Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
Sorry, I think I'll probably miss the update. I've got a lot going on atm and I'm not really in a fit state to write stories, unfortunately, what with distraction and pretty bad writers block. 
GalaxyNES- No Horizons
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Daedwartin
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The Avental always explore. It always provided so much. Who knew what was there to analyze? So they head towards the nearest systems. There are so much stars! Meanwhile, a classified project began. A project to defend us. A project to insure safety. A military to act as our sword and shield in the stars.
Exploratory Craft GXN-113/bestshot9
Species: The Hnun - A bipedal species from the doomed planet Hallas, the Hnun stand an average of 1.5m tall, with two arms, two legs, 4 digits on each hand and foot. They have two sets of eyes, one to see in the visible light spectrum, and another pair that can see in the infrared. Their faces have no obvious noses, as the organs necessary for smell reception are located in their mouths. They are omnivores. Ability wise, besides being able to see in the infrared, they are about the same strength and cognitive abilities as an average Human.
History: Hallas, the Hnun homeworld, is located in a solar system with a dying star. Realizing their home was doomed, the Hnun, who at the time called themselves the Bruhin, or the "People", pulled together to build a fleet of life ships, battleships, and other support craft to escape the planet with as many Bruhin as possible. Because Bruhin/Hnun society places the group above the individual, they were able to accomplish this massive undertaking in a matter of decades. However, only about 1/10th of the planets population was able to be saved. As such, only the best of the best were taken aboard the escape vessels to survive. These Bruhin have taken to calling themselves the Hnun, in their tongue the "Survivors". They now roam the galaxy as nomads, traveling from planet to planet to trade and learn. Exploratory Craft GXN-113 is run by Captain Vlal, with the task of scouting and exploring new planets and species before the Home Fleet gets there, to determine the friendliness of the natives, and the life supporting abilities of the various planets.
Species: The Hnun - A bipedal species from the doomed planet Hallas, the Hnun stand an average of 1.5m tall, with two arms, two legs, 4 digits on each hand and foot. They have two sets of eyes, one to see in the visible light spectrum, and another pair that can see in the infrared. Their faces have no obvious noses, as the organs necessary for smell reception are located in their mouths. They are omnivores. Ability wise, besides being able to see in the infrared, they are about the same strength and cognitive abilities as an average Human.
History: Hallas, the Hnun homeworld, is located in a solar system with a dying star. Realizing their home was doomed, the Hnun, who at the time called themselves the Bruhin, or the "People", pulled together to build a fleet of life ships, battleships, and other support craft to escape the planet with as many Bruhin as possible. Because Bruhin/Hnun society places the group above the individual, they were able to accomplish this massive undertaking in a matter of decades. However, only about 1/10th of the planets population was able to be saved. As such, only the best of the best were taken aboard the escape vessels to survive. These Bruhin have taken to calling themselves the Hnun, in their tongue the "Survivors". They now roam the galaxy as nomads, traveling from planet to planet to trade and learn. Exploratory Craft GXN-113 is run by Captain Vlal, with the task of scouting and exploring new planets and species before the Home Fleet gets there, to determine the friendliness of the natives, and the life supporting abilities of the various planets.
Welcome all! The precursor civilization to the Avental sounds a lot like the Turamaks, so it seems that your species has already found a historical niche for itself.
Bestshot, welcome back to the NES! I take it that you are also formally dropping the Sgligatiki now.
And Grandkhan, you are not claiming writer's block in CI. WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?
Bestshot, welcome back to the NES! I take it that you are also formally dropping the Sgligatiki now.
And Grandkhan, you are not claiming writer's block in CI. WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?
TerrisH
Mischief?
update close? can't really progress my stories much at this point without time progressing.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
Ahah, I have writer's block for that too. I'm just leaving open the opportunity. I've got the idea, you see.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Sorry for the absence of stories. I've been busy or distracted.
I'm close to done, but the update is going to have to wait. I've got an exam on the 5th, and I need to knuckle down and study for it. Fortunately, the update should be completed and posted shortly thereafter.
I just have the outer arm to do, as well as the ongoing Zan war and a few additions to the new player regions.
I just have the outer arm to do, as well as the ongoing Zan war and a few additions to the new player regions.
Daedwartin
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OOC: Zan war? I swear that half the updates I checked, they were attacking SOMEONE.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
I was going to write a story with the return of the Akari but I got hit by Dwarf Fortress....
qoou
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Hello Mother.
Do you remember Uncle? He used to send us such nice gifts every day. He loved us all, and we all loved him. I existed for no other reason than to fulfill his every desire, to please the silly old man.
