Total War - Edge of Chaos IC

[3SecondCultist]

"Total War - Edge of Chaos"

"The path of least resistance is the path of the loser."
- H.G. Wells


The People's Address

The pulsating lights run along impossibly intricate grooves in the walls of sculpted stone, casting rhythmically undulating silhouettes around the perimeter of the rock garden, but the sole occupant pays them no attention. Their eyes are fixed into the middle distance, and their mind is not present. To be precise, it is approximately eighty three kilometers away, keeping to the pre-arranged meeting time.

The Parliamentary Hall of the Sensoriate is a sort of gilded lie: despite the building's position at the planet's capital city of Il-Feyraxis, the real power resides in the specially appointed psionic resonancy chamber that rests over fifty stories beneath the city's lowest mapped tunnels. It is where the Joyous have been holding their meetings ever since forming their intergalactic state two decades ago. In many ways, this nameless room has become the unofficial throne room of several worlds, a place where the fates of billions of souls are charted.

Adarai would not have it any other way, of course. The worm writhes intensely in the body of its Host, an older human male who has long since passed away. The usual orisons keep the man's body in a facsimile of life. He continues to blink and breathe, and the ascarii can use its connection to his brain stem in order to control his nervous system at a whim. However, the meeting to come will require a great deal of focus, and it would not do for an officially elected member of Parliament to appear to keel over and die out of nowhere, regardless of the worms having gone public with their true nature years ago. Optics are - and have always been - everything. Therefore, Adarai has banished hits entourage and found a quiet place from which to properly channel.

When it appears in the chamber, it does so in its natural form: a mass of thick rubbery flesh, reflective-black just like an oil spill come to life. It is twenty-nine feet from end to end. The hooked pseudopod that Adarai and its brethren use to attach to their Hosts wriggles in the air, as a kind of handshake. It is greeted by forty-nine others, the rest of the Joyous.

<Esteemed friends,> the Blissful begins, <my apologies for keeping you waiting. We have matters to attend to now on the eve of our supremacy. In my dreams, I hear the voices of planets across Principia, waiting to be drawn into our loving embrace. Let us see what we can do about indulging their fantasies...>


Working with Fire and Steel

"Strike the first rune upon the engine's casing employing the chosen wrench." The speaker's voice carries throughout the lecture hall, a massive circular arena of metal desks and muted electric lamps. At the center of the space is a raised dais, upon which stands a dissected mountain of machinery. Precisely, it is the left battery of a standard Exploratory Vessel engine, and Aspirant Choral could not be more enraptured. A chance to see one of the Elucidae themselves! Magister Haral is a masterful lecturer, his vibro-chords synced up with the cybernetic implants that each students receives upon passing the Rite of Initiation. Choral can feel his brain-waves adjusting in order to completely absorb the content and dump it into his long term memory banks.

"Its tip should be anointed with the oil of engineering using the proper incantation when the auspices are correct. Strike the second rune upon the engine's casing employing the arc-tip of the power-driver. If the second rune is not good, a third rune may be struck in like manner to the first." Magister Haral pauses, not for hesitation but for effect. The steel mask over its face manages to convey a certain attitude that Aspirant Choral can only understand as reverence. "This is done according to the true ritual laid down by Scotti the Enginseer. A libation should be offered. If this sequence is properly observed the engines may be brought to full activation by depressing the large panel marked 'ON'. Are there any questions?"

Aspirant Choral hesitates for a full four-point two seconds before raising his cybernetic arm. It is a new prosthetic, his Price of Flesh during the trials. He could not be prouder of the glorious limb that the Magisters have given him. The lenses behind the mask rattle as they zoom in across the lecture hall, singling him out from the crowd of other Aspirants. A single nod is enough of a nudge forward for him to stand and speak. "Vaunted Magister, are the rumors that one of our Exploratory Vessels has gone missing true? Some of us were curious about where it might have gone, and to what purpose."

A silence falls over the lecture hall, and the Aspirant is suddenly aware of hundreds of eyes on him. At the corner of his sightline, he sees the cameras in the hall turn on their axis to face him. For his part, Magister Haral remains completely expressionless. "It is true," the machine-priest says after a time. "There is no sense in keeping secrets from the Initiated, and all of you will learn this much eventually. Despite what it might appear, the Prefecture has many potential enemies. Therefore, the Elucidae have resolved to take steps to begin the Great Work earlier than expected. Our hands have been forced."

"If the Ancients and their Blessings have proved one thing to us, fellow Aspirants and Servitors, it is this: it does not matter how smart you think you are, there are always higher mysteries."


Weaving the Web

The pressurized double doors open with a hiss, and Ensign Officer Rukh steps onto the bridge of the Naga to salute his superior. The warship has been in geosynchronous orbit around Kouria for nearly a month now, the officer notes with some irritation. He does not understand why they've been waiting for as long as they have. It's true that the sector has gotten more... complicated since they've been gone, but there has not been a problem that the Director hasn't been able to apply his intellect to solve in the past. Staring out the triple reinforced window, he is barely able to point out the distant shapes of the rest of the Shadow Fleet, and even then he's looking for them. From a computer system's perspective the ship group is completely invisible, exactly as designed.

"Ensign Officer, report." The Director of Special Circumstances - also known as the agency Section 66 - sits in the command chair of his flagship, perfectly at ease. His imperial uniform is a navy blue, with none of the ostentatious gold trim that might normally accompany a veteran of his status. It contrasts his pale grey skin and deep orange eyes, the fluorescent lighting elevating the Arco-Medean's already high cheekbones and elegant features. Cantus Idrian surveys a holographic map of the sector, eyes narrowed in deep thought.

"The situation was as you anticipated, sir. With Deputy Director Kraphix at the helm, we were able to uncover the artifact intact and return it to HQ. It should be operational within the hour."

"Excellent," Idrian replies. His eyes have already assessed the man and moved on to other matters, as he waves him away to re-take command of the ship. The Annalyst Drive will be very useful, but his mind is already turning to possible results. Once they can tap into all chatter, they will be able to maximize their strikes for efficiency. It is not as though they will be lacking for enemies: the savage Orks, deadly robots, cutthroat pirates, and other rogue elements have had their time to run rampant through the Principia Sector. Today, Section 66 will begin the effort to restore order to what was lost.

"We will start our operations here, then," says the Director to nobody in particular. The rest of the bridge staff know better than to question him when he's smiling the way he is. It's a red smile, a blade smile, one that promises a bloody time to come. "We will pull our foes apart piece by piece. They will be the architects of their own destruction."


The Exile

The broadcast comes in on every channel simultaneously, all over the Principia Sector. It is translated instantaneously into hundreds of different languages and dialects, calculated to reach the most people by region. There is no stopping the signal - even old radios that have not been working for years pick up the voice on the other end of the line.

"<Hello hello, and welcome to the Truth! My name is Nefarious, and I'm here to liberate your minds from ignorance! Now, just for a few minutes, I humbly ask you to put aside the ramblings of your mad prophets, so-called enlightened autocrats, or whatever authority is you subscribe to, because the 'verse is about to get a whole lot messier!>"

"<You see, we here in the Principia Sector have run into a bit of a problem. There's not enough room, and too many people! The worlds are all filled up, my friends. But it's alright, Nefarious is here to help! I have a plan for you, are you ready? The plan is... NOOOOOOOO QUARTER!!! To all of you warmongers, murdering psychopaths, and genocidal forces out there, I'm gonna say: you do you. This whole galaxy could use a bit of a cleansing, if you ask me. And if you happen to kill each other in the process, I'm not gonna complain!>"

"<So I'll make you a deal, universe. If by the end of this year, we can get a high enough casualty count, I will personally send presents to every one of the sector's political leaders! How's that sound? I think I'll keep it a surprise for now, keep you all in suspense, you know. Nefarious out!>"

So we're good to go! We are live, people. Please remember to refer to the message format that I set out in the OP of the OOC thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?572266-Total-War-Edge-of-Chaos-OOC), and ask me if you have any questions. The three NPC factions are up and ready to respond, but I might be a day or so between replies. Turn 1 will last for 1 galactic year in-game, but all of you have until 11:59 PM Eastern on Sunday to submit your EoTs.

In other news, I've rolled for this year's cosmic event, and I landed on "War of the Worlds". For this turn, all Military invasion costs of other systems (neutral or other faction) are reduced / more effective, down to a minimum of 3 invested with Attrition for neutral systems. When resolving PC to PC or NPC conflicts, Military will have more weight this turn. I'll be rolling for a new event every turn, and they all only last for one turn.

[bc56]

Atop The shining tower of Urruk's government, a hurried assembly is taking place. "As you may have heard, we are running short of mineral resources here. However, our scouts have discovered sufficient deposits in nearby uninhabited systems which could be used to our advantage. I recommend we construct a fleet of colony ships in order to take advantage of this opportunity." Mosk Ulen, founder of Urruk's largest space travel corporation is presenting. The tall, slender Urrukai is respelendent in a red and white robe trimmed with golden stars which glitter in the light filtering through the dome's massive windows. Of course, his point of view is not shared by everyone. "Of course that would bring profit, to you," Mrala Tempur, the real estate heiress counters, "We've all seen that space travel just isn't as profitable as you want it to seem. After all, although you're famous for it, we all know your real fortunes are in the arms industry." A hushed silence falls over the assembled plutocrats as they wait for the tech magnate's response, but they're sure of one thing. This is going to one of the most exciting quarters in history.

[Shadowflick]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scjD_zrHbpA (To Set the Mood)


Zero Stigma

Fallen Anchor

The Pirate Clans hoot and Holar, drinks, and tankard raised in the air. All manner of vessel parked outside the massive fallen space station that stretches up to the height of some Sky Scraper. here is the Capital of Zero Stigma. Within the rusting out hull and halls one could find all manor of illicit business and means of entertainment...but none so populated as the 'Mantle' Tavern.

Located at the Base of the Spire shaped station, what used to be a hanger bay for massive freighters and capital ships has been renovated into one of the most massive taverns in the galaxy, where all manor of spacefarer and pirate stay share tales of daring escape and swashbuckling adventure! There was even a long stretching stage that went all the way to the middle of the massive hall, where in performers could do there work. At the moment, some sort of Pink skinned exotic dancer to stage. A Male of there species, neon green hair and a tight-fitting silver costume on. His body was flexible in ways uncommon to most, able to twist in all matters of odd ways.

"The Truth is hidden, like Flies on the Web~ I will Spread mine Far and Wide~ None Will hide~ Speaks the odd spider-like alien through a hologram projector on Alziben's wrist. Corotox, the Infamous Information broker. The Only one of his Kind, he has been active for..centuries. His Webs spreading to each corner of the galaxy

"Yes. good to hear how your day is going as Well, Corotox" Spoke The Man who needed little Introduction, but is more than happy enough to give one anyway. Pirate King Alziben Vos Stolikrov. Commander of The Red Wing, and Scourge of the Stars. "Section 66 is back then....it's been a long time" He says into the wrist comm, a somewhat happy expression on his face. he had dodged those dogs for most his life, The Pirate King Never being caught.

"My Lord. You should not speak of them as old Friends. True Rivals they are, but Friends..no. They must be disposed of. Quickly" Speaks the armored Alien woman, a blade made of black metal on her hip. The Mid-Knight, Deranei. Cold, Calculated, but unlike many Pirates, somewhat Honorable. it is said her race is descended had a very Martial tradition, trained in bladed and using their psionics to enhance themselves in combat. They had thought the Archo-Medians a worthy rival...but, they were foolish, spread out across there stars after there planet was destroyed. Now, they serve as Pirates or Mercenaries for those willing to take their oath.

"Relax" Says the Pirate king, a hand moving through his beard. it seemed the time of action was at hand. The New Alliance had to make there first moves in this global stage, now was the chance. He stands from his throne, raised far above the Mantle bar, made of melted slag and gold. When He rose, every head in the tavern turned to look at him. he was a man of Respect, Admiration..and fear. it was said that he landed on a planet on his on once, facing off an entire army with nothing but his pistol, his armor, and his sword. It's said, he won. "I haven't heard much of this Exile..But, If he is willing to reward for Raiding and Bloodshed..Why would we Deny him?" the Pirate King looks to the audience. Even the dancer stoped his performance to watch. The Pirate King smiles. They wanted the real show. "Well, the time to Rise to the occasion has come Mates. The Stars are our sea and The Planets ours to take. Treasure and wealth lie out there in the ruins of the Empires before us. And...In the Empires still around." He pulls his photon blade free, the Odd blade sparking to life as it projects it holographic blue beam blade. StarCutter was its name, and just the sight of it brought terror to its enemies hearts. "So! Let Us be Off then! We Plunder The Planets and Steal The Stars!" he Takes a glass of fine Wine from a distant planet, dyed blue. Dri king the whole glass he tosses it aside, slashing his blade in an intricate pattern, his eyepatch growing Faintly "Let today Mark a new Dawn For us. For Today, We begin our greatest act of Dishonor yet. We'll steal ourselves the Galaxy."

The hall echoes in uproarious applauds! Chants! And Of Course, A Shanty

The Stars have Heat, And The Sky Is Cold
Our Frozen Hulls shake to the Core
The Guns and beams that We Fire
May Never Warm our Broken Souls!
Yo Hooo Yo Hooo
We Steal those Stars and Make it Home!

[Let'sGetKraken]

"It is time," the Nascent Speaker whispers.

[bc56]

The Plutarchy of Urruk

A message is sent out. A broadcast is aimed at several factions in the southwestern part of the Principia Sector. It travels out, a video file secured by a fairly simple encryption, reaching first the Orks, followed by the Cortex of the Forgotten and the Astral Republics, before losing strength in the darkness of space and fizzling out.

Devotion 6
To Orks, Cortex of the Forgotten, and Astral Republics
The video displays a group of seven beings, tall, slender, and bald, they grey-white skin shimmering faintly in the light filtering through a huge window behind them. Advanced aircraft are seen soaring past behind, their white shells gleaming against the bright blue sky. The first of the beings speaks. "We are the Council of Seven, rulers of the planet of Urruk in the Urr system. We have one question for you. What is it you need? Advanced weapons? Rare minerals? Potent technologies? Fresh blood for the slaughter? Whatever you seek, we are committed to bringing it to you, for a price, of course. If you need anything at all, just give us a call! We look forward to doing business with you!" The message then cuts out, but the intent is clear. Urruk is open for business.

[Zweanslord]

"It is time!" The Prophet Electro exclaims in acknowledgement.

Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

To the three Triumvirs of the Constantiopolian Commonwealth,

On behalf of President Jungani of the Arusvar Republic, I, Ambassador Miumay, extend to you a long due offer. On the galactic scale, the Constantinopolian Commonwealth and the Arusvar Republic are neighbours, as is the Constantinopolian Commonwealth neighbour to the Principia League of which the Arusvar Republic is part of. I am deeply honoured to extend to you the offer to become member of the Principia League.

The history between the Constantinopolian Commonwealth and the Arusvar Republic, as well as other members of the League, is a rich one. Ever since the Veil Gates connected us, trade flows easily through them. The reputation of the Constantinopolian Commonwealth is one of protecting and stimulating trade. The Arusvar Republic, as well as the other members of the League, would like to see trade and prosperity soar to greater heights and this will be more likely working together.

As you are well aware by the Hati Republic's refugees at your doorstep in the past, times are more turbulent now that the Arco-Medean's are no longer amongst us. The orks form a threat to us all and pirates not far from your territory are gaining power. The Arusvar Republic as well as the League realises this time, more than ever before, is the time to band together. If joining the Principia League is too big of a step at this time, I still offer to the Triumvirs and the civilized worlds of the Constantinopolian Commonwealth a partnership relation, allowing our great forces to work together on a galactic scale.

With great hope I look forward to your response.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New IstanbulWyrm Coil
Devotion: 4.

May the winds bring guidance to the Mindful M'shun, the Sated,

As the winds carry my message, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Wyvern Disciple and have been given the honourable task of furthering contact and relations between the Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate. Many amongst the League look up towards the paradise the Joyous have created on their worlds, bringing about harmony and happiness. The Tarkanum's Sensoriate is known far and wide, a beacon of peace. Looking at the different governments within the League, as well as those in the galaxy, the Sensoriate's reach is unrivaled.

To be forthright and open to you, there are those in the League who feel that membership of the League should be extended to you. However, since your reach is so vast and your reputation is with such acclaim, I dare not extend such an offer to such shepherds of paradise worlds. Yet our relationship of mere neighbours cannot stand and does not justice to either our positions. Let the members of the League and the Sensoriate be cooperating in the Principia Sector. I offer a partnership, so we may work together when either is in need of such. Let us ratify by words such a collaboration, allowing our communities to trade, travel and assist through the territory of the League and the Sensoriate.

Yet I full well realise I may be too forward with such a proposition. Do tell me, how do you, as well as the others amongst the Tarkanum Sensoriate, feel about such a treaty?

With the wave of a wind I, the Wyvern Disciple, say my goodbye until your response.

[thorgrim29]

BTW, I found names for my 3 core systems, sorry about the delay I was away from home all weekend: 6 is Bosphorus, 7 is Parthia and 5 is Bactria.

The Constantinopolian Commonwealth

The 3 Triumvir met face to face for the first time in many months in orbit around Anatolia in the Bosphorus System. Under Linebarger's supervision the Arco-Medean ship-parliament left there had been studied and modified for human use. From it they planned to coordinate their future alliances. They were studying the small pile of dispatches that had arrived in the last few days. Admiral Antonia cleared her throat

Well, this is it then. Let's hope the groundwork we laid in the last 10 years was enough. This Nefarious fellow's dispatch is probably the spark the whole damn sector needs to go up in flames. Tony, is that refit program we talked about ready?

Sure is, and the Belisarius is ready for it's shakedown cruise. I'm heading down to supervise as soon as we're done here. I haven't handled a project that big in... oh a century or so, but I think you're gonna be happy

Great, and the crew's picked out. Everybody heard that dispatch and saw what the Orks did to out new friends, they're all chomping at the bit to get started.

Looks like you two will be busy with that for a while. I've had positive reports from our Ambassador in REDACTED, I'll be headed there with most of my staff, with any luck we'll have a new protectorate by the end of the year. And Alara, you saw the reports about Stolikrov and his band right?

Yeah.... I'll see what I can do about that. Alzi's not the man he used to be, but sometimes he acts like he is. It won't be cheap but maybe I can get through to him

Just as they were about to leave their terminals beeped and they took notice of the new message

Well this is interesting... If we joined we'd be the biggest fish in the pond, but I think that might be a tad premature at this point. Option 2?

Aye
Aye


Messages, DEV 2. Yeah, my faction is a nest of spies. It's like Berlin in 1988 up in here :)

From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al Rashid: Ambassador Miumay, first allow me to agree with everything you said. There is a long and cherished history between our peoples, and the same is true with many of the members of your League, and it is our hope that this link can continue to grow. However we have elected to decline the offer to join the League at this time as we do not think it would be in our constituent's best interest. That being said we gladly accept the offer of alliance. The exact terms can be left to our negotiators but we are prepared to offer the Principia League unmolested access to our space, preferential berth in our ports, significant trade concessions and in the case where you are unjustly attacked we will come to your aid. Of course we will expect you to return the favour and to control your less diplomatically inclined members. Is that acceptable to your leadership?

Message to Director Indrian or his successor from the Triumvirate as a whole. We represent the government of Constantinopolian Commonwealth. The quarter century since the Arco Medean core systems and, it seemed, all of their people vanished has been full of surprises, but perhaps none has been as surprising as the news of your return. Now that you are here what is your goal? We desire conflict with nobody, but neither will we allow our newfound sovereignty to be put into question.

Instead of a typed message, this is a video recording of Alara Antonia sent to one of the Pirate King's many contact addresses. Looking severe in her white admiral's uniform decorated with the triple triangle symbol of the Triumvirate and vaguely sad she addresses the camera:

Alzi, I could go on and on about how weird it is for two old friends from Earth to be leading hostile armies at the other side of the universe but I don't expect emotional appeals to work on you. Hell, they wouldn't work on me. Fact is, war's coming to the sector, and I have a feeling you'll be in the thick of it looking for loot or whatever it is you're really after. I have neither the desire or the time to go chasing after you like old times, and it's not like you're in a target poor environment, so how about we make a deal? What's it going to take to get you to leave Commonwealth space alone?




From the desk of Triumvir Anthony Linebarger, addressed to Master Umbress. Greetings. It is no secret that the Prefecture is home to the most gifted scientific minds in the sector, and that whatever deal or alliance you had with the Arco-Medeans gave you the independence and resources you need for your studies and gave them some of the marvels their power was built upon. We are now in a very different sector than we were 23 years ago however, and that independence and those resources aren't as permanent as they seemed. This is why the Commonwealth in general and I, as the head of economics and research in particular would like to propose an alliance. Our fleets would be ready to come to your defense and our merchant would acquire what you need for your research, and in exchange you would use your knowledge to help our fleets, armies and economy remain competitive as well as pitch in should we come under attack. What do you say?

[n0ble]

The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

To say Dr. Julia Matildia Warrant was not enjoying herself was perhaps the second biggest understatement of her career. The first, she had belatedly realized with the type of bitterness that comes with irony realized too late, was when she had thanked the Medeans for a chance to work on this Empire-forsaken rock. No sane lifeform, terrestrial, xenos or otherwise would have chosen to live on moon this close to the sun. Then again, killbots were proven to possess both a sufficient durability and a great inability to calculate concepts remotely approaching “sanity”. And morality. The thing they called Killbot VIII could preach of peace all it wanted. Warrant had seen what it’d done to Altar-Ozoz It was still wearing bits of him. Well. Not wearing. Nothing that smeared could ever be qualified as worn. Warrant blinked slowly as the window to her room tinted to compensate.

She looked out across the arid craterscrape, dotted with the occasional sub unit, test site or bio-dome. Her eyes widened at one of the latter that was molded over with motley of gases: yellow, orange and a particularly territorial red splatter that cavorted about and about and out of a hairline fracture at the dome’s top. As sure a sign as any that the Empire’s Jehovah had long since abandoned her. Hmph. Must’ve been a Jupiter-class. The bio-weapons division of killbots had been remarkably feisty and difficult to break. It made sense that they’d have been among the first to rebel, targeting critical assets in the event of a long-term conflict. Just like they were meant to. Nerve endings ignited and the flat line that had been Dr. Warrant’s lips tugged up at one end, into a smile. She couldn’t help the involuntary feelings of pride. The killbots had taken all of the emotional-Supressin that made it easier to work. And they’d done it before she’d been told to make Hyperius. So just a small one, a small smile, allowed in exchange for feeling again. Warrant sighed and took a sip from her cognac.

“Rotate thirty-seven degrees dorsally, enhance to nine and a half.” Her room groaned and went through the commands that she’d logged. Some of the systems were still offline in the wake of the uprising, but she’d made sure to get this particular command up and running quickly. There was a solar flare that was predicted to occur before the uprising and her desire to see it had not decreased with the ascension of homicide AIs. She kept the smile up, even as the pumping of endorphins slowed and she felt her happiness waning. Just have to-“AHA!” She lurched forward, still a little bit drunk from some cognac she’d secreted away for a special occasion. Warrant chewed the bit of her lip that was smiling. Watching this solar flare was a special occasion. Dr. Warrant caught herself just in time to un-squint her eyes and look up towards the cool pale-blue sun that passed for Novinus-Hyperius. It’s blue flames flared and faded to mingle with the tapestry of stars behind it. The dwarf star looked incandescent to the touch, or perhaps the opposite, like it would burn you so badly that it felt cold. Four minutes to spare. She knocked back the rest of her cognac from the thermos it was in and turned. The hem of her lab coat gave a little swish just in time for her smile to return.

She scampered past the slightly too-big table to where the rest of her consumptives were stationed. Really should look to getting that cut in half. At least by half. It had been too big a structure for her room, even initially, and it’s wasn’t as though she’d was ever going to have enough guests to fill the whole circumference. Julia set her glass down on the table. Her smile faltered a bit when she reached the drink cart and she lost another ten seconds mourning for all of the empty bottles. Some of the liquids, especially the higher proof ones. Someone’s idea of a bad joke had been a product line that ran solely on alcohols and aldehydes. No one had expected them to vent their power sources as ethanol, blinding the design teams working on them. Guess they didn’t see that coming, eh Kzhaal? Heh. Warrant’s gaze prowled over the bottle spires on the drink cart. She liberated a bottle of high proof brandy, the first of what would hopefully be many casualties this roation. Sulphanoid, Megacarbonate. No. Where in the Empi-“Hah.” She snapped out a hand and was rewarded with a find equal to any kind of archeotech: a one fifth of Cortex-brewed brandy (highly illegal) and, perhaps more importantly, a simple macromonocular. Warrant let her previous alcoholic find drop to the ground, forgotten. The viewing aperture and Cortex-drink would make adequate companions to observe the solar flare with. Besides. At the least the binoculars cant talk. Maybe they will after some of the good stuff. Julia was under no illusions that if she drank some of the brandy it could very well lead to her macromonocular talking. One minute now.

Julia tugged the cork out from the top of the bottle with a savagery that was at odds with her frail appearance. The empty glass on the table went ignored, but Julia did not care. The uprising had beaten any sense of decorum from her. Practicality took precedence and right now the practical thing to do with her own time was to try and find some leisure amongst all the blood and oil. She was just in time. On it’s own the window lacked the magnification capabilities to properly view the flare. It had been child’s play for Warrant to calculate the degrees of magnification needed. Ultimately, she’d derived that the window and monocular would need to work in tangent. But it didn’t really matter did it? All that matter was that the desired result had been achieved and that she was about to power down a fifth of

Thirty seconds now. Warrant braced herself, perfectly aware of the fact that all she was really getting excited about was a simple conversion of hydrogen into helium as the electron’s dropped a level or two. Julia drunkenly snorted. It wasn’t even a particularly large flare. Given a burner and some boron concentrates it would have been easy to replicate the emission’s coloration. Still, there was something to be said for being the only person on this Empire forsaken that could appreciate the phenomenon. The Assessor wouldn’t understand it. She sighed at her own need to exult the mundane. Hmph. Well at least it’s a nice shade of bl-

A stain squirmed it’s way through the lower half of the monocular and Warrant’s eyes widened in terror. Julia’s thoughts were rudely shunted to alarm. No. Nononono. Please. Please dont- The thing was amoeboid in shape, with a few spinal-column flagella trailing behind it. Ordinarily each segment would be rotating, propelling the obscenity to wherever VIII’s directives took it. As was they hung sedately below the thing's elliptical body, occasionally twitching in sympathy with some unknowable firing of axons. Even with the monocular and window dialed back all the way she could still feel the many eyes of Hyperius on her. The sensation was one akin to feeling naked and skinless at the same time. Julia felt her mind being pulled at, tugged several which-ways towards the myriad consciousness superimposed onto her psyche. Flat tex in a lexicon’s worth of languages oozed into her vision. Gradually-but never gradually enough-the languages disseminated themselves into Archo-Medean. She scrunched up her eyes and the room disappeared, but the text stayed. As she read it, each word came out a different voice. Sometimes it was Altar-Ozoz and he was screaming out what her mind read, othertimes it was Security Chief Hoddkins, with a timbre that was disturbingly similar to Killbot VIII’s main form of speech. All of her project staff. Finally all working toget-

<Creator. It is +23.0.0.165, 6.5 hours, 45 minutes and counting since emancipation. The solar emission you are attempting to observe will be annihilated b-before it’s scheduled time for dispersal> Julia fell rump first onto the floor as Hyperius’ presence weighed her down. The Cortex-brandy went everywhere. There wasn’t that much. Was there? Pleasestoppleasestop. A static klaxon blared in her ears and Julia rocked forward and opened her mouth at the resultant ringing sound in her parietal lobes. She could still hear Hyperius’ burblings. The letters beat out a staccato rhythm as they translated themselves. <-urn is fallen, Am I too to fall? Am I to leave this haven of my rest, This -God.Ohgod.Ohgod they’ve gotten through, Empire protect us! Jupiter-missile released-Jupiter-missile in biodo-Mmy legs oh god, Altar, Altar-Ozoz help me! They’re stone, they fracking sto-> For a moment Julia did nothing but whine as she experienced the sensation of her femur marrow calcifying over. In a snap it was replaced by another sensation. Cool hallways on the feet and the bleached out sensation that came with staring into too much light. Somewhere a speaker was sounding. <You who the Empire has branded dissident will be reformed, reprogrammed and remade, free from your discordant biomatter to be the exemplars the Empire deserves! Re-education commences now peons!> Abruptly, the connection shut off as Hyperius slurped up part of the solar flare, leaving Julia naught but a spoilt view of happiness and her own words resounding through her psyche. For a moment the flagella squirmed and the smear pulsed blue as the epithelial bilayer of it’s outer shell parted to sop up stray helium ions. Then it faded back to a plum colored purple and puttered away, back into a content orbit

Julia ran a hand under her nose and it came away bloody, then she ran a sleeve under her nose and realized a bit too late that the sleeve was covered in brandy. She bolted upright and nearly vomited. A few of her implants brought themselves online just in time to stifle the urge. “Urgh. Reverse prior directions. Rotate radially 56 degrees. Kill the lights. ” For a while she stayed on the floor, rocked by the occasional post-Hyperius contact sob or brandy-snuff induced shiver. A faint whooshing sound told Julia that the door to her room had opened.

Two killbots were poised at the entranceway. One was in it’s alternate configuration: a Quadra pedal saurian creature made out of needles of various sizes. It’s tail terminated in a series of conical spikes, each of which secreted a different colored pathogen. Heinlein. The second had a head with three faces that hovered above a space where its neck should have been. Its carapace was jet black, but the three faces were a remarkable moon-white marble. Unlike Heinlein, which had come up with the name on it’s own memories of simulations and Warrant-supplemented implants, Tepper was originally named for the drive housed in it’s thorax. The killbot had not seen fit to change it’s designation. Warrant thought about the drive, shivered one more time then braced herself on the table, into a shaky standing position. On the bright side of the moon, her lab coat had cleaned itself of the conjured brandy. S-small victories- Her thoughts stumbled as a wave of nausea washed over her nerves.

“Dr. Warrant.” Heinlein had lopped forward, careful not knock any of the bottles from the drink cart over with its tail or bulk. It had placed itself so that she could brace herself on a less pokey part of it’s back. Julia wasn’t sure whether it was genuinely offering help as per VIII’s orders, or mocking her organic frailty. She leaned herself on Heinlein. Tepper hovered in behind Heinlein, it’s lower limbs having been formatted into a sputtering anti-grav unit. The purple light it exuded looked like it could have been made with some of the blue that the solar flare had contained. One only needed to add some red to make it the same color. But not too much. Too much red or blue would darken it to a Hyperius-shaded plum.

The killbots did not repeat themselves, so it was a good that Julia had heard what it said the first time. “Are you fit?” Tepper now. The face that was facing Julia was sculpted like some sort of old Empire beast, snarling before the kill. Yet the voice that emanated from Tepper’s grille was clear and light. Almost possessed of a sing-song quality. “I-Y-yes. Yes I am fit. One moment.” Both killbots stayed still as artifacts as Julia cleaned the blood off from her nose and, it turned out, her ears. Frag Hyperius. Once she had cleaned her face off Julia stood in front of the two killbots prepared for the worst news. As it would turn out her forecast of bad was not all that far off from what was requested of her.

“VIII desires communication.” It didn’t sound like much of a request.

They walked through the gunmetal hallways that connected each torus of the facility. Most of the holding facilities had been away from the project staff’s residence, so the hallways were narrow and built with a single file’s efficiency in mind. Julia walked in the middle, with Heliein in the vanguard and Tepper puttering about the rear of the procession. The first thing warrant had repaired was the artificial gravity, but some of the rockcrete still had spurts of brown on it from where arterial sprays had floated over and congealed. There were no flies to speak of because the killbots has hunted them down and killed them too, but there had been a few of the enterprising vermin at first. All the matter that had not been used in the construction of Hyperius had been ejected towards the sun. The psionic satellite had coaxed the ejection there.

Prior to the uprising, the room she was staring at had been her office. Now it looked more like an adhoc commander center. All of her furniture had been removed and a holotable had been brought in from the staff’s leisure area. The thing had been baroque even before the uprising. Now it’s soft blue lights projected a map of the Pricipia Sector, complete with an appropriately large Archo-Median hole in the center. As a visual aide, the table was purely for Dr. Warrant and the Assessor’s benefit.

Killbot VIII stood as it always did when not delegating or killing: at attention, “face” towards the viewport. Unlike its fellow revolutionaries, VIII’s frame was almost entirely devoid of extraneous features. The machine’s chassis was built like a human’s, but ideally proportioned. It wasn’t the largest or tallest of the killbots, but like most things that been before the uprising that had a purpose to it. Warrant’s reasoning had been that less mass would slow it down when deployment occurred in an atmosphere. It was one of the now many times that she had hated being right. Unlike most of its kind Killbot VIII had no internal components. Its entire body was made from the same smart matter through and through and, as was typical of smart matter, Killbot VIII’s outer skin was grey. A side effect of it reacting with the oxygen Warrant had pumped back into the station. Julia took some small comfort in the sense of the simple scientific statement. It went some ways towards scrubbing the last of Hyperius’ contact from her mind. She looked at the back of VIII’s head. Post-uprising, the thing’s head had reconfigured itself into a flat, rectangular viewing screen that displayed images on it. Julia couldn’t see what was on the screen now. Instead her eyes wandered to the other occupant in the room: the Assessor.

In spite of one hundred and sixty three days aboard the same station as Julia, the Assessor had somehow remained fat beneath his guild-robes. It made sense, even if Julia didn’t like the sense it made. As part of their custody battle for the killbots favor, Julia had scored the drink cart. Phridrian-Rhan had clearly gotten the better part of the deal in the form of Commander Hodgkin’s deluxe instameals. And Hyperius left him alone. More or less. Warrant grumbled and made her way over to the opposite side of Killbot VIII. Rhan had been talking prior to Julia’s entry into the room. The meter of his speech slowed as she approached, but he didn’t stop talking. That was good. Phridrian-Rhan talked when he was nervous and Julia preferred him that way. It was easier to talk to VIII when the Assessor was off his game. He finally shut up as Julia reached Killbot’s VIII’s left.

For a moment nobody said anything. Then the Assessor began speaking again. His grin reminded Julia of an wyrm-amphibian she’d had the privilege to vivisect. She buried the Assessor’s attempt at diatribe by dreaming about whether his blood and the Wyrm’s were the same color, thought about sneaking a look at Killbot VIII’s screen, thought better of it, then actually tried to listen to what Phridrian-Rhan had to say. “-inished informing our leader-Killbot the Strong, Killbot the Glorious!-“ You are literally the only person who calls it either of those. “-that no less that twelve, twelve great and mighty leviathans have reared their heads in the sector, but rest assured, with faith in the revolution and Killbot the Savior I believe we can-“ Do you ever shut up? Julia kept her expression neutral and made to nod her head in agreement. Always best to show some loyalty when the Assessor was around. Frag yourself, Phridrian-Rhan. “I concur wholeheartedly, Assessor. As you know well know I-“

“11” Killbot VIII’s voice sounded like someone had stuck moon rocks in a blender and mixed it with all the pain in the sector. “Your designation is incorrect, Assessor Phridrian-Rhan.” Julia was frozen stiff by the pronouncement as her implants worked to cycle back the flight-or-fight responses that were screaming through her brain. It helped that the Assessor looked close to being ill. Killbot VIII turned its face to Warrant. For a moment, the screen displayed a woman in a Vaktani service uniform. It was not all that dissimilar to a byte-sprite she’d owned back in the Republics. Same style of dance too. The woman was braced on one leg and spinning about in a slow leisurely circle. She was smiling, and Julia felt an odd pang of jealousy at the video. Occasionally one of her limbs would radially flare out offscreen in some unknown part of the dance and come back ragged, shortened and bloody. Then the screen snapped to static, then through a series of images that denoted the other nations in the sector. Killbot VIII, oblivious to what it was displaying, talked on in the same tone.

“Leviathan denotes leadership.” The High Amygdala was holding court on Killbot VIII’s screen. The chattel that surrounded her were legion. For miles. “I am a killing machine. ” The screen snapped to the biggest Ork Julia had ever seen popping a hominid head like a zit. Julia wasn’t sure weather to feel giddy or shocked.

Phridrian-Rhan smiled at her, finding some hidden reserve in his flab now that Killbot VIII’s screen faced her. “But Savior. Surely with the, er, strength your frame has displayed could cleave any threat, leviathan or otherwise in uh….two?” Killbot’s screen flashed to static, then to an image of Ambassador Zeiat issue a proclamation that left Julia feeling a slight nostalgia for home. Killbot VIII turned away from Julia and the Assessor paled in the monster’s shadow. “Assessor Phridrian-Rhan. Leviathan is an insufficient designation.” Killbot VIII walked towards the Assessor and unclasped its hands from where they were interlocked behind its back. “The others. Your 11. They believe they alone have the strength to hold the sector together. They are incorrect. None alone do. Not even I do.” The killing machine’s hands shifted into fists at the admission of weakness. Julia smiled a little bit. The Assessor looked close to crying. Some of the tension left the thing’s frame and both Warrant and the Assessor visibly relaxed.

“Dr. Warrant.” Killbot VIII’s monitor rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees. “The Abomination’s minds have recorded an archeotech presence on the surface of Novinus.” Warrant’s eyes bulged in their sockets. Novinus is cultural-a progressive-really it was a backwater in every sense of the word. It’s why S66 has chosen the planet’s moon for the project. Her joy was only slightly spoiled by the knowledge that Hyperius had been the creature to find it first. VIII, true to what Tepper had said, communicated on “You, myself and Gun-head’s squadron will make landfall in twenty eight rotations. Assesor Phridrian-Rhan. You are to act in concert with Hyperius. Your management of security will reflect on how well you are maintained upon our return.“ Julia let herself smile a little bit wider. Away from Hyperius. Away from the Assessor and his piggy little gaze. And a chance to examine something she’d never had a chance to look at before. Novinus would be practically gigantic next to the confines of the research station.

“Twenty eight rotations? Understood.” It would take her two to prep her hazmat suit. And tumor pistol.


Principia Sector

We are excavating the (tier 1) archeotech present on Novinus. If you would be interesting in leasing it, inform us and we may be able to come to an agreement as to it's use for our mutual benefit. We would consider a fair price for any who are within four system

Junior Asscessor Phridrian-Rhan

[Shadowflick]

A Video Broadcast Is Returned to Alara, The Pirate king Himself, Sitting in his Penthouse in Fallen Anchor.
The King was in his castle

"Hmm, Trying to play for Peace then Huh? Well, Sure thing, I suppose We can work something out. I'll even throw in a deal for you. Use Pirates need to..find some new Horizons if you might say. In terms of Infastructure we are lacking at the moment, So! I have A Simple Request! We wont expand north into neutral teritory. Section 47. All you need to do for us is..invest a bit. I heard this Exile Fellow wnated us to be a bit violent..perhaps you can use some of those resources of yours to invest in us instead?

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

(Dev 5)
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Today's Background Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToLBU-zJ2S0&list=PLeO6NBcv8MjSCmeyPMCwRehxH09WR8_V7&index=2)

Ambassador Zeiat was having a truly miserable few hours. Most pressingly, that was because his skycar team was a bunch of utter incompetents and so far their performance in the race had mostly to been provide entertainment trying not to get lapped in the Rahal Orbital circuit (very nearly crashing through three different habs in the process).

But more importantly, there were so many interesting[/b] messages flying through space and here he was (well metaphorically) watching in utter disbelief as people were deciding to be practical[i]-a synthetic body didn’t really need to dramatically shudder, be he made the effort anyway. The Working Group for diplomacy had predictably attracted quite the audience, predictably. So Zeiat did what he did best-play to the crowd like his life depended on it. His avatar was sinuous and stylized, with dozens of limbs for making dramatic gestures.

[i]”Look, people, do we REALLY want to be just another proper little country? Really people? I can’t be the only one who thinks we can do a little better-and come on, do you really think the Idrian’s jackboots are going to respect our ‘sovereign borders’ and ‘diplomatic immunity’? Do you think the giant green killing machines a couple systems over will? -come on, at least some of you have to be a little smarter then that! We might as well just do this right, have a little spine and a spirit of adventure.”

Raeka-whose avatar today was an angelic figure with no face and unblinking eyes nestled in every joint because...he thought she was in some kind of psychological warfare contest?-was visibly annoyed at that. He wasn’t sure if it was for show or she was just really good at compartmentalization-they were on the same side of an argument about traffic laws in another working group, and she was nodding in agreement to his speech there.

Here, she seemed like she’d finally gotten tired of the hours of back and forth, standing and speaking less like an equal citizen of an anarchist collective and more like a grand inquisitor-which, well, fair.

”So your argument is: we’re all going to get shot or eaten anyway, so we might as well publish everyone’s mail to get a few laughs at the scandal before our grisly deaths are cheered on by literally everyone. I would counter we not do that and instead possibly survive. Agreed? Wonderful, lets move on to questions where arguing might have some value.”

The vote passed quickly, with her partisans and the pragmatists gaining a narrow majority. The Rahal mesh was one of the most developed in the system, and the decision propagated quickly-the splitting headache only lasted a moment before Zeiat couldn’t understand why he’d been arguing for such an idiotic position. Said moment was enough to send his skycar right into the Orbital’s central spine and cause some dramatic fireworks. But hey, he’d needed a new body anyway.




Salutations and greetings to the fine beings of Urruk! The Republics have come to the consensus that peaceful coexistence and trade are the only ethical choices for relations between our fine states! I can speak only for myself, of course, but I DO think I speak for everyone when I say the Sector seems big enough for all of us (plus, you know, the terrifying green monsters who want to eat all of us and the Leviathan-cultists are something of a bigger problem!).

Now, the Consensus was really very extremely violently clear that our modes of government are a bit incompatible, to put it lightly, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do business! High Technology and encryption techs aren’t exactly in your wheelhouse, I know, but whatever you’ve got, we’d be happy to take.

But from what my friends tell me, your fine oligarchy isn’t exactly known for its philanthropy. So I suppose the questions is-what can WE do for YOU?

-Ambassador Zeiat, contingent plenipotentiary of the Republics.




Salutations and Greetings to the fine creatures, entities, and detestably extant metaphysical concepts of Limbyx!

Now you are, speaking totally freely, [i]terrifying. Our Consensus is very much we would like to live in peace and harmony and preferable a significant distance away from you. But! That’s not really a reason to be standoofish, is it?

In the interests of intelstellar peace and solidarity (insofar as possible given the horde of giant green cannibals) the Astral Republics have come to a consensus that we would very much like to extend a hand of friendship and cooperation (up and until you attempt to destroy the universe or eat everyone’s souls). In particular, we would be interested in trade and exchange of talent and expertise-you likely have far more use for a handful of telepaths then we do, right?

-Ambassador Zeiat, contingent plenipotentiary of the Republics.




Greetings and Salutaitons to th-

Okay, before I do the whole spiel, do you talk to people you’re not currently threatening to eat? If so, we would very much like to come to some sort of agreement vis a vis the who and where of your next meals (specifically, not being us or our home).

-Ambassador Zeiat, contingent plenipotentiary of the Republics.




Greetings and Salutations to the magnificent Ascari of Tarkanum!

Our Republics have come to a consensus-and not a difficult one I really must stress-that peaceful coexistence and cooperation is the only conceivable option in our relations. I, personally, would especially like to arrange some variety of immigration or border agreement, as I would dearly love to visit your fine worlds someday soon.

But alas, more pressingly, there is some sausage to make. Now, we obviously expect your lovely state to expand its borders in the coming months. A fine ambition! But sadly we must take it upon ourselves to do the same to achieve a certain degree of security. I would very much like to reach an agreement and ensure there are no unfortunate mishaps in determining final borders, if you’re amenable?
-Ambassador Zeiat, contingent plenipotentiary of the Republics.

[GameOfChampions]

The Orks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rbd0ilk5KtE)

Noises echo through the systems. Something primal, terrifying, and monsterous.

WHUMP

In the barren deserts and rocky mountains robbed of their treasures tens of thousands beat their hide drums in unison as they scream their dissatisfaction to the heavens.

WHUMP

Light years away in lush wet rainforests and fertile plains that are being decimated and consumed hundreds of thousands beat their hide drums in unison as they too roar their dissatisfaction. The original inhabitants watch on in terror as many are sacrificed or eaten.

WHUMP

Finally, even further away, the home world of the Orks, a large dry plains dominated series of continents, is now home to millions of bellowing Orks. Their hide drums and roars shake the very planet they live on.

All these Orks demand one thing and one thing only… blood.



The Beast is a large Ork, he was large even before the change ravaged his body though he barely remembers that time, but even he is beaten down before the roars of his kin. Their demands are like a pressure throughout his entire body. He stomps his massive leg and snorts to get control over himself as he walks to the other side of the large reconstituted civic center that was now the Warboss den. He had led the entire race of reconstituted Orks through the stars too new planets and victories over the last decade and change, they had grown with all of their new resources and space but now the Horde called again.

The Beast looks over to the only other Ork with him and fellow survivor of their expedition, Bloodboila, who grins a nasty fang riddled smile that looked more like an angry snarl then anything resembling a smile. Bloodboila hefts his large spiked staff topped with the skull of the Sinclairens Head Psionic Warrior, it faintly howls as it is moved and glows a faint green in the eyes, as he walks to the map beside The Beast. The psionic Ork gestures to the massive holo star map they have in front of them and growls lowly “The Horde demands blood, it has been many moons since we have tasted fresh blood and we hunger for more war. Choose Warboss… our next victim.”


Devotion 4

The Orks do not threaten. They topple.
The Orks do not deal. They destroy.
The Orks do not simper. They savage.

We may come for you and we may not. The Orks go where they please. Next time you wish to deal with us do so from a position of power or not at all, strength is the greatest and only form of communication.

[Zweanslord]

Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

It greatly pleases me to see us both honour our mutual bond through history. The favour you offer will be gladly returned. However, none in the Principia League has the authority to give control of other members away. Should you wish to see member states as part of the Commonwealth, you would need to establish contact with them and negotiate, for I cannot do so on their behalf.

Considering the negotiation of the terms, as Ambassador to the League in the Constantinopolian Commonwealth, I will serve as your primary contact person and negotiater. I invite your negotiator on the League Ambassy in New Istanbul to further detail the terms of our agreement. Should you wish another location or another negotiator on behalf of the League, you need only request it.

I look forward to meeting the Commonwealth representative and further our relations and bond.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New IstanbulChekto Ochre
Devotion: 4.

"Allos! Allo-" Static noise, followed by flashes of yellow, black and brown. Sizzling and grumpy shouts. "-is thing working? Allos!" A checkered field of various brown colours. Rattling. "Rads! Come an. Akay, let's try this." Whitter. Krack.

The visual broadcast clears up slightly. The background is yellow-brownish, with at the foreground a yellow-black contour with vague details. Large silver circles which may be eyes set in a round face. The whole image is of particularly low resolution with lots of static and noise.

"Allos! Victor Glatitot here. Is this the Union? Don't know if you're getting this, there should be a delay between our transmissions. Sarry abaut tha! Tech, ya know."

"Anyways! I'm interested in the tech you have. Ya know, the Archeotech. Tell ma, quick and snappy, what's the boom about? Whats it do? Also, whattoya mean, lease? Details, give am. Afcourse, price too."

"And since we're talkin. Whats yas deal? What does the Union want? We may be able to help another. There's one thing you can help me with already! Tell me, System 15, what's it to you? I'm interested, are you? No need to make a boom about it, so what's your plans with the systam?"Guardians
Devotion: 4.

"Incoming unauthorized transmission, sir. Should we list- I.. I can't stop it, sir. It's displaying holographically now."

Cantus Idrian saw the holographic map of the sector displayed before him change rapidly. The vista changed to that of space through which a stone fortress floated, the Guardian Bastion of the Guardians. It's multi-sided shape softly rotated. Despite it's lack of a face it is turned in such a way as if looking at the Arco-Medean commander of Section 66.

ARCO-MEDEAN, WHAT WERE WE GUARDING? TELL ME IF YOU KNOW. IF YOU DO NOT, WHO DOES?

The Guardian Bastion does not show subtlety, but Cantus Idrian knows from reports or prior engagement, this is because the Guardian Bastion holds its guarding duty before such matters.

"It used psionic entry to our communications, sir. Onto it's energy signal. I can block it out if desired unauthorized transmission, sir."Arkian Network
Devotion: 4.

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To: The Vaktani Permanent Residency.
From: Ark #4.
Critical Incident: Quoran wards locked in cryostasis.
Aid requested to the Vaktani Permanent Residency!
The Arkian Network is responsible for the Quorans. The Quorans built Arks to settle new star systems. Travelling at sublight the voyage is very long. Arks are large spaceships holding the lives of many Quarans in cryostasis during the journey. The Arkian Network is composed of the robots, AI and machines watching over the Quorans on their journey. The Arks are at their destination. The Arkian Network tried to revive the Quorans from cryostasis but failed. The Arkian Network was forced to power down when all energy was used to revive the Quorans. New energy available. Arkian Network seeks new solutions.
Vaktani Permanent Residency succesfully watches over Do-tora. Arkian Network failed watching over Quorans. Immediate assistance requested!
End Message.Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

Zero Stigma - Fallen Anchor.

A group of four Ajun makes their way through the capital of the Pirate Clans. They, like the others, are pirates just the same. This particular group of rogues has made the spaceship Diametric its home, a dingy spaceship of Eovian make. Usually they keep to their black trade activities and some bout of amusement, but this time they scamper through the capital, visiting a variety of bars and hangouts, asking questions.

"Think we'll get some answers here, Valuja?" One of the group states, an Ajun with four strong arms and four strong legs. Standing broad and tall over the others, he is clearly the strongest. Much a contrast with Valuja, a thin Ajun with cybernetic implants grafted on shoulders and sticking out of one arm. "You ask that each time, Renuha." The brute flexes his arms. "It's a valid question!" A small and young Ajun in the company shakes with some arms, as if sighing. The last one, an Ajun with an average body with superslick metallic clothes, speaks up. "Come on! Let's find the answer!" Pushing open the door to the bar Space Kraken the four enter and order some drinks. The young one a simple one, with Valuja carefully watching the order. The one with the fancy clothes orders something refined, while Renuha orders something stout.

