"Lautusia happens to have hentai about the crew of the Maria."
-Excerpt from an OOC conversation. The Maria was a prototype bioship in the roleplay A Hundred Years Later
"The Antarctic Union launches anti missile missile missiles against the Malkrantian anti missile missiles."
"Malkrantia launches anti missile missile missile missiles against the Antarctic Union anti missile missile missiles"
-Excerpt from Untold Empires
THE YEAR IS 2091. THE TELEVISION INDUSTRY IS IN TURMOIL AS THE NEWLY DEVELOPED SHOW, "MY LITTLE FISH" IS BEING RELEASED. BILLIONS CONTINUE TO REVOLT IN CHAOS EVERYDAY THAT THE CONFLICT CONTINUES. THE WORLD HAS LOST ALL HOPE OF FREEDOM AS THE FASCIST TELEVISION SHOW FORCES ITSELF INTO THE HOMES OF TRILLIONS. THE ONLY VESTIGE LEFT UNSCATHED BY THE CONFLICT IS THE NORTHERN EUROPEAN COALITION, WHO HAS DEFIED ALL ODDS AND DENIED THE SHOW ACCESS WITHIN THEIR BORDERS. THOUSANDS CONTINUE TO DIE EVERYDAY AS THE CONFLICT CONTINUES...
-Also Untold Empires, this was what happened when people stopped shooting at each other. I swear, we weren't high.
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WrongEndoftheRainbow said
It's taking me forever to get my app done since the guild goes down whenever I have inspiration. On a side note, I was considering my species. Should I stick with insects or go with this?
The guild is actually connected to our brains, and it goes offline whenever we have an idea. Because Mahz is actually an evil genius trying to conquer the world by mildly annoying roleplayers. Somehow.
As for your species, I don't really know, but I would personally choose that picture. Probably because of the blue. Especially because of the blue.
Nouvelle, Iscandarian Conflict
One of the Terran aircraft was destroyed, and crashed just beside the house. The second one opened fire with it's laser weapon, dodging the Iscandarian fire using it's antigravity system. The Terran ground forced opened fire as well, the Iscandarian weapons striking down many of the Terran soldiers. The commander took one look at the Iscandarian weapons and was suddenly overcome with anger, he knew exactly what they were. They were like the ADS that Captain Lovisa had faced in Sibera so many years ago.
He tapped a button on his tablet, then focused all of his energy on the battle. Before he could close the tank hatch, a stray Iscandarian shot hit his left arm. Suddenly overcome by pain, he screamed as if he had just been killed five times over. Still, he knew that the battle would be won. He just hoped that all the events would fall into place quick enough.
Meanwhile, the Spec-Ops forces opened fire on the Iscandarians, but it was too late. All of them fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The leader turned to the Iscandarians with what little strength he had left.
"V... vous monstres extra-terrestre!" He said weakly, before finally going unconscious from the shock to his nervous system.
Nouvelle, Meeting
A muted beeping noise came from Praskoviya's pocket, she took out her communicator. Hoping that it wouldn't offend the Valkians, she stepped aside for a moment, listening to the encoded message. Throughout the message, she was searching the room for weapons. Unfortunately for her, the Queen was definitely holding to her wish of a weapon-free environment. Aside from the Valkians and their ceremonial weapons, everyone was unarmed. Everyone but the Iscandarians, who had their powers.
She moved closer to Queen Sabine, whispering in her ear.
"I have no doubt the Valkian has explained the situation. They are the only ones here with any ability to fight besides the Iscandarians, given that the weapons of your guards wouldn't even scratch Iscandarian armor, the Valkians should escort you out under the guise of a one-on-one meeting. One of my people can get our weapons, they look ceremonial when deactivated. We can cover you using them, especially considering the Iscandarian choice of weapons."
Icarus, Oceans of Jul
'It is why we're here." Said the diplomat "It's hard to talk about why we hate them, mainly due to the beliefs of our species regarding our place in the universe. I'll only say it once, and that one time won't be now. However, suffice it to say that they have broken a treaty, killed a million of our people, caused two hundred thousand of us to die in vain, and killed three million of their own people for the same reason a child would break a toy another child wants. We're out here to find allies against them, we might have a strong industry, but a thousand warships is a hard figure to match."
There was a short pause, and the Diplomat's eyes widened. He was clearly horrified at something, but nobody had said anything.
