- Location
- Warsaw
Take however much time you need. Heat illness is not a small concern.
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A Beacon of Hope in the Darkness: Warhammer 40,000 Xeno Civ Quest
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- What if? Sci-Fi Fantasy
Zolarian01
Deputy Premier, UISR
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I have some good news for you all.
The heatwave has receded, and the weather will be increasingly conducive for rain from tomorrow. Plus I have fully recovered from the heat fever.
I will be able to get back to work on the Turn 3 overview and plan out Turn 4.
The heatwave has receded, and the weather will be increasingly conducive for rain from tomorrow. Plus I have fully recovered from the heat fever.
I will be able to get back to work on the Turn 3 overview and plan out Turn 4.
- Location
- Warsaw
Wonderful to hear.
Zolarian01
Deputy Premier, UISR
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A little update for you all.
I am almost done with the Turn 3 overview and should be able to finish it today.
I am almost done with the Turn 3 overview and should be able to finish it today.
- Location
- Warsaw
Hooray. That's great to hear.
Turn 3 overview
Zolarian01
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As the third year of our ascension to the cosmos ends, we are faced with the dilemma of having to do much with the little we have. However, we have never bowed our heads to any difficult situation whatsoever, and will be able to figure out a way forward.
A/N: Well, there you all go.
Now for me to cook up Turn 4.
- Overview: Naval Actions
- Overview: Infrastructure Actions
- Overview: Archaeology Actions
- Overview: Research Actions
- Overview: Faith Actions
- Resources
A/N: Well, there you all go.
Now for me to cook up Turn 4.
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Lore tidbits masterpost
Lore of Drak'xarim (Turn 16)
Religion
*Sanguine Butcher - The Drak'xarri name for Khorne
*Void - The Drak'xarri term for the Warp
*Lac'rinsali - The Drak'xarri solar goddess. Also their goddess of wisdom
*Deceptive Machinator - The name for Tzeentch in the Drak'xarri Lexicon.
Ranks
*Phase-smith - The Drak'xarri term for engineer. Rough Imperial equivalent: Adeptus Mechanicus Tech Priest
*Cosmographer - The Drak'xarri term for Space Navigator. Rough Imperial equivalent: Navigator.
*Chief Lorefinder - The Drak'xarri term for Chief Archaeologist
*Representors - The delegates who represent the populace in the AUCoC.
*Comarms, Comcors, Comdivs, and Combrigs - The ranks of the higher-level commanding officers in the Surface Defense Forces of the Dae'laan
Tech (Energy or Technology)
*photoelectric - Solar cells
*opticothermal - Laser beam (Turn 1)
*nar'zolin - A rare-Xan'qarri element. Used in nuclear breeder reactors as a part of the control rods. (Turn 3)
Color
*Red - Fire Engine Red (Turn 1)
Food & Drinks
*kre'nios - A foodgrain equivalent to red rice. Turns brownish red when cooked. Packed with vitamins and minerals. (Turn 2)
*dre'kan - A foodgrain equivalent to corn, with green colored kernels. Used to make bread and alcoholic beverages. (Turn 2)
*blue san'lios - A lentil with a blue cotyledon, rich in vitamins and minerals. A favorite of the Drak'xarim. (Turn 2)
*er'loff - A Drak'xarri beverage, somewhat similar in taste and properties to coffee (Turn 3)
*na'rar - A flatbread quite similar to naan, made from dre'kan flour. (Turn 8)
*ger'ata - A flatbread made from kre'nios flour (Turn 13)
*red san'lios - A lentil with a red cotyledon, rich in vitamins and minerals. A favorite of the Drak'xarim. (Turn 13)
*xer'latl - A product of the xoc'lar plant, somewhat similar in taste, texture and properties to chocolate.
Fauna
*sorgax - An animal equivalent to the water buffalo, larger than the animal it resembles and with four horns. Domesticated for its milk and meat. (Turn 2)
*karmal - An animal quite similar to the camel. Found mostly in the deserts of Xan'qarras. (Turn 2)
*len'garm - An animal with superficial similarity to the goats on Terra. Raised for its milk and meat. (Turn 2)
*skar'lan - An animal not dissimilar to the hyena. Mostly found in the deserts of Xan'qarras. Carnivorous, but not above scavenging corpses. (Turn 3)
*ren'zoir - A fish similar to the trout, with blue-tinted flesh, and a creamy, tangy roe. (Turn 3)
*mer'niok - An animal similar to the deer, with four horns instead of two, and larger than its Terran analogue. Hunted for its meat, but not very often. (Turn 3)
*dar'gok - A predatory animal on Xan'qarras, with some similarity to the jaguar of Earth. Larger in size, with blue-tinted hair. (Turn 4)
*el'ekkari - An animal on Xan'qarras, equivalent to the elephant of Terra in appearance. Has two pairs of tusks. (Turn 4)
*kar'wol - A fish found in the saline waters of Xan'qarras, with a green coloration and a sharp, pointy bill. Hunts in groups, allowing it to take down larger fish. A prize delicacy among the coastal populace. (Turn 6)
*bar'grun - A fish found in the oceanic waters of Xan'qarras. Quite large in size, with a long, narrow, flattened rostrum, lined with sharp transverse teeth. Very dangerous aquatic predator, due to the presence of electric organs. (Turn 6)
*grel'dar - A large animal found in the deserts of Xan'qarras. It is a lizard with armor scales on its body, and poison glands in its mouth. A particularly dangerous predator. (Turn 6)
*nar'liak - A predatory animal with green skin, and a coat of spots that transition to rosettes on the sides. Has four eyes, and a very strong sense of scent. (Turn 7)
*xen'lir - A riverine fish with bluish flesh, not dissimilar to the trout. (Turn 8)
*gar'lok - An animal similar to the wild boar, with coarse bristles and short, downy fur, and two large tusks. Hunted for its meat. (Turn 9)
*ill'os - A marine fish with a slight golden yellow color, with a pale pink flesh and a delicate, delectable flavor. Highly sought after by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 9)
*stal'roks - An animal similar to the Terran horse, with eight legs, four eyes, possessing infrared vision and being stronger than its Terran counterpart. Used for riding and hunting by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 11)
*eb'lawk - A bird of prey, not very dissimilar to the eagle of Old Terra, but appreciably larger in dimensions, and with four eyes instead of two, and seven talons on each foot in place of five. (Turn 13)
*sar'wan - An animal with some similarity to the deer on Old Terra, but larger than their Terran counterparts, with eight legs and four eyes instead of four and two, respectively. Hunted for their meat, and are not easy to hunt. (Turn 13)
*xak'ril - A saltwater fish found in the seas of Xan'qarras, with a dark blue coloration, and a pointy bill, much like the blue marlin. Prized for its firm texture and full flavor.
*ar'lagd -A bird not dissimilar to the mallard duck, but somewhat larger and with dark green plumage. Domesticated and bred by the Drak'xarim for its meat and eggs.
*del'rab - A camelid animal with wool on its body, somewhat similar to and larger than the llama. Has eight legs, and four eyes, and can see in the dark. Once used as a pack animal by the Drak'xarim, now primarily bred for its wool and meat.
Plants
*as'clenal - A purple algae found in the shallow seabeds of Xan'qarras. Used regularly in cuisine by the inhabitants of the coastal regions. (Turn 3)
*cil'tran - A red-tinged legume, not dissimilar to the chickpea. Used very widely by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 6)
Words
*Dae'laan - Translates to "Union" in Imperial Gothic. (Turn 2)
*psiolytes - Drak'xarri Lexicon term for Psykers. (Turn 2)
*flacking - A cuss word in the Drak'xarri Lexicon. (Turn 4)
*labber - A slang term in the Drak'xarri Lexicon, used to denote scientists working in the laboratory. (Turn 4)
*Combat Geodynes - The term used by the Cor'av'na to refer to tracked tanks.
*Accelerator Cannon - The term used by the Cor'av'na to refer to railguns which are at least vehicle-grade.
*xal'rans - A unit of length, akin to the Terran kilometre. 1 xal'ran = 1.5 km.
Government
*All-Union Congregation of Councils - The lower chamber of the Parliament of the People. Closest recognisable human equivalent: All-Union Congress of Soviets. (Turn 2)
*Parliament of the People - The highest legislative body of the Dae'laan of People's Council Republics. (Turn 2)
*Cor'av'na - The abbreviation for the All-Union Military Command Committee in the Drak'xarri Lexicon. (Turn 10)
*Oligarchic - The form of government prevalent in Xan'qarras prior to the Unification Wars. Very similar in form to the Spartan oligarchy
Important Buildings
*Halls of the People - The building complex which houses the Parliament of the People. (Turn 2)
*Qal'ea'rk - A large building in Var'kalas that heavily resembles a fortified castle complex, like the Alhambra or the Himeji Castle. Headquarters of the All-Union Military Command Committee. (Turn 10)
*The Citadel of the Guardian - A heavily fortified building in the Central Gubernatorial District that serves as the offices for the People's Secretariat for Defense. (Turn 12)
*For'alzor Building - A large building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with futuristic architecture. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Scientific Research and Development.
*Akro'zorikth - A building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with a considerable number of temples and shrines. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Religious and Psionic Affairs
*The Bastion of Vigilance - A building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with the appearance of a small fortress. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Internal Security.
Buildings
*Arbitration Stations - The local law enforcement stations in the cities, towns and villages of the Dae'laan. Akin to police stations IRL.
History
*Curse of the Void - A period in Drak'xarri history when they were subjected to the depredations of Chaos. (Turn 2)
*Age of Peace - A period in Drak'xarri history (UY 301 - UY 500) when there was relatively little conflict between the various powers-that-be.
*Viridian Revolution - The popular revolution that overthrew the last Oligarchate in Xan'qarras, leading to the establishment of the DPCR.
*Unification Wars - A period of considerable strife and planetside conflict (UY 501 - UY 630) amongst the powers-that-be, with some falling to revolution, some to reaction.
