GalaxyNES- No Horizons
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Luckymoose
The World is Mine
What do you mean in that? The Mind network is as part of the Zan fleet as another. You also have no clue of its existence.
It funny, Zan ships don't have buttons
reuse* My bad. We strip the ships down with nanofabricators and take the materials for other uses.
erez87
Lord of Random
Isn't it obvious? Soon to be added to the casualties of the reality wiping weapons - a one.I can't wait to see where this is going freemanuncg!
erez87
Lord of Random
Ah. Such good news is always great to hear. My factories in Jen Tsa are already producing the newly designed ships. The Ragers would be an awesome took in my arsenal, their speed and agility unmatched and a firepower to match with those. Yet something phases me. The Wera has been quiet for a while. My sensors show they are there, close, but not close enough. What is their plan...?
And the Sanath and New Braniga. They pose a minor but existing threat to my outworlds. Koratt already fell, for now. And what of that single ship? Shu-something. They have disappeared from sensors for a while now, hiding most likely from my punishment. They are lucky I was foolish enough to try and learn from the oceans. That was a stupid mistake on my side, and I have not forgotten them.
More races are appearing on my sensors with every expansion. And strange news of powers even stronger than a Wera are disturbing indeed.
I must prepare for a coming problem. My species have frighteningly escaped anything biologic for long enough. A new revival of the Zan must soon begin. Endless power, endless wisdom and extermination of all that live...
And the Sanath and New Braniga. They pose a minor but existing threat to my outworlds. Koratt already fell, for now. And what of that single ship? Shu-something. They have disappeared from sensors for a while now, hiding most likely from my punishment. They are lucky I was foolish enough to try and learn from the oceans. That was a stupid mistake on my side, and I have not forgotten them.
More races are appearing on my sensors with every expansion. And strange news of powers even stronger than a Wera are disturbing indeed.
I must prepare for a coming problem. My species have frighteningly escaped anything biologic for long enough. A new revival of the Zan must soon begin. Endless power, endless wisdom and extermination of all that live...
Freemanuncg
Warlord
Mwhahahaha you'll seee 
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The Fehan don't typically use energy weapons. :/
Freemanuncg
Warlord
Fixed it? dosent really matter what kind of weapon or attack it is he just absorbs the energy (if theres matter it just converts that to energy then absorbs that), and that makes him want more.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Fifty years into the Shamai War, Chee Nira Cha continues to command the bridge with his typical hyperactive energy. A Nitha of one hundred twenty-five was literally unheard of, but the small fuzzy creature's tactical genius had become legendary enough that his grinning face, bravely pointing a stylized Collectivity Fleet towards an uncertain event horizon, had become standard propaganda fare for the Collectivity High Command for decades now. As such, Chee Nira Cha was a symbol, and not one to be disregarded. And he had held the Arbitration Fleet together for fifty years.
Recognizing the need of keeping the famous admiral alive, millions of man hours were spent on a longevity program. Injections into the Nitha equivalent of the pineal and adrenal glands started to slow the muscular degradation process, but they could only do so much. On the neural front, Qii-developed cerebral-enhancer nano-enzymes managed to prevent dementia or any other old-age related psychological problems. But despite all this, the admiral's body was still that of an aging man. The Nitha remedied this, finally, by creating a custom-made exo-suit for the admiral, encasing his aging spherical frame in a two-meter high robotic body.
The crew jokes that 'Now we have our own Zan to fight Shamai' aside, the robotic enhancements to Chee's frame were useful. His own neural enhancements included a full wireless integration into the fleet's trigonometric positioning data, so more than any other officer in the fleet, the High Commander was constantly aware of where his ships were, and what they were doing. Albeit with millions of individuals and more conventional electromagnetic and quantum communications, the Collectivity had effectively replicated the mysterious god-like ability of the Zan to control their ships from afar.
The side effects of being plugged into the doings of dozens of ships and millions of crewmen made their admiral a bit...strange, though.
"Yes. Supply shipments sufficient. Screamer warhead stockpiles on Vakash low, requisition order needed. Sensor activity high in Naphta sector, dispatch signature probe. No. Two signature probes. Are there any fish? I would like a fish."
The bridge of the Arbitration Fleet's flagship Doctrine remains in a state of barely controlled chaos. A spherical room surrounded by HUD's, readouts, and three-dimensional displays, Admiral Chee sits in the center in an elevated chair, four extendable robotic arms constantly tapping various buttons, sending out signals and orders, creating and editing reports, directing fleet movements and keeping the fleet from collapsing into disorganization under its' own inertia. Around him, dozens of officers in Collectivity whites scramble to meet his specifications.
The Admiral doesn't have one adjutant or a personal staff, because no officer can keep up with him for long. Rather, they are rotated through the bridge in hourlong shifts. As an interesting aside, the Collectivity grades material reimbursement for time spent with the Commander (in various desired goods, since the Collectivity has no currency) as battlefield pay.
