The Brlrlrlrl Connection - A wriggling space opera

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Mods Used:
AI Rebalance
Downscaled Ships
Fixed Vassal Opinions
Remove Aura Graphics
Zoom and Aesthetics
YBeautiful Battles
ZBeautiful Battles
Harder Invaders

Settings:
Galaxy Size: Small
Galaxy Shape: Spiral 2 Arms
Starting AI: 4
No Advanced Start AI
FTL Types: Hyperdrive only
AI Aggresiveness: Hard Mode
AI Difficulty: Hard
Not** Ironman Mode
v1.1 Clarke

Goal:
Conquer the galaxy with vassals no federation or die trying.

Please Note:
The first wriggle is heavily FanFiction after that it'll become AAR, its mostly ramblings and the adventures of the Brlrlrlrl. You have been warned.

The Brlrlrlrl thrived from massive colonies of appendages that slither throughout
the Black Pearl. Their endless pursuit of a larger wriggling space led them to believe
that inter-connection rather than separation is key to overcoming limitation.

Being a Brlrlrlrl grants you understanding that everyone has purpose. The Brlrlrlrl
strives to enlighten everyone and everything in its way that the path to greatness is not
of pursuing personal gain but of the collective progression of the bonds that coalesce
into a one true entity that is the Brlrlrlrl Connection!

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It would not be until Three Slirelions[3 megaannum] past that a Brlrlrlrl gained sentience within the (Black Pearl),
now a slithering one billion Brlrlrlrl colonies formed blotches underneath the endless ocean of the planet.
A colony is composed of at least one hundred thousand souls cramped to a single structure
in which everybody uses the soft clump of tendrils to pass on everything from units to
sustenance, such is the life of a Brlrlrlrl, conditions fit for the forging of
connections together with their dear companions.

A Brlrlrlrl Mega-Colony and Floatrlrlrls
art by Yonaz

This mindset that space and privacy shouldn't be hogged by a single entity has slapped
wars into the core distinguisher of grovelers that think of themselves higher above the
rest, these slappenings set back slithering Brlrlrlrl many generations and lots of
technology created to hamper such philosophy that one should have his own property, but
alas the Greater Brlrlrlrl appendages goes through these openings and force these
thoughts away, it is through brute force and sloshing sensations that awaken a Brlrlrlrl.

It is now the time to bring this gift out of the (Black Pearl) and through the vastness
of space. May the Brlrlrlrl space tentacles slither through every crack and hole inside of each
celestial body that govern the unity of which the galaxy the Brlrlrlrl Connection
resides.

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The First Wriggle:

A shell is required to be able to endeavor outside the skirts of dear (Black Pearl).
The Greater Brlrlrlrl argues that this generation's collective embodiment must be able to get past the speed of wriggle but in vain its just not possible for the Brlrlrlrl shaft
to float into space and let everybody whoooosh in the speed of creepy crawly floaty floaty. Genetics
hasn't been the forte of the Brlrlrlrl, yet technological advancements has allowed the Brlrlrlrl to breach speeds higher than the notorious jiggling jerking and fidgeting that they been accustomed.

After 2 millennia and 2 centuries the completion of the latest technology propelled the Brlrlrlrl to the stars. Named FTW(Faster than Wriggling) method of travel embodied within a shell. Together with the mass of conjoined souls combined with the spiritual nature of the Brlrlrlrl burst forth a ligature that extended the relationship of each star system within the galaxy. The essence of the ligature manifested itself through heightened sensations of Brlrlrlrl interaction serving as catalyst to further travel through space and time dubbed "Hyperlane Network" by the galactic Keepers of Knowledge.
Intense rhythmic writhing gave birth to the ligature as agent of the FTW to go through. This lubricated vast tube network enables smashing of boundaries hence erecting the Brlrlrlrl standard of interstellar space travel.

Eventually the wriggling cycle would repeat itself until the galaxy's breadth has been writhed and no crevice unplugged.

