Interstellar Empires Reborn IC

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

It is unknown when humanity left its own star in flocks to colonize other worlds but it is known they where a fractured people, some even say they left out of necessity, that their world was dying and that leaving was the only choice but who knows?
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What is known is that humanity has spread itself across the stars, some adapting in strange ways, becoming an offshoot of humans. Some made contact with intelligent life and worked together to better both civilizations. ​

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Of course the other intelligent life in the universe cannot take a back seat. There are thousands of lifeforms in the known and unknown universe. Their empires are not to different to human empires, after all, they are just trying to survive.​

But while survival is important, the wider galaxy beckons. What wonders lie in wait for empires willing to explore the unknown? But while the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. Fortune favors the brave.

Now it is your turn to strike out your own story, to carve the legacy of your empire onto the stars.
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doodleSM Karcen Petroshka Pat KnightSergeant (you guys are approved, so you may post here, post a faction intro then interact with other factions)

 

[Petroshka]

Apocrypha's Light​

The planet of Apocrypha's light was in a buzz as usual with a constant flurry of ships going in and out of the planet, trade ships, civilian cruisers, etc. However the one which caught everyone's attention was the Requiem class Super Carrier which came back into real space, it was alone which was unusual for a ship like it. Every civilian ship made way for the massive military ship and awed at it as they passed by, it flew into orbit of one of the space docks to either unload its cargo or to do an emergency refilling of supplies as it was unusual for military ships to come to Apocrypha's light to do just that.

Inside the Carrier was none other than First Strageos Heva'Latre, who walked out of one of the many large hanger bays connected to the space dock, he was accompanied by two other Hydran troopers and they made their way to the space elevator to get down to the surface. he had to talk to the Mother Reverend soon, normally if this was an emergency he wouldve taken a shuttle straight to her but this wasnt something to require that amount of disruption to the general populace of the captial. The Mother Reverend wouldve berated him endlessly if he did too, and he especially didnt want that as his position was too important to be risked by angering the most important person in the entire imperium.

Once he got to the temple everyone made way for him recognizing him and the other hydra to his side as imperial soldiers and him as one of the head honchos of the imperial military. Making his way inside he spotted the Mother who was currently giving her blessings towards civilians, first his guards bowed down to listen and he followed suit waiting until the prayers were done.

When the prayers were done and everyone had vacated the area it was time for talking.
"Mother, our scouts have spotted a civilization on one of the arms, north in the galactic map."
"and? have we made contact?"
"no we have yet to do so the scouts have reported that they are quite advanced and developed"
"hm, why havent we? you know tradition calls for peaceful relations with every new comer we meet."
One of Heva'Latre's heads looked up at the ceiling of the temple/cathedral. "I have a hunch they wont be very willing to join us, and more of one that they will be hostile to us."
All of Valis'Tura's eyes narrowed at the well trusted Heva'Latre. "if they are we will only fight if they show first signs of hostilities, it would take time for them to get to any military installations and even then they will still miss a few yes?"
All of his heads nodded to her suggestions. "i suppose so."

Sagittarius Arm
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When Cavira finally got the confirmation to make first contact she was practically jumping with all three feet, finally she could go, no more of this political worrying. She ran to her co-pilot to give hi mthe good news.
"Bachir! we're good to go!"
"wh- that was fast."
"come on!"
The pair rain to the cock pit and engaged their FTL drives, the rush of adrenaline of meeting a new people was what they lived for as the drive slowly went into hyperspace, the stars visible to them started to become lines of light as the Drive calculated the proper coordinates to reach the outer edge of the closest system that they saw activity in, hopefully they were peaceful, neutral at best.
Shireling

 

[Shireling]

Pollinos System, Sagittarius Arm
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When Cavira and her crew arrived from their FTL jump, they emerged 12 kilometers away from a warzone. A large ship ringed by a few fighters were trading shots with a few obviously unaligned smaller capitals. The ship itself was reminiscent of a medieval longsword. The main fuselage, a silver-coloured, relatively thin section of the ship, jutted out a good ways into space, terminating in a point which was ringed by a cylindrical construct of small AA guns pouring blue ion streaks into the vacuum. Following the fuselage back the ship grew thicker until it came to a "hilt" formed of a wider vertical construct onto which were attached the auxiliary thrusters and the obviously-visible larger main cannons. Behind this "hilt", the short "handle" terminated in the primary thruster clusters and rear cannons. The ship was an impressive specimen, and it was surrounded by small squadrons of fighters with a similar but miniaturized design.

