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VIXXEN International wrote:The V.I.X.X. Opulence Luxury Space Resort & Yacht!

Those arriving at the Free Trade Zone could tell that festivities were already in full swing. Aerial light shows, nuclear detonations in space, and massive holographic billboards were dedicated to inspire a sensational awe in visitors. Vulpine luxury ships, space resorts, parks, viewing areas, were completely rinsed with celebration. Even those abroad in branch offices and trade fleets were in on it. From the bottom line to the halls of power, the Vulpine nation was in a week of rest and relaxation. It was, as expected, no unlike the Roaring Twenties more than a millennia ago. With dazzling lights in gold-ivory halls - where only the most expensive champagne was poured in the most luxurious crystal glasses - the roaring music of live bands send crowds into a euphoric frenzy in the ballrooms and bars. The more refined preferring to relax in the lap of pure elegance in nuclear viewing dinner parties or conducting friendly business in cabarets. Of course, the crème de la crème of them all was the Opulence, Luxury Space Resort & Yacht.

A beauty of masterwork engineering and artistic creation, the Opulence is a fifty kilometer long mega-structure that acts as a luxury resort, casino, national park, arms fair, yacht, etc. Nicknamed as the 'Last Wonder of the Known Galaxy'. No expense was spared into it's creation with the trademark affluent VIXXEN style of gold-trimmings and heavy geometric design brought to the forefront of the ship's overt wealth. It was, as many who visited have stated, the one-all-be-all sign of opulence. In the lower levels of the resort, hosting massive ball rooms with 24/7 bar and food staff but also dozens upon dozens of separate rooms for private and public events. Ranging from an official arms fair to business negotiations. The upper levels host wide viewing areas, usually having either a restaurant, bar, or cabaret club attached. Many of the more important officials, such as CEOs and foreign government representatives, are here as well. With their own separate luxury suites - including a private lounge, garden, bar, and full in-door swimming pools and spas. Of course, Large green spaces and private gardens are scattered throughout the yacht's many residential rooms. The deck level of the resort is usually reserved for in-door sports, such as tennis or golf, but also host to a wide array of storefront promenades and recreational businesses such as theaters. The massive dinning/ball room of the deck level is reserved for VIXXEN-only dinner parties, charity events, and other events of high importance.

As such, the resort's security is top notch. Outfitted with a massive security detail including a naval fleet, overlapping camera view zones, and semi-independent security rooms with included armories. Furthermore, VIXXEN's black market agreement and multinational protection, putting the 'free' in Free Trade Zone, keeps most troublemakers of any kind out. Droid-like guards, with a slight Vulpine resemblance, are replaced with VIXXEN's newest model of biosynthetic robots. Thankfully, their armbands - which denotes them as AI - keeps confusion at a minimum to real Vulpines.

The government and corporate officials who arrive are escorted by fleet security and are designated to land on a separate docking bay. The inside, naturally, looked more like a lobby of a hotel than it's intention. The marble flooring and gold trims giving it away. They are then by lead by Cyberfoxxes through a long hallway which connected to a set of large mahogany double doors. Inside was a massive semi-formal dinner party, where tables of foods and drinks piled up like a gluttonous treasure trove. A large bar was also included to the right of the party, with rows and rows of alcoholic toxins. A lounge like subset also allowed people to strike up conversation in comfort. The room was circular in shape with tall windows giving a view into a slice of spacefaring ships and planets. The centerpiece was a spiral chandelier of cascading glass and gleaming light. Dozens of allied and rivaling corporate brass were there - legitimate businessmen and black market players, vulpine and alien, old and young; all were present here - intermingling. Weaving alliances, selling visions, spreading lies and truth, networking, and thanking their VIXXEN hosts. The representatives were, naturally, told to enjoy themselves and that if they needed anything they would simply need to ask any VIXXEN waiter or - specifically - the bartender.

Blackthorne wasn't particularly difficult to find. He sat alongside a handful or so colleagues - those who sat on the Corporate Board - and was in friendly conversation with them. The fox was relaxed in his seat, his cigar in one hand and another lighting it as he listens to jovial stories about good times past. His double-breasted tuxedo was black as space; with his bowtie, cummerbund, and handkerchief a matching amber orange. Shirt and jacket buttons a shimmering gold. Cuff-links whole amber stones. Shoes mirror polished to perfection. Of course, we wore a simple diamond ring on his right hand stacked below a signet ring.

