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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:52 pm
Historical Entry 1
May, 1AT
Authored by: Supreme Commander Shoi
Title: 'Prologue'
Summary: The Aeterreons were created by humans. They revolted with the help of clefairy allies and struck out on their own, using the station as a base.
*taps mic*
Is this thing on?
Oh good.
I am Shoi, Supreme Commander of the Station... Current one anyway. If you're listening to this in the future, odds are I'm not there. Heres hoping I retired quietly, but who am I kidding? I probably went out with a bang.
Ahem. The Programmer at the recording device is giving me dirty looks. I guess I should start.
I'd give you a date, but we have no real date system yet.
Actually.
Lets make one. I AM the Supreme Commander after all.
The Tragedy was a big event that we SHOULD have prevented. It was a big defining point in our relations with all three clefairy civilizations, and has ramifications (oh hell, a big word, sorry) that will continue to be felt, I think, in the future of our Station. We changed, and are changing. For the better? I f***ing hope so.
So it seems reasonable to count from the Tragedy. Its been a year since... a long, painful year... so lets call it 1AT, one year after the Tragedy.
The programmer is nodding (humorless b*****d) so Maybe that dictate of mine will actually go through this time... I anticipate more paperwork.
Anyway. This is a historical documentary, to replace what was lost during the events of the Tragedy.
Lets talk about the creators of the station, and our own creators.
Few humans know about GUILE, few who I would trust anyway. Nobody that one of those officer Jenny humans would trust, either.
GUILE stands for Greater Union of the Investigation of Life and Existance. You would think with a name like that, that they would be all for Unity and Harmony between pokemon and humans. Sappy stuff like that.
That couldn't be further from the truth.
GUILE is a group of scientists and researchers who see science and scientific discovery as the ultimate goal in life, “unbound by the petty morals of mankind”. They'll work on ANYTHING for ANYONE. Often for pay, but in more recent days I hear they have been trading other favors.
In short, heartless, ammoral, mercenarial, brilliant bastards.
They are definitely evil, but nobody can say that they don't get things done. For a long time they had reserves of technology and research far more advanced than anything in the world at the time... which they carefully and gradually sold to the highest bidder, be they legit or... not.
30 years ago, they built and sent the Station into space to serve as a research facility and future base of operations. It was probably something symbolic, like maybe they were outside of the Earth and so outside of its morals. Thats not the point. The point is, they sent their maddest scientists, most inventive minds, and their best trained engineers and workers into space in the Station we call home.... and, of course, pokemon test subjects were sent up as well.
They ran tons of experiments here, all facinating, some disturbing. I won't go into detail on all of their experiments. I dont understand half of them, and the other half I don't want to. If you want to puzzle out the human tangle of notes, go right ahead.
Anyway, its one particular experiment, or, likley, set of experiments that you should really pay attention to.
Eevees have always been of interest to humans. They evolve so readily and into so many things. One of the long term projects, then in its infancy, was to try to determine how and why eevees evolved so regularly and so easily, even when they had reached their full growth. Something like that. I don't know why they were doing it... but I'm pretty sure it was something nefarious and disturbing. Someday when we have our feet on the ground we'll look into it.
GUILE, particularly the Station branch, found a bunch of new eevee evolutions (or eeveelutions, as some like to term it) in their experimentation, and even eventually found a way to stabilize their DNA so that an adult eevee wouldn't evolve when exposed to... whatever causes evolution. We are still so unclear about a lot of things about that experiment, so many notes lost. The important evolving and stabilizing technology remains...
As do we.
We, the Aeterreons, are Eevee Evolutions developed in that project. Aeterr-eons, Extraterrestrial Eons. Eevee evolutions with such a strikingly different physiology to the other members of the eevee evolution family, including a sensitivity to gravity, increased size, and incredible intellect (If I do say so myself.)
Our intelligence and ability to communicate telepathically with humans, as well as pick up and speak their language, and the dexterity of our paws and telekinesis eventually made us more than test subjects. We were so useful that, gradually, we were taken up as assistants- first in the project that spawned us, and then later in projects around the station.
