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Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Rachel dominates the straight blowing past it in just seconds landing herself at the bend right before Ventura Curve. Behind her she has completely lost sight of the rest of the racers, when she consulted her Crew Chief she was told they were still two turns behind her, some not having even left Petty's Corner.
WP: 11/18
Gear: 5/6
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Dio moved up into fourth gear as soon as he straightened the car coming out of Turn Four, and hit the gas hard. He thought that either the car would bog or it would sprint, as it had done multiple times before, but—as ever—the car did the one single thing that could have given him trouble in the upcoming Turn Five, and went just fast enough to compromise his entry into the corner.
He would have pounded the steering wheel in fury if he wasn’t sure that the impact on the steering column would destroy what remained of his car.
WP: 3/18
Gear: 4/6
BLUFOR
Following the Ozarkanni Spearhead action alongside their Onorussian counterparts, the Ozarkanni MBT's made their appearance cresting the ridge and firing down as they approached firing simulated HE shells focussing on the Onorussians. The IVF's left followed behind the Onorussian tanks and fired while those with filed guns crested the ridge they were behind and laid down fire to clear the way ahead of the tanks with indirect fire. The Ozaraknni Apc's stopped and let out their infantry to fall into formation with that of the other BLUFOR members. Those with grenade launchers advanced quickly moving from cover to cover firing on RAILER positions and heavy weapons emplacements before focussing on punching a hole in the enemy line. When one was opened they switched to their assault weapons and advanced with the other infantry each one providing bounding overwatch for the other. and moving toward the SAM sites.
OPFOR
The OPFOR began falling back some positioned on the rooftops jumped down onto the incoming tanks and popped open the hatches tossing simulated grenades down into them before jumping off or jumping to the next one. Others would fallback and set up the kinetic meshes and used the buildings as emplacement or pillboxes. The front line fell back firing loosing many but when the enemy came into melee range the Ozarkanni seemed to change as they began to try and wrestle each other to the ground or stab each other with the plastic training knives. On the left flank, there was a massive melee between the ranks the Ozarkanni being careful not to harm the Onorussians to much if they got into the middle.
Space
Admiral Talon congratulated the Onorussian captains on a job well done, the Cruiser took heavy damage according to the simulations but would still be able to escape if it needed too. The Ozarkanni captains gave their salutes to the Onorussians and congratulated on a good game and then made ready to pick up the ground forces to take them back home to Ozarkannis Prime when the games down there concluded.
~URS Stargazer, deep space, southwestern Ervaidus~
"Captain," A young female Mimbourn communications officer turns in her seat to face the captain.
"We've just received a binary response. It's a repeat of our message."
The captain glances at his first officer, a humbling response.
"Clearly capable of basic coding and en-coding. Not a sure-fire confirmation of a space fairing society." The First officer rather rhetorically states aloud. The captain looks back at the comms station.
"Send First Contact package two." He gives a confirmatory nod and, using the same method of communication as before, a basic mathematic formula is transmitted. If the civilization in question is capable of solving the equation, it'll show to the SEC captain their ability to grasp basic warp theory.
Vokkir began to speak, but his words fell into silence rather quickly. He didn’t come to free slaves? And yet...he did anyways... Vokkir was confused. Rohan didn’t tell him enough...but then...he recalls the conversation that he accidentally overheard the other day. Lord Vaughan went against the orders of his leader- his daughter- to kill Daghan when he learned of his slave trade. Perhaps freeing slaves was not his intention, but when he became aware of them, his intentions changed. Perhaps what really matters is that this man does not tolerate slavers, and should he find slaves, he will stop at nothing to free them.
“You didn’t come for us, and yet you freed us anyways? That tells me you are a man who stands by his morals. A leader, someone I can trust. And if you can’t help free the other Kauv trapped in chains, then who will? Even in all the time I’ve spent being transported around as a slave, there is still much I don’t know about this galaxy far greater than the home I once knew. I need someone to lead me, put my skills to use. Surely I could serve you better than my own kind that cast me out for what they called taboo.”
