Diplomatic Mission on Allis Asteroid Field

Cromwells Diplomatic Mission to the Allis Asteroid Field Ambassador Cromwell goes through the files the NR has about the neutral Allis Asteroid field.

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Allis Asteroid Field

Status: neutral

Economy:
The Allis Asteroid field is known to be very dangerous but very rich in seldom elemets. Their economy is based on trade. Although good technicians, they are not good in research. They have only small own food supplies, mostly based on algea and yeast tanks. Hence they have an advanced genetic technology, that mostly is concerned with improving the food supply. The main asteroid "Wella" with the huge administrative buildings, bars and most of the "cultural" groups is placed on the outer part of the asteroid field, that contains smaller ones with uncalculatable routes. The mining is done in a very own way: Bigger asteroids are broken into smaller pieces using a huge Ions & Lasers, like planetary ones. then, a gravitation generator accelerates the boulders towards a orbit around the small sun of the system, so, the boulders melt. Due to centrifugal force while the melting mass orbits the sun, the elements degradeher concerning their mass. The purified mass is then pulled back from the sun using tractor beams.

History:
Not much is known, how Allis was colonized, but the archaic social structures and titles are told be relicts from an ancient mining company, whoose outpost it was. The life there is and always was hard and without much pleasure.

Society:
The social rank are higly dedicated to jobs and is a very strict social ranking from the appointed leader, the Fieng, down to the miners and transporter crew. This ranking is not determined by birth: Workers, male as female, always had been scarce, so that the breeding was done artificially and education is handed over to an own social group that try to find out the best social application for a child. After this, the child is educated, its handed over to one of the "working groups" that replace the family structure in this society. This mysterious group, the Nusi, has a weighty influence in all political, social and economic questions, but they never go for the real powerfull jobs. The society has no male or female privileges but practices gender equality. Because of their economic based on trade, they prefered beeing neutral. Greeting is normally done by showing the closed fist.

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The massive Starship drops out of the hyperspace over the neutral Allis Asteroid Field. The whole bridgecrew wear their parade uniform, and Ambassador Cromwell is suited in the formal white robe of the Senate of the New Republic, with the insignia of Ord Pardron, his home planet of choice, as his reak home always will stay Algara..

Ambassador Cromwell nods to the captain of the Adventurer
Captain "Open Hailing Frequencies, ComOff"
ComOff "Opened Sir!"

Captain "Allis Asteroid Field, this is ACC Adventurer, the Flagship of the New Republic Councel Chairman. We come in diplomatic mission for peace and freedom. TacOff, lower the shields."
The TacOff lowers the shields.

On the huge screen, a female face appears.

"Acc Adventurer, we are happy to see you here. I was informed about your arrival, please go for this waiting location: Alpha/654/MXII. Please raise your shields while waiting, the asteroid impact possibility there is the lowest around, but, it still is too high for diplomatical habits. I patch you through to the Fieng. Welcome at Allis."

Ambassador Cromwell steps up to the middle of the bridge and waits until the communication was stabel, and the face of the Fieng Aldor Ma appears. Ambassador Cromwell bows slightly and waits until the Fieng starts.

Fieng Aldor Ma:" Ambassador, Captain. Its good to see you here. I welcome you at th Allis Asteroid Field and hope, that you will like Wella, that is, lets say, our capital. I hope, that your Crew, Captain, will enjoy the possibilities we have at Wella, and we hope that you will let your crew come down to us, my people are very curious about you all, we don't have much visitors, just some trading buisiness, nornmally."
Cromwell." I'm pleased that I may accept your offer, and I guess, the Captain will aggree."

I'll head down with the first shuttle, Fieng. "

Fieng closes his fist to the formal greeting on Allis and Cromwell returns the greeting, slightly bowing.

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The YT 2400 Star Raider darts out of the huge starship and heads for the main asteroid, Wella, where Ambassador Cromwell faces his first diplomatic mission....

Exit HS at Allis Asteroid Field, medium.

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

fighters:
12/12 Red squad A-wings docked
12/12 Gold squad A-wings docked
12/12 Blue squad A-wings docked
12/12 Silver squad A-wings docked
12/12 Dagger squad Vipers docked
12/12 Sabre squad vipers docked
12/12 Lance squad Vipers docked
12/12 Broadsword squad Vipers docked
12/12 Grey squad X-wings docked
12/12 Green squad X-wings docked
12/12 Purple squad X-wings docked

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) with some crew mebers for Wella.

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Trianii with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) launched for Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Re: We are honored by your presence(Cromwell, W sector Fleet
Admiral)(loyalty correction

Posted by GM Teg on August 23, 1998 at 11:54:42:

In Reply to: We are honored by your presence(Cromwell, W sector Fleet Admiral) posted by Nusi Marca Orthodon on August 23, 1998 at 11:49:45:

: Marca was a little worried about the size of the Republican cruiser. While the Republic had a reputation for peace and honor, it was still terrifically
disquieting to see a ship that size appear at the edge of the undefended colony. She decided that her only prudent course was to admit the Republican
ambassador, lest he direct his ship to open fire on their installation. Additionally, she dispatched a special courier to the closest Imperial sector
capital. As a neutral colony, it was imortant to play both sides against each other. As a final precaution, she had the colony's minimal security
personnel doff their uniforms and pass as normal workers. Grabbing a couple of workers, she impressed them into security uniforms to form an
"honor guard" for the ambassadors arrival. Allis was hospitable enough, but she hadn't risen to this rank by being foolish.

: Marca: Ambassador Cromwell, what brings you to our small colony? I wasn't aware that we warranted any special attention.

