Dog

Shipslaughter, the Goblin Fort - A Dwarf Fortress-inspired Settlement RP

Well, I do have time now. My classes don't start until Fall 2022. I'll be down for this again.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

Ariel, Ariel, Ariel - what will you do with your life?

Well..I am doing something with my life. The future is just scary is all - who knows what danger lays ahead? Maybe I’m just overthinking things as I normally do….

….I wonder what I’ll make for James and Mary for dinner tonight. I guess I can do something with the left-over chicken and potatoes from four days ago. Hm..ah! I almost forgot - I have to go to Mary’s principal meeting this Friday. She punched one of the school’s bullies right in the groin, ow. One hell of a rascal she is, but that is what I love her for - a pure heart of gold she got.

Ariel greatly ponders to herself, delving into the mundane doings and goings of her life and kids. The road is quite light today, making her travel to Lincoln Elementary very fast. After going through multiple street lights and signs, Ariel pulls up with her extremely old car in front of the elementary. Ariel turns her attention to finding her kids, albeit such a task is quite simple as Ariel is often the last person to pick up her kids due to the distance between the apartment and school. Given this, Ms. Parker (the elementary teacher for both Ariel’s kids) is the one that normally stays back to watch over Mary and James.

Ariel steps out of her car and greets Parker with a wave before crouching down to talk to her kids.

“Hey! How’s school today?” Ariel asks.

“It was great! We had a science experiment and there was a big explosion and then there was foam everywhere!” James tells, jumpy from recollecting on the memory. Mary is also the same, jittery.

“That’s wonderful!” Ariel says happily as she rubs the hair of James.

“Why don’t you two head back to the car. I have to talk with Ms. Parker for a few seconds,” Ariel politely asks. James and Mary nods and then quickly make their way to the car.

“They look up to you a lot, you know - you being a hero and all,” Parker notes, shifting weight from her left to the right leg.

“Ye, I know. They always tell me that they’ll be heroes one day - fighting against the big badmen and saving the world,” Ariel chuckles at the comment, enjoying the imagination and ambition of her kids.

“Mary told me that she was motivated to punch Billy due to the recent video of you absolutely decking that kidnapper a few weeks ago,” Parker says as she digs into her purse, handing over a tin-can of lubricant.

“And before I forget, thanks for taking care of the dog while I was away. Don’t forget to lube those joints.”

Ariel finds it odd that Parker just has a whole can of sealed lubricant in her purse - even if it was just a simple gift of gratitude. Ariel looks at the can and then herself, reminded of her metallic body. Whilst Ariel has grown used to living in her current state, it is still a surreal experience to think of the past to the current - from flesh to metal. Ariel ponders for a few seconds and then refocuses to Paker.

“Nice, you even got my favorite brand. I should be going now. I’ll see you at that principal meeting,” Ariel teases, making her way back to the car.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

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Ariel

"Don't forget to wear your jacket!

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[ NAME ]

Ariel

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Model-Two

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

N/A

[ AGE ]

25

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

HERO (Full-Time)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Ariel, also known as Model-Two to the media or likewise, is a dashing figure, so to speak. Right off the bat, Model-Two is not all that human from the outside. Anyone can easily mistake her for a robot or android of sorts. Of course, Model-Two is actually a cyborg (with a very high ratio of metal to flesh). The orange mesh is the most identifiable piece of the body, sticking out like a sore thumb - and no - it does not glow in the dark. Aside from that, others would also note the various black-metal supports on the legs and arms and elsewhere on the body. Last is the head, where the helmet-face display is at, along with the big ol’ antennas. Overall, the body is of very sleek-manufacturing with plenty of style added to it for visuals.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Ariel’s behavior is very mother-like - ensuring that anyone around is comfortable and sound. If there are any accommodations that a person needs then Model-Two would not mind going the extra step to provide. Likewise, Ariel is greatly disturbed by the suffering of known friends and significant others, especially her children. Model-Two will not hesitate in trying to comfort those in need. Given these traits, it is no wonder why Ariel is quite known for her kindness and care. On top of that, Ariel is also protective of others - more so when they are in danger of any kind. Another trait similar is her selflessness, willing lookout for the needs of others. In the end, Ariel wants to see the best out of people - to see people grow and be the best versions of themselves. She wants people to be happy.

