[FIFTH POST]
Lord Robert Green
Stats: Assets (4), Power (0), Production (4), Influence (4), Charm (2)
The coming of the old lord could be heard long before he arrived by the tapping of his cane. As he hobbled into the room, the council members could see that he wore his usual dated gray suit. He hobbled past the council members and said very quickly as he hurried to the other side of the room: "Greetings to you all, I hope you don't mind if you hold off on the meeting for a short while, I have an important errand to run!" Not giving much time for a response at all, he stepped through a door that led to the holo-screen recording room.
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rush99999 said
Is that some kind of TV show?
Nah, Dwarf Fortress lets play. Also, you guys want to start the arena meeting now?
rush99999 said
What exactly is this reference you speak of?
Welcome to fucking Boatmurdered! I hope you like miasma.
Zamiel said
I like your race a lot, though I did not expect someone to choose 0 science haha. I will likely add a tiny base science gain, or a mechanic to uncover a tech from vanquished foes before we start because otherwise you would be left behind rather quickly as soon as people create bigger guns like MAC cannons. I love Civ5 by the way, which one do you prefer?Currently I am planning on an IC within two days time, which will be plenty for me to fill in a couple blanks!
Thanks. I would prefer a science bonus from those I kill, under the pretense that the carnivores were spying on the scientists. Since ya know, I'd rather the Locusts remain technologically stagnant. I like Civ 4 a bit better, cause there's an awesome mod for it called Fall From Heaven 2.
Keyguyperson said
You're fucked.
Heh. Get rekt. Figured I wanted to play some bad guys for once. But these guys never research anything, so on the plus side, they will get outpaced in tech eventually. But ya gotta love nuke-slinging Ghandi-robots.
(15 unused cultural affinity points)
Warmongerers / Military Production: 15
Scientists / Research Income: 0
Theologians / Faith Income: 0
- Players begin with 100 Science Points
- Players begin with X * 10 faith with X being their faith stat
Race Name: L.O.C.U.S.T
Name of Faction: L.O.C.U.S.T Conglomerate
Government Structure: Autocracy.
Race Biology: The appearance of any Locust varies wildly, but the standard template for a Construction Drone is a mechanical torso with arms and a wheel instead of legs that attaches to rails that go along and inside Locust constructions. The Construction Drone is by far the most common form of the Locust.
Cultural History: In a binary star system, where stars much like ours orbited eachother, there were two races. There was a carnivorous race of warmongers who lived on a lush jungle world, and there was a race of scholars that lived on a moon that barely supported life orbiting a gas giant. Over competition of resources, these races came into conflict. The carnivores made the L.O.C.U.S.T swarm, and they were able to defeat their foes. The scientists wiped out the carnivores with a great manufactured plague. Eventually, both sides AIs eliminated all sentient organic life in the star-system. Soon afterwards, the Locusts prevailed over the AI of the scavengers. With it's primary directive complete, the Coordinator began to pursue his secondary objectives which were related to the expansion of the Locust war machine. They devoured the cities for scrap material, leaving no trace of their existence. They harvested all of the plants on the surface of planets for biofuel. They extracted tons of minerals from the planets, moons, and even the asteroids of the system. For the next fifty years, the Locusts produced nothing but ships for their fleet, and the infrastructure to support it. They had produced an awesome fleet, one bigger than any other since the fall of the T3 civilizations. But, in that fifty years they also had almost depleted all of the resources in their system. The coordinator realized this, and shut down production. The race would remain dormant for 200 years, while telescopes scanned the sky for other objects to find resources. Eventually, they saw the first Dyson sphere collapse. The race was awoken from their slumber, and they began a frenzy of construction to send the entire race to this new star-system. However, they had stumbled across the jump-gate to the galactic core, and that brings us to the events of this RP.
Social Structure: The coordinator has absolute say in any decision, but delegates tasks to multiple managers. The managers are AI's in charge of at least one ship, and obey the coordinator unquestioningly. However in the interstellar era, messengers are required to bring orders from the coordinator through jump gates. So often each manager will be loyal to the coordinator, but largely self-autonomous due to the gap in communication. Soldier-Drones and Targeting AIs are gifted sentience, but they follow their duties without question. Worker drones, are also blessed with self-awareness, but they are not nearly as intelligent as the others. There is no class mobility. If a L.O.C.U.S.T is built a soldier, then it will remain so the rest of their lives.
