Your name is Terian Choke and you are an Urgi. You were stationed as a petty technical officer on the planet of Newroost by the Accord government, which is completely fine by you. You have very little interest in being a military engineer working on the front line against the machine collective or dealing with renegade Redwing regiments out in some cold space colony; instead having the job to secure territory and maintain bases in the blue zone of your species new homeworld. This is also, completely fine. What is not fine is that the bird you bet on to win on is losing all of his events.”Swim damn you! Swim you sorry excuse for a bird!”In the Consortium, every type of competitive event is open to sports betting. You may be halfway across the galaxy; but your credits are just as good here or there. Zaloon racing is supposed to be the best type of sport to bet; since the racers are too stupid to take bribes or get disqualified for cheating. They just take whatever performance enhancing drug cocktail their handlers make for them; which is all public information. Perhaps you should have studied biochemistry more if you wanted even more of an edge.”GO ORANGE!”He overtakes Blue, then Orange and Red come up close behind. They close their armor plates together and squeeze the water out of the interim space; the diving section of the race is next. You know your racer is going to reach the base of the river first with his own body's divebell technique. Unless...”No! NO!”He stops to take in breath, giving critical seconds for the other racers to make it to the dive site. He overshoots his oxygen he'll need, as two other racers rapidly dive to the finish at the base of the river.
”Grahh! RETARDED- Wait... Third... Green first, red second, race to dive... Hold on! Isn't the race from three days ago? Where's the live feed!?”The only other person present out the outpost who has been quietly enduring your outbursts speak. “No live signals. Esaal autonomous weapons may activate from them. We can't access any networks until the base commander is back and okays it.””That's stupid.”“Blue Zone protocal.”Dole stands watch along with you at the top of the lookout tower. He's junior security; so the rest of the base dumped him on you since one armed security is required to be at base at all times. Waiting for everyone to return from a routine patrol; the Casliaan hasn't taken his eyes off the horizon. It irritates you that he's taking it so serious. You outrank him in the Accord's hierarchy anyway. Casliaans tend to be of lower rank regardless of role; but he's just dumb muscle with a gun.”I got money on this race. Did you unplug the upload dish manually? Or is the AI just keeping it off right now?”Dole, still not turning his head, grunts. “...we aren't supposed to do that until we get permission.””I asked you a question.”“...Well looks like it will have to wait, because I think the captain is back!”You grumble, turning off your prerecorded broadcast masquerading as something useful and head down the long stairs with Dole to ground level. No elevator because, of course, could be comprimised. No AI hookups to any manual systems either, of course. Not a single comfort or conveniance in sight. You hop down much faster then him multiple steps at a time, your hollow bones making you light enough to practically jump down flights without fear of injury while he clutches the guardrails and carefully as to not fall. Heh, Stomper.
You will complain about the conditions, but you were told it is for an important cause. This is about clearing what could one day be your race's new jewel, the homeworld of your whole species. Something about Newroost; which is its new, non-Aristocrat name; is special. While not yet advertised to the rest of the galaxy; this planet's lower then average gravity, weather conditions, and temperature fluxuations in some parts of it allow for unaided Urgi flight. No jetpacks, no gravity devices, no augmentations; just spread your wings and fly! It sounds too good to be true... which is why you think it's at least a little bit propaganda. To your species, this planet is a holy place.The Urgi are a spacefairing species. For countless generations you have existed on spaceships, not planets, with life-support and gravity systems meant to emulate your true homeworld; a place where flight was ubiqitous. For one reason or another, its exact location was kept a secret. Simply put, very few species who evolve flight also develop intelligence, and it was commonly thought such worlds which allowed creatures with large, heavy brains to also fly would be very rare and special indeed. But the secret was kept too well; because eventually the Urgi lost the coordinates to where it was. This left you as a species without a place to call home; only able to live on heavy worlds that your frail, flightless bodies were ill-suited for. Genetic drift and isolation in artifical enviorments would lead to dysgenic effects on your evolution; an organism with no natural pressures or selection becomes weak. Extinction was the trajectory and eventual fate of your species.
