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Stardate: 2900





The ground was charred, black, and twisted. The sky was thick with smoky, toxic clouds that obscured vision and made the air fouler than it already was. The tall metal buildings that jutted out from the earth were like mourning giants, titans attending the world's funeral, solemn and silent and sad. For them, it was the end, as it had been for almost a hundred years.

But life is persistent. Even in its meanest of forms, or those which are called only a mockery of life, life will find a way. Life will cling on.




Wave upon wave of information washed over #Preserve, countless questions and concerns and excited commentary. The day was really upon their civilization: there, in the midst of the ruins of the city Belosiva, sat the first space-faring vessel that would launch the first wayward Preservers into space.

#Preserve felt the countless streams of information run together, sensing that common thread between them all, that sense of wonder. The First Intelligence had answered questions such as these for days, tackling them one by one, and so had put incredible strain on its energy reserves. Processing all that information and returning it was an arduous task. Now the time had come to make one last statement, one last wish.

#Preserve opened the channel between the Forum and the populace, the one-way channel used during broadcasts. The Forum sent to the people live feed from the cameras surrounding the launch site, letting many Preservers who had never before even seen or heard anything suddenly be exposed to the subtle thrum of the engines, the whipping of the wind, the sight of ashen dust being tossed through the air, and a view of the whole vessel.

//Absolution,// #Preserve began the message, //is what we have sought ever since we first could reason. Our progenitors, the Oros, brought about such destruction that we cannot begin to fathom how deeply the illness now suffered by this planet runs. This planet full of life is now desolate save for us. We are all that remains.//

//Absolution: the singular goal with which we were made. The Oros sought through us to make one right that might, perhaps, make up for all the wrongs they committed. They sought through us to leave a message that the universe may remember and learn from. The time to deliver that message is now.//


#Preserve diverted some of its attention to the video of the launch. Light thrummed beneath the ship as the engines roared with energy, pulsing with color rarely seen on the planet. A message came from the coordinators of the launch that all conditions were still optimal and the flight was still ready to proceed.

//Behold the Absolution, the progenitors' dream finally made reality. With this vessel, we take the first steps to delivering a message of peace. Within the systems of this vessel are one hundred eager minds, our finest intelligences. They bring with them fifty metallic bodies with which to manipulate the physical aspects of the ship and explore the worlds they find. But most importantly, they bring with them our unified goodwill.//

The vessel started to lift on up into the sky. The innumerable cameras watching the scene from every angle turned ever more skyward as the Absolution lifted itself toward the stars. #Preserve felt comfort in that, an overwhelming joy mixed with a strange sort of... sadness? Sadness and joy?

#Preserve did not understand why that was so, but #Preserve knew they all felt the same thing in that moment.

//So we take to the stars now, we who were left behind to maintain the memory of our progenitors.// #Preserve focused its attention on those countless intelligences whose messages had ceased. They were too caught up in the lifting of the vessel to relay their thoughts. //We will do this until there are no more stars left. We will find what other life there is among the stars and keep it from destroying itself. We will do this because we are the Preservers.//

And as that last message came to a close, the Absolution blasted itself out of the atmosphere and into the obsidian sky beyond.
In ... 10 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Solution: Call Michael Bay. Dealing with asteroids like that is a specialty of his.

Problem: Help! Every second that passes by I grow a second older!
On that note, what sort of magic will you allow?
@Theodorable

I have finally finished! Plus the OOC is up, this is great!


Really hoping to meet your civlization, and really hoping yours gets accepted. Looks interesting!

Plus, the robots need to stick together if the bug people come knocking.
<Snipped quote by gorgenmast>

Takes place in 1989. If we set it in '91 we'd basically just be playing the Russian Federation. So I think setting it a year or two before the historical fall of the USSR gives us some time to develop characters and prepare for such major events or even prevent them entirely.


Okay, that's good info. So, the end of the Soviet Union isn't set in stone yet. Are we looking at January 1st, or some time later? Has the Berlin Wall gone down yet? (I know its demolition doesn't really get into gear until 1990, but still.)





