While it would be far more preferable to Exarch Rafelas for an established, skilled member of the military to be lifted to the rank of Exarch, it is clear that the political headwinds are against it. As such, Exarch Rafelas of Moca will be voting for Exarch Korodore to assume responsibility for Sarnath. It is the Exarch's hope that the responsibilities of ruling Sarnath in a manner which benefits the Mastery will serve as a lesson to Korodore on the virtues of restraint and discipline.
The Exarchs of Dusk
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Archon-Exarch Artemisia 728 Q4
Political: Sort out the administration and reconstruction of Trigon Primus. There will be a de-Trigonization to some extent - the closest confidants and most faithful loyalists of the traitor Exarch can no longer be involved in its governance - but as a simple matter things that were done well will be left as they were. Those that were not will be improved upon, one way or another.
Political (Mercurial Politics): Artemisia routes the Circle Trigon PoWs on their way to Ribeira to parade in Rafael's Triumph at Narbonilla (@SirLagginton). They will be permitted to march with full honors and colors flying, if obviously disarmed. There she will announce that the Circle Trigon army will be reformed as Mastery Legions, for the Mastery respects their courage and skill otherwise wasted by a traitor Exarch so unworthy of their sacrifices.
Economy: Invest in a MasterNET leg from Narbonilla to Elia and Circle Trigon
Military-Espionage: (-10 Prestige for boost) The Circle Trigonist army, even in its defeat and ruin, adds up to many tens of thousands of well trained - and now experienced - soldiers huddled in prisoner of war camps. It would not only be wasteful to simply release them back to the shelled and bombed rubble of their civilian lives, it is a positive danger for long term Mastery control when these skilled veterans could form the basis of an extremely dangerous insurgency. Instead, Artemisia asks for Exarch Epifanio's aid (@Exterminatus).
The Circle Trigon PoWs will be sent to the massive army bases of Ribeira under Interservice Intelligence's supervision. The Trigonist soldiery can be retrained, reintegrated, and reeducated to the standard of Mastery Legions. All the while watchful ISI staff can sort the die-hard faithful to the traitor Exarch from those whose pride in their homes can be sublimated into the Mastery's higher calling, build secret files, and act accordingly.
Patience will be necessary. A quick result is not to be hoped for, even suspect. But in time Circle Trigon might have a mighty army once more.
Current Deployments
Occupation of Circle Trigon
4x Armored Frigates (Tempesta, Tifone, Monsone, Ciclone)
4x Missile Frigate (Hornet, Wasp, Yellowjacket, Islas Malvinas)
4x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 26, WABRON 86, WABRON 87, WABRON 88)
1x Bomber Wing (8. Stormo)
Elia
1x Bomber Wing (11. Stormo)
1x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 25)
Triumph
1x Missile Frigate (Beewolf) - still bearing battle scars.
1x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 45) - The latest and greatest model of Warbirds the Mastery has built to date!
1x Regular Infantry Legion (Army of the Verge) - leading and guarding the long column of Trigonese PoWs.
2x Scouts (Aventurera, Almirante Idiáquez) - Show the people the Mastery's latest and most innovative warships!
Mofference Votes
[X] Exarch Korodore becomes Exarch of Sarnath
[X] Exarch Tellos and Artemisia will exercise control over Circle Trigon for the forseeable future.
Prestige Trades
-30 Prestige to Archon Fontera
Political: Sort out the administration and reconstruction of Trigon Primus. There will be a de-Trigonization to some extent - the closest confidants and most faithful loyalists of the traitor Exarch can no longer be involved in its governance - but as a simple matter things that were done well will be left as they were. Those that were not will be improved upon, one way or another.
Political (Mercurial Politics): Artemisia routes the Circle Trigon PoWs on their way to Ribeira to parade in Rafael's Triumph at Narbonilla (@SirLagginton). They will be permitted to march with full honors and colors flying, if obviously disarmed. There she will announce that the Circle Trigon army will be reformed as Mastery Legions, for the Mastery respects their courage and skill otherwise wasted by a traitor Exarch so unworthy of their sacrifices.
Economy: Invest in a MasterNET leg from Narbonilla to Elia and Circle Trigon
Military-Espionage: (-10 Prestige for boost) The Circle Trigonist army, even in its defeat and ruin, adds up to many tens of thousands of well trained - and now experienced - soldiers huddled in prisoner of war camps. It would not only be wasteful to simply release them back to the shelled and bombed rubble of their civilian lives, it is a positive danger for long term Mastery control when these skilled veterans could form the basis of an extremely dangerous insurgency. Instead, Artemisia asks for Exarch Epifanio's aid (@Exterminatus).
The Circle Trigon PoWs will be sent to the massive army bases of Ribeira under Interservice Intelligence's supervision. The Trigonist soldiery can be retrained, reintegrated, and reeducated to the standard of Mastery Legions. All the while watchful ISI staff can sort the die-hard faithful to the traitor Exarch from those whose pride in their homes can be sublimated into the Mastery's higher calling, build secret files, and act accordingly.
Patience will be necessary. A quick result is not to be hoped for, even suspect. But in time Circle Trigon might have a mighty army once more.
Current Deployments
Occupation of Circle Trigon
4x Armored Frigates (Tempesta, Tifone, Monsone, Ciclone)
4x Missile Frigate (Hornet, Wasp, Yellowjacket, Islas Malvinas)
4x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 26, WABRON 86, WABRON 87, WABRON 88)
1x Bomber Wing (8. Stormo)
Elia
1x Bomber Wing (11. Stormo)
1x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 25)
Triumph
1x Missile Frigate (Beewolf) - still bearing battle scars.
1x Warbird Squadron (WABRON 45) - The latest and greatest model of Warbirds the Mastery has built to date!
1x Regular Infantry Legion (Army of the Verge) - leading and guarding the long column of Trigonese PoWs.
2x Scouts (Aventurera, Almirante Idiáquez) - Show the people the Mastery's latest and most innovative warships!
Mofference Votes
[X] Exarch Korodore becomes Exarch of Sarnath
[X] Exarch Tellos and Artemisia will exercise control over Circle Trigon for the forseeable future.
Prestige Trades
-30 Prestige to Archon Fontera
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- He/Him
Laureano Fernandez once considered himself an excellent pirate.
They were daring, bold, but most importantly clever. In the last five years, they'd only needed to fire a shot once. They knew which politicians to bribe for the routes of undefended cargo. They knew who'd consider a disappearing ship, a lost hold or two, a minor inconvenience not worth pursuing, and who would consider doing that to an enemy a boon worth repaying. They knew who to talk to, and how to talk to them.
Then some flunky got caught on tax fraud on Kaiser and flipped. Three crews, untold wealth, a decade long career as a pirate, down the drain.
Now he was a diplomat, which was technically a promotion, but not when you worked for Exarch Korodore. Korodore needed someone to cover for his mistakes. Korodore needed someone to take orders from Kaiser and Narbonilla in a civilian context. Korodore needed someone to fill out the work orders that couldn't be replaced with a requisition slip. And, most of all, Korodore needed someone to explain to everyone else in the Mastery that he considered himself a military clone.
It could be done by a secretary. But that would be Untraditional, according to Korodore. So Laureano was a Diplomat. With a diplomat's pay and quarters, admittedly, and that might have been enough for someone without his ambitions. Someone who brought into the glory Korodore sold, after the victory at Trigon.
Then Korodore stormed into his office, a briefcase in hand and a series of questions.
"Exarch?" asked Laureano.
"Explain bribery to me," says Korodore.
Laureano's throat snapped shut, beads of terrified sweat poured down his face as he tried to parse his interactions. What he might have done that had been interpreted as bribery. As treason. "I haven't done anything-" he protested.
"I am attempting to gain garrison control over Sarnath. My opposition is formidable. Political bribery is necessary," he says, "Explain it."
"-Oh," he said, the terror fading in a moment, "Well, it's a complicated process relying on pre-existing networks of patronage, knowledge of the actors involved, and the resources necessary to-"
"We have none of those things."
The terror had returned, and it took a moment for Laureano to regain his voice. Korodore didn't notice or, perhaps, was simply used to it. "Well-well sir, perhaps it may be better off simply providing resources to those who do? The Exarch of Kaiser, or perhaps the Archon?"
"...Acceptable. Contact the Archon's office."
Prestige Exchange:
Due to relative inexperience in the matter of internal politicking, Exarch Korodore is providing resources to the Archon in the hopes that he is more successful at drumming up support.
I am giving the Honorable Archon @dash931 27 Prestige.
They were daring, bold, but most importantly clever. In the last five years, they'd only needed to fire a shot once. They knew which politicians to bribe for the routes of undefended cargo. They knew who'd consider a disappearing ship, a lost hold or two, a minor inconvenience not worth pursuing, and who would consider doing that to an enemy a boon worth repaying. They knew who to talk to, and how to talk to them.
Then some flunky got caught on tax fraud on Kaiser and flipped. Three crews, untold wealth, a decade long career as a pirate, down the drain.
Now he was a diplomat, which was technically a promotion, but not when you worked for Exarch Korodore. Korodore needed someone to cover for his mistakes. Korodore needed someone to take orders from Kaiser and Narbonilla in a civilian context. Korodore needed someone to fill out the work orders that couldn't be replaced with a requisition slip. And, most of all, Korodore needed someone to explain to everyone else in the Mastery that he considered himself a military clone.
It could be done by a secretary. But that would be Untraditional, according to Korodore. So Laureano was a Diplomat. With a diplomat's pay and quarters, admittedly, and that might have been enough for someone without his ambitions. Someone who brought into the glory Korodore sold, after the victory at Trigon.
Then Korodore stormed into his office, a briefcase in hand and a series of questions.
"Exarch?" asked Laureano.
"Explain bribery to me," says Korodore.
Laureano's throat snapped shut, beads of terrified sweat poured down his face as he tried to parse his interactions. What he might have done that had been interpreted as bribery. As treason. "I haven't done anything-" he protested.
"I am attempting to gain garrison control over Sarnath. My opposition is formidable. Political bribery is necessary," he says, "Explain it."
"-Oh," he said, the terror fading in a moment, "Well, it's a complicated process relying on pre-existing networks of patronage, knowledge of the actors involved, and the resources necessary to-"
"We have none of those things."
The terror had returned, and it took a moment for Laureano to regain his voice. Korodore didn't notice or, perhaps, was simply used to it. "Well-well sir, perhaps it may be better off simply providing resources to those who do? The Exarch of Kaiser, or perhaps the Archon?"
"...Acceptable. Contact the Archon's office."
Prestige Exchange:
Due to relative inexperience in the matter of internal politicking, Exarch Korodore is providing resources to the Archon in the hopes that he is more successful at drumming up support.
I am giving the Honorable Archon @dash931 27 Prestige.
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Exarch Korodore formally supports the movement to grant Exarch Lusius the rank of Marzban over his territories in Rouge and Sabin.
Deep Under Crak Gersoon,
Iriadne
Doctor Kireon's labored breath clicked and wheezed through the suit's regulator as he trudged toward his destination, sweat beading and dribbling liberally down his face. Nearly drowning inside his suit, the muted background scream of the Geiger counter nevertheless compelled him urgently forward. It was an ever-present and essential reminder that he was not safe and once he set foot past the crisis vault door, every minute mattered. Every moment would exact a toll.
The ancient fortress was riddled with basements and tunnels, many sealed for good reason, but he was so far down that levels and sub levels lost all meaning. This was the abyss- and the bottom, at least as far as anyone had lived to tell. There was more below, past the Great Divide, as foreboding as it was literal. Somewhere, under the technomechanical entrails of the Compiler, a mountainous pile of low grade fissile material languished in a bath of molten salt destined to roil and churn for another millennia before congealing into a corium blob that would remain vitally dangerous long after humanity's light in the distant stars fizzled out.
Thirteen minutes down passage 44. Five minutes and four hundred forty three steps through Annex Nine. Turn left at the wreckage of Turbine Eleven-Seventy Seven. There! The beam of his flashlight caught the eroded nameplate on the canted tower of ash-black machinery disappearing into the darkness overhead, encrusted with layers of filth so thick it seemed chiseled from stone. Then...then he was there, staring up into the gaping emptiness of the shaft the Cylords had drilled to unearth the Mendicant. Or this part of it, at least. It was one of Clionia's cornucopia machines, buried for centuries even before the fortress was built on top of it. This particular one was incomplete, or damaged, or at least so it seemed. The Cylords had adapted it to serve them, for a time, though the access had been sealed long ago.
He jogged across the smooth metal toward the podium, a screen-like interface hovering in open air, its red characters snowy and flickering in the ambient radiation. The doctor wiped the condensation off of his visor and parsed the Cylord Cyrillic with practiced focus. Compiler Node 166.53/3 "Mars-Passat" - Status Standby it stated simply, with a blinking cursor waiting for a command. His fingers flexed and he went to work, lines of commands scrolling past and finally jamming a cable into a port near his feet where he'd dropped the drive with the dump and the hash. He stabbed the final command.
A simple command response floated in front of him. Material reserves depleted. Feedstock Required.
