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App for Ancerious-GalacticName:   The Grand Imperial Arcane “Droid” Empire (GIAE, or commonly called “Droid Empire”)
DATE OF FOUNDING: @492 B.C.E (believed)
MAJORITY SPECIES: Xixtis (populate over 2/6 of known “Droid” space but is not believed to have made them)
CULTURE:  almost like the Soviet Union

FLAG:  http://captainironstar.deviantart.com/art/New-flag-old-flag-262588661 (left side is what I use now)
MOTTO: “ Our past is what our enemies’ want to know”
ANTHEM: no main anthem for they do not believe in wasting time on anthems but planets they own do have their own anthems
CAPITAL: unknown
SUB CAPITALS: Stryll
Geronimo: Chapter 4 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)You gazed in awe at Leonardo Da Vinci's workshop. Then you saw a small head pop up from behind a painting canvas. He looked to be about 14 years old. You assumed this was Leo and you introduced yourself. The Doctor followed suit. Leo finally spoke,"Ciao bella, You seem to be a fan of my work." he smiled. You were now friends with a famous guy that died at least 4 centuries before you were born. Thank you time travel. "Yes I am Leo." you answered. Feli was staring at the Mona Lisa make his 'Ve~' noise.The doctor was elsewhere in the room. He was looking at Leo's devices that he was trying to use to fly. he was muttering to himself," Now if we
The WarDuring the height of the Academy (Between 60CC and 80CC) the Code was lived to in extreme ways. So extreme that the traditions threatened the metamorphs with extinction.
CC = Cataclystic Current time, the year counting after the Cataclysm.
CP = Cataclystic Past, all years before the Cataclysm.
CF = Cataclystic Future, all current years counting after the Cataclysm in Earth years.

Since the initial creation of the metamorph, they have always been almost unable to reproduce. The metamorphs are anything but fertile. With Cyberspace being so dangerous, more metamorphs died. Resulting in a negative balance since the first days of their existence.
Ode To Zephyr (WIP?)Jack’s eyes shot open at the start of the clamor. On the stand beside the bed, his phone rattled and beeped. With a grumble, he rose and pulled himself out from underneath the covers. The room was pitch-black aside from the light from his cell phone. He groggily retrieved the phone before answering it.
“It’s Jack,” He plainly stated.
“Thank god. I didn’t know who else to call.” The voice on the other end of the line was tense and hushed. Jack immediately recognized it as his friend, Lawrence.
“What’s going on?”
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"I understand you have filed another report regarding the escapee's genetic code. Would you care to clarify the points in the report, for the record?"

"Yes, sir. We have continued analysis of her samples, and although we are still unable to fully test them with computers, we have come to some rather startling conclusions. First is t
Nature WalkSomething’s wrong with the transmitter and I’m taking the chance to have a nature walk.  The cockpit lies before me.  The craft it’s attached to is not parked as on larger ships but rather docked on the underside, the canopy sticking up through the flight deck floor. This deck is tiny, only holding five Heron Starfighters and a few shuttles.  But it still is pungent with the aroma of fuel, lubricants and just a whiff of smoke.  The canopy rises noiselessly and I am welcomed within.  The cockpit lowers into the waiting Heron’s body with a solid clunk and doors close above me to seal the gap.  The barest puff of Reaction
Hunger of the Sun III"We tracked him as far as Leighton, but lost the trail when they passed a few security checkpoints."

Lucifer sighed, and George bowed his head.

"We're operating in the core, Luce. These fake passports we have won't get us through 3rd Tier checkpoints or into military zones."

"I know. So we have to find another way."

The bald man grimaced.

"We've come this far, and I'm not stupid enough to try and talk you out of finding him. But don't you think we should wait? Bide our time and reinforce our alibi?"

Lucifer didn't answer, taking the time to eject the hundredth cigarette of the day from it's pack and rub his thumb against the tip, igniti
Me and the DoctorI was not ready for this.
I was not ready for running all the time. When I try to run, I can't go very far, and I need to stop often to catch my breath. Yet almost every day we run into some dangerous situation and have to run out of it. I suppose this is one way to get in shape...
I was not ready for following directions. I have always been the kind of person to explore on my own, back when there were things I felt like exploring. Yet I have to listen to the Doctor, and usually he knows best. I want to listen. I really do. But sometimes I'm easily distracted.
I wasn't ready for being brave. When I encounter something genuinely dangerous I wa
TherapyThe Doc says writing stuff down helps. He says I’m supposed to get feelings out by writing them down, because somehow getting stuff from my head into something other people can interact with is supposed to help solve my problems. It’s probably because I don’t like talking about it. I don’t like other people knowing about it.