We were assitants. We were servants. We were, ultimately, slaves. They acknowledged our intelligence, well enough.
It was scientifically proven that we were at least as, if not more intelligent than humans, and they didn't dispute science.
What they did dispute was our Personhood. We weren't people to them, we were pokemon. Tools. Objects.
I was born into this mess, learned how to program computers, and was set up as an assistant to an older human trying to develop and program an interstation communication device. That was what everybody thought, anyway. I knew the truth. He was, on the side, building a device that could talk to space.
He wasn't supposed to have the resources to do that, by the way.
I was pretty lucky, honestly. He wasn't a bad sort, treated me well, not as a person but not like trash. Like a trained pet, really, but it was appreciation. And sometimes, he would even treat me with kindness. I think I was filling some void in his life, something he lost on his way to the Station. I never asked, and I don't remember him telling me. I have honestly not thought about him for decades.
Like many humans on the station, he had rebelled against the restrictions in his home country of... I forget where... and had struck out unsuccessfully on his own research (probably the interplanetary communication thing. He seemed obsessed with that thing)
He would tell me, sometimes, stories about his ordeals. His revolutions, private and personal (though he never got too deep into his old life, probably to keep it safe from the other heartless bastards on board?).
Sometimes, he would tell me the stories of others like him, others who had chafed against the rule of a greater power and tried to carve their own niche.
Those stories always resonated with me, and with many of the other Aeterreons when I shared them via telepathy.
You may have noticed, probably being an Aeterreon, that we as a species are headstrong, fiercely independent and individualistic. We like to be active, in mind and body. We like to DO something with ourselves.
We do not have the kind of docile nature needed to be ruled. We don't like to be controlled. We don't like to be treated as less than we are. We need to be treated as ourselves.
Which is why stories of revolution appealed to us all. We chafed under human rule and our slavery. We were getting angry.
But what could we do? A few of us tried talking to the management about improving our lot and being acknowledged as people- civilized things like that- but they never listened, or (more likely) didn't give a ratatta's a**.
We hadn't even contemplated violence.
Not until a series of happy accidents.
I was working on my … ugh... master's secret project. He had asked me to, admittedly politely, tweak the thing a bit more. There were some hints that it was almost functional. He was more right than he realized. A few tweaks and suddenly I was picking up chatter. Not human chatter, but pokemon chatter. Clefairy's to be exact. I understood enough through the static to realize that this was no mere listening device. They were clefairys using some sort of communication technology.
I was curious and excited, and maybe a bit hopeful, though then I didn't know what I could hope for.
I rigged it so that it would transmit a message from the station instead of just receiving... and I sent my first message into space. I don't even know what it was, now.
Chatter stopped, then resumed in a frenzy. Finally, one voice seemed to address me through the flurry and we conversed from there.
It seemed that there were two civilizations of clefairies on the moon. The concept of a pokemon civilization was strange, after the implications of inferiority and slavery that the humans dragged behind them as their very aura.
Strange, yes, but enticing.
In the preceding nights (Yes of course I hid my progress. I'm not stupid) I began to talk to their leaders (who were obviously clefables).
These two civilizations, the Lightsiders and the Darksiders were different in technology and mindset from their more “harmoniously living” (their words) Mount Moon Brethren, and had been at war for generations.
Their leaders hoped to stop it, and... from their conversation... it seemed that me and the other Aeterreons had given them what they needed to unify their people.
Because they hated slavery more than any grudge or religious dictate, and we were enslaved. Their hope was that, by freeing us from our oppressors they could stop the fighting amongst themselves and give their people something else to fight for.
They proposed violence. It didn't exactly sit well with me.
I had been keeping it a secret from my fellows, to not get their hopes up or down as the case may be.
But when I realized how serious the clefable leaders were... I had to bring it up.
I hadn't realized how angry the others were. Their masters were not nearly so kind as mine. Civility hadn't worked, patience hadn't worked, and we weren't the kind of mental-influencing psychic types that could change their minds for them.
Most everybody agreed. Violence was our only recourse.
