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Scramble for Space (MT-FT) (IC) (SIGN-UP)

Postby The Skellies » Thu May 23, 2024 7:22 pm

Premise:
A large space empire consisting of 100 systems has collapsed. Colonizers from around the galaxy, and the remnants of this empire, are scrambling to get land and resources before inevitable war.
Notable Parts of the area:
Outer Territories (Territories on the outside, the most likely first colonised by colonists)
Northern Wasteland (A spot in the north mostly uninhabited, other than the remnants, which have their base there.)
Core (The core of the empire, in the middle-left. Incredibly valuable and will most likely be fought for.)
Eastern Ring (A ring of planets/systems incredibly habitable, and teeming with life.)
Baselands (Spot in the south of the region, used by the Empire to make weapons, and training for soldiers. Old weapons are found there.)

OOC

Exsqueeze me, but this is the IC! You can only post role-plays here!

Rules:
No godmodding, and don't attack unless borders are meeting or you are disputing over systems.
You may only make temporary alliances with colonies, to keep it unstable.
The colonies will NOT HAVE THE FULL POWER OF YOUR NATION, unless you are making the colonies their own nation.
You are able to make your own, fictional nation.
I will play as the remnants of this empire.
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Postby The Skellies » Thu May 23, 2024 7:29 pm

The emperor sat in his chair.
A Commander of the Quinn army entered the room.
PLRK! ZZP ZZP!
It spouted.
The sentence roughly translated to this:
"Sir....the outer territories..."
"What about them?" "They've been...colonised."
"WHAT?"
Soon, the commander was ordered to mobilize remaining space craft and soldiers.
Activity in the Northern Wasteland skyrocketed, with soldiers mobilizing in all of the planets and systems in the remnants.
2 systems full of around 500K soldiers and 1K space craft were soon to be mobilized.
Kriska was a big target, but they would not attack yet.
Preparations for war started.
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Dawn Of A New Era

Postby New yugoslavaia » Fri May 24, 2024 2:50 pm

With the collapse of the empire, the control over the flow of information had slipped. Civilian broadcasts were quickly becoming commonplace once again, wherever it was on the planets or in space. But recently, one message in particular had caught the ears of the the populace...

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"Greetings citizens of the Empire...or as it is now, former empire. I am President Isaac Pavlik of the Federation of Kriska.
Due to the recent spontaneous yet effective campaign against the Imperial Government by certain dissidents, the Emperor has lost his grip on the people of this space. Now this may be a cause for celebration as we have thrown off our shackles, but we cannot afford to only think in the short term. Although they have been severely weakened, the old guard still lives on. It is all but certain that once they have rebuilt their forces, they will fully commit to bringing you to heel once more. To make matters worse, it is inevitable that bordering powers will take advantage of the destabilisation to invade and there are rumours they are already doing so. If you value liberty in your heart, you know that they must not be allowed to triumph.
The Krugoxians have tried to install within us the idea that safety is desirable in exchange for our freedoms. To push for the latter is to invite chaos and decay. However, in these chaotic times I wish to propose a radical concept. That freedom and safety are not mutually exclusive concepts and there is in fact a middle ground. But that safety must be provided by yourselves, not by a higher power that sees you as nothing more than a cog or your systems as a near-invisible notch on a vast map. We, the Republic of Kriska will help you fight for this liberation, but only if you are willingly to raise arms against tyranny.
It does not matter what species you are or what side of political and economic landscape you align yourself with. If you wish not to be subjugated again, we must join together against our enemies both internal and external. With one hand we are nothing, but with a hundred working together we can easily overthrow the Titans of our age. If anyone listening wishes to lend their hand to this cause, make your voice known. Electryone will stand with you.
This is President Isaac Pavlik, signing off."
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How the hell did this happen?
Well...we don't actually know. Just sort of happened one day.
Is it a reunited Yugoslavia in the 21st century? Is a rebel colony world in the far future? Is it a race of cyborg neo-life at war with any assimilating organisms they come across in the far far future? Who knows, who cares?
New Yugoslavia just is.

