Keyguyperson

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Cale Tucker said
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WilsonTurner said
Who goes out on the edge?And would you expect a massive fleet out there? I could edit it, 'course, just to specify that a few did, not every single one of them. I kinda assumed the one might realize that they all wouldn't do the same thing, and certain ships would simply share data, but I can edit in. But then again, shouldn't assume

Well, there is that one ship i sent out after the whole Pluto thing happened, but it's already making first contact. I mean, there are miners out in the Kuiper Belt, but they wouldn't have a connection to the rest of the system.

Also, ASTA, nobody important is on that ship. It's just some aging battlecruiser that had to convert it's reactors to run off of uranium because they ran out of helium-3.

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Epsilon Indi, Terran Space
In response to the call for help from the Iscandarians, the UTF has mobilized it's fleet. Within hours, all the available FTL ships in the Terran arsenal had massed in the Epsilon Indi system. Six hundred warships, including six dreadnoughts, all lined up for a jump to New Condia. After all the ships had finished reporting in, the Dreadnought Normandy broadcast a message to the fleet.

"The planet of New Conida, an Iscandarian world, is under attack. You all know this, and you all know that the Iscandarians have fought and killed thousands of us. However, their people did not. Their farmers never shot down one of our fighters, their factory workers never took down a battlecruiser, and their scientists never killed a single one of our footsoldiers. Those people are who we fight to save today! We fight to save them because we are Terran, and to be Terran means to have a responsibility! A responsibility to protect those in need, a responsibility to redeem yourself, to free yourself from the actions of those who came before you! Those that freed themselves from those actions are called 'Heroes', and for so long we have relied on a few of them to save us. Well, no more I say! No longer will the sons and daughters of Terra have to look to a few select heroes to defend them! No, they shall look to thousands of heroes! For after we win this battle, we shall have redeemed ourselves, freed ourselves of the actions of those who came before us, we shall all be heroes!"

The fleet, connected by the channel opened by the Normandy, let out a thunderous cheer. The communications officer broadcast the speech and reaction far and wide. From the white towers of New Eden to the floating cities of Venus the cheer was heard. Then, a sphere appeared before the fleet, bending the light around it in a gravity lens. The fleet rushed into it, disappearing into the wormhole's tunnel, all the while, cheering.

"For Terra! For redemption!"

New Condia, Arrival of the Fleet
An odd sphere appeared above the planet, warping light around it. It was truly gigantic, larger than both the Iscandarian and Sazkarjhit fleets combined. From it emerged a giant fleet of stark white warships, with six dreadnoughts taking point in an arrow formation. Torrents of fighters and bombers launched from their carrier vessels, the hangar pods rotating around to reveal plasma cannons. The red haze of hydrogen plasma surrounded each and every ship as their engines began to burn, bringing them up to the Sazkarjhit and Iscandarian line. A single sentence was transmitted to the entire system, announcing the arrival of the fleet.

"The Grand Fleet has arrived!"

The fleet reached the line quickly, a symbol could be seen painted on all of the ships. It was an image of Earth, an archaic iron sword driven though it. The words "Per aspera ad astra" appeared just below the image. It was clear now, the starships were Terran. If everything went just as they hoped, that symbol would embolden those in need and strike fear into the hearts of any enemy of the Terrans. An unlikely outcome, but to the Terrans, it seemed completely realistic. However, in the end, all that would matter would be if the Terrans won.

It sure seemed like they were intent on doing so.

"We're falling in with your forces!" The message was directed at both the Iscandarian and Sazkarjhit forces, coming from the TSS Normandy "We're entering the fleet shield, our vessels are extending their own plasma shields to provide extra protection! I recommend that all vessels concentrate on that weapon! Our fleet has six hundred warships in it, if we take that thing out, then we can push them out!"

