The First Age of the Coalition: Exodus
Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:28 pm
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"There comes a time in every nation's history where a change must occur if the nation is to prosper."
-Gaius Kauvus, from his book Kauvara in the Modern World
PALACE OF THE FOX
VULPES, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:01 HOURS
Emperor Aleksandr Or’yan, accompanied by the ever-present Gaius Kauvus, began to speak to the assembled crowd of millions.
“People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. We are leaving. We are not meant for a world such as this. It is one of blood. Of violence. Of senselessness. We understand what it means to defend ourselves, and to fight for others. Let none deny our resolve. I ask you this: in the entire history of Kauvara, when have we ever backed down when civilian lives were at risk? I'll tell you.
Never.
In Aldard, we lost over 1,000,000 of our brave soldiers fighting the forces of Kommandoria, O5vx, Patoma, Aulszreich, Draviousa, and even the legions of Ralkovia, a tragedy our military has never fully recovered from. But we saved 7,000,000 innocents.
In the Darksnow War, our brave pilots placed themselves squarely between the Kommandorians, Lolzieristanis, CDSPians, and Sovietyetans. We lost entire squadrons of our brave pilots. But we saved 2,600,000 innocents.
Around the world, our special forces have been the wrench that keeps the gears of war from moving, saving untold millions of lives. Kauvara is the definition of freedom and helping those who cannot help themselves.
However, it is now that we must depart this world. We must carve out our own destiny amongst the stars. We must break free of this world’s bonds, its shackles of violence.
In the Sovietyeto, genocide reigns. The sharpness of your bayonet matters more than the sharpness of your mind.
In the Socialist Provinces, war is the only language understood. They seek blood where none has to be spilt.
In Kommandoria, a person is no more than a number. A devoted number, but a number nonetheless.
In China, while they are on the rise, a person is a statistic. Their soldiers are disposable. Their workers drones.
In Lolzieristan, crime lords reign supreme. The people are nothing but objects to be exploited by a corrupt government.
People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. Our Exodus begins today. The Coalition Fleet currently holds orbit over the world, awaiting your arrival. We have already established our stations throughout the system. Only one challenge remains: Mars. We are going to build a new home for ourselves there. One far away from the pointless mud, blood, and tears of this world. Rest assured, there will be more where we go. Life will not be easy. It may be decades before we can establish ourselves on the Red Planet. But rest-assured: we will be victorious. Only 40 years ago, we were at the throats of our neighbors, vying for supremacy over our land. Look at what we have accomplished by uniting? This is an unparalleled Golden Age for Kauvara. And we will ride this age to Mars and beyond.
The ships of Coalition Navy stand ready to transport us across the stars, to Mars and beyond. The soldiers of the Coalition Marine Corps will be our guardians, ready to stand against whatever lies on Mars and beyond. The scientists of the Coalition Science Division will guide us in whatever we find on Mars and beyond.
People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. Mount up.”
With Or’yan’s words, great Lunar-class ships descended from the heavens all around Kauvara, landing and extracting people by the thousands, bound for the Fleet of Righteous Exodus. Hundreds of thousands of dropships and gunships pierced the skies, extracting people with supreme efficiency, bringing them up into orbit.
A Lunar-class frigate descending over Vulpes Central Park
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DANIK CITY HALL
PORT CITY OF DANIK, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Go! Go! Go!”
The Aureliae Family moved quickly, being ushered by Coalition Marines into the back of an Eagle-class dropship. Hundreds of the sleek shuttles were landing and taking off every minute, efficiently extracting everybody from Danik. Gunfire was erupting in the distance as the Danik Guardian Regiment was evacuating, losing the city to the beasts and monsters of the seas. They were one of the last families to leave, boarding the final transport. As it lifted off, they looked back down at their home. A squad of guardsmen was engaging a Scylla on 3rd Street, their outdated M4s ripping into it. The beast screamed, and lunged at the guardsmen. A Raven-class gunship swept it with rockets and autocannon fire, ripping it apart as it was about to descend on the soldiers, before extracting the beleaguered men and women. The city itself had been picked clean, with only a few scraps of technology left. Soon, the rear door closed, and they left Earth, boarding the CMCS Spirit of Fire.
Victor-068 lifting off from the Danik coastline
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FIELDS OF FYRTO
FYRTO, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Look out, here comes more of them!” cried Guardsman Ludo Valens.
