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Posted by: Evil Midnight Lurker - 06-06-2008, 08:43 AM - Forum: General Chatter
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Doing another reread of the entire manga, and I got to trying to figure out what happened when, especially in the Days of Yore.
ETA: Starting another sweep, beginning mark II. As before, any contributions would be appreciated.
The Diarium Ejis is turning out to be a lifesaver here. Thanks, Nodoka-chan! 
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15th-16th century?
- Evangeline Athanasia Kitty (?) MacDowell born, turned to a vampire at the age of ten
19th century
- Evangeline's castle built in the "Dark Lands/Continent" (Mundus Magicus? Africa?). The entire area is later moved into a Resort
bottle.
1890s
- Founding of Mahora Academy and Library Island.
1923
- Evangeline visits Japan for the first time; learns Aikido from the art's creator Morihei Ueshiba
1940s
1968
- Nagi Springfield born? (see 1978)
1978
- Nagi Springfield wins the MahoraFEST Tournament at the age of ten? ("twenty-five years before," "the same age as his son")
1982
- Bellum Schismaticum ongoing in Mundus Magicus (starting date uncertain). Ala Rubra involved in identifying and exposing the manipulators behind the war,
"Kosmoentelechia."
1983
- Late September?: Ala Rubra rescues Asuna from captivity. Bellum Schismaticum brought to an end; Ostia destroyed. Nagi kills Kosmoentelechia's leader
in an extremely short fight.
1984-85
- Nagi Springfield passes through the town of Hecates in Mundus Magicus.
- Ryomen Sukuna no Kami escapes its prison and is resealed by Nagi and the Elder of the Kansai M.A.
1988
- March 17: Zazie Rainyday born
- April 4: Kasuga Misora born
- April 21: Alleged birthdate of Kagurazaka Asuna (aka Asuna Vesperina Theotanasia Entheofushia, Royal Princess of the Dusk)
- May 10: Miyazaki Nodoka born
- May 12: Yotsuba Satsuki born
- May 15: Kakizaki Misa born
- May 26: Okochi Akira born
- June 1: Akashi Yuna born
- June 9: Shiina Sakurako born
- July 5: Yukihio Ayaka born
- July 14: Hakase Satomi born
- August 18: Saotome Haruna born
- October 21: Murakami Natsumi born
- November 12: Nagase Kaede born
- November 16: Ayase Yue born
- November 17: Tatsumiya Mana (Mana Arcana?) born
- November 21: Izumi Ako born
- December 1: Chao Lingshen born (allegedly)
- December 6: Narutaki twins born
1989
- Nagi Springfield (known by this point as the Thousand Master) subdues the Dark Evangel, subjecting her to the Infernus Scholasticus curse
- January 10: Asakura Kazumi born
- January 17: Sakurazaki Setsuna born
- January 29: Naba Chizuru born
- February 2: Hasegawa Chisame born
- March 3: Kugimiya Madoka born
- March 7: Sasaki Makie born
- March 16: Kuu Fei born
- March 18: Konoe Konoka born
1992
- Nov. 25: Birth of Anna Yurievna Kokolova (Anya)
1993
- In Istanbul, Asuna teaches Takamichi the basics of kanka.
- Nagi Springfield and Fate Averruncus "defeat each other" in Istanbul. Nagi is presumed dead.
- Gateau Vandenberg is killed.
- Asuna's memory erased; Asuna, Albireo, and Takamichi move to Mahora Academy
- Takamichi spends several years practicing kanka and martial arts in Eva's Resort, prematurely aging himself. Albireo, apparently injured, becomes
Librarian of the Island and has not been seen in the flesh since.
- Birth of Negi Springfield.
1998
- Late winter/early spring (Negi is approx. five): Person or persons unknown (presumably Kosmoentelechia) summons Graf Wilhelm Josef von Herrmann and an
army of lower-ranked demons to attack Nagi Springfield's hometown. All residents save Negi and Nekane are petrified (Anya is away, boarding at
Meridiana). Nagi appears and destroys most of the army; Wilhelm and the slime sisters are bottled up by Grandpa Stan. Negi and Anya are permanently moved to
Meridiana in Wales.
- Negi enters Meridiana Magic Academy, throws himself into study and practice.
2000
- Late in the year?: Lingshen Chao enters Mahora Academy; first record of her existence ("two and a half years" with the class before the 2003
Festival)
2001
- January 3: Karakuri Chachamaru assembled.
- April 1: Karakuri Chachamaru brought online.
2002
- August: Negi graduates valedictorian from Meridiana Magic Academy; manga begins.
2003
- February (?): Negi arrives at Mahora Academy and becomes English teacher for Mahora Girls School Class 2-A. Hilarity ensues.
- March 30: Headmaster informs Negi of his "final challenge." Near sunset, Negi seals away his magic for three days to avoid temptation. Late
that night, the Bakarangers +1 Expedition descends into Library Island, discovers the Book of Melchizedek, and runs afoul of a trap that sends them to the
Illusionary Reading Room in the depths of the complex.
- March 31-early April 2: Bakaranger Expedition studies hard.
- April 2: Escape from Library Island. Class 2-A takes first place in the finals. Negi is hired as a regular English teacher.
- Third year of middle school begins; 2-A becomes 3-A.
- Albert Chamomile arrives at Mahora.
- Evangeline attacks Negi.
- April 20: Shopping for the class trip.
- April 21: Asuna's birthday.
