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Two Funerals
The beginning of the year was marked with a period of mourning, after the passing of Saoirse Ua hAillin. Her popularity with the people, though having waned slightly, was still immense, with nearly 4 billion Celts attending memorials galaxywide - nearly a fifth of the Celtic Republic's population. Speeches from her collegues and loved ones became abundant on 24-hour news, with anyone who had even remotely known the former Uachtaran making commentary on her life. Despite having not spoken to her in over twenty years, members of her family carried her coffin to the banks of the River Tyne, and left it to float downstream in accordance with her family traditions. A statue of Ua hAillin was placed outside the Senatorial Palace, while her personal estate Dhá Sléibhte was donated to the government to become the new Presidential Palace. Much of the praise afforded to her in this period mirrored that given to the former High King Brian II, who was praised by even his bitterest enemies at his funeral for their own gain.
At the same time, a very different funeral was being held. Despite the immense success of the Syndicalists in their first year of government - ending two unpopular wars, breaking up large corporations, and gaining much popularity with the people, Amagh's days were numbered. At the Celtic Syndicalist Party Conference (having been renamed from the Celtic Worker's Party), Roisin Amagh made an extremely infamous speech, which would later be refered to as "The Longest Suicide Note in the Galaxy". In it, she railed against followers of the "Radical Syndicalist" wing of the Party. The Radicals were looked down on by the Celtic Syndicalists - they were seen as essentially statist communists who wanted to subvert the anarchist principles of the Syndicalist Movement. Many personally blamed the radicals for electoral losses in Baekdu. In her firey speech - which was booed and applauded in equal measure - she attacked what she saw as irresponsible and out of control actions by communist CSP branches, against the agreements the CSP put in place to prevent such things.
"... But we cannot thrive - CANNOT thrive - with what has been mandated to us, by the people, so long as communists, ever the parasite of the common struggle, continue to subvert, distort, and corrupt our goals. We are presented with the choice of carrying out our revolution effectively and with the support of the workers, or by subjecting the Celtic people to the grotesque chaos of Radicals prowling the streets with guns, knives, and bombs! Comrades, did we learn nothing from the last eight years?"
While immensely popular with her supporters and the Syndicalist movement at large, it was extremely contraversial within her own party. Several CSP senators, seeing this as a direct violation of the party's charter to allow variation in revolutionary views, refused to take their seats in the Senate, opening up Amagh for a vote of no confidence. Amagh accepted this, believing that she was mistaken in thinking she should change the system from the inside, and also knew it would help the Syndicalists by making it appear as if the Senate had ousted her despite her popularity. More importantly, she saw the Uachtaranship as secondary to the necessary business of purging her movement of Radicals. She would be back one day, many knew, but for now she was off the main stage.
Never the less, Meicel Llywellyn pushed through a successful vote of no confidence, at the secret suggestion of Amagh herself, and fresh Uachtaran elections were called.
((You're up, Korona))
The beginning of the year was marked with a period of mourning, after the passing of Saoirse Ua hAillin. Her popularity with the people, though having waned slightly, was still immense, with nearly 4 billion Celts attending memorials galaxywide - nearly a fifth of the Celtic Republic's population. Speeches from her collegues and loved ones became abundant on 24-hour news, with anyone who had even remotely known the former Uachtaran making commentary on her life. Despite having not spoken to her in over twenty years, members of her family carried her coffin to the banks of the River Tyne, and left it to float downstream in accordance with her family traditions. A statue of Ua hAillin was placed outside the Senatorial Palace, while her personal estate Dhá Sléibhte was donated to the government to become the new Presidential Palace. Much of the praise afforded to her in this period mirrored that given to the former High King Brian II, who was praised by even his bitterest enemies at his funeral for their own gain.
At the same time, a very different funeral was being held. Despite the immense success of the Syndicalists in their first year of government - ending two unpopular wars, breaking up large corporations, and gaining much popularity with the people, Amagh's days were numbered. At the Celtic Syndicalist Party Conference (having been renamed from the Celtic Worker's Party), Roisin Amagh made an extremely infamous speech, which would later be refered to as "The Longest Suicide Note in the Galaxy". In it, she railed against followers of the "Radical Syndicalist" wing of the Party. The Radicals were looked down on by the Celtic Syndicalists - they were seen as essentially statist communists who wanted to subvert the anarchist principles of the Syndicalist Movement. Many personally blamed the radicals for electoral losses in Baekdu. In her firey speech - which was booed and applauded in equal measure - she attacked what she saw as irresponsible and out of control actions by communist CSP branches, against the agreements the CSP put in place to prevent such things.
"... But we cannot thrive - CANNOT thrive - with what has been mandated to us, by the people, so long as communists, ever the parasite of the common struggle, continue to subvert, distort, and corrupt our goals. We are presented with the choice of carrying out our revolution effectively and with the support of the workers, or by subjecting the Celtic people to the grotesque chaos of Radicals prowling the streets with guns, knives, and bombs! Comrades, did we learn nothing from the last eight years?"
While immensely popular with her supporters and the Syndicalist movement at large, it was extremely contraversial within her own party. Several CSP senators, seeing this as a direct violation of the party's charter to allow variation in revolutionary views, refused to take their seats in the Senate, opening up Amagh for a vote of no confidence. Amagh accepted this, believing that she was mistaken in thinking she should change the system from the inside, and also knew it would help the Syndicalists by making it appear as if the Senate had ousted her despite her popularity. More importantly, she saw the Uachtaranship as secondary to the necessary business of purging her movement of Radicals. She would be back one day, many knew, but for now she was off the main stage.
Never the less, Meicel Llywellyn pushed through a successful vote of no confidence, at the secret suggestion of Amagh herself, and fresh Uachtaran elections were called.
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The two Prince’s Walked onto the Bridge of the Royal Navy battleship, HMS Indefatigable, recently upgraded with the Royal Navy’s new defensive systems and modern Armor, her chrome armor scorched from a rake by a Rebel fleet's Plasma beams, and hull peppered with dents from Titanium Slugs. The ship however remained in an undamaged state, none of the shots had penetrated the ship's hull, and the side mounted lepton webbings, had kept all Missiles and torpedoes away from the ship. Prince Richard looked around at the people present, many perhaps 100 were toiling away at various computers, calculating, managing weapons checks, scanning and all other various functions required to keep the ship running. The Prince noticed they dark rings and tired looks in many of the people's eyes. “these people could drop down at any minute, I can only admire their dedication to the cause. I owe it these people to never give up”
Prince Edward Immediately walked past Richard and headed to the Captain's chair, where the admiral Francis Drake sat, talking with his fellow admirals and captains from the other ships.
“As I said, Rear Admiral Fergus, Take the 2 battlecruisers, and get up to those Privateers, I need them to regroup.”
The admiral paused as the the unheard reply passed through his headset, he quickly turned around, an angry look in his eyes. He motioned to one of the Younger officers, standing over officers dressed in the attire of Fire Control Officers.
“Commander Felix”
The young officer quickly ran over to the Admiral, “Yes, sir” He saluted.
“You just got your next Promotion, Take those 2 Bluejackets* and this decree” pulled out an official looking dataslate, “Inform Rear Admiral Fergus, that he is hereby demoted to Commander and placed in command of the Frigate HMS Xenophon, you will be taking over his duties, Commander… Or rather should I say Rear Admiral”
The New Rear Admiral beamed at him, “I will not let you down sir” He saluted again before marching off with the two Bluejackets right behind him.
Prince Edward, tapped the Admiral on the Shoulder he looked up and snorted. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Highness”
The Prince Ignored the Admirals, dry tone and continued, “Patch me through to Prince Henry and Prince Stephen and I want an Update on the Fleet.
The Admiral barked the orders to the Vox manager who quickly brought up communications with Prince Stephen and Henry, the former looked tired and gaunt, despite being only in his mid-late thirties. While the Latter, a 21 year old giant of a man at 6’ 6” looked to be having the time of his life in his black power armor.
Soon Prince Richard walked up, to join the two of them, having finished his mission to check up on every single person in the bridge who he had then gone on to give tea and coffee to after personally seeing that 3 received promotions. He turned to his uncle, “You look terrible uncle, how fares things on Albion?”
The Stephen sighed, “We have begun talks with the western nobility, their quarrel was with the Regent, as he is no longer with us, thanks in part to those Roundhead terrorists, we should be able to find a settlement, In the meantime food is being split as best as possible, although i fear we may need to bring back the workhouses to truly even up the problem. Construction of Planet to space missiles on both Albion and Warwick have so far been on track, if those blasted mercenaries come anywhere near us, they should suffer some heavy casualties.
Prince Stephen thought for a while, I will say however my wife is most disturbed by the current situation, and seeing as many of the Anglian Nobility have fled with your fleet, I feel the gaulles will be clamouring for reform should this civil war come to a close. Anyway I will not bother you with more distresses, for now you must focus on winning this war, i expect to see your grand sigils floating above the Planet soon.”
Turning now to Prince Henry, Richard smiled, “Brother what is it that makes you happy so?”
Prince Henry grinned and lifted one armored fist, “As expected many of the populace were joyous to see our return, and have risen up against the Duke, Our forces shall soon have his put down. I hope that this shall prove a quick defeat, the packages you have sent, have been most fruitful. We expect their use shall quicken the campaign immensely.
