[IC] Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

[TehAlphaGamer]

Sazkarjhit Outersystem Scout Fleet 046; Fleetmaster Karali Dorima'bum
"Ma'am, deactivating TOE in t-minus three minutes." the astrogation officer declared. The Fleetmaster ordered the crew on the flagship, the Adamant Gale, and the other members of the fleet to raise shields, arms, and to prepare to exit warp. After some time had passed the blue tunnels of light began to fade away, and the fleet slowed before a planet. However, this planet was inhabited with several ships and stations.

"Officer, location." Karali ordered her astrogation officer.

The officer began typing and sliding across his terminal, bringing up planet diagrams and star charts from the left and right. Finally, he was able to identify the location, and once he did, his orange skin paled. "H-how did we get here? I...I thought these were...r-random..." he mumbled in a barely audible whisper. Fleetmaster Dorima'bum was worried.

"What is it, Officer, where are we?"

"M-ma'am...we're on approach to...to..."

"To what, Officer?"

"Ma'am...we're heading for Triaius."

[Keyguyperson]

Hach Diplomacy
The EAS McClain exits warp in orbit of Allimone, with the Sazkarjhit negotiations over Fergus has been freed to work on other diplomatic assignments.. The gravity rings alone dwarf most of the other ships, which is almost certainly a surprise to the others, as the EA has so far appeared to be a weak nation. The huge craft slowly glides through space to come into closer distance with the other ships, and transmits a message to the planet below.
"This is Fergus McClain of the Earth Alliance, we have been sent as a response to your message. We too are interested in trade, and are ready to begin negotiations."

Expansion
Being overtaken by the Equestrians and Triarians, the EA has begun production of more colony ships over all of their planets. IT appears that the industrial capacity of the EA is much larger than would be expected, with hundreds of new ships heading towards the new galaxies for expansion. Along with these new ships are nanorobots, being sent to convert barren planets into distortion worlds and simply lay claim to others. As the expansion continues, EA territory is being carved out in such a way to give them control of the intergalactic gates leading closer to what was once the Sanctum. Bringing them closer to the Draconian core galaxies, and thus giving them access to more advanced technology.

[null123]

GSF Special Mission: Contra Naturam Creaturarum
The GSF Vertibuck silently glided down towards one of the Triarians Synthing facilities. It was invisible to all methods of detection the Triarians had, including Psionics. The mission was to find out exactly what goes on in these facilities. Due to the nature of the Triarians it was likely something inhumane and unethical and they wished to discover what exactly was going on. The Griffons aboard in there completely black armor switched to Night Vision mode, preparing to drop down towards the facility. The Vertibuck landed and the Griffons prepared there various talismans to protect from detection. After a quick teleport in the griffons activated invisibility talismans and moved forwards into the vast halls of the facilities.
Expansion
The Equestrians are reactivating the Quantum Gate Networks of the Dracs, and are also attempting to take control of the intergalactic gates used to get to there core galaxies. Due to the nature of the weird bug things of the Triarians and there nature authorization for Dark Magic plague to kill them has been issued and its development began.

[darkwolf687]

