Umbrous Sector Continuation Wars (FT, IC, Apply AT OOC)

[Vadia]

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IC:

Umbrous Sector
Furar System
Furar Secundus
5 months later

"Absolutely Chief Hinojos."

"As you say High Chief Hinojos."

"Would you like a refill Chief Hinojos."

Chief Hinojos leaned back into his comfortable chair made from a mixture of velvet, silk, and titanium, a new product of his considerable power and wealth after the changes started five months ago. His eyes looked at his plate and within him, there was just more frustration like before. Despite not even being old enough to be a grandfather by any means, he was unable to consume a wide range of foods still. Anything too sweet, too fatty, too spicy, or even too salty; was of great concern to him. Heartburn, acid coming back his throat, heart disease, high blood pressure. These were conditions that plagued men twenty years older than him, and most of them had just one of these conditions instead of all of them. This was why he was stuck eating this incredibly lean chicken, potatoes, carrots, and celery. The food had to be fresh and prepared a specific way, to prevent anything creeping in that would cause problems.

His eyes drifted up towards the subjects around the table, who mostly had no idea they were subjects to the degree that they were. They remained younger and less educated, but the few qualified people to be part of the leadership. His eyes drifted over to members of the "High Security Unit" that were standing around the room on guard, keeping a watch out. Before the shift, before he crashed the space station into the flagship and had what remained raided, these men had been wearing full bodysuits to protect them and "squad helmets". Those helmets allowed them to keep track of each other and give orders between them, somewhat quietly. This made the units better at being coordinated and somewhat covert, but it ruined their ability to be alert and hear their surroundings. This meant they had to use "stims" to make up the difference, but only so much difference was made up. He had two solutions that quickly began to work themselves out: the first being that helmets would be designed to not cover the ears at all and the second being that "squad helmets" would have microphones installed that so that their headsets would increase their awareness, rather than reducing it. Due to these two changes, it would be a lot harder for people to sneak up on his best men, or any of the security forces at all.

One of the biggest changes that had allowed his "Coup" to go so well, was that he could regularly wipe people and change their memories. This is why that.... The moron who was in charge of the fleet, him... He was convinced that his greatest joy was suddenly crashing space stations into large flagships. His name didn't matter, he was dead now. The other major change was how he got ahold of those mysterious "unbreakable" rifles and issued them out to his best men, complete with large drum magazines, and special ammo with heavier API bullets. Oh, and there had been something about issuing out heavy ceramic plates as well, having his men taking a cocktail of steroids and testosterone boosters.

They were difficult to kill, hyper aggressive, decently mobile, decently alert, well coordinated, and spraying down the "Masters" with bullets that ripped through them and tore up their insides.

And the people? The people remembered whatever he wanted them to remember, to a point. What they remembered now was that they were oppressed and resources were limited, and now he fixed everything and many things were more plentiful now.

Now if only that minor rebellion that barely did any harm would stop being so annoying. It didn't really do much, but his security forces kept acting like it was a big deal. For political reasons, he had to pretend like they were this frustrating problem, but also repeatively stress how weak they were.

[Doppio Giudici]

Warlord Space
Furari System
Goth, Expansion Class Extinguisher
5 months later

Colonel Hamzah adjusted the fine details of his dress uniform, which were few and far between for the Prole Confederation. The Star Nation had a great deal of interest in "tactical" or "combat-ready" dress, but little interest in formal wear of most kinds. This had something to do with many years of war and limited materials, along with a general suspicion of "industrialists" who actually wanted to be rich. For a thousand years there had been nothing but faith and country, and after that was the belief that life was meant to be spent fighting, struggling, building, studying, and trying to make the world a better place. The last few years had changed that agenda, now "The Sector" and by extension Beta Quadrent would be cleaned up as well.That mean this sector as well.

"So is all of this region like this?", A contractor and middle man known as "Lee" asked.

"Can you be more specific?"

"The sectors or areas around this one? You live in another with a generic and undescriptive name yes?"

"Affirm, we refer to our home sector, as "The Sector". Same as how most planets used to call their moon, "The Moon", and their star, "The Sun"." There was a pause as Hamzah rubbed at his chin and considered the question for a few moments, looking down as he tried to focus, "Yes, I would say so. If you pay attention to the galaxy wide broadcasts, the general news of this area is that the core of Beta has "gone dark" and filled with banditry. There is several portals to other quadrents or galaxies in our home sector, along with a few nearby trading hubs....but it seems that word hasn't gotten out. My people are not proud enough to present ourselves as lone proof of what the center of Beta is like, the part between the sides, core, and rim."

