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I posted within 20 minutes, now gimmie!
More seriously, I look forward to this game and want to get started ASAP.
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Emily giggled a little at the accusations being passed around by the pair of Orussians whilst piling on food. If they paid any attention to that, they might have noticed she was packing on a lot on her tray, just as much as Svetana was. And plenty of hamburger to go with some ships biscuits. And a coke to go alongside it.
"Do I really look that different on a poster?" She inquired playfully, the ignorance of her compatriot being a welcome change from the fanboyism of her roommate, but something she felt she had to correct before further misunderstandings happened. "Okay, I admit I grew up a bit since I was in that photo-shoot and I'm not wearing my usual flight suit getup, but that really is me. I'll take you to one of my movies to prove it to you someday. Anyway, lets eat, I'm famished."
Powers took an open seat as at a mess table and immediately set about assembling biscuit, hamburger, and bacon into meaty sandwiches to consume before picking up her coke and flash-chilling it to her liking. "Want me to chill your drink for you comrade?" She offered friendly, whilst taking a bite of delicious bacon. Oh, that always hits the spot.
"Do I really look that different on a poster?" She inquired playfully, the ignorance of her compatriot being a welcome change from the fanboyism of her roommate, but something she felt she had to correct before further misunderstandings happened. "Okay, I admit I grew up a bit since I was in that photo-shoot and I'm not wearing my usual flight suit getup, but that really is me. I'll take you to one of my movies to prove it to you someday. Anyway, lets eat, I'm famished."
Powers took an open seat as at a mess table and immediately set about assembling biscuit, hamburger, and bacon into meaty sandwiches to consume before picking up her coke and flash-chilling it to her liking. "Want me to chill your drink for you comrade?" She offered friendly, whilst taking a bite of delicious bacon. Oh, that always hits the spot.
For me or for the other military police cadet?
Guess I better post. Sorry about that.
Guess I better post. Sorry about that.
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The Eudaimonia Foundation
Size:
Population: Aprox 90 Trillion
Planets: Aprox 7,000 (and decreasing as evacuations and transfers to city-ships is ongoing)
City-Ships: 3,000,000+
Species: Assorted species, AI's, trans-species entities. Present fashion of form is Terran-humanoid.
Its difficult to classify the Eudaimonia Foundation by any one majority species, due to both the diversity of member races and the proliferation of body resleeving technology allowing persons to remote-control or transfer into new bodies on a regular basis. The present "popular fashion" of form in the universe's dying age are humanoid bodies, which most of the Foundation has adopted over the past 2,000 years and intend to see the end of the universe with.
Culture
The Eudaimonia Foundation is all about pleasure and self-fulfillment, insofar as you respect others rights to self-fulfillment and "live and let live". There are very few written laws in the Foundation, although some planets and city-ships may have their own set of rules as part of a "theme" that are mostly voluntary, but a large number of unwritten social norms and people can live elsewhere if they don't like them. Even death and murder arn't much of an issue on some planets due to active backups and respawns, although its usually not socially acceptable to kill outside of designated regions. But in general, crime in the Foundation is for all intents and purposes non existent as near post-scarcity enables good life for anyone for nothing, and mostly kept to the edges of the Foundation in interaction with other species.
In short, the whole of the Foundation is in a state of permanent vacation. Their near post-scarcity society is run by near-indestructible automated systems that see to every basic need of their creators, and more than a few of their luxuries, and the greatest challenge for any Eudaimonian is to make effective use of their free time. However in order to obtain higher status and luxury, a Eudaimonian has to contribute to the Foundation in a cultural manner, although this is more of a societal expectation rather than a hard hierarchical limit. Exploration, discovery, roleplay, creative arts, and diplomacy are common methods of earning berths on fancier city-ships or getting into parties.
Many worlds and city-ships adopt a "theme" its denizens are recommended to adopt and try out as part of their "rent" for living in luxury, which Eudaimonians consider a pleasant way to add variety to their lives. Some noted examples include a ocean planet hosts itself as a post-post-apocalypse world filled with ruins and adventure amidst the archipelagos, while one city-ship hosts games and entertainment in the guise of an ancient medieval empire with gladiator games and feudal arts, while another city-ship obligates everyone to wear a customized suit of powered armor and has no other rules than that.
