Alas Prime
"Happily, please show me to the shuttle."
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Yes my name is shit, please don't refer to me by it. Just call me Alpha.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
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Also Duck you can't hassle me about making a post and then not respond post dammit >:U
Y'all niggas need Zarwaun.
ASTA, Alpha Centauri's only about half that distance from Sol.
Alas Prime
Two holes were ripped in Slipspace as a couple of Darbor-Class Heavy Frigates lurched forward, making headway to the capital of the system. Inside the bay of the lead of the two warships, PNS Salvation of the Pious, an Outreach-Class Diplomat Vessel carrying a Sazkarjhit foreign emissary, changed its bearings and increased reactor output, making good distances for a ship of its size.
Once obtaining the proper clearance, the long vessels slowly encircled the planet before shutting off engines and drifting lazily into high orbit above Prime. The white, T-shaped Outreach-Class launched out of a side bay and maneuvered towards the station. Aboard it was Ambassador Buryna Yran'kum, with her was a small outfit of People's Army Political Affairs Security ((A forerunner to the OGVS)), soldiers, armed with older Type-2 Medium-Long Range Assault Weapons. Slung under her arm was a small holotank, its input already set to establish a connection with the Vesselage. Luckily, Alas Prime isn't out of contact range with Sazkarjhit government-clearance communications traffic.
The ship docked, and the Ambassador stepped out with her garrison. Anyone who saw the Sazkarjhit would have been surprised at the new alien species, but also intimidated. The soldiers were all nearly seven feet tall, creating loud, heavy rhythm with each synchronized step. Their helmets only revealed a yellow-tinted faceplate, colored so because of the combat Heads-Up Display and the poisonous chlorine glass cycling through the suit. All the soldiers had different colored bands running across the armor, colors like bronze, black, blue, white, red, orange, and so on. The lead soldier's armor had bands of silver and black, overlapping each other in sort of a braid.In front of the platoon was a similar suit of armor, but was much shorter, pushing perhaps 6'2". This one, rather than striping, had a star on her front and back, in three separate bands of silver, bronze and blue. Her faceplate was clear, showing off an orange reptilian face, with glossy black eyes and a yellow, dual-stripe pattern running down the middle of her face.
She bowed her head, and offered her hand out in greeting. She began speaking; assuming that the translation magic from before was still in effect.
"I bid you a formal 'hello'. I am Ambassador Yran'kum, an emissary representing the Religious Union of Karboria, the planet of Sazkar Major, and the Glorous Nation of Sazkarjhia."
Two holes were ripped in Slipspace as a couple of Darbor-Class Heavy Frigates lurched forward, making headway to the capital of the system. Inside the bay of the lead of the two warships, PNS Salvation of the Pious, an Outreach-Class Diplomat Vessel carrying a Sazkarjhit foreign emissary, changed its bearings and increased reactor output, making good distances for a ship of its size.
Once obtaining the proper clearance, the long vessels slowly encircled the planet before shutting off engines and drifting lazily into high orbit above Prime. The white, T-shaped Outreach-Class launched out of a side bay and maneuvered towards the station. Aboard it was Ambassador Buryna Yran'kum, with her was a small outfit of People's Army Political Affairs Security ((A forerunner to the OGVS)), soldiers, armed with older Type-2 Medium-Long Range Assault Weapons. Slung under her arm was a small holotank, its input already set to establish a connection with the Vesselage. Luckily, Alas Prime isn't out of contact range with Sazkarjhit government-clearance communications traffic.
The ship docked, and the Ambassador stepped out with her garrison. Anyone who saw the Sazkarjhit would have been surprised at the new alien species, but also intimidated. The soldiers were all nearly seven feet tall, creating loud, heavy rhythm with each synchronized step. Their helmets only revealed a yellow-tinted faceplate, colored so because of the combat Heads-Up Display and the poisonous chlorine glass cycling through the suit. All the soldiers had different colored bands running across the armor, colors like bronze, black, blue, white, red, orange, and so on. The lead soldier's armor had bands of silver and black, overlapping each other in sort of a braid.In front of the platoon was a similar suit of armor, but was much shorter, pushing perhaps 6'2". This one, rather than striping, had a star on her front and back, in three separate bands of silver, bronze and blue. Her faceplate was clear, showing off an orange reptilian face, with glossy black eyes and a yellow, dual-stripe pattern running down the middle of her face.
