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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>=== Sortie Meteor-Impact-Site ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Psionic Support&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sortie is young, strong, and intense. When something needs to be broken or someone needs to be hurt, there are few that can match him. The combination of his determination, his keen insight, and his raw telekinetic power is astounding. But outside of these occasions he seems lost, needing to be told what to do or what is expected of him. He&#039;s not hostile to his squadron mates... But socialization does not seem to be a priority. Instructors and peers have wondered whether he is merely too wrapped up with the maelstrom raging in his own mind? Or is he simply incapable--the stresses of wielding metadimensional energies having burned out everything &quot;unnecessary&quot;? <br /> <br /> <br /> === Ziara Jorgenson === <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Command School&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lieutenant (O-3)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Ziara makes no effort to hide her noble blood--made plain by the sword on her hip if nothing else--but she also accepts no favortism for it. A strong believer in merit, she obviously pushes herself much harder than necessary in an effort to prove she deserves her slot in the command school. Ziara refuses to lean on her family name to accomplish anything. A life spent assisting with the oversight of an iron mine has left her driven and capable. She is used to being looked to for guidance and used to giving orders--expecting them to be followed. She also is used to those serving under her seeing her as a protector, and still slips into that role out of habit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Claus &#039;Vanrider&#039; Cloudborn ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Pilot&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Ensign (O-1)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Claus is mere moments away from living the life he&#039;s always dreamed of. Growing up, he became fascinated with the pulp scifi stories of space bounty hunters and adventurers. As an adult, he would sneak rewatches of his old favorites as his Medivac transport sat on the pad, waiting for the next call. His crew were good natured about it. They took to calling their medivac the &#039;Vanship,&#039; making their pilot &#039;Vanrider&#039;. When his interest in space adventures refused to wane, the crew finally convinced Claus to put in for the academy. Already being an accomplished pilot has given him an edge... And the promise of ever bigger and more powerful ships for him to fly keeps driving him onward--much to the squadron&#039;s benefit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Smoke ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Gunnery Officer&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Sergeant, E-5&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> There is much the squadron doesn&#039;t know about Smoke. Such as: Why is it the first time most of them see him every morning, it&#039;s at the coffee pot? Where did a robot learn to be so deadly efficient with firearms? And what&#039;s with the long coat and cowboy hat? There are rumors, of course, to explain all of it. But Smoke doesn&#039;t seem to be interested in confirming or denying any of them. What is definitely known is that as a Rifleman, a Sharpshooter, and a Gunnery Officer he has proven to be an invaluable member of the team.<br /> Almost a towering physique, has vibrant amber ocular sensors. Wears a long, somewhat holey, dark brown coat lined with wool. Blue and grey plaid scarf that looks in significantly better shape than the coat. Black felt cowboy hat, a Sleipson (play on Stetson). Wears a white button down shirt with a charcoal grey vest and tie for formal occasions, otherwise favors simple, dark t-shirts while working.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Celeste ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corpsman, Ship Apothecary&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> The public story is that the robots awakened by The Institute are merely given guidance and teaching during the three years they spend there--that they themselves are allowed to determine who they will be. Celeste&#039;s existence draws into question whether that is always the case. Instead of the obviously mechanical chassis found on almost every other &quot;graduate&quot; from The Institute, Celeste was covered in the best artificial flesh and skin available. With a soft touch and pleasant, soothing appearance, she was trained practically from &quot;birth&quot; to provide medical aid. The project was a success, and Celeste had a successful career in the medical field. She spent years working with injured and disabled patients, either helping them through convalescence or providing support in their rehabilitation. Eventually, however, she began to wonder if her talents would be better used preventing people from becoming broken in the first place instead of trying to fix them once it happened. Naval service provided an obvious path to achieve this, and she was welcomed enthusiastically by the academy. Since joining, Celeste has been a warm and friendly influence on the squadron--providing friendship, first aid, and even the occasional meal to practice what she is learning in her elective culinary studies. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Sol Daemon ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Logistics&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Warrant Officer, W-1&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sol Daemon is a large man in his early thirties, though at times he seems older. Sol is a man of relatively few words. He has a rough look about him with swollen knuckles and a nose that has obviously been broken more than once. Rumors follow him that before entering the academy, he possibly had a criminal past, but mentioning those in front of him at best earns the speaker a hostile stare and uncomfortable silence until they change the subject. Sol&#039;s main area of focus in the academy has been logistics and supply, but he has earned high marks for his versatility and prowess in combat.<br /> <br /> <br /> === J5B &quot;Jeb&quot; ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Ship Steward&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Of the three robots in the squadron, J5B is definitely the most &quot;robotic&quot;. Robots from the institute are built in resemblance of the human form. While this is *technically* true for J5B--as he is humanoid--that is the limit of it. J5B looks old, worn, and poorly maintained. His asymmetrical body has numerous, obvious patch jobs where random electronics and even things like starship bulkhead pieces have replaced parts of his original chassis. Unsurprisingly, such an eccletic looking individual is also blessed with a very unique personality. J5B is incredibly dedicated to his chosen career as a steward (or &quot;janitor&quot; as he insists). There seems to be no limit to the amount of effort he is willing to expend to do a job right. Beyond that, he has proven to be a competent, if (unsurprisingly) uconventional, fighter. He has offered little, however, to explain his unique physique, skill set, or even why he seems unusually wary and almost suspicious of convenience or being treated well by others. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Orphen ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Signals/Programming&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Orphen is a solid team member, if unexceptional. His uniforms are always neat, his hair always trimmed, his shoes always polished right to minimum regulation. A perpetual rule follower. As a Marine he has managed to maintain acceptable scores in drills and on the range, but has not excelled enough in any particular field to earn more than his Rifleman badge. About the only place Orphen seems to show the slightest hint of being above average is his work in the Systems and Programming courses. But even then his grades do not seem to reflect it. While he does not form deep connections, Orphen is as friendly as one would expect of an average student at the academy. But that&#039;s about all that can reliably be said about him: he&#039;s an average student of the academy. In fact, he could be any average student of the academy. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Philip J. Shwift ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Engineering&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer, 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> To most people, technology is a tool you use to accomplish goals. To Philip, technology IS the goal. Single-minded to the extreme, he has an absolute fascination with tech. A new piece of equipment can utterly monopolize his attention for hours if not days. If nothing new presents itself, Philip can be just as devoted to designing improvements and additional features for the everyday tech used by the Navy. The coursework studying spike drive theory and design in particular is a subject he has revisited over and over during his stint in the academy. His interest in improving the spike drive, however, has so far led to little practical result. For some reason, the powers that be seem less willing to let him tinker with an in-service spike drive than personal weapons or tools... All this combines to make him a brilliant and reliable engineer capable of keeping all of the equipment and systems used by his squadron not just in working order, but performing above and beyond expectations.<br /> Philip&#039;s appearance is striking. He is a natural albino, with neatly slicked back white hair and a fit but not muscular build. But most distinct of all are the black stains running up from his hands to practically his elbows, making him look as though he is wearing gloves at all times.