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OOC THREAD HEREIC THREAD HERE
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The overall plot and arc of this RP was inspired by events that happened in Stellaris in concerns with my despotic Empire and one of the three crises that happened. Of which with a lil cheating I made all three happen. So I decided, "Hey, you know what would be cool. What if I get back on Nationstates and have all the other players interested in inserting their Nation into the Empires in this galaxy and were involved with the Swarm Crisis that lasted for about 200 years or something." It's actually still going on in my save file, but don't worry about it. It's contained. Almost. Now do understand, my writing skills and such, like all others, are a perishable skill. I haven't done this in a while so really I don't mind if players who are interested in this RP are new or old, but the standard of respect for others is held pretty high here, but mostly for the OP.
So the rules are quite simple.
- No God Modding
- Use common sense
- Be reasonable, and logical, in terms of force sizes, battles, etc.
- If something happens and I say, "No Bueno Monsieur." It is Retconned and never happened. My word is law round 'ere. (This will happen VERY RARELY, but don't test me.)
- Respect each other
- Be committed and if you're leaving. Send a TG. Let us know, don't plop out.
- Get a chunk of sentences in there. Keep it interesting!
- Lastly, have fun. Enjoy the story. At least cry once.
- --Extensive use of Sarcasm both IC and OOC is a pre-requisite--
Now, at the beginning, the atmosphere of this RP at first would revolve around mystery and suspicion between others. Terror. Horror. Fear. Worlds will be swallowed and whatever you considered to be famous will be cleansed. Relics, holy sites, everything you held sacred in your nation will be consumed, to an extent. Depending on who's the first nation to get encountered by the dark forces that is. Every Empire in this Galaxy hates each other, But mostly hates me cause my people are an ass. Or not. Dunno. But the point is - you and your people are going to encounter something so sick and disgusting and terrifying that no other galactic knowledge can explain what is happening in front of you. Even Galacticpedia would provide no answer. Fear would play a big part in this story (Unless your people are emotionless turds). Though, that doesn't mean each Nation in this RP doesn't know each other. We've all fought in wars and conflicts, we've all participated in scientific advancements and traded, and especially handled delicate diplomatic affairs. So that barrier between us and others are practically gone. Don't be a stranger lmao.
But anyways, that's all I got so far, but everything else could be handled in the OOC post or in TG. Questions? Send'em my way.
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Backstory:
"That signal I discovered with my team was just a single ping. A single one at first. We've had travelers from other galaxies before, but they were very rare and only happened once as far as I recall. And the chance of it happening again was highly unlikely so I told my team to just ignore it. But the signal came back this time with another ping. It multiplied by ten, then twenty, then a hundred. The frequency and delays between them grew shorter and shorter until it sounded like a single line. Are we going to merge with something? No. Space storm? Not likely. But Before my team and I could localize where the signals were coming from it fell silent. A single ping was the last one we heard and recorded. Just one. But this one caught the galaxy's attention." - Scientist Dredmond on HMS Cascade during a scientific expedition in the Tar Valemm system.
After the years of war and betrayal the Hedron people have experienced, we've become cynical and cautious to every alien species we've come across. We weren't xenophobic at large, unlike previous xenophobic citizens in the Galactic Hedron Combine, if anything we were interested in xeno culture and our galaxy in general. Before diving deeper, a brief history of the Hedron Empire itself.
Before we were the Royal Hedron Empire, emphasizing the empire in there, we were three large factions with what we thought was right. The Royal Hedron Empire, Hedron Alliance, and lastly the Galactic Hedron Combine, the most aggressive one out of the three. Largely from the Year 2200 to 2300, we left each other alone for the most part, but it was until the Year 2323 the Royal Hedron Empire under the decree of Grand Marshal Jane Ushula declared war against our siblings. The Hedron Unification War was the name. To unify our species against the growing xeno threats beyond our borders, at least that was the intent.
Of course, the reaction was met with hostile force and for decades many lives were lost simply because we aggressively pushed our ideals against theirs, but in the end, year 2352 was when the war ended. The Royal Hedron Empire annexed its brothers and sisters and formed the Royal Hedron Empire as we know it today.
That's the short version.
The long version is a more gruesome and indepth history of the Hedronians, but specifically the major galactic struggles we faced. One of which were the Wraiths, which remains to be the closest we, the species of this galaxy, ever faced galactic extinction.
The extradimensional incursion in the Year 2367 in the Tumal Jus'ka system inside a small Alien Empire. The technology they possessed was far beyond our knowledge, and let alone where they came from remains a mystery to us even to this day. But they were hostile and violent, consuming worlds and species without stopping. Grand Marshal Rolf Andbert, a unification war veteran, declared the beings to be a galactic threat and placed the Royal Empire's military and economy into overdrive. Worlds which use to be resorts turned into forge worlds and produced war machines. Scientists tasked to cure galactic diseases were retasked to produce weapons of unimaginable designs, one of which became the infamous Mobile Suits. Sacrifices had to be made and those who went against the decree of the Grand Marshal were purged, a galactic edict not held in high regard with other species.
