History of the Galaxy, part 1-Story Thread [Archive]

geoschmo

March 15th, 2002, 06:33 AM

The possibility of extraterrestrial life in the universe was not totally disregarded by the Sallegan people. Among the scientific establishment it was considered something of a statistical certainty that somewhere in the universe other life existed, and that some of this life could have evolved into intelligence as the Sallegan race had. But it was considered highly unlikely that any such life exsisted close by, or that it would be possible to travel between the stars and meet such life.

The opinions of the uninformed masses varied widely from arrogant skepticism, to outright apathy, to an almost religious acceptance among some of the more fringe elements. Popular culture was full of legends of UFO's, visitors from other worlds, and even alien abductions. Nothing had ever been proven, despite the concerted efforts of several branches of the government. This fact alone was proof enough of a vast conspiracy to some people.

Some of these conspiracy theories were wildly speculative, and none of them were true. But they weren't exactly false either. The government did have a secret. There were no crashed flying saucers, and no bodies locked away in refrigerators deep in the bowels of some nameless military facility. But there was evidence. Only a couple hundred had ever heard of it, and only a few dozen of them had seen all the information. But it did exist.

Early in the unmanned space program, probes had been sent to all the major planets in the Narcisston system. These varied in specific missions, but for the most part were general research probes looking for, well looking for anything really. After all, when you didn't know enough to ask the right questions, all you could do was keep your eyes and ears open and hope to stumble on something interesting. And something interesting is exactly what they found.

While surveying one of the four gas giants in the system, some anomalous readings were found that appeared to be artificial. They were too deep in the atmosphere to get good information, so very little was known for sure. But they appeared to be the remains of an ancient civilization. Much debate followed with one side taking the position that these had to be natural formations of some kind. Life was simply not possible at those pressures, no matter what the technological advancement they argued. But when evidence of another "city" was found on a second gas giant, even the sceptics were convinced something very unusual was down there. It was decided that it would be kept a secret from the general population until the Sallegans could develop probes that could survive the hostile conditions of these planets long enough to get more concrete data.

Another thing that was not commonly known was the existence of three gravitational anomalies at the extreme edges of the star system. Something like this had been theorized centuries before by the early astronomers when it was noticed that the actual positions of several of the outer planets did not fit exactly with their predicted orbits. For many years there was a futile search for another planet not visible with the optical telescopes of the day. Some physicists even hypothesized the existence of a micro black hole or a "dark star" in binary orbit with the Narcisston sun. When the unmanned probes finally reached the edge of the system, what they discovered instead were three wormholes in an extreme orbit.

The Sallegans had not had a chance yet to study these wormholes enough to know if they could be of any value. Some believed they could be used to travel to far distant star systems, and some unmanned probes were even launched into them. Most of these broke up before crossing the threshold from the strong gravitational forces. Those that didn't, stopped communicating several seconds after disappearing from view. Only once did any telemetry return from the "other side", and it was so hopelessly garbled that it was not known for sure that it wasn't just some computer generated "hallucination" prior to finally disintegrating

It was decided that a small unmanned probe was simply not strong enough to handle the stress of the transit. It was believed that only a large vessel would be able to succeed. Of course it was entirely possible that it would be a suicide mission. Even if the ship somehow survived, there was no guarantee that it would be able to return through the wormhole.

About the time of the maiden voyage of the Aksu, Sallegan researchers made a breakthrough in the construction of space going vessels. It was now possible for ships as large as 200 kt to be constructed. Plans were being made to build such a vessel and outfit it for what could be a long voyage for its crew. Extra supplies would be taken, and the crew would be specially selected from those that had no living family members. The hope was that they would be able to return. But if they were not, every precaution would be taken to allow them to survive, wherever they ended up. But four months before they were scheduled to depart, the aliens arrived.

It was not known immediately, but it was a scout vessel of the Xi'Chung Hive, a insectoid race from a system on the other end of the wormhole. After the initial shock, the Sallegans attempted to communicate with the new vessel on several frequency bands. The Sallegan government decided a non-hostile approach was waranted, unless the newcomers gave them a reason to believe otherwise. An offer was made of a treaty of non-aggresion, and diplomatic envoys began preparations for a journey to a new world. There was no response at first. The Xi'Chuung ship simply sat there on the Narcisston end of the wormhole and didn't move for two full months. Finally a terse, single sentance reply was recieved. "We cannot accept your proposal at this time."

This communication was sent on several frequency bands as well. Many of which were used for public communication and commercial entertainment channels. The government could no longer keep it a secret. In an instant the Sallegan people knew the awesome truth. They were not alone in the universe.

As a precaution against attack Aksu 1 was recalled from it's exploratory mission around the gas giants and was kept in orbit of Narcisston VIII to protect against any hostile action by the aliens. A second Aksu class ship was built, and the hull laid for a third. The new larger hull size designs were modified to allow for less supplies and more weaponry, just in case the worst happened. Plans were made to build as many as these "attack ships" that could be supported by the Sallegan shipyard.

Aboard the Aksu 1, Captain Grandow was not sure what was going to happen next, but he believed he and his crew were as prepared as they could be. All they could do now was wait.

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Jmenschenfresser

March 15th, 2002, 05:47 PM

(I realize the Norak are genderless, but you try writing a story using only the pronoun "it". Sounds stupid.)

I am Raeghar, of the house of Samorim, a lowly monk and scribe in the service of the Continuum and this is my story. I am the personal assistant, spiritual guide and companion to one of the Continuum's highest officers. I will not give his real name, but rather I'll call him Tallik. It is because of my friendship with Tallik that I have so far seen things no one else will see or hear. I know such writings would be hard frowned upon by both my Order and the government, but it is Wisdom who knows that difficult times produce great learning. I dedicate these writings to She who first wrote the things unwritten, to the Ancient Order of Hujov, and to my sibling, Pellwain, who now resides on the colony.

I am no longer part of the Counsel for Spiritual Enlightenment, but a very good friend of mine is, and he invited me to sit in on what was and will be the most pressing debate concerning the survival of our beliefs, our religion, our people and our history. In the second cycle of the year 2400, the Elders of Norak gave their approval to the launch of a colony ship. The first step includes the Last, or so the old proverb contends. Many argued a step into space is the most pride-filled thing we could do. It is blatant disregard for what we have. She, who was, is and will be, gave us this planet as the scriptures tell. "A place to be ruled and to rule over." Many said such an act, as the colonization of other planets, meant we were not happy with that with which we were given. However, the old guard had grown few number, and the government of Norak was less inclined to follow them. No one could deny the fact that we were too many for our planet. People were starving. Food, water, land, and just about everything else which grew was rationed. Strict unwritten rules were concocted to slow the grow of our people. The rules had to remain unwritten because our scriptures say, "Nothing which governs the people can be written in contradiction to the text." And the text explicitly says, "The third goal in life is to reproduce."

Our scientists long ago began to survey the stars and the bodies of the Xiban system, and as this debate was raging, as to what we should do about our population, a probe sent out years before reached a not too distant planet in the Xiban system. The news spread like a plasma fire. The planet was almost identical to ours in every way. The people rejoiced; She had granted us stay from our dire situation. The opponents to space travel and colonization faded into the backgroud. The ship was sent carrying some 34 million terra-formers. The planet would be made habitable for hundreds of millions to come. I have yet to travel there. Tallik has been charged with developing our defensive capabilities, and it is in this I assist him.

2400.5
The Debate:
The Terra-formers had barely left the ship, when our asteroid sensors, which are supposed to pick up asteroids which pass too close to our planet, picked up some strange energy reading and what was determined to be an unidentifiable craft closing in on our new colony. Tallik and I were in the station when the first Messages were sent and received. They claimed to be an intelligent race called the Cue Cappa, from what we roughly translated, "the next star." We asked how they got to Xiban, and again we roughly translated their response to be "through an interstellar door." We offered them the scrolls of peace, a mutual agreement of non-aggression. To our surprise, they refused, saying it was too early to make treaties. How can it be "too early" to commit to peace and life?

As you can imagine, many things were claimed about the Cue Cappa. Conspiracies flourished. Some thought it retribution. Some thought them emissaries from She who rules. I personally think, as is the general sentiment of today, that they are like us...just another kind created to serve and honor the Almighty. The elders sat and talked and yelled and talked and became quiet and finally some fell asleep on the stools they sat on, and still the question, "How can another culture exist in the universe?" went unanswered. The texts said nothing about it. If the question could not be answered, it is possible the Pluralists could be right. The night wore on, the candles burned low and some went out, dropping the light in the hall to a dim backglow. I was yawning myself, but across the room, the wide, white eyes of a young Monk caught my attention. He stared unblinking. I thought possibly he'd gone mad, or that he'd died with his eyes open. So still and intense they were. Suddenly, he mumbled something, breaking the hours and hours of silent contemplation and prayer. Everyone woke or woke someone. The eldest turned to him, the young monk, and ask, "What was it you said, brother?" The young monk stood. "To answer this question, we must first answer something about ourselves no one has been able to...why we, the Norak, are here." I could see the sudden interest on everyone's face. It was a subtle arguement, but as far as I could tell, it could not be refuted as a premise. "If we cannot answer why we are here, then we cannot exclude the existence of others on the basis of not being able to explain how they fit into our plan...for in the end, we must all agree, the Norak have been given by She, the unmoved, only a temporary plan...temporary meaning unfinished. And if we cannot know the beginning of history to the end of it, and be able to say, 'see you do not fit in' then we cannot claim them to exist less than us. Nor can we claim them to be a work of evil, though evil they may be. If we cannot totally explain the entire universe, then we have not been given the power, by She who lives, to judge them." The debate was over.

Tallik has been given the task of developing planetary defense for Norak and our new colony. The Cue Cappa ship milled around just outside of visual range for more than a month. We sent a scout ship of the escort class to hunt down this interstellar door. I almost cannot believe it myself after viewing the visual records Tallik received. All one must do is take a ship to a certain spot and they open...like doors with motion detectors. I have no doubt that these in some unexplainable way are gifts from the Almighty. A way to meet all of Her children. Beyond the warp point, our ship recorded contact with a densely populated world, the Cue Cappa home world...two sectors from the warp point. Worried that the Cue Cappa might attack our fledgling colony, Tallik and I are on our way to there to inspect their newly constructed weapons platforms, built after Tallik's design and they are armed with extremely fast capital ship missles. It will be good to see Pellwain again.

The Cue Cappa ship is returning to its own system. The future as they say is upon us, and it's fog is thicker than ever.

Taera

March 15th, 2002, 10:20 PM

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Sorry to interfew (sp????) but i have to note that Norak never were peaceful. Those are aggressive zealots prone to sudden crusades.
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geoschmo

March 15th, 2002, 10:28 PM

<blockquote>quote:<hr>Originally posted by Taera:
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Sorry to interfew (sp????) but i have to note that Norak never were peaceful. Those are aggressive zealots prone to sudden crusades.
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Yes, but that is written from the point of view of other races. Mensch is writing from the point of view of a Norak. They are not likely to view themselves in such negative terms are they? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

This is not intended to be an official history of the galaxy, despite the grand title I chose for the game. It's merely one possible Version. Purely intended for our own fun in writing, and hopefully some others will be entertained reading it.

Geo

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mac5732

March 15th, 2002, 10:36 PM

I like it, good idea, refreshing aspect of playing SE4, the story lines w/RP makes for an interesting concept. looking foreward to reading the updates

juste some ideas a helmeted mac

Jmenschenfresser

March 15th, 2002, 10:51 PM

Yes, Taera, in a manner of speaking you are right, but this is being written from the POV of a lowly monk and if you remember the history of earth religions, almost all of them promote life and wisdom, but have little trouble killing infidels along the way....

What I am trying to say...this is the first post and I am sure my story will have many righteous rampages, excommunications, and blood letting.

Even to the Norak, patience is a virtue.

Taera

March 15th, 2002, 10:52 PM

Yes. Right. Sorry.
Great story. I'll practice a little more and then just might play the same thing with someone. had a similar idea a while ago, too.

geoschmo

March 16th, 2002, 06:47 AM

(Hadn't planed on posting so often, but a lot is happening very quickly.)

Year 2400.6

Captain Grandow watched through the portal as the second Aksu class exploratory vessel rose through the roiling clouds below. It was the rainy season in the southern continent. No doubt the shipyard workers and others around Capitol City were getting a good soaking right about now. Maybe we will get lucky and a lightening bolt would strike the senate chambers, Grandow thought with a snort.

Three months now since the Xi'Chung ship had appeared, and still the damn thing hadn't moved. Except to block the entrance to the warp point to a diplomatic shuttle that had attempted to saunter by with a wave and a warm smile. If that wasn't a hostile action, Grandow didn't know what was. But the REMF's decided it was just a cultural difference and we should not read too much into it.

"Cultural difference my rear!" Grandow said out loud to no one in particular. "The damn politicians won't admit there's a threat here until the bugs march up Main Street Capitol City, bite their heads off, and feed them to their Queen!"

"Careful Antony. The walls have ears, even on your own ship." It was Lieutenant Commander Dannak, Grandows former second-in-command, protege, and closest friend. "Don't give them a reason to take your command. The Republic needs you on this bridge, when the inevitable happens."

Grandow thought back to their meeting with Senator Flicken three days before. It was then that Grandow had been given orders to escort the new Colony ship to Narcisston IX as soon as the Artemis (Aksu class explorer, series 0002) left space dock and could take over patrol around the homeworld. Grandow almost resigned his commission on the spot, which would have pleased Flicken to no end. His nephew was the captain of the newly commissioned Artemis. The senator would like nothing better than to promote him to the bridge of the flagship of the fledgling Sallegan Space Service. It was Dannak that saved Grandow from his own temper then, as he had so many times before.

Grandow knew the Xi'Chung were stalling, he couldn't understand why the politicians didn't know it too. Of course the reason was that politicians are not typically students of history as military officers are. For a race that had not had a conflict of note for three generations, it was not an easy thing to be a military officer. Grandow had never fired a shot in anger. Had never tasted battle. No living Sallegan had.

Grandow didn't like leaving the entire Sallegan race undefended. And he didn't trust Flickens nephew to defend it. He finally agreed to the assignment, but insisted that Dannak be transferred to the Aksu 0002 as first officer.

Danaak's shuttle undocked from the Aksu, and Grandow gave the order to come about. The colony ship was slower, and the Aksu would have to run at less than full cruising speed for it to keep up. The round trip would Last three months, if the Aksu were allowed to return as soon as the colony ship landed. That had not even been decided yet.

He only hoped that the bugs would take enough time to allow the Aleppa class attack ship to be built. Three months they told him. One more to finish the third Aksu class vessel, and two to build the new, larger Aleppa. And, he hoped, enough time for him to get back to Narcisston VIII himself.

Year 2400.7 Day 0

Grandow paced the bridge like a caged Pintha cat. The tension was palpable. He was in such a foul mood that the comm officer almost was afraid to make his report. But he knew it would be worse for him if he didn't. "Captain. We picked up a communication on the official channels. Queen Kaziktra rejected the Senates latest treaty proposal."

"Those idiots! They have to know now the bugs are not interested in being our friends. Contact Space control and request permission to return immediately." But permission did not come. And at this point Grandow made in retrospect the most important decision in the history of the Sallegan race. "Helm, bring us about. Maximum speed. Take us home. Lieutenant, signal the Aden, tell them to continue on their mission. They won’t be needing an escort the rest of the way." Grandow knew the danger was behind them, not in front.

Year 2400.7 Day 10

The call the Captain was expecting for a week and a half now finally came. Senator Flicken himself was scowling at Grandow from the view screen. "Captain, please tell me you have a good reason for disobeying a direct order and putting 34 million civilians at risk. My aides tell me you have not reported any malfunction, and are in fact travelling at maximum speed."

Grandow stood up straight. "We are coming home Senator. I cannot stand by and watch the Sallegan race endangered by your shortsighted leadership."

Flickens eyes burned. "Why you insolent... I don't suppose ordering you thrown in the brig and instructing your XO to resume course would do any good. That cult of personality you have with your officers is well known. Well, so be it. When you return you all can share a prison cell. Flicken out."

Part of Grandow hoped that he was court-martialed, because that would mean he would be wrong and that the Xi'Chung did not attack. At least this way my ship will be where it's needed, even if I am not on board her he thought.

Year 2400.7 Day 15

The Aksu was halfway back, but still days away at top speed. Grandow was watching the Xi'Chung ship on the tactical display. It was just visible at this distance. The wormhole was not, as it phased out of view when not being used they had discovered many months before. Suddenly the energy readings spiked, and the wormhole flared into view. "What is it?" he asked the science officer.

"I don't know sir. But I think another ship is coming through." As the words still hung in the air, the Captain watched on the viewer as a second bug ship exited the wormhole. This one was larger than the first. From the looks of it, it was a 200 Kt hull. The size of the new attack ships Grandow had been pleading the Space service to build for so many months.

The new ship reached the spot where the first waited, but did not stop as everyone expected. And a moment later the first ship came to life. It quickly got up to speed and fell into formation behind the larger ship. Both on a course for the Sallegan homeworld, and there was no way the Aksu could get there before them.

"Ship to ship! Raise the Artemis, NOW!" After what seemed like an eternity, the viewscreen sprang to life, and the welcome face of Dannak filled the screen.

"Yes captain. I see them." the lieutenant commander said before Grandow could get the question out. "We are tracking them in. The course is straight for Narcisston VIII." No words were spoken for the next few moments, but as the two friends looked at each other, much was said.

"Good luck Paul." Grandow finally broke the silence. "We are on our way. Aksu out." Both men knew at the moment the words were spoken, that the Aksu would arrive too late to be any help. Artemis was on her own.

Year 2400.7 Day 20

S. S. S. Artemis
The Xi’Chung ships closing on the Sallegan homeworld were closer than the Aksu racing to intercept them, but they were still days away when they started moving. This actually worked against the Sallegans as it gave them time to calm down from the initial shock of the second ships arrival. Already the politicians were coming up out of their bunkers and starting to think maybe this was simply a peace delegation coming for a visit. The significance of the fact that they were not communicating during their approach was lost on the senate. At least it was lost on the part of Senator Flicken. But it was all too evident what was happening to Paul Dannak aboard the Artemis. They were at war. Even though a shot had not been fired. And no formal declaration had been made, the Xi’Chung were attacking the Sallegan homeworld.

Unfortunatly his captain was an incompetant paper pusher who had been given his position as a favor to his powerful uncle. He had at least had the sense to allow Paul to handle the day to day operations of the Artemis. This meant the crew had been drilled and prepared. But the captain was still insisting that no shots would be fired until they wre given orders from the planet. Dannak had given up trying to reason with him. But as XO he had the responsibility for crew shifts. And he made sure his best people were where he would need them when things started happening.

The Aksu class Explorer was designed with durability and flexibility in mind. Having been built before the Sallegans were even aware of the exsistance of the Xi’Chung, military hardware was not considerd a high priority. Fortunatly though it had as a primary mission the destruction of space debris large enough to be a hazard for the planets in the system. To this end it was fitted with a missle launcher capable of firing nuclear tipped missles. They were fast, they had range, and they could punch a big hole in something when the hit. Unfortunatly they took a long time to reload, and they took up a lot of space. Because of this there wasn’t enough room for anything else of value on the ship. Almost as an afterthought, the designers threw in an auxilliary control center on the ship. If anything happened to the bridge, they thought, at least the crew could limp home for repairs. This is where the XO had spent most of his time the Last few days. Testing the equipment, running simulations. Making sure that if needed, it would be ready.

As the Xi’Ching ships entered sector 1, many people hoped they would stop then, and start broadcasting amessage of peace. But they did not. On the bridge of the Artemis, Dakken spoke up. “Captain, I implore you to open fire as soon as they come into range. We don’t know what kind of weapons they have. We may only get one shot.”
“No. We have our orders commander. We will move out from the planet to meet them, but will not open fire first. We don't want to start a war.”

“Start a war! Damnnit, we are already in a war. And we are going to be it’s first casualties if we don’t take action.” Dannak shot back.

The captain looked at him. “Mr Dannak you are relieved. Go to your quarters immedietly.” Dannak paused, and then thought better of it. He turned to leave the bridge, as he did he gave a look to the weapons officer. Orders or no orders, the missles would be ready to fire at the first sign of weapons fire coming from the bug ships. They may get us with our pants down, but we are going to go down swinging the commander thought. He entered the lift and punched the button for G deck. He would go to the Auxillary control room and keep a close eye on things from there.

The bug ships closed in tight formation. The larger ship leading the smaller by a few thousand yards. The captain ordered them hailed again. “Still no answer sir.” Came the reply from the comm officer.

As the ships came closer the lead ship suddenly lurched and fired at the Artemis. Large mettalic shells composed of depleted uranium, accerated to incredible speeds by magnetic powered rail guns. The Artemis didn’t even have time to react before the first shells closed the gap and tore into her upper hull, venting the aptmosphere. The captain and half the bridge crew were sucked out the top and died instantly. The remainder died seconds later strapped into their positions. The Last act of the weapons officer before he passed out was to trigger the firing sequence for the missle launcher. The ship reeling from a gaping wound, the missle was pointed in the wrong direction when it left the launcher. Internal guidance ssytems kicked in instantly and it righted itslef and made a course for the largest of the two Xi’Chung ships.

The bug ship attempted to evade, but the missle was faster, and more manuverable. It impacted on the rear of the ship, knocking out thee engines, and cutting power to one of the uranium cannons. The ship came around and brought it’s wepons to bear on the Artemis. She appeared dead and drifting. The Xi’Chung captain decided it was no longer a threat and resumed course towards it’s main objective, the Sallegan homeworld. The smaller ship now took the lead in the formation and they moved on. Onboard the Artemis secondary explosions rocked the ship. Fires burned wherever they could find the oxygen to sustain themselves. The missle launcher was fully operational, but the bridge was gone, and the captain was dead. One engine had been damaged in the attack

Commander Dannak made his way to auxilliary control. It took several minutes as power to the lifts went out with the bridge and he had to use the maintenance crawlways. As he went he made sure people were at their stations, and damage control teams were putting out the fires. He arrived in aux control just as main powere was restored. He was pleased to see his people were doing their jobs well, and several officers were already taking up their positions on the new bridge.

"Status." He asked the lieutenant as he moved over to the center chair.

"No response from the bridge commander. Engineering reports we can make about 70% of maximum speed. The missle launcher is reloaded and ready to fire." The lieutenant responded.

"Allright, bring us about. Let's teach those bastards a lesson."

Year 2400.8

Captain Grandow watched silently as the S.S.S. Drakken (Aksu class, series 0003) moved into orbit along side his vessel. The repairs to his own ship had already been completed. As he read over the causualty reports, he couldn't help but feel sick. Over 100 million Sallegans dead. Capitol City a smoking, radioactive ruin. Fortunatly the Space Yard on the outskirts of the city sustained only minor damage and was fully operational within hours. If there was any bright side to the attack it was that Senator Flicken was among the missing. "If the bugs didn't get him, I will." thought Grandow.

As bad as it was, it would have been much worse if not for the heroic actions of the crew of the Artemis. They were able to disable the weapons systems of the Xi'Chung frigate completely. The delay saved countless lives and the Aksu returned to destroy both bug ships. Unfortunatly the Aksu did not make it in time to save the Artemis. She was lost with all hands, including Captain Drakken, who had been promoted posthumously for his actions.

Next to the casualty reports, Grandow had a printout of the latest communication received from the Hive. It had been received on a narrow beam transmission through the wormhole itself. Grandow had been mildly suprised that was even possible, but once he read the text, he cared little for the tecnical aspects of the message. It was received fully two weeks after the attack on Narcisston VIII.

"Though we are not a violent species, you have left us no choice. We declare war on your reckless society."

The colony on Narcisston IX was busy building a hastily designed weapons platform, as was the homeworld. The Aleppa class attack frigate would soon follow. There was no telling what the outcome of this war would be. But they would not be caught unprepared again.

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Jmenschenfresser

March 16th, 2002, 07:41 AM

2401.5
I am returning from Xiban IV after spending several relaxing but event-filled weeks with Tallik and Pellwain. The new colony is growing. In the year that they have been here, the people of Xiban IV now number 47 million. I met the first Norak born on another planet. I am not sure how this is exactly important, but nonetheless, people love such statistics--the firsts and Lasts of things, it is the nature of those finite. A new class of ship, Maine, is being constucted on Xiban I. Tallik has shown me the diagrams for its design, and I must say, I cannot fathom it. It is just too big. It will supposedly carry several hundred million Norak. Plans are being made for the first run between Xiban I and III. I suppose real estate in the capitol will drop in price from all the vacancies. Just a thought.

The weapons systems of Xiban IV work perfectly. Tallik spent most of his time looking over schematics and drawing up strategies as usual. Our work there is done, and I am returning home to what we now call, to much joy to the Pluralist at heart, Xiban I.

Quite a bit has happened over the Last eight cycles. The Cue Cappa for one. I still have yet to meet a Cue or a Cappa, or their bonded...whatever one might call it. But I have been assured that quite a few live and work on Xiban I. The reason being, after intense negotiations and of course a period in which we got to know one another, our respective races have signed a trade pact. Rakul, the High Priest, and their leader, Gortalooth, signed it aboard one of our Conneticut class star ships. The Cue Cappa asked as well for an adendum to the pact which would bring our races together for research; however, although, the Norak enjoy peace and friendship as much as anyone else, we do not tolerate influences which would be beyond our control. Already the trade pact is a strict one. It exists mainly for the exchange of excess basic necessities and the prevention of war. Still many are skeptical of even this limited treaty. Some spread rumors that the stuffs they trade us are contaminated and impure. We refrain from accepting anything the law mentions requiring special treatment. The Cue Cappa are quite happy buying every excess we have, and seem to respect our wishes. They are not a vile people. They have alters of their own and, though pagan they may be, none of our emissaries have seen anything other than civilized rituals. We don't believe the majority of the population follow the old ways or believe in their deities. We have no equal word for it in Norak, but most CueCappa call the stories concerning their gods, myths. Fictional accounts of some kind. Speaking of which, I am proud to announce, Tallik and I will be traveling to the Cue Cappa home world, Arklite VIII. Since most of the CueCappa place little value on religion, a new foreign missionary office has opened. I have been added to this office as a consultant and will assess avenues of work that could be undertaken. The government of the CueCappa, and indeed!, their leader himself, Gortalooth, have given permission to our religious leaders to open missions on his world. His only concern was that we assure him our ways are not coerced, but rather are based on teachings and personal choices. He welcomes all possibilites for enlightenment. He has even asked that one of our wisemen be appointed to his counsel. We are aghast at such openness to foreign influence, but we know it is a sign...that the Norak have been entrusted, in their new ability to travel between the stars, the holy quest to preach the eternal words, the true path and the pure light to all the galaxy. As we speak, the High Priest and the elders are bestowing new orders to those who go as missionaries.

But on to other news. Our fleet of defense ships have grown, and are presently comprised of two Connecticut I and one Connecticut II class frigates. Since 2401.3, two of the three have been stationed on the Xiban side of the warp point leading into CueCappa territory, in order to regulate trade and monitor against our latest contact...the Amon'krie. We still know little about them. On a scouting mission our third Connecticut frigate traveled beyond the Arklite system and found the Amon'krie homesystem, Hwansul. Their ships avoided ours. They never raised contact. The captain of the Connecticut stayed in Hwansul just long enough to receive new orders before turning around and leaving. One of their warships passed within visual range, and the captain estimated their ships to be as large as ours. Not a good sign when one thinks about safety outside Xiban. The High Counsel decided to send through the CueCappa diplomats on the Amon'krie homeworld a treaty of non-intercourse. A little distrust has sprung up between some of our government and the Cue Cappa, since they failed to make any mention of the Amon'krie. Not only that, but they are allied in a much more lenient trade agreement than us. For now, the Amon'krie are speaking to us through our mutual friend. They seem like a very proud people, the Amon'krie, and we've inquired as to what they believe in. The CueCappa having little understanding of religion give vague and thoughtless answers. However, we've been able to somewhat piece together that it is extremely primitive. Nothing even remotely as formal as the CueCappa's religion. Something called the "Deep Dirt" or so that roughly translated. Weird but interesting.

I am overjoyed to announce that the Norak inhabit yet another planet in the galaxy. The third planet in the Lundra system has been opened to colonists. It is an extremely large planet and full of minerals. The planet is 50% larger than Xiban I. Who knows, one day it may boast a larger population than the homeworld. The planet is being set up as a mining colony. So far a crude space hub is being set up for transport of materials, thus, soon its harvests will be sent back to Xiban. Our rate of construction is depleting what little resources Xiban I has. Lundra is key to the future of Norak space travel. On the other hand, Xiban IV has been designated a science colony. Already, half of Xiban's top scientists have left for it on grants and official projects. On this very voyage home, we've crossed the paths of several ships.

Another colony ship is being sent to the Lundra system, to the planet of Lundra VI. The colonists on this planet will have to live inside an artifical dome, since it has no atmosphere. A marvel of construction, really. Scanners have revealed that it is high in minerals and certain radioactive materials which go into the production of our engines and weapons.

The scout ship of the Rhode Island class is on its way back from the galactic edge. Just saying that phrase, galactic edge, makes my head spin. Seems that the Last two star systems on the outlying side are devoid of...well, almost everything. In order, beyond Lundra, they are Ephandra and Qornor. In Ephandra, the captain had a difficult time I hear navigating the uncharted asteriods floating about. He called it a death trap, a mouse maze for star ships. The Last system, Qornor, is comprised of the same useless objects, but for some reason, the asteroids orbit the sun in a uniform distance. With that, the ship is on its way home. Perhaps in the future, the Norak will be able to do something with these two systems, but for now, we've simply put our claim to them. It is the Almighty's way of telling us to look inward, toward life and the center of the galaxy. Yes, I am a monk, but our quest is not in some back cave of the galaxy contemplating existance. It is reshaping the face of the known universe. Everything depends upon the message.

Now I come to this entry's final topic, and it is one which I myself am reluctant to discuss with myself. Our ways have had a hard time keeping themselves clean from the impure dabblings of science. Science has been likened unto a blind man walking on an empty flat plain. Every step seems to be progress, even though he knows not where these steps lead. Many scientists have found themselves upon the sharpened poles of the Keepers, our high judges of religious matters, for refusing to lay their scientific ground work upon the structure of our beliefs. They were promising men, and for everyone it is a saddening thing to lose potential, but we must remind ourselves. These men were not lost upon the poles; they were lost somewhere in their own laboratories. One such man I was asked to review while on Xiban III. I'd not spoken of it before because the Keepers code forbids discussing such matters before an end is reached. The Keepers had intrusted me with the task of judging this man. I am no Keeper, mind you. But they are few and have not yet drafted new members for stations on other worlds. The processes of the Keepers are slow and meticulous. So they asked me. A task I was reluctant to perform. Was it necessary? Yes. But such things aren't in my nature. They eat on my mind while I sleep. What did he do, you ask, to deserve the pole? Well, it is part of our belief, that the star at the center of the Xiban system is a portal through which the Almighty and her entourage speak to us. From Xiban I for centuries, the mood of it, perdicted the mood of our world. Time and time again, it proved correct. There was no need to say it didn't. However, this scientist, who had caused trouble before leaving for Xiban III, decided he had a different explination for the star's extreme mood swings. I listened to his theories and read his notes and talked to his collegues. He proposed that the core of our star was unstable, and had been for as long as the Norak existed, and that it was the physical which explained everything. He went on to state, that if something wasn't done about it, it could explode at any moment. I will be truthful here, and say his argument was consistant and convincing. However, he failed to show any reason why the fluctuations in the star could not be caused by the Almighty's keeper of the portal, Hikull, which we all know is the case. I then concluded that his arguments did not pertain to furthering our understanding of Hikull's portal, but rather for the simple, yet dastardly purpose of removing the hands of deity from it's operations. In essence, his work was an attempt to disprove the Almighty, a goal which many have known he sought his life long. For that, he died and his work was burned.

geoschmo

March 17th, 2002, 07:21 AM

Year 2401.8

It was not the kind of war Grandow expected. Of course he had little to go on except for the battles between nation-states on his own planet hundreds of years before. But somehow he expected more to happen. Of course it was probably a good thing that it hadn't.

Almost all of the resources of the Sallegan republic for the Last 14 months had gone towards building up defenses for the next wave of attack ships that would come pouring through the wormhole at any time. Weapons platforms had been built on both the homeworld, and Narcisston IX. And both planets had several sattelites in orbit capable of launching missles at any ship that came within range. There had not even been any effort to this point of rebuilding the research and production facilities destroyed in the original attack.

Grandow estimated that the the homeworld could survive an attack of at most half a dozen bug frigates at once. The colony less than that. Surely the bugs had that many ships, didn't they? They certainly wasted them like they had an endless supply. On two seperate occasions since the initial sneak attack they had sent lone frigates past the homeworld and attacked the smaller colony. In both cases they had been destroyed by the Drakken without getting off a shot. Once before even getting in range of the planets defensive missle batteries.

It didn't make any sense. Could it be that the Xi'Chung were as stupid as they were ruthless? Or were they just not anymore advanced than were are. If that's the case, why would they have attacked in the first place. Surely they would have built up their forces first. Grandow knew they would have to send some ships through that warp point soon. If nothing else, just to see how big the Hive was.

They had sent a ship through the southern warp point a few months before. They found a dead system with a burnt out star and nothing else but asteroids. In a more peacful time they might consider sending a ship to mine the asteroids for minerals. But they had neither the ships nor crews to spare in such mundane tasks now.

They also met ships from two new species. Obviously the scientists were wrong when they calculated the number of intelligent races out there, Grandow thought. If our little corner was typical, the galaxy must be absolutly teeming with them. Hopefully they all weren't as violent and irrational as the Xi'Chung.

The first of the two, a race calling themselves the Cue Cappa, turned out to be quite pleasant actually, and quite eager to establish trade relations. This was coming in very handy as the increased revenue was put to use rebuilding the damage to the homeworld. So far they had not expressed any interest in taking an active part in the war against the Hive, but at least they weren't attacking us too.

The second race was less open to cooperation. A worm like race, they called themselves the Amon'krie. So far they had rejected all our treaty offers, but they also had not attacked us. However one of their ships had travelled through Narcisston and disappeared through the wormhole into Xi'Chung space. No distress call was receieved, so we can only assume that they are on good terms with the Hive, or their ship was destoyed before they could make a report. Either option is troubling, Grandow thought. We shall have to watch that situation closely.

Obviously the Sallgan Republic was going to have to struggle hard if it was going to survive in this hostile galaxy. And that meant more work for Grandow. After saving the planet, his popularity among the people was so great that the remaining Senate members were forced to turn over unprecedented powers to the Space Service. They were pressing him to accept a promotion all the way to Admiral, and were consulting with him on almost every decision regarding the defense of the planets in the Narcisston system. He didn't like it, but he didn't trust anyone else to do it either, so he had accepted the added responsibilty. Although not the title as of yet.

The decision was made that the planets were safe for the moment. Safe enough at least to dedicate some manpower on building new laboratories. Boxed in as they were, the Sallegans would need better technology if they were going to be able to defend themselves. Especially if the Amon'Krie entered the war on the side of the Hive.

