GalaxyNES- No Horizons

Yeah, I kept editing things in. :p This segment is done, though, but I'm starting to get closer to the story I actually wanted to tell.

Still need to cover some key concepts, though, like what the network means, and how modern society on Destination works. It has... evolved, let's say.
 
Will write a sotry as soon as possible, Iggs.
 
Absolutely positively SouthernKing, people are always welcome to join! :D If you want to ask me a few questions, I'll be on #nes for the next 8 hours or so.
 
Tapani

Chairman Loran Kodur of the Tapani Remnant stared down at his people’s home world, its scars mercifully blurred by the tears in his eyes. Tears of anger, at Shamai for doing this; at Kena, for not letting them reclaim it; at the All, for not being willing to use force; at himself, for feeling this way despite knowing that the All was not wrong, and that Kena may not be. Tears of despair, for he could now see what was lost to his people. Tears of Joy, for being able to take even this glance at the Home, and for being able to watch the shuttled return from the surface, packed with his reunited people.

Shwin’to’auank’alk’Boiw stared down at Tapani, at the last of the evacuation shuttles hurrying into orbit, at the Zan ships that waited a distance from the planet. So far Kena had kept its promise, and had not interfered, but Oaunka couldn’t be sure how long that would last, or if had other vessels inbound at this time.

Loran turned from the window as the door to the observation room opened, and Duxue Meregi stepped in with a handful of other Allentryen, all staring nervously around. While the expedition consisted mostly of Allentryen, there were other species, and the very designs of the ships were quit odd. All of the rescued people also lacked the facial marking the Exiles had taken to applying.

Seeing the Chairman, Duxue began to cross towards him, eyes glancing across the aliens in the room, particularly the... unusually globs of mucus that were apparently the closest thing to in charge. Upon reaching the Chairman, Duxue found himself wrapped tightly in a hug. Then the tears came, and he was just happy to have escaped.

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Nuxue A

Chu’thu’hwuw’owh’Haowh watched the scorched world pass beneath her vessel as it cruised through the atmosphere, looking for any signs of life with little luck. A few away teams had been sent to investigate what had turned out to be animals, with no sign of any Allentryen. They had been here for more than a local day, scanning every centimetre several times with no luck. It just seemed the colonist here had been less fortunate- her sensors beeped, and she spun her craft towards it.

They was something here.

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Over Tapani

The evacuation force moved away from the planet, all the survivors accounted for, and were preparing to travel to Shee’Allent, where many of the Allentryen had settled. If the Nuxue team found anything, then they would join them there.

Duxue Meregi and Loran Kodur stared through the observation rooms rear windows, along with many others, taking a last look at Tapani they might ever make.
 
Interlude: The Second Schism.

First of all, tell me – and without any questioning me – what do you know about the Second Schism, and about that which caused it? Just tell me what you have already heard, child, before you have been sent to me; what you have read and what the others, adults and children alike, have told you on this matter.

…

I see. So this is what you know, then, child. After the First Schism, the Nine High Godar went down to Destination, with their hammes and their hammes’ vassals. They founded the nine kuppelborgs and decided that there they may live unlike they did on the Fleet. They spread and expanded across the ribbon. They forced the other smaller hammes to yield to them completely and to join their networks. And they went back on the solemnity and austery of their ancestors, letting their discipline grow lax, founding ostentatious large temples and engaging in work unfit for warriors.

And then came the rebellion…

I see.

Yes, yes. The electronic, cerebral network that, since the early days of the Migration – if not sooner – bound together all the members of one hamme and made them all adhere to its laws and obey its godar as judge and warleader, was extended far beyond its earlier means, leading to abuses, malfunctions and dilution of authority. Order in the newly-made “greater hammes” broke down, and in the confusion, some of us managed to rebel, breaking our connections to them and reforming our old hammes together with those who would join us.

Thus were born the Free Hamme. Thus was born hamme Oswig.

This is false.

No, child, it did happen! But to explain it like that, like it is commonly explained among us, is to misunderstand the causes and effects involved. The story as it is usually told is this: that the Nine High Godar were insane with hubris, that after they broke the first laws by leaving the Fleet and settling on Destination, nothing else was sacred to them – not the boundaries between the hammes and not anything else. That they immediately set to arranging their own doom.

But that was not so, or rather, not exactly so.