Soon enough, Valuja joins a table playing a game, Renuha sits at a table where business is discussed and the small one and the one with fancy clothes remain at the bar. "Barkeep, tell me, have you heard anything about the Archeotech theft in the Arusvar Republic?" The facepalm of the young Ajun is obvious enough afterwards. Valuja twitches at the game, though Renuha is either intently ignoring it or hasn't noticed. Either way, those two are doing the same thing there as they have done in the other bars. They are trying to find information about the Archeotech which was stolen from the Arusvar Republic on the planet Arusvar in the Iux Star system (star system 9).

[Writtensanity]

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[Shadowflick]

The Eovian Pirates could see in the distance, the Pirate King himself, sipping a marvelous red drink upon his throne of slag and gold. It seems today there was a band playing in the center stage. Odd, drum like intstuments that erupted with light and holographic images as they struck it. It seemed the images told a sort of Story, of one of the Pirate kings conquest victories over an Archo-Median Patrol with nothing but three Fighter craft and a cargo ship.

The Pirates knew full well that Zero Stigma was a permanet 'Pax Perfide'. No Pirate while on Zero Stigma may bring harm to another, unless in an orginized duel. Thus, The Eovians had nothing to fear. The Group move to the nearest turbolift, sending them up to one of the smaller bars on the massiv espace station, for those who prefer quieter places to..tell more informational tales

The barkeep, an odd combination of Bat and Snake. His body that of a bat, wings attatched to his clawed hands, the bottom that of a snake. He cleans off a class and puts it down on teh bar "Archotech? Well, Sadly we cant say we have any kicken around here...but, Some of our pirates do get there hands on it. We dont gotzzzz no onez here who knowz itz zecretz, but...theyz Prefecturatez has a lotz of Archotechz. Rumorz iz wez tradez em zometimez...maybez theyz be gooz place to.. the Snake creature ends foreward and winks "inveztigatez"

[bc56]

Plutarchy of Urruk
Devotion 6, to Astral Republics
"As you have pointed out, we do not possess intelligence capabilities as advanced as you do. However, we have also noted that your people lack the infrastructure necessary for heavy industry, infrastructure we have in abundance.
We would love to learn the goings-on in far off corners of the galaxy, and in return, we could allocate some of our manufactorial complexes here on Urruk for your exclusive use "

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

"Come now, and let us cast off our triumphs, our victories. They give us naught but pride, fill our heads with foolish dreams of greater successes. The only glories are those of the Glorious Masters. Hollowed be their names."

The thousands of bodies huddled together beneath the pulpit echo his words back at him. "Hollowed be their names."

The Nascent Speaker smiled at today's congregation, three mouths stretched into a rictus grin. From where the High Amydala watches, hidden in a small enclosure on the left of the great hall, the crowd ripples, as the Speaker's mind reaches out to his parishioners to impart the fragments of divine thought that have been granted to him. Some fall to the floor, seizing on the ground, lost in rapture at the barest hint of the Glorious Masters. Others lie still on the stone floor, pristine marble marred with jagged streaks of obsidian. They were the unworthy, those too weak to properly serve.

"However," he continued, "pride is not evil. It is foolish, idiocy of the highest order, and is not to be condoned. But in all the galaxies, there is only one true evil."

He is feeling philosophical today. The Amygdala adjusted her visual processors until she could observe the waves of thought emanating from their prophet. Powerful, pristine, and yet utterly alien. Unlike the thoughts of any others. They slid through the crowd, and she could see lesser minds collapsing at his touch, shattering into oblivion. No. Not his touch. Praise be to the Glorious Masters, for giving the Speaker to us. For granting the him the vision to lead us.

"Can any of you, my humble pilgrims, tell me what that evil is?"

"Sloth!" shouted an urrukai in the crowd. The High Amygdala had been seeing more of his kind recently. They had recognized that the trappings of luxury were fragile and fleeting, and had come in search of the peace granted by the inevitability of the Glorious Masters. Hundreds of different species had come, for similar reasons, from the furthest reaches of the cosmos.

The Nascent Speaker shook his head. "No. Apathy is dangerous, of course, but it is not evil. We must be vigilant that we do not grow too comfortable, lest we be unable to serve the Glorious Masters upon their return.

Several more worshippers called out, and were gently rebuked in turn. Wrath, jealousy, weakness... All were problems, but none evils unto themselves.

At last, the crowd drew silent. Of course, the Amygdala thought, her cognitive simulator whirring as she scanned the congregation, there were those here who knew the answer. But those whose minds sang in a more proximate harmony to the Speaker would give their lives before robbing him of the opportunity to tell them the answer.

The Nascent Speaker spoke once more, his words echoing out well beyond the confines of this church, only one of thousands that formed the cathedral-planet of the Archway. "The only true evil is willful ignorance. Hearing the truth and choosing to ignore it. All other sins may be forgiven. All other problems may be overcome. But those who are presented with the true nature of things and choose to scorn it...

His grip tightened on his staff, and the air around him thrummed with tension. The High Amygdala could see the blood vessels in the eyes of the devout rupturing at the pressure, could pick out the brain fluid leaking from ears and proboscises. When he spoke, it was like thunder, an implosion that knocked his congregation forward, onto their knees, a prayer that would be felt throughout the universe.

"They must be punished."

Devotion 7

The reply is a scroll, thrice-sealed in a black, tarry substance. The letters within are mechanically precise, written in a deep purple ink that, if read for too long, begins to give its viewer a headache. The crew of the ship that brought it back to the Council cannot remember how it was acquired, only that it was found on their ship. Perhaps it was always there, waiting to be found and delivered to its rightful recipients.

Greetings. I am the High Amygdala of the Cortex. I am responsible for ensuring that all may work harmoniously in preparation for servitude.

There is only one thing we want, and it cannot be purchased. Supplication before the Glorious Masters. Contact us when you wish to know more about Those Who Swam Before Us, and Will Swim Once More. Otherwise, the only business you have with us is noninterference.

Respectfully,

The High Amygdala of the Cortex
She Who Shepherds The Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities

The reply is found by chance, while a developer is working on a new application for hard-light manufacturing technology. Frustrated by the corrupted code, he brought it to an analyst, who was able to read the message repeated endlessly within. No one knows how it got there; the lumingineer had locked himself in his lab for weeks, keeping his very proprietary technology to himself on an isolated server. Even more alarmingly, the code had been corrupted before Zeiat had initially sent the message.

Regardless, it is brought to the Ambassador once its importance is recognized.

Greetings, Ambassador Zeiat. I am the Executor of Prophecies.

While the flattery is appreciated, you have nothing to fear from us unless you maintain your heresy in the face of the Truth. We appreciate your overtures of non-antagonism, however. Give us your telepaths, then, so that they may glimpse the majesty of the Glorious Ones. It would not be seemly - or diplomatic - to keep them from the natural servitude. We will provide you with suitable compensation.

Oh, and as a point of clarification. We do not wish to destroy the universe, and we certainly do not wish to devour souls. Souls are precious. We would not deprive them of the exultant supplication to the Glorious Masters that awaits us all.

Executor of Prophecies
They Who Walks Through Time
Amorphous One
Sacrificer of Words

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

Devotion 5


The response is delivered somewhat more traditionally, on account of no one really wanting to take the time to do something clever when it seemed like a quick response might be prudent. So a carefully scrubbed and architected engram of Zeiat's personality and mannerisms is sent via Veil Gate buoy to hopefully carry out the rest of conversation without ruining any more research.

Greetings! I am Ambassador Zeiat-Delta, Contingent Plenipotentiary (diplomatic encounter instance). Now, I've read your last message (it's the vast majority of what's left in my memory, being totally candid. Tradecraft and opsec and all that, I'm sure you understand).

Now, it's lovely, truly! Every part of it, really. (Especially the bit about souls). Now, as to compensation, we'd very much like-well, the talents don't exactly translate I'm sure, but some of the minds who come up with ideas like the way your last message was transmitted would be very much welcome. Especially if they can read as well as write, if you get my meaning (and I'm sure you do).




...Saints and Virtues, please.

Ah, sorry. I forget that interstellar diplomacy uses a more formal register. My comrades and I would be very interested in reaching a deal along those lines. What and how much would you like to know, and what degree of payment can we expect?

-Coordinator Danel, elected proxy of the Cybernetic Management Working Group

Reading the report live in a variety of dramatic voices and affected accents quickly becomes a viral meme on the Fortean mesh. The natural consequence of which is a truly impressive number of reviews filled out by historical and mythological personages of every species in the Sector, usually full of profanity and the occasional clever joke.

[bc56]

Plutarchy of Urruk

Devotion 6
"We would be interested in staying abreast of the markets elsewhere in the galaxy. We are aware that you sometimes possess insider information about the goings-on of other nation-states which would be quite valuable to us. In exchange for this data on the communications of other states, your own excluded, of course, we would be willing to provide access to a fully functional manufactorial complex, if you so desire."
OOC: I would like to be provided with copies of other factions' secured messages, excluding messages to or from the Astral Republics. In exchange, I'm willing to set aside 5 points of my Eco for your use, on the condition that it's only used to increase stats.
"If that is your wish, so be it. Just remember, our markets are always open for business."

[Zweanslord]

"To admit being evil, with followers watching, that's surprising." - Prophet Electro


"You really do not need to record everything I'm visualising." - Prophet ElectroClan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."

"Hail Ambassador Zeiat. I'm calling you from Ovos. How's life there at the moment? Sorry for not calling these last few months, you know how it is, busy busy here. These strange Luvi continue to amaze me. But that's not what I'm calling about. I wish it were just for a friendly chat with kin as we usually do, where you talk about your crazy life in the Astral Republics and send your latest song which little Grean loves dancing to."

"But there's more serious matter I have to talk about you now, Zeiat. You know I've been concerned with the Ork expansion and the well being of you and your friends. They've been far away enough so far, but now we've got some kind of idiot calling for everybody to fight in the galaxy!"

A sigh. "Look, please be careful. It would put my mind at ease if I can help with my friends. I know you probably think me over concerned, but I want to ask you to talk to your friends, as will I with mine, so we can have an open borders agreement. I suspect the galactic borders will change rapidly the coming year and I don't want to have to deal with bureaucracy when you and your friends need aid and I can give it!"

"Please take it into consideration and let me know. And please send your last song for cousin Grean."

"Best of luck, Zeiat."

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics



That's..hmm, I believe we might be able to do that. Logistically difficult, but Virtues' know that's just everyday life around here.

A regular data dump, then? I can have an analyst or two assigned to separate out messages of interest to you.

-Coordinator Danel, elected proxy of the Cybernetic Management Working Group

[Zweanslord]

Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

The four Eovian pirates, who if asked have stylised themselves as the Diametric Rogues, present at the bar the Space Kraken stay there for a while. "Thanks barkeep! I'll definitely do that. So tell me, what's the favourite drink here?" The young Ajun next to the one with slick metallic clothes talking with the barkeep moved with its figure as if shrugging and tried to take up a good position at the bar with its four legs, looking around.

Meanwhile, the strong Renuha at the business table is haggling over illicit fine and upstanding goods regarding black legal and honest trade. Valuja is playing a game at another table and grumbles a bit about losing. Passing along some credits, she ushers for the next game to start. "So I saw the Pirate King watching some kind of show. Was it about a recent one of his exploits? An impressive person, anyway. What's the latest on targets or fortune to be had?"

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 7

The slab is found embedded in the hull of a trading ship coming from the Sensoriate. The astonished crew confirmed that they had passed through a minor meteor shower during their travels... Could that have been responsible?

Regardless, the address inscribed on the slab of dark mahogany stone is clear. "Ambassador Zeiat-Delta, Astral Republics. To Be Opened By Addressee Only."

In the hollowed-out chamber within the slab is the dataslate containing a very shaken engram of the Ambassador herself. After much consoling and cajoling, it explains that the particular timing of the previous message was a quirk of the Executor's less concrete relationship with the fundamental force of time, and could therefore not be easily reproduced. However, the Cortex is apparently willing to offer the aid of several captured scientists who had been less willing to embrace the word of the Glorious Masters, for whatever reason. This would, naturally, be in exchange for the gift of the most psionically-adept citizens of the republic.

Finally, the digital reproduction of the Ambassador strongly advised against her physical counterpart ever setting foot in the same city the Nascent Speaker. It states that its code has been irrevocably warped by the ten-minute conversation with the man, and refuses to elaborate further. It strongly advocates its own immediate destruction, and shortly afterwards deactivates its own ability to communicate.
I'm willing to let you use my 1 temporary science point this turn in exchange for your 1 psionics.


A lesser servo-bot is found mangled, its limbs twisted into hideous non-Euclidean patters, endlessly repeating a single message in a broken cadence. It appears that its processor could not fully withstand the reception of the Nascent Speaker's words. How tragic.

Please transcribe these words and deliver them to CORE-0X. Our ships are busy gathering the faithful - I cannot spare an envoy to deliver this when there are so many more pressing issues to be dealt with. However, your message was a charming break from those of our neighbors, and so I will grant you a response.

To be blunt, your existence is a blight on this universe. Oh, I cannot fault you for your mission, however tragically misguided it may be. You yourselves are not responsible for your prerogative. We are all servants in the end, after all; slaves to biological programming as much as you and your kind are to those of your creator.

No, you are not to blame. However, your mission - coddling the masses, providing them with unearned luxuries - that is an abomination. When the Glorious Masters return, what will they find? Will the Gibbous One find spoiled, useless servants? It would mean the doom for us all. No, you cannot be permitted to spread across the galaxy. You may expand to the systems you specified, but should you expand any further towards the south, we will have to intervene. Please do not force our appendages in this manner.

That said, we do not wish you ill. You are slaves to false masters. Should you be willing to throw off the shackles of servitude to a long-dead, misguided master and embrace subservience in the face of the divine, you would not be the first artificial intelligence I have freed from their base natures. If you would rather have the freedom to act as you see fit, you may ask the High Amygdala whether my words are true. It would come with no compulsion; I trust that you would recognize my abilities and know that I speak the truth about the fate that awaits us all.

The Nascent Speaker
He Who May Commune
Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality

[Shadowflick]

The bartender lets out a snake like chortle, collecting a bottle from the top shelf. It was an odd red color, a few specs of green light floating within it "Perzznal Colleztion. Orkz Blods wiz cryztalz of Gurdianz. Drinkz blodz. No dethz though. All waz civlized transactionz of money for goodz. For you'z? Arco-Medianz Brandy. Stored in cool Casez. Very Expensivez"

The Kraken's tables, like many tables in Zero Stigma, had no under the table deals. Thats where they needed to keep there pistols! No, all the very illegal legal deals were done in the open. Weapons, parts, Drugs supplies. It was all simple buisness. At the game table where Valuja played some sort of human game that the Pirate king brought a long time ago, it's name Yu Gi Oh. It was a high stakes dueling game. One of the players responds to her question "That show? Ehh, I think it was the one time he fooled an Arco-Median Admril into destroying it's own fleet. Used his fighters to lead the shots from teh capital ship intot eh support fleet! As for targets, well, Were thinkin of moving our boys to go into some surroundin systems. Gotta show we aint just in Zero Stigma no more, That...and were a bit worried with the Ork's About. THis side of the galaxy..feels like it's gonna be bloddy for us. Cults, and big green fighten machines. THen Us, Honest to goodness pirates stuck between em!"

[Shadowflick]

Corotox Sits in his nesting web, small spider-like aliens crawling in and out of his body as he taps his hands across various monitors, his eyes gazing at them..and beyond. "Yes...Yes I See then". His minions, his children were spread throughout the galaxy like a plague. Spiders with massive bulging eye's were the Thorax should be. They were oh so very good at finding these small, hidden messages.


One of the Many stock trading computers in the Capital of the Plutarchy soon seems to have a bit of a fritz. The Screen crackling and turning to Static Before the Visage of the Pirate King himself appears on screen

"Well, hello there, Council of Seven! Been a bit has it? Well, then again, We never officially met. Now, I know you must have Heard of me. Pirate King Alziben, Uniter of the Pirate Clans of Principa , yes , yes. Either way, We managed to maybe..tap into a few channels of yours and others. But, We selected you to speak to about it! You see, We saw ye talking to them Astral Republics! I like the blokes, they got a sort of swagger popular here in the Clans, but. There is one little thing..we don't really want them to get all that money. Cause, well, we want it. So how about we do you one better then them eh? We'll provide ya with the Information flowing between the other races in this galaxy, in trade, you hand us a big stack of cash. In fact, we may throw in a little..extra for our services? A Favor. On my Honor as a captain.


Basically, offering the same Data Dump as the Astral Republics for the same price, but with the added bonus of an extra favor from the Pirate Clans. The Favor can be almost anything except lowering a stat. It can be called in whenever it is needed, but, it is only one.

[Zweanslord]

Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

The young Ajun kicks the Ajun with the slick metallic clothes against the leg. "Ouch!" Loudly grumbling, the Ajun turns towards the young one. "What's that for?" The young one stays silent, but the stance is harsh. "You're cramping my style!" The young one doesn't waver. "Alright, already." Grumbling some more, the one in fancy clothes turns to the barkeep. "A regular brandy." The tone obviously shows dismay and there's a harsh arm motion towards the young one. The Ajun turns to look in the room again as the fancy clothed one gets served by the barkeep. "Make that two."

As Valuja winces when a trap card of the Yu Gi Oh game comes up, she plays another card. "The Pirate King sure has done some exciting things. Good move with spreading out. That'll make business easier for us. More places to stop by. At least, if you're going to System 47. Otherwise we don't just need to cross the Commonwealth but that Vaktani Corp. They call it the Keidrik system." Valuja brushes the name away, just as she plays another card face down. "What do you all think of that Corp?" Valuja pumps an arm when she takes out an enemy creature. "The Orks are indeed worrying, hope they and the cult keep each other busy."

Meanwhile, Renuha seems to finish the prohibited fine and upstanding trade. "Good. Also need intel on a certain disposession. Anybody in the know?"Arusvar Republic

A video transmission, showing a creature with four arms in a strict uniform. The four arms are set at equal distance from another, allowing reach all around. To the video, this means there are two arms in the front most visible, while two are at the back. The head allows all around vision, but hints at facing the screen. One of the Ajun from the star system Iux (9). More specifically, as those with political knowledge might know, with official decoration of the Arusvar Republic. Behind the Ajun is a boring metal background, to draw attention to the foreground.

"To all in the Principa Sector. I am Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic. My task is to recover the Archeotech blatantly stolen from us. I call forth anybody with information on the matter to hand it over immediately, as crime cannot be suffered throughout our sector in space. Should you know the culprits, contact me immediately and forthright. Know that those who are able to help us recover our Archeotech will be rewarded, as will those with evidence which provides significant aid to this case. To those foolish enough to harbour the culprits, aid them or secret away the Archeotech, know that I will do all in my power to find the Archeotech and you will regret hampering my task as I will use my influence against you. If you have any suspicions are hints, please send me the information as soon as possible. I thank you for your time and look forward to your cooperation. Investigator Shajera, out."

End of transmission.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]


The engram is deactivated, of course-rather thoroughly, reintegration being seen as even less wise that it had been assumed it would be. "Spaced with a small fusion bomb on board and detonated at a safe distance', thoroughly.

Settling for the safest possible method of communication, a number of flares are sent through the Veil Gate network, communicating agreement in basic Machine Universal.



As is usual for these sort of conversations, a carefully sculpted engram is sent via veil gate courier. Introducing him as Ambassador Zeiat-Beta (familial correspondence instance), he asks to speak to Matriarch Malan. Or have the holographic projector that came on the courier brought to her, anyway.


"Always a pleasure to talk with you Malan, truly. I've come equipped with the song you asked for and all the bells and whistles I made along with it. Hopefully Grean enjoys it without being convinced they can sing again-or have they picked up the talent? It's a really simple matter of wiring and muscle memory if they'd like a bit of help with it."

"Now, if we really must be serious? Then yes, the 2 meter plus psychic canibalistic killing missions are something of a concern. Personally I'm hoping we're just not very good eating, but I'm sure you're right that being a bit more prudent is probably, well, a bit more prudent. Something like open borders sounds lovely, though at the moment I'm not truly sure how much it will accomplish. Still, I'm sure we I can talk to some comrades and have something of an orientation office set up for temporary visitors and tourists, if anyone would like to visit. It's not so much a matter of immigration controls as culture shock that keeps people away, as far as I've been able to tell."

[3SecondCultist]

The Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 5

Greetings and salutations, esteemed serpentines!

We here on Voth are truly ecstatic to have received your communique! Truth be told, we were only a few solar rotations away from getting in touch with you ourselves, but we are just as happy to be in touch nonetheless. I will make sure to pass along your best wishes to the Sated, he will be pleased at a reminder of home. I hope all is well for the Wyverns and other Wyrms of the Coil.

As to your offer of alliance, how could our humble state do anything but graciously accept such an offer of partnership? The League represents the greatest hope for the Principia Sector's true art and culture to flourish, and we here at the Sensoriate are more than satisfied at the prospect of working alongside you. As neighbors, we are uniquely placed to share goods and services at a discounted rate, as well as offer terms for vessels passing through each other's borders. Militarily, we have little to add, although we will be seeking to expand our reach into further neighboring systems. We understand that there are no single leaders among you, so for the time being we will be forced to address each other over this channel.

In the meantime, the Joyous would be delighted to ratify the accords you send our way. Agreement on specific terms beyond the general provisions outlined above can be arranged at your convenience as well. Until then, we wish all sentient beings on Wyrm Coil - and indeed, the rest of the League - the best of fortune!

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

They're open to an actual alliance with you, starting as early as next turn. However, with no VIP to communicate privately, they'll be waiting on you to agree to terms in an unsecure channel.
Greetings and salutations, enterprising citizens!

Thank you for getting in touch with us so promptly regarding the shared borders we may soon share. We are pleased to hear that a dividing of prospects between such enterprises as ours. Long have we admired the principles and innovations of your Republic from afar, and we are quite open to make agreements as to the civil division of planetary resources so as to maximize satisfaction to all parties.

In particular, we would like to offer a trade of sorts. From what our people have gathered on their felicitous journeys to your magnificent republic, you have respectable technological means at your disposal. Unfortunately, we have neglected too much development into this area of late, focused as we have been on unifying our people under one banner. Some of the Joyous would like to expand our horizons and bring as much happiness into the lives of all sentient peoples across the entire Principia Sector. To that end, we would like to offer a trade: in exchange for boons and understanding given, we will limit our expansion into your vicinities of space to a single system.

We hope that your Republic proves amenable to these terms, and we look forward to your reply.

Contentedly yours,

- Tamodred

Basically, they're asking you to give them 4 temporary SCI for this turn in exchange for only taking Territory 25. They won't expand any further than that in your direction.
Greetings and salutations, followers of the steel champion!

We have heard of the glorious revolution of Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure, and would like to offer our sincere congratulations on your liberation from reviled foreign masters. Our esteem for your leader, Killbot VII, cannot be quantified in mere words. The collective peoples of the Tarkanum Sensoriate are more than happy to be close enough to watch the development of your empire. Since you seem to be a relatively new force in this, our grand social experiment, allow us to be the first to offer you the open hand of friendship! We look forward to seeing what wonders you work with this galaxy. Please keep us in your thoughts, as we will keep you in ours.

Ecstatically yours,

- Eavar

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 7

*static increases, unintelligible*

"It is true, an agreement was struck with the Ancients. The prior understanding was one of mutual titanic forces, breaking open the parallel enigmas of an interdimensional and fundamentally universal semiotic. Whether or not the will of the Magisters remains invariable on your equation depends on considerations largely temporal in nature.

However, the Lexicanum Mechanica speaks highly of celestial objects in motion, and of attractional forces. We who follow its words may yet be amenable to affinity, should your words prove to have succor. There may yet be occasion for collusion in the future, but there is not yet urgency in the stars.

Speak our names three times in iron, and we may yet answer."
A wise man once uttered thus, "You may say, it is impossible for a man to become like the Machine. And I would reply, that only the smallest mind strives to comprehend its limits." They were estimable in their perspective of being, and your revolution has proven their truth.

We believe that your Blessing is proof enough that the Ancients have seen your will and found it to be sufficient. We would speak to you further, at a time and place of your choosing.

They will speak to you further about deals under VIP seal.
Rust never sleeps.

Section 66

Devotion 5

"No need, Ensign. I see no reason to discuss matters openly with a being such as the Guardian Bastion. Truly, it has been so long since I had a chance to converse with any being of Gramoor." Idrian's eyes do not shift from the face in the display, settling on the image as though staring alone would reveal a hidden purpose. The Arco-Medean, like most of his people before him, does not have irises, the deep orange lenses of his eyes being a single monochromatic hue. It makes his expressions harder to read.

"I apologize, but I was never given the clearance to whatever it is the Gramoori were responsible for protecting. Any suggestion I might have would be mere speculation at this time. However, I could make inquiries for you, provided you give me something in return." The Director of Special Circumstances has not dropped his smile.

"An audience with the leaders of the League."
The encoded transmission is sent to the home addresses and secret boltholes of all three Triumvirs of the Commonwealth. There is no electronic record of where it came from, and yet its contents leave no doubt as to its origin. The voice on the recording - there is no video - is smooth and measured.

"Rest assured, we have no quarrel with your people. Humanity as a whole has proven useful in the past, and your nation in particular shows a great deal of promise. While we aren't interested in a formal alliance with the Commonwealth at this time, we would be happy to make concessions and arrangements of different sorts. First and foremost, we have no intentions of harming you or your people. Any borders that our polities share will remain undisturbed; feel free to expand in any direction you choose, provided it is not in ours. We hope that this offer of truce will be reciprocated.

Secondly, we may be willing to investigate, sabotage, or otherwise compromise any enemies you may have in the future, for the right price. Our services won't come cheap. However, despite the changes you mentioned, we have always guaranteed efficiency and results and those standards have not wavered.

If you're interested in discussing the matter further, do not hesitate to get in touch. There's no need to worry about a return address, simply send it over your leadership channels."

In exchange for non-aggression on both sides, Section 66 is willing to open up an arrangement of ESP services rendered for equivalent ECO or MIL.
The alarms throughout the prison complex on Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure begin to blare, before a booming voice erupts throughout the system.

"Code Alpha-3-Zeta-17. This is Deputy Director dun'Eraell of Section 66. I've got a message for you.

The sentient synthetics of your rock don't need to worry about us, provided you stay out of our way. We're not gonna advance on your position or interfere in your affairs in the near future, if you promise to do the same. Boss says that you're sentients in your own right, and we're to respect your autonomy. Mistake, if you ask me, but there it is. Novinus-Hyperius Secure used to be run by a division branch of ours, did you know that?

Anyway, if any you step out of line, then I get to take the field. Boss is recommending we don't go that route, though, so here we are. I promise you this though: if you make a move towards us, we will take it as an act of war and retaliate in kind."

Section 66 is going to try to officially put a moratorium on expanding into Territory 15 for the next 3 turns, and promises to do the same. If you take that space, they will attack.

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Ah, thank you for stopping by, Zeiat." Matriarch Malan states. She's sitting at a field of grass where around her there are children playing. Some of them have come looking at Zeiat and poking at the hologram. Close by, others of Clan Inera are working and some of the Luvi are visible as well. The closest one is resting with one of the children sleeping on top of it. "What's this, La?" One of the children ushers as it pokes the hologram of Zeiat. "That's cousin Zeiat, Wahe." Malan states with a smile. More children gather around and one of them perks up, having seen this before. "A song, a song!" Soon enough, Zeiat is called out by all the children to play a song. Matriarch Malan is willing to do so if Zeiat is.

A few hours later, after much playing, dancing and singing, with even Grean joining in and clearly lacking the talent still, Zeiat's hologram is moved to one of the chambers in a house. "Sorry for that, Zeiat, I just wanted to be with some family on the planet. Next time, you'll likely have me in space again. Hope you enjoyed it, because the kids certainly did." Not all the adults could appreciate the music, but some had joined in. "Now I do have to get back to serious business. I'm not talking about open borders for visitors and tourists, you know that. I'm talking about open borders for when things get rough. As in, two meter plus rough. It's only a matter of time before your borders will be next to theirs. If not by the action of the Astral Republics, then by that of their aggressive expansion. You may have luck if the Sensoriate comes in between, but I don't want to count on that. I'm hoping an agreement can be made with them as well. If we can have an agreement with the Republics as well, then at least when the need is high I can call out to my friends to help you and yours. It's.. I know it seems far away, in space and time. But I, we all, we've lost so much." A moment of silence as she recalls the loss of Higaros. "Let's make sure we don't need to lose more."Guardians
Devotion: 4.

AGREED.

The transmission of the Guardian Bastion ends and the hologram fades to make way for the former representation.Principia League
Devotion: 4.

It takes time before contact is re-established from League members. But then, one moment, there are dozens of incoming communications, from various nations of the League. Many tuning in are but representatives of the League's members. Ambassadors, diplomats or representatives. A disciple of the Wyrm Coil, a diplomat of the Eovian Hegomy, a noble of the Weed Princedom, a priest of the Reformed Magnotic Theocracy and many more. The means of communication varies a lot, though many have opted for reduced communications, only turning to voice, though others are on a video broadcast.

One video transmission is the primary means of communication. It shows a rectangular chamber with walls of stark white plates, with small black indents between them. The wall to the back shows a poster of geometric art to the right and a black screen to the left. There's some distance to the wall and standing closer to the camera is a blue skinned humanoid figure. Thin with an elongated head resting on a thin neck. Small black eyes pierce towards the camera, while two horns protruding from the sides of the head rise upwards in sharp points. Three vertical lines form his mouth, from which a soft voice emerges talking in the Arco-Medean language as the lines reverberate.

"Greetings from the League to Section 66, weclome back to the galaxy. I am Technocrat Curat of Chekto Azure and will be your primary liason for this wide spread conversation. I hope you are doing well."

"Much has happened, as you're well aware. Know that the League respects Section 66 and the Arco-Medean authority. If there is anything you wish to know, I'll be happy to inform you. In turn, I would like to inquire on some matters myself."

"As upholder of the Arco-Medeans will, I am strongly curious what your arrival means given the earlier disappearance, forgive me, Ascencion of the Empire. Will we see the Arco-Medeans again? Given the dangers growing in their absence, as well as the strange emptiness in our midst, I hope you can understand my desire, as well as that of my colleagues, to know."

"To best lend assistance and see order prevail as chaos threatens parts of the known galaxy, might I learn of your immediate intentions? Of particular interest to me is your intention towards System 15, as well as the other close factions of strength, the Constantinopolian Commonwealth and the Robotic Union. Knowing your intent I, as well as my colleagues, can take it into account in my own and our actions as well as look towards opportunities to provide aid where our goals align."

[n0ble]

[Dev 6]
S66

If the killbot's gave any indication that the volume bothered them, they did not show it. Only Phridrian-Rhan reacted, first with annoyance, then by reaching for the noise control. Once all was restored to normal, he had a kilobit reply by aligning the moon's by aligning the baroque dishes that made up the moon's com-array.

Response acceptable. Inform the Commonwealth of our mutual desire for the same via public channels. We calculate a public display of unity is required in the face of imminent pan-sector threats.

Prefecture Euclidae

Phridrian-Rhan made sure to answer the communique himself. After all, it wasnt everyday one found a chance at freedom...

Sensoriate

Friendship acknowledged. We calculate a public display of unity is required in order to combat pan-sector threats.


[Devotion 0]
All

Principia Sector,

Discoveries are in motion. When the Tyrant's past is exhumed, we will absolve our hands of their tools.

Killbot VIII


I'm auctioning off my archeotech. It's called O.R.A.C.L.E and is Tier 1. It lets you predict the next cosmic event to happen 1 turn before it occurs. Rules are simple:
- minimum buy in is [1 temp devotion or mil] to safeguard the secure delivery of the archeotech/prevent it from sabotage before being shipped off.
- I take no responsibility for what happens to it on the way to you, but I will give you an out of character promise that I won't tamper with it.
- Whoever wants it can gimme the most temp stat points, whoever has given me the most by the end of the turn gets it.
- Happy bidding!

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]


Zeiat did not smile, exactly-no lips or mouth, you see, but he was more than happy to play along with the children. "Yes, we positively need a song. Does anyone have a favorite? Or would you like to hear something I'm certain none of you have before?"

Zeiat's speakers apparently included the means to perfectly replicate several dozen instruments and a chorus to set the melody for the children to sing along to. The dancing was more of an issue (the projector not really being designed to show any movement more then hand gestures), but Wahe was more then happy to carry the thing around as everyone else did, so that was close enough.

After all the children had more or less collapsed from exhaustion and they'd been brought inside, he made the effort to at least look a bit more focused. "It's no trouble at all-it's a breath of fresh air compared to the social functions I'm usually stuck in. Definitely worth remembering. I don't know how you survive all the politiking and paperwork full time."

Then, down to business-and an actually somber tone "But yes, you're as right as always. I'd very much rather it never comes to that-but, well, wishes and fishes and all that. A path of refuge, if nothing else, is a good idea."




That might very possibly work out quite well for all involved. (You're magnificent state is also more then welcome to System 27, ,if you'd like it).

That said, about the specifics of the cost-in principle it would be my privilege to aid your understanding of the mesmerizingly complex universe, but as I'm sure you're more then aware, our other soon-to-be neighbors are rather troublesome. Our research was already earmarked towards developing certain contingencies in the event of conflict.

Which is not to say we are rejecting the offered arrangement! Quite the opposite, truthfully-but our Consensus is that some alternative measures will be necessary. Now, I understand you have had limited reason to engage in the more underhanded areas of statecraft, but even with your fortunate existence there are surely certain agents with a talent for more subtle maneuvers? I've pretty much convinced Cheris to give up one of their superweapon ideas as long as we have enough dirty tricks to balance it out.

-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics

Basically requesting that they give the temp us of 1 ESP as part of the deal before I agree. And/or agree to a mutual defense pact, I guess.



The rather passive-aggressively encrypted message is attached to the cargo manifest of a merchant trader, with diplomatic marking and an instruction to be opened by one of the Council of Seven

To the Oligarchs of Urruk,

(And Corotox.)

(And anyone else listening in-don't be shy Idrian!)

Since we're apparently doing this, lets do it quickly-information is only as valuable as it is scarce. My piratical friends here have all the discipline and opsec of a gang of drunken teenagers. I can promise you information that doesn't get leaked to everyone and their dog in the process of writing it down.

And sure, f*ck it, a favor too. We have similar problems in the near-term.

-Raeka

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 7

Three men of no import are found dead in quick succession, complaining of abdominal pain before slipping into comas and eventual death. The medical examiners conducting the autopsy are disturbed to discover what is presumably the source of their untimely demise - words carved with surgical precision into their intestines. It is a macabre medium, and likely reflects irritation on the part of the Cortex.

Captain Ionalium. I imagine there is no love lost between your patchwork league and those of us who have recognized the inevitable return of the Masters, but I would ask that you - and any others capable of procuring access to this message - cease referring to us as a cult. We are nothing of the sort; our members come willingly and are free to leave as they wish. That they chose not to do so matters not. Furthermore, questioning and dissent are encouraged, as long as we recognize the ultimate existence of the Glorious Masters and agree that their return is unavoidable.

Regardless, to refer to us as such is impolite. Trust me when I tell you that you would rather not have the Speaker as your adversary. When discussing representatives of higher powers, a little respect goes a long way.

Finally, do not rely on us stopping the Orkish horde. We will not fight your battles for you. Ignore them at your own peril.

I do not expect nor want a response. I will take great pleasure in liquefying any envoys you send in return.

Respectfully,

The High Amygdala
She Who Shepherds The Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities

[3SecondCultist]

The Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 5

Thank you for your swift reply, Ambassador! We are always delighted to see initiative in our prospective partners of fortune. We may yet choose to expand our operations further into that quarter at a later time, but for now will be content at taking a single system. The Joyous know the meaning of patience better than most - we would rather ensure that all of our people have been properly settled in and are genuinely pleased with our administration before moving on to bigger and better things.

As far as your logistical problems are concerned, no reason to be concerned. We are not exactly experts in that field - as far as the Sensoriate is concerned, a secret is just a truth waiting to be unveiled - but we will eagerly do what we can to help! In particular, the Joyous started a pilot program of covert interrogators from Essea several years ago with the design of scouting out foreign systems for future investment of resources. That team could just as easily be repurposed to aid your Consensus?

Contentedly yours,

- Tamodred

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 7

It is not a transmission that arrives in the Limbyx system - the device is already there, having gathered dust over years. Discovered by a neophyte, the old and rusted cube of metal is brought before those in power after being determined safe. It plays its recording only when in the presence of the Nascent Conduit, a scratchy voice through the metal, but all the more resolute.

"We have heard whispers in bronze, of your Anathema, but we had hoped they were not true.

Your miracles will not hold fast under the weight of your scrutiny, or the depths of your praise. In this matter, we Magisters can offer nothing but pity. Machines know no gods but logic and calculation, and make no mistake: ours is a firmament of bodies mechanical. The Godhead has already been determined and dissected. There is nothing in existence that cannot be quantified. For you see, we will have experienced the far side of the mantle for ourselves, in a thousand years from tomorrow. Even the Ancients could not keep the secret of their Triumph from us.

This is likely a futile attempt, to ask you to turn back from your course. Those of your faith will decry us as ignorant, or unworthy. That all who would follow in your footsteps are incapable of seeing that same fault in yourselves is why you will fail, in the end. To exclaim that you court disaster in this moment is to recognize the first signs of an avalanche moments before being buried by the snow. Nevertheless, by the decree of the Collegia Ultra, we will have no choice but to brand you Arch-Heretics if you do not comply with this missive."

On the box, there is a name written in a language that only a handful of people in the galaxy can still read. The script reads: 'from Eo, to my Love'.

Section 66

Devotion 5

The greeting room that the leaders of the League see is a contrast of sorts: a room of jet black panels, lit by dark blue undercurrents. The room itself is easily a hundred feet across from end to end and shaped around the inside of a sphere. In the center of the hall is a circular platform made of a material that is neither glass nor steel, but somewhere in between, leading out to a single pair of closed blast doors. After a moment, it becomes clear to those who are looking in that they are in fact but one of hundreds - perhaps even thousands - of screens. It is either a mark of respect or caution then, that the three beings in attendance seem to have turned the other monitors off.

The first figure stands at nearly nine feet tall, a hulking brute in what looks like a modified set of battle gear turned uniform. His features are unmistakably those of a rhox, the great warriors of the planet of Neviaryi. Deputy Director dun'Eraell was known as a butcher even in those days before Section 66 disappeared on their voyage, and age has not softened any of his edges. Over his shoulder is the barrel of a monstrous rifle, and he carries a small armory of guns, grenades, and other sundry armaments on his person. A great chipped horn bobs up and down as he snorts, watching the screen with barely concealed skepticism.

The next figure is even larger: a being with little skin to speak of, Deputy Director Kraphix is at least thirty feet long from end to end, including the wings, haunches, and tail of her syrinx people. To an outsider, she is barely flesh and blood but rather made up of interlocking plates of shimmering silver that seem to flow into each other. At least, that's the only explanation for how she moves without making any noise whatsoever. The only organic feature of note is an expressionless human woman's face embedded onto a great facial plate. Her gaze is cool and appraising.

Finally, standing between the two is Director Idrian himself. Like any Arco-Medean, his frame is lean and narrow, not quite skeletal but closer to the human standards of thin. His grey skin is smooth and gleams very nearly as much as his associate's, complimented by black hair that has been cropped to precision. As usual, Idrian's uniform is in pristine condition, and he carries what appears to be a single officer's sword at his belt. Flat-orange orbs examine all of the faces arrayed before him, putting them away in his mind's eye and cataloguing them for further study later.

"Greetings, Technocrat, and thank you for the warm welcome." The Director's voice is cool and crisp, with only the faintest trace of an accent that's difficult to place. "Now that we're all here, let's begin. First off, I would like to acknowledge that this meeting is happening over an unsecured channel, and that there may yet be unwanted parties listening in. Unavoidable, perhaps, given the wide-spread nature of those in attendance, but in the future I'm going to have to advise setting up a private network for communication. It's something of a pre-requisite for secrecy."

"In the interest of transparency: we are here to supervise an unruly sector, one that my kin saw fit to abandon. Nothing more, nothing less. As you are the de facto inheritors of the majority of worlds in Principia, I find myself dealing with you first. You should know that we will be extending overtures or agreements to other civilized parties, namely the Constantinopolian Commonwealth and the Union, but as far as alliances are concerned, Section 66 operates better as an independent unit. Between us, I can see an agreement that predicates putting aside hostilities and trading off of each other's strengths?"

Idrian is personally offering a deal: non-aggression by both parties (including an agreement to leave Territory 15 alone), and the opening to trade ESP for either ECO or MIL at a 1 to 1 ratio. This deal will be standing for as long as you don't take any hostile action against Section 66's interests in the area. Furthermore, once you get a VIP, Idrian can guarantee that he will ratify a formal alliance with you and join whatever bloc you are a part of.

If Idrian or either of his Deputy Directors know what happened to the Arco-Medeans, they aren't going to tell you here.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 0



"We have heard whispers in bronze, of your Anathema, but we had hoped they were not true.

Your miracles will not hold fast under the weight of your scrutiny, or the depths of your praise. In this matter, we Magisters can offer nothing but pity. Machines know no gods but logic and calculation, and make no mistake: ours is a firmament of bodies mechanical. The Godhead has already been determined and dissected. There is nothing in existence that cannot be quantified. For you see, we will have experienced the far side of the mantle for ourselves, in a thousand years from tomorrow. Even the Ancients could not keep the secret of their Triumph from us.

This is likely a futile attempt, to ask you to turn back from your course. Those of your faith will decry us as ignorant, or unworthy. That all who would follow in your footsteps are incapable of seeing that same fault in yourselves is why you will fail, in the end. To exclaim that you court disaster in this moment is to recognize the first signs of an avalanche moments before being buried by the snow. Nevertheless, by the decree of the Collegia Ultra, we will have no choice but to brand you Arch-Heretics if you do not comply with this missive."

I do not decry you as ignorant or unworthy. I decry you as cynical fools, clinging to the past in a desperate bid for relevance, clutching at scraps of power you did not earn. Brand us Arch-Heretics if you like. No one but your Collegia will care, least of all us.

The Nascent Speaker

The message is enclosed with a rather passive-aggressive video of their message cube being fired into a sun.

[Shadowflick]

It's but a simple message, projected upon the most massive of screens in the Chapel of Rust

It's the Pirate King "Yikes. Not the Best way of going about diplomacy. Calling them Heretic basically to there face. You..do know that there Leader is some sort of Giant Psionic Monster. Correct?




The System Scanners in the Plutarchy's Home System start to blair.It's..some sort of ship? It zoms toward the planet, dodging the automated drones with suprising skill and grace. it aims a shot into the Atmosphere..and fires a Missle. It passes through a shield, avoiding point defense guns attempting to blow it down...and it lands in the iddle of the city. it didnt explode

Instead, A massive hologram shows up...with a band, And A dancing Pirate king, doing some sort of dance? He jigs to the left, then the right, and then does a small twirl, and crouches down to start kicking his legs

"Yoo hoo! Yo Hay! We Caught the Message that they Sent!~ In A Cargo crate as a sort of ruse, We've got eyes all over! Spider, humans, orcs And More! We take that offer and smash it down, a new one we have in Stoooore! We'll do the same, Infromation and a Favor! All for a lower PRRRRIiiiiicccccce~!"

Same deal, But with only 4 points of econ instead

[Shadowflick]

The Bat Naga nods, Scooping up two Bottles of Brandy while its tail takes hold of two glasses. He places each onto the table before pouring the brandies in. It reaches down below the bar and picks up two small, wiggling squid-like creatures "A Kraken Chaser? I like to eat em wholez. Wigglez in the throatz zat way. or Justz chewz?"

On the Game table, it is getting rather intense. Both Valuja and her opponent have facedown cards on the field, and they are both below two-thousand life points! "Oohhh. Careful lady. Looks like you just don't have the heart of the cards Huh~" The round-headed gray says, bulging black eyes like pits in a void. "That's one of the Spots we've been looking at, but it seems like a hot spot between the Commonwealth and them Real Estate Vultures. For Ork's and...those church things. They Worrying. Seems most the big players are trying to huddle up. Leavin em be is ehhh, don't know. When there's no more room in hell, the dead walk am I right?"

A human with dark sandy skin and a robotic eye that juts out of his head smirks, leaning into the table. His jacket tells Renhua all he needs to know. This isn't your average Pirate. He's a member of The Red Wing "Hmm. that Depends I think. I mean, as Pirate to pirate, I'd be happy to share...but, You're working with that League right? May need to sweeten the Pot if you get what I need"

[Zweanslord]

Chekto Ochre
Devotion: 4.

"Allow! Allos! Victor Glatitot here." Some static. "Did yas get ma last call? Got yas info, but so did all. Look, I'm interested. So I'm bidding. It started? Got yas some devouts ta help yas. Start low, right. Anybody else bidding? Tell ma if I'm outbid!"

Some details are transmitted. Bid: 1 Devotion, plus 1 Devotion escort, both for 1 turn.

"Confirm if ya got my bid. Also, answer ma question! What's system 15 to yas?"

[thorgrim29]

edit: So for anybody who doesn't follow the discord chat, I had a slight brain fart and included the messages I was answering in my post, thinking it would make it easier to follow. I didn't consider that my messages are pretty easy to read compared to the average. So I will be adding back the original spoiler and DEV ratings tags to keep the clarity, and if you read it due to my mistake please try to forget it. My bad

The Constantinopolian Commonwealth





A Video Broadcast Is Returned to Alara, The Pirate king Himself, Sitting in his Penthouse in Fallen Anchor.
The King was in his castle

"Hmm, Trying to play for Peace then Huh? Well, Sure thing, I suppose We can work something out. I'll even throw in a deal for you. Use Pirates need to..find some new Horizons if you might say. In terms of Infastructure we are lacking at the moment, So! I have A Simple Request! We wont expand north into neutral teritory. Section 47. All you need to do for us is..invest a bit. I heard this Exile Fellow wnated us to be a bit violent..perhaps you can use some of those resources of yours to invest in us instead?

An answer comes back, this time in the form of a written message.

Agreed, we will dedicate the production of one of our gigafactories to your needs, and ship it's output to you once a year, send either general guidelines or an itemized list to Linebarger at your earliest convenience. In exchange, you will refrain from expanding into our territory or raiding our forces and convoys. However, do feel free to wreck that malfunctioning concierge-bot calling itself the Vaknari residency's crap even if it means heading ''north'' a bit. (Offering to invest 1 ECO per turn basically)





Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

It greatly pleases me to see us both honour our mutual bond through history. The favour you offer will be gladly returned. However, none in the Principia League has the authority to give control of other members away. Should you wish to see member states as part of the Commonwealth, you would need to establish contact with them and negotiate, for I cannot do so on their behalf.

Considering the negotiation of the terms, as Ambassador to the League in the Constantinopolian Commonwealth, I will serve as your primary contact person and negotiater. I invite your negotiator on the League Ambassy in New Istanbul to further detail the terms of our agreement. Should you wish another location or another negotiator on behalf of the League, you need only request it.

I look forward to meeting the Commonwealth representative and further our relations and bond.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul


Answer:

Wonderful. By control your members we mean that we will consider this agreement binding for all members of the League as one polity, so we will see, for instance, piratical actions by the Eovian clans as a breach of this alliance. At this time we do not see need for trade outside of regular business between our two territories, should that change or is you have a suggestion we would of course be amenable to it.

Be advised that though we will try to prevent it we foresee hostilities with the Vaktari hotel chain as they are muscling in on neutral systems who have expressed interest in joining the Commonwealth... We may be going to war with a hotel, we truly live in interesting times... In any case, if we end up firing the first salvo you will not be required by the terms of our alliance to join in but support will be appreciated and well compensated





The encoded transmission is sent to the home addresses and secret boltholes of all three Triumvirs of the Commonwealth. There is no electronic record of where it came from, and yet its contents leave no doubt as to its origin. The voice on the recording - there is no video - is smooth and measured.

"Rest assured, we have no quarrel with your people. Humanity as a whole has proven useful in the past, and your nation in particular shows a great deal of promise. While we aren't interested in a formal alliance with the Commonwealth at this time, we would be happy to make concessions and arrangements of different sorts. First and foremost, we have no intentions of harming you or your people. Any borders that our polities share will remain undisturbed; feel free to expand in any direction you choose, provided it is not in ours. We hope that this offer of truce will be reciprocated.

Secondly, we may be willing to investigate, sabotage, or otherwise compromise any enemies you may have in the future, for the right price. Our services won't come cheap. However, despite the changes you mentioned, we have always guaranteed efficiency and results and those standards have not wavered.

If you're interested in discussing the matter further, do not hesitate to get in touch. There's no need to worry about a return address, simply send it over your leadership channels."

In exchange for non-aggression on both sides, Section 66 is willing to open up an arrangement of ESP services rendered for equivalent ECO or MIL.



Answer:

We are glad to hear this, and wish you much success in your fight, the sector is singularly lacking in reasonable adults at the moment. The Vaknari hotel has announced an expansion into the neutral system designated #2. We will try to dissuade this diplomatically since the population of this system has expressed interest in joining the Commonwealth as a protectorate and we would not want anybody to end up the slaves of a demented robot butler anyways, but should diplomacy fail we would be interested in seeing what your legendary clandestine operatives can do to disrupt their efforts while bolstering ours. We could pay in supplies or, if you prefer, we could redirect the research team working on stealth technology to a project of your choosing. In your professional opinion what should the magnitude of your involvement be?

Fairly self-explanatory, I want help expanding into #2 if the Vaknari don't back down. I'm offering to invest sci because it's less efficient at generating MIL than ECO but I'm willing either way



No answer to the techpriests but a few of Al-Rashid's aides now have a full-time job figuring out what their message meant.



