The Adumbrate Saga

[Zaltusinel]

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-Visual On Screen: Northern Io cluster, Genie System, Planet Xicron-
-Hyperlane conduits of Northern Cluster Unresposive-

"All comunications and hyperlane activity remain dead cold Executor. No hyperlane station responding to hails, all planetary observation posts report nothing. An endless black."

"Continue observation, we must find something. What is this on screen?" A woman, human with a long white dress with crescent shaped drappings leaned forward over a pale railing. Her eyes stared dead at Xicron, unwavering. Her heels clamped up to the edge.

Pens scrubbing across paper dotted the background, no lips moved as small weak gasps filled gaps of silence, "Xicron ma'am, scans indicate debris from the Yeti, Grasp, and Volley systems. Antrim Supremecy ships ripped and sent dow on the planets. Xicron requires six jumps to Antrim borders, these vessels bear markings of core world fleets." She panted for a moment, her composure returning slowly. Her eyes stilled. Multiple cadets entered the room with a large black capsule. Wiggling in their grasp, two cadets set the capsule in a stasis chamber primed. Timer ticks down as she meanders down the steps, twitching forms in her hands. The clock tick zero and the stasis chamber seals and freezes the capsule to almost negative zero. Yet, the capsule continued to wiggle until a small hand appeared. Licking the edges were fire of lightless black, a reptilian body appeared out of the capsule staring down her.

"Captain, kill it now!" A large man nodded and fired a plasma LMG magazine through the chamber, letting the entity shatter in a thousand pieces, "Status report on outskirt provienes lieutenant."

"Charile Foxtrot Executor, multiple swarms of dark creatures of have stormed the fortresses and all contact has been severed. Planet Hagraven under state of gravitional rip, a large mass of black sucking the mass whole. All transports failed to save the populace, ten billion lives have been lost Executor."

"Send President Valreen the report, demand he calls reserves. The Faryrm have cooked up something worthy of their hyperbole. Humanity's fire must not fade," She looked to another man, "Bring me every person willing to take a recovery mission. That dossier from Faryrm worlds must be secured. Ten billion credit award. Go Captain Hans!"

Hans bowed, looking to his collegue before sprinting out of the chamber. The collegue stepped up to her, "Executor Margulius, we must have a plan."

"Form a council of all that wish to band together, we must plan together. For the love of all civilization. Every race, every government, every corperation. I don't give a damn, anyone who can provide anything." Her hair flapped over her eyes as she crouched. Her hands folded together, "Oh, Jesus help us."
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You, player will be one of these mercenaries or council members that have been summoned by Executor Margulius. This is a nation roleplay focused on the representatives/remains of organizations from political to familial. Each player will control a group of people but heavily roleplay one or a couple as anyone would in other genres of roleplay. Each player will tailor their own "faction" to suit their playstyle and desired role in "the end of the world". Our story will cover the journey of life fighting for survival against this threat that seemingly popped from nowhere. Supercluster Io represents and will be coined as the "Old World". Time spent in the Old World will be terse. Soon, you all will be stranded with a fledgeling settlement to prepare for an apocaplyse. Can you stand against your fears, your ego, and your doubts to save the universe?

Will you see the suspicious clues? Will you damn all of existence? Will you carry us all to salvation? All these questions will be answered when you step into the Adumbrate Saga.

See you soon apocalypse defers.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Spoiler: On Screen

{Four Hours Later...}

Council Member Story-line
The Corsair Council, Primis Protectorate, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Enemies At the Gate
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"Welcome everyone. In this time of peril and stress, I salute you for joining us in this Emergency Council. Hailing from all of Io; your assets, guidance, and manpower will serve us to stave off, what intelligence has come to call, "The Shadow". This being wields massive size and has consumed almost all of Northern Io. All of our Hyper-lane relays have gone dark, no contact can be made inside of the being's massive mist. One of our scout drones released this image before connection was lost in the Vasari System, almost to the equator of Io. Dr. Vahlen analyzed the image and her findings will be of most importance to dealing with this threat."

Executor Margulius sat down at the top of the table, holding a glass of white wine. Her legs crossed, hair drooping over her shoulder as she lifted the glass to her lips. Dr. Vahlen, a brunette of medium statue stood up beside the screen opposite to the Taurus wording. Her leather boots shuffled along carefully, her knees shaking slightly as she scanned across the council members in their seats. Her azure eyes gazed at the RDA representative briefly. Her hands scuffled along her digital screen as she readied herself.

"Bonjour Council, I am Dr. Vahlen. Senior science officer of the Trade Confederacy Science Conclave. I received my doctorate degree from the prestigious Xavier University on Kaclade IV in Warp Theory and Dimensional Physics. I have a masters in Aerospace Engineering and Geology. Executor Margulius assigned me to study this image for information vital to this operation. What you are seeing on screen is Corside III, a medium sized tropical world home to large venomous creatures and large bodies of water covered by large aquatic trees. This picture was taken from the northern pole of Corside III. To the bottom of the picture, the planet's structure is being ripped with showing liquids of the iron core. This is the only instance of a planet being eaten by the Shadow so far discovered."

Dr. Vahlen pointed to the bottom right of the image with a blue laser pointer, "The bottom of the image shows the disappearance of over thirty systems; I conducted a full electro-magnetic spectrum test to determine what frequencies where piercing when the drone gathered the data. I found UV images of the stars, planets, and synthetic structures unharmed. From these images, multiple "stretch marks" in the space around the structures. These marks are common in large hyperspace jumps, meaning that space is being warped in areas already consumed. I used the hour or so footage of these areas to calculate the Shadow's speed."

She paused briefly, reaching to the side for a cup of water before speaking again, "The Shadow moves 16.26 kilometers a second. That of early space probes that less advanced civilizations have. Discerning from how it moves in space, the Shadow would move slower in a mass-less vacuum, a vacuum of those between superclusters. From this I conclude that the Shadow is native to Io and did not arrive from other super clusters. Our data of the entity appearing quite suddenly would support this conclusion."

Executor Margulius stood up once more, "Do we have any questions for Dr. Vahlen before she proceeds to the next brief of her findings?"

Mercenary Story-Line
Ver'kin Mischief, Clan Metal Walkers, Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics (GHOST)
Pirates Ruin Everything
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Captain Hans sat down near one of the tables on the far end of the room. Hans quickly dusted off the folder Executor Margulius handed to him, turning around to see the multitude of mercenaries waiting for him to speak. His plasma mini-gun laid on the side, leaning on the table. Unlocking the documents, he reached in, pulling multiple banks full of credits, four sheets of paper, and a small metal key. Cladding as his armor around, he stood up and waited for silence.

"This isn't your normal job, no. Faryrm Dossier believed to be valuable data has been taken by the Gatri Vilun Band three days ago. While normally, no one cares about Faryrm documents going loose. They actually got everyone to care. Damn, those lizards managed to keep their promise at the Vasari Summit last Earth year. Can't fucking believe it."

Captain Hans rolled his shoulders, motioning to two riflemen in the background to escort some drunks out of the room. He turned to multiple of the mercenaries (You guys) and crosses his arms, "So, we got some crafts, guns, other things of the spilling blood variety for sale. Make sure after this to check that out. Is this everyone for the briefing, better hope so."

"Anyways, the Gatri Vilun hideout has been found to be in the Gestalt System right on from the Maxim Hyperlane bastion. As you know, the Gestalt System lies in the Maxim Supercluster. Guess those scoundrels figured we wouldn't notice. Here's what you do, you go there. Collect the Dossier, bring it back here. Here being where ever they tell you on the jump back, okay? With this demon thingy, I doubt that you'll be meeting back here. In the documents here are the directions, intelligence, and likely gear these bandits have. These guys haven't made much moves recently, so we can't tell much more than in those documents. However, I know a thing or two about the Condras if you would care to listen."

Captain Hans laid the documents and credits on the table in front, turning around before saying, "Be careful out there, I rather not die to this thing. The credits are yours. The key will allow you to unlock the Dossier. Don't lose it. Even the Faryrm won't be able to open it without it. Damn lizards are crafty. You might run into a couple too. Do not give it to them. No matter how official they look."
OOC:

The roleplay has started. Begin with your storyline from there. I will have my faction post up shortly. Each faction has a pool of credits that they start out with, this in roleplay will be listed on the arm pads of your leaders(or wherever a similar device would go). Starting credits will be listed below. Since most credit infrastructure lies in Northern Io, a lot of credits have already been lost. Business oriented factions will received a bonus to their starting credits.

The Corsair Council: 250
Primis Protectorate: 435
Resource Development Administration: 755
The Cygnus Creed: 450
The Covenant of Draeth: 450

Ver'kin Mischief: 440
Clan Metal Walkers: 750
Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics (GHOST): 655

As the story lines progress, there will multiple opportunities to recruit, gain money, and acquire equipment. Keep a look out. If you any questions about the world around your characters, roleplay it. Meaning if you are a mercenary and you wonder how much the weapons and crafts cost, you could ask Hans and he will tell you.

LadyOfStars Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro M Missingo KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron

As always, ask me questions if you are confused.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Councilman Tachiagari:
Council Meeting​

Spoiler: Appearance Description

Standing at a height of, 5’9” tall, Tachiagari doesn't exactly have an intimidating form. His slender body is typical of Elvaran men and women. A thin build gives him a weak appearance; narrow arms and long legs emphasize his meek image. Fine fingers are accented by short, well-cared for fingernails. His brown skin is smooth and soft, thanks to the concoctions he sometimes whips up. Across the back of his shoulders, there is a light dusting of freckles that dot his skin. On his left knee, there is an old scar; a permanent reminder of his first adventure out into the wilderness of, Primis.

Genetics have been kind to, Tachiagari. Over the years, he has developed an androgynous face that allows him to pass as a man and a woman. A modest, shy jawline helps give shape to his soft face. Subtle, but present, Tachiagari's cheekbones sit above a pair of healthy cheeks.These cheekbones also help to construct the soft, smooth shape of his head. Similar to his shoulder, Tachiagari's face has a few light freckles that cross from his left cheekbone to his right one. Straight, thin eyebrows, white in color, are positioned over a pair of inviting eyes. Iridescent like the pearls of, Earth, Tachiagari's almond-shaped eyes are accented by thick, long, black eyelashes. His full lips are made the focal point of his face, as being, Elvaran means he has no nose. Big, shy ears hide close to, Tachiagari's head and are usually covered by his hair. Like all Elvarans, Taachiagari has horns. His horns grew at opposite ends of his forehead where his temples meets his forehead. His horns are the same cocoa color as his skin and they’re slightly curved upward, reaching only four inches in height. White like the first snow, Tachiagari's hair sprawls down from his head and stretches down to the center of his back. The thick locks of hair are usually kept down but he does wear it in a ponytail when he's busy.

