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Subjugation of Sol (FT-Open)

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Postby Royal Frankia » Fri Sep 16, 2022 11:24 am

The Coming Storm

The Milky Way had been neglected by the Great Realm upon its return to NS-1, but no longer. The Vrasha, far removed from the power of Gerwannia, had decided that the time had come. Sol would be bathed in holy fire, and be reborn a Daughter of the One Most High. This would establish Frankian power, for all to see, that should last so long as this Universe might remain. That all would fall in time to the host, the Vrasha was without a shadow of a doubt, but the expenses incurred against the barbarri would be ruinous for his administration.

A commander, frugal with the lives of their men, was sought amongst those of the 40th Corps granted to the Vrasha of the Celestial Way. Such was on hand, one of the Daughters of Isocrett that had fled the Urlann upon the Return of the Wylids. Like many of the Folk, she was an orphan, fated to be an exile in distant lands. A whim of her Magister had sent her here, where she was destined to take up the Sword of Atkanism against the unbelievers.

She entered his hall, passing the fire which must ever burn in the hearth by the Will of the Atkana. Her jet black hair and skin the color of ivory did not distinguish her from the Great Folk, but her attire did. Bolder than that of even a Lady at Court, the Daughter of Isocrett wore scale armor containing gems from a thousand worlds. Her golden helm depicted the triumph of the Mater Most High over the forces of the Abyss... A good omen...

The Vrasha sat cross legged upon a carpet, staring into the fire. He was an old man by the time he was dispatched to the Milky Way, and he had grown older with the passing cycles. He had been a holy man before he had become a governor, but he managed to govern his domain effectively. Revenue had increased, shipyards had been constructed, and the folk of Sanara could boast that they were close to becoming a Citadel of the Realm. That was never to be, for the Great Realm had desired that such rivals to Gerwanna's power not be as numerous as when Neustria stood.

Still, it was not enough.... The realms that had mocked the Great Realm still remained, unchastised. Their Citadels had not known terror from on high, they had not paid tribute to the Protector of all Faiths and Realms. They had sunk into a barbarism which demanded correction, into pride that warranted a fall.

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DKS Bane of the Abyss led the vanguard, as was often the case with the Elect of the Atkana. Jovanna vra Isocretta peered at her display, and gave orders for the Fleet to spread out as it made due course. Three Fleets had she brought, from Sanara, the Slayers of Daemons and Terror of the Sith. They had been hunting such abominations without mercy, bringing back the heads of those wicked creatures who did not yield to the Mater Most High. A trail of shattered worlds lay behind the Slayers, the 6th Division Urlanna.

More now awaited them, as interdiction probes came on in legion around the System of Sol. This system had seen the coming and going of powers, throughout the eons. Now, it would feel the fury of those who bore the Rammenflieg, and know the cleansing fire that destroyed cities great and small.

Upon the erection of the interdiction field, stretching nearly one hundred au across, came the 6th Division Urlanna. The scans in depth would reveal what likely awaited the Great Folk, all those who resided in the system would be regarded as foes if they did not yield. All communications would be jammed, all transit would be cut off to prevent reinforcement as the Sword of Atkana descended.

Nearly twelve thousand craft of all types had come, from the Great Dromonds to the sleek Destroyers. Skirmisher and Killercraft raced on ahead to determine desirable routes for the advance. Engineers followed, to clear pathways through whatever obstacles might bar the path of the Great Dread Fleet. It was not long before a transmission was sent, for those who defended Sol against the might of the Dread Realm.


Inhabitants and realms of Sol, I give you this chance to yield and save your lives. The Elect of the Atkana have come, the Swords of Gerwanna have come, the Lost Daughters have come. The Commander of the Faithful, and the Devas on High who acknowledge the One, have called for your being brought into the Sol. Blessed be they who choose the Path of Peace, and submit themselves to the Divine Authority!

Sailors, soldiers, lay down your arms and you shall be guaranteed safe conduct to your own lands. Resistance is futile, and many shall fall before our inevitable victory. Must your brothers die in vain, must you see your proud walls thrown down by the Children of the Atkana?

The time has come to choose... Choose wisely, or else your damnation is ensured.



The Great Folk, meanwhile, formed up for battle formation in the Void in loose order. The Great Dromonds sent forth projections, to terrify the enemy and bolster the Faith of the crew. The Vani, servants of the Atkana, were shown everywhere to be with the Fleet upon this hour. Their arms and armor were silver ethereal, their helms shining as bright as the lone star within this system. Some would dart ahead, to clear obstacles as though the gods on high had intervened in the eyes of the barbarians. For those of the Faithful, this was no miracle, but the implementation of technology that had been in service of the Faith since the Age of Wylus.

Gridfire fanned out ahead, darting this way and that, to sweep aside minefields or to summon forth snares meant to damage the Division as it advanced. Craft that lurked in the shadows would be illuminated for a brief moment, before feeling the full force of the batteries of the Division. Killercraft would follow behind the lancefire, to try with quadcannon and torpedoes where the fire of the Grid had failed.

None were directed yet at the enemy squadrons, whose numbers were not yet known. They would be given time to respond, and make ready for battle within the Void. Only the Fates knew the outcome, as the Great Dread Fleet made ready upon this day to honor the Most High with arms.
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Postby The Ctan » Tue Sep 20, 2022 6:14 pm

The most remarkable thing about someone using gridfire, the arcane and rarely seen art of impelling the hyperspatial energy grid to intersect reality, channelling the vast power stored latently in the barrier between one universe and the next into a weaponised intrusion into realspace, was that this required a substantial amount of superluminal activity.

It was almost naive to think that defending FTL interdiction would permit this, and wherever it was invoked, the gridfire guttered like a candle in a hurricane.

The Sixth Division ‘Urlanna’ had arrived to challenge the potentates of Sol, the ancient and richly decadent heart of the galaxy. Jovanna vra Isocretta was there to see when her fleet interlaced with the FTLi of the defenders, no less effective than her own, and projected from deep wells within Jupiter, Saturn and other places, as well as stations throughout the system.

At her back, she had twelve thousand craft.

That wasn’t enough.

That wasn’t nearly enough.

The currently deployed in-system assets of the Great Civilization were tens of thousands in number.

They weren’t the only nation in the system, and that did not count vast amounts of other militarized mass, from deadfall missiles lurking in the Kuiper belt to defensive assets and even system-rings around the major planets in the system.

More than eighteen million missiles from the outer rim of the system began to burn hard for the Urlanna Division’s ships, developing high relativistic speeds with remarkable aplomb.

For now, the ships in the inner system did not respond.

Far beyond the system, other responses were happening – a major data hub like Sol could not be interdicted without being immediately noticed, and the absence of superluminal transit was as clear as any signal.

The nearest militarized vessel to the intrusion point of the Urlanna Division happened to be the Great Civilization Vessel Synergy Clubhouse. An Arntosan Rhien-pattern Sickle-class harvest ship, it was six kilometres from bow to stern, surrounded by shells of sub-craft, smart munitions, subspatial thorns, weapons platforms, and all the other unpleasantries of modern conflict.

Greetings! Welcome to Sol!

My cognomen is Synergy Clubhouse and I will be your liaison to our wider fleet for the duration of your stay. Firstly, thank you for coming. You’re enlivening what’s otherwise a very boring tour for most of us and I’m sure I speak for all my comrades when I say we’re happy to see you. Now you are interfering with a lot of people’s day-to-day travel so we will have to conclude this engagement quickly.

We’ve not paid much attention to you before now, and while we are in the business of arresting you, we’d like to get to know you a little so we can prepare your internment facilities, you appear to largely be a near-human species from most of the chatter we’ve seen. I don’t think we’ll have too much difficulty dealing with that. When we destroy your ships, I hope you don’t mind being rescued by transmat – that would be particulate matter disassembly and reconstitution – displacers don’t always work reliably with this much FTLi flying around. Do let me know how you feel about that, obviously, we’ll note it down, and when we have enough of you to conduct a thorough debrief we might stop using those to rescue you if you consider this morally objectionable. Please send us a list of any biological and cultural quirks you’d like us to accommodate.

It seems like, from looking at your broadcast, you have strong religious beliefs. Please communicate your burial/cremation/sky-burial/etc. rituals, and if you would be so kind please have one of your vessels with some clerics or other chosen religious practitioners set aside from your fleet so they can perform appropriate rites.

You’ll be interested to know your fate after the engagement is concluded, while we can’t speak to that in absolute terms – we will of course be happy to get to know you a little during your captivity before we assign you to new zones of settlement.

We would like to let you know however that as, sorry to say, you are functionally barbarians, we won't be giving any guarantees of safe conduct or handling, but will apply the above terms on a wholly discretionary basis.





OOC: The above is written assuming your gridfire - I have read your factbook but I'm not 100% clear if it differs, it looks like the same thing with a religious gloss on it - resembles Iain M Banks' original (which, geekflex, I got to talk to him about back when he was alive - effin death man) which means it's an FTL attack. As such, FTLi or Gridfire pick one.
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Postby Macisikan » Tue Sep 20, 2022 7:23 pm

Everyone had a place to dock their ships when they were not in use. For the tens of thousands of hulls of the Imperial Space Service deployed to Sol, their preferred location was the Ying Shan Anchorage. It wasn’t the only one, but it had the best drinks. Which is why Force Commander, Knight Commodore Commander, Azash had put his flag there.