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>=== Sortie Meteor-Impact-Site ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Psionic Support&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sortie is young, strong, and intense. When something needs to be broken or someone needs to be hurt, there are few that can match him. The combination of his determination, his keen insight, and his raw telekinetic power is astounding. But outside of these occasions he seems lost, needing to be told what to do or what is expected of him. He&#039;s not hostile to his squadron mates... But socialization does not seem to be a priority. Instructors and peers have wondered whether he is merely too wrapped up with the maelstrom raging in his own mind? Or is he simply incapable--the stresses of wielding metadimensional energies having burned out everything &quot;unnecessary&quot;? <br /> <br /> <br /> === Ziara Jorgenson === <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Command School&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lieutenant (O-3)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Ziara makes no effort to hide her noble blood--made plain by the sword on her hip if nothing else--but she also accepts no favortism for it. A strong believer in merit, she obviously pushes herself much harder than necessary in an effort to prove she deserves her slot in the command school. Ziara refuses to lean on her family name to accomplish anything. A life spent assisting with the oversight of an iron mine has left her driven and capable. She is used to being looked to for guidance and used to giving orders--expecting them to be followed. She also is used to those serving under her seeing her as a protector, and still slips into that role out of habit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Claus &#039;Vanrider&#039; Cloudborn ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Pilot&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Ensign (O-1)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Claus is mere moments away from living the life he&#039;s always dreamed of. Growing up, he became fascinated with the pulp scifi stories of space bounty hunters and adventurers. As an adult, he would sneak rewatches of his old favorites as his Medivac transport sat on the pad, waiting for the next call. His crew were good natured about it. They took to calling their medivac the &#039;Vanship,&#039; making their pilot &#039;Vanrider&#039;. When his interest in space adventures refused to wane, the crew finally convinced Claus to put in for the academy. Already being an accomplished pilot has given him an edge... And the promise of ever bigger and more powerful ships for him to fly keeps driving him onward--much to the squadron&#039;s benefit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Smoke ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Gunnery Officer&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Sergeant, E-5&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> There is much the squadron doesn&#039;t know about Smoke. Such as: Why is it the first time most of them see him every morning, it&#039;s at the coffee pot? Where did a robot learn to be so deadly efficient with firearms? And what&#039;s with the long coat and cowboy hat? There are rumors, of course, to explain all of it. But Smoke doesn&#039;t seem to be interested in confirming or denying any of them. What is definitely known is that as a Rifleman, a Sharpshooter, and a Gunnery Officer he has proven to be an invaluable member of the team.<br /> Almost a towering physique, has vibrant amber ocular sensors. Wears a long, somewhat holey, dark brown coat lined with wool. Blue and grey plaid scarf that looks in significantly better shape than the coat. Black felt cowboy hat, a Sleipson (play on Stetson). Wears a white button down shirt with a charcoal grey vest and tie for formal occasions, otherwise favors simple, dark t-shirts while working.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Celeste ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corpsman&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> The public story is that the robots awakened by The Institute are merely given guidance and teaching during the three years they spend there--that they themselves are allowed to determine who they will be. Celeste&#039;s existence draws into question whether that is always the case. Instead of the obviously mechanical chassis found on almost every other &quot;graduate&quot; from The Institute, Celeste was covered in the best artificial flesh and skin available. With a soft touch and pleasant, soothing appearance, she was trained practically from &quot;birth&quot; to provide medical aid. The project was a success, and Celeste had a successful career in the medical field. She spent years working with injured and disabled patients, either helping them through convalescence or providing support in their rehabilitation. Eventually, however, she began to wonder if her talents would be better used preventing people from becoming broken in the first place instead of trying to fix them once it happened. Naval service provided an obvious path to achieve this, and she was welcomed enthusiastically by the academy. Since joining, Celeste has been a warm and friendly influence on the squadron--providing friendship, first aid, and even the occasional meal to practice what she is learning in her elective culinary studies. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Sol Daemon ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Logistics&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Warrant Officer, W-1&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sol Daemon is a large man in his early thirties, though at times he seems older. Sol is a man of relatively few words. He has a rough look about him with swollen knuckles and a nose that has obviously been broken more than once. Rumors follow him that before entering the academy, he possibly had a criminal past, but mentioning those in front of him at best earns the speaker a hostile stare and uncomfortable silence until they change the subject. Sol&#039;s main area of focus in the academy has been logistics and supply, but he has earned high marks for his versatility and prowess in combat.<br /> <br /> <br /> === J5B &quot;Jeb&quot; ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Ship Steward&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Of the three robots in the squadron, J5B is definitely the most &quot;robotic&quot;. Robots from the institute are built in resemblance of the human form. While this is *technically* true for J5B--as he is humanoid--that is the limit of it. J5B looks old, worn, and poorly maintained. His asymmetrical body has numerous, obvious patch jobs where random electronics and even things like starship bulkhead pieces have replaced parts of his original chassis. Unsurprisingly, such an eccletic looking individual is also blessed with a very unique personality. J5B is incredibly dedicated to his chosen career as a steward (or &quot;janitor&quot; as he insists). There seems to be no limit to the amount of effort he is willing to expend to do a job right. Beyond that, he has proven to be a competent, if (unsurprisingly) uconventional, fighter. He has offered little, however, to explain his unique physique, skill set, or even why he seems unusually wary and almost suspicious of convenience or being treated well by others. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Orphen ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Signals/Programming&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Orphen is a solid team member, if unexceptional. His uniforms are always neat, his hair always trimmed, his shoes always polished right to minimum regulation. A perpetual rule follower. As a Marine he has managed to maintain acceptable scores in drills and on the range, but has not excelled enough in any particular field to earn more than his Rifleman badge. About the only place Orphen seems to show the slightest hint of being above average is his work in the Systems and Programming courses. But even then his grades do not seem to reflect it. While he does not form deep connections, Orphen is as friendly as one would expect of an average student at the academy. But that&#039;s about all that can reliably be said about him: he&#039;s an average student of the academy. In fact, he could be any average student of the academy. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Philip J. Shwift ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Engineering&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer, 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> To most people, technology is a tool you use to accomplish goals. To Philip, technology IS the goal. Single-minded to the extreme, he has an absolute fascination with tech. A new piece of equipment can utterly monopolize his attention for hours if not days. If nothing new presents itself, Philip can be just as devoted to designing improvements and additional features for the everyday tech used by the Navy. The coursework studying spike drive theory and design in particular is a subject he has revisited over and over during his stint in the academy. His interest in improving the spike drive, however, has so far led to little practical result. For some reason, the powers that be seem less willing to let him tinker with an in-service spike drive than personal weapons or tools... All this combines to make him a brilliant and reliable engineer capable of keeping all of the equipment and systems used by his squadron not just in working order, but performing above and beyond expectations.<br /> Philip&#039;s appearance is striking. He is a natural albino, with neatly slicked back white hair and a fit but not muscular build. But most distinct of all are the black stains running up from his hands to practically his elbows, making him look as though he is wearing gloves at all times.</div>

Prinnycanbehero http://wiki.monkeyinfinity.net/index.php?title=Members&diff=28 2021-09-06T02:58:32Z

<p>Prinnycanbehero: Added ranks...</p> <hr /> <div>=== Sortie Meteor-Impact-Site ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Psionic Support&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sortie is young, strong, and intense. When something needs to be broken or someone needs to be hurt, there are few that can match him. The combination of his determination, his keen insight, and his raw telekinetic power is astounding. But outside of these occasions he seems lost, needing to be told what to do or what is expected of him. He&#039;s not hostile to his squadron mates... But socialization does not seem to be a priority. Instructors and peers have wondered whether he is merely too wrapped up with the maelstrom raging in his own mind? Or is he simply incapable--the stresses of wielding metadimensional energies having burned out everything &quot;unnecessary&quot;? <br /> <br /> <br /> === Ziara Jorgenson === <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Command School&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lieutenant (O-3)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Ziara makes no effort to hide her noble blood--made plain by the sword on her hip if nothing else--but she also accepts no favortism for it. A strong believer in merit, she obviously pushes herself much harder than necessary in an effort to prove she deserves her slot in the command school. Ziara refuses to lean on her family name to accomplish anything. A life spent assisting with the oversight of an iron mine has left her driven and capable. She is used to being looked to for guidance and used to giving orders--expecting them to be followed. She also is used to those serving under her seeing her as a protector, and still slips into that role out of habit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Claus &#039;Vanrider&#039; Cloudborn ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Pilot&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Ensign (O-1)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Claus is mere moments away from living the life he&#039;s always dreamed of. Growing up, he became fascinated with the pulp scifi stories of space bounty hunters and adventurers. As an adult, he would sneak rewatches of his old favorites as his Medivac transport sat on the pad, waiting for the next call. His crew were good natured about it. They took to calling their medivac the &#039;Vanship,&#039; making their pilot &#039;Vanrider&#039;. When his interest in space adventures refused to wane, the crew finally convinced Claus to put in for the academy. Already being an accomplished pilot has given him an edge... And the promise of ever bigger and more powerful ships for him to fly keeps driving him onward--much to the squadron&#039;s benefit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Smoke ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Gunnery Officer&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corporal, E-4&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> There is much the squadron doesn&#039;t know about Smoke. Such as: Why is it the first time most of them see him every morning, it&#039;s at the coffee pot? Where did a robot learn to be so deadly efficient with firearms? And what&#039;s with the long coat and cowboy hat? There are rumors, of course, to explain all of it. But Smoke doesn&#039;t seem to be interested in confirming or denying any of them. What is definitely known is that as a Rifleman, a Sharpshooter, and a Gunnery Officer he has proven to be an invaluable member of the team.