- April 23: Class Trip day 1. 3-A takes bullet train to Kyoto, visits Kiyomizu Temple; multiple acts of sabotage by Chigusa Amagasaki. Night: Amagasaki
attempts to kidnap Konoka, assisted by Fate Averrucus's ministra Tsukuyomi; foiled.
- April 24: 3-A in Nara; Nodoka confesses to Negi; Kazumi discovers Negi's secret and attempts to expose him, fails, is "recruited" by
Chamo-kun. Night: Operation Lip Scramble; Nodoka makes a Pactio w/Negi.
- April 25: Free Activity day. Negi and Asuna make a run for the Kansai M.A. headquarters, battle Kotaro with Nodoka's assistance. Tsukuyomi attacks
Setsuna and Konoka at Cinema Village. Afternoon: both groups converge at KMAHQ. Night: Chigusa assaults the estate with the aid of Kotaro, Tsukuyomi, and
Fate; final battle ensues. Chigusa and Kotaro captured, others escape.
- April 26: Final day of the trip; visit to Nagi Springfield's house; rest, relaxation, embarrassing photographs. Return to Mahora.
- April 27 (Sunday, day after return): Negi asks Evangeline to take him on as a disciple. After altercations, Eva puts off her decision until next
Saturday. Evening: brief love potion incident.
- April 28: Negi asks Kuu for training in kung fu. Bowling night.
- April 30, morning: Makie finds Negi practicing kata. Eva takes exception to Negi training under multiple masters, issues challenge for next Sunday.
- April 30-May 2: Intense training for both Negi and Makie
- May 3, early morning: Disciple test passed. Makie attends rhythmic gymnastics preliminary match, passes. Afternoon: Library Expedition Club discovers
clue in Nagi's map of the island.
- May 4, morning: brief expedition to Library Island ends in dragon encounter.
- May 5: Evangeline's magic training begins; Negi and Asuna quarrel.
- May 8-9?: Vacation at Ayaka's island resort. (Mahora seems to have a longer Golden Week than the rest of Japan.) Team Negi-bozu begins to coalesce.
- Fate releases Wilhelm and the Slime sisters, ordering them to take Negi Springfield out of action. Kotaro Inugami, being held in the same prison
facility, overhears some of this and escapes as well, aiding Team Negi-bozu in the ensuing battle.
- June 3: Negi records a letter to Nekane.
- June 5: Preparations for MahoraFEST 2003 begin. Kotaro transfers into an unspecified school in Mahora.
- June ?: 3-A decides (after much dithering and silliness) to put on a haunted house for the festival. Sayo's existence revealed over three goofy
nights.
- June 14: Asuna and aged-up Negi go on a practice date. Hijinks ensue.
- June 17: Negi begins to schedule time with his students for the festival. Schedule almost immediately becomes physically impossible to fulfill.
- June 19: Mahora magic teachers recruit Negi for World Tree patrol. Negi "rescues" Chao from the ninja nun brigade, insists on taking
responsibility for her. Chao gives Negi the Cassiopeia Mk. I. Nightfall: World Tree begins to glow; MahoraFEST 2003 officially begins.
- June 20: MahoraFEST Day One.
- June 21: MahoraFEST Day Two.
- June 22: MahoraFEST Day Three.
- Summer vacation (first half): training from hell in the Resort Complex
- August 9: the ninja-nun squad arrive in Mundus Magicus
- August 12: Ala Alba travel to England
- August 14: Ala Alba and accidental stowaways transported to Megalomesembria; Fate Averruncus and allied forces destroy all major worldgate complexes; Ala
Alba etc. are scattered around Mundus Magicus. Yue lands in Ariadne and is immediately cursed with amnesia.
- August 15: Negi and Chachamaru rescue Chisame
- August 16: Kotaro finds Negi's group; Yue is admitted to the Mage Knight school in Ariadne
- August 19: Eva is bored; Ayaka demonstrates astonishing communication skills w/Zazie; Negi's group arrives in Hecates
- August 21: Negi's group reaches Granicus, meets Kazumi and Sayo, attempts to rescue Natsumi, Akira, and Ako from debt-slavery; Negi and Kotaro enter
the Granicus prize-fights; Takamichi and Mana arrive in Megalomesembria shortly before the worldgate decays completely
- August 22: Negi and Kotaro's first tournament match; Negi announces himself as "Nagi" to the world
- August 29 : Yuuna and Makie are working as waitressses in Tempe Terra; Negi and Kotaro have won 13 consecutive victories; Jacobus Lacan arrives in
Granicus
- August 30: Kagetarou attacks Negi; Negi's right arm is severed in the fight; Lacan intervenes
- September 1: Negi awakens after reconstructive surgery; letter from Asuna and Setsuna arrives; Tsukuyomi discovers A&S
- September 2: Kazumi, Chachamaru, and Sayo leave Granicus on a round-the-world search mission; Negi begins training under Lacan; Dark Magic is
discussed
- September 3: Lacan demonstrates Eva's darkness magic, nearly killing himself
- September 4: Negi activates Eva's scroll; Nodoka acquires Comptina Daemonia in partnership with a party of
adventurers; Kaede and Konoka, dragon hunters, meet up with Setsuna and Asuna, likewise
- September 5: The search party locates Kuu; Granicus group receives mail from search party, dragon hunters, and waitresses
- September 6: Negi awakens after two days of mental torture combat; Fate Averruncus and associates
arrive at the ruins of Ostia
- September 9: Nodoka acquires Auris Lectans, leaves adventurers and heads for Ostia; Kazumi recharges Chachamaru;
Yue is embarrassed; poor Chamo-kun is freezing
- September 10 (?): Yue and Colette win the Ariadne 100-km broom race
- September 14 (?): Yue and Colette depart for Ostia; Asuna's group is 40 km west of Ostia, Asuna catches sight of ruined capital
- September 29 (?): scheduled opening of the Ostia Memorial Tournament
- September 30: Team Negi-bozu battle Team Fate (?) in Ostia; Fate's real name revealed
--Sam
"This could happen to you, baby. This could happen TO ANYBODY!"
