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The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

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

Out of everything so far, Mistral had come the closest to sticking something to Ellecon’s deep-seeded values.

Rebellion. Against all odds.

Still on-edge, Ellecon said nothing.

she sighs and takes a few slow steps towards him, moving on from the topic of the AI, looking with almost deep hatred.
"i lost my whole family, EVERYTHING, thanks to you. during your forceful colonizing of my home planet."

I terran i

Daeztegon

Expansion

Although the food situation of the Dominate is now well in hand - with a hundred more agri-worlds having recently been terraformed and added to the nation's index - raw materials are rapidly becoming scarce. Explorator fleets have been sent to uncover new sources of precious metals and other such items, venturing into the darkened void to the galactic south of the nation.

(+100p, +100m)

I terran i

The Corporate Board of VIXXEN International

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.

Jovilor, Unitess, Ex-Machina 374, New Saharia, and 2 othersUltra-anarchy cells, and I terran i

Post self-deleted by Ultra-anarchy cells.

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

That certainly startled him. The Republic had never colonized a world with humans or xenos already on it…

“...what planet do you hail from?”

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The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

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

That certainly startled him. The Republic had never colonized a world with humans or xenos already on it…

“...what planet do you hail from?”

"Shakkirr, but why would it matter to you? I already butchered the f***ers responsible. After that, I realized; I am a killer. And a good one at that."
she takes a a couple more steps slowly towards him.
"I slaughtered tens of thousands, in Saharia. In Lounarei. I'd finally found my calling."

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

Daeztegon wrote:Confused as to the vision, she speaks with Gamma-4 - he has no answers, but suggest she ask the 'holocrons' she had gained from the temple they had first visited. The tech-priest then sends the book up to the destroyer itself, so the rest of the Mechanicus contingent can begin translating; the ship's powerful cogitators should prove sufficient.

after translation, it still doesn't make sense. Just words of gibberish or statements that don't mean anything. However, there are a few sentences that do make sense;
"The brothers Dante and Vergil...

Human and demon alike...

Both sides separated, yearning to come together..."

while studying the holocrons, the sword itself seems to ask to be unsheathed, wanting to feel the fresh air in centuries.

I terran i

The Ashkatan League of Vulstria

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.

The Czagari emissary had refrained from the usual diplomatic clothing-full body armor by the way-and settled on wearing a black and gold dress that nonetheless veiled her grey skin and her face, at least partially, with her lower jaw and mouth being exposed along with the various black tattoos on her grey skin proudly displayed and her luminous yellow eyes managing to pierce through her heavy veil. Her two Asphodelian guards were armed only with their sidearms, as even here their role as bodyguards meant the heavy pistols were necessary, and their frames, clad in thick body armor, would be more than enough if things turned violent. In stark contrast to her kin, the Czagari's Elysian assistant followed her mistress in wearing a dress, albeit less ostentatious as well as lacking a veil, freeing her face to the air even if it were blank. The Czagari did not speak a word as her eyes swept across the room, even as her bodyguards and assistant stared here and there, but she seemed to reserve the most attention upon the biosynthetic guards and appear almost curious about them, despite her lack of visible movement beyond the shifting of her veiled eyes.

I terran i

The Corporate Board of VIXXEN International

Vulstria wrote:The Czagari emissary had refrained from the usual diplomatic clothing-full body armor by the way-and settled on wearing a black and gold dress that nonetheless veiled her grey skin and her face, at least partially, with her lower jaw and mouth being exposed along with the various black tattoos on her grey skin proudly displayed and her luminous yellow eyes managing to pierce through her heavy veil. Her two Asphodelian guards were armed only with their sidearms, as even here their role as bodyguards meant the heavy pistols were necessary, and their frames, clad in thick body armor, would be more than enough if things turned violent. In stark contrast to her kin, the Czagari's Elysian assistant followed her mistress in wearing a dress, albeit less ostentatious as well as lacking a veil, freeing her face to the air even if it were blank. The Czagari did not speak a word as her eyes swept across the room, even as her bodyguards and assistant stared here and there, but she seemed to reserve the most attention upon the biosynthetic guards and appear almost curious about them, despite her lack of visible movement beyond the shifting of her veiled eyes.

