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by Godular » Thu Mar 19, 2020 8:15 pm
by Arkeyana » Thu Mar 19, 2020 8:38 pm
by The-International Space Organization » Thu Mar 19, 2020 8:59 pm
The operating crew of the Liner, the moment the sensors had started freaking out, had rapidly fallen back on training over the panic that might be expected in such a scenario. Noting the discrepancies, and charting them all. Such phenomenon could be studied, after-all, and study often lead to a breakthrough in yet another area of science... Along with the highly amusing footage of TK'Rantar doing his best imitation of a red-screened data-core. That was one for the holo-vids.Eisenstern wrote:There was an odd atmosphere rolling in. A sense of impending change, a sourceless, wholly non-physical pressure felt by practically every thinking being. Anything with ears would perhaps be able to register a faint crackle. Anything with hair may have had it stand on end - the effects really were quite varied. As the seconds ticked by, things began to get a little more substantial. Sensors would begin to malfunction - registering ships where there were none, or failing to pick up vessels and objects that were, in fact, right there. Pressure gradients in what should be vacuum, random spots of heat with no apparent source. Visual disruptions, too, had begun to crop up - sparking motes and twisting, wobbling regions of space. They manifested most frequently around the system's stellar bodies, alongside all Octarian vessels in the area - the ISO and Laniakian contingents seemed wholly unaffected. The sole exception was one very particular room aboard the ISO liner - within it, Rantar was beginning to look... a little indistinct. Hazy, perhaps.
It took only a few more minutes for the final stage of proceedings to set in - and do so it did, in a rather spectacular fashion. They came from the system's star - arcing lines of crackling white, springing out into a ring-like formation around the burning sphere. They branched, soon enough - the ring became two, then three, then twenty - a mesh of coils, winding around the orb and fanning out further still. Roots and branches, springing to envelop planet after planet, moon after moon. They wound their way around each and every Octarian ship with meticulous precision, enveloping them all in immobilizing cages of crackling light.
Last of all, there was the ISO liner. Within the meeting room, the air around Rantar had whipped itself into a frenzy - gusts of wind sent his clothing aflutter, and rattled the ventilation grates. Stuhr and the avatar were unaffected, for the crackling curtain of energy remained standing between them. And out of this air there stepped... a figure. Female, most certainly, and identical in proportions to the woman who had stood in the room minutes prior... and yet this was not that selfsame Twisse. Her hair, a billowing stormcloud. Her skin, a spiderweb of crackling plasma. Not eyes, but burning sockets of trans-stellar light, practically boring into Rantar with their radiance. A briefly-opened mouth showed teeth of jagged lightning, and her voice was thunder itself.
"Preparations are complete. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Now, shall we?"
The section of room beyond the barrier grew even less distinct, was filled rapidly with clouds of slate-grey... which gave way to an ever-brightening flash of light. A moment later, there was a rather unimpressive pop as the energy-barrier collapsed - of Rantar and Twisse, there was no trace. Which was, all things considered, a comparatively small worry, sidelined as it was by the disappearance of the entire system.
No star, no planets, no moons. No Octarian ships. Just the ISO and Laniakeans, drifting exactly where they'd been drifting prior, yet now suddenly finding themselves in de-facto deep space. And in the meeting room, nothing save the two representatives, and a lingering smell of ozone
Stuhr simply nodded, seemingly entirely unperturbed by any of the events that just happened- Even as his PDA chimed, Stuhr reading over it than ignoring the remaining alerts. Brushing something off his shoulders, as he did so. "I shall pass the information along, to the relevant authority. I am wholly unsure if I will be there, or someone else shall be." He said, as he turned to leave, the door opening as two marines walked in. "They shall escort you to the air-lock. Farewell, 67-KG-EM." Stuhr then left the diplomatic room, leaving it in silence, expect for the two marines waiting to escort the Trifexian out.Arkeyana wrote:ISO Liner
The Avatar processed the proceeding events, suddenly arranging its plates into what could be considered an offensive arrangement, waiting for any signs of hostility. Once the storm receded, it lowered back into its typical configuration. Without turning to Stuhr, it's voice carried a tone of indignation as it spoke.
