Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their respective owners. I claim no
ownership except for the name Serian and Seri, since my brother and I made
those up. I also would like to note that the puzzle was the idea of the
people who made the movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster to my best knowledge.
A/N: I can't find the name of the Leviathan's AI but I think its Beowulf. If it's not then tell me what it is. Also, I know nothing about cars. You'll see what I mean. And the one race is the one from that one game. No others or specific characters from that game though. Once again you'll see what I mean.
Contact . . .
After 2 weeks of getting settled, Dr. Masters begins to work on the "code". He has obtained a 5-acre plot of land on the coast of the Pacific Ocean near Seattle. On it there was a relatively large house made of brick and marble. He had a large computer system installed as well as an AI memory core containing "Arthur" his AI.
"Well, lets take a look at that code, Arthur," Masters said as he opened up the file. "Good God! No wonder they were having trouble! 135,000 Gigabytes is gonna take a while. Better call for pizza, Arthur." Masters then set to work cracking the code while Arthur ordered pizza and analyzed the code.
Over the next six weeks, Masters spent hundreds on pizza and coffee while working insanely on the code. He had become quite agitated as he worked on it. At the same time the UNSC cursed itself for not having him do the reintegration of advanced weaponry first since its third most dreaded dream, or nightmare, became reality; Sigma Octanus was lost. Masters was extremely angered and took his rage out on his Servants who worked in the mansion.
"God, Arthur," Masters began, " God Da-"
"Incoming message from the UNSC headquarters," Arthur said in the middle of Masters' sentence.
"Dr. Robert Masters, you are to begin the upgrade of UNSC weaponry, and other technologies. Secretary of Defense, Timothy Alstrom out." As he finishes Masters became enraged and threw the keyboard at the wall. It makes the images on the screen move showing strange depth that had been tested for any importance but been found negative.
"Hah, still use normal 3D rendering. Wait a second, 3d rendering that's it! A 3 dimensional algorithm!" Masters sat back down and began to type rapidly.
In the course of a week he had completely solved the puzzle and was now looking for a primer. After about two days of looking, he found it and applied it to the now cracked code. What he saw amazed him. Star charts of the galaxy, information on millions of different species from all six kingdoms and a few of multiple kingdoms, information on spatial anomalies, and a dozen different files filled the huge file. Masters was ecstatic for about 15 seconds before he received a message from Secretary of Defense Alstrom.
"Masters! You have failed to follow your direct command! You have not appeared at the facilities to show us those technologies and oversee the construction of . . . it." Alstrom scolded.
"You won't care in a few seconds. I have just done some thing that may have been more important than building a hundred 'its'."
"You mean?"
"Yes, I cracked the code and found the primer. It is incredible! I will transfer it to the rest of ONI immediately."
"No! Transfer it through hard disk or encrypt it. We can't allow that to fall into the wrong hands!"
"You're right, I am on my way!" Masters then deactivated the hologram communicator and encrypted the file with several different encryptions, then sent it to the ONI headquarters for himself when he arrived. He quickly wet his hair, combed it, changed into some blue jeans, and a white collared shirt and jogged to his car, an American made McClain jx-113 solar powered automobile. It took him about 30 minutes to get to the airport and buy the tickets to Washington DC. When he arrived, he made his way to the car rental station and rented a car. He finally arrived at the head quarters at 4:30, 4 and 1 half hour after he left.
"Here, it is! The code is broken," he told the other scientists, "it was the depth thing! It hinted that they were to fit together 3 dimensionally! The little holes on the top allowed it to be built up because they were mathematic equations! They allowed me to access the incredible wealth of knowledge!" Masters was overjoyed to tell them but they seemed less enthusiastic because a guy who was legally dead for 500 years out showed them.
"Dr. Masters, we're receiving a transmission from REACH. It's Secretary of Defense Alstrom. Bad new," a marine said to him. Dr. Masters walked over to the slip space communicator and was then immediately terrified.
"I repeat, REACH is under attack again! We've lost half the orbitals already! Contact the Serians and ask for help! We're not gonna make it otherwise. OH SH-" the communicator went dead.
"Oh my God. REACH, the fleet, ONI headquarters, the UN secretary-general, the presidents. Marine! Open a slip communication on maximum amplification to point 7211.652 by 5023.432 by 1431.244! It should reroute through an unknown method to an unknown location!" Masters yelled in a commanding voice.
Meanwhile on Seri . . .
Inside of a huge building that was well over 8 kilometers tall and took up 16 square km on the ground were several thousand people. Yet in a large hall with intricate paintings, and carvings, literature, and many other artistic pieces lining the walls, two men in very urbane dress were talking to each other.
"Yet, this new race is fighting the rebellion as well!" the first man pleaded. He was 6'8" tall, and had shave brown hair. He was wearing a uniform similar to that of US naval dress during the early 21st centaury yet with much more silver and gold..
