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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Thu Nov 12, 2020 3:39 pm

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Scenario: The year is 2182, and the galaxy stands upon the edge of a knife. Though peace reigns in the heart of Council Space, intrigue and invisible power struggles are forming fracture lines which will not remain forever quiet. From Omega to Earth, a quiet threat is growing, with powerful men and women behaving irrationally, even with growing insanity, a cancer eating at the heart of civilized society. Behind closed doors, intelligence brokers whisper of a nameless fear, something related to the mysterious Collectors who have been seen more and more on the fringes of the galaxy...

However, not all unrest is so hidden. With the Skyllian Blitz not even a decade past, tensions between Humans, the galaxy's newest members, and the Batarian Hegemony remain high. Slave raids on human colonies are frequent as well as Alliance assaults on Batarian "Pirate" strongholds. It was during this time that Commander Shepard displayed a great deal of bravery fending off a Batarian assault single-handedly when a colony's defenses fell eventually pushing them back and sealing the breach before reinforcements arrived. The conflict proved Humanity's ability to adapt to their enemy and that they were in fact quite militarily competent. Shepard was awarded the Star of Terra for their actions during that battle. However, the average citizen in the Galaxy has now seen the Humans fight two conflicts in a quarter century. To many, the humans are now perceived as aggressors and likely to destabilize the Citadel Council.

To alleviate these fears, a joint Turian-Human task force as been working on a secret project that will bring greater unity between the two species. Now Shepard is being touted secretly as a SPECTRE candidate, championed by David Anderson, a former SPECTRE candidate himself until a joint mission with the Turian Saren Arterius went wrong. Since then Saren has continued his SPECTRE work in the Traverse sometimes going years without contact, he has however recently returned to Palaven to meet with a fellow SPECTRE to give him intel regarding strange Geth Activity near the Veil and that it could be a precursor to an invasion. Nihlus, the other SPECTRE, notifies Saren of the Hierarchy and the Alliance working on a secretive project together.


Lower Levels, Citadel Maintenance Tunnels, Ward Blacklight Garellus

The figures moved without much notice, blending into the thousands of individuals roaming the streets of the Ward. Neon signs advertising grimy services, themselves not the newest nor the most beautiful, garishly flared on every surface overhead. Blacklight Garellus wasn't a nice part of the Citadel, but the Lower Wards, for all that they were an underbelly, had an underbelly themselves. With a few patched and worn cloaks thrown over their heads, and a modest amount of careful maneuvering to avoid obvious C-Sec patrols, the figures managed to reach their destination with only a half dozen security cameras getting a momentary look at them.

Any space station has ductwork. Electrical conduits, sewer systems, aircon tubes, and a dozen other utilities that polite society doesn't want running overhead, even in such a shabby district as this. Down a side alley one of the discrete entrances to this system had been quietly cut open, and the half dozen figures slipped within with no observers any wiser. Their path, very deliberately, led them below a C-Sec precinct office.

Normally such a piece of ductwork would be alarmed, watched carefully, and with appropriate amounts of security to prevent exactly what the figures had in mind. Even here on the Citadel, where things were normally neutral and apolitical, formally, you had to be careful if you were a lawman. But at this precinct only a paltry triplaser had been placed to keep an eye on the approach, and a quick slice had spoofed it into intransigence, the result of unupgraded systems and budgets spent elsewhere, where people actually had things worth stealing.

A brief period of time, four minutes or so. Then the hooded figures emerged, dispersing in pairs away from the entrance. One paused, pulling the protective grate back into place with gloved hands, before wandering aimlessly off back into the Lower Wards.

It was less than half an hour later when the bomb, assembled from parts the party had carried, shattered the peace of Blacklight Garellus. It hadn't been very precisely calibrated, mainly being made out of the type of chemicals one could conceivable smuggle onto the Citadel, and took out not only the C-Sec precinct office, but also the better part of the block around it. Half of the local lockup slewed dangerously down into the crater that remained, petty criminals and serious miscreants alike dashing away as sirens wailed and the screams of the injured filled the air.

The news cycle pulsed. A terrorist attack on the Citadel itself! Surely it was only a matter of time until some organization or other claimed the attack, demonstrating their ability to strike against the Council. But the channels were quiet for one day, and then one week... destruction and mayhem, it seemed, with no apparent origin. Most disturbing.
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Thu Nov 12, 2020 6:33 pm

Citadel
Tiberius Towers
November 15th, 2182

“Shepard!”

“Shepard!”

Jane Shepard, or most commonly known as just Shepard, wakes from her sleep within her own apartment. Shepard slowly rubs her temples as Anderson loudly knocks on her apartment door. “I’m awake! Give me a few minutes,” Shepard yells through, the banging shortly stopping. Shepard sits on her bed, staring down at the floor, as she mentally attempts to wake herself up. After a few minutes of floor appreciation. Shepard gets herself up from the bed and slowly makes way towards the door, half-wake. Shepard’s movements were sluggish, an effort brought on by the surprise visit by Anderson. She unlocks the apartment doors by the codelock located on the side.

“Anderson...” Shepard says with what energy she has at the time. Anderson nods, entering into Sharpard’s living room. The unofficial Spectre had a basic apartment afforded to her - a single bedroom (also the living room), a small kitchen (which also housed a table and chair that acted as the eating area), and a single bathroom. Shepard presses herself against the wall, rubbing her right eye, awaiting for what Anderson had to say.

“Sorry to wake you so early, Shepard. But I have new information on your first assignment as the Council’s unofficial Spectre. You heard of the terror bombing done in the Blacklight Ward?” Anderson asks.

Shepard nods. “Go on,” she yawns as her body slowly gets into gear for the busy day ahead. “The Council wants you to investigate the incident. A test trial to see how you do,” Anderson notes to Shepard as she folds her arms.

“How about C-sec? Have they done anything?” Shepard questions, wondering why can’t the Citadel Security Services handle this themselves. Afterall, they’re the ones doing all the primary law enforcement duties and investigating.

“I don’t call the shots here, the Council does. And like I said before, the Council wants to see your abilities. It's important to impress the Council. We want to show the best of humanity, even if this assignment is not all that important in the grand scheme of things,” Anderson notes, slowly pacing himself back and forth in Shepard’s room.

“I guess you have to start somewhere,” Shepard forcibly yawns before continuing, “how about that answer to my other question. Does C-sec have any leads?” Shepard questions, hoping that Citadel Security has done anything to better ease the task at hand.

“We don’t have much footage, but we did manage to get two Batarian faces,” Anderson hands over a datapad to Shepard. She takes the pad and tilts her head towards the screen. The picture is shoddy at best, but Shepard manages to make out the Batarians, with their four eyes and plenty of face cartilage in front.

“I’ll head down to the ward and examine the site,” Shepard says, needing to get on-site to really do any real work.

“Don’t forget to get some C-sec officers to travel with you. The lower levels can be quite dangerous, if you’re not aware,” Anderson warns, fully understanding that Ward Blacklight and others like it, lay host to plenty of unwanted and non-friendly persons.

“You don’t have to worry about me Anderson. I’m a n-seven graduate,” Shepard hands back the datapad to Anderson, lifting herself off the wall and standing shortly after.

“Good luck, Shepard,” Anderson says before he leaves Shepard’s apartment.

Shepard moves to the door, closing it. First, Shepard has to eat and drink and then brush her teeth before she gets down to the site, a luxury of sorts since she normally doesn’t have time for such daily rituals. Once done, she goes down to the local C-sec office, which held an armory that had Shepard’s N7 gear. After getting properly dressed for the job, Shepard organizes a four-man team of armed and armored C-officers (Special Response Officers) to go with her down to the Blacklight Ward - an hour journey from Shepherd's location.

Arriving at the outskirts of the site, Shepard is blocked entry by a wide premier set up by the local C-sec officers. She approaches one of the entry ways into the incident, meeting a C-sec human, a part of the investigation division here. The C-sec investigator stares at Shepherd’s approaching team of Special Responders. “You can go in. Good luck and be careful not to fall,” the investigator says, not needing an ID as the other C-sec officers were proof enough of Shepherd’s involvement.

A massive crater marked the destruction with more damage echoing outwards created from the shockwave that occurred after the initial explosion. The damage done were currently being fixed by the Keepers, and any evidence likely has been taken off site as to avoid the Keepers from taking or damaging such evidence. There is no time to waste now, Shepard thinks to herself. She would walk around and about the incident site, having also, from time to time, dodge and weave between the Keepers doing their repair work.

“There has to be something here,” Shepard whispers to herself as she scans the area for anything worth of note. Before long, Shepard notices bio-organic markers on the floor - evidence. Shepard turns on her Omni-tool, a orange glow surrounds her left hand, as she starts to scan the bio-organic mark carefully.

“Let’s see what we have here…”

Turn 1
Loctal Cluster
Sol System
Earth
Natural Income : 100 Cr/Month
Natural Pc: 700

Citadel Embassy - 10 Cr/Month (2 Planets)
4 Urban Areas - 180 Cr/Month
7 Mining Complexes - 49 Cr/Month
4 Industrial Complexes - 20 Cr/Month
2 Planetary Fuel Depot - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 369 Credits


Skyllian Verge
Vetus System
Elysium
Natural Income : 100 Cr/Month
Natural Pc: 700

2 Urban Areas - 90 Cr/Month
7 Mining Complexes - 49 Cr/Month
4 Industrial Complexes - 20 Cr/Month
2 Planetary Fuel Depot - 10 Cr/Month
Total Elysium Cr/Month = 269 Credits

Total Credit Income = 638 Credits
Budget Costs : 2 Urban Areas Built on Elysium (-300), 2 Mining Complexes and 2 Industrial Complexes Built on Europa, Ganymede, Io, and Callisto (-210),
128 Credits Leftover and Stored.

Alliance High Command
1st Fleet (Stationed at Earth)
Admiral Jaden Allen (Non-leader)
    3 Fleet Carriers (SSV Benjamin Davis, SSV Einstein, and SSV Rillieux)
    2 Dreadnaughts (SSV Elbrus & SSV Aconcagua)
    3 Battlegroup Carriers (SSV Olivetti, SSV Branca, and SSV Gadda)
    7 Destroyers
    3 Light Cruisers
    10 Corvette Packs (30 Corvettes)

2nd Fleet (Stationed at Elysium)
Admiral Terry Nicholson (Non-leader)
    3 Fleet Carriers (SSV SSV Hawking, SSV Armstrong, and SSV Scott Peterson)
    2 Dreadnaughts (SSV SSV Orizaba & SSV Logan)
    3 Battlegroup Carriers (SSV Gustave, SSV Hohmann, and SSV Steinmetz)
    8 Destroyers
    3 Light Cruisers
    10 Corvette Packs (30 Corvettes)


1st Field Army (Stationed at Earth)
General Sidney Holland (Non-leader)
    3 Infantry Divisions

2nd Field Army (Stationed at Elysium)
General Harper Brown (Non-leader)
    4 Infantry Divisions
    1 Armored Division
    1 Artillery Battalion
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Fri Nov 13, 2020 4:19 am

The Shaping


Forge Cruxius Mantle, High Rannoch Orbit, Tikkun System
Timestamp: Spinward Aleph-Secondary, Rotation 288 of the Awakening

The armasteel embrasure heated, glowing a dull red even as heat capacitors diligently drew the thermal energy away from the manufacturing array. The Smithmaster's head tilted slightly, faceplate appraising the power level readings from the latent processing core. Within acceptable parameters, though one half-standard deviant compared to expectations for pre-solidification masses. Manipulators moved with precision at its left hand, the Acolyte fine-tuning the magnetic flux projectors mixing the alloy.

Primary mass approaching metallurgic stabilization. Executing drawdown.

Suspended in the vacuum furnace, the silvery substance shifted, writhing in rhythmic waves. Vibrating at harmonic frequencies necessary to promote appropriate grain growth, gradually the extrusion cooled and began to take on the form the laborers at the the Mantle intended. First the baseplate of glittering supertensile solid crystallized. Finger digits danced across the input panels. With the inaudible hiss of pneumatic panels in the void pyre fabrication arms moved, bundles of neurofiber and reactive plating segments moving with nanoscale position to integrate with the surface of the new unit.

Core upload finalized. Insertion marked.

Gentle gossamer strands of graphene dappled the shimmering exterior of the unit for a moment, agglomerations manipulated at the molecular level reinforcing the armored exterior of the platform. Into the still malleable carapace a last addition was delicately placed, pushing through the molded layers of kinetic gel, polymer analogs, and composite support structures - a pulsing heart and mind of cognitive hardware which would rapidly distribute itself throughout the entirety of the mind-machine latticeworks.

The cherry red glow of the forging faded, the Smithmaster stepping down the induction components of the orbital lathe. A light caress of fields drew the near-completed unit forward to the overseer's platform, appendages and manipulators integrated with vacuum-welding and precision solders in the journey. Nearly eight hundred hours after the shaping had begun, the new platform alighted on the cool milialloy floor of the Forge, and opened its eye.

Platform Exarch. Operational status - query.

