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Miroslava Chára pensively stared at the thick, foliage-laden valley that stretched below her. In these highlands in New Hanoi, the quickest, and incidentally safest, way to travel was via aerial transportation in VTOL gunships. These gunships, nicknamed Albatrosses by Imperium soldiers due to their vague similarity to the bird, commonly soared the skies of any planet occupied by the Imperium Army, New Hanoi especially so. At the moment, a whole squadron of five Albatrosses were in a formation, ready to touch down and provide fire support for the grunts on board.

The Imperium soldier took a whiff out of her blunt as she continued to gaze upon the jungle canopy. The underbrush was too thick to make anything important out, especially at the height and speed she was traveling at, but Miroslava nevertheless could at least make out vague signs of clearings and goat paths. Certainly, the Resistance was definitely operating somewhere in the region, and now it was her job to clear them out. Or, will be, rather. For now, she could take a second to enjoy the scenery from a bird's eye view.

Behind her, Miroslava could hear her lieutenant explaining the details of this particular mission. It was always the same; touch down on the LZ, shoot every hellion that moves, and try not to die in the process. Sure, the exact details may change, but honestly, they really don't. Any genius that comes up with a more brilliant plan than that doesn't last long on New Hanoi. Either the jungle claims them, or the bureaucracy does.

Or, if they're real geniuses, Miroslava darkly chuckled to herself, their own squad claims them

Taking the laced cigar out of her mouth, the burn-scarred woman could hear one of the new privates asking a question to their lieutenant.

"...Ma'am, how will we know will hill to attack?"

The woman laughed, as if she was expecting this question. "Trust me, Jenkins, you'll know in a second."

Almost as if on cue, Miroslava could faintly hear the screeching engine of an Imperium fighter in the distance behind her. A few seconds later, the aircraft buzzed past the formation of the Albatrosses, heading straight towards a hilltop ahead of them. Three bombs dropped from each wing, freefalling towards the summit as the fighter banked away from the action altogether. After a tense moment, the bombs exploded on the surface, igniting the summit in a large firestorm.

"The one on fire," the Lieutenant continued, "that's the one we attack."

The gunships slowly descended towards the surface, heading towards a relatively large clearing that they could temporary park in. Miroslava could hear the mounted machine guns blaring to life next to her; perhaps the sudden onset of gunfire right would have startled her a few years ago, but it barely phased her anymore. She took one last hit of her blunt, before gently tossing it overboard. Break time was over; now it was time to storm that hill.

A few seconds later, the Albatross hit the ground, and the entire squad, Miroslava included, poured out of the sides. The machine guns from the gunships were providing ample cover fire for now, but being in the open was surely a death sentence in the long run. The man that was cut down by enemy fire right in front of her was testament enough for that.

"Looks like we got company," the Lieutenant jovially yelled, as if this was nothing more than a game to her. It was true though: Miroslava could see the muzzle flashes coming from within of the jungle, right at the base of the burning hill. For just suffering a napalm strike, the Minh were curiously providing an organized resistance. These must be hardened apostates.

Miroslava charged towards the woods, her assault rifle dispensing lead towards the hidden junglefowl. The flamethrower strapped to her back, while slightly encumbering, ultimately did little to stop her from trying to reach cover as quickly as possible. The buzzsaw-like sound of the Albatrosses' machine guns proved to the Earthling's salvation, as the members of the Resistance found themselves simply being outgunned by the platoon of humans. Just barely out of sight, Miroslava could see movement, as the Minh started to retreat upwards on the hill. The firestorm, of course, trapped them from going much higher, preventing any true escape from the hellions. They were trapped between a rock and a very hot place, right where the Imperium Army wanted them.

As the burn-scarred woman ascended up the hill, it became increasingly obvious that not every Minh was part of the retreat. Some were jumping out of the brush, to engage with the advancing humans in melee combat. But more importantly, a foxhole, armed with a rudimentary heavy machine gun, was offering its own covering fire to its comrades as they retreated. The redhead smirked, as she put her assault rifle to the aside and instead grabbed the gun of the flamethrower. Miroslava blasted the foxhole with a stream of liquid fire, causing the hellions inside to scream and run out of their fortified position. However, they were not able to get out before getting ignited themselves, and those who weren't immediately cut down by gunfire succumbed to their burns instead.

