Keyguyperson

From Stardust, To Stardust

Fuck it, go antimatter!

@rextremendum

"And that, my son, is why there isn't any other half of the planet"

From Stardust, to Stardust: Tales of Andromeda, a Sci-Fi Fantasy RP

I think I have a post in the works.... yup. KeyGuy, y u no send Drac anytin? Also, for the sake of exercising a possibly plotline and proof of Draconians not being honorable warring assholes this time, have a woman meet them, whether part of the welcome wagon or as the head of it. I say this because I made Draconian women really rare, and really dangerous- which means that if there's a woman talking casually with everyone else, it's like saying Yeah, we're all so powerful, we can talk to a woman like we talk to each other. That or Yeah, she's our leader... no one's slit her throat, we all love being under her rule, Which no Draconian has ever said, except a few.

@WilsonTurner

You want a woman to meet the Draconians? Well then, hope they're ready. This woman's more dangerous than the one's they're used to.

From Stardust, To Stardust

Ah sorry Monkey - I didn't realize you at least had a soft science explanation. I only read his summary, because I am a lazy asshat who hates to do research.

@rextremendum

Dammit. You apologize right after I write a really cheesy and embarrassing rousing speech calling us all to battle to fight off the evil hard sci-fi oppressor. I even fit a few jokes about Texas having terrible schools in there.

Ah sorry Monkey - I didn't realize you at least had a soft science explanation. I only read his summary, because I am a lazy asshat who hates to do research.

@rextremendum

Fair enough. Thank your for the apology and civility! Duck, every conflict I saw was you decimating enemies. Just what I saw. Anyway, hopefully the bronianempire will do a better job! Not being smack dab in the middle of the Rp plot will be good for you!

@Monkeypants

Don't expect much. Duck (And me before I decided to stop doing it, like, on Monday of this week) just loves to specify how many ships he brings to a fight, but never how many make it out. It's easier to avoid ever losing any ships ever that way. (In my defense, I did specify losses after New Condria, but that was a giant engagement and I needed to specify just how many thousands of people died in vain.)

From Stardust, To Stardust

For every planet the R.Z.E colonize, a new one is made to defend it. These massive ships are 27,000 meters long, they have advanced state of the art heavy shielding and thick heavy armor. Their armed with a massive main gun that fires a 45 meter in diameter, 70 meter long rounds at 20% the speed of light, as well as 20 forward facing cannons that all fire a 20 meter in diameter, 40 meter long rounds at 10% the speed of light. 20,000 missile pods, 50,000 600mm point defense turrets, 6,000 rotating cannons (3,000 on each side of the ship) that fire 7 meter in diameter, 13 meter long rounds at 6% the speed of light

@ASTA

7 by 13 meter rounds? Let's assume that humans are all 2 meters high because fuck it I don't have time to do math with those weird misplaced periods (Seriously, those go at the end of sentences, not in-between numbers. God). If we assume this, then these rounds are 3 (Plus numbers behind one of those misplaced period things) people wide and 6 (Plus numbers behind one of those misplaced period things) people long. If we assume that a standard story is three meters high, we find that these rounds are 2 (Plus numbers behind one of those misplaced period things) stories wide and 4 (Plus numbers behind one of those misplaced period things) stories high. In other words, that's fucking ridiculous. I mean, I've made mistakes, but I never had a ship 27 kilometers long with 6,000 cannons that could each destroy a planet. I mean, I did have a FRIGATE that had eight or so cannons that could do that, so that's almost as bad, but I took my retcon hammer our and beat it to death.

