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[Closed](ATTN Latica)Victory in the Stars

Postby Pageon » Mon Apr 20, 2015 8:56 am

Galactic Expansion Age:642
The universe has seen tumultuous times in recent years, many civilisations have risen and some have been subsumed or even annihilated, some from even the records of the largest of databases. In these times the Human Ascendancy has gained steady ground annihilating new civilizations they encounter that they believe unworthy of joining their empire, or subsuming those they do into their populace. On the other end of galactic politics the United Coalition of Species has been fighting a desperate war against a menace that has plagued them for many years now, inexorably advancing towards their innermost worlds, devastating what was once the periphery. And then there are the peoples of the Renegade Systems, a loose alliance of pirates, marauders and smugglers who have either the idiocy or the cunning to challenge the navies of the greatest civilizations. All three of these civilizations are dominated by a single uniting genome, a common ancestry that was more luck of the dice then anything else, even though they are not united in the least.

And then there are the truly alien civilizations, the Chitin the enemies of the Human Ascendancy, an insectoid race using more living ships then anything else, having forced the Human Ascendancy into a Cold war, a mutual military build up that is ready to ignite at any moment. They hold a small but relatively largely populated subsect of worlds, but one equally as small but less populated are the Zelon, an amphibian race more interested in peaceful contact and negotiations then the military build up of its neighbor the Human Ascendancy, though they would attribute their survival to their skilled diplomats, the true reason is that Ocean worlds are less desirable to the Human Ascendancy and they pose no threat to their dominion.

On the other end however are the menace that threatens the United Coalition of Species, a Mechanical armada that inexorably advances stealing the resources of every world they crush under their metal tread, continually expanding forcing the United Coalition into acts of further barbarity to stall their advance. The battle lines are bloody, and to retreat is to die and be consumed and turned into resources these seemingly terraformers can use in the pursuit of whatever their goals may be.

The Renegade Systems have few friendly neighbors but one such are the Vrilick they are scavengers, and still have strong their connections to their traditions, living more in-tune with nature then most other races. They rely on the salvaged technology of past battles and what the Renegade systems are willing to sell them, when they aren't plundering from them. But the Triumvirate, named for the three species that dominate this civilization, in a way is the only faction more concerned with economically and political infighting then the wars and machinations of other civilizations, they have connections and trade routes to all the current powers and have been able to gain strong economic influence over core systems between the major galactic players, but have become mistrusted for their dealings with the Renegade systems however no one has dared to act so far due to their economic hegemony.

The galaxy is constantly shifting and these are the stories of those three major powers, the Renegade Systems, the Human Ascendancy and the United Coalition of Species.
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Notable for large advances in technology, and a military with numerous autonomous weapons and drones. The nation is led by Emperor Callum Carmichael and his Arch-Lectors. The nation worships a Pantheon of Gods led by the warrior God Allenstag. The populace of Pageon are highly educated and due to intelligent investments by the government the economy is currently running a surplus, although civil liberties were curbed to aid in this. The people are extremely apathetic and the elected portion of the government is filled mainly by merit over popularity. Pageon's closest ally is Greater Latica despite the divide between economic principles their cultures are similar enough that their populations are able to mix with surprising ease.

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Postby Greater Latica » Mon Apr 20, 2015 4:31 pm

8th Quadrember GEA: 642 UCoS standard calendar

Signs of battle marred the massive chemical factory, one side was now completely open to the elements and the skylight roof had been completely ripped open by shell fire. The colossal steel pipes that once ferried petrochemicals from the refinery lay collapsed and rusted, the light from the twisted roof casting elongated shadows across the floor. It was through these ruins that Sebastian now stalked, his rifle gripped firmly, sling drawn tight across his shoulders. A gentle breeze blew through the factory drawing in a grey-white dust, which a casual observer could easily mistake for snow. Sebastian knew otherwise, a veteran, that it certainly wasn’t snow, it was the result of the Coalition Army’s and the Ohm’s liberal attitudes to the use of weapons of mass destruction. The dust itself was a result of Ohm chemical gas weapons, but was now largely harmless. The wind had blown it inside the factory and a faint dusting had covered most of the surfaces. His dark brown uniform contrasted strongly with the light grey dust, as did his black leather boots, gloves and belt.

Sebastian glanced behind himself, watching as the rest of his section cautiously made their way through the rubble strewn building. More of the dust was drifting down from the ceiling and settling in the footprints he’d left behind him. He crept closer and closer to the opened wall, taking cover against a broken shard of wall. He scanned the clearing with his rifle, taking note of his surroundings. In the yard lay a diesel locomotive, its stab lights still flickering dimly, like a dust covered guardian standing sentinel at its post. In front of him was another building of the industrial compound, this too showed the signs and scars of battle, all of the window panes were cracked and a broken gas main spurted a small jet of flame into the air. Between Sebastian and the building lay the yard, filled with corpses, coalition bodies lay intermingled with machines too twisted and damaged for recycling. Rifles and equipment lay strewn across the remnants of the battlefield, all of it covered in the thick grey dust.

Just a couple of days ago there had been a dramatic battle here, the Ohm’s war droids were determined to cut of the supply of petrochemical fuels refined at this factory, in an attempt to cripple the Coalition’s war effort on this planet. They had succeeded, the factory was just a shadow of its former self. An entire battalion had been killed to a man defending the factory, but the machines had just over powered them, and all the coalition had to show for it was an increased body count. Sebastian’s section had been cut off when the factory fell to the machines, they’d been deployed forwards to protect the artillery fire coordinators, but they had been withdrawn when the factory came under attack. The battle had concluded by the time they had arrived.

Confident it was clear Sebastian and his section prepared to cross the works yard, moving into position slowly, rifles raised. The unit moved one by one from one building to the other, each adopting a low hunched run, cradling their weapons in their arms close to their chests. He watched them cross, his second in command, Alyx, crossed first, like Sebastian, she was a veteran of half a dozen battlefields, and her face showed it. A pair of deep scars divided her face, and the end of the nose was missing, her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, the only obvious indicator of her gender. Her fire team followed her out, whilst Sebastian’s laid in wait, providing cover. Once Alyx’s fire team had crossed, the yard Sebastian’s followed her lead. They were led by his grenadier, his bright blue skin indicating that he was a Copperite.

Now in the opposite building, Sebastian approached his 2IC, “Lance Corporal, how much further?”
“It can’t be far, Corporal, their jammer is interfering with my Auger scanner,” she replied, fumbling at her leg pocket for her map, “It’s not far now, we’ve just got to get through this building and the tower is in the middle of that work yard.”
“Good, Let us keep moving, the last thing we need now is to be caught.” He waved for the unit to keep moving. Now they were in the area previously occupied by the coalition army, the ferocious nature of the battle was plainly clear. Mortars were stationed in the centre of the room, the gunners dead at their posts. The melted remnants of heavy machine gun nests were on the upper levels and the corpses of soldiers lay strewn about like a child’s discarded toys.

Alyx turned over one of the bodies, a burnt hole the size of a melon was in its chest. Looking disdainfully at the body she spoke, “The only difference between us and them is that we’re useless after we die.”
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Postby Cheye » Mon Apr 20, 2015 5:43 pm

Above Jisaria, the Redemos System, Renegade Space – 07/04/642(GEA)

The ship was both sleek and imposing, it’s charcoal hull dashed in parts with crimson contrasted brightly with the greenish-blue colours of the world below. Debris littered space around the ship, debris which upon closer examination was evidently freshly formed. A large ball of scrap metal hurtled towards the ominous frigate from directly in front of the ship, the metal began to heat up as it passed through the invisible shields that surrounded the vessel and took on a yellow before being cleaved in two by the enormous ramming blade that dominated the bow of the ship. As the newly-split wreckage spiralled away, the ship silently pressed on slowly, creeping across the scrap yard in which it was situated.

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“Captain Fenn, we’re being hailed by an incoming shuttle sir.” A technician shouted, on board the bridge of The Godless.
“Aha that’ll be the negotiators.” The Captain, a tall human male with greying hair replied from his command chair in the centre of the bridge.
“You’re right, their communication confirms the presence of two senior Jisari political leaders on board, along with a translation droid.” A Vrilick technician added, turning from a console tucked into the left-hand side of the bridge.
“Invite them to come aboard, it’s time to parlay.” The Captain ordered, adding a sinister laugh.

The small and bulbous green shuttle appeared as a small dot in the distance and drifted across the large observation port at the fore-end of the bridge. Eight minutes passed before the shuttle completed its docking with the larger pirate vessel, aligning itself underneath the frigate before entering the hanger from below. The ship’s Quartermaster, a human by the name of Charles Quinn stood, wearing a long black trench coat and holding a large sword with an ornate hand-guard in his right hand and a laser-pistol with a flick-bayonet attached in his left. Behind him a line of crewmen, holding an assortment of laser, kinetic and gauss rifles stood with their weapons pointed at the shuttle which now vented steam into the hangar from its cooling system in front of them.

After a long moment the shuttle’s airlock doors opened and a ramp descended from the side of the pod. Two Jisar emerged, their hammerhead shaped faces expressing what looked like immense fear as they descended the ramp and came to a stop facing Quartermaster Quinn.

There was a long silence. “Who the fuck are you then?” Quinn asked, lifting his sword up to rest it on his shoulder. Examining them, it was clear they were unarmed civilians. The two aliens turned back and made some ineligible noises that sounded like saliva sloshing around a closed mouth and very hastily a small robot clambered down the ramp. The droid was a rather simple one, a small metal sphere complete with control node, antennae and ‘eye’ screen welded onto spider-like legs. It beeped emphatically at the Jisar who now turned back to face Quinn and began to speak in their strange alien language once more.

After a short moment the droid spoke in a cold metallic male voice; “I am Second Consul P’ish Pavvfor of the Jisari Supreme Republic. I am here to present my companion, his supreme eminence, Welko Er’rir, elected First Consul for life of the Ishari Supreme Republic to your leader for peace talks. We are glad you have agreed to allow us this privilege after destroying our space habitation pods and for that crime the First Consul will demand atonement. But human, his gripe is not with you… It is with your leader, please take us to him.” The droid finished.
Quinn nodded. “Right this way… Your eminences.” He added with a smile and quickly turned away, he gestured to his men and they stood down, as Quinn led the Jisar and their translator from the hangar most of the men followed behind, leaving only one to guard the Jisar ship.

The group walked down a long corridor, passing a few busy crewmen along the way. Eventually they reached a doorway.
“The Captain is through here, he will negotiate with your First Consul alone. He has his own droid that will do your robot’s job.” Quinn barked. The two Jisar had a brief conversation which the droid did not translate before Consul Er’rir stepped forward and Quinn hit the button on the door controls to let him through. The door snapped shut behind him and he let out a panicked stream of words in Jisari as he found the small room lit only by a flashing red overhead light.

There was a static noise in the room before a voice spoke through the ship’s intercom. “Ah you must be the famous Welko Er’rir, unifier of the Jisari people and life Consul of the Supreme Republic.” The voice, that of Captain Fenn stated indignantly. The First Consul replied with more alien-speak. There was a pause as it was obviously translated to the Captain. “No, no, this is no game Welko. I wouldn’t have destroyed all of those habitation units for fun now would I? What do you take me for, a psychopath!?” Welko replied in Jisari, this time loudly and waving his arms angrily. “Yes I know that’s what you came here for... I have ears all over my ship; but if you think that I’m atoning for anything you’re going to be disappointed.”

