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Too bad I'm on my phone, or I'd early post that Honiani omake I've been playing with. Thread needs a distraction about now.
To Boldly Go... (a Starfleet quest)
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I MIGHT be able to blitz the next chapter of Dreams before I fall over. It's pretty out there, and at this point I'm entrenched enough to weather a blast of negative reviews if I happen to pick one up.
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You're a bad person and you write bad things.
Gadjo
Doka
Well, from this past behavior, I would surmise that posting an omake or any other sort of fan content here is a risky option, as the thread may get unnecessarily salty and descend upon you angrily.
Gah. Now I'm salty. Think I'll duck out.
lbmaian
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...anyway now that that shit storm is hopefully over, I feel kinda bad that SJ's omake and earlier discussion got side-tracked.
I'm a bit too drugged up atm to read that omake properly, but I can comment on this:
So this is extrapolating how the Klingon-Romulan war is working, with 4 prospective "lanes" to organize operations within, which is quite reasonable. I don't get what "CCBZ" and "RCBZ" stand for here though.
The Sydraxian, Yrillian, and maybe Dawiar situations have good chances to change by the time war erupts. Still, it would be prudent to anticipate and prepare for, if not outright "surprise attacks", then at least civil upheaval or war in those polities.
Before embarking on specific proposals, I strongly believe we need an overarching strategy first, one that is agreeable with the main Federation stakeholders in a Federation-Cardassian war. Are we going to try to maintain borders as our Forward Defense would be more optimized for, or should we adopt a Fabian strategy to take advantage of our larger territory and industry? If the latter, what are we willing to sacrifice? Would any member nation submit to temporary homeworld invasion when it would be strategically sound (looking at the Indorians here)? Other political/war-support vs military/industrial trade-offs abound.
I'm a bit too drugged up atm to read that omake properly, but I can comment on this:
I made up a Shitty map about some of the Cardassian war ideas being tossed around.
This concept revolves around Amarkia being built up as a Industrial hub for the federation, and assumes the conflict is post inclusion of affiliates.
The orange lanes is a critical logistic corridor linking the Okatha, Sol, Amarkia hubs.
Zones
GBZ - Achored by Starbase at Collie, Supply hub - Apinae.
CCBZ - Anchored by Starbase at Lapycorias, Supply hub - Indoria.
RCBZ - Anchored by Starbase at Rethelia, Supply hub - Rethelia.
Suggested Improvements
GBZ
* Starbase at Collie
CCBR
* Outposts at Grrizzi and Burrizz
* Listening posts at G0, G-1, G-2
RCBZ
* Outposts at Hacitorus
* Listening posts at G-6, G-7, F-7
Other
* Starbase at Risa
* Large increase in berths from Amarkia and spinwards
* Outposts at Ollasa IV, Alrizzine IV, Merfara II
Suggested Military Exercises pre-war.
* Militia moving to defend a Daiwiar attack on Ollasa IV at the same time Lecarre attacks Risa.
* Vega - local assets responding to a surprise attack by Yrillia, delaying action until regional forces can reinforce.
* Lapicorias - Repelling Large fleet battle.
* Dorsata - Hit/Run skirmishes around outposts.
So this is extrapolating how the Klingon-Romulan war is working, with 4 prospective "lanes" to organize operations within, which is quite reasonable. I don't get what "CCBZ" and "RCBZ" stand for here though.
The Sydraxian, Yrillian, and maybe Dawiar situations have good chances to change by the time war erupts. Still, it would be prudent to anticipate and prepare for, if not outright "surprise attacks", then at least civil upheaval or war in those polities.
Before embarking on specific proposals, I strongly believe we need an overarching strategy first, one that is agreeable with the main Federation stakeholders in a Federation-Cardassian war. Are we going to try to maintain borders as our Forward Defense would be more optimized for, or should we adopt a Fabian strategy to take advantage of our larger territory and industry? If the latter, what are we willing to sacrifice? Would any member nation submit to temporary homeworld invasion when it would be strategically sound (looking at the Indorians here)? Other political/war-support vs military/industrial trade-offs abound.