Prince Edward piped up, “what forces are we talking about here?”
Henry called to one of his assistants, who ran over with a dataslate, covered in numbers.
“Our forces are believed to number around just under a million troops, 2 units of Gaulish Marines and approximately 700,000 militias. We believe the enemy to have around 300,000 Militia, other then that, we significantly out number them in terms of armor, artillery, supplies as well as air support.”
Edward looked pleased. “How effective are these Militias?”
“Currently there's not much to them, they are effectively just your common folk armed with whatever weapon we could give them, some of them don’t even have proper flasma grade weaponry, let alone armor, heck I’ve seen one unit using the old Radium Rifles and NBC suits, form the last century! However we know that the enemies forces are in a similar situation to us and we are currently training them up and supplying them with the proper equipment. “
“As you can see, we are already establishing pre-fabricated defenses, and our position should be heavily entrenched by the time we finish training these fools into a credible fighting force.Anyway i need to get back to my duties, Prince Henry signing off”
The princes Vox caster, shut down, leaving the Bridge alone, Prince Richard turned to the Admiral, “I’m going down to the planet, I will establish communication again once I am safe until then strict radio silence.”
Francis Drake, nodded at him as the prince walked off, before turning back in his chair, he spoke through his headset again, “Fleet Admiral Drake to all commanding officers of the Royal Navy, your orders are to regroup around the Indus sub-sector of space and dig in for now, until we can all regroup, i want regular patrols from all vessels, especially around the Jumpgates.”
With that the ship’s Ion drives fired up, accelerating the ship towards the Indus system where salvation lies.
Prince Edward Immediately walked past Richard and headed to the Captain's chair, where the admiral Francis Drake sat, talking with his fellow admirals and captains from the other ships.
“As I said, Rear Admiral Fergus, Take the 2 battlecruisers, and get up to those Privateers, I need them to regroup.”
The admiral paused as the the unheard reply passed through his headset, he quickly turned around, an angry look in his eyes. He motioned to one of the Younger officers, standing over officers dressed in the attire of Fire Control Officers.
“Commander Felix”
The young officer quickly ran over to the Admiral, “Yes, sir” He saluted.
“You just got your next Promotion, Take those 2 Bluejackets* and this decree” pulled out an official looking dataslate, “Inform Rear Admiral Fergus, that he is hereby demoted to Commander and placed in command of the Frigate HMS Xenophon, you will be taking over his duties, Commander… Or rather should I say Rear Admiral”
The New Rear Admiral beamed at him, “I will not let you down sir” He saluted again before marching off with the two Bluejackets right behind him.
Prince Edward, tapped the Admiral on the Shoulder he looked up and snorted. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Highness”
The Prince Ignored the Admirals, dry tone and continued, “Patch me through to Prince Henry and Prince Stephen and I want an Update on the Fleet.
The Admiral barked the orders to the Vox manager who quickly brought up communications with Prince Stephen and Henry, the former looked tired and gaunt, despite being only in his mid-late thirties. While the Latter, a 21 year old giant of a man at 6’ 6” looked to be having the time of his life in his black power armor.
Soon Prince Richard walked up, to join the two of them, having finished his mission to check up on every single person in the bridge who he had then gone on to give tea and coffee to after personally seeing that 3 received promotions. He turned to his uncle, “You look terrible uncle, how fares things on Albion?”
The Stephen sighed, “We have begun talks with the western nobility, their quarrel was with the Regent, as he is no longer with us, thanks in part to those Roundhead terrorists, we should be able to find a settlement, In the meantime food is being split as best as possible, although i fear we may need to bring back the workhouses to truly even up the problem. Construction of Planet to space missiles on both Albion and Warwick have so far been on track, if those blasted mercenaries come anywhere near us, they should suffer some heavy casualties.
Prince Stephen thought for a while, I will say however my wife is most disturbed by the current situation, and seeing as many of the Anglian Nobility have fled with your fleet, I feel the gaulles will be clamouring for reform should this civil war come to a close. Anyway I will not bother you with more distresses, for now you must focus on winning this war, i expect to see your grand sigils floating above the Planet soon.”
Turning now to Prince Henry, Richard smiled, “Brother what is it that makes you happy so?”
Prince Henry grinned and lifted one armored fist, “As expected many of the populace were joyous to see our return, and have risen up against the Duke, Our forces shall soon have his put down. I hope that this shall prove a quick defeat, the packages you have sent, have been most fruitful. We expect their use shall quicken the campaign immensely.
Prince Edward piped up, “what forces are we talking about here?”
Henry called to one of his assistants, who ran over with a dataslate, covered in numbers.
“Our forces are believed to number around just under a million troops, 2 units of Gaulish Marines and approximately 700,000 militias. We believe the enemy to have around 300,000 Militia, other then that, we significantly out number them in terms of armor, artillery, supplies as well as air support.”
Edward looked pleased. “How effective are these Militias?”
“Currently there's not much to them, they are effectively just your common folk armed with whatever weapon we could give them, some of them don’t even have proper flasma grade weaponry, let alone armor, heck I’ve seen one unit using the old Radium Rifles and NBC suits, form the last century! However we know that the enemies forces are in a similar situation to us and we are currently training them up and supplying them with the proper equipment. “
“As you can see, we are already establishing pre-fabricated defenses, and our position should be heavily entrenched by the time we finish training these fools into a credible fighting force.Anyway i need to get back to my duties, Prince Henry signing off”
The princes Vox caster, shut down, leaving the Bridge alone, Prince Richard turned to the Admiral, “I’m going down to the planet, I will establish communication again once I am safe until then strict radio silence.”
Francis Drake, nodded at him as the prince walked off, before turning back in his chair, he spoke through his headset again, “Fleet Admiral Drake to all commanding officers of the Royal Navy, your orders are to regroup around the Indus sub-sector of space and dig in for now, until we can all regroup, i want regular patrols from all vessels, especially around the Jumpgates.”
With that the ship’s Ion drives fired up, accelerating the ship towards the Indus system where salvation lies.
Dexus Syndicate
Indus
Indus
"I just love the smell of burning ships and sweating slaves, you can´t get enough" Arkhe said while watching battles from his battlecruiser at Indus.
Nobody was listening him really, they were busy doing their duty, but Akrhe didn't mind at all. Arkhe has been alone so long that he's used to talk to himself, he can't even remember how old he was. Few hundred years maybe or thousend, doesn't matter.
"Seems like we got some addition to our fleer, Lord Arkhe" First mate interrupted his thoughts. "And slaves too".
Arkhe grins happily, "Thats good for business, I know who likes to play with slaves".
"I think we should expand our business, become sword to hire, what you think?" Arkhe said, but didn't wait or wanted answer. First mate left back to duties.
"My fleet is a thread like a snake, we hit fast and deadly. I bring chaos and death, plain and simple." Arkhe said to himself.
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Dafyydd Williams
New Unionist Party
Dafyydd WIlliams is a Celtic politician from hailing from Aberowen, a small mining town 12 hours from Dublin. Dafyydd's family traditionally held the title 'Count of Aberowen', and is an ardent supporter of restoring the monarchy. Dafyydd's political policies are reminiscent of High King Brian II's, he loves the people and the nobility in equal measure, yet he promotes a capitalist economy with little government interference. Even though Dafyydd has a small chance of winning the elections, he is the best the New Unionists can offer against the 'scourge of Syndacalism'.
Brian MacDougal
Hallinist Party
Brian MacDougal is one of the leading members of the Hallinist Party, often been hailed as 'The New hAillin' by his supporters, and 'The Bastard of the Commodore' by his critics. First serving as an aide to hAillin during her Uachtaranship, and later as the Senator of Kerry, Brian MacDougal is one of the most promising candidates in the upcoming elections. If he will snag the elections, that is yet to be seen.
William Domhnaill
Republican Party
Easily the most experienced candidate in the upcoming elections, William Domhnaill is the Republican Party's ticket to the office of Uachtaran. After living in the Republic of Baedku for seven years, Domhnaill has returned to 'lead the Republican Party to victory, and beyond'. Domhnaill's seeks to oust the Syndicalist party, and return the Celtic Republic to a 'true Republican state'.
Isaac O'Cain
Celtic Syndicalist Party
Senator Isaac O'Cain is the heir to a great throne, the throne of Rosin Amagh, most popular Uachtaran of all time. Senator O'Cain seems the likely winner in this election, due to the popularity of the CSP. However, will the anger over Amagh's bashing of Radical Syndicalists split the most popular party in the Celtic Republic? Only time will tell.
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Candidates of the National Elections of 3755
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Dafyydd Williams
New Unionist Party
Dafyydd WIlliams is a Celtic politician from hailing from Aberowen, a small mining town 12 hours from Dublin. Dafyydd's family traditionally held the title 'Count of Aberowen', and is an ardent supporter of restoring the monarchy. Dafyydd's political policies are reminiscent of High King Brian II's, he loves the people and the nobility in equal measure, yet he promotes a capitalist economy with little government interference. Even though Dafyydd has a small chance of winning the elections, he is the best the New Unionists can offer against the 'scourge of Syndacalism'.
