3.5E - Shattered Suns [RP]

[bickando 3388]

F ā l ' s   W o r l d

 

"Oh hohoho, well what about the massacres in the Republic, honey? Doesn't that affect us too, I mean, do you know anything about the Republic how like, the Atu-an are killing like, tons of Matarekans over there?"

 

"Come on, Brīs, there are a lot more important problems than the Republic to worry about."

 

"Like what?"

 

"Well we have to end the Irik occupation, for one, and slow down the flagship arms race. Stop communism, and galactic hunger. We have to provide food, and shelter, for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination - and promote civil rights! While also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional, Imperial values. Most importantly, we have to promote general, social concern, and less materialism in our people."

 

"Admiral, how thought-provoking."

 

- Audio logs from the bridge of The Card, captured during the battle over Etena, 10427.

 

 

-The five hulls scavenged are carted back to Fāl's World, though no action is done yet with them - instead they sit derelict and in bare orbit next to the battleship hull undergoing repairs. Apparently, a deal is in the midst of being struck.

 

-The second psykic found on Fāl's World, trained as a member of the XXXIVth Signaling Corps, is given his first assignment - to send constant and pointless psykic communications to the surmised location of Hi'raks fleet and ships, doing his best to frustrate the Irik and give them headaches as they attempt to escape. 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2464]

Grand Duchy of Alamar

Year: 10,427

 

Overview and Story

 

Alamar was in mourning, one of its most prominent sons had fallen in battle the patriarch of the noble Folau family had fallen in his efforts to fight back against the Irik and its genocidal admiral. Born on Alamar as the Folau family finds its origins in the Grand Duchy it had hit many of the nobility and common folk hard. The Dryden family is in particular wearing naught but black in this time and as the new flagship of the Alamarii Navy arrives in system it fires off a gun salute in respect for the fallen Lord Regent. Similarly respect and ceremonies are given for Grand Admiral Sorin but more in line with traditional Imperial Culture rather than Alamarii Customs and religion. 

 

Expenditure 

 

 

Four Reclamator Class Heavy Cruisers would be laid down [240,000, 36M, 8A, 8T]

[Samoblivion 531]

 

10,427

 

STELLARCHY OF MATENE

 

 

WAR! A grand invasion of the Mateni Rebel territories is launched at the end of the year. But rumour has it that Prince Tanalar called off his own personal involvement in the campaign for personal business. What business could possibly draw the Glorious away from a chance to prove his martial prowess is any man's guess.

 

 

"... Surely my most prized possession. If ever  I had an equal..."

 

 

 

Actions:

• 4 x Fighter Squadrons constructed. (20,000 C, 8 NP, 8 M).
• 1 x Bomber Squadron constructed. (5000 C, 2 NP, 2 M).
• 12 x Destroyers constructed. (120,000 C, 48 NP, 24 M).
• 1,000,000 Infantry retrained to Imperial Standard. (40,000 C, 10 AP, 8 M).

 

[Zanderaw 161]

Orteau

 

 

-REDACTED [16 I]

-REDACTED [12 I]

 

-Orteau completes the restoration of one of its recovered dreadnoughts. [80 NP]

 

-Two CAs are produced [$100,000, 50 NP, 18M, 4 A, 4 T]

 

-Another 500 adjudicators are initiated beneath Keep Teniert. None but Adrien know. [$40,000, 8M, 2A, 2T]

 

-Across the Mandate, House Teniert organizes a vast memorial for the fallen heroes of Etena, chief among them Lord Sorin. His sacrifice for the Mandate is admirable, and no doubt history will remember him as an old ally of the Tenierts, who generously guarded their rightful land on their behalf… [$54,000 on buying influence]

 

 

THE ALAMARAN MANDATE

 

-The imperial government buys three extra T from Castrillon at market prices, to balance their budget. [$49,740]

 

-3 light cruisers are produced to fill out Admiral Nailani’s spotty screen.

