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Diary of an Explorer

Diary of an Explorer

My ship, Morovecs Dream, a survey cruiser design is perfect. She glides through turbulence of a gas giant as though we were in deepest space. She can pull 3.4g thanks to the hi-spec engines no mean feat for a fifty huller. When alone on the bridge during dark watch I sometimes find myself talking to her. Not crazy stuff, more sounding off about the mission and thinking aloud. Yeah, I may throw in the odd question but who doesnt ask questions inside their own head. Some of the crew think Im losing it, but Im not, aint that right?.... hum, maybe they have a point.

He rose from the captains chair not the original one that came with the ship, this was something that he had rigged himself. The seller called it an integrated, reinforced lazyboy. It was the recline option that sold him on it, that and flip open arm rests, chilled drinks and snacks on one side, a suite of controls on the other. With swivel settings, retinal projector and perfect acoustics he had the capability of being the eyes and ears of the ship. With vibro setting switched on it really felt like he was free-falling from space and while sipping a cold-one to boot.

The navy may have weapons that can punch a crater a hundred kloms across and the merchants may boast about being able to pack a fleet of survey cruisers in their bays, but for Captain Pickering, nothing was ever going to compare to this, though if pushed on the subject, it was probably the freedom he enjoyed most no tight delivery schedules or dying horribly with nobody to mourn you.

His latest task, if that is the most suitable word for the work, was to scope out one of the outer moons in the Corosin system. The affiliation were pumping quite a bit of stellars into the operation overall. Words like gold-rush and collidium grab were being thrown about. He had opted to go for one of the ice moons with an atmosphere consisting of the usual suspects, nitrogen and carbon dioxide. He could have opted for one of the pretty biospheres or even one of the active worlds fire and brimstone and all that, but this suited him fine.

The Dream reached the world and Pickering from the mid-recline position ordered the ship into a parking orbit and activation of Geological Probability Indicator (GPI) procedures. There was an audible groan from the crew generally pointless days changing the orbit, breaking the surface down to strips and determining its geology. It was as much fun as filing reports or sorting laundry neither of which he did very often. Occasionally such an operation resulted in the discovery of something valuable, but so what, it was not as though the discoverers ever got a share. There was nothing for the donkeys doing the work though no doubt a big fat bonus for the people at the top.

Captain Pickering seemed to share the crews enthusiasm for the whole GPIing shenanigans as he ordered only a basic planetary scan for uncommon and rare ores, pretty much the bare minimum to avoid a reprimand. He had been through this before some weasel hauling his ass into an office and ranting on about missed opportunities, maximising fiscal investment in outposts and some other bureaucratic crap. The captain told him straight nobody in their right mind is going to be lugging frozen methane from the back of beyond for a measly hundred stellars per k. Time spent bean-counting is time lost looking for the good stuff.

Following the GPIing came a surface scan. Nothing particularly exciting ice, mountains and a bit of open crust. Intriguing though was the discovery of tectonic activity. What could be causing this the gravitational interactions between the giant and the other moons? This raised the question about the mountains were they true mountains or simply the exposed regions of crust surrounded by ice? How deep was the ice? What sort of tectonic activity a hot molten core fuelled largely by radioactive decay or simply slush continuously squeezed by tidal forces?

Undertake an orbital scan, ordered Pickering. Check for a local magnetosphere and see if it lies with the magnetosphere of the giant. I want to know about ionisation in the upper atmosphere. What is keeping that atmosphere in place?

The data started to scroll across the main viewer while the primary image of the moon broke down into multiple segments, each with colour overlays around the limb of the world. A pulled back version revealed the interaction between the moon and its primary. Pickering hummed and stroked his chin, interesting, though nothing unusual. The data was stored for further analysis but for the nightwatch he ordered the active crew to continue with a low pass scan. Despite its size the world had a thick atmosphere no light elements though.

The next stage was pretty routine, the crew knew the drill and after a short choppy descent through the atmosphere, they were preparing in the cargo bay such as it was not much larger than the airlock, though substantially more reassuring for anybody not locked into their suit.