Support vessels docked with the Iscandarian shield generators, transferring all of their power to them in the hopes of strengthening the fleet shield. The plasma shields of the Terran warships extended and combined to form another layer for the fleet shield, much stronger than the original due to the sheer number of ships. Falling into position, the Terrans opened fire with everything they had. A barrage of argon plasma flew towards the Hivemind's Siege Engine, the Terrans focusing all fire on it. Antimatter missiles were launched as well, impacting against it in an attempt to remove it from the battlefield entirely. The fighters and bombers simply fell in to support the allied small craft, taking orders from them as well as the Terran force. Dreadnoughts send messages offering to take in damaged allied vessels for repairs, though obviously they couldn't service anything larger than an escort during the battle.

Icarus
The Dreadnought replied to the message as it preformed a burn to negate it's orbital velocity for landing.

"We understand, we shall land in the sea."

The massive vessel began to fall straight down, but the gravity lens distortion appeared once more. The ship floated down to the ocean steadily, as if riding atop a cloud. It set down gently in the ocean, causing barely a ripple. The ship transmitted a message once more, while it deployed sea vessels to begin repairs from micrometeorite hits and the stresses of atmospheric descent.

"We can reach any location you wish, just transmit the coordinates."

Sol
There wasn't even a response before Fergus spoke, as the one that picked up the message was a member of the Wings of Gliese. They had instinctively severed their connection to Faust without even feeling it. All they knew was that their magic no longer worked.

"Our magic is gone, and you just used the code word that is reserved only for the more dire of situations. If Lahnha is back, then it;s even worse. What the hell happened?"

Sol, Mercury's Orbit
"I see you know of our greatest strength." Said the captain, deliberately twisting the insult with his amusement obvious "As the captain of an FTL-capable warship, I am authorized to act as an ambassador in First Contact situations. I'll come aboard, just tell us where to dock."

He hid his discomfort at the words spoken by Nullus, though in his mind, he analyzed every detail. Had Lord Nullus been able to see his face, it would be obvious how disturbed he was when he spoke of the ship. He often called his own ship "She" affectionately, but the way Nullus had spoken of his ship... it didn't sound like he was talking about a creaking in the floors as a result of damage. No, it sounded like he was talking about the ship as if he truly believed it to be a sentient being, capable of feeling damage it took. Even though he was trying to be diplomatic, he saw no way that these aliens and humanity could avoid a future war. They just seemed too different.

Or, perhaps a more horrifying thought: they were too similar.

Nouvelle
Praskoviya moved up to the Tinkerer, knowing that she couldn't even begin to figure out what had happened, much less help. Then she remembered the nanobots.

Fearing the Eternal Union, she had sneaked medical nanobots in through her necklace. It was a pearl one, but five of the pearls were actually nanobot containers, capable of injecting their payload into the skin of the patient. Once inside, they would search for any problems and attempt to fix them. They were programmed to read the genetic code of the patient and construct an image of their body as it would be ideally at the age determined by the decay in the genetic material. Though they were meant for humans, if they couldn't understand the genetic code, they would simply leave through the entry point.

Figuring it was worth a try, she took off her necklace and pressed two of the five containers against the Tinkerer. The nanobots immediately began to search for his genetic code. Having been wiped of the human-exclusive coding beforehand, they would probably be capable of fixing whatever was wrong. However, it could take some time.

"Those were medical nanobots." She said, explaining the situation to everyone in the room. "They'll try to determine the right state his body should be in and return it to that state, though sine they've never been used on an alien species, there's no telling if they'll work. I myself do not follow any religion, but at least one person here probably will. I urge those that do, if you think it will help, then pray. I don't know how to tell you this, but despite believing in no God, I can tell you for a fact that it might help."

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ASTA said
@Keyguy The crippled spacecraft---do you have main characters aboard it? Typically vul'kruun response to potential xeno prey is to attack it, but I can't exactly do that if a plot-critical character is at risk. Unrealistic as hell, but perhaps the ship has an escape pod that your main character(s) could use?

Which crippled spacecraft? Sorry, I've gotten so wrapped up in all these plot threads.

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Is it sad that I've considered writing a fanfic based off of this roleplay?

