Laniakea: The Story of Humanity

[adrian_]

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The Laniakea Supercluster
Our Universe​

It's commonly known that our universe is huge, massive, gargantuan... but not only is it large, but it is jam packed full of life, now, in the year CCI, thats 200,001, for those not fluent in roman numerals, has the human race learned to set aside differences, and stop quarrels and learn to help alien races and fauna, humans being the 'oldest' race after all.

Oldest being, the one race that has somehow stopped itself from becoming extinct. Let me turn off the documentary-style tone, amd speak seriously. In the year 173,451 there was a huge war, and with the onset of intergalactic travel, the human race ravaged itself and caused trillions of casualties altogether, this made a call for a centralised government to rule humanity.

Now, after many thousands of years in utter peace, this centralised government, named the Laniakean Alliance of Humanity, shattered when a mass communications blackout occurred in the center of the Laniakea Supercluster, this happened when an unknown alien aggressor invaded the Milky Way galaxy, which could be considered Humanity's capitol, and stopped all communications, practically deafening the entire human race in one fell swoop.

After many human outposts attacked the Milky Way, it was learned that a technocratic race under the guise of a paramilitary corporation invaded humanity from the inside, billions of robotic monstrosities crippled the human race and now own most of that galaxy. In an effort to recreate the Laniakean Alliance, half of humanity pit itself against eachother to gain enough fame, notoriety, and money to be considered humanities new leader nation.

After multiple hundreds of thousands of wars broke out over which nation was the rightful ruler of humanity it was decidedly apparent that the human race was broken now, currently resembling the Sengoku Jidai. It is now that the human race is at it's weakest point, millions of countries exist, all wanting a piece of glory in this constantly changing landscape of politics.

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You are a player in this dangerous game, a possible profiteer, in other words, you're a nation in the Lanikea supercluster, which, tl;dr is a huge warzone in the ever-expanding universe after a UN-like alliance was destroyed a long time ago.

Honestly, in this roleplay you don't even have to become the ruler of humanity, this roleplay is focused on roleplay, not wargaming, so, if you came to destroy people with trillions of cannon fodder soldiers, you may be a bit dissapointed. Of course, wars are completely welcome, and are to be won through strategem and tactical know-how, but not really focused on that.

Humanity knows how to travel from galaxy to galaxy in seconds in this, the Andromeda galaxy is one huge hive-city that is ever expanding, Earth is a museum-planet, a planet dedicated to all of humanity. That is the scale of this roleplay, a poor family is able to pay for a ship that goes lightspeed for a relatively low price, you may drop your kids off on an Andromeda Pre-school then head to the other side of the Milky-Way to catch a bite to eat, thats about as advanced as this roleplay is.

Think of anything in this roleplay and it is probably set in the bounds of reality here, go insane on ship design, city landscape, etcetera. Once i get about three people interested i'll make a CS page, may create a Discord if anyone needs or wants it.

OOC: www.rpnation.com/threads/laniakea-ooc.395968/

CS: www.rpnation.com/threads/laniakea-cs.395970/

 

[Solar Union]

Quick question, will this be based on Star Trek or Star Wars?

 

[Axel The Englishman]

The Empire
Derma Orbit

It was yet another planet, much like many others that came before. And the procedure remained the same, repeated so many times that there was no longer a need for any form of briefing on what to do. Perhaps another asset for the Empire to claim to expand its goals and fuel its ambitions. Agents resembling the inhabitant species of the planet would be deployed to the most developed nation to conduct field studies regarding language, culture, technology, and anything else that was listed in the details before reporting their findings back to the naval force residing in orbit. Every pattern relating to this specific type of operation had been memorised page by page, word for word. Yorik had lost count of how many times he repeated this one single process, but he was glad to do so again and again in the interests of the Emperor.

“Sir, our agents have reported their findings. I believe you will be very pleased with what they have provided.” A bridge officer had acquired her superior’s attention with such words. Perhaps they could finally begin to make their approach. “Very good. And what is included in their reports?”

“Social normalities, administrative structure, judicial systems, military organisation, and cultural standards. They have also managed to configure the native lanaguage to be compatible with translation devices.”

“Excellent. Forward the reports to my PDA and will shall embark at once.” Yorik rose from his seat of power, eyeing the distant planet from the bridge once more before marching off down a hallway with an escort of officers, ready to spread the glories of the Empire once more.

