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GREATER ALTAIRE

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Red’s Menace, the flagship of the Altairean Armada, was in the midst of the hyperspace route pushing into FWA territory. The Altairean Heavy Fleet Mediolanum and Light Fleet Alpha were still waiting to disengage from subspace and drop into the border system. Such waiting had an excited anxiousness to it, and the crew brimmed with energy even during the monotonous tasks that maintained the mighty vessel. Admiral Fratanelli Stilicho at this time had retired to his personal quarters for his designated free time and sleep. After an hour examining some old curios and reading a report on a curious ship somewhere in the periphery, the officer’s chef walked in to deliver his dinner. Tonight was simple—Nu’mia bovine steak with roast yam and Ospri sprouts, covered in a class-J fungus sauce. He had some pleasant banter with the Chef Orbus before the gentleman left and the admiral sat down for his dinner. He inhaled the scent of his steak with a small smile, and sighed. It certainly seemed a fine meal, but before he could eat he needed to attend to something.

 

Namely, the identity of the person who was attempting to poison him.

 

Fratanelli had a personal menu of twenty-one meals that he knew intimately. Each one he had personally prepared dozens of times in a precise process using specific pots, pans, utensils, and ingredients. He knew each scent, the exact colouration of the meat and vegetables, and the firmness of each part when raw and cooked. If the one preparing the meal erred from the very specific instructions for preparation they were to start again. If they lacked the ingredients for a scheduled meal, they were to make another from the same menu—no swapping out one ingredient for another. If none of the meals could be prepared, the Admiral would subsist on nutrient blocks and other plain foods until said ingredients could be sourced. This admittedly pedantic system was designed for the purpose of avoiding poisons, which came in a worrying variety in Altaire. In this instance he could smell a distinctly alien bitterness in the sauce upon his steak. He was unsure who would have such gall to attempt this attack, as he had personally investigated the identities of every crewman before embarking and purged all those whose movements he could not account for ten years prior to their service. No reason to consider that now of course, clearly his system failed. Who could it be?

The chef Orbus had been in his service for years and he never had any military or civil defence training, nor the physical prerequisites for it. Orbus knew the menu from memory and had the man noticed the slightest problem with the meal, he knew he could start it again without consequence. A late meal was often a safer meal, after all. As unlikely as it was he was the only suspect. Or, perhaps, the Admiral's bait. The man was well-loved on the ship, after all.

 

Fratanelli picked up the plate, and walked calmly out of his quarters. He made sure to take the route that was in view of as many crewmen as possible. He passed through the bridge and gave a few orders requested clarification on some minor non-issues. He walked past the officer’s mess hall and requested and asked about the location of an officer currently on the bridge. He marched down multiple corridors near the crew quarters and engineering decks, asking about the condition of the small-craft and the functionality of the salvage bays. The crewmen gave him some odd looks on his stroll, but one does not question an Admiral--even one carrying a steak for no discernible reason. A good half-hour of wandering with his dinner and Stilicho arrived at the officer’s kitchens. Orbus, all alone, looked up from his cleaning with some surprise.

“Sir!” He gasped with surprise, and the mildest hint of worry. “You’ve not come here since I was inducted! Was there... trouble with your supper?” He clasped his hands together somewhat sheepishly. His body language indicated nervousness, but that was not surprising given the circumstances.

 

“No problems, Orbus. I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to waste it so I was wondering if you could use something to eat.”

Visible relief washed over the face of Orbus and he relaxed immediately with a laugh.

“Me? Turn down an early dinner?” He slapped his protruding belly. “Banish the thought, sir! Everyone knows I’m always happy finish another man’s meal!” Precisely what Fratanelli was counting on.

 

Orbus happily took the plate from the Admiral’s hands and sat himself down at a bench. Fratanelli made his excuses to mull around, raiding cupboards and storerooms for emergency snacks. After the chef added some extra spices and salt (“No disrespect to your tastes of course, sir!”) he placed the meal in an oven to bring it back to a delectable temperature.