I mean, I'm the GM and all, and it's also a roleplay.

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Me to the OOC:



90% of the people who considered making an app:

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Arkay said
So I just joined earlier this week and I'm slowly losing faith that this RP mainly because whenever somebody challenges Duck he either meta-games or god-mods his way out of the hostile situation. I've also been reading the IC posts and it would seem that the EU is impossible to beat, mainly because of his unchecked methods. Everything before was just relatively minor, but now it seems that his un-named, minor characters can dodge rounds fired at point blank with no idea of what is happening. I genuinely like the RPers here and have great ideas on what should be going on (props to ASTA for pointing out that stealth systems don't work in space. Much intelligent! Very win) but Duck seems to be breaking the game at every turn. This is RP 101, Duck. You cannot dodge, shield, or ignore your way out of everything.@Apollo: I need that gif for my sig, bruh......

This.

I can't really complain, though. Whenever he and I fight it's usually "Immovable object meets unstoppable force".

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Some Septonian planet
After hearing the message, everybody aboard the Iceland breathed a sigh of relief. It was clear that they were not dealing with a hostile species. The captain gave the order, and the red haze around the ship disappeared. The turrets rotated back into the hull, and the support craft reattached to the ship. The dots of blue light all around the ship faded away as the weapons systems went offline. Once again, the ship sent out a message.

"This is Diplomatic Officer Kipp of the Normandy-Class Dreadnought Iceland, we come in peace for all Terrans. We were dispatched to make contact with other civilizations, only recently was our fleet freed up for exploration by a cease fire treaty. However, fearing it wouldn't last long, they sent us out instead of a real exploration ship. This vessel isn't any normal warship, it was built to lay siege to a star system, thus the extensive weaponry. If the cease fire is broken just like the first one was, then we'll be within striking distance of their homeworld from here. Now, officially, we're out here to gain allies. Unofficially, we're out here to determine if that nation has attacked anyone else. So tell us, have you come into hostile contact with a nation known as the Eternal Union?"

Sol, Mercury
There was a short pause as the Captain analyzed the situation, searching for any sort of hint to the thoughts behind the voice.

NightLords? He thought Obviously military, but not like our own. Perhaps religiously driven? Yes, that would explain the odd name. They say only their power systems have failed, but there is a gigantic gash in their ship, maybe it's supposed to be there. Interesting, they obviously focused on offensive power over aesthetics, as it appears to be perfectly function. They must value strength, yes.

Without the mic on, he ordered a quantum message to be sent to Utopia Planitia, requesting a Normandy-Class dreadnought for diplomatic purposes. He then switched the mic back on, and sent another message. He made multiple assumptions about the culture of this new species, mostly based off of sci-fi for lack of any other reference.

"The United Terran Federation is a collection of member states that fields a unified military force, which recently fought off an invasion. The attackers retreated using their FTL, they had never fought a battle in the history of their species, so I cannot blame them for being cowardly. As for your minor problem, I have requested that a larger vessel be sent to assist. I do have to ask, though. Is that gash across the hull of your vessel actual damage, or just there for show?"

Sol, Eternal Union
Getting another message on her tablet, she hurriedly read it. after finishing, she continued.

"The hospital ship is docking at Luna station, this ship has begun a burn for it, and we'll be there in about half an hour. You can meet with the one survivor who they kept conscious, the others are being prepped for surgery."

Nouvelle
Praskoviya jumped up out of her seat, running over the the Valkians. She radiated concern, keeping her distance from the Tinkerer just in case the Valkians had cultural laws governing such occurrences.

"What happened?" She said "Is this normal?"

Nouvelle, Space
Upon detecting the explosion, the Alcubierre launched from the planet's surface. The railgun began to charge, it's small opening glowing a bright red as heat built up. It's missile tubes opened, revealing dozens of warheads prepared to launch. It positioned itself between the Eternal Union and Septonian ships, aiming weapons at both of them. It transmitted a message on all frequencies, making sure that the entire system would hear it.