From Stardust, To Stardust

Alas Prime

"Very well then." Came the Terran response. "Your world dies." The Terran battleships opened fire on the Iscandarian vessels, the chaos in their ranks allowing the Terrans to absolutely decimate any resistance. Bombardment vessels moved into their positions, firing on any Iscandarian ships that got in their way. As they each reached their designated position, they transmitted a ready signal to the flagship, which itself had moved into a position over the largest remaining city of Alas Prime. The flagship sent a message to all of the bombardment vessels. "Charge railguns!" After a few moments, the responses from the bombardment ships came back. It was perfectly uniform for each and every one of them, like they had rehearsed it dozens of times before. In fact, they had. The truth was, the fleet was never going to spare Alas Prime, "Railguns charged!" Another message was sent out from the flagship, and it recieved a response just as uniform. "Extend missiles." Every one of the bombardment ships launched off four parts of its hull, one on each side of the giant cigar-shaped masses. Out of each of them, a single missile extended, far larger than any kind of missile used in space or land combat.. "Missiles extended, awaiting command." "Hold fire. Set reactor output to maximum value and beam power to my vessel." The bombardment ships followed her orders, bombarding the flagship's energy receiver with lasers. All of the collected power went to the massive vessel's spinal weapon, which began to glow far brighter than it ever had before. Once it seemed like it was as bright as the sun itself, the beaming of power to the flagship abruptly sopped. There was a brief moment that felt like eternity in which nothing happened. Then it fired. A giant blue beam shot out of the flagship's bow, expanding to reach a size exponentially larger than the ship that fired it the moment it came out of the firing chamber. It shot towards the planet, completely unimpeded by the atmosphere. It entirely destroyed the city below, tearing apart the very particles it was made of. Anything even marginally near the city went too, cleanly destroyed by the beam. But the destruction didn't stop there. The beam continued into the planet, puncturing the crust in under a second and tearing its way through the mantle. Getting through the outer core just as quickly as it had breached the mantle, it finally reached its intended target: the inner core of Alas Prime. In a single instant, the inner core was destroyed, and the beam suddenly dissipated, having run out of energy. The planet, having lost its core, "tried" to fill it in with the liquid from the outer core, which in turn caused the mantle to destabilize and the crust to be absolutely devastated. Earthquakes worse than anyone could have previously imagined ravaged the surface as pseudo-mountains formed and fell apart in seconds. Anything ever built on the planet was torn apart and ground up in the horrifying cataclysm, and waves containing enough water to fill a small ocean stormed across the planet. By the time the disaster was over, Alas Prime was a dead world, not a single plant nor animal still alive. The only evidence that Iscandarian civilization had ever existed was the fact that such a terrifying armageddon had occurred. A message was sent out from the flagship to all other Iscandarian planets, ships, and station in the system. The voice in the message was quiet and emotionless, almost detached somehow. "Surrender or resist. Choosing the latter is sentencing your people to extinction. Choose wisely."

Sol System

How the hell do a bunch of fucking horses build goddamned starships? What kind of idiot names someone "Twilight Sparkle? Why the fuck is that name even in English? Could they be-? No, the Iscandarians are a load of retarded shitheaded bastards, but they're not that stupid. Nobody has a brain fucked up enough to make spies naturally speak the same language as the people they're spying on. Wait, are those things humans? What the fuck? I knew that the humanoid form was common, but really? How the hell do the goddamned Vulcans end up actually existing? Oh, wait, now they're talking about how they reject emotion. Are these horses some kind of sufficiently advanced alien species playing a prank on us? HIS NAME IS POCK. HIS NAME IS LITERALLY POCK. ALIENS. STEAL. CABLE." Thought the human diplomat, quickly scanning the room for any reactions that might indicate he slipped up and said it out loud. Jesus Christ, if I say some shit like that during negotiations I'll be fired for sure. Having forgot to do so, he hastily bowed to the new aliens. "Welcome to Jupiter Stations!" He said, almost too cheerfully. "I am Ambassador Lorens Gustaf, representing the United Terran Federation. If it's not against your culture or anything, we'd like to request that you surrender your weapons while on this station. The last nation that said they wanted peace threatened genocide against us. That same nation just attacked us here, their ships are the source of the debris field." He could have mentioned that the weapons they used to create that debris field mysteriously disappeared after being fired, he instead chose to let them think that Terran ships were just that good. He didn't want a repeat of the First Battle of Earth. "This station is basically a city, so you'll be clearly visible the moment we leave this specific facility. If you want to do anything to make you feel safer out there, do it now. I managed to get us a reservation at a popular restaurant here, as well as a meeting with some other representatives there. We'll obviously need your physiology to properly serve you any kind of food, so you'll have to either submit to a short scan or give us all of the data. If you someh-... happen to not know the compounds you can digest and those you cannot, and refuse to be scanned, we can't feed you anything. General protocol." That could have gone way worse.