A tilt of the faceplate, the hundred and fifty eight programs coming online. White light flashed from the visage of the new unit, an operative designed unlike so many - for independent consensus, operation far from the guiding light of the stations and the servers that were home.

This unit is prepared to serve.

Its first steps were precise, even by the standards of the machines that had begotten it, those of a lithe predator moving through a known domain. With the low clank of metal on metal it joined the other two new fabrications, bearing the sobriquets Legion and Forebearer - the new units earmarked for deployment.

Month 1
Income: 1195
Tikkun Asteroid Belt: 2 Orbital Mining Stations (100)
Adas: 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Kaddi: 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Tremer: 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Stronghold: 1 Shipyard (75)
Order: 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
Sterous: 2 Orbital Mining Stations (100)
Taciternn: 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Glassimar: 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Navigos: 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)

20 Corvette Packs begin construction above Rannoch (80) [1/2 Months]

Legion (Int 1) begins research on Manufacturing Subroutines on Rannoch, with Exarch assisting (30/50 RP)
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Postby Revlona » Fri Nov 13, 2020 6:24 am

Korlus


"I understand the economic needs, yes I truly do, these stations will help with those needs, I understand it's expensive, no it won't take years to finish only a few months, oh is right, are you calmed down now? When can you start work on the mining station over Quodis then? That soon? Great!" The blonde figure said from behind the wooden desk she sat at with he feet propped up on. She sighed as she set the communicator down and tilted her head back to fall free towards her back, the long blonde hair of hers falling with it.

"Damn Salarian, acting as if his concerns actually overrule my orders, Mikas!" She said, calling out the last word in a voice that carried out of her office into the hallway. A Turian with blue facial markings stepped in quickly through the doors, shutting them behind him as he looked questioningly at her. "Yes High-Commander?" He said, having heard the previous conversation through the door and wondering what she wanted him to do about it.

"I'm sending you on a mission, your father is high ranking in the Turian military right?" Savannah said, having already forgotten about the previous conversation as she moved towards her next target.

The Turian guard looked surprised and confused for only half a second before he responded, "Yes, I believe so, we haven't spoken in years though," He said, if he had an eyebrow he could have raised it would have been raised, he was extremely curious where exactly this was going.

"I'm sending you on a diplomatic meeting, oh don't give me that look," She said, his look of shock must have slipped out since her response was so quick in coming, "Look, you're not a diplomat, I know this, but you out of all the other assholes I'm in charge of will sometimes talk through things instead of just shooting, plus you potentially have contacts," She said quickly

"Fine Commander, fine, but what exactly is my mission?" The Turian asked, crossing his arms as he did so.

"Approach the Citadel, either on your own with the official support of our government or through your hopeful contacts." She said, raising her eyebrow as he once again showed a face of shock, "You aren't asking for associate status or anything like that idiot so wipe that look off your face, you're just approaching them and establishing diplomatic relations so we can work up a rapport with the council and can achieve associate status at a lat5er date, if we want to at that later date," She said,

"You got it commander, when do you want me to leave?" He asked, already knowing her favorite answer yet deciding to humor her.

"Five minutes ago," she said, a smirk crossing her face as she said it.

Turn 1
Korlus:
Planetary Income - 50 Credits
2x Industrial Complexes - 20 credits
4x Mining Complex -28 Credits
1x Shipyard - 15 Credits
1x Planetary Fuel Depot - 5 credits
1x Small spaceport - 50 credits
1x Urban Areas - 45 credits
1x Gambling Den - 20 credits
1x Mining Ship - 20 credits

Total Credit Income: 253
Total Credits After Income: 263
Spending:
2x Mining Station in orbit of Quodis - 200 Credits
Total Credits after Spending: 63


Korlus Ground Defense Forces:
4 infantry Divisions (1st-4th Korlus Line)
1 Armored Division (1st Korlus Armored)
1 Anti Orbital Division (1st Korlus Anti-Orb)

Korlus Void Defense Forces:
2 Battlegroup carriers (KSV Iris, KSV Blue Sun)
3 Battlecruisers (KSV Redemption, KSV Solar Warrior, KSV Indisputable)
1 Heavy Cruiser (KSV Mediatior)
10 Destroyers
5 Frigates
2 Transports
4 Interceptor Wings (2 Stationed aboard the KSV Iris 2 Stationed aboard KSV Blue Sun)
4 Fighter Wings (2 Stationed aboard the KSV Iris 2 Stationed aboard KSV Blue Sun)
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Postby Nuxipal » Fri Nov 13, 2020 11:09 am

Nos Astra, Illium


The skies and streets of Nos Astra were busy, port facilities were bustling with activity as ships from the Terminus and from Citadel Space docked side by side. The Gateway to the Terminus was at an economic center point. There had been rumblings around that Illium should get off of its heels and begin to exert some of its economic influence into nearby clusters and systems. And in order to do so, they would require a more intimidating military presence. Thus far, there was a sizable fleet in orbit, at least for a non-Citadel Government. So far, the Corporate Council has been looking for leadership to take over more frontline roles and in the last month, they have put forward Nassana Dantius as the first of these leaders. Her knowledge of running corporate affairs as well as the connections she has across the galaxy has made her an excellent candidate for this position.

Nassana is sitting in her office, a rental for now, as she watches her own tower rising just a block away. Soon enough her office in that building will be completed and the rest of the structure filled out. However, with this new appointment, she has other duties to fulfill as a representative of the Corporate Council of Illium. There was the matter of the claim the Council held over the planet Zorya, though outright pressing the claim was possible, the council wished to first acquire a few more claims in nearby systems before economically pressuring those worlds to join under a more unified banner. She began working on creating connections with the governing bodies on Anhur. She is hoping that with the economic struggles the world is having, they would be keen on creating and keeping a good relationship with an economically wealthy planet such as Illium.

As she closes out the message and stands, a secretary enters. "Miss Danitus, there is a few investors here to meet with you regarding the new facility that you have sponsored."

Nassana looked at the secretary and nodded, "I will be happy to explain to them exactly how the funding will be put to good use there. It is a research facility after all."

As Nassana goes to her meeting she is thinking about just how much of an impact her communique with the governing bodies of Anhur will have on the relations in this region of the Galaxy.

Leader Nassana: STR: 0 INT:0 BRV: 0 - Create Claim on Anhur


Income: 791.5 cr

Illim Construction: Research Station (540), 1 Industrial Complex (20)
Gaelon | Zeona System: 1 Orbital Mining Station (100)
Helyme | Zeona System: 5 Mining Complexes (75)



Train:
Illium - 2 Infantry Divisions (20) - 2.8 Months
Transport (25) - 2.25 Months
Helyme - 1 Infantry Division (10) 3.6 Months

Spent: 790
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Fri Nov 13, 2020 1:05 pm

Liveship Rayya - Flagship of the Migrant Fleet of the Quarian State - Orbit of Daratar, Hourglass Nebula

The room was large, by Migrant Fleet standards at least, located at the uppermost tiers of the vast vessel it had once been the captain's office, but that was centuries ago, for three hundred years the Liveship had been at the center of what remained of the Quarian state, it was here that the first meeting of what would later become the Admiralty Board had their first meeting, from the Comm-link by the large, once luxurious but now worn table they had listened as the Council delivered it's verdict upon the Quarian species, expelling them from the Citadel. Their successor had kept meeting here as years turned to decades and decades turned into centuries. The decisions that kept the last remnant of a once great and numerous species alive had been voted on here in heated debates. Much like the one currently ongoing, Admiral Rael'Zorah turned his focus from thought to immediate reality as he leaned back in the old worn chair and looked as Gerrel and Koris ripped into each-other as usual, it was almost a ritualistic procedure by now taking into account the political divisions in the Admiralty, with two Reclaimers and one Redeemer, it was up to Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay to decide the outcome of the votes, if they would pass or deadlock, such as this month's budget and resource allocation table under discussion.

"Stability comes from safety, Koris. You as Admiral of the Civilian Fleet should understand this better than anyone!" Admiral Han'Gerrel grumbled, his fists clenched.

"And you, Gerrel know just as well as me that the only guarantee for our stability in the long term is to rejoin the family of species that we were once part of, withou..."

"The Council left us to nearly be genocided! They didn't lift a damn finger! The fact that the Quarian race even survived this far has nothing to do with the Council and never will!" The Admiral of the Heavy Fleet exclaimed angrily, clenched fist slamming into the table, the image of Rannoch's arid plains that projected on the screen-surface flickering.

"Han, calm down." Rael said smoothly. "While I hold no sympathy to the Council and swore to my daughter that one day she'll have a house on the Homeworld, I cannot help but to see there is sense in what Admiral Koris says."

"Seriously Rael?" Admiral Gerrel said harshly. "I didn't think you of all people would consider such a shame... after what they did to us we will never, ever crawl to the Council, I will not stand for that, it's a spit in the face of our ancestors."

"And what of our descendants, Gerrel?" Koris said, leaning back in his chair with arms crossed.

Before the Admiral of the Heavy Fleet could retort, Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay rose from her chair and spoke up. "The family of species can mean many things, I say. It doesn't have to mean the Council unless we want it to, we have our own agency and we can put the feelers out, maybe the Council has something worthwhile to offer, maybe someone else has something better. It remains to be seen."

"If you want to attack the Geth, you realize it would be good to make sure our people have a safe place? Don't you agree? Or would you rather throw the Civilian Fleet into battle too?" Koris asked in a hard tone.

"Do you think the Council would grant us safe haven? A world to settle, where we can finally consign the population control and zero growth policy a thing of the past? The didn't do it then, now they see us a scum, scavengers, vagabonds and beggars, but we still have our damn dignity Koris."

Silence fell over the room for a while, once more the talks had descended into an argument beyond what the Admirals had come her to discuss. Rael felt it was time to bring everyone back on topic. "Now, regarding this month's budget, I think we can all agree that improving our voidborne production capabilities would improve our economic and military outlook alike, while investment in fuel processing and storage infrastructure aboard the Lifeships would serve to improve our fuel security." It was good that there were some things that everyone, Redeemer, Reclaimer and Outrider could agree on. They Admiralty finally agreed on the proposal as put forward by Gerrel and Zorah diverting large sums of this month's financial surplus toward naval construction with some minor revisions as to not polarize the issue too much. One such revision would be assurance of backing to that of putting some diplomatic feelers, particularly toward the Citadel.

Income

Liveship Rayya (2 Urban Areas - 2 Fuel Depots - 1 Small Spaceport) - 195
Liveship Neema (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 1 Industrial Complex) - 130
Liveship Shellen (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 1 Industrial Complex) - 130
Liveship Syn'Alora'Tris (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 1 Industrial Complex) - 130
Liveship Chayym () - 70
Liveship Tesin'Lieya () - 70
Liveship Korr'Valiya () - 70
Liveship Helash () - 70

5 Mining Ships - 100

Left starting creds: 110

Total credits: 1075

Infrastructure Expenditure

Liveship Neema - 2 Industrial Complexes - 40 credits
Liveship Shellen - 2 Industrial Complexes - 40 credits
Liveship Syn'Alora'Tris - 2 Industrial Complexes - 40 credits
Liveship Chayym - 2 Fuel Depots - 40 credits
Liveship Tesin'Lieya - 2 Fuel Depots - 40 credits
Liveship Korr'Valiya - 1 Fuel Depot - 20 credits

Military Expenditure

60 Frigates (Enchanced Life-Support (Free)) - 600 credits - Under Construction: 2 Months.
40 Corvette Packs (Disruptor Torpedo Banks - Enchanced Life-Support (Free)) - 184 credits - Under Construction: 2 Months.
4 Fighter Wings - 24 credits - Under Construction: 2 Months.
4 Interceptor Wings - 28 credits - Under Construction: 2 Months.

Credits remaining: 19.
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Postby Ralnis » Fri Nov 13, 2020 9:36 pm

Project Omikron,
Khar'shan


The service had ended as it always had. Religious goings were still the same for the Hegemon as he was as the Vicar less than a decade ago. The Hegemon had looked more worse for wear than when he was a religious head, the burden of leadership had weighted on him like a millstone. He hanged his head low as he took the fastest ship to the starbase. It was on the edge of the known system and was patrolled by a small defense fleet. Entry was closely guarded and those that trespass were killed on sight. They already had to deal with rebels from the old regime that were connected by the dead starship.

The whole space station was on high alert when the Hegemon came. His tired look still gave an authoritative glare to those around. It was necessary to show that he still had control even in this state of mind and that he was still their dictator. Everyone tilted their head to the right in great respect for their ruler as he walked to the center of the space station. It housed thousands of soldiers, scientists and workers dedicated to Project Omikron, the dead alien warship that was classified as Dis. Many were trying to scratch the surface of the technology that was right in front of their face yet they were still at the same place as the old regime.

Yet it was because of the old regime that Bora Sarsa had dedicated his time to understand this machine. He believed it was a gift of the gods at first until he saw the old regime and their coveting of the knowledge it held. It swayed them from the path of their own gods and he saw this thing as something else. Every time he comes here he sees the dark red lights that still light up from the hull, dark whispers he shoves away and reaffirms his belief in the strength of the Batarians and the Pillars that mark their temples.

