The Rebel Faction

I'm thinking standard Interdictors

The 418 Immobilizer was the standard Imperial Interdictor. The first and most prevalent. And it came with levers, standard.

Ugh.

I'm too tired to type a proper response, but ugh.

In other news, the hardware that houses the Daemun consciousness seems to be erased after entering the event horizon of a transgalactic wormhole.

A local WorkerLin reported, "I swear, we didn't know..."

If only it were that easy to kill a God! Not even Levers hurt me anymore... silly Empire and its antiquated fulcrum technology.

If it were me though, I'd still be arguing an accidental ram via hyperspace though.

First of all: Fuck.

I just want to get that out of the way since I’m going to try not to go overboard with the traditional Ahnk Smash Rage.

And, as I say again, I am not with the rest of the Imperial fleet. Therefore, if you are aligned towards them, I am coming in at a different angle, which means it is possible and even probable. At the least, I am at 90 degrees in relation to them and you, and at best it's 180 degrees. Either way, or anywhere in between, and it is probable.

I’ve never said you were; my understanding of the eventual conclusion was that you came in roughly even with me in terms of orbit, although slightly closer to the planet, but in a much different polar relation than the Imperial fleet that is already there. That still would put a large amount of my ships between the shield ship and your intended position.

I think we're on the same page here. But yes, what you said is what Wes postulated. Note that it was just a theory until he fired his missiles. It's still a theory, at least until those scout TIEs finish their scanning run, if they do. But it's a working theory for now.

I’ve reread your post for reference and you did use the word “what if” and “I think”. I don’t have an issue with speculation or attempts to act on speculation, so yeah, we’re on the same page.

Oops. I forgot about them. I'm thinking standard Interdictors, which were large cruisers. Additionally, to create a field as big as the one you're claiming, or gravity shielding like you have, it would take a big ship, or a lot of them, actually. Again, it's a working theory for Wes. He doesn't know it.

Standard Interdictor would be, as denoted, the Immobilizer, the first one to show up in the EU. It’s 600 meters. The Parrow Lin Battleship and Cruiser are both 1000+ meters, as is the Shield Ship, plus the Borleas and Mak-tal Bek cruisers aren’t that much smaller.

I have no issues with theories, but you seemed to jump from, again, “Hai guyz” to “Fuck em up, SS, fuck em up!” in less than a post. Too fast for my liking.

If you want to get into that, I have to ask where your 5000 word RPs are for all those multi-galactic holdings you have. Otherwise, I will call BS on your "computer networks comprised of millions of neural processing centers that span several galxies."

Okay. I’m going to say this once more: stop acting like I have just come out of nowhere and taken a shit on your head.

The Cree’Ar Dominion have been a faction of TRF since long before TRF became TheRebelFaction.com. Do we have as many members as TNO? No. Do we have as many planets as TNO? No. Have we been along as long as TNO? No, although Zeratul joined ERO about the same time that TNO joined TGC, so it’s debatable, but for arguments sake, no.

Now, I will fully admit that I have not spent as many words as you have taking planets. I have had other concerns, one of which was mediating the disk measuring contests between guys like Kach and Drayson and Joren and Vonta. At times I was too busy babysitting you fucks to get any writing done. Simon can vouch for the fact that at times, TRF is a full time job akin to slave labor in a burning coal taste testing plant.

But I have been around. I put a lot of work into my group when I’ve had the time. I’ve had a lot of real life shit drag me away, and with the debacles I got in (see: BEA not being finished), sometimes I didn’t have the motivation to write.

Also, apart from some solid work by two or three homies, I’ve more or less been writing the group alone the entire time.

The root of all my frustrations seems to be the fact that you guys have been presented with a completely unique group in a galaxy altering roleplay and have been doing everything you can to act like we’re just another bunch of guys with ships and nothing is going to change. I’ve been around; the reason it took me a year odd to reply to Cataclysm is not because I wasn’t here but because every post you (and I don’t mean you specifically, I meant you guys, as in everyone) made misrepresented my group to the point where it was easier to just say “ugh, fuck it” then to try and correct you.

Hence, this thread.

As an example of why the “we built this galaxy on rock and roll!” argument pisses me off, I present the roleplay where I introduced the backstory behind the Thylor Opiette pylon, that would eventually be transformed into the Cree’Ar cybernetic nexus. I posted this roleplay well before the concept of roleplaying out R&Ds was drafted. In fact, I posted it on March 15th, 2004. For reference, Wes Vos, the TRF account, was registered June 18th, 2006.