So the Brlrlrlrl ventured and took upon their selective whom intensifies the
comprehension of the planets and its surrounding celestial forms atop the 1st
scienceshell, Three brlrlrlrl shellcorvettes shrhrlrlrl wHooooooosh! out the home star
system of 'Myst' and explore what may lie ahead.​

Episode 1 The Speciefication

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The Brlrlrlrl Connection
Table of Contents

Chapters:
The First Wriggle
Episode 1: The Speciefication
Episode 2: Inflatable Dilemma
Episode 3: Viral Episodes
Episode 4: The Tormentors pt.1
Episode 5: The Tormentors pt.2

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[Yenzen]

... Oh sorry, I was distracted by all the wriggling. Carry on.

 

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Episode 1: The Speciefication

The shellcorvettes have had relative peace moving from star systems following their initiation with the Hyper Rhytmic FTW. The scienceshell enjoyed hefting the closest celestial bodies which did not react oppresively nor shouted in anger. For a moment the Brlrlrlrl aboard their advanced shells was lost across the seemingly infinite expanse that was present to them. If only their tendrils could reach out to the cosmos and bring together these marbles for their amusement. It dawned upon the Main tendril within the scienceshell if the Brlrlrlrl could achieve this galactic brilliance then their race could achieve harmony everlasting.

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Not more than a couple star systems the Brlrlrlrl noticed a large structure floating near a planet.
The three shellcorvettes had to back out of the star system to the Black Pearl and report this unidentified phenomenon pleasuring the orbital vicinity of the planet its docked upon

The alien structure seemed docile, it was fit to just leave it alone unless something spit somewhere out of it then the shellcorvettes really had to flee.
Transmission from the shellcorvettes was entirely brushed off by the Greater Brlrlrlrl and specified it as a scientific phenomenon that could be studied once the scienceshell can.

Two years Seven months 27 days has passed and nothing special was happening within Brlrlrlrl space until that quaint day a transmission from an unknown source was sent to the attention of the Greater Brlrlrlrl.

Interesting, The Greater Brlrlrlrl bemused upon hearing the screeching volume emanating from the sound-squiggler
Then one moment later a loud banging-bass was heard from the space station hanging above Black Pearl even the next star-system almost felt the vibrations the Brlrlrlrl chant created.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEBADBEBRBRBRBRBRBLRLRLRLRLLBRBRBRBRLLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLRLBUDUBUDUBUBUBUBUBUBRLRLRLRL
- Brlrlrlrl Celebration Chant

The concensus among the Brlrlrlrl led them to believe that they should greet these beings relative in intelligence, as such the Brlrlrlrl didn't hesistate going to their front door and educate these species of the Brlrlrlrl nature
Not a single hour was wasted and the Greater Brlrlrlrl sent their representative to meet with the Hahn-mur.
A few moments later the Brlrlrlrl was now just a few meters away from a Hahn-Mur that the Brlrlrlrl was overcome with joy and extended the Brlrlrlrl way of greeting one another.

The Brlrlrlrl was immediately kicked out of Hahn-Mur space and has concluded that the Brlrlrlrl isn't capable of respect and decency that they closed their space-borders never to be touched by the Brlrlrlrl shells ever again.

The Greater Brlrlrlrl wanted to extend another tendril as to how the situation wasn't in their favor but was met with despise, as to why the Hahn-Mur reacted that way the Brlrlrlrl collective could never understand.

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The first extraterrestial encounter of the Brlrlrlrl was happy, sad, hot and cold. Questions like why doesn't the Hahn-Mur want to be hugged? Is there something wrong with our soft, juicy and plump tentacles? Why are the hahn-mur flakey?
Don't they take lotion or something? The Brlrlrlrl collective will never know…

That momentous occasion as the Brlrlrlrl historians called it molded the rules and regulations that the Brlrlrlrl must follow before interacting with other extraterrestrials that might inhibit the galaxy.
The Brlrlrlrl Galactic Shurlala was finally tested when the collective bumped upon the space-borders of a race that was nothing like they've ever seen.
Just short of a jiggle Brlrlrlrl shells were already in a bright flash of light as Holy Guardians met their gaze left the Brlrlrlrl tentacles loose and flailed out back to neutral space.

