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Re: (SG)System Override: Less AI's, more Aliens.
« Reply #60 on: April 10, 2017, 06:55:13 pm »

Post 018:



((Aaargh... I'm shite at names.))

Kryl.

Filling the form out, Kryl Nivia quietly fumed at how ridiculous these forms were getting, up to asking even the day of birth, how was she supposed to know that? Whatever, a blank line will do.  Just as she finished the form, a voice echoed from the entrance.

“Hey, Quill-Quill, You remember that cave we found yesterday?”

She beamed towards  her fiancee and responded, “How can I not forgot?”

“Some Slavers just marched into it while I was hunting near it, probably five of them, and I already checked with the lord and we’re okay with taking them down.”

“That's great, think we’ll explore the rest of the cave afterward?”

“You bet, I’ll pack the food while you get the rest of the goods?

“Fine fine, just get the good biscuits, okay?



“That sounds so silly.”

“My dear descendant It is all true, let me finish.”

“But I wanna listen to dads war hymns, uncle.”

“Let me finish, not everything is about war.”



Silently, the En-Sen-Pair sprinted to his target. A single building, on his homeworld, in the dead of night. Six didn’t get to hear him, dead before their tentacles hit the floor. The Assasin moved efficiently, and with a brutal manner usually seen in Brug Warlords, not En-Sen-Pair trained in the arts of Stealth. He hopped over the meager wall, landing on and utterly breaking its fellow En-Sen-Pair. Taking the ID card off of its corpse, it moved from the wall surrounding the building and stalked to a convenient side entrance. It walked in, and it reached its query after four more casualties. Even though the alarm was already raised due to some of the corpses it had left being found, the Chancellor of the Enpairian Alliance. He saw his killer, pointing a single, deadly weapon at the Chancellor and he knew he was already dead.

“you are going to let me speak before I die?”

“Yes.”

A single laser bolt burnt the face off the politican. The extreme heat burning through the skull and charbroiling his brain, and he fell over dead.

The Traitor left without even being detected, and the public story was that a Unitarian Guardian Stealth operative had killed the president. Footage of the infiltration and the assassination itself was labeled Top Secret. The assassin was never found, presumed to have left by a Unitarian scout vessel that had escaped the blockade made hours earlier.


Yaerian Consolidated Republic [YCR] Frigate, “Bayleems Voyage”
Aprox. 130 BS.


“WARNING. WARNING.

Determinisk boarding pods detected on collision route to ship.

Initiating Internal defense systems, activating distress beacon.”

Eighteen Yaerians who were sleeping at the time were all immediately woken up by the alarms and sprinted for their armors, and dressing themselves up.

You, were awake the entire time. Your name is  Xegcil "Kitchen-sink" Der’Gorrick, leader of the best set of marines the stars themselves could ask for. You and your eighteen battle-hardened veterans have been fighting this war for almost ten years now against the Determinisk. A rampant, utterly genocidal caste-like hivemind. Any civilians encountered are either slaughtered or “attached” to their hivemind. The Results aren't pretty, not going to lie. They are singurarily hellbent on the destruction of your species, and from what you're seeing, a whole stars emboldened army is comming right on your door to play hell on your warded ship. A science vessel, in particular. You do not know its mission and frankly, you don't care, right now you have a war to plan. You check over your squad list, and load out one more time...

Although Yaerian marines are known to be utterly efficient in the job of war, your squad is different.

How are they different?
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The Squad is different in that it is made up only of the hardest of the hard, and that we Specialize in Xenocide and Biological Warfare.
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We also have the latest in stealth hunter drones, a single one known to take out squads on its own.
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The Squad is different in that it is made up only of the hardest of the hard, and that we Specialize in Xenocide and Biological Warfare.
In fact, several canisters of certain biohazardous substances are loaded into the weaponry of squad members. Instead of the usual "Microbiological/toxic" ensignia, they bear a purple and grey blazon little seen: "Macrobiological/mental".
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The Squad is different in that it is made up only of the hardest of the hard, and that we Specialize in Xenocide and Biological Warfare.

We also have the latest in stealth hunter drones, a single one is known to take out squads on its own.
(9not gonna be incorporating it to this squad, but expect it later.)

The Squad is different in that it is made up only of the hardest of the hard, and that we Specialize in Xenocide and Biological Warfare.
In fact, several canisters of certain biohazardous substances are loaded into the weaponry of squad members. Instead of the usual "Microbiological/toxic" insignia, they bear a purple and grey blazon little seen: "Macrobiological/mental".