Most of the biosynthetic guards were armed to the teeth and donned the standard reactive power armor which many a space-faring nation use. Their friendly, yet often silent, demeanor eased guests and almost blended them to the wallpaper behind their posts. In the room, the Czagari's interest was noticed. She felt the stares of one person and one person only: the bartender. With a bowtie and vest, the vulpine was simply polishing the glasses in silence - often lifting them up into the light to check his work before continuing staring - his slightly amused face told stories of similar events unfolding. The bartender left one polished glass on the bar. As if, knowing from experience, she'll come and strike up conversation.

Blackthorne and his group continued chatting away as old friends usually do. Only once, he glanced at the Czagari and glanced back to the group.

I terran i

The Ashkatan League of Vulstria

VIXXEN International wrote:Most of the biosynthetic guards were armed to the teeth and donned the standard reactive power armor which many a space-faring nation use. Their friendly, yet often silent, demeanor eased guests and almost blended them to the wallpaper behind their posts. In the room, the Czagari's interest was noticed. She felt the stares of one person and one person only: the bartender. With a bowtie and vest, the vulpine was simply polishing the glasses in silence - often lifting them up into the light to check his work before continuing staring - his slightly amused face told stories of similar events unfolding. The bartender left one polished glass on the bar. As if, knowing from experience, she'll come and strike up conversation.

Blackthorne and his group continued chatting away as old friends usually do. Only once, he glanced at the Czagari and glanced back to the group.

The Czagari's head tilted, before her assistant and bodyguards separated into the crows while she continued alone to the bar and silently sat on a stool, idly tapping her fingers on the counter and looking at the assortment of beverages.

I terran i

The Corporate Board of VIXXEN International

Vulstria wrote:The Czagari's head tilted, before her assistant and bodyguards separated into the crows while she continued alone to the bar and silently sat on a stool, idly tapping her fingers on the counter and looking at the assortment of beverages.

The bartender smiles, leaning on the counter with a small nod, "Business or pleasure?"

I terran i

The Ashkatan League of Vulstria

VIXXEN International wrote:The bartender smiles, leaning on the counter with a small nod, "Business or pleasure?"

The Czagari did not react beyond a terse, monosyllabic answer, voice layered with something alien and otherworldly,"Business.", evidently one of the types to be rude to waiters, at least from appearance.

I terran i

The Corporate Board of VIXXEN International

Vulstria wrote:The Czagari did not react beyond a terse, monosyllabic answer, voice layered with something alien and otherworldly,"Business.", evidently one of the types to be rude to waiters, at least from appearance.

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."

I terran i

The Colonies of Unitess

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.

It looked like luck had hit the Unitessan diplomat. He had a liking to interior design, and these decorations were amazing.

After entering the dinner party, he just stood there admiring the work, almost in a trace. He nearly forgot he had a job to do…

I terran i

The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

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.

he spends some time just looking around, admiring the sheer luxury of it all. Sure, a lot of it is impractical and cost too much, but what did Jean care? It wasn't his. He finally decided to hit the bar, mainly because he hadn't eaten recently.

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

The Hammer Falls || New-Order2

Despite nigh-impenetrable resistance, the Grand Army broke the lines of the Solarian fortress-city and brought their artillery within range of the planet’s main shield-generator. Opening up with volley after volley, the generator’s own shields buckled and the deluge of incoming fire obliterated the emitter. As the planet’s shields fell, within moments the Republic had obtained unchallenged space-supremacy.

During the ground battle, Solarian forces had utilized nuclear weapons against their attackers. This devolution of morality would be repaid in full.

From maximum-range, the Saharian Navy brought its main batteries to bear against the remaining Solarian defenses. As the bombardment and continued assault commenced, the Solarian defenders finally decided to surrender, allowing the Republic Army to occupy the city completely unopposed. In total, only five- of the estimated thirty-million Solarian men and women were taken prisoner, with the rest being either wounded or killed in action…

The Republic Army had taken five million casualties, dead or wounded. By far the highest out of any engagement in the Republic’s short yet troubled history. The use of tactical nuclear weapons and the self-destruction of the Solarian bastions were the most catastrophic factors by far. But the Army had won - despite the odds. And came out of it with a one-to-six casualty ratio in their favor.

The some-five-million POWs would be transported to the planet of Ekavira under heavy escort by elements of Keltus’s 11th Flotilla. Once there, they would labor as farmhands under modest conditions until the end of the war. The Solarian General Staff were kept under especially close watch.

