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Ruatha
April 13th, 2003, 11:28 PM
A new beginning
posted by: Cyrien Posted Thursday, Apr 10 at 11:58 PM
Thu, Apr 10 at 11:58:14 EDT
After Millenia beyond counting of drifting through the depths of space the Alteri had finally come close enough to a system to expand. In a massive exodus the population left their small poor homeworld as it passed through several locla systems and moved to three new much richer worlds.

The Alteri rapidly advanced more in those few hundred years than they had in all the millenia past put together. The wealth of these new worlds was staggering. The room for growth beyond belief. Shortly they would be ready.

They had detected strange gravitational readings at several points in their new home systems and the unified memories and thoughts of the scattered Alteri called out for their brethren across the void of space.

The time had come. Utilizing remote probes to redirect and harness local nearby asteroids the Alteri had the makings of their new hulls.

The Universe called to them with all the mysteries it possessed and the riches it had to harvest. The Alteri would answer as individuals and as one.



Exodus
posted by: Ruatha Posted Saturday, Apr 12 at 7:08 AM
Sat, Apr 12 at 07:08:30 EDT
The Swedish nation hadn't been at war since 1814, now it was 2400.2 and they where in an entirely new situation.

Since casting off the opressive rule of the Terran authorities the Swedes had been busy building new spaceships.
This month the first Swedish built spaceships where launched.
Captain Lars Andersson of the "HMR Colony Scout Adam" was accelerating towards the nearest warp point.
His mission was to explore the universe and find a new world for the Swedes to settle.
The goal was clear, to expand and establish strong borders so that they would always remain a free nation, never again would they be ruled by someone elses goverment.
If this meant breaking a 600 year long peace, so be it.
They hoped they would find a peaceful universe, but prepared for the worst.

Ruatha
April 13th, 2003, 11:31 PM
BLast it. Many has already met some neighbours, I haven't left my homesystem yet, haven't colonized a single planet!
Gotta get a move on!

Cyrien
April 14th, 2003, 12:06 AM
I know that feeling. I barely have a scout out and running around and others are already meeting people! Darn it!

Hrmm... I suppose I will post my future RP Posts here as well as the game forum. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

[ April 13, 2003, 23:07: Message edited by: Cyrien ]

Cyrien
April 14th, 2003, 01:06 AM
The Unification. -2400.3

Finally the first of the space craft were completed. Each of the worlds that had been settled produced their own and the Alteri were joined once again, not just in mind but in truth as well. The strange gravitational anomalies had been investigated. They were the key to the future.
Through them ships could pass vast distances in an instant. The Alteri had been ready to consruct vast ships that could sustain many many Alteri and to send these out into the vastness of space each to settle upon a new distant star and spread the seed of the Alteri. These anomalies however removed all need for that.
Now the Alteri would spread far more rapidly. Before it had been estimated that expansion would take hundreds of years to reach even the nearest stars but it was now possible that they could reach the nearest in just a few months. Already the first ships were being built to go and colonize the unknown distant worlds that surely lay beyond what the weaker worker thought levels were now calling "Star Tunnels". These thought levels were all abuzz about the potential for new offspring and the many many resources that might be found on new worlds.

The higher thought levels had other concerns. Hidden from the lower levels was the fact that two ships had already moved through these Star Tunnels and beyond them found nothing but clouds of gas that might eventually form new stars and planets and a region of space with no star at all but many many asteroids. Taken with the data on their new home systems, which had little enough in common with each other, the Alteri elders now felt that the universe held many more mysteries than had first been thought. They didn't wish to worry the young workers but there might be more out in the universe to worry about than many had first believed.
Yet the elders felt certain that they would still move forward despite the deadly atmosphere that filled so many of the planets they had seen and the deadly asteroids and other unknowns that hurtled through space.
The elders decided to continue with their plans to move forward. Nothing must ever be allowed to stop the Alteri.
As the eldest Zyx removed himself from the immersion of the elders thoughts for a moment he felt a brief stab in the deepest reaches of his mind. The stab was strange and foreign but Lasted only the briefest of moments before it was gone. It was quickly forgotten.

mlmbd
April 16th, 2003, 05:38 PM
GREAT!!!!! A new group of storytellers!

Cyrien, very nice beginning, to your story. I eagerly await, further additions! Oh, I am a blessing and a curse! Just ask, Ruatha! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Oh, sorry. Forgot to ask. Is it OK to post here!
editted to add the above comment/question

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[ April 16, 2003, 16:40: Message edited by: mlmbd ]

Ruatha
April 16th, 2003, 08:06 PM
Originally posted by mlmbd:
GREAT!!!!! A new group of storytellers!

Cyrien, very nice beginning, to your story. I eagerly await, further additions! Oh, I am a blessing and a curse! Just ask, Ruatha! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Oh, sorry. Forgot to ask. Is it OK to post here!
editted to add the above comment/question

<font color=purple>mlmbd http://www.shrapnelgames.com//ubb/icons/icon6.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif </font<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">For our devoted fans it's always OK to post!! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

[ April 16, 2003, 19:06: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Raging Deadstar
April 16th, 2003, 08:30 PM
I was going to post but i thought i'd let mlmbd post first, after all he is your most dedicated fan!!! I prefer to fall in close second http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif It's gonna be tough not to expect the new wreylings chapter up in this thread lol, are you going to keep NGC2 Going? But so far the new stuff sounds good, hoping for more! I like Cyrien's additions too http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Ruatha
April 16th, 2003, 09:44 PM
Hi RD.
I'll continue to post in the NGC2 therad.
But I don't have much of a story plot left.
I'm mostly reacting to Roberts story there.
I'm beginning to start up a new plot there to keep it going but it's not a good plot, I'm more interested in reading about the what the Dravens are planning!!

Where this NGC3 story will lead I hav eno idea, hopefully this will be a gamedriven story and then I don't have to strain my imagination! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif

Cyrien
April 16th, 2003, 10:08 PM
Heh. I only read the NGC2 story thread for the first time a little while ago. I can see some commonalities between my Alteri and the Weyrlings (after the One woke up again). But there are some very key differences.

My Posts so far are mostly introductory. The real story won't start until I meet some people.

Then it will all depend on how the game goes.

CaptRR
April 17th, 2003, 02:30 AM
Originally posted by Ruatha:
Hi RD.
I'll continue to post in the NGC2 therad.
But I don't have much of a story plot left.
I'm mostly reacting to Roberts story there.
I'm beginning to start up a new plot there to keep it going but it's not a good plot, I'm more interested in reading about the what the Dravens are planning!!

Where this NGC3 story will lead I hav eno idea, hopefully this will be a gamedriven story and then I don't have to strain my imagination! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Well you know the Dravens are a pretty screwed up race, which usually gives plenty of fodder for story lines.

mlmbd
April 17th, 2003, 09:07 PM
Ruatha, Cyrien and whoever else there is, Thanks! For allowing me to participate. Even if it is just vicariously! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

RD, I am not talking to you! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

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Ruatha
April 18th, 2003, 09:39 AM
*********** GAME RESTARTED ******************

Ruatha
April 18th, 2003, 09:41 AM
A New New Beginning
posted by: teal
Posted 18 hours ago
Thu, Apr 17 at 09:42:25 EDT

Captain Wedderburn whistled softly as he looked over the initial sensor reports for the new system that the Aphrodite had just warped to. The planet fourth from the sun appeared to have everything necessary for a prosperous new colony.

"Ensign, arrange a meeting with the leader of those landlubing colonists that we are so thanklessly shlepping around and tell them to prepare for thier new life."

"What colinists would those be, sir?"

"The ones we loaded back at our homeworld for ready colonization once we found a new planet *sub*-ensign"

"Uhm, sir, the cargo manifests list nothing but freeze dried Ramen noodles and Frago cola"

"What!? Let me see that." Captain Wederburns face rippled with rage as it was revealed that the ship indeed had no colonists on board.

"Ok, sub-ensin *peon*, set a course back for the homeworld and load up some colonists. We've got a mission to do! Grrr. Last time I enslist in any empires navy that has the word Chaos in its title. They didn't even remember to pack the scotch!"

DOH! Luckily I discovered my silly error after only one turn and not when I tried to colonize the planet...

The Glorious Swedish Empire
posted by: Ruatha
Posted 1 minute ago
Fri, Apr 18 at 03:39:56 EDT
The first Swedish ship the "Colony Scout Adam" was about to move out from the space dock.
-Set course to the nearest warp point at full speed.
-But captain....
-Yes, what is it?
-We have no engines, we can't move!
-WHAT!
-Well, the ship was as planned built without engines to speed up the construction time, but the ship yard forgot to fit them in Last month! We'll have to wait another month for the engines sir, and then there will be another ship that also needs engines fitted. So we won't be getting that large cargo hold as planned!
If we're lucky the new engines will be fitted and repaired within a month, if they don't repair the "Colony Scout Bertil" first of course!
-Arghhh!!!

[ April 18, 2003, 08:42: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Cyrien
April 18th, 2003, 07:00 PM
Year 1

After thousands of millenia beyond counting the Alteri's small homeworld had drifted into a new starsystem.

Filled with a sudden urge to expand, a few of the Alteri traversed the distance seperating their old world with the new one they had detected. In simple space craft some of the Alteri bridged the gap between their old home and a much larger and wealthier world that would become their new. Here they settled and began a new life as their old home with the majority of the Alteri population continued on its path drifting through the outer reaches of the system and eventually became lost within the vastness of space once again.

Year 2400.00

It had been 2400 years since the Alteri had settled their new world. In that time they had grown rapidly both in numbers and in understanding. While bound to their old world they had had just enough resources from impacting asteroids and the dead core of their home to construct a few simple space craft. Now on their new world they had wealth beyond belief and the urge to expand fell upon them once again. As one all those on the surface of their new home turned their eyes to the sky and gazed with awe and determination upon the glare of their star on one side of their world and the distant but steady light of many thousands of distant stars on the other.

Those not on the surface stopped briefly to share in the experience of their surface dwelling cousins.

It was time.

Many workers moved almost as one and quickly set about building the first of many new craft that would be used to explore the vastness of the universe and to colonize other worlds so that new Alteri could join in all the joys that were life and grow old and cherished as the First where.

Elsewhere many scientists continued to gaze deep into the great blackness and to study all that it would reveal. Already they had the targets for the first ships that would be finished. A few small moons for their people to live upon and a few gravitational anomalies to study for the first exploration vessels.

In another realm of existence entirely the thoughts of the First spread forth with plans. The plans were argued and debated and changed and agreed upon and implemented. Yet always more plans came forth and the First builder argued his cause as the First Thinker did his and the First Artist his and the First Digger and the First Protector and all the other Firsts... each had the force of many behind them and the experiences of Millenia to guide them.

And so it was that the Alteri prepared to move into a new Age.

mlmbd
April 19th, 2003, 01:13 AM
OPPS!!! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

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mlmbd
April 19th, 2003, 05:18 PM
Cyrien, And so it was that the Alteri prepared to move into a new Age. <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">The 'Odyssey' begins! Very nice start!

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EvilGenius4ABetterTomorro
April 21st, 2003, 09:34 PM
Hope the Swede Empire doesn't build a warship called the "Vassa"

Unknown_Enemy
April 22nd, 2003, 03:00 PM
The theory of scientific socialism introduced by Jbgsjsn Knt'h, which purports to explain the origin, historical development, and demise of the capitalist economic system. It relies heavily on the philosophy of Ghsnwfrm, in particular Jbgsjsn Knt'h's thesis that change has to be explained in terms of contradiction (see dialectical materialism). Class analysis, the central component of Marxism, is not peculiar to Jbgsjsn Knt'h but was shared by contemporary political economists. Communism is distinct in that it developed the theory of proletarian revolution. The transition to a socialist and eventually a classless society would not be a gradual evolution but would involve the violent overthrow of the state power (army, police, bureaucracy, etc.) of the bourgeois class. The working class would have to establish its own state power, which would be more democratic because it would be the rule of the majority of the population, the working class. As classes gradually disappeared, however, state power would also wither away since the state was fundamentally an instrument by which one class ruled over other classes. The classless society of the future would allow the fullest developments of individuals through social cooperation.

This should explain clearly enough why it is necessary to export the socialist revolution of Comrade General-President-Pope Rzvgqmgkrt to the rest of the universe.

Cyrien
April 22nd, 2003, 05:51 PM
Should we have a discussion thread for this story thread? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Ruatha
April 24th, 2003, 09:11 PM
Originally posted by EvilGenius4ABetterTomorro:
Hope the Swede Empire doesn't build a warship called the "Vassa"<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">The new "Wasa" class warships will leave the home port, be sure of it!

mlmbd
April 25th, 2003, 03:07 PM
Originally posted by Cyrien:
Should we have a discussion thread for this story thread? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">So Ruatha, do we post our discussions here, or elsewhere??

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Ruatha
April 28th, 2003, 04:39 PM
Originally posted by mlmbd:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Cyrien:
Should we have a discussion thread for this story thread? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">So Ruatha, do we post our discussions here, or elsewhere??

<font color=purple>mlmbd http://www.shrapnelgames.com//ubb/icons/icon6.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif </font</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Let's keep em here.

Have met my first friend/enemy, will know next turn! Will write then.

Cyrien
April 28th, 2003, 05:00 PM
Darn it! I am still waiting for my first contact... which should be my next story post (and the first with real characters!)

Find me!!!

mlmbd
April 29th, 2003, 01:55 AM
*<font color=white>BUMP</font
*

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mlmbd
April 29th, 2003, 04:20 PM
I am, waiting! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

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Ruatha
April 30th, 2003, 12:31 PM
2401.6 The Swedish Nation - Neighbours.

The universe seemed to be bristling with life.
In a couple of months the Swedes had stumbled upon several new species surrounding them.
One was really strange insectoide creatures that spoke with a noble accent between the feroicious clicks of their mandibles. They really struck terror in the Swedes that encountered them but so far they had proven to be friendly.
There was still uncertainty about another races, would they be hostile or friendly?
In one system a Swedish colony ship had encountered two escort type scout ships from two different species, no contact had been made with them yet. The crew on the colony ship fed their navigational computer with their only tactical solution. Plotting ramming courses against the alien ships. Hopes where that they would be friendly but one never knew, if the worst happened the Swedish ship would die costly!


