The Synthetic Crusade

Alright. So, I've done a new game, that has been going better. I'm futher along then this, but this is all I've written for thus far.  Much less danger of getting flattened, essentially. And, as I didn't want to clutter the forum with a second post, I've just edied over this one. If that's bad forum, er, form, I apologize.  Besides, I feel the writing is better in this one anyway. So, as before, critisisms welcome:

The ruler of the Yor Collective was not pleased, though the Collective had generally done well.  Their race had thus far been incredibly fortunate.  A statistically unlikely twist of fate had placed their home system beside the Poseidon system, which sported two of the most fertile planets they had on record.  This left them with three pristine worlds, along with the less attractive Iconea V, tucked in the south-west corner of known space.  It had been quite for the Yor, and combine with these amble resources, they enjoyed a technological and economic boom that was helping them build the forces they needed for their long-term aims.  Their neighbors had been the Acereans and the Iconians.  This displeasure was for two reasons.  The fact that the Iconians somehow continued to not only exist, but also become a major power, was a factor. 

            The second, and more unpleasant, was that a group of organics calling themselves the Jagged Knife had seized several worlds across the galaxy.  While further splintering and fighting among the filthy organics was desirable, one of these worlds had been Iconea V.  The leadership of the Yor was now deciding how to go about getting it back

           

“Our evaluations show that this is not a crippling blow, though it is definitely non-optimal,” proclaimed RT-692, the primary economic advisor to N-1.

“However, the filthy organics seem to have neglected to defend it sufficiently.  We can have a fleet of transports ready to retake the world soon,” stated one of the military advisors. 

Taking a moment to process this information, N-1 studied the holographic map they were gathered around.  Indications were that thee Jagged Knife had also seized the Acerean world of Hammer II. 

“Retake our world.  Then prepare a second wave of transports, and another wing of attack ships. This situation may be used to seize an Acerean world without political consequence.”  At his word, the gathered Yor dispersed eager to waste no time.

The leader of the Yor Collective was pleased.  This was a shift in his thought processes, as the news from Iconea V had been grim.  It seems that between the resistance of the Yor on that world, and the collateral damage from the assault, many of the colonists had been lost on that world.  This was most inefficient.

Now, however, the Collective leadership was monitoring the assault on Hammer II.  The attack involved three transports, with two more waiting in order to mop up if the initial landing went poorly, as well as two wings of Reaper attack craft.  When they arrived, they found the Acereans had already gotten two transport ships there.  The lowly organics were apparently not planning on dealing with the Jagged Knife assault frigate orbiting their former world.  They simply sat in space, flaunting their inefficiency as if solely for the amusement of the Yor.

The first wing of Reapers, consisting of three of the small, beautifully angular craft made short work of the frigate, hacking it apart with their beam weapons, only losing one ship to its missiles This was less efficient then it could have been, but clearly superior to the dirty fleshbags sitting in their transports.  The first wave of transports was right behind them, making planet fall before the Acereans could, forcing them to sit back and watch the slaughter. 

            The aids gathering in the war-room with N-1 gave the leadership updates on the invasion’s progress as no less then 10 different screens simultaneously played before them.  The Yor drank this information in with little effort, processing it with the power only something made of wires and metal can.  N-1 found himself paying special attention to the combat screens, admiring the efficiency and thoroughness with which his troops crushed the Jagged Knife troops. 

            The colonists of Hammer II had been less displeased at the shift in leadership then those of Iconea v, and so many of the troops before them were Acereans.  This made the fighting a little more difficult, but also added the benefit of allowing them to consider it as a simulation for the eventual invasion of Acerea.  Based on this data, it would be a ‘cakewalk,’ as the organics would say. 

            Acrid green gas billowed through the streets of Hammer II, causing sever pain and weakness in the organics that were engulfed in it.  These panicked, debilitated troops then were treated to the sight, assuming their eyes had not yet liquefied, of gleaming Yor troops marching through the fog, crushing any resistance.  It was not so much that they were causing such pain and death that pleased the Yor leadership.  It was that they were doing so damn efficiently.  It was especially pleasing to see the weakened enemy attempt to barricade themselves into buildings, only to have a single Yor solider smash through their feeble fortifications.

            “Once the last of the enemy is neutralized, and their population dealt with, we will bring in more colonists, as well as infrastructure to begin reproduction.  The colony should begin manufacturing citizens as soon as we establish enough control to distribute the Holy Spark.” 

