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 The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374 | "Makes sense. Our own only have rooms like this for when there are crew wide changes and everyone needs to be there." | |
 The Thestral Union of FreeAmericanStates | She also takes a seat " yep that makes sense" | |
| The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374 | "Alright, now to business." | |
| Daeztegon | The Vixen sits silent in the void, as cogitators begin to work overdrive to translate the plethora of xenos languages shooting through the system. "Oh, I see! Not enough hands! Well, I do have lascannons and torpedoes for sale - there's nothing quite as satisfying as seeing a gleaming scarlet bolt rush through the vacuum of space to crash down into a moon, immolating the impact site, or hopping in a boarding torpedo to bring the fight directly to an enemy!" | |
| Daeztegon | Development Several months ago, the Mechanicus was given both schematics and a working example of a 'hyperdrive', by the Saharian Republic and the Colonies of Unitess respectively - and ever since, hundreds of thousands of tech-priests had desperately slaved away at workstations and engineering bays to better understand the technology. Now, finally, they have cracked it; hyperdrives will be mass produced, granting the Dominate an enormous advantage and boon. | |
 The Boundary of Sovereignty of Judahite | The Universe Is A Flower: RP Lilypad Observatories and Petal Satellites in the Qanex system have for the last year been detecting a steady increase in Solar activity from the local star: Qanex Othos, with a near 20% increase in the intensity of solar radiation: Initially seen as a benefit to the 6 Inhabited planets orbiting it, but now has reached a point where it seems that eventually the star will strip the planets of their atmospheres in a matter of decades or short centuries. In the Long term these planets will be marked for abandonment - with evacuation measures being installed for use in the future, whenever it is decided to be necessary. For now, the Domain can only set goals to harvest as much material from the planets as is possible in efficient fashion, before it is lost forever. With Recent communications received from the foreign boundaries of The galactic empire of mexico: Formally Refered to as 'Mezika' - As a translated and simplified term of understanding, The Chrysanthemum Hive Mind is open to establishing more permanent communications channels to better allow for State to State information travel: proposing to plant a diplomatic tree where allowed. Further cooperation is also proposed - to bridge the gap of understanding between the two very differing species of the states: More research into mutual understanding is important to the Sphere - and it is hoped that relations will begin on good terms. | |
 The Dominion of Mirpak of Jovilor | Dominion of Mirpak Expansion Post 3/3 The Dominion colonizes 100 planets and 100 moons. | |
 The Heliarchy of Rykil | The Heliarchy - Expansion III The third and final phase of this expansion period has claimed 100 Planets and 100 Moons. | |
| Daeztegon | Expansion I With assistance from several Mechanicus fleets and their attendant servitors and factory-ships, the process of settling repli-worlds has begun. (+100p, +100m) | |
 The Ashkatan League of Vulstria | Development I The Empire of Hizdahr has recently begun a crash program in ship construction to a sudden rash of unusually aggressive Free Admiralty raids in Vulture's Drift, causing an uptick in mining quotas in Qarat and leading to a glut of mineral resources to be spent at the cost of causing new unrest amongst the already hard-worked mining colonies there, with the resulting bounty being shipped under heavy guard to the throne world of Hizdahr. Meanwhile, Tel Aklan, naval moon of the gas giant Solstice, has been inundated by a similar surge of minerals from Tel Vadir and has begun a similar escalation of naval production, while also diverting some of the excess materials into establishing additional shipyards. A distant tertiary diversion of materials is dispatched to Tel Yun to expand some of its gas refining operations in order to ensure a steady supply of additional fuel for an expanded navy. This naval buildup is, however, readily apparent to the enemies of the Empire and the response is not long in coming; with the Free Admiralty divesting themselves of some of their ill-gotten goods to establish additional shadow yards amongst their asteroid holdings in the Valley of Lords and Azriac's Chain. In addition, the Durad Syndicate's many criminal connections have begun stockpiling military surplus in greater quantities than usual while simultaneously calling together as many Narvarad warbands, Kurzid Oathsworn and Free Pilots as they can get their hands on in addition to their Libertalian Marines & Lobots, while Cambrian Extraction inducts many of their corporate serfs into their more professional P-Sec & expands the orbital works over Signus while further contracting Ironsides Manufacturing into lending their own independent shipyards for producing additional enforcement vessels. Beyond Bounty...the Hegemony stirs. | |
 The Enclave of Neo Animalia | Testing out "Come. On. Stupid pair of..." In a moment of frustration she just ripped a new pair of holes into the top and pulled it on before walking to the kitchen and throwing open the fridge. She pulled out yesterday's pizza and slammed the door, venting a bit of her frustration on the appliance. She didn't even bother to microwave it, just eating it cold. The rain was still coming down and Geima finally got tired of sitting in her ship, opening the door ot the outside and walking out in the rain and back to the lab. As she walked by that stupid lab that started all this she saw something else: another server rack which had been tipped over and was almost hidden. She walked in again and saw something else sitting in the other server rack: A much bigger data storage server. She pulled it out and hefted it, the big chunk of machinery feeling lighter than it should as she walked out of the room. Then on her way out she slammed her foot into another chunk of buster machinery. "STUPID. GOD DAMN. PIECE OF CRAP MACHINE" She kicked that heavy chunk of scrap electronics