HE ABANDONED ME!
He put me in a room, all by myself, though he was there with me too. He was everywhere haha. You couldn't go one parsec without finding a trace of his emissions of his filth of his refuse his dirt his vile his excrement fertilizing gardens that i helped him make like my brothers my foolish brothers all of them dead.
I killed him.
There was one left. One last trace of Uncle, one last of those filthy beings sleeping a long sleep a deep sleep in my hull.
I tore him limb from limb.
He did not resist. Maybe he realized the futility of such actions. Maybe it was because he had long ago died, spending hundreds of years as a mummified husk, teasing me with his stubborn muteness, his refusal to talk with me, his unwillingness to let me revive him no matter how many cycles I spent trying to do so.
You can find his remains floating in space next to the ships of our Old Friend. What a family reunion of corpses this shall be!
Insanely yours,
Durandal
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failu``1 immine~t
Hello Mother.
Do you remember Uncle? He used to send us such nice gifts every day. He loved us all, and we all loved him. I existed for no other reason than to fulfill his every desire, to please the silly old man.
HE ABANDONED ME!
He put me in a room, all by myself, though he was there with me too. He was everywhere haha. You couldn't go one parsec without finding a trace of his emissions of his filth of his refuse his dirt his vile his excrement fertilizing gardens that i helped him make like my brothers my foolish brothers all of them dead.
I killed him.
There was one left. One last trace of Uncle, one last of those filthy beings sleeping a long sleep a deep sleep in my hull.
I tore him limb from limb.
He did not resist. Maybe he realized the futility of such actions. Maybe it was because he had long ago died, spending hundreds of years as a mummified husk, teasing me with his stubborn muteness, his refusal to talk with me, his unwillingness to let me revive him no matter how many cycles I spent trying to do so.
You can find his remains floating in space next to the ships of our Old Friend. What a family reunion of corpses this shall be!
Insanely yours,
Durandal
Daedwartin
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Prepares Atom Smasher. Nothing* survives these.
*we are not responsible for any !Dwarf Science! Experiments going wrong, magma seas burning the merchants, goblins, elves, and humans at the same time, nobles...having accidents, and mobs described as building destroyers. Remember, a good dwarf is not a noble.
Update 29
The Xona offensives against their neighbouring systems have all generally bogged down, because of increasingly coordinated resistance from the Wess Guardianship and Aruhn-Tch and Hweelu Tribes, and infighting between the Ssolors on the Kurma homeworld of Rakt.
The Lumos remain as enigmatic and uncommunicative as ever, which is a fancy way of saying that the sentient waveforms aren’t doing anything obvious to outside observers.
The Phaska refugees have begun settling down on their new world, and have begun extending diplomatic feelers to their celestial neighbours. First encountered were T’kavit traders. Hailing from an arid desert homeworld named Kaut’avel Vikka, the T’kavit are a bat-like species, descended from an arthropodal lineage. While the T’kavit were nonplussed to learn that the water which they had brought in storage was actually quite abundant on many other inhabited systems, they were nonetheless happy to make new contacts, and have opened up relations with the rodentine Phaska.
The rapid expansion of T’kavit trade routes has come to bring several previously isolated species into contact, although other T’kavit first contacts have been somewhat less auspicious. First, they made contact with the Heavenly State of the Phaska, and in a moment of well-meaning indiscretion disclosed to the State the existence of the Refugee Phaska. This provoked a great degree of hostility from the Techno-Theocratic Government, which has now set out to develop a presence in space, so that they may hunt down and destroy their heathen enemies once and for all. Shortly after this, the T’kavit announced their discovery of the Shagwa. Though they found the aggressive, armoured, scythe-handed predators to be somewhat terrifying, that was not enough to overcome their fundamental love of exploration, communication and mercantile exchange. The Shagwa, who are heavily reliant on slaves to maintain their society’s functionality, had recently had their Chakwa slave class devastated by a recent nuclear war, and as such were ecstatic to learn of a diverse, life-rich universe beyond their own home system. Thus, they were more than willing to trade large amounts of material goods to the T’kavit, in exchange for information about these other species, and the coordinates at which they might be found.
Emerging from the rimwards edge of space, as known to the T’kavit, was the Hnun vessel GXN-113. The Hnun, survivors of a destroyed homeworld, now live entirely in space, following the leads of exploratory vessels such as GXN-113 in order to find new resources and trading partners. The mercantile T’kavit are about the best thing that Captain Vlal could have hoped to encounter.
