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---After the mourning of our glorious Emperor, Udon Turik, has ended, his will has been announced, stating Jistri Nozud as the successor to the throne, with her coronation scheduled in 6 days.---
---The admirality has decided to rename the soon-to-be-launched dreadnaught "Winds of Athara" into "Spirit of Turik", to commemorate the deceased emperor.---
---Travel restrictions have been placed on the Baiphus-Spurn system, as the colonists on Baiphus have been affected by a bacterial infection that most likely arrived through human traders, and the colony has been put under quarantine. The Army Desaster Relief Division already has sent supplies and medical staff on-site.---
---After the mourning of our glorious Emperor, Udon Turik, has ended, his will has been announced, stating Jistri Nozud as the successor to the throne, with her coronation scheduled in 6 days.---
---The admirality has decided to rename the soon-to-be-launched dreadnaught "Winds of Athara" into "Spirit of Turik", to commemorate the deceased emperor.---
---Travel restrictions have been placed on the Baiphus-Spurn system, as the colonists on Baiphus have been affected by a bacterial infection that most likely arrived through human traders, and the colony has been put under quarantine. The Army Desaster Relief Division already has sent supplies and medical staff on-site.---
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Imperator August Tellaeya has died of a heart attack due to the stress of leading. His will reveals his choice for the leader of the Imperium, his nephew Richard Williams. Imperator Williams' first act was to provide a funeral for the deceased Imperator. His second was to make a pivot toward civil economy and research, after so many years of military focus. He has made small military cuts, namely mothballing the 11th Fleet and re-purposing its personnel as guards for a new research facility being built in the Titus system.
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"Lock acquired. Beam power flow is stable. Ready for test."
The weapons officer of the sleek destroyer quietly prowling the testing area rechecked his targeting settings as he waited. While the new equipmemt sounded good - plasma beams might be handy - he wasn't holding out much hope.
"Understood, Damocles. Target is in position. You are clear for test firing."
The officer exhaled slowly - briefly praying the beam generators wouldn't explode - and tapped the firing command.
A grating metallic sound echoed through the hull as the beam hit the target; the shields reisted only briefly before it bunched through and impacted the hull. The ensuing explosion cut the old frigate cleanly in half, sending debris spiralling away. Another tap sent two more shots out; easily bypassing what shielding was left, they hit the remaining sections, each of which went up with a satisfying explosion.
"Test one complete. Standby for test two."
As the comm offcer responded, Lieutenant Captain Moros grinned to himself. These new plasma beams could be fun.
The weapons officer of the sleek destroyer quietly prowling the testing area rechecked his targeting settings as he waited. While the new equipmemt sounded good - plasma beams might be handy - he wasn't holding out much hope.
"Understood, Damocles. Target is in position. You are clear for test firing."
The officer exhaled slowly - briefly praying the beam generators wouldn't explode - and tapped the firing command.
A grating metallic sound echoed through the hull as the beam hit the target; the shields reisted only briefly before it bunched through and impacted the hull. The ensuing explosion cut the old frigate cleanly in half, sending debris spiralling away. Another tap sent two more shots out; easily bypassing what shielding was left, they hit the remaining sections, each of which went up with a satisfying explosion.
"Test one complete. Standby for test two."
As the comm offcer responded, Lieutenant Captain Moros grinned to himself. These new plasma beams could be fun.
Re: FutureCraft RolePlay
Hey, my thing's people making stuff that doesn't jive with the lore. It's not even that hard.Error wrote:Physics should not be considered an all-powerful barrier. Inb4 Mercury.
Anyway, I can play around a bit since I don't have much esle to do. I'll use the Batiss Combine. Here's some mostly up-to-date info.
Crash course:
Capital: Batiel System, Mundesh, Kranah, Rakyeh
Batii make up most of Batiss' population, with some humans and other races sprinkled in.
There are three subspecies of Batii.
-Kranah: The most human-like
-Nae'hohna: The big ones
-Meirakeen: The small ones.