There was angrier gesturing and Jisari gargling until the First Consul turned and banged on the metal door behind him. “No… I don’t suppose you would have ever suffered such indignity before. But then again, you’ve always had it easy.” Fenn teased. Welko stopped and appeared to look up, questioning the intercom in Jisari. “Oh yes. I’ve done my homework. I know how you exploited the pacifism of your people to win power. See, a civilisation of pacifists is bound to end up paralysed when it comes up against anyone who can use violence to get their own way. And you did, it was easy after all; with your family’s wealth. Textbook fear tactics by the way, I bet once the bodies started piling up the people were throwing themselves at you. Apart from the resistance of course…”

On the other side of the door, Quinn pressed a button and some metal on each side slid away revealing a thick clear window through which the two Jisari could see each other. It was evident from P’ish Pavvfor’s expression that those outside could also hear the voice on the intercom.
Welko Er'rir:
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It continued; “…Of course, your biggest mistake was exiling them to the desert wastes of Redemos. But then, how could you know that we’d turn up and find them! Hah! What poor fortune. They told us all about you, their pacifism faded when the need to survive out there became too great. Many of them went mad… All because of you Welko! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!” The Captain yelled and Welko quivered. “And now we get to the best part, because all you’ve done is surround yourself with Jisari too afraid to question you. And that puts our position, as the liberators of your backwards little society in jeopardy. See if there was someone nice in charge, we could do a deal, but someone like you Welko, someone who’s known what absolute power tastes like? No, you’ll never give it up.”

The trapped First Consul stamped his foot in protestation and yelled something defiantly into the air. “THERE WE GO!” The Captain yelled back “The tin-pot dictator throws his toys out of the pram…Boring! I’ve heard that one before!” There was a pause and Welko banged his fist on the window separating him and P’ish. “You understand Welko, when people are ruled through fear, they end up understanding nothing BUT fear. And that means if your people are going to co-operate with me, I have to make an example out of you…” Welko shook his head desperately and began to splutter something in Jisari. The Captain merely laughed before stating “I hope you’ve enjoyed this little chat.”

The flickering red light went out suddenly and Welko audibly screamed. P’ish banged on the other side of the window but all Welko could hear was a robotic female voice…

"Airlock doors opening.

On the bridge only 20 minutes later, Captain Fenn and the newly appointed Governor P’ish Pavvfor concluded their negotiations. Jisaria would now join the Renegade Systems as an industrial and cultural hub within the Redemos System. Defensive security and trade protections would be afforded to the ships of the Jisari, in return for the establishment of a Renegade garrison and fleet basing rights. The agreement itself had been written up by the Admiralty Board weeks ago, which showed how well P’ish negotiated, but Captain Fenn added one last clause; that P’ish use the story of the death of Welko Er’rir to keep the Jisar people in line. P’ish had agreed unreservedly.
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Postby Pageon » Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:47 pm

BS-3135 Star system, GEA 642 11th of Oppuli, Aboard Human Ascendacy Starship Valhalla

Rear-Admiral Williams, a 5'11" man with short cropped brown hair, brown eyes and set jaw, walked on to the bridge of the HAS Valhalla. The ship was still in the StellarStream, all known ships in the Universe used this secondary dimension incredibly close to the main dimension for travel. Distance was a meaningless factor in the StellarStream and the more energy a ship pumped out the less time it took for them to reach their destination. What could be seen on the main screen was a mass of blue colour constantly shifting. Some believed these were where the spirits of all those that died passed on to, others believed that was simply the physical laws of this dimension that caused such vivid patterns in the blue background, Williams did not care much himself. His job was to take command of the 17th Battlegroup Honour Bound, with his flag ship the Valhalla to continue the blockade of the Chitin systems. The 17th's position put them on the galactic map at the Second Detection line with the main blockade force including StellarStream disruptors one system back, the job of the two detection lines was to plot the course of any Chitin war fleets leaving their home systems and to alert the Blockadge force, giving them time to get into position to block any vessels attempting to leave the zone. There were three sectors of the blockade, each in charge of one third of the three dimensional sphere that consisted of Chitin Space.

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What could be seen in the system as the Valhalla exited the Stream was a large blue rip appear in the very fabric of the Universe, sensors on the ships of the Battlegroup pinged increased amounts of Veraus Radiation, the exotic energy packets given out from this sub-Universe that seemed to latch onto our own. The Valhalla was a Carrier Class command ship, it's main duty was to be a Command centre for Battlegroups and all the way up to Siege Fleets, A collection of a tens of Battlegroups. The fact that one of the few Titan Class ships ever constructed was sent to lead this Battlegroup was due to increased radio traffic coming from the Chitin systems, indicating a large expansion of their living Bio-Warships. While a suitably armed Ascendancy Battlegroup could easily take on an equal number of Chitin warships, the Chitin had sheer numbers on their side. The cost to assault them was far too great. And thus the current state of Cold War had been reached, it was theorized that had the Human Ascendancy moved faster then this state could have been avoided. Then again the heads of the military seemed to enjoy the current state of Intergalactic affairs, the constant expansion of the Fleets, more Credit was flowing into the Military's coffers and more discretionary powers along with it. It wouldn't be long before the Navy could start to dictate policy within the Human Ascendancy.

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But to the Rear Admiral this mattered little, his current assignment would be long and boring, if any enemy ships were to leave the Quarantine zone then the first detection line would report it, giving the second ample time to prepare for a more precise reading of their trajectory. This gave the Rear Admiral time to brush up on a recording he had been meaning to indulge himself in for a long time. The modern history of the Human Ascendancy.

The Human Ascendancy had started from one small blue Terrestrial world, now known as Goddess no one remembered the Original name of this world, but it was highly important to every Human, it was the home world of their species, and it was from this small beginning they had grown from. It didn't take too long after the Space Age occurred on Goddess for the discovery of the StellarStream to occur, in-fact it was the freak occurrence of a Stellar Rip that alerted them to its existence. At first the rip was feared, but later it was celebrated, for the rip allowed the scientists on the home world to learn the final pieces of the jig-saw to create a true working Faster Then Light or so to say Drive, the first ships to leave this small Blue Pearl in space where Colony ships, filled with all the technology and materials to build colonies on new worlds, and the reach of Humanity expanded quickly. But stopped suddenly, for while their immediate neighboring systems were empty of Intelligent life the ones slightly farther afield were teeming with it. On most a rudimentary intelligence was found, and at first the Human settlers tried peace and to uplift those they found. Extending the hand of friendship. But one each world they tried, they were cut down as the natives ransacked the advanced colonies, using their kindness against them. But conversely on the more advanced worlds, ones which had progressed to the Space Age were not over-looked, peaceful contact was made and sustained with these populations and many were taught the advantages of the StellarStream. But again this would come to be a mistake, for while the Human race had been giving out its knowledge it had forgone the building of a true Space based navy, believing that they would never need one. In GEA 124, this changed. The Space-Age species that were elevated to Space-faring banded together and attacked the outlying systems of humanity, killing the populations on them and taking the planets for their own. Humanity in its naivety sent diplomats, who were executed as they landed. Thus the Human Ascendancy was borne as the Militarist factions in the Human government of the time took power and elected one leader to guide them all, The first Emperor. He was an old General but he had proven himself on dozens of worlds. And he would prove that humanity was strong.

This was the beginning of what is now known as the Ascendancy Stellar Guard, built to defend each star system humanity had laid claim to. The technology that had been invented up till this point for peaceful purposes was redesigned and used to devastating effect on the upstart species. Human warships swept them out of the space they had occupied, but this was not to be the end, the Emperor was furious his calls for the eradication of all alien life was taken up by the majority of the populace, a people jaded by the actions of a few. And with this call the now Stellar Guard swept forward and scoured each world clear of alien life that had so far been discovered. It wouldn't be till GEA 256 and the son of the first Emperor till Aliens were brought under the Human Ascendancies banner as second class citizens. Given all the benefits of advanced space-faring life in exchange for their independence. Obviously some refused, and were dealt with harshly, the survivors that surrendered being accepted into society, the rest executed. It was during these times that the more moderate, and some would say alien loving, humans broke off from the Human Ascendancy and left for what was described at the time as Wild Space. It is believed that these people became a part of the group now known as the Renegade Systems, while this can not be proven they are still believed by the wider populace.

Suddenly alarms blared on the Bridge, a message had arrived with utmost importance, the Chitin Warfleet had been detected and it had left heading into their zone of influence. Officers rushed around the deck Ensigns checking readings and preparing all of the advanced detection software and hardware available to the ship. The main fleet would need as much intelligence on the Fleet as they could get. And the Valhalla would do its utmost to supply it.
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Notable for large advances in technology, and a military with numerous autonomous weapons and drones. The nation is led by Emperor Callum Carmichael and his Arch-Lectors. The nation worships a Pantheon of Gods led by the warrior God Allenstag. The populace of Pageon are highly educated and due to intelligent investments by the government the economy is currently running a surplus, although civil liberties were curbed to aid in this. The people are extremely apathetic and the elected portion of the government is filled mainly by merit over popularity. Pageon's closest ally is Greater Latica despite the divide between economic principles their cultures are similar enough that their populations are able to mix with surprising ease.

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Postby Cheye » Tue Apr 21, 2015 6:38 pm

Jisaria, the Redemos System, Renegade Space – 11/04/642(GEA)

Within the grand and spacious palace of the Jisari High Consulate, the new Governor, who had also taken the title of First Consul, P’ish Pavvfor was hosting the crew of The Godless. The crew were treated like princes, given vast rooms within the palace, entertained with exotic Jisari carnival troupes and musicians and were treated to fine Jisari foods that were fit for non-Jisar consumption.

Captain Fenn had been given an impressive penthouse at the top of the palace, to use for as long as he needed and he had some of the ship’s technicians install a computer with holo-transmitter in the room adjacent. It was using this technology that he now spoke with three members of the Admiralty Board, whose 3D likenesses were projected into the room around him, in near-perfect colouration, mired only slightly by static.

The Admiral directly in front of him was a Tura, a veteran of many battles, he had turned pirate after being hounded out of the Triumvirate military for corruption allegations. It was this Admiral who now spoke. “…We couldn’t be happier in fact, you have managed to do with one ship what others would fail to achieve with an entire invasion fleet!”

“Thank you Admiral Yutarian, although I’m sure many others would have been able to do the same.” The Captain replied, nodding his head respectfully.

“Not as quickly. Not as efficiently. For that you have our gratitude.” The Tura replied.

There was a pause. “I don’t mean to be rude, Admiral, but my men didn’t do this just for gratitude…” The Captain said, glancing away.
“No they certainly did not!” A Vrilick admiral whose projection stood to Fenn’s right let out enthusiastically. “They’ll want paying, and they’ll deserve it!” The Admiral added laughing playfully.

“Admiral Ohnaka is right, you’ll receive full payment in a few hours, to distribute among your men as you see fit.” Admiral Yutarian reassured. “Oh one more thing Captain, we’re sending a small Enforcer fleet out to take over from you, they’ll be with you in a couple of days shortly and will handle any pockets of resistance that might happen to spring up.”

“That’s good to know. Although I doubt there’ll be any trouble on this end.” The Captain nodded thoughtfully and placed his hands behind his back.

“There are no other assignments concerning Jisaria or indeed the Redemos System at this time Captain. We’ll contact you if anything comes up. In the meantime, feel free to do as you like, but remember to inform the Board if you intend to travel through the StellarStream.” A third Admiral, this one a relatively young human female, whose image was projected off to the left of Fenn added.

“Thank you Admiral Keenstra, but I don’t need reminding of the basic protocols and rules.” Captain Fenn smirked, turning to face her projection.

“Well there have been a few… incidents… recently which we’d care not to repeat.” She replied, her face stern.

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Admirals Jane Keenstra, Clydus Yutarian & Hondo Ohnaka - Three members of the Admiralty Board, the
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Fenn looked at each of the Admirals in turn before the Vrilick, Admiral Ohnaka elaborated. “You’re aware of the rivalry between Captains Thorne and Jazarr, yes?” Fenn nodded. “Well… Their ships may have happened to have both exited the StellarStream at the same time over Vularia, and the good Captains decided to promptly engage each other rather than deliver their cargos.”

“Needless to say, the incident put a dent in our profits, lost us a skilled Captain and an even better crew.” Admiral Yutarian summarised.

“Who won though?” Fenn asked, he smiled as he thought over the story.

“Obviously, Jazarr, the woman’s unstoppable.” Keenstra answered.

“No surprises there then.” Fenn grinned. “Thorne had it coming!”

“Quite.” Admiral Yutarian said sternly. “But needless to say, the Board will be more firmly enforcing the rules concerning travel between systems. If we know who’s travelling what and where, things will run much more efficiently.”