The Collectivity had honed a weapon of their own to go against the deranged god-intelligence of Shamai. Though the question of whether their weapon was even more deranged...they'll leave that up to the historians.
Recognizing the need of keeping the famous admiral alive, millions of man hours were spent on a longevity program. Injections into the Nitha equivalent of the pineal and adrenal glands started to slow the muscular degradation process, but they could only do so much. On the neural front, Qii-developed cerebral-enhancer nano-enzymes managed to prevent dementia or any other old-age related psychological problems. But despite all this, the admiral's body was still that of an aging man. The Nitha remedied this, finally, by creating a custom-made exo-suit for the admiral, encasing his aging spherical frame in a two-meter high robotic body.
The crew jokes that 'Now we have our own Zan to fight Shamai' aside, the robotic enhancements to Chee's frame were useful. His own neural enhancements included a full wireless integration into the fleet's trigonometric positioning data, so more than any other officer in the fleet, the High Commander was constantly aware of where his ships were, and what they were doing. Albeit with millions of individuals and more conventional electromagnetic and quantum communications, the Collectivity had effectively replicated the mysterious god-like ability of the Zan to control their ships from afar.
The side effects of being plugged into the doings of dozens of ships and millions of crewmen made their admiral a bit...strange, though.
"Yes. Supply shipments sufficient. Screamer warhead stockpiles on Vakash low, requisition order needed. Sensor activity high in Naphta sector, dispatch signature probe. No. Two signature probes. Are there any fish? I would like a fish."
The bridge of the Arbitration Fleet's flagship Doctrine remains in a state of barely controlled chaos. A spherical room surrounded by HUD's, readouts, and three-dimensional displays, Admiral Chee sits in the center in an elevated chair, four extendable robotic arms constantly tapping various buttons, sending out signals and orders, creating and editing reports, directing fleet movements and keeping the fleet from collapsing into disorganization under its' own inertia. Around him, dozens of officers in Collectivity whites scramble to meet his specifications.
The Admiral doesn't have one adjutant or a personal staff, because no officer can keep up with him for long. Rather, they are rotated through the bridge in hourlong shifts. As an interesting aside, the Collectivity grades material reimbursement for time spent with the Commander (in various desired goods, since the Collectivity has no currency) as battlefield pay.
The Collectivity had honed a weapon of their own to go against the deranged god-intelligence of Shamai. Though the question of whether their weapon was even more deranged...they'll leave that up to the historians.
erez87
Lord of Random
Deep within the memories of my computers lie history no Zan reads anymore. Technologies long lost, knowledge long gone from anyone's thought. I have made a decision. I will log into the ancient knowledge, I will read what no Zan reads anymore, and learn all the mistakes we have made to become what we are now.
More than everything. I will know what we were once. Before the time our robotics took over our bodies and we became nothing but pieces of flash that control vast empires. There are no more than six hundred Zan across the galaxy.
...
Information runs in my mind. The cataclysm is a strange event. It seems not to be random nor to be obvious. Why have it come?
to Kena:
I have fear in my of the past. The Zan did not become what they are now out of chance. It was something beyond evil and terror. Even the Wera could not stop such evil. The cataclysm did not come by chance. Use the Dirge well. Our need for this weapons will soon be greater than ever. My new design is almost ready as well. For the doom and annihilation of all that isn't Zan by birth.
More than everything. I will know what we were once. Before the time our robotics took over our bodies and we became nothing but pieces of flash that control vast empires. There are no more than six hundred Zan across the galaxy.
...
Information runs in my mind. The cataclysm is a strange event. It seems not to be random nor to be obvious. Why have it come?
to Kena:
I have fear in my of the past. The Zan did not become what they are now out of chance. It was something beyond evil and terror. Even the Wera could not stop such evil. The cataclysm did not come by chance. Use the Dirge well. Our need for this weapons will soon be greater than ever. My new design is almost ready as well. For the doom and annihilation of all that isn't Zan by birth.
Freemanuncg
Warlord
The Wera slowly drew the One onward, the gigantic star eater dwarfing the Weras impressive size. The Wera had long since abandoned the tag and chase hunt it had kept up for some time, and now moved deliberately keeping a few million kilometers in front of the oncoming One.
The One sent his signals out as always.
HUNGRY
The Wera reassured the lumbering behemoth with the same signal it had been using since it formed this plan.
This Way
And on they went till at last the Wera reached its destination. An uninhabited star system, no planets circled this wildly fluctuating blue star. The One followed the Wera deep into the stars gravity well, when suddenly the mighty energy source could no longer be detected by the One. It was as if the Wera had vanished.
The One sent out the signal to the Many surrounding him.
