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I'm a weeaboo communist. Are you surprised?
EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.
EDIT: You probably are now, but I'm not going to tell you why you wouldn't have been like two years ago. You get to agonize over that yourself.
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Jesus, that's the shortest time it's ever taken for something to die.
Did this already die?
Council Building, Washington D.C, USNA
The Council Building stood proudly on part of the former National Mall, a long, wing-like skyscraper. It was the first modern skyscraper in Washington D.C, and could be seen from nearly any location. It was truly the center of the government, with luxurious apartments for the council members built into it. The lower floors were a museum, detailing the history of the city and the USNA. An observation deck occupied half of the top floor, an augmented reality display on the windows identifying a host of different buildings for the tourists. The other half was a restaurant, which was also equipped with an augmented reality display. In the center of mass of the building was the council chamber, a circular room with dozens upon dozens of seats for the council. A central podium was reserved for the president.
Cameras monitored the room, broadcasting every meeting to screens directly outside and to televisions across the nation. Not that anyone outside the building actually watched it, it was simply a way to keep the citizens happy. After all, a government that let's you see everything it does has to be a trustworthy one. Today, the observation lounges were packed with visitors. There had been rumors that the President was going to announce another one of his plans. He always did it at the end, though, so everyone had to sit through hours of boring conversation. After what seemed like an eternity of discussing industry growth, economic recovery, the constant threats of Louisiana and Aztlan, the meeting was finally almost over.
The President tapped his mic lightly, silencing the council. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. His tone was friendly, yet carried a feeling of confidence, and a slight hint of excitement he could not hold back.
"People of the United States of North America!" He said "We have multiple space stations in Earth Orbit, and a respectable fleet of spaceplanes to preform maintenance, launch sattelites, and other such duties. In other words, orbit has been conquered by humanity. A great achievement, for sure, but there's something strange about all this. We control orbit, and astronauts travel there casually, but does anybody in this room remember the last time anyone set foot on the moon?"
There was silence, as nobody in the Council was old enough to remember a time so long ago. To them, it was just history, not something that had happened. Instead, it was a thing they read about in history books. Despite his age, the President spoke as if he remembered, his voice seemingly filled with nostalgia.
"The answer is no. That fact shows that something is wrong, something that needs to be set right. Therefore I challenge the American people to finally go back, to do what we swore we would do for so many years. Never before have the stars shone so brightly in the night sky, never before have they seemed so close! So I challenge this nation to reach out, to prove that we are not just a shadow of the old USA! We will let the word know that we are no longer the gazelle licking it's wounds! And we won't stop there! This is no stunt, we are going back, and we're going to stay! The world will know that we are the true America!"
The speech was met with resounding applause, and the President saluted the Council, stepping away from the microphone. The Minister of Foreign Relations followed him out, she was about the same age as him, with brown hair and just slightly taller. She had a thin body, and no part of it was an exception. The look in her large, grey eyes was like that of a child in a new place for the first time. She'd lived through the war alongside Fergus, the two met at a meeting of... like-minded individuals in a back alley. Ever since then, they had been like brother and sister.
"So, got any ideas on the fusion reactor?" She asked cheerfully
"Yeah, looking into geothermal heating so we actually get power out of it. I still want cold fusion, but you've gotta climb the ladder to get to the top. Say, have you heard about the situation in the British Isles?"
"Yeah, why?"
"The UK, the former government there hasn't given up yet. I've been there on multiple occasions, and I can tell you for a fact that the people there cannot be happy about the EC being in control. Despite that, they are in control. You and I both know that's wrong, and you and I both know what we're here for. What all of us are here for."
"You want to help them?"
"Yes. The people here would support it, besides, I'm the hero that fixed the economy. We all know what happened in the thirties with Germany, whoever fixes the country fixes the hearts of the people on themselves. They wouldn't object to liberation, it's nothing that hasn't happened before. The difference is, this time it won't result in a corrupt government and lower living standards."
