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FEDERATION OF CONNECTICUT New Haven, Connecticut, 1861 A.D. It was perhaps a normal day in Connecticut, were the country not falling apart at it’s seams. The people on the streets had much on their minds to talk about -- they seemed anxious. They were unsure what would become of them in the wake of the death of the United States. A large host of the more involved, and curious of New Haven’s residents gathered around the Charter House. Their commotion heard from blocks away, stirring more individuals to leave their homes and investigate. Much of the ships remained at anchor in the harbor and outside trade had nearly stopped completely. Sailors stood at the docks and on the decks of their ships uneasily. Yet, some continued to load shipments and crates aboard their vessels should the situation blow over. Should they head out into open waters or into the porters of the now independent American states, there was almost no guarantee of their safety. Many of the sailors had heard of the British mistreatment during the War of 1812, and did not want the fate of those American sailors to befall them. Would they too find themselves impressed, or would their ships be stormed and assets stolen. Regardless, it wasn’t a risk they would dare take. Inside the Charter House, many of Connecticut’s politicians, learned, and affluent gathered, squabbling among each other. People circled off in their own groups, discussing what would the best path be to take Connecticut forward. Political party aside, they each had their own ideas regarding Connecticut’s future. It would continue for some time, with some of the members getting somewhat confrontational. After some time, the crowd had became restless. Yet, in a timely appearance by the Governor, William Alfred Buckingham, they were quelled. As he took to the podium, all eyes rested upon him. The cacophony of arguing and bickering among each other died at that moment. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Assembly. We stand at the end of an era. The death of the United States of America. All around us, our countrymen secede from the Union. In order to prevent our fall, we too must break ties with the Federal Government of this now defunct America. Trying times lay ahead of us. It is now that the snakes in the garden will reveal their presence and strike, for there is no greater opportunity now. We must be vigilant, for the states to any of our borders may decide to stake their claim against us. Yet, we shall not despair, no! Free from the shackles of a distant national government, we now have the freedom to govern ourselves, for a prosperous Connecticut, for our sons and their’s.” the Governor paused, taking a moment to drink. A light applause followed, and then further proceeded by another outbreak of squabbling. With a simple bang of the gavel, ringing about the open chamber, they were silenced once more. “I remind all of you that the future of Connecticut rests upon our shoulders. It is time we put aside our differences and become one. If we continue to argue amongst ourselves then we are already defeated. There is hope yet. Despite whatever enemies may lurk in the shadows, there may yet be allies to be found among them. We have always shared close bonds with our New English brethren, to which I must say we should further push these bonds, an alliance of sorts. Whether they are receptive is another matter entirely. Of course, I’ll be requiring some of you to act as trusted delegates. In regards to all of you, I believe I’ll now abdicate the podium. Let all who wish air their concerns or grievances do so today, and let us hope we shall reach an accord.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The meeting of the Assembly continues on for some days. Much is discussed, and orders are pushed outwards from the doors of the Charter House. After some time, several acts are pushed forwards in order to prepare Connecticut for whatever challenges lay ahead of them. NAVAL ORDINANCE ACT OF 1860 The Act calls for the construction of a fleet of warships. Connecticut is vulnerable on the seas. Unfortunately, they were unable to seize any of the Federal naval assets. The doctrine emphasizes fast moving warships instead of slow ships of the line. A large focus is the protection of trade routes and merchant ships. ARMAMENT ACT OF 1860 The Act calls for all state militias to join as a Grand Army of Connecticut. Many of the leaders of these militias are allowed command in a newfound Officer Corps and are to undergo extensive training. As it stands, the Army is a volunteer force. However, a clause calls for further expansion of the ranks via conscription in the time of desperate war. CURRENCY ACT OF 1860 The Act calls for the adoption of the currency of their neighbor, Massachusetts. The Connecticut National Bank is also created. EXPANSION OF POWERS ACT OF 1860 The Act names the Governor as the sole executive head of the State. He is given a wider array of powers akin to that may have been held by the President. COLORED ADMISSION ACT OF 1860 The Act permits those of African descent to enlist within the Army of Connecticut. However, at the time, they are segregated into their own regiments, and often led by a white officer. FARMER SUBSIDIZATION ACT OF 1860 The Act recognizes potential famine that may strike the country. In response, the government will subsidize many farmers and allow for large tracts of land to be allocated to families that choose to do so. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ACTIONS Delegates are sent to each of the New England states as well as Pennsylvania and Ohio. (Players/Mod) Governor Buckingham requests the aid of the Mystic Seaport, commissioning two new frigates. (Mod) Buckingham begins the process of transforming the state militias into a unified, regimented army. Many of Connecticut’s brightest minds are called upon to serve in the new Officer Corps, should they choose. The goal is to have at least 25,000 men ready for service. (Mod) The Federation of Connecticut is declared, ending the State of Connecticut that was once subservient to D.C. (Mod) Connecticut adopts the currency of their neighbor, Massachusetts. (Players) The Connecticut National Bank is created. (Mod) The manufacturing plants are commissioned to produce firearms and heavy artillery in mass. (Mod) African Americans are permitted to enlist within Connecticut’s Army (Mod) Farmers are subsidized and encouraged to expand operations in Connecticut, despite the known infertility of the soil. (Mod)

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Application Discord Name; Tank#9694 Desired State; Connecticut History of said State’s history, leadership, and government; What is now Connecticut initially began as several disunified colonies along the Long Island Sound. Still meager in size, the state is often overlooked by their neighbors in New York and Massachusetts. However, the State has played a significant role in American history; giving rise to individuals such as Nathan Hale, Eli Whitney, and Mark Twain, and J.P. Morgan, as well as hosting the prestigious Yale University. And it is because of Connecticuters that the Connecticut Compromise was proposed, allowing for America’s bicameral legislature. In part due to Eli Whitney and the Industrial Revolution, Connecticut has become home to significant manufacturing plants, a booming textile industry, and expansive railroad infrastructure. With the collapse of the American government, the state is left in a precarious situation. Will they hold strong, or will they become the battleground of their feuding neighbors? Many look to the guidance of the governor, William Alfred Buckingham, who has quickly set about militarizing his state. Nominal Leader/President/Governor/etc.; Governor William Alfred Buckingham Do you want a Custom Character? If so what’s their name and background? (Can only start in low level positions of power); Andrew Cunningham – a young adult who recently graduated from Yale and a proud Connecticuter. He has enlisted within the Connecticut Infantry and strives to do a service for his state.

203rd Battalion Report A LAAT gunship arrives in Arranoc, ferrying troopers between Baseplate and Arranoc City. Attre gathered the officers of the Arranoc garrison into his command tent. They had set aside a portion of the city to act as a small Forward Operating Base. For all intents and purposes, it was its own community within the city. Sentries patrolled the length of the hastily erected palisade, all the while, the Battalion’s single HAVw-A6 cast it’s shadow over the makeshift camp. Other soldiers traveled inside the camp - drilling or marching, using the refresher, heading to the bacta tanks, or perhaps even playing a game of ball. There was a handful of small facilities, though, it was by no means a permanent settlement. Merely, an area in which to house the garrison. Barracks housed a company worth of clones who formed the backbone of Republic presence within the city. As volunteers steadily enlisted in the G.A.R. it was these troopers who put them through the paces. Just beyond Attre’s command test, a trooper was putting a new squad of Edichi natives through blaster training. Some got the hang of it faster than others. As Octane pushed to the center of the room, Attre could now proceed with the new debrief. He wasted no time, cutting to the chase. “Alright, men. The leader of Arranoc seems pretty sympathetic to our cause. We either need to make further strides - as in puppet him. Our situation is dire and we lack proper funds to maintain a fully efficient fighting force. We need to be able to extract funds from this city if he have chance of having meaningful presence. If we can’t pull his strings, we’ll need to replace him.” “Ah, subversion. My speciality.” chuckled CT-4777 ‘Lucky’. “Maybe. We’ll have to see - depending on where this goes.” “What do you want from us? To sweet talk him?” inquired another clone lieutenant, a recently promoted trooper named Kanto. “Make him and the ruling elite see that they need us. Talk to the leaders of the guilds and corporations. Seek out the city councillors and the prominent members. Strongarm them - that there is no other choice. Perhaps if they run elections, ensure that pro-Republic representatives are selected for office.” said Attre. “You make it sound so simple.” replied Kanto. “Maybe, but I’m trusting all of you with this.” “Yeah, I don’t foresee this backfiring. In fact, I’ll go charm the head honcho.” stated Lucky, carrying an air of confidence. Though he had his helmet on, one would suspect he carried a grin, tapping his helmet, which had three 7s painted onto it akin to those of a slot machine. “You’d better be serious.” said Attre skeptically. “Oh, I am.” he remarked. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A live-fire exercise at the ARC trooper program at Baseplate, using less-than-lethal bolts. “You lads remember the Citadel Challenge on Kamino? Well, this new scenario makes the Citadel it’s b*tch.” - CT 5190 ‘Sloane’ “Jager, Kovic, give me sitrep.” the clone sergeant sounded, body against the wall of the primary entry point of the simulated compound. “Jager in position. Your six is clear. Counting at least ten hostiles. Two Supers. VIP being held in the upstairs master bedroom.” “Kovic moving up to rooftop for vertical assault.” “Copy.” the sergeant replied, gripping his DC-15 blaster rightly. He shifted his body, standing parallel to the door’s entrance. He briefly glanced to his feet, making sure he wouldn’t trip up on entry, then across to the trooper opposite of him; Lance. “Lance, thermal inside the window on my mark.” Lance removed one of the detonators from his waist, clutching it within the palm of his hand, nodding to his superior. He waited for his cue from the Sergeant, Hornet. He extended three fingers, holding it up for Lance to see clearly. The trooper activated the grenade, nodding, as Hornet counted quietly. “Three. Two. One.” to which the clone blindly lobbed the grenade around the corner of house’s front window. A soft clank was heard on the other side. The droids in that room definitely had to have heard it. Though, if there timing was right, they’d have no time to react to the following explosion. Boom. The troopers followed in afterwards. Hornet drove his boot into the door with all his might, sending it flying back inwards. One behind the other, they entered. They naturally drew to opposite sides of the room. The room had been resigned to nothing more than a charred mess. What was left of a B2 appeared to been caught in the epicenter of the blast, and a couple of B1s lay on the ground, appearing inoperative. “Clear left.” “Clear right.” “Move up.” And at that moment a pair of B1s rushed down a nearby flight of stairs, blasters primed. The troopers ducked behind the remains of furniture, caught off guard. Red traces of plasma raced just inches past them, many of which striking the wall behind them.. As blasters struck all across the room, chips of debris showered the two troopers. They were pinned by a hail of fire, and dropped to the ground behind an overturned couch, scorching from the thermal detonator’s explosion. Lance braved the blasters, peering out from behind the cover of a couch, and squeezing three successive shots from his DC-15, neutralizing the rightmost of the droids. The second droid turned his attention to the source of the blaster fire and returned fire in the general direction, although by that time, Lance had already retreated. Hornet now had the opportunity to take out the remain, riskily peaking over the top of the sofa and capping the droid with two shots from his DC-17. The duo nodded two each other with Hornet signalling to the staircase in which the droids had utilize to blindside them. Lance brushed past Hornet, offering him a slight punch to the shoulder, “I’ve got point.” Hornet scoffed, “No more surprises like that, please.” The trooper snapped his weapon forward, one foot beginning to climb up the stairs,“Don’t need to tell me twice.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ RNS Dauntless in geosynchronous orbit over Edichi “Sorry sir, I’m just -- not in my element.” “None of us are; being refined to mining operations. Yet the future of our operations on Edichi relies upon it.” “We’re doing our part, I suppose.” “Let there be no doubt about it.” “I’d just rather be taking the fight to the Seppies. Wherever they are..” “There is a certain thrill about it, isn’t there.” “Oh, it’s even better on the ground, I assure you, Admiral.” chimed in one of the marine’s on bridge duty. “Better than nearly be vented into the void when buzzdroids nearly breached the transparisteel?” “W-well…” the trooper stammered. The elder Admiral merely chuckled, hobbling to the front of the bridge. It had become quite apparent he has developed some sort of spinal or back injury. Yet, he persisted, showing devotion to his post. As he walked through the central aisle, many of the bridge officers couldn’t help but shoot him a glance. It was clear that the men and women of the Dauntless had a deep admiration for him. The respect was mutual, running both ways. He couldn’t have gotten a better crew, and thus owed it to them to give it his best. The First mate stepped to his side, though his gaze was fixated forward, locked upon the emptiness of vacuum that engulfed them. “Your orders, sir?” Admiral Condotta sealed his eyes, exhaling deeply through his nostrils. He swayed slightly, though his feet planted on the bridge floor. “Bring us about. To the inner asteroid field of the Edichi system. We have much work to do.” “Aye aye, sir. Engaging aft sublight thrusters.