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--- Quote from: LordNecross on November 23, 2013, 02:04:52 AM ---Frontier: The Void
Year: 2582 ; 120 Earth Years Prior to current year
At a random point in third Quadrant a massive rip in Quantum foam opened a massive spiraling menagerie of light and energy, and out tumbled a massive hulk of metal and rock. The huge object was the size of a small moon, and seemed to be made of the clumped and fused hulls of massive star ships and asteroids that had joined with it. It burned, and spurted as if the hulk had been shot at and heavily damaged, in fact it seemed that the Hulk had been blow in half, and this was only a singular half of a larger clump.
The rip slowly sealed itself, as the laws of reality yet again came into play, leaving a strange foreign object of matter, wholly not from this reality or universe, tumbling through space the burning wreck of foreign matter, most likely housed some unfortunate dwellers. The objects venture in this new reality did not last very long as it seemed to have come out in from of the path of a much larger celestial body, a massive comet that was at least twice its size.
The passing of 5 hours concluded that the two object would meet, and so they did, as the comet crashed into the hulk, both were destroyed in a fantastic display of ice, rock and metal, that glinted the distant star light, appearing as a bright white fire work of cold ice and metal. All occurred without a sound, not the slightest, and what occurred here would probably never be known, a silent event in a soundless void.
One piece however was on a direct course with a nearby planet, that one piece housed something that would change the course of the planet it hit, the course of life on it, and possibly of life in the galaxy.
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20 Years later
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Above a lush verdant world, a single piece of the outer hulk descended towards the surface. Many of its brethren had formed an icy ring around the planet, but it was destined to make impact with the world.
Down below the world had a vast hyperactive ecosystem, everything on the planet was potentially harmful, from the most unassuming plants, to massive predators and environmental hazards. The piece of our traveler made impact with the atmosphere as it began to shed its rocky outer layers and revealed a large metallic object of some sort, headed straight for ground, it looked like it had been constructed, and its rounded shape looked like it was made for impacts, but whatever systems were meant to correct it, had failed long ago as it made impact in a thick jungle, destroying a quarter mile of verdant foliage.
The metal vessel was blown asunder and it released a virulent cloud of green spores that landed in the upturned soil of the impact site, new life would start here.
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100 years later, the Earth Year 2702
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On the outer edge of the galaxy, a new phenomenon was occurring unlike the torrential rip that had happened a century prior, this one was control and nearly unnoticeable. A slit in the fabric of space and time opened and a fleet of dark crescent shaped ships of various sizes poured through. Sleek and dark the blended in well with the void, the only thing betraying their presence was when they happened to pass in front of the distant star light.
There were several large ships in the fleet that dwarfed the smaller ones near them. Within the central most one, in a central chamber sat a large robed figure holding a staff much like a Scythe, with a Scythe blade pointing in each direction. He had a flowing green robe and hood that hid his face in shadow except for two glowing emerald eyes.
His metallic, sharp fingers rapped against the ebony stone throne he sat on, he eventually tapped in the air and a misty interface made out of a greenish fog appear, strange alien runes and symbols on it, that defied understanding, he tapped on a few of them and then the interface disappeared.
A cold voice began to speak, it sounded artificial, a dark voice with a hint of synthetic emanation. It spoke in a completely alien language, one that used sounds that did not seem to be within the capacity of Human vocal manipulation.
For the sake of knowledge though, this was said,"Recon fleet, We have.....arrived. This is the calculated position of our targets arrival, it must have arrived within this galaxy."
The metal being continued,"I want all scout ships to begin plotting a galactic map, scan systems with orbiting bodies, and only chart starts without them. I expect this to be done quickly, we must check and see how much of a time difference there has been since our arrival. That is all, the rest, proceed to find a suitable planet for a tomb base." W
With that the fleet disperse, disappearing as quickly as they had arrived, with modes of transport beyond the capacity of understanding for lesser beings. The galaxy now had silent watchers, observers....from beyond.
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--- Quote from: Ragez on November 23, 2013, 11:25:10 AM ----Year 1205 of the Vis Calendar, Planet of Visei-
The flying city, Aura, was the capital city of the Vis Dominion; a royal city in which only the privileged could enter. Yet, despite this, the city had massive spires that ran upwards and downwards through the clouds; millions of people residing within them working towards the advancement of the Dominion. Ring sections of the city turned at different intervals, allowing for maximum transportation productivity. Yet today was an especially auspicious day, in which those millions of residents came out to the streets in celebration; it was the 1205th anniversary of the birth of the Vis, the celebration of their creation by their extinct creators the Aedir.
