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Tecton wrote:Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark
After re-gaining control of his car, Thomas can see the heavily damaged Glafkos sail past him, into the turn. Thomas, not wanting to be out-done by a fresh-off-the-boat amateur, dictates that he will need to take a calculated risk in order to stay competitive. He keeps his car in fourth and enters the turn, though keeping it on the low end. He ends up taking the turn with ease, though the same couldn't be said for the Achaian, who again loses control of his car. From the sound of it, at this point, Thomas can tell that Dio's car is heavily damaged, and it would take a miracle for it to make it past the finish line.

WP: 9/18
Gear: 4/6

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

Tecton wrote:Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark

(snip)

WP: 9/18
Gear: 4/6

Kedor wrote:Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark

(snip)

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

Onorus wrote:BLUFOR

The Onorussian ground offensive was spearheaded by formations of tanks firing away at the entrenched OPFOR troops, mostly making use of high explosive shells for maximum against soft targets like infantry emplacements. Following the example of the Ozarkanni, the tankers began to vary their maneuvers rapidly. The gyro stabilized guns, enhanced by modern targeting computers, well made up for any loss in accuracy that would've occurred otherwise. The tip of the spear, the most forward tank unit, was opening fire with their coaxial machine guns as they neared the softened OPFOR lines. Their speedy assault, while effective, came at the cost over a dozen tanks knocked out of action. Even so, with the assistance of their allies the gaps in the line were easily filled. The IFVs bringing up the rear, rolling across the flat arid expanse of the badlands that surrounded the Brimstone Burbs, were travelling at rapid speeds and kicking up massive clouds of dust in their wake. Many of the newer 'Mutts' added their R-COMs to the field of fire. The OAT-90Fs, each carrying 9 infantry within their holds, additionally were carrying troops into battle on their backs.

Overhead several 'Foofighter' Ground Attack Aircraft followed the initial aerial assault by the Ozarkanni with simulated air-to-ground munitions, each one banking and breaking hard as it deployed flares in the wake of its flight. Even so, more than a few were 'painted' by the AA defenses on the ground, of those that were locked on to a handful were tagged as 'shot down'. Despite the push, it seemed the Onorussian OPFOR defenders were clawing onto to every bitter inch. Close enough in that there was a sufficient hole for the tanks to punch through, the infantry began dismounting their APCs which gradually began approaching the defensive line, providing rolling cover and suppressing fire along the way.

OPFOR

The defenders were dug in like ticks at this point, holding up in any structure, foxhole, shell crater or other cover they could find as they held fast against the coming tide. The BLUFOR tanks that managed to push past them were being tended to by teams with AT rockets, while other AT soldiers were going to work against the approaching BLUFOR APCs from both sides. The Anti-Air batteries were still operational for the most part, only one of them had been effectively knocked out while the other SAM installations were tracking and 'firing' on enemy planes almost as quickly as they could be reloaded. So far both side had done remarkably well, one in leading an assault and the other in blunting that assault, proof enough to MACO that they were ready for 'Modern Warfare' on the ground.

Space

Utilizing the preferred tactic of the Soviets, whom had supplied the bulk of the Onorussian fleet by way of numerous arms deals, the smaller warms of Patrol Cruisers were quick and agile enough to help abate some of the more punishing fire they otherwise might've endured. Despite being outsized and somewhat outclassed by their Ozarkanni adversaries, the Onorussian captains still made use of all the advantages afforded to them. Durable ships, powerful simulated 'weapons', and swift agile speed. Even the Enterprise class ships were eventually overwhelmed by the Ozarkanni and their cruiser, but the simulated defeat in space offered a telling insight into MACO doctrine. The first priority of the military had been to rearm and reequip it's ground forces first, and now that it appeared that effort had yielded fruit it was time to move on to beefing up the navy with capital ships.

In the meantime they wouldn't be able to reliable defeat an alien foe in a straight fleet action without Ozarkanni assistance, but they could hit the enemy quickly and scatter before they could be reengaged. Doctrine would be adjusted accordingly from the standard practice of lining ships up against ships to something more akin to tactics utilized by fighter aircraft. The 'Violet Marauder' exercises, of course, had several more weeks to carry on before they would finally conclude. Even so, the Generals of MACO had learned a lot about their own troops and those of their Ozarkanni allies. It had given the Onorussians, in the eyes of the Oligarchy, the green light to go ahead with a bit of foreign policy that could likely prove controversial in the weeks following the war games.

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.

Arcanstotska wrote:“My lord!” a uniformed man called out to draw the attention of his superior officer. Lifting his arm into the air, he quickly caught the attention of another man in uniform.

A tall, slender man stood proud. His face pale, as though it were to be rotting, and yet he carried with him no such stench nor curse. The bags under his eyes as gray as the ashes of his homeworld, and yet he never seemed to be tired. His mouth obscured by a special gas mask. His left arm covered by his black silk paludamentum, given to him by His Glorious Majesty the Emperor Himself, covered in lines of shining white; a signal of his high status as Grand Lord Admiral of the 2nd Imperial Armada, in which he took great pride. His torso covered by a uniform shirt of snow-white and gray trousers only visible slightly past his knees, with everything below tucked into his jackboots. His hands were covered up by black leather gloves.