[ BIO ]

Ariel’s public record is very limited with much of her background kept to herself. Things get more complex as Ariel is not the original name, and that Ariel was not born as a cyborg - surprising, I know. Formerly known as Alex Johnson, the boy had unique properties of being able to numb the whole body with a single touch - a gift from his parent’s HERO gene. Like his parents, Alex wanted to be a surgeon. Luckily for the boy, everything was taken care of. After all, the boy’s parents were extremely rich for their occupation of being surgeons. Life was good and nothing of major note would happen for quite some time. Of course, a lot of things did happen but it was of the mundane - school, romantic relationships, tests, studying, having friends, break-ups, drama, and likewise. So..what did happened? How did Alex turn from flesh to metal? That’s a good question and the answer to that was an explosion - a freak accident. A safety violation turned volatile - shredding Alex’s body and removing his legs for good. The only saving grace was the premium healthcare that offered rapid transport to a hospital in case of an accident - paid by his parents. Once stabilized, the bad news was given - Alex did not have much time to live due to the damages sustained.

Unable to accept that fate, Alex’s parents called upon old shady connections to get Alex a second chance at life. And from there, Alex was indeed given a second chance. Albeit, a debt was placed upon the parents. All vital organs (and anything else not wholly damaged like his arms), including the brain, of the 19-year-old, were transplanted into a basic model. The operation was a success. For the next year, Alex went back to medical school. Sadly, life would not be so simple again. At the turn of Alex's 20th birthday and the birth of two kids by his parents, mother and father were killed out of the blue while Alex was away. Devastated, Alex had no idea what to do. Only the cries of the siblings brought Alex to sense, forcing the young adult to take care of them.

Alex needed money fast - to pay off his debts and to support the kids. Medical school would take another few years to finish, and thus Alex opted to find a job to get cash quickly. Alex found a job at HERO as a general nurse assistant. It was at that job that Alex started to call himself Ariel and change the pronouns from “he” to “her” - also modifying the voice modulator to female (later on, the legal name change would happen). Even with the life insurance, the money dried up. Worse, police didn’t find much headway into the murder case. By the end of it, things were looking quite bad.

Ariel retained the job but had to move to an apartment. The new routine was extremely busy - wake up, create breakfast for herself and kids, drop off the kids to school, go to work at the local HERO clinic, pick up the kids from school, go-to late-night classes, and a whole host of other items. Rinse and repeat for a few years. Plus, she also has all the expenditures to deal with.

Looking for better opportunities, Ariel applied for a full-time job as a hero at HERO. At first, HERO was very skeptical. But Ariel did provide enough medical evidence and used her time spent as a nurse for HERO as good leverage to prove that she is still human, instead of some robot. Of course, Ariel could not use her aging model and needed a wholly new body. But money was tight and thus Ariel had to sell off the last reminding heirlooms to afford a brand new model - the Horizon Model-2. With everything set, Ariel journeys to her first year of being a full-time HERO.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

N/A

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

D-

[ POWERS ]

Ariel only has one innate power and that is her ability to numb anyone’s whole body with a single touch as she wills it. For the severity of the numbness, it is total. Once numbed, you cannot feel a single thing - no panic, no nothing. And in truth, that is her literal only power.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Ariel only has above-average strength.

[ AGILITY ]
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Ariel’s frame allows for a decent range of motion and flexibility - equivalent to a middling light-weight boxer.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Ariel’s medical knowledge is vast, given her background in medical schooling and experience on the field as a battlefield medic. Ariel is very capable of doing on-field surgery - righto on the spot of the injured.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Ariel has no ability to cause large-scale destruction on her own - forced to use blades and guns for attacking.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Bullets and blades are the only real option for Ariel with no form of high-lethal powers given to her.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Ariel’s body is surprisingly durable with the various support and reinforcement on the body. Of course, sustained combat will nevertheless cause damage and thus slowly wear down Ariel’s body.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Ariel has full control over who she wants to numb or not.

