Kentharu
Zebra Commander
Argus looks to be the best place to start a rebellion, what do ya say mr alien gnome?
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soul_warrior
Termite!
Kenrathu?
anyone know who is in charge of IMERIK?
looks like a decent system.
anyone know who is in charge of IMERIK?
looks like a decent system.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
What Fleet?
Drona’s ship creaked and groaned as he slowly increased power to the main thrusters. It was a small asteroid battered ship that he had used to get from Argus to the Space Station. The paint was chipped of because of his bad luck running into asteroids all the time and the engines had lost most of their kick back when he was 30. He was 54 now. Life wasn’t all that great, but one must do what one must do in order to survive.
The ship he was almost half his age, he got it when he was a big hot shot racing around the star system with all the other hot shots. Those days were long gone now, he had a wife, kids that were to old to care about him and a hunk of junk for trading. His life was monotonous, take small loads of minerals from planets in Argus, bring them to the space station, dump them off, go back, do it all over again. That’s what you do when you have no education, and just an outdated ship big enough to carry nothing of importance and small enough to carry to many small lucky charms.
His wife, Dropadi, always made him decorate his ship with a plethora of rabbit foots, clover leaves, and frog eyes (albeit they were all fake). It was shameful, but he didn’t have many friends to laugh at him for it, and the ones he did have were in the same boat. They were all almost poor, but not there yet. It was maddening, knowing that one stray asteroid, or one stupid government regulation could completely screw you over. But that’s life in the Empire, tough, boring, but just good enough to get by. Nothing really got better, and nothing really got worse, it was just, dull.
Well that was at least how it was till a few months ago. Rebellions in the Argus system were causing more trouble that before. Which made Drona quite angry, since government control tightened and almost made him loss his last trade shipment because the guards though he was smuggling weapons to the rebels. Why would an old man like him, with a beat up ship, transport weapons to rebels? To sign his death warrant? Certainly not, Drona was smarter than that. He just did his job, taking his shipments of raw materials from the planets and dumping them to the space station. What could go wrong with a dull, mundane job like his?
A small red blip suddenly appeared on his radar screen, traveling to fast to be a normal transport ship, way to fast. Three more blips appeared on his radar, what was going on? Those blips were moving awfully fast, and they were zigzag all across the place. Another one! What the hell, these can’t be asteroids. Drona immediately pulled back the throttle and brought his small ship to a halt as one of the ships hailed him, a face covered in a gas mask took over his view screen.
<This is Squadron 1309 of the Jaenar Imperial Fleet, bring your ship to a full stop immediately and prepare for boarding, if you do not comply then you will be fired upon> The face then promptly popped back off, the screen returning to the black emptiness of outer space, broken up by the glowing stars. The 4th bleep on his radar broke away from the other three and zoomed towards his position.
Drona immediately engaged retro burners to fully stop his ship, making it creak and groan yet again. He looked back at the screen just in time to see a sleek silver ship flashed across it, followed by 2 Imperial Fighters who were firing continuously at the zigzagging silver ship. What the hell was going on? The 4th ship slowed as it lined up with his and docked. Immediately his docking door opened and the pilot who had hailed him walked in, taking off his helmet and holding it under his arm. His eyes narrowed on Drona as Drona rose slowly. The pilot had a pistol in his hand, pointed directly at Drona, ready to fire at the slightest miss step.
“On the ground Sir” the pilot said calmly “This is just regular procedure Sir nothing to worry about, hands Sir please, hands where I can see them”
Drona went on his knees, with his hands on the back of his head and then slowly lay on the ground.
“What are you doing in this sector Sir?”
“Just delivering cargo to the space station”
“And what cargo is that?”
“Raw materials”
“Then you won’t mind if I take a look will you?”
“Not at all”
The pilot went over to the cargo hold and opened it up, disappearing for a few moments inside the cargo hold before returning.
“Alright you may get up Sir, thank you for cooperating” Drona rose back to his feet and brushed off the front of his clothes. “Now Sir, what did you see here?”
