The Galactic Republic [Political| Sci Fi| IC| Closed]

[Novas Arcanum]

Portal to OOC|Portal to the Galactic Senate

It is the dawn of a new era in the United Galactic Republic. Everyone could feel it from the bustling ivory towers of Cosmopolis to the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim. Citizens felt it in their heart, or hearts that something of great consequence was about to happen. There were forces that moved across the galaxy leaving echoes in their wake. The first piece had clicked into place and now something great would give way. The galaxy was excited and abuzz with life as the 750th Galactic Senate would meet on Cosmopolis to discuss matters of great importance. Galactic politics, not something for the light of heart would be the gameyet the galaxy kept spinning and the wheels of democracy would spin with it as the senators would vote on groundbreaking legislation.

The starships roar with life, sailing across the sea of stars. They carried kyroban gas, spice, jewels, Xanthium ore, and anti-matter and much much more to countless destinations across the galaxy. The great wheels of commerce turned and it seemed the galaxy was prosperous for the time being. Meanwhile, the rulers and governments of their star systems made moves. Some would explore the great expanse of space, colonizing new worlds, others would engage in diplomacy, and a select few would prepare for the important Senatorial Session that was to take place on Cosmopolis soon.

Yes, it was the dawn of a new era for the galaxy indeed, and no one knew what the future had in store, only that the stars themselves beckoned for those with the desire to seize upon them, seize upon this once in a lifetime opportunity to change the stories of the galaxy forever.

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[Novas Arcanum]

Planet Sha Katar,Homeworld of the Katari

Logthl paced the hallways of the Temple to the Deep Ones. The Elders awaited him to give their proclamation for all of Katari Civilization. He was anxious his slimy tentacles fidgeted, and his mouth foamed a toxic chemical rich in pheromones that conveyed his discomfort."Long have we suffered, long have taken to the mysteries long have we dedicated ourselves to the Deep Ones, I only hope that this madness takes me away from this ruin." He stepped out of the Temple into the streets of Nar Sheeva.

A spaceship landed and docked nearby strange few ventured to Sha Katar and even fewer came to the confines of the Dark City. Alien traders would instead do commerce at the trading post outside the City for fear of the Cultish Elders. Kyroban Gas was the only reason Sha Katar was on the map, and why it held a seat in the Galactic Senate, traders would come here for that rare space fuel, and it made the planet vital to the Republic, still, Lothl hated the influence of the foreigners and wished to see them gone forever.

"Do not be frightened brother it is only me, Mmote-Shoki of the Bush Clan,"The senator said as he floated towards Logthl. "I wouldn't know you've been with those foreigners in the Senate for so long that it's hard to make out your scent," Logthl said with derision dripping in his message. Mmote-Shoki telepathically sensed the deep seeded anger in his brother's thoughts and wondered why he held such contempt in his thrice pumping hearts."Do not be angry with me Logthl. I perform an important service to our people in the Senate. The Katari need the Republic if we are to thrive"."Oh believe me I know far too well, for hundreds of thousands of years our civilization has remained isolated from the galaxy only now since the Cybernetic Wars have the Elders agreed to open Sha Katar to the wider galactic community I know not what they plan,we where better off alone, we thrived alone bah why do I reason with you, you have a curiosity in these aliens that is unbefitting of Katari."

"You are blind to the ancient ways Logthl if the Katari is to advance we need to interact more with other alien species,it is because we remain on Sha Katar that we have blinded ourselves to the galaxy and all it has to offer,I only hope you change your mind in times to come, anyways the Galactic Senate is to meet on Cosmopolis soon I must leave". Mmote-Shoki soon left on his Republic flagship and flew to Cosmopolis leaving Loghtl in the Dark City.

Construction of a new Spaceport
Logthl as Seer of the Elders was tasked with building a new spaceport. If more traders were to come to buy Kyroban Gas, then a spaceport would be needed otherwise the gas would sit in the storehouses never to sell in the galactic market. Logthl was excellent at organizing the building and engineer castes to coordinate across the planet. He telepathically linked with them and told them what needed to be done.

Soon construction would come along nicely of the spaceport. It would orbit Sha Katar and have amenities and comforts that would be much appreciated by any alien trader who visited Sha Katar for the much vaunted Kyroban. Logthl knew failure was not acceptable he knew the consequences could be deadly if he proved incompetent thus he worked hard to get the project completed.

Action: Build spaceport to increase trade.

[Bla Ary]

Callus, EXOC Corporate Headquarters
Hermes AuLune, 0600 HQT



As the slick silver luxury escort craft dropped from the sky, Hermes AuLune stood silently watching the grey cityscape slip by underneath him. It was a marvel, truly. How one nation company could gain such a stranglehold on a planet so quickly. As his private ship began it's short descent onto the rooftop landing platform, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Cold and soft, it was a caring hand but not one he particularly enjoyed being with.
"Carthas," he said gruffly. "I presume you have a reason for being here again?"
The figure of a slender woman, came around to the window beside him. The voice of morality in the family business, Carthas' once beautiful features had aged with stress. Dark spots rested on the bags under her eyes, and her posture and voice carried the strain of a lifetime objecting to her families practices.
"I heard you were going to begin construction today. I don't like it."
"Do we have much choice? We're out of room to expand, in need of more resources, and will need a better way to defend ourselves. You've seen the monstrosities the senate will let in, and you know how deeply unpopular Callus is to them. We cannot count on them to step in should we find ourselves under siege."
Carthas sighed and glanced down into the chasm below them. It went on for ages, some thinking it never truly ended and instead went straight through to the other side of the planet.
"Still, I think this is far too much. There has to be a better way."
"Regardless, this is what's best for our company. Besides, once it's done we'll have plenty of jobs open for those sorry saps nearby."
Before she could respond, Hermes was already off to the gangway of his craft. He couldn't even tell when it landed, only when the gangway fell out before him. He stepped down to be greeted by 4 members of the planetary police force.
"See to it that she is escorted home."
Hermes continued across the pad to the elevator in front of him. Inside he found a man he had faith in, an anomaly these days.
"Chief Baral. Any news?"
"Aye sir," He started in his thick deep level accent. "We'll be ready to begin construction any day now."
"Wonderful. Any word on the happenings in the senate?"
"None sir. We're expecting something tomorrow on when you should be expected back."
"Of course we are. Someone get me a drink with the highest alcohol content possible that will not kill me. And get me the yards blueprints"

Construction of Tempest Shipyards
In order to garner more resources and land, Hermes had planned to bully the neighboring planetary governments into selling themselves too Callus. In order to do this however, the Callanian military needed to become much more imposing. As such Hermes has ordered the construction of the Tempest Shipyards, designed to take the best technology Callus has too offer and line entire ships with it.
While these ships are military craft, they are designed to be imposing more than functional, and will be massive in size compared to other ships. They will however be designed so that in the future they may be upgraded. The Callanian military will focus on massive technologically superior war machines to impose their will without actually forcing anyone to do anything. Rather, they will be too intimidated to say no.
Hermes is willing to cut corners on all luxury items such as pillows and blankets to get the project done, so long as the ship itself is fully functional.
Action: Build substantial shipyard to produce the "Golden Age" (1st edition) class of the Star Dreadnaughts, 160km long ships. The first to be produced would be Hermes personal flagship, "The Malevolent"

The Malevolent

Other Star Dreadnaughts

[The Empire of Tau]

Dore, Capital of the T'ien Ch'i

Deep inside a temple of orient aesthetic, a gathering of many individuals of different of titles wait silently for the crowning of a new emperor upon the assassination of the old one. “Seboli Dengod, step forward,” demands a old aged priest, dressed in bright red robes, holding a jeweled stocked cup. Stepping forward, Seboli, wearing nothing but a simple red and golden outlined robe, kneels before the priest. “Seboli, shall your rule be fair, just, and sound?” The priest asks as per usual in these kinds of rituals. “Yes,” Seboli says in return. “By the forefathers before you. Shall you dedicate your life, mind, and will in protecting the empire that you have been gifted power to?” The priest utters, closing his eyes. “Yes,” Seboli ensures, standing up before the priest. “Now drink,” the priest hands over the jeweled stocked cup to Seboli, letting him drink the contents of the cup. A servant rushes on by and takes the cup away, handing over a red colored cap to the priest. “I declare you the new emperor of the Celestial Empire of T'ien Ch'i.”