“Very good Admiral. Will that be all?” Fenn asked, nodding respectfully to Yutarian.

“Nothing more for now, Captain.” Yutarian nodded in reply, as one by one, the projections of the Admirals fizzled out.

Captain Fenn allowed his posture to relax and walked slowly out of the room into the main lounge area of his penthouse. From the window, he had a spectacular view of the swampy landscape that filled the horizon. He walked over to it and looked out, he ran a finger through his receding grey hair and began to think about how long he wanted to stay on Jisaria. He resolved to stay at least until the reinforcements arrived, after all, his men were enjoying the luxurious treatment at the palace and he didn’t want to tear them away from it unnecessarily.

After some time pondering, he decided that they’d stay a few more days and then make for the Vularian passage. There they’d hunt for merchant ships and take a prize. Fenn resolved that he now had to take a prize of his own; he didn’t want to be seen to be too in the pocket of the Admirals in the eyes of his crew and since coming to the Redemos System they’d done nothing but carry out Admiralty Board work.

Yes. He thought, walking over and taking a seat on the distinctively alien sofa in the middle of the room. They’d take a nice prize en route to Vularia and then take some much needed shore-leave on the city world. Smiling to himself about the apparent simplicity of the days ahead, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before he entered a deep sleep.
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Postby Greater Latica » Wed Apr 22, 2015 4:59 pm

The sun had started to set, marking the end of the planet’s eighteen hour day. The low placement of the sun caused the solar collection tower to cast a long shadow across the mirror field, through which two section were now crossing. Very few of the mirrors were still intact, the mirror field was where the last of the battalion had taken their stand. Shattered glass and warped metal were scattered over the cratered ground. The machines had been relentless in their assault, the ad hoc fortifications set up by the defenders obliterated, and a squadron of battle tanks were reduced to little more than burnt out husks.

The mirror field was the only area in the complex large enough to accommodate the Coalition air component’s Kingfisher helicopters and Kestrel VTOL transports. The unit moved quickly keeping their heads down and rifles close, not wanting to get caught in the open killing ground. Their boots pounding the stone covered ground as they ran, only stopping once they’d reached the base of the tower.

“Charlie fire team take the north and east sides of the tower, Delta the south and the west,” Sebastian Kovak commanded, gesturing with his full hand extended, “Take defensive positions, and watch your arcs. Signaller Atel, get us someone on the radio, and tell them what we know. Everyone keep alert, if there are any of those damned machines here they’ll be all over us in a heartbeat once we sent this signal!”

Atel slung his rucksack off his back and onto the floor and opened up the radio flap. He pulled out the antenna connectors and wrapped the copper wires around one of the wide water pipes that collected the water from the tower as it cooled, using the whole tower as the antenna.
“Radio check, this is Delta 2-1, anybody hear me? I say again, radio check, this is Delta 2-1, anybody hear me?”
The radio crackled into life, “Delta 2-1 this is Hotel 0-0, reading you loud and clear. Over”
“Corporal, I’ve got HQ on the line, what do you want me to tell ‘em?”
“We’re at rally point one, but six battalion has taken 100% losses, and request new orders”
“Very well Corporal,” Atel turned back to the radio, “Hotel 0-0. This is Delta 2-1, we are at rally point one, but sixth battalion have sustained 100% casualties, awaiting new instructions, please advise. Over”
“Delta 2-1, Hotel 0-0, understood, we’re sending a Kingfisher to pull you out, callsign KF 3-3, ETA 45 minutes. Over”
“Hotel 0-0, Delta 2-1, Roger that, waiting, out.” Atel turned to Kovak, “Corporal, we’ve got a kingfisher inbound, 45 minutes!”

"Heads up! Multiple contacts heading in! Footdroids incoming!"
Kovak ducked into cover, "Atel, get command back, we need that helicopter now!"
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The Godless, The Redemos System, Renegade Space - 14/04/642(GEA)

Alexander Fenn was an educated man, having served as an officer for ten years in the Human Ascendency Navy. Having led a mutiny against a young and inexperienced Captain who had been ordered to lead a black ops suicide mission against the Chitin, Fenn took command of the Ascendancy Ship and made for Vularia, the Renegade hub in the core worlds, knowing that he and his crew had forfeited their old lives back in the Ascendancy. That was seven years ago now, and in the time since Fenn had lost his old ship and almost every man who’d stayed with him since the mutiny, there was one notable exception though, his navigation officer; Lieutenant Caroline Mendez, who now entered the conference room adjacent to the bridge of The Godless, and took a seat at the table, to the right of the Captain.

She wore an old frayed Ascendancy naval uniform, modified with scrap-like armoured shoulder-guards, an impressive but heavy belt with multiple storage pouches attached and one arm ripped off and replaced with a scrap of cyan blue cloth. Her greying hair and haggard face gave the impression of a woman who had many stories to tell and Captain Fenn was proud to think that he’d been by her side through all of them. In contrast to her blues, Captain Fenn dressed simply as usual, wearing a smart red and black space-farers jacket, zipped up and with smart black trousers and boots.

Quartermaster Charles Quinn was next to enter. As Fenn’s second in command Quinn had a reputation for violence and brutality that made Fenn look all the more reasonable. Many a pirate feared crossing Fenn because of the threat of having Quinn set on them. Quinn had joined Fenn’s crew after stowing-away on board The Godless after Fenn raided a Triumvirate prison ship, on which Quinn had been imprisoned, en route to the Mining Pitts of the volcanic planet Azarr where he would have spent the rest of his life in manual labour in punishment for a series of violent robberies on multiple Triumvirate worlds. Quinn wore his signature black trench coat over a ripped and scruffy grey shirt and plain trousers, and wore his long brown hair swept back off his face, sporting a short beard and cold blue eyes, his posture always indicated a confidence a man can only get through having killed many others.

Quinn nodded to Mendez and Fenn before slumping into the seat at the far end of the table, opposite the Captain. He placed his hands behind his head and hefted his feet up onto the sleek black table, reclining back comfortably.

The next person to enter was the ship’s protocol & disciplinary officer, Lieutenant Jean-Jacques Gianni, who the crew mostly referred to as ‘Jax’ for simplicity, a nickname which had stuck. While Captain Fenn dressed simply, Lieutenant Mendez practically and Quartermaster Quinn somewhat scruffily, Gianni wore an elegant and stylish red velvet waistcoat over a smart white collared shirt with a bold black lining on the collar and button holes, like the Captain he wore a pair of smart black trousers, however unlike Fenn, he wore an ornate black leather belt with an engraved gold buckle, which supported two holsters, containing sleek pistols. Like Quinn he had long brown hair, but his was above shoulder length and, while slightly messy on top, looked tidier than the Quartermaster’s.

Gianni was only in his mid-twenties, which made him the youngest senior officer on The Godless, however like the Captain, Gianni was well-educated and had a gift with words, whether he was inspiring the crew in battle or debating politics with him, Fenn felt a certain paternal trust for the young Lieutenant. Gianni had transferred to The Godless from another crew who’d just lost their ship, Captain and senior officers in a fight with the Ascendancy Navy a little over a year ago. He’d been with that crew since childhood however, having been pressganged into service at a young age, Gianni never revealed where he’d received his education but Fenn suspected the previous Captain he’d served under had been partial to the boy and had educated him. Gianni took the seat on Fenn’s left.

The final officer to arrive was the combat officer, Lieutenant Darius Lacairn a male Tura, and the only non-human senior officer on The Godless. Lacairn wore silver-plated Tura-fitting armour with a blue trim and sported an eye patch on his left eye, covering the majority of a nasty scar which disfigured the left side of his grey Tura face. The Tura had come with the ship, when Fenn had won it from Admiral Iaaire’s fleet in a game of cards some four years prior. Initially Fenn had been mistrustful of the combat officer, who he suspected was a spy for the Admiralty Board, but in the years since, Fenn’s suspicions had faded as Lacairn’s affinity for ship-to-ship earned him Fenn’s appreciation. Lacairn seated himself halfway between Lieutenant Mendez and Quartermaster Quinn, on the right-hand side of the table.

“Now that we’re all here, I’d like to let you know what my plans are for the next few days.” Fenn began, leaning forward in his chair at the head of the table. “I believe that it’s been too long since we’ve taken a good prize. We’ve spent so long out in this wasteland of a star-system doing the work of the Admirals, it’s about time we did some work of our own.”

“With all due respects Captain, the crew don’t wanna’ work.” Quinn interrupted. “Three months spent out here, and our only shore-leave was out in the harsh deserts of Redemos. The crew need a break.”

“I understand Charles, but it’ll be better for morale in the long-run if we take a prize of our own steam, make a little extra cash and then let loose on Vularia.” Fenn reassured.

“Better for who exactly?” Charles asked, pressingly. “You? You think the crew are worried about your loyalties. I understand, but the best way to prove you care more about them then your position with the Admirals is to let them have a good break.”

“The crew have just had a break on Jisaria. It wouldn’t hurt them to actually act like fucking pirates for a change instead of lazy bastards.” Caroline Mendez rushed to Fenn’s defence.

“On that swamp-world? Did you get much rest between the damn insects and the Jisari being overly-nice? I didn’t.” Quinn replied, removing his hands from behind his head and shrugging emphatically.

“What is the state of morale Jax?” The Captain asked, turning to the young Lieutenant.

“…It’s hard to gauge sir, on the one hand the crew are restless as the Quartermaster suggests, but I understand that there is stomach for a proper fight. Destroying unarmed space stations and throwing politicians from airlocks doesn’t sate the crew’s bloodlust half as much as you’d think.” Gianni replied casually, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Very well then. If there is stomach for a fight, we’ll have one. Do you want to note an objection Charles?” Quinn grunted, shook his head and removed his feet from the table. “Alright, Caroline when the meeting has finished, please inform the Board that we’ll be making a jump through the StellarStream to the outskirts of the Vularia system. Now are there any other matters?” Captain Fenn asked, looking around at the faces of his colleagues. There were a few other matters that had to be sorted before The Godless could get underway…
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RS-1123, GEA:642 13th of Oppuli, HAS Victorious

Instruments in the Command and control center of the Dreadnought class vessel, HAS Victorious, began to pulse a rhythmic changing of blue shades as the StellarStream blocking field was deployed. In the normal observable universe nothing at first appeared to change, that was only due to the fact the field had been deployed shortly before the arrival of the Warfleet. The warfleet of the Chitin were numerous but lacked ranged weaponry of any kind, the Chitin were not a technologically advanced race but instead to a degree biologically advanced. The ships themselves were grown on their worlds and special 'brain-bugs' were hatched to direct them, a symbiotic relationship one could not truly function without the other for very long and not very effectively at that.

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Chitin Warship


It was due to this that the blocker had been developed to expand a certain range and why the need for two detection lines that accurately predicted the path of an approaching enemy fleet. It only expanded as far as the maximum range of the longest ranged weapons in the fleet which in stellar distances was not as far. This is why the Second Siege Fleet was now warming their long range missiles then they appeared a large rip in the universe, visibly it was a mixture of blue hues all mixing and in the middle of them were these black ships their dimensions constantly shifting as the beasts performed complex muscle movements to propel them in space. As soon as the computer systems of the Ascendancy warships catalogued the full mass of the War fleet of the Chitin and linked to distribute weapons fire, a process that took less than a second for the AI’s aboard each ship, and as one they released their extreme range missiles. Their jets going at a steady pace till they reached a few kilometres of the enemy ships and thus to avoid the Chitin warships evading these missiles which only had one chance to hit before running out of fuel, expelled the last of it in one last full-pelt acceleration the missiles slammed into the bio-ships as they were orienting themselves after being forced out of the StellarStream without warning. Tens of alien ships were obliterated in explosions, many heavily injured and others turned towards the Siege fleet and used their incredibly large and powerful muscles to propel themselves towards the awaiting ships which in short order opened up with high-powered lasers, slashing on the biological hulls of the Chitin ships doing varying damage from light scratches to deep gashes.

