Aftermath Ii: A Desperate Climb [Rp Thread]

[5678 260]

Nation name: Republic of Tres

Population: 475

Diplomatic actions:

-Continued on with the pilot

The men watch as the pilot looks around the room, continuing on with their meal. The Consul looks to the linguist, who begins to translate.

"I have only heard of beef in one of our Terra books, as well as wheat. I suppose to make bread with it, we need only do the same as the bread we make with our corn?"

The General chimes in

"That meat that you just ate, it was good no? We call it Delicia, it means a delicacy. Comes from Rodentes, I believe you call them rats? Sadly it is the only meat available to us here"

The conversation lulls a bit before the General ask the pilot about Earth, and if it could be seen from Luna.

"We haven't had contact with the Earth for nearly 280 years now. How is it doing?"

The consul also becomes intrigued, asking

"And what about you on Luna, how are you faring? And how far do you intend to go into the Deep space?"

When the meal is finished, they escort him to the Vault. Inside he would see several gold plated tabernacles, housing 4 different books

"These are the only relics we have left of our homeland. Take time and read some if you wish, we will begin unloading your ship of supplies and refueling it, with your permission."

The four books are:

-Linguist Dictionary of English, Spanish, French, German, and Japanese

-History of the 21st century

-Military organization of the Federation of Azatlan

-Aquaculture and Agriculture

They leave Haans alone, although warning him not to venture into the iron covered chamber next door.

People begin unloading the wheat and beef into a storehouse ((if given permission)), and scientists observe the SANGER II, trying to get an idea of how it works and attempting to create some basic and rudimentary blueprints.

[Heff 2460]

The Scavenger Haven Of Isonoe

Mod Approved Population: 350 Assorted Races And Cultures Of Assorted Proffesions (Former Outcasts)

Chief Ed looked out over the Favela city, watching the various civilians go about their buisiness, visitng the rooftop market and buying nick nacks, oddities, and for an expensive amount of money :meat. Meanwhile behind Ed the Advisors oversee the designs of a new official suit of the Isonoe Nation, nicknamed "Ravage 1.0" the first design for a suit outfitted for exploring and surviving the rocky, mountainous terrain of the Haven's region of the asteroid/moon.

The other, unexplored region, was flat and lifeless, unlike the small favela villages popping up in the more mountainous regions. But these villages did not pop out as much as the "Capital", which was more an oversized ruckus of housing, markets, and metal.

Ed hopped over to his desk, the gravity levels of the asteroid similiar to that of Earth's moon. He ordered that the transmission from the Protorians. At first Ed didn't recognize it, but one of his advisors was an outcast from Protorian society. The alien translated it for Ed. The message was sent back in Protorian.

"Go'ogn sh'long wa'ng mu'ng."

"Give us your coordinates"


Diplomatic Actions:
-Reply to Protorians
-Ravage 1.0 Project (2 Pages)
-Villages pop up in the mountains

[ShadowoKing 86]

NATION NAME: Nexus Uion

MOD APPROVED POPULATION: 320

 

 

The communication from the Germans of Jumpzero has made Nexus Ion on alert. There are no secrets for the Ceri so everyone knew. The langauge was unknown to them and demand overlord to arrange communication with any other lifeforms, at the moment they know of two yet not know where they are. Overlord Oo-Loki arrange for more guards encase of an attack in total there is 20 military and 10 got recruited.

 

The builders, miners and the engineers were busy with their work on their own projects. The mining and building has cleared half section of the biosphere with half frames hanging down to the ice crest they could see their pump in the thicks of ice, under this ice the Ceri could see what appeared to be an ocean underneath the crest. If enough heat inside, this ice could become water for the Ceri to live over. The estimation of the thin layer cut for entire biosphere, under (1 page). The farming has expanded fully, and food supply seems to be holding.

 

DIPLOMATIC ACTIONS:

 

A transmission was brocasted out of the asteroid belts to attempt to recieve any contact. It was breaking up so the message is not fully clear, and has limited range so it can only reach moons around it. This transmission was spoken in the Ceri language so no race or settlement would understand it.

 

"Wi oli --- Cile, vi --- em ---ordilaek xisd. Om ------- vsorr nsomid. W--- --- --- al rynnseir. Wi riiq hal ---vsikbi ah ---- qemk. Rir---k da y---r."