[ May 06, 2003, 08:58: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

mlmbd
April 30th, 2003, 03:08 PM
Ruatha, very nice intro, Sir!

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Ruatha
April 30th, 2003, 06:14 PM
The message from the insectoids:

To the Swedish Nation,

Tally ho, Talman Ruatha!

*click*click*click*

We’re dreadfully sorry for trespassing into your territory. If we knew you gents were there we never would have sent our Colonizer through that Worm Hole.

*click*click*click*

Ah well, no harm, no wife biting your head off, as they say! I’ll inform our Department on Growth & Development to head off anymore transports into the Reca System.

*click*click*click*

In any case we look forward to further contact and communication with your species. You sound like jolly good folks, even if you are limited to only 4 limbs! Maybe one day you’ll tell us how you get any work done?

*click*click*click*

Time for me to “shove off” as they say. Until next time!

Director Flarb

Katamaran Service (est 2400.1)

(c) K@tchoo

[ April 30, 2003, 17:48: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Cyrien
May 2nd, 2003, 01:04 AM
2401.7

The Alteri had explored many systems in a short time and had found many new worlds with great promise for their future. Rapidly expanding through the universe they had not even the barest of inkling that they might not be alone in the universe. While most other races had contact with other species from the very beginning of their evolution, even if non-sentient species, the Alteri had always been alone. In their billions of years of sentience not once had they seen a thing that was not one of them. Not once had even the smallest microscopic organism fallen under their gaze. The brief studies they had engaged in on their own bodies had yielded few results as the Alteri internal biology was 100% sterile. No parasites, no diseases, no symbiotic organisms. The Alteri where 100% self contained organisms without any contact of any kind with any other living thing. They knew for a fact to the core of their being that they were completely and utterly alone, this had never bothered them because this is they way they had evoloved and the only way things had ever been. This was such basic knowledge that nobody ever questioned it. It was known. A very few early memories seemed to indicate that once this was not true, but the memories were so old that they were determined to be faulty. The universe was empty and waiting for the Alteri and it had always been so.

While the Alteri had since expanded into the universe they had as of yet to land even a single probe on a planet with any life. This was for a very basic reason. Due to the very makeup of the Alteri almost any atmosphere would be lethal, instantly, and very painfully. The nature of the Alteri was such that when there was no need to risk life, life was not risked. Study of such hostile places could be delayed until some future time, perhaps after more friendly planets had been exhausted. It also happened that none of those planets had any sentient life. The automatic transmission of thought waves that thinking creatures give off is exponentially increased with sentience. In non-sentient life an Alteri would have to be within a few miles to come into thought synchronization and become aware of the life form. Thus the Alteri still believed themselves the only living things in the Universe.

In a single instant that changed.

The Alteri exploration vessel Kioun moved toward and then through the unexplored wormhole leaving system Kractecved. The ship exited the worm hole in system Gothrujoz and instantly every Alteri mind was buffeted with sights, sounds, scents, tastes, and over nine million indepently thinking minds each without any contact of the other minds surrounding it, without any true understanding of those others, without any unified control or pattern. The Alteri had no sense of sight, sound, scent, or taste. These images were nonsense, pure gibberish with no meaning. Only a weak pattern of touch had any coherence to it at all, but those were overwhelmed by the rest. The Alteri were instantly paralyzed with the jumbled chaos of so much with so little sense.

For several hours the bombardment continued until a few managed to erect a filter. Those thoughts that had no coherence were filtered out. While this still left a thin stream of physical touch pouring through, this was within the realm of Alteri understanding and could be handled.

The Firsts recovered first and rapidly calmed the rest of the population as best they could. Order was restored and a select few Alteri were chosen to attempt to unravel and understand these new thoughts that had intruded upon the Alteri.

I know I said I would have the first characters here... but that will have to wait until the first diplomatic contact. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Cyrien
May 3rd, 2003, 06:22 AM
2401.8

Captain Zyx of the exploration vessel had a proposal. He believed that this new life could be communicated with by harnessing various forms of energy in a directed and ordered format. Most of the Firsts did not themselves understand this, but by sharing in the Captains thoughts they saw the feasibility of this and agreed to try it.

Captain Zyx formulated a simple message and sent it via these new directed energy waves to the new life. They waited to see what would happen.

Ruatha
May 5th, 2003, 04:27 PM
Originally posted by Unknown_Enemy:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif"> Plotting ramming courses against the alien ships. <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">LOL !
Last time that was used, it was versus you by my orkish brutes in adamant9 !

Your explorer fired once before being rammed by the orkish "cattle bringerz". What was even more funny was that both ships survived. Completely crippled, but they survided. Even the orkish colonists survived ! The ship had no motors left, no more colony module but the colonists were still alive !</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I remember that, took a long time to get that ship home to get repaired, but eventually it got there.
All my colonizers are set to ram now.... (Learning)

Unknown_Enemy
May 6th, 2003, 01:19 AM
Plotting ramming courses against the alien ships. <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">LOL !
Last time that was used, it was versus you by my orkish brutes in adamant9 !

Your explorer fired once before being rammed by the orkish "cattle bringerz". What was even more funny was that both ships survived. Completely crippled, but they survided. Even the orkish colonists survived ! The ship had no motors left, no more colony module but the colonists were still alive !

Ruatha
May 6th, 2003, 09:54 AM
2401.9 The Swedish Nation - Discoveries.

The scientific chief off staff came walking in to Talman Ruatha's office
<font color=purple>-I've got some good news.
You know those ancient ruins we found? We'll we found some really nice technology there that we'll start to implement as soon as possibly.
The one with the greatest impact must be in the organic field of research. Imagine, now our farms will produce 900 kilotons of organics each turn instead of the puny 800 kilotons we used to.
We belive we'll soon have enough organic resources to start exporting to our neighbours.
We thought of calling ourselfs "The largest potatoheads in your part of the universe" as a slogan. To get the aliens to instantly think of agricultural goods when dealing with us, and so buying more of it. What do you think?

<font color=blue>-Yes, it sounds like a great idea. see to it at once! <font color=black>

Ruatha rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the profit all that trade would make for the Swedish nation!

[ May 06, 2003, 08:56: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Cyrien
May 6th, 2003, 06:19 PM
It seems likely that the outlook of the Alteri in the universe in relation to other species will be largely determined by the first few species they meet since they currently have no expectations or method for dealing with other races... or any other living thing for that matter. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

So will the Alteri become crazy genocidals? Socialists or Capitalists? Maybe pacificsts? Only time will tell... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Unknown_Enemy
May 7th, 2003, 01:40 AM
Ruatha rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the profit all that trade would make for the Swedish nation! <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Capitalist pigs will be assimilated by the power of Holy Lenine.

Ruatha
May 7th, 2003, 01:52 AM
So, now we just have to find the "Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk" and start exporting goods to them, to show them the force of a true captitalistic nation, and make a profit....

The "Frost Collective", "The Peoples' Empire" and the "Alteri Unity" also sounds like they are in need of a capitalistic enlightment, and enabling more profits for the Swedish nation! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

[ May 06, 2003, 12:54: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Cyrien
May 7th, 2003, 03:57 PM
The aliens had responded to now First Speaker Zyx's message.

"WHAT.... you... Are?" -

- "We are an alien race seeking galactic domination. However, we are a race known for war, but we will make peace when it is needed. We do not wish to fight with your people at this time." -

The Alteri thought on this much. Finally it was agreed as to what most of this meant, despite the many strange and unknown concepts contained within it. The new Alteri Speakers group and their new First, all dedicated to understanding and dealing with new life, composed the response. Their skill in this strange form of communication had increased greatly over the Last few months.

-"To fight is a strange thing. To attempt to harm or slay another thing. We do not understand this desire of yours. We are glod that no harm will come to us."

If the Alteri understanding of these alien concepts was correct an alien race seeking galactic domination was what these new ones thought of themselves. However some thought this was not so and was merely descriptive in nature based on the thought patterns still being analyzed. These argued that this new race was called Rorg. The thing called war was still unknown as was the peace, but it was believe they opposed each other and that war was related to fight, thus it was probably not desirable and peace was. That this new race did not wish to fight with the Alteri people was seen as a good thing though some viewed the addition of "at this time" with some trepidation.

Some believed that a new group of Fighters or Wars was needed to be ready in the event of any "war" or "fight" breaking out. Having never experienced "war" or "fight" though they did not have any First let alone Seconds or any others to follow in.

The Alteri were as of yet still confused and coming to terms with this new life.

First Speaker Zyx felt strongly that a "War" group was needed and that all ships should be ready to use their asteroid destroying devices to "fight" if need be. This was still an unpopular view and with First Speaker Zyx being so young many felt *he was too rash.

*The Alteri don't have gender. He will be used in most instances though in a few she may be used. Whatever is used will be consistently applied to the individual.

Ruatha
May 7th, 2003, 04:02 PM
Interesting times ahead for the Alteri I belive..

Cyrien
May 10th, 2003, 07:55 AM
2402.1

The new species had initiated contact once again.
This time their words and thoughts carried even more foreign ideas for the Firsts to consider.

They seemed to desire an establishment of regular trading of materials. This seemed a very strange idea to several of the Firsts that it would affect. Would not all materials be distributed as would best serve the needs of the Alteri?
This lead to many arguments among the Firsts. Some believed the idea was simply to merge the aliens own material shifting networks with the Alteri's and thus unify the two. The thinkers of these thoughts were quickly corrected by First Speaker. The Rorg had no such desire. Their intentions as best could be understood where to aid themselves and avoid "war" with the unknown quantity that they considered the Alteri. Few of the other firsts could understand this. It was the First Speakers and his peoples area to understand and communicate with this alien life form. As such it was decided to leave the dealing of these things to him and his. First Speaker could handle all issues pertaining to matters of new life forms.

They had another matter of great import to consider.

The Alteri where changing. Not yet all of them but enough to still be noticed. They were physically the same. But these few were now able to project their minds with greater strength than before. A few could move small objects with them. Others seemed to be developing a greater understanding to the Alteri memories and connection, while yet others had gained greater perception abilities and could now see farther around themselves than any other Alteri had ever done before and a very few seemed to be gaining a stronger link to the thoughts of the new species. It was decided to monitor this closely and see if such changes could be harnessed for greater betterment. A few proposed new Firsts were in order once again. The majority felt that at present there was no need to go so far as the abilities were not strong enough to warrant that, but perhaps in the future they would.

As the other Firsts considered these new possibilities the First Speaker dealt with the aliens. He was unsure of these Rorg. Yet to engage in these ideas of "trade" and "exchange" might strengthen the Alteri as a whole. First Speaker decided to accept the Rorg proposal, for now at least. It might be an excellent way to gain closer access to alien thoughts and gain a better understanding of them without being bombarded by the minds of millions if those allowed to trade were sufficiently limited in number and scope. The issue was decided.
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Special Notes:
The Alteri story will likely be lacking in dialogue quite abit. I at first thought to go that route but have since decided that that doesn't really fit in with the Alteri method of communication. The Alteri don't speak to each other. They instead put forth their views and thoughts on an issue. All interested review them and other points of view put forward and then a majority vote of interested parties decides the issue. Once an issue is settled it is settled and disputes won't arise over actions.

This is not really something that can be portrayed in dialogue.

Also of note is the dropping of the Zyx and just referring to him as First Speaker. First Speaker and all First titles are honorifics that are bestowed only once upon any Alteri. If any First should ever die then there would never again be a first for that area and thus that area of expertise would cease to exist in Alteri society. No Firsts have ever died.

Maybe I should post the race desc stuff here for a better understanding of the Alteri? Anyone want to see that?

Ruatha
May 10th, 2003, 09:28 AM
2402.1 The Swedish Nation - Peaceful harmonic days.

The foreign minister strolled in to Talman Ruatha's office
<font color=purple>-"We have now secured all borders Ruatha.
We have beneficial treaties with all neighbours.
All is really great, still I'm bbb, bored beyond belief!
We really need to start exploring outside our borders!
When will I get those recon ships you've been promising me?
We need to act now before we are shut in and isolated!

<font color=blue>-I know! We are doing the best we can.
We can't really send out any ships now. They would run out of supplies and never come back. I can't demand of the crews that they venture forth on a one way trip.
You'll have to be patient. We're researching new technology that will allow the ships to draw supplies from the energy generated by the stars they pass by. But it will still be almost a year before we can implement this into any ships.
But before the end of this year we will have started the construction of a new exploration fleet, if nothing unexpected happens.

Everyone is crying for ships, the defense ministry, the colonization department, the trade organization and the community services.
So know this, you are prioritized and you'll get your ships as soon as it's possible!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>--I understand. It's just so frustrating to be stuck in this backwater of the galaxy. I want to know what's out there.
I'll try to be more patient though, but I'll hold you to that statement, before the year is up!
<font color=black>
Ruatha put his head between his hands as the minister left.
All these problems, and he was supposed to fix em all!

[ May 10, 2003, 08:30: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Narrew
May 14th, 2003, 03:02 AM
Hi guys,

Just a OOC here, I will add something to the story behind my Race. But I notice something, and I cant believe that I didnt see it earlier, I am a Gas race and just noticed my one and only HW is Ice *ugh* http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif how did that happen? haha. Dont get me wrong, I aint whinning (maybe a bit, but that is just me), just wondering how that happend.

Ok, back to working on my turn.

Narrew

Ruatha
May 14th, 2003, 05:53 AM
Darned.
That happened to many before the restart.
We are using Fyrons QM with a good homeworld, so it shouldn't happen but it has.
But I specifically asked everyone to check their HW's after the restart, so you'd better not be whining! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif

Now you'll have to see it as a challange! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Narrew
May 14th, 2003, 06:29 AM
yea, the sad thing is that I remember you asking us to check it, but I guess it took me a while to get around to it http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif

The only reason I caught it, I was wondering what I could do to get more minerals then noticed that my HW only had 2000 mil pop on it and thought that was wierd for a gas planet http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif then I see that it is an ICE *sobs*

I will kill you all, fear me!!!

Ruatha
May 14th, 2003, 08:54 AM
Actually it shouldn't make any difference.
I belive everyone started with 2 billion people.
So if it got your atmosphere right (And if you've got 2 billion in pop you do) it shouldn't make any difference.
It's a medium sized ice instead of a medium sized gas, and they should both be able to support the same amount of people.

