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My apologies for missing my own deadline. I got wrapped up helping a buddy out last weekend. I'll start writing a post now.
mattmanganon said
I'm currently waiting on Maxxlords response.
I'll get a post up today, if all goes well. If not today, then definitely tomorrow.
Kinda reminds me of Mass Effect, in a way.
How does that work, anyway?
I mean, if the ancient past was filled with starships and sentient robots..What happened to it all? Or is that never explained in the show?
I mean, if the ancient past was filled with starships and sentient robots..What happened to it all? Or is that never explained in the show?
Sep said
Uh. I have friends from all over the world after travelling. Their all human, their primary language must be English, right?Silly assumption. Colonials speak Caprican primarily which is not English as it is before English. As it is before the current Earth we are settled on. So it would be unlikely that they would speak English, only to change into all those really old languages just to change back to English. Due to a lot of Gaelic references and all the notable Greek ones is hwy I have surmised it is similar, to a mutilated old old Greek/Gaelic hybrid.
I know next to nothing about Battlestar Galactica. I was assuming quite a lot when I made that statement. I was assuming BG was based in the future, not the past. I was also assuming that everyone would speak English, purely because English is a major modern day language,and that the world was united/conquered/or whatever by an English speaking country.
I suppose Chinese is a more reliable guess, due to their importance in modern politics..
Sep said
Hell, DarkWolf. You can have a Squawk ident as well as soon as this next collab is up. (Squawk ident is the "Attention Unidentified vessel, this is the Battlestar Columbia. Identify yourself or we will be forced to take hostile action. Repeat: This is the battlestar Columbia Identify yourself or we will be forced to take hostile action.)Due to all the unknowns flying around (SW ships) we've given up doing that to SW ships who just ignored me. You can ignore it too if you want, I mean we don't expect a response let alone one we will understand. (I am yet to learn how Ultra Magnus scanning my ship lets him know what language I speak in)
He didn't scan the ship, but scanned the space around the ships for soundwave transmissions. Kinda like the old fashion way of listening to a radio. Once they had your frequency, they listened to your language and matched it up with previously identified speech patterns. Then the computer attempted to translate Cybertronian into said speech patterns.
Ergo, the transmission was in extremely broken..whatever language they speak on the Columbia. Is it English? I mean, they're human, right?
Oh, it is?
Well. I'll get on that..Tomorrow, most likely. Unless Halo wants to show up first and make the fight a bit less..ahh..
One sided?
Well. I'll get on that..Tomorrow, most likely. Unless Halo wants to show up first and make the fight a bit less..ahh..
One sided?
I suspected you'd notice Optimus..But I'm not all's that scared. I'm..sort of banking on the rest of the fleet not being too happy with the Columbia firing on a ship that just announced itself friendly.
Pshhttt. Who needs FTL when the crew of your ship is practically ageless?
Pshhttt. Who needs FTL when the crew of your ship is practically ageless?
On the Ark’s Bridge
“ Ultra Magnus ,” Ratchet practically screamed over the rest of the noise on the bridge, “Contact with the space bridge in two minutes!”
Autobot engineers worked furiously at their consoles coordinating anti-boarding routines with the soldiers, supervising ship repairs, and giving damage reports to Ultra Magnus.”Sir! Deck three is still overrun with Decepticons. Ironhide and his team are trying to hold the line, but they need reinforcements immediately!” “Deck five is secure! The Lightning Strike Coalition Force has finished mopping up!” “Our boys are winning on deck one!” Ultra Magnus took in all the information that was being fed to him and began to process it. Yet, he was distracted. Optimus was still outside, and there were only two minutes left. Ultra Magnus didn’t want to consider the chance of Prime surviving that vortex outside of the ship. With that in mind, Ultra Magnus strode across the bridge towards an open console. He typed in a few commands on the holographic interface before contacting Optimus.”Optimus, this is Ultra Magnus. We’re two minutes away from that vortex. Finish Megatron off and get inside or you’re done for!”
An explosion suddenly rocked the bridge.”What was that?!” Ultra Magnus boomed, turning away from the console towards the engineers and Ratchet.”Someone’s trying to break into the bridge!” One of the engineers yelled back.”Defensive pattern Delta-nine-B!” Ultra Magnus ordered, his left arm transforming into his Path Blaster. He flicked a switch labeled “Gambler” off, before turning the weapon towards the doorway in front of him. The engineers armed themselves with Neutron Assault Rifles and took cover. Ratchet stumbled behind his console and equipped his Energon Battle Pistol.
Only moments after everyone was in position, the door exploded open and a squad of Vehicons charged inside, lasers flying wildly.”Return fire!” Ultra Magnus ordered, ducking out of cover and taking off a Decepticon’s head with one shot. The other Autobots joined in, and a firefight started on the bridge.