"I have to agree, it's the right thing to do, and we can do it. Should I send a message?"
"Yes, I'm giving you full control over the issue up until action is taken on it by the UK. At that point, obviously, we'll all be involved."
"Oh!" She said, raising her index finger.
"What is it?"
"It's that woman, Miss Sora says she might have a lead. A charity worker in Paris fits her description, quite a coincidence, considering the EC wants to hold a conference there. A perfect excuse to look for her."
"Well, looks like we're going to Paris."
Dispatches
The Council Building stood proudly on part of the former National Mall, a long, wing-like skyscraper. It was the first modern skyscraper in Washington D.C, and could be seen from nearly any location. It was truly the center of the government, with luxurious apartments for the council members built into it. The lower floors were a museum, detailing the history of the city and the USNA. An observation deck occupied half of the top floor, an augmented reality display on the windows identifying a host of different buildings for the tourists. The other half was a restaurant, which was also equipped with an augmented reality display. In the center of mass of the building was the council chamber, a circular room with dozens upon dozens of seats for the council. A central podium was reserved for the president.
Cameras monitored the room, broadcasting every meeting to screens directly outside and to televisions across the nation. Not that anyone outside the building actually watched it, it was simply a way to keep the citizens happy. After all, a government that let's you see everything it does has to be a trustworthy one. Today, the observation lounges were packed with visitors. There had been rumors that the President was going to announce another one of his plans. He always did it at the end, though, so everyone had to sit through hours of boring conversation. After what seemed like an eternity of discussing industry growth, economic recovery, the constant threats of Louisiana and Aztlan, the meeting was finally almost over.
The President tapped his mic lightly, silencing the council. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. His tone was friendly, yet carried a feeling of confidence, and a slight hint of excitement he could not hold back.
"People of the United States of North America!" He said "We have multiple space stations in Earth Orbit, and a respectable fleet of spaceplanes to preform maintenance, launch sattelites, and other such duties. In other words, orbit has been conquered by humanity. A great achievement, for sure, but there's something strange about all this. We control orbit, and astronauts travel there casually, but does anybody in this room remember the last time anyone set foot on the moon?"
There was silence, as nobody in the Council was old enough to remember a time so long ago. To them, it was just history, not something that had happened. Instead, it was a thing they read about in history books. Despite his age, the President spoke as if he remembered, his voice seemingly filled with nostalgia.
"The answer is no. That fact shows that something is wrong, something that needs to be set right. Therefore I challenge the American people to finally go back, to do what we swore we would do for so many years. Never before have the stars shone so brightly in the night sky, never before have they seemed so close! So I challenge this nation to reach out, to prove that we are not just a shadow of the old USA! We will let the word know that we are no longer the gazelle licking it's wounds! And we won't stop there! This is no stunt, we are going back, and we're going to stay! The world will know that we are the true America!"
The speech was met with resounding applause, and the President saluted the Council, stepping away from the microphone. The Minister of Foreign Relations followed him out, she was about the same age as him, with brown hair and just slightly taller. She had a thin body, and no part of it was an exception. The look in her large, grey eyes was like that of a child in a new place for the first time. She'd lived through the war alongside Fergus, the two met at a meeting of... like-minded individuals in a back alley. Ever since then, they had been like brother and sister.
"So, got any ideas on the fusion reactor?" She asked cheerfully
"Yeah, looking into geothermal heating so we actually get power out of it. I still want cold fusion, but you've gotta climb the ladder to get to the top. Say, have you heard about the situation in the British Isles?"
"Yeah, why?"
"The UK, the former government there hasn't given up yet. I've been there on multiple occasions, and I can tell you for a fact that the people there cannot be happy about the EC being in control. Despite that, they are in control. You and I both know that's wrong, and you and I both know what we're here for. What all of us are here for."
"You want to help them?"
