Anagonia
18-12-2006, 20:58
Unified Government of Anagonia - Planet of New Novar
David Zeus awoke with a start. He shook, his reptilian body chilled to the bone. He hissed to himself in disgust, this was the third time this week this had happened. Shifting the heavy comforter he sat up in bed. His chamber was dark, only the shine of the New Novarian moon gave him the any form. He sighed deeply, rubbing his scaled leg softly as he looked down at it. What was happening to him? Why had he been getting these cold starts? He didn't know.
David was a Komodren, son to the most influencal and longest lasting Leader in Anagonian History. Standing finally while rubbing his snout, the light shone his nake features in the soft hue of a new mornings darkness. He was well built, his body firm and having visible muscle. He stood to about seven feet in height, his tail thumping the floor at a length of five feet. His scaled skin was a dark green, underbelly a soft dirty white that ended just above his abdomen. Nothing else was visible expect for his head, which along with his body resembled that of an Earthian Komodo Dragon.
Looking at the clock on his nightstand, he huffed a yawn. It was 6:42 Morning Time, just early enough to get a shower and get ready for the days business. There wasn't much reason for going back to sleep. His body needed some warmth, and a shower would do it anyway.
So, after a lengthy hot shower, David cleaned himself and dressed for the day. Looking at the clock after he put his shirt on and tighteneing his pants belt, he smiled. He had stayed in the shower for over an hour, it was 7:45 right now. Good thing the day didn't officialy start till nine o'clock! He chuckled to himself, then reached into his drawer and gathered his lightsaber and data PAD. Placing both on his Master Jedi robes, he went from his chamber and down to the Unified Congress.
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Confederate Systems of Anagonia - Planet of New Kretani
Oscar Vladinchi was in his bathroom shaving his beard. It had become a habit ever since the Exodus for him to make a new image, a new life, for himself. Once being a dire-hard Communist, he maintained his beard just for that significance. But now, as things changed, so did he. Several decades had passed since the Exodus ended, since everything calmed down. It had taken this long to become content with the exile the Galactic Empire had placed on Anagonians as a whole.
He fliched, nicking himself with his blade. That was stupid. Oscar sighed, then continued to shave.
There wasn't much left of the Old Anagonia, he knew. Reports had been very specific. Every world that was once beautiful had been transformed into an ugly piece of trash. Droid Foundries, Munitions Factories, everything imaginable for a war machine. It was as much an insult to the Exiled Anagonians as a victory for the Empire. He hated it, so deeply. Novar had been disgraced, her beautify torn to shreds from the Planetary bombardment. And Delphi, the beautiful Water World, the Jewel of the Republic. Nothing but Acid pools now.
Oscar washed his face, finished shaving, and put some kind of liquid on his nick. It closed up, he hissed at the pain, but shrugged it off as he cleared his throat. He looked at his knife, seeing how much his beared had grown during the night. Shaking his head he cleaned it, and shethed his knife. Standing up and drying his face with a towel, he breathed deep, then exhaled. Today was the day he would tell everyone about his plan.
He went from his bathroom and left his chamber. He made his way to the shuttle pad. Oscar Vladinchi would purpose the impossible at the Unified Congress.
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New Republic of Anagonia - Planet of New Delphi
His counciousness awoke, as did his vision. It turned on to the world outside of his computerized brain. He felt confused for a moment, wondering what happened to the imaginary land he was in. Then realization came to his intelligence. He, Prometheus, had dreamed once again. A three-fingered robotic hand came to rub across the metalic elongated snout. He made a groaning sound, distorted by his speech amplifier. Then, slowly, he walked from his bed unit.
Prometheus stood there, a tall and impossibly intelligent Droid. His frame resembled that of the B-1 Battle Droids of the old Confederacy of Independent Systems. Prometheus was a special type of these war machines. First of his kind, first to become self-aware, and first to dream impossible dreams. He was created as an experiment some eight-hundred years ago. Now, he was one of many. He was a Sentient Droid, well recognized throughout the Unified Governments as a living entity. He was the Sentient Droids leader, he was their father, he was their first.
