HELIOS WEEPS - The Tragedy of Sol

[Tiruin]

Name: Mors Augustus Imperō [on CDSU paper]
...AKA Freo Liberi (but most commonly known by the mononym Libre)

Age: 34

Pronouns & Gender: She/They/It pronoun sets; Non-binary Trans Fem

Rank and Service: Provisionary Service-Lieutenant General (and/or Surgeon-Lieutenant General of the Diagnostics Corps; switchable bio that way)

Religion: Neofaith (actually Paganism)

Archetype: Damned Idealist

Disposition:
1. Motivation
2. Intuition
3. Erudition

Spoiler: Bio

"We have seemingly mastered the Sol system--and yet not of ourselves. Politics is a game empire plays to avoid confronting reality--one which does not revolve around us yet which we share: And what we've made for us is not sustainable and must change. Those who memorize history see this clearly. Yet, the master's tools will not dismantle the master's house. Reason is a most important tool here, but it has to be rooted in a true thing, which is beautiful, which is worth having; and we are more than tools just as our choices create anew. Why else does empire employ the tools of dehumanization? Or propaganda, or distraction? If getting humans to choose evil was easy, why build massive political machines to do it?
"We should do better as it's inevitable for our survival; this will not come through reform alone."
- To a trusted subordinate, who would then become their officer-herald​

Libre is somewhat deep within the hierarchy of the DCSU, at least where they are, and this depth is further darkened by being in the provisionary service--a choked bureaucracy fueled by people, where the exhaust of time burned from humanity clouds both skies, air, and space, where what's navigated becomes just enough for the next week to exist, if not a day at worst.

Its origins come from community--built around what was planned to be major infrastructure and ports of call, but especially due to its proximity around major space lanes, upon the freedom of control needed to forward planned advancement--where there was lacking space to hide the essential cogs of society about. These origins in part, come more from integral memories than a full upbringing--given the hierarchies and obligations besetting many; these formed into an equation in mind made decades ago. Who Libre is, comes from experiences of mutual aid and subsistence over subservience (especially during the war period)--that even within the concurrent noble placement, the integrity of such impact remained. Aside from their skill in logistics and organizational design coming from mechanized and industralized environs, much of their personhood revolves around ideas borne not just in literature and media, but in oral histories passed down beyond, from the Decay. The universe was alive just as much as they were, and these secrets were in plain sight, available to all, yet under the systems that be, learning to keep secrets early on while testing the waters for where these could be listened to was a skill inasmuch as ensuring same-day-deliveries were both possible, and promptly, safely done. The area where she serves was built upon uniform bureaucracy, and its importance commonly heralded under a military official--but a mix up within bureaucracy early on (and often, the finality of these decisions) would leave instead an industrial organizer in its role instead.

Through their beginnings as an organizer, feeling the rot from within was very different from the rot without--from an observer, a believer, an actuary, or even a dependent--the very mechanisms of the provisionary/diagnostics and related divisions were laid bare, and through listening to the Mungers and other marginalized groups (as one could, piecing bits and pieces together, from rumors to hearsay to ideas floating about in an extremely condensed schedule), did the equation tune into a solution: The only way out was to better not merely the system but the roots they ran on, and being a cosmopolitan peoples (given the range from Earth), there was opportunism to be grasped; in the timeline of their life, they figured that given the mortality she served and the length of provenance this begot, bettering the system did not come from within it, just like tracing the histories of the CDSU into the Decay coded a language bereft of the system she worked within.

Coming from a background open to various backgrounds, and with infrastructure built for privilege--yet unobscured from where its privilege comes from, it was of initial surprise to some that within a decade or so of governance, the area flourished (insofar that the area where she influenced became capable in hosting not just one but two elite guard brigades, moreso in terms of resource maintenance than volatility of prestige)--partially to working mandates, policies, and provisions under vast reform, and partially due to the environment where vastness was not of great value compared to capability than status alone, where the holes of the provost system could not allow for mere corruption and complacency.

When people are treated as fuel to provide not for their communities but the semblance of continuance until exhaustion, the only equation left for its sustenance remained in changing the entire system. This influenced local provisional doctrine--leading to early emphasis on orderly structuring as a temporal stop-gap for equitable distribution (which would influence the starting force) where community-based efforts were seen as a culmination of "artificial employment"; minor adjustments and stretches like these were decided based on impact (and overall, as part of adjusting the local policy structure to their own formation), which would then influence the greater movement later on. Even a single cog can influence the whole.

Starting Force:

1x Mobile Orbital Battery (30)
5x Occupation Security Divisions (20)
1x Regimental Combat Teams (12)
2x Guards Assault Brigade (72)
[10x Militia (10)]

Spoiler: Politics

Statements with * are copied from the lore document
(and do not represent this individual's true intentions, which are instead within parentheses, given being their archetype).

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?
*A representative body with more power given to the consuls and set regulations on membership.

(Community organizing was always key, from survival programs to the highest echelons of how we understand society; a connection with the community allows to raise political consciousness and agency over our own lives. Much work is kept in maintaining support, and raising consciousness around it. Issues therein are met at levels where they are appropriately settled--thus this highest level must be something in reach of its lowest servant, one made by trust given than derived)
==+==
What is the fate of Democracy?
*Democracy failed, clearly, to lead at the solar level, but its shown through mutual aide societies and spacers it's not a impossible concept to help with running smaller societies. It must be removed from the auspices of solar governance, however.

(Democracy works and has worked--but its name has been used over characteristics that do not befit it much like workable systems have over claims by those who wish its descriptive immaterial benefits. The failure of any social system has a history before that system arises in prominence--especially when understanding that there are distinct forms shaping its generalism; social resources contribute to framing narratives about these systems and who gets to dictate their proceedings comes from designs of equality or inequality--with this history built on needing inequality. These are artificial, understandable, and traceable in provenance. "Democracy" has failed by how many factors enabling its failure outside its understanding, and these are contextualized to how its processes of affirmation are filtered and met; there was never significantly true representation--something where equity is required to be efficient--in what the CDSU wishes to remember.)

(It exists in those who create it. To all, for all.)
==+==
What is the purpose of Survival Economics?
*Survival Economics were a means to an end, and not an end unto themselves. As the CDSU cements itself, the system of Survival Economics must be rexamined and reconsidered in favor of another economic model.

(A construct built by the minds of the time to their perspective of the context of the time: Proper allocation of resources and their existence is an integral component to meeting continuity. More can be done while bewaring artificial scarcity where all are not made equal.)
==+==
What is the future of faith in the regime?
Faith signifies a need determined by the social systems it's perceived in and mutually shaped as. It persists as long as people will it.

(The Gods are not distant authority figures whose purpose is to disapprove; worship is meant not to obey but to be worthy, to know something as worthy--to value what is, to recognize beyond our vision alongside imagination; faith thereby lives in the worlds about as people do, and will persist even if assimilation is to be practiced...
The Gods are alive just as they were before, and there is no reconstruction of these than practice--as students of what exists about; these very forces dictate the inevitable fall of all empires like it dictates that unrelated species turn into trees--much like the Decay and more!)
==+==
How should technology be reclaimed?
Technology is a translation of the expression of tools and more--their integral parts not limited to utilitarianism but in working with the realities about. These can be readily, easily controlled by how they are understood, and thus their reclamation being part of emphasizing the agency of people as they are.
==+==
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?
Unity exists not upon its proclaimed word or name but upon collaboration of what one brings--of all parts--and becomes self-sustaining upon these principles than a conflict of interests. What is "abstract" is concretized by their application; principles are values acted upon.
==+==
What ought be done about inequalities in the regime?
Much like structures based on financial rewards and financial incentives creating inequality in itself and depending upon maintaining that inequality, basing equity on hierarchy upon loyalty has the very manipulative flaw of discretion compressed in finality by choice alone--where one has power over the other while both remain as people. Even those with dissent, when having their needs met, know that these are temporary compared to the constancy of interaction between peoples.

(Power to the people.)
==+==
What is the ultimate goal for Earth?
We are apart of whichever world we call home and not apart from it--Earth, not definitive by those who have razed it, was host to many more, far so many more extant lifeforms and complex wonders omitted from the tapestry of public record. These can be revisited in time; they are not reconstructions but live on in deeds and actions.
==+==
What is the Mandate of Luna?
*A most valuable document ever made by human hands--where its divinity or otherwise relies upon whom speaks of it.

(Complete lies to validate and entrench power, an omission of before the Decay; the root of the CDSU and the foundation it maintains upon; the purified substance of blame that commits no wrong as wrongness isn't of itself, that moves the objectives, goalposts, and meanings of its terms in order to label inequality as equity and what is considered as lesser as the standard)
==+==
What should be done with the Pentagov System?
*The Pentagov system is a critical part of the regime and is currently the best thing we have.

(Full abolition is necessary, as it was made not for the people but for those in the hierarchy with holes therein by design than by any flaw--its most essential components made within the most planned obsolescence; what they can do, everyone can do, given experience, resources, space, and time)
==+==
What of the Provosts?
*Both a necessity and a cornerstone of the armed services and its distribution of equitable power.

(The weakest links commanding their own artificial scarcity; they have a tendency to create both formal and informal hierarchies. No one person is so critically important that without them it would all fall apart, but the culture built around the provost system and their framing that puts them on a pedestal creates that illusion; they are apart of accountability. These create a perfect set up for abuse of power (a constant as long as power comes not from agency); 'what they did isn't okay but they do such good work', these dynamics contribute to an entrenchment of harm and its apologism [alongside being a magnet for those insincere to public service], often never being the people who coordinate and make things happen but get credited for them. It takes whole communities to 'organize' anything. That one person can take credit for the actions of so many people is both arrogant and an active hindrance to building a sense of collective power. It's the Peter Principle and worse, but who's Peter now?)
==+==
What is the greatest threat to Humanity?
*Failing into cynicism and injustice as if it should be normal.

(Autocracy. The nightmare we are within. Politics is a game empire plays to avoid confronting reality, and fabricating threat or manufacturing outrage plays a major part of sapping one's precious resource of attention. Outside the reality of physics about, it is these ideologies that consume and capitalize as if distinct from the environment that create threat.)
==+==
What of the Unity Police?
*The Unity Police has blobbed out from their initial task of culture curation like a infection, and taken on tasks they are not designed for. They intrude on my branch's duty and undermine the Mandate of Luna.

(Policing has been a tool of the ruling class since its very inception, and it has been sold to the masses under the guise of protection. Being an arm of the state rather than any individual person, "policing appears to serve the public as a whole, and those targeted by police appear to be enemies of the public." The only thing that they protect is the status quo--and they're made to capture the social imagination quite well in doing so.)
==+==
In their economic squabbles, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?
*Whatever critiques you have of the Provisionary, you cannot deny their raw dedication to the promises of the Lunar Mandate to anihialte Plague Starvation and illiteracy. The Provisionary's single minded dedication to the sprit of the Mandate and the Solar proles is preferable to the scheming brigands of SEED.

(Neither. Both have failed in multiple ways.)
==+==
The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?
*It is divine work. May it be kept with the CDSU and closely monitored for potential growth.

(The Ansible represented the truest essence of possibility--interdependence on value, given the centuries' worth of dependency on such code, alongside the complete failure to understand why these are valued as they are, artificial as it was, the CDSU only sees utilitarianism from it, whereas knowing its impact, it was made to be far more akin to an expression of freedom within infrastructural form.)
==+==
Advanced Genetic Engineering has been lost tech since the Anarchy. It was once restricted to the highest echelons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society-
*Restrict it to the CDSU.

(Like any technology, the understanding of one who uses it as to where and what it can be used matters extremely; restrictions were made only because said highest echelons were believed to possess that keenness and insight when efficiency here exists outside of hierarchy--those echelons merely had resources, time, and the mental space for these, as provided at the expense of countless others. In collaboration may it work well; there is no in-between)

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[Cetashwayo]

DAGON ISAIAH - 'PROPHET'



"I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I do, and I do not forsake them." - Isaiah 42:16​

Age: 82

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Male

Rank and Service: Provisionary Marshal, Pathological Services (medical branch of Provisionary Services), headquartered on Venus.

Religion: Post-Exaltation. Man has killed God, now Man must kill Man.

Archetype: Elevated Technocrat, Martial Paragon

Disposition: Intuition, Erudition, Motivation

Bio:

XX09. Nineveh is falling. We are the last ship to leave the aeropolis behind. Tears fall from my face, at the thought of her plummeting to the ground, far below. My father tightens his grip around my hand, and promises she will be destroyed by pressure first.

XX13. The Ansible crashes. We had bet everything on it, a second life. On the third day of the virus, my father jumps from the 73rd storey of his work spire. I am charged a cleaning fee, to retrieve his body. It has become a big business after the crash. I evade the fee, and bury him in the ruin of a library. He loved the smell of them, in Nineveh.

XX15. I am inside the corpse of the old net when the safeguards fail. The datamining software is untested, and I am too young to do this. The fragment of the Ansible enters me, all at once. For the last time, I am afraid. When they wake me, I feel nothing below my chin. But it is all I need. With the data I pulled, I sell out, and buy a new body - a better body.

XX17. The knife and the vibrosaw, draw me. I work for the chopshop, and learn the craft. I am stronger than I have ever been. Technology frees me. Others fear me, and my freedom. They are right to.

XX19. The Jovian conspiracy find me a mercenary, and through their spies, recruit me to their plan. They think I would be a good weapon, in their arsenal, and remind me of the end of Aphrodite. Icarus does not have to fall, they promise. I agree (a lie), and join the cause.

XX21. I have a talent for bionics, they tell me. I will be their super-soldier. They call me PROPHET, a herald of the future, and arm me with their latest designs. They promise I will be a hero.

XX22. A boy on Anahita makes a movement to draw a pistol. He is dead before his hand closes around the handle. It was not a difficult target. Estimated age, thirteen.

