DarkTemplar

Seeing player interactions.

But I got banned before Lights Why ain't I in the poll

Im very curious

What.

The Terran Union is already an existing massive cooperation, you do know that, right?

Before Dual Universe I spent countless hours scouring the internet looking for -that- game. I think many other people know exactly what I'm talking about. -The- game that would tie you down and keep you immersed for hours, where you could live in a virtual world and be part of something bigger, where you could build your dreams and be part of a whole other universe. 
 
I was feeling rather down, depressed or sad take your pick, in the months before I learned about DU from E3. I was feeling kind of burnt out about things happening in projects I was involved in (I was a dev on Bitcoin Classic) and just generally was very mopey. I wasn't sure what else was going to come along that would suck me in and make me feel like I could contribute in any meaningful way. 
 
When I discovered DU I was ecstatic, and I don't think there was a grain of pessimism inside of me. As soon as I saw the trailer, as I'm sure others can attest to, I knew exactly what it meant for gaming as a whole (especially sandbox gaming) and I just knew what it was NovaQuark was attempting to create. 
 
I don't think I've been as happy in a long time, being part of DU Explorers, flying out to PAX to meet JC at the NQ booth, getting to be involved in various happenings here and there, everything Dual Universe has been a very positive experience in my life this year. 
 
 
 
Lately, I've been feeling down again. I don't know if it's because of the lack of interest in getting people to be on DU Explorers for another episode (we haven't had one in 3 weeks...) or if it's seasonal or something else entirely. I couldn't even bring myself to write anything for NovaWrimo with all the back and forth banter and arguments between different organizations. I'm just exhausted. 
 
I'm sure things will turn around here after the new year. Although, unless I can get another episode of DU Explorers together soon, I think I'm going to be taking a break from DU for a few weeks. 
 
 
 
Regardless of all of that, which are purely my own problems, I think the main purpose of this was for me to say thank you to NovaQuark and Happy Holidays to everyone there for everything that you're doing for us.
 
Even in these early stages of development, what you're doing has had a special impact on hundreds if not thousands of people. I don't think anyone here will disagree that you're doing something that has changed our lives forever.
 
Between all the new friends we've all made, and all of the excitement we've been able to be a part of (Kickstarter was a nerve-wracking blast), we've certainly come a long way and it feels like we're not that far away from actually being able to interact with each other in-game. 
 
 
 
Thank you NovaQuark. 

Hey man, just fixed something for you.

Introducing the Invictus Class carrier, commissioned by the Terran Union. The Invictus is meant to be TUSC's main point of operations. It's a sleek, long cruiser class ship with drops bays holding enough room for 100 drop pods and 2 medium sized hangers to house the drop ships and boarding craft.
 

Hey man, just fixed something for you.

Is the position medium rare, cause I only go for roasted-baked positions, like Minister of Cookies & Biscuits.


Why yes, that is indeed whiskey in my coffee.

found the certificate
 
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Congrats TU, awesome to see you guys get to where you are today.
 
If you're thinking about joining TU, do it. Solid group all around.

!joke

why are you demoting sakej99 when you were the one who spammed us directly, you were the one who spammed the discords and you were the one who instead of apologizing for spamming decided to shame the community for reacting badly to what would obviously get a bad reaction (or are you the one person on the internet that didn't know people find spam annoying?) 
 
 
You're 'taking action' is simply scapegoating another member for your actions. 

Good stuff, somehow I missed all this earlier. Look forward to more.

Welcome to my writing room! Here I'll be posting random snippets of DU related fan fiction. Some will be pre Novark, some will be in ideas in my head of possible future events. These will most likely be written late at night and I will miss some mistakes as I try to fix them in the morning. Some of these stories will be continued (and I will leave a google doc link at the end of the snippet as well as in this main post) and others will remain as snippets.
 
If you see a snippet and you'd like to continue from it, just pm me and I ask, I should be completly fine with it as long as I'm not continuing it and I get some credit.
 
Have fun reading!
 