His silver body gleamed in the morning sun, but he took no notice. His chamber was empty, void of any creature comforts. The bed unit he had shut down in had simply twisted back into his wall. He didn't require the unit to survive, no. He was a self-contained entity, capable of substaining himself. Every part of his mechanical body was to ensure this. Even his power cells. The only part that would EVER require anything more than lazily put together parts was his brain. That, on the other hand, could be his weakness.
His human creators had thought of everything well enough, however. He was greatful for them. He still remembered his fathers face, and he remembered his first emotion when he saw that face. Confusion.
Prometheus managed a chuckle, emitting from his voice unit as a distorted cackle. Too early in the morning, he thought to himself. Going out onto his balcony, he was taken back by what he saw. A beautiful ocean, all around. His complex resided on a Colony in the middle of New Delphi's large blue expanse. Prometheus surmised that if he ever had lungs, he would have died from lack of oxygen by how many times he was still shocked by the beauty of his new Homeworld.
Yes, beauty. Prometheus had learned this concept hundreds of years ago. He had learned much, in fact. So much that he wanted others to share it with. That's why he came forward boldly and asked his human creators for help. That's why he started the first Foundry in Anagonia, oversaw the units creation, and helped create the most magnificent Artificial Intelligence the humans had ever seen. His beloved brethren were magnificent. Not one was alike.
Prometheus had succeeded in much. He had made sure that if he ever went offline, there was to be more of him. He believed himself unique, a feeling placed there by the constant words of his father. He knew his father would be proud of how well he maintained himself, how well he kept himself, and how much he had did to make sure that Sentients and Organics could get along.
Putting his metallic hands behind his back, he watched as a mssive ocean waved crashed against the Colony structure. If he could smile, he would. He loved seeing nature, loved seeing the true nature, work against the creations of both artifical and organic creatures. Yes, he loved this place, he loved it so much he would do the impossible.
Pormetheus had been in constant contact with Oscar Vladinchi. He had the right idea, Prometheus believed. Perhaps the Empire would be a better choice nowadays.
Turning around and slowly walking from the balcony, he decided to head for the shuttle pads. He needed to be in the Unified Congress. He must purpose what seemed impossible to the organics, and to some of his own brethren. But it was a logical choice. If Anagonia was to become one with the Galactic Scene, it was best to do it without too much bloodshed.
David Zeus awoke with a start. He shook, his reptilian body chilled to the bone. He hissed to himself in disgust, this was the third time this week this had happened. Shifting the heavy comforter he sat up in bed. His chamber was dark, only the shine of the New Novarian moon gave him the any form. He sighed deeply, rubbing his scaled leg softly as he looked down at it. What was happening to him? Why had he been getting these cold starts? He didn't know.
David was a Komodren, son to the most influencal and longest lasting Leader in Anagonian History. Standing finally while rubbing his snout, the light shone his nake features in the soft hue of a new mornings darkness. He was well built, his body firm and having visible muscle. He stood to about seven feet in height, his tail thumping the floor at a length of five feet. His scaled skin was a dark green, underbelly a soft dirty white that ended just above his abdomen. Nothing else was visible expect for his head, which along with his body resembled that of an Earthian Komodo Dragon.
Looking at the clock on his nightstand, he huffed a yawn. It was 6:42 Morning Time, just early enough to get a shower and get ready for the days business. There wasn't much reason for going back to sleep. His body needed some warmth, and a shower would do it anyway.
So, after a lengthy hot shower, David cleaned himself and dressed for the day. Looking at the clock after he put his shirt on and tighteneing his pants belt, he smiled. He had stayed in the shower for over an hour, it was 7:45 right now. Good thing the day didn't officialy start till nine o'clock! He chuckled to himself, then reached into his drawer and gathered his lightsaber and data PAD. Placing both on his Master Jedi robes, he went from his chamber and down to the Unified Congress.
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Confederate Systems of Anagonia - Planet of New Kretani
Oscar Vladinchi was in his bathroom shaving his beard. It had become a habit ever since the Exodus for him to make a new image, a new life, for himself. Once being a dire-hard Communist, he maintained his beard just for that significance. But now, as things changed, so did he. Several decades had passed since the Exodus ended, since everything calmed down. It had taken this long to become content with the exile the Galactic Empire had placed on Anagonians as a whole.
He fliched, nicking himself with his blade. That was stupid. Oscar sighed, then continued to shave.
