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Blog of the Week - Passing Time

The things we do to pass the time

It had been a slow return to activity for Githyanki, his surviving fleet was scattered to all corners of the universe, and a good number of which were very slow to return, his war fleet was still months away from being operationally ready and he was bored and somewhat distressingly everywhere he looked there was peace and quiet, he could not even intercede on events occurring around him, shag all was happening.

So he did what any enterprising sort would do when faced with eternal boredom, smoked a heaven herb joint, watched a little performance from his favourite dancing girl and resigned himself to the humdrum task of sorting out some outposts. As it happened absence had again profited his little empire with an abundant stockpile of rare ore, and with the few freighters he had loitering around in port, he set about some basic housekeeping. As he worked his way down his base manifest he stumbled on a long forgotten relic, a relic of a long forgotten war, least for him, DOM Straddle Boomerang I.

The Straddle project, code named Tumbleweed, had been an ambitious moment of madness no doubt conjured up whilst under the influence of some seriously funky narcotics, it was simple enough really, ground scout assessments had, from an early stage rated the DTR base on boomerang as beyond formidable and it had been quickly dismissed as a viable ground target, straddle was a decoy in the end, a combat test and one to check new loyalties. But the base presented a problem, especially as it was fundamentally linked to the trumped up nonsense used as a reason for the war, so something needed to be done and if we could not have it, then they should not want it…..

Stage one was easy, drop in a science station, place within it a core team of key scientists, covering a number of fields and a token defence force, add in some submerged foundations and hey presto a hidden base appeared. The nature of the plan required a landscape of coastal shallows, and the wicked side of Githyanki’s nature ruled the day when shallows were identified one sector away from the main DTR base. Stage two was a mish mash of muddled ideas, that ultimately lead to a theory of planetary destabilisation. Stick enough explosives in direct proximity to the planetary fault lines, deep enough, an issue nicely solved with further submerged foundations and you could potentially trigger a global catastrophe. Add in some chemical agents to change the atmosphere and create genocide amongst the population and the Empire would not have to remove the DTR, given enough time they would leave themselves.

But the idea even in theory was nonsense, the chance of success was tiny, and the volume of explosives made for a number of logistical shipping problems, and so the idea was canned, the spare foundations instead used to set up some sacrificial artillery bases to keep the DTR thinking straddle was the target, all of which were killed in the first days of the war. But the science station remained, a few soldiers, few tanks and a handful of science bods………..

Githyanki figured it was time to remove them, the war was done and the base could be decommissioned, so without thinking and in keeping with his generally cavalier attitude he sent a rescue tug for the men, the tanks and all other hardware was expendable and orders were issued for the base team to destroy all materials and rig the caves for collapse. Githyanki went back to his dancing girl and enjoyed his smoke as the haze descended.

Imagine his surprise when the following morning showed a missing com signal from the dispatched ship, and a quick position ping showed it as non-responsive, he called up the ships logs, which operated a standard live replication feed to relay stations scattered around the peripheries’, the final recording was cut short and the cause was unmistakable……..Githyanki was furious with himself, school boy error he thought, not checking the system lists, and the ship was the eighth is a squad of ten, one of the few to have survived intact during his vacation, it irked him greatly and the bloody DTR of all people.

And then a curious thought started to form, lending clarity to his annoyance of losing the ship, could the DTR be convinced to replace the ship? Granted they were well within their rights to destroy it, but that just made the challenge more appealing, and Githyanki, after all was bored. It was an old game and he considered himself accomplished at it, a lie, no no, better yet an exaggeration, and like all good exaggerations it should be based on an element of tangible truth, he connected to the open political channels, I’ll start with indignation he thought, see if I can get them to take the bait, and after all it is exactly the sort of thing they might expect of me……………………

Within a mere matter of days, Githyanki was pleased with himself, the plan was working out wonderfully well, the DTR governor was hooked, and during the dialogue Githyanki had sent a secondary fleet of ships to enact a hostile orbit extraction, a minor chance if the DTR had reacted sensibly, but he figured they would not, or not quickly enough, and the team had been extracted from the single base cleanly, the material all but destroyed and only enough caves left to keep it hidden along with a few jammers. And then his poker face slipped for a second, just a second mind, a ‘tell’ if you like, the unmistakeable twitch of an old gambler having the slightest moment of doubt, Githyanki got carried away.