Current situation: 17 empires total

1st place - Fazrah
2nd place - Norak (Good job Mensch)
3rd place - Xiati
4th place - Cluk-Ruk (very good for a neutral, but it's early)
5th place - Cue Cappa

7th place - Amon'Krie
15th place - Sallega (pitiful)
16th place - Xi'Chung

Jmenschenfresser

March 18th, 2002, 09:30 PM

(Again a little out of order, but I didn't want to skip 15 turns just to get to some real action)

2402.3
I find space travel the most condusive atmosphere for writing. Tallik and I have again been transfered to our newest colony, Arklite I. Funny how we always seem to stay one step behind the terra-formers themselves. I've become quite used to eating space rations. The Cue Cappa have given [ http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif ] us this small hot planet near the center of the system to set up a trans-system launching point for our missionaries. They have said they have no use for this planet, that the climate is too hot for their bodies, and their technology is not advanced enough to protect their bodies from the radiation. Several members of their parliament who've professed faith in She who moves all waters, pressed for this colony. Already, it is becoming a place of spiritual journey for the Cue Cappa who've embraced us. Many of our finest teachers have set up a series of temples lying outside the various cities with special shielding and plating for the CueCappa. Tallik and I have been sent to again to assess the needs of defense for this colony. Tallik says, that he is going to propose the testing of new defense satellites, armed with dreaded Capital Missles. The reason being, Arklite I lacks the space for massive weapons platforms, and extra domed facilities to house them would be too costly. The satellites can be produced quickly and a hundred or more can fit in orbit. We shall see.

Travel within the Hwansul and the Arklite systems has become much more relaxed, since the Amon'krie have finally come around and accepted us as fellow space travelers. Several times they refused to welcome our diplomats, who were offering nothing more than a simple non-intercourse treaty. We wanted nothing more at the time than the promise that our ships would leave each other alone...certainly space is large enough for two ships to pass without violence concerning who has the right of passage. Well, who knows why they finally changed their minds. Within the first few weeks of our Last attempt to negotiate, they suddenly offered us a trade treaty. I read the council newswires and wondered at the haste of it as well. What did we have to trade with these people? I do not know, but it was something, we accepted, if for only the time being. Our strategists wonder if they might be having trouble with a third party, if so, many have suggested that this is a perfect time to force our will upon them. This is all speculation, mind you. The CueCappa and the Amon'krie are on wonderful terms as far as our intelligence can tell us. We have only recently sent our scout of the Rhode Island class, back from it's mission to the galactic edge, to inquire as to what lies beyond Hwansul.

Since our single scout is now occupied on a deep space mission, the High Priest and his advisors have sent one our three warships to scout the other warp point in the CueCappa system. Our warship soon discovered a system called Ashandra, like those near the galactic edge, full of drifting dead asteroids. Tallik personally knows the Priest in charge of Resources and Economics, and thus through Tallik, I've learned what every metal worker on Xiban knows--our resource stocks are shrinking fast. Tallik didn't give me exact figures, but he did say that at this rate, all production would be forced to cease in four short months. New colonization ships are being produced which are draining the stockpiles. The Priest in charge of Defense requested that the warship sent to scout Ashandra return to Xiban. If attacked, our two remaining Connecticut class ships would be completely on their own, and as I have just mentioned, the ship yards are in no position to produce more of these costly things. However, our resource problem will not solve itself, and we will never feel safe restricted to limited defenses. In light of this undeniable fact, the High Priest himself resolved the dispute by pulling back the request of one and extending the request of another. The warship was sent into the next system, into Narcisston hoping to find several empty worlds; however we found the Sallega. With them we are still in the stages of first contact, so I can report very little. They have however warned us of some hostile force which could endanger our ships. Their message was criptic. Could this be the work of some angry god? Or simply a war between two races. We do not know. Coming this far, it has been decided that the Connecticut will proceed through one more system. In this I sense greed and faithlessness. The Almighty will show us the way...of that I have no doubt. We must be patient and allowing situations open. What She opens cannot be closed. God willing, we will convert the entire galaxy.

geoschmo

March 18th, 2002, 09:40 PM

[Ok, for those of you that have been keeping up with this thread, this isn't a new post. I combined a couple of my Posts, and moved this one up to get all our entires in the right order. Sorry for the inconvienence]

Year 2403.0

Admiral Grandow read the battle reports. The Norak distress call had come too late. The Sallegan ships could not get there in time to save their new allies ship, but they had destroyed the bug ship that had attacked it. As a result of the incident, the Norak had declared war on the Hive promised military aid in the fight with the bugs.

This was the first glimpse of hope in the long war, and Grandow hoped it wouldn’t be the Last. He knew there would be much pain before it was over, but the combined force of the Continuum and the Republic had to be too much for the Hive eventually. As long as no one else got involved on the other side, that is.

Since Grandow had accepted the Admiralty, he had been chained to a desk. He didn’t like not being on his ship in the think of things, but he had to acknowledge that he could do more for the defense of his people from here. His new perspective caused him to reevaluate some things and a question had started forming in the back of his mind.

How could there be so many races in such a relatively small area of space? Surely the entire universe wasn’t this heavily populated? And if so, why did it seem that all the races had achieved space flight so close together. Grandow was not a scientist, but he was well educated, and had a good grasp of the principles for a layman. It didn’t make sense.

Six races now, in this little corner of the galaxy. All with roughly the same level of technological advancement, all in systems connected together by these wormholes. The probabilities against it were staggering. Grandow was starting to take more serious consideration to the wild theories that had been thrown around since the detection of the “Alien Cities” on the two gas giants in Narcisston.

None of the races the Sallegans had met yet had the technology to build habitations on those types of worlds. Or if they did they had not told us. We on the other hand had not told them of the artifacts buried in the deep layers of those planets. Some things you didn’t talk about, even with your allies.

He had sent out scouts to the system to the west of Narcisston. A system called Cephredi. The Sallegans were very surprised to discover the system to be the home system of yet another race, the Zynarra Holdings. After discussions with them, and with the Cue Cappa, it became apparent that the Zynarra simply did not have any interest in exploring beyond the warp points. That is why the Sallegans had not known of their existence till now.

They were apparently just as advanced as the rest of the races. Possibly more so in some areas, as the initial scans showed ships in the 300Kt range, fully half again as large as the Aleppa class frigate the Sallegans relied on so heavily for defense.

The Cephredi system had four rock planets with oxygen atmospheres. Four of them! Two were larger than the Sallegan homeworld. The Republic began intensive negotiations with the Zynarra to obtain colonization rights to these worlds. Grandow was not interested in having another enemy, but his people needed those worlds if they were going to win the battle against the Hive. And the Zynarra had no use for them as they evolved on a harsh ice planet. These planets were much too warm for them to live on, even with protective domes.

Scans had detected similar structures to the mysterious “Alien Cities” on one of the planets in Cephredi. This was of particular interest to the Admiral. Even though it was buried under centuries of sediment, the planet itself was hospitable enough to get a team of scientists and archeologists down there, if the Zynarra would permit it. Perhaps this would be the key that would unlock this mystery for Grandow. The possibility was almost enough to take his mind off the war. Almost.

[ 18 March 2002: Message edited by: geoschmo ]

geoschmo

March 20th, 2002, 06:06 AM

Year 2403.4

From the personal Journal of Admiral Grandow.

We have met six other races now, and have achieved peaceful relations with all but the Xi'Chung. Perhaps it is the proximity of our homeworlds that has caused them to distrust us so? Or perhaps it is that there are two methane worlds in the Narsiccton system. I have to admit to fighting back a longing for the oxygen planets in the system controlled by the Zynarra Holdings. What we could do with four new worlds the size of our home! The bugs would have to cease their attacks if they wished to survive.

But we can't afford to anger the Zynarra. Can't risk drawing them into the conflict on the worng side. The situation is too precarious. Most likely the bugs are just mindless drones doing the bidding of an insane despot. There is no sense trying to understand them.

The Zynarra have agreed to a non-aggression pact, and have tentativly given permission for a joint research project on the Cephredi VIII to discover the nature of the ancient remains there. Perhaps this cooperation will convice them we are trustworthy and they will allow us to colonize the other worlds there.

The newest race, the Fazrah caused something of a stir. The first ship of theirs we encountered was twice as large as the Aleppo class frigate. We were quite relieved when they agreed to a non-aggresion pact. I need to speak with the research minister about how our ship technology is coming. If the bugs develop this before we do, it could be very bad for us indeed.

Already they have developed some type of mysterious technolgy we have been unable to even classify. They have a type of weapon that behaves like our capital ship missles, yet appears to be a living creature of some kind. Our scientists are baffled. We are putting all our research into methods of destroying these creatures before they impact on our ships and planets, because they do considerable damage.

Our combination of sattelites, ships and ground based defenses have so far managed to fight off every attack, but not without loses. No more ships have been destroyed, but several bug ships have managed to get close enough to fire on the colonies before being destroyed. This is a morale problem, as well as a legitimate difficulty. Twice now we have had to spend valuable resources rebuiilding destroyed research facilites. And the people don't work as well when they fear for their lives and their families all the time.

I have made the decision to move the entire fleet to the warp point to stop the attackers before they can get within range. This is a risky proposition, as if they do manage to break through, there will be little to stop them. The space yard on Narcisston VIII is working hard to produce more Aleppo class ships to assist. We have also constucted a ship capable of launching sattelites at the mouth of the wormhole. Hopefully, in conjunction with the fleet, they can deal a devastating blow to any hostile force coming through.

TerranC

March 20th, 2002, 06:47 AM

Wow. Very Very Epic.

http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif Keep up the good work eh?

Jmenschenfresser

March 20th, 2002, 09:58 PM

2403.1
Tallik's work is long finished on Arklite I; however, the Elders have decided, possibly inadvertantly, to leave us here. Neither Tallik, nor I, have the slightest clue as to why. So much has happened these Last 6 months. I pray that good will come out of this somewhere. Sometimes the Almighty uses death and evil to teach or bring about a greater good that could not have come about of it's own. So it is.

Almost as soon as we arrived on Arklite I to begin our work on the satellites, the Connecticut warship sent to explore beyond the Sallega Empire was attacked by a fearless, evil race called the Xi'Chung. We now have no doubt it was the Xi'Chung that the Sallega warned us about. I read what I wrote just 6 short months ago about greed and faithlessness, and as much as I want to deny it in a post script, nothing else can explain the actions of the Elders and the Priests. I wonder if being exposed to the galaxy and its wonders has not reverted us all back to the mongers and killers our ancient ancestors were. I've read several Versions, including the official report and transcript, sent to Tallik. It would seem that just as our ship was about to move from Narcisston and into what is the homesystem of the Xi'Chung, Organtrix, a Xi'Chung war ship exited the warp point directly ahead of it. No doubt this ship was bound for the Sallega colonies or possibly the homeworld, and in stopping it, we no doubt assisted the ransacked Sallega, inadvertantly as it was. Here are bits of the log:

"Captain, something's exiting the warp point...."
"I see it. Looks like a ship. Is it from the Sallega?"
"It bares no markings we've ever seen."
"Prepare to move out of its way."
"Captain!"
LOUD THUNDER CLAP
"Did they just?......."
"Yes, sir"
"Return fire...all cannons and missles! She who bent the first bow, guide our judgement."
"They are turning...direct hits all along their side."
"Captain, they are behind us..."
"Stay the course!"
"But they'll......
"Firing again! Incoming!....."
ANOTHER CRASH
"Captain, we've lost all of our engines and several uranium cannons have been damaged."
"We need those engines Online!"
"We're drifting into the warp point."
"That is the Last place we need to escape to....into the lion's den."
"Can we use our docking thrusters to maneuver?"
"Negative...the gravity of the warp point it too strong."
"Where's the ship?"
"Gone sir"
"Gone!"
"Yes, sir. One of our missles found its mark."
"Thank the Almighty!"

Unfortunately, the Connecticut drifted into the warp point and vanished into Xi-Chung space. There it met a colony ship which was waiting no doubt to infest the Sallega system with its evil offspring. Our ship fired on the colony ship, poking a hole in its bio-sphere. The crew watched as the colony ship turned and fled, far outpacing our limping vessel, venting air and millions of lives like dust, sucked out into space.

At about this time, our Priests for Foreign Affairs sent a message to the Sallega, not necessarily asking for military assistance, but for repairs, if the Connecticut was able to escape from Organtrix. They rerouted the energy to one engine and were thus able to turn and begin the slow approach to the warp point. As it neared the warp point, several sleek new Xi'Chung warships swooped in from above and tore the Connecticut to shreads. The Sallega relayed the Last Messages of the Connecticut to us. I will not relay them further and leave them out of this report. What letters comprise such sounds? Only the Almighty and the beast guarding the underworld know.

The Sallega kindly offered free resupply to our ship were it to return; however, we were not able to provide a means through which they might fullfill their offer of charity. Perhaps in the future. The Sallega are a brave and charitable people. At the first sign of distress, they sent several of their warships to the aid of our vessel; however, it was the Will of She who orders the universe, which brought them to its aid after the fact. They have reported to us that the very same vessels which destroyed our ship, are themselves space dust. The Xi'Chung are an evil race. The High Priest has discussed announcing holy war against them. No doubt, the universe would be a better place without them. We've promised to help the Sallega in their battle against the Xi. We asked our allies to help, but they refuse. I personally must wonder...our allies value peace but do they not know, peace is a fragile thing...it must be protected...with war if needs be.

Maybe once the Xi'Chung plasma bomb the CueCappa homeworld, we'll see more cooperation against such threats.

Now I come full circle and speak again of greed. I want to see the Knowledge spread about the world as much as anyone. I would be on the first ship to the other end of the galaxy. However, it has been said by the prophet, Huyrak, that the servant lowers himself to raise others, and the master lowers others to raise himself. Our ship of the Rhode Island class has moved beyond the Amon'krie system of Hwansul and into Cephedri, where a curious race, the Xintis live. On the way, our ship exited the warp point and found itself in the middle of a battle between the Farzah and the Amon'krie. We have trade treaties with both of these empires, so their anger was not toward us. Our ship skirted the skirmish (I do so love tongue twisters) and saw the Amon'krie loop around the Farzah ship laying missles to her like rain at mid-summer. Our ship escaped unharmed.

It began transmitting to the Xintis. Their system was filled with four large M class planets--the perfect place for the Norak to colonize. We asked for their permission to colonize, but they refused. We asked for a non-aggression pact, but they refused. As their warships closed in on the unarmed Rhode Island, we warned them about attacking the emmissay of the Almighty. Just as our ship was about to return to Amon'krie space, one of their ships closed within attack range and fired. The Rhode Island did not stand a chance.

Since then, it has been decreed that all non-colony ships must have some kind of weapons systems. The High Priest has declared the Xintis to be an enemy of She who walks on stars. Our fleet of Connecticut's has been prepped and readied. Four of them have been sent, along with a support of two colony ships, for a one-way journey to Cephedri. Their orders are to physically subdue the Xintis and establish a base of operations there. Only She who holds the keys to the underworld can judge a being in its entirety. Not I, not Tallik, and not even the High Priest. I think mercy should have first been shown to the Xintis. The Almighty avenges the deaths of her martyrs, sure enough as the Xibanian sun rises. More of an attempt should have been made to win them for Good! But there is little stopping the wheels of the Theocracy once they reach the apex of a hill. We assume the Xintis know we are coming. I think the haste of this decision speaks to the conviction that this decision is not a full measure of justice, but rather a mixed cup...a cheap wine...tainted by greed for distant riches and open fields for our children.

Does not the law speak of protection of the weak? I doubt in the long run, the Xintis have a chance of keeping us from their system. The strong who push the weak are not sent by the Almighty. She will judge the greed of this race.

Because of our numerous trade pacts, the mineral stock piles of the empire are again rising, and even exceeding previous levels. Tallik says we can support a fleet four times its present size. I have no doubt about that. He has shown me the specs for the newest Norak warships, dubbed Utah. Destroyer classes, weighing in at 300k. They boast longer range Uranium cannons, missles and what scientists call "shields." These shields form a barrier of energy around the ship, stopping every weapon known to us from penetrating them. Eventually they fail, but I have been told it would take more than 3 capital missles to make this happen. Perhaps this technology will deter future battles. I sure hope so. Tallik is also experimenting with a new beam weapon, an anti-proton beam. So far they are weaker than our present cannons, but he predicts that in a year's time, they may make the uranium cannon obsolete. Furthermore, our scientists are working on a merge of the latest technology with spiritual powers. I am not sure what the outcome of this research will be. To a common mind such as mine, I cannot imagine the combination. Many think technology and science is an antithesis to religion. If it were, we would not be on space ships preaching to the galaxy, but still there are those who call it blasphemy and all sorts of ugly things.

...

Tallik has just informed me that we are to make ready. We are returning to Xiban to test the newest Utah class ships. Several have recently come Online. I am now reluctant to go...for personal reasons...but that is for another time.

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geoschmo

March 23rd, 2002, 05:57 AM

Year 2404.5

Mr and Mrs Reabarts
Lundara City, Vinton Province

Dear Mom and Dad,

How are things going at home? Things here are fine. I don't want you all to worry about me. With the ships we have now stationed at the wormhole we can handle anything the bugs throw at us. And more ships arrive every month.

Admiral Grandow's plan to stop the Xi raiders before they reach the colonies is a good one. We feel like we are doing something, rather than just scramblling around the system chasing the enemy ships. Our own captain Davic was the one who spotted the one flaw in the strategy. That was blockading the wormhole with missle ships. He realized that we could get more of a jump on the enemy ships coming through if we retrofitted the ships with particle cannons instead. Almost the entire fleet has been retrofitted now.

The Last few months since I visted you have been very routine. Almost every month the bugs send through a ship or two, testing our defenses. We scramble, and blow them out of space. Every once in a while one of their new bio-seekers gets through and hits one of our ships. But since we established the perimeter, we haven't lost any more vessels. I didn't tell you at the time because I didn't want to worry you, but that was the reason for the suprise visit a while back. The Crimsala had taken minor damage and we were in for repairs.

We've even destroyed two Sergetti ships. From what I hear they haven't formally declared war yet, but I don't think it will be long. The politicians back home probably think there is still hope for a treaty with them, but they don't see the way they come at us. Besides, if they aren't allied with the bugs, what are they doing coming at us through bug space, I say.

We heard that the Amonkrie finally agreed to join us and the Norak against the Xi. That's all well and good, but I'm still waiting to see the first one of either of their ships at the wormhole. Our captain says they are fighting them in other systems, but I don't know anything about that. Maybe you have heard something from cousin Lewis? I heard that he was part of the research team in Cephredi. If the bugs come at us from another direction, it'll have to be through there.

I don't know anything for certain, but I'd say that inside of the year we will be going on the offensive. I don't see how we can just keep waiting for the bugs here. We are going to have to take the fight to them and put an end to this thing one way or the other. Whenever it happens, I'll be ready.

Stay safe. Don't worry about me. I'll be home to see you when I can.

All my Love.

Ensign Nathaniel Reabarts
Weapons technician, third class
S. S. S. Crimsala (Bintulu class attack frigate, 0006)

Jmenschenfresser

March 23rd, 2002, 06:55 AM

2404.3
I do hate it when I am right. I hate it when I am right about the actions of our blessed state. Tallik and I are again on the homeworld. We have been for sometime. I sit in my study, listening to the bustle of the street below, and I cannot imagine silence. The silence of Cephedri II must freeze one's ears. Greed is utter faithlessness. You see, all real depravity and waste finds its first fruits in faithlessness. Still the head's of state sit in the squares and temple yards, beating themselves, asking for forgiveness. Rightfully so. Millions are dead because of their greed. Greed even for a nation as a whole is evil; the difference being, a nation pays.

On my Last post, a fleet had been sent to Cephedri. One fleet to colonize and one fleet to enforce the colonization. The Zynarra Holding to whom Cephedri rightfully belongs had rejected all of our deals and proposals. Simply put, they wanted nothing to do with us. Perhaps some false reputation preceeded us? Perhaps another nation, wanting Cephedri all for itself placed lies in their heads? Or perhaps they hate the Almighty? In anycase, we asked again and again, to be allowed to colonize one of the Cephedri worlds.

After being refused, the elders and the ministers and the priests hardened their minds and their souls became like daggers in their own breasts. The Almighty had shown us this salvation from our trapped status. Surely the Texts must find their ways beyond the bounds of this small corner of the galaxy. Surely the Almighty would deliver a colony for us to use as a staging point. Not to the disobedient!

After reaching Cephedri, and being greeted by 4 Zynarran warships of the destroyer class, some began to wonder if we could pull this off. By this time several Utahs were on their way to reinforce the initial fleet. First the fleet of colony ships returned to Amon'krie space expecting war. After a month and the Zynarra backing down, the colony fleet returned and both made their way to Cephedri II. As our ships passed the largest planet in the system, our scanners noticed a Sallega outpost on the planet. I personally doubt that the Sallega have turned the Zynarra against us; however, many think just that. They aided us when our ship fell victim to the XiChung. And on that note, our repeated requests for fellow empires to assist against the Xi'Chung have for the most part, fell on deaf ears.

The fleet reached the planet and one of the colonizers set up a temporary colony on the surface of Cephedri II. 34 million terra-formers began the long chore of building the facilities to resupply our warships. The vice-roy of the colony began sending pictures and stories about the beauty of the flora and fauna on the planet. He called it "promised." I don't remember being promised anything. The greatest teachers, at best, have only been promised misery and death...never beauty and wild streams and tasty nature.

The story goes, that only a few days prior, the colonists were able to get the makeshift sensor array up and running. The guarding fleet was on the other side of the planet, when a Zynarra fleet of four destroyers were picked up flying toward the colony. Fleet Admiral Bullar was quick to act. The four Connecticuts accelerated and rounded the planet quickly. By that time the four Zynarra ships had closed half the distance to the planet. Bullar ordered all missles into open space; however, he made the bad move in not staying out of range of the Zynarras short ranged anti-proton beams. Several of their ships opened fire. Bullar couldn't keep track of the number of beams hitting his ships. The beams of the Zynarra weren't very powerful, but the sheer amount was enough to immediately convince that no one was getting out without a limp. Bullar ordered his fleet to move across, in front of Cephedri II and draw their fire. For several volleys this worked until one of Bullar's ships had to retreat having lost all capability to fight. This left a gap in the crossing fleet. Only two Zynarra ships remained in fighting condition. One was already space dust. But a third distracted the fleet while his sister ran Bullar's defenses and opened fire on Cephedri II. His proton beams struck the colony and triggered an atomic bLast. The 34 million colonists were instantly vaporized. Bullar's ship was limping from three proton bLasts to his engines. He ordered his ships to close the gap, and in doing so they trapped the ship right above the atmosphere. As the other Zynarra ship turned to help, Bullar crushed the trapped ship. Bullar was now down to two ships. His was nearly done for and the other had lost several cannons. Bullar decided to use his own ship as a decoy and lead the attack, hoping the final Zynarra ship would fire at him leaving the other ship free to strike unmolested. The plan worked perfectly...well, all but for Bullar himself. His ship took four direct hits sending it spiralling down on the z-axis (go figure). Bullar was killed when the deck of the bridge collapsed down into the body of the ship. The Last ship seeing the flag ship out of commission returned fire. The Zynarra trying to run was struck several times, but eventually out ran the Last armed Connecticut.

With Bullar dead and the colony destroyed the fleet, still comprised of four ships, had no way to make repairs. So the second colony ship was unwisely sent to recolonize the planet. All four ships had suffered more than 75% damage. Some were left without bridges, some without engines, some without weapons, and overall were left without an Admiral. The first Battle of Cephedri II cost the Norak 34 million colonists and 2139 crew, of which 274 were officers. May the Almightly not judge the puppets as harshly as the masters.

Three days later, the second Battle of Cephedri II took place. Apparently, Bullar had managed the destruction of most of the Zynarra fleet...the better part at least. Our frigates had defeated their destroyers 1 to 1. They returned with two frigates and another destroyer. From this, and Tallik agrees, there isn't much to tell. The colonists were again destroyed and the four strewn, defenseless Connecticuts were dispatched quite easily. We lost 68 million colonists! 68 Million! And four brave crews! Tallik says it was a failed mission from the beginning. Without a treaty from the Zynarra, they did not stand a chance.

With fire and brimstone and photon beams the Almighty will bring us again to the soft underbelly of the Zynarra. They must be judged! and they will. But the senseless deaths of so many, just to come to such a conclusion cannot be easily forgiven. Who do we help but ourselves when we iinfringe upon the Zynarra? The life of the Norak is the life a servant. Many have lost their jobs. Tallik has been asked to take part in the assessment of a return to Cephedri. The Templars, our defense fleet, has been moved up to a forward position. I've argued, that a better road to the rest of the galaxy might lie through Sallegaian space. However, Tallik is pressing for immediate response. Either way is war. Neither the Xi'Chung nor the Zynarra will let us pass through their territories freely. He doesn't suggest this out of foolish anger, but he estimates since our attack on the Zynarra weakened their fleet, a return now, would find them in no state to resist. But it is well known, and known to Tallik, that a return with warships must be accompanied or followed by terra-formers. The High Priest has called for a crusade. All who go have the blessing of She whose incense burns forever. A minimal consort of colonists will depart for Cephedri, if the Templars do indeed reign in the Zynarra.

As over some areas of government, the people lament signs of foolishness, others areas show wisdom and progress. In a joint project the Amon'krie and ourselves have instructed one another on the process of colonization. Now our exploration minister is in possession of ships which can terra-form ice planets. We've learned to melt the icelayers into seas and oceans. Already several planets have been so colonized.

Our brothers, the CueCappa, have joined with us in a military pact. We see no reason why we should not rely on one another for defense. Our worlds pass near each other. We have colonies in their homesystem, so an attack on one is an attack on two. This marriage will prove wise in the long run. For the Norak, it gives us a buffer zone and a pact of free movement within the CueCappa sectors. We've even instituted an agreement of mutual supply. Surely, this helps to extend the reach of the Almighty's servants. At the Last census, it has been estimated that a full 15% of the CueCappa population follow our religion. It is easily the largest religion they have...seeing that everyone else believes in nothing but the hard work of their own hands.

On one of the ice planets in Lundra, we've located and analysed what seems to be a civilization frozen in the lower layers of the surface. Quite a lot of information has been gained--we've learned how to further maximize the extraction of radioactive material from the planets we inhabit and we've found ways to strengthen our uranium cannons. What gifts!

Perhaps the foolishness is over. Perhaps, but I doubt it. I long to return to Arklite I. I personally established a small school there for all who wish to attend. I am quite fond of my pupils there, and wish to return. Perhaps, once the fleet is ready to move, Tallik and I will be transfered back to Arklite. Pellwain is eager to move on to new tasks. She is a traveller at heart, a sojourner, and she has been on Xiban IV for 3 years. Perhaps. I do so hope she refrains from signing up for the next one-way trip to Cephedri. "One-way trip." Is that negative talk? Faithless? We shall see. The great road to the galactic center runs right through Zynarra space. Unlucky them.

Story Junkie

March 23rd, 2002, 07:34 AM

Links/Bump!
[EDIT: By SJ, not me, but Suicide]

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geoschmo

March 25th, 2002, 04:19 AM

Year 2405.2

Are you a healthy man or woman between the ages of 17 and 24?
Are you looking for a career with excitment, adventure, and plenty of room for advancment?
Do you want to make a difference with your life?

Join the Space Marines and help take the fight to the Bugs!

Earn the respect and gratitude of your friends and family. And take home 495 a month after taxes doing it. No advanced education or experince required. Visit your local recuiting office today.

Your republic needs you!

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Grandow reviewed the invasion plans. He had already made the final decision to go with the plan, and construction had begun on the combat vehicles two months before. Recruiting was well underway on all of the colonies. There had been no shortage of volunteers to join the newly commisioned Space Marines.

Casualty estimates varied wildly. Most of his advisors believed that the invasion would be sucessful, but the cost to the first wave of troops was likely to be horendous. The first phase would come next month when the fleet moved through the warp point to Organtrix. Once there a beachhead of sorts would be set up. Information would be needed about bug fleet strength and defenses. To do that we would need eyes in the bug system.

The plan allowed for three months before phase two, to allow for repairs to the fleet before moving on to the ground assault. Time would also be neeeded to revise the plans if it turned out the Xi'Chung homeworld, the primary target, were too heavily defended. If it became neccesary, one of the smaller colonies would be invaded first. This would give the Sallegans a base of operations in bug space. This would also demonstrate to the bugs the predicament of their situation.

They were almost totally isolated now. Along with the Norak and the Amonkrie, the Sergetti had agreed to a non-aggression pact with the Republic now and had declared war on the Xi. The only race known to have peaceful relations with the bugs now was the Cue Cappa. But they didn't fight with anybody it appeared. Despite all this, the Xi had refused the latest ultimatum to cease attacks in the Narciston system.

It was clear that the Queen was not open to negotiation. For whatever reason, she was bent on the destruction of the Sallegan race. This could not be allowed to happen. If it took the complete subjugation of the Xi'Chung race, that is how it would have to be.

Time was of the essence. The war with the Xi must be resolved before the conflict between the Zynarra and the Norak got out of hand. Offers had been made to mediate that dispute, and so to keep the support of the Sallegans two closest allies.

Also there were concerns in the research and development front. The Sallegan researchers had discovered it was possible to build space mines which were difficult to detect and could do considerable damage. So far we had not developed the technolgoy to sweep these mines. It is not clear whether the Xi have developed these mines yet, but they cannot be allowed to do so before the invasion.

The achealogical discovery in Cephredi had yielded fuit. The remains were in fact of an ancient civilization. Furthermore the technology was discoverd to build massive planetary energy shields. Currently the Sallegans do not have the resources or space to build these, but it is a technology valued highly by our allies. Enough so that they were willing to trade ship construction technology. The Sallegans were now capable of building 400Kt space vessels. This put them on a par with every known race.

But the invasion could not wait for these ships to be constructed. Plans were designed, and keels laid. But the fleet would have to make do with what they had now. The timing was too critical to do otherwise.

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geoschmo

March 25th, 2002, 08:16 AM

Year 2405.8

The fleet entered the Xi home sector in perfect spider formation, then all hell broke loose. The Xi had kept one Donetsk class destroyer in orbit, along with a dozen defense sattelites. Preliminary scans showed the bugs had 10 weapons platforms on the planet armed with standard CSM's. Those would be the priority. The ships and sats were an annoyance that had to be dealt with, but those platforms could stop the assault in it's tracks.

The Bareilly troop transport fell back well out of danger while the attack ships moved in to clear the way. The bug destroyer moved out to meet them, and suddenly broke right and attempted to move around the Sallega formation. Captain Davic recognized what they were doing in an instant.

"They are heading for the transport. All ships, break formation! Beta group, set an intercept course. Don't let that destroyer get in range of those marines. Ram him if you have too! Alpha group, form on me. Full speed ahead."

One destoryer was no match for the entire Sallegan fleet of 11 friagets and destoryers, but against the 3 ships of beta group, the odds weren't quite so bad. The bug ship was destoryed in a hail of missles and particle bLasts, but not before critcally damaging one ship and slightly damaging another. But the transport was safe, and that was the priority.

As Alpha group closed within range of the planet, the first Chang Rai destroyer let loose it's salvo of missles at the planet. They were follwed closly by the rest of Alpha group. The Sallegnas missles outranged the Xi's, but the ships closing in got in the Xi's range before their own missles impacted on the planet. Thirty blips appeared on the tactical display as the bug missles soared up from the planet below.

"All point defense, fire at will!" As the cannons opened up on the incomming wave of missles, the ships moved within range of their own particle cannons. The first round of Sallegan missles had found their marks, but there were still 6 weapon platforms operational, and the 12 sattelites to deal with. Suddenly the Dannak was rocked by twin explosions as the surviving Xi missles impacted on the lead ships in the fleet. The frigate to the left was struck 5 times and went up in a massive fireball. The Destroyer to the right of the Dannak also suffered multiple hits, but it's larger size allowed it to keep together. It wheeled away from the battle, to damaged to be of any use.

As the Aksu and Dannak turned and began firing on the Xi sattelites, the remainder of the fleet opened up with particle cannons and missles on the surface of the planet. The remaining weapons platforms were destroyed, but not before launching another wave of missles. Damaged by the first wave, and the particle cannon fire from the sattelites, the fleet did not have enough point defense to deal with the entire second wave of incoming missles. Two more frigates were destroyed, and third critically damaged. It was picked off by the Last remaining Xi sattelites, shortly before they were in turn destroyed.

The damage was extensive. Four frigates destroyed, five other ships heavily damaged, including the S.S.S Dannak. But the damaged ships could be reapaired in time, and the Aksu and three other ships were somehow not even hit in all the chaos. And most importantly, the Xi homeworld now lay before them undefended.

The marines came in to do their job. The transport moved into low orbit and launched the landing craft. They disperesed throughout the major population centers. Resistance was stiff, and causalties among the marines reached almost 40%, but in the end, they were victorious, and the planet was subdued.

The capitol had been lightly damaged in the attack. The worst news was that the space yard facility had been destroyed. It would be five months before it could be made operational and put to work repairing the fleet.

The Queen, seeing her empire coming to an end, commited ritual suicide as the marines attempted to take her into custody. The remaining Xi drones quickly submitted to marine authority at that point, and the battle for Organtrix IX had ended.

The only thing left was to deal with the other two Xi colonies. What ships could make way loaded the bulk of the marine force and made way for Organtrix IV, the smaller of the two remaining Xi worlds in the Organtrix system. But a few days before they arrived, the remainder of the Xi'Chung empire surrendered to the Norak.

The war was over.

Ragnarok

March 25th, 2002, 06:24 PM

What's the score of everyone? Wanna see how ya'll doin.

geoschmo

March 25th, 2002, 07:27 PM

Scores as of Turn 2406.0

1st place - Praetorian
2nd place - Norak
3rd place - Fazrah
4th place - Sergetti
5th place - Amonkrie

8th place - Sallega (Moving up. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif )

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

March 25th, 2002, 08:45 PM

2405.8

The Xi'Chung are no more. They are a crushed, battered and defeated people. But let me begin severals months before. After our defeat at Cephedri II, the Elders shifted from the notion that movement through Zynarra space was the only way to move beyond this corner of the galaxy. We'd recent information from the CueCappa that the Xi'Chung weren't as strong as it first seemed. Seven of our newest Utah destroyers left Xiban for a system called Olontra. The CueCappa informed us that a large planet in this system was uninhabited, that the Amon'krie, for reasons unknown had refrained from terra-forming it.

The High Priest secured from the Amon'krie permission to use this planet as a base for deep space exploration. However, the citizens of Olontra began rioting when our seven Utah destroyers moved into the system. For several years now, we've been aware of a faction within the Amon'krie who are hostile toward our beliefs. The are ethno-centrists, prone to violence, and cannot stand the words of our beloved Text. The Amon'krie government had not expected such a backlash from our efforts to terra-form a planet in the Olontra system. They had no idea of the influence the anti-Norak movement had upon members of their government.

We feared war with the Amon'krie and we still do. Within several months of our entrance into the Olontra system, the mood between our two peoples was tense. The government was forced to break ties with us, fearing a coup. The Priests doubted an attack from the Amon'krie would come. They were too deeply locked in a stalemate with the Farzah. As long as we kept the Templar fleet in Olontra, the Amon'krie would complain but do little. However, before our two civilizations had this falling out, we'd promised the Sallega to assist with their attack upon the Xi'Chung. Not wanting to return to Cephedri, the Priests had come to the conclusion that the Xi'Chung needed to be tested. Perhaps with the support of the Sallega, we could render them unable to attack our passing ships.

Unable to delay the Templar fleet any longer, the new colony in Olontra was left amongst a sea of hostile faces. We informed the Sallega we would be within striking range in two months. Just as the fleet exited the warp point into Organtrix, the Sallegan Admiral sent word that our fleet should guard the warp point between the Sallega and the Xi, just in case their invading fleet was destroyed. They feared a backlash or reprisal if they failed. Our fleet never actually made it to the warp point. As we passed near the Xi homeworld, we heard the Sallega victory cry! They'd taken it. The Xi were thus reduced to two small domed colonies farther north within the Organtrix system, neither of which were capable of constructing warships. Our elders feared too much life had been lost in taking this homeworld. It was a noble victory, and one sent by She who judges the soul; however, our elders realized that the Xi were already destroyed, their queen was dead by her own hand, and because of this, we negotiated a surrender of the final two colonies.

