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by Rodez » Sun Oct 11, 2020 1:46 pm
by Revlona » Sun Oct 11, 2020 2:33 pm
Revlona wrote:What are the highest ranks one can achieve in the military (both ground forces side and naval) without being a governor?
And is the military decentralized like the other parts of the empire? Like with individual defense forces? Both centralized and decentralised?
by Remnants of Exilvania » Sun Oct 11, 2020 2:45 pm
by Imperialisium » Sun Oct 11, 2020 6:54 pm
by Imperialisium » Sun Oct 11, 2020 6:54 pm
Rodez wrote:@Imp, my app for a Guvernadur/Grand Admiral is almost done, but should I fill out the faction side of the app even though it's for a Governorate? It's a vast territory but technically it's only "his" through public office, so I imagine most of that power is delegated by necessity anyways.
by Bentus » Sun Oct 11, 2020 8:23 pm
Imperialisium wrote:and it is officially open
"Though I fly through the valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For I am at the Karman line and climbing." - Bentusi SABRE motto
North America Inc wrote:13. IfFinland SSR or Bentusanyone spams the Discord with shipping goals, I will personally tell your mother.
by Bolslania » Sun Oct 11, 2020 8:52 pm
by The Empire of Tau » Sun Oct 11, 2020 8:57 pm
Name: Polan Brown
Nickname: N/A
Age: 38
Birth Date: May 1st, 25,660
Gender: Male
Planet of Origin: Nasak
Race/Species: Human
Height: 5’6
Weight: 151 lbs
Physical Description or Image: Polan Brown during the Pejan Revolution on Kebin
Social Class: Armed and Angry Proletariat
Titles: Chief of General Staff
Occupation: Socialist Revolutionary
Hobbies/Pastimes: Writing, printing, and cooking.
Religious Beliefs: N/A
Talents/Skills: Polan, over his career of 7-8 years of guerilla warfare, has a vast understanding of the finer points of committing to an irregular method of war. Somewhat early on in his career, on a tactical scale, Brown was able to confidently execute amushes, hit-and-run attacks, supply raids, and likewise. Going further into his career, Polan quickly understood the socio-economic and political aspects of waging a socialist revolutionary campaign, and the important factor of civic importance of social reform among the lower classes as the campaign went on. On Kebus, where Brown started to gain prominent roles in command, staffing, and logistics, he would take the task of learning how to manage a decentralized to semi-centralized organizational structure of a guerilla army of hundreds of different cells and columns of fighters, along with maneuvering the political aspect of such army at his level of command. Polan Brown is also a medical professional, having gone to higher education, graduated, and then using such knowledge in the medical service industry for a few years, and elsewhere on his Pejan Journey, and then in his guerilla fighter career.
Personality: When not in active combat and on the job, Polan is a polite and soft-spoken person. He is extremely patient and calm, unable to easily get annoyed or anxious. Polan will also make sure that people around me are comfortable, both mentally and physically, as per his selfless nature. The man has a genuine care for others and keeps in mind their feelings and such. On duty, Polan is more assertive and loud, understanding his role as a leader and commander of a revolutionary movement, and will not be afraid to engage in heavy debate over on what to do next.
Biography:Early Life
Polan Brown, originally known as Silson Brown at birth and for much of his early life and early adult years, was born to a middle-class family in the periphery region, in the civil world known as Nasak. Silson was introduced to a wide spectrum of political perspectives as a young boy, with his father being a prominent civil servant who debated his colleagues within the household, when invited for a drink. In school as a teen, Silson actively attended sport clubs and events, but more often enjoyed the passion of reading various subjects on the matter of the history of the Imperium, religion, political science, and economics. In university, Silson chose the path of medical science for his future, much to the dismay of his father but happiness to her mother. After graduation, Silson spent some years in the medical service industry in Nasak before deciding to take a journey throughout the Pejan Sector (where Nasak was located in), wanderlust if you will.
The Pejan Journey
Starting on his homeworld first, Silson went onwards to the rural side of Nasak since he had never seen a farm or the people there in his life before, in person anyhow, he heard and seen plenty of them in the mainstream news and likewise in his comfortable urban dwelling. The southwest continent of Kebin was where Silson first traveled, where he transversed a total of 1,000-kilometers, one of his shorter-journeys. In what Silson calls his “first-journey,” he was shocked by the low-living conditions and life that these farmers had on their small plots of farmland, where wealthy landlords owned the plots and demanded high-rent. Silson was then unhappy to find out that the same crushing poverty extended to much of the whole Kebin continent to mines, factory-towns, and likewise. The man decided to do more investigation research on his own, proposing as a poor farmer looking for work. Silson got a job as a farm-hand in the Bretti’s family, a poor household of four.