Equestrian Inflitration

The Hallways of the Secondary Processing Center were massive to allow the exit of Synths and the entrance of base materials. There was little lighting inside the complex maze of hallways, and the Doors were massive bulkheads of strange alien alloys, near indistinguishable from the walls, a single sleek scanner standing next to them.
"Kyn Notitia; Facilitas VI clausam pro mundatione" The Equitem AI announced, it's noise echoing down the hall ways. There was the sound of approaching footsteps, and A Saeva Simius Civilis Protectione Ground Unit came down the hallway, escorted by two Saeva Simius Auctum and a Civilis Protectione Overseer. They came to one of the large bulkheads and the ground unit examined it, the Overseer behind him began to speak
"Macte esse placabilis" The Overseer said and the Ground Unit glanced back with a smile
"Haec dignitas" He replied, and snapped a sharp salute. The Overseer returned it. The two began to speak in Saeva Simian, a small exchange between the two. At last, the Ground Unit turned around and waited. The Saeva Simius Auctum came around and sweeped his hand over the biolock... there was a click as it scanned him and matched his genetic profile, before the door swung open to the inner area's. The two Synth Soldiers and the Ground Unit entered, and the Overseer turned, leading off down the hallway. Down the hallway came a shouting and the sound of scuffling, and down it came two Saeva Simius Civilis Protectione Units, dragging a Saeva Simius citizen down the hall way
"eratis es in crimine caedis..." The Ground Unit said to the prisoner, who quickly rebuked with a yell, struggling against them
"Catapultam vos!""
"Silentium" The Second Ground unit said, flicking out his electroshock stick and hitting it off the head of the citizen, who yelped in pain and collapsed meekly as they dragged him through one of the doors
"Præparabit vasculum" One said to the other as the door closed.
There was another announcement from the AI, and then a door opened at the far end of the hallway, and an army of Corruptelae Insectum scuttled in, darting down the hallway like a wave of bodies, threatening to completely crush the Griffons under them as they charged forwards. Thankfully, a door at the side was opened by a Saeva Simius Auctum and the Corruptelae Insectum turned, running through it and into the chambers beyond. It closed behind them, and the hallway was silent again, the only sound being the grunting of the Synth Soldier who had been escorting the Corruptelae Insectum as he turned and marched off down the hallway. Once he reached the bottom, he waved his hand over a scanner and the massive bulkhead opened to reveal a large chamber beyond. After he stepped inside there was a pause and then there was a thunk as the gravity reversed and he shot up the gravity lift.

[null123]

Triarian Synthing Facility
One of the Griffons started to make a move to attempt and intervene, but was quickly put to stop by the Griffon leader.
"Stick to mission parameters, we remain stealthed as long as possible" said the leader through the helmets small comm network. The Griffons squad moved forward, there helmets slowly mapping the facility. The Griffons moved forward before they heard screams. They broke into a trot towards the noise, they peered inside what appeared to be some sort of operating room, only knowing whatever lied inside was horrible and immoral.

[darkwolf687]

Manufactorum

Through the strange, transparent shield could dozens of Saeva Simius, being restrained by machinery as it worked over them, injecting them with a strange variety of drugs. Their heads were encased in small metal domes for memory replacement and loyalty enhancements. All appeared to be in the final stages of production. A Synth Soldier was patrolling the room with his Plasma Rifle in hand, examining the monitors as he went. The Civilis Protectione Ground Unit from earlier entered, but he was different now. He stumbled slightly, clearly not used to his increased height and augments. He stumbled over to the free device on the far end of the room, and turned with a grunt. Two metallic arms came down and lifted him from the ground, raising him into the air slightly as the metal casing clasped around his head, cutting him off from the room. The Synth Soldier went over and tapped a few commands into the terminal, waving his hand over the biolock to activate it and then turning, returning to his patrol.
There was a clunk as the bulkhead behind them snapped open to reveal a room with multiple Saeva Simius lying on metal slabs with machinery working on them. A Synth Soldier walked among them, checking the machinery was functioning correcting and checking their vital signs, administering medical attention as required to ensure the subjects didn't expire. The majority of Saeva Simius here were actually volunteer's, as was apparent by the way the majority just submitted to the treatment. There were a few who weren't, but the sad truth was the Saeva Simius just wanted war.
Overhead was a seemingly endless system of pod transports with a variety of subjects inside, clunking over head as they moved to their destinations, the roof far above. Scanners flew around the pods, scanning them and checking their subjects. There was another announcement, and then large platform moved over. Inside could be seen stacks of dead bodies on their way to recycling. There was a set of pods flying over as an Umbrae Populus shouted, demanding to be released as the system processed him and decided his destination.

Regardless of whether the majority of this worlds subjects were volunteers or not, they were clearly worked on while they were awake, the Collective either unwilling to knock them out or unable to do it on such a large scale to knock out the tens, maybe hundreds of thousands the facility was working on

[null123]

Triarian Synthing Facility
The Griffons looked on in horror.
"Sir teleport talismans are fully recharged, we can leave as soon as possible." said one of the Griffons
"Lets go, were bring this to the Princesses. War is the only way to end this madness..' was the Squad Leaders response to the Griffon, as they teleported back out, got onto the Vertiberd and left, preparing for what would be a long, long, war.