“I saw a silver ship…”
“No no, you misunderstand Sir, perhaps I should rephrase” the pilot smirked and began to head towards the docking doors “Did anything of importance happen today on your way to the station?” His hand rested on his pistol again as he narrowed his eyes on Drona.
“Oh… well no… I guess not”
“And did Squadron 1309 of the Imperial Fleet, or any Squadron of Imperial officer ever contact you in anyway?”
“What fleet?”
“Very good, well have a nice day Sir” the pilot smirked and then promptly walked back to his ship, undocked (got a better word for it?) and zoomed off in the direction of the silver ship.
What did he just witness? Nothing could be that secret, no one ship could cause that much trouble… could it? Drona shrugged it off sat back in his chair, slowly increasing the power to his beat up engines. Again his ship groaned and creaked as it began to pick up speed. Back to the space station. What will Dropadi think of all this?
ooc well... is this ok?
soul_warrior
Termite!
great story Ken.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
That Fleet
[Engines at maximum] The mechanical voice of the consul said as Trovi swerved his ship to the side, narrowly avoiding a blast from the Jaenar Imperial fighter. Where were they! Again Trovi swerved to the right and the zigzagged a couple times. He pressed the button to engage afterburners.
[Afterburners engaged, maximum velocity reached] The voice said again as Trovi speed towards the rebel outpost in Argus. He was about to raid a transport ship carrying raw materials to the space station but the Imperial fleet spotted him despite his radar deflection and came after him. He had been running for almost 2 hours, constantly under fire by the Imperial fighters and constantly swerving and dodge shots at him. He was running out of energy. Are the engines going to hold?
[Engine temperature at critical, power down advised] The voice said as Trovi ducked under an asteroid, making the 3 fighters following him split up. He squinted ahead through his cockpit window at a small grey dot that was slowing down. Whats that? Is it the outpost? No it cant be. He glanced at his radar screen to his right. One of the fighters was deviating off from Trovis trail, it looked like he was going after that grey ship. [2 minutes to automatic engine shut down] Crap, why now why now! Trovi zipped past the battered grey ship, glancing at the old man inside it through his cockpit window. [Warning, Warning radar lock detected Warning Warning] Red lights began to flash inside the cockpit as Trovi pressed a few buttons and tried to get some more juice out of his Streamer. Another blip appeared on the edge of his radar, a much larger blip with a number of small blips circling around it. The small blips abruptly turned to his direction and began to close in.
~Trovi where have you been!~ said the voice of his squadron leader as Trovi suddenly took a hard right, avoiding the missile as it crashed into an asteroid.
~Ah you know, just getting some exercise~ Trovi replied as he zoomed past his squadron leader and another Streamer ~Hey, is that the new guy~
~Yes~ came a timid thought, as two Streamers engaged the 2 Imperial fighters.
~Well chin up mate, these Imperial fighters are fresh meat, way to slow when it comes to not moving in a straight line~ Trovi said as he slowed down to refuel at the Outpost, lining up quickly ~4 energy cells Soraj, and make it quick~
~Got it Trovi~ [Fuel cell transfer initiated 1 minute to full restoration] ~Oh you better get out there as soon as possible, looks like we got another one coming~ Trovi glanced at his radar screen as he leaned back in his chair. The 3rd fighter that had gone after that transport ship had returned and was already engaging his squadron leader and the new guy. [Fuel cells in place read for depature] ~all done Trovi~
~Thanks mate~ Trovi pulled away from the Outpost and then immediately engaged full thrusters, zooming off to the dog fight between the Imperial fighters and the rebel Streamers.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Disenfrancised said:
TerrisH can I get a reply for this? I'd like to send orders soon.
Ditto the deal with Kamilian.
Erik Mesoy said:@Disenfrancised: Hello there at the other end of the galaxy!
Its alright, properity prices are down thanks to the bad neighbours - nice view though. What about your neck of the woods?
soul_warrior
Termite!
darwin, i understand you are changing the trade rules
care to spell out the rules?
as i see it,
1- knowledge can be transfered without mishap, due to its nature.
