Nyaidia Sliverblade's Story

Another blue flash and another ship like the first but about four times larger (the first ship was roughly 35 meters long) appeared over shadowing it's smaller counterpart.

Suddenly a glowing figure appeared in front of the gathered crew. She was a slightly smaller in height than a human though she looked almost just like one until you noticed the pointed ears. She had a black uniform on that matched the color of her hair her grey eyes seemed to stare right though you.

"Do Not be alarmed I am Nyaidia Sliverblade of the Lakkadian Remnant. You can speak to this Hologram as if i was there in the flesh... We also wish you Greetings and Peace. We are scouts sent out to find a new home for our people..." Nyaidia's face looked sad. "Our home was lost to us when our Sun went supernova. We and the fleet that sent us are the last of the Lakkadian people."

The Auroagon bridge was swept with a murmer of excitement. The people of the Auroragon had also lost their home, and were the last of their people. Maniria Caverok screeched as the larger ship suddenly appeared.

“Nyaidia Silverblade,” Joruv began, holding out an arm to signal everyone to quiet, “We extend the deepest of sympathies, as our tales are very much the same. Our home world was destroyed due to the ignorances of our governing bodies. We, too, quest for a new home.”

Phetalia scrambled from her place to grab the other young members of the Auroragon. They had to see this!

Lewis appeared a bit late as a ventilation duct roared to life. The air quickly became less stale as it recovered from the breathing of all the crew in one place. Baffles flapped throughout the ship as load redirected away from empty rooms.

He quipped though thoroughly exhausted and stared at the hologram while reporting to the captain, "Well, at least if we all gasp at once at you miss Silverblade, we won't all faint now."

He eyed the captain here to report first as well as see what was going on, "Life support is back up to 90% and shouldn't brown out if we run the engines."

The Hologram of Nyaidia Sliverblade nodded "I see... and this is the only ship that made it off your world? i'm so sorry...while most of our people perished in the Nova's blast we got a way with several millions of our kind spread out over over a thousand ships..."

After Lewis rushed in and gave a report to the Captain Nyaidia's hologram said "Perhaps we can help each other?"

"Affirmative. We are the only survivors," Joruv nodded to indicate he received Lewis's data. Shaselia moved from her seat besides Joruv to give Lewis a seat, relieved of the good news. She leaned in to Lewis, whispering questions about the hydroprocessor. Last checked it was fine, but running a tad slower than it had been.

A whisper spread around the room at the mention of help. Derud had a big smile on his face, but the rest seemed wary. Maniria pointed and whispered of pointed ears to Ephalia, who frowned. The two continued to murmur to one another. Derud elbowed his wife Ephalia who shot him a sharp look. He cleared his throat and aimed his smile to Shaselia, who half returned in through her whispers. Wasn't this glorious news, he thought to himself, here they had thought they were completely alone only for another who shares their fate to-

"Aliens!" Opum grinned as he, Phetalia, and Wolov appeared in the portway for the Bridge. Derud's smile flipped one-eighty. He moved to block the view of the hologram but was massively unsuccessful. Phetalia didn't listen as he scolded her, leading Opum through the adults to get a closer look at the Hologram. Wolov stayed behind. He lingered by the door, speechless at what was happening before him. Numb to the thought of not being alone in the Universe, having made himself content with the depression that came with the loss of his home and family.

"So jet, Hi!" Phetalia waved to the hologram, Derud snatching her hand and yanking her back to him.

"Assistance would be ideal, perhaps we could conduct a trade, of resources?"

The Auroragon didn't have much, but it did have vegetation native to Norvnu, and perhaps some other resources available for trade. Lewis would likely be one of the best to speak further on anything needed for the Auroragon's continued survival.

Lewis responded quietly once sitting down patting his aching legs and resisting the urge to sleep, "The system works okay but the electrodes eroded and the tanks are rusting out. We're running the ozone purifier on carbon electrodes since they don't degrade. The originals were platinum but they don't last forever. I could use some high quality aluminum oxide pump seals to rebuild broken things all over the ship. They take a lot more power than I can spare to forge even if I have the materials. Even spare power would get me a few repairs the plasma welders suck up a lot of juice."

His raised brow peered at Opum with a smirk, "We can't go home anymore. We can't be anything but aliens or meet anything else. Engineering, science, and mathematics figured a long time ago that there aren't enough unique parts to not be more life out here somewhere."

An unquenchable optimist he shrugged at the alien woman, "Given other options of self-destruction and isolation some assistance sounds like a better option to me."

"Right... well tech issues are not my field... my skills lie elsewhere..." Nyaidia said her hand absentmindingly taping the unusually thin bladed dagger on her belt. The deadly Sliverblade from which her clan got it's name.

"But with your permission Myself and a small group of engineers will travel over to your ship we can meet face to face and see how we may help each other." Nyaidia stated and waited for an an answer.


Outside the smaller of the two Lakkadian ships was orbiting and silently scanning the Auroragon.

Shaselia nodded, calculating ship operations with the new information provided by Lewis. It wasn't the best of news. She looked hopefully to Nyaidia, "Thank you," and then to Lewis with the ghost of a smile. Maybe they weren't in the worst shape, after all. They had no idea who these aliens were, or where they came from, but their stories were one and the same. Joruv gave his wife a peck on the cheek. His hands danced across the control panel as he prepared the loading bay for depressurization.

