Hyperspatial Travel
18-06-2006, 02:44
It was a craft worthy of respect. The Malagnarian was the largest battleship in the Coreward Fleet, the largest active battleship, at least. Piloted by an Exailleon, this craft carried thousands of fighters, tens of thousands of point-defense guns, and a single, massive anti-capital ship gun.
Of course, the deadly aspect of the ship was not in the slightest diminished by the sleek, black appearance of it, and the drones constantly swarming around it like wasps, protecting it from all manner of space obstacles.
However, it no longer rode to war. The Malagnarian was actually an exploration craft at the moment, as the Exaiellon possessed no small craft, being a large race. Although the singular pilot, Meris, was a soul almost as gentle as you could imagine, being one of the few Exaiellon who had defected from their racial aggression during the Exaiellon wars, and aided the Coreward Alliance in their fight for freedom.
Meris was the leader of the Exaiellon people, and the mightiest warrior among them. He had been the ruler of them all during the Exaiellon Wars, and he had led the crusades to burn worlds again, and again, and again, crushing opposition ruthlessly. In the last year of the war, when the Exaiellon victory seemed certain, he had undergone a radical personality change.
Now, even though he stood nigh fifty feet tall, and had once killed over ten thousand men alone, he was sworn to peace. He had begun his self-imposed atonement, taking upon the name 'Meris', which meant 'Atoning People'. He travelled the myriad worlds in his ship, his weaponry harming his efforts, as he forced himself to remind himself constantly of what he had done.
And now he entered the dimensional rift his mind had created, ripping apart the fabric of reality with a mere thought, albeit a thought that had taken strain on his body, and his ship.
He quivered, and was gone, with his ship. In fact, he was the ship, the interface making his body and its one. He felt his great legs pound through the dimensional sea, effort pouring out of them as he aimed to yet another new system.
This one, he knew, was claimed, by one race, or another. It did not matter, however. He would converse with them, and extend the hand of friendship. He had three Orran craft with him, and they flickered powerful thoughts at him, as he sat, and strained what had become his body in order to find his way to the miniscule pinprick of life that called to him. They were one, in a way, having attained a unity like all other races of the Coreward Alliance.
You really are foolish, Meris
Indeed, your foolishness is great. With your power, you could rebirth the Lifeship, and make us living
Meris groaned, and sent a reply echoing through the lower holds of his ship. "Perhaps. I have learnt that it is not my place to interfere. All good I thought I once did was turned to ill."
You know these new races will be unsuitable for the Coreward Alliance
Why find them? Why not make the Unity greater?
Come, Merris! Heed us!
Merris had kept them on his ship as another means of atonement, their constant prodding to make him do as they would was another torture to be endured, and yet it had to be endured. He spoke, unwillingly, but it was another condition of his penance. "They may be. As you all know, though the Coreward alliance was formed to 'ward' the Core Worlds of us, the Exaiellon. As they did so, each race who joined it felt a certain 'affinity' to the others, they were psychically aligned to them, in a way. It was a matter of years before they were all as brothers, unable to conceive of harm against one another".
He waited for their replies. The Orran on him had been numbered one, two, and three. One always replied to his statements directly, two always replied in part to his, and in part to one's, and three generally said something unrelated. They always spoke in order, as well..
Yes, we know. We wrote that history.
At least, part of it
Merris, you have atoned for your crimes. Undo your atonement
He spoke once more, seemingly not heeding the Orran at all. "As they grew in brotherhood, their psychic powers grew accordingly. They were powerful, but had the maturity not to exercise that power.
Indeed. We are nubs, those who have no power of our own, but other find power through us
We have physical power.
This time, the third spoke not at all. Merris continued, again ignoring them. "Then we came. Galactic children compared to the races coadunated there, those races who had become an all-encompassing, all-loving mind. We attacked them in savagery, and won, as they knew not violence."
We KNOW!
"We were repulsed, however, and those of us who managed to understand the notion of mind-unity joined the Coreward Alliance, without reservation. For the crimes of our race, we attempt to repair the damage we did to the fragile unity of minds."
And? We know all this. We have heard this tale a thousand times!
Perhaps. Perhaps Merris is relating it to this new race we have encountered.
Merris sighed, and stopped speaking. No more queries echoed from the trio of Orran, the three "fighter-craft" he had on him. A querulous echo sounded, as he left the rift.
He had arrived. A ship, massive beyond the capability of most to understand, churned through a slim gap in reality, bending and folding as the dimension beyond this one compressed it, and made its physical form waver, as it fully entered reality.
This is the place. We have tracked this place as being a likely home of *diplomatic contact 13[info]*
But it is only likely. We are not sure if they are there.
As this was not a question, Merris sighed, his mammoth sigh echoing through the ship he had made as his body.
He found the correct 'voice', or the way in which he would speak to this new species. "Greetings. I come in peace. I am Merris, representative of the Coreward Alliance. We would meet with you."
