Industrial Experiment
31-12-2004, 11:06
October 11th, 4051 Republic Standard Calender, 3:37 AM
As far as the tropics went, the area of the Atlantic Ocean around the Principality wasn't so bad for fishing. Particularly if you weren't a citizen of that particular nation and instead lived on a small island off the coast. That way you only had to deal with the hustle and bustle of the always busy Mar Anglo port when you needed to drop by for medical supplies you couldn't get at your local thrift store.
Greg chuckled to himself. Old G to the younger inhabitants of the breakaway town of Ra-oold, he looked out over the ocean in the dim light of a night that is never quite dark, at least partially thanks to the distant beacon of the Mar Saxi Imperial Tower's weather control center. That damned blue light never did shut itself off, and thus nights throughout the Principality always had a blueish tint to them. Greg sometimes thought this was the reason his night fishing was never quite as good as it was in other countries, but he could never prove it. The choppy seas around his small, one man vessel were deceptivily quiet, aside from the water sounds, there was not a single peep from anything living. He could only figure the fish had gone to bed, as all things must, but Greg was confident they would wake soon, as they always did, and provide him and his family with their next few meals.
Though Ra-oold was just as advanced as the rest of the Principality they had peacefully broken from four decades ago, they prefered the rustic feel of the life their ancestors had lived before the men from the stars had come and founded their colony on the larger island that the Raishans had never bothered to inhabit. They had happily taken the gifts of technology they were offered, and even citizenship in this great Republic that supposedly spanned the skies above, but after centuries of accenting to the rule of this seemingly immortal man of ancient Rome, Gov'ner McLagherty, they had asked for self-rule. It had been graciously granted to them, and for almost half another century, they had lived in their own little prosperity, almost completely cut off from the seemingly magical marvels of the civilization next door.
This would be a night that Greg, and all the rest of the Raishans, would thank the gods that they lived so far away from the central Industrialite cities.
As the old man sat in his dingy, awaiting the return of the ocean's fish, he jumped in surprise at what he could only describe as the sound of a hundred million people all standing in front of a microphone, then clapping once. He twirled around on his feet to face the mini-continent the colony was situated on, when a deep, pro-longed rumbling sound finally made itself known to him by entering his human hearing range. His eyes were drawn to the distant star of the Mar Saxi weather control center.
It shook in the sky.
Once.
Twice.
Then it went out.
The Principality was plunged into complete darkness for the first time in almost a thousand years, the stars themselves seemingly reluctuant to shine. It didn't last long, as the blue of weather center was quickly replaced by another color, a fiercer, more dangerous color. An alien mix of orange and red flared from the general area that the weather center used to be in and quickly expanded into a giant fireball, easily visible for thousands of miles around.
It continued growing for several minutes, at which point Greg finally managed to shake himself enough out of his stuper to allow basic survival instincts to kick in. He activated the engine of his fishing boat, the light electronic hum of the magnetic by-standing engine being replaced by the sharp ratta-tat of the antiquited internal-compustion engine the Raishans preferred. He turned the thing around and quickly sped back off towards Ra-Ool, hoping against hope he would soon awake in a cold-sweat, relieved that what he had just seen was nothing but a dream.
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Energy Physics Research Report
October 9th, 4051 Republic Standard Calender
As expected, current study of the alien artifact recovered from the strange asteroid discovered in this system's orbital belt (See appended Output document) has led to several breakthroughs in previously deadend areas. One of the most interesting results is the power source for the object. It appears to derive from old theories about something called the zero-point field, or vaccuum energy. Zero-point theory was shelved long ago as a research subject in the Republic, regarded more as a result of errorenous equations than anything else. The fact that it continually shows up even after more than twenty centuries is a small testiment to its actual existance.
This artifact might be a clinching piece of evidence into the existance of the zero point field and also key component in unlocking this seemingly infinite energy. We will continue to probe the depths of this object and we hope to bring it back into operation sometime in the next couple days.
End Report
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Mar Saxi at 5:30 PM, October 10th
http://a.1asphost.com/Plushie/Mar%20Saxi%20Before.jpg
Mar Saxi at 4:11 AM, October 11th (Deep Infrared for visibility)
http://a.1asphost.com/Plushie/Mar%20Saxi%20After.JPG
OoC:
Hello, here to clear up a few things I couldn't convey ICly.
First, yes, my nation is an FT nation, but the Principality was my MT presence in the world, even though it was post-modern domestically. Quite a bastard child if anything else.
Anyway, this RP is mainly to establish the complete destruction of the Principality in build up to what I plan to be in MT in the future, something I do not entirely feel like revealing yet.