2- we can only trade EPs if we have a border or safe route.
3- hard goods, such as military support, have to slog it all the way.
which can be summarized as:
* no limits on knowledge trading, except for the 1 tech\level\turn rule
* EP movement is still limited, unless made by bordering factions
am i right to assume these basic rules?
care to spell out the rules?
as i see it,
1- knowledge can be transfered without mishap, due to its nature.
2- we can only trade EPs if we have a border or safe route.
3- hard goods, such as military support, have to slog it all the way.
which can be summarized as:
* no limits on knowledge trading, except for the 1 tech\level\turn rule
* EP movement is still limited, unless made by bordering factions
am i right to assume these basic rules?
soul_warrior
Termite!
TO: TRINITY
FROM: ZIB
Care to trade? We can offer construction 5 for your weapons:ship 5
TO: MIRIA
From: ZIB
Care to sell us you ship building technology (con 6) for our rarified and aged in oak casks, Weapons:Troop 3 now and another tech level next turn.
we can do this a multi-turn deal.
TO:SKYJACKs
FROM:ZIB
Would you care, dear friend, to persue a career in the Peacecore?
We have open slots and are eagerly awaiting your reply
We would like to offer a 5 year trade plan in exchange for your Robotics skills.
Please PM me with an offer, and make it one I can live with if you please.
TO:Astral Sogourners, Haven and Harpel Hegemony
From: ZIB
We have recently concluded a survey that showed that you are the top 3 factions, with regard to fighting the all dreadful Scourge.
We are now inviting you to bid in our Contarct 1A26 BioTech Information Systems, which would entail the exchange of your knowledge of BioTech for a certain sum or other trade goods.
Offers are welcome anytime soon (12pm, 24th APR GMT, Local Zion Time)
We reserve the right to not accept any offer, or to pick any of the offers, as we choose.
all offers are only valid pending Darwin's approval of the new trade laws.
FROM: ZIB
Care to trade? We can offer construction 5 for your weapons:ship 5
TO: MIRIA
From: ZIB
Care to sell us you ship building technology (con 6) for our rarified and aged in oak casks, Weapons:Troop 3 now and another tech level next turn.
we can do this a multi-turn deal.
TO:SKYJACKs
FROM:ZIB
Would you care, dear friend, to persue a career in the Peacecore?
We have open slots and are eagerly awaiting your reply
We would like to offer a 5 year trade plan in exchange for your Robotics skills.
Please PM me with an offer, and make it one I can live with if you please.
TO:Astral Sogourners, Haven and Harpel Hegemony
From: ZIB
We have recently concluded a survey that showed that you are the top 3 factions, with regard to fighting the all dreadful Scourge.
We are now inviting you to bid in our Contarct 1A26 BioTech Information Systems, which would entail the exchange of your knowledge of BioTech for a certain sum or other trade goods.
Offers are welcome anytime soon (12pm, 24th APR GMT, Local Zion Time)
We reserve the right to not accept any offer, or to pick any of the offers, as we choose.
all offers are only valid pending Darwin's approval of the new trade laws.
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
soul_warrior said:
IC: What do you mean by career in the Peacecore
?OOC: Can we even have a trade pact? By my reckoning the route would pass through Braedi - a scourge system that hardened military craft have trouble passing through! Also I would like a finalisation of the trade route rules if they are changing (as right now its more profitable to invest in your own worlds development than start a trade route).
soul_warrior
Termite!
IC, ofcourse.Disenfrancised said:IC: What do you mean by career in the Peacecore
we at the Republic aim to bring Humanity back to it golden age not through war and terror, but through love, joy and peace.
it has not passed our attention that the Skyjack's are trust worthy and pay attention to our own humble aid attempts to other, less fortunate factions (e.g. your comments on my deals with the 51st air)
we are willing to offer you a hand in peace.
will you take it?
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
soul_warrior said:
IC: *Light snigger at the 'joy, love and peace' bit* Oh right so sort of alliance or forum...possible league of nations like to protect less powerful civilizations? We could certainly agree to that but once again we state our unwillingless to commit to action half way across the sector - it was the very thing which made us unable to assist the 51st Airbourne directly ourselves.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
Here's the story I promised.
