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A Cold Galaxy (IC)

Postby Terminus Alpha » Mon Apr 27, 2015 3:44 pm

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A Cold Galaxy


Mankind was once united, in mind and body. In those days of the long past, the whole of humanity was contained to a single world - Earth. Earth was our homeworld, the place where we were born, aged, and where many met their ends. Life on Earth was no paradise, even at the height of Human Civilization on its surface. Wars were as common as they are now, there were more poor than rich, and we still combed it's surface for any resources. It was far from ideal and one could argue that the standard of living is much higher now than it was back then, but I digress. Our Homeworld was the only world that we inhabited for the first 10,000 years of civilization. It was in our 11th Millennium of existence that we became something more than just a one world species. Our ancestors began to settle the worlds and moons of their home system, spreading out like they did from the continent where they evolved. By the 12th Millennium, our home solar system was overpopulated and had run out of easily accessible resources. Panic ensued when this was realized. The nations that claimed authority over portions of Earth and of the Solar System began to infight and cannibalize each other, until only a handful of hyper-nations were left. They were able the coexist, until the Solar System was completely exhausted of most resources.

This began the Last Great War. Records from this time are scant, but they paint a apocalyptic picture - rationing was a way of life, superweapons fell from the sky nightly, scarring the land black and burning away it's people. Each world was it's own front, any resources left were stripped from the surface, and the people were either conscripted or, if they were valuable enough, taken to a temporary safe-zone. The War itself was the most brutal affair ever recorded. Conservative estimates place combat casualties in the hundreds of millions. Every scrap of land was fought for tooth-and-nail, down to the last man. Massive machines of war - Wonder Weapons - were deployed to shorten the war, but they only succeeded in inspiring other Wonder Weapons. Even when troops succeeded in securing a battlefield, their progress was moot, as some other front had been met with total defeat.

The Last Great War seemed to drag on forever and became a full century of death, destruction, and carnage. After this century of war, Humanity fully collapsed. All the resources that would sustain a state were gone in any measurable way, the worlds of the Solar System lay black and brown from the battles that were fought, and over a billion had died. All that was left was despair, depression, death, and rapidly deteriorating High-Tech. But, out of this seemingly hopeless situation arose an escape - quite literally I might add. In the early days of space exploration, writers and scientists alike dreamed of a cosmos that was full of life, and Humanity was to have more than just the solar system, colonizing other worlds faster than the speed of light. While those dreams had long been simple ponderings or projects that were not taken seriously, they gained new meaning in the Post-Great War world. The remaining states focused on escaping the dying Solar system as fast as possible, with as many people as possible. They employed anyone with a suitable degree and an imagination to work upon Humanity's Salvation, and many outlandish projects got the green-light and bore no fruit, but in the end, Humanity's desperate plan to flee the system worked - many times in fact. The synthesis of the first Exotics, which allowed theoretical FTL drives to actually function. Before human civilization fully collapsed in our home system, thousands of the "Salvation Shuttles" had departed for systems with worlds that were compatible with Humanity's biology.

When these ships landed on their new worlds, they found vastly different forms of life and vastly different climates, but Humanity was able to adapt. Many worlds were forced into genetic modification to survive the conditions upon their worlds, changing the base human form into something new and different. On these worlds, the descendants of humanity were born, still related to "mainline" humans, but in most cases different enough to be considered a different species. During this period of human colonization of the Galaxy, we also received that answer to the oldest question - Are we alone?

While the "Salvation Shuttles" were en route to their respective worlds, they heard only the transmissions from other shuttles. No garbled signs of non-human intelligence, and when the shuttles landed, no signs of intelligent life. We were - and are - alone. Since then, a few ruins and fossilized tools have been found, but they are dated thousands to millions of years in the past. It seems that the theorized "Great Barrier" to intelligent life was far in humanity's past, around the time when super-weapons were first discovered.

Most took no notice to this, the discovery that we were alone was something minor to most, who were more focused upon developing their communities and planets than wondering why we were lucky to escape extinction. These people would lay the foundations for the present day Galactic Community, for they labored in the fields and mines and factories so that their children did not have to. Much of humanity's progress had been reduced to datalogs aboard the Shuttles and the settlers of these worlds had to essentially begin again, starting from simple agrarian settlements and developing into the high-tech society we have today over generations.

As the worlds developed into an age where they could again they could leave their worlds, Humanity began to expand as it did previously, through colonization, war, and diplomacy. The once far-flung colonies of Humanity developed into nations in their own right - some greater than others. Three have risen to the status of Galactic Power, and it is the disputes and conflicts of these three powers that define our time. Hopefully we have grown out of our past of destruction, and the War of Our Time will not devastate like the Last Great War did.


Basically Humanity expanded into the Solar System, fought a massive war when resources ran low, and that war ended with everyone running out of the resources to make war. Then, everyone not dead escaped to the stars with FTL. Now we are following the tale of the colonies, after they have risen to above their former height.





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Postby Aterian Empire » Mon Apr 27, 2015 5:25 pm

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Frederick paced the room, the New Republic was getting quite annoying. The latest report on the border is that they did a hit and run attack on a major outpost and proceed to destroy its munitions depot and several other buildings. Of course the government denied that they had no involvement with the attack, however evidence proved otherwise.

"My lord what are we going to do about this?" Asked High General Val as Frederick paced the room. Frederick turned to him and sighed.

"Nothing as of now, but I want a spec ops team ready so once we come up with something we can strike their outposts"

"Yes my lord" said the General as he stood up, saluted and then left. Frederick was the only one left in the room, he looked down at the wooden desk and reached for a glass of whiskey and drank it dry.
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Postby The Fair Republic » Mon Apr 27, 2015 5:35 pm

K.C Solar Horizon- The Westernmost point in the Galaxy

Jack Root, officer and personal assistant to Mase Parker is holding a lunch tray outside his living quarters. He presses the button on the door and a retinal scanner starts. Once the scanner completes its check, the doors open and Jack sees Parker, the leader of The Key Keepers, an espionage organization whose operations involve smuggling of goods and exchange of secret information on various nations throughout the galaxy. He is by the window, looking at the vast nothingness of space.

"Ah Mr. Root, you're just in time. Place the lunch down my table, I have to talk to you."

Jack placed the lunch down by the table and joined Mase at the windown.

"What is it you want sir?" Jack asked

"Do you feel it Mr.Root?"

"Feel what sir?"

"The calm before the storm."

"The weather scanners didn't indicate any storms today sir. I believe you are mistaken."

"I'm not talking about the weather." The old man responded, allowing himself a rare smile. "It's another kind of storm."

"What kind of storm is that?"

"This storm Mr.Root." Mase responded. He walked over to a curtain and flipped a switch opening a hidden door. Inside the door was a 5 foot high wooden tower. It was made out out hundreds of small wooden planks, each in groups of three facing horizontal or vertical in an A-B pattern. Jack had to hide a fit of laughter. The old man finally seemed to be losing it. If he didn't choose a successor, The Key Keepers will fall into a civil war. "This is our galaxy Mr.Root. Every every, each planet, every person is interconnected in ways that not have yet to revival themselves. It looks stable and sustainable but, it is not. One tipping point, one minor event will set off a chain reaction that will send our galaxy into chaos." As he said this, the old man pulled out a single wooden piece from the bottom. The tower collapsed and hundreds of little wooden pieces crashed all over the floor making quite a racket. Jack just started at the mess, now he knew what the old man meant by a storm.

"Mr.Root, catch." the old man tossed him the wooden piece that was still in his hand. "Keep this and may it remind you of what I said today. You are now dismissed."

Jack saluted Commander Parker and back to the main deck, fiddling with the wooden piece still in his hand.
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Postby Toishima » Tue Apr 28, 2015 9:05 am

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"Forbidden City"


Since time immemorial, Akitsukuni had a curious system of two capital planets. Most outsiders did not understand this. Why reserve one entire planet for the upper class, wasting space on massive nature reserves when the resources beneath the ground could be tapped? Why guard this one star system of five planets with a force dwarfing that guarding the true political leadership and government infrastructure? The answer lay in the Akitsukunese belief that their Empress - and her associates - were descendants of the gods. A backward belief, in the modern galaxy, but nonetheless a treasured ideology continuously passed down. The Empress' status was already near-godlike, and few dared to go against her word.

None dared. The shame would be immense, cascading down to affect not only oneself but also one's entire family. There was no use for official punishments, for the shame and society would destroy them all the same. Her word was absolute. Even if the Empress was for all means and purposes 17 standard years old. This was the part outsiders completely misunderstood time and again. It was wrong to contradict Her Grand Imperial Highness, but by no means was she unquestionable. She was still mortal, and only the gods and spirits could not be questioned.

Miyako was the Imperial Capital of the Greater Empire of Akitsukuni. On this planet resided to top 0.1% of the population. Perhaps not the top in wealth, but the top in social standing. Half of the inhabitants were the Empress' extended family, plutocrats, religious leaders, high-ranking military officers (both retired and in the service), retired politicians and also the associates of the Empress, invited by Her personally. The other half were servants and their families, though most of this half was made up of the local Imperial Army garrison and the elite Imperial Guard. Living on cool Miyako was a privilege for the few. The few who could breathe the same air and stand on the same soil as Her Imperial Highness Herself.

The Empress Kikuko, Daughter of Heaven, Enlightened One, Eternal Leader of the Rising Sun, Eternal Progressive Leader of all Imperial Domains - the list goes on - was the daughter of the late Emperor Hiroshita, who was better known around the galaxy as the one who closed the Empire's borders for around two decades and then suddenly took over the neighbouring Spaceborne Democratic People's Republic of Chosonseom through military force. Kikuko was thirteen when the man died, one of the three children the Emperor sired. The middle one. The older one, by more than a decade, was Daisuke, who was infamous for renouncing his Imperial status when he was not selected as the Crown Prince, disappearing and apparently joining the Imperial Navy SNLF Marines. The younger one was Kikuko, just three years the Empress' junior, forever living in her sister's shadow and acting as her closest confidant.

Kikuko herself was unique amongst Imperial monarchs. She was the first Akitsukunese monarch to be born with a physical disability - she was born completely without sight. Of course modern technology could restore her sight, though the customs of the Empire meant that the Imperial Family's bodies were to remain pure. No modification. No illicit drugs. No tobacco and the like. They were pure. And without sight, Kikuko was said to "See no Evil" (Referring, of course, to the ancient Akitsukunese paramount of "See no Evil, Hear no Evil and Speak no Evil"), making her more pure than her siblings and other contenders for the throne, such as her many cousins.

So here was an Empire led by a monarch who was blind and underage by the standards of most of galactic civilisation, who resided in a palace with 8,888 rooms and covered an entire island by itself, located on a planet seemingly reserved solely for her and the people she allows to live on, guarded by an elite force of troops answerable only to her.

And that did not even scratch the surface of the immense democratic bureaucracy directly beneath her command.


Miyako, Imperial Capital Planet
Ukiyo Grand Imperial Palace


The rain poured down in sheets. It was that time of the year, the time of the heavy rains and strong winds, and the swarms of frogs and dragonflies that would appear after the sky cleared. For all the technology the advanced Empire had, they still lacked effective weather control. Besides, the Empire prided itself on their near-perfect recreations of pre-War Earth conditions through intense terraforming and introduction of cloned species throughout their Empire. It was much like Akitsukunese consumer products were stereotyped elsewhere in the galaxy - nice to look at, but all the same. And expensive as all hell. Modifying further through the destruction of nature or the manipulation of weather would go against all the work that had been done before.

Standing in the rain, at the side of the shuttle pad, was a man with an umbrella. He was old, roughly 60 to 70 standard years, hair greying, hairline receding and sloped back. His slouched due to age and not by choice, for his proud military uniform suggested a man of prestige. One hand held up the black umbrella like so many stereotypical Akitsukunese businessmen on other worlds. A marked contrast to his uniform was the helmet he wore, a black kabuto with gold trim. Rather than the peaked caps of all other services, this was the only military officer who could wear this particular headwear.

Shogun Akio Koubuin. His position was one of utmost importance and power - the Empress-appointed head of the combined Imperial Military forces. He was in many ways the military equivalent to the Prime Minister in the civilian government. Both hierarchies were beneath the girl in the throne. Both had their own discontentment with the situation. Both swallowed it in respect.

Through the deafening torrent the roar of engines became audible, and the glaring pilot lights of a Ki-57 Iruka shuttle cut through the near-totally grey scene before Shogun Koubuin. The sound of angry waves crashing against the seawall towards the left contributed to the din. Engines, rain, waves. The wind was very strong as well, and though the man did not show it he was struggling to hold the umbrella upright. The shuttle too was buffeted by the gale force wind as it hovered over the landing pad, slowly descending by the meter.

He was not alone out here. The elite Imperial Guards were always watching within the Palace walls. Somewhere out there, through the rain, perhaps snipers with thermal goggles were viewing the shuttle landing. They were under the direct command of the Empress, and Shogun Koubuin had no control over them. If they viewed him as a threat to Her Highness, they would kill him.

