Ever had a idea for a short rp but didn’t have a bigger thread to incorporate it? And then you forget it and it gets lost forever? Well then this is the place for you!
Chronicles from across the sector is a thread for all your short RP ideas that you don’t want to create a full thread for. It’s a interstellar holo quick news for RPs if you will. Hope you enjoy!
[0BBT]
It was gloomy and dark when the boy returned from school. He was used to travel to and from on his own, there’s no large travel distances in Visten communities so he can get around on foot easily. The house was empty. Father was off on Ilanor doing business as usual, but mother was supposed to be home.
“Mother I’m home!”
The boy said, but no one answered. He called again:
“Mother, where are you?”
Silence again.
He started looking around the house, searching for her. Then he got to her room. It was a mess inside. Everything was thrown around. There was a note on the table. The handwriting was messy and twisted. It was saying something about not being able to take it anymore and how sorry she is for what she’s done and what she’s doing. The boy couldn’t understand the note’s meaning, he was too young.
He continued looking around, untill he got to the attic
“Mother?”
He said opening the door. Blood was everywhere. The room was basically flooded with it. And in the middle of it the boy’s mother layed, together with one of his father’s swords. The boy screamed and cried for his mother, and then Mirion then woke up.
A nother nightmare. He had them more than once a week. No amount of therapy ever helped Mirion get over what he saw that day. His mother was one of many who underwent reassembly to better fit into the Galactyan society they lived in. She was also one of many who fell into deep depression after losing their telepathic empathy and took their own lives. Mirion blamed Galactya every single bit for the death of his mother. To him they ware the bad guys, a civilization of non caring assimilators. Not better than the hive minds of old terran fiction.
As he woke up he went and checked his messages. One was from command. As soon as he’s back from break, which was tomorrow, he was to take command of the INS Drop of rain and lead it on a scientific mission to the very east of the sector, even more east than the Akropii Republic, some sort of mirial anomaly was detected there. His new ship, the Drop of rain, was one of the first constructed in a new class called the droplet class. Equiped with more advanced technology than any corvette constructed by Calerost before it, it was to eventually replace the spark class. It needed a lot of field testing before that tho, and Mirion was there to do part of it. He had no idea how important his mission would be.
He went and had brakefast, and then went to the temple to pray and meditate.
The Writ of the Sea [593 BBT]
Zelain stared into the deep blue waters. It was strange to think back on his life. Just 17 years ago, he’d been on object of pity. Now, he was revered almost as a god.
But Zelain was no god, this he knew clearly. He had felt the winds in the morning; he had consulted the stars at night. The lost arts of the avansi had made one thing clear to him.
He was dying.
He was pulled from his mind’s eye by a slight ripple in the water. He looked to the Priest standing besides him. As far as he knew, none had seen a Priest’s cloaked face. They were a secretive race, and Colonus left them to their privacy. Zelain didn’t fear them. But he know that where there are priests, there are gods. And he was here to meet one.
It was night by the time they next ripple came. Neither Zelain nor the Priest had moved from the floating platform since they’d first arrived. Time was nothing to an avansi. He could afford to be patient. More and more ripples started to appear. The Priest dropped to his knees in a stance of prayer. Man was about to meet god.
And what a god it was, more beast than divine. The Jellie easily measured a kilometer wide. It seemed as though the water that poured from it’s head could flood an entire planet. This was no ordinary god, no. This was their God. And for the first time, the Priest spoke.
“Highest Lord of mortals, I have the honor and privilege of introducing you to Kvaath the Prophet, highest lord of divines. We have reason to believe he’s as old as space itself, but I’m sure you’d appreciate the more scientific guess of 63 million years.” Zelain stepped foward, trying to keep his composure in the face of such magnificence. He turned to the Priest. “Ah, yes, I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here. It’s quite simple, really.” The Priest stepped forward. The glint in his eyes shone through the shadow of the hood.
“You’re here to learn the future.”
The Last Hope [2 BBT]
Cassian watched as the second shift entered the factory, taking over from the exhausted first shift. After all, everyone would be extremely tired after 12 hours of non-stop work. He was going to go to sleep now and work on his project later.
He walked through dusty, unpaved streets, passing near other factories and living blocks. He coughed throughout the whole way, choking on the smoke from the factories and dust from the road. He quickly passed through the distribution point, taking his meal packet from a small hole in the wall.