Now that the battle was finally over, it was time for the military leadership of the war to discuss what they had learned - and what was to be done next. They met aboard the Invictus yet again to discuss. All four Saharian Admirals as well as Field Marshal Martz would come aboard, a subtle yet clear indication of which of the two branches’ opinions really mattered in the end.

The expression on everyone’s face was a strong mix of relief and exhaustion. This campaign was already beginning to take a toll on them mentally. As always, though, Admiral Varsuk was the first to speak. “Reports from the surface indicate the occupation of the city is going according to plan. We are prepared to begin exfilling the bulk of the Army back to the fleet, Marshal.”

Martz: “Excellent… my forces will need some time to recover and rest. We are in desperate need of equipment and additional supplies. I am unsure if my forces can take on defenses of this scale continuously…”

Indeed that was true, and everyone knew it. The Army did not have the manpower, equipment, or experience to wage constant attacks on the Solarian Union. The surface battle was a clear indication of that.

Keltus, the Admiral of the Flotilla which blockades the Core, offered his point. “The Solarians will fight for every centimeter of ground ferociously. These barbarians are not above nuclear weapons nor anything else to ensure absolute victory. It is safe to assume that if they are willing to do this much this early, I imagine they would rather see their own worlds turn to slag before taken by an enemy. I concur with the Marshal; we can’t continue our original plan.”

Before Varsuk could counter, Kinsaw did so for him. “Fortunately, we shouldn’t have to. Recon is proceeding deep into Solarian territory; we have pinpointed over twenty planets and moons which are ripe for conquering. They possess minimal defenses, and we will have assured space- and air-supremacy, as well as an immense force and numbers advantage.”

The Marshal seemed to shape-up. “Very well. Once we reorganize and receive supplies, we will be prepared.”

Malinth interrupted, realizing something. “This is all well and good - but these planets will require us to divide our forces. If we do so, the Solarians will have more opportunity to pick us apart. We lack any intel on their communications or sensor network - they would be able to drop right on top of us with little warning.”

Varsuk: “Normally you’d be right - but Central Command has been listening. The next shipment of reinforcements and supplies will include assets for constructing a subspace-sensor array, the same ones in use by our own ISA. With it, we will be able to easily track and identify the movements of Solarian ships across all but the furthest-north of their nation. All we need to do is protect it. And, if the Solarians attack it - they will be forced into an engagement with our main forces…”

---

Over the next period, the Republic would launch a planet-hopping campaign against the nearby worlds. Indeed, the Army would be at an incredible advantage. But the Solarians’ mastery of defensive warfare and stubbornness would inflict another million casualties against the Republic. Strangely, the Solarian Navy would remain quiet, something quite worrying to the Saharians…

I terran i

The Republic of New Saharia

An Evil Rises || Ex-Machina 374

Ellecon managed to stop himself from succumbing to anger. Thinking about it, he had never even heard of such a planet - nor any incident of an entire developing colony being destroyed…

“So you’ve come to strike at the source of it all? The Executor himself…”

Ellecon’s blade ignited, the vibrant blue cast against the darkness. “Come. Finish what you’ve started.”

I terran i



The United Cruolian Systems of Ex-Machina 374

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

Ellecon managed to stop himself from succumbing to anger. Thinking about it, he had never even heard of such a planet - nor any incident of an entire developing colony being destroyed…

“So you’ve come to strike at the source of it all? The Executor himself…”

Ellecon’s blade ignited, the vibrant blue cast against the darkness. “Come. Finish what you’ve started.”

she pretty much just ignore what he does and even said.
"To be honest, I find it quite dull."
she slowly takes off her jacket, revealing a skin tight latex suit, showing more detail than it should. Afterwards she seductively takes a couple steps forward.
"My enemies fell like domino, one after another. Not once did I feel threatened. At times, I even envied my prey. At least they had a cause to die for. I was adrift, without challenge, without purpose... And then, I met him."
she holds her hand to her heart, and immediately a tripod jumps out at Ellecon from the left.

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The Heliarchy of Rykil

The Heliarchy - Colonization III
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 third phase of this colonization period has claimed 50 Planets and 50 Moons.

