NiNES: A Broken Galaxy

[Kozmos]

Orders sent.

 

[TerrisH]

"And It's confirmed. In a landslide vote of 63 votes for, 3 votes against, and 2 abstains, the ratification of the acceptance Rana as the second planet In the Star nation of Nekomi. While the House is still Debating on the composition and the exact amount of resources to be detailed to the relief fleet even now being assembled.
But, now that is official, Let me be the first to welcome our new comrades in rana. welcome to our great big family!"

"In other news, the "Celeste", the First of the Yammoto-Class battlecruisers, along with here escort Corvettes the "Harimia" and the "Yoko" is scheduled to make her first warp gate Transit though the Sol Gate later today. As this shall be the final portion of her shake down cruise, we expect...."
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"Oh, we are the cat girls of the
Ne-ko-mi.
we love to dance and frolic on the beaches of the sea!
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"Dear kami.. It appears somebody just dusted the stadium with cat nip.
I can't even begin to describe what is now occurring among the stands and the bleachers. mostly be oohhh pretty butterfly!!"
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"are the Preparations complicate?"

"Yes Sir."

"good. ONWARD FOR GREAT JUSTICE!"
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"Authorization Granted."

 

[Disenfrancised]

Jack awoke with a start as his space clock went off. Not more than star-second later his little sister ran into the room holding a spacephone and cackling wildly.

"Jack! Jack! I've just realized - since we're in space and in the future, we use the same words as six hundred years ago but put prefix's like 'space' or 'star' to remind everyone of how awesome it is here in the future!" Jessica squealed.

“By Star-Jesus and Space Ghost!” He exclaimed, “Your right!”

 

[Symphony D.]

OOC: Need a response on that last PM to send orders, Niklas. More stories later.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

Please allow me to hate your smart stupid quotes and your missing apostrophes while I chortle at your observation, Disenfrancised. Incidentally, it's White Christ now.

But to work - germanicus, did you get my offer of selling up to 4 techs and possibly more? Once I get an answer on that, I can probably send orders.

Story will probably come later this evening.

 

[Kozmos]

Damn you people and your many stories.

 

[BananaLee]

I wonder if there's a reward for quality over quantity

 

[Symphony D.]

I wonder if there's a reward for quality over quantity

OOC: Yes, there is, however you're not eligible for it if you don't turn in anything at all.

[EDIT] Still waiting on that answer...

 

[Disenfrancised]

Please allow me to hate your smart stupid quotes and your missing apostrophes while I chortle at your observation, Disenfrancised. Incidentally, it's White Christ now.

I was caught up in the thrill of my own cleverness and had no time for your primitive concept of "punctuation"

Story:

Nuctenea Class Station 45, Division F, Somewhere in circum-Rigel space

The interface chimed behind Lars, and he let out a sigh of exasperation as he put down his tools. Getting in and out of the clean labs was a laborious and boring process at the best of times; but now, as the module rocked under the stations maneuvering thrusters, it was down right uncomfortable. He stepped into the airlock and began to strip off his lab suit…

…Fifteen minutes later, and with his skin still tingling from the second UV wash, Lars arrived at the command desk. A quick interrogation revealed what had called him awake from his work – the arrival of a care package was imminent, and some of the final approach operations required human verification and supervision. Lars muttered under his breath about the stupidity of the expert systems, his co-crew, and the universe’s current state in general as he called up the checklist for the procedure. Normally it wouldn’t be his job to do this sort of thing, but with most of the crew out by the Shack collecting materials from the old ship, and the two others on the station in the sleep part of their cycles, there wasn’t anyone else to perform the crucial task. He cheered himself up somewhat by imaging what new goodies the care package would bring, it had been some months since their last resupply and he could really do with a few miles of some new warm superconducting cables. As his hands danced along the controls the module began to subtly shake and groan as the thrusters fired again.