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Elements of the Second Siege Fleet, Battleship class


Missiles leapt from every ship in the line, 30 ships of Human origin fighting for their lives against a force that still numbered twice their own. But as the Chitin ships got closer the fire from the Human ships withered as their longer range weapons became less effective and in short order 10 Human battleships were having grappled by the Chitin ships their large tentacles flexing inwards to puncture the hulls and to crush the ships like sardine cans. A few managed to operate their Flanx Laser Cannons to force the aliens off them, the rest were crushed utterly. The HAS Victorious amongst those to explode, the Vice-Admiral in charge going down with his flagship along with most of her crew. In the ships that survived Chitin soldier forms swarmed the ships ripping through the unknowing Marines on board until an effective quarantine was enforced and a block by block purge by the Marine complements on board began with exterior sectors being plunged into vacuum.

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Chitin Soldier Form


The Chitin continued to viciously attack instinctively knowing which ships were projecting the disruption field, and the battle raged on. And on his way with his small battlegroup of 4 ships was Rear-Admiral Williams and HAS Valhalla.
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Postby Greater Latica » Fri Apr 24, 2015 5:44 pm

Within moments a plasma bolt struck the wall close to where Kovak had been standing. The Ohm war droids had found them, no doubt they had homed in on their radio transmissions like they had done to other units countless times. More plasma bolts streamed in, impacting the sandbags being used for cover, and turning the sand inside them to glass. Kovak thumbed off his rifle’s safety, and took aim. The machines were advancing forward, but they were using something to stir up the dust, using it like a smoke screen to cover their advance, making them nigh impossible to see. Kovak settled for aiming at the distinctive blue glow of discharging plasma casters, his rifle sounding off a loud crack with each trigger squeeze. Next to him knelt Vlahovic, with the section’s machine gun, Vlahovic was a brute of a man, capable of wielding his support weapon as if it were little more than a rifle. He was a ‘lifer’, a criminal whose sentence had been commuted to lifetime service in the army for the war effort. He was quiet and easily twice Kovak’s age, a long life much of which had been spent in coalition’s orbital prisons. He had never mentioned it, and Kovak never asked, an arrangement that suited them both fine. He was without compare using many of the coalition’s heavier infantry weapons, his bursts of gunfire inflicting heavy damage to the attackers.
Not all of the machines were just dumb stupid robots, no matter how much the propaganda tried to claim otherwise. They don’t all run headlong into combat, they take cover, fire and manoeuvre.

Almost drowned out by the gunfire was the buzz of a helidroid, a large quadcopter, taking position over head. There was a series of bright blue flashes and plasma bolts raked their way along the length of the section, its bolts ripping through two men, dropping them to the ground writhing from their burns. The droid danced around the sky, using its cyclic plasma repeater to force the defenders deeper into cover.

“Helidroid! Nebosa, take that bloody thing out!” yelled Alyx, dragging one of the casualties out of its line of fire by his webbing. Rifleman Nebosa grabbed the anti-tank launcher off his bag, extended it to its full length, stood, took aim and fired. There was a roar and a jet of white smoke soared towards its target, striking the drone’s right side, knocking out two of the rotors. It flicked sideways and plunged into the ground, flames pouring from the side. Nebosa’s victory was short lived, plasma bolts ripped through his tunic and into his stomach. He fell backwards, the launcher falling from his grasp. Kovak took stock of the situation, three men down in just as many minutes, thinking quickly he dragged Atel over by his webbing, “You get on that radio and tell command to get on and do something! At this rate there won’t be anything left of us by the time that Kingfisher gets here!” He shoved him away force fully as a glowing plasma bomb landed at his feet. Kovak deftly scooped it up and threw it back, “Get on with it Atel!” he continued barely breaking to take breath. The machines were only a few metres away now, keeping up the heavy rate of fire, but Kovak’s section was responding in kind with their rifles and machine guns.

Bursting out of the dust cloud came a stalker, bounding on its double jointed legs it easily cleared the sandbag barricade, using its speed it slammed a soldier into the wall, with an audible crack, before turning and using its elongated blade arms to slice down another, like it was part of an elegant choreographed performance. It then lunged at Kovak, arms held high and blades glowing blue. Instinctively, Kovak thumbed the fire selector on his rifle to automatic and fired, the tungsten cored 8mm rounds easily crippled the stalker’s legs, crippling it. Magazine empty, he reloaded, and placing his foot on its shoulder, he fired another burst into its chest, and the blue lights flickered out.

More stalkers burst forwards, they too bounded forwards, energy blades glowing. Unspeaking Vlahovic gunned a pair down with a hip-fired burst of machine gun fire to their legs, before grappling with a third, and using its energy blades to cleave a fourth in half from shoulder to knee. He nodded at Kovak, not uttering a word, and turned his machine gun on the next group attempting to break through.

In the distance was a low rumbling noise, indistinguishable from thunder, followed by high pitched shrieks. The blasts from the artillery caused the ground to shake, and causing the dust to jump off the ground with each hit. Clouds of sparks ensued whenever a machine was hit, metal limbs were scattered everywhere from the force of the explosions. Command had given them fire support to drive back the machines, shells now fell amongst the mirror field and some struck targets further into the complex. However the machines were undeterred, the wait wasn’t going to be over for a while.
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Postby Cheye » Mon Apr 27, 2015 1:58 am

The Godless, the Vularian Passage, the Vularia System, Renegade Space – 16/04/642(GEA)

Shifting blue apparitions consumed the view from the bridge as The Godless hurtled through the StellarStream. Captain Fenn reclined in his chair at the centre of the bridge and Lieutenant Mendez stood off to his side, reading through a report concerning the readiness of the ship’s critical systems. A hologram of Lieutenant Lacairn, who was currently down on the primary gun deck was projected out from the Captain’s technologically sophisticated throne and stood next to Mendez, commenting on the status of the ships laser auto-cannons and missile pods, The Godless’s primary weapons in a boarding action.

“Exiting the Stream in five.” A technician shouted from across the bridge.

The Captain gripped the arms of his seat as he braced himself in anticipation. Jumps into and out of the StellarStream were almost always turbulence-free, but the image visible from the viewport, of the universe slowly slipping back into being around the ship was enough to momentarily daze even experienced space-farers.

The Godless emerged through a neat blue tear in the fabric of the universe between two pockets of a large asteroid field, which spread out across the horizon, consuming the view from the bridge. This was the Vularian Passage, a dark and remote corner of the only Renegade system at the heart of the galactic core, but one of the most profitable ‘space-lanes’ on which a pirate might ply his trade without delving too deep into Triumvirate or Ascendancy space.

The main draw of the Passage was a ship refuelling station, anchored to a large asteroid at the very edge of the system, a huge distance from the system’s sun. On the city world of Vularia, for which the system was named, non-Renegade ships were charged a substantial tax to refuel and refit. As a result most merchants arriving in the system would seek to refuel their ships for non-StellarStream travel at the station further-out, in order to save money, however this meant they would then have to make their way through the treacherous Passage, sticking to the narrow corridor between the two asteroid fields which wound past an unnamed inhospitable volcanic world, before dissipating near a large helium giant known as Traxus, which sat quite close to Vularia.

“You know the drill.” Fenn said matter-of-factly as the ship powered forwards. “Find us a nice gap in the field to hunker down in and kill all non-essential systems. I’m sure we’ll find a nice prize in no time!...”

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Postby Greater Latica » Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:34 pm

28th Quadrember GEA 642
Golgotha, Capital of the United Coalition of Species

The Lord Protector, a tall, broad man, whose dark hair was visibly shot with streaks of grey, adjusted the cuffs on his high collared uniform. It was well worn; even a man of his status had to make sacrifices in times like this, the red cuffs and trouser stripes had lost their edge and had begun to fade slightly to a deep pink and the buttons were beginning to lose their shine. The black hover had not changed, it was still as dark as ever, striking a contrast against his rows of medals and campaign ribbons. Lord Protector Knezevik was a military man, born and bred, who had now dedicated his life to defending the United Coalition from the Ohm.

Despite being founded on democratic principles, the United Coalition hadn’t had an elected leader for more than eighty years, fifteen years after the war’s start, when a spate of Presidential resignations caused full, free and fair elections become seen as a frivolity, and as such the role of Lord Protector was formed, each one appointed by a military council. Lord Protectors never lasted long, stress and the thought of having the blood of billions on your hands gets to you eventually. Knezevik, had been selected six months ago with plans to drastically revolutionise the conduct of the war. However even a mind as sharp and cunning as his would have difficulty changing anything. Everyone knew the Ohm were winning, and people had become tired of 95 years of attritional warfare. Now was his chance to change that. The huge doors next to him swung open and he stepped out into the bright light, into the conference and towards the podium, where cameras and sound recorders circled like sharks.

His boots echoed as he stepped up to his place in front of the microphone and he waited patiently for the anthem to stop, so he could begin. “Citizens of the United Coalition of Species, it is part of my duty as Lord Protector to inform you of our withdrawal from the Tryax system, our last footholds on the Industrial world of Tryax II a fortnight ago, and the military installations on Tryax IV moon have been destroyed. As we all know, our defeats there bring the Ohm ever closer to our home systems. And now I ask, when does it end? When will the relentless march of the machines end? The Industrial worlds of Ryza? The verdant agriworlds of Kislev? Or our beloved capital Golgotha? So at this rate soon we shall have nothing left defend, and in my eyes that leaves us with no other option but to attack. For too long have we been on the back foot. For too long have our future generations paid the ultimate sacrifice to buy us just a few more precious moments. It ends now! The mechanical menace that we are fighting is not the real threat. Someone or something, somewhere had to have created them, they are our one true threat. We will take our army and our navy, and we will go to their home worlds, we will find their creators and inflict upon them what they have done to us! We will burn their planets and implode their suns. We will drive them to the brink of extinction, exactly as they have done to us! For we have in our arsenal devastating weapons, powerful enough that we could go to war with the gods of creation themselves and emerge victorious! Nothing but their total annihilation will suffice, they have offered no quarter, mercy or surrender and as such will receive none in return! I assure you that I will see this through right to my final dying breath, on my honour as Lord Protector of the United Coalition of Species!”
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Postby Cheye » Fri May 01, 2015 9:23 am

The Godless, the Vularian Passage, the Vularia System, Renegade Space – 17/04/642(GEA)

Captain Fenn paced slowly across the width of the smouldering bridge of the captured merchant ship, reflecting on the developments of the last three hours. Behind him his personal bodyguard, an assassin droid designated ASA-631, gripped a laser rifle, pointing it aggressively towards the captured merchant bridge-crew, who’d been instructed to line up against the side wall after having their hands tied by Quartermaster Quinn and his men. The Quartermaster, several men of The Godless and Lieutenant Gianni now clustered in the corner by the entrance, as the Captain paced.

A well-dressed youthful man, who’d been standing further down the bridge talking to a collection of scruffily dressed men and women with guns, now strode confidently over to Fenn, stepping over the body of a dead merchant-crewman casually. Fenn noted the nervous sweat on his brow and the pistol in his holster as the young man drew closer.

“You ever done one of these before?” Fenn asked, turning to face him.

“…Can’t say I have….” The man replied tentatively.

Fenn was referring to the somewhat awkward situation he was presently in. The man with whom he spoke was captain of another pirate ship; the Red Dragon, which had engaged the same merchant freighter that The Godless had shortly after the latter had begun a boarding action. While this had successfully weakened the defenders on board the freighter, it also meant that the two pirate crews would now have to find some way to divide the spoils between them…

“In my experience, a split-prize can go down one of three ways.” Fenn, clearly the elder and more experienced Captain said, leaning in towards the other Captain. “First way is our crews fight it out, but seeing as The Godless has the larger contingent, I think we both know how that’ll end.” The younger Captain, who had introduced himself as Captain Frey via hologram to the bridge of The Godless during the battle, bit his lip and didn’t comment. “Second way; Captains could go at it, duel with pistols or fight man to man?” Fenn leaned in close and whispered, “But I take it from the nervous glances your own men keep shooting at you and the fact your shiny pistol hasn’t left it’s holster, that you aren’t going to be keen on that option…”

“I’d rather avoid violence.” Frey responded, coolly stepping back from Fenn.