[bickando 3967]

Vers Monarchial Governate of Ganymede

 

Mod Approved Population: 425

 

As the dark cycle ends, a bleary-eyed female radio operator perks up and starts to call out a message from Red Lion. As the code comes out, she writes it down and hands it to a technician.

 

"It's binary, sir." he calls out to President-King Albert, who sits in his black office chair in the center.

 

"Well, what does it say?"

 

As the contents are read out, Albert nods.

 

"Send a response message, encoded."

 

The message is cast out, and since the radio was repaired anybody with a working station in the Jovian system can hear it.

0101010001101000011010010111001100100000011010010111001100100000010101100110010101110010011100110010000001000111011011110111011001100101011100100110111001100001011101000110010100100000011011110110011000100000010001110110000101101110011110010110110101100101011001000110010100100000011101000110111100100000010100100110010101100100001000000100110001101001011011110110111000100000011011110110011000100000010001010111010101110010011011110111000001100001001011100010000001000011011011110110110101101101011101010110111001101001011000110110000101110100011010010110111101101110011100110010000001100001011100100110010100100000011001100111010101101110011000110111010001101001011011110110111001100001011011000010000001100001011011100110010000100000011011100110111101110111001000000111001001100101011100000110000101101001011100100110010101100100001011100010000001011001011011110111010100100111011100100110010100100000011000110110111101101101011010010110111001100111001000000110100101101110001000000110110001101111011101010110010000100000011000010110111001100100001000000110001101101100011001010110000101110010001000000110111001101111011101110010111000100000010010000110111101110111001000000110000101110010011001010010000001110100011010000110100101101110011001110111001100100000011011110110111000100000011110010110111101110101011100100010000001100101011011000110010000111111

 

As the message is sent out, however, two more come in. One sounds vaguely human, but still alien and is ignored for the time being. The other, however, is much more prominent in Albert's mind. The message held was not all that worrying; it sounded like another colony looking for other survivors. What was worrying was the "Hail Bismarck" at the end, signaling what the archives told was an immense threat if they were to get into a fight. Hopefully they were not in range to receive Vers' outgoing messages, at least for now.

 

"Send out another message, but don't encode it."

 

Message:

"This is Vers Governate, Ganymede. Human ethnicity, Scandinavian. Repeat. Vers Governate, Ganymede. Human ethnicity, Scandinavian. Over."

 

It reaches across the Jovian system, but no further.

 

 

The prototype exosuit's regulation and engine systems are finished, and the casting for the armor begins.

 

The electromagnets attached to the Jovian spaceship are about half repaired. ((OOCly, I don't plan to have this complete until somebody else has theirs.))

 

The new biosphere's foundations have been put into place.

 

Diplomatic Actions:

Response to Red Lion, message sent across Jupiter area.

[DelaneyG 1279]

Nation Name: Colony 204

Mod Approved Population: 250 (75 soldiers, 175 citizens of mixed professions)

 

 

 

Major Guiliano moves to his Radio Operator, Private Vasquez, and tells him to send another transmission to the Humanist People of Titan.

He replies:

"This is Colony 204, a settlement made up of those who's ancestors were Americans. I am their leader, Governor Guiliano, Major of Whiskey Company, our local garrison. We are non-hostile, and are simply trying to get by."

 

He then sent out transmissions to the Republic of Tres again, before going off to sleep.

"This is Colony 204, a settlement made up of those who's ancestors were Americans. I am their leader, Governor Guiliano, the man you've heard before is our Radio Operator, Miguel Vasquez. We are a strong energy and food producer, and we would like to set up an agreement on trade, for your resources."

 

25 construction workers continue to build solar panels and homes [[1 page, since they've been being built since page 1]]

25 volunteers and the prisoner are taken out with 12 soldiers, to begin building a new biosphere.

 

A small woman and a small man approach the Military Biosphere's entrance.

They are escorted to the Command Tower, and are greeted by Major Guiliano.

"Yes, good people?"

"Sir, we haven't seen our son in weeks! We are worried he has been kidnapped!"

The Major groans, having forgotten to make an announcement on the PA.

