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((I'm at work. Will be on later for ICS and such.

Legends orders:
* base order: recruit new Legends
*fleet moves to Athenum system
* legends accept security contract with directorate (forget which planet, but they are still having a bug hunt, correct? If not, try to negotiate an anti Sons of Confederacy contract)
* buy defense lvl for the Great Tater, despite the debt incurred.))
 
The USGSR City Development Contract

[X] Jared McNeil, CEO of the Kestrel Company

The Kestrel Company will build some Corvettes in order to bolster its fleet (Base Order).

The Kestrel Company will also move it's fleet back to the Diomedes system in order to complete the contract.
 
((OOC: Finally have time to get back in the action with this game thanks to Spring Break.

Oh, and one question. Is there still a slaver problem in the Chimera System?))

Heroics

During the Liberation of Sparta...

BLAM BLAM BLAM!

The sound was deafening as the Royal Army shot its way through the bug-infested streets of Sparta. Thousands of soldiers had fanned out through the streets, entering the city from its north side and pushing inwards. Erion was at the front of one of the columns, but despite that, he was in far less danger than the rest of his soldiers. He was wearing a special armor his mother had had crafted for him back on Divitus Autem. The armor was made of pure Autenium, an incredibly rare metal that had only been found in incredibly scarce quantities on Divitus Autem. It was an incredibly strong metal capable of withstanding a direct impact from an RPG, but it was also incredibly late, with the whole suit weighing abut 35 pounds. It was also energy and heat resistant. Erion would have never allowed such valuable resources to be spent solely on him, but it was his mother that had had the armor crafted, and it had been sized specifically for the then-Prince.

Suddenly, Erion's column burst onto a plaza. It was swarming with gigantic bugs the size of hover cars. They charged the Royal Army as it began straggling into the plaza.

"Soldiers, holding formation!" Erana Heart, commander of the Royal Army, ordered over the radio in the soldiers' helmets. The soldiers began to fan out in order to give the rest of the column room to enter the plaza, before digging in and preparing to hold off the bugs. Erion was stationed next to Erana. Despire the fact that he was King, he fully accepted the fact that his forty-one year old commander had far more battle experience and expertise than him, so he allowed her to lead.

"How are you faring, Erion?" she asked as she kneeled and fired well-aimed laser shots into the head of an approaching bug. Erion couldn't see her face, but he could tell she was grinning. She was never more alive than when she was leading the army.

"Doing well," he answered, setting his laser rifle to rapid fire and spraying a group of the approaching bugs. Suddenly, a smaller one burst out of the ground in front of him. He had just enough time to put up his arm before the thing lunged at him. It bit into Erion's arm, causing him to drop his rifle, but its teeth failed to penetrate his armor.

"Holy..." Erion gasped as he drew one of his sidearms with his left hand and fired it directly into the things eye. It began to back up, before being thrown to its side by a burst of energy.

"Soldiers, set your motion trackers to subterranean. It looks like the subways and sewers are crawling with these things," Erana ordered over the radio as she helped Erion up. Almost without turning her head, she fired her rifle, which had been set to what the soldiers called "shotgun" mode, one-handed into a bug that had been about to reach the two.

"I'll never know how you do that," Erion said, his adrenaline still pumping like crazy. He grabbed his rifle from the ground and started firing again.

"You'll pick it up eventually," Erana laughed, switching her rifle back to single-fire mode and firing into the crowd of bugs.

"You guys need any help?" a voice said suddenly from over the radio. A small drone flew over Erion and Erana's heads and fired a pair of mini-rockets into the charging bugs. Two of the things were blown apart and several more were wounded.

"Thanks Belinda," Erion said, a grin breaking out on his face. His sister had been commanding this drone, known as her "Eagle," the entire battle. It was specially created to allow real-time control even from another star system. The "Eagle" flipped around after it passed the bugs before beginning to fire laser volleys into their ranks.

"Someone has to watch out for you," Belinda's voice crackled over the radio. There were some issues with static and distortion due to the fact that she was still on New Autem, but it was still easy to make her words out.

"I thought I was doing a pretty good job," Erana chuckled indignantly. She fired her rifle for the third time at a bug, finally blowing its head to pieces.

Most of the soldiers were in the plaza now. Casualties had been remarkably light, with only two dozen or so soldiers lost in this column since the battle had begun, and that was mainly due to underground attacks. Several of the soldiers, the heavy weapons specialists, were firing rockets, either conventional or energy, into the bugs' ranks. Then, one of them hit a building on the side of the plaza. Erion's motion tracker pinged five moving shapes in the smoke. His first thought was bugs, but then the smoke cleared and he saw who they were.