"Permission to board granted," Joruv said to Nyaidia, "It's at our humblest request that any weaponry remain peace tied. What are the atmospheric conditions optimal to your survival? We are at...22% oxygen. Loading bay depressuri-"

"First!" Phetalia shoved her way through the crowd towards the door. Derud grabbed at her and failed, earning a hopeless look from his wife. He smiled sheepishly at a glowering Maniria. Opum and Phetalia barreled from the room. They excitedly grabbed at Wolov, who didn't mirror their excitement but played along regardless. The three kids rushed off to the loading bay to greet the aliens.

Joruv swiveled to the surveillance controls. He flipped the viewscreens to display the loading bay. He hit another button, holding it down. On the screen the doors slowly began to open.

Phetalia, Opum, and Wolov ran down the Through towards the Loading Bay. Aliens were coming on board! Opum kept jumping up to tap port tops as they passed under, and Phetalia would not shut up. Wolov couldn't get into the spirit.

"Hey guys I'm going to grab some of the others," Wolov called to Phetalia and Opum, who had barely noticed he stopped a way back. He wondered what Reven was getting into. Wolov didn't remember seeing him at the bridge, but he hadn't been paying any attention either. Worst case scenario, he'd just go back to his cabin. He preferred it there anyhow.

"I can't wait to see the ears up close!" Phetalia's voice echoed down the hall. Wolov rolled his eyes and disappeared into the Residency Capsule.

Opum whooped with glee. The giant door to the loading bay was in sight. It didn't have a very large window, but it was enough for the two to cram their faces in. They stared into the black expanse of space and waited for the arrival of their visitors. Phetalia wondered what they were going to have for dinner. Likely something good, as this was cause for celebration!

Almost as soon as the hologram on the bridge said it's farewell and vanished the larger of the two Lakkadian ships made it's way to dock with the Auroragon.

On the the Bridge of the craft named the Silent Sister Nyaidia spoke to the holograms of 7 Lakkadians.

The one in the middle spoke. "The conclave approves your request and you are to find out everything you can about this ship and the people on board. Also we know they seem friendly.... but keep your guard up. Good Luck Commander."

With that the holograms vanished and Nyaidia was left alone. Activating her comm she gave her orders. "The five Selected engineers and my Personal Blackguards will meet me in the airlock... Keep your weapons peace tied... but don't tie them too tight... they seem peaceful... but after those pirates... well I have never trusted anyone anyway... You have your orders... XO you have the conn."


Several long moments later the Silent Sister pulled up alongside the Auroragon's airlock. Once the ships where connected Nyaidia followed by the five engineers and flanked by two Blackguards on ether side. The Blackguards where female and wore a skintight black armor covered by a hooded cloak as black as night. Each one had a pistol and short sword tied on her belt. Nyaidia wore her black uniform with a pistol an her thin deadly sliverblade tied on her belt. The engineers where three male and two female they wore simple red jumpsuits and each carried a backpack full of tools. They where unarmed.

"Permission to come aboard?" Nyaidia asked as the airlock doors opened.

"Permission granted," Joruv crackled over a speaker in the airlock. Opum and Phetalia jumped back as the airlock doors woooshed open allowing Nyaida and her guards on board. At sight of the bodyguards Phetalia and Opum took a hard step back. Those chicks were scary. From their all-black attire to holstered weapons at the hilt, Opum considered never even so much as looking at them out of the corner of his eye wrong. Phetalia, though intimidated, had to admit there was something impressive about the display of femme bravado.

Auroragon Bridge

Bridge and front viewing bay of the ship The Auroragon

"What's that?" Phetalia questioned the last of the engineers as they filed through, referring to their backpacks. Part of her wondered if they had any new games- but she knew better than to ask.

"This is so jet!" She gushed under her breath to Opum who eagerly nodded. The two followed the party of aliens as they made their way towards the bridge, jumping ahead to press the right buttons to open the right doors. They finally arrived at the bridge. Opum and Phetalia both had smiles plastered ear to ear as they scrambled to be the one to hit the button, to open the door of the bridge of the Auroragon, for the first time, to anyone other than the survivors of Norvnu.

Nyaidia, her Blackguards, and the engineers made their way on the bridge. She found the children (and adults) that hounded them to get a glance annoying but she managed to not show it.

"They just carry our tools" Nyaidia heard an engineer answer the question of one of the crew.

Nyaidia took a look around the bridge with her own eyes now not though a viewer. Turning to the captain she said. "My engineers will help in whatever way they are able. I have been given the power by my government to act as a diplomat for my people and to further relations between our peoples."

"Oh," said Phetalia, shrugged, and hung back to keep watching. She was glad to hear they were going to help, but was more interested in the technology they brought along than anything else.

"Thank you," Joruv responded to Nyaidia with a light bow of his head, "I'd like to formally invite you to join us in a meal when the day is done. I'm not sure if we have the same diet, but if we can stand the same air surely our similarities extend beyond. Our protein processor malfunctioned, I'm afraid, so we've minimal to offer of that specifically. However our garden is a true treat."

Shaselia nodded and smiled greatly at the mention of the garden.