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Deciding to risk it once again, and due to Dio's unfortunate placement right where he was planning on driving, Thomas shifts his car into fifth gear. A flawless shift, though he enters the corner much faster than what would be safe. His car oversteers again going through the corner, though he is able to catch traction again before the rest of his rubber is cooked. He can tell that he is skimming dangerously close to his tire's limits, "And for what? To pass an opponent that will surely not make it?" He questions to himself. "Of course. I'm not one to be shown up by amateurs." He answers. Thomas gauges that he will be able to enter the next turn without issue, without issue, barring any mistakes on his part.
WP: 5/18
Gear: 5/6
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Rachel lightly feathered her brakes to cut the Bend short, tapping her paddles and downshifting as she exited it. Realizing just in time that she didn't have enough time to slow down for the apex of Ventura Curve without significant loss of speed she instead opted to pull the wheel left bringing her on the outside of Ventura Curve. Rachel now found herself ready to floor it and take the straight between Ventura and Sunset bend by storm.
WP: 11/18
Gear: 4/6
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Thomas Keeps his GTR in fifth, keeping his throttle back just enough to smoothly enter turn six. He judges that turn seven will be just as easy to take in fourth.
WP: 5/18
Gear: 5/6
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Due to his absolutely atrocious positioning upon corner entry, Dio could do nothing but stare as Thomas’s Prismatek sailed by him and tore through Turn Five. The Glafkos was on its last legs; Dio literally could not pursue, and instead quick-shifted to second gear to avoid throwing his car onto the outside grass and putting an end to his race entirely. Holding the outside, Dio took the corner as fast as he could, but he began the next straight at a trundling pace compared with the car ahead, which was clearly streaking into the distance.
WP: 2/18
Gear: 2/6
"I cannot free what I cannot find. Percentage rates of Kauv'ok traded in captivity have decreased rapidly over the past five years to the point of radio silence. Whether someone now has a secretive monopoly on them, or the trade simply adapted to the modern climate, I do not know. What I do know, however, is that the greatest catastrophe against humankind, my species, is coming. I cannot balance my preparations for that, with the duty I have to my country, and my family as well as embark on slave hunts. So, what is it you expect from serving me?"
The Aartrisans never could hate the Achaians the same way they could the TCCCP. How could
they hate a civilization they’ve only seen from afar?
Bought companies were unsure on how to proceed.
Document Title: Understanding Aartrisans
Burgjano
Coreward Territorial Commandos, Desert region of Planet K-3, Kelopes System
1251 GSY
As his powered suit’s servos whined with each footfall, Dutch Vader oriented his shoulder mounted
rockets launcher to the suit’s internal targeting system’s specifications as he let loose a trio of HIKS smart
rockets at several alien vehicles that had breached the twenty-five square kilometers of COC’s designated
operations zone. It was unnecessary to pay any more attention to those vehicles, the missiles knew where
to go. Readying his cable fed Pulsar rifle, Dutch focused on his next set of targets, several squads of
particularly well armed infantry crawling through what counted for plant life in this region. Making note
of the soldier’s equipment—all sporting way better equipment then previous infantry— Dutch selected
the beam setting for his Pulsar rifle and lit up the first line of soldiers with searing fire as they began to
comprehend what happened to their tracked support. The Pulsar rifle was an anti-vehicle weapon, but was
effective against clusters of infantry.
Massacring more like, Dutch thought. It took a single swipe of beam-fire to cut down most of the
attackers to burnt flesh and cloth. Squads further away would react to the grilling of their brethren with
gunfire. Dutch was completely intrigued as he moved himself out of the hail of bullets. This raised these
soldiers above the panicked terror that was infantry met thus far. This made Dutch’s assailants likely apart
of some élite unit. Now that Dutch determined he was fighting a group that stood a minuscule better
chance at killing him, he gave the remaining aliens a fight to remember...
Forty-five seconds later Dutch was standing in the midst of two dozen or so ashen remains of alien
infantry. He was busy peeling off the most unburnt pieces of insignia he could find to upload to the
database. While he did so, siting on it’s knees few meters away was the only surviving soldier of the
ordeal, sputtering in it’s language. Since this world’s militaries hadn’t advanced to the point to equip their
soldiers with body cameras, Dutch had thought to leave one alive to report to his superiors.
Content with he information he had collected, Dutch fired up his jets and left the smoking remains of
metal and flesh. Checking the drone feed for any more daring intrusions into the zone he reported in.
Infantry: “This is Flatfoot to Smokey-Bear, incursion into South Grid eliminated. Totaling three light
armored tracked vehicles, 8 military transports, and five dozen infantry with no aerial assets detected, we
sure hit those airfields hard Sarge.”