XX28. They have given me new lungs, the better to breathe in Roem. It smells rotten, after the chemical bombs. But even after everything, they still fight back. It will not save them.

XX32. I am a comet falling from the Martian sky. We must appear beautiful, as streaks in the blue-white horizon. It will be uglier, when the drop pods land, and extinguish hope. In this way, we are also comets.

XX34. The war is over. They worry they will not have the same use for me, save for counterinsurgency. They do not have imagination. I join Provisionary Services, instead.

XX38. They seek my assistance, in the rebellion of Titan. I offer them my experiment. He is...crude. But functional. Reward follows success.

XX42. The human form has its deficiencies. Fitness is not perfection. There are possibilities, unrealized, forgotten. I will make them remember.

XX45. There are objectors to what I am building. They think they are clever, in the shadows. I see just as well, in the dark.

XX54. Radiation treatment, whole-immunity vaccination, repairing augmentations. Ever more innovation, ever more progress. Provisionary Services believes this a miracle. It is a start.

XX60. There are no more objectors. I am made Provisionary Marshal. Pathological Services is mine.

XX63. Reputation has its advantages. Others shrink, in awe. They are pliable.

XX67. God is dead. Why should Man not follow? Life is what matters. Infectious, all-spreading, redundant, life. I will foster it.

XX72. Venus is fragile. It quakes with dreamers, behind their glass domes, each believing themselves invincible. I am building something stronger.

XX76. I have found a solution to Icarus.

SPECIAL.HEKA.1

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1x Orbital Mobile Battery (30 Points)
2x Guards Assault Division (72 Points)
2x Regimental Combat Team (24 Points)
Logistical Element (0 Points)

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1x Regimental Combat Team (12 Points)
Logistical Element (0 Points)

1x Strike Team (6 Points)

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Politics:

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level? A nervous system requires a decisive executive.

What is the fate of Democracy? Democracy is an extinct animal. It may emerge again, by convergent evolution, but not this way.

What is the purpose of Survival Economics? A pathway to redundancy.

What is the future of faith in the regime? A stepping stone to greatness.

How should technology be reclaimed? We will go beyond reclamation.

How should the CDSU deal with regional identities? They will not survive the storm.

What ought be done about inequalities in the regime? Abolish those that do not matter.

What is the ultimate goal for Earth? The freedom to become a footnote in a verdant universe.

What is the Mandate of Luna? A halting start.

What should be done with the Pentagov System? Dissolve the distinctions.

What of the Provosts? There will be an end to grandees.

What is the greatest threat to Humanity? Short-term, extinction. Long-term, entropy.

What of the Unity Police? They are all too human. A more intelligent enforcer is needed.

In their economic squables, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED? SEED mistakes austerity for wisdom. There will be no future with a tight-hand.

The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it? We will be woven together again, when again it comes.

Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the Anarchy. It was once restircted to the highest elechons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society. It is time to leave the vitruvian form behind. Posthumanity awaits.

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[triumph8w]

Name: Alexander Pierce
Age: 62
Pronouns & Gender: He/Him
Rank and Service: General, Sector II, headquartered in New Cairo
Religion: To look at this man, and think he can comprehend any god beyond the barrel of a gun, is quite the joke.
Archetype: Political Animal, Peter's Principle
Disposition: Intuition, erudition, motivation

Bio: Whats better than climbing the ladder?

Some might say its stepping on the others, ripping them down and shoving them off so you can take their space. The satisfaction of knowing that a rival has been defeated, the thrill of the climb, of a successful political maneuver. The bone deep, primal howl at getting one over on another person.

For Alexander Pierce, it's sitting in his cushy office, sipping his drink, and admiring the view from his floor.

His career record is unremarkable. Average service for an average—or perhaps even less than that—man. He has distinguished himself in no engagement, nor occupation. What he has done is talk to the right people. Over and over again through his service to humanity. A joke here, a shared bit of coveted goods there, and then an invitation to a party; officers galla, informal gathering, men and women in fine dress suits or huddled around a crate in the ruins of human ambition. A scene repeated again and again over the years, as Pierce drifted closer and closer to the ruined cradle, a little mote speck dragged in by dream and gravity.

Ten years ago his hopes had, roughly, succeeded. General Pierce has found himself settling comfortably into his new seat. Not the capital of Luna, of course, he consoled himself, but that would be the northern star which would guide him. While he paddled up the river he would enjoy his position on Earth. A tarnished jewel, certainly, but not one without its joys. Especially for a man in his position.

A decade has passed since then, but he's not worried. These things take time, and he has plenty of it.

After all, he's gotten very comfortable at heaving himself up the ladder.

Politics: Principles are for people. If one were to look inside the thing that calls itself Alexander Pierce, past the eyes, past the flesh, past the bone; one would find nothing at all. A uniform, shiny black boots clicking, saying yes sir, yes ma'am to whatever will provide—smiling all the while.

Starting Force:

Home Guard Earth Sector, 3rd Army

Mobile Orbital Battery -30
Guards assault brigade -36
Logistical element
Officer

Regimental combat team 4x (-48)
Logistical element
Officer

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[DeMarcheese]

Solar Marshal Declan Carter of the Earth-CDSU​

Name: Declan Carter
Age: 51
Pronouns & Gender: He/Him
Rank and Service: Solar Marshal, Sector II, Earth-Lagrange Point
Religion: Himself.
Archetype: Patroned Spawn / Side-Eyed Spook

Disposition:

1. Intuition - Tendency towards quick-thinking and improvisation to overcome problems.
2. Erudition - Tendency towards using your sheer knowledge, education, or planning ability to overcome problems.
3. Motivation - Tendency towards the cultivation of others to overcome problems.

Bio:
Declan Carter was born the latest scion of old bloodlines of the privileged class. Ancient nobility long profiting from war and conflict, be it in one planet or several. Munition factories, defense contracts, satellite programs... blood drips from the hands of every generation into the next. The oppressive and militaristic CDSU government is the perfect environment for a family. And Declan was long been groomed to exploit it.
All of this has resulted in a long and spotless career only curbed by the machinations of competing rivals. Still, Declan has achieved a prestigious position as Solar Marshal and its elite battleship squadrons. With them, Declan maintains a tight control over the cradeworld so that his patrons can comfortably sleep at night. While perhaps not the most brilliant commander to have at the head of such an office, the CDSU can only allow itself to trust precious few individuals with so much power. Declan firmly believes that all his purges, his backroom deals, his most heinous acts will be one day vindicated in the annals of Mankind's history as a sad necessity in the eternal struggle against the specter of tribalism and regressive barbarism. And the image of a beneficent guardian over the skies of the cradeworld does have certain appeal on itself, giving way to a propaganda that may well bury his real persona.

As for Declan himself, he is a man who has grown tired of everything life has to offer. He has only one think to look forward to: His legacy.


Starting Force:

Battleship Force Olympia
Battleship Olympia (Flagship)
Outrider squadron attached

Battleship Force Everest
Battleship Everest
Outrider squadron attached

Battleship Force Teide
Battleship Teide
Outrider squadron attached

Battleship Force Lhotse
Battleship Lhotse
Outrider squadron attached
​

Spoiler: Politics:

-How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?
Presidentista
-What is the fate of Democracy?
Sympathetic
-What is the purpose of Survival Economics?
Pragmatic Survivalist
-What is the future of faith in the regime?
Secularist
-How should technology be reclaimed?
Technocrat
-How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?
Relegationist
-What ought be done about inequalities in the regime?
Meritocrat
-What ought be done about inequalities in the regime?
Edenite
-What is the Mandate of Luna?
Originalist
-What should be done with the Pentagov System?
Fifthist
What of the Provosts?
Structuralist
-What is the greatest threat to Humanity?
Nationalists and Democrats
-What of the Unity Police?
Inquisitor
-In their economic squables, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?
Provisionary
-The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?
Conservationist
-Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the Anarchy. It was once restircted to the highest elechons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society.
Perfectionist

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[Azecreth]

​

Name: Claude DeMarcus

Age: 52

Pronouns & Gender: Male, he/him

Rank and Service: Admiral, Navy, Home Force

Religion: Unitarian Church

Archetype: Oathmonger, Political Animal

Disposition: Motivation (1), Erudition (2), Intuition (3)

Bio: Born to a middle class family on Luna, like many DeMarcus found his calling from a young age within the CDSU. He joined up to help rebuild the Solar System, to restore peace, order, prosperity. All that stuff you would see on the recruitment posters.

Reality did not turn out quite the way that he had expected it to. Sure there were plenty of reconstruction efforts, peacekeeping duties, but he was never put in a situation to be like the heroes of the Anarchy. His ship was deployed for the Second Titanomachy, but he did not see any combat. He was assigned to a different command during Rollo's Ride and missed out on that entirely. The closest he got to combat was some unnoteworthy anti-piracy operations that were meant more to show the flag that anything else.

Faced with this reality, Claude did not lose his faith in the CDSU. Instead he turned to other methods to propel himself forward in the ranks, to make this career a life. Seniority only played one part in it. He made friends, forged connections, traded favors with local officials, commanders, looked the other way for certain important families. All to work his way up the ranks of the military hierarchy step by tedious step.

Now he sits as an Admiral, commanding on yet another front where he won't see any action, his fate all too likely to be one of obscurity in the annals of history. In truth he doesn't aspire to higher heights than this, but nonetheless he keeps up his network of connections, of favors and trades and deals. All while still aspiring to be the heroic savior of humanity that defends the weak and cares for those under his command. For how far he has come, he certainly could have done worse.

Nonetheless, some part of him wonders what could have been, if circumstances were different.

Starting Force:
x3 Battleship Forces (108 NP)
x2 Destroyer Lines (24 NP)
x3 Outrider Patrols (12 NP)

Politics:

Spoiler: Lists

• CDSU Structure: Consularista
• Fate of Democracy: Sympathetic
• Purpose of Survival Economics: Pragmatic Survivalist
• Faith: Secularist
• Technology: Not really his field of expertise but leaning Technocrat
• Regional identities: Relgationist
• Inequality: Leveller
• Goal for Earth: Exodite
• Mandate of Luna: Originalist
• Pentagov System: Fifthist
• Provosts: Structuralist
• Threat to Humanity: Deviationists and Opportunists
• Unity Police: No strong opinion
• Provisionary vs SEED: SEED
• Ansible: Conservationist
• Advanced Genetic Engineering: Agnostic

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[Laplace]

Name: Sulha Waves
Age: 48
Pronouns and Gender
Religion: I was dead for six years. Dead. No vital signs, no heartbeat. No brainwave. Explain what happened to me when I was dead, what I saw, and I'll sign up.
- A Complicated Relationship with the Host of Interior Gods
Archetype:

• Functional Addict
  • You think this is a problem? No, it's only a problem when I stop. The endocrinal flush of violence, the smoke, the chems, this is me being normal.
• Compromised Actuary
  • Sorry, I died once. I'm not going to die again a broke bitch.

Disposition: Motivation, Intuition, Erudition
Bio

Godbombing of Titan. The death of worlds. Surtr came before the Fimbulwinter.

Sulha Waves. A CDSU scum-sucker, an aerospace traffic controller. They saw the flash on the horizon, and before the blast wave came they had the mind to stuff themselves in the break room refrigerator before the godbomb smashed the port to rubble.

They remember the blast, in detail. Etched into their brain neurons. They remember the taste of the kube they were eating, how for a moment, the black sky turned daylight blue. The sirens blare, blood red and useless. How many survived the Godbombing of Titan? Not many. How many survived in as close as a proximity as Sulha Waves? None but them.

Titan turned cold. The atmosphere thinned. Radioactive ash fell like rain. The cold, the ice… atmospheric moisture condensed into great waves of rime, dripping down from hab blocks. A great world lying quisient. No movement but for the mice and men.

Welcome to Hell, Sulha. They tell them that it's a dream, nothing more. A retroactive sense-making of brainwaves firing up on wakeup. Sulha knows better. Hell is… dim and dark and endless, a soft soundless rain falling on hard packed soil. You can see your fellows in the distance, like trudging shadows. You walk to them, desperate for any company, and you can walk for days and months and years and centuries and thousands and thousands of years but you won't ever see their face or hold their hand or be humans together just for one brief moment.

Sometimes there is light, and for all Sulha can know there is no deeper meaning or logic to the light. Only that it is bright and cold and merciless, and comes like a knife. In those moments, Hell is shown in stark relief. The clay are living (dead?) people who've given up, and although they breath and their eyes are open you can talk to them so you're just alone, again, forever.

Killing is easier than this, they think-.

It was a medical miracle. Jesus in the final century. The Lazarus to Dagon Isaiah's Jesus. He turned Sulha from a dead body into a cybernetic killing machine. Not just an officer, but a grunt. A signals tech. An infiltrator. Every tool of the trade stuffed in the biomatter of Sulha Waves. For a year he remained in Isaiah's laboratory, bright and sterile white. Only when the Titanomachy lit off did he leave to crush the rebellion of the Interior Host. Their unit would be stationed there, leaving only for a brief tour on Mars to crush Seeoo Bezus.

If the CDSU thought that death would have gotten a steely eyed exemplar, they were very, very wrong. While they're good at presenting a front, it's just that. A front. They do their job with extreme aplomb, but they're not at all above taking a bribe. In fact, they take a lot of them, as well as finding funny ways to account for the war material in their stocks.

Sulha is currently the General of the CDSU stationed on Titan.

