Terra/Earth- U.S./U.N Council
3 months post-first contact.
Jacobs sighed, his mahogany-colored skin, starting to wrinkle and show his age, creased as the hazel-eyed man frowned. It had been 3 months since the Ankyros incident when a general Mc-whatthefuckever decided that killing a scientific vessel's people was a good idea, and the 50-year-old politician was still trying to fix the disastrous fallout of it. In the meantime, the first official ambassador of the Sapient Alliance, the ruling body of the galaxy it seemed, was supposed to be arriving in space near earth today. It seemed the gravity on Earth was too high for them to reasonably accommodate and so the first meeting will be held on the NISS in orbit, on the Ambassador's ship, since they seem adverse to zero-g. All of that was well and good, the problem is, they wanted to meet the girl who "gave retribution" for the lost crew that hadn't made it to the escape pods, and considering she's still in a coma, that was a bit difficult.
Hell, the only reason why they were getting an ambassador sent at all was because of the few who made it to the escape pods surviving and copious amounts of denying that general 'fuckshitupevendead' was acting on any orders. Even then it was tenuous at best.
Officially, the dead general was expatriated posthumously and awards previously gained were struck. Unofficially, apparently, some U.S.U.N cell went rogue and was....terminated.
Afterward, reparations were offered in the form of material gain, but it was denied, instead requesting to establish an embassy and training of 3 individuals for an "exploratory observation within galactic communities" aka so they can show off and hopefully repair the damage done.
Thankfully it seems that this wasn't the first contact to go poorly, so that did help, though from what they could gather, the Hexats weren't too happy with them now having a galactic neighbor. Still, if he could spin this around, he could probably end up getting a very healthy publicity boost that would be great for when it came time to elect a human representative for the S.A.
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S.A. Kulxrix
3 months post-Contact
En route to Sol System
Kixixlix was pouring over the details of the first contact with these terrans as well as all info they could get on them, a pit forming in the mouselike Hexat's stomach. It was traditional for the nearest neighbor to be ambassador to a newly discovered sapient species, but Kixixlix would have preferred to never have to do so. These terrans seemed savage, manipulative, and predatory, all of which spoke to their primitive-ness and lack of control.
'So why were they even entertaining this farce of a trip!' He thought to himself as he sighed, taking a drink of txir root juice to calm himself and then a moment to run his 4 fingered arms through his fur to calm himself.
Still, he was an ambassador, he would treat them with respect even if he felt they didn't deserve it. If nothing else then perhaps he could find a way for the SA to quarantine the world and be done with it. Still, something was gnawing at him. The one they sighted to have stopped this general of theirs was apparently in a coma, and apparently was the actual designer of the ftl drive they had attempted, even if it had been "apprehended by governmental necessity and researched" against the intentness' wants. Something told him that there was something praxadis around this situation, and that getting to the bottom of it would require this 'Amelia Ryder' being awake and conscious.
His maw wrinkled in frustration as he let out a breath. Honestly, he was getting too old for this. He'd be almost 200 cycles old soon. Perhaps he'll retire after all this.
"Ambassador Kixixlix? We will be arriving in the Sol system in 30 minutes." A voice over the intercom stated.
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"Thank you. please send any transmissions for me to my room." He said, packing away the holopad into his brown coat-like apparel's pocket as he stepped out of the lounge, heading out for a bath and a change of clothes to get ready.
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Terra
North America Region
Spokane Medical center
The slow sound of a heart rate monitor could be heard as Amelia lie in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by medical equipment and her father in a chair asleep. She had been here since the forced shutdown of her implants, not waking up once, and Hal had went into stealth mode, presumably still somewhere nearby. As a Doctor walked in, knocking a few times, Kevin woke up and stood up, still groggy and looking disheveled, having not shaved in days with bags of stress under his eyes.
"So doc, any news?" He said, trying to sound hopeful as he put his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants and moved nervously.
"Well, she hasn't gotten worse but.. To be completely honest, your daughter's implants are years ahead of anything I've ever seen, even more than your military grade ones, Mr. Ryder. From what we can tell everything 'seems' to be fine, but the implants are preventing any higher function and removing them could cause permanent harm. They are integrated on a level i have never seen. Im sorry but, the only thing we can do is wait and hope." The gentleman in the white lab coat said, placing a hand on the Father's shoulder.
"Yeah...thanks doc." Kevin said before turning back to his daughter, kissing her gently on her forehead as he whispered to her.
"Hey kiddo, you're gonna make it, okay? I know you will, you're daddy's little slugger after all. I'll be back soon, just sit tight here while your old man goes to work." He spoke softly, but his voice strained and cracked as a few tears rolled down his cheek.
This was all on him. If he hadn't of pushed her to join the military, if he hadn't put her up to....He needed answers, and he knew where to start looking. Grabbing a tan duster off the back of the chair, Kevin looked back at his daughter once more, before leaving the hospital with a grim determination on his face. He wouldn't know it, but this would be the last time he saw his daughter.
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S.A. Embassy
Member Planet Krultath
The sand was everywhere, Viza thought. No matter what he did the sand always seemed to get everywhere.
Viza was a Krultathan, a species vaguely resembling felines, only bipedal and with three 'fingers' and a thumb on each paw like hand. Their fur varying on their area, much like skin color in humans, and ranged from artic whites to dessert tans to forest blacks. All of them had stripes or spots however, and a long tail almost a full 2/3 their length which was prehensile and used for balancing. Their legs were digitigrade rather than plantigrade like humans, and they were agile ambush predators.
Their clothing left a lot to be desired, often being more practical than being fashionable, and almost always left their hands and lower legs exposed. They were also one of the few class 2 deathworlders, on a planet with harsh environments and high gravity, and as such, somehow, Viza was selected to be part of the new terran EOGC group's defense, not that he was sure there was anything he could do that a class 4 deathworler couldn't, but such is life as he finished packing up his stuff in the large oval yet spartan room he had called his quarters for the past 3 years. Hopefully soon he could buy his way out of service.
"Well...off to another assignment i guess." He said in a strange accent, akin to romani but with a bit of something else in there as he turns to head out of the embassy to the prepared shuttle, which would take him to the orbiting station and where he would meet his new CO and wait for their transport to be arranged.
The station, Kuv'icth'tial, was a large ring style station with a center spire and a 23 kilometer ring around said spire. It, like most of his people's creations, was designed for practicality, since most of Krultan was uninhabitable now, the majority of his people lived on one of three stations like this, having been quarantined from colonizing left them little other choice. Docking took a while, most likely because Krultathans in the employ of the S.A. military were looked down upon by others of their kind, or perhaps there was some other issue. Regardless once they finally docked, he set upon heading to the S.A. office, a short jaunt, relatively speaking. It was there, after the debriefing and the scheduling of transport, that he got his first look at a human. Well, relatively speaking. It was a 2d picture of a human, female apparently. They were...strange. Primates but predatory, omnivores apparently, with no claws, teeth, or natural weapons that they could tell. The lack of fur or scale was bizarre, as was the flat face but overall, Viza found them fascinating, they hardly looked like deathworlders. Boarding the transport ship, he downloaded all the info he could on them to read up on. He couldn't wait to meet the humans.