The shuttle finally landed on the landing pad, the hydraulic legs providing it with an arguably soft landing, the two wings folded up to met the tall dorsal fin. The ramp of the shuttle descended, and an Imperial Army soldier dressed in full combat gear and a green poncho-style raincoat charged out, snapping to attention and saluting before the wind picked up, blowing over his hood and turning the Shogun's umbrella inside-out. Shogun Koubuin waved to him to stand at ease as he struggled with his own umbrella. The soldier waved towards the shuttle, saying something inaudible.

There was nothing that truly needed to be said. The now soaking wet Shogun calmly stepped onto the shuttle, the soldier following. It was time to leave the Empress' side, and visit another. War was coming.

Everyone knew that.
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Postby Capsland » Tue Apr 28, 2015 11:35 am

Banking Headquarters, 'The Heart' Space Station, Jupiter
The space station orbited the gas giant. It seemed to be slow due to Jupiter's immense size and close proximity. Outside one of the windows was a planet filled with storms and on the other side was the depth of space with the occasional rock passing by. This station was the epicenter of the Banking Alliance's business, where the leaders of the council gathered to discuss money and where all of the companies and traders linked with the Alliance came to report on business or, very rarely, ask for a loan. It is here and The Heart where Chairman Arnold Fitzgerald issues out the new budgets to the smaller companies and redistributes the wealth around the Alliance.

This station is protected by the finest warships the Banking factories could build. With 2 Humanity Class carriers floating around the station, ready to release their squadrons of fighters if needed. There were also other varieties of ships guarding the station, needless to say, this place was becoming a fortress all at the expense of the businesses. Over the years Chairman Arnold Fitzgerald had been pumping more and more money into the military, doubling the Banking Alliance Defence Forces. The council weren't the huge fans of Arnold Fitzgerald's militaristic attitude and were quite reasonably afraid that he would just convert the Banking Alliance into a secure band of mercenaries, using the banks to support them. The council had been called to session in the Chairman's meeting room. Chairman Arnold Fitzgerald sat at one end of the long table while the other seven members of the council sat at the sides.

"Gentlemen... You'll be pleased to know that I have stopped the expansion of the military. Your money is safe. But, there is one thing. This Galaxy... it's on the verge of war again. I just know it. These separate factions will kill eachother, the galaxy will be divided and death and destructions will ensue. This is why I expanded the military all those years ago. I needed to be certain that the Alliance's investments were protected. Also, we need to assert our stance on the Galactic stage. We need to lets the factions know that the Alliance will not be thrown away to one side. I want them to know that the Alliance will stay by it's investments no matter what... It's time for the Alliance to expand."
The council members all looked at the chairman, then the leader of 'West Galaxy Bank' began to talk.

"Can't we just leave things? We're making so much money. Do we really need to make more? Even if the factions try to get rid of us, they will plunge the Galactic economy into chaos"
Then another leader interrupted.
"Only for about a year. This is clear, we need more troops to 'protect' our interests"
Then Arnold Fitzgerald stopped the two leaders bickering.
"Quiet. What's done is done. Now, this session is over. We shall have a session later today to discuss the budgets. You are dismissed"
Arnold made a leave gesture with his hand and sipped some of his wine. He swiveled around on his chair and stared out into the depth of space. A tiny blue spec representing Earth in the distance.
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Postby The Orson Empire » Tue Apr 28, 2015 6:28 pm

Central docking bay, Thorean shipyards, Thorea

A diplomatic shuttle with the Vandulian insignia painted on it touched down one one of the landing pads in the central docking bay. The ship's landing gear unfolded, and as it touched the surface, the gear magnetically attached to the metal pad so that the ship would be unable to move. Behind the ship, activity was abundant. The docking bay was enormous; it was 30 kilometers long, 15 kilometers high, and 15 kilometers wide at is maximum width. The docking bay could be used by cargo freighters that were hundreds of meters long (and numerous smaller cargo ships) to deliver much needed minerals and other supplies that were needed to keep the docks running or allow other ships to dock; from there, the supplies would be ferried along rail systems to warehouses or wherever else they would be needed. There were numerous docking bays like this, but this one was the largest.

An airlock extended from the diplomatic shuttle, connecting to another airlock which led to one of the main lobbies. This was necessary, as the docking bay was depressurized and open to outer space. On the other side, the airlock opened, revealing a tall man wearing a formal black suit with a red shirt (which reflected the tier he was in), surrounded by guards wielding Bullseye Laser Rifles. The man was Vashua Sorvisi himself, the Overlord of the Hierarchy. He was the leader of his tier and of all tiers, and a leader of a great galactic power. He was one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. In front of the Overlord stood by himself another man, who was apparently one of the shipyards's leading officials.

Not wanting to waste any time, the official spoke first. "Greetings, M'lord," he said. "Welcome to the shipyards. I suspect that you must be fatigued from your long journey from the capital. Would you like-"

"That will not be necessary." The Overlord cut the official off quickly, as he did not have time for the usual formalities. "You know what I am here for."

"Very well, M'Lord. Please follow me." The Overlord and his guards followed the official, and as they criss-crossed the various stations, the seemingly endless docks were revealed.

The Thorean shipyards were the largest orbital shipyards in Vandulian space. The shipyards were a series of massive space stations (many of them interconnected with one another in various groups) that completely encircled the planet Thorea. They were built up over several centuries, and soon reached the capacity to handle hundreds of thousands of ships at once, and capable of producing everything from small civilian ships to massive dreadnoughts. The shipyards were owned by Thorea Naval Engineering (TNE), one of the largest shipbuilding corporations in the entire galaxy. TNE had a virtual monopoly on the construction of warships for the Hierarchy, and through its various subsidiaries, controlled a significant portion of the civilian ship market (with its only competitors being much smaller companies); many of its products were also sold to customers outside of the Hierarchy. TNE also had an extensive amount of influence in the Hierarchy's government in the form of a defense contractor. Despite regulations on corporate influence, TNE received "special treatment", which other corporations often complained about.

Nevertheless, because the shipyards were so valuable, they were also a fortress, with numerous defenses (Such as hardened armor that could withstand bombardments, energy shielding, and various advanced weaponry and tracking systems) that made it very difficult, if not impossible to assault. There were also fleets in the area that could defend the shipyards. All traffic, whether civilian or military, was highly regulated, and supply deliveries were also regulated in order to ensure that supplies could flow in constantly and that the shipyards would never be forced to stop activity. The system worked so well that the shipyards have only been forced to grind to a halt a few times in the centuries they have been active. All weapons testing was done on Thorea's barren moon, in order to prevent damage to the shipyards.

The most highly protected areas were the construction zones of the Hierarchy's dreadnoughts, which were the capital ships of the fleet and the most powerful ships. The Overlord and the official had made their way over to one of these construction zones, which featured a new dreadnought that was still under construction. The Overlord prepared to board the dreadnought in order to see its progress.
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Postby Stormwrath » Wed Apr 29, 2015 1:50 am

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7 Mirabatz 1147 Post-Terra – Elise Standard Year
Regular Session of the Perseid Audience, Ridomaria
Elise, Seneca System, Alpha Quadrant


Ridomaria, the capital and chief city of the Perseids, was one of the jewels in the crown of the Federation. From first glance, it looked like a city that manifested from the white of marble, mixed with the gray of fabricated metals, the azure of glass and the lines of blue light highlighting the edges of buildings. All over the place, personal vehicles of all shapes and sizes filled the skies. Streets filled with life as people walked along the pedestrian walkways beside the hover cars that took the near dark portion of the road.

While it may not be as breathtaking and as splendid as the economic, cultural and technological hub that is Adelaide, Ridomaria's influence is cemented on the government's power fanning out like spokes to the rest of the dominions of the Perseids. The buildings that housed the facilities of the inner workings of the Federation speak volumes of the history and the power of the Perseids in the galaxy.

Majestic in its appearance and gargantuan in its scale, the Palace of the Perseid Audience does not contain an absolute monarch and his household living inside its walls. Nor does it contain the private quarters of a ruthless dictator who is only proficient at waging wars externally and internally, as well as keeping his cohorts happy through large sums of credit. The Palace has only quarters reserved for chairs and desks to rest in their designated spaces throughout each and every room and office hall. To accompany these inanimate objects and to bring them to life in some way, government officials representing the interests of the Perseid Federation clock in everyday to do three common things: reason out, deliberate, and enforce.

The matter that they are going to discuss today is going to be of utmost importance to the Perseid government. The Thylians and the Perseids have had a less than peaceful relationship for the past few decades, and the tensions between the two have remained above normal. Patrols along the Perseid-Thylian periphery have been intensified by both sides. While the Perseid Federation can handle the Thylians in case of armed conflict, its worry is its possible relations with the other two galactic powers.

President Daniel Molina had suggested to the Audience that they cement a formal alliance with the Bundesrepublik, a suggestion that has been looked on less than favorably. While the Perseids also don't have a harmonious relationship with the Rheinlanders, at least they seem to be more willing to be cooperative. The trade and non-aggression treaties sure proved that. Perhaps Chief Consul Harris Jung can give it a shot in the House of Consuls, since the House of Representatives seem to be in favor of stronger relations, by a small marginal difference.

It was a good thing that the Progressive Party has been in the dominant position in both houses in the Audience. Their goals include the cementing of friendly relations with other civilizations, for they believe that it is imperative that the Federation gains more friends. Two of their achievements is the establishment of formal friendly relations with the Seran Federation, with several treaties including mutual defense and trade; the other being formal relations with the Orion Hegemony. To achieve an alliance with the Bundesrepublik would add more public approval and support to their objectives, as well as another counter to the Thylians.

And all of this to avert conflict.

It had been a heated twenty minutes, with emotions starting to come out of the Consuls' expressions. Supporters for an alliance with the Rheinland argued for it just as vigorously as those who opposed it, and it looked like neither side was going to give in to the other. Hands flew all over with varying gestures coming from some of the men and women in the chambers.

"Those who call for an alliance with the Rheinland should consider this," explained a Consul, "We aren't sure if any gains have been made diplomatically with their government with the non-aggression pact. Our Consuls and even some of the members of President Molina's cabinet have their suspicions concerning them. The Bundesrepublik government also has the same reservations concerning us."

"Obviously they have held up their end of the bargain," countered another, "So therefore they have no ulterior objective. If they can uphold the non-aggression pact with our civilization, how much more are we to gain with a mutual defense treaty with them, much more a formal alliance?"

"We still need more time before our nation considers an alliance," a third Consul replied. "We may need to be cautious on which allies we choose so that we don't upset the current levels of peace and stability in the galaxy." The three galactic powers have proven to be vying for influence among the stars, and sometimes they would confront each other militarily, thereby raising tensions. The whole of humanity's dreadful experience during the Great Solarian War of ages past is still vivid in the minds of all. There is no way that these human star empires are going to repeat this tragedy on a galactic scale.

From the looks of it, the three powers have been at each others' throats for as long as they have begun to wield considerable weight on the galaxy's affairs. Ship after ship, weapon after weapon, they have continued to increase in factors such as size and lethality. An uneasy peace prevailed in the Milky Way, and a cold war kept the three from unleashing them to send all to the depths of the Abyss, in dust and ashes.

"I believe that the Perseid government has already observed them for the past twenty years, and there has been a growing call for entering into stronger relations. During this time, trade between the Perseids and the Bundesrepublik has substantially grown, especially with us receiving exotic matter from them and us giving metamaterials in return."

"We can't just conclude such because trade and commerce are going smoothly with them. I mean, we also have good trade with the Vandulians, Orionides, Seranians and the Corporate Sector."

Several more men and women stood up to state their opinions on the matter at hand. However, Jung had noticed that it was starting to erupt into a wave of heated arguments and flaring tempers. "Order, this is a democracy," he cried. "Now that we have reached the point where the debate may get out of hand, let us reach a consensus." The chambers fell silent.

He cleared his throat. "For those in favor of an alliance with the Bundesrepublik, please tap the first button on your respective seats. Those in favor of a mutual defense treaty instead of a formal alliance, tap the second button. Those in opposition to either, please tap the third button." The Consuls did so by tapping on the screen located on their piece of the tables they were in, and the display behind the Chief Consul tallied the percentage of votes. The dominant piece of the pie was the mutual defense treaty, meaning that the Perseids need more time to think about allying themselves with the Rheinlanders. However it also meant that they chose to trust them well enough to enter into this treaty.

"Very well, the House of Consuls has decided to strengthen relations with the Bundesrepublik through a mutual defense pact." He then swiped something on his podium and the next agenda flashed on the display. "Now, for our next agenda, the House of Representatives has passed a bill concerning the reorganization of…"


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7 Mirabatz 1147 Post-Terra – Elise Standard Year
On route to Daphne Deep Space Shipyards, PFXS Casablanca [FF-947]
Perseid-Thyllian Periphery, Alpha Quadrant


It can get boring sometimes out here in the stars. The emptiness of space cannot remedy the men and women of this ship from homesickness, no matter how much the stars may twinkle to remind them that they will return to their families one day. Neither did it lessen the tense mood that they had when they fixed their eyes on the holographic screens before them.

This was the case for the Casablanca and her crew. The Casablanca was part of a patrol group on the periphery of the Perseid Federation which separates them from their hostile neighbors, the Thylians. She was a modest ship compared to the enormous capital ships of the Perseids, but she was sufficient for keeping the limits as they were for decades. She was armed with defenses and complements for the frigate to last against those who have to get through her and her sister warships to pass.

