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The Practice War [Complete]

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About halfway in to the first interlude, but sleep is a thing that is necessary. Should have the time to finish it tomorrow.

I think it should be...appropriately interesting.
 
Snowfire said:
About halfway in to the first interlude, but sleep is a thing that is necessary. Should have the time to finish it tomorrow.

I think it should be...appropriately interesting.
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Oh, good. He's asleep. TIME TO PARTY!

On a more serious note, the Shiplords have been bugging me all day. A thought that keeps buzzing in my head: Did the Shiplords we fought ascend rather than die? That could explain the glowyness when they disappeared. If they associate Speaking with Ascension, then it would also explain both the rage at Amanda for 'remaining' when she could (or should?) move on, and the pity when they realized that she doesn't even know about it. Just food for thought.
 
MTB said:
Snowfire made this comment. So, the SL have been around before the first Uninvolved. That doesn't preclude them from having the capability to become Uninvolved, just not taking it all at once - you could be dead right.
Question then is the same as it was - wtf?
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I don't think that the Uninvolved are Ascended, but rather that they are headed that way. For whatever reason the SL remain behind. That would explain why they are the oldest race in the galaxy. Everybody older than them is either extinct or has moved on.
 
One thought I had about Shiplord mentality: with their "Martyr" mindset, they seem to see dying for some greater good as a fairly desirable thing. So making a huge part of an alien population sacrifice itself so the rest can live could seem completely morally right to them.
 
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One thought I had about Shiplord mentality: with their "Martyr" mindset, they seem to see dying for some greater good as a fairly desirable thing. So making a huge part of an alien population sacrifice itself so the rest can live could seem completely morally right to them.
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Which is opposed to the Human mindset towards war of "Let the OTHER guy die for his country."
 
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Interlude: Alien Reactions
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    • Neras Emergence Starhome Alternate Nutrient Source Advised.
    Approximately forty thousand lightyears from the Sol System.
    Eight Months After the Second Battle of Sol

    You looked up as the door to the meeting room irised silently open, and your mouth widened in an expression of astonished joy as you recognised the fluid gait of a Merien. Your reports had placed Bertlant at the far end of the Chich'swa Confederacy's space, and you hadn't thought to see him here.

    "I see Nilean Intelligence's latest report has yet to reach you, Kendl." He said, your implants smoothly translating his words and the amusement present in them. You shook a long finger at his close-lipped smile, but made no attempt to conceal your delight that he had defied expectations. Bertlant was one of the few Farspeakers in the entire Confederacy that you knew well enough to read, the multi-species polity having made it even harder on their neighbors' diplomats five stellar cycles ago when they'd accepted another race into their vastly extended family. Fresh from their first victory over the Shiplords they might be, but the Cich'swa had been waiting for centuries for them to succeed.

    In fairness, it wasn't completely benevolent. The species' home system lay within jump range of a major Confederacy fleet hub and it remained rich in resources even after several attempts to fight off a Tribute Fleet. The Confederacy was a far better partner than many of the others out there, however. Nilean terms were better in your opinion, but you were biased by nature. One of the things you valued most about Bertlant was that you both could recognise that in each other, and not take offense. He was also the steadiest Confederacy Farspeaker that you knew of, and that was saying quite a bit. With him here, this meeting was far more likely to be productive.

    "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." You replied smoothly. "I was just happy to see an old friend." You gestured to one of the free places at the table, the smart material of the chair reconfiguring to accommodate Merien physiology. Squelching the burst of envy in seeing that had long since become routine, but it was still there, every time. It was foolish really, given the vast age of your hosts, but no one ever said life was logical.

    Bertlant settled into the chair, and gave the four remaining places an enquiring glance. "All of us at the same table?" He asked, his amusement fading quickly as the circumstances became apparent. "I know this is a Starhome, but the Shiplords must watch these meetings. One so far outside of schedule, surely that'll attract attention?"

    "It was judged a necessary risk by those involved in this decision." You replied, stilling your fingers through sheer force of will. "You're right, they do observe our meetings, and probably much more besides. But the Emergence guarantees secure and neutral meeting grounds, and the Shiplords appear to respect that." Why the Shiplords did so was a question that Nilean operatives had spent decades trying to answer. The Neras themselves were entirely uncommunicative on the subject, and covert options were distinctly limited when your target was a sentient, spaceborne fungus that could apparently utilise the First Secret without a jump drive.