Miroslava turned around, to face the mass of Imperium soldiers that were mostly behind her. She waved them forward, trying to indicate that the position was cleared and it was safe to advance.

However, they were probably more occupied by her glowing blue, and then dissapearing without a trace.
I'm going to post tonight, and start the first mission which will take place in the endedverse.


Hey, feel free to talk to me either on PMs here or on Discord if you want some additional setting notes!

Also, long overdue, my character!

>MRW the IC is up



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Sixth; I changed the third paragraph of the All-verse section to include the following paragraph:

<Snipped quote>


I took out the previous one and swapped this in its place because I knew that'd cause a mess down the line.

That's all, make sure to voice your input. Whether it's a question, comment, or concern.


This part concerns me because the literal stated purpose of my universe is based upon the idea that there is no living people to call it home. Are you looking for characters to have analogues in the robots of the universe? Because I guess that could work.
Whoever can come up with the coolest artifact for their universe will have said world be the setting for our prologue.



The notes of Dr. Honda

The Endedverse is known to have many relics, that even in their decaying state, show the technological marvels of the long-gone civilization. The advances made in the field of artificial intelligence in particular eclipse even many of the spaceborne universes, and the implications of how it was made could awnser many questions about the origin and nature of life itself. Not to mention, drive a technological singularity much like the one the Endedverse was on the cusp of.

Doctor Honda Haruko (本田 陽子)* was perhaps the single most important individual known for the creation of the first quantum computer. Rotting newspaper clips name her, at the time only a recently tenured professor at Tōkyō Daigaku (東京大学), reaching a breakthrough in the practical construction of such a computer, discovering a set of equations which virtually eliminated quantum decoherence. The fact a (realitvely) young, and female, researcher was the one to discover the breakthrough made Dr. Honda an overnight sensation in Japanese and international headlines. She would win the 1980** Fields Medal, and eventually the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1987.

However, Dr. Honda felt like she was not getting the proper respect that she deserved within the university, especially with rampart sexism within the academic bureaucracy. To make matters more interesting, she was a member of the Nihon Kyōsan-tō (日本共産党), or the Japanese Communist Party, and was an ardent true believer at that. While the whole world was using her freely published findings in order to accelerate the development of quantum computers, recent archeological work by the Initiative has led to the belief she was secretly leaking more confidential research to the KGB. This would eventually culiminate to a very public defection to the Soviet Union, who had used her work combined with native Soviet researchers to build robots that could largely automate portions of the lagging Soviet economy.

In 1991, Dr. Honda would very publicly defect to the Soviet Union, a major scandal which almost put the world into a nuclear standoff. However, the armageddeon that struck the world would not come for another six years. The Soviet Union, now rivaling Japan as the two "quantum superpowers" (with the USA lagging behind at a distant third, although still the leading "atomic superpower"), quickly used its miraculous economic explosion to keep the Eastern Bloc together, as new wealth trickled down into the rest of Eastern Europe. Dr. Honda would take residence in Leningrad, and become tenured at the Leningrad State University.

All we know after that is that the world eventually collasped on itself circa 1997. We do not know much details about Dr. Honda's personal life, besides that she would occasionally take trips back to Japan in order to meet with her family. This means that her last whereabouts could be as far in a range from anywhere from the ruins of Leningrad to the ruins of Tōkyō, and that's assuming we can even identify which specific city corresponds to which specific ruins. And if some looters got their hands on it within the chaos of whatever ended the world up to the extinction of all of its lifeforms, it could be somewhere we have no idea where to even look for.

But whoever can find these notes, would find themselves armed with some of the most sought-after information in the entire Multiverse. It would kickstart a technological revolution in any universe that has the tools to construct automations, which could theoretically either bring a multiversial golden age, or destroy it all like it did with the Endedverse.



*Or, in western naming conventions, Haruko Honda
**All dates are in solar cycles, arbitrarily chosen in reference to some historical event within the Endedverse
My main universe idea (the Endedverse was more of a side project I knew I could finish in one sitting) was actually going to be pretty similar to the Darkverse, right down to the name. So rather than do that, I might just try to flesh out the Endedverse more.

So expect my character to be from the Darkverse though.



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