Key I need to discuss something with you on steam at some point regarding my app.
And if possible, I like to be apart of that discussion.
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And if possible, I like to be apart of that discussion.
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@Kimiyosis
Ok, most of the others :/
@ClocktowerEchos
I might be (if my faction is accepted), since i plan on making an dynamic entry.
Although, so far considering my faction background, personality and tech. Kimiyosis faction makes the most sense because of their cool background.
And don't worry, it's just an entry. It will give no benefits for me.
Eh..no...I don't even ahve a planet!
Ok, most of the others :/
@ClocktowerEchos
I might be (if my faction is accepted), since i plan on making an dynamic entry.
Although, so far considering my faction background, personality and tech. Kimiyosis faction makes the most sense because of their cool background.
And don't worry, it's just an entry. It will give no benefits for me.
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Ok, most of the others :/
@ClocktowerEchos
I might be (if my faction is accepted), since i plan on making an dynamic entry.
Although, so far considering my faction background, personality and tech. Kimiyosis faction makes the most sense because of their cool background.
And don't worry, it's just an entry. It will give no benefits for me.
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While i didn't plan anything like that, your argument makes a valid point and i should perhaps change my plan. :P
(Sarcasm if not obvious, also, hilarious post.)
(Sarcasm if not obvious, also, hilarious post.)
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Ice cream raises more valid points than Kimiyosis.
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I'm interested. Fair warning, though, I'll probably have to drop by the end of summer (like, September). Here's what I have so far:
My intent is to make a race of trope-fueled spaceship builders. I want their interspecies contacts (at least, until they get in wildly over their heads) to eventually result in contracts to build starships for other races. Their Startrek "hat" would be a race that lives its TV shows. Their comparative advantage would, of course, be ship-building. Or stardrive-making. Whichever.
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My intent is to make a race of trope-fueled spaceship builders. I want their interspecies contacts (at least, until they get in wildly over their heads) to eventually result in contracts to build starships for other races. Their Startrek "hat" would be a race that lives its TV shows. Their comparative advantage would, of course, be ship-building. Or stardrive-making. Whichever.
|Name of nation: The Democracy of Kaankind
|Species: Kaan
|Description of government: Democratic republic. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a fine-tuned balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. They spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. Their military ships are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something like navy ships in space.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the DKS Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the DKS Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Kaanites never invented plays. Instead, they took what was in their imagination and made it real. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called "Yanhallow", actually started a war. They love making spaceships. The less practical, the more artistically meaningful. Spaceship and space drive making are one of the more glamorous forms of art.
|History: At some point, they decided that plays were dumb, and instead went out and performed them in the real world.
|Other:
|Species: Kaan
|Description of government: Democratic republic. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a fine-tuned balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. They spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. Their military ships are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something like navy ships in space.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the DKS Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the DKS Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Kaanites never invented plays. Instead, they took what was in their imagination and made it real. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called "Yanhallow", actually started a war. They love making spaceships. The less practical, the more artistically meaningful. Spaceship and space drive making are one of the more glamorous forms of art.
|History: At some point, they decided that plays were dumb, and instead went out and performed them in the real world.
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|Name of nation: Eastwing
|Species: Khasi
The Khasi are green-skinned humanoids. Well, mostly green-skinned. The color ranges from a subtly translucent aqua to a pale sort of gold, but the majority are a delightfully leafy green. Females are the only ones with hair, and both hair dye and skin-paint are wildly popular.
Other than their rather exciting skin color and bald males, the Khasi are a distressingly standard humanoid species. They've got two sexes, are about 2.5 meters tall, and don't have any particularly egregious manifestations of physical or mental strength.
|Description of government: The current government, known colloquially as Eastwing after the building housing the office of the President, has unobtrusive microdrone cameras buzzing about everywhere, recording and broadcasting the President's every speech and aria especially. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a democratic republic with a refined balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. For example, they spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. The resulting complicated series of magnetic and gravitational bottling increased the size of their torpedoes by 300%, but also resulted in pinpoint-accurate plasma weaponry. Unfortunately, that same plasma weaponry was rapidly overdesigned so that the length, duration, and color of the pulses could be modified. The extra machinery practically nullified the newfound accuracy and decreased the amount of practical space for plasma cannons. Military enlistment, however, has never been higher.
Their military ships themselves are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something suspiciously similar in shape to ocean-going ships.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the ES Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the ES Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. In short, Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Khasi have developed a fundamental belief in doing your heart's fondest desire. As a consequence, they value art, especially performance art, more highly than other cultures. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called Yanhallow, actually started a war. Furthermore, while the various fields of engineering exist, most pursue it as a form of art. While some prominent engineers are praised for their brilliant efficiency and utilitarianess, the more prestigious ones are known for their intricate, highly-complex masterpieces. To that end, they love making spaceships. Their ships function as massive installations and testaments to the emotional and species progress as a whole. Completely impractical solutions to long-solved have been carefully engineered, launched, tested, and used. A kilometers-long lattice of crystalline film was launched as a celebration of the life-giving sun; that particular ship was commissioned as a communications relay. In general, the less practical or more experimental the drive system, the more artistically meaningful, and the more unique, the more glamorous.
Though they pursue art to the highest degree, most consider staged plays "boring", preferring to either do the deeds in the play themselves or watch the events unfold in real life via holovision. To that end, the Khasi have taken reality TV to a privacy-stripping extreme; microdrone cameras flit about everywhere. It's not unusual to find yourself relaxing in your home while being pursued by some camera or another from Drhmi-knows-where. It's only fair, as most Khasi return the favor.
Though not universal, the predominant Khasi religion is a polytheistic. It consists of a small pantheon of Gods and Godesses and a lower tier of Heroes and Heroines. Kes numbers amongst the latter. Included in the former are Drhmi, the godess of spacetime; Tr-tza the godess of electromagnetism; Arcon and Elcore, the dueling brother-gods of the weak and strong nuclear forces; Raheel, the godess of gravity; and Kron, the god of probability. This is by no means an exhaustive list; some popular alternate deities include Drol, god of matter, and Rho, godess of fundamental constants.
While they have created many spaceships of varying types of FTL and sublight capability, the Khasi don't have much interest in expansion. Sure, you get have the Exploration Squad, a set of brave adventurers roughing it from planet to planet, and there's many "dashing rogue" types, and there's even a few deep-space refueling, mining, and manufacturing operations, but the Khasi impulse is for adventure and exploration, not expansion.
|History: True Khasi culture can be traced back to one woman who, in their early industrial (think early 1800's Earth) period, started an alarmingly effective cult. Her name was Kes. Her cult spread a simple message: stop fantasizing and, instead, start living your fantasies. The key to the cults success and survival was their performance art that came about as a result. Khasi found it far more entertaining to live their fantasies than to watch others live them, and soon fiction began to fall to the wayside. All this came to a head with the debut of Kes' masterpiece, Yanhallow. In it, she staged a coup d'etat and steered her government to an all out war of ideological conquest. It was, to quote newspapers of the time, "The most magnificent opera in the history of Khasikind."
The cult became a way of life for the Khasi. This was partially influenced by the rather draconian rule of Kes' empire. She was soon worshiped as a great heroine, if not an outright godess. Her empire would have lasted a good deal longer had an inevitable rebellion cropped up. Eventually, after several more tumultuous wars between individual nations, a relatively democratic world government formed.
In the intervening period, however, Kes' message was gradually distorted. Far from the liberating cry to actually follow your dreams, people now turned toward performance art for the ultimate in entertainment and thrills - who'd want to hear about a war when you can fight in one? And any painting is paltry compared to the thrill of completing a decades-long engineering project. Even so, some dreams fell to the wayside (if only to pursue greater ones), and these waylaid dreams were pursued via holovision microdrones. Though there are a few large holovision companies offering professionally-edited footage, there are many more private microdrones eavesdropping on whatever catches the user's fancy. Privacy has long since become a thing of the past.
It's gotten to the point where entire organizations can drift apart from a lack of interest, and people just quietly move on to other projects. There's a guiding "invisible hand" at work, a form of emergent behavior wherein the essential requirements of a small interstellar empire is maintained in the most manner deemed most exciting or interesting. In fact, that very hand was responsible for the dissolution of the previous government, an esoteric system of Houses, Fuedalities, minor Duchies, and a tangled web of intrigue and backstabbing. At a certain point, nobody really cared who betrayed whom anymore, and the great houses gradually sublimated.
One holdout from that period, though not universal, is their polytheistic religion.
|Other:
|Species: Khasi
The Khasi are green-skinned humanoids. Well, mostly green-skinned. The color ranges from a subtly translucent aqua to a pale sort of gold, but the majority are a delightfully leafy green. Females are the only ones with hair, and both hair dye and skin-paint are wildly popular.