So far there have been no intrusions into Perseid territory, at least from where the Casablanca was patrolling. Elsewhere there have been a few incidents at the periphery, involving either Perseid or Thylian civilian craft. Both sides have pointed their weapons at each other for some time now, going back and forth across their side of the line like a patrol dog, placing their fingers at their metaphorical triggers to whoever crosses the border first.

Today happens to be the beginning of her maintenance, since the Perseid military wants to keep their vessels at their best condition. The Captain of the Casablanca, Gerald Sigurrdson, had been ordered to return to the Daphne Shipyards for a process that will take two weeks. Currently they are outside of the gravitational influence of nearby stars, essentially the vacuum of the darkness around them. He said to his men on the comms channel, "Prepare for superluminal travel, I repeat, prepare for superluminal travel."

The Alcubierre Drive is a wonderful invention, perhaps the greatest invention that mankind has ever created according to some tech geeks. It was the device that has allowed man to break out from the confines of the old Sol System and out into the surrounding stellar domains. No space faring civilization would have survived without it, not even those who utilized stargates instead.

"Sir, destination appears to be stable, outside of the influence of any strong gravitational field. Preparing to activate it in a few moments."

"Good. Conditions on the exotic matter?"

"Supplies are still suffice," reported a subordinate. "Drive conditions are stable."

He turned his head back to his display and tilted it slightly upward to look at the view in front of the bridge. Little bright dots filled the black canvas, and flickered in the distance. Taking a sigh just as the crescendoing hum of the Drive was heard, the ship was enveloped in a warp ring, with the space in front contracting and the space behind expanding. Whoever must have assumed that the universe operated like a piece of cloth that can be folded in any way possible has been a very visionary figure in the history of mankind in space. This man, the Terran scientist Albert Einstein, may have not seen it coming that mankind would break the speed of light one day.

The ship felt a small tremor, a normal thing to expect when the ship is moving at superluminal speeds. So far the ship's condition remained stable, no damage was inflicted on the ship by the manipulated field of space. Hopefully it can still hold together for a few hours, for the universe may be testing her durability. Any slight miscalculation or malfunction will prove to be fatal for a vessel, as the warp ring that carried it gently across the galaxy may tear it apart.

A few Astronomical Units from the shipyards, the ship arrived after at least an hour of travel. Resuming to normal speed, space reverted itself to its normal form. For the rest of the trip, the ship's engines propelled her for the rest of the long and partly arduous voyage. The Daphne shipyards came into view on the scanner, which means that they are only a few minutes from reaching it. An AI Construct followed the orders of the Captain as he said, "Decrease speed gently, ready for docking."

The voice came back with a heavy Scottish accent. "Aye Cap'n. Reducing speed now, stay tight. It'll be all over soon."

"Don't sound like you're going to murder someone, Pitt."

"You know, you don't have a very good sense of humor ya stony-faced lad."

"Reduce humor settings to 60%." Immediately, the AI adjusted its personality settings to fit the Captain's orders.

The Daphne Shipyards is a massive structure indeed, one of many shipyards able to handle many thousands of craft of different shapes and sizes. Unlike the other powers, who have decided to put all their eggs in one basket – perhaps maybe two or three – the Perseids have created many of them to keep the ship production capabilities of the Federation high. The military-industrial complex of the Perseid Federation, composed of various armaments and defense contractors, may have helped the Perseids to remain as a great galactic power.

The Casablanca carefully positioned herself into a docking bay, while the shipyard authority control program guided Sigurrdson, who relayed the information over to the AI. Human maneuvering, no matter how careful it can be, can become faulty and incur collateral damage, which is why the AIs do the docking procedure. Once the Shipyards are happy with it, the locks come from their places and gently grasped the ship, holding it in place for the airlocks to extend to the doors of the vessel. Another airlock which faced the shipyards remained closed, waiting for the crew of the vessel to disembark and enter the space between the two airlocks. After all, they had nothing to do on the ship now that it is going to go through its maintenance routine, with the SACP and Pitt on standby to commence inspection.

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Postby Bulgislavia » Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:52 am

Senor System Planetary Ccoperative (SSPC) Space
Capital World: Artema

The Lepara Sea was the largest body of ocean on the planet of Artema, covering most of the planets northern hemisphere. The large Pangaea continent that wrapped around the planet where the straight of Comara fed into the Epillion sea which was half the size of the Lepara sea and was concentrated around Artema's south pole. Akkra the planets capital city occupied a large river delta area that fed into the Comara straight. At night you could almost see the coast line on the other side of the straight due to light pollution from the cities at the other end of the continent.

On a luxury ship off the coast from Akkra an obscene concentration of wealth and power were attending another political fund raising event.

The planets ruling Merchant Cooperative Council were all in attendance. The back deck of the luxury liner was shaped like a theater with great views of the coastline. Light pollution from the megatropolis of Akkra and its spires of sky scrapers spread across the coastline. Small lines of light weaved about the buildings, they were the hover vehicles of the cities inhabitants. Sky traffic.

Everyone in attendance at the ships fund raising event was smartly dressed in the latest galactic fashions of the elite. Jewelery was all custom made, created from rare luxury gems from far flung worlds. Fabric was all imported from abroad for the suits, gowns and robes.

All the members of the Merchant Cooperative Council took turns to stand before the attendees to discuss the state of the Senor System as well as raise a war chest of funds to finance new political campaigns to keep the edifice of corporate fascism churning along nicely. Eventually it was Marik Solok's time to speak at the podium. As the council appointed "Prime Councillor" he was the defacto leader of the Senor System (In theory the system is ruled collectively with guidance from the System assembly).

"There are those at the bottom of Senor system society that have grave concerns for the extreme level of inequality on Artema. To a few extremists there is even the goal of initiating a world revolution. If you sit here with proud of the great trader society we have created then I ask you to donate generously to our great institution. With the money raised more funds will be directed to the planets main universities as well as finance research into the issue. We will also be able to mount a strong public relations campaign to ensure that our system remains strong for more centuries to come, thank you" With his slicked back black hair, the dapper 55 year old smiled and waved charismatically at the crowd of elites who began cheering and applauding

Meanwhile further inland.....

Past the gleaming sky scraper lined coastline of Akkra city, further down the river was the location of a sprawling district of dilapidated and decaying sky scrapers and slums. The area's poverty had always disturbed the ruling oligarchs who saw it as a launch pad for revolution. Plans for demolishing the entire district and replacing the area into a luxury archeology were abandoned for a new idea that would see the construction of a massive luxury platform city that would cover over top of the slum.

The idea was being promoted on the corporate controlled main stream media and echo chambers as "A great job creator" that would "Revive the area" and "Create jobs and prosperity". However residents of the area saw things differently........

In a decaying 90 story construction site, revolution was being plotted (The original developer went bankrupt and committed suicide a decade ago and the sky scraper was never finished, resulting in almost 20,000 squatters to occupy the vertical slum).

"Its not enough they disenfranchise and bury us in debt. Now they plan on removing our right to sunlight by plopping an elite class platform city right above us!" yelled one passionate thug of a man. He was heavily built with a Mohawk and tattoo's down the right side of his body in a common "Artema tribal" look.

"Please be calm Oxmu" Said a woman who looked to be in her early 30's, with long wavy brown hair. "It is true we will never have a voice in this system, which is why we need to change it" She spoke calm and softly, in an attempt to ease the frustrated energy in the crudely put together flat.

"And how do we do that? They have all the money and resources of the system at their disposal" said a tall, thin man. He had a receding hairline and looked to be in his mid 40's. He looked quite intellectual, he was an ex university professor after all. "But Oxmu is right, the plans of the elite go far beyond disgusting. We need to act"

The thuggish looking Oxmu smirked confidently "What do you say Alina? Will there be revolution?"

The woman sighed "The Merchant Cooperative will not share power willingly.... Any attempts to challenge them will not be met peacefully. What about you Iluku?"

The slim academic ran his fingers through his dark receding hair "There is no faith in the System Assembly, we can not rely on them to change society. We must establish connections with people who will commit to the goal of changing the system and work from there"

"What about outside help?" asked Oxmu

Alina winced "I think it would be a mistake to try and create an indigenous revolution that resonates with the people if we accept any help from the outside, it will come with strings attached. Our goal is to free the Senor system, not turn it into a puppet state of some galactic empire"

The three continued to plan their move............
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Postby Krugmar » Wed Apr 29, 2015 2:49 pm

Lord Endrin Volohk
The Crucible, New Rome, The Golden House


"Beautiful ,isn't it?" announced Lord Endrin, as he watched the city below through the large pane of glass. They were standing in one of the many halls making up the vast palace referred to as The Golden House, and the Consul Aeverius looked up in surprise.

"Oh...? I mean, yes my Lord, sometimes it is hard to get to grips with the majesty of this place" he responded in a completely sycophantic tone. Endrin had no love for idle worshipers, but the fools were desperately loyal and loyalty was hard to find in these dark times.

A storm of boots clashing upon the ground thundered through the palace, Lord Endrin slowly turned around to see that some of the City Prefects were escorting a small group of Legionnaires through the never ending hallway lined with statues of each Volohk lord. The Praetorian Guard, mindless cyborgs whose removal of personality and wiped minds ensured their loyalty, grouped closer to their lord.

"My Lord Volohk, I have the honour of introducing his Radiant Majesty, King Somn of Saleheki" said a wimpish looking envoy.

"King Somn... your payments are very late indeed" said Endrin slowly and almost weakly. Most around him observed how unnaturally calm he was, and how softly he chose a tone to speak in. Some saw this as a weakness, and it gave them a false sense of security and confidence. Those more perceptive realised that this was a trait of someone who knew how powerful they were, and knew that exerting will through force was unnecessary.

"Lord Volohk, the payments that you ask are too much! You charge us the same every year, even though the threats have disappeared. My ancestors made a grave mistake in hiring your legions, which have disbanded my own armies and hold my planets to ransom!" shouted the King, a puppet unaware that he was tangled in strings beyond his control.

"Bring up the image" said Endrin, and the glass pane changed, showing a live feed from the planet Saleheki, from the palace. It showed King Somn's family kneeling against a wall, with dozens of legionnaires aiming right at them. "Your payments are late..." repeated Endrin, turning back to face the King.

"You cannot... I mean, please Lord Volohk, mercy! I will pay double, just do not harm my family, or me!" he pleaded, falling to one knee and shedding many tears.

"Your payments" said Endrin, before he leant down to Somn, "are late" he whispered. He waved his hand and the Consul sent the order, screams were heard as the royal family of Saleheki were massacred within seconds.

"You bastard!" shouted King Somn, standing to strike Lord Endrin, though he was quickly beaten down by those who had escorted him. "The nobles will not stand for this, they will-" he spat, before Endrin interrupted him.

"Will take your place, Duke Zaroe has expressed interest in paying on time, and so I have made him the new King. You should have paid your Radiant Majesty, you should have paid" calmly stated Endrin, slowly wandering away from the doomed man. He heard a neck being snapped, a short scream, and then silence, as he headed off for his personal study.
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Postby Dixmix » Wed Apr 29, 2015 8:56 pm

Planet Tythis,
Solar System Thaxis,
20 Days since departure from Carthigia
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I was tossing, screaming, and then the ship took a warhead at the belly. The shields absorbed the blow but another hit and the belly will be exposed. " All hands to your posts!" The ship I was stationed on, the Artifice of Maff, was one of the 300 ships that were part of the first skirmishes on the border of our sworn enemy, the Nova Sharks.

The Nova Sharks had expected an attack from us and knew we would give no quarter to attacking them and had invested in long range accuracy interfaces to defend themselves from us. They had a design of an outsider, but there was no shame in it. Besides, rumors have been spreading that the trading houses have started to band together and thing of a way to unite Pax once again.

I was running to the deck where I was assistant navigator for the short range jumps and interplanetary astrocartgrophy. I would soon be transferred to another ship after this battle as the leading navigator. However, things changed rapidly in a 20 seconds. "Assistant Seer Dawson! We need you on the screen and plot the safest course into the planet before we get torn apart. Bradley! Equalize power to the bottom shields or were going to get gutted!"

I rush to my seat and tried to interfaces while Bradley started to equalize the power. Though, it was all in vain as another warhead was skimming the light barrier and hit the belly of the ship and made an explosion that pushed the Artifice and made it drift into the planet's gravitational pull. The Capitan quickly got on the comms with a yell," this is Captain Riley. Get off the ship, it is a dead weight and we are either going to get killed or be captured. Get to the Escape Pods!"

It was true, the station was loading another round to destroy the ship. I grabbed Bradley, who was unconscious, and rush for the pods, which were ejecting into the firing sites of the guns. It was a gruesome sight as the particle beans tore into those that were close enough. I got into an escape pod with Captain Riley, who was waving his arms to get my attention as I strapped Bradley in first, then me with lastly the Captain.

He got the coordinates lock in and shot fast and low from the sights of the gun, at least it should. The pod detached from the berth and launch with the speed to dodge the and make planetfall. However, I blacked out and not knowing what happened to me or my crew until I woke up five days later.