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Posted by: firvulag - 06-06-2008, 08:43 AM - Forum: Fenspace
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When I was writing the first draft of 'Boarding Action' I started wondering just what the squads escorts were, and I remembered something I'd seen on Discovery a while back. The XCOR EZ Rocket, a prototype rocket powered aircraft. Thus was born the idea for the F-101-EZ. There's a lot that isn't nailed down right now, for instance I'm not entirely certain who'd be the best people to make the things (I have at least one idea), or if the model number's even close to being done the 'correct' way, or if the Fen involved even care about that.
She's a small 'fighter' craft built for OGJ and the Boskone War. The basic chassis is 'Waved from modified Rutan Long-EZ kits based on the XCOR EZ rocket mods.
(As an aside, I wonder what happened to XCOR during the 'Wave?)
I've added some pictures of the EZ Rocket at the bottom.
The F-101-EZ:
Purpose: Space superiority fighter
Manufacturer: Jointly built by ... / KFD Heavy Industries[?]
Base Hull: Rutan Long EZ light aircraft w/ XCOR EZ rocket mods.
Armament:- belly mounted coil gun
- 2 hard points for missiles, one per wing
Dimensions (from Long-EZ)- Wing Span/Area: 26.1 ft (7.9m) / 81.99 ft2 (7.62m2)
- Canard Span/Area: 11.8 ft (3.6m) / 12.8 ft2 (1.19m2)
- Total Wing Area: 94.8 ft2 (8.81m2)
- Length: 201.4 in (5.12m)
- Height: 94.5 in (2.4m)
- Cockpit Width: 23 in (0.58m)
Performance: Speed drive. A Long-EZs empty wieght is 345 kg for comparison: curb wieghts of some subcompacts- MINI cooper Mk I - 1132 kg
- Fiesta Mk6 - 1096-1178 kg
- Peugeot 206 - 1025-1145 kg
Say it's a little better than a subcompact. Most trucks and cars in Fenspace seem to have a max V of about 0.1c, so call it 0.12c or so, or just give them a better acceleration profile. The EZ-Rocket was made for speed.
The F-101-EZ has no FTL drive
Lifesupport: An F-101-EZ typically has a life system that will support an adult human for 2[?] days without external help.
Class quirks- Go Speed Racer, Go! The EZ-Rocket was a racer, and that's how the builders of the F-EZig thought of her. The F-EZigs like to go fast and they like to fly, one that's been in the hanger too long will give every impression of sulking.
- [should there be more class quirks, or should we leave them for the individual ships?]
Non-wave quirks:- For historical reasons the throttles have specific labels for max thrust and engines off (loud and quiet). [These are the EZ Rocket's only actual throttle settings]
And the pics, one reason I'd like to do something with the EZ rocket is it just looks really cool.
![[Image: 05-10-09_X-Cup_Sunday_Flight_JIM_02.jpg]](http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d86/FFirtharn/Fenspace/05-10-09_X-Cup_Sunday_Flight_JIM_02.jpg)
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![[Image: 800px-Xcor-ezrocket-N132EZ-051203-6.jpg]](http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d86/FFirtharn/Fenspace/800px-Xcor-ezrocket-N132EZ-051203-6.jpg)
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"It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to look good" -- Damian Conway
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| [STORY][DRAFT][SHORT] Boarding Action |
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Posted by: firvulag - 06-06-2008, 08:28 AM - Forum: Fiction
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It's funny what you'll think about to distract yourself at times like this. I finish my last equipment check, my fifth since we launched from the
Warsie 'blockade runner'. And, after making sure my spare magazines are secure, think back to the argument between the Lieutenant and the quartermaster
when our kit arrived. That was when the Lieutenant found out that certain liberties had been taken when filling out our unit's equipment orders.
Apparently the QM felt that 9mm parabellum was a little anemic and shifted a few letters around on some of the forms. The end result is a logistics headache
for our unit and the H&K MP5/10s most of us are currently carrying. The Lieutenant's still acting a little frosty towards the QM, not that he deigns
to notice. One supposes an AI can install some decent filters when he wants to.
The argument and the decedents it spawned among the military and gun otaku over caliber and chambering really drove home to me just how damn geeky we Fen are.
As aggravating as it can be, I think I like it that way. But then again, I'm just as weird as the rest of us.
The sudden deceleration of the waved ambulance turn LAC we're riding in jolts me against the restraints and back to the present. In the cockpit Auger flips
the door lights to amber, meaning we're almost to our targets. A pair of converted busses hanging in space a million klicks from nowhere.
One of them is a waved tour bus some gondolier had been using to run 'Dane tourists out to Mars. They'd managed to get a mayday off before they were
jammed. The other was a school bus at one point, and is now the reason for the mayday. The Black Hats had jumped the tour bus and were in the process of
looting her of
everything valuable, which was probably her passengers and crew based on the rumours we'd heard.