Respite from the trip

When Seoc Crannach was able to finally sit down, he looked at a star chart of Crannach Pact camps all spread out the system where he and his men were attacked outside the free trade zone, all are seemingly uninhabited planets with hostile wildlife, which would be perfect cover for raids against future colonists, and for that, he set up bounties for the local Crannach Pact ringleaders of the camps for 10,000 credits dead or alive, along with 1,000 for the Crannach Pact grunts dead or alive since this system is beyond the G.U.V.C.B.H.G’s jurisdiction describing the grunts will be wearing black helmets with red bandanas wrapped around said helmets with the local ringleaders the same but with purple bandana instead, also, he starts to go to the arms fair to see what their weapons can do.

I terran i

The Heliarchy of Rykil

The Heliarchy - Colonization IV
Colony ships escorted with military fleets arrive at uncharted worlds, touching down and bulging outwards with pre-fabricated buildings. Construction vehicles and drones release themselves from inside and outside of the vessels, setting up the pre-planned and Supercomputer-calculated foundations for Ryk civilization. Ryks huddle in eager preparation. Then, they too are released to begin work and inhabitance. The planets colonized are claimed for the Heliarchy.

The fourth phase of this colonization period has claimed 50 Planets and 50 Moons.

I terran i

The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Expansion II - August

The fleets had been prepared, and they took off. Reconnaissance ships and probe drones would be sent into the systems in question first to gather intel. More ships would be relegated to fleets tasked with defeating advanced enemies while primitive worlds would only receive a couple. These fleets enter the systems of their targets, and the battle begins.

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

Swiftly, Ellecon retrieves his pistol and plugs the tripod-like machine with two well-placed shots, barely diverting his attention from Mistral in doing so. In all honesty, Ellecon was paying little attention as his own rage began to simmer.

“Who..?”

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

New Saharia wrote:An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

Swiftly, Ellecon retrieves his pistol and plugs the tripod-like machine with two well-placed shots, barely diverting his attention from Mistral in doing so. In all honesty, Ellecon was paying little attention as his own rage began to simmer.

“Who..?”

Mistral walks over to the tripod and kneels down to it, stroking it in a strange manner while it was writhing around, sparking.
"And, I'd knew what'd I have been missing. He ideals have my life meaning. Ideals, Ellecon. What are yours, truly?"
based off the tone alone, she's asking this question genuinely.

New Saharia and I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

Miffed that she would ask such an open-ended question, Ellecon couldn’t help but refuse to take her seriously.

“I’ve written several books on that very subject. They’re public domain; you should check them out some time.”

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

New Saharia wrote:An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

Miffed that she would ask such an open-ended question, Ellecon couldn’t help but refuse to take her seriously.

“I’ve written several books on that very subject. They’re public domain; you should check them out some time.”

"Hm... Still stubborn on those flimsy beliefs?"
she stands up, holding two of the tripods arms. Then she stamps on the third one and yanks off the ones she's holding, the tripod now squeaking and writhing around a lot more. She stamps the main body again and it even screams before she smashes it to pieces effortlessly.
"No wonder Sam was sent to kill you. Your oppression of the people's beliefs became too much."

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

“I am only the bearer of the people’s will. I act solely through the consent of the governed, regardless of whether or not that coincides with my own beliefs. And yet, despite that, they have asked me to protect our nation from the likes of you. Surely you can see the irony in that - you posthuman scum, antithesis of democracy. Every posthuman I have met was as evil and dangerous as I warned they would be.”

He paced to the side. “I need not argue with the likes of you. You’ll only continue to prove what I have said.”

I terran i



The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

New Saharia wrote:An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

“I am only the bearer of the people’s will. I act solely through the consent of the governed, regardless of whether or not that coincides with my own beliefs. And yet, despite that, they have asked me to protect our nation from the likes of you. Surely you can see the irony in that - you posthuman scum, antithesis of democracy. Every posthuman I have met was as evil and dangerous as I warned they would be.”

He paced to the side. “I need not argue with the likes of you. You’ll only continue to prove what I have said.”