Thylor.
Thylor was once a lush, green world, with flowing lakes and rivers crossing fields of endless of grass. Amongst it, children ran, chasing bugs, giggling in the noonday sun.

And then a decision was made. A decision that forever altered the Thylor system and all it’s neighboring worlds.

A company known as Opiette Technologies had slowly infested itself amongst the government of Thylor. It began to push more and more technology on them… new shields, new weapons, new starships… a new interplanetary communication system. Most of these technologies were not invasive, however, eventually every government that is run by a corporation will sell the dignity of its citizens. It is only a matter of time.

They called it The Opiette Pylon.

A combination of a transceiver and a decoder, it worked in conjunction with implants in a persons skull. Attached to the base of the cerebrum animalia, small nanotechnical fibers connected the implant to the nerve stem of the user. With it, he was offered a range of communication previously unavailable. He merely thought, and he called up information, or started conversation or telecommunication. It was a huge breakthrough in communicative engineering.

But such a gift could never be free.

The price in this instance was privacy and individuality. Each user was now linked to a network, and was constantly signaling it. Thus, at any time, any individual in Thylor society could be found. His movements now were recorded and logged for informative purposes. Even worse, nothing could be done to stop Opiette Technologies from opening a line from the pylon network into a users brain, and pick out the thoughts he believed he was merely amusing himself with. Of course, the government promised to keep a close eye on things… and they did, in a fashion, as it was more and more obvious that Opiette was the true government on Thylor.

And so it began. With one implant to help people communicate, another was soon added to help them concentrate, and then another to help them regulate their cardiovascular system. Slowly, Opiette Technologies began to improve the Thylor… one implant at a time.

Thylor was once a lush, green world, and then a decision was made. A decision that forever altered the Thylor system and all it’s neighboring worlds.

A decision that brought about the wraith of the Cree’Ar.

***

They came at night.

Like all conquerors, they hid in the shadows, using weapons to light their way. They shattered the silence of Ador’s night with explosions.

Announcing themselves as the Thylor Opiette, the massive warships in orbit claimed victory and announced that they were beginning, posthaste, aggressive terraforming operations and that all Skey’g’aar were advised to evacuate the system.

They came at night.

And salvation came with the dawning of the red sun.

***

The Cree’Ar had allowed them sovereignty. They had respected their will to be free and unmolested by the Judicaste, but now the Cree’Ar regretted that decision. The Skey’g’aar had wanted to live free, but they would not live would the Cree’Ar not come to aide them. Surely, their intent for freedom was not to die free?

As politicians often do, they put the issue to debate. In the end, however, the answer was obvious. The Skey’g’aar, as disrespectful as their will to abandon the Red Sun may be, deserved to live. The gods ordained it and now they ordained the reunification of the two peoples.

The gods, sometimes, act in mysterious ways.

With battlements prepared, the Cree’Ar warfleet proceeded to Ador, above which hung a fleet of Thylor Opiette warcruisers, who were systematically laying waste to the world below. Summoning Borleas Quayver himself, the Cree’Ar sent the Thylor Opiette back to the planet from which they came. In short order, the Cree’Ar followed.

Thylor was a much different world then it once was. Orbited by innumerous satellites either capturing or rerouting information, and hundreds of orbital weapons and defense platforms, the world of Thylor was also defended by a huge fleet. Nevertheless, the Cree’Ar knew that victory would come on the ground. The battle in the air was only a terribly costly distraction.

As the warfleets of the two massive empires collided, and Cree’Ar battleships fell one by one, members of the shadowcaste infiltrated the very heart of Thylor. They knew of a complex somewhere, which according to intercepted transmissions, was the starting point for millions of transmissions. They knew this was a command center of a sort.

Or so they thought.

As the shadowcaste returned to their vessels in the sky, a massive explosion ripped through the center of the Thylor world. The explosive charges had succeeded in leveling the complex amongst which they were laid. As the shadowcaste members spoke to Judicators of the strange sights on the planets service, all the Cree’Ar suddenly noticed that no attack was forthcoming from the Thylor Opiette vessels.

No movement whatsoever amongst their fleet.

The Cree’Ar considered. They began firing again, with no effect. They stopped firing, they moved forward, turned as if to retreat, and none of which was enough to provoke a reaction from the opposing vessels. Finally, the shadowcaste stepped forward. They would go to the Thylor vessels directly, and see why they no longer moved.