 

Suddenly, the door of the officer’s kitchen swung open and a man dressed in a pilot’s jumpsuit froze in the doorway. A man with no reason to be there, mild perspiration on his brow, and slightly breathless stood statue-still with his eyes on the Admiral. The two men regarded one-another for the briefest second, before Orbus spoke up.

 

“Nouyi my lad, what are y-...“

 

Nouyi’s arm tensed attempting to wrench the door shut again, but it was already too late. The Admiral’s artisan sidearm was already in his hand, and four diamond-tipped rounds struck the young man's upper body. The weapon was an heirloom of Fratanelli's grandfather—a revolver made by the defunct Gallery of Fine Arms, and designed to punch through heavy armour. It was certainly a daft weapon to have on a warship, but adequate for the job at hand. The bullets did not stop in bone and muscle, but instead passed straight through the pilot showering the corridor behind him with chunky gore. His lifeless body was flung backwards into a ragged heap, landing with a wet thud. One last bullet spread the contents of his head in a thin grey paste a foot from his neck. He returned the gun to his holster and turned back to a pale Orbus whose back was pressed hard against the wall.

“Sorry about the mess. The food's poisoned, don't eat it.”

 

Fratanelli calmly made for the door, stepping over the ragged corpse of the pilot. This 'Nouyi' would be reported as a communist agent and orders for greater vigilance dispersed among the fleet. He could have captured him—questioned him certainly, but what good would knowing his handler be? Fratanelli didn’t need to know who wanted him dead. He didn’t want to know. If the wrong person wanted him dead and they knew he knew it would simply make their attempts bolder. Assassination was something he’d been preparing for since he obtained his command and title, but he could not fend off the galaxy. All that mattered now was someone wanted him gone, and it was only a matter of time before they managed it.

 

The clock was ticking.

 

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-250,000C, 200NP, 30M, 10T towards retrofitting and repairing 2 Dreadnought wrecks.
-25,000C + 10NP towards retrofitting and repairing 5 destroyer wrecks.

-30,000C towards hiring yet even more grugs to sift through the remnants of the shattered worlds for even yet more delicious ship bits.
-50,000C + 5M towards 5 farms.

 

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The Kaitiaki Ora

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-Four Destroyers are built.

 

-15 Influence is used in counter-intelligence.

 

-5 is used to establish a level 1 spy operation in Rata.

 

-A single stealth ship continues its journey.

 

-The fleet prepares.

 

-[Redacted Actions]

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F ā l ' s   W o r l d

 

Breaking News - Vennendalische Forces invade peaceful merchant enclaves?

 

"We're standing aboard The Pierce'n'Pierce with Commander Dai-si of the Imperial Navy. Lieutenant, can you tell us a little about what our infallible leaders might be thinking?"

 

"Well, Lieutenant Sera, let me show you something." At that, the well-built Dai-si turned, aiming a laser pointer at a previously-unseen projector screen, on it a map of the old Empire. "As you can see, here we are." She pointed to the center of the map, where Fāl's World sat upon a clearly important-looking hyperlane. "Imperial forces are still in control of the majority of the Inner and Outer Rims, seen here," At that, she aimed her pointer at the Imperial and Republican-controlled territories.

 

"But, as we all know, Irik hold the Core. One warlord, Vennendal, up here," she pointed her cursor past the northern sectors of """Imperial""" control, towards a menacing, gray blob, "Has recently attacked an Imperial trade company that had been charged with containing the Irik. As such, along with the Imperial forces in the Outer Rim, we have no choice but to prevent their ships from entering or leaving our space, or else they'd jeopardize the grain shipments that the Eastern Rim Trade Company provides."

 

Sera nodded along, flashing a perfect newscaster smile to the camera. "There you have it folks. Back to you, Sergeant Ji."

 

"Thanks, Lieutenant Sera," spoke another well-built man in the Valentiin suit nearly every Fāl's Worlder officer, commissioned or not, wore. "Next; HIH Penden's tearful goodbye ceremony as she boards a ship to sunny Orteau. Then, can you guess HIH Cör-ne's new favorite scope? Later, squadron training is beginning in the academies - learn what that means for your young cadet!"