Clanaka Falte walked over to the young man who had called for him. He placed his cold hand on the man’s right shoulder as he rested his eyes upon the holo-screen before him. “What have you found?” His voice was like that of an android: metallic, carrying with it an unforgiving tone.

“My lord, we’ve just received a binary message from an unknown source. I’m still trying to get the exact coordinates of the sender. It simply reads ‘Hello.’”

“Send a message back with the same word.”

“Yes, my lord.”

~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.

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote:Oswallt did not even take his eyes off the screen, his plain voice was so static in its tone, it was like a looping beat conjoined with his rapid typing. "Rohan's bullish optimism is admirable, however it does not reflect reality. The Military Assembly of Caisleán na Eangnamh, abbreviation: MACE, does not gallivant the galaxy chasing slaves. It does not have the luxury, it does not have the resources, it does not have the time. Daghan Lorcain, your captor, was a barbarian and a terrorist, guilty of capital crimes against the Athrugadhi Empire and its citizens. Your freedom was not our premeditated purpose, we were not even aware of your captivity until we had already deployed from orbit."

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

Kedor wrote: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

Achaian Peloponnese wrote: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

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

Tecton wrote: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

Kedor wrote: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

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

Kedor wrote:Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark

(snip)

WP: 11/18
Gear: 4/6

Tecton wrote:Galactic Touring Grand Prix, Anark

(snip)

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

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote: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.”

"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?"

Achaian Peloponnese wrote:The Megaron, Orbit of Delos, Thrake System
Anassa Omonoia maintained her vigilance over the Aartisian System in the days and weeks
after the conclusion of the war. Having already heard from Aqmore authorities that her
demands for complete Aartisian isolation would not be honored, the Anassa was unsurprised
to learn the details of the Conchordate’s occupation plans, and directed Ambassador Ostinis to
express her displeasure to the Haban government regarding the Aartisians’ legal ability to
import faster-than-light engines and build spacefaring vessels of any size, regardless of their
military capabilities, as well as to maintain a system defense fleet of corvettes; she once again
pointed out the damage that terrorists on civilian vessels had done to the Techno-Union, and
reminded the Aqmore of the Aartisians’ tendency to make trouble for anyone who had
attracted their immediate attention, a category that now included half of the known galaxy.
Nonetheless, albeit grudgingly, Omonoia instructed Ambassador Ostinis to express her thanks
to the Conchordate regarding the material proceeds from the war, those being the shipyard
components and surviving military vessels that had been allotted to the Achaian League in the
aftermath of the allied victory. Following the Aqmore model, Achaian executives on Evvia were
also encouraged to invest heavily in the vulnerable Aartisian economy, in the hopes of holding
another leash by which to restrain the Aartisian people’s usual impulses; Omonoia would have
preferred to see that economy obliterated entirely, of course, but the Aqmore position forced
the Anassa to find other avenues of control. Those Achaian companies that took part in this
project found themselves in an awkward position, however, as Omonoia still refused to lift the
ban on Aartisian people or goods entering Propylon or any other trading station in the League,
at least until the people and governments of the former Coalition had proven capable of acting
rationally under the Aqmore occupation. At the moment, the Anassa was reserving her
judgment.

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.

Specialist Dutch Vader, 1st Mechanized
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.)

Burgjano wrote:Occupation
Over the next few weeks, the occupation force moves into the CAS, mainly in the form of Gora
class corvettes and Mardau class gunships, along with carriers and their accompanying
drones.
CAS warships, often with their weapons disabled or disarmed, are distributed among the war
participants for scrapping or whatever purpose they may be put to. A fleet of some 200 CAS
corvettes (200m or smaller) was allowed to be maintained as patrol ships, at least for the time
being, so that the Conchordate wouldn’t overstretch its forces.

Burgjano wrote:The significant politicians and leaders in the CAS federal
government and the member state governments were taken from the CAS and brought to the
subterranean capital city Uram of the Gurvan moon Mamorea, passing by the Conchordate’s
largest shipyards and starcraft fabrication facilities in orbit. Through the windows of the civilian
transport ships taking them, they could see the twinkling blue-white-red of Antillea in the deep
red starlight of Ornea. Not long after they would disappear under the thick icy crust through
one of the moon’s harbor tunnels, descending to the deep Aqmore city of Uram.
They would find themselves housed in a large complex. Outside the windows they could see
the city dangling, seemingly precariously, from the icy ceiling of the moon’s subterranean
ocean. Aqmore swam to and fro, traveling between the buildings, with frequent submarinecraft
transporting Aqmore and goods in a similar manner to trucks or cars. However, one was
reminded of the alienness of the city by merely looking down into an endless abyss of
perpetual night. Below Uram Mamorea’s internal ocean was many tens of kilometers deep, far
dwarfing even the greatest depths an abyssal creature like an Aqmore could descent to, or any
life for that matter.
However, even at Uram’s depth the pressures outside the walls were great, being at a depth of
about 3 kilometers below the surface of the moon’s icy crust. The weight of the ice providing
the pressure. It was equivalent to the upper levels of the abyssopelagic zone of a terrestrial
world, and the temperature of the water was barely above freezing.
The CAS leaders’ accommodations were, nonetheless, relatively comfortable. The building’s
environment was regulated to be agreeable to the Aartians. However, the location of their stay
was chosen deliberately, to reduce the chance of escape. No humanoids were allowed in the
vicinity of the Aartians’ prison. And it was clear that they would be under intense investigation.

