Nylan
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Actually, no. Didn't even think of that
At least I didn't steal the wave cannon from an old (and addmittedly pretty good) cartoon series
NiNES: A Broken Galaxy
- Thread starter Niklas
- Start date
Actually, no. Didn't even think of that
At least I didn't steal the wave cannon from an old (and addmittedly pretty good) cartoon series
TerrisH
Mischief?
To colonials
10 PP, for the cost of the Removal of our own Beacon, and the Establishment of your own. this is a fair Price, considering we Established Our claim on the systme Before you established a Claim on the Propus system.
10 PP, for the cost of the Removal of our own Beacon, and the Establishment of your own. this is a fair Price, considering we Established Our claim on the systme Before you established a Claim on the Propus system.
Massive Attack
Warlord
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2007
- Messages
- 162
TerrisH
Mischief?
To Cybran Dominion.
to compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Ship Design" this turn.
To furians:
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Bioconstruction" this turn.
To Colonials
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "shields" this turn.
To Wrath
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Bioconstruction", "warpgates", "Human-Computer Interaction", And "Plating" this turn.
OOC:
Niklas, Correction to the Colonials stats. they should have Biomatirials, since that was part of the trade I made with them (they needed it for Warp Capacitors)
PM's with trade offers out later this turn.
to compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Ship Design" this turn.
To furians:
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Bioconstruction" this turn.
To Colonials
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "shields" this turn.
To Wrath
To compleat the distribution of First Tier Technology, we will be gifting you with "Bioconstruction", "warpgates", "Human-Computer Interaction", And "Plating" this turn.
OOC:
Niklas, Correction to the Colonials stats. they should have Biomatirials, since that was part of the trade I made with them (they needed it for Warp Capacitors)
PM's with trade offers out later this turn.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Wow... there was an update. To all interested parties, I'll get back to you tomorrow after I put things in order. Thanks 
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
The Emergents of Providence do hereby formally note that they are entering into a mutual protection pact with the Colonial Federation of Sezuren.
TerrisH
Mischief?
To colonials
to avoid future Potinail conflicts concerning our mutual emergent allies, we wish to offer you a Defensive alliance and a Non-aggression Pact.
to avoid future Potinail conflicts concerning our mutual emergent allies, we wish to offer you a Defensive alliance and a Non-aggression Pact.
TerrisH
Mischief?
To huris
As they mealy Introduction level technology, and not anything of real improtance, any advantage they get from them will be minimal.
OOC: anything on the offer I sent you?
As they mealy Introduction level technology, and not anything of real improtance, any advantage they get from them will be minimal.
OOC: anything on the offer I sent you?
Massive Attack
Warlord
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2007
- Messages
- 162
TO: Nekomi and Emergents
FROM: Colonial Federation of Sezuren
It is apparent from our discussions, and memorandum passing between us, that a true three nation alliance of some sorts may be the best route to go. However, if one or both of you object to such a formation, we can continue the bilateral route.
FROM: Colonial Federation of Sezuren
It is apparent from our discussions, and memorandum passing between us, that a true three nation alliance of some sorts may be the best route to go. However, if one or both of you object to such a formation, we can continue the bilateral route.
Massive Attack
Warlord
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2007
- Messages
- 162
Diplomacy as politics can be a potent tool. A shrewd leader can make friends afar, and defeat enemies at home all in the same swift, deft, stroke.
--Calvin Williston to an intern
The room was quintessentially stately, for that was its purpose. The library of the prime minister’s office often doubled as evening workspace for Prime Minister Alesia Maradoth. The room was not just line with books upon books, but with various knickknacks and mementos only a leader of a nation would have. The library contained many pieces of furniture, high-backed reading chairs and desks for books. In the center though, was the largest desk, clearly the working desk of madam prime minister.
Currently, Alesia was sitting in her chair behind the desk, finishing up the days work. With her, across the desk and sitting in one of the smaller “guest” chairs was Foreign Minister Calvin Williston. Williston had made a name for himself recently, as he was the public face of Sezuren’s newfound public diplomacy.