"Sir, and Ma'am... I'm sorry, but we caught your son trying to steal from the granaries. He was the one that has been stealing..."

He sighs. "We'll be holding him until he does community service, building the new biosphere."

The man shakes his head, and hurries off with his wife, who is in tears.

 

 

 

The Governor goes off with Sergeant Winslow to the farming biosphere, and speaks to the new permanent farmers.

"Hello, Gentlemen! I hear the yield was beautiful!" He speaks to the leader, Farmer Brown.

"Yessir! We got a good haul, and should be able to keep doin' this for the years to come!"

"Then lets stop using this GE food, and move them to the Military Biosphere. We're goin' organic from here on out, eh?"

The two smile, and eat an ear of corn each while they look over the large variety of crops they yield.

They observe:

Corn, Kale, Carrots, Potatoes (sweet and white), Apples, Tomatoes, and a little bit of wheat.

Farmer Brown speaks finally, "Sir, my father use to sing an old song to me about farmin', and beautiful farms! I was wonderin' if I could sing it over the PA."

 

The Governor returns to the Military Biosphere with Farmer Brown just as Nocturnal Squad was moving out to guard the farms and granaries.

Farmer Brown goes on the PA, and speaks,

"As celebration to our successful yield, and switchin' to eatin' organic food, and not GE food, I'm goin' to sing you lot a song."

He began.

At the end of the song, cheers and claps are heard, and Farmer Brown says thank you, before turning off the PA.

 

Summary:

Diplomatic Action: Transmissions sent to the Republic of Tres and The Humanist People of Titan.

-Construction of new Biosphere begins ((2 pages))

-Farming Yield successful, moved to eating organic, and not GE.

-Prisoner doing community service.

-Farmer Brown sung a song!

 

[Samson Option 9652]

 

Khulafah al-Khuraag - The Caliphate of Space

 

Population: 275 = 250 + 25 per Pok's post.

 

 

 

 

The case of the Arabs after Earth's decline is one of peculiarity, yet sameness with their history. In the 20th and 21st century, the Arabs regained a place in the earthly mentions with their near monopoly on petroleum and oil supplies. As Earth waned, so to did the case of oil. The Age of Oil tapered with each droplet of black gold that came out exhausted from the oil fields built by British and American ingenuity and reigned over by tribal lineages of the Arabs. In the case of the Caliphate, there only need be one name mentioned and that is one Sadr al-Momin.

 

While the lower classes of the Arabs and the Muslims in general viewed the proliferation of oil politics with disdain, the upper classes dabbled in near alchemical extravagance converting their oil into gold and decadence. Only one of those born in such lofty conditions came to choose a different path. Sadr al-Momin grew up pampered and protected from the outside world in a long lineage of oil barons. He grew up intrigued with the scientists and intellectuals who bent knee in patronage in Doha and Abu Dhabi while his other kin turned away, oblivious and careless to what conversations went on at lectures and the like. He knew the course that mankind drove their home towards, he studied under the brightest.

 

Inheriting the oil company that his tycoon of a father operated, he began to invest in the sciences and in engineering. His family followed more or less, not given a choice as he dedicated himself towards the heavens. He persevered where no Arab would dare go, he desired to go beyond the Earth itself into space. Some believed him and his ambitions to align him with the Massih or the Messiah bent on leading true Muslims towards better conditions. Some believed him to be a Dijaal or the Antichrist, tricking men towards his ulterior motives. Some believed him to be one of many who were Signs of the End of Days, a shepherd who desired to build upward and touch the heavens. Sadr had his supporters and his opponents, the former making up the population that now reside on the moon Oberon nearest Uranus.

 

Sadr now resides as Caliph inspecting the moon Oberon and investigating the feasibility of farming on the slightly arid soil. Ironically enough, as an Arab, his followers insist on planting date palms and pistachios that might find it easier to grow in the conditions. He has technicians go about and drill into the frozen layers of water on the planet and harvest the most precious of resources to quench his Caliphate's thirst. The flagship al-Hijra is being maintained and five ships outfitted with decent dogfighting capabilities orbit Oberon. The latest catch for these al-Ansar is a transmitted message from Titania. Caliph Sadr returns a signal outlining who these people on Titania are and what their intentions are with their attempted contact.

