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Arawak Member
oZode's ghost
STATUS: Nation RP set during an Interplanetary dark age across hundreds of tiny worlds- roleplayerguild.com/topics/… 7 yrs ago
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Nation RP set during an Interplanetary dark age across hundreds of tiny worlds- roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
7 yrs ago
Got my RP rebooted. Make a civilization human or alien and uncover the enigma roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
8 yrs ago
Why not a sci-fi NRP that doesn't waste space? Interest check here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/1..
9 yrs ago
9 yrs ago
Damn it Flimo
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The Capital Ship, In the Emperor's Personal Quarters
"Octo Smith... Octo Smith... I have a question to ask of you", a small uppity little body guard around the age of 27 started to spout. The kid was one of the very distant great many times over grandchildren of the emperor and probably a body guard judging by the olive uniform.
Someone so young they don't even have wrinkles. The tan skin, dark hair and green eyes of the kid contrasted with the brass ornamented dark brown wood cabin from Terra itself where the emperor's hulking medical power suit sat slouched on a large leather couch of ancient quality.
The rustic thing was held together mainly by an anachronism of technologies from over past century and a half, the century old thing the emperor was in still functioning as it always had, still pumping synthetic blood and medigel through plastic tubes that are visible at points in the otherwise dense patchwork of alloys.
The Emperor's head, bald and wrinkled with his black skin hiding the bulk of his liver spots however is transfixed on a video stream projected from a tiny chip on a large, bulky obsidian shard filled counter. From which the volumetric, colorful display shows itself.
The emperor, with a bit of delay turns his head towards the little kid and asks "What is it?"
"Oh, I am curious what you are watching." The little one asks.
The emperor looks at the volumetric stream playing on in front of him and sees the various aliens slaughtering each other. With a bit of delay, he replies "Just the 400th annual Denebian Murderfest. It is going well, I like the aliens killing each other.
It's nice to see, the blood they spew is colorful. My bet is on the ..uh.. Craetek called Stiffy Stabbs, Stiffy Stabbs will win... Stiffy Stabbs always wins."
On the screen, the massive Craetek filled with the blood of numerous mouse-like aliens it had been murdering before tackles a centuaroid that it repeatedly impales as the centuaroid wails in agony and pain from the repeated stabbing, screaming some gibberish.
"Stiffy Stabbs got it all, no one beats Stiffy Stabbs... no one... Lots of my friends know... lots of people know, a sure bet always for Stiffy Stabbs."
The Emperor seemingly just forgets about the body guard and starts just cheering and pumping the arms of the medical powersuit in adulation upon seeing his favorite alien murder some more bug species atop of the more humanoid species indiscriminately in the slaughterhouse of an arena it has become.
Odious amounts of bodies just piled up, sliced and diced, with the large Craetek with most of its appendages in tact just making gestures daring others to come at it, with a Truqik still stuck to one of its stainless steel spears that Stiffy Stabbs unceremoniously shakes off.
The kiddie body guard felt nauseated at the hyper-realistic stream, as if the smell came through.
"What? Ate some Kibbu intestines on the way here?" The Emperor, energized asks.
"Oh, it's nothing... Nothing at all..." The body guard sheepishly replies before saying, "I need to return to my post."
The Emperor just says, "Well get to it... More Denebian Murderfest is on next... It is very important business that I watch. I'd be there in person but that stupid speech made me have to wait around here thousands of light years away from the arena."
The body guard just walks out, relieved to not have to watch more Denebian Slaughterfest.
"Octo Smith... Octo Smith... I have a question to ask of you", a small uppity little body guard around the age of 27 started to spout. The kid was one of the very distant great many times over grandchildren of the emperor and probably a body guard judging by the olive uniform.
Someone so young they don't even have wrinkles. The tan skin, dark hair and green eyes of the kid contrasted with the brass ornamented dark brown wood cabin from Terra itself where the emperor's hulking medical power suit sat slouched on a large leather couch of ancient quality.
The rustic thing was held together mainly by an anachronism of technologies from over past century and a half, the century old thing the emperor was in still functioning as it always had, still pumping synthetic blood and medigel through plastic tubes that are visible at points in the otherwise dense patchwork of alloys.
