The expanse of the northern pole region lay out before the obsidian palace of the Chaplain-Court. Jannat al'-Adn, as it is known, is nothing like the eden spread across the surface of New Ravion. It's surface, riddled with the signs of volcanic activity, appears flash-frozen as if stopped at the moment of activity. Icy arcs exist in the place of magma surges; dense gases from geysers are ceased in mid air. This cold environment of dying, made in the image of the Emperor, will kill anyone attempting to travel through it's frozen mazes.
Firaeon rested against the barricades in the wake of an open roof. He stared inquisitively at the surrounding lands, before turning to Cere, the Judge Magister of Earth;
Cere said to Firaeon: "This new world, this Messiana, what is it like? Are there cities and forests of pardon, as we are told, or is it shifted to a darker period. Am I welcome there, or will I appear as but an illusion and fall with time. Do they follow our faith, or is their judgement yet to come, brother."
So Firaeon thought about this, and said: "It is surely shifted to chaos, as their gates never opened for many. You will be praised and worshiped there as it's legacy commands. Their Korbanot burns their skin, they will never know their Third Temple, as they say they will. It is lost forever and they will never know it again. If we stay faithless, we will fall and it will exterminate us, and we must yet descend into the Divine Comedy for Heofon."
WARNING: This may not make much sense, but there are loads of references to religion here (It's not finished either).
The Undying.
Relatively speaking, my ship is 3km long....I believe what you have are cruisers or frigates...
*The HBS Gatharra sails through hyperspace, the colors of passing stars and light oscilate and separate into multiple spectrums, and ultraviolet light is also seen through the observation windows of the ship. Rear Adm. Bartow is in his quarters, sitting at his desk, thinking to himself...*
Hmm...what would the council want me, of all people, at one of their meetings? I have shown no resistance nor defiance to their rule. My record shows nothing that would say that I should be executed.
What if the Grand Admiral was right? Am I too soft on the rebels?
No. No, no, no, that's not it. In fact it should be good that I am trying to reason with them rather than kill them. I have already quelled 5 revolts through negotiation. A promotion? Possibly. But why go through all this trouble, to set up a meeting with me involved? It might be to discuss our recent pirate attacks and uprisings. Why they are happening, who is responsible (if the Clan is the answer, then it is no one's fault) and how to stop it. That's probably the reason. Otherwize I would have been sent to the border, or near one of the excavation projects on the inner planets.
Excavation...for our History....
History. As far as we know no one knows their true origins. Last records show that a massive catyclismic event wiped out 95% of all live in the universe. How sure are we of that, I don't know. All we know is that we existed before this event, and that we sprawled throughout the galaxy. We even have fossil records of actual animals that lived on Evertha. There used to be life on Evertha. To think: plants, animals, streams...but now only a few planets have actual plants. We know little of our history, simple as that. And there are too many conflicts for anyone to care...
My family has been trying to peserve our family history for almost two-thousand years. The earliest of our stories tells of a golden age of peace, and at one time, every people of the galaxy were allies. But then one day, an evil being came from the heavens, and killed world after world, leaving almost nothing behind. Then, a hero of golden eyes and hair arrived to challenge the savage beast with an ancient weapon. They fought hard, and at the final moment, a green wind reflected a blow from this beast. This wind gave the hero enough strength to defeat the evil that had came down to kill the last of the people. Alas, the hero was mortally wounded, and died. Where, no one knows. But, my family believes that that man had a descendant. And it is from there that the bloodline of my family began. That hero had a name, Firuhnyon. The Fyruhnyon Name has been passed on through the generations, as either a first, middle, or last name. For me, my middle name is Fyruhnyon. Vincent Fyruhnyon Bartow. But it's exactly that: a story. There was no golden age. If there was, something would remain from that golden age. But no. The only things we got from the past now are war machines. Ships with cannons, antimatter warheads, particle beams, etcettera, etcettera. But I truly do wish for a day when I no longer have to fight...
Unfortunately everyone in the clan has to fight....wait....that must be it. That may be why people are revolting. We are being forced to fight...forced to die...for nothing...wh- NO! NO! Ther is a reason to the fighting! I know it! C'mon, Vincent. You have gotten too far in this navy to even think of deserting the Clan!!! No...I won't desert the Clan...
...because I can't. It's impossible...
...It's impossible....for anyone....
*A ping sound comes from the intercom*
"Sir! We are arriving at Evertha!"
