I'm okay with it for the most part, though I don't think there a Isolationist trait. Also you should probably have repugnant if your species is really ugly like you mention.
Stellaris Roleplay Thread
- Thread starter Joe Joerson
- Start date
-
We have updated our Community Code of Conduct. Please read through the new rules for the forum that are an integral part of Paradox Interactive’s User Agreement.
- Status
[I'm not sure if there's any rules in regards to the points considering this is just RP, but Very Strong requires 4 trait points. Consider Strong instead, if you want to keep intelligent.]
Alright I edited my post
. Thanks for the Advice and I will see you in RP Space !
The Ur-Quan send out a small Flotilla, Two Ur-Quan Dreadnoughts, Eight Vulpes Regime Escorts, and a singular construction ship to build an Outpost near Iuoccarian Meritocracy space to act as a small diplomatic base, and listening post. They do not inform anyone of their intentions.
[I should point out that the Ur-Quan are currently on a very defensive stance to pacifying this regio of space further as they are dealing with a conflict elsewhere that they refuse to share information of other than 'fighting a great evil'.]
[I should point out that the Ur-Quan are currently on a very defensive stance to pacifying this regio of space further as they are dealing with a conflict elsewhere that they refuse to share information of other than 'fighting a great evil'.]
The Shadow Empire picks up the transmission and the science officer that picked it up let out a sigh. He would have to report his finding to the Emperor who would not be pleased about the news. Now they had to deal with some other species that might want to threaten them although he had no fear the navy would take care of them. He got up and ran towards the Royal palace to report his findings.
A Few days later the Emperor of the Shadow Empire responded to the transmission. " This is Empire Azazel of the Shadow Empire. We Respect your wishs and your way of life. For we do not want to mingle with your kind or any other kind for that matter. As long as you can respect that we can be on good terms. We do not want anybody to enslave us or englightend us. We just want to be left alone in the galaxy and left to your own devices. Do you agree with me on this Auvohm " The Transmission was cut right after and the Emperor got up and went back to his Palace clearly shaken. He hated aliens and now he might have to deal with them
A Few days after the transmission.. A science ship was sent to Survey a nearby system hoping that nobody will be in it or on any of its planets.
The journey is 'long', given their position on the very edge of the galaxy. The worlds out here are cold, barren, or icy mostly. The recently commissioned listening posts spotted the Ur-Quan flotilla from some distance. Curious, about their neighbors - if not trusting, the Iuoccarians send a single Corvette to meet the Ur-Quan, which appears suddenly from a wormhole. The transmission is thusly. "We would have audience, outsiders." The transmission includes video, a stately Lion-like Auvohm is seen on screen.
Clink, clink, clink.
Percival Marshall swirled the Fruitopia Martini in his stained-glass cup, the genetically-modified flavor of every Terran-bred fruit combining into a unique tang and a horribly addicting aroma. Rapidly tapping his foot, he awaited the arrival of his shareholders. The next successors in the Carter and Dark bloodlines. Today was the day that MC&D, Ltd. made a fresh start in the galaxy. A lanky form materialized from the air, as Magnus Carter, PhD in Psionics, slowly formed from the Aether and made touchdown with the ground.
"Where's Nicole?" a metallic voice uttered out after stretching his legs. It seemed that Psionic transportation was tiring after various combat missions. Percival merely tilted a shoulder up and down. "Should be arriving shortly. Being a moderately influential popstar has it's...annoyances."
"How did hiding go for you?"
"Got into firefights and was almost assassinated, but other than that, peachy. Et toi?"
"About the same experiences, Marshall. Are our contacts in place? Are they ready?"
Percival got up from his chair and put one hand on his hip, looking out to their base of operations, Eboracum London. An entire planet which they economically wrestled and took over, puppet governors in every crevice. An electrical buzzing broke the tension, as a hovercraft vessel slowly descended from the sky, a decadent, fluorescent, and flamboyant platform with a striking redheaded woman with glowing contacts on full display slowly made her way down, lightly pouncing down onto the balcony. Her arm was wrapped up in glowing fabric, with what seeming to be a rusted statuette in her hand, bloodied.
"Nikki Storm. Or, Nicole Dark. How was the trip?" Percival cocked his head at her appearance. Definitely, the monthly thematic fashion choices were inspired. And nice to look at.
Nicole Dark, (known to the public as Nikki Storm) 5667th successor to the Dark bloodline, let down her hair, shaking it around. "Had to chase off some galactic agent. He caught me by surprise, shot me in the arm."
Percival glazed his eyes when he saw the sculpture. "Using Acquisitions already?" Magnus walked over and put up an arm, telekinetically hooking the statue and wrenching it into his own hands.
"I would've died if I didn't use it. Besides, this one causes amnesia and severe memory loss." The middle-aged man merely shook his head at the response. "Be more careful. Anyway, this won't take long. We all agree on our public reformation?" Percival inquired while taking out a dark box with three short needles facing outwards. "Then let's go. Release it."
