Alfhedil

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Oh hey there Meeky, I think I remember you from an RP on OldGuild called War Among the Stars originally run by a dude called Trent. You played sentient crystals in that one too, I believe.

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

A Star for the Lover, A Knife for the Liar, and All the Worlds for the Spinner of Webs

Unknown space, just beyond the Dead Stars Nebulae

The stars were dim here, this region of space with it's lonely star long past the point of death. That the constructs were even here was interesting, for there was no planetary body here, nor any asteroids to farm, only the one solitary dwarf star petering out into the void of space in the darkness between the spiral arms. Two construct swarms floated in the 'system', one a simple capital class Synchronous Warship, the other a much larger dreadnought, the cannonade dominating its construction a clear testament to its power. Despite this, the smaller vessel was neither fearful, nor obedient to the larger one, a fact which caused irritation in the commander of the dreadnought. This irritation manifested in the construct pacing back and forth within the confines of the bridge, a small module that attached to the genetoria and floated behind the cannonade.

//Addressment: Hyperion
//Command: Cease pacing
//Reasoning: Further pacing will deteriorate floor paneling

Hyperion scoffed at the orders given by the sentience of the warship, though he did stop pacing for the moment as he watched the small orb from the other vessel make its way through the orbiting Mag-FEL constructs that twisted and turned about the six-kilometer long cannonade. It was a smooth construct, one that seemed built more for aesthetic than actual purpose, and at once he knew who had come to him so far from the rest of the fleets, opening the module to the void to accept the visitor. Stepping smoothly into the small atrium, this construct was built with flowing lines and smooth panels, the alabaster hue of the metalloplastoid exoskeleton making it seem to be made of marble, rather than highly advanced materials. Hyperion took a moment to look over the curves of the construct, taking note of the excellence of design, and admitting that he was somewhat enamored to the construct. "Hyperion." the voice which spoke was a rather feminine voice, its lilting tone soothing, yet full of authority which mirrored his own. "It has been quite some time, I had thought you might have forgotten?"

He beckoned her to come fully within the module, shutting the door behind her and disengaging the sentience of the ship from the command module. "Adrasteia, it has been quite some time." Hyperion acknowledged her at last by name, tilting his ocular unit in a sign of respect towards her. Leaning her back against the module, Adrasteia crossed one tine over the other, resting on her remaining two legs. "Yes, Hyperion. I am aware. I assume you are still loyal to the Celestials, since you have welcomed me aboard?" The question was more of a statement than an actual question, her bluntness in the manner of speaking it making Hyperion aware that she was here for more than just talking about the status of fleet dispersion.

"My loyalty lies with Amnos, and Amnos alone." He said firmly, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice as he allowed her blunt remark to strike him "Whether that means I am partial to Celestial or Monastic is irrelevant. The Celestials do, however, remain on good terms with Amnos, and for that they have my continued support." Clicking her manipulators together, Adrasteia summoned a holographic display of the entire Dead Stars Nebulae, complete with the position of the Periastis Engines and various fleet elements. As Hyperion observed the display, he noted irregularities with the dispersion of the fleets, though it was only truly called to attention when Adrasteia placed markers next to each fleet to denote loyalty of their commander.

"What is this?" He demanded, pointing to the markers denoting the Monastic fleets staying central to the Synchronicity, while nearly all the markers denoting the Celestials were moving outwards on mission for expansion. "It's simple." she said, pulling up a series of normally inconsequential relay forms and transfer requests, no small amount of calls for reinforcements and answers among them. "The Monastics lost consensus, and we of the council have been hearing reports that they intend to recoup their losses." Hyperion stared at the map long and hard for a moment before slamming a hand down upon the dash of the helm, denting the metal with the force of the impact. "Recoup their losses? This is no move to regain losses, they are moving their loyal fleets into an assault position!"

Adrasteia nodded slowly, confirming that this was what they had been thought to be doing. "We had assumed as much, but I advised the council to allow me to bring the data to you and gather your assessment of the data. Seems our guesstimate was correct." Dismissing the holographic map, she lithely walked over to the viewport, holding a manipulator hand up to the shimmering field that protected the interior of the module. She seemed contemplative of the revelation, somewhat apathetic towards the notion that a large force was being drawn together under the auspices of a seizure of assets. Hyperion, on the other hand seemed absolutely furious, clenching his manipulators together repeatedly and beginning a pace of his half of the module. "This is unacceptable." he said at last "They will be brought to understand the consequences of their actions. No one defies Amnos. No one defies consensus."