For three-years, Silson committed himself to the lifestyle of those workers, damming his personal life as a successful doctor back home. Backbreaking labor was the first thing that Silson noted. The Bretti’s family had to keep getting as much high-yield from their small plot, in order to get the money that they needed to repair their equipment, pay rent, get seeds, and what else needed for life. There was little crop left for the Bretti(s), just enough to eat off of, and barely any money to take home, compounded by living and job costs. The father and husband of the family, Wayson, did have an education under his belt, albeit it was very limited to just decent reading and writing skills. The rest were not so educated in matters of their father, unable to write but barely able to read. Medical care was out of their reach by cost and the distance of the closest hospital. Silson, a trained doctor, did his best to aid the Bretti family medically, but the lack of any form of proper equipment and drugs did not help in the slightest.
The interactions of the Bretti family with other farmers in the area greatly impressed Silson. Noted in his diary was “unbelievable camaraderie and solidarity among those desperate and poverty stricken people.” Brown did have to eventually leave the Bretti(s), but not without saying a goodbye and a hug. In his quest to figure out if similar conditions existed elsewhere, Silson traveled to other planets in the Pejan sector. The “second-journey” landed the man on the planet of Keus, a massive-hub of mining and industry for the sector. To his amazement, things were worse. Recollecting from memory, the young adult remembered that Keus used prison labor. In order to understand the nature of work here, Silson volunteered as a medical worker in a clinic. From daily conversations with the prisoners, a lot of them were given minor offenses, with few given heavy charges. They slept in tight, unsafe, and unclean rooms. The food was ungodly, and their work was highly dangerous with no benefits or wage afforded to them. In essence, the “prisoners” here were nothing more than legal-slave labor. Other prisoners noted that they were factory workers, where their conditions were no worse than the miners.
With enough seen, Silson went on to other planets, resulting in his final “fourth-journey” at the age of 29. The doctor went back to the Bretti(s) to say hi after some odd years. The family was still alive and Silson wanted to know what was occurring now. Wayson told Silson that he heard about a new land redistribution program planned. Digging into this, Silson figured out that a new admin head was appointed in Kebin, a popular figure of the name Else Akeley. Intrigued, Silson got to one of her open-speeches in the Kebin capital of Ierev. While there, Silson met and connected with the Communist Party of Nasak (CPN). Shortly after Akeley’s speech, a Galactic Commercial Combine backed coup occurred with the blessing of the local Imperium administration. A military junta was quickly installed with reforms undone, including the land reform that was all so important to Else Akeley’s platform. Silson, like he always does, did research and found out that the GCC had an agri-subsidiary operated here, and that the reforms by Akeley would harm the profits and lower the agri-subsidiary production of food and other trade-goods. Realizing what had to be done, Silson joined the Liberation Front for Kebin (LFC), an armed militia organized by the CPN.
The Pejan Revolution
Silson was not prepared mentally or physically for his new role as a guerilla fighter. He never been in combat, or even killed anyone before. He never fired a gun nor understood the fine points of guerilla warfare, and what that would entail. In all, Silson was wholly unready. Weeks turned into months as Silson’s mental condition worsened, resulting in multiple mental breakdowns, compounded by the injuries of war seen on his fellow fighters as he served as the only professional doctor in his unit of ten. Silson eventually ran away from his column and to the Bretti’s family. To his sadness, the man found a ruined plot and house. The whole family was slaughtered. Silson knew nothing on why or what reason, but it did not matter now. Inspecting the corpses, Silson saw the son of the Bretti family, Polan Bridge, hanged and his head nowhere to be seen. Alone and isolated, Silson attempted sucide but managed to pull himself up in the three weeks he stayed in the destroyed house.
Sadness and isolation soon turned into rage against the capitalist system and its allies. He made it this far. There is no turning back now. In honor of a good friend, Silson abandoned his first name in favor of Polan. While starving and weakened from eating little in his three week stay, Polan reconnected with a LFC column. Brown would have been executed for being a deserter, but no-one recognized him on account of his appearance being different enough from his state of body, and a slight change in voice. Over the months in his column, Polan quickly picked up the lessons of his officers, and read what military theory on irregular warfare wherever he could. Each hit-and-run attack, ambush, supply raid, and action taken, was engraved into the mind of Brown. Experience slowly but surely came to Polan. A year and half-in, Polan was understanding the finer points of guerilla warfare. Brown not only saw himself as a fighter, but also a social reformer. Afterall, what the hell was he fighting for? In his downtime, the man educated the peasant and whoever else on reading, writing, and medical aid, among other things like maintaining farms and buildings.