[ SKILLS ]

Covered in Powers

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Nothing out of the ordinary for her job

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

Co-Write between Dog and Simga

Real Metal Industries (RMI), another juggernaut within the Ustonian Megacorp sphere, has sent over a representative to one of many buildings within Argus City for discussion of defense contracting. Interestingly enough, the RMI main HQ in Columbia is in Argus City - taking the agent a mere few minutes to travel from his office to the meeting place. Once arrived, the agent takes in the sleek-looking room and takes a sit down on the many tables surrounding an oval table. He waits for a few more guests to show up.

The Chancellor, unfortunately, could not attend this particular meeting, busy with other matters concerning a special project, in his stead was Vice-Chancellor Tigh, alongside him were a few military and government officials. Tigh and his cohorts push through the doors as they took their seats. “Thank you for taking the time for this meeting, I’m sure you’re quite busy at the moment, but we hopefully won’t take much of your time.”

“Well then - let’s get right to business. Our corporation heard that you needed a stable supply of industrial components for the military - along with a selection of light-armored vehicles for local provisional defense forces. Real Metal Industries would be very happy to provide you with such goods for sale,” the agent says with a smile.

“You’ve heard right.” Vice-Chancellor Tigh said. “The past few years have seen some…radical developments in the defense department, certain projects draining more resources than that can be spared to other parts of the military. As you’ve said, provisional defense forces have fallen behind and require a little boost so to speak.”

The agent hands over a yellow folder with the details of the contract inside - divulging every single piece of detail from costs, legal agreements, amount of parts, etc, etc. “Given that you have read the details before - this should be quite painless to sign. Once everything is checked and signed then we can deliver our goods by the end of this week.”
The Vice-Chancellor grabs the folder, giving one last quick look before nodding with a smile and signing the contract. “May this foster better relations between our worlds.”

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

Somewhere on Bezia..

(Note - I wrote this late at night. So, the coloring for the conversations might get mixed and the wording/flow of words might be very odd.)

Sir, we have an unidentified armed team of five located in the parking space. They don’t match any known employee or visitor identification. They appear to have a netrunner with them.

God damn it - there go my plans for a quiet night. Send in the heavy-security detail. We’ll show them not to fuck with General Business Machines.

Meanwhile at the parking space…

You know, we could have done this more..discreetly.

This is as discreetly as we can get, for a last-minute job anyhow. Besides, we’re getting overtime for this.

We are taking the stairs?

Stairs are the only way up. Elevators are dead sentences - I hope you got caught up with your cardio.

I fucking hate cardio.

The invaders open the door to the stairwell and quickly make their way upwards. Sadly, their journey is not exactly a quiet one. Before long, a four-man response team is also at the stairwell - making their way downwards to meet the invaders.

Contact!

Invader-1 is the first one to be shot, ten bullets in four seconds to the chest. Thankfully, he has the best personal protection that money can buy - preventing any form of penetration. Still, Invader-1 is down for the moment as he recoils heavily. Invader-2 follows up and quickly dispatches the first and second security guard with extreme prejudice from his light-machine gun. Invader-3 is shot in the shoulder but that does little to stop him as he unloads a burst of shots into the third guard. Invader-4 removes the last guard by pinpoint shots into the kneecaps.

Invader-1 is quickly stabilized and the mercenaries move up and then find their room.

Bing-go, server room.

The door-knob is blown out along with the various fittings and heavy-duty bracings on the door to prevent easy entry. Once in, the invaders proceed to move into a series of hallways and turns, arriving at their destination - another heavily armored door in a tigh room.

Cover me - I’ll blow this shit sky high.

A perimeter is formed, protecting invader-3 and 5 (the netrunner) from interference.

Invader-1 and 2 peek down the hallway, the only entry to their small room, with their guns ready to blast anyone in sight. Invader-4 preps a grenade-launcher in the meanwhile.

Rapid foot-steps are heard - another security team. Invader-1 sees someone or thing in sight and unloads. The shots deflect against metal as invader-1 realizes that a robotic-combat unit is fast-approaching. Invader-1 and 2 are suppressed by a rapid stream of intense fire from the metal-man. Invader-4, understanding what is to be done, corners the launcher and fires off a few HE rounds. The robotic unit is no-more, its body wholly deformed.