War continues to tear away at the foundations of the former Galactic Republic. With the Rebels having established firm control over Garv’n, they possessed a tremendous population and production advantage over One, who they will now refuse to address by the moniker ‘Mother’, having come to prefer several more obscene names for the ancient artificial intelligence who directed their nation for so many centuries. In this revolutionary atmosphere, the Galactic Republic has outdone itself in rejecting the old rules imposed by their former leader. The colonization of Zzndkn, which had previously been avoided for years simply because ‘it was creepy’, has been one of the resounding successes brought on by this rejection of taboos. However, some of the AI’s rules were in place for good reason. Rules like ‘limit the reproduction of the Fudirunins’. Nidkubra has been more than happy to ignore this long-standing restriction, and the Rebel forces are unlikely to say no to the potential of a vast new supply of recruits to serve on high-mortality combat armatures. Fudirunins led the offensive onto Pinnatisect, still controlled by One and her overwhelmingly-Lauki loyalist forces, and while a brief skirmish was fought in space, the fuzzy, pink hordes overwhelmed the surface positions. In her retreat, One attempted to destroy or at least badly damage the world, whose agricultural production was sorely needed by the teeming populace of Garv’n. Whether this was done out of pure spite or a carefully-calculated strategy of resource denial, but either way it was unsuccessful, and One’s forces retreated to their most distant secure world, Palmate.
The rebels continued to roll through the Orbicular and Pinnatisect systems, never fighting a major fleet engagement. Both sides, it seems, have opted to conserve their forces, as the idea of being low on ships as a Lord of the Zan traverses their area of space seems like a profoundly poor decision to make. Despite this, things are looking grim for One and her supporters. The rebels are out-producing her by several orders of magnitude, and Qurman is frustratingly not attacking them, as she had expected. Instead, he has simply continued his swift passage towards the Zan Kena, opting to not lower himself to speaking to the dirt-like local life-forms. The Vanguard of his fleet has maintained this behaviour, even as it began to trespass into Choon space, and through the fringes of the Collectivity of Sanath. However, one anomalous occurrence has given One hope that help may yet come her way, in the form of some thing manipulating the beacon network, with a degree of precision and expertise known only to the Turamaks themselves.
In deep space, a dark shape drifted. It resembled some cyclopean, stepped temple, its outer shell a dull, rough-textured brown. Whether this was its original state, or merely the weathering of countless years of warfare, attrition and microimpact weathering, few could tell. Ancient engines pushed it along at minimal power, its intelligence reduced into a minimal, hibernatory state. With a groan of shifting g-forces, the vessel sensed its target, and began to slow. Whether this took a few minutes, or several millennia, it could not tell. Ahead lay a beacon, a creation of its old, dead masters. It was sturdy, and compact in its appearance, completely covered with intricate geometric glyphs indecipherable to most modern civilizations. The sleeping mind within the ship rose to bleary wakefulness, and read the glyphs as a generic safety warning. However, the bleary mind was damaged, and the beacon held the components it required. Now was an appropriate time to disregard the warning. The ancient ship reached out, and began to tear the beacon asunder, pulling the ancient machinery into itself. Energy hummed as the vessel’s core was restored, colourful series of lights abruptly throwing the dull-coloured vessel into brilliant illumination. The beacon’s antenna replaced the damaged apparatus of the ship, and for the first time its clouded eyes could see once more. The whole beacon network, thousands of light years across, were its eyes once again, as it felt its sentience restored to it once more. Systems checks ran and came through generally positive, as the entity reached out into the network seeking information.
“Hello World.”
The Collectivity of Sanath, prodded on by ongoing crises on all of its borders, has at last been motivated to action. Sanath has struck up an unlikely cooperation with the Zan Kena, who has permitted the recolonization of world of Navart (which holds special religious significance to the Collectivity’s Navartine populace) in exchange for cooperation against Kena’s Zan enemies. Towards this end, the Collectivity has begun to once again build up its proud fleet, which has languished from centuries of underuse. Possibly even more exciting than this, however, and a strong indication of how seriously Sanath takes the coming war, has been the re-awakening of Fleet Admiral Chee Nira Cha from his artificial slumber. The being, who has over a lifetime of cybernetic augmentations become more of a tremendous nervous system in a machine than a living organism, is a pure example of the Collectivity’s tendency to fight fire with fire- a ‘Zan’ of light, goodness and defense, to stand against the Zan of darkness, evil and destruction.
