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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 3:57:30 GMT
Let us begin in the year 4015 and humans are nearly extinct and aliens dominate the Galaxy. Shall we begin?
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 4:21:17 GMT
 Mars. 2,000 years ago that name would strike memories of a barren wasteland. But now that name brings thoughts of opportunity, peace, unity, and a better future. A symbol to Mankinds power and resilience even in the face of annihilation, The Martian Conglomerate is a symbol of Human Achievement and that they are worthy in the eyes of the galactic nations. The Mysterious Mr.Q, CEO of the Jaden Union and Conglomerate, stares out of Q Tower over the city of Dalaran. Dalaran is the second largest city on Mars, the planetary capitol, and lies in the center of the Island of Elysium. He lets out a sigh as he speaks to his representative. His metallic voice softly projects from the mask he wears. "We cant stay on Mars forever. And trust me, I do. But our resources are running thin whether the public wants to believe it or not. We need to reopen the Sol System to Extraterrestrials or we will run out of energy in 100 years." The Rep/Diplomat thinks as she rubs her temple. "Alright. Port Chalice will open its trade hubs to the galaxy. I am hoping Calradia will do the same." He stares back at her, a look of victory comes across his face under his mask. "Oh they will. Trust me." She bids him farewell and makes preparations on her flight back home. Port Chalice is Mars' center of trade and is located on the Central Coast of Xanthe Terra bordering the Chryse Sea. Calradia, the largest city on Mars and the home to the Solar Bank, is located in the south eastern corner of the desert in the province of Nova Arabia. Mars has been separated into 26 Provinces outlined in Red on the map shown above. These provinces have been created based on the original colonies on Mars about 1,800 years ago. This is the face of Mankind. Its last foothold in the Sol System after Earth was seized and Glassed 1,000 years ago. Let us pray that our people will rise again from the ashes like our ancestors so long ago. |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 4:27:30 GMT
"The Zarlaktanians would like to open a trade route with Mars. We wish for all species to see us as peaceful and not warmongers."
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 4:36:59 GMT
"The Zarlaktanians would like to open a trade route with Mars. We wish for all species to see us as peaceful and not warmongers." Days later the communications relay on Olympus Mons is activated. In hours we receive a broken message from an unknown location. With help from the communications team we are able to decipher the message. "Already? They must be close to have received any radio waves from us already." I click on my Transmitter and beam a message back. "Sir, I am Mr. Q of the Martian Conglomerate. Please send a response if you receive this message." |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 7, 2015 4:39:39 GMT
The battleship floated peacefully over a small grey planet, it's orbit uncontested. Not that anything could challenge or contest it's might. With it's thousands of metallic guns ready to destroy it's foes. It was the biggest symbol of Synthid might. Far above the engines, screaming their warcry and the beings tending them, above the guns glistening and begging for war stood a singular Synthid, his skin shining a faint blue as the suns glow shone upon him, the only sound being what could best be described as a weary sigh, the faintest trace of the oft hidden Synthid eyes shining beyond his helmet. He was alone of course, he ordered to be alone, and at least for now. It would stay that way. His eyes swept across the empty bridge, the mission he had been given would be considered a death sentence, even with the crew he had been given, Synthids would explore beyond their Solar System. But, the thing that struck him the most was the impossibility of it all. The ship he commanded was the largest non-plantoid in the solar system, and yet. It was insugnifient compared to even a half of what scientists had observed. He shook those thoughts out of his head quickly as he remembered the stories he had been told when he was younger, less...powerful. Of the Blue Planet, far, far away. Full of other life. Was life even still there? Was this mission pointless? No. It couldn't be. They were almost there. He was sure of it.
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 13:31:38 GMT
"The Zarlaktanians would like to open a trade route with Mars. We wish for all species to see us as peaceful and not warmongers." Days later the communications relay on Olympus Mons is activated. In hours we receive a broken message from an unknown location. With help from the communications team we are able to decipher the message. "Already? They must be close to have received any radio waves from us already." I click on my Transmitter and beam a message back. "Sir, I am Mr. Q of the Martian Conglomerate. Please send a response if you receive this message." This is the race of the dark side Zarlaktanians,this their emperor speaking. We have very valuable resources we would like to trade with you. |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 14:28:41 GMT
This is the race of the dark side Zarlaktanians,this their emperor speaking. We have very valuable resources we would like to trade with you. I sit thoughtfully for a few minutes and send back another message. "Emperor, I request we meet in person on the Phobos Mining Colony. I will send you coordinates now. Please go alone as I will do the same." |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 14:49:40 GMT
This is the race of the dark side Zarlaktanians,this their emperor speaking. We have very valuable resources we would like to trade with you. I sit thoughtfully for a few minutes and send back another message. "Emperor, I request we meet in person on the Phobos Mining Colony. I will send you coordinates now. Please go alone as I will do the same." "I shall come alone." |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 19:31:11 GMT
I sit thoughtfully for a few minutes and send back another message. "Emperor, I request we meet in person on the Phobos Mining Colony. I will send you coordinates now. Please go alone as I will do the same." "I shall come alone." In the matter of hours I have arrived and am waiting in my meeting room. There are armed guards outside to guard the facility and to guide you to the meeting room. |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 7, 2015 19:38:01 GMT
The Battleship soon nears Sol.