"Call it elderly intuition, but I believe that not only did the Interloper and our mutual interest make an arrangement, but our nations may be meeting sooner rather than later. Knowing the alliance." the Avatar spoke. "If you want specifics, an Alliance vessel named "Olive Branch Sword" will be diverted from it's current position. Antique vessel, owned by a different member. A retired warship, cruiser class, roughly four kilometers long. That's what my prediction algorithms state." The machine shifted slightly, ready to be escorted out.
Further out, in the now-void, the massive battleship stirred, blasting off its icy covering in a flash of green as it began advancing inwards towards the Liner, to decrease the travel time between its Avatar and the ship itself. Casting out idle scans, the leviathan vessel found signs of...something, although at the present moment it cared not what it was.
The sensor officers, while pouring over data, noted a few unusual things- Even as they waited for Stuhr to return to the bridge, they noted an unusual mass-signature, which was logged, categorized, and shoved into the back of everyones mind as they focused on other things.Godular wrote:"Well!" Kaz'Ramael said, immediately directing his attention to the sensor readings. "I must say: That is a result."
The scout was relatively simplistic for its kind, specifically geared towards minimal emissions with maximum sensory capacity. Assigned to watch the system for whatever fallout might result from the ill-advised transmission from before, more specifically to gauge the capacities of the various foreign elements now present in the galaxy, it was granted something resembling a ringside seat to the impressive vanishing act that had just taken place.
Some of the other Avatars spoke up:
"It would seem that there are certain entities within this realm that are not particularly restrained."
"That looked like a spacefold, but no tachyon signature, no exotic particles at all! What do we know of that could cause that?"
"A psychoport? Maybe something similar? Whatever it was, it possessed uncommon magnitude."
"There is something familiar about this... oh, it's gonna bug me now."
Kaz'Ramael spoke again: "How precise are our sensor logs?"
"Immaculate, sir. We can see a couple bystander ships have been left behind. Big bastards, both of 'em."
"Keep an eye on 'em, see if they give us a glimpse of their capabilities. I need to get numbercrunchers on what happened here."
by Laiakia » Fri Mar 20, 2020 3:10 am
by Godular » Thu Mar 26, 2020 10:45 pm
by Eidolan Assembly and Titanomachina » Wed Apr 01, 2020 8:13 pm
by Arkeyana » Sat Apr 04, 2020 11:49 am
Trifexian Constructor Fleet XK-VI=======[UNKNOWN ENTITIES]
The Laniakean Alliance would like to request a meeting with one of your vessels, namely in the interests of learning who you are and if our operations interfere with what you call the order and balance.
by The-International Space Organization » Sat Apr 04, 2020 9:36 pm
by Kasa Tkoth Sphere » Mon Apr 06, 2020 12:34 am
I deeply apologize for any lost time during this preceding incident.
You will likely be aware that things are in motion as we speak, and the K-Sphere is taking precautions that do not compromise well with our given values. Since this galaxy has now been shown to be under the domain of beings intending to "balance" it, I cannot imagine operations will be preceding as originally intended.
It is imperative that we complete any remaining data trades or agreements now; there should be no need to stay around long enough to involve them in our business.
by Laiakia » Mon Apr 06, 2020 3:16 am
by Pax Cybertronian » Mon Apr 06, 2020 4:39 pm
Imperial-Octavia wrote:Message from the Octavian Imperium
Hello, neighbouring star nations, I am TK´Rantar and as you could determine from the last transmission it wasn´t encrypted. If you would I would like to request a favour. Instead of finding our colony, you stop a few systems away and when the naval contingent that has been sent to this area pretend as if you had no idea that the colony existed or even the message was sent. I understand why you would be unable to trust me, but as a result of that unencrypted message, I am at a significant risk of being executed or even worse, a punishment shell. Any demands of payment will be delivered to the best of my ability, whether it be financial or something more political. I beg of anything hearing this to show some modicum of mercy to this poor civil servant. The detachment should arrive in a month. Please consider my plea, thank you.
