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Poland can into space: A Stellaris AAR
Preface : Dawn of a new era
The sun was slowly rising over Krakow, revealing yet another foggy day, as the venerable city of was covered in thick mist. Draped in ancient charm, the town was but a shadow of her former glory, the tall cathedral of Wawel showing worrying signs of disrepair, her bell tower silent for the past century, ever since the Feud.
The town square was hollow at the time when Assistant Undersecretary Jan Marsalek made his way toward the Directorate, a tall glass spire overlooking the neighbourhood, and whose very existence was a topic of endless debate in many establishments.
For some, the Directorate was the sum of human hypocrisy, a heresy trying to reach heaven and dispossess the Almighty of his powers. But those were not many, anymore, since ludicrous belief in afterlife had been severely extracted from the population.
For many, the Directorate was the apotheosis of Polish science and know-how. A tall reminder that progress must be the driving force of existence. And this was the official view, beheld by any well-bred citizen in the Dominion.
As he walked past the decrepit cathedral, Marsalek turned north to cross Heroe's Square, a large plaza built upon the ruins of the John Paul II University, which was razed to the ground following the Feud. In its place, gardens and statues were forming one of the most admirable historical park on the continent of Europe.
He lingered in front of the statue of King Tomasck Jagiellon XII, a tall figure garbed in 18th century clothing and holding some chemistry apparel. A little plaque at the bottom of the statue read as follows: "In the year 1799, His enlightened majesty brought the commonwealth forward by spearheading an era of uncommon prosperity. He brought the whole nation to a technological golden age unbeknown to any nation on earth, dubbed "level 32"."
Marsalek smiled for a moment at the thought of such achievement for a small nation such a Poland, prior to the Dominion. Dark days followed these golden years for the country, torn apart by neighbouring warlords and occupied by the unruly and savage Germans, whose constant threat was eliminated following the defeat of the European Union in 2075 at the hand of the East-European Dominion, which quickly became the Polish Dominion in 2080 when its other constituents, awed by Polish science and glory, subsumed themselves in the nation.
Now reaching the hall of the Directorate, Marsalek winked at the security guard, a blonde lass whose nametag read "Falkhenhayn" and who'se air was reminiscent of the Austrian valleys.
Marsalek: Good morning Freda.
Falkenhayn: Morning Mr. Marsalek. You are late, Secretary Saczwsyzyn has already arrived at 05:00. He asked for the presence log, I believe he was looking for you.
Marsalek: Oh well, not entirely surprising so close to launch. I assume that the top brass in Warsaw are on his back.
Falkenhayn: Is that so? By the way, Jan, you owe me three pints of beer and a dinner. I told you that Dusseldorf would get crushed by Danzig. Hopefuly, you are better at science than at picking winning football teams.
Marsalek: Oh well, hold onto your victory, I will figure something nice.
He glanced at her and gave her a charming smile before swiping his security card and submit himself to a retinal and biometric check. The system hissed and allowed access. Two secure elevators and 72 levels later, he was standing in the Krakow Control Room, as vast floor covered by monitors and the latest technological paraphernalia. He headed straight for his superior, and gave the customary salute.
Marsalek: Secretary Saczwsyzyn, we did not expect you so early. Weren't you due back from Warsaw only this afternoon?
Saczwsyzyn: I assumed that if I was, you would have been at your post instead of in full dereliction of duty?
Marsalek: I only stretched my legs before the big day sir.
Saczwsyzyn: September 1st 1939, they were just stretching their legs too. Eternal vigilance, Jan, is the price of success. The North-American Union is restless these days and we must be wary should they try to undermine our success.
Marsalek: It is true that the Canadian launch was a spectacular failure. Their space-faring prowess surely took a tremendous hit I would guess.
Saczwsyzyn: Back 3.7 years exactly Marsalek, and never guess when you can have the exact figure. Guessing implies a lack of knowledge. Mastery of the facts brings clarity.
The giant screen, which covered half of the façade, showed a launching pad situated in Lublin. The P.D.S.S Jagiellon was standing, awaiting launch, his features glowing in the sun. The pride of the Polish Dominion, the ship carried within its breast new and secret technology that would change history forever, an experimental warp drive, said to enable the ship to reach faster than light speed. History was in the making.
