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Spaceklarn > The Snake Wars

The Snake Wars was a massive historical event that happens a couple hundred years prior to the first story in Spaceklarn. In the beginning of the Snake Wars, some planets coalesced into giant space snakes, and started attacking other planets, eventually breaking space, forming the huge tract of Broken Space which is in a giant circle around the Milky Way. During the Snake Wars, people from all planets tried to stop the space snakes from breaking anything further, and failed, and now the Broken Spaces keep several galaxies locked away from each other.

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What's Slorp?

POV: You're an Earthling in a slorp store

So you're gonna ask what slorp is huh. Well first we need to talk about the snakes. You know, the big long ones. Space snakes. They make a whistling sound when they move, and uh, well, they drip a lot. We don't know what it is but we've called it slorp for as long as I can remember. Anyway, we get the slorp directly from the space snakes, you know.

Oh what, you don't wanna drink it now? You never did? What the hell'd you walk in here for then huh? Oh you want me to keep explaining? Alright.

Slorp factories take that raw space snake slorp and they make it into, uh, drinks. They got all this artificial flavoring they put in there, you know.

Wait, you say I'm only talking about space snake slorp? You really want to know the other kind of slorp... Are you sure? Like, really s... Okay.

Slorp's the essence of a thing. Here in Klarn, we drip, and that's the slorp coming out, cause sometimes it builds up too much, you know. Stay here long enough and you'll drip it too. But hey, Earthling slorp is delicious.

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Spaceklarn Info #1

"The wide wide world"

In space, no one can hear you scream. That's what they said, before space travel actually became possible and no longer a joke for the sci fi boys.

So, the year's somewhere in the 4000s and stuff's gone down in the universe. Let's just get an overview of this wacky world and its weirdos.

The Second Empire of Lyra. Lyra's, a system with 4 planets and a whole lot of totalitarianism. They're a controlling empire, and once their first empire fell because it was too capitalist and free, they decided to hightail it all in the opposite direction. Except capitalism, that's still there, except the government controls everything. They've got at least 16,000 armed ships in their military fleet and they don't trust any other civilization.

The freelancers are a loosely organized group of, well, space mercenaries, that only take paid work if they really need to. They usually just do their own things and mind their own businesses. Their ships are called lancers and are usually small, fast, and kinda pointy. They aren't affiliated with any governments and only care about politics if it ruins their lives.

The Intergalactic Organization of Trade and Commerce (IOTAC) is a huge group that basically all traders and merchants are members of. To sell stuff, you got to have an IOTAC license and official documents, because otherwise it's against their terms and it's madness to go against a group which is backed by almost every government in the known universe.

The space pirates are basically freelancers, but with darker ambitions, bigger ships, and they're almost always employed by someone. They still don't like governments and are one of the groups that actively rebel against new decisions.

The IOTAC has subdivisions. The Great Soda Ships belong to one of em, and they broadcast their Soda™ to everyone who can receive their signals.

The Intergalactic Federation of Man, or IFM or Federation for short, is the main government of Earth, Mars, and their moons and space stations, asteroid bases, and so on. They also serve as space cops, and try to enforce their laws on everyone else. They hate the space pirates and the space pirates hate them. Oh, they're also at odds with the Second Empire of Lyra.

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Unfinished WIP #2:

"An idiot stows away in a spaceship"

The huge fleet of spaceships belonging to the Lyra system's totalitarian empire, the Second Empire of Lyra, was flying swiftly through space. There were a few ships trailing them, though they weren't government ships; most of these independent ships were traders, and there were two lancers too. On one of these lancers, "Shooting Star", hiding in the cargo bay beside a crate of old ship parts, was a stowaway. She'd hopped on at the last stop, choosing the lancer because there was no way a government ship would let her be. Her name was Pallette, and she was a human.

Pallette waited until she didn't hear much, then snuck out of the cargo bay to have a look around. The lancer was small, which was to be expected. The freelancers worked alone; their ships reflected that. It didn't have much on it either. A control room, an engine room, the works. She found the ship's owner and pilot in the sleeping quarters, as she'd expected. He wasn't a human; he was a Jupiterran, and he seemed intimidating. Then again, most freelancers were.