            “Excellent.  Once Hammer II is secure and redesigned, order our shipyards to prepare for war with the Acereans.  They should pose no threat, based on their former colonies performance today,’ ordered N-1, “today we have taken the first step towards a better galaxy.”  With these orders, the Yor went to work, reprioritizing the battle reports as secondary.  That battle, like the eventual cleansing of the organics, was already won; it would just take time.

 

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Sounds intresting...watchout for the Drath,though. Those guys are tough!
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well, that was embarasing. I managed to get the Drengin on me and pretty much got overrun. Lessons learned: Write AAR's AFTER you get far enough in that you can avoid being smushed :P

edit: hopefully this new one is more interesting :P
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Sorry to here that. this AAr is totally awsome and stuff, so I hope the next one will be to. It would be interesting to see the game difficulty and pictures would be nice to.

Again very cool. :CONGRAT: 
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Ok, next update. Difficulty is actually rather low >.> Only whatever the level over beginner was. Seem to be getting a better handle on it as I go. As for screenshots, I can't figure out how ;P Printscreen didn't work, as far as I can tell. Otherwise I'd love to throw some in here. Also, no more updates for a few days, as I'm going to be out of town. Meanwhile though, more in the sstyle of the last, hope it's interesting:


N-1 was very busy. After a month or so of consolidating their new colonies, building more ships, and research, the Yor were almost ready to assault Acerea. This was fortunate, because tensions between them had been running high ever since the victory on Hammer II. While the Acereans were certainly no friends of the Jagged Knife, they were appalled with the wholesale slaughter of the colony’s citizens, and angry at the lost opportunity to take it back.

Numerous advances had been made during this month, including the development of practically sized deflectors and the first mid-sized ships built for war. The new Optimal class cruisers, which were the first ships capable of packing decent firepower and the deflectors, were incorporated into the Reaper wings for destroying Acerea’s navy.

Unfortunately, a recent United Planets ruling outlawed sneak attacks and forced warring parties to move warships to neutral ground after war was declared. This meant the Yor had to adjust their plans. Rather then storm their homeworld before they could react, the Yor were forced to line up ships at the border and prepare to make an opening. In addition, Hammer II was still within Acerean borders, though not by far. What this meant was that war would have to be declared, and then a defensive line quickly formed around Hammer II before going on the offensive.

N-1 and his military specialists were monitoring the situation as the fleet made its first push into Acerean space. The war was publicly declared just a few days ago, and the first fleet had settled into orbit just beyond Hammer II. It had been quiet, so far, but the first wave of enemy ships had just appeared on scans. A few fighters had settled in around the homeworld, and single attack craft stared approaching the fleets. The second and third fleets rushed in and started engaging.

“Status report, second fleet”, queried N-1.

“Facing light resistance thus far, the Optimal-class ships are performing as expe………Fleet 3 reporting trouble!” reported one of the comm-stations. This was especially concerning, as it was the only one without one of the new cruisers. “Bringing up telemetry and visuals…”

Battle data for that group moved to the forefront of the displays, and showed a rather concerning picture. The Yor ships were battling two equal sized Acerean ships, with two smaller fighters closing in as well. The Yor were fighting had, but they were definitely outnumbered.

“We shall succeed. Our greater firepower evens the statistical odds,” encouraged the squad leader, ‘besides…we fly better then meat.” Pulling off maneuvers that would have strained an organic, the Yor succeeded in knocking out the larger enemy ships, though one of their own imploded and the squad leader had deep laser scars in his vessel. They had no time to relax though, as the fighters were on them soon after.

“The statistical odds are now even more in our……..” That is when the fighters bisected the squad leader’s cockpit. He did, however, get off a shot on one of them first, and this allowed the last Yor ship to outlast its smaller opponents, though not by much.
“Command to L5-X, status report.”

“Intact, though damaged. Enemies destroyed, heavy casualties sustained. Request return to base.”

“Affirmative. Return for repairs, we will have reinforcements for you when you return.”

On the war raged for a few weeks, as the Acereans threw their troops into the meat-grinder that was the Yor military machine. In a desperate move, they tried to rush a fleet of troopships around the Yor lines, but were unfortunate enough to run into the newly rebuilt Third Fleet.

The war ended rather anticlimacticly. N-1 ordered the troopships landing on Acerea to use mass drivers on the planet before invasion. It was less efficient in terms of infrastructure salvaging, but more efficient in terms of troop usage. In the end, The Acerean’s warrior tradition and fighting spirit was pounded into the dirt from orbit, most of them being denied the honorable deaths they would have been glad to die. In the name of beautiful, brutal machine efficiency.