We’re in.

The invader-team goes into the massive-data-server-room. Invader-5 starts the process of downloading files as the rest of the team places down explosives all around the server racks. Only invader-5 is the only guard at the exit-and-enter-way.

You think Syuro will pay us enough for this?

What makes you think that they won’t? Besides, you fucking asked for a damn lastest generation idol model for payment.

Both men chuckle, placing down the bombs.

Invader-5 yells that the files have been downloaded and it is time to get the hell out of this place.

Of course, the exit is the same way and another team of guards is making way. Invader-4, knowing that the whole place is already aware of their presence, throws a sizeable grenade down range - plus another one for extra measure.

A loud “shit” is heard before two successive explosions are felt and then heard. The invader-team quickly gets themselves out of the server room and retraces their steps - while also dispatching various teams of guards sent their way.

The team makes their way to a different parking lot - hoping to meet fewer guards there. Sadly, there’s still a lot of ‘em. After dealing with them, the invaders get picked up by a helicopter.

Kingmakers: The Throne Alone (A Medieval Fantasy Succession Crisis)

Am I able to play as a literal peasant?

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

What do you do as a job?

Well..I’m a biomechanical assert retriever..

That’s quite the mouthful…So…what do you do as a retriever?

I’m uhm..take back biomechanical implants and organs - people that can’t pay back on their credit.

Won’t that kill them? You know, taking what they need to live.

It does, but it pays decent money. I’m playing for my daughter’s college.

That’s nice. You hungry?

Ye - anything in mind?

We can always get some eggs and spam at Corsair’s place.

Sounds good.

After some time of driving, both men walk outside of their car in the middle of the night. They are in a tight dingy alley walk, filled with food vendors on the side walls. They walk themselves through the crowd and sit at Corsair - the name of the food place. Masses of LED lights project brightness throughout the night and color the faces of both men in an array of hues.

What would you guys like?

Just two bowls of eggs and spam with rice.

That’ll be two dollars.

I got it.

Thanks.

You work a lot?

A bit - I’m on call duty. Company normally just messages me whenever a person needs their biomechanical organs removed. Heaven, if you ask me. I don’t have to work my ass all day to pay for my rent. But it is a dangerous job. What about you?

I work for General Business Machines as a clerk - wake in early morning and then work my ass until mid-night. I go home, eat, drink, and then go to sleep - rinse and repeat. I don’t like it, but it pays my bills.

A phone rings.

You gonna go?

Ye - someone forgot their final payment. Save my food, will ya?

I’ll drop it off at your place.

Thanks.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

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Pig

"Can I have a Number Two and a large soda?"

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[ NAME ]

Pig

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Pig

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

N/A

[ AGE ]

114

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

Part-Time HERO | Owner of a Soup Kitchen and a Homeless Shelter | CEO (and sole worker) of the Hog’s Food-Garbage Disposal Company

[ APPEARANCE ]

Pig is extremely disfigured, both on the face and body. This is mainly due to his twenty-six years of service in the Angolan Civil War. Remnants of bullets, shrapnel, burn, and plenty of other wounds dot his body. For all intent and purposes, without offense to him, Pig is very-very repugnant as his body is more referred to as a monster than human. Likewise, he does not hide behind a fancy suit or attire. He only dons a butcher apron while on his HERO duties. Aside from his body, Pig has a pig head for his uhm..head - a literal pig head. Like his body, it is also quite disfigured beyond recognition.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

Pig is a very troubled individual. He eats, not only to sustain his powers, but also as a mechanism to cope with his PTSD and other mental faculties. He enjoys junk food and rotten foods most often as his choice. The man is also lonely, living all by himself without no one else. He simply just feels empty so-to-speak. Elsewise, Pig happens to be very caring to others, more so than to himself. He does this out of his political ideology as a die-hard communist. He sees humans, anyone or thing, to be deserving of respect and basic decency. The world is an extremely cruel place and Pig seeks to make it somewhat less cruel - even if he cares little for himself personally. The man is also very violent when it comes to dealing with problematic people. The most direct method is that of murder - a simple and quick way to deal with people that Pig sees as “issues.” Pig is quite the person - having an eating disorder, PTSD, caring, a communist, and also very violent. As for his ideals, that is another topic for another day. He also has the habit of eating criminals.

