NationStates Jolt Archive

*Transmission to all civilizations in the universe*

Greetings, my fellow inhabitants of this universe. I am Eugene Stauffer, President of this tiny Empire in Deneb. It has been many years since I lost my wife in that fatefull quake on Denebia Hadea, and I now desire desperately to have a new companion.

I have thought for many days before making the decision to broadcast this message tonight, and I figured, "why the hell not?" So here I am.

Any nation willing to provide me a suitable mate. To help you find a good women, here are my following preferences in women:

Species:
Human, feline, Zoran (from zelda: ocarina of time), or any combination of the three.

Age:
Not Important

Body Type:
5'2 or shorter
Medium to large bust (voluptuous)

Personality:
Caring, loving, yet strong and tough when needs be.

Interests:
Nukes, scientific advancement, the lighter side of life, :fluffle:ing, seducing enemies for Plutonian gain, space exploration, imperialism, etc.

That is all, my friends. Good luck with your searches! I look forward to meeting new people!

*After the broadcast, Gene bumps into his daughter on the way to his residence*

Daddy, did you have to do that?

No, but I wanted to!

<Sigh :rolleyes: >

Whaaat? You know it's been a century or two since your mother died, and i'm starting to get lonely. And besides, I want someone to motivate me to get myself off my lazy ass! :D

Then get off of it and IGNITE THAT DAMN STAR! You've been putting it off all summer long!

*Arriving at the President's residence*

I know, I know.

Daddy, there are plenty of women in the Empire, why, WHY broadcast to the other civs in the galaxy?

Persephone, you saw the polls. Not a single woman in the Empire would even think about wanting me.

You don't know that!

Yes, I do!

How, daddy?! How?

Because I'm a realist. I take what I see in front of me, and take it for fact.

If you're a realist, then why did you just broadcast your intents to find a new mate to the entire universe? Hmm?

Because.... Be.... Because I'm lonely dammit! Just like I was before Amy and i met! Just like I went on that one nation-building website in my 20's ( :D ) only to find that all the girls that also played it were already taken or not my type or a lesbian or--

*Persephone puts her hand on her father's shoulder*

Daddy, calm down. Please.

<Sigh> Fine.

*Persephone checks her watch*

Well, it's almost time for me to go to the 10pm newscast. Later daddy!

Later, sweety.

*Persephone leaves as Gene shuts his door*

Emperor Kea looked at the transmission, eyebrow twitches
"Uh sir" An attendant looks at Emperor Kea a bit horrified
"Damn anyone who has the balls to do that has my support, eh lets see" Kea shuffles papers on his desks
"Ah yes this is it, now we can get rid of her and get a ally perhaps" Kea lifted up a piece of paper
The attendant's face paled "You aren't serious are you..."
Kea smirked "Yup"

Species:Human

Age:Not important

Body Type:
5'0

Medium bust

Personality:
Mental disorder usually kind and gentle however can be very evil

Interests:
Troop training

"Heheh former leader of the specialized military squad, Karen" Kea smirked and turned to the attendent
"Send Karen a message that I want to see her"
"...They are going-g-g to declare war on us" The attendent dragged himself out
Karen immedietely rushed in "EMPEROR WHAT IS IT"!! Karen smiled eagerly
"Cough cough" Emperor Kea looked thoughtful "Its been 3 years hasn't it..."

Flash Back

Karen and a random soldier. Karen had red eyes for some unknown reason.
"GRR I'm going to ask you an ancient question that has been passed down for generations if you answer right, their might even be an award for you but if you answer wrong, your punishment will be swift" Karen took out a small laser gun
"Do you think the enemy general is prettier then me"?
The soldier sweated heavily "Uh not prettier but definetely thinner..AHHHH MY GROIN"
Karen blew the top of her laser gun happily

End Flash Back

"Karen I have decided to give you a very dangerous mission"
Karen listened eagerly
"As you know many people in the council believe you are too violent, soo if you can make this guy in Plutonian fall in love with you, we'll erase past crimes" Kea said the last part quite fast
"Uh....." Karen's eyes turn red "HELL YEAH"!!!
"GOOD" Kea jumps up "Now we'll be sending you there right now" Immedietely Kea pushes a small button and without a minute to waste Karen is suddenly sent to front door of the President's residence

*Two security guards are stunned by the sudden appearance of a woman, a wee bit shorter of their president.*

<knock knock kock>

What?

Sir, a young lady is here to see you.