It has been a millennium of isolation from the wider galaxy, but today was special. With the crowning of Seboli as the the new emperor of the of T'ien Ch'i. The space anomalies that had blocked travel and communications to Jerksone was gone now. This was both daunting but opportunistic for the planet as a whole. Unlike most other Outer-Rim worlds where crime, poverty, and the worst of moral decay is commonplace; Jerksone was very grounded in tradition and law due to its isolation and militaristic orders among the various other states.

On the topic of other states, the T'ien Ch'i is only one out of five equally powerful civilizations. Geographically, Jerksone is one big landmass (known as Basal) with a small section of islands to its southwest. The T'ien Ch'i lays within the middle section of Basal. To the south is Pythium, the Emerald Empire, home to warriors cladded in gem stocked armors. To the north is Ulm, worshipers of metal and the forge. To the west is Marignon, land of the religious fury that purges the corrupt. Lastly to the east is Clans of Vanheim, land of the techno-barbarian kings and the horde.

A Need for a New Khan
The sudden death of Great Khan Coleedga Haywshi of the Clans of Vanhiem has caused civil war to spark among the various clans that dispute over the next true Great Khan. This opens up a new opportunity to unite all of the Vanhiem Clans under a single ruler of pro-T'ien Ch'i nature. Seboli can’t waste such a opportunity to gain a potential ally in his quest to unite all of Jeskone. The only issue is who shall he support? There is a multitude of people that claim the true throne of Great Khan, but who, just who, is really in favor of the T’ien Ch’i? In hopes of finding a leader to support, agents have been sent out to find anyone that is in alignment of the T’ien Ch’i. The search for a potential Great Khan to support has begun.

Action: Find a potential leader that is in favor of the T’ien Ch’i and is willing to cooperate.

[Ralnis]

[align=centerSitiheim, Homeworld of the Dunkildor][/align]

On these sacred swamps, in the dense forest that are the ancestral home to the Dunkildor, her people were making merriment and politics. The Ducks use to be plentiful, numerous buildings were ruined, ghost of fallen Clans that died during the Cybernetic Wars. Their clan banners wave in the sky or drape over their clan hall, telling the stories of the mighty warriors who fought for forgotten species and battlegrounds across the Outer Rim. Billions had died to hold off a tied of demons who destroyed threaten to wipe out all who opposed them in the galaxy, turn their own Clansmen into cybernetic slaves.

Their stories will never continue, but they will be remembered. Then there are those whose Nesting Lands has been abandoned, rebels of the former Warfoot who saw to rampage the Outer Rim but stopped by the same rebels who went against her rule. Now they scattered themselves on nomadic fleets or holdouts across the galaxy, pillaging, raiding, or just irking out a life where the galaxy doesn't bother them. Even on their ancestral home, the Ducks are scattered across their world in lightly built cities in comparison to the metropolises in much more ubranized planets.

Still, all Dunkildor have gathered at the capital of their planet. Even with the tens of thousands of Ducks that are in the city it's still hollow. There was much drinking and much contest of strength and skill. Much of it was ceremonial and was all in fun but the warriors were still there in case of brawls. In the center of the various citizens of the planet sat the main table of the Chieftain Vihungyr and the other Clans that formed the planetary leadership.

Vihungyr is different from the rest of the Dunkildor as the Chieftain and his Clan come from the Core Rim, being a nomadic merc band known for his professionalism and soldiering skill. He used his wealth to buy his position on the planet, yet the other Major Clans refuse to accept the Duck as Warfoot, especially with how the desolate the planet is. This makes the ambitious Chieftain bow to the whims of the planetary leadership if he wants their support to be Warfoot.

All the major clans have conflicting views on how the planet should be ruled or how they should bring the roaming clans back but they all knew what they needed to do first.

Rebuild Planetary Infrastructure

Before major planetary industry could even be achieved again, the planet must be reconnected and rebuilt. Roads, drone networks, trains, they all are ruined and underuse. While the major Clans all have their own ideas and wants from Vihungyr but without solid logistics then it isn't worth it. They all poured in their resources in bringing back the roads, drone networks, transport centers, and energy reactors with galactic standard technology. Despite not being part of the Galactic Republic, they can still find the technology within the gray market with other engineers on the planet.

Action: Rebuild and modernize the Planetary Infrastructure for the economy

[Novas Arcanum]

A Message across the Stars

Callus
[Roll*4+ 1- 1=4]
War, war was not for the faint of heart. When Hermes AuLane laid out his plan to his underlings they were shocked, confused, but Hermes ruled with an iron fist and they did as he commanded. It had been centuries since war had touched the Core Worlds centuries since Callus was burned and ravaged in the Cybernetic Wars, the Core Worlds were rich and prosperous and many Callians wondered why Hermes would bring war to his neighbors who had lived at peace with Callus for centuries. Bussiness leaders and magnates organized, and protested, traders balked at Hermes proposition to expand and conquer fellow neighbors rather than engage in trade and commerce as done before, it seemed that Hermes was walking on thin ice, others believed him mad...
Consequence: A human leader from Hyperion V a nearby Core World, requests a meeting with Hermes to discuss such matters after hearing of Herme's plan.
Result: Spaceyard under construction [0.5/5]

Jeskone
[Roll*8-1=7]
There where many leaders who vied for the pivoted title of Great Khan. Some were wise, others strong, others cunning, the gods would favor the people of the Jeskone, and a new Khan would be named who held all three of these virtues and would prove to be a great leader indeed. Now a potential Great Khan had been founded but was he capable of uniting the planet? That remained to be seen, but if anyone were to the unite the people of Jeskone it would be this warrior who held great strength,wisdom and cunning and seemed to carry the mandate of heaven itself.
Result:Great Khan is founded

Sha Katar
[Roll*5-2=3]

In the outer reaches of the Outer Rim, Sha Katar danced around the purple star of Sha Nassa. The Katari got to work building their great spaceport. Things were going swimmingly has the great metal structure that would house thousands of traders and increase trade was built in orbit around Sha Katar. Unfortunately, the octopus folk lacked the funds, like most Outer Rim worlds Sha Katar was an impoverished backwater lacking the credits or resources to build such a magnificent structure indeed. The Katari would have to turn to other sources of funding or find new resources if they were to finish the spaceport, which would frustrate the Seer to no end in his quest in opening Sha Katar to the wider galaxy...
Result: Spaceport under construction [0.1/5]
Sitihiem
[Roll*5]
The Duck folk waddled on their homeworld of Sitiheim singing their songs and tales of their heroes as they did for countless generations. The echoes of war reverberated across the planet and the scars of the Cybernetic Wars ran deep, as they did across much of the Outer Rim. The Clans got to work repairing the ancient and destroyed infrastructure and returning it to its former glory. It was hard, the swamp vegetation proved treacherous, and the beasts that roamed and attacked the builders didn't make things easier. Even more importantly the Dunkildor lacked the credits to rebuild everything and would have to make sacrifices and cut corners in their repairs. Still, the workers proved surprisingly resilient and got much done even with the odds stacked against them.
Result: Part of Sitiheim infrastructure rebuilt

[Bentus]

Peter Hill - Academy of Sciences
Kil'nax, Echrazi Empire

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The heat struck me first.