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Isla Byron
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Postby Isla Byron » Sat May 25, 2024 2:22 pm

A small patrol of ex-imperial soldiers investigating a 'supply drop' fall like leaves into a crater. A group of insurgents and irregulars on the qui vive watch, tantalized. The 'bootlickers' stand at the floor of the crater, crunching on metamorphosed rock formed when the asteroid hit the moon. To the fighters sitting on the crater rim, an ironic place for the imperials to die. Without pause, the watching guerillas expend a buggy's worth of steel firing rockets and magdumping bullets at their unsuspecting victims, swiftly enforcing the colony's mandate for freedom. The freedom fighters scale down the walls of the crater to scavenge what they can from the human wreckage of ex-imps falling against the moon. Their 'suits were telling a story contrary imperial propaganda. Underequipped, desperate, uparmored, but not armored enough. Not all too different from the ragtag band of Zenith colonists and spacer rebels.

One soldier of the Zenith rebels though, makes their mutual supply issues appear blatant. The soldier is gently wrapped in a grey and black camouflage that covered everything but her dark grey ballistic vest and her helmet's pitch black visor. On each arm there is one patch, one is a proud rendition of the Isla Byron flag, the other a 'screaming eagle' with a 'labrys' axe in its mouth. She stands above most of her comrades and holds herself up with broad shoulders. "Think we're done here," she snaps on the safety of her beautiful 'space kalash' and motions to a waiting rover above ground. On her vest, a nametag dully shines in the void: 'Miranda Chezhekova.'

Zenith colony has been secured, a gambler's investment made by both Zenith Co. and Isla Byron. A company and a half of soldiers are standing by to defend humanity's foothold on a nigh inhabitable moon in the inhospitable Outer Territories.

(edit for minor word choice + format adjustments and consistent tense. i will never be happy)
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Postby Azurnailia » Sat May 25, 2024 3:48 pm

As the Imperium, the Monopoly and the Desolator IV jump out of Hyperwarp, they land on an Unknown planet, claiming the system as part of the Conglomerate. The system consists of 4 planets. The star would be called Yevelin. The first planet, Takuruk, was very close to its star, and had a good supply of Adamtite. The second planet, Mazdaj, was a hot Jupiter, its proximity to Yevelin caused most of the Carbon, to be condensed into a large “Carbon sea” before going down to the core. It housed many needed “Carbontine” a supply, low in the conglomerate. The third planet, Uryima, was the main staging base for the new colony, it resided at the habitable zone of the star and was flourish with diffrent animals and species. There were inteligent species called the “Uyimans” but they were quickly purged by the Congomerate. The fourth and final planet, Diamate, was a cold ice Giant and had forzen forms of Oxygen, including so called “Subdued” Permaoxygen. An unknown variant of Oxygen that could be sold for a lot of money. The Imperium wasted a lot of its Adamtite fuel and would have to wait until enough was harvested from Takuruk to take off. So now the Monopoly and the Desolator IV would have to protect themselves.
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Postby The Skellies » Sun May 26, 2024 5:53 am

The Imperials decided to finally start to expand. The Imperials decided to send in Nelhuks, small, fast, sentient rodent-like beings to find resources and/or materials and land. The first group of Nelhuks would enter the Zealu system just west of the Northern Wasteland. Searching the moons and planets, they would use their small, pod-like spacecraft to zoom to planets. Though having no defense against meteors, the quick speed was efficient. Of the 5 groups of Nelhuks sent to differing systems, only 2 made it back with a positive response. The Zealu and Gheldi systems had habitable land and materials.

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Postby Schwessen-Hellfohen » Sun May 26, 2024 5:56 am

Taggged (this will be replaced by IC post soon)
A German-like state with PM tech

A Class 1.07 Civilization according to this index.

