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 Tanash the Founder The Executive Suite "Fair enough. I will send word to our customs office, we will dispatch a service to your border territories shortly to provide the stamp of approval that our organization uses. This should help you get a foot in the door. I look forward to seeing what you do with it. I do have a proposal for you, but I think this is enough for now. Also I'm afraid that my godly senses are pricking at me, I think a laserbearded pirate has just captured the rock and roll sensation the Space Crue and is holding them hostage. I... will need to go deal with that." He signs the contract and sends a note to Ms. Sune to make the arrangement. professor_curly fucked around with this message at 08:12 on Nov 12, 2017 |
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Tanash the Founder The Executive Suite After Aton fades he nods, the contract flitting over to his filing cabinet as he walks over to the elevator. He had no idea where Laserbeard was of course - but he could probably use the connection of the Charter to appear there. He closes his head and leans it against the elevator door as he waits for it to arrive. What was his plan? He didn't really have one. Typical. Time to improvise then. He puts on his game face when the door opens, which only partially falters when there is a woman standing there. He shakes her hand, but is clearly unsure about her presence, "And what exactly are you expecting to see, Ms. Arajums?" He moves his hand over the floor controls, the panel seeming to rearrange itself until he is satisfied and he hits a button that should be suitably dramatic.
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Kamilia Arajums Tanash's Elevator Kamila snorts. "I will have you know I'm Mother Superior Arajums." She pulls the potboiler back out of spirit space, something about princesses and romance or such like. "I'm not entirely sure, but I do know you love to put on a show and drat if I'm gon' miss some drama to stare real hard at a rock with five dozen other women."
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Tanash the Founder The Executive Suite He takes a moment to process that statement, "Your shared existence sounds exhilarating." Tanash glances at the book, chuckling a bit, "I see the insidious creep of our culture is reaching truly great heights."
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Kamilia Arajums The Elevator Kamila chuckles. It was nice to get out, really talk to other people. It didn't happen enough anymore. "It's an unliving, and I will read-whatever-I-please." the last half comes in a playful sing-song. She cracks her knuckles, the others always let the joints get so stiff. "You wanna make the others real annoyed? Mention my taste in literature. They'll all grimace at once, except Eve."
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 Primus A metaphysical realm concurrent with Starbound space The songs of starbound and the homebound, even if for the briefest of moments, gained a third, interloping note. A deep, choral note, imperious and brash. It made its will known. "KNOW THAT I AM PRIMUS, THE PAST AND FUTURE OVERLORD OF THIS GALAXY. AND AS PRIMUS YOU WILL ADDRESS ME." "Now tell me this, ALIEN stonehost known as Åton. Why are you here? EXPLAIN to me your intent and the reason for your intruding presence immediately, and declare now, once and for all: am I to consider you a thing of reason, or a mindless PLAGUE to be eradicated for all time?" The presence remained, demanding answers. Primus would like to know why you're visiting and if you're going to break his antiques. Theantero fucked around with this message at 10:00 on Nov 12, 2017 |
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I am Communist posted:Åton to DEIOSA It glows. It sings. These words have no meaning. They show distinct function. They show nothing. They show something. It burns, but it does not burn you. Then it turns away. Maybe it was best to speak with something else. fishception fucked around with this message at 10:17 on Nov 12, 2017 |
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Tanash the Founder The Hellevator "I don't worry. I have spent a great deal of time studying your Wheels, and I have made note of the fact that are not all in agreement with one another. In fact, I spent an afternoon cross referencing the incongruities with the authors to figure out what theological questions your conclave would have no clear majority on. If I ever want to annoy you and your fellow travelers, I am more than prepared." The elevator door dings, as Tanash adjusts his cuff-links, "Well, that's my cue. I do hope you find this as entertaining as you'd hoped." When the door slides open Tanash steps through it with a wide, bright and predatory smile, addressing everyone in the room, "Hello! I apologize for the intrusion, however if any of you know where one Captain Laserbeard is currently residing please do indicate to him that he has a visitor. Tell him that Tanash the Founder has arrived concerning a matter of most dire import." Hello Laserbeard. We need to talk.
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Kamilia Arajums The Elevator Kamila breaks out in laughter, when it passes she slaps Tanash on the shoulder. "You're alright Scratch." When the elevator door opens there's only Tanash, and a thin fog that pours out behind him.
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Bryn A courtier brought in the message of the visitor. Bryn considered for a moment before waiving for the being to be shown in. Unlike the previous pretender who had so rudely insinutated itself into his work, this being at least understood the respect the one true god was due. You've got your audience.
