NationStates Jolt Archive

When one looks up at the sky at night, one has no choice but to ask the question “How big is the universe?” Thoughts begin to trickle in, bit by bit. “Perhaps its infinite. Perhaps it has an edge. Perhaps...the edge is closer then we think”

But what is beyond that edge? Nothingness? Another universe? Another plane?

Heaven?

Few are able to find out the answers while in life. Those that do either go insane, or never escape.

But sometimes...whole species can figure out the answer eventually, thereby breaking the curse, as not all of them would go insane. Communities are stronger than people.

But when the question is finally answered...communities can also be evil. Corrupted. Power-hungry. Vengeful.

Thus was the war between the Angels and Demons. A galactic war that had been going on since the beginning of the Milky Way....

A weapon had finally been designed to end the war. The perfect doomsday weapon. No radiation, no resulting trash, no survivors. But it backfired. Instead of hitting the enemy, it hit a regional power in the Orion arm of the galaxy. And within a flash, the entire Atlantian Federation, and every star system it owned—was gone.

But was it? For in reality, it had just been sent to the edge of the universe. To a pocket dimension where only it existed. Thousands of years passed. Generations came and went inside the pocket universe. But...the time was different outside. Only a few years passed in real-time.

And so the Atlantians went about their business, content with the almost starless night sky above each of their worlds. The infinite abyss of...nothing.

But stories had been passed down. Stories had become legends. Legends had become myths...

And finally, the barrier began to break down, just like the one that held the Demon fleet had. Areas temporarily opened up. The subspace wall was disintegrating. Atlantian scientists knew this, and found ways to speed up the process. Then finally, one day, it fell. And the universe shown once again on the glorious Atlantian Federation.

Avid stargazers and computers would have recognized the return of the missing star cluster. But the Atlantians remained quiet, as they prepared to reveal themselves once again.

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The Olympia jumped out of hyperspace into the outskirts of the Sol system, after what had seemed onboard the ship as nothing more then a few minutes. They had no idea that the main universe had just gone by 10 years, and their people by several thousand.

“Sir, I’m getting a strange reading” said Sing. She typed in several coordinates, bringing them up on the main screen.

“What is it?” asked Vega.

“I dunno...all of the stars in the area are...in different positions” she replied “Not by much...but according to this...they are exactly where they should be ten years from now”

“The hell?” Vega pushed some of the buttons on Sing’s console. She was right. While in the jump node, they had traveled ten years into the future.

Suddenly, about 150 large seemingly Atlantian starships warped in, tractering a large citadel battle station.

“Oh hades.....” gasped Xol. No one disagreed with him.


OOC: And so it begins......again.

Ditching all of the “old” ship designs (the pyramids), all of the old characters (minus the crew of the Olympia), and all of my relations with other nations. And once I’m all set up, I’m going to start the biggest RP saga I’ve ever done (and the best). You think Atlantis is different now? You ain’t seen nothin yet.

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The fleet of Atlantian warships slowly towed the massive battlestation to a fairly large planetoid in the Kuiper belt. The starbase was left to rest in orbit of the planet, and the majority of the fleet left, heading back to the jump node. The whole process had taken several hours. Intreiged, the Olympia slowly approched the station and the few remaining ships cautiously. The old flagship of the fleet hailed the starbase. The crew of the Olympia was only expecting the Atlantians to be ten years older........

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On board the station, ensign Ivvil monitered the communications station, when she got a hail from an...anchent ship class. When she opened the channel, a man with a uniform only seen in musiums sat in the screen.

"Attention, unknown Atlantian station. This is the Olympia, former flagship of the Atlantian Federation, please respond"

"We hear you, Olympia" said Ivvil "We uh....we didn't expect you"

"After ten years" Vega smiled "We didn't expect you to"

"Ten years...?" Ivvil repeated, confused "You...your ship, vanished over three thousand years ago when we where sent into the pocket dimention"

"Pocket dimention?" asked Vega "What..."

By now Ivvil had attracted the attention of several people, including the admiral. He said "Olympia, we'll explain everything once you've docked"

Some Months Later

Sometimes a man must forget his past. Sometimes he must only embrace the future. Thus it is for one who has been temporally displaced.

Vega took a seat in his new captains chair onboard the brand new Olympia III, a Laviathan class battleship, and the new flagship. Everyone he had known besides his crew had died thousands of years ago, while his ship had been in a "stasis".

In front of him, near the viewscreen, sat Sing at the flight station. To the right of her was Xol, at tactical. Both where checking over systems one last time.

Next to him on his right side was his first officer, Atlantia. She had already had the experiance of waking up to a distant future. She had been an Atlantian present for when the Zoir destroyed the Atlantian homeworld 12,000 BC, which led the Atlantians to Earth. Her body had lay in stasis for millenia on an anchent colony ship. Hers was the only stasis pod still active when Vegas crew found her.

Achillies, the security officer, sat to his left, waiting for the big moment.

Goran stood near the backwall, checking systems, just as everyone else was. He was a security officer, under the command of Achillies. However, unlike the others, he was not Atlantian, we was an Anubite.

The Chief Engineer, Thall, sat in the far left side of the bridge, in a little annex. On the other side of the bridge sat his fiancée, Sath. She was the sciance officer, and like Goran, was not an Atlantian. She was, in fact, an Elf.

Next to Goran was the doctor on the ship, Oran. He was also double-checking systems, as was the rest of the crew on the bridge. Next to him was a sciance officer, under the command of Sath. His name was Ramatha, son of the original Ramatha, creator of the Anubite project.

Finally there was the new crewmember. A greenish hologram about a foot high stood between the tactical and navigational stations. Shara watched the screen quietly as ships flew by.

Finally, it was time. The big moment.

"Sir" said Sing "We have been given clearence. Ready to undock at your order"

Vega took a deep breath, as he and his crew where ready to begin another journy.

Finally, he gave the order "Do it"

The massive ship slowly slipped out of the drydock attached to the Citidal battlestation in orbit of Cirrus. Once clear, it picked up speed quickly, and headed for the jump node. A blue wormhole-like structure opened up, and the Olympia III was once again on his way.

However, no one knew that their hardest days would be yet ahead...

OOC: A picture of the Olympia III (Laviathan Class Battleship)

http://www.freewebs.com/atlantian_outcasts/Laviathan%20Battleship.JPG