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ACTIONS The ARC trooper programs proceeds. As they progress, the troopers in charge of the efforts refer to the training programs they performed during their time on Kamino. (Mod) Standardized training of the Raw Recruits proceeds. (Mod) Recruitment and propaganda persists still within Arranoc. (Mod) Republic forces of the 203rd Brigade work to assimilate the city they ‘occupy’. They begin a hearts and minds campaign. Troopers interact with locals, taking off their helmets to reveal their humanity. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Republic agents are meeting with key individuals to garner support for a full Republic peaceful takeover. (Mod) The fleet, comprised of the Victory-class star destroyer, two Acclammators, and two Arquitens-class cruisers venture towards the inner asteroid belt of the Edichi system in a salvage/mining operation. (Mod) The 203rd pursues a production contract with Ethos Manufacturing. If a takeover of Arranoc is successful, tax revenue will be used to fund additional starfighters. In addition, whatever scrap remained from the initial salvage operation is offered as a bargaining chip. (Mod) Painstakingly, the troopers at Home Base continue their construction amidst the mountains, attempting to burrow further into the mountain. (Mod)

203RD ATTACK BATTALION REPORT A squadron of ARC-170s provide escort for the trio of capital ships bound for the surface of Edichi, c. 17 BBY. “RNS Dauntless. You are cleared to land at LZ-Alpha. Decrease throttle. Tugboats will guide you in.” “We copy, reentering atmosphere… now. 470 clicks out and descending.” replied a commanding voice. The voice belonged to that of Fleet Admiral Lucien Condotta, who stood firmly in control at the center of the bridge of the Victory-class star destroyer, the Dauntless. From where he stood, he possessed an overarching view of the stations of each of the bridge staff. With their backs turned, manning the consoles, some still felt the heavy weight of the gaze of the distinguished Clone Wars fleet admiral. “Routine landing sequence everyone. Day 471.. Still no scratches on the hull. Let’s keep it that way.” came a second, more hoarse and aged voice, to the right of Admiral Condotta - the First Mate, Jalen Ryon. It was just that, another day. The crew of Dauntless were familiar with combat and the ins and outs of their ship, they’d be damned if they botched a landing. The bridge was eerily quiet, many of the crew unsure of what to expect. The boys on the ground had been given some time to construct their base. Hopefully their efforts paid off. It was nearly quiet except for one of the officers giving periodic updates regarding the ship’s altitude. “400 clicks. 350. 300… 100… 50… 25..” A voice once again came through the radio, “We see you, Dauntless. Tugboats engaging tractor beams. Sit back and relax. We’ll take you in.” With that, there a subtle jolt in the ship as the tugs activated their tractor beams. Ever so gracefully did they ease the star destroyer into its specially constructed landing site, before breaking off to aid the two light cruisers in their landing. Admiral Condotta heaved a sigh of relief, a smile crossing his tired features for the first time in many cycles, “Another happy landing.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Individuals gather around the holotable in the situation room, c. 17 BBY “Sir, incoming transmission from an old Republic frequency.” “Impossible, CT-4910. What other Republic assets were there on Edichi?” responded Lt. Blisk, padding towards the holotable at the center of the dimly situation room. “Unsure. Though, there were other deployments, states the mission manifest.” said the communications officer. “If more of our brothers are out there, we have to contact them.” said Blisk, hand held firmly upon the grip of his DC-17, as if ready to leap into action at this moment. “Shall I patch them through?” asked the officer, shakily. “Yes. Let’s hear what they have to say.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ An example of a Republic propaganda/recruitment poster hung throughout the city. Through the bustling streets Arranoc, which the clones have come to know it as, marched Clone Commander Attre. He was flanked by a squad of clones, among them Lucky and Octane. Each stride they took was with purpose - they had a clear destination as they brushed past the civilians on the sidewalk. It seemed that some of the citizens had cozied up to the clone troopers. That much, he was thankful for. They were surprisingly well received and weren’t blasted on sight. In all of the scenarios that played out in his head, he never foresaw the cheering at their arrival. With each face they passed, some waved, others smiled, while some children approached the white-clad men in curiosity - only to be guided away by their parents. We’re still outsiders, he thought. Trust doesn’t come by easily. “We’re here sir.” declared one of the clone troopers, “City hall.” he and another trooper took up guard positions by the entrance, propping their long-barrelled DC-15s against their shoulders. “So it seems.” said Attre, turning to the rest of his escort, “Alright, boys. Come in with me. Safety on - no mishaps. And do me a favor… don’t embarrass me.” “You can count on it, sir.” said Lucky. Attre scanned the visors of the rest of the troopers, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “Alright, after me.” he beckoned them to follow, flipping up his rangefinder as he ascended the stairs towards the city hall’s entrance. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A clone trooper takes inventory as cargo and salvage is unloaded from the RNS Dauntless. “It’s much less than I’d hoped, but we’ll have to make do.” said Sloane, swiping through the manifest upon his handheld datapad. “Look at it this way - it’s a good start.” replied another clone. “Maybe we can get some bacta tanks running - or better yet, refreshers with plumbing.” said Thorne, curiously popping open the lid of one of the cargo containers, only to find what appeared to be a large collection of scrap metal and debris. Sloane chuckled lightly, shaking his head, “Don’t get your hopes up. We still got much to do.” “Of course.” replied Thorne absently, intent on rummaging through the collection of cargo, overturning much of the metal scrap, and giving it a cursory inspection. He held in his hand what appeared to be part of a bulkhead of a discarded starfighter. “Found something you’re looking for?” called out Sloane, still tapping away at the datapad. “Hell, no. It’s just a bunch of… junk.” “That junk is gonna come a long way towards our base.” “Right...” the clone rolled his eyes, moving on to see what the next container held in store. Meanwhile, Sloane had picked up a transmission. He set down his datapad, and brought his wrist to his helmet, flicking on the communicator on his wrist. “It’s Blisk.” “Better answer it.” scoffed Thorne. Sloane didn’t reply, patching himself in to Blisk’s comm. “Sloane. We have a new directive. Attre wants you to kickstart the ARC trooper project. He needs special forces - flexible and dependable type. You up to the task?” “O-of course, sir.” stammered Sloane, taken aback. “Good.” said Blisk, allowing Sloane no time to think upon the proposal. “Five LAATs are inbound. One is for the ARC candidates. The other three are filled with the recruits from Arranoc. Fifth is additional troopers. You’re overseeing the training of this base’s troopers. Enjoy your promotion.” “Not sure what to say, sir..” “Don’t say anything. I’ll give you a full debrief later. Hey, you’re with Thorne, right? His objectives have been updated as well. Tell him for me, would ya? The Acclimator from the Arranoc mission is RTBing with what I believe to be all of our walkers. They’ll be of much better use here in the mountains than the hovertanks or the Juggernaut. Get them in forward defensive positions.” “I’ll tell him.” said Sloane. “No need, I have ears too.” called out Thorne, rifling through the contents of yet another crate, though obscured from view. “And Thorne - mine the approaches towards Central Base. I want this area locked down. Motion sensors, artillery batteries, bunkers and pillboxes, you name it.” “That can be arranged easily.” Thorne replied, carelessly tossing wreckage out from the crate and over his shoulder. “Good. Then see to it. Blisk, out.” concluded Blisk, the transmission ending there afterward. “Looks like we got our work cut out for us.” Sloane sighed. “Another day in the Grand Army of the Republic.” ACTIONS (Player) The 203rd Attack Battalion opens up communications with the 104th Battalion. Although wary of their intentions and authenticity, the 203rd displays interest in mutual assistance. (Mod) Recruitment persists throughout the city of Arranoc. Several posters and flyers display slogans such as “Support the Boys in White” or “We March Forward for the Republic.” and portray clone troopers in a noble, heroic light. As well as for the army, recruitment is open for the Republic Navy. (Mod) Clone Commander Attre enters talks with the local leader. He expresses interests in cooperating and also explains their plight to him and the splintered nature of Republic forces, other potential looming dangers, and states they’ll need their support financially to liberate Edichi. Attre asks if he has any information regarding the nearby city-states. (Mod) Commander Attre and his retinue inquire with much of Edichi’s corporations, specifically those with presence in Arranoc. Though he briefly mentions a contract for a Venator, he mostly seems interested in expanding the starfighter fleet with a compliment of Alpha-3 Nimbus Class V-Wing starfighters. (Mod) A platoon worth of clone troopers are selected as candidates for the revived ARC trooper program. The aim is to create a fast-response, flexible unit of special forces. Meanwhile, the 100 recruits also undergo standardized training. (Mod) Construction of Central Base amidst the mountains of Edichi’s northern continent continues, burrowing deeper into the mountains. In addition, the clones dig themselves in, aiming to establish a fluid line of defenses in multiple layers. Artillery batteries, trenches, listening posts, and bunkers and mines.