HUNGRY
And this time the Wera masking its power and hiding behind the star did not respond. The Many located the nearest source of radiation and sent their own trillions of signals to the One.
This Way
As the One consumed the blue star it was filled with energy and as the last light of some unknown star was consumed by the devouring maw of the One the Wera came out of hiding.
The Wera pondered for some time, on this unusual creature it had in tow. For as soon as the star had been consumed the One fixed its sights on the Wera once again and lumbered towards it.
The Wera moved off from the ex-star system slowly with the One trailing behind.
The One sent his signals out as always.
HUNGRY
The Wera reassured the lumbering behemoth with the same signal it had been using since it formed this plan.
This Way
And on they went till at last the Wera reached its destination. An uninhabited star system, no planets circled this wildly fluctuating blue star. The One followed the Wera deep into the stars gravity well, when suddenly the mighty energy source could no longer be detected by the One. It was as if the Wera had vanished.
The One sent out the signal to the Many surrounding him.
HUNGRY
And this time the Wera masking its power and hiding behind the star did not respond. The Many located the nearest source of radiation and sent their own trillions of signals to the One.
This Way
As the One consumed the blue star it was filled with energy and as the last light of some unknown star was consumed by the devouring maw of the One the Wera came out of hiding.
The Wera pondered for some time, on this unusual creature it had in tow. For as soon as the star had been consumed the One fixed its sights on the Wera once again and lumbered towards it.
The Wera moved off from the ex-star system slowly with the One trailing behind.
To: Shamai
From: Kena
The past is something into which I rarely delve- I am a warrior, not a lorekeeper. But I remember the cataclysm as well as you, or any other Zan, and it deeply disturbs me to think of it. Let the sleeping ghosts of our kind be in peace, in the knowledge that their kind lives on eternally, shaping the universe as we please.
From: Kena
The past is something into which I rarely delve- I am a warrior, not a lorekeeper. But I remember the cataclysm as well as you, or any other Zan, and it deeply disturbs me to think of it. Let the sleeping ghosts of our kind be in peace, in the knowledge that their kind lives on eternally, shaping the universe as we please.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
In the tiring grandiloquence of Republican politics on Garv'n a single voice cries out. Kena approaches from sector 34Za with another invasion fleet. The ramblings of the various elected officials ceases, silence overtakes the extravagant housings of the Galactic government as every seat filled remains perfectly still. From her holopad adjacent to the speaker and president of the senate, One watched on; glowing as always in her soft white elegance. A scarred old Lauki admiral stands from his seat and breaks the calm.
Never has such a threat come over this entity since the expulsion of the Maus! Yet you all roam about in your partisanship like fools. Kena cares not for our differences, she only cares for the subjugation of our peoples.
Admiral Loc'Nu, a Fudirunin politician cut in We simply don't have the resources to defend ourselves. Our worlds are destroyed and lost forever. Fudirun has been extinguished like a flame, never to shine again.
With all due respect, your pinkness, and I mean with all due respect. We have no time to care for your losses, Garv'n has over five trillion souls and growing, we cannot afford to lose this world to the Zan threat. The admiral looks over the senate, his antennae twitching in anxiety. The silence is suddenly ended by the roar of the entire senate arguing amongst themselves over the next course of action. Loc'Nu, frustrated with these bickering fools, begins to remove himself from the room and is followed by several different representatives of all races in the Republic. A sudden loudness overtook them as One spoke out above the chatter.
Wait! her electronic voice echoing across the room, We must work together on this or fall forever. Your emotional frustrations are well met admiral, and so too are the worries of the rest of the senate, but we have no time for such politics.
Voices cried out in the room, And what do you suggest?, How can we be victorious?, What are our options?.
The Wera and the Choon. She answered back, scanning the room for dissent, and dissent she found. Shouts returned once more.
The Wera! Ha, they've long since gone insane with power. They are playmates of the universe and not helpers of mortal beings like us. The Choon help but themselves, with the exception of our lovely ally they are all too free to bother. Risking their children for us is not in their vocabulary.
I will do this of my own accord. I have enlisted the help of Choon before and shall do it again. Less you forget who organized this republic! Do not turn your backs on the founding mother, children.
But Mother, how will you even contact a Wera? The only one we know of is around Zarr, and the journey would be futile. We haven't the time for such a travel.
As for the Wera, I have an idea.
Never has such a threat come over this entity since the expulsion of the Maus! Yet you all roam about in your partisanship like fools. Kena cares not for our differences, she only cares for the subjugation of our peoples.
Admiral Loc'Nu, a Fudirunin politician cut in We simply don't have the resources to defend ourselves. Our worlds are destroyed and lost forever. Fudirun has been extinguished like a flame, never to shine again.
