Nouvelle Frontier Town
The Sazkarjhit marine at the fore of the squad was a bit stunned, he turned to a soldier and mentioned something in Sazka, out loud, assuming the humans wouldn't understand what he was saying.
"They speak Terran language, however the Terrans themselves said they are not part of their federation? Peculiar..." the soldier, marked with brown striping on the armor identifying the rank of Higher Kordal ((Similar to the modern-day rank of Private First Class)), remarked.
A slightly larger Sazkarjhit, this one's armor brandishing black stripes identifying a leading rank of Captain, strode forward. "Peculiar indeed." he gruffly replied. He looked down at the man who was bowing to them as if they were some type of deity. He waited for him to stand up before looking up and down at him. The two were slightly similar. It was clear he had some sort of position of power, and he carried a small firearm while the others carried rifles. Like this man, the squad leader, Captain Suren'kum, only carried a small arm; a Type 93 Coilgun Magnum. He noticed that the man had a much more primitive looking weapon.
Captain Suren'kum at first grumbled something in Sazka, then pulled out a small tablet, folded down his helmet which sprayed chlorine vapor in the air, and launched the small thing into his gullet. After a brief fit of coughing, he stood erect, the gas fading revealing a reptilian face with an elongated snout, flacid horns that began to point out from the back of his head, and black globular eyes with two tiny white pupils focused on the soldier. His skin was a dark orange color with a yellow dot pattern running down the middle of his head and then angling down the sides in front of his eyes. He began speaking, hoping the codec in his throat mic would translate into the Terran language that the alien may or may not have spoken.
"I greet you upon the Empire of Sazkarjhia and the Peoples' Military of Sazkarjhia. I am Captain Ranan Suren'kum, leader of 1st Squad of Marine Expeditionary Sub-Brigade 3, under garrison of PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns."
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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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Nouvelle
A trio of HV-6 Sparasinta (Sparrowhawk) VTOL aircraft thundered through the mountain range, the droning of their J3 PlasmaJet engines reverberating across the tall peaks. Once they exited the range they lowered altitude to treetop level and began scouting around. That's when one of the pilots noticed a group of the blazes. As lead of the flight he designated the other two to go to the respective fires while his HV-6 quickly adjusted its bearings and began barreling over there.
Once he got closer he realized he was approaching a small town, what looked like very primitive mining equipment and warehouses comprising most of the hamlet. He touched down shortly outside, and offloaded 20 general purpose marines. The two squads wore the typical standard-issue powered armor. Each soldier was nearly seven feet tall, and brandished gunmetal-gray armor with markings identifying ranks. The only thing sticking out was the faceplate and HUD, tinted yellow from the chlorine gas cycling through the suit. The soldiers unslung their weapons. Most of the marines reached for their Type 3 Cyclonic Battery Assault Rifle, while four marksmen--two to each squad--pulled out Type 2 Designated Marksman Rifles. Two support gunners took large Type 9 Automatic Support System weapons and two antitank soldiers pulled out Type 11 Personal Anti-Armor Weapons. Once they were locked and loaded they moved from the VTOL, which began to take off as it changed course to regroup with Might of a Thousand Suns, and began striding towards the fire.
A trio of HV-6 Sparasinta (Sparrowhawk) VTOL aircraft thundered through the mountain range, the droning of their J3 PlasmaJet engines reverberating across the tall peaks. Once they exited the range they lowered altitude to treetop level and began scouting around. That's when one of the pilots noticed a group of the blazes. As lead of the flight he designated the other two to go to the respective fires while his HV-6 quickly adjusted its bearings and began barreling over there.
Once he got closer he realized he was approaching a small town, what looked like very primitive mining equipment and warehouses comprising most of the hamlet. He touched down shortly outside, and offloaded 20 general purpose marines. The two squads wore the typical standard-issue powered armor. Each soldier was nearly seven feet tall, and brandished gunmetal-gray armor with markings identifying ranks. The only thing sticking out was the faceplate and HUD, tinted yellow from the chlorine gas cycling through the suit. The soldiers unslung their weapons. Most of the marines reached for their Type 3 Cyclonic Battery Assault Rifle, while four marksmen--two to each squad--pulled out Type 2 Designated Marksman Rifles. Two support gunners took large Type 9 Automatic Support System weapons and two antitank soldiers pulled out Type 11 Personal Anti-Armor Weapons. Once they were locked and loaded they moved from the VTOL, which began to take off as it changed course to regroup with Might of a Thousand Suns, and began striding towards the fire.
