Goldeagle1221

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP

Interested, very very interested.

@Vecee

Was it my rendition of the interest check that sealed the deal?

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP

For those who claimed the Interest Check was a little... undercooked:
youtube.com/watch?v=C3UyPagOc7g

Welcome to Galaxy Aflame! Here we have a prety large and spacious galaxy full of story and adventure, but let's get to the specifics. There are currently three known civilizations (since you guys have yet to make any [not your fault, there are no sheets :O].) One civilization that I will call the Feds (Sigma), one I will call the Empire (Spoon) and one I will call the Daisan Order, or Order (myself).

So for many generations there had been rumors of entire civilizations disappearing in the outer rim of the galaxy, the causes were attributed to legends of internal strife, civil wars, and classic hubris... but what we of the shallow space didn't know was that none of that was true. Many years ago a species set off to protect their own chance of survival and turned on their political allies and friends, their war machines revved and factories were erected. Soon a massive droid army took over all neighboring systems, with each planet being cored to build even more war machines or colonized through intense terraforming, indigenous species were annihilated. Entire systems and civilizations have been stripped and cored, or blasted to such a degree they are unrecognizable. Dead planets began popping up, and crazy contraptions began to spread from the rim... and we had no idea.. until five years ago.

On an Urban planet owned by the feds, a quiet summer morning heralded a event that would shake the galaxy. As people commuted to work, hollered out their goods, and talked with their friends and family, the Deep space menace came without warning. A massive metallic spike ripped through the atmosphere, scarring the plumb morning sky with streaks of fire. As it crashed into the urban center a massive explosion erupted and soon more spikes plummeted from space, pounding the planet. Those that survived the impacts soon realized that these spikes were factories, and they had already begun pumping out terrifying droids of horror and battle, the planet was quickly conquered. Only after the fall of a few more planets in a similar fashion did the Feds get a name for their antagonist: The Daisan Order... the label clearly printed on the breastplate of a destroyed battle droid.

Quickly the Empire sprung into action, with it's impressive armada and massive military backing the feds the two managed to hold off the massive droid hordes. For five years the two civilizations slowed the process of the Order, but now civil war has broken out in the Empire: will this be the final push the Daisan order needed to secure it's place in Total Domination, or will other civilizations rise to meet the challenge of a foe so dangerous and so mysterious, we don't even know what they look like?
youtube.com/watch?v=s3MabEog3yQ <-- Basically the first contact

Other Gm's correct me if I'm wrong.

@empress further information.

Please keep in mind this is solely the Daisan Order short lore. There is more to be said about the Glorious Empire and the Stout Federation.

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP

Okay fellas. I have some galaxy history for you all regarding the three current civilizations present. I'll get it to you all in a little bit but the synopsis is a mysterious alien race from deep space that uses a massive droid army to conquer the galaxy has made contact with some major civilizations of our part of the galaxy through silent and surprise warfare. Also some civil wars in the defending empires!

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP

I'll keep an eye on this.

@FrostedCaramel

Just watch out for those wrist rockets.

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP

Fear the unstoppable march of my droid army.

youtu.be/KXzIelt75e0

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

>.>

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Righty, posted my NS. Time to complete my second IC post.

Next up: I will be working on updating the map.

@Serpentine88

WOLOLOLOLO

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

A GOLDEN SPOON PRODUCTION!

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Jeremiah froze, then after a second of thought the man smiled, his eyes still on his work before him, “smart man.” There was a squeak as he turned a bolt tightly back into place, his hands still jittery.

“Idle hands make idle minds, and idle minds…” He looked up from his work and turned his head to look at Lynnette, elbows deep inside the open motocycle, “well, idle minds are just... terrible.”

“Or bored.” Lynnette amended. “So tell me, what brings you to these parts.” She indicated the room with a sweeping gesture.

“These parts,” Jeremiah nodded at her motorcycle, “well actually my own rigg, I left something on board, but then I saw this mess.” His Omni-Tool beeped as there was a sudden clunk of metal.

“Fixed mess.” He smiled.

“And now I feel bad about asking Eimi to fix my tablet.” Lynnette said. After a moment she muttered “Well worse..” She pushed herself away from the wall and walked over to Jeremiah. “I must’ve been close to fixing it if it took you less than an hour.” She said as she looked at the bike over his shoulder. “Honestly I’ve been seriously considering replacing her”, her being the motorcycle of course. “She’s been something of a temperamental bitch as of late.”

“I mean, she is an old model, I was amazed she even had a omni brand computer in her,” Jeremiah looked back down at the bike, shoving his hands in his pockets. He began fumbling with a piece of lint. He seemed to almost dance in place as he thought until he finally said, “but I wouldn’t junk her.”