None Selected NA

Range: NA
: initial loyalty: 70% Independent 15% Imperial 15% Republican (60% for either nation will sway the system)
: Y-wing streaks away from field, headed for Imperial space

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The Captain of the Adventurer is a bit displeased with the ambassador. He would never had given even one man of his crew permission to go down on Wella. The decision of the Ambassador was not in his sense, BUT IN ANY WAY it would have been HIS decision. Of course, he is here on diplomatic mission, and therefore has to follow the ambassdors orders, as far as it doesn't endangers his ship and his men. With rapid strides, he crosses the bridge again and again, turning sharply around each time he faces the wall. The bridgecrew shows total fascination of their work and only speak, as their duties force them to.

"I want a summary of all ships that go and come. We stay at alert, I always want a fully functional ship all the time. XO, please, go through the personal list and allows those to go down on Wella, that 1) proved to know how to behave, we are on diplomatic mission, 2.) that may leave without letting our ship defenseless 3. who deserves it. I'll be in my ready room."

The XO salutes, and a low sigh of relief goes through the bridgecrew... the y-wing, that started in this moment, entered HS unseen...

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After landing, Cromwell expects the Fieng, Aldor Ma, beeing at the hangar, but he sees a woman of indeterminable age waiting in Front of the honor guard. After playing the anthems of the New Republic and Allis Asteroid Fields ("Be rocky as Allis people, stonily is our life, .."), Cromwell approaches the Lady and says "Mylady, I'm Ambassador Oliver Cromwell and I'm carring out a mission in the name of the Senate of the New Republic."

Marca: "Ambassador Cromwell, what brings you to our small colony? I wasn't aware that we warranted any special attention. I'm Nusi Marca Orthodon and I was asked to bring you to the Fieng."
Cromwell didn't show any motion beside his friendly smile - but he thinks:" A Nusi - this was the social group that controls the education of the children, and often, they are asked in important cases of political, social or other questions. Interesting.." and, beeing even more curios, then before, he answers "Well, Mylady, it's.."
Interrupting the Ambassador she answers friendly "Its Nusi - nothing more or else. This is the title of my group and this is honor enough."
Starting again, a bit confused by beeing corrected so friendly, "Nusi, the mission I 'm on is considerd by myself to be good for you and the New Republic."
Nusi Marca Ortodon nods, recognizing the diplomatical way in saying "I will discuss this with the Fieng", and smiles. That was what she expected. "Then, I guess we will see again after your talk with the Fieng, we shouldn't let him wait." and the Nusi heads for a band-conveyor, that seems to be the normal way of transportation at Allis.

Arriving at the main administrative complex, Cromwell is impressed of the huge technical machinery, that is needed to guarantee the security of the Wella, the mining and administration buildings. It has the ability to board hundreds of transports in a fewws hours only, what makes it a very powerfull mining and trading facility. Of course, to be nearby an asteroid field means danger all the time. He sees a lots of tractor beams and some weapon-looking things, that he thinks, are used against incoming asteroids - well, most of the time. On the other hand, he sees, where the system failed. Even the designated route was choosen to impress, it couldn't hide the need of help. Some parts, that had been destroyed obviously some times ago, had quickly been hidden. Some other parts, where new destruction was caused, the technicians are still at work. Cromwell was unsure how to speak about the obvious help the people of Allis Asteroid fields need - and, of course, how to connect that to the New Republics interest in getting a trusty supplier of high quality raw materials and seldom elements. Looking around, Cromwell smiles into himself, "But I guess, the Honor Guard is not in use very often", seeing the not very good fitting uniforms of some of the Guardsmen.

"Nusi, " he adresses the woman, "where will the crew of the Adventurer be? I only see places for working, nothing for leisure ?"
Marca:"I make a round tour with you and your staff", noding to the 3 persons that looks like a mixture beween bodyguard and secretary, " as soon as your talk to the Fieng is done. And here we are, the office of the Fieng, ambassador. To a lucky ending."

The Nusi closes her fist and Cromwell returns a slight bow, a bit puzzzled about the curious desire. He sees her turning around and leaving, and he notices another aura. The Fieng stands behind him, looking after the Nusi. "They are sometimes strange, arent't they ?" he says and Cromwell fokusses his mind on him: "Fieng, I'm Ambassador Cromwell, and I'm carring out a mission in the name of the Senate of the New Republic."

Fieng: "I'm pleased to meet you, I heared about you some decades ago, you had been Admiral in this time, or ?
Cromwell " Yes, but I have laid down the arms and switched to words..."

1st day of Mission
65% Independent 15% Imperial 20% Republican (60% for either nation will sway the system)
met Marca and got curious about the Nusi,
saw the need of technological upgrade and research help
met Fieng Aldara Ma and started the first talk

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Trianii with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Cromwell: "This time is passed, and in the time of peace and freedom I learned to love it so much, that I never wanted the time of war, hate and death coming back. I started to carry on the work of my father, perhaps you heared from Terrasci, a terraforming and decontamination company, thats what I loved to do. It was tzhe opposite, it was creatin and healing instead of destroying - it was like bringing life back to somewhere, where it vanished. But now, nobody knows, what this young Emperor will do and how the future will be. But I have the feeling, that changes are in the air. I guess you heared the rumours, that the imperial navy is restructured and I fear this means war."

Fieng:" War..... well, its always a point of view - but Allis is not a very interesting place at all - we do have, its not a secret, good raw materials, but everybody can buy them, and I don't think, that anybody could do it hmself. Its a hard world, and you will have to be born here to be able to life here. Look out here" the Fieng opens a viewport and a wonderfull sight over the asteroid field is opened. Cromwell gasps, when seeing the metallic sprinkles of the moving asteroids go hither and thither and the small sun just lights them from the left, making them looking like small flakes of snow in the rising sun. " what you see is more than just a scenic view, its the hell for all scanners, its the hell for fighters, probes and even communication is limited. Every Grand Admiral of the Empire had just a short look at it - and recognized it to be impossible to reign it with fear and Star Destroyers. So, look at me, I'm old, but even if I where a young man, I knew, that is is a kind of insurance against a lot."