<br /> Almost a towering physique, has vibrant amber ocular sensors. Wears a long, somewhat holey, dark brown coat lined with wool. Blue and grey plaid scarf that looks in significantly better shape than the coat. Black felt cowboy hat, a Sleipson (play on Stetson). Wears a white button down shirt with a charcoal grey vest and tie for formal occasions, otherwise favors simple, dark t-shirts while working.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Celeste ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corpsman&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> The public story is that the robots awakened by The Institute are merely given guidance and teaching during the three years they spend there--that they themselves are allowed to determine who they will be. Celeste&#039;s existence draws into question whether that is always the case. Instead of the obviously mechanical chassis found on almost every other &quot;graduate&quot; from The Institute, Celeste was covered in the best artificial flesh and skin available. With a soft touch and pleasant, soothing appearance, she was trained practically from &quot;birth&quot; to provide medical aid. The project was a success, and Celeste had a successful career in the medical field. She spent years working with injured and disabled patients, either helping them through convalescence or providing support in their rehabilitation. Eventually, however, she began to wonder if her talents would be better used preventing people from becoming broken in the first place instead of trying to fix them once it happened. Naval service provided an obvious path to achieve this, and she was welcomed enthusiastically by the academy. Since joining, Celeste has been a warm and friendly influence on the squadron--providing friendship, first aid, and even the occasional meal to practice what she is learning in her elective culinary studies. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Sol Daemon ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Logistics&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Warrant Officer, W-1&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sol Daemon is a large man in his early thirties, though at times he seems older. Sol is a man of relatively few words. He has a rough look about him with swollen knuckles and a nose that has obviously been broken more than once. Rumors follow him that before entering the academy, he possibly had a criminal past, but mentioning those in front of him at best earns the speaker a hostile stare and uncomfortable silence until they change the subject. Sol&#039;s main area of focus in the academy has been logistics and supply, but he has earned high marks for his versatility and prowess in combat.<br /> <br /> <br /> === J5B &quot;Jeb&quot; ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Ship Steward&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Of the three robots in the squadron, J5B is definitely the most &quot;robotic&quot;. Robots from the institute are built in resemblance of the human form. While this is *technically* true for J5B--as he is humanoid--that is the limit of it. J5B looks old, worn, and poorly maintained. His asymmetrical body has numerous, obvious patch jobs where random electronics and even things like starship bulkhead pieces have replaced parts of his original chassis. Unsurprisingly, such an eccletic looking individual is also blessed with a very unique personality. J5B is incredibly dedicated to his chosen career as a steward (or &quot;janitor&quot; as he insists). There seems to be no limit to the amount of effort he is willing to expend to do a job right. Beyond that, he has proven to be a competent, if (unsurprisingly) uconventional, fighter. He has offered little, however, to explain his unique physique, skill set, or even why he seems unusually wary and almost suspicious of convenience or being treated well by others. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Orphen ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Signals/Programming&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Lance Corporal (E-4)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Orphen is a solid team member, if unexceptional. His uniforms are always neat, his hair always trimmed, his shoes always polished right to minimum regulation. A perpetual rule follower. As a Marine he has managed to maintain acceptable scores in drills and on the range, but has not excelled enough in any particular field to earn more than his Rifleman badge. About the only place Orphen seems to show the slightest hint of being above average is his work in the Systems and Programming courses. But even then his grades do not seem to reflect it. While he does not form deep connections, Orphen is as friendly as one would expect of an average student at the academy. But that&#039;s about all that can reliably be said about him: he&#039;s an average student of the academy. In fact, he could be any average student of the academy. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Philip J. Shwift ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Engineering&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Petty Officer, 2nd Class (E-5)&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> To most people, technology is a tool you use to accomplish goals. To Philip, technology IS the goal. Single-minded to the extreme, he has an absolute fascination with tech. A new piece of equipment can utterly monopolize his attention for hours if not days. If nothing new presents itself, Philip can be just as devoted to designing improvements and additional features for the everyday tech used by the Navy. The coursework studying spike drive theory and design in particular is a subject he has revisited over and over during his stint in the academy. His interest in improving the spike drive, however, has so far led to little practical result. For some reason, the powers that be seem less willing to let him tinker with an in-service spike drive than personal weapons or tools... All this combines to make him a brilliant and reliable engineer capable of keeping all of the equipment and systems used by his squadron not just in working order, but performing above and beyond expectations.<br /> Philip&#039;s appearance is striking. He is a natural albino, with neatly slicked back white hair and a fit but not muscular build. But most distinct of all are the black stains running up from his hands to practically his elbows, making him look as though he is wearing gloves at all times.</div>

Prinnycanbehero http://wiki.monkeyinfinity.net/index.php?title=Main_Page&diff=27 2021-07-08T09:24:26Z

<p>Prinnycanbehero: Add link to sector map</p> <hr /> <div>It might be worthwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> == Bifrost System ==<br /> <br /> * [[Bifrost]]<br /> ** [[Sentinel]]<br /> ** [[Gjallarhorn]]<br /> <br /> == Squadron 3 ==<br /> * [[Members]]<br /> <br /> == Amphne Omega Sector ==<br /> [https://sectorswithoutnumber.com/sector/kMxhjA4IuZ2jimlZNAOU/system/LQi4iFCYDhIrQLWCXe2L Sector Map]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: Created page with &quot;=== Sortie Meteor-Impact-Site === &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Psionic Support&#039;&#039;&#039; Sortie is young, strong, and intense. When something needs to be broken or someone needs to be hurt, there are...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>=== Sortie Meteor-Impact-Site ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Psionic Support&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sortie is young, strong, and intense. When something needs to be broken or someone needs to be hurt, there are few that can match him. The combination of his determination, his keen insight, and his raw telekinetic power is astounding. But outside of these occasions he seems lost, needing to be told what to do or what is expected of him. He&#039;s not hostile to his squadron mates... But socialization does not seem to be a priority. Instructors and peers have wondered whether he is merely too wrapped up with the maelstrom raging in his own mind? Or is he simply incapable--the stresses of wielding metadimensional energies having burned out everything &quot;unnecessary&quot;? <br /> <br /> <br /> === Ziara Jorgenson === <br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Command School&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Ziara makes no effort to hide her noble blood--made plain by the sword on her hip if nothing else--but she also accepts no favortism for it. A strong believer in merit, she obviously pushes herself much harder than necessary in an effort to prove she deserves her slot in the command school. Ziara refuses to lean on her family name to accomplish anything. A life spent assisting with the oversight of an iron mine has left her driven and capable. She is used to being looked to for guidance and used to giving orders--expecting them to be followed. She also is used to those serving under her seeing her as a protector, and still slips into that role out of habit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Claus &#039;Vanrider&#039; Cloudborn ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Pilot&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Claus is mere moments away from living the life he&#039;s always dreamed of. Growing up, he became fascinated with the pulp scifi stories of space bounty hunters and adventurers. As an adult, he would sneak rewatches of his old favorites as his Medivac transport sat on the pad, waiting for the next call. His crew were good natured about it. They took to calling their medivac the &#039;Vanship,&#039; making their pilot &#039;Vanrider&#039;. When his interest in space adventures refused to wane, the crew finally convinced Claus to put in for the academy. Already being an accomplished pilot has given him an edge... And the promise of ever bigger and more powerful ships for him to fly keeps driving him onward--much to the squadron&#039;s benefit.