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Postby The Orson Empire » Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:39 pm

Vandular

Vandular was the magnificent capital of the Hierarchy. It was the center of the Vandulian's civilization, as this was the very world they had fled to after the Sol System became depopulated due to the war. Vandular was the most highly populated planet in the Hierarchy, with a population of 6 billion. The population of the world was originally much higher, but many people migrated to the various worlds in other parts of the Hierarchy.

Much of the planet's population was concentrated in several spread out mega-cities. Nevertheless, there were still large, preserved areas of wilderness, which were home to much of the planet's fauna and flora. Much of this wilderness had been preserved on the order of the government, in order to prevent any further damage to the environment. Vandular was kept as tidy as possible, due to its high reputation and to keep the planet from being horrifically damaged by pollution and other man-made disasters.

As for the cities themselves, they were full of tall, gleaming skyscrapers that represented the wealth and prosperity of the Vandulian's, as well as immense activity and traffic. And then, there was the Capital District, where all of the Hierarchy's government institutions (as well as several headquarters of major corporations) were located. It was arguably the most beautiful and awe-inspiring part of the planet, as it was the center of power for one of the most powerful factions in the galaxy. At the center of the district was the Grand Complex of Lords, a large, circular building where the Lords and the Overlord convened to discuss matters of important. A lot of history had been made in the Grand Complex, as it was one of the oldest buildings on the planet. It had survived numerous wars and political turmoil.

In the sky above the Grand Complex, Overlord Sorvisi's shuttle, having returned from Thorea, flew past numerous hovercraft and other flying objects and touched down on one of the building's landing pads. The Overlord stepped out of his shuttle, followed by his guards, and they entered the Complex from a side door. The Overlord knew that the other Lords would be convening right now; he was in no mood to deal with them, as he already had the upcoming war with the Procyon Empire to deal with. Thus, he went straight to his office.



Helios, Procyon Empire

This war would be a piece of cake...or so the Vandulian High Command thought. High Command had convinced the Lords to spark a war with the Procyon Empire, a faction that they viewed as relatively weak. They only possessed a few planets and a navy of a few thousand ships, and they surely would be no match for a great power. High Command wanted to do this in order to flex their muscles and show the galaxy that the Vandulians were still strong militarily; they could also take advantage of the rich resources on the planet Helious, their target. The Lords were divided on this war; some felt that High Command was right, and others saw it as unnecessary and felt that High Command was being influenced by defense contractors, who would make a pretty penny from the war. Overlord Sorvisi sided against High Command, seeing the conflict as a waste of time. Nevertheless, the Lords eventually voted in favor of the war, but by only one vote.

Thus, the Vandulians announced their declaration of war on the Procyon Empire to the galaxy, and had immediately begun to mobilize their forces for the conflict.

On the order of High Command, a vanguard unit of 6 ships (1 destroyer, 2 frigates, 3 corvettes) traveled hundreds of light years across the galaxy, until they came out of warp in orbit around Helios. The vanguard unit was sent ahead of the main force in order to scout out Helios and relay intelligence back to High Command.

The captain of the vanguard unit watched the situation from the bridge his destroyer, while the bridge crew worked to coordinate the unit.

"I want the unit to stay back and out of site," the captain ordered on his com-link. "They could have a strong military presence out here, and we do not want to engage in any major fighting until the main force arrives."

Suddenly, the ship's scanners beeped with activity. "Sir, a Procyon ship has been spotted on the scanners!" one of the bridge crew would yell.

"Do not take any further action right now. We need to see if they react," the captain ordered.

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Postby Bulgislavia » Thu Apr 30, 2015 7:55 pm

S.S.P.C (Senor System Planetary Cooperative) Space
Capital World, Artema


The Merchant Cooperative was a large conglomerate umbrella containing massive corporate and commercial entities that dominated the economy and politics of the Senor System. One of the largest entities was the Senor Banking Collective (SBC). It basically controlled the systems banking system. However it was a minnor bank compared for the larger establishments across the Galaxy.

The SBC HQ in the mega-city of Akkra was a large monolithic structure made of strong heavy materials to give the building a sense of permanence. While it was towering above ground, the building was said to have just as many floors below ground. These areas contained vaults, top secret banking accounts and information as well as other machinery and infrastructure vital to the Senor systems banking establishment.

The President of the Senor Banking Collective was non other then the systems Prime Councillor Marik Solok. In the Senor system it was not considered a conflict of interest that he was personally in charge of the SBC and the system's defacto leader. While much of his responsibilities for the day to day operations of the bank had mostly been passed to a Board of Executives, Marik still held ultimate power in approving, initiating and rejecting proposals and programs run by the bank.

On one of the top floors of the tower Marik's desk was surrounded in holographic interfaces showing market trends, large money transfers and current investment and credit information. The information was quite grim and the recent breaking out of war between the Vandulian's and Procyon's already caused a slight panic on the Senor markets...

Many of the galactic powers seemed more self sufficient then ever, fewer and fewer interstellar investments were being made in the Senor System, a trend that had been going on for at least a century ever since the Senor system became a net importer rather then exporter. With rising import prices and the decline in value of SenCreds the situation was alarming to many insiders of the Senor political and economic system. Interest rates were already low to entice people to borrow, yet at the same time the SBC was running out of credit to loan. It could always issue more SenCreds, but inflation levels and the loss of purchasing power was already biting into the systems lower classes.

One of the executive board members of SBC entered Marik's office

"Ah, Mr Jurnik, I'm just reviewing the trends and forecasts" said Marik. He pushed a button on his desk and the holographic interfaces faded away.

"Yes, it is quite a worrying situation. If we can't deliver continual growth in shares and trends then the investors will look somewhere else" replied Jurnik, quite a gangly sullen man with a gaunt pale face and balding grey hair, still looking quite good for 80 years of age however.

"I believe I'm going to have to make a trip to Chairman Arnold Fitzgerald of the Galactic Banking Alliance. There I will submit an application in person for a loan of 400 trillion SenCreds. That should be more then enough to move the economy in the right direction"

"400 trillion? You don't think debt that large is too excessive?"

"It amounts to around 60% of the Senor System's GDP. We already have very low levels of debt and a credible credit rating, this is still a completely manageable debt level. It will push the systems overall debt to 80% of GDP. But I won't actually worry about the debt problem unless it equaled to 100% of GDP and over and I feel like that is still going to be quite a time before that day comes" Said Marik, he seemed completely calm and confident about the whole thing.

"And what would the SBC priorities be with this new package of credit from the Galactic Banking Alliance?"

"Well several things. It would strengthen the Senor Banking Collectives ties to the Galactic Banking Alliance, I want a cushy job with them once I retire from Senor System politics at some date in the future. It will also allow the SBC to continue its program of low interest rates and cheap loans. We can also begin construction of several great works on Artema and elsewhere, as well as provide military funding to the Guardian Council for the program of rearmament. Debt may not be a sustainable, long term solution, but it will work at least for the rest of our life time. Dealing with the consequences will be the challenge of one of the future generations" said Marik

The Executive smirked "I'll draft up some notes for the next board meeting"

"Yes you do that..."

As the executive left the office Marik began making preparations to visit the Galactic Banking Alliance's HQ and began delegating some roles to the Merchant Cooperative while he was out of the system.....
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Postby Stormwrath » Fri May 01, 2015 1:00 am

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9 Mirabatz 1147 Post-Terra – Elise Standard Year
Assembly of President Daniel Molina and his advisors, Ridomaria
Elise, Seneca System, Alpha Quadrant


The President had begun to feel tense with what is unfolding in the galaxy. Once the national story on the news ended, he turned off the holographic display in front of him and ordered the holovision to turn off, for now. It did so, and an orb came to him. "Mr. President, the Cabinet members and the presidential advisers are awaiting your arrival."

He stood up and tidied his suit. "Good, I will be there shortly." Tossing the remote onto his chair, he left his office in the Alcyone House and began his way to the meeting place. This presidential palace is the official residence of Molina, his wife, and his family of four children. Its interior was decorated with alternating patterns of wood gathered from the Nemew trees of Elise and the precious metals mined on this planet. A series of windows lined up to the right side of the hallway, separating the palace from the megacity capital outside. His orb floated beside him as he walked slowly.

"I understand that you are concerned over the Vandulian Hierarchy's recent belligerence," the orb said, "but the Procyonians aren't exactly a threat to the stability of the cosmos. I must ask, what is this meeting for?"

Molina remained silent. The orb was not to know about this yet. "You will soon find out. If I tell you, the surprise will be ruined." It wasn't the best thing to say to an artificial creation that can do anything except the exercise of its will, but that will suffice for now.

He arrived at the meeting room, with his presidential advisers and the members of his Cabinet seated opposite of each other. It is quite a dimly lit room, with the white lines of light giving off a decorative aura. Only the table in the middle of the room has sufficient light for them to see everything on it. Opposite the door are two large holographic screens. A silence filled the room, shattered by the creaking of the door.

They all stood up as they noticed the most powerful man in the Alpha Quadrant entering into the room. The man with significant sway over the galaxy was greeted by a series of Mr. Presidents from the other high officials of the Perseid government. His Vice President, Anastasia Belladonna, was the last to greet him. Molina made his way to his seat opposite the door, and everyone sat down. The orb just floated there next to him, and the guard drones stood watch around them. It was time to begin the meeting.

The President began, "Thank you all for coming at this time. I wouldn't have asked you all to come if it weren't so serious." He cleared his throat before continuing. "The Vandulian Hierarchy, as you may all know, has recently entered a state of war with the Procyon Empire. So far our ambassador to the Vandulian government hasn't had any concerns with them so far. However, this war of theirs with Procyon may put the Orion Hegemony, our ally in the Alpha-Beta periphery, on edge." The members gathered here seemed to be sightly apathetic. After all, the Procyonians are of no concern to the Perseids, and the government saw them as hostile.

A star map of the galaxy appeared in the middle of the table. It was made in three dimensions for an accurate assessment of distance from other places in the Milky Way. Currently, the map is focused on the Alpha and Beta Quadrants of the galaxy, particularly on the Alpha-Beta periphery that runs through the ancient human system of Sol, and consequently of Terra. No wonder so much tension is on this vital region of space. The Solarian Reach, in the heart of Orionide territory, is a region known to make politicians' hairs stand on end whenever a less than peaceful condition rises.

A military general from the group spoke up with a crisp voice. "The Vandulians have been flexing their military muscles once more, in a move that I would describe as comparable to measuring their dick to us and the Rheinlanders. Our best course of action is to ignore their increasing bellicose."

The Secretary of the Exterior voiced out, "I'm surprised that so far no moves have been made by us and the other galactic powers to institute a galactic authority so that wars can be mediated through international, or should I say galactic law."

"That's because the governments of the other two keep shooting it down," pointed out the Secretary of the Interior. "We should be focusing our efforts on pushing this plan forward to the galactic community and raise awareness from the Perseid citizenry if we are to avoid any more destructive conflict."

"We can't just sit here without having to decide on a course of action," said Belladonna to the rest of the officials. "If we are going to do nothing then the galactic community will perceive us as weak. If not weak, then as bystanders who have failed to do something."

The Exterior Secretary disagrees, "However if we decide to take action, whether it be economic sanctions or military action, tensions between us and the Vandulian government will increase." Any course of action – whatever they decide – is going to affect the balance of power or the geopolitics of the galaxy, one side or the other." The Exterior Offices have known that for years, and have constantly advocated the use of diplomacy, a stark contrast to what the Interior Offices, some Progressives and several war hawks have been saying.

The President wanted to remain cautious when dealing with foreign powers such as the Hierarchy. As his counsel discussed and supported their arguments and opinions, he said to everyone, "There is no solution in warfare. The increasing size, lethality and reach of weaponry has done little to deter men from using them. In fact, with them they think they are much braver, much smarter, when in reality they have no idea how much destruction they will wreak and the lives that will be taken in the pressing of a trigger or a button. Therefore, we must solve our problems with diplomacy first. A strong letter of protest should be given to the Vandulians to show our displeasure."

"Words don't change anything either, Mr. President," countered the Chief of Staff of the Perseid Space Navy. "If they have an army they can use it, and they will use it. I say we stand on guard to defend the Orionides from acts of aggression from the Hierarchy."

"No, we should be tactful. We are currently living in a time of peace and prosperity."

"A rather uneasy one," pointed out the Interior Secretary.

"Should we deploy forces to support the Orionides it will give off the wrong impression that this time is over."

"It is over Mr. President," said the Space Navy Chief of Staff as he tapped a few places on his holoslate. He predicted with the somber but clear tone of a doomsday prophet, "War is coming to the galaxy. If we wish for the preservation of the Federation, we should take action now."

"And we will," replied Molina. "We have to first observe before we engage. The scouts should go first, not the flag bearer." The officials nodded at his words. "Therefore, a communique will be sent to the Vandulian government, condemning their actions. The military should be on heightened alert for now. Until the order is given to intervene, our forces will not leave their current posts. Once again, thank you all for coming, you are dismissed." The Cabinet members and the presidential members stayed in their seats for a few more moments as they watched Molina exit the room with the orb following him. Belladonna was the first to leave her seat, and went after the president.

"Sir, we should probably inquire from the Audience first before sending the communique," she pointed out. There was no way that Molina is able to act on his own without their approval.

