able to sneak your nano-bots onto my ship, but i must ask you and your representatives to accompany one of my officers to a decontamination facility. We are not entirely sure of your nano-bots capabilities and do not wish them to record or infiltrate our ship." The Admiral is clearly very displeased, and a crossed dragon is nothing to laugh at.
One of the officers mentions to the Vyl rep that the hoods are not required to be worn in this area, and that it may be removed if uncomfortable.
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Post by Baradun on Jul 22, 2005 6:49:49 GMT -5
The Human looks around a bit as if wondering what's going on and then sighs.
"Right, I'll be there in a second. If you wanted technical specs all you had to do was ask, though."
And he follows the provided officer.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Jul 25, 2005 21:28:21 GMT -5
Lt. Nelson appears near the end of the parade of newly outfitted visitors. Captain Inasto has to chuckle at at the appearance of her subordinate who's suit is properly fitted but makes the porcupine look ridiculous.
"Any trouble?" asks the captain.
Nelson nods quickly but tries to ignore the question as they join the others and await the commencement of the tour.
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