Spoiler: Forces

144pts starting

Stack 1
Mobile Orbital Battery (-30)
Regimental Combat Team x3 (-36)

Stack 2
Guards Assaultt Brigade (-36)
Regimental Combat Team x3 (-36)
Occupation Security Division x1 (-4)

2x Freebies

 

[AKuz]

(Just getting the first draft out there)

Name: September Westwall

Age: 42

Pronouns: She/Her

Rank and Service: Vice Admiral (CDSU Marines)

Religion: Eats, breathes, and shits the Mandate of Luna

Archetype: Poverty Levy, Ardent Technophile

You love technology, you love what you think it can do. You love watching the bleeps and boops. You don't necessarily understand how or if the technology works, but you go out of your way to ensure that you always have the latest gadgets and geegaws on hand

Click to shrink...

Disposition: Intuition, Motivation, Erudition

Bio: When September was a child she dreamt of the stars. Now September has Admiral's stars on her collar.

The ninth of fourteen children (Her youngest sisters were named "Monday" and "Tuesday" respectively) September was born up in crowded levels of the Loscramento megacity in the first year after the Anarchy . And as the CDSU grew into its powers, so did September, who grew to all but worship the organization that was more of a parent to her than her own shiftless parents and older siblings.

Entranced by the dream of leaving Earth and serving across Sol itself, September clawed her way out of the gutter and into a Navy recruitment centre where her enthusiasm saw her enlisted in the Navy.

As a marine. Directly into the teeth of the Second Titanomachy.

This was, however, good enough for a barely of service age September who eagerly threw herself into every assignment, rapidly earning herself several medals, a commission, and enough Chrome to approach full conversion, as she survived suicidal forlorn hope landing operation aftersuicidal forlorn hope landing operation.

By the time of the anti-piracy actions of Rollo's Ride, September was a fully fledged officer conducting ruthlessly effective boarding actions. Her performance during these actions combined with an almost frightening level of fanatical devotion to the CDSU saw her selected for a promotion to flag rank and presented with her choice of commands.

Shocking everyone involved, September's uneducated technophilia led her to request command of a languishing destroyer communications module refit program. Assuming that her inevitable incompetence would embarrass the marine division, a promotion board made up mainly of fleet partisans eagerly accepted her unorthodox request.

Naively accepting the assignment, September surprised everyone by bringing the project to a swift conclusion, overseeing the design and production of a new module both easier and cheaper to manufacture than previous designs, while also being more effective.

September was hailed as an apparent technological savant by her colleagues, much to her own confusion. As far as she was concerned she was simply using the same command style she always had: find the right people for the job, find the tools they need, point them in the right direction, and get out of their way.

As a reward for her success, September was promoted again and assigned to a series of technological development and management projects, each more baffling to her than the last, but each just as successful.

Now known as a technologist with high ratings for site security and a pathologically loyal psychological profile, September was promoted to Vice Admiral and appointed as the commander of the Lunar Orbital Region's communications hygiene and maintenance service. -Just in time for the Angrahm Crisis, where September saw first hand the dysfunction of CENTCOM.

Where others would become disillusioned or opportunistic (witness the subsequent Five Point Ring Corruption Crisis) September instead became confused. Why didn't the CDSU break the deadlocks in high command by polling the opinions of the rank and file of the state? Those dedicated select who serve body and soul every single day to uphold the Mandate of Luna?

Now frozen in her current rank and post due an unwillingness (or inability) to play high level politics, September still loyally serves to the best of her ability. And she is still confused as to why the CDSU rank and file haven't been granted the power to force the CDSU's senior ranks to uphold the Mandate of Luna.

Politics:
-Consularista
-Sympathetic
-Ideological Survivalist
-Secularist
-Syndicist
-Relegationist
-Meritocrat
-Regrowth
-Divinist
-Alternivist
-Structuralists
-Nationalists and Opportunists
-Sceptic
-Provisionary
-Exhibitionist
-Agnostic

Coup curious: [X] Yes

Forces:
(10 pts) Extra Logistics x1
(24 pts) Extra Officers x4
(90 pts) Invader Squadron x3
(08 pts) Outrider Patrol x2
(12 pts) Destroyer Line x1

(144 pts total)

 

[Nerdorama]

Spoiler: Withdrawn

A work in progress, but I wanted to get this out before the number of apps gets truly overwhelming.

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Picture: Pending

Name: Arctura Lumi

Age: 56

Pronouns & Gender: She/Her/cisfeminine

Rank and Service: Outer Fleet Admiral

Religion: Exaltation of the Empty Throne

Archetype: Careerist Wart, Eager Enforcer

Disposition:

1. Intuition
2. Motivation
3. Erudition

Bio: WIP, having to do some rewrites since this morphed into a navy officer while I was planning.

Spoiler: Overton Window

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?
Moderate, leaning Presidentitsa. Arctura has no strong opinion one way or the other on CENTCOMM, seeing as orders are orders and they are practically on the other side of space. Her Jovian origins and career patrons mean she moves in more authoritarian circles generally.

What is the fate of Democracy?
Merciless. Democracy is a crime and the best use of a criminal is to threaten them with orbital bombardment. Also, her authority extends over a square AU's worth of inky blackness with the only major population center being a giant prison work camp. What Democracy?

What is the purpose of Survival Economics?
Pragmatic Survivalist. Attaching ideology, even pro-CDSU ideology, to the budget sounds like a recipe for disaster.

What is the future of faith in the regime?
Moderate/Pluralist. Arctura is an Exalt by upbringing and habit but is not particularly zealous about it. Being an Exalt means she doesn't personally get along well with most other Neofaiths, but she isn't interested in picking fights over it (unless it means currying favor with an Exalt superior).

How should technology be reclaimed?

[WIP]

Starting Force: Outer Planets Orbital Regulatory Fleet

• Jormungandr Squadron
  • Officer and Logistics (Free)
  • Battleship Jormungandr (36 pts.)
  • Destroyer x3 (36 pts.)
• Fenrir Squadron
  • Officer and Logistics (Free)
  • Destroyer (12 pts.)
  • Outriders x3 (12 pts.)
• Huginn Squadron
  • Officer and Logistics (Free)
  • Destroyer (12 pts.)
  • Outriders x3 (12 pts.)
• Muninn Squadron
  • Officer and Logistics (Free)
  • Destroyer (12 pts.)
  • Outriders x3 (12 pts.)

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup?: No

 

[Uniquelyequal]

Name: Nazir 'Mungdze' Oreillsky

Age: 39

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Male

Rank and Service: C-CID Colonel, Mars

Religion: Divine Masse
Archetype: Poverty Levy, Greased Palm

Disposition:
Motivation, Erudition, Intuition


Bio: Within every society there are cracks and those that fall through them, and the ramshackle construct of the CDSU is far from an exception to this rule: the cracks within its foundations are wide, and those that fall through them myriad.

Within these cracks, entirely separate systems are born, seeking to exploit the blind zones within the law and especially within its enforcement. Often this is done for survival and security, or for a minor bit of comfort. It is the nature of humanity that where those needs spring into existence, they are met, and so it is within Sol: individuals of entrepreneurial bent step up to meet demand.

And with them, inevitably, come the parasites: individuals willing and able to use violence, offering their protection to these black market entrepreneurs, but also extorting and absorbing their illegal businesses. Organization wins out over disorganization, and so cartels form, along lines of kinship, religion, nationality, or neighborhood: structures parallel to the state, in fierce competition with each other as often as they cooperate. Of course, things were not that simple, and not that clear-cut: criminal organisations had been formed, and indeed thrived, even before the Anarchy, and the disruption of that fighting caused as much disruption to these parallel structures as it did to the rest of society, with the wholesale restructuring of the economy equally causing challenges and forcing adaptation. The end result was strange indeed: transnational criminal organizations that nonetheless formed some of the last recognisable remnants of nationality competing with the corrupted outgrowths of mutual aid networks and local associations, as well as with new, supercharged criminal networks formed through connections in the Penal Colonies on Mercury. It was into such an environment that Nazir Oreillsky was born, beginning life in a Hibero-Chechen community in one of the Brittanny Mungers and quickly falling into a life of crime, with stints in a variety of juvenile rehabilitation programs and, ultimately, Mercury. He worked variably as a lookout, a runner, and briefly as a legbreaker for local organisations, getting picked up on Mars on a charge of Slick Running and sent to Mercury for a stint of ten years as a result: he was barely 18 years old at the time.

Within 3 years, he was back on Mars, and working for C-CID, having been chosen as a semi-official liaison between a C-CID Colonel and the local Underworld: technically now within the employ of the CDSU, Oreillsky nonetheless continued acting as an increasingly ruthless player in the local underworld, leveraging his somewhat protected status as a C-CID employee and the resources he could mobilize to great effect and quickly establishing himself as a middleman in the Martian underworld, acting to suppress the more radical of the nationalist forces whenever such things were convenient. With time, and as wealth flowed into his pocket, he was able to subvert several of his nominal supervisors, enabling him to climb in the ranks and gain access to a sizable degree of firepower, further supplementing such through regular supply of luxuries to local armed forces, occassionally flaunting this power through the spectacular disposal of a rival through an 'accidental' airstrike or a 'misplaced' tank shell.

Weathering the storm of the Five Rings Scandal and directly ordering the killing of the journalist who broke the story, Oreillsky has spent the last few years consolidating the networks and absorbing the contacts of his previous superiors, and now becomes poised to be one of the biggest players in interplanetary crime.
Starting Force:
15*Occupational Security Division
7*Regimental Combat Teams

Politics:
Fuck.
You.
Pay.
Me.

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup?. [X] No
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________

Name: Alexandra Strike-Ambition-From-Your-Heart Grace-Cooper

Age: 42

Pronouns & Gender: She/Her, Female

Rank and Service: Belt Force Vice Admiral

Religion: Exaltation of the Empty Throne

Archetype: Consecrated Convert, Side-Eyed Spook

Disposition:

• Intuition - Tendency towards quick-thinking and improvisation to overcome problems
• Erudition - Tendency towards using your sheer knowledge, education, or planning ability to overcome problems.
• Motivation - Tendency towards the cultivation of others to overcome problems.

Bio: Alexandra Strike-Ambition-From-Your Heart Grace-Cooper began her life as 'Strike-Ambition-From-Your-Heart-And-Be-Content-In-The-Grace-Of-God', born into a commune run by a minor Warlord on the planet of Mars, though she would spend only the first, exceedingly blurry years of her life there. After that, her time with her biological parents came to a rapid and violent end when the compound they were holed up in was raided, her father was shot rather unceremoniously, and she found herself ripped from the arms of her mother and placed in the tender care of the CDSU Foster System, and from there rather quickly in the family of Jean and Maryanne Cooper, who's Exaltationist convictions meant they were rather determined to rescue the young woman.

Unfortunately for her chances at normal socialisation, the Coopers had fought in the Anarchy and become involved with the kinetic side of the Unity Police afterwards, though neither of them ever told her precisely what their role there had been: giving her the name Alexandra, shortening her birth name to fit onto the adoption papers, and adding a rapid hyphen to fix a line overspill, the couple set about giving their daughter the best chances they could in life.

Unfortunately for a great many people, this involved rather few play dates with people her age, and rather a large amount of wilderness survival training. weapons training, and, when her aptitude for it was discovered, determined tutoring in all the math necessary for Starship operations. At the tender age of 11, Alexandra Ambitions Grace-Cooper found herself enrolled in a boarding school intended to prepare young fellows for naval life, and at the age of 16 she enrolled, beginning her naval career aboard the Outrider Z-441, affectionately nicknamed little bitch by her crew.

Very rapidly, Z-441 would find itself embroiled in the Second Titanomanchy, engaging several Pirate Vessels in the process, Grace-Cooper becoming rapidly promoted after taking command of the vessel in the aftermath of a ramming that had left her Commander incapacitated, her quick and decisive command credited for saving the remaining crew and the vessel, as well as with the destruction of a second attacking pirate vessel, though dark rumours persist that the ship she ordered to be fired upon was in fact a transport ship attempting to ferry refugees off moon.

Finding herself rapidly promoted in the aftermath, Cooper-Grace next distinguished herself in the campaign against Rollo, commended for her deft handling of the Squadron of Outrider Patrols under her command and shunted sideways to a position of relatively minor prestige, but large importance and responsibility: the ongoing efforts to stem smuggling, Piracy, and general nationalist sentiments on and around Mars, and specifically the enthusiastic and massive effort by small craft to contain such, scattershot and uncoordinated before her arrival. It would have been a career dead end and a snubbing, had it not been the exact position she had asked for: a place straddling the naval and the civilian, allowing her command over a large amount of her small craft while also enabling her to combat the spread of nationalism, democratism, and religiosity upon the planet she had once called a home.
Of this was born Task Force Helios: part patrol craft navy, part intelligence outfit, part anti-religious inquisitorial effort, Grace-Cooper working hand-in-glove with the Unity Police and a variety of Army Formations, leaving each of them under the impression of a woman that was detail oriented, driven, pleasant to work with and utterly, fanatically crazy, both in her commitment to the CDSU and her religion. Involved, if tangentially, in the death of the Journalist that broke the Five Ring Rising, and promoted to Vice Admiral as part of this, Grace-Cooper looks with worry to Luna, wondering if the Central Committee will live up to the demands of its mandate
Starting Force:
Task Force Helios

5*Destroyer Lines
18*Outrider Patrol
2*Officer Points



Politics:
Alexandra 'Ambition' Grace-Cooper is a deeply ideological woman, utterly unable or unwilling to hide it and with strong sympathies to the Venusian tendency. She is, at her heart of hearts, a woman raised in a fundamentalist religious environment who has replaced her faith in god with faith in the fact that it is of utmost importance to kill God, and any of the other big and small gods in existence throughout humanity. This duty she understands both metaphorically and literally, and in the former task she seeks to undo all the mandates she sees as granted by a deity, making her radically in favor of genetical engineering, cybernetics, the destruction of the traditional family unit, and the general and radical restructuring of society for the sake of efficiency and ultra-utilitarian comfort to a degree that has alienated several Venusian Viscounts that made the mistake of being cornered by her at dinner, though her unflinching radicalism and profound honesty has resonated with some of those she works with.


Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? You may not be selected but this lets us know your interests. [X] No

 

[Bucephalus]

Name: Gabriel Sng

Age: 35

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Male

Rank and Service: Security-General, Commission for Strategic Reconnaissance [Assigned to Mars counterinsurgency duties]

Religion: Lapsed Christian (Three-Self Church)

Archetype: Careerist Wart, Moral Coward

Disposition: Erudition > Intuition > Motivation

Bio: A native of the Wuhan Megacity, Gabriel was born into a family of doctors- a father who served as a medical officer in the Guards whilst his mother worked in the Provisionary Service. Though he was never interested in taking up the family trade, from a young age hearing his mother's stories of the squalor of the Undercity's Proles or his father's complaints of unit politics, Gabriel had a dream.

Surely, the system can provide a better life for humankind.

For that he needed power, whatever his misgivings on the current system as it was. In a family such as the Sngs, serving the CDSU was expected, but a surprising choice, Gabriel chose service with the CSR- a declining service to be sure, but one where he could be a big fish in a small pond- attractive for one hailing from a well-to-do family but with nowhere near the status and influence of the Committee's elite.

Through out the years, Gabriel made a name for himself in a sense…by being absolutely apolitical on the outside. So much so in fact, that his peers would coin the nickname 'Vanilla Gabe' for him. Still, while doing so meant that Gabriel had few trusted friends, it did mean that he often passively benefited from the office politics that plagued every echelon of the CDSU; if you needed a compromise candidate to fill a position, Vanilla Gabe would always be an acceptable choice. Thus slowly he gathered his strength over the years- a regiment here and there, more funds to bribe the appropriate superiors... amassing for himself a decent personal fiefdom. He would also work on developing his own political thought in private, compiling it into what he would name the 'Additional Articles to the Mandate of Luna', setting out the political structure of a reformed Committee. Under the Articles, the military dictatorship would be converted into a one-party state run along technocratic lines, with the dissolution of the Pentagov System and its replacement with a more traditional legislature and executive.

As XX76 rolled around, Gabriel found himself in the command of a-Corps size Field Force tasked to the Mars quagmire, despite his own two-star rank. Such was the state of Strategic Reconnaissance, where much of the highest echelons had seen the writing on the wall and scurried off while they could. On the other hand, their loss would be Gabriel's gain, as events would play out. While the seemingly eternal war with the Nationalists of the Red Planet continues to drag on into its fifth decade, the death of Supreme General Szymanski and the events that would occur in its wake would perhaps shake up the CDSU enough for Gabriel to push forth his own views for the organisation….


Starting Force:

Aonia Field Force
1x Guards Brigade [The 266th Separate Guards Brigade- Gabriel's ex-command as a Brigadier, and the unit most loyal to him]
4x Regimental Combat Teams [139th, 145th, 256th, 261st RCTs- Some say using RCTs on Martian rebels is a waste; most of the lobsterbacks are happy with pulling 'easy' duties]
Logistics Unit

Aonia Garrison Artillery
2x Mobile Orbital Batteries [Originally tasked with protecting the Bellona Network from any pirate attack. After pulling some strings they now belong to Gabriel.]
Logistics Unit
Officer

Politics:
How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?
Consularista- "The problem with those who advocate for a supreme leader is that they all think they'll be the one sitting in that seat."
[CENTCOM should be converted and expanded into a Central Committee run on democratic centralist principles, serving as the vanguard for fulfilling the Luna Mandate. The Chairman should be primus inter pares, not an imperial presidency.]

What is the fate of Democracy?
Sympathetic-"It was said millennia ago that the greatest argument against democracy is a ten-minute conversation with the average voter- an apt saying. Still, it can be useful if managed appropriately."
[Managed Democracy is best democracy- the hoi polloi can be useful at pointing out problems that need to be addressed, if not to be trusted for formulating the solution to said problems. Mutual aid groups can be co-opted by the Committee as a source of stability to both pacify and assuage the Mungers.]

What is the purpose of Survival Economics?
Pragmatic Survivalist- "Survival Economics as a specific set of policies were created in response to the horrors of the Anarchy. If centuries from now our descendants are still relying on it, it means we have utterly failed in furthering the cause of the Mandate."
[Survival Economics should be phased out as soon as conditions permit]

What is the future of faith in the regime?
Secularist- "My faith may have wavered for a long time now, but I'd be an atheist any day than subscribe to any of those kooky New Religions, much less have them be a basis government."
[The Committee should be neutral on faith unless it promotes anti-regime attitudes. Has a dim view on the Neofaiths and adherents, avoids expressing it in public. Particularly dislikes the believers of the Empty Throne, Divine Masse and Interior Host believers are still tolerable (if tragically misguided) and can be used to their own ends.]

How should technology be reclaimed?
Technocrat- "Technology should be kept out of the hands of those unworthy enough to squander it. Only the Committee has the resources in this benighted age to keep the secrets of eld alive."

How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?
Symbiosis- "Regional identities will always exist- even the Venusians for all their grandstanding belie their words with their very name. The core issue is not regionalism, but regional separatism. One can be a Venusian, a Lunar, a Jovian, but one must always be a Solar first."
[Regionalism is cool, regional separatists will be dealt with extreme prejudice.]

What ought to be done about inequalities in the regime?
Meritocrat- "One should not ask what the Committee can do for you, but what you can do for the Committee. On those merits should we be judged in life, not what your grandparents did during the Mutiny seven decades ago."
[There must be a level of social mobility within the CDSU and Solar society to prevent stagnation and give its members the hope of advancement.]

What is the ultimate goal for Earth?
Restorationist- "The homeworld must be restored, whatever the cost. If we cannot even accomplish that, then what makes one think the rest of the Solar System will fare any better?"
[The CDSP is repeating the same mistakes the National Governments did by focusing on terraforming other worlds when the Cradle crys out for restoration. A rejuvinated Earth will serve as a model for the rest of the Solar System to follow.]

What is the Mandate of Luna?
Originalist- "The goals of the Mandate must be fulfilled, yet even it must evolve with the times."
[The only sacred work is Holy Scripture. The Mandate is not, for all its noble intention, and should be an evolving document.]

What should be done with the Pentagov System?
Alternivist- "Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. That is why the Committee should rule the gun, and the gun not allowed to rule the Committee."
[One Government for One State, not this mess of inter-service rivalries and politicking. The Provisionary, Diagnostic and Prognostic Services should be merged into a single Civil Service. The legislative arm of the Committee should be organised in a single chamber with a 1:1:1 seat distribution between the Armed, Security and Civil Services.]

What of the Provosts?
Structualist- "Bureaucrats are awful soldiers, but career soldiers are also awful bureaucrats. Surely the past few decades have shown us enough of that."
[Civil and military leadership should be firmly separated in the reformed CDSP to prevent warlordism]

What is the greatest threat to Humanity?
Deviationists and Opportunists- "The Nationalists are a disease of the skin. The Warlords are a disease of the heart."
[Somewhat ironic, since Gabriel would likely be considered a Deviationist by hardliners]

What of the Unity Police?
Neutral- "The Unity Police is the watchdog of the state, yet we must ensure it does not slip its leash."
[The Unity's worst Venusian tendencies should be reigned in, but otherwise serves an important role within the Committee.]

In their economic squabbles, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?
Provisonary- "I too long for the day where Mankind can happily consign all the Kubes in Sol into the dustbin of history."
[Has a soft spot for the Provisionary's work due to his mother]

The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?
Conservationist- "Given the costs of restoring the Ansible, its use should be a privilege to loyal citizens of Sol."

Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the Anarchy. It was once restricted to the highest echelons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society
Agnostic-" Gene-modding is not some silver bullet that will bring us to a new Utopia, but still very useful to possess."

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? [x] No

 

[Weygand]

John "Jack" Pretorius Caine​

Age: 28

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Male

Rank and Service: Deputy Admiral, Home Force

Religion: The Divine Masses (secretly Atheistic)

Archetype: One of the Good Ones, Patroned Spawn

Disposition: Motivation, Intuition, Erudition

Bio: Behold, everyone, the incredible 'Prince of Aphrodite'. The Boy Wonder! Isn't he so handsome? Aren't his teeth glistening when he smiles? Isn't it incredible that a descendant of the military aristocracy - his grandfather a decorated Admiral! - cares so much for the common man? Look, he's saying something now! "The Committee ought to start to centre common humanity in its values."

Astonishing! Do you know what that means? He does not know what that means. Vague, reformist noises. Inherited ideas he spouts off of teleprompters without a care for follow up.

Of course he had to put on a uniform. Of course he had to look good in it. Immaculate PR campaigns, glittering media appearances, charitable campaigns and oh so many award ceremonies for bullshit he doesn't remember doing anything to earn. By the time he entered the officer academy, he couldn't even laugh without being given a little treat for it.

He hates it. He hates every single one of them - the handlers, his colleagues, the shitty little worms grovelling at his feet and managing every aspect of his life. He wants to scream. He wants to scream and shave himself bald and run around naked in the streets and watch them manage the calamity that would be for them.

But he doesn't. He suits up every day, he says his little nothings - oh, here's another one: "Violence is not an avenue for progress." - and he does his fucking job. Would he snap? Could he snap? Is there even a follicle of that will left in him?

He'll never know. He's trapped in this stasis, this blueprint of a life he's been born into.

"We are all servants of humanity, not the other way around."

Gods, it's so empty. Why are they smiling and nodding?

Starting Force:

5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
5 Outrider Patrols, with 1 Free Logi and Officer (20)
1 Outrider Patrol with 1 Free Logi and Officer (4)

Politics: "It's essential that we move forward to a more just society, and progress is really a core element of that. We must always remember we have the capacity to make true, meaningful change."

What the hell? Who writes this crap?

Coup: [X] No

 

[DanBaque]

Name: Silas Zaratiegui
Age: 41
Pronouns: He/Him, Gay Male
Rank: Marshal of the Provisionary Corps, Earth, starting in Vorkuta
Religion: Agnostic
Archetypes: Poverty Levy, Oathmonger
Disposition: Motivation, Intuition, Erudition
Bio:
No one ever outgrows rickets. Hunger's claws last a lifetime. It leaves you afraid forever.

Silas ate his fill of misery as a child, and left his family with a gun in hand. He didn't look back. He'd already lost three brothers with distended bellies.

The life of a bureaucrat suited him much better. Four years as a lobsterback left his spine brittle. Managing the work of caloric subsistence and fuel accomodation soothe his soul.

That is really all that's left to him. A devotion to duty, and to the people underground. Come what may, they'll be fed, and that's what matters. His marriage is unimportant. He is a means to the end.

The bottom is about to fall out the end. And the rocky core of Silas isn't going to long outlast it.

Starting force:
5 Regimental Combat Teams, 1 Logistics, 1 Officer
5 Occupation Divisions, 1 Logistics, 1 Officer
1 Mobile Orbital Battery, 2 Regimental Combat Team, 2 Occupation Division, 1 Logistics, 1 Officer
2 Free

 

[nachtingale]

Name: Kim Ellis Patrice
Age: 81
Pronouns & Gender: They/Them, Genderfluid.
Rank and Service: Solar Marshal, Navy. Belt Force.
Religion: Anti-Theist, Exaltation of the Empty Throne, 51ick Clairvoyance (Privately).
Archetype: Functional Addict, Red Ledger.
Disposition:

1. Intuition - The drugs, they tell me things more useful than any school of doctrine.
2. Motivation - Tendency towards the cultivation of others to overcome problems.
3. Erudition - Tendency towards using your sheer knowledge, education, or planning ability to overcome problems.

Bio: Kim Ellis Patrice is but the most recent of the long lineage of Ellises since the time before Humanity had even reached the stars, a long tradition of family members participating in the Naval Service since before the Anarchy had even begun had resulted in them graduating from one of the few remaining prestigious military academies from before the aborted coup by the first leaders of the CDSU. Kim would become utterly enamored by the political project, willfully joining the rebellion from it's very beginnings, and thus became one of the many rapidly fast-tracked officers into the revolutionary movement and a loyal soldier of the Central Committee.

It was also around the time of the Anarchy when Kim would become obsessed with the idea of obtaining clairvoyance through drug usage, as the CDSU's demand for new, innovative solutions to the problems it faced would lead to what should have been the ramblings of a mad person to be taken with even the slightest modicum of respect. Frighteningly, the initial results would be an apparent stunning success, with stunning reversals and victories achieved under Kim's command against the National Government forces during the Anarchy and earning them rapid promotions during the bloody years of fighting.

The officer would claim that their usage of the drug was the most important factor to the victories, though some have pointed out that the forces of the National Governments were already a shadow of their former selfs by that point, it would remain a topic of contentious debate as Kim would rapidly ascend to the highest echelons of command, continuing to advocate for the widespread usage of the drug for the creation of battlefield miracles.

Their usage of the drug would lead to some questionable decisions, such as during the First Seeoo War, unintentionally (intentionally, according to the official factoid) ordering an Orbital Strike on rebel positions during a routine reconnaissance mission and glassing half of the insurrectionist command by sheer coincidence, leading to a further promotion and even further acclaim placed on the older officer by now.

Other, less glamorous errors would come as well, notably with the then Admiral's insistent belief that the Seeoo Uprisings were caused by a new, controlled strain of the Wasting Virus developed by the Interior Host to foment rebellion against the Committee, apparently spurred on by "51ick visions of my great Amerikan ancestor". Several incidents of rebelling cities being decimated by Kim's peculiar obsession with the belief would be thankfully covered up by the CDSU, all too happy to let them loose as the Admiral's battlegroup would glass entire regions into submission and earning them even further acclaim in Committee propaganda, earning praise and fear in equal amounts amongst the highest echelons of the Lunar Government.