 

Caliph Sadr initiates a mining operation for rare earths for electronics and metals for hull and construction purposes.

 

 

 

 

Diplomatic Actions:

1. Inquired the reason for the Vikings' transmission. - Requires BradTheImpaler's attention.

[-The Doctor- 65]

Nation Name

Yamato Colonial Conglomerate

 

Approved Population: 525

 

What had at first been thought to be a functional ship turned out to be little more then a somewhat unstable and heavy rocket. Using the scrap from several other broken down ships, a makeshift unmanned rocket stable enough to send cargo into orbit was created. Within hours, the rocket was loaded with precious cargo which would eject from the battered cargo bay. It launches with ancient power from a forgotten age. Everything goes according to plan, and the satellite begins its orbit around the colonized moon. The unmanned rocket descends back to the cold surface with relative ease, the light force of gravity allowing for a safe return. Some days after, a faint signal reaches the satellite, which bounces down to the relays below. Due to Uranus's distance from its original signal, words are scrambled, and the message is forgotten swiftly. This satellite would effectively spread information past Uranus, but there was no need for such matters for now.

 

 

Days pass before a sudden, much clearer transmission reaches Outpost Dewa. According to the resident linguist, the message was in English. Something about a Jackson expedition. A signal sourced to a different location soon replies. Puzzled, news is sent to the YCC's governing body. The acting Colonial Minister and the Colonial Council rule in favor of staying quiet and biding their time. They were in no hurry to make contact with outsiders.

 

-=-

 

Work continues with the development of mining tools and new suits.

The two new biospheres near completion. With the influx of able bodied workers coming to age, development of an improved agricultural technology is underway.

 

General collection of mined resources continue.

 

Diplomatic Actions: N/A

[hellfiazz 879]

 

The Humanist Peoples of Titan

 

Nation name: The Humanist (Free) Peoples of Titan

Mod-approved population: 425

 

The response from Colony 204 was exciting. Fellow humans! The fact that multiple communities of humans could survive armageddon back on Earth was proof enough: it was the divine right for Humans to rule! A response is sent:

 

"Fellow humans, of American descent. We are the Humanist Peoples of Titan, and we are descended from the proud people of Tibet back on Old Earth. Glory be to Humanity! We too wish only for peace, prosperity, and good will between those of our truly great race. In the near future, we hope to claim back a vital and valuable resource in the name of Humanity. Perhaps soon, we can indeed trade with one another. For now, the only valuable thing we can produce in large amounts is Methane and Food. If these too prospects interest you, do say so. But for the moment, we need only rejoice at our auspicious meeting!"

 

However, the response from the Protorians was...somewhat more troubling. Alien scum were in Humanity's sacred birth system, a terrible injustice that could not be ignored. A response is sent:

 

"Alien scum. We see you are weak, but we already knew that all xeno filth are inferior. Humanity has dealt with your infernal kind before, and it emerged from that war victorious and triumphant. Hellfire rain on your pitiful excuse for a people! Glory to Humanity!"

 

Some pictures are sent, containing images of great warships and even one of the old Gandhi weapon. These are of course not taken by the people of New Lhasa, but were taken from old books and then cleaned up to make them look new, intended as a threat.

 

25 people begin training to man the space station that will be completed soon, and also firearms for all and gunnery training for the missile turrets for 10 of the 25. The presence of aliens was confirmed, and these people must be ready. [1 page]

 

Also, the space station's construction has had a long-range communications dish added, capable of transmitting large amounts of information throughout the Solar System, whereas now only basic radio signals can be transmitted that far, and fully-fledged messages only being capable of reaching the gas giants and their moons.

 

The German message was also well-received in New Lhasa. Like stated before though, only basic radio signals can be sent to respond. As such, they send signals in binary style in response.