For the last couple of years, internal divisions within the Nebula party had almost caused the party to split. Alesia had barely managed to control the problem, spending almost all her time trying to save her power base. The political struggle stagnated the federation in several ways, and diplomacy had fallen by the wayside. Now, Mr. Williston’s actions and diplomacy was causing old political infighting to once again rear its ugly head.
“The conservative block isn’t happy with you.” Alesia said matter-of-factly to Calvin. “They are angry you paid money to the furballs for a system they believed we could take anyways.”
“And you?” Calvin asked back, knowing that his job was in the balance.
“I think spreading a little good will can have beneficial results down the line. Nevertheless, if push comes to shove, you’ll be the fall guy.” Alesia answered. Alesia’s own base for power was still substantially weakened, and if she felt threatened enough again, she had just indicated she would sack Calvin.
“We’re getting the budget done. It’s almost done” Alesia seemingly changed the subject without thinking. “I had to acquiesce to the conservatives to get your funding.”
“What did they ask for?” Calvin asked, knowing the likely answer was probably “more guns.” Alesia handed over a thin, clear folder to Calvin. He flipped to the relevant pages and let out a low whistle, “that’s . . . quite a bit.”
“It had better be worth it.” Alesia shot back, glaring at the man who had caused her trouble. “I’ll be damned if I ever have to sit down and read my second letter.”
--Calvin Williston to an intern
The room was quintessentially stately, for that was its purpose. The library of the prime minister’s office often doubled as evening workspace for Prime Minister Alesia Maradoth. The room was not just line with books upon books, but with various knickknacks and mementos only a leader of a nation would have. The library contained many pieces of furniture, high-backed reading chairs and desks for books. In the center though, was the largest desk, clearly the working desk of madam prime minister.
Currently, Alesia was sitting in her chair behind the desk, finishing up the days work. With her, across the desk and sitting in one of the smaller “guest” chairs was Foreign Minister Calvin Williston. Williston had made a name for himself recently, as he was the public face of Sezuren’s newfound public diplomacy.
For the last couple of years, internal divisions within the Nebula party had almost caused the party to split. Alesia had barely managed to control the problem, spending almost all her time trying to save her power base. The political struggle stagnated the federation in several ways, and diplomacy had fallen by the wayside. Now, Mr. Williston’s actions and diplomacy was causing old political infighting to once again rear its ugly head.
“The conservative block isn’t happy with you.” Alesia said matter-of-factly to Calvin. “They are angry you paid money to the furballs for a system they believed we could take anyways.”
“And you?” Calvin asked back, knowing that his job was in the balance.
“I think spreading a little good will can have beneficial results down the line. Nevertheless, if push comes to shove, you’ll be the fall guy.” Alesia answered. Alesia’s own base for power was still substantially weakened, and if she felt threatened enough again, she had just indicated she would sack Calvin.
“We’re getting the budget done. It’s almost done” Alesia seemingly changed the subject without thinking. “I had to acquiesce to the conservatives to get your funding.”
“What did they ask for?” Calvin asked, knowing the likely answer was probably “more guns.” Alesia handed over a thin, clear folder to Calvin. He flipped to the relevant pages and let out a low whistle, “that’s . . . quite a bit.”
“It had better be worth it.” Alesia shot back, glaring at the man who had caused her trouble. “I’ll be damned if I ever have to sit down and read my second letter.”
MadDogOfMI
Chieftain
OOC: Even if the offer is beneficial to the Sword of Wrath I am not in the position to accept or deny it. I am not a participant in any kind of large scale communication network. I only have one (1) faction that I am in actual contact with and that is LordIggy's Democrats. I really wish people would actually establish contact with me before they just assume, hey they can talk to me.
And even if they could, I would greatly appreciate if messages directed to me aren't commented on as if you can just read then at will. I've mentioned this before, but some of you clearly don't get the concept of seperating what you know in game from what you know out of game.
And even if they could, I would greatly appreciate if messages directed to me aren't commented on as if you can just read then at will. I've mentioned this before, but some of you clearly don't get the concept of seperating what you know in game from what you know out of game.