She bowed her head, and offered her hand out in greeting. She began speaking; assuming that the translation magic from before was still in effect.
"I bid you a formal 'hello'. I am Ambassador Yran'kum, an emissary representing the Religious Union of Karboria, the planet of Sazkar Major, and the Glorous Nation of Sazkarjhia."
Outpost A-5
"A diplomatic emissary has been sent to your station with two of our top-of-the-line main frigates. Once given the proper clearance they will dock with the station (If such technology permits) and we will begin our meeting. Due to security concerns at the moment we are not allowed to send Vessels this far from our stronghold, but we will allow them to communicate with you via hologram."
"A diplomatic emissary has been sent to your station with two of our top-of-the-line main frigates. Once given the proper clearance they will dock with the station (If such technology permits) and we will begin our meeting. Due to security concerns at the moment we are not allowed to send Vessels this far from our stronghold, but we will allow them to communicate with you via hologram."
Outpost A-5
Fleetmaster Ramak'sum was quite surprised that an alien nation could swiftly translate Sazkarjhit vernacular like that. He wished he had somebody aboard with magic to do the same thing, but, alas, he wasn't given the best-equipped fleet. He sent a message from his ship stating the following:
"We welcome such peace warmly. We were only afraid of an attack since you are relatively proximal to a Sazkarjhit mining colony that was established not too long ago. A meeting in-person would be beneficial as so I can relay information gathered to my superiors."
Fleetmaster Ramak'sum was quite surprised that an alien nation could swiftly translate Sazkarjhit vernacular like that. He wished he had somebody aboard with magic to do the same thing, but, alas, he wasn't given the best-equipped fleet. He sent a message from his ship stating the following:
"We welcome such peace warmly. We were only afraid of an attack since you are relatively proximal to a Sazkarjhit mining colony that was established not too long ago. A meeting in-person would be beneficial as so I can relay information gathered to my superiors."
Central Offices of the Vesselage, Karboria, Sazkar Major
13:00 Central Sazkarjhia Standard Time, it was around the time where reports were submitted by both the Vessels and the Military Cabinet for findings of the week. Grand Vessel Urwan Garama'kum sat at her head of the round table, adjacent to her were the five additional Vessels, as well as her Military Cabinet. Most of the reports were still pretty standard. Vessel Merana'bum of Markura submitted her reports of climate change over certain regions, ranging from green to black; naturally, Bellaran was almost completely green while Daramaska was shaded in a sickly black. The layer of Ozone over the region was almost completely depleted, and the only thing keeping the industrial area from being heavily irradiated were the thick blankets of smog that layered over the many factories and mines. Good to work, miserable to live.
Vessel Yarin'tum of Markarapas reported economic goods income for the week, with a slight--although still acceptable--1.3% increase compared to the previous week. Vessel Orak'dum happily reported that production was at an all-time high, with the new colony Sazkarjhia had founded the influx of titanium and tungsten that was bountiful on the planet provided Sazkarjhia with many metal resources. The only one who didn't have a report (It's quite difficult to report on anything about fortune and misfortune), Vessel Ymar'gum of Oparas said a prayer for the Vesselage to have another successful week.
The only one of the Vesselage who looked quite worried was Vessel Pumar'kum of Mazdabar. The Vessel of the Sazkarjhit God of War normally maintained a strong and stalwart appearance, but at the moment he was visibly troubled. Grand Vessel Garama'kum took note of this.
"Honorable Vessel Pumar'kum, is something the matter?" she asked, a look of concern in her glossy black eyes. Vessel Pumar'kum frowned, then looked towards the Grand Vessel.
