NiNES: A Broken Galaxy
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Nylan
Characters Welcome
I feel bad about this NES's inactivity, especially since I have three or four story concepts that I have been too busy to implicate, not to mention the IGG (which were designed for times like these) that I've fallen behind on, especially the War Games. I'll see what I can do, but it is that time of the year. Even in slow times, this universe just has too much potential to be so idle. Here's to hoping we can get things rolling again (heck, I'd even take another corporate law debate! 
)
And yes, the D-word is grounds for tar and feathers
)And yes, the D-word is grounds for tar and feathers
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Nik, you still kickin? I advise taking some speed, updating will just breeze through.
I ain't dead yet. I am however now officially on sick leave from work, which sort of means I should not do anything to compromise my recovery. The update is coming along, but ever so slowly. I would expect it to be up this weekend, but I cannot and will not make any promise since I don't know how I will feel each day.
Oh, and I refuse to update until I get at least three more stories.
Oh, and I refuse to update until I get at least three more stories.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
I figure I can chip one in....after June 22nd.
TerrisH
Mischief?
Hmm, I'll tkae tht bet.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
It's the end of year rush, so I do not know whether or not I will have time. I'll make an effort though.
MadDogOfMI
Chieftain
Space Defense Command Station, Warpgate Region
Blight
Hanging in the absence of gravity, Inquisitor Rankins checked the message he had just received from Misery ground station for the third time and the confirmations from the patrolling ships in the same system. A ship had entered the Misery system from Democrat space, apparently carrying aboard it a delegation from another space power – one from beyond Democrat space. One of the space powers whose communication broadcasts have been under constant censorship by Inquisitor Rankins and a host of other Inquisitors like him for the past two years.
During the Scourge, when the Swords of Wrath had taken over Blight’s agrarian and luddite population, controls had been placed upon what information was available to the public. In order to breed the contentment needed by the new regime, the Inquisition was established to over watch what ideas were allowed and which that were not. To the peons, space beyond what the Wrath controlled was reduced to ruin and barbarity. The truth was the quite the opposite – Blight was not the sole survivor of the Scourge and powers with considerably more resources lay just over the horizon. And that reality could never allow the control, which the Wrath now had over Blight and it’s two nascent colonies.
A Paladin by the name of Alastar had gone outside of the system, circumventing the controls the Inquisition, and brokered a deal with the Democratic Autarchy of Huris. Even though the arrangement was sealed by a personal representative of the Sword’s current Regent and in his name, it still caused an uproar amongst both the radical and orthodox of the Wrath. The Inquisition, the most conservative of the Wrath had redoubled it’s efforts to deny further contact with outsiders. All of which was failing, given the circumstances.
“Hell.” Said Rankins.
He knew that there was no way to deny this newest group access to the Regent. As much as he disagreed with the Regent’s agenda of liberalization, the Regent had his own agents amongst the Inquisition and beyond it, either through civilians, the military or his Paladins – the man’s grasp was everywhere. Given that this delegation actually had some degree of understanding of how to do business with the Wrath, that presented yet another problem. Too many issues were developing because of this unwanted incursion.
Opening a direct line to the Misery ground station, Rankins spoke with his best authoritative and all-knowing Inquisitor tone. “Permission granted for the Emergents of Providence delegation to proceed to Blight. Shuttles will be provided for the delegation to proceed directly to the Regent.”
What a mess this would make.
Blight
Hanging in the absence of gravity, Inquisitor Rankins checked the message he had just received from Misery ground station for the third time and the confirmations from the patrolling ships in the same system. A ship had entered the Misery system from Democrat space, apparently carrying aboard it a delegation from another space power – one from beyond Democrat space. One of the space powers whose communication broadcasts have been under constant censorship by Inquisitor Rankins and a host of other Inquisitors like him for the past two years.
During the Scourge, when the Swords of Wrath had taken over Blight’s agrarian and luddite population, controls had been placed upon what information was available to the public. In order to breed the contentment needed by the new regime, the Inquisition was established to over watch what ideas were allowed and which that were not. To the peons, space beyond what the Wrath controlled was reduced to ruin and barbarity. The truth was the quite the opposite – Blight was not the sole survivor of the Scourge and powers with considerably more resources lay just over the horizon. And that reality could never allow the control, which the Wrath now had over Blight and it’s two nascent colonies.