On the top of the Ark
“This ends now, Megatron .” Optimus Prime growled, gripping the hilt of his sword with both of his massive hands. Prime brought the blade up over his head, preparing to strike the final blow on Megatron, who was incapacitated on the ground before Optimus.”This ends when I say it ends!” Megatron roars, drawing his own blade and blocking Prime’s attack, before kicking off of Optimus’s legs and rolling into a standing position.”This universe isn’t big enough for the both of us!” Optimus yells, charging Megatron.”You’re a fool if you think you can beat me, data clerk. The two Cybertronians crossed blades for but a moment, before the vortex threw them both off their feet. The sound of metal being torn asunder brought Prime to his senses.”The vortex is tearing this ship apart! We must-“Optimus was interrupted by a metal fist hitting his faceplate.”You will die with me, Prime!” The pair of sentient machines were taken from the Ark and pulled into the vortex.
On the Ark’s Bridge
“Optimus!” Ratchet cried out, watching in despair as his friend entered the vortex.”Brace yourselves!” Ultra Magnus called out over the communications system, grabbing hold of a nearby wall. Both the Ark and the Nemesis were dragged into the vortex, and a great blinding flash entered the bridge. It only lasted a nanosecond, though. When Ultra Magnus looked out of the viewport on the bridge, he found himself extremely puzzled.”Report!” He called out quickly, trying to confirm what his optics already confirmed.”The Nemesis, sir- It’s disappeared off radar.” One of the engineers forced himself to say.”I’m tracking multiple unidentified spacecraft!” A female officer called out from her station.”There’s something wrong with the navigation computer, sir. It says we’re in uncharted space.” Ultra Magnus let a gasp escape his lips.”That’s impossible. Teletraan-1 scanned the charts. I watched it happen.”
Ultra Magnus opened the ship’s comm. Channel. He was greeted by a wave of panicked voices.”Calm down, all of you! Continue repairs, I’ll deal with this anomaly personally. I want our guns armed and ready. Ratchet, give me a full scan of the unidentified craft. Check the records from the Golden Age of Exploration. Perceptor! Are these ships using any sort of communications we can track?” Magnus handed out orders quickly and efficiently.”Uhm, yes, our systems are compatible with all ships present. I’ll just need to make some minor adjustments to work with such crude technology.” Perceptor answered hastily.”Good. Monitor their channels, and calibrate our translators to their language.”
“This is Jetfire to Ultra Magnus! Come in, Ultra Magnus!” “Go ahead, Jetfire.” “One of the Aerialbots spotted Optimus. He’s at these coordinates: 45’ 120’ 20’. I request permission to retrieve him. Have Ratchet on hand, though. He looks pretty banged up.” Ultra Magnus moved swiftly over to a viewport and looked in the direction Jetfire mentioned. Sure enough, there was someone out there.”Permission granted. Air Raid, take your squad and escort Jetfire. Fire only if fired upon.” “You got it, sir.”
Seven Cybertronian fighter craft left the portside hangar, and moved towards Prime. When they reached him, Jetfire launched his tow cables and began pulling the bot back towards the Ark. The other Seekers took up flight patterns around Jetfire and Optimus, guns pointed towards the closest craft.”Ultra Magnus, sir. Launch tube-6 has been activated without your authorization.” One of the engineers on the bridge informed the acting captain.”Who did it?” Ultra Magnus practically growled in frustration. “Silverbolt, sir.” “Get me comms with Silverbolt, now!” A moment later, Ultra Magnus had contacted Silverbolt.”Where are you going, Silverbolt?” There wasn’t a moments pause before Silverbolt answered. ”There’s a craft directly ahead of us, forty-five degrees down. It looks trashed, but scanners say there are signs of organic life on board. They need help.” Silverbolt’s jet moved quickly towards the starship, searching for the nearest airlock.”Return to the Ark immediately! They could be hostile.” Ultra Magnus said.”You don’t know that, sir. The longer we wait the less time they have to live.” Silverbolt argued.”Gah. Ironhide, scan that ship’s life support system. I want Cosmos’s interior to be modified to allow for that crew’s survival.”
“Ultra Magnus, I have successfully adapted our translators. We should be able to understand them. Keep in mind, however, that translation will not be perfect, and many of our words will not appear in their langua-““I understand, Perceptor. Thank you. Ratchet, I want to send a message out. Open channel.” Ratchet’s fingers moved with surgical precision across the console.”Channels are open. The translators will send out copies of your speech in a variety of languages, three of which are attempts at translating into the languages of the locals present.”
