Happy Birthday - Guardian Style (It's a cake made from meat!)
Carnivorous Space Elves AKA The Guardians
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What an amazing Birthday Present for this thread!
I recieved an email yestarday (the 16th!) that my story was a runner up for the novella competition! I haven't checked my emails until now. Of course, my story was Guardian inspired
- but it was only around 1,000 words, and it is a pretty dark read by the time you get to the end, and I really didn't see it becoming a runner up as I had written it in a very surreal fashion.
I'll leave the link here for the novella winner and runners up: https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showt...ella-Winners?p=6246681&viewfull=1#post6246681
Great work to all the writers
My story is in the spoiler, below.
Before me lies the precipice, the untold doom of our time. Thunderously invasive, howling tones disrupt my rhythmic thought – eyes wide open in despair.
We once explored the cosmos, taking our fill of the abundant brightness in the dark, reaping the hard-won toil of our endeavours with great smiles and joy, filling the spiral with our melody.
Each world was a discovery and each creature a new world.
Our expansion through the multi-verses knew no bounds. No star too distant, no rocky disc left ignored, no planet far from grasp.
We tended the Spiral Garden. We took yet protected. We were… cruel… yet careful…
Then there is the belief in The Dust.
An idea, at first… Then later… a disaster…
Many of us were swayed by their sweet, sweet serenity; songs of beauty that moved our hearts as we meddled with the children of our own intelligent design.
They grew in belief and then in number, flourishing for more. When belief and number were not enough, however, they grew in strength and anger.
Opposing forces, opposing wills… the Song of Discord came to a cry, for the Song of Calamity was now.
From the Great Dark, they came, seeking and spreading to new ground, our ground, in their endless conquest to sate their hunger, lying through their inactions.
It was said they claimed the Spiral Garden once before – arriving without notice, without warning, to claim back what we thought was ours.
Despite our best intentions, it was now clear...
All they had to do was wait; to study us; to pave way an aim to feed on us, the so-called caretakers of paradise.
No song can conquer them… No force could subdue them; for they are natures’ wrath.
We could manage them for a time, to study them, to learn about them, yet our grace is now outshone by their ominous glow across all our worlds during this grand melody.
The Speakers of The Dust sung their worry of our dabbling, of our ego, our hubris, when all was well before the Song of Discord, before the Song of Calamity.
They claimed prophecy, haunting us with grim worry...
Dark times ahead, they chanted, for when it comes on that fateful day, and the last of our light is extinguished across our Spiral Garden, we will return to The Dust… a mythical heaven to sustain us with anthem for eternity.
I stare upon the demise of ours; my demise… for the time has come, you see, for me, like it had for so many others that I once knew.
Weeping, another blast of cacophonous howls pierced my mind, forcing my limp, petrified form to my knees in a swirling hurricane of air and light.
The gamma light, I recall them saying, was so beautiful to behold if one could witness it with their own eyes.
A great lie, it was, for what I saw before me was perfection… the colour was glorious as it was dazzling.
Arms limp, I marvel upon the ultimate form of nature, and I despair…
My Song will perish to The Dust, it would now seem, for my life and joys I have experienced have meant nothing in the face of what stares back at me, shrieking delightful tones at my hopeless, helpless mind, body, and soul.
Beneath me, the ground trembles under the power of its roar and, little by little, pebble by pebble, the grains of dirt that surround me rise from the ground as if by arcane means.
For a moment, I felt comfort, as if it, too, were lifting my heavy body and my burdens…
My wispy, madly fluttering silken attire, adorned with the sacred symmetry of my people, singes, little by little, at frayed threads… an omen of yet what was to grace me.
I barely note the flowing smoke, for all I can fixate on is the giant, brilliant eye from above, mixing my blurred vision with the burning, swirling embers emanating from my robes.
It was then that I took heart, staring at the bleak, dark-grey clouds of my world far beyond the force of nature which imperils me, for that is when a crack in the heavens revealed a ray of starlight on the horizon as I remained, trembling, on my weary knees.
There are many stars like it. It isn’t special, by any means. It is quite ordinary. But I think it is special.
For millennia, it has cradled life on my planet, and so it shall forever continue to do so in the future… until, inevitably, that loving, mothering star will also return to The Dust.
I knew that such a comforting thought was fleeting, however… for the Swarm that is of their kind blotted out that sole ray of hope parting the crying clouds, crushing the last vestiges of my whimpering mind and soul.
They do not experience existence the same way as we do…
They fail to understand our song and dance in this, our Spiral Garden… No… they do not even comprehend to entertain us with such alien thoughts, such ignorance…
It was upon me now, my final breath, my final song.
