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> Hey Queen Raidne, > > Can I have some Draconians drop in? They might loot and pillage, though, or at least try to. > Sure! The whole point of the inns between worlds is to make more contact (preferrably friendly) happen. Though if you start a fight, there'll probably be mercenaries/bouncers of some form. Hmm... I think I'll have to have a few Abh discover these things. Mainly whichever one the Draconians go to pillage.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand here come the Code Geass references. There's gonna be a lot of those so long as Duck doesn't decide to change things up again.

**Outpost 12, Abh Fringe Space** _I'm not dead_ Baron Socal floated in the bridge of his warship (Artificial gravity systems are expensive), staring off into the void of space with disbelief. The engine ports of the squadron that had saved him were visible on the viewscreen, their blue glow was almost soothing to him. _I'M NOT DEAD!_ He closed his eyes and folded up into the fetal position, lightly bounding off of the wall and being propelled into the air, where he lay motionless. He'd never actually fought before, but he knew the markings on the enemy ship, and he knew them damn well. He'd just won a battle against the ship that took away his parents at the Battle of Midway, then his sister at the Battle of Lakfakalle. He might have lost the last of the family's territory, but it was still one of the best days of his life. He could hear the crew chanting, faintly, as he had been somewhat disconnected from it all by the excitement. "Socal" was all they said for what felt like an eternity, yet the Baron knew he wasn't the one they should be praising. Whoever had commanded that squadron on the viewscreen had saved their lives. He was still floating with his eyes closed, but another image appeared on the viewscreen. It was a long-haired man wearing a headband that identified him as a member of the Kyūsei house. "Imperial Princess Laidach Na'brel requests that a meeting take place on your vessel, she also apologized for not being able to make this request in person and hopes that you do not take it as an insult." _The princess?_ Though the Baron, his mouth dropping open in surprise. _The Imperial Princess saved me?_ Baron Socal left the fetal position, pushing off from the ceiling to get into view of the bridge's camera. He floated down to the platform that protruded from the highest floor of the bridge, as he didn't want to appear disrespectful by responding without being in the proper location. "Of course, we understand fully. I do hope that nothing interrupts this meeting, it will be an honor to offer my thanks." "It will be an honor to receive them. Gurōī a Mei!" "Gurōī a Mei!" The viewscreen switched back to showing the aft exhaust ports of the destroyer squadron, and the crew fell silent. The Baron turned to them, a smile on his face. "You know Socal law. Unless you want to end up in the brig, I'd suggest that you follow it." He said to his crew, who immediately began to chant. This time though, it was "Na'brel!" they were chanting. **Bridge of the Baguyoka, Outpost 12** "They responded! They actually responded!" Explained the Deca-Commander, a smile almost glowing on her face. "Send an audio-visual dictionary! This is the first time an Abh has actually heard the voice of an alien! Record another response to go with the dictionary, start right now!" "Recording, Deca-Commander." "You honor us with your response! Enclosed in this message is a dictionary that a computer system using binary coding should be able to scan, assuming you have some kind of translation system, you should be able to hear or read what I'm saying. My vessel has no such system, you will need to translate any message to us before you send it."

> Just kidding. Draconians are kinda like that- "Woah! You're WAY too violent for your own good!" Meanwhile, they're slaughtering some smaller, primitive sentient nation for saying no to their expansion on their planet. Too bad this isn't the other RP, because the humans would justice-slap you and force you to draw a picture about what you did and explain why it was wrong. Before going off to invade some primitive planet to "stop a war". Which they do by annexing the entire planet.

> I'm going to have to agree with duck. It wasn't too long ago that you only had a single, unfinished FTL-capable ship. Suddenly, at New Condia, that number jumped to 600 with less than a third of the industrial power of the Valkians- and now it's 2000. I thought we were going with more realistic numbers here- and yet in the time it takes the Valkians, with a dozen well established planets and dozens of asteroid shipyards, to manufacture one batch of ships, you've manufactured three or four batches three or four times larger than my own? > > Because in that case,I should be able to have a fleet comparable to anyone else. I do, I think, have a much better industrial setup than everyone else. I say that because all my planets are being mined, with factories on them, with numerous stations in orbit, and with dozens of asteroids that will have even more resources, also being mined. I have, logically, the best footing in industry and production- and yet the Terrans, crafted and written to be inherently smaller and weaker from the get-go, has had fleets that far surpasses anything I could currently summon, even if I were producing cheap weak ships- which I kinda am. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Note to self: Read yer' damn posts. I'll go fix that.

> I'm lazy and I have four math assignments, two english assignments, a chemistry assignment, and a minecraft fort due. Pfft, I should be studying. I'm typing this IN MY MATH CLASS. Roleplaying is always more important than anything else, ever. Always remember that.

