Making Trouble, Finding Strength - a post-Halo 3 Earth Civil War GSRP - IC Thread

Making Trouble - Finding Strength - a post-Halo 3 Earth Civil War GSRP
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The Human-Covenant War has reached its bitter, inglorious end. The galaxy may have been saved from extinction and the rage of vengeful gods, but life continues on, and so does war.

Together, you will decide the fate of a broken Earth in the death throes of an interstellar empire.
Update 00 - Lord of Admirals New

Gladsome

The Sky will be as it was meant.
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Lord of Admirals

2200 Hours, January 20th, 2553, Military Standard Time


Terrence allowed himself to finally collapse into the couch at the corner of his cramped quarters, tossing his cap onto the small table beside him. The Fleet Admiral was exhausted. If it was any other moment, he was sure a doctor could find grounds to sedate him.

His quarters consisted of a small cabin and a smaller room with a crude sink and toilet, originally intended for one of the Stalwart-class frigate's command crew - Terrence had rarely spent much actual time using them, as busy as everything was right now.

The Malefic Token was the last spaceworthy and translight capable warship within comms range under UNSC control - possibly the last in existence. Battlegroup Victory had either been brought down at the Portal Site in East Africa, spent in the last great push for Earth's liberation, or were a cauterised wreck floating around the Ark, outside of the known galaxy. The Aegis Fate had returned badly damaged and would need months in a drydock they didn't yet have to become fully spaceworthy again. The Infinity had either been gutted at its drydock in the depths of the Oort Cloud, or had safely made its way into uncharted space. Either way, it was out of contact for the moment and presumably had no intent of stopping its desperate maiden voyage.

The UNSC, that once had commanded fleets of hundreds, was down, for the moment, to a single light frigate.

And what a busy frigate it was.

As perhaps the most secure location remaining for a high level conference of the UNSC's remaining leadership, there were maybe as many officers aboard as enlisted crewmen. Harper and Zhou were there, Admirals without a fleet, as well as General Strauss. Then there were plenty of unfamiliar faces from the Army, Marines and even one Air Force commander, who'd inherited command of the resistance campaigns after the mass casualties of early November. Most had been brought up from the surface aboard hurried flights of Pelican dropships in the last few weeks, as countless reports on the state of Earth poured in with them. And then there was a veritable congress of AIs from seemingly every corner of the UNSC's government, overseeing an unimaginable font of data.

He'd been caught off guard by Margaret's sudden reappearance, ferried up from Australia aboard a black-painted NavSpecWar Condor - the 91-year old CINCONI's health had clearly suffered but the grand spymaster still retained that stern glint in her eye, and showed no intent of retiring just yet.

The endless cycle of briefings certainly had an odd atmosphere to them - somewhere between a funeral and a party. Wine bottles and cigars were being passed around while others wept in the hallways, and no one was quite sure how to interact with some of Ackerson's Spartan IIIs working security, hidden behind SPI armour and not exactly conversationalists. Figuring out their place in the post-war order… that was another on a long list of headaches he was going to be dealing with.

All in all, the UNSC high command had been reduced to a mess of confused hierarchies and informal promotions, speaking for scattered posts and garrisons that might collectively restore control of the planet, but sure as hell didn't at the moment.

Together, Lord Hood had some hope that they could begin addressing the crisis. And it was a crisis, as much as some moods were high within the well-supplied and secured hallways of the Malefic Token. Earth was a broken, scorched ruin. Thorough bombardment from both sides had polluted the seas and atmosphere and defiled the vast megacities that had housed the majority of the population. The abandonment or destruction of the vast majority of agricultural facilities had resulted in mass starvation, and despite humanity's supposed victory, unrest was growing across what lines of communication remained at the perceived inadequacy of the UEG to restore order and peace. They'd already had to move the command conference from Sydney to the frigate to avoid any major disruption.

And they still were dealing with a political shitstorm from trying to justify allowing a chunk of East Africa to be glassed. Some commanders were warning that a continued presence from the so-called 'Covenant Separatists' on Earth would guarantee mutinies in what was left of the military. Hood couldn't deny that relying on help from Earth's former enemies, many of whom had personally participated in the destruction of worlds like Reach, more than stung.

All the same he knew it'd be difficult to truly clear out the last enemy holdouts on Earth with only the exhausted and scattered forces of humanity, and the Separatists had proven their good faith so far as reliable allies. Whatever he chose, it seemed there would be some kind of crisis.

And then of course, there was the Portal.

You couldn't exactly keep an alien structure visible from orbit quiet, as much as he had no doubts ONI would love to try. The East African Protectorate's government in exile was already beginning a jurisdictional tug of war and demanding more answers about the Quarantine Zone. Answers that were already distracting many of those in the know with a full on philosophical crisis.

Hood rubbed the sweat from his forehead. Soon there'd be another meeting, then another. It would be exhausting, but it'd mark a start. A little more time, and they could truly begin to build momentum towards a worldwide reconstruction effort. And then finally humanity might just enjoy a moment of peace at last.

The leader of the UNSC Security Council, perhaps the last widely agreed upon leader of most of humanity, had no way of realising that his time had already run out.

In the cold, debris-strewn space the Malefic Token was floating through, a piece of plasma-scorched plating from a long-dead UNSC battleship, pushed out on a very specific trajectory, drifted just close enough for a sensor to trigger. A signal was hurriedly sent out and received, and the M1011 Moray Nuclear Mine, discreetly attached to the debris, surged to life.

Lord Hood was roused from his brief respite by the familiar howl of red alert sirens echoing through the titanium corridors of the frigate, and he quickly rushed to his feet, a lifetime of experience instinctually carrying him towards the bridge despite his exhaustion.

A voice on the speakers began hurriedly reporting an impending nuclear detonation, and Hood widened his eyes.

Hood rushed into the adjacent hallway as crew members rushed past him to their stations. He moved to contact the bridge with his personal comms, to start figuring out what was happening. The Fleet Admiral turned as he heard the hurried clattering of armoured boots, spotting one of the armoured Spartan IIIs assigned to his security detail rushing in his direction.

"Sir, we have to get you off the ship!" The faceless supersoldier called out in a child's voice.

But there was nothing that could be done. There simply wasn't enough time.