"I have already received clearance from them," he replied. "Chief Consul Jung and House Speaker Gessler have had similar concerns with me."

"That's because they're Progressives sir."

He chuckled. "No, it's not because they agree with me. In fact, they think I should be agreeing with them, since they are the heads of the Audience." Smiling, he made his way back to his office, with Belladonna parting and walking the other way.


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To: Overlord Vashua Sorvisi, Vandulian Hierarchy
From: President Daniel Molina, Perseid Federation
Date: 9 Mirabatz 1147 Post-Terra
Encryption: None


Good tidings, Overlord.

The Perseid government condemns this act of aggression against the Procyon Empire. Should your nation wish to preserve the current peace in the galaxy that we as its inhabitants enjoy and treasure, we ask you to relent and remove all Vandulian forces from Procyonian territory, or risk certain sanctions placed on the Hierarchy. We do hope you will consider, in the name of peace.


May all be well with you,


//D. MOLINA//
President Daniel Molina
Office of the President, Perseid Federation
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Postby Aterian Empire » Fri May 01, 2015 2:49 am

Arcadia, Procyon Empire

Emperor Frederick looked at the report "Damn, Damn, DAMN!" He said slamming his fist on the table, he was quite pissed as the latest report showed that the Hierarchy has declared war on the Procyon Empire. The Procyon Empire was smallish compared to some of the other nations around it, the Procyon Empire hasn't really done anything to the Hierarchy to make them push for war.

Then the General of the Navy, Army, and Air Force walked in, the three sat sown and waited. Finally one of them spoke

"Plan of Action sir? Also a sensor post picked up a ship on the edge of the system, a warship to be exact sir"

"Mobilize the military and start preparing the Federal Police for Paramilitary duties. I want a fleet ready in case they push farther in to Procyon space"

"Yes sir"

The Three left to preform their duties while the Emperor drank away at some sort of alcohol.

Helios, Procyon Empire

After the sensor station picked up a incoming warship a frigate the AEN Truth Through Bullets was dispatched to investigate this anomaly. Upon arriving, the frigate was in view of a Hierarchy warship, the Truth Through Bullets moved closer and closer to the Hierarchy warship. It was about half way their when the Captain ordered 'all hands to their battle stations' and the forward guns to be trained on the ship, then a message was sent out

Attention Hierarchy ship! You have entered Procyon space, retreat or be fired upon.



Truth Through Bullets, Trooper Arms locker

Pvt. Fern looked up form his folded hands, he had been praying that this small skirmish would be over soon. However the Hierarchy wasn't some some small time nation the Procyon Empire, it was a much larger power. He grabbed his assault rifle form the quartermaster and left for his station.
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Postby The Fallen Jedi » Fri May 01, 2015 2:27 pm

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The Communist Reich
Planetary Location: Reichstag Session - New Leningrad, Trier
Stellar Map Location: Scutum-Centaurus Arm, Delta Quadrant
Premier Edward Richtofen - Premier of the Communist Reich
Day 1 - The Red Menace Rides Again



Richtofen let out an annoyed sigh as he sat from the podium within the Reichstag, this debate had gone on for an hour and now Richtofen was getting slightly annoyed at the time it was taking for the Reichstag Committee to pass a mere military bill was downright ridiculous! "- You don't understand the potential repercussions such a military buildup could cost for the people personally, not only could it make us seem we are the warmongers, we could also face attack from the other powers of the Galaxy, this can't be allowed!" A member of the Democratic Party yelled, banging his fist down onto the table in livid anger. Not only did this cause Richtofen to rub his temples in annoyance, but this caused President Fritz Baeur, an elderly gentleman with white hair and even a shaved beard rose up "You are out of order here representative, you either sit yourself back down, or you will be dismissed from this session!" The Elderly Fritz Baeur warned as he sat down yet again.

Richtofen found this to be enough, so he cleared his voice before speaking "That is enough from every party within this session, I believe that this argument has gone on far enough and that I will have to step in." Richtofen stated as he stood, gesturing to a screen that appeared on everyone's table "For one, I understand the arguments and concerns from the members of each Delegation of whether we will be sanctioned by other foreign nations due to this Military Bill and how the increased emissions could possibly endanger the ecosystem of this planet, but -" Richtofen started, presenting his argument to the Reichstag Assembly "- If we are to properly protect our vast territorial expanse, it is a necessity to at least break the 35,000 limit, I am not saying we need to bolster our numbers by an additional 20,000, but I am saying that we need to bolster it by 10,000." The Holographic Projections then revealed a modified version of the Military Buildup Bill:


Communist Reich Commissariat Administration: Military Buildup Bill [Modified]
Proposed By: General Nikolai Krukov, Supported by Premier Edward Richtofen
Subject of Bill: To Increase/Bolster The Numbers of the Reich Armed Forces

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Preamble: Upon convening with the rest of the Reich High Commissariat Command, it has been noted that the current number of Military Starships and armored capabilities has been deemed unacceptable by the standards of the Commissariat and has thus resolved to not only improve technology in our hands, but to bolster and increase the number of Reich Starships. Thus it is our resolve to (at least) double the number of hardware within our grasp. We wish to increase the numbers of our current hardware and fleet numbers due to the sheer military power of our galactic neighbors in which it would be in our best interests to increase our naval capabilities in order to properly protect the sovereignty of the motherland that our officers strive to maintain and protect with their very lives.

We here at the Commissariat wish to express our sincere drive to increase our military numbers due to the increase of Military Based Activity all around the Galaxy, including the Vandulian Hierarchy and along with cultural and ideological differences, the Bundesrepublik Rheinland (However, we have reason to believe that there are no additional conflicts with the Rheinland, fortunately). Not only is it our fear of other galactic superpowers, but it is also the lack of "bite for our bark" which could also potentially cause our own warnings to be unheeded. The Commissariat also wishes for this Military Buildup to take place within the home system to maintain secrecy of this military quanity buildup, we hope for this bill to be passed with all deliberate speed as our analysts point out that that a potential conflict is bound to break out.

- Supreme Commissariat General Nikolai Krukov

Addendum 1: Due to the opposition this bill has recieved, the Commissariat has come to the agreement that we will not only decrease our expectations of this bill by 50%, but we are also willing to allow the factories out of the Home System in order to dissipate any type of suspicion from all other superpowers.


"As you all can see -" Richtofen started as the holographic projections began to dissipate "- High Command has not only been willing to decrease the expectations of this bill, but they have also expressed willingness to operate this bill out of the home system in order to decrease the collateral risk to our government and its people as well as the impact to the environment to our most geological stable planetary systems within our -" Richtofen stopped when a door slammed open, General Krukov quickly running into the session. Fritz Baeur rose up, opening his mouth "Let me stop you right there Mr President -" Krukov quickly stated as he turned to Richtofen "Premier, we have a Galactic Situation occurring, one of our close neighbors are on the move." Krukov said as he turned towards a Large Holographic Projector...
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Postby The Orson Empire » Fri May 01, 2015 5:29 pm

Grand Complex of Lords, Capital District, Vandular

Overlord Sorvisi was in his office in the Grand Complex, preparing to meet with Vandulian High Command at the War Complex a few blocks south. Since he was the commander-in-chief of the Vandulian Military, he would be in charge of all military actions taken against the Procyons, despite the fact that he didn't even agree with this war. Just as he was about to leave and lock his office door, he received an urgent message from the foreign affairs department, which appeared on the screen of his computer. After reading the message (which was from the Perseids), he let out an exacerbated sigh and collapsed back in his chair.

The Perseids were now threatening sanctions against the Vandulians if they refused to end the war with the Procyon Empire. The Overlord knew that the Lords reckless actions would cause this scenario to happen one day, and it finally happen. While some Lords protested the war, they had unfortunately been outnumbered by those who did. If the Lords refused to back down, then what? Would the Perseids up the ante and offer direct military assistance to the Procyons? This damned pointless war could spill over across the entire galaxy, once again driving humanity to the brink of extinction. At this moment, Sorvisi had begun to regret his promotion to Overlord, as he had to deal with the idiots and warmongers in the Vandulian government.

Alas, there was little he could do about it. The Overlord was not a dictator; his powers were limited, and most of the power was in the hands of the Lords, who acted as the legislative and executive branch of the government. The Lords were not even meeting right now, as hey had taken a temporary recess. The Overlord guessed that they would continue with the war, solely because their "sponsors", the defense contractors who illegally influenced the government, could make a pretty penny off of the war.

The Overlord decided to send a quick reply to the Perseids before leaving.

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Vandulian Hierarchy




To: President Daniel Molina of the Perseid Federation
From: Overlord Vashua Sorvisi of the Vandulian Hierarchy
Encryption: None

Greetings Mr. President,

Unfortunately, despite my position as leader of the Hierarchy, I have no control of when, or even if this war ends. Although it may seem like it, I am not a dictator; my powers are constitutionally limited, and much of the power rests in the Tier of Lords.

I will try to preserve and promote peace in this galaxy as much as possible, but I cannot guarantee that the Vandulians will back down.




Scinda

As the letter from the Perseids was revealed to the public, High Command decided to avoid mobilizing the entire Vandulian Military, in order to prevent any potential response from the the Perseids. High Command conducted what they called a "soft" mobilization, where only part of the currently active Vandulian Military would be mobilized in preparation for the war with Procyon.

This was primarily occurring on the planet Scinda, an Earth-like world on the outskirts of Vandulian space with a population of 300 million. It was the headquarters of the 7th Fleet, one of 20 fleets that made up the entire Vandulian Navy, which had assembled in full force over Scinda. The 7th Fleet consisted of 2,560 ships (1 dreadnought, 6 leviathans, 133 carriers, 180 battlecruisers, 300 destroyers, 600 frigates, 1,080 corvettes, 260 support/auxiliary ships, and thousands of fighters, bombers, and interceptors), and was preparing to deploy to Helios. Admiral Kodo Tarkar was leading the fleet; he was incredibly eager to begin the campaign and destroy the Procyons.

On the surface of Scinda, soldiers and other supplies were being transported into orbit. 7,000,000 soldiers had been assigned to the campaign, and all of them would be deployed onto Helios after the fleet arrived. As the soldiers ascended into orbit, large crowds watched in the streets of Scinda's various cities to see them off. As the soldiers, men and women, waved goodbye, the crowds cheered.



Helios

The message from the enemy ship arrived at the bridge of the captain's destroyer. It had threatened to open fire if the Hierarchy did not retreat.

"They must be suicidal," the captain remarked. "They are going to fire on a destroyer when there are 5 other ships defending it?"

"They could call in reinforcements at any moment," one of the captain's subordinates stated.

The captain grabbed his com-link. "Then we must disable that ship as quickly as possible." The captain then switched on his com-link. "All ships, remain on standby for further orders. As for this destroyer, I want all of the crew to take their battlestations and man those guns. You are to fire on the engines of the enemy ship in order to prevent it from escaping."

Alarms began to sound throughout the destroyer as the crew took their positions.

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Postby Aterian Empire » Sat May 02, 2015 1:44 am

Helios

"Sir! The ship is moving unit attack position and heading straight for us!" Said a ensign

"Prepare all cannons and Troopers! Once they are in position seal all hatches and bulkheads!

"Aye aye!"

"Also bring us into firing position and put a few laser cannons on them! I want to able to show them that we are not going down easily. Also contact command and tell them of our position!"

A faint "aye aye" slid out of the communications officer that was at his console which was behind the Captain, the Captain walked back to his seat and sat down waiting for the next move.
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Dumplings Over Flowers
Unstoppable Tide


Echizen
Imperial Akitsukunese Forward Base Ishiguro (2nd Continent Main Base)
Trench A15 (121st Infantry Battalion)
Free Republic of Jōdo Shinshū Echizen


Lieutenant Colonel Mayako Katsuragi sat with her legs folded, meditating. Her arms were placed neatly in her lap, her weapons lain out in front of her. A traditionally forged steel katana, rare on the battlefield compared to mass-produced titanium blades, and a more contemporary Type-89 assault rifle sat perpendicular to the soldier. The room was closed to maintain a serene environment, though it was in reality far from a serene environment. Perhaps she was praying for all the lives lost. Perhaps she was asking for guidance in the turbulent times to come. A communication device made a sound. She did not have to look at it to know.

Suddenly, she moved. She silently stood up and gathered her weapons with fluid, well-drilled movements. The sword was swung for dramatic effect, sheathed and clipped to the back. The bullpup rifle had a magazine unceremoniously forced into its receptacle, the charging handle raked. She grabbed the combat helmet - which intentionally bore a passing resemblance to old Samurai helmets - off the spartan wire bunk, pushing her hair aside and strapping it on. She was already in her plate carrier, the only protection most Imperial Army soldiers were offered, along with elbow and knee pads, and polymer shoulder armour than also covered the upper arms. In the background, a series of dull thuds could be heard.

So it has begun.

Turning, she moved towards the door, stale air pushing against the shrapnel-protective cloth half-skirt that hung from the waist. The uniform was a digital camouflage pattern made for woodland conditions, the material being a polymer weave that could withstand shrapnel and the like, with a minute amount of anti-laser evaporative coating also applied to its surface. A battlefield computer was attached to the wrist, a connected headgear providing a HUD and real-time information for each soldier. Akitsukuni loved tradition. Their soldiers still looked like they stepped out of a history book about the Last Great War or even before, down to the mud-stained puttees binding her shins and the long-unpolished black combat boots. People dress like Akitsukunese troops for historical re-enactments, damnit!