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Tempted to repost. Will think about it.
[writes Leila into the cut content, on the villains' side]
So there.
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RCBZ clearly stands for Rimward Cardassian Border Zone, C could be either Corward or Central.
I have an omake involving time travel and the Biophage that I've been sitting on because while I really like where I've gone with it it's probably ridiculously noncanonical.
Home world occupation would be a shitshow that I would rather not deal with both IC for moral reasons, OOC because it would be unfun, and strategically because it seems to cause more complications than it solves. Realistically we're talking Indoria, Rethelia, and maybe Risa here. Lapycorias would be the stage I'd give up, hopefully making them bleed a bit, to buy time for reinforcing Indoria. Rethelia may actually be less defensible now that we've built the Indoria starbase. Suggestions on how to put a roadbump in front of Rethelia would be welcome.
Home world occupation would be a shitshow that I would rather not deal with both IC for moral reasons, OOC because it would be unfun, and strategically because it seems to cause more complications than it solves. Realistically we're talking Indoria, Rethelia, and maybe Risa here. Lapycorias would be the stage I'd give up, hopefully making them bleed a bit, to buy time for reinforcing Indoria. Rethelia may actually be less defensible now that we've built the Indoria starbase. Suggestions on how to put a roadbump in front of Rethelia would be welcome.
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SV has an "apocrypha" threadmark for a reason. I'd like to see your story.
Night
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The Other Trouser Leg was pretty good and is equally noncanonical. (Hell everything I've written is probably noncanonical to greater or lesser shades.)
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*looks into thread*
... My head is too headaches for this.
*bbl*
... My head is too headaches for this.
*bbl*
Godwinson
"Well, I've got nothing."
Right, apparently I'm too stubborn to leave well enough alone.
[puts on helmet and EOD suit]
[puts on helmet and EOD suit]
That is, indeed, one of the elements intended to form the character of the Interstellar Commonwealth, and a notable proportion of their population.
That is the intended level of physical similarity.
The nacelles are centered on each pylon and bussard ramscoop. They do not have complete line of sight to one another, being about as occluded as the Defiant-class nacelles are.
And that was certainly something I was keeping in mind, avoiding weird for the sake of weirdness. As best as we could manage, the Padani have what they need to fulfill the narrative role that they were designed to fill -- assuming, of course, that Oneiros is retaining that.
Sorry.
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Hang on hang on! I have 1500 more words of Dreams!
Omake - Dreams Ch 6+7 - Simon_Jester
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[Link back to Chapter Six, which occurs immediately before this one]
Recommended Listening: The Shooting Company of Captain Frans Banning Cocq.
Elsewhere
Elsewhen
Nash ka'Sharren's vision swirled from black to red. She opened her eyes and swayed on her feet, amid red rocks and a crimson sunrise sky that seemed, somehow, to have had every ounce of beauty sucked from it. Despite that, the air was crisp but comfortable, just far enough above freezing to notice. Wind pressed against her antennae and ruffled her hair.
Faces crowded around, but they were grey blurs to her- humanoid but otherwise indistinct. She could truly see only herself, and one other, in living color and clarity.
It was Leaniss, five meters away, clad in a hard-shelled Starfleet vacuum suit with bright command markings. Her helmet was off. She looked tired, pale and almost powder-blue, her ears drooping a fraction- then ceasing to droop, as she saw the Andorian. "Nash? What are you doing here?" Despite the words, she looked relieved and delighted.
"I... don't know. She said you needed help, and the next thing I knew- what's going on?"
The grey blurs crowded closer, as though questioning, wondering, looking to Nash for leadership. No, that was mostly Leaniss, for once. She could read it in their body language, such as it was.
"Why, we're attacking the Gammon system." Her former shipmate and former wife said it as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "The enemy looks strong, though I think we can see them off if we push hard enough..."
Then the fog sank a bit further, and Nash saw the enemy, too- and wished they were gray blurs.