A Paladin by the name of Alastar had gone outside of the system, circumventing the controls the Inquisition, and brokered a deal with the Democratic Autarchy of Huris. Even though the arrangement was sealed by a personal representative of the Sword’s current Regent and in his name, it still caused an uproar amongst both the radical and orthodox of the Wrath. The Inquisition, the most conservative of the Wrath had redoubled it’s efforts to deny further contact with outsiders. All of which was failing, given the circumstances.
“Hell.” Said Rankins.
He knew that there was no way to deny this newest group access to the Regent. As much as he disagreed with the Regent’s agenda of liberalization, the Regent had his own agents amongst the Inquisition and beyond it, either through civilians, the military or his Paladins – the man’s grasp was everywhere. Given that this delegation actually had some degree of understanding of how to do business with the Wrath, that presented yet another problem. Too many issues were developing because of this unwanted incursion.
Opening a direct line to the Misery ground station, Rankins spoke with his best authoritative and all-knowing Inquisitor tone. “Permission granted for the Emergents of Providence delegation to proceed to Blight. Shuttles will be provided for the delegation to proceed directly to the Regent.”
What a mess this would make.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Misery/Botein System
Near Warpgate
The atmosphere was tense aboard the diplomatic ship as it waited in the Botein system, near the warpgate. Misery, the inhabitants called it, for reasons unknown. Commodore Perkins was trying to inspire his co-habitants of the diplomatic ship to arise from their strained torpor. "All the permissions have been granted ahead of time. We're just waiting on formalities from the Sword of Wrath. Remember what we learned from the Democrats about..." his voice trailed off. Nobody was listening to him.
The Sword Of Wrath. It was an odd name, and the crew's minds kept circling around it. The Emergents had named themselves for the luck by which they had come out of the Time of Troubles, most other factions described their government (such as the Magistracy, the Democratic Autarchy, the Confederation), but the Sword of Wrath didn't seem to fit the pattern. Early speculations had suggested that "Wrath" was their homeworld and "Sword" referred to a military government similar to that of the Furians. However, attempts to exchange galactic maps, offers of mutual exchange of technology, and many diplomatic messages had received almost no answer - the Sword of Wrath was obviously xenophobic to the extreme. Even offers of gifts were refused. Excepting for a moment conspiracy theories such as the Sword of Wrath's government being in the pay of anti-Emergent interest groups, it seemed obvious that the Sword of Wrath was not very militaristic, as militarists were usually very interested in maps and weapon technology.
The Democrats had had little to say on the matter, but had been helpful enough to provide a starmap. It had revealed that the homeworld of the Sword of Wrath was not called Wrath, but rather Blight. Yet another disquieting thing. And later, when a rudimentary diplomatic protocol had been negotiated with the Sword of Wrath, it was discovered that they referred to the Botein and Eltanin systems as Misery and Strife, respectively. Why such negativity?
"...mention that. Our watchword is discretion." Perkins was repeating himself by now, but those still present were nodding along with him. "We don't want to contradict them on any ideological points. As they say to the children, nod and smile politely. Get them talking. Understand what they're doing. Be ready to discard the notion of a religio-authoritarian system if it isn't making sense." He fiddled with a computer. "Slide 14. Remember what you're allowed to disclose. We've all had training in case of hostage situations. Go armed if possible - be willing to surrender your arms. Don't mention our fleet, but do remember that our fleet is out of range."
"Incoming transmission." burbled Mnemosyne, the ship's AI, happily. "High importance. Screening now."
"I swear," said someone, "if I find out who thought of teaching our AI 'incoming transmission', I'm-"
"-you're going to shut up."
Mnemosyne put the 'transmission' on at slightly louder than normal volume, cutting through the chatter. "Misery Ground Station to the diplomatic delegation from Emergents of Providence. You are cleared to proceed to Blight. Wrathian shuttles will take you to see the Regent. Your personnel are to transfer to these shuttles without delay once you enter Blight. Once you are underway, your ship will be examined for subversive or illegal cargo. Any such items found will be removed pending your explanation. Your ship will then be towed to planetsurface and arrive after you."
Jonas Kosis, the pilot, began steering towards the warpgate again, eyeing the Wrathian Destroyer that had been orbiting near them for several hours. He had an uneasy feeling that 'subversive' cargo might be very broadly interpreted. Even something so simple as the Miracle-Gro seeds they were bringing might be 'subversive', since they were genetically modified by others than the Wrathians. Worse, the ship carried what might be termed a small armory, enough to outfit about fifty men with handheld weapons and medium strength body armor. All dismantled, of course, the armor looking like yellow squishy globs, which would shape themselves around the wearer when exposed to body heat and an electric current. But they were still extremely recognizable ... not to mention that 'yellow goo' in itself would probably be 'subversive' on the astronomically small chance that the Wrathians didn't know what it was. At the moment, twelve of the crew were armed, fully expecting to have to surrender their weapons.
