Announcements: RPG: Season of Giving 2020 » Universe of the Week! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon » NaNoWriMo 2020 » A vacuum salesman in the Multiverse. » Being bored at work makes you do crazy things » Question here from the FNG » Recommendations of Reading material. » Do you "follow" characters to receive notifications? » My 2 Fav Poems! » Simple Vs. Detailed RPG Layouts » Warning About Communist-Inspired Upheaval and Revolution » The Best Sentence » Universe of the Week Nominations » The SCPF Wiki Project (not related to SCP Project in 2016) » What influences you as you write? And why? » Preventing Bitrot by Hosting Images on RPG » Interesting YouTube Videos » Xamoyan Bestiary » The Political Compass » Song Covers » The Truth of Gung Fu »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] » Calling for adventurers to explore Xamoyos » roleplayers wanted for shifters world. » The UCF- a (soon to be) group in the MV » Neothea: Phyrian Galaxy (Open) » Students Wanted: Arcane and Human alike » A Once Upon a Time Adventure. » The Children of Ash (Multiverse) » Chronicles of Cre' Est Players Wanted! » Forgiveness - Romantic Drama RP, One Role Open! » Adventurers wanted for the Gala-Dor Expedition »

Season of Giving 2020

At the end of perhaps our craziest year yet, we choose to celebrate our writing family with that extra touch of gratitude. Tip your fellow authors for a chance to win 10,000 INK, with leaderboards updated daily.

Merry Christmas from RPG! 🎅

Universe in Flames

Futuristic

0 INK

a part of Universe in Flames, by Saxious.

None

Saxious holds sovereignty over Futuristic, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

147 readers have been here.

Setting

Default Location for Universe in Flames. Future Nation RP
Create a Character Here »

Futuristic

None

Minimap

Futuristic is a part of Universe in Flames.

8 Characters Here

The Maunkee Empire [0] Through the Greater Good shall the wars end, and the Greater Good shall reign.
Orks [0] "Green is best"
The Unified Llackca [0] A peaceful confederacy of logical aliens.
Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists (ZACS) [0] A socialist's safe haven.
The Migrant Fleet [0] A fleet of a thousands ships, with millions of beings, all of them searching for way to return to their home.
United Imperium of Tartarus [0] Empire ready to rage war to spread the word of the Great Lord Tyrael.
Sacred Stellar Empire of the Immortal [0] An Interstellary Empire build by the ghostly hands of strange energy beings
Republic of Deutchlieg [0] A Galactic Empire that wants total power.

Start Character Here »


Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The purifiers came in first, accompanied by small drones. Their faces were hidden behind heavily armored enviro suits. Modified for quarantine so absolutely nothing would get in their suits. They were somewhat smaller and looked fragile despite their armament but their weaponry spoke otherwise. Flame throwers, acid launchers, and those drones. They looked like they packed a punch. You could not tell if they were looking at you, because of the thick black visors that hid their faces only revealing a shiny diamond glow where one would suspect the eyes would be...where one would hope the eyes would be. Fact was they were looking at the Deutchlieg and every time they did they gripped their weapons. For a split second it looked as if a gun-fight would begin but no one ever shot at anyone. Thank the ancestors, no one shot at anyone.



Image
Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Neema came off the ship, accompanied by two S.O.Rs and some Migrant Fleet Marines. Her visor was transparent and she was less armored then her companions. She also seemed even more fragile then they were. She walked straight ahead, eyes forward, head held high. The Purifiers, who had taken the liberty to familiarize themselves with the entire ship while they cleansed it, lead her to the room where the meeting was held. Confident, Tali'Zorath entered the room and sat down where the two alien strangers told her two but before she did. She did a half bow and said,"Keelah Se'lai."

" As you probably know, I am Admiral Tali'Zorath of the Migrant Fleet ship, Neema. I shall be representing the Flotilla and the Admiralty board. What I decided on will be final and if I'm not certain of something the rest of the Admiralty board will decide on it. ".

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
Deutchlieg System; Maranian IV; 17:00 PM, Local Time


The older Deutch looked at Admiral Tali'Zorath and nodded, "Well, we share some authority here then. I am Chairman Leo Markus, of the Republic of Deutchlieg, and this is Pope Pius, of the Cultus Mechanicus. I believe that you, our guests, should only be treated accordingly. After all, I, as well as all my advisers see a long and highly-profitable agreement between your people and mine. Oh and please do keep in mind that if any of those...Weapons fires, even if by accident. Well. I'm sure even a fleet at your size doesn't consist entirely of battleships."
"True," Pope Pius' robotic voice said, "On with the business. The Migrant Fleet will own the Republic a significant amount of money after your ships have been repaired, and that is calculating the labor cost alone. Added on will be the raw materials and the loss of production opportunities that your fleet is pulling away from us. You shall be thankful, as I still do insist that the time which isn't spend pleasing the Ghost of the Machine is added on. The chairman insisted that you would understand the great sacrifices we are making for your sake."