Merris waited, no doubt the race would take the arrival of a massive warship, armed to the teeth with deadly weaponry, as a sign of war, not peace. But it was his penance, and he would carry it out..
Of course, the deadly aspect of the ship was not in the slightest diminished by the sleek, black appearance of it, and the drones constantly swarming around it like wasps, protecting it from all manner of space obstacles.
However, it no longer rode to war. The Malagnarian was actually an exploration craft at the moment, as the Exaiellon possessed no small craft, being a large race. Although the singular pilot, Meris, was a soul almost as gentle as you could imagine, being one of the few Exaiellon who had defected from their racial aggression during the Exaiellon wars, and aided the Coreward Alliance in their fight for freedom.
Meris was the leader of the Exaiellon people, and the mightiest warrior among them. He had been the ruler of them all during the Exaiellon Wars, and he had led the crusades to burn worlds again, and again, and again, crushing opposition ruthlessly. In the last year of the war, when the Exaiellon victory seemed certain, he had undergone a radical personality change.
Now, even though he stood nigh fifty feet tall, and had once killed over ten thousand men alone, he was sworn to peace. He had begun his self-imposed atonement, taking upon the name 'Meris', which meant 'Atoning People'. He travelled the myriad worlds in his ship, his weaponry harming his efforts, as he forced himself to remind himself constantly of what he had done.
And now he entered the dimensional rift his mind had created, ripping apart the fabric of reality with a mere thought, albeit a thought that had taken strain on his body, and his ship.
He quivered, and was gone, with his ship. In fact, he was the ship, the interface making his body and its one. He felt his great legs pound through the dimensional sea, effort pouring out of them as he aimed to yet another new system.
This one, he knew, was claimed, by one race, or another. It did not matter, however. He would converse with them, and extend the hand of friendship. He had three Orran craft with him, and they flickered powerful thoughts at him, as he sat, and strained what had become his body in order to find his way to the miniscule pinprick of life that called to him. They were one, in a way, having attained a unity like all other races of the Coreward Alliance.
You really are foolish, Meris
Indeed, your foolishness is great. With your power, you could rebirth the Lifeship, and make us living
Meris groaned, and sent a reply echoing through the lower holds of his ship. "Perhaps. I have learnt that it is not my place to interfere. All good I thought I once did was turned to ill."
You know these new races will be unsuitable for the Coreward Alliance
Why find them? Why not make the Unity greater?
Come, Merris! Heed us!
Merris had kept them on his ship as another means of atonement, their constant prodding to make him do as they would was another torture to be endured, and yet it had to be endured. He spoke, unwillingly, but it was another condition of his penance. "They may be. As you all know, though the Coreward alliance was formed to 'ward' the Core Worlds of us, the Exaiellon. As they did so, each race who joined it felt a certain 'affinity' to the others, they were psychically aligned to them, in a way. It was a matter of years before they were all as brothers, unable to conceive of harm against one another".
He waited for their replies. The Orran on him had been numbered one, two, and three. One always replied to his statements directly, two always replied in part to his, and in part to one's, and three generally said something unrelated. They always spoke in order, as well..
Yes, we know. We wrote that history.
At least, part of it
Merris, you have atoned for your crimes. Undo your atonement
He spoke once more, seemingly not heeding the Orran at all. "As they grew in brotherhood, their psychic powers grew accordingly. They were powerful, but had the maturity not to exercise that power.
Indeed. We are nubs, those who have no power of our own, but other find power through us
We have physical power.
This time, the third spoke not at all. Merris continued, again ignoring them. "Then we came. Galactic children compared to the races coadunated there, those races who had become an all-encompassing, all-loving mind. We attacked them in savagery, and won, as they knew not violence."
We KNOW!
"We were repulsed, however, and those of us who managed to understand the notion of mind-unity joined the Coreward Alliance, without reservation. For the crimes of our race, we attempt to repair the damage we did to the fragile unity of minds."
And? We know all this. We have heard this tale a thousand times!
Perhaps. Perhaps Merris is relating it to this new race we have encountered.
Merris sighed, and stopped speaking. No more queries echoed from the trio of Orran, the three "fighter-craft" he had on him. A querulous echo sounded, as he left the rift.
He had arrived. A ship, massive beyond the capability of most to understand, churned through a slim gap in reality, bending and folding as the dimension beyond this one compressed it, and made its physical form waver, as it fully entered reality.
This is the place. We have tracked this place as being a likely home of *diplomatic contact 13[info]*
But it is only likely. We are not sure if they are there.
As this was not a question, Merris sighed, his mammoth sigh echoing through the ship he had made as his body.
He found the correct 'voice', or the way in which he would speak to this new species. "Greetings. I come in peace. I am Merris, representative of the Coreward Alliance. We would meet with you."
Merris waited, no doubt the race would take the arrival of a massive warship, armed to the teeth with deadly weaponry, as a sign of war, not peace. But it was his penance, and he would carry it out..