"People," he gasped, seeing several of the bugs turn towards them.

"Erion don't be a hero," Erana cautioned, guessing what Erion was thinking. Then, they saw three children standing into the smoke. 'Erion, don't- Erion!" Erana screamed as the King bolted out of the line and towards the gap in the houses.

"Belinda, help me," Erion cried out over the radio. He knew he couldn't save the people alone, the bugs were too close. He fired his laser rifle one handed as he drew one of his sidearms and fired it into the bugs approaching the family.

"You're such an idiot!" Belinda yelled, but she turned the Eagle towards the bugs and fired multiple laser volleys at them.

"You would've done the same thing," Erion retorted, blasting away a bug that had turned to him. Suddenly, his pistol jammed. He swore under his breath as he threw it to the side and drew his energy-charged saber. He reached the family just in time to decapitate a bug that was about to reach them. The family, a mother, father, and three children, were huttled in a corner of house behind a make-shift barricade of furniture. There were still about ten bugs moving towards the them.

"Close your eyes, cover your ears, and hold your breath!" Erion yelled to them. He saw them following his directions, so he quickly issued an order to the computer built into his suit. "Activate: Light of Sol."

The order not only activated systems in Erion's armor, but the armor of the nearby soldiers as well. As his suit began to glow brightly and emit a deafeningly high-pitched sound and overpowering smell, their suits began to recognize and block out what was coming from his armor. The bugs, however, lost all of the senses they need to move forward. They began turning and crashing into one another, some of the biting and ripping into each other. The pulse lasted only twenty seconds, but it would cripple the nearby bugs for about ten minutes. Erion turned back to the family. His suit could only do that once before it needed a recharge, so he needed to get them out of here now. He picked up one of the children while the parents picked up the other two.

"Follow me," he ordered, turning and running back towards his soldiers, firing his rifle with his free-hand.

Unbeknownst to Erion, Belinda had caught his heroic act with cameras from her Eagle. Over the next several days, the footage found its way on to news stations across the Fringe. It added to Erion's already immense popularity on New Autem, but how much it mattered to the rest of the Fringe remained to be seen.

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Present Day

Belinda breathed a sigh of relief as she slumped into her chair in the Royal Office on New Autem. Operations with the Valor Fleet had concluded, and her brother was on his way home. He was safe, and their casualties had been thankfully light. Although it was still 2,000 fallen soldiers, it was not too big a blow to the Royal Army, especially compared to the casualties of other colonies. Despite that, a massive ceremony would still be held for the fallen, and all of the recovered bodies would be interred at a new graveyard built specially for those that gave their lives for Arlia.

There was still some business to take care of, however. Belinda stood up and walked over to her computer. "Prepare a message for the Archduchy," she ordered. The computer whirred for a moment, and then she saw that it was recording.

"This is a message from Princess Belinda Arlian to Archduke Leopold von Back. I was wondering if, in light of some of other previous communications, that you would interested in offering a joint contract to the boost the trade between our respective home worlds. We would be willing to offer 10 million credits if you would be willing to match that."

Belinda hit the key to the end the message, before composing another, general message for all of the residents of the Chimera System.

"This is a message from Princess Belinda Arlian to all residents of the Chimera System. I am requesting any availible information pertaining to the slavers that were recently reported to be in the system. They pose a threat to all of us, and I believe that we should work together to eliminate this threat. Anyone with any information, or anyone wishing to corroborate with us to find and wipe out these slavers, please contact me here at New Autem. Belinda out."

Extranet Report

"The video of King Erion Arlian's heroic rescue of a family from Sparta continue to circulate widely around the Extranet. Also, rumors are emerging that Belinda is seeking to establish a joint-trade contract with the Archduchy, as well as a request to work with residents of the Chimera System to find and deal with the group of slavers that are rumored to be in the system. Finally, we have reports that despite repeated difficulties, Belinda is still attempting to fulfill the New Dublin Accords and incorporate New Ireland into the Kingdom of Arlia, but she still refuses to use force. Upon the Royal Navy's return to the Chimera system, it is also due to continue to explore more of New Autem."

"Wait, this just in! We here that Belinda has just put forth a massive order to bolster the defenses of New Autem in light of the recent slaver, raider, and bug threats. We will keep you updated on this development."


Base Order: The Kingdom of Arlia will again attempt to diplomatically annex New Ireland.
Fleet Order: The Royal Navy will move back to the Chimera system and begin to further explore New Autem.

Also, the Kingdom of Arlia will purchase defense level 1.
 