Brian MacDougal
Hallinist Party
Brian MacDougal is one of the leading members of the Hallinist Party, often been hailed as 'The New hAillin' by his supporters, and 'The Bastard of the Commodore' by his critics. First serving as an aide to hAillin during her Uachtaranship, and later as the Senator of Kerry, Brian MacDougal is one of the most promising candidates in the upcoming elections. If he will snag the elections, that is yet to be seen.
William Domhnaill
Republican Party
Easily the most experienced candidate in the upcoming elections, William Domhnaill is the Republican Party's ticket to the office of Uachtaran. After living in the Republic of Baedku for seven years, Domhnaill has returned to 'lead the Republican Party to victory, and beyond'. Domhnaill's seeks to oust the Syndicalist party, and return the Celtic Republic to a 'true Republican state'.
Isaac O'Cain
Celtic Syndicalist Party
Senator Isaac O'Cain is the heir to a great throne, the throne of Rosin Amagh, most popular Uachtaran of all time. Senator O'Cain seems the likely winner in this election, due to the popularity of the CSP. However, will the anger over Amagh's bashing of Radical Syndicalists split the most popular party in the Celtic Republic? Only time will tell.
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Nationalist Party
Leader: Christos Ioannou
Platform
Nationalist Party
Leader: Christos Ioannou
Platform
Economic: The Party advocates as much support to industry and financial sector as possible in the form of continued deregulation, investment and tax reduction. Tariffs would be applied to all non-home grown corporations unless otherwise stated by the government.
Foreign Policy: We favor an interventionist stance for the galaxy we reside in becomes increasingly hostile with the civil war in the Zelsar Union, the war against the Solerian Republic and terrorist actions. We are not in favor of joining the Pan-Galactic Community but we are in favor of strengthening relations with the Kingdom of Francia and the Zelsar Union, with the right government in control.
Military: We will continue to push forward with military expansion and modernization to fit the needs of our glorious nation, particularly the army and fleet forces.
Immigration: The Nationalist Party favors tight restrictions on travel to and from the system even to Ajax and now Izabria. Non-humans would face greater scrutiny on entry into the nation, restricted to foreign dignitaries and heads of state.
Reform: The party would pursue both regulation of our economy while providing greater oversight and administration on trade unions while holding The Sacred Decree as the embodiment of orders and prosperity.
Foreign Policy: We favor an interventionist stance for the galaxy we reside in becomes increasingly hostile with the civil war in the Zelsar Union, the war against the Solerian Republic and terrorist actions. We are not in favor of joining the Pan-Galactic Community but we are in favor of strengthening relations with the Kingdom of Francia and the Zelsar Union, with the right government in control.
Military: We will continue to push forward with military expansion and modernization to fit the needs of our glorious nation, particularly the army and fleet forces.
Immigration: The Nationalist Party favors tight restrictions on travel to and from the system even to Ajax and now Izabria. Non-humans would face greater scrutiny on entry into the nation, restricted to foreign dignitaries and heads of state.
Reform: The party would pursue both regulation of our economy while providing greater oversight and administration on trade unions while holding The Sacred Decree as the embodiment of orders and prosperity.
Democratic Reformist Party
Leader: Stavros Gilderoy
Platform
Economic: The D.R.P support an interventionist policy due to our outright rejection of state capitalism and in recognition that a laissez-faire economy with little to no regulation being untenable in the long term. Current regulation levels would be maintained while inviting other nations to invest in our own while receiving strong support from the government itself in the form of loans, bonds and even tax credits when giving jobs to those living in poverty or military veterans.
Foreign Policy: While we favor becoming involved in the galaxy the party prefers to do so under the aegis of the Foreign Ministry rather than the military. Our policy includes formally joining the Pan-Galactic Community, seeking increased relations and even trade deals with not just governments similar to our own but towards other human oriented governments. The party would not put our nation’s finest soldiers in harm’s way unless it directly affected the security of our home and way of life, participation in any civil war would be rejected out of hand.
Military: Military spending would be not be increase, however, it would be maintained as we would seek not to necessarily expand our armed forces but rather put a strict focus on modernizing our forces to ensure that our soldiers have the best equipment and training needed to defend our homes.
Immigration: The D.R.P favors relaxing travel and immigration restrictions due to it would bring economic benefits in the form of increased spending, tourism and furthermore investment though non-human restrictions would remain in place for the time being.
Reform: The draconian measures of the last decade must come to an end, restriction on the press should be reduced significantly if not outright removed. While we support current sanctions on Trade Unions we believe that the public deserves greater liberty and as such the party would not only pass legislation to gradually remove the constraints that weigh down on our society but we would call for an overhaul of our constitution, also known as the Sacred Decree.
Foreign Policy: While we favor becoming involved in the galaxy the party prefers to do so under the aegis of the Foreign Ministry rather than the military. Our policy includes formally joining the Pan-Galactic Community, seeking increased relations and even trade deals with not just governments similar to our own but towards other human oriented governments. The party would not put our nation’s finest soldiers in harm’s way unless it directly affected the security of our home and way of life, participation in any civil war would be rejected out of hand.
Military: Military spending would be not be increase, however, it would be maintained as we would seek not to necessarily expand our armed forces but rather put a strict focus on modernizing our forces to ensure that our soldiers have the best equipment and training needed to defend our homes.
Immigration: The D.R.P favors relaxing travel and immigration restrictions due to it would bring economic benefits in the form of increased spending, tourism and furthermore investment though non-human restrictions would remain in place for the time being.
Reform: The draconian measures of the last decade must come to an end, restriction on the press should be reduced significantly if not outright removed. While we support current sanctions on Trade Unions we believe that the public deserves greater liberty and as such the party would not only pass legislation to gradually remove the constraints that weigh down on our society but we would call for an overhaul of our constitution, also known as the Sacred Decree.
Centrist Coalition
Leader: Troy Giddens
Platform
Economic: We favor a balanced approach to the economy emphasizing efforts to keep our budget within the black and incur as little debt as possible in a healthy dose of fiscal conservatism. A mixed-market economy would bring greater prosperity to the nation in addition to further diversifying our economic prowess, we would also be open to opening up the Kingdom to foreign investment to bolster the economy.
Foreign Policy: We will never return to isolationism for you gain no friends, only enemies. Diplomacy would be our first option with war being the very last resort. We favor increased relations with all human governments regardless of its administration so long as it is advantageous for our people.
Military: The Centrist Party would reduce the size of the overall military by a quarter while using the budgetary surplus to research and development to maintain the martial prowess that our military enjoys.
Immigration: The Centrists would relax travel restrictions and allow all humans into our system so long as they do not have a criminal record, they would receive citizenship status after residing in Thessalia for at least 7 years. For Ajax they would have to have resided in the system for at least 10 and Izabria for a minimum of 15 years.
Reform: The Centrist Party supports the pursuit of greater egalitarianism in society through action to increase the distribution of skills, capacities, and productive endowments, while rejecting income redistribution as the means to achieve this. We emphasizes commitment to balanced budgets, providing equal opportunity combined with an emphasis on personal responsibility, decentralization of government power to the lowest level possible, encouragement of public-private partnerships, improving labour supply, investment in human development, protection of social capital, and protection of the environment.
Foreign Policy: We will never return to isolationism for you gain no friends, only enemies. Diplomacy would be our first option with war being the very last resort. We favor increased relations with all human governments regardless of its administration so long as it is advantageous for our people.
Military: The Centrist Party would reduce the size of the overall military by a quarter while using the budgetary surplus to research and development to maintain the martial prowess that our military enjoys.
Immigration: The Centrists would relax travel restrictions and allow all humans into our system so long as they do not have a criminal record, they would receive citizenship status after residing in Thessalia for at least 7 years. For Ajax they would have to have resided in the system for at least 10 and Izabria for a minimum of 15 years.
Reform: The Centrist Party supports the pursuit of greater egalitarianism in society through action to increase the distribution of skills, capacities, and productive endowments, while rejecting income redistribution as the means to achieve this. We emphasizes commitment to balanced budgets, providing equal opportunity combined with an emphasis on personal responsibility, decentralization of government power to the lowest level possible, encouragement of public-private partnerships, improving labour supply, investment in human development, protection of social capital, and protection of the environment.
Centrist Coalition
Leader: Richard Belkis
Platform
Economic: The Prosperity Party favors trade deals with all governments regardless of ideology or inter-stellar reputation. We continue to advocate free trade and as little government regulation as possible, the government would increase spending to further support investment in corporations big and small while slashing taxes across the board rich and poor to increase consumer purchasing power which in turn would bolster the economy while lowering unemployment.
Foreign Policy: Outside of greater economic treaties and foreign investment, we would avoid any and all wars due to enormous loss of blood and treasure that would be incurred.
Military: The Prosperity Party would favor doubling the size of the fleet in order to protect the shipping lanes to ensure continued flow of goods and services within our sovereign space.
Immigration: Relaxing travel restrictions to all humans would be beneficial to the nation as increased visitation, immigration and even residency potentially brings an injection of credits into the economy.
Reform: We support legislation that gives businesses both big and small greater political representation while outlawing any and all trade unions.
