The Last Stars - OOC/Signups (Closed)

[Novas Arcanum]

WIP

SPECIES
Name:The Katari
Homeworld:Sha Katar
Description:A species of mollusk variant. They have a closed circulation system and three hearts that transports blood across their body. The Katari have respiratory organs that allow them to breathe in oxygen on land as well as specialized gills that allow them to swim indefinitely in water. They have a very high brain to body mass ratio and their brains are highly toned and complex enough to emit X-Waves that allows them to telepathically speak with other members of their species, they lack other forms of communications thus traders and diplomats are often outfitted with communication chips that allow them to speak to members of other species.

The Katari is a very reclusive species, they rarely interact with members of other races. They are divided into various herds that traverse the swampy landscapes of the planet. They are led by the Cultish Elders in the temple city of Nar Sheeva dedicated to the Deep One the only urban center on the entire planet. The Katari is divided into a caste system of warriors, builders farmers, and scientists, as well as the odd trader and diplomat who are tasked with leaving the planet and interacting with other species to secure resources not found on Sha Katar.

They mate during the one hundred year event when the two moons of Sha Katar are aligned in the night sky, the moon rays release sexual hormones within the males and females sending them into a frenzy. The males will glow to attract female mates and also fight amongst each other to have the privilege to mate and shire children. Once the males of mated they perish, their entrails devoured by the predators and scavengers of the planet and their nutrients nourishing the swampy forests of their world, the mothers lay their eggs in the swamp waters and leave never to see their children again.It is the duty of every Katari to survie and contribute to the survial of their species.
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[Lunas Legion]

Do the colours and letters by star systems mean anything?

[Harkback Union]

Do the colours and letters by star systems mean anything?

The stars color and temperature.

Coldest - Y, T, L, M, K, G, F, A, B, O - Hottest

More heat = More warm planets, but also more irradiated planets and planets without atmosphere.

[Harkback Union]

WIP

SPECIES
Name:The Katari
Homeworld:Sha Katar
Description:A species of mollusk variant. They have a closed circulation system and three hearts that transports blood across their body. The Katari have respiratory organs that allow them to breathe in oxygen on land as well as specialized gills that allow them to swim indefinitely in water. They have a very high brain to body mass ratio and their brains are highly toned and complex enough to emit X-Waves that allows them to telepathically speak with other members of their species, they lack other forms of communications thus traders and diplomats are often outfitted with communication chips that allow them to speak to members of other species.

The Katari is a very reclusive species, they rarely interact with members of other races. They are divided into various herds that traverse the swampy landscapes of the planet. They are led by the Cultish Elders in the temple city of Nar Sheeva dedicated to the Deep One the only urban center on the entire planet. The Katari is divided into a caste system of warriors, builders farmers, and scientists, as well as the odd trader and diplomat who are tasked with leaving the planet and interacting with other species to secure resources not found on Sha Katar.

They mate during the one hundred year event when the two moons of Sha Katar are aligned in the night sky, the moon rays release sexual hormones within the males and females sending them into a frenzy. The males will glow to attract female mates and also fight amongst each other to have the privilege to mate and shire children. Once the males of mated they perish, their entrails devoured by the predators and scavengers of the planet and their nutrients nourishing the swampy forests of their world, the mothers lay their eggs in the swamp waters and leave never to see their children again.It is the duty of every Katari to survie and contribute to the survial of their species.
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Better not forget to add those moons.
And swamps.

[Lunas Legion]

Do the colours and letters by star systems mean anything?

The stars color and temperature.

Coldest - Y, T, L, M, K, G, F, A, B, O - Hottest

More heat = More warm planets, but also more irradiated planets and planets without atmosphere.

Ah.

Also I think some of the letter colours in that list don’t match what they are in people’s found lists.

[Harkback Union]

The stars color and temperature.

Coldest - Y, T, L, M, K, G, F, A, B, O - Hottest

More heat = More warm planets, but also more irradiated planets and planets without atmosphere.

Ah.

Also I think some of the letter colours in that list don’t match what they are in people’s found lists.

Possible, although I hope not by much.
The temperature gives you some clue about where to look for habitable worlds. G-stars are sun like, so there it's most likely to be the 3rd planet. Hotter stars have further goldilock zone, colder have it closer.

[Lunas Legion]

Ah.

Also I think some of the letter colours in that list don’t match what they are in people’s found lists.

Possible, although I hope not by much.
The temperature gives you some clue about where to look for habitable worlds. G-stars are sun like, so there it's most likely to be the 3rd planet. Hotter stars have further goldilock zone, colder have it closer.

So the Forgotten’s F-0 is their best shot at a habitable planet initially then.