It was like an oven door had just been opened right in front of me and the gust from the craft’s idling engines only forced the warm air to rush more quickly into the cargo hold. Blinking away the bright sunlight that flooded in from the steadily opening bay doors, I instinctively lifted my free hand to my eyes in an effort to give them time to adjust. My coat billowed with the circulation of the air and I grimaced as I realised that the long-sleeved uniform of the Academy was going to make me quickly break into a sweat; although the planet’s thin magnetosphere meant that I was advised to cover as much skin as possible while outdoors.

“Oi! Get a move on and quit standing around like a statue will ya’? You’re blocking the whole gang ramp!”

Blinking in confusion, I struggled to make out Johannes’ yelling over the continued roar of the engines, even as their thrust was steadily wound down to zero. The man’s thick Callian accent didn’t particularly help either. The weathered, middle-aged Captain stood with his usual gruff stance, his features contorted into a scowl. He seemed oblivious to the dry air and the ear-numbing shriek of the engines, acting entirely at ease as he stood on the edge of the cargo hold. Johannes’ was a long time trader in the Outer Rim, and the way he’d spoke of it during the voyage, he liked to boast that he’d circumnavigated the entire Rim on more than one occasion.

The sound of a beeping horn behind me nearly made me jump out of my skin. I turned around sheepishly to see one of Johannes’ crew on the vessel’s ATV, a trailer of wares already hooked up to the rear of the vehicle. I couldn’t quite tell who it was, since they had wrapped their face in a scarf, turban and sunglasses. They shared their Captain’s irritation at my paralysis. Embarrassed, I hastily bundled my luggage in my arms and swung my rucksack over one of my shoulders, before half-hobbling down the ramp under the weight of all of my belongings and equipment. Perhaps it was a bit childish of me, but I hesitated for a split-second before allowing my feet to step off of the metallic doorway and onto sunbaked ground. Grinning with excitement I felt the culmination of years of study and effort finally coming to fruition as I looked up to finally see the planet of Kil’nax with my own eyes.

Tan-brown coloured buildings rose up from the sand-coated landing platforms, their walls curving and twisting organically unlike the steel-and-glass towers back home. I could see a few objects moving quickly through the sky, the patterns of their motions meaning that they were probably winged phenoforms transporting goods. My head was locked to the sky as my feet slowly carried me forward. Spinning around in an effort to take it all in, I tried to take it all in at once to no avail. Sniffing, I began to become aware of the concoction of scents that swirled around me as well. Dust and engine exhaust gradually giving way to a strange mixture of smells that seemed to ebb and flow. My smile only broadened as I closed my eyes to sniff more closely at the air, trying to pick out the individual pheromones that I had studied back in the my lab.

“Careful there watch your step!”

Johannes’ voice was suddenly very close to me and I felt his hand pressing into my chest in order to stop my meandering movements. My eyes shot back open in surprise at the sudden contact with the intention of asking what was happening when I froze at the sight mere inches from my face. A pair of compound eyes stared back at me from just below head height, mandibles clicking curiously as its antennae wriggled as they began to pick up my scent. I stood frozen, my legs practically turning to jelly as I gazed upon my first live Echrazi. I had spent nearly a decade studying their kind, but to now see one in the flesh stole the breath from my lungs. My mouth opened and closed, as if having expected my brain to have been capable of formulating a response. The alien continued to stare blankly at me, as if waiting while I flopped around like some goldfish that had been thrown far outside of its element. Pull it together, man! You didn’t spend six bloody years on a doctorate to go mute now.

“I - I am sorry, I didn’t see you there. My name is - “

“What are you doing?” The feminine voice cut through the ambient noise of the landing pads like a butcher’s cleaver. Glancing up I saw a stern-faced woman walking purposefully towards me. She was wearing the same white coat with red-trim as I was, although her’s was coated in a thin layer of dust while her sleeves were roughly rolled up past her elbows. Stopping a few steps away from me, Dr. Olivia Murphy - undeniably one of the galaxy’s foremost experts on pyschic connections and the Echrazi - placed a hand firmly on her hip as her gaze swept me from head-to-toe. She paid the Echrazi in front of me no mind at all, treating it as little more than another part of the scenery that wasn’t worth her time. “There’s no point trying to apologise to a Worker. It’s hardly even capable of basic communication with its own kind, let alone whatever it is you’re trying to do.” The Academy’s lead researcher on Kil’nax looked away from me and took an aggressive step towards the Echrazi, waving her arms in its field of view while shooing it away. The Echrazi, still seemingly unphased by the activity around it, took the hint and turned on its six legs to carry on with whatever task it had been assigned. Olivia scoffed as she watched it skitter away.

“Peter Hill, right?” She queried, her mouth twisting ever so slightly in amusement as she saw the half-a-dozen bags that I was struggling to balance on my pitifully inadequate pair of arms. “Welcome to Kil’nax, I hope Johannes wasn’t too rough on you during the trip.” The spacer rolled his eyes, but still offered the Doctor a friendly nod.

“You wound me, Doc. If you’re going to have your hands busy getting Pete acquainted, then I’ll just drop the supplies you ordered at the usual place?”

“That would be great Johannes, thanks.” Olivia offered the merchant an appreciative smile. “If anybody gives you any trouble on your way over just say that I sent you. Today’s going to be pretty back-to-back.”

“Don’t mention it, you pay me more than enough to warrant door-to-door deliver.” The old spacer offered me a wink as he turned to supervise the unloading of his vessel’s cargo, but he paused to offer me one parting piece of advice. “Keep in touch, four-eyes. Try not to get eaten, aight?”

I chuckled at the comment, but my voice quickly faded as I realised that neither Johannes nor Olivia seemed to have shared in the humour. As the Captain departed, a silence settled between the Doctor and myself until I realised that she was probably waiting for me to say something. Shifting the strap of my rucksack on my shoulder, I hastily stepped forward towards the older woman. “Dr. Murphy, it’s an absolute honour to meet you - I’ve been following your publications since your original study of Echrazi mating rituals in -”

“How many stages are there in the life cycle of an Echrazi Drone?” The question came out of nowhere, catching me off guard as the Doctor’s eyes bore into my skull.

“I - uh - four.”

“Describe them.”

“All Echrazi begin life as eggs, but only begin to differentiate after they have hatched and become larvae. At this stage they are cared for by the hive in the breeding grounds and are largely incapable of even feeding themselves without assistance.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“The main exception was only found recently when it was discovered that Warrior larvae are actually made to fight and cannibalize one another to survive so that only the strongest reach maturity.” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. If I made it through my thesis defence, I could make it through a pop quiz. “The next stage is the pupa when the Echrazi cocoon themselves and metamorphose into their mature form. The exact process in which this occurs is still not fully understood due to the huge changes that can occur in the anatomy and physiology of the larvae. Following this, we say that the Echrazi is mature. And for a Drone, this would be the end of their development as their psychic link to their Queen becomes established.”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, faking surprise. “A psychic link to the Queen, if it is only established after the pupae stage then how does she control the younger members of the hive?”