“Well then there’s option three; we sit down and work out a fair split, taking into account our respective crew sizes and, of course… effort put into taking the prize.”

“That would be ideal.” Frey replied, running a hand through his wispy brown hair and letting out a nervous sigh.

“Excellent, let’s sit down and work things out then! Charles; I’ll need a full inventory of the goods on board.” Fenn said, addressing his Quartermaster before walking off to the side and taking a seat at a technician’s terminal, which had been smashed in the fighting, the young Frey followed him reluctantly and sat across from him on the other side of the terminal, which served as a table, dividing the two Captains.

Ten minutes passed in silence while Quinn and some technicians from both pirate crews compiled a full inventory from observing the hold and hacking into the ship’s computers. Another five passed equally mute, as Fenn pawed at the screen of the tablet computer he’d been given, adjusting the list of loot into two columns reflecting the take of both crews. The young Captain Frey drummed his fingers on the terminal in a tune, and bit his lip thoughtfully while Fenn worked, conscious of how much time his opposite number was taking to formulate the split. To be fair, Fenn was deliberately stalling, not to rile Frey, but rather his crew who, at the other end of the bridge were whispering amongst themselves and shooting disapproving looks at their captain.

“I think you’ll find these terms more than agreeable.” Fenn announced, aggressively thrusting the tablet into Frey’s hands. The younger man let out a sharp breath and began skimming through it. “I can’t imagine that you’ll want to alter anything… Given it is your first day as captain and all…”

“How did you know that?” Frey asked quietly, so his crew wouldn’t hear him, without looking up.

“Lucky guess.” Fenn grunted, hiding the fact that while he’d been sorting the list, ASA-631 had adjusted its audio sensors to pick up the whispering crewmen at the end of the bridge and had then sent a transcript to the Captain’s computer. There was a further silence as Frey browsed the lists.

Finally he spoke, albeit quietly. “I can’t agree to this.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I can’t… Look you’re taking all the armaments, technical supplies, mineral resources and fuel, leaving my crew with the fucking pots and pans, I mean ‘miscellaneous personnel requisitions’ what does that even mean? Look I want to accept this and get the hell out of here… But the crew; we’ll fly away and my Captaincy will be over before it’s even begun…” Frey whispered nervously.

“…And you think that that is somehow my problem?!” Fenn laughed, raising his voice so that everyone could hear.

“You must be willing to bargain, surely?” Frey replied, raising his voice in kind.

“We’ve done the bargaining. I guess you have a decision to make, Captain Frey.” Fenn said, reclining back in his chair comfortably.

Frey scowled, and glanced at his crew who were looking on menacingly, and shot a look over his shoulder at the crew of The Godless, who seemed less concerned with the negotiation taking place and more concerned with keeping an eye on the seventeen or so prisoners who were lined up against the wall.
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Captain Jacob Frey of the Red Dragon & Captain
Alexander Fenn of The Godless

Fenn watched the man in front of him squirm, he could see the hope fading from Frey’s face as he turned back to look at him. “So do we have a deal?” Fenn pressed, rising from the chair.

“No sir, I’m afraid we do not.” Came the response. Alexander Fenn took a moment to register what the cocky young Captain was saying. But his reaction was too slow. Frey had already drawn his pistol and fired, from his seat, sending a laser-bolt into the senior Captain’s chest…

…Fenn reacted immediately, lunging across the terminal, he grabbed Frey by the scruff of his fancy coat and slammed his face down onto the broken glass below. The younger man’s pistol fell from his hand, his face bleeding from multiple shallow wounds, he swung wildly with his fists towards Fenn’s face but the grizzled Captain took the blows without flinching.

Fenn rose from his seat and reached for his officer’s sword, a fancy old fashioned weapon, but one that had claimed many lives in many boarding raids. A sword after all, was a useful weapon in the close-quarters corridors of an enemy ship. As he drew it, he realised that Frey was reaching for the pistol on the floor and hastily stepped around the side of the terminal and kicked it away from him. Frey’s extended arm instead reached for Fenn’s non-kicking leg and with a considerable effort, he yanked, forcing the older man to fall onto his back.

Frey observed both crews, who had done nothing but reach for their weapons, their eyes all locked on the brutal hand-to-hand fighting in front of them. He dodged quickly as Captain Fenn’s sword swung wildly in his direction and then kicked his downed opponent in the side, winding him, and rupturing the lazer-burn wound he’d taken from the gunshot. Blood sprayed onto Frey’s boots and out onto the floor of the bridge and Alexander Fenn groaned in pain before swinging out again with his sword. He missed wildly as Frey scrambled away, towards the pistol that lay about a meter and a half away from them. Fenn tried to crawl towards it, but it was a fool’s errant, his bleeding wound made movement far too difficult.

Captain Frey pulled the trigger, and Alexander Fenn, the legendary Captain of The Godless and one of the most feared pirates of the Renegade System breathed his last.
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Postby Pageon » Sun May 03, 2015 5:39 am

RS-1123, GEA:642, 14th of Oppuli, HAS Truth in the Dark

The Truth in the Dark had been one of those to gain the ire of the Chitin hive-mind, it had already blown its way out of the Chitin ship and thrown itself towards the incoming swarm of alien bio-ships, missiles leaped from their launch tubes striking the Chitin ships all around and entered what many considered a death dive, It was a tactic used by only those Battleships that considered themselves lost causes and having been cut off from it's supporting Cruisers and Frigates the ship was going to batter down and take as many Chitin ships with them as possible.

HAS Valhalla

Rear-Admiral Williams sat in his spartan command chair and looked to his bridge crew made up of lower Lieutenants and his XO Captain Xincres'cha, "Captain I want all weapons hot for when we exit the stream, target every Chitin scumbag ship in our range. And broadcast this to all ships; Men and Women of the 17th Battle group Honour Bound last night at 23:00 standard time the Chitin engaged the Second Siege Fleet it is currently 05:00 and communications are sporadic we know the blocking field is still active and that they are still engaged with the Chitin, currently from what Comms can ascertain the Second are playing cat and mouse with their last Battleship while one Battleship is heavily damaged and locked in a death dive towards the heart of the Chitin swarm, we will be exiting the Stream in approximately 1 minute I want to save that Battleship, not one man more dies this day. To the glory of the Ascendancy and in the name of the Emperor, Godspeed." His XO turned to him and nodded quite obviously in a tactic partly to reassure the crew and partly to show his agreement with his CO. Captain Xincres'cha was about to be rotated out of service as is, he had reached the end years of his contracted service when he had signed up and wanted to live on as a normal civilian obviously with all the benefits of having been a Naval Captain which would give him a risen standard in his own society one which had been subsumed and most compliant with the Human Ascendancy and which had inspired the acceptance of their species being able to attain all purely military ranks.

And so it was that at 05:03 on the 14th of Oppuli, the first reinforcements, the 17th Battle group of the Human Ascendancy entered real space and immediately engaged Chitin ships surrounding the Truth in the Dark thousands of high powered lazers carved up the remaining ships flocking around the crippled battleship which had finally run out of missiles but was launching long range torpedoes at close in ranges the explosions having long since taken down and crippled the ships shielding, most lazer mounts had been crushed or vaporized off the hull of the ship and the crew were preparing to self-destruct when what few remaining redundant sensors picked up the 17th's entrance into the battle and their frantic charge to defend the Battleship.

It took about 5 more hours but with the timely arrival of the 11th Battle group Blockaders the Chitin war fleet was completely dismantled and one crippled enough to take home to the lab boys. With communications restored it turned out that High Command had sent the newly formed 6th Siege Fleet to take over from the 2nd, the losses sustained by the 2nd reduce their effective numbers to 3 Battle groups, which were to be reformed into the Exploratory Fleets as the 11th Battle group, the 17th and the 21st all under the effective command of an Admiral Numix a resident of the same world as Xincres'cha but of a different hereditary nation and somewhat a celebrity having been the first alien to reach the full rank of Admiral. Rear-Admiral Williams was also to be called into High-Command to report on what occurred and to see what the consequences would be for him personally, the Truth in the Dark as it turned out was not salvageable but most of its surviving crew was evacuated and the ship safely detonated from a distance. It was going to be a long war but with adequate forces the Human Ascendancy could definitely crush the Chitin menace once and for all.
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Postby Greater Latica » Sat May 09, 2015 5:00 pm

04 Sextember GEA 642
UCoSS Deimos, Ares Class Battlecruiser, Helios Cluster

The Battlecruiser’s command bridge was hectic, Subalterns and Matelots were scurrying around carrying out their duties. The whole room was bathed in the soft blue light of computer screens and electronic beeps punctuated the hustle. Standing, a bastion of calm, was Admiral Reeve, slowly drumming his fingers on top of one of his command screens. Underneath his calm demeanour, he was nervous. Under his command was the largest combined fleet deployed by the United Coalition Navy since the start of the war, assembled as part of the Lord Protector’s new flagship plan to take the fight to the enemy. It all rested on his shoulders. The Lord Protector was ruthless, since he took the reins he had sacked numerous senior officers and reassigned many more. He had silenced his detractors that had told him that launching an offensive operation would deplete resources and hasten the demise of the Coalition. Admiral Reeve was determined not to join that list.

The fleet were deployed in ambush in the rings of the gas giant Helios VI, using the dust rock and debris to shield them from detection. The Machine fleet considered this a ‘safe’ area used as a staging point to marshal their forces before launching their assaults, where they took advantage of the large presence of Helium 3 available on the planet to refuel. Admiral Reeve had just received word from the UCoSS Hermes scout Frigate, stating that hostile ships were heading in their direction. Reeve’s plan was to ambush and destroy a number of smaller ships, then draw the main elements of the enemy force into a decisive action, hoping the whole time that the machines would fall for his ruse.

Right on cue the distinctive blue stellarstream portal opened and three small enemy scout ships emerged and began to approach the planet, readying their Helium scoops. Reeve danced his fingers across the touch screens that ringed his command position, opening up a direct communications link, he didn’t want to risk alerting the enemy by using their radios.

“Deimos to Hercules, three hostiles, dead ahead, Corvette size, make them go away please.”
“Hercules to Deimos, targets sighted, engaging.”

Out of the frontal command glass Reeve watched as the colossal bulk of the battleship Hercules powered up. Navigation lights flicked up on her hull and her engines ignited, propelling her forwards out of the asteroid ring and towards the three enemy ships. The UCoSS Hercules, was the namesake of the Hercules class, the biggest and mightiest battleships in the UCoSS fleet. Over 600 metres long, heavily armoured and armed to the teeth, they were the jewels of the Navy, the ohm would not be able to pass up a target as vital as the Hercules, guaranteeing enemy reinforcements. The Hercules oriented itself, lining up with the first of the enemy ships. There was a brilliant white flare as the Hercules fired her linear mass driver, accelerating a high impact ‘sledgehammer’ round, which on impact with the ship flattened and expanded, the petals gutting the ship from the inside. The Ohm corvette exploded in a blue explosion when the speeding round devastated the plasma reactors. The Hercules then slowly pivoted again using her manoeuvring thrusters to bring the second corvette into view. There was another brilliant white flare and another sledgehammer round found its mark, obliterating the second corvette in another blue fireball. The third corvette returned fire, their plasma weapons impacting harmlessly against the Hercules ceramic outer armour. Several columns of white smoke erupted from one side of the Hercules as she fired a volley of Javelin cruise missiles. These soared towards their targets, the white trails adjusting to follow their target. They struck the weapon systems and crippled the engines, leaving it dead in space. Lights flickered along the hull from exposed openings on the stricken vessel as the Hercules approached closer.

Admiral Reeve opened up the communication channel, “Deimos to Hercules, enough playing, finish it off and return to formation.”
The Hercules captain simply returned an affirmative bleep.
The Hercules drew up alongside and fired her turret cannons in a devastating broadside, 18 inch shells smashing through the ship’s ruptured hull. After the broadside her plasma generator detonated, and like the others she too vanished in a cloud of blue flame.