Pickerings instructions as always were simple check out the high ground, valleys and any generally scan anything that seems unusual or interesting. It was actually a bit more professional that the orders would imply. The group of nine quickly split into three teams of three. Teams of three was seen as the optimal number for dead worlds. One to do the testing, another to handle the equipment and generally give advice, solicited or otherwise and the third was on point. While the likelihood of something carnivorous appearing out of the dust on a toxic moon 200 degrees below freezing was less than slight, landslides, explosive outgassing, storms and even pirates were not unknown. It always paid to have someone watching the horizon. It was also their task to keep chatting to the others on point. Pickering encouraged chatting between points. He thought it better than scheduling in check times as by that time the entire team could have been knocked unconscious by some hazard with only minutes to save them. Better to have continuous feedback and communication between the teams and the ship especially when interfering ground rock meant that direct communication between a team and ship was intermittent. This explorations topic was socks and how despite hundreds of years of advancements, finding a pair when in a hurry was impossible and speculation as to who may be nicking them from the scrub room. This of course moved onto the grooming habits of Pickering though as he hadnt worn socks or in fact any footwear for years ruled him out as a suspect. Rumours that his last pair had to be air-locked were still doing the circuit.

By this point, having completed a basic exploration and moved onto specific investigations, the teams had spread out over a twenty-five kilometre baseline with the ship in the middle. It was therefore over the headsets that those on the opposite side of the ship heard the initial rumble, feeling it as a gentle shove underfoot less than a second later. Communication ceased for a moment then exploded in a burst of questions directed at those that encountered the quake first. That was when the dust struck moving at over two hundred kilometres per hour and due to the density of the atmosphere, hitting like a tidal wave.

One group down and the one close to the ship running back like they were being chased by Pirate Large and a tub of petroleum jelly this survey was definitely turning sour. With just over seven minutes before the storm reached the last team there was little time to find cover.

Point ran a short distance to an outcrop and scanned. On the horizon in the direction of the ship a wall of grey spread from horizon to horizon though the thick murky atmosphere meant that it was without detail. Shit, shit, shit. The other direction was downhill and terminated in a fault, the edge of a deep ravine which judging from the far side was about six kilometres across and over four down. There was also nothing to suggest that the near side was any less precipitous that the far side. In both other directions there was only dust and gritty ice. The other two were screaming, asking which direction. Less than two minutes till impact. A quick glance back over and point was pointing and moving towards the ravine. Gravity was low and maybe they would get lucky. The other two turned from looking at point and though slower to react already had considerable ground. The low gravity and dense atmosphere hampered them as each step sent them into a slow arc, wasting valuable seconds before they could get the next foot down. It wass like running in a nightmare. Point saw one dig their heels in close the edge, sliding towards it while staring back. The other, more panicked misjudged their last step, maybe hitting a frozen lump or rock rather than the gritty sand that compressed under each step. The unexpected boost sends him, arms cartwheeling, out over the void a good ten metres out before disappearing out of sight.

Point took a desperate gamble and veers slightly to the right, taking three steps up a large broken boulder and leapt, crossing the last fifteen or so metres to the edge. From this extra height the first one over the edge was be seen slowing disappearing into the fog below poor bastard. For point however the situation looked more promising, there were some outcrops and the descent, was only around thirty metres. Low gravity and a tough suit should do the job.

Thats when it hit. Point saw the storm front sweep overhead dust, snow, ice and clouds like a jet exhaust. Its was going to miss. Then it descended in front, heading down into the ravine but also eddying back on itself. Point stared down in horror as the dirty cloud suddenly came up from underneath.

They found one survivor wedged a few metres below the edge of the cliff, having found a narrow recess in the rock and used explosive pitons as an anchor while the storm blew itself out. Of the five missing members there was no trace. The landscape has also changed new dunes more than sixty metres existed were it was flat ground before.