Edited February 7, 2022 by Zanderaw

[TankM1A2 840]

 

VENNENDAL

 

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[6 NP, 4,500C] Repairing the Langevelde

[3 NP, 2,250C] Repairing the Meskwaak

[4 NP, 3,000C] Repairing the Vierakker

 

[40 NP, 100,000C, 20M] Constructing 10 Destroyers

[60 NP, 90,000C, 18M] Constructing 3 Light Cruisers

[50 NP, 100,000C, 18M, 4A] Constructing 2 Heavy Cruiser

[Krefarus 65]

SHATTERED SUNS
Year 10.428 AE

The moon rises.
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music

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Events

FALLING STARS
“Imperial ships, staggered line!”


Far to the West, the warlord Tahiwai’s invasion of the Fourth Empire reaches a relative climax as reinforcements from his domain stream across the border into the domain of the Lord of a Thousand Stars, Tuakeo II. The local Imperial forces, having contained Tahiwai’s aggression for the past few years despite the lack of any reinforcements are finally forced into a pitched battle over the moon of Pharik.

What ensues is a short and brutal engagement where the numerically superior forces of Tahiwai systematically dismantle and decimate the Imperial fleet, wiping out a whole portion of the Imperial Fleet in a single fell swoop.. Reports from the front indicate that such a disaster was caused in part by the now deceased Admiral Alten apparently falling gravely ill mere days before the battle.  Precious few of the valuable ships manage to escape the conflict and flee north in order to regroup with other Imperial formations.

With Tahiwai’s victory in the south come the spoils, and the whole region virtually surrenders to the Warlord overnight rather than risk any sort of ground invasion. With the south having fallen so rapidly, Imperial forces scramble to regain their bearings. Though Tahiwai’s next move remains unknown, the path to Sa’tava, the Imperial Capital, lay open..


Beyond the False Idols
“Our readings are obscured, Seer.” “Then we will go on foot, Prepare to land!”


The device’s slow and rhythmic beeps rose steadily in frequency as the group of men, up to their knees in the murky water, continued forwards across the marshy terrain, their sleek black armor so covered in mud and foliage from their long journey that only brief glints of the armor’s ornate trim shone when the far off sun managed to penetrate the world’s smothering canopy. With each ping, hearts rose, they were nearly there. Bolts were primed, ammunition checked, and sensors dialed in.

Forced by the planet’s sheer inaccessibility to travel on foot, the group had moved in almost total silence for the past week. By this point, their rations had begun to run dangerously low, and each night, the sounds from the surrounding forest only grew more and more ominous. If any among them had wanted to turn back, their opinion was not made known. Orders compelled them forwards. Orders, and the presence of their Master. There was not one within their ranks who would not die for his liege, regardless of circumstances.

“We draw near.” The man, nestled within the protection of the group’s core, announced. His voice was old and weathered, a certain level of authority emanated from it.

After a short eternity, the first gun barrel split through the wall of vines and plantlife into the clearing and there it stood. Even the endless forest grew around it, leaving a respectful distance. The device by now was pinging like a racing heart, and its operator shut it off. As the group slowly filtered into the clearing, their weapons lowered one by one. The man approached the object.

“Heaven has bestowed upon us this gift. Step lightly, for we tread upon the thread of destiny.” The man announces, a hint of wonder touching his voice.

It was old, ancient even. As his eyes fell upon all angles of its surface, examining every feature of its structure, the group slowly fanned out, establishing a perimeter, taking their samples and readings. His hand reached forwards towards the black, weathered stone, and as it did a smile crept across his face.

The surface of the monument bent and twisted and contorted. Its smooth face began to collapse inwards. A dim light shone out from its cracks and grooves, growing brighter with every passing second. The very clearing began to thrum with vibrations and the ground shook. The faint chirping of birds and insects and all other manners of fauna fell silent all at once. The many guards spun to face the object in awe. And the man began to see more clearly…

THE WHEEL TURNS
“... and his wisdom will be known throughout all the land..”