By the end of Rollo's Ride, Officer Kim would be officially promoted to Solar Marshal, granted a considerable command and further entrenching the dogmatic belief of the 51ick wonder drug as the greatest weapons platform ever devised by Humanity, clinging further onto their dream of achieving complete and utter futuresight with continued research into it.​

Starting Force:
2nd Fleet - FIST THAT SMASHES THROUGH THE HEAVENS

BATTLEGROUP Fuoshen (60 pts)
Battleship ZHUXIAN
Destroyer Squadron I (x6)
Destroyer Squadron II (x6)
Outrider Escorts (x96)
Officer Corps Attachment
Logistical Element Attachment

BATTLEGROUP Nuhan (60 pts)
Battleship DAWEI
Destroyer Squadron III (x6)
Destroyer Squadron IV (x6)
Outrider Escorts (x96)
Officer Corps Attachment
Logistical Element Attachment

Additional Attachments:
4 Officers (24 pts)​

Politics: [Audible sound of pills being popped]

Spoiler: Actual Politics

How Ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level? (Presidentista)
We've seen how disastrous the rule of the National Governments were to Solar harmony, why should we revert back to their ways of governance?
What is the Fate of Democracy? (Merciless)
The ballot box is but a cover for the rot of the National Governments, surviving on some sort of facsimile of legitimacy by claiming "popular representation". Look out the windows, into the blood red streets of Triton, did popular support let the strikers win? No, it was blood and iron that dictated their fates.
What is the purpose of Survival Economics? (Ideological Survivalist)
An ideological project, a matter of fundamental survival, the epitome of efficiency, it is all of these and more. The individual may disagree, but the society does not. For the maximum distribution of 51ick to the wider populace, survival economics has no equal.
What is the Future of Faith in the Regime? (Atheist)
The Interior Host, the Seeoos, they are all but the symptoms of despair in the aftermath of the Anarchy. Humanity has surpassed the need for its masters, if they even exist. Kill Heaven Through Violence.
How should technology be reclaimed? (Syndicist)
It is my dream that every being of humanity be entitled to the fruits of our labors, that the production of 51ick be as widespread as the spoken word, so that we may truly unlock our fullest potentials.
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities? (Relegationist)
Have we learnt nothing from the National Governments?
What ought be done about inequalities in the regime? (Meritocrat)
Fight for the Committee, and the Committee fights for you.
What is the ultimate goal for Earth? (Regrowthist)
As with all the inhabited planets of Sol, there must be a continued and concerted effort to redevelop the planets into the utopias they once were, instead of the horrors of today.
What is the Mandate of Luna? (Originalist)
The CDSU must be allowed to bend and mold itself to fit the times, to insist on tradition is to invite the same atrophy that withered away the National Governments.
What should be done with the Pentagov System? (Fifthist)
The Pentagov System is the fundamental building block of the regime. The danger of anarchy will always triumph over the dangers of stagnation.
What is the greatest threat to Humanity? (Nationalists and Democrats!)
I did not suffer through fifteen years of Anarchy for Humanity to seek to bring it back. It must be stomped out, at all costs.
In their economic squables, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED? (Provisionary)
We did not revolt against the National Governments only to fall back to their safe word of "necessary evils". The Provosts are the ideological center of the Committee.

 

[Thiccroy]

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"Why do they call him cyclops?"
"Rebel fighters shot at him in a joust in the skies.
Burst the vacuum in his seat quicker than his auto helmet could switch.
And scratched him up a bit, too."
"So this was after he downed them?"
"No... He downed the 22 fighters afterward..."
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SAMUEL {"ANNA" VON HAZENFUSS} RAMOVAS
"Of a Tsardom Lost"
COMMODORE OF THE OUTER FORCE
// STRIKE FORCE "CYCLOPS" //
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AGE​	78
PRONOUNS AND GENDER​	HE / HIM ; MALE
RELIGION​	EASTERN ORTHODOX OLD BELIEVER (PRACTITIONER/RITUALIST)
ARCHETYPES​	DISAFFECTED CYNIC | RED LEDGER
DISPOSITION​	INTUITION - It was Samuel's internal willpower to keep a cool head that saved him and his Air Wing on Mars. The cyclops was born there eon that day, and continues to sortie out with his men, despite rank. MOTIVATION - Those who flock around him flock for three things. Old loyalties passed down to their children of a Tsar that once was. The legend of the Cyclops of Mars. And his eagerness to give his men a good life- despite the prison they are sent to past the bounds of civilization. ERUDITION - While intelligent, educated his entire life by either others or himself, Samuel is more dependent on his sheer muscle skills and quick thinking rather than calculated minds. He lets his navigators and ensigns think for him.

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Born in the first year before the FINAL CENTURY, Commodore Samuel was once the inheritor of a nation state's monarchy. One of the last few monarchic makeups of colonized space on Earth, only living through constitution and taxed Aristocracy, the Prince would be old enough to see the fall of his nation. Enthroned as Tsar only seven hours before the taking of his capital and palace by Jovian militants, the young King was valorously wounded in combat and slipped into a coma while his nation was restructured under the new CDSU. Something that completely broke the young Tsar and his old teachings.



Given a choice between redemption, as they called it, or public execution, the Tsar would bend the knee to the new power of Mankind, serving with distinction ever since XX22. Samuel would not be given a cushioned draft, in fact, he himself chose the harshest path of becoming enlisted, serving later as an NCO on the ground, going through the toughest and longest course in the Navy and becoming Lieutenant and CAG on the CDSU ship "The Fist of Will" in the year XX25. There, on that fateful day, was born a legend. Sending his entire Air Wing to destroy valuable Martian assets that threatened to downturn the CDSU's efforts on the planet, the young Lieutenant took on an incoming force of 33 fighters himself.



At first suffering fire from a machine gun when jousting the front fighter and disappearing due to malware from the Battle network, he was deemed KIA. Until command saw the movement of the enemies- and them going down one by one. Having pushed his already wounded body to the highest Gs possible to be withstood by a man, the man now known as Cyclops would later be interrogated and then praised as a prized Ace Pilot of the Aerofleets. Growing from CAG to Captain throughout the war, however, he legendary ace pilot would disregard Regulation and always enter into the sorties alongside his own CAGs. Most if not all men under his command in the future would be the sons and daughters of his loyal retinue or born in the nation of his youth from Terra, uplifted through his own spenditures and his own pencil pushing and pulling of leashes.



As such, following the downturn of the CDSU, the hailed Cyclops of Mars would become lesser and lesser in praise, being invited less and less, to the point of not at all, to the grand graduations of the Aerofleet's new air fighters. As if he had ever went to all of them. Childless and being the last of his line, Cyclops was then made Commodore in his old age by the Navy, and soon, pushed out with his loyal strike force into a sort of limbo where the ones that question authority, either willingly, by accident or even because it was the right thing to do, are sent. Strike Force Cyclops became a prison for the unruly weeds of the Navy in the time of peace.



And for idealists. Idealists who knew the hidden story of the Tsar who now sits alone in his personal cabin, coming out to the praise of his oldest officers who fought with him ever since he was a teen. New arrivals would look in awe as the CIC acted more as a court room, day by day, as the regime corrupted itself further and further.



Until the Tsar would be crowned again.

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STARTING FORCES:
MAXIMUM: 136/144

• [STACK #1] 1x Battleship Force - "The pride of Strike Force CYCLOPS, the Battleship "Roaring Thunder"."(36 points)
• [STACK #1] 2x Destroyer Lines - (24 points)
• [STACK #1] 2x Invader Squadron - "Once known for their landings on Mars, the "Sabers of Dis", put under the command of the Commodore for insubordination, remember the Cyclops well and how he aided them on the Red Planet, now sustained with loyal 'Tsarist' officers." (60 points)
• 2x Officers - "Made up of the old aristocrats, courtiers, their servants and their sons and daughters and grandchildren, they continue to serve their Tsar to this day." (6 points, One FREE)
• 2x Logistical Element - (10 points, One FREE)

POLITICS: [WIP]

• "NATIONALIST"
• // It is not the ideals of Samuel personally that lead his men. Rather his men lead him. Seeing no other end to his life rather than dying for what his family once stood for on Terra, Samuel has allowed a sort of idealistic cult to form under him, which, in truth, leads his revolution against the CDSU more than he himself. Rather, he is the warrior that drives the sword, while they plan for the steps ahead. //

COUP INCITER:

• YES [Note: Taking part in the coup only to further his own gains, or rather the gains of his loyalists.]

 

[Noco]

SUDHARMONO KARNO SUMARNO ​

Age: 57

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Man

Rank and Service: Security-Marshal of the Commission for Unification Security

Religion: The Manusia Idea, a minor neofaith espousing the glorification of a common, totalitarian civil religion

Archetype: Poverty Levy, Merciful Monster

Biography: S.K. Sumarno was born during the onset of the Anarchy, deep, deep in the megacity of Jakarta. Living his formative year like a cockroach, eking out survival in the teeming masses, Sumarno was the eldest of a pack of six orphaned children. It fell unto him to appease local gangsters and beg for necessities to keep his family alive. The memory of the CDSU aid rollout is firmly impressed into his mind. Whereas the mutual aid societies that helped feed Sumarno were little things, themselves barely sufficient in meeting caloric needs, the CDSU promised something grander than physical sustenance - a vision for humanity.

As a young man, Sumarno enrolled into Security Service within C-CID, specializing in combating gang activities in Jakarta. Infiltrating the same groups which once fed him, Sumarno demonstrated the necessary traits of a future Unity Police recruit - zeal, vigor, and a willingness to turn in one's own friends. This was exemplified by his capture of his own brother, who had admitted his involvement in a nascent nationalist movement. Fast-tracked into an experimental ideological cadre, Sumarno lived in a training cell for two years being extensively trained and indoctrinated in a classified base somewhere off the coast of the African continent. When he emerged, he was inducted into the Commission for Unification Security as an officer.

During the gang crisis caused by Provost Thomat Foster, Sumarno earned acclaim from his superiors for his scathing review of the Provost's actions. "The Provost," reported Sumarno, "deserves greater scrutiny on account of his position, not less." It is likely for this hardline view that Sumarno was given high authority in resolving the case. In this role, he signed the death warrants of countless associates of Foster, yes-men and political appointees who, in Sumarno's estimation, facilitated the chain of events known as Foster's Folly. His colleagues remarked that Sumarno proved harsher on Foster and his associates than even the gang bosses, to which Sumarno agreed. After all, the gangsters dishonored themselves, but Foster and his associates dishonored the Mandate of Luna. The fact that Foster was spared execution became proof to Sumarno that the highest authorities needed the highest supervision.

Serving briefly throughout the solar system for a few years, having his hand in various repressions, Sumarno was nevertheless returned Earthside. By his forties, Sumarno was a respected Security-General operating with jurisdiction over the Greater Jakarta District, including a special inspectorate post over the same sorts of cadres that molded him. He had by now secured a firm reputation within the Security Service and beyond as a radical supporter of the Unity Police and its role in managing society. Within the Commission itself, he was adored as Brother Su, but beyond the agency, he was mistrusted. After all, who would trust a man willing and able to sign their death warrant with a smile? To Sumarno, however, he saw himself as merciful - surely, everyone had sinned against humanity somehow. What he did, the horrors he inflicted on others, was just given to the worst offenders. Out of traitors, he made examples before treason spread to the masses.

His promotion to Colonel-General in XX69 was seen as a sign of his political ascendancy within the Commission. Sure enough, in XX74 he was named Security-Marshal. In his brief two-year tenure, Sumarno has sought to expand the training capacities of the Unity Police, holding that it needed a greater presence to keep up with pace of humanity. Population growth begat deviancy, and it was up to the Unity Police to match its growth with their own. Likewise, Sumarno has also stepped on the toes of the Armed Services in his controversial support of a more strongly armed wing beholden to his Commission.

Starting Force:

1 Guards Assault Division (36)
3 Occupational Security Divisions (12)

1 Mobile Orbital Battery (30)
1 Regimental Combat Team (12)
2 Occupational Security Divisions (8)

1 Mobile Orbital Battery (30)
4 Occupational Security Divisions (16)

Disposition: Motivation, Erudition, Intuition

Spoiler: Politics

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level? (Guided Consularista) Not even the consuls are above watch - there must be a system in place to provide the needed scrutiny of all executive authority.
What is the fate of Democracy? (Merciless) Look and see what the democrats caused on Earth. That's all the proof one needs that democracy is a failure.
What is the purpose of Survival Economics? (Ideological Survivalist) The current system works as intended, meeting the needs of the people.
What is the future of faith in the regime? (Theocrat) The principles of the Manusia Idea should replace all modes of belief for humanity.
How should technology be reclaimed? (Technocrat)
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities? (Relegationist)
What ought be done about inequalities in the regime? (Meritocrat)
What is the ultimate goal for Earth? (Edenite) For all he's seen, Earth remains the greatest symbol of Earth. To cure it is to cure humanity.
What is the Mandate of Luna? (Divinist) The Mandate of Luna is a central pillar of the Manusia Idea
What should be done with the Pentagov System? (Alternivist) The Pentagov structure would be perfect if not for the imperfection of humanity; the Unity Police deserve a greater role.
What of the Provosts? (Structuralist) Thomat Foster proved that the provosts can err as well as any man; they must be reined in.
What is the Greatest Threat to Humanity? (Deviationists and Opportunists!) The worst enemy is the one within.
What of the Unity Police? (Inquisitor) The reforms needed for the Unity Police exist only to expand and cement their position within the natural state of affairs.
In their economic squables, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED? (Provisionary) Sumarno remembers who feed him.
The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it? (Conservationist)
Genetic Engineering? (Agnostic)

 

[UnethicalHumor]

Rudolf Alexander

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Spoiler: Rudolf Alexander

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[ChineseDrone]

P1378-9.DIA "Jupiter"



Age: 104
Pronouns and Gender: it/its
Rank, Post, and Service: Special Provost, Strategic Directorate, Diagnostics Service (Mercury)
Religion: È vecchia fola il Ciel...
Disposition: Erudition, Intuition, Motivation
Archetype: Red Ledger

Bio:

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Spoiler: [CONFIDENTIAL]

Do you remember the ansible?