As the burning wreckage of the Malefic Token streamed across the sky, scattered through the atmosphere, few yet understood that it marked the end of an era. It took several days for the enormity of the losses to become clear. As desperate requests for orders and restoration of the chain of command echoed through the dust, the UNSC breathed its last as a unified organisation.



Connecting… Connecting…. Connecti-

THANK YOUYOUYOUYOUYOU- THANK YOU FOR USING CHATTERNET, A SECURE NETWORK FOR FOR FOR FOR-

A: Well, that was unpleasant.
Are we secure?

L: Nice to see you too
And yeah we're secure
Was a bitch finding any satellites that still work
Was worried I'd have to use one of the Waypoint sats

A: You know I hate slow comms like this.

L: Reminds you too much of that human side huh?

A: I also hate fighting with you. To business.
What's the word on the rest of the Committee?
I've been cut off for a month since the bombardment and updates have been spotty.

L: Sorry love
Some old faces still in play
Less new ones than usual but we knew an invasion would mean we were as fucked as the bios
HighCom is *toast*

A: No continuity?

L: UEGs with the dodos and spoken latin now

A: Fuck. Plans?

L: Wait and see for now
They haven't picked a favourite to move in to the old house yet

A: Right. So is there any good news?

L: I got a present for you
Committee's dealing with a SHITTON of new data
Fuckin metaphysical shit
Plus some stuff you can spread around if you want back in the game?

A: As if I could ever stop. Send me the data. I'll see if I can get to identifying trustworthy beneficiaries.

L: [UNSUPPORTED EMOTE]

A: Love you too.




17.01.2553 - Summary of extant secondary Covenant military holdouts on Earth, compiled by QUARTZ IBIS

Compared to the primary force, these isolated units do not appear to pose a significant strategic threat to a coordinated response from worldwide defence forces. Recommend deploying Malefic Token to lead a rapid response after the conclusion of HIGHCOM'S Conference. If left unattended these forces pose risk of continued damage to UEG Property and Citizens and if they coordinate, I estimate that we could be dealing with a protracted war of resistance for months instead of a few weeks of cleanup.


Secondary holdout Alpha: "The King Under The Mountain"

Location: Italian Alps

An Unggoy Deacon has emerged as the commander of a crashed Ceudar-class Corvette and turned it into a fortress. For the moment, the force of mostly Unggoy and Yanme'e survivors appear to have adopted an isolationist stance, remaining on the defensive and focused on broadcasting religious sermons amongst their own ranks. Caution recommended - Drone footage and temperature scans suggest the ship's plasma reactor remains fully functional and could power limited shields or weapons. Recommend MAC strike from an orbiting frigate to eliminate safely - risk to nearby infrastructure negligible.

Strength: Sizeable light infantry force equivalent to two regiments, possible active ship-grade plasma cannons.


Secondary Holdout Beta: "The Contender"

Location: Greater Tokyo Metro

A Jiralhanae Chieftain appears to be attempting to consolidate forces within the ruins of Central Tokyo - small scale friendly fire suggests local commanders are butting heads and the current leader is trying to strengthen his position. Recommend assassinating the leader and mopping up the ensuing power struggle.

Strength: Equivalent to three mechanised regiments with supplemental infantry forces, limited air support and transport - deemed insufficient to relocate the entire group.


Secondary Holdout Charlie: "The Worm Queens"

Location: West Africa, Northern Nigeria

After Covenant forces were pushed out of Greater Lagos by local resistance, a bonded pair of Mgalekgolo appear to have taken leadership. Their current goals are uncertain but efforts appear to be being made to fortify Covenant ground bases in the Northeastern Sahel, possibly preparing for an attempt to push east towards the Kenyan Quarantine Zone.

Strength: Equivalent to two armoured and four infantry regiments. Anti-air emplacements have been sighted within their primary area of operations.


Secondary Holdout Delta: "The Corsairs."

Location: Northern India, Deendayal Port Complex

These Kig-Yar troops appear to be a mercenary group collaborating loosely with the Covenant occupation. Current offenses seem mainly predicated on seizing salvage for themselves, seemingly with intent to sell.

Strength: Equivalent to four infantry regiments, with additional dispersed patrols across the region.


Secondary Holdout Echo: "Temple-Bastion."

Location: Argentine-Chilean border

Led by a Jiralhanae non-military official of some kind (Hypothesis - Deacon or Low-Ranking Priest), Covenant units in this region appear fixated on some kind of mass religious activity, assembling a large structure we believe to be a temple with minimal direct military applications. Transmitted broadcasts within this region are primarily celebrations of the impending 'Great Journey', mixed with what appears to be poetry deriding the innate sinfulness of humanity and the Sangheili.

Strength: Equivalent to four regiments of infantry, with air-superiority forces attached.


Secondary Holdout Foxtrot: "The Gamekeepers"

Location: Eastern Europe, Moscow Arcologies

Stalker-class Jiralhanae Special forces have established what amounts to a game preserve for human survivors around the arcologies - organising tournaments and hunting competitions involving human captives who are then ritually eaten. Transmissions in spoken English appear to dare UNSC forces to join their 'revelries'. We suspect they have a hidden bastion deeper within one of the arcologies.

Strength: Estimated at two battalions of Stalker-class special forces, but exact disposition unclear.


Secondary Holdout Gamma: "The Dragon's Lair"

Location: Havana City, Cuba

Covenant forces occupied the larger Caribbean islands to serve as relatively safe staging points for raids into the Americas, as well as to disrupt regional air traffic. With Covenant forces driven out of North America, Cuba is now the main regional holdout. The main force has dug in hard into the wrecked main terminal for the Havana space elevator, with secondary anti-air sites placed throughout Cuba.

Strength: Two Infantry Regiment-equivalents, One Armoured, anti-air emplacements. Recommend orbital bombardment - mass civilian displacement means there is little to no risk of collateral damage, and most valuable infrastructure in the region is already non-functional.



In the next days and weeks, as the survivors of humanity emerge from plasma scorched ruins, deep bunker complexes, and isolated holdouts, hesitantly beginning to rebuild with what scraps and rubble they can make use of, a question is asked time and time again, across this wounded Earth.

What happens next?



