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When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
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School's in full "consume all his time"-mode so no posts for just a lil longer. Sorry folks! I promise I'll make up for it in the weekend!
10 yrs ago
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@Pyromaniacwolf Probably circumstantial? Did it look like a rogue accident? Could there be suspicion pointing towards the rebels? etc etc
Alea iacta est, the Relicants will rise up!
Relica High Orbit
EOM Carge Shuttle "Angora"
01:22 - Relica Central Time

“Relica Central Command, this is the Angora. Travelling at sub-light speed towards Relica. ETA in 25 minutes. Requesting permission to land.” The Angora’s communication officer said through his intercom. He had repeated the same sentence over and over and over by now. With an endless variations of them. Though always ending with ‘requesting permission to land’. Despite the subjugation of so many years ago, central command was still so squeamish. Even their captain agreed. But protocol was protocol.

“Angora this is Relica Central Command. Landing request accepted. You are cleared for landing pad T-25. Land estimate margin set to 10.”

The comns officer didn’t even bother to confirm and clearly Relica Central didn’t care. Despite the fact that it was in such a far corner of the galaxy, Relica got quite some visitors coming and going. Mostly transport ships to haul out the Relicium. With the course set towards the green and blue planet, most of the crew of the Angora started to unwind. When they land, they’d get about 5 hours of free time. Not enough to drain a bar. But enough to stretch their legs and enjoy a little walk. Maybe buy some discounted Relicant art. Being part of a transport shuttle crew did have its advantages. However, the officer was swiftly roused from his relaxed mindset by his colleague at Sensors: “Small cloud approaching at collision course.”

The captain jumped up from her lazy chair. “What? What do you mean? A cloud is going to ram us!?”

“I-I don’t understand. The pocket is too small and moving too fast. This cannot be of gravity.”

“I need a status update. Now!” Yelled the captain. Suddenly the whole bridge was buzzing to life. Officers enjoying a few hours of calm jolted up from their chair and started pushing buttons everywhere around.

“Visual in 3… 2… 1.” On the bridge the picture of a blue, purple and black cloud appeared. Though it didn’t show anything more than that.

“Angora to Relica Central Command. Angora to Relica Central Command. We have unidentified celestial occurrence. I repeat, we have unidentified celestial occurrence. How copy?”

“Relica Central Command. We copy. Please adjust trajectory.”

The Angora did as requested, adjusting their trajectory just a few degrees. The nav computer recalculated their path and gave the all clear. There would be no collision. The captain, relieved, dropped back into her chair. “As you were people. Nothing’s going to happen.” Yet right after she said that, the red lights started to blink again.

“Ma’am, the UCO changed bearing. Collision in 2 minutes.”

“This is Angora to Relica Central Command. Request-“ And from then the audio record got cut out. Relica Central Command tried to connect with the Angora several times on several frequencies as long-range scanners started to turn towards the last known location of the cargo shuttle. After a dreadful 5 minutes of scanners turning and preparing, the first images of what was happening pulled through. The UCO the Angora mentioned was passing along. Yet the Angora itself was floating aimlessly and in pieces. Emergency corvettes were scrambled to take a look at the wreckage. Inside the crew was left to suffer the worst fate in space: decompression.

Relica Surface
High-Temple of the Seeder-Gods, High-Prophet Office
08:09 - Relica Central Time

“Absolutely unacceptable!” Yelled General Ulterius. Xanathor remained motionless in his chair as the human general continued his rant before the High-Prophet’s desk. “Relicants attacking our precious cargo shuttles. This is the 8th attack this month! Why aren’t your kin accepting our gracious gifts, Xanathor!? Have we not given your people everything they require? Food! Education! Enlightenment! Oh we have given them the name of their god and still they refuse to obey us.”

“The general population is obeying.” Objected Xanathor in a calm voice. The General turned around to face the High-Prophet. “Yet you continue to disregard our wishes. To tell your people that they should work harder for their makers. Is this how Relicants prove their gratefulness?”

“Let my people… adapt to this situation, general. You must understand, all of your kind that was there when you… found us… are now dead. Yet it is still a fresh memory in all of our minds. Give it time, and the people will see your.. light.” Xanathor felt disgusted by the way he was supposed to speak. These humans, what did they know of light and truth? Their lives were so fleeting and insignificant. There have always been generals before Xanathor. But in the last century they changed and changed. Now Xanathor couldn’t even remember their faces, leave alone their names.