 

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Perhaps the House of Fāl has grown skittish, with the warmongering in their new allies along the Irik border; perhaps they simply have a soft spot for merchants. Whatever the case, Fāl's World announces that it is taking up ERTC bounties and blockading Vennendal-affiliated shipping through its hyperlane, both in an attempt to promote stability in the Core-close region of space and to prevent the Republican turmoil from reaching the Inner Rim.
 

Penden, the very pretty middle sister of the House of Fāl, boards a ship bound for Orteau guarded by 100 Remnant Guards.

 

[12M, 40,000C] - The two state academies on Fāl's World are replaced by four naval industrial-facilities.

 

Order for the Supreme Lord:

-Commworld: 8 Comm Districts, 1 State Academy

-Miningworld: 10 Refineries

 

 

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UNITED VENNENDAL

 


 

 

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A fighter of VFA-02 of the VNS Kolibrie patrols the battlefield around Kreppl Driveyards.

 


 

The Vennendalic fleet stood amidst the desiccated carcasses of the ERTC sector forces. Where once tracers and shells streaked across the starry void, now was black and still. Given the respite, Vennendalic flagship, the VNS Kolibrie, had begun to unfurl its primary radiators; having accumulated tremendous excess heat during the fray. This was much in part to the overworked coilgun batteries the ship was outfitted with. As the ship deployed its heat-dispersing mechanisms, aboard the bridge, the Fleet Admiral garnered his after-action reports from his own bridge crew and the rest of the task force.

 

“...The Adelaar is at 50% hull integrity, Admiral. Captain Bosch is requesting permission to break off.” said a signal officer.

 

Karel sighs, walking to the front of the bridge. “Negative. Tell her she’ll need to institute mobile repairs. We need her and her guns on station.” he says, gazing out towards the battlefield’s aftermath. “We’re not through yet.”

 

The officer nods knowingly, relaying the message with haste, as he turns back to his monitor.

 

Just past the wreckage were the disabled gun batteries and her driveyard. Somewhere out there, destroyers sifted through the debris, shining their floodlights and searching for survivors or anything of value. The prize ships of the ERTC fleet were now nothing more than scrap. Two modern dreadnought hulls had blocked their path, presumably fresh off the lines and pressed into service. Now nothing remained, as a bright inferno engulfed the surrounding area, likely a magazine detonation, sending shrapnel streaking in every direction as the hurtling wreck drifted into obscurity.

 

There would be no prize ships this day, thought Elfering. However, Vennendal was now left with the means to produce her own dreadnoughts, to her own specifications. The Fleet Admiral practically licked his lips as he stared towards the vulnerable driveyards, the future of Vennendal and the backbone of her navy in his sights…

 

“Sweep concluded, sir.” came a voice from behind him.

 

“Good, we’re done here.”

 

“Where to now, sir?”

 

“Onwards.”

 


 

ACTIONS

 

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[20,000C] Salvage teams are commissioned to pick through battlefield wreckage for usable hulls. ((LOOK HERE))

 

[170,000C, 1HP, 20M, 10A, 10T] Beginning Kroonprins construction. (⅓)

[30,000C, 20NP, 6M] Constructing 1 Light Cruisers

[60,000C, 32NP, 16M] Constructing 8 Destroyers

[7,500C, 6NP, 3M] Constructing 30 Freighters

[28,900 * 1.5 = 43,350C, 14,450] Purchasing 85 Food

[5,040 * 1.5 = 7,560C, 2520 difference] Purchasing 14 Alloys

304,470

 

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Duchy of Castrillon

          As the reports of victory rolled in, Kalei couldn’t help but smile. The nitwit Eteroa would regret the day he denied the generous offer extended to him. They told him he would need at least a legion’s worth of men to take the Labyrinth, yet Castrillon’s finest took the facility with nothing more than their pods and their bravery. This came at a cost of course, his uncle’s fleet was all but decimated. This was a sacrifice he was willing to take however. Now his uncle could return to watching for Erasmis with the remains of his fleet, and he and his cousin could continue to rattle Eteroa’s cage further. The rat would be dead within the next year or so no doubt. As he scrolled through the after action combat reports of every ship under his command, something interesting crossed the lord regent’s eyes. A particular rear admiral by the name of Steiner helped win the day, or so a majority of the reports seem to indicate. The Lord Regent has made a note to bring up the rear admiral’s name at the next Hui Ariki for a knighthood and promotion if viable. A true hero of the Empire. Nonetheless there is still work to be done, and the pact will need ships to accomplish said work. Eight new cruisers are set to join the fleet next year, along with 50 troop transports. There will not be another year like this in quite some time, so the Lord Regent basks in its glory while he has it.
 