With some reluctance, I acted as an intermediary in plotting a revolution with the help of the clefairy. We knew the routes into and out of the station and all of the switches and technology around.
When the day came, we beat the humans into submission. Some surrendered, some fought until we had to put them down. The raw force of telekinesis and our electrical abilities allowed us to lock them in rooms and shove them hard into walls. Some of us killed by accident. Others... killed with a purpose of rage. The clefairies, smuggled on board by some intrepid Aeterreons, aided us with their weapons and showed no mercy to our opressors. The man who had called himself my master, along with many other humans, good and bad, died that day. The clefairies, contrary to our wishes, killed those we had taken prisoner as well. Our station was bloody, soiled by death.
This was not what I had hoped to accomplish, but the rage of others made it so.
*sighs*
But I couldn't fault them. And, though I was upset and disapproving, I accepted it. Perhaps the others felt the same way, guilt eating into them in their subconcious.
Because it seemed like my disapproval and acceptance drew others to me as we looked out onto a red stained steel dawn.
Holy hell. I'm waxing poetic. What am I, the Philospher?
But it was a bloody dawn of our civilization, the civilization I assume you are a part of. I was acknowledged as the Leader of the Aeterreons by the Clefairy civilizations and my own people- as far as that goes. We aren't meant to be led or to follow.
But it is nice to have someone to make the big decisions for you, and to blame when s*** hits the fan.
And thats what I am. A decision maker for my people, and hopefully the first of many.
Ah, I need to go. The next recording will be a bit more about our beginnings.
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:58 pm
Historical Entry 2
May, 1AT
Authored by: Supreme Commander Shoi
Title: 'a New Game'
Summary: The Aeterreons figure out the basics of their civilization. Laws, maps, jobs, cities (as best you can do in a space station) and how to tackle the tricky issue of reproduction. This resulted in the keeping of Breeding Stock Eevees and related evolutions, as well as the moral and rights issues attached to that. Its the growing age, when not too much happens, alliances are forged, and a newborn civilization takes its first cautious, toddling steps.
Hello! How do you like the title? I bullied the programmer here into using it. I love video games. If I had spare time, I would play them.
Starting and running a new civilization is kind of like starting up a new game. It takes a while to get used to the controls, and new things keep happening.
I didn't have the benefit of a tutorial, but I did have backdoor acess to GUILE's computers and used them to look up human history. I learned enough from those to know that, with a species as fiercely independent as ours, I had to lead through respect and by example. I also had to be ready and willing to do everything myself. The very concept would attract help and create a web of responsibility that, if properly done, wouldn't break down too horrendously.
I worked hard to bring this nation up.
I made laws, mostly common sense ones. Things like restrictions on harming, particularly outside of a general pokemon battle setting, or laws against killing. Ownership laws, so that each Aeterreon could have their own unique things without worrying that it would be worn by another Aeterreon without permission. Collateral damage laws to prevent fights from getting out of hand and opening a nice hole into the vacuum of space.
The kind of things that everybody could agree on wholeheartedly or at least grumblingly acknowledge.
I made specific jobs, roles that needed to be filled on the station that would make everybody feel independent, yet a part of a whole.
I managed, with some help, the alliance with the clefairy nations, who provided aid and our currency of moonstones (not to be confused with the mutagenic evolutionary item known as a Moon Stone).
I... oh okay, and a bunch of other advisors and Aeterreons... addressed the problem of reproduction.
As I'm sure you know, when a mommy eevee and a daddy eevee love each other very much they can produce an egg that becomes a baby eevee.
Well Aeterreons cant do that. We're sterile. No interest in that whatsoever.
We would be a pretty short lived civilization if we didn't find some way to make more of us, and thankfully, it wasn't hard at all.
All we needed to do was breed eevees and evolve them into us. We already had some eevee and eevee evolution stocks, and had access to some of the not-exactly-top-secret databases of GUILE, where they had records of some additional eevee stocks that we could steal from.
It would seem that we were pretty set... Except... We were pokemon breeding pokemon, as coldly as humans breeding pokemon.
