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  1. The Dominion of Badab - Actions: Military: 4 shipyards are built on the planet of Badab itself (16E) with the purpose of further enhancing the naval forces of the Dominion. Since at the moment the number of ships is dreadfully low. (40kC &8B) The worry about Irik forces in the North does not relent, and neither does the construction on Uraika. The fortifications on the planet continue to be repaired and more forces garrisoned on it. (3B, 2M & 10kC) 10 Transports are constructed, in order to help with the deployment of Dominion ground forces. (2kC, 2M & 2NP) 1 Freighter is constructed as well to in the future help with transporting goods for the Dominion. (2,5kC, 1M & 1NP) Total cost: 50kC, 5M & 8B (3NP) Civilian: 2 Heavy Industry is built on the planet Krevak (17E). Which is centered around providing extra computer equipment to improve the efficiency of the comm planet. (10kC, 2B Size: 8 ) 1,05k C is stored for next year (I am poor) Total cost: 11,05kC, 2B
  2. The Dominion of Badab Anakoni Ausage, the Arero of the empire. Normally a proud and confident man. Was half-lying on a sofa. A half filled glas of whisky in one hand and a 1l whisky bottle which had the day before been fully filled now simply filled to 3/4th. The tv was not on, the lights were dimmed and the man was wallowing in his own despair and drunkenness. At this point his make-up had long since dissipated. Revealing the corrugated lines around his body, the scales that covered him from head to toe. With his toes also being visible as the man had long since removed his shoes since arriving back inside the comforts of his own home. The man, through the haze that surrounded him, twirled his glass filled with whisky. Starting in the direction of the darkened windows, but looking far farther. Into his own mind. He had been at the prime of his life just earlier. Elected to Arero, one of the more well-known and influential people in the empire as a result. Something that he was proud of. Bringing a sense of order to the senate. And now where was that order. The man gave a frustrated look towards his glass. That order had gone and disappeared. Reports were still coming in on who had lived and who had died during the Senate brawl. The highest ranked man had been Pytyl, the Kavan He-Ai. Ausage looked gloomy. He had not had any personal interactions or involvement with Pytyl, but one could not deny, he brought a sense of joy and eccentricity to the meeting in the senate. Something to always look forward to, and now he had been found dead on the Senate floor. And then there was Apiha Avi; Porini Arapai. The first victim of this entire mess. All this bloodshed, all this betrayal and intrigue. All for the Mercantilists to remove the Populists from the senate. They may talk about removing the unions, supporting the war effort. But only a fool would believe that that was the actual reason. It was known that the Populists got onto the senate with the aid of donations gathered by the unions. The removal of the Unions would mean the removal of the support base of the populists. Meaning the populists would soon be on the senate no more. Anakoni scowled. The Mercantilists were idiots Yes they had removed one of their premier rivals, a thorn in their side. Yet in their action it simply meant that the people and populists could no longer be represented in the senate. For the Mercantilists that might be the entire idea. But they forgot the implications. The movement, the pressure, that had brought rise to the Populists had not dissapeared. It was still there. By removing the Populists from the senate it simply meant that the official and legal outlet had been removed. The internal system to bring reform. Now it meant the people, the workers, the oppressed would find other ways to try and change the system for the better. And since the peaceful option had removed that brought forward a far darker and more violent option. Revolution. Such a simple word, revolution. Yet the implication of it were far more disturbing. It entailed the death of millions. Billions joining organizations like the FWA, the IRA and the PLF. Organizations which thrived on violence and terrorism. He could not blame them. If he had been in their position, he might have acted the same way. And it was all his fault. If he had just delayed the vote a bit longer. Waited for the Tribune to be found. To delay the vote. Maybe he could have stopped it. He could have stopped what was to come. Stop the failed offensives, the violent protests, the uprisings, the riots which would inevitably come. Leaving only death and grief in their wake. He could have stopped it. Ausage reached for his forehead and groaned as he heard footsteps approaching him. He turned his head, seeing through the haze someone approach. For a moment he slumped down, thinking death by assasin upon him. As he deserved. But as the figure come closer and he was able to begin discerning features he recognized it as his personal assistant Kamea. One of 64 staff members who worked in his house. Though to be fair, 60 of those were soldiers. Who rotated in four different shifts. So it would be more accurate to say that he was one of 4 staff members, and the chief among them. After he recognized her he groaned. "Go awaiiii, levve me to wallo in mis, mis, miseri.” After which he felt himself getting lifted up from the couch and he continued complaining. "Leave me, id is all me fault. Just levv me ‘er to uffah like I dederve.” As he said those words, he felt an echoing voice speak. He groaned and held his head as the words seemed to vibrate physically around his head. "Sir, you are not yourself right now. You should get a tonic to help with the drunkenness. ” He instinctively retorted. "I am no- no-, NOT” he cried out the last word in joy as he remembered it. "Drund” He thought he could see the figure shaking their head. Before setting him down near a kitchen chair as they grabbed a tonic to alleviate most affects of drunkenness. It was quite expensive and generally never used, but it was there in the even that a high stationary came to his manse and wanted to drink only to alleviate most of the effect. He half-heartedly pushed back against the glass filled with a brown-esque liquid but his assistant pushed through. Getting the glass to his lips and pushing it down. Ausage's face scrunched as he felt the bitter liquid going down his throat, he almost barfed up but manged to resist it. As he felt the pressure on his forehead alleviate and his surroundings growing clearer and his tongue being less thick. He then gave his assistant a glare, and spoke out in a clear and annoyed voice. "You shouldn't have done that. Whilst I was drunk, what I said wasn't untrue. I deserved being there wallowing in self-loathing. ” He now clearly saw the scowl of his assistant. "No you don't, you are acting idiotic. Which is quite a contrast since you are normally so sensible.” "Idiotic... IDIOTIC !!!” Ausage knocked one of the tall kitchen chairs downwards, clearly angry. "I am not idiotic, the word you are looking for is coward. Because that is what I am.” Ausage then motioned around him, trying to indicate the galaxy. "When they look back at history, they will look towards me. Asking, what if I had delayed the vote, what if I had prevented the vote from passing. I was there at the right time to make a difference. But the thing is, I was the wrong person.” Ausage then leaned against the kitchen table and let out a sad and exhausted breath. "I failed. A more moral person should have been Arero. Not that lord Dryden” He said with an amount of contempt in his voice. "He is just a tool and per chance happens to speak eloquently. But an actually brave man, like Pytyl.” He heard a confused voice say "Pytyl ?” "Yes Pytyl. That man did not care what others thought about him or what the backlash of something was. He simply did what he considered right. He should have been the speaker, not me.” Anakoni's shoulders sagged. "You know, I have never really known harship. I was part of a traditional military family. Heritage going back almost a millenia of dutiful soldiers and commanders. At high school it was found I was quite rational and was relatively charismatic. And as such I became one of the diplomats of the Dominion. Eventually at 124 years of age I became the senator. A nice, influential assignment.” Anakoni looked off into the distance. "I always had good grades, good parents, friends, money, success. I have not ever had to deal with failure.” The man sighed. "Maybe that is why I am such a weakling. I don't know failure and thus fear it more than what it will result in.” As he looked downwards on the quarts table he felt a hand forcing himself upwards and he saw the look of his frustrated assistant. "Look, you have your failure, boohoo. We all have it sometimes, for you it was simply a bigger one than from the rest of us. But you acted sensible.” Ausage had a look of confusion and disagreement, as Kamea continued to speak. "If you had delayed the vote longer you would have been one of the people dead on the floor. And the vote would simply have passed at a later date, against all the support. There was nothing you could have done to change it, the tide was simply against you.” Then a softer look came on Kamea's face. "But that does not mean you have to give up. Even if you consider this a failure, then you can still repent in your own personal way. But that is certainly not like this.” She motioned to the bottle of whisky. "If you wish to repent do it in some way that helps society. Helps others. Especially those you hurt.” As he heard this Anakoni could not help but agree. As such he pushed himself upwards and said. "You're right.” He then rolled his tense shoulders and let out a groan as they loosened up. "I should get a shower. You're right. This is not a way to make things right.” "I have much I need to do. So better freshen up.” He did not see it as he turned away, towards the bathroom, but he could hear the smile as behind him he heard someone say. "Now that was the boss I was looking for.” Actions: Military: In order to further reinforce the Dominion's navy two new shipyards are to be built in the orbit of Krevak (17E), mostly so that construction can begin on higher class vessels.