Perimeter Defense
29-10-2006, 03:50
OOC: Lemmeseehere...a big, space-operatic adventure with hand-waved technology, special effects, intersystem time-dilated romances, and more! Need I continue?
Create your own characters and solar systems, wage wars with unusual technology, play out over-the-top diplomatic sessions, and more!
Isochronicity
i•soch•ro•nal
adj.
1. Equal in duration.
2. Characterized by or occurring at equal intervals of time.
i•so’chro•nism n.
i•so’chro•ni•ci•ty n.
Time? Why, it seems as though I've just gotten here. No time at all. But the emergence of Toyota/Kawasaki disentanglement drive technology should have explained that. Now we can make war in peace, without the frustrating delays of traditional battlefield transition.
The heavy cruiser Rigella traversed the length of her mother solar system Kyrios, on a routine patrol route that just breached the perimeter. From Sol to here was approximately six hundred light years, and that was easily pushed through the disentanglement drive on the ship.
James Leberman, her shipmaster, sighed. The war between Kyrios and its sister system, Emmanuel, was escalating to unprecedented heights. At the same time, colonization across the galaxy was increasing exponentially, and like a plague that spread with population explosions, so did conflict. It was always resources or territory. Warlords and leaders hungry for more, as though what was being given wasn't already enough. The Federation of UNITY encompassed two hundred habitable planets over thirty solar systems, and each month something was added. Admittedly it was a slow process of living, but the whole faction's population was only about 150 billion anyway. Back on Kyrios's homeworld, the Minister of Distribution managed to pack six billion people on a planet with a diameter of 32,000 km. and a land-to-ocean ratio of 2:7.
In the distance, Leberman saw the lights of a battle that had concluded almost two days ago. People really go that far to fight, he thought. Interestingly, the civilians never really thought much about war these days. Citizens of rival systems interacted as normally as could be, and Leberman even had a girlfriend in Emmanuel. The military was the only thing that was affected.
Across the galaxy there was a new coalition being formed, but no one knew how big it was. Rumors said fifty planets, others said twice the size of UNITY. No one knew, no one cared. If they waged war with UNITY, well, so be it. The streetwalker would say, "I'll just move inwards, to the center. Save haven."
This, however, was different. Because that coalition wasn't human.
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A proble whose model no. was SA-751, and whose serial no. was ASG-001-235-21, idly floated somewhere on the other side of the galaxy. Exploratory probes were often controlled by lethargic controllers who never really checked their monitors out. By fortune's hand, our 21's station was manned by a green newbie, fresh off the academy and unknowing of the tedium that was E-probewatch. He glued his eyes to that holographic screen and scanned the horizon, until he found something. Something big. Something fast. And then he found static.
Records before destruction read a ship about eighty kilometers long, and twenty kilometers wide. It would reach the center in a month at its speed.
Create your own characters and solar systems, wage wars with unusual technology, play out over-the-top diplomatic sessions, and more!
Isochronicity
i•soch•ro•nal
adj.
1. Equal in duration.
2. Characterized by or occurring at equal intervals of time.
i•so’chro•nism n.
i•so’chro•ni•ci•ty n.
Time? Why, it seems as though I've just gotten here. No time at all. But the emergence of Toyota/Kawasaki disentanglement drive technology should have explained that. Now we can make war in peace, without the frustrating delays of traditional battlefield transition.
The heavy cruiser Rigella traversed the length of her mother solar system Kyrios, on a routine patrol route that just breached the perimeter. From Sol to here was approximately six hundred light years, and that was easily pushed through the disentanglement drive on the ship.
James Leberman, her shipmaster, sighed. The war between Kyrios and its sister system, Emmanuel, was escalating to unprecedented heights. At the same time, colonization across the galaxy was increasing exponentially, and like a plague that spread with population explosions, so did conflict. It was always resources or territory. Warlords and leaders hungry for more, as though what was being given wasn't already enough. The Federation of UNITY encompassed two hundred habitable planets over thirty solar systems, and each month something was added. Admittedly it was a slow process of living, but the whole faction's population was only about 150 billion anyway. Back on Kyrios's homeworld, the Minister of Distribution managed to pack six billion people on a planet with a diameter of 32,000 km. and a land-to-ocean ratio of 2:7.
In the distance, Leberman saw the lights of a battle that had concluded almost two days ago. People really go that far to fight, he thought. Interestingly, the civilians never really thought much about war these days. Citizens of rival systems interacted as normally as could be, and Leberman even had a girlfriend in Emmanuel. The military was the only thing that was affected.
Across the galaxy there was a new coalition being formed, but no one knew how big it was. Rumors said fifty planets, others said twice the size of UNITY. No one knew, no one cared. If they waged war with UNITY, well, so be it. The streetwalker would say, "I'll just move inwards, to the center. Save haven."
This, however, was different. Because that coalition wasn't human.
****
A proble whose model no. was SA-751, and whose serial no. was ASG-001-235-21, idly floated somewhere on the other side of the galaxy. Exploratory probes were often controlled by lethargic controllers who never really checked their monitors out. By fortune's hand, our 21's station was manned by a green newbie, fresh off the academy and unknowing of the tedium that was E-probewatch. He glued his eyes to that holographic screen and scanned the horizon, until he found something. Something big. Something fast. And then he found static.
Records before destruction read a ship about eighty kilometers long, and twenty kilometers wide. It would reach the center in a month at its speed.