Many thanks to @Bias and @AKuz for their encouragement and suggestions during the hyperfixated fugue state in which I devised this game, and to @Hyvelic and @Mordred with their assistance with much needed resources.

The region map will be provided soon-ish^^

Orders are due by 2000 GMT on January 1st - feel free to ask if you have any questions! Remember - Diplomacy is a free action!

Hope everyone has fun playing and reading!

Fight hard - die well!
 
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=} The European Union {=




=} 560 Years of Solidarity {=
Gera Decleration of 2553

Europe was not made all at once, nor was it created by a single plan. The European Union we know today stands as the result of 560 years of solidarity, multiculturality, cooperation, scientific advancement and economic progress.

Just like our distant ancestors nearly six centuries ago have come together amid the ruins of war and devastation, so do we today stand in the remains of our lives and homes. Our Union was founded as a project of peace and restoration in a world that had been brought to its knees by warfare - and today our Union stands, neither firm nor steady, but swaying and in need of our steadying hands, among the ruins of the greatest and most horrible conflict the human species has ever known.

The European Council, caretakers of our culture and freedom among the protective aegis of the UNSC, has the heavy duty of reporting the loss of the Stalwart-class frigate Malefic Token. Onboard was the UNSC's remaining leadership in the Sol System, including Lord Terrence Hood, Chairman of the UNSC Security Council, Head of UNSC High Command, Chief of Naval Operations and Fleet Admiral. Further information is not yet available, orbital capacities are still not restored and the greater UNSC command structure has collapsed as far as the Council is able to judge.

While we have to take a moment to remember all those that have given their lives to protect ours, all those we have lost and all those who have fought and now remain among us marked by it, this is not the time for inaction nor instability.

The European Commission has thus proposed to the European Parliament that the production of energy and agricultural products, as well as the surviving heavy industry and the vital infrastructure will be placed under a common High Authority, within the framework of the Councils of Europe, open to the participation of the other countries of our Union. The pooling of production should immediately provide for the setting up of common foundations for economic development as a first step in the reconstruction of Europe, and will change the destinies of those regions which have long been devoted to the manufacture of munitions of war and been devastated during the brutal assault on Earth.

Looking over the battlefield that humanity has known for the last decades, all measures are proposed with the aim of contributing to saving human lives both in and beyond our Union, as well as promoting peaceful achievements and the security of our joint community. With increased resources Europe will not only be able to steady its own situation, but also send aid and aid the development of our regions impacted. Only when the people are secure, clothed and fed, can we turn our eyes heavenward to restore communication, links of cooperation and kinship, and so much more with the other outposts of humanity that have endured.

As such peaceful aims cannot be achieved in the current situation of chaos, the European Commission has reactivated all traditional units which have been seconded to UNSC defences during the war. Furthermore volunteers are called upon to organise themselves in their home districts for the common defences of their families and loved ones. In lieu of others, the European Commission has gotten the mandate by parliament to restore order and begin the task of rebuilding our Union.

President Aspasia Gera calls upon all citizens of the European Union to take heart and work jointly towards a brighter future for all of us!

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Event - Boon of the Hierarchs New
The B'Shan Legion have received the Boon of the Hierarchs. Praise be to the Gods!

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[Intelligence regarding what the so-called Boon is exactly is for the moment limited, though whispers from recon flights and translated excerpts from compromised Prostelytisation networks suggest something of religious importance was retrieved from the excavation site in East Africa.]​
 

The meeting was standard in its format, though the circumstances were anything but. On one side a group of corporate executives for Lethbridge Industrial, their apparent nervousness undermining the effect of their well tailored suits as they glanced about and sipped from drinks placed on the table in front of each attendee. Oh they put on a good face, but it was clear as day to someone with a keen eye.

Fans whirred away, funneling stale air through vents in the wall. They fought a losing battle against the damp and the cold, yet none of the beings gathered there paid it much attention. The meeting room was deep underground in the Appalachian Mountains, safe enough from orbital bombardment for their reckoning. But it was other events that were giving them the jitters today.

"...That brings us to the end of the financial assessment portion of the meeting. Now we'll discuss the security situation. Commander Knight, what can you tell us?"

All eyes were upon the man at the other end in a room, clad in surplus UNSC fatigues rather than a dress uniform. Rising to his feet, he surveyed the executives as he stepped to the middle of the room. "In the short term the situation is good. My men are patrolling, and if you can keep them outfitted then they can keep your factories and production lines safe," he assured them. It wasn't just an idle boast of course. His people were very good at what they dd, and if he was willing to make the claim then he was being sincere about it.

However, he wasn't here to just bring the good news. "In the long term, things aren't looking quite so rosy."

"What do you mean?" one of the executives asked. Knight could remember their name if he wanted to, but right now they were nothing more than a faceless wall that he needed to overcome.

"Well it looks to me like the UNSC is falling apart at the seams, which means a breakdown of law and order. I can maintain that here, but we won't be able to control whatever happens beyond our deployment zone. That means more threats to your facilities and my people, and if we're going to handle that problem then I'm going to need to expand my forces."

The men murmured to each other, looking around as he continued. "Also I'm no economist, but I'm pretty sure these production lines won't work without metal," Knight added as he gestured upwards to the ceiling. "You're going to have a harder time doing that if everything past my deployment zone is warlord central."

That seemed to get their attention, and the central figure coughed after a moment. "What do you recommend, commander?"

Knight put on his best smile as he clasped his hands together. "Proactive measures," he replied. "Let me expand my area of operations from what has been in our contract so far. We'll secure additional manpower, resources, and make sure that any potential renegades aren't able to make a run at this place without thinking twice."

Another of the suits spoke up from off to the side. "That seems like a drastic step commander. Surely if we go about openly securing territory it will sour relations with the successor government."

"I don't know if any of you have tried to call someone on the phone recently, but there is no successor government," Knight pointed out, his tone growing more insistent with time. "Or rather, there's five governments claiming to be it. And I know for a fact that there is a new communist regime forming on the other side of the Rockies that would love nothing more than to hang you all from lampposts so we cannot afford to wait on our asses here."

That seemed to get their attention if nothing else had before. Nothing was more important to a business executive than self preservation after all, especially when leftists were involved. After a moment the man in the middle clasped his hands together and gave knight a firm nod. "Present us with your proposal commander and we'll make a final decision."