“It is a misconception that the Queens are linked to all members of their hive at all times.” I stated the sentence confidently, I’d be damned if I left even the slightest nugget of a doubt on the topic of my own thesis. “But it has been conclusively shown that the Queens’ strongest link is to their Drones, who effectively act like nodes in a chain. The Queen instructs the Drones who then manage and command other Echrazi in their area. Of course, such middlemen are not required when the Echrazi are in closer proximity to their Queen.”

Silence. Slowly, a smile began to crack onto the Doctor’s face. She seemed to be thinking about my answers for a few seconds before she nodded to herself. “It’s good to see that the Academy hasn’t entirely forgotten how to teach. It’s nice to meet you Peter, but let’s keep the arse-kissing to a minimum for now. I don’t need you to inflate my ego and you’re going to want to keep your compliments for later today.”

“Oh, of course. I didn’t mean to - “ Shutting my mouth, I forced myself to stop rambling. “Got it. I look forward to working with you. But, what’s happening later today?”

There was a mischievous twinkle in the Doctor’s eye as her smile widened until it was almost Cheshire-like. “Oh, did I forget to mention it earlier? We’ve got an audience with the Queen of this Hive, she’s curious to know more about the latest alien in her midst.” It took a moment for the gears in my head to grind their way through her words and extract their meaning.

She couldn't possibly mean?
Me...meeting with?

I didn’t think that it was possible for my stomach to drop to my feet as quickly as it did. As my jaw dropped unceremoniously to the floor along with it, I silently wondered if Johannes' advice had been more prudent than I had initially given it credit for.

[Bla Ary]

No Man's Space, meeting point between Hyperion V and Callus
Hermes AuLune

Hermes stood aboard the bridge of the largest luxury craft in his fleet, "The Axion." A slender and ornate ship, she was no more than 70 meters long, but she held all the amenities anyone could ask for. Including a dining room that made for an excellent negotiating area, as it had a wonderful view of space in a total 360° rotation.
Hermes AuLune waited silently looking at the menu his chef had provided him with. He needed a dish that would help his cause with Hyperion V, especially if he where to take an aggressive new stance on trade.
He sighed heavily at the options he had been presented. Kenreth was supposed to get the food restocked but noooooo he was swamped with work at the shipyards.
"I don't you have something that'll just kill the bastard?" Hermes asked. "No matter. Keep it simple, but not too simple. Maybe a soup and a meal. And use the foreign stuff. We'll remind him we have plenty of other trade partners.

Let's make a deal
Hermes AuLunes plan has been a success. The seeds of discomfort and inferiority have been sown among neighboring systems, and Hermes is now in a position to renegotiate trade deals to better benefit EXOC.

Action: Assure the leader of Hyperion V that the shipyards is for Callus' own protection, before renegotiating several trade deals to work better in Callus' favor.

[Novas Arcanum]

No Man's Space,Hyperion Starship
[Roll*1]
President Knossos of Hyperion V stood on the starship bridge, staring at the endless stars that burned across the vacuum of space. He wore a Republic military suit and cape from the days of the Cybernetic Wars, from his stance and demeanor one could tell this man was not one to be fooled with. The Callians irked him greatly unlike Hyperion V which was a full-fledged democracy, Callus was ruled by a cartoonishly evil corporation but that was based on his own opinions and not on cold logic and hard facts. He was shocked that the Republic would allow such a world on the Galactic Senate over a democracy such has Hyperion, Knossos believed Callus was a wound a blight on the Core Worlds and Republic itself, and the scheming and manipulation of Hermes only validated his beliefs.

A holographic image appeared in Hermes ship."Greetings Hermes, as you know we on Hyperion V cherish our democratic values, do not think that we will stand idly by as you bully your neighbors into submission and seize control as you did on Callus five hundred years ago.this is a democracy and we will not allow your corporation EXOC stand in the way of freedom and democracy. Already we have formed a coalition with Andorra, Toria, and Aebos to oppose your machiavellian scheming"

He stopped to sip some fine Hyperion wine, and looked Hermes directly in the eyes."We have agreed to impose sanctions on your world and petition the Senate for your actions stop this madness or the consequences will only prove direr."

The hologram vanished and the Hyperion starship warped back to its original homeworld, has could be indicated on the Axions astromap indicators.

Result: All of Callus's neighbors form an alliance and inflict economic sanctions that do damage to the Callian economy triggering a recession on the planet and leading to food shortages. Citizens protest on the streets in response.

+1 Unrest

[Ralnis]

Village of Grun, Home to Clan Situr, Sitihiem

Vihungyr walked through the homes of the village in the swamp. There was very little desolation in the homes and dim lights came from lampposts and lanterns that marked a family was home. Each home had their Clan and family markings that were on their door and window frames.

It was customary for Dunkildor to do this, even the resident Clan Hall had their family markings. The Chieftain was walking towards the Clan Hall in the middle of the village and went inside. The inside was warm and comfortable as a a large fire was going and insulated heating was just recently restored.

On top of the fireplace was the Clan Banner of Clan Situr. It told the story of merchants who stumbled upon the deposit of Kyroban Gas and learned how to exploit it for the construction of naval ships when they reached for the stars. Many people the galaxy don't believe that the Ducks are capable of trading, just taking and pillaging their neighbors.

The idea can't be further from the truth. Roaming merchant clans and small enclaves dot the Outer Rim since the Cybernetic Wars and they haven't truly came back, not believing that the Warfoot and raiding was worth their credits and business. Still, Clan Situr saw that the homeworld needed to be rebuilt and restore to what it use to be.

Vihungyr walked into the Chieftain's room and saw a Dunkildor in the breed of a Mallard. He was shorter than Vihungyr and had more of a plume than the scars that the former mercenary had.

"Come in Vihungyr," The Chieftain said while looking at a data pad.

The Chieftain walked in and sat down as he waited a few minutes before the merchant looked up.

"Now, I'm sure you heard in my message about the state of affairs for our planet."

"Well I have. Our progress is slow and we're struggling to make enough credits to complete the restoration. " Vihungyr said.

"Exactly, but our troubles don't just extent to our financial problems. " The merchant Chieftain slides the data pad over,"our warriors have a lack of quality equipment to fight off the beasts that attacked our builders, vegetation has been at its highest ever since before the Cybernetic Wars.

All this stems to the lack of funds that allows us to restore the broken network and dams. "

"Well Unter, only way to gain more funds is to increase taxes or start plundering the ancient tombs. Which is both taboo and hard with how much the marsh has reclaimed the planet since the Wars and I doubt the Clans would allow more taxes with how little we can scrape out from what we can recycle." Vihungyr explained.

"I could help by making some deals with the Roving Clans. We are one of the few planets who have Kyptaon Gas deposits that we haven't opened up the since the Crusade and even then they weren't many that were opened.

I could see if they can fund the restoration and in exchange putting trade first before you start doing any raids or making yourself Warfoot."

"It seems that's all I can do for the planet as of right now."
Vihungyr sighs.

Unter puts a hand on Vihungyr 's feathered shoulder," Understand Chieftain Vihungyr, there is honor in improving the lives of our Nestmen as much, if not more so, than just seeking battle among the stars."

Action: Try to establish contact with the Roving Merchant Clans to establish gas export contracts Amin exchange for funding infrastructure restoration.

