NationStates Jolt Archive

We are all that exists from the grasp of the Great Devourer. We are all that remain of our great Craftworld within the stars. We have been slaughtered like animals, ripped to so many pieces as an angry dog would rip at its meat. So be it the will of the universe, or divine intervention by the dark one known as She Who Thirsts. We are what remain of our great Craftworld Within the stars. Our kind have been forced to resurrect our great ancestors, in order to preserve our bleak future. Wriathbone infused with the soulstones of our great elders, we have reached our lowest of lows in this great black sea. We are all that remain of our great Craftworld within the stars. We are Iyanden.

The Craftworld Iyanden floated serenely in space. After untold amounts of years, the battle scars of the biggest invasion of the craftworld, were still hugely apparent. Despite never having fully recovered, the inhabitants of the craftworld have started to rise in population, instead of decline. Years and years ago, they were on the brink of extinction, but now they were steadily returning to life, growing, prospering, and filling their still massively hallow craftworld.

Entire sections of the Craftworld were still unpopulated, the still decaying bones of masses of Tyranids bleaching in the weak illumination of the unused sources. Only few places were still in use, and those included multiple aspect shrines, the Infinity Circuit, and the still-recovering Holy Forest of Silence. Very few other sectors were used, only the basic necessities, such as food and minor industrialization.

Through this bleak existence, they have returned. Returned again to take their place in the stars, not through force or conquest, but as a simple defender for themselves. They would not allow another Shadow of Death to consume them, or anyone else, ever.

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Bump.

OCC: Before I post, how large is this craft?

About the size of a small planet.

OOC: Eldar? Nice....we could probably help you out.

IC:

The transmission from Craftworld Iyanden was intercepted by some civil communications sattelites, and a small Trotsky Escort Carrier was sent with this message that was beamed back:

"This is the Workers State of New Dornalia. We hear of your plight. We were wondering if we could help your people, be it with technology, food, or even a permanent place to call home."

"Captain, we appear to be detecting a massive craft several lightyears off the port side."

"And the port side is...which?"

The monitering agent sighed. Pointing, he answered,"That way."

"Right. Of course. About how big is the craft?"

"Um...About the size of...A small planet. Yet the energy signature seems a bit small for a ship of its size. Maybe it was damaged?"

"Or it's majorly underused and they're conserving power. Either way, we should still take a look at it. Set course for the last known location of the ship."

"Right sir."
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Outside, the large cruiser-class craft seemed to stretch into an infinitely thin strand, and then disappear altogether in a flash of light. The only thing that was left behind was the small cloud of paint chips that always seemed to fall off during space travel.

OOC: Just a note, that little italicised portion was merely for dramatic purposes, not a message sent out.

"Farseer, we have a transmission coming in from an outside source. It appears to be human in language and tone."

The Farseer slipped off her long adorned helmet, and set it up on a control panel, blocking a few blinking runes from sight.

"Can you decipher the language?"

"Yes, Farseer."

"Then please do so, I am interested to see what humans have to say after so many years. Whether they are within their old imperialistic ways, or rather, finally imploded onthemselves like a great red giant."

The message was deciphered and passed onto the Farseer in the form of a runed panel. She was shocked. Humans actually offering aid so blatantly was unheard of by her people.

"Prepare a message." She waited for the transmission to be opened, then spoke the language that she was, Eldar. "Greetings humans. Me and my kin are weary of your kind, human. In ages past, we fought each other, slaying many unto ouselves, and now you offer aid. Why the sudden change in character?"

The FTSC Cruiser Mattias was on a routine mapping mission when...
"Sir, hysradar is picking up a massive ship, about the size of a small planet! But something is not right, thier energy signatue is less then that of one of our colonies," announced the sensors operator.
"Ok," the captain replied,"Set corse to hold 300km of it's surface and prepare a message."

This is the Flightopian Cruiser Mattias, you apper to have very badliy damaged, well sorry I guess you knew that. Anywho, do you require assistace, mabey a facillity to provide repair services, or a new planet perhaps?

OOC: Just a note, that little italicised portion was merely for dramatic purposes, not a message sent out.

"Farseer, we have a transmission coming in from an outside source. It appears to be human in language and tone."

The Farseer slipped off her long adorned helmet, and set it up on a control panel, blocking a few blinking runes from sight.

"Can you decipher the language?"

"Yes, Farseer."

"Then please do so, I am interested to see what humans have to say after so many years. Whether they are within their old imperialistic ways, or rather, finally imploded onthemselves like a great red giant."