Miscellaneous
*The Starwinder Chronicles* - An RPG game with a character creation system like that of Diablo, and a setting akin to Honkai Star Rail. Very popular among the Drak'xarim. (Turn 5)
*Three Dark Gods - During the Curse of the Void, the Drak'xarim were attacked by the forces of three gods, in descending order of strength and numbers - the Sanguine Butcher, the Deceptive Machinator and the Noxious Phagemaker. They are unaware of the existence of the fourth Dark God.
Religion
*Sanguine Butcher - The Drak'xarri name for Khorne
*Void - The Drak'xarri term for the Warp
*Lac'rinsali - The Drak'xarri solar goddess. Also their goddess of wisdom
*Deceptive Machinator - The name for Tzeentch in the Drak'xarri Lexicon.
Ranks
*Phase-smith - The Drak'xarri term for engineer. Rough Imperial equivalent: Adeptus Mechanicus Tech Priest
*Cosmographer - The Drak'xarri term for Space Navigator. Rough Imperial equivalent: Navigator.
*Chief Lorefinder - The Drak'xarri term for Chief Archaeologist
*Representors - The delegates who represent the populace in the AUCoC.
*Comarms, Comcors, Comdivs, and Combrigs - The ranks of the higher-level commanding officers in the Surface Defense Forces of the Dae'laan
Tech (Energy or Technology)
*photoelectric - Solar cells
*opticothermal - Laser beam (Turn 1)
*nar'zolin - A rare-Xan'qarri element. Used in nuclear breeder reactors as a part of the control rods. (Turn 3)
Color
*Red - Fire Engine Red (Turn 1)
Food & Drinks
*kre'nios - A foodgrain equivalent to red rice. Turns brownish red when cooked. Packed with vitamins and minerals. (Turn 2)
*dre'kan - A foodgrain equivalent to corn, with green colored kernels. Used to make bread and alcoholic beverages. (Turn 2)
*blue san'lios - A lentil with a blue cotyledon, rich in vitamins and minerals. A favorite of the Drak'xarim. (Turn 2)
*er'loff - A Drak'xarri beverage, somewhat similar in taste and properties to coffee (Turn 3)
*na'rar - A flatbread quite similar to naan, made from dre'kan flour. (Turn 8)
*ger'ata - A flatbread made from kre'nios flour (Turn 13)
*red san'lios - A lentil with a red cotyledon, rich in vitamins and minerals. A favorite of the Drak'xarim. (Turn 13)
*xer'latl - A product of the xoc'lar plant, somewhat similar in taste, texture and properties to chocolate.
Fauna
*sorgax - An animal equivalent to the water buffalo, larger than the animal it resembles and with four horns. Domesticated for its milk and meat. (Turn 2)
*karmal - An animal quite similar to the camel. Found mostly in the deserts of Xan'qarras. (Turn 2)
*len'garm - An animal with superficial similarity to the goats on Terra. Raised for its milk and meat. (Turn 2)
*skar'lan - An animal not dissimilar to the hyena. Mostly found in the deserts of Xan'qarras. Carnivorous, but not above scavenging corpses. (Turn 3)
*ren'zoir - A fish similar to the trout, with blue-tinted flesh, and a creamy, tangy roe. (Turn 3)
*mer'niok - An animal similar to the deer, with four horns instead of two, and larger than its Terran analogue. Hunted for its meat, but not very often. (Turn 3)
*dar'gok - A predatory animal on Xan'qarras, with some similarity to the jaguar of Earth. Larger in size, with blue-tinted hair. (Turn 4)
*el'ekkari - An animal on Xan'qarras, equivalent to the elephant of Terra in appearance. Has two pairs of tusks. (Turn 4)
*kar'wol - A fish found in the saline waters of Xan'qarras, with a green coloration and a sharp, pointy bill. Hunts in groups, allowing it to take down larger fish. A prize delicacy among the coastal populace. (Turn 6)
*bar'grun - A fish found in the oceanic waters of Xan'qarras. Quite large in size, with a long, narrow, flattened rostrum, lined with sharp transverse teeth. Very dangerous aquatic predator, due to the presence of electric organs. (Turn 6)
*grel'dar - A large animal found in the deserts of Xan'qarras. It is a lizard with armor scales on its body, and poison glands in its mouth. A particularly dangerous predator. (Turn 6)
*nar'liak - A predatory animal with green skin, and a coat of spots that transition to rosettes on the sides. Has four eyes, and a very strong sense of scent. (Turn 7)
*xen'lir - A riverine fish with bluish flesh, not dissimilar to the trout. (Turn 8)
*gar'lok - An animal similar to the wild boar, with coarse bristles and short, downy fur, and two large tusks. Hunted for its meat. (Turn 9)
*ill'os - A marine fish with a slight golden yellow color, with a pale pink flesh and a delicate, delectable flavor. Highly sought after by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 9)
*stal'roks - An animal similar to the Terran horse, with eight legs, four eyes, possessing infrared vision and being stronger than its Terran counterpart. Used for riding and hunting by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 11)
*eb'lawk - A bird of prey, not very dissimilar to the eagle of Old Terra, but appreciably larger in dimensions, and with four eyes instead of two, and seven talons on each foot in place of five. (Turn 13)
*sar'wan - An animal with some similarity to the deer on Old Terra, but larger than their Terran counterparts, with eight legs and four eyes instead of four and two, respectively. Hunted for their meat, and are not easy to hunt. (Turn 13)
*xak'ril - A saltwater fish found in the seas of Xan'qarras, with a dark blue coloration, and a pointy bill, much like the blue marlin. Prized for its firm texture and full flavor.
*ar'lagd -A bird not dissimilar to the mallard duck, but somewhat larger and with dark green plumage. Domesticated and bred by the Drak'xarim for its meat and eggs.
*del'rab - A camelid animal with wool on its body, somewhat similar to and larger than the llama. Has eight legs, and four eyes, and can see in the dark. Once used as a pack animal by the Drak'xarim, now primarily bred for its wool and meat.
Plants
*as'clenal - A purple algae found in the shallow seabeds of Xan'qarras. Used regularly in cuisine by the inhabitants of the coastal regions. (Turn 3)
*cil'tran - A red-tinged legume, not dissimilar to the chickpea. Used very widely by the Drak'xarim. (Turn 6)
Words
*Dae'laan - Translates to "Union" in Imperial Gothic. (Turn 2)
*psiolytes - Drak'xarri Lexicon term for Psykers. (Turn 2)
*flacking - A cuss word in the Drak'xarri Lexicon. (Turn 4)
*labber - A slang term in the Drak'xarri Lexicon, used to denote scientists working in the laboratory. (Turn 4)
*Combat Geodynes - The term used by the Cor'av'na to refer to tracked tanks.
*Accelerator Cannon - The term used by the Cor'av'na to refer to railguns which are at least vehicle-grade.
*xal'rans - A unit of length, akin to the Terran kilometre. 1 xal'ran = 1.5 km.
Government
*All-Union Congregation of Councils - The lower chamber of the Parliament of the People. Closest recognisable human equivalent: All-Union Congress of Soviets. (Turn 2)
*Parliament of the People - The highest legislative body of the Dae'laan of People's Council Republics. (Turn 2)
*Cor'av'na - The abbreviation for the All-Union Military Command Committee in the Drak'xarri Lexicon. (Turn 10)
*Oligarchic - The form of government prevalent in Xan'qarras prior to the Unification Wars. Very similar in form to the Spartan oligarchy
Important Buildings
*Halls of the People - The building complex which houses the Parliament of the People. (Turn 2)
*Qal'ea'rk - A large building in Var'kalas that heavily resembles a fortified castle complex, like the Alhambra or the Himeji Castle. Headquarters of the All-Union Military Command Committee. (Turn 10)
*The Citadel of the Guardian - A heavily fortified building in the Central Gubernatorial District that serves as the offices for the People's Secretariat for Defense. (Turn 12)
*For'alzor Building - A large building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with futuristic architecture. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Scientific Research and Development.
*Akro'zorikth - A building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with a considerable number of temples and shrines. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Religious and Psionic Affairs
*The Bastion of Vigilance - A building complex in the Central Gubernatorial District of Var'kalas, with the appearance of a small fortress. Headquarters of the People's Secretariat for Internal Security.
Buildings
*Arbitration Stations - The local law enforcement stations in the cities, towns and villages of the Dae'laan. Akin to police stations IRL.
History
*Curse of the Void - A period in Drak'xarri history when they were subjected to the depredations of Chaos. (Turn 2)
*Age of Peace - A period in Drak'xarri history (UY 301 - UY 500) when there was relatively little conflict between the various powers-that-be.
*Viridian Revolution - The popular revolution that overthrew the last Oligarchate in Xan'qarras, leading to the establishment of the DPCR.
*Unification Wars - A period of considerable strife and planetside conflict (UY 501 - UY 630) amongst the powers-that-be, with some falling to revolution, some to reaction.
Miscellaneous
*The Starwinder Chronicles* - An RPG game with a character creation system like that of Diablo, and a setting akin to Honkai Star Rail. Very popular among the Drak'xarim. (Turn 5)
*Three Dark Gods - During the Curse of the Void, the Drak'xarim were attacked by the forces of three gods, in descending order of strength and numbers - the Sanguine Butcher, the Deceptive Machinator and the Noxious Phagemaker. They are unaware of the existence of the fourth Dark God.
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Zolarian01
Deputy Premier, UISR
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- He/Him
A little update for you all.
The progress on Turn 4 is slow but steady.
I think I should have it ready in the next 3-4 days.
Also, I am cooking up a little sidestory for you all to chew on.
The progress on Turn 4 is slow but steady.
I think I should have it ready in the next 3-4 days.
Also, I am cooking up a little sidestory for you all to chew on.
- Location
- Warsaw
I see this should be interesting.