"They... they just threatened to drive my species extinct in one blow!"
Sol, The Last hope
"How the hell..." Said the Admiral, still transmitting. "Just were are your lost homes, anyways?"
Space Station orbiting Earth
"I told them, but they didn't believe me. They're still against the corrupted Iscandarians though, but they think they've been like this the whole time. I managed to convince them that you're revolutionaries. As for the information on your ships, I'm sure our people could find quite a few weaknesses. Oh yes, speaking of weaknesses, we have a... shall we say... situation. Do you know the intimate details of the warp drive?"
Message to the Eternal Union
"We have warp-capable vessels outside of Sol. You destroy our species, and your species goes down with us. If you declare conventional war on us, then we will kill every last one of you using the warp drive's power. Your people are idiots, you shattered your disguise and threatened a species with the ability to destroy hundreds of systems in an instant of we wanted to. The galaxy will hear of this threat, we are broadcasting a recording of your message to every single star system in this galaxy. Everyone will hear of this, even if we haven't made contact with them yet."
Colonial Report
=Decoding Transmission=
=Data Packets Retrieved=
=Jigsaw Process Complete, Displaying=
"We have made contact with the natives, they are far more advanced than we thought. They have antigravity devices just like our own, as well as laser and railgun weaponry. Oddly, they have no form of space travel. Their negative energy generators are far less efficient than our own, so their antigravity devices can't get them much further than the lower stratosphere. They also never invented the wing, possibly due to lack of inspiration (The only flying creatures here are living blimps). There are two species: the Ethra'Hirel and the Kaa'ri. The Ethra'Hirel are a tripedal and reptilian species, who seem entirely subservient to the Kaa'ri. Oddly, the Kaa'ri are benevolent masters, caring for the Ethra'Hirel like a mother would care for her child. The Kaa'ri appearance is similar to that of a nanobot operator born with complications, thought their form is much weaker and their heads much larger. Their skin colors have the same variety as ours, their eyes are the same, but they do not have hair on their heads. They appear to be vastly intelligent, apparently creating all of the technology currently in use. What's more interesting is that the Kaa'ri seem to be obsessed with us, going so far as to ask what it takes to join our federation. My best guess as to why they are this intrigued by us is our use of space travel (their legends speak of it), but that's not a reason to give up independence. As for our expansion, the human population of this system is already at twenty billion due to the clones, and we have begun producing interstellar spacecraft in facilities over three of the planets. This was a resounding success, and I suggest that we dispatch more colony ships in a similar manner."
Message to all Nations (Including ones not yet contacted)
"This is High Admiral Kai Vivian of the United Terran Federation. Some of you may know of my people, others may not. That is not important. What is important is that at 0900 GMT on my homeworld, my people recieved a message. It was from a nation known as the Eternal Union, also referred to as the Iscandarians. They said that if we declared war on them for causing two hundred thousand of my people to die in vain, killing three million civilians to defeat the enemy, opening fire on innocent men, women, and children with barbaric weapons, and breaking peace treaties, then they would destroy our entire species using a method of faster than light propulsion that is capable of destroying a star system if used properly. The proof is enclosed within this data packet, it is a recording of their message. I do not ask for help, I only ask that the crimes the Eternal Union has committed in this threat and many previous actions be known to all people."
The District, Prefecture 12, 2016
What the hell am I doing?
It was a gloomy, rainy day. Quite appropriate for the current situation. It seemed that the universe had a taste for the cinematic, especially considering that every single song that the radio played was in some way related to it all. The man sat on a bar stool, blueprints and equations spread out in front of him, with some of them stained by blood. His hair was a dark brown, his hands all torn up from what was presumably a high-speed encounter with the pavement. His face had a giant bruise on it, accentuated by dried-up blood on his nose. He wore a trenchcoat and long, brown pants. Every part of him was absolutely soaked, despite the fact that there was an umbrella at his side.
He looked over at a woman next to him, whom was in a similar state. The bartender went to her first, asking what she wanted. The response was somewhat surprising-sweet tea. Not a common choice at a bar after having been beaten up, but he couldn't argue with it. The stuff would help someone relax all right, but he wasn't here to relax. He was here to forget everything that was going on. The bartender had been kind enough to keep the television off the news channels, then again, most bars did that. The news was just doom and gloom at this point, not something people in a bar want to hear about. If you weren't there to forget about it all, then you were there to celebrate, thus forgetting about it all. In other words, everyone just wanted to forget it all.