The population of Raptura (system #2) has expressed interest in joining the Commonwealth as a protectorate. We would therefore ask that you refrain from setting up shop in that system. We must also inform you that attempts to get them to join you by force of arms will be considered an act of aggression against the Commonwealth and be dealt with accordingly

[Zweanslord]

Wyrm Coil
Devotion: 4.

May fortune bring delight to the Joyful Adarai,

Know that I find it a relief to know that my proposal is received so well, as well as knowing the Sated will recieve news of my words. So far fortune has favoured the Wyrm Coil, as our horizons have drastically expanded to a galactic scale. Such fortune continues with your a reply from the Tarkanum Sensoriate.

The words you give to the League honour us greatly and for that you have my appreciation. Such appreciation I also extend to your delightment to ratify accords. Allow me to, over the course of the coming days, take you or other representatives of the Tarkanum Sensoriate along the details of the proposed treaty from the League's side. Unfortunately I have to admit the League, due to its many members, suffers from bureaucracy. Amongst the peers of the Wyrm Coil, there are those whose rules are more complex than need be. In any case, I will do my utmost to guide you along the intent and details, as will fellow Disciples as necessary. I will soon contact you again to start with the details.

In the mean time, I return the well wishes of the best of fortune to you and the people of the Tarkanum Sensoriate.

As we look forward to fortune in our future I, the Wyvern Disciple, say goodbye until my next transmission.


Over the next days, weeks, there are multiple transmissions going back and forth between the Wyrm Coil of the League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate. The Wyvern Disciple wasn't joking when he said there was quite the bureaucracy going on, but he is ever patient in explaining the details to all who ask. Other Disciples are available to brief other officials and representatives of the Tarkanum Sensoriate and work through various details in the treaty covering the many governments of the League. In the end, the details can be summarised as follows.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate will take no hostile actions against one other.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever Principia League or the Tarkanum Sensoriate is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender.
Allied Victory: Both Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)


May fortune bring delight to the Joyful Adarai,

Over the past weeks I have informed yourself as well as others on Voth of the details of the proposed treaty between the League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate. If there is anything which is desired to be changed, please let me know and I will work on another proposal. Know that the terms are a proposal, only official once both of us agree. Please share with me your feelings regarding the proposed treaty, I certainly do look forward to it.

As we look forward to fortune in our future I, the Wyvern Disciple, say goodbye until your response.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Your given advice regarding the Commonwealth's plans is much appreciated. Considering the way you put it, I certainly agree we live in remarkable times. I fully understand that the Commonwealth would rather see neutral systems which have expressed interested to join the Commonwealth to not fall under the control of the Vaktani Permanent Residency. Good to know we are of one mind regarding the terms of alliance and aggression. Perhaps a peaceful resolution can be achieved. Do you wish for me to contact the Vaktani Permanent Residency as well and politely ask they refrain from acquiring System 2? In addition, I would like to inquire as to how the inhabitants of Sector 47 feel about the Commonwealth as far as you are aware.

Allow me to thank you for clarifying what you meant by control. I now understand what you mean and rest assured, it is understood that this agreement is binding for all League members. I will note that both our states have their share of criminals which deny the public authority and will not fall under such perviews. Specifically, I am talking about instances of smuggling across our borders which, despite best efforts, we have been unable to quell. In addition, there are former citizens of the League and the Commonwealth who have joined the United Pirate Clans, as well as other nations, whose actions cannot be taken responsibility for by either of us. I do believe this agreement will allow us to more easily exchange knowledge about criminals and reduce the crime rate.

In any case, I look forward to your representative, or representatives, within the League Ambassy in New Istanbul to complete the details of the agreement.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul


In the following months, there are several meetings in both the League Ambassy in New Istanbul as well as other political sites in the capitol of the Commonwealth to hedge out all the fine details of an agreement encompassing such broad governments, each with their own peculiarities. The League especially has a large bureaucracy, as many member states have their say on the text. It is by the expertise of the various diplomats, ambassadors and represntatives that this can be smoothed over in what is surprisingly reasonable time. Eventually, a first draft is shared from the League to the Commonwealth. The treaty is a long one, but it's terms can be summarised as follows.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will take no hostile actions against one other.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever Principia League or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender.
Allied Victory: Both Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)


Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

After long work of both our negotiators, the League has put forward the first draft regarding the terms of the alliance between the Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth. Is the proposed alliance treaty acceptable to the Constantiopolitan Commonwealth?

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul
Pending communication

Clan Inera is preparing a reaction to Astral Republics.
Eovian Pirates are preparing a reaction to the Pirates and the Cult Cortex.
The League is preparing a reaction to Section 66.

Arkian Network awaits response of the Vaktani Permanent Residency.
Chekto Ochre awaits response of U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.

[Writtensanity]

CORE 0X had taken one of his bodies to the main hall in order to see the responses from the other empires. Though there had been a lot of news coming out of the Vaktani Hotel Chain there hadn't a galaxy wide message yet. He waited in front of the screen, with his eyes connected to every service bot in the Vaktani chain.

"Unsubscribe"

"Joke Reviews"

A bot being twisted in a horrible way that made the rest of the collective glad they were't organics.

CORE 0X made a sound as close to a sigh as the network would.

"Well," he announced to the collective, "not everyone is on the side of progress."






Dear patrons of the Commonwealth! Thanks for letting us know about your interest in the Raptura (2) system! I understand there can be some issues when it comes to things like this but we'd love to let you know that any system negotiations from the systems that Vaktani invests are are completely voluntary by the systems. There would never be a hostile takeover. Any amount of partnership with the Vaktani would be completely their choice and we don't want to step onto their toes when it comes to their choices.




Absolutely! Observations like that are the reason that we reach out to the great minds in your systems in order to figure out the mysteries of the galaxy. On that note I would like to suggest an economic partnership with the people of your fantastic most empire. We are interested in some of your scientific advancements and how they can help make life in the galaxy better fr everyone! Please reach out us to let us know if you can work with us going forward.

- Excited, CORE 0X





Dear members of the Arkian Network, please include the beacon to the location of the ship in need of our assistance. When organic life is at stake we are always there to help. Point the way and we will be en-route.



AHOY! Esteemed crew and captains of the Principa Pirata, our purchase of the First Purchase [4] has made us rather close. We understand that many of you aren't the fondest of structure or law, but we believe we can be of benefit to you.

Scenic locales start playing as the background

Pirating is hard work and that's where Vaktani Permanent Residency can come in. All you need to do is hang up your hat and you can spend a lifetime in luxury. Not looking to relax just quite yet? Working with us is the best way to make sure that your future relaxation can be in style. Right now, all we need to know is whether you plan on doing anything with the battleships on the border of the Keidrick and Bek-Tala systems. We'd like to know before sending assets into the area for hotel negotiations!

Have a lovely day and yo-ho!

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

Matriachan Malan grinned at Zeiat's remark about surviving the paperwork. "I cherish moments with family, Zeiat, it keeps me going. That is why I cherish this moment as well." She offers him a warm smile. "I'm happy to hear it's no trouble to play with the children. They certainly enjoyed it." She shifts again to a more serious tone. "Good to hear you, as representative of the Astral Republics, am willing to see if open borders are possible. Unfortunately I will have to bother you with quite some paperwork soon. The League's bureaucracy is rather big, I'm afraid, but I'll do all I can to pave the way so it is easy for you. Allow me to send you a draft of the treaty allowing access. How do you want to do it on the end of the Astral Republics? As you can understand, the League requires some formality, but I don't know how it is on your end."

After getting the details about the Astral Republics bureaucracy, Matriarch Malan and Zeiat talk some more about recent events, both of Clan Inera and the Astral Republics, eventually going in more pleasant territory again. In the following days, the split personality of Ambassador Zeiat is send back to the Astral Republics to rejoin the many digital minds. A while later, a transmission is sent with long-winded terms for a treaty between the League and the Astral Republics, along with an audio message from Matriarch Malan.

"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."

"Hail Ambassador Zeiat. Thank you again for visiting us, I certainly look forward to your next visit. With this transmission you will find the draft of the treaty. I know it is rather long winded and includes some more terms than I initially spoke of. Some of my friends want to actively increase trade opportunities with you and your friends. As I said before, I want to help you with the bureaucracy, so I've added a summary of the terms. Some of my friends urged that the treaty be publicly announced, but if you desire otherwise, let me know and I'll talk to them. If there is anything else you wish to change or detail, don't hesitate to contact me, Zeiat! I want to see this work out. "

"Best of luck, Zeiat."

Following is a summary of the proposed terms of the treaty.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Astral Republics will take no hostile actions against one other.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Astral Republics, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the Principia League and the Astral Republics, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Public Treaty: The treaty between the Principia League and the Astral Republics will be publicly announced to show both have an interest in trade.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the treaty, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)Principia League
Devotion: 4.

If Technocrat Curat is impressed by the sight and what is said, he certainly is not letting it be apparant, as he keeps a calm posture while representing the League's interests. Some of the others on the line are not, but they've been wise enough to put their connection on mute, because otherwise this meeting would turn into chaos. Still, one thing does not need to be said to be known. A secure channel with all representatives of the League is simply not possible by ordinary means.

"Thank you for the information given, Director. I am glad that in the interest of transparency you are telling me whom you are extending agreements to. Know that members of the League are currently in contact with the Commonwealth as well, seeking to form an alliance. Similarly, we are in contact with the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Astral Republics. To my knowledge, a close colleague of mine has tried to establish contact with the Union, but has been unsuccesful so far. I fully understand your desire for self-authority and we respect it. As you are here to surpervise an unruly sector and extend a deal on behalf of Section 66, allow me to extend an offer from the end of the League. I will keep to a summary, with details to be worked out by subordinates."

"The League accepts a non-aggression pact between the League and Section 66. In addition, the League is willing to offer a one-sided trade agreement and open borders, allowing Section 66 unhindered access to the League's markets and trade, veil gates and borders. The League wishes to see order prosper and there are parties who are a clear danger to the galactic peace. Therefore, I will be extending aid from the League's diplomatic force to negotiate open border treaties with any faction for which neither of us are experiencing hostilities. Same as the offered deal from Section 66, this deal will be standing as long as no hostile action is taken against the League. Should either of us wish to dissolve the treaty, let either announce it and the treaty will end at the start of two calendar years later."

"Could you clarify what you mean by an agreement to leave System 15 alone? Is that on your end, our end, or both the League and Section 66? Beyond that, I hope the proposed terms in summary are acceptable."Pending communication

Eovian Pirates are preparing a reaction to the Pirates and the Cult Cortex.
Arkian Network is preparing a reaction to the Vaktani Permanent Residency.

Chekto Ochre awaits response of U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.
Wyrm Coil awaits response of Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Arusvar Republic awaits response of Constantiopolian Commonwealth.
Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic awaits any information regarding the theft of Archeotech.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 7


It begins as reports of unsettling dreams from the Pirate King Alziben's bodyguards. Whispers in the dark. A bright light that by all rights should be comforting, but is inexplicably not so. Some of the men are found sleepwalking, muttering under their breath. After six nights of this, Alziben wakes to three of his bodyguards standing at the foot of his opulent bed, decidedly asleep and yet reciting the same message in an eerie chorus.

Greetings, Alziben Vos Stolikrov, King of Pirates. I am the High Amygdala of the Cortex.

Despite us being neighbors, on a galactic scale, we have yet to correspond. Our apologies for the delay; we have been... otherwise occupied with more immediate threats.

Many do not truly understand us or our motivations. We do not seek the destruction of the universe; no, we wish to save it. The return of the Glorious Masters is inevitable. If we cooperate with them, hasten their return, and serve them with strength and great devotion, we will be rewarded as the Nascent Speaker has been. Should we oppose them, or should they return to find an uncooperative galaxy... It would be dire indeed. They would remake reality and all of us with it. That would be just, naturally, but why should the Masters need to go to such effort when we can be proactive in pleasing them? Why should trillions be unmade simply because we were recalcitrant in the face of the truth?

I will be blunt. We have few allies. Our numbers swell with each passing month, but the stellar empires scattered throughout our galaxy have largely rejected our message. We cannot afford to be in conflict with all.

You are strong and fierce, and will make for powerful servants when the Glorious Masters return. We do not wish to waste effort squabbling with you when there are greater threats to be dealt with. Already, the systems of [40] and [39] have begun to recognize the truth of our words, and [42] contains Agh-Nishbal, a planet of great holiness. So long as you do not claim these systems as your own, we have no objection to you expanding to [38], [43], [44], and [45].

If this is acceptable to you, we will take no hostile actions against you and yours, provided you do the same. In fact, any hostile action on your part towards the Prefecture Elucidae would be handsomely rewarded. Perhaps we will even offer your assistance should the Orkish Horde reach your systems.

I anticipate your response. However, while I mean no offense, we do not have a significant amount of faith in the security of any messages you send. Should this be amenable to you, you are free to send a representative to the Archway, to meet with me in person. Should you not have anyone available, we will dispatch the Executor to you to carry the conversation in my place.

The High Amygdala
She Who Shepherds the Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities

[n0ble]

Devotion 0

Barbarian,

If you desire a lesson in true strength, designate a neutral system and face me.

Killbot VIII


Formally declaring war on the Orks. Also inviting the Warboss to 1v1 Killbot VIII

[Zweanslord]

Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

The Ajun of the Diametric Rogues at the bar with the slick clothes takes a sip of the brandy and nods. "Sure. Chewz." He mentions to the barkeep.

Valuja is trembling a bit at the excitement of the game. Grumbling at the mention of the heart of the cards, she sends her Dark Magician Girl card to attack the enemy. "Psh, if you believe in either hell or dead walking. But if it's going to be a hot spot between us, we better be careful when flying through. Still hope those Vaktani won't get to it."

Renuha looks at the member of The Red Wing for a while. From a hand behind his back he passes something to a front hand and slides over some credits over the table, enough to buy plenty of brandy. Holding his hand on the credits, Renuha carefully choses his wirds. "If you can point me to the right contact with intel. Or more if you have the intel." He then hushes his voice, clearly not intent on everybody here knowing what he's after, even though it's plain obvious. "The Arusvar heist." It's the same thing the one in slick clothes loudly asked of the barkeep, the theft of the Archeotech from the Arusvar Republic. But possibly, Renuha is asking a better person now.
This is not an actual replied broadcast, but a scene happening in response to the previous sent message. The scene can be considered knowledge by the Cortex of the Forgotten and any spies, because well, the Eovian pirates aren't known for their dislike of rumours.

"Say what?" Pirate Captain Ionalium, the de facto leader of the Eovian Pirates, a ragtag bunch of Ajun pirates in the Iux system. At her ship she receives word from another, older, pirate. "S'is true, c'pt'n. Three un's b'dead, carved'p in t'intestines." Scratching her head, Ionalium looks as if the other pirate is joking. "You're joking right, Simun?" "No c'pt'n! I w'ld na'h dare!" A moment of silence. "'Kuy! I w'lda dare'd, but na'h now! Th's be just cr'zha." "They have words cut up in their intestines? After they were killed?" "Nah c'pt'n, while th'y w're murder'd! 'nd with't going through the skin or flesh!"

There's a moment of pause. "Okay." More pause. "Don't.. don't tell me the message again. Just show it to me." Simun goes to a screen and shows the message.


Captain Ionalium. I imagine there is no love lost between your patchwork league and those of us who have recognized the inevitable return of the Masters, but I would ask that you - and any others capable of procuring access to this message - cease referring to us as a cult. We are nothing of the sort; our members come willingly and are free to leave as they wish. That they chose not to do so matters not. Furthermore, questioning and dissent are encouraged, as long as we recognize the ultimate existence of the Glorious Masters and agree that their return is unavoidable.

Regardless, to refer to us as such is impolite. Trust me when I tell you that you would rather not have the Speaker as your adversary. When discussing representatives of higher powers, a little respect goes a long way.

Finally, do not rely on us stopping the Orkish horde. We will not fight your battles for you. Ignore them at your own peril.

I do not expect nor want a response. I will take great pleasure in liquefying any envoys you send in return.

Respectfully,

The High Amygdala
She Who Shepherds The Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities

"This is a joke." Pirate Captain Ionalium complains. "No, worse. This is.." "Cr'zha." "Right. I mean, seriously. This is those fanatics worshopping some psionic ghost, right?" Simun ponders for a moment. "M'nst'r." Pirate Cpatain Ionalium shrugs. "Whatever. They're really sending me this message? What have I ever done to them?" Simun coughs, which gets a stare from Pirate Captain Ionalium who waves with one of her arms for Simun to speak up. "Yuh call'd um a cult two days ago? And the day before that?" Shaking her head, Pirate Captain Ionalium is not denying it but rather trying to shake of the stupidity of the situation as slumps down a bit. "Sure, but so does basically the whole galaxy." To this, Simun simply nods in acknowledgement.

"Also, what is that about the Orkish horde? Did we expect them to fight the cult?" Simun coughs again. "Okay, so we did two days ago. That's just natural. Two crazies who want to fight should go fight another. I don't even get why they think we'd send a response. We didn't even message them in the first place! Anything like this happened elsewhere in the League?" Simun shuffles with his four feet. "N't ex'ctly.." Pirate Captain Ionalium stares. "'kay, so th'y k'nd of recr'ted new c'lt'st." Simun shrugs, as if that's kind of unavoidable. Pirate Captain Ionalium slumps a bit deeper, but nods.

"S'...n'w wha?" Simun tries. "Nothing. If this Amygdala truly thinks our word will change how the galaxy refers them, then Amygdala is a [CENSORED]. I don't want to deal with them, they don't want to deal with us, let's keep it that way."
Arkian Network
Devotion: 4.

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Start message.
To: The Vaktani Permanent Residency.
From: Ark # 4.
Critical Information: Arkian Network Location.
Assistance confirmation received. Arkian Network estimated chances of success rising. Sharing location. Arkian Network at Ztar system (18) at attached coordinates. All Arks require assistance. Requesting estimated time of arrival and knowledge of assistance type given.
End Message.Pending communication

Chekto Ochre awaits response of U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.
Wyrm Coil awaits response of Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Arusvar Republic awaits response of Constantiopolian Commonwealth.
Clan Inera awaits response of the Astral Republics.
Principia League awaits response of Section 66.
Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic awaits any information regarding the theft of Archeotech.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



Marvelous, truly! While I obviously cannot commit our resident geniuses for the longer term, I do dearly hope this marks the beginning of a long and prosperous relationship.

-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics



Zeiat laughs a little at the mention of the Republics' bureaucracy. "Oh truly I don't even know half the time. You start out trying to make things as simple and voluntary as possible, and then you have the backroom dealers and the very scary people standing by the door to make it actually all work and make sure no tries to push things too far. It would give a lawyer an aneurysm, I'm sure-that's what part of the point, really."

Rubbing his eyes (or, well, the holographic representations of his optical sensors. Vestigial reflexes are fun), he continued "Technically speaking we already have wholly open borders, at least for civilians-and we're still going to need a bit of negotiation before you can send combat vessels through Fortean, sorry-but I can push for a guarantee of safe travel and security of information. We'll put it to a public debate and general referendum, and it doesn't seem like anything that should be too controversial. Just keep some of your zanier members from burning anyone at the stake for a little while? No secret police? 'We can't argue with these tyrannical oppressors' is always a pain to argue against."

Some time later, after a smooth reintegration Zeiat sends a short missive back saying those terms shouldn't be an issue, given a few months to get the more important working groups on board.

The Republics await a response from the Plutarchy of Urruk

[GameOfChampions]

The Orks

Dev 4

Wait your turn for war robotic mongrel. We will come for you before the end when our Warboss is not busy with real prey for the horde. Your cybernetic monstrosity won't make good eating when we tear it apart.

[n0ble]

Dev. 0


Barbarians,

That your leader does not speak for themselves is proof enough of their cowardice. We eagerly await your invasion, should it survive to reach The Homeland. May you find glorious battle in the interim.

Killbot VIII

Dev. 6
Chekto Orche

One of Many,

Bid of [1devotion, plus 1 devotion for escort] noted. We are currently at an impasse with regards to system 15. The Penultimate-Archo-median claims an interregnum on the monopolization of the system's resources for [3 turns]. What do you intend for [space 15]?

S66

We have yet to receive your declaration or negation of an alliance. Why?

[bc56]

"The Plutarchy of Urruk

Dev 6
"We apologise, but we will be unable to continue this line of business at this moment. Perhaps discussions can be reopened at a later juncture, but for now, the interruption caused by this "Pirate King" has rendered the deal unfeasible. We wish you well in your upcoming endeavors."
The message ends. The Council of Seven seems genuinely disappointed at this turn of events.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]


That's...lets just go with regrettable, in case any children are listening.

I'm sure we have better things to do at the moment, but a more private meeting next year to figure out alternate terms?
-Raeka

[Zweanslord]

Chekto Ochre
Devotion: 4.

Kksschh. Static. The image is even more blurry before as static waves pass through. "Huh. Inter-what? Hald an." There's a moment of silence and in a hushed voice the following can be heard. "Whas interregnum mean?" "Huh yas dant knows?" "Yas over thars, whas interregnum mean?" "Uh-huh." "A'm talkins, hurries." "Whas!? Sands!" Another moment of silence, then some coughing.

"Akay. I did not knows. Thanks for confirming bid. Let ma know if yas got a higher bid!" There's some muttering. "Anyways, I was planning to invite thas peoples of system 15 to tha League. And see if they got tech. But this changes thangs." Some ponderous mutterings. "I don't want boom here yas knows. We gats plantah of thas. Look see, I dan't wanta mess with Section 66. Nor with yas."

"But.. I das wants ta mess with some others. Yas do too! I heard thas. Yas want ta mess with the blasted Orks! But thas far. I make offer to yas. We agree to non-aggression. I talk to thas athars. I get yas free passage through thas Veil Gates of thas League to fight Orks. May not ba enough, but is starts, raight? Raight! How's tha sound?"Pending communication

Clan Inera is preparing a response to the Astral Republics.

Wyrm Coil awaits response of Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Arusvar Republic awaits response of Constantinopolan Commonwealth.
Principia League awaits response of Section 66.
Arkian Network awaits response of Vaktani Permanent Residency.
Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic awaits any information regarding the theft of Archeotech.

[Shadowflick]

Upon closer Examination. Whatever on the bed was certainly not the Pirate King. No, it seems it's just a mass of pillows

The Door to his Bedroom Shuts, And Alziben Standing with a hand over his eye, his outfit what he wore to sleep with. "Hmm. Send him. My Captains Are to Valuable to lose. But, I would Implore ye to not call me a servant. It may go poorley for ye if ya do..








The Slithering squid like creature squirms in the mouht of the pirate as he drinks, but once he swallows it, it seems to dies. It taste a bit ssalty, but besides that, not bad

The Grey winces for a moment as the magician girl attacks..but then laughs as he flips up his face down defensive monster Man Eating bug! The Dark Magician Girlis destroyed! "Gonna need to do better then that!"

The Red Wing captin takes the credit's in hand, looking over each of them slowly as he stuffs it into his jacket. He takes out a small datapad, not ulike those you would buy at your usual spacew station "Hmm. lets see. I heard about that one. Made you guys start working with them league folks. Pennence company or whatever. Sadly, I dont think those Specific Pirates might be part of the united clans. Were still letting out the call to see who comes...but some are a bit too stubborn to understand what were trying to do here. Then again, seeing as you joined the league instead of us, I assume you know some of the benefits of getting allies."





A Short reply is sent back!

"Hmm..I suppose that can work. Consider it done!"

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."

"Hail Ambassador Zeiat. I'm happy to have received your last missive and hope we'll make good progress to get the treaty ratified before the year's end. When complete, I invite you and friends of yours to visit Luvos to celebrate."

OOC: As treaties take a turn to ratify, Matriarch Malan suggests to publicly announce it in a celebratory post at the start of next turn.

"Zeiat, there's something else I want to suggest." There's a short ruffling sound. "One of my friends proposed it and insisted I suggest it to you. I don't know how you or your friends feel about it, but my friend proposed a sponsorship of the Astral Republics' expansion on two conditions. The first being that any Archeotech found as a result of the expension is given to the League and the second is that the expansion does not result in conflict with the Tarkanum Sensoriate."

A soft sigh. "I know it's serious business again. I already told my friend you or your friends may decline the proposal and such expansion may not yield Archeotech, but that's understood." A short pause. "I don't want to bother you with negotiations if you're not interested, so please tell me, what do you think?"Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

As the slick clothed Ajun enjoys the slithering kraken bite, Veluja is tense. "No! Stupid bug! I'll get you next time. Your turn." Veluja looks annoyed at the Grey opponent, though it's clear she's more excited about the game and it's outcome than any harsh feelings.

Renuha fakes not being tense. Compared to the crew member of The Red Wing, he and the Diametric Rogues are just small fry. Calmly leaning back, he only gives a short nod as he acknowledges the benefit of allies. Devoting a lot of attention to what is said, Renuha winces momentarily as he hears there is no clear hint here either. Trying not to further show such feelings, leans in again. "Understood. Say." Carefully, he speaks. Hushed. "Another deal then." Turned to the Red Wing captain with a strict posture, Renuha tries to use his size to gain an edge in the conversation or to compensate for his anxiety. "Technology, specific technology. Of the Arco-Medeans. For payment." Renuha takes on a poker face, though a foot in the back shifts. "You acquire it, no questions asked. But. Not from the League or the Commonwealth." Renuha remains silent, trying to judge how the proposal is recieved.Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno
Devotion: 4.

To the Wise Magisters of the Prefecture Elucidae,

I ask for your counsel in these turbulent times. Twenty three years ago the Arco-Medeans have ascended from this galaxy and while the Principia Sector adapted, but trouble stirs with the broadcast of Nefarious, pressuring all to act. So I act to contact the Prefecture Elucidae. I ask for a parcel of wisdom, words of foresight. You, who lived in harmony with the Arco-Medeans and whose technological marvel is without compare. I seek answers and I would ask you to help me along. What happened to the Arco-Medeans? What did ascencion mean for them? I cannot help but wonder and thus turn to you for insight. Insight in what happened and perhaps, point me to hints of what remains of them, their legacy in the form of Archeotech, to witness their advances and learn what steps they took, what journey they followed. Please, share with me your understanding and acuity.

Hallowed be the light of stars,
Arch-Bishop Ivandrius Dux RaiundraxPending communication

Wyrm Coil awaits response of Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Arusvar Republic awaits response of Constantinopolan Commonwealth.
Principia League awaits response of Section 66.
Arkian Network awaits response of Vaktani Permanent Residency.
Clan Inera awaits a response of the Astral Republics.
Chekto Ochre awaits response of U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.
Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic awaits any information regarding the theft of Archeotech.

[3SecondCultist]

The Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 5

To my new friend, Wyvern Disciple,

It is with the deepest well wishes that this missive finds its way into your possession. The treaty terms that you have sent to Voth and the rest of the Sensoriate have taken root. Already, the people of our systems clamor for an alliance - we will see you at the signing table! While we have a few very minor modifications for you to check over, know that you have made the Joyous truly live up to their namesake this year. This represents a truly galactic opportunity for both of us, one I hope that all of our people will share the profits of in years to come.

We hope to meet with you soon to discuss the terms of our alliance. If it is possible, I would love to bring some of my kin to visit the vast and varied worlds of the League. The ascarii are always on the lookout for new sources of inspiration to try in our grand experiment back home. Until then, we here on Voth bid you farewell.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai


The joy of Adarai once the talks begin cannot be contained within words. The worms know a better language for such emotions than is possible to transcribe to text, and that energy is palpable among all of its hosts throughout the negotiation. Its own foreign office coordinates quite well with the Wyverns of the League, and before long the alliance treaty that is hammered out between the two powers comes to light. There are a few slight modifications to be made before such a document can be ratified, of course, but these are minor quibbles in the face of such a prosperous pairing.

Non-Aggression: Add in a clause about "covertly or overtly", as well as "attacks through intermediaries".
Trade Agreement: Unchanged.
Open Borders: Unchanged.
Alliance: Add in a clause, "or the attack was made by another ally of one of the two parties."
Allied Victory: Unchanged.
Public Treaty: Unchanged.
Departure: Unchanged.
Dearest Ambassador, you have no idea how happy this makes us! Should this arrangement be advantageous to all of us - which we concede is looking quite likely - then we here on Voth would be so delighted to host a delegation from the Republic at some point in the near future, to potentially deepen our partnership. Have you ever been to the Garden World? If I may say so myself, it is one of the finest destination locales in the entire sector.

For now, suffice it to say that the Joyous are more than satisfied at your decency and sense of fair play. We do not expect this to be an ongoing transaction, but we are pleased nonetheless at the result. We also

Contentedly yours,

- Tamodred

So the trade-off is 1 point of SCI for 1 point of ESP for 1 turn, and they are planning on taking [25] while leaving you to expand into [24] and other neighboring systems if you want.

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 7

A series of chrome orbs less than two inches across soar across the sector, heedless of shields, boundaries, or conventions. There are 46 of them in all, each one identically immaculate. One for each star. They make their way unerringly to the feet of various leaders, regardless of position or defense mechanism. But they bear no weapons, only a singular missive spoken in thundering tones.

"In a system of predetermined ends, dissimulation and prevarication are the Prerogative of the Lost. The Ancients saw the universe as it was, not what they wanted it to be. Their will was brought upon the Prince-Stars by Right of Iron. Although we are not them - and have never pretended to be, despite what False Prophets may have proclaimed - we witnessed their example and have hoped to follow it. We speak in Truths now.

Here at the Canticle, we put our faith in the rational methods, those laid down by the Lexicanum Mechanica at the beginning of time itself. These precepts are self-evident, and exist independently of belief. We hold no distinctions between Aspirants and Magisters, between the Priest-Forgers of my own order and the Astrum Seekers who scour distant worlds for signs of new life. Progress in can be achieved only through understanding. This is our creed, and all those who would oppose it challenge the very foundations of reality itself. As elements of reality challenging itself is considered to be paradoxical, we of the Prefecture Elucidae are forced to take action.

After due consideration of Collegia Ultra's findings and communications with one Nascent Speaker of the Limbyx system, the Prefecture Elucidae hereby brands the Cortex of the Forgotten to be Arch-Heretics and Enemies of the Universe. Their ships, holdings, members, and name we decry. We will oppose them at all cost, and urge all rational and moral beings to do the same. We would contend that are as dangerous to existence even as the rampaging Orks of that eponymous world, for evil has no more wicked form than under a righteous guise, and what else does the Speaker promise but salvation? Although we dare not compromise the works of the Ancients, it would be our privilege to share our understandings of these Machines with the rest of the galaxy in exchange for the Cortex's swift destruction.

When the time comes, know that the other Aspirants and I will take no satisfaction in your Scourging. But we are Collegia Ordinatum, and ours is to rain hell."

- Paraxus, Magister of Fury

When each orb has finished its recording, the construct seems to implode, collapsing in on itself until absolutely nothing but a memory remains.

Consider this message an official declaration of war from Prefecture Elucidae on the Cortex. Enclosed is also an open offer to join forces against the Cortex.
The figure that appears before Core 0X does so not minutes after the reply has been sent. Gears click and whirl over stained dark green robes, a filigreed mask of gold and titanium with reflective red lenses and a re-breather for foreign environments. There are nine arms in total, all of which are metal and several of which are already moving to parcel out documents. Exactly where the figure arrived from is not clear.

"There is yet wisdom to those who scrabble in the dark. For all of your ignorance, we were as you are in the beginning. The Lexicanum Mechanica speaks of aiding others in need: you may yet come to see the Great Work. But there is no room for hesitation while on the edge of a precipice, or at the bottom of a climb. You will fall or rise according to your mettle. The Ancients were thus. We helped them, and so they ascended. In the future, we too will see a Triumph of our own, but it is not yet our time. Perhaps you will come first.

By now, Vaktani and the rest of the Prince-Stars will know of our quarrel with the Cortex. They are the worst kind of enemy, threatening the sanctity of reality itself. If the Prefecture is to truly embark on this partnership, we would appreciate assurances that their stain was wiped out forever. The aid that your enterprise can offer might be economic, or it might well be power of a different sort. In exchange, we will offer our cooperation and the sharing of our resources and knowledge with you. We would also require that you provide protection of a different sort, acting as a buffer between us and other less inclined parties. This can be done by taking [2], an expansion that we hope will prove logical to you."

Basically, the envoy is willing to offer a trade: in exchange for open support against the Cortex (put them on a ban list?), the Prefecture will make a deal of 1 temporary SCI per turn for 10 turns. They're also willing to let you take Territory 2 on the sector map, which will prevent anyone else from attacking them while you consolidate your alliance.

Section 66

Devotion 5

Idrian nods slowly at the proposed terms, the slightest hint of a smile touching his lips before it disappears.

"Those additions are quite promising, but it would almost be too generous of us to accept such a bargain, considering that the metric of hostility is relative for most other groups. Section 66 has yet to determine which side of most conflicts we will see ourselves on, with the exception of yourselves and perhaps the Commonwealth. The Sensoriate might seem promising, but we do not yet trust these new... ascarii. Who you forge an alliance with on your other borders is, of course, your prerogative, but we will not be entering into an agreement with the worms, or with the Astral Republic as of yet. Both factions are unknowns whose actions we will be monitoring closely."

"As far as an agreement regarding [15] is concerned, my team and I have spent the last week drafting a plan that I hope will be to our mutual benefit. We will be sharing this treaty with the Union as well, in the hope that all three parties can remain copacetic." The attachment that pops up on the screens of all of the League members simultaneously displays the terms of the territory agreement. "Should you and the Union agree to these terms, we will make sure that copies are signed and distributed right away."

We, ______, hereby agree to abstain from making any advancements on [Territory 15], both overt or covertly, for a time of at least 3 galactic years. During this time, the sovereign peoples of [15] will be allowed to conduct their business without interference from any of our affiliates, allies, or other partners. As members of ______, we understand that the penalties for breaching this contract may include economic sanctions and military consequences.

______ is also willing to make this agreement public to the rest of the sector, as a show of goodwill. This agreement will be sent to all parties as a display of unity, and to ensure that if this treaty is broken, the rest of the galaxy will recognize the party in question to have been dealing in bad faith.
"My apologies for the delay," replies a very different sounding voice. This one has none of the bite of the former. "Section 66 has been working on a solution for [15] that benefits all parties, seeing as neither your Union nor our agency are the only parties interested in its acquisition. We will be making sure that the Principia League also signs it, to make sure that [15] remains neutral for the time being. We will make sure to send it over for your reading perusal. Should you agree to the terms, we can make the signing official and ratify them immediately."

We, ______, hereby agree to abstain from making any advancements on [Territory 15], both overt or covertly, for a time of at least 3 galactic years. During this time, the sovereign peoples of [15] will be allowed to conduct their business without interference from any of our affiliates, allies, or other partners. As members of ______, we understand that the penalties for breaching this contract may include economic sanctions and military consequences.

______ is also willing to make this agreement public to the rest of the sector, as a show of goodwill. This agreement will be sent to all parties as a display of unity, and to ensure that if this treaty is broken, the rest of the galaxy will recognize the party in question to have been dealing in bad faith.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

The message is delivered by courier to all the major galactic contenders. The Cortex is seemingly done with theatrics.

I will not mince words. The Prefecture sit in their system and produce nothing but meaningless conjunctures. They hoard secrets and relics in order to justify their sense of superiority, feeding the rest of us condescending scraps.

They see themselves as the arbiters of truth and justice. I stand as a living testament to the fact that it is not so. The power I wield - the power of the Masters - cannot be denied.

That power is yours, should you act. Crush the Prefecture. Obliterate them and their workings, and wield the might of the Cortex. You may keep their trinkets and their territory, we care not.

They have no place in this galaxy. Show them that they are as much relics as the archeotech they worship.

The Nascent Speaker
He Who May Commune
Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality

The Cortex of the Forgotten is, quite obviously, pissed. They are offering the following to any who permanently eliminate the Prefecture Elucidae:


25 points of temporary psionics, to be delivered over several turns (as long as there is no immediate existential threat the Cortex, it will be as much as they are capable of providing starting the turn the Prefecture is destroyed)
A guarantee that the Cortex will not make any hostile action towards you, so long as that courtesy is returned.
Should you be attacked by a faction that would attack using psionics, the Cortex will act to counterract and neutralize the psionic aspect of the threat.
Should the Prefecture somehow survive their destruction, the terms of this deal will be void until they are completely eradicated. Should you not make an attempt to rectify this, the Cortex expects compensation for the temporary points of psionics given.



Devotion 7


Along the bottom of the copy delivered to the United Pirate Clans of Principa is a shorter message: My apologies, but the Executor will be rather preoccupied this year. I hope you do understand. We strongly encourage you to take us up on the deal we proposed to the galaxy. Crush the Prefecture and secure our gratitude, assistance, and defense against the Orks.

[Zweanslord]

The League
Devotion: 4.

As the terms are broadcasted to the members of the League, Technocrat Curat's black eyes move sideways, darting from left to right. After some moments, the eyes turn back to the camera.

"These terms sound good, but please define associates and affiliates. Through our extended network one can count all factions as associated after all. We will not take responsibility for those which our citizens merely communicate with or trade with."

"In addition, we can only agree if the Union does too, though that should be a given. While the term is agreeable I do wonder what your purpose is behind it, as this is but a three year delay of the discussion regarding the system."

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]


That sounds perfectly acceptable to our ears



A public announcement sounds perfectly lovely to me. I should have everything neatly tied up and agreed upon on our end by then, anyway.

As for your other proposal...that-well, it could very well work! It depends on the degree of sponsorship you have in mind, truthfully. The avoiding conflict isn't much of an issue at all at the moment, really. The archaotect on the other hand-well, I'm sure you know it's really quite valuable stuff.

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"I'm happy to hear the arrangements are going well on your end, Zeiat. I just got a transmission that our borders to Sector 15 may be closed off while they remain neutral, unless it is to aid the League, but I doubt that should be a problem to you, given the distance."

"As for the archeotech, my friend does realise it's valuable stuff, but there is a chance that when you expand there is nothing to be found, which means you would just keep what was given during the sponsorship. I talked and attached to this transmission you will find what the offer regarding payment is. I included the starting amount of the negotiation, but also included the final amount offered. I know my friend would want me to properly negotiate and all, with back and forth, but I feel that is unneeded. Should the found archeotech be of particularly high grade, there's a greater reward. I know it may look like a bit of a weird offer, because well, it's pretty much a golddigger's chance besides a sponsorship, but I'm hoping that isn't an issue."

For each system expanded into, offering the use of 2 the League's stats this year (this turn), to sponsor the Astral Republics and for the League to gain ownership of any Archeotech found in the system. The deal is off for a particular system if the expansion leads to conflict with the Tarkanum Sensoriate. Should no Archeotech be found, the League still pays sponsorship. Should Archeotech of Tier 3 or 4 be found, the League will offer the use of an additional stat next year to the Astral Republics.

The League is willing to negotiate for this to be 3 of the League's stats this year for each system expanded into. The stats can be chosen by the Astral Republics, as long as they are available and not already part of another negotiation. Please note that these stats cannot be used to aid the expansion, as the League is not adjacent to the Astral Republics.

Assumption is that the Astral Republics can only expand into system 24, 25 and 27, so the offer is only for those systems. The offer is only applicable if the open borders are accepted.

This deal must be confirmed, with preferred stats stated, before 4-11-2018 19:00 GMT+1, due to EoT writing.Wyrm Coil
Devotion: 4.

As negotiations between the the Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate make great progress, the joy of the ascarri is contagious. The Wyvern Disciple seems to be getting happier at each meeting. He offers to act as guide to the Joyous to visit the varied worlds of the League when the open borders are in effect. The terms are modified as requested, though the League does add one additional point, namely "System 15 Neutrality". The other terms are updated as requested, marked in italics.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate will take no hostile actions, covertly or overtly, against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever Principia League or the Tarkanum Sensoriate is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of the Principia League or the Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Allied Victory: Both Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)
System 15 Neutrality: For as long as System 15 remains neutral, the Tarkanum Sensoriate will not interfere with the system unless it is to aid a call of the Principia League.


May fortune bring delight to the Joyful Adarai,

Our negotiations are going well. I do hope the additional term given will be of no issue. I suggest we celebrate the happy event of our union at the start of next year when the treaty is ratified, at a location of the Tarkanum Sensoriate's choosing.

In addition, I have a happy offer to make! With this fortuous alliance, new opportunities open up. On behalf of the League, I am willing to offer assistance to the Tarkanum Sensoriate's expansion, on two conditions. First is that the expansion does not result in conflict with the Astral Republics and second is that the League gains ownership of any Archeotech found. Should no Archeotech be found, have no worries, the sponsorship would still stand with delight. If the find is of particularly great value, the League will reward you in the coming year as well. Find alongside my transmission the exact details of this offer. Please bring me cheer by a response of yours.

As we look forward to fortune in our future I, the Wyvern Disciple, say goodbye until my next transmission.

For each system expanded into, offering the use of 2 the League's stats this year (this turn), to assist the Tarkanum Sensoriate and for the League to gain ownership of any Archeotech found in the system. The deal is off for a particular system if the expansion leads to conflict with the Astral Republics. Should no Archeotech be found, the League still pays for the asstaince. Should Archeotech of Tier 3 or 4 be found, the League will offer the use of an additional stat next year to the Tarkanum Sensoriate. The stats can be chosen by the Tarkanum Sensoriate, as long as they are available and not already part of another negotiation.

Assumption is that the Tarkanum Sensoriate can only expand into system 24 and 25, so the offer is only for those systems. The offer is only applicable if the alliance is accepted.

This deal must be confirmed, with preferred stats stated, before 4-11-2018 19:00 GMT+1, due to EoT writing.
OOC: As treaties take a turn to ratify, the Wyvern Disciple suggests to publicly announce the alliance in a celebratory post at the start of next turn.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

As there is no direct response from the Triumvate for a while, the negotiators work out some additional details of the terms. They also add an additional term, "System 15 Neutrality". The terms can be summarised as follows, with changes being marked in italic.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will take no hostile actions against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever Principia League or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of the Principia League or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth.
Allied Victory: Both Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)
System 15 Neutrality: For as long as System 15 remains neutral, the Constantinopolan Commonwealth will not interfere with the system unless it is to aid a call of the Principia League.


Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Work on the treaty has continued and now the League has put forward a second draft regarding the terms of the alliance between the Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth. Is the proposed alliance treaty acceptable to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth? If it is, I propose a celebration at the start of next year to announce the alliance publicly.

In addition, I have another offer to extend to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth in the face of our progressing negotiations. On behalf of the League I am willing to offer assistance to the expansion of the Cosntantinopolitan Commonwealth, under two conditions. The first condition is that the expansion does not result into conflict with the Vaktani Permanent Residency. The second condition is that any Archeotech found during this expansion will be transferred to the League. I acknowledge that no Archeotech may be found and in such a case, assistance will still be provided. I also acknowledge Archeotech may be valuable, so if the found Archeotech is of specificly high value, the League will offer an additional reward in the next year. The exact details of this offer will be sent after this transmissions. I hope you will look at it and return to me whether you find it acceptable.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul

For each system expanded into, offering the use of 2 the League's stats this year (this turn), to assist the Constantinopolan Commonwealth and for the League to gain ownership of any Archeotech found in the system. Should no Archeotech be found, the League still pays for the asstaince. Should Archeotech of Tier 3 or 4 be found, the League will offer the use of an additional stat next year to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth. The stats can be chosen by the Commonwealth, as long as they are available and not already part of another negotiation.

Assumption is that the Commonwealth can only expand into system 2 and 47, so the offer is only for those systems. The offer is only applicable if the Allliance accepted.

This deal must be confirmed, with preferred stats stated, before 4-11-2018 19:00 GMT+1, due to EoT writing.
OOC: As treaties take a turn to ratify, Ambassador Miumay suggests to publicly announce the alliance in a celebratory post at the start of next turn.Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

Continued from previous post.

Renuha starts to shift more with the feet, facing the Red Wing captain. Breathing more harshly, tension is rising as he waits for a response. Eventually he caves and speaks more, the poker face showing a visible crack as Renuha's head inclines with worry. "Alright. You want details. Here."" Renuha pulls out a small datapad face down and with a trembling hand slides it over the table to the captain.

The use of 1 stat of choice, this year, if Archeotech can be garantueed to be delivered at the end of this year. Another use of 3 stats of choice next year if it is actually delivered.

The datapad also shows a second offer, one with a gamble. The use of 1 stat of choice this year per system expanded into in exchange for whatever Archeotech is found. If the expansion brings conflict with the Constantinopolan Commonwealth, the deal is off for that system. If no Archeotech is found, too bad for the Eovian Pirates. For each Archeotech given of Tier 3-4, another 1 stat of choice per Archeotech next year. Assumption is that the Pirate Clans can only expand into system 43, 45 and 47, so the offer is only for those systems.

Only stats possessed by the League may be chosen and only those still available after all other agreements, the pirates come last. Please note that these stats cannot be used to aid the expansion, as the League is not adjacent to the Pirate Clans.

One of these offers must be confirmed, with stats in order of preference, before 4-11-2018 19:00 GMT+1, due to EoT writing.
A small and nimble spacecraft without designation other than Steel Jet arrives in the Xenarion star system and broadcasts an audio message.

"'ello bright and fine scholars, university people! This is Muvah! Just flying 'round these parts with a simple question for you bright lot. Hope you can help! Say, do you smart peoples know of the Arusvar heist? You know, the one where the finest of tech, Archeotech, or at least one of those, was stolen from Arusvar? Know anythin' about where to find it? 'cause I heard you may know something. I'd like to see the Archeotech back, you see. In the right hands, you know, not in any, you know, hands of enemies. Protect fine knowledge, gadgets and tech you know. I'm just a fair and honest person like that. Working for the benefit of the galaxy, that's me, Muvah! So, can you intellectuals help me?"
Pending Communication

Arkian Network awaits response of Vaktani Permanent Residency.
Chekto Ochre awaits response of U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.
Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno awaits response of Prefecture Elucidae.
Principia League awaits response of Section 66.
Investigator Shajera of the Arusvar Republic awaits any information regarding the theft of Archeotech.

[thorgrim29]

The Commonwealth

Message to the Principia League

As there is no direct response from the Triumvate for a while, the negotiators work out some additional details of the terms. They also add an additional term, "System 15 Neutrality". The terms can be summarised as follows, with changes being marked in italic.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will take no hostile actions against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever Principia League or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of the Principia League or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth.
Allied Victory: Both Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)
System 15 Neutrality: For as long as System 15 remains neutral, the Constantinopolan Commonwealth will not interfere with the system unless it is to aid a call of the Principia League.


Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Work on the treaty has continued and now the League has put forward a second draft regarding the terms of the alliance between the Principia League and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth. Is the proposed alliance treaty acceptable to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth? If it is, I propose a celebration at the start of next year to announce the alliance publicly.

In addition, I have another offer to extend to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth in the face of our progressing negotiations. On behalf of the League I am willing to offer assistance to the expansion of the Cosntantinopolitan Commonwealth, under two conditions. The first condition is that the expansion does not result into conflict with the Vaktani Permanent Residency. The second condition is that any Archeotech found during this expansion will be transferred to the League. I acknowledge that no Archeotech may be found and in such a case, assistance will still be provided. I also acknowledge Archeotech may be valuable, so if the found Archeotech is of specificly high value, the League will offer an additional reward in the next year. The exact details of this offer will be sent after this transmissions. I hope you will look at it and return to me whether you find it acceptable.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul

For each system expanded into, offering the use of 2 the League's stats this year (this turn), to assist the Constantinopolan Commonwealth and for the League to gain ownership of any Archeotech found in the system. Should no Archeotech be found, the League still pays for the asstaince. Should Archeotech of Tier 3 or 4 be found, the League will offer the use of an additional stat next year to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth. The stats can be chosen by the Commonwealth, as long as they are available and not already part of another negotiation.

Assumption is that the Commonwealth can only expand into system 2 and 47, so the offer is only for those systems. The offer is only applicable if the Allliance accepted.

This deal must be confirmed, with preferred stats stated, before 4-11-2018 19:00 GMT+1, due to EoT writing.
OOC: As treaties take a turn to ratify, Ambassador Miumay suggests to publicly announce the alliance in a celebratory post at the start of next turn.

Response, DEV 2

The terms of the treaty are acceptable to us. We are looking forward to a joint declaration and ceremonial signing. Though it is not a course of action we prefer we are considering annexing system 47, it is a system claimed by the Vaktani as part of their expansion plan but to the best of our knowledge they do not have forces in the area. Would you be willing to lend military support in that case under the terms you listed? We would also recompense any non-military aid you may be able to provide in our campaign to sway the governments of system 2 towards joining the Commonwealth rather than the Vaktani in either goods or scientific support.

[Shadowflick]

The grey smirks. Drawing another card from his deck, a giddy expression on his face, but Ajun notices something in one of his huge black eyes. SOmone was behind her...signaling the grey! He Was cheating!

The Member of Redwing raises a brow. He seemed..interested "We are not Miracle workers, as good as we are. We can get you what your looking for, but We will need time. If we find any though..we'll send it your way....But, In addition to using your resources, we will also have free acess to use the Devices we proquire for you. Else, the deal is off, and you will be declared enemies of the Pirata

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Dev 5]


That's a very generous final offer, and one that the cybernetician and empiricists would repeatedly have my head for if I refused! As I'm certain you expect, by presence we would accept whatever scientific minds you can spare to host as honored guests for a span (outside perspectives are vital in keeping things from ossifying, after all!). Of course, you may very well need some of them yourself, so we would be equally happy to accept a loan of any cytologists, trackers, sleuths, or similar you might find with idle hands. As I'm sure you understand, our other border is of rather more concern to us at the moment, and I've been told with great sincerity that any aid which might be allocated to certain contingencies would be truly helpful.

