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In Per Aspera Ad Astra - Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
@duck55223 The sun Sol and the history of the Earth are MAJOR THEMES in the plotline. Not going with humans would completely destroy the entire thing. The incoherent italics speech would be moot without being human, and so much more as well.
In Per Aspera Ad Astra - Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Durandal eeemo.net
In Per Aspera Ad Astra - Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
Mindscrew nation go.
Everything in the app is intentional. This is not a traditional nation. For you guys, my posts will mainly be mindscrew with an unreliable narrator, also with some coherent stuff if anybody ever explores any ancient ruins or finds an artefact in a place they thought was empty.


In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
Sirisai, Province of Saseice, 2900



Smoke and blood filled the air. The trenches had recently taken a bombardment, and many lay wounded. The crack of a railgun's slug could be heard every once and a while, a testament to the brutal war between the Empire of Shelishi and Niiserian empire. The reasons for the war had long since been forgotten, leaving the two empires to drain their own manpower in a pointless punch-out. In the province of Saseice, the most brutal of the fighting had taken place, miles upon miles of trenches visible.

The soldiers were weary. The young and old had been conscripted as well, supplementing the depleted manpower of the two armies. Meanwhile, Schale circled like a vulture. Ready to steal from the two weakened sides. It was the ending of a particularly bloody war, another generation fed to the meat grinder. A tragedy. Lost opportunity.



Nipomi sat in her trench, her arms shaking. Shrapnel occasionally flew overhead, pinging off her helmet. In the young Resomi's hands was a single-shot railgun, a packet of slugs in her pack. The Niiserian Empire's trenches had recently suffered a bombardment, and soon they would be over the top in a charge. A suicide charge, every soldier knew that full well; But you didn't cross the officers of the Empire of Shelishi. They thought it would work, and the grunts were along for the ride.

The sound of railguns filled the air as several rapid-fire railgun emplacements fired towards the enemy trenches, a final measure to ensure they were truly dead. The other side was eerily silent, not a single slug coming from it. No matter. The whistle call went up. Across miles of trench, Resomi climbed out of the trenches and charged the line. Thousands of men and women, all in an open field of barbed wire and the dead nobody was brave enough to recover.

The silence was too good to be true. All across the enemy line, railguns lit up. Machinegun emplacements opened fire, firing flurries of slugs across the field. The unlucky were fatally wounded. The lucky instantly vaporized by the horrifying force of an incredible number of slugs. Across the line, thousands of men and women charged the enemy line, and thousands of men and women died. The survivors, the smart few, took cover behind mounds of snow and dirt. One of those few was Nipomi.

She could do nothing but scream. Scream for what exactly an unanswerable question. Scream for the fallen? Or perhaps in response to the shrapnel as slugs impacted the ground at terrifying speeds? Perhaps a scream of frustration, frustration that the officers would send them to their deaths so? Whatever the reason, one thing was clear, and that was she screamed. Others screamed as well, others instead returning fire. Those few that returned fire were brought a quick end at the hands of the incredible firepower posed before them.

The attack was as decisive as it was devastating. Almost everyone who had left the trench were dead or wounded. Many of the wounded were doomed not to survive. But yet, the troops of the Niiserian empire did not advance. There remained the machinegun emplacements of the Shileshi empire, and they were not about to make the same mistake. A brutal blow to the Empire of Shileshi. An astounding victory, though a temporary one, for the Niiserian empire. Within moments, thousands of soldiers were out of the picture.

It was no matter in the end. The Empire of Shelishi would pull up reserves from the backmost trenches. In time, the Shileshi were destined to deal the same blow to the Niiserian empire. All in a pointless war, with pointless victories and pointless defeats. The only result achieved was the mass death of the Resomi.

Nipomi cowered behind the snow and dirt, trying not to be noticed. It was all she could do, all the survivors could do. It was unlikely she could return to the trenches without being shot, and unlikely she would be recovered. She would have to wait, perhaps without any chance of living. Such was the war.

And so it continued.