    "I notice you do not mention your government in that statement." Bertlant mused.

    "I don't think any of us would mention our governments if we were asked about our reasons for being here, Bert." You replied with every appearance of calm, but there was a softness to your tone that he somehow picked up. You saw the reaction in the tensing of muscles that you knew from personal experience could dent armour plating, the hunting instincts of a species that had yet to truly leave behind that past, not that you could judge.

    "Kendl," he said a few moments later, as his posture relaxed, "what in the name of Tekli is going on?" You wanted to tell him right then, the truth almost enough to burst from your chest, but if you started to explain you'd only have to do it another four times over. That wouldn't help anyone, and it would be the height of selfishness to spread the burden so imperfectly. You mastered the surge of highly un-Nilean thought, and looked back calmly. One of your fingers might have twitched a little.

    "Not until we're all here, Bertlant." Your hands moved despite your all your attempts to control them, forming a compound sign for highest secret, hoping that he'd understand. The Neras guaranteed secure and neutral meeting grounds, that was true. But to qualify for that protection, all secure communication had to take place after the room was fully sealed. When the meeting was over, the Neras would return every participant to their ship or rented quarters aboard the Starhome and then purge the room and everything in it down to a quantum level. Until you had those protections in place, you couldn't talk about what had brought you here. Even thinking about it made you nervous.

    "Very well." Bert straightened in his chair, and your fingers flicked in a motion of gratitude. You knew he knew enough about Nilean signing to understand that one. He reached over idly and snagged a bottle of the light spirit that both your metabolisms could process. "A drink whilst we wait, then?"

    "It would be my pleasure."

    ***​

    It didn't take long for the rest of the crew to arrive, and if they'd found the sight of you and Bertlant drinking this early a little surprising, they let it pass. Tara even took a glass of their own, but then the Marionettes cheated where inebriation was concerned. They were all there, however, and that was what mattered as you rose to your feet from the supremely comfortable chair. Silence descended, they all knew what that meant.

    "Are we all comfortable?" You asked. It was a code phrase, one of many that were used to secure your meetings. Some of the others thought you overly paranoid, bringing too many Nilean mannerisms to the table, but they also weren't about to complain.

    "Only if there's brandy for our glasses." Came the bemused reply, and you nodded sharply before keying the call pad.

    "Seal room." You ordered.

    "Consent registered." The meeting room intelligence replied cheerfully, and the door slid shut. There was a faint jolt as the room disconnected from the entrance corridor, and then the gentle hum of its security locks coming online. You were completely disconnected now, with a layer of perfect vacuum between the outer shell of the room and the rest of the Starhome. As cut off from the rest of the universe as it was possible to be. "Room sealed. Lease activated. You will be warned at ten cycles from the termination point. Have a nice day." It vanished, the program self-terminating, and you looked across at the five other sophonts sharing the chamber with you and slumped a little. For a few precious snatches of time, you were safe. Safe from the outside, at least, but not from what you'd brought with you, and traitorous fingers extracted the data chip that had brought you all here from your case. You slid it into the interface slot on the table, and keyed the holo online.

    "I will be dispensing with the pleasantries for this meeting, what I'm about to tell you is going to require the full room lease to discuss fully." You set down the glass you'd been holding, pushing it deliberately away, and took a careful breath as every eye in the room locked on you. You brought up the first image.

    "That's a Shiplord transcript." Tara worked it out first. "But we've never seen headers like that before."

    "I'm not surprised," you replied. "What I am about to tell you is known to less than twenty members of the Nilean Community. This is a Shiplord internal broadcast, from their lagless relay in the Verge. It-" Bertlant reared back in his seat.

    "You compromised a Shiplord relay?" He demanded. "How? No, why? Running a risk like that could bring a War Fleet down on your entire species. Sharing it with us could bring them down on ours, too!" His eyes flicked to the transcript, then back again to you. "Kendl, what could possibly be that important?"

    "It's a notification of a Tribute Fleet loss." Tara said, and you grimaced. Usually any annoyance would be good-natured, but you weren't sure that was going to help the situation. You did your best to capitalise on it, though.

    "Yes, it is." You gestured in the affirmative, then formed another motion for calm and patience as Bert took another breath. Thankfully it stopped him, but you could tell he wanted answers. And as unusual as his outburst had been, you doubted any of the others in the room wanted them less.

