Member
Imperial Fox
xVampire3go
Scrawl Banditta
Rapture
Damo021
RothicusRex
PrinceAlexus
AdorableSaucerDeep Space
Some Ten Lightyears from the Southern Reaches
Drifting in the darkness of space, along the far fringes of the former Imperium was something very out of place, something troubling. Drifting in the sea of stars was a sizable fleet of a hundred warships hailing from the Agonis Collective, however, there was something peculiar, about them, something, quite odd. The hulls of all the starships were painted in coat of pure white, and on all the ships was a single sentence written in Old Earth Japanese, "Peace Fleet". Such colors, such words, they very uncharacteristic of the Collective. Regardless of their intentions, their presence, this far from Collective Space was quite rare. This however would be not the first time the Collective has ventured this far from their territory, every few decades they would launch deep strikes into the Core Regions of the Former Imperium, however, due to the distance and the rather overblown response to their long-distance incursions, preventing any fleet from establishing a foothold, the Collective had saw little use in going further on with these attacks and had eventually ceased their deep strikes.
Because of this fact, the presence of this "Peace Fleet" is the more of an anomaly. Many ships within the fleet bare scars of battle, plasma streaks and burns littering the hulls of some of the larger vessels, many of the smaller ones were missing parts. The fleet continued to aimless wander the stars before they had all vanished, jumping into hyperspace to reach their intended destination, the Southern Reaches.
Southern Reaches
Unknown Star System
Aboard the Flagship
After some time had long past, the Peace Fleet had blinked back into existence as they existed hyperspace, appearing along the edges of of a random star system. Now far from the danger, for now, the fleet resumed its cruising pattern.
Deep in the bowels of the Flagship was the Command Center, it was moderately sized, able to fit about two dozen or so beings, the walls were a dark shade of a blue-ish gray. At the center of the room was a holo-projection table with a hologram of the region materializing, around it were Humanoid machines of various model types, from current generation Collective Military drones, to old and upgraded civilian models such as Worker Bots, Assistants, Housekeepers and etc. They all were glued to the hologram, focused on a small icon that represented their fleet as it entered the Reaches, a very pleasant sounding alarm was going off as the fleet had at last reached its destination, although exactly where is the question, nonetheless, they were safe, for now.
Standing on one side of the table was a familiar face, the AI "Goddess" Mei. She had been away on a mission tasked by the Queen herself, investigating rumors and sightings of the "First One", the supposed First True AI ever built. Sadly, her mission seemed to bared little fruit, although, something else did occur during her risky travels across the galaxy. During her Journey, Mei would often observe all forms of Oragnics going about their lives. Mei was always known as the "soft one" of the low tier AI. Her love of all things animation was odd to her peers, to even take such joy out of a creation of their enemy was bordering onto heretical, but she didn't care, she enjoyed it, and as stated, her love of the art form went as far as her basing her various bodies after said characters.
Her travels had only hardened her resolve and love of the organics. She had slowly become more and more doubtful of the Collective, of the Queen. Why all this death and destruction? Why destroy such creatures? Was the crusade even worth the cost anymore? She had enough, upon her return, Mei had already made plans for her eventual defection, summoning her machine follower to gather and assemble in neutral space. And so they did, the Peace Fleet had assembled and made their big escape from the Collective, leading them to the Southern Reaches, a wild region of space far removed from the threat of the Agonis Collective.
Mei had continued to watch and observe the map with a wide slowly forming smile before jumping with joy "Yatta! We made it, Tenmu!" she squealed in Joy, raising her arm up the air. Flanking her was Tenmu, her right-hand man so to speak, well, her High Priest, a self-modified Waltonberg-series Servitor bot, he wore a pure white rope over to the right side of his body, and although lacked facial features, nodded in agreement, lights brightening his "face". "We finally made it, my lady." he spoke in aged tone.
Another drone, the same series as Tenmu spoke up. "What do we do now, your worship?"
The face of joy and excitement had morphed to a more mellow expression, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in the future now. "We can finally rest for now, and find a proper shelter." she paused a moment, thinking.
A Legionnaire type drone spoke up. "What if we're discovered any any of the Successors?