"I-95?" Said the man, reaching for his drink.
"Courthouse." Replied the woman in a light southern accent. "I'm not looking to end it all yet. Surprised you made it out in something other than an ambulance."
"I didn't make it out in anything, they broke up the blockade with tanks. My car was either blown up or run over. Can't remember."
"Why did you even go there anyways? Road blocks always end with that kind of bullshit."
"It's exciting." He sighed, taking another sip. "I just... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
The woman looked at his face quizzically, in a manner that the man could best describe as "ridiculously cute for someone covered in bruises".
"Excitement? You gave up your car and risked your life for excitement?"
"Not like anything else is exciting."
"Don't you have any dreams? Surely your life isn't worth risking for some excitement."
The man's expression changed from somewhat depressed to very depressed, and he hung his head while he took a much larger sip from his drink.
"Yeah, ya' see the stars out there?"
Looking out of the window at the night sky, the woman replied, slightly confused by the question.
"Yeah, why?"
"The one that's in the center is twenty-one light years from here, it's called Gliese 581. First potentially habitable exoplanet humanity ever discovered orbits it."
Who is this guy? Thought the woman He memorized the location of a single star?
Before she could respond, the man continued.
"I've wanted to go there for as long as I've been alive. When this whole shitstorm started I was a teenager, decided that if I wasn't going to go to space, I might as well have some fun. Ever since then, I've just been looking for excitement." He gestures to the papers on the bar, then continued. "I found these after going home, they're from high school. Turns out the equations work out pretty well."
"What are they, anyways?"
"Alcubierre's warp field equations, I reworked them a bit. If they exist in eleven-dimension space, then you can figure out how to create negative mass using the answer."
She stared at the equations, she had a degree in mathematics, but they made no sense to her. She was pretty sure that at some point in them it was stated that 1+1=-1, what's worse was that it actually started to seem plausible if you looked at it long enough.
"How-"
Just after she had stared speaking, the door opened. A police officer walked in, wearing riot gear. The man put on an ill-fitting baseball cap that had faded words on it, accompanied by a slightly less faded chariot. The woman just turned her back to the officer, hiding her face as well as she possibly could. However, the man slowly moved his hand down towards his umbrella as his muscles tensed, getting ready to make a move.
One of the Terran aircraft was destroyed, and crashed just beside the house. The second one opened fire with it's laser weapon, dodging the Iscandarian fire using it's antigravity system. The Terran ground forced opened fire as well, the Iscandarian weapons striking down many of the Terran soldiers. The commander took one look at the Iscandarian weapons and was suddenly overcome with anger, he knew exactly what they were. They were like the ADS that Captain Lovisa had faced in Sibera so many years ago.
He tapped a button on his tablet, then focused all of his energy on the battle. Before he could close the tank hatch, a stray Iscandarian shot hit his left arm. Suddenly overcome by pain, he screamed as if he had just been killed five times over. Still, he knew that the battle would be won. He just hoped that all the events would fall into place quick enough.
Meanwhile, the Spec-Ops forces opened fire on the Iscandarians, but it was too late. All of them fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The leader turned to the Iscandarians with what little strength he had left.
"V... vous monstres extra-terrestre!" He said weakly, before finally going unconscious from the shock to his nervous system.
Nouvelle, Meeting
A muted beeping noise came from Praskoviya's pocket, she took out her communicator. Hoping that it wouldn't offend the Valkians, she stepped aside for a moment, listening to the encoded message. Throughout the message, she was searching the room for weapons. Unfortunately for her, the Queen was definitely holding to her wish of a weapon-free environment. Aside from the Valkians and their ceremonial weapons, everyone was unarmed. Everyone but the Iscandarians, who had their powers.
She moved closer to Queen Sabine, whispering in her ear.
"I have no doubt the Valkian has explained the situation. They are the only ones here with any ability to fight besides the Iscandarians, given that the weapons of your guards wouldn't even scratch Iscandarian armor, the Valkians should escort you out under the guise of a one-on-one meeting. One of my people can get our weapons, they look ceremonial when deactivated. We can cover you using them, especially considering the Iscandarian choice of weapons."