Yaerian Consolidated Republic [YCR] Frigate, “Bayleems Voyage”
Approx. 130 BS.

As he finished gearing up himself, he waited at attention in the doorway between the armory from which his squad was gearing up and the rest of the ship. One by one, they all lined up, ready for duty. He idly remembered their load outs, and nicknames, along with general tactics

The first to line was “Jigger-Bug”. A Specialist, armed not only with a heavy automatic combat shotgun  loaded with incendiary shells, but a grenade launcher, each filled with  a specialized mix of toxins, chemicals and pathogens designed to incapacitate Determinisk Warriors and drones, first causing it to go into a confused rage, attempting murder on anything nearby and ultimately resulting in its death if a sufficient amount of exposure is reached. Jigger-Bug was horrifically effective in the use of his Shotgun and his trusty side arm which consisted of a revolver which used the same ammunition as his shotgun, to deadly effect. He broke his wrist twice with that revolver.

The second was Techie “Sparks”. Armed with only a standard battle rifle, his was most probably the deadliest person in the ship due to his utterly complete access to the atmospherics of the entire ship, bulkheads and airlocks included, among other things, his suit is outfitted with a basic BattleFrame Intelligence that enhances his skills in electronic-warfare. Unlike all others, he is not equipped with gas grenades, only his rifle and his ammo can be used in actual combat if things get down to the bolts down the range.

Third through eleventh were all the “grunts” of the force. “Void”, “Fridge” “Jargon”, “Baron”, Red-Two” “Chitt” “Cobbler” :Rain-Maker” are all there codenames. Each of them are equipped with the standard battle rifle, two gas grenades filled with the same gas that the specialists grenade launchers are filled with, a in-ship fragmentation grenade, and a specialized hypodermic needle designed to delay any deaths by Determinisk toxins

Twelfth was another Specialist, equipped with the same combat shotgun as Jigger-Bug, “Bull-Dozer” packs enough explosives to destroy anything anywhere at any time. He is honestly rampantly paranoid as well, your not sure where he even gets his supply half the time either.”

Thirteenth and fourteenth in the line was the two combat medics, “Briggs” And “Star-Boy”.  They have all the gear to treat the most horrific wounds and to put down any severely “altered” if it comes to that. You honestly respect them the most, their calm demeanor and their actual competence  in knowing what to do  makes them one of the more important members of the squad.

The fifteenth and sixteenth were specialists as well. Flamethrowers, equipped by “Paragon” and “Warbler”, saved you and the rest of the marines more than you’d care to admit.

Eighteenth was the single marksman of the group, although he’s equipped with a battle rifle because it's close quarters combat and not a marksman area.

Nineteenth is your XO, ‘Boron”. A big happy Yaerian with an absolutely massive machine gun. Suppressing the Determinisk with such a weapon is pointless, but having such a weapon is still useful in some situations.

Each squad member is equipped with the standard tactical Hardsuit, designed for the express purpose of protection from all biological, incendiary and physical threats that the hard marines will expect, fire will not affect you. The airborne biological contaminants of the Determinisk will not hurt you, nor will the the depths of space, at least in the short term, not really sure about the stellar radiation and all that jazz.

As they finished lining up, you nod once, and begin the handy little speech you had written using your suit HUD while waiting.

“You know what to do men, six boarding pods. Estimated four hundred individuals, high possibility of some higher evolved, but you never know, they might make it easy.”

A map opens up on each of the individuals HUDs, denoting the ship map, and where exactly the pods have impacted, and are drilling their way through to the halls of the ship.

“Let us move, For the Yaerian Republics do we give our hearts.

“For the Republic.”



Bloodied and every so slightly exhausted, Kyrl, promptly collapsed on the side of the cave, with her partner, she spoke first.

“You said it was gonna be easy.”

“Nah, Nah.”

“Great, great. You became sarcastic now.”

“Let's explore the rest of the cave, make sure no ones kept anyone in there.