Actions:
5 units of transports. (12,500 C, 5 M)
 

3 Light Cruisers. (90,000 C, 60 NP,  18M)

5 Armored Cruisers (250,000, 125 NP, 45 M, 10 A, 10 T)

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Orteau

 

Statpost, been skiing all week :heh:

 

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-84 of the fuel purchased this turn is bought on Fal’s World, to fuel their expedition.

 

-4 heavy cruisers join Orteau’s fleet. [$200,000, 100 NP, 36 M, 8 A, 8 T]

 

-2 light cruisers are produced to join the screens. [$60,000, 40 NP, 12 M]

 

-The threat of Eteroa looms on the border, and so the Tenierts tone down their extravagance…within reason, that is. The wedding of Archibald Teniert to Penden Fal is accompanied only by a single national holiday, and the ceremony itself takes place in one of the relatively smaller halls of Keep Teniert, accompanied by a stark black and white aesthetic. For miles around the streets are lined with soldiers, and the guest list is notably short. On the whole, it feels less like a celebration and more a show of force. Archibald at least is happy - he seems smitten with his new wife, and they soon leave for the paradise world of Montresor, far from the fighting.[$15,000 spent on raising influence]




 

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House Matareka

"Technology and Martial Might"

 

Mokihi Matareka stares up, at the shimmering array of the planetary shields. It could be mesmerizing if one looked, even more so when under bombardment. Thankfully this world was not under threat, they lived in peace. But the Imperial Squire knew there was always a price to pay for such stability. Skyscrapers soar all around him, full of neon lighting, and teeming with life. These people thought their finances kept them safe, never giving a second thought to who protects them. Even on the border, the Matarekas had endeavored to shelter their jewel. Many wondered why money even had any meaning, besieged as they were. But the Capitalist market executives had a good way of clamping down such talk.

 

Though the shield was all he could see, Mokihi was truly gazing up at something greater. Battlefleet Roko's Legacy hung in orbit above, marshaling for the past two years. While Lord Matareka was away on unexplained ventures, he had tasked his banner-men to rally the standing navy. From across the Stellarchy Captains answered the call to arms. It was true, House Matareka has been lucky not to be attacked for years now. But it was not Mokihi's way to sit idly by and hope to not be remembered. No, he would take the fight to them, to let them know the Third Empire still resist them.

 

At long last, Roko's Legacy has marshaled in full. These men and officers were some of the finest the Empire has to offer, and have been tempered even further by 50 years of constant war. Just like their leader, they're not one to sit idly by. Morale is soaring as the fleet enters the hyper-lanes, finally, humanity is bringing the war to the Irik again.

 

Mod Actions

 

Mokihi Matareka sends a psionic message to loudly resonate throughout the entire galaxy. "House Matareka survives, and brings fire and blood to the Irik. WE WILL NOT PASS QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT" It is a call to arms, and also a way to grant factions the knowledge needed to communicate with Mokihi Matareka if they desire.

 

Financial Actions

 

[From turn 2] Building 10 Transports -25k C, 10 M, 20 NP

1 Destroyer -10k C, 2 M, 4 NP

1 AS -5k C, 2 M, 1 NP

 

500k Imperial Standard Infantry -25,000 C, 6 AP, 6 M        

500k Militia 5,000 C    1 AP        2 M

 

5 I into House of Bones

 

[Current Turn] 

 

Building 1 CL -30k C, 20 NP, 6 M

1 Destroyer -10k C, 2 M, 4 NP

1 AS 1 AS -5k C, 2 M, 1 NP

 

500k Imperial Standard Infantry -25,000 C, 6 AP, 6 M        

500k Militia 5,000 C    1 AP        2 M

 