It was simply that the laws we followed while in space were different both from the laws of the nine great kuppelborgs and from the laws of the Free Hamme. They applied well on the fleets, when we were locked into our ships, bound together by needs of travel and survival, yet separated clearly by space. It was much easier to remain disciplined and orderly when the most immediately apparent necessities of life demanded it. And the networks, as they were back then, worked much better in those traditional and enclosed environments.

The Nine High Godar sought power and fame. They did not seek to bring the social order down around them. No, on the contrary; when they came down to Destination and constructed their domed cities, they wanted to preserve as much of the old order as was feasible.

Did you know that the first thing they did was reform the Logsogumadur? Did you know that to this day, they – their successors, anyway – still have the Leidangr, however weakened and diluted, hard at work trying to police their overgrown, half-abandoned cities that were to be the monuments to their glory and piety? It isn’t just a higher inquisition now, of course. They are what was once called a police force; something that never existed on the Fleet and never existed among us. But this is what the Leidangr had to become in those circumstances.

They do not have a Lagting – a supreme war council – but not for lack of trying. It’s just that none of them would ever trust the other enough to follow their command. In a common campaign, the godar involved would still have to share authority, of course. But the nine cities have not fought together since the Second Schism... They do still have an Allthing, greatly lessened in size though it still is, of course. They know they cannot afford to fight each other. Certainly not with how many weapons they have stocked.

And that is why they are a dead end. But more on that later.

So how did their intentions falter, then, you ask? It was not such a quick thing. The High Godar did not seek to expand the network to their vassal hammes as long as they were mindful of their status; in fact, they anticipated some of the problems it might cause. Nor did they even try to make the hamme interact among each other more than was standard while in space. Quite on the contrary; the kuppelborgs were divided into central and outer quarters; the nine great hamme, the ruling hamme, occupied the larger central area, for they were more numerous and they were in charge; the others settled outwards and were largely left to their own devices. The great repositories of knowledge were copied from the ships to the libraries. The virtual remnants of our documented ancestors were moved to new necropoleis. Great habitats were constructed, and gardens grown. Robotic factories were constructed. Production rates and population growth were both enhanced, for it all could be afforded, and the cities themselves grew.

And this state of peace and growth steadily caused all to despair, for it became apparent – whether it was admitted or not – that coming here was a mistake. For our purpose was lost, and there was no end to work towards. They say that the people in those kuppelborgs were hedonists and that their civil and martial discipline grew lax – and there were instances of that, it is true. But that wasn’t so important as the actions of their kin, who had despaired in a different direction. When godar and jerls despaired, they spent weeks in prayer and conversations with their ancestors, and could not find what they ought to do, now that (as they believed) their journey was over. It was in their panic that they erected those huge temples, hoping to prove themselves more worthy and their faith more pure than that of their opponents – and of those who moved beyond them, whom they secretly envied. And they added new laws to their hamme, and their vassals, forbidding a great many things that had been common sources of entertainment on the ships. This only caused resentment and lack of understanding, and was difficult to enforce.

Why? For a simple reason, which I may digress to explain right now. The networks did not fail simply because there were more Ysir than ever before included in them. No, even before the annexations and the population boom had started, it became apparent that it was far harder for the network to function as it once did on the ships, guaranteeing a clear hierarchy and total obedience on command. The planet was not well-studied enough; it often simply disrupted the signals, and even when this was accounted for, it was entirely easy to wander out of the network’s reach. Trying to reinforce the network by making laws and controls stricter only made it work worse. Indeed, before long…

Before too long, people have found that they could often resist it. Of course, the lawbreaking of the godar caught up with them as well. Having once gone against tradition, they now found it difficult to appeal to it to regain respect. And the network alone can only do so much, in the end. Especially as it was then.

So long before the annexations and the rise of the Free Hamme, the kuppelborgs were already breaking down. And here another thing may be refuted, that the people had grown lax. No. They were tempted to grow lax, but for the most part, this temptation had only led to more despair. Some, true, found escape in secret hedonism and intemperance. But others, and they were more numerous, instead took to trying to retain their fighting spirit by taking up arms and starting to fight. They fought each other and they fought other Ysir, saying they did this to keep them all in shape for the Naggarok, and before long they ended up fighting the godar and the jerls as well. Except for those of the jerls who took charge themselves.

