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Frontier: The Void (Game Thread)
« on: November 23, 2013, 02:04:52 AM »
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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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Re: Frontier: The Void (Game Thread)
« Reply #1 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."
"You accept darkness, yet choose to live in the light. So why is it that you loathe us who teeter on the edge of nothing? We, who were turned away by both light and dark - never given a choice?"

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Re: Frontier: The Void (Game Thread)
« Reply #2 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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Re: Frontier: The Void (Game Thread)
« Reply #3 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.

Keep calm and move along.