Tachiagari has a voice that one would expect to find on a singer and the skill that comes with it. His voice is an octave higher than that of most men. Like most Elvara, he wears synthetic fabrics only. His wardrobe consists mostly of light and airy dresses in a variety of colors, along with a few pairs of pants and shirts that follow the same free-flowing design.

Seated at the corner of the of the table furthest from the Executor, on her right side, Tachiagari paid close attention as the meeting got underway. The Executor was a well-spoken woman and pretty intimidating too. His eyes followed her as she moved, only briefly looking away to examine the other representatives present at the table. A few of them were blacklisted by the Protectorate for varying reasons. Despite his unease about everything, Tachiagari managed to remain focused on the meeting and the information that was being shared. He kept his hands clasped together in his lap, surrounded by the royal purple fabric of the long dress he wore. It bore the image of, Primis on the left side of his chest. Behind the curtain of purple material at his feet, Tachiagari tapped lightly against the floor. His white flats allowed for minimal noise to those with average hearing. The images that were being displayed on the screen were beyond catastrophic and he couldn’t force himself to look. The amount of knowledge that the scientist had gathered was impressive, especially for a human.

When the meeting reached a point for questions, Tachiagari hesitantly glanced around the table. The long locks of white hair cascaded over his shoulders as his head turned to look at the other representatives. It was likely they’d all have their own questions, but there was no guarantee that they‘d ask the questions he wanted answers to. Although he’d hoped not to draw too much attention to himself, Tachiagari’s hand went up. His right arm, wrapped in a tight purple sleeve went up. The data pad secured around his forearm on full display, unintentionally. “I have a question.” His arm came down and he pushed back from the table, but paused and quickly decided against standing. “Have any refugees from Northern Lo been discovered? Or have we found anyone who may have had contact with someone from those systems that may be able to enlighten us?” The iridescent pools of his eyes shifted back and forth between the Executor and her scientist before they broke away and started to look at the other bodies at the table.

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council
Council Member Story-line
Dr. Reve Kynerin - Faryrm
Taurus Council Room
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The suspense, the hallowing wait for the others to notice your presence. My blame at this meeting was a surety, but I shall not tolerate the fingers, the fins, whatever points my way. Life will move on, no matter how this monster generates determination to destroy us. Even in its shimmering beauty, I see it as it is. The Shadow as they have called it, a fitting name. Wisping, whirling, twisting as nothing mattered. The few planets that it had consumed, I pondered. How? And Why? Both of these questions, beyond my understanding. While the figure head of the Corsair Council, I am no scientist. I am a Faryrm, not of science, but of plans. Working to unify my kind under one banner. We haven't been since over a thousand years ago, wandering the nations that harbored us, or those we could hide in. When I revived the Eldrazi symbol from the depths of our past, I could feel it. The tingling of something of more, the rush of black blood in my veins. The tender warmth of radiation wisping in my body. From the moment that I consulted my brother on Soros, the chance of all stars lingered in my hand. I grasped it, seizing the attention of my kin.

Dominar, my homeworld, is where I first saw it. The Shadow. The chance of all stars adorned a price-tag that I could have not seen. While my hands not sucked the light to form it, I knew that I would be blamed. I do not know who has done this, if anyone at all. Now that Kloudy perished within the shrills of the Shadow, I fear no one shall ever know.

But in this moment of fear, hopelessness; I fell the tingling of something of more, the rush of black blood in my veins. The tender warmth of radiation wisping in my body. From this moment, the chance of all stars still lingers in my palm. Now that everyone and everything will crash down on us at once, no one will doubt my call. All Faryrm and Klodi Mosi must and will rise together to face whatever "baragin" that comes ahead.

Executor Margulius pierced into my eyes, her black hair piercing in thorns. Our relationship goes far back. A game we will surely play until the end. I flip an old coin in my hand as Tachiagari posed his question. A fair one to ask. Here seems to be my move.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." I spoke shortly after Tachiagari, ensuring he finished, "The unity that stems from this crisis will propel us forward. I concur with Mr. Gi'orn. Executor, I'm sure you have this handled?"

Arcturus Kynerin - Faryrm
Grand Lobby:
Large room that connects Council rooms to other government buildings

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The communicator on Reve's back seemed to be holding okay. The meeting had just begun, but I could feel the restlessness in my bones. I needed to do something. They had begun questioning if refugees had survived. The capital airport was due west of the Grand Lobby by three blocks. Somewhat of a concern in terms of planning, but I bet these guys don't seem to care. The surviving Council members hurdled around the fountain, seemingly gathering themselves for bearings. The race over here was taxing, only Reve was allowed to rest for the meeting. The reason he is alone. I remember the other craft of the other other attendees; there must be plenty of ships left. I remembered what Reve said:

"This will surely waste time brother, have our kin be ready to escape when the monster arrives."

I will not doubt his voice. I must prepare. He said not to steal the ships. Ours will only be relegated even if we succeed. The ping of the airport monitor. A plane full of people of all races entered the airport. Labeled as refuges, I could here multiple humans murmuring about more refuges. On one hand, I felt alienated. On the other hand, I understood. Only more, means fading hope. Humans always seem to frenzy when they lose hope. Faryrm have learned to ride hopeless, knowing there is no other way. I began to make plans. In my brother's absence, I will furnish anew.
People Orders
2x Faryrm Boltors and 1x Klodi Mosi to investigate Airport refugees.
2x Faryrm Mavens returning to research ship to reroute power and install "new" radiation absorbers.
1x Faryrm Darkrai sent towards Taurus Council Room to deliver message to Reve.

So that's a post. You do you story, major character stuff first, then you give out your orders. You can have them directly in the post, or only reference briefly. Eitherway, make sure to have them listed at the end so I know what you are doing. You do not need to send all people out. Groups matter as multiple people can complete tasks faster and can hold in combat better should something ambush or arise.
Fun Fact: The Grand Lobby was built by the Elvara as part of a trade deal with the Trade Confederacy.

 

[Darth]

The Covenant of Draeth
Council-member Storyline
Brother Straz'ahn of The Elyhs Caste
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Rarely does an Es'yhn conduct an audience with a species regarded by many as "heathens." Rarely does such a thought even cross Straz'ahn's own mind, let alone the Augr's. But his will shall be done, and Straz'ahn sits before a council of outsiders. He sat in the closest chair to the Executor on her left side. Even with his clouded vision, he could still make out the features of her face, as well as the other participants of this unusual gathering. However, Straz'ahn's attention was captured by another individual: a young, human woman by the name of Dr. Vahlen. It was apparent that she retained a large vocabulary and, quite possibly, a fairly expensive education. Such literacy in the arts of science and rhetoric exceeded that of Straz'ahn's own knowledge. He had quite the task of translating her words to the letter. His seemingly more feeble mind, compared to hers, found trouble in comprehending her explanation. After she had finished her lecture, the young Elvaran dignitary spoke aloud. He asked Dr. Vahlen about refugees, and if other parties could shed more light on the situation. As soon as the Elvaran concluded his inquiry, the Faryrm across the table posed his own question. Straz'ahn turned his head to his left as the representative from the Cygnus Creed suddenly stood up and promptly asked when the rest of the supercluster would be consumed.

The word "consumed" perked Straz'ahn's interest again, and he turned to examine the onscreen images of the newfound threat. The Shadow, Tybis in his native tongue. A name that should send a cold shiver down the spines of the masses. The screen depicted an entire planet disappearing into a rift in the cosmos, doomed to fate only Draeth dare speak. Straz'ahn suddenly wondered if it had been his homeworld on the screen instead. Straz'ahn closed his eyes and let his head droop downwards. He rubbed his forehead with his palm, then glided it back across his bald head.

"Such a waste of life..." Straz'ahn thought to himself.
"How can such things even exist?"
"May the divine have mercy on us should this daemon find a taste for Es'yhn.."

Straz'ahn lifted his head to look around the council once more. Each reflected the same expression: distraught, confused, anxious.

"Perhaps the Augr was right to fear this Daemon..." Straz'ahn pondered, "Perhaps we are doomed..."

Straz'ahn watched as the Archon of Cygnus sat down after orating his own confusion. The room seemed quieter now, and Straz'ahn waited for the silence to be broken.

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[YumenoTsukishiro]

<< Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics >>
GHOST
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Alexei Rashnikov, Leader of Squadron 88
( KindlyPlagueDoctor M Missingo Zaltusinel )
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The beer was complete and utter shite, but that was to be expected in a rundown place like this. Where I came from, liquor should scald the tongue and slide down the throat in a smooth burn. I took a sip, and made a face. This lukewarm piss-flavored water was a disgrace to good liquor in the entire galaxy. It was good then that listening to this Captain Hans was infinitely more palatable than drinking piss water. The man clearly had a thing against the Farym, which was fun to listen to. More importantly, he had a job for us; good payment, too. Those Council types always paid good money for their jobs, and their jobs were always exciting. Especially since we were facing off against the Gatri Vilun Band. Those pricks had been on our lists for quite a while now. It was time someone crossed their name off of it.

It wasn't anything new, however. Grand Commander Prana had already briefed us on what to expect when we flew into Council space. Most of what he said made no sense at the time; overwhelming shadow, billions of lives dead, and entire planets consumed. Turned out that everything was exactly as he said, I just didn't want to believe. Heh. Imagine that? A man who believed in an extra-dimensional plane -- where they drew energy to use in their day-to-day operations -- would not believe that a literal Shadow was devouring planets and killing countless people. I guess I was in denial. Then again it made perfect sense. If there were Benevolent Beings like the ones Grand Commander talked to, then naturally there would be a counterpart. An all-powerful, universe-destroying counterpart. The thought sent chills down my spine.