Military
The Foundation doesn't possess a standing military, as they have very little need for one. The usual mechanisms and desires behind conquest and imperialism are nonexistant amongst the Foundation, and they would rather have other species join them peacefully or not at all. Live and let live. The Foundation will never start a war.
However, that isn't to say the Foundation is inept at war. Mothball yards of thousands of battleships and battlecruisers from pre-Foundation navies are still maintained, and the same nanotech industry that sustains their post-scarcity lifestyles can be easily converted over to large-scale war industry if absolutely needed. Graviton and antimatter warheads, positron beams, and hyperkinetic railguns firing "fun stuff" are common weapons, while every Foundation ship is equipped with klein-bottle shields that redirect incoming fire onto itself and outwards, providing a powerful defense that while not invincible and can be saturated, is still extremely potent.
However any military effort would be hampered by a lack of manpower and support. While the AI's certainly can run an entire war on their own and the explorer groups can certainly serve as special forces units if needed, unless a exceedingly pressing casus belli is given, any military action will be limited to a handful of volunteers. In terms of material factors, only the city-ships closest to any warzone or predicted warzone will industrialize for war and demothball local warship yards. Support from outside a given sector is rare, and the possibility of the Foundation adopting a total-war mentality as a whole is nonexistant.
But by and large, the Foundation doesn't want to go to war, and its so large and powerful that its not worth conquering for conventional reasons. Although the Foundation's plans to build extra-galactic starships may be a issue for jealous neighbors.
Notes: While the Foundation seems massive and huge, the bulk of it won't even care about interstellar affairs and is effectively a non-entity in outside wars and conflicts. And even then, it will take a serious amount of provocation to rouse any of the central sectors and the oldest and most powerful city-ships. Most of the time, only the rim and frontier city-ships and worlds will be the active elements of the Foundation in the dying stars interacting with other societies.
Size:
Population: Aprox 90 Trillion
Planets: Aprox 7,000 (and decreasing as evacuations and transfers to city-ships is ongoing)
City-Ships: 3,000,000+
Species: Assorted species, AI's, trans-species entities. Present fashion of form is Terran-humanoid.
Its difficult to classify the Eudaimonia Foundation by any one majority species, due to both the diversity of member races and the proliferation of body resleeving technology allowing persons to remote-control or transfer into new bodies on a regular basis. The present "popular fashion" of form in the universe's dying age are humanoid bodies, which most of the Foundation has adopted over the past 2,000 years and intend to see the end of the universe with.
Culture
The Eudaimonia Foundation is all about pleasure and self-fulfillment, insofar as you respect others rights to self-fulfillment and "live and let live". There are very few written laws in the Foundation, although some planets and city-ships may have their own set of rules as part of a "theme" that are mostly voluntary, but a large number of unwritten social norms and people can live elsewhere if they don't like them. Even death and murder arn't much of an issue on some planets due to active backups and respawns, although its usually not socially acceptable to kill outside of designated regions. But in general, crime in the Foundation is for all intents and purposes non existent as near post-scarcity enables good life for anyone for nothing, and mostly kept to the edges of the Foundation in interaction with other species.
In short, the whole of the Foundation is in a state of permanent vacation. Their near post-scarcity society is run by near-indestructible automated systems that see to every basic need of their creators, and more than a few of their luxuries, and the greatest challenge for any Eudaimonian is to make effective use of their free time. However in order to obtain higher status and luxury, a Eudaimonian has to contribute to the Foundation in a cultural manner, although this is more of a societal expectation rather than a hard hierarchical limit. Exploration, discovery, roleplay, creative arts, and diplomacy are common methods of earning berths on fancier city-ships or getting into parties.