Unknown Region in Nouvelle
High Marshal Surek'sum replayed the message, baffled.
"Those were the same Terrans that the prowler ran across, right?" a crew asked. Despite the covertness of the mission the blunder involving PNSS Reverence in Silence spread across the Peoples' Navy like wildfire. Regardless, Marshal Surek'sum replied with her own message.
"We thank you kindly for the assist. However we do have to ask as we had assumed we broadcast on a secure channel since we requested a support fleet. So we appreciate the help but don't be too surprised if you see a Sazkarjhit warfleet suddenly coming out of warp above you. T-" she paused for a moment as something caught the sailor's attention. It was several red and orange blazes, seen through patches through the mountains. They weren't spreading out of control, they may have been controlled. Perhaps the sign of another race.
"Alcubierre, I'm going to ask that you actually leave us planetside for the time being. I'm going to send parties out to see what the commotion is." she clicked the "STOP" key and sent the message. She then ordered a squadron of loaded Sparrowhawk VTOL aircraft to make headway towards some of the blazes for investigation.
High Marshal Surek'sum replayed the message, baffled.
"Those were the same Terrans that the prowler ran across, right?" a crew asked. Despite the covertness of the mission the blunder involving PNSS Reverence in Silence spread across the Peoples' Navy like wildfire. Regardless, Marshal Surek'sum replied with her own message.
"We thank you kindly for the assist. However we do have to ask as we had assumed we broadcast on a secure channel since we requested a support fleet. So we appreciate the help but don't be too surprised if you see a Sazkarjhit warfleet suddenly coming out of warp above you. T-" she paused for a moment as something caught the sailor's attention. It was several red and orange blazes, seen through patches through the mountains. They weren't spreading out of control, they may have been controlled. Perhaps the sign of another race.
"Alcubierre, I'm going to ask that you actually leave us planetside for the time being. I'm going to send parties out to see what the commotion is." she clicked the "STOP" key and sent the message. She then ordered a squadron of loaded Sparrowhawk VTOL aircraft to make headway towards some of the blazes for investigation.
Resident System of Nouvelle
WARNING!
WARNING!
SLIPSTREAM FAULT DETECTED. EMERGENCY EXIT PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT
DEADLY CAPACITOR DISCHARGE IMMINENT
DROP FROM SLIPSTREAM SPACE? [Y/N]
One blunder after the next... High Marshal Turek'sum groaned to herself. She firmly pressed the confirmation key, and soon the white light enveloping the viewport of the Trikolo-Class Destroyer PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns cleared as an emergency Slipstream drop was enacted. An emergency access tunnel being opened.
Slipstream Faults were common as the transition to the more "efficient" HyperJump Engine developed by the Translight Aerospace Corporation meant kinks still needed to be ironed out. It was not surprising if a single ship needed to drop from a fleetwide jump, be forced to wait a few days for the capacitors to charge again, and then make another jump to regroup.
What caught Marshal Turek'sum off her guard wasn't why the fault occurred, but where it landed them. Suddenly the destroyer was facing a large, colorful planet surface, and the ship jumped relatively close, being caught in the planet's gravity. The captain was about to order an exit burn but she realized that at their position it would heavily damage the ship. "A planetside landing it is, then." she grumbled.
The Trikolo fired a sequence of turning jets as it righted itself, a slight amount of friction being caught on its two aft stabilizing wings. As it made approach to the surface said friction increased dramatically until a burning fire enveloped the warship as it made a steady descent down. Once about 70 kilometers from the surface she ordered the ship to protract its landing pedestals and fire liftoff rockets. This was a praised versatility of the Trikolo-Class; it's able to land planetside if needed and doesn't require docking equipment most warships need. For the ship to take off, however, was a different story.
The ship had eventually reached a clearing among mountains as seen from geographical mapping systems and the ship drifted to that region. It landed on a large plateau maybe 1 or 2 kilometers in diameter, slowly and carefully touching down. After this an antenna was protruded from the top of the ship, and a support beacon for the nearest launch-capable fleet began broadcasting.
WARNING!
WARNING!
SLIPSTREAM FAULT DETECTED. EMERGENCY EXIT PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT
DEADLY CAPACITOR DISCHARGE IMMINENT
DROP FROM SLIPSTREAM SPACE? [Y/N]
One blunder after the next... High Marshal Turek'sum groaned to herself. She firmly pressed the confirmation key, and soon the white light enveloping the viewport of the Trikolo-Class Destroyer PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns cleared as an emergency Slipstream drop was enacted. An emergency access tunnel being opened.