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Pyha-Suomi
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Postby Pyha-Suomi » Sun May 26, 2024 8:16 am

Rusteye stands on the bridge of the ship he's commandeering. As the right-hand man of Arain and the commander of most of the space fleets, he is entrusted with most of the actual operations of the IPC.

"Empire gone and imploded on itself, eh?" He absent-mindedly puffs on a pipe, which he most definitely stole from someone's corpse, a wicked smile forming on his face. "What a lovely sight! Now we don't gotta keep such a low profile." He gazes out of this bridge's viewport, into the expanse of space. "I can hardly contain my excitement! To think of all the "business opportunities" available to us!" He takes a long drag from the pipe, then exhales a large amount of smoke.

"Helmsmen! Chart course to the next planetary system on the Outer Territories. Best we get to surveying for some new "business partners"... And radio to other IPC ships, we'll need a fleet incase we need to... negotiate."

The helmsmen silently get to work steering the ship. And the communications officers have signaled the other ships in the fleet to follow Rusteye's ship, the aptly named "IPCS Rust".
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"What do you mean 'God told me so' isn't a valid excuse? It works well enough for my people!"

NS Stats are non canon, as declared by God. (I still like looking at them though.)

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If you see me lurking on RP threads it's usually because I like reading them. Though if it's an open RP thread it's usually because I feel like joining it now would be too late and thus just read as stated before. Also goes without saying that my views do not align with this nation.

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Postby Kreigsreich of Iron » Sun May 26, 2024 9:04 am

The Imperial French fleet Napoleon appeared in orbit of the Imperial Remnant headquarters. At over five hundred ships, it was one of the largest fleets ever mobilised in all of French history, but to crush the Empire-That-Was, it was barely enough. The Remnant was reviled by the people and viewed as a potential enemy by the State, and thus several subjugation fleets had been combined into the war fleet. A transmission was sent out.
Vestige impérial, rendez-vous maintenant et nous serons miséricordieux.
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<sigil of the Ascendancy> <end communication>

Imagine if the Borg, the Tyranids, the Necrons, and the Leagues of Votann had a child. That is the Ascendancy. NS stats should be multiplied by one thousand.

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Postby The Skellies » Sun May 26, 2024 6:06 pm

A lone Nelhuk would get lost, losing his communications and most of his supplies.
The Nelhuk, named Chrek Balgek, would endlessly drift in space in his podcraft.
Eventually, Chrek's craft started accelerating towards a planet located in the Federation of Kriska. Soon, it crashed, but its sturdy armor kept Chrek relatively safe. Walking out of his pod, he muttered: "Nal-shegan ne..." (Its over now...) Pretty soon, he came across some people. With fear of being captured (due to being from the Ex-Empire), he yelled: "KREK! GOL KREK!" (BACK! STAY BACK!) while backing away.
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Postby Isla Byron » Sun May 26, 2024 6:46 pm

Miranda turns in her bed and gently exhales. Her lady friend/bunkmate is one 'Comms Specialist Samantha Traynor,' who is snuggling her. "You know what I heard tonight, Miri?"
"What?" Miranda wasn't sleeping anyway.
"A guy on the radio, calling himself a president, was talking about all this... self-determination stuff. Valuing liberty, fighting subjugation from the big guys, they're asking for help all across the galaxy."
"Sign of things to come. We gotta ask the colonists if they wanna consolidate resources, expand manufacturing, get other likeminded colonies under our wing."
"I like the way you think." Samantha pecked Miri's cheek from behind. "Big day tomorrow, then. Love you."
"Love you too, Traynor..." Miranda turns again, ending up on her stomach. She digs her face into her elbow."