Imperial histories speak of the days of the High Empire of old, in eons past, when the psykic arts flourished, and their practitioners were numerous. It was during these days where humanity enjoyed an age of unmatched prosperity,  and plenty. No soul lived in want or need, and the splendor of Kaumai’s imperial palace extended to every world under the Emperor’s dominion, or so it is said.

Though such days are long since past, many whisper of their return. With each passing year, the emergences and discoveries of new psykics only become more numerous. And as such, the human galaxy is more connected than it has been in almost 2,000 years. News travels fast among the shattered suns of the Third Empire, and despite the instability and chaos which reigns, many speak of the impending return of the glories of yore..
[+ 3 T1 psykics for all nations. +1 T2 psykic for all nations.]

For the galaxy’s many psykics this year is especially hectic. They find their emotions greatly heightened. Their hearts burn for action.

THE BELLS TOLL
“Quickly, Quickly! The Grand-Admiral is dead!”


The long dormant Imperial Reclamation Fleet,  led by the Grand Admiral Otikoro, is suddenly thrust into turbulence when, following a routine strategy meeting, Otikoro is suddenly and unexpectedly assassinated by several of his lieutenants. Speculation on the man’s sudden demise is rampant, and many of his more loyal commanders are quick to fling accusations at the various officer cliques and factions which are present within the fleet.

More pressing, however, is the matter of leadership. In the vacuum left by Otikoro, many rush to claim his position for themselves. In the days that follow his assassination, the whole fleet nearly collapses as the ex-imperials turn on on each other one by one. Gunfire and skirmishes aboard the many ships of the fleet are almost non-stop, and the death toll quickly mounts as long-held grudges and ambitions are unleashed.

After several weeks of bloodshed, the dust settles and a single man remains triumphant, Kur’skan Ahani, the leader of a steadily rising faction of anti-xeno extremists within the fleet that many accuse of adhering to the tenants of the Great Purge. With his rise to power, Ahani promises imminent action. The Glorious Restoration will begin.

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Greater Altiare

Derrum got what he deserved!

Duchy of Castrillon

This day extracts a heavy toll.

Fal’s World

The next chapter. (discord)

Grand Duchy of Alamar

A period of mourning.

Stellarchy of Matene

War against the perfidious rebels..

Orteau

Adrien’s fleet pursues the Zealot..

Vennendal

The war against the merchants continues…

Hyperboreia

The Purge marches on..

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2464]

Grand Duchy of Alamar

Year: 10,428

 

Overview and Story

 

Continued efforts of construction are made in aid of the great reclamation of the galactic core, destroyers must be rebuilt, cruisers must be launched and lives must be spent in good measure. 

 

Expenditure 

 

 

Twenty Five Destroyers are laid down to replenish losses incurred from repelling the mindbenders forces! [100NP, 50M, 250,000 ]

 

Efforts are made to find a suitable tutor for many of the new psychics in the realm of Alamar, with attention to be given to the psychic second son of the Grand Duke. [30I]

 

Alamars security services are put to work to counter any infiltration. [30I]

[Catostrophy 111]

Greater Altaire

 

 

Grand Admiral Stilicho rubbed his forehead with a grimace. The invasion had gone relatively well, although Altairean casualties were higher than he had hoped. The planet beneath them had made the decision not to surrender which both gladdened and frustrated him. Supreme Leader Fumigalli, his deranged half-brother, would not accept the communist’s defeat without at least one planet being obliterated. Fratenelli had performed this task with all the emotion of completing a tax-return, yet their stubbornness irritated him. Some fanatics simply could not be reasoned with.
 

Rolling migraines confined him to quarters more than he liked. He wasn’t sure why, but they always began when he was around large groups of people. He had ensured he was not being attacked somehow, and he initially assumed it was stress. However, uncomfortable feelings kept rising up within him almost foreign to his perceptions. Sometimes he thought he could hear quiet talking when his back was turned, only to see the usual silent guards or technicians marching by. Each day he feared the family sickness was taking hold. The three gentlemen now standing before him hardly helped his growing concern for his sanity.

“Are you clear on your mission?” Stilicho rasped.

“Yes sir.” Captain Maccus saluted.