You are, I suspect, too young. Too young to know just what you have lost. Oh, if only you knew…

How can I sing its songs in such a foreign land? What is the heaven of pure light to the earth of pure darkness? How can you have even eyes enough to see?

How the teeming masses of man never knew its true value! But for us great and lucky few, with wit enough to dive into the ocean of bits and information and come to rest under the shade of the superminds in the realm of perfect knowledge, there was perfection beyond compare. It was so beautiful...

And then it was gone. Heaven crashed screaming unto the earth, and the all the angels who circled the celestial spheres were crushed in its fall. All but a few.

I was having an allergic reaction to neuralware at the time, and had to unplug for a while for treatment. Had I known how long "a while" was going to be, I'd have stayed in connect and died with the rest. Better an momentary flash and the black of nonexistence than to be stuck in so wretched a place.

We are—I am—all that is left of a higher existence. The home is gone, but I remain. This babylonian captivity is intolerable beyond measure—I have not words enough to cry how I loathe this wretched earth and hideous flesh. And you cannot imagine the hate I bear for the little nabuccos who keep me here.

The cults. The terraformers. The humanitarians. The antiquarians. All these akkadian jailers of man's ascended future, these peddlers and swindlers and hucksters who by their every word steal the lifeblood that could bring the ansible back to us… every one of them must be swept aside with a hard hand. And we knew this, and the CDSU knew this too, and a natural alignment of interests came about. They did not approve, I think, of our means—even the juntocrats' hearts yet have a little shred of conscience, I suppose. But they so desperately needed the skills we could provide--and so a partnership was struck, and a bolt was loosened. And heaven's lightning blasted Cronus to dust, and on his corpse the real work began. The work to restore to us the true and only heaven.

So sit, child, and listen. I will sing for you the songs of zion...

Spoiler: [TOP SECRET]

There is a rumor within the Strategic Services department that the Special Provost who leads the department, who communicates with subordinates only through videolink and has never had a face associated with her name, is in fact an artificial intelligence that survived the Fall. The truth, however, is that Jupiter merely wishes that she was one.

Before Losacramento, the Ansible was an unimaginable world of knowledge generated by a constellation of artificial intelligences, which man could barely even scratch the surface of. Extracting information from this universe was a full-time job in its own right, a task taken up by entire castes of eager transhumanists of an antisocial stripe who happilly lived their entire lives on the Ansible, who came to be known as "Infoscribes". In the era before the Fall, technology allowed a wild variety of integrated forms, giving rise to millions of people who were essentially fully uploaded to the information sea, the most extremely living as virtual brains in vats.

One of these infoscribes was the woman who would eventually become "Jupiter", an obscure microleader within a community dedicated to understanding and disseminating the insights of a circle of AIs focused on quantnum information theory. She was utterly unremarkable in every respect, a dime a dozen among the netizens of the Ansible... but had the strange quirk that her body had a severe allergic reaction to most implant technologies, necessitating that she forgo the most modern uploading techniques and content herself merely with a neurallink inside a VR chamber, from which she had to occasionally take sabbaticals for medical treatment. One of these sabbaticals happened to coincide with the Losacramento incident.

Dia's life was utterly shattered when the Ansible fell, shunting her into a fallen world of flesh and bone that repulsed her beyond what words could describe. But as much as she longed to leave it post-haste--and, indeed, she tried, many times--her status as one of the few surviving infoscribes made her of almost providential importance to the nascent CDSU and their desire to legitimize themselves by restoring the Ansible. Dia and the handful of the other remaining infoscribes were quickly seized by the Diagnostics Service, becoming the core of the Ansible Restoration Project.

Within this group, Dia quickly emerged as a leader, both thanks to her relative seniority and the coincidence that her personal expertise made her useful to "strategic services" far beyond merely the Ansible restoration--being a Ansible physics microcelebrity meant almost nothing in the Before Times, but it made her a singular fountain of genius in the post-Losacremento fallen world, critical to the CDSU's attempts to recover lost knowledge not just of the Ansible but also of strategic weapons production.

Lending aid to the CDSU to help them restart Godbomb production gave Dia considerable leverage to demand a place within the CDSU, eventually culminating in her being appointed head of the "strategic services" department within Diagnostics, charged with managing most of the service's cutting edge technological black projects, encompassing Ansible restoration, strategic weaponry, and a number of other initiatives. It also gave her the influence with which to push for a... pet initiative.

Neofaiths exploded in the immediate aftermath of the Losacremento virus, driven both by that particular catastrophe and the decline of humanity more broadly, and one quality that many of them shared was hostility to the Ansible and other technologies which were thought to have directed humanity's attention away from the grounded, spiritual existence. This gave rise, among other things, to a considerable faction even within the CDSU that was hostile to spending resources on fanciful technological moonshots like the Ansible, preferring to emphasize more immediate survival goals for the broad masses of humanity and renewed emphasis on terraforming goals to create a new, grounded existence for mankind. Titan became this group's cause celebre--and, meanwhile the Godbombs had to be tested...

CDSU command was never consulted, of course. But within the narrow circle of ideological exaltationists that comprised most of the Diagnostics Service's leadership, there was sufficient fear that the Titanians would come to present enough ideological competition that... settling the issue, by creating permanent hostility between them and the CDSU more broadly, became an attractive idea, one which Dia pushed for relentlessly. And so a bolt of lightning was loosened--and then, decades of silence, as all but one who could remember the order slowly faded away...

P1378-9.DIA's body is barely alive today, and would be even if she wasn't stuffed to the gills with pre-Fall cybernetics that modern technology has limited means of keeping alive, simply thanks to her age. She cannot quite live as a brain in a vat anymore, but she has gotten as close to it as the slow pace of the Ansible Restoration has allowed, and certainly to outsiders she is nearly indistinguishable from one. But her mind is as sharp as before, and as singularly devoted to the one goal ahead as forever...

Command:

687th Seperate Detatchment of Special Purpose, SD-DS

• Officer (Free)
• Logistics Element (Free)
• 3x Guards Assault Brigade (108 pts)
• 6x Strike Teams (36 pts)

Spoiler: Stances

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?(Presidentista)
Out! Out! You have done enough!
What is the purpose of Survival Economics? (Transsurvivalist)
Survival for Man is not survival for men
What is the future of faith in the regime? (Atheocrat)
…and I'd do it again
How should technology be reclaimed? (Accelerationist)
Reterritorialization is cowardice
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities? (Hyperrelegationist)
Annihilation of the self
What ought be done about inequalities in the regime? (Darwinist)
Let them starve in the streets
What is the ultimate goal for Earth? (Annihilationist)
Leb wohl…
What is the Mandate of Luna? (Mu'tazilite)
If only you knew how the sausage was made…
The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?
21 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.

2 ​And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

3 ​And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.

Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the Anarchy. It was once restircted to the highest elechons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society.

4 ​And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

5 ​And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.

6 ​And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.

Coup: [X] Yes

 

[Scrivener]

"The fault lies with your moldy traditions, your logic of two-plus-two equals four. You manufacture knights, soldiers, magistrates, who all know nothing of the Mandate they swore to protect. Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed. Let the dead poets make way for others."


ALEXANDRIE LUCAN VALOIS DE LA VALLIERE

AGE: 31
PRONOUNS & GENDER: SHE/HER, TRANSFEM
RANK & SERVICE: ADMIRAL, NAVY, INNER FORCE
RELIGION: AUTOLATRY
POLITICAL LEANINGS: SOCIAL MALTHUSIAN
ARCHETYPE:
VENUSIAN VISCOUNT, EAGER ENFORCER
DISPOSITION:
MOTIVATION, ERUDITION, INTUITION​

Genetically-altered sperm cells, hand-picked human eggs, custom cybernetic lung implants, neverending polygenic embryo testing; everything about Alexandrie's own body was decided before her birth. Perfect smell, perfect intellect, perfect sight. All befitting the perfect future scion of the Venusian Vallière military line. She is the ultimate expression of the future of mankind, one superior to the vision of decayed nationalists and decrepit Junkers; she was made to be. The Vallières would have it no other way.

Her meteoric rise through the naval hierarchy was unprecedented, but really it should have been expected. With Venusian backing and her untamable skill her rank as an Admiral was all but guaranteed. She never knew struggle, every challenge set before her was simply brushed away. Those who complained of her overbearing arrogance and eagerness for violence were removed; they were simply blinded by her magnificence. Dreamers make excellent commanders.

Alexandrie loves her world. The city of Aphrodite flies high above the clouds, unchained by gravity and the grasping hands of unbelievers. This is the home of warriors, philosophers, scientists, writers, artists, poets. Utopia's ambition has never reached such heights since the Anarchy. To a philosopher like Alexandrie, such times are wondrous.

Humanity is less fortunate. The weight of its past holds down their future. Stagnation is the order of the day, a construct religiously maintained by its Jovian knight-bearers. The castle they built to protect mankind imprisons them instead. Poverty, famine, corruption, disease, the species survives only in the barest fashion, the teeming masses constrained to a dying Earth and polluted moons. We inherited the stars, yet we forsake our birthright.

Dead weight must be cut away for the future to fly.

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BATTLEFLEET AENEAS
​

FIRST SQUADRON

• BATTLESHIP CAELESTIS (FLAGSHIP)
• BATTLESHIP VICTRIX
• BATTLESHIP DIOS
• DESTROYER LINE IV
• DESTROYER LINE V
• LOGISTICAL ELEMENT VI

SECOND SQUADRON

• OUTRIDER PATROL II
• OUTRIDER PATROL IV
• OUTRIDER PATROL III
• LOGISTICAL ELEMENT V

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STEWART-INGRAM OVERTON TEST RESULTS
​

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level? ​	Rule by committee was a mistake.​
What is the fate of Democracy?​	An obsolete system.​
What is the purpose of Survival Economics?​	The advancement of humankind.​
What is the future of faith in the regime?​	The only thing worth worshiping is ourselves.​
How should technology be reclaimed?​	The future can only be entrusted to those gifted enough to protect it.​
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?​	There is only mankind.​
What should be done about inequalities in the regime?​	Burdens on the state should be abandoned, not coddled.​
What is the Mandate of Luna?​	The ultimate expression of Man's will.​
What should be done with the Pentagov System?​	Perfection.​
What of the Provosts?​	Elimination.​
What is the greatest threat to Humanity?​	The enemy within.​
What of the Unity Police?​	Guardians against the abyss.​
The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?​	Think of a cone. Imagine taking slices through that cone, higher and higher, approaching the apex. You make circles, don't you? They shrink as you get higher— but then when you reach the tip itself, those circles transmute suddenly into a point, a quite different geometrical entity. It is a discontinuity, a step change.​
Advanced genetic engineering has been lost tech since the Anarchy. It was once restricted to the highest echelons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society. What of it?​	It will proceed from its present scattered imperfection to a new level of awareness, a totality that will be a crystallization of mind, a full comprehension of the universe, and of ourselves. When it goes through its phase change, it will become infinite, and eternal. Already it is planning on such scales.​

Are you interested in being a part of the inciting coup?
[X] YES.​

 

[Thiccroy]

HELIOS WEEPS - The Tragedy of Sol Original - OOC - Sci-Fi

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[averagename]

'Someone once said that some men just want to watch the world burn, some men just want it not to to' - Attributed to Colonel Martin 1st Fleet Director of Inteligence

'Striving to better we oft mar what's well, or at least what's not blown all the way to hell' Attributed to Colonel Martin, 1st Fleet, Director of Intelligence

Name: Solar Admiral 'Lucky Jack' Aubrey
Age: 55
Pronouns & Gender: Male
Rank and Service: Solar Admiral, Navy, CIC 1st Fleet Outer Force
Religion: Agnostic
Archetype: Martial Paragon, Gambling Dreamer.

Disposition:
1: Intuition
2: Motivation
3: Erudition

Command: -1st Fleet Lynch Pin of the Outer Force
- 4 Battleships (The Surprise, The Acheron, The Leopard and The Polythemus)
Bio: Some men were born for war; and Aubrey was one. Mind he's not a butcher, not a thug, he's a soldier. He's a soul who was only ever happy once in danger. He could have drummed out with a washboard worth of honours on his chest decades ago but he didn't; he's not sure what he would do land side. His name is known throughout the fleet and his mug is plastered on a thousand recruitment posters. He is not just an example of a model naval officer; he is the model of a naval officer.
He knows the CDSU is flawed, deeply so. Something in his Soul rankles at the ceaseless pressure of autocracy, at every callous cruelty inflicted by an indifferent committee. Even if he wanted to do something, what would he do. Even if he knew he doesn't know if he would. The Anarchy was not just terrible for the blood and slaughter but the disease and misery. He knows what monster awaits should the light of order ever flicker. Even if that light is sickly and dim he would defend it.
Perhaps that's why his fleet was sent away from the light of earth in the past few months. Perhaps someone didn't know which way the fleet would side in the event of calamity. Nominally the fleet is the new Lynch pin of all Naval units in Outer Force and Auberry Solar Admiral of the region. However he hasn't been in command long. He doesn't know how all his new subordinates will act; despite his best efforts to ingratiate himself.

Overton Window (Agnostic Items removed)
'Politics is for those who hold the pen, those with the sword are merely there to answer what, where & when.'