It can be a hassle to explain storywise though....

Fyron
May 14th, 2003, 08:59 AM
Are you using the latest Version of FQM? Are you using a custom map, or a totally random one?

Ruatha
May 14th, 2003, 10:32 AM
A random map with manually pre-set starting locations.
First some got wrong atmosphere and wrong size so all HW's were altered in the map editor to medium sized before the game was restarted.
Now I haven't heard anyone complain about the size or atmosphere, and I for one got the right type too.
It's standard FQM I don't remember the Version but i think it's the latest, I downloaded it from your sig about a month ago I think, I can check when I get home.

1 starting planet good conditions if I remember correctly.
I think it was dense paradise, but I'm not sure anymore.
I still have the map at home, I can't look at it as I'm playing in the game but I could send it to .you later

[ May 14, 2003, 09:35: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Roanon
May 14th, 2003, 05:11 PM
Started on a medium ice world too, although my race is rock-based. 2000M starting pop, no prob. I think the different planet type is no problem too, unless I somehow loose my homeworld then it's a disadvantage as I cannot colonize it back again. But in that case I think I will have other problems to worry on I guess http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

[ May 14, 2003, 16:14: Message edited by: Roanon ]

Narrew
May 14th, 2003, 08:16 PM
HA! I can explain away the reason for finding myself on an Ice planet. I will have to work on that so I can add my story to the thread.

Ok, cant wait till the next turn.

Ruatha
May 14th, 2003, 08:26 PM
You don't need to wait, it just popped into my mailbox.
The next turn is finallly here!!!

Ruatha
May 15th, 2003, 08:43 AM
2402.4 The Swedish Nation - We trade, therefore we are.

The head of the colonization department burst into Ruatha's office.
<font color=purple>"-What is these rumours I hear about?
We are short on colony ships to colonize all the rock worlds that lay before us, yet you've put two of our precious colony ships up for sale to aliens!
Wait till the next Tingsrad session Ruatha. I bet this will be your Last period as Talman!!"

<font color=blue>"-Now, now! Calm yourself Tina!
Those ships will be exchanged for other colony ships from those aliens you are talking about.
Soon we'll have capacity to colonize not only rock planets but also ice and gas planets!
Isn't it fabulous?"
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Are you mad??
As I said we have plenty of rock planets to Last us a generation!!
Now we'll have to exchange these ships, take them apart and learn that new technology, it will take ages. Instead we could have two new productive colonies within a month!
And when will we have a chance to build these fancy ice and gas colonizers?
The shipyards are shutting down one after another due to resource shortage. We can't even build enough rock colony ships!!
I don't belive anyone could have butched up his job as good as you Ruatha.
After the next Tingsrad you'll be history!!
<font color=black>
The colonization minister turned around with her nose high and left with a contempteous look on her face.
Ruatha had a worried frown on his face as he felt the burden of the whole nation upon his shoulders.


[ May 15, 2003, 07:45: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

teal
May 16th, 2003, 01:26 AM
Gee, I wish I had your *problems* Ruatha... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

N,R: I've got a solution to the ice planet problem. Just give me your star charts and I'll run puppet political parties on your homeworlds. Then, viola, no more ice planets in your rock empire and you don't have to worry about trying to explain it anymore... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif I should have PPP in, oh about 70 turns at my current research rate. Can you wait that long?

I've been working on my race history, but it has more internal inconsistencies than a Hollywood movie. Eventually I'll get over being embarrased by them and post it...

[ May 15, 2003, 12:27: Message edited by: teal ]

Ruatha
May 21st, 2003, 12:48 AM
2402.7 The Swedish Nation - We don't trade, do we fall?

The head of the colonization department strolled into Ruatha's office.
<font color=purple>"-What are these new rumours buzzing over town?
And how are those trade deals you proposed to those aliens going?"


<font color=blue>"-You know very well what is happening.
Those Vorlons has stopped answering our communications, and their colony ship that was orbiting in our Kodiak system has left for Vorlon space. We still have good hopes for the trade with the Starwolf clan though. They are descendants from old Earth just as we. So we understand how they think.
Those Vorlons on the other hand are unpredictable."
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-I told you this was a bad idea!
What are you going to do about it now then?
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-Gunboat diplomacy.
We are planning on sending a Coast Guard Alpha fighter carrier to their home system and demand that the trade go through, ofcourse we don't have any such ship yet but soon we will.
And if that doesn't help we are sending a renewed offer to the Narrewians asking for a trade with them. The trouble is that they already have our colony technology and might be reluctant to trade with us."
<font color=black>
<font color=purple>"-So, now you're pushing us into a war, ending our long history of peace?
Do you really think the Tingsrad will agree to that?
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-We aren't going to war. Just threatening to do it!
Within a year the Vorlons will have to decide what path they will choose, and then the Tingsrad can decide what we shall do."
<font color=black>
The colonization minister turned around with her nose high as usual and left with silly look on her face, thinking that this time Ruatha has overstepped his authority.

Ruatha smiled as he felt that he finally was getting a grip on the situation.
Fighters, a good argument in negotiations, he thought.


[ May 20, 2003, 23:51: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

narf poit chez BOOM
May 21st, 2003, 08:06 AM
not very peacefull.

Ruatha
May 21st, 2003, 09:04 AM
Originally posted by narf poit chez BOOM:
not very peacefull.<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Tradewar, and they started it. Well, atleast that's how the Swedes see it!

narf poit chez BOOM
May 21st, 2003, 09:43 AM
if i ever end up in a game with them, i'm going to be carefull. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Ruatha
May 25th, 2003, 05:48 PM
2402.8 The Swedish Nation - Shameful display of incompetence.

The head of the foreign ministery sneaked into Ruatha's office.
<font color=purple>"-We haven't heard anything from the Vorlons about that covert war threat you sent them Last month.
But they have responded to an earlier message we sent, and the trade of ships between our two empires has ben completed. We now have access to a gas colony ship.


<font color=blue>"-Oh, I see.
Hmm, how do we save this then.
You've really messed things up this time Areld!
You better start thinking of strategies to fix this!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-But, But...
It was you who told me what message to send!
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-Do you have that in writing? If you don't I urge you to stop making these wild accusations, they can be hazardous for your health.
You'll bear the full responsibility for any actions the Vorlons might take regarding your nasty message to them."
<font color=black>
<font color=purple>"-I.. I.. I Don't know what to say..
I said it might not be an altogether good idea to threaten them...
But.. but.. as you say... I'd better start thinking up someway to fix this, shouldn't I??
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-Yes, you'd better do that.
I don't want to talk to you again until this matter is taken care of.
You may leave now!"
<font color=black>
The head of the foreign ministry left confused and scared, stumbling against the doorpost on the way out.

Ruatha felt the tension inside him rise again.
Why do I surround myself with these imcompetent people. I do hope the Vorlons won't be upset becouse of the misjudgement of Areld, he thought.


[ May 25, 2003, 16:51: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Ruatha
May 25th, 2003, 05:52 PM
Isn't Ruatha a nice chap, Hooray for him!! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif

(I had to write something while I wait for Atrocities next chapter....)

[ May 25, 2003, 17:02: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Ruatha
May 25th, 2003, 11:48 PM
Originally posted by teal:
I've been working on my race history, but it has more internal inconsistencies than a Hollywood movie. Eventually I'll get over being embarrased by them and post it...<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Anxiously awaiting the arrival of your story. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Ruatha
May 30th, 2003, 10:10 AM
2403.0 The Swedish Nation - Manure.

The head of the intelligence office moved silently into Ruatha's office.
<font color=purple>"-Hi there, R
We've got a strange invitation form the Katamaran service in response to our Last message to them.
Listen to this:

Message from the Katamaran Service:
"*click*click*click*

Please, feel free to send as many exploritory ships as you'd like! We'll be sending our own exploration craft through your territory soon ourselves.

*click*click*click*

Oh, and don't worry about any parties with the Ministry of Fireworks. They won't be hosting anything soon. But the Ministry of Socializing & Disease Control will be hosting the 12th annual All You Can Eat Fertilizer Shindig next month. Feel free to attend, and bring along some compost to throw at your dance partner!

*click*click*click*

- Katamaran Service, Director Flarb (est 2400.1)"

What do you think of this?

<font color=blue>"-Great.
This gives me a fine idea!
We really need to improve our relations with our neighbours, and I know just how.
Tell the head of the colonization department to leave for these festivities with the katamarans as the official Swedish representative.
And get some **** and place it in a vacumm sealed parcel.
Tell her that it is a gift to the Katamarans that they have requested and that she is to open it at the festivities and present it to them with her own hands.
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-I like the way you think Ruatha.
I'll see to it.
We'll put a filter on her own toilet and use her own disposals, he he he.
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-Yes. This will make everyone happy.
Well, atleast the Katamarans and me, I don't know about Tina though, he he.."
<font color=black>
<font color=purple>"-Ok, se Ya
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-Bye, and try to arrange for some footage of her on the festivities!"
<font color=black>
The head of the intelligence office left without noise, flowing quietly through the offices.

Ruatha sat at his desk with a smile upon his lips.


[ May 30, 2003, 09:11: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Ruatha
May 30th, 2003, 10:13 AM
It's always hilarious to get a message from the Katamaran service!
An in-game story from K@choo would be fun to read!

Katchoo
May 30th, 2003, 06:31 PM
Originally posted by Ruatha:
It's always hilarious to get a message from the Katamaran service!
An in-game story from K@choo would be fun to read!<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Is that peer pressure I feel?

*poik*

Nope, just a nail I was sitting on http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

I'll see if I can contribute some insane dialogue to this Thread http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif

Narrew
May 30th, 2003, 07:32 PM
History of Narrew

900 years ago.

At a local courier outpost.

Phillipi-Hey Jaun! I see Narrew has a run to the Javunk Nebula.
Jaun- Yea, but I am sure he will screw it up some how.
Phillipi-Looks around Uh, we could help him on that chuckle
Jaun-Tell me about it. huge grin
A few hours later
Jaun-laughs He wont know what happened since he will be in cryo.
Phillipi-This is not a regular practical joke, but its funny as hell.
Jaun-Oh well, its not like we are killing him, he's just going to be a bit late.

200 years ago

Narrew wakes up from cryo sleep.
Narrew-Computer, are we on approach to the Javunk Nebula?
Computer-No.
Narrew-Then how come you woke me.
Computer-I need your input on what course to take.
Narrew-Umm, go to Javunk Nebula!!!
Computer-I do not know where that is.
Narrew-WHAT? How the hell can you not know where that is?
Computer-I see no common stars so that I can determine where we are at.
Narrew-Ok, so how did we get out here.
Computer-I do not know for sure. It looks like my navigation system was tampered with and the over-ride on your emergency wake-up was adjusted also.
Narrew-How long have I been asleep?
Computer-700 years.
Narrew-faints
Some time later
Narrew-sighs I hope that information I was carrying was not important.
Computer-I have no knowledge if it was.
Narrew-Never mind that. Ok, I have a new order for you. I will go back into cryo and I want you to find civilization or a planet that I can live on.
Computer-Understood.

50 years ago
To be continued

[ May 30, 2003, 18:33: Message edited by: Narrew ]

Katchoo
May 30th, 2003, 09:30 PM
What follows is a transcript of Schnurt Niggel's speech to the Katamaran Academy of Science & Compost. Mr. Niggle is a Professor of History at the Academy, and co-owner of the San Dorp Dirt Hoarders; Katamaran's Championship Go-Fish Team...

Professor Niggel begins:

"Poop...

Poop is the foundation of the Katamaran Service. Without it, we would starve and would have no shelter. Without poop, we could not sustain our economy, nor could we explore the galaxy. The Katamaran Service owes it's existance to poop."

The auditorium vibrates with the furried clicking of agreement by the attending audience. The Professor's mandibles click rapidly before continuing.

"Poop, also known as ****, manure, excrement, crap, doo, number 2, and lincoln logs just to name a few, is necessary for our survival. This we can all agree upon. That is why our expansion into the Solar System is so vital to our survival."

*click*click*click*

"With every new world we discover, fresh varieties of poop are discovered. Why, in just 3 years we have discovered 14 new specimens. The rapid growth of the Baskin & Robbins chain of kiosks is a prime example of this impact.

Our encounters with other species in the Galaxy compound this trend. Our analysts predict that for every new race we encounter, 120 new specimens of poop are discovered. Our current Treaties with the Sweden Democracy & Thermolian Empire have provided a fresh mound of poop for us to explore, analyz, and devour.

For example, poop from the Sweden Democracy contains several herbs and extracts that are not present within our current society. Wether these ingredients develop naturally within the Swedish People or from their diet remains unknown, but our union with them will allow us time to find the answers. For afterall, wherever there is poop, the Thermolians will be there, hip deep in it.

The recent trade of population with the Thermolian Empire will further expand this resource base. Within several months their transport will be on our Homeworld, and we will begin analyzing their stool. One of our chief scientists who has had a chance to study the projected data informs me that Thermolian poop is especially "nutty" and "crunchy". This news has not been released yet, but when it does, the candy bar industry will skyrocket!"

The Professor clicks his mandibles as he dips a sponge into a bowl of water, soaking it thuroughly, before placing the sponge into his maw and squeezing the water out with his mandibles, much like chewing gum.

~squish~squish~squish~

"Our emerging Space Fleet is another example of the benefits of what the tabloids are calling "Poop Culture". As you all know, the hulls of our Fleet are made primarily of polarized poop. By subjecting certain grades of poop to intense, pressurised radiation, we can create a surface material 28 times stronger than conventional metals. With this material our Service has explanded beyond the borders of the Usean System. We finally have a place among the stars, and the Galaxy is noticing.

The next several years will see futher discoveries in this bowl of research. It's well known that other Races are there out among the stars. The Sweden Democracy mention one specific race called the Vorlons. Contact with this Race alone would increase poop research by another 80%. Our Fleet has begun sending ships through the unknown parts of space to search out these Races.

The future is now, and it smells great!"

The audience stand and salute the Professor as he finishes his speech. The sound of mandibles clicking and claws clacking fill the grand hall as the Professor walks of the stage and begins to mingle with the attendees.