Foreign Policy: Outside of greater economic treaties and foreign investment, we would avoid any and all wars due to enormous loss of blood and treasure that would be incurred.
Military: The Prosperity Party would favor doubling the size of the fleet in order to protect the shipping lanes to ensure continued flow of goods and services within our sovereign space.
Immigration: Relaxing travel restrictions to all humans would be beneficial to the nation as increased visitation, immigration and even residency potentially brings an injection of credits into the economy.
Reform: We support legislation that gives businesses both big and small greater political representation while outlawing any and all trade unions.
Liberty Party
Leader: Alexis Zaimis
Platform
Economic: A mixed economy with a predominant private sector best suits Lamia, only during a recession would government intervention be taken in the form of both monetary and fiscal policy. Through a combination of reduction of interest rates and government investment we would stabilize an ailing economy. The central banking system would be strengthened to not only offer loans to home-grown corporations but also to international institutions to improve our economic standing in the galaxy.
Foreign Policy: We would immediately petition the Pan Galactic Community for entry into their organization to help promote peace throughout the systems while seeking closer relations to all democratic institutions, be that a Republic or Monarchy. Human or other.
Military: The bloated armed forces would be scaled back significantly and relegated to pure defense of the home systems, however, we would not falter in our support of making sure our equipment, vehicles and space-faring vessels remain on par with the rest of the galaxy to ensure continued security.
Immigration: All would be welcome into the Polity with humans receiving residency after 5 years and citizenship after 7.
Reform: A constitutional convention would be convened to decide the political future and foundation of the polity while ensuring liberty and freedom for all who reside within our borders from Freedom of Expression to Freedom of Religion.
Foreign Policy: We would immediately petition the Pan Galactic Community for entry into their organization to help promote peace throughout the systems while seeking closer relations to all democratic institutions, be that a Republic or Monarchy. Human or other.
Military: The bloated armed forces would be scaled back significantly and relegated to pure defense of the home systems, however, we would not falter in our support of making sure our equipment, vehicles and space-faring vessels remain on par with the rest of the galaxy to ensure continued security.
Immigration: All would be welcome into the Polity with humans receiving residency after 5 years and citizenship after 7.
Reform: A constitutional convention would be convened to decide the political future and foundation of the polity while ensuring liberty and freedom for all who reside within our borders from Freedom of Expression to Freedom of Religion.
Syndicalist Party
Party Leader: Nikos Metaxas
Platform
Economic: Under a Syndicalist government we would begin phasing out capitalism by forming up co-operatives and not only disbanding the Prosperity Party but also reduce the Corporations to limited, small scale private commerce and nothing more. The central government will only oversee the co-ops.
Foreign Policy: We would return to a policy of limited isolationism where we would have close ties and even alliance with fellow Syndicalist governments. Entry into the Pan-Galactic Community would be debated and ultimately voted upon in the Labour Union Congress.
Military: The national army would be divided up strictly by community rather than scaled down or even disbanded. Service would remain voluntary unless in times of crisis such as war.
Immigration: All people from all walks of life should be able to travel among the stars and bare witness to the greatness of Syndicalism. Residency and eventually citizenship would be offered to all those who meet specific requirements regardless of background or species.
Reform: We would pass legislation that would restrict capitalism, reformulate both the “Aristocrat” class and the military itself while giving local governments the bulk of governing power. The power of welfare, law and defense would rest in the hands of our locals, our communities as it should be. Democracy would be enacted through Workplace democracy, in other words people elect Union representatives, which represent their union in a Labour Union Congress, which is the core legislative body that ultimate replaces our flawed parliament. The Sacred Decree would be abolished.
Foreign Policy: We would return to a policy of limited isolationism where we would have close ties and even alliance with fellow Syndicalist governments. Entry into the Pan-Galactic Community would be debated and ultimately voted upon in the Labour Union Congress.
Military: The national army would be divided up strictly by community rather than scaled down or even disbanded. Service would remain voluntary unless in times of crisis such as war.
Immigration: All people from all walks of life should be able to travel among the stars and bare witness to the greatness of Syndicalism. Residency and eventually citizenship would be offered to all those who meet specific requirements regardless of background or species.
Reform: We would pass legislation that would restrict capitalism, reformulate both the “Aristocrat” class and the military itself while giving local governments the bulk of governing power. The power of welfare, law and defense would rest in the hands of our locals, our communities as it should be. Democracy would be enacted through Workplace democracy, in other words people elect Union representatives, which represent their union in a Labour Union Congress, which is the core legislative body that ultimate replaces our flawed parliament. The Sacred Decree would be abolished.
GNN 3754
The Terrorist organization based on Xanthi have started their own Dark forums and Holo tv transmissions, from pirate channels. We have even received news they have grown in popularity in the tribes and some poor areas of xanthi. With some people even swearing members of the organization meeting with rich people from Xan´thi (+200k members, +50 billion funding)
Seems the terrible Vincent tam is once more gone from our lives, and we hope it stay that way. Some swear he was last seen buying tremendous amounts of supplies in Francia and then another time jumping through a wormhole to never seen again. (vincent tam leave Old world. -100 Billion supplies, +300 Billion selling of it)
Some independent adventures and probes have return with mysterious telling of unidentified signals until now completely mysterious to us, however recent development tell us is likely more ships from a new alien race discovered in the new galaxy! a very exciting time indeed. (Valix Veer+ Belief Veer near desert planet found. Animal live present no civilization or sentient detected.)
An unidentified fleet, likely pirate fleet struck Basarara system this year, raiding the trade lines and scaring trade stations, they keep attack in low levels yet still pillages some money...we shudder to think what if they attack fully the near defenseless colony, even for adrallan people that would be a horrible fate. At the same time this happen the mysterious Iraddita Veer fleet arrived to Carpannova and established communications with the Adrallan officials in there, making them be the second sentient race found in the savage lands of the new world.! (Basarara lightly raided by Sanctorum Veer (you don't know is them) +50 billion to Sanctorum Veer)(Iraddita Veer in carpannova)
With the peace signed between the celtic government and the gangs, not everyone was happy, part of the mara alliance and some other K.O.P sponsored gangs parted away from the originals and moved residency to soltus systems, blending with the many millions of new immigrants and setting up shop. (reminder of K.O.P aligned gangs moved to Soltus)
The Infamous terrorist of the K.O.P must have some sort of mind control device as millions move to their home system after immigration restriction are lifted, citizenship promised along with your own property by government construction and even claims to sea zones and islands. Must come from Albion asteroid system running away from celtic control. (-300 Billion for KOP, + 100 Million people to KOP)
The renown hunter Lord Stoute have surprised us once more, environmentalist and animal conservation groups accuse him of hunting endangered species in the K.O.P system bringing to almost annihilation some sort of whale and profiting by the selling or their carcasses. What else will this man hunt? we do not know! (+20 Billion exotic animal carcasses sell)
A person close to the Stoute informed us, over 50% of the money he had saved up in his barony got robbed by pirates in the way to KOP terror-land, we feel sad for the old man, yet he should know better than to be there. (+100 Billion credits to Stout)
The infame Arkhe and his syndicate strike again!, this time the system of lysithia have been raided as authorities concentrate on the war, thanks god the fleet send wasnt the full might of their forces and could only target trade ships until some battlecruisers make them abandon the system. (+40 Billions to Dexus)
A lot of money moved this year through the black market, how we know? some men were caught attempting to smuggle near 150 billions into Dominion space, they confessed it was part of a payment for some advance cloak system sold to Arkhe..however we know another 500 billion sit safely in some shady dominion bank. (Medium cloak system for 10 ships obtained)
Contacting Carpannova
The orbiting Fleet.
Greetings, residential government of Valun'Tue. As you call, Carpannova, we are Iraddita Veer. This is an Craftworld, containing the last remnants of our once proud race. Our leader is Mavilian, I, speaking to you now, am Farseer Taldoa. I have been trained to deal with other species, and I am glad to be the first one representing my race. We are known as the Fyeria. If you have any questions of our biology, if you wish to learn more about this galaxy, or if you want to simply establish diplomatic relations, we would be gladly accepting of such. We are.. Interested ourselves, and would like to urge your representatives in seriously considering meeting myself in person. Our goal is to further life, in pursuit of studying all living things. So, what do you choose?
The orbiting Fleet.
The Knight of Progress are eager to open diplomatic talks with this newly found race. There is much that could be learned of one another, and innovations in all fields that could be achieved. We thus offer your diplomats or our own to visit our respective sectors of space.
Governor Melanin Trava repeatedly checked his datapad as he nervously walked to the control center. For six years his colony had prospered and everyone worked in relative relaxation. Even as the War of Solesian Containment seemed likely to go bad with the assault on Skyheart, they'd been fine on Carpannova. The Tylorisian Galaxy was safe and only held oppertunities, that's what everyone knew. It was too much trouble to invade they said. Out here everything was safe.
Now he walked into the control center as technicians scrambled around and data streamed across every screen. The main holographic display was more static- it showed the dozens of ships in orbit above the planet. 10 capital ships and dozens of escorts. Nothing to the main Adrallan fleet in the old galaxy, but out here that was huge. And with the reports coming in from the attack on Basarara, everyone was on edge. One technician he passed was shouting they were the same ships, and the message was a trick to get the defenses down. Another responded angrily by pointing out no one knew what the ships that attacked Basarara looked like. Trava walked past before he heard anything else.