[The Frozen Forest]

Planet Xynozaria | Xhuxin City

The Counsels were set to meet for the second time that year. Xynozar and Kiosochi representatives were flooding into the House of Representation with serious expressions. They hailed from all over the planet, from its wilderness to its most dense city-scape. The agenda for the day was as it normally was. The Representatives would first solve petty disputes between clans or groups, following that they would go over and discuss which areas needed emergency funds due to damage from weather, the environment or natural disaster. Following this there would be a discussion about science or trade and finally everything would conclude with major proposals being brought forth and voted on. Naturally all representatives were informed of the bills beforehand, having the chance to read through and analyze them prior to it reaching the floor. The bill of the day, the most important one of all, was the efforts to colonize the moon of a nearby inhospitable planet.

The Representatives settled in, naturally taking seats that corresponded with their political parties. Food was brought into the chamber for members to dine on while the first matters were dealt with. The Yazazil Scientists were having issues procuring specimens from the jungles of Juzimbu. Supposedly the Jungle Commission was resisting their efforts because the specimens in question were deeply admired for their beauty and power. The Scientists had appealed to the Representatives to allow them to proceed. The specimen were to be used in genetic manipulation experiments, altering their genetic codes to see what new combinations could result in a living creature. It was a worthy effort and when voting ended, the Scientists were granted their request at a vote of 391-156.

A few more disputes were resolved before the Counsels reached the matters of emergency funds. A wild hurricane had torn up a forest in the southern hemisphere of the planet, other than that there was nothing too concerning. It was a relief as trade had slowed down as of late, despite the meeting of The Galactic Republics Senate. Emergency funds were given where they were needed with plenty left to spare. The decision to allocate it to the development of Kiosochi farms passed almost unanimously.

Following another set of proposals aimed at trade, all of which shot down by a strong majority, came the discussion regarding the colonization of Yaltis-114. Yaltis-114 was the moon of Planet-3935. It was within the Xynozaria solar system and had been a topic of discussion for decades. It had an atmosphere but no life, colonizing Yaltis would require terraforming in the long term. Terraforming was an expensive venture, the benefits were great though as it meant the spreading of Xynozarian life to other planets to ensure its survival. As a plus, one could collect taxes from it. Its planet was out of the question, a burning pile of rock and magma unsuitable to even the harshest lifeforms.

The Yaltis Proposal debated on the floor for twelve hours. It set forth a plan to send a group of prepared spacers to the moon, where they would begin to establish settlements. Water and Food would be brought onto the planet until its soil could be plowed and used for crops. The Colonists would be made up of a combination of Kiosochi and Xynozar's, the colony would answer directly back to Xynozaria though a temporary leader could be voted in if an emergency presented itself on the colony. The ships used to transport the colonists would be old XXXZ-51's.

It passed with a vote of 300-247. Immediately the process of preparing the expedition began. The ships were brought out of storage, they were only a few generations old and would be well suited to taking on the journey. 1,000 waiting Colonists were given their directives to meet in the Capital within the month. Supplies were brought forth and loaded onto the vehicles. Pilots were hired on and brought to the capital. If all went well, the launch would happen in a months time.

Roll: Xynozaria prepares to launch colonization ships to a nearby moon, weather must be decent and supplies must be loaded on time.

[Bla Ary]

Callus

Hermes AuLune paced back and forth in his office, his advisors scrambling and bickering around him.
"Hyperion is a nosy planet of selfish pricks, and I'll be damned if we'll engage in trade with them!"
"Aye, but the costs of intergalactic trade will be astronomical!"
"We can't afford to ship all over the Galaxy!"
"We're already deeply unpopular in the Senate!"
Hermes raised his hand, and a hush fell over the gathered members of the board.
Hermes spoke, calmly and quickly. His gaze pierced the soul of all in the room.
"We will begin trading resources to other inner planets. We will denounce Hyperion in the Senate, but for now we will import food, and in turn sell world class products, specifically our healthcare and titanium, for massive profits. We have massive amounts of korban has as well. As for Hyperion, we will expose their regime as a bunch of hippies sticking their nose into the business of a planet who has already spent so long under their scrutiny. Dismissed."

He started it!

Callus has been accused once more by neighbors whom have no place in the politics of other star nation's. Hermes will expand upon trade with other local star systems, before appearing before the Senate to play the victim card and denounce Hyperion as a "White Knight Syndrome" star nation has designated themselves as the judge hurt and executioner. They menace other star nation's whom they find do not agree with their own policies.

Action:
Open trade for titanium and small amounts of korban gas to other star nations in the inner rim, and use the credits earned to import food using Hermes economic model.

[The Empire of Tau]

An set-piece painted resembling a romanticized vision of a clan traveling across the plains of Vanheim.

After weeks of searching, scouring the vast plains of Vanheim, a worthy man had proved himself to be a candidate for the next Great Khan, Dallmarv Pleacozi, lesser Khan of the Golden Horde. Negotiations with the man have generated results; a secret alliance between the T’ien Ch’i and the Golden Horde. The T’ien Ch’i is not the only state supporting their candidate for the title of Great Khan too. Others powers like Pythium, Ulm, and Marignon are also aiding multiple other lesser warlords in the Vanheim civil conflict. Essentially turning this into a proxy war between the great powers of Jerksone.

A precarious state did Dallmarv find himself in. He was a prime target for many warlords and lesser Khans that saw Dallmarv as a threat to their ascendancy to Great Khan. The Ulm backed lesser Khan, Beaugeo Venbeas of the Blood Clan, a equally powerful Khan to Dallmarv, has formed a coalition with the Pythium supported Khan, Chrlil Barssand of the Blue Moon Clan, along with a multitude of other smaller warbands to end Dallmarv’s endeavors. As for the Marignon aligned Khan,Tobyjav Kidste, he had stayed out of the coalition, opting to watch the chaos instead. Such a coalition proses a great threat to Seboli’s agenda, a threat not only to him, but the T’ien Ch’i too.

In order to curb the coalition, these bastards that supposedly call themselves the next Great Khan shall need some “convincing” (aka assassination). Dallmarv has set into motion a plan to defeat both Beaugeo and Chrlil via a series of battles. All that Dallmarv needs is the death of both Beaugeo and Chrlil, which would heavily demoralize and decapitate the skilled leadership of the coalition. Resistance from there on would be easily taken care of, as Dallmarv shall secure a brighter future for his title of Great Khan. However, if the assassinations fails then that may cause a stepback in plans….

By bribing and clandestine operations performed by Dai Li agents, the intelligence agency of the T’ien Ch’i, a few operators had made way into the coalition’s ranks. Their job is clear cut, murder. A celebration of some sort is coming about soon, a perfect opportunity blend in and do the job without anyone noticing initially. Security may be tight, but it could be done. Tensions are high as reports of a successful doing is still not yet filed in to Seboli.

Action: Assassinate Coalition Leader, Beaugeo and Chrlil, abling Dallmarv to defeat the Coalition in his following campaign.

[Novas Arcanum]

A shooting star delivers a message

Sitiheim
[Roll*2-1=1]
Try as they might the Dunkildor could not reach an agreement with Roving Clans across the sea of stars. Trade was abysmal in this region of the Outer Rim, piracy and raiding were frequent, and the Roving Dunkildor refused to do business in this sector until the banditry was taken care of. Until the Dunkildor could get rid of the massive risk of doing business in this part of space, it seemed the traders would avoid Sitiheim like the plague.

Xynozaria
[Roll*2-1=1]
The ships crash and burn on the surface of the moon. The few colonizers that survived impact send a distress signal to their brethren on Xynozaria, but something horrifying happened. Aliens sleek, the color of the night and the likes never before seen by the Kiosochi and Xynozar roam in the darkness of the moon, they stalk the colonizers and implant their eggs in the survivors as they rest. The screams were all that could be heard as the parasites burst from the skulls of the survivors then there was nothing but silence eery and deathly silence. The colonization effort was a complete failure and a nightmare for the people of Xynozaria.