"I've been collaborating with Admiral Wesen'dum about exploration around the colony, and in our scouting missions we've come across some kind of station." he stated.
"Do they pose a threat to the colony?" Garama'kum asked.
"That, I cannot entirely determine. We only know of its existence; not who inhabits it or what it's purpose is. However, the presence of an extraterrestrial intelligence may be a good thing, as maybe they might be willing to learn of The Path and spread His good will."
"All right, that would seem reasonable. When this meeting is dismissed, please order a task force to investigate the station."
"As He would permit, Grand Vessel."
Eternal Union Outpost A-5
A small Sazkarjhit warfleet quickly rocketed out of Slipspace. The group, comprised of one dozen frigates, a half dozen destroyers and a Marku-Class flagship, quickly adjusted their bearings and made steady headway to the station. In case it was a familiar species, a message was written onto a codex of every language known to the Sazkarjhit, then broadcast to the station.
"Attention,unidentified installation! This is the Sazkarjhit Outersystem Task Force 031, you are situated near an inhabited Sazkarjhit colony, please state purpose and intentions. Hostility will not be regarded lightly!"
13:00 Central Sazkarjhia Standard Time, it was around the time where reports were submitted by both the Vessels and the Military Cabinet for findings of the week. Grand Vessel Urwan Garama'kum sat at her head of the round table, adjacent to her were the five additional Vessels, as well as her Military Cabinet. Most of the reports were still pretty standard. Vessel Merana'bum of Markura submitted her reports of climate change over certain regions, ranging from green to black; naturally, Bellaran was almost completely green while Daramaska was shaded in a sickly black. The layer of Ozone over the region was almost completely depleted, and the only thing keeping the industrial area from being heavily irradiated were the thick blankets of smog that layered over the many factories and mines. Good to work, miserable to live.
Vessel Yarin'tum of Markarapas reported economic goods income for the week, with a slight--although still acceptable--1.3% increase compared to the previous week. Vessel Orak'dum happily reported that production was at an all-time high, with the new colony Sazkarjhia had founded the influx of titanium and tungsten that was bountiful on the planet provided Sazkarjhia with many metal resources. The only one who didn't have a report (It's quite difficult to report on anything about fortune and misfortune), Vessel Ymar'gum of Oparas said a prayer for the Vesselage to have another successful week.
The only one of the Vesselage who looked quite worried was Vessel Pumar'kum of Mazdabar. The Vessel of the Sazkarjhit God of War normally maintained a strong and stalwart appearance, but at the moment he was visibly troubled. Grand Vessel Garama'kum took note of this.
"Honorable Vessel Pumar'kum, is something the matter?" she asked, a look of concern in her glossy black eyes. Vessel Pumar'kum frowned, then looked towards the Grand Vessel.
"I've been collaborating with Admiral Wesen'dum about exploration around the colony, and in our scouting missions we've come across some kind of station." he stated.
"Do they pose a threat to the colony?" Garama'kum asked.
"That, I cannot entirely determine. We only know of its existence; not who inhabits it or what it's purpose is. However, the presence of an extraterrestrial intelligence may be a good thing, as maybe they might be willing to learn of The Path and spread His good will."
"All right, that would seem reasonable. When this meeting is dismissed, please order a task force to investigate the station."
"As He would permit, Grand Vessel."
Eternal Union Outpost A-5
A small Sazkarjhit warfleet quickly rocketed out of Slipspace. The group, comprised of one dozen frigates, a half dozen destroyers and a Marku-Class flagship, quickly adjusted their bearings and made steady headway to the station. In case it was a familiar species, a message was written onto a codex of every language known to the Sazkarjhit, then broadcast to the station.
"Attention,unidentified installation! This is the Sazkarjhit Outersystem Task Force 031, you are situated near an inhabited Sazkarjhit colony, please state purpose and intentions. Hostility will not be regarded lightly!"
Oh, forgot about including the Sazkarjhit God of War, which may play an important part later on.
MrFoxNews said
Being Mandalorian is being a part of their culture. There is no specific Mandalorian race.
Oh, I see, okay.
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