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>> Sakala: collective term referring to a two-planet system.
>> UNINHABITED:
>> Sakala B, terrestrial.
>> INHABITED:
>> Sakala C, terrestrial.
>> Sakala: collective term referring to a two-planet system.
>> UNINHABITED:
>> Sakala B, terrestrial.
>> INHABITED:
>> Sakala C, terrestrial.
Sakala C is unrealistically perfect.
The planet is a fun-size ball of rock and metal orbiting a main-sequence star. It has two moons, which is of no consequence since it's just dry enough that there are not all that many tides to affect. The gravity matches Earth standard almost perfectly, being maybe just a little lighter, but imperceptibly so at worst; the same with the temperature, which is maybe just a little cooler than Earth's, but not enough to have any significant effect. The atmosphere, too, is suspiciously breathable.
Geologically, Sakala is a world of plains and plateaus in about equal density. When the colonists arrived, the native wolf-like lupens were just starting to hunt themselves into extinction (raising interesting questions, but we'll come to those later). The colonists promptly shipped half of them off to Yelan and then slaughtered the rest themselves. Apparently lupen meat is delicious. Lupens are now a protected species on Yelan, and a damn nuisance too.
Speaking of populations, Sakala is home to six hundred and twenty million citizens, temporary residents and other miscellaneous lowlives, mostly gathered in one place: Sakala One. Or, as it's known, S1 – the only major city, and the only beach city, on the planet. It was known as Lallamanton until someone decided that wasn't trendy enough. Go figure. There are also colonists in Yorkmountain Basin, the capital of the municipality of the same name, which basically covers the rest of the planet. These colonists are simple farmers; people of the land; the common clay of the New West. That is, morons.
The proud morons and the upstanding hipsters of Sakala are protected by a shiny, dangerous and impressive flotilla sent from the Commonwealth and Territories of Kostemetsia, and that flotilla has an impressive attachment of some several dozen thousand marines and private security contractors in about equal parts. Collectively, the fleet and the myriad soldiers are known as DEFCOM, the Defence Command.
The Defence Command doesn't expect it will ever have to defend anything. Its power projection potential is obviously so large that no sane party would ever engage it.
The Defence Command is about to have the shock of its short life.