Icarus, Oceans of Jul
'It is why we're here." Said the diplomat "It's hard to talk about why we hate them, mainly due to the beliefs of our species regarding our place in the universe. I'll only say it once, and that one time won't be now. However, suffice it to say that they have broken a treaty, killed a million of our people, caused two hundred thousand of us to die in vain, and killed three million of their own people for the same reason a child would break a toy another child wants. We're out here to find allies against them, we might have a strong industry, but a thousand warships is a hard figure to match."
There was a short pause, and the Diplomat's eyes widened. He was clearly horrified at something, but nobody had said anything.
"They... they just threatened to drive my species extinct in one blow!"
Sol, The Last hope
"How the hell..." Said the Admiral, still transmitting. "Just were are your lost homes, anyways?"
Space Station orbiting Earth
"I told them, but they didn't believe me. They're still against the corrupted Iscandarians though, but they think they've been like this the whole time. I managed to convince them that you're revolutionaries. As for the information on your ships, I'm sure our people could find quite a few weaknesses. Oh yes, speaking of weaknesses, we have a... shall we say... situation. Do you know the intimate details of the warp drive?"
Message to the Eternal Union
"We have warp-capable vessels outside of Sol. You destroy our species, and your species goes down with us. If you declare conventional war on us, then we will kill every last one of you using the warp drive's power. Your people are idiots, you shattered your disguise and threatened a species with the ability to destroy hundreds of systems in an instant of we wanted to. The galaxy will hear of this threat, we are broadcasting a recording of your message to every single star system in this galaxy. Everyone will hear of this, even if we haven't made contact with them yet."
Colonial Report
=Decoding Transmission=
=Data Packets Retrieved=
=Jigsaw Process Complete, Displaying=
"We have made contact with the natives, they are far more advanced than we thought. They have antigravity devices just like our own, as well as laser and railgun weaponry. Oddly, they have no form of space travel. Their negative energy generators are far less efficient than our own, so their antigravity devices can't get them much further than the lower stratosphere. They also never invented the wing, possibly due to lack of inspiration (The only flying creatures here are living blimps). There are two species: the Ethra'Hirel and the Kaa'ri. The Ethra'Hirel are a tripedal and reptilian species, who seem entirely subservient to the Kaa'ri. Oddly, the Kaa'ri are benevolent masters, caring for the Ethra'Hirel like a mother would care for her child. The Kaa'ri appearance is similar to that of a nanobot operator born with complications, thought their form is much weaker and their heads much larger. Their skin colors have the same variety as ours, their eyes are the same, but they do not have hair on their heads. They appear to be vastly intelligent, apparently creating all of the technology currently in use. What's more interesting is that the Kaa'ri seem to be obsessed with us, going so far as to ask what it takes to join our federation. My best guess as to why they are this intrigued by us is our use of space travel (their legends speak of it), but that's not a reason to give up independence. As for our expansion, the human population of this system is already at twenty billion due to the clones, and we have begun producing interstellar spacecraft in facilities over three of the planets. This was a resounding success, and I suggest that we dispatch more colony ships in a similar manner."
Message to all Nations (Including ones not yet contacted)
"This is High Admiral Kai Vivian of the United Terran Federation. Some of you may know of my people, others may not. That is not important. What is important is that at 0900 GMT on my homeworld, my people recieved a message. It was from a nation known as the Eternal Union, also referred to as the Iscandarians. They said that if we declared war on them for causing two hundred thousand of my people to die in vain, killing three million civilians to defeat the enemy, opening fire on innocent men, women, and children with barbaric weapons, and breaking peace treaties, then they would destroy our entire species using a method of faster than light propulsion that is capable of destroying a star system if used properly. The proof is enclosed within this data packet, it is a recording of their message. I do not ask for help, I only ask that the crimes the Eternal Union has committed in this threat and many previous actions be known to all people."
The District, Prefecture 12, 2016
What the hell am I doing?
It was a gloomy, rainy day. Quite appropriate for the current situation. It seemed that the universe had a taste for the cinematic, especially considering that every single song that the radio played was in some way related to it all. The man sat on a bar stool, blueprints and equations spread out in front of him, with some of them stained by blood. His hair was a dark brown, his hands all torn up from what was presumably a high-speed encounter with the pavement. His face had a giant bruise on it, accentuated by dried-up blood on his nose. He wore a trenchcoat and long, brown pants. Every part of him was absolutely soaked, despite the fact that there was an umbrella at his side.