[Sukui]

The Immortal Caliber
"Why, yes! Now get on with reverse engineering that!"

"They look secure. This dead intergalactic civilization seems that they don't want their technological legacies to be passed on. Some of their cannons and travel devices retrieved from newly colonized Skadi Galaxy looks to have patenting mechanisms too complex to solve."

"Then get on with breaking that security, no matter how hard it is for you!"

The chief engineer rushed away towards the dock bay, running in some sort of Ykutish manner. One of the most influential council members of the present, Retsukuu glanced back towards the window, where numerous incompetent Asceradii slaves, in which some have absolutely refused any orders from the Makudan authority, others caught planning rebellions, and there were also those who refused to reproduce forcibly. Those selected for culling due to infertility were guillotined with a laser beam that sliced through their necks clean and thorough. While the procedures were ongoing, the Immortal Caliber's enormous structure loomed above, it's vast shadow covering the execution sites. This colossal ship was a remnant of Zoradean legacy, as it used to be the Phantasmia, a mark of the Asceradiian race's prodigious territories that ceased to exist in the present time. The design was slightly different; Kaiyouan architectural designs were incorporated into the Immortal Caliber, and more expansions were made, but the black color still remains.

"Retsukuu, could you please do some respect to your best subordinates? It's not like they're Asceradiians, or anything comparable to them. They're your fellow Kaiyou; treat them as your kind." Odometus, another respected council member, turned towards her. Retsukuu's wings spread out, as if she was slightly startled.

"Fine, fine, Odometus. I'm just not in the right mood today."

"And, the explanation?"

"Since we've found that treasure waiting within the galaxies we've started to expand into lately, i can't keep up with this work."

"Because you've been working by yourself. Try getting some help from your trusty Aeternals."

"Is this some plan of yours to spend some suspicious time with me?"

"Retsukuu, i didn't say 'especially myself'. What i did mean was said there. If you don't like working with me, then that's okay."

Retsukuu spaced out for a moment and looked down, thinking of who to choose. She turned back to him.

"Well, alright. You could help."

[hacher5]

Allimone Meetings:Sent to all participants

"Welcome to Allimone, a Planetary State of Zonan. Acknowledging all contacts. Please follow docking instructions to Orbital Defense Station (ODS) Gestopo" said a female AI voice. A video was sent as well, also played in a female voice:

"Hello and welcome to Orbital..Defense Station..Allimone You are docking in hangar-bay..37 Diplomatic teams and guards shall be welcoming all participants. Your diplomat is.. Ambassador Kalihary, Comu Hach....acknowledge".

Colony 257

Today was cloudy, covering the suns beautiful rays of sunlight. Nearly two weeks ago, factories began to open up like wild fires, production factories, clothing factories, even ANM factories. Food supplies were no longer rationed, clothes were well to come by, and production of ships and appliances was almost 240% up. Money was being well to come by, and markets were opening up all over the colony.

The father's monthly shift had recently turned from mining to worker at the town's nearby military base, specifically the airfield. The boy was lucky enough to be taken along, perhaps one day becoming a soldier for his Empire.

The boy admired his father. Crate after crate, stack after stack, bundle after bundle, he didn't complain. The father was a hard worker.
"Can I help, Pa'?" he asked
"See that stack of crates in that plane there marked food? Bring em onto this forklift, we're taking 'em to the mess hall". The boy searched a little, finally finding the crates, five of them, in the far corner of the supply plane, all marked in a bluish tone, food. With a little difficulty, the boy managed to lift one up, slowly and clumbly walking out of the plane and over to the forklift. The father followed suit, and grabbed the crate. This process repeated a handful more times until all the crates labelled food had been discarded from the plane. Then, instinctively, the plane jumped up and flew off, all of it's items discarded.

