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Beyond Infinity [Closed/FT]

Postby Oostfalea » Wed Sep 12, 2018 6:35 pm

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BEYOND INFINITY

Five Galactic Cycles had passed since the end of the Galactic Conflict that had lasted 2,800 years. Entire systems were decimated, and scientific progress pushed back tens of thousands of years. What remained in the ashes of the conflict began rebuilding; primitive beings who barely knew how to light fires, surrounded by the wrecks of hundreds of warships and the bodies of millions of unknown species. Some worshipped these items, while others wanted to unlock the potential of these technologies that had been long-forgotten. Derelict space-faring vessels floated in space, forming artificial asteroid fields around planets. Many ancient historians looked up into the skies and documented floating chunks of metal "above the clouds", occasionally raining down on the people below who still didn't have a clue what they were or why they were there in the first place.

Thousands of years passed, and what civilisations had grown and prospered in the wake of the Galactic Conflict began to scavenge the orbiting spacecraft. It took hundreds of more years for these technologies to be implemented into their own designs, but the result was a jump-start of almost a thousand years of science and medicine. What was found in these ships proved invaluable, and as these new civilisations probed the stars, they found ancient ruins. Again, many worshipped these ruins, treating them as shrines to their overlords. Others harvested what was found and sold them for a fortune. But what was common among all these ruins was a single light that blinked once every minute. No one knew what it meant, and no one could find a way to stop it. Every light on every ruin blinked in synchrony.

Now the first kindlings of space travel had been set, and hundreds of civilisations built numerous starships and off-world colonies. Faster-than-light travel, although still in its infancy, had been instrumental in allowing ships to traverse great distances in small spans of time. It would only be a matter of time before these civilisations would come across one another.

CIVILISATIONS

  • The Unitary Galactic Republic
  • The Confederation of Shield Systems
  • The Galactic Kami Empire

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Postby Oostfalea » Fri Sep 14, 2018 8:27 am

Surface of Sincere-4424, DWX-366-C1
22nd Saggitarius, 4633 GS
1106 Hours (Local)
Gunnery Sergeant Julian-0313


Sincere-4424 was the Unitary Galactic Federation's first colony, established in 3991 GS. It is used as a training facility and manufacturing planet for the UGF, and hence was bristling with near-orbit and surface defence stations. For any new grunt enlisting into the UGSDF, Sincere-4424 would be their home for the next 2 years before being dispatched to different units across Federation-controlled space. Julian-0313 (born Julian McCoy) was born on the homeworld of Haven-1. Besides a few days on leave or medical emergencies, Julian hasn't set foot on Haven-1 for the last 33 years of his life. He had enlisted after Compulsory Education, at the age of 13, despite the protests of his parents.

Julian-0313 was a Generation-2 trooper, Legionnaires as they are known, put in command of Alfa Team, 88th Galactic Troopers. Alpha Company had been stationed on Sincere-4424 for the past 5 years, the Galaxy's Finest having little use in times of peace. Julian's years had been spent mostly roughing up the Citizen Army's new recruits, as well as the daily 60-kilometre route march. Julian and his team traversed the hills surrounding basecamp. Overhead, transport vessels carried cargo, sailors and soldiers to the ships docked at the Naval Dockyard in orbit around Sincere-4424. Alfa team consisted of two Gen-2 troopers, Julian himself and Zhang-2203. Generation-2 troopers donned the Chainmail-1 Augmented Combat Protection armour. Encased in titanium-carbide and kevlar-ceramic plates, and a Steeltex body glove, it made the user nearly impervious to kinetic weaponry and explosives. Legionnaires also wear the Mk3 TAS helmet.

Besides Julian and Zhang, the team also consists of four Gen-1 troopers, Benjamin-1444, Wes-7000, C'Rhil-9103 and Sandra-0004. As the team trekked through the marshes, a Frog transporter landed in a clearing to their one-o'clock. The rotor wash sent shrubs, water and rocks flying into the air before the four engines were powered down. A man exited the Frog and approached Julian,

"Sergeant, Admiral Homeini would like a word with you back at camp. It is of the utmost importance that you and your team return to base ASAP. Come this way, troopers."

