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7 yrs ago
Current Teaching myself web development by trying to fix some BBCode bugs/features in the Guild is probably a bad idea. Oh, well.
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7 yrs ago
Depression is literally soul-sucking.
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7 yrs ago
If school were less hard, it'd be less interesting. I still want it to be less hard, though.
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8 yrs ago
GUYSGUYSGUYS - I PASSED DYNAMICS!
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9 yrs ago
Adventures!
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Maybe I'll update this.

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Imperial Shuttle
"Exiting hyperspace," Captain Bonma said.

Emperor Palpatine felt thousands of Imperial personnel spiral away from him. They were there for an instant, dwarfed by Vader's beaconlike presence in the Force, before something powerful snatched them all away. In half a moment, something had destroyed decades of hard work and careful planning. Palpatine gasped. He could sense blossoming confusion in the shuttle's pilot and crew. Beyond the shuttle's confined walls was nothing. There was no welcoming committee, no escorting TIE fighters, no Death Star. The low, distant thrum of Imperial Center was gone. Anger boiled within him.

"NO," he said. He would not let whatever it was destroy the galactic systems he'd created. Emotions were the only worthwhile truth; edges worn raw by contact with power were the only evidence that mattered. Whatever dragged Palpatine away from his Empire would fall to the truths of the Force. The emperor channeled his anger outward, forcing his senses to expand dramatically.

@Lmpkio
There was an impossible presence nearby in the Force. A Jedi. It had been so long since Jedi could detect him that Palpatine hadn't shielded his presence. With luck, they wouldn't have noticed him before he re-shielded himself.

Much farther away, a bright beacon approached, power rippling in its wake. It was the same thing that had ripped Palpatine's home universe away from him.

Finally, faintly yet nearby, there were beings similar to Force Ghosts. If Palpatine had not been an expert at masking his own presence, he doubted that he could detect them.



Anubis' Mothership
Behind a dark, shifting mask, Anubis smirked and stared at the ascended beings observing him. Of course they were on a higher plane of existence, so he appeared to be smirking at nothing.

Janus was also glaring at the ascended beings gathered on the bridge of Anubis' mothership.

"Your insistence on following non-interference to a fault is absurd," he said to the Others.
"We're simply allowing you to see the consequences of your actions," they replied.
"Hardly. If it were up to me, then those rifts would have been closed."
"The universe will always seek equilibrium."
"And we, as sentient, intelligent beings, can and should manipulate that equilibrium to our benefit!"
"You do not yet understand."
"I was about to say the same thing."
Ahel
The Others dragged him to the Ahel. Janus could see the quiet conversation between the ship's captain and one of the officers. He'd been sloppy. The manipulations to widen the interdimensional rifts into proper portals meant that he had had to be detectable to the mortal plane. The margin between the ships appearing and his re-ascension had been small enough that nobody would see him, except the crew of the Ahel apparently had.

That was concerning, but he didn't know what it meant. It certainly wasn't as concerning as Anubis pulling in Emperor Palpatine.

Then again, maybe one variable could lead to the resolution of another. It would have to be subtle; he had to walk the line of non-interference now.

@Dnafein
He changed a variable in the Ahel's computer core, making it look like frighteningly specific cosmic ray interference. The sensor station abruptly focused on the newly-arrived Imperial shuttle, then flashed back to the other ships.
The deadline for finishing character sheets has passed! While I will want to open the RP back up to new applications, for now, I want to focus on building a healthy IC with the people who already have at least expressed interest. The purpose of that deadline was to avoid having new ships constantly popping up before any sort of plot could advance.

Explicitly stated: if you have not at least posted in the OOC before now, then please wait a week or two for the RP to open up again before applying to join.



@Anomaly758 With regard to posting order, generally I try to leave a minimum of two or three posts before posting again. The ways I know of that RP's die are:
Most play-by-post etiquette stems from trying to avoid those things. Beyond that, post as often as you're able.

As far as the fighter situation goes, I'm not sure it's a bad thing. The lack of fighters puts you in a need to get both more fighters and people, thus giving you an avenue to force interaction with other players or the world and make difficult decisions, thus driving the story/game forward.