The cursor blinked dispassionately as the man abruptly tilted his head down and furrowed his brow. The breaths were shorter, faster. The Geiger counter scream pitched higher here. He didn't have time for this. He had a job to do. It's just...it was just... there was a clean spot on the burnished metal where his wrist had been dragging, wiping away decades of dust. The Mendicant Demands Blood was carved into the casing there. The Mendicant Will Have It.
"...yeah. No. Hell no." he muttered, punching out an abort command. Jumbles of random characters began scrolling past. He tried again.
Input from Terminal Disabled.
Something rumbled through the floor deep below. He dropped his tools and ran.
Q4 Actions
Political Action: Votes (3) to Hadel/High Sofia for Sarnath, Vote (?) for the Vergers to deal with Trigon
Economic Action: Raise Regular(Cyborg) Infantry
War Economic Action: Raise Regular(Cyborg) Infantry
Military Action: Battlecarrier Nine Tenths of the Law is sent on parade.
Prestige Action (30): Research Action - Battlecruiser
Goal: Produce a gun-centric ship design from a scaled down battlecarrier hull (or a scaled up armoured frigate) with improved anti-air defenses. Meant to pair with battlecarriers using similar gun armaments, armour and speed profile. Less overall mass and no aircraft but a focus anti-missile and anti-aircraft defenses. Stretch goal: Frontier Fleet spec nuclear power plant.
Iriadne
Doctor Kireon's labored breath clicked and wheezed through the suit's regulator as he trudged toward his destination, sweat beading and dribbling liberally down his face. Nearly drowning inside his suit, the muted background scream of the Geiger counter nevertheless compelled him urgently forward. It was an ever-present and essential reminder that he was not safe and once he set foot past the crisis vault door, every minute mattered. Every moment would exact a toll.
The ancient fortress was riddled with basements and tunnels, many sealed for good reason, but he was so far down that levels and sub levels lost all meaning. This was the abyss- and the bottom, at least as far as anyone had lived to tell. There was more below, past the Great Divide, as foreboding as it was literal. Somewhere, under the technomechanical entrails of the Compiler, a mountainous pile of low grade fissile material languished in a bath of molten salt destined to roil and churn for another millennia before congealing into a corium blob that would remain vitally dangerous long after humanity's light in the distant stars fizzled out.
Thirteen minutes down passage 44. Five minutes and four hundred forty three steps through Annex Nine. Turn left at the wreckage of Turbine Eleven-Seventy Seven. There! The beam of his flashlight caught the eroded nameplate on the canted tower of ash-black machinery disappearing into the darkness overhead, encrusted with layers of filth so thick it seemed chiseled from stone. Then...then he was there, staring up into the gaping emptiness of the shaft the Cylords had drilled to unearth the Mendicant. Or this part of it, at least. It was one of Clionia's cornucopia machines, buried for centuries even before the fortress was built on top of it. This particular one was incomplete, or damaged, or at least so it seemed. The Cylords had adapted it to serve them, for a time, though the access had been sealed long ago.
He jogged across the smooth metal toward the podium, a screen-like interface hovering in open air, its red characters snowy and flickering in the ambient radiation. The doctor wiped the condensation off of his visor and parsed the Cylord Cyrillic with practiced focus. Compiler Node 166.53/3 "Mars-Passat" - Status Standby it stated simply, with a blinking cursor waiting for a command. His fingers flexed and he went to work, lines of commands scrolling past and finally jamming a cable into a port near his feet where he'd dropped the drive with the dump and the hash. He stabbed the final command.
A simple command response floated in front of him. Material reserves depleted. Feedstock Required.
The cursor blinked dispassionately as the man abruptly tilted his head down and furrowed his brow. The breaths were shorter, faster. The Geiger counter scream pitched higher here. He didn't have time for this. He had a job to do. It's just...it was just... there was a clean spot on the burnished metal where his wrist had been dragging, wiping away decades of dust. The Mendicant Demands Blood was carved into the casing there. The Mendicant Will Have It.
"...yeah. No. Hell no." he muttered, punching out an abort command. Jumbles of random characters began scrolling past. He tried again.
Input from Terminal Disabled.
Something rumbled through the floor deep below. He dropped his tools and ran.
Q4 Actions
Political Action: Votes (3) to Hadel/High Sofia for Sarnath, Vote (?) for the Vergers to deal with Trigon
Economic Action: Raise Regular(Cyborg) Infantry
War Economic Action: Raise Regular(Cyborg) Infantry
Military Action: Battlecarrier Nine Tenths of the Law is sent on parade.
Prestige Action (30): Research Action - Battlecruiser
Goal: Produce a gun-centric ship design from a scaled down battlecarrier hull (or a scaled up armoured frigate) with improved anti-air defenses. Meant to pair with battlecarriers using similar gun armaments, armour and speed profile. Less overall mass and no aircraft but a focus anti-missile and anti-aircraft defenses. Stretch goal: Frontier Fleet spec nuclear power plant.
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Politics: Use political action for +2 votes to Korodore at the Mofference.
Military: Keep an eye on things in the NE, patrols. No contribution to any invasion of Stragan, however.
Economy: The convict won't stop going on about this MasteryNET thing, so it may be wise to invest in setting it up, if only to keep a closer eye on her.
Espionage: Continue embedding into the EEF.
Military: Keep an eye on things in the NE, patrols. No contribution to any invasion of Stragan, however.
Economy: The convict won't stop going on about this MasteryNET thing, so it may be wise to invest in setting it up, if only to keep a closer eye on her.
Espionage: Continue embedding into the EEF.
Exarch Miladinas of Hadel, Q4
Political (purchased): +10 votes
Political: +2 votes
Political: +2 votes
Political (Mercurial): +2 votes
Economic: Produce light frigates, same as the previous quarter
Military: Triumph! Especial attention from the Hadel parade is dedicated to the commemoration of the casualties and other noble sacrifices suffered from its armoured contingent.
Espionage: Go adventuring for the Runitan Fleet
Prestige: 71
Prestige from High Sofia: 20
Prestige from Runitan Fleet: 20
Prestige from Cygnus: 32
Prestige to Shattered Light: 18
Prestige to Xuanchun: 15
Prestige to Jiyuan: 10
Political purchases: 100
[x] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Sarnath (17 votes)
[x] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
Political (purchased): +10 votes
Political: +2 votes
Political: +2 votes
Political (Mercurial): +2 votes
Economic: Produce light frigates, same as the previous quarter
Military: Triumph! Especial attention from the Hadel parade is dedicated to the commemoration of the casualties and other noble sacrifices suffered from its armoured contingent.
Espionage: Go adventuring for the Runitan Fleet
Prestige: 71
Prestige from High Sofia: 20
Prestige from Runitan Fleet: 20
Prestige from Cygnus: 32
Prestige to Shattered Light: 18
Prestige to Xuanchun: 15
Prestige to Jiyuan: 10
Political purchases: 100
[x] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Sarnath (17 votes)
[x] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
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- Location
- America
Exarch Masaldus dra Menok
Political: Support the vote selection (+2 votes)
Economic: Begin construction on another NUT Armored Frigate.
Research: Develop an enlarged Mk 18 'Bidder' capable of fitting a nuclear warhead large enough to function as an anti-fleet weapon.
Research (20 Prestige): A new ship design will be drawn up, focused around two aspects- firing the enlarged Bidders, and being umbralships. The intention is to create a stealth capable ship capable of suddenly and without warning launching nuclear warheads capable of destroying fleets, or even cities.
Votes: [X] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel will take over Magistership of Sarnath.
Political: Support the vote selection (+2 votes)
Economic: Begin construction on another NUT Armored Frigate.
Research: Develop an enlarged Mk 18 'Bidder' capable of fitting a nuclear warhead large enough to function as an anti-fleet weapon.
Research (20 Prestige): A new ship design will be drawn up, focused around two aspects- firing the enlarged Bidders, and being umbralships. The intention is to create a stealth capable ship capable of suddenly and without warning launching nuclear warheads capable of destroying fleets, or even cities.
Votes: [X] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel will take over Magistership of Sarnath.
- Location
- America
Runitan Fleet
[X] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Sarnath (5 votes)
[X] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
Political: +2 votes
Political (Mercurial Politics): +2 votes
rest tbd
[X] Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Sarnath (5 votes)
[X] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
Political: +2 votes
Political (Mercurial Politics): +2 votes
rest tbd
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Exarch Valla of Karsen
MM 0728 Q4
Economic Action: Declare an economic embargo on Stragan.
Political Action: +2 votes.
Political Action (Popular Support): +2 votes.
Military Action: Marshal the resistance! Rouse the dissident elements on Stragan to action in preparation for an imminent invasion. Wage a guerilla campaign, blow up munitions dumps, cut supply lines, and the works.
[x] Support Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Magistership of Sarnath with 5 votes.
[x] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
MM 0728 Q4
Economic Action: Declare an economic embargo on Stragan.
Political Action: +2 votes.
Political Action (Popular Support): +2 votes.
Military Action: Marshal the resistance! Rouse the dissident elements on Stragan to action in preparation for an imminent invasion. Wage a guerilla campaign, blow up munitions dumps, cut supply lines, and the works.
[x] Support Exarch Miladinas of Hadel for Magistership of Sarnath with 5 votes.
[x] Support the establishment of the Rouge-Sabin March, and the appointment of Exarch Luscius as Marzban
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Constantia Actions Q4 MM728:
Military: Continued support of the Vega Academy
Political: Exarch Komneno endorses the joint Hadel-High Sofia bid for control of Sarnath (+3 i think)
Economic: Adoption of MasteryGem Currency
Military: Continued support of the Vega Academy
Political: Exarch Komneno endorses the joint Hadel-High Sofia bid for control of Sarnath (+3 i think)
Economic: Adoption of MasteryGem Currency
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MM0728 Q4: The Fate of Sarnath
Shrike
Temporarily embarrassed kulak
MM0728 Q4 - The Fate of Sarnath
Domestic Report
The most-watched event in the Mastery is the Triumph of Rafeal, where he receives the sobriquet Thunder on Trigon. The recruiting halls are soon full of glory-seekers! [A post is required]
Unfortunately attempts to get the Circle Trigonese troops to march fail when they engage in a mass hunger strike at their POW facility. Last minute changes remove them from the Triumph instead of trying to get these resentful troops to cooperate and do something even more public.
Construction continues apace on Fab Complex 21 Conquest of Trigon.
Rollout of the 'New Gem' happens without any more than the usual and expected hiccups. Currency shipments from the mint have so far continued without problem.
Expansion of the High Sofia shipyards have begun.
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Runtime instantated.
Meanwhile in the deep depths of the Iriadne hyperfort's sub-foundation, the reactivated Compiler node begins to scavenge for feedstock.
The insular Diodachi have gone silent, just before it was revealed by Exarch of Moca that they had conspired with and armed pirates who had attempted attacks on the Mastery. The decision was swift. Treason.
It is believed that they have unmoored their deepdock and towed it into the deeper nebula north of Vega. Perhaps they believe they can escape justice.
Scientific Report
The Future Conquistadore Program is launched on Xuanchun to make the next generation of stormtroopers.
Extended-range missiles for bombers begin development.
Noannan shipwrights have completed the design of the first High Merchanter, a donut-shaped deep sky cargo ship, its unusual shape chosen to optimize protected cargo volume.
The so-called Battlecruiser design is completed by Iriadne engineers. Midway between the capital ships and the long-suffering armored frigates they eschew the 'expeditionary' capabilities found in frigates in favor of a missile frigate's full electronic and anti-air systemry while maintaining the direct combat capability of an armored frigate.
The first prototype Mk 20 'Canyon' Strategic Umbral Rocket is complete. It is the size of a warbird, with a warhead rated at 100 megatons. It is also extremely unstealthy once fired, but fast.
Research into umbral diveships has begun. It may take several iterations to get one large enough to fire a 'Canyon'.
Foreign Relations Report
Demands for actions to secure Birnsdunf has risen Exarchates with strong popular support for deciding the 'Birnsdunf Question' include:
• Noanna
• Vega
• Hadel
• Runitan Fleet
• Karsen
Demands to fully annex Trigon On Elia, many believe that Trigon should be folded entirely into the Exarchate of Elia, especially after the embarassment at the Triumph!
An economic blockade has been enacted against Stragan! Despite some griping by other Exarchs it has passed into existence.
Military Report
The MSS Dignified Response made the long trip, starbursting close to the desert orb of Manticore. Launching dropships from the stern gate the landing forces hit dirt in the dusty outback and break out the landspeeders. By evening they've arrived at the humpbacked industrial shape of the local compiler node, believed derelict for most of two centuries. Far in the outback and deliberately censored from official maps the structure does not appear to have been disturbed.
Venturing inside the vast and complicated structures, the programmer-at-arms set up a home base and eventually find a functioning dataline. Inserting the old Cylord control worm taken from a Narbonillan archive power was progressively brought to the structure as subsystems came online. . . [A post is required]
The Exarchy of Kaiser begins to take full control over Outer Sabin. The territory seems quiet, for now. + Political Action starting next turn.
Resistance is stronger in Inner Sabin, Rouge's six-month terror campaign to starve and weaken the locals having stirred up strong feelings of anger and defiance. An insurgency is growing. + Political Action starting next turn.
Desertion and malingering is rife from the attempt to draft new formations out of Trigon POWs. Only a single legion is deemed fit to serve.