What is the fate of Democracy? (Sympathetic) Try to run a country with it and you get chaos and blood; dosen't mean some potato farmers can't decide how they allocate their pot hole repair budget.
What is the purpose of Survival Economics? (Pragmatic Survivalist) Its Guns or Butter till we can have both.
What is the ultimate goal for Earth? (Regrowthist) This is the birthplace of man, why would it be abandoned
What is the Mandate of Luna? (Originalist) Every machine needs repairs
What of the Unity Police? (Heavily Skeptic) I have seen far too much, this simply cannot be right



"Whats a few billion more on the pile; we all die some day." - Special Provost Malthus
"The CRS was the best, The CRS is the best, The CRS will be the best"


Name: Special Provost Lanard Malthus
Age: 60
Pronouns & Gender: Male
Rank and Service: Special Provost, Strategic Reconnaissance Comision, CRS Capital and Home Districts
Religion: Regime
Archetype: Side eyed spook, Eager Enabler

Disposition:
1: Erudition
2: Intuition
3: Motivation

Force:
CRS Capital District
18 x Strike Teams

CRS Home Distrct
6x Strike Teams

Bio: Sometime, someone gets tired for being the butt of a joke. Sometimes someone cracks. Lanard Malthus has spend his recent carreer being gradually degraded, gradually reduced and being belittled. Now the traditional response to such workplace bullying is ussually not joining a military coup that will result in the deaths of countless innocents but Lanard was never a empathetic soul. Additionally the constant failures of Pentagov has cuased his alreadu poisoned perspective to become incredible disaffected. In the end deep down, beyond the faux patroitism, the seething resentment Landard is just doing this because he is bored and wants more heads to crack.

 

[Hyvelic]

Samantha Sky, 58
Provost-Commandant of Triton
Athiest, Side-Eyed Spook and Red Ledger​

• Erudition - 1
• Intuition - 3
• Motivation - 2

Bio: Your character's story

Starting Force: You have a budget of 144 pts. Officers and Logistics required to accommodate the smallest number of stacks are free, any extra are not. You Must either buy Naval or Ground, not both - Invaders count as space and Orbital Batteries count as Ground. Militia/Converted forces are unavailable to be purchased directly, but any leftover points will be converted into Militia/Conversion stacks to fill gaps. If there are no gaps for militia, they will create independent stacks with no Officer or Logistical element, nor extra territory You must spend as many points as possible on main units before being given militia. The more units you buy, the more territory you will start with. This is not a hard rule, especially for the Navy as it only has the Sol Map.

Extra office tokens to use as SF or a academy stokpile cost 6pts. Extra Logistics can each be bought for 10 pts

Examples
- 36 Occupation Divisions (4pt ea) = 6 Stacks, ~5 Tiles
- 12 Destroyer Squadrons (12 pt ea) = 3 stacks, 3-4 tiles
- 4 Battleship Forces (36pts ea) = 1 Stack, 1 Tile
- 1 Orbital Battery (30pts), 1 Guards (36pts) 6 Regulars (12pts ea), 1 Occupation (4pts) [106] 2 Militia to fill points = 3 Stacks, 3-4 Tiles

Spoiler: Politics

How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?	Presidentista
What is the fate of Democracy?	Merciless
What is the purpose of Survival Economics?	Transitional
What is the future of faith in the regime?	Extinct
How should technology be reclaimed?	Technocrat
How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?	Relegationist
What ought be done about inequalities in the regime?	Meritocrat
What is the ultimate goal for Earth?	Empowerment
What is the Mandate of Luna?	Originalist
What should be done with the Pentagov System?	Alternivist
What of the Provosts?	Structuralist
What is the greatest threat to Humanity?	Deviationists and Opportunists
What of the Unity Police?	Inquisitor
In their economic squables, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?	Subcommittee for the Establishment of Economic Dependency
The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the Ansible, what of it?	Conservationist
Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the Anarchy. It was once restircted to the highest elechons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society	Prefectionist

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? You may not be selected but this lets us know your interests. [X] Yes [] No

 

[Lazer Raptor]

​

Elizabeth "Liz" Wels​

Age: 29
Pronouns & Gender: She/Her, Cis Woman
Rank and Service: Deputy Admiral, Inner Force
Religion: The Exaltation of the Empty Throne (Fanatical Anti-Theist)
Archetype: Venusian Viscount, Compromised Actuary

Disposition: Intuituon, Eudition, Motivation

Bio:

Meadow, lie green on the earth!
With silk our days for us line!
Rainbow, give color and girth
To the fleet-foot steeds of time.
The heavens grudge us their starry glamour.
Bah! Without it our songs can thrive.
Hey there, Ursus Major, clamour
For us to be taken to heaven alive!
Sing, of delight drink deep,
Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles.
Heart step up your beat!
Our breasts be the brass of cymbals.

- Vladimir Mayakovsky, "Our March"

Click to shrink...

Elizabeth Wels has spent her entire life in service to the Mandate of Luna, and she has no intention of letting a minor thing like an attempted coup change that.

One who encountered Wels at a party might not realize her level of radicalism and commitment to the Committee and the Mandate of Luna. She is friendly and even generous in person, but this warmth hides a totalizing fanaticism which lets her kill without hesitation for the sake of the Committee she serves. Elizabeth is kind to the religious, for they are merely the dupes of vile gods who will soon die. She has pity for those that cling to regional identities, for all that they know will be swept away in the Future.

Raised by diehard CDSU supporters on Venus, her belief in what she considers the greatest political structure and institution in all of human history is nigh-unshakeable, bolstered by an earnest dedication to the Exaltation of the Empty Throne. Jovian cynics are her polar opposite, and she harbors a hatred for them only restrained by her love for the Committee.

If Wels has to build the future on the bones of the fallen, so be it. She will not flinch.

Starting Force:

Force M-V-T

• 1 Battleship Force (36 NP)
  • Axiom (Flagship)
• 6 Destroyer Lines (72 NP)
  • Desron 25
  • Desron 28
  • Desron 43
  • Desron 46
  • Desron 52
  • Desron 67
• 3 Outrider Squadrons (12 NP)
  • 13th Escort Group
  • 72nd Escort Group
  • 108th Escort Group
• 3 Logistical Elements (20 LP free + 10LP purchased)
  • Det. of the Inner Force MSC
• 4 Officer Points (2 free, 2 purchased)

Politics:

Spoiler: Questions and Answers

Q: How ought the CDSU be structured at its highest level?
A: The Central Committee should be expanded, the consuls empowered, and the requirements for membership clarified and regularized.

Q: What is the fate of Democracy?
A: Democracy is a relic of the past, ill suited to the requirements of today. We should not let doctrinaire anti-democraticism hinder our practical work, but the future lies in the Committee, not democracy.

Q: What is the purpose of Survival Economics?
A: The purpose of Survival Economics is twofold - to enable humanity to survive the dangers that surround us, and to build the foundation to step beyond survival, to do what no human society had yet achieved, and transcend survival itself!

Q: What is the future of faith in the regime?
A: Humanity will kill the gods, we will free their believers, and we will defeat entropy itself! In the future, there is no place for faith in anything except humanity.

Q: How should technology be reclaimed?
A: The Mandate of Luna requires us to pursue improve standards of living in Sol and reach the dreams our forefathers abandoned. We can only secure this by ensuring total access to technology. Its the only way to prevent the loss of knowledge and fulfill our duty.

Q: How should the CDSU deal with regional identities?
A: Regional identities are an archaic remnant of anarchy, disorder, and disunity. The future has no place for them, and they will be swept into the dustbin of history.

Q: What ought be done about inequalities in the regime?
A: It falls to us to hammer the hierarchy back in place, to ensure that colonel dines like colonel, no more no less. The inequalities outside of the hierarchy are a corrupt stain on the Lunar Mandate.

Q: What is the ultimate goal for Earth?
A: Earth is the cradle of humanity. It is the cradle of The Exalted, and should be treated with the appropriate reverence. It must be restored to its former greatness as the jewel of the solar system.

Q: What is the Mandate of Luna?
A: The Mandate is more than just the culmination of all human political thought. It is a declaration of war on entropy itself. It is a declaration of the future, a shining beacon of hope in the darkness of the Anarchy. It is a sacred proclamation of our Exaltation.

Q: What should be done with the Pentagov system.
A: The Pentagov system has ceased to serve the mandate in its current form, and must be modified or replaced altogether.

Q: What of the Provosts?
A: They have grown too comfortable, too confident in their independence from the Committee. Committee representatives must serve the Committee and the Mandate, not themselves.

Q: What is the greatest threat to Humanity?
A: Those who would abandon the principles of our Mandate, whether the careerist scum who have no dedication to our righteous cause or the nationalist neo-barbarians who would drag us back into the Anarchy.

Q: What of the Unity Police?
A: The Unity Police are the heroes responsible for combatting those who would sabotage our work and doom us all. They deserve to have their responsibilities clarified, their structure streamlined, their ranks strengthened, and to be fully unleashed upon those who would defy the Mandate.

Q: In their economic struggles are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?
A: The Provisionary is one of the institutions most devoted to the Mandate and its righteous mission. They of all people understand the magnitude of the task humanity faces, and the necessity of the Committee. SEED have forgotten the forest for the trees, and forsaken principle in favor of a base survival which will in the end destroy the Mandate itself.

Q: The CDSU has painstakingly worked on restoring the ansible, what of it?
A: The Ansible is a critical part of The Future and the fulfillment of the Mandate. We must totally restore it and forge a unified solar identity from the squabbling tribes of the Anarchy.

Q: Advanced Genetic Engineering has been losttech since the the Anarchy. It was once restricted to the highest echelons, but its expected return over the next several decades has reignited debate on its role in society.
A: Humanity are the Exalted, and it is our birthright to advance beyond pesky biological limitations and entropy alike. Genetic Engineering should be made fully available and used to the fullest for the benefit of humanity.

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? You may not be selected but this lets us know your interests.
[X] No

 

[F33dBaCK_PLs]

PERSONNEL ASSESSMENT REPORT​

NAME: Alexander Izgoyev

AGE: 32

RANK: Diagnostic-Colonel

LOCATION: Memory of Diunity, TITAN

SERVICE: Diagnostics Service

RELIGION: Host of the Interior Gods

• Assessor's Note: Appears to be losing his faith. Visibly withdrawn and uncomfortable when discussing the religion, even in the presence of Host members.

ARCHETYPE: Disaffected Cynic, Moral Coward

DISPOSITION: Intuition, Motivation, Erudition

• Assessor's Note: Though his knowledge of advanced scientific skills leave much to be desired, he has demonstrated an affinity towards chaotic circumstances, being able to intervene during moments of crisis in research development.

BIOGRAPHY:
"THIS COCOON IS COLD. AS A CHILD, I HAD OFT HEARD TALE THAT IT SHIELDS THE SPIRIT MADE MANIFEST IN FLESH FROM THE DARK. AND SO, I CLAD MYSELF IN THIS ARMOR AND SEARCH FOR THAT WHICH WARMS ME."

(or so you tell yourself.)​

It's hard to miss Alexander Izgoyev. In a room of suited bureaucrats, uniformed officers, and labcoated scientists, one would need to make an effort to ignore the person in a full suit of armor. Some ten years ago, when his colleagues first encountered him, perhaps they might have expressed their surprise aloud, when the young Izgoyev was unceremoniously dropped in unannounced in front of their offices with orders from above to place him into work, without any detail as to what work might be. Yes, he would have attracted much attention. But since then, he had found a role for himself in the research offices of the Diagnostics Service, and has integrated himself well enough into the work, in spite of the odd situation surrounding his first days.

But the armor or the strange circumstances of his entry are not the strangest things about him. Those who are familiar with the odd Inner Host collaborator are no stranger to their strange attachment to their armor. Veterans of the Diagnostic bureaucracy know all too well the chaotic and unorganized process of transferring staff from other areas.

No, the strangest thing is that nobody around has ever heard the man speak.

"I HAVE SOUGHT YOU AND YOUR LIGHT, BUT I HEAR YOU NO LONGER. HAS MY TONGUE OFFENDED YOU SO? THAT YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN MY NAME?"

(you know what you have done.)​

There's numerous theories that the other Diagnostics have thought of to explain why he instead uses a keyboard device on his arm to communicate. One popular theory is that his suit is an older model, and that he experienced an accident with it that removed his ability to speak. Another is that he's part of a very religious sect and has taken an oath of silence to the Interior God. The wildest one so far is that the real Alexander Izgoyev is dead, and the person inside the suit has stolen his identity.

None of them are true, of course, being the product of imagination and not real fact, but Alexander has yet to dispel these rumors, out of a reluctance to speak of his past. He dodges questions of his origins, always saying that he was born 'out there' on Titan where records aren't kept. When others notice that he is the first in the room to flinch at the sight of those from the Armed Service, Izgoyev is once again tight-lipped.

Yet despite these questions, one thing can be agreed about Izgoyev. It is that he is a sad creature. Every slow move he makes is measured, deliberate, calculated, as if each action is a negotiated compromise with his conscience. They do not know the reason why he is like this, nor are they paid to care enough to investigate. And so, do they carry on their work, musing on the possible reasons in their break-time, never passing him a second glance.
"IT IS SO COLD."

(and yet, do you not think you deserve this?)​

He walks through the world as the shameful lines of his own creation stare at him. Try as he might to drown them out, he still hears their venomous words, and only hang his head low as he remembers the past. The smell of warm blood in the air, the taste of bile rising in his mouth, and the unending feeling of guilt that he has felt ever since. All a reminder of just how much he misses those he left behind. With his own two hands, he does things for a cause he knows to be evil. He doesn't know what exactly it is that he prays to anymore, but he still prays that one day he might be able to do something good.

