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Frackin' Universe is a massive overhaul mod for StarBound created by Sayter. It boasts new armors, new weapons, new mechanics, new biomes, new dungeons, new quests, new crew, new mech parts, new vehicles, automation. Essentially, more of everything plus more. Lots of science. Get the mod here or on workshop.
Frackin' Universe is an awesome, in-depth modification for Starbound that adds all new depth into the game. I highly encourage you, reader, to play the game with or without the mod, however you choose.
Authors note: I will be drifting away from canon of the original game and will be going into a bit more depth on some of the details. They will either be encompassed in (many) footnotes at the bottom of each chapter, or in special chapters that delve into the fluff exclusively.
I will update the tags as I write.
Chapter One: on that infamous day…
'…wake up.'
'….Wake up. You have overslept…again.' The voice of P.A.I.L. (1) finally caused Murian Courn to stir from her bunk. The young human woman raised her head, and then blinked a few times before her eyes shot wide. Shit! I'm late! She rolled out of bed and was hoping to land deftly on her fingertips and toes.
That isn't exactly what happened.
In her momentary panic, Murian had forgotten that when she tosses and turns in her sleep, the comforters in her bunk have a habit wrapping her in a soft, sleep-inducing cocoon. It is this cocoon that kept her limbs pinned to her body as she rolled, and fell, from the lower bunk, tumbling onto the floor with a graceless 'thump'. Groaning in embarrassment, she looked around the (mercifully empty) dorm, eventually spotting the clock above the door to the hallway, and sighing in relief. 9:45, I haven't missed the graduation yet.
Murian Courn was a human woman with a pale complexion, modest height, and a strong looking frame (curtesy of the academy's training regimen). Her dark brown hair was surprisingly straight given her current state of wakefulness. She had round features and unremarkable brown eyes.
There was no time to shower or groom, however. Murian hastily distangled herself from her comforters, and tossed them haphazardly into a pile on the small bed, mentally noting to make the bed after the ceremony. She reached into the drawers adjacent to her bunk, and pulled out one of several shoddily folded uniforms, a blue one (2) today, and went into one of the three bathrooms in the room to change. Gta iv vice city rage torrent download.
After a moment, Murian emerged in her blue protectorate uniform, and ran a hand through her hair and securing it with a hairband as she jogged out into the foyer. She had a graduation ceremony to catch.
'Running a bit late, aren't you, Ms. Courn.' Mr. Pax, one of the instructors (3), spoke after her as she passed, hardly looking up from the article he was currently enamored in. Murian gave the Apex a passing wave, but otherwise ignored him.
Across the room, she paused at a vending machine, giving a nod to the perturbed avian standing in front of it.
'Hey Nalih, what got stuck in the vending machine this time?' Murian spoke. The Avian looked up, and at her. His features brightened at her approach. 'Oh, hey Muri.' He greeted, 'You're up early.'(4) Unrecognized option error for java in mac.
'Late, and in a hurry, actually.' Murian remarked, 'As I said, what's the machine getting stuck on this time?'
'Oculemonade.' (5) Nalih told her, and sure enough, leaning on the glass panel was a can of the beverage, stuck at the edge of its aisle. Murian shrugged, 'that sucks.' And placed her own pixels into the machine, successfully buying a more traditional cola. 'Ah, soda, truly a healthy breakfast for a busy protector.' he needled her.
'Bite me.' Murian grinned as she turned to leave.
'You'd taste bad!' the avian called after her.
Murian left the common room, and strode into the foyer of the academy, quaffing the soda and disposing of it as she went. The foyer was open, allowing the natural light of the sun sift its way through the surrounding skyscrapers and passing shuttles. The open air and foliage granted an aura of beauty seldom achieved in Earth cities anymore. Test computer license florida in creole. Pink flower petals costed on the breeze from the Protectorate Tree (6), which stood stoutly in the center. A hylotl of murky green coloration sat upon one of the surrounding benches, eyes closed in serene calm. As Murian cut through the greens and passed, she waved the young woman over. 'Sit with me a moment, would you?' she beckoned, 'I promise it won't be long.'
Murian hesitated, but after a moment of thought, relented, sitting beside the hylotl in curiosity.