At once, all three individuals pricked their skin with the needles, blood dripping inwards into the container. In surrounding star systems, robotic workers suddenly began to re-activate. Factories long since abandoned started up again. Contracting notices were outsourced towards thousands upon thousands of sleeper agents. The game had started once again. MC&D, Ltd, was about the play the game once again.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Strong signals and garbled transmissions would slam into every empire, heavily encrypted signals idly finding their way to political entities of all ethos and ideology.
Percival Marshall swirled the Fruitopia Martini in his stained-glass cup, the genetically-modified flavor of every Terran-bred fruit combining into a unique tang and a horribly addicting aroma. Rapidly tapping his foot, he awaited the arrival of his shareholders. The next successors in the Carter and Dark bloodlines. Today was the day that MC&D, Ltd. made a fresh start in the galaxy. A lanky form materialized from the air, as Magnus Carter, PhD in Psionics, slowly formed from the Aether and made touchdown with the ground.
"Where's Nicole?" a metallic voice uttered out after stretching his legs. It seemed that Psionic transportation was tiring after various combat missions. Percival merely tilted a shoulder up and down. "Should be arriving shortly. Being a moderately influential popstar has it's...annoyances."
"How did hiding go for you?"
"Got into firefights and was almost assassinated, but other than that, peachy. Et toi?"
"About the same experiences, Marshall. Are our contacts in place? Are they ready?"
Percival got up from his chair and put one hand on his hip, looking out to their base of operations, Eboracum London. An entire planet which they economically wrestled and took over, puppet governors in every crevice. An electrical buzzing broke the tension, as a hovercraft vessel slowly descended from the sky, a decadent, fluorescent, and flamboyant platform with a striking redheaded woman with glowing contacts on full display slowly made her way down, lightly pouncing down onto the balcony. Her arm was wrapped up in glowing fabric, with what seeming to be a rusted statuette in her hand, bloodied.
"Nikki Storm. Or, Nicole Dark. How was the trip?" Percival cocked his head at her appearance. Definitely, the monthly thematic fashion choices were inspired. And nice to look at.
Nicole Dark, (known to the public as Nikki Storm) 5667th successor to the Dark bloodline, let down her hair, shaking it around. "Had to chase off some galactic agent. He caught me by surprise, shot me in the arm."
Percival glazed his eyes when he saw the sculpture. "Using Acquisitions already?" Magnus walked over and put up an arm, telekinetically hooking the statue and wrenching it into his own hands.
"I would've died if I didn't use it. Besides, this one causes amnesia and severe memory loss." The middle-aged man merely shook his head at the response. "Be more careful. Anyway, this won't take long. We all agree on our public reformation?" Percival inquired while taking out a dark box with three short needles facing outwards. "Then let's go. Release it."
At once, all three individuals pricked their skin with the needles, blood dripping inwards into the container. In surrounding star systems, robotic workers suddenly began to re-activate. Factories long since abandoned started up again. Contracting notices were outsourced towards thousands upon thousands of sleeper agents. The game had started once again. MC&D, Ltd, was about the play the game once again.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Strong signals and garbled transmissions would slam into every empire, heavily encrypted signals idly finding their way to political entities of all ethos and ideology.
There is no response, but the general transmissional direction of the message is recorded, and noted by the Iuoccarians. Perhaps no news is good news?
One of the Ur-Quan Dreadnoughts transmits back to the Corvette with full video showing the many eyed Ur-Quan heads,
"Hear our words starship of the Iuoccarian Meritocracy, we have come to establish a diplomatic communications post near your territory. We hail from the Ur-Quan Hierarchy, and greet you Alien. You may address me as Lord 2351."
Transmission cuts off but the communications channel remains open.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE SHADOW DEMONS!?" Cried Crimwell.
" Do we even want to talk to a species that decide to go with a name like that?"
"sir the we must at least make contact with them, if nothing else."
"fine, but only to welcome into Galactic community and to see if want into the Galactic council"
" Do we even want to talk to a species that decide to go with a name like that?"
"sir the we must at least make contact with them, if nothing else."
"fine, but only to welcome into Galactic community and to see if want into the Galactic council"
The Auvohm lets out a hearty chuckle at the mention of 'lord', but decides to play along when he replies. "Lord 2351. You may refer to me as Juik, the assigned Diplomat for your species. We recognize your intentions to construct a diplomatic outpost, and will allow it under the circumstances. As a sign of good faith, we ask you transmit a file including your history and culture for our archives. We also request your armed forces return to your home star system. In return we guarantee the safety of this outpost so long as your intentions and actions align peacefully."
In a landslide victory, Yochol keeps her seat as President of the Meritocracy in the most recent election. The decision is made to begin truly expanding the dominion of the Meritocracy, and colonial ships are launched in the direction of suitable arctic worlds within the immediate vicinity of their home star.
A few days later the science Ship of the Shadow empire reports back that they have found life on a planet. Although the life on the planet appears to be rather non space faring and nothing more. A decision was sent to the science ship to study the creatures and then at a later date decide what to do with them.