“In not a single way am I lacking in cognizance of your request, sir!” Snivelled Captain Fiblio.
 

“I have been paid, and therefore my skills - and mind - are at your service, Admiral.” Smirked the ‘merchant’ Q’ohar Voa.

“Any other questions?” the Admiral replied tersely, pouring a glass of ice-water into a towel.
 

The room was silent for a moment, before Maccus piped up.

“Why Vaka, sir? It’s very remote.”

Stilicho waved away his words with a pained wince. “It’ll be in the written briefing, and Mr Voa will know more. I’ll have a shuttle prepped for your departure. Leave me.”

The men filed out the door, and the Admiral locked it behind them, turned out his lights, and lay quietly with the towel over his face.

As he slept, he dreamt of other people’s problems, and voices quietly whispering from the void...

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-74,250C, 99NP towards repairing several poor, smacked up warships.
-125,000C, 50NP, 10M, 5A, 5T, towards refurbishing and repairing 1 dreadnought wreck.
-80,000C, 25NP, 7M, 3A, 5T, towards 1 Onager-Class Battleship.
-60,000C, 40NP, 12M, towards 2 Light Cruisers.
-100,000C, 50NP, 18M, 4A, 4T, towards 2 Heavy Cruisers.
-75,000C, 15NP, 20M, 5A, 5T, towards 5 Stealth Ships.
-50,000C towards searching for battleship hulls.
-20,000C towards a special friend.
-3I towards...........SOMETHING.............

 

Edited February 13, 2022 by Catostrophy

[TankM1A2 840]

 

VENNENDAL

 

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[14 NP, 10,500C] Repairing the Vriesland

[4 NP, 3,000C] Repairing the Kolibrie

[4 NP, 3,000C] Repairing the Rosenveldt

 

[75,000C, 18AP, 18M] Recruiting 1,500,000 Imperial Standard Infantry

[100 NP, 150,000C, 30M] Constructing 5 Light Cruisers

[40 NP, 100,000C, 20M] Constructing 10 Destroyers

[Zanderaw 161]

Orteau

 

-REDACTED [16 I]

-REDACTED [24 I]

 

A full 1,500 adjudicators join the Tenierts’ service.

 

-With the war ongoing within Mandate borders, Teniert displays remain relatively austere…at least at first glance. Under the delicate touch of Adrien’s brother Alain, many members of the house are seen publicly to be engaging in patriotic duties and generally fulfilling their noble obligations. No expense is spared on publicizing any of it. [$66,000 on buying influence]

 

 

THE ALAMARAN MANDATE

 

-The government trains up 300,000 imperial standard heavy infantry to guard the eastern approach.

 

-A single light cruiser is commissioned.

[Samoblivion 531]

10,428

 

STELLARCHY OF MATENE

 

War comes on two fronts! Answering the plight of the Fourth Empire's core territory, the bulk of the grand invasion fleet reclaiming the rebel territories changes course and begins the journey to the Throne of a Thousand Stars. Tanalar will personally ride to the defense of the true empire, and see off the upstart Tahiwai.

 

The offensive against the rebellion does not cease, however. Admiral Karahu remains with a slimmed down fleet and the 1st Legion to continue his campaign.

 

 

 

Actions:

• The 1st Fleet repositions to the military world of Lochos, on the border between Matene, the 4E Core and Tahiwai. Scrambler active.
• The 2nd Fleet, being the skeleton fleet left under Karahu, jumps to the next rebel system.
• 10 x Freighters constructed. (25,000 C, 20 NP, 10 M).
• 5 x Heavy Cruisers constructed. (250,000 C, 125 NP, 45 M, 10 A, 10 T).
• 10 x Stealth Ships constructed. (150,000 C, 30 NP, 40 M, 10 A, 10 T).
• 20 x Destroyers constructed. (200,000 C, 80 NP, 40 M.)
• 1,000,000 Infantry retrained to Imperial Standard. (40,000 C, 10 AP, 8 M).

