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Introduction of the Huntarian Republic (attn. NFT nations, Kyanges. Ancient Rp)

Huntaer
05-02-2006, 03:11
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The crew of the M.S.S. Republic (http://www.lcarscom.net/fsd/enterprise/01/01-2.jpg) watched in utter horror as the bomb exploded upon the United Malkirian States capital. The bomb was mushroom-like, and it kept growing up into the sky.

First Officer Brillan was the first person to break the silence, "Who could've done this?"

Fleet Admiral Drishdee looked down at his first officer, "It's obvious isn't it? They did it." He jabs a finger towards the dark side of the planet

"On the eve of the exploration? Expansion of the UMS? Why?"

"Who knows. They're the epitome of evil."

"LOOK!" The Tactical Officer points at the screen just as a bright red cloud could be seen on the dark side of Huntaria.
http://www.eurekacouncil.com/Images/nuclear-war.jpg

Within minutes, they could see stream lines of nuclear and fusion rockets flying towards either side of the planet. Some exploded in mid air, while other's evaporated the oceans and decicrated the lands.

"My god.... It's an all out nuclear war," the Fleet Admiral said with a groan.

"Sir.... Isn't there anything we can do?" Asked the science officer.

"Negative...." Came the croaking reply.

The crew sat at the bridge for a further eight hours in horror, watching as all of the missiles were launched. After nearly fourteen hours, the planet was suddenly silent. No more bombs. The Fleet Admiral was almost too scared to hear the answer of his next question, "Report....."

"Radiation in the atmosphere is to high to get any readings.... Sir.... I---I think they're all dead."

"Then it's over. We can't return here for a few thousand years. There is nothing else left here except anger, hatred, sorrow, remorse, and death. Warp One."

It took the helmsman several minutes longer than what it would normaly take. Distracted by recent events, then he realised something.... "Where too sir?"

"*Sigh.* Head towards the outer areas of the unknown. Perhapse we can gather all of our fleet. We can form a new home from there, and establish a new government."

"What type of government sir?"

"The Huntarian Republic."

The vessel then jumped to warp speed, and they wouldn't see their planet again for two thousand more lonely, bloody years.

And so was the end of everything they knew. The United Malkirian States was no more. The Kirtirian Regeime, those who attacked first, was no more. The Fleet was spread all across the sector, unaware of the events that have just took place. What once was the flurushing planet of Huntaria, is now a ghostly planet of the dead. And thus, began a new government. The beginning story, of the Old Republic of Huntaer.

OOC:
This is my basic idea for the birth of what would be known as the Galactic Republic of Huntaer, which later turns into the current Galactic Empire of Huntaer.
Huntaer
05-02-2006, 04:55
bump.
Kyanges
05-02-2006, 08:20
(OOC: Kyanges, aka, The Eshirian Sovereignty, aka, Sovereign Interstellar.)

IC:

On the other end of the galaxy, far from the ashes of the nuclear fire, and far removed from the apocalyptic fate of the once glorious Huntarian homeworld, another race was enjoying the fruits of its golden age. The most powerful, and advanced nation was a title not easily earned, yet this race had made itself the shining example of civilization at its best.

The nation, Sovereign Interstellar, would soon experience its share of hardship, eventually collapsing and giving way to the Eshirian Sovereignty ten-thousand years later. But these were hopeful times, and no one wanted to think of what might be if the good times were to ever end. The Sovereignty controlled ten worlds, though only three were inhabited, and out of the three only one was respectably populated. Nonetheless Sovereign Interstellar held a vast portion of space, with pockets of lesser races scattered throughout its territories. The homeworld, Sac'tec, lay deep in Sovereign space close to the rim of the Aphotic galaxy.

Yet desite the massive disparity between the two nations, and the vast distance between them, news of the terrible destruction spread quickly...


"Huntaer? Never heard of it."

Elese picked up a drink, and took one more large gulp. She set the cup down and glanced back at a report in her hand. Elese held a station in a small outpost on the fringes of Sovereign space. The accommodations were small, but being at a dead end was what this kind of outpost was all about. Monitors let a steady glow, scrolling text, and pictures related to the nuclear war on Huntaer.

"Wait...Huntaer...Ah! Right! I remember them now!" Elese exclaimed with some satisfaction. She stared at the report for another moment, then muttered, "I knew they'd do this to themselves eventually..." Elese shook her head, and set down the folder.

"What's the 'book' say about this?" She asked a fellow officer.
A young man glanced back at Elese for a moment. His face flashed an expression of disappointment for an instant before he responded, "Well, the 'book' assigns us to send aid and whatnot over to them." His face flashed another emotion, this time of skepticism. "But what's that going to do for-" He cut himself off while an chart of the massive radiation levels appeared. "-that?!"

Elese smiled. "Tis our duty to serve! And lead these wayward races to their true destiny." Her tone reflected perhaps most clearly the disillusionment of the population. Rather than overflowing with faith in the Yen Ideals, and eagerness to serve, Elese looked more ready to hit the sack, and watch late-night space TV.

The young man only grimaced. And with a deep sigh, he strolled off to fill out the necessary paperwork for aid deployments.

With in a few hours, a small convoy of ten vessels, half with supplies, and half with escorts, assembled outside the tiny station. Within the next few seconds, the ships seemed to stretch, and twist. Space around them was beginning to breakdown, and as quickly as it began, it ended. Space snapped back to normal, and the ships were gone.

They only hoped that they would be well received...


(OOC: So the Prehistory finally begins.)
Kyanges
06-02-2006, 05:13
(OOC: Bump. For Huntaer.)
Huntaer
12-02-2006, 03:22
Fleet Admiral Drishoonde paced about upon the bridge. His home world
was destroyed. He had no where to run. Hunxa is just a volcanic moon, and not much of a help if they were to colonize it. The gaze of their old beloved home world would cause too much agony. He knew of one possible place where they might find refuge for the time being. It is a stretch of space, about 11 light years from known Huntarian space. Rumor had it that there was a civilization equal, if not more powerful, to the UMS. It will take some time to get there, but his crew will need the time to recover from recent events.

"Helm, lay in a course for beyond known space. Approximatly sector 41b."

"But... Admiral, there's nothing there."

"That's what the government would have you believe. They didn't like the idea of a nation that could be more powerful than them. Engage."

"*Sigh.* Aye, sir."

The Republic then turned 180 degrees, and went to warp 2. It will take them some time before they reached Sovereign Interstellar space.

OOC: Never did give the Fleet Admiral a name in the first post now did I? Anywho if his name sounds similar thus to an old Kirtir Lord of late, (refering to current huntaer) it is suppose to. Drishoonde is a direct ancestor of Councilor Magriel. As I have discussed with you (kyanges) long ago, Magriel was in a similar situation as Anikan was in ROTS durring the colapse of the Republic when the Kirtir took over the Huntarian Republic. Further detail to be developed as Rp goes along.
Kyanges
12-02-2006, 03:31
(OOC: Ok. I did send a bunch of ships if you didn't notice. What of them?)