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Backstory of character rolls.

Discord: You have it Name (colony): New Baikonur Archetype (choose one): National Colonization Mission (NCM) Mother Nation: Kazakhstan Sponsoring Space Agency (you may choose one): Roskosmos (RFSA, Russia) Colonial Leadership: Autocrat Mission classification: Military Add. starting equipment: 6,000 Colonists, 10 Materials, 20,000 Credits Background: TBD

Character Application Name: Anastasia Sokolov Age: 29 Gender: Female Description [The more you give, the more you get]: Let’s face it. Anastasia is physically one of the hottest women you’ll ever meet. Having been a professional model for several years, her natural good looks are elevated to brain-melting heights because modelling taught her how to look even better. The contrast of Anastasia’s pale Russian skin, raven-black hair, and chilling blue eyes makes for a striking first appearance. However, it is only when you hear her music that Anastasia’s otherworldly beauty reaches its full power to enchant. Still, when the music stops and the hour grows late, what kind of person lives inside her blindingly perfect shell? Backstory [The more you give, the more you get]: Anastasia Sokolov (known to fans as “Nastja”) was one of those kids growing up. You know the type. Too damn pretty for her own good. Devilishly skilled. The kind of girl that makes you want to just give up because such prodigal talent can only be a gift from the gods. Constantly the target of both ire and admiration, Anastasia learned early on how much of a snake pit the world could be. A natural wizard on the violin from the age of four, Anastasia began studying music at Lübeck Conservatoire at seven, though after transferring in she only encountered more saboteurs and blackguards. Her wish to find in other musicians someone who could understand her led to disappointment after disappointment as people grew to hate Anastasia’s burgeoning exceptionalism. Always and forever attending competitions and performances worldwide, it was only natural that after graduating from Juilliard Anastasia knew no other way to live than to constantly travel. With travel being both required and funded by her supplementary income as a model, Anastasia found it hard to develop close friendships since her interactions with people always remained brief. However, by the age of 24 Anastasia was tired of doing things the way other people expected of her, especially that of her traditional, communist, Russian parents who seemed frozen back in the USSR. In outright rebellion, Anastasia started a rock band in the hopes of creating a new life for herself: one where she could find not just liberation but also constant companionship with band mates touring together. While most of those who joined Anastasia’s band gladly indulged in the high life that stardom afforded them, the prodigy soon found herself surrounded by leeches. As if born under a cursed star, every group she gathered inevitably disbanded. You could cite any number of reasons for the transience of Anastasia’s revolving-door bands: creative differences, conflicts of personality, and the fatigue of constant touring. No matter the reason, this futility in finding quality friendships began to darken Anastasia’s outlook. After all, Anastasia simply could not understand why no one else thought it was a good idea to be composing the next album while on tour. The best conclusion she could draw was that other people simply lacked her energy and dedication. Trying to make a fresh start again this year, Anastasia renamed her band “Revolver” as a dark joke to herself, but no longer has it any other members. OOC Discord: Revan#2828

Emirate of Kiritau 10,369 AE Read this Section Logistics RP

Emirate of Kiritau 10,368 AE Base Income: C M E B P F 99,000 2 3 4 22 63 Initial C : 458,375 C Trade: 14,400 C (at 1200 C/unit) from Matareka for 12 F 25,000 C (at 2,500 C/unit) from Matareka for 10 P Received a shipment from Orteau 2 BG are traded within the inner rim tradezone using 2 freighters; conveniently, the shipment never has to leave the system where the goods were first manufactured. (2*3250=6,500 C) Upkeep of fleet: -(24,750 C, 16P) Cost of booze for researchers: -105 C Kiritau uses anonymous agents to "encourage" the Core's customs agency administrators to deem Kiritau exempt from goods inspections when trading to/from the Core. [Use 5 criminal influence] A child is born in the imperial capital while an old man, Harare Kekeno, draws an ancient ceremonial sword above its mother. A natural birth was not Kiritau’s tradition, but it would keep this ritual. Reaching up to grasp the naked blade, Empress Raa drips blood onto the face of her newborn child and speaks its name: Kanoa Rama. “Today’s blood to keep the