"The Queen of the planet below has asked that no violence occur here! Do you dare to disrespect her wishes by killing in orbit of Nouvelle?"

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Earth, Space Forces High Command
The room was dark, lit only by the red glow of negative mass in the center. A sword sat upon the slab of negative mass, floating in the air. One of the many high-ranking personnel in the room picked it up off of the slab and examined it, looking for any abnormality, any slight sign that what the scientist had said was true.

"No, that's impossible." She said, continuing to examine the sword. "Quantum entanglement does not occur naturally, and certainly not between so many particles. Are you sure your scans are correct?"

"Yes, Admiral." Said a man in a white lab coat, turned red by the glow of the negative mass. "The particles of the sword are interconnected. What's more, their spin keeps changing, and none of our scanners are picking up any energy readings."

"Do you mean-"

"Yes. This is most likely caused by magic."

"It's a human design though, and our linguists say that those markings are in Navajo. Even among humanity, only a select few know that language, there's no way that the Eternal Union built this... thing."

"We have already confirmed it's point of origin. The materials are from Prefecture 15 of The District, and it was forged during the colonial period."

"Nobody in that time had any knowledge of quantum entanglement! Your analysis has to be wrong!"

"Twenty did."

"Not once has someone even come close to proving that story!"

"We just did. The soldier carrying it was Lieutenant Anderson, who was involved in the Topeka Riots. He also owned a large corporation at the time, a small arms manufacturer. I went through their sales records and found that they had sold 'Custom Model #581' to Yuuki Sora. As you all learned in Terran History class, Yuuki Sora was the right hand woman of the instigator of the Topeka Riots..."

Everyone's mouths dropped open, and it seemed like they had a hard time closing them. In shock, the woman responded.

"Archangel."

"Fergus McClain claims to have been Archangel, in addition to hundreds of other identities. I did some searching, and one of his claimed identities appears in an ancient Japanese legend, speaking of a man who wielded a straight katana. The legend dates back to 1431."

"That's before the Europeans discovered the Americas, there's no way it was the same sword."

"The sword is over ten thousand years old according to our scans."

"But you said it was forged in the colonial period!"

"It was."

The woman's expression changed from shocked to confused, then back to shocked.

"No, no, no... you are NOT suggesting that. No, that's literally impossible in every imaginable way."

"Apparently, it isn't."

Mercury Orbit, Sol
A Poland-Class escort approached the odd vessel, a haze of red hydrogen plasma surrounding it. It's two warp rings were spinning, slowly gaining velocity as if preparing for something. Through the plasma shield, four large, tri-barrel turrets could be seen on the top and bottom of the ship, two on each side. A circular window surrounded a small hole, about a meter in diameter, it's sides glowing red with heat as the vessel floated closer to the alien vessel. A message was sent out from the ship, along with a standard SETI image set.

"This is the United Terran Federation Poland-Class escort Powstanie. Your vessel appears heavily damaged, do you require assistance? I repeat, do you require assistance?"

Septonian Planet, Uncharted Space
A giant burst of radiation erupted from what seemed to be empty space, so powerful that it illuminated the planet below like a sun. The effect dissipated after only a few moments, leaving behind a gigantic starship falling towards the planet. Whatever FTL it had used, it obviously preserved the velocity of the ship before it activated the drive. After mere seconds of descent, the ship suddenly stopped falling, the device it used to counteract gravity generating a lens-like distortion below two gigantic rings on both ends of the ship. Three giant engines on the back of the ship fired, pushing it into orbit.

A minute after the radiation blast, a haze of red surrounded the ship as dots of blue light appeared all over it's hull. Fighter craft launched off of platforms on the top and bottom of the ship, maneuvering to fall into escort positions. About half of the platforms that the fighters launched from rotated around, revealing threatening, three-barrel turrets on the other side. On both sides of the awesome vessel, markings in an alien language appeared.