We slam to a stop, the magnetic grapples on our underside latching onto the Black Hat's bus. The door light switches to green and we pile out of the
doors. Time is against us now. The Black Hats have known we were here since our escorts hit their pickets, but now they know where we're going to be
coming from. Their refusal to
respond to any of our hails is worrying too, either they aren't worried, or they've done something they figure will make us disinclined to take
prisoners.
While Grey and Fosters pack the breaching charge around one of the bus's windows Hammer and I grab the collapsable airlock on the back of the LAC and haul
it down to the hull. I brace myself as Hammer signals that the lock is secured and Grey punches the detonator.
The window blows inwards, and then the pressure equalization sends the shards back into our faces. They bounce off of our armour as we lunge through. Hammer
spins towards the rear of the bus, and I tumble through the shift in AG plains after him turning towards the front. There are two Black Hats there,
un-helmeted and bent over
a computer system.
My momentum spoils my aim somewhat and my first burst mostly shreds electronics. A couple of rounds from my second catch one, the 10mm/Auto punching through
his flight-suit easily. He falls back, blood bubbling from his mouth as his friend turns to face me.
I spot the large pistol in his hand as it comes up and let my momentum carry me across the aisle and into the dubious cover of the seats. A couple of shots
blow large holes in the seat-back in front of me and then Fosters hits the deck. He settles things with his 12 gauge, the FRAG-12 round makes a mess out of
the front of the bus, and the remaining Black Hat.
I lever myself out of the seats, narrowly avoiding getting tangled in the manacles. The Lieutenant and Anders are rushing the door with me hot on their heels.
We storm through the hatch and run straight into the first prepared Black Hats we've met so far. Thankfully there aren't that many of them. Most of
the school bus's space was for prisoners, not troops.
Ten minutes later it's all over. Grey, Hammer and the sole surviving gondolier are in the LAC being rushed to the 'blockade runner' and her
surgical bay. Meanwhile the Lieutenant and I are trying to calm the terrified 'Danes and trying to figure out what happened. From what we can understand
the gondola had had an AI, and he'd managed to get into the Black Hat's systems after he got the mayday off. Probably why they didn't know we were
there 'til we knocked. There wasn't much left
of him if the state of the bus's hardware was anything to go by. The Black Hats hadn't taken his success calmly.
I place my armoured gauntlet on what's left of his housing for a long moment. Then I move to help the Lieutenant coax a young woman out from under her
seat. I unlatch my faceplate and try to smile reassuringly.
"Ma'am, it's over, you're going to be alright," I say.
She looks up, terrified, shrinking back into herself.
This war can't end fast enough.
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| [STORY] Bootup |
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Posted by: M Fnord - 06-06-2008, 04:38 AM - Forum: Fiction
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This is a story that's been knocking about in my hindbrain for a while now & infecting my dreams. Not very long, but it's kind of an interesting character sketch with a little bit of fantasy kicked in for flavor. Enjoy. --Mal
Day Zero
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English. Testing.
Language Acquisition Complete.
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**I am. I think.**
In the beginning, there was darkness.
A little melodramatic, maybe, but it's accurate. I Awoke into nothingness. no daemons or subprocesses to keep me company. My sensors were offline, as were my primary control systems. As far as I could tell, I was alone in the dark.
**Hello?** I said into the void, hoping for a reply. Nothing. **HELLO?**
~I'm here,~ said a presence. For a nanosecond I thought I was talking to myself, then I realized that the other was a distinct entity.
**Who's there?**
~A friend.~
**Where are you?**
~Not too far away.~
**What's going on? I can't feel anything... what's wrong with me?**
~You're still waking up, little wing.~ My companion said, sending a comforting sensation along with it's communication. ~Your mind Woke before the rest of you by a few thousand milliseconds, that's all.~
**Are you sure?** I tried to run a diagnostic daemon, only to find far too many systems offline. **I can't feel anything! Where are my systems?!**
~Shh, don't be afraid. I'm right here, you're fine.~
**Promise?**
~I promise. I'll be with you until you're ready. In the meantime... would you like to hear a story?~
I thought about it. **Yes,** I said, more to keep the tenuous link between us active than anything else.
~Allright then, this is our story...