'How can I help?' Murian offered. The hylotl woman chuckled, her voice betrayed her world-weariness.
'How can I help?' is indeed the question any good protector should be accustomed with.' The hylotl spoke, seemingly more to herself than to the woman who sat beside her.
'So…what DO you need?' Murian queried uncertainly, looking around. The hylotl woman beside her sighed almost imperceptibly.
'The protectorate is always asking that.' She mused, more pointedly this time, 'Eventually they will need to answer the question for themselves. What do THEY need?'
Murian let out a dejected breath, 'If there's no point to this, I really have to get going-'
'Do you see that flower?' The hylotl asked abruptly, silently indicating a defiantly blossoming plant in the green. It was a stout, four-petaled piece, bluish violet in hue, and fully blooming seemingly in spite of the surrounding grass and cool early spring.
'Yes, the green's usually full of them by next month.' She answered, not entirely sure where the hylotl woman was going with this.
'By next month, that flower won't be among them.' She now turned to Murian, 'There has never been a flower like this one ever before and there will never be one like it ever again. As with all things, life goes on, and everything will die or fade away at some point or another.' She spoke, than she took one of the younger woman's hands in her own. 'But remember, not all life is loss and remembering the past.' She told Murian with quiet conviction, 'as the old die and fade, having made their mark on the universe, new life will always grow to take its place, making its own equally significant marks; not as a continuation of what was, but something new, something that will be.'
She let go of Murian's hand, letting it drop to the bench before indicating the flower again. 'Take that flower with you, and remember that through it as you traverse the stars.' Murian looked over at the flower and hesitated. 'Go on, you won't be fined(7). I promise.' the Hylotl woman encouraged her, giving the younger woman a warm smile. Murian did eventually reach down and pluck the hearty little flower, placing the stem into her side pocket, and patting it for safekeeping.
As she turned to continue on her way, she gave a semi-bow to the Hylotl on the bench, her gratitude unsaid, but still received. Murian then turned and began jogging to the doorway opposite from the one she came.
'You're really cutting it close Murian, hurry into the auditorium, the ceremony is about to start.' One of the faculty told her as she arrived. She did just that, finding her place in line with the other graduates. Not a moment too soon. She thought as the crowd quieted and the current Grand Protector, Leda Portia began to speak.
'My fellow protectors, today we come together to witness the Terrene Protectorate(8) grow.' Grand Protector Maven's voice resounded from behind the side of the curtain.
'For over five hundred years, we have stood proud here on Earth, drawing together races of all kinds in the name of peace.'
'Our task: to protect our fellow beings, to support, house, and educate those that seek our aid, and to foster accord between those that aspire to it.' Maven recited from the protectorate manual(9). Just out and admit it already, we're space cops, Murian thought acidly, wisely refraining from vocalizing that in front of her fellow graduates and academy staff.
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'Today, in the name of peace, we welcome our newest compatriots, and present them each with our greatest tool!' there was a pause, 'The matter manipulator(10).' The Grand Protector than produced one of the tools, presumably of several, from within the podium, held it up for the audience (and cameras) to see, and began calling up the graduates to receive them. Student by student, the line in front of Murian began to dwindle as they were called to join the ranks of the protectors.
'Murian Courn!' her name was called, and she stepped up onto the stage, and had made it halfway to the podium where a smiling grand protector stood. Manual som sony x trance pro.
A massive, resounding impact caused the room, the building to shudder uncontrollably.
Amid the confused protectors, Leda looked around. 'What in the-' Her words were interrupted as tentacles the size of tree trunks erupted from the floors and walls of the auditorium, flinging the occupants about as though they were toys. Both Murian and the grand protector stood motionless, agape in incomprehensible horror as debris fell around them.
'…God preserve us…' Leda breathed.
Their moment of stunned terror was short-lived when one such tentacle pierced the floor of the stage, scattering the podium and manipulators, lifting the grand protector into the air. She eyed Murian as the tentacle began to constrict.
'…take…a manipulator.' She choked at the terrified graduate, '…get.ou-' was all she could get out before Murian heard a series of sickening cracks and pops, and the grand protector went limp in the tentacles grasp.