Reeve surveyed his data screens, noting that long range stellarstream transmissions had been transmitted the moment the Hercules began the engagement, a smirk crawled across his face.
He turned to his communications subalterns, “Lieutenant, signal for all ships to increase reactors to combat power and to arm weapons systems, we’re about to have company,” he turned to another subaltern, using a control console on the other side, “Get me gunnery control, I want them to start charging the capacitors for the linear accelerators and to unsheathe our nuclear weapons, this may get messy.”

He looked out of the command window with satisfaction as the Hercules cruised back into formation, waiting for the unmistakable shape of a stellarstream portal and the titanic battle that it would begin.
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Postby Cheye » Sun May 10, 2015 2:08 pm

The Godless, the Vularian Passage, the Vularia System, Renegade Space – 17/04/642(GEA)

It had all happened so fast. After the death of Captain Fenn, Charles Quinn had taken over the negotiations on behalf of The Godless and had agreed to a fair 50/50 split of the cargo from the merchant freighter with the injured, but high-spirited Captain Frey.

It was plain that the crew were still reeling in shock from the loss of their Captain, but they maintained a respectful silence as his body was carried back on board The Godless by several of the men. Lieutenant Caroline Mendez broke down into tears when she saw Fenn’s body being carried through The Godless and had to be consoled by members of the crew who had remained back on the ship during the battle and hadn’t witnessed the events on the freighter’s bridge. After a further conversation between Quinn and Frey, both crews returned to their respective ships to disengage, disabling the freighter’s remaining weapon systems and leaving the prisoners taken during the fight to resume their voyage to Vularia.

By the time Quinn returned to the bridge of The Godless however, a large crowd of crew members and all the senior officers had gathered, discussing loudly at great length what had just happened. They gradually fell silent as their Quartermaster approached.

“I share your pain.” He stated, inhaling sharply. “But that sort of thing is an occupational hazard. The Captain knew the risks, as we all did. Now I propose we continue on to Vularia, get some shore-leave and then convene the whole crew to vote for the next captain.”

Mumbling took up amongst the crowd, until one crewwoman shouted; “Fuck that! Let’s kill the little snakes, nobody kills our Captain and walks away grinning!”

Her cry was matched by that of another crewman; “Yeah fuck the cargo! The Godless has the firepower to fry the bastards!”

“We shouldn't let the heat of the moment affect our judgement. Captain Frey fought for his share of the prize fair and square. I didn’t see any of you jumping to Captain Fenn’s defence!” Quinn sneered, angrily.

“And neither were you! You’re just a coward!” A crewman near the front shouted in response.

Quinn stepped forward and punched the crewman square in the face with a powerful blow, sending him falling back on to the floor, unconscious.

“Fuck off am I a coward.” Quinn spat. “I’d rather we just cut our losses and live to fight another day.”

“I can’t help but agree with the crew Charles.” Jax chimed in. “It’s not fair to Fenn’s memory to just let his killer get away. I propose we disengage from the freighter, bring about the auto-cannons and shred the Red Dragon before she even has a chance to get moving.” The assembled crew cheered and nodded in agreement.

“No.” Charles replied, walking away from the crowd. “I am the Quartermaster. That makes me Acting-Captain, and I say no. It’s better for the ship and the crew to avoid a fight altogether.”

The senior officers exchanged glances, but technically Quinn was right, unless they acted to remove him from the position; something they’d need to gauge the support of the entire crew for, not just a few upset members on the bridge, in order to achieve without resistance, then there was nothing they could do. Chances were, Quinn would challenge any officer who moved against him to single combat anyway and none of them were as strong or skilled a fighter as he was.

“Do you have something to say Jax?” Quinn asked the young lieutenant, his eyes fixed on him.

“….No.”

“Caroline?” He asked, wheeling on the still-sobbing Nav Officer.

“No.” She replied, her expression one of pain and sadness.

“Darius?”

“…Not at this particular moment. No.” The Tura said bitterly.

“Well when you find the balls between you let me know. In the meantime set a course for Vularia and let me know when we’re home.” Quinn concluded and left the bridge in a few long strides.

There was silence on the bridge as he departed.

The Godless, Above Vularia – 18/04/642(GEA)

As The Godless approached Vularia several hours later, Charles Quinn had long finished adjusting himself to Captain Fenn’s cabin. Some further redecoration would be needed but that could wait until his ascendancy as Captain was confirmed. In the meantime he’d had a nap, but had just woken up in a fearful sweat as ASA-631, Captain Fenn’s bodyguard droid loomed over him in the darkness.

“What do you want, robot?” Quinn snapped.

“[Explanation:] Lieutenant Lacairn, just received an encryption-grade eight message in his private inbox sir.” The robot stated in its cool metallic voice.

“What the fuck are you telling me for?” Quinn asked, rising from the bed.

“[Apprehensively:] Captain Fenn had me survey and keep him abreast of the Gunnery-Officer’s external communications. [Cautiously:] I do not think that he trusted him due to his connections on the Admiralty Board. [Observation:] This particular message is… odd.”

“Odd?” Quinn asked, stretching.

“[Explanation:] This transmission hails from the Red Dragon. The droid, which stated its emotive response to what it was saying before it spoke, answered almost intuitively.

“Fine, forward it to me.” Quinn ordered the droid, for whom he held little trust. “Oh and ASA… Where does your loyalty lie now that Fenn is gone?”

“[Uncertain:] I do not know sir, from my observations on meat-bag behaviour, it seems that it is the tradition among human and alien crews to follow and obey the new captain of their vessel. While I am not technically part of The Godless’s crew, it seems logical that I follow this tradition in this instance… Else I am without a master, without purpose and without direction.”

“But what good are you?” Quinn sneered. “You just stood by and let your last master die.”

“[Offended:] No more so than anyone else present. I observed that another organic tradition; one of single combat, was at play. [Extrapolation:] While my primary function was to keep my master alive, I believe it was overridden by the circumstances in which he was fighting. [Uncertain:] I do not know whether this is a good thing… Did my observational programming hinder my ability to enact my primary function? [Observation:] I find this highly unusual.”

“Stupid droid.” Quinn murmured and walked over towards the desk at the other end of the cabin, where his personal tablet computer rested.

“[Anger:] Perhaps, to make up for this mistake I must slaughter and flay the pig-faced little meat-bag who killed my master? Perhaps this is my new primary function? [Revelation:] I must flay the meat-bag!”

“ASA you can leave now.” Quinn barked and the droid begrudgingly marched out of the room. After it had left, Quinn read through the message hastily:

Darius,

As per our agreement, Captain Fenn was successfully dispatched and my Captaincy of the Red Dragon enshrined for good. Taking down such a legend leaves a bittersweet feeling, I can tell you.

I will meet you on Vularia before The Godless departs, to discuss the way in which we envision ourselves proceeding from here. The usual place should be good, but I’ll confirm next week for sure.

If this all works out well then we’ll make the Board very happy and they’ll make us very rich!

Here’s to the future!

Captain Jacob Frey


Quinn re-read the message a few times before throwing down the tablet and taking a seat on the lavish sofa that adorned the wall of the cabin. He stroked the stubble on his chin and tried to work out what the Tura and the rival Captain were up to. He had half a mind to go charging down to the gunnery deck to interrogate Lacairn himself and throw him to the mercy of the angry crew, but the nagging curiosity in the back of his mind got the better of him, and he decided that if the Admirality Board were somehow involved in what had just happened to Alexander Fenn, then he ought to be a tad more subtle...

The Quartermaster yawned and threw himself back into the comfy bed to resume his nap.

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Postby Pageon » Thu May 14, 2015 3:09 pm

16th Exploratory Fleet, Newly formed from remains of Battle groups deployed to RS-1123
GEA: 642, 17th of Ubiqui
Aboard HAS Belgarion

Admiral Numix slowly sat back the chair in his personal quarters specially adapted for his body style, being an Admiral had its benefits. He had been nominated to the position of command over the newest Exploratory Fleet and to be sent to aid other Exploratory Fleets in the Eastern fringes of the Galaxy relative to the Human Ascendancy galactic plane system. They had made significant progress in the southern sectors till they had encountered the Chitin and the North had stronger forces behind it due to the higher then average pirate raids in the areas, as such the HAS Belgarion was to aid in scouring the larger Eastern fringes for more life bearing or habitable planets to colonize. They had so far arrived in 3 systems which all had been devoid of habitable planets, the only ones orbiting the stars being Gas Giants and their moons, one of which had none scans had shown debris leading to the conclusion the moons had over time fallen into the Gas Giants causing the great firestorms raging across the planets upper-atmosphere.

As such the Admiral was rather bored, well not rather, he was incredibly bored. But he was the first Admiral of a non-human species, he could not be allowed to grab so much... attention. If he attempted to become anymore popular he would be removed by force, even rising through the ranks everyone knew of the Black Ops units the Human Ascendancy operated to maintain order. Their operations were highly classified beyond even the knowledge of the Admiral, privy only to the very top of the Human Meritocracy... including the Emperor.

It was one of these Black Ops soldiers that was stationed on the HAS Belgarion to ensure the Admiral's loyalty to the cause, and his own platoon was spread over the entire battle group, the most elite soldiers trained in all professions all sent to make sure the loyalty of this one small fleet did not waver. Such a commitment of resources couldn't just mean that the highest echelons of power did not trust Numix. There had to be something deeper behind this curtain of secrecy.
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Notable for large advances in technology, and a military with numerous autonomous weapons and drones. The nation is led by Emperor Callum Carmichael and his Arch-Lectors. The nation worships a Pantheon of Gods led by the warrior God Allenstag. The populace of Pageon are highly educated and due to intelligent investments by the government the economy is currently running a surplus, although civil liberties were curbed to aid in this. The people are extremely apathetic and the elected portion of the government is filled mainly by merit over popularity. Pageon's closest ally is Greater Latica despite the divide between economic principles their cultures are similar enough that their populations are able to mix with surprising ease.

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Postby Cheye » Thu May 14, 2015 4:52 pm

The Rum-Hole Cantina, District: #0021203, Vularia, the Vularia System, Renegade Space – 12/05/246(GEA)

Charles Quinn’s short captaincy had given him no end of headaches over the last few weeks. Within days of arriving on Vularia, just under half of The Godless’s crew had jumped ship and left, not wanting to stay on without the infamous Captain Fenn to command them. Furthermore his bid for the captaincy had been contested by Jean-Jacques ‘Jax’ Gianni, whose roguish charm put him in higher standing with the rest of the crew than Quinn with his brute-force approach to problem solving. Quinn had only won by four votes, votes which had cost him a pretty penny, and the narrowness of the result led to a brawl between Quinn’s and Jax’s supporters, which the two contenders only settled by firing their guns into the air and demanding order. Jax had conceded defeat gracefully, but the tension left Quinn with little choice when it came to picking his Quartermaster, Jax’s popularity had gained him the position, serving as number two to a Captain who moderately disliked him.

Captain Quinn’s problems hadn’t ended there, two days ago, ASA-631 had disappeared, leaving a message in Quinn’s inbox stating only: ‘Meatbag detected in District: #0021204. This unit will engage. Will return before The Godless departs.’ Finally, Quinn also had his investigation into the role of Lieutenant Lacairn in the death of Captain Fenn to consider, and it was this matter that had brought him to a little cantina called The Rum-Hole, in Vularia’s under-city this evening.

The planet Vularia had been a giant city world for as long as anyone in the Renegade Systems could remember, and unlike Godess in the Human Ascendancy or Tetria, the capital of Triumvirate space, Vularia had been a city-world long before the evolution of most of the current space-faring races. Its existence pre-dated the near-century of pirate occupation it had endured but there were few who knew of its true origins or of the mysterious race of arachnid-like aliens that dwelt beneath the planet’s surfaced and performed simple cleaning and maintenance functions on the city above them. Various alien and human styles of architecture blended together to create a world dominated by concrete, metals and glass skyscrapers of many different varieties, all maintained and cared for, without distinction, by the planet’s strange housekeeper race whom the pirates had given the name ‘Warreners’.

