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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Kyelin said
Thanks guys, it means a lot to hear all your comforting words ^^So, what is the general status of the Ethereals? Did they just disappear, or were they defeated? I don't mind, just curious :3


Well, all space with Etherals has frozen. As in to say, there has not been a single post regarding Etherals, so you can pick up wherever, if you'd like.

Cause we all're here for ya... I hope we are, that is. I had a breakdown too, once upon a time, so you're not alone! Just remember that- maybe lonely, but never alone.
Ya, but Duck's magic just WORKS, against everyone, remember? If he uses magic to translate his voice, it TRANSLATES, regardless, and if we say we can't hear it as the right language, it's us ignoring him. 'member?
Duck's Iscandarians turned from Good to Chaos and are now trying to be Draconians and take over everyone who isn't them. Shot up a bunch of Terrans above Nouvelle, shot up a Nouvellian village, took a couple Septonians hostage, nearly started another war with the Valkians. Stuff like that.
You're dealing with magic. That means necromancy, neuromancy, etc., which means they could, because it's magic, go in to someone's mind and manipulate it at will. To kill oneself would be the only way to truly keep the information out of their hands- only willpower could delay neuromancy.
Apollo, they are soldiers, are they not? Perhaps they have some kind of cyanide pill in the guise of teeth or somesuch, for that exact situation.
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duck55223 said
I will edit out the cruisers ramming but I have this to say.I am not interested in fighting you. Your idea of good story where there exists constant war for no reason. Oh and in my experience you will power-game, godmod, and pull shit out of your ass to win.And again you call me unoriginal. If there is anyone who should be blamed it is MrFoxNews. He did not even write his own app, he copied anf pased it from a wiki. And what is the point of writing a nicer rant if you include the mean one anyways?


A) Cruisers, thank you.
B) Me, trying to go for constant war. -snip long reply- You're the one that is getting into wars with EVERYONE, and I am the one that repeated warned you to STOP warring so I WOULDN'T have to war, and every battle I have fought was either a writing exercise, challenge, and example, or in self-defense. Sure, I love the good written battle, but I don't want to just endlessly fight, unlike you. Don't say I'm the warring one- you are, and you know it.
C) Mr. Fox News has not used the exact same thing, with a couple minor changes that affect next to nothing, for, idk, a dozen roleplays?
D) It's only fair if people see my in-the-moment hate and then see that I can actually be nicer.

In regards to that shipyards and all that, you can produce ships faster than you can produce crewmen to operate them. AND when there are a great many fleets, you need to have a much higher food production, since several years' worth of food and other supplies must be loaded onto the ships so that it can take extended voyages and not have everyone starve.
For all those who managed to see my message before I changed my mind, congrats.

Instead, I removed both my angry rant and my revised nice-rant with its request, and am instead just going to respond in IC accordingly.
EmFell

Near the center of the island stood a single, solitary mountain, straining up into the sky, as if aspiring to touch the heavens. Within its depths had once resided one of the great Dwarven cities- massive constructs built over hundreds of years. Like every other Dwarven city, it had been very mysteriously emptied, so sudden that one day it was normal, and the next day, devoid of all life. The mountain was bordered on the east by a lake, which in turn, had rivers running the short ways into the sea.

A dragon now resided within the largest chamber of the dwarven cave, several great holes struck in the side of the cavern to the exterior of the mountain, providing light during the day, and a circulation of air. Through one of these airvents was also a road- the largest, and one of the few that really entered the city proper. It was through this opening that the dragon would come in and out- all other entrances were either too small, and too high up to effectively grab and climb through. And it was through this tunnel that the dragon was now stomping through, tail dragging across the ground, too heavy to keep it up, due to the dragon's weariness and lack of energy.

EmFell emerged from his cave, wings loosely folded against his back, tail sweeping behind him, marking a polished, well-smoothed spot where the dragon had dragged his tail every other day for hundreds of years. The Great Black, finally reaching the sunlight again, climbed atop a large rock outside the dwarven tunnel's mouth, laying himself upon it and letting the sun clean his scales. It felt better than any water- somehow the warmth just seemed to reach in and knock loose any rock that's stuck between his weakening scale. He stretched luxuriously after some hours of sunning himself, the sun now fully retaking its sky-throne, and EmFell let out a roar of pleasure. A rather small one, in his mind, but a dragon's voice carried far, and so the roar billowed across the island as a slow, low roar.

After releasing his omen of the day, he began the walk down the rocky mountainside- it's close to the bottom and there's an old Dwarven road to make things easier- towards the lake, he couldn't help but wonder- he detected ever-so-faint traces of something foreign. If he had just arrived to this island, or had lived here for only a couple years, then it wouldn't be noticeable at all. However, centuries spent on an unchanging island, where every scent was the same, had sharpened his sense for anything different.

But it didn't matter to him. Reaching the lakeside, his mind, slow as it is on such repetitive, mindless days, simply shut down, and he went on with fishing- sitting his bulk half on the shore, half in the water, with his head barely above the water as far out as his neck would allow. At random intervals, based on when fish came to see what the great black rock was doing hovering above, he'd stab down with an open mouth, and snap it shut. Fish would try to wriggle out between his teeth, and some would succeed, and the ones that were left went down his gullet, whole and still wriggling.

EmFell rather liked the feeling.
Vala'keer


After, oh, half an hours' wait with the unknown person sitting next to the unconscious Blademaster, his eyes just opened. There was nothing special, they just opened, and he looked up into the sky, and he wondered why the sky looked different and he was laying in sand and not mud and why he wasn't dead- taking a nap in the mud means getting eaten by parasitic flesh-eating worms and bugs that thrive in it- and why everything smelled different. Then everything came back, and if he could, he may have even shed a tear.