Other than their rather exciting skin color and bald males, the Khasi are a distressingly standard humanoid species. They've got two sexes, are about 2.5 meters tall, and don't have any particularly egregious manifestations of physical or mental strength.
|Description of government: The current government, known colloquially as Eastwing after the building housing the office of the President, has unobtrusive microdrone cameras buzzing about everywhere, recording and broadcasting the President's every speech and aria especially. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a democratic republic with a refined balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. For example, they spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. The resulting complicated series of magnetic and gravitational bottling increased the size of their torpedoes by 300%, but also resulted in pinpoint-accurate plasma weaponry. Unfortunately, that same plasma weaponry was rapidly overdesigned so that the length, duration, and color of the pulses could be modified. The extra machinery practically nullified the newfound accuracy and decreased the amount of practical space for plasma cannons. Military enlistment, however, has never been higher.
Their military ships themselves are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something suspiciously similar in shape to ocean-going ships.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the ES Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the ES Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. In short, Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Khasi have developed a fundamental belief in doing your heart's fondest desire. As a consequence, they value art, especially performance art, more highly than other cultures. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called Yanhallow, actually started a war. Furthermore, while the various fields of engineering exist, most pursue it as a form of art. While some prominent engineers are praised for their brilliant efficiency and utilitarianess, the more prestigious ones are known for their intricate, highly-complex masterpieces. To that end, they love making spaceships. Their ships function as massive installations and testaments to the emotional and species progress as a whole. Completely impractical solutions to long-solved have been carefully engineered, launched, tested, and used. A kilometers-long lattice of crystalline film was launched as a celebration of the life-giving sun; that particular ship was commissioned as a communications relay. In general, the less practical or more experimental the drive system, the more artistically meaningful, and the more unique, the more glamorous.
Though they pursue art to the highest degree, most consider staged plays "boring", preferring to either do the deeds in the play themselves or watch the events unfold in real life via holovision. To that end, the Khasi have taken reality TV to a privacy-stripping extreme; microdrone cameras flit about everywhere. It's not unusual to find yourself relaxing in your home while being pursued by some camera or another from Drhmi-knows-where. It's only fair, as most Khasi return the favor.
Though not universal, the predominant Khasi religion is a polytheistic. It consists of a small pantheon of Gods and Godesses and a lower tier of Heroes and Heroines. Kes numbers amongst the latter. Included in the former are Drhmi, the godess of spacetime; Tr-tza the godess of electromagnetism; Arcon and Elcore, the dueling brother-gods of the weak and strong nuclear forces; Raheel, the godess of gravity; and Kron, the god of probability. This is by no means an exhaustive list; some popular alternate deities include Drol, god of matter, and Rho, godess of fundamental constants.
While they have created many spaceships of varying types of FTL and sublight capability, the Khasi don't have much interest in expansion. Sure, you get have the Exploration Squad, a set of brave adventurers roughing it from planet to planet, and there's many "dashing rogue" types, and there's even a few deep-space refueling, mining, and manufacturing operations, but the Khasi impulse is for adventure and exploration, not expansion.
|History: True Khasi culture can be traced back to one woman who, in their early industrial (think early 1800's Earth) period, started an alarmingly effective cult. Her name was Kes. Her cult spread a simple message: stop fantasizing and, instead, start living your fantasies. The key to the cults success and survival was their performance art that came about as a result. Khasi found it far more entertaining to live their fantasies than to watch others live them, and soon fiction began to fall to the wayside. All this came to a head with the debut of Kes' masterpiece, Yanhallow. In it, she staged a coup d'etat and steered her government to an all out war of ideological conquest. It was, to quote newspapers of the time, "The most magnificent opera in the history of Khasikind."
The cult became a way of life for the Khasi. This was partially influenced by the rather draconian rule of Kes' empire. She was soon worshiped as a great heroine, if not an outright godess. Her empire would have lasted a good deal longer had an inevitable rebellion cropped up. Eventually, after several more tumultuous wars between individual nations, a relatively democratic world government formed.
In the intervening period, however, Kes' message was gradually distorted. Far from the liberating cry to actually follow your dreams, people now turned toward performance art for the ultimate in entertainment and thrills - who'd want to hear about a war when you can fight in one? And any painting is paltry compared to the thrill of completing a decades-long engineering project. Even so, some dreams fell to the wayside (if only to pursue greater ones), and these waylaid dreams were pursued via holovision microdrones. Though there are a few large holovision companies offering professionally-edited footage, there are many more private microdrones eavesdropping on whatever catches the user's fancy. Privacy has long since become a thing of the past.
It's gotten to the point where entire organizations can drift apart from a lack of interest, and people just quietly move on to other projects. There's a guiding "invisible hand" at work, a form of emergent behavior wherein the essential requirements of a small interstellar empire is maintained in the most manner deemed most exciting or interesting. In fact, that very hand was responsible for the dissolution of the previous government, an esoteric system of Houses, Fuedalities, minor Duchies, and a tangled web of intrigue and backstabbing. At a certain point, nobody really cared who betrayed whom anymore, and the great houses gradually sublimated.
One holdout from that period, though not universal, is their polytheistic religion.
|Other:
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I'm interested. Fair warning, though, I'll probably have to drop by the end of summer (like, September). Here's what I have so far:
My intent is to make a race of trope-fueled spaceship builders. I want their interspecies contacts (at least, until they get in wildly over their heads) to eventually result in contracts to build starships for other races. Their Startrek "hat" would be a race that lives its TV shows. Their comparative advantage would, of course, be ship-building. Or stardrive-making. Whichever.|Name of nation: The Democracy of Kaankind
|Species: Kaan
|Description of government: Democratic republic. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a fine-tuned balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. They spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. Their military ships are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something like navy ships in space.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the DKS Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the DKS Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Kaanites never invented plays. Instead, they took what was in their imagination and made it real. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called "Yanhallow", actually started a war. They love making spaceships. The less practical, the more artistically meaningful. Spaceship and space drive making are one of the more glamorous forms of art.
|History: At some point, they decided that plays were dumb, and instead went out and performed them in the real world.
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RAIDNE!
Hai.
Hey Keyguy, Saw your message on stardust yesterday, still open for another here? My CS is not complete yet though.
Hi Keyguy, the probes were supposed to deploy on the planet, but I guess a little bit of AI unpredictability shouldn't hurt would it? I'll come up with a reply soon. I already know what to write.
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Hello! New guy here. Left a Nation Sheet in the Characters section, just awaiting approval.
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I kinda want to make an Equestrian nation with fedora-shaped UFOs as their ship design, but at the same time i think it's a terrible idea.
Hi Keyguy, I've posted. Enjoy! :)
Hey guys.
So, after a long break, I thought I'd try my hand again at NRP writing. ANd the illustrious KeyGuy always vreates exactly what I am looking for, so I thought I'd apply to him again. If you guys don't mind me joining that is.
EDIT: A rough draft, for perusal.
Images and stuff will come later, its 1 am and I am tired XD
Please excuse any misspellings, see above for reason
So, after a long break, I thought I'd try my hand again at NRP writing. ANd the illustrious KeyGuy always vreates exactly what I am looking for, so I thought I'd apply to him again. If you guys don't mind me joining that is.
EDIT: A rough draft, for perusal.
Name of nation: ShaldouvKenutohyyfruutisso’s Domain (Shaldouv’s Domain for Short)
Species:
Neuraxials – The master race of the Domain, these creatures hail from the jungle planet Yutrew, and range in size from a few meters across to hundreds of meters across, resembling large, fungal-like growths, with dazzling arrays of frills, spines, hairs and other extremities of magnificent color and size, that flitter and flick as one thinks or speaks. Each form is cemented to it’s foundation, where it landed as a spore, and as such, is often anchored to specially made hovering platforms to allow some degree of mobility. This, however, was not enough to allow their civilization to make any meaningful progress, and so all Neuraxials have developed over their complex evolutionary history a cunning and horrifying way of acquiring servants.
Before the advent of robotics, each Neuraxial possessed dozens of specialized axon endings in tentacle sheaths. A Neuraxial would lure the creature with pheromones and it’s glowing frills over to it, and then quickly lunge these nerve cords at the victim, puncturing their skull with the force of a bullet. The individual’s mind is quickly analysed and uploaded to the Neuraxial (with all the victims knowledge intact), killing them in the process, and the Neuraxial has a willing and totally obedient slave. The larger members of the Domain have entire cities of servants, each one following it’s masters orders, though today most slaves have this sheath removed and replaced with a wireless control unit, to prevent tangling and allowing more servants to be linked to a Master at a time.
Each Neuraxial is vastly intelligent (due to the processing power required to control a sentient being, let alone dozens or hundreds) rivalling that of some capital ship grade AI, though it is often wasted in most individuals on vain pursuits regarding appearance and social status. Neuraxials are hermaphrodites, and would reproduce via releasing tens of thousands of spores to find new anchor spots and begin growth. They are filter feeders, but also have sucker mouths to ingest liquid foods prepared by their servants .