Escort her in.

*The two security guards escort in as another two teleport in infront of the residence door*

OOC: the guards are armed with chronoscepters, like all are. Don't know what chronoscepters are? I think they're described in my history, which can be found in my sig.

"Eh" Karen's eyes turn back blue
"Uh hello...I'm h-h-here to see a Plutonian man and" *blushes*
Karen looked around the residence
"I'm not sure who that is though"
Karen turns to the security guard for answers

"Eh" Karen's eyes turn back blue
"Uh hello...I'm h-h-here to see a Plutonian man and" *blushes*
Karen looked around the residence
"I'm not sure who that is though"
Karen turns to the security guard for answers
*the security guard gestures towards the man she came to see*

That man, miss, is the President of our Empire. Are you here in response to his broadcast earlier tonight?

'Broadcast...' Karen thought hard
"Uh yes...."
Karen thought 'In truth I'm not even sure why I agreed to this... this guy better not be a pervert'!!!

Ma'am, I send a broadcast, and you suddenly appear in front of my residence out of nowhere.... Hmm....

*thinking to himself*
Heh heh. Almost too good to be true. I remember good tales when stuff like that happens.

*aloud*
Nice too meet you miss. I hope we can get along good.

*shakes hands*

Right now, though, it's almost bedtime, so we'll arrange a hotel suite on Belle Hades for your stay, is that alright?

'Broadcast...' Karen thought hard
"Uh yes...."
Karen thought 'In truth I'm not even sure why I agreed to this... this guy better not be a pervert'!!!
OOC: *Evil grin* :D j/k ;)

OOC: Bump :D

IC: *After a few hours, the unidentified woman was at the hotel suite on Belle Hades.*

OOC: bump.

"I really do like it when they make requests. It makes the process so much easier." There was a palpable sarcasm, yet met with a light grin as the severe looking woman stared at the schematics screen, her eyes seeming to move what was on the screen. The Technicians behind her, whom were quick at work with the rest of the genesis process, were completely silent in front of her. Tatyana continued to grin.

"Production, it is such a lovely thing.."

One of the Technicians came up behind the Technocrat, and deferingly spoke, its synthesized voice disturbingly lacking any inflection or thought. "Grand Technocrat, we have prepared the proper portable resources to create your project LILITH. We do require the specifications immediately if we are to finish the propduction of this unit within the timeframe. The Coordinators demand efficiency." Tatyana looked to the Omar, directly into its flaring orange eyes. She smiled.

"I know, I programmed them that way." She turned back to the screen and then let the statistics come on screen, waiting for all of her specifications to come upon the screen. This was certainly a demanding man, requiring rather much. Still, she quite enjoyed, personal tasks. The more you produce, the more they consume, the more resources you have, the better you can adapt, conquer, and survive. That is the Omar way.

SPECIFICATIONS FOR SUBJECT "LILITH"
SPECIES: Homo sapiens progenitus
CASTE: Undefined
PURPOSE: Companionship, espionage, acquirement of resources for
Omar Adaptation.Conquest.Survival through political bargain
TIMEFRAME: Will continue to expend portable resources until killswitch
has been activated. Will continue to serve purpose until condition stated
above. Accelerated aging and then clinical immortality will be applied to
achieve this purpose.
BODY SPECIFICATIONS: Height 5 standard Terran feet, Weight shall
be 132 standard Terran pounds. Body shall be shaped to be curved and fully
set. Center of body mass shall be focused on the hips, glutes, and chest
areas, as specified by client. Descriptor applied to bust is "voluptous",
requiring a large, if not matronly build. Metabolism must be set at medium to
keep body stable. All other settings must be at standard. Like all progenitus,
sterilization is required.
EMOTIONAL ENGINEERING: Preset genetic algorithims to
contain "matron" and "companion" archetypes. Emotionally condition so that
to avoid unnecessary emotional kickback after loss. Condition to be passive-
aggressive in its dominant nature, as to keep client in check. Preset
education standards to be automatically interested in vivancy and the more
physical parts of the enjoyment of life. Produce "deviant" genetic tones to
produce a strong analytical mind, much like a Terran mindset, to produce the
requested scientific affect. Be automatically trained in erotic play as
required, and counter political naivete with exposure to galactic Terran
politics.
AUGMENTATION: Standard progenitus augmentation will occur.
Connection to the Message is absolutely required, but must be kept subtle.
Skeletal enhancements should allow for thermal masking when required to
escape security infrastructure. Muscular enhancements should allow for
temporary increased stamina when required. Auxiliary augmentations may be
placed in if subject returns to Omar territory and requires it.