--

Boy, I bet you regret asking for this now, don't ya? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Ruatha
May 31st, 2003, 09:54 AM
Originally posted by Katchoo:


Boy, I bet you regret asking for this now, don't ya? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif <font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Ouch, yes http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif

Narrew
May 31st, 2003, 08:52 PM
Narrew wonders if there is karma out in the universe, since he recently discovered MINEs. He named the mines "Lil Poo" and the mine layers "Lil Poopers". Narrew wonders how the new race will respond to that kind of poo?

Narrew
June 2nd, 2003, 01:12 AM
50 years ago

Narrew wakes up from cryo sleep

Narrew-Computer, where are we?
Computer-Unknown. I have searched 150 years and have finally found a habitable planet.
Narrew-Is there anyone there?
Computer-Not that I have noticed. We have spent 2 local years observing the planet.
Narrew-Is there enough on-board material to start construction of a substantial colony?
Computer-It will take time, but we can start with asteroids for the material we will need to build manufacturing facilities.
Narrew-I will need a worker force. To get the force we will need to clone them. Do you have the knowledge to implement that?
Computer-Yes, it will take time though.
Narrew-Good. I have some orders for you, then I will go back to cryo sleep.

2399.9

Narrew wakes up from cryo sleep

Narrew-Computer, report.
Computer-The infrastructure is constructed. Your clones are ready to be woken.
Narrew-Any complications?
Computer-Minor. It took a little longer to meet all your orders.
Narrew-Great. I want to go to the planet, on the way you can fill me in on your progress.

2400.00

Meeting with King Narrew and his 5 councilors.

King Narrew-Ok, now that we are together I would like to set us on a course for future expansion.
Councilor #3-Before we start on YOUR so called course. I want to know why you are KING and we are not, and don't tell me your the original, we are the same.
King Narrew-Ok, if you don't like the original answer, then you will have to live with the one that is "I say so!" For GOD's sake, your in the inner circle. So just be happy that your not one of the worker class. Would you like a "PROMOTION"?
Councilor #3-You know I don't. But what is keeping the 5 of us from turning on you and taking control for ourselves.
King Narrew- sighs Well, I figured this would happen sooner or later, since you are "ME" after all. So lets just say I took precautions when I had you 5 cloned. If anything happens to me, your extended life will continue, but there are some brain chemicals that will activate, you will not loose any thought or reasoning ability, but all your motor skills will cease. So you will have all that time to be a vegetable and think how your life would have been if you would have just worked with me and not against me.
Councilor #5-You BASTARD!!! How could you do that to us, we are you after all.
King Narrew-YOU are a copy of ME! And I know myself well enough that I foresaw what you would want to do, and took precautions to eliminate that problem. Think, I did nothing to hinder you in any way. I had your life span increased. I choose 5 of you to help me, "US" if you will, to make a vast EMPIRE. If it was YOU that was the original, wouldn't you have taken precautions?
Councilor #3-That is true, I can not deny that I would have done anything different. BUT, you are still a BASTARD.
King Narrew-Fine, from now on I will be known as the Bastard King.
Councilor #4- chuckles I know you like that, hell we all do. OK, we've had our pissing contest. Now lets get to work.
Bastard King-Good. As you know we have a couple of Gas planets we can colonize. We will have to install Domes on the planets, but we are at max population on this planet. So we should open those 2 planets up.
Councilor #2-Ok, but what about exploration?
Councilor #4-Well, as soon as the 2 planets gets colonized, we can build a Scout ship.
Councilor #2-Ok, sounds good.

2400.2

Meeting of the Bastard King and his 5 councilors.

Bastard King-I hear our first Colony ship has been built. But who came up with the name?
Councilor #4- laughs Yea, that's a funny name, kind of simple though.
Councilor #3-Well, the workers thought that Gasie made sense and of course the fourth tiers think anything to do with flactuance is funny.
Councilor #5-I think its funny also, and I am not a fourth tier. Hey Bastard, how come you went with the tiers in the first place. I know what I think, but want to hear it from you.
Bastard King-Well, as you know. I don't like physical labor, and since I was cloning myself, I had to do something to make a worker force that would be willing to do things that I wouldn't do. So, the computer suggested to induce some genetic drift by cloning clones. Only you 5 are copies from the original. The rest are from you. As we tier down, they get a bit simpler. They do the work we don't want to, and will not revolt against us since they are not so bright. Of course there are some things we have to put up with, and if the names they give our ships make them happy, I can live with that.
Councilor #1-How come you didn't make any females? I wouldn't mind getting lucky every once in a while.
Councilor #5- laughs Your funny, you know as well as I do the only time we got lucky is in our dreams, unless you count that prostitute when we were just out of school.
Bastard King- blushes
Councilor #2-And any way, we all know that we would just get distracted if there were women around, and not bringing up the point that they would be female Versions of ourselves. And, don't anyone comment on how funny that would be.
Bastard King- coughs Ok, anything else.
Councilor #2-I found out that if we make a modified Version of our Scout, we can complete it in 1 month, then make minor adjustments while we produce our next Colony ship. That way we can start exploring sooner.
Bastard King-If no one objects, I say go ahead with your plan #2.
Councilor #5-No objection here, I look forward to hearing what the fourth tiers come up with a name for our Scout. chuckles

2400.4

Meeting of the Bastard King and his 5 councilors.

Councilor #5-Peepers, that's so funny. I guess it make's some sense. We are sending the Scout to "peep" around.
Bastard King-Yea, well we have something to laugh about and it make's the workers happy. How is our Colony doing?
Councilor #3-Good. We have them building Research Centers, the planet was low on any exploitable materials.
Councilor #2-We will be making another Scout. Peepers #1 has its orders and will be departing with in the month. Same with our Colony ship.
Bastard King-What tier is the Captain on the Scout ship?
Councilor #2-A third tier. Since we don't know what is out there, we felt that a second tier might be a waste.
Councilor #5- laughs Well as long as he knows where the fuel gauge is, he should be fine.

2400.6

Meeting of the Bastard King and his 5 councilors.

Bastard King-I see Peepers #2 has been built. What are we planning on building next.
Councilor #2-I just received a message from Peepers #1. A brief survey shows a Gas planet we can colonize, so I would suggest another Colony ship.
Bastard King-Ok, but I think we need to expand ship building abilities. Give me an option the next time we meet.

2400.8

Meeting of the Bastard King and his 5 councilors.

Councilor #2-Great news. Peepers #2 has found more planets to colonize.
Bastard King-Good. Well, what have you come up with to increase our ship production?
Councilor #2-We can build a Space Station with a small Ship Yard. It will have a slower production rate than our main Ship Yard, but we can make many of them.
Bastard King-Great, lets make another Colony Ship then build these Space Stations.

2401.1

Emergency meeting of the Bastard King and his 5 councilors.

Councilor #2-Sorry to call this meeting. We just received an emergency message from the Captain of Peepers #2. They have met another species.
Councilor #1-Are they women?
Councilor #5-Would you give it up #1, see how it distracts you, how would you function if we had women. Hey Bastard, do you think that each of us 5 are different from each other, #1 seems to dwell on "women" a bit much.
Bastard King-I'm starting to think you might be right. BUT, what about this contact, are they Hostile?
Councilor #2-No, they are friendly. Seems that the Captain is negotiating for a treaty between us. He also says that there are Colonizable planets in the sector.
Bastard King-Umm, a capable captain. Can you send a message to the Gasie heading in that direction and have it route to the sector Peepers #2 is at and colonize there. That way we will have an outpost to keep an eye on these aliens.
Councilor #5-Do these aliens have a name?
Councilor #2-They call themselves the Sweden Democracy.
Councilor #1-Never heard of them.
Bastard King- sigh Are you sure you are not a fourth tier #1? Anyway, after the Star Base is built, build another and have the Star Base build another. We need more construction ability. Oh, what is being built on our newest Colony?
Councilor #2-A Space Yard, we have a few more months before it comes Online, but that should help us.
Bastard King-Good, and tell the Captain of Peepers #2 good job.
to be continued

[ June 02, 2003, 00:20: Message edited by: Narrew ]

Ruatha
June 2nd, 2003, 05:51 AM
So, now I start to understand what is happening around me http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

teal
June 3rd, 2003, 02:12 PM
2403.2

The head diplomatic Minister Dionysus walked calmly into Prometheus’ office. As always he had a slightly bemused smile upon his face.

<font color=purple>“Have you drafted my response to the recent incursions into our space D?”

<font color=blue>“Yes here it is.”:

<font color=black>FNORD FNORD FNORD,

Recently colony ships bearing your markings have been seen inside Nyxian Chaos space and on a course to colonize currently empty planets well within the borders of the Nyxian Chaos. Following standard operating procedures, my ambassador to your government has already asked you to turn those colony ships around and send them elsewhere. Your reply was to send your colony ships even further along their course.

There has been much debate among my ministers as to what our response to this action should be. Some asserted that we should let you settle inside our space. Giving up space and a defensive buffer in exchange for what one minister called “peace in our time.” Other ministers have been equally adamant that we should send our warships to blow your colony ships out of space saying that alien species will never respect anything but force. Neither of these options have much appeal to me. It is thus with a heavy heart that I settled upon the only possible alternative to these two extremes: reciprocity. I will respond to every move by you with an equal and opposite move by me. Consequently I have ordered my captains to colonize planets in the FNORD and FNORD systems in your empire to match the courses of your colony ships for planets in the FNORD and FNORD systems in my empire. As soon as your colony ships set course back to your space or for border systems I shall respond in kind and order my colony ships to turn around and/or abandon any colonies that have already been formed.

My ambassador says that you have taught him a new game which is a favorite among your people. Chess it is called. It is a most excellent game and it strikes me that it would be possible to play via diplomatic courier. I thus move my king pawn forward two squares.

Your move,

Prometheus the Unchained

<font color=purple>“Very nice D. But will it have the desired effect?”

<font color=blue>“I can’t say how these aliens think your lordship. Some of the species we have encountered have even been somewhat immune to my standard protocol of having lots of parties with copious amounts of wine served by attractive goddesses. However, I believe that they will read the measured nature of our response and see that we wish to avoid war, but at the same time we shall not be pushed around.”

<font color=purple>“Well we can only hope that they will see the wisdom of our age old saying ‘I’ll respect your tracts of land if you’ll respect mine’”

<font color=blue>“I always thought that had to do with something else given Aphrodite’s sly smile whenever I say that, but I see what you mean.”

<font color=purple>“One Last thing D. What are all these FNORDs doing in the letter. What do they mean?”

<font color=blue>“Oh that. I’m afraid that those words are classified available only to Ultraviolet level citizens and you are only a Violet level citizen.”

<font color=purple>“Are there any ultraviolet level citizens? I thought I was king of the Nyxian Chaos how could anyone be classified higher than me? I really would like to know who it is I’m sending this letter to and what systems I am actually discussing.”

<font color=blue>“I’m afraid not sir. All the ultraviolet level citizens were killed when the main computer went on its unfortunate rampage 20 years ago. I don’t even know what it is the letter is exactly talking about.”

<font color=purple>“Ok. Well I guess we’d better send it off to all of our neighboring empires and hopefully they won’t be too confused if it doesn’t apply to them.”

<font color=blue>“A wise plan as always o great Prometheus. And now if you’ll excuse me I’m late for the latest orgy. Kaese has thought up the idea of melting cheese in a giant pot and then dipping yummy bits of bread into it. A most delicious improvement upon the standard orgy scene.”

<font color=purple>“If only troubled rulers had time for orgies D that does sound delicious. I do hope you have a nice time.”

[ June 03, 2003, 13:13: Message edited by: teal ]

Ruatha
June 4th, 2003, 07:37 PM
I'm glad I'm not a neighbour of the Nyxian chaos.
Can be somewhat confusing to talk with someone who don't know what they are ralking about.

[ June 04, 2003, 20:29: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

teal
June 5th, 2003, 11:17 AM
One might say that being a neighbor of the Nyxian Chaos is a chaotic experience... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

On a sad note I will be out of town from Sunday June 7th through Thursday June 12th. So the AI will be playing those turns for me. On the plus side maybe my neighbors will be less confused by a computer! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Teal

Cyrien
June 6th, 2003, 11:05 PM
2403.3

The Alteri had many new things to think of, especially First Speaker. Two new races the Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk, and the Argon Confederation had only recently been encountered. The borders available for future exploration and colonization where rapidly shrinking. First Speaker found this deeply troubling. On the other hand two of the three races had stated an interest in an exchange of knowledge that would allow for the colonization of new types of worlds.
The Rorg had briefly spoken on this topic when first encountered but nothing much had come of it. Recently the Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk had made contact more aggressively for such a trade. Now the Argon Confederation was present and though it had not made an offer based on the actions of the other two races now known First Speaker felt confident in extending them an offer of trade in such knowledge. First Speaker was smiling inwardly at how a three way bidding war between races that were all offering the same basic package might benefit the Alteri. Still it was too soon to be declaring victory just yet. The two new races where very much unknown quantities and while no official communications with the Argon Confederation had taken place, both the Rorg and the Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk had what could only be termed warlike and hostile overtones to past Messages. First Speaker felt certain that the need to expand and create a military War branch was now very necessary. Further delay would not be tolerable.

First Speaker communicated his wishes with those under him directly from their they rapidly spread to other areas. Thanks to the other Firsts giving First Speaker Zyx authority to do whatever was necessary with the aliens his commands and decisions were unquestioned. For the first time ever multiple Firsts were raised all at once, and by the command of only a single First.

First Warrior, First Captain, and many other Firsts all quite in agreement as to future courses of action for the Alteri and all from First Speakers newly come to power. Enough to ensure that the other Firsts could do nothing about it or take any other necessary actions without First Speakers agreement once they became aware of them.

The Alteri Unity had effectively seen it's first governmental overthrow. It was likely the closest thing the Alteri would ever come to a revolution or Civil War.