The situation on Kebin was slowly becoming unwinnable for the LFC as the Imperium started to pour into the continent. In the fifth year of prolonged war, the LFC was on its last legs with planetary and Imperium forces soon clearing out the last supply caches and bases. Polan and what few fighters were left knew that they had to escape, but to where? As if God answered, news of a massive rioting and fighting erupted on Keus. Looks like the prisoners got some inspiration from Nasak. Without much delay, Polan and the remnants of the LFC, now renamed to the Pejan Liberation Front (PLF), landed on Keus. Now filled with enough experience, Polan formed his own column of fighters. Another period of prolonged irregular warfare occurred, but not only on Keus and formerly Kebin, but elsewhere in the whole of the Pejan sector. Polan saw himself commanding not just a single unit of fighters but soon hundreds and then thousands of fighters. Brown then started to enact his social reforms seen back on Kebin, but on a larger scale. The fight for freedom and equality did not stop at just fighting back the reactionaries, but breaking down traditionalism and uplifting the proletariat. Sadly for Polan, as happened on Kebin, the revolution on Kebus was doomed as the Imperium cracked on the whole sector itself. Everywhere else in the sector, revolutionary movements were being killed left and right. To much of his regret, Polan had to leave the sector and go deeper into the outer-rim. Collecting his most seasoned officers, fighters, and whatever else, Brown fled the Prejan sector. The Pejan Revolution had failed, but You Cannot Kill an Idea.
FACTION APPLICATION
Name: People’s Liberation Front (PLF)
Organizational Structure: Socialist Revolutionary Movement/Guerilla Army
Military and Security Forces: What remnants of the PLF in the aftermath of the failed Pejan Revolution is few. Only 715 individuals went on with Polan Brown on a cargo-ship and onwards deeper into the outer-rim. Among these people are the utmost battle hardened veterans of war, from normal guerilla fighters to officers, and then the general staff. Equipment quality is different from each member, trending towards unsatisfactory performance, and all of it is captured Imperial stock. Supply is, not surprising, low. Luckily, there is a hydrofarm and water recycler (plus a large storage of water and fuel) but nothing larger then that - just the basic necessities of life to keep them going. Their taken ship is a small fast blockade runner of 1.3km, with a jump-drive.
by Union Princes » Sun Oct 11, 2020 9:42 pm
by Rodez » Sun Oct 11, 2020 11:26 pm
by Antimersia » Mon Oct 12, 2020 12:11 am
by Hastiaka » Mon Oct 12, 2020 4:29 am
by G-Tech Corporation » Mon Oct 12, 2020 6:28 am
by Lunas Legion » Mon Oct 12, 2020 6:31 am
Name: "My name is Quintara Negata-Stasa. You may have heard of me, if you are a scholar."
Nickname: "As far as I'm aware, I have none."
Age: "By my ship's chronometer, I am 234 years, two months and six days old as of this profile."
Birth Date: "I was born in the year 19,689 by the Imperial Calendar. The day and month are... Well, meaningless between planets."
Gender: "I am female."
Planet of Origin: "I was born on the world of Artemisia. A beautiful planet, yet a symbol of rot and decay nonetheless."
Race/Species: "I am human."
Height: "I am 5' 7", by the Old Measures."
Weight: "113 lbs, again, by the Old Measures."
Physical Description or Image: "I am old and withered, gaunt, spindly and thin. My face is smooth, but is aged like sun-battered leather, wrinkled and hard. I require a powered exoskeleton to be as spry as I used to be, even with the age-slowing augmentation and access to an advanced Canopus Medicae Capsule and a Helican Class Organ Printer to replace my organs as they suffer failure from age. My hair is a close-cut mass of grey, serviceable and practical for someone that finds themselves treading the dust of dead planets. No doubt some would say I am wasting away. But my eyes are as young as my mind, vividly green as they have ever been."
Social Class: "I am, or suppose was, a noble. Not that my family seemed to care."
Titles: "If I have been given any that I do not know of, then I disdain them as meaningless."
Occupation: "I was, for much of my life, a polymath. A scholar of multiple fields, a lost art in this age. Currently, I suppose one would say I am an explorer and an archaeologist. Someone less eloquent would say a treasure hunter."