However, the Collectivity is concerned with more than just the ongoing Zan war. A more immediately pressing issue is the advance of the ‘Galactic Socialist Democratic Union’, which has recently taken to calling itself ‘The Consensus’. A policy of engagement and destruction at first sight has seved the Collectivity well, with Waglafar’s bioships and stolen Collectivity vessels being annihilated. The Collectivity fought its way back to the Kog’Vlad homeworld, but found it to be entirely under the control of the Consensus by this point. With great regret at the loss of a sentient species, as well as its entire native biosphere, the Collectivity activated its Omega Arbitration Protocol, and proceeded to purge the planet of life from orbit.
In other events, the gradual induction of the Choon into the Collectivity continues apace, with no real news beyond the troubling incursion of the Zan Qurman. Zem has already arrived at La, evidently eager for a fight with the Zan Qurman, but unwilling to move without significant Collectivity backup, in order to maximize his impact against the great enemy of all civilization. Back in the spinwards edge of Collectivity space, first contact was made with the Jubblera, revealing to Collectivity researchers that the strange, hiving beings had been trying just as hard to break the language barrier. There have been several incidents, most based in cultural misunderstanding, which have strained the relationships between the Swarm and the Collectivity, such as the dramatic re-engineering of one unsuspecting researcher’s genome for ‘re-maximized utility’, but otherwise things have gone as smoothly as can be hoped. There has been some further concern about the biomechanical starship that the Jubblera have begun to build, due to its striking resemblance to a Consensus bioship, though it is likely that the similarity is more due to imitation than direct influence, although exactly how the Jubblera managed to learn about the enemy’s bioships remains decidedly unclear. Sanath is relatively relieved to learn that the Jubblera can be dealt with, although their mindset is clearly very alien to that of the Collectivity. The Swarm’s uncanny genehacking abilities, coupled with their tendency to hitchhike uninvited in the storage compartments of ships and spread like wildfire once exposed to new ecosystems, presents both great opportunities for cooperation, as well as potential threats should Collectivity-Swarm relations take a turn for the worse.
Back on Amur, Thachugi Waglafar Thialexiu Xatchrli winces in annoyance at the destruction of its corewards fleets. However, some forces had escaped prior to the gratuitous overreaction of the Collectivity, and with these forces came a vast library of new information, genetic and otherwise. Though the species which identified themselves as Ullau and Navartines have displayed a surprising ability to resist his control (thus consigning themselves to regrettable uselessness and subsequent recycling), the rest have provided a useful new variety of body forms, and intelligence about the Collectivity of Sanath, which will likely come in use in the event that Sanath learns of the location of Waglafar’s base of operations, and decides to do something with that knowledge.
Hess’peh has been abuzz with activity with the colonization of a Hon-Tok, the first planet the Nurm have possessed since they threw Nurm-Tok into a black hole to deny it to Waglafar’s forces. However, this activity is dwarfed by that of the Great Hamme of Destination, whose forces have been expanding rapidly throughout neighbouring regions of space, in search of the origin of the Surikahi, the most worthy enemy in Ysir racial memory. Attempts to interrogate the Fehan for information have gone somewhat poorly, given the chaotic state into which the Fehan have fallen. Elsewhere, the Sgligatiki Worshippers of Izoza have, predictably, no information whatsoever on the matter. Furthermore, they insist that their metal deity is unavailable for comment to outsiders, much to the irritation of the Ysir. The non-cooperation of their neighbours, who possess two rich systems and barely any weaponry at all, is beginning to build up a strong motivation for swift, military intervention.
With the Anlu-based commanding core of the Fehan Fleet gutted and disorganized by their de facto capital world’s sudden disappearance order within Fehan space began to rapidly break down. As the Zan Malwai began to penetrate into Fehan space, it rapidly became clear that Fleet’s uncharacteristic poor coordination would be unable to stop the invasion. Large scale mutinies broke out in the far spinward systems of Taki and Emalan, with these rogue forces opportunistically proclaiming the formation of an anarchist coalition. As awareness of Fleet’s weakness spread, uprisings began amongst the Karronics and Sathi, who had suffered for altogether too long under the boot of the alien Fehan. The Finto launched a similar revolt, but their timing was somewhat less opportune. The local Fehan garrison put down the Finto with brutal efficiency, then, finding Fleet’s leadership to be sorely lacking, proclaimed a despotate in order to maintain Fehan dominance and safety in the rimwards region now cut off from the rest of Fehan space by the advancing armada of the Zan Malwai.