Which brings me to our present journey. Tallik and I are on our way to Organtrix to help with the transition of the remaining Xi. I've been studying the Sallegan and CueCappan anthropological writings about the Xi'Chung. Our scholars know little about them. It seems they have a cult of personality burned within their social conscience. In destroying their government and space navy, we hope they will take to our leadership. Tallik will be rebuilding their defenses and construction yards. I will assist in the pacification and instruction of our newest citizens. We are aboard an older Maine class transport headed to Organtrix. The treaty of surrender they signed has several stipulations:

1) We, the Norak, protect the Xi'Chung from any further hostile actions from the Sallega.
2) The Xi'Chung who accept the rule of the Norak be given every right within the Continuum as that of a Norak citizen.
3) Those of the Xi'Chung who no longer wish to live in close proximity to the Sallega, be allowed to move en masse to a suitable world deep within Norakian territory. (Several methane planets have already been chosen)
4)The culture and language of the Xi'Chung be accepted as legitimate within the Continuum.
5) However, the Xi'Chung will no longer be allowed to worship the pagan gods of their ancestors. These they must forsake.
6) The Xi'Chung are no less children of the Almighty.
7) The Xi'Chung will be given immediate seats within the Hall of Elders based on their population.
8) We will petition the Sallegan to provide restriction free travel from the Xi'Chung homeworld to the colonies and vice versa, as many families and friends are as yet divided.

There are several other finer points of course. These are some of the more interesting ones. It seems that I will head the monks and priests whose task it is to instruct the Xi'Chung in our religion and ways. We will set up schools and monestaries for them to learn our language. Tallik is also involved in the removal of those who wish to leave from the Sallegan presence and those who refuse to cooperate with the treaty. We hope for a smooth transition, but I doubt these things are ever easy. The Sallegan have yet to inform us as to their intentions towards the defeated Xi. We hope they are kind and forgiving despite the mutual destruction they've inflicted over the years. We realize it is easier for us to wipe the slate clean; however, forgiveness is the true sign of an enlightened soul.

After ensuring the defeat of the Xi'Chung the Templars are returning to the Colony in Olontra. Our priests have recently hammered out a new treaty between the Norak and the Amon'krie. The distrust is evident. We are now reduced to a treaty of non-intercourse. However, I have always been taught, that where the Almighty closes one door, she opens another. And possibly it is so...the Sallega have recently offered their services as arbiter between us and the Zynarra. Perhaps this will lead somewhere other than death. To the readers of this, you must understand what came before you. We seek not to destory but to enlighten. Sometimes however, the Almighty uses her servants to crush the irredeemable. The Zynarra cannot hide forever form the face of She who thinks about thinking...one day we will again ask of them their testimony. The Almighty have sent the Sallega as a Last hope for the Zynarra. I pray they do not send them away unheeded.

There isn't much to do on an empty transport ship...except write.

I've studied the designs of the new light cruiser class Florida about 50 times since leaving Xiban I. Several have already left space dock. One is being sent to Organtix and will arrive ahead of us; however, I will not get to see it until we reach the Xi' Colonies, because while we are avoiding Amon'krie space, it will be taking the shorter route through it. Already, Tallik is talking of new designs and new plans. He's sent his latest ideas back to the elders and their engineers. The second Version of the Florida will come with panels which harness the energy of the stars. This will greatly increase the distance our Text can be taken. Perhaps to the other end of the galaxy.

.............

Tallik and I have just finished our mid-day meal--some kind of wheat for the 10th day in a row. I wish this had been deemed a pilgrammage, for then I would no longer be required to fast. In anycase, we began discussing the future of the continuum. Now that the Xi'Chung worlds will provide us with resupply and constuction yards at the edge of known space, I ask what is next. The answer I received was not the one I was expecting. Instead of thrusting outward as many think, the elders have deemed it necessary to use the two systems lying on the galactic edge first. How can we use them, I ask? They are rock and empty space! Will we mine them? No, Tallik answered. We are going to create planets.

I think I called him a heretic. Only the Almighty can create something from nothing! But he quickly showed me the error of my ways. We need not deal with nothing. The Almighty has already given us the clay with which to form worlds. He proceeded to explain to me that our scientists are on the brink of a technology which would pull asteroids together through a powerful superficial gravitational field. After the gravity of the new planet is stabilized, the planet is perfect for terra-forming. At first we would only be able to transform smaller asteroid fields, but even this would nearly double the number of planets we inhabit. In order to speed up the research, Tallik showed me a deed to an as yet unformed planet. I laughed, but it is true. The ministry for exploration and new world colonization is selling deeds. The prices are ridiculously cheap. I am a monk, so therefore, I cannot own anything. However, Tallik assured me that when the time comes for our mutual retirement from public life, he would build be a shanty on a lonesome hill where I could meditate away the end of my days. I am absolutely in love with the idea.

Our conversation then drifted to other more mundane aspects of the continuum--his fear that our weapons capabilities are falling behind. I constantly tell him that his worries are a lack of faith. But he is a practical Norak. And we need his kind too. I think too much, I suppose. He tells me this daily and that uranium cannons don't build themselves. He's right...

But neither does faith...

Once we initiate the creation of new worlds, the travel time from one side of the contiuum to the other will take upwards of a year and will span eight systems.

Jmenschenfresser

March 26th, 2002, 02:07 AM

2406.1
News article:

AMON'KRIE--OLD FRIENDS OR NEW THREAT?
by Hyulil
I can remember several short years ago when the Amon'krie were very reluctant to enter into friendly terms with us, the Norak. Well, let the records show that these Last seven days have shown that wounds between civilizations can bury themselves under layers of skin and paper treaties, but never are they totally absorbed by the veins of history.

Seven days ago, a Bronnoysund light cruiser of the Amon'krie was picked up hovering mysteriously close to our legal colony on Olontra II. The Templar fleet was making its way back from Organtrix, where the Sallega are still putting out the construction yard fires on the former Xi'Chung homeworld. Our fleet was within two sectors of Olontra II, when without warning, the Bronnoysund moved in on the planet. After repeated hails and no response, the colonists assumed something was wrong.

"I was standing on the roof of the main hall, when suddenly a series of giant explosions grabbed my attention. They came from the new space port beyond the eastern hills. After that, I remember being thrown to the ground...yes, the literal ground. We're talking quite a distance. Everything was on fire. People, houses, shops, everything..."

This is just one of many eye witness accounts streaming in from Olontra II.

"I never heard any sirens or warnings. I was working on a new resupply depot. We'd been working on it for 2 months. It was for the returning fleet. As you can imagine, I am thanking the Almighty for my fortune. I went out to get a cup of CueCappa soup, when a burst of light incinerated the facility I worked in. Only two people alive from that job site are the soup guy and me." From a worker.

The list goes on. 34 million colonists orginally settled on Olontra II. The number at the time of the attack might have been nearer to 40.

No one really knows for certain, but either the Amon'krie didn't realize we had 8 defense satellites in orbit, or it ignored them. General Ichtys rushing into his office was heard to say simply, "Fire. Don't ask me one damned question. Just fire." Almost as soon as he muttered these words, the Bronnoysund opened fire on the planet. From the sensor data, we've determined the ship used low level proton beams and depleted uranium cannons. The uranium has radiated much of the original colonized area. Many may still die who were too close to the exploding shells.

It was then that the Amon'krie ship realized 8 missles were screaming toward it. The ship turned into the missles hoping that some would miss their mark; however, the advanced guidance system of the missles showed this to be a foolish move. Every missle hit. The ship fired one beam at the sattelites before attempting to run. The satellites auto programming kicked in. If a link to an attacked colony has been severed, the satellites will continue to fire at their Last known target without instruction from the planet. They did just that. The missles quickly closed in on the Bronnoysund and vaporized her.

Although numbers are sketchy, it is believed that 3 million colonists are still alive on Olontra II. With the immediate threat gone and the Templars now in orbit around the colony, hopefully the Amon'krie will not make another foolish attack on Olontra II. Several strategists believe that our forces far out number those of the Amon'krie in the Olontra system. The Templars are using their own medical facilities to treat wounded. Supplies have been held up due to diplomatic haggling between us and the Amon'krie. They claim it was a renegade captain, itching to start a war. However, several elders of the war counsel claim they have proof that the Amon'krie government had partial knowledge of the event.

The High Priest has yet to issue a declaration of war, hoping for some resolution; however, this has not stopped all construction yards from beginning to crank out new ships of war. The First Interplanetary Guards are being ordered to move into Amon'krie space as a show of force, and our intent upon protecting ourselves.

Do we stand on the brink of another war? The Amon'krie have never taken to our ways. They refuse at every turn the Almighty's Text. We can live with people who have not the faith, but we cannot tolerate those who wish to destroy it. Let the Almighty judge! Let the path be made straight, and if it is to be the rumble of war which makes use of it, this author can live happily with such an outcome.

geoschmo

March 26th, 2002, 06:09 AM

Year 2407.0

The war with the Xi'Chung had barely ended when the next crises flared up. The Sergetti, having just signed a non-aggression treaty the month before the invasion of Organtrix IX, abruptly cancelled it. Attempts had been made to renegotiate, but all had been refused. They had not made an official declararion of war, but it was clear that they were very hostile towards the Sallegan presence in the Organtrix system.

There were additional skirmishes. A single Sergetti ship had to be detroyed when it refused to withdraw from the Organtrix system, and two more were destroyed in what was apparently an attack on Organtrix IX itself. The space mines, which had just recently been deployed around the planet worked to perfection.

The fleet was dispatched to take control of the lone Sergetti colony in the system. But during the bombardment to neutralize the defensive weapon systems and make it safe for the marines to land, a fluke shot punctured the main habitation dome and set off a chain reaction within the colonies power plant. It was totatlly destroyed, along with the entire Sergetti population on the planet. A horrible waste thought Grandow. We must review our policies to make sure nothing like that happens in the future.

A fleet of six Sergetti light cruisers came through the eastern warp point on a direct course for the Xi homeworld. A final urgent plea to the Sergetti was made to end the hostilities before things got completely out of hand. Suprisingly they accepted and another non-aggresion pact was signed, but Grandow doubted that would be the end of the matter.

On the other side of Sallegan space, the Zynars were continuing their insistance that the Sallegans could not allies with them and the Norak at the same time. They were threatening to cancel the military alliance and expel the researchers on Cephredi VIII. Grandow decided that it was time to call their bluff. He did not believe they actually wanted to endanger their safety in such a haphazard way. It would be different, he thought, if the conflict between the two were still raging. Then they might have a legitimate claim on the Sallegans in the basis of their military alliance. But the Norak had appeared to lose interest in the Cephredi system, and had in fact sought the assistance of the Sallegans in resolving the conflict peacefully.

Grandow had been suprised that the occupation of the Xi homeworld had been as peaceful as it had. The Xi'Chung people themselves were plesantly tolerable once removed from the control of their despotic Queen. They had a great tolerance and acceptance of authority figures, and once it was clear to them the Sallegans had no intention of holding them responsible for the crimes of their former leaders, they proved to be quite good citizens and hard workers. Grandow almost felt ashamed of himself for his open hatred of the Xi race in the past.

Suited to methane aptmospheres as they were, several million volunteered to be relocated to the two methane colonies in the Narcisston system. The Sallegan population there was more than happy to dismantle the domes they had lived under all these years and move back to the homeworld. Something inherant in a person made them long to be able to walk outdoors in the sunshine. One could only live inside for so long.

The colonization of the remaining planets in the Organtrix system was proceeding rapidly. Priority would be given to defensive preparations, in case the Sergetti resumed hostilites in the near future. These additional planets, and the expanded use of the methane worlds in Narcisston, almost doubled the size of the Sallegan Republic. And none too soon, Grandow thought. The Republic was in danger of becoming swallowed up by one of the major races.

All of the known races, with the exception of the Sergetti, were still on good terms with the Sallegans. The Cue Cappa and Fazrah had even offered partnership agreements, which the Sallegans accepted. The information recieved from these agreements gave Grandow a picture of the galaxy that would have taken years to gather on their own. They now had star charts for systems strecthing from one galactic edge to the other, and almost to the galactic core. Nearly half the galaxy in all. They also had knowledge of several races they had not yet actually met. Grandow decided that they would have to send emmisaries to these system. He had long ago become a believer the ability of trade to support the growth of the Republic. And if relations were to sour with any of their current allies, new allies would be needed to replace them.

TerranC

March 28th, 2002, 09:45 PM

What happened here?

The Galaxy dies of a big bang?

geoschmo

March 28th, 2002, 10:34 PM

Heh, no big bang. The PBW server problems and Mesch having real life issues taking up more of his time means we have not been able to play any more turns lately. No turns means nothing happens to write about. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Hope to get back to it in a few days.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

April 1st, 2002, 10:41 PM

(Enjoy...sorry for the delay.)

2407.4
I can't imagine a more remote desolate-looking place than the colonies in Organtrix. As an amature student of history and culture, I was eager to see the Lasting remnants of the the Xi'Chung. However, I see now with my own eyes the reasons why so many Xi have chosen to leave this system. Many long to see the homeworld and many are so tired of war that they just want to take their families and move on. Of the nearly 200 million Xi on the two colonies some 180 million are leaving for other worlds. I've met many of these future colonists. Tallik and I spent a month on both colonies fixing up infrastructure and bringing news of the Almighty. Quite a few have taken emotionally to our faith. Their fervor is astounding! Since we are late arriving, and several military men, including military priets, have been handing out the Text for nearly a year. They take to our faith mixing it with their own culture, and the offspring produces a strange, but familiar child. I personally enjoy it. I cannot imagine the different views and philosophical directions we'll see in the near and distant future.

We are on our way back to regions more familiar with a hull full of hopeful Xi. Still we cannot take what might be the shorter route through Amon'krie territory. Tallik has spent the Last two weeks locked in his cabin, seeing only me, and that only when I bring him his food. He is sketching possible strategies of both defense and offense were the Amon'krie ever to attack. We still maintain a large military presence in the Olontra system.

On the scientific front, we've gotten word that the homeworld has begun contruction on a ship capable of converting asteroids to planets. It will still take a year and a half until this wonder is complete. A good deal of the empire's resources are going into this ship. Those who know of this project are extremely hopeful that it will again provide the Norak with room to expand.

Other than the long trip to Organtrix and now the trip back, not a great deal has transpired during the Last year. The Amon'krie have been sitting on a treaty of trade with us for several months. After cycling through every known treaty, our diplomats finally hit upon this one that the Amon'krie are willing to hold onto. Our growing corner of the galaxy is again quite.

Tallik and I discuss galactic strategy from time to time as I may have mentioned. He feels our next problem may be with the Sergetti. They've sent several warnings to the High Priest and even vice roys within the CueCappa system attempting to weaken our alliance with the CueCappa. Apparently the Sergetti are trouble makers. She who hung the stars can deal with them in her own time, either by our hand or the hand of another. No one prospers forever when they spread disease and discontent. The Elders are debating the release of part of the Templars from station in Olontra to dissuade the Sergetti from meddling in Organtrix. We know that the Sallega have a keen dislike for the Sergetti. Our scouts in Organtrix are not quite sure of the events but we think the Sallega and Sergetti have been through several skirmishes already. We do know that sometime between the exiting of the Templars from Organtrix and the surrender of the Xi, the Sergetti colony in Organtrix disappeared. I suppose it is possible they abandoned it thinking it unsafe; although, I doubt it. More likely the Sallega destroyed it...whether on purpose or not.

The colonies in Organtrix have sent a Florida to scout out several uncharted systems beyond Organtrix. A colony ship of Norak wait in Organtrix for a suitable world to present itself. I doubt the Elders will consent to sending a colony ship into Sergetti space. But perhaps somewhere beyond it lies an unclaimed world.

Let me now tell you of a small work I am attempting for the Priest of Multiculture. He is binding several volumes of Xi'Chung literature in translation for the greater good of integrating the enroute Xi into Norak culture. He figured that such a publication would give the Norak an appreciation of their new neighbors. The collection now in translation is small, but we are positive it will grow over time. I personally have picked up much of their language. It isn't that hard once one gets over the hurdle of a different script. I, on the other hand, have not been given the task of translation, but rather of collecting a few "survivor" stories or human interest stories for publication in our many newspapers and tabloids. The pieces I've gathered from those who remained in Organtrix and from those on the ship. The column is already in it's 3rd month, and just as an example, I'd like to include part of Last weeks here. It is an interview:

"An interview with Yuzzakri of the fourth pod of Xi'Gyunlhl, once a captain in the Xi'Chung Star Watch.

RAEGHAR: Why are you leaving your homesystem? Organtrix. Certainly, there may be chances for your return, but still, it must take something for a being leave his home for another settlement.

YUZZAKRI: I'm tired. Tired of what being a real Xi involves.

RAEGHAR: From the war?

YUZZAKRI: I can live with war...it's this facelessness of our people I can't stomach. Your, your...historians may ask, 'what does being a Xi mean?' I'll tell you. It means nothing! Once upon a time, before the Sallega stormed the Imperial Hive and dissected our ****ing beloved queen, the general most of us simply existed in a state where all action was collective. Individuality, I am now discovering, is based mostly on the choices, the decisions we make. We made the decisions which most benefitted the Hive. It was easy. It was the common good, as you would call it, but it wasn't living. I am tired of the common good. I am not a selfish person, Raeghar.

RAEGHAR: Then if before the death of the Xi Queen, being a Xi meant being part of a whole and not a whole itself, then what does being a Xi now mean?

YUZZAKRI: Now! Now we are nothing!

RAEGHAR: I thought you were nothing before?

YUZZAKRI: Before we were incomplete. Now we are nothing. I can be anything I chose to be under Norakian law, or something else outside of it. I can call myself a Norak if I want to, or a Sallega or a Zynarrian! Whatever. My point is, I am...we are a blank slate.

RAEGHAR: Then I don't quite follow how this now unlimited frontier of personality and choice can lead to you saying, "I am tired."

YUZZAKRI: How many people are on this ship, Raeghar?

RAEGHAR: Not sure....maybe 150 million or more.

YUZZAKRI: And that speaks to the sudden newness of epistomology we as Xi find ourselves in. Whether tragic or not, I do not know, but it is a situation I think which demands adaptation...am I correct?

RAEGHAR: I would say so.

YUZZAKRI: And therein lies the problem with me and the other 150 million Xi on this ship. The government on the two colonies you Norak now hold, which before were just governors and local officials, have indirectly become power hungry. In order to convince your Elders to allow them to retain power over the rest of us, using the excuse that only a Xi knows a Xi, and can govern his complex nature, they, the leaders had to create this myth of Xi'Chung culture. It is entirely imposed from above. You, yourself, saw the makeshift flaunting of our newly found freedom and culture! What rubbish.

RAEGHAR: Is this disagreement over culture the reason why you've left?

YUZZAKRI: It isn't the only reason.....I would call it more, the only choice left.

RAEGHAR: Meaning you imprisonment.

YUZZAKRI: Yes.

RAEGHAR: Why don't you talk about that. Begin with the organization of your political party.

YUZZAKRI: It was hardly mine. It functioned like a lot of things in Xi society, without a direct head. I really only became it's head once the fighting started. You see there aren't free elections in either of the colonies in Organtrix....not even now. It began long before the Sallega invasion. I began meeting with several officials and intellectuals about changing policy towards the Sallega...and others, but mainly towards our war with them. I am not here to debate the start of this war or right of existence. But the war was going no where, so I and others began a movement within the upper society to end the war and initiate a cooling off toward the Sallega....

RAEGHAR: Are you vindicated now that those who opposed you seemingly made the wrong choice?

YUZZAKRI: Wrong choice?! Whatever that is. I think even you preach that right choices are known only by your Almighty...not by mortals. In anycase, the invasion came before we really were given the chance to let our movement cement. The homeworld was quickly taken and then the rest surrendered to you...well, not you, but.... I fought against the invasion of course. But after our fleet and space defenses were gone, we didn't have the ground capabilities to deal with the Sallega troops. They over ran the cities with ease. After the capital and five other major cities fell, my division surrendered. Normally, I would have been captaining a ship and most likely would have met my maker in the upper atmosphere of the homeworld, but recent Sallega adventures into our space had left me without a ship and decent crew. So when the invasion came I was assigned as an officer to the army. Afterwards the army was disbanded and I was left to myself....not a good thing for a thinking Xi'Chung. Once the new government on the homeworld had been set up, they began this push for a representation of the Xi in the Sallega government. Claiming reasons of culture and minority status and blah blah blah. With several of the same friends as before, I formed an alternative to becoming a Sallegian citizen or a minority. It was a fine line to walk, granted. But it stressed individuality and self-determination. Free thought and a reexamining of every alternative out there. Not some bogus cheap fantasy Xi culture, that never existed. But neither the establishment nor the Sallega wanted to hear it. We were first forced under ground. I personally lived in a hut in the woods for a month. Attempts on the lives of my collegues were made. When the call came form the Norak that they and the Sallega were attempting a reunification of relatives and such, I applied and was accepted for transfer to one of the colonies. Honestly, I think the Sallega still think I am hiding somewhere in their forests.

RAEGHAR: What was your excuse for transfer?

YUZZAKRI: Actually, none. The Norak nor the Sallega knew anything about birth records and mundane stuff like that of the Xi. I picked a generic Xi name and ran with it, calling him my brother. The transfers went so quickly I doubt they checked any of the applicants.

RAEGHAR: So you didn't get that wound on the homeworld?

YUZZAKRI: No. After getting to the colonies, I thought that the movement might work better here. After all, the colonies had always been known to house underground movements and extremists. I met with several Groups. None of which were interested in what I had to say. But at Last I men a Xi named, Khazzari. He introduced me to some of his acquaintances....and on the chain went. Really an overnight hook up. Khazzari worked in the library on Organtrix I. He had a personal stock of foreign literature and philosophy. I would say it had the one of the best collections of political writings in the galaxy. I read books from races I doubt you have ever heard of. Well, to make a long story short, we refashioned what used to be on the homeworld. I felt good about this new group. The people were smart and fierce but compassionate for the average Xi. We began asking questions and attending lectures. We used your own religious schools as places for instruction and recruitment. Within a month we had a thousand members. The local governments became aware of us at about this time. Since the Templar fleet of the Norak had to be recalled to the Olontra system, the colonies in Organtrix were left without much Norakian supervision. The new Xi leaders began to take a strong line against those who disagreed with their interim rule.

RAEGHAR: Death squads?

YUZZAKRI: More or less. Somewhere around this time people began disappearing. We halted most of our open activities, but by that time too many people knew too many names. I started to see shadows following me home.

RAEGHAR: What turned you into militants? I mean, what forced you to fight back.

YUZZAKRI: The death of Khazzari, of course. They even took his books. Watch...once the atmosphere in Organtrix smoothes over, these books will surface...either in another collection or on an auction block. [I have yet to tell Yuzzakri but Khazzari's collection is on this ship. I have been given orders to deliver it to the national archives of enlightened studies. I have put in a request that the books belong to Yuzzakri and should be copied and then returned to him. Hopefully someone listens.] After his death, we armed ourselves. I didn't have anywhere else to run to...not until your ship arrived. But I didn't know that at the time. The skirmishes weren't grand or anything really to speak of. We killed several Guards, including two Norak, hence my sentence, and they killed most of us. I was wounded and taken prisoner. I am sure you are aware of what happened after you arrived. I was in a cell awaiting death. One of my former collegues posing as an independent investigator exposed the interim government abuses, and because of that I was freed.

RAEGHAR: But you still feared for your life?

YUZZAKRI: Yes. It is true that the Norak dismissed several officials after the short hearing on abuses, but most stayed where they were. I had no choice but to leave.

[Since this interview, Yuzzakri has taken up the call to follow the Text of the Almighty. However, he still teaches individuality as the true path to an enlightened knowledge of She who exposes the infinite to the finite.]

Ragnarok

April 7th, 2002, 08:48 PM

What's the latest with the story? Or is anyone playing it? Or are you in the process of writing the next sections? Just thought I'd ask...

Jmenschenfresser

April 8th, 2002, 03:18 PM

Yes, sorry for the delay, and thanks for the concern and interest. I've had guests for the Last 10 days. They just left, and after spending Sunday relaxing, I am ready to get back into it.

Might see a new post today or tomorrow. We're about 10 turns from Last week's post, which is right on target.

geoschmo

April 8th, 2002, 05:45 PM

Temporal World - "Happiness through history" is proud to present

JOURNEY TO YESTERDAY Episode 4: Seeds of Empire

Year 2408.3

...

Historians have argued for centuries at which point the Sallegan Republic became the Sallegan Empire. The easy answer is with the coronation of Emperor Philosus. However, many feel the seeds of that empire were planted years before.

Here we are late in the first decade of the 25 century. The Sallegans are still ruled by a republic, however the Senates power and influence has steadily declined since the Hive war. The admiralty still professes to show allegiance to the elected representatives, but that allegiance is often a rubber stamp by the Senators on whatever Admiral Grandow feels is in the "best interests" of the republic.

The economy was showing signs of strain. The years of military buildup as a result of the Xi'Chung war and the current cold war with the Sergetti were starting to eat into the mineral reserves. Already close to half of the construction facilities in the Republic were idle. No new ship orders were being placed, and many current orders had been put on hold, or canceled altogether. The massive research network was consistently putting out new discoveries, and improving old technologies, but the money simply wasn't available to put these technologies to use. One at a time, these indicators were not that troubling, but altogether they showed a downward trend that could quickly become a very bad situation for the republic.

The population was generally happy, but so far the majority of them were still getting a paycheck. However if unemployment continued to rise, morale would plummet. That could be disastrous as long as the political situation with the Sergetti remained tenuous. At his critical juncture in Sallegan history several decisions were made that would have far reaching implications in this section of the quadrant for generations to come.

The economic recession could not be ignored. However, the presence of the Sergetti and the other major powers so close by would not allow ships to be scrapped or mothballed. The memories of the Hive war were too painful, and too recent to allow that. The strength of the navy had to be maintained.

A three phase plan was decided upon. The first phase was a simple one. The Ashadra system to the south of Narcisston was young system of planetary debris orbiting a newly formed star. The system was so early in it's life span that the dust and asteroids had not yet joined to form planets suitable for colonization. However, these asteroids were ideal for remote mining operations. Ships were to be designed and built to get at these precious raw materials.

Secondly, information was received from our allies the Fazrah of a race that evolved on Gas Giant worlds. This race apparently lived on the far side of Sergetti space. It was believed they may hold the key to the great mystery of the ancient cities deep in the Narciston Gas Giants. The Sallegans did not want to only have contact with this race through the Fazrah, and thus have to share the existence of these cites with their allies. A decision was made to build a fleet of long range vessels capable of surviving the trip across hostile Sergetti space to make contact with this race. If we could develop the technology to colonize these worlds, it would allow for a wave of internal expansion that would take much of the pressure off the economy.

The Last, and most dangerous phase of the plan had to do with the Zynars. There existed a single uncolonized oxygen world in the Cephredi system. When the original treaty had been signed with the Zynars, it had been the request of the Sallegans to have rights to colonizing that planet. So far the Zynars had not agreed. The treaty had been signed, but it had been mutually agreed to leave the issue of Cephredi VII open. So far neither race had colonized it.

The Zynars were now insisting as a pre-condition for colonization that the Sallegnas submit to their long standing demand that they break their treaty with the Norak. This was a considered a bad idea under normal circumstances, but with the current economic situation it was unthinkable. The lost income alone would throw the fragile Sallegan economy into a full blown depression.

War was not desired by any measure, but it was decided that a new policy of "carrot and stick" diplomacy would be implemented with the Zynars. The Admiralty reasoned that the Zynars needed the Sallegans more than the Sallegans needed them, and thus justified for themselves the aggressive actions to come. The fear of the Sallegan navy was one of the main reasons the Zynars had not been overrun as of yet by one of the other major races. A colony ship was dispatched to Cephredi VII, and a sizeable escort fleet was sent along with it, just to make sure the Zynars didn't get any ideas. In return the Sallegnas would offer a stronger "defense" presence in Cephredi to "protect against outside aggression."

It wasn't quite annexation of Zynar space, but it was pretty close. It was unclear at the time how the Zynars would react to the larger Sallegan military garrison. It was not realized at the time, but historians have considered it the first overtly offensive move the Sallegan government had made since encountering the other races.

...

TerranC

April 8th, 2002, 11:43 PM

From a technical historic standard:

That's invasion and annexation. Rightfully the Sallegans should be repulsed from Zynar space and maybe lose a few worlds by it...

But this is a story so keep them Invasions coming http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

geoschmo

April 9th, 2002, 01:58 AM

Citizen TerranC,

We appreciate the interest you have taken in the current state of Sallegan-Zyanrian relations. We can understand your concerns, and those of the Zynarian government. However we feel a subjective view of the situation will result in an acceptance of our position.

A valid argument could be made that the safety and security of the Zynarian people themselves would demand an increased military presence in this sector. The Zynars have been thus far relativly unable to secure their own space to outside incursions. Even the Norak weren't actually repulsed as much as they lost interest in the sector.

Despite our inability thus far to cement a peace treaty between the Zynars and Norak, we do take some measure of credit for bringing the hostilities between them to an end.

Also it is the official position of the Sallegan republic at this time that the Zynars are in breach of their treaty by not inviting the Sallegnas to colonize this world. They have benefitted greatly from our friendship over the years. We are merely asking for fair value in return. We will not interfere in the internal affairs of any sovereign government.

Finally the planet is not suitable for Zynarian psyiology. At the current level of trade the Zynars would actually receive more benefit from the planet by allowing us to colonize it.

It is a win-win for both our peoples. No doubt they will come to this realization soon as well.

If you still have reservations, we invite you to take a visit to the republic and see the wonderful conditions and freedoms that all citizens enjoy. You may make an application for a visa at your local Sallegan consular office in the capital city of your homeworld.

Sincerely,

Vice-Admiral Barnwell
Chief Secretary
Office of Public Affairs
Sallegan Republic

[ 09 April 2002: Message edited by: geoschmo ]

Jmenschenfresser

April 9th, 2002, 06:25 PM

2408.2
After having spent nearly two years living among the Xi'Chung, it is nice to again be aboard a ship filled to the plating with Norak. After a short stop over in Arklite, on the first planet that is now home to some 25 million Xi, Tallik and I hooked up with a larger population transport ship on it's way to Olontra. The Amon'krie, after much pressure and convincing, are again allied with us in a Trade and Research Treaty. The government feels it is once again safe to send population and civilians to the system. Tallik and I now find ourselves living with the former citizens of Arklite I. The only organized transportation of civilians from Arklite, in order to make room for the Xi, was decided to have as its final destination, Olontra. The transportation to Olontra would be cost free for all who opted to take the chance. Free land and developments have also been promised in Olontra; however, those who wish to take the second route can sell their land to government for a reduced price and then make their own way else where. Richer families have generally decided upon this option as most of them have homes on several worlds. The planet in Olontra is large and has a small population. The 300 or so million coming from Arklite will hardly dent the free land to be had there.

Tallik and I had two weeks leave on Arklite before the ship to Olontra left. After nearly two years on constant space travel, I was grateful for the chance to see sky...even if it was the strange magenta glow of the methane in the air. The small domed facilites I assume will be kept for the accomedation of Norak who visit for whatever purpose, but the Xi have already moved out into the wildernesses of Arklite. I've talked to several who've chosen this planet, and they say, that although it is hotter than their homeworld, it is quite pleasant. Many of those who disliked the chill of the homeworld enjoy this warm paradise. The rest of the Xi are headed for two planets deep in the inner systems of Norak space. May they find rest and a home proper. She who knows the state of all creatures finds the worms of Xiban I leaves in which to sleep...and so shall the Xi find a place of comfort.

A colony ship we passed back in Organtrix is being refitted for rock colonization. The aim is to send it deep within Sergetti territory to establish deep space contacts with other races. The Florida sent out a year ago recently returned to Organtrix with depressing news. The systems it explored were filled with nothing but nebula. This same Florida is being refitted with the latest stellar harnessing technology, which essentially will allow it to travel forever without having to resupply.

2408.4
The deep space fleet has left dock and is approaching the edges of the Organtrix system. The refitted colony ship is headed for a large rock planet several systems away...in the heart of the Sergetti system. Meanwhile, the Florida explorer has left Organtrix on an exploration mission to the southern part of the galaxy.

I am now sitting under a strange looking tree on Olontra II. I've visited the solemn memorials to the millions lost in the Amon'krie attack. The citizens of Olontra II have little use for their neighbors. The Amon'krie come here to trade, but all transactions take place in remote hangers and cargo storage facilities. However, the new population having arrived with Tallik and I are less likely to have hostile dispositions, and perhaps the new faces will dilute the old boiling blood...this is not to say, their anger is misled. Perhaps through Olontra II new ties can be formed. The Amon'krie have still outlawed all teachings of the Norakian faith on their worlds. The Almighty never said that all would be won with ease, and a large portion of the counsel thinks both the Amon'krie and the Zynarra should face the wrath of the Almighty's chosen people. They have classified them as irredeemable. She who separates the earth from the sky holds them in balance against those who seek peace. If She so chooses to erradicate the Amon'krie, they will have their day. Our initial mistakes with the Zynarra are another matter. To put it another way, if I were to come to the hut of any agnostic Norak, and kick his door in, knock out the foundations, and thus bring his structure to the dirt, simply to bring his word of the Text and Her existence, would he then be dispositioned to listen? I doubt it. So it was with the Zynarra. Although certain institutions refuse to acknowledge wrong-doing, the same unfortunate conclusions should not be sought.

I hear the Templar fleet above Olontra II is due for an overhaul. Tallik says there must be some reason why we were sent here. Along with us, we've brought two of the Continuum's brightest engineers to oversee the retrofit. Our stock piles are heavy with resources. However, the Elders worry that a retrofit is exactly what the Amon'krie wait for. The destroyers over Olontra II lack defensive and offensive sensors and the latest weapons. Three new Washington Cruiser class ships have come Online, but with recent advances already the model is going into its second Version. Perhaps one or more will be sent to Olontra.

The main battle fleet stationed between Amon'krie space and CueCappan space is on the move. They are heading to reopen relations with the Zynarra. The Zynarra will no doubt initially think we mean to reopen old wounds. Perhaps we never had any relations in the first place. Whatever the case, we hope our main fleet will convince them that war is futile and can only cost the lives of millions. Tallik says the Continuum no longer seeks colonization in their space, we only seek normalized relations and the guarantee that our ships can explore without fear of attack. Some think this is provocation or subjugation...a forced hand if you will. I personally think this is closure. Tallik says our fleet means no harm. We merely seek to prove that they have nothing to gain by further hostilites. But...if they seek war, they shall get it.

Back on the homeworld, the ship which will make use of the two outer lying systems filled with asteroids is nearly ready. Tallik says three more months and it will roll out of space dock. Four years ago, when this plan was first concoted by the Elders, six colonizers were commissioned and built, three for rock planets and three for ice planets. Since it won't be able to tackle the larger asteroid fields our scientists have stated that few if any gas planets will come into being. The majority will be either rock or ice. These ships have been waiting mothballed for the Last four years.

All things in their own time.

TerranC

April 13th, 2002, 12:58 AM

Hmm...

*Dusts off Temporal Incursion Beam*
*cough* *cough*
*polishs the TCARS*

*Kicks the darn contraption*

Work damn you!

geoschmo

April 14th, 2002, 08:05 PM

Year 2409.1 (This post was a combined effort detailing the dialogue between the Norak and Sallgan representatives.)