Elia takes control of Trigon, immediately moving to purge elements seen as disloyal to the Mastery and reform the government in the Mastery's image. + Economic and Political Action starting next turn.
Iriadne takes possession of the outer Trigon shells; while poor they are ideal for airbases and there are various mineheads now abandoned by their former owners. + Military action starting next turn.
Production
Xuanchun - 1 Legion Battery
Cynus - 1 Legion Battery
Aurelia - 2 Infantry Legions
Kaiser - 4 scouts
Ribeira - 1 Infantry Legion (questionable loyalty)
Narbonilla - 6 light frigates
K-44 - 2 hand-crafted Sanjak frigates
Rouge - 2 Infantry Legions
Vega - 3 scouts, 1 Interceptor sqd, 1 infantry legion
Iriadne - 1 Cyborg Infantry Legion, 2 Droid Fighter Wings
Hadel - 7 Light Frigates
Shattered Light - 1 NUT-capable armored frigate
Anyi - 20 Prestige (-4)
Aurelia - -4 Prestige (-46)
Constantia - 30 Prestige ()
Cygnus - 15 Prestige (-32)
Elia - 14 Prestige (-24)
Hadel - 16 Prestige (-55)
High Sofia - 21 Prestige (-19)
Iriadne - 27 Prestige (-16)
Jinyuan - 32 Prestige (30)
Kaiser - 5 Prestige (-5)
Karsen - 7 Prestige ()
Korodore Fleet - 15 Prestige (-12)
Moca - 7 Prestige (0)
Myrmidon Fleet - 17 Prestige (0)
Narbonilla - 41 Prestige (-11)
Noannan - 2 Prestige (-30)
Ribeira - 34 Prestige (6)
Rouge - 14 Prestige (7)
Runitan Fleet - 42 Prestige (-20)
Shattered Light - 15 Prestige (-2)
The Garden - 0 Prestige (-22)
Vega - 12 Prestige (-20)
Xuanchun - 46 Prestige (14)
Domestic Report
The most-watched event in the Mastery is the Triumph of Rafeal, where he receives the sobriquet Thunder on Trigon. The recruiting halls are soon full of glory-seekers! [A post is required]
Unfortunately attempts to get the Circle Trigonese troops to march fail when they engage in a mass hunger strike at their POW facility. Last minute changes remove them from the Triumph instead of trying to get these resentful troops to cooperate and do something even more public.
Construction continues apace on Fab Complex 21 Conquest of Trigon.
Rollout of the 'New Gem' happens without any more than the usual and expected hiccups. Currency shipments from the mint have so far continued without problem.
Expansion of the High Sofia shipyards have begun.
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Meanwhile in the deep depths of the Iriadne hyperfort's sub-foundation, the reactivated Compiler node begins to scavenge for feedstock.
The insular Diodachi have gone silent, just before it was revealed by Exarch of Moca that they had conspired with and armed pirates who had attempted attacks on the Mastery. The decision was swift. Treason.
It is believed that they have unmoored their deepdock and towed it into the deeper nebula north of Vega. Perhaps they believe they can escape justice.
Scientific Report
The Future Conquistadore Program is launched on Xuanchun to make the next generation of stormtroopers.
Extended-range missiles for bombers begin development.
Noannan shipwrights have completed the design of the first High Merchanter, a donut-shaped deep sky cargo ship, its unusual shape chosen to optimize protected cargo volume.
The so-called Battlecruiser design is completed by Iriadne engineers. Midway between the capital ships and the long-suffering armored frigates they eschew the 'expeditionary' capabilities found in frigates in favor of a missile frigate's full electronic and anti-air systemry while maintaining the direct combat capability of an armored frigate.
The first prototype Mk 20 'Canyon' Strategic Umbral Rocket is complete. It is the size of a warbird, with a warhead rated at 100 megatons. It is also extremely unstealthy once fired, but fast.
Research into umbral diveships has begun. It may take several iterations to get one large enough to fire a 'Canyon'.
Foreign Relations Report
Demands for actions to secure Birnsdunf has risen Exarchates with strong popular support for deciding the 'Birnsdunf Question' include:
• Noanna
• Vega
• Hadel
• Runitan Fleet
• Karsen
Demands to fully annex Trigon On Elia, many believe that Trigon should be folded entirely into the Exarchate of Elia, especially after the embarassment at the Triumph!
An economic blockade has been enacted against Stragan! Despite some griping by other Exarchs it has passed into existence.
Military Report
The MSS Dignified Response made the long trip, starbursting close to the desert orb of Manticore. Launching dropships from the stern gate the landing forces hit dirt in the dusty outback and break out the landspeeders. By evening they've arrived at the humpbacked industrial shape of the local compiler node, believed derelict for most of two centuries. Far in the outback and deliberately censored from official maps the structure does not appear to have been disturbed.
Venturing inside the vast and complicated structures, the programmer-at-arms set up a home base and eventually find a functioning dataline. Inserting the old Cylord control worm taken from a Narbonillan archive power was progressively brought to the structure as subsystems came online. . . [A post is required]
The Exarchy of Kaiser begins to take full control over Outer Sabin. The territory seems quiet, for now. + Political Action starting next turn.
Resistance is stronger in Inner Sabin, Rouge's six-month terror campaign to starve and weaken the locals having stirred up strong feelings of anger and defiance. An insurgency is growing. + Political Action starting next turn.
Desertion and malingering is rife from the attempt to draft new formations out of Trigon POWs. Only a single legion is deemed fit to serve.
Elia takes control of Trigon, immediately moving to purge elements seen as disloyal to the Mastery and reform the government in the Mastery's image. + Economic and Political Action starting next turn.
Iriadne takes possession of the outer Trigon shells; while poor they are ideal for airbases and there are various mineheads now abandoned by their former owners. + Military action starting next turn.
Production
Xuanchun - 1 Legion Battery
Cynus - 1 Legion Battery
Aurelia - 2 Infantry Legions
Kaiser - 4 scouts
Ribeira - 1 Infantry Legion (questionable loyalty)
Narbonilla - 6 light frigates
K-44 - 2 hand-crafted Sanjak frigates
Rouge - 2 Infantry Legions
Vega - 3 scouts, 1 Interceptor sqd, 1 infantry legion
Iriadne - 1 Cyborg Infantry Legion, 2 Droid Fighter Wings
Hadel - 7 Light Frigates
Shattered Light - 1 NUT-capable armored frigate
Anyi - 20 Prestige (-4)
Aurelia - -4 Prestige (-46)
Constantia - 30 Prestige ()
Cygnus - 15 Prestige (-32)
Elia - 14 Prestige (-24)
Hadel - 16 Prestige (-55)
High Sofia - 21 Prestige (-19)
Iriadne - 27 Prestige (-16)
Jinyuan - 32 Prestige (30)
Kaiser - 5 Prestige (-5)
Karsen - 7 Prestige ()
Korodore Fleet - 15 Prestige (-12)
Moca - 7 Prestige (0)
Myrmidon Fleet - 17 Prestige (0)
Narbonilla - 41 Prestige (-11)
Noannan - 2 Prestige (-30)
Ribeira - 34 Prestige (6)
Rouge - 14 Prestige (7)
Runitan Fleet - 42 Prestige (-20)
Shattered Light - 15 Prestige (-2)
The Garden - 0 Prestige (-22)
Vega - 12 Prestige (-20)
Xuanchun - 46 Prestige (14)
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The Wilds of Magoogledorf
Q4 MM728
Magoogledorf was a cold world, especially for someone who had been born and raised in a city just over a hundred kilometres south of Anyi's equator. Still, Lieutenant Li Zhiqiang had to admit, the planet had a breathtaking charm of its own; that of nature in all its glory, largely untouched by the presence of mankind. Old growth forests such as the one his platoon was in the midst of covered much of the planet, with local settlements (most of which perhaps contained a few thousand inhabitants maximum) few and far between. As the soldiers of the Mastery trekked through the seemingly endless rows of pine and spruce, the only sounds that could be heard besides their footsteps was the whistling of the wind amongst the trees and the calls of various wildlife.
His idle musings were however suddenly broken by a message over the radio from his platoon sergeant.
"Sir. Prof's looking for you, he thinks we're close to our destination."
Professor Francesco Colombo was the head of the survey party his platoon of espadors were escorting; supposedly one of the most preeminent archaeologists amongst his peers back in Viteliu. A short journey forward through the trees soon saw Zhiqiang face to face with the middle-aged, broadly-shouldered man.
"Tenente Eduardo." The professor addressed him, using Zhiqiang's Paradisian name.
"Profesor."
Unlike with his own men, the conversation was conducted entirely in Paradisian. After all, Vitelian was closely related and thus mutually intelligible with the Mastery's lingua franca; something that made communication between the two much, much easier than in Guohua.
"I heard from my men that you think we are close?"
"Sí. Our sensors are picking up various energy readings. Faint ones, but in this environment,' the archaeologist waving a hand at the trees surrounding them, 'having any at all would be considered something worth investigating."
"Roger that. A brief water break and we'll carry on, ideally we get to the site before-"
The rest of Zhiqiang's sentence would be rudely interrupted as a bullet whizzed past them into the tree behind, throwing out a spray of splinters from the impact.
"Contact front!" came the cry from the section leader on point duty.
"Blasters up! Section Three, push forward and get the civvies behind you!" Zhiqiang barked orders out as he went prone, grabbing the Professor with him. The espadors' power armour could withstand bullet fire all day long; the same could not be said about the survey crew and their expensive equipment.
The next few minutes passed in a blur, with the loud barking of slugthrowers from the trees up ahead and the sizzling of the air from the bolts of the espador platoon's thirty-odd blasters, laying down a wall of suppressive fire downrange. As suddenly as it began, the brief firefight was swiftly over, with an eerie silence descending once over the forest.
"Any casualties?"
"Negative, LT. Couple of people got dinged, but the rounds just plinked off the armour."
"Roger that. Get Section One to check what we're dealing with, the rest of us will provide overwatch."
A few tense minutes passed as the point man slowly leopard crawled towards the direction the rifle fire had come from. With no signs of the enemy and the all clear signal given, the rest of the espador platoon slowly crept forward, survey team in tow.
"What the hell is this?"
The corpses that lay in front of Zhiqiang were humanoid in nature, but definitely not any kind of demihuman that he had come across before. Their skulls were shaped like a cross between an orc and a man, but hairless, and with hides instead of skin. Most possessed some form of leather armour or even the odd metallic breastplate, and gripped in their arms were an eclectic array of breech-loading and bolt-action slugthrowers.
"Fascinating." Professor Colombo remarked, the Vitelian archeologist having swiftly caught up with the espadors. "Well Tenente, if the energy readings before didn't confirm there was some kind of facility around here, these creatures definitely do. Some kind of mutation perhaps? Or wholly vat-grown? Smart enough to manufacture relatively advanced weaponry for a non-space faring species out in the wilderness, perhaps using the facility's resources…."
As the Professor lost himself in thought, Zhiqiang motioned to his platoon signaller.
"Get on the long range and call in back to Battalion, the higher ups need to know about this."
There were already about a dozen bodies laid on the ground before them; despite the obvious technological disparity, the lieutenant had the feeling they would need a lot more backup than just a platoon. Things had just gotten a lot more interesting….
Meanwhile, back at the heart of the Mastery presence on planet that was Castle Illrya, the garrison commander received a priority message from off-world. The text was merely three words long, but those three words would set the scene for a flurry of activity on the previously sleepy planet.
EXECUTE PLAN PHOENIX
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Exarchate of Anyi
Q1 MM729
Political: Formally (if quietly amidst the Stragan-dominated news cycle) declare the incorporation of Magoogledorf into the Exarchate of Anyi. The vast uninhabited portions of the planet are to be administered directly through the new gubernatorial seat established at Castle Illrya, whilst native settlements and their surrounding lands are to be recognised as protectorates; with Anyi assuming control of defence and foreign affairs through the stationing of local Residents whilst internal affairs are left in the hands of the various local rulers.
Economic: Magoogledorf is a sparsely populated world and with barely any heavy industry to speak of, but one rich in natural resources. Working with the locals begin expansion and modernisation of the planetary lumber and fur trade; the Exarchate gets its trade goods, the natives get jobs and an influx of capital for economic development.
Military: A further expansion of the army by 1 Regular and 1 Elite Infantry Legion is authorised to free up reinforcements for the expanding Magoogledorf garrison.
Trades In: 2 Scouts from Kaiser
Trades Out: NIL
Starting Prestige: 20
Prestige Change: 0
Q4 MM728
Magoogledorf was a cold world, especially for someone who had been born and raised in a city just over a hundred kilometres south of Anyi's equator. Still, Lieutenant Li Zhiqiang had to admit, the planet had a breathtaking charm of its own; that of nature in all its glory, largely untouched by the presence of mankind. Old growth forests such as the one his platoon was in the midst of covered much of the planet, with local settlements (most of which perhaps contained a few thousand inhabitants maximum) few and far between. As the soldiers of the Mastery trekked through the seemingly endless rows of pine and spruce, the only sounds that could be heard besides their footsteps was the whistling of the wind amongst the trees and the calls of various wildlife.
His idle musings were however suddenly broken by a message over the radio from his platoon sergeant.
"Sir. Prof's looking for you, he thinks we're close to our destination."