Y'all really should listen to what he says, he has it right. And you'd do well to be explicit about what is wideband communication and what is not. Not saying you've done it wrong in the past, but please keep it in mind for the future.
On a different note, all PMs went out last night, except Alex' (who researched a new tech that no one else did, and whom I thought wouldn't be back just yet
). You'll have yours soon. EDIT: One more note, the one thing with the tech PMs that I do by far the most errors on is to keep track on what you can research once you've gotten a new tech. Often I simply forget to tell you "Now you can also research this and that" for the indirect techs. If there's something you wonder about regarding this (or anything else of course), just ask.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
OOC: It's because I'm Chinese isn't it??? Really, it was only a Trier FOUR tech 
Unless you're talking about IT 
I did say I would be back on the 15th though...
Really, it was only a Trier FOUR tech Unless you're talking about IT I did say I would be back on the 15th though...MadDogOfMI
Chieftain
Technology Annex, Central Administration Complex
Blight
“Lock that down!” Screamed First Technician Saunders at the motley collection of Second and Third Techs doing an assortment of tasks around the heavy humming machinery around them. “The energy output is rising too fast. We’re going to blow the capacitors again…” And just as predicted there was a sudden high-pitched whine from somewhere within the active machine, a shower of sparks and a puff of acrid smoke and then a sudden jarring stop, leaving the room in silence.
Frustrated at this latest failure, the First Technician gave the now non-functional machine a good swift kick then wiped the sweat from his face with an oily rag. “Ask me to put armor on our ships, aye I can do that. Ask me to put bigger guns on our ships, aye I can do that. But ask me to put a some sort of energy shield on our ships, bugger all if I can do that!”
Reaching down into a nest of wires, gadgets and gizmos the First Technician pulls out a burned out module. Talking to nobody in particular “Oh of course, it’d have to be the modulators again. Stupid manufacturing can’t get the tolerances right. Trisha, where are you at girl?”
“Right here Elijah.” A small woman, in the uniform of Second Technician said.
“Take this flipping thing down to manufacturing and tell them to get the tolerances higher. Or else I’ll come down there and do it for them.” He threatened. “As for the rest of you, get to work cleaning this mess up. See if more than just the modulators are contributing to this damn thing not working as the lab rats say it should be working. Useless theoretical pansies!”
Clambering over and through his workers, the First Technician moved over to a desk with a large notepad and a much smaller palm-sized computer lay. Ignoring the computer, he picks up a pen and writes briskly onto the pad then turns to the nearest not as busy Third Technician and says. “You, boy. Take this note…” ripping a page from the pad “…and take this over to lab three. I want them to try this configuration while we clean up here. Now off with you.”
As the junior assistant runs off with his missive, the First Technician decides to walk the floor, to watch over his hard working crew. So far they’ve done alright He thought to himself But if we’re to get these stupid force fields to work anytime soon we need a genuine breakthrough. Suddenly to his right, there is a large crash as part of the machine cracks off of it’s housing. And we need it right now!
“Now what the…”
Blight
“Lock that down!” Screamed First Technician Saunders at the motley collection of Second and Third Techs doing an assortment of tasks around the heavy humming machinery around them. “The energy output is rising too fast. We’re going to blow the capacitors again…” And just as predicted there was a sudden high-pitched whine from somewhere within the active machine, a shower of sparks and a puff of acrid smoke and then a sudden jarring stop, leaving the room in silence.
Frustrated at this latest failure, the First Technician gave the now non-functional machine a good swift kick then wiped the sweat from his face with an oily rag. “Ask me to put armor on our ships, aye I can do that. Ask me to put bigger guns on our ships, aye I can do that. But ask me to put a some sort of energy shield on our ships, bugger all if I can do that!”
Reaching down into a nest of wires, gadgets and gizmos the First Technician pulls out a burned out module. Talking to nobody in particular “Oh of course, it’d have to be the modulators again. Stupid manufacturing can’t get the tolerances right. Trisha, where are you at girl?”