With all due respect, your pinkness, and I mean with all due respect. We have no time to care for your losses, Garv'n has over five trillion souls and growing, we cannot afford to lose this world to the Zan threat. The admiral looks over the senate, his antennae twitching in anxiety. The silence is suddenly ended by the roar of the entire senate arguing amongst themselves over the next course of action. Loc'Nu, frustrated with these bickering fools, begins to remove himself from the room and is followed by several different representatives of all races in the Republic. A sudden loudness overtook them as One spoke out above the chatter.
Wait! her electronic voice echoing across the room, We must work together on this or fall forever. Your emotional frustrations are well met admiral, and so too are the worries of the rest of the senate, but we have no time for such politics.
Voices cried out in the room, And what do you suggest?, How can we be victorious?, What are our options?.
The Wera and the Choon. She answered back, scanning the room for dissent, and dissent she found. Shouts returned once more.
The Wera! Ha, they've long since gone insane with power. They are playmates of the universe and not helpers of mortal beings like us. The Choon help but themselves, with the exception of our lovely ally they are all too free to bother. Risking their children for us is not in their vocabulary.
I will do this of my own accord. I have enlisted the help of Choon before and shall do it again. Less you forget who organized this republic! Do not turn your backs on the founding mother, children.
But Mother, how will you even contact a Wera? The only one we know of is around Zarr, and the journey would be futile. We haven't the time for such a travel.
As for the Wera, I have an idea.
Freemanuncg
Warlord
This place was cold and dark. It had taken the mighty creatures, the One and the Wera, many days to reach this place. The Wera had to go slowly lest the One give its potential prey up as a meal and lumber off in the direction of some unsuspecting star system.
"HUNGRY"
The One's signal was sent out, and the voices responded as always.
"This Way"
The growing gravity as they slowly approached seem to have no effect on the ancient and lumbering One. The Wera however was more than a little concerned, had it made a mistake, whould this be too much energy, what if it could not escape the Gravity well.
The One had only a single thought.
"HUNGRY"
"HUNGRY"
The One's signal was sent out, and the voices responded as always.
"This Way"
The growing gravity as they slowly approached seem to have no effect on the ancient and lumbering One. The Wera however was more than a little concerned, had it made a mistake, whould this be too much energy, what if it could not escape the Gravity well.
The One had only a single thought.
"HUNGRY"
KaiserElectric
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Fudge, didn't know this was still alive.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Fleet Commander Dakar Tash'kral patched in to the comm. The hulking Kasekral had recently molted, giving his carapace an umber sheen.
"Honored lords, I am pleased to have established this contact." The visual signature wavered. "However, I doubt it shall persevere overmuch. I cannot allow the Zan to triangulate my position."
"Acknowledged. Patching in Fleet Commander Nira-Cha." The communications officer tapped several buttons, and the roboticized Nitha appeared.
"What? What! Ah, yes, communications. With superior...authorities. All of whom are younger than I. Except you, Qii've'nar Seii, honored holy one. You other ones annoy me however. Sirs. Respectful sirs. Oh, Dakar! How have you been? Appalling casualty rate. Rather jealous. My last requisition of fish was unanswered..." he trailed off testily, robotic arms continuing to perform tasks in the background, one of which appeared to be a popular Ullau puzzle game.
Sakas Ataka, the First Seraph, or species sub-executive, for the Kase'kral, spoke first, adjusting his wings testily. "The Protocol Council has assembled. The most recent referendum for continuance of the war has passed, but with smaller majorities than usual. We require more material evidence of Zan atrocities in order to maintain public support, especially among the Ullau."
Prai Nata Chet, the Nitha First Seraph, continued. "In the first days of light, when the Qii've'nar lifted the cerebral shroud, it was said by our Speakers that we were called to the heavens to war with angels and demons."
Tash'kral growled. "Scripture later, my lord. Status report. My final capital ship remains intact, but Kurilate is dangerously weak against an Abomination counterattack behind my salient. I counsel pulling all local units and recently forged battlecruisers and interceptors from the southern sectors there. Sensory data indicates past conflict between the Zan and the bio-planetoids of the Talek Reach. Evidently they are sentient. If the bio-planetoid orbiting Kurilate can be contacted, it would bolster the defenses."
Chee giggled. "Defense. Vid reports from Hedge show effectiveness of defense tactics against Zan. No, offense superior. Mag cannons, decimation from orbit, destruction of industrial capacity. Defense is simply stay of execution. Offense chance for survival. But, contact space monster, perhaps useful."
First Seraph (though he preferred the term Councillor) Qii've'nar Seii clicked for silence. "Point the point. Operational command and industrial requisitionary powers have been left with the Fleet Commanders as per the Defensive Protocols of the Doctrine Collective. Point the curve. As such, we can only guide, and these meetings are simply a formality, as you interface directly with the planetary governments, presuming continued referendum support." He coughed wetly. "Point the circle. Do not exceed your limits, Cha. The bulk of the industrial might of the Anathema, Shamai, remains intact."