Reaction to Aliens: In all honesty it depends on the manager that is encountered, but most managers will interpret the Coordinator's directive of 'expand' as don't let anything get in your way. So often the response to Aliens is to leave, and then return with an overwhelmingly large fleet of ships and blast them out of the system.
Having never seen a starry sky, write a first hand account of your race's explorer's reaction to seeing the densely packed vastness near the galactic core upon passing through the gate: A scouting drone rotated while taking pictures of the galactic core. After it had taken multiple pictures of all perspectives, it simply flew back into the jump-gate.
Technology (A note on the Locust's tech. As self-replicating military and construction drones, they will never research any new tech, ever!):
Tier 1 techs:
Quantum Computing: Locust computers are so advanced, the computing power of a 21st century supercomputer would fit into one Locust computer chip. Because of this, almost all Locust tech is fitted with at least a few computer chips. Doors, guns, welders, you name it. Every single piece of Locust tech has blueprints for all generic Locust designs of ships, mining equipment, guns, and etc. Anything that was designed by a particular Locust manager (which never uses any new tech, think of different kinds of swords, although a Katana is different than a European broadsword, they are constructed very similarly and meet a similar purpose. In this analogy, no manager would ever invent a gun to replace these weapons.), will be downloaded on all Locust tech that the manager owns and all Locust tech that has contact with that manager's drones. By contact, I mean within the same star-system. In short, Locusts treat computers like we treat electricity. A pervasive source in the walls that we always expect to be there that helps us with daily tasks.
Particle Manipulation: Gotta be able to manipulate particles for nuclear fission.
Robotics: The Locusts are robots, and are used to build just about anything.
Ballistics: The Locusts without fail like using AI-guided nuclear missiles at a target from very far away. The Locusts also use AI-guided missiles to shoot down enemy missiles. In the case of bullets however... They are kinda screwed. But Locusts expect to be able to detect enemies before they get too close. 100 km is considered the optimal range for engagement. Lasers are a secondary weapon used by the Locusts, used to supplement missiles. They are far weaker than Missiles, even those without a nuclear payload. But they can assist the fleet in getting the job done.
Tier 2:
Artificial Intelligence: Most Locust computers are self-aware, and can reason through problems. Since Locust computers are so ubiquitous, almost all Locust tech is self-aware. Albeit, the AI in a door for instance may only be the equivalent of a 5 year old's intelligence, they will still attempt to kill intruders. Weaponry ripped from a Locust ship will attempt to kill any non-Locust who tries to use it. Locust equipment in the hands of an outsider will deliberately fail at best, and attempt to kill the outsider at worst.
Orbital Ballistics: In the case of interplanetary warfare, the favorite strategy of Locusts is to fling massive asteroids at the planet. These asteroids are also accompanied by AI guided missiles that are meant to shoot down any attempt to blow up the asteroid.
Industrial Robotics: Locusts are Robots, and build anything with Robotics. In particular, worker drones glide across maintenance rails on structures adding improvements and fixing damage.
Tier 3:
Adaptive Thought: Locusts are absolutely rigid in their directives, however how they accomplish their directives is not so rigid. A Locust that fails a task attempting one approach will attempt another. However, disobeying their prime directives is unthinkable. Obeying the coordinator is as natural to Locusts as eating and sleeping is to humans.
Asteroid Mining: Locusts mine through asteroids with terrifying efficiency. Within 50 years they almost depleted the resources of their own system.
Orbital Platforms: Locusts build three classes of orbital structures: space-elevators, solar farms, and factory complexes. Space elevators efficiently carry cargo from and to the surface without expending nearly as much fuel as a rocket. Solar-Farms provide the bulk of Locust Energy needs. While a Dyson Sphere is more efficient, the creators of the Locusts put in a directive preventing them from building on around the binary system, because they would rather have their suns still shine thank you very much. Factory complexes produce everything that is required to build space-craft. Anything that is used planetside is usually produced there. These factories often orbit mineral rich objects within a solar system, and move whenever that object is depleted to a new one.