A pack of Fyrtan velobeasts was charging a pack of civilians, soldiers of the Fyrtan Guardian Regiment lining up, opening fire into their mass. One of the velobeasts dove, ripping a guardsman in half, before being gunned down by his fellow soldiers.
“Fall back! Fall back!”
More beasts charged out of the treeline, moving quickly towards the pack of fleeing Kauvarans. Valens thought they were finished. Suddenly, from on high, a Navy squadron of Hök Fighter-Bombers streaked out of orbit, lighting up the treeline with a thunderous clap, flames incinerating the beasts.
The heat of the explosion made Valens fall backwards. Another velobeast bound on top of him, its talon extended, ready to slice him open. A series of shots impacted in its flank, before it fell off of him. A pair of hands picked Valens up, and dragged him into a dropship with the civilians as it lifted off.
Valens looked down below. The city was lost. Beasts stalked the streets and buildings. Fyrto became like a scene from Hell, with the demons stalking the flames of what was once a paradise.
The dropship continued upwards, docking with the CMCS Pegasus.
A guardsmen being ripped in half
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INDUSTRIAL SECTOR D-17
TAKAN, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“C’mon, climb! You have to keep climbing!”
Civilians were frantic, climbing up the industrial spires to reach the waiting dropships as fast as they could. Coalition Marines were being deployed, covering the escape of the civilians as winged Garudas and Dartdragons picked at the civilians. One of the Marines shouldered an SMTL-1 Tactical Laser and fired, blowing apart one of the Garudas. As he aimed at another, he was swarmed by Dartdragons, their tiny mouths literally eating him alive centimeter by centimeter, before all that remained were some bloody bits of bone and ballistic armor.
“We’re almost there! Hurry!”
The dropships were only a dozen feet away. Their doorguns were ripping apart swarms of Dartdragons. A Garuda grabbed one of the dropships, however, tearing it in half with its mighty talons, casting the debris off the spire before being shot apart by autocannon fire. The civilians and soldiers mounted up, sealing the doors quickly. Dartdragons scratched outside, trying to get in. One of the soldiers banged on the hull. “That’s Grade A tungsten-titanium, you little bastards! You ain’t getting through!”
The ships ascended, docking with the CMCS Griffon.
An Eagle-class lifts off from one of the towers
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CONSOSIATIONIS NATIONUM (CN) HALLS
BONSA, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Gentlemen, we have to leave! NOW!”
Guardsmen of the BGR streamed into the halls, evacuating the delegates from each nation, escorting them to their nation’s helicopters. “Your pilots will take you to the airfield, where a KHT-4 will take you wherever you wish to go. This city is lost. You must evacuate!”
The helicopters lifted off, taking the foreign delegates to the airfield. The Kauvaran delegate, Kyle Phillips, stayed behind. “Guardsman! Get the civilians out of here! And somebody hand me a rifle!” he yelled. A soldier tossed him an aging Kommandorian M-4 Carbine. “Better than nothing…” he mused, as he made his way to the extraction zone.
Driving through the now abandoned city, Phillips and the guardsmen watched as pristine desolation passed by them. The International Quarter, once home to a multitude of different nationalities, was now deserted, its inhabitants aboard the CMCS Jormungandr. The international market, once the biggest area to buy commodities in-person (a rarity in the electronic, networked Kauvaran nation), lay bare, civilians taking everything they would with them. They finally reached the airfield, the great gates opening, then sealing behind them.
“Welcome, sir! You might wish to get aboard!” said a Marine, motioning towards the dropship.
“Yes, yes of course. After you, though, son,” Phillips replied. The group boarded the dropship, and made their way towards the CMCS Sphinx, as Phillips contemplated Kauvara’s future, his armor resting upon him.
Phillips contemplates Kauvara’s future aboard a dropship
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DRYDOCK SUPERSTRUCTURE IV
ALDVEKT, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
The city was barren, already having been long-since evacuated. The once-proud naval base now lay in ruins, its ships half-sunk or salvaged for the construction of the Coalition ships. A hydra stalked the remains of the destroyer IKS Fox’s Will, searching for silverfish to feast on.
A massive Kauvaran sea serpent stalked the waters outside the drydock, waiting for the hydra to come out, before being itself eaten by a Leviathan.
There’s always a bigger fish…
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BRIEFING ROOM
FRIGATE CMCS VULPES
00:00 HOURS (SHIPBOARD TIME)
The Coalition Marine Corps Fleet
Captain Matthias Gavenson and his best troops entered the briefing room. On the wall was the flag of the 13th Infantry, Gavenson’s new command. It was time for their first mission of importance. Gavenson thought back to Mars, staking out a claim. To Io, building shipyards. To Thalassa, building sensor stations. Now it was time to do something big.