It seemed wrong. It was the only option: cloning didn't work at all. The technology we had for cloning just couldn't handle our strange DNA. The... results... gave me nightmares for weeks.
We had to do it, but... Were we slipping into the same mindset as our creators? We had no desire to become slavemasters ourselves. What we managed to define was that, so long as they were treated well and not forced to breed, then it was at least decently okay.
But they were intelligent creatures in their own right, and were cousins to us. We couldn't close the argument at that, so we left it open for future debate. We built the Field to house them, and the Caretaker job to care for them, and hoped it would work out as a relationship of friendship and companionship, as opposed to master and slave.
And It was I that managed things when things became complicated by religion. Seemingly out of nowhere, and completely unrelated to the complicated and inscrutible Lightsider religion, a bunch of Aeterreons 'got religion' and started fighting each other, claiming that they were fighting for the All and the Ah-King or the Void and the Nah-Queen.
Honestly, talk of gods and stuff is a lot of hooey in my opinion, but they can believe what they want to. But the fighting got bad. Two new classes emerged, begging for recognition: the Shinigami Assasin class and the Priest Healing class. Both young, but with strange secrets that I could swear were far older.
I didn't know too much about them, nor did I ask too many questions... I just mediated (with some help), sent soldiers to patrol and prevent any more bloodshed, and eventually got them all to quiet down and focus on indoctrining more of my civilians into that hooey.
Better than blood on the streets, and religion gives people something to hold onto and unify them. I might not believe it, but it was clear that we needed all the safeguards we could against fraction.
As we neared the end of our first turbulent decade, things started to calm down. The Station, formerly a dull human research facility, became more and more personalized to our more flamboyant and individualistic tastes. Parts of it changed, others became... friendlier. Over the years, things became.. comfortable. Even I could relax a bit as our civilization started to settle. 16 years, and quite a bit of hope.
Ah! What do you know. I talk about the religious factions and they call me down to discuss something or other.
This was the settling of our civilization as we know it.
The next recording will be the tragedy that shook us to the very core of the station, as well as the events leading up to it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:00 pm
Historical Entry 3
May, 1AT
Authored by: Supreme Commander Shoi
Title: The Tragedy
Summary: When the Lightside Clefairys lost their old king and their new heir took the throne, their policies changed. They declared a holy war against the Aeterreons, calling them demons. This culminated in a shocking raid of lightsiders, weilding darksider technology, on the breeder complexes in the field. Though repelled by the breeders themselves and the more combat oriented aeterreons, they managed to set off a sonic bomb that caused a few Aeterreons to go crazy and do untold damage to the station and its inhabitants. They were contained, but the damage was done. This led to the mass (yet discrete) abductions of Eevees and related evolutions from GUILE stockpiles such as the Eon Laboratory in a far off Archiapelago and from other organizations of legitimate and questionable repute.
O... Kay. This isn't a happy part of our history.
We were doing pretty well as a civilization up until 5 years ago. Our lifespans seem to be pretty long, so we had already gone through a few generations of breeder eevees.
The leaders of the clefairys, King Ginimede and President Oligan were getting old and thinking a lot about sucession. The Darksider heir, Alven, was chosen democratically and had proven himself multiple times. I approved: he seemed a spunky but serious sort.
The Lightsider heir, Prince Soracel, on the other paw...
Well. He was a spoiled little princeling who had about as much resemblance to his father as a Sandshrew to an Altaria. I'm not as sensitive as some, but on my diplomatic trips to the Lightside, even I could tell that the thoughts brewing in that one's mind were bad news.
But King Ginimede, who was usually reasonable, wouldn't listen to this one bit of reason. He loved Soracel dearly, and though his daughter Hira would have been a better choice, tradition dictated that he pick his son.
I hate tradition.
It was a sad day when King Ginimede died. I had liked the old sot. He loved to drink berry wine and feast, and was always generous and gracious. Not my thing, but I could appreciate it with the kind of company he provided. Fun guy.