Taoshe

As the Aradites spoke about the past war, the Terrans were visibly uncomfortable. It was clear that they had a distinct aversion to war, despite coming in a giant warship meant for planetary invasions. Even so, not a one said anything about it, not wanting to offend anyone. They knew that the odd love of war the Aradites had was a part of their culture, and that their own aversion of the same was a part of their own culture. Voicing their discomfort would make the Aradites feel the same way they were feeling, and then they'd both be uncomfortable. In other words: They knew when to keep their mouths shut. When Velka pressed the holographic buttons, the Terrans looked on in great interest. They lacked tactile holograms, and the stupid looks on their faces made that fact obvious to anyone that could read the expression. The moment they saw the city, however, that stupid look was replaced with an even stupider one. They were absolutely dumbfounded by the city, not entirely by the buildings, but by the giant underground chamber. They couldn't imagine how hard it must have been to hollow it out, not to mention keep it supported. The Terrans all thought there was an antigravity system keeping the "ceiling" of the chamber from falling. Once they all reached the room, the Terrans were clearly interested in the relics on display. They observed them from a distance, all of them speculating on the importance of the objects. They took some kind of pleasure in that- speculating on the cultures of other species. Luckily for them, that odd trait made them look quite respectful (not always in the professional way, obviously) of alien cultures. Hearing the major speak to Velka, the Terran diplomat felt an urge to voice his speculations on their reasons, but he knew he really shouldn't be voicing his speculations on their culture. Even so, he decided to join in, as he himself wanted to know, and getting it right would make him look good. "I was wondering that was well. While it obviously acts an an effective deterrent against orbital bombardment, I doubt this underground chamber was built when that was a major problem. The aesthetic is quite different, perhaps you didn't want to lose the historic beauty of the capital?"

TSS Kaku, Ahmun Sul Space

The Kaku would have seemed ridiculously extravagant to any military officer. Being a long-range science vessel, the Kaku was designed to keep its crew is peak mental and physical health, as well as providing the maximum amount of comfort possible in such a small vessel. The entire inner hangar had been converted into an atrium, with the former hanger doors being replaced with a plasma window that allowed anyone inside to look out into space. The usual hallways that ran the length of the ship had been equipped with a ski tow-like transport system that made moving around inside the microgravity environment require far less precision. The crew quarters were all completely overhauled. Since the fighter maintenance systems were no longer needed in the turret compartments, there was more room that could be used for crew quarters. Instead of making the rooms larger, every room had been equipped with a centrifuge that generated artificial gravity inside of it. As a result, the crew quarters had to become significantly larger, and the crew complement of the ship was cut in half. Since half of the crew of the original ship were fighter pilots, this worked out quite well. The Captain's quarters were situated in what was once a secondary turret compartment, the turret having been removed to make room for it. The normal centrifuge section was there, but outside the centrifuge, there was a microgravity lounge that looked out into space. It was here that the captain (A Discrict-Dweller university student named Hugh) was floating, looking out at the dull grey glow that could be seen out of every window while the ship was at warp. At such high speeds, the wavelength of all light shifted, making background radiation become visible light and visible light become X-ray radiation. This effect (when combined with the extensive shielding of the craft) caused the dull grey light that everyone on the ship now saw. It was a disorienting sight for most, especially those in the atrium, as it made them feel as if the ship were the only thing in the universe. A quite beeping notified Hugh of an incoming message on the comm panel in the lounge, which he flew over to using a small air jet he had strapped to his arm. Grabbing a hold of the rail "above" the comm panel, he swung himself around to a small platform with another rail on it (which he placed his feet under, holding onto it so as not to float away). He pressed the "answer" button on the panel, which lightly pushed him away. As he corrected the slight movement with his feet, the face of Rin Tomiko appeared on the screen. "Hugh, I know this isn't your shift, but the Captain ought to be the one to make this decision." She said, the sound of multiple crewmembers talking behind her being broadcast as well. "What is it, Rin?" Asked Hugh, grabbing onto two rail son either side of the comm panel to relieve some of the effort from his legs. "You guys find something?" "Yeah, last time we dropped out of warp to take some scans, our sensor suites picked up abnormal numbers of radio transmissions. You were asleep then, and we didn't want to disturb you unless we confirmed the artificiality of the signals. They're heavily degraded, but I think we just found the Wall Street Journal of space." "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said. The transmissions are mostly stock market data, and reference innumerable species. This whole time we thought we were making a name for ourselves in the galaxy, it turns out we were just sitting on a lily pad in the middle of a giant lake. There's bound to be some data we can get there, provided we have the dough." "Meaning?" "This galactic community they have going on is extremely capitalistic, it's like America before the war, but with more ads." "That's a lot of ads, then." Said Hugh, remembering his father's stories. "Either way, there's a chance we can get some data there, and the crew is getting sick of the whole 'It's either night, or the sky is grey' thing. They could use some shore leave." "Yeah, but what could we possibly sell them?" "Aside from fuel and ammunition? I don't know. The reports we got suggested that at some point they paid money for information on foreign civilizations, but that could have just been a market trend that passed. You know how true free markets work, always fluctuating." "Just how far away is this system?" "Our next dropout point comes up in a few minutes, from there, the system is just an hour away." "Punch it into the autopilot, I'll be on the bridge shortly." "Understood, shall I bring the ship to yellow alert?" "Yes, we don't want to drop into a war without shields up." "Aye aye, Captain!" She said jokingly. Hugh had made it a general order to not call him by his technical rank, and Rin knew that being addressed by it got on his nerves. He rolled his eyes, an action of fake frustration that was betrayed by his smile. Cutting off the video feed, he floated back up to his main quarters and began his journey to the bridge.