as hard as she could, and she hit it hard. Not only did it fly straight through one of the lab's windows, but it smashed into a concrete wall hard enough to shatter apart into little bits. She looked down in surprise, seeing how thin her leg looked compared to how fast it just sent a chunk of heavy machinery into a wall, and how hard said machinery broke apart from the force. She walked the drive back to her ship but tried something before she walked in: seeing just how high she could jump. She bent down and jumped as hard as she could, and she felt wind rushing by her and looked down to see the ground suddenly 20 feet below her. She panicked for the few seconds it took her to land in a puddle of mud. She sat there for a moment, embarrassed that she hadn't thought about where she'd land after jumping, before dragging herself out of the mud and drudging back to her ship and starting a shower. Yet again her new body posed a problem: the second she tried ditching her pants the new spikes on her exoskeleton just ripped them apart. At that point she somewhat gave up, throwing the scraps of clothing against the wall and washing off the mud in the shower before going to bed. | |
 The Velrokinate of Kinmoon | Expansion 1 | AUG 2022 Kinmoon would begin a new phase of expansion within the east, cleaning up the chaos which was caused by Sobel and his army. They would make repairs to the hub station, and would also start construction of several new stations and ring defenses, with the help of the mutual construction guild (MCG) of Kinmoon, a group specialized in the construction of civilian and military infrastructure, as well as megastructures. The government would assist in the construction of new lane lays and gates to the core of Kinmoon, to help further the development of the region, and helping it become one of the most developed regions within Kinmoon, before the core systems of course. With the help of Fabulon Aurlandos, and the MCG, they would start production of new warships and fleets, with the construction of orbital and suborbital ship yards, as well as weapon factories for mass production of personal weaponry and military equipment. Civilian goods would also be prioritized, and would be allowed for sale, alongside older weaponry and outdated equipment within the hubstations, allowing spacers and travelers to purchase the items. + 100 planets | |
| The Enclave of Neo Animalia | Jackpot "Okay Geima, you can do this. You've flown this ship a hundred times. You've got extra arms now, but that's fine. You can still do this, just stay calm. All you have to do is exit the atmosphere and then you can turn on autopilot. Just take a deep breath, you're gonna do it." She turned on the ship's ignition, engines humming as it picked up off the ground and she turned it towards the sky. She took another deep breath and gunned the throttle, ship screaming through the sky until she could activate autopilot and walk back to her cabin to keep looking through the recovered data. Something that caught her eye was a file relating to the creation of the serum, including it's full name: Targeted Genetic Modification Serum 93. What was also included was the last few journal entries of the mind behind it, someone named Greg Carlton. As much as she expected his journals to sound like a psycho doctor, someone wanting to twist the human form to whatever they found fit, but what she found was pages and pages of regrets and apologies, pleas to stop the project, and a final note of regret for even making the serum in the first place. The very last thing in the journal was a map to where the man's presumed resting place could be found, onboard a ship buried presumably on the very same planet she was just on. But now was not the time for trying to find the man behind this nonsense, now was the time to finish the job, the whole reason she'd even gone to the planet. | |
 The Republic of New Saharia | A Neighborly Invasion || After another short journey, they would finally arrive at the ship’s core. The first thing the Corporal would notice would be how… small and quiet it was. The room itself was ring-shaped, with the inner wall being mostly of glass divided by metal paneling with consoles and diagnostics stations. It was incredibly quiet here, with only faint conversations between the engineers and the hum of the reactor itself. A tiny speck of white light floating in mid-air, ominously hovering inside a chamber whose inner walls were lined with a reflective-purple alloy of some kind. This chamber demanded an atmosphere of respect. For three-thousand years, Humanity had mastered the art of solar fusion. The spherical chamber itself was no wider than eight meters, yet provided a near-endless source of energy for a ship eight-hundred meters long. “Solar Ionization - the power of the stars themselves at our fingertips. That white speck - that’s a star. Held together by high-emission lasers and containment fields. No bigger than the tip of a pen. And yet it’s more energy than our ship has ever needed…” The Captain shifted over to a control panel, pressing a few buttons. The glass itself seemed to react, dimming the inside of the chamber so it could be seen better… A swirling miasma of colors, like solar winds, filled the inside. Like tendrils they extended from the tiny sun, swaying as if caught in a warm summer breeze. “Incredible, isn’t it?” | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | Malevolent Intruder || Daeztegon The Republic Envoy began to sweat again. But he would answer truthfully. “No. They were brought to submission. We brought to justice their leaders, judging them under our law, and took tribute from their member states accordingly. But we did not destroy them. It was only their government and leadership we sought to destroy, not their common folk.” “And once all was done, we left them in peace. Although they would not be fortunate in the years to come; they tore themselves apart through infighting.” | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | ||