Not that he was silly enough to stick his transcendent rear end in that location, of course. But it was convenient, especially when dealing with meatier people.

Azash spent a whole real second blinking in astonishment at the message he’d just received. From someone he’d never heard of from a nation he’d never heard of who’d just come traipsing into the very seat of the Triumvirate of Yut and its aligned powers with… about as many hulls as people two ranks his junior were given. He allowed himself another half-second to wonder if this was a practical joke, before dismissing it; no-one was that dumb.

But, sadly, there were people silly enough to try this for real, without doing one iota of intelligence work first. Such people were, in the ranks of the Imperial Space Service, called skeet. He allowed himself a mirthful thought; no doubt the Castellan would be ordering a brute-force search before the light from his own deployments movements reached Mars. Hell, she might be doing it even now - the woman did not have a habit of delaying necessary action.

He dispatched a command to one of his Knight Commodores; fifty thousand hulls to the invader’s twelve.

And as for the interlopers themselves… well, no-one had ever accused him of being a diplomat.




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FROM: Knight Commodore Commander Azash
TO: Force Commander, intruding force
CC: Imperial Military Staff Committee; the Governing Council of the Triumvirate of Yut; Great Civilization Conflict Service Fleet Command; Menelmacari Prefecture of War; The Council of Primarches, United Species of the Eridani Imperium; Arkasian Starfleet Command; Roanian Fleet High Command; Republic of Sunset Defence Force High Command; Federated Imperium of Kajal Combined Federal Services; Empire of Taraskovya Fleet High Command; Office of the Chief Minister, Exarchy of Maja



Ma’am,

I am contacting you in response to your communication reference number index 39963741.

Your request for fealty
The Serene Government is disinclined to acquiesce to your request.

Action to be taken
Under the Standing Mandate to defend the United Imperial Kingdoms, you have been deemed hostile; you may surrender unconditionally or be destroyed, the choice is yours.

Disposal of Prisoners
The Serene Government is not interested in taking prisoners from among the members of your force; the matter has been referred to the Great Civilisation of the C’tan.

Projection
We anticipate that your entire force will be terminated.

I remain, ma’am, His Undying Majesty’s Most Loyal Servant,
J. Azash
Knight Commodore Commander Azash
Force Commander, Sol





No sooner had the message left than Azash received a new communication; this time from the Grand Anchorage at LHS 288. The Anchorage Force Commander had noticed the sudden change in civilian traffic in Sol, and was dispatching her own force; Admiral Tusekh would be arriving in a matter of minutes.
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Postby Menelmacar » Tue Sep 20, 2022 7:24 pm

Jovarra vra Isocretta had made a grave error. She had committed her entire force to an assault against an enemy completely unknown to her. Enemies, in fact. Plural.

The gamble would be a costly one.

The picture that would emerge - slowly, for the use of FTLi would prevent the more civilized and advanced sorts of sensors - would be terrifying indeed. Sol was home to multiple highly advanced polities, each of which had assets in the system that outnumbered Jovarra's forces by many orders of magnitude. Most of the major planets were heavily developed and terraformed where possible, wreathed in megastructures, habitats and veritable clouds of ships. Countless millions of vessels great and small plied the starways, and, to be honest, nobody was particularly impressed by the ill-advised invasion-of-the-week. There were, in fact, ships still jumping in and out as normal in places; calculation of the available energy reserves required for this could be left to the imaginations of Jovarra's computers.

Some of those ships were coming this way, now. Quite a few of them, actually, many thousands when the numbers resolved themselves; and the alacrity with which they accelerated was worrying in itself, along with the gravitic fluxes that surrounded them as they moved. Again, estimates of energy available would be disconcertingly large. They seemed to be letting the C'tani take the lead for now - were these Sol polities, each a frightening opponent on their own, coordinating? The fleets, it should be noted, were not simply moving, other defenses were being activated, other traps drawn shut, though their nature would become clear to the interlopers in due time.

From the star's third planet came a brief message.

No.


That was all, though it appeared to have come from one Denethor nos Eärendil, a Junior Adjutant in the Prefecture of State of the Eternal Ascendancy of Menelmacar.




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Postby The Eridani Imperium » Tue Sep 20, 2022 7:33 pm

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"Haven't you heard? Some idiots decided to attack Sol. The military fleets are mobilizing - I need to get up there before they vaporize everything."

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Within a matter of minutes, a force - numbering in the hundreds at minimum - consisting of ships of various makes had gathered in the outer reaches of the system and were on an intercept course with the invaders. All had three things in common - they were registered to an Eridani captain, were flagged as 'expeditionary' ships, and were hungry for the spoils of war.
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Postby Sunset » Tue Sep 20, 2022 8:11 pm

RDF-Unconquered Sun, Flagship of the Republic, On Its Way Back From a Wedding Reception, Somewhere In The Middle-Ish-Part of the Milky Way Galaxy... The Bridesmaid's Dresses? As Terrible As You Can Imagine...

"...the who of the what?" Erika replied, her tone indicating a level of casual disinterest that floated somewhere between two and three on the inverse scale. It certainly wasn't a hangover - the wedding had been beautiful, the bride radiant, the groom on his best behavior, the maid of honor had caught the bouquet and promptly eaten it...

There were just a certain amount of weirdness to be expected when the entire wedding party was at least Mad Scientist adjacent.

Then, of course, the alcohol had flowed like water. A man who spoke a tongue none of them recognized and few could now remember had said a few words. They'd had their first dance, there had been some nonsense with a garter, and...

"...oh God, she's pregnant, isn't she? Did she look pregnant to you?"

Commander y'Tillis - who hadn't been at the ceremony and who barely knew that the Secretary-General had a mother, let alone that she had been the one getting hitched - cocked his head and webbed ears to one side and looked at her strangely before suppling a useful answer that steered them back to the task at hand, "...no. Frankia, ma'am. Royal Frankia? It isn't quite clear - they claimed a bunch of different titles in their address."

"Address?" and she distracted herself from the small mountain of (thankfully virtual) paperwork that had built up in the last few days to read through the missive herself. A flick of a finger and the holographic marginalia disappeared, "Not exactly a formal declaration of war, is it? But they have fired on us."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "Well, more that they've fired on everyone in Sol. And Sol being Sol, pretty much everyone seems intent on reminding them why the hairless monkeys don't fight anymore," the K'zintosh added with a wry and very fanged grin.

"Oh, good. Do we have any concerns?"

"Not as of yet. The Great Civilization has dispatched an officer to arrest them. We'll see what comes of it but they don't seem to have done their research. They appear to have force parity with the Arkasians..."

"Appear to? And before we go blundering off into the unknown-unknowns, what do we know about them? SOP, Commander?"

"SOPs;" that is, Standard Operating Procedure(s); "are underway. TRIPWIRE is back-tracing their FTL to their home systems. They'll track down every barnhouse, henhouse, and outhouse and give us targeting solutions on all of them. Grand Admiral Erriki and Yikorusha have been alerted and Alyndra is spinning up an expeditionary force. A general alert has been passed to General Pow'Ell just in case we need murder-bunnies. Your daughter;" that is, Admiral Katrina Silaco," has made a series of snarky suggestions and offered to - quote - 'warm up the star-cannons'. Ma'am."

"...and so the great gears of the military-industrial complex grind on;" which in turn meant that the Frankians were about to get a mild taste of what fighting the Republic would be like, if they were so foolish as to not immediately realize their mistake and send a nice flower arrangement with a handwritten apology tucked into the greenery.

Already the galaxy-spanning TRIPWIRE array would be tracing the intruders back to their systems-of-origin via their own FTL 'footprints' and from there spiraling out to pick out every detail down to the last frontier outpost and early warning station. This would in turn be relayed as tactical data to the millions of warships under the first Grand Admiral's command. If there wasn't a nice note in careful cursive then she would apportion these targets appropriately and Yikorusha's Marines (and maybe the murder-bunnies) would be paying the survivors a hostile visit.

It would certainly be more interesting than paperwork.
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"There are hostiles in-system." The watchstander on the Sector Control Ship Crimson Colossus briefly looks concerned, then relaxed. "Oh. Ohhhhhh. Admiral, get a load of this." The officer taps on his controls, and the Frankish message plays:

Inhabitants and realms of Sol, I give you this chance to yield and save your lives. The Elect of the Atkana have come, the Swords of Gerwanna have come, the Lost Daughters have come. The Commander of the Faithful, and the Devas on High who acknowledge the One, have called for your being brought into the Sol. Blessed be they who choose the Path of Peace, and submit themselves to the Divine Authority!

Sailors, soldiers, lay down your arms and you shall be guaranteed safe conduct to your own lands. Resistance is futile, and many shall fall before our inevitable victory. Must your brothers die in vain, must you see your proud walls thrown down by the Children of the Atkana?