Jeksone
[Roll*10-1=9]
The assassinations where great a success. With the head cut off from the snake, the Blood Clan and Blue Moon Clan were weakened, but they still posed a great threat to the ambitions of Dallmarv and would not prove easy to defeat. New khans would arise and swear vengeance for what Dallmarv did. The plains of Vanheim would soon be watered by the blood of the belligerents as they waged war on each other weakening them all, but for now, it seemed Dallmarv had the upper hand.

Callus
[Roll*7-2+1=6]
It was fortunate that Callus was wealthy and held connections within the core worlds. Callus could easily form new trade deals with other Core Worlds who were eager to grab hold of that sweet, sweet kyroban, and titanium, and cared little for the politics or leadership of their new trade partner. Unfortunately, these deals were not as good as the ones before, food prices improved, and mass starvation was prevented, but the people were still poorer than they were before and there pockets where lighter of credits which irked the Callian citizens to no end.
Economy: Improved, still minor protests and unrest over lost of trade with neighbors.

[Bla Ary]

Hermes AuLune, Televised Rally

Hermes AuLune paced down the hall, pulling his royal red and gold tie tight around his neck. His black suit slimmed down to his body, and his shoes freshly polised shined on the ornate red carpet as he walked down the hall. On each side was case after case of artifact, jewel, and important items to the corpratocracy.
As he stepped out into the spotlight of the planetary forum center, he was greeted by dissidents and supporters of all kinds.
Hermes need only raise his hand, and a hush fell over the screaming crowd.
"Thank you for your silence, it is with pride we as Callanians can claim to truly hear out our opposition and reach compromise and tranquility. As always, our unity is our strength, and our will indomitable. I would ask that we take one moment to acknowledge no matter the trials, we as Callanians would remember the blood shed to form this great star nation, and that we would never be great without one and other."
The crowd cheered, only for a moment. Even in the darkest most divided times, Callus could never waver. It was in every individual that survival lay.
"That said. We must discuss the matter of our food stores. While we have managed to Garner the resources we lost back, and all are going fed. But of course, we've all lost on our precious credits!"
The crowd murmured in agreement, but the glares of his enemies still shown down.
"I come before you today, to tell you that this is not my doing! Mere days ago I approached you all to remind you of the life's lost to defend Callus in the cybernetic war. All in vain, we were forced to rebuild the foundations of our city planet practically from the ground up. I informed you of our plan to better equip us to defend ourselves against any further threats for the next 750 years, and though some disagreed on our means, we all agreed the ends was just and right."
A few louder murmurs from the opposition. Not all in Callus had supported building warships for this reason. If they were to be convinced, it was now or never.
"But hear this people! The credits lifted from your pocket did not go to your government! They went to the pockets of other nation's, all thanks to the sanctions placed by our inquisitive neighbors, in the politics of a nation that they have no concern monitoring! They have made a mockery of Callus, and of her people! Do you want your credits back? Then join me and make your voices heard! Tell the galactic senate that we will not lay down like a dog and beg! Tell them we demand Hyperion and her allies lift their sanctions, and that reperations be payed!"

It wasn't me!

Hermes has attempted to use greed, tradition, and patriotism to his advantage and garner support for himself and against Hyperion.

Action:
Gain public support on Callus to end unrest, and convert to patriotism and disdain for opposition nation's.

[Ralnis]

[align=centerSitiheim, Homeworld of the Dunkildor][/align]

News of the failure to bring the Roving Clans back to doing business to their homeworld had lessen the influence of Clan Situr and made the populace swing towards pro-war and marshaling troops for purging the pirates across the region once the infrastructure was restored. Half of the planet's old networks were rebuilt and that was progress that was needed. Still the money was too low to finally complete the task given to them. Without the trade that they could get their funding, the Clans had to tax their people, to increase the taxes enough to finish the restoration of their infrastructure so they can rebuild their industry.

It was something that they had to do. They had to promise to the chieftains and the people in order to get the taxes. Vihungyr may even have to use the warriors to make sure they can get those credits against those who refuse to give their taxes to the planetary government in order to rebuild the infrastructure.

Action: Tax the citizens of the planet and get the credits by any means necessary in order to fund infrastructure restoration

[Bentus]

Peter Hill - Kil'Nax
The Echrazi

---

Dr. Murphy was leaning idly on the sandstone wall as I exited the Queen’s - for lack of a better word - throne room. The pair of Warriors who had stood constantly by my side throughout the entire encounter finally stepped away as the semi-organic door closed shut behind me. I could feel the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead, and I could still feel the heavy pounding of my heart within my chest. The Doctor looked towards my pale expression in amusement, taking a long, final drag from her cigarette before tossing it aside and pushing herself off of the wall.

“So, how’d it go?” The woman chuckled, evidently enjoying how thoroughly out of my depth I felt. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost. She didn’t threaten to eat you, did she?”

I scowled as the Doctor continued to poke fun at my own discomfort. For all the time I had spent scouring the literature on the Echrazi and dedicating myself to researching what we knew about their society and biology, so far this entire experience had only revealed how little I really understood. “What? No, of course she didn’t. She seemed to just want to ask questions about me, who I was, what I thought of the planet so far…”

My words trailed off as I recalled how surreal the conversation had felt. I remembered the Queen’s lumbering form, the mass of chitin and carapace shifting as its attention had remained fixed on my comparatively diminutive human form. She had spoken to me through a drone equipped with a translator, even though she herself was present in the room. I hadn’t known where to look, what would have been considered polite. Heck, I didn’t even know if the Echrazi cared about such formalities. Did the Queen even consider an in-person conversation to be in any different to a discussion with one of her Drones? Olivia seemed to pick up on my mind drifting off, and she offered me a comforting slap on the back.

“The first time is a shock for all of us.” Her words were encouraging, and she offered me an understanding smile. “Textbooks and lectures don’t really ever prepare you for the real thing.”

I sighed. “It’s just a lot to take in. Being here, I mean.” I gestured at the structure around us to emphasise my point. “This is all just so overwhelming, I feel like I’m coming in blind despite everything.”

“Studying the Echrazi wouldn’t be exciting if you came here knowing what to expect, Pete.” The older Doctor offered me a wink. “The Queen here likes to meet all of us when we first arrive. Did you know that she personally authorises each member of the team? The Empress has begun to open the borders up, but it’s still tough to bring in new researchers.”

My eyes widened at the revelation. “You had to convince her to let me in? I - I’m not even sure what to say.”

That elicited another laugh. “Don’t get a big head, rookie. You’re hardly my top choice.” Ouch, that was an immediate stab in the gut. “I had to give the Queen a hundred names of people who I would have liked to bring over here - and she then makes the final decision. I didn’t pick you, Peter. The Echrazi did.”

I stood in stunned silence, probably looking like some lost child who had no idea what to do next. This was all coming at me from left-field. For so long I’d viewed the Echrazi as a subject of study, as the topic of experiments and books and papers. Their Empire had always seemed so distant, and isolated. The Echrazi had almost become more a part of the galactic environment than a dynamic political actor. The Doctor gave me a nudge to shake me out of my reverie.

“Alright, there’s no point standing around like a deer in headlights. The Sun will set sooner rather than later and I still need to introduce you to the rest of the team. You can fill us all in on the details over a drink, I gave Johannes no illusion that he was to prioritise the wine and tobacco this time.”