I braved a swig of piss water to clear my head and turned my attention back to the table. Captain Hans had offered to sell us some gadgets and knick knacks for the mission. As if GHOST operatives were in need of such outdated equipment. I have my beauties Marco and Polo, Hellfire GH-6 pistols, standard-issue for members of the Revenant Circle. My three Adepts, operatives mingling about in other tables and chatting up the locals, had magnetic ripper rifles that could do serious damage to a Klodi Mosi. And Xentiani, the Shade assigned to my Squadron, had a Cerberus GH-3 pistol with built-in silencer. No one knew where she was, not even me, though she was probably doing the same as my Adepts. Finally, all of Squadron 88 was clad in suits crafted by GHOST scientists and engineers. Mine allowed me to temporarily pull someone into the Void (that extra-dimensional plane I was talking about earlier). Xentiani's turned her into a ghost. No really. She could become incorporeal if the situation called for it. I've always felt jealous about that, and it was definitely not because her equipment fit the aesthetic of our paramilitary organization to a fault.

The Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics.

GHOST.

But we weren't the only group called to this backwater hovel of a bar; there were two others. Clan Metal Walkers always had a special place in my heart, and not because-- alright, precisely because they made amazing mech suits. If memory served right they also sent some researchers into HQ to study the Void alongside our own scientists. And of course, a Dwarf was always a good drinking buddy. They knew their liquor, and could hold down more than twice their body weight in alcohol. At least, that was what it seemed to me. I was stark raving drunk by the time they felt tipsy.

And then there were the rats. Ver'kin, so they called themselves. Rhymes with vermin. Should be called that. Anyway, I have little love for those rats who kept pestering our operations across the galaxy. Never a week went by without no less than ten reports popping up about how the Ver'kin violated between five to a hundred rules and conventions. It was always satisfying to shoot the vermin straight between the eyes. The sound of their dying squeaks was music to my ears. I didn't bother to hide my feelings for their representative when I shot a glare its way.

Back to Captain Hans. I decided to humor his offer of trinkets, since he seemed like such a nice guy. "What exactly do you have for sale? Asking on behalf of our friends here," I said, shooting another glare at the Ver'kin. "And also..." I added, placing a finger on the metal key, "...since this seems so important to us, why don't you guys let me and my squadron take the key for safekeeping?" What I didn't add was, "Because no one in their right mind would give something so valuable to a rat."

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Active Orders:

3 x Adepts => Listening for information
1 x Shade => Skulking for information
1 x Revenant => Mentally insulting the Ver'kin

 

[Zaltusinel]

Council Member Story-line
The Corsair Council, Primis Protectorate, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Enemies At the Gate
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Executor Margulius laid her glass on the table softly as each question, glass half full. Dr. Vahlen looked to her, somewhat anxious, "Sit down Doctor, I believe we will return to your other findings at a later time." Margulius stood tall, her white skirt and red, loose top popped out in the council room. Most other ambassadors wouldn't dare to dress so upbeat, but Margulius checked recently that she wasn't an ambassador. The Trade Confederacy never bothered hiring traditional ambassadors, not their style.

Executor Margulius raised her hands briefly, sighing and eyeing Dr. Reve before speaking again, "Dr. Reve, I could ask you the same of your science experiments. But we all know the answer to that question. Of course, I have everything handled. Emergency vessel Avacyn touched down two minutes ago, over two thousand refugees have already landed on planet. A large group lies in the airport three blocks down if you care to aid them. Mr. Tachiagari, I applaud you for your care."

Margulius brushed through her hair carefully, adjusting her jade scarf. Silk weave, a rare fabric in modern markets. She approached the screen and touch multiple buttons with encoded symbols on them before clicking a grand sector map: a map of the nearby three sectors. Mao, Nostrum, and Veda. Multiple blinking red warning signals flooded Veda with slow spread to Mao. The Council lies in Nostrum. Blue sparks hover around Margulius's fingers as she opened up multiple tex boxes of devastation of a more familiar kind.

Margulius bowed her head, letting a platinum cross necklace dangle from her neck. One that was tucked underneath her top, "While the Shadow lies at our gate, multiple civilian centers have been panicked almost beyond calm. The losses are mounting as civilians do anything to find ships and escape to Maxim. Most will be unsuccessful. Most of the craft they steal lack capacity to make the jumps, stranding them, and the few military vessels they steal will self-destruct if they jump more than twice without a transponder to deactivate the device. We've had many raids of our military vessels, if you care to know. With most resources focused upon the monster, we've had few to handle the civilian situation. With panicked refugees coming from Northern Io, the situation only seems to grow worse."

"The Shadow lies just above the equator of North and South Io. Multiple mist "arms" and dark fleets have pressed upon border forces from multiple other star nations. We have the monster held for now until it grows closer. In closer proximity, fleets evaporate. Until we can find something to handle the Shadow, we will constantly need to retreat the line. We don't know when we all will be consumed. I place bets, not very long."

"Mr. Tachiagari, if I remember correctly, your people survived a deep incursion of the Shadow as you escaped. If I may ask, can you spare us any knowledge. For many times, the Elvara have held answers. I pray you have some."

LadyOfStars EMP Darth Hazeron

Highlight over:

OOC

When you give your people orders, I process them in my GM posts (Not my faction posts)

From Post #4:

2x Faryrm Boltors and 1x Klodi Mosi to investigate Airport refugees

The Faryrm scouts encountered multiple pods of races with their bags in various corners of the airport. Some of them frightened, some depressed, some mortified to stillness. The two Boltors encountered 8 Kloudi Mosi from Northern Io, their shoulders bearing a blue ice symbol. 15 or so humans from various empires of the north with tools, equipment, and an aura of professionalism. 4 Cygnus humans whose chips were destroyed by the Shadow. 6 Stray Elvara that spoke of their ship's navigation system throwing them off of course. The ship limped barely to safety, but there were multiple tiger (3) like animals that allowed your people to boop the snoop. 3 Es'yhn who seemed confused. One was armed, another with tools, and another with some holographic machine that seemed unusual.

2x Faryrm Mavens returning to research ship to reroute power and install "new" radiation absorbers.

While installing your "new' absorbers, the original owner and three hired guns approached the research vessel. On instinct, the Mavens prepared their amplifiers and engaged the ship's weapons AI to meet the owner. They raised their weapons and started to fire.

1x Faryrm Darkrai sent towards Taurus Council Room to deliver message to Reve.

The door of the Council room is locked, the Darkrai could attempt to knock. Or the Darkrai could get in by other means.

That's basically how to goes. Now for the second one (one that engages combat), you will have a new section where you will conduct combat. My next faction post will go into how that goes.

 

[LadyOfStars]

Council Member Story-line
Primis Protectorate
Representative Tachiagari Gi’orn​

Spoiler: Appearance Description

Standing at a height of, 5’9” tall, Tachiagari doesn't exactly have an intimidating form. His slender body is typical of Elvaran men and women. A thin build gives him a weak appearance; narrow arms and long legs emphasize his meek image. Fine fingers are accented by short, well-cared for fingernails. His brown skin is smooth and soft, thanks to the concoctions he sometimes whips up. Across the back of his shoulders, there is a light dusting of freckles that dot his skin. On his left knee, there is an old scar; a permanent reminder of his first adventure out into the wilderness of, Primis.

Genetics have been kind to, Tachiagari. Over the years, he has developed an androgynous face that allows him to pass as a man and a woman. A modest, shy jawline helps give shape to his soft face. Subtle, but present, Tachiagari's cheekbones sit above a pair of healthy cheeks.These cheekbones also help to construct the soft, smooth shape of his head. Similar to his shoulder, Tachiagari's face has a few light freckles that cross from his left cheekbone to his right one. Straight, thin eyebrows, white in color, are positioned over a pair of inviting eyes. Iridescent like the pearls of, Earth, Tachiagari's almond-shaped eyes are accented by thick, long, black eyelashes. His full lips are made the focal point of his face, as being, Elvaran means he has no nose. Big, shy ears hide close to, Tachiagari's head and are usually covered by his hair. Like all Elvarans, Taachiagari has horns. His horns grew at opposite ends of his forehead where his temples meets his forehead. His horns are the same cocoa color as his skin and they’re slightly curved upward, reaching only four inches in height. White like the first snow, Tachiagari's hair sprawls down from his head and stretches down to the center of his back. The thick locks of hair are usually kept down but he does wear it in a ponytail when he's busy.

Tachiagari has a voice that one would expect to find on a singer and the skill that comes with it. His voice is an octave higher than that of most men. Like most Elvara, he wears synthetic fabrics only. His wardrobe consists mostly of light and airy dresses in a variety of colors, along with a few pairs of pants and shirts that follow the same free-flowing design.

Tachiagari paid close attention to the conversation being had at the table and the questions presented by the other officials. Each person seeking to save their people, which was why all of their questions were reasonable and respectable. He wouldn’t and couldn’t openly praise some of them, but he was grateful they asked questions he had neglected to. The questions did however, make him a bit more fearful for the future. They had already been given terrible news about the current situation, the information could only get worse. That’s what he believed. “Civilians?” He questioned softly to himself while scanning the screen and the data displayed. Worlds yet untouched by the enemy we’re tearing themselves apart in acts of desperation. These people had thrown brotherhood to the volomun and wanted to save only themselves. To say this was a surprise would have been a lie, but he expected it on a smaller scale. Being informed that ongoing attempts to stop the darkness only resulted in a temporary delay of its expansion was somewhat disheartening. It did offer a possibility of hope, although a very small one. Hearing his name for the second time during the meeting startled the young Elvaran. His eyes quickly traveled to the, Executor and he let her question sink in.

As he thought on her inquiry, memories played within his mind, flashbacks of their narrow escape and the faces of people lost, along with the number of people still unaccounted for. He could only hope some of them were onboard the newly arrived ship.

“Tachiagari is fine, Executor.” He corrected in a humble tone. He quickly scanned the table and wondered if he should stand like some of the others had done. Primis was ruled by an Oligarchy and he was surrounded by people who already knew him and shared his goal of bettering their people. These faces were strangers and some did not seem so friendly. Tachiagari placed his hands in his lap and cleared his throat. “When Primis was attacked we noticed right away that the forces we were faced with were not unfamiliar to us. They were species from planets which neighbored my homeworld. After our narrow escape, our scientists and researchers determined that the enemies had become puppets of, The Shadow. The entity had taken over their minds and bodies.” His left hand ran up into his hair and combed a few stray strands back behind his left ear. “We believe that is why it rarely destroys our ships and bodies.” He wondered if he had talked too much or told them too much. Withholding information was sometimes a good strategy, but he was never that type of person. “Lastly, our soldiers made note of the effects of sudden bursts of light on the enemy forces. Such as the human race’s…flash bang? They observed an adverse response to the bright light.” Tachiagari inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, he made it. With a nod of his head in the, Executor’s direction, he signaled the end of his speech.