"Yes. The people here would support it, besides, I'm the hero that fixed the economy. We all know what happened in the thirties with Germany, whoever fixes the country fixes the hearts of the people on themselves. They wouldn't object to liberation, it's nothing that hasn't happened before. The difference is, this time it won't result in a corrupt government and lower living standards."
"I have to agree, it's the right thing to do, and we can do it. Should I send a message?"
"Yes, I'm giving you full control over the issue up until action is taken on it by the UK. At that point, obviously, we'll all be involved."
"Oh!" She said, raising her index finger.
"What is it?"
"It's that woman, Miss Sora says she might have a lead. A charity worker in Paris fits her description, quite a coincidence, considering the EC wants to hold a conference there. A perfect excuse to look for her."
"Well, looks like we're going to Paris."
Dispatches
Kyelin said
Where is Keyguy? Shouldn't be do something about this?Get him to decide. He is GM after all. An his word is final, even to the Co GM
I'm here now, after seeing that the overwhelming majority seems to think that Duck wasn't joking, I've decided to enact punishment. He is no longer co-GM, the argument ends here. If anyone wants to apply, just PM me. That is all.
LaXnyd said
...I won't say anything on balance. I just won't. I absolutely refuse to speak on the topic. However, I will say this. In my opinion, the idea of the humans just bending over and happily letting an entire foreign alien race tell them that they suck for letting their planet devolve into a radioactive inferno of nuclear war and how to run their own governments and policies was .Edit: Okay, maybe I misread that a bit. You want the humans to refuse help that's being offered to them that doesn't promise to essentially colonize them. The enemy of their enemy is their friend. Refusing help out of pride is also ridiculous and Duck is essentially trying to metagame for your help and favour. In my honest decision, I would honestly say to you: These kind of things should NOT have been decided in OOC PMs - whether or not the humans accept help and their decision, whatever it may be, should be in character for them as a people.
At one point, I would have disagreed. But you know what? That's right. The roleplay shouldn't be like a game of civ where you say 'No war until turn whatever", it should be based off of the characters that appear. I mean, it's called roleplaying. That's kind of the point.
Sol System
The comms from Earth were silent, and the few ships above Earth surrendered, allowing themselves to be taken prisoner on the Dreadnought. The space battle was won, and the Terrans didn't even so much as whimper. Or so it seemed. In reality, a flurry of messages flew through the system using Quantum entanglement. Every ship above Earth had recieved orders to surrender, but outside of Earth Orbit, the warships had been given the order to load plasma ammunition and group up behind the moon. Within just a few hours, every available military vessel had formed into a single fleet of over five hundred ships over the Dark side of the moon. At that point, a single, simple order was transmitted.
Attack
With that, the Försvarere av Humanity fired it's tachyon lance for the first time. A glowing blue beam of the particles shot out from the direction of Luna, moving faster than light itself. The sheer force of the beam ripped apart any ship that came into contact with it. Just a minute later, the entire Terran fleet appeared from behind the moon. A hail of plasma fire flew towards the Iscandarian fleet, an unexpected weapon for such a primitive species to be using. The plasma bolts tore at the shields and hull of enemy vessels. The humans definitely weren't going to give up.
The Försvarere av Humanity flew straight into the Iscandarian fleet. Using the warp drive as it's only propulsion, it darted between enemy ships, using maneuvers that would have turned the entire crew into red mist had it been using a normal engine. It fired an odd weapon: a mass driver that accelerated streams of molten metal. The metal was absolutely devastating, ripping straight into the enemy vessels and acting like a cutting beam. Any hope of the ship running out of ammunition was shattered when the ammo line to one of the turrets was severed. Instead of becoming useless, it kept tracking enemy targets and doing damage to them with invisible laser beams.
The main fleet was quick to follow, firing plasma bolts and missiles as it stormed towards the Iscandarian fleet. Suddenly, dozens of Iscandarian warships were struck by what seemed to be gigantic missiles, antimatter missiles. What was just now being put into use by the Iscandarians seemed to be plentiful to the humans, the keyword being "seemed". In reality, they were just civilian vessels filled with antimatter and sent on a full-speed collision course with an Iscandarian vessel. Of course, the humans didn't let them know that.