Ultra Magnus cleared his voice chip, to deter any static.”I am Ultra Magnus of Cybertron, acting captain of the Ark. We are not hostile, I repeat, we come in peace. Our scans have concluded that the majority of vessels in this area are heavily damaged, and I am willing to offer assistance. All I ask in return is updated star charts for this cluster and we’ll be on our way.” Ultra Magnus was a bit nervous as he finished and waited for a reply. He wasn't a diplomat like Optimus. But the message had to be sent. Hopefully the responses would be friendly.
Hopefully being the keyword.
“ Ultra Magnus ,” Ratchet practically screamed over the rest of the noise on the bridge, “Contact with the space bridge in two minutes!”
Autobot engineers worked furiously at their consoles coordinating anti-boarding routines with the soldiers, supervising ship repairs, and giving damage reports to Ultra Magnus.”Sir! Deck three is still overrun with Decepticons. Ironhide and his team are trying to hold the line, but they need reinforcements immediately!” “Deck five is secure! The Lightning Strike Coalition Force has finished mopping up!” “Our boys are winning on deck one!” Ultra Magnus took in all the information that was being fed to him and began to process it. Yet, he was distracted. Optimus was still outside, and there were only two minutes left. Ultra Magnus didn’t want to consider the chance of Prime surviving that vortex outside of the ship. With that in mind, Ultra Magnus strode across the bridge towards an open console. He typed in a few commands on the holographic interface before contacting Optimus.”Optimus, this is Ultra Magnus. We’re two minutes away from that vortex. Finish Megatron off and get inside or you’re done for!”
An explosion suddenly rocked the bridge.”What was that?!” Ultra Magnus boomed, turning away from the console towards the engineers and Ratchet.”Someone’s trying to break into the bridge!” One of the engineers yelled back.”Defensive pattern Delta-nine-B!” Ultra Magnus ordered, his left arm transforming into his Path Blaster. He flicked a switch labeled “Gambler” off, before turning the weapon towards the doorway in front of him. The engineers armed themselves with Neutron Assault Rifles and took cover. Ratchet stumbled behind his console and equipped his Energon Battle Pistol.
Only moments after everyone was in position, the door exploded open and a squad of Vehicons charged inside, lasers flying wildly.”Return fire!” Ultra Magnus ordered, ducking out of cover and taking off a Decepticon’s head with one shot. The other Autobots joined in, and a firefight started on the bridge.
On the top of the Ark
“This ends now, Megatron .” Optimus Prime growled, gripping the hilt of his sword with both of his massive hands. Prime brought the blade up over his head, preparing to strike the final blow on Megatron, who was incapacitated on the ground before Optimus.”This ends when I say it ends!” Megatron roars, drawing his own blade and blocking Prime’s attack, before kicking off of Optimus’s legs and rolling into a standing position.”This universe isn’t big enough for the both of us!” Optimus yells, charging Megatron.”You’re a fool if you think you can beat me, data clerk. The two Cybertronians crossed blades for but a moment, before the vortex threw them both off their feet. The sound of metal being torn asunder brought Prime to his senses.”The vortex is tearing this ship apart! We must-“Optimus was interrupted by a metal fist hitting his faceplate.”You will die with me, Prime!” The pair of sentient machines were taken from the Ark and pulled into the vortex.
On the Ark’s Bridge
“Optimus!” Ratchet cried out, watching in despair as his friend entered the vortex.”Brace yourselves!” Ultra Magnus called out over the communications system, grabbing hold of a nearby wall. Both the Ark and the Nemesis were dragged into the vortex, and a great blinding flash entered the bridge. It only lasted a nanosecond, though. When Ultra Magnus looked out of the viewport on the bridge, he found himself extremely puzzled.”Report!” He called out quickly, trying to confirm what his optics already confirmed.”The Nemesis, sir- It’s disappeared off radar.” One of the engineers forced himself to say.”I’m tracking multiple unidentified spacecraft!” A female officer called out from her station.”There’s something wrong with the navigation computer, sir. It says we’re in uncharted space.” Ultra Magnus let a gasp escape his lips.”That’s impossible. Teletraan-1 scanned the charts. I watched it happen.”
Ultra Magnus opened the ship’s comm. Channel. He was greeted by a wave of panicked voices.”Calm down, all of you! Continue repairs, I’ll deal with this anomaly personally. I want our guns armed and ready. Ratchet, give me a full scan of the unidentified craft. Check the records from the Golden Age of Exploration. Perceptor! Are these ships using any sort of communications we can track?” Magnus handed out orders quickly and efficiently.”Uhm, yes, our systems are compatible with all ships present. I’ll just need to make some minor adjustments to work with such crude technology.” Perceptor answered hastily.”Good. Monitor their channels, and calibrate our translators to their language.”