Slipstream Faults were common as the transition to the more "efficient" HyperJump Engine developed by the Translight Aerospace Corporation meant kinks still needed to be ironed out. It was not surprising if a single ship needed to drop from a fleetwide jump, be forced to wait a few days for the capacitors to charge again, and then make another jump to regroup.
What caught Marshal Turek'sum off her guard wasn't why the fault occurred, but where it landed them. Suddenly the destroyer was facing a large, colorful planet surface, and the ship jumped relatively close, being caught in the planet's gravity. The captain was about to order an exit burn but she realized that at their position it would heavily damage the ship. "A planetside landing it is, then." she grumbled.
The Trikolo fired a sequence of turning jets as it righted itself, a slight amount of friction being caught on its two aft stabilizing wings. As it made approach to the surface said friction increased dramatically until a burning fire enveloped the warship as it made a steady descent down. Once about 70 kilometers from the surface she ordered the ship to protract its landing pedestals and fire liftoff rockets. This was a praised versatility of the Trikolo-Class; it's able to land planetside if needed and doesn't require docking equipment most warships need. For the ship to take off, however, was a different story.
The ship had eventually reached a clearing among mountains as seen from geographical mapping systems and the ship drifted to that region. It landed on a large plateau maybe 1 or 2 kilometers in diameter, slowly and carefully touching down. After this an antenna was protruded from the top of the ship, and a support beacon for the nearest launch-capable fleet began broadcasting.
Actually Abe would you be alright if I started an arc with you about how a Sazkarjhit warship might accidentally warp or suffer a slipstream space fault and land planetside or would you like to be introduced to things more slowly?
Abefroeman said
Hurry for being a backwards civilization! Bring on the alien face huggers!
Introducing Zarwaunism might change a few things.
Or start a holy war, you never know.
At least I can't say I'm the least advanced species in the RP anymore 
Trust me this has been a thing for a while.
WilsonTurner said
Not to offend or anything, but does it tire anyone else to see the same thing happen over and over? I mean no disrespect, it's just that in every reboot and such, Duck's Equestrians [and now Iscandarians] have always ended the first contact with Keyguy's humans with a peace treaty and giving free tech, every time. Meanwhile, everyone else has been, well, different. Dark originally was a relatively peaceful Triarians, and now he's a murderous hivemind.
I've seen no mention of the fact that I'm reusing Sazkarjhia so what's the beef here?
New Condia
"We humbly accept your reward. We are grateful to have fought among your ranks to help in your defense. Once we detonate the damaged ships we will leave this system. Hopefully in the future our leaders can physically meet, and collaborate to help work towards a strong and healthy alliance. May your future endeavors be fruitful, and may the just Hand of Zarwaun guide you forth!"
Small tunneling beams shot from the ships as ruptures in space were torn open to access Slipstream Space. As they began to enter, the ships rendered FUBAR were corralled together and had their nuclear detonators simultaneously set off. A large, bright blossom of fire enveloped the ships. After the powerful shockwave resonated across space, and the corona of nuclear fire settled, all that was left was a debris field of molten metal and an intensely concentrated pocket of ionizing radiation.
Terran Contact
"We formally thank you for your benignity. It's rare that such a nation encounters an alien one and acts so peacefully upon it. We will make contact if we need to regarding the actions of placing a station in your system. Once again, thank you for what you have done."
"We humbly accept your reward. We are grateful to have fought among your ranks to help in your defense. Once we detonate the damaged ships we will leave this system. Hopefully in the future our leaders can physically meet, and collaborate to help work towards a strong and healthy alliance. May your future endeavors be fruitful, and may the just Hand of Zarwaun guide you forth!"
Small tunneling beams shot from the ships as ruptures in space were torn open to access Slipstream Space. As they began to enter, the ships rendered FUBAR were corralled together and had their nuclear detonators simultaneously set off. A large, bright blossom of fire enveloped the ships. After the powerful shockwave resonated across space, and the corona of nuclear fire settled, all that was left was a debris field of molten metal and an intensely concentrated pocket of ionizing radiation.
Terran Contact
"We formally thank you for your benignity. It's rare that such a nation encounters an alien one and acts so peacefully upon it. We will make contact if we need to regarding the actions of placing a station in your system. Once again, thank you for what you have done."
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