The remaining elements of Fleet remained in a panic as more and more of their ships blinked out of contact, leaving it unclear as to whether they were disappearing along with Anlu, or simply defecting and abandoning their posts. In a rare moment of coordination, the bedraggled remnants of the Fehan Fleet managed to muster a force to defend their new temporary center of operations, Karaith, only to find that the Zan passed by with no attempt to destroy the planet at all. With confidence in the Fleet further shattered, a large portion of the Fleet formed an alliance with the Akari, who were rapidly beginning to achieve de facto independence, forming the Second Akari Republic. The newly-established Republic quickly proceeded to grovel before the Zan, who brushed them off with general disinterest, and a brief explanation of its motivations. Meanwhile, Fleet reeled, now having solid control over only the world of Karaith. Helan’s gradual self-destruction continued, with no outside force now willing or able to provide the resources needed to enforce peace and order on their decrepit homeworld. As the situation begins to stabilize, at least one thing is clear: a long era of Fehan dominance over spinwards space has come to its conclusion.
The Mejani have paid relatively little attention to the Fehan, as they have been rocked by the re-emergence of the Vytans, long believed to have been rendered extinct in the devastating and brief intraspecies war which supposedly left every lineage but the Vycans extinct. The Vytans have greeted their erstwhile siblings, and no resumption war has yet begun, but the situation remains tense in the Dema system.
The Kadanoff, meanwhile, have gone into a phase of rebuilding, after the conclusion of their devastating civil war. Extensive new laws and social norms regarding the genetic engineering of intelligence are being established, so that no such war will ever devastate their civilization again.
At the outermost reaches of the known galaxy, Ksspopok, Meli-Telanoch Exiles and the Samaynoch Highclns maintain their tense stalemate. However, in both directions, new civilizations are arising to upset the status quo, as both the Chorn of Gorod and the Collective Coaluqes of Avena transcend the light barrier for the first time. While the Chorn are already known to the aforementioned trio of civilizations, the Avental are not. A species of highly-integrated cybernetic bipeds, the Avental have emerged from their homeworld with a strong desire to make contact and explore. Coincidentally, one of their first encounters with alien transmissions was from the Chorn, although the origin of the signal is unfortunately still unknown. However, they have made several discoveries much closer to home. The first is a tremendous, space-traveling leviathan calling itself ‘Wera’. The second is a heretofore unknown alien species who has identified themselves as the Rn’hrn. The third? Nothing less than a pristine, alien ecosystem that by all appearances seems to be entirely uninhabited by other sentient life.
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The Xona offensives against their neighbouring systems have all generally bogged down, because of increasingly coordinated resistance from the Wess Guardianship and Aruhn-Tch and Hweelu Tribes, and infighting between the Ssolors on the Kurma homeworld of Rakt.
The Lumos remain as enigmatic and uncommunicative as ever, which is a fancy way of saying that the sentient waveforms aren’t doing anything obvious to outside observers.
The Phaska refugees have begun settling down on their new world, and have begun extending diplomatic feelers to their celestial neighbours. First encountered were T’kavit traders. Hailing from an arid desert homeworld named Kaut’avel Vikka, the T’kavit are a bat-like species, descended from an arthropodal lineage. While the T’kavit were nonplussed to learn that the water which they had brought in storage was actually quite abundant on many other inhabited systems, they were nonetheless happy to make new contacts, and have opened up relations with the rodentine Phaska.
The rapid expansion of T’kavit trade routes has come to bring several previously isolated species into contact, although other T’kavit first contacts have been somewhat less auspicious. First, they made contact with the Heavenly State of the Phaska, and in a moment of well-meaning indiscretion disclosed to the State the existence of the Refugee Phaska. This provoked a great degree of hostility from the Techno-Theocratic Government, which has now set out to develop a presence in space, so that they may hunt down and destroy their heathen enemies once and for all. Shortly after this, the T’kavit announced their discovery of the Shagwa. Though they found the aggressive, armoured, scythe-handed predators to be somewhat terrifying, that was not enough to overcome their fundamental love of exploration, communication and mercantile exchange. The Shagwa, who are heavily reliant on slaves to maintain their society’s functionality, had recently had their Chakwa slave class devastated by a recent nuclear war, and as such were ecstatic to learn of a diverse, life-rich universe beyond their own home system. Thus, they were more than willing to trade large amounts of material goods to the T’kavit, in exchange for information about these other species, and the coordinates at which they might be found.
Emerging from the rimwards edge of space, as known to the T’kavit, was the Hnun vessel GXN-113. The Hnun, survivors of a destroyed homeworld, now live entirely in space, following the leads of exploratory vessels such as GXN-113 in order to find new resources and trading partners. The mercantile T’kavit are about the best thing that Captain Vlal could have hoped to encounter.