Serried ranks of steel-clad horrors formed the front rank. They were twisted, mutated, yet tall and broad and fierce, howling their war-cries. A few of them let fly with long bursts from hand-held Gatling weapons, bulky guns that would have been crew-served weapons for ordinary humanoids. These skirmishers clomped forward, ghastly and warped, clad in armor of heavy steel.
The Gatling round that whirred harmlessly off the relatively thin panels of Leaniss's hardsuit proved to Nash that which, instinctively, she already knew. The rules of this field were different than the one's she'd learned in Starfleet Academy security courses. The barrage of bullets was less cause for concern than it might be.
Not that the monstrosities across the field would necessarily need gunfire, to tear their enemies apart at close range.
Interspersed among the ranks of the beasts were blocks of grim-eyed soldiery of more ordinary stock, and gaunt, robed sorcerors. She could see them with preternatural clarity, veils of red flickering across their skin, figures and diagrams flashing before their glowing eyes as their hands raised with fistfuls of lightning.
And behind all these fantastic legions, loomed the ogre lord. Vast and bilious-green and four meters high if he was an fingersbreadth, he leered down at them at them. His face was locked in a lip-licking expression of insatiable cruelty and bottomless vileness. And his gaze fell, not on Nash, but on Leaniss- with a hungry light burning in his eyes that the Andorian liked not at all.
Gritting her teeth against sudden fury, Nash drew the cutlass. The steel's song cleared away a pressure from her mind she hadn't known she was feeling, and she could look around.
The lines of the gathering battle stretched left and right as far as she could see, facing up towards the mountain stronghold before them. Behind, a pillar of fire-shot smoke poured from the hulk of a great fortress, its baleful weapons silenced before they'd even taken the field.
Far to the right and around a spur of the mountain, flames shot up to lick the clouds from a tremendous wizards' duel- Nash could only hope the friendly sorcerors won, without breaking anything irreplaceable.
The line of shadowy fighters was thin, thin, to their left, beyond the clump of warriors at her back and Leaniss's. Trailing off to only a few individuals. Then the last forlorn figure, at the end of the line, acted.
Off to their left, fifty paces away, a grey blur, vaguely woman-shaped, drew a Type Two that did show a certain icy clearness to it, unlike almost everything else she saw around her. The shadow took a duelist's stance, and her phaser beam strobed in half-second bursts. Fire stitched ruddy lines across the misty field, catching steel-clad beasts in the eye-sockets, in the hollows of their throats, in every gap between armored plates that presented itself. They fell and detonated in clouds of rolling, violet smoke that mingled with the fog.
The shadow moaned in wordless anguish, cried out like one of the half-broken damned, but fought on, slaying with the flickering needle-beam of orange.
Leaniss smiled wildly at Nash, the woman who'd so briefly been her wife sporting the berserk fighting rictus of an Amarki maid-at-arms. "I don't know who that is, but I think she's got our flank covered!"
Nash nodded, grinning back. Leaniss's dagger-smile was happy, somehow, and Nash felt herself mirroring it. Peace might be her profession, exploration her passion. But in razor-sharp moments like this, Andorian blood ran thick, and deep, and all the faster for the invigorating chill of the dream-world's martial air.
More gray shadows filled the ranks behind them, Nash and Leaniss forming the bright-colored tip of the wedge.
One of the two women might have shouted the word a millisecond ahead of the other. Or not.
"CHARGE!"
As they hewed their way across the field, the sword loaned to her by the Enterprise of her dreams sang and danced, answering her will as much as her arm. She saw massive clubs and battle-axes swing towards her. The sailor's cutlass swept into guard to block them- with flashes of witch-light and thunderous drop-forge clangs that belled through the air. The point snicked through the hardened armor plate guarding an ogre's heart with a tremendous, ringing crunch, dark purple smoke boiling out as she pulled the blade back- never sticking, never binding.