past from killing the future,” chants Kekeno, cleaning the sword – the very same that Raa had used to behead her father. Sheikh Aitanga Uri kneels by that same old pane of shipglass and stares down at Kaumai. The heavy scent of fine Kiritauan oud, dank and woody, emanates from the man… though Uri’s traditional face covering gathers dust on the floor where it has lain for an entire year. Immediately after he was thrown into the slime pit the Senate disbanded and left Uri without an official appointment by Kiritau. For one year no communications had arrived to return him to his home stellarchy or otherwise repurpose him. Now as the door to his chamber slides open he does not bother to turn around. “If you will reshape me now, answer me one question. Have I been reshaped before?” asks Uri. The unraveller approaches and removes the Sheikh’s hood. Supposing he was not even worth the time to have his question answered, Uri resigns himself to being erased. The unraveller’s hand grips the sheikh’s jaw as Uri opens his mind to being freely traversed. “You are yourself alone, intact forever. I have come for another reason,” comes the reply. Uri’s uncovered face bares its pain full-force to the unraveller’s reflection in the glass, but the Kaitangata already knew more than Uri’s face and words could convey. “Despite a year of no guidance and a galactic civil war, you have been industrious.” Uri gritted his teeth as the unraveller’s hand receded. He still remembered– he was intact– but if he was not to be reshaped, then what was the point of handling him this way? “I will give you a new identity, but it is important that you are not fundamentally altered by reshaping. From today you will be known as Tau, and you will be given a new title: Maitihia e te Raa.” Tau stares down through the shipglass at Kaumai. The pain did not stop. Perhaps it never would. Empress Raa stands in the dark hall of a repurposed prison ship’s medbay, splattered with blood and surrounded by corpses. She walks along the beds lining the sides of the ship, glancing over each cot that holds the remains of someone who had been unable to struggle. None of their minds had been good enough for an unraveller, but their bodies found a new purpose for Raa. One body moves from behind a bulkhead and tries to run – useful, Raa could practice with her newest sidearm. Levelling the weapon at the runner’s head, one shot makes quick work of him. However many of them Raa used up, however, she could not seem to kill the feelings inside. She is grateful, however, and intends to repay the Empire’s generosity by being effective. Being effective means practicing, means being prepared. She has a duty to Kiritau, to the imperial hegemony, to her emperor: a duty to not die and to keep doing her job. Raa’s efficiency had always been necessary as Kiritau’s emir, but she had slaughtered more here now than were needed to optimize her practice session. To function optimally in the midst of violence Raa’s mind needs to be kept polished like steel, oiled and cleaned like a firearm. With every paraplegic she blew away she saw the face of her father. If he could see her now would his eyes brim with pride? The empress had paid each one the attention it deserved as she bathed in its dying screams. Yet, since their deaths were simply not killing the feelings, Raa knows she should stop being so wasteful. The ship contains more than paraplegics however. Scurrying about the ship are those too insane or otherwise mentally crippled beyond the point of repair by even the most skilled of psykics. These are more satisfying targets since they pose more risk, and Raa holds esteem for their final service, too. None of these beloved children of the emirate will waste away in hospital beds or asylums, consuming resources and causing strife for their kin. No, they will go out in a blaze of glory directly into the hands of their sovereign and empress. Civil War has come and her people need Raa at her most optimal. If she does not do a good enough job, more than necessary will meet the same fate as these fleshy masses. Stepping out towards the brightly lit airlock to prepare for cleansing and reboarding, Raa finds the silhouette of Sheikh Tau waiting for her inescapably at the chokepoint. He is not supposed to be here. His blue eyes scrutinize her as they glow but he is hard to see, washed out by the lights of the decontamination chamber. Raa is by design one of the least readable people in the galaxy, but Tau always had a way of knowing despite not being a psykic. The excessive death had not brought her peace. Raa steps into the decontamination chamber and the door seals behind her. Her emerald eyes are brilliant in her blood-spattered face: they see clearly that his killing had not brought him peace either.

