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Post by MrSpock »

it's just the sm team got something for now to shut up.
the story is good and the text alone doesn't give really anything.
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Post by Nariis »

New story, incorporated some of Trap2's stuff. :)



It is difficult to know now what happened. There are few remaining records of those dark days, and although thousands managed to survive, very few have been willing to speak of what they witnessed. Rumors abound though, and perhaps in them is a glimmer of the truth.

What is known is this: The galaxy was destroyed by a race never before encountered. World after world fell before their might, their suns extinguished as if they were nothing more than a candle. Millions of people were lost, then billions, the numbers rising until they were beyond comprehension. The galaxy was dying, spilling out the lifebloods of all the races, and still they fought back. Fleet after fleet were sent out against the enemy, but it quickly became apparent that their efforts would be nothing more than a stalling maneuver to allow the massive evacuations of as many systems as possible.

It has not yet been determined if the cause of the sever solar storms were a byproduct of the number of suns destroyed, or if the enemy themselves were able to create the storms at will. The solar storms ripped through the trade lanes, damaging ports and ships that could not get out of the way in time. At least the ships and ports had some measure of shielding already, so few were lost aboard them. Those who were planetbound when the solar storm struck were not as lucky, dying slow, terrifying deaths as the storm stripped away the atmosphere in a matter of days, bombarding the bared surface with high level radiation. Only those who were able to get deep underground or in well shielded structures were able to survive.

History does not record all the names, the dates, or the places, but a last desperate alliance of all the races decided to take the final course of action left to them -- and so they fled.

The Humans and Nijarins fled together, utilizing the jump drives and cloaking technologies of the humans to flee quickly and without detection, and the Nijarin's weapons to destroy any enemy that attempted to give chase. Faced with the prospect of it taking years, even with jump drives, to reach the next nearest galaxy, many of the survivors of both races opted to go into cryostasis, leaving behind skeleton crews to pilot the ships.

It took the massive fleet nearly thirty years to reach a new home, and they weren't exactly welcomed with open arms. However, treaties were finally hammered out between the survivors and the galaxy's original inhabitants, with specific systems allocated for the survivors. A small disagreement in the negotiations though caused a rift to once again form between the humans. The separationists called themselves 'Zatarians' after a well known war hero.

A new Galactic Council was born from those treaties, and for a long time peace reigned, but recently there have been troubling signs. The races have grown wary of each other, voices in council chambers call out for war, and there are rumors of mercenary bands claiming their own realms, fortifying planets, preying on the weak, and defying council edicts.

Peace has become fragile as the lessons of the past are forgotten, and once again we live in dangerous times...

Space Merchant Realms is a game of skill, strategy, and roleplaying. Top rank isn't always determined by your skills at trading or fighting, but also by your ability to command, negotiate, and cooperate with your fellow alliancemates and other players. Those that can successfully do this can consider themselves some of the best players Space Merchant Realms has to offer.


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I like it!
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Well before I had seen Nari's I had started to write my own story, it is alot longer, but used or not, I post it here, for your enjoyment.

SMR2: New Beginnings.

That which we had feared had once again come upon us. The storms which drove us from our homes once before returned, only this time, there was no where we could flee. Something had caused universal constants to become as variable as the tides of a sea, and things like gravity began to ebb and recede. The solar storms from long ago were just a precursor to the main event, the universe ripping itself a part in a cyclone of shifting forces. No one knew what caused this chaos, and after the discovery no one cared anymore. The news caused another kind of chaos, as panic caused new allegiances to fall, and war broke out everywhere.

Remembering the last time trouble of this kind showed its face, scientists and diplomats from the Nijarin, Human and WQ Human governments to once again band together and find away to escape the fate of the universe. After much debate, the only answer was clear; the only way to save ourselves was to somehow leave the universe, a task daunting to say the least, though most would say impossible. A flurry of research into all possible facets of science went forth, and yielded only disappointment. We began to research instead possible ways of preserving cryogenic colonies of our races to weather out the storm when a breakthrough heralded forth, not from science where we were looking, but buried deep in mythology and legend.