Betrayal

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"Captain Wilson, come in Captain Wilson. This is Master Chief Petty Officer John Johnson on the surface Shawnigan. We have been engaged by a new enemy and are currently under heavy fire. Repeat, we have driven off the bugs but are being engaged by another, unknown force. We are in sector 12/33, we are heavily outnumbered and this outpost will fall if you do not send reinforcements A.S.A.P."

Well slugger. Now Captain Alfred Wilson's evening was suitably ruined.

"Roger Master Chief, this is Captain Alfred Wilson speaking. Your message has been received and relayed to all allied force within fifty clicks of your position. Their E.T.A. is twenty minutes, can you hold the outpost until they arrive?"

"Sir yes sir! We will hold as long as necce- Wait, the enemy combatants are falling back. Whatever they're after it seems like they've found it. One minute. [muffled slightly] You there, sniper, hand me you scope. [there is a whirring sound over the line] It looks like they are..." a distinct edge of horrified suprise and pure terror in realization slips through John;s carefully crafted composure, "Oh my god, they're taking the bugs off-world!"

Alfred's ears were apparently deceiving him, a betrayal by a human to aid the Bugs was impossible, what possible motivation would any faction have for spreading that hellish virus anywhere else. Alfred ignored the little voice in his head that screamed about all the power someone would have with that virus at their disposal and that he would've been the one capturing the bugs if he'd only thought of it first. He sipped from a glass of water to clear his mind.

"John, repeat that message for me."

"The enemy combatants are escorting live alien specimens onto their ships. We do not have the manpower to make an impact on their forces" Oh nonono "There's more, I recognize the markings on the ship. The traitors are the Sons of the Confederacy!"

Well, at least that made sense. Of course it would be the only faction outside of HyDap who would betray the coalition forces. Alfred should've seen it sooner. He dared to call himself ever-vigilant when something like this could happen right under his nose. It was unprofessional and embarrassing and his face was flush with shame. Wait, that's wrong; his face was flush because apparently his control room had decided to turn into a bloody sauna during the call. Another sip of water took some of the heat, but it returned worse than before. Alfred opened his mouth to switch his coms to order a hunt for any SotC ships or trying to escape Hydra system, but his tongue flapped uselessly in his mouth and no sound came out.

"Hello sir, are you there? What should we do? Sir, there is no protocol for this event, we need you coun- *cKSSshhhhhh*" The connection through the radio turned off. That didn't seem right to Alfred, but his mind was to fuzzy to focus on abstract ideas like why his body was burning with heat, why he could no longer focus or speak, or who's shoes were click-clacking across the floor of Alfred's locked private control center.

A svelte tone reached across the room to alfred ear and whispered in the answers to all his questions. "You know, for an absurdly paranoid man, you were very easy to assassinate. You didn't even bother to check your drink for poison. Boy, on my home world you'd been dead within an hour. You've got no-one watching your back and where's you panic button in case, hypothetically, one of your officers decides to assassinate you. Oh right, you don't have one. You've successfully alienated your troops to such an extent that I probably could've killed you in the mess hall and the crew members would keep on eating, perhaps glancing to you corpse once or twice a minute and smiling to themselves. You really messed up on who to trust, anyone who bothered to read my last name would know I'm not to be trusted and you made me a slugging officer. I'm sure you're why I've chosen now to exact by sudden but inevitable betrayal; you're probably expecting some kind of grand plan against you, but in all honesty, the Sons of the Confederacy made me an offer to get them on and off the planet, and apparently selling drugs pays better than mercenary grunt work." Alfred recognizes the sound of a gun clicking behind him, but can't bring himself to care. Someone turns his chair to face the figure and the barrel of a sizable sidearm. "And now I'm going to shoot you and leave this bug-infested system to live it up in the drug palaces of the confederacy. Slugger, I had a great line I'd written for killing you. It's on the tip of my ton- now I remember! Captain, consider this my resignation"

There was a crack in the air, a flash of light, and then the thick smell of blood filled the air.

Alfred Wilson died as he lived, alone.

Francis Desieve left the way he came

Extranet Report,
RaIn Inc accepts the contract from the USGIR targeting the treacherous SotC and warns anyone thinking of aiding the SotC that to do so is to declare war upon RaIn Inc.
 
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Faction Name: New Jaburo
Leader Names: Ramba Revil, Joseph Zabi, Ian Noa (Known as the Big 3)
Flotilla/Ship: Flotilla
Colony Mandate: Economy
Alignment: Neutral

Bio: Made up of a hodgepodge of civilian ships consisting of all shapes and sizes with a diverse group of survivors reflecting the very essence of the council of three, the refugee fleet was nicknamed “The Unluckies” due to the fact they arrived relatively late out of the Warp Drive. The unlikeliest of motley crews, they consisted of the remnants of the Separatists, old Earth empire sympathizers and terrified colonials that were just trying to eke out a living in the harsh expanses of space. The glue that keeps this ten myriad strong band of civilians and soldiers together is the council known unofficially as the Big 3.

