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George Steel walked into the large office, galaxy map softly shimmering blue in the centre of the room. Chief Arthur Graves of the Blob's Militia, Ambassador Kyle Knowles and Head Engineer Jorge D'Alves all were gathered about the map looking rather despondent. Steel thought happily to himself that Ser Gramm was neglected to be informed about this meeting. Walking to the adjust the map to replay the occurrence of the NFS Magenta earlier that day.

"Welp" Graves suddenly said, "this only shows the ruthless characters that we're stuck with. Neighbourhood's gettin' right full 'bout now an noth' we can do 'bout it."

The Ambassador nodded "Have you seen some of the characters around? We have a multitude of Emperors, Kings, Senators and Kleptocrats alongside pirates, mercenaries and general ner'do'wells. It's truly an awful mess."

Steel turned to D'Alves "are we at least on track to make to Hydra Charlie?"

"Aye" said the quiet engineer "we should be there first. Though I don't know what to expect for neighbours."

George rubbed his eyes, he knew he was going to get grey hairs soon, and he wasn't even 40 yet. "We'll figure that nonsense out later. Graves, make sure that everyone knows what to do just in case. Knowles, I want you to keep lines open and following, the more they talk, the more we know. Jorge, just keep yourself busy and keep up the good work."

Everyone stood up to leave as Ser Gramm walked in, seeing everyone leaving he started to kick up a fuss but was quickly shut down by a glare from Graves. He'll have to keep them apart more often George thought to himself, they aren't exactly the best of friends.

Picking up an idle bottle of water, he re-watched the Magenta getting destroyed by the AEDAN Scimitar. It's going to be a long couple of years.
 
The atmosphere aboard the Mercy was subdued. News of the NSF Magenta's destruction had been received recently, and the Sentinels now regretted their decision to leave Directorate space and make for Echo Minor so quickly. On the bridge, two men in simple red and black military uniforms sat at a round table situated at the feet of the Captain's chair. One was Adreus Dalton, Third Paladin. The other, who dwarfed his companion in height, was Fifth Paladin Marcus Zeffirelli. The other three Paladins were away on business, scouting the area around Echo Minor, surveying it's surface, or setting up a rudimentary base. Nearly half of the cruiser's 1000-man crew were also involved in these activities, giving the ship a ghostly air which served to enhance the gloom. The two Paladin's sat in silence for some time. Finally, Dalton stirred.

He turned to his companion and said, stern faced, "The Captain has heard the news." Zeffirelli merely grunted in affirmation. Dalton waited a moment before speaking again. "And...?"

Zeffirelli turned a sharp eye on Dalton, without changing his cross-armed posture. "And what?"

"And you don't think we should seek his opinion on the matter?"

Zeffirelli took a deep breath, contemplated Dalton's words, then exhaled slowly. "No, I don't. If the Captain wanted to share with us, he would." Dalton snorted derisively. Zeffirelli knew as well as he that the Captain took a lot of coaxing before he would speak. Especially now, in his advancing age. "Besides," Zeffirelli continued, "you have you're own opinion, I have mine, the crew surely have theirs. We're probably more or less on the same page. Why do you need to hear it from the Captain's mouth as well?"

"Because I'm afraid our opinion is wrong," Dalton whispered. Marcus declined to respond. Dalton tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, then stood. He gave Marcus a curt nod, which was returned in kind, and headed for the Comm Room.

He found the Captain there, as expected. He was dictating a message to the comm officer, and Dalton stopped just inside the door to allow the Captain to conclude his business.

"Mercy to the Crown, Captain Nathaniel Hallis of The Sentinels speaking. I wish to state right now, before any misunderstandings arise, that our duty is to the people. Those who suffer and are in great need should look to us for aid. Laws and politics have no place in our mission, and as such any official contract between us is not possible. However, if you are of the same mind as us, that no man should fear for his well-being or the well-being of those he cares for so long as those with the power to prevent tragedy exist, then we may perhaps find mutual benefit so long as our goals coincide. This bluntness is not meant as an insult, merely an explanation. If this is acceptable, we will send a representative to New Autem and allow your ambassador to operate from our outpost here on Echo Prime, once we have both reasonably established ourselves. Mercy, out." The comm officer finished his procedures and gave the Captain an all-clear sign to signify the message had been sent successfully. The Captain turned to find Dalton standing just inside the comm room entrance, his body locked in a formal stance. The Captain motioned for him to follow into the hallway as he departed the room.

Dalton followed at a leisurely pace behind Hallis. Though in good shape for his seventy-eight years (constant physical conditioning and a denial of excess does that for a body), the inevitable fight against time was beginning to take it's toll on the Captain. Hallis said nothing as he patrolled the Mercy's halls with Dalton in tow, taking a round-a-bout path to his quarters. He knew something weighed heavily on the Paladin's mind. Dalton was the youngest of the five, having earned his way into the most elite of The Sentinel's ranks following years of exemplary service and the death of the previous Third Paladin in the midst of the bug invasion that nearly ended humanity. Whether it was his youth or his relative newness to both the Sentinels and the Paladins, Dalton was always eager to seek the Captain's judgement. While the other Paladins were content to simply follow the codes set by Hallis' and accept his occasional words of guidance (though of course they always deferred to his authority whenever he chose to exercise it), Dalton idolized the old man.

When Adreus finally chose to speak, his words came suddenly. "Was it right, what they did to the Magenta? I mean, what would you have done, Captain?" The Captain came to a stop, and Dalton had to backpedal to avoid crashing into him. He kept a respectful distance and waited. The Captain did not turn or move, merely stood in the middle of the hall with his loyal Paladin behind, awaiting his words of wisdom. He sighed. It had been a long time since he had been forced to reveal his inner thoughts. True, he had an answer ready, as he had been thinking long and hard about the incident in question. Most of the Sentinels allowed him to keep his silence however, a situation he was content with. Only Dalton questioned him so, and somehow he usually felt compelled to answer.

"The answer I would like to give is of course that I would have tried to save everyone. Boarded the ship, eliminated the threat, rescued the civilians in heroic fashion, all without losses to our valiant men. But..." He paused, unsure of what effect his next words would have on young Dalton. "But in reality, when faced with emergency situations such as that, things flash through your mind so quickly sometimes. You have to make a decision fast, and hope it turns out for the best. I think I would have done much the same as the commander of the Scimitar did. The Magenta admitted to carrying an Insectoid queen. You lived through the bug wars. I could never allow humanity to be faced with that sort of peril again, not if it was in my power to stop it. Maybe I would regret it later, and maybe not, but the deed would be done regardless. In time, the history books will decide who was right or wrong." The Captain finished his speech and immediately set off. No footsteps followed him for what remained of his trip his quarters. Back in the hallway, the artificial light of the Mercy illuminating him, Adreus Dalton processed his Captain's words. Eventually he gave a brief chuckle, and began his way to the mess hall. He hadn't eaten in some time, he realized, and he would need his strength for the rough times that lay ahead for the Sentinels, and what remained of humanity. He remembered that the other Paladins had, half in jest, given him the task of naming their new base. It would be designated a Haven, as per Sentinel tradition, and Dalton has just the name in mind: Haven Magenta.