I say to everyone that I don’t remember. It’s a lie. And it must be a bad one because nobody believes me. I don’t want them to know. I wouldn’t like it. Neither would they.

It’s stupid, really. To think that talking can solve a problem. Marc says that when you put so
AbraxusRichthofen laid back and tried to relax. The seat of the console was comfortable, firm, cool to the touch. He let out a long, soft audible sigh slip from between his bloody lips. and closed his eyes. Not just his head and face, but his whole body was in pain. His ribs were broken. With every breath he could feel the rough edges of the fracture grinding on one another, the area around it was swollen and badly bruised. The adrenaline from the fight had worn off and he was beginning to feel the full extent of the damage. He was beginning to feel it sharply. He could not relax.

Abraxas had not spoken to him in weeks. Even having witnessed his in
Blink and BleedTransformed as they fell, the slates came to black shards, brittle daggers splashing against his shins. The squelch and pump of blood in his boots ran through him, there would be time for that later. His mind held focus upon the task at hand.
The storm sporadically igniting his vision was but a humble and distant crackle, for the drums at his ears were not natural and they were louder than could be grasped, filled with kinetic fury. Each one a testament to their senders intent. To ancient anger in every squeeze and steadied breath.
The hurried lead whistled and snagged at his senses and with each one disbelief arrived. Disbelief of legs still moving. Of a heart still pounding. Of lungs still grasping for one.....
The numbers crashed through, flooding through the flurry of adrenaline and the stamping of cortisol they came- "7.62", "600rpm", "2,350fps" and a flash of a friends body, still and warm.
Like that, instinct fell as the slates and the l
Suits vs CatA tall brunette woman, wearing Sunglasses, a red scarf, and a trench coat, walked up to the enormous office building.  She gave a light smirk as she stepped into the building to see a quartet of men in suits standing infront of the elevator.  Before the elevator and there was a secretary’s desk, the brunette walked up to the desk and rung the bell to be met by the secretary.

The brunette smiled and said, “Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Heins…”

The secretary blinked in confusion for a moment before looking to the computer and muttering, “I don’t think he’s taking any appointments right now…&r
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FYS: The Straight Road

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In the very center of the Ring, is the greatest, and most useless, highway ever constructed. It's three kilometers wide, and over two-hundred and fifty thousand miles long, made of gleaming white ferro-crete, circling the entire circumference of the Ring. Power and hydrogen refill stations are available every twenty-five kilometers and the truck stops actually have comfortable beds and healthy, filling meals.

It has absolutely no reason to exist. Actual long-range transport is handled by high-speed vacuum sealed monorails embedded in the Ring's superstructure, or more rarely by orbital transports flying out from various docking stations on the Ring's outer surface or the beanstalks connecting it to the Earth.

It does, however have two salient features that makes it the darling of automotive fans on the Ring.

One: It has an absolutely perfect driving surface, very wide, very smooth, and effectively flat given the Ring's massive curvature.

Two: There's no speed limit.

Currently it hosts the quadrennial Trans-Circumferal Road Rally, now in its fourth running with over three hundred thousand participating teams, all attempting to be the first to circle the entirety of the Ring in less than one year. A singularly pointless goal, which the Groupmind allows mainly because it keeps several million clever and mechanically inclined people occupied in an absolutely useless manner, when they might otherwise be engaged in plotting against the Groupmind's benevolent rule.

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~rubbervixen Feb 16, 2013
Is the Groupmind against human interstellar colonization?
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*Sir-Talen Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Pretty much. Light lag considerations make keeping direct communication with morphs accompanying the humans very problematical, though in one of my drabbles it does set up off world colonies as a hedge against disaster.

Really, the Ring has everything humans could ever want. Why bother looking outward? ^_^
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~rubbervixen Feb 16, 2013
So the Groupmind would insist on accompanying humans even to the stars. Hmm...

I think the Groupmind will eventually find that if they win, they lose - as they will destroy humankind by preventing it from being human.
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*Sir-Talen Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Exactamundo. That might be the one chink a human could use to put a sliver of doubt into the Groupmind's assumptions. But first you need to get a Captain Picard to deliver the speech.
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~rubbervixen Feb 16, 2013
*giggle* That is what it would take, isn't it? : D
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