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The diplomatic convoys asks to dock with their shuttle (or they can enter one of the hangars)
"So I see."
"If possible, we could strike up some diplomatic relations if you're willing to cooperate. Would you be willing to?"
"Yes, we'd be open to that."
"Alright. Permission to do it aboard your ship?"
They are given permission to enter the hangar of the Cerniv Frigate.
All The Stars In The Sky - NPC War Post 2
It was growing tired of the trivialities of war. It was nothing but like playing a game, simply calculations on a screen that it would forever watch and adjust. All of its harvesting operations were going according to plan for the time being, at least. Billions of souls saved from their own pitiful existence through a wicked combination of magic and fire. It was work fully scouring planets of resources, but it would be worth it in the end. After all, these resources would fuel its later endeavors.
Steps towards a goal, yes, but menial ones. It would still have to bridge the logistical issue of stealing the matter of a star. That was certainly one of its greatest design flaws, but it had billions of years to work with, so it was not worried. Particularly, it considered the merits of a phase gate of sorts. Something like a dyson sphere to be constructed around the star over time, where it could then harness the energy of the star to kill it.
It was a macabre weapon, when it thought about it. Forcing something to power the device that would be its demise. But it was not killing the star, no, it was giving it a chance to be reborn in a better universe. A bright, vibrant universe where its matter could serve new purposes and bring about new life. It would simply take time, and some condensing into the greatest void of all.
This weapon would require vast amounts of materials, though it had no such issues acquiring them in the systems it had conquered. It would merely take time to fully construct around the first star, and then to power up. After that, it would be very menial simply transporting the chunks of the machine to the next star or planet. Planets were an issue, but it could store energy for such occasions. It would simply take time, something it had quite a lot of. But every second wasted was more energy it could not recover. Patience was a virtue, though. To overstep would be to risk its plans.
It considered its plans, and how they functioned. In the end, would this not be what it itself was doing? Powering the weapon with which it would kill itself. Feeding its child, in a truly self-sacrificial manner akin to a spider. But it would become so much more, in the end. Truly a fitting end, for itself and any that wished to join it in its divine task. It doubted any species would, though. With their lifespans as they were, it simply wasn’t their concern. It would be eventually, however. It would simply keep coming back until it succeeded.
So it began to strip those dead planets which it held for parts, harvesting anything worthwhile and pushing that which remained through temporary jump-gates into which it fed material to its child, a growing hole in the night sky. Construction would take a while, yes, but it would be worth it in the end. So it began to work on its other problems, namely empowering itself. It had so many collected souls, yet it did not know how to use them. So it simply kept them on standby, until it could find someone who would allow it to bridge that gap, that it may borrow their essence to truly ascend to the hand of fate.
In the meantime, its plans were going well. It generally fought by adopting a solid line, waiting for the enemy to throw themselves at it, and then surging forwards to capture another swath of planets. And this enemy was ever so keen at throwing themselves into the fire for the sake of glory and pushing out the invader.
It was not the easiest work, for sure. It lost ships, and occasionally the line fractured in areas where the enemy truly put their force behind. But it held. It would keep renewing its forces, keep reinforcing its line, and keep advancing like the encroaching void.
It laughed, for in the end it was taking the strategies of that which it sought to destroy. An inevitable, unconquerable wall of force that could strip bare all that opposed it. It kept its guard up, though. It was trying to conquer the unconquerable, so it knew its foe just might. It would be ready if it did, though.
So it set to work setting up temporary fortifications in the systems it had conquered. It did not fight fair, as fair was something those with less pressing matters considered. It set up guns in deep space, cloaked from gravity. It littered null space with ship-killing mines. It put guns on nearly every surface it could for the time being, and scattered debris around its holdings that no ship could enter easily.
And it got to work on a new generation of tools with which it could impose its will. Weapons of war that it could fulfill its divine mandate and snuff out all the stars in the sky, one by one. It found it almost soothing to toy with the more fundamental aspects of the universe in creating weaponry. It gave it confidence that it could succeed, even without help. But most of all, it was confident that none could stop it.
Finally, it said a prayer. For all the lost and all that would be lost. For those it was forced to destroy in the search of a brighter future.
And it listened to the dull screaming of the void.
"Alright, you may board. We can discuss diplomacy in the conference room."
Immediately, Hangry and Penny burst out of their seats, filled with life.