But this planet, a mere leftover from a war between two much larger space powers who didn't even care enough about it to occupy it again, could become the new seat of power and hope for the Urgi's future. But it isn't perfect; damage from serious bombing and leftover weapons from the war were left like trash across its surface, and many more lay in wait in secret bunkers and silos, or hidden in the depths of food-webs and biofilms on rivers and ponds. Uncountable dangers. Weaponized pollution. There's no telling if its condition will improve even with the concentrated effort of your new government; underfunded and lacking in experience. So here you are, in the blue zone, having to patrol and test and check and survey and act as bait for any decade-long planned ambushes by whatever horrible machine or hibernating creature was left in wait for an invader long since lost interest. Does management have any idea how difficult it is to actual confirm a blue zone can be cleared and marked as a green zone? How cost-prohibitve it is? Yes you can survive on the surface, visible structures are not attacked, radiation within tolerance levels, and no known infestations or plagues are present in the area or its wildlife. But how are you going to confirm it's safe for habitation by general citizens? You're going to be stuck in this assignment forever, aren't you?But maybe it's worth it, for a good cause?>Yes, it's worth it for a possible homeland for your people>As long as the money and privlidges are good>No, it's not worth it>No, it's not worth it for YOU>Fuck this shitty planet; the Accord should go find your Homeworld!
>>6374047>Yes, it's worth it for a possible homeland for your peopleThis is the crucible of the newly founded Accord, the creation of a beautiful world by their own hands from the remnants of petty wars.
>>6374047>As long as the money and privlidges are goodThere's worse things than having a do nothing job.Also, we're back! I've been waiting a long time to get to pick the candidates since we didn't last thread and that really bothered my OCDtismo.Kinda sad I didn't get my guess about the candidate right though
>>6374047>Yes, it's worth it for a possible homeland for your peopleIt's either this, or nothing. If the Urgi managed to lose their previous planet because they were too obsessed over hiding it, we might as well start from scratch.
>>6374047>Yes, it's worth it for a possible homeland for your people Scavengers gonna scavenge, very happy to see SMQ again excited to see what you have in store Bananas
>>6374047>As long as the money and privileges are goodOur guy here doesn't strike me as selfless from his intro, but his job seems fine and the cause seems worthy.
>>6374047>As long as the money and privlidges are good
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>>6374223Alright then, hoss.
>>6374047>Yes, it's worth it for a possible homeland for your peopleCAW CAW
>>6374223Applying for citizenship.
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You and Dole await at the gate. With the incoming patrol returning home, you turn off the motion-activated defense turrets and open the reinforced door. You look over at Dole and scowl when you see how happy he seems to be that his superiors are returning. What, does he get off serving them? He should know they'll give both of you extra work when they get back. Middle manager types...But then again, maybe some work is alright. You think that this position, this work, even being on the bottom of some totem-pole in your new nation is still a good thing given your species chance to finally have a true Homeworld again. The place where the Urgi can spread their wings... but under the rule of the Accord. Not even a generation ago you would have been on a spaceship able to do as you please and go as you wanted, but now, things are different. It's a trade off, you suppose. You've never considered yourself especially patriotic, but if one day this planet could be a safe and healthy homeworld for the Urgi... maybe it's worth it. You stick up your chest and prepare to salute your superiors even if it hurts your pride just a bit, until you get a distinct feeling something is wrong. Nobody is talking, and the way the patrol shuffles seems like they're exhausted or wounded, despite having only been out for a few days. Dole's smile fades as the foremost one of the returning group finally comes into clear view, the security head, who raises a hand creakily.“Stay... Back...” He moans.
You've never seen someone infested with the worms in person like this; it's even worse then you thought. The worms, Kuku worms, are a bioweapon directly created by the Aristocrats. You see them wriggling beneath their flesh; the holes open in their skin where the worms burrow in or release fluid, filled with microscopic eggs. They can live anywhere; hiding under logs or stones or in mud, just waiting for the flesh of a large-bodied creature to get within striking distance. Once inside the host; they create more eggs and start eating its host from the inside out, before seeking to aggressively spread them to the next victim. The entire group is infested with them; out in the field and unable to communicate or have the worms medically removed before it was too late.But the reason the parasite is so feared, and so aggressive to be used as a weapon, is because it hijaks the body and mind of its host, slowly turning them into a zombie capable of spreading this infection. This group of worm-zombies even sent out the captain to the front, the least turned, likely so you'd get closer. The rest are no longer even visiably alive. They shuffle towards the open door with newfound speed.”AHHH! THEY'RE RIDDEN!”You flap your wings up and panic, running from the doorway in a hurry. Dole raises up his gun, but hesitates.“My... My friends...”