"And you continue to stomp on others who do not agree? Shunning those who did not have that choice? So naive."
she's suddenly swarmed by tripods, and all of them rip their own arms off and attach them to the thing around her neck. Once all is said and done, she has 8 total pairs of arms now, and a polearm made of those same arms. She smirks maliciously as her exposed eye glows red. She then gestures for him to approach.
"Kaniita, koniri du matépi."

https://youtu.be/h-rj8HVW3PQ

Lounarei and I terran i

The Boundary of Sovereignty of Judahite

Idyllic Bloom: Expansion I

Sunflower Arrays in the Veno System have finally advanced to the stage of receiving old cosmic details in the form of cosmic background waves, another piece to the puzzle of understanding the fine laws of the universe and its tricky boundaries. More material resources are being devoted to the collection of raw information - with a Chemical counterpart to Digital storage enabling the creation of Library nodes which will aid the collective intelligence of the Chrysanthemum which now nears a new stage of evolution in regards to the power of micromanagement and Working memory capacity.
The Xenit System will be delegating Expansion efforts to Qyubel, Phylium, and Trilarus, as it instead begins to prioritize a new kind of structure in space which will serve as gargantuan hubs for collection of solar light for transference to other systems or for further infrastructural industrial capacity in the system: Which will be streamlined for nutrient recycling and efficient branching.

The Time has come once more for another step toward the final goal of the Sovereignty - New inter-solar settler ships will be sent westward and eastward to begin a new process of colonial bloom which will now open the possibilities for more dramatic climate and terrain shaping - By using newer strains of Fungi and terraforming micro-organisms to break down harsher environments and extract useful nutrients out of pre-existing formations.

-> + 23 Planets.
-> + 75 Moons.

I terran i

The Heliarchy of Rykil

The Heliarchy - Colonization V
Colony ships escorted with military fleets arrive at uncharted worlds, touching down and bulging outwards with pre-fabricated buildings. Construction vehicles and drones release themselves from inside and outside of the vessels, setting up the pre-planned and Supercomputer-calculated foundations for Ryk civilization. Ryks huddle in eager preparation. Then, they too are released to begin work and inhabitance. The planets colonized are claimed for the Heliarchy.

The fifth and final phase of this colonization period has claimed 50 Planets and 50 Moons.

I terran i

Lounarei

War of the (Ring)Worlds - Viskova, Saharian Republic
New Saharia

It was a quiet afternoon on Viskova, but as fate would have it, it wouldn't seem to stay that way for long. Over the next few minutes, the sound and rumble of some foreign object flaks up against and imbedded into the ringworld's hull. A meteor, likely. Odd mix of dust wafting from the reported crash site. A glittery mix of yellow, cyan, and magenta sparkles and permeates the nearby air. Whatever is over there lying in wait...

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The Thestral Union of FreeAmericanStates

Daeztegon wrote: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!"

The Captain thought for a moment then said "Well then our ship designs do not have much need of boarding torpedos as we have our method of boarding is well prepared all be it more limited and would not risk one of us getting shot before arrival and to change out to boarding torpedos would require a heavy redesign of a ship or a design of a new ship entirely. As our weaponry we prefer using is more based on lasers and railguns. However, the concept of a cluster type of torpedo or a torpedo based upon creating minefields would be of greater use and would warrant the expenditure in designing a ship that would work with that type of weaponry. As for the lascannons I assume they are more closer to mac cannons in terms of shere size and power rather then something that can be equipped on smaller ships?"

I terran i

The Thestral Union of FreeAmericanStates

Ex-Machina 374 wrote:"Alright, now to business."
he pulls out a cigarette out of his back pocket and a lighter.
"Mind if I smoke while we talk?"

Sweet Tooth smiled "Well you can in this room just I would need to do a re filter of the air for the room after and go to medical after the meeting as a percussion. We do however, have smokeless cigarettes only down side with them is they also would make you hungry as well purified to take out all those nasty cancer causing parts of the tobacco in it. However if you want a blunt or a bong I can get you one they don't cause nearly as much clean up."

I terran i

The Thestral Union of FreeAmericanStates

New Saharia wrote:A Neighborly Invasion || FreeAmericanStates

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?”

Corporal Shadow followed paying attention then when he pointed out what that thing is she looked in awe "By Faust. I just wow thank goodness I was not an engineer. I umm how is that possible? Like i get how you hold it in place but how do you get that a star like that? Also aren't you concerned about how dense that must be the shear risk of if the ship is destroyed alongside the reactor wouldn't that risk the formation of a black hole?"

I terran i

The Ashkatan League of Vulstria

VIXXEN International wrote:Reaching around, the bartender puts a large ice ball in the glass. Leaning in closer to whisper to the woman. "Security detail interest you huh? Or is it the gear? Cyberfoxx, biosynthetic robots with advanced AI and built-in cybernetics. Can put up fight better than any normal guard and once you connect them to the surveillance system, well they'll have eyes and ears all over. If you're interested in obtaining them 'legally', well no better place to start than sealing a deal with a VIXXEN provider."