[Harkback Union]

Possible, although I hope not by much.
The temperature gives you some clue about where to look for habitable worlds. G-stars are sun like, so there it's most likely to be the 3rd planet. Hotter stars have further goldilock zone, colder have it closer.

So the Forgotten’s F-0 is their best shot at a habitable planet initially then.

Its more massive star, may have more planets.

[G-Tech Corporation]

My body is prepared for launch.

[Lunas Legion]

My body is prepared for launch.

I am fully prepared to die horribly by anomaly.

[Harkback Union]

My body is prepared for launch.

T - 10 Hours

[Lunas Legion]

My body is prepared for launch.

T - 10 Hours

Hopefully.

[Pac Kindom]

Tag for am app

[Harkback Union]

Tag for am app

Welcome Pac!

[G-Tech Corporation]

Ah, first post prepped and ready to go. The hype is real.

[Olthenia]

Tag.

[Danceria]

Still not sure whether to go native Deus Vult or space Deus Vult...I may go native just for diversity's sake

[Lunas Legion]

Still not sure whether to go native Deus Vult or space Deus Vult...I may go native just for diversity's sake

Native would be nice, plus bear in mind it might take a while for anyone else to find you.

[Danceria]

Still not sure whether to go native Deus Vult or space Deus Vult...I may go native just for diversity's sake

Native would be nice, plus bear in mind it might take a while for anyone else to find you.

True, but the next question is "how advanced am I"? Industrial age? Information age?

[The Knights of Azorea]

What a stroke of luck that this should come along just as Uni is wrapping up for the foreseeable future.

SPECIES
Name: The Loci or The Flawless
Homeworld: The Loci have ever dwelt in the midst of the stars, as was always their purpose, chasing light and sound out into the void.
Description: The shape and form of an individual Locus is as idiosyncratic as their personality permits. The first iterations consist of an organic core within a perfect shell of interlocking augmentations and cybernetics. The later iterations, those forged after the Enlightenment, are entirely synthetic, comprising lustrous metals and synth-bone - though their forms are shaped to resemble perfected biological examples. The only commonality is that every Locus, at least in modernity, is an immaculate white, and designed with great dishes and smooth planes over their para-humanoid frames, so as to ensure that as much light, sound and shimmering radioactive noise is reflected from them as possible. The majority of them resemble exaggerated humanoids, their chitinous synth-bone limbs lengthened and shaped into dizzying curves and planes. Their faces, when they possess such, are emulations of their own idealised recreations of encountered biological forms. The sensory organs and consciousnesses of the Loci are distributed throughout, and even beyond their bodies - webs of sensors sit in nodes around the body - the most pious covering their entire body in such, in order to share in the perpetual song of light and sound fully. Most distressingly to many organic xeno-forms, though, is the way in which the Flawless speak -through the mimicry and intensification of background noise, usually of the electromagnetic signals of the local area, producing an unsettlingly 'choral' effect.
History: The first Flawless were the product of a zealous madness. A biological form, now unknown, crafted The Perfect by hand and by accident in the attempt to wrap the dying remains of its beloved in a frame capable of keeping them alive, and of reflecting the perfect beauty it saw in them. From there, others of dying forms begged to be so immortalised (either by their words or by their beauty alone). Soon enough, the organic forms of dozens of species had been made flawless. When they could find no more biological forms in their local cluster fit to be perfected, the first iteration forms began to replicate themselves, splitting their organic cores down into smaller and smaller portions until only a thin web of true cells sat in each form. Ultimately, the final forgings of the first iteration produced Loci only in the barest sense tied to the organic things they had once been, their minds swimming in half-formed memories of the beauty that had motivated them in life. They existed in the midst of the void for a long time, then, launching away from the empty, quiet cluster their decadent forebears had destroyed in search of beauty towards the nearest other signs of life. They heard the call of distant worlds, and followed it.

In this siren call came both their flourishing and their fall. The Loci, after centuries in the dark, hoarded sound, light and the very radiation underlying the universe itself. They spawned in themselves a desire for the distant sound and light that quickly became insatiable. They re-shaped and re-coloured themselves to better catch and take in the light, until their avarice began to tear them apart. The first iteration forms came to believe that the flesh of their cores was the source of the light that sustained them, and so began the Kinslaying. Forms slaughtered one another for the true flesh of the old biological forms and hoarded the ingrained memories they could recover. Ships descended into darkness as perfect forms weaponised themselves. Feuds roiled unending in the dark as engines fell silent. For time beyond measure the flawless hunted in the dark, until only a few thousand forms remained awake. An iteration of The Perfect, the only shell of their essence left, managed to awaken the comms system of one of the vessels, and the darkness was pierced all at once by noise. Some did not heed it, and were purged. Most, though, came to the call, and were re-made. The Fourth Perfect had looked into the dark, and they had seen the death of the stars. Their sensors had flared and gone silent as they witnessed the dying of the light. The Loci with him, the flawless, were shaped into rightful forms - made to gleam white and built to reflect noise into the dark, not to steal it inward. The Fourth Perfect's re-shaping came to be known as the Enlightenment, and with it began the Parabola.