A day later a transmission was intercepted with a greetings. The person never stated what race they were from and only that they wanted to welcome to the community and some council. The Emperor already knew his response when he responded to the transmission " Thank you for the welcome unknown creature of the universe. But please understand we do not want any more contact than a message at this time. Please do not come to my sector or my planets is that understood unknown creature ? Although I am not curious about what this Galactic council you speak of and what it stands for... Does it do anything for the galaxy ?. And what is it goals "
The Emperor then cut off transmissions again and let out a deep sigh. More Aliens to deal with ?. And what is worse.. They seem to already formed some sort of council which alarmed him.. He must know its purpose and if he could join it.. But be allowed to be away from everyone else.. He hated others and will not stand sitting next to a non Shadow Demon.
(Message to the Iuoccarian Meritocracy)
We of the alliance understand that do not wish for outsiders to enter you system. At the same time, it is opinion of the Alliance that trade ensures a prospering of the exchange of ideals as well as goods, While also allowing for strengthening of relations. It is with opinion that you allow us to set a Station either outside your system or within a neutral system nearby for the express reason of trade and diplomacy.
We of the alliance understand that do not wish for outsiders to enter you system. At the same time, it is opinion of the Alliance that trade ensures a prospering of the exchange of ideals as well as goods, While also allowing for strengthening of relations. It is with opinion that you allow us to set a Station either outside your system or within a neutral system nearby for the express reason of trade and diplomacy.
A reply is sent including the exact coordinates of the Ur-Quan listening post that's also nearby. "Play nicely. This system will be considered neutral. Militarization will not be tolerated. But otherwise, we agree."
" Well, that went as well as it usually does." Mused Crimwell, as he lean back into his chair.
"At least they aren't asking for sovereignty or tributes, like some of our neighbors."
Ello, I'm hoping to distract myself long enough for the game to release, and this seems like a fun game so far. Hopefully you don't mind me jumping in!
Species Name: Anirkiit
Species Adjective: Anirkii
Empire Name: League of Chartered Iskani Families and Companies (Iskan League)
Empire Adjective: Iskani
Phenotype: Avian
Traits: Nonadaptive, Nomadic, Intelligent, Charismatic
Ethos: Collectivist, Materialist, Xenophile
Government: Plutocratic Oligarchy
Homeworld: Iskan
Planet type: Arctic
Short Description of Species: A black and white avian species with fairly large dark colored eyes and brilliant colored face feathers, the Anirkii have somehow managed to thrive in a dark and cold enviroment. They also have small black beaks, and are actually rather small for a sentient species, leading to some issues in diplomacy until they break out the song-like chirps and warbles they use for communication.
Short Description of Empire and History: Living on a cold arctic world orbiting a red dwarf, the Anirkii experienced a life based around the family and community. They lived in small groups, accepting any newcomers with skills they did not possess, traveling far and wide for the next meal or trade deal. Slowly, trade deals and writing would form, great pacts causing a flourishing of society. The families which held key cities or held important resources would grow in power and come to accept other families into extented Families.
By the modern day, these families would unite into a single great league, setting prices and policies for the territory of every family. They now look out to the stars, hoping to find new people and new markets for the unique goods of the Anirkiit.
Species Adjective: Anirkii
Empire Name: League of Chartered Iskani Families and Companies (Iskan League)
Empire Adjective: Iskani
Phenotype: Avian
Traits: Nonadaptive, Nomadic, Intelligent, Charismatic
Ethos: Collectivist, Materialist, Xenophile
Government: Plutocratic Oligarchy
Homeworld: Iskan
Planet type: Arctic
Short Description of Species: A black and white avian species with fairly large dark colored eyes and brilliant colored face feathers, the Anirkii have somehow managed to thrive in a dark and cold enviroment. They also have small black beaks, and are actually rather small for a sentient species, leading to some issues in diplomacy until they break out the song-like chirps and warbles they use for communication.
Short Description of Empire and History: Living on a cold arctic world orbiting a red dwarf, the Anirkii experienced a life based around the family and community. They lived in small groups, accepting any newcomers with skills they did not possess, traveling far and wide for the next meal or trade deal. Slowly, trade deals and writing would form, great pacts causing a flourishing of society. The families which held key cities or held important resources would grow in power and come to accept other families into extented Families.
By the modern day, these families would unite into a single great league, setting prices and policies for the territory of every family. They now look out to the stars, hoping to find new people and new markets for the unique goods of the Anirkiit.
" AN UR-QUAN STATION! Will we even be allow on there before they decide to enslave or kill us." Said one Captains of the trade fleet of the Hou Kite company.
"Who knows, if doesn't work out, we can only hope that the Iuoccarian Meritocracy will be understanding and allow us to set our own station." Shrug another.
[If it wasn't clear, you can have your own nearby. Not specifically the Ur-Quan station.. Just in the same system.]
- Status