03-06-2011, 11:40 AM
At the moment, I have little time for Discovery, as exams are coming up. However, recently I've been having some thoughts regarding an idea for a faction, and as I did a little research into the feasibility of its existence I found that it would make more and more sense. I'll be constructing this faction sheet over the course of many weeks, possibly months. Or it could be days, but that's unlikely, unless I find myself with a lot of free time on one day.
All are free to post comments and opinions regarding the idea in this thread at any time during its creation. I'll announce any updates to this first post.
You may or may not notice, but this idea has been based on Italian fascism, using ideas such as "mare nostrum". It's like this on purpose. So, without further adieu (another note, pretty formatting and fonts and colours will come later, because right now I just want the information):
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05.10.817A.S. - Planet Malta - 00:02a.m.
'Senor Moretti, Senor Moretti, you have to hear this!' The young man barged through the flimsy wooden door, very nearly knocking it from its hinges. Moretti groaned in his bed, under the sheet. Morning already? He opened his eyes, taking a glance at the window. The curtains, ripped pieces of cloth hung lazily over the opening in the stone wall, were still drawn. It was still dark outside.
He glanced at the man, who was now tapping him on the shoulder with increasing urgency. Moretti saw him around the compound often, mostly carrying equipment. Pablo could've been his name. Something stereotypical for Outcasts of Spanish ancestry.
'Pablo,' he took the chance of being wrong, 'what is it? What time is it?' He moved his hands up to his eyes to wipe away what felt like barnacles. Sleepy dust. He groaned as he lifted himself out of his sleeping position.
'Midnight Senor. There's something coming over the radio, broadcasting all across Malta. You'll want to hear it.'
All are free to post comments and opinions regarding the idea in this thread at any time during its creation. I'll announce any updates to this first post.
You may or may not notice, but this idea has been based on Italian fascism, using ideas such as "mare nostrum". It's like this on purpose. So, without further adieu (another note, pretty formatting and fonts and colours will come later, because right now I just want the information):
Crude flag concept (My thanks to Jack Aubrey for replacing the other one)
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05.10.817A.S. - Planet Malta - 00:02a.m.
'Senor Moretti, Senor Moretti, you have to hear this!' The young man barged through the flimsy wooden door, very nearly knocking it from its hinges. Moretti groaned in his bed, under the sheet. Morning already? He opened his eyes, taking a glance at the window. The curtains, ripped pieces of cloth hung lazily over the opening in the stone wall, were still drawn. It was still dark outside.
He glanced at the man, who was now tapping him on the shoulder with increasing urgency. Moretti saw him around the compound often, mostly carrying equipment. Pablo could've been his name. Something stereotypical for Outcasts of Spanish ancestry.
'Pablo,' he took the chance of being wrong, 'what is it? What time is it?' He moved his hands up to his eyes to wipe away what felt like barnacles. Sleepy dust. He groaned as he lifted himself out of his sleeping position.
'Midnight Senor. There's something coming over the radio, broadcasting all across Malta. You'll want to hear it.'