((No i'm not giving up Equestria by doing the following app,I will not use this to make Equestria overly powerful,it is be created for more stories and a true challenge for our friends the Draconians)) Name of nation:United Human Confederacy Species:Humans,Zerg(Actually consisting of multiple types,but Zerg is used to define them all) Description of government:Ruled over by the Fleet Admiral as the head of Government,and a Council below him.It is considered a Military Dictatorship,and other positions are based on service to the Confederacy Description of military:The Confederacy's Military is deadly efficient,honed to a fine edge by constant training.There Spaces forces are dominated by high tech weapons and armor,with it mainly be larger ships with support from fighters and bombers.The Ground forces are mostly Zerg,with Psionics controlling them,and support from highly trained troops.((Will come up with ship and unit lists later)) History:The origins of the Confederacy can be traced back to events shortly after the Common Sense War,while they did agree that the war is terrible,they absolutey hated the Common Sense Doctrine,and also wanted a strong,powerful military.They began planning to escape,managing to steal a Radiation Shield Prototype.They got agents in,and had the shield implanted on a ship,in which the took and escaped,with the EA government only realizing they were gone hours after they had made there escape.They ran out of fuel and had to take there ship down on what was to become there Capital World,Hoth.
They discovered the Zerg,a species that was highly aggressive towards anything that wasn't it,and had a deadly virus.The clever scientists managed to replicate it,and make a special modified version that was used to trick them into thinking they Confederates were Zerg,however they could no longer mate with normal humans,but they began seeking a way to control the Zerg.At first there was no ends to controlling them,but they discovered that the Zergs were connected in once what was a Psionic Hivemind,and by making this special infestation for themselves they had also allowed there DNA to trigger Psionic Abilities.They used this and gained control of the Zerg,in which there Rapid Expansion began,as they found more fuel and built more ships.They never ceased to develop there weapons and armor,and engineered new Zerg through GE ,methods.They advancement lead to highly efficient FTL,and cybernetics,among other things.
When there expansion reached the stars,they declared themselves the United Human Confederacy,and expanded fast.Using newly discovered animals to engineer new zerg,and advance there technology faster.They expanded fast,and took over quite a bit.They grew,and grew.There army being able to face deadly efficient enemies,and not just stupid pieces of Balsa wood.They have stopped,but are seeking to expand again((This is where they come into the RP)
((Accepted! You can never have too many references and historical tie-ins!))
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"I do not know much about Draconian culture," Says the captain "but gods in human culture are a higher power and cannot be called off by anybody. The execution option would certainly help in this particular case, but the shock that comes from realizing that you're wrong about the universe can be terrible. Now, I was going to introduce this world to the facts of science slowly and gently, without angering their gods. Then you show up and blatantly say everything they believe is incorrect! Don't get me wrong, I greatly appreciate the fact that you answered our distress call, and I will make sure you are rewarded, but sometimes slow and steady is the way to go."
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"All things can die, no matter how powerful you think they are, and there is always a way to make that death happen on your own accord. Besides, even if your gods were unkillable, then the Draconians could just encase this planet with metal and constantly bombard it if they wanted."
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"Ah, I see. Well anyways, the Earth Alliance is a relatively tiny nation, we're quite new to the galactic community. We only recently made contact with the Draconians and... well... let's just say that there was much weapons fire on that day. We are still nothing but a backwater with a tendency for making stupid decisions. I honestly don't see why the Draconians didn't just kill us all and take our territory. The Equestrians seem to like us, the Triarians just seem to be curious. You know, we would make a stand against the Draconians if we could, but without garunteed support from both the Triarian Collective and Equestrian Empire, we wouldn't even be able to take down a single fleet. Even with their help, the Draconians have dozens of galaxies under their control. A war against them would be hopeless."
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"I am the captain of the Earth Alliance Starship Churchill, as a people with little technology I will need to explain a lot to you. You see, my people have the ability to travel through the sky faster than light travels from a candle to your eyes, every star you see in the night sky is as large as your own sun, and has planets such as this one circling that sun. Using starships, we can travel between the sun-sphere systems. Our people have control over over six hundred of those systems. Our particular group are explorers, sent out from our home to learn more about the universe. We came to this particular planet after picking up a strange energy pattern which we suspect came from one of your gods. That "thing" is a Draconian vehicle, designed for battle just like everything else they make. They most likely picked up our distress call after our landing craft was destroyed. The Draconians are another people with the ability to travel the skies, but they are much more powerful than us. Our latest reports say that they refer to the local collection of over 300 billion stars as the "87th front". We have never encountered a more powerful people. Now, your people were once a part of our Earth Alliance, but there was a war. A terrible war, it ended with a doctrine being created that declared the inferiority of all humankind, or as you call us, Joor. Your ancestors disagreed with that doctrine and went into exile."