Emirate of Kiritau Base resource income: F: 63, P:8, B:4, E:3, M:2, 93,500 C [5 P in storage] Previous turn’s imports: 4 B + 4 M Previous C total: 337,500 C Trade: 14,400 C (at 1200 C/unit) from Matareka for 12 F using 4 freighters 20,000 C (at 2,500 C/unit) from Matarenka for 8 P Initial resource total: F: 51, P:8, B:8, E:3, M:6, 445,400 C Stimulus: 100 NP + 6 HP + 3*10 NP [30] + 10*5 [50] + 2 legions + freely stored 2*(2M, 3E, 4B) + 93,500 C*2 [187,000 C] + 6 unspent starting NP + 6 starting AP from stat points Pirates: -0.15*93,500 = -14,025 C Post-stimulus/pirates resources: 186 NP, 6 HP, 6 AP, 2 legions (0 upkeep), F:51, P:0, B:16, E:9, M:10, 618,375 C Financial Actions: - Build a smuggler’s den on System 19B: -(10,000 C + 1 B) - Build 3 heavy industry on System 14B: -3*(5,000 C + 1 B) = -(15,000 C + 3B) - Build 2 units black industry on System 23B: -2*(5,000 C + 1 B)= -(10,000 + 2B) - Military spending : [listed in secret channel] Chosen One Sheikh Aitanga Uri looks down through his drop ship’s glass-like wall as the characteristic lights of a Kaumai moon glitter below through a thin morning haze. Tearing off his traditional Kiritauan face covering with one hand, Uri slams the glass wall with his other, heavy prosthetic hand. Its starship-grade steel reverberates from the impact with a hum but the wall was not even scuffed. Uri had thought he was special. He always carried his special title of Aitanga Uri with pride, having long since dispensed with his bedouin-class and military-class designations once he cleared his trials and ascended to the Great Harim. Uri had come far despite his humble bedouin origins. Kiritau was full of advanced pastoral worlds whose fertile soil supported much of the galaxy with its high-quality meats and milk products. Indeed, Kiritau had the most advanced and streamlined pastoral system in the galaxy, so its pastoral sub-class lived in enviable conditions compared to those in metallurgy and fuel refining. Still, Uri had always felt he was not meant for life as a bedouin. It was sacrilege to defy the mandate of conforming to his social class, and Uri was certain that he would die for his disobedience – and so he had, just in ways he had not expected. Torrents of information flowed through Uri’s homeworld in the highly developed System 20B due to its centrality: 20B both was within the Inner Rim trade zone and provided major passage for trade flowing to the Core. At birth Uri was allocated the job of avian beastmaster, providing aerial observation for herding operations via electronically-equipped and highly-trained birds of prey. Yet, mischievous young Uri (at the time known as Bedouin #2,222,519) had improved the efficiency of aerial monitoring so seamlessly that his peers did not seem to notice how he clandestinely flew many intelligence-gathering projects on the side. But of course, someone had noticed. This was Kiritau, where knowledge was the highest form of power. After staging Bedouin #2,222,519’s death, Kiritau’s military inducted #2,222,519 into a new role as an optics-class spy and, due to his naturally phenomenal eyesight and exceptional wilderness skills, he evolved into a sniper-reconaissance commando and was renamed with a military designation (#166,182). Time and time again #166,182’s physiology defeated the rugged, hellish conditions that were thrown at him, even when all the odds were stacked against him. Over the years it became clear that his genetics were simply on a higher level than his peers’. Commando 166,182 earned more and more leadership opportunities, and he used them to showcase the hidden jewel that was his strategic mind. Right when it seemed that #166,182 was on track to becoming a general, he was abducted in the middle of the night and thrown unknowingly into a