(20kC & 4B) 2 regular corvettes are constructed with the goal of further supplementing the Navy's mobile elements (5,5kC, 2M & 1NP) Seeing the great importance of a fleet that is ready in the event of an Irik invasion, both in terms of combat position and with combat readiness. A donation is made to the 13th Outer Rim fleet under Vice Admiral Akarna. (Located in 20E) (Partially due to the fact that the Dominion will have an excess of fuel and food that might otherwise be wasted). The amount offered is 6 Metal, 8 fuel and 2 food. With it comes the suggestion that the 13th outer rim fleet could possible relocate to the planet of Krevak (17E) with a three pronged reason. First off, the Dominion does not have the money to hire freighters to bring resources to the admiral. Second off, relocating to 17E will make the 13th fleet more able to quickly react to Irik assaults on the border system of Uraika (31D). With an indirect implication that aiding in such an effort might increase Akarna's renown. And thirdly, the new facilities in Krevak will be in a good condition to repair and retrofit the 13th. (6M, 8P & 2F) Total: 25,5kC, 4B, 2F & 8M Civilian: To further aid in the construction effort two more heavy industry districts are once again constructed on the planet of Taneri. With the goal of aiding the effort of producing a large excess of Building materials to use (59E) (15kC & 3B) 2 Warehouses are built on the planet of Marudon (56E) to help build up a stockpile in the event of a crisis in the future or a lack of trade as the boycott has shown is certainly possible (5kC & 2B) In order to facilitate a greater amount of influence on the political arena. And to gain closer contact with the official authorities. An Imperial Embassy is built on the planet of Badab (16E) (10k C & 1B) Since additional trade is not possible with the former trade partner. And that there is an excess of food available. Large quantities of food are distributed among the poorer populace. Since otherwise the food would simply waste away in the warehoueses (4F) Finally, with recent events in the senate, it is suspected that the possibility of a large civilian uprising is viable. As such on news channels, the government of the Dominion encourages peaceful protests once the news of the senate massacre and the abolishment of unions becomes public. Trying to keep the populace calm. (2 Populist influence used) 4 Food is sent to Orteau 4,375kC is kept in the treasury for next year. Total: 34,375kC & 6B & 8F
  3. The Dominion of Badab A tale of two: Iosefa Tenandi woke up with a startled gasp, heavily sweating and breating as he lay there, sprawled out on his king sized bed. Though the breating slowly started to slow down. He then with a groan got to the side of his bed, feeling with his left foot and somewhat numbly with his mechanical right foot the sensation of treading on a soft carpet. He then walked downwards to the kitchen. His footsteps echoing through the empty villa. The former admiral looked out over his house as he walked down the stairs. Feeling the wooden edge of the railing as he went downwards. Then with a quick word of. "News” a tv screen in the kitchen suddenly went on. Showing a middle-aged woman, giving the latest news. "After a surprise attack by Irik forces Admiral Henare sadly died in the battle. Violently fighting off the attack and preventing it from reaching the surface of Uraika. However, this leaves a great gap as the 1st fleet now has no commander. It is uncertain who the new commanding officer will be as of the time being.” As the news anchor spoke Iosefa thought about Henare. He had never really liked the young man, a bit too rash, but he had been a good honest commander. Someone who got the job done. Who would not make the same mistakes he had done. Iosefa then leaned against the kitchen table as faces flashed through his mind. The faces of those who had passed on in the afterlife, people who had done so due to his mistakes. Men, woman, people with smiles, frowns, people with relentless ambition, people who were satisfied to serve the Dominion and defend it with all their heart. All such good men and women, regardless of their flaws. People who he had failed, sent into the gaping maws of the abbys. He let out a tired sigh and turned off the tv. And started preparing some breakfast. And yet often he still longed to go back to those times. The activity, the rush, the adreanaline, the companionship, the glory. Often it was hard to seperate all that the had loved from all that he had despised. The glory and the dread. The companionship and the loss he felt. It was such a contrast of feelings, which is why he had stopped. Yet he often wondered if he had made the right choice. As the former admiral began to eat his breakfast, he reminisced about his empty home. His wife was dead, had died of a brain 30 years ago. His son and daughter were good kids. His daughter served as an administrator whilst his son worked as head miner on Taneri. Helping to produce the metal and building material needed for the Dominion. But in their hard-working jobs they hardly came to visit him. Which was of course understandable, they had their own lives. Yet it so often left a void in him, as he woke up in this large empty house. The daily visits to houses of retired people like him made it easier. The chatting, the gossiping, the playing of poker. Yet he could not help but feel that he had lost something. Lost the fire inside of him. Felt like had given up when there was still so much left. The idea of spending the rest of his life like this, doing nothing and just playing games. Then surprisingly he heard the doorbell ring. He hadn't ordered any deliveries nor did he expect someone to come visit any time soon. He was sure he hadn't forgotten anything whilst leaving the elderly center. Especially not the few credits he gained from Poker. Though he loved the anguish and annoyance in the face of Debora far more than the actual tiny monetary prizes from the poker games. He then walked to the door and opened it. Not worrying about any crime in a retirement neighborhood like his where the police patrolled often. Though there recently was the worry about possible uprisings from the disenfranchised. What he certainly did not expect however was to see in front of him was the Tyrant of Badab himself, accompanied by what seemed to be two fully armed soldiers. The brown-haired Tyrant. Then spoke in a polite and respectful tone. "Iosefa Tenandi, do I have permission to enter your home.” To which the retired admiral stuttered out. "Ce-certainly” The Tyrant then nodded and stepped inside. Curiously looking around the villa whilst his two guards remained outside. Pacing on the smooth floor as he walked towards the lounge and sat on the couch near the tv. Whilst almost in a trance Iosefa sat in the leather-backed chair. The Tyrant then spoke up. "From your expression you are probaply wondering why I am here.” To which Iosefa nodded. He was unsure, maybe the man wanted him to join in some military parade. Give him some extra medals. But that was unlikely, as he hadn't done anything spectacular and it wasn't in the style of the Dominion to give honours so long after one finished their military sevice. "The reason why I am here. Is that the Dominion needs you again.” Almost instinctively, without thinking, the Admiral responded with a quick and curt "No”. As he instinctively thought back on the pressure he felt. The responsibility of so many on his shoulders. He did not want it, he he He felt a hand on his shoulder. As he saw the Tyrant, giving him a surprising look of sympathy. The Admiral then thought back to the young Major Parata. A man who always seemed so cold and rational. ALmost like a machine at times, the ideal military machines. Ye this was contrasted by the tales he heard of him doing everything he could to save his men and the valiant acts and occasional speeches done by the man. The high command had occasionally called him a man with two faces. One face the cold rational military commander. Who could sacrifice hundreds of his men to hold a strongpoint. Yet who would also lead a valiant charge to protect the wounded soldiers and personally drag them back to the medical corps. Yet now he looked at someone with neither of these faces. But one with a caring and concerned look. ANd he wondered if this was just another mask or face as well but something else. As he also recalled the tales of the family man with 4 children. "I know how hard it is. To go back to the frontlines, and I am sorry that I am asking you this. But the Dominion is in desperate need of commanders. We are entering hard times and the navy needs a figure to rally behind. They need the Guardian of the Gate.” The word seemed to echo in Iosefa's head. The hundreds of times he had heard the name muttered, especially during his retirment. The Guardian of the Gate. These days it was almost an empty title. But he remembered the reverence and hope as the names were spoken by men in the navy. The name that had been given to him after the incursion of ‘23. Where he had manged to fight of an Irik fleet attack and even manged to, at great cost, destroy several Irik battlecruisers. After he had stated to a message to the previous Tyrant after victory had been achieved. "The gate of the Dominion has held." As he thought back he once more heard the calm reassuring voice. "You can do it. You did everything you could. You did the best with what had been given. None of their losses were your fault.” To which Iousefa shook his head. "No, it was my fault. My fault they are dead.” Then the Tyrant frowned and Iousefa thought he now saw the face of the valiant, and aggresive commander. "And you will let their sacrifices be in vain. ” "What happened to them wasn't your fault. But if you take the fault upon themselves then take the responsbility they put upon you as well.” The Tyrant glared at the former admiral. "Often the loss of one's soldiers is a lesson. And you have had many lessons admiral. Do you want someone else to have to take the same lessons as you do.” The Admiral then straightened, as he felt the familiar pressure on his shoulders. But also the responsibility and confidence that came with it. "I understand what you are trying to do Tyrant you are trying to guilt-trip me into accepting this.” As Parata let out a sigh and was about to stand up, seeing the chance as gone, Iousefa spoke out. "So let's go.” To which the Tyrant let out a confused. "What ?” As he saw the Admiral rapidly rise from his chair as he said. "I said, let's go. There is much to be done ” The Admiral then with a slight spring in his step walked towards the door. As he now thought about his memories again. The Tyrant had not magically convinced him to do this, but it had helped him in realizing something. Being an admiral, it was his responsibility, his duty and his joy. It was the part of his life that was missing. It