One company of soldiers, including Miranda, are sent to a neighboring colony in the "Plymouth" system to investigate and 'integrate' the "Blackwall" colony, another mining colony not unlike Zenith Colony. Although, some claim that this Blackwall colony is home to an elusive AI research cell, making Blackwall a priority compared to other colonies. ATC was unresponsive and initial airborne recce of the area reveals nothing out of the ordinary besides a lack of foot traffic (not unheard of) and several inches of snowfall. With no imminent threat located, the company descends from the craft. The company, alert, enters the colony. Miranda is just behind the tip of the spearhead of this fact-finding mission, clearing room after room, each room a moment closer to some stress-induced condition. The end was in sight though as after the last room was cleared and no evidence of Blackwall's citizens have been found. All that was left was a detachable USB disk which Miranda promptly confiscated before returning to the transport craft after the failure of a mission. Hopefully, she thinks, the big-brains back at base can take a good look at this.
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Postby Azurnailia » Sun May 26, 2024 6:59 pm

Large amount of Drones began reconnaissance of the Outer Territories. As head commander of the Far Reaches Trade Company, Uruk Immin, he wanted locations that the Conglomerate can exploit. While looking around, they find the Zenith Colony. On a system named Periscana. As they attempt to contact the Colony with the following message:
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This is the Trade Conglomerate of Allied and Occupied Systems
Please Identify yourself at once. We are here for money and money only
Perhaps maybe we can set up a trade

The Desolator IV sped towards the system. Along with 15 Landers and 100 Drone fighters. They hoped not to destroy the beautiful planet that they hoped to see.
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Postby G-Tech Corporation » Sun May 26, 2024 7:17 pm

The Midnight Hegemony


Outer Orbit, System Designation Kalith

It was a void in the stars, a prismatic shimmer of the space under space suddenly broken into new life where none was looked for. Through the tear in the fabric of reality a monolith emerged, the long silver bulk of the Hand of Beneficence shouldering aside the threads of space and time to accommodate her passage.

Sweeps are clear. Expected presence in orbit above the third world. Formations within predicted parameters.

In the smokey obsidian chamber at the heart of the formless vessel, the continent of glittering steel, the shadowy figure nodded imperceptibly. At his side the luminous form of the helmsman played her fingers delicately across the field of circling spheres, plucking first one in the hue of a delicate emerald, then a resplendent carnelian. From her orbit the great vessel stirred, gravitics driving her inward toward the young star and the wayward colony.

Only a decade ago this world had been known as Temperance, a new urb-world in the verdant Imperial East, settled by men and women both loyal and good-hearted. That had ebbed away with the dissolution of the Empire-That-Was, and now the only grip that order had on the world was the tenuous grip of the Autocrat of Glesiere, a man who had once been the governor. Without his legitimacy he had turned to military force to maintain peace and security, and even that arrangement was beginning to slip away as the world was starved of advanced manufactured goods and sophisticated equipment necessary to maintain her ongoing terraforming process.

Now, the Hegemony judged the time right. There were nobles on Temperance, Hierarchs of fine breeding and impeccable taste, bound by blood to Great Houses of the Hegemony, and their tendrils would be the gossamer strings necessary to bring Temperance - and indeed the Kalith system - to union with the Molten Worlds. In her hull the Beneficence bore just such material culture as the wayward scions of the Empire-that-was could no longer provide to these rich regions of the East, a bargain to be struck and allegiance to be pledged anew.

From the Jewels of the East, the Hegemony would rise rampant, and forge an Empire greater than any which had come before her.
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Postby Isla Byron » Sun May 26, 2024 7:51 pm

The company's transport stops in orbit. Traynor opens up a line with the transport,
"1st Company, there's a sitch. Drones flashing ident, flying all over the place. When you get down here hunker down inside, over."
"Understood, Traynor. See ya."
The transport craft steeply descended through the atmosphere, craft shaking like usual, but always nerve-racking. Always hitting the ground with an upsetting thud. No time to recover, the band of fighters stumbled out of the doors of the vehicle and into the relative shelter of the colony's habs. Miranda was stumbling, groping walls and furniture making her way to the command bunker Traynor's in.
"Okay- sitch." Miranda knelt to the floor, holding back a barf.
"This here says they wanna trade."
"What do they want?"
"Don't know Miri. Can't be good."
"Ok... Just give me a moment, let me lie down." Miranda collapsed into the recovery position. Traynor's work is only getting started.
"This is Comms Specialist Samantha Traynor of Zenith Colony, what would your uh- 'Conglomerate' want from us? We have a mine here, we uh- mine some uranium, there's an alloy forge in orbit. We have our own homegrown mercenary company too! Its called Isla Byron Mercs and it's ran by my girlfr- I mean an associate of mine. You could probably use our services in this political climate. Thoughts? Over."
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Postby Imperium of France » Sun May 26, 2024 9:30 pm