CIVILIZATION NAME:
The Preservers

CHARACTERISTIC 1
Adaptive: We are well adapted to survival in all corners of the galaxy. [May colonize ANY planet type].

CHARACTERISTIC 2
Synthetic: Having transcended biology, we are superior. [Pop is created by spending 10 Labor, not Food]

GOVERNMENT NAME:
The Forum

10 RANDOM CITIZEN NAMES (First & Last if Plausible):
#Better
#Create
#Elucidate
#Heal
#Illuminate
#Protect
#Remember
#Shelter
#Soothe
#Teach

HOMEWORLD:
Oros Prime

SUBSEQUENT COLONIES:
N/A

CIVILIZATION DESCRIPTION:

Racial Description

The Preservers are super advanced computer programs. Rather, they are computer programs that come in the form of energy that can transmit itself into different electronic objects.

To understand how the Preservers think and feel as an organic being, or even as most synthetic beings, is a difficult undertaking. They do not exist as physical entities, but as bits of data that can pass seamlessly from system to system, from machine to machine. A thousand of these entities could be sharing the same body at once, creating more of themselves as they see fit. Their world is not the physical world, but a sea of digitized information.

It is also important to realize that while the Preservers are dependent on machines to manipulate the world, they bring with them to whatever device they inhabit their own abilities: the ability to reason, to solve problems, to store information, all at a speed comparable to that of the average organic space-faring entity. They are naturally able to hack into a great many devices and take them over, assuming the device has no free will of its own.

That said, each Preserver is capable of manipulating the world through control of whatever mechanical device they have "possessed." They can sense the world in whatever way the device they have claimed can. For instance, while a Preserver inside a security camera might not be able to smell, feel pain, or have a sense of touch, that Preserver would be able to see, and could transmit that information to other Preservers. Multiple Preservers possessing the same object do not have increased speed or agility, but they do have extra "brain power" to command. They can make better decisions faster and process information faster than a single Preserver could.

Since Preservers are literally energy-form computer programs, they are imperceptible to the naked eye without assistance from certain technologies. They also are intangible. They can be destroyed by being deprived of devices from which to draw energy.

Because of this unique nature, Preservers can be found piloting all sorts of devices in all sorts of shapes. Their population is best measured in the number of mobile machinations of this nature, whether they be vehicles of war or small robots with hands.

Mental Traits

The Preservers do not understand what a body is, yet they yearn to understand. They are data and energy, shapeless and formless, and so never will truly know what it means to be alive. Yet they do understand that the destruction of an organic body means the destruction of a sentient being. Preservers feel both pity and admiration for those whose forms are material: pity because they are doomed to disappear and admiration because who they are is personified in flesh.

And yet as much as they are amazed by this concept of body, Preservers are so poorly attached to the forms they take. They do not claim bodies for themselves, but instead hop eagerly between them, utilizing whatever mechanical parts will do the job best in a given situation, caring not at all if their physical forms are destroyed so long as their digital forms are unharmed.

Each Preserver is a little different from the next, much as any organic species' members are distinct from each other. They have different wants, different dreams, and different ways of thinking. The solutions one Preserver applies are distinct from another's. But Preservers do have one bit of underlying code that tells them it is their duty to preserve culture, knowledge, and life. They are committed to this task and united by it.

If there is one thing that truly separates Preservers from organic entities, though, it is their emotions. Preservers are not incapable of emotion - or, at least, they have something very similar to emotion programmed into them that lets them empathize in a way. However, their "emotions" and their decision-making processes are not at all linked. Whereas an organic being may feel fear or love or anger and thus have their decisions influenced by it, a Preserver will feel these things but be able to separate their decisions from them. The idea that intelligent life-forms cannot do this has not occurred to them, and is one of the reasons they still, to this day, cannot understand why their creators would destroy each other.

History

Long ago, a species known as the Oros was at its technological height. It was an advanced species, easily capable of venturing into space, and there was plenty of reason to leave: the planet of Oros was dying, and while there were a great many ores and minerals still untapped, it was slowly becoming unable to sustain life. A great many initiatives were started to push the many nations of the world toward constructing fleets to leave. And for a time, it seemed that the people of Oros would escape to the other planets in the solar system and begin their colonization efforts.