The door of a Reese's Peculiars outlet chimed as two men stepped in, one middle-aged and the other young.
"What can I do for you?" the shopkeeper intoned formally from behind his silverwood counter.
"My son has just turned 18. I want to buy him one of your finest unsleep pills." the older man answered.
"Very good, very good. I have models two, three and four in stock. Do you want one of those, or shall I make up a different one?"
"Model two, please. This is pretty close to a one-time thing with the age limit."
"Of course." The shopkeeper tapped away at the computer discreetly build into the silverwood. While inactive, the screen had imitated the wood's texture, its slight glow giving the impression that this particular section had been treated with high-quality varnish.
The younger man hadn't said anything, but his eyes were flicking across the counter as he examined the samples laid out there. Injection only, every one. They wouldn't keep the more potent compounds here.
There was a discreet click from the left as a panel in the wall slid up and a small wagon trundled out, carrying a little yellow block encased in clear crystal and two disposable gloves.
The shopkeeper stared intently at the young man. "You take it like this: Wear the gloves, snap the block in two to reveal the pill. Touch it to a major blood vessel. Neck's the best."
"Why the gloves?"
"Because some of that pill will not only make you violently ill if you eat it, but partly insane. So it's coated with something so revolting that even touching it with your bare skin and then touching your finger to your tongue will provoke a gag reflex. Now, take it." The shopkeeper handed the young man the wooden board with the pill and gloves, giving the older man a bill to sign.
Later that evening...
"Party's over. Move it, frag you! Move it!" muttered the older man as he chased out the last few hangoverers from the celebrational remnants, then stuck his head inside the door of the house. "Do you want me to lock the door, son?"
"Please do." came the reply from a bedroom somewhere down the hall. "I'd like to be in peace now."
"Sleep well." answered the older man, then closed the door and locked it behind him before going home.
Inside, his son was stretched out on the floor to avoid falling out of bed. Unable to resist his natural curiosity, he had fetched a large porcelain basin. Now he snapped open the little crystal bought earlier that day and touched it to his tongue.
All sorts of horrors shot up his tongue nerves and right into his brain, making him vomit before he could think. He missed the basin entirely and spilled a cupful of that evening's dinner across the floor and up the wall. Most of his muscles contracted, leaving him to fall prone in his own vomit.
Damnit, I bet they do this on purpose! he thought angrily. Then his elbow bent far enough that the pill in his hand went to his throat, and suddenly the bed got up and started wiping away the vomit, which tried to escape by flowing up the wall. Incredulously, he watched the bed respond by grabbing the room by the carpet and turning it sideways so that the bed could walk up the wall. He wondered faintly why the bed had never done this before, and rationalized that he had never vomited in his bedroom before.
After the vomit escaped out the window, the bed picked him up and carried him out on the streets. They were brightly illuminated by a midday sun which threw yellow lines down at him. He picked one up, faintly aware that the bed had disappeared, as the buildings were doing. Now he was walking down an endless road, paved with shades of black and grey, as yellow lines fell from a brilliantly azure - although sunless - sky. Each step rang in his ears with the smell of freshly mown grass, the synaesthesia so overwhelming that he almost passed out.
[OOC - Unsleep pills make one pass out for a number of hours equal to their model number. About one fourth of this time is spent in delusions, the rest in direct sensory misstimulations.]
The door of a Reese's Peculiars outlet chimed as two men stepped in, one middle-aged and the other young.
"What can I do for you?" the shopkeeper intoned formally from behind his silverwood counter.
"My son has just turned 18. I want to buy him one of your finest unsleep pills." the older man answered.
"Very good, very good. I have models two, three and four in stock. Do you want one of those, or shall I make up a different one?"
"Model two, please. This is pretty close to a one-time thing with the age limit."
"Of course." The shopkeeper tapped away at the computer discreetly build into the silverwood. While inactive, the screen had imitated the wood's texture, its slight glow giving the impression that this particular section had been treated with high-quality varnish.
