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The Ghosts of Sol (WIP) Sci-fi, lasers, aliens, other stuff!

@Zugzwang Worry not, friend. The empire headed by the Space Tieflings Ra'Voric is pretty damn fascist.

The Ghosts of Sol (WIP) Sci-fi, lasers, aliens, other stuff!

Ghosts of Sol

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Three hundred years ago, humanity took to the stars in a desperate hurry. Using primitive FTL technology, humankind left the Sol system to escape, something. Through sheer luck and happenstance, they stumbled upon the system that housed the Galactic Council, a massive space station that serves as the capital of the Galaxy-wide government that includes every known race in the Galaxy. It’s been a hectic three centuries, but it seems as though humanity has finally found it’s place among the stars. Now, only one question remains.

Why, exactly, did humanity leave the Sol System? Why have all the records of the journey been mysteriously corrupted? Why have all the probes sent to Sol gone silent?

It seems as though, if humanity is to be a part of the future, they must confront their past.

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Alright, so, with that out of the way, allow me to explain.

This will be a sci-fi RP that takes place in an original universe, in the year 2334, three hundred years after humanity left our solar system for unknown reasons. I’ve mentioned humanity a lot, but worry not, my friends. If you want to play as one of the non-human races I’m going to outline, or if you want to create your own race, go ahead.

The plot of this RP will follow a group of military personnel and civilian volunteers as they investigate what remains of the Sol system. There’ll be a need for all sorts of people. Medics, soldiers, engineers, pilots, about fifty people, of all races.

So, without further ado, let’s outline some stuff!