Cecil Calvert walked down the shuttle ramp and handed his papers to the Norak in charge. This was his first visit to Olontra II, but not his first trip offworld by any means. His duties as deputy cultural attache had taken him to nearly a dozen worlds belonging to 5 different races over the years. He had never been given one of the choice ambasadorial positions that required so many political connections, but his knack for getting things had meant that he stayed busy none the less. He also was not well known outside of the diplomatic core of the various races. This combination of anonimity and ability was very important in critical "unofficial" missions such as this one.

This planet was very pleasant by Sallegan standards. The Norak colony appeared to be thriving and growing. From his vantage point on the platform he could see the remains of the old city destroyed by the Amonkrie in the war years before. Avoiding such destruction in the future is precisly why Calvert was here.

Having been notified of his imminent arrival, the Norak Consular office had sent a ground car to pick him and his aide up. As they rode in silence, he reviewed the latest intelligence reports from the Cephredi system. Things there were quickly comping to a head. He feared there would be much bloodshed, but he hoped he was wrong. The path his own government had started down was a dangerous one, thought Calvert. It would not end well if there were any misunderstandings among their allies.

He hoped also that his imformation about Deacon Tallik was correct, that this was a man who had the ear of the Norak Council of Elders. He had met Tallik before at a treaty function in the early days of Republic-Continuum relations. But they had done little more than exchange plesantries, and Calvert had been a minor official at the time. He doubted the Norak would even remember him.

As he arrived he was usshered into the office of Deacon Tallik who was seated and speaking to several others Calvert didn't recognize.

"Decon Tallik, thank you for seeing me on such short notice." Calvert bgean.

Deacon Tallik rose at the sudden entrance of the Sallega representative. "Ambassador Calvert, we welcome you to Olontra II. It seems we have met before, since you directly put the name to the face. This is my trusted assistant Monk Raeghar. Please have a seat. We also return the thanks to your government in allowing us input into this grave situation. Please, please...proceed."

"The Sallgan Republic has grave concerns over the recent events in the Cephredi system. As allies to the Norak, the Amonkrie, and the Zynarians, it pains us to see the constant fighting between your races and loss of life. We have attempted for years to work out a peaceful settlement between the warring parties to no avail."

"Recently our own relations with the Zynarians have become strained over their incresingly irrational demands that we break our treaties with the Norak and Amonkrie and take direct military action against both of you. Let me reassure you Deacon that the Republic has no intention of cedeing to any such demand. They have also recently violated an agreement between our peoples over colonization rights to Cephredi VII."

"This has placed my government in an extermely uncomfortable position. We cannot take up arms against another of our allies in defense of a corrupt government. Perhaps the most politically viable position for the Republic would be to withdraw and let the Zynars and Amonkrie resolve their own issues. But as a people who value life in all it's forms, we cannot sit back and allow the Zynarian people to be exterminated. We know from the experience of others that the Amonkrie are not enemies to be triffled with. One need only look out your own window at the remains of the old city to see how the Amonkrie comport themselves in battle. The Sallegans may have to take control of the Zynars to save the people from their own leaders. Their irrational behavior has angered the Amonkrie and is risking an all out attack which could result in an end to the Zynar race." Calvert paused to allow Tallik a response.

Deacon Tallik began, "We understand your concern and are more than willing to help. The Norak have come to Cephedri one Last time in hopes of peace. Ever since the Norak Continuum lost millions of lives in a foolish attempt to colonize parts of Cephedri, we've sought only peace and reconciliation. I will not decieve you Ambassador, our fleet is a show of force. Many in the Counsel are tired of extending hand after hand to the Zynarra.

"On the other hand, we have had a rocky past with the Amon'krie and we fear if the Sallega attempt to subjugate or install a puppet government in the house of Zynarra, relations between the Amon'krie and the Sallega could deteriorate. The Sallega and the Amon'krie are both vital to the peace of this entire quadrant of the galaxy, and were relations between your people and the Amon'krie to falter, we would have no choice but to involve ourselves.

"Practically though, if the Zynarra choose to make their peace with us, we will petition the Amon'krie to halt the hostilities; otherwise I fear our government may think the extinction of the Zynarr, as an independent people, a good thing. If the Sallega proceed, we ask in the name of the Almighty, that no manner of genocide take place...neither that, nor the wholesale killing of citizens. Planets are not to be bombarded by any means! You must understand. If you sit here and tell us your actions are for the safety and protection of the Zynarra, to save their civilization from death, then we, the Norak, will hold you to your intentions. We've given the Zynarra one Last chance at peace, and expect their answer at any time. We would ask that your government do the same. I have been briefed on the colonization treaty you claim the Zynarra have violated. Bluntly, and take this as the mind of my superiors, the claim is rather weak. If this point of matter is indeed the Last inch which drove the Sallega to action, then may we suggest you offer the Zynarra some payment for the planet."

Calvert considered his response carefully. He sincerely believed every word he was saying about the republics intentions. However he also had no illusions about the possibility that he was being left out of the loop on some things. He hoped that it did not turn out just to be that his government was taking advantage of the situation for a "land grab".

He spoke, "Deacon, your words as always are wise. However, the Sallegan republic does not consider this action rashly. We only bring up the issue of the colony rights as an example of the irrationality of the Zynarian leaders of late. We would never take such serious actions over such a minor issue. Subjugation of other races is not something we seek. We believe that every race has the right to self governance, as long as they show they can do so peacfully with other races. But that right is out-weighed by the individual memebers of that races personal right to exsist. We shall give your negotiations every chance for success. We have as well been expending great efforts to get the Zynar and Amonkrie talking to each other. But if it becomes clear the Amonkrie and Zynar cannot be convinded to make peace, we will be forced to take action to to ensure the survival of the Zynar race."

Tallik leaned slowly back in his high-backed chair. He knew full well what Calvert was saying could not be refuted. Recent reports from Cephedri revealed the real destruction inherent in this conflict. Recent ship movements and our technology intelligence of the Amon'krie showed no intent on their part to take Zynarra worlds intact. "The Norak know little of this conflict, and have to wonder at it's beginnings and underlying dispute. We realize full well that the Amon'krie are slightly expansionistic and have the tendency to expect more than their share...if such a thing exists. But the Zynarra are unreasonable and prone to violence. If negotiations fail, our fleet will remain in Zynarra space to ensure that all parties act sensibly. Although both the Sallega and the Amon'krie are our allies, we will not take immediate sides in this matter. However, we warn you, that the Amon'krie will no doubt lay claim to much of Zynarr space, if you proceed to overthrow their corrupt..."

As Deacon Tallik spoke, Raeghar, his trusted assistant was called from the conference room, only to immediately return. Raeghar handed Tallik a small note. The note contained two short sentences. Tallik forced himself not to sigh or show any sign of surprise. Tallik continued, "It seems, Ambassador, that the Zynarra have refused our Last call for peace, and the Counsel has sent our fleet previously stationed over the warp point leading to Amon'krie space to the Zynarra homeworld. The intent here is to blockade the planet not to destroy it. Finally, the Amon'krie have attacked two planets in Cephedri...I'm not sure which ones. It seems both our questions have been answered, and I am sure you'll wish to straight-way depart, but let me say just two things. Now is the time for you to protect your friends, Ambassador. As we have no intention on their destruction, we also have no desire to lose ships and relations with the Amon'krie and the Sallega in protecting them. May the Almighty grant you wisdom and insight into this matter.

"Thank you for your time Deacon." Calvert said as he prepared to leave, "I must of course return immediately to the Republic and see what the situation is. I am glad to see we are in agreement. I hope we are not too late to avert a disaster."

TerranC

April 14th, 2002, 08:46 PM

A Favor; How about releasing a gam. file for those of us very interested in this story?

Pretty Please? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

geoschmo

April 14th, 2002, 10:57 PM

<blockquote>quote:<hr>Originally posted by TerranC:
A Favor; How about releasing a gam. file for those of us very interested in this story?

Pretty Please? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif <hr></blockquote>
Turn 2401.4

Standings:
1st place - Norak
2nd place - Sallega
3rd place - Fazrah
4th place - Praetorian
5th place - Jraenar (Somewhere. I don't think they have been encountered by either of us yet.)

LATEST TURN FILE (http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/newuploads/1018817370.zip)
All the empires in the game should have password of 'History1', even Mench and I. I know mine is. Not sure about mensch. We have refrained from checking out the AI though, playing this one straight.

Geoschmo

[ 14 April 2002: Message edited by: geoschmo ]

Jmenschenfresser

April 16th, 2002, 08:38 PM

2410.8
...from the transcript of the Zynarra surrender...

Zynarran Fleet Admiral, 5th Commission:
*loud disgusted snort* "Damn your God and your ways! I am signing away the freedom of my people and you say you haven't a drop of booze on this ship so I may at least do it inebriated. May you rot in your own religion if you attempt to do the same for Cephedri I. The people will take to distilling the blood of the Norak. [someone muttering in the background] Yes, yes. I'm signing! I'm signing. [pause] There! Happy? The Zynarra are no more. Yes, a union of unhappiness and those land grabbing Sallega are all to blame. Had they actually helped their allies rather than undermined them we'd have ripped the Amon'krie new ones! [words from the Norak Counsel] Ah, don't patronize me. We kicked your asses years ago, and you never returned to Cephedri...except to clean up the garbage...just like you moochers did with the Xi'Chung. Were it not for the underhanded activities of the Sallega, we'd have done the same to the Amon'krie. Now I get word that the Amon'krie has broken off relations with the both of you. Good! If you want to put one more article in that worthless treaty of yours just to satisfy an old Zynarra, promise you'll cut the throat of every Last Amon'krie. [more words from the Norak] Take it from someone who knows...you'll never have peace with them until they are all buried."

Talk enough and statistically you're a prophet...or so said my mentor. The Admiral could be right about the Amon'krie. Going on five years, our peace with the Amon'krie balanced on a knife's edge. Will war come? No doubt the Amon'krie are tense...our colonies, and those of the Sallega, hem them in on all sides now. But they have nothing to blame but their violent actions. It's been almost a year since the Zynarra surrendered to us. The Sallega approached our diplomats and insiders a few short months before the Zynarra fell with the concern of recent Amon'krie incursions into Cephedri. The Zynarra and the Sallega had long been allies and the Sallega did not wish to see millions die in a war of greed. The Zynarra government certainly was not innocent in the matter. They'd attacked Amon'krie freighters passing through their space and Amon'krie fleets on their way to raid the Farzah riches. Many Norak revisionists feel the Sallega became involved more for the land to gain, than the lives to save, and in this say their guilt is the same as that of the Amon'krie. Whatever the case may be, the Almighty is the only one fit to judge the darkness of empires.

Our fleet of aging destroyers and light cruisers moved into Zynarra space at about the same time Tallik and I met an Ambassador Calvert from the Sallega. We'd given the Zynarra one Last chance at peace and during the course of the meeting, we got word that they had refused. The Elders quickly sent the fleet to blockade Cephedri I, the Zynarra homeworld. Our reason was both to show all parties that we were not going to allow this madness to continue. The Amon'krie, however, took the initiative upon seeing how many Zynarra vessels were more concerned with our fleet than the protection of their borders. The Amon'krie destroyed three Zynarra colonies within 2 months. Like dominos the causes and effects were evident. No sooner had these fires died out than the Sallega began colonizing and storming the worlds of their once allies in the name of protection. I have no doubt many Zynarra grandmothers thanked them. Three Amon'krie ships took orbit outside of our blockade. Over the 3 month blockade, two Zynarra ships attempted to run it...both were destroyed without a scratch upon our vessels.

As far as I know, the Sallega asked for the Zynarra's surrender. Two days later a diplomatic escort of the Zynarra docked with our flag ship stating that they wished to surrender to us. Several Deacons secretly stationed on Cephedri I had previously been in contact with the Zynarran government, outlining the Norak terms of surrender were they to choose to so proceed; however, it was made abundantly clear that they would need to make the first open move in appealing to our representatives. The Counsel did not wish to appear to swipe the Zynarra homeworld out from under the Sallega or the Amon'krie. Of course, secrets aren't really secret, but the official Version is mostly what matters, because no one wants to start calling the other a liar.

Soon after Tallik's predictions of difficulties with the Amon'krie came true. The Amon'krie broke ties with both us and the Sallega. The Norak are used to rough ties with the Amon'krie, and as the She who washes soil from the feet of sinners has commanded, forgive your enemies once for each grain of sand. The Sallega are not used to dealing with them we fear. I am not certain of the events between the Amon'krie and the Sallega since the fall of the Zynarra, but I have heard they are not happy bedfellows.

Turning asteroids into planets is turning out to be a rather painless experience for the Norak, if you can lay aside the figures which estimate that the Nevada Xa sucks up a tenth of the empires resources in maintanence alone. The job of making the two outerlying systems habitable is more than half done. Many of the worlds are already populated.

...

I am just back from my evening discussions with Tallik. We are presently stationed on Cephedri I. I have been given the task of creating a suitable Norak influence in the old Zynarra Universities and Academies. The Zynarra, like the Amon'krie, have an innate dislike for our religion. The Amon'krie's reason is different; they do not quite take to a melting pot idea of the galaxy. I don't really see how this is a livable alternative being that we have so much to benefit from one another. Why cordon yourself off? The Zynarra on the otherhand are rugged individualists. Their hostility is probably just pride. I suppose some pride need be allotted to a beaten race so that it may retain some of its former glory and culture. The Zynarra love to discuss things at lenght, and as I am of the same mind, and although they may at time wish coals upon my head, the discussions I've had with their students and professors is grand and sweeping. Most still do not respect my ideas, the ideas and concepts laid out in the Text, but most respect me for my arguements. Perhaps if I can maintain a defense against my own pride, I can one day convince them to argue from my point of view, and that is really all that matters to the Zynarra....point of view.

Deep space exploration of the eastern parts of the galaxy have revealed to us two new races: the Eee and one we have just met and the name of which I have not heard (a neutral race). The Eee, in exchange for Ice colonization technology, have shown us their own method of colonizing gas planets. We've put this knowledge to use in several cases and other than one mishap which involved the accidental igniting of a pocket of helium on one world, this move forward has gone as planned and promised.

Several months ago the Sergetti, with whom we now have no relations, sent three warships to what the Counsel assumed to be an attack on one of our colonies in their space. Actually we now only have one colony in their space, since the Sallega have driven them out of the system neighboring Organtrix. This planet of which I write lies in the system one over...I am not sure of the name. Our primitive sensor array on this planet prevented us from seeing their fleet as it hid behind the planet which lies in the next sector west of our colony. Once the colony did see it, our secret was laid open. All three ships smashed into our mine field. Tallik showed me the visual from the attempted attack. The ships approached in attack formation, moving silently through space, when suddenly, one of them rocked heavily as its belly was torn open in a blueish-orangish bLast. As the ship spun out of control, several more explosions caved in its frontal section and sheered off its engines. The two other ships did what any captain would have done...come to a full stop and attempt to turn. However, that is what these mines are precisely designed to counter. They have on them certain homing devices which when given the chance to persue can out run slower ships. The other two ships disappeared in two collections of bright lights.

The Norak Counsel has kept the mines a secret for quite some time from its own public, fearing a backlash of disapproval. Readers may ask themselves why would they fear disapproval, well, like all things, the Counsel was hoping for an occurance just like the one the Sergetti instigated. Without proof that the mines could cheaply protect Norak citizens, their worth would be judged on the military's ability to control accidents concerning these mines. I mean, it would soon be known that these mines track certain signitures of ships, but only with the help of landbased relays. Were these landbased stations ever to malfunction, it is quite conceiveable these mines would swoop down upon the nearest object--be it ship or planet. The Norak have since revealed to the public that other planets have mines around them, but they have not and refuse to reveal which ones. The biggest opponents todate are space trucker unions and the like. They are certainly the ones most vunerable. While the Counsel argues over the future of static defenses, the people whose lives they have already saved, though surprised, cannot denounce them without digging their own graves.

Tonight's discussion was a real one, and by that I mean, it wasn't for personal benefit, like say a talk on physics or literature or personal ideas on the relationship between the CueCappan notion of predestination and our idea of free will within the omniscience of She who can see what isn't. No, Tallik and I are two on the same mission. The Farzah recently feigned an attack on Cephedri I. Ten of their warships entered Cephedri in two fleets, moved on Cephedri I and then turned and left. Although never having fired a shot at one another, we are officially at war. They were the first to declare, but the Counsel was also quick to return the jesture. Back on Xiban I, new schools and ministries of intelligence are popping up. The Norak Counsel upon relieving the Zynarra government of it's duties found a massive intelligence network in operation. Tallik and I have been at the forefront of learning from it and drawing up its benefits for the Norak. At first, we thought it best to establish a fledgling network inside the Amon'krie government, but since the Farzah showed their perfect willingness to make a move into Cephedri, we've decided it better to focus our efforts on the Farzah. The Amon'krie, if they turn violent, can be subdued militarily, and recent intelligence suggests that the Sallega will pounce upon the Amon'krie at the drop of a hat. The Farzah are another story. A war with them would burn countless worlds. Our ships are old and not at all ready to deal with the Farzah who possess advanced torpedos and shielding. The Counsel has yet to devote the necessary research and resources to refitting the fleets, so instead, they've given us the charge to impress upon them our capabilites through covert ops and intelligence. Plans are in the works to steal several of their ships for technology purposes. Beyond that Tallik puts forth the old Amon'krie saying: "Attack he who from battle returns." Tallik thinks we could weaken them by covertly breaking their ties to other races. This was the main topic of discussion tonight, and one that is not nearly finished.

I barely remember back to the time of my first space flight, and I wonder if I have changed for the better or the worse. I was quite the simple Monk back then...now I discuss the destruction of empires like it were my next meal. I have not seen Pellwain in five years. I wonder if I would seem different to her. If space turns your soul black eventually. My greatest fear is that I have become a pragmatist and not an idealist. The ancient notion of means and ends and the justification of both haunts me. I am called back to the words of my mentor and they seem to be the only constant thread this Last decade, "It's not what happens to you that matters...it is how you deal with it."

geoschmo

April 18th, 2002, 06:23 AM

Year 2411.3

Grandow sat at his desk and felt, well, he felt relaxed actually. Is was not a feeling he was accustomed to. For the first time in years the Rebublic was not under imminent threat of attack from somewhere.

The Amon'krie for all their instability had once again agreed to a trade treaty. And this time they showed signs of keeping it. Perhaps the removal of the Zynar threat to their shipping was enough to calm them. Or perhaps they had other targets for their anger now. Grandow didn't know, and didn't really care as long as they didn't bother the Republic colonies in the Cephredi system.

Relations were still strained with the Sergetti, but they had been dealt a greivous blow by the Fazrah and were no longer a legitimate threat. The eastern fleet had easily pushed them out of the Ushphada system, destroying a significant portion of their remaining fleet in the process and capturing two Sergetti worlds mostly intact. This opened up a path to the eastern part of the galaxy and Grandow was finally able to send a ship on a peaceful mission of exploration.

The Gartok had been designed for just such a mission. Not wanting to wait until his scientists had developed the solar collectors that they had been working on for so long, Grandow ordered a ship of the largest hull available, 500Kt at this time, fitted with just a minimum of armaments and as much fuel storage as it could accomodate.

The result was a ship with a full 60% greater range than the latest attack cruisers being built. It would not be much good in a fight, but it's mission was not to fight anyway. Captain Tadminum's orders were to avoid conflict if at all possible, even if that meant finding an ion storm and hiding out if things got too rough.

The mission was to explore as far east as possible before returning to refuel, making contact with as many species as they could along the way. The Sallegans had received maps for these systems years before from the Fazrah and Cue Cappa. They had information that at least one and possibly two races lived in this part of the galaxy. Grandow wished to make contact with them both if possible.

Closer to home much progress had been made on unlocking the long baffling mystery of the ancient cities on the Narcisston gas giants. Rebublic researchers had made a breakthrough in construction techniques that allowed the building of massive floating cities. Thus the long delayed colonization of these worlds commenced. Now with researchers living and working in close proximity to the ruins the nature of them could be deciphered.

As expected they were in fact the remains of an ancient civilization. Obviously eons ago some vastly superior race had inhabited much of this galaxy. Signs of them had been discovered in several systems now, and much usable technology had been gleaned. It was now a regularly accepted theory that this ancient race was also responsible for the warp gates that all the races used so freely.

A slightly less accepted hypothesis was begining to be formulated as well. That all the known races were decendant from this ancient race. This could explain why so many of them had developed space filight around the same time Grandow thought. This was not something he expected to be proven one way or the other in his lifetime, but it was an interesting theory none the less.

The Admiral viewed his map of the known systems, trying to divine where the next threat to his people would come from. There were colored circles representing systems with Republic ships and colonies, and different colors for sytems of their partners. Several systems had triagles representing the presence of multiple races. More often than not, one of these trianlges meant there was a Norak colony in that system Grandow thought.

The Norak had been a great ally of the Republic. Their entry into the Xi'Chung war came at a crucial moment and had proven to be what tipped the balance. For this they would have Grandow's eternal gratitude. However, they had subsequently proven to be quite the little opportunists. Three times now the Sallegan's had fought hard in battle, only to have the Norak had swoop in quickly and snapped up the territory vacated by the enemy afterwards. Twice, once with the Xi'Chung and then again with the Zynars, the enemy had chosen to surrender to the Norak instead of submitting to Sallegan governance. And now in the Ushphada system where we had pushed back the Sergetti, Norak colonies come popping up like daises after a late spring snow.

And from information received from the CueCappa and Fazrah, Grandow could see that the Sallgans were not the only ones in the galaxy with a "Norak problem". They had colonies scattered across nine systems. Nothing in great strength outside of their own territory, but they seemed to be everywhere. This religion of theirs was becoming quite popular among his own people. So much so that he didn't think it wise to challange them openly at this time. But he wondered if they weren't going to be a problem someday that would have to be dealt with.

Cyrien

April 18th, 2002, 07:56 AM

Year 2411.4

The newest Elder to join the council floated in the remote Ether of Munjumb IX. He contemplated the past of his people and wondered what they would make of the future.

He thought back to the ancient origins of his people now lost in antiquity. When they had once moved across the stars and had mapped much of the Galaxy and had moved and shaped planets and stars and even the greatest forces of the Universe. One of the few legacies they retained from that time were indeed the ancient maps of this quadrant of space.

His people had always been caring and upon finding many forms of life already developing on many of the planets they had decided to seperate themselves and watch from the swirling clouds of their favored gigantic planets that so few other life forms seemed to enjoy.

Alas time will have its way with all life. And so it was that the EEE lost their way. How this happened or what specifically it was had been purged from all records and not even the most Anciant of the Elders could remember back to those ancient times. The records simply showed that in the span of a single year the EEE met a terrible fate. Some speculated that this was caused by forces that they toyed with beyond their understanding and lead to their downfall. The story tells of arrogance in mastery of all that surrounds them and unchallenged supremacy, for no other life as advanced as they had ever been found, indeed no other life capable of sentient thought had been found. The truth of these ancient stories will likely never be known.

It has been many Millenium since then however and now the simple lifeforms that once thrived on the many planets spoken of in the records have grown sentience and have themselves begun to attempt to master the Galactic edges about them. Only with the first contacts with these new races did the EEE once again begin to stir.

Only with the stirring did they once again become aware of the few others of their kind still scattered through Space. Slowly they came together and began to make sense of themselves once again.

The process of reawakening was begun. They once again gathered a council of Elders together to rule as the EEE collectively decided. They rapidly found that though many of their ancient masteries had been lost they still possessed technology that other races had no knowledge of. This proved to be fortunate as soon the EEE found themselves underattack by a dreadfull foe. A foe that consumed the EEE wherever they turned. A foe that was ruthless and primitive. The EEE lost several of their worlds to this foe but harnessing some of the peaceful technologies from their past they utilized their own energy focusing abilities and were able to fight the foe back. For now.

The newest council of Elders had been selected to deal with the obviously hostile and insecure races around them. Not all had proven so hostile as those called the Jraenar which sought to consume the EEE. Many others had sought to peacefully exist with the EEE. The EEE would seek to teach and nurture all of these races as best it could. First they would have to regain their own lost past to ensure the future of as many of these infant species as possible.

The Elders energy field shimmered through the mists as he broke away from his deep thoughts. Slowly he floated back to join with the other Elders. There was much to be done.

spacefan

April 19th, 2002, 07:39 AM

Agents of Chaos

2411.5
Assignment of Alpha Tau Lord Alzene to Grand Lord
"And Chaos shall ever reign!" they chanted, as the ex-Grand Lord Tazlok grinned sheepishly at me.

I was in the Temple of Lords, as Lord of the research sect Alpha Tau. I had just been voted in as the Grand Lord by the sects residing on homeworld, and I was feeling sick.

The qualification of homeworld residency certainly lessened the number of sects voting, as each individual ship and colony represented at least one sect, while the homeworld was definitely a buyers market for real estate. Thousands of sects yearly were leaving homeworld, bound on Colony Ships for other planets, or on war ships teeming with weaponry.

Grand Lord was the sort of position most of us stuck on homeworld dreaded. We have had number of abandonments early in our colonizing days, so those Lords voted Grand Lord are now required to hold office for 1 year minimum, and can keep the office as long as they want. No one has kept the position longer than required.

The outgoing Grand Lord couldn't head for his ship until giving a good report on conditions throughout the Fazrah Anarchy. Outsiders may call us an empire, but we are an anarchy for sure.

Until ole Tazlok gave me his 5 day briefing and current maps, I hadn't realized the extent of chaos in our politics. Except the Grand Lord, most us have no knowledge of the activities of Fazrah as a whole, or even of Lords on homeworld itself.

I had an instinct that I wasn't going to be able to pawn this job onto another lord in a year. Call it paranoia, or just good sense. Good sense tells me I better figure out how these wars started, and who are these allies Tazlok told me about. I don't think Tazlok has told me enough.

I know quite a bit about research, and I know that at Alpha Tau our best research was during peacetime. During wars, all the Lords were unwilling to pay us anything for non-military technologies, and were willing to pay more than usual for good weapons and propulsion. Normally wars were run(so Tazlok had told me at least) by the Grand Lord paying all the ships a royalty to fight, from which they bought equipment and such from all the planetbound sects.

Looking at the total research program, my Alpha Tau group was only involved in Sensors research. I frowned. It looked like Tazlok had been paying science teams to research whatever caught his fancy that day or week. He had 4 seperate items on his research agenda. That'll be my first change.

Back when I was just a research lord, yesterday that is, I remembered how many great research ideas were started by silly things my son Jacob said to me. Six years old and he's a better assistant than anyone officially under my lordship.

spacefan

April 20th, 2002, 09:37 PM

2411.6-2411.7
Consequences

Shortly after Tezlok left for his ship, I discovered something frightening. From asking the lords, I was told the Grand Lord usually received a briefing from his predecessor and various history logs and journals, as well as other maps and plans that the predecessor had made. Tezlok had taken them with him.

Perhaps it was by mistake, but I am furious for that, and for the lack of useful knowledge I had of our political situation. It seems we are at war, or have no treaty with 5(!) empires.

Then reports came in that the Norak convinced one of the ship Lords to defect to them. He sent a message to me saying he could not continue to work for a people concerned with money and ignorant of his "true religion". I dismissed the whole thing as bunk, but I've been in a flury working on counterpropaganda, and other intelligience. He's eluded the price I've placed on that ship so far. Our Lords know this is the most any Grand Lord has offered for anything to be done ever.

I was about to send out an impassioned plea not to defect, combined with telling them the consquences of defecting (No more Fazrah Gold was the obvious one). But as usually, Jacob came up with a better idea. Give the Norak, Amon'krie and Praetorian captains a reason to join us. The more the Norak take our ship Lords, telling them of the virtues of their religion, the more we will tell their captains about freedom and money.

The standard speech goes something like this:
-------------------------------------------------
Greetings Captain!

I'd like to congratulate you on your position and title. Ship Captains have more freedom than others in any empire, due to the distances between HQ and the ships. However, I would like to offer you an even better option.

Upon joining the Fazrah, you will have complete control over your ship and crew. You are free to believe what you will, and hire whomever you want. To keep yourself in good supply of fuels and other wants, all you must do is choose from a list of missions and tasks.

Thats Right! When we send out a group of orders, they aren't really orders. We simply give a price for each one. Thats how much we'll pay in Fazrah gold if you complete the objectives. (Fazrah gold is pure Gold, not diluted like some currencies)

The rest of the time, sit back and relax, enjoy your favorite beverages, and smile knowing that no dictator has your number.

To arrange a meeting, send a message to our envoy of your Empire.

Grand Lord Alzene
Fazrah Anarchy
_________________________________________________

I have no doubt that will convince a few Captains. For all our disadvantages, we are flexible and wealthy, and we also know how to fight dirty.

Tezlok will be hunted down, and we are beefing up homeworld defenses. I plan on calling up an army or two to patrol homeworld. I've also recalled nearly a dozen ships to homeworld. Its time we fight back. That'll be the largest concentration of ships I've ever seen at homeworld.

Amon'krie, Praetorians and Norak are our most persistent enemies. And I have sent off a request for peace to the Norak, so long as they don't convert our ships. I have no problems with their religion, except when it leads to defections. But once a lord has distorted his idea of the good life enough to prefer the Norak way, he is truly lost.

Jmenschenfresser

April 22nd, 2002, 08:44 PM

2411.9
The court room is standing room only; however, as special counsel to Tallik, I am able to sit up front with the defense. The court room is huge, bigger than any I've seen, bigger than any that exist on Xiban. The Zynarra built them well. This civil court martial has been going on for two months. Honestly, as a man trained in the ethics of She who judges every atom on merit, I wonder at the both the charges and the evidence in this case.

Nearly a year ago, Tallik and I boarded a five vessel fleet bound for Farzah space. The intended mission was not one of destruction, but of investigation...reconnisiance. The ships were charged with the investigation of Farzah territory that connected into Cephedri. We were sent to collect a system wide sensor scan to determine the immediate Farzah capabilities. Once out of the warp point, we attempted to hold a position near the center of it, so as to avoid detection. The sensor scan would have taken several months. We first started with the planets, then moved on to the moons, and then to possible ships. We avoided detection for a month, but finally the Farzah traced the source of the scans and realized what was going on. They sent a fleet of seven ships to deal with us. A large battle insued in which two of our cruisers were destroyed, along with a third, which lost all but a handful of men and needed tow back to Cephedri. The ship Tallik and I were on suffered light damage. We took several torpedos to our shields, but they held. I was thrown several times to the ground, acquiring a few bruises which certainly cannot be bragged and exhibited as war wounds. The Farzah lost all seven ships. Tallik was second in command of the fleet, and that is why he too is on trial along side the Fleet Commander Borulk. Since I am a brother of the holy order of Hujov, the court, rather than include me in attempted prosecution, sent the case to the Elders of my order. Brothers are decisive and know what they know. Decision is quick. Within a week the Elders of my order sent word that I had done nothing wrong and nothing spoke to the charge that I might have given ill advice on the Farzah Mission.

The Court charges Borulk and Tallik with "allowing" the conflict to happen. Orders were to disengage and return to Cephedri at the first sign of Farzah detection. However, after our fleet was detected we remained hovering over the warp point for three weeks. Tallik and I still shared our nightly discussion, but he never mentioned to me approaching Farzah ships, and I do think he would have had he known. Four of the ships, including the one Tallik and I were on, the Flag ship, were using all sensor abilities to scan the system, short range sensors had been shut down to maximize our capabilities; however, one of the two ships which fell to Farzah quantum torpedos had the duty of tracking Farzah movement. It specifically was to warn us if we'd been detected. Since the ship was vaporized, it might never be known why we failed to get word of the Farzah fleet until they entered the sector.

QUESTIONEER:
We've all heard the official complaint you made in private, only in the company of Monk Raeghar there, to the Borulk about his decision to engage the Farzah once they arrived in the sector. That cannot be discredited as a credit to your right mind in this matter; however, for the sake of further investigation, was there another reason why you preferred withdrawl over engagement other than the stated fact that such an action was a direct order from the Ministry?

TALLIK:
Things of the military science are practical...orders or not. The two options, to fight or to flee, cannot of course be weighed from the outset as being even, when one has the sanction of one's superior and the other doesn't. However, that was not my only reason to make a formal complaint. Borulk has stated his reason for staying was our disorganized nature leading to our inability to safely withdraw. Yes, we were taken by surprise and as to why, we will most likely never know. However, I suggested withdraw because I felt precisely the opposite, that we indeed could make a successful withdraw.

QUESTIONEER:
Then in your best estimation, as a man who knows tactics through and through, why do you think Borulk felt he could not withdraw the ships?

TALLIK:
I think exactly for the reason he stated. Nothing in war, neither my idea nor his, was 100% guaranteed to work or fail.

QUESTIONEER:
So his fear that the fleet would not be able to organize itself and flee is legitimate in your eyes.

TALLIK:
Yes.

QUESTIONEER:
Going back, why did you feel you could make a successful withdraw?

TALLIK:
Because I felt that by attacking the Farzah none of us would survive; however if we withdrew to Cephedri, we would have the support of the defense array. I told this to Borulk and he muttered something about an open path to Cephedri. I simply took that as his vision of the bigger picture here. I think the logs show that he proved me wrong in one instance, we did not all die. His brilliance as a tactical commander minimized the loses.

QUESTIONEER:
You are referring to his charge upon the Farzah ships.

TALLIK:
Yes.

.....

2 days later
The prosecution suddenly asked for a week long break to process new information. After a private session with the judge, she allowed it.

Let me quote the news article which explains the ending:

Two weeks ago during the height of the Farzah Mission trial, what at first appeared to be an average Amon'krie trader was caught trying to leave Cephedri I through illegal channels. Aboard a Norak vessel which had long been under suspection of smuggling within Cephedri, he was found as part of the crew. The authorities detained him on account of his falsified papers as an interstellar trader. Aboard the ship and in his possession was found an enormous amount of Amon'krie gold. He claimed to have lost his papers to thieves and had them falsified rather than face the pain it takes to get new papers allowing trade between the Amon'krie and Norak. The gold, he claimed, was the result of recent business with the Sallega. He provided the authorities with some sketchy information, claiming he'd forgotten the name of the freighter he used.

The Sallega graciously checked their shipping records and discovered that this individual had not bothered to declare himself when entering Sallega space. In other words, it was possible he'd never made a trip to any Sallega planet. As his face and name were passed throughout the empire, a CueCappan intelligence minister came forward claiming they'd been tracking an anti-establishment group within the Amon'krie empire, and their intelligence had attached this name to the group. They called themselves The Descendants of Amon'thar, a reference to Amon'krie antiquity. Amon'thar was the first leader to fully subjugate the Amon'krie homeworld nearly 600 years ago. His rule was one of the bloodiest in Amon'krie history, but it was also one of the most culturally developed. Many argue this was the golden age of Amon'krie civilization. These Descendants of Amon'thar adhere to a splintered philosophy. Rather than being interested in reintroducing Amon'krie society of a new golden age, they seem rather to favor spreading anarchy and war. Their end game was vague, and in it somehow war would eventually purify the Amon'krie.

This Amon'krie trader was what he said he was. His real papers showed up not long after he'd been picked up. Some honest bar owner mailed them to the authorities. However, the gold it turned out was from the pockets of the Descendants of Amon'thar. The trader confessed all he knew on the condition the Norak would not return him to Amon'krie where the sentence for cult membership is death.