Katsuragi shoved the door open, raising one hand to shield her eyes from the sudden light. The sounds were magnified tenfold, especially the heavy machine gun position chattering away just a few meters to her left. Somewhere behind her was the occasional thumping sound of the Imperial Army's prized artillery batteries pounding away at the enemy, wherever they were. A flight of Type-31B Kujira bombers made their way far above, possibly from some orbital carrier or perhaps a forward airbase already erected on the planet. A squad of six infantry troopers and their exoskeleton-equipped support gunner stumbled past her in the muddy trench, the squad leader only bowing a few centimetres in recognition - There was little time for pleasantries.

The Lieutenant Colonel went in the opposite direction of the men, none of which she recognised and doubted she would ever see again. Though for their sake I hope it's just because there's too many soldiers in this army, and not because... She shook her head to clear her thoughts, ducking under a pair of steel beams used to bridge the trench for light vehicles to cross. Katsuragi emerged on a relatively shallow part of the fortification, two men crouching below the lip of the trench and firing at the enemy with their Type-89s. Just behind them, in the 'safety' of a pile of sandbags and a steel plate was another two men with KKJ-1 LMG, pouring rounds downrange.

It was then that she realised how disturbingly close the enemy was. She could actually see the Ikkō-shū troops and armoured vehicles moving in just around 700 meters away, the indigenous designs still disturbingly similar to the mainline Imperial Army vehicles. So soon? She roughly grabbed the shoulder of one of the riflemen. He looked up at her in bewilderment, before stammering out a stuttered greeting.

"Soldier, what is happening here? Why are the Ikkō-shū so close? What happened to the first defence line?" Katsuragi asked, taking aim with her own rifle and contributing to the chaos.

"Lieutenant Colonel, the Ikkō-shū launched a surprise attack just ten minutes ago. The first line was unprepared. I know nothing else, ma'am!" The soldier yelled back over the noise.

"Very well. Carry on," Katsuragi ordered, handing the soldier one of her spare magazines. She broke into a run, rushing down the trenchline, pausing only at a crossing point to allow a Type-24 Ni-Yon main battle tank to cross. Without a thought for the superior officer waiting impatiently for them to cross, the tank stopped and fired a 120mm round, deafening the Lieutenant Colonel and the squad of riflemen on the other side. The soldiers of this squad were unruly and swore at the tank as it passed, speaking in the local dialect. A glance at their weapons confirmed Katsuragi's fears; they bore Type-93 assault rifles. This was the last-century rifle of the reserve forces and new, 'field-recruited' forces, often POWs or local rebels incorporated into the Imperial Army as temporary troops in times of severe need. So we're short on men on all fronts that the locals have to be called in to serve Her Imperial Highness. 'This is bad' would be an understatement.

Upon arriving at the forward command post Katsuragi was given more distressing news. The command post was a scraped-out hole in the ground with a concrete roof hastily erected over it. The hole had a holographic table in the middle, some communications and command apparatus - along with their operators - in the corners of the room and hardly anywhere to step without a cable beneath one's feet. A server cabinet hummed in the corner, providing battlefield networking for the immediate region. Within the cramped space, six junior officers jostled for room around the hologram table, displaying a 3D representation of the battlefield, while smaller holograms represented officers in other locations. Occasionally the holograms would flicker off, indicating the worse. Katsuragi immediately demanded to know what was going on.

"Colonel!" A captain saluted and bowed, confusing Katsuragi momentarily, "the enemy has breached our front lines and is currently attacking our secondary line. They unexpectedly crossed the Midori-Tai river earlier this morning, contrary to earlier reports that suggested they were unable to do so. It appears we misjudged their ingenuity - orbital reconnaissance reveals they used civilian barges from upriver to get across. Our left flank is also collapsing. Enemy troops are currently within the 123rd Battalion's trench system. Reinforcements are still two hours away. Orbital assets are currently tied up with remaining enemy space forces, and the attacking enemy force is in possession of ground-to-space weaponry. Aerial assets are trying to thin their numbers, but are suffering heavy casualties."

"Casualties in the 121st?"

"Unconfirmed, we don't know how many escaped the forward trench. Upper estimates predict the total loss of 1st Company. Reports suggest some troops are still fighting within the forward trench system."

"Get Colonel Ogiso, I want to request a formal retreat to the secondary trench system immediately. They're 700 meters away! We have to hold the line here, now!"

The captain fell silent for a moment, then suddenly snapped to attention again.

"Ma'am, I must inform you that Colonel Ogiso is dead. Colonel Katsuragi, you are now in command of the 12th Infantry Regiment."

Katsuragi let out a sigh of resignation. This is war.

"Very well. Issue the order to fortify the secondary line immediately," she began, gesturing at the hologram table, which suddenly showed a single red line headed directly for the command post itself. They had been distracted by her own field promotion that they had missed it. Out of nowhere, a deafening shriek was suddenly audible, and the newly-promoted colonel looked up at the blank ceiling, a single fluorescent tube hanging dangerously via a spool of wire.

What in the Empress'...

Then the concrete roof was ripped off and the room's occupants were thrown to the ground by a massive explosion.


Oki Islands
Miyako
Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni


The teacup trembled, ripples forming on the surface of the yellow-green liquid within. Shogun Akio Koubuin withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. Before him was an old woman, Madoka, whose name the Shogun did not know. Only she knew her own birth-name, for she was Madoka, religious head of the Empire. The Shrine Maiden of Shrine Maidens, she had supreme authority over all Shinto matters, or at least the Akitsukuni brand of 'Imperial State Shinto'. On paper the Empire was a secular state, free for all religions. The reality was far removed from that ideal. To maintain loyalty to the Empress across people of so many planets and the inevitable branching of cultures, the concept of Imperial State Shinto was propagated. Originally an offshoot of the Shinto religion, its deification of the Empress and the heavy emphasis on nationalism and protection of the Pure Land - Akitsukuni - was useful to the Imperial government.

So they co-opted it. Forced on the people through mass missionary efforts, constant propaganda and even secret enforcement forces, Imperial State Shinto was one of the only matters that the Imperial Government really enforced, down to the provincial level. Like what was occurring in Echizen at the moment, wavering from Imperial State Shinto bred disrespect for the Empress and often the government itself. Open rebellion would soon follow. Other religions were welcome to exist alongside Imperial State Shinto, but all had to subscribe to it.

The three most important people in the Empire, besides Her Imperial Highness, were thus the Prime Minister, the Shogun and Madoka, in that order, though the balance of power was constantly shifting. It was only in truly dire times did any of them request a meeting between themselves, away from the Empress' knowledge for whatever reason. And what better place to hide than amongst the Empress' own ancestors?

A picturesque chain of islands in the middle of Miyako's largest ocean, the Oki Islands were the traditional burial grounds of every Akitsukunese monarch. The mostly wild landscape was dotted with shrines and tombs to the Emperors and Empresses of the past, watched over by stone statues and traditional terracotta guards. By the monarch's own request these guards could be of any form - Emperor Kōrei requested for Imperial Japanese Army soldiers from the 20th Century, for example, and Emperor Suinin requested for modern Imperial Army troops. Empress Kikuko had yet to decide what form she wished her guards to be.

Besides the skeleton crew of custodians that maintained the tombs and a small team of human Imperial Guards, the island was very silent. No robots were allowed on the island, even for security or surveillance, to preserve the sanctity of the dead monarchs' bodies from the scourge of technology. Besides, nobody would be able to trespass on the islands due to their remoteness, and few of Miyako's inhabitants would dare to do so or have a good reason to desecrate the tombs. They only came to pay their respects.

The three leaders' meeting was to take place on a beach near the shuttle and helicopter landing pads. Madoka had arrived on a boat from her domain, the islands of Himiko on the very same planet, where the Imperial State Shinto cult held absolute power as a sort of state within a state. The woman herself was old with grey hair tied in a bun, sitting upright and kneeling on the other side of the table in a traditional tea ceremony posture. Her face was painted stark white with red lines descending from her eyes to her neck, representative of the tears shed for the Empire's children, fighting and dying so far from home. Or something. Shogun Koubuin was somewhat disturbed by her appearance.

Annoyingly, the man who had called the meeting was late. Madoka had been hours early, and the storm over the Imperial Palace had delayed Shogun Koubuin's arrival, though he was at least still on time. Shogun Koubuin did not blame him, though. He was apparently coming straight from Kagoshima, while Shogun Koubuin and Madoka had already been on the planet. Furthermore, the Prime Minister was always a busy man. Apparently.

Madoka offered no small talk. She barely moved since Shogun Koubuin arrived, and he wondered if she had been in that position before he had landed. He still could not decide whether to address her as 'Madoka' or 'Madoka-san', as a name. He wasn't even sure what kind of word the title actually was, since the word Madoka in its name form was so widespread in the Empire. His own niece was named Madoka. Yet another unfortunate vagueness of the Imperial State Shinto.

Thus the two leaders stared at each other for close to half an hour. One in part Samurai regalia and military uniform, another in a kimono and facepaint. These were the people leading one of the more powerful non-Superpower factions in the galaxy?

A Ki-57 Iruka shuttle finally arrived, gliding in over the horizon and landing on the pad. If the other two leaders appeared odd to outsiders, Prime Minister Koizumi equalised them with his normality. He was dressed in a simple black suit and tie, the only cultural adornment being the half-skirt attached to his waist, which fluttered at knee level as he walked. From his wild hairstyle to his cunning eyes, to the disarming smile and the hands which signed a hundred papers a day, he could easily be recognised as a politician anywhere in the galaxy that still had roots to old Earth culture.

Madoka finally made a move, smiling at the Prime Minister, her wrinkles accentuated. Shogun Koubuin stood and saluted curtly. Likewise, Koizumi bowed to them both before taking his seat at the round table. Shogun Koubuin dismissed his two Imperial Navy SNLF Marines with a flick of his hand. The men, who had been watching from some distance away, turned and marched off.

It was a surreal sight, to say the least. A round table, with two chairs and an elevated wooden platform for Madoka to kneel on, sitting on a beach against the setting Miyako sun. Koizumi spoke first.

"My friends, my sources tell me that the galaxy is moving towards war," he said, matter-of-factly as he did when addressing national problems like interplanetary piracy. He then fell silent to let the words sink in. They all already knew this. Shogun Koubuin was unimpressed, and Madoka serenely closed her eyes.

"We are prepared, Koizumi. The Imperial Military is at its prime. Even now, we are fighting against the Ikkō-ikki on Echizen. Piracy has dropped to record low levels. The border with the Communist Reich is fortified to no end. My own son is serving there. The Empire will ride out this galactic conflict like it always has," Shogun Koubuin replied aggressively, "let the barbarians destroy themselves while we prosper."

"It is not so simple, Koubuin!" Koizumi was likewise unimpressed by Shogun Koubuin's boasting, "this is not another regional conflict. My sources tell me that the entire galaxy is on the march to war. The Vandulian Hierarchy has declared war on the Procyon Empire. Battle lines are being drawn and alliances are being forged everywhere. We simply will not be allowed to sit this one out by the realities of the situation."

"Do you suppose the fighting would reach here? They are quite far. Even if they do, I have confidence in my Imperial Military's abilities."

"It is a danger we must face. Furthermore, the Communist Reich is our greatest shield but also a great risk if they align themselves with nations that want to destroy us. Then our sovereignty will truly be destroyed."

"I still believe it will not make a great impact on our peaceful part of the Galaxy. What says the head of the Imperial State Shinto?" Shogun Koubuin looked to Madoka, who had been silent during the entire exchange.

Madoka cleared her throat, tipped her head slowly, then lifted a small cube from below the table. Within the glass cube was a single butterfly resting on a miniature plant, a bonsai of bonsais, as the Mikamis of Himiko liked to grow them.

"When the butterfly flaps its wings, a cyclone is formed elsewhere," she simply said, removing the top of the cube with one swift motion. The butterfly took flight, the two men alternating between watching the brilliant blue insect and glancing at the religious leader.

"We cannot stop the galactic march to war, nor can we avoid it," Madoka said gravely, her expression unreadable, "when the butterfly flaps its wings..."
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Postby Aterian Empire » Sat May 02, 2015 10:19 am

Outside of Akitsukuni space

An Arcadian Frigate dropped out of warp space, it had taken them a few Arcadian days to reach the border of Akitsunkuni Empire. Many Arcadian teachers and citizens compared the Akitsukuni to the ancient Empire of Japan, which was largely true, however more modernized. Aboard the Frigate Angel's Flight the diplomat and her security team prepared for the inspection teams that where going to inspect the ship, also the Akitsunkuni required that all ships are to be inspected before they where to enter their Empire.