was his purpose. And he realized that he would not die in some old retirement center due to old age. He would die and serve like an Admiral. With admiral and with his ship. Actions: Military: In order to supplement the ground forces on the planet of Uraika (31D) from the ranks of the heavy infantry a new general is recruited. This general is former Major Hiwa Akana. She is known as a loyal and dedicated commander. As well as one who is quite aggresive and eager to fight. She is especially well known for, with just two other members of the heavy infantry, killing an Irik commander in melee combat. During the most desperate point of an assault on Uraika. Though this resulted in both of her companions dying and she being heavily wounded. To such a degree that she wasn't able to command from the front anymore and was given a more backseat role. Though due to her injuries she was given a nickname, though none dare say it in her presence. The one-arm (25k C recruiting a general) In order to reinforce the Navy of the Dominion of Badab the Tyrant commissions a shipyard to be built in the orbit of Krevak (17E), the economic center of the sector and one of two that might in the future theoretically support a driveyard. (10kC & 2B) In order to help repel any assault on the planet of Uraika damaged fortifications are restored to partially-functional condition. Especially focused around the 'Northern’ part of the planet where the sun constantly shines. (10kC, 3B & 2M) Total: 45kC, 5B & 2M Civilian: In order to further aid in gaining enough resources for future construction one more Heavy Industry is constructed on Rebas (57E) to aid with the refining of materials. Whilst another is built on Taneri. (59E) (10kC & 2B) After several discussion with the minister of the treasury and the Tyrant of Badab it turned out that a minimum wage was simply not feasible with the income currently available to the Dominion of Badab. Seeing it's income to citizen ratio. Thus, instead of investing into a minimum wage, another social program is to be enacted. Specifically extra government-funded scholarships are to be invested into. Focused on children who come from poorer households and could normally not afford college or a higher education. This has double use in that it is a program that promotes social welfare and that in the long-term it will increase the amount of skilled labour. (33,25kC) Total: 43,25kC & 2B
  4. The Dominion of Badab ----[Enter Password]---- computing... ----[Password accepted]---- Echo class records requested ---[Request accepted] ----[Accessing records]---- Year: 10,361 Title: Strategic assessment of planet Uraika (31D) By: Tyrant of Badab, Maru Parata Background: The planet of Uraika is a tidally locked planet that is located in the system of 31D. To it's North is the planet of 30D, which is in possession of the Ierarchy. To it's South is the system of 17E. For those not aware of what a tidally locked planet is. A tidally locked planet is a planet that has one side constantly turned towards the sun. Whilst the opposite side of the planet is constantly put in darkness. This results in the 'northern’ part of the planet being a harsh desert whils the 'southern’ part has an arctic enviroment. Though between the two halves there is habitable band. Which holds a moderate farming community. Helping provide a surplus to the national supply. The culture of the planet is unique in how it's local people have taken a religious belief in ice and fire. Representing the two sides of the planet. With some people specializing in 'the path of fire’. With these individuals often becoming soldiers. Whilst in contrast those that take 'the path of ice’ are more focused on job that require extensive amounts of knowledge. With many of them becoming engineers and specializing in fortifications. Strategic assessment: The planet of Uraika is of Alpha priority. Whilst it produces less and it's position is inferior in strategic value to the Osalin system (17E) it's importance is greatest as a buffer between the Dominion and the territories of the Iriearchy. Furthermore, it's status of a tidally locked planet makes the planet extra hostile and makes it more ideal for defensive based operations. Thus, as it is the system that is in greatest danger it is recommended that the maximum amount of troops and ships are assigned for this. The risk in keeping the Southern border weak against possible pirate incursions have been assessed but has been determined to be less of a risk than the possibility of an incursion from the North. Thus for the time being, whilst our military is severely weakened, it is reccomended that the entire military is to be stationed on the planet. Whilst extensive efforts are to be taken to further fortify the planet. After recent raids have dismantled nearly all of the available fortifcations. Reducing the available defenses to practically nill. ---[END OF RECORD]--- Actions: Military: After several recent conflicts the leadership of the military Dominion has been severely diminished. As such the Tyrant of Badab has stated that old Admiral Iosefa Tenadi who is now 114 years of age is to be reinstated as admiral of the navy. 1 Admiral recruited (25kC) Civilian: It has been found that the sector serves from a severe economic problem. There is not enough storage available for the storing of metal, fuel and other goods whilst there are by far not enough Building Materials to both fortify the system of Uraika and develop the economy of the sector. As such the Tyrant has decided that for the moment that large economic investments are neccesary. Specifically. 2 Warehouse districts are to be established on the planet of Taneri (59E). (5kC & 2B; size 2) Furthermore, delving operations on the planet of Rebas are to be increased. Especially the delving of goods like rebar, iron and other resources used for construction as well as the infrastructure necessary to turn it into building material. (10kC & 2B; size 😎 23,375kC is stored for future use. Total cost: 10kC & 4B; size 10
  5. The Dominion of Badab Starting systems: 31D, 15E, 16E, 17E, 19E, 56E, 57E, 58E, 59E, 60E Point distribution: Loyalty: 4 (The people of Badab are loyal. But they will not follow the actions of a fool or follow a suicidal course) Influence: 2 (The long line of Tyrants has realized that, no matter how distasteful, at least some involvement in politics is neccesary to help divert resources to the front) Military: 10 (Above all, it is important to have a strong military. Both in order to defend the homeland as well as to perhaps go on the offensive to rid the universe of the xeno menace) Leadership: 5 (In the long war against the Irearchy the Dominion has seen the importance of good leadership. As such only those with sufficient skill are put in charge of the armies. In order to make sure the men are well-led) Infastructure: 0 (The Focus on War has led the Tyrants of Badab to generally speaking neglect the development of their territory. With the focus rather being on defending or reclaiming land from the Irearchy) Your Stellarch (Their name + Backstory) Maru Parata is the last in a short line of 'Tyrants’. With the territory of the currrent dominion of Badab traditionally having greater autonomy due to the distance away from the major trade routes and it's position as a border territory with the Irearchy. Though with the rise of the warlords and general decline of the influence of the senate the already relatively high autonomy only grew greater. With the Military Governors of the now named dominion being forced to take more direct control of governance and law due to the slowness of communication. The beginning of the period of 'Tyrants’ officially started in 9985 AE. Where the then military governor of Badab at the time Arepate was sent to a session of the senate in the light of his actions on the frontier to act almost completely independently of a senate. Notably one of the Republican senators called Arepate 'The Tyrant of Badab’ whilst deriding him as a tyrant in how he governed his people and region. To which Arepate famously (or infamously) replied. 'Honorable senator. There are no words I can give to deny your statement. I am in fact the Tyrant of Badab, for in the current state of the Empire; a tyrant is neccesary in order to keep law and order. ’ Maru Parate himself is the third Tyrant of Badab. He was born on the border planet of Uraika. An agricultural planet, though it was most well known for being one of the border planets with the Irearchy. Thus even as a young boy Maru was trained with basic weaponry in order to protect himself in the event of a hostile raid or even a full on invasion if it was neccesary. He was born to a couple of low-class farmers. Who spent the day operating the fields under the guidance of a foreman. Maru never went hungry, as is logical living on an agricultural planet, but he did have to work hard even from a young age. Helping with menial labor and having generally only two pair of clothes. (one for work and one for relatively formar/school days) And certainly not having any video games or toys beyond a few sticks or stones gathered from nearby. Eventually Maru went to Public School where he was quickly found to be relatively smart. Not a genius by any account but certainly of a higher intellect than most with a large amount of healthy common sense. Thus after finishing Public School Maru went to the military academy. Where he quickly rose through the ranks and finished top of his class. After which he was sent to garrison the very world he was born on. Where he was part of several actions to defend his planet from enemy raids and where he gained general experience against the troops of the Irearchy. Even going so far as to serve in the heavy infantry of the Dominion. Generally speaking the best assignment a young officer could get, though often a risky one as well. Then after about 40 years of service (with 10 as a general) Maru was chosen as the next Tyrant by the council of 10. A body consisting 50% of the high-classed military command of the Dominion whilst the other 50% consisted of various high-level Civilian positions. Now the new 'young’ Tyrant (Being 55 years of age rather than being even older) is tasked with protecting the border. Time will only tell if he can persist against enemy forces both internal as well as external. Additional characters?: Kimo Parata: Kimo parata is the son of the current Tyrant of Badab Maru Parata. Currently he's 19 years old and attending the military academy. Hoping to one day serve in the army and achieve the same succes as his fathers. OOC: There will probaply come