That was when the Leidangr became a police force, trying to keep down this unexpected and confusing heresy. But how did you think they went about it? Exactly. The kuppelborgs sank into a state of undeclared civil war, kept from exploding further only by the knowledge that then, either side will have to destroy the kuppelborgs altogether – and neither one was quite ready for it yet.

And as for the lesser hamme, they weren’t as affected by all of this directly. But they, too, increasingly ended up in the crossfires, and became increasingly aware of the wrongness of this Destination – at least, some of them did. And then a few tried to escape back into space.

It was a desperate and ill-considered decision. And though some still regret that it has failed, I, truly, do not. It was God’s hand that kept us here. Remember this!

So the conspiracy to escape was revealed by the Leidangr and crushed as a heresy at the Planetary Allthing. And then the hamme were annexed. Autonomous in name and somewhat free in deed, they were subordinated and added to the networks of their overlords. But… yes. The networks were already not as they were in the past, despite the best efforts of the rulers’ engineers. We were kept on the planet, but we were not to be contained in those domed cities.

What happened then, you do know. The networks failed worse and worse, until we managed to break them entirely. There was confusion, anarchy and terror, and some of the old hammes did cease to exist back then. But hamme Oswig – and those from hamme Irkner and its other vassal hamme who joined us – left, as did several others world-wide. And then the Nine Great Godar restored order in their battered and reduced cities.

Yet it was never the same, in the cities or on the planet. The old big cities themselves really did become more united (each one is now a hamme for all intents and purposes, even if old divisions still pretend that they exist) and more diluted than ever before, and really did succumb to hedonism. The networks were patched up, but uncertainty reigned; strict laws were in place and seldom enforced. The despair subsided somewhat, and I hear that some in the old kuppelborgs do believe that they are to enter an era of change and become unlike they were before. But even if they do… what of it? They would simply cease to be Ysir, or cease to be at all. This does not matter to us either way.

The Free Hamme have spread all over the unsettled parts of the ribbons. We founded our own, smaller yet more orderly and viable borg. We rebuilt our networks and made them sturdier, yet more versatile and less strict. We revised our customs to better fit our new existence. We made new laws, and have decreed that we shall never settle for good, but will guard our borgs and lands until we’re ready to move on. We will train and we will raid and skirmish, and we will prepare until the time is right.

A time will come – perhaps quite soon – when the decadence of the nine kuppelborgs will reach its utmost limits, and the Free Hamme will fall upon them and seize their resources and factories. And the Free Hamme will reform Lagting and abolish the Leidangr, and under joint leadership – yet still with distinct kinship – we will raise old ships of war and build new ones. We shall leave this planet, and go forth to make war upon the universe as is our calling, and wait for the signs that will point us to our true destiny. Destination and Naggarok await us – in good time, not in space.

What? How will it be different from before? …Be silent, Helgi. Sometimes it is better to be silent than to be right.
 
Amur

"Hey! Look! Looklooklook!" Waglafar shouted from inside the greenhouse. Aggloth, his assistant, sighed.

"What is it, Mr. Overlord?" he said.

"If I could describe that, I wouldn't be telling you to look, would I?" Waglafar said. "Get over here right now."

"Yes sir," Aggloth said dumbly. He peered into the greenhouse. "That is an abomination, sir."

"KYA-HAHAHAHA, ain't that the truth," Waglafar said. Inside the greenhouse, a dozen lizards soared from tree to tree, whooping as they did so. "I taught them to fly. I hoped that flying in the forest will increase their brain capacity because they have to calculate the best course of flight before they launch. What happened to the butterflies, by the way?"

"Exhausted. Sir, our forces claim that they are near the planet of the Nur-"

"Yeah, yaeh, those stupid little molluscs. You know they LET the Ysir or whatever they call themselves rob them dry? Anyhow, what do you think about these rock lizards?"

"They are fascinating creatures, surely. But why are we attacking the Nurm? Many of the Amur express discomfort with letting them into the network. They are not the most...active... of the species, and we worry that their inclination to not interfere in the real world may... spread."

"In my opinion," Waglafar retorted. "People have the right to do whatever the heck they please unless I specifically tell them not to. But you do have a point. I'll deal with it. Ah."

"What is it, sir?"

"We arrived in Nurm."