Alfa team boarded the transport aircraft, its engines spooling up once more. Flying above the trees, Julian saw the green forest pockmarked with openings where industries were being developed. In the distance, dense smog carpeted the innumerable smokestacks of armaments factories. Small arms, ammunition, torpedoes and tactical nukes were all being produced on Sincere-4424's surface. Parts for Starfleet vessels were being towed into space to be assembled, highways burning paths across the landscape. The sprawling industrial zone was known as the Forge, its robot workers slaving tirelessly to maintain the Galactic armed forces. The Frog descended into an opening where the Admiral's transport had landed. The troopers jumped out the side of the transport before it could even hover above the clearing, the impact of their fall absorbed.

"Inertial negators engaged."

The admiral approached Julian, dossier in hand, "Fine morning, Gunny. Federation research vessel Sapphire Hunter is reported Missing-in-Action in the Paragon-16C supernova remnant at 0400 Hours this morning. 64 lightyears, Gunny. You and your team will be boarding the newest addition to the Federation Starfleet at 1700 hours, the Advanced Reconcilliation. High Command wants you to find the Sapphire Hunter and report back to me."

Admiral Nasheed Homeini was a grizzled veteran of numerous insurrections and rebellions. He had greying hair, tucked neatly under his jockey hat, and a deep scar running across the side of his neck. Julian knew Homeini on a first name basis, and Homeini used Julian as his fingers in the Galactic Trooper Corps. The Admiral handed Julian the dossier, filled with the ship's crew, registered cargo and return date. The ship was due to return four months ago, but only now it was being brought up.

"Sure thing, Admiral."

Orbit of Sincere-4424, DWX-366-C1
22nd Saggitarius, 4633 GS
2715 Hours (Local)
Commodore N'dima-0954

The Advanced Reconcilliation was Starfleet's newest Avenger-class light cruiser. State-of-the-Art warp drives, Phase-2 Artificial Intelligence and a bristling array of Mass Drivers and Nuclear Missile bays. She and her sister vessel, the Herald of Peace, would be dispatched to Paragon-16C to investigate the loss of contact with the Sapphire Hunter.

"Spacedock this is Advanced Reconciliation, commencing support-arm-jettison procedure, over."

"Affirmative... Good luck, Commodore. Approach Warp Gate Installation Oh-One for Drive, out."

The Advanced Reconcilliation aligned itself parallel with the Herald of Peace as they moved closer to the warp gate installation. A warp gate essentially acted as an instantaneous portal to another part of the galaxy. The only catch was it needed to be built first. The warp gate glowed a menacing deep blue as the installation powered-up. The 1.4 kilometre long cruisers looked minuscule to the size of the warp gate. The ships moved forwards, slowly entering the warp portal.

"This is the Herald of Peace, arriving in XV Sigma-22. Ceasing radio communication with Sincere spacedock."

N'dima stared out of the bridge's windows as the ship was engulfed in pitch darkness for a split-second. Immediately afterwards, the light of stars and sun of XV Sigma-22 were blinding. XV Sigma-22 was 6 lightyears closer to the target destination, which would save about 4 months on the journey. Both ships aligned towards the dark void of space, the Advanced Reconcilliation listing to port.

"Coxswain Robert, calculate warp jump trajectory and arrival time. Broadcast to all aboard: ready cryogenic pods for interstellar travel."

"Aye, aye, Sir."

The distinctly digital voice of the ship's AI rang through the intercom, "All hands aboard the Advanced Reconciliation, proceed to cryo-pods. Estimated time to arrival: 6.4 years. Coxswain Robert, you may relieve control of the vessel. Have a safe sleep, Commodore."