“Attention!” called out one of the sailors. Gavenson snapped to salute, as the Emperor himself, alongside the ever-present Gaius Kauvus, walked in. “At ease, gentlemen,” he said. Gavenson relaxed.
“I’m sure you’re all curious as to what we’re doing here. Captain, I’ve ordered you to assemble your men for one reason. The Administratii found something on Luna. Something big. You all are to go in and secure it, find out what it is, and extract it to the Loytyo. Captain, I trust these are your best soldiers?”
Gavenson looked around at Sydney Dunn, Haruka Yamashi, Julius Kydno, Sara McGran, Yelena Federova, and Jayrus Tiberyon. “Yes, sir. These are them.”
“Excellent, Captain. We-“ Or’yan was cut off as a loudspeaker sounded.
“Sir, we are approaching the drop zone,” said the voice of the ship’s captain. “Deployment in 5 minutes.”
“Well, you heard him, Gavenson. Get moving,” the emperor said, smiling.
“Alright, you miserable lot!” Gavenson called out. “Move like you got a purpose!”
The team made their way to the armory, suiting up, before getting into an Eagle-class dropship. “We are go for drop, ladies and gentlemen. Hold on your butts!” the pilot called out. The massive hangar doors opened, and the ship flew out, heading down for the Prizyetsi colony of Luna.
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UNKNOWN LOCATION
UKNOWN LOCATION, NOVA AETAS
12:54 HOURS
The so-called “City of Light” had gone dark. No sound could be heard. The great gates were sealed, the trains disabled, and the citizens evacuated up the elevator. It was almost eerie. A skyraptor flew across the perimeter, before being destroyed by the automated defenses before it could even get one meter inside, piercing the quiet with a thunderous roar. And then everything was quiet again, save one noise:
A single ship was being moved up the elevator. It was empty, with a message inside:
TO WHOMEVER FINDS THIS VESSEL.
YOU HAVE FOUND OUR FINAL GIFT TO THE WORLD. USE IT. FOLLOW US. FIND US.
JOIN US.
"There comes a time in every nation's history where a change must occur if the nation is to prosper."
-Gaius Kauvus, from his book Kauvara in the Modern World
PALACE OF THE FOX
VULPES, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:01 HOURS
Emperor Aleksandr Or’yan, accompanied by the ever-present Gaius Kauvus, began to speak to the assembled crowd of millions.
“People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. We are leaving. We are not meant for a world such as this. It is one of blood. Of violence. Of senselessness. We understand what it means to defend ourselves, and to fight for others. Let none deny our resolve. I ask you this: in the entire history of Kauvara, when have we ever backed down when civilian lives were at risk? I'll tell you.
Never.
In Aldard, we lost over 1,000,000 of our brave soldiers fighting the forces of Kommandoria, O5vx, Patoma, Aulszreich, Draviousa, and even the legions of Ralkovia, a tragedy our military has never fully recovered from. But we saved 7,000,000 innocents.
In the Darksnow War, our brave pilots placed themselves squarely between the Kommandorians, Lolzieristanis, CDSPians, and Sovietyetans. We lost entire squadrons of our brave pilots. But we saved 2,600,000 innocents.
Around the world, our special forces have been the wrench that keeps the gears of war from moving, saving untold millions of lives. Kauvara is the definition of freedom and helping those who cannot help themselves.
However, it is now that we must depart this world. We must carve out our own destiny amongst the stars. We must break free of this world’s bonds, its shackles of violence.
In the Sovietyeto, genocide reigns. The sharpness of your bayonet matters more than the sharpness of your mind.
In the Socialist Provinces, war is the only language understood. They seek blood where none has to be spilt.
In Kommandoria, a person is no more than a number. A devoted number, but a number nonetheless.
In China, while they are on the rise, a person is a statistic. Their soldiers are disposable. Their workers drones.
In Lolzieristan, crime lords reign supreme. The people are nothing but objects to be exploited by a corrupt government.
People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. Our Exodus begins today. The Coalition Fleet currently holds orbit over the world, awaiting your arrival. We have already established our stations throughout the system. Only one challenge remains: Mars. We are going to build a new home for ourselves there. One far away from the pointless mud, blood, and tears of this world. Rest assured, there will be more where we go. Life will not be easy. It may be decades before we can establish ourselves on the Red Planet. But rest-assured: we will be victorious. Only 40 years ago, we were at the throats of our neighbors, vying for supremacy over our land. Look at what we have accomplished by uniting? This is an unparalleled Golden Age for Kauvara. And we will ride this age to Mars and beyond.