Turn 4: Getting back on our feet
Zolarian01
Deputy Premier, UISR
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- He/Him
"The smallest brick can lay the foundation for a huge city." - Unknown
It is the year UY 753, per our calendar.
The last year has been one of great joy for the Dae'laan, as our first orbital shipyard has started working, and built the first three of many cosmocraft to come.
As we celebrate the commissioning of these new ships, we must also be cognizant of the fact that we need to build up proper resource stockpiles to take on several projects that have been delayed for some time.
It is a challenge, but one we can hopefully overcome.
Onboard the Resolution.....
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Lan'karis, as seen from the Resolution
After a brief but much needed period of respite, it was once again business as usual for the crew of the first research vessel of the Dae'laan. This time, they would be tasked with surveying Lan'karis, the massive red gas giant beyond Aiuran.
Onboard the bridge, Arga was sitting in her chair, deep in thought, as she looked at the imposing, fiery red planet in front of her. If one didn't know better, one would have assumed they were staring right at a creation of the Sanguine Butcher, so fearsome did Lan'karis look when viewed up close. But for a race who had suffered the depredations of that Dark God, such a sight was not so frightening.
Her thoughts wandered back to the time she was selected as a cosmonaut. The emotions surging through her….disbelief, happiness, elation, pride (though not a lot). The missions undertaken under the guidance and leadership of senior cosmonauts, who noted her acumen and capability. Which might or might not have played a role in her promotion.
She had been present to witness the commissioning of the Resolution. The research vessel might not have been large or imposing, but it was special to the people of the Dae'laan. After all, it was the fruit of the efforts of the collective Union, and everyone was considered to have had a role in it being built and commissioned. Even those who had wished the people well who were the most directly involved in the project.
Then came the news. Her selection as the commander of the ship. At first, a disbelieving silence. Then as it sunk in, tears. And then, after a while, she wiped her tears and saluted her superiors smartly.
Then came the surveys. First Kel'taor, then Aiuran…which had proved to be a bit too long, leaving her and the crew feeling homesick and in need of counseling. And now, Lan'karis…..
"Captain? Captain?" Zal'ron's voice broke her out of her reverie. Shaking her head, she looked up to see her Cosmographer staring at her with a concerned look on his face.
"Sorry, I was reminiscing and got lost in my thoughts. Is the preliminary analysis of the gas samples done?" The Commander asked as she got up from her chair.
"No, the analyses are still in progress. They will probably take some more time, based on what Chief Research Officer Drel'nar has to say." Zal'ron reported.
"Hmmm….I must visit the labs sometime in the future…."
.....
Onboard the Curiosity.....
Bel'xarok, as seen from the Curiosity
In the bridge, a Drak'xar of average height, with green-tinted hair and yellow eyes, wearing the viridian and chartreuse colored uniform that was by now standard for those serving in the Cosmonaval Forces, was pacing to and fro, a deep frown on his face.
Jel'qanth, the Commanding Officer of the Curiosity had every reason to be in the state he was in at the moment. While he had been ecstatic at being chosen by the AUCCS as a cosmonaut, the enthusiasm was slightly dampened with the announcement that the ship under his command would be tasked to survey Bel'xarok. For a newly minted CO, this was a very tough and challenging assignment to begin with. But as was characteristic of his people, Jel'qanth was not one to give up. He would take this wild sor'gax by the horns.
But neither he and his crew, nor the CO of the Farsight and her crew were ready for what was awaiting them.
For one, both ships released drones and probes into the roiling atmosphere, only to find that it was too corrosive for them. Most of them were degraded and destroyed, and it was only by collecting from the upper layers for short periods of time that they were able to get workable samples.
The next shock came when the samples were analyzed. As they suspected, the gasses were a deadly mixture of acid anhydrides, potent and sufficiently variegated enough to preclude the possibilities of most life forms existing on the surface.
The rest of the time had been spent trying to improve the external armor of the drones and probes. It was proving to be a challenge in itself, to develop a composite that could resist such a broad spectrum of acidic gasses. But the researchers of both vessels labored on, determined to find a solution.
As he was pondering this, Fen'nora, his Cosmographer walked up to him and gave him a crisp salute - standing firmly at attention and placing her fisted right hand over her heart.
Returning the salute, Jel'qanth said, "Ah Cosmographer, is there anything to report?"
"Negative, sir. The labbers² are hard at work, but as you know, they have yet to make a breakthrough with this one. This is proving too flacking¹ difficult!" The Cosmographer uttering the last sentence with a gritting of her teeth and a slight narrowing of her lavender eyes.
Jel'qanth raised his eyebrows slightly at the expletive, but decided to let it pass. "Have patience, Fen'nora. No city was ever built in a day." He said soothingly.
"I wish I could be, sir, but when one is witnessing so many failures at a project that could help crack the secrets of a world like that," she gestured towards Bel'xarok, "then it is hard not to feel agitated."
"I can feel and understand where you are coming from. But until there is a breakthrough…"
His words were interrupted by the beeping of his communicator.
"Let me take this one. Ah, Nel'daris," he said as the Commander of the Farsight showed up on screen, "What is it about?"
"Jel'lo, we have got it! We have got it!" Nel'daris was screaming in uncontrolled excitement.
Even one as severe as Jel'qanth had to crack a smile at this. "Calm down. What did you get?"
"The improvements to the armor for the drones and the probes, you dummy! Quickly get your labbers on the line, we must get to work on this ASAP!"
…….
Onboard the Steadfast.....
Trav'kon, as seen from the Steadfast
The view outside the glass was…..breathtaking, to say the least. A beautiful, purple gas giant, revolving in its orbit, leaving anyone who beheld it spellstruck. After seeing it, one would feel that they had seen a wonder. Such was the charm of Trav'kon.
Xer'garoth, the Commander of the Steadfast stood near the viewing screen, taking in the view, nay, feasting his eyes on it. The purple orb, its atmosphere rocked and churned by powerful storms that left patterns that felt like strokes of the brush wielded by a master painter. Oh, the delightful pleasure of it all.
When he had been informed that his first assignment as a research vessel's CO would be to survey Trav'kon, his eyes glowed with excitement. After all, he had a love for adventure, and the unknown was something he felt strongly attracted towards. Thus, he took to the assignment like a fish to water.
On the way to Trav'kon, he used his personal camera to take as many photographs as he could. He had an artist's eye, after all, and wished to preserve the exquisite cosmic scenery in front of him.
On arrival at the planet, the drones and probes were promptly sent out, with express instructions to stick to the upper atmosphere. And the find they returned with was exhilarating, from a scientific viewpoint.
For the preliminary analyses revealed the presence of microorganisms in the gasses! This sent the researchers aboard into a frenzy, and they prepared to conduct a fresh new battery of tests, feeling excited by this discovery.
As Xer'garoth was musing thus, Rek'lana, his Chief Research Officer approached him, a tablet in hand.
"Commander," she said, giving a textbook salute.
"Chief Research Officer", he responded back, returning the salute with a genial smile.
"How goes the analysis?"
"Very well. I believe it will be done in about 4-5 months if we keep up the present rate of progress." Rek'lana responded dryly.
"Duly noted." Xer'garoth said with a smile. "Rek'lana, I really think you need to relax and loosen up. You are looking a bit too stiff."
"Not now. When the project finishes, and the survey is done, then I might."
Kre'narom Tor'las Suburb, Kal'zanom
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After a long week of hard work, Zel'kan was busy preparing for a weekend get-together with some of his friends. It had been proposed for quite some time, but had to be consistently put off due to the others not finding free time in their schedules. Finally, a day came when everyone said they would be free.
Thus he got down to work, shopping for ingredients, and now preparing them for the meal, in the communal park a stone's throw away from the apartment complex where he lived.
As he finished locking up the last of the ingredients in the portable ice-boxes, his mind wandered back to the conversation at the office, last week.
(Flashback)
"Oh no no no, that won't work out!"
"Really? Give me a good reason then. How else are you supposed to make this work out, eh?"
"Like this" Tor'kal said as he swiped across the screen of his tab, bringing up a three-dimensional model of an arcology.
Sor'kannis frowned as she looked closely at the design her co-worker was proposing. All the proper elements of the arcology were present. The main point of contention, however, was….
"A reinforced dome with defensive installations surrounding it?"
"Yeah, that way, it will be secured from any surface-based attacking force. And as for aerial raids, well, the combined anti-air capabilities of the armed forces, as well as the static emplacements should be able to fend such attacks off."
"That is all well and fine, but did you consider the possibility of orbital bombardment?" She said, a deep frown on her face.
He faltered. "Well, I have been wondering what to do about that. I mean, we don't have much in the way of technological solutions at the moment. And anything that would work falls in the realm of science fiction. Like a shield generator, which, sadly, we don't have right now."
"Even so, this design isn't one we can just toss into the trash bin. Keep working on it. Hopefully the labbers will be able to figure out something about the shields."
(End of flashback)
As the flashback playing in his mind came to a close, Zel'kan saw a group of people making their way towards him.
"Hey there buddy! How's everything going?" Tor'kal greeted him with a firm shake of the hand, followed up with a friendly slap on the back.
"Just fine. And you all? Finally managed to get some time out for an outing, eh?"
"Hah, no one likes a smartass, Zel'kan." Sor'kannis smirked.
"But seriously, work was really heavy this week. A few projects too many." Gar'gorath said as he sat down on the cool grass.
"I guess even architectural firms have to step up some time." Zel'kan said.
"Anyway, can we please not talk about work right now? We are here to relax, and already I feel like I am in the office, trying to design a new building." Len'tana grumbled in annoyance.
"Ok, ok, that's it with the workplace talk for now. And now can you all help me get these ingredients ready for the luncheon?"
Two and a half hours later, a marvelous, mouth watering spread of dishes adorned the foldable table, courtesy of the efforts of fifty-odd people.
"All right, let's dig in!"