In the middle of the city, looking over the bright city whose streets and walls shone with beautiful energy displays (the very picture of opulence in Vis society) was the tallest tower, Xiphialis: The Palace of the Xiphial, the ruler of Vis society birthed by their collective unconscious desires. Said ruler was currently standing on the palace's balcony, overlooking the festivities as he held what looked like a battery in his hands. He was very tall, standing even taller than his Vis subjects, and his unique emerald crystal shone light on the rest of his magnificent regal form.
At his side was his aide and bodyguard, Zai, a man who had served the Xiphial for two generations. The current 40th Xiphial, Ziren, had only faint memories of the man; psychological footprints of the previous incarnation of the Xiphial. But in his five years with the man, a companionship had been created that surpassed that of mere friendship.
"Sire, I bring you news regarding the efforts of the Savants in unravelling the alien technology of the crashed ships." Zai spoke, his energy body vibrating at the exact frequency to create the noises he 'spoke', "Their language is still beyond us, but we have achieved rudimentary synchronisation with their systems and are attempting to decode their programming language. Of course, this will still require us to decrypt the systems to gain any useful technology; a process that will take quite a while to complete."
Ziren turned towards his companion, interest showing in his features, "Interesting, tell them that we will redirect Savants from code breaking sectors to aid them. Our ultimate goal is not far off, it seems." He replied, looking towards the skies
"Sire, if I may..." Zai spoke with uncertainty, "Certainly, the aliens did come here with technology that allowed them to go faster than the Aur Limit; but we may have to wait years, if not decades, for us to utilise such a discovery even with the aid of our invader's technology."
The Xiphial frowned, "We do not have decades, Zai. Our expansion into the Aur System has been slow and has only served to delay the inevitable; we cannot stay in this system for much longer without our population suffering from the consequences." He spoke, "Fusion has powered us well over the years, but our resources are growing thin and soon we will be unable to sustain our growth."
"How fast do you wish for this development to be completed, then?" Zai asked, seeing the fire of ambition in his lord's eyes
Ziren's expression turned serious, turning towards the festivities down in the city and seeing his people enjoy the fruits of their labor. He could not allow them to make sacrifices in the name of stalled progress.
"Within the year, no later."
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--- Quote from: wisekill1 on November 23, 2013, 04:37:41 PM ---Hoa; two months before unification.
Colonel Res Tona, commander of the first Foreign occupation Regiment was the first intelligent organic being to lay eyes on the radioactive wasteland that was once the great city of Yama. Before the Unification war over twenty million Kaveni called the Yama, the greatest and oldest city on the planet their home.
As more of his soldiers made it to the top of hill he was standing on he felt the need to say something, if only assure them that they were fighting for the right side. He slowly turned around to see that everyone, all 5000 soldiers under his command were watching over this black field, not even the slightest indication of life or habitation remained.
After almost two whole minutes of silence Colonel Tona finally moved, he took a few more steps forward and took the banner of the Kaveni Empire from his back.
“By degree of our Emperor, Balu Tau. Our enemies will burn before our feet, their homes shall be reduced to ash and our people will be united.”
He said as he planted the banner into the burned ground.
Hoa; 212 years after unification (present time).
Res Tona watched out of the window of his room, now that he was old and in an retirement home he would often get lost in his memories of the unification war.
200 years ago he wouldn’t have imagined himself being alone in a retirement home almost 300 meters above the ground. after his first battle he never even dared imagine himself surviving the unification war. But he did survive, and he was honourably discharged almost 30 years after the war at the rank of Major General.
Because of that, and the dozens of other jobs Res had after the war he could now afford to live in one of the best retirement homes on Hoa.
He was content to sit back and enjoy his well-earned peace while the younger generations of his race cast their eyes upwards towards to sky, and the Void beyond.
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--- Quote from: Tobbs on November 23, 2013, 06:25:39 PM ----15th Day of Harvest, Year 612 of the Fifth Era-
-Planet Qart Hadasht-
The whole planet was teeming with activity, more so than usual. The planet's people, the Pheledioms, were running about in their cities, towns and villages, all working on a tight schedule. Almost half of the Days of Harvest had already passed, and the Festival of Harvest was quickly approaching. It was in the minds of all, with anticipation, excitement and stress at the same time. It was the greatest festival there was to the Pheledioms, both those of the Zahati and those of her client states. It was when everyone celebrated the end of the harvest, and food was aplenty, which had turned into a very important moment on a world as arid as Qart Hadasht. The festival was where the people feasted for five days and five nights in the beginning of the Days of Plenty, before they had to prepare for the annual dry season.