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Extranet Report

Work on the new Sentinel base on Echo Minor, revealed to be named Haven Magenta, continues. A mutual understanding between the Kingdom of Arlia and the Sentinels has been reached, though it's exact terms and potential implications remains unclear.
 
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Special Operations and Tactical Insertion Division - Subsidiary of Penderyn Inc.

“Most of the 'jarheads' will be leaving their ships in lifeboats. They'll ride to the surface in air conditioned comfort, sipping wine, and nibbling on appetizers. Not you, however. Oh no, you're going to leave the Orion in a different method. Tell me boys and girls… how will you leave?” —Major Bryn Pugh
“We go feet first straight to hell, sir!” —Shock Trooper's response.
"Hoozaah! Helljumpers brace!" —Major Bryn Pugh

Recording before the deployment of the 1st Company, 4th Battalion in the SOTI division aboard the command ship Orion. They were sent to secure one of Penderyn Inc. biggest mining assets on the outer rim planet Antiga Minor from the Bugs crawling all over it.

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Exoatmospheric insertion vehicles performing re-entry with SOTI Troopers inside them

The recruitment video of the SOTI as the fight against the bugs start to come at its most worse.

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"Gafflwn Dihenydd Or fuddugol yn wiriol sydd, Ni fydd neb yn ein drechu, Falch ydy ni I drochu, Traed o flaen Ir Annwn, mewn y gwybodaeth fe godwn ni."
"We cheat Death from his rightful victory. No one can defeat us. We are glad to plunge feet first into Annwn (Hell) in the knowledge that we will rise."


BACKGROUND

The mega-corporation of Penderyn Inc. had vast assets all over known space, focusing on mining operations in the outer-rim colonies. As other corporations started intruding and forcefully evict their employees with Security Personnel under bogus claims, it became very clear for the board at Penderyn Inc. that they needed to establish their own division to keep their interests safe. The difference lied in that corporations had relied on recruiting minor security forces to do their dirty work while Penderyn decided to go a step further and escalate everything.

Enter the Special Operations and Tactical Insertion Division, SOTI for short, this subsidiary company were tasked as an in-house security force that would patrol among the stars of the outer rim and answer any distress calls with the Penderyn Inc. ID signature. Their training and specialization was all centred around quick insertion, neutralize the threat and restore facility control to the corporation again. Having military-grade material and personnel the rival security forces were just mere thugs in comparison and stood no chance.

When the separatists started their insurgency the Penedryn Inc. had everything to lose. So the entire SOTI Division was mobilized and a proper Chain of Command was enacted to organize against the rebels. At this stage a much closer cooperation started to grow with the USG Armed Forces. It was during this period of time as well that the Penedryn Inc. shoved enormous amounts of money into the daughter company making it to one of the largest military forces of its time. Troopers families were paid for, raising living standards for them and making it very lucrative to apply to. As more recruits started streaming in the drilling process were made harsher and more punishing. At its peak the SOTI Division composed of 30 Battalions, each with their own command ship and escort ships. A Battalion usually consisted of approx 5 000 personnel where 1 200 are Shock Troopers.

It is from the war with the Colonial Republic that the SOTI Shock Troopers got their nickname. "Helljumpers", and it was a name they took pride in. The SOTI Division not being an integral part of the USG Armed Forces, their command usually put them in suicide missions as sacrificial pawns. Luckily the Penderyn Inc. had been using the troopers quite actively previously and were well trained and equipped in missions where they would receive no support from the main army. The nickname really caught on after three battalions were ordered by the supreme command to drop down on a huge military complex the rebels had taken as their main base of operation. The Battlefield turned into a literal hell which they prevailed victorious out from.

When the Bugs came Penderyn was one of the wealthiest corporations in existence. The USG had been almost exclusively been using them to produce material for the war effort and had given them any captured facilities to continue producing more. Of course substantial amount of this new wealth had been pushed into the daughter company. The SOTI Division was even capable of deploying armoured infantry battalions inside enemy territory by this point. The Bugs however were threatening the prosperity of the company so the SOTI Command were ordered to "take care of it". Even though they had early victories the Bugs just kept pumping more at them than the Division could handle and eventually it tipped the balance and they were overrun losing vast amounts of territory.

The command of SOTI realized they were to be defeated and the last of humanity extinguished. So they shifted priorities against the will of Penedryn Inc. board and the entire military force were reorganized to dedicate every last trooper to evacuate civilian settlements and help them get to the Fringe.
"If I believe it will save one family, I will throw myself into the pits of hell once more" —Commander Pyr the Elder Penedryn

The entire vast mega-corporation of Penedryn Inc disappeared with the rest of UGC but a small part of their legacy is left in the SOTI Division Mercenary corporation. The 4th Battalion with their command ship the Orion survived thanks to escorting civilian transports trough the trade lane to the Fringe right before it was closed. They are led by Colonel Gareth Vaughan, the last shock trooper of the first generation produced by SOTI.

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Shock Trooper of SOTI 4th Battalion.

EXTRANET

Faction Name: Penedryn Inc. Special Operations and Tactical Insertion Division, SOTI for short.
Leader Name: Colonel Gareth Vaughan
Ship: The lone command ship Orion manned by the remnants of the SOTI Shock-troopers numbering 1 000.
Company Mandate: Combat
Alignment: Neutral
 
Overseer Jonathon Baptiste frowned at the video of the NFS Magenta being torn apart by the bombardment from AEDAN. He had replayed it several times in front of the Advisory Council, and all had kept silent as it played. Eventually the Head of Security, Zhu Zheng, spoke up, "What was done was neccessary. No chances can be taken when the Insectoids are involved."

Baptiste leaned back in his chair, at the head of the table, and watched Chief Medical Director, Ivan Grekov, dap his profusely sweating brow with a silk hankerchief. The obese Russian trembled slightly, as he spoke to towering Chinaman, "In Gods name Zhu, that was an entire ship full of people! Innocents!"

"There are no innocents." Baptiste cut in severly, his gaze fixed on the Doctor, "Not when it concerns the Masses."

"Well, yes, of course!" Grekov's three chins wobbled with emotion, "But the Masses are in chains! Those people there, they are like us, they are the Free!"

"No. They are not like us, they are not the Free. Not truly." Baptiste stroked his greying goatee as he eyed off the Russian, "They do not belong to our ranks. They are not part of Zenith United. They are not guardians. They may be free, but they are not the Free. Do I make myself clear, Doctor?"

Ivan Grekov dropped his gaze to the floor and mumbled in confirmation. Zheng looked at the Russian with contempt, before turning his attention to the Overseer, "Well, since we will not include them as being our equals, what will this mean for our diplomatic relations?"