Professor Francesco Colombo was the head of the survey party his platoon of espadors were escorting; supposedly one of the most preeminent archaeologists amongst his peers back in Viteliu. A short journey forward through the trees soon saw Zhiqiang face to face with the middle-aged, broadly-shouldered man.
"Tenente Eduardo." The professor addressed him, using Zhiqiang's Paradisian name.
"Profesor."
Unlike with his own men, the conversation was conducted entirely in Paradisian. After all, Vitelian was closely related and thus mutually intelligible with the Mastery's lingua franca; something that made communication between the two much, much easier than in Guohua.
"I heard from my men that you think we are close?"
"Sí. Our sensors are picking up various energy readings. Faint ones, but in this environment,' the archaeologist waving a hand at the trees surrounding them, 'having any at all would be considered something worth investigating."
"Roger that. A brief water break and we'll carry on, ideally we get to the site before-"
The rest of Zhiqiang's sentence would be rudely interrupted as a bullet whizzed past them into the tree behind, throwing out a spray of splinters from the impact.
"Contact front!" came the cry from the section leader on point duty.
"Blasters up! Section Three, push forward and get the civvies behind you!" Zhiqiang barked orders out as he went prone, grabbing the Professor with him. The espadors' power armour could withstand bullet fire all day long; the same could not be said about the survey crew and their expensive equipment.
The next few minutes passed in a blur, with the loud barking of slugthrowers from the trees up ahead and the sizzling of the air from the bolts of the espador platoon's thirty-odd blasters, laying down a wall of suppressive fire downrange. As suddenly as it began, the brief firefight was swiftly over, with an eerie silence descending once over the forest.
"Any casualties?"
"Negative, LT. Couple of people got dinged, but the rounds just plinked off the armour."
"Roger that. Get Section One to check what we're dealing with, the rest of us will provide overwatch."
A few tense minutes passed as the point man slowly leopard crawled towards the direction the rifle fire had come from. With no signs of the enemy and the all clear signal given, the rest of the espador platoon slowly crept forward, survey team in tow.
"What the hell is this?"
The corpses that lay in front of Zhiqiang were humanoid in nature, but definitely not any kind of demihuman that he had come across before. Their skulls were shaped like a cross between an orc and a man, but hairless, and with hides instead of skin. Most possessed some form of leather armour or even the odd metallic breastplate, and gripped in their arms were an eclectic array of breech-loading and bolt-action slugthrowers.
"Fascinating." Professor Colombo remarked, the Vitelian archeologist having swiftly caught up with the espadors. "Well Tenente, if the energy readings before didn't confirm there was some kind of facility around here, these creatures definitely do. Some kind of mutation perhaps? Or wholly vat-grown? Smart enough to manufacture relatively advanced weaponry for a non-space faring species out in the wilderness, perhaps using the facility's resources…."
As the Professor lost himself in thought, Zhiqiang motioned to his platoon signaller.
"Get on the long range and call in back to Battalion, the higher ups need to know about this."
There were already about a dozen bodies laid on the ground before them; despite the obvious technological disparity, the lieutenant had the feeling they would need a lot more backup than just a platoon. Things had just gotten a lot more interesting….
Meanwhile, back at the heart of the Mastery presence on planet that was Castle Illrya, the garrison commander received a priority message from off-world. The text was merely three words long, but those three words would set the scene for a flurry of activity on the previously sleepy planet.
EXECUTE PLAN PHOENIX
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Exarchate of Anyi
Q1 MM729
Political: Formally (if quietly amidst the Stragan-dominated news cycle) declare the incorporation of Magoogledorf into the Exarchate of Anyi. The vast uninhabited portions of the planet are to be administered directly through the new gubernatorial seat established at Castle Illrya, whilst native settlements and their surrounding lands are to be recognised as protectorates; with Anyi assuming control of defence and foreign affairs through the stationing of local Residents whilst internal affairs are left in the hands of the various local rulers.
Economic: Magoogledorf is a sparsely populated world and with barely any heavy industry to speak of, but one rich in natural resources. Working with the locals begin expansion and modernisation of the planetary lumber and fur trade; the Exarchate gets its trade goods, the natives get jobs and an influx of capital for economic development.
Military: A further expansion of the army by 1 Regular and 1 Elite Infantry Legion is authorised to free up reinforcements for the expanding Magoogledorf garrison.
Naval Component
1x Battlefrigate
1x Battlecarrier
2x Armoured Frigates
4x Light Frigates
2x Scouts
Ground Component
1x Special Forces
1x Elite Infantry
2x Infantry Legion
1x Battlefrigate
1x Battlecarrier
2x Armoured Frigates
4x Light Frigates
2x Scouts
Ground Component
1x Special Forces
1x Elite Infantry
2x Infantry Legion
Trades In: 2 Scouts from Kaiser
Trades Out: NIL
Starting Prestige: 20
Prestige Change: 0
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Command Bunker,
Crak Gersoon,
Iriadne
"With respect, your excellency, I have exhausted my options. We do not have control. Any node of the Compiler of Souls is dangerous enough, but this Mendicant is...is..." Doctor Kireon stammered hoarsely as he labored a breath, free hand dabbing a cloth across his profusely sweating forehead. "It's cancerous in every meaning of the word. It's three generations removed from the standard type design and iterating chaotically." He paused again, gracelessly gulping down half a measure of water and wiping his mouth in his sleeve. "Its internal arrangements are haphazard. Nonsensical. I can't even fathom what's going on in the computer co- core." The doctor wobbled some and latched onto the table with an arm as the chamber attendant grabbed him by the coat to keep him on his feet. "Shut it down." He said with deathly finality. "There's no telling what it might do."
The audience, a tiny gathering of Iriadne's senior leadership, watched with genuine worry at the doctor's deteriorating state as he fought for every word. Except Exarch Tellos, creases and folds framing his immaculate snowy beard in an expression of stone cold gravity.
"I understand," the Exarch answered, imbuing his words with the regal conviction of a long tenured ruler. "You have my gratitude for your efforts, Doctor. We will discuss this further, but I wish for you to see to your condition. You will be needed yet."
Struggling through the usual platitudes the doctor was hastily ushered out, silence reigning until the blast door rolled shut again with a weighty boom. Wispy-haired Marshal Ausway breathed a sigh. "I will prepare a team."
"No, Marshal, that will not be necessary." Tellos answered coldly, eyes locked forward. To his right, his admiral's lips curled into an incredulous scowl. The Marshal locked eyes with her and subtly shook his head to dissuade her. The generals found themselves suddenly sitting mutely at attention while the civilian viziers found new interest in their drinks.
"Exarch?" the Admiral interrupted, confidence buoyed by praise heaped on her for the Circle Trigon campaign, war ribbons and a new medal gleaming in the light. "The...Mendicant is linked to the deep pile reactor independent of the fortress. If the control system is non responsive the only way to shut it down will be to sever the conduits."
"I am aware."
"You will do nothing?"
"Correct." Tellos' maintained his stony expression even if his terse replies carried undertones of irritation. Ausway was making a cutting gesture just outside his line of sight, but the admiral was determined to press on, perhaps only in spite of him.
"You heard the doctor, your excellency." She carried herself diplomatically, playing the voice of reason despite the fact she seemed to be alone in it. "The Frontier Fleet encountered rogue Compiler drones before. They are a danger. We should act to disable it before it becomes a problem. It's not needed any more. We have Circle Trigon. The threat is over."
A palm slammed down on the tabletop and the exarch's demeanor cracked, the man bearing his teeth in a caustic snarl. "It's over is it? Over?!" The Marshal hung his head and resignedly laid back in his seat, his eyes meeting the startled admiral in a way that said Now you've done it. "Things are worse now than they've ever been!" Tellos had the look of a brooding volcano, long-smoldering rage suddenly bursting to the surface. "That sophomoric bobolyne gobermouch on Elia blithely set events into motion so one vainglorious cumberground stampcrab could ruin everything for the sake of parading around a few shell-holed freighters before we actually went to war."
"You laud this glorious victory around like it's the solution to our problems! Yes, Escilliante is dead and I would kill him twice! Yes, you captured his flagship! But have you thought about how precarious a position we find ourselves in? What will happen in five years? Ten?" Tellos leapt out of his chair and it toppled over noisily as his shouts reverberated in the cavernous bunker. "We needed Neue Ollande or the Trigons to attack first! We are the weakest power in the Verge! Us! We needed to be the victim so that when the counter-attack happened the Mastery's heavy-handedness was entirely justified! Militarism seen as a response as opposed to a threat! Now that our show of force was a deception-a prelude to invasion at that- and we started shooting at Ollande first, we are the aggressors. We are the threat that Cliona and the UAN will side against. We have won one battle and now we have enemies everywhere. Our trade may never recover! The merchant marine might be under threat forever!"
Tellos circled the long table as he raved, but no matter where he was his eyes were boring holes through his admiral. "I promoted you because you were the best captain, but it's clear you still don't have any strategic sense. Trigon is ours and we find ourselves set against all of these powers, when Iriadne and Elia together can't so much as inconvenience the Ollande fleet. The Ollandians know they tipped their hand too early. It's a mistake they won't make twice and because of the way we prosecuted this conflict no one will take our side if they launch a surprise attack. They know that we rely entirely on support from East of the Great Wall. They know that we can't hold Circle Trigon just ourselves. We can only delay and fall back. Now all they have to do is wait for some damned fool to restart the war with the EEF and what do you think is going to happen when no help comes West? The likes of Neue Ollande can't hope to defeat the Mastery but they can crush us."
The exarch exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples, some of his fire spent. "So," he said, collecting himself and walking the ranks of his lieutenants and adjutants like a schoolmaster. "How many of you have thought about how to maintain this new detente for years? Decades?"
"Your excellency," The Marshal spoke after a long silence, bringing Tellos' withering gaze on himself. "While I don't belabor your point I think you may be judging Admiral Karian too harshly." The legionary generals flanking him nodded and murmured in assent regardless of their own opinions. Seconds ago the admiral might have detonated, skin flushed rage-red and jaw clamped shut as if another word would be the end of her. Now she stared, eyes bulging in shock at the idea that this insipid troll actually came to her defense when it mattered.
Tellos wound up to launch another tirade but reigned himself in as the audience started looking up. "Go on," he said. The words were an invitation but the tone was a challenge.
"The imminent threat of Ollande bombs and Trigon attacks has passed. Planning and evaluation of longer term scenarios on the levels you speak of has happened. We are cognizant of the strategic situation."
"And your conclusion?"
"If war with the EEF began tomorrow our odds for survival border on impossible." He let the words fall like a bomb. The ministers shot probing glances across at each other while the military panel collectively frowned. He gestured towards Admiral Karian in an unspoken invitation to elaborate.
"Since the war- the civil war- Neue Ollande in particular has been militarizing to take advantage of our regional weakness and the power vacuum." She stumbled over the first few words and found her stride. "The dreadnought fleet was built to do exactly what we did to Circle Trigon, with the most likely targets being Gamarte or Elia and then isolating the fortress at Iriadne for later siege as opposed to direct attack. Our only workable strategy, in the face of a crisis East of the Great Wall that prevents a military response, is deterrence. That deterrence will rely on forming a fleet in being of a size enough that they cannot launch an invasion without exposing themselves to counterattack, even if we never intend to actually do so."
Marshal Ausway rested his case and folded his hands on the gleaming hardwood. "Seeing your opinions on the situation, your excellency, will I presume that you intend to use the current levels of enemy mobilization to draw out this military expansion as long as possible to service these ends?" The secretary of the treasury hung her head despairingly.
"Correct." Tellos glowered, but the challenge had been offered, accepted and passed. "I will hear more on this particular matter later. For now...return to your business. I believe nothing more will be accomplished today. I will have you here tomorrow to finish."
A chorus of murmuring erupted out as the gathering broke up and filed out of the space. The Marshal stayed seated until everyone else had gone, leaving Iriadne's only full admiral tapping the table with a knuckle while staring him down.
"I don't understand you at all," she said after everyone else had gone out of earshot.
"A thank you will suffice," Ausway answered with his characteristic vanishing smile.
"Is that it? I owe you a favor now?" She threw her hands up. "...you know what? Fine. I will owe you one favor."
"Politics will be the end of you, woman." The Marshal sounded almost disappointed. "There's more to being a flag officer than simply the job. You've only been an admiral eight years. You do not insult someone like Auros Tellos like that. He won't forget it." It seemed impossible, but it dawned on Karian that maybe he was actually being earnest instead of serving some inscrutable ends.
"Explain."
"That man has been the Exarch of Iriadne longer than either of us has been alive." Ausway was easily thirty years senior over his counterpart, leaning dangerously into the category of 'should have retired a decade ago'. "The Exarch of a former Cylord stronghold and the Cylords used these compiler nodes constantly. It's most likely why they built the fortress here to begin with. There are centuries of records and logs. The man's entire life's work is entwined in this place and you talked down to him about whether or not he grasps the risks."
"Understood, but I meant the first part."
The Marshal chuckled a little. "Politics? It's simple. If the fleet continues to expand there will be a second admiral, perhaps a third. You will have your suspicions but you will never know if any of them will be placed in command over you. They will be people with their own ambitions and they might just marginalize you to service their own ends, or force you out."