gauntlet that lasted three and a half years. After being tested on every conceivable characteristic, #166,182 was granted an audience with Sovereign Raa, who found him quite pleasing. [He had rolled an 8, after all.] Upon ascending into the sovereign’s Great Harim, the man traded his designation of Commando #166,182 for his title of Aitanga 55. Trading 7 years of the worst hell he had ever experienced and sacrificing both legs, an arm, and most of his cock to field amputations, Aitanga 55 proved his loyalty despite the ruthlessness of Sovereign Raa and so became Aitanga Uri – an elite harim unit selected for paternal use. He was, in fact, the first of that class to serve Raa and so retained the honorific Uri despite the addition of numbered Aitanga Uri in subsequent years. Uri had always felt special for never having been designated a number, and he had overcome so much in getting to his most-enviable position. The knife in his heart would always be that she had never given him a name. It was to be his ultimate liberation from the lower-class life that he was born into and it should have been the last word in affirming that he was, indeed, a real individual. Yet, despite Raa’s affection for Uri and even granting him the grand title of Sheikh, Raa never gave Uri a name… even when soft dough like Huka Hūkerikeri had always had two names despite never having gone through a day of hell in his life. Now bashing his head into the glass, Uri screams as his reflection glares back at him with crazed glowing eyes. He was to be thrown in with these dogs, covered in slime and bile of their own design. Uri had always been good at the Kiritau intelligence game; he knew about the murdered senators. He knew about the emperor. The emperor… Nothing, nothing made him burn with hatred as much as the emperor did. Uri’s imagination was constantly thrashing about the mother-f*cking emperor and what Rän-ji was doing right now, despite surely being no better than Hūkerikeri for living such an extremely soft and cushioned life. At least the later, numbered Aitanga had gone through hell, like he had, to become one of Raa’s chosen ones. Rau had tried to calm him down before Uri left for the Core, saying that both Uri and Rän-ji had gotten where they were by being blessed at birth with exceptional genetics… but Rau was not here anymore and Uri’s rage might break free at any moment. Rau was wrong. If Uri had been born a psykic, none of this would have happened and he would have been Raa’s one and only man. He would have been good enough to not be chucked into the Senate when he should be free under the skies, bleeding in the field and smashing dissidents alongside Raa. If only she would reach for him again she would see his passion and rage and truth. His clear superiority. That. God damn. Rän-ji. The emperor would not bleed for her. Looking down at his more than half-prosthetic metal body, Uri’s blood burned. No one is what I am for Raa, and no one will be.

Emirate of Kiritau Base income: 47 F, 8 P, 4 B, 3 E, 2 M, 83500 C Trade: 4 B and 4 M from Theodora (used 2 Kiritau freighters) for 3 E 14,400 C (at 1200 C/unit) from Sal for 12 F 25,200 C (at 1200 C/unit) from Tarau for 21 F 14,400 C (at 1200 C/unit) from Matareka for 12 F 4,000 C from Teniert for future sale priority Trade subtotal: -45 F -3 E + 58,000 C + 4 B +4 M Remaining resources: 2 F, 8 P, 4 B, 2 M Total C at round start: 83,500 (income) + 58,000 (trade) + 221,000 (previous balance)= 362,500 C Financial Actions: Construct 1 heavy industry on 20B -(5,000 C + 1 B) Construct 2 freighters -(5,000 C + 2 M + 2 NP) Construct 3 heavy industry on System 15B -(15,000 C + 3 B) Storage: 5P on System 14B Current C total: 337,500 C Goods incoming next round: 4 B + 4 M (May post RP later depending on time constraints.)