Sevren System, Ahman Sul Space

While the many ships in the system went about their business, an odd anomaly appeared. It took the form of a gravitational lens, and flitted about the system at FTL speeds as if looking for something. Nothing could catch up with it due to its speed, and every scan turned back no useful data, no matter how advanced the system. After two hours of causing problems for police call centers, it finally began to slow. Once it reached the orbital velocity of Sevren IV, it moved closer to the planet, and its gravitational lens suddenly disappeared. A giant blast of radiation erupted from its aft section, and a fountain of relativistic particles soon followed. Had any ship been in its way, it would have been anhilliated. Luckily, whoever was piloting the odd craft had taken the time to wait for an opening. With the gravitational lens effect gone, the craft could be seen clearly. It was a large ship, but not Dreadnought-sized. Sensor dishes lined its hull, with the only weapon in sight being a circular opening on its bow. Given that just above that opening there was a shield of some kind that stood between a giant room full of plants and the vacuum of space, it didn't look like the ship was meant to use it that often. Assuming that they had a translation device, the ship sent a message to the port authority of the station "Proephus Origin". Despite the design having never seen before by anyone in the system, it seemed to know its way around. "This is the Terran Science Vessel Kaku, requesting docking permission. We meet Terran Military safety standards, utilize antimatter and chemical rocket propulsion, and we are equipped with a standard negative-mass ringed Alcubierre drive. Weapons systems include one shackled Tachyon lance, eight dual-barrel ship-to ship tri-mode magnetic accelerator cannons, and a complement of two scout drones. The cannons can fire raw tungsten shells, which hold concentrated space-to-ground damage capability, plasma-coated tungsten rounds, and pure plasma bolts. Our vessel is protected by a projected plasma shield capable of being utilized as a short-range weapon, which will remain inactive as long as we are docked. The atmosphere aboard our spacecraft is 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, 1% argon, an insignificant amount of carbon dioxide, and water vapor. We breath oxygen and output carbon dioxide as a waste product of our respiration. Our vessel hails from the planet Terra, in the Sol system. We are here on a scientific venture related to the implementation of our knowledge of theoretical physics. We are carrying no cargo aside from provisions, though we do have a number of plants onboard. We utilize nanobots in a multitude of systems, and all of us carry them to assist our immune system. Though it is almost entirely impossible that they will affect any non-Terran species, it is possible that we are carrying both viruses and bacteria on our vessel. Due to overuse of medical products, these bacteria will likely be resistant to any chemical-based treatment. If there is a problem with anything we have stated, or if you require more information, just let us know and we will deal with the problem to the best of our ability. Kaku out."

From Stardust, To Stardust

Just remember nak, always make nations with story potential rather than being strongest and best. Take ducks iscandarians. Hardly any potential other than being biggest and most powerful. So other than an antagonist, there really wasn't much to do with them. (and I was right as every story involved the iscandarians fighting people) I mean, that goes for all including myself but i just figure its a good thing to voice!