Cromwell, nods and hears the words " You speak wise, Fieng, the best war is the one how doesn't take place. I would have been happy if I would have let it happen at Ord Pardron in the same way, but - the imperial spys forced my Prime Minister to act. He won this time - he won freedom and peace."

Fieng "Yes, I heared about, but , as your example show, freedom and peace in the meaning of the New Republic, or ?"

Cromwell "Freedom and peace in the meaning of the Prime Minister, and the meaning of the Parliament as well, Fieng. Joining the Alliance and not only beeing allied, offered Ord Prdron the all possibilities, a huge number of allies give you. Good trade conditions, Security for the planet and all trading routes. And , of course, the membership of the New Republican research fonds and access to the research pool."

Cromwell notices, that the Fieng pretends to be not very interested. "Sorry, Fieng, your time is limited, and I started chatting. Of course we should come to the main point for me beeing here."

Fieng, "Well, aehhh, yes, of course, Ambassador"

Cromwell "I'm here to buy some couple of freighter loads of some raw materials and an interesting amount of seldom elements. The Senate fears a new War, and I'm here to ask, if you have something to sell, what we might be interested in ?...."

2nd day of Mission
60% Independent 15% Imperial 25% Republican (60% for either nation will sway the system)
Talked about politics and the future that means war
The Fieng showed that there are no good possibilities for anyone to reign the system with fear.
Offered a deal : asked raw materials

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

medium

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Fieng:" Ambassador, of course do we have what the Senate is looking for. We are producing all the time and are able to fullfill a lot of orders. But I guess, we can let this be managed by our secretarys, or ? I wnat you to show around on Wella. I guess, you'll be interested in our mining complex ?"

Looking at Cromwell, who just in this situation failed his diplomatic habit, the Fieng relized Cromwells desire, smiles and carries on, "Of course, after the meal if I may invite you ?"

Getting back his pokerface, Cromwell nods and says "Of course, Sir, it would be a pleasure for me", and forgets the nice meal he wanted to discuss with the cook of th Adventurer. Cromwell follows the Fieng when he tries to remember, on what the food supply here was based ... Algea ? Yeast ? The Fieng interrupts the Cromwlls thinking while guiding him towards the main hall, where the dinner was supposed to take place "This meal is a tradition, and you will meet a representative of each major working groups, the administratives, that are represented by myself, the nusi, represented by Marca Ortodon, and some more old groups like the transportation, miners, degradehers and scouts. Of course, we have representatives from the suppliers, which are our local tradesmen and the artists as well. Afterwards, I guess, we will have a look at the leisure quarters of Allis Asteroid field."

Before the ambassador could answer, they arrived at the main hall and Cromwell stops breathing in awareness of this skillfully made room. Its octagonal floor is vaulted by a hemisphere, that consists out of uncountable smaller octagons. Cromwell is surprised by the metallic gleam and the magic of changing colours. The Fieng waits until the Ambassador savored the moment, and then says, "Thats, how we get the metallic fractions - the small octagons are made out of the part of the melting asteroid, where the degradehering didn't work too good. We normally put them back into the procedure, but sometimes, we produce not only technical things. The change in colour depends between which fraction the it was. We always have artists down there, to look for extraordinary pieces. But, we shouldn't let the meal getting cold and the others wait"

After beeing introduced to all the groups representatives and sitting down at the, octagonal, table, he recognized Marca Orthodon sitting beside him. He smiled and forarms his stomach to what it is facing ....

3rd day of Mission
55% Independent 15% Imperial 30% Republican

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

medium

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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During the meal, that the prominent members of the various groups of Allis Asteroid Field society obviously enjoys, Cromwell is happy, that he has the possibility to carry on the small talk. Although the Algea soup, served as starter, was nourishing, it missed the cracky feeling usually going with a vegetable soup WITH vegetables in it. The slightly bitter taste of it went well with the sweet and fruity drink served, but alltogether, it was a dissapointing start. The following meals didn't improve a lot. Yeast steaks, even with genetically added protein and taste, are just not the same as a real one. Technically cultivated plant cells just didn't get the right mouth feeling. But, Cromwell knows, that it was a quite good dinner, for what it was made of. It didn't miss any direction of tastes, there had been sweet, sour, bitter things, some smooth, some hot, some backed and stir fried dishes - it was just, that it always missed the top. In the end, some small cracker are put up, and, while discussing the new opera of Ugfa-lo, one of the most prominent artist in the New Republic, Cromwell tasts one. "I think, that the second part of the opera is the most ..."

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Deluded by the cracker-like looking, Cromwell bit into it, and a nasty tasting greasy liquid runs into his mouth. Cromwell gets pale and his stomach, heroic until now, starts to revolt. "Oh my,..... thats..."

"Tasty, isn't it?", asks the Fieng, taking the second of these "crackers", "this had been the only eadable animals we find in the asteroid field, and you have to get them just before hatching - then they are most delicious. We tried to export them as well, but, there was no possibility to find an appropriate market for them. You should try a sip of one of our spirits, like this one, a 10 years old heftremet.

Still fighting with his stomach over the supremacy , Cromwell gets it manage to nod and, in total desperation, he downs the glass in one gulp. The burning down his throat relieves him from the choking feeling, and he starts to smile. "Fieng, its a marvellous drink, your heftremet, might I have a second one ?"

4th day of Mission
50% Independent 15% Imperial 35% Republican

Survived a meal (hey, noone teels me again, that a diplomatic mission is not dangerous :)

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

medium

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Still not very sure about the future behaviour of his badly insulted stomach, Cromwell carries on the small talk until everybody finished his dinner. He listens the explanations of the technics used to brake the bigger asteroids into smaller parts using traktors and accelerating those boulders towards the sun using some modified grav generators, when Marca Ortodon suggests visiting whole wella. Especially the Group representative from the Artists and Gastronomie gets excited, because there, he would be the one explaining and heading the group.

