Hyperspatial Travel
24-05-2006, 10:34
OOC: This is essentially an alliance for those of us who are Borg-like (For lack of a better example), or are one mind, and share the trait of being either genocidal or aggressive. I know it's a fairly niche group, however, it should make for some fun combined RPs.
It saw the entirety of the universe, or perhaps the amount of energy that could be arrayed against it. It did not tremble at the immensity, perhaps because infinity was impossible to comprehend, yet, at the same time, it saw.
Perhaps it was all, perhaps it was not. Infinity is impossible to apprehend, but impossible is a word not tolerated by the Maker-Mind. And yet, as it looked at the thousands of races, those who sought dominance, those who sought peace, in which to multiply and gain dominion, those who sought war, for honour, for life, or simply for their own amusement.
Nevertheless, it was daunted by the immensity of life. It had sworn to eliminate all of the filthy non-Maker, that which was not part of it. And it would, it had no doubt about that. Nonetheless, it required aid. The power it could gain before being defeated, or at least pushed back by another, dominant power, was limited.
It decided to send out a clarion call to those who it sought for alliance, if only temporary. Those who were unsuitable would be eliminated as they were found so, those who were suitable would be offered alliance. If the suitable grew too strong, they would be made Maker-wrought, or be decimated.
We/Many/I seek the Alliance/Pact/Agreement with others who are suitable. Come to [system]. Those who are one-mind may be found so. Those who are many-minds will not be tolerated.
It was a remote system, far from the Maker-Mind's own territory. However, six Battlespheres had cleansed the three species, one spare-faring from the system some weeks ago, leaving naught but smouldering planets in their wake. Thus, it was suitable for a meeting. If those who would meet it were suitable.
It would've felt amusement, had it been capable of doing so. No doubt those who were one would come to it, and profess alliance for the sake of furthering themselves, much as the Maker-Mind would further itself. Their shared interest in survival was all that would drive them, and so they would not attack each other unless they found a weakness. The weak deserved to be eliminated, and so it would be suitable.
If there had been another way to cleanse the universe, it would've taken it. As it was, the power it exercised was vast in terms of worlds, but pitiful on the scales of galaxies and alliances. It must have allies, or else it would never be able to carry out what it was driven to do.
As the call reached out across the void, the Maker-Mind slid its insidious tentacles into new, burnt worlds, producing more 'spheres all the while. Perhaps the design could be improved, however, not at the present time.
It saw the entirety of the universe, or perhaps the amount of energy that could be arrayed against it. It did not tremble at the immensity, perhaps because infinity was impossible to comprehend, yet, at the same time, it saw.
Perhaps it was all, perhaps it was not. Infinity is impossible to apprehend, but impossible is a word not tolerated by the Maker-Mind. And yet, as it looked at the thousands of races, those who sought dominance, those who sought peace, in which to multiply and gain dominion, those who sought war, for honour, for life, or simply for their own amusement.
Nevertheless, it was daunted by the immensity of life. It had sworn to eliminate all of the filthy non-Maker, that which was not part of it. And it would, it had no doubt about that. Nonetheless, it required aid. The power it could gain before being defeated, or at least pushed back by another, dominant power, was limited.
It decided to send out a clarion call to those who it sought for alliance, if only temporary. Those who were unsuitable would be eliminated as they were found so, those who were suitable would be offered alliance. If the suitable grew too strong, they would be made Maker-wrought, or be decimated.
We/Many/I seek the Alliance/Pact/Agreement with others who are suitable. Come to [system]. Those who are one-mind may be found so. Those who are many-minds will not be tolerated.
It was a remote system, far from the Maker-Mind's own territory. However, six Battlespheres had cleansed the three species, one spare-faring from the system some weeks ago, leaving naught but smouldering planets in their wake. Thus, it was suitable for a meeting. If those who would meet it were suitable.
It would've felt amusement, had it been capable of doing so. No doubt those who were one would come to it, and profess alliance for the sake of furthering themselves, much as the Maker-Mind would further itself. Their shared interest in survival was all that would drive them, and so they would not attack each other unless they found a weakness. The weak deserved to be eliminated, and so it would be suitable.
If there had been another way to cleanse the universe, it would've taken it. As it was, the power it exercised was vast in terms of worlds, but pitiful on the scales of galaxies and alliances. It must have allies, or else it would never be able to carry out what it was driven to do.
As the call reached out across the void, the Maker-Mind slid its insidious tentacles into new, burnt worlds, producing more 'spheres all the while. Perhaps the design could be improved, however, not at the present time.