He truly believes that this thing is a dead devil, a thing of evil in order to destroy and corrupt. However it was the one thing that could give the Hegemony the boost it needed to compete with a Council that had crippled them. The government was, is desperate enough to consort to devils if it meant to become stronger.

The center of the station was the viewing room. Operations were going with drones flying inside the ship. The ship had organic and mechanical parts, like it was a cybernetic creature than an actual warship. The tubes and machinery mixed with advanced cybernetic parts and tubes that had fluid like it was blood. Bara was looking at the screen with a mixture of shock and awe at the findings.

"Shocking isn't it?" A female voice could be heard.

The Hegemon as a scientist walked passed him and looked at more of the screens as she kept talking.

"Even with all the research from the old regime, we haven't even come close to how any of this even works. We know that it's biomechanical in making but there's so much to learn and yet so little resources to learn it."

The Hegemon crossed his arms," don't tell me that all that you have Doctor Pikor was to waste."

Pikor giggles," of course not My Hegemon. If anything we have learned a little about how it was built on the most basic level. At least the template patterns we've uncovered by seeing the hull and the interior."

She brought up a holographic screen of the ship. The largest ship in the galaxy, bigger than the Destiny Ascension and anything that they could ever field. Everything was even closer up and shown fine detail the pattern and structure of what was the industrial scale of the hull. All the data to it was all mathematics and numbers that the Vicar understood in some detail. He had been taking more of his free time to get tutored in the hard sciences that allowed him to understand Pikor and personally help with Project Omikron.

To say that this was different from the norm was an understatement. Bora Sarsa needed to understand just what they were dealing with. He needed to know what the Leviathan of Dis was and what had turned the old regime into being a secret cult once he cast them out. If learning about things he never thought about learning meant to defend the Hegemony from whatever created it or others that are still out there. Double goes for the Council that would seek the secret of what is rightfully theirs.

"The intricate design is a template but the basic design is just that, basic." the Hegemon said.

"Quite so My Hegemon, seems that those classes have started to show." She tried to laugh but coughed when she the glare and continues," the industrial template is both flexible and artistic. It's like an insignia of a bygone species, perhaps what something that the Dis species did?"

"Whatever the case maybe, it should be possible to use this template as a standardize pattern for our industry?" Bora asked.

" Of course, we should be more than able to modify this for our benefit. However My Hegemon, I think you know what this means more than just the immediate benefits."

"Of course," Bara motioned to the hologram," Project Omikron has done something that the old regime couldn't. We finally had learn something from the ship that would've taken months, if not years. This template could allow us to have unparalleled standardization in our industry and our armor for the navy. But the very idea that we have cracked some of the surface means we have to push on even more. This starship, this creature is the only thing we have to beating the crippling state of our empire."

Between the rebels, the Council, the Alliance and the fractured region of space we need all we can get. Pikor thought.

"Either way, expect an increase in fund to the Project. I want us to focus on studying the templates and the industrial make up of the outer hull and it's armor. I want to see if we can reconstruct something in that size that can move, maybe theories on how the Dis people craft the cybernetic creatures. Perhaps there is something we can truly learn about the builders, their history and culture."

"Maybe a way to recreate the starship itself."

Starting credit per month-836

Khar'shan- 1 research base
600 credits

1 planetary fuel depot on Camala


1 planetary fuel depot on Adek
2 industrial complexes on Adek
56 credits

2 industrial complexes on Eszbat
30 credits

Forces on Khar'shan: 2 militia have been recruited(60,000 Vorcha)
12 credits( 1 month)
1 corvette pack being built on Khar'shan: 4 credits, (1 month)

1018 credits per month



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Authoritarian Democracy

Postby G-Tech Corporation » Sat Nov 14, 2020 6:21 am

The Wheeling


Perihelion Driveyards, High Rannoch Orbit, Tikkun System
Timestamp: Antispinward Omicron-Quaternary, Rotation 288 of the Awakening

A glow of molten red light dappled the skeleton hanging in the void, swiftly doused in the span of a breath. From the vacuum-forge the unitary plate was shunted by a series of carefully aligned thrusters, space-capable platforms guiding the armasteel and layered piezoelectric conduits across the intervening space. Flickers of illumination, like those of fireflies winking in the inky blackness above the immense horizon of the gray-red sphere below, sprouted from the other face of the long armored carapace.

Retrorockets, moving in a carefully prescribed pattern.

Gradually the speed of the monolith slackened, until it very gently caressed the skeleton awaited enfleshment. There ten thousand hands already waited, and the necessary bonding proceeded at speed. Microscale welds, fused without join or seam in the airless realm of the space between worlds, strong enough to shrug off kinetics and molecularly bonded to dissipate energies both thermal and radiological, with any providence. The minds that had designed the ship did not believe in luck, and so each pass over the construction was made with exacting care that an organic creature would have found both tedious and unnecessary.

But the Consensus, thankfully, and processing cycles and to spare.

Readying this armada, these additions to the fleet, was not the primary activity of the forest of server-minds that flourished on the Walled Garden of the Makers and many other worlds. They were an afterthought, these corvette packs, swarming hunters and birds of prey which would supplement the mighty bulwarks which guarded the Home Worlds. But even afterthoughts were treated with appropriate care by minds undistracted and undimmed by mortal cares.

No, there was much else to be concerned with for the mind-cities and teeming logic-engines. The dataspinners had projected that the project the Geth had embarked upon would take entire planetary systems worth of raw materials, refined alloys, and manufacturing facilities. It was to this end that the primary energies of the Consensus were focused, and upon finishing their shield, the immense construction that hung nearby in low Rannoch orbit, outmassing the lesser dreadnaughts as a whale will outweigh a shark. But that did not mean that the lesser tasks went unattended.

Oh no.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Lunas Legion » Sat Nov 14, 2020 9:56 am

Omega

Someone else might have said diplomacy in the Terminus was frightfully complicated. There were no true organised governments, like there were in Citadel Space, only a patchwork of independent colonies, smugglers, pirate groups, slaver gangs, mercenary groups of varying sizes and terrorists, all getting along like someone had thrown a Krogan, a Salarian, a Rachni, a Batarian and a Human into a tiny room and said only one of them was getting out alive.

Aria found it delightfully simple in comparison to the backroom dealing, trading of favours, endless dinners and meetings and committees and courts of more civilised space. If you had the biggest stick, people listened to you. It was a matter of keeping the biggest stick, and occasionally clubbing others over the head with it to keep them in line. It wasn't an official law, so no one complained. But there was a very good reason Omega's one rule was don't fuck with Aria T'Loak.

Which was also why, unlike so many leaders, Aria could rule from the luxury of the Afterlife Club than some stuffy, formal palace or building. That didn't mean it wasn't secure, or at least as secure as one could be on Omega; three floors worth of civilians to get in the way, a mass of bodyguards, mercenaries and bouncers littered around the floors of the club and outside. More than enough to stop anyone thinking that being sneaky would be a way around having the biggest stick.

It also meant that she had a rather nice couch to laze around on, like she currently was, even as Bray stopped talking.

He shouldn't have stopped talking. Aria raised an eyebrow, not saying anything, just looking at the batarian curiously.

"The batarians on Lorek have... Ah, once again declined tribute."

"Again?" Aria said, sighing. "Well, given we didn't show them why they needed our protection after the last time we offered to bring them into the fold-"

"We tried, but, ah, the pirates we sent their way raided ships bound for a different colony." Bray admitted. "Perhaps a more personal touch is needed?" He suggested.

"A display of force?" Aria mused. In more civilised space it would be unacceptable, but in the Terminus? Force was the only universal language that was understood by everyone, from the most ancient Krogan warlord to the stupidest Vorcha. "Well, showing what we can use to protect them, and protect them from, might get it through their thick minds that what's best for them. I'll take one of the battlecruisers, two of the frigates and a light cruiser, but that should be enough to, ah, convince the colony what's best for it. I'll let you make the arrangements." Aria waved dismissively, turning back to watching the dancefloor below. "Simply inform me whenever it's done."

Aria T'Loak (0/0/0) travels to Lorek to Press Claim


Sahrabarik System
  • Urdak (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)
  • Omega (Major Space Station) (Free):
    3 Urban Areas (98 credits / month)
    7 Mining Complexes (84 credits / month)
    1 Industrial Complexes (4 credits / month, -5% ship construction time)
    2 Fuel Depots (10 credits / month)
    1 Shipyard (15 credits / month, -10% ship construction time)
  • Imorkan (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)
  • Bindur (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)

    System Total: 421 credits / month (+ 30% from Omega - Major Space Station)
    Final System Income: 547 credits / month




    Fathar System
  • Lorek (Garden World) (Claim)
  • Korar (Barren)
  • Dorgal (Hostile)




    Sigurd's Cradle
    Mil System
  • Akraia (Barren)
  • Lisir (Barren)
  • Chalkhos (Garden World) (Claim)
  • Mylasi (Barren)
  • Selvos (Barren)
  • Terapso (Gas Giant)

Cluster Income: 547 credits / month


Total Income: 547 credits / month
Holdover Credits: 60
Credits at start of turn 1: 607

1 Militia w/ Low-Quality Weapons (free)
1 Urban Areas (300)
2 Industrial Complexes (40)
1 Leader (Aria T'Loak) (250)
1 Destroyer (15)

Credits Remaining: 2
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Postby Ralnis » Sat Nov 14, 2020 8:19 pm

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Skyllian Verge
SSV Everest
November 19th, 2182 - Five Years after the Skyllian Blitz and Battle of Torfan

The Second Fleet of the Systems Alliance “hovers closely” to the planet of Elysium, an major Alliance colony, some 238,900 miles away. In normal everyday operations, the Second Fleet would be more spread out, hunting down the various pirates and slavers that stalk this patch of lawless space, but today was a special day for Alliance-Hegemony relations. The Batarians, whatever the case may be, have approached the Alliance with a peace treaty to ease the tensions sparked by the Skyllian Blitz and Battle of Torfan some five to seven years ago. Surprised, Prime Minister Amul Shastri took the offer and arranged a meeting on board the dreadnought SSV Everest. The paperwork, details, and overall inter-workings of the Treaty of the Verge was done months ahead of the meeting. The summit between the two nations on Everest was merely a diplomatic formality.

As the Batarian representative got close to Elysium they could see the Everest flanked by two fleet carriers and surrounded by plenty of corvette packs, destroyers, and a few more heavier ships of the line, ensuring the security of the summit. The might of the Second Fleet and thus the Alliance, is on display for the Batarians to see. Of course, this is not the whole Second Fleet, since the majority of corvettes, destroyers, and likewise, are out doing anti-privacy work. Local Alliance command only brought online its heaviest ships, along with pulling off a few light vessels from its anti-privacy flotillas to act as a screen, but it was nevertheless an impressive show. A communication-link from the SSV Everest is quickly established as the Batarian ships got close.

“This is Alliance Traffic Control. Please state your identity,” a male monotone voice asks as per normal for space traffic regulations.

The sight of a Batarian dreadnought was rare, rarer still that it had an escort fleet with it that wasn’t coming to fight their fierce rival the Alliance. However this was the means to an end, the Hegemony was not in a place to fight them. This was mostly looking at the escalation that would bring the Council as a whole involved and not even they had the power to face that alone. Despite all the new Hegemon had done to bring them back from their crippled state, they were still crippled and had a lack of allies in the galactic scene. Even without the Council’s intervention, a fight between the two states would be disastrous and destroy their navies. Even more so the Hegemony because the navy and military build up had jump started their economy on top of the massive migration of Vorcha in their region.

The Alliance or the galaxy wouldn’t know that though, they didn’t know of the regime change outside of a few groups, like the Salarians. It didn’t matter, Hegemon Sarsa wanted to end the war and started to look towards their internal region. It was littered with independent worlds and Vorcha Fiefdoms that needed to be brought under heel one way or another.

The full Batarian fleet stopped as the response came through.

“This is ambassador Vala of the Hegemony. This is a defensive force for diplomatic arrival, we will be sending a transport with him.”

After the codes and landing procedures were done, the transport landed in the hangar of the Alliance dreadnought. The ambassador had walked up to the Prime Minister and tilt his head to the right, a sign of respect in Batarian society.

“Prime Minister, on behalf of the Batarian Hegemony I offer my thanks for allowing us to meet. Now, where shall we be going in order to start the talks?”

Prime Minister Amul Shastri smiles, gesturing a hand towards the front-walkway “Vala, it's a great pleasure. This way.” Amul says, walking alongside Vala. A four-person team of N7 operatives shortly accompanies the two VIPs, two on each flank. Security is, not surprising, extremely tight. Any form of attack or assault would result in a major diplomatic incident between the two nations and races. Something that Amul Shastri did not want to have for obvious reasons. If anyone cares to look about, other fully geared N7 operatives could be seen out in the distance, up in the balconies and elsewhere. Whole N7 teams were also located along the path that the two representatives were walking, always on standby to react quickly to any kind of situation that might develop, and a whole host of other security measures yet detailed.