The stories they had told of the previous strangeness aboard the world of Thylor were incomparable to the stories they now told. The Thylor had stopped.

Aboard the Thylor vessels, the crews stood frozen in mid-motion. Crews’ fingertips hovered over weapons controls. Wounded officers stopped, mid walk, on the way to medical facilities. It was as if the entire Thylor society was suddenly suspended in time, and the Cree’Ar walked among it like Borleas Quayver, unfearing and afraid, calm and very nervous.

The Judicaste, again, debated about the cause of the Thylor Opiette’s demise and what they would do. Of course, as is often the case amongst the Cree’Ar Judicaste, the answer was never really in doubt.

The Thylor Opiette were no longer a people.

Years ago, they had begun a progression towards a state of collective cybernetics. Where every being was not so much a person as he was merely another robotic hand for a robotic brain. The command center the Cree’Ar destroyed was not so much a command center as it was the command. A single source for all the movements, actions, and indeed, the very thoughts of the Thylor Opiette for the last hundred years. Without their collective brain, the Thylor Opiette, long ago weaned off of independent thought and the concept of reaction, simply shut down, waiting for some day, when a new communication would send them to life again, to continue to forward the goals of the Thylor Opiette.

That communication would never arrive, although, one did arrive in its place.

To the Cree’Ar, the body is perfect. Crafted by the gods to carry out his will. Thus, they would never defile it in such a manner. However, a godless people who have defiled themselves obviously no longer support or respect a god, and likewise, a god would no longer support or respect them. The Cree’Ar then had little hesitation in turning the Thylor Opiette’s technology against them. They used the Thylor Opiette pylons, in conjunction with the implants in the Thylor’s heads, to form the cybernetic nexus network. Small at first, it rapidly grew to encompass the entire Thylor Opiette Empire, and continued beyond that, even growing this day. But one thing was for certain.

Thylor was once a lush, green world, and then a decision was made. A decision that brought about the wraith of the Cree’Ar. Now, Thylor stands like many worlds.

A cold, desolate rock, upon which is mounted technology that maintains the backbone of the Cree’Ar Dominion. Even now, its population continues to live on long past their empires demise, as servants of Borleas Quayver inside the Cybernetic Nexus.

And had they left the Skey’g’aar alone, even now, there may not be a Dominion, and the Thylor may well have lived on, perhaps, one day even conquering the Cree’Ar. But that did not happen, because the gods did not wish it to happen.

The gods, sometimes, act in mysterious ways.

Then again… they sometimes act exactly as one would want them to act…

I don't mind you having the holdings for storyline purposes - but please don't use them in fleet threads. It's not fair to those of us who put work in on taking planets for resources.

…what is this, 2005? We’re not arguing about fleet threads and assets, this is fucking Cataclysm! If there’s ever been a more important storyline thread on TRF, I don’t know of one.

I’m not arguing because I want absolute victory, I just want a good story where my technological uniqueness and faction in general is respected, and we get to blow shit up. Downplaying how awesome I am is frustrating.

And actually, yes, they would be. A scan for patterns in jamming such as this would be standard procedure, since it would be looking for ways to crack the jamming codes. Additionally, the droid would have to be on alert for any attempts by the commanders to crack the jamming or break through it. And like I said, this process is slow, cumbersome, and pretty much useless for more than basic commands (go here, do this, etc.). It allows basic ship-to-fighter communication, essentially the same signals that would be sent through light signals, but without the necessity of line of sight or visibility.

The process is not possible. You’re getting thousands of streams of code sent to you from every vessel in my fleet. Astromechs, with the duties already assigned to them, just wouldn’t have the computing power in processing, memory, or basically anything to define patterns of the numbers, let alone separate your patterns from mine.

Ahhh.. come on, Ahnk.

No! You don’t get to come on Ahnk until you buy me dinner, damnit.

If he had a droid insert a virus into your computer networks which are comprised of millions of neural processing centers that span several galaxies (basically infecting the shit out of them since you allude to them all being connected), he'd be slapped for using OOC knowledge for IC use.

There are measures in place to prevent such an occurrence, but it would definitely do a lot of bad shit to me. I’d let it slide if it was written well, planned well, and didn’t seem like something he pulled out of his ass.