additional characters in time but can't think of anyone else specifically. Provincial culture: The people of the Dominion are generally speaking a hardy people. They are far away from the galactic trade routes and often have to make do with local resources. This means that generally speaking almost all products are locally made and generally less-sophisticated. It has also forced the people of the Dominion to generally be more creative. Often being forced to think around problems that in the core are easily solved with abundance of highly advanced technologically material. This has also reflected into the military doctrine of the Dominion. With it being heavily encouraged for the army to think creatively in order to succeed in their objectives as well as possible. An interesting concept of the Dominion is that, even thought in effect it is a dictatorial autocracy, it is generally speaking quite meritocratic. There is still a notable upper class that often have more opportunity and are more likely to get a military command, but that only means that if you are already competent you have an advantage. Thus the Dominion generally strays away from the more aristocratic sentiments from other regions of the empire. In Badab there is also less of a general despise of the lower class by the upper class and higher military officers. Though rather than despise there is more of a general neglect, or at least less prioritization. This is more to do with the fact that, with the enemy always constantly so close, the Tyrants don't have the time or resources to dedicate to helping the common people. Beyond simply providing jobs and housing in order to produce the resources necessary for the Dominion to stay militarily defensive and successful. Human variants: The Scales: It is sometimes hard to see, especially as they often try to conceal it when outside of the Dominion. But the citizens of Badab have a vague-scale like outer exterior. It is hard to see in a first look but if one looks hard one can see a pattern of scales accros the body of many citizens of Dominion. This evolved as an outer exterior layer to prevent loss of moisture (eveperation) as well as to protect against extra solar radiation. Especially since protection from colder enviroments are far more common and easily aquired than the latter. Though it is also rumored that this trait has spread due to failed genetic experiments or some people down the line somehow inbreeding with Kall. (Though the latter is clearly regarded as a conspiracy theory more than anything) Still, it is often seen as a cause for shame when travelling to the Core or being anywhere along the major trade routes. Thus 'Scales’ often wear clothes that fully cover the body, even in otherwise desert enviroments. With some even deciding to cover their faces, though most generally use specific makeup to conceal the ridges between different scales.(which are still common human body colours) Unique Military Units (two): The Tyrant's fist(heavy infantry variant): In his experience as a soldier Tyrant Maru has found that, though undesirable, fighting an Irik in close-quarters combat is at times inevitable. Especially when assaulting enemy fortifications. When a soldier has to clear a series of bunker complexes. And in such a location it is often not possible to use weight of numbers to pull an Irik down. Thus the Tyrant has decreed to his engineers and soldiers to have a type of heavy infantry specialised in close quarters combat. Who, if not able to defeat an Irik 1-1, can at least defeat an Irik 2-1. With the power armor of these troops generally being even stronger and more sturdy than even normal heavy infantry. Though at the cost of sacrificing much of it's mobility. Raven class Corvette (scout corvette): A saying that has died and resurfaced countless times 'knowledge is power’ a statement that is counted as universal. The Tyrants of Badab specifically had this quote in mind when commissioning the Raven class Corvette. Seeing as in order to assault an enemy stronghold it is first important to have knowledge of the fleet defending it, the defenses etc. As such a corvette was made that generally had less armor than most corvettes, was much slower (often being towed by heavier ships for long-range travel) and has a minimum amount of weaponry (only two small flak installments to fend of fighters who might discover it and perhaps pirates) but in return it is camouflaged in space and leaves minimal traces of it's existence. Pick a number between 1-10: 4
  6. The Republic of Galaron Date: 624 AR (2214 AD) In the North-West of Galaron there is a hub of attention. Where the mysteries of drones and foreign civilizations are being discovered. Where the greatest minds of Galaron are converged. But that is not the story for this day. Today is the story of another person. A girl, or rather a woman. A woman who was now crawling under a bunch of barbed wire. Quite a unique woman. Both physically and mentally. This was quite clear as, rather than the fellow recruits crawling all around, her fur was completely white. As well as extremely short fur. This was all the effect of a common genetic defect that about 0,5% of Galaronians had. Yet it made her unique amongst the others. Some saw her as a sign of bad luck. Traditionally, in more archaic times and in specific cultures people like she were drowned at birth. Though more often they were generally seen as a sign of bad luck. Though such attitudes had long since been abandoned, certain stereotypes still lingered. And this one woman was quite apart from the other Galaronians, and often eyed warily. Which was just fine in her Ulea H’Sinia's mind. She was better of without all those weaklings. Ulea, was a Galaronian who had been given a very bad card so to say. She was born to a couple in the lower strata of Galaronian soceity. Her father working in waste-disposal whilst her mother kept a small food stand. Living in a small apartment with about 4 siblings. Of whom all the others had normal fur. From the first years of schools she had been pushed out. Seen as too different. And her own generally shy and aloofness had not helped. This had eventually turned into a cool contempt of most other people. Rather than complying with the standards of soceity Ulea embraced her attitude as an outcast. Focusing on things thought archaic and brute work by most. Learning survival skills, general martial arts, physical strengthening and land tactics. In normal times this would have eventually probably resulted in a lower-ranked position in the police force. Only to eventually get dismissed due to excessive violence. But the times had changed. And now she was in a place that fit her perfectly. And so Ulea pushed through. Crawling through the mud, climbing over the barriers and getting the best time in her platoon. She looked with contempt toward the rest of the platoon. Heaving with exhaustion whilst she only breathed lightly. Truly it was for the best that she was not like these weaklings. Who couldn't even do a bit of light exercise without getting winded. In time she would prove her superiority to these weaklings. And maybe she might get the recognition she deserves. Stats: Population: 17,58 billion Metal: production: 7 Storage(current): 8 Fuel: Production: 0 Storage (current):12 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/OIM2hbS For this year the brown area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -Heavy cruiser hull research Currency invested previously: 74,5kC Currency invested this turn: Turns to go: 10 There is great danger in space. At any moment life in Galaron can be disturbed. The Grand Assembly has deemed it so that light cruisers and support cruisers are not enough to defend the Republic against the new threats the Galaxy presents. A greater class of ship is needed that can go toe to toe with similarly sized ships or obliterate Light Cruisers. (On hold for one turn) -T2 plasma (ships) (4 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 10k Currency invested this turn: 40k C In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 73k C Currency invested this turn: 12,5k C Turns to go: 2 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. T2 basic sensors: Turns to go: 5 Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 40k C Knowing that a stealth-like alloy exists and certainly not wanting to be surprised by 'invisible’ ships in their own system the Republic develops higher-quality sensors. Hoping to stay ahead of any possible stealth technology and not have their own ships ambushed by hidden ones. Drone Decoding: Turns to go: ? Currency invest previously: 0 Currency invest this turn 30k C The Grand Assembly has determined that to figure out more about the drone so recently encountered by the science ships is of the most highest importance. As such Scientists, programmers and other experts are sent to study it. Mainly to decipher the signal of course, but also to study the material of what it is made, the technology in the drone etc. There is a very good chance that the drone might contain technologies that are beyond the current scope of Galaronian knowledge. The programmers and code-breakers from the cyber-security agency are to focus on the beeps and boops of the drone, accompanied by language experts from Galaron's scientific community. They are to establish a pattern of the beeps and boops broadcasted by the drone. By comparing it to things like Varki code (morse code) and modern languages. Trying to see what secrets the drone might hold Financial actions: It is clear that the Republic of Galaron is not alone. And thus, the logical conlusion follows, is that it must grow stronger. Now after years of extra-terrestial development a hard limit seems to have been reached in how much further internal development can continue with current developments. As such, a new colony is developed. Roughly South-West of Barun. Officially to help with developing fuel refineries for the military as well as new sources of revenue for research and growth of the military. But unoficially, the goal is to aquire the previously discovered substance that naturally seems to deflect scans. As such sector B12 is colonized, with a permanent colony established on one of the planets in the sector. https://imgur.com/a/5basUaJ (Red area pinpoints which sector is colonized) 17,5k C is kept in the treasury for next year. Perhaps to help develop new industries in the newly colonized territories. Martial actions: Extra-terrestial life exists. Invasion is possible, the Republic is threatened. The Republic prepares for war: Fleet: n.a. Army: 1 Regular Planetbased Air Squadron is recruited (7,5k, 1M & 2AP) 1 Regular armored division is recruited (6,5k, 1M & 2AP) 1 Regular infantry corps is recruited (5k C & 1AP) Total: 18k C, 2 M & 5AP