    "It reports the complete loss of a Tribute Fleet. Ten Collectors with escorts, and a Repair Cruiser seconded from the Regulars. Normally this wouldn't be of much note, Tribute Fleets sometimes vanish, we know it's part of how their system works." One of the representatives chuckled darkly, but you ignored the opening for humour. "I don't think anyone has ever seen a species vanish one on their second meeting, however. Roughly thirty stellar cycles after their first encounter with the Shiplords."

    Dead silence followed.

    "Kendl," the deep bass of the representative for the Sarthee almost hid their shock. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" The Sarthee were the oldest race with a place at your table, and the gaining strength of their Uninvolved movement had come up at your last meeting. One of the only true warrior peoples that had successfully made it through the Shiplord's arbitrary tests, they were the closest thing to a true military power you had. If they chose to transition to Uninvolved, you'd lose that. And your people did have a history of twisting truth to their own ends in critical situations.

    "This is the raw transcript." You replied. "You are welcome to analyse it, but this chip will remain behind when we leave. This is far too dangerous to be allowed to spread as more than thought."

    "I'm sure we'll all have our own tests to run," Tara said, no doubt already having begun their own. "But I feel that if there is even the slightest chance of this being true, we have no choice but to pursue it." Their eyes glazed for a second, consulting the deeper genetic knowledge of their partner. "No race in our memory has done what this one has. These…humans," they spoke the strange word steadily. "Regardless of how they might have done it, the fact that they have is a priceless opportunity. We would pledge support for a contact mission now, and we believe our superiors would agree."

    "But what if it's a trap?" You wanted to reply to the half-snapped question from the Schorvan Ambassador, but Bertlant got there first. Probably a good thing, in the end, the Confederacy was a far more trustworthy power in Schorvan eyes.

    "The Shiplords do not set traps," he said calmly, eyes dark over the misted crystal of his half-full glass. "They act, and the race responsible for drawing their ire suffers." Or dies, he left unsaid. "I agree with Tara, and I know the Merien would as well. The rest of the Confederacy could be a harder sell, but my people would be enough to support a contact mission." You shot him a thankful sign, glad that your belief in his steadiness hadn't been misguided.

    "The Nilean Community has already begun preparations." Truth be told, your superiors had been quite clear on this matter. With or without your diplomatic project, the Community would be investigating the system responsible for this transcript. Support would be welcomed, but it was not required. "Any support you could grant would be greatly welcomed, however. Given our relative locations, we are rather lacking in effective launch points for such a mission, and several of you have closer borders."

    "You would refer to our old base near the Kelahan system." The Schorvan representative rumbled, and you nodded.

    "It would be ideal." You said, and the weight of Nilean Intelligence's expertise hovered at the edge of that statement with the weight of a thousand cycles of security.

    "Very well." It said heavily. "Although I will wish to examine this transcript in detail before confirming our support."

    "Of course." You weren't scared of any accusations of falsehood here. Although your people had a history of scheming, you'd learnt long ago that the truth was a vastly more powerful weapon than falsehood. You just had to aim it correctly.

    The others at the table looked around, seeing the turning tide, and added similar agreements to the mix. So long as the transcript bore out as true, and you knew it was, they would support such a mission. It would no doubt be far more complicated than getting their approval here and now, but the commitment would matter.

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    Many human hours later, as the last of the representatives were returned to their ships by the Neras, a growth of the strange lifeform cut through the top of the deforming chamber. The purge was prepared and already in process on the outer sections of the meeting room, but something had been left behind this time. Something that this group must want destroyed.

    Despite their unassuming status within the galaxy, one they'd gone a long way to establish, the Neras Emergence were ancient beyond reckoning. Not as old as the Shiplords perhaps, but they came close. Yet they remained a curious species, and so the growth slipped down from the ceiling of the isolation chamber and crawled along the tabletop to find the chip left behind by Kendl Merizan of the Nilean Community.

    It paused there for a moment, probing the structure of the chip with tentative growths at a molecular level. Information then. That was curious. Holes started to appear in the edge of the meeting room as the quantum purge moved steadily inwards, and the sweeping intelligence behind the tendril made up its mind. The growth enveloped the chip, deliberately not interfacing with it, then pulled itself clear.

    A month later, the Alternate Nutrient Source Advised departed for parts unknown.
     
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    • Welcome to the galaxy. This was one of the harder interludes I've had to write, as it required getting into a very different mindset to any of the others I've been using so far. To clarify on how they found out what had occurred, Nilean operatives successfully(?) placed a tap on a Shiplord lagless relay. They got a copy of the Shiplord update on the situation in regards to Sol and humanity, and that sent all of these wheels spinning.