The ships they were engaging, however, were human in design---most likely mercenary ships or pirates. As their ship stabilized from the jump, one of the human capital ships exploded in a hail of fire and ionic sparks that was quickly extinguished by the void as the cannons from the alien capital ship broke their shields and hit their weakened reactor core sector directly. The other human capital quickened its pace, but seemed to be crippled either out of fuel for a jump or the FTL drives were down.

Cavira then was notified that the alien vessel had scanned their ship and their weapons systems, and were hailing them. Patching the hail through, they were greeted with the image of the commander of the large alien capital ship, which introduced itself in her language. The figure was a tall, thin humanoid creature dressed in a black suit reminiscent of command fatigues and no hat. He was pale and hairless, and had two sets of arms. The larger set of arms came down from the shoulder and were crossed above the waist. The smaller set came out from below the larger and his three-digited hands were steepled pensively in front of his torso. The head was vaguely human shaped, but with a slighter nose and two sets of eyes that blinked in unison. The commander had a strong, masculine jaw and auburn eyes.

"Greetings," said the alien, "I am Captain Kovarov of the HMS Ollisov, and a representative of the Kefalonian Trade Empire. We have scanned your weapons systems and detected that you have not scanned us and have not targeted us, thus we will not fire on you. I require that you identify yourself, as you are trespassing, perhaps inadvertently, in Trade Empire space."

Petroshka

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[Petroshka]

Pollinos System, Sagittarius Arm
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When Cavira's little exploration ship entered real space on the outer edge of the solar system she didn't expect to land within what would be in a galactic scale, the middle of a war-zone. The small ship came to a quick stop after it got a better more detailed scan of the solar system and the activities that were happening within it. Cavira had thought that these we civilian ships going about their business but it was very apparent that she was horribly wrong. The two watched as the larger, more elegant looking ship destroyed another one, both pilots looked at each other and in-unison they came to a panicked decision, quickly retreat and abort their mission. But before they could act upon it they were hailed and a live feed of an alien came on their monitors as well as an unknown language being broadcasted to them. Flicking a few switches and pressing a few buttons Bachir the co-pilot recorded the broadcast and he engaged the language translate engine. Being from the imperium was a blessing for communication, so many languages offered different perspectives and takes on communication and the Siguras managed to make and build a algorithmic machine to deceiver and figure out any foreign and unknown languages as to not heavily rely on the other psiconic races too heavily. Although translation errors were present unlike the psionic translators it was still enough to understand the basic intent.

The alien that showed in front of them seemed to be a militarized leader of some sort for their nation, from what the machine could decipher the man is a captain and he hails from a trade empire. The machine couldn't work with any foreign names but the superficial words are easy to determine
"what should we say?" Cavira asked Bachir,
"i dont know, perhaps that we come in peace?" he shrugged to her
"May Ewther guide my words" Cavira prayed before she decided the words in her head
she turned on the ships communications and worked with the machine to turn her words into theirs.
"We hail from The Inar Republic vassal of the Vaycanta Imperium, we are envoys sent to make first contact with a unknown civilization, we request a transcript of your language for further diplomacy as to not encounter any errors that may interfere with our mission of peace."
Cavira's voice would have sounded rough and clicky as her mandibles moved around as she talked into the communicator.
Shireling

 

[Karcen]

Multiple systems, Perseus arm
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A new feed ground was finally reached, long had the great swarm moved through the void of empty space always seeking more of the stellar bodies that nourished them with their heat. They had ran out of stars in the last galaxy like they had the one before that and had set their sights on this one. None of them thought they had caused any harm to them the universe was empty, everything was small to them except for the stars on which they fed, even the largest of the balls of matter were dwarfed by them. Thus after centuries of travel they arrived in this new feeding ground and went to their task. This galaxy was filled to the brim with stars that would nourish them and allow them to replenish their numbers as a great many died in their journey as many had int he journey before that and so on tot he very first in the long forgotten past. They were unaware of the life that might be around them, and how having another massive stellar body might affect the tiny specks of matter that swirled around the only important things in the universe. Those that had the joy of their coming would find that their system gained sun after sun which all merged into one super bright mass, though in space would be far more aware of what had happened, though none would understand what had really happened large creatures had appeared near the stars and descended onto them. This happened to star after star in system after system as the million strong swarm found its feeding ground and was ravenous.

 

[Shireling]

Pollinos System
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"Inar Republic huh? Vaycanta Imperium? Word of your empire's martial prowess and skill far proceeds your material presence." The captain looked off-camera towards one of his subordinates and gave an order. Quickly, a large volume was relayed to the Inar ship over the hyperlink. It was a religious text of some sort roughly a thousand pages long in ebook format.

"Hopefully this sample with serve for your language computer." Said he.