Evaline wakes up, facedown on a booth's seat, her knees on the ground and a scanner in her hand. She lifts herself up, with a tired look on her face.
"Good Sirius! I fell asleep while scanning again!" She says, in an annoyed tone. "They can cure cancer, they can cure memory loss, they can cure death even! But they can't take away the need for sleep!"
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The captain follows Sologn, after a short while of following him, something dawns on her. These people, they couldn't be from one of the lost colonies because no ships were sent in this direction. Only a single human ship had ever went from Alliance territory to any system near here, and it was chased out of controlled space by Ares-Class warships after the most horrific war in human history. These people went against doctrine, refused to believe in the inferiority of their species!
She decides to say all this later, though, as she still needs their help.
Trade
The Earth Alliance thanks the Draconians, after the diplomats have finished thanking them, they cut the channel and stare in a confused fashion at the wall.
Planet Morn, Earth Alliance 1st Fleet
The bridge of the Defiance is abuzz with activity, with crewmembers trying to get the warp drive operating. It appears that there was a grave error in the fuel calculations, apparently caused by a colonist from an early Mars colony established by the USA using Imperial units instead of Metric. As a result, the fleet does not have enough negative energy for wormhole generation, and instead have only enough to reach 10c using jury-rigged "old school" warp rings. "Old school" meaning that they have to jettison the rings before reaching their target, and coast in at .99c, then slow down to orbital speeds. Their plan is to use this method to travel to a "distortion world" to refuel. In their spare time, the fleet has begun combing the surface of Morn, searching for anything usable left behind.
After hearing Ulti's words, Evaline remembers a day on which she retrieved an ancient starship and thawed it's crew, remembering their leader.
"Your words remind me of the Founder, an important figure in the history of my people. That is his belief as well. He has a great many scars, you see, he blames himself with the death of the birthworld. He really had nothing to do with it, but he still found a way to make it sound logical that it was his fault. I will never understand him."
After listening to all the talk of weaponry and that strange scroll. If she didn't know better, she would pass it off as mere superstition, but there appear to be residents of many dimensions here, and all is possible in the multiverse.
"Killing immortals would be quite easy as long as they were made up of matter or antimatter, as a weapon that fires the opposite would completely disintegrate them. Of course, if they were immaterial that would be entirely different and likely require the use of some sort of magic I suppose."
"Communist?" Says Evaline, not knowing what the word means. She spaces out for a moment, and her eyes glaze over. Then she suddenly snaps back into reality. "Ah yes, an economic system that can only function in an environment in which there is no need, often identified as the predecessor to the Lautusian model and later the model used in the Allied Kepler Union. Often used as a derogatory term in the 20th century of the birthworld, due to the atrocities associated with it. No wonder you are fighting them. I remember my days at war, but I don't have any scars to show for it. As a starship captain, the worst thing that ever happened to me while on duty was a bruise incurred by an allied researcher."
Evaline calls back to owner "Nah, I'm officially on duty now, Keplerian tradition. I've never been here, so I'm on duty for the time being." She shakes the man's hand, observing the cracks. They remind her of the hands of some of the Sirisian soldiers she saw on a Sirius Alliance ship many years ago, according to Keplerian research it is the result of a long and hard tour of duty. They don't know for sure though, as most Keplerian soldiers die before they get the chance to complete such a tour of duty.
"As a matter of fact, I captain a starship. Forgive me for asking, but are you a soldier? Your hands look as if you fought for a people who tried as hard as they can to keep their soldiers from dying."
((Keplerians are a species from an incredibly obscure roleplay that died a long time ago, I never expected you to know who they are.))
"What is this place and how did I get here? I've never heard of this place anymore, nor have I seen many of the species present here. I... I do not understand."
((The temptation is too strong, the Keplerians must return!))