Batiss is made up of five states.
-Karesh is the largest and most powerful, progressive social capitalist. Kranah is the main demographic, has the highest human pop.
-Butik is the stratified, aristocratic foil to Karesh. Mostly Nae'Hohna.
-Karth is smaller, but the techy. Mostly Kranah.
-Merek is warlike and, though around the same size as Karth, produces the best soldiers. Mostly Meirakeen.
-Shihe has the largest territory and is mostly periphery, its import/export laws are slack at best and its militia is mostly privateers and mercenaries. Mixed demographics, Kranah is the majority.
Military Companies:
-Fueler-Havoc: Manufactures mostly vehicles. Leading producer of Mechs.
-Trilight: Ships and ship weapons
-Kaal Military Equip. Corp.: Minor house industry that produces everything from small arms to warships.
That covers pretty much everything except the history.
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Very slight problem with the link: It is inaccessible to anyone not in the SK:RP
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Construction of the research facility is going well.
//ABOARD IMPERIAL SCOUT VESSEL ROMEO-8//
"Sir, we have some strange readings..." the sensor operator manipulated the controls to get a bearing and range on the contact.
"Put it on the monitor," the captain sat back in his chair and lit a cigar. He allowed alcohol and tobacco on his ship as long as there was no threat of a combat situation.
"Up on monitor... now."
The captain stared for a second, then asked, "what ring of hell did that thing come from?"
That thing was a twisted mass of metal that had painted ID numbers and other characteristics that suggested that it had once been a naval vessel, but was now warped beyond recognition.
"No life signs aboard, sir," the sensor operator said quietly. ID code says that it's the INV Chariton.
"Pull up the info on that vessel."
"Sir, most recent info states that the Chariton is a Daedalus-class cruiser that was lost in warpspace a few weeks before the Imperium War ended. It was never recovered or seen again... until now, I guess."
The captain took a long puff of his cigar, exhaled, then said, "Comms, notify Sector Command about this."
The comms officer did so. After a few minutes, he told the captain, "They've ordered us to ready weapons and remain in a holding pattern around the vessel. They also say to expect a Broadsword.
The captain stared, then muttered to himself, "What the hell have we gotten into?"
//ABOARD IMPERIAL SCOUT VESSEL ROMEO-8//
"Sir, we have some strange readings..." the sensor operator manipulated the controls to get a bearing and range on the contact.
"Put it on the monitor," the captain sat back in his chair and lit a cigar. He allowed alcohol and tobacco on his ship as long as there was no threat of a combat situation.
"Up on monitor... now."
The captain stared for a second, then asked, "what ring of hell did that thing come from?"
That thing was a twisted mass of metal that had painted ID numbers and other characteristics that suggested that it had once been a naval vessel, but was now warped beyond recognition.
"No life signs aboard, sir," the sensor operator said quietly. ID code says that it's the INV Chariton.
"Pull up the info on that vessel."
"Sir, most recent info states that the Chariton is a Daedalus-class cruiser that was lost in warpspace a few weeks before the Imperium War ended. It was never recovered or seen again... until now, I guess."
The captain took a long puff of his cigar, exhaled, then said, "Comms, notify Sector Command about this."
The comms officer did so. After a few minutes, he told the captain, "They've ordered us to ready weapons and remain in a holding pattern around the vessel. They also say to expect a Broadsword.
The captain stared, then muttered to himself, "What the hell have we gotten into?"
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Oh yeah forgot about that.Ivan2006 wrote:Very slight problem with the link: It is inaccessible to anyone not in the SK:RP
E: no spoiler in spoilers here
EE: http://fc-mod.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t= ... 697#p61697
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A point of light sparkled above the planet, from the light a large vessel appeared.
"Annnd... we have green light."
"Leave nothing alive."
A round of "Aye"s sounded.