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Vularia - The pirate hub at the galactic core, nearly
all the trade in the galaxy passes through the two city
worlds of the core, the other being Tetria;
capital of The Triumvirate.
A Warrener scuttled across the floor of the cantina, having finished fixing a wall that had previously been covered in laser-burn marks. From the entrance to the cantina, Quinn was easily spotted by Darius, who was sitting at a booth, with a drink and a cloaked human companion near the door. The Tura beckoned him over.

“Don’t look so surprised.” Lacairn said as Quinn approached, a puzzled expression crossing his gnarled face. “Do you think I didn’t know ASA was monitoring my emails? Why do you think that’s the only communication that ever got back to the droid?” The Tura asked explaining, a smile extending across his alien mouth.

“Is this some sort of trap?” Quinn asked. Reaching for the sword that sat comfortably tucked into his belt.

“…Well that depends on you Captain.” The human also sat at the booth said, lowering her hood.

“And who the fuck are you?” Quinn asked, crossing his arms in confusion. “I thought you were meeting that Frey bastard?”

“Oh we are. And I’m Admiral Jane Keenstra, something you’d do well to be aware of Captain.” She said sternly, her gaze fierce.

“Apologies Admiral, I’m somewhat new at this.” Charles replied, but didn’t add the respectful nod most usually gave admirals when they were present.

Darius beckoned to the seat opposite him, and Charles sat awkwardly, not quite understanding how he’d ended up sat in a bar with the person he was supposed to be tailing and/or confronting at this moment. The three of them sat in silence for what felt to Quinn like a great length of time, before finally the distinctively well-dressed Jacob Frey entered the cantina and approached them. Quinn glared at him, but begrudgingly moved up a space, so that Frey could join them at the table.

“Now what the fuck’s going on?!” Quinn hissed, slamming his fist on the table.

“Did we have to bring him in on this?” Frey asked, rolling his eyes at the display of aggression.

“Yes.” Darius replied, adjusting his eye-patch. “If we want to make sure this goes smoothly we need The Godless, which means we also need her captain.”

“Make sure what goes smoothly?” Quinn asked, exhaling heavily.

“The biggest heist in the history of the Renegade Systems.” Keenstra replied bluntly. There was a moment of silence before she turned to Darius and gestured for him to expand further.

“Fenn never told you why we took the mission on Jisaria did he?” Quinn shook his head and Darius continued, speaking softly. “Let me tell you a story about a Jisari named P’ish Pavvfor.”

“The new governor?” Quinn asked curiously.

“The very same.” Darius said nodding. “But before he fell into that job, his role as Second Consul placed him in charge of finance and foreign relations.” Quinn still looked confused. “Well P’ish’s position ended up getting him placed on the intergalactic banking committee, which as you may know is chaired by the Triumvirate. Now, in that role, P’ish just so happened to find himself placed as a consulting advisor to the Vrilick Confederacy who have just completed a deal which will see their entire currency reserve moved to a super-max vault on Tetria.”

“It’s hard to believe those primitives still use hard currency.” Frey scoffed.

“Yes but it’s fantastic for us, because it means there’s a chance to take it and believe me, the Vrilick may be a simple people but they still command a sizeable fortune.” Darius said, his smile turning into a full-blown grin. “Two hundred and fifty-five billion Vrilick dollars… To be exact.”

“…A fortune that we’ll use to turn the Admiralty Board from a semi-coherent rabble into a proper interstellar government, with adequate institutions and laws.” Keenstra added gleefully. “…And extensive shares for those involved too.”

“How does this link to Fenn, and by extension; how does this link to me?” Quinn asked, coolly drumming his fingers on the table.

“Well, the Board have known about P’ish Pavvfor and the impending Vrilick Confederate currency repatriation for some time and we sent The Godless out there, not just to expand our holdings, but to get the details for us.” Keenstra explained. “Fenn complied... but withheld certain details, details which Lieutenant Lacairn discovered were held in the memory-banks of his robot bodyguard.”

“The Captain was planning to make a run on the freighters transporting the money, without the approval of the Board, what he’d have done with it, I don’t fucking know, probably retired, but what we do know is that nabbing that cargo would have been his next stop after resupplying here on Vularia.” Lacairn elaborated.

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Charles Quinn - The Quartermaster turned Captain of The
Godless.
“Thus Darius got permission to rectify the situation from Admiral Jane here and she set her nearest agent up as captain of the ship he was travelling aboard by pushing a few buttons on a screen somewhere, bringing the delightful Jacob Frey in on the plot.” Frey said smiling, twirling his moustache. “My task was to negotiate such a deal that Fenn would be removed from his position; something the stubborn bastard made impossible, or failing that, to eliminate him without making it look like an inside job; something he made exceptionally easy for me to pull off.”

“Well shit.” Quinn swore, reclining in his chair. There was a silence as Quinn thought over what the three conspirators were telling him. “If this is all true, why do you need The Godless, why do you need me?”

“Well, firstly we need ASA-631, who has the schedule for the repatriation, I assume since Fenn died the droid has fallen into your possession, correct?” Lacairn asked sternly.

“…Technically.” Quinn replied, although he did not elaborate on the fact that the robot had gone missing.

“We also need The Godless, it’s the only ship in three-systems with a fast enough engine, strong enough weapons, a big enough hold and a decent enough crew to get this done right and without attracting too much attention.” Keenstra added.

Charles Quinn thought for a moment before leaning forwards. “I still don’t understand why Fenn would have gone rogue, why he’d have thought going it alone would be better for him and our crew than working with the Board, either way we’d be rich as kings.”

“You certainly will be.” Keenstra nodded, Quinn smiled but observed the nervous glance she shot Darius. “I…Can’t tell you why Fenn acted the way he did, but I can assure you his actions couldn’t go unpunished.”

Quinn knew she was hiding something, but he didn’t press the Admiral, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake Fenn evidently had and cross her, not while he was looking at a Captain’s stake in a prize larger than anything anyone had ever taken before.

“So are you with us Captain Quinn?” Frey asked turning to face him.

The others all looked at him as he sat, poker-faced and calm, Keenstra leaned across the table and asked quietly; “So do you want to help make history… Or go the way of your predecessor?”
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Postby Greater Latica » Tue May 19, 2015 3:50 pm

04 Sextember GEA 642
UCoSS Deimos, Ares Class Battlecruiser, Helios Cluster

The UCoSS Deimos’ bridge was tense, Admiral Reeve gripping the top of his screens so hard his knuckles turned white, everyone was on edge, waiting for the moment when the stellar stream would spit out the Ohm reinforcements. In the distance the mangled wrecks of the enemy ships glowed brightly as their breached plasma cells vented into the vacuum of space.

Admiral Reeve jumped when the alarm sounded on his control console, indicating an incoming stellar stream portal, the Ohm had arrived exactly as expected, dropping into real space next to the wrecked corvettes and powering up their weapons, readying themselves to hunt the Hercules.

“Sir, we’ve got four cruiser class, six destroyer class and a battleship class on sensors.” Chimed in the detection officer
“Bring them up in the main screen.” Admiral Reeve stated unwaveringly, “Gunnery control get me fleet wide firing solutions, it’s time to reveal our hand.”
“Understood, Sir, acquiring targeting telemetry now.”

On his word, the display on the Command windows flickered into life, the digital overlay highlighting warships, friend and foe. Reeve stared at the overlay intently, using the touch screen control pads to draw firing trajectories between his ships and the enemy.

“All ships, move to engagement positions, use the asteroids for protection, those plasma lances are vicious. Volley fire their shields, and when they go down blast the suckers into the stone age! Keep an eye on your ammo load, there’s bound to be more where these came from. We’re going to use the element of surprise, so all ships fire on my mark. 5,4,3,2,1… Mark!”

The fleet ripple fired a salvo from their linear mass drivers, the front of each ship erupting in a colossal white flash. The ferro-alloy shells streaked towards their target, and upon impact the Ohm ship shields flared enveloping them in a blue coloured shroud. The Ohm returned fire, purple bolts of plasma streaked into the asteroid field leaving a pink ionised trail in their wake. Admiral Reeve ducked instinctively as an asteroid exploded near the control bridge of the Deimos, showering the plastiglass window with shards of pulverised rock. He regained his composure and ordered the second volley. Another ripple of white flashes streaked out, the lead cored sledgehammer rounds taking their toll on the enemy shields. The shields of a pair of Ohm cruisers flickered and failed under the punishing fusillade, their armour being easily torn asunder by the heavy rounds. The Ohm ships continued to exchange fire, many of their plasma bolts being blocked by the asteroids, despite this one blast made contact with a Coalition destroyer, vaporising it.

“Sir, we have another stellar stream portal opening up! We’ve got large numbers of enemy ships inbound!”
“Understood, let us stop prancing around and fight this. Minotaur and Asterion, take out that battleship. Minerva, Athena and Venus knock out those cruisers and support the Minotaur and Asterion. Neptune, fire your missiles to wipe out the last of those destroyers. All other callsigns form up on the Deimos and the Hercules, and charge to war emergency power, were going to obliterate anything that arrives from that portal and drive it back to the depths of hell from whence they came!”
Reeve’s control console lit up with affirmative indicators as the fleet responded to his orders. The Minotaur class battlecruisers, Minotaur and Asterion, charged their linear mass drivers, firing scalpel turbopenetrator shots to try and overload the battleship’s shield screen. Thick grey clouds erupted from the Neptune as it fired it Javelin missiles, knocking out the three remaining destroyers, their shields crippled by the earlier accelerator volleys. The Hercules smashed through the hostile escort ships, her heat resistant plates absorbing the heat from the blasts, Reeve’s fleet were trying to get within broadside range, so they could use their secondary armaments. The Deimos fired her gravity torsion cannons, creating gravity pockets to twist and rend enemy warships.

The enemy reserves surged from the portal, large numbers of destroyers and cruisers accompanying battleships, their weapons already charged and ready to fire, plasma lance beams streaking into the blackness. In the centre of the Ohm fleet was a super dreadnaught, a monstrous construction that dwarfed even the Hercules. It fired its heavy plasma lance, a gouged a hole that ran from the bow to the stern of the Pluto, a Hades class battlecruiser and causing her power plant to vent radioactive gasses.
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The Deimos’ control room rocked as a near miss plasma blast detonated rocked the Deimos, Admiral Reeve steadying himself on his control panels. He cursed, “How are we supposed to destroy that Super Dreadnaught? It just gutted the Pluto! And there are half a dozen escort ships in flames! Our biggest guns struggle to touch it and it’s shields are just shrugging off our nukes!” He banged his hand on the control panel in frustration, “We have hit them harder! Fire control ready our Anti-Matter weapons."
"Negative on that Sir, we lost most of them when they gutted the Pluto and crippled the Sheol."
"Graviton bombs?"
"Depleted, destroying their cruisers"
"Dark Matter missiles?"
"The launchers on the Minotaur have been damaged and the Asterion's fire control is rebooting, after she took a hit to her computer mainframes"
"Damn, what about our Nova and Vortex munitions?" Reeve was sweating, worrying that he had overstepped himself, and that he was watching victory slip from his grasp.
"We've still got our full complement of Nova warheads, and the fleet has six Vortex warheads."
"That's something I suppose," he paused momentarily as the Deimos shuddered, firing her linear accelerator, giving him a second to think. "Someone highlight the Sheol on screen." the hulk appeared on the overlay highlighted in Yellow, it had drifted to knife fight range with the Super dreadnaught. "Fire control, draw a firing solution to the wreck of the Sheol, and engage with two Nova missiles, and target the rest on that super dreadnaught, salvo fire, two, wait five, then ten." Reeve's bridge crew unquestioningly obeyed his orders, knowing that to question orders would result in higher losses.

The hatches along the top of the Deimos opened, ejecting white smoke clouds, signalling the launch of the Nova missiles, sending them streaking towards their targets. The first two Nova missiles hit home, their melta warheads burning their way through the Sheol's hull. In seconds the hulk was consumed in a colossal purple blast, the antimatter bombs had sympathetically detonated, catching the super dreadnaught in the blast, its shields flared, overtaxed and collapsed.