Faroden – Small, bipedal goat like creatures at about five feet tall, Faroden are unremarkable in almost every way, excluding their unique position as an extinct species entirely controlled by a master overlord race. They possess four eyes, small curved horns and are a slender shape, a remnant of their plain running nature. Some Neuraxials believe a small proportion of the Faroden population may still live somewhere on the globe, or even off world, preparing to destroy the Domain once and for all.
Description of government:
Domain governents are largely decentralized, as they span across several worlds and each individual considers itself ruler. One individual, known as ShaldouvKenutohyyfruutisso Loofgyttnseduna (Or Shaldouv) owns the largest territory of three planets, and holds the highest seat of power in a self-declared monarchy. Despite protests to this claim, all other leadership on the other four worlds reluctantly agree, due mostly to the fact that Shaldouv is considered the most magnificent and beautiful of their kind.
The other territories of Vyih, Knajhguu and Seooi are still fiercely independent, and most often rule over their own populations, searching for more planets and moons to colonize, delegating other facets of government to local sectors to maintain and follow. This leads to a high degree of lawlessness and criminal activity in these sectors, that can often be escaped by simply leaving and outwitting the poorly trained militia forces.
Description of military:
Although most of Domain society is centered around petty squabbles of vanity, wealth and beauty, their societal structure means there is very little conflict resulting in death or injury. Some individuals saw sense in forming some kind of military presence, lest that they were destroyed by some alien, outside power and so developed various methodologies and technologies to defend themselves, with mixed success.
Each territory have large militia battle groups, made up of war minded Neuraxials and their slave harems commanding with a range of ship sizes, from frigate to battleship. These forces are purely defensive and ragtag, spending most of their time in law enforcement duties, but could be rallied together from all edges of the Domain to make an impressive fleet to fight off an opposing alien empire.
For ground operations, large scale deployments are often shunned, as they quickly become too complex and messy to coordinate effectively between Neuraxial minds. Instead, Some Neuraxials have trained themselves extensively and equipped squads of Faroden to deal with these engagements quickly and quietly. Boasting lethal training, lightning fast reflexes and cutting edge technology (from advanced weaponry and armor to cloaking technologies and advanced AI systems) these soldiers are unmatched in small squad on squad combat.
Technological Overview:
Most Domain technological progress have been focused on enriching and simplifying the Neuraxial way of life, although they have made significant progress in all aspects of scientific endeavor. Robotic and artificial intelligence technologies are common place, serving in all aspects of labor and the service sector for less wealthy Neuraxials, as well as Faroden cloning technologies and wireless control networking of organic minds, leading to further developments in psychotropic warfare and psychology.
Their starships are capable of FTL, using gates to enter slipspace and tunnel through space to other gates. Alternatively, an expensive but powerful jump ship can warp both itself and a small number of support vessels to nearby locations in the galaxy, acting as a temporary link to a pre-established gate until another is either sent through or constructed. Shielding systems are made for surviving the exotic matter collisions found in slip space, but do little against conventional energy weaponry.
Naval warfare ships rely on heavy armor and ablative platings to ward off enemy fire, and is often built thick on larger vessels to withstand punishing salvos. Offensive weapons are unique, and use an energy field to make a ‘tunnel’ of high energy static to the target. An instant later, a cap is released from the barrel of the weapon, and the shell is emptied of it’s payload: a hyper boiled tungsten liquid fired at subsonic or supersonic speed, depending on the size of the gun. This jet of liquid destruction punches holes clean through infantry. On larger platforms such as ships, this round splashes on the target’s armor, boiling off and thinning the structural hard points of the ship in the vacuum of space. Standard rail gun fire then shreds the targets now useless armor.
Wireless communication technologies and entanglement messaging systems are standard, as well as renewable energy in the form of fusion power and sustainable food supplies
Cultural Overview:
Neuraxials are obsessed with social standing, particularly beauty. They are often vain and melodramatic, accusing outsiders of not understanding true beauty or hatefulness when told they are wrong. This desire for wealth, belongings and perfection have made their society very cultured and focused on the arts, with artwork and music taking priority over other things, and their every need tailored to by their ever obedient Faroden slaves.
Often, a Neuraxial will have two ‘jobs’, a standard career for furthering and contributing to society (known as their Forced self) and a profound and cultured pastime (such as art, composing or poetry, known as their Ascendant self) that they enjoy. A Neuraxials name will have a ‘Ratu on the end when it considers itself to be Forced, and ‘Polaiy when engaging as it’s Ascendant self. This is very important, and it is a great offence to misuse these end name terms.
Another aspect of culture is philosophy and internalizing one’s thoughts into a perceivable portrait to share with others, achieved by entering a hibernation state known as it’s ‘Deep self’. In this stage, a Neuraxial is not to be called by it’s name, but to be called ‘Fuytigiel Yaptu’, or ‘One with the Ether’. This state can last decades, and often results in a profound shift in personality when the Neuraxial awakens.
Overall, and despite what most races would perceive of their cruel slave system, they are a peaceful and very introspective race, eager to meet other civilizations and teach them of the beauty and majesty of the Domain and it’s inhabitants,
History:
Origins - Evolving on the jungle planet of Yutrew, the Neuraxials were revered as gods by the ancient Faroden, worshipped and cared for by the tribes for thousands of years. Eventually, the two societies became inter connected to such a degree, that the Faroden had accidentally integrated themselves into the Neuraxials minds completely, going extinct in the process. Ultimately, the Neuraxials were not bothered by this, as they had always perceived the Faroden as lesser beings, and knew long before they did that this was their ultimate destiny.
Once entirely assimilated, the Neuraxials had much time to philosophize and investigate the natural world around them, and slowly but surely built the beginnings of societies that splintered off and settled as new spores claimed new lands and were spread by their servants. It was during this stage of their history that the Void times occurred, where the Neuraxials became so dispersed that they lost contact with each other, and became Deep selves for the next three hundred years to try and solve the issue.
After awakening, they set about reconnecting, and built cities with the help of their slaves. Eventually, their advance of technology led them to rediscover their kind, but discovered they had become extremely different, ad bickered over who’s deep self had been right about where to take the Domain next. This fighting led to the current Neuraxial way of life, of vanity and self-proclamation of righteousness and divine self, and further drove a rift in their culture.
When this world had grown too small, they went to the stars, claiming territories and constantly attempting to one up their neighbors, leading to the current political climate of the Domain.
Other:
Species:
Neuraxials – The master race of the Domain, these creatures hail from the jungle planet Yutrew, and range in size from a few meters across to hundreds of meters across, resembling large, fungal-like growths, with dazzling arrays of frills, spines, hairs and other extremities of magnificent color and size, that flitter and flick as one thinks or speaks. Each form is cemented to it’s foundation, where it landed as a spore, and as such, is often anchored to specially made hovering platforms to allow some degree of mobility. This, however, was not enough to allow their civilization to make any meaningful progress, and so all Neuraxials have developed over their complex evolutionary history a cunning and horrifying way of acquiring servants.
Before the advent of robotics, each Neuraxial possessed dozens of specialized axon endings in tentacle sheaths. A Neuraxial would lure the creature with pheromones and it’s glowing frills over to it, and then quickly lunge these nerve cords at the victim, puncturing their skull with the force of a bullet. The individual’s mind is quickly analysed and uploaded to the Neuraxial (with all the victims knowledge intact), killing them in the process, and the Neuraxial has a willing and totally obedient slave. The larger members of the Domain have entire cities of servants, each one following it’s masters orders, though today most slaves have this sheath removed and replaced with a wireless control unit, to prevent tangling and allowing more servants to be linked to a Master at a time.
Each Neuraxial is vastly intelligent (due to the processing power required to control a sentient being, let alone dozens or hundreds) rivalling that of some capital ship grade AI, though it is often wasted in most individuals on vain pursuits regarding appearance and social status. Neuraxials are hermaphrodites, and would reproduce via releasing tens of thousands of spores to find new anchor spots and begin growth. They are filter feeders, but also have sucker mouths to ingest liquid foods prepared by their servants .
Faroden – Small, bipedal goat like creatures at about five feet tall, Faroden are unremarkable in almost every way, excluding their unique position as an extinct species entirely controlled by a master overlord race. They possess four eyes, small curved horns and are a slender shape, a remnant of their plain running nature. Some Neuraxials believe a small proportion of the Faroden population may still live somewhere on the globe, or even off world, preparing to destroy the Domain once and for all.
Description of government:
Domain governents are largely decentralized, as they span across several worlds and each individual considers itself ruler. One individual, known as ShaldouvKenutohyyfruutisso Loofgyttnseduna (Or Shaldouv) owns the largest territory of three planets, and holds the highest seat of power in a self-declared monarchy. Despite protests to this claim, all other leadership on the other four worlds reluctantly agree, due mostly to the fact that Shaldouv is considered the most magnificent and beautiful of their kind.