There wasn't much left of the Old Anagonia, he knew. Reports had been very specific. Every world that was once beautiful had been transformed into an ugly piece of trash. Droid Foundries, Munitions Factories, everything imaginable for a war machine. It was as much an insult to the Exiled Anagonians as a victory for the Empire. He hated it, so deeply. Novar had been disgraced, her beautify torn to shreds from the Planetary bombardment. And Delphi, the beautiful Water World, the Jewel of the Republic. Nothing but Acid pools now.
Oscar washed his face, finished shaving, and put some kind of liquid on his nick. It closed up, he hissed at the pain, but shrugged it off as he cleared his throat. He looked at his knife, seeing how much his beared had grown during the night. Shaking his head he cleaned it, and shethed his knife. Standing up and drying his face with a towel, he breathed deep, then exhaled. Today was the day he would tell everyone about his plan.
He went from his bathroom and left his chamber. He made his way to the shuttle pad. Oscar Vladinchi would purpose the impossible at the Unified Congress.
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New Republic of Anagonia - Planet of New Delphi
His counciousness awoke, as did his vision. It turned on to the world outside of his computerized brain. He felt confused for a moment, wondering what happened to the imaginary land he was in. Then realization came to his intelligence. He, Prometheus, had dreamed once again. A three-fingered robotic hand came to rub across the metalic elongated snout. He made a groaning sound, distorted by his speech amplifier. Then, slowly, he walked from his bed unit.
Prometheus stood there, a tall and impossibly intelligent Droid. His frame resembled that of the B-1 Battle Droids of the old Confederacy of Independent Systems. Prometheus was a special type of these war machines. First of his kind, first to become self-aware, and first to dream impossible dreams. He was created as an experiment some eight-hundred years ago. Now, he was one of many. He was a Sentient Droid, well recognized throughout the Unified Governments as a living entity. He was the Sentient Droids leader, he was their father, he was their first.
His silver body gleamed in the morning sun, but he took no notice. His chamber was empty, void of any creature comforts. The bed unit he had shut down in had simply twisted back into his wall. He didn't require the unit to survive, no. He was a self-contained entity, capable of substaining himself. Every part of his mechanical body was to ensure this. Even his power cells. The only part that would EVER require anything more than lazily put together parts was his brain. That, on the other hand, could be his weakness.
His human creators had thought of everything well enough, however. He was greatful for them. He still remembered his fathers face, and he remembered his first emotion when he saw that face. Confusion.
Prometheus managed a chuckle, emitting from his voice unit as a distorted cackle. Too early in the morning, he thought to himself. Going out onto his balcony, he was taken back by what he saw. A beautiful ocean, all around. His complex resided on a Colony in the middle of New Delphi's large blue expanse. Prometheus surmised that if he ever had lungs, he would have died from lack of oxygen by how many times he was still shocked by the beauty of his new Homeworld.
Yes, beauty. Prometheus had learned this concept hundreds of years ago. He had learned much, in fact. So much that he wanted others to share it with. That's why he came forward boldly and asked his human creators for help. That's why he started the first Foundry in Anagonia, oversaw the units creation, and helped create the most magnificent Artificial Intelligence the humans had ever seen. His beloved brethren were magnificent. Not one was alike.
Prometheus had succeeded in much. He had made sure that if he ever went offline, there was to be more of him. He believed himself unique, a feeling placed there by the constant words of his father. He knew his father would be proud of how well he maintained himself, how well he kept himself, and how much he had did to make sure that Sentients and Organics could get along.
Putting his metallic hands behind his back, he watched as a mssive ocean waved crashed against the Colony structure. If he could smile, he would. He loved seeing nature, loved seeing the true nature, work against the creations of both artifical and organic creatures. Yes, he loved this place, he loved it so much he would do the impossible.
Pormetheus had been in constant contact with Oscar Vladinchi. He had the right idea, Prometheus believed. Perhaps the Empire would be a better choice nowadays.
Turning around and slowly walking from the balcony, he decided to head for the shuttle pads. He needed to be in the Unified Congress. He must purpose what seemed impossible to the organics, and to some of his own brethren. But it was a logical choice. If Anagonia was to become one with the Galactic Scene, it was best to do it without too much bloodshed.