In the great capital city of Ba'al Hammon, the activity was particularly high, as all was being prepared. In the great Grand Temple, its magnificent form standing proudly among the countless buildings of the city, Ishkar Mahatu XIV stood within his throne room. He was clad in a crimson red robe with golden accents, and with a dark purple cape draped around his chest and left shoulder. His fingers all had a beautiful golden ring, each adorned with a shining gem. His long, braided hair, which was still black despite his old age, was also adorned with golden rings, each braid having between two and four rings, and the six spikes on his lower jaw also had golden rings on them. On his arms were four golden bracelets, one on each lower arm and one on each upper arm.
The old man stood on the beautiful white stone floor of the throne room, looking out through the gaps between the great stone pillars where one went out to the great balcony. He looked out on the great city, and the lush, grassy plains beyond. He was truly a proud man. He was proud of serving God as his Ishkar, proud to serve his people as their ruler, proud of the great city his ancestors had built, and proud of his people for their determination to this great tradition.
Mahatu heard the great door to his throne room open, and someone walked into the great room before once again closing the door. The Ishkar turned around, and between the two guards who stood by the door, was a young man. He was dressed in the traditional white robe of the lower ranks of the Temple. He made a deep, humble bow as he noticed the Ishkar saw him. The old man raised a brow plate. Someone of this young man's rank would have no business in the throne room other than to deliver a message. "What news do you bring?"asked the Ishkar, his dark voice echoing in the large room, the tone filled with age, but also authority.
The young man made another bow, before speaking. "Your holiness, there has been a rebellion in Ekshetra. A group of heretics have risen up and demands to have their religious beliefs accepted by the Temple."he spoke, his tone making it clear that he himself found the idea ridiculous.
Mahatu simply scoffed as he turned away and looked back over the city. "Ridiculous."he said, tying his hands behind his back. "My answer is simple: let them be until the end of the Festival of Harvest, then crush them, and bring their heads back to Ba'al Hammon. No mercy for heretic scum."
The young man made another bow. "Yes, your holiness."he said, then left the room.
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-2502 A.D, fifteen years after the Third World War, five years after the European Unification Crisis
-The Hague, Netherlands, European Union, Earth
The atmosphere in The Hague was tense, not with hostility, though there was indeed a lingering animosity, but with a nervous excitement. If all went well, then this day would mark the most historic turning point in human history, since the end of World War III fifteen years prior. It had taken a decade of intense diplomatic talks, almost derailed by the destruction of Geneva, but in the end it finally looked like the delegates would hammer out the final details. Today the delegates from the United States, Russia, China, the EU and the United Commonwealth were working out the final details of the Treaty of The Hague, the peace agreement reached by the opposing powers that ended the Third World War. But there was a special clause to be added, and it would be revealed today.
Eight hours later, Colonel Andrew Sharpe (Ret.) watched the TV set with his family with intense interest, as the newscaster announced that the major world powers had finally signed the final treaty, that they said would make history.
"...and we now go live to the signing of the Treaty of The Hague, where we are told the leaders of the five signatory powers have an announcement to make".
On the live footage, the President of the United States, the President of the EU, the Queen of the Commonwealth, President of Russia and the President of China stepped onto the platform, with the US President starting:
"Today marks a historic occasion, not just for those who fought in the last, and we hope final World War, but for all nations of the world. Fifteen years ago the world stood on the brink of destruction, our sons and daughters had fought and died on faraway battlefields for two years, and the nuclear arsenals of the entire Earth seemed ready to be unleashed upon us all."
The Queen then began "But on this day, fifteen years ago, the world waked up to what was about to happen, and began the long process towards ending the greatest and most terrible conflict in human history to date. After so many had perished in the terrible fighting, the people of the Earth finally had cause to hope."
The President of Russia then continued "We had realized that through our differences and fighting, we were about to erase our centuries of progress we had made as a species. We had colonized the Moon and Mars, we had begun to mine asteroids, and we were poised to go even further."
The President of China said "All of the great advances of the past three hundred years, were not the works of just one nation. Without the combined resources and efforts of Russia and China, we could not have established the first Lunar mining operations. Without the EU or the Commonwealth, the US could not have established the first Martian colony. We had all worked together to achieve these great thing's, and we did not realize it."