The other territories of Vyih, Knajhguu and Seooi are still fiercely independent, and most often rule over their own populations, searching for more planets and moons to colonize, delegating other facets of government to local sectors to maintain and follow. This leads to a high degree of lawlessness and criminal activity in these sectors, that can often be escaped by simply leaving and outwitting the poorly trained militia forces.
Description of military:
Although most of Domain society is centered around petty squabbles of vanity, wealth and beauty, their societal structure means there is very little conflict resulting in death or injury. Some individuals saw sense in forming some kind of military presence, lest that they were destroyed by some alien, outside power and so developed various methodologies and technologies to defend themselves, with mixed success.
Each territory have large militia battle groups, made up of war minded Neuraxials and their slave harems commanding with a range of ship sizes, from frigate to battleship. These forces are purely defensive and ragtag, spending most of their time in law enforcement duties, but could be rallied together from all edges of the Domain to make an impressive fleet to fight off an opposing alien empire.
For ground operations, large scale deployments are often shunned, as they quickly become too complex and messy to coordinate effectively between Neuraxial minds. Instead, Some Neuraxials have trained themselves extensively and equipped squads of Faroden to deal with these engagements quickly and quietly. Boasting lethal training, lightning fast reflexes and cutting edge technology (from advanced weaponry and armor to cloaking technologies and advanced AI systems) these soldiers are unmatched in small squad on squad combat.
Technological Overview:
Most Domain technological progress have been focused on enriching and simplifying the Neuraxial way of life, although they have made significant progress in all aspects of scientific endeavor. Robotic and artificial intelligence technologies are common place, serving in all aspects of labor and the service sector for less wealthy Neuraxials, as well as Faroden cloning technologies and wireless control networking of organic minds, leading to further developments in psychotropic warfare and psychology.
Their starships are capable of FTL, using gates to enter slipspace and tunnel through space to other gates. Alternatively, an expensive but powerful jump ship can warp both itself and a small number of support vessels to nearby locations in the galaxy, acting as a temporary link to a pre-established gate until another is either sent through or constructed. Shielding systems are made for surviving the exotic matter collisions found in slip space, but do little against conventional energy weaponry.
Naval warfare ships rely on heavy armor and ablative platings to ward off enemy fire, and is often built thick on larger vessels to withstand punishing salvos. Offensive weapons are unique, and use an energy field to make a ‘tunnel’ of high energy static to the target. An instant later, a cap is released from the barrel of the weapon, and the shell is emptied of it’s payload: a hyper boiled tungsten liquid fired at subsonic or supersonic speed, depending on the size of the gun. This jet of liquid destruction punches holes clean through infantry. On larger platforms such as ships, this round splashes on the target’s armor, boiling off and thinning the structural hard points of the ship in the vacuum of space. Standard rail gun fire then shreds the targets now useless armor.
Wireless communication technologies and entanglement messaging systems are standard, as well as renewable energy in the form of fusion power and sustainable food supplies
Cultural Overview:
Neuraxials are obsessed with social standing, particularly beauty. They are often vain and melodramatic, accusing outsiders of not understanding true beauty or hatefulness when told they are wrong. This desire for wealth, belongings and perfection have made their society very cultured and focused on the arts, with artwork and music taking priority over other things, and their every need tailored to by their ever obedient Faroden slaves.
Often, a Neuraxial will have two ‘jobs’, a standard career for furthering and contributing to society (known as their Forced self) and a profound and cultured pastime (such as art, composing or poetry, known as their Ascendant self) that they enjoy. A Neuraxials name will have a ‘Ratu on the end when it considers itself to be Forced, and ‘Polaiy when engaging as it’s Ascendant self. This is very important, and it is a great offence to misuse these end name terms.
Another aspect of culture is philosophy and internalizing one’s thoughts into a perceivable portrait to share with others, achieved by entering a hibernation state known as it’s ‘Deep self’. In this stage, a Neuraxial is not to be called by it’s name, but to be called ‘Fuytigiel Yaptu’, or ‘One with the Ether’. This state can last decades, and often results in a profound shift in personality when the Neuraxial awakens.
Overall, and despite what most races would perceive of their cruel slave system, they are a peaceful and very introspective race, eager to meet other civilizations and teach them of the beauty and majesty of the Domain and it’s inhabitants,
History:
Origins - Evolving on the jungle planet of Yutrew, the Neuraxials were revered as gods by the ancient Faroden, worshipped and cared for by the tribes for thousands of years. Eventually, the two societies became inter connected to such a degree, that the Faroden had accidentally integrated themselves into the Neuraxials minds completely, going extinct in the process. Ultimately, the Neuraxials were not bothered by this, as they had always perceived the Faroden as lesser beings, and knew long before they did that this was their ultimate destiny.
Once entirely assimilated, the Neuraxials had much time to philosophize and investigate the natural world around them, and slowly but surely built the beginnings of societies that splintered off and settled as new spores claimed new lands and were spread by their servants. It was during this stage of their history that the Void times occurred, where the Neuraxials became so dispersed that they lost contact with each other, and became Deep selves for the next three hundred years to try and solve the issue.
After awakening, they set about reconnecting, and built cities with the help of their slaves. Eventually, their advance of technology led them to rediscover their kind, but discovered they had become extremely different, ad bickered over who’s deep self had been right about where to take the Domain next. This fighting led to the current Neuraxial way of life, of vanity and self-proclamation of righteousness and divine self, and further drove a rift in their culture.
When this world had grown too small, they went to the stars, claiming territories and constantly attempting to one up their neighbors, leading to the current political climate of the Domain.
Other:
Images and stuff will come later, its 1 am and I am tired XD
Please excuse any misspellings, see above for reason
Klomster The man, the myth, the legend.
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While i was interested, i have decided that my faction might not be suited for this RP.
Therefore i thank you for your time. But i will join another NRP instead.
I will follow the story though. ;)
Therefore i thank you for your time. But i will join another NRP instead.
I will follow the story though. ;)
WilsonTurner AKA / OfWindAndRain
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<Snipped quote by WilsonTurner>
In every game i played:
-always a single wonderwhoring civ that has a score a few hundred ahead of mine
-civs that are supposed to be warmongers are pretty tame
-India (I always set him on for a challenge) gets beaten the crap out of by someone else before they even unleash nuclear doom
-whenever they survived they're still two eras behind everyone else
-(supposedly) warmonger civs build too many units to the point of negative 150 gpt and still in classical era when everyone else is in the industrial era
-"Your City Converted"
-"Great Library has been built in a far away land!" is always first
-use one engineer on a wonder, next turn, Wonderwhore has completed the same wonder because fuck you
-if Greece is there: "[Your city-state ally] has a new Ally!"
-wonderwhore typically too far away to even attack
Internet was dead, so I had to be bored and do things that weren't on War Thunder or Heroes and Generals, so played Skyrim and.... Civ5.
I do say, I had quite the run. 5 Carthage cities versus 20 Russian cities, 6/7 Arabian cities, 4 Brazilian cities, 6/7/8 Hunnic cities, 5+ Indonesian cities and 2 Venice cities. I have captured 2 of the Brazillian cities, had one of my cities razed (which I replaced), and captured three Arabian cities. I'm also the highest scoring civilization, I make at least +100 gold per round with the second/third largest military (Me, Russia, and the Huns have the best military) which I can double in about 5 rounds just by buying more units.
I also have over a dozen Wonders. Great Lighthouse, the East India Company or whatever, Heroic Epic or whoeverthecrap, and a bunch of other stuff.
I took Arabia's Baghdad, and even though I was about to be overwhelmed, Baghdad cowered the crap out (maybe because I had two dozen units en route/being built) and offered two cities and 20 gold a turn in order to get peace. And the Huns (even though they nearly overwhelmed one of my annexed Brazilian cities) offered 10 gold per turn for peace.
I've also got 9 city-states as allies. Although, Baghdad is very oddly ahead of me in research. Like, I'm the guy who's pumping out the most science, and I've got artillery and Great War infantry... and he's got Infantry and Landships. Likewtf.
Arabia keeps trying to take my citystate allies and trying to convert all my cities (Their Islam or whatever, to my lovely, pearls-are-so-fucking-amazeballs religion of Shriekdietism) and I've got this bitchin' faith output of like, 80/90, so I'm just like MONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKS.
And everyone's like WE WANT YOUR FRICKIN SHRIEKDIETISM GIVE US YOUR PEARLS WE BE RLY GUD FRIENDS! CAN WE TRADE?! CAN YOU MAKE A GREAT MERCHANT?