Many worlds and city-ships adopt a "theme" its denizens are recommended to adopt and try out as part of their "rent" for living in luxury, which Eudaimonians consider a pleasant way to add variety to their lives. Some noted examples include a ocean planet hosts itself as a post-post-apocalypse world filled with ruins and adventure amidst the archipelagos, while one city-ship hosts games and entertainment in the guise of an ancient medieval empire with gladiator games and feudal arts, while another city-ship obligates everyone to wear a customized suit of powered armor and has no other rules than that.
Military
The Foundation doesn't possess a standing military, as they have very little need for one. The usual mechanisms and desires behind conquest and imperialism are nonexistant amongst the Foundation, and they would rather have other species join them peacefully or not at all. Live and let live. The Foundation will never start a war.
However, that isn't to say the Foundation is inept at war. Mothball yards of thousands of battleships and battlecruisers from pre-Foundation navies are still maintained, and the same nanotech industry that sustains their post-scarcity lifestyles can be easily converted over to large-scale war industry if absolutely needed. Graviton and antimatter warheads, positron beams, and hyperkinetic railguns firing "fun stuff" are common weapons, while every Foundation ship is equipped with klein-bottle shields that redirect incoming fire onto itself and outwards, providing a powerful defense that while not invincible and can be saturated, is still extremely potent.
However any military effort would be hampered by a lack of manpower and support. While the AI's certainly can run an entire war on their own and the explorer groups can certainly serve as special forces units if needed, unless a exceedingly pressing casus belli is given, any military action will be limited to a handful of volunteers. In terms of material factors, only the city-ships closest to any warzone or predicted warzone will industrialize for war and demothball local warship yards. Support from outside a given sector is rare, and the possibility of the Foundation adopting a total-war mentality as a whole is nonexistant.
But by and large, the Foundation doesn't want to go to war, and its so large and powerful that its not worth conquering for conventional reasons. Although the Foundation's plans to build extra-galactic starships may be a issue for jealous neighbors.
Notes: While the Foundation seems massive and huge, the bulk of it won't even care about interstellar affairs and is effectively a non-entity in outside wars and conflicts. And even then, it will take a serious amount of provocation to rouse any of the central sectors and the oldest and most powerful city-ships. Most of the time, only the rim and frontier city-ships and worlds will be the active elements of the Foundation in the dying stars interacting with other societies.
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Jeez, so many violent and non-fun aliens around here.
Maybe I should shift to a Imperialist society to maintain consistency around here.
Maybe I should shift to a Imperialist society to maintain consistency around here.
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Hm, okay. Let my put my first nation concept up here.
My nation is called "The Eudaimonia Foundation", a highly advanced association of worlds and city-ships in the style of the Culture that want to make peace, party, help out minor socities, and explore the rest of the galaxy before its too late to miss out on what hasn't been discovered. Meanwhile they are also looking into what to do after the galaxy snuffs out. Traveling to another galaxy or building new stars are seriously being considered.
Most of the Foundation are made of augmented individuals, predominantly humanoids. Cybernetic, biologic, and nanotech augmentation are common and used by everyday citizens. Even body-swapping between clones or mechanical bodies is available at a affordable level. Life on Foundation worlds is comfortable and highly-automated, if not outright luxurious, for even common citizens. While they do have the capability to become a complete post-scarcity society, its a social decision to only make the basic necessities of life free and ubiquitous. To obtain higher luxuries and status, one has to contribute to the Foundation in some way in a creative or cultural method. Exploration, discovery, roleplay, creative arts, and diplomacy are common methods. More than a few worlds and city-ships of the Foundation adhere to a "theme" that its citizens have to conform or adapt to as "rent" for their comforts, which outsiders might find odd but Eudaimonians think is a hoot and what makes different worlds unique and fun.
In general, the Foundation doesn't want to get involved in wars or conflicts, and tries to position itself as a neutral diplomatic ground for foreign affairs/ tourist resort. In practice though, theres a number of Foundation explorer groups willing to hire themselves out as mercenaries for thrills, money, or desire for violence. And the Foundation does retain the industrial and technological capability (although not much desire) for large-scale warfare if absolutely necessary. However they prefer to absorb minor societies they meet with culture and trade rather than with force.