10 I into House of Bones

 

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SHATTERED SUNS
Year 10.424 AE

The Horn Sounds
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"The Senate gave me the great honor of commanding the efforts at Buath in a blatant attempt to rob the Emperor of his supporters - by trapping me here, doomed to spend the rest of my time as Stellarch in a ceaseless and wretched conflict with no end in sight - all the while knowing my honor would not allow me to defy their demands”
-Excerpt from the Journal of Stellarch Nalani

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Events

 

THE DRUMS BEAT

“And behold, he sat upon a pale horse.”
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As the Alamarii war against the Warlord Eteroa rages, the forces of the Mindbender are once more spurred into action, capitalizing on the turmoil to their south. Erasmis orders one of his lieutenants, Fiirkev, to lead the effort against Eteroa’s realm. Known for his fleets’ speed and agility,  Fiirkev’s ships burn hard across the border - overwhelming the tiny force left behind to defend it. Those unfortunate enough to be captured by the Fleetmaster are affixed to his flagship’s engines, slowly cooked and eventually incinerated in their EVA suits as he spools his drives. With the gates breached, Fiirkev sets his sights on the Labyrinth, determined to destroy anything that might stand in the way of his further conquests..

Fiirkev’s advance has, coincidentally, coincided with many other Irik movements throughout the galaxy. To the north, the IDI has reported significant clashes with the Red-Gold Concordat, and the House of Bones is reported to once more be on the move by Fourth Empire intelligence.

 

DIVINE WINDS
“Hear me, San’var, for I walk upon the very thread of destiny. Where I go, salvation follows.”
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With the Colonial capital in ruins, the momentum of Atu-an only continues to grow. As the year turns, the Heavenly Fleet continues its conquest northwards, coming to blows with the reorganized Colonial Fleet just across the border. Reinforced by the first wave of capital ships from their newly captured Driveyards - and ‘divine intervention’ as many have claimed, the Heavenly Fleet once more reigns victorious, dealing significant casualties to the Colonial Armada in the process, who is once more forced to retreat east. In the wake of yet another victory, a slew of planets have either surrendered, or have been outright conquered by the Heavenly Kingdom, effectively cutting the Colonies in half.

To the west, continued border skirmishes against the USSC have tipped in favor of Atu-an, and several planets which had previously been contested by the two powers are occupied by the forces of Heaven while Communist fleets and assets are pulled from the region en masse.


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The Grand Duchy of Alamar

The Dryden’s anticipate the coming of a storm, one which they intend to weather.

Greater Altaire

Another batch of contractors pick through Altaire’s westernmost and only un-scavenged major battlefield. The work is carried out without much issue, locating a number of valuable hulls that could be repurposed, along with many more that could not. A report is on Admiral Fratenelli’s desk by the years’ end.
2 BB - 125,000 C / 100 NP / 15 M / 5 T (2 turns) (priced individually)

8 DD - 5,000 C / 2 NP / 0 M (1 turn) (priced individually)


The Kaitiaki Ora

Spiders move across webs. A hand reaches out from the dark. (Discord)


Fal’s World

Compliance with ERTC directives proves to be a massive boon for Fal’s world. The Company is more than willing to toss pennies to the disparaged imperials in exchange for the enforcement of their blockade, and as such, a huge amount of wealth flows into the system.

United Vennendal

With Vennendal’s almost total victory over the local ERTC forces, the sector has largely gone quiet. Reports from the north, however, indicate that Universal Security scrambles - in fear of invasion themselves. Several defense fleets have been activated, and their facilities to the north have ramped up production in order to combat and potential incursions.

Salvage teams pick through the battlefield on the border. Among the wreckage is many Irik and Imperial ships, the majority of which have been rendered totally unusable.
1 BB - 125,000 C / 90 NP / 10 M / 5 T (2 turns)
3 CA - 30,000 C / 15 NP / 9 M / 1 A (priced individually)

Duchy of Castrillon

Not long after the fall of Labyrinth, the Castrillonian Fleet’s sensors and communication arrays are in a flurry. Fiirkev, a prominent Irik warlord and lieutenant of Erasmis has overran Eteroa’s border defenses and now burns hard for the Labyrinth, dead set on the facilities’ destruction.