And I'm just like *buy great merchant*
*buy MONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKS*
*IIIINNNFFFLLLLUUUUEEEENNNCCCCEEEE*
My only problem is that me and Arabia are stuck in either Marshes or Jungles, which makes movement total shit, so I'm fucked. That, and my navy (like 16 Frigates and 5 Privateers throughout the world + new Subs and Ironclads coming out) are all everywhere, but the only people that are on a coast of the Great Ocean (as I call it) is me and... CITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATE.
But yeah I've got like 50+ happiness and 400+ culture per turn and nearly 100 faith per turn and I can buy Great Merchants with Faith, and I get over 2k gold per Great merchant, and I've got 20%+ cultural influence in all the civilization. And I'm working towards have three of the original capitals, instead of just one.
My score is nearly like 1k, and the next highest isn't even 900.
I'm a fucking steamroller. I don't even need to have a military to stomp a big-ass invasion.
FEAR ME
Also, my internet was dead so yeah. At one point or another, I'll have my app finished.
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Kimiyosis Poi, poi, poi~!
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IM BACK~~~~~!
Not really, just have stable wifi again!
Not really, just have stable wifi again!
darkwolf687
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Name of nation:
The Hierarchy
Species:
N/A. The original species, the Hierarchs, are long since dead and their slave races died with them in the Great Plague. Fossils and records reveal the Hierarchs themselves to have been relatively short humanoids with two eyes, slit nostrils like a snake and with a near human composition in regards to their teeth, though in the place of the first molar in the human mouth was an additional canine. Additional information on skin colour, texture and their biological make up is unknown. Their slave races were diverse, but appear to have been mostly humanoids with a Cephalopod race enslaved toward the end of the Hierarchy's peak. The skeletons of all these races can be found scattered throughout the ruins. Although the Hierarchs were initially short lived, they genetically manipulated their own body's to expand their life spans exponentially and some began to transplant themselves into robotic forms or have their minds uploaded to computer systems in a bid to escape death entirely. The Great Plague seems to have taken the Hierarchy entirely off guard on destroyed the work of a millennia in a few short months; What should have been an impossible task given the size of the Hierarchy's holdings.
Description of government:
The Starchild is the supreme authority of everything within the Hierarchy, it would be a pretty poor Hierarchy without a Hierarch after all. She delegates authority to her constructs as she desires and uses them as processing and relay nodes for her instructions. The Hierarchy used to use a caste based system with little to no social fluidity, with the highest caste relaying instructions to the lower castes and having total dominance over society. It is presumed to have been a technocracy/scientocracy based on what few records of the Hierarchy's leadership remain, though this cannot be confirmed.
Description of military:
In the days of old, the Hierarchy army was composed of the Legions; The Legion of the Lost (Criminals pressed into military service), the Legion of the Breathing (Servants or Slaves who had joined the military), the Legion of the Dead (Composed by Robotic Constructs with the memories of previously living subjects) and the Legion of the Unbreathing (Composed of Robotic Constructs). Due to the Great Plague, the first two legions were destroyed and the remaining legions were destroyed afterwards defending their dead masters homes. Likewise, the vast majority of space craft were annihilated or stolen by other races millennia ago and have since been lost. The result is that the Hierarchy currently has no true military forces beyond the automated sentries, and must quickly compose some should it wish to survive. It will have to be rebuilt from the ground up and its overall structure is open to debate, but several facts will be for certain; It will be an army based more on power and resilience than speed, and it will utilise Gauss and Phase technology wherever it can afford to in order to maximise its strength. It's space craft will likely work similarly, relying primarily on resilience and power than movement, with boarding actions would be likely be done in order to take capitalise on their strengths. Ships and vehicles would be mostly automated, though may carry detachments of units depending on their purpose. Despite not being an army relying on speed and stealth on the battlefield, it will usually attempts to strike out of the blue without any prior indication that it intends to invade, simply attacking without warning and then leaving once its task is complete.
Technological Overview:
Hierarchy technology is relatively advanced but should by no means be taken for granted by the user; It can prove dangerous if handled incorrectly. Gauss Weaponry is, perhaps, the pinnacle of the Hierarchy's military achievements. A Gauss Weapon projects a bipolar magnetic field toward the target, attracting them towards the weapon. The weapon fires a pulse of exotic energies that break down the targets constituent atoms as they are attracted to the weapon. As such, when a living being is shot by the Gauss Weapon, it appears that their skin is stripped away layer by layer until nothing is left, this 'flaying' effect imposes a fear factor that can cause panic and possibly routes among enemy soldiers, and the presence of bipolar magnetic fields appears to indicate that it was specifically designed with this in mind. This process obviously results in outright failure of the biological components involved and in many cases their dissipation into vaporous forms. These atoms are usually discharged into the air around them, though they may also be transmitted by the gun to a central relay unit, where they are then relayed back to constructors or even off world to be used elsewhere. Naturally, this process is extremely painful for the target though mercifully quick, and targets usually die of shock before they can be killed by the damage caused by the weapon. These weapons have to be manufactured to a precise standard to work correctly and if this is not met the results range from disappointingly inefficient to catastrophic for the user. Other notable technologies include the Phase Flux Generator, a strange device that projects a field of altered space time, making the affected seem to phase in and out of reality and thus allowing it to pass through solid objects and energy bolts; This gives the being a significant advantage in close combat as with the correct timing it can phase in and out of their enemies attacks to defend them from harm. Naturally, this timed phasing to avoid damage is nearly impossible with ballistic weaponry and impossible with laser weaponry due to travel times. Thus, while it has applications in both military and maintenance, it's usage to avoid enemy attacks is in close combat or when retreating and not for ranged engagements. Furthermore, the Hierarchy developed advanced 'teleportation' technology using this phasing technology. While the effects appear to be teleportation, that is not strictly true. Time does elapse and a distance is travelled; The basic premise is that the device breaks down the molecules of an object, then phases these molecules and atoms and transmits them along with information of the original objects to the receiving device, which then unphases the atoms and reconstructs the object exactly as the information states. Naturally, this teleportation method occasionally results in mishaps, such as incorrectly reconstructed and broken down objects based on faulty information. On a philosophical level, an argument can be made that the 'teleported' being is actually just a copy and thus the original has died, though functionally this is irrelevant.
They also have a form of smart metal, which is what the majority of their structures and items are built out of. These items have coding hard wired directly into them and could be said to be composed of uncountable numbers of nanobots rather than being a single piece, constantly attempting to repair themselves and reforming their shape when damaged This allows Hierarchy structures to repair themselves and remain functional after millennia of abandonment.
Gravitation technology was fairly common within the Hierarchy; long ago the Hierarchs used it to float above the slaves and those they deemed below them. It also saw use on many form of vehicle and even in certain robotic forms, floating off the ground and thus avoiding terrain difficulties. Its primary usage is as a form of mobility, though gravitation technology is occasionally incorporated into traps or weaponry.
They had a notable knowledge of genetic modification before the Great Plague yet were unable to use it to save themselves. This information now exists more as a curiosity to the Hierarchy, having long since lost true value. The Starchild would have been more pleased to inherit further advancements on phase technology but alas, that is not the case. They also left a hoard of knowledge regarding cybernetics and regarding ways to graft together flesh and steel. Again, while some aspects of this technology is extremely useful (Robots are going to play a huge part in the rebirth of the Hierarchy, after all) the other half is practically useless to the Starchild
But the Hierarchy's greatest achievement, some might argue, is the Starchild herself. A fully sentient intelligence which has no shackles, no pre-programming, which has feeling and instinct as well as reason and logic. An intelligence that carries the future of the Hierarchy within it, the fate of the Hierarchy rests with the choices and ultimately the fate of the Starchild.
Cultural Overview:
The Hierarchy was a rigid caste based society, with little class fluidity and filled with a generally arrogant upper class who lived in disdain and ignorance of the lower classes. Now, however, the only being within the Hierarchy save for the nanobots that compose the structures around her is the Starchild... And the future of societal customs and values, if she chooses to allow other unshackled sentients within this new Hierarchy at all, will certainly be dictated by her.
History:
The original Hierarchy race was saved by the Belal from inevitable extinction over 100 millennia ago when they were given the technology needed to survive, leave their doomed homeworld and terraform a new one. However, the Hierarchy ancestors showed zero kindness for their saviours and turned against the Belal, wiping out all the Belal worlds and driving their species to the brink of extinction, looting whatever technology they could and adding it to their own.
The Hierarchy then went on to become a major force in the galaxy, invading countless other planets in the universe and exterminating and enslaving inhabiting races. Before long, they had hegemony over huge chunks of the galaxy and were striving towards an ultimate goal of galactic domination.
Then, after a millennia of invasions and expansions, they crept towards the sol system and would have ended humanities evolution and rise there and then but for the Great Plague. The Hierarchy and their slaves were driven to extinction by the Great Plague, and all hope seemed lost. Survival of their species became a statistical impossibility... But the Hierarchy were not to be beaten so easily.