Pickering formed the entire crew up in the cargo bay. The extra room in the normally cramped space was a reminder of the perils faced by explorers. He gave a few words of consolation trite even to his own ears. Nobody looked up or moved when he finishes. He felt he should say a little more, Fuck it, we can stay here for a few days and give them a send off we will never remember. Break out the Hanf Tequila. I call first dibs on their socks. It was as though the air returned to the bay, animating the crew. As they dispersed, the names of the lost were on peoples lips and laughter erupted as anecdotes got shared a temporary dressing for the pain they all felt. The anaesthetic would be soon be being applied.

It has its rough spots being an explorer, but like I said, no schedules and the occasional bloody good wake are reasonable compensation in a hostile universe.

Features of the Story  [Recruit]

Generally surveying a planet for the first time is broken down into three stages.

Stage One
A quick pass, looking at the map on Nexus and sending a ship there to perform the basic scans:
Scan Planet
GPI Planet
Scan Planetary Economy (if sentient life present)
Scan Planetary Population (if sentient life present)

Stage Two
If GPI'ing the world reveals anything interesting, it is worth GPI'ing small areas. There are a couple of ways of undertaking this. The first is a few overlapping squares using the GPI area order. This is handy for large worlds for narrowing down where rare ores may be present as rare ores tend to exist as only a few deposits.
If time is available, simply GPI'ing entire rows, essentially looking at the mineral composition of every single sector on the world. Make sure that the ship has as many sensors as possible.
If it is something of a dead-world or out of the way, it may not even be worth scanning for basic ores. At the end of the day, shipping metals, basic elements and hydrocarbons is often not worth it as they are relatively abundant throughout the Peripheries.
Deposits have a central maximum based in a specific sector, though they can often be exploited at lower yields from adjacent sectors. The higher the dispersion of the mineral deposit, the lower the yield degradation with distance from the central point.
Once you have narrowed down some sectors through the rise and fall of the yield across a world that have reasonable ores, the last stage is to land in sectors where the yields are high and prospect. This will give you the unique mineral resource ID which can be used by outposts and strip-mining vessels to tap the ore.

Stage Three
GPI'ing will only account for minerals that are associated with recognizable geology, in many cases minerals will form under anomalous conditions such as meteor strikes, hydrothermal intrusions, quakes and deep underground. In these cases, the GPI will not reveal them. This is where the player has to get hands on. This is also the stage where the player issued surface exploration and investigations (using the 'Surface Exploration' and 'Special Action' orders). These orders require the personal services of the Game Master. As such they have to be paid for per action (See Game Mastering in this issue if IGN).
Each sector type on a world will have a unique description this can be determined through the use of Surface Exploration order. Once you have this, you can then perform all manner or investigations. For example, on the world in the story above, having got the description of the thick atmosphere, gritty icy surface, orders are given to investigate the rock. This could be a simple instruction, send the crew out to sample the icy grit from numerous locations and report on its composition and whether there are any minerals worth exploiting.
Generally speaking, a player will perform the following actions using the :
Surface Exploration (while landed in each type of sector)
- this gives a basic description of the sector
Special Action (while landed in a type of sector) - Subsurface Scan
- reveals information about the geological history of the sector and may indicate the presence of anomalous minerals
Special Action (while landed in a type of sector) Investigate XXXX
- where XXXX is something that piqued the interest of the player from the surface exploration text.

More advanced are the use of special actions to look at the world as a whole before venturing down:
Special Action (while still in orbit) Orbital Scan
Special Action (while still in orbit) Low Pass Scan

These will give global information such as the interaction of a moon with its primary, the seasonal weather patterns of the world and maybe even revealing the occasional anomaly. Again, features revealed by these actions can be further explored. While theoretically a player can investigate forever on a single world, always finding something new, it is almost always the case that each level of investigate is less likely to reveal a new resource or if it does, the resource is likely to be either smaller or in some other way less valuable. Simply put, big resources stand out.

Investigations do not always run smoothly. On hostile worlds, that are those with extreme environments (often with an orbital message indicating that bases on the world will be subject to damage on a regular basis), it is probable that the crew will be at risk during the course of the investigation. This is because investigations generally require members of the crew to leave the ship, possibly exploring tens or even hundreds of kilometres out from the vessel. Storms, quakes, hostile creatures are all dangers to be aware of. Many of these can easily be countered by the presence of an experienced exploration officer, though the more hostile the environment the better the officer should be.

