Imperium Galactica - Book One
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Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Do you want it to be for you though...
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(Well, it wouldn't make sense if a merchant vessel knew the location of Lunton if it was my station you spoke of.)
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
There are other stations in the galaxy, its a big place. But I ask again, would you want that interaction that would come from this?
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(Probably not since, A. Multiple Galactic Navy fleets have been stationed at Lunton, and B. I've got some Herpes Corp business.)
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Well a single crusade fleet could have anywhere from a few dozen ships to well over a thousand depending on how much output its world can maintain. But who knows, maybe the interaction could be fun...
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(Wait, didn't you say the Crusade Fleet of this Lord-Admiral was damaged and low on numbers?)
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
That was a different one. This one has a total of around six hundred ships. It is from one of the core human worlds and so has a lot of support.
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Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(Depends, do YOU want to attack ME?)
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Though if you wanted I could send that one instead.
It could be a learning experience for our two peoples.
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(I'm a firin' ma laser beam!)
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Why not, let's do it.
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
(We might need the M.S.T.P. for this, just in case.)
Spicy Serious
Divinely Devilish
Bridge of the Clash
"We have a response Captain." Before Dellin could respond in any form the Coms officer had already put the line through. The Coronis's posture straightened slightly as a holographic screen was projected into the air in front of him.
"Greetings, I am Admiral Kasparar Forozov, commander of the Revenant." Dellin quickly took in the man. To see the Coronis would be as if you saw almost any other, His main body seemed to be made of steel. Wires exposed where joints would be on a human and metal fingers that seemed to end in claws. The most in-human feature being the head, which looked to be various camera's on a metal shell in a vague shape of a head.
In in fact the only thing setting this Coronis apart from others around him is the red stripe running across his chest.
"I return your greeting Admiral. I am Dellin, captain of The Clash. We are responding to your distress beacon." His voice gave no emotion as he talked. Dispite avidly speaking with his hands.
"We are currently conducting a thorough scan of the surrounding area." He leaned forward slightly in his seat. "How may we assist you today?"
Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
Bridge of the Revenant
Forozov furrowed his brows before nodding. They had surely come because of the distress beacon.
"We have the situation under control here, and we appreciate the envoy. On behalf of my lord Vallor Voracius, I offer the greatest thanks of the Kefalonian Empire."
He sighed and took a sip of tea. "We do have some photos of a captured specimen that we will send over to you, to see if perhaps you can identify their origin. They are making their rounds now."
The Coronis ship would immediately be beamed a few digital images of the odd spheroid mechanical being that was being held in the cargo space of the Kefalonian ship.
"We have found several hundred like these, but not a live specimen."
@Serious Face
Spicy Serious
Divinely Devilish
Bridge of the Clash
A small wave of chatter could be heard in the background as officers began looking at the images. Dellin shot them a quick...look that probably was a glare. The captain silently stood up and moved to a nearby screen.
He quickly skimmed the images and got back to the hologram, he didn't want to keep the admiral waiting. Though he remained standing.
"Unfortunately I do not recognize these." Dellin glanced around the room. From just what he could hear nobody else knew either.
An idea struck the A.I"Have you attempted to salvage the programing of these machines? Perhaps from there we could trace them."
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@Shireling
Pat
Three Thousand Club
Arcadia, Hermes Corporation
Chief Executive Officer's Quarters
Philp paused for a moment, as if waiting for something. He begins after several seconds pass. "Y-"
"Got it."
Interrupted a feminine voice. Ace began thinking of giving her a raise as he returned his attention to the good Admiral. "A few engineers are on the way in a quickship, but you could speed it all up by opening a Jump Gate. By the by, I'm calling dibs on whatever your meat-hunks didn't smash to bits."
He shifts over and makes a move to cut the connection, stopping just short, he adds one more stipulation before vanishing, almost as if an afterthought. "Send a gift basket back with the boys. If I'm not chewing on home-made cookies like Grandma used to make this embarrassment'll be on the Galactic News before you can say Hermes."
Arcadia, Hermes Corporation
H.C.S. Pan, Docking Station A4
Eli Sodessa was little more than a tribal before he joined the Hermes Corporation. Growing up on Athens, he saw an experiment of democracy turn to totalitarianism and totalitarianism to anarchy before reaching pubescence. When the Droptroopers sent to wipe the slate clean noticed he was able to enlist the protection of remnant Hermes hardware left on the surface by clever reprogramming- well, it was only a matter of time until Knox came knocking.
Only just recently roused from his slumber by Satyrs and shoved into the Pan alongside a variety of other colleagues, the ship positioned itself next to a Jump Gate, as the crew was briefed. Afterwards, they waited to see if the Admiral was bothered enough by the incident to hasten the process and facilitate instantaneous and risk-free transport.
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
Naval Base Lunton, Command Centre
United Systems Territory
The Admiral rotated his person to another officer after the communications link between the corporations CEO and himself had been severed.
"Harbourmaster, engage the Warp Gate and prepare for incoming Hermes assets. We're about to have some company."