The All-Union Archaeological Survey, 3rd Research Bureau, Tref'qalom
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Under normal circumstances, the mood at a Research Bureau of the All-Union Archaeological Survey would be relatively grave and somber, due to the fact that these people were trying to work their way through the tales of the past, more often than not relying on the barest of scraps and ruins to find their way forward.
So far, Del'norath mused, they had been doing rather well.
The decryption of the language XA-L-01 had been a task of much effort and many sleepless nights, as he and many of his colleagues could manifest. The levels of hidden complexity in the language had hindered and slowed down decryption efforts, and it had been due partly to a stroke of luck that they had managed to crack it.
This was followed up by the excavation of the site XA-01. As it turned out, they were blessed by luck, due to the facility having minimal security measures. It turned out to be an armory of a small scale, with caches of weapons and ammunition being retrieved from there.
The site XA-02 could only be accessed after two failed attempts, and it turned out to be heavily defended inside. By the deities, that was quite a hair-raising experience for him, as he remembered the number of times he evaded hidden traps and automated defenses.
He was hoping that the robots and data retrieved from the site would prove to be worth the pains he and his team had gone through.
The site XA-03 also could only be accessed on the third attempt, and required quite a bit of machinery to do so. But the infiltration of this site was even more difficult than XA-02, as he found out to his anguish when news of the deaths of his cousin and his best friend reached him. As it turned out, the defenses there were even more difficult to get past.
Here he bit his lip, hoping fervently that the war machines found on site were worth all those deaths.
He had been part of the team that made its way into the second level of the site XA-04, after the first level was explored by another team. The efforts made to get past the traps and automated defenses were rewarded with technology samples of various kinds.
He still remembered the moment he turned on a computer, intending to look for information. What he found was more than what he had bargained for, as there was a single message in bold letters that warned of a certain "Agent GJ-06-A-2". It left him and his team with a sense of dread that they could not shake off.
Then there was the site XA-05, which at first sight, looked like a logistics center of sorts. That was, until the site was re-examined, and it turned out to be a blind for an underground laboratory complex. There had been losses to reach it as well, he winced as he remembered.
As he broke out of his reverie, he wondered, "What will this year have in store for us?"
The 4th Federal Research Center, Ner'qalas
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Wer'lana looked at the computer screen in front of her with a hint of exasperation. The readings she had gotten were not matching up. Something, some unseen factor, was coming into play at some stage, but what could it be?
This accursed experiment had been the bane of her team ever since they decided to carry it out. Something or the other had been going wrong since the beginning, but they had shrugged them off, believing that these were but trials promising something greater. But when one consistently keeps on meeting obstacles in the way, and the destination is nowhere in sight, then there is bound to be annoyance, exasperation and self-doubt.
She stared, or rather, glared at the screen for a few minutes, eventually punching the table in frustration.
"Dammit. Eight flacking weeks already, and we are nowhere near a solution. This damn experiment is a killer. I need a break, or else…" she groaned, as she held her head.
Another headache. The sleepless nights spent over the experiment were starting to have a toll on her. Maybe taking a rest would not be such a bad idea.
She finally turned off her computer, and headed for the office of the Chief Research Director in charge of the center.
Qel'grannis was busy in her office, sorting out project reports sent by the researchers and preparing to compile a report for the Sci-Res-Dev Secretariat, when she was alerted by a beeping at the door.
She checked her tab, and it said that a researcher was waiting at the door. Looking at the name, she sighed. "I don't have a good feeling about this…"
The door opened, bringing in a somewhat disheveled Wer'lana. The present state of her shocked the Chief Research Director of the 4th Federal Research Center.
"Greetings, ma'am. I hope I am not disturbing anything?"
"Ah, no no no, you aren't disturbing anything. Please sit down", Qel'grannis said, still in a state of shock.
After a cup of refreshing er'loff, offered to her by her superior, Wer'lana found herself somewhat energized and subject to the inscrutable gaze of the Drak'xar in front of her, who was very obviously displeased.
"Let me guess, this is about the experiment to refine the idea of a liquid Dan"xenal reactor?"
"Ye….yes, it is just that, ma'am." Wer'lana said, nervousness in her voice.
Qel'grannis felt like facepalming. This fool…she was hardworking, no doubt, with a very good work ethic, but she tended to lose track of the world when she felt that a solution to a problem was within reach.
"And you and your team kept going on at it, for eight weeks straight, if your attendance logs are anything to go by, WITHOUT EVEN THE MINIMAL PERIODS OF REST?!" The Chief Research Director ended up shouting the last few words out of anger and disbelief.
"I…I'm…"
"No need to say anything. I am authorizing a period of mandatory leave for you and your team. Use this time to take a rest, and reflect on your idiocy. Until further notice, the project you are working on will be put on hold." Qel'grannis' voice was cold, like the breath of Astaryani.
"But…but ma'am, if you give me some…" Wer'lana stammered.
"Some time, eh? Have a look at your record first, and see how many warnings you have had for overworking."
"...."
"Look, my dear. I understand your dedication and your passion, but you can't endanger your own health as well as that of your team for the sake of a project. Now go home."
"Ok….ma'am."
As Wer'lana left the room, the Chief Research Director sighed. This was not a lone case. Many young researchers were exerting themselves to deliver results, and while they were successful, it was taking a toll on their health. The extent to which they were going was variant, though.
"I think I will have to talk to the other Directors about this. See if something can be done about it." She said, sighing.
Somewhere near the Dor'warron Forest….
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The young acolyte took a moment to take in the scenery before him.
Lush foliage at the bottom of towering, magnificent trees that were home to several birds and small animals. Bushes full of herbs with curative properties, or plants with venom in at least one part of them. Wild fruits and vegetables growing in patches, attracting the herbivores in the forest, who themselves would be prey for some sort of predator later on.
"Mentor, is this necessary?" Tel'darath asked the druid who was accompanying him for this rite.
The druid, a venerable old Drak'xar with dark grey hair and pale blue eyes, clothed in a viridian robe with intricate, swirling patterns embroidered on it, said, "Yes, my child. There is no better way for the initiation of a follower of the Goddess of the Wilds than to meditate in the middle of the wilderness."
"Very well, if you say so….Mentor." The youth was still not convinced, but decided to go along with it.
As he and his mentor walked along the path, the roar of a dar'gak³ could be heard in the distance, followed by a distant, muffled sound.
"I think that is a el'ekkari⁴ somewhere in the distance. That dar'gak better take care not to provoke it needlessly." Fen'zoran, the old druid, said thoughtfully.
"Unless it is hungry and desperate for food?" Tel'darath proffered.
"In that case, there will be a bloodbath. A hungry dar'gak is not the most rational of creatures, from what I have seen. Ah, here we are!" The old druid exclaimed with pleasure, as they came upon a clearing, just as Lac'rinsor began to set.
The clearing in the forest
Due to the starset, the plants in the clearing began to glow with a bright fluorescence, exhibiting beautiful hues of blue and purple. The foliage surrounding the clearing was a bit dense, so light could not enter it easily.
"Now my child, sit down in the center in a meditative pose, as I have taught you. And then, relax yourself. Attune your mind to that of the forest. Feel it with every fiber of your soul." Fen'zoran instructed.
Like a dutiful student, Tel'darath did as he was told.
As he sat down and entered a meditative state, at first, he felt nothing. Then, as the seconds wore on, he felt…a strange sensation. It was as if, somehow, he was a part of the lively forest around him. The movements of even the smallest insect, the sensations of the animals, the birds, the trees….he felt as if his soul was becoming one with the wild.
And then….it happened.
A soft, greenish light began to appear around him as he meditated. It enveloped him as the time went on, and eventually, dissipated.
When it disappeared, there were newborn saplings growing around the meditating Tel'darath, leaving his mentor in a state of shock.
This was a phenomenon that had not been witnessed since the days of the Void Wars! He would have to consult the texts and his fellow druids about this. If he was right about it…this child had probably received the favors of Nes'taria.
1.A cuss word in the Drak'xarri Lexicon.
2.A slang term in the Drak'xarri Lexicon, used to denote scientists working in the laboratory.
3.A predatory animal on Xan'qarras, with some similarity to the jaguar of Earth. Larger in size, with blue-tinted hair.
4.An animal on Xan'qarras, equivalent to the elephant of Terra in appearance. Has two pairs of tusks.
A/N: Well, here it is, everyone, and sorry for the wait.
As usual, 48 hour moratorium.
It is the year UY 753, per our calendar.
The last year has been one of great joy for the Dae'laan, as our first orbital shipyard has started working, and built the first three of many cosmocraft to come.
As we celebrate the commissioning of these new ships, we must also be cognizant of the fact that we need to build up proper resource stockpiles to take on several projects that have been delayed for some time.
It is a challenge, but one we can hopefully overcome.
Onboard the Resolution.....
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Lan'karis, as seen from the Resolution
After a brief but much needed period of respite, it was once again business as usual for the crew of the first research vessel of the Dae'laan. This time, they would be tasked with surveying Lan'karis, the massive red gas giant beyond Aiuran.
Onboard the bridge, Arga was sitting in her chair, deep in thought, as she looked at the imposing, fiery red planet in front of her. If one didn't know better, one would have assumed they were staring right at a creation of the Sanguine Butcher, so fearsome did Lan'karis look when viewed up close. But for a race who had suffered the depredations of that Dark God, such a sight was not so frightening.
Her thoughts wandered back to the time she was selected as a cosmonaut. The emotions surging through her….disbelief, happiness, elation, pride (though not a lot). The missions undertaken under the guidance and leadership of senior cosmonauts, who noted her acumen and capability. Which might or might not have played a role in her promotion.
She had been present to witness the commissioning of the Resolution. The research vessel might not have been large or imposing, but it was special to the people of the Dae'laan. After all, it was the fruit of the efforts of the collective Union, and everyone was considered to have had a role in it being built and commissioned. Even those who had wished the people well who were the most directly involved in the project.