"Is that a lesson from your twenty year tenure on Narbonilla?"
Ausway didn't answer, though it was a sore spot she'd identified in one of their earlier spats. She'd chosen the Frontier Fleet, but virtually every career officer from the army had been born in the Verge or banished from the core worlds for one reason or another. There wasn't any glory in commanding or even being part of some podunk garrison in the middle of nowhere.
"I like you, Karian. I would hate for Tellos to supplant you with someone much less interesting." Then he finally gathered his things and left, leaving the admiral alone to wonder if he actually meant it.
***
Q1 MM729 Actions:
Political: Auros Tellos begins to reestablish disrupted government and civil services on the Decius and Tercius Trigon shells.
Economy: Battlecruiser!
War Economy: Battlecruiser!
Compiler: Battlecruiser!
Military (Iriadne): Even with the war winding down, calls to fill new regiments haven't diminished as Iriadne moves to fill the need for soldiers to garrison Circle Trigon.
Military: (Circle Trigon): After returning from Narbonilla, Nine Tenths of the Law departs with escorts for parts unknown. (Space adventure!)
Crak Gersoon,
Iriadne
"With respect, your excellency, I have exhausted my options. We do not have control. Any node of the Compiler of Souls is dangerous enough, but this Mendicant is...is..." Doctor Kireon stammered hoarsely as he labored a breath, free hand dabbing a cloth across his profusely sweating forehead. "It's cancerous in every meaning of the word. It's three generations removed from the standard type design and iterating chaotically." He paused again, gracelessly gulping down half a measure of water and wiping his mouth in his sleeve. "Its internal arrangements are haphazard. Nonsensical. I can't even fathom what's going on in the computer co- core." The doctor wobbled some and latched onto the table with an arm as the chamber attendant grabbed him by the coat to keep him on his feet. "Shut it down." He said with deathly finality. "There's no telling what it might do."
The audience, a tiny gathering of Iriadne's senior leadership, watched with genuine worry at the doctor's deteriorating state as he fought for every word. Except Exarch Tellos, creases and folds framing his immaculate snowy beard in an expression of stone cold gravity.
"I understand," the Exarch answered, imbuing his words with the regal conviction of a long tenured ruler. "You have my gratitude for your efforts, Doctor. We will discuss this further, but I wish for you to see to your condition. You will be needed yet."
Struggling through the usual platitudes the doctor was hastily ushered out, silence reigning until the blast door rolled shut again with a weighty boom. Wispy-haired Marshal Ausway breathed a sigh. "I will prepare a team."
"No, Marshal, that will not be necessary." Tellos answered coldly, eyes locked forward. To his right, his admiral's lips curled into an incredulous scowl. The Marshal locked eyes with her and subtly shook his head to dissuade her. The generals found themselves suddenly sitting mutely at attention while the civilian viziers found new interest in their drinks.
"Exarch?" the Admiral interrupted, confidence buoyed by praise heaped on her for the Circle Trigon campaign, war ribbons and a new medal gleaming in the light. "The...Mendicant is linked to the deep pile reactor independent of the fortress. If the control system is non responsive the only way to shut it down will be to sever the conduits."
"I am aware."
"You will do nothing?"
"Correct." Tellos' maintained his stony expression even if his terse replies carried undertones of irritation. Ausway was making a cutting gesture just outside his line of sight, but the admiral was determined to press on, perhaps only in spite of him.
"You heard the doctor, your excellency." She carried herself diplomatically, playing the voice of reason despite the fact she seemed to be alone in it. "The Frontier Fleet encountered rogue Compiler drones before. They are a danger. We should act to disable it before it becomes a problem. It's not needed any more. We have Circle Trigon. The threat is over."
A palm slammed down on the tabletop and the exarch's demeanor cracked, the man bearing his teeth in a caustic snarl. "It's over is it? Over?!" The Marshal hung his head and resignedly laid back in his seat, his eyes meeting the startled admiral in a way that said Now you've done it. "Things are worse now than they've ever been!" Tellos had the look of a brooding volcano, long-smoldering rage suddenly bursting to the surface. "That sophomoric bobolyne gobermouch on Elia blithely set events into motion so one vainglorious cumberground stampcrab could ruin everything for the sake of parading around a few shell-holed freighters before we actually went to war."
"You laud this glorious victory around like it's the solution to our problems! Yes, Escilliante is dead and I would kill him twice! Yes, you captured his flagship! But have you thought about how precarious a position we find ourselves in? What will happen in five years? Ten?" Tellos leapt out of his chair and it toppled over noisily as his shouts reverberated in the cavernous bunker. "We needed Neue Ollande or the Trigons to attack first! We are the weakest power in the Verge! Us! We needed to be the victim so that when the counter-attack happened the Mastery's heavy-handedness was entirely justified! Militarism seen as a response as opposed to a threat! Now that our show of force was a deception-a prelude to invasion at that- and we started shooting at Ollande first, we are the aggressors. We are the threat that Cliona and the UAN will side against. We have won one battle and now we have enemies everywhere. Our trade may never recover! The merchant marine might be under threat forever!"
Tellos circled the long table as he raved, but no matter where he was his eyes were boring holes through his admiral. "I promoted you because you were the best captain, but it's clear you still don't have any strategic sense. Trigon is ours and we find ourselves set against all of these powers, when Iriadne and Elia together can't so much as inconvenience the Ollande fleet. The Ollandians know they tipped their hand too early. It's a mistake they won't make twice and because of the way we prosecuted this conflict no one will take our side if they launch a surprise attack. They know that we rely entirely on support from East of the Great Wall. They know that we can't hold Circle Trigon just ourselves. We can only delay and fall back. Now all they have to do is wait for some damned fool to restart the war with the EEF and what do you think is going to happen when no help comes West? The likes of Neue Ollande can't hope to defeat the Mastery but they can crush us."
The exarch exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples, some of his fire spent. "So," he said, collecting himself and walking the ranks of his lieutenants and adjutants like a schoolmaster. "How many of you have thought about how to maintain this new detente for years? Decades?"
"Your excellency," The Marshal spoke after a long silence, bringing Tellos' withering gaze on himself. "While I don't belabor your point I think you may be judging Admiral Karian too harshly." The legionary generals flanking him nodded and murmured in assent regardless of their own opinions. Seconds ago the admiral might have detonated, skin flushed rage-red and jaw clamped shut as if another word would be the end of her. Now she stared, eyes bulging in shock at the idea that this insipid troll actually came to her defense when it mattered.
Tellos wound up to launch another tirade but reigned himself in as the audience started looking up. "Go on," he said. The words were an invitation but the tone was a challenge.
"The imminent threat of Ollande bombs and Trigon attacks has passed. Planning and evaluation of longer term scenarios on the levels you speak of has happened. We are cognizant of the strategic situation."
"And your conclusion?"
"If war with the EEF began tomorrow our odds for survival border on impossible." He let the words fall like a bomb. The ministers shot probing glances across at each other while the military panel collectively frowned. He gestured towards Admiral Karian in an unspoken invitation to elaborate.
"Since the war- the civil war- Neue Ollande in particular has been militarizing to take advantage of our regional weakness and the power vacuum." She stumbled over the first few words and found her stride. "The dreadnought fleet was built to do exactly what we did to Circle Trigon, with the most likely targets being Gamarte or Elia and then isolating the fortress at Iriadne for later siege as opposed to direct attack. Our only workable strategy, in the face of a crisis East of the Great Wall that prevents a military response, is deterrence. That deterrence will rely on forming a fleet in being of a size enough that they cannot launch an invasion without exposing themselves to counterattack, even if we never intend to actually do so."
Marshal Ausway rested his case and folded his hands on the gleaming hardwood. "Seeing your opinions on the situation, your excellency, will I presume that you intend to use the current levels of enemy mobilization to draw out this military expansion as long as possible to service these ends?" The secretary of the treasury hung her head despairingly.
"Correct." Tellos glowered, but the challenge had been offered, accepted and passed. "I will hear more on this particular matter later. For now...return to your business. I believe nothing more will be accomplished today. I will have you here tomorrow to finish."
A chorus of murmuring erupted out as the gathering broke up and filed out of the space. The Marshal stayed seated until everyone else had gone, leaving Iriadne's only full admiral tapping the table with a knuckle while staring him down.
"I don't understand you at all," she said after everyone else had gone out of earshot.
"A thank you will suffice," Ausway answered with his characteristic vanishing smile.
"Is that it? I owe you a favor now?" She threw her hands up. "...you know what? Fine. I will owe you one favor."
"Politics will be the end of you, woman." The Marshal sounded almost disappointed. "There's more to being a flag officer than simply the job. You've only been an admiral eight years. You do not insult someone like Auros Tellos like that. He won't forget it." It seemed impossible, but it dawned on Karian that maybe he was actually being earnest instead of serving some inscrutable ends.
"Explain."
"That man has been the Exarch of Iriadne longer than either of us has been alive." Ausway was easily thirty years senior over his counterpart, leaning dangerously into the category of 'should have retired a decade ago'. "The Exarch of a former Cylord stronghold and the Cylords used these compiler nodes constantly. It's most likely why they built the fortress here to begin with. There are centuries of records and logs. The man's entire life's work is entwined in this place and you talked down to him about whether or not he grasps the risks."
"Understood, but I meant the first part."
The Marshal chuckled a little. "Politics? It's simple. If the fleet continues to expand there will be a second admiral, perhaps a third. You will have your suspicions but you will never know if any of them will be placed in command over you. They will be people with their own ambitions and they might just marginalize you to service their own ends, or force you out."
"Is that a lesson from your twenty year tenure on Narbonilla?"
Ausway didn't answer, though it was a sore spot she'd identified in one of their earlier spats. She'd chosen the Frontier Fleet, but virtually every career officer from the army had been born in the Verge or banished from the core worlds for one reason or another. There wasn't any glory in commanding or even being part of some podunk garrison in the middle of nowhere.
"I like you, Karian. I would hate for Tellos to supplant you with someone much less interesting." Then he finally gathered his things and left, leaving the admiral alone to wonder if he actually meant it.
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Q1 MM729 Actions:
Political: Auros Tellos begins to reestablish disrupted government and civil services on the Decius and Tercius Trigon shells.
Economy: Battlecruiser!
War Economy: Battlecruiser!
Compiler: Battlecruiser!
Military (Iriadne): Even with the war winding down, calls to fill new regiments haven't diminished as Iriadne moves to fill the need for soldiers to garrison Circle Trigon.
Military: (Circle Trigon): After returning from Narbonilla, Nine Tenths of the Law departs with escorts for parts unknown. (Space adventure!)
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Exarch Lorenzo Anzion - Kaiser
Political Action: Exarch Lorenzo Anzion makes a formal, official (which is to say technically unofficial given the way the Mastery's opaque politics works but still) bid for the office of General Secretary for Cultural Conservation as the previous holder effects a genuine honest-to-Rmaster retirement. While not one of the more outright prestigious offices available -no massive fleets or armies of assassins come with the post, just a small corps of political officers and various sub-bureaus- he firmly believes it's a worthwhile fixer upper that plays strongly to his personal skillset. And he's finally confident enough, given his performance on the Ollande front and on Sabin (as much of a mess as it was) to make his play. Largely concerned with maintaining morale and loyalty within the Mastery, the secretariat has, in recent years, concerned itself primarily with state propaganda, educational oversight, and censorship. Acting as a kind of mortar to the fragmented remnants of the Mastery. Lorenzo sees the value in this, especially in a time of conflicting private agendas and surging public enthusiasm for the Reconquista.
Political Action: As part of the push for the post of General Secretary for Cultural Conservation, Lorenzo's PR people put together an itinerary and a slick media packet for the benefit of the Mastery's labyrinthine, autocratic political apparatus. The layer of analysts, organizers, and intermediaries who sway and gauge the moods of- not the Exarchs themselves, no but their advisers, their adjutants, the people who shape their opinions. There's talk shows to be hosted on, interviews to give, formal dinners to attend, and aging apparatchiks to get roaring drunk with. Some might find this agonizing drudgery. But Exarch Anzion has always been good at navigating the people who make up the machine. [+Prestige]
Political Action (Outer Sabin): A new government to be founded at Puerto Pelícano, the largest population center in the consolidated territories of Outer Sabin. A harbor with easy (or at least plausible) access to the great ring of aether-islands now hosting Exarchate Kaiser forces. To the fishing villages and rain forests and rivers that thunder down into the open sky in sprays of white mist and rainbow arcs that Exarch Anzion now finds within his control. The official determination is that Outer Sabin will be incorporated into Kaiser's territories as a protectorate, a semi-autonomous dependent with access to Kaiser's markets, government directorates, sky-shipping, and education systems. Administered by Sabinites, but defended by Exarchate military forces with a large diplomatic contingent from the homeland. A formalization of a fact- material and economic aid from Kaiser in the runup to and aftermath of the annexation is one of the few things keeping Outer Sabin upright.
Economic Action: Exceedingly pleased with the first four Scouts out of the skydocks and the success of the modular, mobile shipyard system gifted to them by Korodore (especially in conjunction with their significant static defenses), Kaiser continues Scout manufacture. A second production run, with another two vessels slated for transfer to Exarch Wenguang.