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The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Development

This cycle's progress of industrialization and modernization is simply a continuation of the planetary projects started before. Nothing of note happens, aside from the completion of several "extreme-range" broadcasting static stations to continue the message. The models are prototypes, so their transmission strength can not yet be verified. House-planting and ship-building goes on unimpeded.

+.1 development, netting 1.2.

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The Provisional Government of New-Order2

VIXXEN International wrote:[/i]

the Solarian delegation had little time for enjoyment. they were here to seek out the mercenary groups commonly found in the FTZ, as they have a mission for them, in a move to try to Save the Union.

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The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Expansion I - August

A budding fleet, an isolated reach of space- and a rapid method of propagation.

Conditions were perfect for the Neighborhood to take initiative and launch a campaign before the rest of the galaxy caught wind of their existence. Red-eyes knew well of the outside civilization, the imperfect and disorderly. Their ancestors had grown up as colleagues of the Universal Empire's black operations. With such unpredictability, a shock-and-awe blitz campaign would be the most viable option to have the simulation claw its way up to the galactic standard of power before its isolation would be broken.

Repeating the same strategy as before, several fleets numbering about thirty-thousand craft- supported by a second wave of colonizer, transport, fleet-tender, and terraformer ships would begin to be mobilized for the next rapid-response campaign.

The outside was so dirty. They couldn't miss out on this chance to become civil!

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The Pristine Community of A Perfect Neighborhood

Paradise Programming

The broadcast becomes slightly clearer, and yet not under the label of the UE. The disappearances mound.

SOURCE: UNKNOWN TRANSMITTER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwhz93yC-zk

Static initially fills the ears of those who listen, before the audio is overtaken by the nerve-racking easy listening music. The same female broadcaster from the previous two signals can be heard, her voice still ancient, yet un-natural in how prim and scrubbed it was. She spoke with the same over-enthusiastic gusto and odd grammatical structure.

"There is no shortage of fresh air here. Yes, it is possible!"

Spoken like straight out of the 1950s. The dull but overly-refined female voice belonged to something human, yet was paradoxically disconnected from any authentic human speaking mannerism known today.

"You'd better believe it; progression is splendid! The project is expanding at a satisfactory rate. Don't miss out: it's spectacular!"

The swell of the music characterized by the swoon of the presenter's tone.

"Come be prim and prosperous! The way of life is possible. Be a part of what will become the future way to be. Surely!"

Static and distortion for a brief period, and then.

"You truly ought to be like this. This is the premier way to be! Residency is everything nowadays. Be a good resident, and be a good neighbor! The methods will lead the galaxy very short-[...] low cost of living, and what's more is th-[...] and you will have perfect neighbors- [...] -no disturbances, at all. [...]"

The audio feed cuts after the musical bit ends to a sudden video feed, with a smiling human couple standing on a vivid green front porch next to a sparkling cherry vintage car in front of a two-story pastel blue house with a red roof. The man is in a plaid green suit with a dashing red tie and very conservative brunette haircut. The woman, a curly-haired pregnant blonde is in a matching vintage dress with a pastel pink neckerchief. Their smiles are bright and pristine- every tooth perfect as they entered a typical suburban house.

What isn't pictured is that these two humans had been infested and would transform within a day of the propaganda shoot.

"[...]-this program is perfect for families!"

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The Dominion of Mirpak of Jovilor

VIXXEN International wrote:snip

The Mirpakian delegation sits down to eat at the dinner party, and they talk with the various alien attendees, asking about their places of origin, and their cultures, to gather more information about the galaxy beyond known space.

After they are done, they split up into groups of two in order to see more of the place. Some of them stop by the arms fair to take a look at the weapons, while others enter the various stores.

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The Velrokinate of Kinmoon

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.

The vessel from Kinmoon would arrive, it's single large door opening and depressurizing with a large cloud of smokey-ness. The cloudiness obscured the entrance of whoever was on the ship, but it would soon come to be known that it was Sadakai Quilla, ruler of Kinmoon, and its other territories. The queen wore a simple uniform, which consisted of a black bodysuit, and silvery matellic belt and buckles, with a similarly blocky necklace, bracelets, and anklets. Her eye-catching halo above her head floating above her silently, with a bright blue hue.

She would enter the "party", slowly taking a look around, and getting a feel for the surroundings, and especially for who was there....

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