“This is Jetfire to Ultra Magnus! Come in, Ultra Magnus!” “Go ahead, Jetfire.” “One of the Aerialbots spotted Optimus. He’s at these coordinates: 45’ 120’ 20’. I request permission to retrieve him. Have Ratchet on hand, though. He looks pretty banged up.” Ultra Magnus moved swiftly over to a viewport and looked in the direction Jetfire mentioned. Sure enough, there was someone out there.”Permission granted. Air Raid, take your squad and escort Jetfire. Fire only if fired upon.” “You got it, sir.”
Seven Cybertronian fighter craft left the portside hangar, and moved towards Prime. When they reached him, Jetfire launched his tow cables and began pulling the bot back towards the Ark. The other Seekers took up flight patterns around Jetfire and Optimus, guns pointed towards the closest craft.”Ultra Magnus, sir. Launch tube-6 has been activated without your authorization.” One of the engineers on the bridge informed the acting captain.”Who did it?” Ultra Magnus practically growled in frustration. “Silverbolt, sir.” “Get me comms with Silverbolt, now!” A moment later, Ultra Magnus had contacted Silverbolt.”Where are you going, Silverbolt?” There wasn’t a moments pause before Silverbolt answered. ”There’s a craft directly ahead of us, forty-five degrees down. It looks trashed, but scanners say there are signs of organic life on board. They need help.” Silverbolt’s jet moved quickly towards the starship, searching for the nearest airlock.”Return to the Ark immediately! They could be hostile.” Ultra Magnus said.”You don’t know that, sir. The longer we wait the less time they have to live.” Silverbolt argued.”Gah. Ironhide, scan that ship’s life support system. I want Cosmos’s interior to be modified to allow for that crew’s survival.”
“Ultra Magnus, I have successfully adapted our translators. We should be able to understand them. Keep in mind, however, that translation will not be perfect, and many of our words will not appear in their langua-““I understand, Perceptor. Thank you. Ratchet, I want to send a message out. Open channel.” Ratchet’s fingers moved with surgical precision across the console.”Channels are open. The translators will send out copies of your speech in a variety of languages, three of which are attempts at translating into the languages of the locals present.”
Ultra Magnus cleared his voice chip, to deter any static.”I am Ultra Magnus of Cybertron, acting captain of the Ark. We are not hostile, I repeat, we come in peace. Our scans have concluded that the majority of vessels in this area are heavily damaged, and I am willing to offer assistance. All I ask in return is updated star charts for this cluster and we’ll be on our way.” Ultra Magnus was a bit nervous as he finished and waited for a reply. He wasn't a diplomat like Optimus. But the message had to be sent. Hopefully the responses would be friendly.
Hopefully being the keyword.
Queen Raidne said
+: Accepted!+: Seems reasonable. I'm going to presume that your limiting resource is Energon, which you can make/convert stuff into only with great difficulty? Anyway, you're accepted. Tread lightly around the Battlestar [Sep's ship]. They'll likely go ballistic as soon as/if they find out that you're sentinent robots.+: Quantum torpedoes concern me because virtually nothing in the SW galaxy (or most of the PC ships, for that matter) can stand up to them. While the primary antagonists likely might have something to say about them, we won't really be fighting them for a little while. Other than that, your sheet looks okay to me (sans bios, of course).
Yep! I'm going on the assumption that Energon is an extremely potent energy source. I mean, they use fusion factors just to supplement the stuff. So they'd have to use mass amounts of other compounds to make even a single cube.
Annnd yes. That's going to be an issue..
mattmanganon said
Well, who says you aren't allowed another ship from 40K? Maybe you could go with Pre-Heresy Thousand Sons and we are forced to work together?
Oooooh. Now that'd be a sight to see.
Sep said
Well, you may not be able to sleep. But due to my new found exercising I do.Look forward to seeing DarkWolfs appearance and Maxxlords when I get back.Man, my XO is going to be pissed. Since the commander left to go speak to the delegate from the Tor-Selim two contacts have turned up.Just Remember Maxxlord. Soon as we find out your robots cannons to be pointed at you, and fired without question. You'll have to find an ingenious way to get us to stop shooting if that is what you want of course.At least I have the advantage that you can't transform into my Vipers. They're far to small for the spacefaring Transformers whose names I forgot when typing this.
I'unno. The Vipers seem long enough for a smallish Seeker..If we take into account the usual mass displacement that comes with Transformers. :P Because you know, a ten meter tall Astrotrain can transform to allow all the decepticons into himself, with plenty of elbow room.
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