The Endeavor, Space




"This is mission control, a week into the flight of the Endeavor. It's silent in mission control. Director Esche has ordered the beginning of the deceleration," the voice paused, as a series of people responded with, 'go!'.
"This is mission control. Endeavor, you are clear for deceleration. Good luck."

The ship lurched as the deceleration began. After this, the ship would take the rest of the year to recharge the FTL drives. Meanwhile, in the various offices of the diplomats onboard, they prepared for whatever they would find in this new system. Unfortunately for them, it would be nothing. Various other representatives scurried about, keeping the ship in working order. It was truly at the cutting edge of Resomi technology.
In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
I remember @Keyguyperson from other RPs we've participated in, years back. I recommend him fully.
In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
The New League of Empires, Sae, Empire of Shelishi


2900




The splendorous city of Sae was a jewel of the Empire of Shelishi, a symbol of their imperial might. Merchants ran to and fro through its great markets, the streets bustling with people far and wide. It was only fitting that the New League of Empires, the most powerful council on the planet, would make it's home there. Not that all of the members agreed to it, of course. There had been wars fought over where to place the council. It was a miracle it had not fallen apart yet.

Despite these adversities, it persisted. The empires would rather consolidate their power and wealth, rather than break up the league with their infighting and bickering, leaving them all vulnerable to any coalitions that would spring up to combat their glory. And now the assembly was deciding on one of the most important decisions ever made. To go to space. To explore the unknown, to supplement the limited wealth on Sirisai.



Rari rubbed his eyes as words droned on from the speaker of the assembly, "... Therefore come fifty years, there will not be enough on Sirisai to support us. The limited wealth will be fully distributed, and yet many will still need wealth distributed. It simply..," he droned out the speaker's words. He wrote the damn speech, he didn't have to listen to it. Rari knew that the speech would work. It had to work. He tuned the speaker back in.

"In conclusion, we, the Empire of Shelishi, collectively, believe it is time we left our cradle. It is time we grasp out to what is rightfully ours, the wealth in the stars. Let this planet not be our tomb. Let it be our jewel. Our jewel to the great accomplishments of every empire in this room," the speaker finished. Within moments, the room filled with applause. When the time for the vote came, very few people voted against it. It was a veritable landslide victory.

After the applause had died down, the speaker continued. "Gentleman of all three empires in the room, we have a surprise for you," he continued, "in orbit, is the vessel named the Endeavor. An exploration vessel, it includes all state of the art technology we have access to. Not only that, but it is large enough to hold a hundred Resomi safely. Truly, this is a scale not seen before on spacecraft," the man finished. It elicited a response from the crowd, amazement radiating from them.

The presentation screen revealed the ship. A massive project, it required orbital construction. The Endeavor floated idly in orbit, awaiting a crew and orders. "We plan for the launch to happen within the week. The Empire of Shelishi will answer any questions the public has. Your empires will be required to provide 25 crewmen, while Shelishi provides 50. As we--" suddenly, the speaker was interrupted. From the crowd, a representative of the Niiserian Empire had made his voice known. "This is hardly fair! We agreed together on this furtherment of our species, why should," he paused, as though trying to get something distasteful out of his mouth, "the Empire of Shelishi get the most representation?"

Voices raised across the room, some in agreement, some the opposite. Argument began to fill the air, as the speaker desperately tried to regain order. Rari sighed. He should've known that it would have caused an argument. He should've known that the other empires wouldn't agree to such representation. Now the entire concept could be in jeopardy, as arguments usually lead to wars. Picking himself up off his chair, he went up to the speaker podium. The original speaker stepped to the side, letting Rari up. He tapped the microphone once. Twice. A horrible noise came from the speakers, eliciting a sudden, hushed silence, only broken by the occasional groan of pain from the noise.

"I apologize for the transgression. It was a faux pas. I would like you all to consider a new idea; Twenty five people from each empire, and the last remaining 25 slots being filled by various representatives from the minor nations," he spoke into the microphone as over a hundred eyes watched him. The room filled with approval, some eager, others merely a hushed and defeated mumble of defiance.