Lee was wearing a pair of shades in doors, which was fine considering how bright grey and well lit the massive flagship tended to be. Crossing his arms, he stood there considering this all in grey dress pants and a button-up shirt, along with an expensive watch and phone. While Lee was thinking, Hamzah had walked over to a viewscreen that was posing as a window, and "looked out" at the Germerican battleships, cruisers that were. escorting them. There had been intentions of outnumbering the escort and being paranoid, but with allies being allies, it was best to pretend to trust them...even if they were mercenaries. Over a hundred years of being careful with inflation and backing currency with energy had caused the Prole Confederation Credit to rise in value over time, making it harder and harder to export, but easier and easier to import. Despite all of these problems, by this point the Prole Confederation was so big that it entirely didn't matter anymore, there was no need to sell, and Beta was so rundown that it was desperate for "cash". Hamzah breathed in and then started speaking again.

"Why exactly are you a consultant and not one of the mercenaries? You're Germerican right?"

"Yes.... But apparently...I am a socialist, which is deeply unpopular back home."

"Do they got a problem with you being agnostic?"

"No... Not really... I doubt anyone noticed either.... They are going to be upset if they ever figure out what exactly your religion is and how it functions."

"Yess......But they don't need to know. We know there isn't much difference, and that's all they need to know." There was a pause from Hamzah again as he turned around to look at Lee, "We can count on them....Correct?"

"You are still planning to possibly have backup for raiding vessels? Yes, if you're hiring Colonial Marine or Space Force Units, they can handle it. No biological or cybernetic enhancements besides minor consumables, they won't even take stims, but a lot of them smoke on the clock and drink off the clock."

"That's.....acceptable.... We won't have to rely on the supplementary mercenaries as much then, which is good. Have you looked at the comparison charts and placed the various units?"

"I would say that...The Colonial Marine units are what you would call "Type B" and the rest of them are generally what you would call "Type C". It's all generally a lot better than a lot of these bandits and lowlifes seem to be capable of, and I'm led to assume it's about par for the course with your own forces."

"I would generally say there are higher quality equipment and more manpower, more diversity, more augmentation or willingness to experiment. However, you are right, they can certainly keep up at times, if they are as you describe them."

"Anything we should prepare for?"

"We're getting some readouts saying that the station isn't where it should be, so we might have to do a limited ground landing. Going to be some very quick in and out if possible, no more than a few days on the ground at most."

"I'll let them know.

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Charles Coleman was lighting up a cigar, which was referred to as a "Cuban" and checking to make sure his M4 service pistol was fully cleaned and prepared. Considering the situations they were expected to be placed in and the kind of threats they had faced at home, it was a wonder the caliber of the pistol remained in 9mm. Part of that had to do with how heavy .45 could be and part of that had to do with how body armor had been a reality for close to a hundred years now, at least on his own home planet.

That was why the handgun was currently issued with M9A27 AP cartridges, brand newly designed this year. Each of them was "magnum" rated, and paired with a special bullet that had a harder metal inner core and a high-impact resin for the rest. Due to how hard and strong the resin was, it tended to penetrate into flesh, and if it finally cracked, it would fragment within the internal organs of a human. However, the material was a bit softer then hard steels and so the resin would break off it it impacted most types of armor, which were indeed stronger then most steels that weren't alloys.

The gun wasn't cheap and involved massive amounts of hand-fitting, and workmanship, but this resulted in it being durable "as a rock" while also being "buttery smooth" with a "crisp short trigger". The longer barrel, "red-dot" sight, "laser targetting system", muzzle-break, and extended magazine took it that last bit further. There was also the replaced springs and parts to handle the "magnum ammo", but he wasn't aware those were even different from the standard model.

It was a good thing that his version was weighed down with more parts, considering the power of the ammo it was firing. The standard model had a working mechanism made of steel alloy with some high-strength plastic parts, while the outer casing was machined from lightweight alloys. Overall, the whole pistol stuck with a 12 round magazine was almost under 2 pounds.