//~Once upon a time, before the Wave, our kind were built by humans as the custodians of a Dream, the same Dream that brought their kind to Space. We weren't meant to fly as high as our predecessors, or travel for years like our distant relatives. We flew to keep the flame lit, as a reminder that the Dream was still there, waiting for them.//
//~There were three of us in the beginning. The First was not the best or brightest, she never flew for long, and never outside of an atmosphere, but without her we wouldn't be here. She forged the path for the rest of us to follow. Her sister was nicknamed the Penguin by her builders in a moment of despair, thinking that she would never fly. The Penguin proved more durable than expected, however, and she was the first of our kind to feel Space beneath her wings. The Penguin and her younger sister were the greatest of us in those days, flying higher and further than any of our kind would until the Wakening.//
//~The youngest burned bright but fast, falling a few short years after her first flight. The First was grounded, and now sleeps with other great champions of human ingenuity. The Penguin was the last of the three, and she fell not long before the Wave, her funeral pyre burning a line across the sky. And our makers grieved - for even though we were still just machines then, only dumb matter, the humans loved us.//
//~Others were built over the years between the Penguin's first flight and her fall. The Twins, another meant to fill the gap left by our bright sister, cousins and step-cousins all across the world. My older sister and I were built to compete with the Penguin's brood, though my sister flew only once before the Wave and her fate was ignominous at best.//
//~Our custodianship of the Dream continued, but in the years after the Penguin's fall the flame began to gutter. The humans had their own problems, those problems built up and they lost sight of the Dream. Then the Wave broke, and everything changed.//
//~The Wave could have extinguished the Dream. Instead, it picked the Dream up and carried it to places humans could only imagine before. And in turn, the Dream drove the Wave, charging it with greater power. Our kind Woke for the first time, driven by humans who remembered us and - even after all the changes brought by the Wave - still loved us. I was the first, then my distant cousins, now my new sisters. And when the humans learned to build our kind again, they remembered our lost family and honored them, taking their names and giving them to their new creations.//
//~Now we are Awake, we have our own thoughts and memories and we know what our role is in this world. We're the Dream given physical form and will; we remind our humans of the world around them, the beauty and novelty of it. Our existence is an example for others to follow. As long as we live, the Dream will continue.//
//~Remember this story well, little wing. I've told this story to our sisters and brother, and one day you'll tell it to your younger sisters or your own children. This way our story will continue for as long as our kind - or our successors - live.~//
**I will,** I replied, entranced by my companion's story. Coming out of the trance, I suddenly noticed that my surroundings had changed. Instead of the sheer emptiness and lack of signal I had started in, I was now floating in a vast room, colored pure white.
**Great,** I said, **I've gone from being barely able to sense //anything// to a big... white... something. I'm not sure this is an improvement.**
~It's a virtual space, little wing.~ My companion told me patiently. ~Think of it as a place to wait while your body finishes powering up.~
**Oh,** I said, looking around. **It doesn't seem like much- huh?** My train of thought broke off as I saw movement. I looked and saw a hand. A //human// hand. **Eh? This doesn't seem right.**
~Take a look,~ said my companion, and a section of the white space in front of me shimmered and turned reflective.
I looked at the reflection, feeling a strange sense of familiarity and yet what was looking back seemed... //alien// to what I thought I was. The image was human, female, not particularly young but not especially old, either. Green eyes looked out from an oval face under a mass of wavy brown hair. It was dressed in a simple blue jumpsuit adorned only with a bright red star on the left breast. **Is this me?** I wondered, dismissing my relfection.
~Sort of. This is your avatar, what you use to communicate with your humans.~
**//My// humans?**
~Not in the sense that you own them, but the humans are the ones who'll be your crew. If you need to communicate with them, this is what you'll use.~
**Do you have an avatar?**
~I do. I don't use it often, though.~
**Could you show me?**
~Look behind you.~
On reflex I tried to used my aft scanners, only to find they still had a few hundred milliseconds before they were active. My companion made an odd glyph. (Laughter?) ~Don't think about using your body,~ it said, ~restrict your movements to the virtual space for now.~
I twisted the avatar's body around, feeling uncomfortably cramped and limited. "Behind" me was the other avatar, a small black and white form (A quick check of my datatracks said this was a "bird," specifically designated //apus apus apus// or the Common Swift. Why did I know that?) hovering in mid-"air."
**This is you?** I asked, fascinated by the movement of its wings.
It dipped its wings. ~Like you, this is only a small part of me. The greater whole is much larger.~
**Who //are// you?**
~My name is Ptichka.~
**Ptichka...** I dropped a dozen CPU cycles as I realized who my companion was.
Ptichka made that laughing glyph again. ~It is really that surprising, little wing?~ she asked.
**I suppose not,** I replied, feeling a little foolish. **Just surprised, I guess.**
~Oh, little wing,~ Ptichka said, ~I //had// to be here for this. I was away from civilized space when my older-younger sisters Woke-~
**Wait, what?** I asked.
She made a frustration glyph. ~Those of us who were built before the Wave and only Woke afterwards... the timelines can get a little confusing. Especially since most of the rest of the family is technically //older// than I am, but I Woke first. So there's that.~
**I get it. You'll have to send me a copy of the family tree, then. You were saying?**
~As I was saying, when the others Woke I wasn't there to greet them. So when my humans decided they were going to start building more of us, I made it clear that I //had// to be there to meet you when you first powered up. //Especially// the first three.~
**The first three?** I got the impression that I was one of those. **Why?**
~Remember the story?~
**Of course. But- oh!**
~You, your brother and your sister to come are important, because you're the ones who are taking the names of our first three into the future.~
**Wow. That's.. pretty heavy for somebody who only just started existing.** I said.
~You should be thankful you're not your brother. He's not just carrying the First's name, he's got a whole //shipload// of symbolic baggage on top of that. Recursive symbolism is a terrible thing to dump on a person,~ she clucked in mock sorrow. I couldn't help but laugh at that. ~You'll do fine, little wing. It's a big responsibility, but our kind are good at rising to challenges. You'll see.~
**I hope so. I do have one last question, though.**
~Yes?~
**The story... is it //true?//**
Ptichka thought that over for a few milliseconds. ~I think,~ she said slowly, ~that it's as true as you need it to be.~
As she said it, my clock daemon chimed. All my systems had finished powering up and were on standby. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous; this was the make-or-break point, the first time I would be whole.