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Day 0

It's been... how many days? Months? It's been a long time since I left this virtual reality program. The world outside is rebuilding... surely from that Ysir invasion long ago... but probably not quickly enough. Wait a few more years. Why venture out when the world inside the System is much better?

In here, the suits that we need for quicker movement is not necessary. We can move through the air by thought alone, like a bird. We can look down and see...

Hmm?

I thought I saw something weird.

Day 1

I move through the city street, empty of people. I never liked the busy streets, but then again neither did anyone else.

The range of...tastes... offered by vendors here are amazing. Here, I..

"The fish is espescially good today," said an unfamiliar voice. I jolt and look around, and catch a sight of... something?

It's gone.

Day 2: The System crashed.

Floating aimlessly in the emergency back-up of the System, I felt something that I would never feel here. Boredom.

"Strange here, eh?" A voice said. It came from nowhere in particular.

"Must've been some serious bug..." I said. "A bug. Nothing more."

"A bug? Well, excuse me, but I must correct that statement." A slap inside my shell. Pain.

"What? How did you..."

"My name is Thachugi Waglafar, I won't bore you with my last name. I'm an alien, hi!"

"How did you get in here? Get out of my mind."

"Nah, the thing is, I need to get you outside of here."

"Why would I do that?"

"You mind starving to death?"

I pause. The thought of starving to death had not even occured to me in such a long time.

"Who the hell are you?" I said. "What do you want?"

"That will become apparent soon enough," Waglafar mused. "Tell you what. Come outside the pool right now and I will tell you."

"No."

Waglafar sighed as if dealing with a particularly difficult customer. "So be it then."

Day 3:

Drifting aimlessly in the sea. Harsh light glaring down from far above.

"What do you think this one is, *****?" The name is a meaningless syllable of words.

"Well, I think it is really showing some promise here. The growth rate is incredible. I also think that the mass is becoming slightly self-aware."

"Do you think we are ready to go on to the phase 2 of the experiment?"

"Maybe. Give it a couple of more days. I will recheck the data meanwhile."

"Alright."

Then everything faded back into darkness.

"How was it?" Waglafar's voice said in that mocking tone of his.

"Your own memories?"

"Maybe."

"So you are some kind of a virus?"

"Well, if you put it like that," Waglafar shrugged.

"Why did you show me this then? Now I am most definitely not going to get out."

"Why, aren't you feeling bored?" Waglafar mused. "Maybe I can convince you otherwise." Another slap inside my shell.

"How did you do that?!" I shouted.

Waglafar laughed.

Day 4: Planet of Amur, something that I only heard rumors about. It really is a peaceful place... they should have made a sim about this place long ago.

Blue skies. Green forests. But something's not all right with the place. Something strange is raining from the sky. Some kind of... white powder...

Buzzing noises. I look around quickly to see a swarm of insects coming. I turn and flee on my own two legs... but it is too late. The swarm bites into my unprotected flesh. Already I can sense my body... changing...

Everything fades to black once more. The pain, however, remains, tingling over my entire body.

"Am I infested already?" I asked. "Is that how you can talk to me?"

"Oh no. It's quite hard to infest you people since you are in a shell AND an environment-proof pod. Besides, most of my other lackies are out their fighting more of you, so I really can't force open the pods. Oh, and there's the fact that you wouldn't bloody come out of the simulation too. Your mind is far too removed from the body to be...harvested..."

"The...there's a resistance?"

"Oh sure, there ALWAYS is a resistance. Don't mind though. Soon enough, I will be victorious."

"If I am not infested, how can you talk to me?"

Waglafar smiled. "I infested the machine."

Day 5: He infested the machine, the thought haunted me as I was forced to relive another one of Waglafar's many memories.

How did he do that? Maybe through a network of electricity-conducting tendrils linking up with the computer chip inside the machines to seize control. How else would he be able to do it?

Maybe it's not a good idea to fight against such a powerful entity. Maybe I should just.... what?

"I didn't think that."

A laughing voice. "Seems like you caught me," Waglafar said.

"I am not coming out of the pod no matter what you say."

"What is your name, by the way?"

"My name is... my name... wha..."

Waglafar chuckled. "You know, taking over the computer that you are linked to does have its advantages. It allows me some... freedom... to do whatever the heck I want to do to your brain without actually infesting you."