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Smoke ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Gunnery Officer&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> There is much the squadron doesn&#039;t know about Smoke. Such as: Why is it the first time most of them see him every morning, it&#039;s at the coffee pot? Where did a robot learn to be so deadly efficient with firearms? And what&#039;s with the long coat and cowboy hat? There are rumors, of course, to explain all of it. But Smoke doesn&#039;t seem to be interested in confirming or denying any of them. What is definitely known is that as a Rifleman, a Sharpshooter, and a Gunnery Officer he has proven to be an invaluable member of the team.<br /> Almost a towering physique, has vibrant amber ocular sensors. Wears a long, somewhat holey, dark brown coat lined with wool. Blue and grey plaid scarf that looks in significantly better shape than the coat. Black felt cowboy hat, a Sleipson (play on Stetson). Wears a white button down shirt with a charcoal grey vest and tie for formal occasions, otherwise favors simple, dark t-shirts while working.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Celeste ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Corpsman&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> The public story is that the robots awakened by The Institute are merely given guidance and teaching during the three years they spend there--that they themselves are allowed to determine who they will be. Celeste&#039;s existence draws into question whether that is always the case. Instead of the obviously mechanical chassis found on almost every other &quot;graduate&quot; from The Institute, Celeste was covered in the best artificial flesh and skin available. With a soft touch and pleasant, soothing appearance, she was trained practically from &quot;birth&quot; to provide medical aid. The project was a success, and Celeste had a successful career in the medical field. She spent years working with injured and disabled patients, either helping them through convalescence or providing support in their rehabilitation. Eventually, however, she began to wonder if her talents would be better used preventing people from becoming broken in the first place instead of trying to fix them once it happened. Naval service provided an obvious path to achieve this, and she was welcomed enthusiastically by the academy. Since joining, Celeste has been a warm and friendly influence on the squadron--providing friendship, first aid, and even the occasional meal to practice what she is learning in her elective culinary studies. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Sol Daemon ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Logistics&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Sol Daemon is a large man in his early thirties, though at times he seems older. Sol is a man of relatively few words. He has a rough look about him with swollen knuckles and a nose that has obviously been broken more than once. Rumors follow him that before entering the academy, he possibly had a criminal past, but mentioning those in front of him at best earns the speaker a hostile stare and uncomfortable silence until they change the subject. Sol&#039;s main area of focus in the academy has been logistics and supply, but he has earned high marks for his versatility and prowess in combat.<br /> <br /> <br /> === J5B &quot;Jeb&quot; ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Ship Steward&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Of the three robots in the squadron, J5B is definitely the most &quot;robotic&quot;. Robots from the institute are built in resemblance of the human form. While this is *technically* true for J5B--as he is humanoid--that is the limit of it. J5B looks old, worn, and poorly maintained. His asymmetrical body has numerous, obvious patch jobs where random electronics and even things like starship bulkhead pieces have replaced parts of his original chassis. Unsurprisingly, such an eccletic looking individual is also blessed with a very unique personality. J5B is incredibly dedicated to his chosen career as a steward (or &quot;janitor&quot; as he insists). There seems to be no limit to the amount of effort he is willing to expend to do a job right. Beyond that, he has proven to be a competent, if (unsurprisingly) uconventional, fighter. He has offered little, however, to explain his unique physique, skill set, or even why he seems unusually wary and almost suspicious of convenience or being treated well by others. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Orphen ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Marine, Signals/Programming&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> Orphen is a solid team member, if unexceptional. His uniforms are always neat, his hair always trimmed, his shoes always polished right to minimum regulation. A perpetual rule follower. As a Marine he has managed to maintain acceptable scores in drills and on the range, but has not excelled enough in any particular field to earn more than his Rifleman badge. About the only place Orphen seems to show the slightest hint of being above average is his work in the Systems and Programming courses. But even then his grades do not seem to reflect it. While he does not form deep connections, Orphen is as friendly as one would expect of an average student at the academy. But that&#039;s about all that can reliably be said about him: he&#039;s an average student of the academy. In fact, he could be any average student of the academy. <br /> <br /> <br /> === Philip J. Shwift ===<br /> &#039;&#039;&#039;Engineering&#039;&#039;&#039;<br /> <br /> To most people, technology is a tool you use to accomplish goals. To Philip, technology IS the goal. Single-minded to the extreme, he has an absolute fascination with tech. A new piece of equipment can utterly monopolize his attention for hours if not days. If nothing new presents itself, Philip can be just as devoted to designing improvements and additional features for the everyday tech used by the Navy. The coursework studying spike drive theory and design in particular is a subject he has revisited over and over during his stint in the academy. His interest in improving the spike drive, however, has so far led to little practical result. For some reason, the powers that be seem less willing to let him tinker with an in-service spike drive than personal weapons or tools... All this combines to make him a brilliant and reliable engineer capable of keeping all of the equipment and systems used by his squadron not just in working order, but performing above and beyond expectations.<br /> Philip&#039;s appearance is striking. He is a natural albino, with neatly slicked back white hair and a fit but not muscular build. But most distinct of all are the black stains running up from his hands to practically his elbows, making him look as though he is wearing gloves at all times.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>It might be worthwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> == Bifrost System ==<br /> <br /> * [[Bifrost]]<br /> ** [[Sentinel]]<br /> ** [[Gjallarhorn]]<br /> <br /> == Squadron 3 ==<br /> * [[Members]]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>It might be worthwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> == Bifrost System ==<br /> <br /> * [[Bifrost]]<br /> ** [[Sentinel]]<br /> ** [[Gjallarhorn]]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>[[File:JoyceMaureira_SEACITY_s.png]]<br /> <br /> == Bifrost ==<br /> A world of soaring peaks, huge glaciers, and dark, mysterious forests. Cold oceans, teeming with life in their shadowy depths. And scattered across its surface, glittering cities, shining like incandescent gems. <br /> Bifrost is blessed with mild, beautiful summers and cursed with brutal, cold, dark winters. It is not not truly welcoming. It is certainly not forgiving. And yet through our recorded history, it has been our home. <br /> Little is known about the civilization of six centuries past, but our ancestors certainly had a much higher level of technological development when they settled our frozen world. While we have once again begun to thrive and grow, we are nowhere near the previous peak of human accomplishment. Only three generations ago, winter famines were still commonplace. It has only been a few decades since we were able to finally regain the trust of the Angels and begin taking tentative steps out into the shallows of the stellar sea beyond our shores. Only a few decades since the first explorers set foot (again) on Sentinel and discovered the treasures that waited silently over the centuries for us to reclaim them.<br /> <br /> === Government ===<br /> For about one hundred years, Bifrost has operated under a united worldwide government. By a combination of treaties (and unfortunately a few regrettable wars) the separate Nation States were dissolved to form a Parliamentary Republic wherein legislative power lies with a Parliament and Prime Minister, while matters of State are handled by a President elected by popular vote from candidates chosen via a meritocratic selection process. <br /> <br /> === Climate ===<br /> Bifrost&#039;s sun (Sunna) is a main sequence star of a spectrum and luminosity fragments of old science texts tell us is well suited to human life. The planet itself seems to be in the midst of an &quot;ice age&quot; and will be so for several thousand more years, most likely. While the atmosphere is close to ideal for human standards, the temperature range is definitely below the range our species considers &quot;comfortable&quot;. As such it has been determined our people&#039;s difficulty in producing sufficient food and building sufficient shelter to survive the harsh winters is probably not typical of human settled worlds. <br /> <br /> There is a narrow band of the planet&#039;s surface within 15 degrees north and south of the equator that remains ice free year-round, but the majority of the landmass (and particularly the fertile areas) lie outside of that area of relative warmth.<br /> <br /> === Population === <br /> There are currently about 750 million inhabitants of Bifrost, with nearly a million more people living on the various satellite stations, asteroids, and small ships plying the mineral wealth of the system. Additionally there are about two million sturdy souls clinging desperately to life on the arid surface of Gjallarhorn as it orbits over Bifrost.<br /> <br /> === Military ===<br /> A small standing army is maintained, but with the world unified its necessity is constantly questioned. As a result, it is only given the most threadbare amount of funding. <br /> With the beginning of an interplanetary economy, however, piracy was not far behind. As such, there was no question about the necessity of space Navy. Bifrost has put to &quot;sea&quot; a flotilla of nearly four dozen ships of various classes, organized into three &quot;fleets.&quot; Despite a furious effort, only the most basic Spike Drives have been reverse engineered, leaving Bifrost without the ability to visit the distant stars. Work continues on developing the necessary drive tech to enable us to sail the sea of the stars as our ancestors of old, but for now we must be satisfied with short jaunts to Sinthgunt, the dim brown dwarf sister of our sun, where it wanders out beyond our system&#039;s halo of comets. The fleet has established an anchorage there (as well as mining and construction facilities), and it makes an excellent location to train crews and develop competency for the day when the gates of our system are opened fully to the surrounding stars.