Hobbies/Pastimes: "My work does not allow me time for such. Exploration, planetary survey, translation of text and reconstruction of corrupted data does not leave time for such... Frivolous things. Not when everything is at stake."
Talents/Skills: "I am, as I have said, a polymath. Primarily specialised in the less hard fields of science, admittedly; if one bothers to look, one can find my papers on history, linguistics, sociology, theology, with a few relating to the harder sciences when it comes to astronomical archaeology and the like. I have spent decades on archaeological explorations and surveys and in the reconstruction and translation of lost languages and data-sets. I can wield a sword half-competently, and I am as good as any hacker when it comes to a war of information."
Religious Beliefs: "I do not have a religious belief. It is a panacea of the mind to the collective, or that is what my research indicates. A brief and dirty repair, to prevent the collective from decaying in the realisation there is no one to save them but themselves."
Personality: "Some have called me rude. Uncouth. Others think I am too clever for my own good, or too driven by my research and a study for knowledge. I cannot say any of that is a lie, for I am too humble to deny my own flaws. I am quiet and reserved, shy, some have called me, bookish and far more comfortable with data and information than the unpredictability of interacting with people. Not qualities one would imagine the most radical of revolutionaries to possess. What I do have is the conviction of someone who has realised a terrible truth, and the cold, ruthless will to do what I believe is right to ensure that truth does not come to pass."
Biography: "To understand its philosophy, one must first understand its creator. I was born the unexpected fifth child of House Negata-Stasa, hence the name Quintara. the first part meaning fifth in an ancient language. To be the fifth child of a noble house is to have no responsibilities; the eldest will inherit the family dominion, the second will go into the Peerage, the third, the Imperial Military, the fourth, into the clergy or business. But the fifth? To be the fifth and youngest is to be... Aimless. To be informed that you have a responsibility to do the family proud, but nonetheless for it to be made clear they expect you to figure that out for yourself. To be pushed harder than any of the others in your education, since anything but perfection is considered a disappointment by your parents, simply because you are the fifth, and there is no place for you they know."
"Fortunately, I did not mind what they taught. It was both interesting and a way to avoid the punishments for failure. I did not get along with my siblings; I was the quiet one, the one always reading, only learning to fight when I had to. I sought knowledge for its own sake, to know more. It was only natural then, that I went into Imperial Academia. My family did not approve of the choice, but it was not so disgraceful they could force me to change my mind. With my part of the family fortune backing me, I could afford to pursue... Riskier avenues of research, but going straight into independent research would have been arrogant of me. I spent a decade as a research assistant, another decade as an archivist in the Imperial Archives. To research is as much about access as skill. As one's connections as one's intellect. Two decades of mindless drudgery, but from it I developed a wide degree of contacts and an encyclopaedic knowledge of the layout of the labyrinth of information that is the Imperial Archives. Several thousand years of information is hard to organise, after all."
"I published my first paper at 40. The 'History of the Language of the Empire in the 17000s by the Imperial Calendar'. A dull and hardly noticed affair, but it was necessary to get my metaphorical foot in the door. More papers followed, mostly on the history of language and culture. One cannot understand the past unless one understands those who live there. This was all working up to a magnum opus, a history of Imperial Culture from the very foundation of the Empire to the present day. These smaller papers were but chapters within the larger work. Research took two decades, even with all that I knew from my previous two decades, and another decade and a half on archaeological expeditions for where the Imperial Archives and those private collections I had access to proved... Woefully incomplete. Forty-five years working towards a text I would never publish, because as I was writing it, I came to a single, horrible conclusion based on the information I had gathered."
"I did not want to admit it at the time, and so I spent another decade doing nothing but verifying my conclusion with other sources. I taught myself economics, sociology, political science, to tackle the same conclusion from a different angle. It was necessary, however. The data I found collaborated the conclusion that I had reached; the Imperium had entered a general social, political and cultural decline ever since the year 7812 Imperial Calendar. Any attempt at reform would have to be be undertaken by someone within the system and thus their values would also be subject to the decline, rendering it like trying to hold back a storm with will alone. One person alone cannot stop thousands of years of inertial decline simply through will."
"Imperial decline was not, exactly, a subject of debate within the scholarly community. There was a broad consensus on the subject, but there was also a widespread belief it could be salvaged. My work would be censored and ridiculed, not because it was not true, but because it was politically unpalatable for them to hear the truth spoken. The conclusion I came to was what I wrote then, and what I still hold to now, decades later. The title of my unpublished magnum opus, written in Lingua Ancien; Imperium Delenda Est."