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A moment ago, there was what now seemed like the apex of calmness, of peace, of security. Until the fire fell from above, razing everything and everyone. But, it was not swift, it was not over in an instant. Cities were not simply reduced to rubble, buildings falling few at a time. I watched from my apartment view as the towers around mine were blasted to pieces, debris flying everywhere, damaged buildings collapsing onto others. I was not there to watch as after our proud nation was finally routed when groups of what most would come to call 'demons' hunted us. And I was not there to watch as our entire race was eradicated from our home.
OOC: The only announcement anyone will be getting about them is that of a new mining world, by the way.
"Annnd... we have green light."
"Leave nothing alive."
A round of "Aye"s sounded.
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A moment ago, there was what now seemed like the apex of calmness, of peace, of security. Until the fire fell from above, razing everything and everyone. But, it was not swift, it was not over in an instant. Cities were not simply reduced to rubble, buildings falling few at a time. I watched from my apartment view as the towers around mine were blasted to pieces, debris flying everywhere, damaged buildings collapsing onto others. I was not there to watch as after our proud nation was finally routed when groups of what most would come to call 'demons' hunted us. And I was not there to watch as our entire race was eradicated from our home.
OOC: The only announcement anyone will be getting about them is that of a new mining world, by the way.
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[ZFS rescue ship Anyone who's dead raise a hand, Wyvern nebula]
"Still no contact?"
"Nothing, Ma'am. The ion storm is blocking all communications."
Captain Lisa Riverton let out an audible sigh. The ship had been patrolling the area surrounding a certain ion storm in sector 6 of the Wyvern nebula, in hopes of rescuing the miners trapped inside it, but hope was beginning to fade.
Right before the ion storm became inpenetrable, surveillance satellites picked up what looked like a group of damaged and somewhat deformed pirate ships heading for the mining facilities. Since neither the pirates or the miners could've left, the chances of the miners still being alive were slim.
"And you're sure there's no way through the storm?"
"Very sure, Ma'am. If we even get close to the storm, it will tear right through our shields and-"
The crewman just looked at his screen for a minute, as if he had noticed some unexplainable error he couldn't fix.
"It would seem an opening has just opened up right.. here." he pointed at a map of the sector.
"Is it large enough to get through?"
"Just large enough, Ma'am."
Captain Riverton turned to the navigation officer.
"A hole in the storm just opened up. Let's go through it before it's too late."
"Still no contact?"
"Nothing, Ma'am. The ion storm is blocking all communications."
Captain Lisa Riverton let out an audible sigh. The ship had been patrolling the area surrounding a certain ion storm in sector 6 of the Wyvern nebula, in hopes of rescuing the miners trapped inside it, but hope was beginning to fade.
Right before the ion storm became inpenetrable, surveillance satellites picked up what looked like a group of damaged and somewhat deformed pirate ships heading for the mining facilities. Since neither the pirates or the miners could've left, the chances of the miners still being alive were slim.
"And you're sure there's no way through the storm?"
"Very sure, Ma'am. If we even get close to the storm, it will tear right through our shields and-"
The crewman just looked at his screen for a minute, as if he had noticed some unexplainable error he couldn't fix.
"It would seem an opening has just opened up right.. here." he pointed at a map of the sector.
"Is it large enough to get through?"
"Just large enough, Ma'am."
Captain Riverton turned to the navigation officer.
"A hole in the storm just opened up. Let's go through it before it's too late."
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The whole ship began to shiver. The three Proton-Impulse Engines were active.
"We have left the starport! I repeat, the 'Hope of Vyll' is now flying!"
The whole bridge crew stood up and applauded. After four years of construction, the first Generation class was now on it's way to leave the Trinity system and perform the first interstellar FTL voyage of the Mehandor.
Golt stood up, looked at the crew and said:
Today we write history, today we change our way of living, today we leave our home to spread the Federation of the Mehandor, Gurrads and Ocrivar. We have worked hard for this and shall not fail! It is our time to shine!
He paused for a moment to see the reactions of the people listening to him. He continued:
And we will shine! We will mix our holy light among the light of the stars, so the heavens may shine in a never ending light. Captain Haz, set course for Illad!