Petals rotating, the sweet, sweet hum heightened in strength, and in awe. The vibrant, green glow, emanating from its eye, grew many times in power, as if to paralyze any hope that dared to remain.
My world came to a harrowing crawl… every detail gradual, yet purposeful, clamouring for freedom that has taken root throughout my fragile, mortal being.
It was then that both I and the Perfection… screamed…
Ablaze, my attire flitters and smokes, ravaging those long admired sacred symbols of my star-seeking people.
I have accepted my place amongst the dust swirling about me, the ashen existence that awaits me…
With one final litany, I agonizingly, atom by atom, succumb to the wondrous gamma light smothering my red skin, soothing my bubbling flesh to the heat of the phenomena that is The Swarm’s enlightenment.
My name is Aluska… and I… was once all that was…
I recieved an email yestarday (the 16th!) that my story was a runner up for the novella competition! I haven't checked my emails until now. Of course, my story was Guardian inspired
- but it was only around 1,000 words, and it is a pretty dark read by the time you get to the end, and I really didn't see it becoming a runner up as I had written it in a very surreal fashion.I'll leave the link here for the novella winner and runners up: https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showt...ella-Winners?p=6246681&viewfull=1#post6246681
Great work to all the writers
My story is in the spoiler, below.
All That Was
Before me lies the precipice, the untold doom of our time. Thunderously invasive, howling tones disrupt my rhythmic thought – eyes wide open in despair.
We once explored the cosmos, taking our fill of the abundant brightness in the dark, reaping the hard-won toil of our endeavours with great smiles and joy, filling the spiral with our melody.
Each world was a discovery and each creature a new world.
Our expansion through the multi-verses knew no bounds. No star too distant, no rocky disc left ignored, no planet far from grasp.
We tended the Spiral Garden. We took yet protected. We were… cruel… yet careful…
Then there is the belief in The Dust.
An idea, at first… Then later… a disaster…
Many of us were swayed by their sweet, sweet serenity; songs of beauty that moved our hearts as we meddled with the children of our own intelligent design.
They grew in belief and then in number, flourishing for more. When belief and number were not enough, however, they grew in strength and anger.
Opposing forces, opposing wills… the Song of Discord came to a cry, for the Song of Calamity was now.
From the Great Dark, they came, seeking and spreading to new ground, our ground, in their endless conquest to sate their hunger, lying through their inactions.
It was said they claimed the Spiral Garden once before – arriving without notice, without warning, to claim back what we thought was ours.
Despite our best intentions, it was now clear...
All they had to do was wait; to study us; to pave way an aim to feed on us, the so-called caretakers of paradise.
No song can conquer them… No force could subdue them; for they are natures’ wrath.
We could manage them for a time, to study them, to learn about them, yet our grace is now outshone by their ominous glow across all our worlds during this grand melody.
The Speakers of The Dust sung their worry of our dabbling, of our ego, our hubris, when all was well before the Song of Discord, before the Song of Calamity.
They claimed prophecy, haunting us with grim worry...
Dark times ahead, they chanted, for when it comes on that fateful day, and the last of our light is extinguished across our Spiral Garden, we will return to The Dust… a mythical heaven to sustain us with anthem for eternity.
I stare upon the demise of ours; my demise… for the time has come, you see, for me, like it had for so many others that I once knew.
Weeping, another blast of cacophonous howls pierced my mind, forcing my limp, petrified form to my knees in a swirling hurricane of air and light.
The gamma light, I recall them saying, was so beautiful to behold if one could witness it with their own eyes.
A great lie, it was, for what I saw before me was perfection… the colour was glorious as it was dazzling.
Arms limp, I marvel upon the ultimate form of nature, and I despair…
My Song will perish to The Dust, it would now seem, for my life and joys I have experienced have meant nothing in the face of what stares back at me, shrieking delightful tones at my hopeless, helpless mind, body, and soul.
Beneath me, the ground trembles under the power of its roar and, little by little, pebble by pebble, the grains of dirt that surround me rise from the ground as if by arcane means.
For a moment, I felt comfort, as if it, too, were lifting my heavy body and my burdens…
My wispy, madly fluttering silken attire, adorned with the sacred symmetry of my people, singes, little by little, at frayed threads… an omen of yet what was to grace me.
I barely note the flowing smoke, for all I can fixate on is the giant, brilliant eye from above, mixing my blurred vision with the burning, swirling embers emanating from my robes.
It was then that I took heart, staring at the bleak, dark-grey clouds of my world far beyond the force of nature which imperils me, for that is when a crack in the heavens revealed a ray of starlight on the horizon as I remained, trembling, on my weary knees.