Timeline

• ~100 CE: The first space-faring race, the now-extinct “Precursors,” finish building Council Station.
• 134 CE: A massive plague breaks out on the lost Precursor homeworld, and soon spreads to Council Station.
• 139 CE: The Precursors manage to develop a vaccination for the disease. However, by this time, the number of remaining Precursors is below five hundred.
• 152 CE: The remaining Precursors discover that a failed cloning experiment was the cause of the plague.
• 180 CE: The last Precursor, a being known as “Alpha,” spends the last days of his life developing a beacon to attract other spacefaring races to council station. According to legend, he died the moment he powered it on.
• 420 - 424 CE: In this period, three races (The Ikari, The Venians, The Ra’Voric) happen upon and reinhabit Council Station. There is some disagreement about the order in which they arrived, with the Ikari and the Ra’Voric each claiming they were first.
• 500 - 900 CE: After some initial squabbles about the ownership of planets near Council, the three races enter a period of peace and mutual benefit. For the first time in known history, races begin inter-mating, resulting in so called “Hybrids.” It is during this time that the Council makes its greatest scientific advancements, including the development of plasma weaponry and modern FTL tech.
• 901 CE: The Ra’Voric emperor is assassinated by a Venian-Voric hybrid. The enraged Ra’Voric call for an end to inter-species breeding. Tensions mount as the the Ra’Voric begin introducing anti-hybrid laws on Ra’Vor Prime.
• 903 CE: After two years of toleration by the other races, anti-hybrid laws come under attack when 600 hybrids are killed by Ra’Voric authorities during a riot. After a month of tense negotiations and peacekeeping efforts, the Ikari declare war on the Voric.
• 903 - 907 CE: The Hybrid Wars take place. Though the Venians swear neutrality, they eventually join the war on the side of the Ikari. The Ra’Voric eventually surrender, and are allowed to extradite all hybrids out of Voric space. The Ra’Voric also officially swear to never breed with other races.
• 920 CE: The fourth Council Race stumbles upon the Station. The Talarians, a flying insectoid race, are allowed to inhabit Council Station and the surrounding planets, but not yet given a seat on the Council itself.
• 920 - 1200 CE: The introduction of the Talarians renews efforts to discover new races. A period of rapid expansion ensues, resulting in the discovery of a plethora of intelligent races in various stages of technological development. None of these races were space-faring at the time of discovery.
• 1200 CE: The Talarians are allowed to join the Council. A law, called the “Beacon Protocol” is signed, saying that only races who were space-faring prior to discovery are allowed to sit on the council.
• 1222 CE: The Precursor language is cracked, allowing for the reading of ancient Precursor documents. The Council learns of the Precursor Plague, and the role cloning played in it. A law, called “The Alpha Protocol” is signed, outlawing cloning in any form or capacity. Many people begin worshipping Alpha as a deity.
• 1224 CE: Alpha Worshippers unite under one banner as The Church of Alpha.
• 1300 CE: The Galactic Standard Language is created, based off of the Precursor language. Up to this point, most people were either multi-lingual or relied on translation technology. The next few hundred years prove to be period of stagnant stability, in which very little of note happens in Council space.
• 1961 CE: Far, far away, humankind sends cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin into space, and thus become a space-faring race.
• 1973 - 2025 CE: On the Venian homeworld of Vena, a cultural revolution occurs. For the first time in a very long time, the Council begins to focus on things like art, music, and literature, as well as increasing the general quality of life. While there are no major scientific breakthroughs or major expansions, this era is fondly looked back on by many races, especially the Venians.
• 2032 CE: For unknown reasons, humanity flees their solar system (called the Sol System) using primitive FTL technology.
• 2034 CE: Human ships enter Council space, signifying first contact. It is unknown what happened during their journey, or why it took them two years at all. Fortunately, the Council was skilled at handling first contact by now, and the encounter was peaceful.
• 2035 CE: After half a year of living aboard their ships in orbit around Council Station, linguists from both sides manage to cross the language barrier. Humanity agrees to take on Galactic Standard as its official language and is given a seat on the Council. This angers the Talarians, who had to wait for their seat for almost three hundred years.
• 2122 CE: A pirate ship, captained by a Human, raids a Talarian vessel and kills its captain, a high-ranking Talarian soldier. The Talarians call this an act of war and declare a war of extermination on humans. Humans declare a war of extermination back. So begins the Human-Talarian war.
• 2122 - 2134 CE: The Human-Talarian War, at that point, the Galaxy’s longest and bloodiest conflict. It eventually becomes a war of attrition, and escalates to the point where the other powers can’t remain neutral. It is at this point that the Human-Talarian war becomes an entirely different conflict.
• 2134-2300 CE: The Great Galactic War, the bloodiest and longest conflict in Galactic History. Billions dead, and general casualties numbering possibly upward of one trillion. End result was that, eventually, all of the races and powers sided against the Talarians. Almost all Talarians are killed and the million or so survivors flee to the outer rim and conquer an unguarded farming colony with little resistance. The Council decides to not intervene with military, deciding that too many had already died as a result of the war. There has been no communication with the Talarians since. Talaria and its moons were terraformed for resources to cover the costs of the war.
• 2322 CE: The Council outlaws the racial empires that had been common up to that point and, instead, creates four new empires consisting of multiple races each. Delegates from each empire are chosen to sit at the Council. Due to this rule change, it is hypothetically possible for a non-council race to sit in the Council, but this has yet to happen.
• 2334 CE: After a period of relative peace, the Council begins to worry about the probes to Sol going missing. This, combined with the fact that there are no records of what, exactly, caused humanity to flee from Sol, has lead the council to establish a small scouting party to investigate.

Races

Council Races

WIP

Non-Council Races

WIP

Hybrids

WIP

Factions

Children of Sol

WIP

Empire 2

WIP

Empire 3

WIP

Church of Alpha

WIP

Technology

Weaponry

WIP

Starships and FTL

WIP

Odds and Ends

WIP

Expedition: Sol

WIP

Character Sheet

MMMMMAAASSSSIVE WIP

Race Sheet

This’ll be for creating your own race. Non-Council races, of course. If you have an idea for a Council Race, PM me and we’ll discuss it.

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Rules will go here, more likely than not.

Video Game Discussion and Review Thread

This is a thread I created for people to share their opinions on, review, and discuss video games. I'll get us started, no?

No Man's Sky, The First Three Hours

No indie game could possibly live up to the hype that No Man's Sky got. Hell, most Triple-A games can't live up to that hype, let alone a studio of ten people.

