NationStates Jolt Archive

The Omar had confronted many problems throughought their existence. The Xeno, Humans, the death of Charros, and always they had survived. Evolution had allowed them to outlive anything, surpass anything, and become anything. But now a bigger change was about to take place.

The Omar had a shared conciousness, and this allowed them a one up on many biological organisms. But what if the next step...was to become one organism?

What if the entire race became one being? A planet sized cyborg, drifiting along the stars, laying waste to any who stood in their path. They could collect all the knowledge in the universe, and see places that no others could.

We shall become one
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All across the galaxy. Omar ships retreated back to the dead world of Charros. Even on XSS1, the Xeno space station, the Omar simply walked out of their embassy, got on an Omar ship, and left. All explorer vessels were recalled. As far as the Universe knew, some grave concern had caused the Omar to retreat back to their homeworld. For it was there and only there that they could complete their work.
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Are we all here?
Yes.
Where can we begin?
Versalife's former compound will be prime, although the technology we will use is beyond them.
Have we begun to harness the core?
Affirmative. However, Charros will not be able to power the system.
More planets must be sacrificed. Scour the entire system. Let no rock be unused. The sun shall be harnessed as well.
Affirmative. Production is now at 1%. Sub-planeck nanites are in production. Core has been reached, mining has yet to begin.

OOC: mind If I join in I’m going to do a post about my DOD intelligence party, if you don’t mind me having a little Intel on what your doing )

OOC: Go right ahead. :) Just TG me if you need any info.

0500 hours Department of defense over watch intelligence committee:

General green “ well Mr. president we have gathered intelligence , that a race known as the omar have begun some sort of project, we have limited information, on what they are doing but what we do know is that its big, and its dangerous.”

The president sighed looking over to the committee saying “ I don’t like flying blind, I want a cloaked probe sent in to gather what ever info we can visually”

Green put his hands on the black oak like table “understood sir, we will get an intel probe ready”

Lindzy “before you go sir !..”
“yes”” the president said in a curious voice
Lindzy responded quickly “if this turns out to be a threat of some kind to any one, we need to prepare the military to take it down”

The president looked at him and said “agreed but, I’m not going to flying blind and attack something that could be innocent or something that we shouldn’t get involved in, unless its clear we must make the first move ill just keep forces on stand by ..”

With that every one stood up and walked out.


Deep space …


Probe number 19801 flew in to the void of space targeting an Omar system, its cloaking device activated, it rumbled towards it, engaging its FTL, several moments later it dropped out of FTL speeds outside the system, its cloak covering its 10 M smooth gray body as its sensors were activated and a live feed was established

What if the entire race became one being? A planet sized cyborg, drifiting along the stars, laying waste to any who stood in their path. They could collect all the knowledge in the universe, and see places that no others could.


OOC:
This is called "Putting all your eggs in one basket."

It is something a survival-oriented race simply wouldn't do; screw up once, and they loose everything.

OOC: But it would be nigh impossible to kill. Besides, it'll lead to many interesting rps.

IC: Charros was a nest of activity. All minerals were being ripped out of the planet and the core was being drained. Omar worked like slaves, serving their mental master. No rock was left unturned, no grain of sand left unmelted. The system was turning into a pyre of sacrifice to an alien god. Droids were working in planets other then Charros as well.

Moons, planets, all were being stripped of any useful material and being flown to Charros. Atmospheres were sucked up, planet crusts were being melted down, and evil looking machines were being used to somehow convert the raw energy of a planets into a useable power source for some engine.

Worse yet, ancient texts rumored of a "soul" that each planet possessed, and already the Omar were trying with all their might to find it, and use it for their machine. Droids were constructing a gateway to another dimension, that might allow for a planet's soul to be trapped.

This dimensional element greatly intrigued the Omar. Imagine if their construct existed in multiple dimensions? What powers would that entail? The thrist for knowledge pushed the Omar farther.

Production: 5%

"Yes, My Father/Son, we are aware of their actions, it is a dangerous thing they attempt, best you be ready should they suceed in breaching the barrier."

"and the artifact?"

"Shall remain where it is, for now, they may very well not take interest, they are some distance from it, by your reckoning. Distance is meaningless to us, and may become so to them if they can breach the barrier and survive."

"your very existance, and that of the others of your kind seems to counter-indicate extreme hazard."

"but do I exist?"

"you seem to, and others react to your apparent presence."

"ah, but could I not be a meme? a figment of the collective imagination?"

"perhaps, but is THRA anything else but that?

"THRA is a political, economic and military alliance of thousands of systems,
whose origin is frequently attributed to a religious order advocating
interspecies cooperation and balanced ecological practices."

"You don't need to quote the encyclopedia entry to me, I've read it,
a simplification, and quite clinical, but Isolates understand and accept it."

"perhaps a visit is in order..."

suddenly and with none of the usual signs that accompany an FTL transit, a small ship enters the system, in apparent freefall, it drifts towards the work site.