You're not going to become worm food because of this total idiot. You run to the defense system manual control; but look up in dismay. It's too high for you to reach. You turn towards the entrance again, seeing Dole standing there slackjawed as the infectious zombies get closer.”DOLE! SHOOT THEM! IDIOT!”Why is he just standing there!?You turn to the defense control again. You reach up with your wing tip, unable to get any kind of grip with your long feathers. Dammit! This switch was designed for a Casliaan; or somebody with a better upper body strength! Urgi use their talons for manipulation. Who put this here!? You jump up and flap your wings trying to reach the lever with a jump, but you aren't able to pull it down.”DOLE!!!”The zombified Urgi and Casliaans get closer; one you see absolutely bloated with worms. She waddles closer and lurches back, releasing a spray of vomit; spreading its infection.
The infected people have already broken the quarantine of the base; the vomit sprays into your water supply, air-vent system, into the ground and wriggling into the cracks. This place is already totally comprimised now; any one of those worms could be laying in wait for weeks or months to wriggle into someone sleeping. One worm isn't impossible to recover from, but getting exposed to that much at once... there's no going back.Seeing this; Dole finally snaps into action, firing his shotgun's purification rounds into the nearest zombie, but he does so with remorse.“B-Back! Back exit! Run! I'll cover you!” He says, firing and blasting apart another zombified ex-team member. You take this opportunity to make your way towards the other entrance; through the living quarters. There, you briefly stop at the storeroom. It's not safe here anymore; parasitic worms will be in the vents, the pipes, everywhere... and you know they like to hide in food stores. But there's no way one could wriggle all the way through the ventaliation shaft and through the filters here already, right? You have to abandon the base, there's no other option for you, but while grabbing what few supplies you can carry, you look over a small collection of useful tools you might be able to take with you. Most aren't exactly Urgi-sized, but you could drag one out before you leave the base. Which one do you take?>Short Range Transmitter>Atmospheric Surveyor + Weather Predictor>Defoliant Grenades + Pesticide Chem Kit>Medbag>Entertainment Tablet w/ Preloaded Programs>Portable Latrine
>>6374547>Short Range TransmitterThis is probably the most valuable one in this situation, we wanna get help quicklyAlso trying trip
>>6374047>Fuck this shitty planet; the Accord should go find your Homeworld!I know it doesn’t matter now, but it’s too funny to not vote for retroactively.>>6374547>Entertainment Tablet w/ Preloaded ProgramsThis is not survival advice, it’s just Pure Cinema.>>6374223>embrace AI slop>not a picture worth posting the neuron activation monke memeWhy have you failed us, Triforce AI….
>>6374547>Short Range TransmitterWe were deliberately here as 'bait for any decade-long planned ambushes by whatever horrible machine or hibernating creature was left in wait for an invader', and that hibernating creature appears to have taken the bait. So let's tug on the line as loudly as we can, and get the whole lot netted up and reeled in.
>>6374547>Short Range TransmitterWe can't really do SHIT about these worms, we need to get help ASAP.
>>6374547>Short Range TransmitterCall em up, we need assistance
>>6374547>>Entertainment Tablet w/ Preloaded Programs
>>6374708+1, it's our best bet>>6374547
>>6374547>Short Range Transmitter Beep beepbeep beep bebeep beep beep!!!!
No update at this time today; we'll continue as soon as possible.In the meantime; who is your favorite "bad" Monke character?
>>6375088Man, that's another day I stay up late to see the candidate vote and post my point before everyone else gets it in their mind to do something and it doesn't happen.As for your question, worms are the most interesting villains so far.
>>6375091This post just gave me the funniest idea ever
>>6375088The genocidal supremes
>>6375088If Kima counts as "bad," then I would say her. Helper was a really fun mystery, too. The Aanel are great as a concept, but it's been a while since we tangled directly with them, and they often feel less personal. Eoba II's worm-deging duel was peak kino, though.
>>6375277>If Kima counts as "bad," then I would say herShe gave absolute control to some psycho who caused the biggest genocide in history, so depends on whether you consider that to be bad.
>>6374223important to remember the first female supreme was not a legitimate supreme and just a cheating upsurper.>>6375088i would sit with the ancient genocidal supreme >>6375299just call it horrifically incompetent like maos genocide famine
>>6375299I'd consider her choice of Wrix short-sighted and impulsive, but neither she nor we knew anything about Wrix at the time, and it was our votes which turned him genocidal. Even then, the only reason voters cared (or in-universe Hegemonic history reviled him) was that he wiped the popular aliens and tortured The Yellow Fellow to death, none of which was predicted by us or could have been predicted by Kima at the time.
