Post by HHDeception on Apr 1, 2015 1:36:36 GMT -6
Part One: cyoa-verse.boards.net/thread/118/lotus-space-colony-rp
Character Database: cyoa-verse.boards.net/thread/200/lotus-exogenesis-character-database
Discussion Topic: cyoa-verse.boards.net/thread/113/lotus-exogenesis-sign-discussion
Exogenesis, n.
1. A beginning caused by events outside our current system
2. The theory that life on this planet began on another
Year: 0 AD (After Drax)
News hit the Fantasia the same time the everyone else did did. A thousand ships appearing out of the darkness. Their volume matched that of a small moon, and in that space lay all that was left of two alien species. Arks, Colonies, and Armada Warships. Humans and Draxans. Together we went dark. We disappeared from the universe.
There were about two weeks of chaos. Two countries worth of Draxans survived, drawn from over sixty, each with their own ideas of what to do. Politics ran hot, and only the efforts of Fantasia Captain Jogan Rachnoff kept New Earth from being drawn into the fray. When the dust cleared and the weapons cooled, it was decided for us. We are now the United Armada, spear headed by General Cholin Saziran. His first priority: Destroy Omega. His first order: Utilize New Earth.
The Armada brought with them technology you could only see in dreams. They flushed out the Black Market within an hour, lined them up, and gave them all job offers to create weapons stronger than anyone could ever imagine. The LOTUS Experiments were next. Their humanity was unimportant. All that mattered was that they were the second strongest weapons in the universe, so they'd suffice as as starting point. At Captain Rachnoff's instance, and Miss Corsiva's pleading, the Experiments were given a choice. If they declined becoming part of the Armada, then their minds and memories would be duplicated and placed in a new synthetic body, allowed to return to being an ordinary human. Their old bodies would be forcibly deactivated and used for parts.
Deep cover only lasted a month. From this point on, we can hide no longer. Omega is coming, and when he catches us, he will kill us.
But first he must catch us.
Captain's Log
Date: N/A
The new LOTUS Experiments sleep soundly. They are the only species who do so in this time of crisis. Their chosen memories are being reinserted, and I hope they are indeed pleasant. But I fear their momentary reprieve is the last they will see for a long while. Sleep well, for if the General has his way, you will not be sleeping again. I dare not speak ill of our new leader, as I know he is wise beyond the impression he gives. But when his intent is to add fuel to the LOTUS fire, I can only see something getting burned.
This pocket dimension will last only another day. Once we re-enter the universe, we will become the hunted. For the first time in over two dozen millenia, our species will become prey. But I have faith in those twenty-four thousand years; that the Draxan race will not go quietly into that good night. As there is no longer a Forteza, it would be inappropriate for me to be patriotic. So I instead direct this sentiment to the very fiber of the Draxan people. We are strong in mind and body. We push the boundaries of what is possible. We dared to explore the unknown frontier of space, and have let nothing impede our path. We will not give up our birthright without a fight.
Miss Corsiva, I know you are reading this somehow, possibly even as I write this. Despite our differences in the past, I assure you that I will protect New Earth and the Humans until my dying breath, exactly as how I would protect my own kind. I say this not out of loyalty, but out of respect for you. Although my words may do little to sway you, I assure you that the burden is not yours alone.
- Jogan Rachnoff, Captain of the Fantasia, New Earth Ambassador
General's Log
Date: 0th Anniversary of Appointment.
To future me. Hello. This is past you. The you that just put himself in charge of his entire species. The you that will be in every history book for the next forever. The you that is now gloating because you beat a ****ing cosmic horror Golik God and became the greatest ****ing hero in the history of draxkind. You are now Jesus. A Badass Jesus. I bet you beat that mother****er to a pulp. A putrid pile of pulsating putty. I bet you came while doing it too. I wish I could see the smile on your face right now. I really do. I bet the glow in my tail makes the ladies faint at 30 paces.
Of course, I only know this because I know you. Because I am you. An awesome you (because you're awesome). I'm a you that knows that if you hadn't beaten the **** out of the glowing ****stain that killed everyone you know and destroyed your planet, you wouldn't be reading this. You'd be dead. Very dead. Or you'd be working your ****ing tail off to **** that ****er in the **** until he **** the **** out of existence. Because you are not going to sleep until the Draxan race is safe, and there is nothing in any universe that is going to stand in your way. Let planets be your tools. Let stars be your weapons. Galaxies will burn before the Draxans do. You are perfect because you have to be. You will not stumble, or fall, or hesitate. You will not stop for pain. You will not stop for mercy. And God help you, you will not stop to take care of Rachnoff's pets, regardless of what that LOTUS ***** would have you think.
If you've invented time travel, send victory cake.
Cholin Out.
Anthea's Diary
Date: Who cares.
Hi Captain. You're sweet. Be a dear and secretly leave Saziran some cake. It'll be funny. Trust me.