Orteau

Another year passes in Orteau.

 

House Matareka

Unfortunately for House Matareka, many of the Irik across the border share the Lord Matareka’s sentiments. A report from the House of Bones’ space indicates a large battle fleet on the move east. Furthermore, panic spreads across the eastern border as a number of Irik raiding vessels appear from the House of Suns laying waste to a large convoy before retreating back across the border. [25,000 lost in goods and assets.]

House Matareka’s message receives mixed signals from the rest of the galaxy. Many are far from pleased to learn of the survival of the Traitor’s house but they would rather that Imperials cling onto their worlds rather than the Irik.


APOLOGIES FOR THE SHORT POST. I AM OUT OF ACTION.

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GREATER ALTAIRE

250,000C, 200NP, 30M, 10T towards retrofitting and repairing 2 Dreadnought wrecks.
40,000C, 16NP towards repairing and retrofitting 8 destroyers.
20,000C, 10NP, 5M, 1A towards repairing and retrofitting 1 Support Carrier.
30,000C, 12NP, 12M towards 3 squadrons of bombers and 3 squadrons of fighters.
 

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Grand Duchy of Alamar

Year: 10,423

 

Overview and Story

 

The invasion of loyalist space had begun, there was no time to be lost and a state of emergency was declared within the Grand Duchy and all resources were dedicated to military production. That which was lost in the Labyrinth had to be replaced and pushed to the frontlines posthaste. The Grand Duke and his siblings had no time for politics or leisure, it was all work. 


 

Expenditure 

 

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Five Reclamator Heavy Cruisers are laid down [300,000C, 125NP]

 

Two Light Cruisers are laid down [60,000C, 40NP]

 

Influence is spent to smooze the warlords Rakena and Kanu, along with gifts for the loyalist warlords[60I, 30 to each, 50,000C to each]

 

The Merchant men holding onto the Drive Yards would be contacted and the Alamarii would attempt to smooze them in order to order a new flagship laid down [30I]

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F ā l ' s   W o r l d

 

 

 

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Halfway across the Mid Rim, the Vennendalische government panicked and cursed the name of Fāl's World as the ERTC blockade was honored. On the crossroads of the Inner and Mid Rims, however, one of the biggest parties Fāl's World had ever seen was being hosted in celebration.

 

First came the ERTC tankers, laden with spoils equivalent to their new, distant colonies - ships full of oil, ready to power the planet's industry. Then came the treasure ships, filled with rare and exotic animals, gemstones, drinks and drugs - enough to pay for Legion XXXIV on its own. As they transferred the newfound resources on-world, the Legion officials, after conferring with their Governess-General, made an executive decision. They'd use some of their new wealth.

 

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[25,000C] - In lounges, bars and officer clubs across the capital, exotic liquors and drugs, imported Inner Rim hookers and unique dishes flood their tables and bars, bought and paid for by the Planetary Command Center for a self-indulgent week of festivities, nearly every figure of note from mayor-up, and definitely every attractive figure on the planet, in attendance. The ERTC representatives, in-system to assist with the blockade management and act as a liason for the yearly resource transfer, are invited to the very best - the hotel bar in the Command Center itself, which had been turned into a giant nightclub specifically for the occasion, and in which every important adult on Fāl's World let loose for the wee.

 

Of course, only those with reservations are allowed into the Orsia Command Center's actual restaurant. Great sea urchin ceviche.

 

 

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UNITED VENNENDAL

 


 

“Though we’ve acquired the ERTC’s worlds, we’ve also inherited their security concerns. Sir, that being the border we now share with the Irik House of Storms.” said XO Scheel, head buried in his datapad, swiping away.

 

“Well, you better get cozy. I’ll be making this battlefleet’s station, so that we can properly respond to any Storms incursion.”

 

“Wise choice sir, this particular house and their Baron, well-”

 

“I know, Scheel.” said Elfering, steely eyed as he gazed upon the surface of the world beneath his fleet. “And I’ll protect these people as our own. Vennendalers.”