The Emperor's head, bald and wrinkled with his black skin hiding the bulk of his liver spots however is transfixed on a video stream projected from a tiny chip on a large, bulky obsidian shard filled counter. From which the volumetric, colorful display shows itself.
The emperor, with a bit of delay turns his head towards the little kid and asks "What is it?"
"Oh, I am curious what you are watching." The little one asks.
The emperor looks at the volumetric stream playing on in front of him and sees the various aliens slaughtering each other. With a bit of delay, he replies "Just the 400th annual Denebian Murderfest. It is going well, I like the aliens killing each other.
It's nice to see, the blood they spew is colorful. My bet is on the ..uh.. Craetek called Stiffy Stabbs, Stiffy Stabbs will win... Stiffy Stabbs always wins."
On the screen, the massive Craetek filled with the blood of numerous mouse-like aliens it had been murdering before tackles a centuaroid that it repeatedly impales as the centuaroid wails in agony and pain from the repeated stabbing, screaming some gibberish.
"Stiffy Stabbs got it all, no one beats Stiffy Stabbs... no one... Lots of my friends know... lots of people know, a sure bet always for Stiffy Stabbs."
The Emperor seemingly just forgets about the body guard and starts just cheering and pumping the arms of the medical powersuit in adulation upon seeing his favorite alien murder some more bug species atop of the more humanoid species indiscriminately in the slaughterhouse of an arena it has become.
Odious amounts of bodies just piled up, sliced and diced, with the large Craetek with most of its appendages in tact just making gestures daring others to come at it, with a Truqik still stuck to one of its stainless steel spears that Stiffy Stabbs unceremoniously shakes off.
The kiddie body guard felt nauseated at the hyper-realistic stream, as if the smell came through.
"What? Ate some Kibbu intestines on the way here?" The Emperor, energized asks.
"Oh, it's nothing... Nothing at all..." The body guard sheepishly replies before saying, "I need to return to my post."
The Emperor just says, "Well get to it... More Denebian Murderfest is on next... It is very important business that I watch. I'd be there in person but that stupid speech made me have to wait around here thousands of light years away from the arena."
The body guard just walks out, relieved to not have to watch more Denebian Slaughterfest.
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Yes
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Alright, that makes sense.
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@Knight Solaire I am a bit concerned on the implications of that much energy. Especially with "Having almost limitless electrical power at their disposal,"
However other than that it seems acceptable.
However other than that it seems acceptable.
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@Kinith Yeah you're good, though maybe set the permissions on your alien species
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I should note to please specify if a sheet is completed.
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Current galaxy map
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It is the year 3475 AD...
The shepherd of the human species, Octo Smith in his 200th year of rule is about to make a speech for the 1050th year of the Dominion. Due to the constraints on the communication relays, that speech has yet to hit your local colony.
However, in due time the speech shall air.
For now, it is but static.
...
---UPDATE---
The feed finally starts. An unseen masculine announcer recites to a very staged room with a dark marble podium and an embossed polar grid logo the following,
"Dear citizens, We apologize for the delays, the emperor was very tired for the time but he is now up and running.
Now our majesty Octo Smith speaks!"
Than a rather wrinkly, aging man walks to the podium. His body and arms, covered in a clunky power suit that shows its age as well. It is a power-suit filled with tubes of teal colored medical gel colored white and incredibly polished- yet the scratches are very noticeable.
The emperor himself shows his age, with many wrinkles and very greyed, whitish out hair. His beard is large, with a white coloration that contrasts with his brown face and stiff lip. The century old powersuit lifts Smith's arm onto the podium, where Smith finally begins to speak.
"We live in prosperous times, upon the eve of this 1000th year of our dominion. We have made massive progress in doing what is needed to keep our society secure in the great goal of making the galaxy free for human settlement. We have done a lot, there are those who do not see the big picture, but we do. We see the big picture, we see the galaxy colonized.
As our mission statement from the year I took position as Supreme Executive of the Dominion to now remains the same, across many generations we continue our human destiny to make the galaxy our own. There have been those who work against this, foolishly guided by their lack of vision. Who undermine our efforts as a species, unable to see the big picture. It is a very big picture, a galaxy sized picture.