The Fieng excuses himself, as expected, because he would never be able to step aside and let anybody else be supreme.

Cromwell was aware of the strict hirarchical organization of the Allis society, but, during the meal he didn't feel any differences between the group represenattives. He sighs and recognizes that he has still to learn a lot in the diplomatical field - not only concerning things he is supposed to eat !

Cromwell nods to the leaving Fieng, and looks around to his "secretary", that had the order to look around and give him another kind of information - the meaning of the people. He tried to impress the people of Allis by sending down a huge amount of normal soldiers from the Adventurer - hopefully they behaved well and showed the good side of the new republic - adventur, fun, to discover new planets and visiting all the old ones. But he doesn't see any sign from him.

Cromwell shrugs and turns around to Gamdea, the representative of the Artists and Gastronomist of Wella. "What was his name again" Cromwell asks himself, only remebering the title of the group of the now explaining man.

"What we see here is the oldest part of Allis Asteroid field colonisations, and my group is told to be here from the very beginning...."

Letting the Gamdea explaining, Cromwell looks friendly at all the people passing by, looking very curious at the ambassador. In most of the hallways and places, he sees a small, but noticable amount of New Republic spacetroopers, officers, technicians and more, most of them talking, eating and drinking - the average people as ambassadors ! Cromwell smiles seeing his plan working out quite good.....

5th day of Mission
40% Independent 15% Imperial 40% Republican

doing sightseeing, meeting people

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

medium

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Cromwell goes through the streets of Wella, suddenly seing someone working through the crowd of people going hither and thither. He recognizes his "secretary" and excuses himself. Meeting up with him, his secretary takes a deep breath. He hands a datapad over to Cromwell and takes another depp breath.

Beeing among the people of Allis Asteroid field, Cromwell sees that there is no security code at it and just activates the message...

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NR Governmental Bulletin.

The Council and the Senate of the New Republic has the pleasure to appoint Oliver Cromwell, Ambassador of Ord Pardron to the New Republic as Senator.

He recieves all rights and duties related to his new position in the moment of signing the certificate of appointment.

by order of the Senate and the Council of the

Art Farliner,
Council Chairman

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"Whow - a senator !", the surrounding crowd of people looks at him, when Oliver Cromwell reacted fast. H emoved up a small podium and started to speak: "Dear people of Allis Asteroid Field. Beeing happy to mine new promotion, I will add some present to the fair here at Wella, I'm invited to visit this evening. There will be 200 liters of extra, free wine, I let bring down from the Adventurer. This is for everybody who wants to come.

Very surprised by this announcement, the crowd starts to applause, and Cromwell nods at his secretary, to prepare everything.

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The Captain of the Adventurer gets furious, when the Ensign, resposible for the Kitchen-ressources shows him the order from the Senator.

"Sending my people down, getting the wine, what will he want tomorrow ? that I do some fireworks, eh ? I hate this, with the Council Chairman, it was sensefull what we are doing, but now, orbiting around, partying, ...."

He shakes his head....

6th day of Mission
40% Independent 15% Imperial 45% Republican

Inviting the representatives to the Party of newly appointed SENATOR Cromwell

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

medium

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles launched (group Spec Ops) shuttling crew members to Wella and taking other ones back to the ship

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.
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Cromwell is shaken from left to the right, while he tries to get this old Z95 Headhunter in line and let it not hit one of those asteroids. He has only 3 kilometers left to the mothership, when his tactical display shows another group of 3 T/F dart out from their hideaway. "Blast", Cromwell swears, drops of sweat running down his face and the faster Tie Fighters are coming up soon. Cromwell heads for a medium sized, tumbling asteroid and tries to predict its motions. With a short but sudden change of directions, he just scratched it instead of hitting it, and he hears the emtall of this fioghter beeing teared away. Two of the three T/F didn't even noticed it anymore and exploded with a gigantic firework. The last one creeps up behind the Senators fighter and don't fall into any trap he wants it in. He sees Laser beams coming up from behind and his shield lowers when suddenly lasers coming from the mothership tears the last T/F into pieces and Cromwell enters savely the Hangar...

Cromwell removes the helmet and gets off, recieving greetings from all the technicians and spectators, who followed his ride on several holos. He heads to get a shower and then, to get some of his wine, but definately, this fighter holo simulation is one of the best he ever saw - it is even better than every simulation he had to carry out in the academy some decades ago.

Marca Ortodon stands their among the people, but also seperated, she steps up and says: "Senator, congratulations to your promotion and this specatcle, not many survive a fully hit and fade attack. And as you can see, th epeople of Allis start to love you and the New Republic. Be aware, that their pros might even sway to cons." After a short kiss, she vanishes, and lets a confused Senator behind...

7th day of Mission
35% Independent 15% Imperial 50% Republican

Showing to the people, having fun.

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles docked (group Spec Ops)

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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Back to the feast, Cromwell look around to see Marca Ortodon, but nobody saw her and he did'nt find her himself. Since he left the simulator he became a kind of hero, he just don't know why. A small group of people was always around him as if they where his personal guard. Cromwell chuckles, because he never felt more secure than here, on Allis. The people, although often called reserved, are friendly. Sometimes he nods to a NR soldier, mostly accompanied by one of the nice and self confident woman of Allis. His secretary reported him lately, that several Troopers and even one or two Officers asked the Captain of the Adventurer for the permission to marry.

Cromwell chuckles, thinking about the old fashioned captain of the Adventurere, well, he is good in his job, but alas ! the time changed and so, the ways and means, how we try to carry on the flame of freedom and peace. Cromwell chuckles again, noticing, that he even starts to think like a politician.

Suddenly, a young boy stands before the Senator looking up to him, sceptically, and asks: "Are you the Rebell Senator ?" Cromwell looks surprised at the young boy, crouches and answers, "Yes, young man, I am the rebellian Senator, if you want to call me like this." "But you don't wear uniform ?"