He looked over at a woman next to him, whom was in a similar state. The bartender went to her first, asking what she wanted. The response was somewhat surprising-sweet tea. Not a common choice at a bar after having been beaten up, but he couldn't argue with it. The stuff would help someone relax all right, but he wasn't here to relax. He was here to forget everything that was going on. The bartender had been kind enough to keep the television off the news channels, then again, most bars did that. The news was just doom and gloom at this point, not something people in a bar want to hear about. If you weren't there to forget about it all, then you were there to celebrate, thus forgetting about it all. In other words, everyone just wanted to forget it all.
"I-95?" Said the man, reaching for his drink.
"Courthouse." Replied the woman in a light southern accent. "I'm not looking to end it all yet. Surprised you made it out in something other than an ambulance."
"I didn't make it out in anything, they broke up the blockade with tanks. My car was either blown up or run over. Can't remember."
"Why did you even go there anyways? Road blocks always end with that kind of bullshit."
"It's exciting." He sighed, taking another sip. "I just... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
The woman looked at his face quizzically, in a manner that the man could best describe as "ridiculously cute for someone covered in bruises".
"Excitement? You gave up your car and risked your life for excitement?"
"Not like anything else is exciting."
"Don't you have any dreams? Surely your life isn't worth risking for some excitement."
The man's expression changed from somewhat depressed to very depressed, and he hung his head while he took a much larger sip from his drink.
"Yeah, ya' see the stars out there?"
Looking out of the window at the night sky, the woman replied, slightly confused by the question.
"Yeah, why?"
"The one that's in the center is twenty-one light years from here, it's called Gliese 581. First potentially habitable exoplanet humanity ever discovered orbits it."
Who is this guy? Thought the woman He memorized the location of a single star?
Before she could respond, the man continued.
"I've wanted to go there for as long as I've been alive. When this whole shitstorm started I was a teenager, decided that if I wasn't going to go to space, I might as well have some fun. Ever since then, I've just been looking for excitement." He gestures to the papers on the bar, then continued. "I found these after going home, they're from high school. Turns out the equations work out pretty well."
"What are they, anyways?"
"Alcubierre's warp field equations, I reworked them a bit. If they exist in eleven-dimension space, then you can figure out how to create negative mass using the answer."
She stared at the equations, she had a degree in mathematics, but they made no sense to her. She was pretty sure that at some point in them it was stated that 1+1=-1, what's worse was that it actually started to seem plausible if you looked at it long enough.
"How-"
Just after she had stared speaking, the door opened. A police officer walked in, wearing riot gear. The man put on an ill-fitting baseball cap that had faded words on it, accompanied by a slightly less faded chariot. The woman just turned her back to the officer, hiding her face as well as she possibly could. However, the man slowly moved his hand down towards his umbrella as his muscles tensed, getting ready to make a move.
darkwolf687 said
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Accepted, sorry it took me so long.
Apollo26 said
@key So ill just ignore that little power gaming moment because your the GM and it was for a purpose. You did get us both captured though
That's what humans do, they screw stuff up...
I really shouldn't be in the OOC after midnight, should I? Sleep deprivation does not assist one's sanity.
Apollo26 said
Lol just jumping in a shooting peeps in the head huh key? You know my guy was covering the door right, anyone running in would not have a good day. Ill roll with it but its just food for thought.
Humans don't care about you and your logic. They'll shoot anyone in the head with magic nanobot darts that I'll never even mention again whenever they want!
I haven't performed the traditional greeting of the Glorious GM Keyguy the First in quite some time. Since I've been gone for so long, now's a pretty good time...
Nouvelle, EU/Spetionian Conflict
Two fiery streaks lit up the sky, anyone watching would have assume that they were just meteors. However, as they began to slow down from the drag, a clear shape could be seen. They were some kind of aircraft, each white with a scorched underbelly that showed the wear and tear of multiple atmospheric entries. They glided down, towards the area where the Iscandarians and Septonians were fighting. Just before reaching it, light was bent around both of the craft as if through a lens. This odd effect was accompanied by the two shuttles slowing down, ending up hovering over the house where the Septonians and Iscandarians where having a standoff.
