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Postby Alexzonya » Sun Aug 01, 2021 12:48 am

"... [T]his is the kind of thing where there's very large consequences from seemingly small actions. I don't think they're ready." - Doctor Tithral, Nimatojin Scientist

Arkasia had never been ready. Not when they had been thrust into a humiliating defeat in the First Contact War with the United Trinity, and not when the Arkasian military evicted the alien occupiers from Old Meridian. Not when Alicante had nearly wiped them off of the face of the galaxy, not when the Barlat-Laptev War had nearly become a War in Heaven. Not when Operation Full Circle evicted them again from Earth, and not when their Home Universe had collapsed around them, leaving them as a diaspora of Arkships sailing to so many new homes.

Nor when they had arrived in NS-1 and settled the Arkasian Verge were they ready, left with the improvised technological base of their harried precursors and a half-documented set of slapdash instruction manuals calibrated to another universe. And not during the century in which they struggled to rebuild all that they had lost, blending into the background of minor polities in their new homes so well it would be a hundred and ten years before anyone took notice of them.

After the Battle of Elysium Freehold, when they broke the back of piracy in the Verge and the surrounding sectors, they thought they were ready, but they weren’t. They hadn’t been ready when the Aumanii sent their patrols into Arkasian space, rattling sabers and threatening to bring war upon the Arkasians if their demands for freedom of navigation weren’t met. They hadn’t been ready when the Phoenix Domain made first contact, though they accepted the gifts of technology without asking the costs; if they had learned anything in their existence, it was that they needed to adapt or die, and the costs of adaptation could be counted more easily than the corpses they would otherwise become when they were finally overcome. Perhaps then they should have been ready.

But they weren’t, when the Welded invaded and embarrassed their Northeast Gamma League at Naomi. They weren’t, when the Nyteborne struck in an insane war of genocide and retribution from a clear void, forcing the Arkasians into an unwanted war on yet another front, to save not only themselves but so many innocents caught in the melee. When those threats had dissipated and Arkasia was at the height of her power in her new home, feeling secure at last, they still weren’t ready when the Static struck, sending the Arkasians reeling, and pushing their Crusade of Light all the way back to their home bases in Northeast Gamma.

Arkasia has never been ready… but we're still here and still striving, Per Audacia Ad Astra: By Audacity to the Stars. We've made it this far, and we’re not going to stop now.

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Postby Alexzonya » Wed Aug 04, 2021 3:27 pm

“It's only too many troops if you can't pay them.”
- Maxim 54, from The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries

On the ARS Achelois, Captain Natalee Bailess reviews her new command, doing her best to keep herself from pursing her lips too much as the engineering team walks her through the status of the ship. The only capital ship left in BetaCOM, the Achelois was an old Athena-class Light Battleship, one of the early production models and older than Bailess herself. While still ‘modern’ in the loose sense of the word, the battleship prior to its previous set of malfunctions was showing her age, and a series of repairs by the local Phoenixi dockyards, while restoring her to serviceability, did little to improve her obsolete armor scheme, aging expert systems, and limited close-in defenses. Still, the Achelois was more than three times the mass of the next-largest ship in BetaCOM and would be the heaviest hitter in the tiny eight-ship flotilla. The issue, of course, had been that the bulk of her crew had been requisitioned and taken back to Arkasia with the rest of BetaCOM; crewing the battleship properly would have required decrewing most of her other vessels. Or so conventional wisdom believed.

When Bailess had returned from the shipshow in the Thalduhm Empire, she found a new directive awaiting her. The ‘Thanatos Protocol’. Developed by a couple of flag officers deployed with the Martian Forum relief forces, it was a series of methodologies for systematically reducing the contemporary crew sizes of Arkasian ships. Where the Achelois had originally required a complement of 676 personnel, the Thanatos Protocol suggested that they needed only 41 sapient crewmembers… and just about 340 drones, fabrication templates for which were attached to the document. For her part… Bailess wasn’t convinced the document was right. 6% of sapient crew relative to the original plus 50% of original crew in drones yielded 87% combat efficiency, which in simulations was the ideal point between unnecessary losses from low efficiency and crew count reductions. In practice, she suspected this slightly overcrewed capital ships and undercrewed frigates and corvettes.

Of course, she wasn’t the first to find the issue with the baseline document; the attached supplemental documents noted that “While the general principles of the Protocol attached are endorsed, analysis suggests that this equation is most accurate with regard to destroyer and cruiser sized combatants; capital combatants may require fewer crew than the Protocol indicates, while frigates may require more. Additional supplemental documents with more precise figures are forthcoming.” Whatever ‘forthcoming’ meant. She’d just have to give it her best guess.

That was the first part. The second supplement was what had her rubbing her head prior to ordering the Achelois back into service, with a skeleton crew of 45 sapients plus as many drones as they could produce on the local fabs of the Arkasian ships in-system. In addition to spreading out crew, the local commands were directed to acquire new hulls for these crews using ‘any means practical and reasonable, without use of force’. For her, this was reasonably straightforward; she had already contacted the Phoenixi authorities about transferring fabrication capacity currently being used for the Sector Control Ship ARS Alliance to a number of smaller hulls to refit BetaCOM’s force for action. She just had to figure out what she wanted produced, and fast.
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Postby Alexzonya » Wed Sep 08, 2021 9:56 am

“The pen is mightiest when it writes orders for more swords.”
- Maxim 58, from The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries

The Fleet expansion was ready. The schedule was set, the ships selected: 4 classes of ships had been the final selections to comprise the entire so-called “Emergency Generation” of Starfleet vessels. Production slots had been lined up in Sunset, Macisikan, the Phoenix Domain, Hypatia, the Eridani Imperium, among a half-dozen other of the GRA’s new allies; contracts to produce warships, munitions, and even drone crewmen for the Arkasian Starfleet to fight the Static menace, paid for by the largesse of His Serene Majesty of the UIK.

Well, mostly largesse. In fact, the Arkasians had given the Macisikani a chit of sorts. Eventually, a problem of some import would arise that the UIK found too bothersome to resolve; this chit would make such a Macisikani problem an Arkasian problem instead. Otherwise terrifying in its open-endedness, such an offer spoke to a kind of respect that the larger power had for the Arkasians; namely, that the Macisikani would ever trust the Arkasians to actually solve anything of import.

For his part, President Bailess was in no small part uncomfortable with the arrangement; such an open-ended deal gave the Macisikani enormous influence in Arkasia, more than he’d want to give any foreign power. That said… good financing options were few and far between, and as students of recent history they had no intentions of going into debt with the Menelmacari on their own accounts. This chit, at least, Bailess could be sure the nation could repay.

It might not even be in my lifetime, he reminds himself, though somehow that makes him even less easy about the documents he had signed. The Macisikani were immortal; the Arkasians, save for their Phoenixi, ultimately still fated to die eventually. It could be my children’s grandchildren that pay this price. None of this was a sudden realization; Bailess had known before, and in fact had it shouted at him by his Social Affairs Advisor, who had been quite adamant about her position on the matter. But if he wanted his children to live long enough to have grandchildren, such a thing needed to be done.

Even now, with the document signed, the orders would be going to dozens of fabrication sites across the nations of the Martian Forum; new warships for Arkasia, as fast as they could be produced. Meanwhile, at home, the Starfleet was already implementing the Thanatos Protocol, with revisions here and there as formation commanders were inclined. When these new hulls arrived, there would be Arkasians waiting to crew them. Even as the reports from Leos grew ever-grimmer, light had begun to bleed over the horizon. When the Static moved on to Arkasia, the GRA and their allies would be ready for them.


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