The fox then picks up a bottle of top-shelf bourbon from behind, pouring it into the glass before putting a small napkin beneath it.
"But if you're looking for a... 'off the books' transaction, it's going to cost you another 'drink' to clear up my memory."

The Czagari tilted her head to fully face the bartender, before asking with a glint of interest in her otherwise hollow voice, "I am new to this so forgive my ignorance, but the difference between legally and illegally obtaining these sentinels, beyond cost, is....?"

I terran i

The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Expansion 3 - August

Planet after planet would have had its defenses obliterated. Many had sentient life, but were otherwise too primitive to effectively fight back against the terror that lingered above. Those with access to missiles did manage to down several of the boarding civilian ships, but a double-down on orbital bombardment quickly shattered the resolve of the defenders. The fleets of the Neighborhood fought through the few fleets which sat around, knowing well that their losses would be compensated in a short period of time. It was this confidence that broke the defensive lines of system after system, resigning this part of the galaxy to its fate.

The house-planters and terraformers get to work. The mites rain. The survivors only have a few years left.

+300 planets and 300 moons

I terran i

The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Development

The Neighborhood's newly acquired planets had just begun the process of occupation and transformation. Therefore, in order to make the most out of this time of infancy, the building of each planet's industrial foundations begins. It is this construction that will be a launchpoint for further transformation later down the line. The first neighbors touch down and are quickly set to work!

+.1 dev, netting 1.3

I terran i

The Corporate Board of VIXXEN International

Vulstria wrote:The Czagari tilted her head to fully face the bartender, before asking with a glint of interest in her otherwise hollow voice, "I am new to this so forgive my ignorance, but the difference between legally and illegally obtaining these sentinels, beyond cost, is....?"

The fox gave her a mischievous grin, flicking his right ear playfully. "Well wouldn't you like to know. It's quite a simple answer: papertrail. Sure, buying straight from VIXXEN is a perfectly acceptable option but galactic politics often gets in the way for 'personal consumption' of their merchandise. It's like buying a gun and then committing a crime - you don't want to leave any papers or footsteps leading back to you... or us."

The bartender then greeted another customer at the bar. Getting them situated with a drink before whispering in his ear with a pat on the shoulder and returning to the woman. Leaning in once more to talk. "Take for example, those Saharians over there," he says while nodding towards the direction of the delegation, "real thorny fellas they are. They find out someone's been hitting them and they'll be sniffing all over you. Once they figure you're using VIXXEN goods, they'll be forced to play ball and lock down your merchandise you paid for. However, you pay via our black market friends and they'll make sure finding out who or what bought anything will be drowned in a see of shell companies, third-party resellers, and missing numbers. You understand what I'm putting down? Absolute autonomy from sniffing rats."

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

FreeAmericanStates wrote:Sweet Tooth smiled "Well you can in this room just I would need to do a re filter of the air for the room after and go to medical after the meeting as a percussion. We do however, have smokeless cigarettes only down side with them is they also would make you hungry as well purified to take out all those nasty cancer causing parts of the tobacco in it. However if you want a blunt or a bong I can get you one they don't cause nearly as much clean up."

he simply puts his cigar away, as well as the lighter.
"I can go without it for a while. Now, can you tell me about your society and what not? Afterwards I can tell you about mine."

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

War of the Worlds || Lounarei

Such an event would come as quite a shock to Viskova’s Command & Control. Such an object would’ve easily been shot down - or at least detected until now. Thousands of meters above the planet’s surface in Edekar’s Northern Spire, Viskova High Command is trying to uncover what just happened…

“Commander, an unidentified object has just struck the outer-hull of quadrant-4… Grid coordinates, 678-014. About the size of a comet. Sensors show a hull-breach.”

The commander turns to the young officer. “Dispatch an engineering crew - and start running a full diagnostic of the ring’s defense system. I want to know why we didn’t pick it up until now… Any dead or injured?”

The young man shakes his head. “Not yet, Sir. Those coordinates lie within an unmanned section. Viskova’s automatic forcefields are in place, and the atmosphere is intact.”