The underbellies of the aircraft opened, and twenty soldiers dropped down from each, along with two land vehicles that appeared to be light tanks. They slowly came towards the ground, apparently assisted by the same antigravity device the aircraft were using. The aircraft illuminated the area with floodlights, clearly identifying both the house and the Iscandarian forces. A large device on the front of both craft began to glow, it looked like some form of laser, but the configuration of the firing mechanism was odd. One of the tanks opened up it's top hatch, and a Terran man wearing a military uniform stuck his head out, speaking into a microphone. The recorded message was fed to the aircraft, which translated it to Iscandarian. The Nouvellians could understand it anyways, though it would sound odd to them. The Septonians, on the other hand, would only know that someone was yelling at them.
"All forces, stand down immediately! This world is protected by the United Terran Federation, and it's ruler has wished that no conflict occur here! Iscandarian forces, put down your weapons and inform your enemy of this message! Failure to comply will result in the use of force!”
Four Terrans entered the building, wearing exoskeleton frames that enhanced their strength. Such frames were used only by spec-ops forces, due to how fragile they were. The moment the saw the Septonians in the same room as the family, they instinctively assumed the worst. As if it came naturally, the four leapt straight over the Septonians, skimming the ceiling on their way. They landed in front of the family, each one perfectly in position to take a bullet for one of them. The man who appeared to be the leader took out his pistol and shot both of the Septonians in the head before they could react, but neither of the shots even pierced the skin. They were darts, but they definitely served a purpose.
A split second after the impact, both of the Septonians felt an incredible pain as the darts surgically drilled into their skull, releasing nanobots into their brains. After a mere second, they had effectively read their minds and deciphered their language. With the data sent to the translators inside of the soldiers' helmets, they could now speak to the aliens without needing to play a game of space charades while hoping nobody killed them.
"United Terran Federation, Spec-Ops. This ruler of this world has wished that no conflict occur, we will enforce that wish. If you surrender now, I won't have to hurt anyone."
Icarus, Ocean of Jul
The moment they stepped outside, most of the humans scrambled to get back in. One, however, stayed outside. He made an odd flicking motion with his hand, and he suddenly seemed unaffected by the storm. He walked normally on the deck, without a harness. His face didn't show the fear that the faces of the others had, in fact, he seemed calm, as if he were taking a literal walk in the park. He stood there, observing the action while being sure to stay out of the way of any operations. While he was unaffected by the storm, he would certainly be affected by being hit by a launching fighter.
Meanwhile, in the command room, the Diplomat nodded while the captain explained the battle plan.
"Interesting, a close-quarters battle involving carriers. For my people, this situation would be the result of a major tactical blunder. When a carrier is involved in one of our battles, the fleets will rarely even see each other. The battle ends up being decided purely by the aircraft. Say, how exactly do your cannons work? The word makes me think of gunpowder, but they could easily me railguns, coilguns, or even magic-based weapons." Realizing just how foolish he could have sounded in the last part, he awkwardly added on to his comment. "Those do actually exist, but you might already know that. From what we know, the species that uses them likes to get all tangled up in everyone else's business."
"Apparently for some sort of sick fun, too." Said another one of the Terrans in a spiteful tone "Those damn Iscandarians attacked before the ink was even dry on the treaty."
The Diplomat cringed when the other Terran mentioned the Iscandarians, they were only supposed to be mentioned after a formal meeting could be established, and he certainly had no intention of introducing them by talking about the invasion of Earth. Unfortunately, now the aliens could probably deduce why they were here: to gain allies against the Iscandarians. All he could do now was sit and hope that they'd never even heard of them.
Sol, Alien Dreadnought
Before Earth could respond, a fleet of about four hundred starships exited FTL behind the dreadnought. They bore clear battle damage, a few even leaking a blue substance that seemed to be plasma. A message was sent from the lead dreadnought of the fleet, apparently to Earth, but it could be heard by anyone who happened to fall in it's path.
"Admiral Dietmar, Terran Grand Fleet. Admiral Valeria was killed in action. We won the space battle, but we couldn't stop the invasion. We were getting ready to drop troops when those bastards took their entire fleet and turned it on their own planet, and they hadn't even gotten the civilians off yet. We sacrificed two hundred thousand people only to see them kill three million innocent people and an entire planet's ecosystem just because they refused to admit defeat. Using my authority as a fleet admiral, I have cut off all friendly relations with them."
Another message was sent back to the fleet, from the third planet of the system.