"An astute question, Zhu." Baptiste said, pleased. Others thought that the giant guard was all brawn, but he was actually very intelligent. Of all of his advisors, Baptiste decided, Zhu was the one he could not do without. Clearing his throat, he began to explain, "We shall maintain cordial relations with this polity, and shall endeavour to make ourselves appear as compromising as possible. They plan to travel to the Darkstar system, according to the Extranet, just like us, so peaceful relations are a neccessity, at least for the time being. However, to counter their influence, it may be prudent to invite another mercanary corporation to the system. The balance of power must remain in our favour gentlemen, lest we end up like them."

Pressing a button on the table, the video of the NFS Magenta being destroyed was played, once more.

***

Extranet Report

The ZU observes AEDAN's attack on the NFS Magenta.
 
Baptiste and the Advisory Council looked at the monitor, which showed the surface of the planet known as Darkstar Charlie. The initial assumption was that the planet was a gas giant, however, as all could see, that was clearly wrong. The Overseer, and his Council, looked on in awe at the volcanic hell-hole before them. Doctor Ivan Grekov was the first to speak up, drenched in sweat as usual, “Is… Is this really the place, Overseer?”

Baptiste nodded without shifting his gaze from the screen, “Yes, this is the planet unimaginatively named Darkstar Charlie. There.” He pointed at a small object in front of the planet, “There is Charlie Minor, its moon. This shall be our new home, gentlemen.”

Grekov trembled as he looked at the screen, now thoroughly drenched, “But, that place looks like a hell on Earth!”

“Perhaps. But all scans of the planet indicate enormous deposits of mineral wealth, as well as a surprising number of biological flora and fauna on the planet as well. It is no garden of Eden, but it shall serve us well.”

“But-“ The overweight Doctor was cut off by the hulking Zhu Zheng, who glared at the terrified man. Staring him down, Zheng began to speak, “The Masses do not need, nor deserve, a planet of comfort and pleasure. We can produce cities that will protect us all from the dangers of the world, and will reinforce our control over the Masses.”

“Oh?” Baptiste smiled inwardly at Zhu’s words. The man had a delightfully insidious mind. “Please elaborate, Head of Security Zheng.”

“Of course, Overseer.” The leathery face split with a cruel smile, “We will be able to construct entire cities according to our own specific designs, allowing us to maximise control over the Masses. For dissidents, we would have the option of exile from the cities, which would inevitably lead to death. Either the Masses would have to work as we say, when we say, or be cast out into the furnace.”

Baptiste chuckled quietly, “Now that is an interesting proposal, Zheng. I support it. Does the rest of the Council support Zheng’s proposal?”

A quiet chorus of consent was murmured from the different Advisors, even from the terrified Doctor Grekov. Baptiste smiled openly as he turned his attention back to the planet on-screen, “Well, with it decided, Darkstar Charlie shall now be our new home.” He frowned slightly, “Though that is a rather uninspired name. Does anyone have a suggestion as to our new homeworld’s name?”

“I do.” Zheng said with a chuckle, “Diyu.”

“Diyu?” Baptiste looked puzzled, “Why Diyu?”

“I was raised in China, back on Earth.” Zheng said uncaringly, “Diyu was the Chinese name for what you would call Hell.”

Baptiste laughed, “A fine name as any. Very well then, let us settle on Diyu, and make it our own!”

***

Extranet Report

The ZU has renamed Darkstar Charlie to Diyu.
Diyu is now known to be a volcanic world.


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A picture of Diyu taken by the Cage, of Zenith United.​
 
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The Corsairs of the Fringe will establish itself upon the surface of Greenstar Charlie.

The planet will be scanned and explored.
 
Shortly after Salaris' message ...

Locaton: Executive Meeting Room on the Tess Doerner


McNeil looked at his board of directors. After the message played out, he was eyeing each of his directors to see their reactions. If there's a silver lining of the Kestrel War, then you could say it created a new group of competent executives who weren't pompous or slothful. Indeed, each of The Kestrel Company's executives deserved their position for their skill, not for their friends or their past.

The first person he noted was Stewart Burton. As soon as there was the threat of the ship being hammered into a million pieces, Burton immediately showed signs of panic and hid under the table. This wasn't very surprising; Burton is known to be a coward. In fact, McNeil was surprised that Burton didn't bolt out the door and make a run for an escape pod. Burton didn't like direct confrontations; instead, he preferred to indirectly harm with subterfuge. He is the Director of Management and loves every minute of being in his office. In fact, some people say Burton loves his job so much that its scary. His loyalties change on a dime; McNeil knows this because he easily convinced Burton to defect from the the anti-McNeil faction to the pro-McNeil faction.

Chase Patterson, the Director of Finances, was the next person to observe. Unlike Burton, he stayed calm throughout the entire ordeal, although he did show some fear at certain moments. McNeil expected that of his chief rival during the Kestrel War; the faction that was against him wasn't run by Burton but by Patterson.

Although it might seem like an idiotic move to put his enemies as executives, the old saying "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." sums up what McNeil is doing. By giving his former enemies positions as executives, he can keep an eye on their movements and see if they're up to any funny business. Both Patterson and Burton excel at their jobs and, by keeping his former enemies at a high position, McNeil will make himself appear as a businessman, not a ruthless conqueror who stomps on anyone in his way.

Wetzel von Kramer was scared by the Athenium threat, although he didn't cower under the table. von Kramer, an aging, skinny man, isn't an intimidating figure. Unlike Patterson and Burton, McNeil had no problems with giving von Kramer his position back as Director of Research and Development. McNeil knew that von Kramer was bullied into the anti-McNeil faction during the Kestrel War. von Kramer didn't join because he was friends with Patterson or wanted to destroy McNeil; he wanted to save his own hide. McNeil couldn't blame von Kramer for taking that decision and has no hard feelings against him.

Fen Ling Song didn't react at all to Athenium threat; she looked at them as if they were kidding while sipping her drink. McNeil expected that reaction. Ten years earlier, Fen came out of nowhere and joined the company. She came in and started working, quickly climbing the ranks. Eventually, Fen caught McNeil's attention for her progress, and recruited her into his cause during the war. With her skills, she created supply lines that always ran the enemy blockades successfully and eluded the attacks of the enemy. Now, she's the Director of Logistics and would be working in the future to create efficient shipping lanes.

Next is Cedric Thomas, the Director of Engineering. Even though his eyes were filled with fear, McNeil knew Thomas to be a fearless, laid back guy. As a kid, he was always getting into trouble building stuff that either exploded, made loud noises, or both. His tinkering lead him to designing spaceships for the Kestrel Company. Now, he's taking care of the ships he helped design and possibly design new structures or ships.

Gordon Elwin, the Director of Information Technology, was baffled by the fact that they had no Extranet access. Now he knew what was problem was; the Extranet access was being blocked by Athenium. After the Athenium government cleared the ship, he immediately started to look at the map. He's probably going to pass that to Fen, as she will analyze the map and figure out the best location for a base.