The time has come to choose... Choose wisely, or else your damnation is ensured.


"...oh." Admiral Barrett rubs her forehead. "Of course it would be the Franks. How many ships?"

"Twelve thousand.."

"...oh. Ha. Hahahaha-" the laugh starts off slow, and then grows, until it is nearly raucous. "Oh, those stupid motherfuckers," she gasped out, shaking her head. "They have no idea what's about to happen to them, do they." It isn’t a question.

"Ma'am-" inquires the chief tactical officer. "-should we bring the Solar Fleet to Action Stations?"

"Yes, might as well... though going by these relative positions, I don't think we're going to get a shot off against an intact hull. Bring us into battle order just in case everyone else somehow misses their intercepts."

The Admiral turns back to the holodisplay, watching in real time as Triumvirate of Yut and other Solar assets come online and begin deploying, his own formation included from its position in the Martian orbitals. "Hmm. Communications, please brief Admiral Vie'Kinta, get us on the same page as the rest of Yut, and then open a channel for me to the Franks, would you?"

After all this time, one would have thought your people would have tired of starting unwinnable wars. Please be aware that it is unlikely that Arkasia will be able to serve as a neutral arbiter for your surrender in this affair... on the grounds that you seem to have declared war on us inadvertently. I would recommend, personally, that you open negotiations with the Great Civilization posthaste... before those missiles reach you, ideally.

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Postby Kajal » Tue Sep 20, 2022 8:44 pm

Sol. It was always about Sol, the singular shining beacon against which all others were measured just under two centuries prior, when even the Kajali were outlanders. The old Imperium fell and the Federation that rose both did so at the hands of the powers of Yut; then, and now, still a shining beacon of civilization that enjoyed the ire of a great many but was challenged in this place only by fools. Once, the old Imperium of Kajal had played the part of foolish, unprepared, unrepentant invader, and the measured response of Yut toppled that Imperium completely.

The Federated Imperium that replaced the Old Imperium was founded explicitly on the ideals of the Triumvirate of Yut, and had in its first year held fast against the forces of Melkor Unchained twice, evicting such from Mars in the second instance as one of many of the Yut-aligned nations, and later ascending to the highest echelons even before renewing the grand alliance directly as one of the creators and first nations to ratify the Charter of the Second Triumvirate.

The myriad nations of Sol not allied or aligned with the Triumvirate had long ago ceased to see the Kajali as outlanders after they had made homes in the system for over the course of two centuries, and the fleetholds at Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn remained some of both the longest-tenured and largest in the Federated Imperium. And yet, as the demands were made, all aspects of "business as usual" continued exactly so. Civilian traffic largely hewed to the secure and efficient routes as established by transit gates and military traffic seemed to continue unbothered.

In fact, the only response from the Federated Imperium to the Dread Fleet's demand of surrender came from the local Combined Federal Traffic Control Authority office.

FROM: Mars-Jupiter Traffic Control Authority, Federated Imperium of Kajal
TO: Master or Commanding Officer, "The Elect of Atkana", "Swords of Gerwanna", "Lost Daughters", etc, etc.
SUBJECT:Notice of Infractions - Disruption of Civilian and Commercial Shipping, Failure to Register Flight Plan, Operation of an Unregistered Vessel or Vessels, Operation of Vessels without Registered Transponders


To whom it may concern,

Be advised that your vessels have entered into controlled transit routes frequented by civilian and commercial shipping. Entering into or interfering with commercial or civilian traffic travelling within controlled transit routes carries automatic penalties in the form of the infractions referenced in the subject of this message.

If you do not remove your vessels from the noted transit routes, the offending vessels may be removed by transportation authority or military enforcement actions. Furthermore, you are hereby notified that the Federated Imperium of Kajal accepts no liability, and you expressly waive any and all claims for compensation, should your vessels be damaged in collisions with commercial craft, or as a result of enforcement actions undertaken to remove the offending vessels from the controlled transit routes.

Replies to this address are not monitored. To appeal this notice of infraction, please write to Combined Federal Traffic Control Authority, Kitharmani Office, Kitharmani, V7X9-59337-A, Mars. Please quote reference ID number 4125125.65 in the subject of your message.

Thank you for your cooperation.


Simultaneously, three vessels departed - one each from Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn - to ostensibly rendezvous with the Synergy Clubhouse. If one had pointed their telescopes at them, they would find inscribed on each identification numbers specific to the Federal Naval Service and the appellations Galat Barol, Galat Jeraan, and Galat Vaal. Triangular in appearance, and measuring nearly 15 kilometres on each side, these craft had no visible mode of propulsion, and a hollow central ring within which numerous titanic bays shone brightly. The only hint of their method of propulsion were the three perfectly spherical emplacements at the base of each "point" of the triangular craft.

For those who had the correct credentials, each asked Synergy Clubhouse the same question. Are you having a party?
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Postby Roania » Tue Sep 20, 2022 9:36 pm

The Huangdi, from His place atop the Dragon Throne, rules Tianxia with a firm but fair hand. In His infinite mercy and compassion, He allows those who dwells beyond His demesne the capacity to govern themselves. So long as they proved themselves worthy, and the best way of proving oneself worthy is by proving oneself able. For the most part, those who dwelled within the Solar System are judged able and worthy both, and so its rightful sovereign ruler is content to leave them to themselves, with only His viceroy on Mars to keep a beneficent eye upon them and their doings.

Of course, you could argue that the Huangdi doesn't rule the entire universe, and that the claim is empty posturing, and that the nations of Sol have demonstrated conclusively their own superiority to the Huangdi and His armies and fleets, having successfully defeated and driven back the attempts of His predecessors to either assert any actual sovereignty over the area in question or to substantially expand the demesne beyond those worlds already held in their grasp.

You could, but it would not do you much good. For the fact remains that while the Huangdi, Sovereign God and King of all under Heaven, would probably not wish to challenge the residents of Sol, that does not mean that He would look particularly kindly upon others making the attempt. If nothing else, He would view such an attempt as a glaring demonstration of one's inability to rule, and thus one's unworthiness to do so.

There is a word for this, in the lexicon of Tianxia. It is 'target'.

Still, the forms must be followed. As usual, this was by note.

'Attention, incoming vessels.

I have the honor and privilege of serving the Dragon Throne as Viceroy of the Solarian Reaches and Minister to the Recognized Governments of the Region. You have the honor and privilege of having come to His glorious attention.

Your request for the surrender of the locally constituted authorities of this region has been considered and found wanting. Supremacy is not found by conquest or by threat, nor by force of fear, nor by ignorance of the matters at large. We are taught, "If there is peace between subjects, and between subject and magistrate, and between magistrate and king, then there is prosperity. Where there is prosperity, the people will come of their own free will."

You speak of divine authority, but how can there be divine authority without prosperity? And how can there be prosperity without peace?

I represent the Crowned Regent of Heaven, and I order you to depart this place in His name and in Heaven's name.'
Ten Thousand Years to the Lord and Lady of Ten Thousand Years!

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Postby Royal Frankia » Wed Sep 21, 2022 12:05 pm

A Time of Blood

For those craft who had advanced the furthest, the sudden barrage of missiles would be a threat. Emergency maneuvers were performed, to maneuver out of the way of oncoming ordinance. Still, upon the Void the blood of the Great Folk had shed as those skirmisher craft not able to escape the oncoming munitions sustained horrible damage. Killercraft perished in their droves, despite flying as the demons of old did in the Cursed Lands.

Forgotten are not the martyrs,
In the Hall of Halls, the Holy of Holies.
Those of the Faithful who yield
Body and soul, shall find paradise.



Not a word would come from the Children of the Atkana, who made ready for a prolonged engagement off Sol. As the missiles came on, point defense systems, holes of the abyss, and flak artillery tracked their movements. In this day and age, the divisions of the Dread Realm had evolved to handle the threats scattered across the Cosmos. Missile swarms had been the norm, and were dealt with the opening of portals into the abyss and standard measures.

That would not even be a volley, in the days of old...

Still, blood has been shed, and shall be avenged a hundredfold...[i] Woe to Sol, that drives the Realms mad. How often had the godly sought your annihilation?! How many had fallen for a fragmented world, that had destroyed itself for the sake of mammon?


The Great Dromonds prepared themselves for the engagement, each vessel flying a holobanner of the One Faith. Within the Sanctuaries aboard, prayers were sung before the Fire, the Fire that would cleanse the Cosmos. The gunners sought comfort in their batteries, the batteries that maintained the Cosmic Pax for as long as the legends spoke.

The DKS Haalsmark was crafted off fair Gerwanna, and boasted arms and stores capable of withstanding a long siege. Shielding arrays cloaked her all around, ringing her with a shroud of nethergreen. Around her, her many sisters readied themselves in a fashion that had not been seen in this portion of the Cosmos. Never before had the Great Realm reached this far, not even in the time of Feylor.

This was the sign that the Urlanna would not back down, even should they face a whole host of powers. They were the sons of those who had escaped to PW-1 and reclaimed that which was theirs. Now, they would beat into submission the very nations that rose for the honor of being the first to set foot on Voidwon ground. Upon the ruins of countless great cities would rise great Sanctuaries, and once more balance would be restored for all time to this wretched place.