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Satellites ===<br /> <br /> While there are dozens of stations--and hundreds of unmanned communication and observation platforms--orbiting Bifrost today, three in particular dominate the attention of any observer:<br /> <br /> * [[Sentinel]] - An asteroid moved into a stable orbit around Bifrost<br /> * [[Gjallarhorn]] - The large moon, the only natural satellite of Bifrost.<br /> * [[The Angels]] - Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from leaving the surface of our world.<br /> <br /> === The Rest of the System ===<br /> <br /> Beyond the immediate orbit of Bifrost, the system is sparsely settled. Sprinkled through the belt and even on the surface of some of the moons in the system one can find habitation complexes, refineries, drilling platforms, and even trading posts and facilities dedicated to leisure and entertainment. Private ownership of space craft is still a rarity, but not unheard of. Of course, tools that can break apart space rocks are also quite capable of threatening ships and stations... And the fleet can&#039;t guard every cargo ship in the system...</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>== The Angels ==<br /> Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from leaving the surface of our world.<br /> <br /> It was discovered that our ancestors had originally managed to gain control of the Angels via a psionic communcation system when Bifrost was originally settled. After much trial and error, we were able to re-establish tenuous contact. While we cannot command the Angels, as our ancestors did, we were at least able to gain their trust. The Angels now recognize the IFF codes of our fleet&#039;s ships and allow them to come and go without harassment, as long as we do not approach within a certain distance of one of the angels themselves.<br /> <br /> === Armament ===<br /> <br /> It is not known exactly what the Angels use as their primary weapons, if only because we have never been able to approach them. All that we know for sure is that it is some sort of beam weapon. One with an output an order of magnitude higher than anything we are capable of creating currently, and the ability to vary the dispersal from a beam only centimeters across to a width of over a kilometer at impact.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>== The Angels ==<br /> Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from leaving the surface of our world.<br /> <br /> It was discovered that our ancestors had originally managed to gain the trust of the Angels via a psionic communcation system when Bifrost was originally settled. After much trial and error, we were able to re-establish tenuous contact. While we cannot command the Angels, as our ancestors did, we were at least able to gain their trust. The Angels now recognize the IFF codes of our fleet&#039;s ships and allow them to come and go without harassment, as long as we do not approach within a certain distance of one of the angels themselves.<br /> <br /> === Armament ===<br /> <br /> It is not known exactly what the Angels use as their primary weapons, if only because we have never been able to approach them. All that we know for sure is that it is some sort of beam weapon. One with an output an order of magnitude higher than anything we are capable of creating currently, and the ability to vary the dispersal from a beam only centimeters across to a width of over a kilometer at impact.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: typo</p> <hr /> <div><br /> You all know this. I don’t really have to tell it to you. But I will anyway. It’s important that you always keep this in mind.<br /> We were great once. <br /> We are pretty certain we did not start out here--we came from “the stars”, or so the old stories tell us. And we have no reason to doubt that. Too much about our world and our physiology just does not line up. Bifrost is comfortable enough, we do well on it--thrive even--but there is no way we are a product of some natural evolution of this world. <br /> And then there are those stories. Most of us grew up with an elder telling us that our people were star people. We came from the stars. Made this world our home. Our people built great machines that could answer any question or build your heart’s desire--all you had to do was think of it! The time of our ancestors was one of greatness--people who never knew want, or deprivation, or cold. They could have anything. They could be anyone. Our people were master sailors--merchants and explorers on a jet black sea. And one day we would go back.<br /> Historians, working from fragments, tell us these stories are true. We can still see the evidence. We are told this set of ruins was once a great library. That one a wondrous factory. Another, some other exotic installation we do not even have the ability to comprehend anymore. And even the fantastical part of the stories we have recently realized were true: These silent machines literally responded to the thoughts of those who used them. As the mind speakers have ceased hiding in the shadows and come out into the light--perhaps you among them--we have shed centuries of fear and ignorance. We can doubt this no more. <br /> We &#039;&#039;&#039;were&#039;&#039;&#039; great once. <br /> We had a mastery of reality that beggars belief, enabled by a rare gift that literally allows a person’s mind to touch the very fabric of creation. A gift that we realized, too late, was also a dire curse. When the Scream came, it came only for those so “gifted” as to be able to hear it. In an instant, every individual capable of actually commanding the godlike power of our civilization was dead, their minds burned to a cinder by a horrific screech from the depths of space. <br /> There are fragmented histories of survivors here and there, people not instantly killed by a power beyond mortal ken, but doomed nonetheless: minds permanently broken beyond repair, fractured with madness, and completely unable to control the huge energies at their command. It has taken generations for us to even begin to repair this damage to our people’s minds, and even now the most powerful and stable of the gifted are the quietest echoes of the minds of the past. And where tens of thousands of lanterns once beamed, only dozens of small candles flicker in our night.<br /> Our records of the actual event, its aftermath, and several years following it are almost nonexistent. It seems after generations of having machines that were responsible for recording even the most trivial of details automatically, guided by the light of a gifted mind, it did not even occur to the survivors that they would have to manually record their history now. <br /> This, too, is important for you to keep in mind: The only way our future generations will know what you have done, what you have learned, is if you &#039;&#039;&#039;tell them&#039;&#039;&#039;. <br /> The fragments our ancestors tell us that the damage was not limited to just the minds of human operators. We are told there were once floating cities, but they fell one by one until none were left. There was a gate, we are told, floating above our world that allowed ships to travel easily to other stars. We have since found what remains of it: a cold, lifeless skeleton of a ring pockmarked by centuries of rocks. <br /> We know our ancestors did not learn things too deeply. Why bother? Any knowledge could be had in a moment, on a whim. Minds would simply dive into great archives that contained the sum total of our species’ knowledge. However, with all the minds capable of sorting through such a vast storehouse of information gone, finding even the most trivial things became an enormous undertaking. And eventually, even the archives went silent, worn out and unrepairable. <br /> Remember their failure, and use it to fuel your drive to improve. To excel. Whatever your role, you must learn it until every fiber of your being is bent to it. And when your time comes, you must assure the next generation can carry the torch I am handing you now, made ever so slightly brighter by your own precious knowledge.<br /> A decade after the Scream had passed, even the most foolishly hopeful amongst us realized that no help was coming. Whatever tragedy had befallen us had been universal. When our communication devices went quiet, no one ever thought to check what had happened to our colony as no one was listening. We were on our own. <br /> As you will be, out in the night. You are our light, driving back the darkness. You are the hope that no child ever again must hide from the dark, shivering from the cold. <br /> And hide we did. We slipped into a dark age. We regressed back to a technological standard that could be maintained with what little knowledge remained to us and eked out a cold, miserable existence. For centuries.<br /> But still we never stopped telling the stories. The elders took the children out beneath the night sky and pointed out the Sentinel Star. Pointed out the Angels. Made the children watch as they slid across the blue-black expanse above. The elders whispered: those bright lights were the tools of our people, placed there to protect us from the darkness beyond. Told us that they would keep us safe through the night, no matter how long, until our people could once again see the dawn. Until we could go back up there and reclaim them. <br /> And now, after centuries of night, our dawn is breaking.<br /> By the end of this day, I will no longer call you Cadet. Your time here is done, and you have earned the honors being bestowed upon you. You have proven yourself worthy of carrying the hopes of our people. Now go out and lead us into the light.<br /> &lt;div style=&#039;text-align: right;&#039;&gt;<br /> &lt;pre&gt;<br /> Vice Admiral Clouise Sterson<br /> Commandant<br /> BRN Orbital Academy<br /> &lt;/pre&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: Created page with &quot;== The Angels == Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>== The Angels ==<br /> Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from leaving the surface of our world.<br /> <br /> It was discovered that our ancestors had originally managed to gain the trust of the Angels via a psionic communcation system when Bifrost was originally settled. After much trial and error, we were able to re-establish tenuous contact. While we cannot command the Angels, as our ancestors did, we were at least able to gain their trust. The Angels now recognize the IFF codes of our fleet&#039;s ships and allow them to come and go without harassment, as long as we do not approach within a certain distance of one of the angels themselves.<br /> <br /> === Armament ===<br /> <br /> It is not known exactly what the Angels use as their primary weapons, if only because we have never been able to approach them. All that we know for sure is that it is some sort of beam weapon.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Sentinel ==<br /> <br /> The legends told us that Sentinel, the guardian star that crossed the heavens every night, stood vigil between us and the Angels. It protected us from the darkness beyond. There was surprising truth in those tales...