EMP Darth Hazeron Zaltusinel

Orders
1x Elvaran Tamer caring for Primis fauna onboard the Primis Protectorate’s flagship
1x Elvaran Environmental Scientists charging the Constructor onboard flagship
1x Elvaran Aspiring Artist recording recent events for history in the Grand Lobby
1x Elvaran Peacebringer searching for any late arrivals from Primis
1x Elvaran Viscount going researching possible new homeworlds

 

[Hazeron]

Zaltusinel Darth EMP LadyOfStars

Resource Development Corporation
Council member story line
Representative Ben Hamilton
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Hamilton stayed silent throughout the opening of the meeting, calmly observing the proceedings to properly assess the oncoming threat. Internally, he was terrified at the thought that something this powerful could exist, that thirty star systems could vanish in almost the blank of an eye, but his face betrayed no outwards emotion. Almost as terrifying was the knowledge that this...entity could take control of people. It suggested that it was more than some previously undiscovered phenomenon, that it had some form of consciousness and the ability to plan. He made a mental note to arrange a meeting with the security division later to discuss countermeasures against the Entity's advance and to defend against looters, before turning to face Tachiagari. He cleared his throat, and finally broke his silence.

"Mr.Tachiagari...is there anymore information you can provide us on individuals under the control of the Entity?" He paused briefly, then continued. "Can you identify them visually? Is there any changes to their behavior that indicates infection? And most importantly, how much do they remember? Do they know the locations of our planets, our tactics, our weaknesses? If they retain a good portion of their cognitive function, it could spell disaster for any efforts to stop this event." He looked expectantly at the Primian representative.

 

[Darth]

The Covenant of Draeth
Council-member Storyline
Brother Straz'ahn of The Elyhs Caste
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Straz'ahn eyed the representatives at the table. Each retained the same perturbed look. The he Executor stood up from her seat at head of the council. She was tall for a human woman, towering above the table of seated dignitaries. Her attire was odd given the current situation Straz'ahn thought. The Executor wore brighter colors and a seemingly more casual garb compared to the rest of the council. The clothing items humans and other species alike refer to as "pants" always puzzled Straz'ahn. Skirted tunics, gowns, and robes were considered the standard for those of more gentle birth. However, similar clothing items were used for more practical uses such as construction or combat, but, to see a person of high stature don such a garment was highly usual. Straz'ahn noticed a silver trinket fall out of her shirt as she leaned forward. A cross made of metal. It was common for humans to worship 'heathen' religions, an aspect the Covenant openly frowned upon. But in dire times such as these, Draeth demands our cooperation if the Covenant wishes to brave the coming storm. Contrary to his people's beliefs, Straz'ahn is more tolerant of these 'heathen' religions. In fact, he is almost intrigued by the idea of different Gods. Such a thought, however, could easily be declared heresy of the highest order.

The Executor motioned for Dr. Vahlen to retire from speaking for a moment before giving a response to the Faryrm representatives query. She seemed almost annoyed as she assured the Faryrm that they did indeed have the situation 'handled.' The Executor then turned to the Elvaran. An unsettling feeling built up in Straz'ahn's stomach as the Elvaran revealed the fate of his home-world.

"Draeth have mercy," Straz'ahn thought to himself.

"Puppets? Does he mean to say those Daemons were once people?"

"What sort of terrible fate has befallen us? "

"This abomination must be purged, it can not be allowed to exist!"

For the duration of the meeting Straz'ahn stayed quiet, having no questions appear in his mind. However, after the representative from the RDA posed his query, Straz'ahn decided he'd orate his own.

"How would one kill one of these fiends..?" Straz'ahn said, his Es'yhn accent altering his English words

"If we are to... safeguard ourselves from this beast, we must know the most efficient method for dispatch these Daemons..."

Straz'ahn looked at the Elvaran then towards the Executor, awaiting a response.

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1x Veiyr Ysue - "Ejo" sent to accompany an Akry Vreidahr
2x Akyr Drauls sent to accompnay an Akyr Vreidahr
1x Akyr Vreidahr sent to meet Straz'ahn in The Grand Lobby


LadyOfStars Zaltusinel EMP Hazeron

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council
Council Member Story-line
Dr. Reve Kynerin - Faryrm
Taurus Council Room
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And on que, things go far more mad. Some insisting on more information, and the other more unfamiliar representative raising about killing the minions of the Shadow. I paused, standing up quickly before another word could be said. I tensed up at first, then sighing. I let my black wings be free, black energies wisping as the cover comes off. My suit hummed at a high frequency, vibrations churning constantly through my body. In a moment, I felt a voice, the very thing of discussion barely mulling over things. Alone. The glare of Margulius's eyes as she backed up. Before anything upstanding set itself in motion, I coughed with a few words to follow.

"Do not fear what you see in me. My people are free of the shackles that grips yours, ones that we discuss, here and now. It should be proper of me to spare some details on this matter." I looked to the Draeth representative.

"A minion can be killed like yourself, I, or anyone. The minions however, are our comrades, our kin, the ones consumed. Killing them will be a must at times, but that must be assured to be little. My people's involvement in this issue is great. You may seek to blame us. However, know that the line between myself and the Shadow remains thin and thick. I am a Faryrm, a dragonoid of trouble, mischief, intelligence. Among others. However, my kind's history stretches far, some of which consist of races being born. My understanding is of the best of our kind. Scanning planets, finding relics, all such things. What we face now, is something we cannot classify in the bounds we have placed."

I paused, briefly rolling my head, "I am something that Humanity considers unusual, and something that shattered many theories and understandings of what life can be. The Faryrm shows us how understanding is limited, or can be. This Shadow, it is not of something that most have encountered before. But my kind have. The lifeforms that graced Dominar, the true homeworld of our kind, puzzle great minds today. Even I do not know why they vanished. And in the ages, somehow, my kind and the Klodi Mosi survived."

A knock on the door suddenly, the communicator buzzed a bit before I opened the door myself. A Darkrai in black cloak handed me a holocube before dashing away. I clinched the cube in my palm before returning to my position. I sighed, placing the holocube on the table.

"Somehow, we, as the Shadow, evolved to carry unique forms, traits that set us apart. These energies I carry are comparable to that of the Shadow. Of the same breed as humans say. Before you dish my kind the blunt of your rage, understand that the life within us may carry the knowledge we need. My people can and will demonstrate if needed and if provoked. My people are incomplete. Something ushered us into the state we are in now. The very sigil the Corsair Council uses is something of a bygone era, where there was a Faryrm state."

I sat down, bowing my head as the holocube laid glowing on the table.

Combat in the Airport Hangar
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The two Mavens covered behind multiple tool boxes, igniting the black amplifiers on their chests. Waiting for a moment when the aggressors depleted their ammunition. On end, the Mavens will swoop out, flying into the air and barraging with multiple bolts of their gifts. In the background, the ship turrets will auto target onto the aggressors, giving suppressing fire. Various other weapons systems begin to aim at them as well. The Communicator of the Council will buzz as the others will be notified.
Orders:

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2x Klodi Mosi sent to support Mavens with Probe to handle with ship repair.

2x Boltors at airport lobby to convince the Klodi Mosi to come with them. Other sent Klodi reporting to deal with aggressors.

1x Darkrai bracing Dr. Reve for extraction on research vessel.

LadyOfStars EMP Darth Hazeron

YumenoTsukishiro I will progress your storyline soon if KindlyPlagueDoctor needs more time.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Council Member Story-line
The Corsair Council, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Enemies At the Gate
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In a sudden silence that followed behind Dr. Reve's words, a pack of screams could be heard in the halls east of the Council room. Shots being fired, hisses of gas fleeing from vents and tanks. Water flooding into the halls suddenly. Nothing followed, multiple guards inside the room listened carefully as tumbles of objects slowly grow closer.

Executor Margulius stared at the door, "Councilors, I fear that my worst suspicions have come true. We must evacuate. Quickly, the devil comes for us." She sprinted to the door with her dress but functional shoes, holding open the door for the guards to make a pocket with their armor and guns.

Outside, hell broke loose. Bodies littered the scene, multiple dead, some injured, others slowly being engulfed in black essence. To the left, a clear way with multiple guards firing over lines to the right. The Darkrai for the Faryrm rushed through the combat, slicing through multiple shadows as it past. Multiple soldiers rallied to the escort and made break for the airport. Margulius drawled a pistol, holding in both hands as she lead the councilors to the airport. Grenades exploding, humans screaming. Refugees huddling behind the lines. Quickly, boarding your respective ships: the Faryrm research vessel, Draeth Landing craft leading to a small corvette, a RDA transport, and a Cygnus Terminal vessel. Reunited with your comrades from the lobby, Margulius engaged an inter-ship hail, connecting all vessels together. Looking outside your ships, shadowy limbs knocked around ships as tractor beams attempted to contain them. Multiple fleets engaged over and over as they jumped from consumed sectors. Multiple other vessels, larger of size and full of refugees joined your ships in formation. Multiple Trade Confederacy Regal Escorts closed off the border of the formation.

A pop up on your screen encouraged each ship to harmonize hyperspace procedures, in panic, every pilot accepted. As vessels of the Shadow began to reach and attack the formation, the scene vanished as twenty two consecutive jumps led to an empty space with only the Hyper Bastion to provide any sights. Margulius spoke on the hail, "Councilors, while many of you care not for the country I stood for. All of that is gone now. At that moment when it came... everything was lost. I prayed that time would be given. But I should have known otherwise. Take your time to look around. In five minutes, we are jumping to the Maxim Supercluster. This may be the last time all of you see Io."

Multiple other friendly vessels followed behind, more refugee ships, some small military vessels. Captain Hans ran up behind to stand with Margulius. These vessels were connected, most of those faces were mortified.

Margulius spoke again, "Once we jump, this hyperlane station will self-destruct. Ensuring the Shadow cannot chase us quickly. There will be no easy return. A similar Bastion lies on the other side guarding Trivia Anemone. The first inter-supercluster colony we as a community built together. Many of your race will be there already. Some are with us now... I am sorry. This heart of mine hardily bears these events. Its up to us now to prepare Trivia Anemone for the Shadow. If we are lucky, smart, and brave, we can reclaim our glory, legacy, and home." Margulius walked quietly off the bridge.