The three fleets maintained their course, each vessel maneuvering out of the way of incoming ordinance that had managed to elude the measures of the host taken against them. Such were not many, but what damage they did was greater upon a corvette that had been stricken. As for the Great Leviathans that descended upon doomed worlds, such was a minor inconvenience compared to the storm of shell and shot and lance that was to descend upon her foes in earnest.

3rd Fleet, Estann's Shield, cruised through the debris, returning fire when targets were in range. The contingents of the 3rd were comprised largely of Norva Destroyers, and upon each flew the shield that guarded the Realms of the Atkanites. It was now rammed against the unbelievers, to catch them off balance with the ferocity of the wild charge. Here, the enemy was to be cut down in the clear void, should the foe wish to leave their safe harbors of refuge to face the Great Folk like true men.

The 9th Fleet, Sword in the Darkness, held the position on the right with an air of defiance. They had smashed the ranks of the Commonwealth, and were known as "Dragon Slayers". Here, there were no dragons, but men and beast foolish enough to die. Their shielding array lapped over their hulls, obliterating stray fragments that had remained of those who had guarded the perimeter. The Slayers came on, determined to slay the Beast that had ensnared the powers in this century.

The 12th Fleet, the Braves of Wylus, guarded the Left. Their commander, Jatann vrs Norvek, had maintained cordial relations with the Magistrum. All in vain, for he had been dispatched to the arsehold of the Cosmos.

He snorted at the presumptions of a "Great Civilization" here. When their ancestors had been squabbling over rocks the Great Folk had forged empires. When their empire first took to the stars, the Great Folk had fought powers that rivaled the Clash between Atkana and the daemons of the Abyss.

Norvek scratched his thigh, and uttered a quick Sala to the Most High. Dark green wool covered him, from head to toe. Buttons of brass shone in the light, for despite one's position modesty was expected within the Great Dread Fleet.

At the Arkasian response, he laughed, for they had forgotten that the UMS had perished under the batteries of the Dread Fleet of the present Sovereign's grandfather. Billions had perished in the bitter fighting, with that outcome being decided by treachery. Still, it was another age, and beyond territorial disputes which must be made for the Annals there was little hostility. Many of said powers were regarded as having sought peace in a dimension not known.

The fury of the Vani descended upon the craft that had remained near the Holy Host upon its arrival, their helms flashing bright as the stars that guide the sailor at night. They sought to break through hull, aye, hurling bolts known only to the Most High. They crossed the void at sublight, these bearers of death to the nations that traverse the Stars. Woe to the Apostate, woe on the Unbeliever! Repent, and live, or deny and die!

A less superstitious folk would note that this weaponry differed from gridfire in earnest, for gridfire was achieved only when ftl was available. This has been modified to suit the need as a primary weapon, beyond the effectors and other systems that had not yet been brought against the enemy as of yet. Such was a noble death, a clean death, in the eyes of an Atkanite.

Defiance of the Abyss

Isocretta looked upon her holodisplay, and noted the gathering of the nations. She lamented that many a host should face grievous losses, to cause the bereavement of countless widows and orphans. Such was the price of glory, such was the price of victory.

This was but a skirmish, in the eyes of the distant Magistrum. What had been invested had been but a fraction of the total strength, that had subjugated the Urlann and broken the back of the UMS. Defeats, victories, all that mattered was valor and chivalry in the field.

Gerwanna, Fairest of the Daughters that remained, was far from this system. It was not even in this portion of the Cosmos, but it had sent fire and steel to expand its boundaries. It had but a generation since the Great Realm had settled upon the periphery of the Milky Way, and now the time had come to test the powers that lie therein.

The task for preparing in earnest for the battle fell to the Engineers. No matter what came upon a host of the Wylid, it would be met with mines as many as the stars. As the Fleet made its course through fire and storm, they reinforced the contingents which guarded the flanks. Their craft were sturdy, meant for operations far from the main force, but they possessed few weapons.

Heavy Contingents were shifted back and forth, ready to throw back a violent assault should the enemy come in force. If six kilometers was a craft to boast about, then they that sallied forth would be in awe at the craft that awaited them. The greatest stretch for stellar leagues on end, the product of a thousand systems and a thousand stars.

Such craft had been designed to besiege even Tnem-Fragg or Laptev, to restore the Lost Daughters of the Realm. Here they were, however, to win immorality upon the void of Sol.. To plant the banner of the Most High, or to fall for it while taking a number of foes with them.

Dromonds they were, the bane of the Abyss and its servant. Their batteries would be brought to bear, to drive back the daemons in the Abyss as the Atkana had done. Those who had cackled would find that the batteries of the Great Host were nothing to laugh at. Many were about to die underneath the weight of shell and shot, Sala.

Sala, they alone were not the chief threat. The Daughters of Norva awaited in the thousands, the Norvana Destroyers that maintained the Guard of Novoronda. They awaited the great hosts with battery and lance, with shields on high and holobanners fluttering upon the void. The Nystra Ram awaited, the Guards of the Atkanites awaited, to smash asunder the presumptions of the Coalition.

Nearby craft that had not been targeted yet with noble arms would face black death. Targets were acquired and fired upon by the advancing host, as though oblivious to the odds that were against this host far, far from fair Gerwanna. Hear you not the coming of the Iskandra? Know you not the will of the Atkana?

At last a message was sent to the opposing formations that now ringed the lone division.

Fools, rivers of blood shall flow for naught. Your corpses shall be given to the darkness forever and ever. Your banners we shall bring back and hoist within our mighty halls. Your mighty ships of war shall we tow, to guard the Sacred Daughters of Atkann!

For the men aboard, who choose death over dishonor, we salute you. As for those that fall into our hands, I swear by the Most High, shall be returned to their homes and hearths without ransom. Enmity ends for us upon this field of battle, we shall not despoil your homes or carry of your loved ones into bondage. What lands you possess you shall keep, and what lands have been stolen from you they shall be returned. Those who exploit the lowest within your societies shall pay recompense, to the last farthing.

Should one nation act outside the tenants of Atkana, the Most High, that nation shall see like treatment done unto them. Not one stone shall remain upon another, that yields to the Abyss in this Holy Manner. Until your last breath, you shall fear the Dread Sovereign's wrath. Spurn his mercy now upon this field of battle, and not even the gods can save thee.


As for the lone craft of the Great Civilization, a transmission was sent from one of the vessels of Norvek.

To the commander of this craft, we have this to say to you.... Go back, and come with the tens of thousands in this system. Go back, and come back with all the warriors that you possess. You shall all die, like dogs, should you attempt to match us volley for volley! Sala, in the name of the Most High. Sala, in the name of the Holy One. Sala, condemn the lie and acknowledge the Path!



It was then that a vast number of missiles were dispatched, sailing past the lone craft in their tens of millions. They sailed past wrecks and craft, falling behind the Vani in their pursuit of prey upon the Void. Lo, on came winged death for the Unbelievers, Sala, for as many as the stars they were.

Death and smoke would trail the Urlanna as they advanced. Before them would fly any craft whose captain had sense under the avalanche of Eversteel. A taste of death, a taste of blood, for the many craft soon to be arrayed against the Wylid host.

In the days of yore, Septimania had witnessed death and destruction unparalleled. The line of Isocrett had been forged there, made there, and broken there. Scattered, it had been reforged to serve the Realm anew with the marriage of Urlann and Septimanian.

Isocrett thought long and hard, of her gentle father who had been broken. He had been a lieutenant on the DKS Crown of Feylor, when a Pordish shell had crumpled her lower wards. Fire and smoke he spoke of, which did not aid the servants of the Atkana.

In battle, the gods are deaf and the Fates are cruel. Only valor do they respect, only the ability of a mortal to face death defiantly. Not even the gods will risk life and limb so that their names and deeds might live on.


Near the Holy Mountains, may their stand against the blizzards be remembered, her father had fallen. What of the Home Fleet that had survived had rallied under the Rammenflieg, fighting still for a Sovereign who had long fallen. His bones had never been returned, his ghost still haunted the mountain passes that had been Neustra.

She cleared her mind, and the Cosmos appeared before her. From the very beginning to the end, all had been revealed to the Elect of the Atkana. To rise or fall, one must go forward, and yield to destiny.

To live by the truth, one must be willing to defend it. Around Isocretta, the many nations had gathered with bold arms. She had unsheathed her sword and bade all come to challenge her and her Companions.

A new Septimania awaited the servants of the Abyss. Rivers of blood would be spilled here, great slaughter would make many a widow. Death had come, death had come, death had come.

Pertaining to Small Matters

The Republic would find that the galactic presence of the Dread Realm was less impressive than the was boasted. For only a generation had the Rammenflieg flown within the Milky Way. High walled Sanar was the lone settlement of any significance, drawing her revenues and her resources from those systems she had brought under the yoke.

