Keyguyperson

Untold Empires: Legacy of the Old

Ah yes, Darkwolf. I feel like the Commonwealth wouldn't know about the two hundred Antarctican troops sitting in an obscure, rebel-controlled town that the Imperial government doesn't even know about.

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I'm good with it.

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Enalais said
my bad posting on a 3ds sucks yeah i'm on it.

Ah, I suppose that can be permitted. I mean, so long as you felt like it couldn't wait. Just flesh it out a bit next time, if at all possible.

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Somewhere Else
"Hmm." She said "I suppose it is the human determination that allows them to accomplish what they have. It seems like whenever they decide to do something, they can come together and accomplish that goal no matter what they face. They can even get others to act that way, rally them to their cause and become an incredibly formidable force. The question is, how did that happen through evolution? The odds are so low that it may as well be impossible, yet there is no sign of divine interference. Perhaps one of them will figure it out."

Equestrian Space
"Oh, you haven't done anything yet." Said the voice "However, ninety point five three percent of future paths contain at least one instance of you issuing violent threats. Therefore, you are hypocrites."

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We should probably hand over the Empire to Duck until the guy finally posts again.

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Sandy Shores
Yuuki got a glint in her eye, and the same devilish smile appeared on her face. She saw an opportunity, an opportunity to make a better America. One that would work, one that wouldn't need a revolution every few decades to keep the power balanced.

"I wouldn't dream of it." She said "Socialism is how to fix America, and all you need is a push. We can give you that push. What do you think would happen if a hundred ships appeared at San Francisco, and began to attack Imperial personnel? It can be taken. You;re not going to get anything but fame for derailing trains and shooting down planes, if you want to change America, you need to take land, and good land. Not places like this, I'm talking major cities with lots of oppressed workers willing to pick up a gun and fight for their freedom, or even just work for it."

She began to pace around the room, her left hand on her chin and her right laying on an old commercial pistol she kept as a family heirloom.

"We have computers capable of running millions of programs in tandem, so many programs, in fact, that we are on the brim of a sentient AI. We've always used non-sentient AIs as workers and consumers, artificially enhancing our economy. We've never thought of it before, but what if that same technology was used on combat robots? If a city with robotic production facilities was captured... oh yes... this will work! If you let us, we'll bring in some more equipment and use this town as our home base. If there are any nearby cities with robotic production facilities, we can take them. Will you accept this course of action?"

Antarctic Surface, Haven City Vicinity
A saucer flew through the radiation-bathed air, propelled by magnets on the ground and floating as a result of quantum levitation. Inside the strange vehicle rode seven people, five of them pale skinned city dwellers and the other three city dwellers with naturally dark skin (One African-Antarctican and two Asian-Antarcticans to be precise). They were wearing military uniforms, but they weren't Navy, Army, or Marines. Their uniforms were white with gold highlights, just like most Antarctican uniforms, but they were far bulkier. Each held a helmet beside them, with a golden tint and a retractable solid face plate. On the shoulder of each uniform there was a patch displaying the affiliation of the suit.

The patch showed the Earth at the bottom, with a spaceplane of sorts heading away from it towards a brightly shining red star. Twenty-two other stars were displayed in the sky, and multiple names encircled the image. In the center it read "Antarctic Space Agency". On the back of each suit, there was a large backpack presumably for oxygen storage.

The levitating disk finally began to slow down, and the seven people put on their helmets. As the crackling of their Geiger counters began, the door opened. They were met with the sight of a strange rocket, a lifting-body spaceplane standing upright on the pad. A cargo elevator sat over to the side, meant to bring up spacecraft from the production and storage cities below the ground. Personnel in radiation suits talked to the seven astronauts using built in radio communication, and trucks were leaving the area already.

The group reached the launch elevator, and took it up towards the giant craft. Entering the cabin, they closed the hatch and began with the launch preparations they had memorized over and over again for the past month.

The controls were simple, and not dissimilar to lifting body transport aircraft used by the military. Four joysticks sat to the sides of the first two chairs, with digital readouts in the center (high-definition for complete clarity). The entire ceiling was covered in switches, which rested on control panels that could be folded out to give the pilots access to the same controls, but on a digital interface and with a better HUD. On the forward windows was the standard holographic HUD, with multiple options for its configuration accessible through the central computer terminal in the middle of the console. There was also a simple touch keypad for controlling the RCS thrusters. It was strange that with a single press of one of those digital buttons, the entire craft would move.

A few hours later, the coutdown clock reached T-10 seconds. One of the pilots turned on an old cassette player, and turned the volume up as far as he could. A folk tune began, but the moment the vocals began, everyone knew it was anything but folk.