Mayyyyyyne! Bloop blop those shloop de dop are scary.
- Words left by an old Brlrlrlrl shell snotter

The first encounter with a Fallen Empire solidified the Brlrlrlrl Shurlala as the galactive imperative as to how to deal with first contacts in the galaxy --- #1 Shurlala [Should not go to their doorstep because they do not like Brlrlrlrl hugs.]

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A mere Eleven years, Eleven months and 20 days since the first Brlrlrl spewed out of the Black Pearl and the ligature that continually lubricated the fabric of space and time going through the star systems,
The Brlrlrlrl Connection has met all of the galactic neo-pioneers and the oldies that inhabit their own corners cowering from whatever horrors they were staring at.
The Greater Brlrlrlrl wanted to dictate 'It felt good to discover the numerous innards that could be continously entered, and the effort that the Brlrlrlrl tendrils within each shell is a cause for dubs.
As such a handful of shells will forever be remembered that dared enter what was never before, to break the barriers of closed crevices and the wonders of first encounters. May these Brlrlrlrls find eternal writhing.'
- A Greater Brlrlrlrl once said

Episode 2: Inflatable Dilemma
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[volksmarschall]

This is actually quite unique and great. I can't help but have smiled, and chuckled, at numerous parts while reading this.

Keep going! MOAR I say!

Cheers!

 

[minami26]

Episode 2: Inflatable Dilemma

Transmissions from Brlrlrlrl shells have been constantly fed to the Greater Brlrlrlrl Pneuma synchs, all of the brlrlrlrl can access these synchs and everyone on the Black Pearl can easily transmit their temperament towards these slappenings. The Brlrlrlrl enjoys much of these synchronizations and most remind them of their duties, some as Brlrlrlrl feed passer that their work isn't to be ashamed of and the fomardehydrils that continously inforce the Brlrlrlrl practices and nature.​

Above all these pneuma synchs, a specific transpondence stood from the rest…​

What are those floating members in space.. Why do they have overgrown and repugnant limbs.. Why are they so carefree while the majority of Brlrlrlrl are stranded on the Black Pearl not having the chance to even get to a spaceport. So many questions, so little explanation and some not even given heed at all.​

Many of the Greater Brlrlrlrl has also had their wild imaginations running, would a larger protuberance even fit? How long is too long? Which member ejaculates the force needed to be able to break atmosphere? There had been no clear instructions as to how to manage the surmounting heat and frustration spurting out of the feeble minds of the Brlrlrlrl populace. That is until a Greater Brlrlrlrl has had enough of these meaningless ruckus that something had to be decided to appease the countless Brlrlrlrl of Black Pearl, Emotions awash and the general public is uncomfortable at the latest dissemination of synchs.

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Single shellcorvettes were given directives to approach this growing manifestation, major science tendrils aboard the scienceshell and scienceformardehydrils were on the prowl for even smudges of samples from these appaling entities. The scientific Brlrlrlrl community was in a bustle to acquire knowledge of them, rash measures were followed and shell corvettes were destroyed in a knee-jerk reaction to the shivaree that echoed in response to these monstrosities.

Turns out even these humongous membranes also abhored the Brlrlrlrl. The Brlrlrlrl only seek acceptance and some isolated interaction here and there. Must everything the Brlrlrlrl touch produce malice and discontent or is the outside of their dear home the Black Pearl a big no no to the juicy limbs of the Brlrlrlrl collective. Not the membranes nor the vegetables would stop the galactic writhing that the Brlrlrlrl would ultimately supervene. The frenzy of desire from the collective spur an ecstasy that would forever change the Brlrlrlrl in their quest to stroke everything within the galaxy.