[ BIO ]

”The man is extremely reluctant to give us any information on his past life. From our own independent research and what few pieces of backstory we have - we were able to construct a short summary on the individual known as Pig. And no, there is no other name for him - that is in fact his only name that we could have found referring to the individual interviewed. Now, we shall speak upon his origins. The individual was born in Angola during its time of being a Portuguese colony, nineteen-fifty-one. For one reason or another, we cannot find a definite reason why, the man was born with a pig’s head. He lived his early childhood in a small town in northern Angola, working as a farmhand. He never received any form of education either. Aside from those details, we cannot find anything else during his childhood to early teens. The only part of his life that we have a better focus on is at the start of the Angolan Civil War - where we found plenty of evidence from his involvement in the People's Movement for the Liberation of Angola.

Aged twenty-five, Pig was a part of the fifteenth infantry division, second company. From what we know of diaries and collected military documents, we found out that Pig was quite happy to be in his unit. His fellow soldiers found Pig to be a very useful soldier due to his abilities. On multiple occasions, many soldiers praised Pig for his sheer grit and determination - having saved soldiers from the grips of artillery barrages and intense combat. For his combat record, it is quite long. Pig is involved in multiple operations and campaigns all over Angola that range from conventional campaigns to anti-guerilla operations. During the nineteen-seventies, Pig was reportedly seen in the Shaba invasions and then Daniel Chipenda's Eastern Revolt on the side of the central MPLA government. During the nineteen-eighties, Pig was confirmed to be in operation against South African forces in the Cunene Province and then in Cunene and Cuando-Cubango as the South African military did a full-scale invasion. His combat record did not stop until two-thousand two - where he left the military and became a farmhand for the next ten years.

Seeking better opportunities, he went to the U.S in two-thousand twelve. Sadly, he did not fare so well either. We have reported that he often went homeless and stayed at shelters. We have also rejected Pig as well from joining HERO many times during the early two-thousands. Of course, that was the old administration. The only break that Pig got was forming his own food-garbage disposal company as the sole CEO and worker. For the next fifty-one years, he quite literally supported himself on that business. He also opened a soup kitchen and permanent homeless shelter. And here we are today. He still owns his business, the soup kitchen, and homeless shelter - but he also has been accepted as a part-time worker for HERO as I have accepted his application.”

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N/A

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

D-

[ POWERS ]

Pig has one ability and that is to sustain ungodly amounts of damage. There is a reason why Pig is still alive and old. For one reason or another, Pig’s body is highly resistant to the issues of aging. That does not mean that he looks young or fresh. His body is not immune to the appearance of old age. Given his age, Pig does look the part of an extremely aged person - rough skin texture, a lot of wrinkles, uneven skin tone, and a whole host of other items associated with aging. Coupled with his disfigured and overweight nature, Pig is not a good-looker. He is hideous.

Back to the topic, Pig has the ability to take a beating and continue as if nothing has happened to him. He survived bullets, close-ranged artillery shells, burned alive, and whatever else you can throw at him. A sustained flow of heavy firepower will be needed to place the Pig down.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Pig only has above average strength.

[ AGILITY ]
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Pig is not the one to really be all that agile. Do not expect him to do anything better than do a basic jump.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Pig is not a smart man in terms of academia. He only knows how to read, write, and do some basic math in relation to his business. But that does not mean that Pig is stupid emotionally or in the field of common sense.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Pig has no ability to cause large-scale destruction on his own.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Aside from his ability to not die so easily, Pig has nothing else to really be that much of a danger to anyone. This is why Pig relies on guns to kill.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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As said, Pig is extremely durable. He survived bullets, close-ranged artillery shells, burned alive, and whatever else you can throw at him. A steady stream of heavy firepower is needed to place a threat to Pig.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Pig only needs to eat 2,000 lbs of any kind of food per day. Often, he needs extremely high caloric foods like junk food to sustain his ability. Aside from that, he needs nothing more than a lot of junk food or rotten pieces of food.