>>6375379While I'm not a fan of Kima, the Hegemony works under Klingon laws where killing your superior to get their job is apparently perfectly fine to the point there's an entire dress code for people who do so.>>6375382Some might argue that handing absolute control of an totalitarian dictatorship to some random dude means you're accountable for what he does, but i guess it could be called extreme negligence rather than malice.
You grab the transmitter and hop towards the exit door. Dole has already backed up to there, blasting apart one more of the Ridden, before you open the hermetically sealed door and step outside. You shut the doors behind you. While the base is compromised now, this sealed exit will give you some time outside and prevent the Ridden from chasing you here. You breathe heavy as Dole reloads his gun."How many rounds you got left? Is it enough to purify the outpost?"He shakes his head. "No, we aren't staying to sanitize the base. That requires a professional team. We need to move."You prepare to argue, but you realize he's right. If one worm slithered into you you'd be able to survive it, but two or three could start controlling your body against your will; and imagine if one just waited in the barracks for you to fall asleep... The base is a lost cause now; you're stuck out here."I brought a transmitter; we can signal for evacuation.""No good; it's too short range and the signal won't cross over the mountains. Besides, I forbid you from using the transmitter. It could activate a Esaal weapon.""Forbid... I outrank you, idiot! This is your fault! Why didn't you shoot them as soon as they were identified as infected!? Isn't that your job?!""Why didn't you reactivate the security system, or close the main doors when infectious material was identified then?! It's your fault!""I couldn't reach the handle.""That's a maintenance issue! Why couldn't you predict and prepare for that eventuality if you're so smart?""Stomper!""Bird-brain!"Dole slings his gun back over his shoulder and looks outwards, before beginning to walk."W-Where are you going?""I have to report to headquarters. They won't send a rescue team here to avoid breaking quarantine unless the base signals back; and it can't now. Someone has to inform them directly.""...You mean, walk to HQ? The only way there is through the red zone! Dole? DOLE!"You hop after him.
Your name is now Halam Anak, and you are the Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony. It is Year 203 of the Resurrection Era.Underneath your guidance, the Hegemony rapidly took the advantage left behind from the previous Supreme Ruler, your father, and used it to gain a great strategic advantage in your part of galactic space. Beyond advancing technology and the eugenic quality of your population with your gene-program; you also successfully managed to manipulate the Urgi's formation into a proper nation state into a closely-aligned ideological clone of your own, humiliate the Aristocrats; a major faction in your section of space; and even found the first ever Academy of Starsight. You are also very personally accomplished in dueling, having many lovers, and even punishing disobedient rebels; though that one was once your best friend. Most Supreme Rulers rule for their entire lives and given your age, under any other circumstances you would be able to add many more great accomplishments to this record. Unfortunately, that is not what is going to happen to you.https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6266528/Once diagnosed with the Geriatric Protien Collapse; your death-date was already set. The incurable illness is what already takes the lives of almost-all Jaxtians; though rarely from the disease itself, as self termination is the best treatment option to prevent the immense pain and slow decline of the disease. It's a normal part of the aging process, and a well accepted drawback of your race's ever-onwards quest for biological immortality and life extension. Unfortunately, yours came a bit early.For the past few months, you've isolated yourself from your people. They know you are sick, but the extent and exact disease has not bee publically released. Simply put, there is no reason for the Hegemony to know of their leader's death long in advance. It is an unusual case, to be sure, though they will know of it once you've chosen your successor. It is not common for people to live through more then one Supreme Ruler sucession in their lifetime... Hopefully your successor will be a bit luckier then you. You're feeling pretty unlucky yourself. Maybe the unluckiest guy in the world.But are you really?>Yes, you have been afflicted by too cruel a fate>It's your fault, so maybe you could have prevented this>No, this is just the way things are>Other (Write-In)
>>6375524>No, this is just the way things areAccepting it with stoicism and good humor seems appropriate for this Supreme.
>>6375524>No, this is just the way things areHe is the first Supreme in this quest not to get murdered on the job so he should just look at it with pride.Also, candidates soon..what are you anond hoping for this time around?
>>6375524>No, this is just the way things areStaring death in the eye with nobility and dignity, says I.