What do you think?
My nation is called "The Eudaimonia Foundation", a highly advanced association of worlds and city-ships in the style of the Culture that want to make peace, party, help out minor socities, and explore the rest of the galaxy before its too late to miss out on what hasn't been discovered. Meanwhile they are also looking into what to do after the galaxy snuffs out. Traveling to another galaxy or building new stars are seriously being considered.
Most of the Foundation are made of augmented individuals, predominantly humanoids. Cybernetic, biologic, and nanotech augmentation are common and used by everyday citizens. Even body-swapping between clones or mechanical bodies is available at a affordable level. Life on Foundation worlds is comfortable and highly-automated, if not outright luxurious, for even common citizens. While they do have the capability to become a complete post-scarcity society, its a social decision to only make the basic necessities of life free and ubiquitous. To obtain higher luxuries and status, one has to contribute to the Foundation in some way in a creative or cultural method. Exploration, discovery, roleplay, creative arts, and diplomacy are common methods. More than a few worlds and city-ships of the Foundation adhere to a "theme" that its citizens have to conform or adapt to as "rent" for their comforts, which outsiders might find odd but Eudaimonians think is a hoot and what makes different worlds unique and fun.
In general, the Foundation doesn't want to get involved in wars or conflicts, and tries to position itself as a neutral diplomatic ground for foreign affairs/ tourist resort. In practice though, theres a number of Foundation explorer groups willing to hire themselves out as mercenaries for thrills, money, or desire for violence. And the Foundation does retain the industrial and technological capability (although not much desire) for large-scale warfare if absolutely necessary. However they prefer to absorb minor societies they meet with culture and trade rather than with force.
What do you think?
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Hey, I'm fine with that timescale.
But could you leave us with a nation sheet to work with? We could get started on concepting our nations while your gone. Just to get in the right frame of reference of how we want to interact with eachother.
But could you leave us with a nation sheet to work with? We could get started on concepting our nations while your gone. Just to get in the right frame of reference of how we want to interact with eachother.
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I'm in. This reminds me of one of Issac Asimov's short stories "The Last Question", which also was centered around how stars were dying.
Can't decide whether to play a Culture-like society or a warmonger culture. Choices, choices, choices. So much possibility in a dying universe.
Can't decide whether to play a Culture-like society or a warmonger culture. Choices, choices, choices. So much possibility in a dying universe.
"My my, such a mouth on a cadet. Such a rare thing in these times." Remarked Laura as she walked in on the barracks of trainees, glancing about at the trainees who had been fixed upon Amelia's tirade. This was one cadet who knew exactly what she was getting into and what she was after. To sponsor her, or humiliate? Ah, choices.
"I'm certain you will perform well in the service of the King and Military Police if your abilities match your tongue." She continued as she walked in among the trainees who stiffened at her gaze. "Hey, hey. Why all the long faces? Isn't this a moment of sharing? Come on, speak. Tell me about the person who stands to your right. No need to feel shy. Afterall, there was plenty of time for Cadet Voclain to tell her life story to everyone, surely someone knows something about someone else."
Laura turned, looking about the crowd of trainees who had been so transfixed by Amelia's speech that they forgot to share amongst themselves, and withered her in eyes to try and hide their ignorance. Such sheep. On second thought, maybe she ought to keep Amelia around, at least she could make them keep their eyes on her, something that could come in handy in the field, if she'd learn to respect her superiors. But for now, to make a statement- "So what have we learned about eachother? Anyone?"
She stopped in front of Rayen and Shuya. "You two, what have you learned about eachother?"
"I'm certain you will perform well in the service of the King and Military Police if your abilities match your tongue." She continued as she walked in among the trainees who stiffened at her gaze. "Hey, hey. Why all the long faces? Isn't this a moment of sharing? Come on, speak. Tell me about the person who stands to your right. No need to feel shy. Afterall, there was plenty of time for Cadet Voclain to tell her life story to everyone, surely someone knows something about someone else."