Iceland

A radio transmission was sent from the intimidating dreadnought, multiple pictures of humans (many of them within spacesuits), the planets in the Sol system, the Pioneer plaque, and the UTF seal.

"This is the United Terran Federation Dreadnought Iceland. Do not fear us, for we come in peace. We apologize for our intimidating appearance, this vessel was designed to be a planetary assault and space combat vessel, deployed in large numbers with the intent of invading and capturing a developed enemy world. However, as we recently negotiated a cease fire with the nation this ship was meant to be used on, we sent it out to search for allies. Along with this message, we have sent an audio-visual dictionary. If you have no translation technology, then you can use it to decipher our speech. In the event that you need to do that, then we suggest that after translating this message, you allow us to land and set up a face-to-face meeting. We have technology that can translate, but only if we meet physically."

Nouvelle
"Theatrics? I had a feeling that would be in there. I don't know about anyone else here, but us Terrans greatly enjoy theatrics."

After the Eternal Union diplomats had spoken, she turned to them, hiding her annoyance.

"Again, our comms systems are slow, and the fast ones cost billions of W.C.E. to send a single qbit of info. It would take multiple years for a message on the slower communication system to reach us, so we have no way of knowing what happened unless the government decides to spend a trillion W.C.E. to tell us that we don't need to keep our ship's weapons charged anymore, we won't know about the peace deal. You don't look like you're lying, so I'll believe you for now."

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duck55223 said
Not going to bother, Keyguy is just going to shutdown any arguments I have to it anyways.

Yep.