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.

Burgjano wrote:The Conchordate began a search for fresh people to replace the
entire leadership class of the former-CAS. These people would need to possess the pacifistic
and internationally-cooperative ethos that the Conchordate wished to imprint on the entire
Aartian society. The Conchordate intended to groom a fresh, new generation for Aartian
leadership, completely separate from the old leadership.

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.

Burgjano wrote:To reduce some of the administrative burden, and due the rapidity
of Borean capitulation, Diktor assigned the occupation of Boreas to Governor Saru of Kubu
and Prime Minister Trojan of Jamrak. She was aware that the Kuban leaders would seek to
grow a free democracy on the planet and would tolerate this. However, she decided that
Boreas’ shipyards were too valuable as a military asset. Approximately 75% of the planet’s
shipyard capacity would be disassembled and distributed among the intervention members, to
be relocated. The Conchordate’s share would be relocated primarily to the planet of Yaru, to
help the new colony develop a diverse range of industries, with most of the rest relocated to
the Conchordate’s Mamorean shipyards and a small amount to the Conchordate’s small,
specialized Larvon shipyards. This 75% capacity would include all shipyards built to construct
ships larger than 200 meters. The remaining sub-200m shipyards were extensively retooled,
with all of their specialized military-grade equipment removed and distributed among the
victors, converting them to civilian shipyards incapable of military-grade construction.
To replace these lost industries, the Kuban occupation would encourage a far more diverse
range of industries on and orbiting Boreas, mainly encouraging the service industry. This was
to balance removing most of the planet’s military industrial capacity without completely
collapsing the local economy.
The Kuban-Jamraki occupation intended to develop Boreas as a completely independent
republic, separated from Aartis.

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.

Burgjano wrote: Aartis itself fell directly under Antillea, with the Conchordate central
government placing most of their attention there. The occupation was eased by the high
proportion of space-based to planet-based population.

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.

Burgjano wrote: The Aartian occupation was similar to Boreas, as the Aqmore
sought to disarm the CAS at the industrial level. Aartis was more harshly treated than Boreas.
The Twilight Assembly quickly moved to tightly control CAS exploration efforts. All CAS
exploration efforts would require the presence of a Conchordate overseer. A large number of
leadership for CAS exploration would be brought to the Conchordate for the investigation.[/
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The Aqmore investigators would be in for quite story...
[quote=burgjano;36554901] The Aartian occupation reached out to Aartian corporations. They
used their power to force through hostile corporate buyouts by Aqmore companies at belowmarket prices of a handful of select mid-sized Aartian corporations with the most financial
difficulties. This was an expression of power towards the largest Aartian corporations, to
cooperate enthusiastically with the occupation lest their business be in jeopardy.
Throughout the entire former-CAS, the production of FTL drives was banned by the
occupation, forcing these drives to be imported. Existing production facilities had to be sold
off, bought up by foreign companies, disassembled, and moved to produce drives in a foreign
nation.

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.

Burgjano wrote: The Conchordate propaganda machine began to be setup in the
Aartian Occupation. Censureship and occupation control of the media was implemented,
claiming that lasting peace in the North can only be found through complete transparency,
accountability, and international dialogue, and not through military might.
Unofficially, the Gurvan moons Mamorea and Zamur became a large influence over the
occupation of Aartis’ gas giant moons.
Aartis would likely be turned into a unified, though still decentralized, federation polity, rather
than a confederacy of nations. The polities of Gaol would be unified, though it was unknown if
the Aqmore would influence them to be independent, an autonomous region of the Aartian
federation, or a normal Aartian federation state.

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.

Burgjano wrote: Aqmuller began his investigation by interrogating Aartian explorers
and military leaders for a full timeline involving the alien race and the genocidal acts committed
against them, along with the precise locations of all relevant worlds so that the Conchordate
could secure them.
In addition, Conchordate intelligence aggressively pursued all information on the Triumvirate,
its supply network, and the economic and industrial base it used. In addition to this, Director
Yundil, director of intelligence, hoped to cooperate with Soviet intelligence forces of the
Soviet Socialist Republic to stamp out terrorism originating from the formerCAS. Yundil had enjoyed piloting the Lygun, but now work needed to be done to drag out
terrorists and the Triumvirate from hiding.

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.

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote:"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?"

“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.”

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote:“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."

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote: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.”

Achaian Peloponnese wrote: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

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

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote:“I have no questions, I shall continue to listen.”

"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."

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote:"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?”

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote:“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?"

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote:"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.”

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote:“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.

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote:"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.

Ariilyth

Vordanian warriors wrote: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.

Vordanian warriors

Ariilyth wrote: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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