It was rather obvious that they were pulling it as far as they could, already the message had shown that the Republic had some form of intentions with the Migrant Fleet. "The Republic has been...Isolated for a long time now. We haven't had the true resources to find more oil in this part of the universe, and while you have been all over the universe, I believe that, for a starter, you can share your knowledge of the systems you have been to, as well as whatever information you hold over these planets.
Also...If we give you some devices, then you can go ahead and scan these planets for the possibility of oil for us, that sure will narrow down the amount of work that we will have to do, and get a nice lump off your debt. Now, as for the final objectives that the Republic could use, is maybe a bit of...Help. You see, we're trying to make allies with another Galactic nation, however, I believe that they need a portrayal of how good our intentions are. In other words, I need you to...Fake an accident for one of their higher officials, a representative of the Republic saves the high ranked diplomat from death and we will get a good relationship with them.
Of course, we'll make sure that there will be no traces of your involvement. After all, I'm sure you have enough enemies as it is,"
Leo finished off and then looked at Admiral Tali'Zorath for a counter offer.

"As for your message concerning the installment of the...Kinetic Barriers. And these Pilgrimages to our planets. Admiral Tali'Zorath, I need to remind you that our atmospheres, on all our planets, are poisonous for your people, and while the installment of...Kinetic Barriers is...New. We do not see any reason for accepting this agreement. For...Trade and economical reasons," Pius said, and if it hadn't been due to his robotic voice then it would have been too obvious that he disliked the idea of having foreign influence on the goods which the children of the Ghost of the Machine was producing. He didn't dare imagine the wrath that could befall them if they accepted these terms so openly.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

The young Admiral listened attentively to the Pope and Chairman of the Deutchlieg Republic. Their words were elusive, hinting at things but never really mentioning them, and 'warning' her of consequences for certain actions. She didn't exactly like how they spoke to her, so high and mighty, but she and the Fleet were in no position to silence them. Not that they were helpless, just that they weren't in the best condition to give off warning shots. Full Fleet firing warning shots. She of course kept these thoughts in her head and out of her body language and facial expression. The two gentlemen received only a poker face and an unflinching stare.


"I am very much aware of the debt the fleet will be in, A debt we will pay off as quickly and efficiently as possible. Now the Admiralty board will without a doubt aid you with your fuel crisis, they will not put us at risk by staging some 'accident'. Like you said. A fleet our size is not composed of entirely battleships. We will discuss another alternative method to aiding us in paying our debt. Perhaps one that doesn't put millions of lives at stake? "

Her radiant white eyes shifted, now looking at the Pope. "I see you are the religious leader of the Deutchlieg. Keelah'Selai.". She gave the Pope a low nod and continued speaking, "On the topic of the Pilgrimage, it is a Right of Passage and the only way our young can become an official crew member of a ship. The Title I carry, Vas Neema lets all knows I am a proud crew member of the Neema. To pass the Pilgrimage one must only bring back something of value to the Flotilla. It is difficult for us to make more ships so an Ordrian on Pilgrimage might buy a civilian class ship and bring it to us so that it may be modified to fit our needs. There are very strict rules that the Pilgrims will obey or they'll exiled, left to rot on your planets. Once one is exiled they are no longer a member of the Flotilla, they are erased from our history. Your government would be free to do as they please with the exiled.".

[i]"Now pollution is not so much a worry with us. Our enviro-suits filter 100% of the air we breathe, keeping us safe from airborne diseases. The reason the purifiers came on-board your ship was simply an added safety measure given my rank in the Fleet. Now it is when our suits are breached that the real problem starts. We have weak immune systems. If I were to remove my helmet right now, I'd probably catch some sort of flu or even a cold, and then die on the way back to the Neema. But so long as my suit is not breached, I will be fine.

"Now for the Kinetic Barriers I think a demonstration is required. With your permission I will call in a Migrant Fleet Marine so that he may demonstrate.".

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

-Sorry, school has been frustrating to say the least. Will ensure to post once a day-
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 5:30 PM


Theologian Sigmund stood in front of a great screen, with a large expansive room displayed. The Theologian secretly wished that the Black Templar and General Angella were with him, but they had more important issues to deal with. Taking a breath and quickly reciting praise to Tyrael in his mind he spoke to the great screen. “My Lord, we have made contact with... xeno’s” The screen seemed to focus in on the room, and in it displayed a large assembly of richly dressed Theologians, and on a great golden throng the Grand Theologian Volkmar himself sat. The Grand Theologian was ancient in appearance, with a deep weathered face, and a long flowing white beard, that flowered over his royal purple and gold robe. On his head sat the great crown of Tartarus, blessed by Tyrael himself.

