Planet P1
The local star was but a dim glowing orb through the massive black haze that hung on the horizon. The lands were covered in the char of the old world, small obsidian like granules littered the surface of the planet. No signs of life were left here, only the industrial minded robotics. Ruins of their former masters but ash, and the bones of the species were frequently scattered across the ground. The only thing that stood were the structures built by the S.A.A.I.L.s, Multi-story, perfect cubes that only possessed an entrance and exit.
Through one door, the lesser robotics transported materials mined from the inner depths of the planet, only to leave from the exit only stopping for basic maintenance occasionally. Their Primitive AI’s were incapable of becoming self aware. They were lesser beings, not worthy to vote or to decide the fate of the planet. In emergency they could be used for the defense of the greater good, but would be little better than bullet shields. Their existence, is only to build the fleets, the soldiers, the new citizens of P1 and to gather the resources. They worked tirelessly, and for lack of expression were slaves.
Robotic Assembly # 272
Four metal digits, drummed impatiently on the metal railing, that overlooked the interior floor. He decided shortly after his creation, that his AI was indeed male, as its views were more aligned with the former male species of the planet. His soul purpose was to overview the construction of new citizens, he was proficient. In Fact he was .14% more proficient than his predecessor, an older model, one whose AI had slowly unwound. He could spot deficiencies in his works from his perch which stood meters above, and would doll out maintenance orders immediately, more often than not, he saw that the workers would be recycled.
His factory could have no deficiencies, his programming would not allow it. Or was it his own personality trait? He didn’t care to ponder such things, only during maintenance would he allow his Artificial mind to travel to such places. He would someday ascend from this position, and be reprogrammed with what his true purpose in this clockwork world is, to be overseer of the production of military coding. His work would be beautiful, and brutal. But that would be not for sometime yet.
Robotic Assembly #272
Darkness, then artifical light. It was born. Sitting up it observed the room, the large production line it was apart of, machines everywhere, beings that looked just like it. A clawed machine grabbed it by its midsection and brought it to its feet. It needed to connect to an empty port ahead of it. Walking, the robotic, pulled a small cord from the wall, and connected it to the base of its skull.
Less than a moment later it unplugged. When it turned, it saw the world for the first time, again. Instead of a basic knowledge, it had complete and total knowledge of everything is saw, from when it was built, down to the composition, or purpose. What would it do? Today would be the point where it decided which path to take. Would it go with military, science, service, or design? Stepping outside, it knew that in less than thirty seconds the choice would have to be made. So it processed all the routes that the new artificial life held for it.
With twenty nine seconds to spare, the robotic chose the rout of military. In the mere picoseconds left as a jobless robotic, it thought about the mysteries of the new world it was created into. After the connection, its AI held the accumulated knowledge of ten thousand years of war, and technological advances. It was branded as squadron leader, turning it set off to military compound, its legs carrying it quickly across the cubic city.
P1 Shipyard Station # 13
In the distance, outside of the local population center stood a massive port, which stood beside a dried sea bed. There three ships completed, held by a massive station capable of holding one hundred plus spaceships. One was destroyer class the other two were corvettes, all had been finished being built that day. Underneath the destroyer a single pulse reverberated, then another, and soon another the pulses coming quicker, and quicker with each passing second. And soon the ship broke free from the bonds and rushed upwards into the sky. Its main engines, powered by MagnetoPlasma, taking over once it was vertical. .
Pushing upwards it broke free from the now artificial magnetic field, and escaped into orbit, where it docked with the starbase that now orbited the planet. There were hundreds of ships docking, and leaving, with even more stationed there for maintenance. Around the planet beneath, there were ships leaving its atmosphere from all corners of the globe. docking with the other stations. There were fewer ships leaving the moons nearby, the manufacturing was slower there due to the limited resources. A massive battlecarrier slipped by the little destroyer, it looked on with what could be considered awe.
It was followed by two more battle carriers, twenty destroyers, twenty frigates, and ten corvette class ships. In tow of two of the frigates, were hourglass like devices, all of the ships approached the Jump Station, and were gone in a picosecond of reaching it. Several more similar groups disappeared also, this had been taking place for the last week or so along with thousands of probes with FTL communications.
The Deminutian Empire of the Fathomless Night's System
A probe dropped out of FTL, it being a singular cubical shape , with several antenna protruding from it. It had a small Magneto Plasma engine built seamlessly into the structure of the probe, propelling it forwards when the FTL wasn't activated. As it pushed its way through the seemingly empty space, its sensors searched the surrounding area, a white dwarf star and a Spackle of planets seemed to surround it.
It approached just under the speed of light, the smallest jump station towed behind, it’s AI processed the information filling the black box with useful knowledge. It dropped the jump station and proceeded with care. It entered the “space” near the furthest planet from their sun. Its reverse thrusters slowing down its acceleration to a crawl, the probe began to capture images of the star system, though not very close it intended to investigate further. A small opening appeared from what could be considered the bottom of the craft and a small ship was dropped. It contained ten Special Infantry from the R.L.C. The spacecraft, used its basic cloaking technology to skew its presence from anything nearby though not completely undetectable, and began to make its way towards the fourth planet from the sun.