“Hmmm….” Lynn adopted a thoughtful expression. “It’s not like I want to junk her,” She commented, “but she’s pretty much past the point where I can maintain her. I’m honestly surprised her computer hasn’t crashed on me yet.” That last part she muttered. “I’m sure Eimi would just love it if I dragged my bike over to her room and asked her to fix it.” As amusing as the thought actually was, certainly enough to bring a smile to her face, it would probably result in Eimi murdering her in one form or another.

Jeremiah raised a brow, a worried look on his face, “you’ve been asking her to fix stuff for you?”

“Yea. Basically anything that has a processor in it seems to stop working after I’ve handled it for a few minutes.” She sighed. “If there is a God of Computers out there or something, he has a serious hate boner for me.”

“Or just a boner, I mean he has somehow spared you from Eimi this long,” Jeremiah shook his head and turned back to the bike, hiding a smile from his own joke, “but you’re bike is fine if you ask me, and it’s something to do.”

“That’s gross” She didn’t sound disgusted in the least. “Hmm… I might hold onto it for a while longer then. It's a moot point right now though, not like I can buy a new bike till this current job is over anyways.”

Jeremiah took a few steps away from the bike towards his own vehicle: a single pilot space craft meant for quick trips., it looked a lot like a bullet shaped fighter jet of yore, guns omitted and a beige coat. He let his back fall against its hull, the cold tingling through his shirt and causing him to squirm a little. He folded his arms and looked back at Lynnette and her bike, and honestly the location of the first genuine conversation he has had with her. His brow furrowed, his curiosity pushing the rest of the lingering effects of joy into the back of his mind.

“D-do you like doing these jobs?” he rockily attempted to segway the conversation.

“Hmmm…. I’m not sure like is the correct word.” Lyn answered after a moment. “It does remind me of when I worked in the force though. And I do prefer helping people directly over chasing down felons.” She shrugged. “I know that’s not a real answer, but well…. How about you?”

Jeremiah seemed to take a long hard thought, his nose scrunching as he looked upwards in question, “you know, I can’t really say I ever thought about it too much. Wait… what did you do on the force anyways?” He let his arms fall to his sides, one hand silently tapping the hull of the ship, “can’t imagine you were much of a ticket puller, not with those punches I’ve seen you throw.”

Lyn chuckled as she leaned over her bike and looked it over. “Well…” She began as turned it on and revved the engine once. “I actually did start off as a traffic cop.” She flashed Jeremiah a smile. “I was actually assigned a bike very similar to this one.” She patted the bike’s seat. “Of course I didn’t stay a traffic cop for long. And I eventually moved on to SWAT.”

“On the moon right?” he pointed a finger and smiled, “SWAT on the moon, like something out of a comic book- well… some comic books.”

She flashed Jeremiah a smile entirely devoid of mirth. “NAPD would definitely fit in some kind of gritty comic book world.”

“N.A.?” Jeremiah cocked his head.

“New Angeles.” Lyn answered. “Not a place I’d move back to.”

“I- I think I actually heard of that place,” Jeremiah tapped the ship rhymically, “a real tough spot, makes the news quite a bit but in the wrong sort of way. Wait… that isn’t the place that didn’t have a mayor for like three days because no one wanted the position is it?”

“It was more like a week when you ignore the cat they declared mayor.” Lyn snorted. “Yea, you can’t make this sort of crap up. Though, in reality there were a number of individuals acting as mayor who just didn’t take the official title.”

“Well with the crime rate, I wouldn’t want it,” Jeremiah shrugged, “not that I’d want to be a mayor either way.”

A genuine smile crept along Jeremiah’s face, whether it was the tickle of the joy or the fact that for once he was enveloped in an actual conversation, and enjoying himself to boot, he wasn’t sure, but it was pleasant.

“So why did you choose the Absolute Magnitude?” He found himself asking.

“The ship needed someone with my skills and I wanted a job that would take me offworld.” Lyn said with a shrug. “Almost any other ship would have worked. Hell had I known about Poole’s past at the time I probably wouldn’t have joined.” She shrugged again before returning the question. “How about you?”

“Wait, what’s so bad about Poole?” Jeremiah stood up straight, fingers still tapping the ship’s hull in an offbeat.

“Besides the fact he’s a red felon?”

“So what!” Jeremiah narrowed his eyes, “he is a good man.”

“Red felons are serial killers, criminal kingpins, and the murders of children” Lyn slowly stated. “The likes of which do not make good men. I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming Poole was a spy or something else less heinous than those.”