 
 
List of Current Snippets
 
Battle of Emberstone -- Continued
The Fate of a Titan -- Not Continued
Calamity -- Not Continued

Every pre-alpha community is heavily RP focused with a few small groups sprinkled in who don't role play. This will change in the next two years. But for now, if that's your thing, there are groups who are obsessed with numbers and backstories that I am sure would take you in an instant.

Terran Union
Terran Union Strike Command
'We Pave The Way'

 
 
 
The Terran Union Strike Command is currently Recruiting!
 
 
 

Founded: 14th of September, 2016
Current Leader: Alexander 'Dark' Drake
Open Positions: 40 Troopers, 3 Engineers
 
Who are we?
The Terran Union Strike Command is the men and women dedicated to fighting for the Terran Union. Our job is simple, to Pave the way. 
 
TUSC is the dedicated shock troopers of the TU, hailing from all around the globe we aim to give everything our all and not give up. We are the front lines of the Terran Union Military, making first contact on assaults. The TUSC is tasked with clearing out any obstacles that may hinder the advance of the military, this may involve anything, from clearing out orbital defence stations to neutralising anti air or anti tank emplacements.


Why TUSC?
We need men and women not only willing to work together, but to give their lives together. Ever wanted to be the part of the first wave? Dropping in from high orbit and clearing the way for your fellow soldiers? Fighting side by side with you brothers and sisters in arms.
 
By joining TUSC, and therefore the Terran Union, you'll gain all the benefits that a citizen of the TU will gain (Link to the TU page is at the top of reference). We offer a close-knit group of friends looking forward to working together and helping each other. In down times we'll be kicking back chatting and mucking around with each other. During Operations we will have a more serious tone, focused on winning and completing our task. 

We currently looking for 41 shock troopers to join TUSC.
The Troopers are the front line of the Terran Union and the backbone of the TUSC. These men and women are the ones to go head first into combat, risking their lives in dangerous situations to begin the first assault. We are looking for men and women willing to fight alongside and cooperate with others, we will not tolerate lone wolves, those who believe they do not need anyone else. Teamwork and coordination will play a key part in the success of our operations. 


We are also looking for 6 engineers to manage the TUS Invictus.
These engineers are going to play a key role within TUSC. Headed by Owe, the engineers will manage everything aboard the cruiser. From repairing and rebuilding the drop pods and drop ships to piloting the Invictus herself, the engineers will be a hard working, dedicated group. Engineers will not be stuck in one role, but will be able to fluidly move around the ship, helping where needed. While the troopers are on mission, the Invictus will be running a skeleton crew, which is where the teamwork and dedication will pay off.

While within TUSC your are not simply restricted to your role. In our down times you are free to do what ever you want, wether it be coding, building or mucking around. But make sure you're ready! When DU comes out we will have organised training sessions but untill then I'm happy to organise game nights so we can get to know each other.
 
Requirements
-Have a mic and is willing to use it. 
-Speak English.
-Be of 16 years or older.
--Although we would prefer members to be 16 or older, anyone younger can still apply. Applications will take longer and we will need to       see if you are mature    enough to sign aboard.
-Willing and able to act mature when we need it.
The members of TUSC are projected to have the highest mortality rate within the TU, but do not let that throw you off, we will reap in the glory from our position and know that we are fighting the hardest.

If you have any questions about TUSC feel free to pm me on Discord (Name is Dark, and you can find me on the DU discord), ask in this thread or pm me on the forums. I'll endeavor to answer as much as I can.
 
 
 

That's funny because there's spam in my forum mailbox with your organizations name on it.  

19th of November, 2016.
 
I didn't want to break up the conversation, so I waited to post, or got lazy, whatever you want to call it!
 
Have multiple posts for catch up!
 

 

 

 

22nd of November, 2016.
 
Well, that was a rather long break with some interesting developments whilst I wasn't posting.
Numbers in the top 10 have hit over 1,000.
Terran Union is showing significant growth once again (nearly at 300), as well as Silverlight and a couple other groups showing small, but promising growth. 

It will be interesting to see how this keeps up,
anyway,
last charts for catch up below!
 