Sargent San’dee “Smokey Bear” Morralis: Acknowledged Flatfoot, head to rally point for pick up.”
Specialist Zoya Hannibal, call sign “TenderFoot”: “You know Dutch, using local terminology those ‘light
armored tacked vehicles’ are MBTs, and those ‘military transports’ were sporting 20mm cannons.”
Dutch: “Using our terminology Hanny, they’re all classified as scrap with an engine bolted on.”
2nd Lieutenant Jorge Fret: “Specialists Vader and Hannibal, leave assigning designations to alien military
units to staff.”
Specialist Tannet Semcet: “Someone got canned...”
Dutch: “You can it Tannet,”
Rally Point
Dutch would land in a dried out lake. The rock formations around the lake gave cover to the drop ship
coming down from the Hammer Corvette Malevolent One. Awaiting him at the rally point was the
rest of his fire team. They all acknowledged his arrival by watching his approach with turns of head.
After an hour of waiting, the fire team would be aloft in the alien sky en route to the Corvette in higher
orbit.
Division of Ground Operations, Coreward Expeditionary Fleet Command, the Claric System
1251 GSY
A discussion about the information discovered during mission the 1st Mechanized Infantry partook
against the inhabitants of K-3 was being held by the DGO Intelligence branch.
The Kelopes system had been marked for probable Triumvirate activity in 1250. In the ensuing year the
investigation of the system was carried out by 2nd Division’s 8th Squadron. With the squadron was a
sizable unit of Territorial Commandos. Should the operation warrant it they would be deployed to handle
any operation ground-side.
It was discovered that the Kelopes system did indeed harbor Triumvirate assets. In the brief but fierce
space battle 8th Squadron destroy one of the largest concentrations of Triumvirate’s supply network
encountered. The Triumvirate had convinced the planet’s primitive population to join their war effort and
so set up a massive shipyard above the planet.
Further investigation on the planet revealed further development of industries deemed by CEFC important
to Triumvirate operations. All instances would be destroyed and the planet’s civilization would be
returned to their previous level of technological and political stance in the galaxy.
It would also mark the last time the CEF would encounter Triumvirate forces save for the typical three to
five ship skirmishes. Then the CEF was deployed to fight the Coalition fleets in the Aartris System.
(This post contains the some of most definite lore on the Aartrisan Civilization. Previous posts
that may contradict what is posted here are to be disregarded in favor of this post.)
Although some had managed to escape during the space battle, the thousand plus Aartrisans
that resented the leadership of the Aartrisan civilization were taken into custody.
They would initially separate themselves by nation but as conversation erupted larger groups
would form. Listening in to the conversations, the Aartrisans were divided by awareness of the
former CAS’s activities. The largest group by far were nations ignorant to the supposed events
that justified the invasion. The second largest group was made up of nations who’s
governments had some suspicion to secret CAS activities but were unaware of the sheer scale
of it. This included the Assemblymen that had pointed out CAS’s exorbitant venirul spending
from the broadcast that sparked the invasion.
The fourth and quietest group were nations “in the loop”; nations that directly contributed
material and manpower to fight CAS’s shadow wars in the Coreward Territories. It included the
great powers of the Aartris System in aspects of military strength, industrial might, and
population. The Ticityko Union, HVM, and Boreas were such examples along with a few others.
There was a fifth group composed of nations independent to CAS. These netural parties were
only of note due to isolation, possessing some special industry, or leaders of space habitats.
All the leaders possessed something in common, old age. The average age for leaders at the
time of the occupation was 75 with many older. Medical technology notwithstanding, culturally
the eldest of Aartrisans were given much respect. This respect came with political power as
Aartrisans valued seniority over more practical aspects.
With the upper echelons of their governments gone, junior civil servants would be the first to
attempt for the vacated positions. Moon and space-based nations would quickly fill this void
while the Aqmore would encounter difficulties with the more politically apathetic peoples that
lived on Aatris. (those that live on Aatris are called Aatrisans) Most of the governments on
Aatris could barley be called nations. They were oversized, corrupt bureaucracies that existed
solely to provide basic public services and the interests of corporations.