The automatic forcefields were surprisingly not set-up by the Saharians. The ringworld itself has a mind of its own, and seemingly reacted to the damage of its own accord…

---

Seven men in pressure-suits walked along the wide corridor, tools and equipment in-hand. This world-spanning hallway-like structure was at least ten stories high, connected to the rest of Viskova by a series of repeating blast-doors and entryways. It seemed as if this was previously some channelway used by ships to enter into the undercity - but now lay abandoned and eerily quiet…

There it was, they could see it now. A hunk of twisted metal seeming to have burst from the outside. A startling concept, seeing as Viskova’s outer ‘skin’ was fifty meters thick. They approached cautiously, setting up anchors and tethers in the case that the area should depressurize and launch them into space…

Lounarei and I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

“You go through all this trouble… come to the heart of the Republic, drag me out of my tower, proclaim to have killed my countrymen, and bring me to stand before you… and you can’t even be bothered to make the first move?”

Suddenly lunging forward, he brought his lightsaber down upon Mistral from above while firing his pistol at her…

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

New Saharia wrote:An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

“You go through all this trouble… come to the heart of the Republic, drag me out of my tower, proclaim to have killed my countrymen, and bring me to stand before you… and you can’t even be bothered to make the first move?”

Suddenly lunging forward, he brought his lightsaber down upon Mistral from above while firing his pistol at her…

she blocks the blaster shot with one of her spare hands, destroying their usefulness, while blocking the lightsaber with the polearm. She immediately follows that up with a swipe to the knee, all with a seductive smile on her face.

I terran i

Lounarei

New Saharia wrote:War of the Worlds || Lounarei

Such an event would come as quite a shock to Viskova’s Command & Control. Such an object would’ve easily been shot down - or at least detected until now. Thousands of meters above the planet’s surface in Edekar’s Northern Spire, Viskova High Command is trying to uncover what just happened…

“Commander, an unidentified object has just struck the outer-hull of quadrant-4… Grid coordinates, 678-014. About the size of a comet. Sensors show a hull-breach.”

The commander turns to the young officer. “Dispatch an engineering crew - and start running a full diagnostic of the ring’s defense system. I want to know why we didn’t pick it up until now… Any dead or injured?”

The young man shakes his head. “Not yet, Sir. Those coordinates lie within an unmanned section. Viskova’s automatic forcefields are in place, and the atmosphere is intact.”

The automatic forcefields were surprisingly not set-up by the Saharians. The ringworld itself has a mind of its own, and seemingly reacted to the damage of its own accord…

---

Seven men in pressure-suits walked along the wide corridor, tools and equipment in-hand. This world-spanning hallway-like structure was at least ten stories high, connected to the rest of Viskova by a series of repeating blast-doors and entryways. It seemed as if this was previously some channelway used by ships to enter into the undercity - but now lay abandoned and eerily quiet…

There it was, they could see it now. A hunk of twisted metal seeming to have burst from the outside. A startling concept, seeing as Viskova’s outer ‘skin’ was fifty meters thick. They approached cautiously, setting up anchors and tethers in the case that the area should depressurize and launch them into space…

And what an... Alien hunk of metal at that. Seeming almost... Crystaline. Cracks in it’s dull tricoloured surface. Like a large chunk of crystal in fading twisting hues of yellow, cyan, and magenta. A low level glow coming out from the cracks, and the dust of what must been slivers and fragments chunking off on impact littered the area, being softly coated in the weird angeldust like fine sand... Easily about 13 or so feet in radius, loosely oblong and tall. And seeming to react weirdly with communications too. Going near it providing a strange offset of interference. Not enough to mess with the gear to be put to work, but enough to tenderize and warp audio channels... The glow seeming predominantly magenta in those cracks...

Whatever this thing is surely isn’t natural whatsoever, right?

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

War of the Worlds || Lounarei

“--Uh… Command? We’ve got a problem here…--”

Immediately, the engineers report their findings to Command. They explain it as best they could - something truly alien and foreign - anything but natural. The Commander decided to take immediate action to ensure security…

“Send extra power to the communications network. Tell them to hold their position and that a security detail is on the way. Put us to yellow-alert; I’m going to inform Central Command…”

---

The engineers simply stood around not making any sudden moves, watching and reporting on every little thing as much they could through their communicators. Thanks to the Ringworld’s potent transportation network, a detachment of fifteen Republic troopers - one whole Section - arrived on-scene. One of the bay doors off to the side opened, and they flooded in and took positions. The section-leader reassured the engineers once he caught sight of them.

“--We’ve got your back. Just do what you gotta do.--”

Lounarei and I terran i

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