The ship's tech, on the other hand, was more worried about the expected lack of datajack nodes on the Wrathian homeworld. She had encrypted their data quite thoroughly and backed up copies to the crewmembers, meaning that there was very little the Wrathians would be able to seize outside of physical cargo, which was more end products than information and procedures. The nodes in every crewmember's neck would function indefinitely, drawing power from their implantees, as long as the implantee ate high energy food. Without a network, though, (and even if the Wrathians had a ubiquitous computing network, they probably would be barred from it) the implants would function as little else than memory enhancers.
"We are in the warp area." Kosis called.
"Take us through, Jonas."
He moved the ship a little - activated the warpgate - and they were through. He stared at the radar. "Looks like we've got a whole lot of company..."
Near Warpgate
The atmosphere was tense aboard the diplomatic ship as it waited in the Botein system, near the warpgate. Misery, the inhabitants called it, for reasons unknown. Commodore Perkins was trying to inspire his co-habitants of the diplomatic ship to arise from their strained torpor. "All the permissions have been granted ahead of time. We're just waiting on formalities from the Sword of Wrath. Remember what we learned from the Democrats about..." his voice trailed off. Nobody was listening to him.
The Sword Of Wrath. It was an odd name, and the crew's minds kept circling around it. The Emergents had named themselves for the luck by which they had come out of the Time of Troubles, most other factions described their government (such as the Magistracy, the Democratic Autarchy, the Confederation), but the Sword of Wrath didn't seem to fit the pattern. Early speculations had suggested that "Wrath" was their homeworld and "Sword" referred to a military government similar to that of the Furians. However, attempts to exchange galactic maps, offers of mutual exchange of technology, and many diplomatic messages had received almost no answer - the Sword of Wrath was obviously xenophobic to the extreme. Even offers of gifts were refused. Excepting for a moment conspiracy theories such as the Sword of Wrath's government being in the pay of anti-Emergent interest groups, it seemed obvious that the Sword of Wrath was not very militaristic, as militarists were usually very interested in maps and weapon technology.
The Democrats had had little to say on the matter, but had been helpful enough to provide a starmap. It had revealed that the homeworld of the Sword of Wrath was not called Wrath, but rather Blight. Yet another disquieting thing. And later, when a rudimentary diplomatic protocol had been negotiated with the Sword of Wrath, it was discovered that they referred to the Botein and Eltanin systems as Misery and Strife, respectively. Why such negativity?
"...mention that. Our watchword is discretion." Perkins was repeating himself by now, but those still present were nodding along with him. "We don't want to contradict them on any ideological points. As they say to the children, nod and smile politely. Get them talking. Understand what they're doing. Be ready to discard the notion of a religio-authoritarian system if it isn't making sense." He fiddled with a computer. "Slide 14. Remember what you're allowed to disclose. We've all had training in case of hostage situations. Go armed if possible - be willing to surrender your arms. Don't mention our fleet, but do remember that our fleet is out of range."
"Incoming transmission." burbled Mnemosyne, the ship's AI, happily. "High importance. Screening now."
"I swear," said someone, "if I find out who thought of teaching our AI 'incoming transmission', I'm-"
"-you're going to shut up."
Mnemosyne put the 'transmission' on at slightly louder than normal volume, cutting through the chatter. "Misery Ground Station to the diplomatic delegation from Emergents of Providence. You are cleared to proceed to Blight. Wrathian shuttles will take you to see the Regent. Your personnel are to transfer to these shuttles without delay once you enter Blight. Once you are underway, your ship will be examined for subversive or illegal cargo. Any such items found will be removed pending your explanation. Your ship will then be towed to planetsurface and arrive after you."
Jonas Kosis, the pilot, began steering towards the warpgate again, eyeing the Wrathian Destroyer that had been orbiting near them for several hours. He had an uneasy feeling that 'subversive' cargo might be very broadly interpreted. Even something so simple as the Miracle-Gro seeds they were bringing might be 'subversive', since they were genetically modified by others than the Wrathians. Worse, the ship carried what might be termed a small armory, enough to outfit about fifty men with handheld weapons and medium strength body armor. All dismantled, of course, the armor looking like yellow squishy globs, which would shape themselves around the wearer when exposed to body heat and an electric current. But they were still extremely recognizable ... not to mention that 'yellow goo' in itself would probably be 'subversive' on the astronomically small chance that the Wrathians didn't know what it was. At the moment, twelve of the crew were armed, fully expecting to have to surrender their weapons.