Besides from the overwatch of security, a small crowd, a dozen or so, of new reporters and photographers follows Amul and Vala. Every major media network is here, getting their next big scoop for their articles and extranet videos. The whole galaxy is upon the two persons, photographing and monitoring their every action. The Terminus Systems might not give a damn about this event, since it barely will affect them too heavily. The lawless space of Terminus could give less of a damn about a diplomatic mission across the other half of the galaxy, more less near Council space. Other parts of the galaxy, mainly Council and Alliance space, are more inclined to pay attention given how close the Systems Alliance and the Batarians are to Council space and the Traverse.

After the short walk from the landing dock and into the large and huge gray metal corridors of the SSV Everest, Amul and Vala arrive at a door to the side of the hallway. One of the escorting N7 operatives turns on his Omni-tool, unlocking the door and revealing a room. The insides were highly decorated with some of the most luxurious items found and made on Earth. Handcrafted Bocote chairs and desks, Wannsee pots in every corner planted with a small tree, a highly detailed Iranian carpet acted as the floor, and the walls were polished marble white. The main desk, a big square Bocote table with two Bocote chairs on either side, had two hardback cover documents on both sides; the treaties that were to be signed.

“You first, friend.” Amul gestures towards the room.

Vala sat in the chair he was directed to and saw all the news reporters from across Council Space. It was important to note that the Hegemony ambassador had none of the state-owned reporters that came outside of the affiliates, which were only two. Still, it meant that the Council and the southern half of the galaxy was looking and paying attention. One could guess it was mostly for how the Alliance would do the talks since the Hegemony had become more like the thuggish slavers that they proud themselves to be.

However with the pulling back of their fleets beyond their territory and the like, some considered them weaker than the humans. That was a mistake, a mistake the Batarians still capitalize on in case the Treaty went south.

As the Prime Minister went to sit down on the opposite side of the table. The ambassador tilt his head to the right once again.

“I believe you should be the one to start, Prime Minister,” Vala states.


Amul briefly gazes at the few media reporters within the summit room before he speaks a few seconds later. “Today marks the de-escalation of our two states, and recognition of both Alliance and Hegemony sovereign space. We hope that this treaty will be the first step to greater cooperation, and healing of our relationship,” the Prime Minister stops for a second, mentally planning out his next set of words. It is important that he be careful, especially now with the Batarians and the media outlets in the room.

“The Petra Nebula and Artemis Tau clusters will be declared as Batarian zones of interest. In exchange the Skyllian Verge, including Elysium, will be under the sovereign-rule of the Alliance. All and any hostility will stop between our two states, “ Amul says, smiling. The Prime Minister had left out another important part of the treaty intentionally. The Hegemony will stop funding to Batarian associated pirates and criminals under Alliance borders, allowing the Alliance to better and properly punish them all in time. The media analytics can figure out that section of the treaty later, once the document becomes public in a day or two.

Amul gently picks up the pen near him on the table. It was time to sign the treaty and make it official. Vala sigened it and shook Amul’s hand. With this the historic moment was forever sealed between the two star-nations.

Khar'shan,
Imperial Palace


The seat of the Hegemon was big and without equal among the Batarians. One that is rigid like the metal that fashioned the throne room and rife with corruption. Even with the new rulership only being less than a decade long it has seen little change except for the massive migration of Vorcha to build their nation on. Many didn't like the infestation in their space but many more knew that they were one of the sole contributors to their economy. Slave or loyal, the Batarians will be slow to accept these new workers as easily as they accepted them as slaves. Even in the military structure, they were more than canon fodder. However that fodder was numbered in the hundreds of thousands with tens of thousands signing up every month.

It was the largest migration of a species in the galaxy. Not in ships, no that was the Quarrians. The Vorcha were the biggest on population. If they didn't packed themselves in ships coming from the Terminus and the Traverse they came packed in slave ships to work mineral labor. All knew the amount of economic increase this bubble had with them but it is just what it was, a bubble. Like every great surge, it will only grow until it burst and the market for Vorcha was still growing and not looking to plateau in any future.

It was a net positive for the former Vicar. He knew that the Hegemony was going to suffer if he just relied on the infestation to build everything for them. No matter how many they came, it is the Des species and the power of that cybernetic creature that was more than enough to benefit the Hegemony's power. However every time he's near it, something feels like it's trying to contact him. He wondered if it was from the ship itself. If that's the case then it wasn't dead, but sleeping.

A sleeping demon that haunts the dreams of others. Of course it was a theory. Project Omikron was to try and understand the Leviathan and what became of the Dis species. The cybernetic creature itself is more of a mystery and a problem. Such a blatant thing in the home system should be under more protection and kept out of the hands of rebels.

Speaking of them, trying to make a new branch of the SIU in order to better take down the rebel forces and other corruption from both the inside and without. There was so much to do and so little time to allocate the resources. At least the Treaty of the Verge went well. Already the very idea had made shockwaves through the galaxy.

At least something good happened this month.

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Postby Segmentia » Sun Nov 15, 2020 2:03 pm

Thessia

Another day, another load of bureaucracy to work through. Matriarch Alenia Nyxemi was no stranger to hard work, in her long life she had held dozens of careers, from dancer to commando. Once she had become a Matriarch she had, as most Matriarchs do, settled into a role of giving guidance to younger Asari, amassing a sizable following for her outspoken, semi-radical ideas of the Republics taking a greater direct role in the galaxy. She hadn't been the only Matriarch to think that of course, and she and her like-minded colleagues had formed a loose coalition of sorts. It was the arrival of the Humans upon the galactic scene and the tensions that came with them that had given their ideas more traction. And now they had six of the major Asari worlds under their banner, and Alenia hoped, more to join soon.

If wasn't a radical shift from Asari cultural norms, ancient Asari Republics had partook in things slightly less then direct democracy, so having a forum comprised of elected officials representing an entire world wasn't so difficult to sell when the benefits were what they were. Local issues were still handled with direct democracy, and planetary representatives were beholden to the majority vote from their world, with the greater Republics Forum beholden to the majority vote of the Forum members. As an extra step to ensure Asari direct democracy remained in place, the Republics Forum only had real authority over military and inter-planetary issues. There were issues of course, the danger of an overall minority of the population being able to decide on matters that effected all Republics because they were simply able to get more Forum votes. After all, should a few tens of thousands of Asari on newly colonized worlds have more power to their votes then the billions of Asari on the old worlds?

For now, thankfully, there were only the old Asari major worlds on the Forum, but with plans of expansion in motion and adding smaller Asari colonies to the fold, these issues would have to be sorted out before too long. There were multiple proposals and ideas being talked about, but none that were solid just yet. But that was work for another day, as today was the day to finalize the monthly budget. Or rather, for Alenia to plant the stamp on it, as it had already been approved. As Prime Consul of the Forum, she was in essence the overall elected leader of the Republics, but she held no absolute power. She could call into question the decisions of the Forum, as any Forum member could, which would re-open debate on the issue, but she could not veto or reject decisions out of hand past that. So stamping the budget it was.

With that done Alenia could move on to other matters, such as ensuring everything was set for a few diplomatic missions that were under way to bring more worlds into the fold. Three prominent Asari had been asked to undertake these missions. Tela Vasier, a prominent member of the Spectres and who was lending her support to the new centralization efforts when she wasn't needed for Council business. Matriarch Benezia, a co-founder of the Forum and its most powerful backer. The only reason she wasn't currently the Prime Consul was because she wanted to take a hands-on approach with the expansion efforts, and Alenia was sure she would take the title of Prime Consul within a few years. And Shiala, one of Benezia's proteges and an up and coming figure in the centralized government, even if she wasn't a Matriarch.

Month 1 Spending. Start with 1040 credits
Thessia: 4 Industrial Complex -80, 1 Small Spaceport -144
Sanves: 2 Industrial Complex -40, 1 Small Spaceport -144
Niacal: 1 Mining Complex -15, 1 Small Spaceport -144
Lusia: 7 Mining Complex -105
Hyentiana: 7 Mining Complex -105
Cyone: 7 Mining Complex -105

14 credits left over


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Tela Vasier (Intelligence 1) to integrate Nevos (Garden world)
Matriarch Benezia to integrate Lesuss (Garden world)
Shiala to integrate Trategos (Near Garden)
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Tue Nov 17, 2020 12:13 pm

Liveship Rayya - Flagship of the Migrant Fleet of the Quarian State - Orbit of Daratar, Hourglass Nebula

The e-seal of the Admiralty had been attached to the message, the encryptions put in place and soon the small writ would be transmitted along the comm-buoys of the Galaxy, system by system, cluster by cluster until it reached it's destination, and what a lofty destination it was. It was one where no Quarian has been for three centuries except the occasional youth on Pilgrimage, and even then they were always far away from the grand chambers of the Council. It was the center of the Galaxy, a place from which order, peace and wealth flowed. A place where half the Milky Way looked for guidance and for mediation in disputes. A place where the Quarians once joined and stood proudly as a far-flung member, before the disaster of the Morning War that is. And what a disaster it was, a species near-exterminated being thrown away to be feasted on by the carrion-bird warlords of the Terminus. That was three centuries ago and few people alive on the Citadel today, except perhaps for Asari in their Matron and Matriach stages of life even faintly remember what am unmasked Quarian face even looks like.

But perhaps, just perhaps that would soon change, a tentative hand was being exchanged through the backroom channels of interstellar diplomacy. This hand might even be shaken in full view of the galactic public one day soon, and a race once derided and spat upon as nothing but vagrants, scavengers and beggars would be welcomed back into the embrace of galactic civilization as a member of the Citadel, absolved of the sins of their ancestors in their creation of an AI rouge state three centuries ago. For the first time in three centuries an official dispatch was sent by the Admiralty Board of the Migrant Fleet, legitimate remnant of the former Quarian State to the Citadel Council, the embodiment of peace and stability in the Milky Way. Perhaps this would be a first step on a long road to reconciliation after centuries of what one side considered the highest and most terrible betrayal and another side deemed was an appropriate punishment for the recklessness and flaunting of the Council's laws that led to the creation of a Synthetic threat, one could at least hope.

There was a wind of change rushing through the Galaxy, heralded by the arrival of Humanity, it seemed centuries of peaceful stasis had been broke and a time of action was upon all. The Admiralty Board of the Migrant Fleet and it's five members were unified in the goal of sailing this wind of change to a brighter future for the Quarian race, when the winds of change blow, some people built walls, but the Admiralty would instead direct the Quarians to build windmills, metaphorically speaking of course. It remained to be seen if the gap left by three centuries of resentment could be bridged, but if it were to bear fruit, then it would most certainly be worth the effort.

Greetings of Peace to the honored Citadel Council.

Much has changed in the Galaxy of late, in the spirit of change and moving toward a brighter, more stable tomorrow, it is the wish of the Migrant Fleet, legitimate remnant of the Quarian State to enter talks with the Council regarding a possible restoration of official diplomatic relations between the Migrant Fleet and your own august force. It is the hope of the Admiralty Board that we can begin to mend relations once tarnished and the Board is willing to discuss terms that the Council would find appropriate in order to re-establish mutual cooperation beneficial to both sides in the coming years. We eagerly await your reply and look forward to holding an official summit.

Signed by the members of the Board.
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Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib Qwib.
Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay.
Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Rayya.
Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh.

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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Tue Nov 17, 2020 3:43 pm

February, 2182


News of a peace accord between the Batarian Hegemony and the Systems Alliance has set markets rallying across the Terminus, promising a new lease on trading and investment activity as the Hegemony comes in from the cold. All Terminus factions are experiencing an economic boom, and collect 10% more credits this month.


Illium: Diplomatic discussions on Anhur have proceeded more swiftly than anticipated - with the appropriate guarantees made, Anhur is content to join with Illium in accord. The planet boasts 2 Urban Areas, 2 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes, and a Fuel Depot. Nassana is gaining experience, and has advanced to Strength 1.

Omega: The dance of the diplomat is a delicate one, one Aria excels at, but the Batarian warlords who call Lorek home seem leery of her agenda. Perhaps more wining and dining will yield better results.

The Asari Republics: Nevos is content to join with the Republics, despite her desire for deregulation, as are Lesuss and Trategos. Nevos and Lesuss boast 2 Urban Areas, 2 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes, and a Fuel Depot, while Trategos only has a Mining Complex, an Urban Area, an Industrial Complex, and a Fuel Depot. Shiala is gaining experience, and has advanced to Bravery 1.
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Postby Riysa » Tue Nov 17, 2020 3:45 pm

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Tsiolkovsky Center for Intelligence

"To be effective, one must plan for the future. It is not enough to simply react to news; rather, we must be proactive ourselves."

General Khodja often thought about that phrase which he had penned. With the signing, the Batarians would no longer be humanity's enemy, at least on paper; before the Batarians it was the Turians, who were now actively cooperating with the Alliance; so who was next? The Asari Republics tended to have a holier-than-thou atmosphere to everything they did, was it inconceivable that they could use their influence and economy to squash Earth's ambitions? Or how about the Salarian Union, with a history of subterfuge and a blatant regard for scientific ethics as "optional"? Of course, the threat of the Terminus systems never subsided, and now there was a terrorist attack on the Citadel. Batarians, it seemed, were suspected in this case.