Pallette returned to the cargo bay and dug around for a meal, deciding to eat it in the lancer's canteen. She scrolled through a book left in the control room. She tried the shower. Typical stowaway things. After some hours, when she heard the freelancer getting up, she went back to the cargo bay and slept beside her crate of parts. It continued like this for a few days, until she was discovered.

The fleet of Empire ships docked in the huge shipyards of Lyra's capital, a huge and sprawling metropolis named Utopian Lyra. As hundreds of government soldiers marched off their ships, the other ships docked too in the public section. They were here.

The freelancer went to the cargo bay and took the crate of spaceship parts, taking Pallette by surprise. The freelancer didn't seem to notice her though. When he came back to the cargo bay, he took another crate. This time he saw Pallette.

"What are you doing on my ship?" the freelancer asked, stepping close. "If you're a spy, you're dead—and I know when someone's lying."

"Um..." Pallette stuttered, too imposed by the freelancer's imposing ness to respond. He looked way taller up close, staring down at her with his angry, disdainful eyes.

"You're too unconditioned to be a spy," the freelancer said. "So what? Maybe I'll fly back into space and kick you out. I don't think it'd be that painful to die that way."

"No, don't!" "I'm, um... Sigh. I'm a stowaway. I just want to go here for something and the government ships don't let passengers on so I thought I'd stow away on a lancer."

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Unfinished WIP #1

"Grayson messes up the return from the moon so we have to stick around Spaceklarn"

NOTE: This was originally going to be a Merol story but I adapted it for Spaceklarn

Everyone was just sitting, standing, or whatever-ing, aboard Tell Your Mom I'm Not Coming Back, Bruce's spaceship equipped with six powerful ion pulse thrusters, powered with a crystalline nuclear battery, etc etc etc. It really was something, and Bruce had built it himself.

Bruce was at the controls, carefully piloting the ship. He never made a mistake; he was way too awesomely experienced to make mistakes. He'd been flying for a long time.

Grayson, who still had the wounds from healing the moon goddess, was kind of weak, and occasionally stumbled. So as it happened, he was near Brhuce. He stumbled.

The spaceship suddenly veered to the right, shooting way off course and out of the hyperspace tunnel, switching automatically from tunnel flight to manual flight (or as many pilots preferred, free flight).

"You just had to do that didn't you," Bruce said. "You just had to push me out of the tunnel. Well check this out, moron, look where we're going to crash into!"

There was a little hotel/ship shop/space bar complex just floating there, in space. And naturally the spaceship was heading right for it. Bruce did his best but ended damaging the left side of the ship, the damage even went so far as to knock out one of those thrusters.

"Aw, shit," Bruce swore as he looked at the damage. "You see that? You did that! It's going to cost me so much to get that fixed..."

They'd already taken the moon goddess and her trophy husband to their planet, so it was just Bruce, Grayson, Miya, and Drake.

They didn't have any money of their own that the locals would accept and Bruce wasn't willing to hand some of his over (he had to pay almost all he had just to get the ship shop to give him all the supplies he needed), so they just stayed on the ship.

It was a strange few days. Every once in a while, they'd hear Bruce start insulting something, usually Grayson, and it usually involved his spaceship. Sometimes he'd get so angry that he'd need to take a break, grab a propulsion suit and a bottle of space snake slorp, and shoot off into space for a while.

Once the spaceship was repaired, they set off again, and this time it was Miya who broke something. She thought she was leaning against a wall, but there was a hidden panel there, and she broke it off accidentally, and electrical components started shorting out. Whoo, Bruce did not give her an easy time with that!

Bruce decided to make them stay in their rooms on the ship, not going anywhere unless it was necessary, because this spaceship was not supposed to break twice in a day of playing space taxi! That only happened when he was pushing it, in intense space war. And well, this was free space—anyone could fly here and there was an unspoken rule that no war would come here either.

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Space snake slorp