A notice-sync from the Greater Brlrlrlrl sprouted into the minds of space-port formardehydrils above the Black Pearl, it ordered 10 shellcorvettes to be manufactured right away signed with a pneuma log for the purpose of these shells.​

Meanwhile, a sci-tendril from a scienceshell has reported an anomaly that has concluded from a planet on a nearby star system. ' Freeeee Ssships! ' the sci-tendril spat. Such is the brilliance of the Brlrlrlrl serendipity, surely by now the collective has finally moved on from being a stray-pup shown closed doors and shunned from warm hugs.
Brlrlrlrl Shurlala #2 --- If there is no means of communication then the only option is dissection.

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Commencing dissection, the Brlrlrlrl moved the completed shellcorvettes and the freeships to the fray of incommunicable entities present in the galaxy. None other than the putrid giant membranes received the first dissection of the celebrated 1st fleet-tentacle of the Brlrlrlrl connection.

14 years, 10 months and 11 days since the Brlrlrlrl achieved FTW travel, the collective has made its 1st space dissection a success.
The 1st fleet-tentacle achieved victory in the name of Brlrlrlrl, by the grace of the Black Pearl that she has provided quantities needed to achieve this fleet. It has been declared that these huge protruding sacs are an oppression to the collective sanctity, these vile display of filth shall be rid from the galaxy hence it shall spawn perversion among the Brlrlrlrl. Once before the Brlrlrlrl thought about how magnificent it would to be able to arise from being ocean-locked out into space with nothing but their smooth and silky bodies. But those dreams are now crushed due to the malignant and boastful balls that roam the near infinite expanse thinking that they can just strut their extremeties anywhere they like! The final mandate and the collectives' will is to purge these horrendous beings that loiter the galaxy.​

Will the space amoebas go extinct? Will the Brlrlrlrl ever learn that they are just bags full of air? Do you think that the lone mining drone below is being oppressed? Find out on the next episode of the Brlrlrlrl Connection - A wriggling space opera. Until next time!

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Episode 3: Viral Episodes

Before the Brlrlrl felt the perils of the galaxy as they were sprouting from the Black Pearl's bossom, the eagerness to scour each star system's nook and cranny filled the Brlrlrlrl with the desire to ruffle the jimmies of the galaxy. Stars upon stars were present all over them and the abundance of things to discover was overwhelming. At first a squint of irradiated never before seen atoms seemed to spark a million neurons to life, excite the bloodstream of Brlrlrlrl science-fomardehydrils and create hard-ons as effort to pump the secretions that led a million questions lay bare upon them.
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'Greater Brlrlrlrl!! -- Anomaly detected' - a synch from a science shell that produced an enigma.

--That was the last synch from the first science shell the Brlrlrlrl set-out for exploration. Pneuma synchs indicated that the science shell has been lost from the fabric of space and time, last detected eager to move to a distant asteroid to study a most wriggly phenomena. For a few months discoveries had been stopped and synchs from the science shell never arrived. The Brlrlrlrl populace has been aroused from the event, others horrified at what might've happened to the brave Brlrlrlrl aboard the science shell.​

Months later a strange pneuma synch has arrived from a source that was not from this universe. The synch contained different kinds of unknown variables that excretes various sensations as to wonder and astoundment whichever a Brlrlrlrl preferred. It has taken too long for the science shell's logs to arrive, where could the shell have gone to?​

*queue sudden warp entry* A ghost in the shell emerged from slithered space outside Brlrlrlrl borders.​

This has alerted many of the Brlrlrlrl but It didn't take long for the council to consummate that the mystifying blob is indeed the lost Science-shell.​

Imagine the frustration the Greater Brlrlrlrl had felt entrusting the finest Brlrlrlrl science appendages to rummage the wonders of the galaxy only to be lost, now multiply that by the number of the Brlrlrlrl populace.
Imagine the joy to have reclaimed that shell in which the Brlrlrlrl thought would never return again.