"The Imperium must be destroyed. Reform is impossible. No man, no technology no matter how great, can save it from thousands of years of inertial degeneration of politics, society and culture. The system has weakened those within it who might have once saved it so that any reform that might be attempted is simply delaying the inevitable. The logic that followed was quite simple. I do not hate the Imperium; it is inevitable it will be destroyed, and so it will be destroyed in the best way possible to shape the future. Quickly, violently, and bloody. An ancient philosopher once spoke in circular dialectics. The Imperium is the present, the thesis; what destroys it, whatever that may be, will be its antithesis. The result from the crucible caused by their collision, the synthesis, will be stronger than both. The Imperium was born out of the Data Plagues. The Shadow should have been another, but the Emperor Valorian corrupted it, prevented the destruction from causing synthesis. The cycle cannot be delayed. It is inevitable. And so, there was one simple conclusion. I would have to destroy the Imperium. Create the antithesis for the resulting synthesis, rather than letting the inertia carry society and the Galaxy to destruction."
"I am not charismatic. I am shy, bookish, not some revolutionary militant firebrand. I could not bind together some armada to sweep across the Imperium, some front of popular revolution. Such would not be a true antithesis regardless. But I am a historian, and I remember the antithesis that birthed the Imperium. The Data Plagues. Creation of one was beyond me, but I was an archaeologist; finding one, intact or not, would succeed just as well. As would whatever arcane Solarian weaponry left across the Galaxy I could find. Likewise, the Shadow would serve the same purpose. The means, what compromised the antithesis, was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was the result. The Imperium would be destroyed, and what stood in the aftermath, the synthesis, would save the Galaxy through its birth."
"Finding such things has, obviously, not been easy. I have spent a century and a half with nothing but AIs to accompany me to stave off the desire for company as I followed ancient star charts and records, deciphering ancient texts and translating ancient languages in the search of leads. Procyon Primaris, the location of the first known Data Blight. The Original Twenty, Aurora, Melpomenia, Sagittarian, Solaria, Polaris and others. Old Earth, Terra Magna itself. The 'Red Planet'. The origins of the Shadow in the Megallanic Cloud and the ruined civilisations within. Quite obviously, I have yet to find anything. The Imperium continues to rot away. But I believe I am getting close, and soon enough, there will be an antithesis. Whether I live to see the synthesis is irrelevant."
by Union Princes » Mon Oct 12, 2020 6:31 am
G-Tech Corporation wrote:@ Rodez: I might be mistaken, but if I recall correctly, the Imperium only has 20,000 inhabited worlds. That would make South Saggitarius rather outsize at 4700.
by Rodez » Mon Oct 12, 2020 7:18 am
G-Tech Corporation wrote:@ Rodez: I might be mistaken, but if I recall correctly, the Imperium only has 20,000 inhabited worlds. That would make South Saggitarius rather outsize at 4700.
by Union Princes » Mon Oct 12, 2020 7:43 am
by Imperialisium » Mon Oct 12, 2020 7:59 am
Rodez wrote:G-Tech Corporation wrote:@ Rodez: I might be mistaken, but if I recall correctly, the Imperium only has 20,000 inhabited worlds. That would make South Saggitarius rather outsize at 4700.
I didn't see that figure, but that would certainly make a lot more sense. Don't want or need a quarter of the inhabited planets so I'll lower it significantly.
by Sarderia » Mon Oct 12, 2020 8:38 am
by Imperialisium » Mon Oct 12, 2020 8:58 am
Sarderia wrote:I have a question. Since the Milky Way is composed of roughly 100-400 billion stars and about 100 billion habitable and uninhabitable planets, and that the Imperium controls this all, is it allowed if I have a Noble House faction claiming about 30 million stars and 15 million planets (but the number of habitable planets is about 400)?
by Union Princes » Mon Oct 12, 2020 10:46 am
Imperialisium wrote:No. The other powers in the Galactic Imperium would never allow a singular House to even *pretend* to have the pretense of claiming that amount. Nor would you have 400 inhabited planets either. The upper bound for a Great House, and those are the truly old and successful ones, scraps a few hundred in totality (inhabited or claimed for resources).
There isn’t like a dozen Great Houses. I think people are getting this misconception of there being like...twenty families which run shit. There’s a couple thousand Great Houses and they’re all jockeying for power.
by Utceforp » Mon Oct 12, 2020 11:07 am
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