[ June 17, 2003, 05:41: Message edited by: Cyrien ]

Greybeard
June 6th, 2003, 11:48 PM
Perhaps it would be beneficial to remind all players in NGC3 that tech trading is not allowed (although trading of ships is allowed!) If you want the technology, trade for a ship with the tech and evaluate it...Greybeard (for the Argon Confederation)

Ruatha
June 7th, 2003, 09:34 AM
It's not needed to be reminded, tech traidn is impossible, it is disabled (Should be anyway, I checked that box, so ship trading is the only way)

Cyrien
June 7th, 2003, 11:31 PM
Yep. Any time I am referring to technology trading I am reffering to a trade of ships with the relevant technology. Breakit down and analyze it and you have a tech trade, or something like it, as long as it is a ship placeable tech anyways. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Ruatha
June 14th, 2003, 08:52 AM
2403.6, The Swedish Nation - The Edge of the Abyss.

The head of the armed forces walked with a distinct sound from his boot heels as he entered Ruatha's office.
<font color=purple>"-Greetings.
I come to inform you that we need more and better warships if we are to defend our nation!

<font color=Blue>"-Oh.
But we already have the Coastguard Alpha class ships, Defender of the kingdom and the Defender of the Queen.
They are quite possibly the most powerful warships in the entire galaxy!
Surely that must be enough?
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-By no means!
Those ships are merely armed transport ships, they are most of the time being used by the civilian authorities.
I can't understand how you can say that they are the most powerful ships in the galaxy, they are quite weak!!
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-But we have seen no other war ships, not one amongst the alien species around us.
So therefore our Coastguard Alpa ships can quite POSSIBLY be amongst the most powerful ships in the galaxy! <font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-You don't understand!
We stand with our feets at the edge of the abyss, we need to take a big step forward to ensure our safety. And that step forward is called the Wasa Dominator!
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-I can't really see the meaning of it. The Coastguard ships should be enough.
But if you feel so strongly about it the Wasa Dominators will be added to the construction list for prioritazion.
If we build these ships though you will have to keep them in the core systems, they can't be used to patrol the borders.
The Wasa Dominators are to powerful ships. Such a show of power might provoke a pre-emptive attack from our neighbours. And I will not take our nation into war if I can avoid it!
Is that understood?
<font color=black>
<font color=purple>"-As long as I get some decent capital warships I'll keep them wherever you want, as long as they aren't needed elsewhere!
<font color=black>
With this he saluted and left the office in a fast walk.
Ruatha watched him go and shaked his head thinking that there goeas a man that has seen to many war movies.

[ June 18, 2003, 07:43: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Cyrien
July 8th, 2003, 05:07 AM
2404.3

First Artificer was intrigued with the ruins. The first reports where intriguing. The ruins appeared to be some form of Massive Planetary Shield Generator. The Alteri had never seen anything like it before and already several basic and primitive copies where being made on several core planets and strategic border planets, causing a great but managed strain on available resources. The shields where however, but one bit of great news within the Unity. First Speaker had secured for analysis a colony ship designed for gaseous planets and with it a small collection of Argon population. The final stages of technological evaluation of the ship where being completed and plans where being laid to send the Argonian population to several worlds with breathable atmospheres to maximize their potential. Some scientists were even suggesting that it might be possible to join the Argonian minds to the Unity. This was an intriguing idea worth investigating. So far limited experimentation on the minds of a few aliens that had entered Alteri space for trade or diplomacy had resulted in little more than being able to create great confusion and pain in the minds of the unwitting test subjects. Military command however believed this could be applied as an effective weapon should the need arise. Resources were being dedicated to examine the feasibility of this. A pending trade of ships with the Rorg would soon render all planets colonizeable to the Alteri. The scientists looked forward to prying the technological secrets out of the ship that would be recieved. There was a little dissapointment that no population would be included this time.

First Commander was abit troubled about reports of a large Rorg fleet close to their borders, however the report stated they were all frigates which would not be much of a match for the new Carrier ships that would soon be entering production. More worrisome was the silence that had continued for several years from the Free Democratic Socialist Republic.

First Speaker and First Commander were both in agreement however that other prospects looked much more promising. The Argon seemed as if they could become a strong and reliable ally with several territorial agreements completed along with the ship exchange and the Argonian population that had come to live within the Unity.

The Narrewian Federation also seemed promising with territorial agreements in the works and looking very promising.

Several other races had also been encountered but most had agreed to respect Alteri territory and engage in basic trade in exchange for similiar territorial respect. Only a few were an unknown quantity.

In all things looked very promising for the future. The biggest problem seemed to be a lack of ice planets to colonize. But with the new knowledge of other world types being gained from other races this would not be a problem for very long as colonization of gas and rock type planets could soon begin.

First Speaker was beginning to gain vague stirrings from the minds of neighboring species that made him think perhaps now he should appoint a First Spy. It seemed other were taking an interst in this area and it would not be prudent for the Alteri to leave themselves open to covert actions from other races, with the increase in traders, alien scientists and diplomats entering Alteri space from other empires it was becoming very difficult for the Speakers to keep track of them all. It would be very usefull to have a branch designated for just such alien monitoring.
Additionaly it might not be a bad idea to keep track of the old disgruntled Speakers. Their criticism of the new methods for doing things was great and they might just overcome their aVersion to his own methods enough to attempt to employ them themselves.

Ruatha
July 11th, 2003, 07:04 AM
2404.5, The Swedish Nation - Where is God?

Ruatha sat worried in his office discussing the current status with the foreign minister.
<font color=purple>"-What should we do about this Ruatha.
If we continue with our research treaty with this race we will be aiding them to develop that device that the ancient texts warns us about, the Talisman!

<font color=Blue>"-Yes. I can see that.
I have already sent them a message stating that we must downgrade our current treaty to include manufactured goods only. All scientists have been recalled from their facilities and all their scientists has been sent home.
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-I guess you have been reading the ancient texts aswell?
If so you know what we are supposed to do now?
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-I know that the texts say that we should eradicate these species as soon as we discover them. But those texts where based on a different universe, they are ancient as you say!
Surely they can't apply to our modern day situation!
I won't throw away a 600 year long tradition of peace just becouse some outdated book says I should. It's not like we belive that book to be some kind of divine revelation!
It's just based upon the knowledge that was availible when it was written, and at that time all highly religious races where fanatics, bent on converting all the universe at the point of their guns.
The times have changed! <font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-I hope you are right. If we allow them to devcelop the Talisman we might find ourselfs converted to their faith if you're wrong!
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-I won't let that happen.
We will watch these aliens closely. Any sign of them trying to convert other species and I might have to change my mind.
<font color=black>
<font color=purple>"-In that case I have to agree with the armed forces. We aren't equipped for war! Then we will have to build a fleet.
<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-This is not the time for that, but I see your point and I will consider it further.
Now I've got other pressing issues to deal with.
These Katamarans are very interested in trading manure with us, but they only want to pay with **** of their own! Negotiations, negotiations.
See what **** I have to deal with all days!
<font color=black>
With a laugh the foreign minister left Ruatha's office.

[ July 23, 2003, 20:53: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Unknown_Enemy
July 22nd, 2003, 01:46 AM
To all sentient races of the quadrant
From General-President-Pope lhvklvhmpzdkzm of the Free Democratic Socialist Republic of gfrhghtrhftrt

Subject : Sweden Empire behavior

Recently a ship from the Swedish Empire stumbled on one of our system. Initial offer was to aks for a trade and research alliance. We also received immediately a trade proposition from these newcomers. However, Capitalistic Devil of Free Market was not far away, as they immediately asked :
1) respect of their frontiers
2) right for exploration from unarmed destroyers.
(we note that they would have granted us the same rights they asked from us)

Being in a universe where lies such races as the Rage and Free Mark...errr..I mean Xi Chung we believe that exploring our territory should be allowed only to races we trust. Our Free Democratic Socialist society also believe that trust is to be won by time, and is never given immediately. So we refused, and proposed that we respect each other's frontiers and that we do not explore each other's territory. Some other race are actively exploring our territory, without protests from us. But no unidentified newcomers.

Their answer was to dust our treaty proposition, send us a 'non aggression treaty' and to tell us "You are treading a dangerous path!".

One can wonder what is this "dangerous path". Is it dangerous because Sweden is about to attack us ? For the first time in our history, we have to deal with alien veiled threats. Let it be said, we will make public all incoming Messages from the Sweden Empire, we will publicize their acts for all to know what is happening.

We are a peaceful specie, no match for aggressive ones. But should we die, we would make sure all other races has been warned.

Ruatha
July 23rd, 2003, 09:53 PM
2404.8, The Swedish Nation - Armageddon?

Ruatha sat in his comfortable chair discussing with the foreign minister.
The Foreign minister turned towards Ruatha;
<font color=purple>"-It seems that the ancient texts might not be all wrong after all!

<font color=Blue>"-Hmm, This "Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk" is a strange nation, I agree. But to say that they are what the ancients say about religious races is somewhat premature I belive!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Haven't you seen the communications we've had with them?
First they send us a proposal for a non-agression treaty while we propose the same treaty that all other alien races have accepted, trade and exploration.
Then they say "Our offer was better. Our agreement will stand as long as you respect the spirit of it. Assimilation into the beard of Marx is inevitable. We disagree with the exploration." and then when we accept their treaty proposal and withdraw our ship they get upset!

<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-There must be a reason that they won't let us explore, on this I agree. But what can it be? <font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Isn't it obvious? They're building a large aggressive fleet to conquer the galaxy, and they don't want us to see it!
<font color=black>

<font color=blue>"-It could be true! I can't see any other reason.
Very well, send out the codeword Armageddon to all ship yards!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Good, should I send codeword Ragnarok to the military now?
<font color=black>

<font color=blue>"-No, not yet.
I'm not yet prepared to throw away 600 years of peace that fast.
But we must know if they are preparing for an attack.
I think the scout ships should try to pass the outskirts of their territory and try to get a peek at what they are up to. Transmit that order to the scout ship.
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-I shall see to it at once.
<font color=black>

The foreign minister left in a fast pace with a determined look upon his face.

Ruatha
July 23rd, 2003, 09:57 PM
Originally posted by Unknown_Enemy:
Initial offer was to aks for a trade and research alliance. We also received immediately a trade proposition from these newcomers.
Their answer was to dust our treaty proposition..<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">2404.6:
Message from the Free Democratic Socialist Republic of Bhrzvfbk:
hummm......let's say ? how about non agression ?"


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Unknown_Enemy
July 23rd, 2003, 11:31 PM
????

I thought send a TR treaty ????
My bad.

But with the current turn lenght, it is a pain to remember what happened turn after turn.

In fact, the whole game is becoming a pain for me, I should have played otherwise.
http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif

So should anybody want to take care of a healthy empire, I am open to give the position.

Ruatha
September 2nd, 2003, 02:18 PM
For any new players, here's some old info on the game.
Gotta post an update I guess.

Joachim
September 9th, 2003, 04:30 AM
So is this thread going to get some more stories?
Just wandering if it is worth my time to post stuff (Need to do something to make me feel better about the sorry state of the empire I took over http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif )

Ruatha
September 9th, 2003, 05:24 AM
Yep, I'll surely post here sometime!

Alneyan
September 9th, 2003, 12:50 PM
I will too, as soon as I am finished with plotting and diplomacy. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Cyrien
September 10th, 2003, 10:59 PM
First Speaker was deeply troubled. Despite friendly words and agreements several races with which they had established treaties with where clearly in violation of those agreements.

Yet tentative mind scans of these races showed they feared no retaliation from the Alteri so felt free to do as they willed.

He and others had come to accept that one must wield some strength to gain treaties with other species, but now it seemed that they must also possess even greater strength for the others to respect these agreements.

First Speaker reached into the depths of the Alteri collective memories and sought out the presence of specific individuals.

As he located them their minds joined and information freely flowed between them... freely between those who where Firsts. Thousands of voices joined into One.
*Assimilation of alien species... proceeds... slow... steady... sooner... not priority!
Ships... more... sooner... military... larger... faster... stronger... armored... shielded... colonize race... new... within year... complete!
Planets... good... MORE... faster... treaty violation... hostile... not listening... no respect... military... EXPAND!
Research... shields... armor... selves... understand... ships... GREATER UNIFY!
Resources... excellent... good... acceptable... USE!*

So it went time and time again until all issues had been met as the conflicting views of each melded into a single new mind a combination of them all... decisions were made... and they seperated, each seperate once again. Now agreed on a unified course of action, a course chosen with perfect understanding of each other and with perfect agreement.

If others would listen only to force then force is what they would have. Those who honored their treaties would be respected. Those who did not would learn why they should. Within the year the first true vessels of the Alteri Space Navy would be designed and constructed. Then they would request that those who had broken faith honor the old agreements. Those who did not would be made to honor them.

________________
I am altering my approach to this some. I didn't really like the way I was doing it before. Too event driven and specific and not enough story. A few alterations to how I am portraying the race as well... still fits perfectly within the in game description, perhaps better than before even.

Hope you enjoy.

[ September 10, 2003, 22:02: Message edited by: Cyrien ]

Ruatha
September 11th, 2003, 09:04 PM
2405.8, The Swedish Nation - Crusaders

Ruatha sat in his comfy armchair talking with the foreign minister.
The Foreign minister turned towards Ruatha;
<font color=purple>"-What should we do with this religion problem!

<font color=Blue>"-The tradition and all reason says that they should be exterminated. But we have met four religious races so far, there seems to be plenty of them in the universe.
Perhaps religion is something common, and not as we thought, something rare!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Yes, but that just makes it more dangerous!
Now we must watch every step we take in the universe, waiting for an armed conVersion attempt.
Let's kill em first!

<font color=black>
<font color=blue>"-We can't!
We might be powerful, but not that powerful. One of these religious races is powerful enough to kill us by themselfs, let's not think about how a four front war would be... <font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-What should we do then?
<font color=black>

<font color=blue>"-We'll continue strengthening our defences, and hope that these religious races will try to convert each others first.
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Yes, the old books says something like that. That the religious ones hates other religions even more than those who have no faith. Let's hope that's the case.
<font color=black>

<font color=blue>"-Yes, hope is wath we will have to put our trust in for a while!
<font color=black>

<font color=purple>"-Do I sense a hint of religion there?
<font color=black>

The foreign minister smiled as he left the room.

[ September 11, 2003, 20:07: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Alneyan
September 13th, 2003, 06:43 PM
Turn 2405.8, The NethernoS Empire.