Chee Nira Cha's robotic arms all froze abruptly. "Limits? Mmmm. Fascinating thought, holy angel. True limits of Doctrine's mag cannons yet to be tested. Perhaps could be overclocked with more interior heat sinks...destructive power increased fivefold!"
The Qii've'nar clicked. "Mobius halt. That was not...precisely what I meant."
"Honored lords, I am pleased to have established this contact." The visual signature wavered. "However, I doubt it shall persevere overmuch. I cannot allow the Zan to triangulate my position."
"Acknowledged. Patching in Fleet Commander Nira-Cha." The communications officer tapped several buttons, and the roboticized Nitha appeared.
"What? What! Ah, yes, communications. With superior...authorities. All of whom are younger than I. Except you, Qii've'nar Seii, honored holy one. You other ones annoy me however. Sirs. Respectful sirs. Oh, Dakar! How have you been? Appalling casualty rate. Rather jealous. My last requisition of fish was unanswered..." he trailed off testily, robotic arms continuing to perform tasks in the background, one of which appeared to be a popular Ullau puzzle game.
Sakas Ataka, the First Seraph, or species sub-executive, for the Kase'kral, spoke first, adjusting his wings testily. "The Protocol Council has assembled. The most recent referendum for continuance of the war has passed, but with smaller majorities than usual. We require more material evidence of Zan atrocities in order to maintain public support, especially among the Ullau."
Prai Nata Chet, the Nitha First Seraph, continued. "In the first days of light, when the Qii've'nar lifted the cerebral shroud, it was said by our Speakers that we were called to the heavens to war with angels and demons."
Tash'kral growled. "Scripture later, my lord. Status report. My final capital ship remains intact, but Kurilate is dangerously weak against an Abomination counterattack behind my salient. I counsel pulling all local units and recently forged battlecruisers and interceptors from the southern sectors there. Sensory data indicates past conflict between the Zan and the bio-planetoids of the Talek Reach. Evidently they are sentient. If the bio-planetoid orbiting Kurilate can be contacted, it would bolster the defenses."
Chee giggled. "Defense. Vid reports from Hedge show effectiveness of defense tactics against Zan. No, offense superior. Mag cannons, decimation from orbit, destruction of industrial capacity. Defense is simply stay of execution. Offense chance for survival. But, contact space monster, perhaps useful."
First Seraph (though he preferred the term Councillor) Qii've'nar Seii clicked for silence. "Point the point. Operational command and industrial requisitionary powers have been left with the Fleet Commanders as per the Defensive Protocols of the Doctrine Collective. Point the curve. As such, we can only guide, and these meetings are simply a formality, as you interface directly with the planetary governments, presuming continued referendum support." He coughed wetly. "Point the circle. Do not exceed your limits, Cha. The bulk of the industrial might of the Anathema, Shamai, remains intact."
Chee Nira Cha's robotic arms all froze abruptly. "Limits? Mmmm. Fascinating thought, holy angel. True limits of Doctrine's mag cannons yet to be tested. Perhaps could be overclocked with more interior heat sinks...destructive power increased fivefold!"
The Qii've'nar clicked. "Mobius halt. That was not...precisely what I meant."
Freemanuncg
Warlord
The One nudged its way into the accretion disk, the super charged matter and energy moving at near the speed of light forever circling, and quickly began to absorb Massive amounts of energy. The disk was wider across than most solar systems, and so the one lumbered on its slow inexorable pace leaving a dark curved tail behind him as he consumed matter and energy. The speed of the disk was covering the One’s massive track but the Wera could still see it from a distance, moving slowly towards the center.
The Wera watched, from what it assumed would be a safe distance, excitement like it had not known in billions of years coursed through him. What would happen? This little experiment ventured into realms unknown even to his mighty and knowledgeable people. And that is what it was, an experiment, the Wera had observed this behemoth consume a star as if it were a snack. Nothing seemed to distract it from its goal of feeding and nothing would satisfy its hunger, maybe it could be put to good use.
Just Maybe.
Slowly the One moved closer to its goal, it was closer to the center now than the edge, and showing no sign of being affected. It just chugged along, absorbing the energy crashing into it like waves, and taking no heed of gravitational stresses which would have ripped most anything apart and spread it halfway across the galaxy. If anything it seemed to the Wera that the gravity itself was being converted into energy fortifying the One and feeding it, not harming it.
It would happen any second now, the One was there, and no longer was it absorbing the energy from the disk but neither was it showing the characteristic warping seen in all other experiments with this phenomenon. No signals were coming to the Wera from the One now, they would have been caught in the gravity well.
The Wera watched in utter astonishment as, unbroken, the One moved forward and crossed into the Event Horizon.