After five minutes, the jump completed, sensors lost contact with the Io bastion. Coordinates set for Trivia Anemone...

Mercenaries: So since you guys have fallen behind a lot, I am going to speed you guys up to the present. Let me give an executive summary. You assailed the Bandit fortress, secured the Dossier, kept the key, and attempted to hyperspace back. Once you notice to large convoy of Refugee vessels. You sensed that there was no way back. Following the convoy down to Zenith was the only thing your ships could do battered and low on fuel.
Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro Saint Peccator KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron

So hey everyone, I have sped up the prologue to get to the meat of the roleplay at request of some. However, since I did speed everything up. You guys still get some spoils.

Population Updates:

+15 Humans to RDA (will need to test and consult them to see what uses they could have. This goes to all.)
+8 Klodi Mosi
+3 Es'yhn
+1 Adept to Ghosts
+5 Ver'kin to Mischief
+2 Dwaves to Clan Metal Walkers

And from the salavage, everyone receives 100 credits. Remember to update everything and keep track of your credits. Post responses to this at any point you wish. One or two should be fine. After that we begin the main phase. Survival begins.

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[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

The Ver'kin Mischief

The ver'kin all chittered among themselves, some talked of backstabbing, some talked of food. Others talked, or more a less slagged off those around them. Not too loudly of course. One thing that any of the Ver'kin could tell you was that they all recognized the factions around them. Mainly because the Ver'kin had stolen from them all at least three times.

Thriqrich's beady eyes landed at Captain Hans. He would remember his face, and his name. He, like all Ver'kin took insults beyond personally, and he would have his revenge. It was a miracle the mission succeed, after all the Ver'kin hadn't actually listened to their orders, in fact a few of them didn't even know there was a mission to complete. But it seemed the rats ability to survive paid off! Of course, more Ver'kin for the mischief was always wanted. The more rusty knives, guns and clubs the better, of course more Ver'kin meant more competition among peers.

Clawnitch and Thriqrich conversed in private, or as private as one could be in a horde of screaming rat people. They wanted each other dead, but they also wanted everyone else dead. So they made a deal, they could only make attempts on each others life when they where NOT on a mission. How well they would honor that agreement was anyone's guess.​

Zaltusinel YumenoTsukishiro

+5 Ver'kin

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Ver'kin Mischief, Clan Metal Walkers, Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics (GHOST)

Fire Nights: Chapter One​

The ships touched down on a landing bay to the north of Soot Mesa, where the colony laid. A large citadel in the center of the mesa built on a half-arch with buildings surrounding the umbra of the massive structure. Large cloud structures in the skies with vibrant colors of orange, crimson, and lavender. The convoy of ships from orbit tightly fit on the landing pad and multiple crowds of current residents gathered around as security officials blocked off the pad into the citadel. People of all races hooted and peeked above the shield barriers and turrets the guards used. The mayor of Trivia Anemone walked forward, a human from Earth named Jared Bushwin, holding a guitar in hand. Strumming lightly as he approached the line. Short black hair, tight chin, etched cheeks; Jared's face wielded innocence and healed pain. The guards held out their hands to block him, but he ducked under and continued to the ships.

Margulius stepped out first from the vessels. On cue, the guards lowered their weapons. Her hair fizzy, unkempt, and distressed. She walked to Jared, holding out her hand as he held his. Slowly moving back, Margulius motioned her hand for unloading the ships. Her eyes glistening in the yellow sun. Her lips cracked and dry.

Jared sighed, "Thank you for telling me before fate brought you here Margulius. Space in the Tau Citadel serves for shelter while the survivors ready themselves from the events. My people are scared, concerned. Pain of which only my imagination can understand. But Trivia Anemone is far from prepared to handle us all."

"Then we must build her to stand the threats that preserve us." Margulius looked up in the sky before lowering her slowly. "So beautiful."

Jared smiled with pain in his eyes, "Is he with you?" Margulius shook her head, letting her hand assure Jared's. Jared shed a tear, wiping away cleanly. "Come, we must comfort these people. My pain will subside."

Margulius waved her hand to the ships, letting the council members and the mercenaries to come forward. Once the group settled, Jared lead them through to a large expanse, a room full of couches, storefronts, and makeshift beds. Multiple markings and structures were prepared for the refugee's arrival. Tightly packed, the sleeping areas were enough, for now. Jared held out his hand.

"Greetings, this is where you and your friends will sleep for the time being. Margulius alerted me to your status. While I am the authority here, I recognize yours. Trivia Anemone has been fed supplies to grow over the three years since founding. Now that this supply is gone, our stores will drain empty. We need food, water, power, ship fuel to maintain the population we have. Unrest will stir, people will die, and we will fail if we cannot satiate these needs. Bandits threaten our batteries that some of you bravely slain in space, the survivors and allies enact vengeance against us. While their thick skulls have little to process the loss we all have sustained, they still prove dangerous." Jared sighed, "Soot Mesa has two ways down to the ground, ones perfect for foot travel yet terrible for everything else. Logistics for bringing water, and any goods made on the ground will need to be made."

"Basically, Councilors, I need you to help me form this colony to support us all. Before I go any further and into a short tour. Anyone have any questions?"

Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro M Missingo KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron Ctc9592 SpaceDandy​

 

[YumenoTsukishiro]

<< Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics >>
GHOST
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Xentiani, Shade
( Zaltusinel )​

The Void. It spoke to me. Sent whispers in the spaces between my consciousness. It told me that two men were waiting around the corner to ambush me. It showed me their brain matter bursting out the back of their heads, half a second before I pulled the trigger. And it guided me to the place where they kept the Farym Dossier, where five more men stood guard against the combined forces of Clan Metal Walkers, Ver'kin, and GHOSTs.

I embraced the Void. It held me. The cold tendrils of its power coursed through my skin, my flesh, my mind. Reality shifted within me, altered the physical and made it nothing. I became a ghost, walking amongst the living, yet I had died long, long before I came to know the Void. My eyes saw the world as the Void saw it; a tangle of energies, meshing and melding and entwining to translate metaphysical to physical. The first time I did it I panicked and nearly killed myself. It wasn't something a person was supposed to see and expect to keep their sanity intact. Sometimes I wonder if something important broke inside of me after that experience.

Doors of hardened steel proved no barrier as I stepped through. I saw the men, guns raised, all pointed at the door. Their formation was good, solid. Anyone who tried to enter would face a hail of gunfire. But I walked past them, unseen, unnoticed. Then I let go of the Void, gaining back my tenuous hold on the physical. The sole drawback of incoporeality was the inability to shoot people, and I needed to kill these people so badly. I drew my Cerberus sidearm and shot three heads before the fourth one realized what was happening. He trained his rifle on me, ready to shoot me dead. And he could've, and for a moment I considered letting him grant me the sweet release of death.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. His companion swung his weapon around, and pulled the trigger without a moment too soon. The fourth one crumpled to the ground with a smoking hole in its head. I glanced at the sole survivor, granting her the barest of nods, before proceeding with my mission. With the key in my hand I secured the Farym Dossier, and though the temptation to read through whatever information it held, I stuck to the mission. I would give Leader Alexei the Dossier, and let him handle all that cumbersome talking with Captain Hans and his men.

"Hannah Mills, Adept 06842, reporting for duty."

I turned around, nodded once more, and gave the GHOST operative a solemn salute. "Thank you for your assistance."

The sleeper agent returned the salute, her uniform stained with bluish-black blood from the bandit she shot. "Awaiting current orders. I was advised by the Circle to embed into your Squadron if necessary."

It was not in my jurisdiction to accept a new Operative; only Alexei would have that sort of authority. For now, it was enough that we had a potential new asset for the team. The Void had been whispering in my thoughts. Something was about to come down, yet I felt only a vagueness of the calamity. It was only in the jump back to Council space that I would come to realize the extent of the tragedies to come.

(Population Update: +1 Adept)

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Alexei, Leader of Squadron 88
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"It's just as Prana said."

I gazed at the visual feed, where a fleet of ships languished in varying states of ruin. When we weren't able to jump back to their point of origin, I assumed the worst. Turned out I was right. We were there, following behind this fleet of survivors, and wondered just how much damage did the Shadow cause. Silence pervaded the bridge of the Charon, Sqaudron 88's personal cruiser, each member consumed by their own thoughts.

"Sir, I keep trying to hail Captain Hans but the channel's blaring nothing but static," one of the Adepts, Karit, broke the silence.

"Keep trying," I said. Breathe in. Breath out.

"Orders, sir?" Thantiox, a Zexoni at the helm, asked.

Breathe in. "Follow the fleet. If anyone hails us make sure they know we're under Captain Hans' employ."

"Understood."

Breathe out. It would do anyone no good if I lost my cool. I didn't need to show anyone how much the Shadow and the mere thought of its existence frightened me. I glanced to the side, where my second-in-command Xentiani stood, impassive, impenetrable. One of these days, I planned on having a sit-down with her to ask how to become an unfeeling rock. Next to her was the new addition to the Squadron, Hannah Mills. While she wasn't officially inducted yet into the group, I felt that we would need all hands on deck for the coming days; and not just because Prana told me in no uncertain terms to accept Hannah Mills' help.

We followed the fleet without much excitement. After a few tries we finally connected with Captain Hans, who mentioned that a debriefing would take place when we reached out destination. And who would've thought that of all places the Council chose to bring the survivors to Trivia Anemone. It had all the makings of a last stand.

Once we touched down I led the squad towards Captain Hans' location, to await for debriefing. There was a lot to do in Trivia Anemone if they wanted to survive. And like it or not, we had to get our hands dirty to survive.

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Ver'kin Mischief, Clan Metal Walkers, Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics (GHOST) ​

Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro M Missingo KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron Ctc9592 SpaceDandy

After hearing no questions, Jared proceeded to guide the leaders of the respective council members and mercenaries down the airport lobby into the market terminal just down the hall. Thrusting through the mechanical doors, a large display of computer screens, sprinting robotics, and multiple high fluent traders, gave life to the small terminal. Jared walked in carefully, opening up a console on a large screen. Multitudes of goods, services, shortages, and job openings appeared on screen with the coordinating credit amount. He focused the display onto a large flat-screen behind the leaders, taking great care to not fizzle the computer systems. A few glitches in the video card popped the display off and on rapidly, but once short of that, the display remained calm.