  7. The Republic of Galaron Date: 623 AR (2213 AD) Heroes. They exist in many shapes and forms. It may be a brave infantry private under a democratic representative Republic. Charging for his ideals and the beliefs of life, liberty and the pursuit of hapiness. Or, as would be the event in this case, it might come in the form of a captain. Who served under a militaristic, aggressive regime bent on conquest. He was captain H’Sharr Albast of the Ascardian Space Service. And he saw how this a small armada of human vessels was approaching him. His communications officer had identified them as 4 destroyers and 8 frigates. Bent on destroying the facilities in this system and slaughtering all of the civilians here. As he looked at the approaching fleet memories shot through his minds. His mind went to his days at the naval academy. His effort to survive and to gain a command. He remembered all the schemes, betrayals and horror that he had to go through to gain this position of command. He remembered his mate, Ellar, a sergeant in the ground forces, being sent to the planet named 'Gaia’ by the humans. Smiling and saying that they would have a nice, big house in solitude on an island in the northern hemisphere. He remebered the letter he had gotten. Anouncing his death. Then his mind shot to similair occurences. Raiding human shipping commerce. Following the commands of his officers and attacking the civilian vessels. The faint numbness as he saw the ships explode in the distance. The thought of his own kin lying like that haunting him. Finally he thought about what would happen to him if he got back. They would make a scapegoat of him. Blame this disaster on him and he knew not what humiliation and pains he would suffer if he retreated. He then let out a sigh of sadness. And H’Sharr said. "Helmsman. Full speed ahead towards the human destroyers” "Bu- but captain ? That's suicide” The helmsman said, almost without thinking. His inherent fear at reprisal for a moment overriden by sheer fear and surprise. "Maybe it is. But better to die a martyr than live a coward. Helmsman, full speed ahead.” Minutes later. As his destroyer got pounded by the human vessels. H'Sharr Albast's mind was stuck on the image of his wife, departing for the transport ship. And as he saw this image in his mind, her beautiful face, the angle of the sun as she entered the ship. He could not help but think. What a beautiful smile. Captain Stats: Population: 17,18 billion Metal: production: 7 Storage(current): 13 Fuel: Production: 0 Storage (current):12 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/OIM2hbS For this year the purple area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -Heavy cruiser hull research Currency invested previously: 74,5kC Currency invested this turn: Turns to go: 11 There is great danger in space. At any moment life in Galaron can be disturbed. The Grand Assembly has deemed it so that light cruisers and support cruisers are not enough to defend the Republic against the new threats the Galaxy presents. A greater class of ship is needed that can go toe to toe with similarly sized ships or obliterate Light Cruisers. -T2 plasma (ships) (5 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 10k Currency invested this turn: In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 10k C Currency invested this turn: 63k C Turns to go: ?-5 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. T2 basic sensors: Turns to go: 6 Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Knowing that a stealth-like alloy exists and certainly not wanting to be surprised by 'invisible’ ships in their own system the Republic develops higher-quality sensors. Hoping to stay ahead of any possible stealth technology and not have their own ships ambushed by hidden ones. Financial actions: There is one truth to be found in life. Everything has a cost. Whether this be love and affection, or whether this is a military-industrial complex to build a strong defense for your homeland against possible extra-terrestial invaders. As such several economic ventures are started in sector A8 to help fund the army. (2 bussineses are built) (30kC)(TC5) Martial actions: Extra-terrestial life exists. Invasion is possible, the Republic is threatened. The Republic prepares for war: Fleet: 1 Colony ship is built (25k C & 5M) 3 destroyers are built (18k C & 6M) Total: 43k C & 11M Army: 3 Regular Infantry corps are recruited (15k C) 1AA divisions are recruited (5,5k & 1M) Total: 20,5k C, 1 M & 5AP
  8. The Republic of Galaron Date: 622 AR (2212 AD) “CRAWL YOU USELESS BASTARDS !!! IF I CAN HIT YOU WHILST YOU ARE MOVING LIKE A TODDLER SO CAN THE THRICE DAMNED ALIENS, SO MOVE !!!” Veteran Drill Sergeant Uakor Ilar Shouted. Shouting at about a dozen or so fresh recruits. People enticed by the recruitment advertisements and who wanted to join the army. He saw how the recruits crawled through the muddy, cold ground. Their fur getting matted with the aforementioned mud and their beaks getting scratched and bruised . Though that was worth it to not raise your head up and present a larger target. Just like “PRIVATE VALIS, DO YOU WANT TO GET SHOT IN THE HEAD !!! NO !!! THEN KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN YOU PANSY” And so the poor, beaten recruit lowered his head and felt his beak scratch along the ground. The Drill sergeant stood tall and kept shouting as the students rushed through an obstacle course that he had tried his best to make as close to a hell hole as he could imagine. After finishing the Sergeant spoke, in a lower tone but still with authority in his voice. ”Now you have 10 minutes to go to the barracks, clean yourself and put on some clean clothing.” As people stood there. Waiting for something else to be said Uakor looked around, a little incredulous and said. “Why are you lot still standing around ? It is now 9 minutes and 45 seconds GO GO GO !!!” The recruits then in a rapid pace went to the barracks and away from the drill sergeant who had ascended from hell. Then after all the cadets had gotten out of sight allowed himself to slump forward a little and sit on a bench and breath out a small tired sigh himself. He had only 3 years previously just been a private in the armed branch of the OPD, the Olis (continent West of the mountains) police Department. Which was specifically known as the Special Occurrences Taskforce (SOT). Basically being deployed in any situation that normal police with non-lethal gear were not able to handle. They and their brother and sister groups of the various police agencies of Galaron were one of the few groups that were allowed to actually have any firearms. He himself had just been a normal member himself. In all his 10 years of service he had only had about 24 operations. Of which only 3 had ever turned into an actual firefight. And in all of them they had only held 1 casualty among them. Since their opponents didn’t have guns and were often only small groups of less than rational or smart people. Then 3 years ago that strange alien had come from space. Showing the people of Galaron that extra-terrestrial life did in fact exist. And that some of these extra-terrestrial powers were quite close to their borders. Which created large problems that had not been obvious before. Foremost among them a lack of an armed force. The closest thing to actual armed forces were the Navy (which nowadays was basically only space-based forces, with only a few ocean based patrol boats) and the aforementioned SOT’s spread among the various police organizations on Galaron and Barun (though the latter were fewer in number) Al in all the total of actually armed personnel on Galaron had been in total only 5k, and these had been vastly spread out. And even then these groups had only had little experience and the experience they had was only on the scale of small unit combat. Which even then had been a rare occurrence. Most of the manuals and training they were conducting now was from manuals which had been about 60 years old. Mostly corrupted files and even some actual paper manuals !!! Vastly outdated. But since unification there had been no need of an army. Which was officially disbanded 5 years after unification after any possible rebellions had already been destroyed and it was discovered that an army was not necessary. Since then most soldiers had died and those few who still lived were either in hospitals or retirement homes. And even these soldiers had not been involved in any war in their last 50 years of service. Excluding 1 or 2 minor insurrections. Now that an army seemed to be of importance again it was only now realized how much they had suffered in the absence of one. The few trained armed force members were quickly promoted to drill sergeants or to other high-ranking positions. Ones which they were not prepared for. Nowadays the officer academy was starting to pump out it’s first recruits but for all the higher ups it was a big learning experience. Especially dealing with the large scale unit tactics of actual war. As well as the importance of a chain of command and delegation, logistics, etc. This was made worse by the fact that there was no actual combat experience to be found. All in all, all branches of the ground military were suffering from a lack of experience. Just then Uakor realized that he had been reminiscing and that several minutes had passed. Then he corrected the hat he had on him, which both helped lend him some authority and protected his face from possible rain or heat. Then he walked to the barracks. His posture straight once more and his look determined. Even if 75% of what he did was just from a manual older than his father and based on old-fashioned movies. He just hoped it was enough. For both him and Galaron Stats: Population: 16,78 billion Metal: production: 7 Storage(current): 12 Fuel: Production: 1 Storage (current):12 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/lobTVJa For this year the pink area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -Heavy cruiser hull research Currency invested previously: 34,5kC Currency invested this turn: 40k C Turns to go: 16 There is great danger in space. At any moment life in Galaron can be disturbed. The Grand Assembly has deemed it so that light cruisers and support cruisers are not enough to defend the Republic against the new threats the Galaxy presents. A greater class of ship is needed that can go toe to toe with similarly sized ships or obliterate Light Cruisers. -T2 plasma (ships) (6 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 10k Currency invested this turn: In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 10k C Turns to go: ?-4 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. T2 basic sensors: Turns to go: ?-1 Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Knowing that a stealth-like alloy exists and certainly not wanting to be surprised by 'invisible’ ships in their own system the Republic develops higher-quality sensors. Hoping to stay ahead of any possible stealth technology and not have their own ships ambushed by hidden ones. Financial actions: There is one truth to be found in life. Everything has a cost. Whether this be love and affection, or whether this is a military-industrial complex to build a strong defense for your homeland against possible extra-terrestial invaders. As such several economic ventures are started in sector B6 to help fund the army. (5 bussineses are built) (75kC)(TC8) Martial actions: Extra-terrestial life exists. Invasion is possible, the Republic is threatened. The Republic prepares for war: Fleet: 1 Light Cruiser (10k C & 4M) 1 Fighter Wing (5k C & 1M) 1 frigate (4k C & 1M) Total: 19k C & 6M