The ship's tech, on the other hand, was more worried about the expected lack of datajack nodes on the Wrathian homeworld. She had encrypted their data quite thoroughly and backed up copies to the crewmembers, meaning that there was very little the Wrathians would be able to seize outside of physical cargo, which was more end products than information and procedures. The nodes in every crewmember's neck would function indefinitely, drawing power from their implantees, as long as the implantee ate high energy food. Without a network, though, (and even if the Wrathians had a ubiquitous computing network, they probably would be barred from it) the implants would function as little else than memory enhancers.
"We are in the warp area." Kosis called.
"Take us through, Jonas."
He moved the ship a little - activated the warpgate - and they were through. He stared at the radar. "Looks like we've got a whole lot of company..."
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Any sort of ETA Niklas? Don't sweat it, it's the busiest time of year for us edumakashun-gettin folks, but I am curious.
Still only two stories up.
Seriously though, there wouldn't have been an update yet at any rate, no matter how many stories (though that doesn't mean you shouldn't write them!). I do check in here every day, write quick orders for the board games I'm in, but I can't sit for longer periods of time (and certainly shouldn't). And people around me (read wife) will police me to make sure I don't. The update will be when it will be, I'm sorry I can't say better than that.
On a lighter note, I've been to see a specialist doctor, who was appalled at the sorry tense shape of my muscles
but could find nothing else amiss in my body. He was confident I would get out of this just fine, and in not too long, so I feel a bit lighter at heart. He ordered massage as primary treatment, in combination with the excercising I already do. Had some massage yesterday, so right now I'm sore all over. Still feels good though. 
Seriously though, there wouldn't have been an update yet at any rate, no matter how many stories (though that doesn't mean you shouldn't write them!). I do check in here every day, write quick orders for the board games I'm in, but I can't sit for longer periods of time (and certainly shouldn't). And people around me (read wife
) will police me to make sure I don't. The update will be when it will be, I'm sorry I can't say better than that.On a lighter note, I've been to see a specialist doctor, who was appalled at the sorry tense shape of my muscles
but could find nothing else amiss in my body. He was confident I would get out of this just fine, and in not too long, so I feel a bit lighter at heart. He ordered massage as primary treatment, in combination with the excercising I already do. Had some massage yesterday, so right now I'm sore all over. Still feels good though.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
As I said, I can wait in any case.
Glad to hear things seem to be improving though
Glad to hear things seem to be improving though
Kozmos
Jew Detective
I've been juggling some story ideas, but my time is and will be rather limited to varying degrees until the end of June. Anyway hope you get better soon.
e350tb
Stupendously Illogical Englishman
Is it still OK to join?
Europeon Space Union (ESU)
Leader: President Henry Stuart / e350tb
Home system: Kastra, 4 warpgates
Attributes: Patriot (Happier citizens)
Production: 40 (0 banked)
Trade: None
Travel speed: 1 gate/turn
Colonized systems:
- Kastra 40/[MPC] ([R-levels]) <leave MPC and R-levels blank, I will fill it in somewhat at random>
Army and Fleet deployment:
- Kastra: 1000 infantry, {1} Scouts, {180} Fighters
<Choose 1-5 scouts and 180-100 fighters proportionally, for example 3 and 140 or 5 and 100. I.e. a scout is worth 20 fighters.>
Note: As you have no Carriers, neither your infantry nor your Fighters can travel to other systems.
Researched technologies: None
Description: The Europeon Space Union craft the Nelson was taking goods supplies when the Scourge struck. It crashed into the Kastra system. The president, Henry Stuart, is planning on rebuilding the ESU on Kastra.
Europeon Space Union (ESU)
Leader: President Henry Stuart / e350tb
Home system: Kastra, 4 warpgates
Attributes: Patriot (Happier citizens)
Production: 40 (0 banked)
Trade: None
Travel speed: 1 gate/turn
Colonized systems:
- Kastra 40/[MPC] ([R-levels]) <leave MPC and R-levels blank, I will fill it in somewhat at random>
Army and Fleet deployment:
- Kastra: 1000 infantry, {1} Scouts, {180} Fighters
<Choose 1-5 scouts and 180-100 fighters proportionally, for example 3 and 140 or 5 and 100. I.e. a scout is worth 20 fighters.>
Note: As you have no Carriers, neither your infantry nor your Fighters can travel to other systems.
