Darkmatter Member
Resident Engineer & Physics Afficiando
STATUS: Currently buried in a number of things which I hope will benefit the Guild. 9 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: It starts with a D and rhymes with sharkmatter.
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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Currently buried in a number of things which I hope will benefit the Guild.
9 yrs ago
In some ways, the guildfall was a blessing. It makes it harder for my original 2009 RPing to be found...
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9 yrs ago
I've finally returned to the Guild. Many months of much RPing ahead.
10 yrs ago
A thousand things to be done; plenty motivation.
Bio
Aeronautical Engineer
Irish
TV and Film addict
Been here on the guild since April '08, seen a lot of change but still love it. I've been on and off, I've GM'd fantastic projects and train-wrecks, it all comes with the territory. I once tried to make a YouTube ad for the guild because I'm slightly insane. In a weird place with the Guild right now, seems like so many names I knew are gone, but more than happy and ready to meet new people. Been writing casually for over a decade, a lot of that practice has been here. I have some small short sci-fi stories printed in anthologies but those are so heavily edited they don't even feel like mine any more.
When not on the Guild I'm most likely working, playing FFXIV or the Souls series or (insert recent must play video game).
Anyone with a passing interest in sci fi needs to read Saga by Brian K Vaughan.
Irish
TV and Film addict
Been here on the guild since April '08, seen a lot of change but still love it. I've been on and off, I've GM'd fantastic projects and train-wrecks, it all comes with the territory. I once tried to make a YouTube ad for the guild because I'm slightly insane. In a weird place with the Guild right now, seems like so many names I knew are gone, but more than happy and ready to meet new people. Been writing casually for over a decade, a lot of that practice has been here. I have some small short sci-fi stories printed in anthologies but those are so heavily edited they don't even feel like mine any more.
When not on the Guild I'm most likely working, playing FFXIV or the Souls series or (insert recent must play video game).
Anyone with a passing interest in sci fi needs to read Saga by Brian K Vaughan.
Most Recent Posts
Cool cool, I'll get one up soon. Didn't realise it was up, couldn't reach the guild. Now I just have to absorb the new swankiness and get writing.
I am still here and ready to go :)
I think everyone has just been slowed a little with the repairs going on on the guild.
Jeddaven said
All the apps I've seen so far are a-ok, unless anyone else sees something I don't.
Dead people.
Vakte said
Is this still open to applications?I have only just come back from a long departure from the Guild due to family troubles, and my time being required for my son. However my son is fine now (or ish anyway) and I have time to myself for the first time in many months. Unless Mother Nature decides I have to maintain my Watch on the Family I am curious about this.I have a couple of ideas but I'm wary to put them to paper/screen if it's closed lol.
It's still open, unless I'm mistaken.
Welcome.
Awesome. I worked up a few hundred words i was gonna edit in, but instead I'll just include them in the post repsonding to yours. I look forward to it.
I'd say a few weeks or months? That way it can be a hot topic for the council discussion too.
What's your thoughts?
What's your thoughts?
I'm open to the idea.
I'm going to add more to post and just edit it in. It'l just be the diplomats exiting the ship and arriving at their quarters, heading to the meeting. It won't be too exhaustive.
Terminal said
This is confusing since one presumed the GICT had already made contact with the Technocracy prior to te start of the RP.Also, we starting with the Council? The two first posts cover the Council meeting specifically and extensively? >.>
They do have prior contact of course but were seeking further talks. I must have misread the posts, I'll admit I read them christmas night after a few drinks. I'll reread them now and adjust accordingly. Apologies for the miscommunication on my part.
A brilliant flash of light pierced the otherwise empty and dark void of space that surrounded Council space. This particular area of space was one of incredibly low traffic, making it ideal for the establishment of a neutral political hub. Then again, when one took the average dimensions of a spacefaring vessel, extrapolated how much total space it would occupy in moving from point A to point D, and compared this to the total amount of space within areas A, B, C and D, which it was moving through, then one would realise the actually odds of running into any other ship on its travels were astronomically miniscule; making most everywhere an area of low traffic.
These were the thoughts running through the mainframe of the Artificial Reasoning Platform which was responsible for of shattering the monotony of deep space. This ARP was a large, kilometre long spacefaring unit, fully equipped with Graviton Drive, central mounted railgun and flanking G-batteries. By all accounts this ARP was a spaceship by designation, a ZK-017 by classification and ‘Zeek’ to his friends.
Zeek continued contemplating the probability of actually encountering anything else whilst on his travels and was lost deep in one particular rumination when Cayl arose from his unnecessary and long slumber. Cayl, another ARPs but this time of CL-657 classification, reactivated his platform.
“Why do you insist on doing that? It’s just silly,” queried Zeek for what must have been the thousandth time.
“Well why do you insist on being a spaceship?” Retorted Cayl from deep inside Zeek.
Cayl was a mere one hundred and eighty centimetres in comparison to Zeek’s massive size. This was due to Cayl’s main function being diplomacy; most other sentient species fitted a nice average size of just under two metres. In this particular situation however, thee Oliocht had seen fit to send Zeek also.
Now Cayl had thrown out the ‘spaceship’ comment as he knew it would really get Zeek peeved, and for two reasons; it was nonsensical in its answering of the initial question, and Zeek hated being called a spaceship.
“I am not some tin can made by Humans or the Horde or any such ilk. I am a purpose designed, spacefaring, combat-ready and hyper intelligent living e….fuck you Cayl. Every time. My processor just eschews logic when you rattle it with your comments.”
Cayl left out a hearty chuckle, amused as ever by his companion’s angst.
“Lighten up fatty, try a nap sometime.”