<br /> <br /> Sentinel is an asteroid, honeycombed with tunnels and large openings for landing bays and docks for starships. It was moved into orbit of Bifrost by our ancestors, and serves as the largest &quot;artificial&quot; moon of our planet. It was the first goal of our early spaceships once we convinced the Angels to let us fly above the atmosphere once again. Once there, we found a treasure trove: it was a storehouse of long forgotten knowledge, useful technology, and an entire starship in good (if unusable) condition. For six hundred years, Sentinel had been silently guarding our people from a very specific darkness: the loss of knowledge. <br /> <br /> With what we found on board, we were able to rediscover techniques for building larger and larger space vessels, eventually developing the first interplanetary spacecraft and even eventually regaining the ability to build primitive Spike Drives. The facilities on Sentinel have served the Navy well both in the roles of logistics and command and control, as well as the large habitable volumes being used for training and familiarization of many of the initial navy recruits. With dozens of new stations now orbiting Bifrost and multiple large habitats spread through the solar system, it is considered a great honor for an academy cadet to be selected for one of the classes on Sentinel. In particular, there is a great amount of competition to be one of the lucky few classes assigned to Sentinel during the annual academy graduation ceremony.<br /> <br /> === Starship ===<br /> <br /> In the largest docking bay was the *Nika*, a starship from before the scream, carefully preserved by whoever left it there. As though it were a reward for us reclaiming our place in the skies. She was not functional: her power plants were long depleted by centuries in mothballs. The spike drive, a technology completely beyond us, was completely out of tune. She could not serve us as a ship again, but as a storehouse of knowledge she was invaluable. Her databanks were still intact, and accessible (albeit slowly) without trained psychics. Her spike drive was nonfunctional but perfectly preserved, giving us an actual example to study while rebuilding our proficiency. Having the Nika to study is estimated to have saved us thirty years in spike drive development time. <br /> <br /> Study of the Nika and her systems continue today.<br /> <br /> === The Creche ===<br /> <br /> The most surprising find on Sentinel, however, was not the Nika. In the very center of the asteroid, in an incredibly well shielded and secured room, was The Creche: An advanced production line for the assembly of robotic bodies as well as a large repository of control modules to install into them. The technology base of the creche does not quite match our ancestors, but seems to be a fusion of their tech with something similar to the systems that make up The Angels. There is no record of this we have discovered, and no stories in our folklore that seem refer to it, but it was there. And it had been used, as half the storage receptacles for control modules were empty when the Creche was discovered.<br /> <br /> After a few years of experimentation (and significant debate), a team of scientists assigned to Sentinel were able to successfully make use of the Creche to assemble and activate a robot. The resulting robot was sentient and self aware, but lacked any memories from before the moment of its &quot;birth&quot;. The robot was nicknamed Adam, and spent a little over five years being studied and taught by the scientists stationed on Sentinel. Adam was found to have a level of intelligence essentially equivalent to a human, with the capability to feel emotions and to learn moral and ethical systems, and an inherent sense of self-preservation. With all of this in mind, once the lead scientist delivered her report on Adam to the Senate she requested that he be recognized as a person and be given full rights as any natural born citizen. <br /> <br /> The resulting debate dragged on for weeks, but when a quorum was finally called, the Senate voted to grant Adam the rights of a human citizen of Bifrost. They further voted to fund the &quot;awakening&quot; of more of the control modules stored in the Creche, with the resulting robots being granted their citizenship after a period of observation and instruction to ensure they will be able to assimilate into society. To further this effort, the Creche was carefully disassembled and moved to the surface of Bifrost, so that more facilities could be made available to support it. Ever since, five to ten new robotic citizens have awakened each year.<br /> <br /> The robots do face some suspicion or even outright discrimination from a small percentage of the population, but in general they have been welcomed by society at large as minor celebrities. They have proven useful in several fields, with robot researchers, miners, and even farmers serving to demonstrate their flexibility and capabilities. But no other career path has captured the hearts of the public like those robots who choose to join the Navy. <br /> <br /> In addition to the esteem of dedicating yourself to a life of service, having a non-organic body has distinct advantages in space travel. Robots do not require a pressure suit. They do not consume the limited resources on ships. They can handle hostile environments created by shipboard emergencies in ways their organic crewmates could never dream. As such, Robot discrimination is unheard of in the Navy.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: Created page with &quot; == Sentinel == The legends told us that Sentinel, the guardian star that crossed the heavens every night, stood vigil between us and the Angels. It protected us from the dar...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div><br /> == Sentinel ==<br /> <br /> The legends told us that Sentinel, the guardian star that crossed the heavens every night, stood vigil between us and the Angels. It protected us from the darkness beyond. There was surprising truth in those tales...<br /> <br /> Sentinel is an asteroid, honeycombed with tunnels and large openings for landing bays and docks for starships. It was moved into orbit of Bifrost by our ancestors, and serves as the largest &quot;artificial&quot; moon of our planet. It was the first goal of our early spaceships once we convinced the Angels to let us fly above the atmosphere once again. Once there, we found a treasure trove: it was a storehouse of long forgotten knowledge, useful technology, and an entire starship in good (if unusable) condition. For six hundred years, Sentinel had been silently guarding our people from a very specific darkness: the loss of knowledge. <br /> <br /> With what we found on board, we were able to rediscover techniques for building larger and larger space vessels, eventually developing the first interplanetary spacecraft and even eventually regaining the ability to build primitive Spike Drives. The facilities on Sentinel have served the Navy well both in the roles of logistics and command and control, as well as the large habitable volumes being used for training and familiarization of many of the initial navy recruits. With dozens of new stations now orbiting Bifrost and multiple large habitats spread through the solar system, it is considered a great honor for an academy cadet to be selected for one of the classes on Sentinel. In particular, there is a great amount of competition to be one of the lucky few classes assigned to Sentinel during the annual academy graduation ceremony.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>[[File:JeffBrown_HISTORYSPLASH_s.png]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Gjallarhorn ==<br /> <br /> The lone moon of Bifrost was never a lush paradise, even at its best. The gigantic, ancient machines the settlers brought with them did much to make the moon habitable, but records say it was still expected to be multiple generations before their work would be considered complete. And then the Scream came. The atmosphere machines, along with almost all other forms of technology on Gjallarhorn, slowly decayed and ceased existing for practical purposes. Within a century a unified, prosperous world of deep bore miners, refineries, and farmers had been reduced to a scattering of warring Princedoms--barely surviving as their sword-wielding armsmen clashed over the rapidly diminishing fertile valleys and accessible surface mineral deposits. The people of the planet devolved into classes: The citizen-serfs, huddling in windswept cold valleys where shallow seas once flowed, and their &quot;protectors&quot;, self-proclaimed nobility living in the ruins of ancient outposts in the thinning air of the highlands.<br /> <br /> Life on Gjallarhorn was hard and unforgiving, and it forged its people into a dour and serious-minded lot. They knew there were other humans on the planet below them, but it mattered so little in the grand scheme of things that these other people may as well of been mythical creatures: beings living in a lush world of dark forests and glistening seas, while the people of Gjallarhorn spilled blood over drops of water. This attitude did not serve them well when contact was re-established, once Bifrost regained the trust of the Angels and advanced their spacefaring to the point they could land on the dusty rock orbiting their home. <br /> <br /> The nobles who met the first visitors from the sky were not amused by the perception of having their absolute authority challenged by god-like spacemen. As such, they decided to make an example of these &quot;intruders.&quot; To ensure that the serfs witnessing these travelers knew they were mortals, whose lives were owned by the nobility on whose soil they stood, just like any other, the unarmed, peaceful crew of the lander were immediately attacked by the armsmen of the Prince. Over half died within seconds, while the few survivors were taken hostage and imprisoned. Thus began two years of steadily more tense negotiations, held via captured communicator between the increasingly unhinged Prince and an increasingly frustrated government of Bifrost. Things finally reached a head, when in a fit of pique, the Prince broadcasted the sounds of his men torturing and executing his &quot;guests.&quot; Deciding that the only merciful thing to do at that point was to spare the remaining crew their horrible fate, the furious mission commander orbiting above Gjallarhorn gave clearance to enact the final contingency. The screams of the dying were instantly silenced moments later, the ancient familial edifice under which they were being tortured vanishing in a flash of light and the thundering roar of the impact of a building-sized chunk of rock nudged out of orbit by one of Bifrost&#039;s ships. With no more hostages to protect, things moved quickly. Swords and strong arms provided little threat to fully automatic weapons supported by orbiting ships. The nobility rapidly realized the gravity of their situation and yielded, leading to the last few decades of awkward peace.