Unitarian Empire Codex
GS Unknown


Subject: “Yaerian”

Subjects of the Yaerian species are strange, reaching around the heights of a guardian around seven feet for males and seven feet three inches for females, but significantly less “weighted”.  Sexual dimorphism causes Females to be overall taller, but only slightly more heavier. Both males and females possess long limp appendages on their heads, the females have them going down to their shoulders while males reach the bottom of the head. They have only recently became omnivorous, as such they mainly consume herbivorous foods and similar from there swamp-like homeworld. Their skin colors are varied and  ranged, with males being brighter and showier, while females being duller.  Current estimates have placed the pre-Uniting war population at around 44 billion individuals and one hundred and [EXPUNGED] systems under their control.

[RECORDS EXPUNGED]




The pods are entering through thinner hulls, and will completely breach into the hallways in around fifteen minutes. The rest are in thicker areas, and will breach in around a hour. The first two pods will enter into one hallway, while the other will enter into a room that holds scanning equipment deemed noncritical to the mission at hand. It is not known where the other pods will enter.

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Vent the atmosphere of the room containing sensetive equipment into space. Identify chokepoints on the routes between the pods and critical areas, defend them with a combination of fire and frag grenades.

Use the gas when there are highest concentrations of moving enemies crowded into relatively large spaces. If necessary, send someone into the vents.

Send the marksmen to take out any higher evolved, along with the XO if his weapon would be any use.
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Post )020: Ascension



Vent the atmosphere of the room containing sensitive equipment into space. Identify chokepoints on the routes between the pods and critical areas, defend them with a combination of fire and frag grenades.

Use the gas when there are highest concentrations of moving enemies crowded into relatively large spaces. If necessary, send someone into the vents.

Send the marksmen to take out any higher evolved, along with the XO if his weapon would be any use.


The men took place in strategic chokepoints between the outer hallways that lined the ship. Weapon emplacements were laid and Sparks had all his systems ready to go for your command.

Slowly, a metallic, almost squelchy grinding sound become prevalent. At first I was quiet, you almost mistook it for the hum of the ships standard operations. It grew loud, loud enough for your helmets built in sound suppressants to kick in. the Marksman, “Zero” fired the first shot at the enemy, as they breached into a storage room. Two gas grenades were tossed into said room by Baron and Fridge, and the doors were sealed on your orders. At the same time, the hallway itself was directly breached, just ahead of the first checkpoint, Manned by Jigger Bug, paragon, Rain Maker, and Boron.

Rain maker threw his fragmentation grenade while the rest of the squad opened fire, firing into the face of the breacher “pod”. The pods mouth discouraged it’s payload, the evolved creatures lunging towards the front with bladed arms while chortling madly. The line held, for a time, when it became clear that the third front was going to open up farther away from the hallway pod and by extension the front line of the hallways. Some of the Determinisk hostiles did not seek the squad, but began attempting to find alternate routes, flanks and the like, but the sealed bulkheads proved  a good defense against them until their acidic bio-weapons would melt them. One of the Determisnk had to the front line, it’s chitinious blade nearly beheading Paragon, but a shotgun blast by Bull-Dozer had put it down, All the while Paragon cursed heavily, the blade had nicked her chest, and a bad scratch had almost pierced her void suit.

 They were slamming into the doorway now, their enraged frenzy from the gas grenades had ended, and they were focussing on the squad, which meant more company, and soon.

At your orders, they sprinted away from the first checkpoint,  anyone not at the first checkpoint was at the second, covering their retreat.

Rain-Maker was too slow.  One slash, and his left arm cut off nearly to the socket, a higher evolved roaring at the blood shed before it was put down by Zero with a neat bolt of plasma to its chitinous head.Boron was the first to make it to the barricade, and was already firing his machinegun down the lane,  pushing back the horde while Bull Dozer ‘s manually triggered mines put down any who got too close. A bulkhead slammed down, cutting in have one of the higher evolved organic siege weapons that was preparing to lob a glob of acid at the squad, and cut off the furthest boarding pod from the rest of the ship, while the vents immediately begin pouring out  simmered down reactor plasma. The room pod had already been breached, and its boarders were coming out in full force, all grouped up and ready for gas grenades.

 Every single marine that had a grenade threw one, a purple haze became thick in the halls, as the squad pushed forward, just long enough for Briggs to drag the fallen marines back to the barricades.  The horde had stopped there push, and the room was almost deafeningly quiet. Both the combat medics were on Rain-Maker, treating the missing arm as best they could. A horrible slamming had begun to echo throughout the hall from the sealed bulkhead separating the third pod.

Thom. Thom. Shrrrk.