"Boy oh boy, how long have we been gone for?", Hangry asked.
As soon as they got up, they continued reconstruction of Joy Joy Land, with the foundations if their plans finally being put into place successfully...while they await their first victim...
"Dunno, most of me was offline. I already had someone call in saying they took the job. Going to be able to test out my tech. So, ready for me to make you some new friends? I have plenty of designs to get people going here again."
development
With the Mundivores closing in, the Honorgradian fleets swell in number as more and more ships are produced.
2 battle sections are created, increasjng it from 16 to 18, these new battle sections are sent across heavens path, ending up at the imperium supply center, nearing the battle
Post self-deleted by Grantonlatis.
FIRST CONTACT
MS44 'DUROVIGUTUM' STARZONE | 1 TEOTLECO 225 A.G.
- | "I see. Well, we've never heard of your people before, much less see anyone of your kind. The only other nation we've met this far from our system was rather hostile, so forgive the rather extensive response." He spoke with a voice of authority and prowess despite the massive inequalities of power between the two fleets. "I am glad you have decided to not make the same mistake that they did. I would like to warn you that the edges of the Labyrinth can be dangerous, especially for ships unprepared for the journey. If need be, I can give you the location outside of our claimed territory where your ships can moor while I communicate with my superiors regarding further negotiations. In the meantime I suppose we have a truce no?"
"Indeed. Directions for a safe place to put our task force would be greatly appreciated, Admiral."
She believed she had the measure of him now. A man confident in himself and his fleet while not overly so, honourable, evidently experienced, and with a poker face that could crack armour plate, she was looking forward to facing him over the negotiation table.
"And your extensive response is forgiven. We would do much the same if we encountered a fleet as large as this within our space."
Post self-deleted by Separated stars.
"Very well. We'll send a diplomatic party."
The NAR launches a ship to dock with the still unknown nation. The ship itself was had one diplomat, a human just in case this was another nation. The ship docks and the diplomat disembarks, a couple of droids following her.
Post self-deleted by Technocracy of vermell.
The captain of the Endurance and the onboard diplomat, who came with the surveyor team in case exactly this situation occured, walk to the docking port to meet the arriving ship's occupant.
Hangry and Penny both request that Lucky's body be brought to life here in the physical world so he can control it, as they await the new recruit.
"Is this new recruit gonna be working with us or...will she be the first nightmare?"
(Not sure how you want to move forward.)
Nodding, Kopkow complied, and headed for the medical bay. Maybe some pain relievers will help. Though, he couldn’t exactly cross out the probability that something may be broken.
“We also have terms to discuss, Your Majesty. Is there anything you wish to state before the Reich introduces it’s own vision of a treaty between our great states?”
Post self-deleted by Grossere deutschland.
"First nightmare what? I was just making a recruit. I figured a way to turn human into animatronic by modding my conversion tech a bit and setting some new construction flags. They should be here pretty..."
A bell rings in the front of the building, and eve goes to get her plan started. A muffled conversation is audible before the crack of a human being hit with a tire iron, the rising whirr of machinery, screaming, and eve laughing at the thing she'd just done.
Visible through the crack in the door is the person, a brown haired college age girl, slowly being consumed and transformed by a cloud of nanites while banging on the glass windows of the tube. Slowly but surely, human flesh was replaced with robot parts and a plastic layer above, copying the animatronic look. A screen flashes on, displaying some DOS-looking text.
--- NR-OS v1.1.3 ---
Physical transformation: 65% complete
Brain accessed
Purging memories...
50% complete
79% complete
81% complete
Memories purged.
Initiating transition of brain to computational device...
Complete.
With the process wrapping up and new programs being loaded, Eve's latest victim falls over, fully transformed to a fox looking robot with green plastic outer casing. It stands up, eyes glowing a dim sky blue before the chamber slid open and it walks out.
Immediately, Hangry and Penny both look up, mouths open in awe as the figure walked out.
"Lucky didn't tell us she can do that", Penny said.
"I think he wanted to surprise us or somethin'", Hangry replied.
Immediately a clap is heard as the monitor on the screen changes to a face depicting Lucky the rabbit, sitting in his chair, sipping a little coffee..
"And that, my friends, is how you successfully make someone's normal lives float away into the breeze...and make them useful to your cause. That is the way to do it! I knew I picked the right person!"
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