Ramba Revil was a no nonsense military man that first started out as a USG-affiliated mercenary before defecting, eventually becoming a Major General by the time of The Bug War leading ragtag remnant forces both USG/CR alike seeing the only way to survival was to end their now petty differences and fight an enemy that sought the end of humanity. In this he would find the other two members of the future council.

Joseph Zabi, a political orator known for his opportunism and industrialist, came from a long line of a nominally influential family that served in the USG’s appointed Senate. Losing everything but his immediate family and the clothes on their backs they were desperate for salvation.

Enter Ian Noa. Ian was a successful administrator within the colonies of the Central Rim, known for his organizational and leadership skills he was able to acquire what remaining ships he could for the disparate survivors. More concerned about the survival of the species rather than his alleged lack of loyalty to any one side, his objectivity was championed during his career, Noa was instrumental in forming up the council. It would deal with any sort of petty grievances the sides could potentially have at least in the short term while projecting unity for those they were stewarding. Their first challenge had ended, but their next had already begun.

(Hope this works.)
 
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Titan Company Purchase 1 defense level

Fleet order: Fleet moves to Shawnigan, joins coalition forces against the bugs
Base Order: Acquire a fense for illicit goods salvaged in Keter orbit, and move said goods for monies.


((erm, where's my stats?))
 
Colony Order: Purchase a Defense Level 1.
Fleet Order: The Collective will move it's fleet back to Chrimera Star System and complete it's contract with the Directorate.


((Sorry for the delay - router problems plagued me the last two days.))
 
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Faction Name: New Jaburo
Leader Names: Ramba Revil, Joseph Zabi, Ian Noa (Known as the Big 3)
Flotilla/Ship: Flotilla
Colony Mandate: Economy
Alignment: Neutral

Bio: Made up of a hodgepodge of civilian ships consisting of all shapes and sizes with a diverse group of survivors reflecting the very essence of the council of three, the refugee fleet was nicknamed “The Unluckies” due to the fact they arrived relatively late out of the Warp Drive. The unlikeliest of motley crews, they consisted of the remnants of the Separatists, old Earth empire sympathizers and terrified colonials that were just trying to eke out a living in the harsh expanses of space. The glue that keeps this ten myriad strong band of civilians and soldiers together is the council known unofficially as the Big 3.

Ramba Revil was a no nonsense military man that first started out as a USG-affiliated mercenary before defecting, eventually becoming a Major General by the time of The Bug War leading ragtag remnant forces both USG/CR alike seeing the only way to survival was to end their now petty differences and fight an enemy that sought the end of humanity. In this he would find the other two members of the future council.

Joseph Zabi, a political orator known for his opportunism and industrialist, came from a long line of a nominally influential family that served in the USG’s appointed Senate. Losing everything but his immediate family and the clothes on their backs they were desperate for salvation.

Enter Ian Noa. Ian was a successful administrator within the colonies of the Central Rim, known for his organizational and leadership skills he was able to acquire what remaining ships he could for the disparate survivors. More concerned about the survival of the species rather than his alleged lack of loyalty to any one side, his objectivity was championed during his career, Noa was instrumental in forming up the council. It would deal with any sort of petty grievances the sides could potentially have at least in the short term while projecting unity for those they were stewarding. Their first challenge had ended, but their next had already begun.

(Hope this works.)

((welcome to the game, Terraferma. Your bio looks great! :) There is still time to get your orders in, as I will not be getting to the update until tomorrow. Your primary concern will be selecting a location to settle, i suggest you order your fleet to explore your new home.))
 
(Thanks for the warm welcome! If it isn't too late I will submit orders.)

The 'Unluckies" Flotilla will move to the Darkstar Star System.
Upon arriving we will scan for the nearest habitable planet and explore the surface to find a suitable location to establish a colony, christening it New Jaburo.
 
((I fear excitement over future projects have left me lacking the motivation necessary to carry on with this game. I appreciate all the great ICs and apologize for cutting the game so short. Thank you all so much for playing.))
 
((I fear excitement over future projects have left me lacking the motivation necessary to carry on with this game. I appreciate all the great ICs and apologize for cutting the game so short. Thank you all so much for playing.))

Huh, now that was sudden.
 
This is the AAR equivalent of Firefly.
 
so damn true plank of wood.....bishop your infamy will never disappear!! (just joking bishop XD)