The message was deciphered and passed onto the Farseer in the form of a runed panel. She was shocked. Humans actually offering aid so blatantly was unheard of by her people.

"Prepare a message." She waited for the transmission to be opened, then spoke the language that she was, Eldar. "Greetings humans. Me and my kin are weary of your kind, human. In ages past, we fought each other, slaying many unto ouselves, and now you offer aid. Why the sudden change in character?"

OOC: My bad.

IC:

The Captain of the ship relayed, having gotten the message:

"We have only just met, this behavior surprises us. Whatever other human faction you may have met, we are most certainly unlike them. We of the Workers State have learned to be generous to those who need aid, be they alien or human. Our Heroes of the People have taught us well."

((I play an Ulthwe army myself... although Iyanden was my next choice. Gotta love the ghost craftworld (becoming that way because of the tyranids).))

OCC: Before I post, how large is this craft?

((Think of a really big, long snake... like if you took the Deathstar and flattened it, then stretched it into a single line.))

Outside

The I.S.S. Foresight, a Ascension class scientific explorer/medical vessel, was exploring an unexplored region of space.

Bridge

"Captain," said Lieutenant James Andrews, the ship's chief science officer, "sensors are detecting a massive vessel a few light-years away. According to these readings, its power level is quite low for a craft of its mass."

Captain Norton Defoe stood up and walked behind the Lieutenant.

He asked, "How big is it?"

"According to my instruments," James said without looking up from the console, "it is the size of a small planet."

Norton returned to his command chair, sat down, and said, "Helm, alter course to intercept the ship. They may need our help."

"Aye, sir."

Outside

The I.S.S. Foresight gracefully came about and headed for the alien ship. All while maintaining a velocity of Warp 5.

((Think of a really big, long snake... like if you took the Deathstar and flattened it, then stretched it into a single line.))

OOC: Huh? As far as I know, Craftworlds are big metal "planets", spherical in shape. They are hallow and are made mostly from Wraithbone.
IC:
The reply was sent, after much hesitation.

"We.. thank you for your offer, humans. But we must be left to our own devices, we must be left to fend for ourselves, rebuild our great craftworld like our ancestors once had before us. We are Eldar, we will triumph."

OOC: WIll reply to Flight when I get back today.

OOC: Depends really I suppose; not metal, but indeed made of wraithbone, they vary in shape and size

The I.S.S. Foresight drops to sublight and approaches the vast alien ship. A message is sent on all frequencies.

Unidentified ship, our sensors have detected that your power supply is lower than it should be. Is their anything you would like to trade for more fuel or supplies?

((Takes a while to travel "several lightyears", huh? Never hire a Borangian as a monitering agent.))

In a flash of white-green light, and with a loud popping sound, almost as if a million people had put their fingers in their mouths and then immediately pulled them out, the cruiser was pulled from non-reality into reality. It started out as a small, particle-sized craft, then seemed to grow in a tenth of a second to its full size…Luckily, it was not so close to the Craftworld that it run into it. However, that’s not to say that the ship wasn’t close; the cruiser was only a hundredth of a light-second away from the enormous planet ship.
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“By my sweaty gym socks…It’s huge!”

“Yes captain. Like I said, it’s the-“

“It’s the size of a small planet!”

“…Uhuh. That’s what I was about to-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

The monitering agent muttered. “Would you like to send a transmission, sir?”

“Oh, um, yes, of course.

Attention pilots of the giant, unknown supercraft. This is Captain Naraefin of the Gadget Corporation Marketing and Explorations Department. We request that you identify yourself.

The Farseer sighed and sat down in her command chair, in the ancient bridge.

"Open a channel to every ship near us, I will make a general thesis, hopefully that will satisfy the curious humans."

The channel was opened.

"We are that which is of old. We are Eldar. This is our once great craftworld, savaged so many years ago by the Great Devourer. We require no assitance, we need no aid. We may sustain ourselves. But do not underestimate us. We are able to defend ourselves, for any would-be pirates out there. We have several ships ready to defend us if necesary."

The captain of the ND Ship replied:

"We respect your wishes. However, we cannot but feel that your pride is somewhat misplaced. Your Craftworld is not in the best of shape. Your back is eternally to the wall. And, what of resupply? You may have some kind of onboard facility, but larger operations may demand more elaborate setups. It would be better to join forces with a friendly benefactor, rather than go it alone and accept a burden that may be your undoing."