 

[Krefarus 65]

SHATTERED SUNS
Year 10.429 AE

The stars gleam above the rising moon.
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Events

A RISING TIDE
“It is finished, Admiral, surrender your ships.”


Within the Outer and Mid Rims, the Republican Civil War continues to rage, entering into its fourth and most bloody and decisive year yet. In the central Republic, a year of careful maneuvering between Akamau and Grand Admiral Pepe comes to a head as the ambitious Separationist is methodically forced into a most unfavorable of fights, having been forced to sacrifice many of his freighters earlier in the year. Without fuel and running dry on munitions and reinforcements, the Separationist fleet is forced into desperate action as they seek refuge above an isolated fuel system - or so the Grand Admiral thinks. As the Republican fleet bears down on the stranded Separationists, Akamu reveals his hand, performing both extremely unorthodox and dangerous maneuvers so as to ambush the Pepe within the Hyperlane itself. While details of the event are scarce at present, it is abundantly clear that Pepe’s host along with his merchant allies were thoroughly shattered - sent into disarray and retreat, the Grand Admiral himself having been captured during the fighting.

With the path to Kior-an open, Akamu’s advance is unchecked, and the rebels seize the Republic’s capital late in the year. Following this development, many of both Iolana and Pepe’s subordinates surrender to the Separationist demands, lacking both the time and resources to raise or gather a fleet of any significance to oppose them. With the Republican Senate having fled west, Akamu declares the creation of a Consulate on the old capital - headed by himself.

While the war reaches its climax in the east, Manhuera’s forces remain engaged within the Driveyard network of Orthun V. Though the fighting is intense, and several of the structures suffer minor to severe damage, the system is ultimately seized by Manhuera’s legions, driving out the Separationist forces. With the arrival of new authorities, however, comes discoveries. Not long after Manhuera siezes the driveyards, an extensive Teniert network is publicly uprooted - a vast majority of its personnel arrested by the Grand Admiral, who claims that the Imperials had been organizing an Irik slave revolt so as to claim the system for themselves!

10428 marks a year of disaster for the Republic, having suffered a crushing defeat on the most important of fronts. Though still defiant, many whisper of negotiating terms with the Separationists, not keen on enduring the protracted war further resistance might entail..

THE GLORIOUS RECLAMATION
“The halls of the future will echo with tales of our glory! Here begins the Reclamation!”


War continues to spread across the Western Galaxy. As the year turns, the long dormant Imperial Reclamation Fleet broadcasts to the whole of the immediate area, 

 

The Grand Admiral Kur’skan has come to expel the invaders and defilers, both Xeno and Human. Surrender your arms, surrender your ships, surrender your worlds, surrender your leaders, and you will be treated fairly and with mercy. Those who resist the coming fire will only live long enough to suffer its wrath. The Reclamation has begun, Glory to Man!

With such a declaration, begins the first of its offensive campaigns since its exile from the heart of the Empire nearly 70 years prior. Kur’skan’s fleet spears eastwards, quickly overrunning the whole of the Red-Gold Concordat and scattering its fleets. Coordinating with the local Hyperboreian Chapter, many worlds are reclaimed from Xeno occupation. True to their word, though, those which resist are laid waste to, subject to orbital bombardment. Within a year, over half of the Concordat is destroyed by the rapidly advancing Imperials, with the rest having been taken over by Remnants from the House of Bones.

All. Will. Kneel.


Alarms blared throughout the base. Keretene’s men scrambled to their stations as the sounds of a whole brigade's worth of infantry rushed through the halls, readying themselves for battle. Above them, there were the roars of battle. The ground shook, the power flickered.

Before long, the fighting had reached the wide hallways of the facilities itself. Machine guns chattered as orders rang out and arc swords ignited. One by one, by sword or rifle or fist, the garrison was felled by the intruders, slowly overrun, the floors were littered with bullet casings, and bodies. Distress signals beamed in every direction, but no one would ever receive them.

Their resistance, though valiant, was ultimately futile. The Commander stood in chains before the invaders, interned within his own command center.