{ooc: looks like I might get a chance to RPing as THRA directly, instead of it being a side note. I'll say now, any psychic probe of the ship will probably have "interesting" results.}

A man in a neat fitting, black, trench-like cloak walk quickly down the hall to the Imperial Office. Faceless guards stood, guarding the hallway, and the last two opened the door to the man.

"My Lord, the Omar remain", the man spoke as he handed a file to another man sitting.

"Well, it looks as though we shall have to meet them, again.", the sitting man said.

"Yes your Divine Immortality...", the other said as he bowed and turned.

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Full Waveband Communication
Encrypted: Historical Omar Script

The Imperial Flagship, Karl Saelim, request entry into your space. The Patriarch Emperor, Furion Miniah, Forever and Absolute, requests a meeting with your representatives. We will not try anything like we have in the past. We would wish to help you and ofcourse, possibly negotiate a trade agreement. We have changed alot since our last encounter, and we can we of more help than ever.

The Omar minds were linked as one, and could communicate mentally with their machines. Worker Droids were reporting strange ships coming into the system. One had just dropped in from lightspeed, and it began to worry the Omar.
This device must not endanger the project.
Perhaps it is hostile.
Firing on it could provide mixed results. Calculating...50/50 chance.
Agreed. Send a Whitestar mech to escort it out of the system.
Understood.
The Whitestar Mech(seen here: http://gundam.anime.net/images/mecha/MSN-04.GIF) was a full 52.12 meters in height, and shot out from one of the many planets in the system. It flew at nearly 7000 km/s until it reached the ship. It stopped on a dime right in front of it and put out it's hand in a "stop" signal.
"You are violating protected Omar space. Please state your bussiness or you will be fired upon."
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We have recieved a transmission, encrypted in our language.
The Imperial Flagship, Karl Saelim, request entry into your space. The Patriarch Emperor, Furion Miniah, Forever and Absolute, requests a meeting with your representatives. We will not try anything like we have in the past. We would wish to help you and ofcourse, possibly negotiate a trade agreement. We have changed alot since our last encounter, and we can we of more help than ever.
Interesting. Our memory banks cannot resurface an encounter with these people.

At once all Omar shuddered. Was thier memory decaying? Was their some unforeseen miscalculation in their systems? For 3,000 years they had used their cyborg systems and had no problems. Now, the project seemed even more important then ever.
Still, a friendly face is still appreaciated. Perhaps they could provide us with more resources, and the secrect of Inter-dimensional travel.
Send a reply at once.

It was as if all the planets, asteriods, and even the sun had heard them. At once a transmission was sent from everywhere.
"Progress no further until your purpose is clear. We are interested in what you propose, and wish that you elaborate on possible agreements...as well as the exact details on our last encounter."

OOC: But it would be nigh impossible to kill. Besides, it'll lead to many interesting rps.

ooc: 'nigh impossible to kill'? Is that right? If that is so then it could be considered a God-Mod by some. If I were you I would go over this new creation of yours very closely and give it a few weaknesses.

And, another curiosity of mine, you use mobile suits?

OOC: It won't be a Godmod: It can be hurt by weapons and ships, just the fact that it can escape and rebuild itself will make it nearly immortal. After all I am putting my entire population into one being. I think most nations will cut me some slack.

As for mobile suits, not really. The Whitestar mech is just used by the Omar as a robotic entity that can fill in for the Omar...and blow them away with 2 Pulsed Fusion Cannons.

OOC: I still don't see how you can not call that a god-mod. "Escape and rebuild itself", you have to consider the fact that if someone is determined to destroy you, that they will consider your ability, and thus put in place a FTLi or a WDi (though I don't think anyone has made a WDi yet) and KEEP YOU FROME ESCAPING! thats is why no one has ever done this, put their entire nation into one being; you end up dead. Not only that but your entire economy will become based upon a single being, which means production and all forms of your economy will very basically cease to be.

OOC: Yes. No money, no ships, nothing. Just one large being. And just watch and enjoy the show, lets see if it turns out to be a godmod.

OOC: I'm sorry if you misunderstand me. I in no way mean to be insulting. I am simply trying to warn you of the consequinces and possibilities that this will have on your nation. It's not an insult. So, good luck.

OOC: Oh I understand. I know it seems weird, but this is what the next step would be for the Omar, for better or for worse. However, when the project is finished, I would like it if you could point out a few things to me that might result in someone calling it a godmod, if thats ok. :)

Production has reached 20%.
Excellent. Has a sound design been found?
Yes. A basic design has been found, although it incorporates technology that seems beyond us. Multi-Dimensional Parrellelism has never been a strong point of ours.
The gate is nearing completion. Construction of a driod capable of interdimensional travel has begun. So far we have had interesting results. A inter-dimensional escapee is curtently running-
Subject captured. Testing will begin soon.
Excellent. Our capabilites grow with each passing moment...

OOC:
Candle Ice, if you were a major power, what you are proposing might have merit(although it would still be ill advised). However, you are a minor power; amassing enough force to overwhelm you wouldn't be very hard for most nations, and alot of people have FTLi.

Normally, you could create some measure of defence in depth; the ability to fall back, regroup, and scatter. With this project you remove these options.