203rd ATTACK BATTALION Clone Commander Attre assesses the situation on the surface of Edichi, c. 17 BBY Commander Attre stood at the center of his command tent, flanked by what appeared to be his most trusted lieutenants. Their gazes were fixed upon the table center to all of them. On the table was a holographic projection of the surrounding area, with markers denoting areas of particular interest. The harsh wind outside the tent, bit at the armor of the troopers, and whipped at the surface of the tent. Vision was restricted to but a few meters in front of oneself., as heavy snowfalls piled atop the ground, throughout the day. It wasn’t an optimal situation to find yourself in, though, at least they would not be pursued this far north. - “Sir?” a familiar voice called out. Though, all the voices he’d heard recently heard were familiar. They were clone troopers. They looked the same, spoke the same, and possessed the same tenacity and ferocity of loyalty. They were his brothers, and to an extent, all he ever knew. For he and his brethren were created in the cloning facilities of Kamino, bred for combat against the Separtist menace. Attre had tuned out the conversation at hand, his mind was elsewhere, “Yes?” he replied, staring out across the table emptily towards the trooper who stood before him. Unsure of exactly, whose voice it was, he was glad he had his helmet on. “We can’t stay here much longer.” the clone added. By now, he knew he who he was speaking with. His trusted friend, since the Geonosian campaign, CT-1777, or as the Battalion had come to know him as, ‘Lucky’. Attre regained his bearings, glancing across the visors of the other clones assembled before him, CT-4007 ‘Octane’, CT-6185 ‘Gibbs’, CT-4015 ‘Blisk’, CT-4027 ‘Thorne’, and CT-5190 ‘Sloane’. He had memorized all their serial numbers and the nicknames by now which many went by. The clones, he often thought to himself, too were pushed off the assembly line as Separtist droids were. But, whenever these thoughts resonated in his mind, he assured himself that clones were better than that. That they possess individuality and spirit, and were not mindless automatons “I agree, though to where, I remain unsure.” “I’ve tried hailing the locals through open transmission several times. No answer.” Lucky said. “Interference from the storm?” asked Gibbs. “Doubtful. We’ve got a deep transmitter. Maybe we’re being jammed.” added Lucky. “Whatever the case, we need to get moving. We’ve nearly exhausted all of the region’s resources.” commented Sloane. “Closest city is a short trip south, along the coast. Not too sure the locals will receive us.” said Gibbs. “They probably see us as an invading force. I’d stay away from them. Don’t think we have the manpower to keep a civilian populace in check.” said Blisk. Attre had let the clones speak among themselves, formulating his own strategy while they pointed various concerns or intelligence regarding the mission. He valued the opinion of his brothers deeply, although, it would be him who decided the fate of what remained of the Battalion. He heaved a burdened sigh, addressing all of those within the tent, “Listen here. Here’s what’s gonna happen. There’s two issues I see that needed to be tended to foremost. We need a permanent base of operations, and we need to compensate for our reduced numbers. I say take a hundred, and fly them directly south with one of our Acclimators and one hundred fifty men. There, you should hit a mountain range, fortify it and dig into the sides of the mountains. The other Acclimator and the rest will go beyond those mountains. If they push forward enough, the second group should come upon a coastal city. We’re gonna need to replenish our numbers, and we’ll start there. I’m going to head the recruiting op. Lucky, Gibbs, Octane - you’re with me. Blisk will head the base efforts - Sloane and and Thorne, you report to him. Any questions?” Attre concluded, scanning the faces of his officers. “Uh yes, sir.” Lucky raised his chin, “What if the locals start blasting us?” “Well, you better hope you don’t get hit.” Lucky cocked his head to the side, though knew better not to dabble upon it. “Anything else?” “What about our remaining capital ships? That leaves our light cruisers and star destroyers on standby.” inquired Thorne. “Ah, of course.” nodded Attre. Attre paused a moment, fiddling with the dials of the holoprojector. After a moment, a new image was displayed - a map of the entire system. “Right. Edichi has two satellites. We’ll go to the larger one and scour the surface for minerals. For that, we’ll dispatch our two Victory-classes and two of our light cruisers. Take whatever is of value, and return to the mountains. Hopefully by then, we’ll have some place to call home. I’ll contact Admiral Condotta and inform him of what we’ve discussed. I believe we are finished here. Pack your things, for we execute the mission on sunrise.” “Aye, sir.” the clones called out in unison, snapping salutes and turning as they began to make their preparations. They dispersed in each direction, going to give their companies their new directives. Attre, sighed once more, leaning upon the holotable, staring deeply into the three-dimensional projection. It was now time to act. More than ever, he felt the weight upon his shoulders. - ACTIONS An Acclimator and a detachment of 150 clone troopers are sent to the mountains south of the northern tundra of Edichi. Their task is to scout the various peaks and valleys for a suitable base location. They have permission to use whatever blasting and mining equipment at their disposal, and begin the construction of a permanent base. The second task force will fly past the potential base site towards the ocean. The Acclimator, flanked by two light cruisers will approach the coastal city and disembark their men. A show of force, with much of the 203rd Battalion’s armor and infantry will march throughout the city. If allowed, they’ll attempt to recruit from the populace and assure them they mean no harm. If aggressed upon, they will not hesitate to return fire. The third task force will be comprised of two Victory-class star destroyers and the remaining two Arquitens-class light cruisers. They are tasked with surveying the surface of Edichi’s larger moon and excavating any potential minerals or salvaging any debris. If engaged by a larger force, their orders are to retreat to into the denser of the asteroid belts. Otherwise, the salvage teams will proceed with the plan.