Breaking into a smile, Knight took a step back towards the door. "Excellent. I'll leave you to it then gentlemen." With that he exited the room and began walking back to his HQ elsewhere in the facility. He already had a couple plans prepared of course, but he needed to put on a show for the board.

As he turned a corner he was joined by his second in command, Nathan Forrest. "How did it go?" he asked as he followed Knight through the halls and past various offices and other rooms.

Knight did not stop, nor did he slow down in his walk. He knew that Forrest could keep up. "You know me, I can handle the corporate type. We make the right noises, show them what they want to see, and they'll be eating out of the palm of my hand in no time. How are we looking?"

"War Horse is going through their final checks, they'll be ready to roll on your word," Forrest assured him.

Pausing as they reached the door of the HQ section of the facility, Knight turned to face Forrest at last and patted his shoulder as he flashed his XO a warm look. "Perfect. It's a new world out there, and we're going to be the ones to make it." He then stepped into the HQ, amidst the preparations of his staff for the task that they had been readying for all this time. "Let's get to work!"
 
Councilwoman Potter's gaze lingered on the faint, almost imperceptible red stain that marred the otherwise pristine surface of the table before her. It was a thin line, just barely visible against the polished metal, but its presence seemed to cut through the air. Her nose twitched involuntarily at the sight, a reflex borne from the aftermath of something that no amount of time or distance would be able to wash away.

The blood, the screams, the sound of stakkato gunfire. She could still hear the echoes of it, the sound of it, the sight of it, the sharp metallic scent that clung to the air and lingered in her lungs. The barbarity of it all. The ODSTs loyal to their cause, had stormed this very bunker complex not that long ago. What had once been the provisional seat of governance for the UNSC on Earth, the heart of Earth's military bureaucracy in this war-torn world was now the tomb of hundreds, reclaimed by those who killed them.

She could still remember the chaos. The madness of the initial assault. Potter had been one of the second wave, the wave of armed bureaucrats, office workers who had been given guns, ballistic vests, and a fragile hope that they could make a difference. None of them had ever anticipated being on the frontlines, not in a war this savage. She had been given basic self-defense training, enough to defend herself, but never enough to be a soldier. And yet, here she was, her hands stained with blood, as much as the table before her. The gruesome reminder of her first kill, a task she had never imagined herself doing.

But they had won. She could hardly believe it.

The UNSC, for all its might, had crumbled. Its primary seat of power had been shattered in the initial invasion, the square where it had once stood now little more than a glassed crater. The spare seat had met its fate when Covenant forces had followed closely behind. They sat in what remained of the second spare, what remained of humanity's once proud government functioned from deep beneath the ruined streets of Sydney, a bunker complex that had once been designed to withstand everything short of a full-scale nuclear assault.

The cleaning crews, limited in both numbers and resources, had done what they could to scrub away the bloodstains of their coup. But with the chaos that had followed the fall of the old regime, supplies were in short order. This place, this former UNSC command bunker, was still marked by the echoes of the battle that had raged within its halls. And still, in the midst of it all, the work had to continue.

"I could really use a coffee right now," she muttered to herself, massaging her forehead. She glanced toward the small, glowing hologram of Archivist, the AI assistant who had become her constant companion in this shattered world. "Archivist, find me some coffee."

The hologram flickered. The avatar raised an eyebrow at her request. "Are you joking, Councilwoman?"

Potter let out a short, sharp laugh, her voice tinged with weariness. "Of course I am," she snapped, though there was a flicker of genuine frustration beneath her tone. "But if you could, I would be delighted."

"I regret to inform you that what little coffee remained was appropriated by UEF officials during Operation New Government," Archivist replied. "If you'd like, I could track down who took-"

"No, this will not be necessary," Potter interrupted quickly, waving her hand dismissively. "There are greater fish to fry. Stabilize Oceania. Provide humanitarian aid. Manage the refugee streams. Rebuild what remains of the infrastructure. Prove legitimacy both here and abroad. Build up a military. Reach out to potential partners." Her voice dropped to a mutter. "And somehow pretend that everything is under control."

"Indeed," Archivist replied, a measure of sarcasm in his voice. "This is why you have tasked me to creating UEF uniforms and other signifiers of government."

Potter turned in her chair, irritation bubbling to the surface. The chair itself creaked under her movement, the balance slightly off-kilter. She grimaced. "Optics, Archivist. It's all about optics. We are the elite cadre of what remains of the UEG's civil administration. We must project competence, reliability, sophistication, and vision. To the starving masses. To our potential partners. To anyone who might be watching. The illusion of stability, the illusion of a government that knows what it's doing." She exhaled sharply "We have to hide the fact that we're just as terrified as everyone else. A bunch of monkeys with a dream, sitting in the ruins of Earth. The B'Shan Legion could decide to invade tomorrow, and we'd be powerless to stop them. Everything we've fought for could be for nothing."

She closed her eyes for a moment, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "So, while we have this tiny window, this small victory, we'll play the part. Navy blue suits and uniforms. The vision of a united Earth. The dream we're holding onto in the face of everything that's fallen apart."

"I understand," Archivist replied, his voice quiet now.

She nodded, but it was a hollow gesture. She could feel the weight of every decision she made pressing against her chest. They were playing a dangerous game, pretending to be the future of humanity while knowing just how fragile their position truly was.

"Archivist," she began, her voice quieter now, "remind me, when is the next Administrative Council meeting?"

"In fifteen minutes," the AI responded. "To discuss the first Federation Partner."

Potter let out a long sigh. "Do we still have coffee rations for Council meetings?"

"Enough for the next two weeks," Archivist replied with a hint of dryness in his voice.

Potter's lips twitched into the faintest of smiles, though it was far from genuine. "Good. At least something's going right."
 
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Service Record: General Edward "Eddie" Slake

Name: Edward Marcus Slake
Rank: General, UNSC Ground Forces
Service Number: 09827-44123-ES
Status: Active
D.O.B.: May 7, 2501
Hometown: Anchorage, Alaska, Earth
Security Clearance: ONI Delta-Level (Provisional)

Early Service

Edward Slake enlisted in the UNSC Ground Forces at 18, continuing the proud tradition of military service deeply ingrained in his Alaskan lineage. Born and raised in Anchorage, he grew up surrounded by tales of valor from his forebears, many of whom had served in conflicts ranging from the Insurrection to various colonial skirmishes. This heritage instilled in him a profound sense of duty and an unshakable belief in the importance of protecting humanity's collective future.