The President of the EU then said "But we did realize the terrible destruction we could have unleashed, from the examples of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and the nuclear terrorist attacks that destroyed San Diego, and once again to Geneva five years ago. We vowed never to allow this to happen again, and for the past fifteen years we have working towards this goal. This treaty is not just the final touches to the end of a terrible war, but the beginning of a new era for the peoples of Earth. Today, we are proud to announce the formation of the Coalition States of Earth, a supranational union of our great nations, that will be the engine to power global innovation, bring peace to our world, and lead humanity to the stars."
The five leaders stepped back to a roaring applause. Andrew Sharpe and his family stared in shock at their TV, not even listening to some of the details of this new union being rattled off. It was, indeed, quite a day.
-2702 A.D, 200th Anniversary of the formation of the Coalition States of Earth
-The Hague, Netherlands, European Union, Earth
Fireworks were lighting up the sky of the whole city. The Bicentennial of the Coalition had gone off to a good start, and as the night approached, it looked to stay that way. Alexander Reid stared outside the window of his office for a few more moments, before returning to his briefing notes. Thing's had been relatively quiet this year. Trade with Mars Corps was continuing at a steady pace, there had only been a couple of major protests against the Coalition, and most importantly the Vox Populi had only blown one thing up this year, and nothing of any significance at that.
He sighed and collected his notes on his datapad. It was time to hold another session of the Security Council, this time on discussing opening further trade with Mars, and expanding the UCNS...to counter Mars.
Reid shook his head and went out the door.
True Evangelion:
Planet Osea: Capital of the Osean Federation
"It'll be 600 years to the day soon, where the heavens split apart and countless bolts of light rained down upon us. I think this calls for a history lesson..." the voice said as Mathias turned on the computer systems in his Falken aerial fighter.
"A group of small asteroids was found orbiting around our sun, now named the Ulysses cluster. There was over 10,000 fragments whose orbit put them in a collision course with our planet, and we had no possible way to divert or destroy all the asteroids. In response to this oncoming disaster, six stonehenge railgun facilities were built on various points on our planet that would engage the fragments that would hit our planet. Many fragments were destroyed by the air-burst projectiles launched by the stonehenge facility, but majority of them crashed into the planet, spreading mass devastation on the ground. Thankfully however, our buildings were able to survive due to the structure we use. It is not a factor of defense or construction strength, it was the fact that at the time we did not need complex structures, so we used light fibers. If this happened now, we would of been in for a world of trouble. Anyways, the Ulysses accident is now known as "The Fall", where in addition your space ship miraculously survived the stonehenge bombardment and crash-landed on our planet near the equator in Sector B9K. Everyone was in a cryo-stasis chamber, but you were the only survivor. 2 years ago, you were awakened and drafted into our defense forces, as required by all citizens. Whether you say after your required term is up to you."
An alarm interrupted the conversation, with a red spinning circle that surrounded the word "Sortie" that appeared on Mathias's HUD.
"Ah, I see it's time to get going. We'll continue this later." The voice said.
Ragez:
-The Moon of Xeios, Sea of Souls, Military Research Facility-
Xeios (Moon of Ice) was one of two moons orbiting Visei, the other being named Xeius (Moon of Magma), and was the larger of the two moons. It was inhabited by millions of Vis colonists, who created a lunar colony on the icy moon which thrived due to the presence of sufficient resources and geothermal energy sources. The Vis did not need the colony to have a 'breathable' atmosphere, as they did not 'breath' nor did they consume the animals and plants which grew on Visei and on neighbouring worlds, but the energy requirements were still massive; such that for most of Xeios' colonisation it was unable to provide its own colonists with energy to sate their needs.
Xeius, a volcanic moon, was deemed uninhabitable by Vis long ago due to its extremely dangerous volcanic and geological activity. But provides the Vis of Xeios with geothermal energy from power arrays on the volcanic moon alongside resources from mining it's mineral-rich surface. Xeios and Xeius both formed an essential part of the fledging Vis Dominion, with Xeios serving as a base for the Vis Military used to test new military equipment.
In the Sea of Souls, one of the larger Xeiosian 'seas', one such base existed. It was a large complex, glowing with energy shields that kept it safe from asteroid impacts which were a constant hazard on Xeios. Currently, a new piece of military equipment was being tested inside a hanger bay; a large humanoid (or rather, Visoid) machine that towered over its creators at six meters tall.