"And with all due respect, kind human. You underestimate the abilities of a Craftworld. We are completely self contained. Lakes, entire forests, shrines, cities, living spaces, Aspect shrines, ground and naval construction yards. We are perfectly able to handle ourselves. We may seem damaged, but this are scars that will never be healed, nor do we wish them to be. They will be there for as long as this Craftworld exists, in order to remind us and others what the Great Devourer has done, and what it is capable of."

The C.O. and X.O. of the I.S.S. Foresight look at each other before the Captain sends another message.

Eldar vessal, we understand and respect your wishes to stand on your own, but, are you positive you do not want to initiate trade? Our star charts of this region, for example, may prove useful to you.

Then perhaps, considering your self-sufficiency, it would be in both of our best interests to open up several trade relations? After all, there are many stronger powers out in the universe which could cause you a bit of trouble.

Then perhaps, considering your self-sufficiency, it would be in both of our best interests to open up several trade relations? After all, there are many stronger powers out in the universe which could cause you a bit of trouble.

The Captain of the ND Ship said, "I must concur with this statement."

The Farseer pondered. She thought long and hard whether or not to open trade relations with humans. All she's ever heard is that humans have been greedy, anti-xeno mongers. But these seemed genuine, and she could sense it.

"Very well, humans. One simple question, what could you possible want from us? We cannot export much besides crops and food. The material we use for construciton is Wraithbone... something that humans havn't been able to harness, and from the looks of your ships, still cannot harness. And before you ask about learning how to harness Wraithbone, it is very difficult for humans. It requires a strong mind. Think of it like, trying to bend a steel girder with your smallest fingers, that is what its like to harness Wraithbone without proper mental support, and knowledge."

To that question, the ship's People's Acolyte Chaplain walked up and replied, "This 'Wraithbone' requires a strong mind...then we Acoyltes, with our command of the Force, are up to the challenge. We have excellent command of the Force, and can easily manipulate objects into necessary positions."

You underestimate our capabilities...And if you have noticed, we are not human.

The Scariliun (A lime-green octopoid, two arms and six tentacle-legs) pointed at himself.

We do not have weak minds, as do those of the Terran race.

As if to make a point, he stood up. The chair he had been sitting on suddenly hovered up and crumpled into a combact, carbonite ball, almost of its own accord. As he set his hands on it, the metal sphere suddenly rippled, returning to its orginal form, and the octopoid returned to sitting in it.

I doubt one of weak mind co do that.

Now, as for the trade agreements...As per our scans, you seem to have few means with which to defend yourself. Such a predicament is not beyond our capabilities of fixing. As for the trade at the moment...Consider this first thing, a gift or sorts.

Captain Defoe ponders over the Eldar's message.

You are mistaken in one point, the crew of this vessel is not composed of Humans. All 650 members of the crew are Alterans. We may look like the natives of Earth, but only in physical appearance are we similar. As for what we could trade, I'm sure we could work out an exchange of knowledge.

((Stop calling them humans! Use "mon-keigh" like a proper Eldar...
Keep being aloof, especially if you are playing a race based off the Iyanden Craftworld.
Wraithbone is a secret that no one has been able to learn from the Eldar. Bonesingers use their psychomorphic talents to accelerate and shape the formation of psychotropic crystals that "grow" out of the Wraithbone, allowing them to build their structures and ships. This discipline requires immense training to craft anything.))

((Stop calling them humans! Use "mon-keigh" like a proper Eldar...
Keep being aloof, especially if you are playing a race based off the Iyanden Craftworld.
Wraithbone is a secret that no one has been able to learn from the Eldar. Bonesingers use their psychomorphic talents to accelerate and shape the formation of psychotropic crystals that "grow" out of the Wraithbone, allowing them to build their structures and ships. This discipline requires immense training to craft anything.))

Thank you for the human-Eldar word, it eluded me for a while.

And the Wraithbone. Its called being nice and not sounding like an ass so you don't make enemies. I know it's a secret, but other species don't know that. Gadget kept pushing for it, and if you would have waited for me to post, you would have seen I would have denied him anything because it was something that only Eldar are meant to use, according to Eldar.

And the speaking. It's hard, mmmk? Still learning here. If you havn't seen my post count, I am alittle new at it. OVer time everything gets better, I am no different.

OOC: Besides; aside from being a name for humans; Mon-Keigh actually means "That which must be destroyed" And could in fact be used for any race the Eldar consider inferior (That being most). To be fair, its not beyond the Eldar to call a human a human

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Thank you for the human-Eldar word, it eluded me for a while.