Petroshka

 

[Zaltusinel]

Le Voltyair Monsai
Inaros System - Terraforming World 1A-90342​

{Patching through to Security Protocol}
[System statis: Ready] [Connecting to Station 93: Volus Uni]

"Attention all crew, prepare for flight protocol seven dash one eight nine. Formation Sevi. Protocol beginning in five minutes."

Arrays of cosmic ships lined up at the circular port at the top of Volus Uni, light chassises, Quad wing design with impulse engines tuned for precise speed control. The station floor glimmered in a spotless state, quietly be cleaned almost every one and a half Earth hours. Various Vyrkyr flapped their wings into their massive fighters, inserting their wings into the turret controls. Six energy turrets laid on the peak of the craft, leveling out and peeking over the entire craft's profile just slightly. The wings remained at the back of the craft, extending out the back a whole four meters. The wings glowed slightly, harboring massive amount of sticky flares. Various ports along the top of the wings settled just behind the flare compartments, harboring loads of highly combustible material in a stasis gel. To prevent burning the interceptor. On the sides were two downward facing short wings, allowing the craft to spin at high velocities. Beside the short wings lingered four plasma guns on rotor systems, rocket pods directly behind the guns on both top and bottom. They were controlled by the Vyrkyr tails, mechanical inserts of the craft that input at the bottom of the Vyrkyr pilot armor. The craft is commonly referred to as the Genki.

The cockpits folded over, energizing their crystalline seals with a soft ticking noise. The viewing crystal glass tinted, preventing view of the pilot. Ringing as the sound of water droplets dashing across a lake engulfed the space port hangar, the engines burst in light that most humans would associate with hell fire. The craft turn to the exit above them. Gravity systems suspend themselves, allowing decompression and the Genki Super Platoon to exit in mere seconds. Sharp turning to nose dive to the bottom of Volus Uni, turning again to begin a practice dogfight engagement with defenseless drones. The drones used laser emitters to "tag" the crafts, counting as hits for simulation. As the super platoon approached the drones, they fanned out as pistol fire into a blaze formation. Activating vertical thrusters to "leap" over the drones and flip to face the backside of the drones. Another line of Genki delayed engagement with he drones until they turned around where they fired from behind. Then in mere seconds, the craft begin circular attack patterns, switching with each other as ice skaters until they finished off all of the drones. Reforming column formation, the Genki super platoon piloted to the Carrier ship, Konsi Ni'sire for boarding and refuelment. The Konsi Ni'sire hanged distantly from Volus Uni, just enough to not interfere with the procedures and control with the terraforming devices on the nearby planetoids.

The Konsi Ni'sire represents to diligent super carrier class developed for holding entire air forces, small land-base military infrastructures, and the host of aerial and ground based defense and counter-ops systems that assaults often see. Two other capital ships flew beside the Konsi Ni'sire, one of the battleship variety, and the other circular and constantly rotating. A cruiser of sorts, filled with weaponry and built for area denial.

Berylim Toshi, in his dark cloak and white circular designed upper wear, approached a bright centerpiece at the center of the super carrier. His collar mimicked a sharp disk and folded over six times. Bright blue light danced as crackling ice over his eyes. His wings flapped at the centerpiece, causing a hum of life on the bridge. Holopanels appeared everywhere, shards of crystal lined every two feet apart above the heads of the bridge command. Nyko Toshi reached into the centerpiece, grabbing a metal ring, placing it in a engraving beside him.

A whizzing hurricane of sphere projections appeared on screen, "Greetings Berylim Toshi, are you ready for Operation Night of Fire?" Nyko nodded, reaching his wings back to touch the back of the wall. Pressed in, the wall unleashed a chair for which Nyko flapped into, he moved his hands in orbit around a arbitrary point in space before raising his head for recognition of his bridge crew.

"Vyyi, Seri, Corki, Dosulin, and Mokyr. Do you solemnly divine that your skills shall be placed upon the highest ideal of Voltyair principles?"

Vyyi, purple in scale, azure in wing tissue, spoke softly, "No skill can be divined, but we shall die trying the impossible."

"Good, structure your placements," Nyko removed his attention to officals on screem, "Bonsi Non Hyo, Cosykern Tol. Procedures finalizing, Fleet dash one seven six seeking blessing."

Cosykern paused, "Proceed Nyko, remember the knowledge you already know."

"Yes my wise teacher."

Pollinos System, Sagittarius Arm
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The three capital ships arrive upon the scene of battle in relation to the Kefalonian Trade Empire, spaced just out of the combat. The titanic vessels dwarfed most other ships, Nyko raised up out of his chair by flapping his wings.