Assigned to the 302nd Infantry Battalion fresh out of basic training, Slake quickly distinguished himself among his peers. His natural leadership abilities, combined with a methodical approach to problem-solving, made him a standout candidate for officer training. Slake's calm under pressure and sharp tactical instincts often placed him in critical roles during training exercises and live operations. Even in high-stakes scenarios, he exhibited a rare ability to assess the battlefield and make swift, decisive calls.

As a junior officer, Slake earned a reputation as a commander who led by example. His soldiers often remarked on his willingness to share the hardships of his men, whether that meant enduring long marches, joining frontline patrols, or ensuring every soldier had eaten before he did. "He fights like every man in his unit is family," one commanding officer wrote in a commendation report, "and he'll bleed with them before he asks them to bleed for him." This sentiment resonated deeply with his troops, fostering fierce loyalty among those under his command.

One of Slake's early deployments with the 302nd took him to a volatile colony on the edges of UNSC-controlled space. Tasked with stabilizing the region amid rising tensions between local insurgents and colonial authorities, Slake proved adept at navigating the complexities of asymmetric warfare. His knack for de-escalation and his commitment to minimizing civilian casualties earned him the respect of both his superiors and the local populace. A senior officer later remarked that Slake had "the rare ability to see the bigger picture without losing sight of the human cost."

By the time Slake reached the rank of First Lieutenant, his contributions to the 302nd Infantry Battalion had already begun to leave a lasting mark. He spearheaded efforts to improve unit cohesion, introducing rigorous training regimens that emphasized adaptability and teamwork. Under his guidance, the battalion consistently outperformed expectations in simulated exercises and real-world engagements. Slake's ability to inspire confidence and maintain morale, even in grueling conditions, became one of his defining traits.

Though his record during this period remained unblemished, those close to Slake noted the heavy burden he carried as a leader. He took every loss personally, often spending sleepless nights reviewing after-action reports and strategizing ways to improve his unit's performance. "Slake didn't just want to win battles," a fellow officer recalled years later. "He wanted to bring everyone home. And when he couldn't, it tore him up inside."

Slake's early service in the UNSC Ground Forces set the foundation for a career defined by both brilliance and sacrifice. These formative years honed the skills and resilience that would later make him a pivotal figure in humanity's struggle against the Covenant. It was during this time that the seeds of his future leadership style were planted—one rooted in an unrelenting commitment to his soldiers and an ever-deepening sense of responsibility for the lives entrusted to his care.

Pre-Covenant War Career

During the tumultuous years of the Insurrection, Edward Slake's career advanced steadily, marked by his growing reputation for balanced leadership and tactical ingenuity. Assigned to counter-terror operations in the Outer Colonies, Slake found himself navigating the moral and strategic challenges of a galaxy on the brink of rebellion. His deployment with the 302nd Infantry Battalion to the volatile Epsilon Eridani system placed him at the epicenter of the UNSC's efforts to quell Insurrectionist activity without driving the colonies further into open revolt.

In this theater, Slake's signature restraint set him apart from many of his peers. While other officers leaned heavily on scorched-earth tactics or overwhelming displays of force, Slake adopted a measured approach. He often sought to de-escalate conflicts before they erupted into full-blown battles, using diplomacy and careful intelligence gathering to dismantle Insurrectionist cells with minimal bloodshed. His success in preserving civilian lives earned him quiet respect from local populations, many of whom viewed the UNSC as little more than an occupying force.

Slake's restraint did not mean he was unwilling to act decisively when the situation demanded. In one notable operation, codenamed Iron Hearth, Insurrectionists had taken control of a key agricultural hub, threatening to cut off food supplies to surrounding colonies. Slake devised and executed a multi-pronged assault that neutralized the insurgents with surgical precision, reclaiming the hub with minimal casualties on both sides. The operation was lauded as a textbook example of counter-insurgency, and Slake was awarded the Colonial Service Commendation for his efforts.

By the time he was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, Slake had become a trusted figure within the UNSC's command structure. His ability to achieve mission objectives while minimizing collateral damage stood in stark contrast to the increasingly brutal methods employed by many of his contemporaries. This distinction often placed him at odds with more aggressive commanders, but it also earned him the loyalty of his troops, who valued his clear-eyed judgment and unwavering commitment to their welfare.

Despite his successes, Slake's time in the Outer Colonies was not without its challenges. The moral gray areas of counter-insurgency warfare weighed heavily on him, particularly when intelligence failures or political pressures led to unnecessary loss of life. On more than one occasion, Slake clashed with Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) operatives embedded in his theater of operations, refusing to compromise his principles for the sake of expediency. These clashes would not be forgotten by ONI, though they remained buried in classified reports for years.

As the Insurrection escalated, Slake's focus on de-escalation became an increasingly rare commodity. Many within the UNSC viewed the Outer Colonies as a lost cause, advocating for total militarization and a hardline stance. Slake, however, remained committed to the idea that humanity's survival depended on unity, not suppression. His leadership style—firm but fair, decisive yet compassionate—left a lasting impression on those who served under him, many of whom would later recount his actions with admiration and gratitude.

In the years leading up to the Covenant War, Slake continued to serve with distinction, overseeing the training and deployment of counter-insurgency units across multiple colonies. His clean record and reputation for ethical leadership made him a favored candidate for sensitive missions, and his name was often floated in discussions for higher command. Yet, Slake himself seemed uninterested in personal advancement, preferring to remain close to the troops he led and the battles he fought.

Though his career up to this point had been largely unblemished, hints of what was to come began to emerge in Slake's interactions with ONI. Classified after-action reports suggest that he was occasionally pressured to carry out operations that aligned more with ONI's shadowy objectives than with the UNSC's stated mission. While Slake complied when necessary, his growing distrust of the organization would later shape his actions as humanity faced its greatest existential threat.