The ships of Coalition Navy stand ready to transport us across the stars, to Mars and beyond. The soldiers of the Coalition Marine Corps will be our guardians, ready to stand against whatever lies on Mars and beyond. The scientists of the Coalition Science Division will guide us in whatever we find on Mars and beyond.
People of Kauvara. Children of the Fox. The minds of this world. Mount up.”
With Or’yan’s words, great Lunar-class ships descended from the heavens all around Kauvara, landing and extracting people by the thousands, bound for the Fleet of Righteous Exodus. Hundreds of thousands of dropships and gunships pierced the skies, extracting people with supreme efficiency, bringing them up into orbit.
A Lunar-class frigate descending over Vulpes Central Park
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DANIK CITY HALL
PORT CITY OF DANIK, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Go! Go! Go!”
The Aureliae Family moved quickly, being ushered by Coalition Marines into the back of an Eagle-class dropship. Hundreds of the sleek shuttles were landing and taking off every minute, efficiently extracting everybody from Danik. Gunfire was erupting in the distance as the Danik Guardian Regiment was evacuating, losing the city to the beasts and monsters of the seas. They were one of the last families to leave, boarding the final transport. As it lifted off, they looked back down at their home. A squad of guardsmen was engaging a Scylla on 3rd Street, their outdated M4s ripping into it. The beast screamed, and lunged at the guardsmen. A Raven-class gunship swept it with rockets and autocannon fire, ripping it apart as it was about to descend on the soldiers, before extracting the beleaguered men and women. The city itself had been picked clean, with only a few scraps of technology left. Soon, the rear door closed, and they left Earth, boarding the CMCS Spirit of Fire.
Victor-068 lifting off from the Danik coastline
<><><><><>
FIELDS OF FYRTO
FYRTO, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Look out, here comes more of them!” cried Guardsman Ludo Valens.
A pack of Fyrtan velobeasts was charging a pack of civilians, soldiers of the Fyrtan Guardian Regiment lining up, opening fire into their mass. One of the velobeasts dove, ripping a guardsman in half, before being gunned down by his fellow soldiers.
“Fall back! Fall back!”
More beasts charged out of the treeline, moving quickly towards the pack of fleeing Kauvarans. Valens thought they were finished. Suddenly, from on high, a Navy squadron of Hök Fighter-Bombers streaked out of orbit, lighting up the treeline with a thunderous clap, flames incinerating the beasts.
The heat of the explosion made Valens fall backwards. Another velobeast bound on top of him, its talon extended, ready to slice him open. A series of shots impacted in its flank, before it fell off of him. A pair of hands picked Valens up, and dragged him into a dropship with the civilians as it lifted off.
Valens looked down below. The city was lost. Beasts stalked the streets and buildings. Fyrto became like a scene from Hell, with the demons stalking the flames of what was once a paradise.
The dropship continued upwards, docking with the CMCS Pegasus.
A guardsmen being ripped in half
<><><><><>
INDUSTRIAL SECTOR D-17
TAKAN, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“C’mon, climb! You have to keep climbing!”
Civilians were frantic, climbing up the industrial spires to reach the waiting dropships as fast as they could. Coalition Marines were being deployed, covering the escape of the civilians as winged Garudas and Dartdragons picked at the civilians. One of the Marines shouldered an SMTL-1 Tactical Laser and fired, blowing apart one of the Garudas. As he aimed at another, he was swarmed by Dartdragons, their tiny mouths literally eating him alive centimeter by centimeter, before all that remained were some bloody bits of bone and ballistic armor.
“We’re almost there! Hurry!”
The dropships were only a dozen feet away. Their doorguns were ripping apart swarms of Dartdragons. A Garuda grabbed one of the dropships, however, tearing it in half with its mighty talons, casting the debris off the spire before being shot apart by autocannon fire. The civilians and soldiers mounted up, sealing the doors quickly. Dartdragons scratched outside, trying to get in. One of the soldiers banged on the hull. “That’s Grade A tungsten-titanium, you little bastards! You ain’t getting through!”
The ships ascended, docking with the CMCS Griffon.
An Eagle-class lifts off from one of the towers
<><><><><>
CONSOSIATIONIS NATIONUM (CN) HALLS
BONSA, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
“Gentlemen, we have to leave! NOW!”