Emirate of Kiritau Income: 47 F, 8 P, 1 B, 1 E, 2 M, 66k C Financial Actions: System 5B: construct 3 heavy industry; - (15,000 C + 3 B), 1 warehouse; - (2,500 C + 1 B) System 24B: construct 2 heavy industry; - (10,000 C + 2 B) System 3B: construct 1 heavy industry; - (5,000 C + 1 B) System 23B: construct 1 heavy industry; - (5,000 C + 1 B) System 14B: construct 1 warehouse; - (2,500 C + 1 B) Construct 2 Freighters: - (5,000 C + 2 M + 2 NP) ------------------------- total: -45,000 C -9B -2M -2NP

Emirate of Kiritau Starting Systems: B(3, 4, 5, 14, 15, 19, 20, 23, 24, 25) Provincial Culture: Aesthetic: Neo-Persia (à la Frank Herbert’s Dune) Kiritau Sector is defined by the pervasiveness of its high-level identity theft, entrenched over an information arms race spanning centuries. High society in Kiritau is highly insular, propped up by exclusive access to cutting edge identity protection technology. While the proletariat travel and work inside identical containment suits that both conceal the wearer and prevent the release of DNA into the environment, wealthy Kiritauans wear their original faces, unobscured, as a status symbol. Kiritau’s proletarian lack of self-expression and the government’s powerful control of information has left the sector’s art production functionally non-existent except as an aristocratic pastime. Elites also enjoy using their connections to acquire exotic possessions in order to flaunt the security with which they can maintain stable, colorful personalities. In summary, Kiritau bifurcated society of elites and proletariat has produced a bimodal genetic distribution: the lower class under the selective pressure of conforming to a singular physiology and the upper class selecting for divergences from the norm. Human Variants?: Most of Kiritau’s population is remarkable in its lack of physiological variation after generations of selective pressure towards biological uniformity. Beneath their containment suits, most Kiritauans are dramatically similar. After all, to stick out provides opportunities for criminals to assume or sell the identity of a victim and the containment suit is not a perfect system. Unusual physiologies are frequently sold in black market deals to elites seeking to improve their looks or to purchase a new lease on life after an information leak has come to haunt them. In an act called identity poaching, criminals assume the physiology and wealth of their victims. This practice makes poachers and the black market particularly hard to eliminate. In an effort to maintain control of the situation, the Kiritau government has taken great pains to acquire Psykics for their highly desired ability to bypass technological identity shielding. Government-issue identities conform to broad classes of employment types: agriculturalist, technician, administrator, and so on while forbidding other, more risky forms of self-expression. Point Distributions (21 Total): Influence: 10 The Emirate of Kiritau became a major galactic hub for the flow and manipulation of information because of its centrality between the eastern and western halves of the galaxy, wedged inside the chokepoint of the northern rims. Naturally, Sovereign Raa has spent decades weaving a sprawling network of informants and disinformants to harness these innate strengths of Kiritau. Despite the misfortune the emirate’s dependence on the information trade has created for the sector’s proletariat, most things can be acquired via Kiritau connections… if you can afford it. Loyalty: 3 Anonymity is a currency in Kiritau, but the people are hungry for memorable leaders. With its mastery of information control, the government’s use of propaganda has effectively formed a cult of personality around Stellarch Auraki Raa. However, because extreme identity theft drives the sector’s violent crime, the proletariat endure precarious living conditions that sow seeds of discontent. Kiritau’s cultural identity is best defined by its lack thereof– ethnicity, gender, and other personal characteristics are concealed by the masses. Within an economy driven by information flows, remaining unidentifiable is the key to survival for that majority of Kiritauans who cannot afford quality identity protection. Yet, the sector’s overall detachment from self-expression also stifles passions of patriotism and the industriousness of economic competition. To sum up, pro-stellarch propaganda creates much loyalty to Sovereign Raa, but the majority of the population is not motivated to do much about it. Kiritau’s social immobility is so great that most proletariats focus on maintaining their personal security rather than trying to change their lot in life. Military: 3 Kiritau’s military depends heavily on black ops and