0100011101100101011100100110110101100001011011100111001100100000011011110110011000100000010011000111010101101110011000010010000100100000010101110110010100100000011001110111001001100101011001010111010000100000011110010110111101110101001011000010000001100001011011100110010000100000011010000110111101110000011001010010000001111001011011110111010100100000011100100110010101100011011001010110100101110110011001010010000001110100011010000110100101110011001000000110110101100101011100110111001101100001011001110110010100101110001000000101011101100101001000000110000101110010011001010010000001101100011011110110001101100001011101000110010101100100001000000110111101101110001000000111010001101000011001010010000001010011011000010111010001110101011100100110111001101001011000010110111000100000011100110110100101100100011001010010000001101111011001100010000001010100011010010111010001100001011011100010111000100000010001110110110001101111011100100111100100100000011101000110111100100000010010000111010101101101011000010110111001101001011101000111100100100001

 

Diplomatic actions:

Replied to Colony 204, Protorian and German messages.
 

[dirtryhary 26]

The Lost People's Commune of Terra

475 lost souls

 

When the revitalized USSR was engaged in man kinds largest war with the Germans, millions died. They could not beat technology, and legionnaires. So when Russia was on it's knees, with everywhere but the country side subdued, the space program was instated. As everyone else fled, so did Russian colonist. That was 100 years ago, and the people finally found a habitable place to establish roots-Titan. The colonist were led by an extreme radical named noting else but Father, and he drilled marxist doctrine into the kids. As the older generation withered and died, a new and completely brain washed youth took the reigns of adulthood. That was 200 years ago, he founding of the Lost People of Terra cult. They believed the earth was destroyed so as to kill the capitalist corruption that ran bone deep, along with the sins of an entire race. They were allowed to live, because they were true believers (where others were just lucky). They now had the perfect opportunity to live to Karl Marx's guidelines, in a small community on Titan. Father lived and died, and more and more took his place. Father was always the 'group organizer' and his word was law. He had a list of duties, instilling doctrine in the youth, protecting the colony, and pioneering new and better ways of life.

 

Present day, the fourth Father of our lost commune was instated. People celebrated colony wide, as work was halted for the day. The Soviet Guard-a mockery of the old USSR elitist militia-held a parade, their entire 125 troops in uniform. They wore form fitting carbon armor adapted to deal with Titan's intense low pressure, and glider wings were on their backs. Able to fling out from stationary position, Titan's ultra dense atmosphere made it able to glide with ease. As the troops paraded, and the community cheered, Father held a meeting with his three most trusted cronies.

 

"Our harvest is down, and all the Soviet Guard do is sit, eat, and drink. We need to slim them down by size, or at least put some on civilian status!"

 

As the others argued their cases, Father held a hand up for silence.

 

"It is true that I have made our force of a large size, but we need them should any of the false revolutionaries who dub themselves the Communards. They operate by night, and try to disrupt my plans-the plans of god. I have need of every troop to be able to suppress them, and show the people of this commune that we are in control. I also have another need of these men, and you Alexios."

 

Father outlined his plan, and his men jumped to it.

 

Two scout rovers and a transport rover embarked from the colonies hangar. Captain Alexios and a detachment of 25 Soviet Guard went with him. THe commune had remained dark but informed, and the new Father wished to open diplomacy. The column headed for the Free People's of Titan.

 

The People's Commune had established a neat and orderly foundation, thanks in part to a single ruler organizing them without protest. A central hub style-esque to a gothic castle dominated the valley in which the colony was placed. On all four diagonal sides, agri-hubs were present. Each hub grew a variety of different vegetables, most of them trying to be energy boosting. To the west and east of the main hub, industrial hubs were placed. They converted the liquid methane drilled from far away mining stations into useable gasses. They also produced all the needed tools and vehicles. To the North and South were the civilian hubs, multi-tiered octagonal towers that could cater to most of every need. A hangar containing rovers, land tanks, and gliders was linked to the western industrial hub, and to the east was the troop barracks. Mining stations were seeded throughout a 100 mile radius, taking in liquid methane or the numerous ice deposits. Pipe lines or transport gliders brought it back to the main colony, and small colonies sprung up around the most active mining stations.