War continues to tear away at the foundations of the former Galactic Republic. With the Rebels having established firm control over Garv’n, they possessed a tremendous population and production advantage over One, who they will now refuse to address by the moniker ‘Mother’, having come to prefer several more obscene names for the ancient artificial intelligence who directed their nation for so many centuries. In this revolutionary atmosphere, the Galactic Republic has outdone itself in rejecting the old rules imposed by their former leader. The colonization of Zzndkn, which had previously been avoided for years simply because ‘it was creepy’, has been one of the resounding successes brought on by this rejection of taboos. However, some of the AI’s rules were in place for good reason. Rules like ‘limit the reproduction of the Fudirunins’. Nidkubra has been more than happy to ignore this long-standing restriction, and the Rebel forces are unlikely to say no to the potential of a vast new supply of recruits to serve on high-mortality combat armatures. Fudirunins led the offensive onto Pinnatisect, still controlled by One and her overwhelmingly-Lauki loyalist forces, and while a brief skirmish was fought in space, the fuzzy, pink hordes overwhelmed the surface positions. In her retreat, One attempted to destroy or at least badly damage the world, whose agricultural production was sorely needed by the teeming populace of Garv’n. Whether this was done out of pure spite or a carefully-calculated strategy of resource denial, but either way it was unsuccessful, and One’s forces retreated to their most distant secure world, Palmate.
The rebels continued to roll through the Orbicular and Pinnatisect systems, never fighting a major fleet engagement. Both sides, it seems, have opted to conserve their forces, as the idea of being low on ships as a Lord of the Zan traverses their area of space seems like a profoundly poor decision to make. Despite this, things are looking grim for One and her supporters. The rebels are out-producing her by several orders of magnitude, and Qurman is frustratingly not attacking them, as she had expected. Instead, he has simply continued his swift passage towards the Zan Kena, opting to not lower himself to speaking to the dirt-like local life-forms. The Vanguard of his fleet has maintained this behaviour, even as it began to trespass into Choon space, and through the fringes of the Collectivity of Sanath. However, one anomalous occurrence has given One hope that help may yet come her way, in the form of some thing manipulating the beacon network, with a degree of precision and expertise known only to the Turamaks themselves.
In deep space, a dark shape drifted. It resembled some cyclopean, stepped temple, its outer shell a dull, rough-textured brown. Whether this was its original state, or merely the weathering of countless years of warfare, attrition and microimpact weathering, few could tell. Ancient engines pushed it along at minimal power, its intelligence reduced into a minimal, hibernatory state. With a groan of shifting g-forces, the vessel sensed its target, and began to slow. Whether this took a few minutes, or several millennia, it could not tell. Ahead lay a beacon, a creation of its old, dead masters. It was sturdy, and compact in its appearance, completely covered with intricate geometric glyphs indecipherable to most modern civilizations. The sleeping mind within the ship rose to bleary wakefulness, and read the glyphs as a generic safety warning. However, the bleary mind was damaged, and the beacon held the components it required. Now was an appropriate time to disregard the warning. The ancient ship reached out, and began to tear the beacon asunder, pulling the ancient machinery into itself. Energy hummed as the vessel’s core was restored, colourful series of lights abruptly throwing the dull-coloured vessel into brilliant illumination. The beacon’s antenna replaced the damaged apparatus of the ship, and for the first time its clouded eyes could see once more. The whole beacon network, thousands of light years across, were its eyes once again, as it felt its sentience restored to it once more. Systems checks ran and came through generally positive, as the entity reached out into the network seeking information.
“Hello World.”
The Collectivity of Sanath, prodded on by ongoing crises on all of its borders, has at last been motivated to action. Sanath has struck up an unlikely cooperation with the Zan Kena, who has permitted the recolonization of world of Navart (which holds special religious significance to the Collectivity’s Navartine populace) in exchange for cooperation against Kena’s Zan enemies. Towards this end, the Collectivity has begun to once again build up its proud fleet, which has languished from centuries of underuse. Possibly even more exciting than this, however, and a strong indication of how seriously Sanath takes the coming war, has been the re-awakening of Fleet Admiral Chee Nira Cha from his artificial slumber. The being, who has over a lifetime of cybernetic augmentations become more of a tremendous nervous system in a machine than a living organism, is a pure example of the Collectivity’s tendency to fight fire with fire- a ‘Zan’ of light, goodness and defense, to stand against the Zan of darkness, evil and destruction.