”This is the Decepticon Empire. We’ve received your message and we wish contact you personally further. We will follow what you’ve said, and we’ll arrive. We shall further there and then. It has been some time, however this is an opportunity for the both of us.”
"Mindstorm. We have detected a distortion in the fabric of space; the LAMH 'Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained' has been ejected from its extradimensional refuge. It is currently heading towards the star cluster where the Laniakeans' base of operations had previously been triangulated."
"That will suffice. We may discuss our next move from there, including what to do with the NVNG while it remains in Realspace."
"Very well. I will project myself into the meeting chamber once we convene."
"...You wish to know our intentions, captain? We will answer you; discussing the situation unfolding before you is better than hastily charging into it.
We are a nomadic people. We travel between universes, primarily seeking out those sharing our species' baseline form, such that they may be united under our banner. The reason is threefold- first, to replenish our numbers as we contend with powers far greater than our own. Second, to unlock the power of their 'souls,' which like your people's 'sparks' contains a powerful energy we can harness. And third, at the end of days, to prevent their souls from being destroyed with the rest of reality.
What we take, we preserve. And what we preserve, we empower."
by Godular » Mon Apr 06, 2020 5:37 pm
by Cruciland » Mon Apr 06, 2020 10:44 pm
"...Well, that was rather rude of them. One would think they would know how to contain their own electromagnetic emissions better, but that is neither here nor there now.
We concede that the act of assimilation is, by its nature, a form of subjugation. But, as to whether it is slavery, that answer would depend on how freely one chooses to remain in that collective. Are they 'convinced' to stay, as the 'Freed' who have visited this galaxy are? Or are their minds scrubbed- be it of the will to rebel, or of all free thought? Can you say how repressive we are compared to other expanding empires, or do the means of such ends carry no concern for you?"
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Pax Cybertronian » Mon Apr 27, 2020 1:13 pm
”From what we’ve seen, you’re… uprooting them and sending them towards your dropships. Considering the speed of the process, I don’t think they’ve had enough time to contemplate being added to a hivemind. And regardless of whether or not you’re less repressive than the Decepticons, the IGC or the BBC, that doesn’t mean that we should stand by as you assimilate them and strip them of their freedom.
Actually… on that note… why not just go after Decepticon space? You mentioned that you could go after our sparks, so why not feast on the Decepticons’ sparks instead of the organics here?”
"Attention, all residents and foreign entities of Cymopolia: You have come here for your own reasons, as we have come back for our own. As you have seen, we've come and made our re-entry as neatly as possible. The entities that you have found, have been there for years, almost as long as these empires that last stood here were. You have come into conflict with the order and balance of Cymopolia: and we, have come to restore it to as it was. With your help and possibly without your intrusion, we have a few matters that must be addressed. Do not be alarmed: for this is a matter of galactic diplomacy. We welcome you, and at the same time, hope you may consider your options. If you wish to consult with one of us... merely ask: and then after that, we shall see if you are worthy to aid within our matters. For the time being, however... I bid you farewell."
“To all interested parties - let it be known that the Wandering City of Eisenstern is hereby announcing its presence within this reality, and will open trading posts shortly. Goods of practically any purpose, function, and dimension of origin may be obtained, given the right price. Business may be conducted with any party, regardless of race, ideology or allegiance, provided no hostile intent is made manifest against the Tower or its operatives. Please monitor these frequencies for updates to trading post locations, availability, and potentially obtainable wares. I wish you all a pleasant day.”