    I hope you all enjoy this interlude, and that it both answers and makes lots of questions :p
     
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    Neras Emergence Starhome Alternate Nutrient Source Advised.
    Approximately forty thousand lightyears from the Sol System.
    Eight Months After the Second Battle of Sol

    You looked up as the door to the meeting room irised silently open, and your mouth widened in an expression of astonished joy as you recognised the fluid gait of a Merien. Your reports had placed Bertlant at the far end of the Chich'swa Confederacy's space, and you hadn't thought to see him here.

    "I see Nilean Intelligence's latest report has yet to reach you, Kendl." He said, your implants smoothly translating his words and the amusement present in them. You shook a long finger at his close-lipped smile, but made no attempt to conceal your delight that he had defied expectations. Bertlant was one of the few Farspeakers in the entire Confederacy that you knew well enough to read, the multi-species polity having made it even harder on their neighbors diplomats five stellar cycles ago when they'd accepted another race into their vastly extended family. Fresh from their first victory over the Shiplords they might be, but the Cich'swa had been waiting for centuries for them to succeed.

    In fairness, it wasn't completely benevolent. The species' home system lay within jump range of a major Confederacy fleet hub and it remained rich in resources even after several attempts to fight off a Tribute Fleet. The Confederacy was a far better partner than many of the others out there, however. Nilean terms were better in your opinion, but you were biased by nature. One of the things you valued most about Bertlant was that you both could recognise that in each other, and not take offense. He was also the steadiest Confederacy Farspeaker that you knew of, and that was saying quite a bit. With him here, this meeting was far more likely to be productive.

    "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." You replied smoothly. "I was just happy to see an old friend." You gestured to one of the free places at the table, the smart material of the chair reconfiguring to accommodate Merien physiology. Squelching the burst of envy in seeing that had long since become routine, but it was still there, every time. It was foolish really, given the vast age of your hosts, but no one ever said life was logical.

    Bertlant settled into the chair, and gave the four remaining places an enquiring glance. "All of us at the same table?" He asked, his amusement fading quickly as the circumstances became apparent. "I know this is a Starhome, but the Shiplords must watch these meetings. One so far outside of schedule, surely that attract attention?"

    "It was judged a necessary risk by those involved in this decision." You replied, stilling your fingers through sheer force of will. "You're right, they do observe our meetings, and probably much more besides. But the Emergence guarantees secure and neutral meeting grounds, and the Shiplords appear to respect that." Why the Shiplords did so was a question that Nilean operatives had spent decades trying to answer. The Neras themselves were entirely uncommunicative on the subject, and covert options were distinctly limited when your target was a sentient, spaceborn fungus that could apparently utilise the First Secret without a jump drive.

    "I notice you do not mention your government in that statement." Bertlant mused.

    "I don't think any of us would mention our governments if we were asked about our reasons for being here, Bert." You replied with every appearance of calm, but there was a softness to your tone that he somehow picked up. You saw the reaction in the tensing of muscles that you knew from personal experience could dent armour plating, the hunting instincts of a species that had yet to truly leave behind that past, not that you could judge.

    "Kendl," he said a few moments later, as his posture relaxed, "what in the name of Tekli is going on?" You wanted to tell him right then, the truth almost enough to burst from your chest, but if you started to explain you'd only have to do it another four times over. That wouldn't help anyone, and it would be the height of selfishness to spread the burden so imperfectly. You mastered the surge of highly un-Nilean thought, and looked back calmly. One of your fingers might have twitched a little.

    "Not until we're all here, Bertlant." Your hands moved despite your all your attempts to control them, forming a compound sign for highest secret, hoping that he'd understand. The Neras guaranteed secure and neutral meeting grounds, that was true. But to qualify for that protection, all secure communication had to take place after the room was fully sealed. When the meeting was over, the Neras would return every participant to their ship or rented quarters aboard the Starhome and then purge the room and everything in it down to a quantum level. Until you had those protections in place, you couldn't talk about what had brought you here. Even thinking about it made you nervous.

    "Very well." Bert straightened in his chair, and your fingers flicked in a motion of gratitude. You knew he knew enough about Nilean signing to understand that one. He reached over idly and snagged a bottle of the light spirit that both your metabolisms could process. "A drink whilst we wait, then?"