Raymond Grant, the Director of Security, was surprised by the Athenium threat. Instead of reacting in fear, he looked like he was amused by them. With experience as a soldier for the Colonial Repulbic, years of martial arts, and 10 years of working with some of the best security companies, Grant knew what the "Greeks" were doing. "They were acting tough," he said. "With all of these ships, we probably would've overpowered them."

"Sure, we might be able to overpower them. The other ships, however, are complete strangers, plus the battle would probably result in a lot of people dead. Including us. I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to be dead right now," Tommy "Dusty" Ramsay remarked

As a former spin writer for a prominent politician and a witty talk show host, Dusty always had a snide or clever remark to respond with in any situation. He also knows how to deflect attention and focus on the good side of things. That's how he became the Director of Public Relations.

McNeil now turns his attention to Fen. She is already marking a tablet with the map. Apparently, the other ships have been claiming their own spots. McNeil preferred to wait to claim something rather than rush into it. He had to make some good trades, after all.

"Fen, have you figured out a good location for a base?"

"Well, Diomedes Beta looks like a good location as any around here."

"That is a nice location. Tell the captain to move into the Diomedes sector. We're going to establish a base on Diomedes Beta."

Before the Tess Doerner leaves, a distress signal came in. Before anyone could respond, one of the ships started moving torwards the NFS Magneta, the ship that the signal came out of. The ship opened fire on the Magenta and the Magenta became another wreckage in the Fringe.

"Well, the Athenium Directorate will always remember this moment. I highly doubt I could do anything to help them stave off the attention now," Ramsay remarked.

"I was right. They're just all bark with no bite," said Grant.

"You're right," said McNeil. "Now let's get out of here before the Athenium Directorate decides to blow someone else up in order to save face."

Extranet:

The Kestrel Company will move its fleet to the Diomedes System and establish a base on Diomedes Beta.

The Kestrel Company also observed the Insectoid breakout and thinks the Athenium government is mostly bark with a little bite.

Board of Directors/Executives for The Kestrel Company
Fen Ling Song, Director of Logistics

Stewart Burton, Director of Management

Wetzel von Kramer, Head of Research and Development (R&D)

Cedric Thomas, Head of Engineering

Tommy "Dusty" Ramsay, Director of Public Relations (PR)

Raymond Grant, Director of Defense

Chase Patterson, Director of Finances

Gordon Elwin, Director of Information Technology (IT)​

Notes: The terms director, head, and executive, will be used interchangeably.

Yes, Wetzel von Kramer was one of McNeil's enemies. McNeil has nothing against him, though, because Wetzel was bullied into joining the anti-McNeil faction. Could you blame him if you had a gun to your head, being threatened to join a faction or else die?

Chase Patterson is the Patterson that was against McNeil during the Kestrel War. As you might expect, he had the capital, the resources, and the connections that make him a true powerhouse. People used to always try and stay on his good side until the Kestrel War. At that point, he lost everything and now lives everyday in shame.

Stewart Burton was also one of his enemies during the Kestrel War. Burton is a schemer, but his plans fall apart if you directly confront him about it. His loyalties generally change on a dime; one moment, he's your friend, the next, he's your enemy.

The other executives aren't enemies of McNeil.

Fen Ling Song is the cool head under pressure; she typically doesn't show panic or fear while focusing on the task at hand.

Raymond Grant is the big, burly guy you don't want to mess with. As a former soldier of the Colonial Republic, he knows the ins and outs of his job and even gets into patrols.

Cedric Thomas is basically your go to guy if you want to get stuff built or repaired. As he can make machines from a pile of parts you give, he's clearly the most qualified person for the job.

Tommy "Dusty" Ramsay was a former spin writer for a prominent politician and a witty talk show host. With his skills, he knows how to make the company look good while deflecting the negative press that the company will receive.

Gordon Elwin manages the company's extranet system and is in charge of maintaining it.
 
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A New Beginning, Filled with Disaster

- "Sir, the radio chatter is exploding with civilians being worried" The Communication officer broke the silence of another quiet day on their way trough the Fringe.

Colonel Gareth Vaughan was sipping his coffee in the commanders chair, his gray tired eyes starring at the screen in-front of him with data streaming directly from Communication. He downed the last of the coffee as he pulled up the ETA calculation of when to reach. "One year, One fucking year of nothingness and now this piece of crap." he thought to himself but kept a calm face.

- ""We are going to need to increase our speed if we want to reach the Fringe, Officers" he said even though they were 10-15 minutes from the end of the trade lane.

The officers looked puzzled for a moment but went back to their business, only the Communication Officer had a pale white face knowing what was waiting. The civilian ships in-front of them had been chattering about rumors that the government in the Fringe had decided to put itself in Quarantine and shut down the trade lane trapping everyone in nowhere and starve to death. Gareth pulled up the Engineering Officer on his holographic screen.

- "Is it possible to create our own warp-bubble behind us with the FTL drive to get some extra push?" The officer shrugged and answered "I suppose, but it might kill us in the process, don't think the structure can handle the stress Sir."
- "Just make it happen, we only need it for a minute, standby for my order to execute it." He turned down the comm to Engineering and turned to the Helmsman "Do you think you will be able to keep the ship stable lass?"

She responded with a common "Aye, Sir!" to the Colonel. He smiled and then put the ship in high alert and brace status. He setup a synchronization clock all across the ship's displays and ordered engineering to execute their orders when it finished. As it counted down more and more officers started reporting in strange data readouts at the end of the tunnel. He already knew what they meant but said nothing, no need to worry the crew with what they can not control. As it reached zero it felt as if the entire ship exploded and was going to break apart. Several officers hit their heads into the panels and parts of the interior broke apart and fell onto the floor as debris. The helmsman was struggling to keep guiding the ship going in a straight line, she had to actively fight all the forces trying to drag the ship apart. Those brief seconds felt like an eternity before they emerged on the other side, right before the trade lane was closed down by the government residing in Atheneum.

Medical personnel was dispatched to everywhere on the ship. About a dozen entered the bridge starting carrying officers to the medical center. Gareth finally drew a breath, relieved of that he managed to save his crew from a most horrible faith. "You did well." Petty officer Dilwen Pryce heard from right behind her, the Colonel was commending her effort. She was too shaken to even respond and couldn't fathom how he could still be calm. "Ah seems like we will be greeted" He stood up for the formalities and opened up the communication link on the main display. But it was not the welcoming he expected.

Immediately after Captain Nicholas Salaris had demanded their removal from the quarantine area a civilian ship were blown up right in-front of Gareth. It made him think of what wretched place they have ended up on. He appointed a night-watch and ordered them to find somewhere to orbit and repair the ship. He stood slowly up with help of his cane and headed towards his quarters. His leg had been blown to smithereens in the Colonial War and it was still troubling him and never fully healed, it ached more now when he was reaching his late years, 63 years old and 44 of those has been in service. But his commitment was still strong troughout, now however without direction he did not know what that commitment would be...