"That's... that's half as many as... surely there was hesitation!"
"None. They opened fire on their own people casually."
"Go to Mars for repairs. I'll order the constructed of new warships, as well as a fleet of bombardment vessels. The council will be petitioned to raise war taxes, and believe me, the entire galaxy will know about this."
The channel was cut off, and the fleet turned it's attention to the massive dreadnought. A quick scan showed traces of magical energy, and the entire fleet began to swarm around the ship, shields up and weapons online. If it was an Iscandarian vessel, they would be ready.
"This is Admiral Dietmard, United Terran Federation. Your systems show traces of magical energy, we have been tricked into complacency by others that use magic before. I will be personally boarding your vessel, if I'm right, and you are here to trick us, then you can die knowing that your people will soon be... enlightened by those whom they called inferior."
[REDACTED], Asteroid Belt, Sol System
"Do... do we really have to do this?"
The voice came from Dr. Akiko, one of the most respected (living) women in Terran science. Whether or not this was due to the name of her father was still in hot debate across the federation.
"Plasma weaponry is a simple technology, the Iscandarians probably already have it by now, along with a way to counter it." Said another scientist "Nothing could counter this."
"It's just... is it safe to do such a thing? To manipulate reality in such a way? The universe itself seems to be against the idea."
"What choice do we have?"
After a long silence, Dr. Akiko finally responded. Her back was turned to the other scientist, so as to hide the tears on her face.
"Begin construction of the prototype."
She looked at the portrait of her father on the wall, every Terran remembered him as a man born in the wrong time. The man that made it necessary for them to hide their greatest accomplishments for the greater good.
Father, I'm so sorry.
Two fiery streaks lit up the sky, anyone watching would have assume that they were just meteors. However, as they began to slow down from the drag, a clear shape could be seen. They were some kind of aircraft, each white with a scorched underbelly that showed the wear and tear of multiple atmospheric entries. They glided down, towards the area where the Iscandarians and Septonians were fighting. Just before reaching it, light was bent around both of the craft as if through a lens. This odd effect was accompanied by the two shuttles slowing down, ending up hovering over the house where the Septonians and Iscandarians where having a standoff.
The underbellies of the aircraft opened, and twenty soldiers dropped down from each, along with two land vehicles that appeared to be light tanks. They slowly came towards the ground, apparently assisted by the same antigravity device the aircraft were using. The aircraft illuminated the area with floodlights, clearly identifying both the house and the Iscandarian forces. A large device on the front of both craft began to glow, it looked like some form of laser, but the configuration of the firing mechanism was odd. One of the tanks opened up it's top hatch, and a Terran man wearing a military uniform stuck his head out, speaking into a microphone. The recorded message was fed to the aircraft, which translated it to Iscandarian. The Nouvellians could understand it anyways, though it would sound odd to them. The Septonians, on the other hand, would only know that someone was yelling at them.
"All forces, stand down immediately! This world is protected by the United Terran Federation, and it's ruler has wished that no conflict occur here! Iscandarian forces, put down your weapons and inform your enemy of this message! Failure to comply will result in the use of force!”
Four Terrans entered the building, wearing exoskeleton frames that enhanced their strength. Such frames were used only by spec-ops forces, due to how fragile they were. The moment the saw the Septonians in the same room as the family, they instinctively assumed the worst. As if it came naturally, the four leapt straight over the Septonians, skimming the ceiling on their way. They landed in front of the family, each one perfectly in position to take a bullet for one of them. The man who appeared to be the leader took out his pistol and shot both of the Septonians in the head before they could react, but neither of the shots even pierced the skin. They were darts, but they definitely served a purpose.
A split second after the impact, both of the Septonians felt an incredible pain as the darts surgically drilled into their skull, releasing nanobots into their brains. After a mere second, they had effectively read their minds and deciphered their language. With the data sent to the translators inside of the soldiers' helmets, they could now speak to the aliens without needing to play a game of space charades while hoping nobody killed them.
"United Terran Federation, Spec-Ops. This ruler of this world has wished that no conflict occur, we will enforce that wish. If you surrender now, I won't have to hurt anyone."