"This here is the market terminal, similar to the ones familiar to you back in Io. These terminals display current market prices and other important details for local, global, and interstellar trade. Since most of Io's assets have been consumed and Trivia Anemone remains as the last terminal site, valuable commodities such as fuel, food, and energy have skyrocketed in price. Market terminals also display the current public stock of these valuable commodities, fuel currently at 70 tons. Which for you pilots out there, that will power up a frigate for about a day if you stretch it. Current price being 3420.15 energy credits per metric ton. An insane price, but understandably so."

Jared moved over and selected a map of Soot Mesa, showing open plots of land, "Land here is plentiful, shouldn't be any problem if you manage to make yourself at home on these high deserts. Naturally, most of the colony revolves around this citadel here, equipped to handle the occasional raider group or two. This citadel's power generation systems run everything that you see here. 75% of the generation output is in use for the colony, this remaining 25% could power to inactive refinery here. I'm not sure what sort of problems we would have."

Jared closed the display and guided everyone out of the market terminal, proceeding down the hall through a large airlock door. Proceeding through, multiple colonists of all ages wandered about, holding food, meager hydroponics bays, and personal belongings. Some waved at Jared, others smiled. Even some pat him on the back. While not directly fearful, the colonists kept their distance from the council members and mercenaries.

"My people hesitate to welcome you in fear of the monster, or as you call it Margulius, the Shadow. But they will calm down soon enough once you prove peaceful or at least not under the being's influence." Multiple signs of housing districts popped up on the walls, some newsletters glazing the sign.

Citadel facilities have an elegant, efficient design to encourage peace and unity amongst the many cultures of the colony. Trivia Anemone remains the most successful colony attempt thus far thanks to Jared Bushwin's leadership.

Jared continued through, a large hallway with large amount of stairs. He remarked, "I've always tried to get a elevator here, but foot traffic here would bottleneck up." A large door blocked the path, the scanner on the top ridge of the door emitted a small beam before opening. "We've had multiple unwanted guests infiltrate the citadel, make sure to look around before you come in. The scanner is a little old."

And then, the orange sun of Zenith shined clearly in the face. An orange sky made the star barely visible directly, but the angles of light always made work easy to locate it. Out in the hardened sands of Soot Mesa, multiple dome designed structures peaked out around a large cylinder glowing with light green liquids. Jared pointed at the cylinder, "That is the fuel reserves there. Normally, we would receive supply drops from Io. Obviously that won't be happening." Jared pointed in a different direction, a large hanger bay in tower form shot off from a tall rock formation. "There lies are main planetary ship hangar fitted with drones for border defense. Your ships will be parked there should you want to take them out. And that's the tour. You are free to delve into any plans you wish to design. I will focus on the refugee crisis with Executor Margulius. Rest with you the preparations for the colony to survive."
YumenoTsukishiro KindlyPlagueDoctor M Missingo

Debrief​

Right as the tour ended, Captain Hans appeared almost out of nowhere. Still in dress but clearly been commanding. Seeing the opportunity, he pulled you aside in a small bar that made shop at the entrance.

"Well, well, I see you made it. The dossier and key in tow? Better get that out of the way before I go into too much detail."

Hans crossed his arms, signaling to officers of the Confederacy.

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council
Dr. Reve Kynerin - Faryrm
Rusinos Voluin - Klodi Mosi​

(Image not to scale of actual ship)
"We must make preparations. Without spacecraft, we will surely fail." Dr. Reve held up his hand, holding out the data cube from earlier. He pocketed the cube before continuing on, "The Council will make preparations to secure positions for development. I hope the rest of us may secure the resources needed to expand our fuel situation. Dr. Reve walked off quickly before anyone could follow him. The Faryrm Darkrai awaited him at the landing bay, with the research vessel and all inside. They did not delay, a Faryrm never delays. The security guards watch as Dr. Reve moved quickly into the vessel. His large cloak and hood over his body disguised his under armor. The under crystal of the research vessel popped put and warped up Dr. Reve aboard. A soft touch of tech. The full party of Faryrm and Klodi Mosi braced up their suits and weapons.

"Rusinos, good to see you friend. Is this vessel ready for departure?"

Rusinos, in large spiky armor held up his arms, "Always doctor, funky and ready to serve. Fuel reserves plenty for now. Siphoning of fuel filled our silos."

Dr. Reve nodded, approaching the bridge of the vessel, holding out his hand to the rings and crystals as they tethered to his fingers and palm. His wings bent forward to assist control. Other Faryrm rallied to the consoles as they headed out. Hovering up into the air from the landing pad, speeding up to ride down Soot Mesa. The vessel turned up quickly as they approached a river, spinning to cancel forward momentum before hovering over a plot of land. Tan grasses sprouted over the river bank as the ship engaged landing gear onto the sand. The bottom tails of the vessel leveled out to form "feet' onto the ground. Quickly, the Klodi Mosi carried out multiple crates onto the river bank, clearing out any rocks or major obstacles as two Boltors heave out a small spire, about the size of a Klodi Mosi. Lighting up quickly, the spire projected a small projection. On cue, the vessel hummed, began to morph until a small structure banked up against the river. A large crystal wheel opened from the vessel, dipping into water, turning as the current pushed heavily on it.

A spire formed out of the vessel, shooting up as a mountain, yet the spire held grace as a wind. Thrusters laid dead center in the spire, switching off as the vessel extracted the components to replace with a large glowing canister. Clicking in, a bright beam rose into the sky, stopping 70 ft above the tip of the ship, crashing down in a radius around the spire.
Orders:

Research Vessel converted into spire outpost.

Klodi Mosi to sort remaining supplies and sort for allocation.

Two Boltors and Two Mavens scout surrounding area.

 

[YumenoTsukishiro]

<< Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics >>
GHOST
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Alexei, Leader of Squadron 88
( Zaltusinel )

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As my grandmother used to say, potatoes make really good vodka if you know where to look. While she never gave much in the way of useful childhood (or even adult) advice, there was wisdom in those words. Trivia Anemone had the makings of an impressive fortress standing against the end times; everybody simply needed to know where to find potatoes. By the sackful. By the truckful, even. And then everyone had to pick out the bad potatoes from the bunch. The wrong tuber could make a man sick in his stomach. I dreaded to consider an analogy between stomach ache and the fate of Trivia Anemone if someone took the wrong potato.

So there we were, sitting before Captain Hans and the Confederate Soldiers, looking all prim and proper for people who had just survived a near-apocalyptic event. Once again we were in another bar where the liquor still tasted like piss water, only this time it tasted worse because of all the desperation in the air. The rest of my team fanned out across the pub, trying to pick up pieces of the story before Trivia Anemone. Only Hannah Mills showed some spirit, spinning her pretty little head around trying to drink it all in. I fought back a smile. She reminded me of my niece, a dangerous cocktail of curiosity and intelligence that always brought more bad than good. Xentiani was sitting next to me, silently retrieving the dossier and key from her pack and handing it over to Captain Hans.

"There you go. One set of important Farym files plus a shiny key, all accounted for. So what's next in our game of apocalypse survival?" I said, doling out a huge grin.


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ORDERS:

1 x Revenant, 1 x Shade sitting with Captain Hans
5 x Adepts gathering information

 

[SpaceDandy]

PAST: Chapter 1 Part 1 Fall From Grace

Vanir Consortium Trade Fleet
Admiral Thor
Flag Ship: Thor's Hammer
(Suggested Music)

Thor stood on the bridge on his flagship Vanir Class Dreadnaught Thor's Hammer looking out from the main viewscreen. The large fleet of hundreds of ships of all shapes, sizes, and uses were gathered near the World Ship Valhalla preparing to escape the Supercluster with the entire Consortium and allied ships. A new start out in the Maxium Supercluster. The Vanir Consortium was invited by the The Corsair Council to attend a meeting of the remaining factions of Io. The board voted 3 to 2 not in favor of attending and fleeing without the burden of the other groups. Oden was in favor of fleeing with the other groups as the Shadow was unpredictable and the Corsair Council had some information that would be beneficial. Oden pulled out his Gauss Pistol and checked the weapon.

Oden had a foreboding feeling as he looked out onto the fleet. The mother ship had a little time left before the first jump to Maxium Supercluster. He looked back at his crew of Valkyrien and human shipmates. Oden had worked his way to the top through blood sweat and tears. He began his career in the subdivision of piracy. He increased his standing by dominating the shipping lanes squeezing out their competitors. He even had to face a few Merc fleets. He smiled at the memories. He was considered honorable for a pirate. He always spared the innocent. He always gave the option to surrender.

He looked back out onto the fleet. He noticed some blue flashes on the outer rim of the fleet. Suddenly Oden was thrown to the floor as the lighting on the bridge turned to red and the loud klaxon siren sounded throughout the ship. He pulled himself up as he heard a ringing in his ears from impacting the deck so suddenly. He could hear voices yelling in a distorted fashion as he felt someone pull him up to his feet by his left arm. "Admiral are you ok?!" yelled the young Valkyrien helmsman. They had their own language but everyone in the consortium had a translator cochlear implant surgically implanted to understand all known languages and could be updated regularly. Oden blinked wiping blood out of his left eye. He felt a small gash on the top left of his forehead. "Yes, thanks." he replied as he looked out the viewport again. The fleet was in chaos. Ships were firing on each other at random. He looked at the tactical readout as a flurry of transmissions for assistance were pouring into the comm station on the bridge. "Admiral Its here! Half the fleet has been infected with the Shadow!" said Allison. She was a good looking human woman. Oden looked down at the priority call coming in from the board. An Image of the board member Thor filled the communication screen. The Valkyrien had thick black fur with white stripes. He was in Valhalla with all the other board members except Freya. Freya was the other board member that had voted to go to the Corsair Council meeting. "Cover Valhalla until we can make the jump Adermial. The fate of the Consortium is in your hands." said Thor in his deep voice as the transmission was cut.