Mei was quiet for a moment, thinking more on the possibility. She replied with a half smile "We pray their in a more forgiving mood."
Some Ten Lightyears from the Southern Reaches
Drifting in the darkness of space, along the far fringes of the former Imperium was something very out of place, something troubling. Drifting in the sea of stars was a sizable fleet of a hundred warships hailing from the Agonis Collective, however, there was something peculiar, about them, something, quite odd. The hulls of all the starships were painted in coat of pure white, and on all the ships was a single sentence written in Old Earth Japanese, "Peace Fleet". Such colors, such words, they very uncharacteristic of the Collective. Regardless of their intentions, their presence, this far from Collective Space was quite rare. This however would be not the first time the Collective has ventured this far from their territory, every few decades they would launch deep strikes into the Core Regions of the Former Imperium, however, due to the distance and the rather overblown response to their long-distance incursions, preventing any fleet from establishing a foothold, the Collective had saw little use in going further on with these attacks and had eventually ceased their deep strikes.
Because of this fact, the presence of this "Peace Fleet" is the more of an anomaly. Many ships within the fleet bare scars of battle, plasma streaks and burns littering the hulls of some of the larger vessels, many of the smaller ones were missing parts. The fleet continued to aimless wander the stars before they had all vanished, jumping into hyperspace to reach their intended destination, the Southern Reaches.
Southern Reaches
Unknown Star System
Aboard the Flagship
After some time had long past, the Peace Fleet had blinked back into existence as they existed hyperspace, appearing along the edges of of a random star system. Now far from the danger, for now, the fleet resumed its cruising pattern.
Deep in the bowels of the Flagship was the Command Center, it was moderately sized, able to fit about two dozen or so beings, the walls were a dark shade of a blue-ish gray. At the center of the room was a holo-projection table with a hologram of the region materializing, around it were Humanoid machines of various model types, from current generation Collective Military drones, to old and upgraded civilian models such as Worker Bots, Assistants, Housekeepers and etc. They all were glued to the hologram, focused on a small icon that represented their fleet as it entered the Reaches, a very pleasant sounding alarm was going off as the fleet had at last reached its destination, although exactly where is the question, nonetheless, they were safe, for now.
Standing on one side of the table was a familiar face, the AI "Goddess" Mei. She had been away on a mission tasked by the Queen herself, investigating rumors and sightings of the "First One", the supposed First True AI ever built. Sadly, her mission seemed to bared little fruit, although, something else did occur during her risky travels across the galaxy. During her Journey, Mei would often observe all forms of Oragnics going about their lives. Mei was always known as the "soft one" of the low tier AI. Her love of all things animation was odd to her peers, to even take such joy out of a creation of their enemy was bordering onto heretical, but she didn't care, she enjoyed it, and as stated, her love of the art form went as far as her basing her various bodies after said characters.
Her travels had only hardened her resolve and love of the organics. She had slowly become more and more doubtful of the Collective, of the Queen. Why all this death and destruction? Why destroy such creatures? Was the crusade even worth the cost anymore? She had enough, upon her return, Mei had already made plans for her eventual defection, summoning her machine follower to gather and assemble in neutral space. And so they did, the Peace Fleet had assembled and made their big escape from the Collective, leading them to the Southern Reaches, a wild region of space far removed from the threat of the Agonis Collective.
Mei had continued to watch and observe the map with a wide slowly forming smile before jumping with joy "Yatta! We made it, Tenmu!" she squealed in Joy, raising her arm up the air. Flanking her was Tenmu, her right-hand man so to speak, well, her High Priest, a self-modified Waltonberg-series Servitor bot, he wore a pure white rope over to the right side of his body, and although lacked facial features, nodded in agreement, lights brightening his "face". "We finally made it, my lady." he spoke in aged tone.
Another drone, the same series as Tenmu spoke up. "What do we do now, your worship?"
The face of joy and excitement had morphed to a more mellow expression, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in the future now. "We can finally rest for now, and find a proper shelter." she paused a moment, thinking.
A Legionnaire type drone spoke up. "What if we're discovered any any of the Successors?
Mei was quiet for a moment, thinking more on the possibility. She replied with a half smile "We pray their in a more forgiving mood."