 

Diplomatic/Regular Actions

Diplomatic Convoy heads off to Free People of Titan

 

Military is increased in size and budget to fight the rising Communard resistance movement against Father

 

Smaller colony towns are planted next to lucrative mining outpost, forming settlements

 

Work goes to repair the Communes solar fleet, three ships with large solar sails and low grade  defense system were all that remained

[Han Solo 35]

Nation Name: VKGS Expedition (can never agree on name lel)

Pop: 282

 

 

The Vikings

 

The American expedition had been running smoothly. Basic necessities had been taken care of a long time ago, with more biospheres under construction. The satelite tower to better their communication had been well drafted and began it's second phase, which was gathering materials and supplies to begin construction. A hefty power source would be needed, however. So with this, the Vikings start design of very, very large and sun-catching solar panels, and electric generators. This is expected to be finished in a few years. General Henry Jackson asks for more babies to be "produced" to increase the population, and thereby increasing labor force.

 

 

All in the while, the Vikings' commuicator beeps, and Major Humza runs over to try and communicate with these people.

 

"This is Major Salmaan Humza from American expedition Vikings, over. We're in Sector Foxtrot, on the satelite-moon Titania. Coordinates are rough, I'll proceed to send them to you once you confirm your name and that you are able to understand us, over."

 

 

 

Actions:

- Started communication w/ Khulafaah al-Khuraag

- Started Phase 2 of Satelite Construction

- Electric generators and solar panels underway

[Z3r05t4r 855]

NATION NAME: Stranded Citizens of the Protorian Council

MOD APPROVED POPULATION: Currently 265, 227 Civilians and 38 Crewmembers

 

---

 

On Triton

 

A second response. Pictures contain militaristic technology. Captain advises to avoid.

 

...

 

Another response. Our language. Cheering amongst the crew, hopes are high. Send over coordinates and current situation report in full length.

 

...

 

((In Protorian.))

 

"Greetings friends, this is the Kra'teme Duon. We are a Civilian transport ship and we were en route to the research outpost No'Alaem. Due to structural failure in our engineering section we had to leave warp early, in gravitational field of this gas giant. Remarkably blue. The sudden gravitational pull ripped apart our damaged Warp drive and we had multiple damages and failures in various systems all over the ship. We barely managed to crash land on a moon of the planet, but our ship is immobilized and won't make a flight again.

 

At least not without adequate repairs and maintenance, though for such we would require a spacedock. Attached to this message are a current radar map of surroundings, the long-range gravi-bounce solar system picture we took, our rough coordinates in correspondence to the stars, and how our ship currently looks like.

 

Our life support systems are stable for the time being and we are at an energy level of 56%. The Xyloritium core is undamaged. Require evacuation in any case, along with medical assistance, as our med-bay was ruptured in the crash. Thus far two crew members and three civilians have died to their injuries, along with the people we lost before we have 97 dead people. Please do not let this number rise."

 

---

 

Diplomatic Actions:

 

Above message is being sent to the Scavenger Haven of Isonoe.

 

All other communication halted.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Mod Event:

 

Communications ping and radar beeps, as an unidentified object appears near Titania. Direct imaging indicates a small ship, it seems to linger in orbit around the moon, idle.

 

Its signatures can only be seen in the immediate Uranus area.

[Pandan 1452]

Nation Name:  United Monarchy of Britain.

Mod approved Population: 175 (However, it may be up to 200 due to two more pages being progressed.)

 

The United Monarchy of Britain

 

 

 

Main Event:- Responding to foreign messages.

 

Jack sat down at the dining table, an exquisite meal was laid out in front of him accompanied by several pieces of silverware. His wife and son had already seated themselves and were awaiting the presence of Jack to start eating, his wife offered him a meager smile as he approached and his son’s face lit up with excitement. The role of king was a tiring one, only ever giving him time to eat with his family a couple times a week at the most. This severely took it’s toll upon his wife, who he married several years before his coronation yet his younger son cared not, running up to him and hugging him. His son was named Daniel after his great grandfather and founder of the Monarchy, coming up to his eighth birthday the young heir would soon learn the ways of kingship. Jack pitied his son, he remembers the time when he was forced to undergo such teachings and the boredom is caused him.. Yet, it was required. Returning the hug from his child, Daniel soon scuttles away back to his seat and Jack would sit also. The meal continues, several courses and dishes specially prepared by the families personal chef, they discuss the past several days of school, work, home life before finally coming to the end of their meal. The waiters bought out a final glass of wine for Jack and his wife before leaving them be, raising the glass he swirled the crimson red contents around the objects inner surface.