The younger man hadn't said anything, but his eyes were flicking across the counter as he examined the samples laid out there. Injection only, every one. They wouldn't keep the more potent compounds here.
There was a discreet click from the left as a panel in the wall slid up and a small wagon trundled out, carrying a little yellow block encased in clear crystal and two disposable gloves.
The shopkeeper stared intently at the young man. "You take it like this: Wear the gloves, snap the block in two to reveal the pill. Touch it to a major blood vessel. Neck's the best."
"Why the gloves?"
"Because some of that pill will not only make you violently ill if you eat it, but partly insane. So it's coated with something so revolting that even touching it with your bare skin and then touching your finger to your tongue will provoke a gag reflex. Now, take it." The shopkeeper handed the young man the wooden board with the pill and gloves, giving the older man a bill to sign.
Later that evening...
"Party's over. Move it, frag you! Move it!" muttered the older man as he chased out the last few hangoverers from the celebrational remnants, then stuck his head inside the door of the house. "Do you want me to lock the door, son?"
"Please do." came the reply from a bedroom somewhere down the hall. "I'd like to be in peace now."
"Sleep well." answered the older man, then closed the door and locked it behind him before going home.
Inside, his son was stretched out on the floor to avoid falling out of bed. Unable to resist his natural curiosity, he had fetched a large porcelain basin. Now he snapped open the little crystal bought earlier that day and touched it to his tongue.
All sorts of horrors shot up his tongue nerves and right into his brain, making him vomit before he could think. He missed the basin entirely and spilled a cupful of that evening's dinner across the floor and up the wall. Most of his muscles contracted, leaving him to fall prone in his own vomit.
Damnit, I bet they do this on purpose! he thought angrily. Then his elbow bent far enough that the pill in his hand went to his throat, and suddenly the bed got up and started wiping away the vomit, which tried to escape by flowing up the wall. Incredulously, he watched the bed respond by grabbing the room by the carpet and turning it sideways so that the bed could walk up the wall. He wondered faintly why the bed had never done this before, and rationalized that he had never vomited in his bedroom before.
After the vomit escaped out the window, the bed picked him up and carried him out on the streets. They were brightly illuminated by a midday sun which threw yellow lines down at him. He picked one up, faintly aware that the bed had disappeared, as the buildings were doing. Now he was walking down an endless road, paved with shades of black and grey, as yellow lines fell from a brilliantly azure - although sunless - sky. Each step rang in his ears with the smell of freshly mown grass, the synaesthesia so overwhelming that he almost passed out.
[OOC - Unsleep pills make one pass out for a number of hours equal to their model number. About one fourth of this time is spent in delusions, the rest in direct sensory misstimulations.]
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
[IC]
"Learn BioTech from someone else - you have nothing to offer us except loyalty, and that's devalued for distance."
[somewhat OOC]
"Fighting the Scourge? We've barely encountered the Scourge - it's in a backwater system on the end of the Galaxy, and we don't plan to touch it, let alone fight it, during the next five years."soul_warrior said:
"Learn BioTech from someone else - you have nothing to offer us except loyalty, and that's devalued for distance."
[somewhat OOC]
Just fine, our neck of the woods has been rather spacious for a while, but we're at something of a bottleneck. Getting to Skyrus should help, though, and it'll be nice foothold for further operations in that area.Disenfrancised said:
To: ZIB
From: Haven
What are you willing to pay us or trade us for Biotech level 5? We dearly need higher construction technology levels in order to make destroyers, but lack the disposable income at the moment, as we are fighting against the Vakkra with every bit of our power, and still barely managing to hold them off.
Plus, we can teach you how to create our scourge containment foam.
From: Haven
What are you willing to pay us or trade us for Biotech level 5? We dearly need higher construction technology levels in order to make destroyers, but lack the disposable income at the moment, as we are fighting against the Vakkra with every bit of our power, and still barely managing to hold them off.
Plus, we can teach you how to create our scourge containment foam.
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