Nash was quite certain her sword was magical. She didn't know if Leaniss's was, but it didn't matter; the woman herself was magic at a moment like this. The Leaniss of her dreams was in fighting form as perfect as she'd ever seen, in practice or on the dueling ground. Unencumbered by her hardsuit, she looked as though she could dance between the raindrops, or smite an ice-devil with the gleaming blade that struck like a thunderbolt.
Monsters fell, burst, boiled away in choking clouds of darkness. The common ranks of grim-faced nightmare soldiery grew grimmer-faced yet, throwing aside their weapons and running for their lives. Red-veiled sorcerors strove with all their cunning to halt the charge, the serpentine figures of yellow twisting before their glowing eyes.
Grating, agonizing, otherworldly cacophonies assailed their ears and the two women faltered. Behind them dozens of shadowy warriors vanished, as suddenly and completely as popped soap bubbles. Nash raised the borrowed blade, and the melody of the sailor's cutlass softened the jagged edges of unsong into something bearable.
The red wizards gave that up and conjured new forces; a wall of flame shot up before them. Leaniss screamed some challenge in an ancient speech of her people and leapt through the fire, not only unstopped, but unmarked. Lightnings struck towards them and they ducked and wove for their lives. Shrieking, winged demons swooped down on them, only to be sliced to pieces. The sorcerors, too, ran- the last line, gone.
The ogre lord bellowed in dismay, fists flailing at random, crushing his own fleeing minions. A true monster, unable even to imagine actually rallying his broken troops. The beast raved and roared in some foul speech- and Leaniss, the dagger-smile still on her face, turned to Nash. The Amarki- lover, senator, captain- kissed her fiercely, and whispered "Thank you, love." Then she looked back to the bilious giant with a bright, cheerful, predatory look in her eye, dashed forward a few paces, vanishing from sight in the mist.
And Nash was fading, falling out of the dream-
Commodore's Quarters
USS Enterprise
Nash sat bolt upright in bed. That had been... intense.
Dreams
Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Recommended Listening: The Shooting Company of Captain Frans Banning Cocq.
Elsewhere
Elsewhen
Nash ka'Sharren's vision swirled from black to red. She opened her eyes and swayed on her feet, amid red rocks and a crimson sunrise sky that seemed, somehow, to have had every ounce of beauty sucked from it. Despite that, the air was crisp but comfortable, just far enough above freezing to notice. Wind pressed against her antennae and ruffled her hair.
Faces crowded around, but they were grey blurs to her- humanoid but otherwise indistinct. She could truly see only herself, and one other, in living color and clarity.
It was Leaniss, five meters away, clad in a hard-shelled Starfleet vacuum suit with bright command markings. Her helmet was off. She looked tired, pale and almost powder-blue, her ears drooping a fraction- then ceasing to droop, as she saw the Andorian. "Nash? What are you doing here?" Despite the words, she looked relieved and delighted.
"I... don't know. She said you needed help, and the next thing I knew- what's going on?"
The grey blurs crowded closer, as though questioning, wondering, looking to Nash for leadership. No, that was mostly Leaniss, for once. She could read it in their body language, such as it was.
"Why, we're attacking the Gammon system." Her former shipmate and former wife said it as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "The enemy looks strong, though I think we can see them off if we push hard enough..."
Then the fog sank a bit further, and Nash saw the enemy, too- and wished they were gray blurs.
Serried ranks of steel-clad horrors formed the front rank. They were twisted, mutated, yet tall and broad and fierce, howling their war-cries. A few of them let fly with long bursts from hand-held Gatling weapons, bulky guns that would have been crew-served weapons for ordinary humanoids. These skirmishers clomped forward, ghastly and warped, clad in armor of heavy steel.
The Gatling round that whirred harmlessly off the relatively thin panels of Leaniss's hardsuit proved to Nash that which, instinctively, she already knew. The rules of this field were different than the one's she'd learned in Starfleet Academy security courses. The barrage of bullets was less cause for concern than it might be.
Not that the monstrosities across the field would necessarily need gunfire, to tear their enemies apart at close range.