The attacks focused on the battleships in the back, and the ramming combined with plasma bolts from the military vessels were doing significant damage to the group. All of the larger vessels released torrents of fighters, bombers, and gunships, which swarmed the Dreadnought. The bombers picked at shield generators, while the gunships went straight for the hull, drilling into the ship and releasing marines clad in armored spacesuits. They blitzed towards the brig, not a single one even giving a thought about casualties.
Meanwhile, the battle in space continued to rage as the two fleets clashed in melee, the humans had lost at least two dozen vessels in the initial assault, but refused to back down. On the surface of Earth, the UTF forces were ordered to stand down. there was no reason to fight the Iscandarians while they could destroy entire cities with a couple shots from orbit. Instead, they were told to wait until space had been cleared, at which point a rescue operation would be attempted.
Message to the fleets in Sol
"And to think the Iscandarians spoke of peace once." Said a feminine voice, the anger in the voice obvious obvious. "Either they're so stupid that they see a few terrorists as evidence that an entire species in evil by nature, or they planned to conquer us from the start. My money's on the second. To the Bicirrigans, everything the Iscandarians are saying is most likely a lie. They told our greatest warrior that he was actually one of their own people. and that's looking more and more like a lie every second. It seems as though they just wanted us defenseless, a civil war just also happens to be a convenient excuse for the attack. They openly forgave us for that war in our past, but now they judge us by the actions of just a tiny percentage of our people. Our forces have engaged the Iscandarian fleet, it would be a great honor to have a species that knows of our past atrocities willingly fighting alongside us."
Alas Prime
Fergus turned to Basil, his eyes filled with hatred, but a perfectly neutral expression on his face.
"So you're stereotyping humanity? Deciding that an entire species is naturally evil despite the vast majority wanting peace? That's called speciesism, an analog to the racism seen on Earth before humanity's eyes were opened. That racism is something humanity is deeply ashamed of, and you're basically being racist. Humanity got over racism, you apparently haven't. I know for a fact that my people aren't like that, so you;re not my people. Is this planet really called Gliese, despite that being a human name? Or was it all a trick? Logic points towards trick."
He put his hand out, and Basil felt a hand on his neck. The sensation left his skin almost as quickly as it had begun, but in a few seconds, he felt it again. This time it was next to his holster. The pistol limply fell out of it, and Fergus lunged at Basil, knocking him on the floor. He then quickly picked up the pistol and pointed it at Basil's head.
"Low level telekinetics. Not much, but enough to make a pistol flop around. You'll give me an audience with the Immortals right now, or else I'll pull the trigger. There wasn't a single human at that meeting, in other words, you have denied the defense any way of defending itself. I'm that way. I didn't want this, but it's the only way. My ultimatum stands."
The comms from Earth were silent, and the few ships above Earth surrendered, allowing themselves to be taken prisoner on the Dreadnought. The space battle was won, and the Terrans didn't even so much as whimper. Or so it seemed. In reality, a flurry of messages flew through the system using Quantum entanglement. Every ship above Earth had recieved orders to surrender, but outside of Earth Orbit, the warships had been given the order to load plasma ammunition and group up behind the moon. Within just a few hours, every available military vessel had formed into a single fleet of over five hundred ships over the Dark side of the moon. At that point, a single, simple order was transmitted.
Attack
With that, the Försvarere av Humanity fired it's tachyon lance for the first time. A glowing blue beam of the particles shot out from the direction of Luna, moving faster than light itself. The sheer force of the beam ripped apart any ship that came into contact with it. Just a minute later, the entire Terran fleet appeared from behind the moon. A hail of plasma fire flew towards the Iscandarian fleet, an unexpected weapon for such a primitive species to be using. The plasma bolts tore at the shields and hull of enemy vessels. The humans definitely weren't going to give up.