The Harbourmaster had done what had been requested of him. The Naval Base's Warp Gate came to life minutes after the complex procedure had been carried out. All they had to do was wait for their 'friends' to arrive.
"Advisory Lieutenant Knocks, send the Millennium out to escort the officials with a Squad of Marines. I don't want Hermes biting me in the arse if there's any functioning combat hardware that gets these Engineers killed."
@Pat
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KAmber
Reverse Grip Apologist
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Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
Bridge of the Revenant
"We've had our engineers looking at them for days, and they're just strange. First off, the hardware is almost all alavuntium-and-vanor based. I mean, of course, indium and gold based. Gold is common enough, but not necessarily a great conductor. Meanwhile, indium is one of the rarest elements in the cosmos. Our race stopped using indium in supercomputers almost a millennia ago because there just wasn't enough of it. Whoever built these machines built them at an exorbant cost, presumably."
He sipped tea.
"But then, when we finally were able to link the hardware up to our system, the software is all wrong. It doesn't use binary like human systems, or our quaternary system for simple computing. It's sure as space is black not a quantum computing model, and its certainly not a chemical computer. From what we could tell, the programming doesn't have any logic gates or any such software structures. It's almost as if it operates on hard-coded directives, like a positronic brain, but it's certainly not positronic. It's an enigma to us, to be sure."
Forozov stroked his beard before scratching an itchy part of his neck and taking another sip of coffee.
"We just can't pin down an origin for these things. Furthermore, we have no idea where someone could build a factory to manufacture these things and it go unnoticed. Something just doesn't add up here."
@Serious Face
Spicy Serious
Divinely Devilish
Bridge of the Clash
Captain Dellin sat quietly for a minuet. Running through his knowledge of computers. If this were any other situation with anyone else he would've been tempted to call them out on such a story. It simply didn't make any sense.
"I...have no clue. These machines make little sense with what I know." He trailed off, mind busy with thoughts of the other organizations in the galaxy.
"Admiral, with you're permission I'd like to aquire some of these drones. With their structure most computers, even the core could be useless." He shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with admitting that."But the drones themselves would be of great interest to the Collective."
"We would be glad to share any findings we may have." He didn't expect research to turn up anything new, but they'd have his head if he didn't at least try to collect as much data as possible.
@Shireling
Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
Bridge of the Revenant
"Very well." Forozov said, waving his hand dismissively. "Feel free to collect as many specimens as you like, there are quite a few damaged units floating around in orbit."
He folded his arms, then smiled earnestly in the way only military men can. "Your help is most appreciated, our people salute you."
The feed ended uncerimoniously.
Construction Matrix 93248152 Subprime
Unknown Location, Intergalactic Space
Laughter pierced the dark halls of the Matrix, well, not laughter but something akin to it. It was melodic, but devoid of meaning or feeling. An empty tune in the bottom of the cosmic bucket resonating for eons.
M could swear that he could hear it. He swore that his auditory capacities were being assaulted by something. Something! Not the low droning of the factories below his feet, churning out drones and parts. No... It was mirth! Mirth in that unfathomable chasm, in that tomb beyond centuries. M stood with his hands on the two tall crystalline spires that rose from the floor of the Control Room Terminal. Every move of his ionized palms could be read by the computer as an imperative command, whole species destroyed with the flick of a wrist. Power such as this promoted something M could not imagine: insanity. It was a disease, and all diseases had been destroyed long ago. At least, that's what M used to believe. Now he thought perhaps insanity was always with us, the price of intelligence. It scared him...
The Construction Matrix plodded on. It was reaching its destination, and already the fleets of drone frigates needed to engage the natives were being released from their ten thousand year slumber, unthethered from the gargantuan mothership and allowed to swim the inky blackness next to the cold, unfeeling womb from whence they had come.
Observational Outpost
Somewhere in Hermes Territory
It registered here first, the angle was odd. The approach of an object as massive as giant planet, at first presumed to be an orphan planet hiding in the cold dark of intergalactic space, but the grey mass changed directions suddenly four hours after it appeared on scanners. The Object appeared to be on a course for the Galactic Core.
@Pat@Serious Face
Spicy Serious
Divinely Devilish
Bridge of the Clash
The captain barely had time to nod before the feed cut off. Dellin turned to a nearby officer. "Report." The Coronis barely looked up from the screen in front of them. "The probes the Admiral described are indeed everywhere. It won't be hard to pick up a good many of them." They taped on the screen, pulling up a window. "That report will be ready for you before we return to Collective space."
A small nod was the only response given to him directly. "All of you heard the Admiral." He called out. "Scans will continue while we collect samples of these drones. Then we return to Coronis space."
A new wave of activity flowed through the ship as this was relayed to the The Ironwall and Coronis began to capture the drifting space-junk.