He was about to further rant and demand action when Adrasteia help up a hand to silence him for a moment. "Easy there, the council has a plan." She reassured him gently, pitching her tone to a more soothing and calm level in order to assuage his irritation. It seemed to work slightly, in that Hyperion ceased his pacing for a moment while she explained. "It's simple really... We let them do what they plan to do." Once more she held up a hand to silence the incoming outburst, continuing once she had his full attention, however irritated it may be. "However, they will be operating this plan all the while we know everything they do. Even as they pull the strings of their puppets, they will remain ignorant of the strings upon themselves, our hands moving them to our whim. When they are prepared to make the final move, that is when we pull everything out from under them, and every construct affiliated with the Monastics and this fell plan will be executed by the will of Amnos."

Slowly nodding his head, Hyperion assented to her superior plan, acknowledging the soundness of the action. She came closer to him, laying a hand upon his shoulder and tracing a line down the heavy industrialized armor that the construct chose as his form. A soft tut announced her thoughts of the form, "You really should upgrade this construct. I could have built for you a most splendid form that would strike fear into both synthetic and organic alike." He took hold of her hand, the small and fine manipulators of her construct miniscule in the hardened claw. "This form pleases me." He said, bringing her hand up to his face and pressing it against the hardened metal of his armor, "Just as your own form pleases me." Adrasteia turned from him then, moving to the doorway and waving it open. Stepping lithely into her own vessel she paused for a moment and stared at Hyperion briefly "You fear no mortal, neither synthetic nor organic, Hyperion. Yet, you tremble before something so simple." The door then shut behind her as her craft moved away from the module and made for her own vessel, leaving Hyperion alone within the compartment.

He simply stood there for some time, watching the orb shrink further and further into the distance until it reunited with the field of her own vessel, and the warship made for Syzygy point. Resting his hands upon the frame of the viewport, he thought of what she had said, and knew her words were correct. Hyperion feared no mortal creature, and had waded into battle against forces superior to his own countless times and come out on top, regardless of how close he had come to defeat. Yet... Adrasteia eluded him. She was the only construct to have openly defied his will and remained intact, something which had earned her respect from Hyperion early on in her tenure as Precept. It was only recently that this respect began to shift into something else, a thing which Hyperion could not identify, and his tasking of the knowledge-banks was equally useless. This strange feeling did not sit well with him, yet he did not feel there was necessarily a danger to it, and that was why he abided its presence instead of purging his datacore. Finally he stepped away from the viewport, his tines clicking across the floor as he moved to the helm and recalled the sentience of the vessel back to the command module.

There would be a war coming, he knew this, but what he did not know was how it would play out. For the first time in a long while, Hyperion was unsure of a battle that he would face, not only in how it would be conducted and who would emerge on top, but more importantly... Whether or not it was correct. This was what bothered the Precept most, in that a war could be fought on minimal information, but he could not fight a battle if he did not know it was right to do so. Only time would determine whether his course of action was correct in the long run, and that was one thing that was absolute no matter what the efforts of the Synchronicity.

The Stars Themselves || Sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

I'll be getting up a post here momentarily to introduce Adrasteia and a little bit of internal conflict within the Synch as well.

Also if anyone wants to get some interaction with the Synch, hit me right in the PM box ;)

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Wernher said And if you see this message I am quite certain that you can only either brush off this because 'Hurhur, rage harder fagget' or do exactly all that I described above by insulting me and then blaming me in some rant.Yes, in a rant, the irony isn't lost on me, as I look back at this post.

I'm not going to address the rest of your post, because it's frankly irrelevant and I don't care about your opinion, that's what it is, because it most certainly isn't fact. I'm also not going to rant at you, because I frankly forgot about our little dispute early in the thread and did legitimately think better of you than this. What I am going to address is the point that you think I'm simply going to dismiss you by slinging slurs at you, and that's really just low. I would never use someone's sexual preference against them as a slur as you seem to intend, as that's simply less than human. But go ahead, try hard to keep that opinion of me in check, It really bothers me not at all that you think I'm an asshole, because I know you are wrong, and I have others to back me up on that.

Also Hazmat, if you recall, you asked me my "Honest Opinion", even after I said I would simply leave it be and agree with Cosmic. What did you honestly expect me to say? That you did a fabulous job? You asked for honesty. You got honesty. Deal with it.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

HazmatMedic said
I said, get out. Go on, bugger off

Lol. Rage harder kid. Rage harder. You are only validating my point by throwing a tantrum at me.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Oh man, my sides, they're killing me. You are literally too stupid to argue with.