 

 

 

The Fate of a Titan 
 
She woke to blaring red lights and a screaming siren, a rumble coursed its way through the ship, rocking her to her feet. She stumbled over to a panel on the far wall and fumbled for a button, unable to see amidst the darkness and flash of red.
  “Bridge, what’s the pro--”
  A voice abruptly cut her off as static blared throughout the ship’s speakers.
  “Attention all crew, please report to combat stations.”
  She spun around in her room, grabbing random pieces of clothing and throwing them on, slipping on a necklace holding a small metallic device, she stumbled out of her room. Barely making it past marines dressed in full combat gear. She managed to keep her footing as another explosion rocked the ship. ‘What the fuck is hitting us?’ Pushing through a group of engineers, she scurried past a window, only taking a glance before hurrying on. Outside, fighters swarmed over the backdrop of empty space, explosions filling the blackness with bursts of colour.
  The titanic ship responded with a salvo of rounds as the woman scrambled through the ship. The rounds slammed themselves home into the arrayed assault force as point defence carved through space, ripping lighter craft apart. A hum resounded throughout the ship as arcs of light bored their way into a destroyer.
  Around her support crew hurried from room to room, she’d heard from someone that the warp drive had been knocked out while another shouted that the port thrusters were destroyed. She ignored the orders and information, for the most part, and continued on her journey up through the ship. The explosions knocking her off balance slowly stopped, the guns on the giant beast dying down.
  A new sound echoed throughout ship, a crunch of metal could be heard over the piercing alarms. New explosions rocked through the hull, metal exploded in the corridor ahead of her, ripping through those standing in the way. She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable depressurisation that was to come. Her eyes widened in horror as she realised what was sealing the holes.
  “Alert all crew, prepare your boarding stations. All non-essential crew, please report to the aft and starboard escape pods.”
  She scrambled backwards down the way she came, clutching the item around her neck. The warning came too late, they’re already onboard. Behind her something slammed into the metallic floor and armoured footsteps followed her down the corridor. Shots cracked through the sterile air, sending clangs and thuds down the hall. A searing pain lanced through her leg and she collapsed into a heap. A sob racked her body as she tried crawling into a nearby room but the footsteps and shots followed her.
  “Unlucky, she must of been hit by a ricochet.
  The voice carried out from above her, she tried to move further into the room but a coloured boot stood on her hand. She cried out in anguish pulled uselessly at her hand.
  “Fucking. Union.” She spat, the boot on her hand lifted and was replaced by a firm grip on the back of her head.
  “Enough.” The pressure on her head lifted and she could move her head to see another soldier approach.
  “We were lucky to find the Ismarilda, and lucky enough to cripple this Titan. But I won't have you harm civilians, and that goes to the rest of you. No one kills civilians or Revin will have our heads.”
  The commanding officer turned to look at her, his eyes flicking over the name tag on her breast.
  “Doctor Kaitlyn Meinhardt... count yourself lucky compared to others aboard this vessal.”
  Kaitlyn spat at him as he turned away, his squad following him out of sight. She swore and pulled herself into the room and hauled herself partway up a wall to reach the medical pack stationed in each room. She fell back heavily to the ground, the shot in her leg slowly leaking. Pulling a small cylindrical tube out of the pack, Kaitlyn placed it on her leg and lent against a wall. She pressed a button and a series of needles stabbed into her, administering medical nanites which coursed through her body. Slowly the bullet in her leg was forcibly pushed out as the muscles, tendons and everything else started to knit itself back together.
  While her wound was fixing itself, Kaitlyn hauled over a chair and sat down heavily beside the room’s com-link.
  0...2...4...7...
  The com-link crackled into life and a voice roared over the net.
  “How do you have access to this code!?”
  “This is Kaitlyn Meinhardt, Union soldiers are. God damn this hurts. Are heading towards the bridge, advise procedure F4W8S.”
  “Yes, we understand, 10 minutes... You know, Kaitlyn, I always wondered how you outranked me.”
  “I’m sorry Admiral...”
  Kaitlyn slid her finger off the com-link. One last effort to fight back. One last stand against the Syndicate and the Union. Some saw them as good, some saw them as bad. Didn't matter any more, there was too much riding on the Ismarilda to make it through but it wouldn't happen.
  Deep orange lights flashed overhead, signalling the start of the procedure. Kaitlyn hauled herself heavily onto her feet, and pulled herself in the direction of the escape pods. The device once again clutched in her hand.
  Freedom awaits.