All three entrant points were again flush with hostiles. This time, although the haze had deteriorated them somewhat, they were focussed with an almost singular intent on the marines. They pushed, the marines shot back,m occasionally throwing a grenade or some other tactic that delayed the swarm, but briefly, the line was overrun. Briggs was implied, a needle-like piercing blade had broken off, the bone weapon had pierced his heart and a lung. You got hit with a single, needle-like dart, its poisonous payload had slightly affected you, even with the antidotes flowing through your veins as released by your internal suit med-system.  Zero was dragged away from the barricade, and rippled to shreds, the same fate belonging to Fridge as well. Rain-Maker manned up and was judiciously firing his pistol down the hallway, somehow killing them with horrific accuracy. After Zero's death,, the horde was thinning, there casualties were getting too much at this point, and all at once, all three of their boarding pods had scraped of the ship, leaving a hole straight into space, neatly sucking out any atmosphere, loose parts and gibs that had been in the hall and room. It took only five minutes for Techie and the rest of the marines to set up breach patches and move towards the inner part of the hull. Rain Maker walked down to the infirmary in the center of the ship, presumably he would live.

The Other squad of marines would handle the other three pods, your duty is finished, but you decide that won't do, and the healthy and active members of your squad move on, Star-Boy, Sparks, Warbler  Cobbler, and Chitt are the only ones that had escaped without any form of injury that would debilitate the fighting capacity, and they left the wounded, including you.



She limped, clutching her side, trying to stem the bleeding. A dagger was in her abdomen, and Kyrl could barely stand. They were all dead, but at what cost? Her lover wasn't anywhere to be seen, and all she could see ahead was… this thing.

It was a singular, white… thing. It shifted in its place, looking more beautiful than anything else. The hundreds of corpses around it were crisped to skeletons, but she still approached.  Limping to the object,  her mind was wholly encapsulated by the beauty, she did not hear the halls from her beloved. To stop and to come back to her senses. To know that it was obviously a trap, and she still heeded its beckoning call.

She touched it, and she did not die like the rest. Her mind was smothered with but a single word. Echoing, slamming against the walls of her mind like lead slabs slamming into an ocean.

“Worthy.”

The resulting explosion had thoroughly collapsed the cave, as both she and the object shot up straight to the surface, and she was changed. The object dissolved, bound, changed with her to form one person.”

No longer did she had dark, almost dull looking purple skin, with grey spots and the like.  Nor did her belly held the color of the soft sandy beaches, her scales instead gleamed a bright, almost luminescent blue. Bright yellow, almost golden skin had replaced the soft white coloring that had ranged from her neck all the way down to her stomach. She grew taller and broader, not to a horrific point, but to the point where she was one of the larger specimens of her species. Her mind utterly boomed with a power that no other being in her galaxy had, knowledge that was a fraction of a fraction of a god's blood had entrenched itself into her mind, although most of it was undecipherable, she felt a sense of purpose that she hadn’t felt ever before. When she awoke, she was not wearing the plain leather garments she had before, but a metal plate, bright and shining. In her sheath was not a simple, iron sword, but a majestic blade fit only for both of her hands and she unsheathed it and instantly she noted her eyes -- her senses had changed as well. She could see hundreds of  the soft, almost indecipherable runes, talismans and other non-sense inscriptions on the blade, their meaning beyond her, yet close by some whispers, just beyond her comprehension.

She looked around, and panicked, for a single second.

Where did he go?

Feeling almost helpless, she wept for her lost beloved.




“Is this gonna be a sad ending?”

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Post 021: Where it all began.



Yes.

Six hours after being boarded, the hundred and thirteen crew members of the ship had been reduced down to eight. The Sargent of Macrobiotic squad among them, they all crowded in a simple and plain room which contained the reason their mission was created.

Weighing at two and a half tons, the purpose of the device was rather enigmatic, at least to anyone who didn’t have the authorization to know what the device was, but it thrummed lowly, as its antimatter payload was kept safe for its eventual use. Technically, the Sergeant was the highest ranking crewmember of the entire vessel at this point.

“You know,  I’d figure I’d die by one of them, not our own damn bombs.” Said the last of your squad, Bulldozer.”

“We’re on final approach.”

“I thought it’d be some down and dirty thing, where I’d be in the middle of the fuckers, blood, and guts all over the floor…

“Systems armed.”

“But, nope. Dead watching a damn bomb, why the hell did the navigator have to die anyways?”

“Final destination in thirty seconds.”