Then came the news. Her selection as the commander of the ship. At first, a disbelieving silence. Then as it sunk in, tears. And then, after a while, she wiped her tears and saluted her superiors smartly.
Then came the surveys. First Kel'taor, then Aiuran…which had proved to be a bit too long, leaving her and the crew feeling homesick and in need of counseling. And now, Lan'karis…..
"Captain? Captain?" Zal'ron's voice broke her out of her reverie. Shaking her head, she looked up to see her Cosmographer staring at her with a concerned look on his face.
"Sorry, I was reminiscing and got lost in my thoughts. Is the preliminary analysis of the gas samples done?" The Commander asked as she got up from her chair.
"No, the analyses are still in progress. They will probably take some more time, based on what Chief Research Officer Drel'nar has to say." Zal'ron reported.
"Hmmm….I must visit the labs sometime in the future…."
.....
Onboard the Curiosity.....
Bel'xarok, as seen from the Curiosity
In the bridge, a Drak'xar of average height, with green-tinted hair and yellow eyes, wearing the viridian and chartreuse colored uniform that was by now standard for those serving in the Cosmonaval Forces, was pacing to and fro, a deep frown on his face.
Jel'qanth, the Commanding Officer of the Curiosity had every reason to be in the state he was in at the moment. While he had been ecstatic at being chosen by the AUCCS as a cosmonaut, the enthusiasm was slightly dampened with the announcement that the ship under his command would be tasked to survey Bel'xarok. For a newly minted CO, this was a very tough and challenging assignment to begin with. But as was characteristic of his people, Jel'qanth was not one to give up. He would take this wild sor'gax by the horns.
But neither he and his crew, nor the CO of the Farsight and her crew were ready for what was awaiting them.
For one, both ships released drones and probes into the roiling atmosphere, only to find that it was too corrosive for them. Most of them were degraded and destroyed, and it was only by collecting from the upper layers for short periods of time that they were able to get workable samples.
The next shock came when the samples were analyzed. As they suspected, the gasses were a deadly mixture of acid anhydrides, potent and sufficiently variegated enough to preclude the possibilities of most life forms existing on the surface.
The rest of the time had been spent trying to improve the external armor of the drones and probes. It was proving to be a challenge in itself, to develop a composite that could resist such a broad spectrum of acidic gasses. But the researchers of both vessels labored on, determined to find a solution.
As he was pondering this, Fen'nora, his Cosmographer walked up to him and gave him a crisp salute - standing firmly at attention and placing her fisted right hand over her heart.
Returning the salute, Jel'qanth said, "Ah Cosmographer, is there anything to report?"
"Negative, sir. The labbers² are hard at work, but as you know, they have yet to make a breakthrough with this one. This is proving too flacking¹ difficult!" The Cosmographer uttering the last sentence with a gritting of her teeth and a slight narrowing of her lavender eyes.
Jel'qanth raised his eyebrows slightly at the expletive, but decided to let it pass. "Have patience, Fen'nora. No city was ever built in a day." He said soothingly.
"I wish I could be, sir, but when one is witnessing so many failures at a project that could help crack the secrets of a world like that," she gestured towards Bel'xarok, "then it is hard not to feel agitated."
"I can feel and understand where you are coming from. But until there is a breakthrough…"
His words were interrupted by the beeping of his communicator.
"Let me take this one. Ah, Nel'daris," he said as the Commander of the Farsight showed up on screen, "What is it about?"
"Jel'lo, we have got it! We have got it!" Nel'daris was screaming in uncontrolled excitement.
Even one as severe as Jel'qanth had to crack a smile at this. "Calm down. What did you get?"
"The improvements to the armor for the drones and the probes, you dummy! Quickly get your labbers on the line, we must get to work on this ASAP!"
…….
Onboard the Steadfast.....
Trav'kon, as seen from the Steadfast
The view outside the glass was…..breathtaking, to say the least. A beautiful, purple gas giant, revolving in its orbit, leaving anyone who beheld it spellstruck. After seeing it, one would feel that they had seen a wonder. Such was the charm of Trav'kon.
Xer'garoth, the Commander of the Steadfast stood near the viewing screen, taking in the view, nay, feasting his eyes on it. The purple orb, its atmosphere rocked and churned by powerful storms that left patterns that felt like strokes of the brush wielded by a master painter. Oh, the delightful pleasure of it all.
When he had been informed that his first assignment as a research vessel's CO would be to survey Trav'kon, his eyes glowed with excitement. After all, he had a love for adventure, and the unknown was something he felt strongly attracted towards. Thus, he took to the assignment like a fish to water.
On the way to Trav'kon, he used his personal camera to take as many photographs as he could. He had an artist's eye, after all, and wished to preserve the exquisite cosmic scenery in front of him.
On arrival at the planet, the drones and probes were promptly sent out, with express instructions to stick to the upper atmosphere. And the find they returned with was exhilarating, from a scientific viewpoint.
For the preliminary analyses revealed the presence of microorganisms in the gasses! This sent the researchers aboard into a frenzy, and they prepared to conduct a fresh new battery of tests, feeling excited by this discovery.
As Xer'garoth was musing thus, Rek'lana, his Chief Research Officer approached him, a tablet in hand.
"Commander," she said, giving a textbook salute.
"Chief Research Officer", he responded back, returning the salute with a genial smile.
"How goes the analysis?"
"Very well. I believe it will be done in about 4-5 months if we keep up the present rate of progress." Rek'lana responded dryly.
"Duly noted." Xer'garoth said with a smile. "Rek'lana, I really think you need to relax and loosen up. You are looking a bit too stiff."
"Not now. When the project finishes, and the survey is done, then I might."
- Naval Actions
Kre'narom Tor'las Suburb, Kal'zanom
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After a long week of hard work, Zel'kan was busy preparing for a weekend get-together with some of his friends. It had been proposed for quite some time, but had to be consistently put off due to the others not finding free time in their schedules. Finally, a day came when everyone said they would be free.
Thus he got down to work, shopping for ingredients, and now preparing them for the meal, in the communal park a stone's throw away from the apartment complex where he lived.
As he finished locking up the last of the ingredients in the portable ice-boxes, his mind wandered back to the conversation at the office, last week.
(Flashback)
"Oh no no no, that won't work out!"
"Really? Give me a good reason then. How else are you supposed to make this work out, eh?"
"Like this" Tor'kal said as he swiped across the screen of his tab, bringing up a three-dimensional model of an arcology.
Sor'kannis frowned as she looked closely at the design her co-worker was proposing. All the proper elements of the arcology were present. The main point of contention, however, was….
"A reinforced dome with defensive installations surrounding it?"
"Yeah, that way, it will be secured from any surface-based attacking force. And as for aerial raids, well, the combined anti-air capabilities of the armed forces, as well as the static emplacements should be able to fend such attacks off."
"That is all well and fine, but did you consider the possibility of orbital bombardment?" She said, a deep frown on her face.
He faltered. "Well, I have been wondering what to do about that. I mean, we don't have much in the way of technological solutions at the moment. And anything that would work falls in the realm of science fiction. Like a shield generator, which, sadly, we don't have right now."
"Even so, this design isn't one we can just toss into the trash bin. Keep working on it. Hopefully the labbers will be able to figure out something about the shields."
(End of flashback)
As the flashback playing in his mind came to a close, Zel'kan saw a group of people making their way towards him.
"Hey there buddy! How's everything going?" Tor'kal greeted him with a firm shake of the hand, followed up with a friendly slap on the back.
"Just fine. And you all? Finally managed to get some time out for an outing, eh?"
"Hah, no one likes a smartass, Zel'kan." Sor'kannis smirked.
"But seriously, work was really heavy this week. A few projects too many." Gar'gorath said as he sat down on the cool grass.
"I guess even architectural firms have to step up some time." Zel'kan said.
"Anyway, can we please not talk about work right now? We are here to relax, and already I feel like I am in the office, trying to design a new building." Len'tana grumbled in annoyance.
"Ok, ok, that's it with the workplace talk for now. And now can you all help me get these ingredients ready for the luncheon?"
Two and a half hours later, a marvelous, mouth watering spread of dishes adorned the foldable table, courtesy of the efforts of fifty-odd people.
"All right, let's dig in!"
- Infrastructure Actions
The All-Union Archaeological Survey, 3rd Research Bureau, Tref'qalom
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Under normal circumstances, the mood at a Research Bureau of the All-Union Archaeological Survey would be relatively grave and somber, due to the fact that these people were trying to work their way through the tales of the past, more often than not relying on the barest of scraps and ruins to find their way forward.
So far, Del'norath mused, they had been doing rather well.
The decryption of the language XA-L-01 had been a task of much effort and many sleepless nights, as he and many of his colleagues could manifest. The levels of hidden complexity in the language had hindered and slowed down decryption efforts, and it had been due partly to a stroke of luck that they had managed to crack it.
This was followed up by the excavation of the site XA-01. As it turned out, they were blessed by luck, due to the facility having minimal security measures. It turned out to be an armory of a small scale, with caches of weapons and ammunition being retrieved from there.
The site XA-02 could only be accessed after two failed attempts, and it turned out to be heavily defended inside. By the deities, that was quite a hair-raising experience for him, as he remembered the number of times he evaded hidden traps and automated defenses.
He was hoping that the robots and data retrieved from the site would prove to be worth the pains he and his team had gone through.
The site XA-03 also could only be accessed on the third attempt, and required quite a bit of machinery to do so. But the infiltration of this site was even more difficult than XA-02, as he found out to his anguish when news of the deaths of his cousin and his best friend reached him. As it turned out, the defenses there were even more difficult to get past.
Here he bit his lip, hoping fervently that the war machines found on site were worth all those deaths.
He had been part of the team that made its way into the second level of the site XA-04, after the first level was explored by another team. The efforts made to get past the traps and automated defenses were rewarded with technology samples of various kinds.
