Fannon storylines!

If im bored enough, i might give a crack at the TEC story (yes i know you have already done it, but just so we can have some variety. im not doing it to outdo you, in fact i doubt it will be anywhere as good, just coz i like to write)

hang on, ill write one about a trade ship getting pwn3d by pirates. nothing to do with yours, and it could be ok...

dude it doesnt matter if you copy me(and i sux XD). As long as this game gets some good stories im happy

okay okay im updating again. jus chek the first fan fic story thread

heres most of my new post on the Advent, the rest is on the first fan fic thread. I would give u the name but its to complicated. If anyone cant find it jus PM me and i will give it to u. Sorry to be so disconected about all of this.




"My Lord", said a Lesser Psion, "There are multiple Phase Lanes leading out from this

world, the lanes are long enough that we cannot scout the Lanes within a reasonable

amount of time."

"Damn." said High Commander Salator. "I cannot allow the the High Mindlords to discover that the Return has stalled after our first battle. The prisoners still refuse to talk?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Damn, alright tell Farala and the other Flayers that they have my authorization to use, rigorous, techniques on the prisoners."
"Yes my Lord." the Lesser Psion's face was completly expresionless, as befited one of his rank, only the lower ranks and castes, imperfects(cripples) and headblinds(those who had no Psionic talent) showed their opinions on their faces.
"Sir", it was Salator's friend, High Psion Dorsain, " Do you think it wise to give that sadist Farala free rein?"
"I will remind you that however much the High Mindlords may object, however much I may object to torture, both the High Mindlords and I object far more to the Return stalling. I would die far quicker and far easier if I shot myself in the Head with a plasma rifle than to fail with the Return."
"I understand my Lord, partly I am worried what they will do to our personal if we torture theirs, and what if that world that you so casually annilated was not a Military world but a Civilianone."
"High Psion, only fools would put a Military world this close to the edge of what they believe to be unexplored space."
"Perhaps it was partaly Military, partially Civilian."
"What fool would not separate the types of worlds so as to achieve maximum efficiency, return to your post, High Psion."
"Yes my Lord." Dorsain bowed his head in acquiescence and walked back to his duty station.

Several hours later Salator recieved information on the systems that were the endpoints of the Phase Lanes through his Mindlink( a small crystal embedded in his temple). One of the systems was highly populated and was the administration center for the others in the surrounding area. Four hours later all that was left in the Tal system was the spinning hulks of the Cobalts and

and the updated count is two beginnings one advent one pirate

Can I ask , where is the fan fiction forum?

no, you cant

Use the word, "Damn" a little less, it gets a little repetitive, sorta like that its the High Commanders catch phrase or something.

thankyou for the constructive critisism
i have had that problem before(using a word to many times) and will change it

wait, twice is excessive? I dont think so...

Twice in a row is.

not really... its actually more realistic.

Thankyou

I think I may do one... Not sure what about though...

The assualt into the Taklidan system took barely four hours. As the first wave of frigates Phased into the system, three merchant vessals were about to leave through the same Phase Gate. Beams lept out from the frigates and two of the merchants evaperated in clouds of debris. The third, trailing atmosphere and bodies managed to evade the frigates as they spread out in system. As soon as the frigates had moved away from the Phase Gates a carrier Phased in, disgorged a mass of fighters and bombers. Behind that three capital ships entered the system. The frigates had cleared most of the space ajacent to the Phase Gate when the cap ships entered system with Salator's Mindblade in the lead. The Advent forces swept through the system with light resistence, the few Gauss Cannons defending the planet were causully blotted away and the reasearch labs died soon afterword. After the fighting in space was over High Commander Salator sent a broadcast down to the planet demanding their unconditional surrinder.
"My Lord, the so called TEC," the Lesser Psion invested the word "TEC" with sarcasm, "have rejected your generous offer and continue to offer resistence. Their message was starteling in its...crudity."
"Thankyou, you may go," said Salator. Then, turning to his communication's officer, he said, "Order the Mindblade, the Exile, and the Lost One to begin bombardment of the planet."
"Any particular location sir? Or a general bombardment."
"Yes I do have a particular location in mind, I think this planet's capitol should do nicely."
"Yes my Lord."
Salator watched as the puffs of smoke, so benign from space, blossemed on the planet's surface. The puffs of smoke that looked so harmless from space marked the location of a massive holocaust, a holocaust that was centered on the main population center of the planet.
"Sir", said the communications officer, "the planet is hailing us again."
"Put them through to my Mindlink."
"Yes Sir."
"We were discussing unconditional surrinder before you so rudely terminated the link, do you have anything more to add to conversation?" said Salator to the TEC representitive.
"You BASTERDS! How could you do this?! You've murdered millions of people!"
"If all you have contacted me for is to swear........." Salator let the sentence trail off into ominous silence.
"No, as much as I would like to, I have a duty to the people who are dieing down here. You have our surrender."
"Unconditionally?"
"Unconditionally."
"I will be sending a shuttle down for you at 1300 local time to Casatejal mountain, can you be their by then?"
"Yes" defeat filled the man's voice.
Salator hated himself in that moment with a passion that surprised him, but he had his orders and little things like absolutly destroying a man could not interfere. His thoughts wandered to again to the unwelcome idea that the city he had just annialatted could be Civilian, but no it was impossible. Still, the thought troubled his mind.

I have done a little research and have begun outlining a story on the exile of the Advent beginning with the Highly distorted and corrupted transmission from the Market Analysts and ending at the conclusion of the forced exodus from the Advents original volcanic planet. It will hopefully be an epic tale of how a simple courier captain ends up personally transporting the data and message from a TEC listening post to the head of then developing TEC coalition Board of Directors. ( I figure if they are primarily interested in making a buck we would have high levels of social capitalization to the extent where the Government is formed somewhat akin to a company with a board of directors and what not). The rest I will not reveal quite yet however. There will have to be some surprise left when I actually get the story underway. O and there will be pirates for sure.

Sounds good, wait this means i have compitition. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I have posted my story in a new thread here https://forums.sinsofasolarempire.com/?aid=172030
check it out please

I dont see it that way.

I dont know about you, but I dont start to answer every bit of bad news with "Damn... blahblahblha"

But then again, at least I dont critique attempted 'high style'.