As he walked up a flight of stairs to reach the primary command point, he noticed it wasn't secondary governor Larsynian Delish directing the technicians, but rather Senior Communications Officer Valla Kheridan gesturing commands to the others as she angrily spoke at the screen in front of her showing Captain Yeveno Namiden.
"Captain I need those fighters in the air. They say they're here for peace, but we can't blindly trust that, or it will be too late if they do attack." Kheridan spoke firmly, with subdued hostility behind her orders, but there was also a weariness to it. Most likely from having to deal with this unexpected situation.
"It's not a matter of whether I think it's a good idea, Senior Communications Officer Kheridan, "Captain Namiden pointedly drew out her title, "But rather a matter of authority. A member of the cultural pillar has no right to give orders to a member of the military pillar. Only Governor Trava or Secondary Governor Delish have the authority to deal with this situation."
Kheridan slammed her hands on the desk in front of her, " We don't have time to wait for them, we need to take action now, and I'm the most senior one here. Now you either get those fighters in the air ASAP, or by the time I'm done with your reputation they'll need to invent new ranks for your demotion."
Captain Namiden opened his mouth to respond, but before he had a chance to say anything Governor Trava stepped forward, hoping he sounded more authoritative than he felt.
"Captain, those fighters are needed in the air, regardless of the true intentions of those ships. And if I ever find out you put petty hierarchy concerns ahead of the demands of your position again, they'll need to invent new ranks for your demotion."
Captain Maiden frowned and tried to hide the blue blush his face now had to it. "Aye aye, sir." he responded, and then the screen blinked out.
Kheridan turned and glared at the Governor, "What took you so long? I've been dealing with the army, the mines, the engineers, and the anarchy in here, and all of them have been giving me the run around since I don't have the proper authority. And you couldn't even make up a different threat against Namiden?"
Trava sheepishly scratched his head with his upper right hand, while he threaded the fingers on his lower hands together, "Well, you see, on the way to my office it was a mad house in the halls, and the turbolift was down, because some loony on the 30th floor decided he needed to get out of the building faster than the elevator was getting to him, so he opened the doors manually and took the express route. Now they've shut down the elevators to clean up the mess, so I had to take the stairs, which were also packed, and then in my office I called Delish to get him here to actually work, rather than focus on his silly war games, but it seems he ignored that. Then on the way back I got cornered by Xernov from accounting about how this was clearly a Diclonii plot to sell more Landing Castles by creating a colonial scare. As I tried to get away from him, assuring him I'd take it into consideration, Rolendal from the ACEI branch interrupted and started telling us about how the fleet was actually a Baekdu plot to create a colonial scare that would limit competition in the Tylorisian Galaxy. It took me 5 minutes to get away from the ensuing argument. And I only reused your threat against Namiden because it was a good one."
Kheridan had rolled her eyes repeatedly through the governor's story, while gesturing to the other technicians, but she outright snorted to his excuse for the threat. "More like you couldn't make up a decent threat to save your life. I have no idea how you ended up governor of this place. Delish even more so. That useless pile of lard can't be taken away from his Holo Games for more than an hour. How'd he even pass basic training?"
Quick to get the conversation away from his own faults Trava torn into his subordinate, "No idea, he's been totally useless since day 1 here, always whining about how boring it is. Now we have something chaotic, and he's no where to be found. I'm not putting up with him anymore, he's relieved of his position as Secondary Governor. That's now your position."
Kheridan had arched her eyebrow in surprise at Trava showing enough backbone to fire Belish, but was even more shocked to find herself named his replacement, "Can't say I expected that. I'm honored sir. Though we should probably deal with the fleet in orbit now."
In the excitement Trava had nearly forgotten about the fleet, "Oh right, the aliens. They seem pretty self-centered with their offers about telling us about themselves. Means they're confident too, not afraid about weakening themselves from giving us intel. Combined with their fleet size and offer to meet in person, I'd say they are extremely dangerous. The stuff about pursuit of studying living things is also worrying, we've all seen enough Holos to know where that leads. Granted this is real life, not fiction, but all things considered, I don't trust them. Then again, what choice do we have? No warships here, and months away from the nearest fleet, which will be busy fighting the war with Solesia and the communists. Worst case scenario with trying to negotiate is that they attack anyways and we've bought a bit of time. Though I'd hate to be the one meeting them in person if it is the worst case scenario."
Kheridan gripped her chin in thought, thinking for several seconds before responding, "Well they never specified where they'd meet in person. Perhaps we arrange the meeting planetside?"
"Worth a shot."
Now he walked into the control center as technicians scrambled around and data streamed across every screen. The main holographic display was more static- it showed the dozens of ships in orbit above the planet. 10 capital ships and dozens of escorts. Nothing to the main Adrallan fleet in the old galaxy, but out here that was huge. And with the reports coming in from the attack on Basarara, everyone was on edge. One technician he passed was shouting they were the same ships, and the message was a trick to get the defenses down. Another responded angrily by pointing out no one knew what the ships that attacked Basarara looked like. Trava walked past before he heard anything else.
As he walked up a flight of stairs to reach the primary command point, he noticed it wasn't secondary governor Larsynian Delish directing the technicians, but rather Senior Communications Officer Valla Kheridan gesturing commands to the others as she angrily spoke at the screen in front of her showing Captain Yeveno Namiden.
"Captain I need those fighters in the air. They say they're here for peace, but we can't blindly trust that, or it will be too late if they do attack." Kheridan spoke firmly, with subdued hostility behind her orders, but there was also a weariness to it. Most likely from having to deal with this unexpected situation.
"It's not a matter of whether I think it's a good idea, Senior Communications Officer Kheridan, "Captain Namiden pointedly drew out her title, "But rather a matter of authority. A member of the cultural pillar has no right to give orders to a member of the military pillar. Only Governor Trava or Secondary Governor Delish have the authority to deal with this situation."
Kheridan slammed her hands on the desk in front of her, " We don't have time to wait for them, we need to take action now, and I'm the most senior one here. Now you either get those fighters in the air ASAP, or by the time I'm done with your reputation they'll need to invent new ranks for your demotion."
Captain Namiden opened his mouth to respond, but before he had a chance to say anything Governor Trava stepped forward, hoping he sounded more authoritative than he felt.
"Captain, those fighters are needed in the air, regardless of the true intentions of those ships. And if I ever find out you put petty hierarchy concerns ahead of the demands of your position again, they'll need to invent new ranks for your demotion."
Captain Maiden frowned and tried to hide the blue blush his face now had to it. "Aye aye, sir." he responded, and then the screen blinked out.
Kheridan turned and glared at the Governor, "What took you so long? I've been dealing with the army, the mines, the engineers, and the anarchy in here, and all of them have been giving me the run around since I don't have the proper authority. And you couldn't even make up a different threat against Namiden?"
Trava sheepishly scratched his head with his upper right hand, while he threaded the fingers on his lower hands together, "Well, you see, on the way to my office it was a mad house in the halls, and the turbolift was down, because some loony on the 30th floor decided he needed to get out of the building faster than the elevator was getting to him, so he opened the doors manually and took the express route. Now they've shut down the elevators to clean up the mess, so I had to take the stairs, which were also packed, and then in my office I called Delish to get him here to actually work, rather than focus on his silly war games, but it seems he ignored that. Then on the way back I got cornered by Xernov from accounting about how this was clearly a Diclonii plot to sell more Landing Castles by creating a colonial scare. As I tried to get away from him, assuring him I'd take it into consideration, Rolendal from the ACEI branch interrupted and started telling us about how the fleet was actually a Baekdu plot to create a colonial scare that would limit competition in the Tylorisian Galaxy. It took me 5 minutes to get away from the ensuing argument. And I only reused your threat against Namiden because it was a good one."
Kheridan had rolled her eyes repeatedly through the governor's story, while gesturing to the other technicians, but she outright snorted to his excuse for the threat. "More like you couldn't make up a decent threat to save your life. I have no idea how you ended up governor of this place. Delish even more so. That useless pile of lard can't be taken away from his Holo Games for more than an hour. How'd he even pass basic training?"
Quick to get the conversation away from his own faults Trava torn into his subordinate, "No idea, he's been totally useless since day 1 here, always whining about how boring it is. Now we have something chaotic, and he's no where to be found. I'm not putting up with him anymore, he's relieved of his position as Secondary Governor. That's now your position."
Kheridan had arched her eyebrow in surprise at Trava showing enough backbone to fire Belish, but was even more shocked to find herself named his replacement, "Can't say I expected that. I'm honored sir. Though we should probably deal with the fleet in orbit now."
In the excitement Trava had nearly forgotten about the fleet, "Oh right, the aliens. They seem pretty self-centered with their offers about telling us about themselves. Means they're confident too, not afraid about weakening themselves from giving us intel. Combined with their fleet size and offer to meet in person, I'd say they are extremely dangerous. The stuff about pursuit of studying living things is also worrying, we've all seen enough Holos to know where that leads. Granted this is real life, not fiction, but all things considered, I don't trust them. Then again, what choice do we have? No warships here, and months away from the nearest fleet, which will be busy fighting the war with Solesia and the communists. Worst case scenario with trying to negotiate is that they attack anyways and we've bought a bit of time. Though I'd hate to be the one meeting them in person if it is the worst case scenario."