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@Shireling
Grammatic
Knight of Nevermore
Location-Tella Void Fortress
The void fortress was the largest construct within the Tellian military. It wasn't even really a full structure, but a military mind had found a rather large asteroid, slapped some guns and engines on the things, and suddenly he had a slow moving, but mobile battle station. The newly termed void fortress now served as the flagship of the massive armada forming on the border of Tellian territory. By decree of the High Lord himself, five separate crusade fleets in the area had been transferred to the sector with all haste. Nearly four thousand warships floated in space around the fortress, whilst the five Lord-Admirals held conference within the main hall.
Lord-Admiral Opal was rather short for a Kreg. He stood around eleven feet tall, his black skin gleamed in the flickering lights of the entry hall, as his eyes tracked all the movement in the room. Gathered around a table, four other figures, all wearing the white and red uniforms of their position, bickered over numerous issues, whilst a holographic image of the approaching construct spun in the air. Rising to his feet from where he had been crouched, Opal walked forward, all other conversation dying as the senior Lord-Admiral began to speak.
"The High Lord has sent word. We will meet the construct here, and if it does not turn back, we are to turn it to dust. To ensure we have enough firepower, the High Lord has sent word to twelve other crusade fleets within the vicinity. Within a few hours, another five thousand ships will arrive. Should this battle last much longer, a fleet of fifteen thousand ships will arrive over the course of a few days." Around the room, the waiting clerks and scribes began to murmur amongst themselves. The sheer number of ships being mustered in a single place was almost unheard of, the last time such a force had been mustered, the fleet had conquered the entire western sector of their empire. If that many ships, and likely more, were being readied for a single objective, then no force could hope to stand against them...
The void fortress was the largest construct within the Tellian military. It wasn't even really a full structure, but a military mind had found a rather large asteroid, slapped some guns and engines on the things, and suddenly he had a slow moving, but mobile battle station. The newly termed void fortress now served as the flagship of the massive armada forming on the border of Tellian territory. By decree of the High Lord himself, five separate crusade fleets in the area had been transferred to the sector with all haste. Nearly four thousand warships floated in space around the fortress, whilst the five Lord-Admirals held conference within the main hall.
Lord-Admiral Opal was rather short for a Kreg. He stood around eleven feet tall, his black skin gleamed in the flickering lights of the entry hall, as his eyes tracked all the movement in the room. Gathered around a table, four other figures, all wearing the white and red uniforms of their position, bickered over numerous issues, whilst a holographic image of the approaching construct spun in the air. Rising to his feet from where he had been crouched, Opal walked forward, all other conversation dying as the senior Lord-Admiral began to speak.
"The High Lord has sent word. We will meet the construct here, and if it does not turn back, we are to turn it to dust. To ensure we have enough firepower, the High Lord has sent word to twelve other crusade fleets within the vicinity. Within a few hours, another five thousand ships will arrive. Should this battle last much longer, a fleet of fifteen thousand ships will arrive over the course of a few days." Around the room, the waiting clerks and scribes began to murmur amongst themselves. The sheer number of ships being mustered in a single place was almost unheard of, the last time such a force had been mustered, the fleet had conquered the entire western sector of their empire. If that many ships, and likely more, were being readied for a single objective, then no force could hope to stand against them...
Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
Construction Matrix 93248152 Subprime
Unknown Location, Nearing the Hermes Corporate State Border
"Overseer," a round droid rolled out from the wall of the hallway and extended it's small metallic legs, it's optical sensors rising like a periscope as it plodded along beside M, who was pacing the floor in the hallway just outside the Control Terminal.
"Yes?" M said, barely listening to the droid as it struggled with it's tiny legs to keep pace.
"Overseer, we have detected a fleet amassing near the center of the galaxy. It seems the natives are aware of our presence."
"How large?"
"Several thousand warships, the largest about thirty kilometers. They should be no trouble for the combined firepower of the Matrix's defenses and our escorts."
"Then why trouble me with this, tiny one?" M said with an air of annoyance.
The robot seemed to show some fear, somewhere in the depths of his mechanical soul. "Well, the inhabitants are much more organized than we anticipated. What if they discover the station's strategic weakness?"
"They won't." M said confidently. He sighed to himself. Perhaps they would... But, it had never happened before... Lots of things had never happened before.
Unknown Location, Nearing the Hermes Corporate State Border
"Overseer," a round droid rolled out from the wall of the hallway and extended it's small metallic legs, it's optical sensors rising like a periscope as it plodded along beside M, who was pacing the floor in the hallway just outside the Control Terminal.
"Yes?" M said, barely listening to the droid as it struggled with it's tiny legs to keep pace.
"Overseer, we have detected a fleet amassing near the center of the galaxy. It seems the natives are aware of our presence."
"How large?"
"Several thousand warships, the largest about thirty kilometers. They should be no trouble for the combined firepower of the Matrix's defenses and our escorts."
"Then why trouble me with this, tiny one?" M said with an air of annoyance.
The robot seemed to show some fear, somewhere in the depths of his mechanical soul. "Well, the inhabitants are much more organized than we anticipated. What if they discover the station's strategic weakness?"
"They won't." M said confidently. He sighed to himself. Perhaps they would... But, it had never happened before... Lots of things had never happened before.