When the pair arrived at the mess hall, they could see many stacks of crates already lined up. drool dripped from the boy's mouth, smelling the aroma of stale bread and cooked meat. Then he turned to his father, "What kind of food's in here?" he asked.

"Beat's me, we're getting payed for this anyways, we should be grateful for that. At least we can get food of our own".

"But what if this food is...different?"

"Hm?"

"Fresh?"

"Soldiers deserve it, boy, they work hard for us. They defended against the Domu invasion, though you were too young to see that". The Domu invasion, what separated their family. The boy could remember it, even if the father thought otherwise. He could remember his mother's last screams, her death. He could remember the New Worlds amendment: All families that lost a loved one in the Domu attacks shall head to the new colonies to make their own riches, to rebuild the lives of their lost brethren..

When the father wasn't looking, he ran off to search for a crow bar. Inside an office was where he found one, and he ran back, sneaking past any guards or cooks nearby. Once he returned, he pried open a box, the curiosity killing him. There was nothing but bags of explosives and powders.

[darkwolf687]

Hach Diplomacy

"Acknowledged"
The Spirit of Endeavor shifted, it's engines going down to their low setting... yet is still moved rather fast as it glided gracefully through space before coming to a halt in the blackness. A single dropship launched from the Spirit Of Endeavor and flew through space and into the hanger, following the Docking instructions. As it landed inside, the turret mounted on the metallic container being carried by the drophip scanned the area, and then it's hatch cracked open. Four Synth Soldiers darted off, taking up positions around it and falling to a knee, scanning the docking area expertly. After them four Mech Soldiers stepped off after them, taking up position behind them and aiming over them, scanning the area with their plasma weapons. After them marched off four Elite Synth Soldiers in a square, an orangish crystal hovering between the four as they marched forwards. They were all deathly silent, their footsteps echoing as they did, a foreboding chorus as the soldiers took up positions and the Elites stood just after them, awaiting further instructions

[hacher5]

Allimone Meeting

A group of Pol guards, standing outside the hangar bay, strolled up to meet the Collective. Walking up, guns lowered, one of the Pols, a sergeant, spoke.

"We're waiting for the Humans and Equestrians, you may relax for the time being. Acknowledge"

[null123]

Hach Diplomacy
The Equestrian ships moved forward towards the station. It glided silently before stopping in front of the station. A single shuttle flew out of the main diplomatic vessel, and docked with the station. A Archmage surrounded by 4 Griffons Guards awaited to be greeted by the Hach.
Equestrian Synth Project
Project Reborn: Notes file 001
"We began the first rounds of testing today for the synths. We began working out the best ways to augment them and what to do. Creating synths can be a bit expensive, so becoming one does mean service for life, removal of genitals to prevent disastrous birth defects, and biological immortality. All subjects however have been willing and do know of the nature of this project. I also talked to a few of the guys about getting some Triarians opinions on what to do, but we have decided to wait.

We decided to augment the Pegasi first, there role as fast aerial units in the past as served the military greatly. We went ahead and did the genitalia removal and began the first genetic augments. We make the eyes much more reactive and quicker, and grafted cybernetics on to the central nervous system. The eyes allow for much faster image processing, and with a lot of military pegasi being able to reach supersonic speeds we believe this will help prevent crashes. The grafts on to the nervous system have helped with processing all the new information from the eye. The reflex are also much faster then normal, giving great advantage over normal flying units and a all round decent advantage if they get grounded.

There is a few more augments we want to get to but we want to go slowly and make sure everything works together."

[TehAlphaGamer]

((Yo Darkwolf, no rush but I'm kinda by one of your planets so you might want to do something. Just sayin'))

[hacher5]

((Use OOC, Alpha, btw I you have some more stuff to reply to))

Allimone Meeting

Seeing the Equestrian ship dock, one of the Captains and his squads dispatched to meet them.

"You may relax for the time being, we are waiting for the humans and we may began. Acknowledge".