FACTION
Name: The Parabola
Ideology: Faith, Planning. The Parabola is built to reflect noise and light into the dark. They wish ceaselessly to follow the creed of the Fourth Perfect to enlighten the universe again, to fill the endless expanse with sound and joyful exaltation. They believe, and so are directed - their flawless forms turned to the pursuit of the True Noise.
Background: Cosmic Refugees - In the endless distance of billions of years, the Flawless fled the dying cluster of their birth. No foe pursued them, but the darkness they carried with them was enough.
History: The faithful of the Fourth Perfect, the Parabola spent a long time scanning the darkness. They lay in observation decks, filled themselves with sensors and speakers, calling into the void and hearing nothing back. They despaired - had they in their hubris allowed the universe to die around them? Would they never hear the song again? But the Fourth Perfect assured them. It had heard the song of distant suns, the resounding harmonies of the Hypernovae, and in the vast banks of his eldritch, half-machine memory he knew where the crescendo, the ending, would be. The shells of the dead were melted in great furnaces - their essence taken and stored within the Perfect, and forms were finally made without flesh at all in them. The second iteration. By then, it was little to grow the gleaming white synthbone and sensor-nerves - where once the cells of the living had been needed, now all that was required was biomass and labour. The ships were re-shaped utterly, turned gleaming white and set on course towards the distant light. Ever since, the Flawless have prepared themselves. Now, they arrive for the first time in endless eons amidst the light and sound, eager to spread their ecstasy.
Leader: The Fourth Perfect

Tech Category Choices: - 2 Starting Tier 1 Technologies of your choice (Atomic Power, 0-G Construction), 1 Random Tier 2 Technology from a category of your choice (Cybernetics).

[Harkback Union]

Native would be nice, plus bear in mind it might take a while for anyone else to find you.

True, but the next question is "how advanced am I"? Industrial age? Information age?

Anywhere from 1700-1950

[Harkback Union]

What a stroke of luck that this should come along just as Uni is wrapping up for the foreseeable future.

SPECIES
Name: The Loci or The Flawless
Homeworld: The Loci have ever dwelt in the midst of the stars, as was always their purpose, chasing light and sound out into the void.
Description: The shape and form of an individual Locus is as idiosyncratic as their personality permits. The first iterations consist of an organic core within a perfect shell of interlocking augmentations and cybernetics. The later iterations, those forged after the Enlightenment, are entirely synthetic, comprising lustrous metals and synth-bone - though their forms are shaped to resemble perfected biological examples. The only commonality is that every Locus, at least in modernity, is an immaculate white, and designed with great dishes and smooth planes over their para-humanoid frames, so as to ensure that as much light, sound and shimmering radioactive noise is reflected from them as possible. The majority of them resemble exaggerated humanoids, their chitinous synth-bone limbs lengthened and shaped into dizzying curves and planes. Their faces, when they possess such, are emulations of their own idealised recreations of encountered biological forms. The sensory organs and consciousnesses of the Loci are distributed throughout, and even beyond their bodies - webs of sensors sit in nodes around the body - the most pious covering their entire body in such, in order to share in the perpetual song of light and sound fully. Most distressingly to many organic xeno-forms, though, is the way in which the Flawless speak -through the mimicry and intensification of background noise, usually of the electromagnetic signals of the local area, producing an unsettlingly 'choral' effect.
History: The first Flawless were the product of a zealous madness. A biological form, now unknown, crafted The Perfect by hand and by accident in the attempt to wrap the dying remains of its beloved in a frame capable of keeping them alive, and of reflecting the perfect beauty it saw in them. From there, others of dying forms begged to be so immortalised (either by their words or by their beauty alone). Soon enough, the organic forms of dozens of species had been made flawless. When they could find no more biological forms in their local cluster fit to be perfected, the first iteration forms began to replicate themselves, splitting their organic cores down into smaller and smaller portions until only a thin web of true cells sat in each form. Ultimately, the final forgings of the first iteration produced Loci only in the barest sense tied to the organic things they had once been, their minds swimming in half-formed memories of the beauty that had motivated them in life. They existed in the midst of the void for a long time, then, launching away from the empty, quiet cluster their decadent forebears had destroyed in search of beauty towards the nearest other signs of life. They heard the call of distant worlds, and followed it.