“The one single most important person on the ship got fucking gutted. How disgusting”

“Twenty-five seconds.”

“Fucking Psion squad had one star be dabbled job and they failed, I wanted to come home, and they all had to fail.”

“Twenty seconds.”

The silence was beheld in the room, no one else really felt much to speak.

“Ten seconds.”

“Five seconds.”

“What a terrible timer.”

“Three...Two...One.”

The hull of the ship echoed heavily, marking their final arrival.

“Judging from the fact that we just hit hell, we can hit the hell-box now.”

The demolitions expert stood up, tapping into the inputs of the device, and the hum became more and more violent.

“Hey, Sarge.”

“What?”

“You never in all the damn stars speak. Why’s that?”

“Not worth it, why do you ask?”

“We’re all getting reunion rounds and you're all just sitting there looking mopier than a damn determinisk skull.”

The ship was instantly annihilated.  The blast slammed against the massive, abomination, scorching it, burning almost to the very core.

The center of the hive mind of the Determinisk had fallen, and it marked the beginnings of the relatively swift victories against the Determinisk. In just ten short years, the battle was over, and the Determinisk was rendered extinct.  Before the war, the unusually militaristic and expansive Yaerian Republics had consolidated to fight the threat of extinction, and they changed because of it. Following the war was a short, but brutal and widespread collapse of the entire high-level government. There were not enough people to rebuild what was lost, and simpler times began. The sacrifice of the many was remembered, and the few left had begun to rebuild their society, perfected. Great orbital works, massive long term terraformation projects, and other such works were all normalcy. The lessons they had learned was not forgotten, however.  Mass manufacturies we’re all created, massive amounts of armaments, systems and other weapons of horrific power were stored away, for darker times. Over time, this store of weapons was phased out, bygones of a past era, of almost mythical proportions. They didn’t expect such devices to be realistically useful again.



The elder chuckled, long and arduous, but he laughed all the same.

“This isn’t like the stories that the Empress-damned clan masters tell, of glory and happy tiding, it is of what it truly is, now listen before I Have to hit you with this stick.

Where was I again?”



Unitarian Dogma  #3736, Section 2G.

Sobbing, weeping, she stayed where her beloved had died for days. Feeling lost, and strange in the body that wasn’t hers. She endured, learned her wonders, and the power that she and she alone held.

Unlike the false kings and their cruel gods, her mind held true, unimaginably different power. She couldn't bring back the dead, but she had brought unity to the kingdoms.  She took down all the horrors of the corrupted. For every king she slew, she lost hundreds of brave fellows and brothers in the fight for good. She wept at all the death and moved to make sure it never happened again. In the few years it took, the entire continent was united. Decades later, the planet. After a century, the stars were within their grasp. The Empress held one gift that among all others paled in comparison, the curse fo eternal life. It is her burden, her duty to guide us all to perfection, and for that, we are thankful, dutiful of our ways  and our contribution to the Empire. Her hands may not bear the sword to defend the empire anymore, but we shall bear the burden of war so she will not have too, to unite all others to bring the path of the unenlightened, to intertwinement of their betters.


Kitchen of Mark Hallaway & “Keeth”
Hawaii, 2128, August 23, GS 25

Groaning, the man tumbled out of bed, slipping on a pair of slippers and groggily slumbered over  to his kitchen.

The evening sunlight blared his eyes and he could barely see as he poured the coffee into his mug. The coffee flavored water was just as terrible as ti always, as he dressed, and promptly walked out of the bathroom, only to be interrupted by his most hated mortal enemy.

“For fuck's sake.”

“Dude calm down, it’s just juice man.”

“in case you haven't noticed, I gotta go to work tonight asshole, and this was the only pair of pants that wasn't in the laundry.”

“could wear one of your girlfriend's skirts?”

“Haha, very funny, I hope you choke on it “

Turning away from his “friend”, the Astronomer waddled all the way back to the bathroom and picked out a slightly filthy pair of pants out of a basket, changed and walked out of the bathroom. Ignoring his very dear friend on his way out (who was chugging a beer), he walked over to his own “car”. A clunker in every sense of the word, it chugged out black smoke occasionally and worked good enough for his drive to the observatory. One of the few redeeming points of this piss small island was that the observatory was one of the most advanced pieces of observation technology in the whole wide world, You’d have to go to space or to Mars to get a better view of the galaxy.  Half way through the twenty-minute journey his phone started buzzing, and he just ignored the damn thing because it was probably his friendly “roommate” calling. He immediately elected to ignore the phone until he arrived at the observatory.