With that out of the way, let me say that No Man's Sky is not the game I was expecting. I didn't read too much of the promotional materials, or watch all of the trailers. I really should have. If you didn't read some of the dev's interviews, it's totally reasonable to go into this game expecting EVE Online with a greater sense of scale and exploration. I was expecting to be helped or harassed by other players once I got into space. I was expecting sprawling space stations populated by aliens to explore.

That is not what No Man's Sky is.

No Man's Sky is a survival game before anything else. You need to collect materials to power your environmental shielding and life support systems. You need to collect materials to fuel you ship. You'll be constantly juggling around inventory space. You have life meters and life support meters and hazard shielding meters. It's a survival game, like Rust or DayZ or One That Doesn't Have Zombies.

This was most evident for me when I docked at a space station. After being pulled into the superstructure by a tractor beam, my ship landed in a hangar. I got out of my ship to find two doors, on either side of the hangar. One was locked, requiring an Atlas Pass. The other was open and it led to a single room, with a single NPC, and a Shopping Terminal. Space Stations are nothing more than vendors with a single NPC interaction.

It's not all a disappointment, though. For one, this game is huge. The planets are all to scale and you can go anywhere. I've climbed mountains and went cave diving. It's all there. Even in space with your badass Alpha Vector Preorder-Bonus Ship, you feel small when you look at the asteroids and the planets and the space stations. It's nice. The exploration in this game is fantastic.

I'm disappointed, but I've still enjoyed my time with the game. I'm going to play a lot more, and I look forwards to the updates that Hello Games has planned.

The Office

Declan Farraday

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Location: His desk (11) ----> Conference Room

Interacting with himself and the camera crew. Nana mentioned.

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”Yeah,” Declan said, before taking a long sip from a bottle of Dr. Pepper. ”I suppose you could say ‘argumentative.’ It doesn’t seem like the right word, though. ‘Debatative’ isn’t a word, though. Plus, calling them debates makes me sound like a high-school debate team coach or a politician, both of which I hate.” He leaned back in his chair, Sublime still playing quietly through his headphones, which hung around his neck. He listened to the camera crew as they spoke. ”I mean, it is Monday. I can’t well go out drinking on a Monday, can I? I’ll probably just heat up some corn dogs and play video games tonight.”

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Declan actually felt pretty good today.

Normally, he was in a “death is preferable to this” mood every morning. Today, however, he felt good. He’d actually gotten some sleep last night, ate breakfast for the first time in a few months. He was properly caffeinated, and genuinely looking forwards to work. He whistled as he walked into work. Then he remembered that he had a meeting.

”I hate meetings.” He muttered. Of course, he didn’t want to broadcast it. He wasn’t sure if he could get fired for it, but he wasn’t about to test fate. God knew he was barely skating by. He walked past everyone Nana, straightening up in fear as he did so. He hastily walked into the conference room and took a seat, sighing. Avoiding contact with her would only work for so long. He needed to figure out what to do about that. That was a problem for later, though. For now, he leaned forwards in his chair and mentally steeled himself for the boredom that came with meetings.

The Office

Alright alright. Working on a post now. Expect it up in an hour.

The Office

@Morose

Oh, hell's bells, I completely forgot about it. Mine will more than likely be up tonight.

Counting with pictures

The Office

@AbysmalDemon Dude. I don't know if this is a typo, but...

Chris wanked at the camera...

The Office

@sakurasan i was gonna marathon the office a little bit more ;_;

but if y'all say so i'll add it to my binge list.

@QueenOfTheBee

Watch Scrubs. Seriously.

Official Guild Crush and Gush Thread

<Snipped quote by Nevix>
A saint? What for? I just gave you a clickbait astrology reading.

@Cynder

Well, you see. That bit about the Taurus and the Scorpio being enemies? I can attest to it. Right as you posted that, a bull charged through my window and just gored the shit out of me. At first I was blaming God and the bull, but then I realized that it wasn't God or the bull's fault. It's fated in the stars.

On an offhand note, I think I may need some tic-tacs, as I'm bleeding quit profusely. Nev's tech (and medical) support, always open.

(But no, fo' real, it was interesting. Thank you, friend.)