The Technician nodded, its carapace bending to the movement of his neck, and begun to speak again. "The Coordinators will be pleased with your efficiency." He then turned and looked at the screen, and with a moment's thought, the specifications were uploaded. "Production will begin shortly. Grand Technocrat, your message is urgently needed to be sent before production is completed, so that will utmost efficiency the transaction will be completed." The woman, whom apparently, knew what the Technician was about to say, was already working on it, quickly preparing a transmission to the Plutonian Empire.

SUBJECT: A Deal of Companionship
SENDER: Tatyana, Grand Technocrat of the Omar Guilds
RECIPIENT: Emperor Eugene Stauffer, Emperor of the Plutonian Empire

BODY: After recently being informed of your request, the Technate
has been very interested in fufilling this, in the hopes of possible diplomatic
and economic opportunities that might arise from it. The Fabii guild which I
am currently supervising has overseen the production of what you required,
and we have been preparing to make a possible transaction. However, we in
the Technate pride above all else quality of products, thus, we will be
prepared to allow you to test the quality yourself.

The subject is almost prepared, and thus, we would greatly request the
ability for us to have our product be tested by your majesty to make sure
that, before the transaction, you know what you will be getting on your side
of the bargain. We assure you, she is of the top quality, and meets all of
your specifications. We surely hope that you will be pleased with our work.

Adapt.Conquer.Survive
The Grand Technocrat
Tatyana
The Techante of Omar Guilds

TPE: Are you from CivFanatics? I'm Blackbird_SR-71 ;)

Greetings from Noddestan.

I read with interest your search for a mate, as the request was transcribed and syndicated to the local newspaper. I enclose a report on the recent winner of Miss Noddestan whom I feel may be exactly to your liking:

Name: Olga Tatrapovich
Age: 47
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 215lbs

Physical Description: Olga is a large woman in all respects but especially in the size of her bust. Her skin is pale even for a Noddestani and her eyes are set quite far apart. Her hairstyle is a greasy knot, tied in two bunches which sit uncomfortably on the crown of her head.
Her smile gives the observor an appreciation of two of Noddestan's shortcomings. The first is its dentistry which is virtually non-existant for the underclass and the second is its plucking and waxing fashions, as Olga's single black eyebrow rises up her forehead intimidatingly.
She is dressed in a short skirt, which shows off her unshaven legs, and a particularly revealing blouse emblazoned with bright green stripes.

I hope this is to your satisfaction! I look forward to your reply with great anticipation. Olga can be crated and shipped to your nearest port immediately, just give the word!

Stephen J. Vladmirovich
NoddestaniBrides.com

TPE: Are you from CivFanatics? I'm Blackbird_SR-71 ;)
OOC: Yes, i'm PE from civfanatics. :D :cool:

IC: *Upon recieving two new replies, The President realized what he forgot to include in his original request...*

Subject: The Plutonian President's New Mate
Sender: President Eugene Stauffer of the Plutonian Empire
Recipients: Everyone

After recieving a few responses to my main broadcast a few days ago, I realized
that I forgot to mention something. Although I do have my preferences, there is
only one requirement: they MUST be natural-born, meaning that she was not
created artificially. I sincerely apologize for the confusion.

That is all. Have a good day. :)

Eugene E. Stauffer
President of the United Planets of the Plutonian Empire.

[OOC: 0.o You bastard! I worked on that... Bah! *bangs head on wall* Urgh, will make a response. Don't tkae me seriously, but man, that's kinda anticlimactic.]

[OOC: 0.o You bastard! I worked on that... Bah! *bangs head on wall* Urgh, will make a response. Don't tkae me seriously, but man, that's kinda anticlimactic.]
OOC: Don't worry about it. Just go ahead with what you were planning previously, and lie to me, so that i think she was natural born instead.

OOC: Don't worry about it. Just go ahead with what you were planning previously, and lie to me, so that i think she was natural born instead.
[OOC: Your a good mind reader. Sorry for the following short post, its late and I am a little busy.]

This will be a short addendum to the previous communique. We have
heard your request, and upon decision, we have found a suitable, natural born
homo sapien for you. All other parts of the previous proposal stand however.
We await your official response.

Tatyana

[OOC: Your a good mind reader. Sorry for the following short post, its late and I am a little busy.]