I laughed at the thought of sharing a drink with my new labmates. Maybe it was better if I just rolled with the punches? So far I’d met a Queen and now I was being welcomed by some of the academics who I’d looked up to since my Bachelor’s. As I made to follow the Doctor, I recalled something else.

“The Queen also asked me what I knew about Callus, of all places.” I shrugged, continuing to make my towards the exit. “She seemed to be curious about their planet’s involvement in the wider galactic community.” The Doctor frowned slightly at my words.

“Callus?” She seemed to be considering my words more than I had expected, and my own curiosity was suddenly piqued. “I’d heard some rumours that the Queen of Tor’kran was trying to establish trade relations with them, but I didn’t really expect them to be true. She may be trying to win over Kil’nax’s support to convince the Empress to allow it.”

Olivia seemed to have been mostly speaking to herself, but seeing that her words had provided me with more questions than answers, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll get used to some of the subtler points of Echrazi politics after a while.”

I simply nodded in response, trying not to let my confusion show. The Echrazi had politics? Since when?

Actions:
The Echrazi agree to a trade offer from Callus, offering to supply the world with Nutrient Fluid to alleviate the decline in its food supply.
(I don't know if the above counts as my "action". If so, disregard the following) Survey craft are dispatched by the Echrazi to gather data on nearby moons and worlds. Their goal is to find sites for future colonies and mining outposts.

[Dentali]

"And in short the GDP looks to grow a further 4% this quarter" The Minister of Finance concluded before sitting. Consul Mott Kelen and his cabinet were in the middle of their monthly meeting, news was mostly positive with the economy growing at a healthy rate.

"What of foreign affairs?" Kelen asked his Minister of Relations in the far corner of the room, she stood to make her report.

"Sha Katar is continuing to construct and expand its spaceport but it has run into significant funding issues, not surprising since they started the construction in response to not getting enough income. The Civil war in T'ien Ch'i is continuing, an individual by the name of..." She checks her notes "Dallmarv seems to be well on his way to a victory, its bloody but it looks like it will be short." A few ministers sigh at this, many had been pushing for a more interventionist stance to prevent such bloodshed but ultimately it was decided it was not their place.

"Xhuxin is attempting a colonization program of a nearby moon and it ended in a horrific disaster, the measure to colonize in the first place barely passed their legislature I doubt they would continue efforts. Dunkildor has continued to seek funding to improve their infrastructure and once again investors are scarce, they are raising taxes to help pay for it."

"750 years later and still recovering from the war" The Consul said musing "What of Callus?"

The Minister of Defense interceded "Our intelligence reports they are continuing construction of that monstrosity despite intergalactic condemnation. They have ALWAYS been trouble, and should foreign and domestic pressure fail to kept them from their militaristic stance, I would recommend upgrading our fleet."

A murmur went around the room, the fleet had not been expanded in some decades. It was kept up to date certainly but they had not seen combat beyond fighting pirates in a long time.

The Consul waved his had "that talk is premature for this room, but have a plan in place. Now lets see how we can turn this all to our advantage..."


ACTION

Dentali sends an offer to the Dunkildor to invest in their infrastructure and revitalization programs in exchange for allowing Dentali companies to purchase reasonable shares in resource harvesting operations on the planet. (Sent this as a TG and was accepted)

The Dentali Defense Ministry begins research and development for a new line of warships

[The Empire of Tau]

A painting of a large clan gathering

The Coalition has taken a major blow with its main leadership having been killed. Dallmarv is happy, but is still worried about the might of the Coalition. The next phrase of his plan shall bring the Coalition closer to a end, ensuring Dalmarv’s pathway to Great Khan. Dallmarv must forge his own coalition to counter the Coalition that is trying to kill him. The Golden Horde shall seek out potential allies, one being the Marignon supported lesser Khan, Tobyjav Kidste. He's a cunning and charismatic man, but a lavish person, as seen by his body type. If Dallmarv were to convince Tobyjav to join the Golden Horde then that would greatly aid the campaign to subjugate the Coalition. The promise of great power after the conflict could convince Tobyjav to switch sides from Marignon to Dallmarv’s Golden Horde. Even then, it shall be tough to persuade Tobyjav, a man backed by a great power (Marignon) like T’ien Ch’i that could simply add more incentives to not switch. Yet the fear of being another target for Dallmarv and T’ien Ch’i could sway Tobyjav.

Besides from Tobyjav, there many other warbands and lesser Khans that could be convinced to join the Golden Horde. After all, Dallmarv is a controversial figure, both loved and hated by many. It shall take some sway to guide the unguided tribes, clans, hordes, etc,into the Golden Horde’s fold. Thus, secret meetings with multiple leaders, especially with Tobyjav, has begun.

Action: Convince Tobyjav and other Lesser Khans to Join the Golden Horde

[The Frozen Forest]

Xynozarian Crash
Isolated and Alone

Seven ships, crewed by fourteen Xynozar and Kiosochi each, fell out of contact with their headquarters on the second day of their colonization expedition to a nearby uninhabited moon. Ninety-Eight individuals blinked out of existence simultaneously after sending out a distress signal, which was promptly extinguished for whatever reason. Back at home, on Xynozaria, emergency protocols came into effect. If a distress signal were released, that meant that there were survivors, but it also meant there was some sort of emergency which resulted in such survivors. The greatest minds of Xynozarian and Kiosochi civilization were called together the night after the signal died. From all over the planet they rushed from their beds, workplaces, their homes and families to discuss the situation before word got out to the public of the disaster. Word hadn't gotten out fortunately, time was of the essence as the longer the secret persisted the higher the chance it would be blown out to the world. Something had to be done.

Hours of debate over what could have happened to the colonists. Bad weather caused the ships to wreck? Perhaps they were shot down? Intercepted by pirates? Were there any species not seen yet on the moon? What were the chances there were still survivors? Could the situation be saved? What had caused the distress signal to go dark? The questions came back and forth across the debating floor. Sweat would have been covering the bodies of many of the projects leaders if Xynozar and Kiosochi did in fact have sweat glands-which they didn't. Seven ships, every single one went dark, what could have caused this? Why were none of the distress signals going up? Why were they suddenly not communicating with Xynozaria?

The decision finally came after a proposal by the projects most senior leader, it was voted on, it passed. Four ships would be sent out to Yaltis immediately. They would be crewed by experienced military pilots, trained to deal with harsh weather. They would hold forty grounders each. Their mission would be to find out what had caused the colonists to crash, and to search for survivors. They were not to return immediately, but were to remain outside of Xynozarian atmosphere until a mandatory quarantine period ended. If anything catastrophic were to happen on the mission, the grounders were to relay a message back to Xynozaria at any cost. They would be armed with the typical gear. A standard issue X-9Z Plasma Pistol, a ZX-15 Plasma Rifle and a TTX-High Explosive Grenade. The Kiosochi would also wear the High-Protection Suit.. As the equipment was moved and the men organized, the ground control began to monitor all prior conditions to the crash. The last messages sent back to HQ implied bad weather. Ground Control was incredibly nervous as it watched the four blips exit the atmosphere.

Role: Xynozarian Government launches an emergency rescue mission using military personal. They have strict orders to not return until after a mandated quarantine time. Their mission is to investigate the cause of the crash and search for survivors.