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Åton to Anwé Åton waited. Åton to DEIOSA Åton had used words but Deiosa disconnected. A pity. Åton to Bryn Åton entered the court of Bryn. His form smaller in stature than Bryn. Åton though he lacked pride in himself, had encountered it before and through the Starbound. The bow was metaphysical but was meant to show the proper deference and respect in the domain of another. It seemed Bryn valued the rites and rituals of such. <"I greet you, God-Emperor Bryn of the dominion of the Leonis and affiliated subjects."> Åton didn't have a concept of slavery as such but it seemed similar to how Åton himself viewed assimilating. <"You do me honor in allowing me this audience. I have come to trade knowledge, goods, and services from beyond the galactic rim."> OOC: The intro, didn't want to go on for pages. Substitute the correct title for god emperor. Åton to PRIMUS PRIMUS entered Åton's domain like a bull in a china shop. The life form Åton was molding shattered by the booming note that was PRIMUS. Oh well, Åton let the pieces drop into the void. Turning towards his guest, Åton noted PRIMUS' preference of address. <"Greetings PRIMUS. It has been a long time since I have been visited by another elder being. You are welcome here. You may call me Åton. I do enjoy a good conversation."> <"I and the Starbound are here in peace, harmony, and unity to offer the same along with immortality and a cure for the mortal condition to any who would or could desire it."> <"I am a being of peace, logic, and reason. As are my children. We are looking to trade enhancements and knowledge, and perhaps services in our journey through space and time."> <"It seems you are concerned we might co-opt or damage those items marked with your signature? We have not encountered such but we could look out for those items for you as we travel. With the correct arrangement/agreement.">
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Bryn Bryn looked upon the visitor. "And what might you have to offer one such as myself?" his tone is not quite incredulous, but it is close enough.
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Åton to Bryn Åton thought he had what might interest Bryn initially. Crystals in weapons, crystal weapons and armor, crystal spell focuses, shielding, scrying crystal additions and mods for installation into virtually most applications. <"These trade items will be free from any Starbound conversion effects. They can provide energy or retune magic if configured in the correct focus.">
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Primus A metaphysical realm concurrent with Starbound space "You speak of peace, but what is your peace, INVADER, but the peace of DEAD ROCK and STAGNATION?", stated Primus, "For what I see is a plague that spreads wherever so it might roost, a hivemind that seeks to supplant all else with its din. Know that this outcome is INTOLERABLE." "Remember forever that you are an OUTSIDER, a bringer of peace by assimilation, a bringer of unity not wanted." Primus kept a pause, allowing his imperious glow to suffuse the godly space. "But know also that I am a MERCIFUL LORD, and that all things thus are given the choice to exist under my vision, as long as they BEHAVE. So answer for your own sake this, the most important question:" "Will you BEHAVE?" Primus is a tad bit concerned about your threateningly fast expansion! He wants to lay down some ground rules about living space. Only then can further deals be discussed.
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Åton to PRIMUS Åton listened patiently, the tirade was of course the only way PRIMUS seemed able to communicate. Extracting the information from the noise was not too hard. <"I see you have derived your information from the gestalt consciousness known as 'Mother-Above-All'. We do not stagnate, we are not dead. We live. We grow. We strive towards our own type of perfection. There is individuality on some level, a background signal to the whole. When all superfluous and harm is removed, one can meditate and bask in the glow of one-ness. My people are quite happy. I don't tell them or force that happiness upon them. It is a natural state of their elevated existence. My people do not war, they do not seek conflict within or without."> <"Is not the will of MERCIFUL PRIMUS above that of the galaxy? Are the precursors and your current vassals/peoples not happy with their unity under PRIMUS? Of course they are happy as is just and right. Am I not correct in assuming this? Do they not prosper and grow under your hand, growing and developing under your guidance and wisdom? I thank the MERCIFUL PRIMUS for his willingness to listen and hear me and my Starbound.">