Primūs

The Imperial Sigil of France
Secundus[/]

An image of vassal kings bowing before the Imperial Throne of France
[i]Tertius


The Holy Emperor of the French State standing at a podium.

Quātrus
“Citizens of the universe, I speak to you to announce to you a new change in your collective lives. From now on, you are now subjects of the Holy Empire of the French State. As I speak, subjugation fleets are moving throughout the galaxy, and the vestigial remnants of the fallen Empire are being crushed. Surrender, and you breathe freely. Resist and suffer for ten thousand generations. That is your warning. Long live France.”
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Postby The Skellies » Sun May 26, 2024 11:21 pm

Imperium of France wrote:Primūs

The Imperial Sigil of France
Secundus[/]

An image of vassal kings bowing before the Imperial Throne of France
[i]Tertius


The Holy Emperor of the French State standing at a podium.

Quātrus
“Citizens of the universe, I speak to you to announce to you a new change in your collective lives. From now on, you are now subjects of the Holy Empire of the French State. As I speak, subjugation fleets are moving throughout the galaxy, and the vestigial remnants of the fallen Empire are being crushed. Surrender, and you breathe freely. Resist and suffer for ten thousand generations. That is your warning. Long live France.”
Quīntus

(If this was broadcasted through radio or whatever)
Imperial communication ships (Smaller, weaker yet quicker ships that broadcast and receive messages) would receive this message, sending back a somewhat glitched message to nearby French spacecraft.
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We will not -SKRRZ!- submit to your views. Dare to attack us and you -BLRT!- will be forced into years of terror. Our empire will grow and take back what once was, and you are just a pebble in the way. -ZZRT!- Stand down.

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Postby Imperium of France » Sun May 26, 2024 11:47 pm

The Skellies wrote:
Imperium of France wrote:Primūs

The Imperial Sigil of France
Secundus[/]

An image of vassal kings bowing before the Imperial Throne of France
[i]Tertius


The Holy Emperor of the French State standing at a podium.

Quātrus
“Citizens of the universe, I speak to you to announce to you a new change in your collective lives. From now on, you are now subjects of the Holy Empire of the French State. As I speak, subjugation fleets are moving throughout the galaxy, and the vestigial remnants of the fallen Empire are being crushed. Surrender, and you breathe freely. Resist and suffer for ten thousand generations. That is your warning. Long live France.”
Quīntus

(If this was broadcasted through radio or whatever)
Imperial communication ships (Smaller, weaker yet quicker ships that broadcast and receive messages) would receive this message, sending back a somewhat glitched message to nearby French spacecraft.
Code: Select all
We will not -SKRRZ!- submit to your views. Dare to attack us and you -BLRT!- will be forced into years of terror. Our empire will grow and take back what once was, and you are just a pebble in the way. -ZZRT!- Stand down.

La victoire en chantant…
The war fleet Napoleon begans to attack the fleet above the Imperial Remnant headquarters,
Nous ouvre la barrière…
Subjugation fleet De Gaul appears over a system, designated Clovis by the invading force.
De Nord au Midi…
Work camp Saint Theódore is completed.
La trompette guerrière…
A resistance group named “the Red Poppy Movement” has been discovered.
Sonne le heure…
Subjugation fleet Joan d’Arc appears near the Yevelin star, communicating a transmission,
“Surrender now. Long live France”.
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Postby Pyha-Suomi » Mon May 27, 2024 4:16 am

Rusteye sat, still staring out from the bridge, into the emptiness of space. Well, he is now, after witnessing a large amount of drones fly by.