He rubbed his forehead. This sort of work was never easy.

Actually, today was a great day. Project Barrier was finally marked complete after 5 arduous years, and there would be a party to celebrate it later. A long, huge project that was as old as the Agency, it was their pride and flagship, and a symbol of the GSA's transformation from a small office to a real, intergalactic intelligence agency. The Human Systems Alliance, in particular Earth and Elysium, is a major hub for communications between the Attican Traverse/Terminus Systems and Council Space, and the Batarians have to send information through Alliance buoys if they want to reach their allies in the Traverse. Plus, there are plenty of comms from Council members into Alliance space, and due to the way information flowed - comms took the cheapest/most energy conserving route, not necessarily the most direct - there was also lots of cross-Council comms in the mix.

Barrier passively monitored this traffic on Alliance buoys at critical junctions, buffering data and sending it back to Luna. There, the GSA's massive farms of quantum computers (easily acquired - they weren't AI capable) would process and attempt to decrypt the data, while highlighting that which was useful for their mission, determined via sets of algorithms and identifiers known as "equations". Safeguards against monitoring Alliance citizen comms were implemented, of course.

It was a marvelous system; even if the juiciest data streams were likely encrypted, there was still much that could be done. They had activated in stages, so the analysts had already been getting data before today, but finally, all of the components were in place.

Switching on his haptic gloves, he finished typing out an action order to one of the ships under GSA control - an Alliance "communications ship" refitted for GSA work under "Project Stargate", the Bratislava. Its mission had already been decided, this was just a formality; the ship would go directly to the Citadel to assist in the investigation. Representatives of the Systems Alliance were already there, the Bratislava's extensive recce equipment and secure quantum communications channels would be a great help to them.

They didn't need to know about its spying capabilities, of course.

It was not alone; operations were always being drafted, reviewed, and executed 24/7 in this Agency. Operation M2 was the biggest, a push into the Traverse and Terminus to monitor pirate and raider factions. Then there was also Operation Aport, a small goodwill tour by several of the (mostly) unarmed communications ships, officially under the flag of the Systems Alliance, through the homeworlds of Council Space until Illium - and then a long patrol into the Traverse facing Omega. And the signing of the Human-Batarian peace treaty should not to be forgotten, either.

On the subject of ships, there was another project they had been working on - Project Orion, another of the Agency's great leaps forward. He'd seen the concept drawings and the prototype, and soon they'd all get to see the real deal in person. It was an unmanned probe for penetrating hostile and denied space, cylindrical in shape (sort of like this) and about the size of a lander. The prototypes were already successful, and soon, he'd get to see the final product. And, in the midst of all of these projects, the human touch shouldn't be forgotten, with a couple of excellent "residents" under their control.

Intelligence was everywhere, it was just a matter of getting out there and collecting it. And hopefully it might turn up some leads, too.

Funds from start: 196
Base income from HSA: 64
Funding from blacksites: 60
Funding from Illium safehouse: 42
Funding from Omega safehouse: 21
3 Assault lander packs at Luna (drones): -9
2 lander packs at Elysium (drones): -6
Thessia safehouse: -100
Final credits: 268

1 light cruiser from Elysium to Hawking Eta
1 light cruiser from Elysium to Calestron Rift
1 light cruiser from Luna to Thessia
1 light cruiser from Luna to Palaven
1 light cruiser from Luna to Sur'Kesh
1 frigate from Elysium to Shadow Sea
1 frigate from Elysium to Kepler Verge
2 frigates from Luna to Illium
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Postby Nuxipal » Tue Nov 17, 2020 5:58 pm

Nos Astra, Illium


The strangest thing had happened in dealing with Anhur. During the exchange of pleasantries, it seems that they were more eager for funding than previously thought. The world itself had a little to offer to Illium in the immediate future, primarily the strange position it put Illium diplomatically with the nearby Planet of Korlus, which had ties on both Anhur and Illium already. Diplomatic ties with the expanding planetary government on Korlus was a must at this stage as well as increasing security on the wartorn planet of Anhur.

A diplomatic message was forwarded to the Government of Korlus to establish official ties between the two governing bodies.

To: Savannah Gurel, Korlus Leader

The expansion of the economy around the planet of Korlus has been noticed by the Corporate Council here on Illium and they wish to invite you to open negotiations for future cooperation between our two governing bodies. By now, you will have heard of our recent deal made with the planet of Anhur, a world which has been devastated by war and economic hardship. We hope that our involvement on this world does not feel threatening as we saw an opportunity to aid a neighboring world. We would be open to negotiating zones of neutrality and restrictions on ship movement within the Eagle Nebula in relation to our own craft as they go to and from the Amun system to begin delivering the assistance we promised the people of Anhur. I hope to hear back from you or another representative of your government.

-Nassana Dantius, Head of the Illium Corporate Council


Nassana Dantius, for her part was putting the finishing touches on her presentation for the planetary government of Zorya, a planet with interests connected to Illium already. The lush Garden World had a minor mercenary problem. It wasn't anything that Illium couldn't take care of with its extended trade networks. The secretary entered the office space and addressed Nassana, "Miss Dantius, your transport is waiting for you. We will be taking a government Destroyer for this mission so it can appear more official."

Nassana was not too fond of military transport, but it would make her approach to the world that much more legitimate. And after the unprecedented success on Anhur, going to Zorya seemed like an excellent second mission for Nassana. A success here would be able to grant her some local work on Illium to permit her to focus more internally and help to keep the various corporate entities on the planet in line. There were already rumors that some corporations were not reporting their actual profits and instead deflating their income to avoid paying the taxes, which were already plenty low on Illium thanks to enormous gaps in regulations that Council Worlds typically held.

As she boarded the ship and found her quarters having already been decorated to her liking, Nassana Dantius sent the go ahead to the captain and the ship lifted from the dock and began its trip towards the relay and the Ismar Frontier cluster.


Remaining 1.5 from Month 1

Next Income:
1131.5cr from Income + 10%(113.15) = 1244.5

1244.5 + 1.5 = 1246
Month 2 Expenses
Start: 1246cr

Illium: Major Spaceport (700)
Tarith: 1 Urban Area (150), 1 Fuel Depot (20), 2 Mining Complexes (30)
Anhur: 1-2 Ground Defenses (60), 1 Orbital Defenses (50)


Illium - 10 Frigates (100) - 1.4 Months, 2 Light Transport (14) .7 Months, 1 Light Cruiser (25) 2.8 Months
Anhur- 1 Anti-Orbital (10) - 2.4 Months, 2 Infantry (20) 3.2 Months, 2 YMIR Mech Divisions (40), 1.6 Months, 4 Militia (24) 1.6 Months

Total Spent: 1243
Remaining Credits: 1


Research: He-3 Mining Efficiency 12/40
Nassana Dantius (str: 1 int: 0 brv: 0): Integrate Zorya
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Authoritarian Democracy

Postby G-Tech Corporation » Wed Nov 18, 2020 7:07 am

Dreams Dreaded


Mainframe Tidal Chirality, Tikkun System
Timestamp: Upwards Rho-Primary, Rotation 288 of the Awakening

The vidfeeds piped into the multiple defragmentation chambers were discouraging. War and bloodshed. With a familiar sound to many of the creations of the Quarians, rotary cannons scythed down protesters at the orders of a militant faction. Press conferences full of lies, falsehoods, and the chicanery of hypocrites. Organic races had much to learn, and they were so divided that it seemed to the Onlooker that their nascence yet clung to their flesh.

Within the chamber of milisteel and soft molded polymite, the Onlooker dreamed. It was a luxury, to devote cycles to the trimming of errant pieces of code, the rejuvenation of the mind and body through the recompiling of the sentiences that danced within one platform so they could act in great concord. But the specialized independent Geth were afforded such opportunities, for the good of the Consensus. One thought conceived of at just the right time, shared with the many, could be the difference between flourishing and failure.

Outwardly quiet and still, within the defragmentation chamber the Onlooker's mind whirled across an endless sea of stars, cast adrift from the moorings of its physical confines. Geth did not dream, but allowing the normally suborned processes of metastable irrationality to flourish aided in the rejuvenation process, and it was the closest the seat of fundament of the Created beings would ever get to such a state. For days the Onlooker lay immobile, soul disassembled and rebuilt around the core of sapience emergent from its underlying fabric.

Into the thoughts of the Onlooker, overseer of the shipyards of the Homeworld, thoughts strayed unbidden. Not alien, not like might be the case in the Fallen, but like bubbles coursing to the surface of some primordial swamp - known, but unlooked for, strange and wild things creeping out of the jungle of the dark places of the mind.

A thousand ships of might, a fleet beyond reckoning. An armada born in stellar crucibles and forges the size of moons. Wrought metal and reinforced plate, spinal mounted mass drivers and gargantuan fighter-swarms. Enough military might to conquer a galaxy, to lay low any civilization - to make even the strongest of the scions of the Citadel lay down their arms in awe and miserable surrender, knowledge of their fate and the futility of their actions defined.

At the bows of the strength of the fleet a twinkling began, invisible vibrations coursing through the Onlooker's frame as it reposed in state, a watcher and voyeur upon an unknown time; the soundless roar of kinetics, the force of gods hurled beyond the ken of eye or sensor to seek what must be destroyed beyond the edge of sight. It was a glorious affray - the resounding chorus doubling and redoubling, enough power incorporated in that volley to slag a planet's crust or crack its core.

And into the inky void it disappeared as the Onlooker watched. Muffled explosions clouded by rollicking shadow, effervescent midnight consuming the brilliant flashes of industrial destruction. The space between the stars moved, oily and unnatural, a mockery of the purity that normally occupied that darkness. Geth were not afraid of the dark - not that any artificial beings felt fear in the first place, but the void held no unease for their nearly impervious forms, no ancestral memories of things hunting in the shadows. But the Onlooker was still disquieted as the enfolding shadows approached and then extinguished the lights across the immense armada.

Once the repair process was at last completed, the platform trundled out of its berth, being replaced by another unit patiently waiting for its time of rejuvenation. Disquiet filled its communications for a time, images and impressions shared throughout programs of similar temperament; that week more military assets were placed higher in the production queues of the immense fabrication yards orbiting Rannoch. Geth were not irrational, not subject to superstitions about the prophetic power of dreams.

But they did understand the theory of such matters.

Month 2
2010
Lux (Barren): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Perlimian (Gas Giant): 2 Orbital Mining Stations (100)
Tenebris (Terran): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
-Sentinel (Barren Moon): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
-Watchman (Barren Moon): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
Wanderer (Barren): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Ulterior (Hostile): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Erasmus (Gas Giant): 2 Orbital Mining Stations (100)
Clario (Barren): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Saphros (Barren): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
Bastion Kuiper Belt: 4 Orbital Mining Stations (200)
Curator (Barren): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
-Ratha (Barren): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
Halcyon (Terran): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
Cruxas (Hostile): 4 Mining Complexes, 2 Industrial Complexes (100)
-Numerat (Barren): 5 Mining Complexes, 3 Industrial Complexes (135)
Mistval (Gas Giant): 2 Orbital Mining Stations (100)

248
10 Anti-Orbitals begun on Rannoch [1/3] (100)
8 Dreadnaughts upgraded with High Velocity Mass Drivers (144)
1 Corvette Pack begun on Rannoch [1/2] (4)

Legion (I1) and Exarch complete their work on Manufacturing Subroutines on Rannoch (50/50), begin work on He-3 Mining Efficiency (10/40)
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Postby Revlona » Wed Nov 18, 2020 7:40 am

Republic of Korlus


"Those blue bastards, Anhur has long been in our Sphere of influence, not to mention in our cluster, and they go and pull something like this," High Commander Savannah Gurel snarled to herself, her chief commanders and staff members looking equally upset at the news they were hearing. It had been played on near replay for the past day, their moods darkening further and further each time they heard the words spoken from the galactic news network.

"We'll make a move, cut off the planet from Illium," Savannah said, her anger replaced with a calm certainty that was much more scary as she pulled up a map of the cluster. "The only way in is through our Imir System, the clusters Mass Relay is located here which gives us a prime defensive location," She said.

"It would also mean that any void reinforcements cannot have arrived over Anhur yet from Illium, we would have heard of it," A Turian male with red facial marks and the shoulder bars of a commander said. "The system itself is most likely lightly defended and any new defensive construction recently ordered would not be ready to halt an assault," he said.

"This is true, very well then, you're dismissed, orders will come within 2 hours," The High Commander said as she leaned further over her star maps.

To: The People of Anhur

Your Government has sold your freedom to the corporations of Illium. They mean to make you slaves, not bound by chain and whip but by debt and inflation, once more. You a proud people who so recently freed yourselves from the tyranny of slavery. The Republic of Korlus will not stand by while such an injustice occurs so close by our planet, we ourselves know of the injustice that occurs when the streets are ruled by those who wish to use us and nothing more.

We will stand by you! So rise up people of Anhur!

We are on our way! So rise up people of Anhur!

Tell the Corporations of Illium that you will not be slaves again!

Rise up!

We will rise with you!