“Right here Elijah.” A small woman, in the uniform of Second Technician said.
“Take this flipping thing down to manufacturing and tell them to get the tolerances higher. Or else I’ll come down there and do it for them.” He threatened. “As for the rest of you, get to work cleaning this mess up. See if more than just the modulators are contributing to this damn thing not working as the lab rats say it should be working. Useless theoretical pansies!”
Clambering over and through his workers, the First Technician moved over to a desk with a large notepad and a much smaller palm-sized computer lay. Ignoring the computer, he picks up a pen and writes briskly onto the pad then turns to the nearest not as busy Third Technician and says. “You, boy. Take this note…” ripping a page from the pad “…and take this over to lab three. I want them to try this configuration while we clean up here. Now off with you.”
As the junior assistant runs off with his missive, the First Technician decides to walk the floor, to watch over his hard working crew. So far they’ve done alright He thought to himself But if we’re to get these stupid force fields to work anytime soon we need a genuine breakthrough. Suddenly to his right, there is a large crash as part of the machine cracks off of it’s housing. And we need it right now!
“Now what the…”
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
OOC: Also the USC, as specified in update whatsitsnumber. And me, once I get around to it.
Edit: Here.
From President John Bellmere of the Emergents of Providence
To Unknown Faction, Stars 12.5° and 29° from Sol (Botein and Blight)
Greetings. Our recent advances in warpgate transmission have enabled us to contact you.
OOC: Also, spotted someone online:
He's returning!germanicus12 said:
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
OOC: Whee! My muse of storywriting is returning!
"Common compounds in this one too. Three permille usefuls."
"That makes twelve in a row. How did we ever get sent to this God-forsaken stretch of 'roids?"
"Well, you got sent because you're new and on probation. I got sent because I'm supposed to test a new implant, and they'd rather not have me around anything, or anyone, valuable in case I run amok."
"Thanks for the compliments."
"Any time."
"What do you want to bet we hit twenty before finding something largely useful?"
"Half of today's wages, perhaps? Seeing as that's likely to be close to nothing."
---
Despite all the rediscoveries of technology recently, the human element could not be left out of most jobs, and then often it was cheaper to give said humans minimal robotic assistance in their area of specialty. Which was why two women were poking around in a rather loose section of the asteroid belt, looking for person-sized asteroids containing those specific compounds most in demand Planetside. They had simple echometers to measure approximate asteroid composition, Nekomi-supplied lung augmentations to provide them with twenty minutes of air in case of suit failure, homing motors to send asteroids back to base camp, and at base camp, food, water and entertainment, plus the Cruncher, which refined about two asteroids an hour.
---
"Cruncher's gonna be done in five minutes."
"So sayeth thine implant, perchance?"
"Cut the flowery language. It went out of style a hundred years ago."
"Whatever. What you're saying is that is that we've checked twenty asteroids in a row without finding anything useful and our wages are about to drop a little more."
"Exactly. So I've pattern-matched, and I suggest we analyze the two with a highest probability of being usefully metallic. You take that one, and I'll take this one." She didn't quite point at an asteroid, but communicated a direction and a distance and a shape.
"I'm on it."
...half a minute of asteroid drifting later...
"Got something! Blood, it's got two hundred permille elerious compounds! This can't be an asteroid, it must be an artifact. Sending it home now."
"Wait, what? I'm reading mine on broad spectrum. Hold on to your asteroid a moment; check for oxy."
"Oxy? Whyever that?"
"Because I have a nasty suspicion as to exactly what kind of artifact it is. I'll tell you once it hits six hundred permille probability."
"Fine. Checking for oxy... yeah, present all right, this is gonna be worth several megacredits to us both."
"Now check for carbide. I'm still integrating my results."
"Look, I understand that it's valuable, I just think we can let Cruncher sort out the exact value, read me?"
"I read you. However, mine also has oxy and elerious compounds. It also has various carbides, and, in fact, is nine hundred permille useful. Let me spell out for you some of the usefuls here: E, C-H-O-N. It's no normal artifact; it's a crashed something. Implant calculates it to have an above eight-fifty permille chance of having been a wealthy adolescent male on an overfuelled speed scooter or similar, which ruptured, thus causing the elerious compounds. This is a boiled spoiled brat, in short, with his scooter."
