WilsonTurner

New Order v. 2.0

Ahem
Could perhaps a group technically "own" land, similar to that of a nation? Not exactly governing and having national rights and control over it, but just having the land where anyone that isn't wanted is trespassing and the like. It would be nice to have a sea-based group with territory here and there along the coast of the Atlantic Ocean for refueling and the use of secrets stuff, if there are any.

I'm stupid
Read everything but the Assets tab thingy

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

From my point of view, the entire war is being played out quite stupidly and selfishly. Most every post is "I fired and did this much damage, and that attempt to fire at me was blocked easily. haha."

For example, Duck, you basically said: "My planetary shields were, of course, online and so everything was repelled with absolutely no damage. With these superpowerful shields up, my fleets opened fire and began carving enemy ships apart like a laser knife through butter."

I thought the rule [if it was ever put down, or was it just an unspoken rule?] was that you say "I fired this, this, and this at Team B's ships," and so the person controlling Team B says "I took damage here, here, and here, and lost # ships. In return, I fired this, this, and that in a counterattack, and moved to fire broadside for more weapons range and firerate."

That's how I thought it was, but correct me if I'm wrong.

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Supreme Observance of the Systems War
3 Supreme Warships, truly massive ships that alone could wipe out the current standard amount of ships that equal a 'fleet', easily powerful enough to ignore anything fired at it, folded into the system. The space-time continuum rippled behind the ships, as if they were a bobber abruptly pulled out of the smooth, glass-like surface of a calm pond. Each of the ships were surrounded by 80 Corvettes, flying in formations of five Covettes each, circling their motherships. Blue hard-light tails appeared from their engines, a purposeful side effect that both adds to their aesthetic value, and allows them to criss-cross the path of an enemy fighter or ship, and cause damage before the hardlight softens back into regular light, and then into nothing.

No message was sent from the hulking dark-blue ships, but there was no sign of aggression from them, suggesting that they mean not to be aggressive.

Note:
The size of a Supreme Warship would be enough to fit tens of millions of people inside. They are Warships primarily because the more Supremes there are, the more psionic energy is at hand. In addition, it's really just easier to have giant gun-laden ships that also serve as the population centers, rather than having separate civilian ships, and military ships. Three is an unusual amount to see at one place except the central fleet. Currently, if all the people fighting in the system banded together and started shooting at the Supremes, the Supremes would win. Remember, mind you, they were formidable back when fleets numbered in the thousands, fifty thousand years prior.

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I'm fiddling with peoples.

By the way, wouldn't that really blood giant Supreme ship that has done absolutely nothing but spin slowly be a point of interest?
I was gone for quite some time, but I'm back now. Just pretend all the diplomat stuff went well and... stuff.

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Aboard the Universal Supreme Collective Inter-Galactic Passive Cruiser at approximately 78 trillion lightyears away from Earth...

President Dmitri, as he was known to all Supremes, awoke. Unbeknownst to him, he was not Dmitri himself, but a clone. However, he had felt like the day when a Supreme possessed Draconian latching onto his throat was just yesterday, and he must of blacked out and been taken... somewhere. He glanced around the room, taking in his distinctly human surroundings, comforted by the lack of alien influence. Shaking, he reached a hand out of what was some kind of tube. Looking up, he could see the lip of a glass seal, where it raised up to admit the cold air of the room to his warm embrace of whatever liquid and life support that he had been on.

Dmitri pulled himself out of the slippery tube, leaving the stasis shield that it had, and he fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering as the liquid in his lungs suddenly was affected by the ship's artificial gravity. As he cleared his lungs of the transparent fluid that had sustained him for thousands of years in a dark unconsciousness, clarity began filling his mind in the strangest ways. Knowledge he never thought even existed, even in the most far-fetched science fiction.

After laying on the floor for some time, minutes, hours, he finally stopped processing information that had just been streamed into his head. As he came to a full consciousness, without the all-consuming processing of foreign information, he rose from the ground, unsteady. As he rose to his full height, feeling a distinct lack of any real amount of fat, and instead finding himself leaner with really only muscle, again an effect of the chamber, he found that another sense was sharpened.