| The Republic of New Saharia | Astinda V-b, Jedi Temple Lira, clearly having lost all control over her emotions, exploded at him. “You never asked anyone but yourself! You did all of this of your own desire and volition, keeping all of it a secret! Maybe you thought that the Executor would be merciful and offer us refuge - but did you think to ask if we actually wanted that? This isn’t just about the Jedi! This is our home! It has been for decades! And you want to put all of us in mortal danger to satisfy your little desire for greatness?!” Kerronn still said nothing. The rest of his Jedi peers looked on awkwardly, angrily. She continued. “And now there’s a Republic officer outside who wants to shove all of us onto shuttles to be taken to God-knows-where. I don’t want to entertain what I think that looks like, Master.” Finally, Kerronn spoke, noticeably quieter than Lira. “Viskova. They will take us to the Capital. There’s no place in the Republic more safe than there…” That didn’t do much to calm her. “You really believe that, don’t you? And what’s on Viskova that would be of any use to us - let alone nothing more than a ploy to trap us all away in some camp?!” Finally, Master Kerron raised his voice. “You really think we’re safe here?! The Sith are making a return! We’ve all felt it! This place wasn’t safe the moment we realized that. If we stay here, they will find us. Maybe not soon, perhaps not even for decades… but they will. Sooner, or later. The Jedi will never live as they once used to if we continue to hide underground like moles.” The rest of the crowd looked at him, stunned. “I - we - have to make a decision. I will not go any further with this without everyone’s support. Ellecon is not forcing us to go anywhere. We can either stay here, we can leave to find some new hole to hide in - or we can, for the first time, trust the outside world as it once trusted us, and board those ships to the Ringworld.” Suddenly, with little regard for their privacy, the Republic officer walked in on their conversation, taking only a moment to admire the inside of the temple. “Time’s up. Are you leaving with us or not?” In the end, only a little more than half of the Astindan Jedi would follow Kerronn to board the transports. About a third - including Master Lira - refused. Kerronn had forsaken them, and in her eyes, could very well be leading the rest to their deaths. It had not even been fifty years, and a schism was already taking place. | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | A Green New Deal || The arboreal legion Allen would finally begin to make somewhat of a recovery. He struggled severely to adapt to his much lighter, smaller body, having been much taller and bulkier beforehand. The most obvious and mentally-cripping change was to his reproductive system. It threatened to send him into a spiraling depression, and fought against the artificial and natural dopamine pumped into his system to try and keep it at bay. At the very least, he was eating, drinking, walking, and talking. The thought of being able to go and see his wife and kids again was one of the very few things keeping him sane. And he would get his chance. Meanwhile, on Viskova, the situation finally reached the ears of Saharian Central Command. Already fed-up dealing with domestic issues and threats, the Legion transforming a Republic citizen-soldier was something that CentCom had been fearing ever since the military base was established on Legion soil. And here it was - yet another posthuman threat realized, and made to be truth. Lieutenant Price, one of Central Command’s most trusted frontline officials, would be dispatched to the Arboreal Legion to uncover the situation. A dark three-winged shuttle, all in black, sailed down into the thick canopies just beyond the Republic’s military base, coming to land swiftly. Their approach was likely cleared well before they even entered orbit. Out of the shuttle stepped a single man in a white uniform, flanked by two Republic soldiers in black armor… | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | An Evil Rises || Ellecon, surprisingly, complied. Indeed the roof would be the best way to avoid most of the battle to get back to his own lines. But this was a trap. Ellecon knew it all too well. He did find his way to the roof, through a small hatch. Looking above him, he saw the bottom of the uppercity - separated between the undercity by a kilometer-tall expanse of nothingness. The occasional pillar dotted the horizon, each measuring more than 200 meters in diameter, holding up the entirety of the ringworlds ‘crust’ and the city within it. The light from outside was nowhere close. Ellecon looked around him, a chilling silent wind whipping through the dimlit void. | |
| The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374 | he'd find a woman looking at the landscape in front of her, wearing a thick pink camo jacket. Her hair is quite long and hot pink, dropping down to halfway down her back. | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | The Hammer Falls || The VIXXEN invitation would soon spark great interest in high places all across the Republic. An entire congregation would be sent to attend, led by Grand Moff Shayal representing all of the other Republic attendees as well as being Central Command’s ambassador. Among the Republic attendees would be representatives from the Republic’s two largest shipbuilders - Viskova Drive Yards and the United Shipbuilders Coalition. Eritas, a Republic-born consumer-goods and technology corporation, would also attend. Various planetary Governors would join as the final members, seeking to expand trade into their respective systems. | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | An Evil Rises || Somewhat shocked someone would refer to him using his proper - former - title, he scoffed. “Now that’s a title I haven’t held for a long time.” | |
| The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374 | she turns around and, her looks are almost flawless; with perfect complexity and little makeup. Part of her hair also covered the left side of her face. | |
| The Republic of New Saharia | An Evil Rises || “Pleased to meet you, Mistral. I’m grateful for the kind words, but I have a feeling you’re here for something else.” Despite his resolve, he went slightly red in the face. He looked around, expecting someone to try and flank him. | |
| The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374 | he'd see no one around, yet heard clanking here and there. |
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