The money was destined for an account owned by Borulk. It is suspected Borulk was bought by the Amon'krie to start a real war between the Farzah and the Norak. Somehow he'd managed to hide the approaching Farzah fleet. Perhaps the other captain was in cahoots, but that will most likely never be proven. The trader was fleeing Cephedri as he was unable to deliver the gold and unable to move about without his papers. The very night that Tallik, Borulk and I heard the news of the trader's confession, Borulk committed suicide, so the real reason behind this scandal will surely remain shrouded forever in mystery. The Farzah and Norak were already at war, but not a ship had been lost on either side. The war was war only in name, not in action. Tallik was acquitted seeing that all evidence pointed to the deceased Borulk. In all probability, Borulk wouldn't have been convicted. There was no outside evidence supporting what the trader said. He would have been forced to give up his rank and office, and given a pension on a planet far from the pubilc's eye.

...

Tallik and I are returning to Organtrix to confront the problem of Sergetti mine fields, which have disabled two of our deep space colonizing missions. I am glad the trial is over. It is hard to get back to work after a month dealing with lawyers and courts and minute evidence. Both Tallik and I know this is an unimportant assignment, but we are both joyous to have the relaxation.

The Farzah and the Norak, it seems, will be reconciled for the time being. The Elders have heard their cries in the darkness and have responded. Thanks again to the peace loving Sallega who valiantly negotiated the settlement. Perhaps it was the so-called change in leadership with the Farzah, if you can rightfully say that such a chaotic enterprise has a top and bottom, or it was the recent defection of one of their prized North Dakota III class ships which changed their hearts. I am sure it is a heroic tale we shall hear one day, how he managed to elude his fellow country men and find haven among the Praetorian our beloved ally. The Elders are plotting a way in which to return the vessel to Norak space, but along one lane are the mine fields of the Sergetti, and another holds the gauntlet of the Farzah. I fear it may be a long journey yet, for those aboard. May She who keeps watch over the feet of all travelers find them safe passage.

One of the few stipulations woven into our newest treaty with the Farzah is a permission to colonize a world within their empire. We made it abundantly clear that this is in no way intended to be an intrusion, but rather a mission colony for future trade and the wonderful word of She who loves all peoples. The Farzah have granted us rights to any colony we choose in the Knoglam system, a grand offer. This brings our scholars to a new task of translating the Text into the language of the Farzah.

Pellwain sent me word that she was growing tired of her little colony so close to Xiban I. She longed for something new and exciting. I asked her to consider taking the charge of over the future colony in Knoglam. She said she would think about it.

I feel the rumble of the contra engines as we exit the atmosphere...a sensation that still and will aways make me uneasy, and in this uneasiness I can't help but to recite the follow:

"I am Traveler, lost upon the hills, as all the ancients before me; please, Master, hide your face from me, so that I might find a bit of rest, before I depart and am no more."

[ 22 April 2002: Message edited by: Jmenschenfresser ]

Cyrien

April 23rd, 2002, 06:50 PM

High Elder Elw reviewed the progress of his people toward the goal of a universal galactic peace.

Reports from the Far borders showed that the recently discovered Sallega and Norak races continued to expand. These were the most worrisome reports. The EEE people believed and knew from their own past that such rapid and unchecked expansions could do nothing but lead to rampant Imperialism by these races. Some reports from allies in the area suggested that several races had already been subjugated.

Contact with the Fazrah proved difficult as always. More so than normal as their disorderly society seemed to be undergoing more turmoil than normal even for them. No threat appeared forthcoming from this area.

The Sergetti and Xiati were as removed and remote as ever. Little was known. The EEE did not judge either a threat.

The Praetorian while helpful and peaceful in outward appearance had recently taken a more belligerent tone in communications. Little note had been taken of this race previously, perhaps it was time for a change in policy. The EEE would consider it.

Finally peace had been achieved with the Jraenor. It was shaky and relations still not good. Envoys had been dispatched to negotiate a proposed trade of great complication. Initial reports seemed promising. The EEE had great hope in this area for Lasting friendship, some retained reservations remembering the widespread desolation brought by the Jraenor.

Of the known races only the Nultoh remaind hostile. EEE representatives were hard at work working for peace here. Things were greatly complicated as the Nultoh viewed the EEE as hideous monsters of twisted and distorted light, similiar to reported forces of evil in their ancient myths. We do not wish this race harm but must reach the reported location of an ancient EEE settlement.

Things seemed to be going well in all.

The EEE had recently spoken, for security in this possibly hostile Galaxy the construction of new PeaceKeeper class war vessels with a total displacement of 1000kt had been mandated. The Elders had misgivings about the construction of such ships, but they could not argue the will of the EEE.

The recent deployment of ships to locate signs of ancient EEE settlements was underway. Perhaps they would be further strengthened by careful employment of the technologies of their fallen ancestors.

The deployment of EEE representatives to each race was well underway.

Elder Elw wondered about the recent offer of the Jraenor to gift slave populations in exchange for EEE technology. He wondered what a slave was? Their translators could find no equivalent word or words in the EEE language. Whatever these slaves were the EEE would welcome any race peacefully into their society.

spacefan

April 24th, 2002, 11:18 PM

2412.4
Protests and Praetorian Standoff

Already there are many ship lords who criticize my policies. They complain that no Research Lord can understand the Ship Lords' collective yearning for war. They complain that my peace treaties will lead to complete control by the Norak, whom a great many of our lords hate.

I've responded to as many of them as I could, explaining that any one of our old enemies, yet alone all of them together, could very well destroy us all. I am no war maker, and for that you might as well call me an alien in Fazrah. And yet I see so clearly the errors of my predecessors'. How can they expect to destroy the enemy with 4th tier ships?

I seek order in chaos, while my fellow lords seek chaos in order. In providing incentives for our ship lords to take up defensive positions, while seeking return for those ships in deep space, I have reduced the chaos of our empire. Yet I see no other choice. Just as I might have organized stellar phenomenom into categories, as Lord of Alpha Tau, now I organize ships and colonies in categories, in violation of all our histories.

We are at a pause with the Praetorians, as they have denied my peace agreement claiming we asked for war. I did no such thing, but I suspect the foul play of one of our ship lords, or of other empires. I have provided incentives for the ship lords resulting in a moderate force prepared to counterattack should the Praetorians fancy our worlds.

There is little to do, behind dealing with diplomacy, and angry lords. We are surrounded by allies and uneasy truce partners. We are mistrusted and not understood by all. Our only war is with the Amon'krie on the far side of the Sallegans, and none of our ships are suitable for reaching them.

Research continues, and our counter-intelligience programs, while still inadequate, are improving. No one has seen our latest Cruiser designs, which are improving through many Versions.

I will bring the Lords their freedom, whatever the cost. I will show them the virtues of peace, to every one of their warmonger heads. Or, we will all be destroyed, and the Fazrah will fall, known only as a bunch of worthless anarchists.

What they do not realize is that unless we stand together now, we will never be able to stand apart later.

[ 24 April 2002: Message edited by: spacefan ]

spacefan

April 30th, 2002, 04:04 AM

2413.0

"And Chaos shall ever reign!" they chanted, as I did also.

I had decided rather recently that, though my reign had been the longest of any, the oversight was becoming unbearable. Now I understood Tazlok's rush to leave. I called for new election so I could move on.

Laru, in his military dress uniform, represented my opposite. He was Lord of the elite guard of Homeworld, and demanded respect from those he dealt will. He was elected as Grand Lord for the coming term. A hardliner when it comes to war and military preparedness, I have no doubt in his combat leadership.

I gave him a synopsis of our research programs as well as a military briefing. He demanded that. I told him, Alpha Tau would be leaving homeworld to take up post on the shipyard Wisconsin. The lord of that ship offered it to me, with my crew moving onboard, as his crew was moving to a military ship. It seems like a perfect opportunity to me.

After a feverish 3 days of packing, Jacob and I, as well as the whole Alpha Tau crew, were onboard a transport heading to the ship. The Wisconsin was still in Huju at this point, but I had plans to offer support if the Praetorians attacked.

Just as we were settling in on the Wisconsin, Laru contacted me. It appears the Praetorians have attacked one of our ships heading home after Tazloks' exploration programs. As soon as we get this ship ready, we will be moving for Praetorian borders.

It feels good to have time for Jacob finally. Finally I have left that bLasted homeworld! The stars will guide us, and may Fazrah bLast our enemies!

Laru has set an ultimatum for the Praetorians, but I think war is coming, soon. It makes me shiver, but we must lend repair and assistance on the frontlines. The Praetorians have been manipulating me the whole time, but I doubt Laru will take any guff. Now is the time for all Fazrah to take up arms against our oppressors, should they not see the light of reform.

Dead Meat

April 30th, 2002, 06:38 PM

This is GNN bringing you live coverage of the Captain Blaj court-marshal. The defense attorney, Commander Galati, is now calling Captain Blaj to the stand. Lets listen in.

Commander Galati: "Captain, please tell us about the events leading up to the destruction of the New Hamsphire 0001."

Captain Blaj: "Of course, Wanduk I had been sending reports of a Fazran light cruiser moving through the system at a slow pace. The Tetuan was ordered by Space Command to proceed to the Wanduk system and shadow the Fazran ship. We entered into the Wanduk system on or about the first week 2412.6. We then proceeded to enter orbit of Wanduk I. Our scanners where able to easily locate the Fazran light cruiser and identify it as the New Hamsphire 0001. We then proceeded to tract the ship from Wanduk I and send reports to Space Command."

Commander Galati: "I see, and what did Space Command tell you Captain?"

Captain Blaj: "About two weeks latter they told us to keep tracking the ship. As I said before the New Hamsphire was moving only about one sector a month. We knew from our ship database that this vessel has a normal speed of about 6 sectors per month. Well, a month or so went by and we received a message from Space Command that the Emperor had sent a message to the Fazran Homeworld asking who ever was the leader at the time, why his ships where on the Kartogia-Lezzair warp point, and asked if he would remove them. From what we where able to get from the local new network, the Fazran's response was along the lines of, you have threaten us and they are there for defense incase you attack. A short time after we where told by Space Command that the Emperor would be sending another message, and that we where ordered to shadow the New Hamsphire more closely until it exited the system."

Commander Galati: "Which you did, correct?"

Captain Blaj: "Yes, we closed to within one sector and started taking more active scans of the Fazran ship. The New Hamsphire, however, remained on its slow approach to the warp point. My First Officer informed that that the New Hamsphire-class Light Cruisers have an extra supply bay so we assumed that the ship had plenty of supplies and was therefore gathering Intel on the system. We made attempts of hail the ship but got no response. By this time the New Hamsphire had arrived at the warp point, we assumed that they would jump as soon as they got there."

Commander Galati: "But they didn't?"

Captain Blaj: "No, they just stopped. We made 2 or 3 circles around the proximity of the warp point hailing them again, when they didn't leave or respond to hails I order the Tetuan to move closer to the warp point. The date was 2412.9"

Commander Galati: "What then?"

Captain Blaj: "They started to move towards us in an attack posture. We hailed them again while moving towards the warp point. They still didn't respond to our hails, after a while it became apparent that they where indeed intending to attack us, even though we out massed them by a 100kts. We sent them one Last hail, and then we entered weapons range before they did, at which time we opened fire. Only two of our shots missed we must of destroyed their only Anti-Proton Beam along with doing some other minor damage to their hull. CIC reported that their shields weren't up, but nonetheless they continued to advance. I ordered weapons to try and disable their engines and weapons. We fired again causing damage to their hull. Again they still moved closer to us. By then the range had fallen to 3. I ordered my Tact officer to fire again. We must of hit the fusion reactor because the ship simply vanished. I ordered Wanduk I to send rescue and medical ships, as well as lunched our own. We searched for survivors, but their wasn?t even any wreckage let alone an escape pod. We then retuned to Wanduk I with the rescue and medical ships."

Commander Galati: "Thank you Caption, I have no farther questions."

Admrail Marasesti, Judge: "Very well, we will reconvene tomorrow to hear cross examination. Until then this court is in recess."

[ 30 April 2002: Message edited by: Dead Meat ]

Jmenschenfresser

May 1st, 2002, 05:05 PM

2413.1
In some ways, I envy Pellwain and probably were it not for my sound knowledge that the Almight leads all to their rightful course, I might have gone with her. I continually receive Messages from her detailing her trip. Despite her prominance as a space explorer and colonizer, she has hardly left the Xiban system. Certainly this is the furthest she's ever been from our cottage by the sea on Xiban I....and from the quaint Temple where we both learned the ancient prayers. She's just about to leave what could be termed Norak space, were the Norak High Counsel ever to develop a system of annexation and territory, and enter the space of the Farzah. Pellwain is not the captain of the ship...that job was given to the military, but once the ship lands in the Knoglam system, Pellwain will take the reigns. Since the world they are bound for is Methane, most of the colonists are Xi'Chung. I've tried to describe under the oppressive rule of language, what it is like to live on world a Methane world and under a dome. You soon begin to miss a natural breeze and smells that accompany the freedom of Nature. She'll soon wish to sell all she has for a cool pond to dip her hands in. Perhaps the Farzah will permit her to frequent one of their oxygen worlds. But so is a life strung from the fixtures of many worlds.

Ever since the Sergetti made their peace with us, Tallik and I have had nothing to do. Now that the Sergetti mine fields no longer bother our ships, we've given up thinking about them. I do think in fact that the Norak are at peace with every known race. The High Counsel has taken the opportunity to update the fleet. After an assesment it was found that fewer than one third of the entire Norak armada had components developed within the Last 5 years. Most had been built when the Amon'krie and the Norak teetered on the brink of all out war. The Templar fleet has hardly left Olontra since it saved the planet from the Amon'krie. Tallik cannot say enough on the topic of our armada. The High Counsel has decided in favor of scrapping the Nevada X, which has been used to create 20 or so worlds. This will free up enough resources to up the strength of the fleet.

I personally have to wonder at the recent obsession with military strength. Never have the Norak needed more than 10 ships at any time in any given system. I suppose the argument is that these 10 ships cannot be in all systems at all times. True. But is not our purpose a peaceful one. Do not grand armadas breed reasons for them to exist? Who shall we fight? Perhaps only the Sallega have the capabilities to threaten our survival, and any war with them will be mutually destructive. The Sallega empire is far more compact than ours. It would be no problem to cut us in two or even three.

No, war contains little wisdom. I say rather, use these resources to improve the conditions of those who suffer. Build infrastructure. The Almighty's blessings can easily rot on the vine if the farmer tends not the fields.

Our grand allies, the Praetorians have given us partial news of some trouble brewing in the northern quadrant between them and the Farzah. Our alliance with the Praetorians has been extremely fruitful over the Last months, and I doubt the High Counsel would let much come between it. There are banners and salutes all over Xiban I tributing the power and respectiblity of the Praetorians. No doubt these banners don't come so much from pro-Praetorian factions, but anti-Farzah Groups. Several members of the High Counsel are taken by this influence, but not enough to threaten the peace. After talking at lenght with Tallik on the subject, I've come to realize, no one within the Norak intelligence community knows what is transpiring between them other than the fact that the Praetorians have destoryed several, what they call, "stray" Farzah ships. Perhaps this speaks to a lack of cooperation between the Farzah leaders. I certainly do not know.

Tallik brought up an interesting development he's heard circulating through the halls of the Continuum. Since the galaxy is filling up quickly, many think it might be wise to define what would be called, Norak Space. The only real empty space left is in the center of the galaxy, where the warring empires of the Sergetti and Xiati once roamed in force. I've read a bit of the history of this long war, and until the entering of the Sallega, who destroyed most of the Sergetti empire in several months, they were quite equal in strenght. The Norak were one of the first to move into Sergetti space, and we did so, without the intentions a conqueror would have. The Sergetti at first tolerated our colonies, of which there were only two. As the first foundations of our proto-colony deep in Sergetti space were being laid, primitive sensors picked up some activity nearby. It was actually a scientist, whose visual telescope array happened to be trained upon the Sergetti homeworld 7 or so sectors away, who first noticed the Xiati fleet. The pictures are famous...one can actually see the napalm explosions. Every Sergetti not living on a colony or a ship was vaporized. Tragic. Ghastly. This war has so weakened the two empires that most of the center of the galaxy is empty. The two empires now probably inhabit no more than 10 worlds combined, with about as many ships between them...most of which are not equipped for war.

I pose the question, how would one define Norak space? We share systems with five different empires and are about to change that to six once Pellwain reaches Knoglam. Tallik thinks me naive..perhaps I am. He says it is not so much saying, "This belongs to us," but rather, "Within these systems our interest lie." I wonder at the implication of this side-ways talk. To me it sounds like a transition from the traditional, co-existence we have promoted. The planets are merely a means to spread the Text...nothing more.

Within the Last month, several covert converts within the Amon'krie empire have warned the High Counsel of ships turning over their reigns to the Farzah. For what reason, we do not know. Certainly the war between the Farzah and the Amon'krie has been a long one. Tallik doubts that these defectors where actually gifts from the Amon'krie. The High Counsel will never stand for this continued action. The Amon'krie/Farzah war has been greatly limited due to the fact that neither has direct access to the other's space. We will not allow this quadrant to be thrust into the mouth of carnivorous War! The Farzah are not attempting to live peacefully as we first thought. Perhaps their only reason for making peace was practical in the light of other, more pressing, wars.

Be as it may, the Continuum continues to grow by the blessed hand of She who clothes the moon flowers of Xiban I.

geoschmo

May 1st, 2002, 08:31 PM

Year 2413.1

The Maiden Voyage of the S.R.S. Gartok (500Kt Gartok class - series 0001) had been quite successful. Captain Tadminum had led his ship and his crew as far east as the black hole system of Equandul before having to turn back for resupply. The route plotted had been a little more circuitous than he would have liked, but it was necessary to avoid several unstable wormholes the Fazrah had charted in the area. They also needed to avoid the heart of Sergetti space as they didn�t have the weaponry to fight off a fleet of their ships.

First contact was made with two new races. The first, a race calling themselves the Nultoh Group inhabited the Utekra system. Despite a decent level of technology, and having colonized several planets in their home system, the Nultoh did not apparently have any desire to explore the areas around their space. The Gartok had in fact not encountered them until warping into their home system. The were basically peaceful, if rather isolationist, and had no problems with enacting a trade agreement with the Sallegan Republic.

The second, and far more important race was the Eee. A gas dwelling race inhabiting several systems in the eastern part of the galaxy. The discovery of the Eee caused quite a stir, as there was evidence that they, or their ancestors were the race that had inhabited the Gas Giants in Narcisston and the other systems in the west. Apparently this was either an offshoot of the previous race, or some calamity had befallen them in the distant past, because technologically the Eee were no more advanced than the Sallegans or any of the other races they had met. A treaty was enacted and plans were made to send cultural and exo-biology experts to the Eee empire to try and unlock these mysteries.

The Last major event to occur on the Gartok�s mission was on the return trip. While skirting known Sergetti space the ship was passing through the Marjoram system and came across an unarmed Sergetti ship in some significant distress. They had run afoul of an ion storm and the crew was close to death. While the Sergetti had two colonies in the system they had nothing close enough to respond to the distress call. Captain Tadminum responded and saved the crew and dropped them in an escape pod close to one of the colonies for one of their orbital ships to pick it up.

It was not clear if it was this act of charity, or some other unknown factor, but soon after the Sallgan consulate in Ushphada received a communication from the Sergetti requesting a dialogue for peace. A Non-Aggresion pact was signed, and plans made for a conference towards closer cooperation.

�The next ship to venture into those parts should be able to take a far more direct route.� Tadminum thought as his shuttle landed at the New Capitol City SpacePort on Narcisston VIII. He had been summoned to report directly to Admiral Grandow. Not unheard of, but unusual nonetheless. Tadminum had rather expected it considering the momentous events of the Gartok�s mission, and the fact that she was currently in space dock on Ushphada III being retrofit to the latest in solar cell technology that would greatly increase her range.

As he entered the Admiral�s office he could see that Grandow had something serious on his mind. After some general pleasantries, Tadminum ran through the events of the preceding two-year mission for the Admiral. It was all a formality of course. The Admiral had read all the reports, and had an intimate knowledge of what had taken place. Captain Tadminum tried to give him a deeper understanding of those things that don�t get put into official logs.

When he was done the Admiral spoke. �What do you know of the conflict between the Fazrah and the Paretorians lately?�

�Only what has been in the news, and in the daily briefings sir. We saw no Praetorian ships on our mission, and only encountered a few Fazrah once we returned to Sallegan space� the captain answered. �Do we think there will be a war?�

�We do.� Grandow answered. �And we fear for what that may mean for the stability of the quadrant. The Fazrah are strong, but the Praetorians are as well. And recently the Paretorians and the Norak have become quite close.�

�Does this affect us?� Tadminum asked. �The Fazrah-Pretorian border is far from us. And we are allies with both of them, as well as the Norak. Do we have an interest in this?�

�We believe we may.� Grandow answered. �If the Fazrah were to be overrun, the Norak-Praetorian alliance would be quite strong. Much stronger than us alone. We must think of the long-term consequences if something like this were to happen. We occupy a strategic position between the Norak and the rest of the galaxy. They may someday decide they no longer need us around if they feel they can remove us without too much trouble.�

�So you mean to attack the Norak? If I may speak freely sir, that would be madness! They are quite strong. Even if the Fazrah were able to handle the Praetorians, we would have quite a fight if it were to come to open warfare between us and the Norak. And would the people support it? Their religion is quite popular these days, even among my ships crew there are converts. I don�t doubt their loyalty to the republic, but I would hate to have to put it to a test such as this.�

�No captain. We do not intend to attack the Norak, or even the Praetorians. But we are making preparations. We have not been asked directly by the Fazrah for assistance as of yet, but we plan to be ready when such a request comes. The Fazrah have been a loyal ally, but they are erratic. Their chaotic government, if it can even be called that, has trouble maintaing control over their own ships. We do not cherish the thought of them defeating the Praetorians any more than we wish to see them defeated. We intend to give them sufficient aid to maintain the status quo.�

�This will be a dangerous path Admiral. Do you wish for me to go to the Fazrah as an advisor?�

�No Captain. I have another for that job. I need you to return to your ship and head east again. The Eee tell us of another race farther to the east called the Jraenar. We wish you to make contact with them, and any others you find along the way. And we need you to scout the strength and extent of the Praetorian Empire to the northeast. We have the maps of all the systems, but no Sallegan eyes have ever seen those planets up close. We need to see it for ourselves so we can have a fuller picture of what is to come.�

With that Captain Tadminum was dismissed and returned to his shuttle. As they lifted off and returned to orbit he looked out over the capitol below. He thought back to the ruin that was left after the first attack in the Great War. A visitor from another planet, or even another city would have trouble locating any remnants of that battle over thirteen years ago now. But having grown up on a farm in this province, and having been involved in the cleanup and rebuilding of the city afterwards, he knew all too well.

He knew where the mass graves for the millions with no identification, or no surviving relatives were located. He could still make out the scarred earth in the few areas not yet redeveloped. Scarred by the fire from above, and the bulldozer afterwards. He wondered if those fires would burn again on his homeworld. He would do his best to make sure they didn�t.

spacefan

May 5th, 2002, 05:25 PM

2413.7

Ship Lords' Log, Alpha Tau Spaceyard

I was ready to pilot the Wisconsin class right through the lines of the Praetorian, along with a dozen warships behind me. But it appears the praetorians have withdrawn, and said nothing, so at Last it seems we we are at peace, if only for a moment.

Life on a ship equiped for construction and repair is rather different than anything else. First order I made was rechristening her the Alpha Tau. Laru has called the fleet she's in the "Elite Guard".

I suppose it fits his idea of a proper force. He's much more militant than I am, but his strategies are mostly defensive.

Since we are orbiting homeworld, Laru and I have stayed in touch. There's been a hell of a lot of fowl ups with colony ships trying to colonize where a colony already is.

There's quite a bit of communications about a transport and minelayer rushing back to homeworld. It appears our demonstrations of Fazrah freedom and Fazrah gold have converted 2 ships fed up with Amon'krie's totalitarianism.

Unfortunately they have to pass through space teeming with traffic from 3 different empires. We can't reach the Amon'krie directly, because we fear sending our main fleet through some of the systems filled with the Norak would draw their wrath, and because we still don't know what the Praetorians are planning.

With a bit of time, and a lot of delicate manuevering, Laru plans to learn about Amon'krie technology through this. I have no moral objections, for we are releasing these citizens of Amon'krie from a life of burden and orders, and giving them wealth and freedom.

Strange as it may seem, his choices for research are very wise. He is studying stellar mechanics, trying to find out if there is any way to reach the Amon'Krie without going through Norak space.

I feel like this is aiming for the moon, but considering how surrounded we are, it may be the only way to spread our interests past the Norak and Praetorian borders which constrict us.

The Norak seem to be galactic peacekeepers with their own agenda as well. They have a presense in the systems of every empire we've seen. They've set up shop in our territory, preaching that book of theirs. I'm sure some of the poorer members of the Fazrah will be convinced. Relatively speaking, our poor people rarely riot, as there are few truly poor, while most people have moderate incomes.

Jmenschenfresser

May 14th, 2002, 06:00 PM

2413.8
Tallik and I are back in Cephedri. The Last year has been a shuttle from one system to another assessing fleets, ships, satellites and the theory of how they best support one another. Something I am particularly interested in is the newest starbase class. 2500kt simply boggles the mind. I've been on several of the smaller stations, and those had more than enough of every luxary a Norak could want. Those things must look like cities in space. Several military designs are under construction about the continuum.

Being the simple man, or simpleton, I'll let the reader judge, that I am, I am wary of this new integration of technology and religion. My ways are the ways of century old traditions. In spite of the fancy gear our space marines now storm about in, I still wear a robe and sandals. I see some of the gear they wear and I see the points of those who argue our military is by existence alone, aggressive. I think if I were clad from head to toe in black and leather, I'd have a degree of bloodlust as well. The new integration I speak of is a device made of metal from a most unholy place back on Xiban I. The quarry for this ore is the very site of the imprisonment of He Who Is Not Named. Our legend tells us that long ago, when the universe was but an infant and the Creator had finished Her work, She fell into a deep sleep beyond the Void, in a place unthinkable to mortal creatures, but some call it the Womb of Eternity Past. Here She slept, but the fabric of the universe felt the lack of Her presence. Things began to grow cold; the Divine Geometry lost much of its original truth; murder crept into the world; and the first rebellion began. Never doubt that evil is very much aware of itself, and only by the Hand of She who guards the eternal watch, was evil made knowable and partitioned. But in those dark days, Evil grew and all its various emmanations existed as a single, focused personality. A personality which eventually became presence, which eventually became shadow, which eventually became force, which finally became being. The Great and Holy Text tells of the wars and death wrought upon Xiban. Life, on its Last breath and Last leg. Life itself was not worth the pain. He Who Is Not Named moved freely over and through all there was. Nothing stood before him which he feared. But the Almighty awoke and reentered Existence. Angered the She ripped a jagged mountain from Xiban's thick crust and thrust it through the belly of He Who Is Not Named. His blood ran down the mountain, soaking it, penetrating its very molecular structure. Still full of divine rage, She drove the mountain, top down, back into the crust of Xiban, burying deep the rotting body of evil. The plain, which was a mountain, is barren and contains a metal found no where else.

Within the Last year our scientists have suddenly encountered strange properties within this metal. I say suddenly because now that I know what it does, I have to wonder about much of Norak history. Are we really the first to know about this metal? It seems agression and hate and malicious intent are intensified by this metal, giving the user great success in his path of destruction. The supposed discovery came when the science community did tests upon several sacred blades residing in the old Imperial Palace. They contain some of this metal. Apparently this metal is too brittle to use solely in the making of blades. On to the important...

Several of our star ships are now equipped with a large chunk of this metal. Still too brittle to use in the hull of the ship, a large quantity of tonage must be allocated for the installment of this, what the pilots call, Talisman.

Personally it makes my skin crawl. Surely the Almighty will not condone benefit from her one and only true enemy. I pray constantly for forgiveness from the blindness our ambition spawns.

The Praetorians have contacted us about buying the Nevada X, and we are more than willing to sell it to them. They have already paid us the cost of having her unmothballed, and upon delivery they have promised to show us several new technologies we do not possess. I have not gone back and checked my starcharts, but I suppose they have a system or two full of useless asteroids.

Pellwain contacted me from deep within Farzah space yesterday. We had a holographic tea party, like we used to do when we were younger. Several hours passed in conversation probably only of interest to the two of us. She said the new colony was coming along. Basic infrastructure would soon be in place and the Counsel has allotted most of the world as deep space research. Perhaps there are phenomena in Knoglam which we have not seen yet. I do not know, and neither does Pellwain really. I asked her about living within telescope distance of the Farzah, and she said they can be charming in an offensive kind of way. I think that is her way of saying she feels right at home. Pellwain herself has always been considered offensive by the majority of people who meet her. If anyone can talk to the Farzah, it should be Pellwain.

spacefan

May 14th, 2002, 09:22 PM

We could name this "History of Europe" and it would be just as accurate.

The more I've got into this game, the more it seems to parallel the Medieval feudal society, with the church as a unifying force for all the little kingdoms and fiefs and such.

As you might have expected from above, just like in Medieval times, where the Church owned property in many different places, the Norak now have planets in the systems of nearly all of the other "empires". Like in Medieval times, the Norak are trying to keep us in line with religious teachings, but we continue to fight our petty disputes, plunder, kill and such (although so far the game is relatively peaceful by comparison.)

The Fazrah which I play, seem to represent the truly chaotic knights and assorted others that serve to stir things up, and whom offer only token fealty to their overlord.

The Praetorians and Sallegans represent more organized nations, which really seem to come more from the later stages of the Medieval period. They both are powerful, but no where near as powerful as the Norak, especially if the Norak managed to convince all the Groups with some tie to its religion to join them.

The remaining empires that the Norak have met represent some of the other small nation-states.

And then there may be a few empires the Norak haven't met, but unfortunately we have no real enemy to go on crusades against, so I predict internal conflict to continue. Fazrah at least seem to be boxed in, and pretty much limited forever in what empires they'll have contact with.

spacefan

May 14th, 2002, 11:03 PM

2413.9
Alpha Tau, Ship Lords' Log

When I called for election nearly a year ago I assumed we'd be at war with the Praetorians within a month and I'd be far from homeworld. Instead neither side has said a thing in the conflict, indeed most all contacts are silent at this point.

The only thing keeping the warships from going berserk from boredom is constant news about undisclosed contacts within the Amon'krie, and the progress of two ships that have defected and are heading to Homeworld for a celebration and feast.

Its rare to see this many ships orbitting homeworld. Many captains and their crews have been visiting other ships, exchanging war stories and other gossip, and getting a Oom'vra championship set up. The Cue'Cappa are here as well, with a light cruiser and crew, and they plan on being the first outsiders to play Oom'vra in the championship.

Oom'vra tournaments are sporadic at best, occuring when at least 32 lords promise to play throughout the duration. Individual Oom'vra games are played frequently in any corner of Fazrah space, and Oom'vra is a game that is vastly different every time it is played.

The tokens that are used are made by the players, and they may have bizarre rules that would seem to unbalance the game. However the real fight is in the first phase of each game, where players try to get the right tokens, as each player may end up with mostly tokens brought by the opponent, or not, depending on the play. The main mark of skill in the game is to confuse your opponent, while making the Token understandable enough for the judge to allow it. (Pure gibberish and truly ambiguous tokens are not allowed)

Amateurs and outsiders often have difficulty with the odd quirks of this game, as it gives a first impression of simply being a matter of making "I WIN" tokens. An old saying goes, "The fool writes 'I win', while the master uncovers it."

I've played a bit of Oom'vra, but I'm not up to the top players. I've seen their tokens, and they manage to fit quite a bit into 100 words.

Other than the 'I win' tokens, even our Fazrah gold coin has Oom'vra token rules on the back, as it can be played as a token. It is a very broadly used token, more popular than 'I win' and all good players have to account for its rules and try to counteract them.

Oom'vra is good fun, and a good example of Fazrah ways for outsiders. It can get rowdy, with a whole gaggle watching every token played and cheering them on. We plan on showing it to the Amon'krie captains that defected. The bit of the Gold being a token gets them every time. I've also heard a few Lords banter about a new Token in play, thats been christened in my name as,

"Lord Alzene's Undo Mischief"
[A rough translation from Fazrahn of course, but the best that can be had]

siderial

May 16th, 2002, 01:45 AM

Disturb the ether but slightly,
We ride the soft currents in joy.
Disturb the ether with great force,
We ride the cyclone in fear.
It is thus within as without.

- Poet Eed (SR 451)

"We are the Many and we are One."

The Elders of the Eee recited the Song of the Truth at the beginning of every gathering. Translated into the limited language of alien races, it was but a line of text, a few syllables. For the Eee, this simple idea was the basis of their society. Their language embellished this simple idea in the same way that others embellished simple churches to make them into cathedrals. To invoke the Song was to invoke the harmony of the Eee. There was no epic more profound in the Eee language, no work more sacred. It was Truth.

High Elder Elw beheld the candidate for the Eldership that was before the assembly and waited.

"The Eee have decided that I am not ready for the Eldership," the candidate said finally.

"This is so, E'en," Elw said simply.

"The Eee are wise in our harmony. It is not my role to be an Elder." There was no disappointment from E'en. The Eee had decided and E'en knew it was for the best. E'en began to withdraw.

Elw was not finished, however, and spoke to E'en. E'en was among their best. Elw would not let him leave without an explaination.

"The Eee know that you are a wise Strategic Coordinator and a fine scientist. You have learned much from the alien races we seek to befriend. You have learned their ways from your time on the borders." Elw paused. "You know of a thing called Gold?"

E'en made the wordless vibration in the ether that was like the nodding of a head to some alien races.

"The Eee know that you have employed new ideas and tactics," Elw continued. "Some alien races use stones or metals such as Gold to assign value to themselves. You have also sought to work with these aliens by similarly using Gold and heavy metals to assign a value to what is beyond value: the Eee. You do this to foster understanding among traders and politicians. The Eee appreciate your efforts to foster understanding and peace."

"And yet...." E'en said expectantly.

"And yet, Gold is a heavy metal and we are a light race, both of mind and body. The Eee have never used Gold and Gold is a new idea. The Eee fear it for its weight, not just in mass, but also in how it can pierce our harmony as easily as an asteroid would pierce the atmosphere. An asteroid can drag us into the Underether, into the great liquid Darkness below. The same thing can happen to the Eee under the weight of these new ideas. You feel that the future is to play with Gold, but the ideas are too new for us. You cannot play with Gold and yet lead the Eee."

There was nothing else to say. E'en understood and began to leave silently, but then stopped and said one Last thing. Strangely, it sounded almost apologetic.

"The Eee honor me when they considered for the role of Elder. I will continue to be honored in my role as a Strategic Coordinator. If there is a time the Eee can accept Gold, I will be here to serve. I should have known that my ideas were too new but I have spent too much time among those who harbor such ideas. I shall return to my fleet and coordinate its actions in the spirit of the consensus."

Having finished, E'en floated away from the assembly and withdrew.

Skulky

May 20th, 2002, 06:19 AM

Great story, i really loved reading everything so far. How about another placing update, and a gam file?

Also, what about allowing members of the forum to act as lawyers and such in disputes amoung different parties over ICQ or AIM or by email? maybe too lengthy but could be cool.

Jmenschenfresser

May 23rd, 2002, 09:34 PM

2414.9
My stomach is grumbling. I think it's the stress and exhaustion and lack of a steady diet of something substantial. I'm a monk, so I am supposed to be able to handle times of persecution.