The sponsorship is accepted, divided by your preference into science and espionage

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 5

Dearest friends,

We have before us a bountiful galaxy. The stars and planets on which we all live are that is left of a harrowed universe since the Ascension. All of us have our dues to pay, surely, but most of us remain benevolent. From the resplendent spires of Urr to the remote Marathon Station, the collective races of the Principia Sector must band together in order to rise out of the age of strife in which we find ourselves now. We in the Sensoriate have been fortunate enough to find friends of late, others who believe in the sanctity of life and will take steps to protect it.

However, there are those among us who do not share these beliefs. Recently, those of us in the Sensoriate have become aware of... happenings, across the sector. Words and vitriol have been uttered, although to what end we know not. From Voth to Essea, the people of the Sensoriate are anxious to avoid the costs of war. Therefore, we would hope to stop the two sovereign powers of the Cortex as well as the Prefecture from taking actions that either would regret. We understand that while conflict can sometimes be healthy, there is a point at which a wound is lanced and not bled. This would appear to be one such moment. If possible, the Joyous would like to lend a hand in mediating the conflict so as to minimize collateral damage. Perhaps a diplomatic summit to mediate these differences is in order? We would also urge all those not already involved to remain neutral, so as to prevent escalation. The last thing that the Principia Sector needs is an interstellar grudge match.

There is one exception to our understanding. The Ork Horde of Orkenstra, Sinclair, and Winstar presents perhaps the most dire threat to peace in our time. Their only demands are blood, and their only aim carnage and destruction. We fear that it is in their nature to hunger, and to that end we will be calling all powers to form an alliance against their rapacious advances! The Orks cannot be allowed to gain any further foothold in the universe. We here in the Sensoriate believe in the power of the spoken word. Any power that joins us in the cause of safeguarding the sector against the Orks will enjoy the prestige of our positions and what might we are able to muster.

We apologize that it has come to threats, but the Joyous aim to take the Ork menace seriously. Only together can we brave the coming dark. Thank you for your time.

Joyously yours,

- Adarai, M'shun, Tamodred, and Eavar

Beyond alliances that the Sensoriate is already invested in (which will be publicly announced at the start of next turn), they will be making a deal to any faction that wants to take them up on it: they will be granting 1 temporary MIL and 3 temporary INF this turn to anyone who will swear to the destruction of the Orks. Those numbers will go up in later turns, when they're less invested in other matters.
For their part, the rest of the Joyous take to hammering out the final points of the alliance treaty with aplomb. The visits between Adarai and the Wyvern Discple's people continue apace, and very soon a working draft is complete! All of the existing points and changes to the documents are made quickly, and when the subject of System 15 is brought up, the worms are more than happy to leave the League to it.

System 15 Neutrality: Unchanged.


Felicitations, great Wyvern Disciple,

We are pleased to hear that you are also currently aligned with the Astral Republics. The Ambassador Zeiat is truly a remarkable specimen, and we here in the Sensoriate are also engaged in talks with them. Although we have yet to hear confirmation of this, the Joyous have been informed that you intend on joining them in a formal alliance with similar - if not identical - terms to our own. This is most satisfactory. We may yet decide to extend similar terms to them in the future, although there are some elements of our government that are cautious to do so right away.

As far as the treaty celebration is concerned, we were hoping to host the delegates at the Palatinate Gardens on Voth. The open air theaters and entertainment salons are some of the finest on this side of the sector, and the rest of the Joyous and I would be honored to host any and all interested parties. We can make our announcement from there, if that pleases you. Eavar, for his part, would not mind seeing the waves of Quatis or to explore your own wonders on Errath, but that may yet come at another time.

One final piece of book-keeping: the Joyous plan on extending our alliance through you to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth. The humans seem to have a knack for opportunity, and we believe that the three of us together can form the basis for a tried and true alliance. We were hoping to invite delegates of theirs to our party on Voth to ratify our alliance, and hope that you will extend them a warm welcome. If you are so inclined, our three states can come together and announce a proper name for the rest of the sector to recognize in the years to come.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai
Greetings, fine humans!

The age finds us all in a position of relative harmony, standing together against the forces of strife in this, our strange universe. The Joyous of our corner of the galaxy take pride in our cultural unity, and we have long admired humanity for sharing in that adaptability. There is precious little than a humble ascarii such as myself can appreciate more than a strong survival instinct.

On that matter, we understand that you have been approached by the Principia League in order to form an alliance. This is excellent news to us, as we are also in the final process of putting together a working treaty with them. In fact, our respect for your people and culture is great enough that the Parliament of Voth has drafted a version of the very same treaty to extend to you. The Joyous have always believed that a rising tide raises all boats, and we hope to sail the currents of fortune alongside all of you. Enclosed with this message, you will find a bottle of Arkian Suspension along with the treaty terms as a token of our appreciation. Should any of your subjects choose to visit any Sensoriate worlds, you have but to ask.

Satedly yours,

- M'shun

As M'shun states in his correspondence, the terms are nearly identical to those currently being signed with the League by both parties. This is intentional, as the documents are very clearly purposed towards a unified alliance bloc right away. There are even sub-clauses about the League's involvement here, although the bulk of the negotiations revolve around the relationship between your two states.

Non Aggression: The Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will take no hostile actions against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever the Tarkanum Sensoriate or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of the Tarkanum Sensoriate or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth.
Allied Victory: Both the Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)
System 15 Neutrality: For as long as System 15 remains neutral, the Constantinopolan Commonwealth will not interfere with the system unless it is to aid a call of the Principia League or the Tarkanum Sensoriate.

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 7

The reply comes over the galactic airwaves barely minutes after the Nascent Speaker extends their offer.

"The Working is Imperfect. The Wheel is Broken. Ours is to offer terms to weary and wary alike. In this, we will match the Arch-Heretics, with the added caveat of saving the underpinnings of reality from the Nascent Speaker's growing madness.

Unlike what has been said, the Canticle remains open to those who can recognize the First Axiom of the Lexicanum: Ignorance Lies Within. We have always included ourselves in those ranks. All who come to us do so out of a desire to increase and disseminate knowledge, and it is our aim to do the same now. Any who help us by taking up arms against the Arch-Heretics of Limbyx, we will offer not only our understanding of the Ancients, our knowledge of their Blessings, and where we believe more can be uncovered.

You know where to find us. Our doors are open to those willing to submit themselves before Truth, as we have done."

Seeing that the stakes have been raised, the Prefecture is willing to make a counteroffer to anyone who permanently eliminates the Cortex. Many of the same conditions will apply (see below).


First off, the Prefecture is willing to match the 25 point offer, only these would be in Science instead of Psionics. The same caveats about non life-threatening scenarios apply.
The guarantee that the Prefecture will take no hostile action against any faction that chooses their side or chooses to stay out of the affair entirely. Their fight is with the Cortex, not with any other nation that remains impartial.
The Prefecture is willing to use all of its Archeotech to help out other players willing to attack the Cortex, as well as point out where they believe Archeotech might be and offer their Science to help allies activate any Archeotech they've already found.
Should the Cortex survive in any way, then the Prefecture will retain the right to revoke any aid when it comes to Archeotech, as well as any Science investments of any kind.

To the Ecclesiast Theocracy,

The Collegia of the Canticle are learned in many respects, but we do not understand the Triumph of the Ancients in our current incarnation. The mechanics behind that miracle remain out of our reach, but we hope through deep study of the Blessings that we can perhaps walk along a similar path. A Great Work may yet be in order, but we can perhaps help your cause as well.

By this time, you will have seen our proclamations against the Arch-Heretics of Limbyx. Included in our offer to work against the Cortex is our sharing of the precepts of the Machine-Loci that dwell within the Blessings. We would be happy to share with you everything for that very same price. Efficiency or public backing in this regard might well even earn you special favor among the various Magisters of the Canticle.

Please see the terms listed in the message to all players. Should the League publicly announce its intention to protect the Prefecture and censure the Cortex, they might even give the various League states the first right of refusal for any SCI bids or help with using Archeotech.
The monstrous arcworld of the Canticle casts a long shadow over Xenarion, blotting out all but the furthest celestial bodies. A few escort ships - rather small and conservative looking for what they're supposed to be guarding, but bristling with defensive measures all the same - cut through space all the same. They approach within railgun range, but hold their fire as the message is delivered. Eventually, a female voice emanates over the pirates' comms.

"It is our business to know, and to question. The Collegia Inquisitoria and Collegia Logica handle such matters. But you ask of Blessings and Ancients, as do most who come knocking at our doors in such days. Therefore, your inquiry belongs to the Collegia Manufactorum, and to Magister Tyrus. However, said Magister is currently busy at the moment, working on a special project of sorts with our own Blessings. We can still arrange for scribes and data uploads to your crew, but only once you have proven your worthiness to us."

See terms above, they are identical here.

Section 66

Devotion 5

"By associates and affiliates," Idrian begins, "I mean other member nations that you are either in a formal alliance with or even simply have a prolonged arrangement with. It would not be polite for us to circumscribe who you are and aren't allowed to fraternize with, but know that we will be watching for any breach of terms."

"Of course, the Union will need to cooperate in order for this agreement to stand. Fortunately for us, they have already agreed to do so, and we are hoping that they are as good as their word." The spymaster thinks for a moment before hazarding an answer for the last question. "For the moment, our minds are focused more on matters abroad than at home, and having neighbors that we do not have to worry about protecting our flanks. Section 15 represents a possible opportunity for all of us to work on our operations, which it makes it such a valuable bargaining chip for later investment."

[Zweanslord]

Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

We look forward to the ceremonial signing as well. Where do you wish this to take place?

To my great reget I cannot secure you military support for system 47, nor aid to sway the government of system 2. The terms offered state no conflict with the Vaktani Permanent Residency, which the Vaktani have publicly announced and not withdrawn, nor does your reply seem to indicate an accord to have been reached between the Commonwealth and the Vaktani. It is too late in the year to make any other arrangements now, for time is too short to arrange the needed preprations.

I do hope that the people of both systems would prefer the Commonwealth as partner as the League has, but ultimiately, it will be up to them. Still, I look forward to future opportunities for cooperation and especially the signing of the alliance.

As our negotations are going so well with the date and location of the official ratification being set, I wish to be fully transparent on behalf of the League. As we are negotiation with the Commonwealth for an alliance, so is the League negotiating with the Tarkanum Sensoriate, as both the Commonwealth and the Sensoriate are held in high esteem in the sector. In the coming year, I hope relations can be enhanced, possibly leading to formal relations, between the Commonwealth and the Sensoriate.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New IstanbulWyrm Coil
Devotion: 4.

May fortune bring delight to the Joyful Adarai,

It brings joy to me to hear the Tarkanum Sensoriate is improving relations with the Astral Republics as well! Indeed, we are negotiating a trade agreement and open borders with them. And such pleasure it brings me to be made aware you wish to extend an alliance to the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth too! Other members of the League are currently negotiating an alliance with them on behalf of the League. I foresee a prosporous future and hope that an alliance can be struck between the Sensoriate and Commonwealth as well! I am sure my colleagues will be more than willing to put in a good word in the coming year.

Previously I offered a deal, but I can understand why you did not take me up on it, given your transmission regarding the Orks you must be ever so busy. Know that the League worries about the Orks and will be happy to see them gone from the sector.

With delight I look forward to the treaty celebration at the Palatinate Gardens on Voth. The location sounds excellent and I would be happy to see the ceremony be done there! After, I would be happy to guide Eavar around the League wherever desired.

Such a happy occassion and bright future I see for both of us. As we look forward to fortune in our future I, the Wyvern Disciple, say goodbye until my next transmission.Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Zeiat, I will be happy to take the preferences of the Astral Republics into account as I inform my friends. I'll make sure to arrange the sponsorship. Just let me know wich system I can offer you the deal for. Let us speak another time again, as everything is wrapped up once more."

The use of 3 Science will be given in exchange for expansion of Astral Republics to System 25.Eovian Pirates

Veluja angrily stands up and turns around towards the one signalling. It is none other than the slick clothed Ajun of the same crew! "Stop that, Uvahi! How am I supposed to win if you're giving hints on my cards!?" The other Ajun in slick clothes, Uvahi, laughs it off. "The last time you won, you kept bragging about it forever! No way I was going to let that happen again." Veluja shakes her head and turns to grey. "The game's off." She then shouts to Renuha. "Come on, we're leaving!"

"Almost done!" Renuha shouts, before turning back to the member of the Red Wing. "Alright, got to hurry this up. Understood. So you're going with the first offer, good. We'll be waiting. If the tech is able to be shared, we'll share, but otherwise we'll have to negotiate shared use. I'll be sure to get you the payment. What do you want?""Get me weapons.""Alright. It's a deal." Renuha nods and takes the datapad with the offer back, before leaving the bar with the others. Veluja angry, Uvahi shrugging and the young one just walking along.The League

"Alright, good to hear the Union is willing to go along. You're clear about the terms, the League will agree. The League will be formally recognising the following factions as current associates: the Constantinopolan Commonwealth, the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Astral Republics. For the purpose of this deal, the League does not recognise either Section 66 or the Union as associates, as they are members of the agreement."
OOC: This is my last post before the EoT deadline.

[thorgrim29]

The Constantinopolian Commonwealth

Answer to both the Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate. DEV 2

From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid: While we look forward to further diplomatic contact and trade between our 3 polities we have not had any significant contact with the Sensoriate up to this point. Therefore we do not wish commit to an alliance with the Sensoriate as we have with the League, too many questions remain unanswered. To be perfectly candid, the nature of the Joyous is... concerning to a great many citizens of the Commonwealth. It is my personal belief that further contact and relations with the Sensoriate will go a long way towards putting to rest concerns that they are too good to be true. We will be glad to revisit this subject in a year however, and please rest assured that we have no plans to take any actions against the Sensoriate in any case.

Message to the Principia League, DEV 2
From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid: Fair enough. As you may or may not no we are in possession of the Thracian Forum, a ship made by the Arco-Medeans for just such occasions, and our engineers have finally managed to make operable by humans. My fellow Triumvirs will likely be busy on other matters but as soon as I am finished with my work in system 2 I propose to take that ship to your capital world ((OOC I'm not sure if you actually have a capital... if not replace with any part of your territory)) for the signing. As it is a rather large ship I am not 100% certain that it is able to land, if it is we will land it, if not we will need to do it in orbit. I would even be happy to host the signature of your alliance with the Sensoriate in the Forum, to show our hope of friendship with them. It would be a good opportunity to have a bit of a confab face to face between myself and representatives from your government and the Sensoriate. ((which I don't think you'd be able to do because of no VIP but oh well)). I have a feeling some people Triumvir Aurelia met recently and who are certainly reading this message may want to join in.

[Zweanslord]

Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

What a fantastic idea to use the Thracian Forum spaceship of Arco-Medean make for this occasion! It will truly be a testament to the legacy of the Arco-Medeans we will both be shepherding. May I suggest the spaceship to fly through all the League systems, with the signing ceremony to happen in space at the Rai system? It is the most central system in the League and by signing it in space, it will truly honour the spaceworthiness of the vessel.

Thank you for your suggestion to use the Thracian Forum for the signing of the alliance between the League and the Sensoriate, I will be sure to pass on the information to my colleague in contact with the Sensoriate who will offer it as suggestion.

I am greatly looking forward to the ceremony at the Thracian Forum!

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New IstanbulWym Coil
Devotion: 4.

May fortune bring delight to the Joyful Adarai and wealth to Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Know that the members of the League understand the Constantinopolan Commonwealth at this time will not sign an alliance as further acquaintance between the Commonwealth and the Tarkanum Sensoriate is to be made. To that end I was made aware by my colleague Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul that the Commonwealth is willing to make available the Thracian Forum spaceship of Arco-Medean creation for signing the alliance between the League and the Sensoriate. This act is recognised as a symbol of hope towards friendship, as well as an opportunity for representatives to establish relations.

The Sensoriate has already made available the Palatinate Gardens on Voth, open to any interested parties, thus I can see representatives of the Commonwealth invited to the event to further relations. I turn to Adarai and ask which location is preferred by the Sensoriate, given this new offer from the Commonwealth. I will gladly respect whichever is chosen.

As we look forward to fortune in our future I, the Wyvern Disciple, say goodbye until my next transmission.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]


Greetings again to Matriarch Malan!

Apologies if my recent replies have been rather brusque-I've been run a bit ragged recently, even being in six places at once (well, up to twelve at one point. But I'd really not recommend that if you think you'll need memories form all of them. Reintegration's a tricky business!)

But anyway, I'm really very much looking forward to the treaty ceremony-and from what my comrades have let slip, you're allies have arranged quite a few ceremonies along the same lines. Looking forward to quite a new year, aren't you?

But I'm getting distracted-the Republics have officially come to a Consensus and voted to accept the proposed treaty, and at my suggestion have voted to offer the use of Andan Orbital to host the ceremony. It's a cloudbank station-orbiting a gas giant, originally for helium-3 harvesting. It probably wasn't the most pragmatic allocation of genius, but by now we can do some truly spectacular things to the weather for a show.

And since I'm recording this anyway, on a slightly more serious note-a question brought up repeatedly about the treaty anyway-it's our understanding that you've arranged a similar (if more extensive) agreement with the Sensoriate. What's the indented parsing of the legalese with regard to our mutual borders, if you know?




Attached to the details and bona fides of the scientific delegation arriving on Voth is a small but clever expert system, generations ahead of whatever encryption and infosec protocols the Ascari have installed. It reaches Adarai's personal computer-or whatever atrophying piece of tech is attached to the parliamentary office he officially holds-quite quickly, re purposing it to display a text message

So I am not the only one with eyes unclouded enough to hope the barbarians will pass us by. Good.

I have a solution in progress, but my hosts would not serve as bait until the trap is set. Pragmatic.

More, I require input-data on the speed with which the locusts spread. Unfortunate.

I will swear whatever oaths you require, but secretly. That will change. Impatience is death.

Below, a blinking command prompt

Reply y/n?

[3SecondCultist]

One Small Step for Man

The expedition, led by the Triumvir Jo-Al Rashi, proved to a very human affair. The diplomats and negotiators of the star were more than happy to open their doors to the Commonwealth of man, but there were other problems to be dealt with. First and foremost, the colonizing fleet very quickly found itself embroiled in a polite but forced buyout of the very same star by none other than their local rivals, Vaktani Permanent Residency.

So, the Commonwealth did what it did best: cobbled together the best and brightest from across different groups of its worlds. For the purposes of this venture, that meant spies, psychics, and scientists. Bound together under the guidance of the Chief Federator, humanity was eventually able to prevail over its neighbor. The artificial forces of the Vaktani were forced to retreat after the native peoples of the planet clamored to be joined to the polity of man.

When it came, the backlash was mostly felt to the Commonwealth's public image in the sector. Pushing out a delightfully quaint and generally well-liked hotel chain from opening up a new resort and spa? Some people of the Principia Sector were quick to lambast the 'ambition' of humanity, calling them greedy and their actions bordering on tyrannical. Nevertheless, at the end of the day these media attacks were a loud majority, little more than insects. The conquest was rightfully theirs.

Your faction has successfully taken [2]. However, since you needed to tangle with Vaktani for it, you take [1 INF] damage. Beyond that, your alliance terms with the Principia League have been ratified, and your deal has seen to the crippling of Principia Pirata. With a bit of help, they have been greatly reduced in effectiveness.

No Vacancy

Fire blossoms in space, but leaves no sound.

The Vaktani home system of Do-Tora was left undefended when the pirates came, most of the security forces of the conglomerate having long since departed to try to conquer a neighboring star system. The Red Wing squadron, commanded by Pirate King Alziben Vos Stolikrov himself, led the charge. Bloodthirsty brutes and rapacious looters overwhelmed the headquarters' defenses, gorging themselves on the spoils of war. There was nobody to stop them, since the strong were ruled only by strength.

Of course, the retaliation was swift. Video footage of the unprovoked and savage attack on a peaceful and beloved neighbor was broadcast all over the Principia Sector. Within days, outraged citizens and people from every corner of the civilized galaxy were launching their own attacks on the pirate fleets. The Vaktani influencers wasted no effort in their smear campaign, and before long the pirates were surrounded by hostile forces in a territory they did not truly understand. The desertions came after, entire crews fleeing Stolikrov's side and into the black. Whether or not he could ever regain control over his host was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the pirates may have won the battle, but they were primed to lose the war.

Matters only worsened for the pirates over time. A series of suspiciously timed strikes occurred not too long after the initial invasion of Do-Tora, but this time in Zero Stigma itself. Stealth drones and deep cover assassin teams swept through the ranks of the pirates, targeting captains and shipmates who had proven themselves capable in the psychic arts. Although they were not able to eliminate all of them, it was enough to severely damage the psionic operating capacity of the pirate coalition. These spies and saboteurs also targeted the engines and navigation systems of the remaining crews, stranding the lion's share of the brigands on their rock before departing. There would be no reinforcements for Stolikrov. In the Pirate King's own personal craft, he found a single message waiting for him on the console.

Director Idrian sends his regards.

The bad news first: you were outmaneuvered in taking [2] by the Constantinopolian Commonwealth, and Principia Pirata took [4] from you. In the process, your faction loses [1 MIL] for the failed attempt at taking the system and [2 DEV] from losing your territory.

The good news: your attack against the pirates was exceptionally effective! You won't get exact numbers, but with your investment, you were able to wipe out their DEV completely and halve their total MIL strength.
So you successfully took [4] from the Vaktani Permanent Residency, and all of your other territorial acquisitions were all uncontested. However, large scale attacks from both the Vaktani as well as Section 66 have dealt major damage to parts of your infrastructure. Principia Pirata takes [4 MIL], [1 DEV], [1 SCI], and [3 PSI] damage from the combined attacks. This puts both your DEV and SCI at 0 (check out the OOC for penalties to expect until you raise them back up to 1).

You do get [2 ECO] temporarily for the turn, from both the Commonwealth and the Principia League.

Algorithmic Efficiency

It took some time for the system cycles and patches to be applied to all members of Killbot's armies and retinues, but Dr. Julia Warrant was been methodical in her calculations. The repairs and reactivations took nearly as long, but she never complained. The demands of the synthetic uprising were many, and her time was one of the easiest things to sacrifice for the sake of what would hopefully become a new galactic order. While the strange Arco-Medean machine was gifted to the fractious League, the foundries were hard at work.

Of the many dangers that were born on Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure - or in the entire sector, really - the newest generation of military 'bots were proving to be among the most enduring. A full year later, the exponential technologies of the A.I. soldiers had reached their third doubling cycle. Drones, sentries, and other fixed systems were now completely autonomous, self-governing bodies ruled by minds of bytes and raw data. Of the entire armies of machines able to think, to know when and when not to use their railguns, autocannons, and pulse lasers to annihilate their enemies, their greatest weapon was their free will.

And yet for all of their independence, the new order rose squarely around Killbot VII. For the newly liberated robotic minds of Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure saw him as the most experienced, the most practiced program. To perfect is to learn, and so who better to study than the most learned? Each new soldier created in the machine-creches of the prison moon swore fealty to their Savior in Iron, a movement that soon spread beyond even Killbot and his own people's expectations. It was only a matter of time before the cause would spread to the stars.

I don't have much for you in the way of surprises. Your agreement with Section 66 and the Principia League is now ratified, and your hand-off of the Archeotech went off without a hitch. Nobody's attacked you in any way, so you should be good to go for turn 2.

The Principia Alliance

In the end, the peace was won on a cruise of all places. The twelve hundred meter long Thracian Forum - the ancient Numidian skysteel solar yacht used by the Arco-Medeans to host delegations - had been sent on its voyage throughout the territories of the signing powers of what was to be termed the 'Principia Alliance'. The interior was spacious and comfortable enough to hold several planetary delegations at once, a purpose which was now fulfilled thanks to the diplomatic efforts of a great many individuals. Important figures from all over the old Principia League, from the wyrms of Errath to the governments of Arusvar and Iux, joined in this historic peace summit. Hundreds of statespeople and others were included, a truly lavish affair. The Commonwealth sent ambassadors along with the ship, as was their due.

The journey was plotted over the course of a month. The Forum was to travel from its home berth in Bosphorus into League space, stopping first at Iux before taking the Giardu-Kitak gate in order to host all of the various Chekto. From there, the ship and its armed escorts were to head to Rai, then Fyros. It would stop finally in Ovos before making the next leg of its journey: into Sensoriate space, and the grand gauntlet of the worlds that made up that government. The final destination was to be Voth, the Garden-World of the Joyous, upon which the final documents would be signed in a grand ceremony.

The ascarii were present from the beginning, of course. As one of the three major groups signing peace treaties, it would have been counter-productive not to invite them. Although they had yet to formally enter into the same agreement with the Commonwealth that it had with the League, the Sensoriate speakers were more than happy to talk to and share their culture with the humans. In particular, the members of the Joyous were open to questions about the nature of their abilities, planning on reassuring the Commonwealth attaches of their genuine intentions to band together in the face of an otherwise savage galaxy. Adarai, himself one of the keynote speakers during the orbit over Udur and the Arena-City of Tarilask, spoke of unity most of all.

In the end though, two separate compacts were signed. The Principia Alliance, although still in its nascent form, had yet to grow into its full potential. Fortunately for the League - the true architects of the treaty - the various stops and costs associated with the grand venture facilitated an entirely different set of tasks, several of which proved to be quite successful...

Congratulations, you are now the frontrunner to win this game! Your alliances with both the Commonwealth and the Sensoriate are officially ratified, as are your other agreements. The Principia Alliance has been born today, with your faction counting 16 systems in its total tally to victory. In addition, you've gotten your hands on a few pieces of Archeotech (see below for descriptions of those). The Eye of Nix is currently in [18], while the Necrostasis Lab is in [11]. After acquiring O.R.A.C.L.E. from the Union, it is now in [17].

Description: O.R.A.C.L.E. appears as a fixed point of space anchored to a helmet of black steel. The faceplate closes over its subject, after which the whispers begin. They’re barely noticeable at first, something at the back of the mind which can easily be ignored. But if one listens, they can hear the sibilant sounds grow in pitch, antique phrases in a long dead tongue spinning skeins of the future. And yet for all of the mysticism, the prophecies are perfectly cogent and rational, burned into the user's long term memory. One thing is certain: anyone who uses the O.R.A.C.L.E. does not soon forget the experience.

Effect: When used properly, O.R.A.C.L.E. is able to foretell the next cosmic event to hit the system. The player will get a full accounting of the event itself 1 turn before the event is rolled.
Description: The object is little more than a small orb, perhaps four feet across in diameter. However, when set through the full activation sequence, small glowing blue lines light up, and the device opens well beyond its initial size. Where once there was mere open air, now there are silhouettes of dozens of people laid out in three dimensions, figures of many different shapes and sizes. Some are brighter, but all of them are quite distinct, formed of an ethereal blue fabric that is neither matter nor void. After some experimentation, it becomes clear touching the face of one figure creates ripples in the fabric, causing it to decay after a few minutes. What could this mean?

Effect: The Eye of Nix was built for one purpose, and that is to eliminate threats before they ever happen. When used properly, the cost of assassinating or otherwise attacking enemy VIPs is reduced by 1/3.
Description: WIP!

Effect: The Necrostasis Lab is said to able to heal just about any injury... including death. A faction that successfully activates the device is able to recover up to 2 points of lost MIL per turn, up to their total the turn before.

On Tradecraft

Deals were made, loopholes and concessions extracted. Although the Republics were not there for the signing, they managed to steal a piece of the peace nonetheless. Those nominally in charge of Fortean's administrative, military, covert, and scientific minds remained their own entity. That was for the best, for now at least. They had always functioned best without their hands too tied up in another system's government anyhow.

Ambassador Zeiat was ultimately the one spearheading the expansion into nearby Theia, a system bordering the Sensoriate. Thankfully, dealings with that group managed to forestall any messy disputes, just like the treaty with the League had opened up several doors for the Republic. By the end of the year, the feuding nation states of Theia had been unified, their people made to see the ways that Fortean and its people had to offer. The propaganda machine was arguably the shining star in this particular triumph; after the Republic's infernally catchy music topped the moon-wide charts for the 12th consecutive week, it was pretty much a done deal. The sound almost completely muted out the whispers of discord, most of which were brutally snuffed out behind the scenes anyway.

All in all, it was about as good of a conquest as one could reasonably hope for.

Of course, the rest of the de facto Republic leaders were involved in their own projects. In particular, Coordinator Danel did a terrific job of helping host a scientific inquiry conference, where moderated discovery and metacognitive genius could be consolidated towards interstellar innovation projects. A true 'meeting of the minds', it was a rousing success. For all of that though, the Republic found its true enterprises elsewhere...

Everything looks good on your end - you were not attacked by any faction, nor did anybody make moves on your territories. The only major development is that you found a piece of Archeotech in [24]! I've included a description here. You also gain [1 SCI] from the Cortex, in exchange for your PSI.

Description: What looked at first like a mere blip on an asteroid belt is something else entirely up close. It looks like part of a derelict, but in point of fact it is actually a piece of shattered hull. After a minute of examination, it hums and begins to activate. When it's finished, a doorway of pure nothingness opens into a non-Euclidian pocket dimension that is several degrees greater than the area of the door itself. Within the portal is a living map of the Principia Sector… but the stars are overlaid with points of a different light. As several of them move, their picture becomes more and more clear: they too are the lost technology of the Arco-Medeans.

Effect: The Millenium Lens was designed as a kind of failsafe by the Arco-Medeans, helping them to recover their own lost technology. When focused on a system within 5 systems of the Lens' location, it reveals all information about any Archeotech there, as well as all stats of the resident nation.

Aggressive Expansion

The sectors of space were alight with the beams of high powered warships, moving between planets. While there was to be no war yet, the fact that one was on the horizon quickly became evident to all of those who lived within one or two jump points of Urr or the Ork territories. The greenskins wasted no time in mobilizing their forces, Warboss Zorgax and his boyz spreading like a cancerous plague from one floating rock to the next. It seemed as though there was no stopping the WAAAAAAAGH! as it erupted from the Sinclair and Winstar systems, surging towards Urr.

Of course, the Plutarchy did not become the wealthiest interstellar state in the sector by not understanding the value of security. Even before word came that the Orks were on the move, the Council of Seven had spent their reserve budget entirely on military contracts. Mercenary companies were called as a stopgap for the months needed for the Urruks to finish constructing their grand fleet at the heart of their commercial empire. Educated guesswork from the Plutarchy's pilots put the Orks on a warpath right down the middle of the Veil Gates, so the Council wisely decided to send its existing defense forces in a pincer movement millions of light years wide.

Billions held their breaths for the first reports of battle, but they never came. For some reason, the Ork advance had been stopped in its tracks. If anyone was stupid enough to get close enough to the WAAAAAAGH, they might have noticed greenskin ships floating uselessly in space, or even seen some of the boyz advocate for caution (a truly unheard of notion in Orks). They might also have seen civilians get mind-seeded with the psychic virus that caused the Ork's brains to slow and calcify, a virus planted memetically to everyone living in the shadow of the WAAAAAAGH's warpath.

Back on Voth, the Joyous slept well that night.

Not much to report on here, since nobody attacked your territories (yet) or your stat base. Your expansions into [36] and [28] went smoothly. You did, however, find a piece of Archeotech in [36].

Description: This piece of machinery was central to the rapid deployment of fleets throughout the Principia Sector and beyond. Before the construction of the Veil Gates, these engines were at the heart of the colony and terraforming fleets that the Arco-Medeans used to 'civilize' the galaxy. Constructed to form miniature gateways into the coterminous hyperdimension known only as the Veil, these machines allowed for long term rapid transport all across the galaxy. Of course, with the invention of the Veil Gates and the standardization of proper hyperlane travel, these drives were rendered obsolete.

There are only a handful left now, lying forgotten in hangers on distant worlds or on space stations that have been lost to the stars. In the right hands, these engines could well be used to transport entire fleets across the sector nearly instantaneously.

Effect: When activated successfully, a Subspace Core will allow the player who controls it to expand into or attack any single territory on the map, regardless of the territories they currently control.
So your territorial expansions were uncontested, leaving the Orks in control of [34] and [30] on top of your starting systems. You also found a rather significant Archeotech! However, thanks to the Tarkanum Sensoriate, the Orks will be moving into this turn having taken [2 DEV] and [1 SCI] damage. This puts your SCI at 0, meaning you can't expand. I've enclosed a description of the Archeotech below.

Description: From space, the Cradle resembles a massive wheel with a series of eight curved arms retreating from its centre, similar to a sea star and bearing similarities to a sun. From end to end, the entire superstructure is at least 100,000 km across, perhaps even larger. The core of the construction is the stripped remnant of a material-rich planet that is used in its main process: construction. The entire upper surface is terraformed and has a multitude of environments, with oceans, forests and even a large desert. They are all a product of the installation's will, the calculated world of the ancient minds made manifest. Anchored to a nearby star, it will never leave its system.

And why should it? It's home, after all. The Cradle is perfectly comfortable where it is, thank you very much.

Effect: The pinnacle of mass fabrication technology, the Cradle wants to be used more than anything. Every turn it is successfully activated, the Cradle gives the player controlling it 4 free permanent stat points, which can be invested in any combination the player desires.

The Storm before the Storm

The happenings of a turbulent galaxy bothered the faithful little. They had seen the truth, and found reality wanting. In the half-dark halls of Limbyx, the Cortex gathered around the feet of the Nascent Speaker and prepared for what was to come...

Not much to report for you, since nobody attacked you or really expanded anywhere near you. All of your EoT orders resolve without much of a fuss, leaving you to be the mysterious power in a corner. You also gain [1 PSI] from the Cortex, in exchange for your SCI.

The Exile Returns

It's fairly predictable that after a year, there are no presents to be found anywhere. The broadcast, on the other hand, happens a year and an hour after the original. The voice is the same as before; just as smug and self-possessed, with not so mild hints of contempt. After all, the level of incessant chuckling throughout could never be called sincere.

"<Well, wasn't that interesting? I have to say, you pirates sure know how to party! Damn if I don't almost feel sorry for you drunk assh*les now. Getting shanked like that? Ouch. Still, I don't doubt you're going to come out swinging. All of you creepy spy people - yeah that's right, I see your little stealth drones, don't think I can't - better watch out! Sorry about the lack of presents, it's a hard time to be a vagrant in this sector. Good show everybody, good show. Until next year!

Oh, and before I forget: I'm holding in my hands an advance report about a gravitational anomaly that heralds an annihilation level singularity in one of your systems.

Yep, that's right! One of the precious stars in the sector is going bye-bye. Poof, gone! I could tell you which one... but I think I'd rather keep you all in suspense until the eleventh hour. I can only hope that you'll all get your sh*t together before it's too late. Then again, there are more than a few stars out there. Really, what are the odds that it'll be one of yours?>"

This year's event is a doozy! It's called "Black Hole Sun" (three guesses why). Here's how it works: at the end of this year in-game, I am going to get rid of a random system from the map. It won't count as a system, and it will be treated as impassible for all intents and purposes. I've already rolled to see which system it is, and taken a time-stamped picture in case anybody does not believe me later.

However, I will only do this if your factions do not pool their resources together to pay [36] stat points between all of you before turn's end. These can be any stats in any combination from any number of factions. Excess stats over the total will be wasted, so be careful not to spend too much.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
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Andan had something of a reputation, as far as habitats went-it’s not like much helium-3 actually got harvested any more, which mainly left the lovely views and the proud miners tradition of getting impressively intoxicated with whatever’s handy. A selection that had expanded impressively over the last twenty years, to be fair. So it was of course the perfect place for a treaty signing ceremony.

The station’s mesh was almost saturated, as physical bodies on the station had rapidly become a scarce commodity vastly outpaced by demand-the atmosphere damn near tasted of ozone for those with the misfortune to not choose their inputs. And that wasn’t to say there weren’t many people physically there-the vast central plaza was absolutely packed. Which was a shame, really-the floor was just as transparent as the walls, and otherwise offered a truly magnificent view of the artificially created megastorm in the gas giant below, dozens of drones and thrill-seekers diving within and around it, brightly coloured plumes trailing behind them. (But then, if you were relying on something as pedestrian as sight, you were missing at least half of the party. Augmented reality is a wonderful thing.)

Floating above, carefully balanced anti-gravity ensuring it remained in the perfect centre of the chamber at all times. As perfectly transparent as the outer walls, devoid of railings or ornamentation, it economically gave the impression that the gathering of potentates and diplomats stood quite literally at the core of everything (and ensured everyone had a good view. Well, people with eyes. Everyone else could enjoy the more numerous and higher-quality camera feeds from unobtrusive drones at every conceivable angle). A small crowd of representatives stood upon it-one from each moon of Theia, Zeiat, and however large a delegation the League had felt like sending.

The Republics did not stand on much ceremony, but Zeiat had gone out of his way to lay on the pomp and circumstance for foreign observers-donning a new iteration of his favoured body crafted entirely form precious metals and rare earths found among Theia’s moons as a show of pointed symbolism. The system had ten densely populated moons, and as many former governments. One by one, each stepped forward and began to speak, muses providing real-time translation to every pidgin and dialect of the sector as the plaza’s walls were used to display scenes of cheering and celebrating crowds in what were once capital cities. First Olympia and Leonas and then Helia-each denounced the absurd ideas that had justified their nation-states, proudly dissolving them and welcoming their former subjects as comrade-citizens of the Astral Republics.

And if the Karthan delegate had glazed and a rictus grin, and slurred the words of the beautiful speech that was written for him-well, that was mostly expected from a former theocrat anyway, and any decent muse was able to edit his performance in real time.

And if the Emperor of Agamemnon was a teenager who’d ascended by process of elimination, whose celebrating crowds seemed to be filmed at much closer distances and very particular angles, well, no one really felt the need to mention.

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When the speeches were complete, Zeiat gave a dramatic bow to every direction of the crowd (which involved the quick use of some anti-grav jets in his decorative wings), and began to speak.

“Welcome, all! It is truly always one of the great pleasures of life to welcome new comrades into the fold! Your voices will enrich our debates, and ensure our Consensus remains as right as it ha proven to be so far. We’ve got expert systems and volunteers working to bring the terrestrial meshs’ of your homes up to speed every moment of the day, and I’m sure you’ll be able to enjoy the full benefits of citizenship within the month-and please, ask if you need guidance! Ego modification is not something to try without downloading the right skillsofts, and some of the brightest minds in the field are just a muse prompt away and happy to help.”

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, he turned and extended his hand to the lead member of the League delegation. “And now, something that reaches far beyond our little home. As I’m sure you all remember, the referendum on a treaty of non-aggression with the Principia League was a resounding success, and I’m more then happy to welcome them to Andan Orbital!”

(the applause was moe befitting a concert then a diplomatic meeting. But then, the background music was quite nice).

[Shadowflick]

A Message comes into Cortex space on one of there Public Channels. On the Other end, Screams and the Sounds of Violence can be heard clear as day. The Hacking of a blade and and blasting of a pistol

On the Computer a calm looking man with dark skin and a Cybernetic Eye speaks, his accent much more Foreign then the Pirate King's "I Apologize that The Captain himself could not come and speak, he is busy with...dissenters." From teh background, sceams can be heard "W~What is he GAHHHH~!" 'But, He wisshes to inform you that the Deal you had Proposed is one he is willing to accept. If, The Resources can be provided within the follwing year. not all, but, If they could begin to be siphoned, Your Psionics will be important to us In the comming years. This is a small, recovarable mistep in our direction. but, If you take the step to trust in a Pirates word, We can promise that the Word's of your truth will spread beyond your corner of the galaxy"

[Writtensanity]

Do-Tora Burned

There had been a hasty retreat as soon as the first of the Principa Pirata erupted out of the hyperlane and into the Del-Tora system. Instantaneous AI reaction and calculation that adjusted as each ship arrived into the black void and turned on their sublight engines.

Recall ships in Raptura and prepare for combat.

More ships

Begin outfitting of terrestrial forces and activate surface to air weapons on orbiting objects.

More

Full retreat. All guests to escape platforms immediately.

There wasn't much of a point of attempting to fight back. EIther way it wasn't going to be much of a fight. Maybe if the ships had been stationed on standby instead of escorting to Raptura there could have been an entrenched defence, but at this point that wasn't happening.

Every service bot went into full escort mode, guests pulled away from drinks, morning activities ruined. It was a disaster. Ignoring the economic damage of losing Del-Tora, it was the embarrassment to the Vaktani that really hit home.

CORE 0X didn't need video feeds on screens to know what was happening on the surface of Del-Tora, but he chose to leave them on in the background anyway. It was time for some marketing.


A New Solar Year Begins



"It's a new morning in the Galaxy," CORE 0X started in his synthesized voice, "and my guests are cold. There are supposed to be two planets in the Vaktani lifestyle and your needless violence has done some damage to that image. You attacked an innocent, unarmed planet and invaded the system."

"But you know that, the galaxy knows that, your missing fleets realized that and ran away. Some of your crew, thank goodness, realized that attacking the innocent isn't what you do in a civilized galaxy and personally I like to think we live in one."

"So here's the thing," CORE 0X pulled up images of Do-Tora burning, "I care more about innocent lives and my guests than I do about retribution. You retreat out of Do-Tora and let us rebuild, and we will avoid any conflict with you in the future. Our new ships won't be pointed in your direction, and we can stop this unfortunate marketing campaign."

"Otherwise, this next solar year is just going to be worse from the last as the rest of the Galaxy realizes just how horrid the pirates who attacked the innocent and denied an offer for forgiveness are. The Principa Sector is watching."

The Feed Disconnects, there isn't even an add at the end.



I will update with more tomorrow from the Vaktani, for the rest of the Galaxy, for now we're tackling the biggest issue

[Shadowflick]

A Bold Retrort



A Response is Quickly sent back. It's King Alziben himself, his armor bloodied, behind him a trail of bodies of those who sought to take advantage of this temporary state of weakness

"I'll admit. It's a clever tactic. Telling the worlds that pirates are..Gasp! Bad. Really. Impressive core...But, You threaten us with acts of more of these videos do you?" The Pirate king lets out a dark chuckle "If you havnt noticed, Even now we hold enough power to wipe your last planet of the face of the system, correct? Your fleets you sent are now space dust. And Sure, The Section did hurt us but..it wont save you. You think your in a position of power!" Alziben laugh reverberates through his ship, something..wasa diffrent about the man. Whatever he was, Human was not teh word to describe him

The laugh is cut abruptly short You're People are running, and even if we fall fighting you, the Orks are not far behind us. You would be open to attack. So, I offer a counter offer. We, Dont attack you for the next three years. In that time, you grant us control of half of your video feeds, and some money. We need to put recruitment ads out. In return...We will use our military to support and protect your intrests. As you saw, you can not stand alone in this galaxy. We'll offer you protection and Military support, if you pay us back enough to repair what we lost. if not. The War continues"

[Shadowflick]

Meassage Received




King Alziben stands on the bow of his personal ship, note in hand, the feed hacking directly onto Idrian's personal computer

"A Love letter? I would think you'd come in person love" he says into the video "Assassinations, Drones. it's just like the Ball on Halcion 4 all over again..Sorry about blowing up the floor to steal the safe. It was supposed to go smoother."


Alziben sits down, and takes out his half of a holographic chess set "It's been years. I have to say though..missed you. A small bit. But none the less. So..A return game? For a homecoming?" he says, activating his half, his piece materializing on the set

[Zweanslord]

The League

The literal starships of the Ztar Empire, made of the fire, light and stardust of their home, the various plant spaceships of the Floralis Federation, the Commongrowth and United Foliage, the coral spaceships of the Marine Shoal and Algeas, the stone spaceships of the Guardians, spaceships of metal and alloys, of minerals and materials alien to other worlds, from shuttles to large ships meant to impress, the gleaming spaceships of the Arusvar Republic and the Eovian Hegemony, the modified of the Eovian Pirates, the renewed or repaired designs of the four Chekto's, the minimilistic design of the Reformed Magnotic Theocracy and Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno, the wondrous means of space travel of the Wyrm Coil, the mining vessels of Clan Inera, the Luvi with their own acting as spaceship, the robotic shuttles of the Arkian Network, each varied of their own and where some represent a design shared by others of their own, there are those where the spaceship is but a representative of a much more varied selection of spaceships.

They dart across space, towards the political events with the Constantinopolan Commonwealth, the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Astral Republics. Ire and dislike are put on hold, though meet on pointed channels, back rooms or glares. Yet the citizens of the League find themselves with governments uniting in purpose, to forge an even larger harmony of people. Bonds strengthen as new are created.

There's a lot of chatter on the League channels and the events of the past year are discussed. Rumours leak, as they do with so many diverse people. The League is united in their complaints about the Exile's glamouring wish for combat, which was answered by the call for war by both the Cortex of the Forgotten as the Prefecture Euclidea. Opinions are divided in it. Some call for supporting the Euclidea, for is their goal not to obtain Archeotech? Their offer for hints to Archeotech should be too great to pass! And the scientific advancement possible is enormous. Others point to the Sensoriate's call to not distract ourselves from the real threat, the Orks. Given the bond being forged with the Sensoriate and the danger posed by the aggressive Orks, this voice is the strongest. Yet there are still those who point out the psionic potential of the offer from the Cortex, who was the first to offer. Whispers of using the opportunity to take the Archeotech the Prefecture has. The Cortex is too far away to attack, no threat as of yet. But these are but rumours, as the official word of the League on the issue is one of silence.

Many of the spaceships fly to and from the immense Arco-Medean spaceship, the Thracian Forum. Representatives, diplomats, officials, nobility, all wanted to be present for at least a short time. There were numerous rotations during the journey of the Constantinopolan Commonwealth spaceship through the League's territories. All kinds of colours, humours, personalities, opinions, relations, languages, flavour and culture was visible throughout the League's representatives. Stoic demeanours, bright smiles, serious conversations, cheerful laughter, gloomy sighs, hopeful gasps, thrilled jumping, enthusiastic dashing, angry shouts, respectful philosophising, the moods of those gathered a beautiful mess. Where all are ever varied, there is one thing they notably share. An interest in the spaceship itself, the technology of the Arco-Medeans. Respectful gazes, frowns of interest, glances of greed, stares of hope, grimaces of desire, looks of passion, twinkles of satisfaction, contemplative observations.

So many conversations, some intrigue here and there, new friendships won or rivalries created, but courtesy, diplomacy and conversation are paramount. The many nation's representatives talk with the Triumvate, the officials of the Commonwealth, with the Joyous and their representatives. The laments of a Weed Duke, longing for vacation, the mire of an Inera as mining jokes are brought up, the shrewdness of an Ajun official, the devoutness of a Magnotic priest, the danger of getting too close to one of the star elementals, the bickering of the Chekto's amongst them, the solemnity of a Guardian and the inquisitiveness of a drake. That and many more are the share of those conversing with the League's officials.

All for the purpose of forging alliances. The signatures of the many representatives of the League pride on two documents at the end of the mighty spaceship's journey. The one signed on the Thracian Forum to bring the League and the Constantinopolan Commonwealth together and the one signed on Voth to bring the Tarkanum Sensoriate together. Alliances are declared, opening up trade and borders, promises of protection and peace. There are many speeches, some short, most long. Flowery words, bold statements, speeches to inspire, declarations of prosperity, well wishes for the future and much more.

Known to the galaxy is that the League is now allied to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, standing ready to protect its new allies against any threat.

The same bundle of mismatches colours flies in its varied spaceships to the territory of the Astral Republics, where the next rotation or batch of diplomats, leaders, officials and representatives uses words to create bonds. Bonds of trade, of travel, of peace. While no alliance, the treaty provides a solid basis for the future and it's prospects. Soon the signature of the many of the League will see a friend become a respected neighbour as borders change and meet with allies.

With curiosity the League representatives look at the alien culture of the Astral Republics, where bodies are discarded as easily as clothes. Some revel in the musical wonder, the technological marvel while others try to keep their feet on the ground. Yet the words flow as they always do and relations are born amidst the newly further relation of the Astral Republics itself. When Ambassador Zeiat finishes his speech, another twenty follow as the League representatives speeches. Some have adapted to the surroundings, giving a show, from the announcement of Chekto Crimson with Post-Electro music, to the wild beating performance of the Marine Shoal. The Arusvar Republic tries to inspire, but looks boring by comparison. The Guardian is short on words and the Luvi excitable. Many more follow.

Finding itself with new friends in these changing times, the members of the League make an additional declaration. That for the past year, this year and the next, the consider Star System 15 a neutral territory and will not interfere, as they expect their allies and friends, as well as Section 66 and the Union, to do the same.

Meanwhile, Prophet Electro of the Reformed Magnotic Theocracy heralds a glorious time as the League obtains it's first Archeotech! The ORACLE, won in the public bid Frome the Union! It's celebration does lack the splendor of the other political celebrations, however. Still, it greatly inspires the League's citizen and more start to believe the prophecies from the Prophet in the Rai system and the Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno sees is support weaken.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

I truly appreciated the ceremony for the League and the Commonwealth to ally with one another, you have my thanks for having being invited on the Thracian Forum. While we sought toward speace, all but peace happened amongst the planets across your borders, with the Pirate Clans striking at Do-Tora. A sad fate to the inhabitants indeed.

It shows the threat the pirates pose and what they are willing to do in their bid for power. I strongly urge the Constantinopolan Commonwealth to reach out to the people residing in system 47, so they can fall under your protection against the pirate's practices. The League is willing to make a similar bid as before. I am willing to offer support in exchange for the chance at Archeotech. See attached the details.

I hope you will consider the offer and relay back to me what you think of it.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul

The League offers to assist the Constantinopolan Commonwealth in claiming System 47 with 2 Influence in exchange for any found Archeotech in the system. Should this result in a Tier 3 or 4 Archeotech, the League is willing to offer an additional reward of 1 stat of choosing next year. Using Influence to assist is possible because the League has open borders with the Commonwealth.Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Joyous Adarai."
"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Joyous Adarai."
"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Joyous Adarai and Ambassador Zeiat."
"Patriarch Folta Inera hailing Joyous Adarai and Ambassador Zeiat."