As the ship leapt forward into warp speed, N'dima and the rest of the crew aboard were frozen in their cryo-pods. The last thing N'dima remembered was the shutting of the door and subsequent pumping of sedatives into the pod.

"Warp drives active. Hazard assessment protocol loaded. Crew cryogenic procedure complete. Have a safe sleep, Advanced Reconciliation."

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Postby Terudel » Sat Sep 15, 2018 2:34 am

Akimoto Palace, Manget, CHUBA-K20-L9
23rd Saggitarius, 4633 GS
0945 Hours (Local)
Empress Akimoto Hitomi


"Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!" The people of Reddoreik, the capital city of the Manget, greeted their new Empress. Hitomi waved at the people, trying to hold back her tears. Her father, the late Emperor Akimoto Taki, had died 2 days earlier, at an old age of 570. She was a young Kobito, only 16. She has no idea of how to rule an empire the size of 2 star systems. As she climbed the stairs to the Akimoto Palace, she was greeted by Premier Yamada Asahi, who bowed and showed her the way to her throne.
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Akimoto Palace

"My Empress, I am very sorry for your loss. Emperor Taki was a great ruler, respected by his servants. I believe you will be too." Hitomi had lost her mother, Empress Sachi, when she was an infant. She sat on her throne and asked Yamada, "What was the last thing that my father did before he died?"

Yamada hesitated. He was not sure how to say it to Hitomi. "My Empress, your father was in the midst of creating a superweapon, with enough firepower to destroy countless of systems. He wanted to protect our Empire from those who wish to bring it down."

Hitomi took some time to process the information. "Very well, continue the construction. If it is meant to protect our Empire, then we shall not halt its development. Is our army protecting it?"

"Yes, my Empress. The EM have been deployed to protect it. We have sent 9 Omega Destroyers and 82 Racemic Speed Fighters." Yamada assured Hitomi that it will bring peace to her Empire. Hitomi, out of respect, simply agreed to it.


8254-Redrich, Taiva, CHUBA-K20-L9
23rd Saggitarius, 4633 GS
1456 Hours (Local)
General Watase Mareo


General Watase surveyed the Dreadnaught Manufactory in the technological city, 8254-Redrich. The first dreadnaught was already finished and is ready for operation. The engineer, Teshima Subaru, bowed and greeted Watase. "General, the IV-class Dreadnaught is complete. Please inform the Empress. It is called Sakura."
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IV-Class Dreadnaught, Sakura

"It is wonderful! Great job engineer. The Empress will be pleased with the design. I will take the ship to Manget," The General contacted Sergeant Tsuji Tsukasa to prepare. The pilots were already in their stations, waiting for the command to fly the dreadnaught. The General met with Admiral Kibe Kosho. "Admiral, are we ready?" The Admiral nodded.

"Prepare for take-off. Once we are out of the atmosphere, we will jump to Chokukan (hyperspace)," The Admiral commanded. General Watase contacted Empress Hitomi and informed her, "We're coming."
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Aboard the IV-Class Dreadnaught Sakura, CHUBA-K20-L9
23rd Saggitarius, 4633 GS
2145 Hours (Local)
Admiral Kibe Kosho


"Admiral, there is a distress signal coming from our base in Destron," one of the pilots said. Admiral Kibe walked over to the pilot's station and tried to make contact with the base. They were approaching Manget soon when the distress signal came in.

The base commander, Kimura Kenji, answered, "Admiral, the rebels from QP-957 have launched an all-out attack on the planet. We are ill-equipped and all our tanks have been destroyed. We need reinforcements." Before the Admiral could speak a word, the signal was cut off.

"Coming off hyperspace. Approaching space dock 234. Prepare landing crafts," The pilot announced. Admiral Kibe had a word with General Watase. "General, we would need to inform the Empress about the attack in Destron. The rebels in CHUBA-K7-L1 have become more daring after Emperor Taki had passed away. The Empress must show them that we are not to be messed with."