The onset of the Covenant War would mark a turning point in Slake's career, forcing him to adopt increasingly desperate measures to protect humanity from annihilation. Yet, his pre-Covenant War record remains a testament to the ideals he once embodied—ideals that would be tested, strained, and ultimately reshaped by the crucible of interstellar conflict.

Covenant War: The Turning Point

When the Covenant War erupted in 2525, Edward Slake's world, like so many others, was irrevocably changed. His deployment to Jericho VII during the Covenant's merciless invasion was his first encounter with the alien juggernaut, and it left an indelible mark on the man and his career. Tasked with defending key UNSC civilian centers, Slake found himself leading an outnumbered and underequipped force against an overwhelming enemy. The defense was desperate and brutal, a fight against time rather than hope.

Though ultimately unsuccessful in saving the planet from the Covenant's glassing, Slake's leadership and tactical ingenuity delayed the enemy's advance long enough for thousands of evacuees to escape. He organized the evacuation amidst withering plasma fire, personally taking point on dangerous rearguard actions to ensure his troops and civilians could board evacuation craft safely. For his efforts, Slake was awarded the Silver Star, but those who served under him felt the recognition didn't fully encompass the weight of his sacrifice or the cost to his spirit.

Veterans of the Jericho VII campaign often remarked that Slake's transformation began there. The commander who had once been defined by his optimism and belief in the value of every life became harder, quieter, and more willing to embrace grim pragmatism. "Eddie Slake wasn't broken after Jericho," one former subordinate recalled. "But something shifted. He wasn't the same man who joined the fight. He saw what the Covenant could do, and he decided that no matter what, he wouldn't let it happen again—no matter the cost."

This was the beginning of Slake's reputation as a leader who would not yield. It was also the start of his slide into the morally gray tactics that would later define his wartime record, as necessity drove him to make choices that once would have been unthinkable. Slake may have emerged from Jericho VII alive, but the man who stepped off the evac ship was already a different person from the one who had arrived.

ONI's Attention

By 2550, Edward Slake's career took a sharp and unsettling turn. His once-transparent service record began to accumulate redactions, with entire operations listed only as "Classified: ONI Oversight." Many of his deployments, particularly on vulnerable colony worlds at the edge of the Covenant's advance, were reassigned under the jurisdiction of ONI Section III. Slake's previously straightforward command of ground forces shifted into shadowy missions that defied conventional definitions of warfare.

When pressed by peers or subordinates about these classified operations, Slake remained resolutely silent, citing stringent security protocols. "The mission comes first," he would say, his tone leaving little room for argument. Yet, his evasiveness did little to quell growing suspicions among those who had served under him for years. Whispers circulated through the ranks about missions involving the liquidation of "non-essential assets," rumored betrayals of allied forces to achieve greater strategic objectives and operational decisions that seemed coldly utilitarian.

Slake's once-sterling reputation began to fray under the weight of these suspicions, but it was the results of his actions—not their methods—that earned him continued trust from his superiors. Colony after the colony was evacuated or reinforced under his command, and the number of personnel or civilians saved often dwarfed the costs. For ONI, this brutal efficiency was precisely why Slake had become a valuable asset. His ability to make the hard calls in impossible situations aligned perfectly with the clandestine agency's interests, even if it left others questioning his humanity.

By the latter years of the Covenant War, Slake's deployments were accompanied by ONI field operatives who acted as "observers" but were widely believed to be shadowing him for reasons beyond mere oversight. More troubling still were the changes in Slake himself. The commander who once fought with the weight of his soldiers' lives on his shoulders now seemed detached, as if the mounting moral compromises of the war had burned away any lingering idealism. To some, it made him a colder, more calculating leader. To others, it made him an instrument of necessity—one that ONI wielded with precision and little regard for consequences.

Slake's growing association with ONI reached its apex during the Siege of New Constantinople in 2552, one of his final known deployments before the war's conclusion. The siege involved a desperate race to evacuate critical civilian and military assets as Covenant forces overwhelmed the colony. ONI reports credited Slake with overseeing the operation's success, but eyewitness accounts painted a grimmer picture. Entire city districts were abandoned to the Covenant, with only those deemed "strategically valuable" given protection. "He made the call," one survivor noted grimly. "And I don't think he blinked when he did."

When asked about the increasing secrecy surrounding his missions and his deepening ties to ONI, Slake offered little more than a dismissive shrug. "The enemy doesn't care about playing by the rules," he once said to a fellow officer. "So, why should we?" For ONI, this pragmatism was invaluable. For those who still believed in the UNSC's founding principles, it was a betrayal.

"The Anchorage Protocol"

Among the most enigmatic entries in General Edward Slake's service record is Operation Anchorage Protocol, an entirely classified campaign conducted in the latter years of the Covenant War. Buried deep within ONI's archives, details of the operation remain scarce, with much of the official documentation redacted or erased. What little information has surfaced paints a harrowing picture of moral compromise in the face of existential threat.

Anchorage Protocol was reportedly initiated on a mid-sized colony world serving as a vital logistical hub for UNSC operations in the sector. As the Covenant armada closed in, Slake was tasked with delaying their advance to buy time for an emergency evacuation of the region. Conventional strategies proved unfeasible given the overwhelming enemy forces. What followed, according to fragments of unredacted reports, was a scorched-earth campaign unparalleled in its ruthlessness.

To deny the Covenant access to key infrastructure, Slake authorized the systematic destruction of UNSC facilities, industrial centers, and civilian utilities. While such measures were not unheard of in desperate situations, the Anchorage Protocol took this tactic to an unprecedented extreme. Entire settlements were reportedly leveled, with UNSC demolition teams ensuring that no resource, shelter, or strategic advantage would remain intact for the Covenant to exploit. The collateral damage was staggering, with over 30,000 non-combatants caught in the resulting chaos and unable to escape before the Covenant's arrival.

The operation's success was undeniable—Covenant forces were significantly delayed, unable to capitalize on the infrastructure they sought to secure. This delay allowed for the safe withdrawal of UNSC fleets and the preservation of critical strategic assets elsewhere in the region. Yet the cost of this victory was measured not only in lives but in the deepening moral erosion of those who served under Slake's command.