Evaline Palle enters the building, she looks quite surprised, of course, if you stepped through a back door to your favorite bar and found yourself here, wouldn't you be surprised? Her impractically long white hair flops against her white jumpsuit, which is covering her white skin. In fact, the only thing that is touching her that isn't white is a mission patch on her shoulder, which is in some alien language. The most someone could decipher from it is that she works on a starship, a particularly big starship with massive weaponry. Depending on what your culture is like, you could have many different ideas on her role, but the truth is that she is the captain of that vessel. She looks around curiously, trying to make sense of the place.
Planet Morn, Earth Alliance 1st fleet
Fergus looks down on the planet below, staring at the horrible destruction that has come upon it. Destruction on a planetary scale, the near genocide of a species. He can hear his bridge officers talking in the background, and what he hears displeases him. They are questioning the doctrine, thinking about what terrible things the alien species ha done to this world, wondering "Are we truly the worst?". I must put a stop to this, the doctrine is the only thing binding humankind together. He thinks, and he is well-known to be the most avid follower of the doctrine.
"Do not question the doctrine, we were too late to save them and we killed far more sentients than were killed here. The doctrine still stands."
That statement shuts his crew up pretty quickly, and the solemn expression on their faces tells him that they took it to heart. Good, if any doubt were to spread then a rebellion could begin against the doctrine, and such a thing would end with humanity stooping back to the level they were in the Common Sense War. They would begin wiping out other species without a single thought as if they were created for such a thing. Perhaps we were.
Contact Oh come on, of all the things that could happen!
"STOP FIGHTING!" Screams the captain "The last thing any of us need is a bad contact! Besides, that thing is Draconian! Fighting it will result in a war with them, and nobody could survive such a thing!"
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((Accepted! You can never have too many references and historical tie-ins!))
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"I do not know much about Draconian culture," Says the captain "but gods in human culture are a higher power and cannot be called off by anybody. The execution option would certainly help in this particular case, but the shock that comes from realizing that you're wrong about the universe can be terrible. Now, I was going to introduce this world to the facts of science slowly and gently, without angering their gods. Then you show up and blatantly say everything they believe is incorrect! Don't get me wrong, I greatly appreciate the fact that you answered our distress call, and I will make sure you are rewarded, but sometimes slow and steady is the way to go."
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"All things can die, no matter how powerful you think they are, and there is always a way to make that death happen on your own accord. Besides, even if your gods were unkillable, then the Draconians could just encase this planet with metal and constantly bombard it if they wanted."
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"Ah, I see. Well anyways, the Earth Alliance is a relatively tiny nation, we're quite new to the galactic community. We only recently made contact with the Draconians and... well... let's just say that there was much weapons fire on that day. We are still nothing but a backwater with a tendency for making stupid decisions. I honestly don't see why the Draconians didn't just kill us all and take our territory. The Equestrians seem to like us, the Triarians just seem to be curious. You know, we would make a stand against the Draconians if we could, but without garunteed support from both the Triarian Collective and Equestrian Empire, we wouldn't even be able to take down a single fleet. Even with their help, the Draconians have dozens of galaxies under their control. A war against them would be hopeless."
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"I am the captain of the Earth Alliance Starship Churchill, as a people with little technology I will need to explain a lot to you. You see, my people have the ability to travel through the sky faster than light travels from a candle to your eyes, every star you see in the night sky is as large as your own sun, and has planets such as this one circling that sun. Using starships, we can travel between the sun-sphere systems. Our people have control over over six hundred of those systems. Our particular group are explorers, sent out from our home to learn more about the universe. We came to this particular planet after picking up a strange energy pattern which we suspect came from one of your gods. That "thing" is a Draconian vehicle, designed for battle just like everything else they make. They most likely picked up our distress call after our landing craft was destroyed. The Draconians are another people with the ability to travel the skies, but they are much more powerful than us. Our latest reports say that they refer to the local collection of over 300 billion stars as the "87th front". We have never encountered a more powerful people. Now, your people were once a part of our Earth Alliance, but there was a war. A terrible war, it ended with a doctrine being created that declared the inferiority of all humankind, or as you call us, Joor. Your ancestors disagreed with that doctrine and went into exile."
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"Good Sirius! I fell asleep while scanning again!" She says, in an annoyed tone. "They can cure cancer, they can cure memory loss, they can cure death even! But they can't take away the need for sleep!"
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The captain follows Sologn, after a short while of following him, something dawns on her. These people, they couldn't be from one of the lost colonies because no ships were sent in this direction. Only a single human ship had ever went from Alliance territory to any system near here, and it was chased out of controlled space by Ares-Class warships after the most horrific war in human history. These people went against doctrine, refused to believe in the inferiority of their species!
