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Current This account old AF
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You heard 'em, chaps, lock the gal up! No marriage here! Freedom! Single Pringles only! Vivia la baguette!
6 yrs ago
If the Earth is flat, then how does one explain tens of thousands of people all across the globe in various space agencies not ONCE leaking that it's all a lie and everything's flat?
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Got myself Overwatch's Pink Mercy skin for charity!
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Did you know that baby cheetahs are given Labrador puppies to bond with because they need a stress relief buddy.
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I'll be honest, I don't wanna put a bio up cause I'm afraid I'll scare people off by writing plainly, but not really interested in taking a bunch of time for am that formatting.

So if ya wanna chat, do send a PM!

If you're a friend of mine and wanna see the bio filled, and wanna write a truthful description of yours truly, lemme know! A description from a third party is alwayd the best kind.

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@Oblik

If the Rurnian territory is a round sphere, then the Juran have encompassed it to cover nearly half of its surface area.

The Juran can be both very command-and-conquer and surprisingly stand-offish.
@Oblik
Ah, for the sake of accuracy:

The Juran know the Rurnian's language because they've been spying on them for ages, and have considerable experience with learning alien languages. Meanwhile, the Rurnians have never ventured out of their space (as you said), and thus would have no idea who the Jurans are... The Juran sent a message to them using Rurnian language, and so they wouldn't have even the slightest sample of the Juran language.

Just something to consider- you can't know what you've never seen or heard.
Juran Stealth Satellite[
The Virtual Intelligence watched the Rurnians with mildly more internet than normal. The Rurnians always were eccentric, thinking ground-warfare was the key in the age of space, but the VI wasn't advanced enough to truly be derisive or judgmental, so it simply thought to itself that they were just... eccentric.

But a different type of activity had begun lately- ship launches, from the surface. Another odd thing- it's far easier to build spaceships in orbit, where they'll never have to deal with the stresses of gravity- but the VI simply added the information to the next packet.

Then something truly foreign happened. In the thirteen solar cycles- thirteen years to the natives- the stealth satellite hadn't seen a single ship or probe enter non-Rurnian space. Because of this, the Juran Councils had decided to leave the nation alone, to watch and glean what they could until there was enough stability to make a small force capable of easily annexing the nation.

But there was a fleet, already warping out to another solar system. The satellite took long hours to collect passive data from the emissions of the hyperjump, and finally concluded its report: the Rurnians were entering unknown space- to them- with a fleet focused around colonization.

Before the Rurnian fleet had even made it halfway to their destination, Juran warships were on an intercept course, having already warped over from a nearby solar system. The Rurnians had kept to themselves, never poking their head outside their bubble once, and so the Juran Empire had began to encompass that bubble. The alien ships would be dropping right in the middle of the spacial region's major mining and industrial node.

Juran Defense Fleet
Three destroyers, two cruisers, one heavy cruiser. There was a support carrier en route, along with four more destroyers, but this was going to be the heavy cruiser's captain first action- he had been sitting around collecting dust, as one of the few ships stationed here and there as protection against pirates or the like. The new Fleetmaster had already sent a message to Region Command, but they had yet to be able to request an actual fleet. So, it was just aging defense ships against some unknown, normally recluse entity.

The fleet was almost to the rendezvous point when the unknown fleet exited their flight into the industrial system. The Fleetmaster's heavy cruiser already in position, plus a cruiser. The other cruiser was being escorted by a destroyer, approaching from the bottom-right, from the other side of the system. Slightly above them came the last two destroyers, only ten minutes away from the heavy cruiser and their new Fleetmaster.

The Juran in charge glanced at his display- a single light-hour away from the new alien entities, the Rurnian, who hadn't been in the system long enough to detect him. Because sensors were limited to the speed of light, he wouldn't be detected for another hour. Meanwhile, he was connected to a complex systems of quantum sensor stations and satellites scattered all over Juran space. The moment the Rurnians dropped out of warp/hyperspace and settled into realspace, quantum sensors would detect the location of the exit. Anytime one tears through the veil between warpspace and realspace, it creates brief quantum rifts. As such, it's easily detected.

And these Jurans knew exactly where this rather small, technologically inferior race was.

An hour later found the Jurans waiting for the encroaching Rurnians just inside the edge of the system.

[In the Rurnians' native language:] "Cease acceleration, Rurnian Fleet. The Juran Empire welcomes you to its borders, and demands that your fleet states your intentions, and that you power down weapons, warp drives, and thrusters. Prepare to have your flagship boarded by Juran marines.
@Oblik
I've been kinda out of it lately, but if you wanna post something about entering an unknown system and being fronted by an unknown empire, I'd gladly take the other end of it.
Alright, i'm not feeling the groove of the Guild. I hardly check it anymore, and I have zero interest or drive to try and keep these roleplays going on here.

Would you like to continue it in a Google Doc? I'd be way more likely to get stuff written if we had a Google Doc.
yeah, i need to get up to date on my postings. Just... really apathetic/burned out atm. Well, I have been for a while. Graduation was fantastic, but my senior year killed me. Writing was a way to get away, and now that it's over, i barely wanna do anything.
Prince Niklas Konig watched with mild confusion and resignation at the going-ons. Ultimately, this was outside of his realm- the fight between the two older nations' little ones, Liv and Anton, or "Ronny," and the relationship between Liv and Edwin. He nonetheless approved of that pairing, even if he knew they'd be exceptionally awkward about it.

Niklas allowed himself to be torn away [and he was rather grateful for it], giving the others a long, unreadable stare. Turning back to this betrothed, he properly proffered his arm to her until they reached the dance floor, taking several long moments to formulate a response.

"The group we found ourselves associating with today is quite... strange." His sudden formality took even he off guard, but he felt nonetheless tense and bothered with Alejandro here. The man had a reputation for finding out secrets, and Niklas's secrets were too important, too great, to allow anyone to know. If there was a single clue that Alejandro knew something... then that one would have to be eliminated. And yet, he was much loved by a great many people- doing so might bring undue attention to his elimination, however well done it might be.

Trying to roll the uneasiness out of his shoulders, Niklas gave Mai a poor attempt at a smile, and offered Mai both hands for a dance. "Let us dance, m'lady."




Back with the others, Fareeha stood gruffly, leaning back slightly with a very observant and judging pose- just a hint of that military discipline. She didn't like this lady-man's look, and automatically despised him almost as much as Casimier- which she didn't think was possible, until she found another peacock.

Jesus Christ, our group is attracting the little lord, that small greekish weasel, and now an even more annoying Casimier! Heavens above grant me the strength not to punch someone important these next few months, who knew royalty was so ridiculous?

Unfortunately, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach- there were more than one eligible princes, suddenly showing up, and her parents desperately wanted a match for her so they could bring something new to Mamlakat. But then again, forcing Fareeha into a match might result in a storm the likes of which none has seen from her before...

Viciously, Fareeha imagined punching the Lady-man's face, before wiping off all that crap on his face and forcing him to look at a mirror of his natural self. The kid might just have a heart attack from it!

Outwardly, Fareeha was her cool, collected self, even if her raised eyebrows denoted her skepticism and lack of awe in the peacock's ensemble.

She made some pains to be polite before getting down to the bread and butter of the discussion...

"Well, you already know me as Fareeha Amari, Princess of Mamlakat Alssahra. And you look ridiculous."
Update: if no one posts, I'll make something of my 3rd fleet coming in and blowing shit up.
@Knight Solaire
The entire OP repeats "Write a nation, post it, and jump in."
So can we expect a post from anyone anytime soon?

I wont br able to post for a while, but i can certainly watch.
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