@Monkeypants

EXACTLY. THIS. THISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHIS. If I wanted you to make strong nations, this would be in the Arena section.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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From Stardust, to Stardust: Tales of Andromeda, a Sci-Fi Fantasy RP

Outpost 12, Common Deck of the Honōnoransu

When the alien spoke about their past contacts, Laidach's mouth dropped open. The way they spoke of their history... perhaps their enemy represented the galactic norm. Unlike most speculation, this idea stuck with her, which she took to be a sign of its accuracy. After all, it was said that the small part of the Goddess Abh that remained in all of her children sometimes allowed them higher knowledge. Perhaps she was trying to tell her something. "It is good that we met now and not earlier. Before the founding of our empire, a first contact would have devastated our species. Now, however, we need not fear that. If you wish, we can move to a meeting room, but we can also stay here on the Common Deck. Since we just won a battle, the crews are celebrating." The young man started to speak, so soon after Laidach that it was almost as if he cut her off. However, she showed no displeasure at the action at all, so it was likely that she was done speaking already. "Being the highest ranking officer, I will be performing the victory ceremony after the crews finish celebrating. If we go to the meeting room, we'll all have to leave for the ceremony. For an Abh to not go to it would be disrespectful to those who died in the battle. Since you never opened fire, and don't follow our customs, being absent would be perfectly fine. However, it would be a great honor to us and the dead if you would attend."

Deep Space

The Abh crew listened intently to the message, amazed that the aliens were able to send a message in their own language so well. The Captain in particular was scrutinizing every detail, trying to figure out the alien's knowledge and capabilities. It was clear that they did not know too much about the Abh, as they were asking for atmospheric specifications. However, the fact that they knew they both breathed oxygen made it clear that they had scanned the atmosphere of the colony, and that they had determined that it wasn't their homeworld. Luckily, since they didn't know the natural atmosphere that the Abh breathed, they probably hadn't found Shōrino'ba. Of great interest to the Captain was the fact that they found the Abh arrival early. Normally, the Abh would assume this indicated a lack of FTL technology, but they obviously had such technology. Apparently, their FTL wasn't instantaneous (from an outside perspective, that is). For whatever reason, a thought immediately popped into the Captain's head. Give them the drive. It made no sense for him to think that, and he knew it. For all they knew, these aliens were looking to trade. In that case, giving away such a valuable technology would be possibly one of the worst decisions. Thinking it was just him being impulsive, the Captain began to formulate a response in his head, but the thought of giving the aliens the FTL drive stuck in his head as if it had been permanently ingrained in his brain. For whatever reason, something inside him kept telling him it was the right thing to do. For a brief moment, he considered the idea that the aliens were telepathic, an idea that he tried to dismiss as outlandish. However, the report from the frontlines of the war had said that their enemy had some sort of mind control power. Paranoia gripped his mind as the wondered if anything he would see on the alien ship was real, if it was perhaps an illusion created by the enemy. After a few moments of intensely scrutinizing the situation, he decided that such a situation was highly unlikely. The enemy clearly had instantaneous FTL, and capturing an insignificant starship would gain them little knowledge about the Abh other than old reports and public documents that floated around planetary computer networks. It made no sense for the enemy to devise such an elaborate ruse. Reassured that the aliens were really a new and friendly species, he signaled with his right hand for the communications officer to send a response. The nod he got back confirmed that the message was being recorded by the bridge's speakers, and everyone fell as silent as possible in order to avoid saying anything that might be offensive to the aliens. "It is an honor to meet you Admiral." He began, starting to pace slowly around the bridge. "I am Captain Ator Kyūsei of the warship Rippaisei. My communications officer will forward our atmospheric requirements shortly, the air pressure is of minimal concern, mind you. You are correct in your observation that we both breath oxygen, our scans of enemy vessels seem to indicate that oxygen breathers are quite common. I apologize if we startled you with our arrival, our FTL reaches its destination instantaneously and we were unaware that non-instantaneous FTL was used."