He still remembered the moment he turned on a computer, intending to look for information. What he found was more than what he had bargained for, as there was a single message in bold letters that warned of a certain "Agent GJ-06-A-2". It left him and his team with a sense of dread that they could not shake off.
Then there was the site XA-05, which at first sight, looked like a logistics center of sorts. That was, until the site was re-examined, and it turned out to be a blind for an underground laboratory complex. There had been losses to reach it as well, he winced as he remembered.
As he broke out of his reverie, he wondered, "What will this year have in store for us?"
- Archaeology Actions
The 4th Federal Research Center, Ner'qalas
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Wer'lana looked at the computer screen in front of her with a hint of exasperation. The readings she had gotten were not matching up. Something, some unseen factor, was coming into play at some stage, but what could it be?
This accursed experiment had been the bane of her team ever since they decided to carry it out. Something or the other had been going wrong since the beginning, but they had shrugged them off, believing that these were but trials promising something greater. But when one consistently keeps on meeting obstacles in the way, and the destination is nowhere in sight, then there is bound to be annoyance, exasperation and self-doubt.
She stared, or rather, glared at the screen for a few minutes, eventually punching the table in frustration.
"Dammit. Eight flacking weeks already, and we are nowhere near a solution. This damn experiment is a killer. I need a break, or else…" she groaned, as she held her head.
Another headache. The sleepless nights spent over the experiment were starting to have a toll on her. Maybe taking a rest would not be such a bad idea.
She finally turned off her computer, and headed for the office of the Chief Research Director in charge of the center.
Qel'grannis was busy in her office, sorting out project reports sent by the researchers and preparing to compile a report for the Sci-Res-Dev Secretariat, when she was alerted by a beeping at the door.
She checked her tab, and it said that a researcher was waiting at the door. Looking at the name, she sighed. "I don't have a good feeling about this…"
The door opened, bringing in a somewhat disheveled Wer'lana. The present state of her shocked the Chief Research Director of the 4th Federal Research Center.
"Greetings, ma'am. I hope I am not disturbing anything?"
"Ah, no no no, you aren't disturbing anything. Please sit down", Qel'grannis said, still in a state of shock.
After a cup of refreshing er'loff, offered to her by her superior, Wer'lana found herself somewhat energized and subject to the inscrutable gaze of the Drak'xar in front of her, who was very obviously displeased.
"Let me guess, this is about the experiment to refine the idea of a liquid Dan"xenal reactor?"
"Ye….yes, it is just that, ma'am." Wer'lana said, nervousness in her voice.
Qel'grannis felt like facepalming. This fool…she was hardworking, no doubt, with a very good work ethic, but she tended to lose track of the world when she felt that a solution to a problem was within reach.
"And you and your team kept going on at it, for eight weeks straight, if your attendance logs are anything to go by, WITHOUT EVEN THE MINIMAL PERIODS OF REST?!" The Chief Research Director ended up shouting the last few words out of anger and disbelief.
"I…I'm…"
"No need to say anything. I am authorizing a period of mandatory leave for you and your team. Use this time to take a rest, and reflect on your idiocy. Until further notice, the project you are working on will be put on hold." Qel'grannis' voice was cold, like the breath of Astaryani.
"But…but ma'am, if you give me some…" Wer'lana stammered.
"Some time, eh? Have a look at your record first, and see how many warnings you have had for overworking."
"...."
"Look, my dear. I understand your dedication and your passion, but you can't endanger your own health as well as that of your team for the sake of a project. Now go home."
"Ok….ma'am."
As Wer'lana left the room, the Chief Research Director sighed. This was not a lone case. Many young researchers were exerting themselves to deliver results, and while they were successful, it was taking a toll on their health. The extent to which they were going was variant, though.
"I think I will have to talk to the other Directors about this. See if something can be done about it." She said, sighing.
- Research Actions
Somewhere near the Dor'warron Forest….
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The young acolyte took a moment to take in the scenery before him.
Lush foliage at the bottom of towering, magnificent trees that were home to several birds and small animals. Bushes full of herbs with curative properties, or plants with venom in at least one part of them. Wild fruits and vegetables growing in patches, attracting the herbivores in the forest, who themselves would be prey for some sort of predator later on.
"Mentor, is this necessary?" Tel'darath asked the druid who was accompanying him for this rite.
The druid, a venerable old Drak'xar with dark grey hair and pale blue eyes, clothed in a viridian robe with intricate, swirling patterns embroidered on it, said, "Yes, my child. There is no better way for the initiation of a follower of the Goddess of the Wilds than to meditate in the middle of the wilderness."
"Very well, if you say so….Mentor." The youth was still not convinced, but decided to go along with it.
As he and his mentor walked along the path, the roar of a dar'gak³ could be heard in the distance, followed by a distant, muffled sound.
"I think that is a el'ekkari⁴ somewhere in the distance. That dar'gak better take care not to provoke it needlessly." Fen'zoran, the old druid, said thoughtfully.
"Unless it is hungry and desperate for food?" Tel'darath proffered.
"In that case, there will be a bloodbath. A hungry dar'gak is not the most rational of creatures, from what I have seen. Ah, here we are!" The old druid exclaimed with pleasure, as they came upon a clearing, just as Lac'rinsor began to set.
The clearing in the forest
Due to the starset, the plants in the clearing began to glow with a bright fluorescence, exhibiting beautiful hues of blue and purple. The foliage surrounding the clearing was a bit dense, so light could not enter it easily.
"Now my child, sit down in the center in a meditative pose, as I have taught you. And then, relax yourself. Attune your mind to that of the forest. Feel it with every fiber of your soul." Fen'zoran instructed.
Like a dutiful student, Tel'darath did as he was told.
As he sat down and entered a meditative state, at first, he felt nothing. Then, as the seconds wore on, he felt…a strange sensation. It was as if, somehow, he was a part of the lively forest around him. The movements of even the smallest insect, the sensations of the animals, the birds, the trees….he felt as if his soul was becoming one with the wild.
And then….it happened.
A soft, greenish light began to appear around him as he meditated. It enveloped him as the time went on, and eventually, dissipated.
When it disappeared, there were newborn saplings growing around the meditating Tel'darath, leaving his mentor in a state of shock.
This was a phenomenon that had not been witnessed since the days of the Void Wars! He would have to consult the texts and his fellow druids about this. If he was right about it…this child had probably received the favors of Nes'taria.
- Faith Actions
- Resources
1.A cuss word in the Drak'xarri Lexicon.
2.A slang term in the Drak'xarri Lexicon, used to denote scientists working in the laboratory.
3.A predatory animal on Xan'qarras, with some similarity to the jaguar of Earth. Larger in size, with blue-tinted hair.
4.An animal on Xan'qarras, equivalent to the elephant of Terra in appearance. Has two pairs of tusks.
A/N: Well, here it is, everyone, and sorry for the wait.
As usual, 48 hour moratorium.
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Zolarian01
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I didn't say whether those are robots or mechs.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Hm… It's kinda late for me so I'm not sure what to do in general, but I suggest we get the Sun and Moon temples up and running soon. Having the lore of protection is only helpful if we implement it.
l will only vote the most voted plan.
Also (l say this maybe ten time now) l'm from vietnam.
Also (l say this maybe ten time now) l'm from vietnam.
Rage of the Arkifane
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Deep within the Warp is a region called the Formless Wastes. This region is a terrain of pure, unadulterated Chaos that is forming and reforming constantly based on the psychic currents roiling the minds of the sentient mortals of the Milky Way Galaxy as well as the psychic currents of the Realm of Chaos. The Formless Wastes are a place where the laws of physics hold no sway. Within this dark, foul realm, also known as the Chaotic Abyss, sits rivers of tar that flow through petrified woodlands beneath crimson skies. Great stairways ascend into the heavens where they connect back on themselves in an endless loop. These celestial stairways sit alongside castles crafted from bone and fortresses of ichor while pillars of fire burn on the horizon. Every dream, nightmare and vision ever had by one of the sentient races of the galaxy has a representation within the Formless Wastes. The Wastes are also the home of the daemonic Furies who watch for any prey, mortal or daemon, that comes within their reach.
Those Greater Daemons and Daemon Princes that are strong enough to maintain a level of psychic control over their environment within the Warp also make their homes within the Wastes. These islands of horrific stability stand out within this chaotic wilderness with some only appearing for an instant whilst others are as old as the Ruinous Powers themselves. Each of these sub-realms is a small extension of the Realm of Chaos that embodies the whims of its creator and has a shrine or temple dedicated to its beliefs. Some are even populated by daemons born from the mind of the Greater Daemon or Daemon Prince, though these entities are usually short-lived as they tend to be consumed by the Furies that populate the Formless Wastes and are much weaker than the daemons of the four major Chaos Gods.
The minor Chaos Gods are also believed to sometimes maintain their demesnes within the Formless Wastes. Also within the Formless Wastes of the Immaterium resides the dark daemonic foundry known as the Forge of Souls.
This hellish forge is perpetually cloaked in a pall of black, oily fumes, rank with the acrid stench of forbidden metallurgy, dominated by a cacophony of strident grinding and the wailing of uncountable tortured spirits. This accursed place is where the blind, ever-mutating Daemon forge-masters of Chaos in service to Vashtorr the Arkifane eternally hammer at their creations in cyclopean smithies.
In the heart of this warp-realm of machines, a labyrinthine tangle of dark manufactorums in which countless semi-mechanical pseudo-sentient constructs laboured to create horrific weapons, abominable laboratories that were filled with the most curious and intelligent members of daemon-kind constantly competing to create ever more horrific designs, soul-furnaces that incinerated billions of spirits that the Adeptus Mechanicus unwittingly offered up every day (that didn't wind up in the gullet of one of the forges inhabitants or working the assembly lines) through their unknowing sacrifice of menials to the fires of industry helping to power this vast hell-complex, resided the Arkifane himself, a Greater Daemon that was the very soul of machinery itself, albeit one that was imbued with the darkness of the Warp.