The Försvarere av Humanity flew straight into the Iscandarian fleet. Using the warp drive as it's only propulsion, it darted between enemy ships, using maneuvers that would have turned the entire crew into red mist had it been using a normal engine. It fired an odd weapon: a mass driver that accelerated streams of molten metal. The metal was absolutely devastating, ripping straight into the enemy vessels and acting like a cutting beam. Any hope of the ship running out of ammunition was shattered when the ammo line to one of the turrets was severed. Instead of becoming useless, it kept tracking enemy targets and doing damage to them with invisible laser beams.
The main fleet was quick to follow, firing plasma bolts and missiles as it stormed towards the Iscandarian fleet. Suddenly, dozens of Iscandarian warships were struck by what seemed to be gigantic missiles, antimatter missiles. What was just now being put into use by the Iscandarians seemed to be plentiful to the humans, the keyword being "seemed". In reality, they were just civilian vessels filled with antimatter and sent on a full-speed collision course with an Iscandarian vessel. Of course, the humans didn't let them know that.
The attacks focused on the battleships in the back, and the ramming combined with plasma bolts from the military vessels were doing significant damage to the group. All of the larger vessels released torrents of fighters, bombers, and gunships, which swarmed the Dreadnought. The bombers picked at shield generators, while the gunships went straight for the hull, drilling into the ship and releasing marines clad in armored spacesuits. They blitzed towards the brig, not a single one even giving a thought about casualties.
Meanwhile, the battle in space continued to rage as the two fleets clashed in melee, the humans had lost at least two dozen vessels in the initial assault, but refused to back down. On the surface of Earth, the UTF forces were ordered to stand down. there was no reason to fight the Iscandarians while they could destroy entire cities with a couple shots from orbit. Instead, they were told to wait until space had been cleared, at which point a rescue operation would be attempted.
Message to the fleets in Sol
"And to think the Iscandarians spoke of peace once." Said a feminine voice, the anger in the voice obvious obvious. "Either they're so stupid that they see a few terrorists as evidence that an entire species in evil by nature, or they planned to conquer us from the start. My money's on the second. To the Bicirrigans, everything the Iscandarians are saying is most likely a lie. They told our greatest warrior that he was actually one of their own people. and that's looking more and more like a lie every second. It seems as though they just wanted us defenseless, a civil war just also happens to be a convenient excuse for the attack. They openly forgave us for that war in our past, but now they judge us by the actions of just a tiny percentage of our people. Our forces have engaged the Iscandarian fleet, it would be a great honor to have a species that knows of our past atrocities willingly fighting alongside us."
Alas Prime
Fergus turned to Basil, his eyes filled with hatred, but a perfectly neutral expression on his face.
"So you're stereotyping humanity? Deciding that an entire species is naturally evil despite the vast majority wanting peace? That's called speciesism, an analog to the racism seen on Earth before humanity's eyes were opened. That racism is something humanity is deeply ashamed of, and you're basically being racist. Humanity got over racism, you apparently haven't. I know for a fact that my people aren't like that, so you;re not my people. Is this planet really called Gliese, despite that being a human name? Or was it all a trick? Logic points towards trick."
He put his hand out, and Basil felt a hand on his neck. The sensation left his skin almost as quickly as it had begun, but in a few seconds, he felt it again. This time it was next to his holster. The pistol limply fell out of it, and Fergus lunged at Basil, knocking him on the floor. He then quickly picked up the pistol and pointed it at Basil's head.
"Low level telekinetics. Not much, but enough to make a pistol flop around. You'll give me an audience with the Immortals right now, or else I'll pull the trigger. There wasn't a single human at that meeting, in other words, you have denied the defense any way of defending itself. I'm that way. I didn't want this, but it's the only way. My ultimatum stands."
darkwolf687 said
racial traits are fine. However, if its declared that strong ability in it is "rare" then it should actually be rare to have powerful magic users.I wouldn't say duck lacks creativity as much as he simply doesn't like leaving his comfort zone.