A murmur went around the crowd, but the most discernable was of disgusting vile xenos... Volkmar cleared his throat, and leaned his old body forward and spoke with a dry raspy voice “What did these creatures want?” Sigmund bowed and restated their previous request. “It seems their nation wishes to engage in an alliance, as well as a trade agreement..” before he could finish voices raised in the room, shouts of heresy and blasphemy being the loudest ones. Volkmar waved a shaky hand, and as quick as it came the noise died down.

“These... foul creatures seek to ally with us? That alone is ridiculous. Our people will never suffer to stand next to such... abominations. Have they been graced by Tyrael?” This question along would have a huge impact on the discussion, and Sigmund shook his head slowly “They have been... unenlightened... Whats more they have never seen Orks...” This brought an intake of breath amongst the gathering as among the stars there was no more bitter enemy than the savage green skins.

One of the unimportant Theologians spoke up “That’s impossible! Orks are a plague they are everywhere!” Volkmar silenced the upstart with one long stare, and the theologian gulped and sat back down. Volkmar glanced at the screen, as recordings of the meeting played and spoke mostly to himself “looks like basic ballistic weaponry... To still use fossil fuels? Truly an empire in the dark ages, however, we may be able to use this. We have large stockpiles from the older eras, and we have little to no use of this archaic liquid. A trade agreement would not be... disadvantageous...” his voice went out his eyes lost in thought and the implications.
“Young Sigmund” his old voice shot out, and caught everyone’s attention, and many to jump in surprise. “You will inform these... xenos that we will engage in a trade agreement, however, it will be regulated and watched to ensure no... Heretical devices enter our world and more importantly that they understand the risks of entering our domain. Our beloved people have no tolerance for xenos, and neither do I. Trading should be done with care, or many will be harmed.”

Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 7:00 PM


Sigmund glanced over the message being sent to the Xenos, and paused a second, before motioning to one of his priest to send the message.

From: United Imperium of Tartarus
To: Representatives of the Republic

The Grand Theologian has seen it beneficial to enter a Trade Agreement with your nation. We have minerals such as oil that you require, however, it must be stressed that are people are intolerant, and care must be taken when trading. All purchases, selling, and trades will be monitored by the Holy Inquisition, as part of a security measure.

The Grand Theologian does not believe that our nation’s relations are good enough to enter a alliance at this time, perhaps with time trust may be forged, but for now we wish to keep this a simple business arrangement.

Sincerly,
Theologian Sigmund

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Tsoibe
8. Day of the Third Pak of the 872. Year
Hollowed City of Gavernhall, Planet Aelious Alpha, Aelious System
High Temple of the Prophet, Level I, Chamber of Intercommunion


Princess Selia'Efri was nervous, like always when she had to visit the Prophet. This is quite understandable when even the other gods obey his orders without question. The hierarchy of the divine realm was something no mortal could really understand, so the discomfort caused from something so uncontrollable only added to, what others would have mistaken for fear. Dressed in her ceremonial garments she walked through the wide, empty halls towards the chamber in which the Prophet received his visitors. The colors of her clothing were held in a pure red, not unlike that of many other ship commanding officers, but her's featured a breastplate made out of Adamantium. The robes leave the head free, so the signs of rank and name may be freely visible. The long dress always seemed like it would hover above the ground, the outlines of it are colored in gold and silver. Seemingly nervous she looked into every empty appearing corridor, without slowing down. She knew that even if you can't see the wardens of this palace, they are omnipresent here, watching every step within it. The slightest mistake in etiquette may already be sentenced to death, since it would be an act of blasphemy to behave unordered within the most sacred place within this universe. In front of her appeared a massive door, made entirely of silver and gold. Statues and paintings are placed and drawn to both sides of the narrowing corridor, but there is close to no light here. Shortly before Selia'Efri reached the large door, she stopped, listening to the voice within her.

"You shouldn't be that afraid of this meeting, mortal girl. We will speak with the Prophet anyways, so you don't have to worry about that. Even thought We like the respect you show towards those that are superior to you."

The voice sounded somehow female, thought that is hard to say. The feeling this voice gave her made the young Vash'Kehr afraid and comfortable at the same time, probably she just still need to get used to it. With her seventeen years she is quite young for the Commander-in-Chief of such a big interstellar faction, but it wasn't for her that she was chosen to hold this post.