"Hm... Them drones don't seem to be the Nelhuks of the Empire..." He strokes his chin, before grabbing his pipe from his coat and beginning to stuff some more - definitely stolen - tobacco inside. "Radio Arain about this new turn of events. I'd wager other buzzards have shown up to pick at the carcass of the empire." He takes a box of matches then lights one, beginning to burn the tobacco inside the pipe. "Well, any case, they'll hafta fight us for it."

He gets his pipe lit, then takes a calm, slow drag. "Tell Arain this could get ugly. Helmsmen, follow those drones." He then sits back as the Rust begins to move.
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"Local" religious nutjob.
"What do you mean 'God told me so' isn't a valid excuse? It works well enough for my people!"

NS Stats are non canon, as declared by God. (I still like looking at them though.)

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If you see me lurking on RP threads it's usually because I like reading them. Though if it's an open RP thread it's usually because I feel like joining it now would be too late and thus just read as stated before. Also goes without saying that my views do not align with this nation.

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Postby The Skellies » Mon May 27, 2024 9:06 am

Imperium of France wrote:
The Skellies wrote:(If this was broadcasted through radio or whatever)
Imperial communication ships (Smaller, weaker yet quicker ships that broadcast and receive messages) would receive this message, sending back a somewhat glitched message to nearby French spacecraft.
Code: Select all
We will not -SKRRZ!- submit to your views. Dare to attack us and you -BLRT!- will be forced into years of terror. Our empire will grow and take back what once was, and you are just a pebble in the way. -ZZRT!- Stand down.

La victoire en chantant…
The war fleet Napoleon begans to attack the fleet above the Imperial Remnant headquarters,
Nous ouvre la barrière…
Subjugation fleet De Gaul appears over a system, designated Clovis by the invading force.
De Nord au Midi…
Work camp Saint Theódore is completed.
La trompette guerrière…
A resistance group named “the Red Poppy Movement” has been discovered.
Sonne le heure…
Subjugation fleet Joan d’Arc appears near the Yevelin star, communicating a transmission,
“Surrender now. Long live France”.

As the fleet of 50 began to defend against the fleet, an Imperial Destroyer (A big and bulky, yet slow, and has big but slow weapons. About 10 exist right now) would hyperjump from a nearby system it was patrolling after hearing the transmission.
It would fire its mortars (except with plasma, whatever) that would arc and slam into the Napoleon ships from above.
A few Nelhuk podcraft would also be making it back, sneakily zooming onto the planet to avoid confrontation.
One of the defending spacecraft, led by a Gunsian commander, would slowly begin accelerating.
Ships of the Napoleon would hear this message: "NARL HEGT TEHRBAKA!" (FOR MY PEOPLE!) before that ship would proceed to ram into the fleet, no matter what it does or doesn't do.

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Postby Imperium of France » Mon May 27, 2024 9:12 am

The Skellies wrote:
Imperium of France wrote:La victoire en chantant…
The war fleet Napoleon begans to attack the fleet above the Imperial Remnant headquarters,
Nous ouvre la barrière…
Subjugation fleet De Gaul appears over a system, designated Clovis by the invading force.
De Nord au Midi…
Work camp Saint Theódore is completed.
La trompette guerrière…
A resistance group named “the Red Poppy Movement” has been discovered.
Sonne le heure…
Subjugation fleet Joan d’Arc appears near the Yevelin star, communicating a transmission,
“Surrender now. Long live France”.