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Thunder towards tomorrow on an oxygen stream
Thunder toward tomorrow by her flaming rocket song
Mark a new time of man, booster candles like the dawn

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Foundation of the future
Courier of dreams
Thunder On

Sunshine brightens the horizon
Tension rings the morning haze
The shuttle standing proud against wind
Knows the distant stars her wings will never grace
Countdown, pulses race, the launch begins

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Thunder towards tomorrow on an oxygen stream
Thunder toward tomorrow by her flaming rocket song
Mark a new time of man, booster candles like the dawn

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Foundation of the future
Courier of dreams
Thunder On

Columbia, the promise of better days to come
Columbia, new mistress of the sky
Sailing orbit free, track the moon, and chase the sun
Fly Columbia, for human kind fly

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Thunder towards tomorrow on an oxygen stream
Fly toward tomorrow by her flaming rocket song
Mark a new time of man, booster candles like the dawn

Fly, Columbia (Fly, Columbia)
Foundation of the future
Courier of dreams
Thunder On
Thunder On
Thunder On

On the side of the spacecraft, the name "Columbia" was displayed proudly, a name chosen by the crew. Encircling it were the reproduced signatures of Rick D. Husband, William C. McCool, Michael P. Anderson, Kalpana Chawla, David M. Brown, Laurel Clark, and Ilan Ramon.

Space Race 1950: Road to the Stars

*Ahem*

This isn't dead unless nobody else posts. So post. please.

Edit: Welp, looks like nobody decided to post. There goes the Moon.

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Equestrian Space
"How ironic." Said the voice The Equestrians denounce the use of threats and violence to get one's way. Hypocrisy seems to run in your blood as well. You will give them the info and allow them to do whatever they wish, or else you compromise life as a whole. Can you not see consequences beyond preservation of your pride? I'm sure the humans would let the Sazkarjhit do this. To think that you were created by a Goddess to be her voice of harmony, and the humans were the result of the random convergence of chemicals that was so unlikely that it shouldn't have happened. They got a Goddess, but the one time she interfered their development was only hindered! To think they once saw you as a role model!"

Somewhere Else
Urania appeared next to Faust, her clothing was her usual robe of stars. A scar appeared on her left cheek, obviously a stylistic choice. She looked at Faust, a neutral expression on her face betraying no feelings.

"Do you ever wonder how the humans came to be?" She asked "I've asked other deities, but none of them seem to know. Apparently, they just happened. Other species were helped along, but the humans had to deal with my blunders and still ended up on top before the invasion. How can they compete with the species molded by others? I don't get it."

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Sandy Shores
"You find this place cold?" Said Yuuki Sora "You must be from a hot place. Besides that, if you want our identity, then I shall give it to you. I am Commander Yuuki Sora of the Antarctic Union Army. Remember the September Revolt back in 2021? The government said those rebels were sunk just off of Mexico. Well, they weren't. Us Antarcticans are their descendants, the outposts that were supposedly lost when Antarctica began to melt? We absorbed them. When they were about to die from cancer, we took them to our underground cities and healed them. While you fought and died in world wars, we were busy developing the greatest technology known to man. Plasma shields, neural disruptors, advanced genetic modification. We perfected quantum levitation, we created a place where people are judged not by their labels, but by how much they tolerate those with different labels. We came here to scout out America and choose where to invade, possibly establish a forward outpost. We've been isolated from the outside world for decades, so of course we don;t know of you."

Yuuki looked back at the stunned soldier, making a quick motion with her hand. Four other soldiers carried his unconscious body away, moving him out of the way.

"He was an idiot, he'll be disciplined and retrained properly. Really glad we added the stun function to this thing" She said, holding up her neural disruptor "We can take an entire army prisoner if we want to, of course, it wouldn't be nearly as effective as stealing a random soldier. They'll go crazy over one guy, but if you take ten thousand? Nobody bats an eyes. One guy is a person, ten thousand is a statistic. Anyways, my troops will set up some of our own equipment, I'll come inside and talk to you. I wonder if schools here have changed at the pace they did back in Antarctica."

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Imperial Admiral
"Well, it has been enjoyable, truly it has." Said the Admiral "But I can't let you know that."

A crack could be heard as she bit down on a poison capsule in her mouth, dropping her dead instantly. For all her fear, she could still bring herself to commit suicide, a result of years of training and brainwashing.

Equestrian Space
A strange starship jumped into the system, bearing a resemblance to the ancient Abh ships used by the AIF. A psychic force flew out from it, heading towards the Equestrians ships. Their shields and weapons were immediately disabled, and the entire fleet was pulled towards a single point. Pulled together into a ball, the crews of the ships saw the alien vessel power up some kind of huge antiproton weapon, an orange glow illuminating the void.

A message could be hear dint he minds of every member of every crew, it gave the impression of an angry parent scolding a child.

"You stupid Equestrians! You are too impulsive for your own good, you cannot even see as far ahead as the humans! That fleet could have found the leader of Sylve and put an end to it, securing all forces in this area to fight against the invasion! Instead you turned them down for your own pride! You will contact the Sazkarjhit and allow them to search your space, or else you will be punished!"