"You really didn't need to say that, you know."
"People die out here. You need to realize that in a more personal way than you do now."
"He was on some kind of speed scooter. We're drifting."
"He had pre-Scourge technology."
"He probably turned it off."
"I'll turn your comm off if you don't shut up, miss priss."
"That would violate safety protocols."
"Tell it to someone who cares."
"Like the boiled brat?"
"Common compounds in this one too. Three permille usefuls."
"That makes twelve in a row. How did we ever get sent to this God-forsaken stretch of 'roids?"
"Well, you got sent because you're new and on probation. I got sent because I'm supposed to test a new implant, and they'd rather not have me around anything, or anyone, valuable in case I run amok."
"Thanks for the compliments."
"Any time."
"What do you want to bet we hit twenty before finding something largely useful?"
"Half of today's wages, perhaps? Seeing as that's likely to be close to nothing."
---
Despite all the rediscoveries of technology recently, the human element could not be left out of most jobs, and then often it was cheaper to give said humans minimal robotic assistance in their area of specialty. Which was why two women were poking around in a rather loose section of the asteroid belt, looking for person-sized asteroids containing those specific compounds most in demand Planetside. They had simple echometers to measure approximate asteroid composition, Nekomi-supplied lung augmentations to provide them with twenty minutes of air in case of suit failure, homing motors to send asteroids back to base camp, and at base camp, food, water and entertainment, plus the Cruncher, which refined about two asteroids an hour.
---
"Cruncher's gonna be done in five minutes."
"So sayeth thine implant, perchance?"
"Cut the flowery language. It went out of style a hundred years ago."
"Whatever. What you're saying is that is that we've checked twenty asteroids in a row without finding anything useful and our wages are about to drop a little more."
"Exactly. So I've pattern-matched, and I suggest we analyze the two with a highest probability of being usefully metallic. You take that one, and I'll take this one." She didn't quite point at an asteroid, but communicated a direction and a distance and a shape.
"I'm on it."
...half a minute of asteroid drifting later...
"Got something! Blood, it's got two hundred permille elerious compounds! This can't be an asteroid, it must be an artifact. Sending it home now."
"Wait, what? I'm reading mine on broad spectrum. Hold on to your asteroid a moment; check for oxy."
"Oxy? Whyever that?"
"Because I have a nasty suspicion as to exactly what kind of artifact it is. I'll tell you once it hits six hundred permille probability."
"Fine. Checking for oxy... yeah, present all right, this is gonna be worth several megacredits to us both."
"Now check for carbide. I'm still integrating my results."
"Look, I understand that it's valuable, I just think we can let Cruncher sort out the exact value, read me?"
"I read you. However, mine also has oxy and elerious compounds. It also has various carbides, and, in fact, is nine hundred permille useful. Let me spell out for you some of the usefuls here: E, C-H-O-N. It's no normal artifact; it's a crashed something. Implant calculates it to have an above eight-fifty permille chance of having been a wealthy adolescent male on an overfuelled speed scooter or similar, which ruptured, thus causing the elerious compounds. This is a boiled spoiled brat, in short, with his scooter."
"You really didn't need to say that, you know."
"People die out here. You need to realize that in a more personal way than you do now."
"He was on some kind of speed scooter. We're drifting."
"He had pre-Scourge technology."
"He probably turned it off."
"I'll turn your comm off if you don't shut up, miss priss."
"That would violate safety protocols."
"Tell it to someone who cares."
"Like the boiled brat?"
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
OOC:
The Furians are back, if Niklas will allow me to retake control.
I had laptop problems that lasted a week and my local library doesn't give me enough time on the computers to do much.
IC:
The crowd was assembling in front of the Presidential Apartments wondering what was up and eyeing the soldiers surrounding the complex. After a few minutes President Zabriskie walked up to the podium and spoke,
Ladies and Gentlemen... I am talking to you today concerning the recent unrest we seem to be having around our systems.