<br /> <br /> Now Gjallarhorn is being integrated into Bifrost&#039;s society, with all possible haste. The Navy has made it clear they intend to start recruiting heavily from the &quot;serfs,&quot; who&#039;s new status as full citizens of Bifrost guarantee them protections that will serve to rapidly invalidate the existing feudal system on the moon. In an attempt to smooth this transition, they are currently limiting recruitment mostly to the scions of the noble families of Gjallarhorn, hoping that the experience of serving something greater than their family&#039;s personal fortunes will lead to a new generation of nobility less interested in merely exploiting the people they &quot;protect&quot;. Savvy princes have been providing many if not all of their heirs who are not directly in line for the familial title as candidates for Naval service, realizing that any hope of having future influence lay in that path.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: Fill in the info on Bifrost</p> <hr /> <div>[[File:JoyceMaureira_SEACITY_s.png]]<br /> <br /> == Bifrost ==<br /> A world of soaring peaks, huge glaciers, and dark, mysterious forests. Cold oceans, teeming with life in their shadowy depths. And scattered across its surface, glittering cities, shining like incandescent gems. <br /> Bifrost is blessed with mild, beautiful summers and cursed with brutal, cold, dark winters. It is not not truly welcoming. It is certainly not forgiving. And yet through our recorded history, it has been our home. <br /> Little is known about the civilization of six centuries past, but our ancestors certainly had a much higher level of technological development when they settled our frozen world. While we have once again begun to thrive and grow, we are nowhere near the previous peak of human accomplishment. Only three generations ago, winter famines were still commonplace. It has only been a few decades since we were able to finally regain the trust of the Angels and begin taking tentative steps out into the shallows of the stellar sea beyond our shores. Only a few decades since the first explorers set foot (again) on Sentinel and discovered the treasures that waited silently over the centuries for us to reclaim them.<br /> <br /> === Government ===<br /> For about one hundred years, Bifrost has operated under a united worldwide government. By a combination of treaties (and unfortunately a few regrettable wars) the separate Nation States were dissolved to form a Parliamentary Republic wherein legislative power lies with a Parliament and Prime Minister, while matters of State are handled by a President elected by popular vote from candidates chosen via a meritocratic selection process. <br /> <br /> === Climate ===<br /> Bifrost&#039;s sun (Sunna) is a main sequence star of a spectrum and luminosity fragments of old science texts tell us is well suited to human life. The planet itself seems to be in the midst of an &quot;ice age&quot; and will be so for several thousand more years, most likely. While the atmosphere is close to ideal for human standards, the temperature range is definitely below the range our species considers &quot;comfortable&quot;. As such it has been determined our people&#039;s difficulty in producing sufficient food and building sufficient shelter to survive the harsh winters is probably not typical of human settled worlds. <br /> <br /> There is a narrow band of the planet&#039;s surface within 15 degrees north and south of the equator that remains ice free year-round, but the majority of the landmass (and particularly the fertile areas) lie outside of that area of relative warmth.<br /> <br /> === Population === <br /> There are currently about 750 million inhabitants of Bifrost, with nearly a million more people living on the various satellite stations, asteroids, and small ships plying the mineral wealth of the system. Additionally there are about two million sturdy souls clinging desperately to life on the arid surface of Gjallarhorn as it orbits over Bifrost.<br /> <br /> === Military ===<br /> A small standing army is maintained, but with the world unified its necessity is constantly questioned. As a result, it is only given the most threadbare amount of funding. <br /> With the beginning of an interplanetary economy, however, piracy was not far behind. As such, there was no question about the necessity of space Navy. Bifrost has put to &quot;sea&quot; a flotilla of nearly four dozen ships of various classes, organized into three &quot;fleets.&quot; Despite a furious effort, only the most basic Spike Drives have been reverse engineered, leaving Bifrost without the ability to visit the distant stars. Work continues on developing the necessary drive tech to enable us to sail the sea of the stars as our ancestors of old, but for now we must be satisfied with short jaunts to Sinthgunt, the dim brown dwarf sister of our sun, where it wanders out beyond our system&#039;s halo of comets. The fleet has established an anchorage there (as well as mining and construction facilities), and it makes an excellent location to train crews and develop competency for the day when the gates of our system are opened fully to the surrounding stars.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Satellites ===<br /> <br /> While there are dozens of stations--and hundreds of unmanned communication and observation platforms--orbiting Bifrost today, three in particular dominate the attention of any observer:<br /> <br /> * [[Sentinel]] - An asteroid moved into a stable orbit around Bifrost<br /> * [[Gjallarhorn]] - The large moon, the only natural satellite of Bifrost.<br /> * [[The Angels]] - Alien defense platforms ancient beyond reckoning, The Angels automatically defend Bifrost from all threats. For centuries, they also prevented our people from leaving the surface of our world.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div><br /> You all know this. I don’t really have to tell it to you. But I will anyway. It’s important that you always keep this in mind.<br /> We were great once. <br /> We are pretty certain we did not start out here--we came from “the stars”, or so the old stories tell us. And we have no reason to doubt that. Too much about our world and our physiology just does not line up. Bifrost is comfortable enough, we do well on it--thrive even--but there is no way we are a product of some natural evolution of this world. <br /> And then there are those stories. Most of us grew up with an elder telling us that our people were star people. We came from the stars. Made this world our home. Our people built great machines that could answer any question or build your heart’s desire--all you had to do was think of it! The time of our ancestors was one of greatness--people who never knew want, or deprivation, or cold. They could have anything. They could be anyone. Our people were master sailors--merchants and explorers on a jet black sea. And one day we would go back.<br /> Historians, working from fragments, tell us these stories are true. We can still see the evidence. We are told this set of ruins was once a great library. That one a wondrous factory. Another, some other exotic installation we do not even have the ability to comprehend anymore. And even the fantastical part of the stories we have recently realized were true: These silent machines literally responded to the thoughts of those who used them. As the mind speakers have ceased hiding in the shadows and come out into the light--perhaps you among them--we have shed centuries of fear and ignorance. We can doubt this no more. <br /> We &#039;&#039;&#039;were&#039;&#039;&#039; great once. <br /> We had a mastery of reality that beggars belief, enabled by a rare gift that literally allows a person’s mind to touch the very fabric of creation. A gift that we realized, too late, was also a dire curse. When the Scream came, it came only for those so “gifted” as to be able to hear it. In an instant, every individual capable of actually commanding the godlike power of our civilization was dead, their minds burned to a cinder by a horrific screech from the depths of space. <br /> There are fragmented histories of survivors here and there, people not instantly killed by a power beyond mortal ken, but doomed nonetheless: minds permanently broken beyond repair, fractured with madness, and completely unable to control the huge energies at their command. It has taken generations for us to even begin to repair this damage to our people’s minds, and even now the most powerful and stable of the gifted are the quietest echoes of the minds of the past. And where tens of thousands of lanterns once beamed, only dozens of small candles flicker in our night.<br /> Our records of the actual event, its aftermath, and several years following it are almost nonexistent. It seems after generations of having machines that were responsible for recording even the most trivial of details automatically, guided by the light of a gifted mind, it did not even occur to the survivors that they would have to manually record their history now. <br /> This, too, is important for you to keep in mind: The only way our future generations will know what you have done, what you have learned, is if you &#039;&#039;&#039;tell them&#039;&#039;&#039;. <br /> The fragments our ancestors tell us that the damage was not limited to just the minds of human operators. We are told there were once floating cities, but they fell one by one until none were left. There was a gate, we are told, floating above our world that allowed ships to travel easily to other stars. We have since found what remains of it: a cold, lifeless skeleton of a ring pockmarked by centuries of rocks. <br /> We know our ancestors did not learn things too deeply. Why bother? Any knowledge could be had in a moment, on a whim. Minds would simply dive into great archives that contained the sum total of our species’ knowledge. However, with all the minds capable of sorting through such a vast storehouse of information gone, finding even the most trivial things became an enormous undertaking. And eventually,l even the archives went silent, worn out and unrepairable. <br /> Remember their failure, and use it to fuel your drive to improve. To excel. Whatever your role, you must learn it until every fiber of your being is bent to it. And when your time comes, you must assure the next generation can carry the torch I am handing you now, made ever so slightly brighter by your own precious knowledge.<br /> A decade after the Scream had passed, even the most foolishly hopeful amongst us realized that no help was coming. Whatever tragedy had befallen us had been universal. When our communication devices went quiet, no one ever thought to check what had happened to our colony as no one was listening. We were on our own. <br /> As you will be, out in the night. You are our light, driving back the darkness. You are the hope that no child ever again must hide from the dark, shivering from the cold. <br /> And hide we did. We slipped into a dark age. We regressed back to a technological standard that could be maintained with what little knowledge remained to us and eked out a cold, miserable existence. For centuries.<br /> But still we never stopped telling the stories. The elders took the children out beneath the night sky and pointed out the Sentinel Star. Pointed out the Angels. Made the children watch as they slid across the blue-black expanse above. The elders whispered: those bright lights were the tools of our people, placed there to protect us from the darkness beyond. Told us that they would keep us safe through the night, no matter how long, until our people could once again see the dawn. Until we could go back up there and reclaim them. <br /> And now, after centuries of night, our dawn is breaking.