"So there are more children of time after all, the teachings of Cosykern only prove the broken heart of the universal sentient mind. Seri brace for colloidal damage, engage Fy'ki protocol. Dosulin set Cephalons for scanning on targets. Corki, ready pilots for combat. We must be ready. I only pray that the Language Cephalon is prepared for translation."

"Sir, Language Cephalon ready for cues."

"All targets appear quite tiny, sir, we are quite larger than they are. Are they tiny lifeforms?"

"Or they like perfectly fitting into spaces."

Nyko smiled, "A likely possibility young one. Wait for hails."
Petroshka Shireling

 

[Warlord Tom]

Del Noks, The Kashai Galactic Legion, north on the Cygnus arm

Diliah sighed. She let herself fall on the ground and looked up into her superior's doubting eyes. "I'm not going. I told you. I don't want to go into the unknown. I'm too young to die."
Her master, a trekeai merchant by the name of Ger'uhk who recently hired her as his assistant, looked at her with clear annoyance. "You're not going to die. It's just another expedition to discover new planets, new recources and maybe even new species the Corporation can use. If we're part of the first expedition, the amount of Tisk Minerals we'll get is unlimited!"
"All you care about is these Tisk minerals. How about your crew's lives?" Diliah stood up and pointed her finger at the merchant. "I will make sure you're held accountable for every single life lost on this expedition of yours!"
"Sure, you do that, as long as you just come with us now!" Ger'uhk slowly started to get annoyed by the conversation. "I didn't know being annoying was one of the Deregh Sin's traits. Either you join us or you're fired, even if it means I have to go through all the trouble of finding a new assistant in such a short time."
Diliah, being part of one of the peaceful branches of the Deregh Sin, realised all too well that she'd have a hard time getting accepted by any other Merchants. "Fine," she said, "I'll pack my stuff."

Ger'uhk's trade vessel was part of a big expedition organised by the Kashai Corporation, counting 50 of the most experienced trade vessels, 5 transport ships with alltogether about 2 million Legionary Foot Soldiers, 17 cruisers and an uncountable amount of fighters. This expedition was meant to go far southwest into the galaxy, in the search of new planets, recources, species or even new factions. Zeth Verguhl, Head of the Kashai Corporation, was not stupid. He knew that there was no way that they would be the only advanced species in the galaxy.



Scritio, The Kashai Galactic Legion, north on the Cygnus arm

Lithk "The Chosen" Qaure laughed as he slowly walked up to the altar. Behind him were 23 Trekeai Legionary Foot Soldiers, chained to each other and guarded by Dereg Kah with plasma rifles. Once he reached the altar, Lithk turned around and spread his arms. "My dear Dereg Kah. These are the last soldiers of the corrupt dictatorship who thought they could defy our rule over this planet. We have taken their weapons. We have taken their bases. We have taken their ships." the soldiers reached the altar, and the Dereg Kah hung them up by their chains while taking out big knives. "We will make them pay for what they did to our people, our religion, and Nature herself! I infiltrated their ranks, worked my way to the top of the corruption. Now I assembled enough money, influence and ships to free us all!"
The Dereg Kah started their offering. Lithk walked down from his altar, smiling as the screams of the Trekeai echoed through the valley and the Dereg Kah bowed down when he walked by them.

 

[Shireling]

The Surface of Pollonis Prime
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The facility was large by kefalonian standards, roughly a mile long and ten stories tall. The Illyosov Yeastworks were the largest industrial facilities on the planet, which cultivated yeast and then synthesized the bacteria into imitation meats that were indistinguishable from the real thing by taste, texture, and nutritional value. Great smokestacks shot plumes of oxygen into the thin, carbon-dioxide atmosphere of the planet, contributing to the slow terraforming that would take place over decades as the frontier world became suitable for kefalonian habitation.

At the current moment, however, it was the site of a gunfight. Captain Enklar Sassarov rested his rifle against his shoulder as his subordinates paced back and forth. They were waiting on orders to storm the facility and slaughter the mercs holed up inside. They were humans, thinking they could make a quick buck raiding the colony in a blitz, overwhelming the local garrisons, and carrying off any valuable tech, scrap, or civilians to be sold on the black market. Unfortunately for them, the HMS Ollisov had stopped by for refueling, caught the merc frigates, and had utterly annihilated the small flotilla leaving the raiding party trapped on Pollonis Prime and easy pickings for the Marines from the Ollisov, of which Sassarov was a part.

A communique crackled over the radio:

"Captain you are cleared to engage. Go heavy and loud."

"Affirmative."

Sassarov slipped his helmet down over his upper eyes and cleared his throat. He gestured to his men and the door as he flicked the safety off his plasma rifle with his lower right hand and shouldered it.