In this siren call came both their flourishing and their fall. The Loci, after centuries in the dark, hoarded sound, light and the very radiation underlying the universe itself. They spawned in themselves a desire for the distant sound and light that quickly became insatiable. They re-shaped and re-coloured themselves to better catch and take in the light, until their avarice began to tear them apart. The first iteration forms came to believe that the flesh of their cores was the source of the light that sustained them, and so began the Kinslaying. Forms slaughtered one another for the true flesh of the old biological forms and hoarded the ingrained memories they could recover. Ships descended into darkness as perfect forms weaponised themselves. Feuds roiled unending in the dark as engines fell silent. For time beyond measure the flawless hunted in the dark, until only a few thousand forms remained awake. An iteration of The Perfect, the only shell of their essence left, managed to awaken the comms system of one of the vessels, and the darkness was pierced all at once by noise. Some did not heed it, and were purged. Most, though, came to the call, and were re-made. The Fourth Perfect had looked into the dark, and they had seen the death of the stars. Their sensors had flared and gone silent as they witnessed the dying of the light. The Loci with him, the flawless, were shaped into rightful forms - made to gleam white and built to reflect noise into the dark, not to steal it inward. The Fourth Perfect's re-shaping came to be known as the Enlightenment, and with it began the Parabola.

FACTION
Name: The Parabola
Ideology: Faith, Planning. The Parabola is built to reflect noise and light into the dark. They wish ceaselessly to follow the creed of the Fourth Perfect to enlighten the universe again, to fill the endless expanse with sound and joyful exaltation. They believe, and so are directed - their flawless forms turned to the pursuit of the True Noise.
Background: Cosmic Refugees - In the endless distance of billions of years, the Flawless fled the dying cluster of their birth. No foe pursued them, but the darkness they carried with them was enough.
History: The faithful of the Fourth Perfect, the Parabola spent a long time scanning the darkness. They lay in observation decks, filled themselves with sensors and speakers, calling into the void and hearing nothing back. They despaired - had they in their hubris allowed the universe to die around them? Would they never hear the song again? But the Fourth Perfect assured them. It had heard the song of distant suns, the resounding harmonies of the Hypernovae, and in the vast banks of his eldritch, half-machine memory he knew where the crescendo, the ending, would be. The shells of the dead were melted in great furnaces - their essence taken and stored within the Perfect, and forms were finally made without flesh at all in them. The second iteration. By then, it was little to grow the gleaming white synthbone and sensor-nerves - where once the cells of the living had been needed, now all that was required was biomass and labour. The ships were re-shaped utterly, turned gleaming white and set on course towards the distant light. Ever since, the Flawless have prepared themselves. Now, they arrive for the first time in endless eons amidst the light and sound, eager to spread their ecstasy.
Leader: The Fourth Perfect

Half-synthetic, if I understand correctly?
Would you like some special mechanics?

[Yuzhou]

Alright a few questions rising to the surface as we inch ever closer to L-hour.

What does the --- at the bottom of the systems mean?
For remnants and science expeditions, our only real move for the first turn is to explore systems, two to be precise (or three for a certain faction...)
I see mention of radiotelescopes, but can't find them anywhere in the mechanics. Very possible I'm just missing it, but, how build?

[G-Tech Corporation]

Alright a few questions rising to the surface as we inch ever closer to L-hour.

What does the --- at the bottom of the systems mean?
For remnants and science expeditions, our only real move for the first turn is to explore systems, two to be precise (or three for a certain faction...)
I see mention of radiotelescopes, but can't find them anywhere in the mechanics. Very possible I'm just missing it, but, how build?

Telescope Array - AUTOMATED. Cannot be inhabited by population, does not require workers! Requires at least 1 University/Scientific colony nearby operating it. Required to locate new systems and search for alien signals. 5 Modes of operations.
- At the price of 1 Energy per turn, it may transmit 1 known technology to another faction which has a Telescope Array (over the course of 1 turn).
- May passively search for stars and alien signals. If a star or signal is found, it will be added to your list of known systems and can be visited.
- May broadcast a signal with any message. May even broadcast a technology for anyone to learn. Anyone listening has a 20% chance to detect. (100% if supplied with 1 Energy)

under Basic Colonies - so they cost 5 Credits to erect, but need a Scientific Colony nearby to operate without a pop.

[Danceria]

Right, now I've got my heart set on making a native civilization at the beginning of it's cold war/atomic era. Problem is, I'm not quite sure what kind of star my planet will be orbiting.