Battle of Emberstone
  “Troopers!” A voice roared over the din. The men and women swarming throughout the drop bay halted, looking towards the source of the voice.”
  “Two years ago we woke aboard the Novark on Alioth. Our home left far behind as we stepped out into the unknown. Afraid, confused and homesick we banded together. Forging a new civilization, a new way of surviving, and a new home.”
  Alexander paused, surveying the gathered crew. He caught glimpses of pride flashing over the faces of his comrades.
  “At first we believed we wouldn’t follow the ways of Earth, that peace, would come naturally. But alas that is not the case. As of today, we are at war. As many of you would've heard, 37 hours ago the city of Emberstone fell under siege. Although the JSDF replied in force, it was not enough. As of 0400 hours this morning, Emberstone has fallen.”
  Silence fell over the drop bay, the hum of the warp drives could be heard as the men and women aboard the Invictus took in the news. Expressions of pride and joy were quickly replaced by concern, sadness and anger.
  “Do not weep, the time for mourning is not here yet. For today is the day, today is the day we fight. Not for ourselves, but for our brothers and sisters, for those who have fallen! We fight for the Union, and the Syndicate!”
  “HOO-RAH!”
  “As of right now, the Terran Union is assembling the might of its military force to take back Emberstone. Silverlight Industries, Diverse Unified Alliance,the Aether, Objective Driveyards, Chuckling Casket, Chromion Industrial, and the Solar Empire are all sending everything they can spare.”
  The Invictus lurched as it dropped out of the warp gate, arriving at the Alioth system. The engines roared into life and the cruiser slipped forward.
  “Glasrevin has tasked us to drop into Emberstone, our lz is the square. From there we are to set up an FOB and split into squads, each squad taking a cardinal direction. You are to clear surrounding anti-air batteries to give the ground forces a safer corridor to land the rest of the army. So, I ask, what are we going to do?!”
  “PAVE THE WAY!”
  Throughout  the fringes of the system, vast fleets of ships dropped into view. The Invictus plowed forward, heading towards Alioth. More ships flowed through the jump gates, all heading for redemption.
  “We do not know what our chances of survival are, so we fight as if they were zero. Our brothers might lose us and the world might never know we existed, but the Enemy - the Enemy will know. The Enemy will remember. We will hurt it so badly that it will never forget us until the stars burn out. When they are dying, their last thought will be of us. That is our memorial - carved into the heart of our foes. We cannot lose, my friends. For we have already won”
 
Cheers rang out over the open area
as the TUSC roused into action. Final preparations were completed as troopers strapped in pieces of equipment. Alexander dropped down from the boxes he was perched on and adorned his own helmet. The HUD flaring to life and picking up the friendly tags. He did a once over of his pod, making sure the radio beacons and other equipment was securely strapped down. An amber light flicked on and troopers started clambering into their drop pods, strapping themselves in before the drop crew closed the hatch.
  Above Alioth the fleets of the Cinderfall Syndicate were engaging the captured defence stations and the amassed fleet of the invading force. Flanked by three titan-class ships and the rest of the Terran Union fleet, the Invictus moved into orbit above Emberstone as the rest of the fleet engaged.
  Alexander smiled as the buzz of the radio opened up and a voice carried across the TUSC’s channels. Doc better have a good speech, he mused.
  “For a wounded man will shall say to his assailant, ‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven’. Such is the rule of honor, broken the paradigm, an example must be set. Invoke the siren's song and sign the death warrant. Better to die quick, fighting on your feet. Then to live forever begging on your knees! So rise up, and answer; Can we still be saved?”
  “Hell no!”
  “Will we rise from the dead?”
  “Hell no!”
  “Is there still hope for us?
 