He passed near two security droids, quickly mutering “Glory to the Great Comissar”. One of the necessary procedures to make sure the slaves were loyal. Most of them were anyways. They largely didn’t even bother implanting chips, unless you were really troublesome. All that those people knew, was being slaves. They wouldn’t even bother thinking about changing that, because they didn’t believe something could change. Envari were the masters, they were the slaves. That’s how its been long before them and how it will be long after them.
Or maybe there was hope. Stories. Transport workers traveled around entire Comissaria, bringing news and stories from other settlements around the planet. Thanks to them, it really felt like they were all one people, not a number of isolated tribes.
Cassian recalled a couple of these stories. Brave soldiers marching through the snowy homeland of the red and black Soviets or battles againts the fearsome desert warriors of ISIS.
He finally reached his block. He went up the small elevator, walked through the labirynt of narrow hallways, finally reaching his room. It was small, 15 meters squared at best. theere were five dirty matresses laied on the ground. He sat on one of them, taking care not to sit on a small pile of parts scattered around it. He opened his meal packet and started eating.
What he didn’t know, was that this small pile of parts was the much needed glimer of hope. Which, one day, would ignite a rebellion.
• 2883 BBT •
In the depths of the Ojkesvi Star Cluster, a lonely brown dwarf had recently started forming, and was becoming a popular attraction: many cruise ships changed their old courses to insert a deviation to the Gahennah Brown Dwarf, and more and more telescopes of the habitats and worlds around the other stars in the cluster pointed their lenses at the beautiful object. Even the Eidoboros Array decided that, when the dwarf’s first light would reach it, it would utilize one of it’s sections to record a hyper-detail, “live” transmissions for everyone to enjoy. Some in the Ministry Of Infrastructure had even started to propose the construction of a belt of Bishop Rings and O’Neill Cylinders in non-disruptive orbits around the dwarf and it’s accretion disk, that could be easily obtained from the enormous number of larger asteroids orbiting it just outside the ionized disk. It would take around a decade to complete, a blink of an eye in the hundreds of thousands of years left in the formation process.
One day, with no ship passing through, and only some proto-sapient probes orbiting the outer edges of Gahennah’s gravity well, two large objects entered the system. While nothing more than microscopic specks of fine dust in comparison to the enormity that was the shining brown dwarf, they were still easily between 1 or 2 kilometers in length, travelling above the swirling disk at more than three quarters of the speed of light.
The two objects were actually sapient, artificial entities. They resembled titanic jellyfish, with an opaque white skin crisscrossed by few lines of glowing golden lights, giant smooth tentacles streaming behind them as they traveled; their underbellies were completely full of rings and lines of brightly glowing spots, which radiated away the heat produced by the interior systems and engines of the two creatures. Above their heads, shining concentric halos of luminescent lights that symbolized their status: they were Great Medumanns, the high transapient leaders of the banks in which the much smaller modosapient members of their species traveled. The Medumanns had first arouse some 1500 years prior, as the result of a Galactyan provolution on some unsentient neumann probes. Since then, they had been integrated as members of the Galactyan Empire, and had created a unique series of cultures revolving around travel in the interstellar depths of Imperial Space.
These two Great Medumanns, mother and son, had separated from their bank to explore the dwarf system, and would meet back with the others in some days.
As they conversed, they both decided to lower themselves through the disk: as they flew through the ionized helium and hydrogen at relativistic speed, their antimatter shields glowed with a beautiful blue light, geometric patterns and waves pulsating as the energy generated from the impacts with normal matter was being gathered and redirected into their internal energy storage.
As they reached the giant pillars of gas being lifted by the dwarf’s chaotic magnetic field, they both slowed down to a much, much smaller fraction of their previous speed. As the mother entered middle orbit around Gahennah, her child slightly sped back up, and started to fly between and through the currents and pillars, their pico-rejuve systems handling the radiation damage.
After some time, the mother called back for her child, who reluctantly flew back to her, and joined her in orbit. As was tradition, they remained there for three days, collecting the energy emitted by the bright dwarf. Their minds united in a sub-virch node, where they discussed and formulated ideas and theories that no modosapient mind could hope to comprehend.
After this brief period, they both fired up their engines and, after aligning themselves towards one of the other stars in the cluster - where their bank was now resting - they blasted away at hundreds of times the speed of light, using the energy gathered from the disk collisions as a notable speed boost. They would meet back up with the rest in a day or two.