Guardsmen of the BGR streamed into the halls, evacuating the delegates from each nation, escorting them to their nation’s helicopters. “Your pilots will take you to the airfield, where a KHT-4 will take you wherever you wish to go. This city is lost. You must evacuate!”
The helicopters lifted off, taking the foreign delegates to the airfield. The Kauvaran delegate, Kyle Phillips, stayed behind. “Guardsman! Get the civilians out of here! And somebody hand me a rifle!” he yelled. A soldier tossed him an aging Kommandorian M-4 Carbine. “Better than nothing…” he mused, as he made his way to the extraction zone.
Driving through the now abandoned city, Phillips and the guardsmen watched as pristine desolation passed by them. The International Quarter, once home to a multitude of different nationalities, was now deserted, its inhabitants aboard the CMCS Jormungandr. The international market, once the biggest area to buy commodities in-person (a rarity in the electronic, networked Kauvaran nation), lay bare, civilians taking everything they would with them. They finally reached the airfield, the great gates opening, then sealing behind them.
“Welcome, sir! You might wish to get aboard!” said a Marine, motioning towards the dropship.
“Yes, yes of course. After you, though, son,” Phillips replied. The group boarded the dropship, and made their way towards the CMCS Sphinx, as Phillips contemplated Kauvara’s future, his armor resting upon him.
Phillips contemplates Kauvara’s future aboard a dropship
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DRYDOCK SUPERSTRUCTURE IV
ALDVEKT, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
12:54 HOURS
The city was barren, already having been long-since evacuated. The once-proud naval base now lay in ruins, its ships half-sunk or salvaged for the construction of the Coalition ships. A hydra stalked the remains of the destroyer IKS Fox’s Will, searching for silverfish to feast on.
A massive Kauvaran sea serpent stalked the waters outside the drydock, waiting for the hydra to come out, before being itself eaten by a Leviathan.
There’s always a bigger fish…
<><><><><>
BRIEFING ROOM
FRIGATE CMCS VULPES
00:00 HOURS (SHIPBOARD TIME)
The Coalition Marine Corps Fleet
Captain Matthias Gavenson and his best troops entered the briefing room. On the wall was the flag of the 13th Infantry, Gavenson’s new command. It was time for their first mission of importance. Gavenson thought back to Mars, staking out a claim. To Io, building shipyards. To Thalassa, building sensor stations. Now it was time to do something big.
“Attention!” called out one of the sailors. Gavenson snapped to salute, as the Emperor himself, alongside the ever-present Gaius Kauvus, walked in. “At ease, gentlemen,” he said. Gavenson relaxed.
“I’m sure you’re all curious as to what we’re doing here. Captain, I’ve ordered you to assemble your men for one reason. The Administratii found something on Luna. Something big. You all are to go in and secure it, find out what it is, and extract it to the Loytyo. Captain, I trust these are your best soldiers?”
Gavenson looked around at Sydney Dunn, Haruka Yamashi, Julius Kydno, Sara McGran, Yelena Federova, and Jayrus Tiberyon. “Yes, sir. These are them.”
“Excellent, Captain. We-“ Or’yan was cut off as a loudspeaker sounded.
“Sir, we are approaching the drop zone,” said the voice of the ship’s captain. “Deployment in 5 minutes.”
“Well, you heard him, Gavenson. Get moving,” the emperor said, smiling.
“Alright, you miserable lot!” Gavenson called out. “Move like you got a purpose!”
The team made their way to the armory, suiting up, before getting into an Eagle-class dropship. “We are go for drop, ladies and gentlemen. Hold on your butts!” the pilot called out. The massive hangar doors opened, and the ship flew out, heading down for the Prizyetsi colony of Luna.
<><><><><>
UNKNOWN LOCATION
UKNOWN LOCATION, NOVA AETAS
12:54 HOURS
The so-called “City of Light” had gone dark. No sound could be heard. The great gates were sealed, the trains disabled, and the citizens evacuated up the elevator. It was almost eerie. A skyraptor flew across the perimeter, before being destroyed by the automated defenses before it could even get one meter inside, piercing the quiet with a thunderous roar. And then everything was quiet again, save one noise:
A single ship was being moved up the elevator. It was empty, with a message inside:
TO WHOMEVER FINDS THIS VESSEL.
YOU HAVE FOUND OUR FINAL GIFT TO THE WORLD. USE IT. FOLLOW US. FIND US.
JOIN US.