“Hell no!”
  “Were we ever even alive?”
  “HELL NO!”
  “Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales. Their laughing finger will never point again. Six feet under with no marker, Keep our names from your mouth forever. So I ask you; Do we bow for the weak?
 
“Hell no!”
  “Do we pity our contenders?”
  “Hell no!”
  “Are we more than a cog in the system?”
  “Hell no!”
  “Will our war machine be stopped?”
  “HELL NO!”
  “This is their one and only decimation. The only one they’ll ever receive. Can't deny or ignore it. We are Leviathan: The Beast.”
 
Alexander stayed quiet during the exchange, studying the city below on a digital panel. They’d be performing a high orbit drop, although this exposed the drop pods to longer durations of any anti-air, it allowed them to better position themselves as they plummeted through the atmosphere. If they’d gone for a low orbit drop there was also the potential of being intercepted while not in the safety of the fleet. The light in the bay flipped from amber to red.
  “DROP DROP DROP”
  Barked a voice over the radio. He quickly inputted code and slammed his hand into the button above his head. The pod shuddered as the clamps released and it was jettisoned out into space. 84 other pods quickly followed, decoy pods would fall ahead, soaking up as much anti air fire as they could, enabling the troops and supply pods to land.
  A song started blasting over the intercom and on the speakers mounted outside of a few modified pods. Streaks of light flashed past the soldiers as captured Anti-Air batteries opened up on the pods, drowning out the song with thunderous cracks. Explosions filled the air as missiles and shells screamed upwards into the sky. Far above the Invictus roared back into life, returning to participate in the battle.
  The city rushed closer and their destination came into view, the massive city square was littered with craters and bodies as the pods careened downwards. He bowed his head as a pod exploded into a ball of fire, the shockwave shunting his own pod spiraling. He wrestled to get the craft back on target, using up the precious fuel. Notifications slowly crawled up a digi pad as pods were struck down.
  Charlie 3-2 Viridian 12 -- KIA
Bravo 2-1 Azure 4 -- KIA
Supply 0012 Destroyed
Delta 4-2 Goldenrod 6-- Off target
Delta 4-2 Goldenrod 10-- Off target
  “Brothers and sisters!”
  Delta 4-2 Goldenrod 9 -- KIA
Delta 4-2 Goldenrod 8 --Off target
Delta 4-2 Goldenrod 7 -- KIA
  The digi pad flickered then died as another shell rolled over the pod. Fighters weaved through the falling pods, cutting down the plummeting troopers. Goldenrod we the last to drop, he thought, a grim expression on his face, feet first into hell...
  “Remember this day my friends, remember this moment. Remember this as the day we FIGHT.”  
  “HOO-RAH!”
  Alexander was thrown into his harness as the landing thrusters kicked in. A shell exploded directly below him, sending smoke rushing over his pod. Another jolt and he slammed into the ground. The hatch blasted open, flying into an enemy soldier ready to fire. Alexander sprung out of his pod, firing at the distracted soldiers as they watched the pods rain down around then. The Battle of Emberstone had begun
  --------85km from Emberstone-----
  Two children burst out of their house and spun around in the backyard as their mother watched on, unaffected by the ravaged city. The twirling pair stopped as they looked up into blue sky.
  “Mama! Look!”
  Said the younger child, pointing a hand towards the sky. The mother stepped out from the doorway and looked upwards.
  “Children, get back inside now.”
  The mother looked on as the children chased each other into the farmhouse. Streaks of white flared over the city, like molten rain falling through the sky. In the background flashes of the space battle could be seen. She wore a grim expression as she saw the pods falling through the sky. While the invasion had been quick and deadly, the battle for Emberstone would be brutal. So it begins.
  The continuation of the story can be found here. Please do not edit the file in anyway aside from commenting.

Shocked. Truly. God forbid Twerk use Discord!
 
Honestly, where has the right to privacy gone? DU =/= NSA

I go through a very delicate process of pitting my alts against one another to see who the victor is. It can be difficult, but it gets the job done. 
 
I think there are some groups who do that sort of stuff. All of the roles for BOO were filled by members voted in directly by those in BOO (except for mine). I believe some groups in CSYN also do a similar approach.