“N-1, the last of the Acereans have been mopped up. Their only remaining hold is Kilwas II. Kilwas IV is occupied by the Iconians, but they have made no signs of coming to their aid,” reported the chief military advisor, “we can invade whenever we’re ready.”

“There is some risk, however,” chimed in the diplomatic liaison. His job essentially involved specialized knowledge of the soft, squishy organic masses that festered across the galaxy, and anticipating their moves. “Most simulations show that if we make an outright assault and cleansing, the other organics will react in a non-optimal fashion. While they can accept our actions thus far, any further aggression may spark a wider war. As of yet, the fleshbags combined strength is too great to risk it. If we hold off, and simply menace them and destroy anything they send into orbit, they will cave on their own, in the hope we don’t butcher them.”

“That assemsent,’ agreed the military advisor, “while I would prefer to be rid of them, it would be more efficient to allow the citizens of the colony to survive, if they can make themselves useful. We can simply dispose of them later, when we no longer need their labor. Till then, the short-sighted fools are likely to be cooperative.”

N-1 processed this. “Keep pressure on them. Meanwhile, we shall abstain from conflict to fortify our new positions and shore up our military.”

A few weeks later, the citizens of Kilwas II overthrew their leaders and sent transmissions to the orbiting Yor, promising their service and cooperation for their continued existence.
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Interesting to see it from a Yor perspective. :D

Kzinti empire2.JPG Sentient species taste better...
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New update! Less pew pew in tihs one, but still alot going on nontheless. As always, critisisms welcome:


N-1 was up to his optic sensors in economic reports. Shortly after the People of Hammer II turned themselves over, the Yor Collective entered a period of isolation lasting several years. In addition to recuperating after the war, and integrating their new colonies, several galaxy wide issues pressured them to abstain from war.

The first was the tax on warring nations imposed by the U.P. The second was a series of galactic recessions and bouts of low morale. These factors combined to make war almost unfeasible from a financial perspective. Instead, N-1 shifted the Collective’s focus to developing new technologies and expanding their revenue.

It took several years for these galaxy wide problems to fade, but the Yor managed to come out of the other side financially stable, with new levels of production and revenue. Several small wars broke out among the other races during this time, mostly out of desire for more room and access to precious resource outposts. During this period, the other races ask the Yor to step in repeatedly, but their isolationist policies and focus on retooling their own economy cause them to refuse all these wars. This has the side effect of drawing much trade to Yor space, as they gain a reputation as a sort of safe haven for these freighters, boosting the Yor economy further.

The final reason for the Yor’s isolation is much more complicated. Their society was changing. At the dawn of their race, they had simply had no conscience. They never understood why the weak organics refused to do the most effective things. Now, however, their exposure to the other races was teaching them things. Most Yor now began to understand what choices were perceived good and what was evil. Throughout this isolationist period, the Yor were, more or less, soul searching. They were coming to grips with this new perception. Most of the galaxy thought this would be a good thing, redemption for the Yor. Many hopefuls prepared to welcome the Yor as lost brothers, thinking beings who were now just finding their heart. The Yor would learn empathy and love; they just needed to be shown the way.

In the final two years of this relative, calm for the Yor, the galaxy at large breaks out in a series of larger wars. The Krynn consulate and the Korax had been at war for a while, and it had remained a purely regional affair for the most part. That changed when the war abruptly turned in the favor of the Kyrnn. They had been gaining in power slowly, though most of the other powers did not give it much thought. Even the Yor prioritized it rather low, as the Krynn were on the other side of known space. That also changed as the Korax found themselves being rapidly overrun by Consulate ships, their lines scattered and broken. At the war’s abrupt end, the Krynn held more territory then any except the Yor.

The Yor took very much interest as the war expanded. Frightened by the Krynn’s newfound strength, their neighbors and their allies went to war. Their neighbors, the Terran, Drengin, and Drath, as well as the Iconians, declare war. For a time, they push them back, but the Krynn eventually force the allied forces to a standstill. Terrans, Drath, and Iconians make peace. Several months later, Drengin surrender, and hand over their territories to the Terrans, their longtime allies. In the midst of all this, the Yor quietly muster for invasion of the Iconians.