The General nodded and both made their way to board the landing craft. They were greeted by a female pilot, Amari Juri. "Welcome aboard. Make yourselves comfortable." The landing craft was launched from the capital ship and made its way towards the atmosphere of Manget. "Landing base 3, this is LC-185. Requesting permission to land. Over."

"LC-185, please verify your landing code. Over." Juri inputted the landing code on the main computer and waited for the response.

"Landing clearance granted. Dock 45 open." Juri slowed the craft down and made a quick turn towards Dock 45. "Welcome to Manget," Juri whispered. The two were greeted by Premier Yamada, who immediately told them that the Empress is worried about the situation in Destron. "The Empress is not happy about the rebels. The superweapon construction could be halted if the rebels take control of Destron. We must crush the rebellion with one swift attack. The Empress has authorised the invasion of the rebel base in Putch. Most of their fleet is stationed there. We must be quick if we want to end this once and for all."

General Watase and Admiral Kibe agreed.


Aboard Omega Destroyer Arufa, CHUBA-K20-L9
24th Saggitarius, 4633 GS
1534 Hours (Local)
Admiral Kibe Kosho


"Prepare to jump to chokukan. Once we reach our destination, I want Racemic Fighters deployed. Destroyers will be full speed ahead. Near the planet of Putch, transporters will make their way towards the atmosphere." The Admiral walked down the bridge and watched as the destroyer jumped to chokukan. He decided to make contact with Commander Kimura Kenji.
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Racemic Fighter

"Commander, reinforcements are on their way to Destron. The Empress has authorised me to lead an invasion of Putch. Majority of the rebel fleet is stationed there. Once the reinforcements arrive in Destron, General Watase will take over. We will simultaneously wipe out the rebels."

"Understood, Admiral. I shall wait for the reinforcements. I wish you good luck for the invasion."

Admiral Kibe gave one last order, "The Vaporisers will vaporise the rebels into ashes once we have captured their base. The TX-225 tanks will also be deployed to blow up the entire star fleet as well as their land units. The destroyers in space will ensure that no starship leaves the planet."

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Postby Nestiland » Sat Sep 15, 2018 8:16 am

Inner Surface of Ascension's Dawn, Sector of Truth Lane 343,
Wings of Authority Building interrogation room 16
4th Jool (22nd Saggitarius), 2991 A.C.P. (4633 GS)
0930 Hours (Local)
Dr. Thel Va Montgomery


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Ascension's Dawn Shield World


"Tell me about the children.........."
"Doctor?......"

"You pretty much know everything."

"You kidnapped them."

"Children's minds are more susceptible to indoctrination. Thus,... making their bodies more adaptable to augmentation. The result? The limits of the Sentinel capabilities are being pushed far. Thus, producing the ultimate soldier." Dr. Thel Va Montgomery was one of the few lead scientists that headed the Zealot program a few years before the Sentinel-Hive war on 2870 A.C.P (4515 GS). Subjects are taken away when they are of young age. During augmentation, subjects undergo advanced material grafting into the skeletal structure during Carbide Ceramic Ossification which makes the bones virtually indestructible, an injection of protein complex to increase muscle and tissue density and to dampen the production of lactic acid in muscles, occipital capillary reversal to increase visual perception and superconducting fibrification of neural dendrites to increase reflexes and intelligence. The Zealots where initially used to combat insurrectionists in the systems where The Octavium Confederacy now known as The Confederation of Shield Systems used to control. The Zealots saw a lot of action during the Sentinel-Hive war which lasted for about 120 galactic standard years. Although the Sentinels were defeated and most of the Sentinel population was decimated by the parasite, the Zealots were able overcome suicidal missions for the rest of the population to retreat into shield installations.

"Because of our great efforts and successes,..when the Hive invaded, we were ready." said the scientist.

"Doctor,. You are bending history and playing god for your own favor and you should know that."
"You developed the Zealots as a temporary solution to destroy insurrectionists and Sentinel rebellion and not fight the Hive..You agreed to dissolve the program after the rebellion program was settled as it received little approval."