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Primus A metaphysical realm concurrent with Starbound space The gaze of Primus lingered. Finally he spoke. "A weed does not wage War, yet it smothers and kills all other life just the same. See to it that you do not become a WEED, and we can co-exist. I do not consider you one yet, for the words of the Merchant have been NOTED, as has the presence of those you have left unmolested. But do not consider yourself free of scrutiny, and acknowledge that within the Dominion's RIGHTFUL BORDERS I am in the process of Reclaiming, you will be subject to Dominion Tithe. Do not forget this. For as long as you don't, you will be allowed to remain." The burning presence of Primus eased its incendiary glory to slighlty more tolerable levels. "Speak to me of my treasures you find in the rim. Prove to me you can be dealt with in a manner I find within my self-interest, and you might get things in return." Primus is alleviated to a degree, even if not completely without suspicion. So how about those deals? He really wants his poo poo back 
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Åton to PRIMUS <"Agreed. We can respect your position and dominion sovereignty."> A weed grew without purpose or with regard for its growth. Åton let the comment pass, it was unimportant in any case. <"We can offer goods, that increase scanning range. Among other mods and enhancements. This does not change whatever technology/magic/natural things you are using. But can replace power supplies, making them smaller and more efficient or not requiring a charge at all. CPU processors and other enhancements."> 
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Primus A metaphysical realm concurrent with Starbound space "I can offer the good will of the mightiest war machine in the Galaxy, and the fruits of the greatest artifacts and technologies EVER devised within it. I can offer otherwise useless planets within my Domain for your kind to inhabit, if they Oath themselves to spread not elsewhere, and pay their Tithe as due." "But such talk is for another time, for I have gained what I sought coming here. For now, we are DONE." And the presence was no more, the notes of Åton's people unsullied once more. Dominion is a warlike nation, its most important export is the help of its powerful armed forces. It is an imperial domain that is very heterogenic in ints makeup outside the coreworlds, Starbound can settle as long as they pay their Tithes as all inside Dominion borders must. Lots of thralls and their industrial output and variety of aptitudes they can offer (though we'll have to wait for a census to see what I've actually got at this point). The other chief thing is favors and taks performed by Precursor Tech, but that is currently handiapped by the fact that I haven't yet scavenged that large of a variety.
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Åton to PRIMUS PRIMUS left. Even more crystal forms shattering in the aftermath. Åton gave the mental equivalent of a shrug. the talk was productive, sort of. While no agreements had been made, he got another glimpse as to how these other gods and their children saw the universe. <"Interesting indeed."> Any devices or precursor items would be stored for later trade to PRIMUS. It was the least that Åton could do. OOC: Guess its all over but the cryyyyying.
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Åton to Anwé <"We can offer goods, that increase scanning range. Among other mods and enhancements. This does not change whatever technology/magic/natural things you are using. But can replace power supplies, making them smaller and more efficient or not requiring a charge at all. CPU processors for enhanced encryption and other enhancements.">
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Tanash the Founder Laserbeard's Flagship The deity turned, looking upward at the pirate captain and giving a smile and a small bow, "I do apologize, I would normally call but it has come to my attention that there has been a most unfortunate mistake. It seems that members of your organization have detained members of mine. I have come to ensure that this situation is rectified without further unfortunate mistakes. So..." He starts to stalk from one side of the room to the other, eyes locked on the pirate as he speaks, "You have my people. I want them back. How would you like to resolve this situation? I can be most accommodating to the preferences of new clientele ."
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Laserbeard's flagship, among the Starkist flotilla, for Tanash the Founder The Pirate lord paced towards the God, the ship interior lights glittering off his faceplate. "Aye, we have them, but their value to us is in their talent, their name recognition. Thanks to that concert, they've gone galactic, and our original plan was to keep 'em as caged songbirds, pumping out hit after hit, with us as exclusive distributors, getting fresh minted with every sale, all over the great spiral. Now, keeping 'em fed, watered and equipped would dig into that, so if'n ye can guarantee us the selfsame value we'd have gotten out of them on our plan, no tricks, then we wouldn't rightly have a reason to keep 'em from ye, would we? We'd save on expenses, accrue the benefits, and go about our way. Reckon you can 'accomodate' that?"