Tier 4:
Orbital Construction: Most of Locust Tech is built in space, for space. Massive factory complexes produce Locust Ships.
Warmongerers / Military Production: 15
Scientists / Research Income: 0
Theologians / Faith Income: 0
- Players begin with 100 Science Points
- Players begin with X * 10 faith with X being their faith stat
Race Name: L.O.C.U.S.T
Name of Faction: L.O.C.U.S.T Conglomerate
Government Structure: Autocracy.
Race Biology: The appearance of any Locust varies wildly, but the standard template for a Construction Drone is a mechanical torso with arms and a wheel instead of legs that attaches to rails that go along and inside Locust constructions. The Construction Drone is by far the most common form of the Locust.
Cultural History: In a binary star system, where stars much like ours orbited eachother, there were two races. There was a carnivorous race of warmongers who lived on a lush jungle world, and there was a race of scholars that lived on a moon that barely supported life orbiting a gas giant. Over competition of resources, these races came into conflict. The carnivores made the L.O.C.U.S.T swarm, and they were able to defeat their foes. The scientists wiped out the carnivores with a great manufactured plague. Eventually, both sides AIs eliminated all sentient organic life in the star-system. Soon afterwards, the Locusts prevailed over the AI of the scavengers. With it's primary directive complete, the Coordinator began to pursue his secondary objectives which were related to the expansion of the Locust war machine. They devoured the cities for scrap material, leaving no trace of their existence. They harvested all of the plants on the surface of planets for biofuel. They extracted tons of minerals from the planets, moons, and even the asteroids of the system. For the next fifty years, the Locusts produced nothing but ships for their fleet, and the infrastructure to support it. They had produced an awesome fleet, one bigger than any other since the fall of the T3 civilizations. But, in that fifty years they also had almost depleted all of the resources in their system. The coordinator realized this, and shut down production. The race would remain dormant for 200 years, while telescopes scanned the sky for other objects to find resources. Eventually, they saw the first Dyson sphere collapse. The race was awoken from their slumber, and they began a frenzy of construction to send the entire race to this new star-system. However, they had stumbled across the jump-gate to the galactic core, and that brings us to the events of this RP.
Social Structure: The coordinator has absolute say in any decision, but delegates tasks to multiple managers. The managers are AI's in charge of at least one ship, and obey the coordinator unquestioningly. However in the interstellar era, messengers are required to bring orders from the coordinator through jump gates. So often each manager will be loyal to the coordinator, but largely self-autonomous due to the gap in communication. Soldier-Drones and Targeting AIs are gifted sentience, but they follow their duties without question. Worker drones, are also blessed with self-awareness, but they are not nearly as intelligent as the others. There is no class mobility. If a L.O.C.U.S.T is built a soldier, then it will remain so the rest of their lives.
Reaction to Aliens: In all honesty it depends on the manager that is encountered, but most managers will interpret the Coordinator's directive of 'expand' as don't let anything get in your way. So often the response to Aliens is to leave, and then return with an overwhelmingly large fleet of ships and blast them out of the system.
Having never seen a starry sky, write a first hand account of your race's explorer's reaction to seeing the densely packed vastness near the galactic core upon passing through the gate: A scouting drone rotated while taking pictures of the galactic core. After it had taken multiple pictures of all perspectives, it simply flew back into the jump-gate.
Technology (A note on the Locust's tech. As self-replicating military and construction drones, they will never research any new tech, ever!):
Tier 1 techs:
Quantum Computing: Locust computers are so advanced, the computing power of a 21st century supercomputer would fit into one Locust computer chip. Because of this, almost all Locust tech is fitted with at least a few computer chips. Doors, guns, welders, you name it. Every single piece of Locust tech has blueprints for all generic Locust designs of ships, mining equipment, guns, and etc. Anything that was designed by a particular Locust manager (which never uses any new tech, think of different kinds of swords, although a Katana is different than a European broadsword, they are constructed very similarly and meet a similar purpose. In this analogy, no manager would ever invent a gun to replace these weapons.), will be downloaded on all Locust tech that the manager owns and all Locust tech that has contact with that manager's drones. By contact, I mean within the same star-system. In short, Locusts treat computers like we treat electricity. A pervasive source in the walls that we always expect to be there that helps us with daily tasks.