"Well, I am no soldier, not anymore, so, I wear civillian clothes.

"But I do want to kill the emperor ! where do I have to go. A soldier, that is a friend of my groupmate - and he told me that you are the Fieng of the ship out there."

"Well, sorry, to say, but the fieng of the ship, we call him Captain, is still on his ship. I can tell him what to do, but only in some cases. And, how old are you, young man ?"

"I'm 7 standards, soon to be 8 !"

"Well, first, you have to be at least 18 standards, before you can join the troops, and I don't know, if your fieng likes some of his citizen to become soldiers in the NR Navy."

"This is no Problem, because soon we will be part if the NR, thats what the ..."

"Grill ! I told you not just to run away - you have still not finished your homwork and..." the familar voice of Marca Ortodon lets Cromwell look up and the boy looks at him and whispers "Well, than till in 10 years" and getting a reproachful glare from her, Marca vanishes, again...

8th day of Mission
30% Independent 15% Imperial 55% Republican

Adventurer status
shields: 3000/3000
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

15/15 Rebel transports docked(group Commando)
8/8 Lambda class shuttles docked (group Spec Ops)

YT-2400 Star Runner (S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at **** with Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider S: 50/50, H: 50/50, Sys: 100%) at Wella, the main asteroid of the Allis Asteroid field.

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My dear friends of Allis, what is that piece of flotsam doing here? (Tolwyn, Cromwell)

Posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 04, 1998 at 07:54:16:
In Reply to: Allis Asteroid Field Thread - thickening the plot (GOV) posted by Senator Oliver Cromwell on September 01, 1998 at 09:11:25:
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The Allis Asteroid Field was treacherous space, and Stargazer knew it. His assignment was clear, however, and he intended to execute it. Ordering the "Sovereign" out of hyperspace at long range(to insure that no asteroids destroyed his command), Stargazer ordered the ship to battle alert, and
transmitted the Grand Moff's message.

#COM#Teg: To my good friends of the Allis Asteroid Field, I bring greetings. I am shocked to learn that you have chosen to negotiate with the New Republic, and allowed one of their ships to remain in your space. I am here to provide you the support you obviously need to protect your sovereign rights. My ship, the "Sovereign" will engage this vile interloper and drive it from your space. Out of respect for your people, I am also sending some delegates of my own, the Wraith Squadron, to discuss how Allis' needs might be best met by the Empire. I pray you will receive them with gentleness and hospitality.

The image of Teg then demonstrated the traditional greeting, before blinking out. Stargazer knew he didn't have time to wait for the response. The
enemy was out there, and he would have it. The "Adventurer" had eluded him twice already, and this time, he would have it. Contacting his old friend Tolwyn for support, Stargazer prepared for battle.

Majistrate Star Destroyer Sovereign

Range: long
: 8th day of Mission
: 30% Independent 15% Imperial 55% Republican

Wraith Squadron at medium range, flying to planet in 1 of 6 Lambda shuttles (wonder which it is)
Shuttles A-F all at 100% normal

total damage done by Sovereign:
:
:
: MSD Sovereign
: Position: long
: S:3000/3000
: H:3000/3000
: Sys:3300/3000
: Weapons:150 TL, 100 HIC, 60 CMs(x24), 10 PTs(x12), 18 TBs
: Fighters: “Orb Group” 36/36 T/D, “Rod Group” 36/36 T/V, “Scepter Group” 36/36 T/A
: Troops: 1 ST, 3 Fleet, 2 Garrisions

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An odd request(Tolwyn, Cromwell)
Posted by Grand Moff Teg on September 05, 1998 at 06:24:41:
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Stargazer's forces were ready to attack and he knew it. As the ship powered up its weapons, Stargazer checked over the targeting arrays again. Just as Stargazer gave the order to fire, a message came in from the administrative asteroid. The noise from the ion bursts made it hard to hear, so Stargazer returned to his command chair to listen.

#COM#Marca: Imperial and Republican ships. We request that you not engage in your battle in our space. We are beginning a very sensitive meeting and require the peace of our thoughts to take a very important decision. I can assure you, we will react very negatively if you do not leave our space now. Imperial ship, you have no personnel on this system, so we will expect you to leave directly. Republican ship, your Ambassador has a hyperspace capable transport, and we will guarantee him safe passage off the system. Even now, he is waiting in a private quarter for our decision. Any hostile action you take will only compromise his position. Finally, we will not receive any further ambassadors, from either
side. That is all.

Stargazer: Is that true? Sensors, can you confirm?
Comm Officer Bishop: Sir, I can confirm that the "Wraith Squadron" has re-entered hyperspace. Apparently their orders were to go home if they weren't wanted.
Stargazer: Damn. Well, I am not going to ignore the enemy in front of me. If the "Adventurer" goes, we will go, I don't want the Grand Moff taking my head off over this. But if it stays, we will blame the whole mess on them, and slug it out. Continue firing, but plot us a course back to Imperial Center.
Nav Officer: Sir? Do you really mean Coruscant or is this another code like Trianii was?
Stargazer: Look, I was concerned about spies on board, and the Grand Moff wanted to smuggle off Rackus quietly. The best way to do that was to claim we were coming, and attract all that attention. Rackus is safe, and we are here. Do your job and make sure that we can go back to Coruscant the minute that ship disappears, either into space dust or hyperspace. Am I clear?
Nav Officer: Yes, Admiral.

The battery began anew, and Stargazer wondered if he should send fighters into the fray. Probably not, the "Advennturer" outnumbered the
"Sovereign" in a fighter duel by some significant measure. Better to keep this with the guns, and force the "Adventurer" to choose.