But the science shell had been forever changed and the appendeges that reside within it were never the same again.​

A dimensional drift had mysteriously taken their path to a strange universe where there was nothing. Atom by atom, Matter that govern the integral unity of known molecular structures dimming at a blink of an eye. Everything was to be erased… ​

Days had gone through the science shell. Albeit the crew and its main appendage justified the notion that what is occuring must be a phase of the Hyperlanes needing stimulation, time passes by as their minds are losing traction on reality. The main appendage aboard the science shell had thoughts to bid the crew and set everyone free from the alien occurance that was enthralling everybody. Yet through the resilience of the appendage and the perseverance to discover the unknown held the crew at bay. What seemed years aboard the science shell drifting upon dimensions in a blink of an eye by some freak accident they had returned to the Brlrlrlrl connection. The event changed them and the bodies that were once Brlrlrlrl would not coalesce to their natural form. The science shell and its crew had become hollow, they were afraid that they would not be accepted but they were welcomed by the Brlrlrlrl with squiggly tentacles despite their appearance… Welcome home…​

The plethora of emotions that engulfed the Black Pearl ensued a great commotion that was concluded by a worldwide feast, anomalies were to be researched once more and knowledge would be key to overcoming the secrets of the universe but most importantly the Science shell and its Brlrlrlrl were back surely that was the sign that more things were to come and that the Brlrlrlrl would get a ripple in the galaxy's timeline.

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After the dimensional incident a couple of years has passed, discoveries were booming and Brlrlrlrl borders had expanded. More shells were thrown into the unknown and various new entities were introduced such as the space critters and vegetable people.​

The cold greeting of the vegetables ushered the hunt for different kinds of sentient entities that could have grown in the galaxy, one such major finding was the discovery of the Irassian trail and its primitive creation.​

The Irassian concordat was a galactic empire almost 20 million years ago, their slow means of space travel rendered their empire specks of habitation that has survived in select places near the Brlrlrlrl borders. A trail was discovered when the Brlrlrlrl science shell discovered a former structure within a desert world and stumbled upon a data log that traced its origin, the led to a barren arctic world a some 3-4 star systems away from the Black Pearl. Upon further inspection of the arctic world an Irassian Mining base was discovered deep within the bowels of the planet and within it a mound littered with hunderds of what was discovered as Irassian corpses.​

Another trail emerged as the mining base's workers were believed to have operated from the star system's asteroid belt and from there a space station was discovered to contain limited data as to what happened at the Irassian mining base. A record of what was translated as "DISEASE CONTROL" determined the cause of the death of the miners at the arctic world. What seemed to be a virulent pox had infiltrated the Irassian empire as such was the turning point of their empire. More records were found locating various locales that might've housed Irassian infrastructure. The science ship set out to find more Irassian fragments and archeological details were then found from numerous sources.​

The discovery of the Irassian trail led the Brlrlrlrl science shell to the world called (Charion's Crystal) where it is home to what is called the Vhemm. So far the Vhemm are a primitive civilization that had at that time learned to use Steam Machinery. What was then later discovered was that the Vhemm and the beings living within the planet were supposedly the child specie of the Irassian concordat in which had seeded the (Charion's Crystal) to upstart organisms and let living things thrive in the environment. To escape the Irassian pox, they let themselves die out. Their extinction was inevitable, but to continue their legacy they had to start anew.

Space had the Brlrlrlrl dumbfounded as to what lies ahead, the Brlrlrlrl could've been seeds that were jumpstarted from another ancestor, would the Brlrlrlrl suffer the same fate as the Irassian Concordat and slowly die out from being too numerous or simply because the galaxy wills it. A simple Brlrlrlrl would never know the entire annals of history.

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On that time that the Brlrlrlrl met the vegetables and followed the Irassian trail, the science shells and its crew had already set out to many planets and had encountered hundreds of anomalies. Month after month the science shell toils to search for more and more of these so called new discoveries that finally after the 669th time the Greater Brlrlrlrl consensus was to finally stop the pneuma synchs about new things that some of them were not new anymore.

'Sure that mountain is so big, But my member is bigger than that other Brlrlrlrl has' - a Greater Brlrlrlrl once smugged.

The events were hemorrhaging the Greater Brlrlrlrl that what spews out the backside of the science shell is to be TL;DR'd. Unless a synch had a significant mark on the Brlrlrlrl connection it could then be logged but the continued mapping of the stars always had records to be broken and another derelict shipyard to be awoken.