Other nations are free to send investigative teams, rescue teams, whatever, I'll RP back appropriately.
As far as the tropics went, the area of the Atlantic Ocean around the Principality wasn't so bad for fishing. Particularly if you weren't a citizen of that particular nation and instead lived on a small island off the coast. That way you only had to deal with the hustle and bustle of the always busy Mar Anglo port when you needed to drop by for medical supplies you couldn't get at your local thrift store.
Greg chuckled to himself. Old G to the younger inhabitants of the breakaway town of Ra-oold, he looked out over the ocean in the dim light of a night that is never quite dark, at least partially thanks to the distant beacon of the Mar Saxi Imperial Tower's weather control center. That damned blue light never did shut itself off, and thus nights throughout the Principality always had a blueish tint to them. Greg sometimes thought this was the reason his night fishing was never quite as good as it was in other countries, but he could never prove it. The choppy seas around his small, one man vessel were deceptivily quiet, aside from the water sounds, there was not a single peep from anything living. He could only figure the fish had gone to bed, as all things must, but Greg was confident they would wake soon, as they always did, and provide him and his family with their next few meals.
Though Ra-oold was just as advanced as the rest of the Principality they had peacefully broken from four decades ago, they prefered the rustic feel of the life their ancestors had lived before the men from the stars had come and founded their colony on the larger island that the Raishans had never bothered to inhabit. They had happily taken the gifts of technology they were offered, and even citizenship in this great Republic that supposedly spanned the skies above, but after centuries of accenting to the rule of this seemingly immortal man of ancient Rome, Gov'ner McLagherty, they had asked for self-rule. It had been graciously granted to them, and for almost half another century, they had lived in their own little prosperity, almost completely cut off from the seemingly magical marvels of the civilization next door.
This would be a night that Greg, and all the rest of the Raishans, would thank the gods that they lived so far away from the central Industrialite cities.
As the old man sat in his dingy, awaiting the return of the ocean's fish, he jumped in surprise at what he could only describe as the sound of a hundred million people all standing in front of a microphone, then clapping once. He twirled around on his feet to face the mini-continent the colony was situated on, when a deep, pro-longed rumbling sound finally made itself known to him by entering his human hearing range. His eyes were drawn to the distant star of the Mar Saxi weather control center.
It shook in the sky.
Once.
Twice.
Then it went out.
The Principality was plunged into complete darkness for the first time in almost a thousand years, the stars themselves seemingly reluctuant to shine. It didn't last long, as the blue of weather center was quickly replaced by another color, a fiercer, more dangerous color. An alien mix of orange and red flared from the general area that the weather center used to be in and quickly expanded into a giant fireball, easily visible for thousands of miles around.
It continued growing for several minutes, at which point Greg finally managed to shake himself enough out of his stuper to allow basic survival instincts to kick in. He activated the engine of his fishing boat, the light electronic hum of the magnetic by-standing engine being replaced by the sharp ratta-tat of the antiquited internal-compustion engine the Raishans preferred. He turned the thing around and quickly sped back off towards Ra-Ool, hoping against hope he would soon awake in a cold-sweat, relieved that what he had just seen was nothing but a dream.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Energy Physics Research Report
October 9th, 4051 Republic Standard Calender
As expected, current study of the alien artifact recovered from the strange asteroid discovered in this system's orbital belt (See appended Output document) has led to several breakthroughs in previously deadend areas. One of the most interesting results is the power source for the object. It appears to derive from old theories about something called the zero-point field, or vaccuum energy. Zero-point theory was shelved long ago as a research subject in the Republic, regarded more as a result of errorenous equations than anything else. The fact that it continually shows up even after more than twenty centuries is a small testiment to its actual existance.
This artifact might be a clinching piece of evidence into the existance of the zero point field and also key component in unlocking this seemingly infinite energy. We will continue to probe the depths of this object and we hope to bring it back into operation sometime in the next couple days.
End Report
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Mar Saxi at 5:30 PM, October 10th
http://a.1asphost.com/Plushie/Mar%20Saxi%20Before.jpg
Mar Saxi at 4:11 AM, October 11th (Deep Infrared for visibility)
http://a.1asphost.com/Plushie/Mar%20Saxi%20After.JPG
OoC:
Hello, here to clear up a few things I couldn't convey ICly.
First, yes, my nation is an FT nation, but the Principality was my MT presence in the world, even though it was post-modern domestically. Quite a bastard child if anything else.
Anyway, this RP is mainly to establish the complete destruction of the Principality in build up to what I plan to be in MT in the future, something I do not entirely feel like revealing yet.
Other nations are free to send investigative teams, rescue teams, whatever, I'll RP back appropriately.