N-1 was buried in economic reports today, because the Collective leadership was reviewing their economic status one final time before making the final preparations to invade. New technologies have been perfected, including plasma weapons and advanced shield technologies, and so the existing ships are being refit to the latest versions. Plans are being made, with the Yor hoping to secure a morale resource starbase quickly, and with defensive pickets being moved into position. The Iconians have several allies, and the Yor are planning to avoid hold them back until the Iconians have been dealt with and they are in a position to demand the others back off. The Torians and Drath have gone to war, so the Yor are hoping they will be too busy killing each other to aid the Iconians.

N-1 finishes wadding through the data. “We are prepared to settle our long score with the Iconians. Their sovereignty is a testament to our failure to destroy them in the distant past. We shall soon erase that mistake.” There were cheers throughout the command room.

The Yor had learned the difference between evil and good. They had learned to feel the pain of others. The had finally overcome the one thing preventing them from joining the galaxy as peaceful neighbors. Everything the hopeful, starry-eyed optimists had heralded had come true. It came through in ways they had never imagined.

The Yor were hardwired to do three things. Work together. Be efficient. Hate. They learned to feel and understand the difference between good and evil. They simply found the latter more effective. They learned that charity always involved a net loss to the Collective. Their newfound empathy added new pleasure to killing organics. Before, it was simply the most effective way to control a world, and a fulfillment of their hardwired programming. With empathy, they learned to enjoy it. Instead of being redeemed, the Yor went from being cold monstrosities to creatures from the darkest nightmares.

The metallic legions, careful, through, and relentless, were eager as ever to conquer the dirty, frail creatures of flesh and blood. They were no less patient, no less strong, and no less efficient. They still had no mercy for the vanquished, no regret, no second thoughts, and no less hate. The only difference was that now, they would enjoy it much, much more.
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A smaller post this time, as I'm just owrking through the backlog of things I need to cover to catch up with recent events. Please let me know if it sucks, as thats the sort of thing I should work on. :P


The Yor command room is bustling, as the machines swarm and chatter, sharing information at ridiculously swift rates. The war had been going for less then 3 days, but it had already escalated. Quickly after the Yor announced their intentions, the Terrans, Torians, and Drath had pledged to aid them, as well as some minor group calling itself the “I-League.”

Geographically, the Torians and Terrans were separated from the Yor by a wide swath of empty, Yor controlled space to the north of their holdings. This gulf and the difficulties other races had traveling through the little explored, for them, Yor territories meant they were less of an immediate concern. A wing of cruisers and two wings of attack craft would be sufficient to hold them, not to mention the fact that the Torian military was lagging behind the modern standards.

The Drath, on the other hand, were in a much better position to help the Iconians, with their territories located just beyond their home system, to the northeast. They would be able to give the Iconians significant help if allowed time to get to the lines. This was why the Yor strategy would be to blitz the Iconians, and attempt to leave the Drath little to reinforce.

“Northern fleets report that they have seized the Iconian mining base in our northern borders. No sign of Terran interference yet. Eastern fleets reporting that they are nearly upon the Iconian homeworlds. Two economy bases destroyed on that front. No losses thus far,” announced one of the coordinators.

There was little chance of losing to the Iconians, as the elder race had wasted much of its resources aiding in the war against the Krynn, and had fallen behind the Yor in both production and technology. The real concern was the other races. The Terrans controlled a sizable swath of space, and the Drath had most likely profited from the chaos that had sapped the strength from their neighbors………..


The Iconians had really let themselves go. They had attempted to rush landing craft towards their original homeworld from the north, cutting across the Altarian borders to evade the three cruiser wings that blocked the direct route from their home system, but had lost these to the small, swift picket ships that formed the second Yor line. Built for speed and sensor strength, these tiny, cheap ships had the singular purpose of catching such transports before they could reach the Yor worlds.

The rest of the Iconian navy proved equally ineffectual, only just able to pierce the shields on the Yor ships, quickly routing from their system. The Yor had nearly completed the annexation, and had even had transports en-route to the newly secure system when the Iconians began broadcasting galaxy wide. While it would be possible to replay their speech here, it is simply more effective to discus the meaning of the message and its implications.

The Iconians were throwing in the towel, and were no longer able to defend their worlds, and so were ceding control of their colonies to their longtime allies, the Drath. Since they were already at war, it did not bother the Collective leadership much. They would invade just the same.

That is, until multiple hyper-drive signatures began showing up from the north and east.
Reply #9 Top

Wonderful stories even if I read them a month+ late.

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Yeah me too-very good indeed :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

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Heh, thanks guys.  I was a bit suprised to see this got bumped :P

Twas fun to write, but I began to trail off when I got drawn into another game again, and at some point I lost the save.

 

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Awww what a shame X( X( X( X(