TwistedSun

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Mass Effect:The Cycle Continues

Bright_Ops said
If it's an anti-Christmas bunker, then why are you dressed as Santa Claus? It suggests it isn't Christmas proof enough yet.But yes, the holidays are upon us and our time is often kept busy by our families and loved ones, so don't panic just yet. Our nation ideas will be rejected soon enough. :P

If happens as you say, I might as well get a life for Christmas. Can someone give me its URL?

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Indeed. Building an efficiently working anti-Christmas bunker is such a hard goal to achieve...

Colonial Powers, A NRP of colonisation, conquest and diplomacy.

Ummm... me *ashamed and guilty look*

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Ships...?
I never actually thought of a precise number of ships.
But, don't think wrong of me... I'll do the math right now!

Incomprehensible operations

1- Aeonas has 8 fleets, five of which are for colonial security.
2- Each fleet has one to two dreadnoughts, plus one flag ship.
3- Each fleet has fire power of two times the number of Class-A ships, with those included.
4- Each dreadnought, according to Mass effect wiki, has the kinetic energy of about 38 kilotons of TNT.
5- Each fleet has a fire power around 76 to 152 kilotons of TNT, without counting the flag ships (which usually don't engage directly the enemy) and class-C interceptor units and individual cruisers..
6- ????
7- Aeonas should have 8-16 Class-A ships for sure, 48-96 class B ships, and unidentified number of small class C cruisers.

Aeonas should have around two hundred space-ships armed for war directly under the control of the navy.

Colonial Powers, A NRP of colonisation, conquest and diplomacy.

darkwolf687 said
Seems that way lawl

I'm pretty much out of ideas... these extremists are such a pain in the ass

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The 34th Avalas of the 7701, precisely at four hours, seventeen minutes and seventy-five seconds of galactic standard time after lunch, an insect of the family of Culidae, capable of more than twenty-six thousand wing beats per minute, landed perfectly on a cup of unknown liquid, orbitating with its carrier, a desk of fine birch-wood situated in the 45th sector of alien archeology department, transported itself by the massive interplanetary research station Jabdia, only to be smacked afterwards by the oppressive head-department Ludivg, generating by chain reaction the unmerciful spilling of what thereafter was discovered to be Ourian fine coffee. At the same moment, probably somewhere around the 6th of Ilian road, Valla, eastern continent of Vituvia, chief editor Vol'Hirvig, forty-five, single, characterized by a thicker exoskeleton than its fine collegies, rejected the scriptwork of the aspirant writer Blirgamm, who himself lacked of confidence. At the very same moment, Kirk Valeria decided that something was doubtlessly wrong with the galaxy, and that probably its 8 billion stars had to pack up and definetly leave him alone.
Always, in the same lilliputian instant, the unexpected connection between the 1.507.192th and 1.507.193th neurons caused an illumination to sir Geledron Olian, who deciphered the last glyph necessary to... well, he was not even aware of what big aftermath would have caused that joke of fate.

'Do you see anything?'
'Nothin', I've already told you.'
The darkness was as deep as the lack of words of the two crewmen. The ship had fallen in an unexpected slumber, and all the systems appeared of having been jammed by the traversal of the Gate: not even the assistive emergency lights seemed to work. However air continued being filtrered by the rough machines they had recovered from the older models spaceships. Bemusing how those were the only things that continued working, opposed to some of the most modern technologies their craft was equipped with. Probably all the other mates were alive then, though probably in a state of panic caused by the sudden darkness.
'Have I told you abou-'
'Stop it.' interrupted one of the two.
'What? Oh, c'mon, I have yet to say something!'
'I don't wanna hear about it. If we're gonna die here, I want to die in silence.'