Kibō-hosh, Ground Battle

"Paranoia is such a common response to situations because the paranoid are the ones that survive. If you expect a knife in your back, when the blow finally comes, you will evade it." -Taiyō Kyūsei, ancient Abh strategist When the Romans opened fire on the buildings, the Abh soldiers leapt off of them, falling right on top of the Roman troop columns in the streets. Being on the fifth floor of the buildings, they could take the fall easily thanks to the low gravity of the planet. They fired all the way down, shredding the Roman troops as they fell from above. When they landed, they continued to use the planet's gravity to their advantage, jumping multiple times higher than the Romans could and shooting them while still in midair. It was a brave, some would say insane, act. It seemed to depend on something more. As fate would have it, it did. The civilians in the buildings took up their own arms, which had been hidden away behind the barricades. They spread out across the many floors of the buildings, firing down on the Romans. The two groups formed a formidable force, which bit down hard into the Roman infantry and armor in the streets. In the city center, the Abh military continued to hold off the Romans. They had a major advantage from the Roman doctrine of "throw men at it until it dies". While it would have been quite effective in an open area, the Abh city center had been well fortified and was only accessible through the streets in which the Romans were being slaughtered. In the planetary theater as a whole, Abh victory was all but assured. A doctrine of overwhelming numbers only works if your total force outnumbers the enemy, which can never be true in a planetary invasion. The drop pods of the Roman marines were fired upon by the AA guns while they slowed their descent, which took out a non-trivial number of them before they even hit the ground. Those that reached the ground found that while the tanks were easy to take, the infantry were significantly harder. Their mobility and numbers afforded them an advantage over the marines in groups, with small squads of infantry splitting off from the main defense line to take care of the dropping marines. More anti-infantry tanks moved up, with the Roman armor being decimated, they could focus more on the infantry. The new plasma throwers added to the line made the Guardsmen drop faster than flies. They were being killed just as quickly as they reinforced, with the Abh machine gun emplacements in the trenches making short work of anyone that dared to come out of cover. Those that in cover were taken care of by railguns, which shot straight through any cover they could find.

Kibō-hosh, Air Battle

The Carrier's antigravity systems were decimated by the blast, along with the control circuits for the engines. It plummeted towards the ground as red mist rose from it, constantly flying upward just as fast as the ship fell. Its engines continued to burn, pushing it straight into multiple blocks of skyscrapers involved in the resistance against the Roman invasion. The Romans and Abh alike looked on in horror as the giant hulk fell towards them, crashing through skyscrapers on its way. Multiple Roman columns were absolutely anhilliated by the ship, and the skyscrapers that fell as a result of the impact did even more damage, causing the entire area around the impact to become nothing more than a twisted pile of steel and concrete. However, the destruction was not yet over. A few moments after the initial destruction, the carrier's explosive ammunition exploded all at once, devastating the area further and sending shrapnel into other Roman columns and Abh resistance fighters. With the Roman Knightmares down, the Abh air forces focused all of their fire on the incoming fighters and bombers. AA guns from the Abh airships shredded the oncoming fighters in droves, intent on making the Romans learn that one does not bring small craft squadrons to bear against an Abh air fleet.

Kibō-hosh, Kitoshi Spaceport

The Roman rounds came down into the night sky of the city, smashing into the Abh military bases and taking out all the surrounding civilian buildings. The spaceport itself shook as rounds landed on it, the Romans not knowing that it wasn't a designated military base. Chaos erupted in the building, with dozens of passengers and soldiers rushing to get out before their section got it. In the middle of all this chaos, five shots of a pistol rang out, broadcast all over the section using the PA system. A woman holding a smoking coilgun stepped into an opening that used to be a window, a microphone clipped to her HUD headset. She wore a uniform similar to that of a Spaceborne Navy Captain, but with the normal white becoming a sharp black and the rank patch replaced with an image of the Demigod Emirra holding her signature holy katana (Which glowed blue in accordance with the myths, which said that it contained the power of Ningen himself). Everyone stopped to look at her, as if seeking guidance from her. "Alright, you fuckers!" She yelled, making it clear with her tone and word choice that she didn't plan to be calm in any sense of the word. "There's only one way out of this damn building, and it's on our ships! If you're willing to run the goddamned blockade those alien demons have set up, then get your asses over to the starship bays! If you're not there in ten minutes or whenever an alien round blows up this section- whichever comes first -then your life's in Urania's hands!" The chaos began again, with everyone now rushing for the starship bays. As she ran towards her ship, the woman called up her collaborators. "Ciaca, there's way too many people here! How the hell do you expect us to get them all a place on the ship?!" Yelled a voice through her headset, making her cringe slightly. "First come, first serve you idiot! The better they are, the better our chances of braking that blockade! Have as many people as possible on our destroyer by the time I get there or else I slash your pay!" "Y-yes Ma'am!" "My name is Ciaca and I expect to be addressed by it!" "Understood ma- Ciaca!" Ten minutes later, to the second The hum of antigravity systems filled the ears of everyone on the block as ten starships rose from the spaceport. Nine were freighters, hastily modded with military grade weaponry. One of them was a destroyer, and the absence of any military markings made it clear to everyone that it was the Burakkusutā. It broadcast a message across the entire planet, one that anyone inside the atmosphere and with a radio would be able to hear. "Keep fighting, people of Kibō-hosh! Help is coming, and mark my words, we will drive back the invaders before the end of this week!"