Military Action: As Kaiser forces return to their garrisons and patrol routes it is finally time to begin the- not reformation, "reformation" and "reorganization" have a way of sounding like "purge" to career military men, especially in the Mastery. No, it's time to begin the re-evaluation of Mastery doctrine as it stands. With five years of hindsight on the Civil War and Enduscaran Invasion plus fresh data from Sword & Scepter, Trigon, and Sabin there is a wealth of information at Kaiser's disposal. The challenges Exarchate forces face have changed, and the underlying military assumptions of a unified command, dreadnought-forced decisive battle, and a near-inexhaustible well of magical support, infantry, and other Helpful Things no longer necessarily hold true. While Exarch Anzion has little aptitude for military matters, he has a great deal of trust in Fleet Admiral Maximilian Krause and General of the Army Alex Falcioni- and in the combined ability of his Central Committee. The goal of this project is ultimately to break the Kaiser Officer Corps of behaviors that have become unfortunate Bad Habits since the Invasion (perhaps once useful or sensible or simply tolerabe but now introducing creeping error). To develop strategies that highlight Kaiser's wealth of capital ships, its legionary reserves, and certain allies (like Citadel Terror). And identify new technologies and resources that would assist in the execution of these strategies (that Lorenzo can then attempt to secure from Exarchs like vei Kohlail, de Carvajal, and the like).
1x Battlefrigate MSS Fen-Dweller
2x Dreadnought Division (MSS And Dusk Drew Near, MSS Encroaching Terror, MSS A Red Forest in the Rain, MSS Arc of History, MSS Ultragrendel, MSS Conqueror of the Dawn)
8x Light Frigate (MSS Aether Raptor, MSS Lone Obelisk, MSS That Savage Coast, MSS Sweet Sanguine, MSS Charlotte the Butcher, MSS Tenebrous Kraken, MSS Cindermaker, MSS Hellhound)
4x Missile Frigate (MSS Ysengrimus II, MSS Reynard, MSS Helena who Fell into Shadow, MSS Incarnadine)
2x Scouts (MSS Ceaseless Watcher, MSS Lanternglass)
2x Regular Infantry (1st Kaiser Mechanized Legion "Coyotes", 2nd Kaiser Mechanized Legion "Ash-Tigers")
2x Elite Infantry (1st Kaiser Skyborne Legion "The Rookery", 2nd Kaiser Skyborne Legion "Lammergeier")
1x Special Forces (1st Kaiser Intervention Battalion "Hierophant Jackal")
2x Armored Legion (1st Kaiser Armored Legion "Crocodilian", 2nd Kaiser Armored Legion "Nemean")
2x Legion Battery (1st Kaiser Support Legion "War Ghouls", 2nd Kaiser Support Legion "Carcharodon")
4x Interceptor Wing (1st Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Brandenburg", 2nd Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Jahde", 3rd Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Teutoburg", 4th Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Eiger")
1x Bomber Wing (1st Kaiser Bomber Wing "Karwendel")
2x Dreadnought Division (MSS And Dusk Drew Near, MSS Encroaching Terror, MSS A Red Forest in the Rain, MSS Arc of History, MSS Ultragrendel, MSS Conqueror of the Dawn)
8x Light Frigate (MSS Aether Raptor, MSS Lone Obelisk, MSS That Savage Coast, MSS Sweet Sanguine, MSS Charlotte the Butcher, MSS Tenebrous Kraken, MSS Cindermaker, MSS Hellhound)
4x Missile Frigate (MSS Ysengrimus II, MSS Reynard, MSS Helena who Fell into Shadow, MSS Incarnadine)
2x Scouts (MSS Ceaseless Watcher, MSS Lanternglass)
2x Regular Infantry (1st Kaiser Mechanized Legion "Coyotes", 2nd Kaiser Mechanized Legion "Ash-Tigers")
2x Elite Infantry (1st Kaiser Skyborne Legion "The Rookery", 2nd Kaiser Skyborne Legion "Lammergeier")
1x Special Forces (1st Kaiser Intervention Battalion "Hierophant Jackal")
2x Armored Legion (1st Kaiser Armored Legion "Crocodilian", 2nd Kaiser Armored Legion "Nemean")
2x Legion Battery (1st Kaiser Support Legion "War Ghouls", 2nd Kaiser Support Legion "Carcharodon")
4x Interceptor Wing (1st Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Brandenburg", 2nd Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Jahde", 3rd Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Teutoburg", 4th Kaiser Interceptor Wing "Eiger")
1x Bomber Wing (1st Kaiser Bomber Wing "Karwendel")
Trades: 4 Scouts produced. Transfer 2 Scouts to Exarch Wenguang/Anyi (@Bucephalus). Remaining 2 added to Kaiser OOB.
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Raptor Activity 1 - Little Raptor
Cadmus Cagan was never meant to be an Exarch. His six other brothers were raised and groomed by their father to properly take the title when the time come, leaving him to be raised by his mother. The universe, however, seemed to disagree. When the Lord of Raptor Rock died, his six well-groomed sons slowly followed him one by one, greatly frustrating the bureaucratic officers of the Mastery for having to change things around again and again. Thus, the title of the Exarch fell to a confusing young man and began the adventure of Exarch Cadmus Cagan of Raptor Rock, more commonly known as Cadmus, the Clueless.
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The patrol fleet of Central Sabin was rather alarmed when a huge signal was detected approaching them. From the gigantic signal, various smaller signals appeared. A sizable fleet surrounded the giant signal which finally identified itself as Raptor Base. The Exarch of Raptor had arrived.
Slowly descending onto the reserved landing site was a shuttle with the marking of house Cagan, surrounded by six strange warmachines in black, the size of a warbird, a special combat mech of House Cagan, the Bird of Prey. Each machine touched down, surrounding the shuttle. From the opening hatch of the craft, a squad of Raptor Royal Guards stepped out of form a line, protecting the following figures. First was an old man in Rouge Diplomat Uniform. His well-groomed white beard and hair lend him the appearance of a kind, wise man. The second was woman in a long elegant black halter dress with long golden hair and dark, glittering markings around her golden eyes. The two were greeted by a Rouge Officer along with the local garrison. "Lord Cyrus. Lady Agata. Welcome to Sabin."
"Major Rosco." The old man, Cyrus, reached out to shake hands with Officer. "Good to see you're still in one piece."
"So do I, sir." Rosco nodded and turned to greet the beautiful lady who seemed to still retain her youth despite being a mother of 7 and her last remaining son was already a young man. Lady Agata greeted with a little bow and Rosco returned the gesture before accepting her hand, kissing it as a gentleman should. "Lady Agata. I hope you'll find our accommodation pleasing for your stay."
Agata just nodded with a mild and gentle smile.
Rosco stretched himself up and look around, trying to find the last guest on his list. "So... Where's Lord Exarch? Is he not with you?"
Cyrus gestured to one of the gigantic Bird of Prey as a squad of Raptor Royal Guards was helping someone getting down from the machine. Finally, on the ground, the pilot approached the 3 individuals. Dressed in fancy black and silver trim of Raptor Navy Uniform, decorated heavily and with a saber hanging from his side but wearing an expression of anxiety. With golden eyes and short, fluffy blond hair, the young man was clearly his mother's son. Cadmus Cagan stepped forward to meet the Rouge Officer.
"Lord Exarch." Rosco reached out for a handshake and the young man accepted. "Thank you for coming all the way to Sabin. I'm sure our lord would be appreciated of your help."
"Uh... Yeah. Thank you, sir." The young Cadmus nodded, unsure what to say. "Well... He was willing to talk to an ex-pirate like my family and no one else seemed to want to talk to me apart from him so..."
Rosco laughed, earning a secret unhappy glance from Lady Agata. The major tapped the young exarch on both shoulders. "There is no need to call me, sir. I am just a major and you are an exarch. It was I who was supposed to call you lord. I'm sure Lord Decimus saw something in you. I hope we can be friends. Rouge sure could use a few friends right now, especially with the situation on Sabin."
Cadmus Cagan was never meant to be an Exarch. His six other brothers were raised and groomed by their father to properly take the title when the time come, leaving him to be raised by his mother. The universe, however, seemed to disagree. When the Lord of Raptor Rock died, his six well-groomed sons slowly followed him one by one, greatly frustrating the bureaucratic officers of the Mastery for having to change things around again and again. Thus, the title of the Exarch fell to a confusing young man and began the adventure of Exarch Cadmus Cagan of Raptor Rock, more commonly known as Cadmus, the Clueless.
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The patrol fleet of Central Sabin was rather alarmed when a huge signal was detected approaching them. From the gigantic signal, various smaller signals appeared. A sizable fleet surrounded the giant signal which finally identified itself as Raptor Base. The Exarch of Raptor had arrived.
Slowly descending onto the reserved landing site was a shuttle with the marking of house Cagan, surrounded by six strange warmachines in black, the size of a warbird, a special combat mech of House Cagan, the Bird of Prey. Each machine touched down, surrounding the shuttle. From the opening hatch of the craft, a squad of Raptor Royal Guards stepped out of form a line, protecting the following figures. First was an old man in Rouge Diplomat Uniform. His well-groomed white beard and hair lend him the appearance of a kind, wise man. The second was woman in a long elegant black halter dress with long golden hair and dark, glittering markings around her golden eyes. The two were greeted by a Rouge Officer along with the local garrison. "Lord Cyrus. Lady Agata. Welcome to Sabin."
"Major Rosco." The old man, Cyrus, reached out to shake hands with Officer. "Good to see you're still in one piece."
"So do I, sir." Rosco nodded and turned to greet the beautiful lady who seemed to still retain her youth despite being a mother of 7 and her last remaining son was already a young man. Lady Agata greeted with a little bow and Rosco returned the gesture before accepting her hand, kissing it as a gentleman should. "Lady Agata. I hope you'll find our accommodation pleasing for your stay."
Agata just nodded with a mild and gentle smile.
Rosco stretched himself up and look around, trying to find the last guest on his list. "So... Where's Lord Exarch? Is he not with you?"
Cyrus gestured to one of the gigantic Bird of Prey as a squad of Raptor Royal Guards was helping someone getting down from the machine. Finally, on the ground, the pilot approached the 3 individuals. Dressed in fancy black and silver trim of Raptor Navy Uniform, decorated heavily and with a saber hanging from his side but wearing an expression of anxiety. With golden eyes and short, fluffy blond hair, the young man was clearly his mother's son. Cadmus Cagan stepped forward to meet the Rouge Officer.
"Lord Exarch." Rosco reached out for a handshake and the young man accepted. "Thank you for coming all the way to Sabin. I'm sure our lord would be appreciated of your help."
"Uh... Yeah. Thank you, sir." The young Cadmus nodded, unsure what to say. "Well... He was willing to talk to an ex-pirate like my family and no one else seemed to want to talk to me apart from him so..."
Rosco laughed, earning a secret unhappy glance from Lady Agata. The major tapped the young exarch on both shoulders. "There is no need to call me, sir. I am just a major and you are an exarch. It was I who was supposed to call you lord. I'm sure Lord Decimus saw something in you. I hope we can be friends. Rouge sure could use a few friends right now, especially with the situation on Sabin."
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Raptor Activity 1.1 Trouble in Sabin
"So... In conclusion, Lord Decimus attacked Sabin, took half of it which is the Central Sabin while the other half, the Outer Sabin, went to Lord Lorenzo of Kaisar who sponsored Sabin resistance and now peoples of Central Sabin don't like their situation and things are not looking good for Lord Decimus..." The young exarch sighed as he summarized the situation at his hands. After a good night's rest at Raptor Embassy, Cadmus wanted to get right into the business of why he came to Sabin. The little breakfast with Ambassador Cyrus and Major Rosco helped set the stage for their discussion. Cadmus scratched his fluffy blond hair, making it even fluffier before his mother stepped in behind him and began to help comb her son's hair.
"Uh... It's ok, mother. My hair is always messy like this." The boy was quite embarrassed that his mother still seemed to treat him like a child even though he was already an exarch...even if he was made one accidentally.
Laday Agata didn't seem to mind her son's words and continued to run her fingers through his soft, silky hair, like that of her own. She stroked his head like she always did when he was little.
The two Rouge Officials couldn't help but grinned a little and decided to just continued their discussion as if nothing happened. Ambassador Cyrus scratched as he contemplated the young exarch's words. "To put it bluntly, yes, Little Raptor. You nailed it right in the head."
As a young lord of Raptor Rock, the nickname of Little Raptor was much better than his other title. The term was originally used by his mother and spread among the people. Cadmus sighed some more. "I find it hard to help you guys with any of this. I mean you just smacked Sabin in the face and occupied their stuff. I'm surprised they didn't go berserk and started blowing everything up rather than letting you take their home. I guess they still love their lives enough to endure all this. Either that or they are waiting to get you back."
"The Sabin Terrorists are causing trouble for us, Lord." Major Rosco tapped the table. "I hate to break it to you but-"
"I know. I know." Cadmus raised his palmed and sighed, again. "Though I'm not very good with the subject of history, I still know how nations can rise to power. Conquest is a common occurrence. Even the Mastery came to power through various conquests by the Rmaster and now those people became part of this great body and with pride too."
The boy scratched his head again. "Look. I know it's the destiny of the Mastery to rule all but I don't think we should expect people to like or go along with this notion so easily."