In short, you are playing a survival-oriented race. Flexability, versatility, and redundancy are extreamly important survival traits, traits in which you are ICly freely giving up in exchange for straight forward strength in a galaxy whose middle powers could crush you with concerted effort, to say nothing of the plethora of upper and super powers that populate the stars.

It really strikes me as something the Omar simply wouldn't do.




Thrashia, what does WDi stand for?

OOC: All I can say is this: Just wait and see. A minior power I may be, but who knows where this rp will go? Just watch and wait.

The probe watched in silence, its advanced sensors, cameras, and devices scanning every thing it could, it moved along slowly like a piece of cloaked debris adding an extra measure of stealth to it, the drone was feeding live images and advanced sensors scans.

Mean while in the DOD HQ on terran prime.

Green stood up watching what was unfolding from the probe images. He sighed and said “what the hell are they doing” with a tone of confusing.

Lindsey looked at him “who knows but from these scans it looks like there turning there world in to some thing like floating fortress”

Green shook his head “what will they do though, we alredy know what there doing for the most part but is it a threat?

Lindzy “that we don’t know, we don’t have viable human Intel, and I doubt we could get agents close enough there, we’ll have to rely on drones..”

Green “the US government isn’t willing to do any thing on hunches , if they are a threat we move, if not we let it be, but there’s a flaw in that they might not be a threat now but how about later on? We could never tell”


Lindzy nodded in agreement, the screens filled up with images and pictures as a few more drones were dispatched, a few phasing form reality for an extra measure of stealth.

A con officer tapped a few buttons and said “sir we are intercepting transmissions from other factions I’m patching it in now …


The messages were heard green gritted his teeth slightly , “those damned fools don’t know what there getting in to, trying to play friendly first contact, well its not our concern they just better not get in our way if any thing has to be done”

OOC: All I can say is this: Just wait and see. A minior power I may be, but who knows where this rp will go? Just watch and wait.

OOC:

Where will this RP go? Well, from the looks of it you're going to use interdimentional and/or supernatural aspects to try and boost your power in conjunction to building an ubership, with the aim(direct or incidental) of being able to go toe to toe with nations much larger than yourself.

I hope I'm wrong, however, 'cause things don't work like that.

Droid X34745254 had finished scanning a moon and was on it's way to a mining site when it hit something. It stopped and began to scan the area. Nothing was there. But it had hit something.

X34745254 has interacted with a seemingly unseen object.
Possibilty of it being a cloaked...80%
Increase military presence throught the system. We want Dretch Fighters(http://b5tech.com/drakh/drakhraider/raider.jpg) patrolling the entire system.
Work must continue....

OOC:

Where will this RP go? Well, from the looks of it you're going to use interdimentional and/or supernatural aspects to try and boost your power in conjunction to building an ubership, with the aim(direct or incidental) of being able to go toe to toe with nations much larger than yourself.

I hope I'm wrong, however, 'cause things don't work like that.
OOC: An Ubership? No. Supernatural? No. You'll just have to wait and see...

OOC:

Where will this RP go? Well, from the looks of it you're going to use interdimentional and/or supernatural aspects to try and boost your power in conjunction to building an ubership, with the aim(direct or incidental) of being able to go toe to toe with nations much larger than yourself.

I hope I'm wrong, however, 'cause things don't work like that.

OOC: This RP will end in one of three ways:

The Omar will be destroyed by a much larger nation.

The Omar will be destroyed, not necessarily by a much larger nation.

The Omar will end up being ignored as Godmodding.

(hey guys i know your trying to help him but your filling the thread up with ooc stuff, i mean if he wants to do this let him I have no problem with it, my goverment will do some thing about it any way so sit back and watch the show)

OOC: Such hostility! But I can't give away the ending. So please, keep your OOC comments to a bare minimum from now on.

one of the probes was struck slightly it had spun out of control quickly away from the ship that impacted it, it was slightly damaged but not threatening to the mission. It was limping to a safe distance.

mean while over in the DOD
Green “what the hell happened!?
Lindzy with a frustrated voice put his hands on his desk “ I don’t know the probe was hit by something, a ship they have patrols all over the area”
Green” recall that probe have the others move away from the incoming ships “

(I assume it just clacked ? like a ball and it wasn’t a head on plow through ?)

OOC: Yeah, just clacked into it.

The gate is complete.
Understood. Begin tests.
Machine starting up....Power levels at 50%...Problem.
Proble-?
Machine is vibrating. Droids nearby have been destroyed. High energy levels detected. Possible rip in dimensional structure.
Does not compute.
A permanent portal has been made, one that the Technosect can not close.
Does not-
Being has been detected leaving port-
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A huge being, perhaps 100 feet tall stepped through the whirling portal. His alien eyes gazed upon the planet Charros, already envisioning his empire. With a scream untold hordes of creatures also ran out of the portal, awaiting to despoil the planet. As they raced towards the many worksites, the great beast uttered forth a horrible phrase
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"
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Work, all over the system stopped. Droids simply shutdown and all was quiet. A dark, almost black atmosphere had risen over Charros where once their was none, and the sun began to...destabilize...