Researched technologies: None
Description: The Europeon Space Union craft the Nelson was taking goods supplies when the Scourge struck. It crashed into the Kastra system. The president, Henry Stuart, is planning on rebuilding the ESU on Kastra.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
You will be greatly outnumbered, most of us are way more technology advanced, we have 5 times the fire power in one of our ships than your ships combined. We will easily overroll your defences in one day with the loss of few men and ships.
With that said, if Niklas accepts you, welcome aboard and hope you survive the looming war.
With that said, if Niklas accepts you, welcome aboard and hope you survive the looming war.
@e350tb: Welcome to NESing!
However, I'm sorry but I cannot accept any more entries at this point (the holding status of this NES non-withstanding). The map is already mapped out and claimed, there are simply no more room. I hope you will still hang around and lurk though, and join some other NESes in the neighborhood.
However, I'm sorry but I cannot accept any more entries at this point (the holding status of this NES non-withstanding). The map is already mapped out and claimed, there are simply no more room. I hope you will still hang around and lurk though, and join some other NESes in the neighborhood.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Downtown Regor, Regor System, Kalia
“Do we have an accord?”
The big, bare chested Asian folded his arms and looked at the Captain, with a cold, hard stare. Captain Ramos turned and returned the favor, despite standing a full head shorter than his counterpart. The dim lighting hid the rest of his face in shadows, and it was only when a viewscreen or a light would flash that the scar on his cheek could be seen. The room was smoke filled, and low murmuring could be heard throughout the room.
They were sitting in an alcove, above the rest of the room and opposite the bar, in a corner. A curtain partly closed them off from the room, but it did not cover the entire opening…thus is the price of meeting in one of the rare, run down pubs in Regor. Secrecy was essential in a conversation like this, especially in a city as moral as Regor. That was the way things were in Kalia since the Shattering…the nation had been built on a foundation of honor and faith. There was little room left here for scoundrels, and most were beginning to pack their bags and head to lands of more opportunity.
For the time being however, Ramos was here, and he had his hands full. “So let me get this straight…” He took a swig of ale and leaned forward so his whole face could now be seen in the light. “…you want me to load up my ship with enough munitions to blow it and any nearby Corvettes to kingdom come, fly it out past the orbital platforms without getting scanned, boarded, or blown to bits, escape the system with a Confederate armada on my heels, land on some light-forsaken ball of ice in the Sigma Draconis system, and somehow get back without losing all my assets. And you’re going to pay me how much?”
The nameless Asian smiled. “No need to worry. Your payment will be in the eight-figures should you succeed. Should you not…both of us suffer. You lose your life, and we lose our shipment. Now get out of here before anyone suspects anything.”
Captain Ramos nodded as he rose. As he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the main room, he could not help but notice a man on the other side of the room, sitting at a table alone, staring in his general direction over his mug. The captain pretended not to notice, but lengthened his stride in an effort to give himself a head start. The man pursed his lips and seemed to mumble something to himself. “That’s it” he thought, “The cat’s out of the bag.”
As he emerged outside he took two steps away from the door and broke into a run. There were only a few on the streets this late at night, but he knew it would not stay that way for long. Sure enough, security officers began pouring out of the alleyways to surround him, with guns trained on his chest. “Miguel Ramos!” An officer with a red stripe across his otherwise black uniform stepped forward from among the ring of assailants in the cold of the night. “You are under arrest! Come quietly and nobody gets hurt!”
“Oh contraire, my good officer!” The captain smiled and kicked at some rocks in the street. “You and I both know it’s the row for me. I’d much rather die fighting. Freedom or nothing and all that…”
“You don’t want to do this Ramos.”
Miguel rubbed his forearm and shook his head. “One word for you good sir…” He squeezed his forearm and something shot up from his sleeve into his hand. He snarled. “PIRATE!” He threw the detonator at the officer, and three more appeared in his hands. He sprinkled them across the line of officers and made a break for it. The night sky glowed orange as Ramos sprinted away. He did not turn to see if he had hit the target, he did not have the time. Every second was vital if he was going to make it out alive.
“Stupid police” he muttered. “All this modern technology and they still can’t do their jobs properly.”
He rounded the corner and ran into four hovercopters, a barricade, two mobile armors, and a line of Confederate troops.
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