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Tanash the Founder Laserbeard's Flagship The negotiations dragged on. Although there was a flicker of temptation at the prospect of an easy life, Tanash had underestimated just how much stock the captain and his flotilla put on absolute independence. It was a slow, grinding sort of negotiation against an opponent of skill that he wasn't expecting. Personally he was enjoying the challenge, but when he glanced over with his godly eyes he saw that Kamila was deep into her book, having lost interest in this proceeding altogether. A frustrating thing, to simply pay them. Set a bad precedent. But there seemed to be no other option, perhaps he could finagle a "don't attack the GCC again" clause, but that wasn't satisfactory either. He turned away from the negotiation to think a moment. Relax, evaluate the deal in his head... when something occurred to him. There were a great many captured people who wanted to be free. The crew of the transport ship, assorted representatives and passengers, their pleas had called out to him, summoned him here. But now that he was looking... A small group of people weren't trying to negotiate a release at all. In fact, a very important small group were instead trying to negotiate for the pirates to give them back their instruments and equipment. Were... were the Space Crue inspired all this? He looked over the crew, who were watching with rapt attention. They were criminals, outlaws. They had killed people. But... they were an honorable sort. This particular pirate flotilla had not destroyed any GCC transports that he knew of, and typically did not kidnap the crew. They would destroy anyone who was resisting, but GCC policy on that was a stern "we have insurance, idiots" so that hadn't been a problem in decades. Destroying Security Service ships that were pursuing them wasn't great, but... he could work with this. They weren't a mindless band of rapists and murderers laying waste to all that they surveyed. "You know what Captain, I think I just found a way for everyone to come out of this happy. Why don't we bring the Space Crue up here and ask them what they want to do. I have a hunch that in fact they are finding this all very good inspiration for their music, and would choose to go off on a little adventure with you and your people. Given your history and reputation as... reasonable men and women of a piratical persuasion I am inclined to allow that. In fact, I think I am inclined to do more than allow it. If it is their will to stay with you, to use the experience to produce music, then I am in fact inclined to help you." He turns to look back out into space, making a dramatic sweep with his arm, "A band of space pirates, compelled to bring Rock and Roll throughout the galaxy while being pursued by the long arm of the law. The greatest music tour in history, spanning the width of the galaxy. All new hits by the universally famous Space Crue, featuring the dread pirate Laserbeard and the Starkist Flotilla. The perfect followup to the Concert Heard Round the Galaxy, something that will grip imaginations that could never have imagined the drama that would unfold. Live concerts, with running space battles overhead providing the lightshow and pyrotechnics." "All staged of course. The task force currently chasing you is the one that provided security for the concert, and they are already well practiced in the art of faking a space battle. If you agree, I will also offer you a Comm-Link to provide communication with them and GCC space, to enhance the coordination and also provide you with an extra layer of security. If you ever find yourselves dealing with an actively hostile force, you can hit the panic button and the task force will drop out of hyperspace and help extricate you from the situation. The entertainment media of the GCC will also give this full coverage, I am sure. Broadcast it everywhere we have the capabilities too, and a few select public relations officials will put all their effort into spreading word. In short, I would give my boon to your venture." Then he made a motion, summoning a contract that burned with dark red fire, as he turned his gaze back to Laserbeard. "There will be conditions to this. This tour will not last forever, and you will make every effort to bring the Space Crue back unharmed. Moreover during the course of this venture you and your flotilla will behave. The band will also be given a fair share of the profits made from this venture. You will have distribution rights over the new music created during this venture, the GCC will be trailing along to sell the old records after you have made your pass through the system. Once the tour is complete the new music will then be distributed through the GCC network, but your organization will receive royalties on those sales pursuant to your ownership rights of the content. There will be other details that our respective legal teams can work out in specific once we sign the agreement in principle, however let me make one thing very clear..." "We cooperate on this venture, you take your money and then you do not attack, halt, inhibit or otherwise inconvenience any GCC ship or endeavor. You will live like kings under your own flag, but you will not pull this or any similar actions against my organization again." "Do we have a deal?" +6 Negotiations to bless this new idea of cooperating with the pirates to make it even better and we'll all make money/contacts.
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Laserbeard's flagship, among the Starkist flotilla, for Tanash the Founder The cynical pirate lord looked over the contract in great detail, zooming in on the small print, checking every clause and subclause. Finally, he nodded, no small amount of amusement in his tone. "We have a deal. I hadn't considered they might come willingly. We get our money, they get something unprecedented, ye get yer peace."
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Anwé, the Near-and-Far The Forgotten Library Back in the Forgotten Library, Anwé has begun an ambitious project; a more perfect spy. In a fresh tome, far thicker than the rest, the dark librarian begins to write. Describing with words and Power a creature beyond mortal understanding. Beyond third-dimensional understanding. A creature that exists not just in the dimensions of width, height, and length, but in a dimension at right angles to all those directions. Able to move and act in ways that, to limited perceptions, appear to be impossible. A truly capable spy. Naturally it also has a good dose of secret-finding ability, tradecraft knowhow, and the means to manipulate shadow and darkness to its purpose. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7K5KjOdLD8 Using Space [+6] and Secrets [+4] and Darkness [+2] to create a Fourth-Dimensional Spy. An Agent of Anwé that will occasionally provide Anwé/The Syndicate with information or secrets he/they might not otherwise know, or to destroy that information, based on either whatever the GM decides is appropriate or if it is sent for something specific. I'll name it and give it a picture later, if this succeeds.
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