Time passed. Normal. It was an evidence of their existence; they were still in the known universe. And by Vituvia they were! He could still feel his heart beat like never before, his breath on his cheecks, the oppressive feeling of the emergency cap. He turned by his side. That colonization sh*t had gone wrong as expected since the beginning. No wonder their bodies were probably going to be discovered in some years by some other unfortunate souls. He could not help but chuckle at the idea of a spacecraft cimitery.
'Jaletia, the eternal rest of five billions of colonizers.' thought. The crewman could not rest, so decided to turn again to his other side; the cap was terribly bothering, and finding a good position to take a nap was pretty difficult. He sighed, only to be silenced by the mate.
'Shut up, Kirie. Try to not move a muscle or I swear to all of good it's left in this mission I'll end your sufferings personally... now.'
'Umpf. Why are you so quarrelsome? Chill down. There's no hope anymore'. How could he believe there was still some? How naive of him.
'Ah! You should respect your superiors, twit. And yes, there's still hope.'
'How, Commander?' said Kirie, faking a surprised and interested tone of voice.
He heard a soft laugh coming from behind him. 'Hear; you new generations surely don't care of what surrounds you.' said the official, with the typical accent of southern Lorena.
Was it worth trying? The answer was obviously yes. Not that he had more compelling things to do aside from waiting his own end.
He concentrated himself on capturing sounds. The craft was as void of light as of sounds, beside its own heart pulse. However, just before he gave up, a fleeting note whispered at his ears. One to another, he began hearing a more structured sound, composed of thousand of pulses and... and of vibrations. How could the empty space be filled with such a impetuous sound? He... he perceived something outside of the mere sound... storms, particles; conflict, ancestral strength.
He felt something enormous: in front of them there wasn't nothingness, there was...

'A gas giant.'

As soon as his commander spoke, a beam of light wounded the darkness. As the empty shadows began to dwindle, casting obscure meanings on the chamber behind him, the light grew; radiant, soon after filled the scope of view. Next to the light, the giant mass of the failed husk of a star orbited graciously, revealing a particularly strong atmospheric activity. Beneath their eyes flew thousands of crystals, circumnavigating the whole diameter of the gas giant.
Shining gently, the sun rays greeted with joy the arrival of the colonizers, who, baffled, observed their ship returning to optimal activity, as the solar panels sanctioned the first exploiting of that system.

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WilsonTurner said
How the do I have 6 votes for me to stay, and none against or abstaining? I thought I pissed everyone off!Um... How many people are there, anyways, in the rp?There's...1. Iscandarian 2. Septonian 3. Terran4. Nouvellian5. Valkian6. Hivemind, Replacement of7. Sazjhak [I'm sorry I still can't spell it right ;-;]8. Etherals9. Merfolk [can't remember them either]10. Um... that's it, right? Disregarding dropped players and/or unaccepted apps.So I have majority. o.oI was under the impression that my criticism and assholery generally pissed all off. Either Abroe touched the hearts, my dialogue concerning KeyGuy leaving did, or me promising to shut up won.

You shattered my feelings...

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Man I'm so slow at writing my first post >.>
Anyway, just because I don't want this to become a major issue later, may I use a wired-portal system to connect my systems like in mass effect? I was already going to keep up with that track, since my drives are still FAS.

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TwistedSun

Name of civilization: Drahss Federacy
Race: Drahss
Description of race:
Drahss are a L-ammino race, carbon-based and oxygen-breathing, standing anywhere around eight and ten feet in eight. They are bipedal viviparians, with slim bodies - an evolutionary response to their homeworld's high atmospheric density - and a soft and reflective skin; its color varies from a really pale teal to a dark green, usually standing the average individual in the middle of them, with a watered green. Their upper body is, compared to the lower one, significantly thinner, whereas most of the muscular density is in their legs, widely bowed backwards, that gives them flexibility and agility unknown to many other species, allowing large and accurate jumps.
They share several features with Quarians, like an unusual third foot toe, but mostly with their creation, the Geths. In fact they have elongated neck, almost impossible to distinguish from the skull; the latter is characterized by the presence of two mandibles stretching onwards, and a single, slightly outside of the ocular cavity, compound eye, formed by hundreds of individual reflective bluish hexagonal photoreceptor units; this grants them an eyesight comparable to that of other species, though somewhat limited in scope of vision. However, Drahss also use a subconscious echolocation system, which naturally helps them in perceiving the space that surrounds them. For this reason, particularly strong ultrasounds tend to destabilize the Drahss, although not substantially crippling their cognitive or physical abilities.
Nose and mouth usually escape an alien's attention, being them almost invisible and fused with the skin: the nostrils are hidden under the mandibles, composed of one pair for each side; the mouth, located under the eye, is lipless, and composed of two layers of teeth. Their pattern and shape reseamble much that of humans, hinting an omnivorous nature.