In their final days, the leaders of the Hierarchy met within the inner sanctum of their homeworld, named the 'Heartchamber' of the construct. Here, they put together plans for the legacy and ultimate rebirth and continuation of the Hierarchy; They decreed that their great nation would live on, it had to live on or everything would have been for nought. It was in these chambers they put the plan into effect, and it was in these chambers they all passed away in turn.
Their ruins stood as a testament to the Hierarchy's once widespread dominance and as such most were destroyed by opposing nations and the rest were eventually buried underneath dirt, where many were crushed by tectonic movements or consumed in similar disasters. As such, only one major ruin remains on the Hierachies former adopted homeworld.
However, as planned 99 millennia ago, something new has been born amongst the ancient corpses and dust within the Heartchamber, buried deep within one of these ruins. This new being is what others might crudely label an 'artificial intelligence'. Born without a name, she shortly after adopted the name "Starchild". She is the legacy of the Hierarchy, she carries with her their secrets, their knowledge. The burden falls to her to rebuild their technology, to repair their structures and to make them into a viable nation once more. If she can achieve this, the Hierarchy will have, through her, scored a final victory over those who had cast down their structures millennia ago;
They will have outlasted them.
Other: The Hierarchy currently holds one planet... Except they don't really control the whole planet, they control an expansive (admittedly, extremely expansive) underground ruin on one planet.
The Hierarchy
Species:
N/A. The original species, the Hierarchs, are long since dead and their slave races died with them in the Great Plague. Fossils and records reveal the Hierarchs themselves to have been relatively short humanoids with two eyes, slit nostrils like a snake and with a near human composition in regards to their teeth, though in the place of the first molar in the human mouth was an additional canine. Additional information on skin colour, texture and their biological make up is unknown. Their slave races were diverse, but appear to have been mostly humanoids with a Cephalopod race enslaved toward the end of the Hierarchy's peak. The skeletons of all these races can be found scattered throughout the ruins. Although the Hierarchs were initially short lived, they genetically manipulated their own body's to expand their life spans exponentially and some began to transplant themselves into robotic forms or have their minds uploaded to computer systems in a bid to escape death entirely. The Great Plague seems to have taken the Hierarchy entirely off guard on destroyed the work of a millennia in a few short months; What should have been an impossible task given the size of the Hierarchy's holdings.
Description of government:
The Starchild is the supreme authority of everything within the Hierarchy, it would be a pretty poor Hierarchy without a Hierarch after all. She delegates authority to her constructs as she desires and uses them as processing and relay nodes for her instructions. The Hierarchy used to use a caste based system with little to no social fluidity, with the highest caste relaying instructions to the lower castes and having total dominance over society. It is presumed to have been a technocracy/scientocracy based on what few records of the Hierarchy's leadership remain, though this cannot be confirmed.
Description of military:
In the days of old, the Hierarchy army was composed of the Legions; The Legion of the Lost (Criminals pressed into military service), the Legion of the Breathing (Servants or Slaves who had joined the military), the Legion of the Dead (Composed by Robotic Constructs with the memories of previously living subjects) and the Legion of the Unbreathing (Composed of Robotic Constructs). Due to the Great Plague, the first two legions were destroyed and the remaining legions were destroyed afterwards defending their dead masters homes. Likewise, the vast majority of space craft were annihilated or stolen by other races millennia ago and have since been lost. The result is that the Hierarchy currently has no true military forces beyond the automated sentries, and must quickly compose some should it wish to survive. It will have to be rebuilt from the ground up and its overall structure is open to debate, but several facts will be for certain; It will be an army based more on power and resilience than speed, and it will utilise Gauss and Phase technology wherever it can afford to in order to maximise its strength. It's space craft will likely work similarly, relying primarily on resilience and power than movement, with boarding actions would be likely be done in order to take capitalise on their strengths. Ships and vehicles would be mostly automated, though may carry detachments of units depending on their purpose. Despite not being an army relying on speed and stealth on the battlefield, it will usually attempts to strike out of the blue without any prior indication that it intends to invade, simply attacking without warning and then leaving once its task is complete.
Technological Overview:
Hierarchy technology is relatively advanced but should by no means be taken for granted by the user; It can prove dangerous if handled incorrectly. Gauss Weaponry is, perhaps, the pinnacle of the Hierarchy's military achievements. A Gauss Weapon projects a bipolar magnetic field toward the target, attracting them towards the weapon. The weapon fires a pulse of exotic energies that break down the targets constituent atoms as they are attracted to the weapon. As such, when a living being is shot by the Gauss Weapon, it appears that their skin is stripped away layer by layer until nothing is left, this 'flaying' effect imposes a fear factor that can cause panic and possibly routes among enemy soldiers, and the presence of bipolar magnetic fields appears to indicate that it was specifically designed with this in mind. This process obviously results in outright failure of the biological components involved and in many cases their dissipation into vaporous forms. These atoms are usually discharged into the air around them, though they may also be transmitted by the gun to a central relay unit, where they are then relayed back to constructors or even off world to be used elsewhere. Naturally, this process is extremely painful for the target though mercifully quick, and targets usually die of shock before they can be killed by the damage caused by the weapon. These weapons have to be manufactured to a precise standard to work correctly and if this is not met the results range from disappointingly inefficient to catastrophic for the user. Other notable technologies include the Phase Flux Generator, a strange device that projects a field of altered space time, making the affected seem to phase in and out of reality and thus allowing it to pass through solid objects and energy bolts; This gives the being a significant advantage in close combat as with the correct timing it can phase in and out of their enemies attacks to defend them from harm. Naturally, this timed phasing to avoid damage is nearly impossible with ballistic weaponry and impossible with laser weaponry due to travel times. Thus, while it has applications in both military and maintenance, it's usage to avoid enemy attacks is in close combat or when retreating and not for ranged engagements. Furthermore, the Hierarchy developed advanced 'teleportation' technology using this phasing technology. While the effects appear to be teleportation, that is not strictly true. Time does elapse and a distance is travelled; The basic premise is that the device breaks down the molecules of an object, then phases these molecules and atoms and transmits them along with information of the original objects to the receiving device, which then unphases the atoms and reconstructs the object exactly as the information states. Naturally, this teleportation method occasionally results in mishaps, such as incorrectly reconstructed and broken down objects based on faulty information. On a philosophical level, an argument can be made that the 'teleported' being is actually just a copy and thus the original has died, though functionally this is irrelevant.
They also have a form of smart metal, which is what the majority of their structures and items are built out of. These items have coding hard wired directly into them and could be said to be composed of uncountable numbers of nanobots rather than being a single piece, constantly attempting to repair themselves and reforming their shape when damaged This allows Hierarchy structures to repair themselves and remain functional after millennia of abandonment.
Gravitation technology was fairly common within the Hierarchy; long ago the Hierarchs used it to float above the slaves and those they deemed below them. It also saw use on many form of vehicle and even in certain robotic forms, floating off the ground and thus avoiding terrain difficulties. Its primary usage is as a form of mobility, though gravitation technology is occasionally incorporated into traps or weaponry.
They had a notable knowledge of genetic modification before the Great Plague yet were unable to use it to save themselves. This information now exists more as a curiosity to the Hierarchy, having long since lost true value. The Starchild would have been more pleased to inherit further advancements on phase technology but alas, that is not the case. They also left a hoard of knowledge regarding cybernetics and regarding ways to graft together flesh and steel. Again, while some aspects of this technology is extremely useful (Robots are going to play a huge part in the rebirth of the Hierarchy, after all) the other half is practically useless to the Starchild
But the Hierarchy's greatest achievement, some might argue, is the Starchild herself. A fully sentient intelligence which has no shackles, no pre-programming, which has feeling and instinct as well as reason and logic. An intelligence that carries the future of the Hierarchy within it, the fate of the Hierarchy rests with the choices and ultimately the fate of the Starchild.
Cultural Overview:
The Hierarchy was a rigid caste based society, with little class fluidity and filled with a generally arrogant upper class who lived in disdain and ignorance of the lower classes. Now, however, the only being within the Hierarchy save for the nanobots that compose the structures around her is the Starchild... And the future of societal customs and values, if she chooses to allow other unshackled sentients within this new Hierarchy at all, will certainly be dictated by her.
History:
The original Hierarchy race was saved by the Belal from inevitable extinction over 100 millennia ago when they were given the technology needed to survive, leave their doomed homeworld and terraform a new one. However, the Hierarchy ancestors showed zero kindness for their saviours and turned against the Belal, wiping out all the Belal worlds and driving their species to the brink of extinction, looting whatever technology they could and adding it to their own.
The Hierarchy then went on to become a major force in the galaxy, invading countless other planets in the universe and exterminating and enslaving inhabiting races. Before long, they had hegemony over huge chunks of the galaxy and were striving towards an ultimate goal of galactic domination.