"I understand, Lady Efri. I still don't know how I may thank you for choosing me. I am sorry that I don't meet your standards just yet."

The tone of the voice changed from the former dominant orders to a far more amused tone. It seemed that the Immortals are used to the insecurity of those that follow them, they even enjoy it. The words may sounded somewhat amused, but there was always the hint of disdain in it.

"Silly girl! You should show some pride, not that of a whimpering worm. You may not be able to repay the dept you owe us, but I wouldn't have chosen you for nothing."

After those short exchange of words, which seemed to not even last a second, the posture of the Vash'Kehr changed in itself. It seemed like all fear and nervousness had disappeared from the Princess, the leader of the whole military of the Sacred Empire. Her whole body seemed to be perfectly calm, despite the uncomfortable awareness it had shown earlier. Every bystander would have been confused by the strong and resilient aura the young woman now appears to emit. Close observers might also be able to see her whole face slightly gleaming, especially her eyes, which seemingly radiate a reddish, purple light. Now she was able to see every detail in the whole corridor, every color within the paintings, every contour of the statures. In fact, some of them seemed to be alive now, not visible to the usual eye. After having settled their now increased senses, Selia'Efri stepped directly in front of the door. She didn't need to say or do something, the massive wings of the door opened themselves.

The carpet on the ground lead further into the room, in its pure obsidian color. The room in itself was not as big as the other halls she had passed on her way here, but it was still a sight to behold. Four round crystals, one in each corner, that had been collected from all of this universe reflected the only source of light, which emitted from the other side of the room. In fact the Immortal within the young Princess felt refreshed and strengthened as soon as she entered the room. It seemed that these crystals were made to serve this purpose rather than as a mirror to the light. The walls and the ceiling were held relatively simple for this sacred place. The room in itself was formed like a chapel, but missing the pews. Instead there was a massive table built there, with six comfortable chairs standing close by. Both head ends were left empty, but one of it pointed towards the massive throne of glowing obsidian-like stone. This throne was set about one meter above the floor, with small stairs made out of the rare, pure crimson Adamantium leading up to it. On that throne sat a being, so powerful, that you could feel it as if it would fill the whole room. The figure seemed to be motionless sitting there, his whole appearance hidden behind clothes of many colors, the face concealed by a hood. The light that emits from the throne the Prophet sat on seemed to embrace him, but also hide the reality of his appearance to the rest of the world.

One of the chairs on the table, the farthest to the left, from the throne, was already filled out by a man in his late 80s. None the less, he still appears to wear his oceanic blue garments with pride. A similar aura as that of the young woman, who had just entered the room seemed to emit from him, his face also glowing. Silently, not even thinking about saying a word, the Elder Sage Tasun'Bahu sat there, staring into nothingness. The other chairs were empty and someone might had unknowingly made the mistake to chose a place to sit for him- or herself. That would have been one of those mistakes noted earlier. Calmly did the Princess walk over to the throne, even thought all nervousness and fear had left, it was replaced with respect at this time. Just before she would have reached the first step, she fell to her knees and bowed her head down to the ground. She remained like this for a while, till she was ordered by the Prophet to rise again. There were no words, only his silent wish for her to rise up again, which she did. She turned around and walked to her place, the second to the right, to sit down. This was the time the figure on the throne spoke. Even thought it sounded like a hoarse whisper, it filled the whole room with the sound. Every single word seemed like it was hallowed and had to be spoken carefully.

"The Llackca developed a device that would increase the process of the research of our followers. They are able to transport matter and energy within their systems, we will integrate this technology into ours. It will allow us to reach this universe faster than planned. They had already made contact to the Protector, he will lead this excursion along with our Voice. They will submit to our claims, peacefully if they wish so, devastated if it has to be."

For a short time he paused. It's not like he had to speak, or even breath, but it seemed like he wanted to. Whatever motive he had to call any of them here for this reason were unknown, like the figure on the throne itself. After about half a hour of absolute silence, the Prophet spoke again.

"Two other major factions of primitive nations had recently met. It was a rather peaceful encounter, there was no material fight between them. The blasphemous Humans had usually encountered foreigners with hate and distrust in history. They are not to change, we will assure that. Our followers won't lose the supremacy of this sector."

Without any further word, the meeting was canceled off. Both guests of the Prophet left in well-mannered haste, as to prepare and continue to follow the orders of their Master. As soon as the two others left, as smile appeared on the dry mouth of the Prophet, visible to none. As soon as both his guest left, he stood up to take the secret way to his own chambers on the highest floor. As he entered the lift, he started to grin. To an observer this would have seem abstract and horrifying at the same time.