Kibō-hosh, Orbit

Ten starships came up from the ground, glinting in the sunlight as they came into the daylight side of the planet. Nine of them were clearly visible, but the tenth had its space-time bubble generator active. There wasn't enough power put into it to elevate the ship to the fifth dimension, but there was enough to mask it from radar. It flew through space undetected, maintaining radio silence with the other ships. Everyone knew their part to play and they were prepared to play it was well as a professional actor. Passive scans of the system alerted the Abh to the Draconian presence, which made their job significantly easier. The engines of the tenth ship suddenly opened up at full burn, rocketing it into the Roman blockade at multiple gs of acceleration. The sheer speed of the craft made it nearly impossible to target, and the space-time bubble made missile locks absolutely out of the question. The nine other ships came right after it at similar speeds, opening fire with their weapons. The nine were transports, likely carrying evacuees in an attempt to get off the planet. None of them seemed to have FTL, which implied that getting through the blockaded Hasichi would be necessary. A message was sent from the destroyer, which was dodging fire left and right, as if the ship itself had a mind of its own. "It's far past time that you learned a very important lesson: Abh never surrender!"

Cathacia, Planet Arcadia

The woman slowly came to, finding herself in some kind of medical facility. Her wounds had been healed, but there was still plenty of pain, likely a result of either the alien medical technology or their understanding of Abh physiology. It was obvious that it wasn't any kind of major hospital, but her wounds had been severe, so keeping her in the town was the best choice. The room itself was similar to the hospital rooms she had seen, but all of the equipment was completely alien. She found that she couldn't move without extreme pain, but that she was very much capable of moving if she had to. She decided to thank the low gravity for this, as with her injuries, she wouldn't be able to move at all on Shōrino'ba. She lifted her head as high as she could, which to her delight, caused little pain. Any pain would have indicated a neck injury and signal her death. The door to her room was open, and outside she could see multiple aliens, most of them were Abhoids with pale grey skin, but there were multiple different species. She hadn't expect this, if anything, she expected a fractured species with multiple different nations vying for control just like in the Pre-Empire days. Turning towards the medical equipment, she found that it seemed to use standard digital computers. She scrutinized the equipment, looking for an interface port. Not to hack into it, but to figure out if the aliens could also interface with computers. Finding none, she frowned. Are we really the exception? She thought, still staring at the computer. A sudden realization came to her, something that she had never thought of before. We're just as alien to them as they are to us. She snapped out of it when she heard the voices of two aliens talking just outside of her room. Tilting her head back up, she opened her mouth to speak when a mind shot through her head: What if they were Romans? The idea didn't make much sense, but being in her state, she couldn't think of a reason they couldn't be. For a moment, she was paralyzed with fear, but then she shook it off, reminding herself that nothing ever got done without taking a risk. She called out to them, hoping they could hear her. She didn't expect them to be able to understand her, as she hadn't ever thought of a translation device as a plausible reality. "Who are you?" She called, as loud as she could (which was about as loud as her normal speech). "Your species, I mean. My people are at war, and for all I know, you're the enemy."

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House of the Rising Sun [Royal houses RP]

Thanks to Gowia, I'll be joining this RP if I can manage it. I skimmed over the interest check a while back, but only looked at this when Gowia mentioned it. I'm sad I didn't look earlier, you've put a lot of work into this and it would be a shame to see that to to waste.