"Good Morning, Dmitri. I take it you slept well?" echoed a female voice, soft and warm, though with the slight edge of an AI that was just noticeable enough to let him know it wasn't an actual person speaking. Immediately latching onto the voice in the midst of confusion and disorientation of his predicament, he forced his vocal cords into use. Rasping, he asked, "Where am I?"
"Among friends and in a safe place. No harm will come to you unless it is of your own doing."
"But where?"
"A very, very far galaxy, in a very large ship, in orbit around a planet completely of water. The core, the surface, everything is water. Superdense water acts as the solid in the core; a layer of ice on the outside acts as the crust. The ship we currently are in just refilled its fresh water stocks from the completely and totally pure water source."
Dmitri thought very hard about his memory, about what he remembered, and asked, "Why can't I remember anything? No faces, no names, friends or family?"
"We were unsure about your reactions with such people in mind with news of their current status, and so we wished to keep you from having past affiliations to ensure that you do not become emotionally or mentally unstable."

Dmitri immediately picked up on the We of that sentence, meaning that there was a group working to keep him here and alive, and not just a protocol or somesuch. "Are you sentient, and what has happened to the people that I should know?"
"They are all dead, and I am sentient, in a way."
"How did they die?"
"They died either from natural causes, or from the invasion that had started soon after the moment we managed to replicate your DNA and mind, and created a new you. The invasion was of a race that had been dubbed the 'Reapers.' In terms of which side lost the most, the Reapers won. In terms of which side remained standing, the Milky Way and affiliated won."
"And so I'm the last of a race from their golden era?"
A much warmer, more positive "Yees" greeted him this time. For some reason, it lifted Dmitri a little to hit something that made this consciousness in a better mood.
"And what of you? You're a consciousness with a voice of a human, and an artificial consciousness is based off of the race it was made from or for. Why human? What are you called?"
"My creators programmed me to serve you, and to help you with whatever you may choose. I take orders from you first, and my creators second, according to my internal protocol. While I am not a complete human intelligence, due to lack of knowledge, which my creators have continually denied that they didn't know enough, I have chosen a name. I am ACIPU-A7j612, but I have chosen to be called 'Amy.'"
Nodding to himself, Dmitri asked, "So where can I get some descent clothing and some chow? I have more questions but I'd prefer to get some things done first."

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Sorry, Sorry
4-H Texas Congress [Mock Congress in the Capital Building in Austin] among other things [included just a plain unwanting to edit my walloftext app] has kept me from finishing my edits.

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Forced Data Upload to LIV Terminator through Anonymous Source, marked with the Supreme icon.
Received Files:
Sublight Engine Drives [Cruiser-type, Destroyer-type, Ramming-type, Corvette-type] for extreme acceleration.
Sublight Antimatter Missiles. Very powerful missiles that could surely end the life of any Capital ship it hits. Should one be able to see the enemy ship, the moment they fire is the moment the missile hits. Very costly, though.
Sublight Energy Transformation [From generic solar or regular electricity to power the Sublight Engines]
Maximum Voltage Solar Panels, that produce enough power to rival many human ways of energy production. Inside the blueprints and data file is a note explaining that it has to be within close orbit to a sun similar to the Milky Ways', at an orbit just inside Old Mercury's. Costly, though.

Forced-retrieved files stolen:
Everything on alien contact(s).

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Diplomatic Actions
All Diplomats had pretty much been in a remote stasis, immovable and untouchable, floating an inch or so off the ground in a light blue transparent cloud, eyes frozen and mouths locked into an expression of tension.

Far away in the place known as "Elsewhere"
A human, dressed in combat fatigues with woven carbon-titanium fatigues and carbon-titanium armor plating, with powerful automatics that fire rounds in a hailstorm of supersonic armor-piercing/incendiary rounds [Punching through anything while leaving fire], equipped with drum mags, grenades, night-vision, infrared, and several other sight-types that they have no idea what they do, and a combat knife that's more like a shortsword strapped to their waist, looked down the long, empty... ish dark tunnel cautiously, 5 other similarly-dressed soldiers standing at various points throughout the tunnel: along the wall, right behind him, on the catwalk dangling from the ceiling, etc.

The 5 humans were a squad; they didn't know each other, but they did know the chain of command. They also knew that they had randomly woken up from what felt like a really long, deep sleep, found themselves in unfamiliar, insanely advanced technology, and in a tunnel that looked to be a very old tunnel for at least two very large subway trains... they think. 2 sets of rails ran down the middle of the tunnel, with a concrete walkway lining both sides, occasionally switching to a titanium-link catwalk where there were drain-off gates for what appeared to be sewer water. Why that was in a subway tunnel, they had no idea.