[darkwolf687]

Hach Diplomacy

The Forces barely regarded him, save that two of the Synth Soldiers trained their weapons on the Hach, scanning them before all the forces lowered their weapons.
"Copy" One of the Elite Synth Soldiers said in a Vocoded voice, as another one spoke, sending a report back
"Situm esse viridis, Contactus munda" It reported, it's words sent back to the Spirit Of Endeavor

Contact at Triarius

Instantly the defence grid turned and readied to fire on the Contact. Ships began to launch from both the planet it's self and the many orbital defence stations, flying from it. All the ships readied their weapons and prepared to fire. Civilis Protectione ships flew forwards towards the contact, and messages were sent to the contact ships
"Attention, you have been judged guilty of trespassing, Level Five. Stand down and receive your verdict"

[TehAlphaGamer]

Hach Diplomacy
"We seek to establish a system of trade as well as a military alliance with your people. As long as you can keep your Domi people from raising arms at us we would be more than happy to establish an interplanetary trade system, as well as putting reserves by your planets if they're ever called on, and maybe show your soldiers some Sazkarjhit discipline."

Hostile Triarian Contact
All ships were ordered to raise arms and to create banding waves of magnetic shells. A couple of EMP ships from the Electronic Warfare Division drifted in, the pulsars ready to blast any nearby enemy vessels. A Trikolo-Class Destroyer moved in to start the attack.

"We come in peace. However, if you have intentions of anything other than peaceful relations, the force of the Sazkarjhit war engine and the mighty shadow of Mazdabar will cast down upon you! We are attempting not to assault your forces or your planet, but if you do not stand back or if you fire upon us, we will not stop to retaliate."

[darkwolf687]

Sazkarjhit Contact

"Peace accepted. You are charged with Trespassing, Level Five, under this space law code we are eligible to board your craft and commandeer it. Depending on reason for trespass, charge may be dropped and your vessel removed from Collective Territory. We have seen your Sazkarjhit war engine, a small fleet stopped you in your tracks. Do not make threats you cannot back up.
Confirm reason for trespass from following list:
Malignant Hostile: Invasive Malignant Action
Benign Hostile: Invasive Benign Action
Malignant Standard: Non-Hostile deliberate disregard for law code
Benign Standard: Non-Hostile lack of knowledge of law code
Malignant Mistaken: Accidental Trespass, Hostile
Benign Mistaken: Accidental Trespass, Peaceful
Other: Specify."

[TehAlphaGamer]

Triarian Contact

"Our transgression seems to be a benign-standard code. We are currently part of Operation Outreach, an outersystem scouting campaign that puts several large scouting fleets on randomized vectors in an attempt to come across, and establish connections with, new races. We understand that many races still feel hostility towards us following the Crusading Period. We understand that your species is exceptionally capable of jumping irrationally to conclusions and is unnaturally hostile to other races. We understand how you may feel if we are trespassing your region of space. However, any kind of hostile action will not be tolerated, and I will have you know that we are a nuclear-armed fleet."

[hacher5]

Sarkazjhit Meeting

The door slid open, revealing a subordinate soldier, who ran quickly over to the Admiral, lended him a paper and a whisper, and rushed out the door. Reading the paper, then discarding it, Dunom said "Well it seems that Congress is wanting as much trade as possible to boost our economy, so how bout we start there. I don't think we would be wiling at the time to offer a military alliance, perhaps if our leaders met we could discuss this again. As for the Domi, they can learn to forgive, they've done it to us and the Bunta before..Now, let's talk trade. We have a vast power supply and metal supplies. Currently, we are hoping to expand our growth and infrastructure. We are looking for fruits, vegetables, and meat. Though we don't necessarily need grain it would also help. We are more than willing to set up trade routes for food in turn of energy batteries and certain metals.

[null123]

Primicerii Meeting Room
The Highest of the Triarians Primicerii was meeting today. It was a normal meeting however until a certain Alicorn appeared. Standing in the middle of the meeting room was Faust, her warm smile radiating out. There was a sudden calmness that could be felt by all the Primicerii in the meeting room. She stood there, her red mane and tail seemed the perfect shade. Her pure white body only adding emphasis to her smile.

"Anything to say?" said Faust with a rather happy tone.