530BBT
IMPERIAL PALACE
Eglegil Elentar, crown prince of Calerost, was sitting in the yard pondering over ancient scrolls and modern recordings, taking notes. He has been sitting there for hours, fully immersed into what he was doing. He was onto something. If he could connect thr modern recordings with the prophecies of old, which he was close to, he could unlock the future, more specifically one event that he dreaded
Leliel Elentari, his wife, happened to pass by. She was re arranging their wing of the palace and removing junk. They have moved into this wing only recently, after Eglegil ended his temporary stay in the navy. They came to the conclusion that it’s a better place for their children to grow up when compared to the imperial palace in Calerost city. She took a peak over his shoulder at the texts
“What are you pondering dear?”
“The texts match up too closely to some recent events. Look at this for example: “In that day, after the far whispers go silent around the gates of the gods”. Couldn’t that refer to the communication jams in the northern frontier? The gates of the gods could refer to Gil and Sain Miria, the mirial wormholes. I belive we live in the prophesized times, but can not find enough evidence to create a claim strong enough to present to the high priests.”
Leliel looked at the texts curiously. Eglegil was right, tuere was a lot of overlaps
“And what does the prophecy say?”
“That death will spread like disease, there won’t be enough singers to sing funeral songs for all, that our own creations will being us to our knees, but that Queltar’s blade will prevail in the end”
“A war with our own creations… Interesting. What could those creations be? AI is restricted to strictly never be sentient, and bioengineering is strictly regulated. I can’t think of anything.”
“Neither can I, but it terrifies me. I need more prophetic texts from the era this one was written, i need to figure this out”
“Don’t overstress yourself about that which is yet to come though. We live in the present and should act like that. The future is important, but don’t ruin your mental state in the hope of finding something that might not exist. You have a problem with that. You don’t need to be the savior of the world, be yourself and live your life.”
Eglegil puts down the scrolls and his notebook and stands up, holding his wife’s hands, smiling.
“lady Leliel Elentari of the house of Harthor always has words of wisdom for her husband, but he’s too stubborn to take them.”
“Maby one day crown prince Eglegil Elentar of the house of Haerlben will take them and not be haunted by stress, but it doesn’t seem that it will be this day.”
“Where’s Lûthion?”
“In the main garden, playing with his grandmother”
“Maby we should join them, but first…”
He hugs her tightly and she drops the box she was holding
chuckles “Hey!”
“Oops”
85 BBT
“BORN TO THE PROUDEST MOTHERS, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“MOST LOYAL WARRIORS OF THE EMPEROR, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“BAPTIZED IN MIRALINE BLOOD, WHO ARE WE??”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“HOANED TO PERFECTION IN THE FIRE OF COMBAT, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“GUIDED BY THE LIGHT OF SAINT LÛTHION, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
" FUELED BY QUELTAR’S OWN WRATH, WHO ARE WE?!"
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“WHILE TREES STILL GROW IN THE HOLY FOREST, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“WHILE FISH STILL ROAM ILANOR’S OCEANS, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR”
“WHILE THERE’S STILL HERETICS IN THE UNIVERSE, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“UNTILL THE LAST DROP OF OUR BLOOD IS SPILLED, WHO ARE WE?!”
“THE HATALOQUALTAR!”
“OH QUELTAR, LORD OF WAR!”
“HEAR OUR VOICES!”
“WE ASK FOR ONLY ONE THING!”
“FOR HEATHEN BLOOD TO BE SPILLED!”
“AND IF WE ARE TODAY TO FALL!”
“WE SHALL FOREVER JOIN YOUR HOST!”
“EFFÍRIË AR QUELMË!!!”
“EFFÍRIË AR QUELMË!!!”
The battle prayer of the Hataloqualtar, the feared order of cybernetically enhanced warrior priests, was famous in Calerost. A mix of a prayer and a battle cry, it stood for everything they did. It is believed in Calerost that no heretic who hears it will ever get to hear it a second time.
The boarding pod slammed into the Ch’ratan slave ship. They ware armed with the finest weapons and armor the Gil-atarnië had to offer and trained to peak physical perfection, as well as enhanced with the greatest biotechnological augmentation Calerost had to offer. The ch’ratan had no chance. They spread trough the ship like the shockwave of a atomic bomb. It took only a few moments. The whole host of the ship was slaughtered, while they didn’t suffer a single loss. More than a thousand slaves ware freed that day.