"I realize this Abrith, yet they are far to basic to truly have a place in the Alliance," the second man responded coldly. He was 6'10", built slightly less than John. He had flowing silver hair and an unyielding look on his face. He was wearing a similar pair of clothing but his had a blood red cape, and a dozen different insignia and 40 different campaign badges on his uniform. He was also wearing a platinum coil on his left arm with an inscription reading "Coniugium Terrinix Anicrum Nyphona Adamo Ria Arimus Tecrius".
"You let the Arisans join! Why not them?" Abrith continued.
"I would thank you not to revert to denigration! That was an act of rage for with I shall eternal bemoan! That race of cretins shall deform our beautiful alliance. They did however have a tenacious attitude that served them well to be destroyed at the hands of the Protoss. Our diplomats and historians will forever hold me responsible for our current situation, which I am." The second man said.
"My liege, Terrin, please let these people join! They're your fathers project! A race of powerful warriors, brilliant scientists, and grand leaders! A man that had been frozen for 500 of their years, or 250 Amplus Aetas (Major Epoch or year) is capable of the frigate technology!" Abrith beseeched him.
"Really, then why do they need our help?" Terrin asked him.
"Because they have lost nearly all of their military and population. They're empire is dwindling! Ohh no! Terrin, it isn't really-"
"An empire? How large was it at its peak?" Terrin responded obviously interested.
"Almost 200 worlds, my liege. Yet they have only 5 habitable worlds left. One is Terra," he responded quietly.
"So my father did create a powerful race. I am surprised we allowed it to slip out of our control. Retched Protoss scum," Terrin remarked.
"Please sir, at least meet with them. I am sure your son would love to meet his grandfathers other legacy. He already knows you." Abrith smiled at Terrin.
"Yes, he would love to meet my namesake species. He does love his ancestry. At that time a man walked in. He bowed to Terrin and Abrith.
"Your Imperial Omnipotence, Emperor Terrinix Nyphona, Magistrate Abrith-"
"Get on with it! What have you to say General?" Terrin yelled.
"I apologize but the species from what they call Earth is sending out an open distress call!"
"The fools! Didn't they read the instructions to send a distress call? Now the Protoss and Asbirnath will be on them like zealots on a battlefield! Send a full battalion! They may be a useful tool against these rebels! Hurry, hurry!" Terrin commanded.
"Yes, sir!" The General saluted and exited briskly
"Is that the real reason, Terrin?" Abrith asked.
"Partially, my friend, partially." Terrin grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what did you think? Short I know. I needed to get this out soon though. It isn't really a Star Craft crossover, just using the Protoss because they represent everything Terrin (or Terrinix) despises. No Zerg or Xel'Naga. Also, I read somewhere there where books on them. If you could please email me the name and/or author of these books, if they exist, I would be very grateful.
A/N: I can't find the name of the Leviathan's AI but I think its Beowulf. If it's not then tell me what it is. Also, I know nothing about cars. You'll see what I mean. And the one race is the one from that one game. No others or specific characters from that game though. Once again you'll see what I mean.
Contact . . .
After 2 weeks of getting settled, Dr. Masters begins to work on the "code". He has obtained a 5-acre plot of land on the coast of the Pacific Ocean near Seattle. On it there was a relatively large house made of brick and marble. He had a large computer system installed as well as an AI memory core containing "Arthur" his AI.
"Well, lets take a look at that code, Arthur," Masters said as he opened up the file. "Good God! No wonder they were having trouble! 135,000 Gigabytes is gonna take a while. Better call for pizza, Arthur." Masters then set to work cracking the code while Arthur ordered pizza and analyzed the code.
Over the next six weeks, Masters spent hundreds on pizza and coffee while working insanely on the code. He had become quite agitated as he worked on it. At the same time the UNSC cursed itself for not having him do the reintegration of advanced weaponry first since its third most dreaded dream, or nightmare, became reality; Sigma Octanus was lost. Masters was extremely angered and took his rage out on his Servants who worked in the mansion.
"God, Arthur," Masters began, " God Da-"
"Incoming message from the UNSC headquarters," Arthur said in the middle of Masters' sentence.
"Dr. Robert Masters, you are to begin the upgrade of UNSC weaponry, and other technologies. Secretary of Defense, Timothy Alstrom out." As he finishes Masters became enraged and threw the keyboard at the wall. It makes the images on the screen move showing strange depth that had been tested for any importance but been found negative.
"Hah, still use normal 3D rendering. Wait a second, 3d rendering that's it! A 3 dimensional algorithm!" Masters sat back down and began to type rapidly.
In the course of a week he had completely solved the puzzle and was now looking for a primer. After about two days of looking, he found it and applied it to the now cracked code. What he saw amazed him. Star charts of the galaxy, information on millions of different species from all six kingdoms and a few of multiple kingdoms, information on spatial anomalies, and a dozen different files filled the huge file. Masters was ecstatic for about 15 seconds before he received a message from Secretary of Defense Alstrom.
"Masters! You have failed to follow your direct command! You have not appeared at the facilities to show us those technologies and oversee the construction of . . . it." Alstrom scolded.
"You won't care in a few seconds. I have just done some thing that may have been more important than building a hundred 'its'."