Interspersed among the ranks of the beasts were blocks of grim-eyed soldiery of more ordinary stock, and gaunt, robed sorcerors. She could see them with preternatural clarity, veils of red flickering across their skin, figures and diagrams flashing before their glowing eyes as their hands raised with fistfuls of lightning.
And behind all these fantastic legions, loomed the ogre lord. Vast and bilious-green and four meters high if he was an fingersbreadth, he leered down at them at them. His face was locked in a lip-licking expression of insatiable cruelty and bottomless vileness. And his gaze fell, not on Nash, but on Leaniss- with a hungry light burning in his eyes that the Andorian liked not at all.
Gritting her teeth against sudden fury, Nash drew the cutlass. The steel's song cleared away a pressure from her mind she hadn't known she was feeling, and she could look around.
The lines of the gathering battle stretched left and right as far as she could see, facing up towards the mountain stronghold before them. Behind, a pillar of fire-shot smoke poured from the hulk of a great fortress, its baleful weapons silenced before they'd even taken the field.
Far to the right and around a spur of the mountain, flames shot up to lick the clouds from a tremendous wizards' duel- Nash could only hope the friendly sorcerors won, without breaking anything irreplaceable.
The line of shadowy fighters was thin, thin, to their left, beyond the clump of warriors at her back and Leaniss's. Trailing off to only a few individuals. Then the last forlorn figure, at the end of the line, acted.
Off to their left, fifty paces away, a grey blur, vaguely woman-shaped, drew a Type Two that did show a certain icy clearness to it, unlike almost everything else she saw around her. The shadow took a duelist's stance, and her phaser beam strobed in half-second bursts. Fire stitched ruddy lines across the misty field, catching steel-clad beasts in the eye-sockets, in the hollows of their throats, in every gap between armored plates that presented itself. They fell and detonated in clouds of rolling, violet smoke that mingled with the fog.
The shadow moaned in wordless anguish, cried out like one of the half-broken damned, but fought on, slaying with the flickering needle-beam of orange.
Leaniss smiled wildly at Nash, the woman who'd so briefly been her wife sporting the berserk fighting rictus of an Amarki maid-at-arms. "I don't know who that is, but I think she's got our flank covered!"
Nash nodded, grinning back. Leaniss's dagger-smile was happy, somehow, and Nash felt herself mirroring it. Peace might be her profession, exploration her passion. But in razor-sharp moments like this, Andorian blood ran thick, and deep, and all the faster for the invigorating chill of the dream-world's martial air.
More gray shadows filled the ranks behind them, Nash and Leaniss forming the bright-colored tip of the wedge.
One of the two women might have shouted the word a millisecond ahead of the other. Or not.
"CHARGE!"
As they hewed their way across the field, the sword loaned to her by the Enterprise of her dreams sang and danced, answering her will as much as her arm. She saw massive clubs and battle-axes swing towards her. The sailor's cutlass swept into guard to block them- with flashes of witch-light and thunderous drop-forge clangs that belled through the air. The point snicked through the hardened armor plate guarding an ogre's heart with a tremendous, ringing crunch, dark purple smoke boiling out as she pulled the blade back- never sticking, never binding.
Nash was quite certain her sword was magical. She didn't know if Leaniss's was, but it didn't matter; the woman herself was magic at a moment like this. The Leaniss of her dreams was in fighting form as perfect as she'd ever seen, in practice or on the dueling ground. Unencumbered by her hardsuit, she looked as though she could dance between the raindrops, or smite an ice-devil with the gleaming blade that struck like a thunderbolt.
Monsters fell, burst, boiled away in choking clouds of darkness. The common ranks of grim-faced nightmare soldiery grew grimmer-faced yet, throwing aside their weapons and running for their lives. Red-veiled sorcerors strove with all their cunning to halt the charge, the serpentine figures of yellow twisting before their glowing eyes.