The Wera watched, from what it assumed would be a safe distance, excitement like it had not known in billions of years coursed through him. What would happen? This little experiment ventured into realms unknown even to his mighty and knowledgeable people. And that is what it was, an experiment, the Wera had observed this behemoth consume a star as if it were a snack. Nothing seemed to distract it from its goal of feeding and nothing would satisfy its hunger, maybe it could be put to good use.
Just Maybe.
Slowly the One moved closer to its goal, it was closer to the center now than the edge, and showing no sign of being affected. It just chugged along, absorbing the energy crashing into it like waves, and taking no heed of gravitational stresses which would have ripped most anything apart and spread it halfway across the galaxy. If anything it seemed to the Wera that the gravity itself was being converted into energy fortifying the One and feeding it, not harming it.
It would happen any second now, the One was there, and no longer was it absorbing the energy from the disk but neither was it showing the characteristic warping seen in all other experiments with this phenomenon. No signals were coming to the Wera from the One now, they would have been caught in the gravity well.
The Wera watched in utter astonishment as, unbroken, the One moved forward and crossed into the Event Horizon.
erez87
Lord of Random
Now let Iggy decide what will come of this One vs. black hole...
Still, I know what you are trying to achieve
Still, I know what you are trying to achieve
Colonisation was a number of things; Easy was not one of them. For first colony of Sapro it was big business, a continual stream of contracts for various ships from the space docks and goods from the modern efficient factories. For the teeming masses of Kadanoff on Ka it was a potential for a new life, new wealth and opportunities. For the leaders of the Unity it gave them political capital and enabling them to reward both the poor and the rich. For the Kadanoff scientists new worlds gave a fascinating array of biological solutions to each worlds unique conditions, for the life already on those worlds Kadanoff colonisation was a rather destructive trial by fire.
The Leaders of the Unity had set up contracts for two large colonisation missions, and a further military colonisation of a third system [1], in an effort to minimise on duplication of efforts. Each of these colonisation efforts had the massive task of being able to provide basic infrastructure for each system. As such, the basics of fusion power plants, factories for basic goods, hydroponics farms, mining materials and construction machinery had to be transported. Last if the target system is not absolutely ideal for any of the Kadanoff body types [2], specific habitats have to be constructed on the planet surface.
So the most efficient way to colonise a system [3], or rather the proposed solution, was to construct spaceships at Sapro, each a mini-factory, with a fleet of drones to be able to mine the asteroid belt. Stationed near the asteroid belts these factories would be able to collect the raw resources and then launch their final products towards the colonised planet, where they could be collected through precise control of thrusters on the goods crates and a fleet of specialised aircraft that could reach the limits of the planets atmosphere [4]. This would then be able to transport machinery and temporary housing to the surface. Then the system would be developed with the majority of the factories and so forth constructed in system, capital being invested from the rest of the state. And that was how a system was exploited.
[1] The previously mentioned black hole system....duh
[2] On a long time scale this is not an issue, simply have a different breed of Kadaonff on the planet etc.
[3] well, my very brief thoughts into it.
[4] Skylon type things I suppose.
More later; like system names and so forth.
The Leaders of the Unity had set up contracts for two large colonisation missions, and a further military colonisation of a third system [1], in an effort to minimise on duplication of efforts. Each of these colonisation efforts had the massive task of being able to provide basic infrastructure for each system. As such, the basics of fusion power plants, factories for basic goods, hydroponics farms, mining materials and construction machinery had to be transported. Last if the target system is not absolutely ideal for any of the Kadanoff body types [2], specific habitats have to be constructed on the planet surface.
So the most efficient way to colonise a system [3], or rather the proposed solution, was to construct spaceships at Sapro, each a mini-factory, with a fleet of drones to be able to mine the asteroid belt. Stationed near the asteroid belts these factories would be able to collect the raw resources and then launch their final products towards the colonised planet, where they could be collected through precise control of thrusters on the goods crates and a fleet of specialised aircraft that could reach the limits of the planets atmosphere [4]. This would then be able to transport machinery and temporary housing to the surface. Then the system would be developed with the majority of the factories and so forth constructed in system, capital being invested from the rest of the state. And that was how a system was exploited.
[1] The previously mentioned black hole system....duh
[2] On a long time scale this is not an issue, simply have a different breed of Kadaonff on the planet etc.
[3] well, my very brief thoughts into it.
[4] Skylon type things I suppose.
More later; like system names and so forth.
On Koraft
On the surface of that jungle-ridden world, a patrol of three figures had come to a halt upon a long ridge. On one side was rolling hills of jungle. On the other...
“Daaaaaamn.”