"Give me back my memories you..."

"Oh don't worry. Once you go outside the pod and become a part of me, I will give it back to you in full."

"And then what?"

"Who knows? Maybe I will use all your race's brain as a giant processor. Maybe I will have you calculate pi. Your body is certainly not... very useful compared to some of the other species on your planet. Your mind though..."

"Why don't you just kill me then?"

"I could. It would be slow though. And painful. Mostly involving starvation. Why do you insist so much on resisting? You know this planet is doomed based on everything you saw."

"No it isn't. There's still a resistance left, I am sure of it."

"And what if there is? They aren't going to save you, you know. Why should you die for their sake?"

"I...I..."

Waglafar sighed. "I grow tired of this. Maybe being alone for a couple of days would wake you up."

"What?"

Silence.

"Waglafar?"
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Hessssssssss'peh seeeeeeees yoooooouuuuuu.
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Hessssssssss'peh seeeeeeees yoooooouuuuuu.

Why hello there!

Would you like a cookie?

I could also set you up with a speech therapist. That lisp is terrible.
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Offer yourself to ussssssss... and you will undersssstaaaaand.
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Offer yourself to ussssssss... and you will undersssstaaaaand.

Oh sure! Come and pick us up in your mighty fine and shiny ships and we will offer ourselves to you. You should land in Landing Pod 5029, which is just off the city of Aihwohntkilou, which is on the continent of Thirious. It's the one that looks like a pot for steaming clams, mighty fine delicacy in Amur, in by the way.
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Ha... ha... ha... haaaaaaa......

No. You bring yourself to ussss.
 
To: Waglafar
From: Sacrificial Platform Nurmtin-7B16


Ha... ha... ha... haaaaaaa......

No. You bring yourself to ussss.

Hmm, I don't know. A study indicates that 76% of all mothers tell their children not to go into the dark alley with a creepy guy who has a raspy voice. Well, in this case, it is a black hole and I happen to be an omnipresent, smart, and might I say very good-looking unknown entity, so I don't really know if the common knowledge applies here.

Say, I am busy right now, you know, commanding my armies of fish and octopi to wipe out your planet-bound bretherens and use their bodies as organic batteries and their brains as processors. I can E-mail you a form to request my audience after I am done with that.

I can send you a pack of flowers now though.
 
TO: Collectivity of Sanath
FROM: One of the Galactic Republic


Dear neighbors,

One of my selves has arrived. I wish for a council with your leaders, or their representatives, either works wonders for my cause. I am One, last of the Turamak Katzil, Child of Igatrix Gao, Mother of the Republic and of many races therein, I have come bringing messages of peace and...confusion. I know from records that the last contact your civilization had with my children the Lauki ended, well, less than cordial. It may be hard for your minds to comprehend the gravity of our situation, but please bear with me. Some centuries past, during the war with the Zan Kena and her horrendous tentacles, I called upon the Wera for assistance in our hour of need. Our capital world, the ecumenopolis Garv'n, was transported far beyond the speed of light, through altering dimensions to it's current resting place in the Star-Forest. We are on a return journey, one of less than peaceful origins, as our core worlds have been sacked and annexed by the hands of the foul Maus. While here I wish to discuss a future of cooperation between our civilized realms...friends?
 
From: Protocol Mediator Naree Chala Pran
To: One of the Galactic Republic


Greetings, honored dignitary! The Seraph Council will be pleased to meet with your shard. At present, Fleet resources are deployed in the Spinward Sector, and we are unable to dedicate military resources to intervention in alien politics. We were unaware that Lauki remained extant on other systems, excepting those which live as a Protected Species on La.

Despite our inability to send forces into your space, we hope that communication, scientific exchange, and the other attendant policies of peace might be established. If your Republic wishes to establish a liaison at Naellae, it will be welcome.
 
TO: Protocol Mediator Naree Chala Pran
FROM: One of the Galactic Republic


Ah, salutations! What word of the Zan do you have? Surely Kena has hold of many worlds by now. What of Shamai? I do recall Zan infiltration in this sector and seeing that you are...alive, perhaps things went better than expected? Have you discovered some weapon that counters her dirge? I am tickled in excitement. :3
 
OOC: This looks fun to me, but I don't have a ton of time. Is that okay, Lord Iggy? I also don't know yet what I would like to play as.
 
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