Icarus, Ocean of Jul
The moment they stepped outside, most of the humans scrambled to get back in. One, however, stayed outside. He made an odd flicking motion with his hand, and he suddenly seemed unaffected by the storm. He walked normally on the deck, without a harness. His face didn't show the fear that the faces of the others had, in fact, he seemed calm, as if he were taking a literal walk in the park. He stood there, observing the action while being sure to stay out of the way of any operations. While he was unaffected by the storm, he would certainly be affected by being hit by a launching fighter.
Meanwhile, in the command room, the Diplomat nodded while the captain explained the battle plan.
"Interesting, a close-quarters battle involving carriers. For my people, this situation would be the result of a major tactical blunder. When a carrier is involved in one of our battles, the fleets will rarely even see each other. The battle ends up being decided purely by the aircraft. Say, how exactly do your cannons work? The word makes me think of gunpowder, but they could easily me railguns, coilguns, or even magic-based weapons." Realizing just how foolish he could have sounded in the last part, he awkwardly added on to his comment. "Those do actually exist, but you might already know that. From what we know, the species that uses them likes to get all tangled up in everyone else's business."
"Apparently for some sort of sick fun, too." Said another one of the Terrans in a spiteful tone "Those damn Iscandarians attacked before the ink was even dry on the treaty."
The Diplomat cringed when the other Terran mentioned the Iscandarians, they were only supposed to be mentioned after a formal meeting could be established, and he certainly had no intention of introducing them by talking about the invasion of Earth. Unfortunately, now the aliens could probably deduce why they were here: to gain allies against the Iscandarians. All he could do now was sit and hope that they'd never even heard of them.
Sol, Alien Dreadnought
Before Earth could respond, a fleet of about four hundred starships exited FTL behind the dreadnought. They bore clear battle damage, a few even leaking a blue substance that seemed to be plasma. A message was sent from the lead dreadnought of the fleet, apparently to Earth, but it could be heard by anyone who happened to fall in it's path.
"Admiral Dietmar, Terran Grand Fleet. Admiral Valeria was killed in action. We won the space battle, but we couldn't stop the invasion. We were getting ready to drop troops when those bastards took their entire fleet and turned it on their own planet, and they hadn't even gotten the civilians off yet. We sacrificed two hundred thousand people only to see them kill three million innocent people and an entire planet's ecosystem just because they refused to admit defeat. Using my authority as a fleet admiral, I have cut off all friendly relations with them."
Another message was sent back to the fleet, from the third planet of the system.
"That's... that's half as many as... surely there was hesitation!"
"None. They opened fire on their own people casually."
"Go to Mars for repairs. I'll order the constructed of new warships, as well as a fleet of bombardment vessels. The council will be petitioned to raise war taxes, and believe me, the entire galaxy will know about this."
The channel was cut off, and the fleet turned it's attention to the massive dreadnought. A quick scan showed traces of magical energy, and the entire fleet began to swarm around the ship, shields up and weapons online. If it was an Iscandarian vessel, they would be ready.
"This is Admiral Dietmard, United Terran Federation. Your systems show traces of magical energy, we have been tricked into complacency by others that use magic before. I will be personally boarding your vessel, if I'm right, and you are here to trick us, then you can die knowing that your people will soon be... enlightened by those whom they called inferior."
[REDACTED], Asteroid Belt, Sol System
"Do... do we really have to do this?"
The voice came from Dr. Akiko, one of the most respected (living) women in Terran science. Whether or not this was due to the name of her father was still in hot debate across the federation.
"Plasma weaponry is a simple technology, the Iscandarians probably already have it by now, along with a way to counter it." Said another scientist "Nothing could counter this."
"It's just... is it safe to do such a thing? To manipulate reality in such a way? The universe itself seems to be against the idea."
"What choice do we have?"
After a long silence, Dr. Akiko finally responded. Her back was turned to the other scientist, so as to hide the tears on her face.
"Begin construction of the prototype."
She looked at the portrait of her father on the wall, every Terran remembered him as a man born in the wrong time. The man that made it necessary for them to hide their greatest accomplishments for the greater good.
Father, I'm so sorry.
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Ugh, can't a guy just make historical references without having to worry about the fact that the roleplay is dead?
duck55223 said
You only have one star/solar system correct Wilson?
Duck.
Duck no.
That's only allowed if you get consent from the other player. You can't just go around wiping out species. If you do do that without consent, then hammers will fall and as justification the humans will flip out and erase the Iscandarians from existence.
Isotope said
On that note, am I accepted or denied?
Accepted!
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