Oden pulled up a fleet display and pinpointed the ships still under the Consortiums command. "Pull back whats left of the Fleet to protect Valhala!" commanded Oden as he felt the ship take another impact. He looked at the display and noted the ships's midsection had been impacted by helljumper pods. "We have intruders in the midsection Admiral." said the Valkyrien security officer. "Dispatch Security to the engine room and the bridge. Get any civilians to the escape pods. " said Oden in a calm clear manner. The remains of the Consortiums forces were holding the line as one of the larger carriers exploded from a flurry of shots from shadow converted corvettes. Some of the fighters were able to escape the explosion making the corvettes pay for their attack. Oden looked back to the door to the bridge as 3 shadow possessed Valkyrie's burst through the door Gauss Rifles shattering as the helms officers and Comm officer as their chests and face burst into a fine red mist. Oden pulled up his pistol as he threw himself behind the command console getting off 3 shots into the first possessed Valkyrien. It fell to its knees letting lose a otherworldly scream as it died. The security officer by the door pounced onto another attacker as they fought in hand to hand combat on the deck using their claws and fangs.

Oden rolled to the right of his cover and came up on his right knee with his pistol leveled firing at the third intruder. The possesed intruders head whiped back taking a shot between the eyes and falling to the deck stone cold dead. The security guard and last intruder were locked into battle to the death as the possessed Valkyrien pulled the pin of a grenade attached to the security guard. Within seconds the doorway exploded into a mess of flesh and twisted metal. Everyone on the bridge was dead. Oden looked out the viewscreen that now had a few holes in it due to the fire fight. The image of Valhalla vanished as it jumped out of the System. Oden stared in disbelief as his home had left the fleet without any instructions of where to go next. He was willing to protect his friends and family with his life but the Board had just left the rest of the fleet to die so they could escape. They didn't even try to give them instructions of where to go next to meet up with them.....

Oden hit the shipwide broadcast system as he looked at the technical readout of the ship. There were too many breeches in the ship to make a jump. "All hands abandon ship, This is not a drill!" he ordered as he walked over to the Comm station and pulled the corps of Allusion out of the seat onto the floor. He broadcast a general retreat., "This is Admiral Oden, I am ordering a full retreat. All cargo and non-combat ships pick up survivors and leave. Any military vessels left cover the civilian ships and get out of here. Rondavious at these coordinates." Oden put in the coordinates for the Corsair Council's fleet. At lest he could give what was left of the Vanir Consortium a fighting chance. Oden pulled on his helmet and picked up one of the gauss rifles and scavenged for extra ammo clips and grenades as quick as he could.

He ran through the ship to the nearest escape pod. Bodies littered the coordiors as he made his way through the ship. He got to the escape pod closest to the bridge within no time. He looked back at his ship as he felt another strong impact. He threw himself through the doorway as the doors automatically sealed behind him. He felt another jolt as the escape pod rocketed away from his doomed ship. He felt sorrow and pain overwhelm him as he got into his seat and set a course for two transport ships the Ask and the Embla that were closest to his pod. Oden was picked up by Ask where he met by Freya. They traveled to the Corsair Council and was able to jump with the fleet to the Maxium Supercluster making it to the rendezvous with not time to spare.

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PRESENT:

Oden stood with the other leaders of various factions listening to the local mayor Jared. Oden had kept to himself up until this point trying to profile the other leaders and the situation. Oden pointed to a spot on the map north of the Mesa where a large river flowed. "I will go ahead claim that area and start to work on food production and a hydro-dam/water purification system." He looked at all the leaders ensuring they understood. "I am Oden of the Vanir Consortium. Some of you may have strong opinions of me and my past and... Frankly I don't give a damn. I am here to do whats best for all of us to survive. Now Ill need some help with security while I construct my hydroponic farms, Hydro Electric Dam, and Water Purification systems. I will also need assistance with bringing my workforce out of Cyro-sleep. I can promise a percentage of food, clean water, and energy to anyone who can assist me. Jarad I want to thank you for your hospitality as we will need to discuss your needs and shortfalls further if you have any specialists in the matter that might be able to assist It would be greatly appreciated. Also on a side note Jared Is their any livestock native to this planet and is it a good source of nutrition? " He looked at the group as he typed in the coordinates and his plan into the pin pad on his wrist to his ships to let them know what to do next.
Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro M Missingo KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron Ctc9592 Zaltusinel

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Orders:
1. Lay a Claim to the choice spot along the river for the Hydro-Dam and water purification system, hydroponics farm, and pod facility. (Use 1x Pharmacist to assist with deciding the location)
2. Get the supplies and workforce to the location. (I may have to negotiate for some more workers until I get my people out of stasis.)
3. Negotiate with at lest one group for security needs. (If need be another group to assist with getting my people out of Cryo-sleep but keeping the cryo-chambers intact for future use.)
4. Bartering for the RSS I need AI Core, Capacitor, Cryogenics Core, Airlock systems, and additional equipment I don't have in my ships to build the 4 facilities.

Note: Prioritization of needs: . 1. Water Purification systems 2 Hydroponic Farm 3. Hydroelectric Dam.

 

[Karcen]

Aswon haunt village

The village had been watching for years as the distant invaders once again built up their homes and sought to again to destroy the Aswon and ravage their world as they always had. There were many other issues that had sprung up but the invaders were the most pressing matter as their ships had been seen streaking through the skies , meaning more were coming. To the Deamon , the leader of the village this meant they were planning to attack with far greater numbers than ever. Something had to be done the other villages had to be alerted they would have to call the sabbat, an alliance of sorts created after the first invasion that had decimated their people, that those haunts currently fighting, or simply squabbling would drop such issues and join together in a cooperative to drive off the invaders. The haunts would of course fall back into their overall minor infighting after the invaders were gotten rid of and the spoils fought over until everything was sorted and they could disperse once more. The minor issues such as the dispute over land and the cave that had opened up would be dealt with but the invaders were the prime concern. For now the main issues that needed to be fixed were beyond simple, some predators, a rival haunt, some idiot causing a ruckus, and some cave opening up.

The rival haunt would be sent a member of the haunt and told about a sabbot being called and that this meant they would need to stop the fighting if they wanted a chance at the spoils of the invaders, this would without a doubt be accepted as no Aswon could doubt how violent invaders were all had the memories of the first time. If any haunt held out that could help then they would lose any chance at the city and also be attacked for helping the invaders. This was as close as they came to having contracts and treaties a short time not screwing with each other to go fight someone else.

The idiot would be listened to along with the one they fought with, the Aswon having no true spoken language spoke in a way with feelings, memories, and sensations it was not truly a written or spoken language as any other might understand it. This communication could find truth far easier than normal talking as you could feel the emotional state of the other and if they tried to hide their intentions then a stronger Aswon could tell. Thus for such fights as these it was a simple argument in front a deamon until the truth was revealed and the correct action taken, if the complainer was in the wrong they were told to shut up they were wrong if they were right then they got what they wanted it was simple.

The creatures threatening the herds were no problem their mind simple and easily influenced a specter to go else where or even better being driven towards the invaders. Such creatures were normally brought into the village stuck deep in the grip of the Aswon lost in their own minds and devoured as there was no point in wasting good meat. This time however causing chaos for the invaders was more important than having some free food, besides soon the invaders would be their meals, it was worth it.

The cave was the least interesting for the village and it would simply be scouted by a poltergeist who could report back even they could hide themselves from prying eyes or other senses.

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Actions

1 specter sent to drive predators to colonists by implanting the idea of creatures driving them in that direction constantly.

The one causing chaos will be brought to the deamon for judgment after hearing the case

1 poltergeist sent to explore the cave some.

1 ghast sent to rival haunt to declare a sabbat being formed, so resources are needed to be shared until the invaders are gone.

 

[Ctc9592]

EV-O Corporation
Aboard the New Genesis​

REBOOTING….
ESTABLISHING CONNECTION….
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED….
NEW GENESIS OPERATIONS AT 53%, REATTACH FORWARD PORTION OF THE NEW GENESIS TO REGAIN 100% EFFICIENCY….
THREE HIGH LEVEL PERSONNEL DETECTED ONBOARD….
RESTARTING SHIP SYSTEMS….
SHIP SYSTEMS RESTARTED….


Opening his eyes, Gideon, looks around the ship’s bridge and notices bodies of his employees and of company robots strewn throughout. Struggling to his feet from his chair he walked to a nearby terminals and turned it on “SAI, what is the current situation of the ship?” after asking this a feminine robotic voice began to speak “Hello Director, under your orders the New Genesis has successfully detached from the main body to escaped complete assimilation by the Shadow entity and jumped to the coordinates the Corsair Council provided. Unfortunately, due to unknown circumstances the casualties from the Shadow assault were immense and seems the remaining crew perished resulting in only three high level personnel ,Yourself, Captain Elias Whitefield, and Head Scientist Tabitha Holton, and one low level personnel surviving the assault with a small portion of the robot crew surviving as well.” Speechless to the news he was one of the few lucky to survive Gideon sits back down in his chair “SAI, what are the status of Elias and Tabitha?” a moment passes before the AI speaks once more “Director, currently Captain Elias and Head Scientist Tabitha are incapacitated. Do you wish for me to dispatch the MEDI-Bot to tend to them?” nodding to the terminal a small beep goes off “MEDI-Bot dispatched, further orders Director?” massaging his forehead Gideon looks out the bridge’s display screen “Where are we SAI?” the silence while the AI gathered information seemed to last for ages to Gideon before SAI spoke once more “We are located in the Maxim Supercluster, at the coordinates near Trivia Anemone. Would you like to attempt contact with the colony?” standing up to present himself in a respectful manner he presses a button to begin a broadcast to the colony in hopes of a response “This is Director Gideon Hardin of the EV-O Corporation, we have entered the system and, while shaken with current events, we wish to know if Trivia Anemone is still in one piece and our escape was not in vain.”


After the message was sent once of the bridge doors opens, looking to it Gideon noticed his head of security, Elias Whitefield, up and about “Glad to see you survived the jump Elias, I am sorry about your people.” standing straight to address Gideon, Elias spoke back “Thank you for your concern sir, but they died honorable deaths and it was better than becoming slaves to the Shadow bastard. Before heading here, and dodging that nerve wracking MEDI-Bot, I was able to ascertain that two of our SERCO-Bots and one CONSTRA-Bot survived the jump now-” before he could finish his sentence a female voice came through the intercom “And a DUPE-Bot survived as well, so we won’t need to worry about making more of our robots” Gideon smiled “Glad to see you are up as well Doctor, and to hear a DUPE-Bot survived means wonders in this horrible moment. When you are cleared by the MEDI-Bot start working with the DUPE-Bot to construct some additional CONSTRA-Bots I am sure we’ll need them” turning to Elias “If we get contact from the colony you and I will travel down there in one of the dropships, bring the two SERCO-Bots and get the sole CONSTRA-Bot moving the scrap here down to robotics so we can recycle them into new bots, plus get that other person that surviv helping it to double the effort.”