Definitely agree here. I just suggested that if the entirety of the human fleet got together and attacked the 100 or so fleet the EU has in Sol, they might win, especially with my dreadnoughts that are basically sniper rifles with broadside weapons. Here's what duck said on the dreadnought matter:
Doge Duck: Wellllllllllllllllllllll
Keyguy: I've got six or seven by now
Doge Duck: Iscandarian Dreadnoughts are much bigger then your average
Doge Duck: Thats why they take so long to build
Keyguy: Duck
Keyguy: I already assumed that
Doge Duck: A regular battlecruiser is about the size of wnat most consider a Dreadnought]
That's Duck saying that a battlecruiser of his is exactly as large as the biggest vessels a civilization that has colonized an entire system thoroughly has ever constructed.
Here's another jewel:
Keyguy: One question
Keyguy: How many ships are there laying back with the dreadnought?
Doge Duck: 6
Doge Duck: And there all massive and will rape your ass if you get close
Keyguy: That's why you don't get close.
Doge Duck: What are you going to do?
Keyguy: Human dreadnoughts are basically gigantic sniper rifles that can fire giant blobs of plasma
Keyguy: except they have broadside cannon
Doge Duck: Iscandarians have really strong shields
Really strong shields. REALLY. STRONG. SHIELDS. I say my six or so dreadnoughts have plasma accelerator weaponry that's definitely capable of doing significant damage to some ships, and the response? "Uhh... they're like, better."
This is what I heard after I suggested that the humans might be capable of winning:
Doge Duck: I HAVE PLANNED THIS FOR A FUCKING LONG ASS TIME
Doge Duck: AND YOUR GOING TO FUCKING RUIN IT
Keyguy: Okay then, what happens after you take over Earth?
Doge Duck: Reform
Doge Duck: Extermination of the rebels
Doge Duck: Strict right standards
Not that I can read minds, but that really, really sounds like an excuse. You can decide for yourselves, but it doesn't take that long to plan three broad things. Given that every Iscandarian is exactly the same in their views and those are pretty well-defined, it doesn't take too long to figure out what those reforms and standards would be.
This next one can speak for itself:
Keyguy: You do realize that Fergus is gonna be mad, right?
Doge Duck: Yes
Keyguy: And that he's killed hundreds already?
Doge Duck: But Faust will come talk to him
Doge Duck: And calm him
*Sigh*
This is the start of the argument (The most recent one, that is):
Doge Duck: so
Keyguy: Hey
Doge Duck: are you telling them to pisss off
Keyguy: Does the Dreadnought have hangars?
Doge Duck: No
Doge Duck: And A 101 ship fleet is going to overpower ANYTHING the Terrnans have
No, definitely not! It'll bet there aren't windows either, or any slightly misplaced subatomic particles. You also have to love how the first thing that gets said to me after I get an answer is "Oh yeah, I WIN".
A slice from the direct predecessor to the argument that just happened, this was recent as well:
Doge Duck: Favor please
Doge Duck: Tell the guys in orbit
Doge Duck: The new contact
Doge Duck: Jeddevans race
Doge Duck: To back the fuck off
Doge Duck: Tel them that you wanna fight this own your own
Keyguy: Why would the humans do that?
Keyguy: Their current line of thinking is "Fuck the Iscandarians"
Doge Duck: Because they think the can perserve
Doge Duck: And they dont know the aliens so yeah
Doge Duck: And I dont want them interveneing anyways
To me, that sounds like "So yeah, these people who are offering to save the humans? Well, since they can totally destroy my fleet, have the humans refuse their help. I don't wanna lose."
Any opinions? Am I right? Am I wrong? Should Duck be punished? Should I be punished? Should we both be punished? Should I dance in a clown suit on top of a checkerboard cake with chocolate frosting? You tell me.