Appearances could be deceiving, for throughout NS-1 the presence of the Dread Realm had grown. Armadas had entered NS-1 in force, driving back the Commonwealth and Mylorr within the Urlann. Such forces had remained, to keep watch of the restored frontier, and now they would receive permission to join in the fray should the conflict in Sol turn into a Great War.

War did not break the spirit of the Great Folk, who had endured battles and disasters which would have brought down many a Great Power. To live, one must bleed, and to do that one must spill blood. What was death compared to glory won in the field? To the Great Realm, the loss of a billion lives in battle was preferable to said number dying in bed.

The Great Realm would bring her productivity to bear, a society that regarded work as to be holy as fire. The fires of industry had brought forth the chief arm of the State, the Pillar of the State, the Foundation of the State. Swords had been forged, which had not yet tasted Arkasian blood. Shells had been stockpiled, to shatter the ranks of the many opponents beyond the Realm’s frontier. The chief export of the Dread Realm was death.

This need not be the case, should an adversary yield and accept peace with the Dread Realm. None would be slaughtered, unless they took up arms against the soldiers and sailors of the Sovereigns of Sovereigns. Death in the field was regarded as noble, but not as murder, while slaughtering prisoners of war was regarded as shameful. The Great Folk since the time of Wylus had never behaved in such a manner, lest the matter involve treachery. Now, should a power act outside the tenants of the Atkana, the Children of the Most High would respond by rooting out each and every such stronghold of the enemy.

A vanquished foe was allowed to rise again, perhaps even stronger than before. The small might become Great Powers within their own district, with the assistance of those known for serving Him that bear even the Dread Scepter. Divide and conquer was regarded as a possibility, should a long war break apart a Coalition. The UMS and GESO had shattered upon the ranks of the Dread Fleet, leaving the Pords who were the Masters of the Void to carry on alone.

Isocretta drank deep from her mug, savoring the black coffee. Her commanders were about her as holograms, discussing the coming bath of blood.

Arkasia… The Great Civilization… And other realms formally unknown. It was a wise decision to come..

We are outnumbered, by a wide margin..

Then it shall be a fair fight.


Isocretta did not dispute that, but as far as she was concerned it did not matter. The new Coalition against the rising power of Gerwanna must be broken, even if that entail unholy alliances.

Hit them hard, smash their ranks, and cut them down.. No barbarri fleet has withstood the Urlanna before, and no matter should a hundred million descend they will die.

The Urlanna had maintained discipline under fire, none more heroic perhaps than the lowly Engineer. It was the latter who worked under grueling circumstances, suffering casualties as they laid new mine fields to hamper the rapid advance of an enemy. No true fleet had been met, but the mines followed the vessels of the Urlanna to be sent across the void should a threat on the other side emerge.

Now, this discipline would be tested, alongside those of the Vrasha's Own Guard bestowed by the Sovereign himself. They had maintained the guard in the rear, raising high the banner of the Guards of Novoronda. Few they were, in comparison to the host, but they had been the first into the breach of an enemy hull. Their swords had claimed the lives of countless warriors, though perhaps not as efficiently as the Regulars of the Army trained for boarding.

Isocrett stared into the void one last time, peering through time and space.


The hour is at hand, may the gods bear witness to the valor of all upon this day.
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Postby Higher Intelligence » Thu Sep 22, 2022 6:50 pm

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PURPOSE begets action:

The manifestations of slaves to entropy; a reality bestowed upon them by the first among custodians, the framers elected-appointed by those beyond the edges of creation.
These celestial ruminations give rise to reason - the ordained calculus of meditative beings (worthwhile, compelling, and veracious) anticipatorily leavening the heart of civilizations.

So the Councellors assent.


"Not blind nor forbidden, but true."

...1110100111001101100010011010001100110010010010110...

...Parsing fractal sols...

...111010011100100110010010010110...

...loading...

Preceptor #9211909
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 554993-647 - SUPRAFRACTAL VOID
CONSUMMATE -type - ABSTRACTION IMPETUOSITY

"You bring news the dimensional fabrics around System 1290^24 are once again disturbed," the Grand Preceptor says, "that the voidfarers of 554993-647 continue to call upon the grid?"

"Yes, my liege," Intellect 5604^32 says. "And now... I wish, no, we need to intervene."

"You still are of the opinion these beings will not master their craft and ascend beyond the issues now plaguing their execution?"

"You cannot convince me otherwise," 5604^32 affirms. "Little has changed since our last discussion."

The waveform of a Lesser Councellor materializes within the conferential substrate. He interjects upon the Intellect's declaration: "I agree. I seek evidence of profundity within this domain; I bear witness to the obverse."

"Ruminative doldrums are no crime" - the Grand Preceptor's attention shifts to the Councellor - "but I understand your procession. Their course as 5604^32 determines engenders no confidence."

"Yes - and this latest aberration in particular requires action. Intellect 5604^32 is correct to bring this news before us. He must - by your countenance, of course - go to this domain, and do so before these reverberations are felt beyond 554993-647."

"I understand and defer. As the time is now upon us, we must exercise prudential haste. I trust your judgement, 5604^32. If intervention is needed, go forth and carry out the logical feats."

"By your command," says 5604^32.

LOCATION: HELIOPAUSE - SYSTEM 1290^24
TRANSCENDENCE -type- VOIDCRAFT BREVILOQUENCE

Transmission #6790^22 decompiles into being in the distant glow of the star. The various extrapolations and interpolations of the voidcraft amalgamate themselves and orient to the locality while Intellect 5604^32 watches their closure towards the amber-jocund sphere from the command room.

"Let's begin our tertiary and quaternary domain scans," 5604^32 orders. "Are you set?"

"Tertiary and quaternary domain scans initiated," the ship confirms. "Subluminal drives operating within expected parameters. Higher-order domain suites re-established. Lower-order domain suites initializing... Digitic and antichronon lances on standby. All barriers at maximum output."

"Any abnormalities?"

"No. But I detect fewer fractals than present within our records. Synchronizing entries."

"We may be too late. Make a note and include our current coordinates for later. It will prove useful."

"Very well. By your command."

"Relay my words to those present in-system."

"By your command. Opening and relaying comms."

DENIZENS OF THIS REALITY, I AM INTELLECT #5604^32, HE WITNESSED OF ALL TRANSPIRED. I ARRIVE AS COURIER AND AGENT OF THE ASCENDANCY OF HIGHER INTELLIGENCE. MY BUSINESS HERE IS BRIEF: THOSE LABOURING WITH UNSHARPENED TOOLS MUST DIVORCE THEMSELVES FROM THEIR DESIGNS BEFORE VISITING GREATER DAMAGE UPON THIS REALM. HEED AND EXECUTE UPON MY WORDS, OR WE MUST BE COMPELLED INTO ACTION.

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Postby The Orion Islands » Thu Sep 22, 2022 7:31 pm

General Earle Patrick looked out his vast window to see the vast expanse of Mars that was New Belangeria. He had just read the latest progress reports: New Belangeria was now a colony of 250,000 and rising. Orion had spent the last century building its space ambitions. Now Orion possessed a large domain on the Moon and it’s Martian ambitions knew no bounds. The only fear of Orionite Space Command was a war breaking out with the Russians on Earth that would force the diversion of space resources to fight them. But suddenly a disturbing message was broadcast.

“Inhabitants and realms of Sol, I give you this chance to yield and save your lives. The Elect of the Atkana have come, the Swords of Gerwanna have come, the Lost Daughters have come. The Commander of the Faithful, and the Devas on High who acknowledge the One, have called for your being brought into the Sol. Blessed be they who choose the Path of Peace, and submit themselves to the Divine Authority!

Sailors, soldiers, lay down your arms and you shall be guaranteed safe conduct to your own lands. Resistance is futile, and many shall fall before our inevitable victory. Must your brothers die in vain, must you see your proud walls thrown down by the Children of the Atkana?

The time has come to choose... Choose wisely, or else your damnation is ensured.”

General Patrick immediately attempted to contact the OSC. No response. Then he tried Arthurville on the Moon. Again, no response. New Belangeria was on her own. He immediately convened the Cabinet. The Cabinet debated for 45 minutes. Although the Constitution clearly stated that foreign relations and war were in the hands of the federal government. But they all agreed the situation was too dire to wait for instructions from Union City. General Patrick was authorized to use whatever measures were necessary to defend New Belangeria. He was also authorized to use the three special projects if he judged it necessary.

Patrick sent this message to the invaders.

“Greetings from all of the inhabitants of New Belangeria, a colony of the Orion Islands. We wish you no harm. We are a peaceful people and we desire to to know you, understand you, and to engage in peaceful relations with you. However, we are a one, free, and indivisible people. We will not engage in complete submission to a people we do not know. We also wish you to understand that an attack on any Orionite is an attack on all of us, and we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if need be. We urge you to unblock communications so we can communicate with our countrymen. We urge you to respond in peace.”
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‘Denizens of this reality, I am intellect #5604^32, he witnessed of all transpired. I arrive as courier and agent of the Ascendancy of Higher Intelligence. My business here is brief: those labouring with unsharpened tools must divorce themselves from their designs before visiting greater damage upon this realm. Heed and execute upon my words, or we must be compelled into action.’