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 19:58:33 GMT
In the matter of hours I have arrived and am waiting in my meeting room. There are armed guards outside to guard the facility and to guide you to the meeting room. *The emperor of the dark side of Zarlaktania comes in the room*"Are you ready to discuss the trade route?"he said in a steel voice. |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 20:04:44 GMT
In the matter of hours I have arrived and am waiting in my meeting room. There are armed guards outside to guard the facility and to guide you to the meeting room. *The emperor of the dark side of Zarlaktania comes in the room*"Are you ready to discuss the trade route?"he said in a steel voice. I sit and motion to the chair. "Please sit." My mask hides both my identity and my emotion as my voice comes out a bland, unwavering metallic voice. "I am Mr.Q, and you are?" |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 20:26:47 GMT
*The emperor of the dark side of Zarlaktania comes in the room*"Are you ready to discuss the trade route?"he said in a steel voice. I sit and motion to the chair. "Please sit." My mask hides both my identity and my emotion as my voice comes out a bland, unwavering metallic voice. "I am Mr.Q, and you are?" "These seats are made for humans. My name is Sarkata,it is a pleasure to meet you"you see he doesn't actually have a mouth but communicates through telapathy. |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 20:32:20 GMT
I sit and motion to the chair. "Please sit." My mask hides both my identity and my emotion as my voice comes out a bland, unwavering metallic voice. "I am Mr.Q, and you are?" "These seats are made for humans. My name is Sarkata,it is a pleasure to meet you"you see he doesn't actually have a mouth but communicates through telapathy. "Well Sarkata, I would like to welcome you to Phobos. We here are men of business. What have you brought for us to trade?" |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 20:38:26 GMT
"These seats are made for humans. My name is Sarkata,it is a pleasure to meet you"you see he doesn't actually have a mouth but communicates through telapathy. "Well Sarkata, I would like to welcome you to Phobos. We here are men of business. What have you brought for us to trade?" "We bring many crystals of great beauty we have known throughout history that you humans cherish these kinds of gifts. We apologize about what happened when humans first arrived on our planet. We will also allow you to colonize the habitable zone on our planet,but I am not sure what the day side Zarlaktanians will do,you will need to ask the emperor of the light side first." |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 20:50:11 GMT
"I sense something coming,something very big and very dangerous."
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 7, 2015 21:15:18 GMT
"I sense something coming,something very big and very dangerous." I fold my hands and stare at you. "I see. I see. We might be able to strike a deal. And what are you sensing?" An eyebrow is raised underneath his mask. |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 7, 2015 23:28:49 GMT
"I sense something coming,something very big and very dangerous." I fold my hands and stare at you. "I see. I see. We might be able to strike a deal. And what are you sensing?" An eyebrow is raised underneath his mask. "It's another alien race. With evil acts in their minds." |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 8, 2015 2:27:07 GMT
"Transmis- Synthian Battlesh- Delta 9 Code se-"
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 8, 2015 3:03:03 GMT
"Transmis- Synthian Battlesh- Delta 9 Code se-" I touch my helmet and receive the message. "Unknown vessel resend your message and state your business." |
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 8, 2015 3:24:10 GMT
"Transmis- Synthian Battlesh- Delta 9 Code se-" I touch my helmet and receive the message. "Unknown vessel resend your message and state your business." "I urge you get your defenses. They want to attack Mars." |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 8, 2015 3:40:42 GMT
"Transmis- Synthian Battlesh- Delta 9 Code se-" I touch my helmet and receive the message. "Unknown vessel resend your message and state your business." An hour later, another message is recived. "Transmission, Radio Signal 7.14159265. Entire Stop. Synthian Battleship (Garbled) Delta Code section 9. Request for information exchange." |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 8, 2015 3:49:08 GMT
I touch my helmet and receive the message. "Unknown vessel resend your message and state your business." An hour later, another message is recived. "Transmission, Radio Signal 7.14159265. Entire Stop. Synthian Battleship (Garbled) Delta Code section 9. Request for information exchange." I slowly send a return message. "Request Received and granted." |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 8, 2015 19:02:30 GMT
A steady stream of information about Synthian's and Sythria soon pours in.
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 8, 2015 19:38:54 GMT
A steady stream of information about Synthian's and Sythria soon pours in. I slowly start checking the data for Viruses |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 8, 2015 19:47:41 GMT
A steady stream of information about Synthian's and Sythria soon pours in. I slowly start checking the data for Viruses The code is extremely rough, but there doesn't appear to be any viruses. |
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 8, 2015 19:59:13 GMT
I slowly start checking the data for Viruses The code is extremely rough, but there doesn't appear to be any viruses. I run the code through a decoding software and translate it to Galaxtic Basic (English) |
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Post by alghoria on Sept 9, 2015 21:29:57 GMT
The code is extremly rough, and in some places it's obvious it's been reconstructed from Galaxtic Basic transmissions.
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Post by cikdacan123 on Sept 9, 2015 21:34:22 GMT
"Mr.Q is there a room I can meditate in?" Said Sarkata looking. Very worried in the Zarlaktanian way(which you probably wouldn't be able to see because he only has eyes)
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Post by Gerdon Laughis on Sept 10, 2015 0:15:59 GMT
"Mr.Q is there a room I can meditate in?" Said Sarkata looking. Very worried in the Zarlaktanian way(which you probably wouldn't be able to see because he only has eyes) My eyes narrow under my mask "This room is perfect for meditation." |
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