As the fleet of 50 began to defend against the fleet, an Imperial Destroyer (A big and bulky, yet slow, and has big but slow weapons. About 10 exist right now) would hyperjump from a nearby system it was patrolling after hearing the transmission.
It would fire its mortars (except with plasma, whatever) that would arc and slam into the Napoleon ships from above.
A few Nelhuk podcraft would also be making it back, sneakily zooming onto the planet to avoid confrontation.
One of the defending spacecraft, led by a Gunsian commander, would slowly begin accelerating.
Ships of the Napoleon would hear this message: "NARL HEGT TEHRBAKA!" (FOR MY PEOPLE!) before that ship would proceed to ram into the fleet, no matter what it does or doesn't do.

While two of the ships were knocked out of the battle, there were still enough ships to tear through the squadron like tissue paper. A barrage of lasers laced out across the dark void, emanating from each of the many ships.
Imperium of France

Patrie, Dieu, Travail

The Imperium of France is a burgeoning ultranationalist one-party military absolute monarchy.
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The Skellies
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Civil Rights Lovefest

Postby The Skellies » Mon May 27, 2024 10:40 am

Imperium of France wrote:
The Skellies wrote:As the fleet of 50 began to defend against the fleet, an Imperial Destroyer (A big and bulky, yet slow, and has big but slow weapons. About 10 exist right now) would hyperjump from a nearby system it was patrolling after hearing the transmission.
It would fire its mortars (except with plasma, whatever) that would arc and slam into the Napoleon ships from above.
A few Nelhuk podcraft would also be making it back, sneakily zooming onto the planet to avoid confrontation.
One of the defending spacecraft, led by a Gunsian commander, would slowly begin accelerating.
Ships of the Napoleon would hear this message: "NARL HEGT TEHRBAKA!" (FOR MY PEOPLE!) before that ship would proceed to ram into the fleet, no matter what it does or doesn't do.

While two of the ships were knocked out of the battle, there were still enough ships to tear through the squadron like tissue paper. A barrage of lasers laced out across the dark void, emanating from each of the many ships.

Mortar fire from the Destroyer rained down on the surface of those ships, while various small spacecraft flew out of it (your average fighter like a tie fighter) and flew to the Napoleon fleet, beginning to fire upon the surface of those ships aswell.
If hit and unable to be saved, those ships would kamikaze onto the french ships.
Mounted heavy turrets on the Destroyer would fire on targets that the Mortar was too slow to hit.

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Corporate Police State

Postby Imperium of France » Mon May 27, 2024 10:55 am

The Skellies wrote:
Imperium of France wrote:While two of the ships were knocked out of the battle, there were still enough ships to tear through the squadron like tissue paper. A barrage of lasers laced out across the dark void, emanating from each of the many ships.

Mortar fire from the Destroyer rained down on the surface of those ships, while various small spacecraft flew out of it (your average fighter like a tie fighter) and flew to the Napoleon fleet, beginning to fire upon the surface of those ships aswell.
If hit and unable to be saved, those ships would kamikaze onto the french ships.
Mounted heavy turrets on the Destroyer would fire on targets that the Mortar was too slow to hit.

Unfortunately, most of the fighters fell upon the shields of the various ships. The fire bounced off, as did the kamikazes,
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby New yugoslavaia » Mon May 27, 2024 11:33 am

In proximity of Garnet (Electryone III) Counter Libration Point
Electryone System

"On another note, the ruling parties of the neighbouring Viduruk and the Yodh Hastia systems have announced their support for our cause. Although there will still be time until diplomatic relations have been fully established, at least we have some allies."
"I knew we weren't alone in our struggle. Now we need to prove to those further afield that we are a legitimate power."
Seated in the control centre of a spacecraft, President Isaac Pavlik conversed with a member of the crew. Much like the bridges of old naval craft, a panoramic screen broadcast the view of the ship's frontal camera.
"Adjutant, I'm curious to know the progress of the deployment of the inhibitors in the Oort cloud."
"From our last report, it's going roughly as projected. Once completed, we should not need to worry about any hostile fleets jumping to Azure...or any of our planets for that matter."
"Good. That's the last thing that we need in such an early phase."
Slowly creeping into view was a blocky, elongated construct. A chain of vertical ridges covered the surface in focus.
"What is this, sir?"
Standing up, Pavlik cleared his throat.
"What you see before all of you is the Thrax Macro Construction Facility. In the coming days, this will serve as one of our major sources for new warships and other vessels in our war of liberation. With advances in fabrication technology and the repossession of all resources within the system, production rates are expected to be high. With a good supply line, you can expect a new battleship within a week at most."
"It is quite the extensive facility. Do you think this is not a little...excessive for our purposes?"
"Do you think that when I brought up 100 hands being able to bring down the Titans I was referring to the other systems? Although an alliance based purely on good will would be beneficial, when the intolerant are involved soft talk will only get you so far. If we are to survive, we need something to enforce our right to exist. This and its products will serve as our big stick."
Yugoslavia's back baby...