(EDIT: Forgot to say this, I think, most likely. Anyways, I was totally a dick in that convo too. I yelled a lot, I obviously though I was justified. I kind of had a breakdown, and imitated duck in a particularly insulting way. I do have a pretty short temper, but either way, that's what happened. Duck asked me to tell you something, and being the smartass that I am, I'll do it in the one way he definitely didn't want me to do it:
Doge Duck: Oh and the whole telling you not to ask for help
Doge Duck: Was a joke
Keyguy: ...
Keyguy: Duck
Doge Duck is now Online.
Doge Duck: It was
Doge Duck: And so was the Faust thing
See? it was all just a joke.)
I definitely agree with Cale Tucker and Wilson on Duck's creativity, it does seem to be somewhat lacking. I know that he's capable of writing good stories, though. In my conversations with him he's come up with some great ideas, mostly working with my humans. While his stuff might not look enriching to the roleplay, when his characters come into contact with characters like my humans, interesting this happen. The current invasion is going to build a lot of character in both species, think about it: The Iscandarians have had an almost perfect history, and the humans have had war after war. The Iscandarians are judging the humans from their perspective, and the humans see that as unfair. The humans will probably end up thinking themselves better than the Iscandarians, and the Iscnadarians will either end up agreeing with the whole "You can't learn without mistakes" thing or end up looking at the humans as if they think they are self-entitled children.
duck55223 said
What question?
Exactly
Earth Orbit, EUV Starfire
"By Faust's name..."
Up until now, nobody had said anything about the planet below. Partially because nothing interesting was happening, and partially because the nuclear fallout was sickening to look at. What was even more horrifying was that an entire region had no structures larger than a hut in it at all, nothing but a flat expanse of desert peppered with craters. Another region had a large concentration of orbital bombardment sattelites stationed above it, apparently a police action. Judging by how old they were, it had been quarantined for decades. Forgiveness did not appear to be a common quality.
"What is it, officer?" Asked Emily, standing up from her Captain's chair.
"Two atomic detonations, one in the second most populous continent and the other in a small village in... in... that place."
"Are they-"
"Yes, full ground force mobilization all over the planet... Another detonation! Smaller, no sign of a missile launch... no artillery, maybe handheld? But how could anyone outrun an atomic blast they fired with a simple gun?"
Remembering the information that she had been given, Emily had a sudden realization. Her face was bleached white with horror, her mouth dropping open. The entire bridge crew turned to look at her, the same expression on their faces.
"I did some reading on human military history." She said "Over a century ago, one of the nations involved in what they call World War 2 used air attacks to take out oceangoing vessels. Instead of using missiles or bombs, the pilot rammed the vessels, killing themselves and the crew of the ship. Whoever caused that detonation caused it knowing full well they would die."
"How could anyone do that?" Said the tactical officer in shock "That blast killed at very least ten thousand people, and they knew it! Are they so full of hatred that they are willing to die for the sake of killing others?"
"Open a channel to the homeworld..."
"Channel open."
"This is the EUV Starfire, currently stationed in the Sol system. The Terrans are engaged in an atomic war, and the tactics being used here... we don't even have words for them. The humans call it a 'Kamikaze', which literally translates to 'divine wind'. It's an attack where one person gives their life to kill others. It's not used as a last resort, instead, the death of the attacker was planned and known to all prior to the operation. I'm requesting reinforcements and a decision to be made as soon as possible on this matter."
Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
"It's not archaic, just different. I come from a place where the most important thing at my age was how well you could hide, and nothing else mattered. Then... something happened, and that wasn't important anymore. Then the most important thing was the whole, I started to introduce my team, not myself. That group mentality never left."
After the man had left, the crew began to look around the room. They were obviously surprised by how similar it was to Terran layouts, the only notable differences being the absence of digital devices and nanorobotic furniture.
"Such a similar design for living spaces, perhaps evolution really does use the same tricks no matter where you are." Said the Captain, looking around the room. "Reminds me of the old palace back in Siberia."