EXTRANET​

It has been reported that among the last survivors trough the trade lane, are remnants of the Penedryn Inc. SOTI Division. So far their intentions are unclear but they have set a heading for Greenstar

SOTI Division goes into Orbit around Greenstar Echo Minor and starts preparing their ship to become their mobile base.
 
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Alfred Wilson, Controller of RaIn Inc. and Captain of the experimental stealth cruiser Discretionary Valor, sat in his chair, fiddling with his favorite pistol when he heard the light cough of a crew member who's name he believed was Tim. "Well, hello Tim, do you have something to report or are you just wasting my time."

"My name isn't- Never mind. Boss, I've just received reports from our communications officer, Hank Faraday, that there is a large flotilla of ships also heading towards Hydra Charlie. They call themselves 'the blob'."

"Interesting... tell Officer Farraday to open a diplomatic channel with this 'Blob', we need peaceful neighbors while we build up our strength. Also, tell Farraday to ask for permisson to send one of ou infiltrators into their ranks as an 'ambassador', I could always use an inside man"

"Got it boss."

The ensign runs off, yet Alfred Wilson continues to talk, immersing himself in the inexhaustible grip of his own voice. "You know, Alfred, I think this might just be our big break. And if not, at least it's a start

Extranet: RaIn Inc. opens up a diplomatic Chanel with the Blob and offers a trade of ambassadors. They also rename, Hydra Charlie Minor "Secret Moon Base!"
 
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"So what's the word, baby brother? Have they picked a homestead yet?" Audi Cobb climbed the narrow ladder onto the Radiant Cobb's bridge. Her back was to the bank of monitors where her brother J.J. spent most of his time alone, and she expected to find him and corner him until she got the inside scoop.

"I'm workin on it, gorramit girl" Audi was startled to hear her father. Jayne Cobb, the Hero of Canton, was obviously uncomfortable, his lips moving slightly as he read summaries on the planets in the sector.

There was a insistent beep, and Jayne Junior pulled up the message. "You might want to work faster." Audi's mother, Jaimie Fleming, chimed in, reading over her son's shoulders. "That's another one claimed. We're running out of decent choices."

"We don't want a decent planet." Audi said. "Decent planets are for settlers. Maybe you didn't notice, ma, but most of our folks aren't exactly the 'settle down and plant beans' type."

"Knock it if you want. I wouldn't mind my grandkids growing up where the air doesn't come out of a machine. And eating food that wasn't grown in a vat."

"What grandkids? I'm pretty sure nobody's pregnant."

"Ain't nobody growing up anywhere!" Jayne barked. "I'm lookin for a parkin space is all."

There was another beep, and this time Jaimie reached over J.J. to answer it herself. "That's another one of our civilians. They thank us for the help, but they're tagging along with The Blob from here." The Radiant Cobb had acquired a gaggle of unarmed ships crammed with refugees over the course of the Bug War. Jaimie tried to find ways to make them pay their way, but truth be told the Legends were better off without most of them. With the exception of...

"And here comes one from the Peragus. Foreman Domai wants to 'discuss the future of our partnership.'" Jaimie let out a weary sigh. The Peragus was a mobile mining and refining platform. Her crew had mutinied against their corporate masters, and the Legends had accepted a contract to defend them from retaliation. That was over a decade ago, and the Peragus had been a loyal, even helpful, companion ever since, supplying fuel and vital metals. But every so often the workers aboard decided they weren't taken seriously enough by the fighting men aboard the Livin' Legends' little fleet, and needed reassuring and placating. A job that usually fell to Jaimie, a former reporter and general shrewd manipulator and businesswoman.

"I'll have Tempe get a shuttle ready for you." Audi replied. She looked at the navigational holo plotting the paths of the loose gaggle of ships that the Radiant Cobb had wound up in. "Looks like the Blob is headed toward Hydra. Maybe we ought to tag along? They seem like likely customers."

"Allright, I got it!" Jayne said suddenly. "We'll head to Hydra. Seems to me like they're the kind of folks who'll be needin' us before too long." The old mercenary leaned back with a proud smile on his face. Audi was used to this. Her father tended to genuinely think other people's ideas were his. Her theory was when he was trying to concentrate, only a small part of his brain actually heard what other people said. Ideas got lodged in there without him noticing. Probably how Ma's managed to keep him thinking he runs things.

"I like how you think." Her mother kissed Jayne's head, while shooting a conspiratorial smile to Audi. "These asteroids look promising. Likely something that our friends on the Peragus can do something with. No one else seems to be bothering with them."

"As good a place as any. I'll pass the word to the boys. We can jump once you get back from talking over the miners. Next stop, Hydra." Audi slid back down the ladder, and roamed the contorted halls of the old frigate to the mess hall, where the crew was waiting for her report.


Extranet

The famous Jayne Cobb has arrived on the fringe with his Livin' Legends mercenary company. They seem to have set up operations in the asteroid field designated Hydra Echo. Locals have already begun referring to the field as Cobb's Rocks.

This extranet report brought to you by Fruity Oaty Bars.

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George looked over to his friends, Ambassador Knowles and Chief Graves. The last two messages required their attention as much as his.

"So, I thinks that this" Graves looks at his notes "this Rain Inc is a bunch'o tossers that'll git us as soon as our back are turned. But'll be good to have good relations with our neighbours. I think Kyle should head over right quick and see what they've got." Nodding to Kyle, Grave learns back a turns on his e-cigar, all the pungency of a cigar and only half the smoke.

Kyle turns to George, "The Cobbs look like a good enough bunch, it seems they're following us into the Hydra Sector given the reports we get from the people we get from their fleet. I'll send one of my staff there in order to open communications as well. They may be hicks here like Graves, but that doesn't stop them from potentially being friendly neighbours." Both George and Kyle laugh at Graves' expense, who puffs away nonchalantly.

A message popped up on George's personal organisation device. "Heh," he huffs after reading it "another group has joined us. They have a funny thing, apparently our friendly nickname has become stuck across the Extranet and we're known as the Blob. Alfred will make a fuss over that." At this news Kyle simply rolls his eyes and Graves snorts.

"That busybody will get us in trouble, I know it. Least we can do is restrict him from more important meetings, which seems to be happenings successfully at a surprising rate." Graves pondered.

A malicious smile crept across the face of Ambassador Knowles. "Why don't we send Ser Alfred Gramm to the Cobbs? He seems like his aristocratic nature would fit in well with their homely country ways." George stared at Kyle as Graves began to laugh uproariously. The meeting wound down, everyone came to a consensus. Neighbourly attitudes with Rain and the Cobbs will be established, with Alfred conveniently out of the way.

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Extranet Report


Colonial Flotilla #11266578AB-3S, colloquially known in the Fringe as "The Blob", has sent Ambassador Kyle Knowles to RaIn Inc and Emissary Ser Alfred Gramm to the Cobbs Clan in order to establish communications within the Hydra Sector.