The captain of the Angel's Flight looked toward the ensign that was manning the communications console "Send word to the nearest Akitsunkuni border station or outpost and tell them that we are here on diplomatic terms." He said picking up an apple and eating it, then he turned to the Internal systems console "Raise the temperature a little so we don't freeze the inspectors"

Two "Yes sir" came form both consoles, they went to duties and the captain sat in his chair and continued to eat his apple.
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Planetary Location: Reichstag Session - New Leningrad, Trier
Stellar Map Location: Scutum-Centaurus Arm, Delta Quadrant
Premier Edward Richtofen - Premier of the Communist Reich
Day 1 - The Communist Reich Prepares For War



"War is very much inevitable people -" Began a Political and Military Analyst who spoke on the Reich News Network as he was talking to a newscaster over the phone line "How do you assume that war is soon to come, I mean just because the Vandulian Hierarchy is attacking a lesser nation does not mean that war is soon to come on a Galactic Scale." The Newscaster replied with usual calmness, believing that the conflict between the Vandulian Hierarchy and the Procyon Empire was just going to be a simple conflict. "Forgive my impatience Comrade -" The Analyst began as he spoke "- But if you look at our stock market here and the latest Military Based Movements all around the Galaxy -"

A screen containing a map of the Galaxy and the collective military conflicts between the Hierarchy and the Empire, and even the DMZ between the Communist Reich and the Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni was shown on the screen"As you all see here, It seems as if the entire Galaxy is readying up for war, the Hierarchy is beginning its campaign into the Procyon Empire, and not only is this occurring, but if you notice the border between the Reich and the Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni is that the Empire is bolstering it's forces at our border just because of this aggressive assault on the Procyon Empire by the Hierarchy, I'm not saying that the Empire of Akitsukuni is going to attack us anytime soon, but that they too are growing suspicious of the growing con-"

Within moments, General Krukov turned off the Holographic Projector Screen before turning back to the Reichstag Session "It seems that the peace and tranquility within this galaxy is beginning to come to an end my friends and considering that we are within the boundaries of both the Empire of Akitsukuni and the Hierarchy, we are likely to be forced to pick sides on this war and I'm afraid that joining the Hierarchy will be a death wish for our nation considering that at this very moment, the Empire of Akitsukuni is reinforcing the border between our two nations." Krukov said to the Reichstag session before showing a real time image of the DMZ between Akitsukuni and the Reich, causing everyone except Richtofen to rise up in shock.

"Now the question you are all asking is why our closest neighbor, and even an ally is placing a massive fleet by their side of the DMZ..." Krukov then began to walk up the main aisle within the atrium "- The answer is that they do not trust our intentions in this war, unless we do one thing, we prepare for the oncoming conflict against the Hierarchy and -" Krukov then turned to Richtofen with a predictable smirk on his face "Premier Richtofen, what do you think would mean prepare for the conflict against the Hierarchy?" Krukov asked before Fritz Baeur banged his fist on the table, absolutely livid "General, you are out of line!" President Baeur shouted in anger. Krukov quickly looked up to the President "Mr. President, might I remind you that the Galaxy is dangerously close to the verge of war and that the Reichstag Session has proven incapable of coming to a decision regarding the bill!" Krukov reminded the President.

"Well we had no idea an event like this was to occur!" A representative for the Communist-Authoritarian explained, trying to sway the General who then turned around, a frown on his face "That is no excuse Mr. Representative, the Reich is the possibly one of the last embodiments of a nearly forgotten ideology, this is exactly why we MUST prepare for this oncoming conflict with all deliberate speed, we cannot afford to wait no longer!" Krukov exclaimed. Premier Richtofen chuckled as he rose up "General Commissariat Krukov -" Richtofen began as he spoke to the entire session "I believe that your explanation of this oncoming conflict has convinced myself and President Baeur here that we must also show the Galaxy that the Communist Reich will defend the people just as our predecessor, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin." Richtofen said as he then turned to the session of people.

"People of the Reichstag, let us follow General Nikolai Krukov's example, we are the last followers of Communism and we must show the Galaxy that we will defend the rights of the people and the sovereignty of the state of the Procyon Empire unless the dream of our socialist state that Vladmir Lenin aspired to maintain will die out!" Richtofen exclaimed, raising his hands to the representatives "Shall we appease the General of our armed forces and the spirit of our Reich and defend the people?!" Richtofen exclaimed as the session rose up and started clapping their hands, their obvious support over the Military Buildup Bill

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Postby The Orson Empire » Sat May 02, 2015 5:10 pm

War Complex, Capital District, Vandular

At the War Complex, the Overlord arrived to meet with Vandulian High Command about the war with the Procyon Empire. The Overlord and dozens of admirals and generals met in the building's central conference room, where they were all seated at various tables. The lights had been dimmed slightly, and a holographic map of the galaxy appeared. It zoomed in to the Procyon solar system. Near the map was Grand Admiral Vero Zapal, who as presenting his plans for the war. Everyone in the room quieted down so that they could hear him.

"This war should be over relatively quickly, so I have taken the liberty to present a simple plan of action," Zepal began. The map then loaded the various planned positions of the Vandulian Military as the war continued.

"The war will begin with the seizure of Helios, our main target. We will establish space superiority and rapidly overwhelm the enemy ground forces, taking out any necessary major targets with orbital bombardments and attacks from our own ground forces. We already have a vanguard unit at Helios, which is currently providing us with useful intelligence. If the Procyon Empire does not sue for peace immediately after Helios is taken, then we will have no choice but to up the ante. We will have to create a more detailed plan, but our forces will advance through their solar system until they reach Arcadia, the Procyon capital. An orbital bombardment will lay waste to Arcadia, and any ship trying to flee the planet will be destroyed."

"This is insanity," the Overlord interrupted. "You are going to completely lay waste to Arcadia, killing millions of people? Do you not understand how much outrage this would create across the galaxy? People already consider us to be warmongers because of this stupid war!"

"The Vandulians must show that they are still a strong military power," one of the generals would say. "Procyon is simply an easy target."

"Do you really mean that, or are you just saying that to please your "sponsors", the defense contractors?" The Overlord replied. Soon, conversations began to erupt throughout the meeting.

"Everyone, please calm down," Zepal would say, trying to keep order. "If necessary, we can alter the plan, but that does not change the fact that we have already declared war and the Procyon's are most certainly mobilizing their forces. We have no choice but to act."



Helios

The 6 ships moved into position, and then the captain finally gave the order.

"Open fire. Do not cease fire until I give the order."

The gunners aimed the destroyer's heavy railgun cannons at the engines of the enemy ship, and then opened fire. For the first time in many decades, the Vandulians had fired shots at an enemy ship.

"I want the marines to prepare to board the enemy ship. Keep as many people on board alive as possible, so that they can be interrogated."

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Postby The United Remnants of America » Sat May 02, 2015 7:58 pm

Edge of Cygni System, Outer Territories, Seran Federation

The exploratory flotilla had already left the system's colony of Quel'Cygni, which was in itself a contested system, known widely as an international trade system, which is what placed it on the edge of Seran space and as the only Seran holding in the Outer Territories, meaning the name was a misnomer, since there was only one territory.

2 Battleships, each 850 meters long, aimed for the edge of the system, away from the warpgates that connected the Cygni System to the rest of Seran space. In between the battleships, an exhumer mining vessel, two freighters, a two cruisers, a destroyer, and four frigates sat between them. The dozen ships were the exploratory flotilla on their way to finalize an alliance with Toishima. Toishima was distant enough that the group of ships would need to start their FTL drives at the same time. Hopefully, the fleet would enter into the same pocket due to this and make it to Toishiman space together. This was going to be the first major FTL jump of Seran ships in recent history. FTL drives on Seran ships were only used for travel within star systems. Anything beyond that was the purpose of the warp gates, and anything over a kilometer in length needed a cynosural portal to travel through. No, this meeting was for more than just a diplomatic relationship, it was a test of the limits of Seran FTL technology.

On board one of the battleships, a man stood on the bridge in nearly full armor, sans a helmet. He had something in common with the majority of the crew of the ship in that he was Seran, meaning he had the usual olive skin tone and dark black hair. However, this man wore his combat armor, and he had cybernetic, chemical, and biological alterations to his body. On one side of his mohawk-bearing head, he bore a tattoo, 10. The number wasn't just a fashion choice, it was a unit number. His coded name was 10 Raydrik, and Raydrik was an Immortal, one of the fifty super-soldiers and commanders of the Seran military forces. As the countdown for FTL takeoff hit zero, and the dozen ships rocked into a pocket of warpspeed, Raydrik squeezed the bridge's railing and mentally accepted command of this mission.

Two Months Later
Edge of Sanuki System, Nankaidō Sector, Toishima

Proximity sensors blared across the battleship as the ships were forcefully yanked out of FTL travel. The sensation was, to say the least, utterly terrifying. Raydrik, for one, was bolted awake from a bunk from a pleasant dream. The crews of the Seran ships had been living on rations for two months, and the only thing stopping them from remembering that they had a two-month trip back was the adrenaline of the mission and the fear of the proximity klaxons.

[i]"All crew to emergency stations, all crew to emergency stations, several unidentified ships closing distance." Raydrik grimaced at the loudspeaker message as he took off to the bridge to get a handle on the situation. "What is going on? What's happened? I fall asleep for an hour and we get damned."

The nearest crewman saluted Raydrik and nodded, "Immortal, Sir. The entire exploratory fleet was pulled from FTL space, much like our interdictors do. We believe the incoming ships did it, and that they are Toishiman ships. They have not contacted or hailed us yet, but we expect them to shortly. What are your orders, sir?"

Raydrik leaned forward on a counter and read sensor readouts of the surrounding area. Twelve Seran-ID'd blips of varying sizes were being confronted by about a dozen blips marked as 'unkown.' "Tell the crews of the ships to stand to. Only fire if fired upon. I want us cautious but not stupid. Have the destroyer arm its anti-ship rapid-plasma blasters in case the ships are hostile. If and when they hail us and ID as Toishiman, let's open up comms with them and allow them to board. I've heard from the initial diplomatic vessels sent to Toishima that they're kind of paranoid, as is to be expected. We are as well. Now go, get the word out." The crewman nodded and walked off to give the order off to the rest of the fleet. This was hopefully going to be the last extended-duration travel to Toishima.
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Postby Toishima » Sat May 02, 2015 8:26 pm

花より団子
Butterfly Wings


As the meting concluded, the fluttering of the butterfly's wings truly did shake the Empire, as predicted by Madoka. For while the Empire's leaders returned to their opulent residences and the Empire's troops fought the religious fundamentalists on Echizen, the foreign powers were indeed on the march to drag the last bastion of civilised humanity with them...


Near Ōsumi System
Outside Saikaidō Sector
(Border Sector 767)
Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni


The Arcadian frigate did not have to wait a long time before they received a response. As soon as they had entered within a certain zone, automated sensors had picked them up. If they had entered Imperial Space through warp, as they lacked the proper clearance codes, they would have been yanked out of warp by a gravity well generator, with the same result. By the time their message was sent and received, the enforcers of the Empire's space border were on their way.

Three knife-shaped, black, 485-metre long Kabekage-Class stealth destroyers suddenly appeared out of warp at long-range combat distances, protective panels sliding open to reveal the red hexagons on the hull; long range laser lance arrays as the Empire made them. As soon as it was determined the Arcadian ship was non-threatening, two of the destroyers skulked away, their entire presence barely registering on the Arcadians' sensors due to ablative stealth plating and powerful sensor scramblers. The remaining destroyer moved at an ominously low speed towards the Arcadian frigate, eventually stopping next to it.

Fear was a weapon, and fear alone was able to keep 70% of the illegal Reichan border crossers or any other immigrants from moving any closer. The Imperial Navy Defence Force Border Defence Fleet knew this, and employed it as best they could. But these were diplomats, so a diplomatic hand was required.

"Attention, Arcadian diplomatic vessel. This is the Imperial Akitsukunese Navy Defence Force Border Defence Fleet, Destroyer Satsuma IV. Welcome to the Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni. An inspection team will be over shortly."

At the same time, a Ki-57 Iruka shuttle, the workhorse of the Empire, emerged from the ventral hangar bay, gliding over to the Arcadian frigate on three wings in a "Y" shape. The usually-white shuttle was here painted matt black with blue markings of the Imperial Navy, showing that it was definitely not a VIP transport. Without a second's pause they requested to board. Things were to be as quick and efficient as possible.


Sanuki System
Nankaidō Sector
Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni


Elsewhere in the Empire, other forces were also approaching. The Imperial Akitsukunese Navy Defence Force Border Defence Fleet maintained a series of gravity well generator stations at the edges of the frontier systems along the Reichan border, as well as a much higher density and amount of patrols than on the wild space borders. They were friendly with their communist neighbours, but there was always cause for alarm. Rebels and other undesirable groups seemed to enjoy using the Empire as a safe haven from Reichan authorities, and there was always the perceived danger of a Reichan suprise attack on the Empire - Barbaric communism was inherently unfriendly to monarchies, and definitely near-absolute ones like the Empire. It just took one hardline leader to rise to power in the Reich and the region would all fall down. Thus justifying the DMZ between both powers.

Shipping and civilians could pass with the appropriate clearances and electronic visas. Due to the danger of violators hiding within large convoys to mask their lack of clearance codes, larger groups were automatically interdicted indiscriminately, as well as to prevent the threat of a large-scale invasion force attempting to slip at least some ships through the border. The whole system was expensive and impractical on the scale it was employed, but was effective enough.

