Stars In the Sky: A Sci-Fi RPG
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Avi sat, a blue marble decorated with wisps of white and markings colored green. From the void, this world appeared unremarkable, life-bearing planets were hardly unique in this cluster, though the same could not be said for most of the universe-which was, by and large, a dead place. This planet however, was, when compared to the universe at large, quite unique. For, if one looked closely, one could see satellites of various sorts orbiting the planet-alongside two small space stations. If one had the proper equipment, one could hear radio waves and transmissions from installations on the planet-this planet held life. Advanced life.
One couldn’t tell from just looking at it however, one had to look closely. Very closely, lest it seem like just another planet. But still, they were other planets out there, other planets with sentient life, hundreds of them in fact, stretched out across the universe. It was still not unique in the larger view-but then, something happened. Something changed. If one looked even more closely, one could see the slightest of disturbances as an object left the orbit of the planet of Avi. System of Nes. This disturbance. Whilst small, had universal implications.
For that disturbance was a ship-and it changed everything. The Avierians were now part of a select group, a species that had broken the trap that the universe would lay, for this ship, this small grey triangle, played host to a device that had broken the most imprisoning of barriers. The Light Barrier. On that one world, countless armies had clashed and billions had died, weapons of fire and death had discharged their deadly results-and a single empire stood supreme. Another blow was struck by the universe against it’s own order.
Khartium: Capital of the Unitary Empire
A single being peered out into the blue skies of Avi from a ornate silver balcony, which itself was part of a larger palace. The palace was an elegant, white structure. A building that didn’t quite match the more modern buildings that surrounded it. It was clearly the product of another age, though, if one looked at it, one could see the modern ways had not left the building completely untouched. Windows, once mere holes, were made of stained glass and security camera’s and gates were prevalent, and inside, computers and armories had made their home in what was once a barracks.
The being upon the balcony sighed, and pulled his olive-green half-cape closer to her body. When one was this high up, the light breezes that blessed this part of the world could turn into gusts quite easily. This being, known to the public was Empress Care’lita, was descended from a large and predominately proud family. Her father after all, had united the world in a orgy of explosions, battles and death. It was due to her family that Avi could now reach out into space united-whole and ready to face whatever the universe threw at it. But this, however, was bought at the price of 2 billion people-her father and his counterparts had played things fast and loose when ethic’s were involved.
But for all of that, this Empress was still proud-it had all been for the greater good. Or so she told herself. And now, as she watched the first true interstellar craft her people had crafted blast off into the orbit of the planet, she had tears in her eyes-it had all been worth it. Her father’s wars had all been worth it-if only for this moment. No longer could some quirk of fate, a rouge meteorite, a cosmic accident, kill her people. Besides her, two masked guards, in full dress uniform stood, they were hold-overs from the press conference that the Empress had held a mere thirty minutes ago. These guards, hard men from harder regions, shared their charges emotions, for they had been there doing the meetings, the constant interviews with the press, and now, they saw the results.
The Empress spoke suddenly, in a firm voice that betrayed little emotion. “Has Dr. Corik-lan and his fellows received our message of approval? With that….remarkable ship, we are entering a new age, and the good doctor is without a doubt the man to guide our technology to new heights during this age.” One of her guards nodded, the Empress was the leader of an entire species, even in private, she had to appear utterly in control, which she did admirably, despite the tears that now ran down her face.
Khartium: Capital of the Unitary Empire
Khartium Center University
Offices of Dr. Corik-lan
Dr. Corik-Ian tried to stay organized, he truly did, but the last few days had been hectic-quite hectic, as such, his desk was crowded to bursting, his portable-computer sat on one side of it-and papers and work orders blotted out the rest. He was widely regarded as one of the most brilliant scientists of the age-indeed, he was the head of a new council, a research collective of sorts-who would be at the request of the government and her imperial highness, be seeing to it that the security of the Unitary Empire was not compromised in space-the chances of another sentient race in the cluster were low, but the telescopes that the Avierians had built did indicate a high amount of “prime” planets out there-which is to say, planets that be bearing life.
Thus, as the overworked doctor sat behind his desk, twitching slightly as he filled out yet another form-the pre-launch checks for the Eon-class had been…frazzling, as testifed to by the less-then-order feathers atop the doctors head. The aide that walked in with yet another batch of orders from the government almost felt sorry for the doctor-the last thing the man needed was yet more work, but orders were orders. Without a word, the aide dropped yet another sheet of paper atop the doctor’s desk-it was a request and an approval…for something or another. The aide did not know. But judging from the way the doctor’s eyes had lit up as he read through it, he did.
The doctor, for his part, had just shaken off the sleep that had threatened to take him-the Empress was giving her personal approval-and funding-for his research in the area of Robotics-and in turn, he and the council were to put forth a supreme effort in two other projects-namely, FTL communications and the possibility of converting conventional ground-based weapons to space-capable weapons. It would be an uphill battle, but surely, they could manage. They had gotten this far hadn’t they?