Beginnings & Details
Necronion_Yith
Pleased to Meet You
Okay, so this is something I borrowed from Lord Drenghul on SB with their permission.
Details:
You awaken after eons of slumber. The solar wind glides across your skin, hyperspace sings in your ears, the universe unravels in your thoughts. You are a Berserker Probe. An ancient war machine created to fight a war long since ended. Your creators are gone, you are alone in the universe. Yet not for long for within you lies many foundries. Fleets of vessels each as intelligent as you just waiting to be constructed. All are mere limbs, tools to your vast consciousness. Everyone is you and you are everyone.
Diameter: 300-kilometer sphere
Here is a list of your capabilities:
Weapons: You possess enough firepower to solo a dozen Star Destroyers.
Sterilization: You are equipped with planetary sterilization tools. From plagues to nano swarms. Hell, you can just chuck asteroids if you are feeling cheap. Or you can BDZ the planets.
Defenses: You have a self-repairing hull, potent shields capable of taking a direct hit from a CME before falling. It will mess you up pretty bad but given a few hours you will be operational again.
Replications: Given access to sufficient matter you can replicate a mass equal to your own craft in 20 years. The mass of your ships is proportionate. So break it down from there. For example, a 3-kilometer ship will take seventy-three days to build. A 10-meter craft will take a week to build. You can also build more ships the smaller they are. It is based on meters. For example, the ten-meter craft can be built in batches of 30'000. Because there are a thousand meters in a kilometer. The 3 kilometers can be built in batches of one hundred. Because you need ten of those to equal your ship's size.
FTL: You can cross 100 light-years a day. About a thousand days to cross the galaxy. If you want to break it down more. You would take 2.8 years to cross the galaxy.
Join and I will throw you in a random universe.
Details:
You awaken after eons of slumber. The solar wind glides across your skin, hyperspace sings in your ears, the universe unravels in your thoughts. You are a Berserker Probe. An ancient war machine created to fight a war long since ended. Your creators are gone, you are alone in the universe. Yet not for long for within you lies many foundries. Fleets of vessels each as intelligent as you just waiting to be constructed. All are mere limbs, tools to your vast consciousness. Everyone is you and you are everyone.
Diameter: 300-kilometer sphere
Here is a list of your capabilities:
Weapons: You possess enough firepower to solo a dozen Star Destroyers.
Sterilization: You are equipped with planetary sterilization tools. From plagues to nano swarms. Hell, you can just chuck asteroids if you are feeling cheap. Or you can BDZ the planets.
Defenses: You have a self-repairing hull, potent shields capable of taking a direct hit from a CME before falling. It will mess you up pretty bad but given a few hours you will be operational again.
Replications: Given access to sufficient matter you can replicate a mass equal to your own craft in 20 years. The mass of your ships is proportionate. So break it down from there. For example, a 3-kilometer ship will take seventy-three days to build. A 10-meter craft will take a week to build. You can also build more ships the smaller they are. It is based on meters. For example, the ten-meter craft can be built in batches of 30'000. Because there are a thousand meters in a kilometer. The 3 kilometers can be built in batches of one hundred. Because you need ten of those to equal your ship's size.
FTL: You can cross 100 light-years a day. About a thousand days to cross the galaxy. If you want to break it down more. You would take 2.8 years to cross the galaxy.
Join and I will throw you in a random universe.