Boreas was an industrial powerhouse to the core for centuries, it’s people knew it, the rest of
the civilization recognized it. For it’s century long tenure as the sole masters of Boreas, Atomic
made them embrace it. Underneath that pride, however, the occupiers discovered the abysmal
state of Aartrisan shipbuilding, much to their dismay. Although the Boreans had taken great
lengths to preserve their shipbuilding capacity.
Aartrisans had achieved interplanetary space flight for centuries. But in those centuries the
civilization had suffered a societal and technological decline. As the civilization dwindled in the
Aartris System, processes and methodologies were lost to time. Shipyards were soon
incapable of building vessels any larger than 400 meters. Many of the ships larger than this
were centuries old, painstakingly maintained by their crews. Mysticism would surround the
largest ships and stations, particularly the Command Ships, which were held up as symbols for
cooperation and fair trade.
Analysis of the Coreward Fleet would reveal heavy dependence on foreign technology. Their
actual construction relied on a contract with the Ventillains who provided most the shipbuilding
technology. (The Ventillains petitioned the return of their assets that were unable to be
removed before the occupation.)
A major aspect of the shipyards, the superstructure of a space station Morrills Station No. 1
would be an immense undertaking to tear down. That is if the Aqmore wanted to keep the
willing compliance of the Boreans. The Station was an icon, a testament to a time of a more
successful Aartrisan culture long past and still serving as an influence to achieve the
impossible.
In all, Boreans were grateful for the more democratic minded rulers ordered to govern Boreas.
Many though, were skeptical on the economic decisions made by the Aqmore, wanting to keep
their industrial heritage.
How the Aqmore planned to manage the numerous space habitats alluded the Aartrisans that
lived on them.
For Aatris itself, the population largely complied with Aqmore demands and resistance was
minimal. The first real resistance to Aqmore’s pacifistic desires was the Ticityko Union. The
Union maintained a strong military tradition spanning centuries. The Union were not
warmongers however and only used military force when it was determined that it was the only
option.
Even after the removal of senior government officials, the younger generations refused the
possibility of a disarmament. In so they took every measure to preserve their military tradition.
They aggressively pushed to crew as many of the 145 Corvettes the civilization had mustered.
Every time the Aqmore occupational forces entered the Union, they were greeted by parade
formations of grey and black armored soldiers. They all carried their arms proudly and were
desperate to see that the 300,000 strong Union Armed Forces be left intact as the Aqmore
imposed stiff military reductions to the rest of the Aartrisans.
The Corporations were of uttermost compliance, knowing it wouldn’t take much for their
subsidy propped up businesses to collapse. The employees of the bought out companies were
concerned for their future job security and the executives were worried about what the Aqmore
planned for them.
The loss of local FTL production was troubling, but not overtly severe. Those that could afford
to purchase FTL drives had done so. The supply Venriul was unusually small in the resource
rich Aartris System. In fact it was commonly believed that the venriul deposits had been mined
out thousands of years ago when the system was apart of an interstellar empire.
CAS depended heavily imports for it’s venriul supply. The Coreward Fleet had consumed
massive quantities of the FTL fuel during its operations; purchasing from any available supplier.
Never less, domestic consumption was still quite high compared to other nations and debt was
setting in. How the Aqmore would handle this was not yet known.
Most of the population were unaware of CAS’s actions in the Coreward territories. Anti-alien
sentiment was prevalent among some masses but mostly for political reasons. The TCCCP
being the most despised with many secretly or outright cheering the terrorist actions taken
against them.
As for the moons of Gaol, there were 27 inhabited by Aartrisans. Many had been extensively
terraformed to suit Aartrisans but there were two exceptions. The largest moon, Duam, had a
significant non-Aartrisan population of tall sentients known as Gunduam. The origins of the
species were unknown but had lived uneasily with Aartrisan colonists. Often there would be
open warfare against the HVM government. The last large resistance was squashed under a
joint Finislandian-HVM operation.
The second moon was Jerdac. The moon was unusual due to lush plant growth, (think Ego’s
Planet from Guardians of the Galaxy 2)had an atmosphere breathable to to most of the galaxy’s
species, and was solely inhabited by an order of monks. A former unit of stealth operatives,
Special Unit J, they had developed the ability to psychically manipulate their surroundings.
Though by now, the unit had adopted a philosophy of peace and balance. They practiced their
martial arts and acted as caretakers for the flora and fauna of the moon.
