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[mainiac]

My delusions of being good at this game were clearly misplaced.  I allowed rebels to overrun my lab, losing my tech.  Anybody wanna sell me basic techs?

Also, sent.

[Margrave]

Don't kick yourself too badly, if there was ever a time to lose your tech base this is probably the best right at the beginning.

Lemme see what rolls around when the turn comes back to me. I'm sure we can make a deal. I'm the al-Malik, we have the best prices.

[Il Palazzo]

Turn sent.

Lemme see what rolls around when the turn comes back to me. I'm sure we can make a deal. I'm the al-Malik, we have the best prices.

I'm the Hazat, we've got the best technology.

[Kebooo]

Turn sent.

[Aqizzar]

Turn sent.  One of these days, I'm actually going to get it out on the day that I got it.

[Margrave]

Turn sent.

[mainiac]

The eagerness of people to sell me tech at insane markups is truly heartwarming.  However I'm not gonna really pay huge prices for basic techs...

Turn sent.

Just to confirm, we are not voting in the first round of elections, right?

[Il Palazzo]

Turn sent.

No voting this elections.

The price was right, it's just that you're too cheap.

[Kebooo]

Turn sent.

[Aqizzar]

And sent.  Check that out, made a full revolution in one day.

God I hate PTS cannons.

[mainiac]

The price was right, it's just that you're too cheap.

Surely you jest!  I thought your offer was a joke, it was an entirely different offer that I merely thought asked too high a price.

[Il Palazzo]

You'll come crying back to me when your peasants start a rebellion over electronics shortages.

I can hear your address to your subject:
"Oh I'm sorry dear peasants, you can't have your locally-produced, 100% Li Halan parts, Church-approved ipods with preloaded Avestite Carrolls and exclusive interviews with Stigmata Martyr of the Day^TM because we don't have such technology. And we don't have it, because I was too cheap to pay a honest price for my mistakes, a price so much below the actual research costs that it was practically a charitable gift.
But sign this waiting list here, and in a few years you might get a cheap League knockoff that reads only League-approved records, breaks down after roughly a month, has no warranty, and is 90% spying device."


By the way, the southern reaches of the galaxy are populated with the most boring, cookie-cutter planets I've ever seen. So far not a single jungle or barren world, and I've got half the map explored.

[Kebooo]

"All hands on deck!" the captain of The Defiler, an old naval transport, shouted at his men.

Smoldering, crimson chunks sailed by and crashed into the water. The steam and heat could be felt by every soul aboard.

"What the hell is going on? Friendly fire?" the first mate inquired, to no one in particular.

Another blast, perhaps hurled by the Pancreator himself to punish Decados sinfulness tore into the ocean of Severus. There was no doubt they were being bombarded from space by hostile forces.

The crew were left unscathed, but bewildered. Military communications were silent. No one wanted Gorakhan to know a rebel fleet was stationed above their home planet, without any Decados presence to contest their supremacy. A new, more dangerous age had been ushered in.



I have no idea how a rebel fleet appeared above my planet, since I haven't touched a single ruins, but there you have it. This should be interesting.

[Margrave]

Turn sent.

[mainiac]

Turn sent.  Keep up this pace, guys 

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The prisoner was shoved into the spartan throne room.  He stumbled forward, losing balance and unable to catch himself with his hands bound and feet chained together.  To his credit he didn't utter a sound of protest at the indignity of his fall and climbed to his feet without giving his captors a sign of discomfort.  The room was otherwise empty except for the lone figure standing before the throne and the pair of guards who escorted the prisoner.  The guards turned and left leaving the prisoner staring at the back of the man before the throne.
"So, we meet at last.  You are the man who has caused so much trouble for my researchers?"
"Those researchers were an abomination!"
The figure before the throne turned and looked at the prisoner and raised a questioning eyebrow.  The prisoner stared back furious expecting a reply but none was forthcoming.
"So you are the damned maniac who has seized control of our noble house then.  Corrupted our ways, turned his back on the holy church!"
The last jab got a rise, the so called maniac stepped towards the prisoner and pointed an accusing finger at him.  "I save the church from the machinations of petty schemers like yourself!"
"You subvert the will of the pancreator!  He has a plan and we need none of this heresy filled technology!"
"Agree to disagree."
"What?!?"
"Agree to disagree."
"What in the name of the pancreator do you mean?"
"I mean that I will not judge you for your beliefs."
"What trickery is this?"
"I will return you to the desert from whence you came, taking from you your followers and useless technology and leaving you with nothing but the will of the pancreator to guide you.  Then I will return to my men and my technology and my works.  Perhaps we will meet again as free men."
"This is blasphemy, you god damned maniac!"
"Thank you for the name, it's rather catchy."
The maniac snapped his fingers once and the guards returned to drag away the prisoner.