As well, it has become known that Colonial Flotilla #11266578AB-3S has been taking in civilian ships requesting entrance into their flotilla. More news to come.
 
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The command bridge was unusually clamorous following Delivery's entrance into the Chrimera Interstellar medium. Officers and maintenance crew workers had poured out of the vast sectors of the ship into the primary gathering halls and bridges - all abuzz with the recent news of settlement. Throughout the night, digital reports were sent through the central command computer to the individual logs of Collective servicemen, pronouncing close proximity to Chrimera Beta. The crew, exhausted and weary, breathed a general sigh of relief. The months of desperation had drained the will of Optproc remnants, for contracts and resources were scarce, reducing the once proud company to a unrecognizable shell of it's former self. All that remained was a single ship, a mere token of the prestigious fleet that preceded the Delivery. Where once, survival seemed improbable, the chances of sustainability had now shifted. In order to persist within the Fringe, settlement was imperative, and failure to occupy, could be interpreted as a death sentence. Therefore reports that the Collective had managed to secure a colonial interest in Chrimera Beta rallied excitement among the hundreds, all occupied with the revitalized discourse to endure and expand.

Director (Lt. Colonel) Hayden Zemke marched a sizable procession of advisers from his meeting quarter to the command bridge. The jubilant nature of the ship and it's inhabitants pleased Zemke, whom had not perceived such fervor since their flight to the Fringe. Draped in his ceremonial battle-armor, fellow officers hailed the incoming director as he paraded to his destination. Avoiding all methods of swift transportation, the Director ensured that his presence was known to the crew - his stride forcing their respect and attention, before blurring away in the distance. The 'triumph' was not a brief one, but the very nature of the advance elevated the charisma of the director even before he arrived at his place of work. Zemke entered the bridge with pride and pomp, dispersing his procession to their respective positions until the command center was cleared of unnecessary personnel.

"Greetings - Lt. Colonel Hayden Zemke, the Delivery is currently running on 46% efficiency," hummed the central computer that stretched across the bridge. Constructed by private contractors during the Colonial War, Optproc ship's all contained a specified computer that was linked to the central computer at Collective headquarters. Following the events of E-day, the computer of Zemke's ship designated itself the central computer - confirming fears that all other Collective ship's had been wiped out.

"I received a personal transmission that describes a contact attempt by a nearby colonial fleet. Please proceed and project the message," responded the Director, sitting down on his personal desk - positioned in the direct center of bridge operations.

"I am sorry, Lt. Colonel Hayden Zemke, all diplomatic messages must be accessed by Optproc Collective Director's or designated appointees." Zemke slammed his hand on his armor, his face turning a bright red. This had not been the first time such a inconvenience had unveiled itself.

"Delivery, for the hundredth time, I am the acting director - confirmed by your own internal proclamation," shouted the 'Director,' his exclamation catching the attention of working officers.

"Acting Director Arden Bowdoin was not proclaimed dead. His survival remains a possibility."

Zemke shot up to his feet, his fists clenched. "Central Computer - I request a calculation of survival on the arrival of Arden Bowdoin to the planet Chrimera Beta taking into account the events of E-Day." The computer dissolved into a diverse array of sounds, before providing a message to the Lt. Colonel: "Congratulations, Hayden Zemke - you have been appointed Director of the Optproc Collective."

The Director gave the computer a stern glance, and then returned to his seat - while the rest of the bridge workers gave Zemke a uneasy applause. The Director nodded in acceptance, though he feared that this incident would not be the last time technical malfunctions harmed his status in the Collective. Shortly after, the computer returned to activity: "The following message was received from unmarked Chimera space -- 'This is the flagship Crown from the Kingdom of Arlia, contacting the Delivery from the Optproc Collective. Belinda Arlian, Princess of Arlia, speaking. We heard your report that you are settling on Chimera Beta. We would like to know if you are willing to open official and friendly diplomatic relations between our two groups since we are colonizing Chimera Alpha. Crown, out."'

The Director leaned backwards, his arms folded across the battle-armor. On a usual basis, fleets and flotilla's approached the Collective with offers, not diplomatic requests for relations. But it seemed that the age of rampant economic success had faded away, replaced with a cruel atmosphere of survival that seemingly depended on co-operation. Friends were now held with a greater value then wealth, though Zemke longed for 'normalcy.'

"Computer, respond transmission to the Kingdom of Arlia:

"This is Director Hayden Zemke of the Optproc Collective, responding to your previous transmission. The Collective does not possess any security contracts directed against the Kingdom of Arlian - therefore we will receive all diplomatic lines from Chimera Alpha in the interests of organizational peace."

Extranet:

The private military and security firm - The Optproc Collective - has reportedly accepted Airlian offers for diplomatic relations within the Chimera System.
 
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Commandant Zolotov
Acting Commander of the Heren Armed Forces

Born to a affluent family with deep martial traditions in serving the United Sol Governments, young Zolotov served as an officer for the majority of his youth, rising high for his skill and social connections, but held from the upper echelons for his often daring, bordering reckless, strategies, which rather than earning a brilliant victory always ended in unneeded causalities and at best, Pyrrhic victories. Refusing to accept the failures wrought from his command, Zolotov left military service to pursue employment as an independent security force, free from what he believed to be entrenched military politics keeping him back.

His wish was not granted, as he washed out of several contracts, all due to mismanagement. Ekric Intergalactic would be Zolotov's last employer, as the Insectoid aggression prompted Ekric administrators to prioritize military experience over track records. Sent to the planet Heren, Zolotov was the commanding officer over the consultation task force, and it was under his orders that his men would stay planet side rather than take off.

When Commissioner Lehrman moved to institute a police state, Zolotov saw an opportunity for advancement. Using his armed men as leverage, Zolotov and the Ekric forces on Heren agreed to terminate their employment with Ekric Intergalatic, and became soldiers for Lehrman's "Heren State". Zolotov became Commandant (a point of contention intitially, Zolotov demanding something that commanded more authority), and promoted his close friends and loyal servicemen to form a general staff, more akin to a shadowy cabal.

Currently, Zolotov and his Armed Forces represent the policies of interventionism and military strength, things that just so happen to provide himself with benefits.



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Commissioner Lehrman
Chief of Heren Police

A lifelong inhabitant of Heren, Lehrman was always the proper citizen, law-abiding and loyal. It was only right that he pursue a career enforcing such beloved laws, and thus, Lehrman rose through the ranks of the Heren Police, becoming the youngest in the force to achieve the title of Chief, overseer of all operations and administration. Under his tenure, crime shrank to new lows and public safety soared, earning Lehrman a reputation as a Heren hero, generally admired by the populace, save those who were criminals of course.

When tensions rose, it was Lehrman who petitioned the incumbent civil government to allow an general increase in defensive spending, allowing a stronger police force, and the hiring of Ekric Intergalatic for consultation. However, Lehrman feared these measures were too weak, and would do little to save Heren. The civil government refused to increase spending, but Lehrman persisted, peacefully at first.