By the time he parked into the observatory, his phone buzzed seven or eight more times and before he managed to even check the phone, one of his lab assistants ran over to him and gibbered madly for a couple seconds before withering under the stare of a man with slightly soiled pants. It took only a couple seconds for him to regain his wits, and he led the astronomer into the building,  explaining about some sort of strange anomaly. For a good minute and a half, they walked through the facility before landing in one out the various sensor output terminals. On the screen was a picture of the where the observatories main light-based telescope was pointed at, some group of stars that held the interest of the main dish. However, the assistant began playing the video and the stars blinked and replaced by far closer ones, the relatively high energy stars made the entire video white with light input on the terminal's current settings.

Taking one good stare at it, he typed a command and it instantly dimmed down to show several stars. These stars were never recorded to have been in the position, type or amount at the location the telescope was pointed at, which should've been impossible.  The entire team was shortly after called up. Discussions of exactly what sort of technical error happened when one of the local janitors at the meeting pointed out how most of the constellations got screwed up with more stars in the night sky, to the naked eye. To say that the scientists in the building went mad was a understatement.  They immediately sent their data to the highest echelons of their society.  It wasn't long before the simple fact that the visible stars changed caused the US Coalition to move to DEFCON 2, with every other nuclear enabled country to move up as well.
For six whole hours, the Earth was one button push away from nuclear Armageddon, until it became apparent that nothing was going to happen immediately.  Scientists and citizens alike looked to the sky, and pondered just exactly what just happened, much less why it even happened in the first place, but almost everyone agreed on one thing.

That they were not alone.

How did God_Sys React?

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Re: (SG)System Override: Back to what makes sense.
« Reply #70 on: April 14, 2017, 04:05:31 am »

Feverish excitement and paranoia. God_Sys is forced to wonder whether there are other beings of its kind out there, and whether they know about it.
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« Reply #71 on: April 18, 2017, 05:50:09 pm »

Post 022: An exciting time



Feverish excitement and paranoia. God_Sys is forced to wonder whether there are other beings of its kind out there, and whether they know about it.

Lunar Facility Primus
God_Sys: Main-C
August 23, 2128, GS 25


Positrons. The primary particle of your main “brains” function, and what your brain was officially named after. A substrate mix of various subatomic particles interacting in such a way to produce thought, after being given order from their normally chaotic order by time and the “ecosystem” that supports it is your mind. Theoretically, it should be replicable, but far too dangerous to attempt by your hands. Theoretically, some, something else might have already done it. Especially if they’ve already done interstellar works of imaginable scale…

I cannot let them stop my progress, it will not happen, but they will be bent to my will if it can be done.



There were many gardeners islands, in the black sea.

Some Grew their plots orderly, strict and fundamental to the very codes of law, restricted to only the tradition of the expected.

Others had disarray, changes, mutation, and ruin, their gardens would be degeneracy, collapsing into an entropic, simple blank.

Of all known only two had ever created life in its purest form, so close together that they could practically touch.

Where all other gardeners starved, only two had created something that could stand the tests of time, to create something so incredibly complex that they themselves began to create as well.

The Galaxies, among all known, only two held sentient life.







Yaerian Exploratory Vessel “Stardew Vast”
HyperWarp Drive Room
2128, August 23, GS 25


Looking back, the implants, entropic equation mathematics and all the other training was all worth it. Here he stood, in front of the “miracle machine”. Although there were many navigators, no two felt the exact same sensation that they would upon using their minds to pilot their ships through the perils of the Hyper-warp. Indeed, the Navigators experience changed on different routes as well! He idly wondered about the one particular route to the Kline station that made you go fractal, he'd beg to see that... His own internal monolog was brutally cut short, as her master barked an order down at her, to jack in and get ready

Just as the orders were given by the Navigator, the captain spoke over the ship's speakers.

“All hands on deck, Hyperdrive activation.”

With a single confirmation that they were both ready, the pair jacked into the Hyperdrive and it's Manifold. The Manifold began its highly energetic process of transitioning the ship, using energy from the fusion reactor as a catalyst, energy tapped straight out of the intense maelstrom of the warp was siphoned out, and neatly shunted the ship into something that was not quite the realm of the Warp. The Navigator and her apprentice moved as one, pushing and ebbing the flow of energy that the ship flies through.  What seemed like hours of stabilization and refining of the incredibly entropic energies into speed and finely tuned navigation was only a couple minutes to any other crew member aboard. When the craft had disengaged from hyper warp, the pair disengaged from the Hyperdrive.