Average lifespan of race: 90-110 Galactic Standard Years
Government of race: Federal Presidential Oligarchy

Military description:
One thing that Drahss wouldn't probably understand of other civilizations would most likely be war. Having always lived in an environment without a life chain as harsh as other planets, and so favourable for the formation of peaceful and static societies, Drahss have never experienced a full out war, or a subsequent total annihilation of a culture or group. For this reason, Drahss warfare has adapted to sly and fast tactics, easily permitted by their slender bodies, thus resulting in ancient times in a costant assasination 'warfare' between hostile leaders, hardly harming civils. However, after the discovery of one of Liara's black boxes, simultaneously with Prothean artifacts and ruins on Krothurn's lush moon, Ladae, many governments united together under the project of an organized armed group that would protect both their nations and extra-planetary colonies. Soon, with the unification of Krothurn, the fleet was organized in the modern shape, built on the model of turian one.

Surely the strength of Drahss ground armies lies on stealth and hasteness. Particularly unefficient in frontal assaults, Drahss warfare is naturally set on hit and run strategies, where big and powerful blows can be achieved without heavy losses. This applies also to Drahss navy, organized in many little platoons, often lead by a small cruiser, whose main cannon -built having in mind a smaller and less money-eating dreadnoughts gun, probably using as reference the blue prints of Quarian civil ship's one- fire-strength matches that of many races' bigger ships. Queer however is how much more they excell in building cannons than using them.
Their natural engineering affinity led to the design of ships highly cured both logistically and aesthetically, increasing exponentially their efficiency with many different hulls patterns for every layer of the ship. The rationalization of inner structures and materials awards the Drill fleet with an high maneuverability and adaptability to situations.

After the discovery of an incredibly rich eezo deposit in their home system, Drahss were capable of developing the mass effect fields technology even before they found Liara's black box. For this reason, their first ship assents were very different from those of the Citadel, composed of reflective isotopes that permitted the storage of sun-light through solar panels. Moreover, this permitted Drahss to elaborate an unique shield pattern on their own, more resistant to kinetic bullets than Citadel's one, although decrasing their efficiency against lasers.

No biotics have been spotted, nor implants have been ever suggested; for this reason, Drahss biotic affinity is totally unknown.

Basically, as a summary, Drahss are far more proficient in building complicate and efficient ships than using them, instead excelling in stealth, medical and logistic fuctions.

Important people:

Executive: Vanguard Ilsoni
Comitee member: L'dot Jirvani
Comitee member: Oloteria Grellhan
Comitee member: Khirion Maddoria

C.E.O. Kironniah F'isdon

Imperator: Orelhe Blaktu
Commander: Tardosi Kirll

Religion: The Drahss, having developed under the genial eyes of their creators and the stream of spirits, have a strong sense of spiritualism, and most of them believe everything in the universe having a soul emboding the very essence of the being, which shares a deep and unknowable bound with the rest of existence. Basically without a name, it dates back to the first Drahss societies, as an evolved form of a more primitive cult of ancestors; what influenced mostly this evolution was probably the unusual solar activity of Olia during the neolithic age of Drahss species, probably dating around the Beestonian stage for mankind, that determined an almost constant presence of auroras in all Krothurn highly magnetic ionosphere. Today the phenomenon is still very active, and it is believed that no Drahss can be considered as such without having seen at least once in a life time Krothurn's 'stream of spirits'.
Their religion is not based on menial rites and formulas, nor has revelatory or salvific characteristics: basically a pantheism, fatalistic and perpetually optimistic. In a universe ruled by mad mathematical laws each individual strives between the other spirits of the cosmos in search of his own fulfillment.
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