A precipice. Gando, a brawny Branigan, lifted himself out of his mech and dropped to the ground, falling at an unnaturally slow speed. Two other machines, one an elegantly curved, bipedal strider, the other a tanklike hexapod, came to a halt behind Gando’s heavily armed walker. From the first descended a thing, knobbly insectoid- Pekille, a Kurkrav, who immediately bent down to the ground and embraced it. She withdrew, a moment later, gagging and coughing at the poor quality of the air. Gando chuckled as the Kurkrav gave him a dirty look- though it was always hard to read expressions on their stiff faces. ‘Keep your eyes on the antennae.’ That was the general rule, although Gando was still only beginning to decode the intricacies of their movement.
The pair walked towards the edge, immediately confirming the source of the ashen, polluted air. The ridge that they stood upon stood at the edge of a vertical drop-off. Deep below, a red and black sea of lava burbled in a great, bizarre curve.
“Mark another gravitational anomaly here Pek.” The Kurkrav nodded and began adding the new coordinates to her map, as the Navartine Huuluudof descended in a lifter out of his vehicle, clad in an all-encompassing environmental suit to protect his amphibious skin from the surroundings. Gando walked around on the edge, admiring the bizarre landscape around him. He’s never seen anything quite like it before, and strongly doubted that he’d ever see something like it again. The Zan assault that had destroyed the Zaff presence on the planet left behind very obvious scars. Determining the direction ‘down’ in this area seemed to be a futil exercise. Gando could look ‘down’ the cliff to see the molten ocean, but as he brought his gaze to the horizontal, he saw the very same sight. It seemed that the lava sea curved a full 90 degrees before transitioning to solid rock, which continued curving upwards, until the Branigan could look straight upwards and see, in the far distance, trees growing ‘downwards’ towards him, giving him a strange sensation of being inside some giant cavern. Fortunately, he did not feel entirely closed off- the apparent overhang disappeared out of view, folding back behind itself. He imagined that the cross section of the fold might look like a giant wave of earth floating in a fiery red ocean, crashing against the small ridge upon which the trio stood.
“Now that’s really something.”
“Mother Koraft must be pained terribly by this.” The Navartine mused, a sad tone in his voice. Pekille, distracted by the sensation of his slender, clawlike fingers running through the dirt of his homeworld, was roused to attention by the comment.
“She’ll heal.” Responded Pekille.
“As shall all, in time.” Murmured Huuluudof, continuing his musings.
“I sure hope it will.”
A brief silence followed as the Navartine gave the Branigan another piercing glance.
“We know it will.”
Gando nodded rapidly, hoping to evade the deadly situation of irking a Navartine. He’d done it several times before, each time by accident, and each time followed by a rather intense lecture on some aspect of Navartine philosophy, or faith, or what have you. It seemed to the inexperienced Branigan that the only safe thing to do around such a character was to respond affirmatively to every statement. Huuluudof, for his part, was used to the seeming ignorance of the Branigans in matters of spiritual importance, and was more than happy to enlighten his comrade.
“I think...” began Pekille, “That I shall build a home here.”
Gando, for once, decided to keep his mouth shut. The Kurkrav had made a similar comment at every stop made by the small surveying group thusfar. Oh well, the Branigan figured that he could hardly begrudge Pekille an opportunity to touch, taste, smell, and feel his homeworld after so many centuries of absence. Idly, he considered what it would be like to do the same on his own homeworld. Braniga was lost forever, but Gando still tried to imagine the feeling of returning to an ancestral home.
Nothing. He frowned, felt saddened by the apparent lack of emotional attachment for some time, and then steeled himself. He was Branigan, he was not tied to a cradle. That thought bolstered him, and with a smile back across his broad, toothy face, Gando walked back over to the group.
“Now, sighseeing’s all fine and good, but we’ve got to make the rest of this loop by nightfall if we want to get back to-”
The trio’s receivers all buzzed out a terse message.
“Zan manufactory region has not deactivated in sector 113.9A 28.2R. All units within range prepare for combat with Zan Drones.”
“All right, action!” Pekille was already sprinting back to her strider, clambering back into it within a few seconds. Gando and Huuluudof followed shortly thereafter, loading into their own vehicles. A wide grin spread across Gando’s face as his mech powered up, fusion burners lighting up across his suit. Combat. It was what he was born and bred for. Tapping a few controls, he patched into his party’s common frequency.
“Gentlemen?”
“Ready.” Came the reedy, eager voice of Pekille.
“Present and intact.” Rumbled Huuluudof.
Gando lowered his blast mask over the broad grin of his face with a pneumatic hiss. Yellow eyespots lit up on the opaque shield, and a baritone metallic voice spoke through the radio.
“Let’s get dangerous.”
“Let's trash some bots!”
“Cleanse the earth.”
On the surface of that jungle-ridden world, a patrol of three figures had come to a halt upon a long ridge. On one side was rolling hills of jungle. On the other...
“Daaaaaamn.”