    "It would be my pleasure."

    ***​

    It didn't take long for the rest of the crew to arrive, and if they'd found the sight of you and Bertlant drinking this early a little surprising, they let it pass. Tara even took a glass of their own, but then the Marionettes cheated where inebriation was concerned. They were all there, however, and that was what mattered as you rose to your feet from the supremely comfortable chair. Silence descended, they all knew what that meant.

    "Are we all comfortable?" You asked. It was a code phrase, one of many that were used to secure your meetings. Some of the others thought you overly paranoid, bringing too many Nilean mannerisms to the table, but they also weren't about to complain.

    "Only if there's brandy for our glasses." Came the bemused reply, and you nodded sharply before keying the call pad.

    "Seal room." You ordered.

    "Consent registered." The meeting room intelligence replied cheerfully, and the door slid shut. There was a faint jolt as the room disconnected from the entrance corridor, and then the gentle hum of its security locks coming online. You were completely disconnected now, with a layer of perfect vacuum between the outer shell of the room and the rest of the Starhome. As cut off from the rest of the universe as it was possible to be. "Room sealed. Lease activated. You will be warned at ten cycles from the termination point. Have a nice day." It vanished, the program self-terminating, and you looked across at the five other sophonts sharing the chamber with you and slumped a little. For a few precious snatches of time, you were safe. Safe from the outside, at least, but not from what you'd brought with you, and traitorous fingers extracted the data chip that had brought you all here from your case. You slid it into the interface slot on the table, and keyed the holo online.

    "I will be dispensing with the pleasantries for this meeting, what I'm about to tell you is going to require the full room lease to discuss fully." You set down the glass you'd been holding, pushing it deliberately away, and took a careful breath as every eye in the room locked on you. You brought up the first image.

    "That's a Shiplord transcript." Tara worked it out first. "But we've never seen headers like that before."

    "I'm not surprised," you replied. "What I am about to tell you is known to less than twenty members of the Nilean Community. This is a Shiplord internal broadcast, from their lagless relay in the Verge. It-" Bertlant reared back in his seat.

    "You compromised a Shiplord relay?" He demanded. "How? No, why? Running a risk like that could bring a War Fleet down on your entire species. Sharing it with us could bring them down on ours, too!" His eyes flicked to the transcript, then back again to you. "Kendl, what could possibly be that important?"

    "It's a notification of a Tribute Fleet loss." Tara said, and you grimaced. Usually any annoyance would be good-natured, but you weren't sure that was going to help the situation. You did your best to capitalise on it, though.

    "Yes, it is." You gestured in the affirmative, then formed another motion for calm and patience as Bert took another breath. Thankfully it stopped him, but you could tell he wanted answers. And as unusual as his outburst had been, you doubted any of the others in the room wanted them less.

    "It reports the complete loss of a Tribute Fleet. Ten Collectors with escorts, and a Repair Cruiser seconded from the Regulars. Normally this wouldn't be of much note, Tribute Fleets sometimes vanish, we know it's part of how their system works." One of the representatives chuckled darkly, but you ignored the opening for humour. "I don't think anyone has ever seen a species vanish one on their second meeting, however. Roughly thirty stellar cycles after their first encounter with the Shiplords."

    Dead silence followed.

    "Kendl," the deep bass of the representative for the Sarthee almost hid their shock. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" The Sarthee were the oldest race with a place at your table, and the gaining strength of their Uninvolved movement had come up at your last meeting. One of the only true warrior peoples that had successfully made it through the Shiplord's arbitrary tests, they were the closest thing to a true military power you had. If they chose to transition to Uninvolved, you'd lose that. And your people did have a history of twisting truth to their own ends in critical situations.

    "This is the raw transcript." You replied. "You are welcome to analyse it, but this chip will remain behind when we leave. This is far too dangerous to be allowed to spread as more than thought."

    "I'm sure we'll all have our own tests to run," Tara said, no doubt already having begun their own. "But I feel that if there is even the slightest chance of this being true, we have no choice but to pursue it." Their eyes glazed for a second, consulting the deeper genetic knowledge of their partner. "No race in our memory has done what this one has. These…humans," they spoke the strange word steadily. "Regardless of how they might have done it, the fact that they have is a priceless opportunity. We would pledge support for a contact mission now, and we believe our superiors would agree."