News of the Insectoid rise is what proved the tipping point, driving Lehrman to institute a form of police state, toppling the civil government, in the defence of Heren and its citizens. Authoritarian measures were undertaken, liberties were curtailed, and public spending shifted radically towards the improvement of national defense, but the people were surprisingly content. Lehrman was a hero, and the Insectoid threat scared many into submission, so civil outrage was limited to those imprisoned already. With the admission of the Ekric into the national aegis, Lehrman was free to command massive control over Heren in time for the migration to the Fringe.

Currently, Lehrman and his police force represent the policies of isolationism, believing that with the Heren State steadfast, it must only wait out the Insectoid storm while stability is returned and the galaxy returns to good days of prosperity.
 
Salterite Flotilla moves from Atheneum Star System to Hydra Star System. Salterite Flotilla decides to settle Hydra Alpha.

The new colony shall be known as the ComStar Directive.

Exploration of the Hydra Alpha is to commence immediately
 
ADS Flagship, The Ark
+49 Hours After Quarantine Zone Cleared


The door slid open silently. Captain Nicholas Salaris stepped inside, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light. As the figures within came into focus, Salaris' back went rigid, and his hand thrust to his brow in a salute.

Before him was Councillor-Admiral Alexis Diodorus, head of the Atheneum Fleet. He returned the salute in a casual manner, a sniffer of brandy in his hand. "At ease, Captain." Salaris relaxed but kept his attentive stance. The warm eyes of Diodorus studied him, and a slight smile broke on his face, buried under his snow white beard. "Come in, Captain, please. This is an informal meeting. Can I get you a drink?" Salaris had only met the admiral one other time in his thirty year career. His graduating class at the academy had stood before the admiral and listened to a speech that he could not remember. They wore different uniforms back then, and fought under a different flag; The Kelmore Combine. Now, thirty years later, he was being offered a drink by this same man.

"Yes. A scotch, if you please, Admiral. Neat."

Diodorus smile grew more pronounced. It was hard to believe that this man could be the most powerful man in the Fringe. Back on New Athens, Diodorus' election campaigns paint him as a grandfatherly figure, one of the original founders of the colony. Having served under him for all these years, Salaris knows this is but a façade. The man is cold and calculating, and willing to sacrifice for the good of all Atheneum. "Please, won't you join us?" The Admiral motioned to an empty seat. Salaris obliged with a nod.

Across from the captain was another prominent figure of the Atheneum military, General Lucan Andross. Head of the AD Colonial Marines. Andross, dark close cropped hair that matched his skin, had fled the Republic just over a decade ago, and in that short time has proved to be an indispensable asset for Atheneum. The Directorate made him one of their top generals, and he proved vital in defeating the Combine. Andross raised his glass in greeting to the Captain. "Sir," Salaris nodded in reply.

Beside Anrdoss was another man, his body flickering slightly in the telltale sign of a hologram. It was Councillor Gus Agara, head of the Atheneum Defence Force. His face was emotionless as he regarded Salaris.

Diodorus placed a glass of scotch in Salaris' hand. "Thank you, Sir."

"You are welcome, Captain. You know General Andross and Councillor Agara, I am sure."

"Yes, Sir. It is an honour, really." Salaris said awkwardly, nodding to each man.

Andross laughed in a deep booming voice. "Relax, Captain." Salaris quickly took a drink.

Diodorus took a seat next to the captain, punching keys in rapid succession on his armchair console. A hologram projection of the extranet feed whirred to life over the coffee table between the four men. The pale plastic skin of EDI focused into reality over the table, her eyes blue and shining, regarded the men, waiting to be called upon. "Now Captain," began Diodorus. "We all want to commend you on the fine work you have done in maintaining the quarantine. I know it couldn't have been easy."

"It was difficult, Sir, but necessary. We are lucky that more infected did not make it through."

Diodorus nodded. "Indeed we are. I read your report. Quite the mixed group of refugees I'd say. Already they are making an impact. EDI?"

EDI's blue eyes focused on the Admiral, and the steel mandibles of her mouth began clicking together as she started processing information. "Atlantean Espionage, Defense, and Assault Network. Formed shortly after the Moscow Crises, AEDAN sought to..."

"That's fine EDI," interrupted the Admiral, turning to Andross. "What do we know of them?"

"Black Ops. Opportunistic. The Magenta..." Began the general.

"The NFS Magenta," Clicked the mandibles of EDI. "Destroyed during EVAC operations on Sparta." The plastic body of EDI melted away to reveal a freighter being disintegrated above Spartan orbit.

"It could have been worse." Frowned Diodorus. "Much worse. How the Magenta managed to blow by quarantine measures is beyond me." The Admiral frowned toward the holo of Councillor Agara.

The councillor bulked. "There was nothing that could be done! My forces are spread too thin, and all the Dion Plate is in jeopardy."

Diodorus raised a calming hand to Agara. "It is clear that some of these companies are going to prove useful."

Agara scoffed. "Oh sure... When we greet them with spooling guns and cutting words! I told you we should have sent emissaries, and opened up channels of diplomacy."

The eyes of Diodorus, which had been warm a moment ago, were now ice cold. "We have been over this. Livin Legends, Corsairs, and Gosgossos?"

"Drunks, pirates and brawlers." Answered Andross swiftly.

"New Anthropic?" Asked the Admiral.

"Republican remnant," said Andross.

"Sentinels, Arlia?"

"Republican loyalists."

"USG Senatorial Remnant, and Imperial Remnant and everyone in-between?!" Diodorus' voice was quickly rising in anger and his face growing flushed. "We came here to escape the Colonial War, now it is on our very doorstep! Strength is the only position these people understand, and I will not tiptoe around and let these war mongers tear this system apart along with the bugs!"

Agara lowered his gaze sullenly to the ground. "I have always supported you, Admiral."

"I know." He said firmly, turning his attention to Salaris. The admiral stood up, motioning the captain to do the same. "Captain Nicholas Salaris. Thirty years you have served the fleet. Campaign after campaign of successful operations, and yet the name you bear has held you back." Salaris raised his chin defiantly, thinking of his kin that sullied his family name. "I will not have such in my Directorate." The admiral produced a small black box, opening it, he revealed a silver star laying in a bed of silk. Taking it out, he pinned it to Salaris' collar. "By the power invested in my office, I hereby name you Rear Admiral of the Atheneum Fleet."

Salaris blinked. "Thank you, Councillor Admiral."

Diodorus grinned. "It's Lord-Admiral now." Andross and the holo of Agara both stood and saluted.

Salaris stepped out of the quarters, his mind racing. The Directorate had suspended democracy, placing dictatorial powers onto Admiral Diodorus. As for Salaris, he was now an admiral himself. How bad had the bug war gotten for all this to transpire. As he sat down in a shuttle, bound for his ship, The Pegasus, his datapad blinked to life. His new security clearance had come through. As he skimmed the reports his pride of promotion withered away, as the haunting scenes of Sparta flashed over his eyes.



