The Colonial Wars

Already 50 pages along, but I decided to post my intro piece.

Forty-eight drone fighters glided like blue stars across a black sky in the light of the liquid fire of the burning enemy ships. The arrow formation shone a faint light over the Colonist spacescrapers and telecommunication towers as the city’s energy shields rose again into a transparent dome. A torn dying Syndicate ship took its final shot, one the drones could not stop. The laser burst impacted the shield with a hollow gbuhmmp as its surface rippled over Fort Praetorius, one of the great Colonist city-starships. A second, less visible shield formed a bubble around the ship entirely, protecting the golden walls from danger. A section of a city-"cone" tumbled into the command section of a battleship, the two exploding like fireworks to mark the battle's end.
Hearing no more explosions, thousands of hiding humans peeked out of the armored bunkers. Seeing no major amount of destruction, they slowly crawled out, faces blackened by ash from their burnt homes and skin charred from drips of leaked plasma. Many cried out in happiness when they opened other bunker doors to let out the other survivors. A spider-like Colossus drone walked over the destroyed homes, firing lasers to meld walls and bridges back together. The central energy core of the Colossus glowed as the legs of pure energy pulled the massive chemical compound sphere over the buildings. Small hovercraft began to arrive at the bunkers, picking up the hordes of people who now began gathering up broken armors and weaponry, and two large humanoid machines, their gold armored bodies marked with dirt and grime from the fight, began picking up the remains of a collapsed building. Continents from planets all over the galaxy floated overhead inside the ship, their engines humming softly, some connecting to others for trade, and many more speeding to the rescue of a freighter and other such ships.
Several metal spheres were launched from a hovering carrier overhead. The spheres unfolded into soldier drones just before they touched the ground, and then marched about and began dispensing medical kits and food. The largest humanoid drone type – a Gladiator– strode into the bunker area, and smiled as it bent down to greet the civilians thirty feet below. The explosives-only shield lowered around the bunkers, and so the plasma bridge which connected two city-platforms reactivated, thousand of people already running across to greet and cheer for their relatives. Billions more humans started rushing out of an iris-sealed tunnel that led to the command/engine center, and a dull roar of talking filled the miniscule bunker continent.
John Mermorro and his parents began checking how much damage their home had taken, which was luckily next to nothing compared to the artillery continents (several had broken in half) encircling the 'bottom' flatlands (connecting on all edges of the Colony Ship). The old mansion had been owned by the previous captain of the colony ship, but was sold for two brigades of standard drones to the Mermorro family just before John was born. Being eleven, he had recently graduated from the Standard Knowledge Academy, and would soon specialize in whichever subject he wanted; he was leaning towards “The Study Of Ships And Strategies Relating To Them.”
During that day’s skirmish, his family had been given access to the drone fighter controls—and due to John’s skill, his family was able to use their fighter energy to reactivate the shield generators. While their home had survived the worst of the attack, the rest of Fort Praetorius was a brutal mess, and it would take quite a chunk out of the vessel’s supplies to fix the holes in the hull.
Within a month, Fort Praetorius was again spaceworthy. It continued on its original path towards the last heavily enforced Colonist system and its command center, the Aerro High Council City—which would provide safe haven at last. As the wounded–yet beautiful–golden ship continued jumping from starsystem to starsystem, the Mermorro family continued in their family business of designing new cybernetic warriors and ships. Of all twenty-quadrillion humans in their Colony, only the Mermorros knew everything there was to know about technology. People always said it was in their blood, because archaeologists kept on finding cave-dwellers on dead planets who knew how to build nuclear reactors, and every single one had a genetic relation to the Mermorros.
John was working with his father on a new drone fighter, temporarily codenamed PEAC (Photon Energy Acceleration Cannon). Its many floating pylons and computation systems orbited a central energy core, which was using its many video sensors to follow John as he walked from the entrance of the workshop to his workstation and sat down. Behind him, the PEAC floated above a stone platform that had seen the works of countless generations of engineers and scientists. Piles of creations that John and his father had made reached the ceiling twenty feet above, papers and tools lay scattered on the workstations, and many prototypes hobbled or whizzed around John and his father.