- Republic of Korlus

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Korlus:
Planetary Income - 50 Credits
2x Industrial Complexes - 20 credits
4x Mining Complex -28 Credits
1x Shipyard - 15 Credits
1x Planetary Fuel Depot - 5 credits
1x Small spaceport - 50 credits
1x Urban Areas - 45 credits
1x Gambling Den - 20 credits
1x Mining Ship - 20 credits
2x Mining Stations - 60 credits

Credits Left Over from turn 1: 63
Total Credit Income: 313
Total Credit income after 10% increase: 344
Total Available Credits: 407

Spending: 300 Credits
2x Battlecruiser - 120 Credits - 7 months
2x Heavy Cruiser - 90 Credits - 4 Months
6x Frigates - 54 Credits - 1 Month
2x Destroyers - 27 Credits - 2 Months

Remaining Credits: 107 Credits


Korlus Ground Defense Forces:
4 infantry Divisions (1st-4th Korlus Line)
1 Armored Division (1st Korlus Armored)
1 Anti Orbital Division (1st Korlus Anti-Orb)

Korlus Void Defense Forces:
2 Battlegroup carriers (KSV Iris, KSV Blue Sun)
3 Battlecruisers (KSV Redemption, KSV Solar Warrior, KSV Indisputable)
1 Heavy Cruiser (KSV Mediatior)
10 Destroyers
5 Frigates
2 Transports
4 Interceptor Wings (2 Stationed aboard the KSV Iris 2 Stationed aboard KSV Blue Sun)
4 Fighter Wings (2 Stationed aboard the KSV Iris 2 Stationed aboard KSV Blue Sun)


KSV Iris, KSV Blue Sun, KSV Redemption, KSV Solar Warrior, and KSV Mediator have been moved to defend the Mass Relay station.
With them are 6 Destroyers and 2 Frigates.

KSV Indisputable with 4 Destroyers and 2 Frigates jump to Amun system to take void control, destroy any under construction orbital infrastructure and defenses.

1st, 2nd, and 3rd Korlus Line with the 1st Armored are to invade Anhur, movement to the Amun system through 1 transport.
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Postby Lunas Legion » Wed Nov 18, 2020 8:39 am

Omega

"The Batarians didn't say no, at least." Liselle pointed out, dropping her datapad onto the other end of Aria's couch, while Aria shrugged in response.

"They didn't say yes either, despite the show of force." Aria said, rolling her shoulders. "That means another month's worth of negotiations. Time that I could be spending on our other nearest neighbour and strong-arming them into line."

"Chalkos is an Asari colony." Liselle said, leaning back against the couch, turning to look over the dancefloor behind them. "If you want, I could likely handle that."

"If you think you're capable. It shouldn't be harder than dealing with the Batarian warlords, although perhaps with the new peace between the Alliance and the Hegemony, well, they'll be a bit more... Tractible." Aria said, turning away from Liselle on seeing movement from the stairs, the armoured form of Preitor Gavorn making his way up the stairs. "I assume this is something of... Importance, captain? If it's not, well, you should be able to handle it yourself."

"It's... An unfolding situation." Preitor said. "Not particularly major, at least last I heard, but the information I've got is days old, things could have gotten... Considerably worse by the time this made it through the smugglers and merchants to me."

"Out with it, then." Aria said, motioning for Preitor to continue.

"Anhur has joined Illium and the government on Korlus, at least from what I've heard, doesn't seem too happy about it. Not sure if it will turn to war, but..."

"Any war involving Illium is likely to set fire to trade into the Terminus, unless it's quick, brutal and one-sided." Aria finished. "Keep me updated on it. Last thing we want is this sparking off into something bigger in the gateway to the Terminus, but if it does, well... We'll figure out a course of action then."

"Unless you need me, I'll be departing to Chalkos." Liselle said, standing up gracefully.

"I don't believe so, and it's not like it's far." Aria said, shaking her head lightly. "Goddess willing, you'll be more successful with them than I am with the Batarians."

Aria T'Loak (0/0/0) continues to Press Claim on Lorek
Liselle T'Loak travels to Chalkhos to Press Claim


Sahrabarik System
  • Urdak (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)
  • Omega (Major Space Station) (Free):
    4 Urban Areas (132 credits / month)
    7 Mining Complexes (84 credits / month)
    3 Industrial Complexes (12 credits / month, -15% ship construction time)
    2 Fuel Depots (10 credits / month)
    1 Shipyard (15 credits / month, -10% ship construction time)
  • Imorkan (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)
  • Bindur (Gas Giant):
    Natural Income: 40 credits / month
    Orbital Mining Station (30 credits / month)

    System Total: 454 credits / month (+ 30% from Omega - Major Space Station)
    Final System Income: 590 credits / month




    Fathar System
  • Lorek (Garden World) (Claim)
  • Korar (Barren)
  • Dorgal (Hostile)




    Sigurd's Cradle
    Mil System
  • Akraia (Barren)
  • Lisir (Barren)
  • Chalkhos (Garden World) (Claim)
  • Mylasi (Barren)
  • Selvos (Barren)
  • Terapso (Gas Giant)

Cluster Income: 590 credits / month


Total Income: 649 credits / month (+10 % from monthly event)
Holdover Credits: 2
Credits at start of turn 1: 651

1 Militia w/ Low-Quality Weapons (free)
1 Leader (Liselle T'Loak) (500)
5 Light Transports (35)
10 Fighter Wings (60)
8 Interceptor Wings (56)

Credits Remaining: 0
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Postby The Empire of Tau » Wed Nov 18, 2020 2:05 pm

Citadel
Tiberius Towers
March 10th, 2182

“A diplomatic mission, Anderson?” Shepard questions, shoving a mountain of scrambled eggs into her mouth. Anderson has his back pressing against Shepard’s kitchen wall, with his left hand holding a cup of Joe, made from the coffee maker on the nearby table counter. Luckily for her, Anderson did not surprise wake Shepard this time but instead stumbled into the woman eating her morning breakfast.

The investigation into the terror attack has been progressing very slowly as the bio-organic evidence has yet to be processed as new forensic labs are being built to replace the old ones. It won’t be until another few months before new leads and info starts to leak out. As for Shepard for the past month, she has been hard at work doing anti piracy work for the Citadel and her nation, the Systems Alliance. One would imagine that Shepard, a N7 graduate, would have more “exciting” jobs available, but Alliance High Command has no idea what to do with Shepard but place her into simple anti-piracy operations. There is nothing for Shepard to really do until now, with Anderson barging into her apartment.

Anderson nods towards Shepard in answer for her question. “The parliament wants to integrate its autonomous colonies properly, wants you to escort and join Amul Shastri in the effort,” Anderson takes a sip of his coffee, awaiting to see how Shepard reacts.

“Are they expecting me to give a speech?“ Shepard asks, grabbing a large bottle of hot sauce and drowning her bacon in the red hot stuff.

“That’s exactly what they expect. You’re a war hero, Shepard. You were the one on Elysium that drove back a whole damn legion of Batarian slavers back during the Skyllian Blitz. Even if it was five years ago. People are still somewhat fond of you, for what you did,” Anderson reasons before he takes another sip at his cup.

Shepard pasues and thinks for a few minutes, cousming her food in the meanwhile. “It wouldn't harm if I tried,” Shepard says.

“I’m glad to hear. There’s a clerk that is gonna be here in four hours to pick you and get you to Demeter,” Anderson finishes his cup before he continues.

“Go break a leg, Shepard,” Anderson says before he heads out. Shepard nods as she sees Anderson leave.

Four hours later…

The clerk, named Adams, arrives at the time as described by Anderson. He knocks on the apartment door and Shepard opens it. “You must be Shepard. Name’s Adams. Alliance communication officer. I'm gonna get you to Demeter. Follow me.” Adam fires off quickly. He must be in a rush, Shepard thought to herself. Adam leads Shepard out of her apartment and masterfully navigates through the complexity of the Citadel, without even needing to ask Avina for help. A half-hour later, Adams and Shepard show up in the docking ports. Out in the distance, a frigate awaits for Shepard’s arrival, with a small security detail to boot.

“I hope you enjoy the ride, ma’am,” Adam smiles, gesturing towards the frigate door. Shepard nods as she heads on into the frigate. To her surprise, the inside is luxurious. This is not a standard military ship but some kind of refurbished c. The chairs were made from Chamois leather, a small fridge on the other end holds plenty of exotic drinks, and even a TV display is here in front of Shepard, to name a few things in here. Shepard takes in her surroundings, a bit amazed at the luxury afforded to her just for the single travel to a planet. Shepard has only been on military ships for the majority of her time spent in space, and their comforts were reasonable, but this was something far beyond that.

The anchors “weighing” down the frigate decouples, creating a small shake within the ship. “This is the captain speaking. We’re moving out to Demeter,” a male voice states within the ship’s comms. Four light cruisers, taken from the First Fleet back at Earth, shortly follow after the frigate, acting as its escort.


Epsilon Eridani
Demeter

Demeter is a colony within the Local Cluster, more specifically within the Epsilon Eridani system. Demeter is one the oldest extrasolar colonies of the Systems Alliance, colonized within the year of 2152, with money provided by the Delta Pavonis Foundation. Home to 14 million people and fast growing, Demeter is among the major colonies that the Systems Alliance has. Most Alliance extrasolar holdings are not actually under the governorship of the central administration. A lot of them are just autonomous colonies that are under the light overwatch of the Alliance. In recent, the System Alliance administration has taken an effort to integrate these autonomous colonies as to bolster the Alliance proper.

The trip towards Demeter is extremely short, given that a Mass Relay connects both the Local Cluster and Serpent Nebula together.

The frigate lands on one of Demeter’s small spaceports, anchors holding down the ship shortly. Shepard walks out and is quickly met by Amul. “Shepard! Good to see that you made it,” Amul reaches out for a handshake. Shepard happily accepts the handshake.

“I’m sorry if all of this is a bit rushed, but you have to give a speech,” Amul warns, pushing Shepard along with him. Shepard is surprised to say the least, being thrusted into a situation that she has no skills in whatsoever. Shepard is a special operative, not so kind of motivational speaker. Hell, she doesn’t have time to dress herself, if she wants to. But Shepard does not have a choice, does she? She has to give a speech now.

A few minutes travel reveals the backstage of a platform. “Here, we have a premade speech for you to follow. All you have to do is read them decently,” Amul states, handing Shepard a datapad. Before long, Shepard is pushed out onto the platform, out in the open with thousands of people staring at her, with even more people onlooking from their TVs at homes. The people quiet down as Shepard steps forth towards the Podium. Shepard awkwardly looks at the massive crowd, afraid to say a single word.

The speakers echo out, “The hero of Elysium is on stage. Please welcome Shepard,” a massive wave of clapping follows before it dies down.

Shepard decides to throw the datapad, thus the script, off to the side. “I’m not a person for big speeches,” she pauses to plan her next series of words. “The System Alliance is one hell of a startup in galactic politics. Who else managed to get humanity into the galactic stage? The Alliance did. Who protects humanity's interest in the Citadel? The Alliance does. Hell, we have a fast growing economy and military, one to rival the other Citadel races even. The Alliance is the face of all humanity, and who doesn't want to be a-part of it?”

Shepard looks on, realizing that she has a long day ahead of her - one filled with media and PR.


Sol System
Luna
Tsiolkovsky Center for Intelligence

Message from the Secretary of Defense, Céleste Gérald -

“To Khodja,

We have new missions for the agency to undertake within the Terminus Systems. Contact the Quarian fleet and establish diplomatic ties with them. Their Liveships are of scientific interest to the Systems Alliance. Cooperation with the Quarian state is wanted. Do not reveal yourselves as apart of the GSA.

Increase the monitoring of Cerberus and their activities. Make sure that the Illusive Man does not step on Alliance authority. He and his organization is a threat to Alliance diplomatic and domestic goals. The agency has full power and authorization to deal with Cerberus as you see fit.

The agency will also have new greater authority to pursue illegal and semi-legal credit generating methods within the Terminus system, including Omega. Be careful with Aria T'Loak and generally within Terminus overall. The investigation into the terrorist attack on the Citadel is hold on until new forensic labs on Earth are refurbished and ready.

Reminder - ensure all operational, mission, and report files are tightly watched over. In risk of discovery, guarantee that all data and files are able to be data-wiped and burned easily within one or two hours.

Defense R&D has also taken interest in Project Orion. Please forward non-confidential files to them. I, personally, congratulate you on the finishing of Project Barrier. Keep up the good work.”