Jeremiah pursed his lips, clearly frustrated. A flurry of words crossed his mind, things to say, but it was all erupting too fast, he couldn’t cognate a response. In truth a piece of him wanted to lash out and protect Poole, but he wasn’t sure if it was because Poole needed to be defended, or if he needed to justify something else. He turned from Lyn, realizing how silly it must be to suddenly face the solid blank hull of his ship.

“Labels of a broken system,” he muttered as he finally popped the cockpit hatch of his ship.

“What was that?” Lyn asked, not quite hearing Jeremiah’s response.
“It doesn’t really matter,” Jeremiah said a little louder as he climbed up into the cockpit, “No offense but I don’t think I’m about to change the opinion of the Moon’s Finest.”

“Uh huh” Lyn responded with a raised eyebrow. “You spend a few years dealing with the worst types society has to offer and maybe you’ll have something different to say.”

“You’re right, all I’ve ever had was peaches and cream,” Jeremiah scoffed, “who the fuck am I to think different.”

“It’s always like this with you” Lyn said with a shake of her head. “Let’s not do this right before an important job.” She turned to leave, but paused to say “Thanks… for helping with my bike.”

“Sure,” Jeremiah grunted with a strange mixture of anger, frustration, and genuine helpfulness. After a moment he growled to himself and spoke up as she was just leaving, “anytime.”

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

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Jeremiah gulped in a large swallow of stale ship air. His eye’s shot open. He exhaled. He stared blankly at the ceiling, the blue flashes of the engine reflecting off the metal vault. A jolt of energy erupted from his chest and made his back curve off the cold floor, his whole body was tingling, fingers jerking in unordered response. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat shaking his body and rattling his brain, and yet all he could taste was cinnamon on his tongue.

He sat up and held his head, a wave of euphoria heating his belly and chilling his limbs. He needed to do something. Sitting started to hurt, the energy was bouncing around under his skin, it needed to move, he needed to move.

Jeremiah quickly scrambled to his feet, shockwaves of slow surreal happiness crept up his legs from the impact and whipped up a heated hurricane of energy inside his head. His muscles swelled as if he had been working out for hours but instead of sore pain all he could feel was lightening pleasure across his skin and in the core of each limb, he felt invincible.

Suddenly he remembered the coordinates from the message; if anything it gave him something to do, something to move towards, something to satisfy his body's cravings… everyone should be too busy to notice him anyways.

He looked over to his door, a wide grin on his face and a faraway voice screaming at him that this was a bad idea. He took a step and felt every vibration, his body complained when he stopped and sent another wave of energy through him, causing him to shift. Another step, another wave, he could feel the rub of his clothes, he could feel the ambience of the ship lights, he could feel the vibrations from the almost silent beeps from the computers and the hum of the engine, he could feel it all, and he swore he could even see it all. Another step.

Whoosh

The door opened for him and his body began an eager pace towards the hanger, towards his little ship, every bit of will being used to keep himself from sprinting the whole way there and back.

Step. He wondered how many others in this ship had to hold back so much at such a cost. Step. He wondered who else felt the pressure of keeping back the waters of the psyche and body from bursting into reality. Step. He wondered who else here struggled with such things. Step. He wondered if any of them enjoyed it. Step. He wondered if anyone hated that they enjoyed it. Step. He wondered if anyone hated that their body refused to hate it with them. Step. He wondered who else hated so much. Step. He wondered who else. Step. Cinnamon. Step. I guess you never know how things look through other people’s eyes.

Whoosh The hanger doors opened for Jeremiah and he stepped through, a great chilling sight of relief exhaled somewhere in his head as the door closed behind him. Immediately the sight of Lynnette’s motorcycle ripped him from his thoughts, similar to how the cycle itself was ripped apart. Jeremiah walked up to the vehicle cautiously, in case Lynn was around. It wasn’t that he was scared of her, he just wasn’t sure if he should be, she was ex-government after all, and American no less: but then again so was he. He bit his lip, I guess you really do never know how things look through other people’s eyes.

His Omni-tool chirped and he looked down at his wrist, a green blip flashed and he brought it up to his face. He looked back at the motorcycle and scoffed, “Old enough to still have spark plugs, young enough to have an Engineer's interface computer installed.”

Picking up a displaced wrench by the loose parts he leaned over the opened engine of the motorcycle and rhythmically got to work. The energy rolling through his body purred, content with doing something.

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SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

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My place and responsibility as West Ouroborasia has been terminated. Everything on this post prior to this message is now invalid.



Writer's request: I request some of my own creations no longer be used without me, namely the Harnians, Yerdiax, and that if there was a creation of mine that is needed to be used, please come to me first.