After adding some finishing touches to the PEAC drone fighter, his father turned around, holding a small standard issue COM (communication and optical module) core, which would allow remote control of the fighter. As he was about to place it into the energy core, John spun around from the computer terminal on his station and yelled, “Pop! That communication core is NOT going to work!” John calmed down a little bit as his father put down the crude COM core. “Look, I built one myself, and I tested it using that energy core. It works much better than that piece of junk they call an ‘efficient’ core, and if the Technology Board wants us to make more, I know how to build them quickly.”
“Son-”
“NO. We will use my com core, NOT the standard.”
“John, you don’t-”
“DAD!”
“Fine.”
John’s father put down the standard core with a long sigh, took the “better” core, and placed it in. John had outfitted the new core with a speaker and a slight personality, so when the core activated, the PEAC cried out, “Hooray! Thank you, um… things! Long live the Praetorius Colony!”
The PEAC gained agreement from the prototypes around the room, all cheering “Long live the Praetorius Colony! For honor, for light, FOR THE COLONIAL NATION!”
The sound echoed around the room, and somehow passed through the airlock, echoing loudly. Several of the colleagues of John’s father opened the thick, golden-veined door and peered in, their eyes widening at the crowd of cybernetic constructs cheering their own honor cry.
John smiled, and said, “See, Dad?”
“Yes, son. Whatever you say.”
“Dad… no sarcasm, please.”
While his father gathered the blueprints and began to instruct the PEAC as to what would happen to it at the Technology Board, John went to his computer terminal. He inserted the startup crystal, and the hologram mist slowly formed the central orb. A gemstone rose out of the base of the computer, curved perfectly to be used as a command key. John loaded up his connection to the Drone Fleet network, receiving the information that the commanders of Praetorius received. Some of the news was bad; Gerarzu Colony had been lost to an invasion of hostile humans and an entire fleet of Syndicate ships. John sighed and moved to the next topic. He was surprised; the Colonial Nation was requesting more strategists and commanders for their fleets, and that the first of the SuperCities was to be finished in two years. John continued to read that article, and found that an entire drone army was being amassed for use in a final invasion. Four Colonies were expected to bring more future trainees into the Warship Colony Atlantia, the one ship in the entire nation that powered itself directly through a wormhole, allowing it to safely jump in any situation.
The next morning, John went out to the Playgrounds, a large recreational area which contained the Nebulus Null-Gravity Slide. Those ten years and older could ride it, but John had never ridden it before, since he liked spending most of his days tinkering with inventions in the workshop. He climbed up the steps to the elevator, and the golden metal doors and shields lowered into the ground. John entered, and the doors rose up around him. The blue translucent shield reactivated, and the lift shot up. The doors opened again, and a bearded man in a cheap grass green jumpsuit standing next to the slide’s entry, smiled and opened the hatch. John looked anxiously at the glass tube that seemed to curve endlessly to its exit a thousand feet below.
“Go on in, kid. Perfectly safe,” the man said in a scratchy, ragged voice. John nodded hesitantly, and he lowered himself in, feet first. Suddenly an air current lifted him up a meter from the bottom of the tube. The man pulled down a lever, and a horn blew. A burst of plasma energy wrapped around him like a purple cocoon, and the air current threw him forward. The sudden increase of speed threw open his mouth, and after hundreds of loops and turns, he was propelled into an even bigger tube.
Plasma fields flew around John, the kids inside angling themselves at each other, laughing and yelling as they bounced off their targets. John easily piloted himself through the currents. He stuck his arms out into the sides of the cocoon, and it took on the shape of a winged cone. Child after child attempted to bump him off course, and instead got bumped away, because of the sharp angles of John’s cocoon. John reached the landing area, and the slowing systems right around the end of the tube allowed him to rip the cocoon off of himself, thickening the plasma down to around his feet. Then the slowing field gave way and let him pass. His ‘armored’ feet impacted with the ground, bouncing him around as other children began falling onto the ground, whose plasma cocoons then burst, and the children found that their liquid-like plasma had become goo-like, and that it liked sticking to skin and clothing. John bounced over them, and they saw his invention had kept the plasma from falling apart. John was struck by an idea, and he pulled a few spare vials he had left in his pocket before he came to the slide. He forced himself to stop bouncing around by smashing the plasma into the ground, and then stooped over. Carefully, he gathered the gooey plasma, which was supposedly drained entirely of its potential uses, and then placed the stoppers back on the vials.
John left the Playgrounds in a good mood, giving greetings to the many other citizens of Praetorius who passed by. He walked across several bridges and took a hovercraft shuttle to get to the family workshop. His father was out with the massive array of prototypes that they had built, presenting the improved or new creations to the Technology Board. After opening the huge and heavy door and locking it behind him, he took out each vial of ‘expended’ plasma and placed it on a small rack. After counting out exactly how many vials he had of the material, he wrote down everything he thought was possibly going to happen when he tested it. John reminded himself that the person who came up with the first personal shield generator for drones and humans had slipped and fallen down a hundred and forty flights of stairs, coming out with a massive amount of pain and a nearly fully bruised body. Clearing his thoughts, he removed one of the ten vials and then used the fourteenth test idea he had on the list. Reading what he had written, he murmured to himself.
“Okay. ‘Add electrical energy to the expended plasma and place it on some form of waste, preferably manure for its high carbon content.’”
John shook his head in temporary confusion at his writings, and then proceeded to do what he told himself. Taking a power wire from the tangled mess of supplies, he slowly dipped the wire into the expended material. As he did so, he went over what he knew about uses of normal plasma. Generally it is used as a fuel material for drones, and will go into many drone rifles as flaming fuel rods. All that does is burns or melts the material it hits. Focusing again, he saw that the plasma had turned to a heavily glowing blue, and then he pulled the wire out. Putting on gloves, he took a dropper made of diamond and plasteel, and took half of the vial’s contents out. After putting on a noseplug and dragging a bag of manure which had been received from the livestock holds, which currently had a surplus of the stuff, he picked up the dropper again, and opened the bag. John quickly dripped the electrified plasma material onto the dung, and suddenly a marvel happened. The plasma began converting all of the manure into a solid block of carbon. For a few seconds, the block retained the glow of the plasma, and then it faded. The cube sat there, and John gasped and fell to his knees in amazement. He reached out a hand and touched the block of metal, and it felt cool to his touch. He got back up again. New confidence brought him to look at his list again, and his discovery camera recorded all of it.
For hours, John tested to find out what the plasma would recycle into pure carbon. Then, when he tested another vial on a patch of dead plants, and the most amazing thing John had ever seen happened. Slowly, but visibly, the plants started to straighten again, dried leaves became beautifully green, and then the blue glow faded. The plants were entirely alive! Quickly writing down all of his findings and copying the video recordings his emergency discovery camera had gotten, he marched out of the workshop, out of the engineering complex, and up a lift to a open platform where he kept one of his own drone prototypes. John walked up to the fiery orb of sapphire energy and grabbed onto a safely positioned pylon. It then wrapped metal around his hand, forming a protective layer around his hand. “Hey, John. Where do you need to go?” the hovering machine said. John replied, “Thanks Vezzerick. I just found out something pretty amazing, and I need to get to the Technology Board Room as soon as possible.”
Vezzerick took a moment to activate his engines, and the human and drone sped off across the city, flying over the buildings and small bits of farmland. The hum of Praetorius’ engines was faint but still audible, reminding John of where he was in the universe. Ahead of him lay the huge testing arena of the Technology Board, surrounded by massive mechanical pieces that whirred and spun. Another massive continent floated high over them, now docking with a farming ship. Powerful loudspeakers began announcing in a female tone, “All drones, civilians, and military personnel please prepare for transition to realspace. We must recharge our warp systems for the final wormhole jump to Aerro. Fifteen seconds to transition. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve.”
John stopped listening to the countdown at twelve seconds. To him, all it really meant was just a few units of time until a mathematical equation was done in reverse, and then he would get to see the great New Homeworld of the Colonists after the next jump.