"This whole planet reminds me of 19th century Britan. Kinda uncanny, it's like we're on an alternate Earth. Like in that one Star Trek episode with the Romans that had that one bit with the hilarious gladiator fight." Said one of the marines, looking at the Captain.
"That was a good one." Responded the other marine.
"Next Gen is the best series." Said the Captain, a smirk on her face.
"I know for a fact that your favorite is Voyager!" Yelled the marine in a mock accusation.
"Hey, I've gotta have fun somehow!"
The three laughed, and began to get ready for their official audience. Due to their inexperience regarding royalty, the Captain ended up guiding the two marines through how to properly bow. The process definitely took much longer than it should have, mainly because the marines didn't expect bowing to have so many rules.
"By Faust's name..."
Up until now, nobody had said anything about the planet below. Partially because nothing interesting was happening, and partially because the nuclear fallout was sickening to look at. What was even more horrifying was that an entire region had no structures larger than a hut in it at all, nothing but a flat expanse of desert peppered with craters. Another region had a large concentration of orbital bombardment sattelites stationed above it, apparently a police action. Judging by how old they were, it had been quarantined for decades. Forgiveness did not appear to be a common quality.
"What is it, officer?" Asked Emily, standing up from her Captain's chair.
"Two atomic detonations, one in the second most populous continent and the other in a small village in... in... that place."
"Are they-"
"Yes, full ground force mobilization all over the planet... Another detonation! Smaller, no sign of a missile launch... no artillery, maybe handheld? But how could anyone outrun an atomic blast they fired with a simple gun?"
Remembering the information that she had been given, Emily had a sudden realization. Her face was bleached white with horror, her mouth dropping open. The entire bridge crew turned to look at her, the same expression on their faces.
"I did some reading on human military history." She said "Over a century ago, one of the nations involved in what they call World War 2 used air attacks to take out oceangoing vessels. Instead of using missiles or bombs, the pilot rammed the vessels, killing themselves and the crew of the ship. Whoever caused that detonation caused it knowing full well they would die."
"How could anyone do that?" Said the tactical officer in shock "That blast killed at very least ten thousand people, and they knew it! Are they so full of hatred that they are willing to die for the sake of killing others?"
"Open a channel to the homeworld..."
"Channel open."
"This is the EUV Starfire, currently stationed in the Sol system. The Terrans are engaged in an atomic war, and the tactics being used here... we don't even have words for them. The humans call it a 'Kamikaze', which literally translates to 'divine wind'. It's an attack where one person gives their life to kill others. It's not used as a last resort, instead, the death of the attacker was planned and known to all prior to the operation. I'm requesting reinforcements and a decision to be made as soon as possible on this matter."
Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
"It's not archaic, just different. I come from a place where the most important thing at my age was how well you could hide, and nothing else mattered. Then... something happened, and that wasn't important anymore. Then the most important thing was the whole, I started to introduce my team, not myself. That group mentality never left."
After the man had left, the crew began to look around the room. They were obviously surprised by how similar it was to Terran layouts, the only notable differences being the absence of digital devices and nanorobotic furniture.
"Such a similar design for living spaces, perhaps evolution really does use the same tricks no matter where you are." Said the Captain, looking around the room. "Reminds me of the old palace back in Siberia."
"This whole planet reminds me of 19th century Britan. Kinda uncanny, it's like we're on an alternate Earth. Like in that one Star Trek episode with the Romans that had that one bit with the hilarious gladiator fight." Said one of the marines, looking at the Captain.
"That was a good one." Responded the other marine.
"Next Gen is the best series." Said the Captain, a smirk on her face.
"I know for a fact that your favorite is Voyager!" Yelled the marine in a mock accusation.
"Hey, I've gotta have fun somehow!"
The three laughed, and began to get ready for their official audience. Due to their inexperience regarding royalty, the Captain ended up guiding the two marines through how to properly bow. The process definitely took much longer than it should have, mainly because the marines didn't expect bowing to have so many rules.
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