As you command sir!
The ship began to accelerate and ripped a hole into the universe.
Most scientists assumed that a voyage through a wormhole would not take longer than a nanosecond. The reality was different. The ship was shaken heavily while it seemed to ride on a wave of light and energy. Golt observed the process carefully, the shields of the vessel seemed to hold up but it would only be a matter of time before they would eventually collapse. Golt turned to the captain and shouted: "Haz, give me a report!"
The shields seem to hold up, but the ship is shaken around quite a bit, we have no structural issues, but the order to put on mag-shoes was a good thing, otherwise we might have some injuries.
Golt began to relax, it didn't go as the eggheads predicted, but it was close enough. Now they just had to get out of the wormhole and his reign would be sealed. After two minutes of flying through space they could not understand, the ship left the wormhole. There were no signs for it other than the lack of shaking. At first Golt didn't notice but when he looked at the hologlobe that showed the outside, it was black again and not filled with light.
The comms officer looked at Golt and reported, that scans were underway.
Golt stood up again to broadcast to the whole crew:
"We have made it! We are now the first people to ever reach Illad. The prophets have foreseen the day that we will reach the first home of the gods and their prophecy was true! WE will fulfill their prophecy and I shall lead you to our eventual place in the halls of the holy ones. This day shall be... Golt stopped and looked at the comms officer who seemed startled for some reason. He turned away and the broadcast ended. "What is going on?"
"Princeps, we have contact, I repeat we have an unknown ship on our sensors!
Golt was horrified. He looked at the crew and tried to say something but he couldn't. He took a few seconds to calm down and finally said:
Red alert! Raise the Laurin-Screen and prepare the FTL-Drive, we might have to high tail out of here!"
Golt went back to his command seat and hoped, that the other ship wouldn't be a hostile, at least until they had their FTL-Drive ready.
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While this is the first interstellar voyage of my faction, they do have quite advanced tech. The Laurin-Screen is a strong stealth field for example. Due to the lack of a natural moon, the Mehandor weren't interested in space travel for a long time and continued to expand on their own planet, researching new technologies and becoming very high-tech, until the first spaceship of the Gurrads reached their system, a sub-light ship with a nuclear pulse engine. Since this time they began to research space technologies and allied with the Gurrads, in order to expand even further. In the early days, they were limited to communicating with each other, until they developed FTL-Communications, which allowed them to visit each other by transferring their spirit from one place to another. Since then there has been a joint effort to create an FTL-Starship and the Hope of Vyll is the outcome of this project. It is quite big, but has no offensive firepower to speak of, only basic energy shields and the Laurin-Stealth field (which works very well, but takes some time to get into full effect).
"We have left the starport! I repeat, the 'Hope of Vyll' is now flying!"
The whole bridge crew stood up and applauded. After four years of construction, the first Generation class was now on it's way to leave the Trinity system and perform the first interstellar FTL voyage of the Mehandor.
Golt stood up, looked at the crew and said:
Today we write history, today we change our way of living, today we leave our home to spread the Federation of the Mehandor, Gurrads and Ocrivar. We have worked hard for this and shall not fail! It is our time to shine!
He paused for a moment to see the reactions of the people listening to him. He continued:
And we will shine! We will mix our holy light among the light of the stars, so the heavens may shine in a never ending light. Captain Haz, set course for Illad!
As you command sir!
The ship began to accelerate and ripped a hole into the universe.
Most scientists assumed that a voyage through a wormhole would not take longer than a nanosecond. The reality was different. The ship was shaken heavily while it seemed to ride on a wave of light and energy. Golt observed the process carefully, the shields of the vessel seemed to hold up but it would only be a matter of time before they would eventually collapse. Golt turned to the captain and shouted: "Haz, give me a report!"
The shields seem to hold up, but the ship is shaken around quite a bit, we have no structural issues, but the order to put on mag-shoes was a good thing, otherwise we might have some injuries.