    "But what if it's a trap?" You wanted to reply to the half-snapped question from the Schorvan Ambassador, but Bertlant got there first. Probably a good thing, in the end, the Confederacy was a far more trustworthy power in Schorvan eyes.

    "The Shiplords do not set traps," he said calmly, eyes dark over the misted crystal of his half-full glass. "They act, and the race responsible for drawing their ire suffers." Or dies, he left unsaid. "I agree with Tara, and I know the Merien would as well. The rest of the Confederacy could be a harder sell, but my people would be enough to support a contact mission." You shot him a thankful sign, glad that your belief in his steadiness hadn't been misguided.

    "The Nerien Community has already begun preparations." Truth be told, your superiors had been quite clear on this matter. With or without your diplomatic project, the Community would be investigating the system responsible for this transcript. Support would be welcomed, but it was not required. "Any support you could grant would be greatly welcomed, however. Given our relative locations, we are rather lacking in effective launch points for such a mission, and several of you have closer borders."

    "You would refer to our old base near the Kelahan system." The Schorvan representative rumbled, and you nodded.

    "It would be ideal." You said, and the weight of Nilean Intelligence's expertise hovered at the edge of that statement with the weight of a thousand cycles of security.

    "Very well." It said heavily. "Although I will wish to examine this transcript in detail before confirming our support."

    "Of course." You weren't scared of any accusations of falsehood here. Although your people had a history of scheming, you'd learnt long ago that the truth was a vastly more powerful weapon than falsehood. You just had to aim it correctly.

    The others at the table looked around, seeing the turning tide, and added similar agreements to the mix. So long as the transcript bore out as true, and you knew it was, they would support such a mission. It would no doubt be far more complicated than getting their approval here and now, but the commitment would matter.

    ***​

    Many human hours later, as the last of the representatives were returned to their ships by the Neras, a growth of the strange lifeform cut through the top of the deforming chamber. The purge was prepared and already in process on the outer sections of the meeting room, but something had been left behind this time. Something that this group must want destroyed.

    Despite their unassuming status within the galaxy, one they'd gone a long way to establish, the Neras Emergence were ancient beyond reckoning. Not as old as the Shiplords perhaps, but they came close. Yet they remained a curious species, and so the growth slipped down from the ceiling of the isolation chamber and crawled along the tabletop to find the chip left behind by Kendl Merizan of the Nilean Community.

    It paused there for a moment, probing the structure of the chip with tentative growths at a molecular level. Information then. That was curious. Holes started to appear in the edge of the meeting room the quantum purge moving steadily inwards, and the sweeping intelligence behind the tendril made up its mind. The growth enveloped the chip, deliberately not interfacing with it, then pulled itself clear of the purge it had initiated.

    A month later, the Alternate Nutrient Source Advised had departed for parts unknown.
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    Oh boy here we go.
     
    ... Thinking about it Amanda saw the disunity of humanity as a wound she could mend. I wonder if she can do the same thing to the aliens later. Amanda for Goddess Empress of the universe when?
     
    D-san said:
    Oh boy here we go.
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    I'm concerned by the idea that First Secret travel can be used without a jump drive. Not surprised. It's also really exciting!
    Imagine it, all of the 223 jumping around across the solar system or straight into Shiplord systems. They'ed be horrifically annoying.

    This pleases me.
     
    BungieONI said:
    I'm concerned by the idea that First Secret travel can be used without a jump drive. Not surprised. It's also really exciting!
    Imagine it, all of the 223 jumping around across the solar system or straight into Shiplord systems. They'ed be horrifically annoying.

    This pleases me.
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    Yesss. Let the magical girlhood flow through you.
     
    I will point out that the ability of the Neras appears to be completely unique. If it's even possible to replicate it is a rather large question, especially for a species that currently has only the most basic understanding of First Secret jump drive technology ;)
     
    Snowfire said:
    I will point out that the ability of the Neras appears to be completely unique. If it's even possible to replicate it is a rather large question, especially for a species that currently has only the most basic understanding of First Secret jump drive technology ;)
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    The Neras are Uninvolved right? Just want to clarify.
     
    Snowfire said:
    I will point out that the ability of the Neras appears to be completely unique. If it's even possible to replicate it is a rather large question, especially for a species that currently has only the most basic understanding of First Secret jump drive technology ;)
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    I mean, unless it's literally magic then it should be possible to replicate. If it can be replicated in a humanoid form, or without dissecting one of our allies...

    It might be better to use Practice instead.
     
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