And the Wraithbone. Its called being nice and not sounding like an ass so you don't make enemies. I know it's a secret, but other species don't know that. Gadget kept pushing for it, and if you would have waited for me to post, you would have seen I would have denied him anything because it was something that only Eldar are meant to use, according to Eldar.

And the speaking. It's hard, mmmk? Still learning here. If you havn't seen my post count, I am alittle new at it. OVer time everything gets better, I am no different.

((I understand, just giving pointers... if it sounded like I was being aggressive or rude, I apologize. It wasn't my intention to aggravate.))

OOC: Perhaps an OOC thread is needed. Can we get back to the IC stuff?

OOC: Heh, sorry if I exploded Drac, was in a pissy mood all that day.

IC:

"Then, non-humans... Seems I must divulge the truth to the all curious. How to harness, and create Wraithbone is forbidden to any species not of Eldar. Our ancestors used the great Wraithbone, we use it, and our future will use it, no others will use such wonderous abilities."

Eldar ship, would you be agreeable to a trade of star charts?

The message sped from the I.S.S. Foresight and through the small amount of void between the craft.

Did we ever ask for such a material? No, we did not. But we still hold up our gift, if you are willing to accept.

Image, or knowledge? That plagued the Farseer's mind. Sacrafice a self-sufficient image for maps, or learn of the new world they have just emerged into.

But then she casted aside such corporal thoughts, and started to think ahead. She started to look past which is that of matter, and into the things to come.

Then it struck her like a brick. She had to keep herself from falling over from shock. They were only vague images, thoughts, spectres of the mind, but still they made her legs tremble. She had probed the fabric of existance to find if simply knowledge would help, but she bit off much more than she could chew in the end.

She opened the com to the foreign ships, and half-heartedly mumbled her reply.

"We.. accept your gifts, kind beings of the stars."

Captain Defoe smiled as he read the response, he turned and said to those behind him, "Compress the unclassified star charts and prepare them for transmission."

"Aye, sir."

OOC DO, Let him do it his own way. LEt him do it his way, you barge into RPs telling people how it should be done. Perhapse you should actually get involved instead of actually just posting OOC, Mkay? If your not going to post IC, don't tell people how to rp their own way?

IC And this was one of the Forseen Stops. The Guild Heighliner droped into Truespace, its massive hull gleaming. On the main deck, the Emperor, Samuel Coote Atriedies II, Muad'Dib, Guider of Souls, stood. He had been transformed in the last Weeks. He had fallen, now a Prince of the Powers of Chaos. His body already showed the signs, once tall and Fair, his skin had darkened, the Blond hair was now Black, and the Eyes no longer glowed Blue with the Addiction of melange, they glowed red with the powers of the warp. Before him, the Craftworld stood, and he smiled, remembering the vision.

Hail Makers of The Prince of Excess.

I am the Emperor of the Holy Imperium of Naggeroth, The Father of the Children of Dune. I a Chosen Prince of The Four Powers, Muad'Dib, the Kwisatz Hadreach, Messiah of Billions. And I have seen something, that the strands of time will reveal to you. Now, shall we meet?

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"We are happy to hear so. We have already sent for a freighter containing-Ahh, here it is now."

The Scariliun looked out a window on the bridge, towards the suddenly-expanding image of a MegaFreighter next to them. The massive transport ship was even larger than the cruiser; it neared two kilometers in length. Printed on the side was the GadgetCorp logo: a large, purple smiley face inside a three-toothed gear.

"As I was about to say, the freighter contains some equipment, as well as spacecraft, which may prove useful to you, should you encounter hostile life forms. Now, um...If you could tell us where you docking facilities are located?"

"Farseer, a chaos vessel has approached and opened up communications."

"Do not reply to them... we shall not even acknowledge chaos filth. Who knows, they may be ones that serve the Prince of Chaos."

The Farseer returned the communications to the beins she found to be quite curious.

"Please dock at our most southern pole. There is currently no power going to that area, but it is well away from our main... civilization. You will be met by our faithful Guardian squads. It is to insure that any bacteria that may be natural to you, but deadly to us, does not infect us. There you may drop your spatial gifts, and we may be able to exchange for them, with some form of payment, though our technology is restricted. One last thing, kind many-legged givers of the stars, could you please make a hastey transaction? I have just relized there is a very urgent matter we must attend."