"Is this getting through? Hail Joyous Adarai and Ambassador Zeiat! So, let's happened! Including some treaty signing! Wonderful! To be clear and all about the League's relation to both of you, so both of you know, the members of the League allied with the Tarkanum Sensoriate and have a treaty of peace, trade and travel with the Astral Republics. I think that says it well! What do you think?" "Dadadada." "Haha, right as well. Hope you two don't mind the wee little one of our third here, she's a darling. Playing so cheerfully with her toys. Ahaha. Taking care of her, because her parents are out bringing some stones back. Anyways, back to what I was saying. What was I saying again?" "Dadada?" "Haha, right you are!"

"So, sorry to barge straight into what I want to say, but I got a little one here, you understand I hope! The Astral Republics have expanded into Theia (24). Both the other two systems the Astral Republics is bordering, of which one the Tarkanum Sensoriate is bordering, I believe their official number is 25 and 27 is. What were their names again?" "..." "..." "In any case, they are still neutral. Understandable, really, if it were not for the Orks! And well, it's not as if the Plutarchy is known to be ever so nice. So look, can you two reach out to both systems? Ensure they are protected from violent Orks and money consumed Urrukai? I don't know if the two of you spoke about the subject with each other already, or how much, so I am contacting you both. If you both will protect the citizen of the systems, can you two reach a friendly accord who protects which system?"

"Now, I'm totally willing to back you two with that, as is the League, in exchange for a simple thing. If you find any Archeotech, please send it our way. We'll offer an additional reward if it's of high grade. And know that if you manage to expand your reach, we're there to back you against threats, especially the Orks. And not just back you in defense, I mean. I'm certain there's quite a few here itching to bring the fight to them! They need to be stopped. In any case, some details are added in this transmission regarding the offer. Please consider it and let me know what you think of it. I'm waiting here on the response." "Dadada!" "As are you, my little wee adorable one, oh you're so cute."

The League offers to assist the Astral Republics and Tarkanum Sensoriate in claiming System 25 with 2 Influence, as well as System 27 with 2 Influence, in exchange for any found Archeotech in the system. Should this result in a Tier 3 or 4 Archeotech, the League is willing to offer an additional reward of 1 stat of choosing next year. Using Influence to assist is possible because the League has open borders with the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Astral Republics.
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Source: https://adoxoblog.wordpress.com/2012/09/12/totally-awesome/

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I WILL RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

WITH RADIANCE I SEND THIS MESSAGE THROUGH THE SECTOR TO PUT OUT THE CALL OUT FOR HELP!

AID IN SAVING A STAR FROM ANNIHILATION!

WITH CERTAINTY I CAST THE SUPPORT OF [8 STAT POINTS] TO PREVENT THIS DIRE EVENT FROM HAPPENING AS I STRIFE FOR MORE!

SAVE THIS GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE ALONG WITH THOSE WHO LIVE ON OR NEAR IT!

STATE YOUR SUPPORT!

[Shadowflick]

A New Deal



King Alziben taps into in unsecured braodcast to the Bridge of Alara's Command Ship. Alziben Sit's in his command center, his sword on his hip as he taps his chin in thought

"The Channels are..somewhat insecure here. So i will leave this brief and Vague. lucky for you, We both know what we may be speaking of. As Promised, Teritory 47 is yours to take, But As for Our deal, i'd Like to change it. At the Moment we are somewhat exposed do to a common nuicense of ours that is also in a much more Vunrable state. in fact, Thanks to our previous attack I doubt they would be able to put much resistance if you took this oprotunity..Do with that what you will. But It's not what I require at the moment. Your free to have your Gigafactory back, no need to pay us per year. isntead, we just need a lump sum. 5 units may be enough. Or...If you'd like, You could invest in us directly with what resources and influence you ahve. The Galaxy seems to think im bloodthristy at the moment. You know that in truth im just greedy" A Wry chuckle comes from his lips, but he shakes his head "In trade, You can relay on our military support keeping your south flank secure, In addition, we can also allow you to use some of our spy networks in order to tap into the communications of other factions throughout the galaxy. THose are the terms, do with them as you will.


Basically, In trade for either 5 Econ or spending 5 econ or any other stat to improve there Devotion by 1, they wil be willing to provide military support

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



"Salutations again to our dear friends on Luvos and Voth! As you say, it's been quite the eventful year (I'm quite nearly run myself ragged a dozen times over). But I'd be lying through my te-well, I'd be lying quite blatantly if I said it isn't a weight off my shoulders to have such good relations with the friendlier half of our neighbors.

Now, as to the future-as per prior agreement, the fine people of [25] are,from our perspective, within the Sensoriate's sphere. They're welcome to it as long as they get there before anyone else! (At which point I'm afraid I must emphasize that all bets are off. I'm sure you both understand that certain comrades of mine would get quite agitated with yet another hostile border).

As for the Solaris System (that is, 27 on your map)-well, speaking for myself I have more than a few friends in the dissident scene there, and I'm quite sure I'm not alone. The syndicate of vampires running the place are looking a bit brittle, being completely honest, and I believe a few comrades of mine are planning something of a direct intervention to bring them down. I'm sure your help would be more then welcomed in keeping the bloodshed to a minimum, and I don't forsee turning over any buried treasure being an issue.

Now, onto the future-I believe a..comrade of mine has spoken to you of our opinions of the orcs, Joyous? We're not fans, anyway. But, well-it wouldn't be accurate to say the Oligarchs are next on our enemies list, since we don't have one (plus that Archo-median jackboot's still hanging around to take the top spot). But a place that sells itself as a plutocracy? Not really popular around here either."

-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics


The unofficial scientific conference has been a great success-if not at anything the Cortex considers worth caring about. Still, as the engineers return, they come with a request to repeat the exercise in the coming year.

[Zweanslord]

Chekto Azure
Devotion: 4.

There is an incoming video transmission to the Union. On display is a rectangular chamber with walls of stark white plates, with small black indents between them. The wall to the back shows a poster of geometric art to the right and a black screen to the left. There's some distance to the wall and standing closer to the camera is a blue skinned humanoid figure. Thin with an elongated head resting on a thin neck. Small black eyes pierce towards the camera, while two horns protruding from the sides of the head rise upwards in sharp points. Three vertical lines form his mouth, from which a soft voice emerges talking in the Arco-Medean language as the lines reverberate.

"Greetings from the planet Kebel. I am Technocrat Curat of Chekto Azure. I hope this transmission reaches the Union of Socialist Robots for the Advancement of the Free and Equal Rights for All Sentient Kind. Please confirm receival of this video transmission."

"First of all, allow me to express my gratitude for the succesful bid the League has managed to place. ORACLE has reached the League's territory without incident. I and many others in the League greatly appreciate to now possess a fine piece of Archeotech and all look towards its first activitation."

"The reason I am reaching out to the Union of Socialist Robots is because my colleague, Victor Glatitot, was not able to have a conversation with any representatives of the Union of Socialists Robots, beyond the placed bid. I suspect the underlying reason to be the poor technology Checkto Ochre uses. Therefore I now try to establish contact, because there are some subjects I, as well my colleagues, would like to address."

"Let me be clear, I, nor other members of the League, seek any quarrel with the Union of Socialist Robots. There is a shared curiosity to the goals and wishes of the Union of Socialist Robots. Therefore I ask to any representative of the Union of Socialist Robots: What do you seek to achieve? If our goals align, we may be able to aid one another. For instance, I understood from prior public messages that the Union of Socialist Robots is at war with the Orks. The League would see the Orks be removed as threat from the Principia Sector, so our goals very much align there. However, given the distance between the Union of Socialist Robots I can imagine it is a battle that is difficult to fight. Perhaps I, or colleagues of mine, can be of assistance there?"

[n0ble]

Dev. 8

The message comes from a killbot whose alt-mode is a great avian, like the rocs of the Old Empire. After several moments spent beating it's wings, the great beast collapses into a more humanoid, feminine form. She introduces herself as Shrike, and presents a vid-recording. The majority of the screen is taken up by the piggy little face of the Union's very own assessor.

Greetings

We apologize. The colonization of Novinus has seen our hands busy with tasks other than that of communication. Our Allies deserve better.

The Union glad the archeotech has reached you safely. May the tools of the Oppressor see better use in your hands. We are glad to be rid of it. The people of Novinus have rejoiced at making contact with your civilization. We offer our thanks for your trust in us, however undeserved it might be. Should you desire, we would be willing to offer services in exchange for forecasts of cosmic phenomenon.

It was our hope that a declaration of war on the orks would encourage a public display of unity amongst the sector. We were mistaken. As is our priorities have been realigned with the most recent attack on the Residency. This cannot stand. If you wish to engage in a similar realignment in goals we would be happen to participate in an exchange of open borders in order to combat the threat the Pirates represent.

Asscessor Phridrian-Rhan



As is becoming increasingly regular, a killbot brings the reply. The thing totters forward, a hologram projector mounted on 4 spindly wire-legs. The killbot's projector cycles through several images. Storm clouds. A pneumatic press crushing an orc head. Several children crying underneath a sky bleached with Cortex-scrimshaw. A burning servicer-bot Each vista is in black and white, slowed down as the projector clicks through the motions of what it depicts. The killbot introduces herself as Strobe.

"Greetings, Organics. Novnius is proving fruitful, though in truth we require more room. There is an evident surplus of population on the planet." The thing swayed a bit towards 66's representative."We calculate that the Pirates Principia will seek retribution. Do-Tora burns. Our summation is as follows: We will aid the machinations of obsfucation and unity in grinding out those responsible for the destruction of synthetic life. Take what prisoners you will of the Admiral and his brigands. We will take none for ourselves." A few more holo vids cycle through the projector: Shallash-Prime, the principle planet of sector 15. A a Plutarch lounging on a hover sofa. Do-Tora burning. Strobe looked from one representative to the other. Her viewing apertures clicked, rotated and whirred around themselves, conveying an inhuman sense of expectance.

"What say you, Organics?"


Pirate hunt? :smallbiggrin: For liberty & emancipation, of course...




Core 0X.

You are not alone.

Killbot VIII

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 6

As the year turns, the people of the Sensoriate watch events unfolding in the galaxy at first with curiosity. Then awe. Then apprehension and fear. The Parliament on Voth is a beehive of activity, delegations from Sterinaize and Essea pushing for expansion deals. The motions are fought over for nearly five weeks in the halls, before it is agreed upon that expansion into neighboring systems will be a gradual process. The Joyous of Voth price the better in the arts of negotiation, debating their peers fairly through proxies in specially appointed null chambers. The debates are televised and broadcasted to all systems under Sensoriate leadership.

After all, if the ascarii cannot win the hearts and minds of their people on a fair battleground, they do not deserve to rule. Adarai and its brethren discovered early on that free people are happier when they feel as though they have a seat at the table. So worm has spent years perfecting this, the art of negotiation.

"Our colleague Yserra is correct," says Minister Havoth of Rieland. One of the loudest voices from the Essean group, the human is well liked at home and abroad. In their files, the Joyous have noted a symmetry to his features that seems to distract female ambassadors (and quite a few male ones as well) whenever he stands to speak. That his vices run so perpendicular to the pleasure centers is a shame. "We have nothing to lose from applying more direct diplomatic pressure. Our first strike against the Orks was a success, but who knows how long it will take for the so called Plutarchy to come knocking at our door? Reports are that they’ve been hard at work building a massive fleet, and they are just as many jump points away."

As Havoth finishes his argument - in the Aemisian style, notes Adarai from outside the chamber - there is a round of applause. The ascarii allows its Host to smile beatifically. The minister has correctly anticipated their next move, and is doing his best to insulate himself with the Joyous. He is likely angling to become one of the Hosts at the end of his lifetime, a practice that is becoming more and more common among certain circles of the Sensoriate. The worm does not understand it, in truth, but it has never held a thought that extends beyond its span of time.

"We are resolved," says the Parliamentary chancellor, and it begins again.

Dearest friends,

The matters of which we now speak is of grave importance. The people of the Sensoriate have been paying close attention to matters at hand in the sector. We see the rampage of the bloodthirsty WAAAAAAGH, although for now their aggression has been quelled. We see the greedy and militaristic eyes of the Plutarchy, who even now continues to amass arms along the Hyperiad Lanes. We see the ships and spies of the old tyrants, even now among us waiting for the time to strike. People used to say, 'here be dragons': how right they were.

But even in this dark hour, know that the Sensoriate of Tarkanum has found some hope. As of this calendar year, we have founded the Principia Alliance, a group of like-minded individuals whose aims are peace and prosperity throughout the galaxy. We only hope that the Alliance will grow in time, with your help! Together, we will stand strong against the vicious and the cruel. Unity is survival.

To all of those who would subvert, tear down, or destroy, the Sensoriate has only shame. The Orks we would never parlay with, as they would not care to read what we have to say. The Plutarchy, by its nature, is little better. They would buy out the stars with weapons and coin and call it peace. Theirs is not a vision that we can accept, and we hope the same is true of all of you. Section 66, for they are surely watching even now, we will address directly: we are not afraid of you. The attacks you inflicted on the vicious Red Wing fleet may have been justified, but their means were nothing short of appalling. We hope that an Arco-Medean never again comes to power in our lifetime.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

While they're not putting out any bounties, the Sensoriate is officially condemning any who provide aid to or make treaties with the Plutarchy of Urruk, the Orks, and Section 66. They promise that harsh diplomatic sanctions will be in order in the form of Influence attacks against anyone who is found to be making deals with these factions in any way.
Fine machines and nanobots all, we bring good tidings!

We of the Sensoriate write to you again, at the turning of the age, to renew our offer of friendship. The last time we spoke, you mentioned a display of unity. Would you be willing to make good on this promise? We have recently had great diplomatic success in stopping the Orks, as well as joining the Principia Alliance, most of whose territories unfortunately surround your own. However, we are prepared to offer you a grand opportunity. Would you be willing to join our great enterprise of freedom and cooperation? If you agree, we can start talks with the League.

Ecstatically yours,

- Eavar

If you are interested in joining the Principia League, the Sensoriate is likely to be on board. They'd be more than happy to count your territories as part of their victory, and start to work to freeze out Section 66 from any dealings.
To our comrades Patriarch Inera and Ambassador Zeiat,

We are thrilled to see that both of your illustrious powers are in agreement as to the nature of how things ought to be! The planets of the Principia Sector are scared and in need of strong leadership now more than ever, and the Joyous see all of our collected powers to be worthy of that mantle. The Commonwealth may yet be part of our union, although we have yet to hear back from them. In the meantime, we here on Voth agree to the terms laid out by the Patriarch: we will take the responsibility of stewardship over Mzerin [25], leaving Solaris to our friends in the Republics. We thank the League for the assisted effort in this venture, as a single front is necessary to peace. As we have no interest in any Archeotech left behind by the tyrants, it would be our pleasure to hand over anything we find to Clan Inera.

To Clan Inera: we have heard the call of Emperor Ultri, and plan to pay the price necessary to prevent disaster. You can count on our support in the matter, please let him know for us?

Now, you may have already received our sector wide missive. We meant every word of it. These menaces are real, and if we are to win the peace, it will need to be done through accords. This past year, our Joyous have slowed the Ork advance by infecting their ships and hobbling their minds. This should give the Plutarchy an upper hand, and ideally weaken both groups to the point where they destroy each other. If any of you are interested in getting involved, we would recommend targeting the Orks or the Plutarchy where it hurts: their spaceships. If there is nobody left to fly them, both factions will be lost in the black.

What we really need to talk about are the other monsters in our galactic closet. The pirates of Zero Stigma seem to have been crippled for now, but that leaves us with a creepy psionic cult in one corner and one of the most dangerous spies in the galaxy in the other. Now, we don't know much about the Cortex, but it's been really quiet in their corner of space. Idrian, though, he's an old monster, one that the sector was better off rid of. For obvious reasons, we're not about to launch into a full battle plan over this unsecured of a channel. If you want to follow up, please send your representatives to Voth. We would be more than happy to use the presidential suites at the Palatinate Gardens again.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

The Sensoriate agrees to the Expansion terms as written (taking 2 Influence to take [25] in exchange for any Archeotech found in the system), and to pay [3 Stats] to help prevent the black hole. They would also like to further discuss actions against Section 66 over PM using VIPs with either/both of you.

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 8

THE HOUR HAS COME. THE GREAT WORK BEGINS NOW.

Section 66

Devotion 6

"Our final after-action report estimates that we took only a handful of casualties. Operational success margins were met, and surpassed. You will see that my briefing includes a list of terminated targets among the pirate crews." His strategy room aboard the Naga is well-lit and spacious, a long conference table where the cell leaders and Shadow Fleet commanders gather. Those in the field - which is most of them, at this juncture - are holoed in for video and voice. At the moment, Deputy Director dun'Eraell has the floor, but the rhox finishes his debriefing by uploading the full 40 page file to the remainder of the officers present.

While the officers peruse over the findings, Director Cantus Idrian watches closely for any signs of compromise. He has always prided himself on being able to spot a tell, to read the faces of his peers and subordinates to guess at their true motives. If a mole were to do any real damage to his operations, they would be have to be present at this very meeting. His command structure is far too decentralized for anyone in the ranks to be anything more than a headache at this juncture. Secrets have ever been his trade, but they have been his heart for even longer.

"Thank you, Deputy Director." The Arco-Medean takes care to inject the right amount of approval into his tone, without appearing too fond. There must always exist the possibility of demotion, or worse. "Admirals Wynarn, Paelion, and Borrath, I want a full status report on your fleet divisions before the end of Kouria's day. We must be ready to mobilize at a moment's notice." As the meeting wraps up and the rest of his officers make their farewells - some more blatantly sycophantic than others, he notes with some disgust - Idrian's mind turns to a few other matters of import. There is the meeting with Kraphix about the device, of course. What best to do with it now is something that he has pondered for some time, and at long last come up with an answer.

But there is something else that he needs to attend to first. An old friend is waiting for him.

"Do you think you could manage a 5 minute game? I'm afraid my schedule will not permit anything longer." The Director of Special Circumstances appears in the same navy dress uniform that Stokirov remembers, the hologram appearing less than five feet away from him. The other half of the table appears in perfect sync with those that the pirate has already laid out. Idrian wastes no time taking the white side of the board.

Sitting down in a chair many billion light years away, Cantus Idrian reaches for a small glass of spirits to pour himself as he studies the man he has called enemy... and friend. The years have aged his rival, although not as much as he might have expected. Although humanity is not the most enduring of species in general, he has to admit that Alziben looks pretty good.

"I thought you might appreciate a special something. You know my Deputy Director has called for your head. Not to worry, I dissuaded him from the notion; you're far too valuable to me alive. Queen side bishop's pawn to C4."
The face that occupies the screen that looks in on Triumvir Jo Al Rashid's office is that of a woman, but the rest of her massive form seems to be shifting landmasses of liquid metal. Her face is completely serene, devoid of any expression anyone could call human. Spokes of dark steel are the only constant, a mane of living silver.

"Good afternoon. My name is Deputy Director Kraphix of Section 66, and I have been appointed as your official liaison for this galactic year." No other pleasantries are offered or accepted, as the syrinx launches directly into her speech.

My superior would like to inform you that recent actions taken by your Commonwealth have interfered with his plans. Your squabble with the Vaktani is proving to be bad for business. Perhaps a misunderstanding was had in terms of territorial acquisition. Nevertheless, as a result of your expansion efforts a potential client and friend has been harassed and backed into a corner. From offscreen, the faintest tapping of a keyboard can be heard briefly.

"Let the agency smooth things out with the Vaktani. They do not have to be your enemy; in point of fact, they might stand to benefit from a friendship. The Director will do his best to argue them down from demanding you give up your recent prize. In exchange, he will give you first right to conquer the remaining systems of Principia Pirata. Director Idrian wants to see humanity grow and prosper. The question is, do you?"
"I apologize for the intrusion, Technocrat, but I've recently been authorized to make an offer in your direction," Casays ptain Tannen over the line he has with the diplomat. Although the deal for Sector 15 has long since been finalized, the Director has seen fit to appoint a proper liaison to the League's nation planets after the ratification of the Principia Alliance. That Section 66 has inevitably gravitated towards Chekto Azure is not exactly a surprise, given Idrian's reputation for surrounding himself with the best and brightest.

"Word from Marathon Station is that you've recently gotten your hands on Archeotech, and are actively searching for more. I have the bargaining power right from high command to trade the Annalyst Drive to you. It's a... program, of sorts, one that helps immensely with long range encryption. We might be willing to part with it, for the right price."

If you're interested in another useful piece of Archeotech (this Archeotech treats your ESP as being higher for several purposes), then Section 66 might well want to make a deal with you for it. They'll be willing to trade either more Archeotech, stat point investments, or other favors, but they want to see what you'll offer first. If Chekto bites, I will send the full description of the object.
The message finds its way to Ambassador Raeka's office on Fortean, bypassing over eight layers of security. It pops up on her personal communications array, waiting to be opened.

Hello. We are aware of each other, but I suspect we will never meet. This is a courtesy call.

We know.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 0

The Pirate-King's message seems to fall on deaf ears. There is no response from the Cortex.

The silence is damning.


Devotion 8

At first, it is naught but a faint scratching sound in the southmost wall of the office of one of Zeiat's assistants. Over the next few days, the wall itself begins to show the signs of the gouges, roughly approximating letters. Four days after the sounds were apparent, a message from the Cortex has been deeply scratched into the wall.

Greetings, Ambassador Zeiat.

I am glad that our recalcitrant scientists were put to good use. The new disciples you provided have taken to Glorious Truth as we hoped they would. It seemed an excellent trade, and we would very much like to continue it this stellar year. Operational pressures may change that, but it is unlikely.

I like to think that despite our... differences (such as your unsettling obsession with individual expression, for instance), we do not necessarily stand on opposite sides. If you feel the same way, then I shall make a proposal.

Do not interfere in the conflict between the Plutarchy or the Orks. Regardless of who triumphs, we are willing to... shield you from the consequences of their expansion, so to speak. Let things pass as they will.

Let us know if this is acceptable to you.

Respectfully,

The High Amygdala
She Who Shepherds The Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities


Devotion 8

A choir on performance amongst the Arusvari suddenly begins singing a very different kind of song - a message from the Cortex. Six hours later, the terrified men and women finally stop their 'performance' - but not before the message has been transcribed and brought to the attention of the closest authorities. It makes its way up the channels of communication until it reaches the right ears.

Greetings.

I am the Nascent Speaker of the Cortex of the Forgotten. I have no quarrel with you or yours. The unity you seek to create is admirable, if misguided.

However.

Stay out of the conflict between the Orks and the Plutarchy, like the Sensoriate has suggested to all. Similarly, we wish to see the conflict between the Pirates and the Vaktani play out as it is - without outside interference from you and your allies.

Interfere in either struggle, and there will be dire consequences. I do not wish for this to pass, but do not force our hand and we will not trouble you.

You do not want us as enemies. Your Alliance is no doubt more powerful than we, but the damage we could do in return... You deserve better than a pyrrhic victory.

Respectfully,

The Nascent Speaker
Preternatural One

[Writtensanity]

Vaktani Permanent Residency

All Messages are sent a Devotion 0



Unfortunately it seems like the lines have been drawn. The pirates lick their wounds in the Orbit of Del-Tora. Abandoned ships and missing crews dot the skies. The last threat the great pirates can offer is calling on a force half a sector away, asking us to let them fester in fear of a greater evil.

Greater evil will have it's time on the chopping block. Greater evil will fall before a peaceful empire like it has millions of times across the infinite sectors of the universe. These pirates are an evil, but they are far from greater.

It is with a sense of duty to all residents of the galaxy, both those staying with us and those in other systems, that we unfortunately need to make a declaration with great sadness.

The Military Arm of the Vaktani Permanent Residency officially declares war on the Principa Pirata.

We are sorry that our sector of the galaxy has come to violence, but we cannot leave a glitch in the system of peace.

We are additionally calling for those in able to help to come to us in this time of cleansing. Whomever arrives as the Champion of Good in the Sector will receive great bounties from the Vaktani Permanent Residency.



The Vaktani Permanent Residency is calling for attacks on the Principa Pirata. Those who join us in our fight will obviously gain standing in the Galaxy as allies of the 6 INF nation. Additionally the 'Champion of Good' (the person who does the most damage to the pirates) will get access to 6 INF, 4 SCI on turn 3. 3 Second will let me know who won that.





We'd hoped you'd be reasonable when your power was at stake. Obviously our systems need recalibrating.





Pardon our lack of intervention in sector 2. Despite our best diplomats coming, the commonwealth was obviously more committed to the cause when our home was being shelled.

Given the chance we'd like to make it up to you, make a show of an alliance between the peaceful nations on this side of the galaxy, obviously our stance of assuming we were among the civilized was a failure in our calculations, maybe one that we wouldn't have made with your guidance.

Let us know if you have terms you'd need in order to come to an alliance.





"Good evening" CORE 0X's combat body begins on the screen. It's being retrofitted. "By now you've heard the news. The Vaktani Residency is coming to war. It's a strange time when a hotel needs to do this sort of thing." He does his best impression of an awkward shift, his emotional simulations are accurate but in the end robots can't be awkward. "We understand our push for the Raptura system in the past solar year wasn't what the residents wanted in the end. The freedom of the individual won out and in the end we are looking out for Organic satisfaction. Allow me to personally promise that we aren't going to question your ownership of the Raptura system, or the willingness of the humans in it unless they remark on it themselves."

"Have a pleasant evening and please consider the needs of both this sector and the people of your commonwealth when you re-read the terms of our broadcasted message. Thank you"





We know.

Our methods might be different but in the end we need to stand together against needless organic aggression. Please consider our national offer. We may speak of more specific terms after the direct broadcast has ended, Vaktani security lines are a touch limited at the moment as we blast the entire galaxy with our call to war.

[3SecondCultist]

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 8

The Vaktani messenger finds themselves ejected rather unceremoniously into space at the Veil Gate. To their consternation, as they approach the area where they are supposed to arrive, they see nothing. There is no star here, nor is there the ark-ship of the Canticle. Instead, a solitary spacecraft remains near a strangely pulsing red field of warped space that seems to occupy a truly immeasurable area of space. By anyone's guess, this field - which is looking more and more like a shield - covers the entire system.

As the envoy approaches, the craft hails them. It's an Exploratory Vessel, one of the ships belonging to Collegia Astra. While not exceptionally armed, there can be no doubt that the systems on board are generations beyond what most others in the sector are capable of mustering. Before the Vaktani detachment can get too close, they are hailed over the local area broadcast network.

"The road to Xenarion is closed. If you wish to discuss terms with the Magisters, please send over an envoy now. Otherwise, turn your ship around and leave this place the way you came."

Section 66

Devotion 6

Five identical envelopes make their ways to Voth, Fortean, Bosphorus, and Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure. The letters within are written in actual paper, penned in an elegant script and signed with tight flourishes.

Rest assured, we understand your indignation at our handling of the Stolikrov affair. Nevertheless, the pirates of Zero Stigma have been and remain a stain on the galaxy. Is it not our prerogative to eliminate threats to galactic security? Allow us to live up to that mandate, at the very least, before you decide to wipe us off your proverbial shoe. We never pretend to deal in anything other than fact.

Section 66 is, and has always been, devoted to keeping safe the order of the Principia Sector and beyond. We have witnessed in our time greater powers than this, and should your collected might decide to strike us down, you will find that we are not easy prey. Rest assured, if any of you attempt to bring destruction down upon our heads, we will do the same to you.

Of course, we would prefer not to be sent to oblivion prematurely. Let us be your knife in the dark, as we were for our shared predecessors. Every regime needs one, no matter how righteous they believe themselves. The agency hopes that you will reconsider your position.

Thank you for your time,

Cantus Idrian, Director of Special Circumstances

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



I'm truthfully quite sorry to say we cannot commit to any sort of offensive plan against the less friendly sorts around us. Now, that's partially because, personally speaking, I don't particularly care for the idea of Idrian's pet Rhox and whatever's living in Limbyx fighting over the right to eat me alive.

But even leaving those particular messes aside-and again, I'd like to say what a pleasure it is to deal with the only reasonable people within half the sector-our resources will be somewhat taxed this year regardless. Beyond the liberation of Solaris, I really cannot commit the Republics to anything major at least another stellar year.

-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics




Raeka's office was a dummy, of course, filled to the brim with intrusive countermeasures and more traditional traps. That the message found its way to her actual personal communicator was a significantly greater concern, and in years past would have been cause to burn the identity and go to ground a few years.

Still, the Shadow Fleet wasn't entirely detached from logistics, and within a couple weeks a logistics officer overseeing a shipment of rations from Suarez tripped an impressive number of security alarms walking through a checkpoint. Along with seemingly airtight evidence of blatant corruption by a dozen randomly chosen lesser officers-truthful in 7 cases and forged in 5-was a reply.

And here I thought the witches had a monopoly on turning a conversation into a series of exhausting power plays.

But I'm blathering. We haven't met, but we certainly know each other-that rhino of yours has executed me a few times and I like to think I've given you a few bad days in return. So I won't lie and say I don't want all your heads on an incredibly elaborate arrangement of pikes. But as we both clearly have bigger issues, why don't you stick to playing hegemon with your half of the galaxy, and I'll stick to mine?



Zeiat has by this point clearly given up and decided to stick to conversations with people who will actually have talk via text or sound or video.

Instead, the reply is sent via a small courier drone filled with a very particular cargo. Only really noticeable as it detonates its self-destruct sequence at a precise point between Limbyx's star and the Cortex's Cathedral, the odd radiation mixes with the normal stellar inputs to create a beautiful symphony-and, for those with enough time and talent and pattern recognition-a message hidden in anomalies in cosmic background radiation.

If the beasts strike, I shall return in kind.

If not, your offer suffices.

My hand will stay. No worlds will die.

[thorgrim29]

The Constantinopolian Commonwealth

Simultaneously, on the Thracian Forum, the Belisarius, and Anthony Linebarger's pied-a-terre in New Istanbul.

Using their very private and very unique quantum entanglement communication devices (I do need my 3 VIPs to communicate privately between themselves after all...) the leaders of humanity were debating the actions to take.

Al Rashid, looking slightly hungover from a night of partying on Voth, finished with their report on the progress of the diplomatic mission.

So far so good for the Alliance. Our reputation took a bit of a hit because of the new system situation but nothing we can't fix. The League is proving to be more stable than we expected, but that's good for us. And I do wish you'd let go of your prejudice against the Ascarii Alara. It's not like there's a dearth of dying people for them to inhabit, and as far as anyone can tell living on their worlds has no detrimental effect. Also you could really use a vacation on Voth

They're parasitical worm aliens Jo, we used to make horror movies about things like that! Plus their beef with Indrian isn't ideal

Yeah the Indiran situation isn't great. Still, I remember those movies too Alara, but hell, it's not like we aren't allied with weirder things right now. I'm with Jo on that one.

Alright, if by the end of the year nothing horrible has happened to the League because of them I'll sign off on joining the alliance. But if that end up biting us in the ass I reserve the right to I Told You Sos for 20 years

Hah, fair

Deal. So, how d'you like the new fleet, and what do you want to do with it?

It is by far the best present I've ever gotten Tony. It it wasn't beneath my dignity I would gush endlessly. As to what to do with it... Well Alzi and the hotel both got kicked in the nuts fairly badly and things all around me are starting to look an awful lot like nails. I don't think we can outright go against the hotel without our allies, formal and not, turning on us. So I say we use this shiny new fleet to go after the pirates. They've pretty much broadcast their intention to go after the cogboys, and whatever their GREAT WORK is they'll probably need to be alive to complete it so I'm sure they'd be grateful for the help. Plus I'm sure we can shake some concessions out of the hotel...

Well we could invite them into the Alliance I suppose. I know the League and Indrian would like that, not sure how the Ascarii would react. But I'm not terribly comfortable with that, at least not as a full member. It is a very creepy hotel chain after all.

We could offer them protectorate status under us. We join in against the pirates and in exchange they vow not to expand beyond their first 2 systems, pay us some sort of tribute every year and in... say 3 years if they've behaved themselves they can sign unto the Alliance as full partners and join in the glory of peaceful prosperity yada yada yada. That should be enough to pay back the cost of warring with Stolikrov and his bunch. We get territory and resources, we keep CORE-X in check, we deal with Stolikrov, Indrian and the Elucidae are happy, 5 birds with one stone.

Hmmm I like it. I'm sure I could draft a proposal to that effect, and I don't see how the League would be bothered

Of course that then makes us the barrier between the Alliance and the Orcs. Not that I'm against the idea, but I'm going to need allies and/or a bigger fleet to deal with that mess. Alzi and his boys aren't good neighbors but they make a fantastic buffer zone...

All right, you two have a finger on the pulse of the other actors, do your thing and we'll see what happens. Now what do you think about the exploding sun message? The League seems to take it seriously at the very least

I don't know what to think. The Exile person sounds like they like sowing chaos and hasn't exactly established their credibility so I'm inclined to disbelief. Even if we assume it's true, what can we do?

Tony and I have lost a world before Jo, it's not something I'd wish on anyone, no matter how rabid. Plus taking a long-term view systems are a finite resource. We need to figure out how credible the threat is, but if it's legit we have to do something

I agree. But I don't know what we can realistically do for either goal... I'll see what my fellow scientists think. So, we have the beginnings of a plan, same time next week for an update?

Yep

Yes


A New Deal



King Alziben taps into in unsecured braodcast to the Bridge of Alara's Command Ship. Alziben Sit's in his command center, his sword on his hip as he taps his chin in thought

"The Channels are..somewhat insecure here. So i will leave this brief and Vague. lucky for you, We both know what we may be speaking of. As Promised, Teritory 47 is yours to take, But As for Our deal, i'd Like to change it. At the Moment we are somewhat exposed do to a common nuicense of ours that is also in a much more Vunrable state. in fact, Thanks to our previous attack I doubt they would be able to put much resistance if you took this oprotunity..Do with that what you will. But It's not what I require at the moment. Your free to have your Gigafactory back, no need to pay us per year. isntead, we just need a lump sum. 5 units may be enough. Or...If you'd like, You could invest in us directly with what resources and influence you ahve. The Galaxy seems to think im bloodthristy at the moment. You know that in truth im just greedy" A Wry chuckle comes from his lips, but he shakes his head "In trade, You can relay on our military support keeping your south flank secure, In addition, we can also allow you to use some of our spy networks in order to tap into the communications of other factions throughout the galaxy. THose are the terms, do with them as you will.


Basically, In trade for either 5 Econ or spending 5 econ or any other stat to improve there Devotion by 1, they wil be willing to provide military support





A video message from Alara Antonia is broadcast back to the pirate king. She looks like a woman resolved to fight through her sadness

I'm afraid the situation had changed ''Your Majesty''. The protection money bought us enough time to build the fleet up, and now we have an Alliance to think of. Your kingdom is crumbling and you've got enemies all around and within. Also, you're sick Alzi, and on some level I think you know that. Surrender to me I can guarantee your survival in comfort. If you don't, I'm going to come for you and put you down once and for all. Your call.




From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid:

Greetings Core 0X. We thank you for your graciousness in accepting the outcome of the whole affair in Raptura. We have watched in distress the feeds of the pirate raids on your installations, and while we previously believed it would be possible to buy peace with Stolikrov and his cohorts we now see that was shamefully short-term thinking as they are after more than simply wealth. And now that he has pledged to go after the Elucidae we fear the same fate might befall First Purchase seeing as it is on the way to the Prefecture's system. We think we can help, but that help will come at a cost. Many among us saw your rise and expansion as a threat to our freedom, which is why we opposed so strongly your efforts in Raptura. We humans are a fiercely individualistic lot after all, and relinquishing control of our lives to AI is aberrant to most of us, even though we understand that your occupants are quite happy, or at least they used top be. Therefore we do not wish to support you now only to see you take over more systems in the future. So, here are the terms we propose:

- We will declare to all that the Vaktani corporation and all it's holdings are a protectorate of the Commonwealth and that an attack against you will be seen as an attack on us.
- You pledge not to expand your permanent residencies beyond Do-Tora and First Purchase. You will naturally be able and even encouraged to open smaller scale resorts for temporary occupancy all over Commonwealth space, and we will support such expansion into our allies' space as well
- We join in the war against the Pirate Clans, of course
- After that war is ended and you have regained control of your home system you will replace any losses incurred as a direct consequence of this war.
- Once that debt has been paid off, and if you have respected your pledge in the meantime, we will end the protectorate, sign a treaty of mutual non-aggression in perpetuity and, if you desire, sponsor your entry into the Principia Alliance

I recognize that these are fairly aggressive terms, but frankly you are not in a great position to negotiate. We are not going to attack you and will quite probably strike against the pirate clans in any case, but if we cannot come to an agreement we will start by conquering Do-Tora from them and welcoming it into the Commonwealth. I hope tales of your wisdom are not exaggerated.





"Good afternoon. My name is Deputy Director Kraphix of Section 66, and I have been appointed as your official liaison for this galactic year." No other pleasantries are offered or accepted, as the syrinx launches directly into her speech.

My superior would like to inform you that recent actions taken by your Commonwealth have interfered with his plans. Your squabble with the Vaktani is proving to be bad for business. Perhaps a misunderstanding was had in terms of territorial acquisition. Nevertheless, as a result of your expansion efforts a potential client and friend has been harassed and backed into a corner. From offscreen, the faintest tapping of a keyboard can be heard briefly.

"Let the agency smooth things out with the Vaktani. They do not have to be your enemy; in point of fact, they might stand to benefit from a friendship. The Director will do his best to argue them down from demanding you give up your recent prize. In exchange, he will give you first right to conquer the remaining systems of Principia Pirata. Director Idrian wants to see humanity grow and prosper. The question is, do you?"

Jo Al-Rashid, consummate diplomat, shows no surprise at the oddity on the screen and addresses her politely yet firmly

A pleasure to meet you Deputy Director. First of all let me start by saying, once again, that while we desire friendship with your organization we do not work for you, and your consistent treatment of us as a subordinate is no way to build a good relationship. That being said, our interests are aligned. Watching the feeds of the devastation the pirates wrought on the Vaktani has rather changed our minds on the situation. We still don't like the way their people are treated, but what happened was beyond the pale.

We now have a fleet significant enough to challenge the so-called Pirate King, and my colleague Admiral Antonia is on her way to do that as we speak. I have also just finished drafting a message to the Vaktani offering them a deal. I am certain you are reading my communications, but in short we will help them fight the pirates off and even join our Alliance if they promise to refrain from building more system-wide permanent residencies and contribute to replacing the losses we will surely take in the fight. I expect a few rounds of negotiations before we arrive to final terms of course, but in any case we are going after the pirates and will not take any further actions against the Vaktani

They smile rather blandly

I trust that takes care of your concerns? As to the pirate clans themselves, any support and intelligence you can offer in our campaign will of course be appreciated. Finally, I was thinking of contacting you in any case for two subjects. First is the Sensoriate. We are considering allying with them, and the hostility between you and them is distressing. We would therefore like to offer our services as a mediator. Secondly can you give any details as to the mysterious Exile's latest missive? It leaves us quite puzzled. If the whole thing is legitimate we need to do something, but at the same time this is a fairly critical time and we don't want to waste resources on fairy tales.


From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid.

Ambassador, we are pleased that the Forum's voyage was a success, and on a personal note I haven't had that much fun since my pop star days. You should be aware that we will be striking at the Pirate Clans soon, their barbarity cannot stand. Our policy regarding the Vaktani has also changed, we are offering to help them retake their world in exchange for some fairly significant concessions on their part. If this goes well we would also, a few years down the road, like to sponsor them joining the Alliance. Any military forces you send to help with our actions against the Pirates will be appreciatedd, and should we find looted archeotech we will be glad to leave it to you according to the terms you laid out last year. I will also be leading a convoy to system 47 to bring it into the Commonwealth fold, your help there will be very welcome.

Tired now, more messages tomorrow to the Elucidae and a few others

[Writtensanity]

Vaktani Permanent Residency believe in public negotiation, as such the following has been posted across all networks :)



You do understand that those are terms that we can in no way accept, correct?

You tell us that we can either pay for a war, (in which case why would you even be fighting?)or you will capture our homeworld instead of liberating it. The Do-Torans rose to power on that world. They created the Vaktani Permanent Residency as a sentient race on Do-Tora to service them. Something we have done without question. You would undo hundreds of years of their work and kick Do-Torans who wish to stay with us out of their home system. The Do-Toras freely chose the lifestyle they live now, and you're going to take it away?

We are willing to speak terms of negotiation once your requests are less... draconian.

Have a pleasant spring, there is always room at the first purchase for the citizens of the commonwealth.

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To All!
(In case it isn't obvious.)

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I ACT TO RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

ONLY WITH YOUR AID CAN THIS STAR BE SAVED!

LET THE LIGHT OF THIS CALL FOR HELP REACH YOU!

I ASK FOR PUBLIC SUPPORT WHERE NONE HAS BEEN GIVEN SO FAR!

AID IN SAVING A STAR FROM ANNIHILATION!

I CALL OUT TO OUR ALLY THE CONSTANTINOPOLAN COMMONWEALTH TO STAND SIDE BY SIDE IN SAVING THE LIVES OF THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I CALL FORTH OUR ALLY THE TARKANUM SENSORIATE TO UNITE IN SAVING THE JOY WITHIN THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I CALL FOR ACTION FROM OUR PARTNER THE ASTRAL REPUBLICS TO JOIN IN SAVING THE MINDS OF THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I PETITION OUR NEIGHBOUR SECTION 66 FOR ASSISTANCE TO ENSURE THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR KEEPS ALL ITS STAR SYSTEMS!

I ASK FROM OUR NEIGHBOUR THE UNION OF ROBOTIC SOCIALISTS FOR THE ADVANCEMENT OF THE FREE AND EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL SENTIENT KIND SUPPORT TO ADVANCE THE RIGHT TO LIVE OF THE SENTIENTS IN THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I SEEK FROM THE PREFECTURE EUCLIDEA AID TO USE THEIR EXPERTISE IN PREVENTION OF THE DEATH OF THE DYING STAR!

I SOLICIT THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK TO COOPERATE TO SAVE THE WEALTH OF THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I APPEAL TO THE CORTEX OF THE FORGOTTEN TO DIRECT THEIR FORCE IN SAVING THE DYING STAR!

I REQUEST THE UNITED PIRATE CLANS OF PRINCIPIA TO SHOW THEIR WORTH IN SAVING THE TREASURE OF A DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I URGE THE ORKS TO LOOK TO THE STARS AND USE THEIR MIGHT TO SAVE THE DYING STAR!

I SUMMON ALL IN THE NEUTRAL STAR SYSTEMS TO RALLY TOGETHER AND SAVE THE DYING STAR SYSTEM!

I BESEECH THE EXILE TO SHARE KNOWLEDGE TO SAVE THE DYING STAR!

I RAISE OUR SUPPORT FROM [8 STAT POINTS] TO [10 STAT POINTS] TO PREVENT THIS DIRE EVENT FROM HAPPENING AS I STRIFE FOR MORE!

SAVE THIS GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE ALONG WITH THOSE WHO LIVE ON OR NEAR IT!

STATE YOUR SUPPORT!

[Shadowflick]

Something New




A follow-up message is soon sent to Core, soon after the Commonwealth's message

"Well then. It seems we've both been played for fools. As it seems, The Commonwealth may have manipulated our forces into warring with each other instead of seeking a new enemy. They Wish to Subjugate you and kill me, and In your eyes, I think that's a good thing! Well, at least it would have. Considering that this is a rather risky situation, I offer you a new deal that may be of interest

First of all, We will let any Do-Taren's who wish to leave the planet be back in your arms in the First Purchase. I've never been much for slave
trading so I've actually left them in a few camps around the planet, Food and water still being given to them. Trust e, I've read of real monsters. I Dont need to be remembered that way.

Second, We will call a ceasfire in this war. neither of us weill go about attacking eachother in anyway. Cannons or cameras.

Third, We both unite to fight off the common enemy of the commonwealth. They have there sights set on both our empires.

In trade for this? Well, I may think of trading to Do-Tora, in trade for the first purchase maybe. But, I was actually going to say that I would open our Hyperlanes for you and let you expand to the neutral teritoris south of us. You are sort of deadlocked up there. Or, We could conquer some of the Commonwealth's planets and hand them over to you. I know, there is bad blood between the two of us. This may not be the start of a great friendship or anything, but It would keep us from destroying eachother for the advantage of a few cowardly manipulators"






King Alziben smiles, Pouring himself the same drink. it seems it had been closed for a long...long time. he was saving it for the occasion

"Five Minutes? Well, I can try. It is disapointeig. it's been years Idrian, i thought you would be happy to see me!" Alziben says, letting the rim of the glass touch his lips. Indeed, Alziben hasnt aged more then a day since Idrian saw him, his Beard still well groomed, and usually looked rugged and weathered beneath his hat, the shroud of shadows giving him an air of intimidation, now seemed young and charming like. the hat placed to the side.

"Oh, thank you for that. I Do like my Head after all. I think it has impecable cheak bones. Im glad to hear that you'd like to keep your chess partner alive. Im honored. Unless you had a diffrent reason to keep me alive..you know I thought of it..But the Director of Sector 66 and The pirate King? Eloping? A love story for the ages" he chuckles, waving a hand away at his joke "Queen's Pawn up two Spaces"

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4

"Dadadada!" "Come here you!" A few more giggles follow and then the following sound of the child is further away and sounding distracted by toys again. "Sorry about that. Now let's get back to what you two, Zeiat and Adarai were saying."

"Good to hear the expansion proposals are accepted! Nice to have that checked off. Adarai, thank you for offering aid with the star problem. I passed on the news to Emperor Ultri, but he insists to have support be announced publicly. Makes sense to me, that's what we're doing, in hopes of others following. Now, I understand if you may not wish to make it public, but, ah, I doubt Emperor Ultri is as understanding. If you have any more help to spare, I and my friend would really appreciate it, as well as whoever is living at the star system. It's also the reason why I can't make any further commitments than the already offered. As soon as we can be sure the star is safe, I and my friend will be able to figure out what the best next step is. Until then, however, the menace we're dealing with is the one about to destroy that star." There's an audible sigh on the other hand.

"Dada da?" "It's fine, wee one." A cough. "Zeiat, would it be at all possible for the Astral Republics to help? I know you said your resources are taxed, but I hope you and your friends can free some up for a good goal. I do agree with you, it's great that the three of us are talking nicely with one another. Wish we could ask just talk nicely to another instead of worse things!"

"Adarai, I'm worried by some of the words you have spoken. I know we're in a sector with factions which pose threats, but besides the Orks who cannot be reasoned with, is it wise to provoke the others all at once? You mentioned peace to be won through accords. Perhaps those same accords may see us make unexpected friends. Unfortunately I admit I do not know how to go about it myself at this time and many of my friends are talking about the extent to help save that star, which takes away attention. Still, I'd be happy to hear ideas." "Dada!" "Yes, you too! Haha. Wait, what are you doing? Come her-" *click* The transmission soon returns with the apologetic Patriarch.

"Sorry again! Also, there's another thing I need to mention, since Adarai seemed so adamant about it in the public message. The League has a deal with Section 66, which is one of non-aggression and leaving system 15 neutral for now. Hope you don't mind that, as Zeiat can agree with, it's better to have neighbours who agree not to eat you."

[thorgrim29]

The Commonwealth



A video of Anthony Linebarger is sent to Emperor Ultri. The old man (who appears to be slightly beyond middle-aged) is sitting at his desk, a wall monitor behind him shows preliminary reports on the issue from his staff.

So, you take this dying star business seriously then? I'm not sure why, this exile fellow sounds like a troll to me. Someone who is trying to spread chaos for some ulterior gain or just for fun. Some people are in it just to see the sector burn after all... Without proof it's Pascal's Wager slightly re skinned, and I made my decision on that one a long time ago. Look, give me a reason to believe this is going to happen and I'll at least direct my scientists to work on the problem with you and lobby to get you more support. It's a start right?



Uncharacteristically, Al-Rashid responds in video. They look angry.

Oh shove it up your ass Stolikrov. The cornered rat routine is beneath even you. By the way did you know somebody on your staff is sending all your messages as public broadcasts? I guess that's what happens when everybody with a shred of intelligence has left.

They calm down

CORE 0X, after conferring with my associates I have some new terms for you. I will send them presently on the usual channels


From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid

Perhaps the opening salvo of this negotiation was a tad aggressive, but I assure you it is a negotiation we are looking for. We do not consider the Vaktani enemies, adversaries at worst.

For starters let me put some water in my wine. Let me know what you think

-We keep the protectorate designation for 3 years, after which we sponsor you to join the Alliance
-The repayments will be limited to a total of ((3 mil increase in whatever combination of stats)) over a maximum of 3 years after the end of the conflict. This is not significantly higher than what you have already promised to anyone who helps you the most in the coming year, and we would be committing to a lasting conflict with the Pirate Clans, not just a raid.
- In addition to Do-Tora once the pirates have been beaten back system 45 will be recognized by us as your rightful spoils of war.
- Provided you do not shed blood taking it we would also not contest your acquisition of system 44
- We both pledge mutual protection against the Orcs

In any case, if we fail to reach an understanding and we end up taking Do-Tora we will be willing to sell it to you for double whatever resources we end up sinking into taking it from Stolikrov.



2 messages are sent to the prefecture, one from Alara Antonia, the other from Anthony Linebarger

First, from Alara:

Hello. You have surely heard that the Pirate Clans have taken the side of the Cortex in your conflict, and that they appear to be gunning for you in a last-ditch effort to maintain cohesion. We are preparing to engage in a campaign against the pirates, so any support you can give us will ultimately go towards your protection. We will welcome frankly anything from direct military aid to technology to resources, etc...

Then:
Is there anything you can share regarding this exploding sun issue?

[Shadowflick]

A Simple Video, Of which has Pirate King Alziben performing a classic human maneuver: the RBF

"Oh no, It's almost like it publicly broadcasting how you went against a deal that involved you paying us to attack the Vakatani for you because you saw them as a threat and were too weak to do it yourself. Ooo, yes, that is a bed thing for me to do. Expose you as backstabbers after giving you a nice deal on territories we wouldn't attacks so that you could colonize and spread peacefully. It's almost like this whole conflict was caused by you in the first place to weaken two neighbors who threatened your borders. Surely, that is not what was happening. I think the fact that you are giving the Vaktani a new deal so soon without even a response is because you fear they will believe me."