There are many stars like it. It isn’t special, by any means. It is quite ordinary. But I think it is special.
For millennia, it has cradled life on my planet, and so it shall forever continue to do so in the future… until, inevitably, that loving, mothering star will also return to The Dust.
I knew that such a comforting thought was fleeting, however… for the Swarm that is of their kind blotted out that sole ray of hope parting the crying clouds, crushing the last vestiges of my whimpering mind and soul.
They do not experience existence the same way as we do…
They fail to understand our song and dance in this, our Spiral Garden… No… they do not even comprehend to entertain us with such alien thoughts, such ignorance…
It was upon me now, my final breath, my final song.
Petals rotating, the sweet, sweet hum heightened in strength, and in awe. The vibrant, green glow, emanating from its eye, grew many times in power, as if to paralyze any hope that dared to remain.
My world came to a harrowing crawl… every detail gradual, yet purposeful, clamouring for freedom that has taken root throughout my fragile, mortal being.
It was then that both I and the Perfection… screamed…
Ablaze, my attire flitters and smokes, ravaging those long admired sacred symbols of my star-seeking people.
I have accepted my place amongst the dust swirling about me, the ashen existence that awaits me…
With one final litany, I agonizingly, atom by atom, succumb to the wondrous gamma light smothering my red skin, soothing my bubbling flesh to the heat of the phenomena that is The Swarm’s enlightenment.
My name is Aluska… and I… was once all that was…
Congratulations!What an amazing Birthday Present for this thread!
I recieved an email yestarday (the 16th!) that my story was a runner up for the novella competition! I haven't checked my emails until now. Of course, my story was Guardian inspired
I'll leave the link here for the novella winner and runners up: https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showt...ella-Winners?p=6246681&viewfull=1#post6246681
Great work to all the writers
My story is in the spoiler, below.
All That Was
Before me lies the precipice, the untold doom of our time. Thunderously invasive, howling tones disrupt my rhythmic thought – eyes wide open in despair.
We once explored the cosmos, taking our fill of the abundant brightness in the dark, reaping the hard-won toil of our endeavours with great smiles and joy, filling the spiral with our melody.
Each world was a discovery and each creature a new world.
Our expansion through the multi-verses knew no bounds. No star too distant, no rocky disc left ignored, no planet far from grasp.
We tended the Spiral Garden. We took yet protected. We were… cruel… yet careful…
Then there is the belief in The Dust.
An idea, at first… Then later… a disaster…
Many of us were swayed by their sweet, sweet serenity; songs of beauty that moved our hearts as we meddled with the children of our own intelligent design.
They grew in belief and then in number, flourishing for more. When belief and number were not enough, however, they grew in strength and anger.
Opposing forces, opposing wills… the Song of Discord came to a cry, for the Song of Calamity was now.
From the Great Dark, they came, seeking and spreading to new ground, our ground, in their endless conquest to sate their hunger, lying through their inactions.
It was said they claimed the Spiral Garden once before – arriving without notice, without warning, to claim back what we thought was ours.
Despite our best intentions, it was now clear...
All they had to do was wait; to study us; to pave way an aim to feed on us, the so-called caretakers of paradise.
No song can conquer them… No force could subdue them; for they are natures’ wrath.
We could manage them for a time, to study them, to learn about them, yet our grace is now outshone by their ominous glow across all our worlds during this grand melody.
The Speakers of The Dust sung their worry of our dabbling, of our ego, our hubris, when all was well before the Song of Discord, before the Song of Calamity.
They claimed prophecy, haunting us with grim worry...
Dark times ahead, they chanted, for when it comes on that fateful day, and the last of our light is extinguished across our Spiral Garden, we will return to The Dust… a mythical heaven to sustain us with anthem for eternity.
I stare upon the demise of ours; my demise… for the time has come, you see, for me, like it had for so many others that I once knew.
Weeping, another blast of cacophonous howls pierced my mind, forcing my limp, petrified form to my knees in a swirling hurricane of air and light.
The gamma light, I recall them saying, was so beautiful to behold if one could witness it with their own eyes.
A great lie, it was, for what I saw before me was perfection… the colour was glorious as it was dazzling.
Arms limp, I marvel upon the ultimate form of nature, and I despair…
My Song will perish to The Dust, it would now seem, for my life and joys I have experienced have meant nothing in the face of what stares back at me, shrieking delightful tones at my hopeless, helpless mind, body, and soul.
Beneath me, the ground trembles under the power of its roar and, little by little, pebble by pebble, the grains of dirt that surround me rise from the ground as if by arcane means.
