The Great Lord Tiger
15-11-2008, 17:56
I'll just do this to start. To anyone whose thread I was a part of, I apologize for my disappearance. Some personal things came up that I'd rather not elaborate on at the moment.
As for the RP... I would ask that, if you confront me, you allow Imglot to win, however closely. The end result of this RP, one way or another, is colonization of this planet. Whether we have 28 ships or 2, this planet is essential to future RPs for me. Kthx bai
The Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger were becoming crowded.
Ever since his inauguration, Prime Minister James Yunos had known that it would likely come to his term that the the Lands would have need to expand beyond the planet Tigeria. His long-deceased ancestors had founded this planet, never expecting the world to be populated to any significant amount. And it wouldn't have, had Imglot scientists not perfected genetic engineering to the point where inbreeding (accidental but common in such a closed system) deficiencies could simply be edited out -- and physical prowess could be written in, leading to an army composed mainly of genetic supersoldiers raised from birth to fight for the Immortal Lands.
But, despite this, there was need to take the people beyond the land of their genesis. And to do that, they would need another planet. Preferably an uninhabited one -- although Yunos wouldn't balk at planetcide.
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The Second and Third Battle Fleets moved through the vacuum of space, unhindered, the nearly-two kilometer-long Death-Class capital ships leading the way. Between them, the fleets had 14 Ragnarok coilguns that launched radioactive slugs that could obliterate a fair-sized city on the ground and cripple most space fleetships smaller than a kilometer. The 18 Doombringer contained a combined total of 360 starfighters and bombers, each of which carried plenty of destructive armament. And for any that would question the defensive prowess of these mighty fleets, somewhere close to a thousand missile batteries and weapons turrets provided point defense.
Gustav Brago, Captain of the Epidemic and the admiral in command of the expedition, watched the monitors as closely as any of his bridge crew. The fleets were down to their last legs; only one more standard day was allotted them before they were to call off and make all haste to Tigeria. Brago refused to let this happen under his command.
A mass shadow appeared on one monitor. Both the technician and he leaned forward in anticipation -- before both fell back into their seats again when it was revealed to be another asteroid. Even in the orbit of a solar system, finding an unpopulated planet (which would be hard to spot, given that no electronic emissions are given off) was nearly impossible. The few they had located in other systems had bad atmospheres or were the wrong temperature range.
"Sir!"
Brago jumped and looked over. Another technician, not the one whose monitor he had observed, was hastily punching commands into his console. A large sphere was present on his screen. Pushing himself into a standing position, he strode over to where the ensign was fidgeting with the Vulusky test toggles. The screen beeped, turning from red to green.
"An acceptable atmosphere," Brago said wonderingly. Leaning over the young officer, he clicked the thermal viewer's switch. By now, the globe was on the main screen, and the room watched with bated breath.
As the system warmed up, Brago called Errol Jeth, his analog for the Third Battle Fleet, and relayed the news to him.
"I know," Jeth said quietly -- for him, a symbol of excitement or anticpation. "We've got it on our displays." At that moment, the main display that Brago was watching refreshed and resolved into a thermal scan. Water temperature in the oceans was about 28 degrees Celsius, average. The image refreshed again into a true camera image.
It was beautiful. It was what Brago envisioned the Earth must have been like: blue oceans, land with a green-tinted tan color, patches of white on the north and south poles, and a single red moon orbiting it. Before he could give any orders, Jeth called him again.
"What?" he asked the other Admiral shortly.
"This planet is inhabited by a non-interstellar race, Gustav. I just checked the galactic registry." Jeth sounded concerned, and well he might. "If we try to colonize, we might violate someone's morals. Hell, we might even get attacked by some do-gooders."
A quandary, if ever he had heard one. Brago knew not what he should do. But... was there ever any question, since they first saw the planet on visual?
"Irrelevant, Errol," Brago said in reply. "Approach the planet."
As for the RP... I would ask that, if you confront me, you allow Imglot to win, however closely. The end result of this RP, one way or another, is colonization of this planet. Whether we have 28 ships or 2, this planet is essential to future RPs for me. Kthx bai
The Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger were becoming crowded.
Ever since his inauguration, Prime Minister James Yunos had known that it would likely come to his term that the the Lands would have need to expand beyond the planet Tigeria. His long-deceased ancestors had founded this planet, never expecting the world to be populated to any significant amount. And it wouldn't have, had Imglot scientists not perfected genetic engineering to the point where inbreeding (accidental but common in such a closed system) deficiencies could simply be edited out -- and physical prowess could be written in, leading to an army composed mainly of genetic supersoldiers raised from birth to fight for the Immortal Lands.
But, despite this, there was need to take the people beyond the land of their genesis. And to do that, they would need another planet. Preferably an uninhabited one -- although Yunos wouldn't balk at planetcide.
__________________________________________________________
The Second and Third Battle Fleets moved through the vacuum of space, unhindered, the nearly-two kilometer-long Death-Class capital ships leading the way. Between them, the fleets had 14 Ragnarok coilguns that launched radioactive slugs that could obliterate a fair-sized city on the ground and cripple most space fleetships smaller than a kilometer. The 18 Doombringer contained a combined total of 360 starfighters and bombers, each of which carried plenty of destructive armament. And for any that would question the defensive prowess of these mighty fleets, somewhere close to a thousand missile batteries and weapons turrets provided point defense.
Gustav Brago, Captain of the Epidemic and the admiral in command of the expedition, watched the monitors as closely as any of his bridge crew. The fleets were down to their last legs; only one more standard day was allotted them before they were to call off and make all haste to Tigeria. Brago refused to let this happen under his command.
A mass shadow appeared on one monitor. Both the technician and he leaned forward in anticipation -- before both fell back into their seats again when it was revealed to be another asteroid. Even in the orbit of a solar system, finding an unpopulated planet (which would be hard to spot, given that no electronic emissions are given off) was nearly impossible. The few they had located in other systems had bad atmospheres or were the wrong temperature range.
"Sir!"
Brago jumped and looked over. Another technician, not the one whose monitor he had observed, was hastily punching commands into his console. A large sphere was present on his screen. Pushing himself into a standing position, he strode over to where the ensign was fidgeting with the Vulusky test toggles. The screen beeped, turning from red to green.
"An acceptable atmosphere," Brago said wonderingly. Leaning over the young officer, he clicked the thermal viewer's switch. By now, the globe was on the main screen, and the room watched with bated breath.
As the system warmed up, Brago called Errol Jeth, his analog for the Third Battle Fleet, and relayed the news to him.
"I know," Jeth said quietly -- for him, a symbol of excitement or anticpation. "We've got it on our displays." At that moment, the main display that Brago was watching refreshed and resolved into a thermal scan. Water temperature in the oceans was about 28 degrees Celsius, average. The image refreshed again into a true camera image.
It was beautiful. It was what Brago envisioned the Earth must have been like: blue oceans, land with a green-tinted tan color, patches of white on the north and south poles, and a single red moon orbiting it. Before he could give any orders, Jeth called him again.
"What?" he asked the other Admiral shortly.
"This planet is inhabited by a non-interstellar race, Gustav. I just checked the galactic registry." Jeth sounded concerned, and well he might. "If we try to colonize, we might violate someone's morals. Hell, we might even get attacked by some do-gooders."
A quandary, if ever he had heard one. Brago knew not what he should do. But... was there ever any question, since they first saw the planet on visual?
"Irrelevant, Errol," Brago said in reply. "Approach the planet."