 

Soon however, the pleasant atmosphere was shattered by a trembling voice behind him. “Your Majesty.. You’re required at the main control platform, at Lord Jones request.” Grunting once, Jack arises from his seat and mutters a brief goodbye to his family before ploughing down the long, empty corridors until he reached his destination. Entering the main control room, he’d find it completely empty apart from one man.. Most likely due to his impending arrival the staff were issued to leave.

 

 

Walking towards the man, his voice barks a question as if it were a command. “What do you require Jones?” The King, wearing his scraggy informal clothing and bearing bags beneath his eyes skipped the formalities of titles, merely wanting answers at an increased rate.

 

Jones gulps inaudibly, coughing multiple times due to a suddenly heightened pressure placed upon him. “Your Majesty.” He dips his head, yet soon returns to speaking. “We’ve received.. mostly.. understandable messages from other places within the solar system..” He motions towards the large monitor, before pressing a button upon the large console and audio begins to blare out of several speakers.

 

"Tou ra Kra'teme Duon. Nedar hilf. Zratem en Stelare frem. Nedar hilf. Haben Zivar en Shaf."

 

The king goes to speak, yet within his state of excitement Jones voice echoes throughout the air before he has a chance to speak. “But.. there is another!” Reaching down, he presses another button on the console as the speakers burst into life once again, stating the following message within the german language.

 

"W- s-rvi-ed....... d- no- f--r......ar-.....we.....alo--......

Ligh-- o- Eart-....Lif-....Ele--ric-ty...W-...ar-...sur-iv-rs...

H--l....Bis-ar-k...."

 

Jack grumbles something beneath his breath, before leaning back upon a nearby chair to consider the messages “.. And what do they mean?” His voice shattering the silence as his expression remains puzzled.

 

“We’re.. Not.. Sure.. Your Majesty.” Jones attempts to smile to break the tension, yet Jack does not give in. “One is.. German, our computer software was able to translate yet the message was.. broken, to say the least. So far we’ve determined the message was sent by survivors, and reference to one with the name ‘Bisark’.. The computer is processing in the hope to determine if a full message can be gained.”

 

Jack frowns, thinking to himself that despite all of this highly advanced technology understanding a brief message is a challenge. “The other, what of that?”

 

Jones eyes appear to droop to the ground, avoiding any form of contact other than voice. “Well.. We’re not entirely sure, our computer system contained translation software for 99% of languages back upon earth, even some ancient ones only spoken by few for 1000’s of years.. Yet, nothing. Whatever this language is, it is new, untranslatable.”

The scraggy looking king remained silent, his thoughts elsewhere as a chill is sent down his spine. A new language? Something we’ve never encountered? He wished it was merely a human civilisation designing a new language.. Yet why would they transmit the message if they knew others did not speak it? The questions circulated Jack’s mind before finally, speech exited his lips. “Ensure nobody hears of these transmissions, I wish for the files to be stored on an external drive and deleted from the main servers. Should anything else of the sorts be received by our sensors you personally will come to my location to inform me, nethermind the time of day.” Jones nods multiple times, before turning to the console to undergo Jack’s orders. Waiting for a brief moment to observe the large console, the king eventually turns upon his heels and wanders away from the empty room and back towards his living space.

 

Minor Event:- Upgrading communications technology.

 

The recent messages troubled Jack throughout the night, more questions circulating throughout his mind.. Several 100 years without receiving an ounce of contact and now within his own reign two messages have already been received. The following morning he arose, ungoing his usual morning routine before heading towards the scientific testing areas. Entering the large expanse of a room his mind entered a state of utter bewilderment, around 20 people ran around with odd objects within their hands, darting between odd pieces of machinery that completely overwhelmed the kings mind.  Upon one noticing the presence of Jack, he immediately stops in his tracks before shouting to announce his entry to the others. Jack takes many steps forward into the large room as two armed guards behind him follow his movements with almost exact precision, Jack following a series of coughs shouts his commands out towards the many workers.

 

“Citizens of the United Monarchy, you’re selected to work here due to your tremendous skill within your work.. We rarely request much from you, usually allowing you to go about business as per normal yet due to.. a recent change I much unfairly request something from you, which I apologize in advance for. I need you to develop our current communication systems in order for you to be able to send, and receive messages from the very corners of our galaxy. You have the following year to complete my request.”