[ SKILLS ]

A damn good cook

[ EQUIPMENT ]

A butcher apron and a M60

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

Collab between @Dog and @SgtEasy
Base Temujin, Kami, New Gift System
3 Months Ago

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A man, outfitted with a fancy blue suit and tie, stands aside the window. He has a table with a cup of milk and cookies on it. “You want some sweets?” the man asks as he turns his attention to the outside - a massive geothermal power-station built by General Business Machines.

The trundling machinery powered the growing, expansive multinational effort led by the Khan. Base Temujin is an expansive moon base created on the volcanically active Kami, one of the moons which orbited New Gift along with her brother Numen. General Business Machines had been chosen by the Khan as the first Ustonian corporation to gain rights to work in Khanate space. This would gather many favours but would lead to much negotiation.

Thus while the Khan sorted out the other city-states scrambling to get there word in edgewise for the moon, Herald Temujin II smoothed talks over with the human in front of him. It was a weekly thing by now, to meet here and discuss the ongoings of the projects.

The ape smiled yet politely declined the repetitive request. ”Alas, as it is every week, I am still lactose intolerant, my friend. I come here for our weekly meeting as always.” Beyond the geothermal power-station, streaks could be seen rocketing into the sky. ”Though comparatively primitive to what every other nation has, the Legion fleet now has many of these “Piercer-class” rockets thanks to you and yours. Along with the carrier effort and this base seemingly named after me, I believe you wished to discuss the payments for your services?”

“Aside from the financial transactions, don’t forget our agreed-upon mining-rights. We get access to certain areas and places and we give half of our refined minerals back to you,” the man says as he picks up a cookie and eats it before taking a sip of his milk - yummy. The moon-yard was, for the most part, completed. Temujin was now a fully functioning space-yard outfitted with everything that was needed to construct ships from raw material to finished ship-parts to assembled vessels. All it needed was a constant flow of raw ores, but the moon itself mainly provided all of that and then some. Plus, Temujin hosted the main HQ of General Business Machines and its other factories that produced consumer electronic goods for markets here.

The Herald nodded, bringing up a holographic 3D model of the New Gift system. Highlighted were the two asteroid belts in the system as well as the largest gas giant Zeus. ”Of course, these are still available to you and yours, as well as the continued discounts on E.S.M.G. contracts for defensive purposes of course. Wouldn’t want your competitors to sabotage our efforts here.”

This noted the several mercenaries which could be seen among the workers on Temujin, a mix of well-adjusted New Hollywoodites chosen to defend General Business Machines in-system assets. The Mercenarios were decidedly too antsy to be put on guard duty and many of the apes within the E.S.M.G. were not allowed to set foot in Khanate space.

”But alas, we also put forward another proposal which may interest you.” The ape changed the 3D model to that of a cylindrical space-docking station, cheap and “old-fashioned” as some might say but made from rugged materials. ”A “launcher” carrier as it were, capable of syncing in orbit with planetary bodies and slingshotting its “Piercer” rocket loads at great speeds. As you well know, the rockets are modular and can change for boarding, ramming, cannoning or even commercial use. We look to also use these stations as waypoints for swaps, repairs and refuelling. We are looking to secure our space here within the Khanate and we look at you, G.B.M. to do business with. We are willing to give tugriks for a handful of these for Zeus, New Gift and the gateway.”

He leaned in, putting a furry hand under his chin. Keen primate eyes pierced at the human in front of him. ”We are also willing to provide a new labour resource for you. The Khan is in the works with it but it may be mechanical or organic. Mostly expendable, strong and plentiful. We will act as a middle man since we know how unfortunate the Sol Incident was for Ustonian corporations.”

The businessman thinks, holding up a right hand as he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone with his left hand. He speed dials a certain number as he walks over to a quieter place to conduct his conversation. A few minutes pass and the blue suited- man returns to his table. He takes another sip of milk. “My higher-ups are happy to hear about these proposals. We can build these stations without much issue and in quick fashion. And as for your other proposal, we’ll agree to that as well - cheap labor and security is always in demand.”