With that said, Guardian squads were already on their way down on super velocity lifts.

"Oh, of course, of course. We shall provide your gift and be on our way, if you'd like."
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The freighter approached the southern pole, letting out a sort of sighing sound as the front of it expanded out and connected to the docking bay with several clanks and whirs. As the giant doors on front opened up, the interior of the giant craft could be seen. It would be considered enormous, to anyone who hadn't been living in a world ship anyway.

Inside, the hollow, block-like ship was filled with row upon row of crates and machines. A third of the machines were Wraith MkII's, small T-shaped craft. Another third consisted of AI Storms, larger craft shaped like a half-circle. The final third of the machines consisted of ground-craft. They were mostly made up of Vulture Hoverbikes and Spyndal Walkers, though there was one of the colossal, 185-foot high Mech Assault Platforms.

The crates' interiors, on the other hand, could not be seen, but simply had weapon names stamped on them, along with symbols designating their weapon type. The names on the boxes included: "M.I. Hacker,""Displacer Beam," and "Redlock Heat Rifle." Several scariliuns, followed by many more of the large Constructo-Droids, began gathering the crates onto hover trollies, and moving them out onto the docking platforms. One of the Scariliuns in the lead, once putting down his cargo, began directing his fellows in the flow of goods.


((Information on these machines and weapons can be found in my yet-to-be-completed storefront, here (http://s13.invisionfree.com/Gadget_Corporation/index.php?act=idx).))

Guardian defenders watched the supplies being loaded onto their craftworld. The air was stale, and the lightning very dim, the only source of which coming from the massive transport ship that had docked.

Many of the Guardians seemed uneasy in the most distant part of the craftworld, completely away from the northern pole, where the civilization was centered.

An Eldar, with adorned robes, but still wearing a combat helmet, stepped forward. The Warlock spoke, his voice uneasy, but still firm yet kind.

"We thank you for these supplies. Perhaps in the future, we may be able to do further trade. But as of right now, we have very urgent business to attend to, a dire situation."

OOC: Heh, sorry if I exploded Drac, was in a pissy mood all that day.

IC:

"Then, non-humans... Seems I must divulge the truth to the all curious. How to harness, and create Wraithbone is forbidden to any species not of Eldar. Our ancestors used the great Wraithbone, we use it, and our future will use it, no others will use such wonderous abilities."

The Acolyte then bowed, and said, "Perhaps then, we were too impetous. Would you consent to the exchange of technology not involving the Wraithbone?"

The head Scariliun turned to face the Eldar, speaking in a blurbly voice.

"Oh, of course, of course. We're almost finished unloading. Just a few more walkers and the Assault Platform, and we'll be done."

As if on cue, the giant Mech Assault Platform stomped out of the freighter, making the docking bay shake a little. As the machine reached the piled-up goods, it shut down, and the droids inside exited through the feet, heading back to their ship. With a quick look, the head Scariliun once again turned back to the being.

"Well, it look like we're done. However, before we could, could we inquire what the dire situation is?"

"In all honesty, kind one, I do not know. The great Farseer has not divulged the information to us. Only that it is a dire situaiton that must be dealt with. Again, thank you very much for your kind offerings. In the future, we may be able to deal in goods again."

The warlock turned around and headed back towards the turbolift. The supplies would be left there until the proper transportation equipment could be salvaged.

In the craftworld command center, the Farseer was forced to conclude all outside contact with the foreigners.

"To all friendly ships, I am afraid we must cut this "meeting" time over. A situaiton diverts our attention, and we must attend and assess. Thank you for all your offers and kindness."

The Scariliun shrugged as the Eldar walked off.

"Ah well, at least we know thet'll remember us."

With a glance at the giant, almost egotisitical logos emblazened on the war machines, he slithered back to the freighter.
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As the ship disconnected from the docking bay, it let off the same sighing sound, but in reverse. As it rejoined the cruiser, the two altered their course. Activating the Positronic Null-Space Warp Drives in each ship, the two stretched into an infinitely thin and long line, then vanished in a flash of light the shade of ugly.
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As the two ships sped through Null Space, the Captain of the cruiser turned to a monitering agent.

"Be sure to save that ship's energy signature and all information we have on those "Eldar" beings in the ship's matrix. I want to make sure HQ gets a copy of it all, in case of future diplomatic or trade relations."

"Yes sir."

Energy was diverted to the Craftworld's drives.

In an instant, the giant Craftworld, the size of a small planet, slipped into a webway tunnel.