This will be a short addendum to the previous communique. We have
heard your request, and upon decision, we have found a suitable, natural born
homo sapien for you. All other parts of the previous proposal stand however.
We await your official response.

Tatyana
I can't wait to meet her. :D

Gene

The woman stood in the small, metallic room, staring straight ahead. In her mouth andconnected to the back of her head was some sort of device she didn't understand, yet it was pumping some sort of gas slowly into her. She felt very, tired. She was being monitored, she could feel *them* in her body, moving around, sparking, sending signals. It was horrible, she felt as if her body was on fire from all the machines within her. But she couldn't scream, or even feeel the heat of the fire, because of the numbness she felt. She looked up, and saw the middle-aged woman, with her clean cut hair, staring directly at her.

"You are a fine creation. Fine, though not superb. You are as the specifications demanded, though I am curious as to your emotional engineering. Though it will become meaningless. All flaws are washed away when you surrender your flesh to the guilds." She smiled, and folded her arms, walking around the bound woman.

"Do you think it is gas we are letting you breathe? Are you so naive? We raise each one of you in a vacuum, thus I can only expect naivete. No, its not gas. There would be no reason to sedate, or retire you. Not yet. No, what's going through your respriatory system now is thousands, millions of nanites. This is the ultimate creation, self-replicating technology that will monitor your ever breath, your every thought, and seek to aid or suppress life processes, if necessary, for the purpose Omar Adaptation, Conquest, and Survival." The woman looked at the older one in fear, until she was directly behind the bound woman. Spinning on her feat, she stared at the back of the creation.

"You were created for the purpose of surrender, which means, we have planned every inch of your genetic code so that you would always give up, be submissive to the Message. Do you hear it now? Like the crackling of so many circuits, a pulse so faint that you could only hear it if it was blaring a million times in your ear." The older woman grinned. "That is because it is."

The older woman continued her walk around the progenitus, she didn't normally take a special part in the conditioning, but because of the special requirements of this progenitus, and because of deviants like Rah'Alarael, she had to put a slightly different message. This one had an analytical mind, it had to be put into analytical terms.

"I wouldn't be so afraid of inevitabilities. You will feel more comfort when the Message is finally integrated into each of the fibers of your being. Realize, that you are no different from a womb born human.. You are of the same species, if not phenotype. Yet, you are different, and you must accept that. You are better than the wombborn, because of the message. Because of your devotion, your surrender..." Her lips curled. "Your envy... Because of this strive for perfection, you are perfect."

She turned to her, sighing, looking down. "I waste my time, you already know the truth, your neural net shows it, its already giving up to our Message. What is more important, is to determine a name. We don't usual name... Things. Naming things is dangerous. Naming things gives them power. Yet it also gives them weakness. We require a name from you, if only to hide what you really are. We have already constructed an expansive memory for you, it is in your emotional engineering. You already remember this, though after the Message is integrated, you will not tell the difference from our conditioning from truth. Because it is truth. Your name... We originally planned you Lilith, though that was more of a jest at my part, you are however the aspect of Lilith. Still, I would prefer a name without such connotations... Ah yes, now I know. Novaya. Not a name, but a thing. Explanations need not apply. Good night.." She said this almost sarcasticaly as she turned, inflecting on the last word. "Daughter."
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The sleek, semi-saucer like shape was glowing from its ionization of the material around it, flowing through the orbit of the planet, preparing for its couse. Inside, it held very precious cargo, which was why this trading ship was not manned with Traders, but Protectors and Emissaries. There was a transmitted signal, hoping to link up with the Plutonian global uplink, trying to get the message directly to the Emperor. Whomever received this message got the following transmission.

As the video feed came online, the slit eyes of the Omar Emissary could be seen, glowing orange in contrast of the dark black carapace. The eyes were set back and orbular, unlike the goggle-like models on the Protectors. However, the mouthpiece was almost mandible like, and it syntehsized a voice as close to human as an Omar could replicate.

"Plutonian Authorities,

The Fabii Guild has come with the protable resource your desire in our cargo, under direct order from the Grand Technocrat. The Technate requests that the Plutonian authorities immediately come for a pickup of the cargo, so that an efficient and quick transaction is made. The Coordinators demand it."

OOC: sorry for taking so long. got lazy. :D

IC: *Upon recieving the message, a number of military PlutoCons came up from the planet (Deneb II) to pick up the cargo*