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Mankind's Story - RP

Sol Sector
Scout Shuttle 5537

"Agent Rolf to alpha fleet, we have warped into Sol and have initiated cloak sequence. As of now we have pinged a handful of large population centers including SOL 4, 1, and for some reason we've pinged a population center outside Sol, we're testing for errors as we speak. Another ping has come from SOL 2 but we believe it to be an error, not enough life too much metal." The agent relayed while going over a few lines of data being given to him. "Deploying warp probes to all four locations with possibility of mass population centers in 3...2...1. Warp probes away."

Four probes were ejected from the ship and after a single second they disappeared and reappeared five hundred thousand kilometers away from their designated warp points: Sedna, Mars, Mercury, and Venus. After appearing near these planetary bodies a message began relay in a loop of english. "Hello interstellar peoples of Sector: SOL(<--- Insert robot voice), it has come to our attention that we have not met. Please transmit cultural data to this drone so that the respective protocols can made for first contact. Long live peace!" The voice came along with the picture of a flower.

The agent looked over the probes and watched as they took hundreds of photos of each planet and relayed it back to the ship. The probes were meant for scouting possibly habitable planets but they worked perfectly for establishing whether or not a certain planet was a threat. The agent was taken back when he saw that SOL 2 was apparently a literal planetary factory, a disgusting use for what could have been a prosperous world. He then moved to SOL 1, it seemed to be well taken care of and moderately militarized, not a huge threat but not an ant either. Moving on the agent found himself staring at the picture of Sol 0, the object with a population OUTSIDE of Sol. Sol 0 was expertly industrialized and had a few unnatural satellites, of what purpose they served he did not know, yet. With a smile and a quick complimentary note he flipped to the last probe scan.

"INFIDEL DEFILERS! Console, transmit all data directly to the Citadel of Heroes, I am making a formal request that the Overlord himself sees this immediately!" The agent had grown angry as he looked over the feed. Thousands of animals made to be near human level intelligence and walking with humans in society? All creatures not based off of Marintothian design were declared to be vermin, but making your own sentient beasts? The codex of forbidden sciences declared it to be the highest level of heresy making a non-human, that is not sanctioned by the Overlord, equal and not putting them into their place of servitude.

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Unknown Sector 518
ISS Dreadnought Crypt | Honor Room

The Chosen speaking to the hologram slowly began to frown as the hologram explained the situation. Looking at his wrist console he saw that there had been a full recall to Marintoth VIA direct command from the Overlord, but he swiped it away and looked back at the hologram. "Uplifting simple animals is one of the highest crimes that can be committed, while the Overlord has given special permission to certain species who were on the verge of higher thinking, this is simply...... Our ship will have to leave now, but the Overlord will hear of this. If there is anyway we can contact you for further diplomatic actions, please present it now." The man speaking had been sweating profusely, attempting to keep his cool in the wake of such actions by this Solar Institute. With out a pause the doors to the Honor Room opened and the dozens of Chosen that had escorted the creatures inside marched into the same escorting positions as before. The Chosens' faces could be seen under their helmets but the towering figures were tearing at their insides to resist the urge drilled into their minds to gun down the vermin, they had heard the whole conversation.

Unknown Sector 185
Unknown Ship

Yeron looked at his wrist console as an alert came up in a flashing and beeping. While those around him could see it, it was in his language so reading it from a glance was nigh impossible. The alert was a complete recall of all ships and personnel, directly from the Overlord. Yeron looked at the captain with a confused look and shook his hand and said,"What you've done can be forgiven, the Overlord is merciful, but I need to leave.... now."

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Unknown Sector 185
Unknown Ship

"Stay relaxed, do not fire unless fired upon." An unseen man said aloud into the darkness. With a few clicks and pops a spec of light appeared where there had once been darkness. As the landing platform slowly dropped to the ground more light showered the inside of the dark boarding craft. Once the platform hit the ground with a loud cling a single figure stepped out of the ship. He was a tall, medium weight, middle aged man wearing a military uniform with a small flag of the Dark Star Empire pinned to his chest along with several other unknown ribbons. His eyes were a dull red that didn't blaze like some of his fellow clones but he it was still very apparent from his stature and eyes that he was not a normal human.

A few seconds after the man emerged from the craft two more figures appeared behind him, this time the figures had to duck under the door frame of the ship because they were too tall. The figures were heavily armored and seemed more like walking tanks than men. Their weapons were the size of their huge arms and were obviously made to be mounted on a stand rather than be carried like an assault rifle. While their faces couldn't be seen their helmet's eye holes gave off a bright and distinct red glow, each figure scanned a different direction as they stepped behind the officer. After the two large figures left the craft the platform raised back up into its frame.

The man that had stepped out of the craft first greeted those in front of him with a wave. After waving at the crowd he whispered into his wrist console then put his hand out as if to offer a hand shake,"Hello, I am Major Terald, I do not speak your language so this [UNKNOWN DESCRIPTIVE WORD] translator will have to suffice. Our small scouting fleet must leave, there is an emergency but I have been given special permission to stay."

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Mercury, Nearby Airspace
Close to Mercury, The UCM Cantabria

Captain Quen Likoe
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"Captain! Transmission from afar!"

Quen moved away from the NavBoard to look towards his Communications Officer,

"What is it?"

The Officer gave him a clipboard with the transcript on it, Quen noticed his nametag, A. Ferreir.

"Uh, cultural data... comes to our knowledge that we have not met... Hey Bixby!"

"Yes, sir?" The young marine walked up to him.

"We have anything for 'cultural data', books or something? A transcription of humanity?" Quen was already eager, think of the pay raise he could get for this! A new civilization speaking to him.

"I'll check the onboard library, we may have a few biographies and such." Bixby immediately ran out the door towards the library.

"Also, Ferreir, send a message to Civitatem that we're in contact with someone or something."

"Yes, sir." Ferreir walked to his desk and started typing in a message.

Quen started to pace around in glee, this was revolutionary!

"Here you go sir." Bixby handed Quen a couple of books, The History of the Human Race, volume one to four.

"Perfect, thank you Bixby."

"Anytime, sir."

Quen immediately ran to Ferreir and set the books on his table, "Send these in a probe also containing a gracious message."

Ferreir nodded and walked to the Comms bay, a probe almost immediately firing towards the initial transmission.

"What'd it say?" Quen was filled with anticipation.

"This is Admiral Quen Likoe of the UCM Cantabria, we have received your transmission and have sent four books that should sum up our culture. Thank you."

Quen jogged to the windows and watched into space, waiting for something, anything, to send a message.

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