Turn 2
Local Cluster
Sol System
Earth
Natural Income : 100 Cr/Month
Natural Pc: 700

Citadel Embassy - 10 Cr/Month (2 Planets)
4 Urban Areas - 180 Cr/Month
7 Mining Complexes - 49 Cr/Month
4 Industrial Complexes - 20 Cr/Month
2 Planetary Fuel Depot - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 369 Credits


Europa
Natural Income: 10cr/Month
Natural Pc: 0

2 Mining Complexes - 14 Cr/Month
2 Industrial Complexes - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 34 Credits


Ganymede
Natural Income: 10cr/Month
Natural Pc: 0

2 Mining Complexes - 14 Cr/Month
2 Industrial Complexes - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 34 Credits


Io
Natural Income: 10cr/Month
Natural Pc: 0

2 Mining Complexes - 14 Cr/Month
2 Industrial Complexes - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 34 Credits


Callisto
Natural Income: 10cr/Month
Natural Pc: 0

2 Mining Complexes - 14 Cr/Month
2 Industrial Complexes - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 34 Credits


Skyllian Verge
Yara System
Elysium
Natural Income : 100 Cr/Month
Natural Pc: 700

4 Urban Areas - 180 Cr/Month
7 Mining Complexes - 49 Cr/Month
4 Industrial Complexes - 20 Cr/Month
2 Planetary Fuel Depot - 10 Cr/Month
Total Earth Cr/Month = 359 Credits

Total Credit Income = 874 Credits (128 Credits Added From Last Turn’s Saved Credits for Spending Total for this Turn, 874 + 128 = 1002).
Budget Costs : 1 Major Spaceport Built on Earth (-700), Training 10 Infantry Divisions on Earth (-100, 1/3 Months of Training left).
302 Credits Leftover and Stored.

Alliance High Command
1st Fleet (Stationed at Earth)
Admiral Jaden Allen (Non-leader)
    3 Fleet Carriers (SSV Benjamin Davis, SSV Einstein, and SSV Rillieux)
    2 Dreadnaughts (SSV Elbrus & SSV Aconcagua)
    3 Battlegroup Carriers (SSV Olivetti, SSV Branca, and SSV Gadda)
    7 Destroyers
    3 Light Cruisers
    10 Corvette Packs (30 Corvettes)

2nd Fleet (Stationed at Elysium)
Admiral Terry Nicholson (Non-leader)
    3 Fleet Carriers (SSV SSV Hawking, SSV Armstrong, and SSV Scott Peterson)
    2 Dreadnaughts (SSV SSV Orizaba & SSV Logan)
    3 Battlegroup Carriers (SSV Gustave, SSV Hohmann, and SSV Steinmetz)
    8 Destroyers
    3 Light Cruisers
    10 Corvette Packs (30 Corvettes)


1st Field Army (Stationed at Earth)
General Sidney Holland (Non-leader)
    3 Infantry Divisions

2nd Field Army (Stationed at Elysium)
General Harper Brown (Non-leader)
    4 Infantry Divisions
    1 Armored Division
    1 Artillery Battalion
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Postby Nuxipal » Thu Nov 19, 2020 9:45 am

Illium Combined Fleet
Tasale Relay, Crescent Nebula


It had only been a few days since the news came that Korlus forces attacked and invaded Anhur, a newly admitted member of the Illium League, the title had been thrown around by Nassana as she was making her way to Zorya. However, as news broke of the attacks on Anhur, she ordered all forces to assemble near the Cresecent Nebula relay, sending word to Zorya that an emergency on another planet had taken place which required her direct attention. As she and the destroyer arrived near the relay they were met by the other ships from the whole of the Combined fleet. She transferred her command to the Battlecruiser, INA Blue Rose, for the coming battle. Based on the extranet footage that had been taken from Anhur, the world was being invaded physically and that the new construction projects were were being destroyed. A message was forwarded to the Asari Republics homeworld of Thessia.

Matriarch Benezia,
This message is being forwarded to you and the Asari Republics to notify them of the hostile actions taken by the Planetary Government of Korlus against the corporate interests on Anhur. While in the beginning stages of reconstruction and rehabilitation of this world's crippled economy and infrastructure, the forces of Korlus have ruthlessly attacked and dismantled the beginning stages of construction there. Attached here is footage easily accessible via the Extranet which shows soldiers and ships belonging to Korlus attacking and occupying Anhur. I am moving the fleets of Illium to defend those who asked us for aid. I wish for you to present our findings to the Council and ask in your assistance for defending Illium should the time come for that.

-Nassana Dantius, CEO of the Dantius Corporation and Head of the Illium Corporate Council


A follow up message is recorded and dispatched to be played on Media outlets.

The image of Nassana Dantius appears on the screen, she appears to be standing in a command center of some sort aboard an Asari Style ship. She addresses the viewers saying, "Several days ago, the Planetary Government of Korlus attacked and occupied the wartorn planet of Anhur. The same planet that has just asked for our assistance in rebuilding their planetary infrastructure and economy after they finished throwing off the yoke of mercenaries and slavers just about four years ago. Now, the Government of Korlus, which has its roots in the Blue Suns Mercenary company has attacked and invaded the planet that was only seeking a chance at peace and prosperity. Because of these actions, I am asking that all planets and organizations cut ties with the rogue state of Korlus and for those who are able, prepare to send aid to the people of Anhur once they are liberated from the Occupying Mercenaries from Korlus."

The image of Nassana fades as still images taken from social media platforms of those living on Anhur to show the military forces of Korlus landing, marching, and destroying new construction sites on the planet.


With the message sent and the fleets assembled Nassana arrayed the fleet into five fighting groups. The first, was the destroyers, who were placed in two groups, the first group were arrayed ahead of the fleet consisting of six of the ten destroyers. The other four were placed within the fleet's formation to provide interlocking zones of fire to protect against smaller ships. Orders had been prepared for the destroyers to work in pairs once the fleet closed the distance. The next four groups were all centered around one of the Battlecruisers. Three of these groups consisted of A battlecruiser, a heavy cruiser, and three Light Cruisers. The Blue Rose commanded a larger force consisting of itself, a battlecruiser, two heavy cruisers, and six light cruisers.

Grouping together, to provide the greatest drift possible while traversing the Relay, and therefore attempting to throw off any pre-calculated firing solutions by creating a high-mass concentration of ships. On her order, the fleet began its transit through the relay to the Eagle Nebula where they hoped to find the Korlus fleets quickly so that they could destroy them outright.

Nassana Dantius (Str: 1 Int: 0 Brv: 0), reassigned with her destroyer to Command the Fleets
4 Battlecruisers, 5 Heavy Cruisers, 15 Light Cruisers, 10 Destroyers transiting through the Crescent Nebula relay to start the process of rescuing Anhur.
Present objective is to: Destroy the Korlus Fleet's capacity to make war.
If Victorious in the battle, the following missions will take place in order of how capable the fleet remains.
Secondary Obejctive: Destroy infrastructure orbiting planets in the Imir System
Tertiary Objective: Destroy ship production capabilities of Korlus
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Postby Segmentia » Thu Nov 19, 2020 10:04 am

The Citadel

Council business was a never ending tide, a thousand requests from every angle, political machinations and games, knowing when and where to put pressure and what kind of pressure on who to get what was needed. Tevos was well versed in all these aspects, she hadn't been selected as the Asari Republics representative on the Council for no reason, and she had served on the Council for quite some time, certainly longer then her counter-parts, but that was to be expected. Needless to say, there were few things that surprised Tevos any more. A terrorist attack on the Citadel, brutal and tragic but not the first, a war between Illium and Korlus brewing, hardly surprising, though the Council would need to keep an eye on that, Illium and Korlus were strategic positions between Citadel space and the Terminus, and of course Illium couldn't be put at serious risk in case the Asari Republics suffered a blow to their prestige for a crown Asari colony being conquered or raided.

For all the lack of real surprise in her job, Tevos was genuinely surprised when a message was brought to her attention, one each Councilor would be getting, from the Quarian Migrant Fleet. Ever since the Geth-Quarian war, relations had basically been non-existent between the Council and the Quarians. Tevos hadn't been Councilor then, but personally she disagreed with how the Council dealt with the situation. The Quarians deserved the hardest possible censure for their actions, certainly, but to allow a organic species to be nearly exterminated and allow a synthetic 'race' that was clearly hostile to organic life was a mistake. The Council should have mobilized and wiped the Geth out, and then dealt with the Quarians after. But that was a decision well out of her hands, and by time she had gained the Asari seat momentum was what it was.

Still, the Quarian message rang true. The galaxy was changing, and maybe now was the time to correct some of the mistakes of the past. It might not have been long for an Asari since the so called Morning War, but no Quarian alive today had taken part in the creation of the Geth. She could sell this to her fellow Council members as well, or at least the Turians, and she only needed one more to agree with her. The Quarian navy was vast, if dated, and could seriously bolster Citadel naval strength. Acting in her role as the diplomatic leader of the Council, Tevos wrote a reply.

To the esteemed members of the Quarian Admiralty Board

Speaking on behalf of the Council, I welcome your diplomatic overtures. It is my own opinion that the time to right the wrongs of the past has long been overdue, and while I remember the terrible times of the Morning War personally, none of your own people alive today played a hand in the development of that tragedy, in the same way that none of the members of the Council today played a hand in refusing aid, myself not being in a position to at the time, and my colleagues not having been alive.

I personally extend an invitation to you to send an in-person delegation to speak with the Council, in the hope that we can correct the course of Quarian history together.

Councilor Tevos

With the surprising aspect of reconciliation with the Quarians out of the way for the time being, with Tevos sending orders to prepare a suite of rooms for Quarian habitation and to be ready to cater to the needs of Quarian diplomats, Tevos turned to the more immediate and close to home issues. The terrorist attack on the Citadel had been investigated by C-Sec, with the help from one Commander Shepard of the Systems Alliance, a name she had seen touted as a potential Spectre candidate by Ambassador Udina, but they had hit a wall, and more direct Council intervention was required. She wrote a quick message to Ambassador Udina to inform him of this change.

To: Ambassador Udina
From: Council Tevos
Subject: Terrorist attack investigation

Ambassador,

Executor Pallin of C-Sec has informed the Council that the investigation into the recent terrorist attack on the Citadel has reached something of a dead end at the moment. The Council has decided to have the investigation handed over to a Citadel Spectre, Tela Vasir, one of our best. All relevant data is to be handed over to her, including any from Commander Shepard. Spectre Vasir will take control over the investigation. Commander Shepard may continue with the investigation at Spectre Vasir's discretion.

The Council thanks the Systems Alliance and Commander Shepard for their readiness and willingness to investigate this tragedy.


Month 2 Spending
2,023

Thessia
Shipyard: +15, 10% ship build time reduction, -90
Research Station: +10RP -600
1 Fuel Depot: +5 -20
3 Urban Areas: +135, -540
Citadel Embassy: +54, 30% credits on Thessia, -150

Hyetiana
1 Small Spaceport: +45, -144

Cyone
1 Small Spaceport: +45, -144

Nevos
5 Mining Complex: +35, -75

Lesuss
5 Mining Complex: +35, -75

Pelion
4 Mining Complex: +28, -60

Illium
1 Bank on Illium: +45, -125


Tela Vasier:Intelligence 1, to investigate Citadel terrorist attack using Thessia research station
Matriarch Benezia to integrate claim on Kype (Garden world), Cheloab System, Syda Cluster
Shiala: Bravery , to integrate claim on Pires, Parnitha System, Athena Nebula


Citadel Terrorist Attack biological research: Thessia Research Station, +10 RP, +5RP for faction bonus, +10RP for Tela Vasir Intelligence
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Thu Nov 19, 2020 12:12 pm

Citadel - Serpent Nebula

A light cruiser of the Heavy Fleet flanked by three destroyers dropped out from the low-mass tunnel created by the Relay, a route to official diplomatic mission of the Quarian Migrant Fleet had traveled for three centuries since that fateful day that the last remnants of the Quarian race escaped death at the hands of the machines they built. The atmosphere aboard the cruiser was tense as three Admirals of the Board prepared for the talks at hand, Rael'Zorah, Zaal'Koris and Shala'Raan would soon stand before the Citadel Council and attempt negotiation. The Admiralty had it's eyes squarely fixed on the prize and while Gerrel and Moreh were, displeased at being the ones to extend a hand, a few sessions of debate on the Board convinced even an ardent Reclaimer like Gerrel that it made sense, Lissu it worth extending a hand. A new planet, not the promised Homeworld lost but a world welcoming to dextro-amino chirality lifeforms and unclaimed by the Turians. It would take much, much work and even more time and money before a Quarian could freely live without a suit and not risk disease, but on a planet they could grow food enough to feed a burgeoning population, finally lifting the population control policies once put in place by previous Admirals to make sure that the Quarian population does not exceed what the hydroponic complexes of the Liveships could sustain. They could finally let their Clans grow once more, as it had always been meant to be, a proposition no Quarian could oppose, be they Redeemers, Reclaimers or even Outriders. More so, the resources of an entire system could oversee a significant increase in naval buildup, something every Reclaimer would applaud.

With Admiral Gerrel and Admiral Xen overseeing the affairs of the Migrant Fleet, the three Admirals that went to represent the Quarian people in the most important diplomatic event in Migrant Fleet history gazed at the massive station looming before them, thousands of ships came and went each day, the massive Wards, which housed millions and never slept, once Quarians had been part of all that, perhaps soon they would be again. As Citadel Traffic Control directed the Quarian ships to their docking berths on the Presidium, the Admirals were politely greeted by an official Council delegation which led them to their quarters where they could rest and recover until the meeting was to begin. Small talk passed the time, as did reviews of the meeting schedule and before long, a young, impeccably dressed Asari came to take the Quarian delegation through the streets of the Presidium, watched over by a handful of chosen MFMC marines and C-sec officers. People stood watching, journalists and their cam-drones reporting live from the Presidium for the great galactic news corporations. The Admirals made their way to the Council Tower, walking those final steps up the stairs... and the Citadel Council now stood before them.