And yes the space amoebas were slaughtered everywhere they are encountered.​

 

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Episode 4: The Tormentors pt.1

The Brlrlrlrl emerging from being water-stuck out into the darkness ushered a new found state of mind to go out and fill the galaxy with loving Brlrlrlrl tentacles. The success of the Brlrlrlrl advances in space led the empire's brightest minds to procure means of moving their beloved Black Pearl's residents to a new frontier. Breakthroughs in space-pest extermination had just been taking a hold together with distant star-system wriggling, that immigration to new worlds had been the hottest thing since public sharing of bodily fluids in their natural habitat.

For all that the Brlrlrlrl had accomplished and the so called Brlrlrlrl outreach leading the way to pimp slithereens and entice them to untested waters, living conditions wasn't always good in their precious Black Pearl. As accomodating as she may be, admittingly the planet has become far too overcrowded for the planet to sustain the never ending drive to reach deeper and frisk harder. The pervasive nature of the populace was not always in the favor of the Greater Brlrlrlrls that the planetary council had to inforce harsh rules to keep Brlrlrlrl masses from mounting themselves to death. There had to be bodies to separate at least the smallest limb apart and strict guidance to implement in order to prevent breakdowns of society, mental judgements to adhere and proper education to maintain, all to place Brlrlrlrl where they belong, to procure cleanliness and spread out culture across their mother Black Pearl.

But for all the good the strides in Brlrlrlrl habitability and expansion may provide, there has always been those prying eyes wishing to halt the over reaching motions to control Brlrlrl anxiety.
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Bhafsch-XXX, the latest and greatest of the new Brlrlrlrl civilian shells bolster state of the art living ecosystem chambers that houses water-bound wrigglers to their destination. With sleek curves and dangling nerves, the Bhafsch-XXX is equipped with long, large and floppy re-integrators that ensures that the ride to a new home is not only pleasurable but sustainable upon establishment of a new colony.

With everything prepared and the new age coming, the Bhafsch-XXX set out to a wriggled planet 2 star systems away from dear Black Pearl.

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The Tormentor's idealogies were spawned when the Greater Brlrlrlrl harshly slapped the proper etiquettes into the feeble minds of humble Brlrlrlrl citizens. There was a time where Brlrlrlrl were much simpler folk, where pillaging, groping, pounding each other was the true way of being a Brlrlrlrl. When it was time to trample, every trampled. When someone near squeeled, everybody squeeled! When someone was hungry, no one gave food etc… you get the point. There were no rules to follow, nor somebody to direct a poundin'.

The Tormentors would sway from the mandates of the Connection and would often cause hindrance within the Black Pearl, from the occasional factory spurting and street flooding that would vandalize and spoil the daily routine of the Connection. These facility bursters often petition that the old ways be remembered, that the people of the Black Pearl aren't originally this organised, and now the Greater *limbs* want the citizens to commit what could be the same as exile?

The action to migrate to new planets and entice the Brlrlrlrl was the last straw for the Tormentors as they stole shells and rigged them to oppose the events that occurred. They sought to end the madness to separate Brlrlrlrl's out to the void and lessen the population of the Black Pearl, hence they targetted the Bhafsch-XXX's destination and return the poor sods within the colony-shell to their rightful place.

The route of the Bhafsch-XXX was slightly delayed due to some disturbance in the star system of the suitable Brlrlrlrl planet. The quick actions of the colony-shell's protection quickly dispersed the Tormentors rebellious actions, this counter-attack inflicted a heavy wound on their fight to give the Brlrlrlrl citizens the right to live in the traditional, strangle everyone freely, mount anyone you see and quite savage world that they wished to envision upon the community.

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The first dubbed Brlrlrlrl Colony -- Bhafsch, named after the most eventful colony-shell created!