Kheridan gripped her chin in thought, thinking for several seconds before responding, "Well they never specified where they'd meet in person. Perhaps we arrange the meeting planetside?"
"Worth a shot."
As the message was received, the Lifeworkers cheered that their contact had been successful. An new transmission was sent directly to the building that transmitted back to them, as their shields emitted from their ships, it was green and lively, making waves of energy.
After Governor Trava had sent his response to the alien fleet, the chaos of the control room had turned into more ordered anarchy, as the technicians and others who had entered the room drew into sides that supported letting the aliens come to the planet, and those that were against it. Those for it said diplomacy was needed and it was less risky than sending people to the alien fleet. Those against argued many things, that no physical contact was need, that the aliens couldn't be negotiated with, that letting them come planetside could be a security leak, that the aliens had psychic powers and could brainwash those they meet, and other less coherent theories. The alien response about teleporting down only fueled the paranoia of those against a meeting. Many were certain that if the jammers were lifted the control room would be flooded with alien marines to wipe out organized resistance (Others were instead convinced it would be alien monsters that would be teleported into the room).
Governor Trava tried to convince them to calm down, "While turning off the jammer could allow them to send in armed forces, they'd only be off temporarily and any forces they send through would become trapped. They would take far greater losses by doing such an attack than just bombing the colony from orbit."
An army Colonel, Sokital Perime, shook his head, "The shields can hold off a fleet like theirs for months, if not years. They can't know how far away our fleets are, so they want to get us quickly, in case reinforcements are coming. Everything else is just pretense."
One of the younger technicians chimed in, "And besides, the beasts they send in are probably immune to any weapons we have."
Governor Trava noticed even the Colonel rolled his eyes at that. Someone in the cultural pillar had apparently been big on the Holo cliches and gotten it stuck in a bunch of the last few batches out of the Academy. The abnormally large number of them on Carpannova suggested to Trava that some requisition worker had decided to dump the worst of the bunch in the colonies, either as a joke or because he saw the colonies as a dumping ground. He had similar feelings regarding the military personal with their belligerence and hardheadedness, Colonel Perime and Captain Namiden, or general uselessness, Ex-Secondary Governor Delish.
"I doubt they'll send animals or something of that nature, this is real life, not the holos. As for them trying to trick us into getting wiped out by teleporting forces rather than wait out the shields... I don't think their actions fit with that. During their first transmission they offered information about themselves and acted like we needed to learn from them .That's self-centeredness, and confidence enough to not be threatened by giving us intel. Based on that, they wouldn't assume our shields couldn't be breached without testing them. Thus if they'd want to save time, they'd have fired on our shields first to test them."
New Secondary Governor Kheridan had been fairly silent up to now, but at Trava's explanation she frowned, "You think they'd launch an attack before trying to trick us into letting our forces in? Doesn't that strike you as counter-intuitive?"
Trava pressed the tips of his fingers together repeatedly on his upper hands while he clasped his lower hands, "Perhaps I made myself unclear. I didn't mean they attack before trying to trick us, I'm saying they would trick us first thing off the bat, since they seem to have a high opinion of themselves and thus wouldn't think they'd need to trick us to easily take the colony. I believe their message is more or less genuine. Though we should still be careful."
Colonel Perime drummed both of his left hands on the nearest desk, "You're making a lot of inferences from rather short communications. We have hundreds of millions of citizens hanging in the balance, and I for one want better assurance than thinking they are probably trustable based off what you interpret from a single line."
Before Trava had a chance to respond Kheridan interrupted, "I think the Governor's correct. These aliens seem to be genuine about wanting to talk with us. Even if they are hostile, what can we hope to gain by spurning them? They'll attack regardless and we can't hold out long enough to be saved. If they are genuine, then by spurning them, we could drive them to attack us, making the situation worse. Letting them teleport in is a risk, but it's the only risk worth taking."
Colonel Perime scowled, but only responded with a resigned grunt. Many of the younger technicians realized that the aliens would be coming, and made a bee-line for the exit, with the one who had made the comment earlier leading the exodus. Trava only hoped that none of them decided waiting for an elevator was too much work and took the express route. Again. He swore he had the dumbest non-Vanitasi in the Oligarchy. Probably the dumbest Vanitasi too if the reports about mine collapses were anything to go off of.
The control room was now less crowded and much calmer, better for meeting the aliens and leaving a good impression. The remaining technicians moved to clear any unsightly datapads or holoscreens, and make sure no classified information was in the open. Governor Trava returned to the main console to send the message to the aliens.
Governor Trava tried to convince them to calm down, "While turning off the jammer could allow them to send in armed forces, they'd only be off temporarily and any forces they send through would become trapped. They would take far greater losses by doing such an attack than just bombing the colony from orbit."
An army Colonel, Sokital Perime, shook his head, "The shields can hold off a fleet like theirs for months, if not years. They can't know how far away our fleets are, so they want to get us quickly, in case reinforcements are coming. Everything else is just pretense."
One of the younger technicians chimed in, "And besides, the beasts they send in are probably immune to any weapons we have."
Governor Trava noticed even the Colonel rolled his eyes at that. Someone in the cultural pillar had apparently been big on the Holo cliches and gotten it stuck in a bunch of the last few batches out of the Academy. The abnormally large number of them on Carpannova suggested to Trava that some requisition worker had decided to dump the worst of the bunch in the colonies, either as a joke or because he saw the colonies as a dumping ground. He had similar feelings regarding the military personal with their belligerence and hardheadedness, Colonel Perime and Captain Namiden, or general uselessness, Ex-Secondary Governor Delish.
"I doubt they'll send animals or something of that nature, this is real life, not the holos. As for them trying to trick us into getting wiped out by teleporting forces rather than wait out the shields... I don't think their actions fit with that. During their first transmission they offered information about themselves and acted like we needed to learn from them .That's self-centeredness, and confidence enough to not be threatened by giving us intel. Based on that, they wouldn't assume our shields couldn't be breached without testing them. Thus if they'd want to save time, they'd have fired on our shields first to test them."
New Secondary Governor Kheridan had been fairly silent up to now, but at Trava's explanation she frowned, "You think they'd launch an attack before trying to trick us into letting our forces in? Doesn't that strike you as counter-intuitive?"
Trava pressed the tips of his fingers together repeatedly on his upper hands while he clasped his lower hands, "Perhaps I made myself unclear. I didn't mean they attack before trying to trick us, I'm saying they would trick us first thing off the bat, since they seem to have a high opinion of themselves and thus wouldn't think they'd need to trick us to easily take the colony. I believe their message is more or less genuine. Though we should still be careful."
Colonel Perime drummed both of his left hands on the nearest desk, "You're making a lot of inferences from rather short communications. We have hundreds of millions of citizens hanging in the balance, and I for one want better assurance than thinking they are probably trustable based off what you interpret from a single line."
Before Trava had a chance to respond Kheridan interrupted, "I think the Governor's correct. These aliens seem to be genuine about wanting to talk with us. Even if they are hostile, what can we hope to gain by spurning them? They'll attack regardless and we can't hold out long enough to be saved. If they are genuine, then by spurning them, we could drive them to attack us, making the situation worse. Letting them teleport in is a risk, but it's the only risk worth taking."
Colonel Perime scowled, but only responded with a resigned grunt. Many of the younger technicians realized that the aliens would be coming, and made a bee-line for the exit, with the one who had made the comment earlier leading the exodus. Trava only hoped that none of them decided waiting for an elevator was too much work and took the express route. Again. He swore he had the dumbest non-Vanitasi in the Oligarchy. Probably the dumbest Vanitasi too if the reports about mine collapses were anything to go off of.
The control room was now less crowded and much calmer, better for meeting the aliens and leaving a good impression. The remaining technicians moved to clear any unsightly datapads or holoscreens, and make sure no classified information was in the open. Governor Trava returned to the main console to send the message to the aliens.
"Greetings. I am Farseer Taldoa. My seniors advised against coming in person, but I wished to meet you all in my natural shape.." She had a bit of an hiss to her words, not out of malice, they were clearly apart of her speech. She also seemed to understand them, or at least, had some type of devise that would let her speak to you. "I am sure you have many questions, likely, why we are here. Well, as I have stated since the very beginning, we are in.. The pursuit of life." She held our her hand, an image of an green, serenic symbol floating above it. "We would like to establish an embassy here, and let our two races study each other. We will tell you anything you wish to know, to prepare you for this galaxy." She peered her head at whom she perceived to be the Governor.
Governor Trava stared silently as the alien talked to him. She was shorter than a montadonian, but from what he could remember she was probably taller than a human. He tried not to focus on the curves of her body and the tight suit, though calling it that was generous. This was an important moment in the history of the Oligarchy, and he needed to stay focused. As the alien finished he waited a few seconds in silence as he struggled to find the words to respond, only getting more flustered as he thought about how important this was and why he shouldn't screw it up.