 

Hm, went the XO, who busied himself as he continued to access a feed of valuable information. “Ah. Our food situation was already stretched, Admiral. The ERTC blockade has stopped all imports, and our domestic production cannot meet the needs. The addition of these new worlds will only strain us further.”

 

“We’ll make it work. Institute rationing.” nods Elfering.

 

Scheel shrugged, “I’ll notify the planetary governor.”

 

As the XO walked over to one of the comm terminals, Elfering was left to himself at the tactical display map in the center of the ship’s CIC. With his hands, he pinched the display, zooming out upon the local galactic community- now some thirty stars, beneath the flag of Vennendal.

 

On all sides he was surrounded- by ravenous Irik, pitiful Imperial loyalists, a rapidly militarizing conglomerate, and a Republic beholden to the whims of merchants. It wasn’t optimal, Elfering thought, but he’d play the cards he was dealt.

 

For now, he could only wait- hoping that his name’s weight would hold and his contacts would make good on their promises.

 


ACTIONS

 

[1 HP] Continuing Kroonprins construction (⅔)

[150,000C, 20M] Constructing 10 Smelteries on Devoort

[100,000C] Constructing 10 Mines on Baas

[30,000C, 3M] Constructing 3 Farms on Sus

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Orteau

 

 

Eloise could barely bring herself to look out the window as the palace-moon of Kaumai slipped beyond the horizon, engulfed in black smog. So close to their goal, so far from safety. The others with her felt the same - whenever their nondescript shuttle rattled in Kaumai’s atmosphere, she could hear their heartbeats quicken. All but one, that is.

 

Deeper into the smoke. Eloise opened her mouth to speak. Barely a sound escaped before the man in front of her turned and cut her off.

 

“You would rather go back? After all this way?” The man was a  hook-nosed, greasy creature, but he had kept the green eyes. A small piece of vanity maybe, but Eloise struggled to keep that thought from her head.

 

“You would leave me to fend for myself?”

 

“Of course not,” Eloise managed, in a whisper.

 

“Of course not.” The man echoed, and glanced out the window at the roiling, thick sky. “The Labyrinth is destroyed. Just now. We are needed here more than ever, and I for one welcome that duty.”

 

It took a moment for Eloise to process the news, but once she did her face hardened. “It’s just…normally we know what to expect.”

 

“I know what to expect,” said the man, turning away. “We will all do what’s expected of us, regardless of the circumstances.”

 

Yet even so, under the mask, Eloise thought she could hear her lady’s heart flutter.

 

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-With fuel prices skyrocketing, a refining complex is constructed on Orteau’s single fuel world.

 

-The rest of Orteau’s money goes into buying gas. :wagie:

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Duchy of Castrillon

               With the losses at the Labyrinth, Kalei looks to replenish his cruiser count by twofold in the next five years. This will no doubt be a strenuous task, but one he is looking forward to taking on. Other than ship construction, the continued battling of Irik forces is all that remains left to do for some time. Admiral Keanu's report indicates that a majority of the Irik fleet was dealt with yet a sizeable portion still escaped. Regardless the enemy at the gates were defeated and Castrillon is safe again, for now. 


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4 Light Cruisers. (120,000 C, 80 NP,  24M)

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SHATTERED SUNS
Year 10.425 AE

The torch is lit.
====-----<<>>-----====
Events

 

WESTWARD
“Providence points to the West, San’var” “As you command, Seer.”

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With many colonial worlds having been isolated from the central government as a result of the following year of campaigns, the ire of the Heavenly Kingdom bares down upon the West. Lacking any significant sector defense fleets, and offered favorable terms, the West folds to Atu-an without a single shot being fired. A month later, the Heavenly Emperor, Hau-ti, decrees that the western worlds - largely abandoned following The Collapse, must be reclaimed. All are made aware, these worlds fall under the custodianship of the Heavenly Kingdom of Atu-an.

The Emperor’s fascination with the vacant western territories is not exactly clear, but rumors speak of ancient relics and derelict marvels - long abandoned by the former Colonies that the Emperor wishes to restore.

LEAVES IN THE WIND
“The Mindbender has been allowed to fester for too long..”