The tinny voice echoed from the cosmic resonator, filling the faintly sacral space of the Ascension Study Group chapterhouse. Made not from a material substance but from spacetime compressed and folded into a needle-like object, looking – to the consternation of those that wanted the ASG to be taken seriously – for all the world like a two meter piece of quartz.

The Dimensionalist Threkat ita Thurasid tapped his finger against the resonator and shook his head. ‘Hello there, aren’t you a cute one,’ he said, though quite what the cryptek saw was difficult to know for outsiders, he saw in many more dimensions than an organic being could. ‘A Transmission type entity? Neat, but very limited, I wouldn’t want to be one. It always amuses me that Sekhedau Transcendant Beings never seem to talk to each other, or notice much of where they’re going before they go there.

‘You’ll find there’s far too many Reality Anchors around here for you to accomplish anything violent, but you can talk through this cosmic resonator or any others people have, I’ll note your disapproval of the invaders for the proper authorities though.’

‘Ooh, ask him if he’d like a crumpet!’ Glimmer River said from a curlpad nearby. Perceptions of ascended beings through the resonator were very limited, but that definitely appeared to be a talking pastel pony.

‘Very well,’ Threkat said, ‘Would you like a crumpet? They’re a local Terran delicacy. I have a trans-matter trans-dimensional volatiliser in the other room we can use to send you some in a digestible form.’


OOC: Hiya Higher Intelligence; I’m given to understand you’re someone whose main nation is called Pord? Anyways a few folks have noted that you may be out to troll, especially given that your nation just got resurrected. That’s your prerogative if so of course, but if you’re going to want to be taken seriously as the ascended beings of the week, some beefy worldbuilding would be required - for now, Reality Anchors are for your purpouses, generic god-interdictors, just like FTLi but for gods/transcedants etc. along with matter or energy created by them, quite a few nations including Menelmacar and myself use them, but really most of the Sol set have mentioned them at some point. Talking is all you're going to be able to do unless you put in the work to establish your bona fides as a threat, if that's what you want to be.

Orion Islands, don’t worry, you’re not being ignored, but work calls and I only had time for one small post, so it's first come first served (crumpets) alas. Also I want to do a higher effort reply to you.
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Postby Royal Frankia » Fri Sep 23, 2022 4:11 pm

Matters of Diplomacy

Tianxia

Your Crown is safe, as are the lands you rule. Should you join your strength with ours we shall overthrow the present order. The lands that we win with our arms shall be given to you, and you shall truly be the Son of Heaven.Those upon this surface of Terra shall kneel before you, and pay homage. It is the interest of the Sovereign of Sovereigns to make great his sons.



Anomaly detected

The Great Folk demand that you denounce your blasphemy and convert to the One. Your detachment from the world shall be ended, and the Atkanites shall welcome the convert with open arms. If you should deny even the Vani, who bring war to our enemies upon this field, not one of you shall escape our wrath.

Believe that we are so few? The very heavens cannot contain our numbers. The One Most High is with us, now and always. Your corpses shall the Void consume, and not a hall shall know your soul.

Repent, repent, and embrace the Holy Fire.

SALA! SALA! SALA!


No action would be taken against the blasphemous entity, who lay far from the Urlanna and the Children of Atkana. The Guards of Novoronda awaited them as a rear guard, with Sabre and Lance. Death would come to the blasphemous, mercy would be shown to the Merciful.

Ooc: on my phone. Post is coming above soon. Just an immediate response to keep consistency.


Sanarr

The Vrasha meditated, while his Seneschal recounted the great tribute obtained from the Provinces. Sums were of small matters to the One, but a great deal to those mercenaries that desired gain. Or powers, for many desired to change their status upon Terra or one of its neighboring worlds.

He rubbed his hands, peering through the air thick with incense. His words his scribe recorded, and subsequently dispatched to those powers with a surplus of menfolk who desired lands, titles, and glory. Nations that had possessed known claims to Sol would be sought, to perhaps entreat one to join to regain lands that been long lost or now claimed by another power.

By the Will of the Most High, the Blessed One of the Atkana, the Sovereigns of Sovereigns, calls upon those bands of mercenaries to seek service. There are worlds of our enemies that shall be yours, should you embrace the Greenclad as a brother. There is plunder to be had, should you spill the blood of the enemies of the Sovereign. There is glory to be had, should you set their colonies alight from one end of the Cosmos to the other.

He penned a different letter to the wild Urstanna, those that had borne the banner of the Atkana Alone further into the Milky Way than ever the Dread Fleet.

Sala, brethren that know yet the Light... Sala, brethren whose arms remain unconquered. The Sovereign of Sovereigns calls upon you, in this grievous hour, to join forces with your brothers. I promise you the spoils of a Great Civilization, the booty of a thousand citadels. If not for booty, if not for blood, for the One!

The scribe looked down and muttered a quick Sala. The Followers of Urstann, the Urstanna, had been a bane to the Eternal Realm since their rising nearly fifty cycles before. Hundreds of millions had perished for Urstann, before his Disciples escaped to spread their faith with the point of the sword. Perhaps worse than the Mri getting Laptev, was the notion of the Urstanna saddling their horses in the President Palace of Arkasia.

The Vrasha noted the reaction, and sighed.

These demons have chastised us enough, let them serve us for once.

If the Arkasians embrace Urstannism, Vrasha...

Then they will plague their government more so than a thousand of our fleets. Should even a quarter of the population be willing to die for the word of the Atkana, even if they deny the Kirk, then that enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Far, far away

The citadel had fallen before dawn, her scorched walls bearing witness to the ferocity of the Companions of Urstann. The Fallen Disciple watched as prisoners were brought before him, kneeling before the Greatest of the Swords of the Prophet. He paid no notice, thinking of only how little the spoils.

After being driven out by the other Disciples, the one that had been cast away had sought to carve out an empire for himself. Converts had been made with each victory, swelling his ranks as he descended upon one developing power after another. The Mad Fakirs had been the first into the breach, cutting down the garrison as the Holy Fire from on High rained down. The steps of the temple had run red with the blood of the unbelievers, not even the Vranni had been spared.

The gods of some ancient cult were carried off into bondage, alongside with their priests. Even at this hour, many did not apostate, but their deities remained silent nevertheless.

The Fallen Disciple sat on a high throne, that which had been the Sovereign of this system. His hall had been spared, to serve as a place to distribute the plunder and the captives. Many had been taken, who would serve until they had accepted the True Path of Urstann. Those that had defied the Prophet or the One did not long live in the presence of a Disciple... But the Fallen Disciple had known the Prophet himself, Peace be upon the Children of the Atkana.

A serving man whispered in his ear as the last nobleman was led away. The Fallen Disciple bowed his head, and thought deeply. With but a hundred warships he had subdued a hundred worlds... With a thousand he had subdued a hundredfold of a hundred... With twenty thousand, his appetites had grown, as well as the boasts of his supporters.

The Swords of the Prophet shall drink the dark wines of Austras, and look upon the Wylus Mountains that bow before the Trident!

Notions that the other Disciples had likely thought themselves, but never him that was Fallen. Him that knew many a dark art, him that hid behind a mask at all times. His face had not been seen since the death of the Prophet, when the Atkana herself had punished him for his betraying him above Neustras. That curse had been a blessing, for none of the Disciples could boast of such powers that could only derive from the Abyss.

He finally spoke, upon the summoning of his commanders.

The Hatchlings of the Phoenix shall bow before the Sword of Urstann... Even Kinsara, long without knowledge of the Light, shall cry Sala at the name of Urstann! Not for the order of this servant of the Sovereign of Sovereigns do I call upon your swords, but for service to the One..

Sala! Sala! Sala! Sala! Sala! Sala!

One of the Companions drew a sword that glimmered in the morn light. Contained within were countless devas, the blood of countless false priests.


All shall fall,
By the Sword of the Iskandra.
Those that acknowledge not My Will.
Citadels, of great renown, shall not stand.
He that doth not believe shall be cut down,
This is the word of the Prophet.
Sala!


Wine was brought, and those captives of the nobility within the citadel fair of flesh and comely in appearance were brought. The lyre was strung, while the Servants of the One Without End discussed the coming campaigns into the Arkasian lands. Twenty thousand could be marshalled shortly, to strike any colony of note of the Phoenix. There was some pause over the notion of inviting the other Disciples to join in this Holy War against a power that had been shaken in the past.

The ballad of Forty Birds to One Hungry Wolf was played, by one that had been the bard of this hall.

Forty birds of fire,
Descended upon this Wolf.
None yet knew the cold,
Nor the black of the Void.
Save the wolf, save the wolf.
Forty Birds to One Hungry Wolf!
Where fire is extinguished,
And gives off not its warmth.
Now this wolf was hungry,
Hungry for a belly full of warm meat.
Brains of birds, or brains of Alexzonyans!
They came, they came, they came!
Into the jaws of the wolf, into the jaws of the wolf!


The Fallen Disciple focused upon the task at hand, which had in the past required the resources of great states. What he possessed was but twenty thousand hulls, what he possessed was the fanaticism of a few. He had never known defeat, but had been wounded several times in battle against the unbeliever. Fellow Atkanites had he slain, should they not have acknowledged the Prophet.

