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Diary of a Naplian

Diary of a Naplian

I had a strict upbringing, which is maybe why I am the way I am. Back then it was all, ‘pray to the spirits, worship the rising sun and be thankful for the nourishing rains’. Well that’s all utter crap. I remember asking some security guard on the gates of the alien base why they didn’t bother sanctifying the ground before removing all the trees. He had no idea what I was banging on about. I tried to explain by drawing pictures in the dust but he laughed. Seems the only word of our language he knew was ‘doonum’, the name for the night plant that grows in dung. He gave me a media player. At the time it was the most incredible object in the universe though in hindsight it was a cheap disposable thing that he undoubtedly used for watching other people perform improbable intimate activities, at least that was mostly what I found in it. It also had educational options and from this I learned about stars, their energy and how biospheres form.

Everything I understood was a lie. Why did we pray to the sun, it had been burning for millions of years before we existed and would no doubt continue after we were no more? The land didn’t care what we did to it. The aliens were clearly not bothered and they were able to travel between worlds on their technological ships. Chanting over sick people was revealed to be a joke. My parents were ignorant and the village shaman a liar, bent on keeping us all grovelling in the dirt.


I showed my media player to my friends but one informed the elders and they took it from me. They actually destroyed it. I was so angry I struck the shaman and was expelled for a year.

Returning to the alien base I found the guard again. He wasn’t bad; he gave me food and a few other things in return for copying some of the intimate acts he showed me on another media player. I don’t think our anatomy aligned properly though he seemed pleased.

Soon I was peddling out media players, substances and other stuff to my old friends and getting quite a stash of shiny stones that the aliens seemed to prize so highly.

As more people came to me I needed help to deal with all the stuff. By this time I rarely did the intimate acts except to amuse some of the more influential aliens. Generally speaking I was able to get other doonums to do this though I would deal with the payment.

Now three years after the aliens arrived I have more than eighty people working for me, including a few humans and a couple of kastorian mercenaries. Vice, a term that never existed in our language before the aliens showed up. I control most of it around the northern section of the base and regularly deal with imports. I have runners taking the goods to the far villages, smuggling the merchandise in for payment. I have even been elected to the government, legalising our currency.



My father came by the other day with my childhood match. Apparently I should have come back to the village more than a year ago to renew the pledge. I had totally forgotten. Dressed there in their stitched hides staring at the holo-visions while trying not to look over at the dancers I pitied them. I told them that the only thing I wanted from them and their culture was their money. They didn’t even know what I meant - sad doonums. I sent them packing though slipped Dushta a comms and told her what to do when it makes a noise. Given a make-over she could earn me some solid cash.

I laugh at my own past ignorance. Where once I thought the shining spires of the alien starbase was magic and their ships the boats of the dead lifting them to commune with the spirits in person I now know that this base is little more than a frontier port and the ships are little more than freighters common throughout the universe.
It’s odd, the universe feels bigger and smaller at the same time. Where once I wouldn’t have dreamt of going beyond the river, I now jump on a shuttle to the other side of the world and don’t give it a second thought yet I know that there are countless other worlds out there. One day I intend to buy my own ship and start exporting directly.





 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Empire Strikes: Solo ***

A massive fleet of some 1600 warships, including large numbers of super-heavy capital 300 and 400 hullers, attacked the DEN in the Solo system, catching them with their metaphorical pants down. The DEN gate platform and some two hundred DEN freighters were subject to antimatter missiles amongst other high tech ordinance.

Jack the lad, Viceroy of the Empire, claimed a victory for freedom and the Imperial (right of) way leaving the sullen Dewiek unusually unresponsive.

With DOM platforms firing on CIA ships, will the IMP now demand the DOM add them to the Do Not Fire lists as well? And what exactly is the nature of the DOM and DEN alliance in light of the sustained attack from the Empire? And will the DEN’s alien friends stand idly by as the Empire fleet camps in the vital gate system of Solo? How will the DEN retaliate for this action or are they ready to roll over and have their bellies rubbed?

All this remains unknown. All that is certain is the “feel good” factor across the DTR has increased, with citizens reassured that for some time yet, they may continue in their slumber with the easy assurance that their number is not coming up anytime soon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * New BHD Guy * DOM Statement * &etc

 
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*** To Ur Is Dewiek ***

Dewiek forces had a hefty smackdown against the mysterious living ships known as the T’Cath (TCA). Seven adult TCA 400 hull capital ships, each firing eight of their notorious plasma cannons, were killed by a DEN and DOM fleet of some 700 ships.

Of the minimal losses suffered by the DEN / DOM, one-eyed Magnus and Nevets Motnhap of the FEL were amongst the dead.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Caribbean Congo Continues * Ur Witness Report * * Hive Briefing * &etc

 
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*** The Long Quiet Season ***

Listen…
There’s no sound of anger or of annoyance,
There’re neither cruisers racing on the jump lanes
Nor there jump lanes for them to race on,
There’re neither monks chanting on the battlegrounds
Nor bells calling us to the True One.
There’s neither the lightning cracking of the sky
Nor the persistent Naplians pattering on my roof.
There’s no Dewiek arm in arm to admire the magnificent view
There’re no war drums to feed Human ears
Nor Hive sirens to steal the boredom away
There’s no unfamiliar wing creeping underneath the Falconian sun
Nor floods to enshroud the Aquaphid grounds
The land lies lonely out here
On this lazy summer’s day
There’s no pollution to poison the airs of Inversion
Nor forests to give them life
All I hear is the hushing sound of the wind
Assisting the sand to fall into beautiful undulations.

Whilst we’ve been away: * Operation Giantslayer * Naplian Liberation * Back in the DTTR * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Falconians Saved ***

The Imperials have cunningly saved the Falconian Republic from being consumed by the Dewiek Elder Nation and at no small cost to the DEN either. Whilst the new pro tem Consul crowed about the “victory”, all former FCN systems besides Acropolis have been taken over by the two warring Empires - Human and Flagritz.

Was it all worth it? For the IMP / GTT it clearly was, for the movement of a few hundred thousand troops is surely nothing to the cost they endured trying to and failing to knock the DEN out of Solo after the fact. The FCN now plucked off most of their navy and wider assets are a tiny nothing of their former self. The DEN may have resorted to some dirty namecalling but can the costs endured to save an enfeebled FCN have really been worth it? Time will tell.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * INDignation * FELicitous Caribbean * Nah Plan for Naplia * Mercs Trouble DEN * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Acropolis Now ***

The IMP and GTT have brought peace and stability to Acropolis.

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Goodbye Falconians ***

The galaxy bid farewell to the Falconian Republic as the Human Empire subsumed them into their expanding territories. This marks the second death of an alien civilisation at the hands of the IMP / GTT in recent years. Like the extinguishing of the nearby Ulians, no voices of opposition could be heard from other quarters. This marks a long-period of appeasement by the Detinus Republic and Dewiek Elder Nation.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DOMination * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****



 
***** 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 *****

*** ALIEN CRIMINALS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE ***

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

THEY HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TO JUSTICE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

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

FURTHER JUSTICE IS EXPECTED AT THE EMPEROR’S PLEASURE. LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!

Inside this issue of the SSS: * SEDITIOUS FET CHARGED * LIES OF THE FAILED REBELLION * TERRORIST PLOTS FOILED * ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE CRITICISED * &etc

 

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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).
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