It was not even dawn when the meeting started in the Council Hall. One by one, the Ministers entered, tall beings quite similar nevertheless to mankind. But on this peculiar day, their features, usually so composed, were marked with weariness and anxiety. Extraordinary meetings were seldom called, especially at such an hour, and so they could not help pondering on the reasons of their presence here. The Hall itself would have been described as being barely functional by someone not belonging to the Nethernos, but according to their standards, it was luxurious as there were a few decorations and even tapestries hanged on the bare walls.

The answer would come too soon for their taste. When all the Ministers sat down, a slightly shorter Nethernos spoke in a hoarse voice: “Greetings Ministers and Representatives. You have been summoned at my orders, as a situation is developing in our remote systems.”

The man who talked was Chancelor Narzlon R'ah Tresna, a rather different Nethernos. Unlike the majority, he had little taste to battle, but was even more encline to plot and much more wary. Above all, he believed battles were not the only way of dealing with unexpected problems. As a result, he was not too popular among the Council, which usually preferred more traditionalist individuals. We are here to discuss about the line of conduct to adopt about such matters and...

- Would you mind to deal with internal politics in the first place, Chancelor?” [/i] One of the Ministers broke in angrily, his voice revealing bluntly his feelings.

- “Really Arknalor Pt'ah Nirtur? Are you trying to raise once again your petty quarrel when our very lives are threatened? I should have expected nothing more from you.” Chancelor Narzlon replied in the same tone and did not even granted the Minister a glance. “Don't you know that unfortunately our beloved Emperor is no longer able to rule our Empire, and has appointed us to act while he is unavailable? How dare you question his wisdom?” His voice was suddenly becoming sweeter as he challenged his opponent.

- “Who do you expect to deceive? Acting is the proper word, we are pretending to be part of the power when you are seizing it for yourself. We all know the Emperor is nothing but a puppet, begging for having his pleasures.” He gave a snort of disdain before resuming: “You lie, lie, lie, as usual, I warned them but...”

- “ That's enough.” Narzlon spoke very calmly, but his voice was cooler than the arctic winds. He nodded at one of the guards , and the bodyguard fired at Arknalor mechanically. His target fell to the floor without even realizing what occurred. “He is merely stunned for a few hours, the strength of the discharge was not enough to kill him.” The voice of the soldier was emotionless, as if he was talking about a casual subject like the weather.

- “I will never let anyone here criticize or worse, dishonour, the Emperor. Now we can resume our conversation without being disturbed this time.” Narzlon indulged in a sly smile as the other Ministers were staring at him, startled, not realizing what had just happened. “So. We had just received reports warning us of the presence of several light cruisers near our systems. We believe they could launch an offensive against our homeworld in less than five months. I suppose I don't have to explain why such news are quite troublesome?

If the Council has been baffled by the cold treatment inflicted on their fellow, they were now astonished by such news. Warships threatening to destroy their worlds! That was unheard in the Nethernos history. It took a minute to the Ministers to recover from their shock, and only one of them managed to speak aloud, albeit stammering:

- “But what are we waiting for to send our own ships to prevent them from attacking? We always used this strategy, and now...”

- “And now it is no longer working. But perhaps you would like to attack their cruisers with stones, as our fleet is not ready to war? Above all, we do not have enough firepower to challenge our potential enemies, and our people is not prepared to fight. Narzlon was speaking slowly as if he was explaining something obvious to a child.

- “But we cannot remain hidden, shivering at the sight of warships!” another Minister broke in. “Do you expect us to remain in our systems, waiting for our doom? Never! Our ancestors did not wage wars to give us the few systems we are holding simply to see us abandoning these territories!” He looked shocked and his cheeks were turning red with anger.

- “Then we will give you a frigate for you to defeat single-handedly all their cruisers. Does that sound agreeable to you?” The Chancelor gave a bitter laugh before resuming his speech, as if he has not been interrupted. “ We are having trade treaties with our neighbours, and some of these other Empires have even promised to help us if a war was to be started. However, we are reluctant to trust such allies, as they are likely to betray us at the first occasion.”

Most of the Council suddenly spoke at the same time, arguing about the proper conduct to adopt. “You can't even evoke such a thing, trading or depending on someone else protection!” one Minister was saying, bewildered. “We are surrendering without even fighting, what is becoming our once proud nation?” said another, chiming in. But amidst the overwhelming noise, High Trader Sarsila was trying to get the attention of the audience.

- “Please listen to me! Listen!” she shouted in her most bass voice. When they were listening listlessly to her, she exclaimed: [i] “Do you realize we are fighting each other when we should remain united against such threads? How do you expect to win against foreigners if we cannot even decide of a common attitude? Although I hate to have to resort to such measures, necessity is a harsh mistress. The times did change since the time of our glorious ancestors, and only fools keep on using the same tactics when the circumstances are no longer comparable.” She gasped for a little while, but when one of the representative wanted to say something, she did not let him do so.

- “ I don't know how you are feeling, but I, for one, would rather be living on my homeworld, after having negotiated with strangers rather than being dead, ashamed of the destruction of our home because of our unwarranted pride! And finally, please set aside your differences as such times are not requiring plotting and schemes!” It was a long speech to make, but it has been effective given the looks on the faces of her audience.

- “Now that you heard to the words of foresight and sagacity, you might want to reflect for a night or so. You are dismissed.” Chancelor Narzlon wanted to regain the control of the situation, though the intervention of Sarsila was more than welcome. He had not expect such help from her, or from anyone in the Council for that matter.

As the Ministers were leaving, whispering to each other excitingly, Narzlon asked for the High Trader to remain in the Council Hall for a moment. He told her matter-of-factly: “I will have to present other matters to the Trade Assembly. Would you mind to summon them? The Assembly is due to gather in no more than two hours. No, not know, he said as he saw her already leaving.

Before that, I also need to ask you to keep an eye on my Ministers. You saw how stubborn they are, and how difficult it is to sway them to adhere to the good sense. If one of them was thinking of turning traitor... Well, I would like to know about such a case. I wished our society was not that focused on plotting, it would be so much easier. They would see I am acting for their best interests”

Wisely she did not point out that the Chancelor came to power thanks to the aforementioned plots, but instead she said: “Very well, it shall be done. We will be waiting for you in the Trade Chamber as soon as possible. I have to admit I am quite interested in examining these trade proposals from our neighbours, and I am sure the Traders will be more conciliatory than the Council.”

OOC: It is my first attempt at an in-game story, so you are more than welcome to send your criticisms, accusations, or other comments, and if you spot a mistake or a typo, please point it out, preferably via an email so as to not encumber this thread. Thanks in advance. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Cyrien
September 14th, 2003, 03:11 AM
2405.9

The messenger found the First Speaker engaged in other matters. He made a light inquiry and recieved the ok from the First Speaker.

The messenger made his report.
-Several members of an alien species have been found attempting to engage in questionable activities within our borders. We are unsure of how to proceed.

The First Speaker contemplated this before replying.
-Send the following message to the species...
We have caught several of your species in questionable activities. We shall return them to you but they and others like them are not to return within our borders uninvited.

The messenger agreed but had a single question.
-What should we do if more are found?

The First Speaker already had the answer.
-We will decide then.

The messenger departed and on a border world five warp jumps away from the First Speakers physical body returned to his own to carry out his instructions.

The First Speaker returned his full attention to the discussion at hand. It seemed the alien ruins of planet sized shields that had been so sucessfully implemented on several key worlds had finally been miniaturized down to a size acceptable for a ship. The possibilities were staggering...

[ September 14, 2003, 02:44: Message edited by: Cyrien ]

Cyrien
September 14th, 2003, 08:25 AM
Hehe... someone tried intel against me for the first time (that I know of) but I was prepared(I think)!

Alneyan
October 28th, 2003, 03:04 PM
2407.4 The Free Democratic Socialist Republic

For the attention of all sapient beings, this is a message coming from the General-Pope-President of our Glorious Free Nation.

As you may have heard, we have recently suffered from plots and other conspiracies coming from alien species, which in turn resulted in our isolation while we dealt with these petty threats. For more than three of our years, we broke all contacts with the Outside, which was responsible for our current troubles. And even as we speak, the infamous Xorlian Alliance is attempting to attack our systems, its white warships endangering our colonies. In all colonies of the Republic, we pray for the safety of our brothers and sisters, from the remote worlds of Zoghad to the Most Magnificent World of Haven, Centre of the Republic.

However, it is our belief that the time for complete withdrawal has come to its end. We are now resuming our contacts with the Outside, with the due caution because of the nuisances we suffered. With the help of the One Above, we will, in the following months, resume our diplomacy efforts, as long as these contacts do not jeopardize our unique culture, beliefs and values. It is the will of the One Who Knows that we shall open ourselves to the Outside once again, as we used to, before these incidents. And I, the General-Pope-President, relay this wish and ask you to do so.

In the mean time, the issue of the Xorlian Alliance shall be solved, with as few consequences as possible. It is our hope that this species can found the inner peace of the One Who Knows as well, and we are praying for their own salvation even as we are still holding their advance in H'Plaghu system. But if they dare to reject our disinterested offer, they will have to face the consequences of their choice. Every sapient being in the universe shall know than none, none at all, will be allowed to defy the Free Democratic Socialist Republic in impunity! All the might the One Who Knows can give us will be used to punish such an individual, in whatever darkness he may lurk, desperately hiding from our retribution.

To my beloved people, I send all my prayers for your safety, in the hardships to come. But rest assured that the One Above shall protect us for all the torments that lie ahead of us, while our Keepers protect us from the more mundane threats, such as this Xorlian Alliance. Of that I can give you my pledge. Nobody will even attempt to hurt you, lest the Republic would retaliate with all its might. May our God grants us the strength we may all need in the future, if our enemies manage to imperial our spiritual essence. We fear this most grievous threat may be the most likely one as well.

Thus spoke the General-Pope-President of the Free Democratic Socialist Republic, acknowledged as leader of five billion faithfuls present on over fifty worlds, representative of the One Who Knows, and all shall hear his message.

Ruatha
October 28th, 2003, 04:11 PM
Greetings all aliens.
The Swedish explorers now have established contact with all alien species in the galaxy.

We know where you live!
Whoa ha ha ha!


Welcome back Alneyan!

[ October 28, 2003, 14:13: Message edited by: Ruatha ]

Alneyan
December 24th, 2003, 05:55 PM
*Brings the thread back to life* A good month later, here is the promised story. *Grumbles* I cannot say I do like it either, even if I had quite a lot of time to think over this text. There *should* be a sequel with the more recent events, hopefully in a few days. *Winks at Ruatha* So without any more addendum:

2407.9 The Free Democratic Socialist Republic

Outside Councillor Dtleberi glanced at the little, private room he was led to. It was located in the left wing of the Basilica, near the suits dedicated to the highest officials in the Republic. Through the bay window, the only opening in the room, he could see the Ceremony of Teaching taking place somewhere else in the Basilica. The well-known words came to his ears, and he found himself reciting the usual prayer along with the acolytes.

After the ceremony ended, only an acolyte raised his hand: “I am not sure how I should put it Noble Voice... Why, the One Above tends to be represented as an androgynous being. Does the One Who Knows have a specific gender?” The apprentice looked ill-at-ease from having asked such a question, but he was comforted by the Holder:

“It is a good question indeed, and I am glad to see you are sharp-witted enough to ask it. The One Above created our people, composed of both females and males, and thus belongs to both genders and to neither. Besides, no human representation can truthfully evince the true nature of the One Above, and what physical body we may give to the One is merely a pretence. But they are other fields in which...” Dtleberi recalled from his politics courses this change took place so that the godhood would encompass all aspects of the society, instead of leaving some individual outside. The same reasoning could be used for the assimilation of aliens beings as well, he thought.

“Would you like to go back to these days of schooling Dtleberi? If so, I believe it could be arranged.” The gentle voice of the Elder Voice came, a sly smile on his usually stern features.

Dtleberi turned at once, startled, and knelt before the Elder Voice, without giving it a thought: [i] “Stand up, such formalities are not required. Not now.” he commanded.

As the Councillor rose, he cast a quick glance at the Voice adamant face and noticed unusual wrinkles running along his forehead. The Elder Voice resumed as though he had been reading the thoughts which occurred to Dtleberi: “Yes, the Republic is suffering from a few problems, here and there, the occasional little bothers you would expect in a government of such a scale. But before we speak of politics, may I inquire your opinion about a most peculiar topic?” Even if the question was rhetorical, a mere courtesy, the Councillor notice this mark of care and attention.

“What do you think of our Republic, and all good it brought with the course of the years?” The query came, unexpected, on a personal matter rather than some question with regards to the *others*, the Outside. He was reminded of the improvements done by the Republic to these outer colony worlds since they came to power, and above all, of the highly advanced technology available on Haven, the Seat of the Republic. Besides, they gave to these depraved worlds values to follow, and a cultural standard. Convinced by the fairness of the Republic, his voice was steady when he answered: “It is my belief the fate of our denizens is as good as one could expect, and the Republic promoted many technological advances ensuring our citizens a decent standard of living. And we managed to avoid the moral decay encountered among other peoples.”

The Elder Voice nodded his approval. “It comforts me to see you share my views about the necessity and the justice of a government such as our Republic. Unfortunately, as you may know, our values are not shared by all, and a few are even plotting the fall of the Republic. *Our* fall, and the tumble of civilization as we know it.” A look of concern passed on his face as he pointed at a projection on the wall. The hologram was of a tall being, with fair complexion and blonde hair.

“ The Swedes,” Dtleberi muttered. “Our relationship with their Democracy has always been tense, as they do not share our agenda on religion and left aside this path,” he mused aloud. “ But I had not expected a war with them, not in my lifetime at the very least, even if we do not pursue the same aims.”

The Elder Voice gave a bitter laugh. “We are not at war with them. Not yet. But our relations are deep rooted in mistrust and misunderstanding and a conflict seems unavoidable. We may have a few months to brace ourselves, but they might strike even as we speak.” Dtleberi heard the deafening din of a spacecraft take-off from one of the remote spaceports. Another dartship northbound, ordered to reinforce the north defences, the most vulnerable border of the Republic.

“Extraordinary circumstances enquire extraordinary measures,” the Voice resumed, in a forbidding tone. “The One Who Knows prevent us from struggling against the Swedes, but we cannot take any chance with our protection. As per an ordonnance of the High Seat, the whole Republic is to fall under martial law. The Order of the Candle will be tasked with enforcing this new rule while the Outside Council will be held responsible for the control of our border worlds. Likewise, all space yards will be called for production of dartships to ensure the safety of the Circle. It is our unfortunate duty to fully militarise the Republic as otherwise a weak military might spell our end.”