>>6375524>>No, this is just the way things are
Man, poor colonists. If I had known Monke Quest was back earlier, I would voted to take the pesticide. Looks like they are gonna need it.>Write in: This could have been prevented. This should have been dealt with long ago.The Hegemony's ultimate quest to stop entropy includes the essencial step of longevity for its people. Let us set up a project to fix the genetic degeration and train our successor into carrying it to completion.
>>6375524>No, this is just the way things areHe'd be upset but no one is safe from GPC, not even the Supreme. Honestly Halam will go down as a pretty solid supreme despite his early onset GPC and streak for breaking traditions, most of them werent negative changes per say either
>>6375524>>No, this is just the way things areChin up big dog, that's life
>>6375524>No; I have lived my life as a Supreme of the Jaxtian people; an honour only afforded to scant few. Perhaps once I have picked my successor I should let my death, too, have meaning; and allow our scientists full remit to monitor my decline and experiment to see if this curse might be lifted from future generations.
>>6375524>No, this is just the way things are.It is what it is.
>>6375599>Write in: This could have been prevented. This should have been dealt with long ago.support it is the motivation to drives our society and the only drive that does not lead to a decline immortality has also to come with discipline and duty to not end up like the aristocrats
>>6374223Adding my IP to the thread so I may stop lurking and vote in the future
The way things are...Given your diagnosis, and the medical impossibility of your recovery, you've become withdrawn. The fatalistic outlook was never becoming of you, but simply a result of you knowing your own fate. How are you supposed to simply accept your decline and inglorious death? You have mulled over this many times, until the Threemind breaks you out of your stupor."...Your new project to rebuild the natural ecology and habitable tropical biomes and surface-world of Swallia will have a considerable cost, your Majesty. I see you haven't made any adjustment to the official budget. Is there something you're planning on...""Oh yeah. That."https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6308534/Truth be told, it was sort of a spur of the moment thing. But you felt the decision was righteous and good. After all; the Hegemony is meant to be the complete unification of three races in space; the Jaxtians, Vetuckers, and Swall. But as a result of the genocides and the Jaxtian's victory over the others resulted in the destruction of the Swall homeworld for a previous Supreme's vanity project, and a punishment for their resistance. The ecumenopolis has transformed from a shining beacon of your race's indomitable will into a symbol of wastefulness. It might be even more wasteful to change it back. But after all, you made a promise."Looks like I really am the opposite of my father. He had a long, stable rule that left a strong foundation for the next Supreme Ruler. I will leave behind a bunch of problems after a short, unstable one.""But an eventful, glorious one."How are you going to pay for the Swallia rebuilding project? Vote on up to two.>Simply accept the economic downturn; our new economy is strong enough for another long-term project (Rivals may gain strength)>Take out a large loan with the Consortium (Will have to pay back w/ interest)>Press the Accord for additional tribute and funding (Strains relationship & slows their growth)>Begin raiding and looting other factions territory (Specify)>Sell Azurium used in Myym's construction instead of slowly reclaiming it for new uses (lose Azurium source)>Curb plans for the Academy of Starsight (loss of prestige)Approval voting. No write-ins are allowed.
>>6375944I feel like raiding the Esaal would be the obvious choice but I'm guessing that's not how it would actually work
>>6375946Also, I don't get it, is the idea here that we're somehow breaking up the entire ecumenopolis? Like somehow disassembling it? How is that even possible?
>>6375944>Begin raiding and looting other factions territory (Esaal)Fuck those guys. They're the ones who screwed up our fishbros' new planet.
>>6375955Yeah see that sounds good but here I'm thinking it'll just lead to a situatin where they raid us back and make the situation even worse or even create a whole new war
>>6375944>>Take out a large loan with the Consortium (Will have to pay back w/ interest)and then:>>Begin raiding and looting the other factions territory (Consortium)This can get us respect with the Esaal as clowning on the silly capitalists by using their own money to raid them.
>>6375963Hmm, the Loan might be fine in the end since we can find a way to skimp on it, but I don't know about raiding them after doing so, might destroy trade and fuck up the economy even more now that we finally opened up
>>6375963I'll allow this as a write-in but just know I'm planning on allowing you to choose if/how to pay back the loan later if you do take it, with potential options like just refusing to pay it back, pay it back with gratitude to improve relations, delaying payment, etc.
>>6375944>Take out a large loan with the Consortium (Will have to pay back w/ interest)>Simply accept the economic downturn; our new economy is strong enough for another long-term project (Rivals may gain strength)I will accept the loan but i don't like raiding.