Grating, agonizing, otherworldly cacophonies assailed their ears and the two women faltered. Behind them dozens of shadowy warriors vanished, as suddenly and completely as popped soap bubbles. Nash raised the borrowed blade, and the melody of the sailor's cutlass softened the jagged edges of unsong into something bearable.
The red wizards gave that up and conjured new forces; a wall of flame shot up before them. Leaniss screamed some challenge in an ancient speech of her people and leapt through the fire, not only unstopped, but unmarked. Lightnings struck towards them and they ducked and wove for their lives. Shrieking, winged demons swooped down on them, only to be sliced to pieces. The sorcerors, too, ran- the last line, gone.
The ogre lord bellowed in dismay, fists flailing at random, crushing his own fleeing minions. A true monster, unable even to imagine actually rallying his broken troops. The beast raved and roared in some foul speech- and Leaniss, the dagger-smile still on her face, turned to Nash. The Amarki- lover, senator, captain- kissed her fiercely, and whispered "Thank you, love." Then she looked back to the bilious giant with a bright, cheerful, predatory look in her eye, dashed forward a few paces, vanishing from sight in the mist.
And Nash was fading, falling out of the dream-
Commodore's Quarters
USS Enterprise
Nash sat bolt upright in bed. That had been... intense.
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lbmaian
a thirsty squirrel
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It's obviously a shitty situation, and I hope the Federation-Cardassian War isn't going to be as apocalyptic as the canon Dominion War, but it's realistic to consider a scenario where the Cardassians make a blitzkrieg toward one of those homeworlds, and we have to make a decision whether to make a "last stand" of sorts, or to conserve our forces.
Losing a homeworld is a huge political loss that has every opportunity to form cracks in the Federation, but from a purely military and industrial standpoint, any of those worlds comprises less than 10% of Federation, and losing say 20% of our forces there defending against an overwhelming force may not be worth it.
I do hope this remains a hypothetical, but in a full scale war with a peer power, that may be too optimistic.
Diplo push the Bajorans
No, seriously, there probably are some not-yet-revealed minor colonies in the CBZ and between Rethelia and Bajor space that can serve as a buffer. That doesn't prevent an outright blitzkrieg, since outposts could likely be bypassed at some ongoing risk. So Rethelia and other homeworlds would just have to focus on fortifying themselves to Arcadian levels.
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Right, apparently I'm too stubborn to leave well enough alone.
[puts on helmet and EOD suit]
That is, indeed, one of the elements intended to form the character of the Interstellar Commonwealth, and a notable proportion of their population.
That is the intended level of physical similarity.
The nacelles are centered on each pylon and bussard ramscoop. They do not have complete line of sight to one another, being about as occluded as the Defiant-class nacelles are.
And that was certainly something I was keeping in mind, avoiding weird for the sake of weirdness. As best as we could manage, the Padani have what they need to fulfill the narrative role that they were designed to fill -- assuming, of course, that Oneiros is retaining that.
Sorry.
What narrative role are these guys meant to play, though?
What I'm getting is that they're a very defensive-minded, non-expansionist, and peaceful faction that mostly wants to rule it's own little corner of the galaxy and be left alone. The fact that they haven't yet met their Honiani and Yan-Ros neighbors suggests that they pretty much never leave their own space.
Given those facts, I'm kind of scratching my head about the role you intended them to play in the story. They're just so benign and out of the way.
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It's obviously a shitty situation, and I hope the Federation-Cardassian War isn't going to be as apocalyptic as the canon Dominion War, but it's realistic to consider a scenario where the Cardassians make a blitzkrieg toward one of those homeworlds, and we have to make a decision whether to make a "last stand" of sorts, or to conserve our forces.
Losing a homeworld is a huge political loss that has every opportunity to form cracks in the Federation, but from a purely military and industrial standpoint, any of those worlds comprises less than 10% of Federation, and losing say 20% of our forces there defending against an overwhelming force may not be worth it.
I do hope this remains a hypothetical, but in a full scale war with a peer power, that may be too optimistic.