Poland can into space: A Stellaris AAR
Preface : Dawn of a new era
The sun was slowly rising over Krakow, revealing yet another foggy day, as the venerable city of was covered in thick mist. Draped in ancient charm, the town was but a shadow of her former glory, the tall cathedral of Wawel showing worrying signs of disrepair, her bell tower silent for the past century, ever since the Feud.
The town square was hollow at the time when Assistant Undersecretary Jan Marsalek made his way toward the Directorate, a tall glass spire overlooking the neighbourhood, and whose very existence was a topic of endless debate in many establishments.
For some, the Directorate was the sum of human hypocrisy, a heresy trying to reach heaven and dispossess the Almighty of his powers. But those were not many, anymore, since ludicrous belief in afterlife had been severely extracted from the population.
For many, the Directorate was the apotheosis of Polish science and know-how. A tall reminder that progress must be the driving force of existence. And this was the official view, beheld by any well-bred citizen in the Dominion.
As he walked past the decrepit cathedral, Marsalek turned north to cross Heroe's Square, a large plaza built upon the ruins of the John Paul II University, which was razed to the ground following the Feud. In its place, gardens and statues were forming one of the most admirable historical park on the continent of Europe.
He lingered in front of the statue of King Tomasck Jagiellon XII, a tall figure garbed in 18th century clothing and holding some chemistry apparel. A little plaque at the bottom of the statue read as follows: "In the year 1799, His enlightened majesty brought the commonwealth forward by spearheading an era of uncommon prosperity. He brought the whole nation to a technological golden age unbeknown to any nation on earth, dubbed "level 32"."
Marsalek smiled for a moment at the thought of such achievement for a small nation such a Poland, prior to the Dominion. Dark days followed these golden years for the country, torn apart by neighbouring warlords and occupied by the unruly and savage Germans, whose constant threat was eliminated following the defeat of the European Union in 2075 at the hand of the East-European Dominion, which quickly became the Polish Dominion in 2080 when its other constituents, awed by Polish science and glory, subsumed themselves in the nation.
Now reaching the hall of the Directorate, Marsalek winked at the security guard, a blonde lass whose nametag read "Falkhenhayn" and who'se air was reminiscent of the Austrian valleys.
Marsalek: Good morning Freda.
Falkenhayn: Morning Mr. Marsalek. You are late, Secretary Saczwsyzyn has already arrived at 05:00. He asked for the presence log, I believe he was looking for you.
Marsalek: Oh well, not entirely surprising so close to launch. I assume that the top brass in Warsaw are on his back.
Falkenhayn: Is that so? By the way, Jan, you owe me three pints of beer and a dinner. I told you that Dusseldorf would get crushed by Danzig. Hopefuly, you are better at science than at picking winning football teams.
Marsalek: Oh well, hold onto your victory, I will figure something nice.
He glanced at her and gave her a charming smile before swiping his security card and submit himself to a retinal and biometric check. The system hissed and allowed access. Two secure elevators and 72 levels later, he was standing in the Krakow Control Room, as vast floor covered by monitors and the latest technological paraphernalia. He headed straight for his superior, and gave the customary salute.
Marsalek: Secretary Saczwsyzyn, we did not expect you so early. Weren't you due back from Warsaw only this afternoon?
Saczwsyzyn: I assumed that if I was, you would have been at your post instead of in full dereliction of duty?
Marsalek: I only stretched my legs before the big day sir.
Saczwsyzyn: September 1st 1939, they were just stretching their legs too. Eternal vigilance, Jan, is the price of success. The North-American Union is restless these days and we must be wary should they try to undermine our success.
Marsalek: It is true that the Canadian launch was a spectacular failure. Their space-faring prowess surely took a tremendous hit I would guess.
Saczwsyzyn: Back 3.7 years exactly Marsalek, and never guess when you can have the exact figure. Guessing implies a lack of knowledge. Mastery of the facts brings clarity.
The giant screen, which covered half of the façade, showed a launching pad situated in Lublin. The P.D.S.S Jagiellon was standing, awaiting launch, his features glowing in the sun. The pride of the Polish Dominion, the ship carried within its breast new and secret technology that would change history forever, an experimental warp drive, said to enable the ship to reach faster than light speed. History was in the making.
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