For a moment, I felt comfort, as if it, too, were lifting my heavy body and my burdens…
My wispy, madly fluttering silken attire, adorned with the sacred symmetry of my people, singes, little by little, at frayed threads… an omen of yet what was to grace me.
I barely note the flowing smoke, for all I can fixate on is the giant, brilliant eye from above, mixing my blurred vision with the burning, swirling embers emanating from my robes.
It was then that I took heart, staring at the bleak, dark-grey clouds of my world far beyond the force of nature which imperils me, for that is when a crack in the heavens revealed a ray of starlight on the horizon as I remained, trembling, on my weary knees.
There are many stars like it. It isn’t special, by any means. It is quite ordinary. But I think it is special.
For millennia, it has cradled life on my planet, and so it shall forever continue to do so in the future… until, inevitably, that loving, mothering star will also return to The Dust.
I knew that such a comforting thought was fleeting, however… for the Swarm that is of their kind blotted out that sole ray of hope parting the crying clouds, crushing the last vestiges of my whimpering mind and soul.
They do not experience existence the same way as we do…
They fail to understand our song and dance in this, our Spiral Garden… No… they do not even comprehend to entertain us with such alien thoughts, such ignorance…
It was upon me now, my final breath, my final song.
Petals rotating, the sweet, sweet hum heightened in strength, and in awe. The vibrant, green glow, emanating from its eye, grew many times in power, as if to paralyze any hope that dared to remain.
My world came to a harrowing crawl… every detail gradual, yet purposeful, clamouring for freedom that has taken root throughout my fragile, mortal being.
It was then that both I and the Perfection… screamed…
Ablaze, my attire flitters and smokes, ravaging those long admired sacred symbols of my star-seeking people.
I have accepted my place amongst the dust swirling about me, the ashen existence that awaits me…
With one final litany, I agonizingly, atom by atom, succumb to the wondrous gamma light smothering my red skin, soothing my bubbling flesh to the heat of the phenomena that is The Swarm’s enlightenment.
My name is Aluska… and I… was once all that was…
The HYPE...
It's real...
SPOILER!
It's real...
SPOILER!
And that was the last we heard of CMDR Dreamstate, though rumour has it , after setting off to make contact, did make an appearance or two at the top Guardian Restaurants....
If they arrive with big t1ts I will eat my remlok!
Now to complete the fantasy, humanity gets caught between two warring alien races and the human bubble begins to collapse. What will the Club do to fight that?
Well, they are probably androids now... but still, I don't see a problem?
Run!
Chaps and chapettes,
I don't see anywhere to discuss Guardian Beta Beyond stuff... Anyone got a link please?
(Also, anyone testing Guardian stuff in the Beta?)
I don't see anywhere to discuss Guardian Beta Beyond stuff... Anyone got a link please?
(Also, anyone testing Guardian stuff in the Beta?)
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AFAIK, this is the thread:
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php/402586-Beyond-3-0-Open-Beta-Aliens-Spoilers
Thank you Zieman!
A good video:
[video=youtube;E3WDWg8ariU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3WDWg8ariU[/video]
[video=youtube;E3WDWg8ariU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3WDWg8ariU[/video]
It will be interesting to see what comes of the Federations autonomous weapons, considering that the Thargoids might be organic machines and that the surviving Guardians are AI. Its also interesting that Pranav Antal wants / has achieved what the Guardians did as well.
Lets hope FD use these story threads!
Lets hope FD use these story threads!
New Beyond Trailer - New GUARDIAN STUFF!
And I'm not just talking about the weapons, either!!!
[video=youtube;yPrQ0PDtZjo]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPrQ0PDtZjo[/video]
Oh, and 3.0 to be released on the 27th but that's a minor detail in this thread
And I'm not just talking about the weapons, either!!!
[video=youtube;yPrQ0PDtZjo]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPrQ0PDtZjo[/video]
Oh, and 3.0 to be released on the 27th
but that's a minor detail in this thread
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Nice find!
Double whammy - I found out the release date AND it looks like the Guardians are going to give us some new concepts to play with. I wonder if that's an 'in-game' shot.
Anybody like to second guess what's going on there?
Double whammy - I found out the release date AND it looks like the Guardians are going to give us some new concepts to play with. I wonder if that's an 'in-game' shot.
Anybody like to second guess what's going on there?
Woah there, looking at that screenie these are no ruins, the structures i9t the background look too new and complete.
Mmmm, maybe the Guardians aren't as extinct as we were led to believe........
Mmmm, maybe the Guardians aren't as extinct as we were led to believe........
*plays dramatic music*
oooooh...
oooooh...
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