[Draos]

Draos Slolis Royal Palace

in the Bustling cityscape of Slolis passed by an Unassuming hover car looking like many except it's direction. for instead of heading towards the city center or one of the other four civilians districts of the city it was heading towards the rarely used fifth district making Slolis look like a perfect hexagon. As the car came to a stop a 2.2 meter tall Reptilian stepped out his name was Senator Fein Zal of the Zal brood which had served as the planet's senators for centuries his skin turning white due to the humid hot weather on the main continent of Troae this time of year. The Senator was quickly ushered in to the palace to see the Grand Duke and Duchess of the planet about raising an issue to lower the tarriffs on exporting ship components due to recent fears of them being used to build extremely large warships.

Fein Quickly kneeled before the Royal family "I understand your highnesses but the resolution is not without merit there are many starnations that would abuse our people's hard work to spill blood for their own gain and we can not allow that." the Grand Duke Nodded "That is that Senator thank you for your input on the matter would you care for lunch? we have some delicious Rachi Snake stew." Zal knew that he couldn't turn down such a polite offer and joined them for lunch having grown up with both the Grand Duke and Duchess since they were all hatchlings.

[Novas Arcanum]

Message from across the stars

Razi'Nax
[Roll*8-1-1=6]
The trade agreement with Callus turns out to a surprising success. Even with the piracy raging across the Outer Rim, trade ships manage to traverse the sea of stars and reach their destinations unadulterated for the time being. A few trade vessels are plundered in the raiding putting a dent in profits but for now, the trade route is a minor success and both star nations reap the benefits, with the Echrazi having a new building material that aids in their construction projects and the Callians enjoying a new food source that better shields them from the embargo placed on them.
Result: Callus gains access to Nutrient Fluid,+1 food, Exchrazi gains titanium +1 construction.

Dunkildor
[Roll*7-1=6]
The Dunkildor quacked up a storm about having to pay taxes but the leadership miraculously was able to enlighten the tribes on how taxation would strengthen the species and allow for bigger and better things in the future. The Dunkildor did not use credits much as most of their wealth was tied in crops and land, still they were able to scrape enough money to pay the taxes that would allow the infrastructure rebuilding to finally be completed. It would still take time but soon the entire planet would be returned to its pre-Cybernetic War status, investments from Dentali also help to speed up construction.
Infrastructure [4/5]
Dentali
[Roll*5-1=4]
Try, as they might, could not make any major breakthroughs in military research. Even with the greatest minds of their civilization assembled they could not find out how to make more powerful warships. The populace grew frustrated at this waste of time and resources especially when there seemed to be no gain in research such as this.
Xynozaria
[Roll*9-1-2=6]
The moon was eerily silent, the Xynozar and Kiosochi felt that they where being watched. They saw the corpses of their brethren and some recoiled in horror as their eyes gazed at the scene. It looked as if their heads were torn asunder, and rotting flesh and bone were scattered across the ground of the crash site. They saw the footprints of wild beasts that led out into the darkness and wondered what monster inflict so much damage.No one would die on this search which was fortunate, to say the least
Jeksone
[Roll*3-1=2]
Tobjav and the Lesser Khans not only refuse to join the Golden Horder but they killed the emissaries that were sent to them. They despised Dallmarv and joined in an alliance along with the other belligerents to oppose him on the battlefield along with the others, rather than make an alliance Dallmarv had only made more enemies which would make his conquests all the harder and seemingly impossible to fulfill.
Callus
[Roll*6-1-1+1=5]
The words of Hermes resonated with the Callians deeply and they cheered with patriotic and nationalistic fevor. Hermes had struck a chord with the people and he could play fiddle to their economic anxieties and weave a tale of the big evil outsider who wanted to do them under, the Callians gobbled it up and soon they were united in their stance and against the perceived hostility of the outside galaxy. It also helped that the new trade route between Razi'Nax proved to be a success, the economy was doing better and more jobs where available has trade expanded between the Outer Rim and Core Worlds. Still piracy proved a great threat to this tenacious prosperity and there where many who still opposed EXOC and the CEO.

Shipyard [1.5/5 ]

[Dentali]

In Orbit Around Dentali

The Consul looked out at the trading vessels coming in and out of the atmosphere or docking at one of the many ports and shipyards around the planet. His mind however was lost in thought regarding the many stars the pierced the black curtain of space.

Callus was recovering quickly, and with the recovery came anti-alien sentiment or so the Consul feared. Propositions in the Galactic Senate would be fruitless to say the least, indeed it may hinder Dentali's ability to defend itself. In truth the Consul and Bren Katar had no issue with the large vessels being created by Callus, what they feared was how they would use it. With the failure of the military to have technological breakthrough it intensified that fear.

"Dentali" the Consul thought to himself "Can't allow this threat to continue, but we cannot stoop to their level. We must fight this how we always have, with our Industrial might"

The Dentali Congress

"By a vote of 268 to 32 the measure passes, the petition of the Lyman corporation to construct dockyards in orbit of the first moon of Dentali is approved."


ACTION

Dentali expands its ability to produce ships by creating a new orbital shipyard. The shipyard will produce civilian craft but can be converted to military production if need be.

[Ralnis]

Iihounryr Mead Hall, City of Unstakur,
Sitihiem, Homeworld of the Dunkildor

It has been centuries since the Mead Hall was rebuilt and restored to their former glory. The Planetary capital hummed to life as ancient automation came to life as the world is nearly connected and it only takes a final push to bring the glory of the planet. The thing is that the Ducks still weren't truly united but those on their homeworld were starting to go back to the cities, many were looking towards the rebuilt skyline for once in centuries.

The Dunkildor partied and drank their way through barrels of Mesttleneed, a strong alcohol that's made from fermented riceweed and the blood of the Kutak Beetle. It was something that made was always good for parties and many Ducks believe that most other drinks are too light for their taste. The celebration was not without merit. The people were feeling happy despite quacking major protests before they heard what the Clans leaders had finally come together to talk about politics now that they have made a friend that devoted financial aid in exchange for the Clans to give them the ability to speed up the restoration and give them the economic net that they needed.

Clan Situr redeemed itself by making a friend with the Dentali but with the current piracy problem across the region. The war Clans were led by Clan Helsthtiem. The Clan itself had been on the planet and spearhead the defense against the Cybernetic forces and his great grandmother had manage to lift the blockade by the blessing of the gods. Helsthiem was happy that Vihungyr had managed the planet and brought it back to its glorious past, but he advocated for opening the Olhmsdola mines and to set up a shipyard to bring their navy back up. It was to the point that they wanted a war economy in order to push the pirates and bring the nomadic Duck raider Clans back home.

No matter what was the next order of business they needed to complete the infrastructure and make a decision if they want to be a war economy.

Action:Complete the Infrastructure project

[Bla Ary]

Hermes AuLune, Family Estate



Hermes AuLune sat alone in his office. As he typed, he thought back to the senate. Would they approve of his current course of action? Unlikely, but they wouldn't stop him. He reviewed his letter one last time.

"Chief Engineer Baral,

As you know, we have recently come upon a large swath of trade availability. As such, escort ships are of the utmost priority. I want more resources allocated to the shipyards and their completion. To do so, we will be placing a 0.02% tariff on all imports. I want those shipyards complete as soon as possible. If my economic models are correct, this should allows to quickly raise the yards, and the begin selling small ships right away to cover the cost of the malevolent. I trust you won't disappoint me.

Hermes AuLune, CEO"

More, more, more!!!

Hermes AuLune want's the shipyards completed soon as possible, and has imposed a minuscule tariff on imports, knowing that by keeping it off exports he holds no risk to EXOC's own business. The money will be given to Baral to use as he sees fit in the expedited completion of the shipyards.

Action:
Impose small tariff to speed up shipyard production.