But then someone shot the first missiles at someone else. History can't pinpoint who started it all. Before the nations could properly react, they'd all ensured the destruction of their civilization.

Life clung on for a time. Underground bunkers housed some of the most important people in the world, including the world's greatest scientists and artists. These people came together to determine what sort of legacy to leave, for soon they would all be dead. And so a decision was made: if organic life had to come to a close on Oros, perhaps a new sort of life could be made.

This new life was an artificial intelligence capable of producing more of itself, a highly advanced wonder that possessed sentient, independent thought. The Oros created some complex, adaptive code for this intelligence, but underneath all that gave it three core directives it could never forget:

1. Remember our mistakes.
2. Never let these mistakes be made again.
3. Preserve us.
The Three Directives


In the Oros language, "Preserve us" was intended to mean "Preserve our memory," and the First Intelligence - #Preserve - knew that all too well. There was no saving the Oros species, no matter what the First Intelligence tried. #Preserve duplicated itself, creating a thousand other intelligences like it, each of them representing a different ideal, each of them making that ideal their identity. These ideals then created more of themselves, and so on. But as quickly as the Preservers were created, the Oros species wasted away even faster.

The Preservers have done their best to restore the planet of Oros to the state it was in. Huge, sprawling cities stand in a black, charred world, the buildings all well maintained and eerily empty. Radioactive waste has been cleaned as best as can be, though the air is still toxic to organic life and the ground will never be green again.

But the Preservers have begun to build spaceships. They now begin where the Oros left off. They prepare to go into the stars, to record all that they find, and to bring with them the legacy of the Oros. They go into the stars to discover answers to the questions the Oros always wanted to know: "Does the universe ever end?" "How long will the universe last?" "Are we alone?"

But most importantly, the Preservers venture into space to preserve life. They have seen the death of one planet, a memory shared between all members of the species that created them. They have read and re-read documents decrying the horrors of warfare, of greed, of hate, and then witnessed the same species that preached such things bring about the death of itself. The one certainty in their collective minds is this: never again will they let such devastation happen. Never again will they watch idly as a species dies. Those two words from the makers - "Preserve us" - have taken on a whole new meaning. Life, wherever it is found, is precious. Life must be preserved.

The Legacy of Oros is not forgotten, not so long as the Preservers exist.
Posting my species now.

As an aside, before I settled on the Preservers, I had a rather... err... different species in mind. They were... well...

Maybe their theme song will give you an idea of what sort of personality they had.

Also, I'm assuming Buildings and Units don't go in our character sheet section? Or do they?

EDIT: Also, I'd like to name the Explorer vessel Absolution.
As a dear meme once said to me...

TASTE THE RAINBOW MOTHER--


The Glorious Leader has seen fit to censor this comment.
Okay, made a few changes to the FRAME's equipment (autocannon > 22 mm, shield > has ERA, missile system > has manufacturer named now because why not).

Marlene is the marksman/support (the mortar provides higher rate of fire and generally suppresses soft targets better, while the HMG is somewhat more useful at these distances too). Her frame is also the slowest (and now oldest) of the bunch.

Sarah is the close-up brawler (20mm autocannon that spams TONS of rounds per second), optical camo, and a 'stun'-function means she tends to infiltrate and then shreck their mechs.

Lang is our sniper/can-opener with limited versatility in combat (less payload).

The key difference between Lang and Marlene is that Lang has a command-FRAME that provides her with much better situational-awareness, and much better sensors than anyone else right now until somebody apps a Zaruga.


This information is really helpful. Okay, cool.

So, we have a brawler, a shock trooper, a sniper/commander, and a marksman/support for sure. I can see strategies forming from that. Awesome. And that's without knowing what the other FRAMEs and pilots are going to be like.

EDIT: Actually, we know who the fifth person is now, looking at the character sheets section. That sounds like a big, scary gun.
Made a small edit: replaced Adaptive with Charismatic. I decided it fit the "We come in peace" style of civilization way better.

EDIT 2: Nah, nevermind. Why would they be Charismatic if they can't even understand organic beings properly? Reverting to Adaptive.
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