After more sighing, Cadmus nodded. "I will help, alright. The longer the people of Sabin continued to hate us, the more everyone will suffer. Even if Lord Decimus is to let them go right now, I bet some other Exarchs would quickly show up with their army to gobbled up Sabin for themselves. One way or the other, the Mastery is going to have this place."
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Action
The fleet of Raptor Rock is to assist Rouge Occupation Fleet in peacekeeping operation except for the Bird of Prey squad which will be put to research by Raptor's Scientist. The ground forces will be occupying Raptor Rock except for the Elite Infantry who will be guarding the Exarch of Raptor while he's on Sabin.
"So... In conclusion, Lord Decimus attacked Sabin, took half of it which is the Central Sabin while the other half, the Outer Sabin, went to Lord Lorenzo of Kaisar who sponsored Sabin resistance and now peoples of Central Sabin don't like their situation and things are not looking good for Lord Decimus..." The young exarch sighed as he summarized the situation at his hands. After a good night's rest at Raptor Embassy, Cadmus wanted to get right into the business of why he came to Sabin. The little breakfast with Ambassador Cyrus and Major Rosco helped set the stage for their discussion. Cadmus scratched his fluffy blond hair, making it even fluffier before his mother stepped in behind him and began to help comb her son's hair.
"Uh... It's ok, mother. My hair is always messy like this." The boy was quite embarrassed that his mother still seemed to treat him like a child even though he was already an exarch...even if he was made one accidentally.
Laday Agata didn't seem to mind her son's words and continued to run her fingers through his soft, silky hair, like that of her own. She stroked his head like she always did when he was little.
The two Rouge Officials couldn't help but grinned a little and decided to just continued their discussion as if nothing happened. Ambassador Cyrus scratched as he contemplated the young exarch's words. "To put it bluntly, yes, Little Raptor. You nailed it right in the head."
As a young lord of Raptor Rock, the nickname of Little Raptor was much better than his other title. The term was originally used by his mother and spread among the people. Cadmus sighed some more. "I find it hard to help you guys with any of this. I mean you just smacked Sabin in the face and occupied their stuff. I'm surprised they didn't go berserk and started blowing everything up rather than letting you take their home. I guess they still love their lives enough to endure all this. Either that or they are waiting to get you back."
"The Sabin Terrorists are causing trouble for us, Lord." Major Rosco tapped the table. "I hate to break it to you but-"
"I know. I know." Cadmus raised his palmed and sighed, again. "Though I'm not very good with the subject of history, I still know how nations can rise to power. Conquest is a common occurrence. Even the Mastery came to power through various conquests by the Rmaster and now those people became part of this great body and with pride too."
The boy scratched his head again. "Look. I know it's the destiny of the Mastery to rule all but I don't think we should expect people to like or go along with this notion so easily."
After more sighing, Cadmus nodded. "I will help, alright. The longer the people of Sabin continued to hate us, the more everyone will suffer. Even if Lord Decimus is to let them go right now, I bet some other Exarchs would quickly show up with their army to gobbled up Sabin for themselves. One way or the other, the Mastery is going to have this place."
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Action
- Combine 3 Actions of Political, Economy and Espionage to reduce the hostility the people of Central Sabin held toward Rouge Occupation. Under the legitimate act of coming to do business at Sabin, hiring the locals to come work for at the Exarch of Raptor while slowly plant the idea of the inevitability of the Mastery into those who came into contact with Raptor Officials, to help the people of Sabin ease in with the idea that some Exarch would eventually come to take Sabin for themselves and the Mastery, one way or the other and that fighting them wouldn't achieve anything much. In the meantime, mingle with the locals and watch for the sign of the Sabin Resistance, planting spies and infiltrators to get to the bottom of the resistance to root them out.
- Research: The prototype Bird of Preys are mighty next-gen warbirds but there seemed to be a reason why this great machine wasn't implemented into the main force of the mastery. The Bird of Preys are to be researched and figure out what's wrong with it, why is it better than the normal warbird, and how to produce more at a reasonable price and effort.
- Military: Finding the Army of Raptor to be a little lacking, the young exarch commissioned more ground forces to be raised, starting from 1 Regular Infantry then 1 Elite Infantry so he can properly commission 1 Special Force.
The fleet of Raptor Rock is to assist Rouge Occupation Fleet in peacekeeping operation except for the Bird of Prey squad which will be put to research by Raptor's Scientist. The ground forces will be occupying Raptor Rock except for the Elite Infantry who will be guarding the Exarch of Raptor while he's on Sabin.
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TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
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Outer Sabin - Inauguration
Simón Salazar is in trouble. Irrevocable, catastrophic, trouble of such mass and magnitude that it doesn't really internalize. Can't really be reduced in a way to make it digestible, comprehensible. He feels like some antique form of life sitting on its scaly haunches, staring up as the point of light in the distance grows from a pinprick to a fist-sized splotch to a starburst spray of flames and atmospheric ignition. He feels like a man in one of those old aetherdivers, the skyspheres, dropping and dropping and dropping into the belly of that great vast empty as chains rattle and groan and strain over his head. As something the size of a shell eyes him from below. Aware that, yes, things are perhaps not ideal but without words to articulate his feelings on the subject beyond "Ah, bad, very bad, very very bad" which feels so inadequate as to be ridiculous. He's not even sure where he went wrong precisely. Taking the job in the first place perhaps...but he doesn't really feel it's fair to fault him for that. In a larger nation, on a bigger world sure Secretary of the Fishery Service might not have been much of a post. A subordinate portfolio, folded into the stock of some infinitely larger bureaucratic monster. But on here Sabin, small and adrift between hulking, overgrown shells and great fans of aetheric clouds, it mattered. Here on Sabin it affected everyone and De Leon trusting him enough to make the offer all those years back had been a mark of pride.
At the time.
But no, pride or no, he had been good at it. Good at keeping his piece of the machine moving, the gears greased, the boats out and the food and money in. He'd authorized conservation studies and filed them diligently. Managed the stocks and kept his numbers neat. Most importantly he'd been able to negotiate, navigate the twining, tangling sprawl of households that formed the basal layer of Sabin society. The interweave of blood and bond and layered strata of personal history that framed everything. Oh they complained about him sure, they complained about the caps and the restrictions and the mandates and even the aid when it came. But they had still mostly obeyed. They'd understood that he understood. And when there was a little windfall, under the table or over, they'd take their share and the whole machine would rumble on.
But that didn't mean he was cut out for this. Not here, not now. That didn't mean that he'd do this, not for them. Maybe not even for De Leon, even if -he thought with a swift stab of almost nauseous grief- he hadn't gone down with his ship. Body still buried in the rubble of the Presidential Palace, the rest of Rosario a smoking ruin. There must be someone else. Anyone else. There had to be.
"I...," he started, bland and urbane, already hating himself as he searched through his list of names, trying to find a likely suspect, "Why me may I ask? Surely Secretary Flores would-"
"She told us to go fuck ourselves first. Then told us she wanted State," the nonbinary across the table says frankly, utterly unselfconsciously. They shrug. "Recommended you actually. And before you suggest Secretary Reyes we think he's gone back to Central Sabin, to organize resistance operations there."
Salazar closes his eyes for a second and tries to keep the smile fixed on his face; the absurd feeling of indignation and betrayal down. He does an admirable job for the most part.
The (technically) current Secretary of the Sabin Isle Fishery Service, and (nightmarishly) prospective President of "Outer Sabin" thinks of himself as a worldly man. Deeply tanned and lean featured, he's managed to carry the long stripe of encroaching grey in his hair as something like a fashion statement. The salt in his thick, immaculately styled mustache as an accent. He sweats only a little in the heavy noonday heat just outside the Ambassador Hotel, this nerve center of the Kaiser occupation. And -parched as his mouth is- does not seize and drain the pitcher of cold tea sitting by his half-empty cup, which he believes is a masterful demonstration of self-control. Graduate of the Isle's one university (now also gutted, he thinks with another sudden, sickening surge of pain- an emotional punch to the kidneys, a hard knee to the groin). He has traveled across every part of his home islands, swam its rivers, explored its skies. He can adequately crew a fishing trawler and handle himself with a hunting rifle. He has two wives and one husband, and six children raised between them and he loves his household dearly. Since his arrival in Puerto Pelícano, after the invaders from Rouge broke through the thin defenses and started shelling the capital at Rosario some months ago, burning everything they couldn't simply take, he's busied himself organizing the endless influx of refugees. Taking census of supplies, of the handful of military craft, combat formations that trickled in, limping from narrow escapes or escorted by the colossal Mastery military vessels. Conscripting his staff, anyone's staff, everyone's staff really to the project of feeding and housing the people arriving day by day. Vaguely aware that, at some point, the municipal police and naval units he didn't actually have any authority to command started inexplicably giving him their reports. That when the administrators for the city's one hospital need something they speak to him first.
But he is learning how little he actually knows.
He doesn't know who this person is, save that they've introduced themselves as Mx. Messer and the Kaiserite legionaries manning the thicket of checkpoints and guard posts around the Ambassador showed them an uneasy kind of deference. Always a step behind, always polite, never hurrying as the pair were escorted to the hotel's gardens. He knows what they ostensibly want, but he can't imagine why. He suspects they're some sort of spy but has no idea how he'd go about proving that or disproving that, even to himself (and it's not as if he's met many spies). He doesn't know why the shadows around them don't seem quite...right, congruent with the angles of the sun. Why they fan out. Why -when he glimpses them out of the corner of his eye- they have too many reflections in the oiled surface of the table. Too many almost-identical copies of the same androgynous, professional figure. The same black tunic beneath a short, blood-red leather jacket. The same paper pale face with the same long, thin dueling(?) scar looking away, looking across the courtyard, looking at him and thoughtfully resting on the back of a curled hand.
He doesn't know why they're here at all in the broader sense. These two armadas that've fallen on Sabin like a meteoric hammer meeting some cosmic anvil. He doesn't know why this world of rain and night and ever-and-always-Autumn wants his home or hates Rouge or why a man he has never met, who promised De Leon friendship and provided aid and money and weapons, can -not a year later- simply wave his hand with an air of faint embarrassment and rewrite the sky. Change history. Change everything.
Simón is vaguely aware that the silence is stretching on. That the smile on his face is starting to ache. That he wishes he was not here. That it was not him. That he was not already thinking of it in terms of "it has to be him then".
"The people here...," he starts, feeling slightly ridiculous, as if he can demand anything of Messer, as if he has any real leverage that can match the hulking shape, the brutal form of the Kaiser dreadnought literally over his head. Drifting past as sedate as a distant stormcloud- metaphor made manifest. "If I were to accept this- this post. I'd need adequate resources to provide for them. Housing. Food. There's chronic shortages of medicine. And the ships from Rouge are patrolling the borders, turning back anyone they find trying to make the crossing. What does the Kaiser garrison intend there?"
Messer nods like the whole farce is eminently reasonable. Like they're making some kind of progress. "The higher ups won't sign off on any shooting -at Lusius's people I mean, or this Cadmus fuck- but standing policy is that anyone who makes it across the demarcation is a citizen of Outer Sabin. And the garrison is authorized to defend any and all citizens of Outer Sabin, orders from Fleet Admiral Krause himself. In writing too. We won't turn people back."
A sop. A thrown crust. But he doesn't feel another sickening surge of choked off pain at least so he supposes it's something. He knows people among the displaced he can speak to, he knows these islands, he can put something together. Some kind of belated evacuation for whatever little good it'll do (but it will be doing good, he tells himself, promises himself, it will).
"And," he continues, a bit bolder, doing his best not to look down, to keep his eyes on their face. Study their reaction. To not reach for his tea, to do Something about the thick layer of dust that seems to coat his tongue, his throat. "What about people like Alonso- Secretary Reyes. People crossing the...other way."
He can't quite bring himself to ask it with the same bluntness. He doesn't know why. But Mx. Messer just shrugs at the question. A silent what of it?
He nods in turn, finally dropping his eyes. There's a deep sense of bitter resignation. But it's less than the relief, the wonder as he finally, finally finds that he can put a label on this now. Describe and contextualize this trouble that has found him out. Swallowed up everything and stands poised to remake, reshape, their entire world.
"I suppose I'm going to need a proper office then."
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SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
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Exarch Rafael vei Kohlail MM729 Q1
Romi Bay had always possessed a rugged winter beauty, and Rafael was willing to admit that even his jaded self could stand for a moment to appreciate the view. The thought of weaving through those alpine peaks during the worst of the winter storms, it brought that familiar itch back into his hand, where the memories of piloting a mecha were never far.
"Remember Rafael, thou art mortal."
Though he had managed to refrain from visibly reacting, Rafael was forced to turn to the proceedings before him with an internal sigh. The commoner, bureaucrat if he was inclined to be more precise, did not seem particularly enthused to enact her duty with any particular enthusiasm from her lesser perch on the luxury car they rode on. But it was tradition, and in a polity as old as the Mastery of Suns it was the weight of institution that endured in the end.
Credit where it was due, as she doggedly relayed the classic warning that reminded the station of Exarchs and Archons alike. More than one great prince of standing had fallen after displaying their momentous arrogance to one of the immortal Rmasters, and while their former overlords had since discarded them, he had lived long enough to recognise that reality was often all too pleased to fill in for the Mage Lords.