If it really bothers you, though, I suppose it could be changed (we're not that far into the game, after all); personally, I would look at it as an opportunity to make something interesting happen in the roleplay.
This is tempting. I was just looking at my Fairies from one of the earlier iterations of this thing.
From Stargate - Alliances


Created by Queen Raidne
From Stargate - H.M.S. Tempest


I'm very interested in Head of Research. Could be a fun position. Please forgive some formatting errors; I've yet to fully adjust to the new site.
Edit: Wow. I hadn't read the IOA Rep's bio until after I posted. Talk about a marvelous coincidence!

|Appearance: Fair-skinned and short of height with dark green, almost gray eyes. His hair is a thick dark brown, well-parted and short. He has dyed his temples gray (or perhaps his hair is prematurely gray and he's dyed the rest brown). He also sports a mustache and goatee. His face, with its strong jaw-line and generally rectangular shape, has a very few wrinkles, mainly on his brow.
|Name: Dr. Abel Ishpetyr
|Title: Doctor (awarded Sc. D. from the University of Cambridge for work in theoretical physics; PhD in Acoustics from the University of Cambridge)
|Role: Head of Research
|Unit: Research
|Age: 32
|Gender: Male
|Reason chosen for Tempest: Someone very high up "owed" him a favor; not that he's particularly unqualified, so it was no great loss for him to be assigned to the Tempest. The "official" reason cites his experience leading a team of researchers and his work in theoretical physics, not to mention that working with sub- and hyper- space comes incredibly naturally to him.
|Personality: A façade of pleasantness, smiles, and good manners. Behind the façade, he is manipulative and political. Very, very political. Every power, event and person is an opportunity to him. Mildly vindictive.
|Short Biography:
In truth, and as one of his greatest secrets, he never achieved a PhD in Acoustics. Dr. Ishpetyr came very close, but there was a girl involved. He made the mistake of pursuing her, rather than his degree. She dumped him, and then he realized his mistake. In desperation, Able got a "friend" to hack the records, gained leverage over a faculty member or two, and moved on with his life. Before he moved on, however, he carefully sowed the secrets of his former girlfriend amongst her colleagues, friends and family. She dropped out of university a month before completing her degree, and he never heard from her again.

His second greatest secret is that he never got over her, and is plagued with guilt at what he'd done. Occasionally he'll discreetly and anonymously make her life better; he's her "guardian angel".

Other than those juicy bits of unshared gossip, he studied abroad at MIT in the United States. He earned a dual Aerospace Engineering and Physics major with a minor in Mathematics after six years of difficult course work. For graduate school he (obviously) returned to his native England.

After earning his doctorate, Dr. Ishpetyr was the head of a research team studying the fluid, acoustic nature of spacetime. Several years into their research he very nearly independently discovered and confirmed the existence of subspace. However, funding mysteriously dried up before he could complete the study — a civilian hacking into subspace communications bands would be very bad for the Stargate program. Thus Abel's attention turned to the Stargate program.

He didn't know about it at first, of course. But the deeper he dug, the less sense things started to make. Tracking the financial status of research studies, a pattern began to emerge. Any research into spacetime seemed to halt prematurely — either the lead researchers would mysteriously change careers, funding would disappear, or some other small disaster occurred. And the more he dug, the more he found. Astronomical data, in particular, was either very poorly tracked or simply absent at times. A model revealed that the blurry "holes" in the data tracked across the sky and moved in an impossible manner. Certain recent projects and inventions had plenty of funds, but not enough personnel, or vice versa. Yet the advancements kept coming, apparently impervious to the pressures other projects felt.

So he called in a few favors, met the right people, found the right leverage, and finally ended up in a secure room being briefed about the Stargate program. Then he was "invited" to participate - a result he found very agreeable. After all, he figured, if such a massive secret was kept from the public, what secrets were they keeping from themselves?

The Americans, it turned out, were hiding something. Something involving a pattern in cosmic background radiation, a covered-up base codenamed "Icarus", a lost expedition to somewhere codenamed "Destiny", and a rather involved equation that he only caught bits and pieces of. It became his newest obsession, but he'd learned all he could whilst on Earth. So the Tempest seemed like a natural means to get closer to the mystery.
From Ashes to Ashes


Fairies!