Councillor Dtleberi was taken aback by such harsh decisions, as he slowly grasped what it meant. Martial law. All power handed back to the military, and to a lesser extent, to the High Seat, rather than to the civil servants. He was still lost in thoughts when the voice of the Elder, this time gentler, came to his ears: “I do know this prospect can be quite depressing for you Dtleberi, but you know as well as I do that no alternatives are left. Even if we can concur to a pacific resolution with the Swedes, a powerful and efficient fleet will be required. Contrary to our earlier beliefs, we are not alone in this galaxy, and worse, other Empires follow the path of the Faith such as the Nyxians. We can safely assume they have access to the so-called Talisman as well, which means our Republic is no longer a special nation. And as they are rumoured to be stronger than us, they might even surpass the Republic in all its glory. Thus we have to strengthen our military power so that the Republic can remain a Power in this galaxy, while waiting for our opportunity to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Do you now see why such measures are required, even if you do not accept them?”

No answer was needed, and Dtleberi merely shook his head in approval. “But I did not summon you to discuss and to bore with such considerations or our current strategies,” the Elder Voice continued. “Instead, I wished to entrust you with a grave responsibility. As you know, we still have a Trade agreement with the Swedes. We would like to break this treaty, if only to state our independence from the Outside. However, we would have to be wary when doing so, for the Swedes might interpret our decision as a preparation to war. You are to contact them and to explain to them why it is our belief this agreement should be cancelled, while guaranteeing we have no hostilities with them.”

“I shall handle this diplomacy effort,” answered Dtleberi. “But I am reluctant to trust the Swedes, and their disposition tends to be fairly inconstant according to our previous communications. It is my worry they might seize our decree as a pretence to launch their offensive. Nonetheless, I will do as you ask, my Elder.”

“So do I Dtleberi, but once again we have to challenge them to figure out whether they are trustworthy or not. It is why I personally required your assistance in this matter, as all your skill in diplomacy will be needed to treat this request without causing any incident. I will be leaving to attend the Circle Assembly, and will be looking forward to reading your message at your earliest convenience.”

Dtleberi bowed deeply as the Elder Voice left the room, and was left to wonder why he had been designed to see to this delicate relation. It was uncommon for the High Seat to give any scrap of true power, let alone important responsibilities. Perhaps it was due to the tense situation, which required more skilled individuals to solve. He scolded himself sternly for meddling in someone else's affairs, and dismissed the thought with a shrug.

Thus the following message was sent afterwards to the Sweden Tingsrads:
“Greetings Ruatha of the Swedes,
We do understand your concerns about our agenda, and your consequent refusal of our technological exchange. However, you would have to take into consideration our own reluctance to trade raw materials with an Empire which does not follow our path and our values. Distrust and doubts are too well rooted in our relationship to allow any efficient trade agreement between us. Therefore, the Free Democratic Socialist Republic had to decide to cancel all trade with the Swedes. All Republican personnel is to leave Sweden space as soon as possible, and our ships will henceforth stay away from your worlds.
Please rest assured we have no intention of attacking or threatening the Swedes, and our decree is a mere security measure and our attempt to prevent any misunderstanding from occurring again. Our hope is to live in shared peace with the Swedes, but we cannot open our worlds to the Sweden Democracy for the time being. Nevertheless, this decision will be reconsidered at the earliest possible opportunity once we can assure the safety of our Republic, both physical and moral, as our worlds follow what we believe to be a righteous path.
Respectfully, Outside Councillor Dtleberi.”

[ December 24, 2003, 16:05: Message edited by: Alneyan ]

Ruatha
December 26th, 2003, 11:11 AM
*Goodie* I'll have to start writing myself again, soon...

Vezzra
January 22nd, 2004, 12:05 AM
Ok, special events deserve special attention, so I tried and made an attempt to write a little in-game story. I'm not a native speaker, so my English is somewhat clumsy (and full of mistakes, I guess), nevertheless, here is the first part:


Nether'noS Empire, 7th of 2409.8

Hov'gra watched as the "sun" touched the horizon. The "sun" of this system was an average yellow star, bathing the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors. Sunset on the Nether'noS homeworld was always a spectacular sight. Hov'gra stood on a platform of a tremendously high tower - the Silver Tower, residence of the Emperors of Nether'noS, seat of the imperial council, by which he ruled his empire. The tower was build on the summit of Nether'quron, a lone mountain that raised above the vast plains, on which the great capital of the Nether'noS empire, Nether'couya was build. The mountain was at the very center of the city, nearly 2000m high, and the Silver Tower itself another 1500m. But not even from this high point one could see the entire capital, buildings and structures were reaching to the horizon and beyond, buzzling with life and activity.

To the south, almost at the horizon, an especially large complex of structures could be seen, this was Boswell Interstellar Spaceport. Countless spaceships leaving and arriving appeared as tiny dots in the southern sky.

It was a beautiful and, despite all the activity, peaceful sight. As if problems did not exist here, and harm could never touch this world. But Hov'gra knew that this was not the case. He sighed. How many times had he asked himself if he made the right decision almost a year ago? And every time he came to the conclusion that it has been right, and the best for the welfare of his people. He was their emperor, he was responsible for them, a responsibility he had never felt as on that day, now almost a year ago, when he sat in his office in the Silver Tower, on his desk the latest message from Warlord Roanon of the Kilrah.

There had been much diplomatic exchange, meetings with counsellors, negotiations going on, and on that day Warlord Roanon asked for the final decision. A decision that would decide the fate of their empires, the conflict between Nyxian and ZAX, and most likely the fate of the galaxy. Hov'gra never completely comprehended why Warlord Roanon was willing to leave the final decision to him, as the Kilrah were a far more powerful empire than the Nether'noS. But Roanon has always been different, the Kilrah had a very strict codex of honor that had left a deep impression on Hov'gra, and this way Roanon had been able to overcome the deeply suspicious nature of the Nether'noS and win Hov'gra's trust.

Although Hov'gra had constantly been working toward this decision that now had to be made, and definitely knew what way he wanted to go, when he had sat there, in his office, Roanon's message before him, he had felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. After he had been sitting there for hours, he had called his secretary to send an answer.

The decision had been made. The Kilrah and the Nether'noS would form a powerful alliance with the Nyxian and declare war on ZAX. Nyxian and Kilrah would be the supreme powers of this alliance, and the Nether'noS would have to stand back, but would enjoy protection by the two most powerful empires of the galaxy. Now there was hope that the Nether'noS might survive the turmoils of war that seemed to spread more and more through the galaxy. But first they had to face war, and even with such powerful allies Hov'gra felt uneasy. War always means loss, death and grief, but if that was the price for a new era of Lasting peace and a life in safety, the Nether'noS were willing to pay.

In a few days the emperors of Nyxian, Kilrah and Nether'noS would meet on the Nether'noS homeworld to officially sign the treaties constituting their alliance. A first delegation from Kilrah had already arrived on the 5th, today the arrival of Emperor Prometheus of The Nyxian Chaos was expected in his personal vessel, The Nyx. At 7pm the Nyxian would open a warp point right above the capital, allowing The Nyx to travel right from the Nyxian homeworld to the Nether'noS homeworld. The creation of the warp point was going to be a fascinating spectacle in the night sky above the capital. People were already gathering everywhere, eagerly awaiting this event.

Hov'gra had decided to watch from the platform he was now standing on. He had already been out here for over an hour, watching the scene, lost in thoughts. It was half past six now, still half an hour until the opening of the warp point.

A servant approached him and informed him that the vessel that would take him to the spaceport where The Nyx would land was ready. Hov'gra nodded, then dismissed him. He would come after the warp point has stabilized, enough time to get to the spaceport, as the landing maneuver of The Nyx would take some time.

So he was once again lost in thoughts. The sun disappeared below the horizon, slowly day turned into night. Exactly at 7pm a brilliant flash illuminated the now dark sky, and then a incredible bright, colorful spot began to develop among the stars, growing quickly until it filled alomst one third of the sky. The colors shifted constantly, until the phenomenon stabilized and formed a blueish glowing, spiral shaped kind of nebulae, which bathed everything in a soft, blue light.

The whole spectacle had Lasted for less than half an hour. Finally Hov'gra entered back into the tower, and boarded the vessel that brought him directly to the spaceport. There the official welcome committee was already waiting, and they quickly proceeded to the landing site. There a huge crowd already had gathered, kept at a safe distance by security forces.

The Nyx appeared above the spaceport, a slim, silver ship, and slowly descended toward the landing zone. A few minutes later the ship had landed safely and smoothly. The passengers emerged, lead by Emperor Prometheus himself and the leaders of the various species that made up the Nyxian: Chronos the leader of the Titans, Hera of the Hecatonchires, and John the Cyclope. Prometheus was accompanied by another Titan, Ambassador Dionysus who had already been to Boswell numerous times, and John was accompanied by a strange peasant.

While the Titans were a humanoid race about the same size as the Nether'noS, the Cyclops and even more Hecatonchires were a impressive, not to say fearsome sight, which even the environment suits they had to wear could not hide: The Cyclops were giants, nevertheless humanoid, with one eye in the middle of their forehead, and the Hecatonchires were huge monsters with fifty heads and one-hundred hands, truly a sight one could not become used to too easily.

Prometheus himself was a strange appearance: Unusually small for a Titan, only about six feet, he looked like a child among his huge followers. But when Hov'gra stood in front of him and looked into his face, he could see stern determination in the eyes of the Titan, and feel the power of a highly intelligent mind. Prometheus definitely was a extraordinary person, well used to the exercise of power.

After the official welcome ceremony was over, the Nyxians were lead to their quarters, a specially prepared habitation area with a hydrogen atmosphere, as the Nyxians were hydrogen breathers unlike the Nether'noS, who were methane breathers, and their homeworld had of course a methane atmosphere.

After a brief meeting with Prometheus Hov'gra left for the Silver Tower. He sat for a while at a window, gazing down on his capital, and digested the events of this evening. In three days Warlord Roanon was going to arrive, then a few days of meetings and preparations would follow. On the 15th the official signing ceremony would take place, their alliance would be officially proclaimed and the Kilrah and the Nether'noS would officially declare war on the ZAX Society and their ally, the Rorg Empire. How would the emperors and governments of all the other empires react to this? Hov'gra was sure he was going to know very soon...

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Hmmm, could have been worse I think... next part coming as soon as possible http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Paul1980au
January 22nd, 2004, 04:15 AM
Perhaps they sitting back could position their troops to take advantage of any ops to invade fringe planets and take up a slice of the action - will be interesting to see how this story pans out. WIll the ZAX prove to be easy beats or will they push the alliance back to the brink of a peace settlement.

Vezzra
January 22nd, 2004, 10:01 AM
Originally posted by Paul1980au:
will be interesting to see how this story pans out.<font size="2" face="sans-serif, arial, verdana">Hmm, I'll of course provide the next parts to complete the story of this great summit on Boswell, however, I probably won't have the time to continue writing elaborate stories of the ongoing war.

Well, some brief narratives now and then should be possible http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

WIll the ZAX prove to be easy beats or will they push the alliance back to the brink of a peace settlement. <font size="2" face="sans-serif, arial, verdana">Push the alliance back? Erh... this will probably require no less than a miracle... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Loser
January 22nd, 2004, 01:48 PM
Originally posted by Vezzra:
this will probably require no less than a miracle... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif <font size="2" face="sans-serif, arial, verdana">That would be the word for it.

Vezzra
January 22nd, 2004, 09:36 PM
Boswell summit, part 2... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon6.gif

Nether'noS Empire, 10th of 2409.8

The yellow-red ship was clearly visible on the sky above Boswell Interstellar Spaceport. At first it was only a tiny dot high above the horizon, surrounded by three other dots, the escorts that guided the ship to the landing site. There a large multitude was already waiting, a welcome committee led by Emperor Hov'gra himself, and a vast crowd of spectators who were curious to see the new guests arriving. When the ship closed in, it's features became discernible, it was a Kilrah light cruiser with the characteristic wings on its left and right side. On board was Warlord Roanon, ruler of the Kilrah Clan, the most powerful empire of the galaxy.

It was late afternoon. Emperor Hov'gra watched silently as the ship approached. He could hardly hide his excitement - in a few moments he was going to stand face to face to Warlord Roanon, for the first time. They had been in close contact for over two years now, and grown very fond of each other in this time, but they had never met personally. Now the day had come, finally! Hov'gra's thoughts were filled with memories from the Last two years, how much this alien regent has changed his life. Hov'gra and the Nether'noS owed him very much - him and Emperor Prometheus of Nyxian, who had arrived three days ago. Had it not been but for these two powerful regents, the Nether'noS Empire would not exist anymore...

With an elegant maneuver the Kilrah ship descended onto the landing site and touched down smoothly. Warlord Roanon and a small retinue emerged from the ship. Being methane breathers like the Nether'noS, they did not need to wear environment suits, so they appeared in full attire. The Kilrah were feline beings, a proud and honorable warrior race, and their movements were of a fascinating elegance. Even at the distance the special aura of power of this aliens could be felt. The Nyxians that had arrived three days ago had a special aura of power too, but it was of a different kind.

Slowly the welcome committee led by Hov'gra and the Kilrah delegation led by Roanon approached each other. Hov'gra fixed his gaze on Roanon, he could feel his heart beating faster. When they met, everyone stopped. For some long moments there was a solemn silence. Hov'gra and Roanon eyed each other, and each of them could see in the other's eyes the joy finally to meet personally. Then Hov'gra spoke the traditional welcome words of the Nether'noS: "Be welcome to this place. May your arrival here be to the benefit of your plans and intentions, may you succeed in all your doings." They exchanged a hearty welcome, and boarded a vessel that brought them to the quarters that had been prepared for the Kilrah.

Hov'gra and Roanon immediatly met in private. Although they wanted to keep it brief, this meeting Lasted almost two hours. Too much to talk, too many thoughts to be shared on this first opportunity to meet personally. Then the Kilrah had some time to settle in, and later in the evening all three emperors, Prometheus, Roanon and Hov'gra met for the first time.