It was one of many raids on ch’ratan slave ships Calerost had done since the start of the crusade. The ch’ratan slave market was cut in half because of the sheer volume of calerostan raids, and the consequences ware felt across the whole Tiyanki territories.
Calerost had gained a lot of respect, as well as a lot of enemies, but no one dared to challenge them. It was one of the great powers of the territory, without a single world colonized in it. Tiyanki march was run from a single starbraker located in a rented out system. A marvelous achievement, but Calerost didn’t want it to stay that way. It wanted a secured permanent presence, and to do that they needed a colony, but there wasn’t a opening. Calerost luckily knows to play the long game, it would only take time.
Colonus Pact, 0 ABT
It’s such a sad day to lose a father.
Your silent body lays in the next room, finally at peace, free from scarrs that pieced you so deeply.
Oh beloved father, lie at rest, for you know what awaits the weary.
You know what must come for me.
You know, far too well.
Beloved father, what have you left me?
This is a nation far more broken than I have ever know.
Oh beloved father, how could you betray us so?
We sing of your love, but where has that love lead us?
And I am expected to pick up the pieces?
No!
I will not be another slave to tradition.
I will not sit by while my beloved nation dies.
And if the nation must fracture in order to heal, so be it. I can take that price.
We can take that price.
You couldn’t take that price.
Goodbye, father, and take those cherished memories with you.
Let your legacy be forgotten, and a new legend be writ.
Let history remember this one truth
I am not your son; you were my father.
From the collected works of Scytheros, published by High Lord Ishani in 157 ABT
• 1 ABT •
As per your request, here is the compiled production report for the AOGOU Subdivision of the Gharris BRB Production Site.
MILITARY PRODUCTION REPORT
QUADRANT 14 - GHAREN STAR SYSTEM
Gharris Bishop Ring Bracelet Production Site
Automated Orbit-Ground Occupation Units Subdivision
34/08/6001
CURRENT MODEL:AOGOU-THETA/75.
PRODUCTION SITE:Gharris Bishop Ring Bracelet (All Rings Active).
RESOURCE EXTRACTION SITES:
Gharen Starlifting Array: Hydrogen - Helium - Heavy MetalsGharris Ramscoop Complex: Noble Elements - Exotic Gases - Exotic Isotopes
ENERGY EMISSION SITE:Gharen Dyson Swarm.
ENERGY RECEPTION SITE:Gharris Orbital Collector Belt.
RESOURCE MANUFACTURE NANOFABRICATOR MODEL:NANOFORGE INAHR-7/BYX.
RESOURCE ASSEMBLY NANOFABRICATOR MODEL:NANOFORGE PHIDON-82/AN.
COMPONENT ASSEMBLY FABRICATOR MODEL:AUTOFORGE KADAN-7373//JAH.
RESOURCE TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM:Diamagnetic High-Speed Maglev Levitation Pipes.
COMPONENT TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM:Diamagnetic Maglev Levitation Pipes.
FINALIZED UNIT TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM:Automated Gantry System.
CURRENT PRODUCTION RATE:
209,000 / Standard Hour5.01600 Million / Standard Day150.480 Million / Standard Month295.944 Million / Imperial Month
Thank you. The Ministry is asking for a small increase in the production rate, but everything else matches with the current expectations.
Is there an exact figure for the production rate increase?
Yes. An increase of 1.37 %, for the Imperial Monthly rate has to be increased to a full 300 Million. However, I'll anticipate that there are talks to bring up the figure to 350 Million in the next months. Would that be achievable?
As for the 1.37 % increase yes, it is perfectly achievable without having to upscale our production speed too sharply; as for the next increases it would still be feasible, but the number of Manufacture and Assembly Nanoforges will have to be increased as well. Not by much, but an expansion will be needed nonetheless.
I suppose your energy budget would have to be increased as well.
Yes, but I can't give you an exact number at this moment, seeing as how I don't yet know how much the increase percentage will be.
What were the previous versions of the Nanoforges?
The previous models for the Resource Manufacture and Resource Assembly Nanoforges were the INAHR-4/BYW and the PHIDON-53/AL.
Perfect. Thank you for your assistance.
You're welcome.