Laura turned, looking about the crowd of trainees who had been so transfixed by Amelia's speech that they forgot to share amongst themselves, and withered her in eyes to try and hide their ignorance. Such sheep. On second thought, maybe she ought to keep Amelia around, at least she could make them keep their eyes on her, something that could come in handy in the field, if she'd learn to respect her superiors. But for now, to make a statement- "So what have we learned about eachother? Anyone?"
She stopped in front of Rayen and Shuya. "You two, what have you learned about eachother?"
Powers gave up on finding her striker as the lunch call sounded, figuring that it was likely in the machine shop for maintenance. It was then she realized she had no idea where the mess hall was. Meaning she had to ask for some directions.
"Excuse me seaman, could you direct me to the secondary refectory?" She asked, tugging on a technician's sleeve. The young man wearing said sleeve promptly turned to answer, only for his jaw to drop when he saw the questioner, then peered over her shoulder before looking back. Briefly turning to see what he was gawking at, Emily was met with a World War Neuroi movie poster someone mounted on a column, with her face (and the rest of the main cast) on it. And more than a few other sailors were beginning to realize who was walking amongst them. She better snap them out of it before they started asking for autographs, not while she was hungry. "Sailor? Give a girl a bit of direction?"
"Ah! Sorry ma'am. Second mess is six bulkheads towards the stern, then up a deck. You shouldn't be able to miss it.....ah, Lieutenant Powers."
"Thank you seaman. Carry on." With that, Powers strode out, taking in the hushed awe that was spreading faster than light among the crew as she walked along the deck. The awe of a movie star on their very own ship. Powers felt a certain swell of pride in their attention, and responsibility to her audience. She was on stage now, like heck she was going to let these expectant boys and girls down. But first, food. Her magic-hunger was kicking in again.
Walking into the mess, Powers found she wasn't the first one there as a Orussian witch was at the lunch line waiting for food to be served. Falling in alongside her, Emily picked up a tray and decided to make some light conversation as they picked up their meal. "Hamburger, mashed potatoes, peas, and...* sniff sniff* is that bacon I smell? Man, they're pulling all the stops to welcome us onboard." She remarked as the mess cook girl stacked up the buffet for the witches to pick and choose. "I'm Emily Powers, you must be one of the Orussian tank witches with us? Looking forward to seeing you in action."
"Excuse me seaman, could you direct me to the secondary refectory?" She asked, tugging on a technician's sleeve. The young man wearing said sleeve promptly turned to answer, only for his jaw to drop when he saw the questioner, then peered over her shoulder before looking back. Briefly turning to see what he was gawking at, Emily was met with a World War Neuroi movie poster someone mounted on a column, with her face (and the rest of the main cast) on it. And more than a few other sailors were beginning to realize who was walking amongst them. She better snap them out of it before they started asking for autographs, not while she was hungry. "Sailor? Give a girl a bit of direction?"
"Ah! Sorry ma'am. Second mess is six bulkheads towards the stern, then up a deck. You shouldn't be able to miss it.....ah, Lieutenant Powers."
"Thank you seaman. Carry on." With that, Powers strode out, taking in the hushed awe that was spreading faster than light among the crew as she walked along the deck. The awe of a movie star on their very own ship. Powers felt a certain swell of pride in their attention, and responsibility to her audience. She was on stage now, like heck she was going to let these expectant boys and girls down. But first, food. Her magic-hunger was kicking in again.
Walking into the mess, Powers found she wasn't the first one there as a Orussian witch was at the lunch line waiting for food to be served. Falling in alongside her, Emily picked up a tray and decided to make some light conversation as they picked up their meal. "Hamburger, mashed potatoes, peas, and...* sniff sniff* is that bacon I smell? Man, they're pulling all the stops to welcome us onboard." She remarked as the mess cook girl stacked up the buffet for the witches to pick and choose. "I'm Emily Powers, you must be one of the Orussian tank witches with us? Looking forward to seeing you in action."
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