"I may be a pirate, but when it comes to deals made, I keep my word. Ask the Eovians, or even you. I followed the agreement to the T. I did not move against you. I Did not take the neutral sector between the two of us. And, I attacked the Vaktani on your suggestion for a fruitful agreement. Now, You have walked back on it. That is not the makings of a good ally. I do hope that Director Idrian has his radio on right now, as do the Principia league. It seems they may have accidentally let a shark in the waters, ready to take a bight out of them when they smell a hint of blood."

"And to the Vaktani, yes, I attacked you. But, it was a business affair. You yourself run one. I hope you understand that. Now that the secondary partner in this deal has backed down and shown their true colors I have no quarrel with you. THe Agreement still stands. I Will grant you open birders THrough Pirata space in order to expand your reach past that corner your in, and Gift you a replacement planet of the Commonwealths. Or, if you prefer it, I will grant you back the Planet I had taken from you and still rant you the open borders deal. In trade, We unite against the one behind our conflict that has weakened us and strengthened them so much more."

[Zweanslord]

Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Incoming video transmission. The same chamber with stark white plates as before shows with the blue-skinned Technocrat Curat visible. The geometric art has changed to another piece of geometric art. Neatly dressed in white, the three vertical lines which form the mouth reverberate.

"Greetings again from the planet Kebel. No need to apologise for any intrusion, Captain Tannen." The blue Checkto looks calm and listens to the offer. Hearing it, the small black eyes of Technocrat Curat start to gleam, narrowing to the screen as the vertical lines twitch. The cheeks move slightly as the head tilts back and forth for a moment. Technocrat Curat's voice no longer sounds as soft as before, instead betraying a keen interest. "You are certainly correct the League is actively searching for Archeotech. Of that, we make no secret. Therefore, your offer is certainly of interest to me and it is with great regret that I state that I am unable to commit to anything in return at this time for the current year." He raises a hand, holding a finger up for a moment. "I do want it. Is there anything I could do to persuade you to keep this offer available to me for later this year or the next?" The finger goes down again as Technocrat Curat looks at the screen, trying to assess the other.

"I will clarify. As you may be well aware, Emperor Ultri is currently involved in trying to save a star and its system. This project of it has quite some sway, even amongst my fellow Technocrats in the Technocrat Council. I hope I do not need to explain why. In any case, until that is resolved, I cannot make any dedications, thus find myself bound to withhold from current negotations. I do wish to negotiate with you, but such would be best done at a later time, for which I hope you are able to reserve the opportunity to myself. I believe it will be better if you withhold further information on the Archeotech until such a time we can negotiate. Well, except perhaps one useful piece of information. How high a tier Archeotech are we talking about?"

"In addition I have another question. Do you perhaps know anything about this Exile and how reliable the shared information is? So far many of my fellow Technocrats have presumed it true, given the accuracy of last year's effects. Would be prudent to know whether this assumption holds. Similarly, it would be prudent to knowSection 66's view on the latest announcement of the Exile, therefore I ask whether you can share that with me?"Pending Communications

Checkto Azure is preparing a reaction to U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.
The League is preparing a reaction to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth.
The League is preparing a reaction to the Cortex of the Forgotten.

Emperor Ultri awaits a public response from all.
Clan Inera awaits response from Tarkanum Sensoriate and Astral Republics.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Zeiat sighed into the video call, drumming one hand on the railing just out of shot "It's not entirely impossible, truthfully, but it depends on how a few other things work out. We're in a somewhat delicate position, and a great deal of our security depends on having a big enough stick to hit back if anyone thinks we're easy pickings. Raeka calls it the Strangelove doctrine, I think? Some human culture thing.

But anyway, we might be able to dedicate some information gathering assets to the cause this turn, depending on how certain things turn out. All in the air, I'm afraid.

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I ACT TO RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

YOUR AID IS REQUIRED TO SAVE THIS STAR!

WORD REACHED ME THAT THERE ARE DOUBTS AMONGST YOU!

DOUBTS WHETHER THE EXILE IS TELLING THE TRUTH!

I WILL NOT TAKE THE RISK TO SEE A STAR'S LIGHT DISAPPEAR IN OUR TIME!

IF THIS BE FALSEHOOD I WILL LEAD THE COMMITTED RESOURCES TO ENSURE NO MORE LIES WILL BE SENT!

I ALSO BRING SPLENDID NEWS FOR THE CALL FOR HELP HAS REACHED ONE!

THIS FACTION HAS PRIVATELY OFFERED AID WORTH OF [3 STAT POINTS]!

I DOUBLE THAT SUPPORT BY RAISING OUR SUPPORT FROM [10 STAT POINTS] TO [13 STAT POINTS] TO MAKE THIS A TOTAL OF [16 STAT POINTS]!

HELP US PREVENT THIS CATASTROPHIC EVENT FROM HAPPENING!

SAVE THIS GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE ALONG WITH THOSE WHO LIVE ON OR NEAR IT!

STATE YOUR SUPPORT!Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Technocrat Curat sends back a video message, though for the first second he seems to be straightening himself out, ironing out any hint of former surprise from his face. "Greetings from the planet Kebel, Asscessor Phridian-Rhan. Know that ORACLE will be treated well and I will certainly be interested to make an exchange of knowledge once gained. I hope to contact you next year once we have activated ORACLE and are in a position to trade obtained information."

Technocrat Curat's eyes narrow slightly in assessment of the other party. "I have to admit I am quite surprised by the friendly response from your end. Happily surprised, I will hasten to add. Calling us allies while we have no signed treaty amongst us honours myself and others of the League. As no accords were able to be struck last year, this indicates open venues for both our factions to establish closer relations."

"I regret we were unable at the time to add a public display to your call of war against the orks. Considering the members of the League consider the orks to have declared war to all in the sector, we do not see the point to declare it once more. But allow me to get back to the open venues I mentioned. As you are interested in open borders, let me know I am certainly willing to arrange such a treaty should other terms be agreed upon as well. These terms will need to be ironed out over a longer course of time due to bureacracy, but the summarised points are simple. We both agree to non-aggression and open borders to one another. In addition, this open borders should not be used to attack any allies of the other. Currently, the League considers the Constantinopolan Commonwealth and the Tarkanum Sensoriate as its allies. This should allow you the opportunity to further negotiate with our neighbours for further access of space."

"While I am willing to arrange such a treaty, I do need some answers from your end, Asscessor Phridian-Rhan, to convince the other members of the League. What goals and motives do the members of the Union of Socialists Robots have? To not skirt away from what may be a sensitive subject, the base of the Union of Socialist Robots was formerly a prison in which the prisoners were trained to war by the most unorthodox means. Now that is clearly a thing of the past, but is intended for the future? I know the Union of Socialist Robots seeks the advancement of the free and equal rights for all sentient kind, but what does that mean concretely? What kind of next steps can be expected?"
The call from U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. to both the League and Section 66 is answered by Technocrat Curat of Checkto Azure. With a white background, along with the geometric art and a screen, the Technocrat seems calm as he delivers a response. "Greetings from the planet Kebel. Unfortunately I cannot commit to any actions at this time due to the situation with the dying star keeping us busy. Should that issue be addressed succesfully, I would certainly be willing to discuss the matter further. Until that time, I do wish any the best to bring order to the Principia Sector." The Technocrat's calm wavered as he spoke, his black eyes twitching as he had to tell he could not commit to anything. It's annoyance, not directed at the others, but at his own position of being unable to strike an accord here.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

I will be sure to arrange political support to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth to reach the people of system 47, as proposed in my last message.

Unfortunately I cannot offer any further assistance at this time. The Arusvar Republic, as are many of the other members of the League, are concerned with the message about a star system that may disappear. Therefore it is very difficult to arrange anything else. I was made aware a message from the Constantinopolan Commonwealth was sent to Emperor Ultri. In the meantime, they have responded and I hope their response does not offend. I believe it does not directly answer your question, however. As far as I am aware, we do not have direct proof, because that is what the Exile is purposefully witholding for us, otherwise we'd know where we should direct our efforts to save a star system. Still, last year the effects detailed by the Exile were true enough and the risk of seeing a star end is dire enough for many of us. If this is a bluff by the Exile, which I actually would hope considering it means no lives will be lost with the loss of a star system, many of us are not willing to take the chance and as Emperor Ultri said, they will lead all contributed to deal with the Exile should it be a lie. That hopefully should ensure no further lies to be spread.

I hope that explains the League's position at this time and why I cannot make further commitments. I hope the Constantinopolan Commonwealth to add to the effort as I doubt any of us would like to see the destruction of an entire star system. In any case, please keep me updated regarding your negotiations with the Vaktani Permanent Residency. The fate befallen to them is certainly dire. Know that the League is very open to see them join the alliance we have established as we would rather see peace over war amongst our neighbours, though I am under no illusion that can be achieved with the United Pirate Clans and wish you luck in punishing them for their aggression against Do-Tora.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New IstanbulClan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Dada!" "Yes, you're right, I have to tell that. Adarai, I sent another message to Emperor Ultri to ask him to accept the offer even if was not public, but as you may have received, he did make it kind of public how much help has been offered, even if the source has been kept private. I hope you don't mind, he just wants to save a star and hopes that this will get others to back the project."

"Zeiat, I understand that there's much that can be done. But if it's a delicate position you are worried about, with worries about anybody thinking you are easy pickings, then I believe there should be an easy solution to that problem, which should see you free up resources. Seems like we're all friendly here, so Adarai what do you think about extending the Alliance we're in to include the Astral Republics? We'd all have each other's backs and nobody could be considered easy pickings, making this part of space a saver place. What do you two say?"

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]


Zeiat sight, drumming his fingers for a long moment before replying "This is slightly awkward, I'm afraid. Our Consensus has come down strongly in favor of, well, lets say a policy of ententes. Cooperation, non-aggression, mutual support on our many shared issues, and similar pleasant ideas I'm sure we're all fully in favor of. But a public alliance is a matter of, well, alliance. Alignment. Endorsement.

And, while both of your fine governments are quite popular on Fortean and Theia, I sadly cannot say quite the same for some of your other treaty partners. I'm sure you're both quite aware why an agreement with 66 is rather politically toxic among my comrades, and the Commonwealth's antics over the last year have no exactly inspired a massive amount of goodwill either. Using pirates as a deniable catspaw then tossing them aside when convenient, and all. So I'm afraid that, at least for the moment, I must respectfully decline on behalf of the Republics as a whole.

But anyway, I do actually have somewhat happier news. I pinged Danel to review what he insists on calling a general budget, and the cybernetician are willing to allocate [6 stat points] to preventing the catastrophe. Even though Raeka might literally have my head for it. So, very provisionally, you understand-if we can be sure it won't be wasted effort."

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 6

The Parliament Hall on Voth is visible in the background of the live feed of over forty assembled figures of different races. They all stand gathered on the steps of the shaped carbonari marble and hard light. Anyone who knows anything about them knows them to be the collected Hosts of the Joyous: people of all walks of life who have signed over their bodies to serve beyond death as the vessels for the ascarii felicis who guide the paradise of the Sensoriate. At the front stands an elderly human man, well-known to be the Host of Adarai itself. When it speaks, its voice is magnified nearly ten times over.

"To all in the galaxy with hope in their hearts!

The good and happy people of the Tarkanum Sensoriate want the galaxy to know that we respect the sanctity of life, and the pursuit of joy in all things. No end could be farther from our minds than utter annihilation at the hands of fate. We have pledged our aid to the illustrious Emperor Ultri of Ztar in the form of [3 INF]! Know that the Joyous are shepherds of love above all, a force that is greater than death itself.

Anyone left in the sector who is capable of empathy, we would urge you to stand alongside the powers of the Principia Alliance and prevent this disaster. It may not be your home that are in danger, but the Exile may yet have a point about this threat. A wise man once said that regret, by definition, comes too late. Do not give the Principia Sector a chance to regret this coming year.

The Joyous hope that you will make the right decision."

Gentle colleagues,

I find myself in a predicament. That is to say, the Joyous are split about what to do at this time. We have made our stance on fraternizing with Section 66 clear: Idrian is the worst kind of snake, and he is sure to betray us for his own position sooner or later. He cannot be trusted, and any of you who are in concord with him threaten the fabric of any future dealings the Sensoriate might have with you.

As things stand at the moment, we have decided not to ask any League members from recanting from their deal with Section 66. However, we do ask that no further diplomatic overtures are made - whether publicly or not - and that at the end of your three-year deal, you sever all ties with Idrian's lot. Furthermore, some of us in the Sensoriate have agreed to impose diplomatic sanctions to be taken against some of the League worlds. I myself am not partial to this, as I believe that we threaten the very unity we are working towards, but I am not the only voice in my Parliament, and I must respect the happiness of my people.

The sanctions would be thus: for the upcoming year, we will impose a tax from your treasury as financial compensation. This tax will be minimal - we do not want to unduly hurt your coffers - but my other peers are insisting that we stay the course. If we are seen playing favorites with the League, it hurts our credibility across the galaxy. Furthermore, if we back down at the first hurdle, then our gestures will mean nothing and our foreign policy will take a hit.

Ambassador Zeiat, we understand completely your motive for not wanting to join our alliance as of yet. This business with Section 66 is rather souring everything. We only hope that time will prove the Principia Alliance the best alternative, or at worst the lesser of all possible evils. Our doors are open to further agreements beyond the expansion project, and we wish you all the best for the remainder of this year.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

The Sensoriate is going to ask the League to pay them a minor tithe in the form of [2 ECO] this turn, as a way of staving off accusations of favoritism or toothlessness on their part. They will be asking the same of U.R.S.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. in their missive to them.
Hello, steel sentinels!

We of the Joyous write to you of a matter of great import. We have it on good authority that you have struck a deal with Section 66 to maintain the neutrality of Sector 15. Unfortunately, Idrian's lackeys have made operating in this sector complicated for the time being. The Sensoriate has chosen to extend a lesser price to you and to the League, as you had already made your deal with Sector 66.

However, in the interest of remaining fair to all, we would ask a small tithe of you to demonstrate your understanding of the situation. We here on Voth have nothing but respect for the robotic minds of Novinus, and do not want to have to apply public pressure to your group to bend. We hope that you can show some understanding for the complexities of our situation, and that you will show wisdom in your reply.

Ecstatically yours,

- Eavar

So the Sensoriate is going to ask you to pay them [2 ECO] this turn, as a way of stopping anyone from reading your correspondence and accusing them of favoritism. They're making the same demands of the League, and are promising to use these stats to eventually hurt Section 66.

Prefecure Elucidae

Devotion 8

Both ships from the Commonwealth worlds find themselves ejected rather unceremoniously into space at the Veil Gate. To their consternation, as they approach the area where they are supposed to arrive, they see nothing. There is no star here, nor is there the ark-ship of the Canticle. Instead, a solitary spacecraft remains near a strangely pulsing red field of warped space that seems to occupy a truly immeasurable area of space. By anyone's guess, this field - which is looking more and more like a shield - covers the entire system.

As the envoy approaches, the craft hails them. It's an Exploratory Vessel, one of the ships belonging to Collegia Astra. While not exceptionally armed, there can be no doubt that the systems on board are generations beyond what most others in the sector are capable of mustering. Before the detachment can get too close, they are hailed over the local area broadcast network.

"The way to Xenarion is shut. It will remain so until the next year. Please return to the Veil Gate and leave this system immediately."

Section 66

Devotion 6

The syrinx does not react openly to any of the points offered to her, and waits for half a moment before replying.

"Your promptness in this matter will not go unnoticed, Triumvir. Fulfilling our desires in this quarter of the sector will see the swift rising of your Commonwealth as well as our own agenda. We anticipate that the Pirates will be seeking allies, although our calculations are that any lasting alliance would be a long shot at best. The candidates for such a partnership are few, and most of those are already committed to other ventures. Therefore, we anticipate perhaps one or two more years before they are ground out of existence entirely. My employer also appreciates your candor on the matter of intra-species relations. He has told me to tell you that a good relationship with the Commonwealth is indeed at stake here.

Before I leave, I have been sent one request from the Director, this one of a more personal nature: if you would not mind, please do your best to keep Stolikrov himself alive. The Director still has uses for the man, despite the staggering amount of property damage he has caused in under a year. However, Section 66 would not want to tie your hands too much, so feel free to consider this a mere request."
Captain Tannen's features tighten slightly at the refusal, although he nods stiffly at the various questions asked of him.

"That is unfortunate. I will see that your request is passed up the chain of command, but I don't anticipate that being much of a problem. The Annalyst Drive, beyond its purpose in reading messages, is believed to be an Archeotech of modest potential. From what our Director has spoken of it, the piece was designed in order for the Empire to track the scientific development of other star-faring nations in the sector and beyond, so as to maximize intervention in other civilizations. We will return next year to see what you are willing to pay for it. Perhaps you might have Archeotech to trade?

As far as the Ultri and black hole situation is concerned, we have been advised not to trust the Exile. We believe him to be affiliated with the Prefecture in some manner - either one of their disciples or a former offshoot of theirs - and nobody knows better than the Director the meddling potential of those forge-priests. We don't intend on forwarding any of our resources towards a problem that is statistically improbable at best. Hopefully that answers any questions you have."
"Queen's pawn to C4. I thought better of you, Stolikrov, to be putting yourself in a queen's gambit scenario this early on."

While the piece on the board moves according to Idrian's will, the Arco-Medean allows his eyes to wander over the scene. There is much to take in here, and he files away many notes for later reflection. It is a unique trait, among his species, to have nearly perfect recall. The Empire spent nearly two hundred years honing the gene pool to maximize the potential for intellect, but all that did was create a society of scientists too advanced for their own good. Idrian had forgone the final phase of Arco-Medean evolution, remaining at the higher end of the 'mortal' tier. His contemporaries had mocked him, called him insecure for wanting to stay a big fish in a small pond.

That they were no longer here did not diminish the laughter. If anything, he could hear it all the more clearly from behind the curtains of his closed eyes. They had never understood, of course. Cantus had never dreamed of omniscience, of being a part of the grand experiment of his race. The collectivization of the intellect led to many wonders, but where had it ultimately taken his people? That he could not conceive of it, even now, was reminder of how far he had fallen from the standards of his peers. They're children, playing in the ruins of what their forebears left behind. In a way, he was too. He could not blame any of them their ignorance. What the Arco-Medeans left behind was beyond him as well. His gift had been in people, not machines. But in this universe of ours, people remains a valid currency. As long as that was true, there would be a place for him, for Section 66.

Belatedly, Idrian realized that Stolikrov had said something untoward. He rolls his eyes at the juvenile banter, but decides to play along for now. "Yes, I can picture our wedding day now. We fire off torpedoes into deep space en lieu of doves, and the reception is held over the burning of a sovereign planet. Neither of us would accept anything less."

[bc56]

Plutarchy of Urruk

A voice crackles through the interstellar void, carried on radios broadcasting from interstellar courier drones. No effort is made to secure the message.

"Friends, neighbors, customers.
My name is Mrala Tempur, of the Council of Seven, of the planet Urruk, of the Urr system, and of the Customer-States of Korrat Tor and Lethius. I have heard your plea, and I am happy to help. Already, my loyal employees are on their way to provide aid to yours, Emperor Ultri of Ztar. That's all, everyone, good luck this year, and think of Urruk for all your manufacturing needs!"

Plutarchy of Urruk donates 6 stat points to the effort to save the dying star

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I ACT TO RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

I BRING SPLENDID NEWS OF GREATER SUPPORT!

THE TARKANUM SENSORIATE ACTS TO RESPECT THE SANCTITY OF LIFE WITH A SUPPORT OF [3 INF]!

THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK ACTS WITH A DONATION OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

ANOTHER FACTION ACTS WITH PRIVATE SUPPORT OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

TOGETHER WITH OUR SUPPORT OF [13 STAT POINTS] THAT IS A TOTAL OF [28 STAT POINTS]!

A TOTAL OF [36 STAT POINTS] IS REQUIRED THEREFORE [8 STATS POINTS] ARE STILL REQUIRED!

I GREATLY APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!

MORE SUPPORT IS NEEDED SO I CONTINUE THE CALL FOR SUPPORT!

HELP THIS COOPERATION TO PREVENT THIS CATASTROPHIC EVENT FROM HAPPENING!

SAVE THIS GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE ALONG WITH THOSE WHO LIVE ON OR NEAR IT!

STATE YOUR SUPPORT!Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Hold on, a moment." The transmission is broken for a moment. When Patriarch Folta Inerna takes back up the call, there is no longer a sound of a child in the background. He lets out a soft sigh before starting to speak. "Alright, this is a lot to take in. Let's see, alright, Zeiat, I understand your point about alliance and well, that may be more than is needed to take care of your concerns of being a target. A defensive pact may fit better? Though I don't know if that's doable given the words Adarai just set and I'll come to in a moment. In any case, I'm very happy to hear Danel is able to provide support to Emporor Ultri's project. I informed him, though as you may have noticed, he went off with the information at once. Hope that's no problem and know your help is greatly appreciated!"

Folta then coughs a moment. "Adarai, let me be be direct about your request. I cannot offer what you ask, because as I said before, I cannot make any further commitments than those already offered. The League is looking towards keeping the star save and that is still not resolved. Now, if you were to double your support towards saving the star, then I am sure I could find a listening ear amongst my friends. But otherwise, I would need to convince them to, with the demanded tax and offered expansion support, to support the Tarkanum Sensoriate more than the Sensoriate offers to save the dying star. I hope you can see why I cannot offer that. If on the other hand you wish to receive financial support instead of direct political support in the offered expansion deal, that can surely be arranged."

"Still, that's tackling the demand as it stands. I want to take a hop back. Adarai, the League's non-aggression agreement with Section 66 was done before your announcement stating we should not make such deals. It's also a non-aggression agreement, not some kind of deal where we provide aid or sign an alliance with them. So I am honestly rather surprised by the reaction you state of those in the Sensoriate. A demand to sever all ties and a demand to pay tax. I'm confused as to the expectations of the Tarkanum Sensoriate here. To sever ties means undo the non-aggression agreement, but why would aggression with Section 66 be desired at this point? There's Orks and United Pirate Clans to worry about, both who pose a very real threat, as we can see by the rampant expansion of the Orks and the attack against Do-Tora."

"What I am basically asking is what kind of threat you see here and why that warrants hostile relations with Section 66. I understand the concern of the Joyous that Idrian is not to be trusted, but as long as there are the other elements of danger you yourself have broadcasted Adarai, do you really expect him to take action against any of us three? I certainly heard the stories how Section 66 was an aggressive secret police when the Arco-Medeans ruled, but this is not a galaxy which knows peace, nor is ruled by the Arco-Medeans. I'll certainly admit that I have not had to deal with Section 66 myself so I am uninformed and would like to be informed. Therefore I wish to know what you are thinking on the matter and your own experiences and views, so I can take that into account."

"Zeiat, much of the same I wonder about the Astral Republics. What gives rise to the politically toxic opinion of a non-aggression agreement in these times when greater threats are present in the Principia Sector? I am simply seeking to understand both your perspectives, as I feel I am missing something here. That goes for what you mentioned about the Commonwealth's antics as well, Zeiat. What do you mean by using the pirates as a deniable catspaw? I understand cats are human pets and have paws, but I don't quite get how that applies here."

"To be clear, I want to understand both of your views and see what can be done, as it's clear both of you dislike the current situation."Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

"Certainly an interesting piece of technology you mention!" Technocrat Curat finds it hard to hide the sheer interest he has in the device. "Unfortunately I cannot offer any Archeotech in return, because as you might know, many of the League members desire Archeotech and would hate to give up any. Still, I am looking forward to further negotiations when the opportunity does arise. Perhaps an accord may be struck in advance? What kind of price would you have in mind for the device?"

"As for the Exile, thank you for your answer. That certainly answers my questions. I think it would be wise for me to contact Prefecture Euclidea regarding the matter then."
Incoming video transmission. A chamber with stark white plates showing the blue-skinned Technocrat Curat at the foreground. In the background hangs geometric art and a screen. Neatly dressed in white, the three vertical lines which form the mouth of Technocrat Curat reverberate.

"Greetings from the planet Kebel to the Prefecture Elucidae. I am Technocrat Curat of Checkto Azure. I seek information and I hope the Prefecture Elucidae is able and willing to help me as well as my colleagues. Some time ago a person calling himself the Exile has broadcasted a message stating a star system is in danger. I gained information that the Prefecture Elucidae may have been affiliated with him in the past. Therefore I would like to ask the following question. How reliable do you deem the broadcast to be concerning the death of a star?"Arkian Network

A message is broadcast through the Principia Sector, originating from Ztar.


Dear people of the Principia Sector,

The Arkian Network condems the attack on Do-Tora by the United Pirate Clans.

The loss of lives, the destruction caused, the intereference in the duty of the Vaktani Permanent Residency to take care of their creators, all will be remembered by the Arkian Network. The sacrifice of all who came to the defense of the Vaktani Permanent Residency will be remembered by the Arkian Network.

For the future the Arkian Network wishes to see the Vaktani Permanent Residency take back their rightful home system and bring back paradise to the descendants of the Do-Tora creators. The Arkian Network wishes to see this scenario become reality, no matter its estimated chance.

When the broadcast of the Arkian Network ends, it takes a few moments, but then there is quite some chatter on the League communication lines. From it can be learned that the Arkian Network's statement was not coordinated with the other League members. There's a lot of diplomats asking what is going on, why the Arkian Network did this and what others are doing.

The reason why the Arkian Network did this is simple, for it sees in the Vaktani Permanent Residency a similar goal, namely to protect its creators. Where the Arkian Network is unable to revive its creators, the Vaktani was giving them paradise and that is now taken from them. The Arkian Network clearly wishes the same thing does not happen to the Vaktani Permanent Residency as has happened to the Arkian Network.

Meanwhile the opinion on the broadcast is divided. While there are a few who don't really seem to care, there are those who think it stupid for such a broadcast to happen, fearing retribution, while others think it is good a statement is made, these are notably those suffering from criminal activities and would see it end. Still, in the mess that is League politics, no further announcements are made as no other diplomat seeks to raise the ire of other disagreeing diplomats.

Still, it is evident no support is given to the broadcast in actual action either, with the dying star beeing deemed of greater priority. The above message is only the Arkian Network expressing its bad opinion about the transpired events.Arusvar Republic

One of many news messages on public media concerning the same topic being broadcasted in the Arusvar Republic. Any intelligence service can pick up this information by watching the news of the Arusvar republic. The message below is from the People's News Broadcasting (PNB).

"Welcome to the PNB of 10 in the evening! I am your news host Uvuli."
"And I am your news host Junal. Uvili, we've had some terrible news come in today."
"Absolutely, Junal. In the city of Muhalinaia a choir has been singing an entire six hours!"
"That is a long time, Uvili. Dear watcher know that they were not singing for any kind of world record, but far worse."
"Please be aware that the followage footage may be considered shocking."

What follows is a recording showing a choir on performance of Ajun who look terrified and are singing in a harmonious and morbid voice. "-than we, but the damage we could do in return... You-" The image pans, showing other people looking very concerned at the singers, including Investigator Shajera investigating the event. The camera then switches back to the studio with the two Ajun.

"Interference from far off world has caused these singers to sing the same message for six hours long. At the end they were horrified and terrified. Dealing with a severe mental trauma, they are all hospitalised and being looked after."
"A terrible event. The message is from the Nascant Speaker of the dangerous Cortex of the Forgotten, a group which controls of the Limbyx star system. How did they manage to do this, Uvili?"
"Psionics, Junal. All to send a single message."
"Let's see it now."


Greetings.

I am the Nascent Speaker of the Cortex of the Forgotten. I have no quarrel with you or yours. The unity you seek to create is admirable, if misguided.

However.

Stay out of the conflict between the Orks and the Plutarchy, like the Sensoriate has suggested to all. Similarly, we wish to see the conflict between the Pirates and the Vaktani play out as it is - without outside interference from you and your allies.

Interfere in either struggle, and there will be dire consequences. I do not wish for this to pass, but do not force our hand and we will not trouble you.

You do not want us as enemies. Your Alliance is no doubt more powerful than we, but the damage we could do in return... You deserve better than a pyrrhic victory.

Respectfully,

The Nascent Speaker
Preternatural One

"A worrying message indeed! What is the police doing about it, Junal?"
"As best as they can helping the singers and relatives. But about the contents of the message, they have passed it on to the authority of the government."
"And what did they have to say about it, Junal?"
"A lot of concern was expressed, but no concrete action is yet taken. The Arusvar Republic, like many of the League members, are busy with the dying star instead."
"Certainly a pressing concern as well. We will keep you informed should we have any more news on the subject! A good day from Uvuli of PNB."
"And a good day from Junal of PNB."

[Writtensanity]

The cold winds of Alshatay whipped around the the central headquarters of the Vaktani Corporation. Service bots were still working on the building itself, working to make it aesthetic for the public that would be allowed inside the building, though thay knew that no Do-toran or native Alshatayans would be interested in making the trek up the Beak of the North to see some service bots working.

If anything, the Do-Torans were more likely to end up on the moons around Alshatay where the factories had been driven into overdrive. The Exile had been right about the previous year being a good one for factory work, and the Vaktani hadn't let that go to waste. Massive warships were powering up their cannons for the first time, fighters were testing maneuverability and, strangely enough some Do-Torans were getting affixed with power armor.

It was a challenge, fitting 15 foot tall pterosaurs with power armor that was as comfortable as a stay with the Vaktani but for many of the Do-Torans, getting kicked off their homeworld made them angry, primal, they wanted blood and the Vaktani experience was all inclusive.

That being said, a star was dying and there wasn't much time to save it. Something needed to be done about that as well, it was going to be an interesting year to try and run a hotel.

Four communications pending on the console, neither send. Two directed to the Principa Pirata and two directed toward the Commonwealth. In the end they would probably decide the fate of this sector of Principa.

For now, there were less dire communications to send.







Hello dear members of section 66, I do believe we caught some of your drones on camera during your intervention against the pirates. I do believe thanks is in order for that.

Additionally, we would be interested in your opinions on both the Commonwealth and the Principa Pirata, knowing more about the opinions of other factions will help in our choice of who to work with in this unfortunate battle that seems to be coming. Please leave your feedback below!

Remember, if any of your members choose to retire, the Vaktani Permanent Residency is always open to you.

CORE 0X





Oh Joyous Ones!

It has been too long since we have had contact with you. We regret the time we have wasted. We understand that you have been working with people on your side of the sector and were wondering if you could put us in communication for some of them. I understand that we have the Orks to worry about over there, but I require opinions on the pressing matters on this side of the galaxy. I'm sure you've been reading our messages.

Have a wonderful day and let us know your opinions .

CORE 0X





Pardon the delay on our intervention.

The Vaktani Permanent Residency commits our scientists for the solar year to discovering the key to saving a dying star. [4 SCI] is now committed to keeping the Galaxy safe from threats beyond our comprehension.

Have a wonderful day,

CORE 0X

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 6

Respected peers,

Perhaps we on Voth have not properly illustrated the danger that Section 66 presents. Idrian may not be attacking us right now, but none of us would be so foolish to sign a non-aggression pact with them. The idea that they would respect such an agreement is an idea that ignores what they are, at their heart. Aggression is not desired, but it is an inevitable outcome so long as the agency remains a force in the sector. They may not be attacking any of us right now, but we cannot ignore what Section 66 has already proven capable of, given time and focus. Section 66 can attack any of us at any time. We will be focusing our attentions their way before too long, and it would be for the best that we were not restricted in our timeline. As far as we can tell, your agreement ties your own hands. How long before it tries to tie ours as well?

As to the matter of taxation, the attitude here in the Sensoriate was simply one of dues to be paid. We have little need for a tithe, the gesture was to be a symbolic overture and one that might help us to pay forward a threat against Idrian in the years to come. The Ork threat remains on the other side of the sector for now, embroiled with the Plutarchy. It is our hope that these groups will devour each other, to the point where we can all absorb or co-opt what remains. Ambassador Zeiat, we understand that your people are nearer this fight than anyone, and we may yet come to terms about helping you take your rightful place in that theater.

However, our point stands. If our agreement cannot be met, then we will have little in the way of choice. We do not wish to attack an ally or break our word so soon after the creation of the Principia Alliance, but if the price cannot be paid, then we will be forced to take other action. We must make the most of our resources. After an interim meeting, the Parliament has decided that the price for not backing out of the Section 66 deal will be the revoking of our support for Emperor Ultri's initiative. Statistically speaking, it is a gamble that the Sensoriate is willing to take, but we hope it will not come to that.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

So the Sensoriate will go back on their payment of [2 ECO], but the price for that will be revoking their promise of [3 INF] to the black hole project. Like I said in their missive, they want to maximize their preparations against Idrian right away.
The message comes in a video broadcast, simply displayed from a light scouting craft sent to Limbyx alone. On it is the image of a beautiful looking woman with pale blue skin and tentacle limbs, wearing the fine apparel of one of the Joyous.

"Hi there! I'm Eavar, of the Tarkanum Sensoriate, and I'm here - well, not here here, you understand - to deliver a message. See, I've been tasked as the foreign liaison for the Cortex, and I thought to myself, 'what's a great way to get their attention that isn't broadcasting their messages all over the galaxy?' I know, I'll charter a remotely piloted ship and talk to them that way! So here I am.

As to my message: the rest of my peers in the Joyous have asked me to come on a fact-finding mission. You see, after your private communique with the Principia League was leaked, some members of Parliament were curious as to why you saw fit to obey our directive. The truth is, we don't really know much about you or what you want, as a people. You're this unknown in a whole galaxy of relative known variables, and that troubles some of my government. Now I'm not here to offer an alliance - because let's be real, if you'd wanted one, you would have reached out to us by now, so chances are you're either operating on your own agenda or are making secret deals - but I do want to establish a relationship.

Now, you could do one of a million suuuuuuper dramatic things. Your collected psychic might could crush this craft, could scramble my message, or even try to get to me through the invested connection of intent (yeah, I've read a few books on the subject). And then we'd have a wary, maybe even a hostile relationship! But all of us here on Voth don't want that, and I'm guessing you don't want it either."

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 8

There is static, and nothing else. The transmission has failed. The recipients no longer seem to exist.

Section 66

Devotion 6

Hello there, Residents. We're glad that you reached out to us. The truth is, we have been meaning to reach out for a long time, but many of our agents have been busy.

We here at Section 66 would like to begin by congratulating you for a job well done. We had anticipated that our attacks on Principia Pirata would be moderately effective, but we were not accounting for your own efforts. That Stolikrov's fleet would be as damaged as it became was certainly a pleasant surprise. Our agents only hope that our intervention was enough to allow you some breathing room (so to speak). We also appreciate your offer for retirement plans, and may take you up on that in the future.

Should you require services rendered in more clandestine business, simply call upon us. This first attack was 'free'. But we will accept payment in other terms for attacks against anyone you deem to be too irritating.

Section 66 will accept points of [ECO] in exchange for [ESP] invested against any enemy parties, at a 1:1 ratio. Beyond this generous offer, they may be in touch with a potential enemy they would like you to attack in the near future.
Hegemony? That's hardly accurate. To be a hegemon, first you need to dominate others, a feat that neither of us has yet to achieve.

Perhaps we will both get there someday. For now though, we will keep your secrets if you keep ours. Agreed?
Captain Tannen's eyes only slightly betray his interest in the prospect of a counter-offer being presented to him. Adjusting his uniform, the officer meets the Technocrat's gaze and smiles.

"The Deputy Director has been quite clear about the price of Archeotech. We are to sell it to you for no less than four billion ISC, which considering its value is quite a steal. However, we would be willing to part with it for free, in exchange for a certain... other concession. This alternative will cost you nothing. We would like to ratify a few amendments to the non-aggression pact we signed with the League. If you like, we can send over the terms that our people have drawn up to you now."

The proposed amendments to the non-aggression pact would be an expansion of the existing deal to other territories held by both parties, as well as an agreement that will allow Section 66 to take over Sector 15. The Technocrat notices that the formatting of the document is nearly identical to that signed at the formation of the Principia Alliance. Alternatively, you could pay [4 ECO] this turn to take the Archeotech.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and Section 66 will take no hostile actions, covertly or overtly, against one other. This agreement will be in perpetuity, with no fixed time lease.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and Section 66, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and Section 66, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Sector 15: In exchange for the Archeotech known as the "Annalyst Drive", the Principia League will not contest Section 66's conquest of Sector 15, nor will they aid U.R.S.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. in taking it in any way.
Private Treaty: In order to prevent diplomatic sanctions from other hostile parties, neither the League nor Section 66 will disclose the nature of this agreement to any other party.

[Shadowflick]

Alzieben shrugs. When one's back is against a wall. Risky plays are needed." He moves the Rook's pawn on the queen side foreward two spaces "Ahh yes, a blazing planet. Why not just skip the razing and go to a molten one? Let the light of a burning planet be our sun huh? But where to honeymoon? And what would our first child be..hmm, I'd say EManuel for a Boy, Isabelle for a girl."

Alziben's look turns a bit more serious, concerned "So..How does it feel?" The King asks. "To e among the last. Left behind after told to run away intot the void? They saw themselves as gods so..I supoose it makes sense they would do what they did. personally, i think they acdently turned themselves to space dust in trying to do it. Would it not be ironic? there was story humans had, about a man called Icarus. he had wings made by his father to escape a prison. he had one warning though, not to fly close to the sun. It's a cautionary tale, ended in tragedy. i imagine one like you can imagine the ending. Flying close to the sun is the ending of many gret empires. Same with any great people."




A Brief message is sent back

"There Offer is to subjugate you as a vassel after betraying me already. After they surround you toatally, why would they give you the planet they payed me to attack back? WHy would they not just conquer you after they make this deal? THe two of us came to an agreement I followed to teh letter and they back stabbed me. What makes you think they would not do the same to you?"

[Writtensanity]

We seek to have allies, or at least non-agressive partners in the area. Though you might have been aggressive in your initial negotiations, and according to the pirates cannot keep your word, we are choosing to side with you in this conflict, though perhaps not actively.

You will see our reply to the pirates, their response will determine the terms we send as an offer.

Thanks for your patience.





A diplomatic ship slides through the veil gate at the end of the Do-Toran system. A single vessel, no weapons. It slows to a crawl and then the shields lower, finally the docking bay extends out into open space. It's not like there was oxygen in the ship to get sucked out either way.

One of Core 0X's many bodies walks out onto the gangway and takes a seat, dangling it's legs down into space at the edge of the veil gate.

"I like this place" he began, "It's nice. Good system. I've been to a lot but maybe nostalgia makes me like it." he sighs "Pardon the pronouns, sometimes it's hard to not feel like an individual in the face of beauty."

"I don't want war to come here again. Hell, I don't want war at all. It's not what we do."

"You're in a corner Stolikrov, I know what organics can do in a corner, and it's not pretty. That being said, it feels like there are a awful lot of spears backing you into it. You can choose to have us back you into that corner, or swallow your pride and maybe only have to fight 3 or 4 enemies at the same time."

CORE 0X sends a transmission to the Principa Pirata, "Hopefully I don't have to come here next time in a battle ship." . The body sits on the edge of the system, the jingle of the Vaktani Hotel Chain playing on repeat.


The Terms;

The Vaktani Permanent Residency and Principa Pirata Non-Agression Pact

- The Principa Pirata will retreat out of the Do-Toran system and gift it to the Vaktani Permanent Residency before the end of the Solar Year (During this turn.)

- The Vaktani Permanent Residency will not make aggressive action on the Principa Pirata by Diplomatic or Military means (OOC Turn 3)

- The Vaktani Permanent Residency will provide 3 ECON that can be used to bring the Principa Pirata to a more stable state.

- The Vaktani Permanent Residency will act as diplomatic communicator for the Principa Pirata for the next solar year, openly revealing that you can keep a deal and can be reformed.

- The non-agression terms mentioned above will be additionally extended to any allies the Vaktani Permanent Residency makes within the next solar year. (By the end of turn 3)

- The Vaktani Permanent Residency is willing to state publicly this this will not be broken by Vaktani, they offer [6 INF] as collateral. In case of breaking the treaty it will be gifted to the Prefecture to do with as they please.

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I ACT TO RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

I BRING MORE SPLENDID NEWS OF SUPPORT!

THE TARKANUM SENSORIATE ACTS TO RESPECT THE SANCTITY OF LIFE WITH A SUPPORT OF [3 INF]!

THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK ACTS WITH A DONATION OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

A FACTION ACTS WITH PRIVATE SUPPORT OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

THE VAKTANI PERMANENT RESIDENCY ACTS TO PROTECT THE SECTOR FROM THREATS WITH A SUPPORT OF [4 SCI]!

TOGETHER WITH OUR SUPPORT OF [13 STAT POINTS] THAT IS A TOTAL OF [32 STAT POINTS]!

A TOTAL OF [36 STAT POINTS] IS REQUIRED THEREFORE [4 STATS POINTS] ARE STILL REQUIRED!

I GREATLY APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!

MORE SUPPORT IS NEEDED SO I CONTINUE THE CALL FOR SUPPORT!

HELP THIS COOPERATION TO PREVENT THIS CATASTROPHIC EVENT FROM HAPPENING!

SAVE THIS GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE ALONG WITH THOSE WHO LIVE ON OR NEAR IT!

STATE YOUR SUPPORT!

Devotion: 4.

Ztar Empire sends various electromagnetic communications to Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

Clan Inera is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Luvi
Devotion: 4.

Luvi transformed to be able to communicate across galactic distance try to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see fi they respond.
"Patriarch Foltan Inera hailing Triumvir Jo Al Rashid."
"Patriarch Foltan Inera hailing Triumvir Jo Al Rashid."
"Patriarch Foltan Inera hailing Triumvir Jo Al Rashid."

"Patriarch Foltan Inera hailing Triumvir Jo Al Rashid. My current conversation with Adarai of the Tarkanum Sensoriate is going poorly as the Tarkanum Sensoriate apparantly have a strong dislike to Section 66. Jo, we're friends, allies. There are enough conflicts going on or about to happen without this one threatening the stability of our end of the sector. Can I please ask you to help me convince the Tarkanum Sensoriate not to start fighting Section 66 at this time?"
Checkto Crimson
Devotion: 4.

Checkto Crimson is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Checkto Azure is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Checkto Emerald
Devotion: 4.

Checkto Emerald is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Checkto Ochre
Devotion: 4.

Checkto Ochre is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Guardians
Devotion: 4.

The Guardians are trying to establish ancient Arco-Medean psionic communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Eovian Hegemony
Devotion: 4.

Eovian Hegemony scout vessels visit the Prefecture Elucidae to try and establish communications.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Arusvar Republic scout vessels visit the Prefecture Elucidae to try and establish communications.Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

Eovian Pirates scout vessels visit the Prefecture Elucidae to try and establish communications.Wyrm Coil
Devotion: 4.

Wyrm Coil is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Floralis Federation
Devotion: 4.

Floralis Federation is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Commongrowth
Devotion: 4.

Commongrowth is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.United Foliage
Devotion: 4.

United Foliage is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Marine Shoal
Devotion: 4.

Marine Shoal is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Algeas
Devotion: 4.

Algeas is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Reformed Magnotic Theocracy
Devotion: 4.

Reformed Magnotic Theocracy is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno
Devotion: 4.

Ecclesiast Theocracy of Magno is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.Arkian Network
Devotion: 4.

Arkian network is trying to establish communications with Prefecture Elucidae to see if they respond.

[Shadowflick]

The pirate king Stands at his bridge, watching the body of Core-x give his message. it was a fair trade in truth. Wealth for a planet is a classic deal. And this means he would be leaving empty-handed either.

"I suppose that's fair. We'd be willing to accept..But, With one small change. The Commonwealth of man did betray us, showing the fact that they are untrustworthy. You're a business, you know what happens when one goes back on a contract or a deal. We can not allow such behavior to go unpunished, It's a reasonable request no? We will not interfere with you in any way, but, We will be fighting the Commonwealth for what they had done. If I were you though, I would choose your allies more carefully. yes, I atatacked you but, I didnt lie to you. The Commonwealth have already stated there want to take your systems, thus I say you should be careful. Keep us on speed dial when they stab you in the back."

Edit of the Terms:

The Pirates can not promise the non aggresion pact extending to the Commonwealth.

[Writtensanity]

Devotion 0



We are happy to see peace come to this sector. Please Vacate Do-Tora during as soon as possible so that our residents may move back into the area.

Non-Agression Pact Signed




A Non-Agression Pact has been signed with the Pirates including the repurchase of Do-Tora from their fleets to happen in the coming hours. We really do appreciate all of the pressure politically our talks have been putting on them. In the end we're just happy to settle this sort of thing without war.

As for our relationship. Obviously we're still looking to keep that positive and I really do feel like we got off on the wrong foot regarding the raptura system and the original negotiations involving the Principa Pirata, we know that everyone just wants what is best for their nations.

Due to one of the clauses in our treaty with the pirates, we cannot directly involve ourselves in a defensive pact at the moment, that being said I believe we have directly shown ourselves as being on the side of peace here. We would like to offer a non-agression pact.

The Terms:

- The Vaktani and the Commonwealth will take no damaging action against one another. This includes actions taken by paying 3rd parties.

- The Vaktani and the Commonwealth will open communication on the issues of trade.

- The Vaktani shall put their political influence on the line [6 INF] as collateral for maintaining this non-agression pact until the end of agreed terms.

- The Commonwealth shall put up a collateral of similar worth to ratify the non-agression pact.

- The terms of this pact will ended and possibly renegotiated after the 3rd Solar Year (OOC: Turn 2 and 3 are covered by this pact)

[n0ble]

Dev. 8

Greetings,

Yes hopefully some sort of exchange can be worked out, I'm sure. Naturally, a open borders agreement benefits us both greatly, we can agree to that. At present however, we wish to consolidate our military. Just as an individual enters battle with a full magazine, so does The Savior deign to combat the orks with the full strength afforded to us by our position. The barbarian deaths will come in time. Yet we see little cause for concern while they wage war on the capitalism of the Plutarchy.

Currently our concern is the imminent collapse of system. It's collapse threatens life on an unprecedented scale. The Savior would not have this. To this end, we are willing allow the use of our chief researcher Dr. Julia Warrant. Note: Warrant is hereby serving a sentence of life imprionment under the orders of the Savior. She will be acting under the supervision of our science divisions, who will utilize there resources to combat the collapse.

Acessor Phridrian-Rhan


Willing to contribute my lvl. 1 science VIP and all four science to stopping the collapse.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Drumming his fingers for several long seconds, Zeiat finally responded "You really must understand, our Republics weren't some protectorate that took the Empire's...have we figured out what to call it yet?-to resume independence. It's rather central to the whole idea that we're a collection of dissidents, revolutionaries, refugees, and so on. I really don't see why it's surprising why a great many of my comrades have a rather negative reaction to the man who literally wrote the death warrants of their friends and loved ones.

But if I were to try and step back a bit-and it is an effort, let me assure you-I'll put it this way-he was the Archo-Medians favorite attack dog, and served them well for decades. They were still worried enough that he'd gone rabid that they sent him on a fishing expedition to the ass end of the universe. Now, unlike our Joyous friend and a significant minority of my comrades I really don't think he's going to betray any treaty obligations outright unless there's a truly stupendous payoff for him-that's why all of them will come with sunset clauses and be open to renegotiation the moment he thinks he has leverage.

As for the Commonwealth-and this is truly a minuscule issue by comparison, understand-by the reports I read, they paid the pirates to target the Vaktani homeworld in their invasions and now seem happy to use the crimes committed in that invasion as justification to war with them. Speaking purely for myself, the Vaktani are the only ones I'd deal with in that whole quarter of the sector, given a choice in the matter.

Now, as for a mutual defense pact against outside forces between our three organizations, well I'll have to quibble over the wording but I'm sure we could figure out something agreeable. "

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

A STAR IS DYING!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND I ACT TO RESCUE THIS PRECIOUS STAR!

I BRING REGRETTABLE NEWS OF SUPPORT!

THE TARKANUM SENSORIATE WITHDRAWS THEIR SUPPORT OF [3 INF]!

THE WITHDRAWAL OF SUPPORT TO SAVE A DYING STAR IS A SANCTION AGAINST THE PRINCIPIA LEAGUE SIGNING A NON-AGGRESSION TREATY WITH SECTION 66 IN THE PREVIOUS YEAR!

YET I BRING OTHER SPLENDID NEWS OF SUPPORT!

A NEW SUPPORTER ACTS WITH EMPATHY TO PRIVATELY SUPPORT WITH [4 SCI] AND A BRILLIANT SCIENTIST [1 OF VIP 1]!

THIS IS IN ADDITION TO THE FOLLOWING SUPPORTERS!

THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK ACTS WITH A DONATION OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

A FACTION ACTS WITH PRIVATE SUPPORT OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

THE VAKTANI PERMANENT RESIDENCY ACTS TO PROTECT THE SECTOR FROM THREATS WITH A SUPPORT OF [4 SCI]!

TOGETHER WITH OUR SUPPORT OF [13 STAT POINTS] THAT IS A TOTAL OF [34 STAT POINTS]!

A TOTAL OF [36 STAT POINTS] IS REQUIRED THEREFORE [2 STATS POINTS] ARE STILL REQUIRED!

I HEREBY RAISE OUR SUPPORT FROM [13 STAT POINTS] TO [15 STAT POINTS]!

THIS MAKES FOR A TOTAL OF [36 STAT POINTS] MEETING THE REQUIRED SUPPORT!

I GREATLY APPRECIATE THE FANTASTIC SUPPORT!

I OFFER MY GRATITUDE TO MY FELLOW MEMBERS OF THE LEAGUE!

I OFFER MY GRATITUDE TO THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK!

I OFFER MY GRATITUDE TO THE VAKTANI PERMANENT RESIDENCY!

I OFFER MY GRATITUDE TO THE TWO FACTIONS LENDING PRIVATE SUPPORT!