"Breaching!" A soldier shouted, and the metal doors fell in with a thunderous crash.

Aboard the Ollisov
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"First Vaycanta vassals, now we're getting hypercom readings on...three vessels classed interplanetary Scale 3 from..." The yeoman pointed to First Mate Hodius on his display of the galactic map.

"You know what's out that way?"

"Not entirely sure. Naval Intelligence gets hints of a scale 3 civilization. We're talking probably twenty measures tall scaled. All we have really is testimony from human mercs and traders from out that way."

The First Mate nodded, and motioned for the Captain to come down from the comm deck. He excused himself from the holocall with the Inar diplomat and walked back to the sensor nest.

"This better be good, Hodius."

The First Mate pointed at the screen. "Scale 3 ships, warped from here," he pointed, "target here." He pointed on the local scanner to a spot a few thousand kilometers away.

Captain Kovarov blinked with all four eyes. "What do you think they want?"

"Who knows. Could be another bleeding first contact meeting, or it could be an invasion."

The Captain dragged his upper hands across his face in frustration. "This is above my paygrade. I better get considered for the admiralty after this."

When the hulking, planetoid-sized ships arrived, they were immediately hailed by the Kefalonian battleship. The message was much the same as the one to the Inar.

"Unidentified vessels. You are trespassing in the territorial boundaries of the Kefalonian Trade Empire. State your purpose and origin." They too were greeted by the severe, thin, four-eyed form of Captain Kovarov.

Zaltusinel Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Spoiler: Smol ship

The small Inar explorer ship was dwarfed by even the kefalonian ship needless to say the new arrivals, Cavira and Bachir were busy discerning the naming conventions and ironing out the kinks of the language when their signatures appeared.
"uh, Cav, we have new vistors"
Cav looked up from her screen showing the rather interesting language and text of the kefalonians and stared in awe at the sizes of the new ships
"could this be another race?" she looked at Bachir who didnt respond.
"that ship almost appears to be as large as a Requiem class carrier.."
For all they new it could be hostiles who are at war with the Kefalonians but it didnt seem they were reacting with weapons so it could be a coincidence but this may be another first contact.
Shireling Zaltusinel (didnt know what else to put so here ye go, also in a hurry)

 

[Zaltusinel]

Nyko looked upon the translator synthetic to save the day. The synth waited a moment or two before spitting out a somewhat clear translation. He bowed before looking on screen. The Captian would see a purplish, draconian figure standing in elegant dress. His eyes would glow of azure and his wings flapped around him. The entire bridge around him danced in spikes and underground elements.

"Greetings, I am Berylim Nyko of Le Voltyari Monsai. May I extend pleasurable gifts of kindness and wisdom. We come from the Inaros system bearing a mission to locate sentients among the stars. It seems that assistance would be required?"

Multiple bridge personnel scrambled as another ship, much smaller and not like the others catched their attention.

Shireling Petroshka

 

[Shireling]

Pollinos System
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Captain Kovarov paused, then said, "No, the smaller vessel are friendly aliens like yourselves. The larger vessel is a pirate frigate. Her engines are disabled and we are preparing to board her and capture her crew. We have the situation on Pollinos Prime completely under control." He paused and then began again. "It is a pleasure to meet your kind, Berylim Nyko of Le Voltyari Monsai. I regret it was under such circumstances."

Out in space, a final blast from the Ollisov's cannons immobilized the fleeing frigate, and several shuttles departed the Kefalonian warship to presumably capture the surviving crew.

Captain Kovarov then switched the channel back allowing the Inar ship to hear him.

"I propose a meeting on the surface of Pollinos. It is the tradition of the Trade Empire to greet friendly aliens with warm hospitality, and I must rendezvous with my marines who are finishing mopping up the last of this raider force on the ground. I believe it would be most conducive to interstellar diplomacy if we were to meet in person."
Petroshka Zaltusinel

 

[Karcen]

Multiple systems, Perseus arm​

In the depths of space calls went out as ships that had hastily been sent to investigate the appearance of what seemed to be new stars quickly fell silent. When the ships had gotten as close as they could tot he new massive solar bodies beams had erupted and cut through the lightly armored and shielded ships. No one knew what to expect and had sent science and civilian vessels they had never stood a chance against whatever was feeding off the stars. Still some readings had come back these were not stars they were alive and they were rapidly draining the energy of the stars, while it was theorized the speed of the drain was because of how many there were, it mattered little as all over the worlds depended on stars to well have light, heat, food all those things they need. The small systems would send out requests for aid from anyone that would listen as for them it was the end of the world.