"You mean?"
"Yes, I cracked the code and found the primer. It is incredible! I will transfer it to the rest of ONI immediately."
"No! Transfer it through hard disk or encrypt it. We can't allow that to fall into the wrong hands!"
"You're right, I am on my way!" Masters then deactivated the hologram communicator and encrypted the file with several different encryptions, then sent it to the ONI headquarters for himself when he arrived. He quickly wet his hair, combed it, changed into some blue jeans, and a white collared shirt and jogged to his car, an American made McClain jx-113 solar powered automobile. It took him about 30 minutes to get to the airport and buy the tickets to Washington DC. When he arrived, he made his way to the car rental station and rented a car. He finally arrived at the head quarters at 4:30, 4 and 1 half hour after he left.
"Here, it is! The code is broken," he told the other scientists, "it was the depth thing! It hinted that they were to fit together 3 dimensionally! The little holes on the top allowed it to be built up because they were mathematic equations! They allowed me to access the incredible wealth of knowledge!" Masters was overjoyed to tell them but they seemed less enthusiastic because a guy who was legally dead for 500 years out showed them.
"Dr. Masters, we're receiving a transmission from REACH. It's Secretary of Defense Alstrom. Bad new," a marine said to him. Dr. Masters walked over to the slip space communicator and was then immediately terrified.
"I repeat, REACH is under attack again! We've lost half the orbitals already! Contact the Serians and ask for help! We're not gonna make it otherwise. OH SH-" the communicator went dead.
"Oh my God. REACH, the fleet, ONI headquarters, the UN secretary-general, the presidents. Marine! Open a slip communication on maximum amplification to point 7211.652 by 5023.432 by 1431.244! It should reroute through an unknown method to an unknown location!" Masters yelled in a commanding voice.
Meanwhile on Seri . . .
Inside of a huge building that was well over 8 kilometers tall and took up 16 square km on the ground were several thousand people. Yet in a large hall with intricate paintings, and carvings, literature, and many other artistic pieces lining the walls, two men in very urbane dress were talking to each other.
"Yet, this new race is fighting the rebellion as well!" the first man pleaded. He was 6'8" tall, and had shave brown hair. He was wearing a uniform similar to that of US naval dress during the early 21st centaury yet with much more silver and gold..
"I realize this Abrith, yet they are far to basic to truly have a place in the Alliance," the second man responded coldly. He was 6'10", built slightly less than John. He had flowing silver hair and an unyielding look on his face. He was wearing a similar pair of clothing but his had a blood red cape, and a dozen different insignia and 40 different campaign badges on his uniform. He was also wearing a platinum coil on his left arm with an inscription reading "Coniugium Terrinix Anicrum Nyphona Adamo Ria Arimus Tecrius".
"You let the Arisans join! Why not them?" Abrith continued.
"I would thank you not to revert to denigration! That was an act of rage for with I shall eternal bemoan! That race of cretins shall deform our beautiful alliance. They did however have a tenacious attitude that served them well to be destroyed at the hands of the Protoss. Our diplomats and historians will forever hold me responsible for our current situation, which I am." The second man said.
"My liege, Terrin, please let these people join! They're your fathers project! A race of powerful warriors, brilliant scientists, and grand leaders! A man that had been frozen for 500 of their years, or 250 Amplus Aetas (Major Epoch or year) is capable of the frigate technology!" Abrith beseeched him.
"Really, then why do they need our help?" Terrin asked him.
"Because they have lost nearly all of their military and population. They're empire is dwindling! Ohh no! Terrin, it isn't really-"
"An empire? How large was it at its peak?" Terrin responded obviously interested.
"Almost 200 worlds, my liege. Yet they have only 5 habitable worlds left. One is Terra," he responded quietly.
"So my father did create a powerful race. I am surprised we allowed it to slip out of our control. Retched Protoss scum," Terrin remarked.
"Please sir, at least meet with them. I am sure your son would love to meet his grandfathers other legacy. He already knows you." Abrith smiled at Terrin.
"Yes, he would love to meet my namesake species. He does love his ancestry. At that time a man walked in. He bowed to Terrin and Abrith.
"Your Imperial Omnipotence, Emperor Terrinix Nyphona, Magistrate Abrith-"
"Get on with it! What have you to say General?" Terrin yelled.
"I apologize but the species from what they call Earth is sending out an open distress call!"
"The fools! Didn't they read the instructions to send a distress call? Now the Protoss and Asbirnath will be on them like zealots on a battlefield! Send a full battalion! They may be a useful tool against these rebels! Hurry, hurry!" Terrin commanded.
"Yes, sir!" The General saluted and exited briskly
"Is that the real reason, Terrin?" Abrith asked.
"Partially, my friend, partially." Terrin grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what did you think? Short I know. I needed to get this out soon though. It isn't really a Star Craft crossover, just using the Protoss because they represent everything Terrin (or Terrinix) despises. No Zerg or Xel'Naga. Also, I read somewhere there where books on them. If you could please email me the name and/or author of these books, if they exist, I would be very grateful.