“For the enemies of the Emperor?”
“There is only defeat!”

“In defeat?”
“There is only death!”

A thousand gunshots ring out across the facility.

On Silver Waters
“The Emperor of Heaven’s days are numbered. Prepare accordingly, San’var.”


“Are you sure you wish to go to this place, Seer?” the ferryman inquired. Apart from the gentle lapping of the waves against the stony shore, there was silence. A white mist, illuminated by the brilliant light reflected by the small moon’s rings, slowly moved in across the bay, obscuring all but the faintest shadows of the structures beyond it. As the destination was slowly obscured, the Seer opened his hand, revealing the small silver orb he had recovered the year prior. His thumb pushed it across his hand, allowing him to observe all its faces.

“Fate decrees that I do.” The Seer’s hand tightens into a fist. His peering out across the water of the desolate moon.

“None that travel there return.” The ferryman states bluntly to the man as he looks out across the water.

“Start the boat. Give me silence.” The boat’s engine turned over, humming quietly as the small craft glid forwards across the bay. Finally reaching the far off shore of black rocks, the Seer departed, slowly ascending the ancient stairway hewn from the cliff to the structure that loomed above.

Days, then weeks passed. The ferryman had long since returned to his small home across the bay; and then a column of light spewed land across the bay, vanquishing the blackness of perpetual night..
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Greater Altiare

So begins the expedition.

Duchy of Castrillon

Another year

Fal’s World

Oops, i’ll figure something out for this I promise!! (discord. soon!)

Grand Duchy of Alamar

In these trying times, a psykic of experience is hard to come by, and the Alamarii remain empty handed.

Stellarchy of Matene

A deal is struck.

Orteau

Adrien’s fleet pursues the Zealot..

Vennendal

Lord Elfering receives a message from his Father in Law.

Hyperboreia

The Purge marches on..

[Catostrophy 111]

Greater Altaire

300,000C, 50M towards 2 trade depots.
200,000C, 20M towards 20 Commercial districts.
160,000C, 50NP, 10M, 6A, 10T towards 2 Onager-Class Battleships.
150,000C, 100NP, 30M, toward 5 Light Cruisers.
6I spent on.......... SOMETHING............

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2464]

Grand Duchy of Alamar

Year: 10,429

 

Overview and Story

 

[STATPOST]

 

Expenditure 

 

 

NONE

[Samoblivion 531]

10,429

 

STELLARCHY OF MATENE

 

 

Tanalar's realm is made whole again with the wholesale surrender of the Eastern Rebellion. The strict feudal hierarchy of Matene is swiftly and brutally re-established on the communist worlds, with rebel commissars, civil officials and military officers executed en masse and their families automatically identured. Collaborators are well rewarded, and the noble houses of the Stellarchy swiftly move in to establish profitable fiefdoms supported by their own private armies.

 

The victorious Admiral Karahu's Second Fleet and the troops of the First Legion are given no rest, however, as they are re-assigned to garrison the critical border fortress world of Lochos. Lochos had, until now, been host to the massing forces of the Glorious Prince's fleet as he prepared to set sail to the aid of the Throne of a Thousand Stars. Over a hundred ships begin their voyage to the beleagured Fourth Empire's rescue.

 

 

 

Actions:

• Flagship Eminence repairs the minor damage sustained at the Battle of Emeria. (4500 C, 6 NP)
• The 1st Fleet jumps to the aid of the Fourth Empire's capital world, continuing through Tahiwai-taken systems until they meet any sort of naval resistance or until they've completed 7 jumps. Scrambler active.
• The 2nd Fleet repositions to the border world of Lochos.
• 2,000,000 Infantry trained to Imperial Standard. (100,000 C, 24 AP, 24 M).
• 2,500,000 Infantry trained to Regular Standard. (75,000 C, 15 AP, 20 M).
• 10,000 Artillery constructed and crewed to Imperial Standard. (30,000 C, 10 AP, 8 M, 3 A).
• Tanalar's menagerie enjoys another year of funding. (200,000 C, 50 M)