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Application Applications will not be accepted on a first come first serve principle Discord: tank?#8655 Faction of Choice: Republic Remnant 9 Faction Name: 203rd Attack Battalion Brief Faction History: The 203rd Attack Battalion is a battle hardened unit which has seen extensive service throughout all corners of the galaxy. They were first distinguished during the opening battle of the Clone Wars on Geonosis, where they had spearheaded a major Republic offensive against CIS strongholds. It is from the battle of Geonosis that the 203rd Attack Battalion had gained the reputation as fierce and fearless shock troopers. They became a vital asset to the Republic, and were thus often transferred from planet to planet, ensuring that Republic invasions were swift and decisive. The clone troopers of the 203rd Attack Battalion had formed a nearly unbreakable bond throughout their various campaigns, and operated with unparalleled cohesion. With their high stakes deployments, there was often need of replacements. ‘Shinies’ of the 203rd were known to have been put through grueling trials to prove their worth and loyalty to the Battalion. Contact has since been lost with the 203rd. With the years progressing, and the transformation of the Republic into the Empire, many had come to believe that they had been fully wiped out. Hero Name: CC-2015 Commander Attre Brief Hero backstory: Commander Attre is a clone commander with extensive campaign history across the galaxy. His methods were known to be extreme, although effective. However, this had caught the ire of Republic High Command. However, with communications cut off from the wider galaxy, it seems he has resorted to his resolutions and strategies of old. A number of men had resented the brutality of his tactics; ranging from executions, torture, to reckless collateral damage. Yet, it his nature of refusing to hold back which kept the unit alive to the point it is today. A small number of dissidents had planned to relieve him of command, although, he had caught word and had them summarily executed and made an example of. Confident that all collaborators and mutineers had been put to rest, he now has one priority – ensuring the survival of his men on this desolate rock. Hero Point Acquisition: - 4 Command - 3 Combat - 1 Mechanical/Tech Proficiency - 1 Knowledge - 1 Piloting Any specific items/equipment request: Dual DC-17 Hand Blasters, R2-Series Astromech Droid Suggestions?: Just like the simulations.

Ser Carlovac spits the crayon out of his mouth, adding his signature on behalf of the Barony of Kovgrad, for his nephew, Henrik.