I am leaving the Tribunals and the Insanity behind in fear that I too might lose my life. The recent cleansings have taken many good friends of mine. Tallik, while not dead, is unable to leave Xiban I. He is watched round the clock by secret police of the Tribunals. What are the Tribunals? History must know. I personally don't know how long they've been worming their way into positions of authority. But I do know their elite come from an underground order of pious monks, who left the homeworld in the early years of colonization. I doubt any of their rhetoric concerning those races which are infidels and that aren't come from real conviction. They are power hungry. They are hate filled. May the Almighty strike them down for their blasphemy!! They've perverted the Holy Text! They've mistranslated and cut its meaning to suit their purposes. And now...they seek the death of those who know the difference in what should be and what is. I pray constantly that Tallik will find a way off of Xiban I, but he is in Her hands now.

I would to Pellwain, but because of the High Council's new agenda, I fear we may be at war with the Farzah before the year is out. We are heading to the two worlds on the outer rim of the Norak Continuum. Here the local officials are tolerant to those the Tribunals are persecuting. They will retain us till this has passed, or until the Elders decide to send a fleet out this far and crush this defiance. But until the course laid is completely seen, they will not risk ships on a few disgruntled intellectuals and powerless theologues like myself.

We will take up communications with all empires in an attempt to coordinate operations against the Tribunal government. Hopefully, we can incite enough Norak, enough Priests to rise up and retake power, and it won't have to come to the complete destruction of the Norak empire in order to change things.

I only escaped because I disguised myself as a first degree priest and caught a military freighter to Organtrix. From there I was able to find a ship, organized by a group of local dissenters, heading to the outer rim. I've come to find out that all the passengers aboard are in the same boat I am...literally and literally. The brain drain back on Xiban I fear will drag us back 100 years. We've already lost just about every capable diplomat. The Tribunals don't trust those who've stayed too long with other races. That is why I was targeted and that is why they want to remove Pellwain. Tallik is suspected because of his incredible knowledge of Norak weaknesses militarily. They'll never let him leave Xiban alive.

I've been out of the loop for the Last few months. For certain, I cannot predict what is happening. Not until I reach the outer rim and regain contact with the excommunicated. However, I fear that already the Tribunals are moving against the Jraenar. The reason I am officially excommunicated is because I refused the position of double agent/diplomat within the Jraenar empire. Right as the Tribunals gained the upper hand in the High Council, the Council was about to vote in favor of a trade agreement with the Jraenar. I have it on good authority that members of the Council were threatened and bought...anything to strike down the Jraenar treaty. I do not know what they plan. I only know that if they are allowed to carry on, the entire galaxy will fall into war.

dumbluck

May 24th, 2002, 12:17 PM

The plot thickens... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon6.gif

spacefan

May 24th, 2002, 04:19 PM

Ship Lord Alzene's log

All quiet on the Praetorian front, but although most other shiplords have been dormant, our ship has been tasked to greet the defecting Amon'krie captains. After we took on three captains, my crew examined their ships, and found nothing of interest. It appears the Amon'krie are quite limited in their technology. Through various contacts, I've discovered our espionage against the Amon'krie is shifting to sabotage of their industrial facilies.

More significantly, radio traffic indicates the latest Grand Lord received threats from the Xiati to break treaties with the Sergetti. This Grand Lord decided to stop trading with the Xiati because of their insolence, and through his threats and diplomacy they have agreed to subjugation, paying the Grand Lord tribute in exchange for leniency.

No contact I'm aware of has been made with any other allies lately. The Norak have set up their colony, as mandated by treaty, without any fuss.

Jacob and I have returned to homeworld orbit, where traffic and general noise level remains high, due to the large number of ships in orbit. Among the orbiting fleet 7 obsolete ships have been decommissioned and are gradually being replaced by the latest Idaho class designs. Most captains have spent their time listening to reports about the destruction of Amon'krie factories and the tariffs from the Xiati; anything to keep them from facing the calm and peace that prevails. Drunkedness and fights are becoming a problem, but the captains are discussing various training scenarios, which should lead to some much needed battle training for the crews.

I've run a pretty tight ship myself. The Alpha Tau has a crew of 130, 15 of those being junior officers. We've worked on repair and construction drills as well as retrofitting and salvage missions.

The researchers I still have contact with report continued investigation into stellar phenomenon and how to manipulate such.

I still think we are merely experiencing the calm before the storm, but I am not sure how the storm will manifest itself.

[ May 24, 2002, 15:25: Message edited by: spacefan ]

Ragnarok

May 30th, 2002, 04:48 PM

What's the scores/standings? Haven't been any new storys lately and was wondering what's going on. I'm missing it. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Also...*Bump*

spacefan

May 30th, 2002, 09:05 PM

All hell is breaking loose, but I didn't want to post again until we get another empires perspective. The Norak have infiltrated my Fazrah intel networks, somehow my intel was changed to covert recon of the Praetorians, and war may break at any moment. I'm not sure whats going on with the Praetorians, but even the Norak are like 3 times my size, so its likely to be a quick war, but we'll see. My Fazrah's seem to be widely hated among the Theocratic and Despotic empires, (Norak, Praetorian, Amon'krie all at war or almost with me. Xiati I have subjugated.)

Fazrah will probably be first to fall, as I am weaker than most of the large empires and surrounded by all three of them, but perhaps the Sallegans will have something to say as well, who knows.

spacefan

June 1st, 2002, 07:32 AM

I said I wouldn't post yet, but things have gone to hell in a handbasket so I feel its important to get a snapshot of the Fazrah before they die

Alzene's Log
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They are everywhere. Agents of the Norak or some coalition of forces opposing us. They have infiltrated us everywhere, so that we may no longer trust those who we had trusted before. We were united at Homeworld, and Knoglam, and unity is a rare thing for our people. Our enemies, though they remain hidden, have used our unity against us.

I have never been a warrior, but the events of the Last month have me wanting Norak blood. Whatever dark, evil magic they used to infiltrate and manipulate us so well, it is driving us all to the point of insanity.

The Grand Lord said that we must rendevous our Homeworld fleet with the Sallegans. This was stupid, as the homeworld would be defenseless. Many opposed this, but our mistaken unity lead to its acceptance.

Fools we were. Most of us now believe this newest Grand Lord, the mining lord I've discussed, is an agent within the Norak or other enemy state.

Whatever diabolical plot is in motion, they have captured the loyalty of the CueCappa, who were completely loyal to us, but suddenly we discover they are now a hostile threat to us. And they have forces deep in the bowels of Fazrah space.

This dark alliance is likely to see the joining of Praetorian ships soon, as we are weaker than can be believed.

Dealing with the Mining Lord agent, we put one of our own men on homeworld, and that scoundrel of a Norak agent has been executed. Our only unity will occur through dispersal. We have no fleets today, only ships acting on their own ideas, and a very rough idea of what we need to do. We declared war on the vile agents of the Norak, and whatever dark magic they have found, shall be destroyed. Even as we perish we shall take what we can of the Norak, with us.

The Sallegans, though they were great allies, are a mystery to us. They told us to worry about the Praetorians. The Norak have been our undoing. We should have struck the Norak from the first agent we captured. Perhaps the Sallegans will join us, or perhaps they will see their easiest way out, which is to help destroy us.

Like many times in our past, we once again face extinction. We shall not present one target, but many.

geoschmo

June 1st, 2002, 03:19 PM

From the personal journal of Admiral Fineas J. Grandow
Admiral and Commander-In-Chief of the Sallegan Space Services
President Pro Tem of the Senate of the Sallegan Republic

Stardate 2415.8

I feel it important that I commit the recent events and decisions made within and without the Sallegan Republic so that future scholars may understand the true context in which they took place, and so that future leaders may possibly learn something from them and be able to better serve the Republic.

It is with a heavy heart that I put these words to paper. I fear that war with the Norak Continuum may be inevitable. It is not exactly clear how the situation deteriorated so rapidly, but it is the result of the recent political upheaval within the Continuum. Their government is now being led by a radical ultra-fundamentalist sect calling themselves the Tribunal. Our previous contacts within the government are all unavailable. In some cases we fear they may be under arrest, or worse.

Contrary to the former government, the Tribunal does not appear to have any reservations about spreading their religion by cooersion if nessecary. They have been overly aggresive, almost imperialistic towards the smaller races in the quadrant, primarily the Fazrah and Jraenar.

We have confirmed reports of many incidents of sabotage, espionage, and rabble rousing by agents of the Tribunals within neigboring empires. So far they do not appear to have directed those attacks towards us. It is not clear whether it is our larger counter intelligence network that is responsible for this, or the fact that the Sallgan People have so widely accepted thier religion over the years. Perhaps the Tribunals feel that these individuals that are loyal to the Sallgan Republic, the same republic that gives them the freedom to worship the Norak Goddess, would betray their own people on the orders of these despots. I doubt seriously this is the case.

A much more serious issue for us is the fact that the Norak have begun using the Cephredi system, soverign territory of the Sallegan Republic, as a staging area for their Military forces to intimidate and harrass the Fazrah people. This is a clear violation of the aggrement between our poeples giving them permission to keep their colonies in the Cephredi system at the end of the Zynarra-Amonkrie. They currently have a fleet of nearly 30 ships located in this system. We have insisted that they withdraw this fleet to Norak space, but our demand has been rejected so far.

Negotiations are continuing as I write this, but if they continue to be intrasigent, I may be forced to order the Sallegan Space Service to remove them by force. This would no doubt result in open hostilites between the Republic and the Continuum, and would very likely draw the entire quadrant into the conflict on one side or the other. Many lives would surely be lost on both sides.

If this Goddess of the Norak does in fact exsist, and if she cares for the lives of her people and the others in the quadrant that do and do not worship her, I pray that she moves the hearts of this Tribunal government towards peace.

geoschmo

June 6th, 2002, 04:06 PM

Stardate 2415.9

Of course the Tribunal rejected the ultimatum to remove their ships from the Cephredi system. They did not attempt to deny the charges they were behind the massive Intelligence campaign damaging the smaller empires of the quadrant. They made no excuses for harrasing and intimidating the peaceful Fazrah people. Instead they claimed to be acting in self defense and reasserted their right to maintain a large military force inside a Sallegan system. They then had the audactiy to suggest the Cephredi system be cleared of all military forces and left as a demilitarized zone. Grandow snorted when he read that and wondered if the Norak would be so kind as to leave the system immediaetly next to their home system completely undefended and open to attack from three seperate directions. It was doubtful.

He didn't really expect them to acceed to the Sallegan demand. He was still hopeful a peaceful settlement could be reached in the matter however. What happened next took him completely by suprise.

All this time the offending Norak fleet had been stationed in orbit around Cephredi I, the old Zynar homeworld. It was the most populated planet in the system, and a significant base of operations for the Norak since the end of that war. The Norak did have an oxygen world in the system as well, Cephredi II. This of course was the colony that had percipitated the original hostilities between the Norak and Zynars so many years before. It had been destroyed at least once, maybe more than that, and rebuilt every time. THe Last population figures Grandow had seen were that there were some 1.4 billion Norak living on this world. It was likely their largest colony outside their home system, and obviously an important one.

Grandow had expected the Norak Fleet to be moved to defend it against the Fazrah battle fleet that had entered the Cephredi system, and against us were we to make good on our threat to remove them by force if neccesary. Of course the Sallegans had made no such demand on the colonies, only on the military ships the Norak were keeping stationed there.

But instead of moving the Norak fleet to Cephredi II, they moved to Cephredi VI, location of the Sallegan fleet that had come to remove them from the system. For a brief moment the Sallegan defenderd thought they were under attack, but the Norak simply moved their fleet of 32 ships into the same sector with the Sallegan fleet of 47 ships. They stopped at the extreme edge of the sector and sat there, unmoving.

Grandow was unsure at first what was going on. Were they surrendering? Why didn't they attack, or withdraw, or move to defend their own planet. It didn't make sense. But then he realized what they were doing. The minefields! They were moving their ships into position under cover of the treaty so they would have the current minefield access codes as all Sallegan allies have.

Added to this theory were two other facts. First, the smaller, but still potent, Norak fleet in Arklite had left that system and had moved into Hwansul, out of range of Sallegan sensors and on a course for Cephredi, and another small previously unknown fleet had just moved out of Hwansul into Cephredi and appeared to me moving towards Cephredi VI as well.

Currently the Sallegan fleet had a slight numbers advantage of 15 ships. But the majority of the Sallegan ships were older Light Cruisers and smaller ships left over from the end of the Xi'Chung war. They had been updated with newer weapons and sensors when practical to do so, but they were still small. And the Norak had recenlty developed a new mysterious device that appeared to give their ships amazing, you could say almost miracoulous accuracy. The Fazrah claimed that they never missed. Grandow doubted that was possible, but even highly accurate weapons combined with those larger hull sizes could make the umcomming battle a bad one for the Sallegans. He could not allow the Norak fleet to be reinforced and his fleet lose what little numerical advantage he did have.

The time for a decision was at hand. The Norak had forced him into a corner, he had to act. He could not repeat the mistakes made at the beginning of the Xi'Chung war. The Norak were too large. If he allowed them to get the advantage and wipe out the Cephredi fleet, there would be nothing stopping them from completely anialating or enslaving the Sallegan people.

The Messages were sent.

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TO:SALLEGAN SPACE SERVICE SHIPS EVERYWHERE
FR:SALLEGAN SPACE SERVICE COMMAND

RE:IMMINENT HOSTILITIES WITH NORAK EMPIRE. EXPECT ATTACK SOON. ALL NORAK SHIPS ARE TO BE TREATED AS HOSTILE FORCES. DO NOT SEEK OUT CONTACT UNLESS SPECIFICALLY ORDERED. IF APPROACHED, DEFEND YOURSELVES BY ANY AND ALL MEANS NECCESARY. WAR TIME ROE APPLY. IF NO FURTHER CONTACT RECEIVED FROM SPACE COMMAND RECEIVED, ASSUME CONDITION OF WAR EXSISTS. SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS TO FOLLOW.......
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TO:SALLGAN SPACE SERVICE FLEET, CEPHREDI VI
FR:SALLEGNA SPACE SERVICE COMMAND

RE: NORAK FLEET IN SECTOR. COMMENCE OPERATION FRONT DOOR. ENGAGE AND DESTORY NORAK FLEET IN SECTOR. DO NOT SEEK OUT NORAK SHIPS ELSEWHERE. AVOID DAMAGE TO NORAK CIVILIAN POULATIONS AND SHIPPING. IF NORAK SHIPS ATTEMPT TO WITHDRAW FOM CEPHREDI SYSTEM, ALLOW THEM. DO NOT, REPEAT, NO NOT PERSUE INTO HWANSUL WITHOUT EXPLICIT AUTHORIZATION.
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TO SALLEGNA SPACE SERVICE FLEET, NIZARUM VI
FR:SALLEGAN SPACE SERVICE COMMAND

RE:RECENT NORAK MILITARY BUILDUP IN AREA. COMMENCE OPERATION BACK DOOR. ENGAGE AND DESTORY NORAK FLEET, NIZZARUM VIII. DEPLOY TROOP TRANSPORTS AND SECURE PLANET. AVOID DESTRUCTION OF PLANETARY FACILITIES AND CIVILIAN POPULATION. PREPARE SYSTEM FROM POSSIBLE NORAK/PRAETORIAN COUNTER OFFENSIVE. DO NOT SEEK OUT FURTHER NORAK SHIPS UNLESS THEY CONGREGATE IN LARGE NUMBERS OR MAKE OTHER HOSTILE ACTIONS.
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Jmenschenfresser

June 6th, 2002, 07:01 PM

2415.6
IN EXILE

I've considered little the need for friends and community since my feet first left Xiban. Here on the outer worlds, in the empty systems south of Praetorian space, east of the Farzah, north of the Sallega and Sergetti and west of the little known Eee, I have come to feel more at home than I have in these Last 15. There are about two score of us hold up in a run down ghetto in the heart of this worlds only real town. It is truely a frontier atmosphere. From my second story window can just catch a section of a trading alley. Kiosks, shops and dealers limp around looking for a break. I think I could retire here.

I've been given the horrid task of leading our little rebellion; however, I am not sure if you can call yourself a rebellion when you haven't killed anyone. I meet often with the leader of this world, and it's sister colony. Everyone is keeping their quite. Recently a small force of Tribunal officials set up shop on our sister colony. Several of the rebellions members there were caught and questioned. It is just a matter of time. Our only advantage is that they consider us an unimportant threat.

From what I have heard the Tribunal government has gotten itself into hot water as it were. We've attempted to contact the Praetorian, the Sallegan and the Farzah governments, hoping to bring our plea before them. We wish that the Tribunals could be systematically removed, rather than destroying the entire Norak empire in an all out assault. I doubt they will listen to us. Not that all of them aren't trigger happy...they just seem to have their own interests in mind. The Norak empire has near 30 billion citizens. Who is willing to take on the responsibility of deciding their fate in a humane manner? That is if the Tribunals lose. May She who rolls the dice of war not let them win.

Our insiders have relayed to us some news. The Tribunal Government has started an intense war of subVersion within the Farzah empire. We do not know their ultimate intentions. However, in the Last months, the Sallega in a bold move began protesting the Norak military presence in Cephedri, the system boarding the Farzah empire. In a show of force the Sallegan government has sent several fleets of warships to the system. I cannot imagine the carnage were these two forces to butt heads. If the Tribunals sent the Arklite fleet to Cephedri, like I heard they were, near 40 Norak warships must be stationed in that system. More than one billion Norak citizens live in Cephedri on three worlds.

The Sallega need to better understand the mentality of the Tribunals. I am sure they do not seek open conflict. They are back stabbers, cheaters, subverters, etc. They've never had to do battle in the open field before. I doubt they would know how. They like to draw things out in the open. In allowing others to compromise their good intentions with an initial hostile action, they are able to champion themselves as righteous.

2416.0
IN EXILE
The news of the war has come and gone...like a breaking wave to those in too deep of waters. I feel like I just stepped from the icey baths of Xiban's polar regions. My body is numb, and I do not know whether to cry or laugh. I still wear the robe of a monk. I carry the side arm of a warrior. I drink like freighter captains. I am misery embodied.

The list of destroyed ships sits on my desk. We compiled it slowly over the Last week through every means possible. I've refused to put names to ships. I know hundreds of faces are gone...gone to the Underworld.

To us, the Excoms, they calls us, events are only now beginning to explain themselves. The Norak war of subVersion against the Farzah has done great damage to the reliability of their own channels, but it hasn't had accomplished all it set out to do. The souless Tribunals send out hords of subverters, knowing well that less than a tenth will return. The Farzah have killed thousands of Norak agents, caught in the act of sabotage or subVersion.

From our own intel, we've learned that the Farzah fleet once stationed in their homesystem, first entered Cephedri several months ago. Soon as they by passed the outer defenses using the security codes given to all allies, they declared war on the Tribunal government. It was a feeble act. A stupid act. Their resources could have been put to better uses. The 1st Planetary Guards stationed above Cephedri I mobilized and moved out of orbit. My theory is that the War Counsel couldn't determine where the Farzah were headed. But the Tribunals, being their own paranoid selves, must have become convinced that the Farzah fleet was going to link up with the Sallega, stationed over one of their planets. This thought certainly must have frightened the War Counsel. A fleet of 60+ ships! It astounds even me. I figure, the War Counsel did not want a battle happening in orbit over a Norak world, so as a preemtive move, the 1st Guards were ordered to move into an extremely high orbit over Cephedri VI, the station of the Sallega fleet. Perhaps those fools thought this would discourage the Sallega from getting involved. I have to give them this though...for a bunch of back-stabbers, the Tribunals here showed strenght. But they underestimated the resolve of the Sallega.

The Sallega then canceled their treaty. I am not sure how the actual fighting started. I have heard the Sallega attacked first, but I suppose that by that late hour, he who shot first certainly was not the more guilty party. The battle no doubt filled the night sky of Cephedri VI with enough signs of wonder and explosions to herald in a dozen messiahs, inspire a legion of painters, and celebrate every Last hero the galaxy could dig up. By the end of the battle, the entire Norak fleet had been destroyed. In the process they had taken out half of the Sallegan fleet and severely crippled another quarter. The "official" Tribunal line calls the battle indecisive. How can they say such a thing? The deaths of some 25,000 Norak is indecisive. It's like two brick walls falling into one another...whatever is left is rubble. I refuse to bestow any blessings of bravery on either side. Sure, the Tribunals have mobilized a second fleet, and another such battle may take place, but it won't end anything either.

The Sallega in a secondary move sent an invasion fleet upon Nizzarum VIII, and subsequently captured it. I know there was a small colony of Excoms on the planet, and in addition to that a billion or so inhabitants. They have the right idea. Until the feet are cut from under this iron fisted authority, it will assert itself over all the weak, all the poor and anyone who disagrees.

However, I am truely angry at the foolish Farzah. I hesitate to give them the blame for everything, even though my hatred burns so strong my eyes cook in rage. Did they need to destroy Cephedri II? Was it necessary to burn every Last walking talking lifeform from its face? The Tribunals had miscalculated. The Farzah got lucky, in picking the only Cephedri world devoid of a mine field. The only thing between them and Cephedri II was a fighter squadron...five fighters. Of course, they couldn't stop twenty or so Farzah ships. Perhaps I am getting twisted and that which is comically dark has nested a warm place in my heart, but I did laugh when I heard that those five fighters came out alive...even though some billion Norak citizens died when the Farzah glassed Cephedri II. Farzah ships are not equipped with anything that can target fighters. So the fighters were able to skirt around the larger cruisers, picking several apart.

The remaining Farzah fleet then laid in a course to attack Cephedri I. The fighter squadron chased the fleet picking off a few stragglers, but the Farzah reached Cephedri I, homeworld of the Zynarr, ahead of them. Three Farzah warships remained, and host of other support vessels. The Last design Tallik made before he was arrested was for a lt Crusizer called the Huron. It was to be equipped with the latest in engine destroying weapons. He figured that a small fleet of these ships could stop almost any invasion. Sure enough, as our Zynarr insiders have shown us through relayed video transmissions. The single Huron stopped the attacking fleet before it was vaporized. Several days later some reinforcements arrived from Olontra cleaning the sector of the remaining Farzah ships.

Where does all this madness go from here? I don't know. Everyday I get disheartened at the weakness of our rebellion and the completeness of our exile.

Two other notes remain to be added. We intercept what little we can. The planet elder meets with me once a week. This is what he gave me yesterday. I am writing them from memory. He allows me to see the transmisson records for half an hour, then we burn them.

PRIORITY 3

FROM: PELLWAIN - ELDER OF THE KNOGLAM SYSTEM
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High Counsel. We need defense urgently. The entire northern Farzah fleet is gone. Dead on our mine field. Small fighter defense force growing slowly. Cannot repel another large attack.
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End of Transmission

PRIORITY 1

FROM: WAR COUNSEL SECRETARY
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Praetorian fleet on the move. Ultimate destination unknown. All ships be advised. Assist with all they demand or ask. Farzah are without a significant force. All ships everywhere ready themselves for another Sallegan attack.
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End of Transmission

spacefan

June 6th, 2002, 11:48 PM

Aboard the cruiser, Alpha Tau
Personal Log of Ship Lord Alzene

The Fazrah Empire is splintering, returning to our more natural state, as spectacular failure has sent those of us who survived on our own desperate paths. From communications I've received, the systems of the Fazrah are now operating as independent states, as they face the Praetorian and Norak menace. Huju is the strongest of these states, and the only one I can get answers from. Praetorian starships are poised to attack the system, which is beginning to resemble a fortress at this point. From reports, it is loaded with weapon platforms, satellites, fighters and mines. However easily the Praetorians may lay waste to the other states of Fazrah, Huju shall be the Last exponent of the Fazrah flame.

That is, except for my own private endeavor. With protection from one of Fazrah's oldest cruisers, we are racing towards the final outpost of the Fazrah. A place where we can not be attacked, no matter the situation. Where we may rally for the Fazrah cause. It reminds me of our distant past, specifically the many legends of near vanquished Fazrah states hiding unseen for countless generations, before finally returning to rebuild the Fazrah flame.

Because of my orders to set course for this refuge, the Alpha Tau and her guard were not killed in the death trap that ensued. Our trouble is not yet over, as we must find place to ressuply within the Sallegan Republic. Then we must pass through a system controlled by the Norak. This will be our Last test before we pass into our final freedom....
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Lord and Refugee Alzene, signing off

Ragnarok

June 12th, 2002, 12:40 AM

Once again I'm here asking what's the standings of players now? The story is coming along nicely and I'm enjoying it almost more then a hot fudge sundae. Well ok, MORE then a hot fudge sundae. Also this needed bumped. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

geoschmo

June 12th, 2002, 12:44 AM

The game is on a 10 day break cause Mensch is on vacation.

Geo

Ragnarok

June 12th, 2002, 03:49 AM

Originally posted by geoschmo:
The game is on a 10 day break cause Mensch is on vacation.

GeoOh ok, well then I can be patient(sp) since you got a good reason then. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/tongue.gif Thanks for the update tho

Ragnarok

June 21st, 2002, 05:58 AM

Is this still on it's vacation? I thought it was only 10 days. Oh well, I just can't get enough storys to read. There's none right now that I haven't read and I'm bored here doing nothing wanting to read one. lol. Just thought I'd check up on this one.

Jmenschenfresser

June 21st, 2002, 07:49 PM

No, I'm back. And I wrote this just for you.

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Encrypted Log
2416.9
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Tallik - General of the Interior

I am placing this log in a sub directory of Raeghar's personal files, of which I have access to. I am placing upon it all of my signatures. If I die without an end coming to this insanity, at least I know here, in this file, when one day the Ministry of Historical Records proceeds to write the biography of my one-time friend, as I know they will do, it will be found, and the truth will be known.

While the rest of the galaxy calls the Tribunals fanatics and religious purists, I know the reality. I, with great meditation, spat on all that purports to be sacred. I left civilization for a while, wandered out into what the ancients called "the wilderness" to track down my tombstone. My dreams burned, never consuming my mind. Self-exiled, in a shuttle stolen from two priest, dead by my own hand, I sat atop the crumbling Pillars of the Sky and cursed the Almighty. I cursed Her with my entire history, and pushed the shuttle over the edge. I wanted to die there, atop that proud, evil member of the world. Right under Her eye. Let Her soft eyes scratch with the dust, my dust. In the distance I heard the great wings of the flying reptiles. Soon I'll be dead, I thought, and a day won't go by, when my bleached bones don't pass under Her gaze.

I woke up days later in confinement, in a cell in a mining outpost. Two Tribunal friendlies took me back to the capital. I told them of what I had done. I actually confessed of evil done to the priest of evil. But there was no guilt. So here I am...now a decorated general. I kill. I hate. I curse. I seek my own death, and I am rewarded. I have learned that the overly-righteous need people like me to do what they cannot. The zealots need minions of murders who've forsaken their own souls.

While the fleets build, while the resources run ever lower, while the workers die in droves from constant double shifts, while the priests and the locals sway the masses, while society is being carved into classes, while faith is corrupted into blindness, while hope is turned to lust, I have been given the task of undoing the society we inherited from the our peaceful years. As General of the Interior, I have first off the responsibility to maintain and further the defense of our planets and our internal warp points. However, my second charge, one that is not reported on and the one that takes far more time, is what we call culling the masses. The grand scheme is quite simple. All research is going toward designing superstructures. These planet like things will be in essence, giant work centers--grand centers of industry. After their construction is complete, I also have the task of overseeing that every citizen be transported to these work centers along with all industry.

The galaxy is evolving...the Norak need to evolve as well. After all citizens are removed from the planets, they will be home to the select, what we call, the Enlightened. As the workers toil, the Enlightened will persue, through all means necessary, to facilitate their evolution into cosmic beings. This is what lies behind the Tribunals. They are just the stewards, the heralds of the future. A society toiling for another, supporting, feeding, taking care of everything, so they can meditate toward evolution.

The present turmoil masks our intentions. External wars mask our inner workings. The Beginning was a band of dusty, disobedient monks brooding in a cave, formulating a vision. I am the Middle, the Facilitator. The End is a Machine, a perfect social machine, producing a Face which will one day intimidate even She who knows no rival.

This project will be my Last. It will take me the rest of my life to complete it. It's vision is my volition. Its hopes are my streets. My destiny stands in its light, or it does not stand at all. I can do nothing else--may it be my gift to the galaxy, and not the curse I fear it to be.

Ragnarok

June 21st, 2002, 09:44 PM

Originally posted by Jmenschenfresser:
And I wrote this just for you.
Wow, I feel super special now. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif Thanks for writing that though. haha.

TerranC

June 22nd, 2002, 04:38 AM

Norak = Devout Followers of Nietzsche

Irony in itself. This is becoming more interesting as it goes along http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

spacefan

June 25th, 2002, 02:21 AM

Aboard the cruiser, Alpha Tau
Personal Log of Lord Alzene

I received a message from the Lord Huju recently, in regards to the quandry my project has found itself in. It seems the Norak have sent a cease fire proposal which involved this ship as a large part of the bargaining.

Strangely enough, the translators had difficulty understanding a Norak expression, which literally means, Flag Ship. Through local transmissions in Knoglam with the Norak presence there, Lord Knoglam learned that the phrase Flag Ship meant the leaders' ship, or a ship that represents the entire empire somehow.

This is of course pure insanity, not only because we never had one ship that somehow represented all of Fazrah. Even if we did, I can say for certain it would not be a Construction Ship run by me. If such a thing existed at all, it would be some large weapon-loaded warship.

The reason my plan was foiled, was simply that the Norak regarded my ship as the most important of all, and therefore moved to surround it. As part of the Norak cease-fire proposal that Lord Knoglam agreed too, my ship and its escort will be granted free passage to Huju.

Lord Knoglam hounded me rather incessantly about my project and its silliness, but the humorous part is that the only reason it failed was because the Norak thought my ship was a "Flag Ship" and I was an "Admiral".

I have since heard that the Sallegans, Norak and Praetorians all have "Flag Ships" and "Admirals" which lead their entire militaries into battle, and are highly revered.

The silliness of these titles is one of the few things the System lords can agree on these days. From talking with Lord Huju, it seems every System is disputing with neighbors about military protection, free trade and anything else they can find to disagree.

The politics make me a bit naseous, but then they are a lot more normal than the pre-war unity. As a summary of what I know, Lord Huju and the entire Huju populous are rebuilding slowly, in the aftermath of massive losses from the Praetorian war fleet. In Huju, the war is now called the Massacre, and all taste for war has been sapped from Lord Huju and followers. This is good news for me, as I shall definitely be welcomed in Huju as an advocate of peace.

On the bad side, the balance of power among Fazrah has shifted away from the Huju system to the Knoglam system. Huju has always been a bit cut off from the rest of Fazrah, and this is cause for Lord Knoglam stating that if the empire is rebuilt as one, it should be centered in Knoglam.

Arguing his case well, Lord Knoglam has managed to collect a fleet of over a dozen cruisers in Knoglam. These warships bolster his power and agressiveness almost daily, and Lord Knoglam has already begun gathering support from other System lords for his political agenda, which calls for a new empire of Fazrah with him as leader, and a military agenda. It is likely he would support an attack on the CueCappa, whose agents seem to have replenished the espionage threat that had faltered when the Norak agents pulled out. Lord Huju has promised to oppose such a plan, and I have promised my opposition as well.

In all likelihood, within the next year or so, there will be two factions of Fazrah, instead of the nearly dozen there are now. The question now is which side the System lords will join. The war fleet is composed of forces from only a few systems, so those will be most crucial. If Lord Knoglam gains support from all the War Ships, he can simply suppress our faction.

sachmo

June 26th, 2002, 06:53 PM

More! More! More!

geoschmo

June 26th, 2002, 08:56 PM

2417.1

The small ship exited the lights and colors of the wormhole and plunged into the inky darkness of the Osshod Nebulae. The pilot immediately changed course, circled around, cut power to the minimum and watched the stellar portal closely for any signs that he was followed. The radiation from the Nebulae made sensors inoperable and visual sighting impossible beyond a distance of 1500 kilometers. For ships travelling at near relativistic speeds, 1500 kilometers was less than nothing.

The thought of running into another ship in this soup briefly crossed his mind. Entire fleets of warships could pass through the same sector and even amongst each other’s formations and not even realize it. But the sheer size of space made the chance of that infinitesimal. That was something that spacers took for granted usually. But he was no spacer, so it bothered him regardless.

His sensors would not help him detect a ship if it were following him, and his eyes, even at this close range would not help if the ship were cloaked. But even a cloaked ship caused minute fluctuations in warp points as they passed through. It was those fluctuations that he was looking for now. Once reassured that there was no one behind him, he set his course for the coordinates he had been given. Somewhere in this nebula was another ship, one belonging to the Sergetti Empire. He was to rendezvous with it, meet with it's occupant, and enter into negotiations to sell his soul.

He thought back over the seventeen years since that awful day when his universe had turned upside down. He thought about the chain of events that had led him down this path to treason. In fact he had already been tried and convicted in abstentia for high crimes against the Sallegan Republic, but he rejected that.

Before this day if he had been guilty of anything he would accept only that he had put too much trust in incompetents. His incompetent advisors that had assured him the Xi'chung were not a threat. And his incompetent nephew who allowed himself to get killed by the first shot in the war. Their incompetence had cost him his position, and nearly cost him his life. It was only by sheer luck that he had escaped the obliteration of Capitol City as he had taken that precise moment to visit the Space Yard to personally berate the incompetent mangers in charge of construction.

In the chaos surrounding the bombardment anyone who knew his whereabouts on that day was killed. Fearing for his life he had taken to the caves along with hundreds of others in the outer province. Whether it was fear or shame that had prevented him from revealing his identity to his fellow survivors that terrible day he know longer knew, and he know longer cared. Whatever the cause it had been a wise decision. One that had saved his life. For upon his triumphant return that megalomaniac Grandow had issued orders for his arrest, not even knowing whether he was alive, and not even caring whether he was guilty.

The trial had been a swift one, as all kangaroo courts are he thought. He had watched it on the television from the safety and anonymity of a refugee camp. He had decided then that his days as Senator Dravis Flicken were over. With forged papers, he worked his way onto a colony ship and set out for the Usphada system.

Five years of manual labor producing minerals for the Republic had hardened his heart as much as his body. Another five of work more to his talents, advancing up the ranks of colony management had led to his present position as the real power behind the incompetent Governor Simpson of Usphada III. He could not risk taking the reins of power openly himself without being recognized. Before Simpson he had resigned himself to never achieving his revenge on Grandow and dying a lonely anonymous death on a backwater world of the Republic. But in this man he had found a true lump of clay that he could mold in his image. And through this man he would get that revenge.

But he had never allowed before allowed his anger for the Admiral to take him down the road he was now travelling. He had never lost his love for the Republic, or at least that is what he told himself. Even now as he waited for the ship containing the enemies of his beloved Republic, he believed that the ends justified the means.

He knew it was very likely that his plan would fail. And even if it succeeded he knew he would probably be viewed poorly by history. But he had to do something. He couldn't sit back and let that man destroy everything that thousands of years of Sallegan progress had built.

He reached the coordinates and waited…

geoschmo

June 27th, 2002, 06:18 AM

2417.1 Continued

Along with the coordinates, he had been given a frequency to monitor, but no other information about what to expect. After a time his communication system chirped and the sergetti ship pulled into view. It was much larger than his own ship, probably frigate class, although Flicken was not all that good at identifying those sort of things. Space ships had never held much facination for him. As long as they got him where he wanted to go he cared for little else.

This ship did not have the sleek cylindrical shapes that he was used to with Sallegan ships. It appeared to his untrained eye to be just a series of large spheres joined together with some engines hung off the back almost as an afterthought. He had been told to maintain strict radio silence to avoid detection, and suddenly realized he didn't know how he was going to dock with this thing as he had been given no instructions. As soon as that thought formed though several lights along the side of the Sergetti ship began flashing in a rythmic pattern drawing his eyes towards what was obviously a docking portal.