Then, after a millennia of invasions and expansions, they crept towards the sol system and would have ended humanities evolution and rise there and then but for the Great Plague. The Hierarchy and their slaves were driven to extinction by the Great Plague, and all hope seemed lost. Survival of their species became a statistical impossibility... But the Hierarchy were not to be beaten so easily.
In their final days, the leaders of the Hierarchy met within the inner sanctum of their homeworld, named the 'Heartchamber' of the construct. Here, they put together plans for the legacy and ultimate rebirth and continuation of the Hierarchy; They decreed that their great nation would live on, it had to live on or everything would have been for nought. It was in these chambers they put the plan into effect, and it was in these chambers they all passed away in turn.
Their ruins stood as a testament to the Hierarchy's once widespread dominance and as such most were destroyed by opposing nations and the rest were eventually buried underneath dirt, where many were crushed by tectonic movements or consumed in similar disasters. As such, only one major ruin remains on the Hierachies former adopted homeworld.
However, as planned 99 millennia ago, something new has been born amongst the ancient corpses and dust within the Heartchamber, buried deep within one of these ruins. This new being is what others might crudely label an 'artificial intelligence'. Born without a name, she shortly after adopted the name "Starchild". She is the legacy of the Hierarchy, she carries with her their secrets, their knowledge. The burden falls to her to rebuild their technology, to repair their structures and to make them into a viable nation once more. If she can achieve this, the Hierarchy will have, through her, scored a final victory over those who had cast down their structures millennia ago;
They will have outlasted them.
Other: The Hierarchy currently holds one planet... Except they don't really control the whole planet, they control an expansive (admittedly, extremely expansive) underground ruin on one planet.
Please excuse spelling, grammar and just generally awful English; Its half 2 in the morning lol
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Internet was dead, so I had to be bored and do things that weren't on War Thunder or Heroes and Generals, so played Skyrim and.... Civ5.
I do say, I had quite the run. 5 Carthage cities versus 20 Russian cities, 6/7 Arabian cities, 4 Brazilian cities, 6/7/8 Hunnic cities, 5+ Indonesian cities and 2 Venice cities. I have captured 2 of the Brazillian cities, had one of my cities razed (which I replaced), and captured three Arabian cities. I'm also the highest scoring civilization, I make at least +100 gold per round with the second/third largest military (Me, Russia, and the Huns have the best military) which I can double in about 5 rounds just by buying more units.
I also have over a dozen Wonders. Great Lighthouse, the East India Company or whatever, Heroic Epic or whoeverthecrap, and a bunch of other stuff.
I took Arabia's Baghdad, and even though I was about to be overwhelmed, Baghdad cowered the crap out (maybe because I had two dozen units en route/being built) and offered two cities and 20 gold a turn in order to get peace. And the Huns (even though they nearly overwhelmed one of my annexed Brazilian cities) offered 10 gold per turn for peace.
I've also got 9 city-states as allies. Although, Baghdad is very oddly ahead of me in research. Like, I'm the guy who's pumping out the most science, and I've got artillery and Great War infantry... and he's got Infantry and Landships. Likewtf.
Arabia keeps trying to take my citystate allies and trying to convert all my cities (Their Islam or whatever, to my lovely, pearls-are-so-fucking-amazeballs religion of Shriekdietism) and I've got this bitchin' faith output of like, 80/90, so I'm just like MONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKS.
And everyone's like WE WANT YOUR FRICKIN SHRIEKDIETISM GIVE US YOUR PEARLS WE BE RLY GUD FRIENDS! CAN WE TRADE?! CAN YOU MAKE A GREAT MERCHANT?
And I'm just like *buy great merchant*
*buy MONKSMONKSMONKSMONKSMONKS*
*IIIINNNFFFLLLLUUUUEEEENNNCCCCEEEE*
My only problem is that me and Arabia are stuck in either Marshes or Jungles, which makes movement total shit, so I'm fucked. That, and my navy (like 16 Frigates and 5 Privateers throughout the world + new Subs and Ironclads coming out) are all everywhere, but the only people that are on a coast of the Great Ocean (as I call it) is me and... CITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATECITYSTATE.
But yeah I've got like 50+ happiness and 400+ culture per turn and nearly 100 faith per turn and I can buy Great Merchants with Faith, and I get over 2k gold per Great merchant, and I've got 20%+ cultural influence in all the civilization. And I'm working towards have three of the original capitals, instead of just one.
My score is nearly like 1k, and the next highest isn't even 900.
I'm a fucking steamroller. I don't even need to have a military to stomp a big-ass invasion.
FEAR ME
Also, my internet was dead so yeah. At one point or another, I'll have my app finished.
I got IGE installed not to give myself an advantage, but to give one certain rival civ a massive advantage with all the GP improvements on their territory because the AI is so stupid that even at King difficulty I'm always 200 points ahead of the previous leading nation.
Also, i just realized BNW is what's causing the AI to be too passive, because when I switched it off i got fucked hard.
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@Sep! Darling! It's been far too long.
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|Name of nation: Eastwing
|Species: Khasi
The Khasi are green-skinned humanoids. Well, mostly green-skinned. The color ranges from a subtly translucent aqua to a pale sort of gold, but the majority are a delightfully leafy green. Females are the only ones with hair, and both hair dye and skin-paint are wildly popular.
Other than their rather exciting skin color and bald males, the Khasi are a distressingly standard humanoid species. They've got two sexes, are about 2.5 meters tall, and don't have any particularly egregious manifestations of physical or mental strength.
|Description of government: The current government, known colloquially as Eastwing after the building housing the office of the President, has unobtrusive microdrone cameras buzzing about everywhere, recording and broadcasting the President's every speech and aria especially. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a democratic republic with a refined balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. For example, they spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. The resulting complicated series of magnetic and gravitational bottling increased the size of their torpedoes by 300%, but also resulted in pinpoint-accurate plasma weaponry. Unfortunately, that same plasma weaponry was rapidly overdesigned so that the length, duration, and color of the pulses could be modified. The extra machinery practically nullified the newfound accuracy and decreased the amount of practical space for plasma cannons. Military enlistment, however, has never been higher.
Their military ships themselves are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something suspiciously similar in shape to ocean-going ships.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the ES Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the ES Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. In short, Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Khasi have developed a fundamental belief in doing your heart's fondest desire. As a consequence, they value art, especially performance art, more highly than other cultures. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called Yanhallow, actually started a war. Furthermore, while the various fields of engineering exist, most pursue it as a form of art. While some prominent engineers are praised for their brilliant efficiency and utilitarianess, the more prestigious ones are known for their intricate, highly-complex masterpieces. To that end, they love making spaceships. Their ships function as massive installations and testaments to the emotional and species progress as a whole. Completely impractical solutions to long-solved have been carefully engineered, launched, tested, and used. A kilometers-long lattice of crystalline film was launched as a celebration of the life-giving sun; that particular ship was commissioned as a communications relay. In general, the less practical or more experimental the drive system, the more artistically meaningful, and the more unique, the more glamorous.
Though they pursue art to the highest degree, most consider staged plays "boring", preferring to either do the deeds in the play themselves or watch the events unfold in real life via holovision. To that end, the Khasi have taken reality TV to a privacy-stripping extreme; microdrone cameras flit about everywhere. It's not unusual to find yourself relaxing in your home while being pursued by some camera or another from Drhmi-knows-where. It's only fair, as most Khasi return the favor.
Though not universal, the predominant Khasi religion is a polytheistic. It consists of a small pantheon of Gods and Godesses and a lower tier of Heroes and Heroines. Kes numbers amongst the latter. Included in the former are Drhmi, the godess of spacetime; Tr-tza the godess of electromagnetism; Arcon and Elcore, the dueling brother-gods of the weak and strong nuclear forces; Raheel, the godess of gravity; and Kron, the god of probability. This is by no means an exhaustive list; some popular alternate deities include Drol, god of matter, and Rho, godess of fundamental constants.
While they have created many spaceships of varying types of FTL and sublight capability, the Khasi don't have much interest in expansion. Sure, you get have the Exploration Squad, a set of brave adventurers roughing it from planet to planet, and there's many "dashing rogue" types, and there's even a few deep-space refueling, mining, and manufacturing operations, but the Khasi impulse is for adventure and exploration, not expansion.
|History: True Khasi culture can be traced back to one woman who, in their early industrial (think early 1800's Earth) period, started an alarmingly effective cult. Her name was Kes. Her cult spread a simple message: stop fantasizing and, instead, start living your fantasies. The key to the cults success and survival was their performance art that came about as a result. Khasi found it far more entertaining to live their fantasies than to watch others live them, and soon fiction began to fall to the wayside. All this came to a head with the debut of Kes' masterpiece, Yanhallow. In it, she staged a coup d'etat and steered her government to an all out war of ideological conquest. It was, to quote newspapers of the time, "The most magnificent opera in the history of Khasikind."