A trail of warships flew in from overhead, several still bearing the superficial scars from defiant Trigon aetheric batteries. Escorting them were the surviving air wings from Trigon, white contrails slashing through the vibrant winter sky.
Too few. Too few. Perhaps he was in need of a reminder of his mortality, if he was wont to make such costly and simple mistakes in his old age.
Despite the dark thoughts that had intruded upon his mind, the Triumph was festive with an energy not seen since the Conclave ruled from distant Rubicon. Crowds had lined up on the boulevard within arm's reach of the parading soldiers, enterprising merchants had set up stalls within sight of the parade, selling everything from memorabilia to jewelfruit-stuffed croissants. Occasionally a soldier would break discipline from the ranks to clasps hands with the bystanders, eliciting further cheers from an already festive crowd.
Victory. Victory. Victory.
Had the Mastery fallen so far that Trigon was considered a momentous victory? Once it were great powers that bowed to the Mastery's dominion over the galaxy, not the paltry splinters of their own shattered polity. No, that was a foolish question. Of course they had, the civil war was a humiliation of itself, let alone the loss of Rubicon to foreign interlopers.
"Remember Rafael, thou art mortal."
"Hmph, perhaps those are words better suited for all of us." Rafael turned to regard the startled bureaucrat. He didn't recall the name, but frankly it didn't matter. There were those "The commons will only demand more after this, more victories, more heroes. Glory to the victor, to return to the race that saw the Mastery shatter in the first place."
"...And do you think that is wrong Lord Exarch? To seek the Mastery of our fathers and mothers?"
"What is the Mastery? Those who could claim ancestry among its once-citizens? The unseen lines between planets? There are a swathe of traitors that nonetheless claim to be the true heirs of the Rmasters. What do you think separates them from us?"
"Nabonrilla? The continuance of government from Rubicon?" The bureaucrat paused. "That we're the biggest?"
"A better answer than most would think to give," Rafael said approvingly. "The Mastery is a monument to strength. An edifice built on glory and conquest, and it is by those virtues that we remain dominant over the others who broke away from the Conclave. Scant years ago the people cowered from the costs of war, and now they seek to revive it. Ironic maybe, but pride was never meant to bear the weight of a fall such as ours."
"And so we have come full circle," Rafael continued wryly as the Romi Winter Palace crept into view. The immense palatial structure had the air of Vitelian architecture to it, testimony of a Rmaster's boredom with the pleasures of Rubicon. "Our legitimacy is built on strength, but the same qualities that rallied fleets and armies to one banner demands that we avenge our humiliations. More Triumphs to pave the road to Rubicon, to take back until either us or the EEF lay shattered and broken."
Rafael returned his attention back to the parade at large, thoughts drifting to the pilots of the Dominance Corps, whom he loved as he would his own children. Heroes one and all that would be the very tip of the spear in the conflict to come. "We could all learn to remember our mortality, for we have yet farther to fall."
Actions
Political: The might of the Exarchate of Aurelia is predicated on the strength of its aerospace forces, and of them the aces of the Dominance Corps are its greatest pride. The propaganda office of Aurelia will launch an initiative turning these pilots into culture heroes by building off their recent accomplishments during the Trigon war and their places of honour at the Triumph, enshrining the cosmoknight as the highest warrior ideal of which to aspire to.
Military: With the conclusion of the Trigon War, it is time to reintegrate the lessons that the Mastery has forgotten since the civil war five years ago. To that end, the Strategic Aerospace Tactical Integration (SATI) program will be launched for Aurelian forces. Under this program handpicked pilots from less experienced squadrons will be temporarily rotated in to serve with the elite pilots of the Dominance Corps, where they will accrue valuable experience and tactical knowledge from the best pilots in Mastery space, and where they will return to their own squadrons in turn to impart their experience to them.
Economic: With the sudden depletion of Mastery electronics imports and the projected demand of military electronics for the Mastery's strategic needs, it has been determined that the crash development of an advanced indigenous electronics industry is Aurelia's highest strategic priority at the moment. The Exarchate will reallocate all available resources to channel into the construction of facilities capable of producing advanced electronics. This crash development program will also enter a partnership with Aurelia's research bureaus to ensure that all industry conform to the highest technological standard possible.
Research: After evaluation by Aurelian command authorities it is believed that the electronics slated for mass production at the new electronics fabrication zone will not be sufficient for Mastery aerospace to stand toe-to-toe to its Verge counterparts. Therefore, Exarch Rafael has authorised a new project to develop Next Generation Electronics for the exclusive use of the latest Aurelian military hardware. This will be the last step of the puzzle needed to develop heavy fighters comparable to that of their Verge enemies.
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Exarchate of High Sofia
Q1 MM0729
Turn 5
Political: Within a portion of beneficial bureaucratic reform, the Exarch will push out new favorable tax laws for mega-corps to be attracted to relocate and give patronage.
Economic: The shipyards of High Sofia are to make a round of Missile Frigates to be sent to Iriadne, Exarch Lockwood will pay back on his promises.
Economic (Sarnath): The liaison office of the city will order for mining ships to be sent out and if there aren't any to make some then, to head towards Savan's Pack to mine aether.
Military: The High Sofia military will assist in the Exarchate of Karsen's invasion of Stragan, they will put together Taskforce Petal Storm.
Q1 MM0729
Turn 5
Political: Within a portion of beneficial bureaucratic reform, the Exarch will push out new favorable tax laws for mega-corps to be attracted to relocate and give patronage.
Economic: The shipyards of High Sofia are to make a round of Missile Frigates to be sent to Iriadne, Exarch Lockwood will pay back on his promises.
Economic (Sarnath): The liaison office of the city will order for mining ships to be sent out and if there aren't any to make some then, to head towards Savan's Pack to mine aether.
Military: The High Sofia military will assist in the Exarchate of Karsen's invasion of Stragan, they will put together Taskforce Petal Storm.
2x Battlecarrier - MSS Jasmine, MSS Chamomile
3x Dreadnought Division - MSS Rhododendron, MSS Lavender, MSS Crocus
10x Warbird Squadrons - WABRON Hemlock, WABRON Foxglove, WABRON Nightshade, WABRON Mandragora, WABRON Larkspur, WABRON Henbane, WABRON Bloodroot, WABRON Aconite, WABRON Snakeroot, WABRON Strychnos
3x Regular Infantry - 1st HS Infantry Azalea Legion, 2nd HS Infantry Lily-of-the-Valley Legion, 3rd HS Infantry Poppy Legion
1x Elite Infantry - 1st HS Infantry Blue-chin Cohort
4x Interceptor Wings - 1st HS Interceptor Wing "Riodini", 2nd HS Interceptor Wing "Papiloni", 3rd HS Interceptor Wing "Nymphali", 4th HS Interceptor Wing "Lycaeni"
1x Bomber Wing - 1st HS Bomber Wing "Jewelweed"
3x Dreadnought Division - MSS Rhododendron, MSS Lavender, MSS Crocus
10x Warbird Squadrons - WABRON Hemlock, WABRON Foxglove, WABRON Nightshade, WABRON Mandragora, WABRON Larkspur, WABRON Henbane, WABRON Bloodroot, WABRON Aconite, WABRON Snakeroot, WABRON Strychnos
3x Regular Infantry - 1st HS Infantry Azalea Legion, 2nd HS Infantry Lily-of-the-Valley Legion, 3rd HS Infantry Poppy Legion
1x Elite Infantry - 1st HS Infantry Blue-chin Cohort
4x Interceptor Wings - 1st HS Interceptor Wing "Riodini", 2nd HS Interceptor Wing "Papiloni", 3rd HS Interceptor Wing "Nymphali", 4th HS Interceptor Wing "Lycaeni"
1x Bomber Wing - 1st HS Bomber Wing "Jewelweed"
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Exarchate of Moca
Politics: Request forces from the ADF for the purposes of eliminating traitor Exarch forces.
Military:
Organizing the Traitor Hunt
Forces from Crilltic, Havocfett, Scia, Dash, and I will hunt for the traitor forces formerly led by Averagename. To begin with, our forces will be divided into two groups:
Group Alpha: Dash, Scia, and myself
Group Beta: Crilltic, Havocfett, ADF reinforcements
Both groups will send scouting forces of Scout and Light Frigates to search for the traitor forces and identify their position. While they scout, the rest of the groups will rally at their respective rendezvous points (Alpha: midway through the westward bulge in the northern spacelane, Beta: at Vega). Once located, both groups will converge on the target from their respective rendezvous points (unless it would be faster to meet at a singular point before that).
In actual combat, the goal will be complete destruction of all traitor forces, barring the factory unit. Elite Infantry and Special Forces will be deployed with the goal of capturing the factory unit without damaging it excessively.
Economy: Production of Scout Cruisers.
Espionage: Efforts focused on locating the traitors.
Politics: Request forces from the ADF for the purposes of eliminating traitor Exarch forces.
Military:
Organizing the Traitor Hunt
Forces from Crilltic, Havocfett, Scia, Dash, and I will hunt for the traitor forces formerly led by Averagename. To begin with, our forces will be divided into two groups:
Group Alpha: Dash, Scia, and myself
Group Beta: Crilltic, Havocfett, ADF reinforcements
Both groups will send scouting forces of Scout and Light Frigates to search for the traitor forces and identify their position. While they scout, the rest of the groups will rally at their respective rendezvous points (Alpha: midway through the westward bulge in the northern spacelane, Beta: at Vega). Once located, both groups will converge on the target from their respective rendezvous points (unless it would be faster to meet at a singular point before that).
In actual combat, the goal will be complete destruction of all traitor forces, barring the factory unit. Elite Infantry and Special Forces will be deployed with the goal of capturing the factory unit without damaging it excessively.
Economy: Production of Scout Cruisers.
Espionage: Efforts focused on locating the traitors.
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- He/Him
Actions:
Military:
The Traitor Must be Destroyed. 6 Armored Frigates, an Elite Army, 18 Light Frigates, and the Battlefrigate Summoner, join the operation against the Traitor Exarch. Plan by @Dekutulla.
Economic:
Hiring of Mercenary infantry, to be seconded to Bucephalus for Magoogledorf to pay off previous debts. (Mercenary Review Board Trait)
Political:
Impress upon the populace the importance of the Sanjaks and maintaining their irreplaceable equipment (+ Prestige)
Military:
The Traitor Must be Destroyed. 6 Armored Frigates, an Elite Army, 18 Light Frigates, and the Battlefrigate Summoner, join the operation against the Traitor Exarch. Plan by @Dekutulla.
Economic:
Hiring of Mercenary infantry, to be seconded to Bucephalus for Magoogledorf to pay off previous debts. (Mercenary Review Board Trait)
Political:
Impress upon the populace the importance of the Sanjaks and maintaining their irreplaceable equipment (+ Prestige)
dash931
Conil
Archon Ranos de la Fontera of Narbonilla
Q1 MM0729
Turn 5
Q1 MM0729
Turn 5
Resources
Banked Prestige: 41 Prestige
Actions
Economic: Manufacture another squadron of light frigates.
Political 1: Another Exarch betraying the Mastery is a humiliation. Expunge this shame by purging all associates of the Traitor Exarch and the Myrmidon Fleet that remain within the Mastery.
Political 2: Run a propaganda campaign to downplay the Myrmidon Fleet's significance and threat, and play up the reprisal purges as fast and decisive justice. Whatever is necessary to gloss over the morale and legitimacy damage from the Traitor Exarch's betrayal.
Military: Death To Traitors. Join the Traitor Hunt, seconding forces to the Exarch of Moca (@Dekutulla) who shall act as the theater commander.
Deployments
Traitor Hunt:
x1 Battlefrigate
x2 Dreadnought Division (6 Drd)
x2 Light Frigate Squadron (12 L-Fgt)
x5 Interceptor Wing
x2 Elite Infantry Cohort
x2 Special Forces Century
x1 Special Forces Century (Elite Guard)
Narbonilla Garrison:
x2 Armored Legion
x2 Legion Battery
x3 Regular Infantry Legion
x1 Armored Legion (Elite Guard)
Banked Prestige: 41 Prestige
Actions
Economic: Manufacture another squadron of light frigates.
Political 1: Another Exarch betraying the Mastery is a humiliation. Expunge this shame by purging all associates of the Traitor Exarch and the Myrmidon Fleet that remain within the Mastery.
Political 2: Run a propaganda campaign to downplay the Myrmidon Fleet's significance and threat, and play up the reprisal purges as fast and decisive justice. Whatever is necessary to gloss over the morale and legitimacy damage from the Traitor Exarch's betrayal.
Military: Death To Traitors. Join the Traitor Hunt, seconding forces to the Exarch of Moca (@Dekutulla) who shall act as the theater commander.
Deployments
Traitor Hunt:
x1 Battlefrigate
x2 Dreadnought Division (6 Drd)
x2 Light Frigate Squadron (12 L-Fgt)
x5 Interceptor Wing
x2 Elite Infantry Cohort
x2 Special Forces Century
x1 Special Forces Century (Elite Guard)
Narbonilla Garrison:
x2 Armored Legion
x2 Legion Battery
x3 Regular Infantry Legion
x1 Armored Legion (Elite Guard)
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