This, everyone, is a bad GM, one who will look to blame all of their own failures on the players, and do anything to save face, even if it means throwing people under the bus when they tried to help. All while this thread was going, Hazmat cried to me about how they "Just wanted everyone to get along" and how they couldn't kick anyone from the RP, despite clear and obvious evidence that Bored was an asshole.

What's even clearer is that you really don't care about any of the players in your thread, the proof being where you ask for honest feedback, and then slam those that tell you how you did. What the fuck is that? You then demand humility and acceptance, when you can't even see how you failed this RP and the players in it. You don't deserve to GM anything, that was clear when you first tried this. That you are now trying to pin all of this on me is just beyond hilarious. Own your failure scrub, and don't try to imitate me, you're not good enough at it.

Casual a purer RP than Advanced?

The issue is not really with Advanced vs Casual, it's more so to do with the players themselves. While writing long-posts is cool and all, it doesn't make you an advanced roleplayer, it just makes you someone who can write long posts. This has been a source of argument among my group in the past, where a few particular people insisted that better players made longer posts, something that simply isn't true. The "purity" of roleplaying lies solely in how the details are presented, and whether or not story has been expanded, something that can be done in both long and short posts. Don't think of Casual as short-posts, think of it more as a relaxed environment focused on concise posting. Just the same as one shouldn't immediately think of Advanced as advanced. Advanced really isn't that advanced from time to time, and really should just be called "Regulated", since that's what it is. Though if you really want an answer as to which section is purer than the other, I would have to say neither and vote for 1x1. That's speaking from my own experiences with groups over the last few months, and how I have found that you can accomplish far more with a good partner in a 1x1 than a group of "Advanced" roleplayers. It's sort of the reason why I've decided to stop joining group RPs and focus solely on the 1x1s I have going.

Really at the end of it, though, if you're trying to figure out which style of RP is purer than the other, you might be doing this hobby for the wrong reasons. Just my two pence.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

HazmatMedic said
No, no, no, you're not pulling that trick on me. I want honesty, not some mindless nattering. I cannot grow and develop and improve if I ain't given constructive criticism. Tell me exactly what you thought and leave no detail out.

You ask me for honesty and when I give it to you, you throw an insult in my face? So be it, you want to know how you did as a GM? Here it is. You sucked, and really I was prepared fully to simply write it off as inexperience and perhaps observe your threads in the future to see if they were worth joining again. After your last comment, I see that you not only don't want to improve, but you are fully pleased with yourself in how you did, and how not one, but two consecutive threads died due to YOUR failure to contain an incident and keep the RP moving. You allowed a hostile player to continually spark arguments and incite hostility against players who were eager to provide character interaction, and then allowed that player to bully their way through arguments without saying anything against it. You gave up your responsibilities as GM for the first thread, then thrashed and whined when someone far more responsible and experienced was moving the RP along and didn't recognize you as head GM anymore. Not only myself, but several other players also asked you and Grave via PM that you remove Bored after countless arguments and you still failed to do so, even when you were there and witnessed his attacks.

Not only that, but the very reason why you threw in the towel and gave up GMing the first thread, you repeat right here, and slander another player you is giving you an honest opinion. Multiple people gave you advice on what should be done, and how to go about it, I even sent you a list of things needed to be done in order to keep the RP moving, a list that you very clearly saw since you did indeed follow through with some of the bullet-points. Until you can learn to handle the criticisms of others, and to recognize your own failings, every single RP you make will die, without fail. That is your failure, and that is what you will be rewarded with. The only person responsible for the death of this RP is You. So go ahead and miss me with your bullshit.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

Yeah, actually, about that. If you would have actually read any of the OOC from both this RP and the failed one that he killed previously, you would have seen that the issue was with him, not with me, but by all means, go ahead and think that I had part with it as well. Enjoy your new RP, I won't be coming back to this thread, or any of your threads in the future. One day you will come to see exactly what I was talking about in PMs and this OOC. Don't make the same mistakes again.

A New Age - Ancient Era NRP

I have a long list of things that I have in response to your question on how I think the RP did, and you as a GM did, but I'll keep it to myself and just agree with Cosmic 100%. I will add in one part, in that I believe that many of the problems could have been solved had you had better insight, or followed through on insight given to you, but mistakes is all in the game and it's what will help you grow as a GM and a player as well.

As for the new RP, I can't comment on it, since I won't be joining, but I wish you luck in your endeavor, and if you ever need a bit of advice, hit me right in the PM box ;)