Floride Française Southern Florida, Spring 1601 The French colonists had made landfall at the Southern tip of the Floridian peninsula. They had all but exhausted their resources and food supplies and had to come ashore. They took to their rowboats and paddled to the coast. Andreas Piccard, whom the aristocracy had chosen to lead this expedition to the New World, felt the pressure upon him. As they slowly inched closer to land through the choppy waves, he was bombarded with thoughts, concerns, and even regrets. "If this journey fails, it will be on me. This climate is nothing like I thought it'd be. What if bloodthirsty savages inhabit these lands?" He snapped back to reality only when he had heard the sound of one of the sailor's hurling off the side of the ship, liquid dribbling from his mouth. He turned to the man, still engaged in deep thought. I must not think this way. If I have any doubt now then I have already admitted defeat. The sailor practically had his face in the water as the small vessel rocked back in forth. He reeled back in, wiping the residue off his face, before nearly throwing himself off the rowboat again, hurling into the water. These men are counting on me. I cannot let them down. Andreas had suddenly found himself renewed in resolve and courage, more than he knew that he had within himself. As they pulled the rowboats up the beaches and away from the tide lines, they wasted no time. Within weeks, their first permanent settlement had taken shape. Several lodgings, wooden walls lining the perimeter, a weapons foundry, a barracks, and outlying farmlands. He had called it Couronne. The name land around - Floride - due to its flowery nature. They expected the worst and prepared. Finally, after more than two months at sea, Andreas had something to be proud of. Yet, with this new settlement, he knew he could not sit idle. His people needed to prosper rather than merely get by. After a survey of the area, he believed he already had a grasp upon the region's shortcomings. Issues varied from inadequate trees for lumbering, pesky insects and alligators, and to concerns about agriculture. They would have to make do. Couronne, Floride, Summer 1601 In an effort to sieze as much of the coast as possible, explorers were sent out to the east of Couronne. Andreas knew that having such uncontested access to the Atlantic could prove beneficial in the near future. Actions Population: 2,000 Food Supply: 1 (Base) + 2 (1 Farmlands) = 3 FS AP Production: 5 (Base) + 2 (1 Foundry) + 3 (1 Settlement) - 1 (Army Upkeep) = 9 AP AP Allocation: 2 Colonists (8 AP), Markets (1/60 AP) Decisions: Scouting parties are sent towards the coast east and north eastward towards the Atlantic.

Colony Name: Floride Nation of Origin: France Religion (Catholic, Protestant, or Othordox): Catholic Colony History: Rumors of the New World have reached the ears of circles of the French aristocracy. They could not sit idle while other nations reaped the benefits of the land. They decided that they needed to begin their own efforts before the major powers gobbled up what precious territory there was. Some of the more affluent among French society would sponsor many a peasants in their voyage across the Atlantic. They believed that the wealth would flow right into their coffers. Yet, they were unaware of the hardships to come. Starting Location: (fill in a square & PM to either mod) Southern tip of Florida. Initial 200 AP investments: 100 Militia (1) 100 Arquebusiers (5) 400 Pikemen (16) 2 Light Cannons (4) 2 Saker Cannons (6) 1 Barracks (45) 1 Foundry (50) Wooden City Walls (20) 1 Farmland (40) 3 Corvettes (9) 2 Small Freighters (4) (hopefully i did this math right) Unique Military Unit: Gendarme de la Garde Discord: tank?#8655 Suggestions: Disease and natural disasters.

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THE BATTLE OF HOLLENFELS Picture by TylerEdlinArt The Norlandic Pagan has at last been put to the sword. The walls of Ruriksgrad reduced to nothing mare than mere rubble. The defenders slain where they stood. Their capital lain to ruin just as our ancestors had done to Seahelm and the Krag. Every last vestige of their existence scattered to the winds. Alas, their barbarism and their heathenous ways remained unchanged. They had once been offered redemption but spat upon our generosity. They returned our kindness by slaying our envoys and butchering our nuns. They were wrong to think these slights against our Country and our Allies would go unanswered. The Norlandic Pagan truly deserved the fate that had befallen them. Yet our ire turns to those who have aided them in the last battles. The other signatories of the vile conglomerate known as the United Southern Alliance. The Silver State of Haelun’or and the Kingdom of Haense stand defiant despite Norland’s swift capitulation. Let Haense’s transgressions against the Northern Atlas Alliance go not so easily forgotten. With our campaigning in the East, the crimes committed by the Kingdom of Haense have since gone accounted for. It is time for all good men, elves, orcs, and dwarves of the Northern Atlas Alliance to collect their dues. For the people of Haense will now pay the price through STEEL. The world watches on as our banners are summoned once more. We venture southwards into the deep cold, where we before wouldn’t dare march; with the sole purpose of ridding Atlas of the Haensetian filth once and for all. Let this stand as a warning to all who dare oppose us. We WILL claim victory. CB’s: - Denouncements - Aiding an enemy - Betrayal WARCLAIM Side A: Northern Atlas Alliance Side B: United Southern Alliance Actual Time & Date: Saturday 12th May, 3 PM EST Proposed Rules: TBD in Warchat Location: https://gyazo.com/881814122cfc70c27ed0c3b0486abe08 Discords: Dewper#3791, Zhulik#7438