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After the Mindbender’s show of force, much of the southern Empire’s warlords are thrown into a state of terror or confusion. Blood runs hot as the various successor-admirals scramble to find their bearings. Those close to the Pact’s border speculate the imminent arrival of a much, much larger second wave and begin to make ready preparations to drive back yet another Great Irik Crusade, in the event that their northern neighbors succumb to the horde.

Further south, the warlords run rampant, and the year is characterized by an intense increase of skirmishes and minor scuffles along the border regions of the various domains and territories. Of these scuffles, the most significant is spearheaded by the Lord Taanga; Who, using a series of well calculated strikes, snatches more than a few of his neighbors' systems almost simultaneously. Reports indicate that the Admiral was able to accomplish this despite the ERTC providing his adversaries with both monetary and material funding.

Among the sea of voices, though, one desire emerges, crystal clear. The Sons and Daughters of the Empire cry out for a unifier. No longer can they remain divided among themselves against the Star-Breaker and his legions. There must be an heir. There must be unity.

THE PIRATE KING RETURNS
“A pity we cannot dwell longer.. Orteau is beautiful this time of year.”

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While the Pact fends off the Irik incursion in far away systems, Aokigahara, The Dread Pirate, emerges from yet another brief absence. It is mid-summer on Orteau when his ships exit from hyperspace, descending onto the scantily defended capital of the Teniert domain. In his approach many of the numerous trade vessels in the busy system are set upon by Aokigahara while attempting to flee, and many more are simply destroyed in port.

The Pirate King’s marauders fall upon the capital below, and more specifically, the monolithic Teniert keep, which extends all the way into the stratosphere. Their stay is not long, repelled from the surface by the sole Orteauan legion on the planet in short order. A fair amount of pilfering, though, was carried out - even while facing total casualties and several very valuable items have been confirmed as stolen; including a famous portrait of the late lord Ashweather Teniert’s grandfather.

Most tragically, young Ashweather II Teniert is allegedly missing - captured directly from the Teniert Keep in the chaotic fighting against the brief pirate incursion. His fate, at present, remains unknown.

Having been repelled from the surface, Aokigahara’s fleet does not dwell long, jumping into hyperspace much richer than they came.
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Greater Altaire

The Stellarch dreams of six red banners, hanging still above a great archway, of a fine table with five legs and four plates, of a tall man with three eyes, two of which are closed, of an Emperor with one heart.

Grand Duchy of Alamar

Alamar receives a communication from the Eastern Rim Trading Company. They are willing to replace the lost Alamari Flagship for a mere 300,000 credits (WELL below market price), and a stipulation…

Fal’s World

“I see they’ve omitted the pork loin with lime jello” one attendee remarks amidst the slew of festivities

United Vennendal

 

After a great deal of deliberation within the Republican Senate, and more than a few backdoor dealings, the blockade on Vennendal is overturned, narrowly. Manhuera reports to Lord Elfering that the motion was undone at the price of more than a significant amount of his influence. An act he hopes his son-in-law will not soon forget…

Withe blockade lifted, though, comes the onset of merchant raiders, pirates, and ERTC squadrons which still prowl the hyperlanes in hopes of damaging Vennendalic shipping. [35,000 credits lost]


Orteau

Disaster strikes Orteau! With the protection of its fleet so far away, The Pirate King is free to take as he pleases and plunder what he may. For much of the year, he runs rampant in Orteau’s space and even launches a raid against Keep Teniert itself (though it is almost instantly repelled by Teniert ground troops.) In the aftermath, though, it is apparent that young Ashweather II Teniert has been abducted by the pirates. No word has yet come from Aokigahara.
[50,000 credits lost in pirate actions]


Duchy of Castrillon

With news of the Pact victory over Fiirkev having spread to much of the galaxy, even with the destruction of the Labyrinth considered, many Loyalists have been instilled with confidence regarding the Alamar Pact. The Lord Regent receives a communication late in the year from Grand Admiral Rakena, and Admiral Kailani soon after, both of which are interested in aligning with Pact..

Hyperboreia

The torch is lit. The darkness of night fades. [Discord]

 

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