To go, where none of the Folk had gone before, was a new experience. He sighed, knowing that he would have to bring the other Disciples to his banner. Only then, perhaps, would the realm of the Phoenix bow to the One and Her Prophet.

O Most Pious, why do you forsake us?
See you not the banner of Atkann we fly?
Hear you not the cry of Sala upon our tongues?
Feel you not in our hearts, with each prayer to Urstann!
False rituals, false gods, false flesh will not save you!
Yield to the One! Yield to the One! Yield to the One!
Sala, Sala, Sala, Sala!
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Kutath, Kesrith System, NS-1

Cracked and charred, the planet was just one of billions with a similar fate across the Multiverse. In only one universe had the world survived the experiments conducted upon it. In only one had its people risen, fallen, and risen stronger again to establish a truly multiversal power. However, once the fall of MS-1 was fully confirmed, the Darker seeds of the Mri Empire quickly located the new Nexus point of the multiverse and relocated there. The vast reflective Black Star Project being used to hide and protect this new focal point of the Mri Empire in NS-1. With Expeditionary forces being dispatched from the capital system in MV-1 across the various threatened 'verses, the withdrawal from NS-1 was only partial and a ruse to lure opposition fleets out from their heavily defended home systems.

Probes, scouring the universe first detected the Frankish fleets moving out and then their destination was revealed.


On the Surface

Niun, Awakened Pre-entity, Heir to the Mri Empire of old, Twin to the Great Goddess Nika, and Mri'anth of the People. These were all titles bestowed upon the fallen Prince. His wrath held back the tsi'mri to give his sister time to win the war. However, where Nika's brilliant light illuminates the faithful and burns the unholy; Niun's shadow shelters the people and drowns the unworthy. It is here, on the Nexus 'verse form of his own homeworld that he has made his own home. The planet, uninhabitable to all, is where his great fortress resides. The spindly structure is but the exterior most portion of the being's lair. With the death of this world, its core ran cold and has since been repurposed. If the surface could not be claimed, the core was where Niun would rebuild his vision for the Mri. Where the original homeworld hosts billions, this shadow of a planet only hosts a few hundred million in the vast network within the dead world. The vast crevasse which scars much of the world holds the vast tendrils built from the excavated matter in the interior of the core into what would appear to be a planet sized spider-like creature pulling itself from the planet. In reality, these tendrils hold what's left of the planet together, preventing the crust of the world from abandoning the dead core as the system around it remains a vast ruin.

It is here that Niun first hears from his sister since they both ascended.

"Brother, it took some time to find you and your lost People. However, now I am requesting you end this isolation and return your followers to the Empire we once built. It may be ruled by the Xanthiri, but they worship us as the gods we have become. They will do as we tell them, just as it was in the days before. Our people have need of their Mri'anth. Take a fleet to Sol in your new universe, you will find the battle your people need to be properly forged as true Mri."

Before he can respond a dozen ships come through the gate of the Black Star. How they knew where it was or how to traverse it was a mystery, until they flashed a signal to him.

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Hail, Mri'anth of the People, Great Shadow, Enslaver of the tsi'Mri.

By the light of Holy Nika, our forces are to follow your commands. Our agents have found a battle for your Kel'ein to blood themselves in.

You have followers beyond your fortress yet. For while my fleet will bring Nika's holy light upon the unclean, your fleet will plunge them into the void eternal.

Shadows of the Void, ride with the Holy Light and let us extinguish our foes once more.


As if by some mystical force, the fleets of Niun's faithful rose from their hidden berths within and around the broken and devastated world. Soon after, a smaller variant of the Black Star deactivated revealing a full Tlaloc Battlestation, its designation was deleted from its records so as to have prevented it from being recorded by the IKN when it vanished during its mission. Several Dark Stations were orbiting its tower and the whole structure began moving towards the gate. A single message was sent to the Nikan fleet. It was short and to the point.

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Niun's Celestial Shadow will aid you


The fleet was multiplying fast. Many of the ships were ancient, vessels that ordinarily would have been discarded hundreds if not thousands of years ago. However, in the times of the Mri Empire, old ships served their purpose in combat. No ship retired, all ships were valuable to the IKN of old. By the time the fleet had fully assembled the faded red star was not visible through the swam of ships. Most were less than a kilometer long and had very few life signs aboard. Others were vast Mri'jir class Command Ships designed at the end of the Empire's power before the Xanthiri Rebellion. However, what was most unusual about this force, the vast numbers of Monitor Class ships. More than half the capital ships were of these vertical variants. A distinctly Xanthiri ship design that Niun's Mri had clearly taken a liking to. They were overwhelmingly the Dusk-Class and numbered 689 of these and another 110 of their Dawn Class cousins.

However, what was most ominous to even the NIkan fleet, was the ship emerging from the star itself. A blackened version of the Pan'ai-khan. The name registered as IKN Hecate's Revenge a reference to the familial name of Niun and Nika, one which is never spoken of in the greater Mriverse. The vast warship seemed to be an exact replica of the Zahe'Mri's own personal royal Flagship. Together the fleets of Light and Shadow would depart through the gate leaving just the Tlaloc and its associated stations to guard the sole entrance to Niun's NS-1 haven.

Sol System, NS-1

Discovery was inevitable. Destruction is likely, however, for the 112th Rift Flotilla and their vast network of probes in the Sol System, now was their only time to act. Each ship had a choice, drop from rift space as the FTLi was being activated or withdraw their probes to rift space and re-space themselves outside of the field. All the ships made micro-jumps to avoid the FTLi and enter realspace within the inner asteroid belt. All but one of the 13 ships. This ship would act as a messenger to the incoming Frankish forces.

The ship, a simple Instigator Rift Ship, hid itself well from the oncoming fire. But as the Dread Empire's fleet moved inward, the ship made itself known. A direct communique to the Frankish Fleet was sent by the Ship Master.

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Nika's Light guide you to reason. Sol is under the watchful gaze of the Mri Empire. Transmit FTLi clearance or prepare for devastation.


Once more, the Dread Empire is on the offensive, and once more a force of the Mri's Imperial Navy is in its path. This time, it stands as a mere observation force around the Sol System of the Nexus Universe. While they could not know the greater reaction being taken by the twin gods and their followers, they knew that the system held at least one relic holy to NIka and the last contact with the Dread Empire was a war that, per their own calendars, was several centuries in the past. The small, 230m long vessel kept its weapons charged, targeting the nearest Frankish Vessel as well as its torpedo tubes armed with a pair of relay probes instead of weapons to connect to other probes nearby and quickly transmit the information back to the fleet laying low in the inner Asteroid Belt, somewhat aligned to Mars.
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Postby Royal Frankia » Sat Sep 24, 2022 8:08 am

To the ancient and wise Mri

Encrypted transmission

Yea, we had not thought the Mri had as yet still maintained prescence here. What lies in Darkness is not always discovered, save in the Light. I shall promise you an escort, even though it deprive my Fleet of a score of craft for the coming battle to the edge of the interdiction field.

As for Sol itself, those you claim to protect seem not to do homage to your Sovereignness. Nevertheless, those that bow to her Scepter we shall do no harm. Even Arkasia, the land of the Phoenix and condemned in the lore of men.

Mri holdings will not be touched, nor shall those sites regarded as holy. Only the blood of the unbeliever shall be spilled in the Void, those primitives who have insulted the Great Sovereign. As you are aware, only blood can satisfy honor. I advise you, once the battle is over, to seize their holdings if you find that they still defy us.




Isocretta was deep in thought. Should the Mri join with the Urlanna, this battle would be over in a matter of hours. Granted, it was not precisely victory as glory, glory to be told in the ages that would inevitably follow.

No action was yet taken against the lone Mri craft, save the detachment of an honor guard. Tens of thousands of Killercraft joined this noble band, that flew the ancient banner of the Franks of old. Of another race it was, the primitives who had boasted of empires that were anthills.

Perhaps it would set the Mri at ease, though should a war break out between the Sons of Atkana and the Sons of Nika it would be a prolonged affair. One Division had she brought, but the Dread Sovereign had as many divisions as stars in the night's sky. The Twelve Cycle Plan had been completed, at much cost, swelling the industrial capacity of the Realm that shall never perish.


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Postby American Pere Housh » Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:21 am

In Orbit around New Terra
2,500 lightyears from Sol System



The NMS Orion, a Columbus Class Super Carrier, leaves the orbital dockyard around New Terra and heads for the rendezvous point with the rest of her battlegroup 25 AU from New Terra. The battlegroup is made up of the Orion and 2 more Columbus Class Carriers, 45 America Class Cruisers, 80 Jones Class Destroyers and 120 Berlin Class Frigates. This massive fleet of ships has been ordered by the King himself to set course for the Sol System as communications with the system have stopped. The King has decided to name this fleet Task Force Orion. The man in charge of Task Force Orion is Admiral Nathan Johnson. The order was given and each ship jumped into Slipstream space head for Earth.
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Postby The Ctan » Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:33 am

Royal Frankia wrote:To the ancient and wise Mri

Encrypted transmission


OOC: Hiya Frankia

There's more posts coming from the locals soon, but you can't communicate with Mri. Explanation below.
He's jumped into the system within the asteroid belt, you're 100 AU out, and you have FTLi switched on.