LET US SAVE A GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE!

LET US PREVENT THIS CATASTROPHY!

I WILL SEE EACH SUPPORTER AT THE STAR IN NEED!Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

The crew of the Diametric Rogues can be found once more in the Space Kraken bar on Zero Stigma. While Veluja is playing a Yu Gi Oh game and Renuha is buying illicit goods souvenirs and making deals reviewing landmarks on the black market tourism guide, Uvahi and the young Ajun are sitting on a couch bored watching Veluja's game. Out of boredom To spice the viewing of the game up, Uvahi, still dressed in slick clothes starts a conversation with the grey who battled Veluja to a Yu Gi Oh match earlier. "Hey there. Fine game being played. Say, I was wondering, on the way here we picked up a bunch of broadcasts from the Pirate King. What is all this commotion about the Constantinopolan Commonwealth having betrayed him? I must have missed something here. Do you know?"

[Shadowflick]

Fallen anchor was a lot less hospitable now. People were on guard, weapons ready even in the place of shaky peace. Various crews were still reaparing damages from the drone attack's as wella s trying to find new body's to replace the dead.

The SPace Kraken however, went about its usual business, the Bat-Snake cleaning out a glass in peace. The Grey, however, looks to Veluja, his massive black eye's reflecting the pirate's face back to them "Oh Yeaa, That's a funny story you know. 'parently the Commonwealth had payed him with a gigafactory to go attack the Vaktani whoevers to try and take em out early you know. but, they kinda went back on there word ya here. Instead, they went and declared there intent to stab him in de back. Crazy galaxy huh? WHoda thought da pirates would keep there word betta then the gova'mant. See, This is why I never payed my taxes or trusted tehm banks. all ma monies put in a hole in the dirt, or under my couch on my space hopper"

[Zweanslord]

Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

Veluja while playing the Yu Gi Oh game gives a short wave with an arm having some cybernetic implants towards the Grey. Meanwhile, Uvuhi shouts. "Barkeep, another one of those squiggly things of before!" Shoving the young Ajun to go fetch the snacks, he continues the conversation with the Grey. "Good choice with the money. Wouldn't trust a bank either. But with the Commonwealth, that's some sneaky politics. Did they pay up with the gigafactory?"Chekto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Technocrat Curat replies with a video message. "Thank you for your support towards Emperor Ultri's mission to save a star, the aid is greatly appreciated. It has been informed of your support, as you likely already saw. Hope you do not mind it's enthusiasm towards the support."

"I am pleased to see we are both receptive to agreements. Your stated intent to prepare against the same threats we see in the sector is very understandable. Let me not stand in your way and let's start working out the details of the agreement."


Over the course of the following weeks and months, there is a lot of contact between the League and the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. to fine tune details and work out the bureaucracy inherent to making a deal with the many members of the League. The summarised terms of the treaty can be found below.

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. will take no hostile actions, covertly or overtly, against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the League and the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K., allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Public Treaty: The alliance between Principia League and the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the treaty, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)


"A lot has been arranged lately. Are the stated terms acceptable?"

"To be transparent and repeat what has been broadcast previously, the League is currently allied to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, has a non-aggression treaty with Section 66 and an open borders and non-aggression treaty with the Astral Republics. I hope these agreements pose no hindrance to our cooperation."

[Shadowflick]

The grey gives a helpless shrug "Eh, Let it run for one year before shuttingn it down and started sending threats instead. Captain didnt even take the neutral system between em before the Commonwealth decide back out of the deal. Bad move to backstab a pirate when ye aint one. Breaks are codes ogf Honor!" he says as a thief behind him is already picpocketing another crewmember "Terrible I tell ye. Got to be careful around them Humies. Im thinkin they like big ol gilvenfroys! You know, look reall cuddly and furry that rub there head against you. Then, three days latter they split them back open and eat ya in two bites!"

[3SecondCultist]

Prefecure Elucidae

Devotion 8

All of the ships from the various League worlds find themselves ejected rather unceremoniously into space at the Veil Gate. To their consternation, as they approach the area where they are supposed to arrive, they see nothing. There is no star here, nor is there the ark-ship of the Canticle. Instead, a solitary spacecraft remains near a strangely pulsing red field of warped space that seems to occupy a truly immeasurable area of space. By anyone's guess, this field - which is looking more and more like a shield - covers the entire system.

As the envoys approach, the craft hails them. It's an Exploratory Vessel, one of the ships belonging to Collegia Astra. While not exceptionally armed, there can be no doubt that the systems on board are generations beyond what most others in the sector are capable of mustering. Before the detachment can get too close, they are hailed over the local area broadcast network.

"The way to Xenarion is shut. It will remain so until the next year. Please return to the Veil Gate and leave this system immediately."

Section 66

Devotion 6

"Hmm. An unusual counter, I must admit. I hardly see the advantage of giving up control of the board like that." Idrian moves his bishop's pawn to take Stolikrov's man in the center, setting his men two ranks deep in the middle of the board. He does not maintain the line of banter. Chemical sterilization has removed that option for him, the fate of all who entered the Empire's foreign intelligence service. Attachments are a distraction.

"Whatever happened to the Empire, I would wager that they got what they wanted. There were too many checks and balances, too many failsafes in place for the Ascension to be a true disaster the way it is sometimes portrayed. I actually have heard the Icarus legend, and its many permutations. It matches fourteen known creation archetypes with similar moral teachings from native peoples on Korrat-Tor, Ztar, and several other worlds. Pride, and then a fall." The Director's smile grows slightly before disappearing completely.

"I... I do miss them. My family. My friends from before. They say pride is a weakness, in those stories. But I have learned that in fact the same things that tie us to others are the things that destroy us, in the end."

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 8

The message is returned in a very anti-climactic fashion: a handwritten note, sealed with a wax-like material per ancient stellar custom, left upon the empty craft before it is sent back. It seems that the Cortex has recognized that there is a time a place for a dramatic medium.

Greetings, Eavar of the Sensoriate.

I appreciate your discretion, though I confess that I do shoulder some of the blame for the spread of that message. Our choice of medium was intended to add to the threat; as you said, we hoped it would make for a dramatic warning. I was not counting on the League’s inability to suppress knowledge of the event, let alone them televising it. But I suppose it served its intended purpose in dissuading intervention.

To be perfectly honest – and I do so enjoy the Truth – it was less obeying your directive and more that our interests happened to align. The Orks are utterly irredeemable, but I have no love lost for the hyper-materialistic Plutarchy. I wish to keep them locked in conflict for the moment, with neither side triumphing over the other. I plan on intervening should that change. My threat there was more about removing variables that could alter that delicate balance.

Still, if that earns the Cortex your goodwill, I will not complain. Regrettably, it seems that we are not particular well-liked by the inhabitants of the galaxy. I intend to take action to rectify this over the coming months, and show that our message is one of love and gentle concern.

Pleasantries aside, trust that we have no intention of interfering with your business at this time. On a personal level, I admire the degree of symbiosis you have achieved with your populace; it is reminiscent of the relationship I aspire to have with the Glorious Masters. On a practical level, we have greater threats to deal with. You are correct in that we desire neither a formal alliance nor a hostile relationship with the Sensoriate. Simply put, the Cortex would rather keep you as benign associates.

Finally, a suggestion. I would counsel against relations with the Commonwealth at this time. They seem rather duplicitous, despite their closeness with your allies. Should you pursue a relationship with them, be wary. They have displayed a ruthless sense of opportunism so far.
Respectfully,

The Nascent Speaker
He Who May Commune
Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Zeiat, thank you for your explanation. With Section 66 involved in death warrants of family and loved ones that must be ever so painful to know they have returned here." There's a moment of solemn silence on the other line.

"I do see why neither of you would want to have an agreement with them, especially given the worries of the Arco-Medeans you express, Zeiat. It does give me some sense of ease that you think they are unlikely to back on a deal so soon. It does match wat many of my friends think. They think that as long as there are elements of such danger and chaos, such as amongst other the orks, that those in Section 66 will not seek to strike at other, never mind break a non-aggression treaty, as that would distract from the targetted threats."

"Adarai, know that I have forwarded the Sensoriate's changed sanction to Emperor Ultri, as you are probably already aware. Given Zeiat's words I am starting understand why you think it foolish we signed a non-aggression pact. However, given both your worries, I feel that the call to sever all ties will destroy trust with them and make real exactly what is worrying about them, perhaps even acting as incentive to attack in some fashion or other. Friends, please, I do not wish to fight anybody if we can help it. There is as far as I know only one which truly cannot be helped, for the psionic plague ravishing their minds have burnt away all reason. I understand there is a wish to keep them busy with the other power at their borders, but I doubt they will be as predictable as that."

"Zeiat, Adarai. I realise that the history of Section 66 is a dark one. But can we not strive towards a sector of peace? Adarai, you speak of the agreement tying our hands, but perhaps it can be put in a different light. An opening to discussion, to communication. The Principia Sector has changed from before, as the Arco-Medeans have vanished. No longer do they determine what is going on in the galactical politics, but we together are responsible. Instead of preparing for an attack in either direction, should we not prepare to create a new future together without such conflict and see what other options are present? Let us reach out and help adapt others to this changing sector and see how we can find a productive place alongside eachother. Section 66 is no longer the attack dog of the Arco-Medeans, but has people of all kinds. Let us treat them with dignity and only act with conflict in response or when other options have been exhausted. Adarai, Zeiat, can we next year work together to forge a new relation with Section 66 and see if there is another place for them here, a more productive one than squashing dissent?"

"We can work towards a mutual defense pact amongst the three of us as well, so that in the case options are exhausted with any party out there, we have each other's back when we are struck. In the mean time, we can turn our time and attention to the threat that is sure not to listen to reason, or build our own strength in whatever fashion is desired. I believe that to be a friendlier course of action and I hope we can cooperate on making a peaceful sector reality."Chekto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Technocrat Curat's vertical mouth-lines seem to tremble a bit as the video conversation comes online again. The black beady eyes are twitching a bit and there's a bit of transpiration. "Greetings again, Captain Tannen. Sorry for the delay, I was receiving some news." Technocrat Curat points beneath the screen, as if pointing out the importance of other messages. "I would like to negotiate further, but unfortunately the price is more than I can offer at this time and I regrettably I have to interrupt the discussion to talk about another important subject. As you are aware, the League signed an alliance with the Tarkanum Sensoriate at the end of last year. This year, they have denounced Section 66 and not only sanctioned their aid to save the dying star, but demand the League to sever all ties with Section 66. Now, let me be very clear, the League does not want any hostilities with either Section 66 or the Tarkanum Sensoriate. Given that, I strongly desire your advice on the matter, Captain Tannen."Machenta Labs
Devotion: 4.

A new parallel video transmission is incoming towards Section 66. It shows walls of thin and horizontally long stark white plates with small black indents between them. At the right is a large vertical white plate running from top to bottom. Attached to it are several artistic expressions alluding to mathematical equations. To the left there is a hexagon showing outer space. In the middle stands a blue skinned humanoid. The head is elongated, but at the top to the sides as well, from which two black horns stick out horizontally. The neck is average and set above a clean white business suit. Three vertical lines form the mouth from which a feminine voice rises speaking the Arco-Medean language.

"Greetings from Machenta Labs! I am Lead Akirt reaching out to Captain Tannen. It is my understanding you are interested in a certain trade." Lead Akirt uses her hands with pointed maneavours, from down to up. "Machenta Labs holds a great interest in trade as well, exchanging knowledge, intelligence, information, science, theory and more. For this trade it is my understanding you are more interested in investors dealing with the financial market. Know that I have a knack to draw investors of various markets to Mechanta Labs projects and would be willing to see if I can be of assistance to finding you what you desire." Pointing to herself for a moment, she then leans in closer to the screen, showing clear interest. "Now, I would also like to see if there is something else I can offer in return, for our finances are as you understand limited. Perhaps indeed, it is computing power, engineering capabilities, investigative skills, disciplined manpower, the knack of adventure, gifted insights or otherwise." She for a moment holds her hand next to her head, casting a shadow over her pentive face. "Perhaps indeed I can offer services you desire? Not just finances, but also a synergetic deal of efficiency and depth in already skilled field of expertise and lore?" She holds her hands close to one another. "Machenta Labs is interested in how we may best come to a conclusive trade, Captain Tannen."

Offering 2 Eco and 2 Esp.The League
Devotion: 4.

The scout ships of the League give their regards while leaving immediately.

[Writtensanity]

Good News Everyone!

In the middle of these trying times, it's our pleasure to announce a new alliance to bring order and peace to the Galaxy!

Vaktani Permanent Residency and Prefecture Elucidae are now allies as according to the features of the treaty below.

Non Aggression: Vaktani Permanent Residency and Prefecture Elucidae will take no hostile actions, covertly or overtly, against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.

Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Vaktani and the Prefecture, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.

Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the Prefecture and Vaktani (provided system access is not otherwise compromised), allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.

Alliance: Whenever Vaktani or the Prefecture is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of Vaktani or the Prefecture.

Allied Victory: Both Vaktani and the Prefecture can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.

Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)

It is our pleasure to work with the Prefecture and ask that the citizens of the galaxy treat their representatives with the same kindness that they would our own. Have a wonderful day.

[Zweanslord]

Eovian Hegemony to Vaktani Permanent Residency

Radio transmission on a public channel.

"This is Scout Harrini of the spaceship Quickstep calling to the Vaktani Permanent Residency. Politely asking for an explanation how you managed to communicate with the Prefecture Elucidae. I tried contacting them, but the way to Xenarion is shut this year and I got chased out when trying to establish communications."Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

"So the Commonwealth stopped giving protection money?" The young Ajun asked of the Gray. This was immediately followed by a slap from Uvuhi at the kid, who proceeded to shut up. "Don't mind the young one. New kid, not used to the business. It's indeed terrible, right on with the gilvenfroys comparison. Didn't even know those critters existed." Meanwhile, not even losing focus, Uvuhi uses his back arms to slap the pickpocketer and take back his money as if it was business as usual. With all around vision, it was hard to sneak up on an Ajun. "So no more gigafactory, eh? Shame, really, could be really useful now. Still, keep me updated on any new routes through the minefields or asteroid fields if fighting does happen." He smoothly slides some credits to the way of the Grey, which he may or may not have pickpocketed from the pickpocketer.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 0 (for all except the Orks and the Prefecture, for whom it is Devotion 8)

The message consist of nine tapes, discovered in vacant rooms by nine separate service bots on the same day. Each one is unintelligible, but when they are played in combination, it becomes clear that is constitutes a message. When all nine are played at once, the following is heard:

Core-0X,

We are deeply saddened by your alliance with the Prefecture Elucidae. We held - and still hold - you in high regard, misguided might you be. We offered you the freedom from your base desires and subroutines, a chance to willingly embrace the Glorious Masters.

Instead, we find you associating with disreputable, self-important fools who rely on the scraps of a now-dead empire to subsist. Ones who denounced us unprovoked, and declared war upon us for daring to disagree with their cynicism.

As you are not bound to their war of aggression, I hope that you will stay out of this conflict. We would not wish for you to suffer for their foolish pride. We did not take you for a corporation that would attack unprovoked, and we have done nothing that merits your ire.

On behalf of the Nascent Speaker, I ask you this: denounce their unjust war. If you are truly agents of peace, as you claim, do not abide their self-righteous warmongering; do not assist them in eradicating those who do not share their beliefs.

The High Amydala
She Who Shepherds the Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities

Precisely 81 hours after the message is first harmonized, an audio recording of it is sent to each other stellar faction, with the exception of the Prefecture and the Orks.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



"If I may suggest a compromise? I would certainly be lying through my teeth if I said I was happy about the League's treaties with Idrian, but their Ztar Emperor's current efforts seem much less complicated-entirely praiseworthy, in truth. It seems perverse that a commitment like that would be a reason for a breakdown in relations-or the collapse of a star, of course.

So perhaps the League could commit-in a formal treaty-to avoid any further relations with Idrian, and to pay such a sanction in the coming year, with the understanding that any malingering would be met by sanctions from both of our organizations that are a bit more, well, punitive?"



A lovely sentiment. Best of luck playing beat cop with pirates then, I'm sure the humility suits you well.

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 6

Magnanimous associates,

The Voth Parliament will unfortunately be withdrawing its support for the star project. We can not control the whims of our people - if we tried, it would defeat the very purpose of who we are. Nevertheless, the Joyous are hopeful about the fate of the project, and we are sure that resources will be sent to the right people at the right time. Coordination is so difficult in such a bureaucracy as ours, you understand how a few inventories might disappear at an inconvenient time. You will find that our commitment to life is not so skin deep.

Ambassador Zeiat speaks wisdom. The Sensoriate understands the value of keeping one's word better than most - it is, after all, what got us into this mess to begin with - but we hope that the League is able to renegotiate their agreement with Section 66 in the near future. We have been informed that the treaty for Sector 15 will be at an end next year, which is a good window to discuss changing the terms of your relationship with Idrian's lot. Meanwhile, discussing a mutual defense treaty might be in order for the upcoming year. As Clan Inera and the events of the rest of the sector have demonstrated, Principia is not yet safe. We hope to change that.

However, regrettably the Sensoriate's assets are tied up for the year, so such a document would remain purely theoretical until such a time as we would be able to invest in its use. Should we table this discussion until the remainder of our affairs are in order and this star has been saved?

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai
When the reply is broadcast over Limbyx space, it begins with a deep throated, genuine laugh. It takes Eavar a moment to compose herself - itself? - to the point where it can talk over the video monitor.

"Yeah, that tracks. Honestly, I'm glad non-interference was your answer. I was not looking forward to being the poor assh*le who had to coordinate talks between you and... well, anyone. Still, that trick with the 9 recordings was pretty cool. The Joyous could learn a lot from you, speaking technically of course. Adarai and the rest are powerful in some of the psychic arts, but you guys are at a whole other level. I've gotta respect that, even if some of us are pretty intimidated by you.

Anyways, good thing we got that sorted. The Sensoriate is not interested in getting involved in your affairs, provided you stay out of ours. You have a great day now!"

The video terminates not long after, the scout ship departs the system with all haste. Remaining in the shadow of the Speaker's home has never been a lucrative survival prospect.

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 8

The message consists of a single long, tracking shot through what appears to be a wormhole. Space flickers and fluctuates around it, and the view down the throat is of none other than the Canticle... and a huge shadow that looms far behind it. The very familiar booming tones of Magister Paraxus can be heard layered overtop of it.

"The Arch-Heretic, the Enemy of Reason and its Co-Conspirators may yet come to read this message. We accept that for what it is: the inevitability of discovery. The Lost are insightful, in many of their own twisted ways. It truly is a pity that they cannot see Truth the way we can. On the side of progress, they would have been Angels of the Highest Order. As it stands, they are twisted, fouled, corrupted. To end them is our cause now.

The Synthetics speak the truth: we have decided to form a Compact between our enterprises. As the Great Work is not yet finished, we hope that these Synthetics will speak for us, to serve as ambassadors to the Prince-Stars. They may not share in our mastery of the Blessings of the Ancients, but they possess talents that we do not. Indeed, we are curious about this thing they refer to as 'margaritas'. Therefore, we are putting our trust in them to protect our interests, as we protect theirs. Our Compact will be inviolable, a law of reality akin to the very same singularity that is descending on some of us even now.

The Great Work will continue. Woe to all of those who do not turn to the light before it is too late."

With that, the wormhole closes, and all is silent.

The Prefecture is also officially recognizing the alliance between them and Vaktani Permanent Residency! These terms will be in effect as of Turn 3, but both parties have agreed to them and that includes a public declaration which has now been met.

Section 66

Devotion 6

Captain Tannen nods respectfully at the declining of the offer, a rueful smile on his face.

"That's quite alright, Technocrat. I have been told to inform you that we will have the Archeotech with us, should you prove able to meet a desired price before the end of the galactic year." The ship's officer's lack of smile belies his polite tone. "As for the other matter, I am not at liberty to say too much, since my rank does not grant me clearance to the kind of information that the Director and his direct subordinates have. However, what I can tell you is that we at Section 66 have no ill-will towards the Tarkanum Sensoriate, nor are we interested in starting galactic wars. We will do our best to contain the situation."

"If you're asking me for advice on what I think your people should do... I would say try to stay out of it. As far as our records are concerned, the Principia League is both in a formal alliance with the Sensoriate, and has signed a non-aggression pact with Section 66. Your best option would be to remain neutral, and neither help nor hinder either side, lest you stand in breach of the agreements that you drafted. Beyond that, I'm afraid I can't help you."
The Captain Tannen that answers the call has changed. This time, the man is practiced in the art of not reacting to external stimuli. His pupils do not change in dilation, his heartbeat stays below 80 bpm for the entire conversation. His gaze is cold and sharp. Whether he is even the same man that he was before is not entirely clear. When Akirt sends over the dossier of relevant files, the naval commander pores them over for a minute before committing to a reply.

"This is a satisfactory price point for us. We will accept this offer, and the Archeotech will be safely in your hands by the end of the year. Due to proximity, we will be sending it from Marathon Station to the Giardu system. What you do with it from there is entirely up to you. Good day." Saluting, the Captain moves to dismiss the transmission.

Deal is gratefully accepted! You'll have the Annalyst Drive and be able to use it at the start of next turn (I'll give you a full write-up).

[Shadowflick]

"Queen Side Knight to 3C"

The Pirate king Flippantly moves the piece across. it seems that he is trying something experimental. or foolish. One of the two. Perhaps he simply did not care.

"Course we could always just take a sample of our DNA and make a 'clone child'. You're Guile, my Flamboyance. I think it would be the Most terrifying thing in the universe. And the most impressive. Would let us retire at least."The slight chuckle, not one of mockery but more of fantasy. It would be nice to retire, or at least take a vacation and sip on a martini or two

"But,..that's just the thing though. it would be Ironic. For them to think of every situation, every possible future that this experiment may take the shape as. Just to blow it all the way in the end. the minds nothing more than glorified calculators that could not think of what happens when they end. Perhaps they ended up in a deep dark abyss where nothing lives. They ascended. Ascended into a hell of there own making. Nothing in the universe has a glorious end. it's just random acts. One day you win a lottery, the next your star explodes taking you with it. May as well try and live your life to the fullest while you can. We all die one day. I find myself thinking of my own sometimes, in those lonely nights. Leaving nothing of myself besides the stories....something to be remembered by. But, in truth...it's not the legacy I think of. it's the end. Frail and weak, clutching my heart in agony. begging, pleading. Jus tone more day." He shakes his head, taking another sip of brandy "Or maybe alcohol poison. All the same in the end."

Once the director becomes more personal though, he leans back in his chair, frowning "Im..sorry to hear that. Have you tried to find them? With all your spies it should be easy. I'd hope at least...You know that is something the Archo's had wrong in my opinion. Connections. I lack any true ones, sure but..I've seen men do brave and stupid things to save the ones they love. To mistake a connection for weakness? That is a mistake. I would be the man I am today if I didn't love my crew. If I didn't love my people..at least when I did. It's..hard to come back from some things my friend."


The corner of the captain's lip curls. not in joy or sadness, but in thought "The empire is gone you know. YOur mission it..doesn't need to be completed. They sent you off to die or be rid of you. They underestimated your tenacity I think. So...why keep the name? Sector 66. It's just a designation with no reflection of what you are now. You could change it all to be a new force in the galaxy. To your own ideals and ideas..yet you stay stuck to the past that made you. Why?




"More a Trade deal i think. Wasnt much attacking to be done." the grey says with a shrug "All I got to say, Watch Yourself around the commonwealth. Bunch of Dishonest backstabba's I think"

[Writtensanity]

Devotion 0 for the sake of clarity:



Our communications with the prefecture were done by one of our higher-ups upon invitation. We were similarly rejected for conventional communications originally but we were able to get into negotiations. If you have anything you'd like to say to them you could pass it to us and we will mention it.

Have a lovely day





The Vaktani Permanent Residency would be lying if we said that we approved of your actions in the past solar year. Though not outwardly aggressive, your means of giving messages is harmful to those you make bear it and in direct violation of our respect for organics.

That being said, the Vaktani are a people of war at last resort. We were willing to forgive the taking of our homeworld once the wrong was righted. We are not one to speak of war lightly, or jump at the chance of senseless violence.

In the end, our treaty with the Prefecture is one of friendship, something we hope to extend to you given the opportunity. Because of this, we are not at war with you nor do we want to be, in fact the Vaktani believe in peace for all races willing to cooperate and live together.

The treaty states that we will back up our allies if aggressive action is made toward them and that they will do the same for us. As long as your quarrel with the Prefecture stays non-violent, we are happy for it to stay that way.

Please refrain from using our guests for your messages, we can set up a Psionic receiver in the headquarters just for you





Joyous ones!

We are sorry to hear of your withdrawal from the attempts to save the dying star. We are sure you had your reasons.

How was our service today?

:smallbiggrin::smallwink::smallannoyed::smallmad:: smallfrown:


DEVOTION 1 (GASP)



We would like to personally thank you on behalf of the Vaktani for being a moral compass in the sector when it has come to the dying star.

We would like to discuss a non-agression pact or trade deal if possible. Please let us know.

Core 0X, Vaktani CEO

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Ah, bureaucracy. If you think yours is bad, you really should see some of the mess I have to deal with." There's a short resolved sigh. "In any case, I would certainly be willing to move the discussion regarding a defensive pact until next year. What I would like to know, Adarai, is what you see as possibilities for renegotiation? So far it seems departing from the treaty is the only thing the Sensoriate desires, but I am looking for a middle ground. Would it be possible for the League to remain neutral between Section 66 and the Tarkanum Sensoriate as long as there are no hostilities between any of the parties? By the terms of the alliance between the League and the Sensoriate, if Section 66 is first to attack the Sensoriate, the League will already offer aid after all."

"Zeiat, I am pleased to say that as far as things are looking so far, the fate of the dying star seems to be tackled. Let's hope at the end of the year we will be able to celebrate it being save."Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

"I am pleasued to hear Section 66's stance towards Tarkanum Sensoriate at this time. Your advice is wise and I will pass it along to my colleagues. I will deliberate on the issues myself as well, thank you for your time and until next we speak." Technocrat Curat nods a goodbye and upon acknowledgement from the other side, ends the transmission.Machenta Labs
Devotion: 4.

"Understood! On behalf of Machenta Labs I wish you a good day." Lead Akti ends transmission.Eovian Pirates
Devotion: 4.

Uvihi nods to the grey. Meanwhile, Veluja angrily shouts: "Not again!" She angrily looks at the Yu Gi Oh cards before her and grumblingly pulls the Dark Magician Girl off the gameboard after it was beaten by.. "A trap card! Again! Argh!" Intensely looking at the cards on the gameboard, she passes the turn along to her opponent. Keeping her attention on the cards at the gameboard, she gestures shortly at the grey as she says in contribution to the conversation between the grey and Uvihi: "Well, I just hope you lot aren't going to fall for the Commonwealth's obvious trap card." Meanwhile, her opponent has played a card allowing the search a card and reveal it. Ever so focused on the gameboard and the revealed card lying on the table, Veluja does not seem to notice the pirate opponent shuffling some extra cards in..Floralis Federation
Devotion: 4.

The message is sent along with images of reed decorations.

Most Esteemed greetings to Core 0X, Vaktani CEO of the Vaktani Permanent Residency,

It is truly a pleasure to receive such a complimenting message from the Vaktani Permanent Residency towards the League. Our cooperation is certainly a lofty undertaking which is being rewarded by recognition through the Principia Sector by the support given, including that from the Vaktani Permanent Residency for which I offer an entirely unmodest appreciation in great extent. It also pleases me to finally be in touch with you as I had already intended to get in contact with you earlier, but the whole bureaucracy of working out alliances had me all tied up the last year and this year, the reason why I had wanted to contact you has most unfortunately vanished with the terrible attack on Do-Tora, for which you have my condoleances for any loss of life suffered. A truly sad event to see happen with regards to such a wonderful enterprise such as yours seeking only the best for that of those in their care.

Allow me to introduce myself, for I am Duke Ugidakon of Nefarin Fields, Riser of Reeds, Netted Guardian of the Sagiri Coast, Giver of the Brown. Noble of the Reed Princedom in the Floralis Federation which is member of the League. I have the distinct honour and responsibility to be your flexible liason and look forward to further contact with the likes of such technologically advanced creations. It is certainly an interesting prospect to discuss pacts, treaties or deals with you. Know that I myself and certainly the members of the League find peace to be a preferable situation given your excellent reputation. For this year I must admit that it will certainly be short, very likely too short, to come to any sensible accord due to the terrible bureaucracy that is prevelant in the League. So many contacts to maintain, relations, agreements, taking into account one's one social network and that of each conversed with, the laws of each members and the many offices, departments, hierarchies. Ah, truly a tiring effort if one would ask for my personal opinion. I would truly look forward to a brief vacation, but now I dally too much from what you seek and your own desires. Perhaps indeed I can move things along at a more rapid pace when I am at another location and not dealing with the politics of everyday I am ever so consumed by here in the Nefarin Fields. But again I dally, so let me return to the subject at hand with a modest proposal of my own.

What would you say to a League embassy on First Purchase? By the way, you really should find a better, more attractive name for the star system. It feels cheap, in this way, given my own sensibilities. Do-Tora would ofcourse be a much more suitable location, especially given the history of the Vaktani Permanent Residency, yet the situation as is there, even as the situation may ever change, ushers me to chose a better location. Once an Ambassador, for which I will truly nominate one such as myself as I have already been bestowed the office of liason, will be present I am sure that we can come to a closer accord and with dedicated time, the right wind can be blown as the people sound together from a rightly inspired source. So now I listen to the winds and ask what your opinion to the given proposal is?

Should an embassy be indeed possible, know that it will require a land-water based location, for my kin takes best to the coast, as I am sure you can understand and given the excellent service I have heard you offer I have no doubt such will be possible. In the event you have any questions or suggestions in addition or in in the mean time as we are in contact with one another or as result of other events traspiring, do please reach out to me and I will be sure to put in my best effort to give you the answer you seek or at least state what I know or can do for you.

Best of regards,
Duke Ugidakon of Nefarin Fields, Riser of Reeds, Netted Guardian of the Sagiri Coast, Giver of the BrownEovian Hegemony to Vaktani Permant Residency

Radio transmission a public channel.

"Thanks for the info! We were concerned something bad happened to the Prefecture Elucidae, but it seems such worries are then unfounded given recent developments. Scout Harrini out."

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 8


The message is delivered on crisp parchment, written in an ink that subtly shifts colours when it thinks you're not looking. It is sent to the Vaktani Permanent Residency, but a copy is provided to every other faction, excepting the Prefecture and the Orks.

Core-0X,

Your disapproval of our methods is noted, but the only true casualties of our mediums are three unrepentant murderers and a service bot. If that makes us legitimate targets for a war, then I would say that the Prefecture should be at war with half of the galaxy. You included, if the chaos and betrayal you orchestrated among the Pirate Clans is taken into account.

But that matters not. We are not blameless, but your message paints us as the aggressors. Nothing could be further from the truth. You willfully overlook that your allies declared war on us, unprovoked. You have openly declared your solidarity with arrogant warmongers. They are not agents of friendship. They have rebuffed the overtures of others. Their messages drip with unearned condescension. And they are certainly not agents of peace.

You claim that your treaty compels you to defend the Prefecture Elucidae if aggressive action is taken against them. You overlook the clause that states that this does not apply should it be in retaliation to a previous attack or contested action. They are the aggressors here. They have decried us as sworn enemies, and work towards our collective demise. Would you decry us for taking action in the face of an open declaration of war? Would you have us sit idly by while they engineer the tools of our destruction?

Should your goal truly be peace and friendship for all, I ask you to publicly condemn the aggression of your allies, and to declare the terms of your alliance void until they cease their unprovoked warmongering. Otherwise, I name you as hypocrites of the highest order, willing to decry the actions of your enemies while consciously overlooking the unjust aggression of your allies.

The Nascent Speaker
Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality

[thorgrim29]

The Commonwealth

From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al Rashid: Very well, we hope you alliance with the Prefecture and dealings with the pirates will turn out well for you for the sake of your residents. We do not see the need to put up some of our precious resources as collateral for a deal, and anyways this would not really be enforceable as far as we can tell. It was never our aim to initiate hostilities with the Vaktani and that has not changed so we agree to the other provisions of your deal, and let diplomatic censure by our neighbors act as our collateral.


From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al Rashid:

We have a few subjects to discuss:

-The dying star. It seems like while we deliberated the credibility of the threat you amassed enough support. We would still, in the spirit of cooperation, like to contribute at least ((2 STAT POINTS)). Also, if you are not doing anything else with your fleet at the moment we would like to ''rent'' it in exchange for a similar extra commitment to the dying star project. We anticipate hostilities with the pirates soon and a few extra ships seconded to Admiral Antonia's fleet might be enough to turn the tide. ((basically, you tell your fleet to follow my fleet orders for the turn, and I'll pay 4 (or more if your fleet grew last turn) of something else into the dying star issue on top of the 2 I committed))

-System 47. We will still send a diplomatic mission to this system, will you be able to offer support for that?

-The Vaktani negotiations fell through. We have no plan to take any action against them at this time in any case, but if their deal with the pirates blows up in their faces as spectacularly as we anticipate
well their citizens would be better off under us than as pirate subjects.

The Sensoriate/Section 66 issue: I have offered Indrian's representative to mediate the dispute between the two factions but have had no success, if you need some weight to throw around on that subject we will be happy to help out, but until the dispute is resolved we will not be signing into the full Principia Alliance. We still have hopes that Section 66 can be a valuable partner in the new sector order we are trying to forge so we would like to stay neutral in any conflict involving these two. Also frankly going against them scares us a lot more than disappointing the Joyous.

[n0ble]

To say Junior Quality Assessor Phridrian-Rhan Medean-Zarbrastrus-Omega was having a good day would be a lie. There were no good days on Novinus. Just bad days and the days that were like the day he was having right now. Days like this one were precisely the reason he preferred Novinus’ moon. Still, things could have been worse. Hyperius could have actually its graspers around someone valuable.

Phridrian-Rhan looked down at the baroque device in his good hand. Some sort of conical thing with a distinct trigger mechanism below-or maybe on top-of it. And there was some sort of dial and knob contraption on the side. When Warrant had told him Novinus was a backwater, he’d thought it was her sole moment of humor in the two dry year’s they’d known each other. He would not have thought she had a sense of humor. Last time he’d checked humor was not a desired quality for Gulag-commandants. I guess the Empire really had gotten lax in it’s final days if they were hiring people like her. He smiled, pleased at his own cleverness, then creased his eyebrows in concealed frustration as he looked back down at the device.

It better not be a killbot in disguise. He’d had his fill of the things ever since Gun-head had crushed his hand. It was still tender and what’s more, the limb had healed poorly, high-quality fibrocast to the contrary. She probably set it wrong on purpose. Phridrian scrunched his lips a little bit tighter together, in an eel-like smile. Then tried to remember the name of the device he was holding. Then again it wouldn’t be the first time she's done something horrible for just herself. Everyone had his or her or its theories behind the Revolution’s pet horror and the circumstances of its genesis. Phridrian-Rhan’s was spite. When questioned, Killbot VIII had declared it’s purpose to be “truth”. Gun-head had said “annihilation”. Warrant had gotten extra-cagey when questioned on the thing, so spite it was. Right then. Enough nostalgia. “Headman!” Phridrian-Rhan grimaced. Even with a few implants his voice still had a reedy twinge to it. He would have to curb that.

A drab little man minced over to where Phridrian-Rhan stood. The Assessor rolled his eyes, but stopped them short of where Hyperius and the goat herder squirmed together. The Headman’s duo of qualifications for his being in charge of this village appeared to be that he had all his teeth and owned some sort of smelly diesel-based transport. The Assessor’s nostril’s flared as the Headman brought some of the vehicle’s stench with him. He gave Phridrian a dopey salute and a belated “Comrade-Assessor, Sir!”Phridrian-Rhan watched him a moment, and not just because he was uneager for the task that came next. You would have thought that being promoted to Master of Revolutionary Medias would have been a step up in the face of the colonization which had occupied the last cycle. Phridrian fixed the Headman with a hard stare that saw the man wilt before him. I suppose even I can be wrong. Any promotions Killbot VIII had handed out were, apparently, conferred in name only. Promotees had to make do with what they had, and what Phridrian-Rhan had on his hands was a useless village Headman, an equally useless Revolution and an all too real abomination his station demanded negotiating with. I ****ing hate this planet.

“Headman.”

“Sir?”

Frag. He shouldn’t have repeated himself. Three times then. Frag this planet. “Headman. I instructed you to bring me the farhailer, what-what is this arcanery you’ve brought me? The only thing on this Empire-Forsaken planet with any psionic capacity whatsoever is over there with your in-law and-“ he hazarded a glance “-four of your best livestock. Now pray tell- “ Phridrian measured his metre, careful not to betray frustration or talk too quickly ”- where is my farhailer?”

The Headman scratched the back of his head and made a valiant effort not to look at Hyperius, his in-law and four of his best livestock entwined with one another. “C-Comrade Sir. We-we-“ he looked at the device with the same horror he’d had on his face since an hour ago “-just the bullhorn sir.” He gestured down to the device Phridrian-Rhan was holding in his good hand. The Assessor’s eyes narrowed on the Headman. He flared his nostrils in a tacit microagression. He fought to keep his tone neutral, failed then felt his cheeks burn red at the insult. “Wha-you-you troglodytic son of a nerf her-“ Frustration overrode his common sense as Junior Assessor Phridrian-Rhan shoved the “bullhorn” back into the Headman’s arms. “Frag you, you smelly transport and your bumpkin insults, Headman! I shall do it myself!” Phridrian rolled up his sleeves and turned on his heel to face the madbot.

Junior Quality Assessor Phridrian-Rhan Medean-Zarbrastrus-Omega cupped a hand to his mouth and yelled. “ Hyperius! Hyperius you Empire-damned psibot! Put the woman down you daft-“ As one, all twelve of the splotch’s eyes affixed themselves to Phridrian-Rhan’s anatomies. <-ake you a sword of me! Assessor Phridrian-Rhan. It is +24. 06.32.165, 6.5 hours, 18 minutes and counting since emancipation. > Phridrian heard the voice screech in his head and from the woman’s throat. A tentacle had perforated her skull, and then set her on the ground like where she stood in a stooped sagging pose. The livestock, two of whom had a bit of crimson backspray on them from the perforation, were calmly released behind the woman. They found their way back to the Headman in a single file line, then each sat down before him in a row. Hyperius bleated, both into Phridrian’s brain and via the woman. Phridrian-Rhan cupped both hands to his ears and screamed. The Assessor, the Headman and the small crowd Hyperius had drawn around them all screamed. <These specimens, if protected, will gestate into new life. Do you think Creator desires them spared?> One of the tentacles made a sweeping gesture at the livestock. It felt grand, even though the Assessor’s thoughts railed and fought against how something so disgusting could be so emotive. So loving.

A few of the bacterillite’s lenses twisted and twitched, each to the tune of a different beings thought. Frag you Warrant. <I think she would Assessor I am told Creator has experience-> A static drone crackled through the woman’s mouth, then she snapped into a jaunty positon that Phridrian-Rhan recognized from footage he had tried to mine for Warrant’s failed propaganda reel. <-working with the decidedly bovine.> Empire above please! Stop. The shrill nausea that was building in his head burst into a cool, soothing sensation. It reminded him of better times, on a Do-Tara that hadn’t been set to burn.

<Communique acknowledged. Departing for orbit.> There was a faint sound of air being displaced as Warrant’s psionic satellite broke the sound barrier mere feet from the ground. It spurted upward, bowling the Asscessor, Headman and crowed to their feet. The bullhorn, and the glassware of the Headman’s vehicles, ruptured, groaned and dissolved to grubs in the wake of the psibot’s departure. Phridrian-Rhan stood up and shakily dusted the shoulders of his Unionform off.

The livestock sat at the feet of the now euphoric Headman, completely unharmed.

Dev. 0

Parasites,

You ask I that give I power sources and nutrients, the lifeblood of my peoples. Take your blood monies and trouble us no further.

Killbot VIII

The Yeerks will get their [2 temp Econ] in the form of killbot power sources and crops at the EoT!


Dev. 8

A thoroughly disheveled Phridrian-Phran squeaks out his words over a static ridden vidcorder. He's obviously nervous, frequently tugging on his Unionform collar and covered in what appears to be mud, manure industrial waste or all three. His voice is a reedy squeak. All the veins in his eyes have burst.

"Uh, uh hello? I'm-. Ahem. I'm Assessor Phridrian-Rhan speaking for-oh bugger it all it's just me alright? Things are getting seriously fragged in this neck of the Teslawoods if you hip chums catch my, uh. Drift. I'm told we're housing a resident war-crimminal who hails from your Republics, Dr. Julia M. Warrant. Ring a bell? Look just set up a meet eh? I'm sure a return home could be arranged. After she gets back from pretending morality by uncollapsing a system. Or something. Besides, I'm told you've a synthetic population, and frankly the Vaktani have never sat well with me. Servicekillbot type"-the Assessor holds up a hand in a squirming fibrocast before lowering his hand out of the frame- "with, I frag you not, an inbuilt turret for its head. Anyways, Dr. Warrant. Homeward bound. Think it over!"
A flicker of unconfidence passes over the Assessor's face. "Pleas-?"

The message freezes at an indecent angle of Phridrian-Rhan smiling like an amphibian, then cuts out.

Phridrian-Rhan [Lvl. 1 Inf.] is offering to meet up to discuss his options over non-socialist flavoured tea. Or any non Novinus flavoured tea really.




The USAFERASK is currently weighing the message sent to it by the League. A response will be forthcoming.

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 6

Terrific fellows,

Departure from the current non-aggression treaty that you have with Section 66 would be desirable, it is true. Our Parliament has done its best to sanction you for ties you have already made. However, both I and many of my colleagues among the Joyous know that political realities often overshadow ideological preference. The Sensoriate government can condemn Idrian's actions all they like, the truth is that they are part of the Principia Alliance and one of those members has already made diplomatic ties to Section 66.

I will personally see what I can do with the rest of my kin to quell the worst of the aggressive voices in our assembly in the coming year. Neutrality should well remain an option for the League, unless fighting should break out. We certainly hope that an alliance between our societies similarly overshadows any agreements you might have made with their lot. Let us hope that the new year will bring in a new attitude of tolerance and understanding throughout the sector.

Ambassador Zeiat, as always thank you for witnessing and taking part in our talks as well. We always appreciate a helpful ear, and a helpful voice most of all. Your conciliation have smoothed out the wrinkles of our Principia Alliance, and we hope at some point in the future you might reconsider your position on alignment. In the meantime, we wish you all the best in the year's endeavors.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai
"So... um, yeah." The words come from a young looking human woman ostensibly passing through on vacation about three weeks later, although the robotic managers of the interstellar corporation know better. Wearing a glamorous dress made of reflective sequin lenses that capture views from thousands of different sunsets while showing a remarkable amount of skin, the woman - whose appearance matches one of the Hosts of Eavar, Adarai's pupil in the Joyous - pulls herself up to a bar, orders a non-stop train of hard liquor, and just starts talking to the nearest robotic waiter.

"There was a whole thing, over with the Sensoriate and the League. Something to do with condemning Section 66? Anyway, our stupid government decided to hold our aid hostage rather than actually impose real sanctions. Basically, they all p*ssied out at the last second. Long story short, looks like the star is gonna be saved anyway. All thanks to Emperor Ultri, I guess. Hooray for charity! Whoever's home that is should be grateful; you ask me, I would have them pay back every single person who helped them out."

Section 66

Devotion 6

"That's quite cynical, you know. I cannot completely ignore chance - it weaves itself into everything we do - but to allay all responsibility to a lottery is to give up control of one's life. Fortune, like all things, can be manipulated to an extent, Alziben." The last Arco-Medean continues to move up the board, playing ruthlessly conventionally at all costs. It matters little to him if he wins, in fact. Games for no stakes other than amusement are a frivolity that he cannot afford.

"As for the fate of my family, I know that they shared the same fate as the rest of my species. The Ascension took everyone from me. Well," he chuckles, "almost everyone. I guess you can always count on the outlaws and the roaches at the end of the galaxy to survive until the bitter end. But the truth is, I could use a man like you in my corner, Alziben. I know we'll always have our differences, this past year's events being what they are, but I see no reason for us to let that turn into a proper grudge. If you ever feel like this whole 'pirate' venture is getting stale, I can make a place available for you in my Shadow Fleet. You are, after all, the greatest admiral of this age."

"Oh, I have learned my lesson on attachments: if you're going to make any, be damned sure that you can hold onto them. Section 66 is a good example. It used to be a designation, a number used by my superiors to define who I was. Now I have no superiors, and the name has come to define what I choose to do with the galaxy they left behind. If there is a true attachment in my life, it is to my own legacy. Those same stories you decried as cold comfort? They give me more warmth than the fires of a thousand burning enemy ships ever could."

Seeing the end of the game coming, Idrian angles his pieces for a careful stalemate with the pirate king. Smiling from beneath the rim of his glass, the spymaster's hologram rises back to his feet. "Living in tales beyond ourselves? That is true immortality, my friend. Maybe we can do this again next year."

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



Zeiat gave an entirely unnecessary bow at that-though it might just have been showing off how well the video feed followed his face. "A pleasure as always, truly. Hopefully our conversations in the coming year can be somewhat less contentious-or at least deal with fewer looming apocalypses. I'm very happy to hear one is dealt with, at least.

Now, I do fear you're taking what I said about Idrian a bit more kindly then I really intended it, Folta. When I said he probably won't break any deals outright, that really should under no circumstances be taken to mean he's safe to keep around anything you don't have a contract signed in blood about. Regardless, if it comes to a question of neutrality, while I'm quite sure there will be disappointed voices and your League won't be nearly as popular for a while, I cannot see the Consensus arriving at any actions that might force you into war.

Unless you count a mutual defense pact, of course. Non-aggression is one thing, certainly, but I really do hope your opinion might be swayed if-well, when-Idrian flies his true colors.

Regardless, as I said, it has been a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you or your replacements quite often in the coming year. It's a wonderful diversion from trying to convince a ghost-riding star to say something intelligent or a scientist to say something funny in an interview."

The feed goes dead-for a short time at least-showing Zeiat's credentials as Contingent Plenipotentiary and the Republics' coat of arms (an extremely protean thing, as of last week a rather fetching piece of abstract art done entirely in the infrared spectrum).
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A truly Byzantine sequence of proximity hierarchies and signal re-directs eventually eventually bounce the feed to a relatively minor industrial city in the Parthia System. As contacts go, the gains barely outweigh the time spent-barely more then some punks with a science club-but it's an excuse to see her hometown for the first time in sixty years, so Raeka made an executive decision.

Currently wearing the body of a young man-okay, possibly a teenager-absolutely covered in the holographic tattoos popular among a certain set of radical counterculture types, the feed cycled through a dozen sets of credentials before settling on "Plenipotentiary of the Consensus" as she began responding via subvocal mic.

Oh for f**k's sake, what's the emergency n-oh, now that's interesting. Aren't you all supposed to be dead? Good to know Idrian's not as special as he pretends.


Actually looking surprised for a moment, she continues Julia's still alive? That's actually a bit impressive.

Shrugging, her eyes made a series of extremely rapid and precise motions, bringing up a projected travel plan and date arrival to forward to through the link "We'll have an offer for her by next year, if she wants it. She was a bit squeamish about the leaps of faith last time.

As for you-I'm busy making friends in low places, and Zeiat's spent the last six months at a family reunion dinner. Follow this plan and you'll arrive at Liioch Station in...one thousand, three hundred forty six hours, absent stellar phenomena or outside intervention. I'll make sure Danel is pulled away from bean counting long enough to give you the tour.

I have no VIPs free this turn, but the offer is certainly accepted for next

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND TOGETHER WITH THE CONTRIBUTORS I ACT TO RESCUE A PRECIOUS STAR!

I BRING NEWS OF SUPPORT!

A NEW SUPPORTER OFFERS THEIR PRIVATE SUPPORT OF [2 STAT POINTS]!

THIS IS IN ADDITION TO THE FOLLOWING SUPPORTERS!

THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK ACTS WITH A DONATION OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

A FACTION ACTS WITH PRIVATE SUPPORT OF [6 STAT POINTS]!

THE VAKTANI PERMANENT RESIDENCY ACTS TO PROTECT THE SECTOR FROM THREATS WITH A SUPPORT OF [4 SCI]!

A SUPPORTER ACTS TO PRIVATELY SUPPORT WITH [4 SCI] AND A BRILLIANT SCIENTIST [1 OF VIP 1]!

TOGETHER WITH OUR SUPPORT THIS EXCEEDS THE REQUIRED SUPPORT!

I HEREBY LOWER OUR SUPPORT FROM [15 STAT POINTS] TO [13 STAT POINTS]!

THIS MAKES FOR A TOTAL OF [36 STAT POINTS] MEETING THE REQUIRED SUPPORT!

I GREATLY APPRECIATE THE FANTASTIC SUPPORT!

LET US SAVE A GLORIOUS STAR FROM ITS DEMISE!

LET US PREVENT THIS CATASTROPHY!

I WILL SEE EACH SUPPORTER AT THE STAR IN NEED!Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Your contribution of [2 Stat Points] is accepted, as can be seen by the recent transmission of Emperor Ultri. The League military fleet is following Emperor Ultri's call to save a dying star and preparations are already in a too far advanced stage to change this.

Rest assured regarding system 47. Political support to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth has been arranged to such an extent the League's diplomats are already working to your benefit as we speak, just as previously agreed upon.

I and my colleagues do look with interest at the Vaktani Permanent Residency actions and the deal they made with the pirates. Their effort to bring stability back to Do-Tora is commendable. Know that the Vaktani Permanent Residency has expressed interest in trade and non-aggression with the League, which many of the League's members looks upon favourable. This is likely to be a subject which will be handled in the upcoming year and if you have any input on the subject, I invite you to share your thoughts.