It's fairies In Space! along a semi-sentient magical hyperspace path that lets anyone walk from world to world (at the Path's pseudo-random whims), if you can find it in the first place.

|\Name of nation: The Faerie Inns

|\Summary in a Sentence: Fairies living in hyperspace that can literally walk between worlds (and so can everyone else, mostly).

From A Superpowered War


I'm having entirely too much fun with this. <3

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|Name: Aria
|Age: 19
|Country of Origin: Italy
|Power(s): Dimensional Awareness: Aria's mind is attuned to the electromagnetic spectrum of an alternate dimension (specifically this one). She's been driven mad {I am not mad!} (in everyone else's eyes) by sights of gray rectangles and white text detailing her life and those around her.
|Greek Name: Upsilon
|Appearance: Brown hair, frizzy, curly, and everywhere. 5'4". One green eye, one blue. Often with a far-off, wild-eyed look about her face. Scrawny, like she never eats. {I do too eat!} Dressed in clothing from at least three different styles and decades, little of which matches. She stands out, to say the least.
|Personality: How do I describe Aria? She's funny, sometimes, and poignant at other times. But most of all, she tends to remind me of a lost puppy. {Don't build me up too much, hey?} Honestly! She'll bug me about the most random things sometimes, like going on and on about goggles. {That was one time, thankyouverymuch.} I think maybe Aria's just lonely.
|History: To be honest, she's forgotten much of it, and her superpower's not been much help. {Really‽ That's it‽ Real helpful, thanks.} She's tried to reason with whatever intelligences (or even to determine if there are intelligences) are on the "other side" quite a few times, with mixed results. {Hello?} The first time she witnessed the vision, in fact, she learned little about her past, and then shortly afterward made contact. Erm, hello, by the way. {Holy crap, it worked! That's super freaky, hey? Are you, like, me in a different world?} But the brief contact then ended. {What? No it didn't.}

{Hel-looo?}

{Damnit.}


From Stellvia




|Name of nation: Eastwing

|Species: Khasi


|System: The Khasi system consists of one yellow star and five planets.


|Description of government:


|Description of military:


|Technological Overview:


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|History:
From Patchwork


{Dead :( }
{This post subject to change}
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~o~0~o~
This world is not our own, but we may be here to stay.[/center]

It's an average day in your faction's universe when there's a great flash of sizzling red on the horizon and a boom like the thunder of a thousand cannons. At the edge of a perfect 1-mile wide hexagon, the land ends. It's been replaced with a great freshwater sea. Other islands are visible in the distance. Perhaps land continues beyond your island, but it is not what you're familiar with. Now it's up to you to survive, thrive, or possibly escape in this new world.

Islands hold dark shapes, ruined cities, strangely glowing crystals, forboding castles, massive forests, secret temples, cities towering up to the clouds, creatures of myth and legend, or perhaps even other factions.

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This NRP is multiversal faction based. That means that you can select any videogame, book, tv show, movie, other form of media, or real life, grab a mile-wide hex chunk of land (or sea, or space-station), and throw it and its inhabitants into this new world. There are other islands to explore, and other factions to meet, trade with, and possibly war with. I may, as the game continues, start teleporting in even more islands, or throwing "mega events" at you (such as a hurricane, or, oh, I don't know, rearranging the hexes).

Important note: Everybody should start off at an approximately similar level of surprised and mildly screwed. So, sure, you may have star-trek technology, but you might not have power, farmland, or a large amount of people, for example. Or perhaps your magic kingdom lost its connection to the mana-field, and your chief sorcerer's are forced to research the aether fields of this strange new place. I'll mostly trust you to self-limit.





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{I'll start filling in factions as they come along} {{Feel free to make suggestions of parcels of land to teleport in - I may or may not use them}}

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* You may also, if you like, RP a single character. Below is the character sheet to allow for that. The single character in question would get teleported to Patchwork via a "mini" red-hex event.







I'm always open to questions, comments, or suggestions!
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