Majistrate Star Destroyer Sovereign

Range: long
9th day of Mission (?)
25% Independent 15% Imperial 60% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as not
to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene
OOC Note: I don't know what range the "Adventurer" is in, but since this is an asteroid field, I am assuming it is long
Wraith squadron enters hs

total damage done by Sovereign: 710

MSD Sovereign
Position: long
: : S:3000/3000
: : H:3000/3000
: : Sys:3300/3000
: : Weapons:150 TL, 100 HIC, 60 CMs(x24), 10 PTs(x12), 18 TBs
: : Fighters: “Orb Group” 36/36 T/D, “Rod Group” 36/36 T/V, “Scepter Group” 36/36 T/A
: : Troops: 1 ST, 3 Fleet, 2 Garrisions

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And yet they remain (Cromwell)
Posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 06, 1998 at 15:27:05:
In Reply to: An odd request(Tolwyn, Cromwell) posted by Grand Moff Teg on September 05, 1998 at 06:24:41:
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Stargazer had to agree with his tactical advisors. The "Adventurer" was behaving oddly. While they had word from the Republican sympathizers on
Allis that their Ambassador Cromwell was safe, they continued to remain at the edge of the asteroid field in clear danger from the "Sovereign's"
powerful guns. Stargazer expected several responses, but silence was not one of them. Accordingly, he fell back on standard Imperial procedure:
attack.

Stargazer: Helm, bring us alongside them and engage them with a full broadside. Additionally see if anything pokes through their scanners while we go by. I don't know how long it will take for the Allis folks to decide we need to leave, but lets lay into that piece of garbage while we can.
Another furious burst of fire erupted from the ship, finding its target and weakening the enemy's shields.

Majistrate Star Destroyer Sovereign
Range: medium
10th day of Mission (?)
20% Independent 15% Imperial 65% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as not
to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene

:
: total damage done by Sovereign: 710
Total Damage to date to "Adventurer": 1420

:
: MSD Sovereign
: Position: medium
: : : S:3000/3000
: : : H:3000/3000
: : : Sys:3300/3000
: : : Weapons:150 TL, 100 HIC, 60 CMs(x24), 10 PTs(x12), 18 TBs
: : : Fighters: “Orb Group” 36/36 T/D, “Rod Group” 36/36 T/V, “Scepter Group” 36/36 T/A
: : : Troops: 1 ST, 3 Fleet, 2 Garrisions

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Hit them hard! (Cromwell)
Posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 07, 1998 at 17:40:35:
In Reply to: And yet they remain (Cromwell) posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 06, 1998 at 15:27:05:
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Still the "Adventurer" remained. By Stargazer's estimates, the ship would soon be in real danger. His duty was clear. Ordering up the bombing strikes that he had held back for so long, Stargazer wondered what medal he would receive for bringing the Emperor a trophy of this magnitude.

Majistrate Star Destroyer Sovereign

Range: medium
: 11th day of Mission (?)
: 15% Independent 15% Imperial 70% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as not
to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
: Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene

all fighters prepare bombing run in 2 groups:
24/24 T/A, 36/36 T/D
12/12 TA, 36/36 T/V
: : total damage done by Sovereign: 710
: Total Damage to date to "Adventurer": 2130
:
: :
: : MSD Sovereign
: : Position: medium
: : : : S:3000/3000
: : : : H:3000/3000
: : : : Sys:3300/3000
: : : : Weapons:150 TL, 100 HIC, 60 CMs(x24), 10 PTs(x12), 18 TBs
: : : : Fighters: “Orb Group” 36/36 T/D, “Rod Group” 36/36 T/V, “Scepter Group” 36/36 T/A
: : : : Troops: 1 ST, 3 Fleet, 2 Garrisions

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We are leaving..for now! (Stargazer, Cromwell, Alis people)
Posted by Captain McLean on September 08, 1998 at 08:50:58:
In Reply to: Hit them hard! (Cromwell) posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 07, 1998 at 17:40:35:
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Adventurer shaked again, reciving yet another barrage of fire from the "Sovereign".

FO:Captain, Sir, shall we return fire? It is starting to get dangerous! And "Sovereign" is deploying starfighters!
Captain: We need aprooval from Senator Cromwell! Com officer, did you managed to get through?
CO:I am reciving incoming transmission from planet, using Senators personal encryption code...but quality of link is wery bad, Sir.
Captain: Play the transmission, please.
SO: Sir, we detect small starship leaving main asteroid, it is heading for "Sovereign"!
Captain: Can we stop it?
SO: No, Sir, they are moving in the way that other asteroids protect them from our weapons, and they will reach "Sovereign" before we will manage to deploy
fighters.
CO: Re-playing message now, Sir...

Holographic image of woman apeared over holoprojector, even as image was damaged by heavy static, it was clear that she was strikingly beauteful.

Woman: My name is Marca Ortodon, and I am contacting you in the name of Senator Cromwell. He is lying ill right now, aparently because of some strange virus infection. We are working on cure to get him back on his feet again, but right now his life is in danger. He asked me to deliver following message to captain of "Adventurer": "Celestial bodies are in movement".

That is the message, I hope it have more meaning for you than for me. Ortodon, out.

Captain turned to nav officer:

Captain: Nav, plot the corse to *****. Com, send signal Alpha-centurion-trio to fleet HQ.
NO: Course calculated, Sir.
CO: Sent, Sir.
Captain: Helm, engage.
FO: Sir??? Are we leaving?
Captain: Yes. But we will be waiting for signal to return nearby, or, in case if imperials will not leave Alis, we will await our backup forces.

Just as captain McLean reached his chair, "Adventurer" adjused its heading and with the roar of hyperdrives dissapeared from the Alis asteroid field...