Several seconds passed before he was aware of a presence beside him. His flicked towards the source of the second set of lungs, and nearly recoiled in shock.

A human.

But then it filtered through his mind- just one human. Just one. And he was no match for one human.

So with a strangled, weak roar, he rose shakily, and drew his sword, fully intending to cleave the human where it sat. It may have spared his life by not slitting his throat, but it was a human- and humans are evil and never to be trusted again.

It hadn't even crossed his mind that it wasn't.
Some distance behind the Nouvelle-facing Prowler
Energy fluctuated wildly as seven ships came out of warpspace. Three Varrens lead the way, headed only by an Explorer, the last to leave the Valkian home system, with only four left in the home system, one exploring. Behind the four military ships were two obviously civilian ship- a weak passenger ship, presumably with Valkian people on it, though it's actually filled with about half its capacity of soldiers, and the other half filled with military equipment, ranging from walkers to ammunition and construction or repair drones.

The other civilian ship was a freighter. While a freighter, when without cargo, really resembles a bridge, a very large stubby cylinder that contains the primary engines, and the thorium reactor, with a long 'stick' of clamp-studded steel girders. When at full capacity, it rivaled the size of an Explorer, with either hard goods, such as supplies, ammunition, or otherwise, in large rectangular containers, or liquid goods, such as highly-concentrated liquid thorium or water, stored in large ball containers.

Behind all of these, as if it were the highest priority to NOT be harmed, was a ship similar to the freighter, except obviously much more sophisticated and refined, with only four large, long containers positioned on the front half of the ship. More numerous engines glowed from its rear, and point defense turrets could be seen on it, as well as four external Swarmer missile launchers. In comparison to all Valkian military ships, it was remarkably unarmored or unarmed, and showed signs of it just recently being finished in the drydock. The point defense turrets showed signs of a skilled designer, but only in construction, not in theory. They were rough in theory, single-barreled light railguns, designed to take down Draconian fighters... in theory and simulation. The ship was naught but a prototype, and not built with the best of materials, due to it being built in secret.

But it held a great deal of drones, and that means that if there were a fight, it might be useful for a back-up plan... if it worked correctly. The skeleton crew aboard were all volunteers, and had all advocated that it would be combat-effective, even with civilian-grade armor and tech, instead of the stuff used on military vehicles. Either way, the twenty drone commanders- each commanding ten drones at one time- and the single Primary Drone Commander, who coordinates them all, were very optimistic- they thought that they could do anything, with their drones, and not take any harm. Maybe they were right.

The fleet, coming out of warp a mere three kilometers from the creeping alien Prowler (Darkwolf), immediately began moving forward with all active sensors offline, besides an initial scan of the space surrounding it. Finding nothing, meaning that they skipped right over the foreign vessel without detecting it, they moved forward under light stealth.

Their destination was most obviously Nouvelle, and their origin was most obviously out-of-system.

Queen Sabine and the Nouvelle Diplomatic Conference
duck55223 said
"Oh? They deployed forces to the ground? I was never made aware of this, this must be some rogue military commander acting on his own. It has happened several times in the past." spoke Tullen.


At this, the Tinkerer hissed, speaking with an unknown emotion in his voice- a Valkians' voiced emotion is different from an aliens' completely different one, "Just like how your most prominent, most decorated, most well-known and most prestigious leaders decided to attack a completely innocent and vulnerable race for little reason? Rogue commanders happening all the time is a weakness, is a sign of a lack of discipline and loyalty- the opposite of what you might claim."

"My people in orbit will rid the system of this 'rogue' commander, but I suggest that you return to your dropship and stay there. I have no way of ensuring that you are not with your peoples' tendency to try and kill everyone you meet, and so I ask that you leave immediately. I will make no attempt at secrecy with this- you are a risk to the Queen of this planet. Queen Sabine, if you would please retreat to a safe bunker of some sort. If the battle above turns to war, your safety is priority. If you will not leave, then I will order reinforcements to do so immediately. Do not make this difficult, Iscandarians, my people have no wish for war. Unfortunately, your people seem bent on the opposite of that statement."

With this, the Valkian turned to the Queen, eyes fiercely alight with an anger that gave them a red tint. "Queen Sabine, if you would allow, I would like to accompany you."

Nouvellian Orbit
The Explorer, still guarding its Varren charge, got the momentary beam from the hidden reinforcements, and launched its next phase. The reinforcing fleet arrived just in time for the first Explorer to beam a message to the Eternal Union fleet.
Attention Eternal Union Personnel and Command. We have come to the conclusion that you are purposely attempting to ignite war against multiple nations, and that you have no disregard for law or order except for your own. Due to your lack of compliance in your illegal activities in foreign territory, it has come to the point where warnings are no longer acceptable. All Eternal Union vessels are hereby marked as hostile until otherwise revised. Intervention is now necessary.

With this, four Varrens turned about forty dual railgun turrets against the Iscandarian fleet, an amount of firepower that would heavily damage or destroy even an Explorer if half the rounds hit. The two Explorers began advancing on the Eternal Union ships, while the Droneship, emitting a series of disruption software that would possibly distort the position of itself and the Varrens behind it, as well as provide it with additional data of the space around it. Filled with about two hundred experimental drones, each armed with a small particle cannon, a small experimental antimatter power cell, a series of thrusters, a gyroscope that took up most of its center, and yet another experimental device attached to the back. This part made it so expensive- a small microwarp system, similar to sublight, that would allow the drones to deploy much farther away from its mothership, allowing Droneships to stay safely removed from combat while commanding the swarm in real-time, disrupting enemy communications and scans with its own electronic warfare devices. It was insanely fragile when compared to even a Valkian freighter, but was probably as heavily armored as a scout of another nation.
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