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You can technically combust ethanol. Shhh.


A discussion about realistic biologies. Just gonna hide the dwarves I had made with no previous considerations.
@WrongEndoftheRainbow Alrighty, the radio broadcast gives a good starting point. Though I haven't had a chance to read your NS, where is it?


I havent put it in char yet. Ill do that when i get home.
So, anyone want to collab? The Ashtar are sending trade ships around to scout out for dissent and rebellion.


Sure!
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@6slyboy6 I meant to imply that the broadcast point was just where the origin of the signal seems to have come from, while the signal itself is digitized and sent to all of the comms satellites it needs to be sent to for galactic coverage.
Deep in the urban jungle of Amdam, the capital city of the planet, three Aure sat at a row of ancient equipment. It all looked particularly scavenged, each part mismatching and put together with hopes and dreams. This was the best equipment they could get their hands on, the trash of the humans. They had spent years gathering the right resources and materials, putting together bits and pieces from dumpsters and loaner pools. They couldn’t order any new equipment, no matter their positions in the city’s tech departments. Doing so would be suspicious and undoubtedly cause an audit.

So instead they focused on getting what wouldn’t be missed. And now, after all those years of collecting, now was the day. Another Aure further up along the Emporium’s structure had secured them a set of proxy servers, allowing their transmission point to be vastly different from their origin point. They hooked the proxy connections into their digitized radio network, and set the transmission point to a deep space satellite. It would be near impossible to track them down by their signal, and this was by all means intentional.

For they were creating a pirate radio station. They would be breaking all kinds of federal communication laws in doing so. If they could be tracked, they could be caught and charged. This was unacceptable. A countless number of Aure had assisted in the info security section of this project, securing every last bit that came in and out of the station. The Emporium’s training had paid off for them. That, and the humans looking down on their jobs as vermin. Very little attention was paid to them as long as none of their encryptions were cracked.

Now was the moment of truth, to see if their little plan worked. They first loaded up a song, to announce their arrival to the frequency. It loaded fine, and their test radio in the other room picked up the signal. The broadcast was a success. Letting the song play out, the three Aure nodded to each other. One of the Aure, the radio journalist named Mieke, prepared her script. She had a job to do, and she wanted to get it right. The two other Aure stepped out of the broadcasting room, moving to their respective control panels. They had to be careful with the equipment. It was very much junk and was very prone to breaking down.

The song ended. It was time for the first broadcast to officially begin. Mieke took her place, cleared her throat, flicked her ears, and began.

“Hello and welcome. If you’re listening, this is Freedom Radio. For too long the Emperor has trampled on our rights. For too long the Emperor has ruled with an iron fist. For too long, I say, the Emperor has treated our galaxy like trash. For too long have our species been depopulated and killed to make room for humans. I believe that today can be a new start for us all. A new start for freedom, for peace, and for justice. This galaxy will not rot and fester under the boot of the Emperor forever. We all must do our part, and I am ready to do mine. Are you?”

She paused.

“Everyone has their role to play. I will do my role. My fellow broadcasters will do their roles. And you will need to do your role. In the name of justice, let our will be done. This is Freedom Radio, and we are now officially on the air. Stay tuned for inspirational music, news, and hope.”

She stopped. The microphone switched off. Her part was done, for now. The other broadcasters began to load up a playlist of music from the various xeno races across the galaxy. They entered the broadcast room, and shared a few quaint smiles. Their dreams had come true, and they had their radio. There wasn’t much to be said between the trio. They had worked so closely together for so long they practically knew each other’s thoughts. They didn’t know if anybody would listen, but they could certainly try. They knew that at least their radio would be galaxy-wide.
@6slyboy6 I still need to do the important figures, but opinion on the rest?
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