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1 yr ago
I have an RP idea in mind where you play either a militarized task force designed to eliminate paranormal activity, or something akin to the Umbrella Secret Service.
1 yr ago
I am trying to worldbuild god civs akin to the Time Lords or Xeelee, but so far I've yet to get anything concrete down. It is a tad frustrating, but I'll come up with something eventually. I hope.
1 yr ago
@Obscene: And that is true. I might try that with a character I'm making for a fic actually. Though they'll be no-nonsense in a largely jovial kind of way.
1 yr ago
Yeah. Static was just what popped into my head as the closest descriptor since those are less focused on the character's arc or internal struggle. Not the best wording to use admittedly.
1 yr ago
I just want more protagonists with that same resolve, or barring that ones who aren't confused young adults looking to find their place in life analogues.
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Isaac Holcomb




Snow, that's all that lay before him. Hills upon hills of it, an endless sea of icy white whose maddening uniformity was broken only by the natural differences in elevation, terrain, and the occasional fliting of small black specks in his peripheral vision. The drones he'd sent out earlier were still hard at work surveying the area it seemed, and he spared one of them a passing glance in order to check the readout it displayed in his field-of-vision. Since all of its systems were still nominal, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Grabbing one end of the feedstock cube Hermes had provided, an altogether featureless thing that reminded him of the tasteless nutrient cubes many people had taken to consuming back on Earth, he hoisted it overhead and began the trek back to his subterranean lair. As he went, however, Isaac began to contemplate a rather serious matter. That being where he should send his army now that he was awake. Olympus was still as tempting a target as ever naturally, especially since all his crewmates and their replacements would be gathered there, but it would also be the move most of them suspected given his previous campaigns. No, Holcomb wanted to do something unexpected. Something that would throw them into disarray, catch them by complete surprise.

He couldn't assault the I.R.I.S. itself of course, as Hermes kept the damn thing on the move, but that didn't necessarily leave him lacking for targets. If anything it presented him with several options he wouldn't have considered before. Options that had suddenly become extremely viable thanks to Zeus' summons. And the most attractive of these locations just so happened to be the supervault Konrad ran, as it was filled to the brim not only with facilities he could make use of but obscene quantities of biomass that could be utilized as feedstock. Sure, the defenses the vault currently had in place would doubtless be an issue, but then again so were the defenses in place around Olympus - and those hadn't managed to deter him from his past attempts either. Yes, out of every target he could hit, the so-called "Underworld" would be the most profitable to his future endeavors. His mind set, Isaac got to work as soon as he returned to his hideout. First processing the cube of feedstock he'd been given before activating his army, some half-a-million members strong not counting recon drones, and commanding them to make their way south. The drones would go first to scout for any traps or emplacements, in addition to clearing the various tunnels that led down to the supervault itself, and they would be followed shortly after by the actual army.

An army which was currently pouring over the frozen hills, tearing through icy valleys, and across craggy mountains on all fours like some manner of hellish animals. Moving with such speed and ferocity that they appeared as little more than a featureless blur to the mortal eye. It would take them days to reach the domain of Hades yet--even with their maximum speed of around eighty miles per hour--though Holcomb reasoned this to be a sensible delay given the timing of things. Fletcher's death and appointment of his new heir would undoubtedly be a very time consuming ordeal, what with the amount of inane politicking and maneuvering his former crewmates liked to do, so it stood to reason that his forces would be able to slip in while Konrad was away and take at least a bit of territory. Or, barring that, smuggle some feedstock and weapons back north.

Making his way to the tunnel's entrance, Holcomb watched as his warforms began the long march south.
@Zyx

I look forward to seeing it! I'll just caution you to be careful about the passage of time. This meeting of the gods takes place the day after Zeus' death, and who knows how slowly time will pass IC while the murder mystery unfolds afterward.

So if Isaac makes moves on that same day that he woke up and heard the note, perhaps the rest of our characters will be in a position to immediately comment or react, but otherwise it could be a while.


>It's likely the same day, but given what he's going for it's probably going to force a reaction from one god eventually.

>After all, Zeus forgot that their sanitation center has been left without it's leader. And sure, it can definitely hold the line, but for how long is the question... Just imagine all that feedstock waiting to be claimed...

>EDIT: Isaac's army isn't going to get there instantly of course. It'll take some time, but I'm assuming by the time he does arrive Hades will still be busy at Olympus.
>Isaac's next post will feature a very underhanded yet tactically sound move to claim some territory.
Ethodi

@Zyx

With her table lifted up behind her, the naga had made her way to the section where the wraiths seemed hesitant to follow. One or two of them were swatted away with her tail and that seemed sufficient to keep them from trying anything different. Having repositioned her table near the tall figures she relaxed once again and once again began to reinscribe her circular tablets, though she couldn't help but watch the game the figure was playing against itself.


Lyren lifted their stony gaze, literally in this instance, to regard the naga.

"I see your gaze Ethodi. Tell me, dreamer, what it is about my game that intrigues you so."

Their lips didn't move, though their voice was perfectly articulated all the same.
Isaac & Hermes


~Collaboration Between~
@Zyx & @Terminal


Waking up had never been a very pleasant affair, even back in his old body. It ended up being a whole endeavor more often than not, and the same held true even now that his flesh had been replaced by smart-matter, and brain by a comparably advanced computer. The only difference now was that there were no cranial nerves left to induce pain when the blindingly bright fluorescents he’d installed several centuries ago stabbed at his eyes. Rising from the slab upon which his newest vessel had been placed, Isaac did a quick diagnostics check before shuffling off, his feet meeting cold stone with a thud. A quick glance about the chamber told him everything was still exactly as he’d left it, meaning his former crewmates hadn’t managed to find and sack the place in his absence yet.