Particle Manipulation: Gotta be able to manipulate particles for nuclear fission.
Robotics: The Locusts are robots, and are used to build just about anything.
Ballistics: The Locusts without fail like using AI-guided nuclear missiles at a target from very far away. The Locusts also use AI-guided missiles to shoot down enemy missiles. In the case of bullets however... They are kinda screwed. But Locusts expect to be able to detect enemies before they get too close. 100 km is considered the optimal range for engagement. Lasers are a secondary weapon used by the Locusts, used to supplement missiles. They are far weaker than Missiles, even those without a nuclear payload. But they can assist the fleet in getting the job done.
Tier 2:
Artificial Intelligence: Most Locust computers are self-aware, and can reason through problems. Since Locust computers are so ubiquitous, almost all Locust tech is self-aware. Albeit, the AI in a door for instance may only be the equivalent of a 5 year old's intelligence, they will still attempt to kill intruders. Weaponry ripped from a Locust ship will attempt to kill any non-Locust who tries to use it. Locust equipment in the hands of an outsider will deliberately fail at best, and attempt to kill the outsider at worst.
Orbital Ballistics: In the case of interplanetary warfare, the favorite strategy of Locusts is to fling massive asteroids at the planet. These asteroids are also accompanied by AI guided missiles that are meant to shoot down any attempt to blow up the asteroid.
Industrial Robotics: Locusts are Robots, and build anything with Robotics. In particular, worker drones glide across maintenance rails on structures adding improvements and fixing damage.
Tier 3:
Adaptive Thought: Locusts are absolutely rigid in their directives, however how they accomplish their directives is not so rigid. A Locust that fails a task attempting one approach will attempt another. However, disobeying their prime directives is unthinkable. Obeying the coordinator is as natural to Locusts as eating and sleeping is to humans.
Asteroid Mining: Locusts mine through asteroids with terrifying efficiency. Within 50 years they almost depleted the resources of their own system.
Orbital Platforms: Locusts build three classes of orbital structures: space-elevators, solar farms, and factory complexes. Space elevators efficiently carry cargo from and to the surface without expending nearly as much fuel as a rocket. Solar-Farms provide the bulk of Locust Energy needs. While a Dyson Sphere is more efficient, the creators of the Locusts put in a directive preventing them from building on around the binary system, because they would rather have their suns still shine thank you very much. Factory complexes produce everything that is required to build space-craft. Anything that is used planetside is usually produced there. These factories often orbit mineral rich objects within a solar system, and move whenever that object is depleted to a new one.
Tier 4:
Orbital Construction: Most of Locust Tech is built in space, for space. Massive factory complexes produce Locust Ships.
Skylar said
Without telling any of us what you are doing or where you are going.Yeah, this council is off to a nice start.
If you like that, then I'm starting project FUCK THE WORLD FEED THE WORLD. Bonus points for anyone who gets the reference.
[FIFTH POST]
Lord Robert Green
Stats: Assets (4), Power (0), Production (4), Influence (4), Charm (2)
In a dusty old office that may have been extremely fashionable and sleek back in it's day, sat Lord Robert Green typing away on a datapad. He had quite a few restless nights over the past season, and was plagued with self-doubt. Angered that he let, nay supported a law, that violated his principles was not excusable in his eyes. "For the good of Dahken.", he thought to himself as he gave his support for the Worker's League. He knew something needed to be done, that was certain. Lord Green was not willing to leave the council chambers without passing some sort of law. At least the Worker's League would help stimulate Dahken's economy, even though it is the rich using the poor for their benefit once more. Perhaps he would have been more up to the task of councilor if he was younger. "I would be little more the male-version of Greywind, but then again even at my worst I never made those Biosynth abominations", the lord mused. His typing was interrupted by a flurry of coughs, as was not an uncommon occurrence. What was not common however was a splattering of blood on the table. The old lord's eyes widened, but then he resumed his typing as he muttered: "Get the job done." The phrase reminded him of his time in the underclasses when he worked the assembly line himself. One of his peers lost his middle finger while fixing the conveyor belt, as most factory owners refuse to turn off malfunctioning machines as they are being repaired, as that would slow down production. As his friend screamed in pain while he clutched the bloody stump where his finger used to be, a manager tersely told him to get the job done. His friend worked the remaining 7 hours with his shift with a bleeding hand, he died of infection a week later. Such is the work-ethic of the underclass, you get the job done or you lose yours. This work-ethic is one that Lord Green has retained. The typing stopped, and he clicked send on his letter to Fitzroy. Lord Green sighed, and was about to grab his cane as a hologram of his secretary's head appeared on his desk with a quick chirp. The secretary was an woman twenty years younger than the Lord, but still had hair white as snow, she spoke with a hoarse voice: "My Lord, Madame Greywind requests a council meeting at the arena."