Golt began to relax, it didn't go as the eggheads predicted, but it was close enough. Now they just had to get out of the wormhole and his reign would be sealed. After two minutes of flying through space they could not understand, the ship left the wormhole. There were no signs for it other than the lack of shaking. At first Golt didn't notice but when he looked at the hologlobe that showed the outside, it was black again and not filled with light.
The comms officer looked at Golt and reported, that scans were underway.
Golt stood up again to broadcast to the whole crew:
"We have made it! We are now the first people to ever reach Illad. The prophets have foreseen the day that we will reach the first home of the gods and their prophecy was true! WE will fulfill their prophecy and I shall lead you to our eventual place in the halls of the holy ones. This day shall be... Golt stopped and looked at the comms officer who seemed startled for some reason. He turned away and the broadcast ended. "What is going on?"
"Princeps, we have contact, I repeat we have an unknown ship on our sensors!
Golt was horrified. He looked at the crew and tried to say something but he couldn't. He took a few seconds to calm down and finally said:
Red alert! Raise the Laurin-Screen and prepare the FTL-Drive, we might have to high tail out of here!"
Golt went back to his command seat and hoped, that the other ship wouldn't be a hostile, at least until they had their FTL-Drive ready.
OOC:
While this is the first interstellar voyage of my faction, they do have quite advanced tech. The Laurin-Screen is a strong stealth field for example. Due to the lack of a natural moon, the Mehandor weren't interested in space travel for a long time and continued to expand on their own planet, researching new technologies and becoming very high-tech, until the first spaceship of the Gurrads reached their system, a sub-light ship with a nuclear pulse engine. Since this time they began to research space technologies and allied with the Gurrads, in order to expand even further. In the early days, they were limited to communicating with each other, until they developed FTL-Communications, which allowed them to visit each other by transferring their spirit from one place to another. Since then there has been a joint effort to create an FTL-Starship and the Hope of Vyll is the outcome of this project. It is quite big, but has no offensive firepower to speak of, only basic energy shields and the Laurin-Stealth field (which works very well, but takes some time to get into full effect).
Suddenly, Julo.
"This DOES NOT help!"
"This DOES NOT help!"
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//CSV A Series Of Unlikely Explanations - Thaddis Manaan, 5,650 Light-years from Balcora//
"Commander, new contact. Unknown ship, bearing zero five seven, inclination negative zero zero five. Range, thirteen thousand. No emissions."
Commander Eloysis leaned forwards in his chair. "ID it, Lieutenant. Helm, new course; zero five five, declination zero zero five. Bring us within five hundred. Weapons, go hot syandby; bring the plasma beams online."
"Sensor sweep complete. Target is cold, no EM or thermal. Profile suggests a NeoRoman science vessel, but the computer can't confirm. It's too damn bright here to get a good visual." the sensor officer reported.
The commander frowned. "Ops, scramble the fighters and have them do a flyby; ready a cpmbat science team. Helm, bring us within visual range and hold."
Standing, he gestured his XO to take the conn and his science officer o fall into step with him. Taking a left, he followed the corridor down a deck and forward; a brief walk brough him to the observation deck.
Slapping a control on the wall, he winced as the lowering blast shield let the intense brightness of the Balcora Nebula in; turning a dial, he darkened the window and turned to watch.
The unknown hulk came slowly into view; it certainly looked NeoRoman, though he didn't recognize the design. Frowning, he watched the fighters and boarding shuttle launch. He spoke to his headset.
"Send a hyperpulse message to NAVCOM. We should get the 'Romans out here to maybe ID this beast."
//MESSAGE TO: NEOROMAN HIERARCHY, NAVAL COMMAND
//MESSAGE FROM: COMMONWEALTH STAR NAVY, NAVCOM
One of our vessels has located what appears to be a NeoRoman vessel in the Balcora Nebula. Corrdinates will follow; they've requested a NeoRoman ship rendezvous with them and identify the wreck. Request you dispatch a vessel if one is available.
//MESSAGE END
"Commander, new contact. Unknown ship, bearing zero five seven, inclination negative zero zero five. Range, thirteen thousand. No emissions."