"So close..."

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 5:30 PM


Jason read the message and nodded. ”We got the trade agreement. How will we get the alliance?” Jason asked and then turned to look at the Battle-Commissar Major.
”One step at the time. Now, they have problems with these orks, well, lets just inform Valdimir about this, and I’m sure he’ll have a battle plan about this situation,” he answered.
Jason looked at the Commissar with confusion, ”How will we benefit from a war, save for an increase in productivity, and maybe a planet or two?”
”Oil, resources, and a galactic nation of a similar kind. The hell with religion. We have ours, if they believe that through spreading whatever religion they have will bring us closer, then let them. After all, the cultis mechanicus members are all in the factories, and the civilians…Well, who’d give a damn. The Republic Guard can hold them under control with ease. Civilians have no weapons, and the majority of the citizens are either working for the government or within the Republic Guard.”

The difference between a civilian and a citizen in the Deutchlieg republic was that the civilians were people who had not done their military service voluntarily, thus they would not be accounted for when it was time to vote, and they had less liberty, such as no freedom of speech, thought or action. They lived by a close code which kept them in check.
Citizens were people who had been in the army for at least 4 Deutch years, and thus they had earned their standing amongst the patriots of the Republic. They had more freedom of speech, higher salaries and their standards of living were better than the average civilian.

The Battle-Commissar then turned and typed a message which was then sent back to the Republic, telling them of the agreements, and informing High-General Valdimir about the possibility that had presented itself.
Jason, in the meantime, send back a message, thanking the United Imperium of Tartarus that they would consider entering a trade agreement with the Republic, and that they wouldn’t regret it at all.

Deutchlieg ; 01:35 AM Local Time


High-General Valdimir got his overcoat on and then got ready to leave the military HQ to catch some sleep before he would report in tomorrow and overlook the statistics for the recruits that had entered the army this week.
”General…This is a message from the expedition that was send off…Apparently they have found life, and made a trade agreement about oil…However, they claim that the nation is hardly pressed against an alien race called for…Orks. The Battle-Commissar suggests that we prepare for an offense against these orks and prove to our trade partners that we…’hold the better intentions for…The United Imperium of Tartarus’. What are is your command?”

Valdimir looked at the report and the few orbital pictures that had been discreetly taken during the ship’s time above the planet’s surface. ”Well-” his semi-old and semi-robotic voice said-”Seems like we have a similar galactic empire to compete with. And they want us to fight these…aliens?” Valdimir asked and then switched to one of the pictures of an ork.
”Its recommended…For improving the trade with the oil, which we really need.”
”Very well…Mobilize Section K-112 till K-163, and tell them that they have no law codes restricting their choice for weapons. Save for J-U-U/45. We can’t have the hole damn planets blown apart and then radiated…We don’t even own them, yet.”
”Yes sir,” the servant answered and then he began to send out messages to the many armies who would have to mobilize for the preparations.

Deutchlieg System; Maranian IV; 17:00 PM, Local Time


The Pope was thinking over the words that the admiral had said while the chairman nodded and answered, ”Well, I think we might be able to work something out…Supposing that…You would agree to…Security terms, such as; these they will be watched by our men, however…I understand that religion is something that is different from politics, so the agents will watch from afar. However. If, in any way, they are suspected of terrorism or espionage. You will have them thrown right back at your door, and you will find our doors more…guarded.”

”If you wish to give a demonstration for this…Kinetic Barriers, then feel free, though…I hope you shall not hurt a child of the Ghost,” the Pope said mechanically, and then looked at the admiral with a close robotic eye.

The Pope seemed to be highly suspicious of this ‘Kinetic Barrier’ however as the Chairman seemed to be more cooperative, he would give it a try as well, though if the children of the Ghost would be offended then the migrant fleet would find itself in disadvantage in any future negotiations with the Republic.

T’au ; 12:45 PM, Local Time


Chao Lin looked over the reports which had been finally been filed about the United Imperium of Tatarus, the Republic of Deutchlieg, the nomadic Migrant Fleet, Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists, the Llackca, as well as the much hated orks that terrorized the universe. Then there was a hole new galactic nation which was so mysterious to the Maunkee that they didn’t know what to call it. They had heard rumors that it’s natives were called Vash’Kehr, though the Maunke had yet to make their first contact.

Each of these nations were unique, and the Maunkee wished to form an alliance, not just between itself and the galactic nation, but also an intergalactic organization which would monitor the behavior of each nation, prevent war, and ensure that each nation was fully optimized, as far as economy, weaponry, social, cultural development could allow them.

How could any nation say no to reason?