Cayl had recently picked up a new hobby; trying out organic bodily functions. Digestion hadn’t worked out too well for anybody involved, exercising had proved meaningless but this new fad of his, temporary suspension of outer cognitive function, or ‘sleeping’ was work exceptionally well. Some would say it was doing everyone else a world of good as well as Cayl.
“We’re entering designated Council space in T-30 seconds you little idiot,” informed Zeek, in a unimpressed tone.
“I think maybe you should call me captain, I mean logically it’s corre…”
Cayl stumbled and stuttered as he felt a rumble from behind him, as Zeek threatened to charge his railgun, the main rail of which Cayl used to navigate the ship from front to back in a timely manner.
“Ok, Ok. Sorry, yikes,” replied Cayl.
It was game face time; “Begin broadcasting,” asked Cayl.
His voice had suddenly taken on a far more formal and correct manner. It was stern yet welcoming, authorative but in a righteous way. His vocal patterns were an amalgamation and cross section of those of every organic diplomatic the Technocracy had record of.
“This is the Artificial Reasoning Platform designation CL-657 speaking. I and my companions, ZK-017 come bearing intentions of peace and goodwill. We represent the Federated States Of the Technocracy. That is to say, the Genoyik Artificial Reasoning Defence System, the Corvexian Trade Alliance and affiliated protectorates, the Vlayisk Timocracy and all holdings thereafter, the Sextanis Systems Syndicate and any registered associates and of course the Oliocht itself, the Yia, the Benevolence of Inchinn.
We have come bearing the respect of the Technocracy and wish to open discussions with the Commonwealth.”
Cayl's words were broadcast out to the other dignitaries and to the station itself, announcing their arrival.
Through unbroadcasted communication Cayl remained talking to Zeek while he vocalised to the approaching ships. A ‘phew’ was passed when he finished the introduction.
“Why do we have always have to announce ourselves as such? I mean it's not like they've forgotten who we are?”
Zeek produced a loud clanging and rattling as he shifted his weight, his equivalent of a symbolic shrug; which his also used as a rudimentary method of alerting the now awake diplomats on board, that they would be arriving shortly.
These were the thoughts running through the mainframe of the Artificial Reasoning Platform which was responsible for of shattering the monotony of deep space. This ARP was a large, kilometre long spacefaring unit, fully equipped with Graviton Drive, central mounted railgun and flanking G-batteries. By all accounts this ARP was a spaceship by designation, a ZK-017 by classification and ‘Zeek’ to his friends.
Zeek continued contemplating the probability of actually encountering anything else whilst on his travels and was lost deep in one particular rumination when Cayl arose from his unnecessary and long slumber. Cayl, another ARPs but this time of CL-657 classification, reactivated his platform.
“Why do you insist on doing that? It’s just silly,” queried Zeek for what must have been the thousandth time.
“Well why do you insist on being a spaceship?” Retorted Cayl from deep inside Zeek.
Cayl was a mere one hundred and eighty centimetres in comparison to Zeek’s massive size. This was due to Cayl’s main function being diplomacy; most other sentient species fitted a nice average size of just under two metres. In this particular situation however, thee Oliocht had seen fit to send Zeek also.
Now Cayl had thrown out the ‘spaceship’ comment as he knew it would really get Zeek peeved, and for two reasons; it was nonsensical in its answering of the initial question, and Zeek hated being called a spaceship.
“I am not some tin can made by Humans or the Horde or any such ilk. I am a purpose designed, spacefaring, combat-ready and hyper intelligent living e….fuck you Cayl. Every time. My processor just eschews logic when you rattle it with your comments.”
Cayl left out a hearty chuckle, amused as ever by his companion’s angst.
“Lighten up fatty, try a nap sometime.”
Cayl had recently picked up a new hobby; trying out organic bodily functions. Digestion hadn’t worked out too well for anybody involved, exercising had proved meaningless but this new fad of his, temporary suspension of outer cognitive function, or ‘sleeping’ was work exceptionally well. Some would say it was doing everyone else a world of good as well as Cayl.
“We’re entering designated Council space in T-30 seconds you little idiot,” informed Zeek, in a unimpressed tone.
“I think maybe you should call me captain, I mean logically it’s corre…”
Cayl stumbled and stuttered as he felt a rumble from behind him, as Zeek threatened to charge his railgun, the main rail of which Cayl used to navigate the ship from front to back in a timely manner.
“Ok, Ok. Sorry, yikes,” replied Cayl.
It was game face time; “Begin broadcasting,” asked Cayl.
His voice had suddenly taken on a far more formal and correct manner. It was stern yet welcoming, authorative but in a righteous way. His vocal patterns were an amalgamation and cross section of those of every organic diplomatic the Technocracy had record of.
“This is the Artificial Reasoning Platform designation CL-657 speaking. I and my companions, ZK-017 come bearing intentions of peace and goodwill. We represent the Federated States Of the Technocracy. That is to say, the Genoyik Artificial Reasoning Defence System, the Corvexian Trade Alliance and affiliated protectorates, the Vlayisk Timocracy and all holdings thereafter, the Sextanis Systems Syndicate and any registered associates and of course the Oliocht itself, the Yia, the Benevolence of Inchinn.
We have come bearing the respect of the Technocracy and wish to open discussions with the Commonwealth.”
Cayl's words were broadcast out to the other dignitaries and to the station itself, announcing their arrival.
Through unbroadcasted communication Cayl remained talking to Zeek while he vocalised to the approaching ships. A ‘phew’ was passed when he finished the introduction.
“Why do we have always have to announce ourselves as such? I mean it's not like they've forgotten who we are?”
Zeek produced a loud clanging and rattling as he shifted his weight, his equivalent of a symbolic shrug; which his also used as a rudimentary method of alerting the now awake diplomats on board, that they would be arriving shortly.
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