Commander Eloysis leaned forwards in his chair. "ID it, Lieutenant. Helm, new course; zero five five, declination zero zero five. Bring us within five hundred. Weapons, go hot syandby; bring the plasma beams online."
"Sensor sweep complete. Target is cold, no EM or thermal. Profile suggests a NeoRoman science vessel, but the computer can't confirm. It's too damn bright here to get a good visual." the sensor officer reported.
The commander frowned. "Ops, scramble the fighters and have them do a flyby; ready a cpmbat science team. Helm, bring us within visual range and hold."
Standing, he gestured his XO to take the conn and his science officer o fall into step with him. Taking a left, he followed the corridor down a deck and forward; a brief walk brough him to the observation deck.
Slapping a control on the wall, he winced as the lowering blast shield let the intense brightness of the Balcora Nebula in; turning a dial, he darkened the window and turned to watch.
The unknown hulk came slowly into view; it certainly looked NeoRoman, though he didn't recognize the design. Frowning, he watched the fighters and boarding shuttle launch. He spoke to his headset.
"Send a hyperpulse message to NAVCOM. We should get the 'Romans out here to maybe ID this beast."
//MESSAGE TO: NEOROMAN HIERARCHY, NAVAL COMMAND
//MESSAGE FROM: COMMONWEALTH STAR NAVY, NAVCOM
One of our vessels has located what appears to be a NeoRoman vessel in the Balcora Nebula. Corrdinates will follow; they've requested a NeoRoman ship rendezvous with them and identify the wreck. Request you dispatch a vessel if one is available.
//MESSAGE END
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[ZFS rescue ship Anyone who's dead raise a hand, Wyvern nebula]
There was a tense silence on the bridge. The pilots were shut out in their own little sector; the last thing they needed was to be disturbed, or the ship could get too close to the ion storm and be torn apart.
After 3 minutes that felt like an eternity, the ship was clear of the storm, and ahead lay Wyvern Mining Base Alpha, a large, roughly octagonal space station which served as the center of command, processing, shipping et cetera for all the mining stations in the sector. It was painted with icons of a winged cogwheel, the logo of the many-faced Wikus corporation.
"The station itself seems to be mostly intact," noted a scanner operator, "only some light asteroid damage here and here. The station's long-range shields seem to have kept the storm away, good to know those things work."
"Any signs of the pirates?"
"Oddly enough, not so far. You would've expected-"
The scanner operator froze for a moment, and turned a shade paler than usual."
"What... what are those?"
The telescopes showed multiple medium-small craft that looked like they had been torn up by some space monster, and that were decorated with spikes, scrap metal, chains and similar.
"This is a bit much, even for pirates"
The captain nodded.
"Gunners to their posts. Prepare the droids, and notify the knight. We're moving in."
There was a tense silence on the bridge. The pilots were shut out in their own little sector; the last thing they needed was to be disturbed, or the ship could get too close to the ion storm and be torn apart.
After 3 minutes that felt like an eternity, the ship was clear of the storm, and ahead lay Wyvern Mining Base Alpha, a large, roughly octagonal space station which served as the center of command, processing, shipping et cetera for all the mining stations in the sector. It was painted with icons of a winged cogwheel, the logo of the many-faced Wikus corporation.
"The station itself seems to be mostly intact," noted a scanner operator, "only some light asteroid damage here and here. The station's long-range shields seem to have kept the storm away, good to know those things work."
"Any signs of the pirates?"
"Oddly enough, not so far. You would've expected-"
The scanner operator froze for a moment, and turned a shade paler than usual."
"What... what are those?"
The telescopes showed multiple medium-small craft that looked like they had been torn up by some space monster, and that were decorated with spikes, scrap metal, chains and similar.
"This is a bit much, even for pirates"
The captain nodded.
"Gunners to their posts. Prepare the droids, and notify the knight. We're moving in."
BASH THE FASH CLASS WAR NOW