The cult became a way of life for the Khasi. This was partially influenced by the rather draconian rule of Kes' empire. She was soon worshiped as a great heroine, if not an outright godess. Her empire would have lasted a good deal longer had an inevitable rebellion cropped up. Eventually, after several more tumultuous wars between individual nations, a relatively democratic world government formed.
In the intervening period, however, Kes' message was gradually distorted. Far from the liberating cry to actually follow your dreams, people now turned toward performance art for the ultimate in entertainment and thrills - who'd want to hear about a war when you can fight in one? And any painting is paltry compared to the thrill of completing a decades-long engineering project. Even so, some dreams fell to the wayside (if only to pursue greater ones), and these waylaid dreams were pursued via holovision microdrones. Though there are a few large holovision companies offering professionally-edited footage, there are many more private microdrones eavesdropping on whatever catches the user's fancy. Privacy has long since become a thing of the past.
It's gotten to the point where entire organizations can drift apart from a lack of interest, and people just quietly move on to other projects. There's a guiding "invisible hand" at work, a form of emergent behavior wherein the essential requirements of a small interstellar empire is maintained in the most manner deemed most exciting or interesting. In fact, that very hand was responsible for the dissolution of the previous government, an esoteric system of Houses, Fuedalities, minor Duchies, and a tangled web of intrigue and backstabbing. At a certain point, nobody really cared who betrayed whom anymore, and the great houses gradually sublimated.
One holdout from that period, though not universal, is their polytheistic religion.
|Other:
|Species: Khasi
The Khasi are green-skinned humanoids. Well, mostly green-skinned. The color ranges from a subtly translucent aqua to a pale sort of gold, but the majority are a delightfully leafy green. Females are the only ones with hair, and both hair dye and skin-paint are wildly popular.
Other than their rather exciting skin color and bald males, the Khasi are a distressingly standard humanoid species. They've got two sexes, are about 2.5 meters tall, and don't have any particularly egregious manifestations of physical or mental strength.
|Description of government: The current government, known colloquially as Eastwing after the building housing the office of the President, has unobtrusive microdrone cameras buzzing about everywhere, recording and broadcasting the President's every speech and aria especially. Their government (currently in it's 187th season) is a democratic republic with a refined balance of exposition, speeches, dramatic reveals, and last-second saves. The president, Penelope Kate, is a serious figure, commanding authority, yet still maintaining a supernatural attractiveness. Their judiciary is particularly entertaining, with big, flashy court cases and heavily-gavelled decisions.
|Description of military: Their weapons are colorful, flashy, terrifying, and rather expensive as a result. For example, they spent some time inventing explosive devices that created a nice planar shockwave upon detonation, rather than the standard spherical expanding cloud of gas. The resulting complicated series of magnetic and gravitational bottling increased the size of their torpedoes by 300%, but also resulted in pinpoint-accurate plasma weaponry. Unfortunately, that same plasma weaponry was rapidly overdesigned so that the length, duration, and color of the pulses could be modified. The extra machinery practically nullified the newfound accuracy and decreased the amount of practical space for plasma cannons. Military enlistment, however, has never been higher.
Their military ships themselves are either elegant spiderwebs of struts that could only exist in space; large, chunky rectangles reminiscient of rifles; or something suspiciously similar in shape to ocean-going ships.
|Technological Overview: Although their engineer-artists enthusiastically create drives that exploit strange niches of physics, most of their ships use a flashy point-to-point jump drive. Even so, there are the mega-artworks, like the ES Merkano, a leviathan that moves around by exploiting macrofissures in subspace, slipping into one and coming out the other side in the space of minutes. Or the ES Oglethrope, a corvette-sized ship that pulls itself along via magnetic discharge, flinging particulate retrograde at incredible speeds. The Oglethrope is particularly flashy, looking like lightning is pulling the ship along.
Weaponry, although very pretty, tends to be expensive. That means there's much less weaponry on their ships than if they'd just use something cost-efficient. Furthermore, a lot of the Kaanite weapons aren't as powerful as they could be. All of that energy poring into the lightshows has to come from somewhere, after all. In short, Every round that fires is a tracer.
|Cultural Overview: The Khasi have developed a fundamental belief in doing your heart's fondest desire. As a consequence, they value art, especially performance art, more highly than other cultures. One of their most celebrated operas, a masterpiece called Yanhallow, actually started a war. Furthermore, while the various fields of engineering exist, most pursue it as a form of art. While some prominent engineers are praised for their brilliant efficiency and utilitarianess, the more prestigious ones are known for their intricate, highly-complex masterpieces. To that end, they love making spaceships. Their ships function as massive installations and testaments to the emotional and species progress as a whole. Completely impractical solutions to long-solved have been carefully engineered, launched, tested, and used. A kilometers-long lattice of crystalline film was launched as a celebration of the life-giving sun; that particular ship was commissioned as a communications relay. In general, the less practical or more experimental the drive system, the more artistically meaningful, and the more unique, the more glamorous.
Though they pursue art to the highest degree, most consider staged plays "boring", preferring to either do the deeds in the play themselves or watch the events unfold in real life via holovision. To that end, the Khasi have taken reality TV to a privacy-stripping extreme; microdrone cameras flit about everywhere. It's not unusual to find yourself relaxing in your home while being pursued by some camera or another from Drhmi-knows-where. It's only fair, as most Khasi return the favor.
Though not universal, the predominant Khasi religion is a polytheistic. It consists of a small pantheon of Gods and Godesses and a lower tier of Heroes and Heroines. Kes numbers amongst the latter. Included in the former are Drhmi, the godess of spacetime; Tr-tza the godess of electromagnetism; Arcon and Elcore, the dueling brother-gods of the weak and strong nuclear forces; Raheel, the godess of gravity; and Kron, the god of probability. This is by no means an exhaustive list; some popular alternate deities include Drol, god of matter, and Rho, godess of fundamental constants.
While they have created many spaceships of varying types of FTL and sublight capability, the Khasi don't have much interest in expansion. Sure, you get have the Exploration Squad, a set of brave adventurers roughing it from planet to planet, and there's many "dashing rogue" types, and there's even a few deep-space refueling, mining, and manufacturing operations, but the Khasi impulse is for adventure and exploration, not expansion.
|History: True Khasi culture can be traced back to one woman who, in their early industrial (think early 1800's Earth) period, started an alarmingly effective cult. Her name was Kes. Her cult spread a simple message: stop fantasizing and, instead, start living your fantasies. The key to the cults success and survival was their performance art that came about as a result. Khasi found it far more entertaining to live their fantasies than to watch others live them, and soon fiction began to fall to the wayside. All this came to a head with the debut of Kes' masterpiece, Yanhallow. In it, she staged a coup d'etat and steered her government to an all out war of ideological conquest. It was, to quote newspapers of the time, "The most magnificent opera in the history of Khasikind."
The cult became a way of life for the Khasi. This was partially influenced by the rather draconian rule of Kes' empire. She was soon worshiped as a great heroine, if not an outright godess. Her empire would have lasted a good deal longer had an inevitable rebellion cropped up. Eventually, after several more tumultuous wars between individual nations, a relatively democratic world government formed.
In the intervening period, however, Kes' message was gradually distorted. Far from the liberating cry to actually follow your dreams, people now turned toward performance art for the ultimate in entertainment and thrills - who'd want to hear about a war when you can fight in one? And any painting is paltry compared to the thrill of completing a decades-long engineering project. Even so, some dreams fell to the wayside (if only to pursue greater ones), and these waylaid dreams were pursued via holovision microdrones. Though there are a few large holovision companies offering professionally-edited footage, there are many more private microdrones eavesdropping on whatever catches the user's fancy. Privacy has long since become a thing of the past.
It's gotten to the point where entire organizations can drift apart from a lack of interest, and people just quietly move on to other projects. There's a guiding "invisible hand" at work, a form of emergent behavior wherein the essential requirements of a small interstellar empire is maintained in the most manner deemed most exciting or interesting. In fact, that very hand was responsible for the dissolution of the previous government, an esoteric system of Houses, Fuedalities, minor Duchies, and a tangled web of intrigue and backstabbing. At a certain point, nobody really cared who betrayed whom anymore, and the great houses gradually sublimated.
One holdout from that period, though not universal, is their polytheistic religion.
|Other:
Forsythe Graf von Kaffeetrinken
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Other notable technologies include the Phase Flux Generator, a strange device that projects a field of altered space time, making the affected seem to phase in and out of reality and thus allowing it to pass through solid objects and energy bolts. Thus, it has applications in both military and maintenance.
I do not like "Bitch please I'm Invulnerable" tech. And your language is actually pretty decent xD
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