Such was his personal amusement at the hidden bases location, he could not resist, he just simply had to let everyone else in on the gag, and besides a physical confirmation and one parked in their backyard would lend great credibility to the ruse, and so he publically posted its location and transponder code, but he had misread his opponents hand, and the publically given location of the base led to its immediate capture, a move he had not predicted and he cursed as he lost his only real card in the game……..still the key too all good bluffs was staying true to your path, and besides the DTR had brought the illusion of many bases, a hidden asteroid and a mad man on the trigger of a remote detonator, but there was a small ripple. Githyanki had always allowed himself a great deal of latitude when it came to the truth on open channels, it was no different to any other media outlet and the SSS had for many long years been the personal media channel for the DTR, but in personal private communications he liked to be a little more morally grounded, and if the governor had asked for details of other positions, or made his offer of a replacement ship on more specific terms, the game would have been up, but he did not, and Githyanki could simply make the assurance that when the ship had been received all his personal DOM assets within the straddle system would be relinquished, and so he duly waited, and two days later a better ship graced his manifests in the solo system.

The deed was done, all that remained was the concluding communication, ‘Governor’ he wrote, it is with great pleasure that I confirm the receipt of the replacement vessel for the one tragically destroyed in the Straddle system, and true to my word I am pleased to confirm that all my personal DOM assets within said system are now within your care. It is gratifying to see that reasonableness ruled the day…………………..

Only thing left really was the public trade channel, a finishing touch and an object lesson on the value of ships and crews, silly bastards flew into an open no fly zone, not fit to wear DOM colours, let them rot he thought as he took a long sip on his malt whiskey and blew a smoke ring into the air.



 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Videtis quantum scelus contra rem publicam vobis nuntiatum sit? ***

The Flagritz Empire is no more! The Flagritz Republic is reborn! Quick on the heel of the collapse of the Empire, the Fessin caste declared a new era of foreign and economic policy with a rapid withdrawal behind the Black Gate.

The new ecologically-friendly Prime Minister Kayxaer, asked for patience as “economic” reforms were undertaken. It remains to be seen whether there will be any price to pay for the dramatic changes being made by the reclusive Flagritzi or whether it will all be sunshine and rainbows going forward.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Large at Large * &etc

 
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*** Bravo for Freedom ***

Naplian Forces have attacked three human pirate outposts in the Morroglyph system. A spokesperson for Naplia HQ told the press that the plucky duct-tape loving free people would continue their war against slavers and pirates in their home periphery.

One salty Naplian libertarian told the SSS, “The people of the Naplian Home Periphery are sick and tired of human criminals coming here just because their homeworld is an overcrowded hell. It’s time for them to go back home.”

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Igor of Fang and Horns * Admiral Loves Dick Turpin * &etc

 
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.What is It?
..a wOrmhOle?.
…No.. worse..
….the KANG singularity!…
…..It pulls us IN…..
……lOOks sO familiar……
…….yet so strange…….
……..what is……..
………that?……..

*** Flagritz Liberalise Economy ***

In good news for all the galaxy the Flagritzi have vowed to liberate all slaves across their Empire. Furthermore, the hectapods have given up eating other sentient species; taking up a strict diet of veganism and soy chai lattes. Sales of turtle neck sweaters and Forbidden Fruit laptops have skyrocketed.

The news was cautiously welcomed by the benevolent Felini Tyranny who looked forward to reducing the War phase of their daily Nap-Lick-Nap-War-Nap-Eat-Sleep cycle to a perfunctory forty winks.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Baron Womble * A Short History of the DPP * &etc

 
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*** 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

 
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*** 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

 
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*** Acropolis Now ***

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

 
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*** 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

 

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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).
-Zigic