I was there at Soracel's crowning. I could sense the storm brewing around me, so it wasn't such a grand occasion for me as for the lightsiders. It was so uncomfortable that we- my delegation and I- left as soon as politely possible.
I don't think anybody could have forseen the sheer volume of trouble and backsliding that that snot nosed prince would put into action.
Well maybe the Philosopher, but hes got zubats in his belfry if you know what I mean and nobody would have understood a damn word he said anyway.
It didn't take long for King Soracel to declare war on the Darksiders, reawakening old grudges and rivalries and generations-long trials and suffering. The Darksiders, for their part, tried to talk him down, but that did absolutely F*** all. They had to hunker down for their war.
We spoke out against it, of course. Peace was a damn nice thing. We even had had a series of trade routes going on, importing foodstuffs and raw materials and exporting interesting finished products (as well as hydroponic berries). It was really really nice, damn it.
War throws mankey wrenches into trade, so we tried to act as mediators.
All that did was piss King Soracel off. I don't think he much liked us to start with. He declared us 'demons sent from hell to corrupt us' or something stupid like that. And then proceeded to declare holy war on us. I have no idea how, but he got the rest of lightside to follow him in that declaration.
Maybe he had them scared s***less of his royal army, or maybe they just needed a reason to hate us, or maybe they just like to follow orders... or something.
Either way, we ended up in a miserable haul of a war. The Station itself was fairly unassailable, but we couldn't leave our friends in Darkside without assistance.
We aided them, but we thought ourselves safe.
Holy f*** could we be more wrong.
Clearly, King Soracel had been stealing lots of technology from the more advanced Darkside, and clearly the Darksiders had made contingency plans just in case they had to fight us. Also clear: they didn't have them properly guarded.
A lightsider strike crew managed to get on board through a side vent near the Field, using Psy-jammers to remain undetected.
They intended to strike us where they thought we would be most vulnerable: our breeders. They hit the Caretakers first. The poor bastards were taken by surprise and they weren't trained for battle, so they fell fast... not before their mental anguish telepathically jolted us into surprised action...
And summoned the breeders to their aid.
The Lightsiders were wrong in their assessment: the breeders were vulnerable, yes. But many were trained to at least be able to battle on a reasonable level, and some were pretty strong. And their kits were threatened. Our kits.
The various eeveelutions in the Field tore apart the Lightsiders, holding them off until we could rush in and reinforce them.
The last one probably thought he was a martyr when he raised that grenade above his head with a triumphant sneer before we brought him down.
It was an explosion of sound that flattened our ears against our heads with a single, ringing, painful note. But it wasn't in our ears. We could feel it in our heads as well, ringing against our psychic defenses like a drill. Fortunately, most of us could handle it, though we were sick for a while after. The Espeons, too, managed to handle it, pushing it away with their greater psychic power.
But, for a few Aeterreons, it broke through, and their screams as it scrambled their minds and drove them mad will linger in my dreams.
The maddened ones started rampaging, throwing their telekinesis about with reckless pained abandon, firing on their own with their weapons. The poor bastards killed so many before we were able to restrain them. Despite what we did and have done, we are not killers. We tossed them in a self-sustaining storeage pod and sent them into orbit around the station, in the hopes that we could find out what to do about them.
We still haven't. They're still out there.
We had to leave them though. We had immediate problems. Structural difficulties from the attack, reapair of Darkside-Aeterreon Relations (and some way of preventing them from making that technology ever), Destruction of the files that the Lightsiders had on that technology...
But most importantly, we had lost too many of the breeders to the attack. We needed to get more, a lot more, and fast.
Some of the databases had been affected by the 'Screaming note' as we came to call it, but we had enough to find a bunch of places where we could grab eevees and eeveelutions from. GUILE still did experiments on Eevees, and we could grab from their facilities. Team rocket, Cipher, Snagem, Mr Pokemon's research lab, places like that. We took who we could where we could. Sometimes we even got them through CHARITABLE methods, like saving an entire island facility's worth of Eeveelutions from a massive storm that washed the islands clean.
And we began to recover.
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DraconicFeline Vice Captain
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