The general eyed him with suspicion. “Your kin will embrace our ideals, Xanathor. I expect results sooner, rather than later.” With that, the general marched out of the High-Prophet’s office. After the 2nd door away closed, Xanathor let out of a sigh of relief. Talking to humans could be so taxing. It felt like he was talking to primates. To be fair, compared to the Relicants, the humans were primates. Young and stupid, they drifted through the void and drilled into their planets. Only to feed the beasts of industry their metal.
The door opened once more as Xanathor looked down into the streets below him. “My lord.” Said a voice behind him, one altered by cybernetic implants. Shadowwalkers used them so not even voice identification could pin them down.

“The general is growing restless. He wants us to up productivity.”

“The humans desire slavery.” The shadowwalker pointed out. Not that he had to. Xanathor knew. Humans were fueled by greet and desire. Once he started giving in to their wishes, they would never be satisfied. Not even when his kin worked itself into their tomb. “I need an excuse to postpone this announcement. We need time and our people should not suffer for it.” Xanathor didn’t need to say more. The Shadowwalker would understand. Amongst themselves they’d device the plans, execute the mission and manipulate the findings if required. It felt ironic how those most shunned by the Relicants now played a pivotal role in the fight for their freedom.
@6slyboy6 Something is telling me vast AoE attacks will become a necessity to take on the human empire armada... I will probably be okay with this! :D But on that note, are my designs and concepts accepted?
@6slyboy6 I was a bit stuck on my fleet and such. I'll just start out with 3 types of ships: Corvettes, Destroyers & Cruisers and just claim the larger parts of the fleet got blown to smithereens by the empire or whatever empire-friendly nation other players have that want to blow up my guys.



Angel-class Corvette - With it's sleek, arrowhead design, it cuts through a nebulae cloud with ease. The Angel-class Corvette is designed to deliver swift strikes and vanish again. Generally, it counts a crew of maximum 15 and holds room for another 10 passengers(or 3 if they want comfort). The minimum required crew is 5. The Angel-class is standard equipped with 2 torpedoes and 2 small railguns to deliver the pain.

Principes-class Destroyer - Slightly larger than the Angel-class, the Principes is the first ship that would actively be used in a one-vs-one fleet battle. It's nimble and fast due to its 5 ion engines. Just like with the Angel-class it has an arrowhead shape but it's longer compared to the Angel-class. Furthermore, it has small wings protruding its sides. Holding 2 extra torpedoes on each wing. The Principes is armed in total with 6 torpedoes and 4 small railguns. Unlike the Angel-class, the Principes-class holds no spare room and has a maximum crew capacity of 15 people. However, it does require at the very least 9 people to operate. Principes-classes are the only starships that have no room for Geomancers, Tide-Casters, Seers or Voidwalkers.

Inanis-class Destroyer - The Inanis-class is a rebuilt version of the Principes. It got stripped of all its weapons and instead houses an Observation Deck, 3 Expanse Cells and room for 2 bands of any sub-order. It's very adaptable and despite the presence of the Observation Deck, it can still be outfitted with a workshop of a sub-order's desire.

Imperia-class Cruiser - While the Principes and Angel-classes can somewhat fit in the same size category, the cruiser immediately jumps up. With a crew requirement of 25, the Imperia-classes swiftly overshadow their smaller bretheren. Their stern looks quite the same as an Angel-class corvette. But like with an arrow, it has a long, tube-shaped length behind the arrowhead. Imperia-class cruisers used to be the backbone of the Fleet. However, these days they serve as flagship of the small, scattered fleet that continue to harass the human supply lines. Imperia-classes are outfitted with 2 torpedo tubes and hold a total of 10 torpedoes inside. Furthermore, it can use its 2 medium-sized railguns, combined with the 4 smaller ones, to pack a devastating punch. It holds enough room to house 2 bands of one sub-order. However, it doesn't have Expanse Cells so Voidwalkers aren't really welcome. For peak performance, about 55 to 60 crew members are required to operate an Imperia.
Going to make an attempt here. @6slyboy6 Tell me what you'd like to see changed.

@Ozerath Oooooooooooooh I remember these guys!!!
@6slyboy6 NS Isn't online yet. YET! I'm still fine-tuning in hopes of making them as unique and balanced as possible. If you really want, I can send (over PM) you the draft but I don't really like putting my half-completed NSes up.


My preferred area. Considering the Relicants are pretty isolated, I'll confine them to their home planet of Relica.
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