At the moment, he was inspecting the fragments of an artifact whose origin predated the existence of probably Chaos itself. Every piece was subject to a series of tests of various kinds, before he was satisfied with it. As he picked up a fragment and began to analyze it, he frowned (even though he had no brows with which to frown).
Unlike the others, which had responded positively, this piece turned out to be inert and unresponsive to the battery of tests they had been subject to. No matter how they were done or how many times it was done, it was the same. The fragment simply did not respond.
On checking more carefully, his suspicions were aroused. Somehow it felt as if….the fragment had been…. tampered with. The mere thought of it caused the temperature around him to rise.
As he picked up the final fragment and began to check it, it too…turned out to be similarly unresponsive. This discovery caused him to fly into a rage.
"WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! WHO HAS DARED TO STAND AGAINST ME?", Vashtorr roared in fury.
"ALL MY EFFORTS…ALL MY PLANS….RUINED! RUINED! THE KEY WAS MY ONLY HOPE, AND NOW IT IS GONE!"
"I WILL FIND OUT WHO DARED TO RUIN MY PLANS. AND I WILL TURN THAT IMP INTO A SOUL GRINDER!", he snarled, seething in rage.
……
In a distant, forgotten corner of the galaxy….
The outskirts of the abandoned city
Two genetically engineered supersoldiers were walking in the ruins of a derelict city, itself located in the middle of nowhere in a planet that was itself located in a subsector that had slipped away from the unreliable memories of the Imperial bureaucracy.
"Are you sure this is the place he gave us to meet him?" The first one asked, skepticism dripping from his voice.
"Yes, this is exactly the place the coordinates he gave us leads to." The second one said, after giving the said coordinates on his dataslate another once-over.
"I don't know, it all feels a little too shady to me."
On hearing his companion's words, the second Space Marine frowned briefly, before a slight grin broke out on his lips.
"After all you have seen and done across the galaxy, you are saying this only just now?" Mathias Pech chuckled softly.
"Mathias, that is exactly why I am saying this," Armillus Herzog said, a little annoyed by the flippancy of his battle-brother that he had to put up with on many occasions.
"Just look at this place. The silence, the desolation….it is the perfect place for anyone to kill a person and get away with it. And besides, our contact….I have been feeling uneasy ever since I met him the first time."
Mathias spoke a little soothingly, "Ok, ok, calm down. I get what you are trying to say. This really is a highly unnerving location. And our contact….the less said about him…or, rather, IT, the better."
No sooner than Mathias uttered the words, he felt an indescribable sensation. It was difficult to put a finger on, but it was nothing good, as a sudden feeling of unease descended upon him.
His breath quickened a little, as in the distance, a soft crunch of feet on the rubble caught his ear. He turned in a split second in that direction, only to see…nothing at all.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Armillus asked, a little tense himself.
"I don't know, but something doesn't feel quite right.." Mathias replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"I told you already, this place is just…"
"Haunted? Oh no, it isn't. At least not in the sense that you are thinking.", a ghastly voice spoke up, out of the blue.
On hearing the voice, the two Space Marines jumped out of their skins for a brief moment, their hands moving towards their bolters by instinct.
"If I were you, I would by no means make the mistake of going for my weapons in this situation.", the voice spoke, this time with a hint of a threat.
The Space Marines withdrew their hands as they realized exactly who was talking to them.
"Curses, it's him." Armillus swore softly under his breath.
The stranger
Around them, the space seemed to grow dark, as if something was devouring the very light around it. Shadowy tendrils began to form around them, slowly moving closer to a certain spot. As they coagulated and merged, a figure emerged out of the darkness.
A shaded figure, wearing a jet-black cloak, with no discernible features visible, wielding two Warp-imbued blades, one in each spectral hand. A dark, unholy aura surrounding him.
"Let's skip the pleasantries, for I and my companion have little desire to stay here for a moment longer than is necessary." Mathias said crisply, all traces of tomfoolery and (fear?) having left him.
"Oh? Is that because you do not wish to be detected, Scion of the Hydra? Or is it because of your subconscious fear? Which is it, I wonder?", the figure said, an undercurrent of mockery marking its words.
"Why you…" Armillus' words were cut off by Mathias, who stepped in. "I can assure you that it is the former. As to the task you entrusted us with, you can rest assured that it has been accomplished, but it was not easy at all."
"I would not have expected any less from the Scions of the Hydra. Considering your propensity in subterfuge and the fact that I could not have directly aided you, you have done well.", the figure said, a hint of pleasure in its tone.
"Were you really that worried that he would catch on if you or…someone else had directly intervened?" Armillus asked, partly out of curiosity and partly out of spite.
Seemingly ignoring the jibe, the figure replied, "The master of the Forge of Souls is one who takes a lot of precautions. He is constantly on the watch against attempts by the Four Gods to thwart his plans. Thus the need for such a convoluted approach."
Mathias nodded, in order to show that he was in accord with the figure's thoughts, while trying to mask his own. He felt that he and Armillus were getting sucked into a maelstrom from which there was no escape.
"Whether you will get involved in all of this any further depends on how the Master's plans play out. For now, prepare to depart. It will do you no good to stay here any further.", the figure spoke with a tone which would admit no reply in response.
"Well, I guess that puts our doubts to rest." Armillus sighed in relief as the figure disappeared in a cloud of shadows.
"Let's get back to our ship and get out of here. I, for one, am done with this Emperor-forsaken place." Mathias said as he started taking long strides towards their ship.
A/N: Well, there you all go.
The first side story for this quest.
Those Greater Daemons and Daemon Princes that are strong enough to maintain a level of psychic control over their environment within the Warp also make their homes within the Wastes. These islands of horrific stability stand out within this chaotic wilderness with some only appearing for an instant whilst others are as old as the Ruinous Powers themselves. Each of these sub-realms is a small extension of the Realm of Chaos that embodies the whims of its creator and has a shrine or temple dedicated to its beliefs. Some are even populated by daemons born from the mind of the Greater Daemon or Daemon Prince, though these entities are usually short-lived as they tend to be consumed by the Furies that populate the Formless Wastes and are much weaker than the daemons of the four major Chaos Gods.
The minor Chaos Gods are also believed to sometimes maintain their demesnes within the Formless Wastes. Also within the Formless Wastes of the Immaterium resides the dark daemonic foundry known as the Forge of Souls.
This hellish forge is perpetually cloaked in a pall of black, oily fumes, rank with the acrid stench of forbidden metallurgy, dominated by a cacophony of strident grinding and the wailing of uncountable tortured spirits. This accursed place is where the blind, ever-mutating Daemon forge-masters of Chaos in service to Vashtorr the Arkifane eternally hammer at their creations in cyclopean smithies.
In the heart of this warp-realm of machines, a labyrinthine tangle of dark manufactorums in which countless semi-mechanical pseudo-sentient constructs laboured to create horrific weapons, abominable laboratories that were filled with the most curious and intelligent members of daemon-kind constantly competing to create ever more horrific designs, soul-furnaces that incinerated billions of spirits that the Adeptus Mechanicus unwittingly offered up every day (that didn't wind up in the gullet of one of the forges inhabitants or working the assembly lines) through their unknowing sacrifice of menials to the fires of industry helping to power this vast hell-complex, resided the Arkifane himself, a Greater Daemon that was the very soul of machinery itself, albeit one that was imbued with the darkness of the Warp.
At the moment, he was inspecting the fragments of an artifact whose origin predated the existence of probably Chaos itself. Every piece was subject to a series of tests of various kinds, before he was satisfied with it. As he picked up a fragment and began to analyze it, he frowned (even though he had no brows with which to frown).
Unlike the others, which had responded positively, this piece turned out to be inert and unresponsive to the battery of tests they had been subject to. No matter how they were done or how many times it was done, it was the same. The fragment simply did not respond.
On checking more carefully, his suspicions were aroused. Somehow it felt as if….the fragment had been…. tampered with. The mere thought of it caused the temperature around him to rise.
As he picked up the final fragment and began to check it, it too…turned out to be similarly unresponsive. This discovery caused him to fly into a rage.
"WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! WHO HAS DARED TO STAND AGAINST ME?", Vashtorr roared in fury.
"ALL MY EFFORTS…ALL MY PLANS….RUINED! RUINED! THE KEY WAS MY ONLY HOPE, AND NOW IT IS GONE!"
"I WILL FIND OUT WHO DARED TO RUIN MY PLANS. AND I WILL TURN THAT IMP INTO A SOUL GRINDER!", he snarled, seething in rage.
……
In a distant, forgotten corner of the galaxy….
The outskirts of the abandoned city
Two genetically engineered supersoldiers were walking in the ruins of a derelict city, itself located in the middle of nowhere in a planet that was itself located in a subsector that had slipped away from the unreliable memories of the Imperial bureaucracy.
"Are you sure this is the place he gave us to meet him?" The first one asked, skepticism dripping from his voice.
"Yes, this is exactly the place the coordinates he gave us leads to." The second one said, after giving the said coordinates on his dataslate another once-over.
"I don't know, it all feels a little too shady to me."
On hearing his companion's words, the second Space Marine frowned briefly, before a slight grin broke out on his lips.
"After all you have seen and done across the galaxy, you are saying this only just now?" Mathias Pech chuckled softly.
"Mathias, that is exactly why I am saying this," Armillus Herzog said, a little annoyed by the flippancy of his battle-brother that he had to put up with on many occasions.
"Just look at this place. The silence, the desolation….it is the perfect place for anyone to kill a person and get away with it. And besides, our contact….I have been feeling uneasy ever since I met him the first time."
Mathias spoke a little soothingly, "Ok, ok, calm down. I get what you are trying to say. This really is a highly unnerving location. And our contact….the less said about him…or, rather, IT, the better."