A message was send out to all the nations
From: An enlightened nation of Reason
To: A nation whom we wish to enter diplomacy with.
Message:
Dear leader of your most sophisticated, and developed galactic nation,
This is a message which will inform you that your nation has been picked to be a member of a new galactic organization which will seek to fully optimize every aspect of your nation’s development.

We will send a representative to greet and negotiate with you and your representatives. He/she will arrive within 3 hours of your capital planet’s time. Do not be alarmed, you know that they will arrive, and hostility will be responded to appropriately.
Please understand that we only have the best for your nation in heart, and the development of this universe.

Sincerely from,
~A nation of Reason


The message was then send, one to each respective nation, and although the original message was written in Maunkee, the audio had been translated so that it would sound like the native language of the receiver, well, that was to all but the Vash’Kehr, who received a human version of the message.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Saxious
Planet Vorn 3 of System 004, Local Time 5:30 PM


Jason read the message and nodded. ”We got the trade agreement. How will we get the alliance?” Jason asked and then turned to look at the Battle-Commissar Major.
”One step at the time. Now, they have problems with these orks, well, lets just inform Valdimir about this, and I’m sure he’ll have a battle plan about this situation,” he answered.
Jason looked at the Commissar with confusion, ”How will we benefit from a war, save for an increase in productivity, and maybe a planet or two?”
”Oil, resources, and a galactic nation of a similar kind. The hell with religion. We have ours, if they believe that through spreading whatever religion they have will bring us closer, then let them. After all, the cultis mechanicus members are all in the factories, and the civilians…Well, who’d give a damn. The Republic Guard can hold them under control with ease. Civilians have no weapons, and the majority of the citizens are either working for the government or within the Republic Guard.”

The difference between a civilian and a citizen in the Deutchlieg republic was that the civilians were people who had not done their military service voluntarily, thus they would not be accounted for when it was time to vote, and they had less liberty, such as no freedom of speech, thought or action. They lived by a close code which kept them in check.
Citizens were people who had been in the army for at least 4 Deutch years, and thus they had earned their standing amongst the patriots of the Republic. They had more freedom of speech, higher salaries and their standards of living were better than the average civilian.

The Battle-Commissar then turned and typed a message which was then sent back to the Republic, telling them of the agreements, and informing High-General Valdimir about the possibility that had presented itself.
Jason, in the meantime, send back a message, thanking the United Imperium of Tartarus that they would consider entering a trade agreement with the Republic, and that they wouldn’t regret it at all.

Deutchlieg ; 01:35 AM Local Time


High-General Valdimir got his overcoat on and then got ready to leave the military HQ to catch some sleep before he would report in tomorrow and overlook the statistics for the recruits that had entered the army this week.
”General…This is a message from the expedition that was send off…Apparently they have found life, and made a trade agreement about oil…However, they claim that the nation is hardly pressed against an alien race called for…Orks. The Battle-Commissar suggests that we prepare for an offense against these orks and prove to our trade partners that we…’hold the better intentions for…The United Imperium of Tartarus’. What are is your command?”

Valdimir looked at the report and the few orbital pictures that had been discreetly taken during the ship’s time above the planet’s surface. ”Well-” his semi-old and semi-robotic voice said-”Seems like we have a similar galactic empire to compete with. And they want us to fight these…aliens?” Valdimir asked and then switched to one of the pictures of an ork.
”Its recommended…For improving the trade with the oil, which we really need.”
”Very well…Mobilize Section K-112 till K-163, and tell them that they have no law codes restricting their choice for weapons. Save for J-U-U/45. We can’t have the hole damn planets blown apart and then radiated…We don’t even own them, yet.”
”Yes sir,” the servant answered and then he began to send out messages to the many armies who would have to mobilize for the preparations.

Deutchlieg System; Maranian IV; 17:00 PM, Local Time


The Pope was thinking over the words that the admiral had said while the chairman nodded and answered, ”Well, I think we might be able to work something out…Supposing that…You would agree to…Security terms, such as; these they will be watched by our men, however…I understand that religion is something that is different from politics, so the agents will watch from afar. However. If, in any way, they are suspected of terrorism or espionage. You will have them thrown right back at your door, and you will find our doors more…guarded.”

”If you wish to give a demonstration for this…Kinetic Barriers, then feel free, though…I hope you shall not hurt a child of the Ghost,” the Pope said mechanically, and then looked at the admiral with a close robotic eye.

The Pope seemed to be highly suspicious of this ‘Kinetic Barrier’ however as the Chairman seemed to be more cooperative, he would give it a try as well, though if the children of the Ghost would be offended then the migrant fleet would find itself in disadvantage in any future negotiations with the Republic.