Year 2368 was when we launched our fleets against the unknown beings, to of which we named them the Wraiths because of their fuzzy distorted features. Under the combined force of almost every sentient race that exists in the galaxy we launched an attack against their system. Knowledge of how they're pooling into our reality was through a portal, largely unknown in construct and meaning, but what we did know was how to defeat them. We launched coordinated strikes against their supply routes and worlds of which they consumed. We fought together until we reached their home sector, of which were casualties were the highest. Their beam-like weapons tore through our shields and ships like butter and consumed them like they never existed. Nevertheless, through the efforts of every species, we destroyed their portal and shortly afterward every Wraith remnant that existed.
It was this war that unified all of us for a single moment. It was possible. It really was, but in the end Hedron Year 2369, Grand Marshal Andbert closed our borders. We focused producing weapons and studying the foreign technology. We accelerated past known realms of science and what could be possible. When we had a chance we shared what we knew with the other species, but never anything past that. Soon afterward the idea of galactic unification soon extended its distance and at any moment we would dive, once again, into a galactic war.
It was until Hedron Year 2396 we found out the reason why. Before defeating the Wraiths, they delivered a final message. A message that said, "If we were not the ones to cleanse the galaxy, they will. And you will all suffer for your incompetence. You chose to avoid misery, but pain. It will be all you know." Cryptic, but a warning nonetheless. We took no chances. Every smaller Empire beyond our borders we annexed into ours. Other Empires viewed this with hostile intent, especially our larger neighbors. Though our intent was not for resources or greed. No. None of the other species would've understood why, but it had to happen. It was necessary. We used our weapons, largely alien in design, but human operated to expand our borders and our Empire. Weapons designed to protect were used differently, but we saw how effective they were. Soon afterwards, those who were smart enough, researched our designs and made their own.
Until the Year 2400, February 23rd, a single anomaly appeared beyond our galaxy. With it came a signal. A single ping. In reply we sent out a ping as well. A message to the galaxy. The first message we would say to our neighbors after almost 30 years of silence.
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Application:
- Code: Select all
[b]Nation Name:[/b] (Name of Nation)
[b]Population:[/b] (General population one would expect.)
[b]Government Type:[/b] (Self-explanatory)
[b]Amount of Systems:[/b] (Amount of systems your Nation/Empire possesses)
[b]Colonized Worlds:[/b] (Amount of worlds your people have colonized)
[b]Primary Species:[/b] (Self-explanatory)
[b]Home World:[/b] (Self-explanatory)
[b]Home Sector:[/b] (Self-explanatory)
[b]Tech Level:[/b] (Future-Tech? Modern-Tech? In-between?)
[b]RP Sample:[/b] (Self-explanatory)
IC Message:
- Code: Select all
[Encryption Code Level: High]
[File Name: Codename - Void]
[Attachments: Audio File]
[Sender: Hedron Intelligence Department]
As the message was opened, a female voice was instantly played from the audio file, "Greetings." A pause before continuing, "This message is from the Royal Hedron Empire under the decree of Grand Marshal Rolf Andbert, delivered by the Hedron Intelligence Department. I would also like to notify that this message is not meant to be saved or distributed, as such this message can only be played once before being self-deleted." A short pause then she continued, "If I would be allowed to introduce myself, my name is Juuian Obverosky, rank and title are irrelevant. I will have to ask you to tolerate this irregular diplomatic maneuver, the amount of time we have left is...little for diplomatic courtesies." She takes a deep breath and exhales, "During the Wraith incursion that many species have participated in eliminating, we received a warning, an ill omen if you will, that will bring all sentient life in the galaxy to extinction. While it sounds much like an illogical superstition, we've had qualified data to support this warning over the years. Do note that this information has not been made public to the populace, yet. Panic and strife is something that you and I would not want to happen within' our own borders. Continuing onwards just recently, and by that I mean a couple months ago, we've been tracking an unusual anomaly in the far outskirts of the galaxy, the anomaly that that everyone could blatantly 'see.' While events like these happen time to time, this certain anomaly is irregular. According to our scientists, the anomaly is, and I quote, 'A living and breathing entity.' It has attempted to communicate with our tracking stations, but so far we've been receiving cryptic pings. More of our scientists are approving the theory that they are judging the distance to the galaxy via radio waves. Though the usage of such is much like primitive sonar technology. Though that is uncertain as of yet."
A little scuffling could be heard in the background, but the voice continues as she clears her throat, "Ahem. While I cannot provide a lot of details in this file, much of it is quite foreign to my knowledge. The Grand Marshal would like to extend an invitation to an urgent galactic meeting, a very rare occasion us Hedronians have yet to perform many times. Grand Marshal Andbert is willing to hold the meeting in person or in a communication of your choice. Though, he would prefer a visual display meeting, a considerate act for the busy schedules you all must have. In this message we've also included a code you may use to 'enter' the meeting. If your species lack the technology to attend this meeting, I'm afraid audio would be the only option for you."
The audio file could be heard stopping before an automated voice replaced the female one, "Message is being erased from your database. Please hold."
Then silence, for a moment. A second later after the message was deleted, a single automated code was generated and presented towards the individual reading. Typed in their own language.
Shortly afterwards, if you were accepted that is, I'll send out a TG asking how your Empire/Nation would fit into this galaxy so all the Players would enter the IC thread with about the same atmosphere and angle of attack. And as always. Have fun!