She decides to say all this later, though, as she still needs their help.
Trade
The Earth Alliance thanks the Draconians, after the diplomats have finished thanking them, they cut the channel and stare in a confused fashion at the wall.
Planet Morn, Earth Alliance 1st Fleet
The bridge of the Defiance is abuzz with activity, with crewmembers trying to get the warp drive operating. It appears that there was a grave error in the fuel calculations, apparently caused by a colonist from an early Mars colony established by the USA using Imperial units instead of Metric. As a result, the fleet does not have enough negative energy for wormhole generation, and instead have only enough to reach 10c using jury-rigged "old school" warp rings. "Old school" meaning that they have to jettison the rings before reaching their target, and coast in at .99c, then slow down to orbital speeds. Their plan is to use this method to travel to a "distortion world" to refuel. In their spare time, the fleet has begun combing the surface of Morn, searching for anything usable left behind.
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"Your words remind me of the Founder, an important figure in the history of my people. That is his belief as well. He has a great many scars, you see, he blames himself with the death of the birthworld. He really had nothing to do with it, but he still found a way to make it sound logical that it was his fault. I will never understand him."
After listening to all the talk of weaponry and that strange scroll. If she didn't know better, she would pass it off as mere superstition, but there appear to be residents of many dimensions here, and all is possible in the multiverse.
"Killing immortals would be quite easy as long as they were made up of matter or antimatter, as a weapon that fires the opposite would completely disintegrate them. Of course, if they were immaterial that would be entirely different and likely require the use of some sort of magic I suppose."
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"Ah yes, an economic system that can only function in an environment in which there is no need, often identified as the predecessor to the Lautusian model and later the model used in the Allied Kepler Union. Often used as a derogatory term in the 20th century of the birthworld, due to the atrocities associated with it. No wonder you are fighting them. I remember my days at war, but I don't have any scars to show for it. As a starship captain, the worst thing that ever happened to me while on duty was a bruise incurred by an allied researcher."
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She shakes the man's hand, observing the cracks. They remind her of the hands of some of the Sirisian soldiers she saw on a Sirius Alliance ship many years ago, according to Keplerian research it is the result of a long and hard tour of duty. They don't know for sure though, as most Keplerian soldiers die before they get the chance to complete such a tour of duty.
"As a matter of fact, I captain a starship. Forgive me for asking, but are you a soldier? Your hands look as if you fought for a people who tried as hard as they can to keep their soldiers from dying."
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"What is this place and how did I get here? I've never heard of this place anymore, nor have I seen many of the species present here. I... I do not understand."
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Evaline Palle enters the building, she looks quite surprised, of course, if you stepped through a back door to your favorite bar and found yourself here, wouldn't you be surprised? Her impractically long white hair flops against her white jumpsuit, which is covering her white skin. In fact, the only thing that is touching her that isn't white is a mission patch on her shoulder, which is in some alien language. The most someone could decipher from it is that she works on a starship, a particularly big starship with massive weaponry. Depending on what your culture is like, you could have many different ideas on her role, but the truth is that she is the captain of that vessel. She looks around curiously, trying to make sense of the place.
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Fergus looks down on the planet below, staring at the horrible destruction that has come upon it. Destruction on a planetary scale, the near genocide of a species. He can hear his bridge officers talking in the background, and what he hears displeases him. They are questioning the doctrine, thinking about what terrible things the alien species ha done to this world, wondering "Are we truly the worst?". I must put a stop to this, the doctrine is the only thing binding humankind together. He thinks, and he is well-known to be the most avid follower of the doctrine.
"Do not question the doctrine, we were too late to save them and we killed far more sentients than were killed here. The doctrine still stands."
That statement shuts his crew up pretty quickly, and the solemn expression on their faces tells him that they took it to heart. Good, if any doubt were to spread then a rebellion could begin against the doctrine, and such a thing would end with humanity stooping back to the level they were in the Common Sense War. They would begin wiping out other species without a single thought as if they were created for such a thing.
Perhaps we were.
Contact
Oh come on, of all the things that could happen!
"STOP FIGHTING!" Screams the captain "The last thing any of us need is a bad contact! Besides, that thing is Draconian! Fighting it will result in a war with them, and nobody could survive such a thing!"
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