  9. Roberik

    DoomedDM

    Drevan has an unremarkable life in general. He, like many, was born the son of a farmer. Specifically in the kingdom of Haense. Here he lived an uneventful life. He aided his father and mother on the farm, made friends in the village (though with difficulty) and lived a rural and content life. Drevan and his family were devout followers of the Church of the True Faith. Having great conviction in the church of the canon and the virtues proclaimed by Horen. Hearing stories of how Horen brought order and virtue in an age of sin. An age where humans were wicked and Horen denied the tradition of having three wives. Yet as with many other lives, Drevan's life was changed by the war of the two emperors. Drevan and his family hoped that they could continue on without any interference from the war. However, this was not to be. One day Drevan's village was pillaged by Orenian soldiers. It was a small raid, nothing to attract the attention of the high-up nobles. But for Drevan it took the lives of his parents and his extended family. Certainly not all of the village but unfortunately everyone he knew. Drevan only survived by hiding in an empty bag hidden in a corner. He was lucky. In the aftermath however, Drevan had nothing. He had the family farm but what was it worth now anyways ? What did a life of farming mean, his life was almost taken from him and what he done with it ? He had done nothing with it. His life might have been cut off before it had even started, and this had a possible positive effect on Drevan. Rather than continuing the family farm he sold it to a friend's family. Then he used the money to buy some supplies and went of, leaving his home and the lands of Haense. Leaving his homeland to travel the world. Not for adventure, glory or anything like that. But to see. To see what there could be found in the world. So that on the day that Drevan went to the heavens and to the promised land of Horen, that he could go with the satisfaction that he had experienced and seen everything that he could.
  10. The Republic of Galaron Date: 621 AR (2211AD) Stats: Population: 16,4 billion Metal: production: 2 Storage(current): 14 Fuel: Production: 1 Storage (current):12 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/lobTVJa For this year the Green area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -Heavy cruiser hull research Currency invested previously: 0k Currency invested this turn: 34,5kC Turns to go: 20 There is great danger in space. At any moment life in Galaron can be disturbed. The Grand Assembly has deemed it so that light cruisers and support cruisers are not enough to defend the Republic against the new threats the Galaxy presents. A greater class of ship is needed that can go toe to toe with similarly sized ships or obliterate Light Cruisers. -T2 plasma (ships) (7 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 10k Currency invested this turn: k In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Turns to go: ?-3 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. T2 basic sensors: Turns to go: ? Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Knowing that a stealth-like alloy exists and certainly not wanting to be surprised by 'invisible’ ships in their own system the Republic develops higher-quality sensors. Hoping to stay ahead of any possible stealth technology and not have their own ships ambushed by hidden ones. Financial actions: 75kC is invested on building 5 Industry on one of the territorial claims of Galaron in order to satisfy the increased demand of Metal in order to bolster the fleet and army of the Republic against possible extra-terrestrial threat. (75kC)(TC7) 15kC is invested into building another business sector on TC6. In order to slightly bolster the economy to make a bigger investment into defense possible. Martial actions: Extra-terrestial life exists. Invasion is possible, the Republic is threatened. The Republic prepares for war: Army: 1 unit of regular infantry is built on Galaron (5kC)(1AP) 1 unit of Artillery is built on Galaron (6kC+1M)(2AP) 1 unit of Armored troops (Tank, IFV's & APC's) is built on Galaron(6,5kC+1M)(2AP) Total: 17,5kC+2M (5AP)
  11. The Republic of Galaron Date: 620 AR (2210AD) The Grand Assembly, the governing body of the Republic of Galaron. Located in the unoriginally named Galaron city the official seat of the Grand assembly was a large room about 100 meters by 60 meters. In this room there were a total of 280 seats spread out in a half circle. All of the seats pointed in the direction of a similair half-circle based platform. There there was a stand for any politician proposing a bill to stand, and next to him a stand to those who were opposing the bill. With a small booth to the side where the 'Alliros’ made sure all rules of the Grand Assembly were complied with, whilst next to the Alliros a Magistros kept record of everything officially said in the room. Normally it was a calm place, of rational non-emotional debate. Where there was a strict formality and everybody acted respectfully to each other. Where even raising one's voice too hard could result in a harsh reprimand from the Alliros. What no one had expected was that the assembly would be shouting to each other and mumbling to those next to them. There was almost utter confusion, no sense of direction, no sense of what they should do. Thus the Alliros did something that had not been done for decades. The harsh sound of a gavel slamming on wood cut through the shouting and murmurs of the Assembly and all eyes turned to the Alliros, a female Galaronian of about 58 years old. A pair of glasses perched on her beak, which was now trembling in frustration and annoyance. Then she spoke. "Gentlemen and women. I would ask of you to please keep your beak and comply with normal protocol. Now as decreed by protocol 26A the Alliros may give the Grushdal the right to speak to the crowd without being interrupted by individuals the Assembly for a duration of 10 minutes. Grushdal Xulina you may take to the podium ” The sight of the normally stoic Alliros being frustrated like this finally brought the Assembly back in order. Now watching as the Grushdal took to the Podium and stood behind a stand. The Grushdal slowly breathed in and out, knowing that the eyes of the entire Republic were on her. In and out. "Gentlemen and women. We are now faced with something that has only been theorized before. The prospect that we are not alone in the galaxy. What has only been theorized or specialized before has come true. Confirming both our greatest fear and hope.” The Grushdal breathed in and out again "It is now a fact that we stand on the precipice of a new era. An era of great opportunity or despair. An era of possible adventure and danger. An era where there can be great peace” The silence hung eerily quit for a moment. "Or great war. But in all this I know one thing with certainty.” The Grushdal looked around the room for a moment, meeting the eyes of the assembled representatives and then into where the camera for the public to view the proceedings were. "I know that the people of Galaron will not be found wanting. We will go into this new era with beaks raised. We will look the dangers of the galaxy eye to eye and say 'we will stand against you. We will be the light of hope, reason and civilization in this galaxy. And even if we may fall we will never ever back down’.” The Grushdal breathed in and out again, letting the silence hang for a moment before receiving a great applause from the Assembly. Both from her own supporters and from the opposition. For now was a time to show unity. Then she fixed her tie and spoke in a more calm voice. "Now to briefly recap the course of events so that we know what course of action we must take. At 0915 in the morning we woke up with an unfamiliar personage in our system. A galactic merchant going by the name of mr Tozikob. He offered a wide range of goods. Our chief diplomat Ulasi Erukai managed to negotiate a trade deal in which we sold our excess fuel in return for the schematics for a type of advanced armor and a map of this quadrant of the galaxy. ” Behind the Grushdal a large screen was activated showing the map aquired from the merchant. "As you can see there are a total of 7 'neighbours’ so to speak. One of these is very close to us, about 4 sectors North from Galaron itself. The other six are at varying distances between us but our greatest worry should be this neighbor to the North. Especially as it occupies a far greater area of space than us.” "In the light of this informatoin I propose the reinstatement of the Army of Galaron, a rapid expansion of our fleet and the fortification of the systems of Galaron and Barun” There was more discussion after this of course. But for once in the recent history of the Assembly a bill was passed with unanimous support. Galaron would be prepared for the future. Stats: Population: 16,4 billion Metal: production: 2 Storage(current): 14 Fuel: Production: 1 Storage (current):12 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/lobTVJa For this year the Yellow area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -Heavy cruiser hull research Currency invested previously: 0k Currency invested this turn: 0k Turns to go: ? Extra-terrestial life exists. This means that a larger ship class is neccesary in order to protect the Republic against realistic and possible threats. -T2 plasma (ships) (8 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 10k In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Turns to go: ?