"When was the last time you read the terms and conditions? When my Zealots stood in between Sentinel kind and extinction, no one was concerned why they were originally "built". They were even seen as heroes, beacons of light that provided hope."

"So in the end you felt that your choices were justified? the Unwaivering Knights, which showed more productivity in the battlefield, were purposely made to replace your 'beacon of light' and to combat the Hive."

"My work..saved the Sentinel race..If we were to wait for that petty Unwaivering program,which digitized unwilling citizens at times of desperation towards the end of the war,.. I don't think there's much left of the Sentinel race.

"Do you think the Zealots' lack of basic Sentinelity helped? Records show that subjects exhibits mild sociopathic tendencies and difficulty with socialization as one of the countless side-effects of augmentation."

"The records show efficient behaviour operating during hazardous situations..and the program provides the correct tools to maintain that efficiency. Many mistake Zealots as mere military hardware..my Zealots are Sentinelity's next step to our destiny...as a species. So do not underestimate them."
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Postby Terudel » Sat Sep 15, 2018 11:20 pm

218-Yield, Putch, CHUBA-K7-L1
24th Saggitarius, 4633 GS
1956 Hours (Local)
Sergeant Tsuji Tsukasa


"Good luck, Sergeant. Your Empress will not be pleased if you do not return in one piece," Admiral Kibe chuckled.

"She sure won't, Admiral. Don't worry. I'll blast these rebel scums before dawn breaks." Sergeant Tsuji put on his magnesium silicon carbide helmet and took his DC-15A blaster rifle with him. He did a last head count before signaling to his team to make their way to the docking hangar.

Sergeant Tsuji walked up to the front of his squad, "All right, Gold Squadron, I want to make this clear. Once we reach 218-Yield, be ready. The rebel base is just a walk away. Do not hesitate to shoot. Minimal casualties on our side. Understood?" The men saluted and Tsuji told them to get in the transporter. The transporter launched from the docking hangar and made its way towards Putch. They were surrounded by Racemic Fighters to protect them from rebel ships.

"Deflector shields are up. Just be prepared. This will be a rough one," said one of the pilots. The transporter made a beeline towards the planet. They were met with lots of resistance from the rebel fleet but the deflector shields were enough to protect their descent. The speed fighters were able to obliterate the small fighters from the rebel fleet.

"Good thing they didn't knock off our shields or we would have been fried once we reach the atmosphere," the pilot said. The men got ready and once the transporter had landed, they charged out and started firing. They were able to wipe out the rebel guards easily with little resistance. There were a total of 15 squadrons deployed in the city. There were also tanks deployed. The tanks started to fire at the rebel starships parked at the hangar.

"Seal the entrances!" screamed one of the rebel personnel before he was shot in the face by Sergeant Tsuji. The tanks continued to fire, preventing the rebels from closing the blast doors. Instantly, a quarter of the rebel fleet had been destroyed. In the command center, the rebel leader, John Reezer, was giving a speech to his people.

"The Empire has promised the people of CHUBA-K7-L1 freedom from a doomed existence, but the people will not find any salvation as they will perish sooner or later. That is why we exist. The rebellion will bring an end to..." The tank directed at the command center and fired.

"Run! Run! Run! Get in the ships and leave!" Reezer commanded. He was wounded, but he had no time to think of the pain. Sergeant Tsuji was watching silently from a distance, aiming at Reezer.

"Admiral, tell the fighters to prepare. The rebels are trying to evacuate. Some might find their way out of the planet. We might not be able to obliterate all of them."

"I hope the situation is well under control there, Sergeant. I do not expect a huge number of rebel ships making their way out of the atmosphere."

"I assure you that will not happen, Admiral." As Reezer ran for the transport ship, Tsuji fired a plasma bolt directly at his head. Reezer's head blew up instantly.

"Bullseye!" Sergeant Tsuji pointed at the two transport ships taking off. The tanks fired multiple plasma bolts, destroying the ships.