The Seran delegation was two ships too many. The AI on the Sanuki Border Defence Area Large-Area-Type Automated Gravity-Well Generator Station thus autonomously created a gravity field that tricked the Seran ships' FTL drives into thinking they were in the vicinity of a Red Giant, forcing them out of the warp right at the edge of the system. A jarring experience for the foreigners, no doubt. Simultaneously, an alert was sent to Sanuki System Border Defence Area Command, orbiting the uninhabitable planet of Mitoyo. The command staff there then called up the nearest border patrol fleets to encircle the enemy.

It was this absurd though prevailing attitude to all 'intruders' - that they were instantly enemies - that led to the Border Defence Fleet getting most of the action it did, with every action along the Reichan border an overreaction that kept the Navy crews on their toes.

As soon as the Seran ships were fully out of the warp and in confusion, two full Kabekage destroyer 'wolfpacks', complete with their Itachizame-class cruiser 'handlers', short-range warped into their vicinity. Each wolfpack consisted of seven Kabekage-class ships, headed by an Itachizame-class that usually sat out patrol activities and coordinated their charges. The individual stealth destroyers would go on solitary, aggressive hunts for intruders within a designated area, remaining ready to warp to each others' aid at a moment's notice.

The first wolfpack emerged ahead of the Serans, and the other in their rear, in a textbook interdiction and entrapment. The stealth abilities of the Kabekages close to the non-stealth capable Itachizames were negated (it was neccessary for a large, visible fleet when intercepting the usual rabble), though four further-out Kabekages escaped detection and were moving to flank discreetly. At almost 700 metres the cruisers were still smaller than the Seran battleships, though perhaps the tactical situation would change if the Kabekages all simultaneously disappeared from scanners and fired their long-range lasers.

But warfare was not the main goal here. An officer with a heavy Akitsukunese accent hailed the Seran fleet.

"Attention, unidentified warships. This is the Imperial Akitsukunese Navy Defence Force Border Defence Fleet, Cruiser Akebono VII, head of Squadron 349. You have passed through the Akitsukunese-Reichan Demilitarised Zone and have entered the space of the Greater Galactic Empire of Akitsukuni. You have been interdicted due to Section 87, Subsection 38 of the A-RDMZ Establishment Document. Stand down your weapons, identify yourself and state your purpose."


Echizen
Imperial Akitsukunese Forward Base Ishiguro (2nd Continent Main Base)
Trench A15 (121st Infantry Battalion)
Free Republic of Jōdo Shinshū Echizen


Lieutenant Colonel Mayako Katsuragi - No, Colonel - picked herself up from the ground and pulled herself to her feet with the cracked and sparking remains of the hologram table. The whole command bunker had been thrashed by whatever hit them, the roof nothing more than a few jagged chunks of concrete and steel rebar, and the equipment inside mostly malfunctioning. A few of the operators were dead as well, thrown against the ground or the wall by the attack. The captain from before was squatting at what used to be the bunker entrance, firing his rifle.

"Captain! What hit us?" Katsuragi asked, moving towards the lower-ranking officer and grabbing her own rifle off the floor where she had dropped it. Upon reaching the half-doorway, her eyes widened. There were dead Ikkō-ikki and Imperial Army troops right in front of them. The enemy was closing in, at least 300 meters away only.

"ATGM. They suddenly rolled in on gunships, then dropped a bunch of airborne on us. A squadron of Hagetakas happened to be close by, took them out," the captain replied, taking down to enemy soldiers with his rifle. They were already starting to enter the most forward trenches, but they were not yet-

One of the remaining radio operators suddenly let out a cry as bullets tore into him and his console. An enemy Ikkō-ikki soldier, his head wrapped with a white cloth, jumped into the command bunker from the side. Katsuragi spun around and emptied a three round burst into the religious fundamentalist. There was suddenly a large amount of yelling and gunfire as turbaned-Ikkō and helmeted-Imperial began battling all around the hole that was once the forward command post. Ikkō-ikki in the defence perimeter!

"Everyone out! Drive them out of the trenches! Communications, give the order to hold ground! Call in everything we have!" Katsuragi yelled, quickly taking on the mantle and demands of her new rank. Grabbing a corporal on the shoulder, she pulled him to his feet and threw him a rifle from the ground. She personally led the charge out of the ruined bunker and into the trench system.

Close-range fighting had begun within the deeper plastic-reinforced trenches around the command area. Ikkō-ikki soldiers swarmed into the fortifications from an unknown breach, some taking up positions on planks high above to shoot Imperial troops funnelled and trapped below. The roar of chemical flamethrowers and screams of burning men was audible in the distance, but who was using it on who was not clear.
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Postby Tracian Empire » Sun May 03, 2015 7:46 am

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The Thylian Empire
"Empire of Empires, Ruling over those who rule"


Thylium, the Imperial Capital of Nova

Julius II Therin, the young Emperor of the glorious Thylian Empire was standing on one of the many balconies of the Imperial Palace, looking at the capital.
There was a time when thousands of worlds were shaking when hearing the name Thylium. There was a time when Nova was filled with life, and the Imperial Palace was a monument for the glory and the opulence of the Empire. But that time was long gone.
At 18 standard years, Julius was indeed very young, and he was now the Emperor of a collapsing Empire. The decay of the Empire was visible everywhere.
The Imperial Capital was now half deserted, as the population entered a great decline. The palace was visibly affected by the increasing number of earthquakes that were happening on Thylium, despite the efforts of the workers to repair it. Inside, the palace was almost empty. Long gone were the times in which expensive paintings and decorations were everywhere to be seen. They had to be sold, in order to pay the salaries of the soldiers in the last Thylian-Perseid war.
Even the gems in the Emperor's crown were fake. The real ones were sold in order to repair the damage provoked by the first rebel attack.
A few centuries ago, the rebels took control of the greatest battleship the Empire had ever constructed, the pride of the Imperial Starfleet , the Golden Dragon. The rebels crashed it on the Imperial Capital. Some of the damage was visible even today, and the attack marked the beginning of the end.
While the sun was setting, an earthquake started. A small time this one. Julius didn't even move. He just started to sing the Imperial anthem with a low voice.
"Truth and hope in our fatherland.."
Suddenly, the Imperial tower,the highest building in Nova collapsed.
"And death to every foe.."
The Imperial geologists had no explanation for the increasing number of earthquakes. Luckily, the Imperial tower and most of the surrounding area were abandoned a few decades ago.
A miracle was needed to save the Empire, and Julius knew it.


Somewhere near the Perseid-Thylian border
A battleship, two destroyers and a carrier of the Imperial Starfleet had been following more rebel ships for the last days. Probably the FTL drives of both the Imperial and Rebel ships were at their limit, because the Rebel ships stopped and turned to face the Imperial ships.
The alarm started on the Imperial ships.All hands man your battle stations.
Alexander Xiliphinos, the captain of the battleship Omega and the admiral of this small fleet was looking at the rebel ships. The situation was pretty tense on the deck of the battleship.
"Admiral, will you give the order? We are very close to the border with the Perseids.", asked a lieutenant.
It was a hard decision, but Xiliphinos had to make it. They have been following these rebels for too long.
"To all pilots! Launch the Wyverns! In the Emperor's name, let none of them survive!"
The AC-43 Wyverns, the main Imperial fighter spacecrafts were launched. The battle had begun.
"I hope we won't cross the border, Assaya help us."
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Postby Ecaria » Sun May 03, 2015 1:55 pm

Planet: Soul
Stellar Sector: Soul of Mankind
Territory: Dominion of the Soul
Galactic Quadrant: Delta


The Dominus, leader of the entirety of the Dominion, looked upon the holographic table that laid before him. In it, he saw his neighbors, all of whom were heretics as they refused to accept the word of Our Savior and festered in their sinful ways. Corporate Sector in particular was nasty den of vice - mistreating its lower ranks for the profits of a fat few. Their glorification of personal profit and selfishness was the highest of sins, the worst of violations. They quickly and unsustainably exported the resources of the Galactic Core to whoever was desperate enough to bankrupt their people for a distant war. Their direct border caused ceaseless friction did not allow Corporate ships through Dominion territory, forcing them to go roundabout and take far longer if they wanted to reach the galactic east.

To the northwest of the core, and the west of the Dominion, laid the Bundesrepulik Rheinland. A massive superpower that was near the core as well, and fielded far more men than the Dominion had, as well as far more territory. While the Dominion's population was rapidly growing due to forced reproduction programs, it could not go it alone in this galaxy. Corporate Sector could call upon a massive numbers of mercenaries.

Nonetheless, while all other nations were sinners, the Rheinland, as well as a massive military order named the Legions of Volohk, who, while heretics, also sought to bring order to the galaxy and end the violent insurrection of other nations. Unfortuently, these Legions stuck to a heretical code of conduct with zealoutry.The Dominus had no intention of invading the core until all things were put together - and even then, it may be better to expand outward rather than inward.

The best thing to do was simply send diplomats to probe what each nation wanted, even Corporate Sector, and see how open they were to the Dominion's Dogma.

Once the orders were sent, the Dominus sat upon his golden throne. As he was about to relax, one of his general came in to give a military report, frustrating him slightly but nonetheless giving him a task to do.

"Your Holiness, I have come to give you the materials you requested."


"Ah, yes, those. Please hand them over and present any news you have."

"Yes, Your Holiness, here you go."

The Dominus' guards took the materials and handed it to him, as even the greatest of generals could not be trusted to directly touch the Dominus.

"As you can see, our population and military caste is rapidly expanding. Our comrades in the Clergy have enforced a fertility enhancing program as well as forced reproduction across the systems. As you requested, a majority of the new births shall be Crusaders in the first round, and will be drafted into military upon reaching maturity. The second round and after shall be more balanced, and contain more Artisans as usual."

The pointed at a new statistic present on the hologaph.

"As you can see, industrial production is kept on a constant war-time basis. We expect to double the size of our navy within the next production cycle. Our Clergymen have coincided the maturity of the next Crusader generation to reach maturity at the same time the industrial cycle should be complete."


The Dominus viewed the results himself. The one aspect he had that but the Dominion above others was the complete control of the population he had - a free market, while better for the people, would make it difficult to enact population programs and industrial initiatives like this. It was for this reason the Dominus was hesitant to go to war soon, as the colonization of eastern and northern systems ensured that he was already growing exponentially.

Finally, he spoke up.

"Thank you, my servant, Humanity has much to benefit from these policies. We must continue expanding into the colonial systems west of Scutum-Centauraus Arm and north of the Norma."

"Yes, Your Holiness, but then why the military expansions?"

"You can never be too careful."


Planet: New Berlin
Territory: Bundesrepulik Rheinland
Galactic Quadrant: Gamma


The Dominion emissary shipIllumination descended the vast skyscrapers and mid-air traffic towards the Rhineland's capitol. The Emissary, belonging to one of the few castes given especially individual names as foreign nations liked them, was called Lucius Arren, remembered the schooling he had learned about the Bundesrepublik. As an emissary, he had lived his whole life living about foreign nations, Lucius specializing in the Rhineland as all emissaries must specialize. He had been chosen by the clergymen in command of him to be the word of the Dominus to the Rhineland, and intelligence indicated a new military factions had risen to prominence. The Dominus wanted to know how friendly they were.

Approaching the capitol, the ship slowed down significantly to stay away from the actual city proximity so the Emissary's ship could open up comms with the ground crew at the capitol.

The pilot began speaking.

"Yes, this is the Dominion ship [i]Illumination requesting docking permission. We have no weaponry and will allow security teams to search the ship before exiting."[/i]

The Emissary hard crackling on the comms, but as they were linked to the pilot's helmet, he did not hear the response.

"Understood, we will allow scanners before actual docking."

After that, the ship began moving more quickly up to normal speed before approaching the capitol. It slowed down just before the docks, and moved to a crawl as drones surrounded the ship and began scanning it for weapons or explosives. After five minutes, the drone turned green and left for the security station. The Illumination began docking shortly after.

The bureaucracy had to take art too. Customs and security still weren't done. Armed police searched the ship to ensure no contraband or weapons the drones may have missed were present - then gave them the all clear. The pilot and his staff went to the dock registry to record the ships entry, while Lucius and his diplomatic staff got onto a private transport to a personal residence the Dominion had rented for diplomatic staff.

Upon arrival, Lucius opened up comms and requested a message be sent to Senior Marshal Wolfrham Gustav Niemann, as the Dominus had instructed the military be contacted before the civilian government. He opened up comms with the Senior Marshal's office staff an requested a message be sent through.

To: Senior Marshal Wolfrham Gustav Niemann of the Bundesrepublik Rhineland
From: Emissary Lucius Arren, word-bringer of the Dominion of the Soul

Greetings!

My name is Lucius Arren, and I speak on behalf of the Dominus, Dominator of all Mankind, and distributor of justice. The Dominus has instructed me to establish official diplomatic relations with the Bundesrepublik and begin cordial negotiations.

I would like to ask permission for a private communication between you and I in person, as I would need this permission to even enter the capitol building. Thank you for your consideration, and I look forward to further collaboration.

Sincerely,
Emissary Lucius Arren
Commonwealth of Ecaria

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