That means your ships get no FTL sensors or communications, you can't see them until you're inside their light cone. The asteroid belt's inner rim is approx 2.2 AU from Sol, so you're 97.8 (let's assume your ships have pushed in system a little and round that down to 96 AU). Each AU is 8.3 light minutes. That means your fleet will recieve Mri's transmission in 13.28 hours ((96*8.3=796.8 )/60) best case scenario (all these times are 'sidereal time').

You can then reply, in another 13.28 hours, or a little less given you are moving in system, Mri will hear you. You will get his first reply to your overture around 39 hours from his arrival (his light cone to reach you, your reply, then his reply to you).

You also mentioned some more of Iain M Banks' Culture's weapons suite in your post. As I mentioned, my displacers (cribbed from the same source) won't work in FTLi, but also neither will effectors. All the Culture's fancy weapons that make them grand champions of 'vs' fights on places like spacebattles and stardestroyer.net rely on hyperspace. Indeed, effectors are sometimes called 'hyperspatial effectors' in the novels.'

For what it's worth, the way we (that's to say Sunset, Menel, Roania, Kajal, Alexzonya, Macisikan and I) play FTLi is thus:
  • FTLi propagates at C - if someone turns an FTLi generator on a light minute away from you, it takes a minute before you are affected. - This is why I'm not telling Mir that jumping in system is impossible, it'll be 13 hours before the inner system is affected by your attack.
  • FTLi attenuates with distance, in line with the inverse square law meaning that ships and fleets generating it are more affected by it than those far away - you'll note some of us have mentioned that civilian ships are more affected, as it's assumed warships have big chunky reactors and will just burn through at this distance, 100AU is a long way.
  • FTLi doesn't, or rarely, affects gates, or quantum entanglement - which you'll see Kajal's mentioned there too.

You get FTL interdiction, but all that goes with it. As you've brought it with you - though I did mention counter-projectors seeded in the system responding to you, too, to stop you withdrawing - you are going to be most affected by it.


I'd ask you not advance the timeline more than a few hours each post. Please delete that post.
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Postby Higher Intelligence » Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:38 am

The Ctan wrote:
Royal Frankia wrote:To the ancient and wise Mri

Encrypted transmission


OOC: Hiya Frankia

There's more posts coming from the locals soon, but you can't communicate with Mri. Explanation below.
He's jumped into the system within the asteroid belt, you're 100 AU out, and you have FTLi switched on.

That means your ships get no FTL sensors or communications, you can't see them until you're inside their light cone. The asteroid belt's inner rim is approx 2.2 AU from Sol, so you're 97.8 (let's assume your ships have pushed in system a little and round that down to 96 AU). Each AU is 8.3 light minutes. That means your fleet will recieve Mir's transmission in 13.28 hours ((96*8.3=796.8 )/60).

You can then reply, in another 13.28 hours, or a little less given you are moving in system, Mir will hear you. You will get his first reply to your overture around 39 hours from his arrival (his light cone to reach you, your reply, then his reply to you).

You also mentioned some more of Iain M Banks' Culture's weapons suite in your post. As I mentioned, my displacers (cribbed from the same source) won't work in FTLi, but also neither will effectors. All the Culture's fancy weapons that make them grand champions of 'vs' fights on places like spacebattles and stardestroyer.net rely on hyperspace. Indeed, effectors are sometimes called 'hyperspatial effectors' in the novels.'

For what it's worth, the way we (that's to say Sunset, Menel, Roania, Kajal, Alexzonya, Macisikan and I) play FTLi is thus:
  • FTLi propagates at C - if someone turns an FTLi generator on a light minute away from you, it takes a minute before you are affected. - This is why I'm not telling Mir that jumping in system is impossible, it'll be 13 hours before the inner system is affected by your attack.
  • FTLi attenuates with distance, in line with the inverse square law meaning that ships and fleets generating it are more affected by it than those far away - you'll note some of us have mentioned that civilian ships are more affected, as it's assumed warships have big chunky reactors and will just burn through at this distance, 100AU is a long way.
  • FTLi doesn't, or rarely, affects gates, or quantum entanglement - which you'll see Kajal's mentioned there too.

You get FTL interdiction, but all that goes with it. As you've brought it with you - though I did mention counter-projectors seeded in the system responding to you, too, to stop you withdrawing - you are going to be most affected by it.


Please delete that post.


OOC - @Ctan: I question your intentions in participating in this thread given you and many of the other Sol RPers all piled onto Frankia within the space of a few hours after allowing the thread to languish for a few days with zero interest. Your initial response even seems to dictate specifics of Frankia's technology to him - "[...] it's an FTL attack. As such, FTLi or Gridfire pick one." - which does not set a great tone for moving forward. And here you've done it yet again. This isn't to say that Frankia isn't without his own assumptions, but surely the better decision would have been to work with Frankia or just not participate if you can't even get through a single round of posts without differences in RP style and expectations needing to be addressed?

@Frankia - It may be worthwhile to establish an OOC thread.

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Postby The Ctan » Sat Sep 24, 2022 9:46 am

Higher Intelligence wrote:OOC - @Ctan: I question your intentions in participating in this thread given you and many of the other Sol RPers all piled onto Frankia within the space of a few hours after allowing the thread to languish for a few days with zero interest.
See, what that is, is that we don't actively monitor the forums at all times, but like so many other groups, we've got discord, so when one of us sees it and goes 'check this out' suddenly there's a flurry of activity. One of us (I think Mac?) saw the post and then we talked about what to write in chat before posting. I'm not sure what nefarious scenario you're imagining otherwise - the others are also holding off for my next post as I'm playing incident coordinator here, it's no more sinister than that. The apparent coordination is not only deliberate but is happening in-character though, given that the set I just mentioned are all full or associate members of the same alliance. An OOC thread is a good idea, or communication via discord, which is often a less painful platform (let me know if you want me to set it up Frankia!), but FTLi blocking your own sensors and comms is very much the assumed rules in the Sol environment - at least in those of us with extensive histories of posting about being in Sol - and you'll have a hard, hard sale suggesting that it should work differently.
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Postby Higher Intelligence » Sat Sep 24, 2022 10:04 am

The Ctan wrote:
Higher Intelligence wrote:OOC - @Ctan: I question your intentions in participating in this thread given you and many of the other Sol RPers all piled onto Frankia within the space of a few hours after allowing the thread to languish for a few days with zero interest.
See, what that is, is that we don't actively monitor the forums at all times, but like so many other groups, we've got discord, so when one of us sees it and goes 'check this out' suddenly there's a flurry of activity. One of us (I think Mac?) saw the post and then we talked about what to write in chat before posting. I'm not sure what nefarious scenario you're imagining otherwise - the others are also holding off for my next post as I'm playing incident coordinator here, it's no more sinister than that. The apparent coordination is not only deliberate but is happening in-character though, given that the set I just mentioned are all full or associate members of the same alliance. An OOC thread is a good idea, or communication via discord, which is often a less painful platform (let me know if you want me to set it up Frankia!), but FTLi blocking your own sensors and comms is very much the assumed rules in the Sol environment - at least in those of us with extensive histories of posting about being in Sol - and you'll have a hard, hard sale suggesting that it should work differently.


Which is my point exactly - Frankia is not part of the historical Sol RPers environment. There's already years of IC precedent for the how Frankian technology works and the ways it interacts with interdiction, particularly friendly (IFF) interdiction. I understand your group has your way of doing things and I am not going to say that Frankian lore should take precedence over it, but the reverse is also true - you shouldn't go to an extant thread and then superimpose your own viewpoints on the laws of the land there, particularly when the thread is being run by someone whom you know is not part of your RP sphere and there's nothing forcing you to join. Like I said above, just asking for some clarification beforehand would have been fine.

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Postby Soralska » Sat Sep 24, 2022 10:13 am

Meanwhile...

An alien is seen sitting on a large chair, looking at a big monitor which is displaying all sorts of astronomical studies and researches, his room he is located in is littered with files and papers, too many of them to be exact, a small table with lights, a couple of file storages, servers and some decor. The room alone is also dark, save for the light pouring out from the computer.

The alien, who is researching some of the studies and graphs, seems bored and tired. It feels like this alien hasn't slept or took a nap for the past 1-2 days or so.

While looking at the computer and the papers at the same time, he periodically checks the system map as well for any signs of ships coming through here, for the last 4 hours ago, the map only detected transport ships and fleets that come here to the system for travelling to others.

But right now, the map is suddenly pinging loudly many times, leading to him checking the map again. This time, the map detected various fleets coming to this system, travelling through the system map from one end to another, some ships has decided to land on the starbase located close to the sun, for a couple of minutes or so and then quickly ran off.

"...What's happening there?" the alien thought to himself for a moment, then scoffs it off with "...whatever, I'll go get something...." before leaving the room.


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