NationStates Jolt Archive


Frontier Wars (Open Introish, FT)

Celareon
07-10-2005, 00:42
"For Many Millenia, a race had prospered in another backwater sector of space, It had grown, learnt, explored, fought, and evolved. The Celareon People had forged forwards into space, from their homeworld of Solar Prime, Propogating the six planets of their system.

The Solar System (Pronounced Soh-laar, NOT SOL) had proved bountiful in its resources, and over time, and many years, The Celareon people grew, changed, advanced, before they longed to leave their home and find new worlds to settle.

Approximately 1600 Years after the first known Celareon was born, The Wormhole to the Tau system was discovered, and stabilised. The Celareon people worked for many years to construct their first jumpgate, to allow travel, and finally, The Tau system was opened.

Many years passed as the Celareon's moved through space, stabilising wormholes and connecting systems, untill 10 Systems had been sucessfully inhabitated or at least, had a Celareon presence in them.

The Holy Empire prospered, and in time, The Celareon's moved from flesh form, indeed, we ascended, as such, however, our time here was not done, we constructed these forms for ourselves and manipulate the world around us with them, Nanotechnology, increased telepathic activity and other advances and changes led to a prosperous society, one linked together in thought (When they want to.) And ruled by benevolent Magistrates.

But then the war began.

They were by no means more advanced, just ferocious, They laid waste to the Omicron system, the Fourth fleet was eliminated and the critical Sigma system, a hub of our supply lines was put to the flame, but, they did not stop.

The Mantis fought us for years, we lost battle after battle untill they were above our very home, their ships could be seen from our cities and our oceans, our home was threatened, so we destroyed them, somehow, we drove them back untill we were threatening their cities, their oceans, their homes, but then the very wormhole that had linked us to them collapsed, our fleet could not advance, but we were safe, The Frontier Wars that had cost so much had ended.

We had lost hundreds of millions of people, reduced to a crumbling society limited to our home system once more, but we had learnt so much, we were pacifist, but now we know how to fight a war, we were limited to travelling by wormhole, but now we can create our own, we were limited by so much we did not know, but now we do, and although the cost was high, We now know of peaceful species, such as yours, we can now move on, And Prosper Again.

Would you like to know more?" The Historian Finished.

The Terran shook his head.

"No, thank you, that will be all" He responded.

"Very Well, Good Day Terran." The Historian finished, turning and hovering off to his tasks.

The Holy Empire had come across the terrans and now trade strengthened the critically weakened war shattered economy of the Empire, The Magistrates waited, it would only be a matter of time before a powerful Terran force, or maybe another species would take notice, It could only be hoped they would not take advantage.

http://www.warthogtx.com/cfw/assets/images/celareon_render.jpg
A Celareon
Draconic Order
07-10-2005, 01:15
((Conquest: Frontier Wars... a good game. I like the Celareon's fluidity in appearance. I was interested when I read in the instruction manuel that they "ascended" to the energy state, creating vessels to contain their "essence" so they could keep in a single state and continue to exist on the material plane. The glow in the cannister is them, their robot floaty bodies are just a complex machine that they control to perform their tasks with.))
Celareon
07-10-2005, 01:19
OOC: I am aware of that, they however have a robotic form and this is being explained to your average terran, no need to confuse them eh? :P And no offence, if you actually read it you would of noticed i have changed some things, i'd rather do without the OOC comments.
Draconic Order
07-10-2005, 01:22
OOC: I am aware of that, they however have a robotic form and this is being explained to your average terran, no need to confuse them eh? :P

((You're allowed to have your own version of a currently existing race, several nations around have their own versions of game races, this is not questioned. Just trying to understand if you made the race more like the Borg or Terminator then the game?))
Celareon
07-10-2005, 01:27
OOC: No, they are the same, its just wrote in such a way as to not have the Historian blab to your average human for hours, although, in retrospect, I may rewrite that part.
Draconic Order
07-10-2005, 01:33
OOC: No, they are the same, its just wrote in such a way as to not have the Historian blab to your average human for hours, although, in retrospect, I may rewrite that part.

((Gotcha... sounds like an interesting nation. Hope to see some good things, maybe you'll hook up with Gaian Ascendancy.))
Naggeroth
07-10-2005, 02:42
The War Crusier seemed to drop into space. IT came without warning, no way to trace its origin. Along the side of its hull a massive gash had been created, and it was slowly leaking atmosphere into the inlings of space. The entire rear hanger had been removed, and there where sorch marks right across the hull.

"Status!" the Captain Shouted to one of his crew.

"We lost the entire Side of the ship, The Main hanger is destroyed. We are in orbit of some planet, looks fairly advanced, Establishing contact now"

Hail to you.

We require assistance in many forms, most notecably repairing our ships. Do you have to help us? We can pay.

End
Kshatriyaa
07-10-2005, 04:38
OOC: i don't know too much about the race you're talking about. I think I know what it's from but i forgot the name. isn't it like Star- something? oh-well
It seems like a pretty good RP i might hop in later.
Celareon
07-10-2005, 06:15
"It is no threat, Magistrate, is repair authorised? We cannot leave them drifting in such a state above Magnificent Tau Prime"

"Allow it, I will travel to you within time, Magistrate Elan out"

To: Unknown Vessel
From: Tau Prime Traffic Control
Subject: Your current state of repair.

You have been permitted to repair, you may dock at Eutromil 2, We are now transmitting co-ordinates and authorization codes, your ship will be repaired within a few hours, provided that you can produce adequate schematics of your former appearance so our nano-technology can perform well. Magistrate Elan is en route, I beleive he may wish to speak to you. I do not beleive payment will be necessary.

Tau Prime Traffic Control out.
Gaian Ascendancy
11-10-2005, 06:51
((OC- Someone mentionec moi I see? =^^= ))

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It had been a few months since the Celestial Gate had been constructed and a portal between the Angelic and Mortal realms had been opened. Since then, Gaian vessels of military, civilian transport, trade cargo, and even small exploration groups had reemerged to gain more 'new' information about the next generations of younger races and civilizations to come into contact with.

One knew a Gaian vessel, when the vessel hull was akin to soft ivory, an aura as bright as a light over diamond rings in a jewelry store, and the engines tended to 'shoot off' actual angel feathers, along with blue sparkletes, due to the tran-dimensional drive that was used as a thrusting source.

That, and the fact that every Gaian transmission was like talking to an angel, no matter 'what' species or even belief system was employed by whatever civilization encountered.

A decade plus of angelic coexistence leaves a mark. =^^=

Thus, a trio of Gaian light cruisers that look alot like Davion class cruisers emerge in this particular system, as their Fold jump makes clean and clear their presence in this (at the moment) unknown system.

In fact, the jump into the Celareon was like the jumps of old. Near random jumps on a whim of exploration's sake alone.
Naggeroth
11-10-2005, 07:23
IC The ship seemed to limp in towards the dock, its form leaking freezing gas. The ships captain looked with worry at the Melange Cargo Hold, if that snapped, his crew may be in trouble. He sighed, and began sending the ship scistamatics to those that he was about to meet.

Hail.

This is the EWC Ixan IX of the Naggrothian Empire. Our Empire is guided by Muad'Dib, Melange Emperor. We exist One Hundred Light years in the galatic East, with Thirty Light years below the Galatic Rim. We are The chosen of the Emperor, and of the Gods.

I am Captain Johno Atriedies, Of the House of the Emperor. We must discuss trade for this wonderful repairing technology.

End.