(sorry if you didn't know. I didn't make it too clear in the first place. There was no post limit yesterday to celebrate the begining of the RP.) The Flames of Trial began to send small transport ships down to some land near a lake. Build-bots began construction on house the night before so the civillians would be greeted by a new home instead of a frontier.
(Ahh well... At the risk of sounding like an ***, what is the reason behind the limit?) The first 300 Civilians and 50 military units load onto the lander. Followed by a subsequent opening of the Ventral hanger. With a hiss of steam and alarms, the brackets holding it in place release. After a 10 minute decent, a fiery figure breaks through the clouds of our new home. With a well placed and timed pull up, the ship lands relatively softly at the new valley. Spikes stick it into the ground in the place of landing gear.
(so posting doesn't get out of control, because not everyone can be on everyday, and coming back to 5 more pages to read without being apart of any of it can be annoying)
(yeah I have school and work Monday-Thursday and get home around 7:00 pm and have to do chores not to mention homework.) "Sir we are in high anchor around the fourth planet," comes a call from the helmsmen. Rashall ponders for a bit wondering what to call this new home. "Land the bone singers crew along with some troopers to ensure their safety and get me an uplink with Deft Wind on that planet we dropped her off on. That is if we can get coms if not don't worry about it she and her pathfinders can take care of themselves well enough. Tell the civilians that they will be offloaded once primary buildings have been established, tell them that Nekar is their new home," says Rashall. The ground crews get to work quickly, establishing a landing port that would soon grow to become the planets primary space port first.
As felix sends 2 troops to get some food he see's a huge dragon near hes tribe. Felix pulls out hes rifle and orders hes troops to fight the dragon. Felix shoots the dragon's eyeball making it fall over
(I'm at a track meet right now, posting from my phone. Expect I'll only get about 2 posts finished.) Jhera stepped off the ship hesitantly. Fernleaf completely disregarded the new planet and careened off the platform. She hit the ground with a loud "Oof!" Dazed, she got to her feet and looked around. "Wow..." she said, jaw completely dropped. "This is NOHING like Equestria!" Jhera followed up behind her. "Well what were you expecting?" He snickered. "We only left Equestria for someplace else." He took a good look around. Jhera took a testive breath of air and gagged. "The air here is much thicker..." he said, wheezing. "Breathing more than normal...just...HURTS!" He glanced around at the working ponies. "I'm going to go help unload some things. Go make yourself useful and scout the area or something." He wandered back towards the ship. Fernleaf grinned. Exploring! Now that was more like it! She turned and snuck out into the nearby forest. (One does not simply down a dragon with a shot to the eye)
The small city was finally done. Housing was plentiful and there were plenty of buildings ready to be turned into businesses. Firebreeze walked through the streets to make sure everypony wash getting settled in alright.
The star port had been finished along with a district of ware houses and dwellings set a bit further off from the star port and ware houses. A barracks had been established along with a vehicle depot to house the military units that had come along with the civilians. The bone singers had now moved on to building the space port that would maintain high anchor above the planet to house the fleet, while the civilians had started to move into their new homes.
As the large door of the lander opens, a convoy of transport vehicles and rail layers exit out it's ramp. As the first ponies exit they are greeted by the bright sun of this alien world. The Rail Layers file out it straight orderly lines, quickly flattening ground and welding wide railways to them.
"Well then it would seem this world is willing to except new inhabitants with open arms," says Chaplain Torpas as he walks alongisde Rashall. As they look around they see the families settling in to their new homes all of them smiling at the two as they pass knowing that they are the ones that brought them here safely. "Have we heard any word from Deft Wind yet? I am eager to learn how the other colonies are doing and how her pathfinders are holding up," says Rashall. "Communication has been recived from them, they are doing well and report that the other colonies are advancing at a rather slow pace, but advancing none the less," says Torpas in response. Rashall looks up into the sky wondering how Deft Wind was truly holing up.
Jhera and Fernleaf sat in their makeshift hut made from local tree wood. The wood was of an interesting quality: very pliable but strong and opaque when struck quickly. "This thing is tiny" Fernleaf complained. Jhera shot her a look. "We didn't bing our own house" he said. "We'll mak due with this until the woodmasons are availible to expand it." She groaned and walked through the open door. Ponies were hard at work on anything you could think of. The ship lay a small distance away, easily visible over the trees. "Fernleaf?" Jhera called from the hut. "Could you please come here and help me with the food?" She forgot all her complaining and obediently went to help her brother. (These towns are going up a LITTLE fast, don't you think? How much time has passed since landing?)
(I'm building with wraithbone here so it goes up quicker never said anything about the tech we could use! Haha! Not to mention we can't really describe the years that would take to make these places otherwise this RP would go no where any time soon.) Deft Wind looked out over the valley and saw the towns starting to take shape. Though these ponies did not have Eldar or Imperial technology they still wasted no time in constructing their homes while at the same time marring the beauty of the world they had chosen. She could feel the world tremble every time a forest disappeared, but Deft Wind knew there was nothing she could do with out causing an incident.
It had been a few weeks since the initial colonizing, and the forest world was bustling with life. The Flames of Trail city, Sanction, was well populated with a good economy. Firebreeze lived in a normal house, just like any other pony. He enjoyed the simple life there.
Jhera wandered through his new flower patch. He sighed and uprooted a dead one. Tenth one this week! He couldn't tell what was causing it! The flowers he had come with looked ever so sickly and were dying off quickly! He sat and vented his rage on his house, which was now much a size bigger than before. While he continued his ferocious bucking, Jhera had an epiphany. There were sure to be native flowers on this world that would survive just fine! He wandered off into the forest with his satchel and a spade in search of flowers he would be able to use.
Rashall looked out over the valley of the capital city of Hestian. The thing about his people was that they built around and with nature rather than destroy and clear it away. This would explain why the starport was built in an already flat area rather than an area that was heavily forested. The nature of this planet was amazing and spectacular that is why his people built around it in order to preserve its beauty. "Sir all productivity is at an even level so far and we have word that the farm lands will be operational this season," says Turk, he was in charge of all production on the planet for the time the wolf did his job with efficiency and vigor at all times. "Good work Turk take a break you've done too much today. I'm sure you would wish to get some rest," says Rashall with a smile. The wolf simply smiles and turns for his home on the western side of town. Rashall decides to take a walk to his favorite hill on the northern part of the city as no sky scrapers have dared mar the beautiful skyline, which is the way the city was intended from the get go. Once atop his little hill Rashall gives a sigh of relief that all has gone well so far and that the other colonies have yet to ask for assistance.