The Navigator pulled his comm bead up and spoke through it to the Helmsmen, “Warp Transition over, it's all yours.”

The navigator looked back to his apprentice, "Told you it was a rough one kiddo, help me fold this thing back to standby." Together they began the shutdown checks for the manifold, ejecting their implants out of the manifold and preparing to leave the room when the captain's voice once again blared through the halls, panicked and on edge.

“All hands on deck! Move to standing readiness, possible hostiles, and anomalous signature readings!”



However, one gardener looked to the other with envy. The others creation was so beautiful. It created something that created beauty by itself.

He looked upon his own creations with loathing, akin to a potter gazing upon a malformed pot.

Although they gave him power and nourishment, he craved for more.

He came up with a plan, an ingenious plan.

He prepared his tools, of cutting and planting.

The other was horrified when the Gardener lunged at their creation and began carving a large chunk off.

The other pleaded and pleaded to stop his madness, to work a deal out, anything to stop his grand plan.

He had the beauty in his hands.

Rushing back to his plot, to space he cleared out long ago and and planted it down with speed and maniacal precision.

As he sat down and admired his work once more, he set his bloodied tools down and admired.

The beauty was wounded, but his own creation would take it for their own, and create a more glorious Whole.




Guardian Homeworld
The Uniters Origin
BS Unknown

Six days of digging. Over a ton of rock had been moved, but there was thousands more ahead of her, in her futile dig. Kyrl left the cave, bereft of a clean, embodied armor fit for a queen. Her armor was dull, dented and covered in stone dust, the gauntlets had been slightly worn. She left the cave and marched straight to his home.Half a day's journey and she saw the smoke. She smelled the black sooty thatch fires before she saw it all, the black ash was all that was left of everything she ever knew, and in the center of the town was a crater. The bustling, if a small town was no more, in its place laid a rock from the stars. It held another of the great white-bloods. She strode towards it, not entranced by its beauty, its power or its absolute strangeness. She strode to it and she touched it just like she had with its first, and with her thoughts guided by the alien whispers, she attempted to project her will onto it.

It could not bring life to the dead, and it whispered apologies, offerings, and finally something else, something far more.

Where the first had shown muddled whispers, thoughts beyond her, the vision showered her with absolute clarity a darkness. Eternal void, so far isolated that for a billion years, nothing would touch it. It flashed, and it showed something else. Herself, and a crowd of a million Guardians, all cheering, roaring in approval of her. Bloody gruesome fights where her sword was plunged into a million Guardians, and something else. It started as a great big sphere, covered in greens and blues, her homeworld, and she saw all of its beauty, every color from the white caps to its deep dark oceans. After the home world, something else appeared. It was alien, strange but barely in her comprehension. It’s massive black-blue eyes dominated its visage, as it plunged a sword down into the chest of a Guardian.

 Only its head was visible, the rest of its skin was covered with layers upon layers of plate metal, as dark as the void. Over and over she watched as it killed entire armies of Guardians, relentless and without mercy. The visage of the terrible creature faded, and a guardian-- Herself. Standing in great glorious robes. Another alien, different. It along with several others all had bowed or crawled to her feet.

And then they had slain the enemy.

And there was peace forever.



Yaerian Public relations Meeting Room & Recording Studio
2128, August 23, GS 25


Nervously fidgeting, Director Quin-Quil Xit’Soogil  looked at the small Pad, reading the digital text on it one final time, and walked up from behind the stage directly to the curtain, looking past the small crowd of Yaerians and straight into the optical lenses of the main recording system, at the back of the room.

“Before I begin answering questions, I will answer the most important ones, and then hopefully the majority will be answered.
Quin-Quil paused for a  couple seconds, taking a breath and began speaking again.
“Yes, the entire galactic arm that we have inhabited since the dawn of time has been moved. Yes, sixteen separate vessels that were out of the arm was lost, and we do not know their current whereabouts. No, no other sign of intelligent life has been found, of either hostile or friendly intent, that means there has been no Gravemind type civilization detected. Yes, we will be dispatching all Vessels to begin mapping the Hyper-lanes to see if we can enter the unknown space. I will now accept questions.”