- Anthea Corsiva
Character Database: cyoa-verse.boards.net/thread/200/lotus-exogenesis-character-database
Discussion Topic: cyoa-verse.boards.net/thread/113/lotus-exogenesis-sign-discussion
Exogenesis, n.
1. A beginning caused by events outside our current system
2. The theory that life on this planet began on another
Year: 0 AD (After Drax)
News hit the Fantasia the same time the everyone else did did. A thousand ships appearing out of the darkness. Their volume matched that of a small moon, and in that space lay all that was left of two alien species. Arks, Colonies, and Armada Warships. Humans and Draxans. Together we went dark. We disappeared from the universe.
There were about two weeks of chaos. Two countries worth of Draxans survived, drawn from over sixty, each with their own ideas of what to do. Politics ran hot, and only the efforts of Fantasia Captain Jogan Rachnoff kept New Earth from being drawn into the fray. When the dust cleared and the weapons cooled, it was decided for us. We are now the United Armada, spear headed by General Cholin Saziran. His first priority: Destroy Omega. His first order: Utilize New Earth.
The Armada brought with them technology you could only see in dreams. They flushed out the Black Market within an hour, lined them up, and gave them all job offers to create weapons stronger than anyone could ever imagine. The LOTUS Experiments were next. Their humanity was unimportant. All that mattered was that they were the second strongest weapons in the universe, so they'd suffice as as starting point. At Captain Rachnoff's instance, and Miss Corsiva's pleading, the Experiments were given a choice. If they declined becoming part of the Armada, then their minds and memories would be duplicated and placed in a new synthetic body, allowed to return to being an ordinary human. Their old bodies would be forcibly deactivated and used for parts.
Deep cover only lasted a month. From this point on, we can hide no longer. Omega is coming, and when he catches us, he will kill us.
But first he must catch us.
Captain's Log
Date: N/A
The new LOTUS Experiments sleep soundly. They are the only species who do so in this time of crisis. Their chosen memories are being reinserted, and I hope they are indeed pleasant. But I fear their momentary reprieve is the last they will see for a long while. Sleep well, for if the General has his way, you will not be sleeping again. I dare not speak ill of our new leader, as I know he is wise beyond the impression he gives. But when his intent is to add fuel to the LOTUS fire, I can only see something getting burned.
This pocket dimension will last only another day. Once we re-enter the universe, we will become the hunted. For the first time in over two dozen millenia, our species will become prey. But I have faith in those twenty-four thousand years; that the Draxan race will not go quietly into that good night. As there is no longer a Forteza, it would be inappropriate for me to be patriotic. So I instead direct this sentiment to the very fiber of the Draxan people. We are strong in mind and body. We push the boundaries of what is possible. We dared to explore the unknown frontier of space, and have let nothing impede our path. We will not give up our birthright without a fight.
Miss Corsiva, I know you are reading this somehow, possibly even as I write this. Despite our differences in the past, I assure you that I will protect New Earth and the Humans until my dying breath, exactly as how I would protect my own kind. I say this not out of loyalty, but out of respect for you. Although my words may do little to sway you, I assure you that the burden is not yours alone.
- Jogan Rachnoff, Captain of the Fantasia, New Earth Ambassador
General's Log
Date: 0th Anniversary of Appointment.
To future me. Hello. This is past you. The you that just put himself in charge of his entire species. The you that will be in every history book for the next forever. The you that is now gloating because you beat a ****ing cosmic horror Golik God and became the greatest ****ing hero in the history of draxkind. You are now Jesus. A Badass Jesus. I bet you beat that mother****er to a pulp. A putrid pile of pulsating putty. I bet you came while doing it too. I wish I could see the smile on your face right now. I really do. I bet the glow in my tail makes the ladies faint at 30 paces.
Of course, I only know this because I know you. Because I am you. An awesome you (because you're awesome). I'm a you that knows that if you hadn't beaten the **** out of the glowing ****stain that killed everyone you know and destroyed your planet, you wouldn't be reading this. You'd be dead. Very dead. Or you'd be working your ****ing tail off to **** that ****er in the **** until he **** the **** out of existence. Because you are not going to sleep until the Draxan race is safe, and there is nothing in any universe that is going to stand in your way. Let planets be your tools. Let stars be your weapons. Galaxies will burn before the Draxans do. You are perfect because you have to be. You will not stumble, or fall, or hesitate. You will not stop for pain. You will not stop for mercy. And God help you, you will not stop to take care of Rachnoff's pets, regardless of what that LOTUS ***** would have you think.
If you've invented time travel, send victory cake.
Cholin Out.
Anthea's Diary
Date: Who cares.
Hi Captain. You're sweet. Be a dear and secretly leave Saziran some cake. It'll be funny. Trust me.
- Anthea Corsiva