But then, when he rp'd something temporary and unique to him (the fact that his fighters use droids when TNO proper fighters do not) in responding to your transmissions of random numbers to limited effect, you again slap him for not knowing your computer networks are comprised of millions of neural processing centers that span several galaxies?
WTF?

I’m not slapping him for not knowing something. I’m slapping him for exceeding the bounds of reality.

How much processing power does it fucking take to send out random numbers?

THAT’S NOT THE ISSUE.

Sending them out is not at question, being able to interpret them is. Here’s what I said earlier in the thread:

What you're basically talking about is akin to putting a person in a room with several thousand speakers. On each of these speakers a different voice is reading a different, seemingly random, stream of numbers. You then come in with your speaker and have it play a series of numbers, and you expect your droids to be able to differentiate one set of numbers from another?

The amount of information your computers are being sent is already overwhelming. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be being jammed, you’d just be being sent numbers. The sheer volume of information you’re being sent, on a continuous basis, makes interrupting that flow with transmissions of your own impossible.

I’ve roleplayed this before at Kiyar. Dolash took no issue with it.

(nevermind Wes is coming from behind which would put your hiding bitch in the very front)

…he’s not coming from my behind. Can we please never even use the word behind again?

then you say his character cannot think that there is a reason your biggest (who we associate also with being the baddest) mutha is hiding like a little girl?

There’s a difference between think and know. One is reasonable, the other is over the line. His post says he thinks it. I can accept that.

So, who cares if he hits a shield ship flying through your fleet?

I care, because it’s not possible. As Heir said,

If it were me though, I'd still be arguing an accidental ram via hyperspace though.

Granted, I’m not an insufferable prick like he is, but I AM quite the bastard in my own right, so I’m not about to just say “oh, well. Sure, it’s impossible, but let’s pretend it’s not because you guys want me to”. Impossible is impossible.

Mark it down. This is a 1 in 1 million chance happening. No more such happenings for the rest of the thread. Or for the next four or five threads. At least.

…you can’t simply excuse impossible actions by saying “Oh, but don’t worry, we won’t do it again”. That is absurd and insulting.

Heck, you probably have several in the system since, in describing the Cree Ar fleet I was going for a more spread out approaching, the Cree Ar thinking that the humans would not want to pay for jumping through their anomalies, wormholes, etc.. with the lives of their ships and fleet or that the cost would be too much.
Wes proved them wrong in paying that cost but he's not necessarily in a better position.

As a rule, unless I have a Tetrasphere, I have two shield ships. One is on while the other cools down. At an engagement like this, with the size of my fleet, there’s probably about 4 or 5, purely because you’d need to have at least 2 on to cover the area my fleet would spread to.

Wes - The writing still puts your ships in No Man's Land (between planet and Cree Ar Fleet).

…then why the hell did you say he’s coming from my behind. -_- Argh!

I thought his mentioning of the uniqueness of his fighters having droids was interesting and if an astromech can perform tons of equations for hyperspace traveling, I am sure they can insert some form of rudimentary code within random numbers. While a gray area of how other fighter droids can figure out which numbers are code and which ones are random, I would imagine the answer would be in locating patterns. Maybe if the numbers were transmitted onto monitor and, oh, I don't know, the droids simply changed the color of their numbers to help in picking out the pattern?? I mean, shit. You're arguing this?

It doesn’t work like that. Transmissions are sent as binary code because that is the most condensed and efficient way to send any kind of signal. It is then decoded by a computer on the other end and translated back to whatever format it was. Numbers become letters or pictures or sounds. Anything can be expressed in binary code as long as the decoder translates it properly. Bandwidth is still a concern in the Star Wars galaxy as denoted by delays (most notable example being in ROTJ, when the Tyderium sends the code and it takes a few minutes to first get to the Executor and then to be decoded), so to send massive amounts of unencrypted data, such as a hologram or raw audio, would be infeasible, not to mention the idea of sending raw streams of audio energy between one spaceship and the other… not possible. So it’s code, or signals in hardlight which require line of sight. I can’t block those, but it does limit their ability to communicate because they need line of sight. But in terms of binary code, it would take a massive amount of processing power to, in real time, decode and separate the information Wes sent from the absolute deluge of information I have sent. Hence, his ability to communicate is jammed.

Simply adding a font change, such as a bold tag to his numbers, would have no effect because such a tag would still be numbers. There are just too much numbers for an astromech droid to interpret.

I actually liked Wes' post.

I did too! I never said I didn’t. I just have issues with some of the things he did. On the whole, the post was good.