"Excellent. Have my ship ready..."
A golden age....is it worth fighting for?
Well i actually ment to say 300 yds wide and 1 mile long making it just 300 yds skinny
Sybertronic.
That's still really small.
Samurye.
THE BEGENNING
Captain Anderson Treblinsky of the GKS Quiver of Artemis was sitting in his mediatation chamber, trying to remember his name. Anderson was at least a third-life ninja, and he had been in the service of the Gatekeepers since immediatly after he reformed. He usually spent a good bit of time meditating on his past lives, trying to remember them, especially his name. It started with an S... Sam... Samu... Samuel? Samuel Rayman? Samuel Ryeson? The last part had something to do with bread... Samuel Wheat? Haha, funny.... Captain? Anderson smiled. He knew that voice. It belonged to the communications officer, Evelyn Hadderson. Evelyn, or Eve as she was also know, was a second life ninja, a bit short, with dark skin and bright golden-blonde hair, and a dazzlingly radiant smile. Anderson opened his eyes, and looked at the officer, and as he did a flash of older recognition went through his brain. Anderson was taken aback by the sudden impulse but not surprised. He often felt that way about her, especially immediatly after a deep-meditaion session. He presumed that it meant that he remembered her from an earlier incarnation, not as she was now, but a different person, a proud warrior defending justice. He felt the same way about the weapons technician Nagaskimaru. Andersons musings were interrupted when he realized that his Com officer was looking at him with an expression of deep concern. "Captain? are you okay?" asked Evelyn. "Yes Eve, just thinking. What is it that you wanted to tell me?" We have a message from GK High command. "You know how I hate those." Said Anderson, and it was true. He didn't exactly trust the motives of High Command, as they seemed more interested in preserving their high lifestyle than helping others. The missions were usually escort, taking ships full of refugees to GK held systems. What troubled Anderson the most was that the ships seemed to be entirely filled with rich executives or diplomats, as if there were no middle classes. "Let me guess" Said Anderson, "Another refugee ship full of wealty businessmen?" "No" replied Evelyn, "this tme it's a middle class vessel, apparently departing for the Blood Drop system." Anderson was intrigued. The Blood Drop system was a red star closely orbited by many massive factory worlds. "Is that all?" he asked. "Well," said Evelyn, "The messenger also specifically ordered that we are to accompany the ship to the nexus star only, as apparently, there will be local guardships on standby to take the ship the rest of the way once we depart." "Interesting," said Anderson. "Tell the Nav officer to set us on the intercept coodinates, I'm interested to see who exactly is on this mission."
Fine if you still thing its small same width and 3 miles long.
This is where my false memories come in.
Note: caused by powerful imagination, not psychological dysfunction. Don't take it seriously.
I somehow have Firaeon's memories, as seen from his own eyes, suggesting I am descended from him. I remember two images and one moving image from him. The first image shows a planet and a cystalline ship flying away from it in high orbit, possibly the Galecroft, I don't know. The second image is what looks like the inside of a vat chamber, but the view is obscured completely by bubbles. The final moving image is probably the most interesting. I remember being aboard this cream-coloured transport looking out at green fields with a golden sky. I turn to Vivea and say "are you ready?", but before I can see her completely, we fly into this black hole or something and we end up somewhere else. I fall out of the transport, and watch the transport fly away into the distance. I'm standing in front of a castle with dark grey stones, and it's raining heavily, and I somehow remember it to be in Scotland. I also somehow know that this happened in the 13th/14th century...
OK my final ship size in miles is 2 width 5 length 455 yards thick and is heavily armed with railguns antmatter missels making it a super battleship.
ok well mine is armed with advanced hacking programs and just for good measure antimatter railgun rounds.
my ship is crewed by one member. the reasoning behind this is aftter the collapse of universal civilization the v'taren were hit the heaviest. be cause of their lack of population they have figured a way to hardwire a lone individuals brain directly into the controls of a starship. this allows for split second changes in thrust and weapons power.
the command structure is similar to mideval fiefs or the knight/squire relationship.
I have been traveling the stars alone for a long time. With the increase in pirate acts against Nova Toya, I have assigned myself to be a service and resupply ship for the VCDN Mephisto. We have begun patroling the nearby star systems for any sign of a pirate base.
"Youngling"
"Yes, Sire?"
"We are being re-assigned to scout up this arm of the galaxy"
"May I ask why, Sire?"