Ambassador Class Cruiser Adventurer

Range: medium-HS
12th day of Mission (?)
15% Independent 15% Imperial 70% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as not
to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene(has caught ilness due to virus planted in his food by imperial agent who is retreating to "Sovereign".)
Recived message from Marca Ortodon
Adventurer entered hyperspace for *****
Encrypted message sent to fleet HQ

Adventurer status:

shields: 1200/3000(Dropped to recharge faster)
hull: 3000/3000
sys: 100%

fighters:
all docked
freighters:

YT-2400 Star Runner in HS to ***** with Council Chairman Art Farliner
YT-2400 Star Raider on main asteroid of Alis.

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Waiting...(Cromwell, Teg, Alis people)THIS ONE
Posted by Captain McLean on September 09, 1998 at 07:35:11:
In Reply to: Waiting...(Cromwell, Teg, Alis people) posted by Captain McLean on September 09, 1998 at 07:32:57:
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Low thud of hyperdrives faded away as massive warship exited hyperspace in deep space, far beyound sensor range of nearest star system, which was Alis asteroid field.

FO:Sir, we have reached our destination, and are continuing with shield recharging. Also, our sensor probe, left back in Alis asteroid field, indicates that"Sovereign" has left the system.
Captain: Good. Send transmission for Councillors office, informing him about our current position, I think that it is about time he will want to arrive here.
CO:Mission sent, Sir. Using encryption code "Astrolabus".
Captain: Wery well. Now we will wait for results of voting, which should start any moment now. Keep it yelow alert, First.
FO: Aye Sir.

Intercom system transmited FO voice into every room onboard massive cruiser, and displayes in crew stations indicated that alert level has changed from Red to Yelow, what meant that some pert of crewman will be able to leave posts and get some rest. Black emptienes of space surrounded cruiser, only lighted up by distant stars. Crewman, who was allowed to leave from their positions filled recreation fascilities, freshers and immediately used most of food dispensers avaliable for their use. Meanwhile, ships powerfull deflector shield generators continued to gather energy, ready to surround ship with nearly inpenetriable energy field...

Ambassador Class Cruiser Adventurer

Range: deep space
: : 12th day of Mission (?)
: : 15% Independent 15% Imperial 70% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as
not to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
: : Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene(has caught ilness due to virus planted in his food by imperial agent who is retreating to "Sovereign".)
: Recived message from sensor probe that "Sovereign" has left system.
: Adventurer exited hyperspace at *****
: Encrypted message sent to Farliners office

: Adventurer status:

: shields: 1800/3000(Dropped to recharge faster)
: hull: 3000/3000
: sys: 100%

: fighters:
: all docked
: freighters:

: YT-2400 Star Runner on Hotth with Council Chairman Art Farliner
: YT-2400 Star Raider on main asteroid of Alis.

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Another time, McClean (Cromwell)
Posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 08, 1998 at 09:03:36:
In Reply to: Hit them hard! (Cromwell) posted by Admiral Stargazer on September 07, 1998 at 17:40:35:
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Stargazer's fists became hard balls of rage as the "Adventurer" leapt into hyperspace. If only Tolwyn had responded sooner, if only someone at
Imperial Command had sent out an Interdictor.... But recriminations would not win back the Allis Asteroid Field, nor would they destroy that ship and its damnable crew. No, Stargazer only had one reasonable choice and he knew his duty. Another day would come for the victory so long delayed.

Stargazer: Transmit the jump coordinates to our fighters. We leave now.

Sullen and dejected, the bridge crew responded to their Admiral's commands. They all knew how close they had been here, and they knew that
Stargazer would be in a very bad mood for several days. As the massive Imperial ship jumped into hyperspace, Stargazer wondered if his fall back
plan would bear fruit.

Majistrate Star Destroyer Sovereign
Range: HS
: : 11th day of Mission (?)
: : 15% Independent 15% Imperial 70% Republican (Allis folks meeting to vote on joining; will announce as soon as "Sovereign" and "Adventurer" leave, so as
not to appear as if they were coerced by military force)
: Cromwell in private room with observation of the scene
: all fighters enter hs for *****
: 24/24 T/A, 36/36 T/D
: 12/12 TA, 36/36 T/V
: : : total damage done by Sovereign:
: : : MSD Sovereign
: : : Position: hs for *****
: : : : : S:3000/3000
: : : : : H:3000/3000
: : : : : Sys:3300/3000
: : : : : Weapons:150 TL, 100 HIC, 60 CMs(x24), 10 PTs(x12), 18 TBs
: : : : : Fighters: “Orb Group” 36/36 T/D, “Rod Group” 36/36 T/V, “Scepter Group” 36/36 T/A
: : : : : Troops: 1 ST, 3 Fleet, 2 Garrisions

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Cromwell feels his head burning, flammes go around and around before his eyes and small red devils jump up and down, while acid runs through his veins. Crying in agony he goes back and forth just his fastened body prevents him from hurting himself.

A green sheet seperates his small room from the others: the same picture of ill people was doubled dozent times and meddroids examines one by one, with a constancy human personal would never stand. The Fieng was ill as well, and the Vice Fieng always contacted Marca Ortodon in all questions, where she just returned from to get new informations about the ill Senator, but, no changes up to now.

The Nusi scientists work now since a week, nearly without sleeping, to discover the source of this sudden pest and they discovered a new virus. Examining this strange new pathopgenic germ and decoding its genetic code, they faced a new challenge... but until now, the highly educated and capable Group of scientists had no start how to fight this illness.

Just after the crisis, when the New Republic showed its diplomatic strength and their will of peace in not fighting in Allis Space but leaving, the last thing, the Fieng did facing the epidemy, he called emergency case, and all personal was called to the arms. Each hour, the status was announced, but so far, no news bundled in - neither from the Empire nor from the New Republic. The people of Allis stand together and discuss the frightening situation, their home has suddenly been in. Their neutrality was nothing more anymore than a word on the paper.