'Thank god they lack the sense and equipment to perform deep topological scans.'

He made his way over to the drexler he’d been assigned then, running his hand across the surface to boot the machine up. One routine systems check later and the device was ready to assemble more units, which Holcomb knew he’d need in the coming months as his existing forces were slowly whittled down by Olympus’ defense grid, to say nothing of the weapons wielded by his colleagues. Bringing up a display in his field of vision, he ordered the printing of additional reconnaissance drones, grabbing the first one to slide out the other end of the assembler and activating it. Another mental command was given and the drone sent off, soon to be joined by more of its brethren, their task being to survey the surrounding region for any lingering surprises or threats, before eventually pushing south to monitor the gods themselves.

As his initial diagnostics check ended and his deeper, full-system check began, Isaac could not shake off the sudden feeling that something was wrong. Off, somehow… physically. Nothing seemed immediately remiss, but there was no such thing as being too careful, so he pulled up a view of his current body’s specifications, all memorized. As he went down the list, tallying each notation off, his eyes suddenly fell on weight. The figure was off. His body was exactly half a gram heavier than it should have been. Now, he wasn’t a man skilled in any manner of molecular science, but he was good at keeping track of things - and the weight shouldn’t have been off by so much as a nanogram considering the consistent readings all of his previous vessels had given him.

'Something’s not right… the warforms are designed to fit an exact weight and density specification…'

He glanced down at the rest of his body and flexed his fingers a bit.

“Someone’s been messing with my shit. I swear to Christ, if one of those bastards managed to compromise this place…”

He then checked the logs for his specifications to figure out when they had managed to infiltrate his den - only to find an even more unexpected reading.

His weight had ticked up two seconds into his boot sequence, less than a minute ago.

'Alright, let’s think about this for a moment. Out of every twat living on that mountain, which one would be most capable of either sneaking past my defenses or teleporting something to me?'

He shook his head with a binaric growl.

'Hermes… it has to be him.'

Seeing that nothing was currently trying to breach the encryption on his vessel in any way, or otherwise compromise it, Isaac was able to rule out malicious intent fairly quickly. Which left him with only two real options. Either this was another one of his shitty pranks–or more likely–he’d transported something onto or inside his vessel. Granted, that didn’t completely rule out the possibility that it might be a prank. Hell, the last time something like this had happened the god’s mailman had sent one of those canned snakes to him, a product Holcomb could’ve sworn had gone out of fashion back home several decades ago.

'At least he hasn’t graduated to sending actual explosives. Yet.'

Rolling his shoulders slightly, Isaac bade his vessel morph until he caught sight of the item that was adding the extra weight. What seemed to be a letter of some kind, written on actual parchment at that, taped directly to his back.

“Huh. Didn’t Fletcher always use these things for formal occasions? What are you up to Hermes…”

Opening the letter, Isaac began to read. And, though his face could no longer show any manner of physical emotion, had any other sapient been standing in that chamber with him at that exact moment, they would have seen a machine’s best approximation of shock.

BY DECREE OF THE LORD OF OLYMPUS

The Highest, King of the Gods, Father of All:
ZEUS

Let it be known that Zeus is dead. His rightful Heir – forever may he rule – has succeeded him to the divine name and mantle of Zeus.

Apate, Goddess of Deceit, is formally invited to a gathering of the High Pantheon at Zeus’ palace in Mount Olympus, on the noon of the day following receipt of this note. Zeus will accept oaths of fealty, and make the first announcements of his reign.

Signed, Zelos
Majordomo of the Highest Palace, Servant of Zeus Almighty


The mechanically precise cursive of the letter had clearly been printed - but appended to its end was a shaky, handwritten line in faded silver ink.

P.S. The entire high pantheon and their immediate scions are going to be present.

You will find a two-meter cubed volume of prefab stock for your Drexler approximately two kilometers North by Northwest from your current position. Do with it what you will.


“Well I’ll be damned. Fletcher fucked off the mortal coil but had the foresight to name a successor before he did?”

He brought a hand up to his forehead.

“Sometimes I’m glad he was so concerned with laying pipe and being a narcissist all these years. God forbid he actually uses his intelligence for anything truly ambitious. Hmm. And who’s this Apate it mentions? Another so-called god added to the pile?”

Had he lungs, he would sigh.

“They just keep fucking multiplying. That or Skor retired and someone else took her place. Still, this situation isn’t entirely unsalvageable. I can’t help but wonder just how long I can keep trusting Hermes, though. In any system it’s always the self-serving elements that are the most dangerous.”

Folding the letter, he set it down in a small compartment he’d managed to install on the drexler for storage purposes, and turned his gaze toward the twisting expanse of tunnel that served as his entry point to and from the surface.

“Still, a tool is a tool. So long as he keeps proving himself a benefit to me, I’ll hold off on his execution.”
Lyren continued to drink, and a brief glance in the wraith's direction proved to be all that was required to keep them at bay. Almost as if they could recognize the Living God for what they were by instinct alone. With that problem taken care of, they set their mug down and summoned a board onto the table, before launching into what could be best described as a very incomprehensible and intricate version of chess. Seemingly against some unseen force, or perhaps themselves.
>My main question is whether or not the ship will use something like an Alcubierre Drive, or just straight up FTL, as the ship will probably die somewhere out in the intergalactic void otherwise even with continued upkeep. Otherwise, I'm interested in joining.
>If you're wondering why I haven't replied yet, it's mainly because I'm not sure whether I should do so before the map you mentioned is done or not. Especially if you had more planned post wise afterwards.
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