A Nijarin archeologist had been working on translating some ruins on an asteroid near the dead zone, a region of space desolate and volatile. According to the legend an ancient and advanced race also faced the end of the universe many billions of years ago, but were spared destruction by fleeing the universe. Though no details were given, a metal tablet was recovered. Though warped by intense forces, the engraving on it was able to be deciphered. It was a map of the dead zone, with some sort of vast structure located right at the center.

Using specially designed scout ships, we set out in search of this unknown structure. The search itself posed daunting problems. The region of space was theorized to have once been a galaxy, but it was some how ripped apart. Now the area was a huge gas cloud, with some unusual properties. It seems the surrounding gases have been somehow energized, rendering scanners useless. Propulsion was also an issue, since a ships thrust never had the desired affect, and it seemed as though directions themselves had different meanings in the zone. Light itself has problems in the zone, no light could pass thru or even penetrate the zone, meaning communication was out of the question. However using adjusted WQ cloak generators to act as a kind of energy shield a wing of specially designed ships ventured forth to find the relic.

As they passed into the zone, tendrils of gas and dust danced in the wake of the 5 ships. The ships separated to search for the relic moving deeper into the zone. As one of the ships heading towards the center of the zone broke thru a tendril, a vast shadow appeared out of the mists. Drawing closer the shadow began to take shape, and eventually the last tendrils fell away and a great ring emerged. As the ship drew closer a brilliant beam of light caught the ship. Those on board are still unsure exactly what happened, however when they came to both their minds and the ships computer banks were filled with all sorts of information. The pilot engaged a special jump drive, designed to fling them far out of the zone and they made their way back home. They were the only ones to return, and it was never found out what happened to the 4 other ships, they may still drift endlessly in the zone.

The tale found in the minds of the crew, and the computer fulfilled wildest expectations and for the first time in a long while, we had hope. The device is a pan-universal warp generator, used to cross the gaps between dimensions themselves. It was built eons ago by a highly advanced race fleeing a universal cascade, according to the records their term for the disaster plaguing us now. The zone surrounds the device and is at the point in the universe where the cascade is weakest; it is also the last place the cascade would hit. The device is automatically activated when the cascade touched the fringe of the zone and any ship inside the ring would begin its journey.

In earnest we began to prepare, constructing huge ships to hold our remaining populations and using the new data, we constructed a new shield type to allow us to safely enter the zone. We had tried to warn the other races, but our warnings, our pleas went unanswered, and we feared we may already be the last alive in the universe.

Our ill-prepared ships were finally ready and we set out on our final voyage in this universe. Tracing the route of the surviving scout ship, we too were soon enveloped by the tendrils of gas, tendrils that had stood while the universe itself was wrought apart around. Finally we had reached the vast gateway, our only means of survival, not all of us however had reached the ring, some transports had vanished, had gotten lost or had failed somewhere on the way. Our hearts yearn to learn of their fate, but time did not permit. We assembled inside the ring, tiny compared with what could be held and waited.

We did not have to wait long, however and with a gut-wrenching feel of differentness everything changed, a flash that felt almost timeless of something, profound and unreal, some termed it, the multiverse itself; a feeling of falling towards… something, a bubble or some sort. And then we were back in our ships, and we were surrounded by ships, unknown ships, so alien – and they were firing, the call to battle stations went out until we realized we were not the targets.

Later we were told that the races of this universe had been at war for centuries and we had suddenly appeared in the midst of the battle that was supposed to decide the fate of all races in this universe. However at the time, all we knew was that we had appeared surrounded by vast fleets.

Some call our arrival destiny, some call it chance, but either way, our arrival had ended the war, and we acting as un-biased mediators had been able to arrange a cease-fire. However peace is a fragile thing, and there are some out there that distrust us, and all seem to be awaiting something, some excuse to fight again.
My ties are severed clean, the less I have the more I gain, off the beaten path I reign, rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond, call me what you will

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maybe nariis can work it out, if shes back.
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Re: new login story

Post by RCK »

Might be a good little back story to put on the wiki, but not really good for ingame as we already have a new story line on the main page
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