"We have been assigned to find any sort of pre-apocalypse technology that may help us increase the birth rate of our people."
"Does Command have any ideas on where to look?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact they do. We are jumping to the Deneb system first. Should that system come up negative, we are to search the surrounding systems. Understood?"
"Yes Sire!"
Escort
Anderson stood on the bridge of his ship as they traveled along faster than light. As he waited to emerge into realspace he thought about his ship. The Quiver of Artemis was the most powerful vessel in the universe. Built with the riches of the Gatekeepers, she was 111 miles long 21 miles wide and and 10 miles thick. She carried 62,500,000,000 strikecraft, had an extremely fast hyperdrive. She had massive banks of antiparticle beam cannons, high powered lasers, massive reserves of hyperspace missles, extremely powerful shields, and high-level stealth. This, thought Anderson, is truely a great vessel. The two-edged sword of the Gatekeepers, bringing both peace and war. Swords were an important symbol to ninjas throughout the galaxy. It shared some of their nature: harmless when sheathed, but a powerful engine of destruction when drawn. Every high ranking or important ninja whad a sword that was supposed to embody their personality. Anderson thought about that. His sword was in the style of the cross shaped swords of Europe, but made of diamond, its blade edged with crystal clear slashmetal, a substance renowned for its durabilty and its capacity to mantain a razor-sharp edge without ever blunting. It reflected him well: clean, pure, and not hiding anything. Nagaskimaru's sword was a flamberge with black blade and a hilt and pommel that formed the shape of a mushroom cloud, with all the associated colors. Both sides of the crossguard were also mushroom clouds. That sword also summed up Nagaskimarus personality: violent, deadly, and fond of massive firepower. Evelyn's sword... well, she didn't have a sword. She was only a communicattions officer and was equipped with a yellow and white gold plated pistol. Anderson sighed. Even our eldest weapons have come to seperate us. The swords have become nothing more than a symbol of power. Andersons reverie ended as the ship reverted to realspace. Anderson saw the blazing yellow sun of the link-up point. He also saw a mid sized transport cruiser, old and beaten up. He assumed that this was the vehicle he was to be escorting. "Okay people," he said. "Let's go."
All the systems we have searched thus far had turned up negative. We had found what appeared to be an entirely organic fighter craft but its computers were too garbled to do anything with. We have sent it to Command to be analyzed in the hopes that it may be of some use. To further flesh out our small scouting party we have linked up with the VCCA Atlantis one of the largest ships in our sector of space. At 122 miles long she dwarfed my puny hull and at nearly 40 miles wide and 4 miles thick i was naught but a speck to her grace.
She had in the olden days a flight of over 1,000,000,000,000 robotic strike craft. tTime as well as a hundred years of battles with very little resupply has reduced her flight to a mere 500,000,000. Mephisto and Atlantis have been mates for nearly 75 years now, and at 75 miles long the Mephisto is the only other ship in the sector capable of matching her sheer power output and destructive nature.
We have moved a thousand lightyears further up the arm and are now searching in the AMK135567 system for any signs of tech.
"Sires."
"Yes Morpheus?"
"Scans are showing a large power source on the planet below us ma'am"
"Engaging local teleportation array on co-ordinates"
"What have we found Mephisto?"
"It seems to be a sort of cloning device, dear. Morpheus we shall put in a very good word for you with Command. Our sway should provide enough momentum to get you one of those new 60 milers being built on V'tar"
"Thank you sire. I will do my best not to fail you"
"We know, that is why we have requested that upon final upload that you be re-assigned to us."
Ok a little bit more about these guys, they are telepathic, and all new recruits start in a ship similar to the one that Morpheus had. Acquireing a larger ship only happens upon promotion up through the ranks, and to jump from a 2000 yarder to a 60 miler is incredibly rare. The only reason that this happened to Morpheus is because he found what is more than likely the savior of their race.
In regards to ship names a ship itself does not have a name, it is only refered to by the name of the conceousness controlling it. This means that the 60 miler that Morpheus just acquired is the VCC Morpheus and the puny thing he used to have is know as VCS 1146574 and will be know as such until another pilot is uploaded.
Where did you get the money to build all those ships? I only have a big ship because I work for the richest, most elitist, self-centered, concieted group of penny-pinching narcissistic slimeballs in the universe, and then we only have one.