WilsonTurner said
Draconians are a species that has been both technologically and evolutionized to be in combat, whether to hunt or to fight with guns and such. Draconians are, most often, at a height of Draconians also sport scales- while before they were used in being protected from water and fire, small sticks and the like, they also accept metals, in which the Draconians digest in a separate stomach, that thicken and strengthen the scales. Titanium and aluminum lead to light, strong scale, while iron, steel, and other metals like that lead to heavy thick scales. Draconians are hunters- they see well both in light and in the dark, and sport several different membranes that they can cover their eyes with that can act anywhere from primitive binoculars, to sunglasses. Their eyes are reptillian, and they've got claws on every hand. They live up to one hundred human years- nearly two hundred cycles in comparison.Most often, they'll wear what you see in the above picture, except with far stronger materials, as a sort of proud-for-our-ancestors kind of thing. Only infantry wear exoskeletons, or the Space Marines.Republic - Instead of taking votes from everywhere, some Draconians gather support from their fellows, and they elect him as a Representative, which goes to a lower council. The Lower Council is a very large council that is in many areas- they make the little decisions, and pass things on up if they're too big. The Medium Council is smaller, with only a few that extend over many areas, and they take care of more important decisions. The Higher Council is a single, powerful group that makes decisions that affect the entire nation.Infantry is the Draconians' least powerful section of the three primary combat branches, sporting a variety of genetically-engineered beasts, from Hunters, who are large dog-like creatures with six legs, very strong and very fast. They've got everything from what's essentially sea dragon eggs that they can drop into the seas of their enemies, and destroy naval trade, to what are essentially really smart spinosaurus's, just for the fear effect. Most of these creatures are armed with embedded shield projectors, that run off the body energy and heat. The more something gets shot, even with the projector, the weaker it'll get, since shooting the shield is drawing on the creature's energy. The actual troops of the Infantry are just Draconians as combat controllers, and a creature they train against, most commonly called "Six-Arms." they're just like Draconians, except instead of scales they've got a crocodile like hide, and they've got six arms, which can wield handguns, swords, etc. Space Marines are the only part of the infantry that serves on spaceships, and the only ones that are composed entirely of Draconians.The Mechanized is less focused upon by the Draconians, for reasons pertaining to the upkeep of what they already have. They use walkers- big ones. They don't like being in small spaces, even less so when that small space is in an even more fragile small vehicle. Most walkers are from the height of a two-story building to a 5-story building. They're armed to the teeth, and because of the size, they each have a variety of items onboard, from a small antimatter reactor, to mortars, lasers, autocannons, and missile systems. The biggest walker is the Command Walker Central, or CWC. It stands at five stories tall, and only has a few weapons. It's got powerful shields, and it has a very powerful radar, scanning, and communications technology. Very hard to crack, but you won't have much resistance. The smallest is the Mobile Combat Controller, which is two stories tall, and two can be deployed from the CWC. These act as waypoints for the information sent from the CWC, and have powerful 3-D mapping systems. They have almost no armor, and they have medium strength shields. They're faster, and they're armed with jumpjets and what's essentially called a "Electron Puncher," which has the effect of very powerfully sending a small shockwave towards something- enough to smash a tank in one shot. It needs charge-up time, and it can't map while it's charging.The most expensive, the most expansive, and the most powerful of the three combat branches, the Spaceforce-Airforce combined shortly after the Draconians ascended into the skies. All fighters and bombers are atmospheric- it may dampen their effectiveness, but it also gives them a strategic advantage, where spaceborn enemies can't reach them, nor can ground anti-air. Technological Overview:Cultural Overview: To put it simply, they are a very proud warrior race. They respond to respect and power, not being nice or generous. They themselves might be generous, but they do it to one whom they respect. They celebrate victory, mourn defeat, and learn from both. They are not foolish- they our proud. They'll learn, and may get into a fight if they know they can win. They will gladly call for war against a race that is either weak or disgraceful, but if they prove to be worthy of respect, they will ceasefire, and reconsider. History: Draconians have long memories, and long grudges. But, everyone they have a grudge with is dead. From the very beginning, they fought for their lives, Not in a way that the humans did, or any other. Their planet was a giant brawling mass, where the fiercest, the strongest survive. The Draconians had already evolved into fighting beasts by the time they were learning to speak, having to fight against monsters that were both bigger and smaller than they were. Even the plants sometimes tried to eat them; everything grew quickly, and lasted as long as it possibly could. Dying of old age was unheard of as the Draconians got smarter and smarter, and they spent night and day on alert. Disease never ran rampant in this world- the strong survived, and so viruses never had anywhere to go. For some time, they spent in a sort of evolutionary stasis, fighting and fighting and fighting, trapping and always using their claws to rend flesh. And then a disgrace, an outcasted Draconian, always left behind when they went hunting, wanted to be safe. Not in their primitive huts- he knew that never had any of their enemies been underground. And so he dug, He looked down, dug, and found stone. He looked at this stone, looked at the vines on the trees, and the fallen branches, and made an axe. That very same axe is still preserved today in the most prominent Battleship-X. After that, the Draconians scrambled to make new weapons, to come at their enemies with these weapons. They destroyed their enemies, and they loved doing so, until they had cleared the australia-sized continent they lived on. There was a massive growth spurt; they covered the coasts all along. Here, they began to fish. They made boats, the rushed out to sea, and learned the passive side to life. Before, aggression and brutality ruled. Here, they would die if they put it aside, and so would everyone else. Here, they learned balance.Shortly afterwards, they began to make bigger ships, and set sail for other lands. Some never returned; only two of the dozen did. They brought back animals, and the smart captains were rewarded with the first farms, the first animal farms. They were the pioneers; they made the first grain farms, and the first fruit farms. It was less thought, and more luck and on-the-spot innovation.Four hundred years later, they were across the world, and each continent, each of the six massive islands, were constantly warring and making peace. The original continent the smallest, the strongest, had made the first plane; they made the first bomber, the first battleship. They were the first to go into space, where they were the first to spaceships. When the first spaceship, armed with a single cannon, fired down onto the command center of their most hated rivals, and destroyed their leaders, the entire world paused, and looked upwards.A hundred more years passed, and there were two fleets in orbit around the planet. However, these weren't fighting- each nation had bonded to each other, intent on finding new lands, new peoples, and new ways to do everything.And here they are. Other: Don't piss them off.

Accepted!