Kheridan thankfully spoke before his indecisiveness became readily apparent, "I'm Secondary Governor Valla Kheridan, and it is a pleasure to meet you Farseer Taldoa. We would be willing to accept your offer to establish an embassy here, however as you say there are questions we must ask and need answers for. Where is your polity in this galaxy, and how is it governed? What brings you to our colony, when we are aware of many other colonies from other polities we have not heard of encountering your people? And lastly would you know anything about a fleet of ships that raided another colony of ours, at a neighboring system? We call that system Basarara."
Determined to not look powerless or incompetent Trava spoke up once Kheridan was finished, "Yes what my Second says represents our official line of questioning. We also only hope for peaceful and fruitful relations with your polity."
Kheridan barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Kheridan thankfully spoke before his indecisiveness became readily apparent, "I'm Secondary Governor Valla Kheridan, and it is a pleasure to meet you Farseer Taldoa. We would be willing to accept your offer to establish an embassy here, however as you say there are questions we must ask and need answers for. Where is your polity in this galaxy, and how is it governed? What brings you to our colony, when we are aware of many other colonies from other polities we have not heard of encountering your people? And lastly would you know anything about a fleet of ships that raided another colony of ours, at a neighboring system? We call that system Basarara."
Determined to not look powerless or incompetent Trava spoke up once Kheridan was finished, "Yes what my Second says represents our official line of questioning. We also only hope for peaceful and fruitful relations with your polity."
Kheridan barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Taldoa was pleased that the woman responded to her, turning her head immediately to her. She gave no signal that she received anything she said, standing perfectly still before breathing audibly. "We do not originate from this galaxy." She let that sink in, "We have traveled for millennial, our civilization having been destroyed by an disastrous virus, spread by own greed and faults, started by the great evil in this Universe. If you ever meet it, we advise you to flee." She had stated all she had to say on that, and continued on, "As we said, we are the remnants of our species, yet.. That was not entirely true, and not entirely untrue." She scanned the woman, an laser covering her in a green field, before it retracted back into the top of her mask.
"You were the closet to our ships, and we do not discriminate. We apologize if we offended... We could leave if you wish, as we said, this is an diplomatic mission." She stayed silent for a moment as she weighed her options about Basarara. "We know of those that threaten you. They are pirates, brigands, raiders. We have seen what you are capable of, and if they have inflicted any damage, they won't stop until that world is sparse and left of nothing of note. We advise you to evacuate." She said frankly, clenching her fist. "Y-yet.. There is an alternative.. You see, there is an fleet twice as large as ours, they would be able to dispatch these.. Valons, or Raiders as you call them, quickly and efficiently. Our own capabilities do nothing to compare."
She paused, "We are wishing for the continuation of all races, and defense against the downfall of our own. However, our mission is not wholescale. If you wish to save this colony, and you wish to call the Golden Armada, be forewarned that they are not.. As accommodating as we are." She bowed herself, "We would like to note, well, I would, that I am thoroughly impressed of your People as of yet. You are an strong woman Kheridan." Standing, She nodded her head respectfully at her.
"You were the closet to our ships, and we do not discriminate. We apologize if we offended... We could leave if you wish, as we said, this is an diplomatic mission." She stayed silent for a moment as she weighed her options about Basarara. "We know of those that threaten you. They are pirates, brigands, raiders. We have seen what you are capable of, and if they have inflicted any damage, they won't stop until that world is sparse and left of nothing of note. We advise you to evacuate." She said frankly, clenching her fist. "Y-yet.. There is an alternative.. You see, there is an fleet twice as large as ours, they would be able to dispatch these.. Valons, or Raiders as you call them, quickly and efficiently. Our own capabilities do nothing to compare."
She paused, "We are wishing for the continuation of all races, and defense against the downfall of our own. However, our mission is not wholescale. If you wish to save this colony, and you wish to call the Golden Armada, be forewarned that they are not.. As accommodating as we are." She bowed herself, "We would like to note, well, I would, that I am thoroughly impressed of your People as of yet. You are an strong woman Kheridan." Standing, She nodded her head respectfully at her.
Galaxy Wide News
lets start our yearly galactic conflict recap with the war of the Anti-regency turned the war of the Three princes and the duke.
The first movement of the second phase of the war, was done by the duke Harold of indus, nationalizing all Weyland-Yutani assets in Indus (really only the quarter he controlled) and redistributing it to nobles and supporters alike. Then he declared effective mobilization of whatever men he could gather for war against the loyalist troops. of the seventeen and a half million expected little short of eight million men appeared in the mobilization centers across his territory as the loyalist troops advanced upon them. With short time on their hand half were send barely equipped to battle meanwhile the rest were put to whatever training they could be spared by the sacrifices up front.
It is known now many of the gurkhas and sikhs leaders held back their men as they were bought by Prince richard promises of reforms and more liberties, joining the ranks of the loyalists. Declaring mobilization of their troops to, the loyalist gathered an impressive amount of men, close to thirty six million men, with close to fifteen million sent to the fronts with a rifle every ten men and ten bullets meanwhile the rest were equipped better.
Soon enough the two militia forces meet up and brutal fight began in open fields, with only heavy support given by the two marine divisions landed previously by the loyalist. The men of the duke fought valiantly and with more ammunition and weapons per man killed many of the attackers. though eventually overwhelmed and forces to rout a the loyalist forces advanced. That month long battle gave time for the duke forces to be equipped better and trained some more and when the advancing militia meet this force it was defeated completely. Millions were captured or killed.
This victory proved just a temporary respite as nearly twenty million men and woman invaded the city territories four month laters, quickly defeating the resistance especially as two mechanized units and near four heavy infantry had been produced. Soon enough the resistance routed and the duke yielded the field. Promised a fair trial by his peers he was captured. Famously stating he prefered to surrender and spare Neo Bombay destruction than to fight for a pointless cause.
Its reported nerve gas was launched by the loyalist forces upon the rebel resistance in the battle for the town of Caligari, and the Field of New Hampshire. Where international reporters noticed the widely use of gasmask for the militias and the quick way the defenders gave ground, likely surprised by the attack and not activating on time their own mask/filters. Its believed several million civilians were affected by the spreading nerve gas upon unsuspecting population, the military have denied such accusations and say nothing is there to proof the use of such weapons.
In Tetra Volcanus things would spiral out of control, real fast as the two enemies hated each other so much they simply seem to consider the other animals to be kill and no more the rebels were smart and used their terrain and more knowledge of the land to position themselves and easily contain the advance of the loyalist militias which now half a million men, likely the whole male population in the planet loyal to the commonwealth monarchy and not the duke. In the other side the duke was arming and training thanks to the kop his own militias to fight back with close to seven hundred thousand plus near one hundred thousand infantrymen.
Seems luck would not be with the rebels as a training accident by the kop, hit a vital component of the shield generators and the orbiting fleet got to work. The few cannons in place tried their best to shot the ships down and indeed some fell burning but the rest began bombing rebel positions and training bases. The shield was able to boot up once more when the emergency backup power supply went on and stop the bombardment, but the damage was done only two hundred militia remained after it and close to ten millions of civilians were death in the quick frame of time. Some accuse the KOP to have plan that as the albion fleet reacted to quick as it ready for it.
in desperation as the loyalist militias marched upon them, the General Henry Knoxx decided to use chemical weapons against the loyalist superior numbers. Using canisters fill with deathly gas from volcanoes and so on were deployed regularly to the battlefield effectively until gas mask were issued for everyone in the loyalist. Though almost one hundred thousand had died to the traps. The battle keep going for the rest of the year as loyalist numbers dwindle and the rebels received an influx of militias to their site.
In the battle of the Tetramer hill, the loyalist dreams died as a army of two hundred fifty fought and army of two hundred and fifty tired men. After one week of battle the loyalist forces surrendered. as the war on land was lost the albish fleet warned if rebels forces crossed into their controlled land they would cleans it up which make them pause for the time being.
The last theater was albion itself were things would become somewhat bizarre. Before even the celtic navy leaving the first civilian casualties on the system occurred. Three transport ships somehow managed to pass the rebel blockade, and were pursuit by some ships of the fleets, one of them head up to one of the moons of Albion where a big lunar city was located meanwhile the other two attempted to enter albion orbit, identification numbers and papers were given so the defenses would not shoot them down. One of the operator found it weird..they didn't sound albiones enough..and more like translator voice..suspicious soon enough engulfed him as he became paranoid and decided to open, fire. Watching this other non automatic cannons opened fired too and destroyed the two ships.
This was a good luck on the side as they carried members of the infamous terrorist group and likely nuclear warheads. In the City of New Cambridge in the moon the ship detonate in custom as they screamed death to the humans. It destroyed most of the customs port and all surrounding structures. Death toll was quickly calculated to three million out of thirty who inhabited, many not even from the nuke but the damage done by it dumping them into the vacuum of cutting oxygen and so on to many sectors of the city
Shocked by this news the Prince ordered the fleet to prepare to go and liberate the nation form the rebel scum. In albion itself all debt payment were frozen by the government as there was no way to pay up and with no one lending anymore (because frozen payment) no real project could be done by the state other than to wage war. It took some convincing but some diclonii banks lended the state some money they immediately put to use, however no more money would be forthcoming. Many simply advised to default debt to the IMF or the population..but what would be the consequences of IMF default? and would it end any other loan possibilities? many argued the nation had to take the econ hit and default the debts at least people would lend again if only at higher rates.