hackers. Enlisting is an attractive option for many who cannot afford basic forms of identity protection, and so the poorest are glad to benefit from the military’s enthusiasm for eliminating individualism. However, a lack of infrastructure in the sector ultimately limits the size and capabilities of Kiritau’s military forces. Leadership: 5 What Kiritau lacks in physical infrastructure it compensates for with military intelligence and strategic prowess. As it turns out, an abundance of skillfully controlled information can do wonders for coordinating otherwise poorly-motivated personnel. Infrastructure: 0 Kiritau’s faceless proles are preoccupied with social problems and therefore lack productivity. Your Stellarch: Caught between a high-society culture that fetishizes stable individuality and the practical need to adapt her personality to different political and military engagements, Stellarch Auraki Raa must balance a set of multiple personalities against needing to appear as a singular individual. While no one in Kiritau can be known for sure to be wearing their original face, it is likely that the high-born Auraki Raa is indeed an unmodified female. That the Stellarch Auraki Raa appears female only reinforces the fetish of how sublimely different she appears in the eyes of the faceless masses. Auraki Raa inherited the position of sovereign of Kiritau as the scion of an emir bloodline regarded as both royal and holy by the masses. When Auraki first came into power at the age of 18, she held a very insular view of the sector and galactic events from within the cloister of high society and her father’s advisors. Though Auraki had killed her mother in the course of childbirth, Auraki’s father, Popoiangore, did not hold this against the child and announced publicly that it was fitting that the new would replace the old. With these words Popoiangore had paved a smooth entry for Auraki as new heir. The public remembered these words when, during a field campaign years later, Popoiangore contracted a parasite that left his mind trapped inside a body he could no longer control. Auraki’s imperial loyalist father had been a rugged emir that frequently led troops through the mud himself rather than entrusting his battles entirely to underlings, so Auraki publicly used an ancient ceremonial sword to behead her father herself. Taking on one personality from her father, Auraki Raa travelled widely through the dirtiest parts of the empire to enlist new informants and so developed a more realistic grasp of galactic events and the state of the emirate’s underclass. Over the course of a decade, Raa explored the upper class’s complicity with a transgalactic criminal underbelly and their collective efforts to keep the Kiritau proletariat from developing individualistic tendencies. Such dark truths come at a dark price, however, and rather than become the “unsullied” political and military leader that was her birthright, Raa enriched her connections with the most effective and innovative criminals of the emirate. Pouring the next decade of her life into incorporating cutting edge criminal elements into the stellarchy’s military, Raa’s internal workings became a black box producing unpredictable results. Raa restrains her crime lord personality in the presence of the aristocracy, which she prefers to have remember her as Popoiangore’s holy child. Since Kiritau’s high society and criminal underworld fit hand in glove, it takes some doing for Raa to maintain an unblemished appearance, but after all these years she has become a fitting sovereign for a stellarchy writhing with secrets. Now at the age of 38, Raa conceals a complex of five distinct personalities as she sits at the center of a machine-like stellarchy that sucks in and selectively injects information on a galactic scale… but who could say what she really wants? Sovereign Auraki Raa Unique Military Units (Two): Kaihaumi identity theft commandos: These special forces are ideal for giving orders to forces that aren’t technically yours. They are also useful for requisitioning property and are experts at reprogramming enemy vessels for fun and profit. Kaitangata psykic identity unraveller: This unit makes a target learn that he is someone else entirely. They are the same as the Kaihaumi but instead of technology, it is the human mind that is their plaything. Pick a number between 1-10: 4 Additional Characters?: Harare Kekeno, Raa’s oldest advisor, a loyalist, and a relic of her father’s classical ruling style. Rau Kikini, the dark left hand of Sovereign Raa (well, the current one anyway) Raupeti Weri, often seen but never overheard Neke, a well-paid and loyal agitator Huka Hūkerikeri, a foppish aristocrat that Raa has to frequently endure