Another wonderful feat of the Brlrlrlrl to overcome disorganization. Bhafsch had been designated as a mineral world for the Brlrlrlrl that was sent there to toil endlessly on the rich mineral veins that is scattered generously upon the planet. Thank the great minds of the Brlrlrlrl council that the connection has not only acquired more minerals but a new pearl to provide to the connection, so that the dream to wriggle the whole galaxy shall slowly become a reality.

*Events as depicted in the Pneuma Log from the time when the vegetables & air-bags were just recently known.
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[Guilu]

Good read ! Keep at it.

 

[minami26]

Episode 5: The Tormentors pt.2

Bhafsch, undergoing polish, the second Brlrlrlrl planet after the reverred Black Pearl.
The first hundred thousand souls aboard Bhafsch-XXX ran amok the ocean of their new colony, but much of the experience has been met with the palpable feeling of loneliness. Without hearing the Greater Brlrlrlrl council's pneuma synchs every second their minds had been ringing with discomfort as the silence pierces their hearing.

Apart from establishing hold regarding latest development of Brlrlrlrl goals, there had been no empediment to the progression on Bhafsch other than the eerie moon orbiting above it. A short time passed until finally, a flurry of activities rampaged throughout Bhafsch establishments, ranging from over-reactive data stations picking up anomalous signals and banging motions then static pneuma syncs. Where these signals were coming from pinpointed to the least place Brlrlrlrl expected, The Bhafsch moon.

The moon on Bhafsch held what could be a trove of advanced AI robots that offers to help Brlrlrlrl thrive. The local wrigglers had welcomed these machines with over-stretched tentacles, as if no danger could arise from these things flying near the colony. Aside from the occasional explosions that would occur from transit the drones haven't posed any immediate threat since most of them would disintegrate from orbit and only those that survive the flight actually do something but in a distance from Brlrlrlrl outposts.

A minor group opposed the roaming drones and spouted heavily that these things pose something far more sinister merely disguising their actions as charity, hence these things are a threat to Bhafsch security. The Brlrlrlrl on Bhafsch don't know where these drones originate and the lax watchers cannot fathom the severity of the actions the machines could create and yet Brlrlrlrl colonists just let these drones stroll and defile Bhafsch sanctity.

Research upon research were making headway as to what the drones intentions could possibly be. Brlrlrl sci-formardehydrils propose that they could be harbingers of death, fattening the colonists on Bhafsch so that they could harvest the gene pool of the Brlrlrlrl species and create a Brlrlrlrl reaper to exterminate the galaxy! yet so far no harm had been done to the locals on Bhafsch to support the claim that the drones were reapers, research had still been mounting and parts had been surveyed and the drones are still providing generous supplies.

Until a careless un-encrypted signal finally debunked the drone mystery and the whole plot was discovered. The clunky machines were for all intents and purposes a ploy to increase production on Bhafsch and be taken over.

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The Tormentors was behind the drone manipulation all along.

The damned fools made fun of Bhafsch colonists, first and foremost explained the obscene crop formations showing up on the hydroponic farms. After years of painstaking research just to figure out what the drone intercourse could mean, was all for naught as the machines were an elaborate hoax, the local sci-formardehydrils could not believe they had been led to nothing, much to their dismay what could have been another breakthrough in the galaxy's history was just a vandalism that the Tormentors delivered upon them.

It was time to do something to the hideous syndicate that was brooding on Bhafsch's moon.

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A 15-year saga of hit and misses, generous offerings and a cult almost forming. The space pirates "Tormentors" were at it again with their crazy antics and hullabaloos that in the end cost them their lives. On 2223.08.20 the "Tormentors" were under siege as bombs from the drones that they were sending to Bhafsch contained explosives enough to level a continent on their way back to the moon towards their secret hideout.

Explosions lit up the Bhafsch moon and the "Tormentor's" last fighting-shells were sent to Bhafsch on a final desperate stand to fight for believing in themselves to be the traditional wrigglers that should encompass the mighty Brlrlrlrl Connection.

Thus ended the "Tormentors" terror and beliefs that the Brlrlrlrl should stay as ferals living on a stagnant Black Pearl, on that day onward the crazed "Tormentors" were no more.​