The Lord slowly rose from his seat with help from his cane: "A bit more macabre for my tastes, but this is important. Send a reply that I will be there. Oh, and call for a doctor."
"Yes, my lord.", the secretary croaked, and with a chirp the hologram dissipated. The Lord hobbled to the door, while his cane tapped along the ground.
The old lord drafted a quick message to the owners of the Dahken Arena, detailing that he requested to give a speech before the fight, while they were angry that the Lord asked on such short notice and they had quite a few plans made already, a small donation and the leverage of a council member shut their mouths. Afterwards, he sent out the production order for the various items required for the project. The old lord chanted in his mind: "I will fix Dahken, I will make it better..
Lord Robert Green
Stats: Assets (4), Power (0), Production (4), Influence (4), Charm (2)
In a dusty old office that may have been extremely fashionable and sleek back in it's day, sat Lord Robert Green typing away on a datapad. He had quite a few restless nights over the past season, and was plagued with self-doubt. Angered that he let, nay supported a law, that violated his principles was not excusable in his eyes. "For the good of Dahken.", he thought to himself as he gave his support for the Worker's League. He knew something needed to be done, that was certain. Lord Green was not willing to leave the council chambers without passing some sort of law. At least the Worker's League would help stimulate Dahken's economy, even though it is the rich using the poor for their benefit once more. Perhaps he would have been more up to the task of councilor if he was younger. "I would be little more the male-version of Greywind, but then again even at my worst I never made those Biosynth abominations", the lord mused. His typing was interrupted by a flurry of coughs, as was not an uncommon occurrence. What was not common however was a splattering of blood on the table. The old lord's eyes widened, but then he resumed his typing as he muttered: "Get the job done." The phrase reminded him of his time in the underclasses when he worked the assembly line himself. One of his peers lost his middle finger while fixing the conveyor belt, as most factory owners refuse to turn off malfunctioning machines as they are being repaired, as that would slow down production. As his friend screamed in pain while he clutched the bloody stump where his finger used to be, a manager tersely told him to get the job done. His friend worked the remaining 7 hours with his shift with a bleeding hand, he died of infection a week later. Such is the work-ethic of the underclass, you get the job done or you lose yours. This work-ethic is one that Lord Green has retained. The typing stopped, and he clicked send on his letter to Fitzroy. Lord Green sighed, and was about to grab his cane as a hologram of his secretary's head appeared on his desk with a quick chirp. The secretary was an woman twenty years younger than the Lord, but still had hair white as snow, she spoke with a hoarse voice: "My Lord, Madame Greywind requests a council meeting at the arena."
The Lord slowly rose from his seat with help from his cane: "A bit more macabre for my tastes, but this is important. Send a reply that I will be there. Oh, and call for a doctor."
"Yes, my lord.", the secretary croaked, and with a chirp the hologram dissipated. The Lord hobbled to the door, while his cane tapped along the ground.
The old lord drafted a quick message to the owners of the Dahken Arena, detailing that he requested to give a speech before the fight, while they were angry that the Lord asked on such short notice and they had quite a few plans made already, a small donation and the leverage of a council member shut their mouths. Afterwards, he sent out the production order for the various items required for the project. The old lord chanted in his mind: "I will fix Dahken, I will make it better..
Alright, ColinTraven hasn't responded to my PM, and its been more than a week since my last post. I'm just going to sink the ship, since it was unlikely that he/she will be active in this rp unless there are any objections.
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