The population of the universe has, as you know, been drastically reduced, so numbers such as '1,000,000,000,000' and '62,500,000,000' are seriously oversized, robotic or other. Knocking off six zeroes from the end would make it more accurate. When the war was in full swing, millions of people were killed rather than billions or trillions. That's a big reduction.
There's a reason for this...
hey I included the robotic qualifier to my fleet of strike craft. and that was pre apocalypse so the original users of them typically had controll of about 1,000,000 at a time. because it has been ahundred years sice she was re supplied her strikecraft have fallen off drastically
in regards to the amount of large ships i have there arent really any more ships the size of the atlantis or the mephisto as those were pre-apocalypse cruisers, and the 60milers take about 75 years to build so the one that morpheus just got is one of the first and it was designated as a reward for whomever found some way of increasing the birth rate of the V'taren cybrate. typical ships are about 2-3 miles long.
Fair enough.
Enheten Igonem Styrka Clan
'Unity Through Force' in the New Engtarone tongue, the Enheten Igonem Styrka Clan is a very prominent government that rules over the majority of what is left of mankind after the cataclysm. Their history of government can be traced back to the legendary En av de Brännande Världar (wink wink Noobsauce), a 'national hero' who unified Evertha after the heartless slaughter of the clan's long gone enemies. Currently leading the Styrka Clan is the President-General Okrossbar, a man supposed to have never lost a battle as commander, and below him the Nattvakt war council. The Styrka Clan are currently warring with the other powers in the galaxy, driving them into a stalemate.
As I said, we only have one of those ships. The strikecraft are computer controlled, and even with all of the galaxys best factories working at maximum capacity, it still took a long time to build, and set the Gatekeepers back a very long way. The Quiver is a serious exception to the usual sizes of GK ships, as the second largest are only 10 miles long, and only 2 of those exist. The Gatekeepers have only 10 mile long ships, and the only other carriers are the two 10 mile long ships. The Quiver almost exhausted the GK economy, and now they are trying to get as many rich persons as possible to join.
That reason being?
The reason is known only by the top leaders in Gatekeeper society.
Okay, despite the logic that has been proposed, the quantities that are proposed to be seen in this era must be reduced massively. Having huge numbers of warplanes swarming the skies would damage or even destroy the theme of disparacy. I also have my reservations against robotic technology - it's strictly speaking a lost art. The Styrka Clan also opposes robots that function independantly, or those that are intelligent.
When I said there were too many warplanes, I was meaning to say that there are more warplanes on that ship than people in the galaxy. I'd put the current population of the galaxy at around 500 million to 2 billion.
If the population is as low as you say, how can all of that territory be occupied? 2 billion is less than the population of one planet, and yet you insist that several square lightyears of the galaxy are colonized. Either that number is absurdly small, or the territory sizes you give are absurdly large.
Yes, this is true, but consider that spatular objects as well as people have been destroyed. Put simply, there's a lot less of everything. A faction needs to control a large region of space to control a relatively miniscule quantity of resources.
BTW, the standard colonial population was only about 100 million before the cataclysm. Large populations existed only on core worlds. Most worlds in the modern galaxy are not completely populated/explored.
Gävalade
The snow-coated city of Gävalade, proud Gatekeeper capital and largest city of the planet Gateway. It is hidden from the rest of the galaxy by an arcane shroud, and outsiders enter only with the permission of the Jade Minister himself.
So, my ship is brought down to about... 5 miles by 1 mile by 1000 feet. Yay.
Eh? The previous size was fine, Samurye.
Well, my ship was 111 miles by 21 miles by 10 miles, right? Well 100 miles of the length were used as hangar space, with 6 of the remaining length miles being used for engines to power the massive ship and communications arrays for coordinating the strikecraft attack formations. 20 of the width miles were used for hangar space wit a 1 mile wide hallway in the middle to get to the back of the ship for matinince work on the engines. All of the height miles were to stack more floors of strikecraft into a smaller space and provide more rooms for the engines. Since the strikecraft are goen, all that hangar space isn't necessary. Because all of the hangars are gone the ship is much less massive, which means that the engines don't need to be as big. The 10 mile height is no longer necessary as the strikecraft are gone and more things can be placed on a single level. The reason that the ship is so small is because all the unneccesay space has been cut out.
I'd recommend using the former hangar space for something else then. Perhaps just more generic uses?
Wouldn't it cost more to build all that extra stuff than it would to build the strikecraft?
meh he accepted my reasoning behind the trillion strike craft on my ship cant see why hed reject any reasoning behind what you put in that space.
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