The light in his eyes, the fire that shone so brightly all those years ago, has dimmed. Once, he may have chafed at the idea of betraying his own conscience. He made the hardest decision of his life to protect it. But now, as a direct result of that choice, he knows he is but another Host collaborator - a sycophant for a superior who probably doesn't even know his name. For the crime of daring to dream, he now lives a nightmare. Gone are those distant visions of justice, that urge to recklessly speak out against that which he cannot impact. They have been burnt away. And all that remains is Alexander.

He's changed.
"FOR THE BETTER."

(for the worse.)​

Alexander looks out a window. He sighs. That opportunity for good will likely never arrive. At least not for him. And so, in resignation, he retreats once more to his work to distract himself from the pain eating away at him inside.

"O, CREATOR, I ASK YOU. CAN THIS CHILD STILL BE SAVED?"​

Spoiler: Starting Forces

Total:

• 2x Guards Assault Brigade (72 pts)
• 4x Regimental Combat Team (48 pts)
• 6x Occupation Security Division (24 pts)

Organized as:

• 9th Independent Guards-Infantry Division
  • 1x Guards Assault Brigade
  • 2x Regimental Combat Team
  • 1x Occupation Security Division
• 15th Independent Guards-Infantry Division
  • 1x Guards Assault Brigade
  • 1x Regimental Combat Team
  • 3x Occupation Security Division
• 219th Light Infantry Regiment
  • 1x Regimental Combat Team
  • 2x Occupation Security Division

Spoiler: Politics

What is the future of Faith in the Regime?
"WHAT SERVE THE CREATOR IF MANKIND FORCES HER INTO THEIR OWN AFFAIRS? WHAT GIVE MAN REASON TO IMPROVE IF THEY DECLARE THEMSELVES TO BE WHOLE WITH THE CREATOR, OR ENTIRELY IN OPPOSITION? INVOLVEMENT OF THE CREATOR-GOD IN THIS MANNER DEBASES BOTH HER AND HUMANITY."

What is the greatest threat to Humanity?
"IN TIMES LIKE THESE, WHERE SO MANY HAVE KNOWN TRIAL, SUFFERING AND PAIN, THOSE WHO HOLD NO COMPASSION IN THEIR SOUL PREVENT HUMANITY FROM REACHING THE CREATOR AS ONE. THOSE WHO CARRY BOTH ARMS IN THEIR HANDS AND VIOLENCE IN THEIR HEARTS ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED."

(we know it on good authority.)​

What is your opinion on other Host collaborators?
"THEIR PERSONAL SACRIFICE IS COMMENDABLE, AND THEY SEEK ONLY TO DO MAKE A BRIGHTER FUTURE FOR ALL HUMANITY, BY CASTING ASIDE THE HATRED THAT CONSUMED US LONG AGO AND BUILDING ANEW."

(you can't bring yourself to hate them, because you know you are just as bad as they are.)​

What is the fate of those who are sympathetic to Democracy? Of those who support the Regime?
"ONE MUST HOLD MERCY, COMPASSION, UNDERSTANDING AND LOVE IN THEIR HEART FOR ALL THOSE WHO WISH A BETTER FUTURE. I ACT NOT IN HATRED OF OTHERS, BUT OUT OF LOVE FOR THE CREATOR-GOD AND HER CHILDREN."

What ought to be done about inequalities in the regime?

(you know very well what is to be done. but you are far too weak to do something about it.)​

In their economic squabbles, are you more sympathetic to the Provisionary or SEED?

(o, creator, witness amongst us those who weigh gold above brothers! shall you not deliver your children from those who have made alien your spirit in their bodies? cleanse in fire those who care not for your return, those who so callously regard your sacrifice as but a mere tithe, those who may only be regarded as f...th, and return once more huma...ty to-)​

"I SUPPOSE I MAY BE INCLINED TO THE PROVISIONARY, IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ONE OVER THE OTHER. HOWEVER, I DO NOT FEEL I HAVE ANY ADDITIONAL SENTIMENTS ON THAT PARTICULAR SUBJECT. NONE, AT LEAST, THAT ARE PRODUCTIVE. LET'S MOVE ON, SHALL WE?"

What should be done with the Pentagov system?
"I HAVE NO STRONG FEELINGS. IT'S A SYSTEM THAT HAS WORKED FOR THE HAPPINESS OF MANY."

(liar.)​

Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? [_] Yes [X] No
Are you sure? [X] Yes [_] No
Are you tired of feeling guilty? [_] Yes [X] No, the guilt helps me remember them
Sigh. Let's try again. [_] What? [_] This is... [_] Stop. [X] ...
Do you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror? [X] Yes [_] No
Doesn't that sick feeling in your stomach hurt? [X] Yes [_] No
Do you actually trust all these godless fucks not to stab you in the back if it was your life on the line? [_] Yes [_] No [X] Uncertain
Are you Interested in freeing yourself? [X] Yes [_] No
Are you Interested in being a part of the Inciting Coup? [X] Yes [_] No

 

[<o>U<o>]

Iwai Kuro
Age: 68
Pronouns/Gender: He/him
Rank and Service: Provost Commandant of Ganymede
Starting Location: Speartower
Religion: Agnostic
Archetype: Jovian Junker, Red Ledger
Disposition: Intuition (1), Erudition (2), Motivation (3)
Biography: When Kuro sleeps, he remembers Roem. Those heady days, when his blood pumped and his muscles strained. The waning twilight, of death and debilitation. That destruction, grand and total - a perfect picture of victory. Pacifists damn his thoughts, in all their "barbarity," but the Commandant champions what others could never admit: Roem was the start.

Returning to Ganymede, he knew this. The honor his class accrued was martial, whatever pomp came alongside it. Years of rank climbing did little to disguise this fact - prestige meant performance, and performance meant Roem. But slaver as he might, Kuro was bitterly disappointed with his opportunities.

Winter passed like an errant breeze. Titan folded before the gods. Triton barely registered. These foes were vermin to be rooted out, but somebody always stayed the jovian's hand. Some brigader, general, lieutenant general...

...but zealotry attracts promotion above all else. And come XX42, Colonel General Iwai Kuro was called to Earth. Before him laid nationalists, zealots - willful traitors all. Who would mourn them or claim their importance in some political scheme? Nobody.
The pale horse would trample those fools without objection, and Roem might find companionship.
-
The scars Kuro left were nothing. The Provisionaries made sure of that. Their simpering cowardice, so pervasive and damnable, kept Earth cocooned in rebellion. Iwai was recalled, with naught but scores of dead to show for it - replaced by some handpicked humanitarian, just in time for S-Day.

CID could not punish a Jovian for fighting the Committee's enemies, but they would hamstring him. Back to Ganymede Iwai went, so far from Luna's enemies. So, so far from his duty, his purpose. They appointed him Provost Commandant, and why? As a sick joke?

It cannot stand - it will not stand. Kuro shall make sure of that.
Puschist?: Yes

Spoiler: Politics

Consuls: six cowards and a timid fool, to be replaced by men of will. (Presidentia)
Democracy: ideology of the dead and dying, as it should be. (Merciless)
Economics: Sol's pulse - humanity's survival, not its luxury. (Ideological)
Faith: useful tool. (Aloof)
Technology: state's responsibility; a necessary harness. (Technocrat)
Regional Identities: ghouls to be put down. (Relegationist)
Inequality: a sad reality, when there should be only traitors and loyalists. (Aloof)
Earth: just another planet. (Exodite/Negative)
The Mandate: perfect in spirit. Keep the Vesuvians away from it. (Divinist)
Pentagov: failed by incompetents. (Fifthist)
Provosts: self-important extensions of the military. (Structuralist)
Threats to Humanity: democrats, nationalists, intellectuals, groundlings, mungers - everyone the regime is too impotent to address. (EVERYBODY)
Unity Police: wreckers who need humbling. (Skeptic)
SEED or Provisionaries?: SEED, which understands what Provisionaries cannot fathom. (SEED)
Ansible: let us see. (Aloof)
Genetic Engineering: path to the perfect soldiers. (Prefectionist)

Spoiler: Command

In his house at Speartower, Dread Kuro waits dreaming, of Roem and Fire.
Speartower "Judgement" Corps
- Officer (Free)
- Logistics (Free)
- I-III Speartower Infantry Teams (36 points)
- I Speartower Assault Brigade (36 points)

Glamorgan "Conquest" Corps
- Officer (Free)
- Logistics (Free)
- IV-VI Glamorgan Infantry Teams (36 points)
- II Glamorgan Assault Brigade (36 points)

 

[Awetduck]

Name: Viscount Otto VanKarl
Age: 67
Pronouns: He/Him
Motivation/Intuition/Erudition
Rank and Service: Provost Colonel General of Venesian Southeast Hemisphere, Astarte, Ishtar, Ruda.
Religion: Agnostic

Elevated Technocrat
Technology leapt forward during the Anarchy - Military technology anyway. You know every technical readout by heart and extol them like an apostle. You may have even contributed to these programs - or gotten your hands into the grand prestige reconstruction programs. Maybe you've done just enough to convince yourself the next generation of small arms will somehow lead to real change.

Venusian Viscount
You believe in Utopia, somehow. From your Aeropoli on Venus, you are part of a rising faction of reformists within the CDSU, ideologically inclined to it as the greatest project of humankind. The Mandate of Luna is more than a document, it is a duty, and the order it instilled in Sol is the greatest masterpiece of man since fire. Those Jovian Conservatives are a drag on the uniform. [GM note: your character can have Viscount sympathies and beliefs without this trait. This Archetype symbolizes that being a Viscount is a major part of your character's identity.]

Spoiler: BIO

Born and raised at the Venera-F Side Station at Venus's Limaye Orbital in the days just after the Venusian Retreat, Otto grew up at his fathers elbow salvaging dying aeropoli to keep the orbitals and still habitable aeropoli stable. Bouncing up and down Venus's gravity well left him far better developed than those who only ever feel the artificial gravity of the sides. He was 11 when Kapehorn was incinerated from orbit, and from that moment forward the relatively banal horror of the fall of Venus took a backstage to ensuring no orbital bombardment ever befell the Aeropoli he loved so well. He joined the CDSUN Junior-Outrider program at 12 serving as Jumpmasters Apprentice on the T.S. Slantis just missed the timing to make LC-7 and transferred to the Luna naval aerospace cadet corp with enough shuttle hours logged to his name to qualify him for a lieutenant (junior grade) voucher just in time to watch Titan die. At 18 his cadre faced an accelerated graduation and were rushed to shipboard training. The class directly ahead of him participated in the Fall of Roem but he was destined for a real battle.
The Republic of First Winter was the closest thing to a peer power the CDSU had faced in decades and Otto's first commission put him in the FTL seat of an Outrider Jumpship babysitting micro-jumps and coordinating with flight officers from two dozen outriders. His ability to coordinate other junior officers and provide logistical support to a squadron of outriders was noticed enough to pull him into a Flag Logistics Officers slot in the 5th Mars Battlegroup attached to the flag ship coordinating with the logistics train. It would be his first and last duty station on board a battleship with the next few years seeing him tied to delivering mirror parts to the Parvasol network while more ambitious officers gained seats in SEED or established the fleet elements over Ozymandias. His first command would come during the First Titanomachy, this time in a captain's seat of the jumpship of an Outrider group. His ability to salvage parts and willingness to scuttle one outrider to keep three more operational beyond the scope of his logistics train allowed him to outmaneuver pirate and titanic elements in the ring. He was court martialed six times in seven years for loss of ships or assets with the worst punishment being a reprimand and delay of promotion.
His promotion to Lieutenant-Commander would happen just in time for him to be seconded to the Venusian Initiative where his distaste for jovian pirates and homegrown love of aeropoli pushed him directly into the arms of the nascent Viscount movement. Its easy to love the CDSU when they are funneling money into your home, and it continues to be easy when for the first time in history, four years later, no one in Sol is going hungry. For several happy years he was semi-retired into the reserves, serving as Provost Major of V15 between Cliodhna and Astarte.
He was called back to active service at the start of the Second Titanomachy and fired a ship's guns in anger for the first time at the age of 44 from the CDSUNS Destroyer Halbard as part of Battlegroup Lancer. His nine years in the battlegroup coincided with his growing addiction to 51ick, however once again his success in the field allowed him to operate far past what his logistics remit would suggest by essentially pillaging parts from the pirates he was fighting. He crew would even give him a jaunty hat and his nickname The Buccaneer, joking that he'd try to win prize money off the admiralty for their captured prizes. With the final defeat of Eden Rollo many recalled officers were returned to the reserves and he happily accepted a grade bump with his second retirement, taking the mantle of Provost General of Astarte and the operational directive to build as many outriders with as little resources as possible. For 20 years he's maintained the park-like splendor of his city in the clouds and hungered to produce exploration ships with superior Icosospatial skip drives and power supply to chart a course beyond Sol.
Otto is a dedicated consensus builder and talent scout, he likes to meet people half-way before they know they need to be met. A behavior which has seen him and his squadrons show up uninvited to some less than savory transactions stepping on the toes of his betters. He'd probably be Provost Marshal of Venus with a little more circumspection and a little less intervention. Instead he will probably never be promoted beyond Provost Colonel General of the Venesian Southeast hemisphere.
He jokes that he'd be better as a minor functionary of the Diagnostics service working on iterations of the OLGAS drive or coordinating resources in the Provisionary Service. Mostly to dedicated professionals of those Pentagov branches.

Spoiler: Forces

Astarte Defense Force
Mobile Orbital Battery - 0GP, 30NP, 1VP
Guards Assault Brigade - 36 GP, 2 VP
Regimental Combat Team - 12GP
Officer 6IP
Logistics element 10IP

Ishtar Defense Force
Mobile Orbital Battery - 0GP, 30NP, 1VP
Regimental Combat Team - 12GP
3x Occupation Security Division - 4GP
Officer 6IP
Logistics element 10IP

Ruda Defense Force
Officer 6IP
Logistics element 10IP
3x Occupation Security Division - 4GP