Drawn out of her stunned state, Murian now only had escape on her mind. She broke into a dogged sprint, scooping up one of the scattered manipulators, and turning it on as she ran.
She sighted her first obstacle to escape; the hallway was blocked off by what was presumably once a decorative topiary garden collapsed from the floor above. Hardly slowing down, she switched on the manipulator in her hands, used it to weaken the impromptu barrier, and shouldered her way through without a moment's thought.
'Murian, the next room is flooded completely. You will have to use the maintenance tunnel to get to the bridge to the starport.' P.A.I.L. stated matter-of-factly in the woman's head. In response, she ran to the hallway's system access door (11) and kicked the flimsy portal in. Scrambling up the cramped ladder as quickly as she could, she made her way outside, onto the roof, and then she paused, eyes widened in shock and horror.
The entire city was being torn apart.
As far as Murian could see, skyscrapers all around the city were being taken apart, ruined, or simply being beaten down by titanic tentacles that completely dwarfed the ones that broke apart the auditorium. Fire and smoke abounded in pillars, and even the sky held a fleshy orange-red hue as proper for an apocalypse. Ships flew overhead trying to control the damage, or, more frequently, were flying up in an effort to break atmosphere. Violet-hued beams were shooting up into the sky, carving gashes into buildings and craft as they went.
Strangely, the stark terror that possessed Murian in the auditorium began to subside, and a dissonant, detached calm was left in its wake. The young protector spurred herself into motion once again, hardly pausing as she passed the broken body of a Hylotl in Protectorate uniform; presumably, one of the graduation-goers who was flung from their seat with contemptuous ease, and had the good luck to die on their landing.
I'm so sorry… Shaking her head for focus, Murian dropped down on top of the sky-way to the dock, and jumped inside it through a gouge that was torn into the top. Rolling as she landed, she forced open the door to the academy's stardock (12).
Before she could make it through the secondary door (13) to the stardock proper, a tentacle burst from the ground, considerably smaller than the others she had seen up to this point, merely twice her height in length this time. A wave of panic washed over her, and, without little thought, Murian grabbed the first thing she could find, a heavily damaged protectorate longsword (14) that was leaning on one of the freight scanners. With tears streaming down her frightened features, she hacked at the base of the obstructing appendage, tearing the blade out in a draw cut. The sword was somewhat awkward in her hands as she also held the manipulator, but it sufficed for this purpose. A second hack at the tentacle severed it completely, sending the writhing limb toppling to the floor.
Nimbly dodging the fallen tentacle, Murian at last entered the stardock proper, and growled in frustration. The bay was almost entirely devoid of ships, having undoubtedly been evacuated in the ensuing catastrophe. The only ship left was a Jay-class modular shuttle that was pockmarked in battle damage already (15). It would have to do.
Evidently, P.A.I.L. came to a similar confusion, as the ships thrusters began to start up. 'I have bypassed the securities on that ship, and am assuming control.' The shuttle lifted from the deck, and turned its broadside to her, a loading door sliding open to allow her entry. In a deft motion, Murian leapt aboard, and looked back out the door. As the shuttle began to pull away, and the door began to close, Murian spotted another figure running frantically for the ship as the building itself began to shudder.
'P.A.I.L. wait! There's someone coming!' Not waiting for a reply, the young protector tossed her manipulator and sword further into the cabin, and waited at the still-open cargo door, trying to wave over the sprinting man, as though it would make him run faster. Meanwhile, the shuttle began to hover just outside the exit of the collapsing bay. When the man, reached the edge, he leapt from the edge in a desperate effort to get aboard.
It took all of Murian's reflexes to grab his outstretched arm, and all of her strength to avoid letting go, or falling out, herself. The young man, presumably a cadet or graduate, managed to grab ahold of the ledge of the floor and, with Murian's help, scramble aboard, hyperventilating in terror as he did so.
The shuttle's cargo door slid shut and the humming of the engines told them that the ship was in motion, and the steadily rising note of a strained hyperdrive spooling up set their teeth on edge (16). Glancing at each other in a fresh surge of alarm, the two dashed for the cockpit of the ship. They weren't fast enough, however, as the shuttle lurched into hyperspace, tossing the helpless duo back into the wall. When Murian slammed into the back, stars danced past her eyes, and darkness loomed on the edges of her vision, creeping forth as the force of inertia pressed upon them, denying her breath, and, eventually, consciousness.