The design of the station was what caused all the headaches over orientation, but it was this design that would allow the care package to be intercepted at all. The package in question wasn’t yet visible of course, but it screamed its location with a high powered locator beacon; still thirty minutes away the block of supplies was drawing a thousand km closer every second. It had been launched thirty days ago by one of the big mass drivers in the primary industrial constellation about the warpgate moon, some 17 AU away – two-thirds way round Rigel’s main belt. It had achieved its current velocity in but a few seconds, and would now decelerate at an equal pace as it raced towards the station that was maneuvering into its path. Over 17 AU, even most tight and constrained of mass drivers would have trouble putting a package with more precision that a few thousand kilometers, and so it was up to the recipient to spread his net correctly. And ‘net’ described the situation most aptly; the Nuctenea class station resembled nothing so much as the Orb spider webs of Old Earth; eight small modules of a few hundred tones each, strung out on an flat octagonal lattice of structured carbon fibre 1.3 kilometers on a side, eight silver teardrops hanging off a net of sooty black strands. The design offered other advantages – it was easy to rotate up to generate spin gravity in the modules, components hidden in the “web” turned it to an excellent telescope for exploring the local rings and communicating with home, and the redundancy eight widely spaced modules offered was useful as well. It was capable of operating near self sufficiently for decades at a time as it wound through the belt of moonlets, restocking its materials inventory from temporary Shacks set up on the surrounding objects, but in the post scourge world it couldn’t get by without certain essential components.

Completing the orientation with seven minutes to spare, Lars strapped himself into a acceleration couch and skimmed a few newsfeeds. They didn’t get much out here, with low bandwidth only pressing or relevant items were forwarded; executive politics back in Shipdown city, rumours of the ongoing talks with the ‘Emergents’, that sort of thing. At two minutes too impact the acceleration alarms started going off, though with everyone else asleep and him prepared there wasn’t much point.
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
The impact was soundless of course but the sudden lurch upwards as the package impacted the net, its foamed crash padding compressing around it as the lattice stretched an moved under it. The spiders web deformed as the prey was caught, the retros on the teardrops firing to resist the trend to bring them into the middle…finally the moment of maximum extension…the twanging as the second net flicked over the package…and then the sudden lurch in the opposite direction as the station returned to its normal configuration, the supplies caught in a web of black threads.

Lars was up and out from his crash couch seconds after the all clear sounded and left the command room at speed. Over the next few hours arachnid drones would crawl out from their sheds in the modules and bring in the stations prize, but that didn’t require his supervision and until the contents were there for him to look through his interest in the package was rather low. He rushed back to the clean labs; with still two hours before dinner he had time to get some real work done…

 

[Kozmos]

War Room, Tarsus
13:24 / March 14 / 0013 AC ​

The clock was ticking. The first People's War Council was due to start in about 6 minutes. It was to be the first one After the Collapse. The room was built long ago, but it has never been used so far. It has just been upgraded and equipped with the latest advanced holographic technology. Colored translucent screens and shiny new holoprojectors. There was also a few old fashioned paper maps, probably for a sentimental factor of the old ages and perhaps a small bout of nostalgia.

Kozmos was spinning effortlessly in his leather chair. The damn maintenance finally got something right and it was about time. The windows were squeaky clean too. Kozmos was making a list in his mind of the things they would have to go over. It was practically everything, since he constantly postponed dealing with military matters. A bad habit he gained in the early years of the AC society, now more then ever was the right time to ditch it. His train of thought was interrupted by QAI.

"Master, I wonder how can you retain your sanity..."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s just that, you are an organic meatbag, master. And all that water… how the noise from your insides sloshing around doesn’t drive you mad, I have no idea."

"Hahahaha, I guess I am."

"But Master, how do you live knowing about the nature of your slush innards?"

"You just get used to it. I promise you though, in the near future the level of our organic meatbagness shall decrease a bit."