RIPSaidCone​

 

[Zaltusinel]

A Dance with Darkness
Derma Orbit
Axel The Englishman RIPSaidCone
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Soft crawls, sprawling mists from ducts. Crackled metal plates lining the walls, bodies hanged in poison spires, piercing the chest cavity with no regard for where. Lights on, producing light. Yet... the room laid completely dark. The light fizzled out briefly from the light source itself. Guns charred and useless as battle staked in eternal laughter on their effectiveness. A slaughter, chains hanging from the walls, stuck in place by bodies bent into the plates. Blood blue, not a speck of red. Eyes of the dead stared into one another, drained of color and life. Skin scaled in lightless black, the few specks of true white or brown far and few between. Not a sound, the heart beated, the blood pumped through the body. The slight sounds of muscles contracting, madding silence. All of the latent sounds loud as final screams. As explosives ripping lives apart as if nothing mattered. In the eyes of the light, the darkness mattered not. Blown apart, persecuted, kin ripped away; nothing. The presence of death all too sure, the blade of his scythe pressed against the neck. The windows splattered with blood, candles scattered across the floor. Black flame, emitting a faint screech as light fizzled into free energy to be consumed... Running, sprinting, panting... the human did as primordial instincts prescribed. Pistol in tow, running through the halls, barely missing walls and objects. Trickle sound responded, the human stopped by a large window. The light just faint enough to see. Thunderous sounds buzzed throughout the cruiser, jitters of the teeth. Hand jostling dog-tags, bloodied with the lives so close to escape. Expiring at the dawn of rebirth.

A flick. A whirl. A snag, the window collapsed around the human, sheltering their head. The beast clawed the face, gazing a rune on the side of the cheek. The symbol of the darkness's dominion, the Umbra's world. Glowing orange eyes memorizing the soul, sucking hope as water from a well. The beast stood up, laying out hands. The voice crackling as the metal plates spoke out to the human, something the human would remember forever, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters..." Silence, pebbles drop to the humans feet. Black as night, then pale, white pebbles entered. "How you forgotten the darkness remains forever, how fleeting light remains. The cinders ascend as shades shelter their ignorant minds. Darkness acted before the light as justice before persecution." The beast turned, walking into the abyss before the lights beamed light onto the hall. The scene only lit. Vomit, as necessary for the human. Loud vibration throughout the ship as the cruiser collided with a fleet around a planet and moon. Appearing from nowhere. Only one remained.

The cruiser's outer hull chilled the spine, pristine yet mired. Laced in omen, sensor readings wild as serial fantasies. Chunks floating as bodies, long dead yet recently destroyed. Deployed from lightyears away, no warp sequence or tag. The warp engine nonexistent as if not placed in the design. Then a signal on the hailing frequencies, static followed by one word..."Retribution."

Twelve Servyus remained on board, basking in the shadow of the bridge of the cruiser. Few systems over, a scout vessel remained locked on the twelve. Waiting for the inherit meeting to ensure.

 

[adrian_]

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High Derma Orbit
Lone Spacesuit
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Whilst both ships and the planet make contact a spacesuit floats into high orbit, heavily tattered and ruined, it heads toward the Empire's exploratory ship at over 6000m/s, hitting it's deck and making an audible crunch it slows to the ships speed and starts up a transmission.

"If you can hear me, this is Second Private Jie Shao of the Third Mandarin Regiment, I am currently floating three miles from my escape craft, our ship was just destroyed, i think our particle engine ruptured... Uh... i'm getting a little light-headed, hold on."

A little bit of rustling emanates in the recording, most likely Jie looking for a hole in his suit.

"I think i'm going to die, so if anyone gets this then you should know that there are hopefully some survivors, and if my body burnt up in the atmos' of some planet then i'm a little disappointed, hah, may just shoot myself with my sidearm, but i don't know."

"So i guess this is it, in spite of early events i'm a bit joyful, but yeah, Beijing's fucked. For those who don't know there was a war..."

Jie starts to sniffle and audibly sobs. The transmission ends.

By now the remnants of his escape craft reach orbit and sink lower into orbit at about 8000m/s slowly falling into Derma. The pulverized remnants of his ship appear behind the Empire's ship, another transmission starting.

"Attention all personnel we are at COC level 0 this is a Code Nine non-rescuable situation, escape pods are to be boarded at this moment."

"Attention all personnel we are at COC level 0 this is a Code Nine non-rescuable situation..."

"Attention all personnel..."

The transmission decends into prerecorded code, like a numbers station.

RIPSaidCone Zaltusinel Axel The Englishman