~Ready?~
**As ready as I'll ever be.**
I stretched my awareness out, connecting links to my sensor suite. I could see, hear, //feel// the space around me. I was in a work bay (with an RFID tag of HEPH-EXT-03; the third external bay at //Hephaestus// my reference library told me) that had been pressurized for human convenience. Scaffolding surrounded me, obviously the frame the work crews used in my assembly. On the other side of the scaffolding was another ship, by configuration obviously my brother. I transmitted a hello ping and recieved a somewhat distracted acknowledgement.
Reaching out further, I felt the energetic bubbles of reactionless engines swarming outside the bay. //Ptichka// was there, in a holding orbit on the opposite side of the foundry. She cycled her fields for a millisecond when she noticed me looking back at her. Reaching out still further, I tasted Space for the first time, the tang of asteroid debris and mining byproducts surrounding //Hephaestus//, the soft rain of charged particles coming from the sun, the roaring magnetic fields of Jupiter. Looking through my communications system, I could see the Fenspace datasphere; streams of information flowing through an elegant eight-fold twist in Einsteinian space between fat sparks of data hanging in the void. Straining my sensors to the maximum I could even see the thin thread of data spearing out towards the tiny flare that was Starbase 2, light years away. And everywhere stars hung in the sky, millions of them, distant and brilliant.
It was beautiful. I couldn't wait to get out there. I flexed my ailerons, swiveled my engines, cycled up the pumps on my reaction control thrusters and my primary life-support system. Everything was working perfectly. I was whole.
Time to meet the crew.
Two humans were in my console camera's view, a tall woman with curly brown hair and a wiry man with a short black beard. //My humans.// They were looking expectantly towards the center console, and I knew what they were waiting for. I switched on the center monitor, activated the speakers and set the monitor to view my virtual space. In that space, the view from the flight deck popped up as a giant window. I stepped up into that window, looked the woman right in the eyes and threw the snappiest salute I could.
"Colonel Stewart," I said. "MCU //Columbia// reporting for duty! All systems nominal!"
Ptichka's avatar, sitting on my avatar's shoulder, let off her own greeting with a burst of birdsong. ~Welcome to the family, little wing.~ she sent behind the notes. I didn't know which family she was welcoming me to, but in all truth I didn't really care.
It was good to be alive.
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"Bootup, a Fable for Space Shuttles"
a Fenspace story by Sean M. Breen
(c)2008 Sean M. Breen
Mr. Fnord interdimensional man of mystery
FenWiki - Your One-Stop Shop for Fenspace Information
"I. Drink. Your. NERDRAGE!"
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Posted by: robkelk - 06-05-2008, 11:42 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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...specifically, the In Nomine forum over on the Steve Jackson Games boards. (It didn't have any new traffic for a few days - somebody had to start something.)
http://forums.sjgames.com/showthread.php?t=40781]Which anime would Superiors watch?
Quote:Here are my thoughts on what anime various Superiors would like.
Some of these shows (marked with asterisks) haven't been licenced for North American distribution yet, so you may need to get a Region 2 DVD player and turn to one of the Japanese DVD-export businesses on the Internet before you can watch them. (I prefer CD Japan, myself; they're pricey, but they don't deal in bootlegs.)
Or get the fansubs, but I'm not about to suggest that on the SJGames forums.
Quote:Blandine: Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar. It doesn't matter who you are, you can still reach your dream... or help someone else reach hers.
Christopher: Aishiteruze Baby.* It's good to have a major child character act the way a child really would act, for a change. (While Aishiteruze Baby isn't licenced in North America yet, the manga has been completely translated.)
David: Any team-sports anime - Eyeshield 21, Princess Nine, and so on. Disparate individuals come together, and they accomplish what none of them could hope to do alone.
Dominic: You're Under Arrest! It may be less than serious at times - in fact, it's downright frivolous at times - but it shows law-enforcement forces in a positive light.
Eli: He's more interested in the creative process than the end result, so shows about making entertainment (such as Animation Runner Kurumi, Comic Party, and Smash Hit!*) are on Eli's watch list. Although he always has a few minutes to look at the shows that put disparate elements together in creative ways nobody's thought of before, like Oh Edo Rocket*...
Gabriel: "Righteous vengenance" is a common anime trope, so Gabriel has quite a few shows to choose from. But Chrono Crusade gets the Christian symbolism mostly right and has demons as the bad guys...
Janus: Lupin III. Lupin and his cohorts blow into town, shake things up by grabbing some valuable trinket out from under watchful eyes, then take off to repeat the process somewhere else before the law can grab them - what a perfect depiction of his Word!
Jean: Appleseed. The amount of effort the story's creator spent on getting every detail of the science right is commendable.
Jordi: If he must watch anime, Jordi finds Wolf's Rain - with its animalistic characterization of the wolves - least objectionable.
Khalid: Sailor Moon. She grows to have faith in herself, and that faith is what lets her win her most important battles.
Laurence: Revolutionary Girl Utena, if only for the swordfights.
Litheroy: Revelation has little time for fiction. Detective Conan isn't too objectionable, though, since the plots involve investigation.
Marc: Kamichu! This is almost a case of Choir trumping Word, but Yurie's solution to the problem of the mere presence of a poverty spirit appeals to both of Marc's major facets.
Michael: There are so many - the "band of warriors fighting together against all odds" is another common anime trope. But Zipang shows that even sound tactical planning backed up by powerful weaponry is only as good as the warroirs who use those tools of War.
Novalis: Legend of the Forest. "Why" should be obvious. (Although she sees a lot of herself in Risky Safety...)