-2 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. Artificial Gravity: Turns to go: 1 Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 A consistent problem for both the long-term health of the space personel and the functionality of the ships themselves have been a lack of gravity. In order to help mitigate this problem is to create a type of system which simulates gravity. This can be done by either two ways. One is to find a substitute that helps to simulate the large mass of celestial bodies. The second and more viable option is to study, and simulate the effects of electron. Which rotate around a singular nucleus and in effect function similarly to celestial objects. With two similar formulas being used to calculate the effect of gravity and electrons. Financial actions: 0,25k C is saved for next turn. Martial actions: Extra-terrestial life exists. Invasion is possible, the Republic is threatened. The Republic prepares for war: SF: 1 new SF is built to reinforce Galaron itself. Whilst the first fortifications are set up on the colonial planet of Barun (2SF)(100kC) Ships: Shipyards (level 2): 20SP production 1 Support carrier is built (5M & 12,5k C) (5SP) 2 fighter wings are built (2M &10kC) (2SP) 3 corvettes (3M &7,5kC) Total: 10M& 30kC Army: 1 unit of regular infantry is built on Galaron (5kC)(1AP) 1 unit of light infantry is built and stationed on the Xylorite planet (4kC)(1AP) 1 unit of Light infantry is built and stationed on Barun(4kC)(1AP) Total: 13kC (3AP)
  12. The Republic of Galaron Date: 619 AR (2208AD) Crime. It is a concept that has always existed and will always exist as long as there are laws and social rules. Crimes, to put it simply, consists of breaking written law and/or unwritten law. It may range from slightly tilting every painting in a hallway (positively criminal) to murder. Yes, there will always be crime for if there was no crime no law would be necessary. Even in the ideal soceity of 619 AR there is still crime. Not as bad as in previous generations but always there. Thus it is that in the city of Aruda on the continent of Kalurai ina well-lit office building that a grey-furred Galaronian was confidently leaning into a leather-backed chair, as on the other side of the pinkish Yakuai-wood table a brown/white furred Galaronian sat. With both his glasses and beak covering in fear. The grey furred Galaronian spoke. Both hands on each other and the table. Eyes peering intently into the eyes of the other Galaronian. As if looking at the brown/white furred Galaronian's soul "Mr Yakusa, can you give me a reason as to why I should not hand over your financial records to the RAS (Regional Administrative Service) ?” The now named Mr Yakusa spoke up to the looming figure of the elder Galaronian. Voice quivering in clear fear. "Let us no be hasty sir.” Mr Yakusa said. Letting his beak go up and down a little to put emphasis on haste. As this was said the grey-furred Galaronian leaned forward. With Mr Yakusa instinctively shrinking into himself. "Tell me mr Yakusa. Are you happy with your life, satisfied , content ?” Caught off-guard by this question mr Yakusa responded in a confused tone. "Uhm...... I guess so yes.” Then the grey-furred Galaronian spoke once more. Tipping his claws hard on the wooden surface each time he said 'gone’. "Alright keep that in mind. Everything that you hold dear. Now think what would happen if you did not have it anymore.” "Your mansion, gone. Replaced by you sleeping in a cramped unemployed center. Your nice big bank account. GONE, replaced with crippling debts and a constant effort to make end's meet. Your relationships GONE. With your wife divorcing and keeping your children whilst the secretary you have an affair with leaks pictures of you in compromising positions. Everything that you hold dear. GONE ” Tears leaking out of the eyes of mr. Yakusa. His whole body shivering and his hairs all standing on end. The man whimpered. “Wha.... at... what can I do ? Anyth.....” The man wanted to speak further but could form no other words. Now the grey-furred Galaronian leaned back into his chair. And spoke in a kind, yet subtly threatening voice. A complete 180 from his previous furious and intimidating demeanor. "Mr Yakusa. There is one thing that you can give us that will make sure that all is well for both you and me.” "xylorite” Stats: Population: 16,08 billion Metal: production: 2 Storage(current): 13 Fuel: Production: 1 Storage (current):18 Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/lobTVJa For this year the blue area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -T1 forcefields(1 year to go) Currency invested previously: 52,75k Currency invested this turn: 0k Now that the quantum coms project has been finished funding and attention have become available to work on the forcefield project. A.k.a. creating a hardened field of energy around a ship. This project is now seen as more viable as xylorite has now been proven to be a possible new energy source. -T2 plasma (ships) (9 turns to go) Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 10k In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Turns to go: ?-1 In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. Artificial Gravity: Turns to go: 2 Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 A consistent problem for both the long-term health of the space personel and the functionality of the ships themselves have been a lack of gravity. In order to help mitigate this problem is to create a type of system which simulates gravity. This can be done by either two ways. One is to find a substitute that helps to simulate the large mass of celestial bodies. The second and more viable option is to study, and simulate the effects of electron. Which rotate around a singular nucleus and in effect function similarly to celestial objects. With two similar formulas being used to calculate the effect of gravity and electrons. Financial actions: 6 Business is built in TC 6 (90k) 1 farm is built on TC1 (15k) 1 farm is built on TC5 (15k) 7k C is saved for next turn. Martial actions:
  13. The Republic of Galaron Lost in troublesome dreams Man, long lost in a deep slumber Man wakes once more Date: 618 AR (2208AD) Population: 16,08 billion "Welcome Grushdal to the Beta Military research center. It is an honour to have you here” Those were the first words that were heard by Grushdal Minali Xulina as she entered the aformentioned research center. Walking into the opening hall of the research center. Or rather the 'mad house’ as it was infamously known amongst the government. Whilst the alpha research center, being located on the surface of Galaron and focused on the theoretical background of science, the beta research center was clearly not. Rather it was centered on the moon of the gas giant known as Tinan after the ancient god of craftsmanship. Here they had much less safety regulations to worry about. Which meant, combined with it's relative proximity to Galaron, that it was a prime location for practical testing of dangerous technology. Thus whilst actually still strictly adhering to safety regulations, the beta reserach center had gained a reputation of having the most creative and arguably 'crazy’ members of the Galaronian scientific corp. Or simply put, beta center equals big boom boom. And this was more true than ever. As her annual visit co-incided with the final demonstration of the Steel-titanium armor that would be used on the battleships of Galaron. And to demonstrate it this group of madmen's favorite toy was going to be used. Plasma The Grushdal shivered when she remembered the glistening looks in the eyes of the scientists when she announced that a new generation of plasma weaponry were going to be developed. Not even talking about the sheer mania when she had announced the development of [REDACTED]. The latter was the most scary, though the shock of it disciplined the scientists there. At least for the moment. Back to the topic at hand, the president 'walked’ across the floor of the research facility. Though this was made quite hard by the light gravity of the moon. As she stepped out, and realizing she had drifted off for a few second she responded. Glad that the helmet she had on obscured her face. "It is a pleasure coming here professor Anders. Shall we proceed to the testing site ? I have already had the preliminary report on the projects here at the moment. Furthermore I would prefer if we walked and talked. Time is precious and I have much to do every day with little time to do it.” Professor Anders looked off-put at how quickly the lead of the conversation was taken from him and the disregard of his gust. Still the professor gathered himself quick and inside of his helmet his beak straightened. Then he responded with a busniss-like tone. "Very well Grushdal. Whilst we are walking I will repeat the test you will see in a moment. We have set up a firing range with a prototype of the armor that is going to be employed. Specifically a 6% aluminium, 4% vanadium, 0,15% iron and 0,1% oxygen mixture. Of which the remainder is pure titanium. This Titanium-steel alloy is going to be hit with a mark II type 4 Sollan plasma battery. Which shoots plasma bolts of 1800 degrees (Kelvin).” As the professor gave this explenation the pair soon reached the viewing bay. A room with two straight rows of seating on the right hand side. One above the other. On the other side of the room was an ‘opaque glass window’, which was actually a wall sized tv. There was no way the grushdal would be seated in a location where all that protected her was a few layers of reinforced glass. Anyways, as the grushdal came to be seated, with the professor on her right side and her personal bodyguard on her left she 'viewed’ the target. It mostly looked like a ship hull which one might find on a sailing ship. At first sight it looked like nothing much. Then the professor whispered to her 'the demonstration is going to start in 2 minutes’ to which she nodded. She then spoke again with the professor "Professor, what is the predicted durability of the armor ? How many shots is it going to last ?” To which the professor eagerly responded, a large hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice. "We predict that it can withstand an average of 4.2 straight on shots of the Sollan. With it having a small chance to withstand 3 shots. And in some cases managing to hold on against 5 