T’au ; 12:45 PM, Local Time


Chao Lin looked over the reports which had been finally been filed about the United Imperium of Tatarus, the Republic of Deutchlieg, the nomadic Migrant Fleet, Zyrenian Alliance of Civil Socialists, the Llackca, as well as the much hated orks that terrorized the universe. Then there was a hole new galactic nation which was so mysterious to the Maunkee that they didn’t know what to call it. They had heard rumors that it’s natives were called Vash’Kehr, though the Maunke had yet to make their first contact.

Each of these nations were unique, and the Maunkee wished to form an alliance, not just between itself and the galactic nation, but also an intergalactic organization which would monitor the behavior of each nation, prevent war, and ensure that each nation was fully optimized, as far as economy, weaponry, social, cultural development could allow them.

How could any nation say no to reason?

A message was send out to all the nations
From: An enlightened nation of Reason
To: A nation whom we wish to enter diplomacy with.
Message:
Dear leader of your most sophisticated, and developed galactic nation,
This is a message which will inform you that your nation has been picked to be a member of a new galactic organization which will seek to fully optimize every aspect of your nation’s development.

We will send a representative to greet and negotiate with you and your representatives. He/she will arrive within 3 hours of your capital planet’s time. Do not be alarmed, you know that they will arrive, and hostility will be responded to appropriately.
Please understand that we only have the best for your nation in heart, and the development of this universe.

Sincerely from,
~A nation of Reason


The message was then send, one to each respective nation, and although the original message was written in Maunkee, the audio had been translated so that it would sound like the native language of the receiver, well, that was to all but the Vash’Kehr, who received a human version of the message.

Setting

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Tsoibe
10. Day of the Third Pak of the 872. Year
Orbit of Planet Mechanicus, Mechanicus System, Republic of Deutchlieg Territory
Orbital Shipyard of the Republic, Central Sections, Room of Inventions


A group of six soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg escorted a relatively young looking Tech Priest through the corridors. Well it was hard to tell the age of this Tech Priest anyways, as his face was hidden by a hood and had been artificially altered with a mechanical mask, that was directly integrated into the skin. The soldiers alongside him wore their environmental suits, not unlike the other few soldiers that were present here. Most of the available people on the station were Tech-Priests or Battle-Tech Priests anyways, many of them were still training to be one of them. Without any disturbance did they get from the hangar to the area that was for the Tech-Priests' only. That was the simple part so far, as much of their travel here.

With their superior sensors, the scientist of the Sacred Empire were able to get a good look at the design of the armors of the Republic of Deutchlieg, during their meeting with the United Imperium of Tartarus. They were even able to copy the appearance of one of those "Tech-Priests" as this primitive culture called their advanced engineers. Than they used their Sky Bridge Generators at Necrosus to move directly onto the planet's surface without appearing on the sensors in the orbit. Much later would they see an unusual comet hitting the planet, but to that time, they were long gone. It wasn't hard for the "Tech-Priest" to get a shuttle pilot to fly them up to the shipyard, there was nothing unusual, just a Tech-Priest and a few Guards. Upon reaching the station, it didn't get anymore complicated than this. They easily passed the first control, as they had urgent news to deliver to the Enginseer of this station. They had a document that came from the Pope himself, though one that would look at this would soon see that this was a fake. Advanced telepathy added them to make their lies more believable, as the others had the thought that they probably shouldn't stop them, so they don't anger the Pope.

Now came the war more dangerous part. They were in front of the heart of the station, the central rooms of the Tech Priests. Only a small escort was allowed, so the "Tech-Priest" took two of the soldiers with him. The Guard at the entrance wasn't to hard to be convinced, as he was a simple soldier. However the Tech-Priests within would proof more difficult. Being so much linked with the machines, their mind might be able to repulse the telepathic powers of the intruders. Carefully and seemingly very busy did the much smaller group hurry through the small corridors. They had the plans for these area from very young Tech-Priest, who was not yet fully tainted by the machines, but told how amazing he found the whole construction. The poor young man didn't even notice that he told vital military information to someone, even thought he looked like on of them. After a few very hasty minutes of evading to close encounters with one of the Tech-Priests, they reached a sealed chamber. Everyone within the small group knew that they couldn't stay silent anymore, so he applied a few smaller versions of Plasma grenades on the door. It would appear like a few shots from one of these plasma guns the Tartarus Imperium uses. The three quickly moved into a near corridor, they knew that timing would be most important now. The explosion of these small bombs had blown the door inwardly, smashing the Enginseer that was overseeing some of the production on a monitor. The team hurried inside, seemingly to check what had happened. The Tech-Priest spoke with his mechanical-altered voice, to the rest of the people around.