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Extranet Report
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Rumours have surfaced that the Atheneum Quarantine may have more to do with keeping warring factions out of the star system rather then containing the bug threat. The Atheneum Directorate have suspended democracy in the system and given dictatorial powers to Lord-Admiral Alexis Diodorus, commander of the AD Fleet. One of his first orders was to promote Captain Nicholas Salaris to the rank of Rear Admiral.
 
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The flotilla of makeshift colony ships orbited Hydra Alpha as members of the High Command observed the second wave of transports carrying freemen and supplies to the surface. Uriah Salter stood stoically, in front of him was the future of his people, a cold barren world that possessed a breathable atmosphere although it suffered from lower oxygen rates than a typical gaia planet. This planet is perfect he thought, a great place to make a strong people, humankind will need the Directive and he had a design for this new society that would replace the old order of incompetent and virtueless leadership. Hypocrisy leads to the fall of values and the fall of values lead to the fall of civilizations.

"Prime Director Salter, our people on the surface have established a commlink with our fleet!" a young bridge officer reported, his black and purple uniform held three solid platinum bars, quite the accomplishment for a youth of twenty three

"Open the commscreen, lieutenant." a visual feed revealed a surface covered deep in snow and ice, behind General Rafuna a large colonial hub towered above teams of workers and squads of soldiers constructing housing units.

"Greetings Prime Director, I have compiled the report you requested. Our atmospheric tests have concluded that Hydra Alpha's atmosphere possesses sufficient oxygen quantities to support human life without the aid of life support systems. Prolonged and hard labor does require breathing support however but our supplies are more than enough to support our people. As you can see the world is quite cold and individuals will need to have have life support suits to maintain necessary body heat and other vitals. We have constructed the colony hub and operations are being executed ahead of schedule."

The High Command broke into applause breaking their contemplative silence. Salter thanked the general and dismissed him back to his work.

"Congratulations Prime Director, on behalf of the High Command. The third through fifth waves will be arriving on the surface in the next week. Meanwhile we have some diplomatic transmissions from our new neighbors to respond to." a older man declared, Salter recognized him as the distinguished and respected appointed head of the colonization committee

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Hydra Alpha, a cold barren world in the Hydra Star System was settled by the newly established ComStar Directive. It is now known as Keter. ComStar responded to diplomatic transmission positively with a public statement made by their Prime Director Uriah Salter.

"Greetings from ComStar, we wish to pursuit beneficial relations with our neighbors in the Hydra system. It is imperative that Hydra becomes a peaceful and prosperous system an objective that the Directive will dedicate the total sum of its energy and resources to achieve."
 
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Incoming message,
Sender, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste of Zenith United
Subject: Criminal Detention Center Opportunity


Greetings, Lords, Captains and any other titles that may not be covered by this generic message.

I, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, am head of Zenith United, one of the many flotilla’s that have come to the Fringe after the fall of the USG, at the hands of the Insectoids.

Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I am pleased to propose this offer to all of you. As the nature of Zenith United is that of a convict detainment and labour operation, we have all necessary staff, equipment, and facilities available to house a maximum criminal population far beyond our own current inmate population. It is due to this, that myself, and the Advisory Board, have come to the decision to offer each and every one of you captains a special offer. It is an unfortunate reality that you all will, at one point or another, have to deal with the criminal scum who try to pass themselves off as your peers. To ease the costs of housing a prisoner population, and the additional expenditure that follows such a path, Zenith United will offer to accept any prisoners from any polity, for a small fee. It would be up to you to transport the prisoners in question to our maximum security world of Diyu.

This opportunity will remain open until explicity altered or cancelled by myself. For purposes of reference, this following offer shall be known as The Inmate Exchange.

May you all have a pleasant day.

Cordially yours,

Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, Executive of Zenith United.



Incoming encrypted message,
Sender, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste of Zenith United
Subject: Maximising Stability


Greetings Lord-Admiral Alexis Diodorus, and congratulations on your recent elevation to position of Supreme Executive of the Directorate.

I am, as the message no doubt states, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, Executive of Zenith United. You may have been aware of my recent proposal to the other flotillas and corporations that have come to the Fringe, known as the Inmate Exchange. I, however, am personally sympathetic to your position, and desire to offer you a particularly special offer.

While you, yourself, and the entire Atheneum Directorate are, of course, invited to participate in the Inmate Exchange, I feel that something that will help maximise your stability would be more suitable. As such, we will accept any people you send to us, as convicts. For whatever steps you deem necessary to secure the stability of the Directorate, we offer you to send dissidents and potential dissidents into our care. Of course, such an offer requires a premium to be paid, as the services we are offering to you are of an unorthodox nature, but I have no doubt you will find much use in utilizing our facilities.

Have a pleasant day, Lord-Admiral.

Cordially yours,

Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, Executive of Zenith United.

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Extranet Report

ZU has put forth a proposal called the Inmate Exchange, which invites other polities or companies to send their convict populations to the ZU, for a price.
It is rumoured that Lord-Admiral Alexis Diodorus has been approached by Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, with a special offer to help remove political opponents by transporting them to the ZU as prisoners, for a premium price.
 
Incoming encrypted message,
Sender, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste of Zenith United
Subject: Maximising Stability


Greetings Lord-Admiral Alexis Diodorus, and congratulations on your recent elevation to position of Supreme Executive of the Directorate.

I am, as the message no doubt states, Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, Executive of Zenith United. You may have been aware of my recent proposal to the other flotillas and corporations that have come to the Fringe, known as the Inmate Exchange. I, however, am personally sympathetic to your position, and desire to offer you a particularly special offer.

While you, yourself, and the entire Atheneum Directorate are, of course, invited to participate in the Inmate Exchange, I feel that something that will help maximise your stability would be more suitable. As such, we will accept any people you send to us, as convicts. For whatever steps you deem necessary to secure the stability of the Directorate, we offer you to send dissidents and potential dissidents into our care. Of course, such an offer requires a premium to be paid, as the services we are offering to you are of an unorthodox nature, but I have no doubt you will find much use in utilizing our facilities.

Have a pleasant day, Lord-Admiral.

Cordially yours,

Overseer Jonathon Baptiste, Executive of Zenith United.

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Incoming Message
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To: Baptiste, Jonathon
From: Alexis Diodorus
Subject: Re: Maximizing Stability

Salutations Overseer Baptiste. I thank you for the cordial offer, and recognize that we are both in a situation to help each other. As you may or may not be aware, Atheneum has undergone a regime change not more then two decades ago. Even now, the stain of Kelmore Combine remains in the form of dissidents who would seek to undo the work of the Directorate. A method of re-education within the security of your installation is a desirable one. I will need time to set things in motion, as I am sure you will need for yourself, having just arrived. Draw up a formal contract after you get situated, and I can promise you favourable consideration.

Be safe, be vigilant.

A.D.

((Players will be able to propose contracts next turn.))
 
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