It was 13:30. The door slided open and about a dozen people entered the room. Amongst them, the notable figures were Supreme Admiral Vladimir Zhukov, Supreme General Sergei Gurlukovich, People's Commissars Crazy Ivan and Boris (his tank of gooey liquid now carried by a four legged bot, an additional holoprojector for him was acidentally overlooked) and of course Selene, the head of CIA (Cybran Intelligence Agency). Last but not least Teddybot XR-1 was there to provide security with it's menacing power.

"Admiral Zhukov, can you please tell me status of the ReGenesis project?"

"Yes, CDS ReGenesis should launch by the end of the year."

"And it's escort?"

"The Kelidon Class Frigate thanks to the allocation of additional recourses should launch up to one or two months ahead of the CDS ReGenesis."

"Excellent. Do you have any requests Admiral?"

"Yes. I think we should really try to get back the steering computers functional again. Right now, we are forced to do everything manually which decreases our maneuverability by up to 40%. Not to say everyone feels like puking if we have a rookie as a pilot."

"Noted Admiral, I'll see what we can do about it. Any news for me Selene?"

"Not much, few scattered intelligence reports and random jumbled communications. We are increasing our data flow on Nekomi communications however and should be able to tell you more about them in a few months. Our evaluation is that they are a wacky but peaceful faction. I do not believe we will have to worry about them."

There she was again with her electric blue eyes, distracting Kozmos again. Sergei spoke up. "General Secretary I would like to discuss the state of our ground troops."

"Please do. Bring any problems to my attention."

"First of all, we have no tanks of any kind. It would really benefit our troops to have some kind of ground armored support, even if they are the most basic post collapse tanks. Second we should obtain some advanced weaponry for our troops."

"What do they have now and what do you suggest?"

"Our current troops wield ASG-11, a rifle with a 30 round magazine with caseless ammo which fires tungsten-core rounds. It's pretty good, but I suggest we research MAG Rifles as soon as possible as well as rocket launchers for anti-tank capability."

"Very well. But I dislike the idea of using human soldiers in head-on combat."

"So do I. As my daddy said why send 4 soldiers to do a job of three when you can send two drones. Drones have the added benefit of having several weapons, they could have a rapid fire machine gun, MAG rifles for punching through heavy armor and rocket launchers when you simply need to blow **** up!"

"Ha! I like your thinking General. I'll start to look into our options and try to get those combat drones working again. Now Ivan, how is the work on the Railguns progressing?"

"We are unsure if we will be able to complete them with current recourses."

"QAI, what are the odds for completing the railguns this year?"

"Estimates range from 25 to 50 percent. It seems that this meatbag is severely lacking in efficiency."

Ivan was angered by the snide AI. "Oh what do you know you piece of junk."

"OBJECTION! I am not the problem, meatbag. You and your lack of any organized research skills are a problem."

"Stop calling me a meatbag!!!"

"Very well. Would you prefer me to call you something else? Perhaps liquidous fleshbag?"

"GRAAARGH!"

Kozmos has been fed up with all this. "Enough! We are taking a ten minute break, and Ivan do listen to it a bit. Use the mass communication available to you to organize with the other researchers and try to get the damn railguns finished by the end of this year. Now everyone get out!"

 

[Niklas]

34 h to deadline and I have exactly 1 set of orders. This is of course no disaster, the deadline is the deadline, but the faster I get them in, the earlier I can start updating. This update may take two days as it is, when y'all start interoperating, so...

Great stories btw. Again.

 

[Kozmos]

What I only sent orders? xD

 

[Niklas]

Yes, your orders are the only ones I have so far.

EDIT: ... and when I went back to check, I had just gotten another set, so that makes 2.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

Mine just came in now that I got around to talking with certain people.

Now to colonize!

 

[BananaLee]

Well, 30 minutes after your post, I think the count stands at 4. Or even 5

 

[Kozmos]

Terrish dont forget to put our deal in your orders or I am sending the Teddybot after you!

 

[Niklas]

Well, 30 minutes after your post, I think the count stands at 4. Or even 5

Five.