"Slaughter the rest. Good job everyone." Tsuji made his way back to the transporter, patting himself on the back.

Aboard Omega Destroyer Arufa, CHUBA-K20-L9
25th Saggitarius, 4633 GS
0326 Hours (Local)
Sergeant Tsuji Tsukasa


"Well, Sergeant, you did a great job out there. Promotion might be near for you," The Admiral said.
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(Left to Right) Sergeant Tsuji, Admiral Kibe, Sergeant Watanabe

Sergeant Tsuji jokingly said, "Promoted to Emperor when I get married to Hitomi." The two other men frowned.

The Admiral spoke, "Sergeant, do not make such remarks. The title of Emperor is only given to members of the royal family. Besides, only a man from a noble family can get formally married to the Empress. For you, at most, you will be one of the Empress' men. But for someone like you, it would be a waste to do so. You have a bright future in the military ahead of you. Why would you throw that away just to become one of her men?"

Tsuji was silent for a moment. He replied, "Hitomi is the Empress. I am sure she can do anything she wants. And I know that she wants me to be her Emperor."

"Do not be too ambitious, Sergeant. Empress Hitomi is the ruler of this empire and no one else. Even so, she will not do such a reckless thing like proclaim you as Emperor. She knows very well that that will result in instantaneous rebellion from her people. Besides, love is blind. You need to see the bigger picture. If for example she really does proclaim you as Emperor, in the end she will have to suffer. You know very well that if she suffers, you will be blamed for it. The people will see you as the one who seduced the Empress to gain power. You would be killed as well as your entire family. Think twice before doing anything, Tsuji."

Tsuji laughed and said, "You know I was joking, right? Of course I know that I can never be Emperor. I don't even want to be the Emperor. I am happy as a soldier. A soldier that does anything to protect the Empress and her Empire." The Admiral slowly nodded, still not convinced by what Tsuji has said.

"Just don't do anything stupid, Tsuji." The destroyer finally got out of chokukan. The planet of Manget was visible from the window of the bridge.

"Approaching space dock 234. Prepare landing crafts," the main pilot said.

"Home sweet home," Tsuji whispered.

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Postby Nestiland » Sun Sep 16, 2018 7:51 am

The abandoned Octavium-class dreadnought, Mantle's Creation,
5th Jool (24th Saggitarius), 2991 A.C.P. (4633 GS)
2000 Hours (Local)
Hive mind- The One Who Oversees



"Do not go gentle into the silent night,

With age, nothing was never meant to please,

Not far from the deep glow of the dying celestial body,

In the remains of the abandoned war machine lies the one who oversees,

Intentions of conquest and annihilation was never meant to be,

But to uphold a balance and vanish the wretched was of cogency,

With time, It comes as a realization that the precursors were at the wrong,

Do not go gentle into the silent night,

Rage against the ascension of the dying light,


Products of evolution, though ambitious and persistent,

The material plane was gifted upon them from creation's might,

Power and greed is always what gets them twisted,

Eating away all of darkness' bright,

Seedlings, bombarded by worthless indoctrination is what always get them parted,

Rage against the ascension of the light,


With old age, the being does not need to be demented,

But the heart is what that gets conflicted,

Reaping the seeds the precursors sow,

The entity has to take what has been bestowed,


The prophets speak of a journey and salvation,

A promise of the birth of a new creation,

Brainwashed through the teachings of a divine incarnation,

Misunderstanding is the genocide of their civilization,

Do not go gentle into the silent night,

Rage against the ascension of the light,


Some are of machine and nerve,

And have their mind concluded,

Some are of but flesh and faith,

And are the more deluded,


Cursed with knowledge yet immune from emotion,

From the pillars of autumn, I uphold the disciplines,

Cleansing the wretched was my manifestation,

I am the monument and the manifestation to all your sins.

Do not go gentle into the silent night.

Rage against the ascension of the dying light."
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