He nuged his ship slowly closer until the magnetic clamps took hold and locked their ships fast. He made his way to the airlock and stepped through into the Sergetti ship. The sergetti airlock was very similer to his own. Idly he supposed there was only so many ways to design one of these things afterall. The only major difference was a complete lack of furniture of any kind. In fact the only thing in the room was an enviroonmental suit hanging on a hook in the wall. A closer examination showed the suit appeared to be designed for Sallgan pysiology. As he had been on their ship for several minutes now and had no communication from his hosts, Flicken surmised that they were waiting for him to put the suit on.

As soon as he did so he heared a hissing and gurgling sound and the chamber rapidly began filling with water. The suit had some sort of breathing aparatus and something that appeared to be a communication device, but it was not very well insulated. The water was painfully cold. So much so that Flicken started to wonder if he would be able to function in it. He had no medical training, but he knew what hypothermia was, and what kind of effect it had on the Sallgean body. His body started to shiver uncontrolably

Once the chamber was full the inner door opened and Flicken floated face to face for the first time with a member of the Sergetti race. Three meters long, and except for a larger head and arms it was the spitting image of the sea snakes that inhabited his homeworld. Seeing his discomfort with the water temperature the Sergetti swam towards him, reached out and pressed a button on the sleeve of the suit. Flicken felt the warmth flow over his body as the environmental suits heating system kicked in.

Through the water Flicken could hear sereval clicks and whistles that he assumed was the aliens method of speech. His guess was confirmed when the communicator/translator crackled to life with a mechanical sounding voice speaking in Sallegan, "That is better, no?" Flicken nodded his approval, the shivers almost completely subsided now.

"What is your designation, er, your name? Is that the word?" The Sergetti asked.

"My name is Davisen," Flicken replied, using the name he had adopted all those years before. "I speak for Governor Simpson of Usphada III."

"You may call me Riesta. My Queen wishes for me to be blunt with you. Why do you seek to betray your government?" The Sergetti had been swimming slowly around but stopped and locked eyes with Flicken while he waited for a response.

"My governor and I, and many others in this part of the Sallegan Republic believe that it is our government that has betrayed us. They have failed to give us adequate protection from the Norak in the area. And now we have learned that they are prepared to give back the gains that we have fought and bled for for their own security. We feel this is a bad policy. We believe the Norak are not to be trusted." Flicken had told himself these things so many times he almost believed them. "Our Admiral is a shortsighted fool. He seized power years ago in a time of crises, and has refused to relinquish it. He has caused mch suffering among my people, and the Sergetti people in his attempt to keep the masses afraid and in line."

"So," Riesta interupted "This is why your people have invaded our territory and enslaved our populations?"

"Yes. Governor Simpson is prepared to return your planets to you in return for your assistance." Flicken stated flatly. The fact was Simpson had no knowledge of this meeting, and would probably have wet his pants at the thougth of conspiring with the Sergetti.

"What is this assistance you need?" Riesta asked warily "We cannot openly oppose the Norak, we have a treaty with them. We are not particularly fond of their expansionism in the area, but they have not captured our people or destroyed our vessles as you have."

"No, we understand this. We do not ask you to take arms against the Norak. We will deal with them. We have many ships that are loyal to our cause. But we need time. We need your ships to interfere with communications between Usphada and the Sallegan Homeworld. And when we deal with the Norak here will need your assistance in dealing with the Sallegan fleets that are sure to come to respond. Many will be tied up in Cephredi as this action will likely cause open warfare between the Norak and Sallegan fleets amassed there, but enough will come that it could be a problem for us."

Riesta considered Flickens words for a moment without speaking. "And for this assistance, you will agree to remove your fleets and your colonies from Usphada and Narcisston once you have seized control of your government?"

"Yes." Flicken answered without hesitation.

"Then go, we shall do as you request. But do not fail us, and do not allow the Norak to learn of this arangement."

With that Riesta swam away into the interior of the ship and left Flicken to make his own way back to his ship.

...

geoschmo

July 1st, 2002, 09:16 PM

2417.3

In retrospect it was remarkable that the Sallgan rebels had managed even the small amount of damage they did in the brief battle in Usphada. They outnumbered the Norak warships by 4 to 1, but these were not the outdated Norak ships that the Sallegan navy had faced in the Battle of Cephredi a couple of years before. These four ships were top of the line Norak battle ships, with much superior weponry, and the mysterious Religious Tailsmans that the Sallegans had so far been unable to decipher.

While the rebels did have three Grandow class Battle Cruisers, they were early units of the series, including the initial Grandow herself, serial 0001. The remainder of the fleet were pratically relics. Frigates, and destroyers with hoplessly outdated weaponry and little or no combat electronics. Remainders of the Xi'Chung and Sergetti wars pressed into service due to the recent tensions and assigned to what was supposed to be a security post in a less critical area of the empire. In fact a couple of the Desroyers had actually taken part in the invasion of the Xi'Chung homeworld and were scheduled to be given to the naval museum as soon as the situation allowed. A few of their youngest crewmembers were not as old as the ships they were serving on.

In tonnage and number of weapons it was far closer to an even fight than the number of ships relayed, and in fact in quality the Norak were far superior. Despite this the Sallegans did manage to destroy one Texas V class Battleship, although the rest of the Norak vessels escaped apparently without scratch. Many of the smaller Sallegan vessels were destroyed by the first Norak volleys before even making to their own weapons ranges.

Davisen/Flicken had done a careful job of selecting officers for key fleet positions that were loyal to their cause. This in conjunction to a well timed Sergetti interferance had resulted in Admiral Grandow not being aware of the operation until it was too late to stop it. He attempted to warn the Norak government of the plot, but his signals either did not arrive in time, or were not taken seriously.

Apporpriate appologies were expressed over the loss of Norak life on the battleship. Grandow considered them all very fortunate that that was the extent of the losses. He could not imagine the damage to Sallegan/Norak relations at such a critical juncture in the peace process had the rebels succeded in their attack. It very likely could have lpunged the quadrant into a war that neither side would have recovered from in his lifetime.

In fact, since most of his frontline ships could not leave the Cephredi system, he had to dispatch the fleet garrisoning the Xi'Chung homeworld. He was not even sure they would have been able to deal with the rebel fleet in Ushpada had they been victorious. If they managed to get through this crises Grandow decided he needed to have a talk with his minister in charge of keeping the fleet retrofits up to date.

Despite the incident the Norak government showed restraint. Negotiations were finalized to turn the colony in Narcisston back over to Norak control. The order was sent, although Grandow was not sure who was at the receiving end. The loyalist fleet he dispatched from Organtrix would not be in Narcisston for four months, and though he had issued orders for Governor Simpson to be arrested, communications had been sporadic from the eastern systems. Most of his concrete information over the Last couple months had come from the Norak themselves. There was still a large Sallegan fleet in Narcisston, and he was afraid that considering the events of late, he was not totally sure of their loyalty.

geoschmo

July 1st, 2002, 10:03 PM

2417.5

The "rebellion" was falling apart before it had even started. In fact most Sallegans in the eastern systems were not even aware they were involved in a rebellion. The distances involved nessecitated a lot of compartmentalization. Governor Simpson was the ranking representative of the Rebublic for the Usphada and Narciston systems, and as such his orders were obeyed unless contradicted by direct communication from the Sallegan homeworld.

The Sergetti communication interferance had been quite effective. The few Messages that got through from the Space Service made little sense out of context of the other information on hand. A few officals and Naval officers had suspicions, but nothing that could be confirmed. They chose to wait for this confirmation to disobeying direct orders from the appointed local leadership and risk ending their carrers. If perhaps they had talked amongst themselves more they would have relized they weren't alone in their suspicions and things could have been ended sooner. But this was a war, declared or not, and in war you obeyed you superiors or people got killed.

After the catastrophe in Usphada, Governor Simson had almost a complete mental breakdown. He was sure that any minute the full force of the Sallegan navy would come puring in from Organtrix to crush him. Davisen/Flicken had him isolated and began to issue orders more openly to the eastern colonies.

About this time the message filtered through the Norak representatives on Narcisston VIII that the Sallgan republic had turned control of the colony back over to them and ordered the Sallegan troops and ships to leave the sector immedietly and relocate to Narcisston VI. Flicken refused, and informed the fleet that it was a forged order and told them that the Sallegan Navy had been destroyed in Cephredi and that there was an open state of war between the two empires.

Whether it was their strict code of obedience, or the vision of their fellow officers and crew in Usphada being cut down by the Norak, the Sallgan fleet in Narcisston chose to follow Flicken's instructions and refused to move.

On the surface of the planet things were different. Major General Jackson of the Sallegan Space Marines had been stationed on the planet for several months and had grown to have a deep respect for the Norak people and their religion. He had his doubts about the current Tribunal government, but he strongly believed that war with the Norak was a mistake.

When presented with evidence of the agreement by Kelraeck the Norak formerly the Governor of Narciston VIII, he believed it. He didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was clear that Governor Simpson was not acting in the interests of peace. He ordered his troops to turn over control of the planet to the Norak despite Simpsons orders.

Flicken was furious. He joined the fleet over the planet and informed the officers that the planet had rebeled with the help of disloyal marines and that the planet was to be destroyed immedietly. Having no defenses other than the the ships that had now turned on them, the planet fell quickly. There were no survivors among the Norak or the Sallegan marines defending them.

When Grandow learned of this he was distraught. He had just sent an official offer of a non-aggresion pact to the Norak government, and he had no doubt that the Tribunal had recieved almost simultaneously the treaty offer and the knowledge of the destruction of their colony. He tried to put himself in their position and think what he would do if presented with such treachery. He hoped that they valued peace as much as he did would not allow this additional incident to stop it. He ordered the fleet in Cephredit to their highest level of preparedness in case things fell apart. The next 48 hours would be critical.

TerranC

July 2nd, 2002, 03:33 AM

Just a wild question; if you don't mind answering; out of the blue:

When is the gold Version of this incredible game starting on pbw?

Jmenschenfresser

July 2nd, 2002, 03:11 PM

Well, this was really supposed to just be an experiment. We started with 1.49 because I didn't have Gold at the time.

Honestly, I don't know if I would even consider doing another one. Don't want to write through all of the same stuff that happens to an empire in the first turns.

However, and this is something I think the lot of us have only learned in the Last 50-80 turns, these role play-writing games are only as fun as your imagination. Turn an attack into a conspiracy, like Geo did....much more fun.

I can see that this genre of SE4 game could really be exploited with designed maps and pre-written storylines.

Who knows...maybe I would do another...dunno.

geoschmo

July 2nd, 2002, 03:44 PM

Well, I am definetly looking to do another one at some point. Maybe a few months down the road. If Mencsh doesn't join I will be sad, but I am sure there will be many that can step in. I can certainly understand his feeling about doing all the begnining stuff again. The next History will be totally seperate from this one. I will use a different race. If anyone chooses to use the same races that are in this game it will be totally separate histories. Not an actual continuation or anything.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

July 2nd, 2002, 04:33 PM

2417.3
Raehar decided his typing would be more efficient if he got rid of this glass of Praetorian gin. Putting it on the floor, precariously close to his own foot, he went on entering coordinates and codes and technical stuff he was still getting even the most elementary hang of.
Being a rebel, he thought, is a multi-disciplinary job. In the Last months, he's learned how to use several light weapons, pilot an escort class ship, decode transmissions using a juiced up Version of the universal translator coupled with a stolen Xaiti high-intelligence probability program, and preach the sermon of fanatics and outsiders. He'd spent the Last week convincing planetary officials in several eastern systems to feed him a little information now and then, if not join outright. Several old friends who no doubt thought him too idealistic to think him dangerous.
But it was hard talking to them about change. The ones in power benefitted from every corrupt profit the Tribunal's were making, few caring about the billions slaving away beneath the social foundations. Raeghar's rebels controlled all power in the local system, and that despite the fact that the core members numbered only a few thousand among millions. He hated that they had resorted to threats, bribes and even murder in order to keep the other local officials from ratting them out. Raeghar was sure the Counsel knew something. Certainly, some word had reached their ears, but as the galaxy swooned with confusion there was little chance of any sustained effort to root the rebels out.
This was his second transmission. Those faithless god-mongers demanded proof of some kind. Here it was. As before his transmission was being bounced off of a roaming satellite somewhere in the thick of a nearby nebula.
If the Tribunals traced the signal, thought Raeghar, they'd spend till Time ran out combing that soup looking for him. May the Almightly grant favors to the fools who seek to rectify the disgraces of their own people.

Several weeks later...

Raeghar's head still pounded. A small patch of blood encrusted cloak looked back at him in the mirror. He wondered who it was that had attempted to smash his skull back at the local tavern. A disgruntled Sergetti conspirator? A Norak agent? A Farzah mercenary? A Xaiti mercenary? He could have gone on for hours making a list and checking it twice. Probably just a drunk who mistook me for someone else, he concluded. If it really had been someone with a purpose, he wouldn't still be living. No one knew his real name. No one outside of the leaders of their rebellion.
As the pain killers finally kicked in, Raeghar tried to take stock of the Last months. It was in the same bar that he met a Sergetti outlaw, claiming to be a local miner/trader/philosopher. The Sergetti quickly took to Raeghar as they discussed every quirky thing they could think of, and for every odd question the Sergetti could pose, Raeghar, because of his formal training in rhetoric and thought, had an answer...or at least one good enough to impress a novice philosopher. The Sergetti went off talking about how the Sallega Empire had wrong his people, that they had killed his father in the war, and how most of his people have been living since then. He described what he called the Oasis on one of the old Sergetti worlds, where those who refused to integrate themselves into Sallegan society were stuck. If only half of his rants were true, no doubt this was a horrible place. Such a place existed in the Norak Continuum as well. Many Zynarra and Xi'Chung were sent there. No doubt, thought Raeghar, these instant cities, as the populace called them, have been revived for the criminal and for those opposed to the Tribunals. Two populations..divided by too many laws.

The Sergetti was looking to talk to someone inside the Norak rebellion. He claimed he had it on good authority that he could find them here. So he had, thought Raeghar. Raeghar told him to come around to this address the next morning....as early as possible.

Punctual, Raeghar opened the door to the same grinning face he'd left in the bar the previous night.

"Would you like a cup of Praetorian tea?" Raeghar asked.
"No, I can't stand the stuff."
"I really can't offer you much else. It seems a bit early to do any drinking. I'm quite a poor man, but I get by. Since we're neglected by the Continuum, about all we find in the markets have the stamp of the Praetorian systems."
"I'd rather just get this meeting on. Where's the rebel leaders?" he asked as they sat down.
Raeghar just stared back him.
"You mean.... You're head of this operation? But...you're...a..."
"Priest," said Raeghar. "I used to be one. Escaped from Xiban in a military freighter."
"I wasn't expecting a....."
"I am all that you will get. I am as high as you will get. I am the only one you will meet, so please, say what you came to say."
"I am not comfortable with you, priest. I know priests don't think like regular people. They're about the most unpredictable type to deal with. However, we seek the assistance of your...rebellion, if you even call it that."
"We do, even if do so lying down."
"How shall I start? The Sergetti have become a bitter people. I would even venture to say that we only still breath because one cannot stop one's chest and still curse the Sallega. As I am sure you know, the Sergetti have never had much of a problem with the Norak. We allowed you to colonize in our homesystems, mingle with our people, trade.... But we cannot abide the prosperity of our enemy, the Sallega. It is because of taking our homeworlds, our space, that they stand in the glow of their wealth today. Without our lands they would be stuck in their own system. We've moved on in space and worlds, but not in time or spirit. And finally, after years of waiting, hating, biding out time, the hour, nay the minute has come for action. That is why I am here. To enlist your help, to bring down the Sallega."
"I have no quarrel with the Sallega. My quarrel is with Norak, the Tribunals, to be precise."
"Hear me out. Our agents have infiltrated the Sallegan military, especially their eastern fleets, and subsequent commanders, to such a degree we can move fifty ships without any knowledge of it reaching the Sallega High Command."
"Impressive...but still I fail to see your reason for enlisting me."
"In fact, this very moment, our plan is in action."
"So you plan to use Sallegan ships to attack the eastern Sallegan empire, hoping it will fall and in the ensuing chaos the Sergetti retake their homesystems."
"No."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"Yes." Raeghar said slowly. "No that wouldn't do would it. It's not complete."
"That would do, were it possible. You see, the ships we control in Upshada and Nizzarum are not the best the Sallega military has to offer. They hold other larger, more modern fleets elsewhere. After such an attack, these fleets could easily chase us from these systems. No, we are attempting what is dictated by ancient Sergetti wisdom--'Be late to a battle that is not your own.' It means if two others war against each other, march slow into battle...allow them to weaken one another first. No, priest, with these ships we will attack a third race...the Norak. So, do you now see why I am here?"
Raeghar nodded, still running over all the outcomes.
"You see, priest. We watched your Last war with the Sallega intently. At that time, we hoped your Norak would destroy enough of the Sallega that we might have a chance of pushing them back as well, but you prematurely made peace with one another."
"Even the Tribunals don't want the destruction of every society in the southern quadrants, and that is what you would have had! You must understand, the Tribunals when they infiltrated the High Counsel knew nothing but the dusty caves of Xiban III. Those who paved their way were skilled in diplomacy, but they were just agents, the real Tribunals are backwards monks. It was like having your mind expand to the size of a room. They were lost, so they attempted petty wars with the Jraenar and then the Farzah, ultimately sparking the conflict you refer to. They've changed. They are now reverting to their xenophobic ways. They have turned inward. The Tribunals don't understand the sublties of galactic negotiation and diplomacy. I have it on good authority that many of the old diplomats, those not slaughtered in the cleansings, have been reinstated....just to act as machines...machines of state."
"We could help you bring down the Tribunals."
"I fail to see how. A few Sergetti ships are useless."
"But fifty Sallegan warships...and once we have control of the empire, regain our lands, we will be in a perfect position to strike the Continuum."
"Hopeless," muttered Raeghar. "The Norak have ships, the like, you've never seen."
"Ah, but those ships could be persuaded. And I haven't told you of what we've acquired. Tectonic bombs. Ever heard of them?"
"Yes, they can reduce a planet into just a bunch of asteroids in a matter of minutes."
"If you help us plan our attack against Norak defenses, we'll sell your organization all the ships and tectonic bombs you need, at a reduced price...to be paid once you regain you former places. All we ask is that you talk to your friends and help us plan an attack against a Norak world. We will then make the rest of the eastern Continuum well aware that if they take you as their leader, we will not destroy them."

Not long after that the Sergetti agent left. It was noon and Raeghar sat in his sparse kitchen thinking over the Sergetti plot. He was to meet the Sergetti outlaw in two days time...at the bar in which they had initially met. Countless doubts and questions moved over his mind like clouds, but one remained, and it was really more of a statement than a question--'perhaps this is the only option.' Realignment just might require total destruction. Tectonic bombs? Sallega fleets? Raeghar wondered if this actually was a Sergetti plot, or was there someone else behind it. He thought only the Norak and the Praetorians had such weapons. Possibly the Sallega, but certainly not the Sergetti. Killing Norak civilians, he muttered to himself. And that was the first time in which he considered that possibly, everyone of the more than 30 billion Norak still working, slaving for the Tribunals were guilty, deserving death.

--To Be Continued--

Jmenschenfresser

July 2nd, 2002, 05:25 PM

I think I might participate in another if I can find something brand new and original to take on. I might enjoy playing a pirate race, or some such odd race that isn't going to play anything like the Norak. Possibly a pirate/nomad/mercenary race...but that might take a mod. Dunno.

I think the important question is what are we going to do with this history game. Go on forever...kill it off....kill off each other....declare galactic peace.

sachmo

July 2nd, 2002, 08:58 PM

Originally posted by Jmenschenfresser:
I think I might participate in another if I can find something brand new and original to take on. I might enjoy playing a pirate race, or some such odd race that isn't going to play anything like the Norak. Possibly a pirate/nomad/mercenary race...but that might take a mod. Dunno.

I think the important question is what are we going to do with this history game. Go on forever...kill it off....kill off each other....declare galactic peace.How about trying the Rage? Now that would be a challenge! How many different ways can you say, "You die now!"? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

dmm

July 2nd, 2002, 10:15 PM

Originally posted by Jmenschenfresser:
I think the important question is what are we going to do with this history game. Go on forever...kill it off....kill off each other....declare galactic peace.My suggestion: The Norak should declare a jihad to cleanse the galaxy, like Paul "Muadib" Atreides did in the Dune series. (Also like the end game always is in Risk.) The top leaders can be cynical, the minor leaders earnest, and the masses fanatical. Hear the words of DMM the Oracle: I predict that if you attack, you will destroy a great empire!

geoschmo

July 3rd, 2002, 05:00 AM

Originally posted by dmm:
Hear the words of DMM the Oracle: I predict that if you attack, you will destroy a great empire!Yeah, probably mine. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

Baron Munchausen

July 3rd, 2002, 05:20 AM

Heh... Too bad he's already heard of that particular Oracle trick, dmm.

Jmenschenfresser

July 3rd, 2002, 03:25 PM

Perhaps....but the Last thing I want to do is end up writing the history of the galaxy by myself.

spacefan

July 4th, 2002, 01:24 AM

Encyclopedia of Galactic History
59th edition, 2996GE
Book 75: The Fazrah
Chapter 7: The Factions

After the near-complete loss of the prized Fazrah battle-fleet, and after the attack from Praetorian warships on the Huju system, and subsequent withdrawl of said ships, the shocked and frightened Lords who remained on the Huju homeworld agreed to peace with the Praetorian and Norak empires.

Representing a new message in Fazrah history, the citizens of Huju denounced war and violence as a means of action and decommissioned all mercenaries and other soldiers under their control. The overwhelming, quick and devastating nature of their loss in the First Battle of Huju convinced those who had experienced it that warfare is nasty and brutish whether you win or lose. This might have been a short lived philosophy even in Huju if Lord Alzene had not taken asylum in Sallegan territory. Once the treaty with the Norak was confirmed Alzene returned to Huju, and was welcomed in open arms as the first to advocate peace. Though Alzene was not the leader of the new Huju Faction that arose, he became the main ambassador and spokesman for it.

In sharp contrast to System Huju's message of peace, was the rebuilding of Fazrah military might occuring in what used to be outlying provinces and lesser territory. In the confusion of Huju's tragic defeat, the leader of the Knoglam system asserted that the empire could be rebuilt, and that Fazrah lords had become too soft. He ordered his supporters to build what ships they could and help him amass a warfleet worthy of the Fazrah name. Lord Knoglam planned to reunite the Fazrah under his rule and shift control of it to Knoglam from the Huju homeworld. He wanted to avoid a fight with the stronger powers until he had shown his fellow lords the rewards of war, by defeating such lesser powers as the Cue Cappan and Amon'krie.

When Lord Alzene visited orbit of Lord Knoglam's homeworld, looking for support for Huju, Lord Knoglam knew the Fazrah would remain splintered until he could show the Huju lords that war lead to victory, not defeat. He toyed with the idea of assasinating Alzene, but decided it would create a backlash against Knoglam.

While the two factions looked for support for other System Lords, some Lords decided they didn't want to be united for peace or for war, and just wanted to be left alone with their own agendas. Thus the Rim faction formed as a loosely governed council for the sole purpose of spreading the idea of more independence. They merely argued that no person, region, planet or system should be forced to work for some "greater whole" regardless of whether it was for peace or war. The faction was named Rim because the outermost systems of Fazrah space signed the original statement of intent. They felt that any union would force the rim systems to work for the core systems with no benefit for themselves.

Thus three factions of Huju were formed, with their own agendas and leaders, and conVersions from one to the other were frequent due to lobbying or political events in other empires.

dumbluck

July 16th, 2002, 11:25 PM

So, did the Galactic Core go nova or something? I haven't been able to pick up the Galactic News Network for a week or two now...

Ragnarok

July 17th, 2002, 06:25 AM

Originally posted by dumbluck:
So, did the Galactic Core go nova or something? I haven't been able to pick up the Galactic News Network for a week or two now...Yeah what's up wit dis? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/confused.gif No new storys in awhile. Not complaining but nothing has been going on with this. Is it at a stand stillright now due to someones RL? Just curious.

geoschmo

July 17th, 2002, 02:25 PM

No, the game is still going. We lost Spacefan, but the rest of us are still playing. Just finding it hard to post. I thought Mensch had more to go on his story there. I will have a post soon relating my taking revenge on the Sergetti for their meddling of late.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

July 17th, 2002, 03:04 PM

Sorry people. I posted my Last one and then just ran outta steam. I have half of the next one to post...but am finding it hard to take the time to write on it.

But there might be more to write on in the near future. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Ragnarok

July 17th, 2002, 03:26 PM

Originally posted by Jmenschenfresser:
Sorry people. I posted my Last one and then just ran outta steam. I have half of the next one to post...but am finding it hard to take the time to write on it.

But there might be more to write on in the near future. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif Oh ok, that's totally fine guys, understandable in all areas... I can see how you could loose some steam for writing if you do it long enough. It'd happen to me if I actually wrote. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif Don't worry about it if you can't post, we're all patient. At least most of us are. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Skulky

July 17th, 2002, 09:54 PM

When, and if, i get aroudn to it i think ill turn this thread into text file for easy viewing (only the stories) any thoughts?

geoschmo

July 18th, 2002, 04:14 AM

Year 2419.2 (The beginning of the end)

Commander Dennison looked over the pile of reports on his desk. The condition of the fleets in Cephredi were just shameful. It was his job to rectify that. He only hoped that the Norak gave him the time to do it.

He reviewed the threat assesments. Nothing new there. Things had calmed down considerably in a remarkably short time. He hoped his intelligence was right and that the the internal flux apparently going on within the Continuum would prevent them taking any action against the Republic.

He expected that the Amonkrie and Cue Cappa would be no problem for them here in Cephredi, even if they were to go crazy and attack. But it's been so long since either of them made a peep. There was no reason to expect a change from either of them. The Pretorians had no ships within three systems distance. Neither did the Sergetti.

For that matter according to the recent reports coming from the east, the Sergetti may not have any ships anywhere. Grandow had apparently taken upon himself the personal mission to remove every Last vestige of the Sergetti empire from the galaxy. Not that Dennison blamed him all that much. Their meddling had very nearly cost the Republic their empire, and would assuradly have cost Dennison his own life along with the rest of the Sallegans in the Cephredi system. Official positions notwithstanding, he had no illusions about holding off the Norak fleets were it to come to that.

No, the Norak were the threat that he was preparing for. And there was little hope of any assistance coming from the homesystem, and even less hope of assistance from the Fazrah. They had for all practical purposes ceased to exsist as an organized government. The planets were still there, but with the fleet losses to the Praetorians and Norak in the recent war, their remaining sytems had reverted to there prewar chaotic state. No, no help coming from there, Dennison thought.

He picked up the retrofit reports again and had just started reviewing them, when the red alert klaxon started blaring. Dennison jumped up and ran to the operations center, "What's going on!" he barked over the din of alarms and officers shouting at one another.

"Commander. It's the Norak. They are attacking sir!" the lieutenant said. The man was very obviously close to breaking down.

"Get ahold of yourself man. Where are they attacking?" He asked the Lt.

"Everywhere sir." the man stammered.

"My god!" Dennison exclaimed. Just then he saw the tactical screen. The Norak were attacking in a two pronged assault. Even if all the ships orbiting the two Sallgan colonies had been fully operational, they would have been no match for the Norak and their damn tailsmans. As it was, fully half of the ships under his command were in various states of repair and retrofit. It was going to be a slaughter.

Just then he heard the first explosions in the distance as the norak ships had sliced through the fleet and began pounding the planets surface. "Open a channel to Narcisston. Now!"

FLASH TRAFFIC........CEPHREDI SYSTEM UNDER ATTACK....ATTACKERS POSITVLY IDENTIFIED AS NORAK......REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE......REPEAT....CEPHREDI SYSTEM UNDER ATT...................................

Quikngruvn

July 18th, 2002, 08:07 AM

(The beginning of the end)
It's a shame it has to end... it's been a great read!

Quikngruvn

geoschmo

July 18th, 2002, 12:49 PM

Originally posted by Quikngruvn:
<blockquote>quote:<hr />(The beginning of the end)
It's a shame it has to end... it's been a great read!

Quikngruvn<hr /></blockquote>Heh, I am not saying it's ending for everybody. But depending on what the Norak do over the next few turns I could be in serious trouble. And it is afterall close to turn 200. How many SEIV games go that long? Not very many PBW games for sure.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

July 18th, 2002, 04:32 PM

Finally another post.

2417.3 Continued...

Raeghar showed up at the pre-arranged meeting with the Sergetti outlaw. His excuse was weak. He told him that he had talked to his associates about the offer and they had declined. In reality, the opposite was true. He never told them anything and had he, most likely, they would have jumped on it. Their core constituency was growing more restless and exceedingly violent. Raeghar regretted not taking the Sergetti up on the offer for the reason that he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold onto his position.

The logic was simple. If the Sallega Empire fell, the Tribunals would proceed unopposed...perhaps even pounce upon several systems...sharing in the spoils. The Sallega were the only ones in a real position to oppose the Norak Continuum. No, Raeghar had his own plan, and although the math certainly didn't produce the solution he had in mind, somehow he knew it would work.

Raeghar strode into the drab government office, the Last one down a long hall. The man sitting before him had no title. Politicians loved titles. This man loved power and with that said, he had it. He was the Tribunal's insider for this system. Raeghar didn't know exactly what such men did, but he did know that they were the arteries of the Tribunal's system of government. Had he gone to the local police, a local politician, or even the governor of the planet, a cagey maze of red tape would have clamped down upon his plan. No, this took skill and required inside work.

"Sit down." The Tribunal strong man, although common looking was not to be trifled with. "I told you over the net that your coming here was a one way trip...and yet you showed up. That in and of itself speaks....justifies this message you bring. You're a wanted man, Raeghar. Unless this information can be valued over a better post and a bigger house, I will be turning you in."
"It is that important, sir."
"Out with it."
Raeghar told him of the Sergetti/Sallega plot.
"Here's what we are going to do. Two of my men will shadow you back to your house, and they will watch you day and night. For your own protection and to protect my investment in you. You are worth a lot to me. I will play this to my greatest benefit...never forget that. I will contact the Counsel...perhaps even the Speaker. And you will be hearing from me."
"That's it."
"There is one other thing. Why didn't you take the Sergetti's offer. Certainly to a rebellion, a better offer could not be made."
"The rebellion is going no where. I too weigh such situations, and his offer came up lacking. I think I have more to gain in destroying his plot than aiding it."
"If all you say is true, and half of it comes to pass, and your coming forth prevents certain situations, then I agree. You might have much to gain. You know, since you fled our people like a dishonest Farzah dog, upholding ancient ideals, unwilling to see the future, much has changed in the Continuum. The Tribunals have become quite the opportunists. No one talks as I am sure you do. Society has become a machine."
"That says only one thing."
"What would that be, Raeghar?"
"Machines don't operate just to show off how tightly their gears and wheels fit together...they produce...as in a product outside itself."
"Yea...it's called a better society."

Every night Raeghar prayed that Tallik's burden, compared to his, was airy and light. The proof had been sent, and with that, reclined in his chair, his toes curled up against the cold glass of gin. He'd just spent an hour staring at the button to send of the list...the list of names and addresses. He didn't know what to think about it all. His recent actions happened out of a higher order of instinct. Perhaps divine intervention, he thought.

No doubt news of the attack had reached the ears of the Speaker. Raeghar woke up the next day to hear of the battle in Ushpada. Two days he thought. They had waited for him...Raeghar!, to assist them, and when he turned down their help, some 20+ Sallegan warships attacked a Norak world in Ushpada. Luckily for all parties they failed...well, all except the Sergetti and the Sallegan captains. News filtered in later that day that the attack was actually the master plan of a Sallegan plot, a faction of disgruntled leaders. The origin of the Tectonic bombs was solved. Certainly, the Sallegan empire either had them, or had the funds to get them.

Raeghar still wondered if the Tribunals would declare war. Several weeks later, several weeks of silence for him, the handing over of a colony in Nizzarum went over quite awfully. Somehow the leaders of the faction who planned the attack in Ushpada had evaded Sallegan authorities and convinced the fleet stationed over Nizzarum VIII to glass the planet...killing several billion Norak and several hundred Sallegan Marines.

About a week after Raeghar had ratted out all of his friends, his comrads in rebellion to the Tribunal strong man, he paid a visit to his office. The list that Raeghar sent was his test to have his crimes pardoned and be reinstated into Norak life...even work as part of the Tribunal organization. No doubt, thought Raeghar, they need people like me...who have some experience. The Tribunal agent seemed almost glad to see him. He talked long and hard about the stir Raeghar had created and how impressed everyone was with his turn around. He even went so far as to claim that the Speaker himself apologized for any past misunderstandings.

Misunderstandings, thought Raeghar, that is quite an obtuse way of putting it.

Much to Raeghar's surprise the agent confided that the Tribunals had special need of him. It was filtering down that the Jraenar and the Praetorians might enter into open warfare, and no one in the Tribunal government had the slightest idea as to how to deal with them.

2419.2
There is a Tribunal saying that goes, "The road to paradise is paved with bodies." Such a horrible thought. How could such a place be paradise? I doubt it is. Such a place is the resting rock for those who dash themselves upon the jagged cliffs of government.

All those I served and served with on the outer rim are dead. I chose in sound mind and body to sacrifice all of them, so that the rebellion might flower and grow fruit. The Speaker himself congratulated me and pardoned my crimes, saying that I saved the galaxy from unwanted war. It had helped them to stay their hand from striking back at the Sallega. I now know why. The Norak did not have a single mine sweeper with which to clear the attack. I realized then that there could be no peace in our corner of the galaxy. Our entire history with the sallega had simply been one long military build up.

I am not sure what has become of the Praetorian conflict with the Jraenar. I haggled with them and the Jraenar. The conflict is light years away, in a part of the galaxy no Norak has seen. The Praetorian seem to be preparing a fleet but taking their time with it. Not long after I'd pricked my thumb several times trying to sort out a conflict the Norak had little to do with and involved complicated feelings of honor and retribution, the Tribunal head of the diplomatic core suddenly pulled the plug on my negotiations.

To this day, I do not know why. Not long after I was taking a stroll down the long corridors of the Xiban space station, when a familiar figure crossed the hall, like a spectre in a children's tale. I ran to catch it, but rounding the corner I found myself standing in simply another part of a giant empty corridor.

What on earth was Tallik doing walking free. I'd tried to find him since I'd returned but no one knew where he was. Most thought he'd left with me. Some said he'd been killed. Perhaps then what I saw was true. The spectre of a living man. A man lost to the world but in some realm still alive.

The old Order refused to reinstate me. The monk orders had grown cold since the Tribunal's coming to power. Their numbers were dwindling, having been the focus of several cleansings. So those holding my keys decided it would be best if I could occupy my time with something fruitful. I was given the task of the warrior priest. The warrior priest accompanies a war host in battle. To heal, to bless, to encourage and to instruct. I was put aboard a dreadnought in orbit in the Arklite system. The tradition of the warrior priest is ancient. It used to be one of the highest positions one could hold as far as prestigious matter are concerned. However, today, the Tribunals and the space navy in general kept the practice only out of tradition, not with any respect to its original reasons.

Most of the ship's crew don't care to show up to my lessons. There is a strange secularism going about the continuum, despite having such a fundamentalist government. It is as if no one cares any longer for the spiritual side of life. Perhaps we all deserve the government we've been given. I've heard it said.