Tabitha and 1x DUPE-Bot: Beginning the process of rebooting/restarting the robotics lab to begin construction of 3x CONSTRA-Bots


Gideon, Elias, and 2x SERCO-Bots: Waiting for Colonial response before proceeding down


1x EVO-Corporation Human and 1x CONSTRA-Bots: Moving scraps from surrounding areas to robotics to assist in construction of additional robots.

Zaltusinel

 

[Zaltusinel]

YumenoTsukishiro

Captain Hans laid his hands on the dossier, testing little things about it before handing it back to Alexei. His hands rub together carefully as he coughs carefully in his throat. Spiky black hair, Hans raked through carefully before laying his hand back down on the bar table. The bartender slid him a beer. Hans cracked the bottle up, downed in all with one go before he adjusted his uniform.

"You are likely aware of the previous failed attempts to colonize this planet. All of these brave people reported multiple strange things happening. Of course, once we got down here, it started up again. You may be aware of some bandits, yeah, normal shit. However, this planet is a whole different story. The organisms make people nervous here. Some incredibly large, others poisonous, and others we've yet to understand." Hans handed Alexei an envelope with a picture and summary of last known whereabouts.

Hans stood up, looked up into the sky and sighed, "I need you to find Dr. Vahlen. Our warp theorist with multitudes of data on her. What she knows and what she has is just about damn good as what's inside of this. The dossier will be sent to Margulius for decryption. Likely Margulius managed to swipe up multiple banks of energy credits over. So we'll have some cash for awhile. Then again, Jared has deep pockets too."

An officer walked over and whispered into Hans' ear, Hans nodded before returning to the squadron, "We last saw her surveying the northern landscape of the Vasari scrubland. Nothing dangerous has been spotted there, but we all know how that goes."

All around, the locals weren't talking at all. They still seem to distrust you.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Previously:
Orders:
1. Lay a Claim to the choice spot along the river for the Hydro-Dam and water purification system, hydroponics farm, and pod facility. (Use 1x Pharmacist to assist with deciding the location)
2. Get the supplies and workforce to the location. (I may have to negotiate for some more workers until I get my people out of stasis.)
3. Negotiate with at lest one group for security needs. (If need be another group to assist with getting my people out of Cryo-sleep but keeping the cryo-chambers intact for future use.)
4. Bartering for the RSS I need AI Core, Capacitor, Cryogenics Core, Airlock systems, and additional equipment I don't have in my ships to build the 4 facilities.

Note: Prioritization of needs: . 1. Water Purification systems 2 Hydroponic Farm 3. Hydroelectric Dam.
Starting Credits for SpaceDandy : 655
Surveying, Identification, and Claiming Process- 8 Hour Time (Next GM Post):

The Pharmacist, while unaccustomed to the soil of Zenith has whipped out the appropriate scanners and various surveying tools to find appropriate soil for crops. It will take some time to find the right areas for the projects ahead. The Pharmacist mentions that the land claimed will be nearby the Faryrm Spire that assembled. Overall, the project will take about five acres of land. While non of your people are accustomed to building dams at the moment, the shipwright knows enough. With all of the shipping materials that the transport ships held onto during the chase in Io, your shipwright concludes that the required metal for the infrastructure for the dam is located. Your gunsmith inventoried all of the hydroponics and water systems and drafts up a design to use on hand components. This design he expects to fill about 25% of the supply for the colony, the shipwright peer-reviewed the draft and agrees. The design will be based around ancient bathhouse designs with the purification systems underneath. The water can be tested in pools above for ensured quality. With some extra tenacity, a public pool/bath area could also be created. It will be up to Oden how to connect the water and the electric to the facility from the citadel.

Naturally, most of the supplies came down with the transport ships as there are no viable land transports down the Mesa. After inventory, the gunsmith and shipwright find:

7 Commercial Grade Water Purifiers- Project using 4 due to power restrictions.
53 Industrial Units of Infrastructure materials(One Industrial unit equals roughly about 2-3 tons of material) - 12 will be used in construction of water purification
59 Units of indoor supplies( Like tiles and stuff) - 4 be used. (One unit equals about .125 tons of material)
7 Hydroponics Units, Commercial Grade
2 Morison Company Generators.
12 Industrial Units of ship parts.
Project can begin on your command once claiming be done.

Your Security Officer has requisitioned aid from the Market Terminal in the citadel. Here are some available workers:
4 Humans, general contractors, offer their services for 150 Credits to construct the Water Purifier
8 Valkyrien, unrelated to the company, offer to help as menial workers for the project for 125 credits.
2 Faryrm applied as Construction professionals for 200 Credits.

For the materials you need, one seller is willing to part with their cryogenics core for 420 credits.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Actions

1 specter sent to drive predators to colonists by implanting the idea of creatures driving them in that direction constantly.

The one causing chaos will be brought to the deamon for judgment after hearing the case

1 poltergeist sent to explore the cave some.

1 ghast sent to rival haunt to declare a sabbat being formed, so resources are needed to be shared until the invaders are gone.

The Specter began the day journey across the redwood forests and grasslands to Trivia Anemone, mind spinning any creature that came too close. Walking through the hills and landscape, scouting for any invaders or changes they made.

The voiceful Aswon approached the Daemon, speaking quickly, "My neighbor has overextended his boundaries into my property. They have build a wall over my garden beds and claimed that I vandalized their property."

The defendant approached, "If a collection of weeds counts as a garden."

The voiceful eyed the defendant, "I created markings as proper to mark my land suited for my family. These markings have been erased and he has replaced them for himself."
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The Poltergeist entered swiftly, passing by the entrance stones. The walls smooth, dark, and damp. The air almost overwhelming in moisture... and invader smells? Traveling farther and farther down became stronger and stronger until a large door, metal and multiple inches thick. Carvings and magic screens danced across the surface as flickering of lightning glazed over the door. A light blinked on beside the Poltergeist. On instinct or uncontrollable feeling, hand placed on the center of the door. Blinking to life for a couple moments until it opens, revealing a wispy, ghost-like figure. Black as night, there is a strange mind on this being. Upon reaching out, the being's eyes glow blue and speak into the Poltergeist's mind.

"Commanded..." The being faded, thrusting out of the cavern over the skin. Scorching the skin. Before even the slightest reaction, the door resealed. A moderate thuum emitted from the door, the light faded and the door dimmed.
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The Ghast arrives at the water source to confront the other haunt. Deliberations take upon briefly before the Aswons agree reluctantly and ask for a meeting place.
Karcen

 

[Zaltusinel]

The Corsair Council, Resource Development Administration, The Cygnus Creed, and The Covenant of Draeth.
Ver'kin Mischief, Galactic Homeland Operations and Special Tactics (GHOST), EV-O Corporation, Vanir Consortium.​

Jared stared off over the Midnight Balcony in Housing District 1, whisky in hand. Staring over blackened, flat fields with massive desert redwoods edging the view just before the horizon. Scents of fresh, tumbling sands clocking in as Ayria, Zenith's star bade farewell. Lights blazed, spotlights screaming into the sky. The handrail thick and smooth to the touch, white as pearls, and stubborn as a Khocobo. Buzzing of small drones and whispers of colonists, Jared heard it all before. Tapping his foot against the bottom railing, Jared chugged the rest of the whisky. Sliding his arm towards his face quickly to open up his transmission panel, selecting the red icon, blazing across. Listening to the message carefully, Jared sighed, adjusted his collar before returning a message, one that went through completely. His hair spiky and all over his face, his beard groomed and proper, his shirt mosaic and earthly colored.

"Greeting EV-O Corporation, we are alive and together. Proceed to landing bay, I will meet you there as my schedule allows. Everything has become more chaotic than you have experienced. We may speak in more detail once on the landing pad." Jared nodded before closing the hail. Turning around, he entered back into Housing District 1 where he met Oden and Margulius. Sitting down, dusting off the table, and smiling at the others.

"Day one has been eventful. All of the preparations and refugee areas functional. Hopefully, no one has the dim idea to incite anything. Maybe I should speak more to provide assurance. However it may be, I remember Oden, some of your questions. Most of Trivia's shortcomings are the new refugees and bandits that live somewhere nearby. With two thousand new people, the citadel can house them, but no infrastructure or resource development was made for a population of that size. While we were on track to be self-sufficient, the Shadow came at a proper time to place us all in a pickle. I am mostly worried about farming locations and providing appropriate foods for our populace. Of course the Faryrm lack the capacity to farm, an alien concept to them. Then again, settling down is an allergy to them."

"Yet Jared, they were once a civilization. Whatever twisted fantasy that may be, Dr. Reve wants to revive that very thing. A monody that Reve wishes to end. Everything we know now ties that old empire with the Shadow itself." Margulius muttered.

Jared coughed politely, "Back on things, Oden, there are multiple species of fauna to tame and use for our ends. Sadly, we never went around taming or classifiying them. Only the horse-like giant bird Khocobo remains the native animal in Trivia. Multiple shows and reports describe beasts of all shapes and sizes; from lizard things to giant feathered monsters. Zenith seems to have it all. If you go out there, heed two things. Never go below ground, and never go where the air stands still. This planet has constant wind patterns, still air is bad news."

Margulius brushed her hair as she move her eyes to the waiter as he awaited the group, "I'll take the salmon with extra lemon juice please." Margulius looked away for a moment, but when Jared pushed his seat back, Margulius rolled her eyes and looked as the waiter popped out a gun. "What you going to do with that? Blow off your ass?"

The waiter laughed, "God, you just don't give a shit these days."

Margulius rolled her eyes again, up-cutting the gun out of the man's hand in an instant. Raising up her high heel to stake the forehead of the man, dropping to the floor quickly. Jared, wide-eyed, coughed and waved over security.

"I guess the bastards haven't change. Brace yourselves, they will be coming soon." As she ended her words, a large thud rippled through the citadel. Red lights replaced the normal white and tan, sirens blaring. Guns shooting out.

A security guard swooped Jared up, Margulius threw over the one swooping her. She walked alongside the other guards as they made for deep in the citadel.

A squadron of bandits dropped outside of the citadel entrance with multiple security personal meeting them. One small corvette circled around the citadel, trying to bypass the shields.

Karcen EMP YumenoTsukishiro KindlyPlagueDoctor Darth Hazeron Ctc9592 SpaceDandy