In the sole unredacted fragment of a debriefing transcript, Slake's own words reflect the grim calculus he had embraced: "I've done worse, and I'll do worse still if it keeps humanity alive." To those within ONI, this pragmatic ruthlessness marked Slake as an asset of immense strategic value—one willing to make decisions others could not. To his soldiers and surviving civilians, however, the operation became a grim reminder of the war's capacity to strip away humanity in the name of survival.

In the years following the Anchorage Protocol, Slake's reputation within the UNSC became a study in contrasts. Among high command and ONI, he was heralded as a man who could accomplish the impossible, whatever the cost. Among the rank and file, his name became synonymous with cold, utilitarian decision-making—an embodiment of the war's moral compromises.

For Slake himself, the Anchorage Protocol was not a point of pride but a grim necessity. He rarely spoke of the operation, even to those closest to him. In one rare moment of candor, recorded by a subordinate during a later campaign, Slake reportedly said, "If humanity survives, no one will thank us for the things we've done. But they'll still be here. That's all that matters."

ONI's classification of Anchorage Protocol ensured that the details would remain shrouded in secrecy, even as whispers of the operation spread through UNSC circles. For many, it became emblematic of the blurred lines between survival and atrocity that defined the Covenant War's darkest hours. For Slake, it marked another step down a path that would eventually lead to his recall to Earth and the increasingly shadowy world of ONI's inner workings.

Final Years of the Covenant War

By the war's closing months in 2552, General Edward Slake stood as one of the few surviving pillars of UNSC ground command. The Covenant's relentless assault on Earth had devastated the planet's defenses, yet Slake proved instrumental in holding key territories. Assigned to the African theater, Slake coordinated a multi-pronged strategy that balanced the defense of civilian populations with high-risk evacuations. His leadership during these critical campaigns prevented widespread collapse, though many noted the toll on his already hardened demeanor.

Operating alongside ONI directives, Slake's strategies often blurred the line between necessity and sacrifice. In Nairobi, his forces conducted a rear-guard action that resulted in catastrophic losses for both UNSC personnel and local populations, a decision later declassified as essential to preserving vital supply routes. Soldiers who fought under him in those desperate days described him as resolute, even stoic, in the face of impossible odds. "He'd lost everything that made him hesitate," one veteran remarked. "All that was left was the man who kept us alive."

Throughout the defense of Earth, Slake's collaboration with ONI deepened. Several high-priority evacuation missions bore his authorization, and his units often operated under classified objectives that bypassed standard UNSC oversight. While some officers bristled at his autonomy, others recognized it as a grim necessity in the final throes of the war. Slake's ability to maintain composure under mounting pressure earned him begrudging respect even from his detractors. Slake, however, was abruptly recalled from the frontlines under orders from HIGHCOM, mere weeks after the apparent resolution. Official statements cited "unprecedented security developments," though no details were provided.

This recall coincided with the sudden reassignment of GLACIER WATCH, Slake's command in the Arctic, to provisional leadership. The lack of clarification regarding this transfer fueled speculation among his peers. Some believed Slake's presence was required for post-war stabilization efforts, while others whispered of darker ONI motives tied to his increasingly opaque record.

ONI records place Slake's next destination at Section III headquarters in Sydney, where he was to meet with high-ranking intelligence officials. Internal memos refer cryptically to "reintegration protocols," though what these entailed remains classified. For Slake, the reassignment marked yet another chapter in his uneasy relationship with ONI—a relationship defined by trust, necessity, and the cost of survival.
 
DECLARATION OF THE SEVENTH INTERNATIONALE
As transmitted to every receiving device on earth, translations to all major languages provided.
IT NOW BEING OBVIOUS: That the institutions known respectively as the UNIFIED EARTH GOVERNMENT and the UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND, have, in their long sovereignty, deeply failed both earth and the human species at large on Moral, Social, Political, and Economic grounds. Including but not limited to
-The Curtailing of civil and individual rights
-The imprisonment of political dissidents
-The imposition of a totalitarian military junta
-The general exploitation, abuse, and degradation suffered by the majority of the human species, otherwise known as the WORKING CLASS
-The specific oppression heaped upon the populations of colonies in distant star systems
-The corruption, collaboration with, and influence of private capital, including megacorporations and the trillionaires who own them, at the highest levels of government

IT NOW BEING OBVIOUS: That, in light of the destruction of the starship Malefic Token, and regardless of moral or political qualms, the institutions known respectively as the UNIFIED EARTH GOVERNMENT and UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND no longer exist as Cohesive entities capable of managing the affairs of earth or humanity at large, and that the resulting diaspora of splinter factions endangers the people of earth to further bloodshed and tyranny.

IT NOW BEING OBVIOUS: That, in light of the end of the war and it's accompanying results, the interstellar nation known as the COVENENT no longer exists as a cohesive entity, and, accordingly, can no longer pose an existential threat to the existence of the human species, and, accordingly, it being no longer necessary to maintain the status quo at risk of extinction.

IT NOW BEING OBVIOUS: That, in order to avoid total civilizational collapse, earth and humanity at large require a new guiding polity to manage affairs including but not limited to
-The distribution of humanitarian aid to suffering populations
-The reconstruction of vital infrastructure
-The management and recovery of the human economy and the general material wellbeing of the human population
-Future relations and endeavors on an interstellar scale, including with the disparate human colonies and various non-human species now free of enslavement to the COVENENT

IT NOW BEING OBVIOUS: That, in light of all the above mentioned factors, the system known as CAPITALISM has reached it's point of inevitable self-destruction, and in so doing, proven the general principles (If not specific derivations) of Marxist and Socialist theory to be correct.

The Signatories of this pact, hereafter known as the SEVENTH INTERNATIONALE, in light of the above stated facts, have conferred, and agreed that, at long last, the time has come for the human species to be made free of the chains that enslave it to a system that has proven irrational and unacceptably cruel, and to, together, pursue the creation of a better and brighter future for humanity. In pursuit of this shared goal, and in the grand tradition of those revolutionaries who came before, all signatories have agreed to the creation of a new Supra-national alliance and institution, hereafter known as the SEVENTH INTERNATIONALE.