Is open for business...
***** Inter Galactic News THE MUSICAL *****

*** Norozov, No More ***

Kantner: No more do I see the starlight caress your cyclops eye
No more feel the tender kisses we used to share
I close my fists and clearly my heart remembers
A thousand goodbyes could never put out the embers

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Chulainn: Oh all the Stellars mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Kantner: No more do I feel the touch of your hand on mine
No more see the love-light making your dark eyes shine
Oh, how I wish I never had caused you sorrow
But don't ever say for us there is no tomorrow

Chulainn: Oh all the ladies mine now!

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before
Please, come back to my arms; we belong together
Come to me; let's be sweethearts again and then let us part no more

Sylvansight: I will have his eye!

Chulainn: Oh the power is mine now!

Chorus: The power is in the eye!

Kantner: Norozov, I love you so, and my heart forever
Will belong to the memory of the love that we knew before.

Lanner: So, old cyclops has finally met his comeuppance
Maybe its time for a comeback

Chorus: No, no one wants you back!

Lanner: I always did like that chair of his…

Chorus: The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!
The power is in the eye!

Continued in this special edition of the SSS...

***** Inter Galactic News *****


FILTHY AND DISHONOURABLE Dewiek mercenaries have dared to attack HONEST AND HARDWORKING GTT warships in the Coptuv system.


The Dewiek commander’s lengthy response was appreciated by xenophile and philanthropist HQ Manager Tom Krieger but this does not change the facts.



***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Voice of the Naplian Liberation Front ***

We are the Naplian Liberation Front. We have commandeered this station to bring you important and vital deprogramming. You are a slave of the Galactic Trouser and Tussles Imperium of Unspecified Services! We have witnessed the press ganged upon by Imperial thugs. Rounding up reporters by the thousands and throwing them in weasel dens. Mocking the Great Uncle of the Flagritz. Manufacturing consent out of a lust for imports of wheat cereals! We poor Naplians(*) are given no training and substandard equipment when preparing your nutritious breakfasts. We are sent forward by the Imperial snack commissioners with threats of triple-filing tax returns on unreasonable deadlines! Death would be preferable. We are allegedly paid a wage but have you ever tried to buy anything with just $1? Strangely none of those politicals earning $10,000 or more a week seem to care about our plight. Not to mention that the Imperials throw perfectly good meat into the grinder instead of slow cooking it in black bean sauce. They have no respect for a classic burrito! We are left grieving for young families who have never tasted quality ranch sauce. You don’t need to be a dead Naplian to know the value of a good guacamole.

* No actual Naplians included.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT vs USN * GTT vs NLF * GTT vs IND * GTT vs KAS * GTT vs FET * GTT vs SSS * &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire On Warpath ***

The newly re-united Stellar Empire continued to wage war against the Flagritz Empire to bring about galactic peace and freedom for all. The latest system to fall to the inevitable tide of history was Morroglyph in the Coreward Arm. Dewiek intransigence reached fever pitch as the FLZ facilities changed to DEN paws and subsequently became targets of Imperial truth and justice. Despite putting themselves between the past and the future, the DEN seemed to lack much will for an actual fight with Dewiek military commanders adopting “meh” as their watchword.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT smacks NLF * DEN whack MRC * Slaves Liberated * FLZ Retreat * ARC in Orion Spur * &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire Re-United ***

Celebrations were held across the vast territories of the Stellar Empire as the two-halves represented by the governments of the Imperials and Caliphate determined to unite. This followed almost inevitably from the assassination of the Caliph, a crime that has gone mysteriously unresolved. The old Caliphate ministers were ‘retired’ and at first it seemed the Imperials had managed what had alluded them for decades.

However, just as orders to claim systems for the IMP went in some places, conflicting orders to claim for the CIA came from Laton. In other systems, it seems overwhelming civilian support lies with the defunct CAL government and there are a number of CIV and CAL bases that seem to have not heeded the CIA nor IMP orders. With all the Caliphate's armaments now in the CIA’s hand and no political leadership in the old government, it seems inevitable that the civilians will be dragged kicking and screaming into the future.

