[OT] - Xenology - Story driven PBW.

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Has everyone given up on writing for this game or are they just waiting to meet other races. Haven't even seen introductions from two races.

I've just really gotten into my races' style, which is why I've been writing so many details about it.

[Unknown_Enemy]

Thread cleaning.

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[Unknown_Enemy]

Thread cleaning.

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I suppose its easier with a society like the Foundation cause they always have various Groups battling (economically that is) with each other, and scandals and lots for the news services to keep up with.

Plus, if you think about the types that went off to colonize new continents in our world, that is the model I've made for the Groups that colonize new worlds. I don't just have regular foundation folks getting up and going off to a new world, I have all these different idealists who want to do things their way.

The Foundation is a lot like the Fazrah without weapons, and as robots.

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“So, sister, we meet at Last. ” The younger princess slithered up to the elder with a smug twitch in her tail. “I was hoping we’d bump into one-another. It would be so rude of me to be issuing orders to a sister I’d never even met.”
She looked around quickly, hoping someone would have overheard, but was disappointed. The audience chamber they occupied was one of the oldest surviving excavations on the planet, having hosted at least three hundred generations of KanesS royalty, but it had been designed with an exquisite understanding of acoustics. It allowed a small group of people to speak in effective privacy, even if the place was packed wall to wall with squirming nobles as it was tonight. A perfect design consideration considering the amount of scheming that went on there: For almost as long as society had existed among the KanesS, this chamber had played to host to every conceivable plot of deceit, revenge, treason, assassination and betrayal.

“Ah, yes, Srikeesh isn’t it?” Kleesh deflected the artless little putdown with casual ease. “I’m so glad my Royal Parents found a role for you in my space project. As you know I’m a great believer in new ideas and I think it’s wonderful to trust even a minor task like yours to someone so young and inexperienced. Still, with enough effort I’m sure we can convince them that you’re not completely useless.”

Srikeesh shrank back slightly, baring her teeth. Kleesh consolidated her victory with a dismissive flick of the head as she turned to her other companions. Despite her nonchalant attitude, Kleesh felt genuinely threatened by this upstart sibling. The newly-appointed minister for alien interaction may not yet be skilled in the sniping and barbed conversation central to the royal court’s operations, but few in the nobility actually understood the critical nature of the new diplomatic role assigned to her- which is the only reason it had fallen on her. No KanesS had ever even considered the possibility of alien intelligence, so although everyone had been shocked and appetised by the discovery Last tenth, few had grasped the implications. Not only in regards to interstellar relations and the procurement of vital resources by trade, but also the possibility of competition and conflict.

There was plenty enough competition and conflict at home, of course. Kleesh didn’t doubt for one minute that her Royal Parents had paired her up with this devious and ambitious younger sibling to provoke just that. Kleesh’s fame and power had been grown suddenly when the space project had captured the public’s imagination, and for a while she had been one of the top three contenders for heir. Even if she was a laughing stock now, they were wise to keep an eye on her. It was a standard tactic for the monarchs to set these little tests for their offspring, firstly to see who was most fit for the throne and also, of course, to distract them from any plans to take it before their time.

The fact that she was now being pitted against such a minor princess showed how far she had fallen in her parents’ esteem. The space project had been hugely popular at first, and a prestigious new title had been invented for her: Minister of Galactic Domains. However, with the agonisingly slow progress of the colonisers toward their targets the nobles had lost interest and with it their respect for Kleesh. She should have listened to Shkimsk, who had foreseen this very situation and advised against targeting distant food-rich planets exclusively. By the time they encountered the Cue Cappan ship, she was practically in disgrace and so this Srikeesh else had been given responsibility for communicating with them.

Now Kleesh had to try to work with this insufferable brat. Although no form of hierarchy or command structure had been established between them (the King and Queen would doubtless take great pleasure in watching them fight it out), Srikeesh would undoubtedly find diplomatic reasons to wrest control of the starships away from her. In the meantime, who knew what the Cue Cappans were thinking? They might already be planning an attack, and Srikeesh would be too busy scoring points against her sister to even consider the possibility.

[Raging Deadstar]

Very good Dogscoff, it's always nice to have some infighting amongst the royals. I admit i wasn't a fan of Othaglot and Cane but this is one of my favourites. Very nice style of writing and interesting as well. Keep up the good work

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Zelleck was on a brief vacation before being reassigned to an new starliner still being built.

The President of the Starliner group asked if he wanted to come to the Space Club, a new club opening in the capital city club district, replacing the old Control Alliance hangout.

Zelleck performed admirably according to the captain of Freedom and so he was promoted to second in command of a new starliner. The President wanted to get to know a bit about him and the club as well.

The sign in front of the club read:

THE SPACE CLUB
PARTY CENTER FOR THE FUTURE AND THE FAZRAHN PAST

The Doorperson chatted with the president quickly before admitting them both. Seats were crowded in a circle around the announcing stage where a Citizen was preparing for the start of the festivities, and around the exotic oils bar, which sported everything from basic black to the famous Creators' Blend, all at atrociously high prices.

Various spacey atmospheric items were everywhere, especially things left over from the ship launches.

The Announcer spoke, "Well, first lets see who we have here today from the space companies. We've got the President of the starliner group, a second in command for a yet to be named starliner, a public relations officer for FFCC, and a representative for the control alliance escort Discipline." At the Last announced group, quite a few citizens were surprised. No one knew about Discipline, except a few people in ship resupply centers and at FFCC.

"Don't be surprised, Discipline has mapped out the majority of the in range solar systems. They have an ultra efficient crew, and efficient engines, and they have been looking for the Fazrah as well as selling rights to new planets everywhere. Things didn't turn out so well for most of our neighboring systems. Look at this map," the announcer paused to project a map which showed dangerous places Discipline had navigated through and only a couple inhabitable places.

"Discipline has performed admirably in my opinion and I'd like to give them a round of applause. Alright, lets hurry about through these other facts so we can get to the slightly less spacey surprise ahead. Starliner group has transported a total of over 22 million passengers to three planets. The third group for space is FFCC who has constructed and coordinated launch of ten spaceships so far, including 4 colonial ships, 2 judicial ships, 3 starliners, and a scout ship..."

Later, the announcer revealed a Fazrahn musical composition that the creator owned and like. The club acquired it at a price of 231 mineral dollars, which was higher than the price of building the club itself. It was a big hit, as an auditory reminder of the mysterious Fazrah who surrounded their Creator before his travel to this world. The question was whether or not the Fazrahns were still around, and Discipline had the best chance of finding out.