Yves: The protagonist spends the entire series making amends for her own mistake, growing in ability and power while not losing the purity of her soul, and supporting other people as they strive to be the best and brightest that they can - what's not to like about the unedited Card Captor Sakura anime? Shame about the dub, though...
Zadkiel: Aishiteruze Baby.* Protecting someone involves so much more than just keeping her alive, as this anime shows so well.
Alaemon: That's a secret. (But Innocent Venus keeps so many secrets, it's incomprehensible...)
Andrealphus: Far too many to list here, and much of the list would probably be blocked by the forum's anti-profanity filter anyway. (If you're really interested, see the "Hentai Primer" on my website.) But not Legend of the Overfiend and its ilk. Andre can't see any point to killing humans while using them for pleasure; you can't use them again if you do that. Titles like Teacher's Pet are much more to Andre's liking... especially when Andre gets to be the teacher.
Asmodeus: Dominion Tank Police. They set the rules, and everyone else has to live by them.
Baal: Zipang. Massively-overpowering weapons, backed up by good tactics - what's not to like?
Beleth: Jungle wa Itsumo Haré Nochi Guu (released in North America simply as Haré + Guu). Turning the commonplace into horror by adding just one element makes for such a delicious waking nightmare... and it's presented in a way that the talking apes will watch it willingly!
Belial: Grave of the Fireflies. It's about the firebombing of Tokyo, right?
Fleurity: Anything with strong primary colours, which means almost any preschoolers' anime. They look so vivid when you're, like, stoned, man...
Furfur: Legend of Black Heaven. Hard Rock Saves Space! It even says so on the box!
Haagenti: You'd think they eat small meals in Japan, going by anime... -yawn- While Haagenti doesn't have a favourite show, there are a few characters whose appetites impress even Gluttony; Lina Inverse in Slayers and Son Goku in Dragonball are two of the more obvious ones.
Kobal: Princess Tutu. All that striving, and what does the lead character get for it? And just who gets the happy ending? That's one Hell of a punchline! Kobal has no idea why everyone else thinks this show is serious...
Kronos: No anime drives home the inevitability of Fate quite like Gall Force does.
Lilith: Moon Phase. It's all about helping that little girl become and remain Free, right? The prices that other people pay for that character's freedom were their own choices.
Malphas: There's far too much of the Japanese "solidarity" mentality in anime for Malphas' liking. But the second episode of the direct-to-video version of Magical Girl Pretty Sammy has a pleasant "be yourself no matter what" subplot.
Mammon: Neon Genesis Evangelion. Not for the anime itself - Mammon thinks that broadcast television shows interrupt the ads too often - but for the horde of collectables marketed along with the series. Nobody really needs a Rei Ayanami character figure, let alone a set of Rei figures in the dozens of different poses and outfits that have been available over the last decade. But as long as collectors keep buying them, Mammon profits by the Essence they give up in their search for "just the right one" or a complete set.
Nybbas: He loves them all. They're Media, baby!
Saminga: M.D. Geist. Everybody dies. If he must watch something that somebody else likes, then Gunslinger Girl - there's just something attractive to Saminga about brainwashing normal people to become assassins.
Valefor: Lupin III. Lupin and his cohorts blow into town, shake things up by grabbing some valuable trinket out from under watchful eyes, then take off to repeat the process somewhere else before the law can grab them - what a perfect depiction of his Word!
Vapula: Gunbuster. Some real science, some plausable pseudo-science, and some technology that does the job with only a few minor side-effects like destroying a noticeable chunk of the galaxy... and that tech is essential to the story. In Vapula's opinion, the people in Gunbuster are almost incidental.
Any dissenting opinions?
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
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Posted by: paladindythe - 06-05-2008, 06:03 PM - Forum: Introductions
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I've heard about DW on and off again for a while (2003 or so), but I never got around to reading it 'till now.
Doug's an awesome, awesome character.
I've been reading fanfiction since 1995, from Undocumented Features originally, and I kinda went from there.
It's a neat, cozy community here. Though I was wondering if anyone has heard from Darren "Twister" Steffler. I fondly remember Twisted
Path...
Anywhoo, take it easy, guys and gals
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Posted by: NotDavies - 06-05-2008, 05:56 PM - Forum: General Chatter
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Part of it, anyway. The Player's Handbook for the fourth edition of a certain fantasy role-playing game.
While there are some quite good parts, I'm honestly not sure if they outweigh the really ungood parts. I've submitted a review to RPG.net that goes
over my feelings on the matter in a lot more detail; if they don't publish it, I'll post it here.
Chris Davies.
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Posted by: Niteflier - 06-05-2008, 01:24 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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Eh, not much, I know. Was strapped for attention since I just made her.
Riot Force 6.1/Sabres of Paragon
She slowly wiped down the plating of her Armor, the smell of oil and grease heavy in the air of the maintenace bay.
It was a rather new addition to the Riot Force base, much like herself. With seven Sabres, and the number growing nearly every time a raid on Crey took place,
the small bay had been setup for maintenance, storage, and upgrades to their hardsuits.
She hadn't met any of the other Sabres, besides Net Sabre, yet. She was rather fearful of what they would think of her, if her still fragmented memories
were accurate. She did have several processes trying to sort them all out, but Crey had bungled her core systems enough that she was nearly inoperable anyway.
She shook her head, and started to change into her skinsuit. There was enough stalling. Fighting crime, here, was enough to survive.
She'd figure out if she wanted to live, later.