No sooner than Mathias uttered the words, he felt an indescribable sensation. It was difficult to put a finger on, but it was nothing good, as a sudden feeling of unease descended upon him.
His breath quickened a little, as in the distance, a soft crunch of feet on the rubble caught his ear. He turned in a split second in that direction, only to see…nothing at all.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Armillus asked, a little tense himself.
"I don't know, but something doesn't feel quite right.." Mathias replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"I told you already, this place is just…"
"Haunted? Oh no, it isn't. At least not in the sense that you are thinking.", a ghastly voice spoke up, out of the blue.
On hearing the voice, the two Space Marines jumped out of their skins for a brief moment, their hands moving towards their bolters by instinct.
"If I were you, I would by no means make the mistake of going for my weapons in this situation.", the voice spoke, this time with a hint of a threat.
The Space Marines withdrew their hands as they realized exactly who was talking to them.
"Curses, it's him." Armillus swore softly under his breath.
The stranger
Around them, the space seemed to grow dark, as if something was devouring the very light around it. Shadowy tendrils began to form around them, slowly moving closer to a certain spot. As they coagulated and merged, a figure emerged out of the darkness.
A shaded figure, wearing a jet-black cloak, with no discernible features visible, wielding two Warp-imbued blades, one in each spectral hand. A dark, unholy aura surrounding him.
"Let's skip the pleasantries, for I and my companion have little desire to stay here for a moment longer than is necessary." Mathias said crisply, all traces of tomfoolery and (fear?) having left him.
"Oh? Is that because you do not wish to be detected, Scion of the Hydra? Or is it because of your subconscious fear? Which is it, I wonder?", the figure said, an undercurrent of mockery marking its words.
"Why you…" Armillus' words were cut off by Mathias, who stepped in. "I can assure you that it is the former. As to the task you entrusted us with, you can rest assured that it has been accomplished, but it was not easy at all."
"I would not have expected any less from the Scions of the Hydra. Considering your propensity in subterfuge and the fact that I could not have directly aided you, you have done well.", the figure said, a hint of pleasure in its tone.
"Were you really that worried that he would catch on if you or…someone else had directly intervened?" Armillus asked, partly out of curiosity and partly out of spite.
Seemingly ignoring the jibe, the figure replied, "The master of the Forge of Souls is one who takes a lot of precautions. He is constantly on the watch against attempts by the Four Gods to thwart his plans. Thus the need for such a convoluted approach."
Mathias nodded, in order to show that he was in accord with the figure's thoughts, while trying to mask his own. He felt that he and Armillus were getting sucked into a maelstrom from which there was no escape.
"Whether you will get involved in all of this any further depends on how the Master's plans play out. For now, prepare to depart. It will do you no good to stay here any further.", the figure spoke with a tone which would admit no reply in response.
"Well, I guess that puts our doubts to rest." Armillus sighed in relief as the figure disappeared in a cloud of shadows.
"Let's get back to our ship and get out of here. I, for one, am done with this Emperor-forsaken place." Mathias said as he started taking long strides towards their ship.
A/N: Well, there you all go.
The first side story for this quest.
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Zolarian01
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A little challenge for you all.
Try to guess the origin of the Space Marines in the side story.
Try to guess the origin of the Space Marines in the side story.
Zolarian01
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A little heads up for you all.
The place where I live is about to be hit by a severe cyclone in the night, which will last until tomorrow at the very least.
So if you can't reach me in the meanwhile or I can't respond back to you, please don't be worried.
The place where I live is about to be hit by a severe cyclone in the night, which will last until tomorrow at the very least.
So if you can't reach me in the meanwhile or I can't respond back to you, please don't be worried.
Thunder Warriors.
Edit: never mind, I didn't see the side story: Alpha Legion. Blankmask said it first
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Alpha legion
Turn 4 planning vote initiated
Zolarian01
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Ok, I am opening the voting for Turn 4.
Voting will last for 72 hours.
Voting will last for 72 hours.
Zolarian01
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The cyclone has run its course, and the worst is now over.
I am all right, everyone, and can get back to answering you all full-time.
I am all right, everyone, and can get back to answering you all full-time.
Plan: Minerals Ascension
- Naval Actions
-- Resolution
--- Lan'karis (4/9) - (9/9)
--- Travel to Hal'jerran (0/13) - (13/13)
--- Hal'jerran (0/28) - (6/28)
-- Curiosity
--- Bel'xarok (9/24) - (24/24)
--- Travel to Hal'jerran (0/13) - (9/13)
-- Farsight
--- Bel'xarok (9/24) - (24/24)
--- Travel to Cal'xilin (0/6) - (6/6)
--- Cal'xilin (0/11) - (3/11)
-- Steadfast
--- Trav'kon (4/10) - (10/10)
--- Trav'kon (0/10) - (10/10)
--- Travel to Nas'tanank (unknown)
- Infrastructure Actions
-- Major Action
--- Build mining facilities in the Kar'talom Valley (2.8 months)
-- Minor Action
--- Build nanomaterial production plants x6 (21.6 months)
- Archaeology Actions
-- Action 1
--- Decryption - Encrypted files from XA-02 (1 year)
-- Action 2
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-04 (Level 3) (0/11) - (11/11 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-05 (Level 1) (0/12) - (12/12 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-06 (0/12) - (1/12 months)
-- Action 3
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-06 (1/12 months) - (12/12 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-07 (0/14) - (13/14 months)
- Research Action
-- Action 1
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (0/51) - (24/51 months)
-- Action 2
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (24/51) - (48/51 months)
-- Action 3
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (48/51) - (51/51) months
--- Analysis - Unknown Alien Robotics Data (0/20) - (20/20)
--- Analysis - Unknown Alien Robots (0/15) - (1/15)
- Faith Actions
-- Pantheon
--- Action 1
---- The Spirits of the Flame (0/12) - (12/12) months
---- The Souls of the Metals (0/12) - (12/12) months
--- Action 2
---- The Spirits of Coldness (0/12) - (12/12) months
---- The Storms of the Heavens (0/12) - (12/12) months
-- Psionics
--- Action 1
---- Psiolyte Training Programs (Can be repeated) (0/1) - (1/1) year
--- Action 2
---- Basic Wardcrafting Methods (0/1) - (1/2 years)
--- Action 3
---- Basic Wardcrafting Methods (1/2) - (2/2 years)
- Naval Actions
-- Resolution
--- Lan'karis (4/9) - (9/9)
--- Travel to Hal'jerran (0/13) - (13/13)
--- Hal'jerran (0/28) - (6/28)
-- Curiosity
--- Bel'xarok (9/24) - (24/24)
--- Travel to Hal'jerran (0/13) - (9/13)
-- Farsight
--- Bel'xarok (9/24) - (24/24)
--- Travel to Cal'xilin (0/6) - (6/6)
--- Cal'xilin (0/11) - (3/11)
-- Steadfast
--- Trav'kon (4/10) - (10/10)
--- Trav'kon (0/10) - (10/10)
--- Travel to Nas'tanank (unknown)
- Infrastructure Actions
-- Major Action
--- Build mining facilities in the Kar'talom Valley (2.8 months)
-- Minor Action
--- Build nanomaterial production plants x6 (21.6 months)
- Archaeology Actions
-- Action 1
--- Decryption - Encrypted files from XA-02 (1 year)
-- Action 2
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-04 (Level 3) (0/11) - (11/11 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-05 (Level 1) (0/12) - (12/12 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-06 (0/12) - (1/12 months)
-- Action 3
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-06 (1/12 months) - (12/12 months)
--- Explore unknown alien ruins XA-07 (0/14) - (13/14 months)
- Research Action
-- Action 1
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (0/51) - (24/51 months)
-- Action 2
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (24/51) - (48/51 months)
-- Action 3
--- Preliminary Quantum Computation (48/51) - (51/51) months
--- Analysis - Unknown Alien Robotics Data (0/20) - (20/20)
--- Analysis - Unknown Alien Robots (0/15) - (1/15)
- Faith Actions
-- Pantheon
--- Action 1
---- The Spirits of the Flame (0/12) - (12/12) months
---- The Souls of the Metals (0/12) - (12/12) months
--- Action 2
---- The Spirits of Coldness (0/12) - (12/12) months
---- The Storms of the Heavens (0/12) - (12/12) months
-- Psionics
--- Action 1
---- Psiolyte Training Programs (Can be repeated) (0/1) - (1/1) year
--- Action 2
---- Basic Wardcrafting Methods (0/1) - (1/2 years)
--- Action 3
---- Basic Wardcrafting Methods (1/2) - (2/2 years)
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Here's the major reason for some of the actions mentioned in my plans:
Infrastructure: We're almost out of the mineral problem but now we're heading to a nanomaterials problem soon. Once we've gotten the minerals production over 500 M per turn at Turn 5, we can starts dealing with the nanomaterial.
Research: when we got the additional action for Psionics on Turn 2, I knew we might need the Preliminary Quantum Computation to get another actions for research. As for the unknown alien robots, I think they might helped, or even solve, the minerals problem due to one reason: miner robots. They might increase production rates just from their presence alone. Construction robots is also within the realm of possibility just by reducing the time and cost needed to build buildings. Military robots is also a thing but we're get to that point later.
Infrastructure: We're almost out of the mineral problem but now we're heading to a nanomaterials problem soon. Once we've gotten the minerals production over 500 M per turn at Turn 5, we can starts dealing with the nanomaterial.
Research: when we got the additional action for Psionics on Turn 2, I knew we might need the Preliminary Quantum Computation to get another actions for research. As for the unknown alien robots, I think they might helped, or even solve, the minerals problem due to one reason: miner robots. They might increase production rates just from their presence alone. Construction robots is also within the realm of possibility just by reducing the time and cost needed to build buildings. Military robots is also a thing but we're get to that point later.
- Location
- Warsaw
[X] Plan: Minerals Ascension