The man darts his eyes towards his watch and notices the time. “Well, I have another meeting to get to. We’ll talk next week - and before I forget, Petrochemical Incorporated, Union Chemical, Standard Agricultural, and Syuro Biogenetic, to name a few, are aiming to also take a piece of the pie. Don’t worry, they’re not rivals with us but they are rivals among each other. I’ll let you figure that out on your own,” the man chuckled as he finished his milk and took the plate of cookies with him.

Temujin II stayed in his seat for a little while after the man rushed past him. He gazed at the industry which would become the future of his nation. Deep within himself, he loathed to rely upon bareskins to further his country but needs must. For now, the Khanate was the little fish in a big pond, needing to prove itself to its neighbours across the galaxy.

For now. A proposal sat on his lap, one which he would leave on the Ustonian’s desk before he left. Within would be an invitation, inviting all of the mega-corporations of Uston, to meet with the Khan. There are things that need to be discussed between the more “insignificant” nations in this S.U.N. And perhaps even outside of it.

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed] [Soon to be Concluded]

Goreic Realm

Goreic Realm:

Government Form:
_{Tribal Society}

Demographics:
_{Gores (60%)
Reachmen (30%)}

Population:
_{200 Million}
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Planet Name and Description: _{Sin, a fitting name I know, is the name of the planet. Monsters of plenty roam the planet, hunting anyone or thing that they wish. Few places host suitable farmland and forests as most of the planet is a literal wasteland. So, a Death World? Why yes, a death world.}

History and Culture: <sub>Get yourself ready because this history is gonna get interesting (at least I hope). For all intent and purposes, real history starts in the aftermath of Armageddon - an event that set into motion the gears of history that we are speaking of today. So - what is this Armageddon? Glad you asked! Armageddon was more or less an apocalyptic psionic storm that swept the planet, causing damage that would set back society and technology to the equivalent of the medieval era. After the dust was settled, it took some few centuries for the population to reorganize and form themselves into states and recover lost technologies. I ask, are you a very religious man or woman? If not then you would be quickly killed for being an atheist, a method of thinking worse than being a full blown heretic or heathen. At least a heretic (or heathen) believes in faith! As you can tell, faith and religion plays (and still to this day) a major role in the new world.

Now that we understand some context, let's ask - who is who and what is what? For our purposes, we will be focusing on the story of the Gores. Who are the Gores? The Gores, a term coined by various Sol Orthodox ministers, are barbarians. They live to raid and raid to live. Their life revolves around raiding more civilized folk for their stuff and enslaving weaker men and women to make stuff. Bloodshed is their livelihood and to die is to die good and well. Tied with this is their faith, an extremely important aspect to their existence. The Faith of the Family is their title, a polytheist religion that focuses on a few gods of great importance. While I could get into the gritty details, things must be kept short and sweet (since I’m a bit too lazy to write more). If a Gore dies in combat, gloriously that is, then they will enjoy the aftermath of Valha - a land of endless bloodshed, women, food and drink, and even more bloodshed.

We start our history lesson by the start of the God War. What was this so-called god war? Well, it was a global religious conflict between the largest powers known on the planet - the Goreic tribes of the north, the Sol Empire, and the Children of the Undergod. Even on this wasteland of planet, there were still people left, and these people had no plans to see other religions exist but their own. A titanic struggle occurred between all three factions, with genocides and every other known horror of war occuring often. The Gores raided the villages and cities of the Sol Empire whilst pillaging the temples of the Undergod. You see, the north - where the Gores live - is not a place of much farmland or resources. Raiding and pillaging is as much a necessity of survival as it is a cultural event.