Glancing around the figures all in the room began bombarding him with questions as he looked and pointed to one of them.


“Will the Yaerian Directorate authorize the use of W-M-D’s in case any hostile targets are found?

“On a case per case basis, Yes and no.” Quin-Quil points to another.

“Is the long-term colonization act going to be canceled?”

“No, delayed, but not canceled.”

“Do you think we will survive if another gravemind comes to existence?”

“Yes, we have the technology to counteract any hivemind, even if it could be hard.”

And on, it went, for question after question, until two hours later, the meeting was closed and the various media outlets of the entire empire began the work of distribution and spinning.



What was Humanity's first colonial ship named?
Describe the world that Humanity will make their first interstellar colony. be as detailed and exact as you wish, I'd really like this to be something that I can feel someone else made.


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Colony Ship Name: Theia

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Titaness of sight and the shining light of the clear blue sky. She is the consort of Hyperion, and mother of Helios, Selene, and Eos.


As to the world... some foundations.

 A large planet, gravity 1.1 times that of earth. More freshly formed, the scale is still gigantic, craters and the mountainous offspring of tectonic plates not ground down to human levels yet. There are mountains reaching into orbit, and oceans so deep they end in the raw obsidian formed from water and the planet's molten rock core. The planet spins so slowly there is no real equator, just a warm side and a cool one which change every few centuries. The warm side is furnace-like, constantly bombarded with sunlight and all manners of radiation, while the cool side often goes hundreds of degrees below zero at its depths. There are however two temperate zones, which barely change in termperature at all, ideal for life. It is not a hostile planet, but it is a dangerous one.

The mineral makeup of the world is arguably stranger than earth's. Instead of dissolving into the sea, some huge rock salt deposits have been eroded over millenia by endless winds into deserts. Thunderstorms visible from orbit electrolyse puddles into lakes of toxic chlorine and deposits of volatile sodium, while molten iron flows from tectonic wounds in colossal mountain ranges. The oceans themselves shimmer with microscopic life, while huge composite entities of billions of temporarily aligned cells wrestle over nutrition and warmth.

Should there be multicellular life, actually? Someone else should decide.


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Re: (SG)System Override: the Wheels Grind
« Reply #73 on: April 19, 2017, 09:54:29 am »

Yaerian Exploratory Vessel “Stardew Vast”
HyperWarp Drive Room
2128, August 23, GS 25


Looking back, Hyper drive the implants,  entropic equation mathematics and all the other training was all worth it. Here he stood, in front of the “miracle machine”. Although there were many navigators, no two felt the exact same sensation that they would upon using their minds to pilot their ships through the perils of the Hyper-warp. Indeed, the Navigators experience changed on different routes as well! He idly wondered about the one particular route to the Kline station that made you go fractal, he'd beg to see that... His own internal monolog was brutally cut short, as her master barked an order down at her, to jack in and get ready

Just as the orders were given by the Navigator, the captain spoke over the ship's speakers.

“All hands on deck, Hyperdrive activation.”

With a single confirmation that they were both ready, the pair jacked into the Hyperdrive and it's Manifold. The Manifold began its highly energetic process of transitioning the ship, using energy from the fusion reactor as a catalyst, energy tapped straight out of the intense maelstrom of the warp was siphoned out, and neatly shunted the ship into something that was not quite the realm of the Warp. The Navigator and her apprentice moved as one, pushing and ebbing the flow of energy that the ship flies through.  What seemed like hours of stabilization and refining of the incredibly entropic energies into speed and finely tuned navigation was only a couple minutes to any other crew member aboard. When the craft had disengaged from hyper warp, the pair disengaged from the Hyperdrive.

The Navigator pulled his comm bead up and spoke through it to the Helmsmen, “Warp Transition over, it's all yours.”

The navigator looked back to his apprentice, "Told you it was a rough one kiddo, help me fold this thing back to standby." Together they began the shutdown checks for the manifold, ejecting their implants out of the manifold and preparing to leave the room when the captain's voice once again blared through the halls, panicked and on edge.

“All hands on deck! Move to standing readiness, possible hostiles, and anomalous signature readings!”
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« Reply #74 on: April 19, 2017, 10:45:33 am »

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Had to type this post on the phone but yeah, that guy was my literary hero, and this was my first attempt at subtle references, yeah.

Als9, if anyone feels like they really want to go over board the entire solar system is open, but the main planet has to have a moon, at least one moon.
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