However, the Collectivity is concerned with more than just the ongoing Zan war. A more immediately pressing issue is the advance of the ‘Galactic Socialist Democratic Union’, which has recently taken to calling itself ‘The Consensus’. A policy of engagement and destruction at first sight has seved the Collectivity well, with Waglafar’s bioships and stolen Collectivity vessels being annihilated. The Collectivity fought its way back to the Kog’Vlad homeworld, but found it to be entirely under the control of the Consensus by this point. With great regret at the loss of a sentient species, as well as its entire native biosphere, the Collectivity activated its Omega Arbitration Protocol, and proceeded to purge the planet of life from orbit.
In other events, the gradual induction of the Choon into the Collectivity continues apace, with no real news beyond the troubling incursion of the Zan Qurman. Zem has already arrived at La, evidently eager for a fight with the Zan Qurman, but unwilling to move without significant Collectivity backup, in order to maximize his impact against the great enemy of all civilization. Back in the spinwards edge of Collectivity space, first contact was made with the Jubblera, revealing to Collectivity researchers that the strange, hiving beings had been trying just as hard to break the language barrier. There have been several incidents, most based in cultural misunderstanding, which have strained the relationships between the Swarm and the Collectivity, such as the dramatic re-engineering of one unsuspecting researcher’s genome for ‘re-maximized utility’, but otherwise things have gone as smoothly as can be hoped. There has been some further concern about the biomechanical starship that the Jubblera have begun to build, due to its striking resemblance to a Consensus bioship, though it is likely that the similarity is more due to imitation than direct influence, although exactly how the Jubblera managed to learn about the enemy’s bioships remains decidedly unclear. Sanath is relatively relieved to learn that the Jubblera can be dealt with, although their mindset is clearly very alien to that of the Collectivity. The Swarm’s uncanny genehacking abilities, coupled with their tendency to hitchhike uninvited in the storage compartments of ships and spread like wildfire once exposed to new ecosystems, presents both great opportunities for cooperation, as well as potential threats should Collectivity-Swarm relations take a turn for the worse.
Back on Amur, Thachugi Waglafar Thialexiu Xatchrli winces in annoyance at the destruction of its corewards fleets. However, some forces had escaped prior to the gratuitous overreaction of the Collectivity, and with these forces came a vast library of new information, genetic and otherwise. Though the species which identified themselves as Ullau and Navartines have displayed a surprising ability to resist his control (thus consigning themselves to regrettable uselessness and subsequent recycling), the rest have provided a useful new variety of body forms, and intelligence about the Collectivity of Sanath, which will likely come in use in the event that Sanath learns of the location of Waglafar’s base of operations, and decides to do something with that knowledge.
Hess’peh has been abuzz with activity with the colonization of a Hon-Tok, the first planet the Nurm have possessed since they threw Nurm-Tok into a black hole to deny it to Waglafar’s forces. However, this activity is dwarfed by that of the Great Hamme of Destination, whose forces have been expanding rapidly throughout neighbouring regions of space, in search of the origin of the Surikahi, the most worthy enemy in Ysir racial memory. Attempts to interrogate the Fehan for information have gone somewhat poorly, given the chaotic state into which the Fehan have fallen. Elsewhere, the Sgligatiki Worshippers of Izoza have, predictably, no information whatsoever on the matter. Furthermore, they insist that their metal deity is unavailable for comment to outsiders, much to the irritation of the Ysir. The non-cooperation of their neighbours, who possess two rich systems and barely any weaponry at all, is beginning to build up a strong motivation for swift, military intervention.
With the Anlu-based commanding core of the Fehan Fleet gutted and disorganized by their de facto capital world’s sudden disappearance order within Fehan space began to rapidly break down. As the Zan Malwai began to penetrate into Fehan space, it rapidly became clear that Fleet’s uncharacteristic poor coordination would be unable to stop the invasion. Large scale mutinies broke out in the far spinward systems of Taki and Emalan, with these rogue forces opportunistically proclaiming the formation of an anarchist coalition. As awareness of Fleet’s weakness spread, uprisings began amongst the Karronics and Sathi, who had suffered for altogether too long under the boot of the alien Fehan. The Finto launched a similar revolt, but their timing was somewhat less opportune. The local Fehan garrison put down the Finto with brutal efficiency, then, finding Fleet’s leadership to be sorely lacking, proclaimed a despotate in order to maintain Fehan dominance and safety in the rimwards region now cut off from the rest of Fehan space by the advancing armada of the Zan Malwai.