How the hell did this happen?
Well...we don't actually know. Just sort of happened one day.
Is it a reunited Yugoslavia in the 21st century? Is a rebel colony world in the far future? Is it a race of cyborg neo-life at war with any assimilating organisms they come across in the far far future? Who knows, who cares?
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby G-Tech Corporation » Tue May 28, 2024 5:31 am

The Midnight Hegemony


First Orbital, System Designation Valida

Long ago, the star Valis of the Valida system had been designated as an Imperial shipyard. One of the foremost assembly points for military formations in the eastern rim of the local cluster, her resplendent lathes, sturdy gantries, and sprawling megalithic architecture had turned out warfleets for the conquest of systems even to the edge of the cosmos, all fueled by exotic engines which drew fabrication mass from the heart of the young stellar furnace near at hand.

House Dorbeorn had been her warden, and remained so, proud and true-hearted, but now abandoned by the chains of fealty in which she had been the freest. Men and engineers who had overseen generations of military might had instead been resigned to watch as their citizens starved in the streets, as the cold night drew in, for their resources had never been devoted to the terraforming of their local worlds, or the production of even basic foodstuffs. Valida was a microcosm of the Empire-that-was, a link in a chain now severed, and her suffering had been great. Her citizens might be able to draw rich ore from the dozen terrestrial bodies which hung in orbit of the central star, but that meant nothing if their bellies were empty and their trade lanes silent.

Now, however, that time of isolation and despair was at an end.

In diplomatic accord, grain barges from Kas Matan had begun to arrive in high orbit over Prismidia, Crownworld of House Dorbeorn. Bristling defenses and empty drydocks watched quietly as small transports docked with the central elevator spire, and deca-tons of vital nutrients began to descend at speed to the world below. The ancient ecumenopolis of House Volitans had greenery and to spare from her space-scraping vertical farms, and a new brotherhood of wise strength would flourish between the growing core of the Hegemony-that-is.

For the shipyards were no longer quiet. The venerable engines were brought to new life, streams of fusion and exotic matter rising once more from the star to be cooled and reacted into peerless milisteel, technologies once the province only of the Augmented now brought to their brothers and sisters in new blood. Unheard of efficiencies would be the count of the restarted fabrication processes, and the defense fleets of the Hegemony would benefit greatly from the addition of the vessels of House Dorbeorn, fifth family of the Hierarchy.
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Pyha-Suomi » Tue May 28, 2024 5:19 pm

After some time, the IPCS Rust caught up to where the drones of the Conglomerate led, now opting to instead sit in the open space and scan around, seeing if they might intercept anything or see any other ships.

Even if there was no-one around, Rusteye found it worth enough his time to send out a hailing signal.

"This is the Destroyer IPCS Rust. Identify yourself and state your affiliation."



(Edit 1 and 2 are fixing minor grammatical errors that irked me, and Edit 3 is just adding this edit message.)
Last edited by Pyha-Suomi on Tue May 28, 2024 5:21 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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"What do you mean 'God told me so' isn't a valid excuse? It works well enough for my people!"

NS Stats are non canon, as declared by God. (I still like looking at them though.)

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