"Attention, all residents and foreign entities of Cymopolia: You have come here for your own reasons, as we have come back for our own. As you have seen, we've come and made our re-entry as neatly as possible. The entities that you have found, have been there for years, almost as long as these empires that last stood here were. You have come into conflict with the order and balance of Cymopolia: and we, have come to restore it to as it was. With your help and possibly without your intrusion, we have a few matters that must be addressed. Do not be alarmed: for this is a matter of galactic diplomacy. We welcome you, and at the same time, hope you may consider your options. If you wish to consult with one of us... merely ask: and then after that, we shall see if you are worthy to aid within our matters. For the time being, however... I bid you farewell."
by Godular » Mon Apr 27, 2020 6:17 pm
Ho there, blackguards!
My name is Antares, and I'm here to conduct negotiations for the appropriation of this system, or barring that, the remainder of its sentient population. It would be most wondrous if we could all just call a halt to that planet-based unpleasantness and chat, but it is important to actually STOP those proceedings first!
Hope you don't mind!
by Arkeyana » Wed May 06, 2020 1:52 pm
LANIAKEAN ALLIANCE|WARMIND-IX|INSUFFICIENT VOLUME OF FIRE
"Stopping the proceedings was the original intent of the fleet we had sent prior to our arrival, hostile response forced the Shore of Planets and its escorts to abandone the system, however. Requesting identification of unknown contact."
by Cruciland » Wed May 06, 2020 11:34 pm
"Hmm, yes... Perhaps it is better that I explain the speed at which the inhabitants are recalled first- to soften our image, if nothing else. To begin, we would like for you to consider your own cognitive capabilities. You are mechanical lifeforms like ourselves, forged with sophisticated intelligence using powerful computers- the likes of which would easily eclipse the processing speed of organics such as our quarry. Granted, your intellectual prowess is borne of a body with macroscopic components, but the point remains that our synthetic bodies use faster computing technology than neurons and synapses. Now, consider the implications of assimilation; an individual is covered inside and out with our black goo, after which they enter a state of torpor and are, shall we say... 'left to their thoughts' for awhile. Are you led to believe that they still think about their induction at the same speeds they once were constrained to? Realistically, they would have all the subjective time in the world to debate us in the few short minutes it took to uproot themselves and meet us in the air.
And now, with the clarification of the newly-assimilateds' cognitive speed out of the way, we may address your newest query. The nature of a spark is... different from that of an organic's 'soul.' Both have a metaphysical quality to them, but souls have properties which are easier for us to work with for a plethora of reasons. Part of it has to do with the resonance between souls; we were originally organic, and so our souls resonate strongly with other organic souls, especially those belonging to lifeforms similar to our progenitor species. It's a very fascinating topic- one of which has definitely sparked a lot of reinforcement for our society's latent attraction to homogeneity- but I cannot say if you would truly care for hearing about such studies... Perhaps it would be best to leave it at that."
"...You are insistent on throttling our progress. If you wish for us to cease our activities, then we will agree to an intermission. The titans which appeared in this galaxy have incidentally put us ahead of our normal timetable, in any case."
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Godular » Sat May 16, 2020 11:54 am
Greetings, friend!
My name is Antares, representing an amalgamated concern known simply as the Control Framework. I am empowered to speak on their behalf in regards to any dealings here, with the specified intent of concluding any hostile actions currently enacted by any non-indigenous entities operating within the bounds of this system.
I speak only as one who has only recently arrived in this system, but I noted what appears to be five separate entities that have seemed content to let the current crime-in-progress go uncontested. If what you say is true, you made at least some small attempt at intervention, which places you in a slightly higher standing compared to the others here.
I must ask however: If your military has functionally abandoned the system, what is the reason for your presence here? Morbid fascination, perhaps?
Ah, more words!
You will have to forgive my abrasiveness, but I have cause to doubt your intentions! Due to existing precedent suggesting your efforts to stall for time, I hope you will understand when I state the following:
Seeing is believing.
We will see you stop. Entirely. No more transfers. No more infections. No movement whatsoever. You will freeze in place.
When we see this, we will believe you. When you stop, so too shall we.
We await your reply, in word or action.
by Laiakia » Mon May 18, 2020 2:44 am
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