A local news camera flew in front of him.
I have received word from my advisors that you are feeling that the military is taking a stronger than normal stance in the running of our government. Let me tell you, the military is here to protect us. While I do lead our proud boys in yellow, but when I am president my first duty is to the people, not the soldiers. The recent "entertainment" talks going on around here must mean the War Games. This is done so we could study the tactics of our pontential enemies and learn how to beat them better. Our pride and joy should rest on the Furian Football team, they are our top athletes and deserve the attention and respect we should be giving them instead of the military.
Now we do not want to completely knock off military service or think they cannot do anything. Our allies are in trouble and have asked for our aid. I am accepting this so we can show you and the world the power and might of our infantry and pilots. Our military is shipping out soon, so I ask that you support them and encourage a safe return home.
In other news, I am forming a new Senate, there will be no soldiers or pilots on the Senate, it will be purely local citizens and those from Kruger and Altara. I hope this will help you know that the government does not favor military over people. We are a proud people, we should not be brought down by dissent among the populace. So also hereby open a new office on the Presidential staff, Domestic Advisor. Their duty will be to listen to the complaints of the people and bring it up to the president and the Senate so we can take the correct action. Again this will be filled by a citizen, not soldiers or pilots. Thank you for listening and long live Fury!
President Zabriskie stepped off and took one last look around the forum where the people are and disappeared into the building flanked by his guards.
The Furians are back, if Niklas will allow me to retake control.
I had laptop problems that lasted a week and my local library doesn't give me enough time on the computers to do much.
IC:
The crowd was assembling in front of the Presidential Apartments wondering what was up and eyeing the soldiers surrounding the complex. After a few minutes President Zabriskie walked up to the podium and spoke,
Ladies and Gentlemen... I am talking to you today concerning the recent unrest we seem to be having around our systems.
A local news camera flew in front of him.
I have received word from my advisors that you are feeling that the military is taking a stronger than normal stance in the running of our government. Let me tell you, the military is here to protect us. While I do lead our proud boys in yellow, but when I am president my first duty is to the people, not the soldiers. The recent "entertainment" talks going on around here must mean the War Games. This is done so we could study the tactics of our pontential enemies and learn how to beat them better. Our pride and joy should rest on the Furian Football team, they are our top athletes and deserve the attention and respect we should be giving them instead of the military.
Now we do not want to completely knock off military service or think they cannot do anything. Our allies are in trouble and have asked for our aid. I am accepting this so we can show you and the world the power and might of our infantry and pilots. Our military is shipping out soon, so I ask that you support them and encourage a safe return home.
In other news, I am forming a new Senate, there will be no soldiers or pilots on the Senate, it will be purely local citizens and those from Kruger and Altara. I hope this will help you know that the government does not favor military over people. We are a proud people, we should not be brought down by dissent among the populace. So also hereby open a new office on the Presidential staff, Domestic Advisor. Their duty will be to listen to the complaints of the people and bring it up to the president and the Senate so we can take the correct action. Again this will be filled by a citizen, not soldiers or pilots. Thank you for listening and long live Fury!
President Zabriskie stepped off and took one last look around the forum where the people are and disappeared into the building flanked by his guards.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
To NAM
From Fury
We have been working on getting our men off the planet of Kruger. And you go and settle on a planet, Acrux, occupied by our allies the Emergents?
Leave Acrux or we will declare war. Need I remind you of the fleet I have in Kruger. I know you do not want war, and I do not either but if you refuse you leave me no choice.
If you leave Acrux, we will leave Kruger. We have a colony ship ready to leave and pick them up now.
From Fury
We have been working on getting our men off the planet of Kruger. And you go and settle on a planet, Acrux, occupied by our allies the Emergents?
Leave Acrux or we will declare war. Need I remind you of the fleet I have in Kruger. I know you do not want war, and I do not either but if you refuse you leave me no choice.
If you leave Acrux, we will leave Kruger. We have a colony ship ready to leave and pick them up now.
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