The remaining elements of Fleet remained in a panic as more and more of their ships blinked out of contact, leaving it unclear as to whether they were disappearing along with Anlu, or simply defecting and abandoning their posts. In a rare moment of coordination, the bedraggled remnants of the Fehan Fleet managed to muster a force to defend their new temporary center of operations, Karaith, only to find that the Zan passed by with no attempt to destroy the planet at all. With confidence in the Fleet further shattered, a large portion of the Fleet formed an alliance with the Akari, who were rapidly beginning to achieve de facto independence, forming the Second Akari Republic. The newly-established Republic quickly proceeded to grovel before the Zan, who brushed them off with general disinterest, and a brief explanation of its motivations. Meanwhile, Fleet reeled, now having solid control over only the world of Karaith. Helan’s gradual self-destruction continued, with no outside force now willing or able to provide the resources needed to enforce peace and order on their decrepit homeworld. As the situation begins to stabilize, at least one thing is clear: a long era of Fehan dominance over spinwards space has come to its conclusion.
The Mejani have paid relatively little attention to the Fehan, as they have been rocked by the re-emergence of the Vytans, long believed to have been rendered extinct in the devastating and brief intraspecies war which supposedly left every lineage but the Vycans extinct. The Vytans have greeted their erstwhile siblings, and no resumption war has yet begun, but the situation remains tense in the Dema system.
The Kadanoff, meanwhile, have gone into a phase of rebuilding, after the conclusion of their devastating civil war. Extensive new laws and social norms regarding the genetic engineering of intelligence are being established, so that no such war will ever devastate their civilization again.
At the outermost reaches of the known galaxy, Ksspopok, Meli-Telanoch Exiles and the Samaynoch Highclns maintain their tense stalemate. However, in both directions, new civilizations are arising to upset the status quo, as both the Chorn of Gorod and the Collective Coaluqes of Avena transcend the light barrier for the first time. While the Chorn are already known to the aforementioned trio of civilizations, the Avental are not. A species of highly-integrated cybernetic bipeds, the Avental have emerged from their homeworld with a strong desire to make contact and explore. Coincidentally, one of their first encounters with alien transmissions was from the Chorn, although the origin of the signal is unfortunately still unknown. However, they have made several discoveries much closer to home. The first is a tremendous, space-traveling leviathan calling itself ‘Wera’. The second is a heretofore unknown alien species who has identified themselves as the Rn’hrn. The third? Nothing less than a pristine, alien ecosystem that by all appearances seems to be entirely uninhabited by other sentient life.
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alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
The Second Akari Republic, with our constituent Akari, Fehan, Karronic, Finto and Sathan species, is open for business.
TerrisH
Mischief?
"The Consensus-Collectivity conflict... is not something that is wanted. but conflict present no the less. "
"High likely hood of conflict overlapping carbon worlds we live on. Consensus will not consider us in attacks. But methane worlds will be untouched. nether side realize they are there."
"Collectivity amendable. most of our carbon worlds are already shared by them. Join-Ally-trade?"
"hmmm, an offer should be made. Identify the Terms of membership. Identify points of trade. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
Formal Message to collectivity government, from Jubbla swarm-mind consensus.
We wish to offer our assistance Against the Consensus. they will will not distinguish us from you.
We also wish to inquire about what joining the Collectivity would entail. what terms and restrictions that would enforced, along with benefits and rewards.
Formal Message dispatched to every Collectivity Trader we can Identify:
the Jubbla swarm-mind consensus wishes to enter negotiation for bulk purchases of various spaceship parts. Payment is.. non-standard, as we lack access to your currency at this point. genetic modification, Regression of temporal-physical structure, regimentation of lossed biomass, bulk labor-force, and other various skills available are offered in exchange.
"High likely hood of conflict overlapping carbon worlds we live on. Consensus will not consider us in attacks. But methane worlds will be untouched. nether side realize they are there."
"Collectivity amendable. most of our carbon worlds are already shared by them. Join-Ally-trade?"
"hmmm, an offer should be made. Identify the Terms of membership. Identify points of trade. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
Formal Message to collectivity government, from Jubbla swarm-mind consensus.
We wish to offer our assistance Against the Consensus. they will will not distinguish us from you.
We also wish to inquire about what joining the Collectivity would entail. what terms and restrictions that would enforced, along with benefits and rewards.
Formal Message dispatched to every Collectivity Trader we can Identify:
the Jubbla swarm-mind consensus wishes to enter negotiation for bulk purchases of various spaceship parts. Payment is.. non-standard, as we lack access to your currency at this point. genetic modification, Regression of temporal-physical structure, regimentation of lossed biomass, bulk labor-force, and other various skills available are offered in exchange.
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