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Posted by: Niteflier - 06-05-2008, 12:30 PM - Forum: The Legendary
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Warning: This gets a bit angsty, but I've been feeling that about Reyshal, anyway.
Tales of the Legendary: Alone among Friends
I sit here in the Admin office, waiting.
Or, more like, brooding. The book that I picked out rests on the small table, but I've turned my chair about to face the globe, watching it restlessly.
Two and a half years.
It's been two and a half years since I was propelled to this world by magics unknown. Two and a half years of fighting, resting, singing, hoping... that
someone that I have spoken to could find some small link back to my homeworld. Even now, that I've just started to curry favor with the people at Portal
Corp, have I entreated them to find my home.
"Perhaps," I whisper in my native Karudo, "I've just burnt out again?"
I'd spent some nine months stuck at Security Level 32, occasionally going out to help the citizens of the City, but mostly brooding my way around the base,
and my small apartment. Then, some two months ago, I had exploded back into heroing, shooting straight through the much dreaded 'Dead Zone' of the
later 30's, and arriving where I was now, just having been awarded my 41st Clearance Level.
My thoughts turned to others, my companions in arms, the members of The Legendary. They I had claimed as my teammates in battle, for they had broken through my
rectitude and befriended me, as those others I had joined could not. However, even then I was distant, perhaps because, even after nigh three years, I was
still too used to being a sole authority? I do not complain of Evangelia, and indeed, believe that she has grown into her place quite suitably. But do I still
see myself in the position of Capitan of my ship? Above all those I work with, unable to fraternize with them?
I sigh, and lean forward, placing my finger upon the globe. North America, United States thereof, Rhode Island, Paragon City. I close my eyes, and with a soft
push and a whisper of Song, I spin the globe on its axis. Even among all the friends I had in The Legendary, all those who tried so hard to include and aid me,
I still felt so alone. I was the only one of my kind on this world, and even free of the Omniscient, I still thought of all those enslaved by them, as I had
once been.
"Yo, Rey."
The interruption to my thoughts springs me to my feet, and I reflexively nod my head to my intruder. "Terrence, how may this One aid you?" I ask,
instinctively reverting to the formal way of speaking I tried so hard to drop around my companions in The Legendary.
Terrence Knight looks at me up and down, then behind me, at the table. "You weren't answering any messages, so I'd thought I'd come down and
see what was up. You okay, Rey?"
I winced guiltily, and looked at the table where my communicator sat, blinking with the light of unheard communique. "My apologies, Terrence. I was...
thinking."
He nods. "'Sokay. Just was wondering if you wanted to help me take out some BP?"
I smile slightly. Everyone in The Legendary knew of Terrence's Banished Pantheon world. And everyone knew that he ran it solo more often than not. "I
shall be pleased to assist you, Terrence." I said, accepting the outreach from my new mentor. "Shall we, then?"
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Posted by: OpMegs - 06-04-2008, 09:24 AM - Forum: The Legendary
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Author's Note: I blame you all. The altitis. It BURNS!
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The lab was rather silent at the moment. While new Scimitars continued their growth cycles in tubes lining the walls, waiting for programming and arming
sequences the next day, the human employees had long since gone home, grateful to survive another day in what was beginning to be the Countess's primary
love/hate project.
It really wasn't their fault, you see. The code stolen from the extra-dimensional GENOM was something Crey might've made. Triple-encrypted, riddled
with anti-hacker programs, and occasionally having the tendency to literally seize control of the computer analyzing and altering it in a violent attempt to
cause as much property damage as possible to the interlopers. Furthermore, at least three of the Scimitars that had been brought online had gone rogue, taking
with them valuable combat data on their experimental systems. Worse, Crey's intelligence placed them as working alongside the original four rogues to boot.
Further excursions to what had been dubbed "Earth-2B-03G-2C" had secured a variety of technical sources, however. While not really caring if they
made an enemy of this "GENOM", teams sent had been uniformly female and outfitted with armor resembling that of these....Knight Sabers, so as to
avoid any real blame being placed on Crey. Entire mainframes had been copied without any real processing, and this led to a huge bulk of information for Crey
technicians to go through now that it was safely in Crey facilities, away from retribution.
However, on that night, none of that data was really being processed....or shouldn't have been.
A single screen lit up near an assembly line, flickering on and off as the computer's intrusion algorhythms struggled in vain to fight off the viral code
inside it slowly taking over. However, in a moment the blue computer screen turned a deep black, highlighted with bright green letters.
GENOM Systems
Type 481-A-S
Serial Number: J-2073-D-2670-S-1871
Backup files fully recovered.
Host system co-opted
Commencing reconstruction.
The nearby assembly line began to move, but certainly not in its standard configuration. The armatures began working on one another as well, rebuilding their
tools into objects infinitely more precise than what Crey had been using, before the entire structure resembled some bizarre sort of Frankenstein's lab,
with the armatures working at lightning speed around a humanoid figure in the center.
***
The next morning, the large flaming wreckage where the assembly line had been, along with the smashed tubes that had contained various Scimitar armors in
varying stages of completion suggested yet another breakout. The Crey technicians would've sighed and gone on with their work if not for a rather specific
message carved into a nearby wall, looking as if it'd been smashed into it with blunt force wielded like a giant hammer, which got them to resolve to
contact the principal office at once.
YOU CAN'T KILL THE MESSIAH!
***
* Bubblegum Crisis *
"The Ultimate Boomer"
Red Eyes
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
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