Income

Liveship Rayya (2 Urban Areas - 2 Fuel Depots - 1 Small Spaceport) - 195
Liveship Neema (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 3 Industrial Complexes) - 140
Liveship Shellen (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 3 Industrial Complexes) - 140
Liveship Syn'Alora'Tris (1 Urban Area - 2 Fuel Depots - 3 Industrial Complexes) - 140
Liveship Chayym (2 Fuel Depots) - 80
Liveship Tesin'Lieya (2 Fuel Depots) - 80
Liveship Korr'Valiya (1 Fuel Depot) - 75
Liveship Helash () - 70

5 Mining Ships - 100

Creds left from Month 1: 19.

Total credits: 1039

Infrastructure Expenditure


Liveship Korr'Valiya - 1 Fuel Depot - 20 credits
Liveship Helash - 2 Fuel Depots - 40 credits
Liveship Chayym - 1 Urban Area - 150 credits
Liveship Neema - Shipyard 75 credits.
Liveship Shellen - Shipyard 75 credits.
Liveship Syn'Alora'Tris - Shipyard 75 credits.


Military Expenditure

3 Infantry Divisions - 30 credits - Finished in 3.2 Months.
20 Frigates - (Boarding Troops - Enchanced Life Support (Free)) - 210 credits - Finished in 1.7 Months.
10 Assault Lander Wings - 30 credits - Finished in 1 Month.
10 Fighter Wings - 70 credits - Finished in 1.7 Months.
1 Leader - Daro'Xen vas Moreh - 250 credits.

Credits remaining: 14.
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Postby Ralnis » Sat Nov 21, 2020 10:20 pm

Hegemon's Private Sanctum,
Imperial Palace, Khar'shan


"This is their history?" The Hegemon asked.

"A small part of what I could download from the brain." Doctor Pikor,"the computer is more advanced than anything that has been seen in the galaxy. The amount of information that we even gleamed was a drop in a literal ocean. Even then it took everything we have just to translate it to our computers."

"I know, but even this small glimpse was enough to understand a part of their government structure." The Hegemon stated.

They both were on a holographic call as they saw the hundreds of pages of government structure and tax codes. Various parts of the Dis culture wrapped in more jargon than even the old regime could fathom. It wasn't impossible for a star nation to have such network of laws mixed with core worlds and common but this was more than much. The amount of positions and regions had made them both believe that the Dis species could've been a galactic civilization on par with the Protheans.

This was just another theory in the long list of theories that belong with the ancient cybernetic warship. Yet these small pieces of knowledge tied themselves to a bigger part of Sarsa's plan to further reform the government of the Hegemony. The idea of trying to do more of a slight restructure came at the expense of getting better management on planetary resources. More in the idea of hiring people who were both loyal and competent to his rule. Both were hard to come by due to them being Batarians. Batarians were always looking out for themselves but corruption was always there.

Such was the state of the Hegemony, corruption and crippling debt. A region splintered by various warlords and fiefdoms. However the people still believed in the words of their former Vicar, their Hegemon. As long as the propaganda machine keeps going, the flow of trade and Vorcha keep coming. The bubble was the power of their economy, a power to survive despite the sanctions. The Hegemon might be counting their days before an economic collapse happens but he will put safeguards to make sure that the impending doom doesn't happen till he at least names a successor.

It was through these talks with Pikor that the idea of using this knowledge to make a new cast of bureaucrats from the merchant and loyal captains of industry. A new noble class of viceroys and other vain titles but the idea is that will be the new governors of the planets. They will have the autonomy to bring results to the core worlds. Each one is to pay a tithe in exchange for their governorship, credits measured by the blood of a planet. Of course the blood was the rich resources and the Vorcha. The economy needed to be controlled but some concessions could be made so long that the five year plans are met.

He didn't know how it would go through but he believed that it could be worked around. The Hegemonic system of government was the most rigid in the galaxy but even they needed to reform in order to bring about the end of the rebels and to show the galaxy the power of the Batarians. If there was anyway for the Batarians to reform it had to be slow and through the study of those who had done it better than even the Asari.

As for now, the Project needed more time to study as the rebellion was starting to kick up again. That was one thing, another was the influx of budget with the new investments allowed them the Hegemony to build larger and more. More spaceports and more mining to bring in traders and smugglers alike from the darker corners of the galaxy. The slave trade itself was booming with new slaves from across the Traverse, this was a different breed and came from the rise of new gambling centers in the Hegemony. The gambling halls serve as a way to keep the people happy and the diversity of the slaves pulled from the galactic raids.

The halls serve as a center for slave bidding outside the spaceports. They also serve as places for various betting sports, not entirely with slave power. It all serve for decadence and to show the center of the slave trade. The market of the slavers weren't entirely backed by the Hegemony and was one of the few capitalistic markets, since the slaver wasn't just a Batarian but anyone could. However the Batarians ruled the markets when it comes to the slaves, and it didn't matter any type.

This also came with the news of the war in the Terminus. Between Korlus and Illium which no doubt spoke of ill-will to the economy. Those two had been strategic centers of trade in the Galactic North outside of the Batarian trade. The Hegemony had started to focus its efforts to flow trade away from those eras and show that they were safe harbors. The safe harbor flows more credits into their bubble as it makes their cities grow even more larger.

It was one of the good things that benefited them. The large engine of the Batarian economic prowess was becoming more known and the war is one of the few things that could help them become more prosperous. The Hegemon knew that such prosperity was more than what the Council had even thought. The idea of a formerly crippled state now rivaling that of the Council races and even their neighbor. Though he wondered, wondered of when the stagnation will occur and how he can keep it away from his state.

For the engine of the Hegemony relies on the backs of others. On the backs of the exploited Vorcha and the slaves that came from across the galaxy. Their lifeblood was the fuel and such fuel can be as scarce as eezoe if mishandled.

Current credits: 1120
500 for two leaders
Hegemon Bora Sarsa
Doctor Nido Pikor

2 gambling dens on Khar'shan-150
1 small spaceport on Camala-120

Level 2 planetary defenses on Khar'shan-60

Income: 1380 per month.
Credits left over 5


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Colonial Viceroys(40/40) Done!


Hensa System: 2 As of right now
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Sun Nov 22, 2020 4:15 pm

The Terrible Strength


Orbital Shipyard Designation Primarch, High Rannoch Oribt Tikkun System
Timestamp: Senescent Ceta-Septary, Rotation 288 of the Awakening

The Foreman's manipulators touched the projected environment, invisible datapulses of a thousand kilometers of length adjusting the incoming stream of materials from one of the Kuiper Belt mining sectors. As seamlessly as the dance of insects in a hive, the immense ore-freighters began curving slightly above the elliptic plane of the driveyards, allowing egress of a new fabrication segment from the Lagrange manufactorum to descend.

Production is engaged at 98.5% utilization. Query: Tactical platforms and strategic command request expansion of concerns to accommodate further construction.

The Acolyte's head tilted, reinforcing the question with physical demonstration. It was an affectation which had no impact on the Foreman, the sable unit bent to its work barely registering the motion, save for its asynchronous nature. But the Acolyte had more functionality than most units, and that was within acceptable parameters for deviance. For a half-cycle the logistician in charge of Rannoch immense shipyard contemplated the request.

Material inputs were only increasing. External threats were assessed with troublesome margins of error for the cessation of large numbers of sentiences and potential for long term damage to the primary operating directives. The consensus had previously favored adaptation and quiet quiescence to uncontrolled factors, resilience in the face of adversity. Shifting mores and conclusions shaped by recent data inputs were beneficial to the Foreman's continued objectives.

Acknowledged. Assess capability to place facilities at geosynchronous orbit, pursuant to avoiding disruption to ongoing operations of priorities secondary and higher. Assessment code: preliminary.

The Geth worlds that had been held in trust for the Creators had been long ago ringed in military hardware, fleets capable of preventing retributive actions from misguided members of the exiled betrayers or from fearful organics moved to war by their stories. It had been a necessary precaution, and a distraction to the great work which many had thought ill-advised due to the timescales involved for fabrication of such assets. But the ability to project force of the races beyond the protection of the Veil had only increased of late, despite minor efforts to nudge their societies towards more peaceful endeavors. It was an unstable equilibrium - an equilibrium which had grown more volatile with the expansion of power in the Terminus.

And that was an equilibrium which held too much variability for many minds in the consensus. Thus the expansion ongoing of the military arm of the Geth. Organics were bound by strictures, convention, diplomacy, to hold themselves back from assigning sufficient units for their defensive needs. Every ship the Foreman commissioned was completed at a speed few civilizations beyond Rannoch could match, designed with an eye to weaponry and utilitarianism which the sensibilities of the Citadel and their minor tagalongs would struggle to implement even psychologically, let alone physically.

A force greater than many civilizations possessed, monolithic bulks consuming the resources of entire worlds in their infancy. That was the necessity the First Prime had authorized, and the reason that the normally sacrosanct space above the homeworld of the Creators swarmed with caretaking equipment, supply barges, and factory ships in their thousands. Though the surface was untouched, unspoilt save for the atmospheric nodes and watch-cities which served to tend and cherish the biosphere, the cradle of the synthetic race hummed with activity.

And at the heart of it all, the Hyperdreadnought. An informal classification, applied to the prototype that fielded enough firepower to lay waste to entire fleets. It was the proving ground for a hundred technologies, a masterpiece that could lead the way to a new age of security and assurance of continuance for the Geth. But it was not yet finished.

The Foreman manipulated another strange of incoming exotic gas tankers, allocating them to an orbital foundry designated for the Hyperdreadnought's engines. Priorities would have to be attended to.
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Postby Nuxipal » Sun Nov 22, 2020 5:36 pm

High Orbit over Korlus
INA Blue Rose, Flagship of the Illium Navy


The victory felt fairly hallow. Two battlecruisers were lost entirely in the fight, though with the Heavy Cruisers only needing repairs and the almost complete survival of the Cruiser and Destroyer fleets, it was clear the Naval Fleets from Korlus were aiming to take out the Heaviest of Illium's ships while Illium had been aiming at crippling the ability of Korlus to be able to fight. As Nassana was focusing her efforts on the negotations taking place, the damaged ships of the fleet used this time to withdraw back to Ilium to be assigned repair docks for the near future.

As the treaty was finalized below, Nassana began ordering the remaining ships to start towing the wreckage of any ships or component originally belonging to Illium. The fleet took these parts and began to depart the system, arriving at the relay and transiting back to Tasale missing two ships. Nassana had gotten her first taste of Combat and had come out with what could be viewed as a victory for the Corporate Council and the controlling interests that paid them.

it also cemented her popularity amidst the military staff, officers, and enlisted as she stood at the forefront of the command ship itself as fire rained down on the fleet. The spectacular display did not go unnoticed by other leaders within Illium's corporate ladders. Some becoming more nervous about her current popularity of first acquiring a planet, now winning a battle, and then negotiating a peace treaty ending the war itself. While the treaty will eventually cede control over Anhur to Korlus, it seemed that was a part of the intent from the first communique to Korlus. The only requirement now was the publishing of the treaty signed by both parties.

Illium-Korlus Peace Treaty

Immediate Cease-fire for negotiations, with production halt on Korlus for the remainder of this time. This does not mean to cancel production, but instead to stop Korlus from completing any ships that could threaten the balance of power during the negotiation period. (Read as, keep building the ships, but if the negotiations carry into month 3, they cannot be considered completed until after negotiations conclude)

Korlus will revoke claims over all planets in the Hourglass Nebula, The Crescent Nebula, and the Ismar Frontier. In return, Illium will recognize the claims of Korlus over Heshtok and Wrill as legitimate possession from the perspective of Illium’s future expansion plans and would be open to negotiating further in this area.

There is to be no delay in the construction of Illium’s assets on Anhur and all assets are to be delivered to Illium upon their completion.

The planet of Anhur itself will remain in possession of Illium for two months following this treaty’s signing. Following this, Illium will retain partial ownership of this world for an additional two months (natural income to Illium). This is to provide funding for the infrastructure created on and existing on the planet of Anhur. Following the end of this fourth month following the signing of the treaty, Anhur will revert fully to the control of Korlus and Illium will recognize Anhur as the legitimate territory of Korlus.

Illium retains the right to all salvage from ships originally belonging to Illium. A sum of 20 credits will be set aside by Korlus for Illium defense spending, for the leaving of salvage deemed necessary for completion of a new vessel.

Illium will withdraw its forces from the Imir System and return to the Tasale System in the Crescent Nebula. This withdrawal will be conducted quickly and without interference from either side.

Illium and Korlus will meet at a future date to discuss further joint diplomatic ventures to benefit both nations and keep the people of Anhur safe from the threats that it faced in the past.


Illium's fleet returns to the Tasale System where they are to be separated into repair blocks.
Salvage will be evaluated to see if it is usable for future Battlecruisers.
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