 

With the small speech Jack harshly turned and marched out of the room, leaving it within a state of silence from shock. Shortly however, workers began dismantling the current contents of the room and clearing space for the new project.

 

Minor Event:- The revolt continues to stir.

 

A single man sits inside his rather small home, before his family of 5 lived in a much larger building that perfectly matched his needs.. Yet, with the increased population they were forced into the smaller residence to make space for apartments. Throughout his entire life he has fully supported Jack Thompson, the King of the monarchy yet now with the lack of space and before being dealt with, the food issues the man had given up with his usually life of acceptance. He began to plot, schemes and ideas that can cause havoc to the system until his needs are eventually met.. Only his trusting wife knew of his plan, yet she showed concern and refused to assist yet still he continued to plot, hoping he could recruit those who are also sick of the living conditions he had been forced into.

 

 

Round up + Diplomatic actions!

 

- Messages received from two independent sources. the king is informed and becomes concerned over the senders thus leading him to lock away the evidence until more information is known.

- Orders to improve the technology of his communications hardware to both send, and receive messages across the galaxy has been issued.

- Revolt continues to increase in threat, one man already plotting to cause havoc along the ship.. Action needs to be taken, immediately.

-Diplomatic actions: Messages have been received from the mod event, and the original message from Z3r0 has been received also. Neither have been sent a response.

[-The Doctor- 65]

Nation Name

Yamato Colonial Conglomerate

 

Population: 525

 

The construction of the duel biospheres concludes as the final touches to electrical hardware and oxygen supplies are put in place. Those in unneeded areas of the colonies outposts are relocated to the new biospheres and tasked with furthering research into updated agricultural methods and technology. [Complete in 4 pages.]

 

As development of advanced mining instruments and suits nears completion, a new task is set forth; to draw up blueprints to a full fledged space port to facilitate an extension to the YCC's projection. This is noted to be a multi-staged process which would take up significant amounts of resources. [Each stage taking around 4 pages.]

 

-=-

 

In the outskirts of colonial controlled Umbriel, workers within Outpost Dewa find yet another signal appear across their monitors. This time however, it was a physical signature. Far more alarming then simple messages. News is sent to the Yamato governing body post haste. After hours of arguing among themselves, the Council orders the Dewa personnel to closely monitor the supposed object's signature. 

 

Diplomatic Actions: New object within the Uranus region to be monitored.

[DigitalRescue 4]

Europa-1918

Facility Zero

Population - 500

 

Hans was awoken in the night by loud beeps coming down the hall, and cheers of engineering crews. Stumbling out of bed, he makes his way to the communication center, realizing what the commotion was about - then joining in. The radio tower had been fully constructed, and seemed to have a signal output strong enough to reach the other side of the solar system. Realizing their commanding officer was on deck, the communications team part ways for him, as he sits down in front of a microphone and a monitor.

 

Holding a button down, he spoke in German, broadcasting the message with video representation of his face too. A single tear shed from his eye.

 

"This is Facility Zero, on the face of Europa facing Jupiter. We are the sons and daughters of Bismarck, descendants of Germany. Is anyone else out there? I repeat, we are descendants of Germany, we are humans. Is anyone else out there?"

 

However, due to many types of interference, the message would only be clear to those in the Jovian system. To everyone else, the broadcast would be distorted if not broken. If any further than Saturn or Mars, the message may just be completely destroyed.

 

"Th-- i- --cili-y Z-ro, on th- f-c- -- Europ- -ac-ng Jup----. We -re t-- -ons -nd dau--ters of Bi-mar--, -es--ndants of Germ-ny. Is any--e else -ut t--re? I re--at, -- a-e d---end-nts of G---any, -- are h-mans. Is a--o-e else --t th-re?"

 

Lower in the facility, living room extensions are being made as the population increases. The drones are brought back and powered down, as the cost to power them begins chewing through the energy supply. Hans passes a bill to construct four tidal power stations in underwater jet streams, to produce low but still usable power for the station.

 

Actions

Radio tower finished.

Underwater power supply project started.

Living space expansion.

 

Diplomatic actions

A message is broadcasted through space, along with co-ordinates of the base and a video log of the message showing the Commander.