Diplo push the Bajorans
No, seriously, there probably are some not-yet-revealed minor colonies in the CBZ and between Rethelia and Bajor space that can serve as a buffer. That doesn't prevent an outright blitzkrieg, since outposts could likely be bypassed at some ongoing risk. So Rethelia and other homeworlds would just have to focus on fortifying themselves to Arcadian levels.
Yeah, one thing we may want to consider with how vulnerable Rethelia is, is building fixed defenses there to support the starbase. Two outposts covering the same area would make her a very difficult nut to crack and give the Seyek fleet an excellent hard point. But there's also the matter of what forces we could send that way which aren't more likely to go to Indoria, or needed to counter Dawiar or Lecarre forces.
Another thing to note is that a forward base, even a Starbase, in the Dorsata square would be a knife pointed straight at the Cardassian economy's logistics trail. We can break and isolate their entire GBZ income with a strike at Aranyak, which would be costly but we have ships up there and it would be a winning move to open an economic strategy. The threat alone would force the Cardassians to keep ships up in the GBZ area even though it's a very difficult vector to hit us from. Worth noting that Dorsata is not vulnerable itself due to the long distances back to anything truly important of ours up there.
It needs some touching up given the recent encounter. That's part of what I held it, just not the time yet.
Which reminds me we never figured out why we lost that listening post.
Godwinson
"Well, I've got nothing."
Since I'm not sure what elements of the proposal Oneiros is retaining and what he isn't, and further noting again that we've only been cleared to provide information that Starfleet would have at this point, that is, information gleaned from the contact with the Courageous and what the ICS would send over for their first contact package (noting that the initial analysis indicates they've probably never actually done this before), I think the best answer I can give to that is...
...it's entirely possible to be serious rivals while they still have, and I quote here: "core values appear to broadly agree with those of the UFP."
After all, that readily describes England and France for the past millenium.
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Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
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What are you saying, talking pie? You're not supposed to come out of the oven until you're ready to be eaten. Do you want to be eaten?
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An isolationist and non-expansionist power that shares our core values. Rivals. Hmm.
I guess "isolationist and non-expansionist" could describe the Romulans on a good day, but not consistently. And I'm pretty sure the Romulans would not be our rivals if they shared our core values.
Yeah, I'm really drawing a blank here. Unless they're lying about their entire contact history, which is possible.
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Coreward Cardassian Border Zone
Rimward Cardassian Border Zone
>what are we willing to sacrifice?
hopefully nothing, but depending on the materials the we are willing to put forward to fortify the lanes i think it would go something like this.
Acceptable
* Loss of Science / mining colonies in GBZ
* Loss of Science / mining colonies in CCBZ
* Loss of Science / mining colonies in RCBZ
Bad
* Loss of Collie and pushed out of GBZ
* Loss of Lapycorias VII and pushed out of CCBZ
* Loss of Hacitorus and pushed out of RCBZ
* Occupation of federation spinward colonies
Worse
* Loss of Rethelia
* Loss of Indoria
* Loss of Apinae
* Loss of Rethelia
* Loss of Qloath
* Loss of Risa
Game Over (become Cardassian client state)
* Loss of Amarkia
* Loss of Andor
In war with a peer adversary we will have some good, some bad, if the council is unwilling to lose a homeworld then we cannot continue as we have, as im convinced this war will happen in the next 15 years.
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That's not necessarily the case. It may be that their expansion tailwards was curtailed by hazards encountered in that direction. Given the Planet Killer was heading towards the heart of the Federation and that Rigel was it's next stop it's not unbelievable for it have passed through the tailwards section of ISC space. If they'd encountered any other doomsday weapons, spacial anomalies, or hostile empires in that area I could easily see the deciding it was too dangerous to try and expand in that direction.
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Gardener of Human Happiness
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For all we know the ISC switches between isolationist and expansionist mode every few decades or so. Meet new species, they're hostile, fight war, isolationism and rebuilding, go back to exploring, find doomsday device, defeat it, isolationism and rebuilding, go back to exploring etc.