shots. Though these ones are relatively rare.” As the professor spoke the Grushdal listened, but her attention slowly shifted to the image of the target. Where on the right hand side of the 'window’ was a small counter ticking down. Then as it reached 0 she saw how just at that moment a orange bolt fell from the heavens. As if the light from a distant star had reached this planet. Then it impacted on the armor itself. There she saw how it caused a small dent and saw scorch marks. The second one hit about 5 meters off, yet with the already reduced integrity and increased heat of the armor it left a larger impact. With the metal itself giving off a slight glow itself. As well as having a significantly sized crater seeming to go about a few centimeters in. Then the third bolt hit, the armor itself now seemed to glow the colour of warm iron. THe outer layers of the armor already melting whilst a person could now theoratically stick their thumb into the gap created by the plasma. Minali saw how even the bottom of the crater seemed to glow a soft colour. Then she saw how the cannon fired a fourth time and broke through the armor. Going through and then glowing and creating a hole through 20 feet of stone. After she saw this Minali was silent for a moment before asking. "If I might ask, how many hits could the previous armor resist ?” With a wide smile the professor responded. "An average of 1.6 hits” The Grushdal, was silent for a moment then said. "Well done.” Actions Mod actions: With a new interest in exploration a plan is developed for the coming years for exploration: https://imgur.com/a/lobTVJa For this year the red area will be explored by the three exploration ships: bright future, golden light and forward march. Research actions: Passive research: -T1 forcefields(6 year to go) Currency invested previously: 16,75k Currency invested this turn: 36k Now that the quantum coms project has been finished funding and attention have become available to work on the forcefield project. A.k.a. creating a hardened field of energy around a ship. This project is now seen as more viable as xylorite has now been proven to be a possible new energy source. -T2 plasma (ships) (? turns to go) In order to deal with possible insurgents and theoretical extra-terrestial sentient threats the already existing plasma weaponry is to be improved to a greater degree. This is of important priority as plasma weaponry is still a newer invention and will require additional safety features to operate on a larger basis. Especially if ship designs like heavy cruisers will be deployed in the near future. -Project fire Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 Turns to go: ? In order to achieve [REDACTED] the republic of Galaron decrees to their R&D department that [REDACTED] must be developed. Due to the danger of [REDACTED] if it gets into the wrong hands it is classified as [NEED-TO-KNOW]. Meaning that only those that are involved in the use or development of [REDACTED]. Questions of the Grand Assembly are answered by stating that [REDACTED] is to be held in 'stasis’ until a crisis of suitable danger occurs. Artificial Gravity: Turns to go: (3) Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 A consistent problem for both the long-term health of the space personel and the functionality of the ships themselves have been a lack of gravity. In order to help mitigate this problem is to create a type of system which simulates gravity. This can be done by either two ways. One is to find a substitute that helps to simulate the large mass of celestial bodies. The second and more viable option is to study, and simulate the effects of electron. Which rotate around a singular nucleus and in effect function similarly to celestial objects. With two similar formulas being used to calculate the effect of gravity and electrons. Financial actions: 6 Business is built in TC 4 (90k) Martial actions:
  14. The Republic of Galaron Lost in troublesome dreams Man, long lost in a deep slumber Man wakes once more Date: 616 AR (2206 AD) Population: 15,76 billion Actions Mod actions: Research actions: Passive research: -T1 forcefields(8 year to go) Previous investments: 16,75k Now that the quantum coms project has been finished funding and attention have become available to work on the forcefield project. A.k.a. creating a hardened field of energy around a ship. This project is now seen as more viable as xylorite has now been proven to be a possible new energy source. -T2 Armor (steel titanium) (2 turns to go) Research continues on in the investment of increased armor for the ships of the Republic. -T1 xylorite reactors Currency invested previously: 44,75 Currency invested this turn: 40k Turns to go: 2 Due to a so called xylorite craze, and an increased amount of goverment funds a massive investment is made into using the inherent energy of xylorite into usable energy for the ships of the Republic. Whilst it is further thought that, if succesfull, the project can be upscaled to the Civilian sector. Artificial Gravity: Turns to go: (?) A consistent problem for both the long-term health of the space personel and the functionality of the ships themselves have been a lack of gravity. In order to help mitigate this problem is to create a type of system which simulates gravity. This can be done by either two ways. One is to find a substitute that helps to simulate the large mass of celestial bodies. The second and more viable option is to study, and simulate the effects of electron. Which rotate around a singular nucleus and in effect function similarly to celestial objects. With two similar formulas being used to calculate the effect of gravity and electrons. Financial actions: 4 Business is built (60k) (spread will be determined later) 5,75k money is saved for the next year Date: 617 AR (2206 AD) Population: 15,92 billion Actions Mod actions: Research actions: Passive research: -T1 forcefields(7 year to go) Previous investments: 16,75k Now that the quantum coms project has been finished funding and attention have become available to work on the forcefield project. A.k.a. creating a hardened field of energy around a ship. This project is now seen as more viable as xylorite has now been proven to be a possible new energy source. -T2 Armor (steel titanium) (1 turns to go) Research continues on in the investment of increased armor for the ships of the Republic. -T1 xylorite reactors Currency invested previously: 84,75 Currency invested this turn: 40,25k Turns to go: 1 Due to a so called xylorite craze, and an increased amount of goverment funds a massive investment is made into using the inherent energy of xylorite into usable energy for the ships of the Republic. Whilst it is further thought that, if succesfull, the project can be upscaled to the Civilian sector. Artificial Gravity: Turns to go: (?-1) Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 0 A consistent problem for both the long-term health of the space personel and the functionality of the ships themselves have been a lack of gravity. In order to help mitigate this problem is to create a type of system which simulates gravity. This can be done by either two ways. One is to find a substitute that helps to simulate the large mass of celestial bodies. The second and more viable option is to study, and simulate the effects of electron. Which rotate around a singular nucleus and in effect function similarly to celestial objects. With two similar formulas being used to calculate the effect of gravity and electrons. Financial actions: 4 Business is built in TC 3&4 (60k) 1k C is stores for future use Martial actions: 2 exploration vessels are built (2M&7k C) 2 destroyers are built (4M&12k C)
  15. The Republic of Galaron Date: 615 AR (2205 AD) What is it that makes a nation great ? Was it it’s technological prowess, it’s economic status, it’s industry, it’s army ? None of these, what made a country great were it’s people. At least that is what the commodore claimed. These were the thoughts of captain Carmine of the destroyer ‘vigilance’ as she floated to the captain’s quarters on the pride of the fleet, the Light Cruiser ‘Dauntless’, built 14 years ago it was on the cutting edge of technology at the time. Though it was made clear that there was still far to go. Especially considering that she was floating rather than actually walking. The Dauntless, nor any other ship for that matter, did not have artificial gravity. This despite Carmine’s friend Eller telling her that it was certainly viable. But instead of pursuing that the scientists were pursuing fever dreams. Xylorite and forcefields. These were the dreams of children. ‘Unlimited energy’ and ‘hardened energy’ both were just childish. She preffered having good, solid armor around the ship and a plasma gun to deal with any smugglers, pirates or theoratical seperatists. Yet she was not high enough in command to make a difference. Even though she heavily disagreed with current technological doctrine. Which brought her to the reason why she was floating to the captain’s quarters. Though in effect they were the commodore’s. She had recently gotten a bit too drunk on Gluhwein and apparently she said some pretty bad things about the current doctrine. Which brought her here, for an unofficial reprimand. Thus, after a moment’s reluctance, (after she arrived at the quarters) she knocked on the hatch/door. This was followed by a brief ‘Come in’ After this was said the hatch opened and she entered into what looked like an office. Though quite diffeent from a surface office. [TBC] Actions Mod actions: Research actions: Passive research: -T1 forcefields(9 year to go) Previous investments: 16,75k Now that the quantum coms project has been finished funding and attention have become available to work on the forcefield project. A.k.a. creating a hardened field of energy around a ship. This project is now seen as more viable as xylorite has now been proven to be a possible new energy source. -T2 Armor (steel titanium) (3 turns to go) Research continues on in the investment of increased armor for the ships of the Republic. -T1 xylorite reactors Currency invested previously: 0 Currency invested this turn: 44,75k Turns to go: ? Due to a so called xylorite craze, and an increased amount of goverment funds a massive investment is made into using the inherent energy of xylorite into usable energy for the ships of the Republic. Whilst it is further thought that, if succesfull, the project can be upscaled to the Civilian sector. Financial actions: 4 Business is built (60k) (spread will be determined later)
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