"Is someone still here? We heard an explosion."

Beneath a small bunch of debris rose a figure. Seemingly still dizzy he shook of the dust, holding his head. It was for sure a Tech-Priest from his attire. Still weak, he took a few steps towards the group. Speaking through his mask proved difficult to him, so it seemed to got hit by the shrapnel of the explosion.

"Blessed be the Machine Spirit! *Cough* Had you seen who did that? They can be to far o..argh...trai..."

Without letting him finish those words, he had a shot from the rifle directly to the head, as he even continued than, he had two others to the chest. The aim was perfect, even thought the weapon was unusual to the wielder. It was one that would fire a small beam of laser, rather than a projectile. The Sacred Empire had even modified their basic weapons for that course, so it was not easy to recognize the kind of weapon. The alarm went loud, thanks to the explosion and shots, so one of the soldiers hurried towards one of the consoles in the back, where he read through the plans of the Deutchlieg's arsenal of vehicles, space and ground alike. While did that, he had to open his mask, revealing a face, that wouldn't fit to one of the primitive humanoids, who claim that territory, sadly all cameras were taken care of before by the other two. They eyes of this single individual gleamed in a pale dark light as he was skipping through every technical detail that was unnecessary, every ship they won't need for the plan of the Prophet. The others were busy applying EMP and Plasma explosives in the whole room. Soon would the guards storm this room, it was only a matter of seconds, enough time for the Inquisitors to finish their work....

The team that stayed outside took their weapons fired at the guard that was guarding the entrance to the quarters of the Tech-Priests. They used the same energy beam weapons, no laser projectiles, but they dropped one of those small Plasma grenades on his wound to make sure. Just as they went through the doors, they had a small army upon their tail. The first one of them got down by the rain of bullet, knowing what he had to do, once this would happen. The others disappeared around another corner, just a second after the corridor was engulfed in the heat of a Plasma explosive's explosion. The other three run towards seemingly important places for a sabotage, knowing that probably not even one of them would reach their target. They split up to to hurry to each target as they got surrounded by the guard that was deigned to watch these vital parts. As they went down, they rigged their explosives causing heavy damage to the corridor their were in, thought only minor damage to the station in itself.

The group around the Tech-Priest had just finished setting up the massive bombs as they heard voices coming from the nearby corridors. The former soldier of the Death Korps of Krieg had put his mask back on, he had finished his work, too. This meant it was time for them to go, the others had already left. Just a blink before the Tech-Priests and Guards were able to look around the door, a massive burst of energy and fire moved out of it, covering the whole corridor in flames. Everything within this rooms was sure to be dead and molten into a liquid mass of former organic or metallic matter, unrecognizable by even the best of genetic sensors. The electro-magnetic-pulse sent out by the other bomb deleted the records of any nearby device that based upon electricity, that would have recorded their presence.




10. Day of the Third Pak of the 872. Year
Hollowed City of Gavernhall, Planet Aelious Alpha, Aelious System
High Temple of the Prophet, Level 7, Chamber of Regeneration


On his throne, the Prophet smiled upon the far more successful mission than he had thought. These primitive races were just not able to measure themselves with gods. He was pride upon his work, not even thinking about the wasted lives. In the telepathic web of feelings and thoughts he found a special one, the one he needed to speak to.

"Bahu, start now with our plan, we shall not miss the predicted time."

There was no return of thought, but rather an emotion. It was plain and simple, an agreement. The Prophet was satisfied with this and attained to another matter. Since the Voice was away now, he had to attain to these matters himself. He wouldn't usually be even interested in such a meeting, organized by a primitive, weak force. Well maybe it was his interest for the development of those that he had observed hundreds or thousands of years ago. He himself wouldn't be able to attain his meeting personally, but that didn't matter to an Immortal. Once one of them was there, everyone was watching. At least he ordered one of his followers to write a reply, not that this was much of work. Like always when the Vash'Kehr spoke or wrote to someone, they used that race own tongue.

From: High Baroness Ghalìh'Zeci
To: The Maunkee Empire
Subject: Safety of your Representative
Message:
Dear Ruler of the Maunkee Empire,

We highly suggest your ambassador to change their course to the Chymerra System. If your ship attempts to enter the Sacred Aelious system, they will be punished for their heresy. We will make sure you are welcomed in a most comfortable room within one of our Space Stations. You will find the coordinates below.

Sincerely,
High Baroness Ghalìh'Zeci


The a difficult set of coordinates was written down below, should they be written into a computer, it would calculate a course to the Chymerra System.