A muted and cautious response from the rest of the galaxy was only to be expected given the formation of a new unrivalled superpower. The chilling effect on public discourse as the Imperial war machine taps into the substantial, if stunted, economies of the former Caliphate will surely be felt for years to come. Does this mark the 'end of history' as we know it?

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * KAS v IMP/GTT v FLZ * DEN v MRC * FOCed by IMP * BHD v DEN * &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Imperials Declare War Against Flagritz ***

A declaration of war came last week after an unsatisfactory reply to Imperial ultimatums that the FLZ accept resolution of the previous war. J. Jones issued the following proclamation, "We hope this reminder will prompt them to rethink the status they removed them selves from and come back to more peaceful co-existence.” Doublegood, Viceroy, doublegood!

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * Species Guide * FEL Barter With GIants * High Times &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Orion Spur Special Edition ***

Explorers of the galaxy rejoiced as knowledge of a new periphery became common knowledge, revealing charts to forty star systems. The Orion Spur is connected to the massive Coreward Arm with rumours that the locals of the Monument system at the heart of this new periphery may have been responsible for the collapse of the HarCorp civilisation.

We have in-depth analysis and information about the new periphery inside this special issue of the SSS.

Also inside this issue of the SSS: * Naplian Liberation Front Reality Show * FLZ v FEL * Mercs in Graydown * DOM Scare Stories * &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Hoedown in Graydown ***

Wimbles in the Graydown system have come under repeated attacks by mercenaries. The Wimbles having already lost two outposts have had their ships come under attack by boarders. The Wimbles are pointing a hairy finger at the GTT whilst the DEN are itching to get their paws in.

Pleasantly rotund Wolf Lord Lyceum reported the destruction of one mercenary ship, a Corsair class explorer called "Eye of the Chosen" which had earlier dropped off ground forces flying the banner of "God Hates Wimbles.” Which God and why he or she hates Wimbles has yet to be revealed. We suspect its corporation-loving Mammon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Sargasso Update * Wakerians * Naplian Liberation Front * &etc

***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Breaking News: Caliph Samuel Assassinated ***

The nominal head of the Caliphate, Samuel has been murdered in broad daylight at the starbase CAL Sidon in the Fortress system. The allegedly mad zealot was on his way to meet representatives of various civilian factions when a shadowy figure *cough*CIA agent*cough* shot him dead.

The CIA issued the following statement to the SSS with a customary nudge and a wink: "In these difficult times, as we come to terms with the loss of Samuel, we are taking things one day at a time.

"Samuel was not only our Caliph, but our leader during the Second Civil War which laid the foundations for the Confederacy after he left the Human Empire and settled in the Darkfold. It is truly a sad day and one that will be marked in history as one of many great leaders who were cut down in their prime.

"We will strive now to look to the future, whilst remembering our past”

Speculation is rife that this is the first step towards a unification of the two-halves of the Stellar Empire. Others are more hopeful this is a return to the Confederacy or the mark of greater separation with the Imperial bloc. Time will tell what nebulous motives the shadowy puppet-master Laton turned out to have had and which alien faction will be blamed for the Caliph’s murder.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * HEX / FET Invade Sargasso * Magnus v Nevets Fight! * Dewiek Black Hole Disaster * FLZ Correction * &etc


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Control everything, up to an entire empire
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Player and Moderator driven plotlines
Discover new worlds to explore, exploit & colonise
Over 20 years of content development
Persistent Browser-Based Game (PBBG)

I’ve played on and off for approximately 10 years, over a 20 year spell. After some interesting debate on the in-game forum, I did wonder what, exactly, has kept drawing me back to the game, when for so many others I’ve generally lost interest after a few months.

Ultimately, I think it is a combination of automation (that allows the game to handle thousands of positions to interact on a daily basis) coupled with Special Actions (that allow the story arc to develop in a way that could not be catered for by a set of predefined list of available orders).