I will say, do not worry about those fools. They're foolish people, we deal with them, they'll know what's good for them and if they don't we'll make sure they know what's good for them. Maybe it'll take a bit of a hand to direct them properly, but we'll make sure they work in the name of the Dominion. For the Dominion is the shepherd, the Dominion directs the species towards greatness. But so many do not work with us, but our peacekeepers make sure the criminals are in line. As they always have and always will.
It will be good that the loyal citizens of the Dominion continue to work towards the destiny of our species, it is... uh... yeah... the destiny, the good destiny. A very good destiny... it'll be good to keep doing that and not doing... the other things... yeah.
Well, uhh... Yeah, we will keep working good on the good work, we have a lot of good work to do. Just keep doing the good thing, for the dominion. The good dominion.
...
Hail to the dominion, this has been a good start to our year and we hope to continue seeing more years like it. The galaxy is big but the humanity is bigger. Keep united, don't mess around, work to the big picture because we need a galaxy that is a human galaxy, we are making good progress to colonizing the galaxy so let's not mess that up, okay?
Now we are signing out on our 1050th year of the Dominion, the best days are ahead of us... and... uhh..."
The Emperor than just walks off the feed screen, confused of what he even just said. The clunky suit carrying him elsewhere as the screen cuts to the Polar grid logo of the Dominion with the words "Transmission Over" in front.
The shepherd of the human species, Octo Smith in his 200th year of rule is about to make a speech for the 1050th year of the Dominion. Due to the constraints on the communication relays, that speech has yet to hit your local colony.
However, in due time the speech shall air.
For now, it is but static.
...
---UPDATE---
The feed finally starts. An unseen masculine announcer recites to a very staged room with a dark marble podium and an embossed polar grid logo the following,
"Dear citizens, We apologize for the delays, the emperor was very tired for the time but he is now up and running.
Now our majesty Octo Smith speaks!"
Than a rather wrinkly, aging man walks to the podium. His body and arms, covered in a clunky power suit that shows its age as well. It is a power-suit filled with tubes of teal colored medical gel colored white and incredibly polished- yet the scratches are very noticeable.
The emperor himself shows his age, with many wrinkles and very greyed, whitish out hair. His beard is large, with a white coloration that contrasts with his brown face and stiff lip. The century old powersuit lifts Smith's arm onto the podium, where Smith finally begins to speak.
"We live in prosperous times, upon the eve of this 1000th year of our dominion. We have made massive progress in doing what is needed to keep our society secure in the great goal of making the galaxy free for human settlement. We have done a lot, there are those who do not see the big picture, but we do. We see the big picture, we see the galaxy colonized.
As our mission statement from the year I took position as Supreme Executive of the Dominion to now remains the same, across many generations we continue our human destiny to make the galaxy our own. There have been those who work against this, foolishly guided by their lack of vision. Who undermine our efforts as a species, unable to see the big picture. It is a very big picture, a galaxy sized picture.
I will say, do not worry about those fools. They're foolish people, we deal with them, they'll know what's good for them and if they don't we'll make sure they know what's good for them. Maybe it'll take a bit of a hand to direct them properly, but we'll make sure they work in the name of the Dominion. For the Dominion is the shepherd, the Dominion directs the species towards greatness. But so many do not work with us, but our peacekeepers make sure the criminals are in line. As they always have and always will.
It will be good that the loyal citizens of the Dominion continue to work towards the destiny of our species, it is... uh... yeah... the destiny, the good destiny. A very good destiny... it'll be good to keep doing that and not doing... the other things... yeah.
Well, uhh... Yeah, we will keep working good on the good work, we have a lot of good work to do. Just keep doing the good thing, for the dominion. The good dominion.
...
Hail to the dominion, this has been a good start to our year and we hope to continue seeing more years like it. The galaxy is big but the humanity is bigger. Keep united, don't mess around, work to the big picture because we need a galaxy that is a human galaxy, we are making good progress to colonizing the galaxy so let's not mess that up, okay?
Now we are signing out on our 1050th year of the Dominion, the best days are ahead of us... and... uhh..."
The Emperor than just walks off the feed screen, confused of what he even just said. The clunky suit carrying him elsewhere as the screen cuts to the Polar grid logo of the Dominion with the words "Transmission Over" in front.
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