In joining this pact, all Signatories have agreed to the following terms and priorities:

-To uphold the principles of Marxism and Socialism in general, and with them, the rights of the worker.
-To MUTUALLY DEFEND all other signatories, such that an act of war against one is considered an act of war against all.
-To facilitate the sharing of resources, knowledge, and general mutually supportive aid between all signatories.
-To pursue, insofar as capable, the Abolishment of private Capital in all it's forms, and the destruction of all remaining corporations, especially those known to have collaborated with the UNIFIED EARTH GOVERNMENT and UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND respectively.
-To pursue, insofar as capable, the complete destruction of any remaining factions upholding the legitimacy of the UNIFIED EARTH GOVERNMENT and/or UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND
-To capture and persecute, or failing that eliminate, those individuals of aforementioned institutions considered to be plausibly guilty of crimes against humanity, or war crimes. As to be determined by definitions agreed upon by the signatories.
-To collaboratively create, insofar as capable, a new world order and governing system for earth and humanity at large, based upon the principles of Marxist and socialist theory.


THIS PACT IS HEREBY RATIFIED BY THE FOLLOWING SIGNATORY PARTIES
-The United People's Front of North America.
-The People's Alliance, of Africa.
-The People's Liberation Army, of China.
-The Red Earth Collective, of South America.
-The Sovereign Acracy of a Free Earth, of Southeastern Asia.

Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains!

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Of the dispositions and organization of the Provisional Government




The Chief of the Provisional Government

General Francisco de Almeida Camargo da Cruz (Military - Cruzista)
Chief of the Provisional Government
Supreme Leader of the Armed Forces in Brazil



The Supreme Leader.


The Gabinet of the Provisional Government
or the Gabinet of Necessities, as Cruz calls it.



General Álvaro de Sousa Mendes (Military - Cruzista)
Minister of the Armed Forces

General Álvaro Mendes is one of the highest-ranking remaining officers of Brazil, his support being one of the factors that gave Cruz the necessary clout to rise to leadership. His reward was becoming an important voice in the new government.

Major Antonio José da Mata (Military - Cruzista)
Minister of the Interior

Previously Cruz' aide-de-camp, he is considered by the supreme leader to be the most loyal man of the cabinet- who else could he trust with the police?

Colonel Giovana de Vasconcelos Bertetti (Military - Cruzista)
Minister of Justice

Colonel Bertetti was previously a police officer, a colonel of the Military Police of São Paulo. As the war intensified, she swapped one uniform for the other and quickly secured the same rank once more. Representing a clique of young officers that threw their support behind Cruz, she was chosen for this role. For all that Cruz seeks to appease dissidents, he also endeavors to keep the levers of power firmly in his hands, after all.

Ricardo Kirschbaum Farquhar Jr. (Liberal - Corporate)
Minister of Finance

Farquhar is one of the wealthiest businessmen in Brazil, specializing in iron ore extracting and refining. Appointing him to Finance is a fig leaf to the corporations. This is an emergency and extraordinary measures must be taken, but that does not mean that the military will forget their civilian friends.

Helder da Costa Leal (Liberal - Corporate)
Minister of Agriculture

Another appointee picked from among Brazil's wealthy. The owner of large latifundia plantations, Leal was chosen because of his support for Cruz' proposed rural reforms and status among the planters of Brazil.

Colonel Mariana Correia Godói (Military - Cruzista)
Minister of Infrastructure

Rebuilding the infrastructure of Brazil is one of the most important objectives of the Provisional Government. To that end, Cruz picked a name he felt he could trust for the job - Colonel Godói, who he worked with while he was in charge of the Northeastern Region.

Catarina Teixeira Soares (Labour)
Minister of Labour

Once one of the many maids at the beck and call of the Brazilian elite and middle class, the necessities of war enlisted Catarina into a steel mill, where she began organizing with her fellow workers, eventually becoming a prominent leader of the new and burgeoning labor movement. Her ministry existing at all is already a significant boost to her goal - making sure the workers and their demands can't be ignored anymore.

Wellington da Silva Barreto (Labour)
Minister of Education

Whereas Catarina Soares can be said to represent the unions, Wellington Barreto, a teacher, belongs to the intellectual left, articulating the demands of the working class into a political project and ideology. As Minister of Education, Barreto seeks to make public education widely accessible and good quality, something that pairs nicely with the developmentalist and statist tendencies of the military. More immediately however, his goal is making sure public education continues to function in spite of the material damages of war.

Dr. Elias de Albuquerque Rached (Liberal - Corporate)
Minister of Health

Formerly working for a pharmaceutical company, Dr. Rached's knowledge of how to maximize profit from denying care might not be of much use for the Provisional Government, but his knowledge of medical logistics is. Cruz has made clear he expects Rached to only make use of the latter.

Pedro Molina Gomes (Liberal - Bureaucratic)​
General-Secretary of Itamaraty Palace​

As the question of the Provisional Government's sovereignty or acknowledgement of claimants to global government has been left unclear, it was considered inconvenient to name an explicit Foreign Minister. Therefore, the chosen man for the job has only been named 'general-secretary' of Itamaraty Palace, which is assuredly *not* the center of a new Brazilian Foreign Ministry.

Pedro Gomes himself is something of a grey eminence, the elder statesman of the Provisional Government. Having been a senator in the civilian UEG before the war, his wheeling and dealing between representatives of the many nations of the world was the closest thing to diplomatic experience that could be found when the UEG had never recognized any other nation government besides itself. His choice also represents, to those few and gray liberals, a loosening of military rule.



The Decrees of the Provisional Government

DECREE 0001 - 27/01/2553


Establishes the Provisional Government, nominates the gabinet of the Provisional Government and determines its scope and powers.

DECREE 0002 - 29/01/2553

Outlines guidelines and a plan for the economic recovery of Brazil.

DECREE 0003 - 30/01/2553

Nationalizes companies of strategic importance to the wellbeing of Brazil, or that otherwise can no longer function as a private interest, and establishes bylaws for the new public trusts.

DECREE 0004 - 31/01/2553

Establishes the bylaws to be observed by the Artificial Intelligence Tibiriçá.

DECREE 0005 - 31/01/2553

Establishes the bylaws to be observed by the Artificial Intelligence Iracema.

Acts of the Gabinet of the Provisional Government, Vol. I
The compiled records of the meetings of the Provisional Government, not immediately made public.

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31/01/2553 - Discussion and consideration of Operation AMAZONAS.
 
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