There was a blinding flash of light, and everything warped slightly as the gigantic ship reentered the real world. Time stopped and started up again, and the drone fighter sped off across the miles and miles of cities and farms that made up the only Colony to survive the Exilement War.


Whaddya think?

Wow. I realize I'm necroing my own topic, but wow. Nobody has said anything?

We think posts speak louder than words, at an un hearable 100000 decibels. Good job though! Even though I read faster than most people think - *Arrogant sniff* I got tired of reading and killed myself.

riiiight..
But yeah, its good.Guess someone else probably posted something so no-one saw this.
And it isn't necroing anyway, its only a necro if its over 6 months since the last post.

6 months? X___X

Yeah, well.... I have 50 pages of this story now.... so I don't know if anyone wants me to post it..... but its very good. I'm editing EVERYWHERE. srsly everywhere. The beginning has changed a bit, not SOOO boring.

SFTDP

STORY PART 2

The Colonial reconnaissance ship sat unnoticed as it scanned and watched the Dominion ship, comparable to the planet it was busy conquering. Their squidlike Warriors streamed down to the planet, carrying huge spheres of ground forces. They moved just as fast as their explosive counterparts, the darts. The alien society they discovered was not human, thus, they destroyed their ships and their cities to seed it with humans. The chemical fires glowed where the planet's cities once stood.

In the command center of the Colonial ship, the drone crew looked like they were about to jump right out of their seats and slam the Rad-Cannon's firing button, which was trained on the Dominion's weak point.

Karlo wrote:6 months? X___X

6 months in all sections except the general chat.

In the general chat, it's no more than 2 weeks.

.......... m'kay.

This is an excerpt from a battle scene in the Dominion's Galaxy.

“This is the Vierolev! All batteries open fire!”
“THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! AAUGH---”
“Spiral away from the rounds, damnit! Spiral!”
“Scout forty-eight-niner down! Three scout ships remaining!” "Switch to salvo fire and direct ship-to-ship batteries to the stretch by the frigates! Keep those bugs off the cargo!" "Enemies have boarded the troop-dropper! They're in the command center! NO! GODS NO! PLEA–AARGH!" "SHIELDS ARE DOWN! THE SHIELDS ARE DO-!@)#(*_@!+@" Dominion "cutter-buggers" swarmed from ship to ship, slicing away at the Colonial shields, and then boarding them, destroying all drones aboard before moving to the next target. Plasma missiles curved gracefully, their deep screaming propulsion system sending them into their targets, helping slow the flow of cutter-buggers.