Nobody knew, what had happened if the Rebell captain would have decided to accept the provocation - but he stayed calm. Now, 2 days after the crisis, the nerves cool down, and the people fear with their ill compatriots. Most of the rebel troops, that where on Allis when the Sovereign attacked their ship, fell ill, but after the first 2 days, no more people got the illness. Only a pair of squadron pilots from MonCalamari and 3 other soldiers got away like 80 % of the allis people - a miracle for the scientists.

Cromwell ill at Allis with dozents more people
Scientists discovered a strange virus, but are still at work to find a proper serum....

Loyality 70% Republican, 15% neutral, 15 % imperial

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AFter several days of research and suffering set backs, Sihrea sleeps deeply in her room beside the genetic laboratory. She just fell asleep in her working clothes and didn't leave still the pest started, but, nothing new about the virus ! Turning around in uneasy sleep, she suddenly wakes up - "thats it !". She just recognized the pattern, and found the reasons for the strange scheme of ill people... she opens a copm to the working group and starts to hand out orders....

Cromwell awakes slowly - still having the fear of seeing small devils dancing around he sees a blurry picture of the world around ... Algara, his family ? No..... he was on... on .... shaking his head his view cleares a bit and he sees Marca Ortodon standing some meters away, questioning a med droid. Remebering, wher he is and what he is, he smiles and starts to asay something, but nothing comes through. Clearing his throat, he starts again, and a tiny small voice comes out, not the trained voice of a speaker and hobby singer. Marca turns around, makes sends the droid away and says
" So, Seator, back among the living ?" "Yes, " he whispers, "It seems like this, what the hell.."
"We think it was a artifical virus, changed to attack those with a specific gene - it seems, that some imperials didn't like you too much, eh ?"
"Well, lets say, I have some thinks to discuss with them."
Marca starts to laugh, a heartbreaking voice in this sterile environment, where Cromwell hears a lot of more people.
"We found the key to the illness - you'll get well very soon. I think the imps tried to come as helper, but, we didn't need them..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ some days later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cromwell rises slowly from his bed, still weakened by the illness, bu this day was one of the greates in his short diplomatic carreer. He puts on the white robe of the diplomatic corps and the NR Senate. His robe with the Insignia of Ord Pardron embroided on his chest and the pin that distinguishes him as senator of the New Republic. A short look at the clock lets him hurry up a bit, and just shortly after he finished, he heares the com beeping and a military voice announces:"Senator, your honor guard"

Cromwell smiles remembering the honor guard he met at his arrival. Exiting the room, he is surprised. The guardians looks straight, military not like the opne he had before. Astonished, he waits a moment, but then he understands and heads with a six persons honor guard towards the main hall and Cromwell stops breathing again in awareness of this skillfully made room. Its octagonal floor is vaulted by a hemisphere, that consists out of uncountable smaller octagonsIts surprising metallic gleam and the magic of changing colours wass now enhanced by the opened walls, and the small sun, far away sends its beams into the hall. A crowd of people, dressed in their formal uniforms of the various groußs and subgroups that form the society of Allis, awaits this moment.

Fieng, as pale as Cromwell from the illness announces :"Senator of the New Republic, Oliver Cromwell, you asked for a assembly of the groups, so that is the assembly of Allis, the groups are here : what is your desire ?"

Cromwll was introduced to the ritual beginning of any ceremony on Allis and, as well he knows, that most of the people knows him by now from the news, he answers " Fieng, dear People of Allis. I'm Oliver Cromwell, Ambassador of Ord Prdron to the New Republic and Senator of the Senate of the New Republic. I was send here to offer you peace, freedom and egality in unity. This system went through a time of silence, prospering, working, living. I fear, that this time is over. The empire focusses his powers. Their navy is reorganized, and what this means, everybody saw here. First, the Grand Moff put it on himself to break your laws ion firing on an peacefull vessel, the new republican ship Adventurer. Then, this pest, that was definately artifical! Well, no one will tell me a liar, if I blame the New Empire and this child-emperor for it. This would be your future, this would be your fate. But, with the alliance of the New Republic, you will stand this. We offer you technology, treaties for your minerals and seldom elelments and security. You will be membver of the NR Senate. I 'm here to ask you to join the New Republic !"

The Fieng takes over "Assembly of Allis ! You heared what the Senator askes us for. The discussion about this was made, the Senator had the last word. We now get back to our quarters, and tomorrow by this time, we will decide !"

The next day, Cromwell stands again at the same point in the ceromy hall. The groups come in, one by one, and the Fieng rises his closed fist for the ritual welcome on Allis. The representatives of the groups stand in front of it and Cromwell sees the men and women he met the first time with the meal, that nearly killed all his stomach-nerves.

Playing the anthem of the New Republic and then the one of Allis "Be rocky as Allis people, stonily is our life, .." and then the group representatives come up, to gazettes the votes.

"Joining"
"Joining"
"Joining"
"Joining"
"Joining"
"Joining"
"Joining"

then, as last group, Marca Ortodon steps up for the Nusi, and looks into the blue eyes of the republican politician

"Joining"

Cromwell smiles, and nods and then speaks the words, he always wants to speak somewhen for his homeplanet, Algara, as well

"Hereby I am authorized by the Senate of the New Republic in the name of President Leia Organa - Solo to declare the system of Allis as Member of the New Republic, with all rights and duties.

Comment from the holographic archivist: "In the Consolidation Area, no planet had the real chance to vote on where they want to belong to. The planets fhad fallen into sectors of a de facto authority of the so-called New Empire or the New Republic. In the end of the Area, and especially with the end of the 30 years peace treaty, both sides had turned to use buisiness and trade to engage each planet into a network of duties - hence, "uninteresting" planets, like asteroid fields, or some self-supplying planets must have been considered neutral. The breaking of the peace treaty by the imperial Fleet Admiral Natheau was prepared in this time - rumours about a new civil war caused many systems to get in touch with either the one or the other side. With Allis asteroid field, the diplomatic missions became a totally new dimension, as it was the first system that directly converted and joined the New Republic."

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