With circumstances dire on albion the prince fleet moved on to fight the fleets of the duke as soon as the celts leave the system. Possessing more ships in total yet the duke wasnt alone and his mercenaries were professionals, much more than the pirates who blindly hit the minefield left and right. The main royal navy carried hit and runs in the pirates using their better armors to survive the encounters, yet it was very deadly. Soon the fighting disintegrated in small squads fighting near moons or planets in the outer rings as ships were destroyed
The last battle of the system was carried in a small asteroid field in the middle where the duke fleet had been pushed to. The royal fleet looked to erase them from existence but found things were not going as they wanted with fierce opposition of the justicar fleet. in an unexpected move the duke of australia's in his personal ship and the leader of the justicar in his flag ship with a small escort were not actually near the battle but had going around and now positioned behind the royal fleet, where they struck.
The royal Ark was lightly protected with most ships fighting in the belt and the attack overwhelmed the defences, soon enough royal ark was boarded by justicar men and duke personal guard and himself whom fought and overcame quickly the stunned sailors. When the main command center was stormed the Black watch men protecting Prince henry from the traitors fought to the death but there were too many enemies and soon were put down. A epic duel between the prince and the duke occurred, plasma saber vs energy sword. Anyone could say the prince was dashing and like a noble should be (the prisoners would say so) but never the less the duke was had much more experience with it, a seasoned man, not dashing at all and brute with his attacks, yet he broke the dashing and perfect guard of the prince and cut his arm off. The prince screamed and was dragged as a bloody prisoner by the duke with the carrier being commandeered by his marines.
Soon francis drake had caught upon what was happening and urged by prince edward dispatched ships to rescue his brother, the prince himself went to one of those ships to lead the rescue not heading the admiral advice. as the battle raged the squad cornered the duke and his escort. the fight was quick and brutal yet the duke escaped and his fleet signaled retreat by detonating several nuclear warhead in enclosed combat destroying foes and friends alike. Yet this give them a way to escape and return to australia. Prince edward managed to disable the ship of the justicar commander, his honor at risk self destroying himself and his commander ship.
The battle has been costly most of the ships from both sides were destroyed, project elizabeth frozen for lack of fund, through a colonization fleet was launched to the new world passing through skaven space unharmed (thankfully) and settled a land claimed by the reclusive geralian empire, a jungle planet.
Its likely a peace deal would be have to be done soon, with albion in deep financial crisis and both fleets almost destroyed, with neither side able to carry the war for much longer. By the end of the year the cost were not possible to be handled anymore and default was only possibility, the local credit was defaulted, destroying much wealth in the proess of it, some fifteen trillion standard credits. Interest rate were immediately jacked up by nobles for lending and things still didn't looked the best, with another big debt to foreign banks and institutions
With the failing economy and all thier orbital shipyards destroyed by the rebels. We in the GWN areny sure how will the war go on.
Remaining
Albion Royal Fleet: 1 BB, 2 BC, 5 Cruisers, 18 transports
Serenissima 3th Armada:1 battlecruisers, 3 cruisers, 7 frigates
Australians Fleet: 2CA 1BB
7th Justicar fleet: 7 cruisers, 3 frigates
Prince Richard lost an arm and captured
Canada(jungle) (½)
Economic hit equal to: lost of 5% of gdp to albion, economic contraction of the 2% annually to albion, +1% yearly lost for 3 more years (until 3757) then it will start going back to zero growth at 2.5% annually (so two years) , half gdp growth lost in indus, another half cut next year.
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Kheridan shifted uncomfortably as the green laser passed over her and again when the alien complimented her for asking a few simple questions. This creature was odd, as expected, though less hostile. The odd pronunciation of womon didn't even register with Kheridan after everything else it had said. Fleeing from an ancient evil sounded ominous, the warnings of the raiders more immediately problematic though. The Triumvirate would need to be informed.
"We appreciate your warnings, of both this "Great Evil" and the raiders or Valons as you call them. I meant no offense or disrespect when I asked why you came to us, merely a curiosity as to your intentions. We do not wish you to leave. If you could though, tell us more about the capabilities of the Raiders and what the Golden Armada would require to assist us. From your tone and wording it seems they would demand a high price."
To her left she could see Trava nodding like a stooge as she talked. He always was on the odd side, though she'd never seen him as seemingly brain dead as he was acting now. Was a supple body with little to the imagination that disarming to him? Though considering the stares of other mons in the room, she suspected it wasn't one of Trava's personal failings, many though they were.
"We appreciate your warnings, of both this "Great Evil" and the raiders or Valons as you call them. I meant no offense or disrespect when I asked why you came to us, merely a curiosity as to your intentions. We do not wish you to leave. If you could though, tell us more about the capabilities of the Raiders and what the Golden Armada would require to assist us. From your tone and wording it seems they would demand a high price."
To her left she could see Trava nodding like a stooge as she talked. He always was on the odd side, though she'd never seen him as seemingly brain dead as he was acting now. Was a supple body with little to the imagination that disarming to him? Though considering the stares of other mons in the room, she suspected it wasn't one of Trava's personal failings, many though they were.
"You are.. Welcome." She tilted her head at the men's stares, before turning her head back to the 'womon'. "We understand your curiosity, as we once were. To know such things is nature of life. The raiders could wipe out one your colonies in.." She viewed the state of affairs in what appeared to be their main communication room.. She had seen the holographs from inside the Ogeta Prime(the flagship), they withdrew merely out of respect, not out of fear of being attacked in any meaningful way.. "I would say in one full cycle around you sun. This is why I advised evacuation.. Because... Well, the Golden Armada is leagues away, and contacting them.." She stopped herself, no need to dismay them even further.
"If you need any help in the process, our ships could provide as buffers and transports, but we cannot risk much of our population.. You see, the old governence of our civilization was an caste system. Our work was in studying other lifeforms, as such, we were seen as an lower caste, an unsuitable one for an male, or, mon as you call them. When the great destruction happened, we were left with many misfits, and had to care for much of the sick. Our population is growing slowly, but we have recently ran out of.." She gestured towards the Governor, "Suitable candidates for reproduction. Therefore, losing an ship would be an unfortunate event, for we cannot reproduce our technology in constant drift, we would need some type of construction yard, and even then, few of us are engineers.." She sighed, "But losing even an single soul would be an catastrophe, you see? We are the last of our kind."
She paused, "We have the capabilities of reproducing, our works have allowed us to be able to transfuse ourselves to modify to the needs of any sexual organ. After constant tests, it seems our male-population seems to have been sterilized by an outside source however, and our banks destroyed. This was hundred of centuries ago, and we were in deep-space, unable to find any replacement. Since then we have been able to modify our entire population into a much more suitable frame." She gestured to herself, and to her scribes.
"I am sorry, but it required an lengthy explanation. The Golden Armada would likely demand any resources you had in the repair of their two galactic-sized imperators, Iza II, and Varu X. " She laid out an spec for them to see, of the two damaged ships, in comparison of the size of one of their largest ships.
"If you need any help in the process, our ships could provide as buffers and transports, but we cannot risk much of our population.. You see, the old governence of our civilization was an caste system. Our work was in studying other lifeforms, as such, we were seen as an lower caste, an unsuitable one for an male, or, mon as you call them. When the great destruction happened, we were left with many misfits, and had to care for much of the sick. Our population is growing slowly, but we have recently ran out of.." She gestured towards the Governor, "Suitable candidates for reproduction. Therefore, losing an ship would be an unfortunate event, for we cannot reproduce our technology in constant drift, we would need some type of construction yard, and even then, few of us are engineers.." She sighed, "But losing even an single soul would be an catastrophe, you see? We are the last of our kind."
She paused, "We have the capabilities of reproducing, our works have allowed us to be able to transfuse ourselves to modify to the needs of any sexual organ. After constant tests, it seems our male-population seems to have been sterilized by an outside source however, and our banks destroyed. This was hundred of centuries ago, and we were in deep-space, unable to find any replacement. Since then we have been able to modify our entire population into a much more suitable frame." She gestured to herself, and to her scribes.
"I am sorry, but it required an lengthy explanation. The Golden Armada would likely demand any resources you had in the repair of their two galactic-sized imperators, Iza II, and Varu X. " She laid out an spec for them to see, of the two damaged ships, in comparison of the size of one of their largest ships.
((alex, i think you mean prince Richard was captured and lost an arm.... Prince Henry is on Indus))
FROM: Prince Stephen, Brother to a fallen King, famed admiral of Trafalgar, custodian of Albion
TO: the skaven federation
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We believe fruitful trade and it's accompanied benefits can lead the way towards forming a new friendship in a lonely and oft hostile galaxy, thus we do propose the following:
FROM: Prince Stephen, Brother to a fallen King, famed admiral of Trafalgar, custodian of Albion
TO: the skaven federation
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We believe fruitful trade and it's accompanied benefits can lead the way towards forming a new friendship in a lonely and oft hostile galaxy, thus we do propose the following:
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Skavendom will gladly welcome the Albion Commerce and Technology.
- The Canadian Trade Agreement
[X] The Council of Thirteen