The ArtillShips charged forward as fast as they could. Explosions were everywhere; Colonial ships continued to be downed by the Dominion’s radioactive waste-carrying bomb creatures; fighters looped away from the clever things as a storm of Warriors approached. The Factory Planet immediately activated all of the reactors in storage, sending all the power to the shields. Cargo ships began to recharge their drained warp panels, and the looming coreminds continued to lay waste (literally and thermonuclear radioactive byproduct-wise) to the Colonial drone fleet. Finally, the dimensional cannons were charged, and the whole fleet fired what they had at the nearest coremind ship. The huge collective ship looked like it went supernova; orange and white light flooded the windows and cockpits of the fleet. Then the light flare subsided, and they saw that a huge tear had been made in the coremind, but it still kept firing. Taking high risks, the Factory Planet deactivated a circular section of the dimension-energy containment field over their Dimension Temples. Instantly a behemoth of a beam blew from the machine, simultaneously impacting with the wounded coremind, destroying it entirely. Drones cheered for a second, and then got back to fighting. Already a quarter of the fleets manned fighters were destroyed, and a third of the cruisers. The ArtillShips fought valiantly, but every so often another blew apart, the radiation filling the area of the shields and collapsing the shield on each ship. Then, a subspace message was sent throughout the fleet, and then on every ship bigger than a fighter, irises opened, and streams of drone fighters poured forth, the golden-blue cloud gathering itself like a spitting plant– and then it threw its forces right into the tidal-wave-like formation of the Warriors. Plasma missiles rose and curved away from their Colony Ship, their single pylon computers guiding them right into the battle. The gorrila-sized ovals of plasma left extremely long trails of blue gas, easily navigating the swarms of space-fighting creatures guarding the coremind ships.


Within minutes, the coreminds were fully upon them, now switching to acid bursts to prevent self-damage. The three Overlord hives dwarfed the coreminds, barely visible in the storm of monsters. Plasma cleared holes in the swarms while the Factory Planet continued to destroy coreminds with its newfound weapon. A crystal absorber craft, a experimental weapon to counter the Doiminion’s numerous forces, began to calibrate the Lyghtian core while the shields barely held up the acid which was slimed over the shield.

Drone captain Krerrneurus rapidly fed commands into his dying missile-launcher frigate while fires continued to blaze all over the ship. Plasma was leaking into one of his five-hundred and thirty eight diamond motherboards, blocking computing from it. One of his lower leg sections lay sparking in one area of the ship, and dead drones lay everywhere; their grey, informationless eyes looked completely blank. Then a sudden, intense pain racked Krerrneurus, and he barely managed to finish coding his final command before he lay back onto the cold steel floor, and the acid wound in his chest slowed the whirring of his systems. He felt the draining sensation of having his mind be uploaded to the Central Core on the Factory Planet. It felt sad to have to no longer live in a highly advanced and strong drone body. His last words in his vocal cords were, “Say goodbye, you disgusting bubble of ****.” The frigate then rerouted all power in all systems to the shields and engines, and all the plasma missiles (enough to make a giant star look like a floating tiny ember) on the ship activated and became explosive, gathering energy through heat.

A single-photon message was sent between the entire Warrior force, and they dispersed to get out of the way of the frigate. Acid-blasting insectoids fired all they had at the accelerating craft, the acid missing the shields by miles. Almost immediately after the first wave of acid was fired, the coremind forces detected a wormhole opening behind the Overlord hives, drawing the frigate in for a jump. Each second multiplied the frigate’s speed by the thousands. Then it impacted with the leading hive, and a sudden loss of collective intelligence in the entire armada caused a long pause while emergency sentience took control of lost abilities. Coremind ships failed to keep up their shield creatures, and the hulls took damage. The Overlord was destroyed, and now hundreds of messages passed throught the armada. Dimension cubes formed new coremind cruisers, while the warhives unleashed troop transports and escorts.

for some reason, i hate reading long text off of the internet.

Same for me.Thats why i try and keep my posts short.

I read FF every day and I actually like reading really long stories. However, I just can't read stories with giant walls of text where there are supposed to be multiple paragraphs.

Thongs, M? Really?

Though I find that most of FF.net is plagued by people who spell "definitely" as "defiantly," slash, cliche-ridden and not funny stories, and various fanboyish wankfests.

And the exceptions to the above? Most are abandoned or have an unbearably slow update rate.