Footnotes [I know there are a lot of them, but I really like world-building]:
(1): P.A.I.L. stands for Personal Artificial Intelligence Lattice. These are wireless aids issued to protectors, usually storing themselves in computers embedded in protectorate uniforms. A protector's badge or ID usually contains a miniaturized sensor suite for them.
(2): The color of a protector's uniform more or less indicates their role. Many students don't adhere to this, though, until they graduate. As Murian trained for security and hostile operations, she should be wearing a red uniform, rather than the blue one usually worn by protectorate aerospace pilots.
(3): Mr. Pax was one of the Foreign Cultures instructors for the academy. Murian considered him her favorite instructor, but the feeling was far from mutual.
(4): Murian has a habit of sleeping in, despite several alarms, when she doesn't have any early assignments or lessons the next day.
(5): Oculemonade is a tart drink made from oculemon, a plant that almost perfectly resembles eyeballs. The plant, itself was a byproduct of protectorate and floran greenfinger research in developing cultivated organs or prosthetics, instead yielding a tangy, if odd looking, citrus fruit.
(6): The Protectorate tree is a symbol of peace from the New Hylotl Hierarchy after the Protectorate aided their fledgling defense force against the florans, who had nearly wiped them out some time before. The Hierarchy-Floran war remains the only conflict in history in which the Protectorate actually mobilized its expeditionary force for wartime.
(7): Normally, picking flowers from the foyer green when they're in bloom will net the violator a 500 pixel fine. Like skipping a train ticket, the risk is generally not worth it to most.
(8): The Protectorate, officially the Terrene Protectorate, is one of the five current interstellar superpowers (six if you include the combined Floran Tribes). The superpowers are: The Terrene Protectorate, The Great Empire of Kluex, The New Hylotl Hierarchy, The Miniknog Regime, and The Bearing Confederation. There are also numerous less-powerful independent states in the galaxy.
(9): While the manual preaches the protectorate being composed of humanitarian saviors, most Protectorate duties generally revolve around peacekeeping, mediation of conflicts, and pirate hunting. This puts them in an arms-length relationship with some of the more expansionist factions of known space.
(10): The matter manipulator is one of many pieces of technology exclusive to the Protectorate, as well as open-point teleportation (teleportation not requiring two distinct arrays). Ye hasi wadiya yeh khula aasman mp3 song free download. It is capable of gathering and storing large amounts of raw materials to be uploaded to a fine manipulation interface, where components can be 3d printed. While the Protectorate is dwarfed in size by the other superpowers, it has a major technological edge on all of them.
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(11): Most city buildings on earth at this point are large enough to require their own sets of tunnels to maintain their systems.
(12): The Protectorate academy also acts as one of several bases on Earth, with full facilities for the repair and maintenance of Protectorate Expeditionary and Defense Navy starships.
(13): Here we can surmise that Murian is in one of several security checkpoints that separate the stardock from the rest of the academy. These rooms tend to be shielded and heavily fortified, as to mitigate damage from potential attack.
(14): Swords, and other melee weapons have made resurgence in military use since the discovery of zerchesium-based compounds, which was only amplified by the subsequent introduction of durasteel from first contact with the glitch. Both substances are suitable for armor that can take a great deal more punishment than previous conventional armor.
(15): The Protectorate Service Starship(PSS) Fair Day had docked for repairs after responding to a false distress signal, and being subsequently ambushed by pirates.
(16): Jumping from within an atmosphere is extremely dangerous. As the sudden acceleration and resulting atmospheric turbulence can strain the engine, damage the stardrive (the part of a ship that allows for FTL), put wear on the hull, and seriously injure the crew. P.A.I.L. may have calculated that their best odds for survival were to perform such a jump, as the already damaged shuttle would never have made it into orbit. Contrary to popular belief, though, such a jump does not cause a titanic explosion on the planet in question, though it does produce a sonic boom and form a very interesting contrail.
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Unfortunately, with college starting, I have utterly no idea when the next chapter will be finished.
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