A smile crept across Reeve's face as the shields fizzled out and the second salvo of Nova missiles struck, the hull of the super dreadnaught glowing a bright yellow. A cheer when up in the control bridge as linear accelerator shells slammed into the crippled warship, breaking it's back and sending it tumbling towards one of Helios' jungle moons.
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Postby Cheye » Wed May 20, 2015 12:50 pm

Hangar 12, District: #0021204, Vularia, the Vularia System, Renegade Space – 15/05/246(GEA)

The gunfire finally came to a halt as Captain Frey surveyed the damage done to the floors, walls and storage crates in the long hangar bay which housed the Red Dragon. Strewn across the hangar in front of him, twelve of his crew lay dead, their bodies fanning out around the now-disabled and heavily smoking droid ASA-631.

He twirled his moustache thoughtfully and grimaced at the gore. The crew had been unloading surplus cargo from the ship to make space in the hold, seeing as Admiral Keenstra wanted the Red Dragon to run as consort to The Godless on the heist, when they’d started taking sniper fire, two crewmen, both Vrilick in origin went down before the droid had tried to take a shot at Frey himself. Frey had then ordered the crew into cover, forcing the droid to alter its position, and allowing him to get a look at their assailant in the process. Upon seeing the droid moving at the end of the hangar, Frey concluded that the droid might be ASA-631 and ordered his crew to merely incapacitate, rather than destroy it when they returned fire. Ten more good crewmen and women had died before they’d finally brought the thing down.

“Captain Quinn for you sir.” A little Volura crewman stated, handing him a tablet computer casually. On it, the profile of Charles Quinn waited patiently.

“Ah Charles! Nice of you to join us.” Frey began, forcing a smile. “I’ve got your robot here, would you like to see the damage he’s done?” Frey flipped the tablet over and rotated it slowly around him, focussing on the smoking droid and the dead crew.

“Shit.” Came the reply from the other side of the machine. “…Least we’ve found him.”

“Yes. I assumed you must have lost the damn thing, but that wasn’t my first thought; I must admit my first thought was that you’d betrayed our little endeavour and were after revenge…” Frey replied nonchalantly and turned the tablet back over so he could see Charles’s face.

“I wouldn’t have done that.” Quinn paused before continuing. “I’m sorry for the loss your crew has sustained. You’ll be compensated from The Godless’s share of the prize.”

“Good to know Charles, my crew will be happy with that.” Jacob nodded respectfully. “But, I won’t be happy until I know why you kept this from me, from us? I assume the good Admiral was left out of the loop?”

Quinn grunted. “…I don’t know if I trust any of you yet, and I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that I’d lost the droid, didn’t want it to look like my house wasn’t in order. In case there were… Consequences, you know? Keep this just between us and that’ll earn my confidence in you at least.”

“I understand, and for what it’s worth Charles… I don’t know if I trust her either. Your secret is safe with me.” Frey smiled. “I’ll have a couple of men send the machine back to you and with any luck you’ll have it repaired in a couple of days and we’ll be good to go, depending on the schedule of course.”

“Brilliant, see you Jacob.”

“Charles.” Frey replied, hanging up the call.
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Postby Greater Latica » Wed May 27, 2015 3:54 pm

Helios III, Moon B
08 Sextember GEA 642

Kovak cursed as he trudged through the swampy mud that covered the vast majority of the surface of Helios III’s second moon. Mud caked his boots and the incessant heat was causing him to sweat heavily underneath his tunic. Born and raised by refugee parents on the temperate city world of Savlar, Kovak was unused to the heat and humidity and it was starting to get to him. He looked longingly at the climate controlled armoured carriers that ploughed through the water nearby. How important could these memory cores be that required the deployment of such large resources? There were three full regiments in this operational area alone, alongside armoured carriers and amphi-tanks. The hum of helicopter rotors could be heard cutting through the ambient noises of the swamp life, passing unseen overhead due to the thick leafy tree canopy.

Kovak’s personal radio crackled into life, “Corporal Kovak, the helicopters have found something in the marshland on the right take your section and check it out.”
“Understood.” Kovak responded, completely deadpan, looking over at the commander’s armoured carrier, where the officer was standing arm extended towards the flank.
Kovak cursed once again under his breath, leading his section off to the side into the thick tree line in a long searching line.
“Here we are, trooping through this green hellhole, being eaten alive by bugs, drowning in our own sweat and choking on these horrible fumes, just to find some busted wreckage,” Signaller Atel grumbled, fumbling at his pack straps trying to find a comfortable position.
“You forgot the scorpions the size of battle tanks, the sink pools, and the fact that in places the trees are so thick you can’t squeeze between them.” Commented trooper Draxal, wiping thick beads of sweat from his face.
“I know, it’s glorious, isn’t it? I absolutely love this place! It’s just like home!” replied trooper Aurent excitedly breathing in the air deeply. Aurent was a Sulfurite, a fact given away by his vivid yellow skin. Sulfurites by virtue of their biology were at home in warm environments, Aurent was born and raised on Yunglos, famed for its towering rainforests, not to dissimilar from the moon on which they now found themselves.

The foliage grew thicker the further the section advanced, the constant thrum of the helicopter overhead, scanning through the tree cover with its infrared cameras, guiding Kovak and his section towards their objective.
“Delta 2-1 this is Kilo Foxtrot Alpha 7-2, target is in a crater, two hundred metres to your front.”
“Received, the vines get thicker here it may be some slow going.” Kovak replied into his radio.
“Roger that. We’ll keep overwatch until you’re through.”
Kovak put down his radio handset, “Vlahovic, get us through these vines.”
Vlahovic wordlessly splashed his way to the front of the section, drawing his Kukri and began swinging it in wide heavy strikes, hacking away the vines, each as thick as a man’s arm. Vlahovic’s massive muscles rippled with swing as he slowly led the section onwards. He had to steady himself to keep his balance after the last of the vines fell to his rhythmic strikes and he broke into the clearing.

The clearing was surrounded by blown down trees; many had their roots sticking into the sky. Standing partially buried in the centre of the clearing was a towering construct made of a purple hued metal, covered in flashing blue lights, dominating the clearing. It created a disturbing blue glow in the clearing, reflecting off the water further enhancing the eerie nature of the crater.
Kovak picked up his radio, “Captain, I think we’ve found what we’re looking for.”
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Postby Cheye » Fri May 29, 2015 3:37 pm

The Godless, Central System, Triumvirate Space – 01/06/246(GEA)

As the ships hurtled through the StellarStream, Captain Quinn anxiously accelerated his pace as he headed towards the on board tech lab. He arrived to find Lieutenant Lacairn and Dr Karin, The Godless’s resident slightly-mad Vrilick scientist standing over a worktop on which rested the deactivated droid ASA-631. They had already recovered the data from the droid’s memory banks two weeks prior and had formulated a plan for the seizing, recovery and subsequent storage of the incredible fortune while they waited for the exact date of the repatriation – the first of the month.

Quinn, having taken the plan to his crew after these plans had been established, had had a hard time selling it to a few of the newer members who were not familiar with the politics of the Vrilick Confederacy or their currency. He had had to explain, with the help of Jax, who had a slightly better way with words, that the value of one Vrilick dollar, was in the metal from which it was forged; the high-value Vrilium (unique to the Vrilick home world Vrilimos) acted as almost a space-age gold, with each coin being made of 20 grams of Vrilium, and two hundred and fifty-five billion coins worth up for grabs on this haul. It was not as if the Vrilick Confederacy, the central government in Vrilick space, could alter its monetary policy after the fact and sink the value of the coinage. Furthermore, Vrilium was most valuable on the edges of Vrilick space where, politically, the Confederacy had never been able to entrench its power. The bulk of Vrilick worlds, falling outside the Confederacy, and home to scavengers, rural communities and reprobates, coveted the Vrilium that had made their central systems rich and thus attached an even higher value to its worth in trade. Therefore, if the pirates were patient, they could easily make an even larger profit off the haul they were about to net by exchanging it for Ascendancy Credits on one of the Vrilick worlds that bordered the Renegade Systems.

Dr Karin gestured to the deactivated robot and Quinn nodded, adding “Does it live?”

“Introducing the new and improved ASA-361!” Karin replied waving his arms dramatically as he removed a power modulator attached to the droid’s torso. There was a slow whirring sound and suddenly ASA’s ‘eyes’ lit up. The droid slowly rose and extended its arms, almost like it was stretching.

“[Indignation:] The cowards shot me!”

“ASA we know, that was days ago… And we need you to adjust to a few changes. You might need to alter your programming.” Lieutenant Lacairn cautioned.

“[Protestation:] What possible reason might exist for this unit to do that?!” The droid replied.

“Because the cowards who shot you are our friends now. We’re working with them on an important mission.” Quinn explained.

“[Confused:] Is this unit the only one in control of its senses; they killed the Captain! [Query:] What has become of the meat-bag who slew Captain Fenn? I pray he has been flayed like the vermin he resembles!”

“I am the Captain now! And Jacob Frey is commanding the Red Dragon in consort with us, look at him as a new part of our extended crew.” Quinn added, trying to assert his authority over the machine.

“[Uncertain:] I understand that you as Captain, must ultimately command this unit, but I also appear to have a strong internal commitment, correction; desire to fulfil my primary function of ruthlessly cutting down and flaying the meat-bag of whom you speak… [Observation:] You might call this internal desire… rage.”

“Well if you are feeling rage, I need you to bring it to bear against the enemy. We’ll have a fight on our hands soon and I can’t have you trying to move against Frey until all this is over.” Quinn ordered.

“[Compliance:] Understood Captain… Quinn.”

The on-board intercom suddenly flared and Lieutenant Mendez’s voice came through; “Captain Quinn, your presence is required on the bridge, we’ll be exiting the StellarStream momentarily.”

“Acknowledged.” Quinn replied, addressing the intercom. “Karin, see that ASA’s weapons systems are all operational, Darius you better get to the gunnery deck.” Quinn ordered and turned to leave, the Tura hot on his tail.

They walked together down the ship’s mid-ship deck corridor before they reached the elevators, Quinn had a chance to ask Lacairn about something that had been bugging him. “Darius, do you serve the Board or Admiral Keenstra?”

The Tura’s reply was instant, “The Board of course! I’m the closest thing you get to a patriot in the Renegade Systems.” He let out a laugh.

“Sure, but do the other Admirals know what we’re about to do? Something rubs me wrong about Keenstra but I can’t say what.” Charles grunted, unable to articulate his mistrust. “Frey agrees.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, if the Admiral was up to something then she’d have more to lose than anyone else… Crossing the Board isn’t something you can just walk away from… As Fenn learned.”

“But did Fenn cross the Board, or did he just cross Keenstra?” Quinn pressed. “I mean you remember what the Captain was like? He always looked like he was in their fucking pocket. Cutting them out like that isn’t something I’d see him doing… How did you discover that he was going to cross them?”

“I was contacted by… Admiral Keenstra, and told that they suspected that he was up to something and that he hadn’t been co-operating with the Board at all, according to her we were supposed to stay on Jisaria for a few months but that the Captain would be looking to take off sooner, reaffirm the loyalty of the men and get out ready to hunt the Vrilium. She told me to check ASA’s databanks but not to download anything in case I was found-out. I did, the details were there, and then he did exactly as she said he would, so I called it in. Just doing my duty.”

“Hmmm…. This could still all be on her. I smell a set-up. Now I know for a fact that Fenn spoke to Admiral Yutarian and Admiral Ohnaka as well when we were on Jisaria, I wonder if they will be able to confirm all of this…” Quinn said, more thinking aloud. “…Regardless we’d better get to our stations!”

Lacairn nodded, but a troubled look had overcome his knobbly alien face. Quinn added; “Keep this just between us; I don’t want to worry the men before a fight.”

“Understandable.” Lacairn said, stepping into an elevator heading downwards which had just arrived. “Good luck.” He added to Quinn as the doors closed, separating them.


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