The location of Satomi was given to Aqmuller, at the time there was a minimal military presence
garrisoned on the planet. The quarantine had smashed the hopes of companies wanting
colonization but had attracted a sizable scholarly attention to the planet. Civilian scientist were
currently on the planet documenting the Virus and the culture it had destroyed.
Military operations against the Virus were carried out in 1247 and ended the next year.
Quarantine was then instituted and remained in place despite lobbying efforts.
Of note to Aqmuller and his investigation, nearly 20,000 survivors of the Satomi’s native
sentients were living in orbit of Boreas on the alien derelict turned space habitat, Omhaven
Station. The 4km warships had been wrestled from the ground of Satomi was was initially
planned to be used for it’s military capacity. The Aartrisans encountered major difficulties in
returning it to it’s full capabilities and so began converting it to a space station. As survivors
were discovered by CAS forces, they were transferred to live on the station as CAS conducted
a massive bombardment campaign against the infected. Should Aqmuller desire to interview
them, they would be available.
As Aqmuller interviewed Aartrisan explorers and military leaders, he would learn the sheer
scale of CAS operations in the Coreward territories.
In the war against the Triumvirate, the Corward Fleet charted hundreds of thousands of
systems, discovered 486 possible colony targets, faced and defeated the piracy-ingrained
Squa’izzi, started peaceful relations with a species of reptilians, and fought in hundreds of
engagements against the Triumvirate but yet unable to find a single one of their planets.
“Honestly, I don’t know enough to give you a proper answer. But that is why I desire guidance to fulfill the life debt I now owe to you.”
Vaughan stopped typing, swivelled his chair back and finally looked at Vokkir.
"Very well. MACE is the personal military and security agency of the Athrugadhi Royal House of Vaughan, of which I am Lord. Thus, as Lord, they are my personal agents to do with as I see fit. They are paid and funded by my family's treasury, with no direct ties to the Athrugadhi Government. However, as the Royal House of the Empire, it is House Vaughan's duty to protect the interests of the state, and our dynasty. My daughter, Gwladys II, is Empress of Goldwing, she has enemies in the corporations, delegates - both foreign and provincial - and of course, abhorrent rogues such as our late Daghan Lorcain. When all else fails, we are her final, and uncompromising, shield. Our very presence is a deterrent to any who would sliver a thought of treason. I have more to say, but if you have any questions, you may ask, now."
“I have no questions, I shall continue to listen.”
Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
Rachel hit the straight running at a steady pace, with no competition forcing her to play defensive she easily made progress.
WP: 11/18
Gear: 5/6
"Beyond navigating the political theatre of the Athrugadhi Empire, MACE continues the work I started during my own tenure as Emperor. There is, somewhere in deep space, a force large enough to eclipse a star to the perspective of five separate planets. A hivemind of once human abominations, puppeteered by a 'man' named Tyrakk Greschelios. An army that is his means, as well as his ends. His goal is to morph the entire human race into his... things. The other leaders of the galaxy rather ignored this existential threat for the more conceivable conflicts over geographical disputes, so I took the burden of action upon myself. Our priority has been the destruction of Tyrakk - and his 'Hoplites' as he calls them - for over five years. I believe that suits more to your original purpose now, doesn't it? You want to kill slavers? Tyrakk Greschelios is the worst slaveholder in this galaxy."
“This Tyrakk sounds like a dangerous individual that could threaten far more than just humans. How can I help?”
"I've assembled this group from the most capable individuals I've worked with. However, Rohan vouched for you earlier, so I'll consider your options at the very least. First I need to know how tempered you are under pressure. See Olrynion Kyron about that, he's the ship captain. In the meantime I will book you an appointment with Doctor James Mackey, our resident psychiatrist. Any questions?"
“None. This is the only future I see for myself. Living in the past, among the remnants of the people who cast me out is not an option I seek.”
"That will be all then. You may go." And Vaughan immediately re-immersed himself in his treasured bureaucracy.
Vokkir leaves his office in silence and goes to search for Olrynion. However, it may not be the best encounter given how he caused some trouble in the mess hall earlier.
Given that he last saw Olrynion in the kitchen, there would be the most logical place to check first.
He makes his way to the kitchen and finds a guard to speak to.
“Where can I find Olrynion?”
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