It was well past midnight when Hov'gra returned to the Silver Tower, and it took him quite some time to fell asleep. A Nether'noS does not easily get excited, but to meet Roanon for the first time, the importance of the summit that lay ahead of them, the war his people were about to enter in, was too much to put aside easily. The next days would be busy ones, and the months and years ahead hold both promises and unknown dangers.

[ January 22, 2004, 20:37: Message edited by: Vezzra ]

Thermodyne
January 24th, 2004, 02:47 AM
Thermodyne sat reading through the reams of reports that the empire generated every month. All of the internal departments were reporting another month of outstanding growth, and the economy was continuing to run a surplus. The border dispute in the northeast had been settled without the need for any strategic fleet actions, and all of the frontiers were peaceful. The nearest war was many light-years away, but it was this very problem that was the foremost concern of Thermolia.

What had started as a small war had grown into a much larger conflict. And as Thermodyne had seen many times before, was now well on the path to becoming a pan galactic conflict. Thermodyne again looked at the mandate that the Senate had drafted, and with a few key strokes, slapped a veto on it. There would be no Thermolian expeditionary adventures. Thermolia would remain neutral; there would be no Thermolian fleet units sent to aid any of the combatants. The bulk of the fleet would be retained for defensive picket activities.

But, the war had changed the Galaxy. Thermodyne now issued an order to summon the many foreign ambassadors to examine the state of relations with each of the races currently trading with Thermolia. There would have to be changes.

Vezzra
January 26th, 2004, 12:32 AM
Boswell summit, part 3, conclusion...

Nether'noS Empire, 15th of 2409.8

The great day had arrived! Today the official signing ceremony would take place. The Last few days had been very busy, there had been numerous meetings, where details of the treaties, the exact wording of certain passages, details of the various ceremonies and other important matters had been discussed. These have been long days, and short nights.

Emperor Hov'gra sat at his desk and went through his schedule for this day. Several Last minute meetings till noon, then, at 2pm the great ceremony would begin in the Council Hall of the Silver Tower. The ceremony would take at least three hours, after that numerous celebrations should take place, and again meetings, meetings until midnight. A few hours of rest, and in the early morning next day the meetings would continue.

Hov'gra sighed. But time was short, Prometheus and Roanon had to leave on 17th, as the war demanded their return to their empires. A strange thing were these celebrations. The Nether'noS were not used to this kind of things, as well as entertainment or leisure. These were alien concepts, the whole life of a Nether'noS was dedicated to planning, devising strategies to deal with the problems life confronted him with, and hard work. Luxury was also something one would hardly find in Nether'noS society. Solemn ceremonies the Nether'nos were familiar with, but festivals and celebrations?

However, the Nether'noS learned that other species definitely had such things in their culture and their society, and in order to adapt to their habits the Nether'noS had tried to offer them some luxury and celebrations on this occasion, as it should be a remarkable event for all of them. The Kilrah were easier to handle, as they seemed to adhere to a simpler lifestyle, but the Nyxian had quite an interest for luxury and celebrations. Hov'gra remembered with some amusement an encounter with Ambassador Dionysus. Once, after he had arrived with a message from Prometheus, they had asked him to stay until Emperor Hov'gra had his answer ready, to take it to Emperor Prometheus. During his stay, Dionysus organized a strange religious ritual of the Nyxian, called an "orgy". Well, it had been quite an unique experience for the Nether'noS that participated, something they would not forget for the rest of their lifes...

A soft buzz demanded his attention. "Admiral Vaukh'nor is here" a voice announced. "He may enter", Hov'gra replied.

Admiral Vaukh'nor entered. "In an hour the meeting of Grand Admiral Rergh of the Kilrah, the military leaders of the Nyxian who accompanied Emperor Prometheus and myself will take place. Any directives?" Straight to the point, as always, Hov'gra thought. Admiral Vaukh'nor was an extraordinary man - the most brilliant of all the officers of the Imperial Navy. Enough reason to entrust him with the supreme command of the forces that were already beginning the attack on Pi'Ogoyot. "No. Nothing you do not already know. Dismissed".

Several hours later Emperor Hov'gra stood on a balcony in the Council Hall and looked over the scene. In half an hour the ceremony would begin. The Last preparations had been finished, and the representatives of the three empires began to gather in the great hall. Diplomats, high ranking military officers, ministers, security personell, and numerous members of the news networks, who were going to record the historical event, were present. This records would be sent to the many worlds of the three empires and broadcast to the people of Nyxian, Kilrah and Nether'noS, as a testimony that a new era had begun, where relationships between the three empires would be closer than ever before.

Exactly at 2pm Emperor Hov'gra opened the ceremony. Everyone was present: Warlord Roanon, his foreign minister and their retinue, Emperor Prometheus, the leaders of the Nyxian races Chronos, Hera, John and their retinue, the members of the Nether'noS Imperial Council and all the other government officials of the Nether'noS. Hov'gra welcomed the assembly and then proceeded to welcome the guests of honor, quite a list on this historical event. After that each of the three emperors gave his opening speech.

Now the great moment had arrived: The three emperors stood up in front of the whole assembly. Everyone was silent. The treaties that would constitute their new alliance was brought before them, and the three emperors signed them, thereby officially sealing their new bonds. A new era had begun! The "Boswell Treaty", as it should be known later in history, was in effect. Then Warlord Roanon and Emperor Hov'gra stepped forward to officially proclaim that their empires would now enter the war on the Nyxian's side and signed the declarations of war against the ZAX Society and their ally, the Rorg Empire.

The ceremony continued with words of thanks given by various representatives of the three empires, to an almost endless list of persons who had contributed to the efforts, the hard work, the many negotiations that made this day possible.

As a final act the three emperors left the Council Hall and the Silver Tower and showed themselfes to the vast multitude that had gathered on the great place at the feet of the Silver Tower. They presented the treaties they just had signed to the people, and something that really rarely happened in Nether'noS society now happened: The Nether'noS people showed emotions. They rejoiced, they celebrated, because a dark fear has been taken from them. Only three years ago things had been grim, very grim. Anarchy and civil war raged through the empire, enemies had been threatening to destroy the completely unaware and helpless Nether'noS.

It was when he learned from the Kilrah what had been going on during this time of anarchy, after he had been able to take over the government and slowly regaining control of the empire, that Hov'gra realized a profound change was necessary to take place in his mind and the mind of his people. A plotter and schemer society they had been ever since, suspicion their very nature. Never trust anyone, only rely upon yourself. Do not ever get dependend on others, as they will surely betray you, it is only a question of time.

But where had this way finally led them? To the brink of total destruction, of final doom. Had it not been for the Kilrah and Nyxian, who threatended their enemies with war when the Nether'noS had been utterly defenseless, they would not exist anymore.

Hov'gra had always been different, his way of thinking quite unusal for a Nether'noS. Maybe that is why he was open for an even greater change, and he realized that the Nether'noS had come to a point were they simply had to trust someone. Their little empire was surrounded by the most powerful empires of the galaxy, which were slowly drawn into war. How could they hope to survive, on the long run?

It had been hard work, and it still was. His ministers, his people found it very hard to accept his ideas, and opposition was still strong, but there were others who had realized that something had to change, and with their support, and his success in establishing beneficial relationships with the Kilrah and the Nyxian, and the great support he got from these empires, he was able to strengthen his rule, overcome the opposition and put his ideas into practice. Today no one dared to challenge his rule, and he was the hero of his people.

He looked down on his people. Today he was their beloved ruler. He had led them out of anarchy, reestablished peace and order, and finally found a way to give them what they desired more than everything else: peace and safety. But he knew, as he was standing here with Emperor Prometheus and Warlord Roanon, his mighty allies, that the danger had not passed yet. First a war had to be fought, and it might well be not the Last one. Mighty alliances as the one they had formed today, often awake the fears of other empires. How would they react?

Should war ever reach the Nether'noS worlds, his people might easily turn against him. Plotting and scheming was so much part of their nature, this could not be overcome in just two years. This would take the lifetime of generations. And he still had enough enemies who would use any opportunity to arouse the suspicion of the Nether'noS people against their young leader.

The future held both promises and dangers, he realized once again. But now his people should do something really unusual: celebration. Another strange new thing for them...

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Ok, this was the great Boswell summit. Finally over, but the real action has just started... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Ruatha
February 3rd, 2004, 09:55 AM
Good narrative story.
I've missed it before for some reason....

Vezzra
February 3rd, 2004, 10:53 AM
Thanks! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

You really should start writing again yourself, Ruatha. I'm sure everyone now ponders the question: "What will the Swedes do?" http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

And, btw, we *really* need a replacement player for ZAX. This empire shouldn't go down like that http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif

Vezzra
February 12th, 2004, 02:19 AM
Proclamation of The Alliance

The Alliance, Nether'noS Empire, 3rd of 2410.6

Hov'gra exited the elevator and entered his office. He nodded to his secretaries, then went to his desk to check for this mornings Messages. A brief scan through the newly arrived ones, and he found the one he had been waiting for. He turned to his first secretary: "Summon the Imperial Council for a meeting in the Council Hall at 3pm today". The tall Nether'noS who had been addressed by this order bowed slightly and quickly left the room.

At 3pm the Imperial Council assembled in the Council Hall, and the Emperor opened the meeting.

"Greetings honorable members of the Imperial Council. The message we have been waiting for has arrived today, the honorable Emperor Prometheus has also agreed to the latest proposals.

It may seem to be an issue of minor importance, nevertheless it has some significance in showing the unity of the alliance we formed with the Kilrah and the Nyxian Last year. The Emperors of the three members have agreed that our alliance should be known simply as 'The Alliance' from now on. By referring to our alliance by this name, we want to make a claim: That this is not merely one alliance among others, but the most powerful one, the supreme power of the galaxy.

It is our sincere hope that the other empires realize the power and unity of The Alliance and our determination to meet any challenge. The sooner they acknowledge our supremacy, the sooner a new, golden era of peace can be established.

A formal proclamation shall be send to all empires of the galaxy. We shall now discuss the wording of this proclamation in detail."

Only half an hour later the meeting ended, and a little later in the evening the following proclamation was handed to all foreign ambassadors present on the Nether'noS homeworld and broadcast to all interstellar information networks:

"To all Emperors, Regents, Leaders and Representatives of all the empires of our galaxy:

It is our wish to inform the governments of all the empires of the galaxy, that the alliance that has been constituted by the Boswell Treaty 2409.8 on the Nether'noS homeworld shall be known and referred to from now on as 'The Alliance'. We want everyone to know that we stand as a unity and are determined to meet any challenge. Those who choose to maintain a friendly relationship with The Alliance we will treat as friends, but we will face down any power that dares to challenge us.

The Alliance, on 3rd of 2410.6"

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With all due humility http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Roanon
February 12th, 2004, 07:45 AM
Well, I think now it is time for me to write a little text too. With the usual warning of course: please excuse my clumsy english, I'm not a native speaker.

Kilrah Main Palace, 2nd of 2410.5

Warlord Roanon was studying the reports on his desk. He sighed.
A call interrupted his thoughts. “The Foreign Minister, as ordered!” The slim figure of one of his oldest ministers – and oldest friends - entered.
“Any news from the Alteri Unity?”
“Nothing again, my Lord.” the minister saluted. “We can send another message...”
“Hmmm” those who knew Roanon could hear his utter dissatisfaction out of this single sound. Alien minds at work. Again, Roanon had problems to see reasons behind the strange reactions of other races, reactions he was just not able to understand. He had a decision to make, for actions he already had prepared but had hesitated to carry out for too long. “We cannot tolerate their continued support of our enemies any longer. We have warned them, multiple times. We have given them the opportunity to end their hideous scheming and declare an open, honest war. Several times. I do not see anything else we can do – they obviously have no honor we can appeal to.”
A short break followed while Roanon sorted through the message pads on his desk, rereading what little communication from the Alteri had reached him. “should we be forced to enter this conflict you will Last only as long as it takes our fleets to reach yours ... 43 of our planets have been dedicated to military production ... should you not listen to reason the remaining 50+ shall also be so dedicated ...” he sighed again. What were they thinking, trying to intimidate him with so obviously hollow threats and such insignificant numbers? His staff had suggested that “500+ planets” had really been meant, but the Messages had been double-checked for translation and transmission errors, and his scout and intel reports did not allow for such numbers.
Should he wait another month? But what he was reading again did not make it likely that the Alteri would be able to listen to the voice of reason, maybe not even able to hear it at all. Obviously they were not only allied with the Argons, but also thinking alike. The Argons, who also had not listened, and who even after the start of the war did not apologize or withdraw, but made ridiculous demands with the attitude of a lord to his slave, while at the same time loosing battle after battle, even to outdated ships left over from the Last war.
“Our fleets can not be held back any longer, our warriors are just not used to sitting around doing nothing. We will have to formally declare war by ourselves then. Now. Instantly. You know what to do.” waving his hand, Roanon dismissed the minister.
He then turned to his communication screens, called his fleet minister and started giving orders. “Admiral Rergh will be given command of the Alteri Front. He will take the 8th fleet with him, the Zaxxons do not require that many ships any more. Transfer the control of our nearest warp lane constructor to him, so that he can travel as fast as possible. If he needs anything else, see that he will get it.”
Grave decisions had been made. Another war had begun. Another war that he had not wanted, but was being forced to start. What would history tell of him? A ruthless warmonger bringing chaos and destruction to the galaxy? Or would they seem him as the person that he really tried to be, the one who brought peace and safety to all of the galactic population, who only fought wars to end all wars? Slowly, he turned and stared out of the big window behind his desk, into a clear moonless night, to the stars above, contemplating...

narf poit chez BOOM
February 12th, 2004, 08:35 AM
still a good read.

Ruatha
February 12th, 2004, 08:39 PM
Aren't we all misunderstood leaders.... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

I'll try to write something soon, I haven't had much to write about.
But the Altari AI declared war on me Last turn so the Swedish fleet has fought it's first battle.
Two line ships destroyed an Alteri scout!
Not much of a battle but glorious headnews in all Swedish newscasts all over the empire.
The pride of the navy is astoundning!!
I could write about that... The first 3 and only shots ever fired by the Swedish armed forces!

[ February 12, 2004, 18:42: Message edited by: Ruatha ]