And so, who won the God War? Afterall, wars must be won (or least needs to end) and you would be right. Not surprisingly, the Gores were the ones that ended the war in conditions that favored them. The whole of the Sol Empire was subjected to the will of the Gores and the Children of the Undergod were wholly wiped from the face of existence. Now that the Gores won….what now? Who will be raided? Luckily for the Gores, their Techo-Shamans have discovered that their gateway was open - a sign of some kind.</sub>

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Governance and Politics: _{Those of weak-will form government whilst the strong take what they need from the civilized - a motto that runs very true to the life of Gores. Governance is made extremely simple as there is no real central government to speak of - the Gores are literally tribes people. The most complex form of governance that you might get is Grand Clans (or Tribes, depending on which naming system you like) of grouped tribes people. Aside from that, governance and politics centers around who to raid, who gets the loot, and who gets to lead. Plus, you also have tribal dynamics that are also as basic - who’s the strongest? Before I forget, there is one area that might have some form of governance that is not wholly about bloodshed and that is the Techo-Shamans. These are the wise men and religious figures of the tribe that happen to also be the only ones that can write and read and thus the only people with any form of knowledge on how to build and maintain technology and the pieces of kit for the tribe as a whole. Without them, the life of Gores would be quite more brutish and basic.}

Technology Overview: _{Gore are not exactly your type of people that will sit around and ask deep questions about nature, life, or ponder on how to create technology. You see, the Gores have one goal in mind - raiding, murder, sex, and praying to their gods by doing what I just told you. Their life is extremely short, brutish, and primitive. Take a look around your house - see all those fancy tech? Your phone, computer, microphone, etc - all of that is non-existence in Goreic society. The most advanced piece of technology that an average Gore might see is metal weapons and armor. If they’re extremely lucky then they might see a Gore, often part of Clan Irostecl, wield a gunpowder weapon. Hell, if the Gore has luck shoved in their ass then they might find an Irostecl Gore cladded in refitted power armor. Of course, these advanced pieces of tech are the exception then the norm. Your average Gore will only have the basic necessities to survive in the wastelands - a foldable tent-hide, a weapon (often just a stone-club or even a metal weapon if they are that lucky to have one), a few days worth of meat, maybe some basic clothing, and water pouch. Now that's what I call living in the wild - literally. Only the Tencho-Shamans have any clue on how technology works since they’re the only ones capable of reading and writing. These Shamans are vital to ensuring the ability of the Gores to make anything more advanced than two-pieces of scrap duct-taped together. More importantly, the Shamans keep the Gores prevalent by their knowledge on how to create barely space-worthy ships that can withstand the void of space.}

Military Overview: <sub>Given the level of technology, most Gores often only have a melee weapon of some kind as their primary means to do damage against others. This comes in the form of either a stone-club or a rusted piece of a pipe that they found while hunting for food. Hearing that, the Gores don’t sound so spooky - do they now? Well, Gores are not the people that you want near you when you or your friend pisses them off. Their ability to hack off limbs and tear apart bodies is supernatural. The strength of a Gore is something you need to be aware of - for they will crush your skull open easily with one or a few hits to the head in brutal fashion. What they lack in tech, they make up for pure strength and brutality of their mindset of warfare. Death does not scare them - it is merely a step in their journey to Valha.

Soo..what about their spaceships? For better or worse, the Gores do in fact have spaceships - albeit, they’re barely space-worthy. To make up for the fact that their ships are jerry-rigged to all hell, the Tencho-Shamans have created a design that is “Gore-proof” so to speak. Armor, speed, and enmassed primitive guns is the answer. A typical Gore-ship has one purpose in mind - get in close and ram into their enemy. To do this, the Gore ship mounts ungodly amounts of armor onto their ships everywhere to ensure that they can withstand damage as their massive-engines push them forward. The Gores do not have much fne-control over how their ship might maneuver but that matters not as long as the ship can go forward. If a cruiser has cruiser armor then a Gore-cruiser has battleship armor. If a battleship has battleship armor then a Gore-battleship has uhm...a fuckton of armor. You get the point. The next important part is their engines. THEY’RE MASSIVE. I mean - REALLY FUCKING BIG. How the fuck else are they gonna move their extremely-heavy ships? Speed is the game and they want to win. Lastly, the Gore-ship has a number of mounted primitive guns that rival anyone in terms of numbers. The keyword here is that they’re very-very-very-primitive - mainly gunpowder. This means that they’re quite inaccurate and can’t hit for shit at any range but very-close-range. One very popular tactic is also boarding as well. Naval warfare? No, no, it is best to turn naval warfare into ground warfare by the virtue of boarding the enemy ship.</sub>

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