<br /> By the end of this day, I will no longer call you Cadet. Your time here is done, and you have earned the honors being bestowed upon you. You have proven yourself worthy of carrying the hopes of our people. Now go out and lead us into the light.<br /> &lt;div style=&#039;text-align: right;&#039;&gt;<br /> &lt;pre&gt;<br /> Vice Admiral Clouise Sterson<br /> Commandant<br /> BRN Orbital Academy<br /> &lt;/pre&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>It might be worthwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> == Bifrost System ==<br /> <br /> * [[Bifrost]]<br /> ** [[Sentinel]]<br /> ** [[Gjallarhorn]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Original Main Page]]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>[[File:JeffBrown_HISTORYSPLASH_s.png]]<br /> <br /> <br /> == Gjallarhorn ==<br /> <br /> The lone moon of Bifrost was never a lush paradise, even at its best. The gigantic, ancient machines the settlers brought with them did much to make the moon habitable, but records say it was still expected to be multiple generations before their work would be considered complete. And then the Scream came. The atmosphere machines, along with almost all other forms of technology on Gjallarhorn, slowly decayed and ceased existing for practical purposes. Within a century a unified, prosperous world of deep bore miners, refineries, and farmers had been reduced to a scattering of warring Princedoms--barely surviving as their sword-wielding armsmen clashed over the rapidly diminishing fertile valleys and accessible surface mineral deposits. The people of the planet devolved into classes: The citizen-serfs, huddling in windswept cold valleys where shallow seas once flowed, and their &quot;protectors&quot;, self-proclaimed nobility living in the ruins of ancient outposts in the thinning air of the highlands.<br /> <br /> Life on Gjallarhorn was hard and unforgiving, and it forged its people into a dour and serious-minded lot. They knew there were other humans on the planet below them, but it mattered so little in the grand scheme of things that these other people may as well of been mythical creatures: being living in a lush world of dark forests and glistening seas, while the people of Gjallarhorn spilled blood over drops of water. This attitude did not serve them well when contact was re-established, once Bifrost regained the trust of the Angels and advanced their spacefaring to the point they could land on the dusty rock orbiting their home. <br /> <br /> The nobles who met the first visitors from the sky were not amused by the perception of having their absolute authority challenged by god-like spacemen. As such, they decided to make an example of these &quot;intruders.&quot; To ensure that the serfs witnessing these travelers knew they were mortals, whose lives were owned by the nobility on whose soil they stood, just like any other, the unarmed, peaceful crew of the lander were immediately attacked by the armsmen of the Prince. Over half died within seconds, while the few survivors were taken hostage and imprisoned. Thus began two years of steadily more tense negotiations, held via captured communicator between the increasingly unhinged Prince and an increasingly frustrated government of Bifrost. Things finally reached a head, when in a fit of pique, the Prince broadcasted the sounds of his men torturing and executing his &quot;guests.&quot; Deciding that the only merciful thing to do at that point was to spare the remaining crew their horrible fate, the furious mission commander orbiting above Gjallarhorn gave clearance to enact the final contingency. The screams of the dying were instantly silenced moments later, the ancient familial edifice under which they were being tortured vanishing in a flash of light and the thundering roar of the impact of a building-sized chunk of rock nudged out of orbit by one of Bifrost&#039;s ships. With no more hostages to protect, things moved quickly. Swords and strong arms provided little threat to fully automatic weapons supported by orbiting ships. The nobility rapidly realized the gravity of their situation and yielded, leading to the last few decades of awkward peace.</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>It might be worldwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> == Bifrost System ==<br /> <br /> * [[Bifrost]]<br /> ** [[Sentinel]]<br /> ** [[Gjallarhorn]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Original Main Page]]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: </p> <hr /> <div>It might be worldwhile starting with the [[Commencement Letter]].<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Original Main Page]]</div>

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<p>Prinnycanbehero: Created page with &quot; You all know this. I don’t really have to tell it to you. But I will anyway. It’s important that you always keep this in mind. We were great once. We are pre...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div><br /> You all know this. I don’t really have to tell it to you. But I will anyway. It’s important that you always keep this in mind.<br /> We were great once. <br /> We are pretty certain we did not start out here--we came from “the stars”, or so the old stories tell us. And we have no reason to doubt that. Too much about our world and our physiology just does not line up. Bifrost is comfortable enough, we do well on it--thrive even--but there is no way we are a product of some natural evolution of this world. <br /> And then there are those stories. Most of us grew up with an elder telling us that our people were star people. We came from the stars. Made this world our home. Our people built great machines that could answer any question or build your heart’s desire--all you had to do was think of it! The time of our ancestors was one of greatness--people who never knew want, or deprivation, or cold. They could have anything. They could be anyone. Our people were master sailors--merchants and explorers on a jet black sea. And one day we would go back.<br /> Historians, working from fragments, tell us these stories are true. We can still see the evidence. We are told this set of ruins was once a great library. That one a wondrous factory. Another, some other exotic installation we do not even have the ability to comprehend anymore. And even the fantastical part of the stories we have recently realized were true: These silent machines literally responded to the thoughts of those who used them. As the mind speakers have ceased hiding in the shadows and come out into the light--perhaps you among them--we have shed centuries of fear and ignorance. We can doubt this no more. <br /> We &#039;&#039;&#039;were&#039;&#039;&#039; great once. <br /> We had a mastery of reality that beggars belief, enabled by a rare gift that literally allows a person’s mind to touch the very fabric of creation. A gift that we realized, too late, was also a dire curse. When the Scream came, it came only for those so “gifted” as to be able to hear it. In an instant, every individual capable of actually commanding the godlike power of our civilization was dead, their minds burned to a cinder by a horrific screech from the depths of space. <br /> There are fragmented histories of survivors here and there, people not instantly killed by a power beyond mortal ken, but doomed nonetheless: minds permanently broken beyond repair, fractured with madness, and completely unable to control the huge energies at their command. It has taken generations for us to even begin to repair this damage to our people’s minds, and even now the most powerful and stable of the gifted are the quietest echoes of the minds of the past. And where tens of thousands of lanterns once beamed, only dozens of small candles flicker in our night.<br /> Our records of the actual event, its aftermath, and several years following it are almost nonexistent. It seems after generations of having machines that were responsible for recording even the most trivial of details automatically, guided by the light of a gifted mind, it did not even occur to the survivors that they would have to manually record their history now. <br /> This, too, is important for you to keep in mind: The only way our future generations will know what you have done, what you have learned, is if you &#039;&#039;&#039;tell them&#039;&#039;&#039;. <br /> The fragments our ancestors tell us that the damage was not limited to just the minds of human operators. We are told there were once floating cities, but they fell one by one until none were left. There was a gate, we are told, floating above our world that allowed ships to travel easily to other stars. We have since found what remains of it: a cold, lifeless skeleton of a ring pockmarked by centuries of rocks. <br /> We know our ancestors did not learn things too deeply. Why bother? Any knowledge could be had in a moment, on a whim. Minds would simply dive into great archives that contained the sum total of our species’ knowledge. However, with all the minds capable of sorting through such a vast storehouse of information gone, finding even the most trivial things became an enormous undertaking. And eventually,l even the archives went silent, worn out and unrepairable. <br /> Remember their failure, and use it to fuel your drive to improve. To excel. Whatever your role, you must learn it until every fiber of your being is bent to it. And when your time comes, you must assure the next generation can carry the torch I am handing you now, made ever so slightly brighter by your own precious knowledge.<br /> A decade after the Scream had passed, even the most foolishly hopeful amongst us realized that no help was coming. Whatever tragedy had befallen us had been universal. When our communication devices went quiet, no one ever thought to check what had happened to our colony as no one was listening. We were on our own. <br /> As you will be, out in the night. You are our light, driving back the darkness. You are the hope that no child ever again must hide from the dark, shivering from the cold. <br /> And hide we did. We slipped into a dark age. We regressed back to a technological standard that could be maintained with what little knowledge remained to us and eked out a cold, miserable existence. For centuries.<br /> But still we never stopped telling the stories. The elders took the children out beneath the night sky and pointed out the Sentinel Star. Pointed out the Angels. Made the children watch as they slid across the blue-black expanse above. The elders whispered: those bright lights were the tools of our people, placed there to protect us from the darkness beyond. Told us that they would keep us safe through the night, no matter how long, until our people could once again see the dawn. Until we could go back up there and reclaim them. <br /> And now, after centuries of night, our dawn is breaking.<br /> By the end of this day, I will no longer call you Cadet. Your time here is done, and you have earned the honors being bestowed upon you. You have proven yourself worthy of carrying the hopes of our people. Now go out and lead us into the light.<br /> &lt;div style=&#039;text-align: right;&#039;&gt;<br /> &lt;pre&gt;<br /> Vice Admiral Clouise Sterson<br /> Commandant<br /> BFN Orbital Academy<br /> &lt;/pre&gt;<br /> &lt;/div&gt;</div>

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