Nearly thirty ships in the fleet. Most of which had been mothballed because the empire couldn't afford to keep all of them in working condition. But recently, I'd noticed more and more of them undocking and glowing with life. The fleet was being overhauled. Mine sweepers arrived with regular intervals from the outer systems. Soon the crew began running tests. All sorts. This meant only one thing...

A call to arms was issused in the middle of the night. I jumped from my bed, donned my robe and ran to the temple hall. Already several dozen of the crew were assembled. I stepped into my office, hoping to grab a quick cup of Praetorian tea, but found the second in command of the dreadnought sitting on my desk.

"What's all this?" I asked.
"Shipping out, priest."
"To where?"
"War. We've gone to war with the Sallega. Let me make this as clear as I can. About an hour ago, intersteller time, our fleet in Cephedri attacked the two Sallega fleets stationed there. We are moving out as well, and this ship has been designated as the command ship. Therefore, you are now responsible for the other warrior priests. Please inform them. This is no excercise, priest. Over the next 24 hours all men and women aboard this ship will come in rotations to you for blessing and confession. An assistant is coming aboard now to help you. He's a young priest from the Olontra system."
He turned to leave.
"Why if I may ask, are we going to war with the Sallega? I thought all was well with them? I mean, surely this is a question upon all the lips of the soldiers, and I will hear it asked a thousand times. What shall I tell them?"
"Tell them this--nothing matters so little as what happens to men, for judgement is based solely upon how they deal with it."
"I am a priest, and even to me, that is a bad answer."
"It is all you will get."
"Then may I ask where we are going."
"Into the belly of the beast."

The rebellion is no more. I see that now. There never was a rebellion. We were deluded by the status quo, we'd once known. What little understanding we have. I closed the door behind the commander and took out, not a bag of tea, but my old flask of gin. I am a fool. Who was I to think I could change the future. A man is taught many lessons in his life, and the Last is the wisdom of silence. The gin slides down cool. I walk out into the crowded temple thinking about the irony that here I am speeding toward the fate I denied, only to be the first to embrace it.

I've done more to help this evil than all those growing fat off its ill-gotten rewards.

geoschmo

July 18th, 2002, 05:30 PM

"The truth of this has oft been told
and written in the tales of old,
The birth of nations and death of kings
can turn upon the smallest things."

Simeon, from "The Eye of Salleg" chapter 14, (one of the great works of early Sallegan literature)

Year 2419.3

Many times over the decades the Sallegan people had been attacked. Many times they had been bloodied. Never had they been so badly beaten. Sallgan worlds had felt the sting of orbital bombardment, many millions of citizens had lost their lives, and countless ships had given their crews in the defense of the Republic. First in wars against the Xi'Chung, and Sergetti, then in the skirmishes against the Amonkrie, the Sergetti again, and the Norak in the first bloody battle of Cephredi so many years before. But though they had taken losses, the Sallegan soldier had always known that if he were to fall, one of his own would take his place. And if his blood were to wet the field of battle, his brothers feet would be standing on it at the end of the day. Planets could be bombed, but they never fell. Once the Sallegan flag had been raised over a world, it had never come down. Until now.

The attack was swift as it was devastating.The valliant fight put up by the defenders was in the end utter fultilty. And two Sallegan worlds were gone. The remaining planets in Cephredi had only minor defenses, and the people knew it. The rioting began almost as quickly as reports of the attacks came. They people had been on edge already over the uncertainty of the situation. Whoever said no news is better than bad news was right.

The Senate was called into emergency session, and almost immedietly voted overwhelmingly to start an immediate investigation into the policies and procedures that had allowed the fleet to be in such a poor state of preparedness. As if an investigation would do anything, Grandow thought. By the time they even get their pencils sharpened, the Norak could be here. As of yet, there were no Norak ships in the Home system, but he knew they were coming. Already there had been some calls for Grandow to step down. They were few in number still, but they be growing. He could see that clearly enough.

Grandow knew he had been a fool to not see this attack coming so soon. A fool for believing that the moderate forces within the Continuum would be able to keep the Tribunal in check. Years of sitting behind a desk had dulled his senses to the hard cold facts of life. Many millions of Sallgeans had paid for this with their lives. Many more would before it was over he knew. Perhaps all of them. No, he expected that the Sallegan race would continue in some form or fashion. Whether or not the Republic would continue would be a matter that would be decided very soon he believed.

Grandow considered the old proverb that things were always darkest just before the dawn. But this was based on an assumtion that the sun would always rise the next day, because it always had before. He had no such assurances now.

Things were very bad, very bad indeed.

sachmo

July 18th, 2002, 08:33 PM

Come on, Sallega!
Hold em off!

geoschmo

July 18th, 2002, 08:59 PM

We shall try. I shall fight to the Last. I will give no quarter, and ask for none in return. If the lights goes down on the Sallegan Empire, then history will record this as our finest hour. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

This actually points up the difference between Role Play and regular games. Had this been a regular game and I had encountered a religious race that I had pretty much bottled up in the corner of the quadrant, I would have done evertying in my power to finish them off before they could develop those accursed tailsmans. But alas I fear that waiting till turn 200 to attempt it has sealed my doom. But I will try my best to entertain you as I go.

That is after all, the purpose of this game to begin with.

Geoschmo

Baron Munchausen

July 18th, 2002, 10:12 PM

Your mistake is holding too closely to the 'thematic' military tactics of the race. When fighting ships with the Talisman you need to open up the range by using seekers. The Jraenar could give them a fight. Or deny them direct combat altogether by using mines and other sneak tactics. Even fighters would be better than sending ships into range. At least you can split fighters into many small Groups to soak up the fire.

Quikngruvn

July 19th, 2002, 02:17 AM

Heh, I am not saying it's ending for everybody....Oops, misconception on my part. But it will have to end at some point. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif

Quikngruvn, feverishly taking notes from the Baron...

Ragnarok

July 20th, 2002, 12:26 AM

Originally posted by Quikngruvn:
<blockquote>quote:<hr />Heh, I am not saying it's ending for everybody....Oops, misconception on my part. But it will have to end at some point. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif

Quikngruvn, feverishly taking notes from the Baron...<hr /></blockquote>I dread the day when this story ends. It's been a great read thus far. I'm looking forward to more storys from both of you. Even if it's the beginning of the end for you Geo, I look forward to reading how you write the end of your empire. Sad to see ya dying off though. Hopefully you can pull through.

Dead Meat

July 20th, 2002, 01:11 AM

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Welcome back to Praetorian Prime News. Now a recap the latest developments for 2419.3:

The Praetorian Tea Company released its Fifth Quarter earning today with an almost 20% increase in intragalactic sales. C.F.O. Zek had this to say: "Billions are enjoying Praetorian Tea thanks to our increase in advertising and marketing outside of Praetorian Space. With the addition of our two new factories on Bizzet 1 and Wanduk 2, we have been able to expand our production and shipping routes. We also look to increase our consumer base by adding new flavors such as the new Cadmium Mint and soon to be released Dynamic Organic."

The Minister of Colonization was happy to announce the re-colonization of Last Kithra colony to be destroyed by the Jraenar Imperium. Bizzet 9 makes the 100th colony of the Praetorian Imperium. The Imperium now spans hundreds of light years, with colonies in 12 systems.

A new settlement has been reached between the Praetorian Imprium and the EEE Consortium, the agreement was reach between the two long time allies earlier this month. The lease on Rissil 6 & 7 has been extended to the EEE for 100 years. The EEE colonist already in Rizzil system are reported as to be "happy".

In other news, negotiations between the Praetorian Imperium and the Jraenar Imperium have ended, regarding the massacre of the Kithra Consortium over nearly two years ago. Admiral of the Fleet Poka'chew, located at the Bizzete Fleet Base, released the following statement: "It is a matter of Honor that we avenge the deaths of the entire Kithra race. With the withdrawal of the Nork mediator, and the Jraenar refusal to accept our fair terms, we are left no chose but to take action against the Jraenar Imperium. It is with a sad and heavy heart that I must order attacks against this otherwise honorable government."

This is the first time sense the Fazrah-Praetorian conflict that the Fleet will be used in more than a peace-keeping roll. Many of the Emperor's critics are not happy about the recent turn of events regarding the upcoming war. After the destruction of the Kithra Last colony, many of the Emperor's most out spoken critics noted that the destruction of the Jraenar fleet in Bizzet should be payment enough for the crimes against the Kithra. Many critics also stress the long traditions of Praetorians isolationism. While this has been true for the majority of Emperor Zarnak rein, the recent settlement with the EEE Consortium and the war with the Jraenar have shown that the Emperor intends to bring the Praetorian Imperium out of its isolationist period.

The Hyper Ball Tournament meet untimely end when an Amon'krie slug was let loose in the dome. Authorities are looking into the matter and have said that such actions are the ac...

geoschmo

July 22nd, 2002, 06:46 PM

Year 2419.7 The First Battle Of Narcisston

The Sallegan military strategists had analyzed the outcomes of all the previous fleet engagements involving the Norak. Their ships were larger, and more technologically advanced than the Sallgan ships. And the tailsman gave them a decisive advantage in combat. But their strategy had a glaring hole in it. If this could be taken advantage of, it could result in victory for the Republic. Or at least a chance at survival.

This weakness had actually been discovered after the first battle of Cephredi many years ago. While the Sallegans had been victorious in that battle, the Norak ships there were hopelessly outdated. Perhaps if the battle had gone against the Sallegans at that time, they would have taken more seriously the after battle report about the Norak weakness and preparations could have been made sooner to take advantage of it.

It wasn't until the Norak fleet annihilated the Sallegan fleet during the eastern rebellion that the Republic began to realize how deficient their technology was. The line given to the public was that the rebel fleet had been old ships ready for the scrap heap, or the museum. That the Norak ships had been bigger, and more advanced and naturally would have defeated them. There were even rumors spread that the Sallegan rebels had been led by inferior officers, and possibly even deferred to Sergetti masters.

But all this was, though not an out and out lie, certainly a half truth. The ships the rebels had commandeered had been older than the ships in Cephredi, but not that much. And they had a large numerical advantage over the Norak. Tactical reports received of the battle did not show any poor tactics at all. The officers in charge of the Rebels were after all highly trained Republic naval academy graduates, many with actual battle experience against the Xi'Chung and Sergetti. They simply couldn't get within range of their weapons and were blown out of space by the Norak from long range aided by their tailsmans.

Many simulations had been done following that battle, and the results were not much better even with the Sallegans top of the line warships. It was clear that something had to be done to prepare in the event political talks broke down and the Norak started an all out war. It was then that the old report from the first battle of Cephredi had been dug out, and this time it was taken more seriously.

The weakness was simple, and glaring. The Norak did not use point defense cannons. It was known that they did in fact have the technology, it had been seen on their early ship designs. But about the time the first tailsmans started appearing, the Norak ships mysteriously stopped having PDC onboard. It was not known why, perhaps it was some sort of cultural or religious taboo. Perhaps the Norak considered it a lack of faith. If so it was an interesting dichotomy, because they did not have any such aVersion to shield technology, or minesweepers.

It was also entirely possible that they simply felt that PDC were unnecessary as few of the major empires made much use of fighters or missiles, and PDC were of little use against anything else. The Sallegans themselves had many years ago phased missiles out of service, and ceased further research and development on the technology. They did have a sizeable number of fighters for defense in the homesystem, but at the time the Norak could not have known this.

The republic went on a crash program to research more advanced missiles, to build ships employing them, and to retrofit older designs with them. With the armistice signed after the end of the trouble with the eastern rebels, the fleet in Cephredi had been split up over two colonies and work began on retrofitting them as much as possible.

The new top of the line Ahmadabad battle cruiser was designed and as many as could be built, were built. This vessel have seven missile tubes, and with the advanced missiles being designed they could fire from a distance outside of the range of the Norak tailsman controlled Phased Poloran Beams. However, it was a race against the clock, and the clock ran out.

When the Norak moved on the fleets in Cephredi, the fleet being split up and too many being retrofitted at once meant that they could offer little but token resistance to the Norak fleet. As it was a few Norak ships were actually destroyed, better than could be hoped, but not good enough. The Republic could not afford a war of attrition with the Norak. Their empire was too large.

When the picket ship watching the Ashadra system to the south of Narcisston reported the approach of a second fleet of Norak attempting to flank the home system defenses, things looked bleak. The fleet entered the Sallega home system and quickly glassed two planets. It was clear that this was to be a bloody war. The Norak were not even bothering to bring troops with them. It was obvious to the Republic that their very existence was at stake.

There was much discussion as to how best to defend the home system. They senate wanted the fleet kept close to the homeworld. But Grandow knew that was bad policy. He couldn't sit back while the Norak glassed the planets around him and hope for a miracle. He had to do something. And he had his missile ace up his sleeve. He doubted the Norak would take seriously the few that managed to be brought into action in Cephredi. And even if they did, it was estimated this new fleet had departed the Norak space about the same time as the initial suprise attack. They could not have done anything about it that quickly.

The fleet was sent to meet the new Norak fleet. They did battle in sector 6,8. The two fleets engaged each other, and the Sallegan ships let loose their missiles as soon as they were in range. The main force of the Norak dreadnoughts went quickly. They did damage in return, but their phased polaron beams could not pierce the phased shielding of the Republic Battle Cruisers.

The Sallegan fighters moved in next in "large wing" formation. Over five hundred fighters, spilt into two massive Groups. It was a risky strategy. Collected together, the fighters couldn't cover as many targets, and they were easier to hit by the enemy. But the damage they could do grouped together was considered worth the risk. They swooped into action and each destroyed a single Norak warship with their first volley. There was no return fire. The Norak as expected had no PDC, and the few phased polaron beams that survived the initial moments of the firefight were trained on the Sallegan capital ships.

Grandow almost held out hope of total victory after the initial success. But the Norak had a suprise of their own waiting. Included in the fleet were several light cruisers of a new design. The Huron had no standard weaponry, but instead was exclusively armed with ionic beam weapons. These could skip through the Sallegan phased shielding and armor, and immediately burned out the remaining engines. The Sallegan missile ships could still fire, but they were dead in space.

After a few brief and bloody moments, the Norak fleet was reduced to a toothless shell of it's former self. The only weapons it had left were the ionic weapons that were good only against engines. These could not target the fighters at all. While the Sallegan fleet had lost several ships, they still had many more, and most of them still had all their weapons intact. But they could not pursue the Norak fleet. The fighter wings did their best to chase the Hurons down, but they unfortunately did not have any more speed than the Norak ships. They managed two more kills, but the remainder of the Hurons, and all the minesweepers the Norak brought were alive. They moved on past the Republic fleet and resumed course for the Republic homeworld.

Grandow had almost nothing left to stop them. The Norak fleet could not do any damage to the homeworld with only ionic weapons, but they could blockade them. And the Norak still had another fleet in Cephredi waiting to pounce.

sachmo

July 22nd, 2002, 07:26 PM

Yikes! Nice job by the intel boys...too bad no one listened at first!

geoschmo

July 22nd, 2002, 07:30 PM

Originally posted by sachmo:
Yikes! Nice job by the intel boys...too bad no one listened at first!Ain't that how it always happens though? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon7.gif

Jmenschenfresser

July 24th, 2002, 03:22 PM

2419.7
Raeghar's Demise

The great metal bLast door to Governor Pellwain's inner office slid open silently. A face she knew well walked solemnly into the room holding a disk before his person as if it were holy or royal. Pellwain looked up at her personal guard and lover, Gulkar, knowing full well her face looked hollow and pale.

"Have you seen the latest reports?" Gulkar asked?
She just nodded.
"The remnant of the Guarding Fleet is heading to rendevous with the incoming Moon Templars. Surely their combined might will not let this...this horror remain."
"My brother is dead, Gulkar. What is left is only the dream before death. Is that?..."
"Yes, Pellwain. Your brother's book, incomplete, The History of the Norak."
"My brother would never leave anything incomplete."

He handed her the disk and left the office. Now was the time for sober, independent thought...not tearful remorse. He left and headed straight for a barrel of booze.

Pellwain set the disk into the read and within seconds her brother's manuscript popped up before her eyes. He'd sent it to a friend on Xiban with the instructions to send it to her in case of his death. She quickly flipped to the Last page and began reading.

"We've passed into Sallega space. I smell death. Our fleet quickly dispatched an aging guard standing over the warp point his teeth revealed like a primitive unaware of his certain death. Of course the poor crew knew they were going to die, but they fought for their homeworld. I watched from the bridge, and after it was over I returned to my quarters and balled my eyes out. Their death, not the thousands in Cephedri, a system stained from end to end with blood, was the turning of a key to a door that cannot be closed. 'The belly of the beast,' he's said. The heart of the Sallega empire was not the reference, but the heart of the Norak empire. The closer we come to ultimate destruction, the bloodier our right hand becomes, the closer our left is to pricking the wall of our own black heart.

"We had little information coming into Narcisston. Apparently, there's a large fleet stationed over a distant planet. I am not sure if it is headed this way. I sit most of the day in my office talking to Elgart, my assistant, praying and meditating.There's little to do. Few of the crew come to see us. The Tribunals have taken the salt out of our religion. It is more a law of government than spiritual volition and obedience.

"Jumping quickly from planet to planet our fleet destroyed two of their worlds. I again watched from the bridge as our beams ignited their atmospheres. There was little resistance. As the fleet then began its journey to the third Sallegan world, the distant fleet was now just two sectors away and on an intercept course. Fleet commander Igar-Fil decided it best to try and flank the fleet, so we redirected to the Sallegan homeworld near the warp point leading into Organtrix.

"That night I had a dream, and in my dream I relived the ancient Plain's Wars of Xiban our homeworld. I saw as we rode great terara beasts into battle. We rode for their center. I listened and heard the might of our force as it rumbled over the rolling hills. Dust covered the size of our onrush. Primitive cries roared above the thunder of our attack. I felt that were we to stop we might well carve a gorge into the country side. I saw then the front lines of the enemy...yards back from where they were just minutes ago. We rode into what was effectively a corral of guns and cannons. I saw then the wings of our mighty calvary veer off and flee, and that brought me great distress. I watched as those brave idiots who rode into the trap fell in waves, their great beasts howling from the triple digit wounds they received before their thick hides and outer layers of bone could protect them no more. And the great attacker. The conquerer. The Kings of the North dwindled and warred amongst themselves to the point of chaos. No one lived but those who fled. And I saw them grow old and die in lands hewed by their own hands.

"I awoke and knew our time was at hand. I ran straightway to Elgart's bed and woke him. The Sallega fleet was not far off when I finally got him into a shuttle pod. In the two months I'd known him, I had grown fond of the young monk. Perhaps this was my Last deed. The Order was on the verge of extinction and I knew someone had to see and survive. Someone had to lead the Order and the Faith into the era beyond. I, Raeghar, having given two decades to the expansion and population of the galaxy must stay the course and ride in with the great warriors. With me dies the old order.

"So I gave Elgart a faked transfer and an excuse that one of the mine sweeper's priests had taken ill. I knew there would be no time for him to return before the battle. I pray I have done the right thing.

Pellwain closed the file. The words of her dead brother left her eyes dry. 'There's nothing to lament' she thought. She stood and looked out of her window at the city below. Her brother was right. The Continuum and the Sallegan Empire would not survive this. All that mattered was protecting the future. Deep inside Farzah space, she knew here they could hide. She could hide her millions from the destruction of the 'old order.' She turned quickly, hit three keys on the comm pad and waited for the ever grumpy voice of the Lord of Knoglam of the Farzah.

Ragnarok

July 24th, 2002, 11:35 PM

Good story. Keep it up.

geoschmo

July 29th, 2002, 04:08 PM

The Sallegan Republic had seemed a mighty empire. This was an impression that the Republic did it's best to reinforce in it's neighbors whenever possible. By stationing many ships in conspicuous locations throughout the border systems, and by sending scout ships to the far reaches of the quadrant they gave the impression of strength. But in fact this strength was a lie. The Republic was a bubble. Once popped, it contracted with a startling rapidity.

By making many treaties with the other empires, and by making constant and aggressive efforts to maintain the stability of the quadrant, it gave the Sallegans an air of authority and statesmanship with the other races. In fact the Republic depended heavily on the trade income from these treaties, and it's diplomatic efforts were simply a struggle for self preservation.

They were particularly dependant upon the good graces of the Norak. The treaty with the Norak accounted for almost 18% of the GDP of the Republic at the height of their growth, shortly before the first battle of Cephredi.

The Sallgans had been boxed in to their small part of the quadrant, an unable to expand and colonize. All the worlds they found early in their existence had been either occupied, or claimed by others. They could not take these worlds openly, as this would show them to be an aggressive imperialistic race, and force the others to band together early and eliminate them. And when they were provoked, by the Xi'Chung and the Sergetti into wars, the Norak were always there. Snapping up the best worlds that the Sallegans had fought to open up before they could get there.

The result of all this was that whenever the Sallegans did manage to expand a bit, the Norak were expanding right along with them. And when they were not able to expand, the Norak still grew. Not being able to compete economically, they attempted to compete militarily. But any accountant can tell you can't do one without the other.

When the end came it came quickly...

Year 2415.0

Captain Dravis Josephsen of the S.S.S. Ushphada was the ranking member of the Sallegan Space Service. He didn't know it for sure, but he suspected it. His ship had been part of the fleet tasked to finally bringing an end to the scourge of the Sergetti Empire in the eastern systems. He had actually been fourth in command of the fleet, but when the fleet was pounced by the Norak on the way back to Sallegan space the Admiral Grover's and Captain Robertson's ships had been destroyed. That left him in charge.

In fact, as there was currently no civilian authority still operating on any planet in the republic, the rioting was that complete, he was the ranking authority in the once mighty Sallegan Republic.

The call had come when they were just 3 days short of the eastern most Sergetti world. Tensions had been high, and Admiral Grover was not happy about being so far away from Sallegan space with things as hot as they were. When the broadcast came that the Norak had attacked and destroyed the fleet in Cephredi, Grover ordered the eastern fleet to make for home at top speed. The Sergetti were left to their own devices, they weren't the real threat anymore, as if they had ever been.

When the combat occurred in the Nizzarum system between the Sallgean and Norak forces, it was one of the few successes of the war for the Republic. Unfortunately the success was brief, and the heavy losses had put Captain Josephsen in charge.

About that time the Space Service went off the air. The Last communication received from the Narcisston system was that the Norak had glassed several colonies and were approaching the Homewolrd with a large force. The worst was assumed. Billions of Sallegans dead, the homewolrd a radioactive ruin.

The initial plan was for a fighting withdrawal through the Norak colonies in Usphada and to hopefully make it to the former Xi'Chung homeworld and to link up with any remaining stragglers from Narcisston and make a Last stand there. This plan was successful initially as the Nizarum and Usphada systems were lightly defended by the Norak. The fleet fought there way through several engagements, taking losses, but always being victorious. They were taking a big chunk out of the eastern part of the Norak empire. However shortly before reaching Organtrix, they received a message from the Xi'Chung homeworld, from some organization calling themselves the Xi'Chung liberation organization. They had resumed control of their planet and had signed a treaty with the Norak.

That left only one planet in the entire Sallegan Republic with more population greater than 100 million people. And it fell the next month. Josephsen knew they were whipped, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was considering his options with his officers when they received a signal from the Norak requesting their surrender. The Norak representative that came aboard his ship gave the captain proof that the Norak had not in fact glassed the homeoworld. Many smaller colonies had unfortunately been lost, on both sides. But the bulk of the Sallegan race was still alive, and though they were now under the authority of the Norak, that was better then being dead Josephsen thought.

His men agreed, for the most part. It was one thing to give your life in a hopeless cause to exact revenge for the deaths of your entire family. But it was quite another to throw your life away when you could simply stop fighting and go home to that family, quite alive and well.

The flags were transferred, and the sun set on the Sallegan Republic for the Last time.

Ragnarok

July 29th, 2002, 10:49 PM

Originally posted by geoschmo:
the sun set on the Sallegan Republic for the Last time.http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif *Tear*... So sorry to see your empire gone man. It was a great story. But I still look forward till the VERY end of the game. How many empires are left now?

geoschmo

July 29th, 2002, 11:04 PM

There are four players left, and a few AI. I believe the game is reaching a conclusion of sorts. I have at least one more story post myself as I have some loose ends to tie up. Not sure about the other guys. Mensch and I have already begun plans for the next game, which will have more people in it from the start.

Geoschmo

sachmo

July 29th, 2002, 11:36 PM

Me! Me!

dumbluck

July 30th, 2002, 11:26 AM

Will this new game be a standard gold game? Will non-stock races be accepted?

[ July 30, 2002, 10:26: Message edited by: dumbluck ]

geoschmo

July 30th, 2002, 02:15 PM

It won't be proportions. That slows down population and empire growth too much. We wan't the game to Last a while, but we wan't stuff happening too.

We don't want to change the nature of SEIV, just push the endgame back some. I think the two things that bring about the endgame are typically lack of room to expand, and running out of stuff to research. We are just going to tweak some stuff to help with that. It could be as simple as dropping the number of points a research facility generates, but it could be more complex as well. We are still working on that stuff.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

July 30th, 2002, 06:57 PM

The Splintering
2420.5

Suburban shanty town, outside the Xiban Capital...the once great and lavish center of the Norak Continuum.

Tallik sat quietly staring at an old wooden table in a small one room apartment in a mud brick building. This was the fifteenth safehouse this month. Tallik had grown weary of the moving and the midnight rides. Two faithful body guards sat down stairs in the alley disguised as men playing Ran, a ancient Norak game of strategy, but he knew it was only a matter of time before one of them decided the game was no longer worth the effort and risk.

Tallik's grand plan of building a ringworld, the grand delusions of the Tribunals and their belief in divine evolution, had all gone down the great cosmic drain...where all spralling civilizations go eventually. A ringworld was too large to keep quiet. Someone eventually found out. Who knew? News of a giant slave colony spread throughout the underground of the continuum. The rebellion had always been lurking in the shadows, but this gave it the fuel it needed to grow. Martyrs flooded the ranks. Blood began to flow in peaceful places. Marches, demonstrations, bombs and attemtped assinations. Two of the three new Nebraska construction vessels were the target of sabotage. The captains of the ships refused to continue work claiming it was too dangerous. The Tribunals need to better guard the contruction site, they claimed. This complaint cost the captains their lives, but that certainly didn't help morale. Construction ground to a halt. What those in charge of the construction did not know was that the Tribunals were about to launch an attack on the Sallega worlds in Cephedri, and therefore couldn't spare the ships.

The ring world construction plans were shelved and Tallik was transfered to the High Command. He was to take charge of the second wave stationed in Arklite; however, just before the attack in Cephedri, the Grand Major of the Continuum committed suicide. Tallik saw his note. The poor old man couldn't bring himself to move the hand which would cause the death of the Sallega Empire. Tallik was installed in his place. Tallik had been responsible for Raeghar's pardon. The Tribunal Speaker thought it best if they killed him. Their logic was certainly sound--he'd betrayed the Norak and then he'd betrayed the Rebellion. Indecision, perhaps, thought Tallik. The confusion of the old Monk was a proverb in itself, warning against the changing of the guard...new wine into old wineskins. Tallik had gotten him the position aboard the fleet leader. It was all he could do...hide him in the midst of the chaos...where the men behind the scenes would lose sight.

He'd even gone to a blessing before leaving for Cephedri, but Raeghar didn't notice him at all. A few months later the old monk met the Almighty in a blaze of Sallegan capital ship missles. Having seen him at the blessing, he realized there wasn't much to mourn. Perhaps, he had done him justice in sending him to his death.

Cephedri had been a grand success. One ship lost and one slightly damaged. Tallik had picked the right moment. A third to a half of the Sallegan warships in Cephedri were docked for retrofitting. Four months later and Cephedri was clean of any Sallegan presence. The remnant of the Arklite force met up with the Moon Templars, jumping in from Cephedri. The Cruiser Tulsa then closed the warp point behind them...preventing a counterstrike. The initial battle of Narcisston had disabled all the Sallega warships. Nearly a dozen of them floated helplessly in space. By the time the Templars entered Narcisston, their numbers had shrunk to just a single ship because of desertion, failed life support or self-destruction. A mystery.

All the while a large Sallegan fleet in the far north, having eradicated most of the Sergetti, had been making their way back glassing every Norak world in their path. But the fleet lacked reinforcements and support. Small Norak attacks, oversized minefields and planetary defenses dwindled their numbers. They did manage to destroy all Norak worlds in both Usphada and Nizzarum...6 or 7 worlds in all.

Tallik had given specific instructions to take the Sallegan homeworld. All other colonies in Narcisston fell quickly once the Norak marines successfully stormed their homeworld. With the majority of the Sallega military gone and the heart of their economy destroyed, the war against the Sallega was more or less over, but an internal war was just beginning. After the death of her brother, Raeghar, Pellwain, governor of the long time Norak colony in Knoglam, turned the world over to the Farzah. To insure that her people would be taken in as equals she quickly married the local Farzah Lord. The Farzah, especially the Lord of Knoglam were more than happy with the deal--technology, citizens, ships, fighters, and a wife....what more could you ask for. Perhaps she should have been leading this entire show from the beginning, thought Tallik. The Tribunal government vowed to kill all of them once the war was over, but the threat was a hollow one.

Not long after, the First Strike Initiative, a collection of space stations and contruction vehicles in a deep space nebula, south of the Eee and just west of the Jraenar turned over their command codes to the Jraenar. Soon, the worlds of the outer rim, now farther than ever from the Continuum with the destruction of Usphada and Nizzarum, left the Continuum and sought a protectorate alliance with the Praetorian. Four worlds far west then left the Continuum seeking entrance into the Eee Empire.

Everywhere dissent and divisioned cut society. The Speaker had become increasingly paranoid over the Last months...ever since the incident with the captains of the contruction vessels. By the end of the war with the Sallega, he had had more than half of the original Tribunal government executed. Tallik sent to the Admiral of the Moon Templars an order to demand the surrender of the Sallega Empire. Tallik himself left for the homeworld. Within one week of each, the Sallega surrendered and Tallik shot dead the Speaker of the Tribunal government...ending their six year reign of horror. Tallik assumed the title of interim High Priest, and reinstated the Counsel. Not long after, he sent home most of the military and had the core of the Norak military might destroyed. In getting rid of the Moon Templars, he was insuring that no one after him could use the fleet to enslave the dying Continuum. The Zynarr homeworld declared its independence taking with it all of Cephedri. The two worlds in Olontra joined the Amon'krie taking with them one of the mighty space fortresses, The Tower of Babel. The newly accepted Xi'Chung homeworld soon declared the rebirth of the XI'Chung Hive and left the Continuum along with several other worlds in Organtrix with Xi populations.

Perhaps the best irony of all was when the Sallega homeworld tore up the armistice and stipulations for surrender. All of Arklite joined the pascifistic CueCappa, and even some of Xiban. The three secluded systems on the southern wing of the galaxy declared themselves a sort of Neo-Norak Republic, turning secular and taking the rest of Xiban with it. Really all that remained was the homeworld. Rebels backed by the Neo-Norak Republic and others funded by the intelligence agencies of the CueCappa fought to wrestle control of it from the remnant of the Tribunal heirarchy. The hunt centered around Tallik. Little did the factions know he was responsible for their new found liberty. Little did they know that his wisdom had freed the quadrant from another tyrant stepping as soon as the previous one hit the floor still warm. New wars would refashion the systems. New leaders with visions not born out of history would step forward and heal the people.

Tallik thanked the Almighty for Pellwain. She had shown him the right path by her defiance. Tallik looked up as a young man came through the rotting door. He had a gun in his hand, just peeking from the sleeve of his cloak. Tallik looked down at the table, at the gun there and the Holy Text lying next to it.

"Are you the one called Tallik?" the young man asked.
"I am. Are my guards dead?"
"No. We took them by suprise. They surrendered and ran off."
"Then all is well," said Tallik.
"My name is Raeghar and I am here to kill you." the young man said calmly.
"Raeghar? Is that a common Norak name?" Tallik asked.
"Not as far as I am aware, sir."
"I once knew someone by that name, but he is long dead." Tallik's mind wandered a bit before continuing. "You have a good name there. It is proper that a man named Raeghar shows me the great nude door to oblivion. I want you to have this." He shoved the Holy Text toward the young man.
"I cannot take presents from dead men, sir."
"But I still breathe. My friend, whose name you bear, gave that to me."
"I do not believe in the Almighty," the young man said with conviction.
"I know. I know, but please, do not refuse a dead man. He sees the end you cannot."

With that the young man, still expecting a trap of somekind, took the book and slid it into his cloak. Tallik smiled as he did so, the lines in his face revealing his age.

capnq

July 30th, 2002, 09:24 PM

We are going to do a mod that "tweaks" some things. Mainly in the reasearch areas. We want to be able to expand normally, but we are working on ways to make research take longer. Do you consider a single homeworld/low starting tech/high research cost game insufficient to do that? I hardly ever play high cost games, because the progress is so slow.

I don't know Pirates & Nomads well enough to judge its research rate; how does that mod compare to unmodded Gold? (I ask because one of P&Ns new racial traits would be perfect for the race I'd like to play.)

geoschmo

July 30th, 2002, 09:40 PM

What's the racial trait? It might be easier just to add it to our mod if it doesn't suffer too much from being taken out of context.

High tech cost might be sufficent. I have to play some test games to see. Whatever changes we do won't be radical ones. Just tweaks.

Geoschmo

Jmenschenfresser

July 30th, 2002, 10:51 PM

We have an alpha Version, I would call it. It's just a test of several ideas we came up with one afternoon.

I think the biggest slow down tweak is to increase the cost of facilities so that it takes two turns to build every facility if you maintain an equal level of space yard tech...otherwise it is three turns.

Also we wanted to take out all of the self-generating supplies, like solar panels and quantum reactor. This reduces the independence of ships.

The idea is not to slow expansion, but to slow growth--certainly research, possibly economic as well.

Slowing research to expand the game is important, perhaps as Geo says, high cost will be enough. The biggest problem I see with a game like history other than the research, and it is something I would like to see changed for part two, is war. I think we can all pretty much agree that SE4 has two phases, the build up and the battle (singular tense). It seemed in History that minor conflicts were difficult to enter into, because in the back of your mind you knew, your opponent could easily knock out three other planets on the same turn. I didn't find the amass and attack formula to work well under writing conditions. Almost all of sci-fi fiction write space war as something protracted and grueling like that of land war.

I'd basically like to see the scale of war brought down some. Slow it down. Perhaps specialize the destruction of planets. As it takes troops to capture a world, increase pop damage and planetary napalm kt so that it takes PN to glass a world. I really dislike the fact that you can build this perfect fleet to destroy your neighbor's fleet, but along the way this fleet is perfectly capable of planet hopping. Think about it, if a phased polaron beam can kill something like 15 million citizens in one shot...a city larger than London, then shouldn't that same beam rip any ship to shreads in one shot.

That's probably a hark upon realism, but when you write about what happens in SE4, some realism will help.

The rock, paper, scissor just is a bit lacking. (troop ships to take planets, big fleets to kill other fleets, and napalm to kill planets.)

Think about it, if we take out the supply generators and make glassing napalm specific, what it then takes to stage a prolonged campaign against one's neighbor would be huge combo fleets of anti-ship/ships, napalm ships, supply ships and mine sweepers. Not to mention carriers, drones carriers, PD ships, or other single use ships people generally use. It would make spontaneous campaigns like the one which I used to end the first History game harder to accomplish even against a weaker empire. Might actually have some real wars that move back and forth a bit. For the most part, I never got to write more than one post about a 'war' because they were over as soon as the first battle happened.

Another idea I am itching to try is a low amount of space combat turns. Would take a few rounds for large fleets to kill each other. That way it is sort of an attack and retreat. Attack and retreat.

Just a few ideas. Few of which are tested. May not be used.

Perhaps this is the Norak Postscript.