"Switch to infrared," the newly-designated Squad Leader called.
The other four, listening in through the crisp, pristine voice channel, responded, "Switching to infrared now."
One said, "Movement up ahead," and another said, "Movement on our six."
Then, "What the [beep] are these guys? Why the [beep] was I just censored? What the [beep]?!"
"We've got reds taking up defensive positions in front and behind of us!"
"If we want to survive, I'd bet on those sewer tunnels."
"Why?"
"Because we're being played, so we might as well-" His talk was ended with a snap, as something inside the marines' circle, all of them facing OUTWARD, violently twisted the man's head so hard that it separated head from body. The head, red-tinted visored helmet and all, found its target, and knocked another soldier hard enough into the wall that his vision black for a moment, giving enough time for the unseen enemy to sprint up to it and punch the soldier hard enough to cave in the thickest part of the chest armor, crushing every single one of his ribs, and most of his internal organs.
The next moment found the chestplate and a good portion of the second marines' chest splattering onto the head of another soldier, covering him with his acquaintances' chest.

By that time, at least one other squad mate had realized what the sounds were, and opened fire on the humanoid, thick-skinned Supreme. The rounds tore through the Supreme, passing straight through him and setting several stomach-like sacks inside his body alight, the gas produced burning at a slow rate. The heavy gas poured out of the now-dead Supreme, making it look like streams of blue fire was pouring of the body as it fell to the ground. Horrified, the remaining 3 soldiers, one soaked in blood, turned to take in the massacre of their squad leader and smart-[beep!].

Moments later, the were overrun from the North by another Supreme. Too shocked to respond fast enough, the squad became a meal, and after the Supreme had his fill, he was teleported back to a waiting station, where his much-needed built-up violence had finally gone away, and he was ready to return to active service.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

"The guy" smiled at them. Speaking softly, calming his anxiety and fear, he says, "Hey hey hey, calm down, I ain't here to raid you guys. You might want to drop that bow; you might end up pulling a muscle with how long you're drawing it back. And a shotgun is ill-advised," he advises, gesturing to the neighboring yard, "There's like a dozen Clickers over there, so even though you'd get me, you'd probably bring the entire neighborhood down here for a party. And empty my pockets? Hell no, you'd probably just grab all my stuff, put an arrow in my throat, retrieve it, and then leave me for dead after grabbing all my stuff. Besides, if I get shot, you can bet that I'll be screaming at the top of my lungs. Low pain threshold, ya know?" At this, his expression turns more pleading, rather than pleasant.

"I don't want to die as much as you guys don't, me thinks. I can lead the way, and you can have a gun to my back, if you just don't kill and loot me. Ya?"

Void of the Stars II: Return to the Stars [Sci-Fi] [Always Accepting]

Equiis
The first Supreme inclined his head in recognition of the forethought, and turned to the Princesses.
"In that case, Princesses, we apologize. Or at least, I do. My companion is not so inclined to... stop it!"
This last phrase was directed at the second Supreme, who was now smiling evilly at the Princesses. However, at the command, he immediately became the picture of Supreme solitude and inner-peace, having a faint smile [in Supreme terms] on his face, eyes twinkling with an inner kindly light. Immediately, the second Supreme spoke.
"So... conducting a meeting with the Alexandrians. We admit, we do not have much knowledge of them. They are new to us. You, however, well... we have known all of you before. Let me show you a very real place, that we currently hold as our own."

A moment later, nothing changed. However, to the Supreme Diplomatic party, and to the Princesses and the High Archmage, the very place they were standing changed. By manipulating the nerve system, the Supreme had allowed them to see, smell, and feel the old, magnificent throne room on what has become Old Equiis. They could see several Supremes, wrapped in a protective armorsuit, restoring the chambers, the massive chambers, pillared and tiled, more magnificent than the one that they had previously been in. Moments later, the real-time manipulation that let them see across the stars let them see as the Supreme-installed Supreme holographic installations start: all between the pillars that flank the deep red carpet that lead to the thrones, the exact same thrones that the Princesses sat on, with the exact same color scheme, were major planets of the old Equestrian Empire, with information with strange symbols lining them, Supreme Symbols.

After a minute watching the throne room being restored, the Supreme ended the manipulation, returning them to their actual location.
"We are restoring Equiis. The one before this one. All your technology was destroyed, of course, from some plaque that destoryed anything magical, which, we admit, was very disappointing. But the Old Equiis is very much more suited for inhabitations, now. We have restored many cities, and while most Equestrian digital history was lost, we have found a great deal of information in libraries, and have taken liberties as to restoring it.

We have your past, your ancestors' legacy. But, it is not yours anymore. To see it yourself will require a great deal from you, so that we know you will not eradicate another race to reach such a golden age."

The first Supreme was, well, startled, and looked at his brother in profound and distinct astonishment and shock, and just a little awe. No one else has been able to manipulate a mind without invading, or having any real study. The other four had simply taken a battle stance, legs spread out, obviously disoriented and confused.