A precipice. Gando, a brawny Branigan, lifted himself out of his mech and dropped to the ground, falling at an unnaturally slow speed. Two other machines, one an elegantly curved, bipedal strider, the other a tanklike hexapod, came to a halt behind Gando’s heavily armed walker. From the first descended a thing, knobbly insectoid- Pekille, a Kurkrav, who immediately bent down to the ground and embraced it. She withdrew, a moment later, gagging and coughing at the poor quality of the air. Gando chuckled as the Kurkrav gave him a dirty look- though it was always hard to read expressions on their stiff faces. ‘Keep your eyes on the antennae.’ That was the general rule, although Gando was still only beginning to decode the intricacies of their movement.
The pair walked towards the edge, immediately confirming the source of the ashen, polluted air. The ridge that they stood upon stood at the edge of a vertical drop-off. Deep below, a red and black sea of lava burbled in a great, bizarre curve.
“Mark another gravitational anomaly here Pek.” The Kurkrav nodded and began adding the new coordinates to her map, as the Navartine Huuluudof descended in a lifter out of his vehicle, clad in an all-encompassing environmental suit to protect his amphibious skin from the surroundings. Gando walked around on the edge, admiring the bizarre landscape around him. He’s never seen anything quite like it before, and strongly doubted that he’d ever see something like it again. The Zan assault that had destroyed the Zaff presence on the planet left behind very obvious scars. Determining the direction ‘down’ in this area seemed to be a futil exercise. Gando could look ‘down’ the cliff to see the molten ocean, but as he brought his gaze to the horizontal, he saw the very same sight. It seemed that the lava sea curved a full 90 degrees before transitioning to solid rock, which continued curving upwards, until the Branigan could look straight upwards and see, in the far distance, trees growing ‘downwards’ towards him, giving him a strange sensation of being inside some giant cavern. Fortunately, he did not feel entirely closed off- the apparent overhang disappeared out of view, folding back behind itself. He imagined that the cross section of the fold might look like a giant wave of earth floating in a fiery red ocean, crashing against the small ridge upon which the trio stood.
“Now that’s really something.”
“Mother Koraft must be pained terribly by this.” The Navartine mused, a sad tone in his voice. Pekille, distracted by the sensation of his slender, clawlike fingers running through the dirt of his homeworld, was roused to attention by the comment.
“She’ll heal.” Responded Pekille.
“As shall all, in time.” Murmured Huuluudof, continuing his musings.
“I sure hope it will.”
A brief silence followed as the Navartine gave the Branigan another piercing glance.
“We know it will.”
Gando nodded rapidly, hoping to evade the deadly situation of irking a Navartine. He’d done it several times before, each time by accident, and each time followed by a rather intense lecture on some aspect of Navartine philosophy, or faith, or what have you. It seemed to the inexperienced Branigan that the only safe thing to do around such a character was to respond affirmatively to every statement. Huuluudof, for his part, was used to the seeming ignorance of the Branigans in matters of spiritual importance, and was more than happy to enlighten his comrade.
“I think...” began Pekille, “That I shall build a home here.”
Gando, for once, decided to keep his mouth shut. The Kurkrav had made a similar comment at every stop made by the small surveying group thusfar. Oh well, the Branigan figured that he could hardly begrudge Pekille an opportunity to touch, taste, smell, and feel his homeworld after so many centuries of absence. Idly, he considered what it would be like to do the same on his own homeworld. Braniga was lost forever, but Gando still tried to imagine the feeling of returning to an ancestral home.
Nothing. He frowned, felt saddened by the apparent lack of emotional attachment for some time, and then steeled himself. He was Branigan, he was not tied to a cradle. That thought bolstered him, and with a smile back across his broad, toothy face, Gando walked back over to the group.
“Now, sighseeing’s all fine and good, but we’ve got to make the rest of this loop by nightfall if we want to get back to-”
The trio’s receivers all buzzed out a terse message.
“Zan manufactory region has not deactivated in sector 113.9A 28.2R. All units within range prepare for combat with Zan Drones.”
“All right, action!” Pekille was already sprinting back to her strider, clambering back into it within a few seconds. Gando and Huuluudof followed shortly thereafter, loading into their own vehicles. A wide grin spread across Gando’s face as his mech powered up, fusion burners lighting up across his suit. Combat. It was what he was born and bred for. Tapping a few controls, he patched into his party’s common frequency.
“Gentlemen?”
“Ready.” Came the reedy, eager voice of Pekille.
“Present and intact.” Rumbled Huuluudof.
Gando lowered his blast mask over the broad grin of his face with a pneumatic hiss. Yellow eyespots lit up on the opaque shield, and a baritone metallic voice spoke through the radio.
“Let’s get dangerous.”
“Let's trash some bots!”
“Cleanse the earth.”
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