"Prototype Mechanized Warrior-010 'Xivilai', ready for deployment." Spoke a female Vis voice from the machine, lines of light running across it as it stood up and detached the thick energy-supplying wires which connected to every part of its frame
Several Vis Savants moved away from the machine, waiting with breathless anticipation as the hanger bay doors slowly opened up to reveal the mock battlefield which had been readied to test it. One of the Savants, the head of the project, smiled as he beheld the sight before him, "Xivilai, a folktale monster which drained the souls of all warriors that stared into its eyes." He thought, shaking his head, "I wish we could've gone with something a little less dramatic..."
The mech pilot moved forward through the doors, observing the urban battlefield before her. The Mechanized Warriors were designed to be used in urban situations, where tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were less effective, so the battle was in her favour from the very beginning. Through her experimental mech's sensors, she was able to make out the heat outlines of several such vehicles lying in wait behind buildings; but her frame's heat signature would be even more pronounced than theirs, due to the energy requirements of the Xivilai, so she would probably be just as easily identified.
"It's show time." She thought with a grin, pushing forward on the yokes
LordNecross:
Year: 2602; 2 weeks after impact
The spores had settled in the crater, little green mushrooms of various sizes had sprouted up everywhere, taking in the plentiful resources. The mushrooms were green, though some differed, but the green ones seemed to perform photosynthesis like plants, while also still being decomposers. It was like its own little biosphere, little strange toothy bipedal creatures ran about the fungal field.
The strangest thing though was there were several greenish pods, like egg sacs, budding on the ground a few of them were large and seemed to have something inside them. The pulsed and then broke open birthing little green humanoids. they seemed to stand little over 2 feet tall and had large noses and beady eyes.
The little things congregated scratching their rears, spores falling off as they scratched, they looked at each other with dumb faces, they seemed barely sentient. Before they could flinch, one of them was plucked of the ground chomped on and swallowed by one of the other fungal creatures. The dumb little greenskins ran, finding cover under a large mushroom, until the creature lost interest and ran off.
They looked at each other and scratched their heads, as they headed back out into the fugal forest.
A few days later
A little shanty town made of tiny little stick shack and mushroom houses had sprouted up, the little dumb creature had little mushroom farms and even had pens with various types of the bipedal creatures, some seemed far less aggressive, but there were some pens with the mean ones, in fact one unfortunate little green skin was chomped in half leaning over the stick fence to toss in food, another little snot simply replaced him.
In the mushroom farm though, there was another sac like fungus, this one was far bigger than the others, and it had begun to twitch.
Godur:
Unknown system. First day, of year one, of the exodus.
A system with two blue twin stars, circling the other’s gravity field in a seemingly endless struggle, an infinitely slow dance across the cosmos. Rare passing rocks aside, there have only ever been ,since ages past, these two stars, and the multitude of planetoids caught in their orbit. Undisturbed and untouched it is just another system, just another light in the vastness of space. Empty and serene. Until now.
At first it’s subtle, unnoticable and unfathomable, but slowly it grows and rise. A shift in the fabric of space as it folds and twist in on itself. For an instant there is nothing but the shifting space but soon it is swiftly followed by a second light, for a second almost as bright as the stars, shining clearly and strongly. It lasts for several moments, and then vanish as quickly as it appeared. In its place appear a large object; thrown wildly into the orbit of the stars and leaving a trail of glittering dust and glowing sparkles behind it; that quickly fade.
The ship is the Tona’ai, the last hope of the people the built her. Her first voyage has saved the souls she carry but now, when the jump core has burned out, she fall crippled into the orbit of the twin suns.
At the heart heart of the ship, sitting in the command chair and clutching her head, Tona screamed as an endless stream of information surged into her brain, threatening to burn it out.
-- Alert: energy reserves depleted. Auxiliary power engaged.
-- Alert: Radiation levels rising. Unable to divert power to shielding.
-- Alert: Jump core critical. Containment failure imminent.
-- Alert: Sensor array offline. Rebooting.
The alert messages just kept coming, flashing through Tona’s mind at painfully rapid pace. it would get worse once the sensors got online, but Tona knew she had to be able to see, to know where the ship was. It was all there, implanted into the back of her head, procedures of how to deal with these situations the ship warned her of.
Her cerebral implants helped with coordination, sending orders throughout the gigantic network of drones and computer nodes that made up her entire life now, commands transmitted wirelessly and almost instantly. The jump core had to be discharged first of all, before it overloaded, and then sensors and power restored.
Pushing past the pain Tona managed to focus, and set to work issuing the necessary commands; Tona’ai needed to be operational, her own health came second.
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