**Icarus** The Diplomat was completely silent for the first half of the trip, his eyes glazed over. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. "I have suggested the evacuation of Sol. If you are at war with the Iscandarians, then we'll need to help you. I don't know about your military power, but the Iscandarians have the largest fleet we have encountered so far." **Sol, Jupiter Station** Interstellar transports encircled the space station like the gravity rings of a civilian ship, waiting to take the chosen few to the colonies along with more population bombs. Amazingly, nobody seemed to be protesting, they had all pledged to fight for their homes. The military had said that they had a plan to stop the Iscandarian superweapon, and they did, but it wasn't the best. Nevertheless, military vessels streamed in from the colonies, built with the hope that they might be able to overwhelm the Iscandarians with sheer numbers. Civilian ships lined up with the military vessels, armed with railguns built for splitting apart asteroids and modified tractor lasers. A few even had missiles, mostly conventional explosives, but some of the ships from the District had multiple nuclear ICBMs haphazardly strapped to their sides. It was amazing that the same people who had been scrambling to leave a few weeks ago were now lining up to fight, maybe they had found their courage, or maybe they decided there was nothing left to live for. All in all, there were one thousand military vessels, the largest fleet yet assembled. The fleet wouldn't last long though, as such a massive fleet simply couldn't be maintained for any extended period of time by a nation like the Federation. All of the extra warships were like disposable cameras: meant to be thrown away after use. Still, every single one of them bore a hand-painted symbol on their hull, the symbol of the Terran Military. It seemed that the Terrans were nothing if not dedicated. A message was transmitted across the system using sublight radio, though it was not encrypted. The Sazkarjhit station would almost certainly pick it up, but the Terrans didn't seem to care, it was almost as if they wanted them to hear. "This is Kai Vivian, High Admiral of the Federal Star Forces. The Council has seceded control of all Federation matters to me, as of today, I have complete control over this nation. I know that these are hard times, and I know that you're all afraid. Things look bad, the Iscandarians are threatening to wipe us all out, and they most certainly can. But there's something my father said: 'If a Terran believes they can, they will'. We can survive this! We can defeat the Iscandarians! We have to redeem ourselves for what happened all those decades ago in the Third World War, and this is our chance! If we don't fight them, what will we tell our children? That we gave up and let them terrorize the galaxy? I will fight even if I am the only Terran left, I don't know what your choice will be, but I implore you to stand with me. If there is one thing I know for sure, it's that nobody deserves to live out their lives in fear!" **2019, Prefecture 24, The District** The Woman awoke to the beeping of a heart monitor, all she could see was a clinical white ceiling illuminated by a standing lamp that blinded her relaxed eyes. Not able to feel her legs, she tried to look down at them, then thought better of it and laid her head back on the pillow. She had no idea what had happened, but she certainly didn't want the first thing she saw after waking up to be two stubs where her legs used to be. "Wh-where am I?" She asked instead, closing her eyes to block out the light. "Oh thank god!" Said a voice that she seemed to recognize, but she couldn't quite place it. "You're in Missouri, we couldn't take to a hospital, cover and all." "You mean this isn't a hospital?" She said, clearly confused. "Not a registered one, didn't you get that whole Missouri bit?" Responded the voice, which she had confirmed was definitely male after much deliberation. Blaming her mental disorientation on medicine, she continued. "How did you get hospital equipment then? You need all kinds of permits to get your hands on that stuff, and the illegal stuff is always half broken. What even happened to me?" "Hey, look, I really can't explain everything. There's something kind of important happening, and I really can't be missing it. It's been a week or so, okay? Is that good enough?" "I'm not inclined to lay here without knowing at least why I'm hooked up to a fucking heart monitor!" She yelled, still keeping her eyes closed for fear of seeing the actual extent of her injuries. "Look, you got shot when the National Guard tried to disperse the protest you were a part of. We found you lying on the ground, in critical condition. We managed to keep you alive for the two hours it took to get you here, then put you here. This is the first time you've waken up, we kept you out in case the pain was still there." "Why was I out for a week from a bullet?" "It wasn't a bullet." "Yeah, no. The National Guard did _not _use explosives on peaceful protesters." "They... I... it's a long story, okay? What matters right now is that you've fully recovered physically, we were just waiting for you to wake up. We've got arms and armor waiting for you, if you're willing to help." _Well at least that means I've still got legs._ She thought, before speaking "You're trying to recruit a woman who was just in a peaceful protest to fight? For all you know I'll report you." "You won't I know that. Look, let me show you what we're fighting for, then you can make the choice. Please, just give us a chance." After a pause, she shifted her weight, getting up out of the bed. "I'll do that much." She said, opening her eyes. "Wait, are you-?" "Call me Kaguya." He said, throwing a badge to her. It was circular, a smaller circle inside was white, followed by a band of green, then a red crescent. "About those equations earlier, were you actually right about them, or were you lying about solving them?" "Let's just say you'll find out soon enough."

Just play over and over again until you get it. Watching youtube videos also helps (Quill18 has a tutorial video)

Ever heard of Google picture war? Because this forum needs completely random ways to waste time while waiting for the other guy to respond to your post. Besides, I miss these ridiculous threads. Why in spam? Because this really shouldn't be anywhere else, that's why. In case you've never seen one of these before, I'll go over the rules for you: -You respond to the above picture with a picture that "beats" it. For example: crowbar to headcrab, baseball bat to baseball, duct tape to broken anything, etc.) -Follow Guild rules (Duh) -Only use pictures from a Google search. I'll start: 

Why not? September Third