The time had come. After several days, the preparations were complete. From multiple launchpads within the empires of Sirisai, representatives from across the globe filed into rockets. They had spent the last few days being prepared for this moment, when the rockets took off to dock at the ship. People from across the glove watched, news would be made this day. Each empire transmitted the views of their respective rockets, and each empire prepared for history in the making.

The Endeavor stood, a silent titan, ready to be filled with the crewmen and representatives of the species.

And so the rockets launched, bringing with them payloads of crew. From each part of the globe, they launched far into the sky, enroute for the ship. It would be a day's process, the actual launch of the Endeavor would not happen until the next day. Nevertheless, excitement and wonder overtook Sirisai. The beginning of a new era, a space-age.



The entire compliment of crew had been loaded onto the Endeavor. Running through it's final checks, Resomi ran from place to place. Nothing could go wrong, not in the maiden journey. Meanwhile, the representatives prepared speeches, prepared their dress choices. Representing the empires was not an easy job, and each and every one of them was the best the empires had to offer.

The ship was ready. Nothing more could be prepared for. Millions of people glued their eyes to their TV sets, a million eyes watched an orbital camera's feed of the Endeavor. It was time. The engines flared once, the ship lurched forward, and then the FTL kicked in. The Endeavor suddenly caught speed, flying out of view within moments. The maiden voyage had begun.
In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
CIVILIZATION NAME: The Resomi

CHARACTERISTIC 1 -- Industrious: Long have our people toiled, understanding that work is freedom. [+1 Labor Per Population]

CHARACTERISTIC 2 -- Savvy: Our people are some of the slickest dealers and traders. [Tourism / Trade generates +2 Income/Turn]

GOVERNMENT NAME: The New League of Empires

10 RANDOM CITIZEN NAMES (First & Last if Plausible):

Liteshe Eeari
Tera Sete
Liri Mace
Icasheta Senerira
Ceshe Cilishi
Shesache Nicasheche
Schima Rasaschie
Schama Leri
Eiimi Eanane
Sea Ceimishe

HOMEWORLD: Sirisai

SUBSEQUENT COLONIES: None

CIVILIZATION DESCRIPTION:





EDIT: Oh and hyper-realistic picture:


Here's a cuter version. Thanks to Ryuujin0 for Avali pictures.
In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
<Snipped quote by ClocktowerEchos>

If by that you mean borrowing metric ass tons of money and never paying it back, then yes.


I'm imagining all the spaceships in the space parking lot of the space gas station going missing. What's left? A slip of paper. What's scribbled on it? A picture of some kind of green man giving some indeterminate loot of some sort to the gas station. An orc IOU. Too bad it's never getting paid back.

In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Boop_Im_A_Dragon Bird-raptor people check your privileges!!!

No but really 2 of everything wooo
In A Hostile Galaxy [Science Fiction Civilization Political Simulator] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
Sure, I'll bite. Bring in the Resomi during their chaotic pre-imperial age.

CIVILIZATION NAME: The Resomi

CHARACTERISTIC 1 -- Industrious: Long have our people toiled, understanding that work is freedom. [+1 Labor Per Population]

CHARACTERISTIC 2 -- Savvy: Our people are some of the slickest dealers and traders. [Tourism / Trade generates +2 Income/Turn]

GOVERNMENT NAME: The New League of Empires

10 RANDOM CITIZEN NAMES (First & Last if Plausible):

Liteshe Eeari
Tera Sete
Liri Mace
Icasheta Senerira
Ceshe Cilishi
Shesache Nicasheche
Schima Rasaschie
Schama Leri
Eiimi Eanane
Sea Ceimishe

HOMEWORLD: Sirisai

SUBSEQUENT COLONIES: None

CIVILIZATION DESCRIPTION:





EDIT: Oh and hyper-realistic picture:


Here's a cuter version. Thanks to Ryuujin0 for Avali pictures.
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