 

[Erik Mesoy]

(OOC: It's not my fault that the forum insists on inserting linebreaks BEFORE AND AFTER every indentation! Quote this post and you'll see what a mess it is.)

On Basic Diplomatic Awareness : A paper by Professor Jens Slant
Abstracted summary

1. The Magistracy of Capella

101: A brief history of the Capellan faction

Abstract: The rebellion leading to the rise of the current Magistracy was in large part funded by the pleasure industry, which was irretrievably entangled in the events and hence morphed into a government.​

102: An ideological overview of the Capellan caste system

Abstract: As beauty can be bettered by application of wealth and wealth is correspondent with caste, castes are relatively stable during lifetimes but less inheritable.​

103: The possible humanitarian disaster of Capella

Abstract: Medical data obtained from Capella indicates that the ruler castes view the lower castes as property or resources to be used.​

2. The Federation of Sezuren

201. A summary of available data on Colonization Project Sezuren

Abstract: Great resources were used in the Project, leading to a temporary respite from the Scourge which resulted in the Federation becoming more survivalist due to the later culling.​

202. The dominance of the Nebulan Party on Sezurenian politics

Abstract: The Nebulan Party is essentially the single ruling party of Sezuren but is nondespotic due to absorption of other parties to gain and keep this status.​

203. Our diplomatic history of contact with the Federation

Abstract: Due to the possibility of poisoned transmission relays by the Magistracy our relations with the Federation are somewhat ircumscribed.​

3. The Military State of Furia

301. Census Anomalies of Furia and their repercussions

Abstract: Furia's founding by an army led to an overweight of males, technicians and several other groups.​

302. History of Diplomatic Relations with Furia

Abstract: Due to our supplying Furia with military technology, our two factions are likely to be allies in the near future.​

303. General Furian Military Culture

Abstract: The band-of-brothers mentality observed in our own armed forces is the likely root cause of an unprecedented level of governmental stability in Furia.​

4. The Nekomi

401. Biological Reference Points for Nekomi Modification

Abstract: The pervasive genetic modifications of the Nekomi, being non-inheritable, are often redone, with lists of the most common included here.​

402. Adopted Aspects of Nekomi Culture

Abstract:​

403. Recently Released Documents from Emergent-Nekomi Relations

Abstract: Documents leaked from the Secrecy Decree suggest that our government has engaged the Nekomi in the single most important trade in recent history.​

5. The 'Norsk Automated Mining' Cluster

501. Possible business units related to the Cluster

Abstract: Some companies here in Benalia may trace their roots to Norsk Automated Mining and hence be of use in understanding the Cluster mindset.​

502. Regarding the Cluster fleet

Abstract: The Cluster uses its fleet for purposes such as mobilely transmitting communications rather than using fixed bases.​

503. Examples of Cluster life and priorities

Abstract: An overview of the pervasive "systems are incidental" culture in the Cluster.​

504. Personal filing by a Cluster Ambassador

Abstract: NA​

 

[TerrisH]

To All:
Recently, we have been searching for Ideas in order to Raise Funds for the restoration of Earth, the homeworld of us all. with all the map Trading going around, we propose Establishment of the Galactic Cartographers Agency.
In Exchange for your nations map, and a one time subscription of 3 PP to the GCA, all of which would be given directly to Sol to aid in it's restoration, you would get a copy of it's galactic map. at anytime after words, you can send in a copy of your current map to get a updated version of the galactic map. this way, funds are raised to help with the recovery of Earth, and impartial trading and collection of all remaining warp gate routes can begin.
Though the planing and setup of this agency will not be finished until the end of next year, we wish to announce it now, in the hopes of Identifying exactly how big of an influx of help Earth can expect next year from this.

OOC: Orders sent.

 

[germanicus12]

The Furians will consider this proposal but we will not go as far as sending 3PP's and our maps to some galacty that we havent had contact with for years.... what proof do we have that there are actual people there that need help or if this is just some scheme from some nation out there to turn a quick buck.....

Like we said we will consider it for now.