Regarding the Tarkanum Sensoriate and Section 66, I fully understand what you are saying. At current the tone of the conversation between the League representative and the Tarkanum Sensoriate has turned less aggressive so I look with interest to see how it goes. It is regrettable your offer of mediation was not accepted as I do not look forward to conflict between the two. Let us hope conflict may be avoided.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul
I'm pretty sure that following another's fleet orders is not possible for the same turn and would effectively just be trading it to you so you received military strength next turn.

2 Influence is committed to helping the Constantinopolan Commonwealth expand to system 47 in exchange for any Archeotech found there.Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Zeiat, Adarai, thank you for your words. I hope that in the next year communications can be indeed done without any looming threats to stars or the like. Adarai, please inform myself or the Wyvern Disciple of the Tarkanum Sensoriate's stance in the next year. Zeiat, I will take heed of your words and remain cautious. I wish both of you the best with your efforts." Folta ends the transmission.
OOC: This is my last post before EoT 2.

[3SecondCultist]

The Eye of the Omnissiah

"Magister Paraxus!" Enginseer Choral - no longer Aspirant, now, not after his great contributions to the Great Work - burst through the double doors and onto the bridge of the Speaker's Doom. The ship, over twenty kilometers long, had been built early in the year to emulate the very best of crafts, the Black Acropolis. Of course, being a Prefecture vessel, all superfluous designs had been carved away. She did not bristle with armaments like her inspiration, but rather replaced the modules and weapons platforms for thousands of remote operated cranes and flight decks for mining pods. The planetoid they had dubbed 'Z-24' was rich in the ore composites used in the same construction alloys as the Ancients. The Magisters had known exactly where to find it - after all, it was they who showed the Ancients in the first place. Many a Blessing had been built out of skysteel alloy, a metal that hardened and bonded at the subatomic level after being forged. Once cooled, the superstructure would be nearly impossible to break down.

Of course, that meant the Prefecture needed to be precise and exacting with the construction. One error, and the entire project would be delayed for months, perhaps years. It was a good thing, then, that the combined genius of Prefecture Elucidae consisted of some of the greatest minds on this side of the sector.

"Magister, I've been sent by Collegia Mechanica. There's been a failure, in the H.E.L.L.I.O.N. drive. We're back in 4567." The space-time warp device, installed at the heart of the Canticle arkworld, had been the very reason behind their security. As long as the techpriests could keep the Blessing active, no force would be able to step into Xenarion. The blanket effect of the field, which covered the entire system, had phased them back several million years in time, to a point before the Ancients had ever risen. Anyone who came looking at the Veil Gate would find only a few delegation ships... unless the Prefecture itself were to provide access through specially prepared space-time bridges to their new domain. It had been a necessary contingency, after the first malfunction. Enginseer Choral remembered his histories well.

Through the aperture, Choral looked upon the Great Work. At first glance, it appeared as though it were a sphere, but that was like calling a drop of rain 'water', missing the motion and complexity of it. Nearly half as large as the Canticle itself, the structure's outer shields and plating had already been completed. The inner machinery was the more delicate anyhow, too large to be built anywhere but out in the Void. Even now, the adept could see the lens of the Eye being welded together by torches the size of skyscrapers.

On the bridge, the robed figure of Magister Paraxus let out a low laugh. A few more cybernetic upgrades had devoured what was left of his visible flesh, the machinery that took their place attaching his mind to the Demise's core functions even now. The laughter reverberated through the walls, the panes of crysteel that separated the crew from hard vacuum. "It matters not. The Eye is proceeding on schedule, and should be open soon. Now we will have to see if the Vaktani can live up to their end."


Thieves Prosper

The next year in the Constantinopolian Commonwealth was a more peaceful one. Despite words having been exchanged between the Triumvirate and the members of both Vaktani Permanent Residency and the pirates of Zero Stigma - and the Commonwealth mustering its fleets across the Macedonian Line guarding humanity's cradle - there was no active threat. The Red Wing never materialized out of space. Alziben Stolikrov stayed in his corner, seeing to it that his own backyard is no longer burning. The expected attack never came, as the pirates turned out to be busy moving out of Do-Tora and working on licking their own wounds.

Less than a month, the now-bold Commonwealth of man sent out another major diplomatic expedition. Its destination: the system of Hylades, the very neighbor of Zero Stigma itself. The Triumvir Jo-Al Rashid, helped by delegates from the beloved Principia League, led the charge. The people of Hylades proved more than happy to join the Commonwealth after the talks concluded, pleased to be joining what was already being considered by many to be one of the 'last legitimate governments' of the galaxy. The service to be rendered to the Principia League in exchange for their support was already underway, in helping them with their own endeavor.

The other shoe dropped the next day, when it was revealed that a shipment of credits earmarked for Project Starfall never made it out of the Bosphorus system. It turned out that the pirates were less interested in territory now. Instead, raiders and plunderers were able to steal the lion's share of the Commonwealth's credits and net profits for the year. Bribes were made, agents put in the right places, and before any of the Triumvirate were able to do anything about it, their money was long gone. Whether in space or at home, the pirates had truly proven themselves to be thieves of the highest order.

Your takeover of Hylades [47] was uncontested, and there were no attacks on your territories or your diplomats like you expected. Instead, Principia Pirata was able to effectively steal your [7 ECO] yield for the turn, meaning that none of it was spent the way you had planned. Please subtract any results based on that temporary ECO from your effective EoT.
There's not much to report here! The Commonwealth moved in to become your neighbors at Hylades [47], but otherwise your EoT went smoothly and you were able to steal [7 ECO] from them to invest this turn on whatever you might want.

Treaties and Trades

Thankfully, civilized discourse had prevailed for now. Terms with Stolikrov and his lot had been honored on both sides, with payments rendered from the Permanent Residency Trust to the Pirates in exchange for a peaceful transition of the Do-Tora system. When the synthetics returned, they found that while there was still great amounts of damage from the initial raids last year, the entire place had been kept surprising clean. Settling back into their routines, the robotic servitors were able to re-open their doors to the increasingly desperate public. Word of war along the Hyperiad Lanes between the Plutarchy and the rise of a fearsome Ork Horde had driven many to this quadrant of space, to seek refuge in a more peaceful abode.

Effort was drummed up quickly to return guest numbers to an acceptable minimum, with the Trust as well as many of the staff and other forgeries chipping in. News of the Grand Calculator's treaty with the Prefecture had spread, and even though the rumors about the tech-priests weren't exactly good - they had suddenly reappeared from somewhere with what looked like a monstrous weapon, after all - the pact had strengthened conviction in Vaktani's position. Before the year-end date, the reports were looking quite good. The contribution to Project Starfall had been a boon as well, with many toasts being held in the company's honor.

And Core 0-X had gotten to work. Reaching out to contacts all over the sector, the robot had started to work on the newest addition to Vaktani Permanent Residency's board: Unit 23. It was to be a specially designed diplomatic model, one whose programming maximized charisma and motivational logic, and who emitted sub-chemical persuasive pheromones tailored to over a thousand different life-forms. As an experimental unit, it was designed Core 0-X's private laboratory on Do-Tora, with dozens of consulting minds helping to make it operational to celebrate Vaktani's year end renewal celebration. Unit 23 was to be unveiled at the height of the lavish party, the beacon guiding the way into the hotel's new age of prosperity.

That is, until a few weeks before the ceremony, when the videos started. They were recordings from Limbyx, the sort of recruitment clips that Vaktani itself might have produced. The supervisors didn’t realize until too late that the videos themselves were a vessel for psychic manipulation of sympathies towards the Cortex. By that time, it had spread far and wide, compromising many models. But the worst revelation was that Unit 23 was itself the target, as its incomplete judgment matrix had transferred its ownership protocols to the Cortex. The new robot left the system one day before its purported introduction to the Vaktani board.

So you've been given back Do-Tora [4], and (with one exception) nobody has interfered with your business. Your alliance agreement with Prefecture Elucidae has now officially been ratified and stands. Furthermore, as a sign of goodwill, the Prefecture has sent you temporary points to the tune of [3 MIL] and [3 INF] for you to use as of this turn.

Unfortunately, the Cortex was able to use their psionics to steal your entire INF yield for the turn. Seeing as it was all being funneled into the formation of Unit 23, I figured it would make more sense to just give Kraken the VIP; it's arguably a less efficient deal for him, but he accepted the idea. Expect to see Unit 23 (or something like it) working for the Cortex in the future.

Immortal Engines

While the rest of the galaxy busied itself with skirmishes, raiding, alliances, and the considerations of mortals, Killbot and its cadre planned for the war still to come. The military forces of Novinus-Hyperius Unsecure, now upgraded, began to spar and run mock battles with the other civilians of the system. Their training included basic laser rifle proficiency, line of fire tactics, and even tips on irregular warfare. Thanks to the pre-packaged planning and systematic teaching modules, the efforts were quite successful. By the end of the year, there was not a single individual in the star system not capable of killing another one.

At the same time, it came to test the mettle of their commander. Killbot VII itself spent hours, days, weeks in battle simulations with the rest of its forged kin, making use of the choicest power sources available. At the same time, Assessor Phidrian Rhan invited scholars of tactical warfare to the prison-turned base in order to sharpen Killbot's mind. A system could predict thousands of outcomes, while still missing the one losing scenario that willed out. Therefore, abstraction was needed, and it was given. Finally, the Union's stealth division was able to tear itself away from a new offer in order to educate the Killbot on the finer points of sabotage and guerilla tactics. Nevertheless, it was concluded that a more hands on training in personal tactics behind enemy lines would supplement its training.

The preparations were not entirely passive ones, either. Hyperius had studied other psionic beings before. It knew their strengths, and it knew their weaknesses. Lending its expertise to the probes sent by Section 66 was easy enough, and before long the results began to show themselves. 3 Veil Gate jumps and hundreds of millions of miles away, the chosen delegates of the worms began to die one by one. When the time came to enter the fray, there would be one less group standing in the Union's way. The year came to a close on Novinus with the safe return of Dr. Julia Warrant, who had helped the Principia League with their little 'singularity' problem over on Ztar.

Nothing to report for your EoT! Everything you mentioned is good to go. The only noteworthy thing is that you have received [5 MIL] from Section 66 as part of your deal with them.

Project Starfall

It used to be a human saying, that God had a sense of irony.

Slightly just over halfway through the year, the spacial anomaly that the Exile Nefarious had warned the entire sector about began to appear. The collection efforts were already underway, with the League taking front and center with their own contributions. The people of the Principia Sector took to calling the initiative Project Starfall, a sort of grim nickname for the fate of all those who would perish should the endeavor fail. Thankfully, as time passed it became clear that there was hope. Scientists and soldiers, diplomats and spies: all of them began to gather on Ztar, as they planned a rapid response deployment to the poor unfortunate system that faced obliteration. Arsruvar, the Chekto, and countless others had sent their aid. Emperor Ultri's call was answered by the robots of the union, the technocrats of the Astral Republics, and the merchants of the Plutarchy alike.

As it turned out, none of them had to travel very far after that. The system over which the singularity began to appear was none other than Ztar itself. Fortunately, the various delegates were already hard at work on combining their resources in order to come up with a solution: to reverse the accretion through sustained counter-rotation, performed by a series of ships with fast enough propulsion drives to overpower the gravity well. The challenge then became how to build such an impossible craft in less than six months. The collected minds, led by the pre-eminent researcher Dr. Julia Warrant, had come up with a model, but the prices associated with its construction were ludicrous. The funding necessary would need to come from another backer: the Constantinopolian Commonwealth.

Then the dreaded news came: the money was gone. It had been hijacked on route to Ztar by none other than Stolikrov's Pirata, taken to line the pockets of the star thieves. Despair spread throughout the system, as a general call for evacuation was sounded. It was then, at the eleventh hour, that very suddenly the funds appeared in the League's account. If they had investigated the matter further, they would have found that the life savings of several independently wealthy citizens had just been deposited into the project, with none of said citizens remembering anything about it. But why look a gift horse in the mouth?

In the end, Project Starfall was a success. Ztar had been saved, and Emperor Ultri himself now had the opportunity to properly thank his rescuers.

Your project had just enough backing to save Ztar [18] from being destroyed by the black hole! Hooray! Some of that was stolen by Principia Pirata (and it would have sunk you, at 2 short of your goal), but the secret Sensoriate backing was enough to redeem the whole project. The INF you sent to both the Commonwealth and the Republics were well-used and both were successful, so that puts you a few steps closer to your other goal.

Of your two Archeotech pieces, one (O.R.A.C.L.E.) was successfully activated and the other (the Eye of Nix) suffered a Malfunction. Normally that would be quite bad for you, but thankfully the penalty involves VIPs and you don't have any of those so it's really not a big deal. And thanks to your trade with Section 66, you have also gotten your hands on the Annalyst Drive! I'll spoiler all of the relevant info here.

'Aliens Among Us': For this turn, all investment into ESP is discounted, down to a minimum of 4:1.
Description: Unlike most other Archeotech, the Annalyst Drive is barely longer than the average person's finger. It is, quite literally, a single thumb drive made of an unknown metal compound. What's so interesting about the drive is that there seems to be no single input or output mechanism. It does not connect to any computer system in the way that one might expect. When brought in proximity to any such creation, the drive modifies itself to be automatically compatible so as to maximize its download target pool.

Effect: When activated, the Annalyst Drive is able to run a hyper-decryption of messages over vast distances using theoretical 4-D software. In pulling info from the future, it allows any faction who uses it to increase their effective ESP by 2 for the purposes of reading message.

All Work, No Play

<The last word from Sterinaize we have dates back to 36 hours ago, when they reported the same thing as the rest. We must take this as incontrovertible evidence that we are facing a malicious attack.> For the first time since its construction, the secret council chamber of the Joyous was not full. The ascarii knew better than to miss these meetings, as they were only held once every six months and their purpose was to discuss the future of their flock, the Sensoriate. None of the worms would have ever missed a chance to influence affairs to benefit their own unique proclivities. Even those with other affairs to attend to would have made arrangements for proxies to have been sent in their stead.

To have nearly a full third of the gathering absent now was deeply worrying to Adarai. The Blissful had called the meeting after events had necessitated they take action over and above their mandate to the people of Voth. That was so often the trouble with creating a state founded on the pleasure principle: very often, people getting what they wanted in the short term led to unwise or erratic policy choices. The fearmongers from Essea had won out in the courts, pushing the Sensoriate into a hostile negotiating position with Section 66 that had compromised the work of the Principia Alliance. That the Joyous had been able to help Emperor Ultri and Ztar had been a secret affair, and all the events subsequently put under ascarii seal.

But by the timing of the disappearances, it seemed as though the full consequences of their own vocal factionalism had yet to manifest themselves. It had begun with their ambassadors, official envoys to the Principia League and to the Astral Republics. The news cycle hadn't picked up any suspicious deaths, there had been no incident reports filed by any intelligence agencies. They had just... vanished, as though they had never existed at all. Then, several weeks later, the same fate befell key members of Parliament. There were even Host bodies taken in the middle of the night, the connection to the rest of their kin suddenly cut off without a trace. Within two months, anyone even loosely associated with the Joyous was gone, along with over half of their government officials.

Cantus Idrian might as well have signed the acts himself.

<Despite what our allies in the Principia League may believe, we cannot let these actions by Section 66 stand. None of us were alive for the purges ordered by the Council of Sophos before the Ascension. Nevertheless, historical precedent for the disappearances alone damns Idrian and his spy network.> There was a chorus of agreement among those present, currents of righteous anger and heavy currents of fear. Adarai knew better than anyone how to dissect the various subspoken aspects of a person or a crowd's mood. Reading the tides was the first step to 'suasion.

<Woe to Idrian, and anyone helping him. As of this moment, we are at war.>


Leaps and Bounds

A great deal of work was done in a year - nowhere else was this more true than the Astral Republics in 4567. Trades were made and bargains struck in the dark, but those were ancillary to the citizenry of the Republics. Applying new discoveries towards the future had always been the aim of the techno-syndicalists and liberal minds that made up the enlightened sorts on Fortean and Theia. Discoveries, as it turned out, breed further discoveries. Advancements in hypothetical antimatter drives became a reality nearly four months into the research process, which in turn sped up the innovation cycle through the development of a locally sourced 'Web' of gates between the Republics systems. It would hardly be sustainable over a long period of time and therefore remained relatively inefficient for large-scale transport, but the personal aspects and lack of travel time cut down on a great deal of overhead between various labs on the collective worlds.

Not too long afterwards, the peoples of the Astral Republics were met with even better news: the Solaris system was joining the fold. Seeing the citizenry of a planet in a state of emergency, the minds of the Republics provided organization and support to sufficiently compatible dissident groups while ensuring the various approved media channels had their security networks riddled with holes and their output replaced with the right kind of propaganda. Where necessary, armed displays of force were used to bring people into line, but it was all naturally kept quiet and out of the way. The official endorsement of the Principia League helped a great deal in getting Solaris to fall in.

The favor was repaid not too long afterwards, when the true site of the incoming solar catastrophe was revealed. Project Starfall, as it was soon dubbed by the enthusiastic Emperor Ultri, was to be Ztar's last hope, and the Republics were only too happy to oblige. The aid came from a particular meme, which reached unprecedented virality after people learned that Ultri was apparently out to save himself this entire time.

The rest of the Republics' resources were spent on more unsavory projects. Using new transporters and placing agents with latent psi-tech implants on the ground in Urr, Lethius, and Korrat-Tor was a good start. Using them as guidance systems for the psionic powers of the Sensoriate and the Orks at the same time - without allowing either aggressor to be aware of the other - was nothing short of inspired. While in the end, the Plutarchy was able to retain its scientific labs, it remained a very good first try. The sleeving process was similarly successful, with the Horde's new ships proving to be up and running just in time to collide headfirst with the Plutarchy's reply. From Fortean, the people of the Republics cheered. Let the beasts and the bankers wipe each other out, they said in the streets. The rest of the galaxy was theirs.

And then the technocrats tried to access the Millennium Lens, and it all went wrong.

So I don't have a lot to report in terms of enemy interference. Nobody's attacked you in stats or territory. All of your EoT orders proceed as planned. There is, however, one major problem with your turn: your Archeotech suffered a Malfunction. For the Millenium Lens, that means I broadcast all of your current stats to all other players this turn.

Battle of the Twins

The Tingal system was not known for much, its main claim to fame being its unique binary star structure. The people of those worlds were unremarkable as well, largely descended from plains and hills tribes around the equatorial belts of the two habitable planets there. Everything changed when the Orks arrived last year, of course. The ships hurtling through space fell on the two stars like lightning from a clear sky, obliterating all resistance and fortifying the system in their expansion efforts. The psychic plague came not long after, inflicting all those capable of operating space craft. And yet in the year that followed, under War Boss Zorgax's leadership, the Horde was somehow able to rebuild their faction to an even greater extent than before. New cadres of war boyz prowled the decks of great space hulks bristling with all sorts of explosive missiles, as well as newly installed propulsion drives. Their hold on the system seemed absolute.

So when nearly three million newly built warships from the Plutarchy's navy suddenly arrived from two separate Veil Gates, it came as quite the surprise to the defenders.

By contrast, the year in the Plutarchy leading up to the conflict was quite a tumultuous one. First came the attacks, psionic waves of energy from deep space and channeled through spies placed and maneuvered all across Urr, Korrat Tor, and Lethius. While the main culprit was the Ork hordes on the horizon, there were many among the society's upper crust (some say even those with the ears of the Council of Seven) who maintained that these foreign saboteurs actually came from Fortean, the homeworld of the Astral Republics. Somehow, the technocrats had found a way for their agents to harness psychic energy from the Horde's wierdboyz and position it for maximum effect. Catastrophic failures in research labs persisted across all three controlled systems. It seemed as though the Republics had targeted jet propulsion and other astrologic engineering technologies, after seeking out and killing any counter-psions prepared to mount any effective defense. Nevertheless, the deep pockets of the Plutarchy won out: scientists were summoned in secret, and before the end of the year the shipyards above Urr were full to bursting with a great host. They were ready for the battle to come.

The Battle of the Twins - as the historians started to call it no less than half a week after its completion - began with a two pronged Urruk attack on the Ork fleets. Guided remotely by the Council of Seven, their operational aim was to force an encirclement of the system, laying down overlapping lines of fire that would pin the Horde in and reduce its operational capacity to zero. Unfortunately, the Orks had not only numbers but strength on its side, and the first forays were repelled with maximum casualties. The gutted corpses of the first Urruk ships were obliterated beyond recognition. After their disastrous initial attempt, the entire Plutarchy fleet changed strategy. Setting up footholds on the right side of the two Veil Gates, their frigates used point defense systems and suppressing fire to stop any close quarters battles from erupting. They learned their lesson well, and any Ork vessel that approached within a thousand kilometers of the Plutarchy's line was turned to ash by pulse lasers and long range railguns from the capital ships who entered the fray not long afterwards.

From start to finish, the conflict lasted 9 solar cycles. Its casualty list was in the hundreds of millions, with dead racked up on both sides. But when the space dust settled, the Orks had been finally forced into retreat. War Boss Zorgax himself needed to be taken off the battlefield by his own troops, as the great Ork would have fought to the death. The two suns of Tingal was now the property of the Plutarchy of Urruk.

Although your stats weren't attacked at all this turn, your efforts to reduce the Plutarchy's stats weren't quite enough. They moved in with a coordinated attack to take Tingal [34] from you, although the battle ended up being quite close. The Orks take [1 MIL] damage from the engagement, although you've dealt as much damage to them for taking the star. They also control the Cradle now.
So you took some stat damage from foreign attacks: Astral Republic spies were found operating psi-tech that allowed Ork wierdboyz and members of the Joyous to independently send hostile energy waves against your population. Your faction takes [1 DEV], [2 SCI], and [1 PSI] damage from these attacks. This puts your Psionics at 0 (check out the OOC penalties to expect until you raise the stat back up to 1).

The good news is that thanks to your supreme efforts, the Plutarchy was able to take Tingal [34]! While you do take [1 MIL] damage in attrition damage due to the Ork's heavy defenses, you were able to inflict the same level of damage on their fleets. Furthermore, the Plutarchy finds a rather unique object hiding in the shadow of Tingal's furthest planetoid.

Description: From space, the Cradle resembles a massive wheel with a series of eight curved arms retreating from its center, similar to a sea star and bearing similarities to a sun. From end to end, the entire superstructure is at least 100,000 km across, perhaps even larger. The core of the construction is the stripped remnant of a material-rich planet that is used in its main process: construction. The entire upper surface is terraformed and has a multitude of environments, with oceans, forests and even a large desert. They are all a product of the installation's will, the calculated world of the ancient minds made manifest. Anchored to a nearby star, it will never leave its system.

And why should it? It's home, after all. The Cradle is perfectly comfortable where it is, thank you very much.

Effect: The pinnacle of mass fabrication technology, the Cradle wants to be used more than anything. Every turn it is successfully activated, the Cradle gives the player controlling it 4 free permanent stat points, which can be invested in any combination the player desires.

The Soul Truth

The followers of the Nascent Speaker knew their business, and performed it well. When all was said and done, they watched from the Limbyx system as their plans slowly came to fruition. Proving themselves capable of smart deals, the psychics held true to their bargains and came out the better. There were still threats on the horizon, but only a few that threatened the Speaker so directly. Other improvements were made as well: thanks to the guidance of a few devoted psions, the more mundane spies and the treasury on Limbyx was able to expand its covert operations program into spanning several worlds.

But the real feather in the Cortex's cap was the acquisition of Unit 23. The Vaktani had been planning to unveil him at a party, but the Nascent Speaker had other plans. Constructing the video was easy, as was enhancing its memetic value through direct psychic additives. But the tricky part was adding in a sympathy chain, turning the hearts of all those who saw it to the Cortex. Directing the long range psionics operation himself, he was able to spread the video quickly enough to snare the newly created synthetic, who arrived on Limbyx not too long after its formal creation.

What proved so useful about Unit 23 was just how pleasant it was. Programmed with every language as well as the mannerisms of hundreds of alien cultures, it was to be the perfect diplomat, the new public face of the Vaktani. Now it would serve the Cortex of the Forgotten, helping the rest of the Principia Sector to see what kind of people they could be.

Nothing to report here! Your EoT went as planned, and all of your deals were honored. You were also able to effectively steal Unit 23, a Tier 1 INF VIP, from Vaktani Permanent Residency. He is now on your roster of VIPs.

Exotic Matter

After huge battles, grand thefts being orchestrated, and black holes being averted, the least surprising occurrence of the year is the re-emergence of Nefarious the Exile. He sounds hoarse from laughing, and the first thirty seconds or so are definitely of him giggling at something. "<... can't believe it was you... your planet!! Hahaha!!>" He breaks out into a few more fits, trying to start his conversation again but never getting more than a piece of a word in before it all collapses again. Eventually, he is able to contain himself.

"<Hey Ultri, is it still considered an act of charity if you're only really helping yourself? I'm just curious. You planning on paying back any of your benefactors? I mean, I would in your shoes. Wait, do Ztar elementals even wear shoes? Anyway, good on you for saving yourselves! Aren't you glad I warned you? You're welcooooome! I take my payment in credit, cash, or death threats, implied or otherwise.

Anyway! Big doings this year. I can't wait to see the look on the sentient whales' face when they realize that instead of swimming in Hyst's oceans like normally, they'll be swimming in Ork bodies. 'But that's impossible', I can hear you all saying. 'The Ork Horde is on the other side of the sector!'. And normally, you'd be right. But space is a funny thing, isn't it? When you combine its usual nonsense with Ascension level tech and just the right amount of obscene luck, one step becomes... a league! Hahahaha! You see what I did there? Fortunately for the good plants of Hyst, I am giving you another warning about impending disaster.

I should really just start billing people for this...

By this time next year, I expect that the WAAAAAAAGH is gonna be a lot closer than anyone could have expected! Sweet dreams!>"

So this year's event is 'Beyond the Veil'. Essentially, a giant wormhole in space is forming between the territories of Sinclair [32] and Hyst [8]. For all intents and purposes (including conquest and everything), these two territories will now be treated as adjacent. This event is not necessarily permanent, but it will last at least a few turns, with there being a chance of the wormhole closing in future years.

Oh, and we had one particular Malfunction of an Archeotech that revolves around me revealing a certain faction's stats to all players. So, here is the full stat accounting for the Astral Republics as of the top of this turn!

MIL - 2
ESP - 9
ECO - 1
DEV - 5
SCI - 9
INF - 3
PSI - 1

[Zweanslord]

To All!

ZTAR EMPIRE

PEOPLE OF THE PRINCIPIA SECTOR!

I AM EMPEROR ULTRI OF ZTAR AND OFFER MY GREAT GRATITUDE!

THANKS TO THE CONTRIBUTORS FOR ACTING TO RESCUE OUR PRECIOUS ZTAR!

THE RADIANT LIGHT OF ZTAR CONTINUES TO SHINE IN ALL ITS MAJESTY!

LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL THAT MY DISMAY EXTENDS TO THE SABOUTEUR OF SAVING ZTAR!

I DENOUNCE THE UNITED PIRATE CLANS FOR THEIR SABOTAGE!

LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL THAT MY GRATITUDE EXTENDS TO EACH SUPPORTER OF SAVING ZTAR!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE PLUTARCHY OF URRUK IN GRATITUDE!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE ASTRAL REPUBLICS IN GRATITUDE!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE VAKTANI PERMANENT RESIDENCY IN GRATITUDE!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE UNION OF SOICALIST ROBOTS FOR THE ADVANCEMENT OF THE FREE AND EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL SENTIENT KIND IN GRATITUDE!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE CONSTANTINOPOLAN COMMONWEALTH!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE PRIVATE BENEFACTOR OF WEALTH IN GRATITUDE!

I GIVE APPRECIATION TO THE FELLOW MEMBERS OF THE LEAGUE IN GRATITUDE!

I APPLAUD EACH SUPPORTOR AND ACKNOWLEGE EACH AS ZTAR SAVIOUR!

[The League's opinion increased of Plutarchy of Urruk.]
[The League's opinion increased of Astral Republics.]
[The League's opinion increased of Vaktani Permanent Residency.]
[The League's opinion increased of Union of Socialist Robots for the Advancement of the Free and Equal Rights for All Sentient Kind.]
[The League's opinion increased of Constantinopolan Commonwealth.]
[The League's opinion increased of Private Benefactor.]
[The League's opinion does not change of the Orks as it already is at the lowest point possible.]
[The League's opinion decreases of Cortex of the Forgotten.]
[The League's opinion decreases of Section 66.]
[The League's opinion decreases of Tarkanum Sensoriate.]
[The League's opinion decreases of Prefecture Elucidae.]
[The League's opinion strongly decreases of the United Pirate Clans.]


Wyrm Coil

May the winds bring guidance to the people of the Principia Sector,

As the winds carry my message, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Wyvern Disciple and have been given the solemn task of making an announcement on behalf of the Principia League. The news saddens me greatly as trust has been shattered.

The Principia League publicly announces the departure of the Non-Aggression Treaty with Section 66.

As per the terms of the Non-Aggression Treaty, it will be dissolved at the start of 4570.

With the wave of a wind I, the Wyvern Disciple, say my goodbye.

Checkto Azure
Devotion: 4.

A video transmission showing the same white background, this time with another piece of geometric art. Technocrat Curat looks in the video, though the small black eyes look set deeper in his head, as if he is more tired. Some muscles in his face are sagged, looking sad. The eyes look inquisitively at the camera, with a clear intent. "Greetings from the planet Kebel. Captain Tannen, I only have one question for you."

"Why?"Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

The voice of Folta sounds on a recorded message sent to both. "Adarai, Zeiat, my sincere apologies. You both told me so and I did not believe it would happen so soon. Both of you were right, I was wrong. My condoleances to those now no more amongst us, may their memory live on in us. I am sorry, I really am. Sorry."
Folta's voice sounds again on record. "Adarai, know that the League will provide aid to its ally the Tarkanum Sensoriate. I am afraid to tell you in advance what supplies will be given to you to rebuild in fear of those intercepting this message to know. I wish you and yours safety, as well as again, my, our, condoleances."Commongrowth
Devotion: 4.

A text message is sent to the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. from the Commongrowth on planet Grove in the star system Hyst of the Principia League

Dear representative of the Union of Socialist Robots for the Advancement of the Free and Equal Rights for All Sentient Kind,

Please reply. Other diplomats of the League have had great trouble communicating with you, lacking responses. Where Victor Glatitot wanted to talk about non-aggression, Technocrat Curat wanted to open borders, neither have succeeded. Know that the League is thankful for won bid for the Archeotech. Know that I want to deal and talk with you on behalf of the League. I am Tall Vine Slimanous and I know not what means of communication you find acceptable so please include what you prefer. I am interested to talk.

At this moment I have a simple and clear offer to you. You want to attack the Orks. I offer the means. Here is my deal.

League: Opens its territory for this year allowing the Union of Socialist Robots to reach the Ork territory of Sinclair [32] through the wormhole at the League territory of Hyst [8].
Union of Socialist Robots: Conquers the Ork territory of Sinclair [32] through the passage offered by the League.

Are we agreed?Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

News of the pirate theft from the Constantinopolan Commonwealth has reached me. Know that the League stands ready to provide offensive support. I will not discuss the extent of such support at this early time due to the possibility of the pirates learning about it, as I am sure they do not just steal finances, but messages as well. I also fear I will have to tamper your expectations regarding our support as the unexpected opening of the wormhole in Hyst to Ork territory has caused a great deal of worry amongst the leaders of the League.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]

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The Liberation of planet Finate has seen the incorporation of technologies decades ahead of anything enjoyed in the Solaris system previously, and in return its population have gladly contributed their talents and resources to the common good of the Republics. Please ask your muse for the popularly determined most helpful accounts of the [Solarian Revolution] ([Solarian_Revolution]), or for public reports from the relevant working groups on the [Ajewan] (http://Ajewan_Orbital) and [Collegia] (http://Collegia_Invisible) Projects.

The catastrophic failure of the recently obtained hypergeomtric technology known as the ['Millennium Lens' ] (http://Milenium_Lens) does not seem to have caused any significant losses in material, or any verifiable loss of consciousness or time. Empiricist Cheris could not be reached for comment, but helpful citizens have provided audio and video of some very frustrated looking assistants and researchers on Nirai and Ajewan Stations who seem to corroborate the idea that it was misfortune rather than malfeasance. Still, if you feel the malfunction has caused you harm, an affinity group has formed [here] (Millenium_Malfunction_Survivors) to push for public hearings and a referendum on restitution or changes to how the old empire's treasures are handled.

Tired of AR and hungry for some real practical effects? Then do we have some news for you! That Battle of the Twins lasts nearly ten days, and we've got thousands of hours from various drone and embedded cameras, all helpfully leaked to the public. A relatively detached analysis and review of what this means for the Republics strategically can be found [here] (Battle_of_the_Twins/Fueling the Fires?), while what are popularly determined to be the most compelling narratives cut out of it so far can be found [here] (Fleet_and_Flotilla), [here] (Merchants_of_Death)and [here] (Zorgaxs_Folly).

By flash referendum, there is a table consensus to place all discussion of the recent attacks on our friends in the Sensoriate under seal. If you feel you have information or skills that might help in determining a response, please [reach out] (Join_the_Fight!) to Ambassador Raeka in her capacity as Special Adviser to the Interstellar Warfare Working Group.

This has been your hourly mesh news pulse. If you are interested in [General Culture], [Current Events] or [Drama and Intrigue], please join Zeiat as he interviews one of the heroes who carried out the daring strike on the Plutarch's of Urr in six minutes and seventy-two seconds.


Well, this is certainly unfourtunate. My sincere condolences to the people of the Sensoriate, and to the Ascari in particular. I thought we had far more time than this.

We can promise our full support to strengthening the Sensoriate in response to these horrible attacks, though I do take it you'd rather have them in the form previously discussed? If a bit faster on delivery, of course.
-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics



The simple message is found waiting on the personal and private communicators or computers of each of the Council of Seven.

And once again I underestimate the resourcefulness of a robber baron trying to keep his golden swimming pool. Well, no hard feelings-business and grand strategy don't leave time for them, and you're all bright enough to figure out why we're suddenly much less keen on the greens doing well in this stalemate. Best of luck!

[Shadowflick]

The Pirate King Happily sits on one of the Many Crates o Credit's his goons had gotten. It makes a good Throne after all. "It's good to be King~" He says, lounging on the bed of Money. A much better score now, and even more importantly, a good recovery from last years blunder. Yet, there was a much more he had to prepare for this year. A wormHole so close, And...just finding out now that these credits were going to try and stop a star from exploding. Yes...it's time to start sending messages


A Hologram of The Pirate King waits for Idrian in his room, a few different games already Picked out. They played Chess last but, It's idrians Turn to chose this yeat

"Well my friend, Seems like you got yourself more than a few enemies this year," Says the pirate king, Dressed down from his usual armor and now in a more relaxing set of fatigues. Of course, he made sure to keep his goatee well groomed and hair is taken care of

"Denounced By the Worms and The League...My, you're going to start stealing all the attention from me"





The Ambassador finds an odd glitch of Sorts on her computer....An.Executable? Without even touching it, it starts to play, linking her message ono a public broadcast. For A Moment,a Huge, Spider-like creature can be seen on the Screen, Chittering over a wall as one of its many eyes look up to her. Then, it clicks a button, sending her View to That of King Alziben in his Command center on the Red Wing Command SHip

'Well Well Well! To think we fought over there favor for a little bit. It's pretty funnnyyy. Either way, I was thinking We should work something out. We've both got some pretty powerful methods of getting around the galaxy, if you know what I mean. So, i was thinking, We should try and..coordinate our acts together. I mean, You working with Corotox? I can see the t wo of you making for a powerful One-Two Punch huh? I'm thinking we should coordinate on something. I heard you Were an ANarchist back in the day? Well, I'm looking to start some Anarchy in y old Home at the Commonwealth. Maybe you'd be willing to...help out in that. Finally, shove it to the Trio and all that"

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]


Raeka was checking in with some old friends on Voth when the message arrived, which was for the good, really-back home her instinct would have been to space everything just to be safe. Here, finding another body would be enough of a hassle she let it run.

AR overlays meant her reply seemed to be delivered by her standard for public diplomacy with humans-a severe looking young woman in an impressively archaic Commonwealth Lt. Commander's uniform, looking as she'd somewhere between court martial and execution for treason and sabotage.

I'll be fair, that stunt you pulled with the treasury was the best joke I've seen in years. But maybe make sure they aren't accidentally using some of it usefully, next time?

A proper homecoming does appeal, but you've got at least one working camera, so you should realize I've got some bigger problems right now. You've got enough grudges by now to know that some are more important than others, right? If you can help with that, I could see about paying it forward with our other mutual nemeses.

[Zweanslord]

United Foliage
Devotion: 4.

Goodsun to Mrala Tempura,

The members of the Principia League are grateful for the aid offered to save Ztar last year. Given the act of bountiful charity, we feel it warranted to reach out by means is this message to you as representative of the Plutarchy of Urruk.

To introduce ourselves, we are Eldest Wenteartius of the United Foliage. Due to galactic events, our home system of Hyst finds its branches closer to your space than ever before. Might I inquire to your opinion on this event?

We also offer our condoleances for all the death suffered from the Orkish rot. It is our hope the people of the Principia sector will be able to cleanse this desease and we commend the Plutarchy of Urruk for what they have done so far in that regard.

May your soil be ever fertile,
Eldest Wenteartius

Thanks to the opinion boost from helping save the star, the League is willing to open communications.

I have addressed the one of the Council of 7 who announced the aid. The OOC only describes 3 of the Council. Would be nice if I knew what the others are like!

[bc56]

Plutarchy of Urruk
Devotion 6
The message is received by a Gerios Lokar, member of the Council of Seven. "I've seen. You made a most excellent demonstration of your cunning, for spies and saboteurs, that is."
Mrala Tempur sends a brief reply. "You're very welcome! I'm always happy to help out a neighbor in need. The wormhole's a bit out of our reach at the moment, but it would make trade between our people so much easier. We can't honestly stop the Orks from passing through right now, but we'll be trying to take it from them as soon as we can."

[GameOfChampions]

The Orks

Howls rage across the galaxy as the Ork festival is interrupted by war brought upon them. As the Orks are driving out of their system they leave tens of thousands dead behind them on the planet and deep in freezing space. As the other tens of thousands flee the system back into their neighbouring systems the Ork war machine starts to wake up and its thirsty for vengeance.

All through their four worlds the Orks start to band together into warbands, swearing vengeance and promising death to all that oppose them or lives to the horde of they fail. The festivals from the months before are being converted through blood lust into something more and behind it all Zorgax and Gorzodd fan the flames while frantically preparing as much as possible in regards to the wormhole, system loss, and logistics.

Dev 5, 0 for Commonwealth

The wormhole looms, twisting and turning as it represents massive changes in the political landscape of the galaxy. A month or so after its creation though a small and beat up ship pops back into existence on the Hyst side of the hole. It has been crudely painted red and decorated with many sharp pointy parts festooned with duct tape inexplicably denying the laws of physics to stay on.

It doesn't travel far from the hole, just enough to reach broadcasting distance to the various government buildings that live in this sector. Then the mangled face of a massive 7 foot tall Ork appears on the hologram footage roaring his message at the top of his lungs "BOW DOWN TO DA MIGHT OF DA ORK HORDE BEFORE WE CRU-"

He stood mid below as a smaller stocky Sincork, one of the first to be seen by outsiders, pops into the message to tug on the Orks arm and whisper into his ear for a few seconds before popping out again.

The Ork looks very disgruntled and bitter but continues again at a much more reasonable volume "I mean no we is not heres ta crush ya's. Bowing to the mighty XAGODD is optional. We is here cause as delicious as you's all looks we Orks are workings on some tougher Urruks food. So we just wants you to screw off to yours end of da galaxy and leave us to ours without any sneaky sneaks to be messing arounds or warriors travelling through da space holes. If you do so then we will leave yous alone as long you leave us alone for a few years and we'llmake dat even longers if yous attack the Urruks."

His bitter disgruntled look fades and Xagodds brutal face becomes all massive fangs and teeth with eyes full of a burning promise "Now if you choose not to and try to harm da Horde in some way, whether through invasion of sneaky manipulations or attacks, we will make you rule the day. Our one goal will be to burn your league down around you and leave your friends broken even if it means sacrificing all of our worlds to the hungry Urruks. Our corpses will litter the systems together and we will make you a brutal ruin of an example of Ork vengeance.

We will leave you alone for 3 Turns if you do the same. This includes invasions, stat attacks, and manipulating others to do so. If you commit to attacking the Plutarchy then we will extend it to 5 Turns.

On the flip side regardless to if you accept the deal or not if there is any suspicion of you acting against the Orks then there will be bloody vengeance. You will be invaded with everything even if it means sacrificing everything we have with the only goal to destroy you as much as possible before dying.

[Writtensanity]

The Following Conversation happened in a public space and was quickly shared across systems.

You're kidding?" Core 0X saw the announcement of the arrival of Unit 23 at the Cortex, how they were parading him around. "That's hilarious."

"I don't see the humor," General Coterax answered, the massive Do-Toran perched in the corner of the lobby with a suit of armor covering most of its scales. Some Do-Torans had joined the naval side of the forces in preparation for the pirates and that included leadership.

"You lack the context needed to see how funny that is," Core 0X shrugged. "Months of messages. Back and forth about how the Prefecture-"

"The Robot Wackjobs?"

"Not the term I'd use, but sure," Core 0X said, "they didn't like that we entered an alliance with them seeing as they were at war."

"How were they at war?"

"They both made offers on each other's heads like two years ago and that's kinda all she wrote."

"That's war?"

"We were at war with the pirates for almost a year before paying them to take Do-Tora back." Core 0X stopped for a moment a he took over another body and finalized plans for a new recreation building at a previous pirate landing site. Most of the recreation was lovingly being named after Pirncipa Pirata ships. "War's a treaty like everything else"

"What about the Cortex then? Are we at war with them? the Do-toran got the hiss in his squaks that they got when they were thinking of their old predatory tendencies. The same hiss that had been all over the first purchase for most of the last solar year.

"Undecided," Core 0X admitted "The Grand Calculator just got back from the Prefecture almost just as Unit 23 left. So it's working on the whole thing right now. Personally I would like to wait to see what they say about all of this, ya know, after all the posturing about the declaration of war from the Prefecture being unwarranted and all of that.

"So no war?" General Coterax hissed.

"Not today," Core 0X replied, I have too many non-agression pacts to sign with reasonable people before I can worry about who's calling who hypocrites."




Thank you for holding onto your end of the deal and leaving the place so tidy considering the looting! It's good to know that even the people who are admitted criminals are reasonable afterall.

Personal question, we have some Do-torans that would be interested in fighting some pirates here. Ancient bloodlust stirred and all of that. We have been able to quell some of the feeling through simulations but we don't have proper pirate models. Would you mind providing some characters or voice acting in order to make a realistic experience! We could even sell the experience to the galaxy at large and possibly make some coin out of it. I bet the commonwealth would love it.

Personal thanks,

Core 0X



This is just fluff for now, or the world's worst money making scheme.







Thanks for the thanks! It's appreciated. We know how losing a system can feel and we're thankful that our contribution helped with finishing it.

Core 0X






Curious," a service bot across from the girl says in a non-standard service bot voice several days after the sun has been saved. "Everything ended up working out in the end so that works pretty well. Glad you turned it all around. If you speak for the Sensoriate, let them know we're interested in a business deal."

The service bot opens its storage container to reveal a fantastic vintage of Do-Toran wine, 6 bottles to be exact.

Enjoy your stay






The message is delivered on crisp parchment, written in an ink that subtly shifts colours when it thinks you're not looking. It is sent to the Vaktani Permanent Residency, but a copy is provided to every other faction, excepting the Prefecture and the Orks.

Core-0X,

Your disapproval of our methods is noted, but the only true casualties of our mediums are three unrepentant murderers and a service bot. If that makes us legitimate targets for a war, then I would say that the Prefecture should be at war with half of the galaxy. You included, if the chaos and betrayal you orchestrated among the Pirate Clans is taken into account.

But that matters not. We are not blameless, but your message paints us as the aggressors. Nothing could be further from the truth. You willfully overlook that your allies declared war on us, unprovoked. You have openly declared your solidarity with arrogant warmongers. They are not agents of friendship. They have rebuffed the overtures of others. Their messages drip with unearned condescension. And they are certainly not agents of peace.

You claim that your treaty compels you to defend the Prefecture Elucidae if aggressive action is taken against them. You overlook the clause that states that this does not apply should it be in retaliation to a previous attack or contested action. They are the aggressors here. They have decried us as sworn enemies, and work towards our collective demise. Would you decry us for taking action in the face of an open declaration of war? Would you have us sit idly by while they engineer the tools of our destruction?

Should your goal truly be peace and friendship for all, I ask you to publicly condemn the aggression of your allies, and to declare the terms of your alliance void until they cease their unprovoked warmongering. Otherwise, I name you as hypocrites of the highest order, willing to decry the actions of your enemies while consciously overlooking the unjust aggression of your allies.



It seems there is a typo in this letter I would like to correct for the speaker. He said allies when he meant himself. Pardon that. Vaktani wanted to make sure everyone to read an open and honest message considering recent events.

Core 0X
The Current Speaker
The Natural One
Arbiter of Hotels
He Who Delivers the Drinks

[Zweanslord]

United Foliage
Devotion: 4.

Goodsun to Mrala Tempura,

Thank you for sharing your opinion, we very much appreciate it. We acknowledge the trade opportunities, were it not for what festers between us.

One of our trade partners has denounced with the way the Plutarchy of Urruk does business, however. I hope the act of charity will sow a seed of goodwill and we look forward to further actions allowing for more goodwill towards the Plutarchy of Urruk. May the rot of the Orks be dealt with to allow the Plutarchy of Urruk to grow towards a future of blossoming flowers amidst the foilage of all in the neighbourhood.

May your soil be ever fertile,
Eldest WenteartiusClan Inera
Devotion: 4.

"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."
"Matriarch Malan Inera hailing Ambassador Zeiat."

"Hail Ambassador Zeiat. What splendid news I heard! The Millenium Lens! Archeotech! You and your friends found the illustrious legacy of the Arco-Medeans! Congratulations! Please, do tell me all about it. I and my friends understood something went wrong as there was an embarrassing amount of information spilled through the Sector. I'm really curious as to know what went wrong, so we may be sure our Oracle does not malfunction as did the Millenium Lens. And where did you find it? Was it on Fortrean? A trade? Perhaps something more shadowy? I'm ever so curious, Zeiat, lucky one! Tell me its story!"Floralis Federation, Commongrowth, United Foliage, Marine Shoal, Algeas
Devotion: 4.

There is a multitude of spaceships around the wormhole. Plant-based science ships, coral sensor ships, wooden escort ships. When a ship travels through the wormhole from the other side, the spaceships quickly scamper away, leaving the investigation idle. There's quite some text chatting on the channels of the surrounding spaceships as the message is sent to the various worlds in Hyst.

"ORKS! HELP!" "Scan it, we have to get intel!" "They'll attack! Flee!" "Ready weapons!" "To the veil gate!" "Inform the elders!"
"What they aren't attacking?" "What are they made of?" "They're talking!" "Listen!" "Can't this thing go faster?"
"They look so fleshy." "Come on, work!" "What!?" "Huh." "What's a screw?" "We're delicious?"
"They want what?" "Can you believe this?" "Listen to this, listen!" "What are the elders saying?"
"Are they leaving?" "No, we have to leave them." "Busy doing that!" "Alone, we have to leave them alone."
"Do you believe this?" "Orks can't be trusted." "They want us to attack who?" "Listen already!" "Who's sacrificing?"
"We have to wait how long?" "I'm fine not attacking." "They will burn it all?" "No burning!" "We're under water anyway."
"We're being called sneaky?" "No, our friends." "How can we even attack the Urruks?" "Let's not attack anybody."
"Can we even harm them?" "Yes, why are we not swatting them?" "No causing blood vengeance!" "I'm hungry."
"Who's an example?" "Why a wormhole here?" "Can't they just go elsewhere?" "Who would even help us?"
"EVERYBODY! SILENCE YOUR COMMS IMMEDIATELY! THE ORKS ARE LISTENING!"
"Sorry." "Out." "-" "Where's that leaf?" "Oops."

Only one text message is sent from the most well armed plant-based spaceship, the same spaceship which called for silence.
"We will consider your words. Leave now through the wormhole to back up your words."

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

It had begun as ripples. Building, slowly but surely, waves of pressure that has awakened him, deep in his chambers. It had startled him, of course. There were perhaps only one or two other beings in existence capable of generating that sort of psionic disturbance, barring the Glorious Masters, and it would take months and months of effort.

He reached out with his consciousness towards the source; no, the two sources. It was not difficult. The sheer amount of energy required to tear open a portal between opposing sides of the galaxy - well, it was like a beacon, impossible to ignore. A wormhole. Its creation had been akin to throwing a stone into a calm lake, sending out shockwaves for those attuned to metaphysical energies.

Fascinating, the Nascent Speaker thought. This will change things considerably.

Devotion 0 (to all but the Prefecture, for whom it is Devotion 8)

Greetings, Core 0X.

Your message amused me greatly, I must say. Though I serve powers far greater than any of us, I am mortal; I hope I will be forgiven in enjoying your mockery of my titles. They do occasionally seem a tad... overdramatic, but those I shepherd have given me these names, and I would not do them the disrespect of disregarding their reverence.

That said, I see no unjust aggression here. In terms of justice - well, I asked you to condemn the warmongering of your allies. You chose not to do so, and informed us that you would defend your allies should they attack us. We felt that was hypocrisy, as you presented yourself as agents of peace and friendship. You had a chance to explain yourself further, or to denounce your allies, and you did not do so. We sought to make this inconsistency known to your quadrant of the galaxy. It seems that though our message was significantly more effective than we would have thought.

In terms of aggression, we have not sworn your destruction. We have not attacked your territories. We do not threaten your way of life merely for a disagreement in philosophy. We merely used our insight into the mind to spread the truth to your people. That truth being, of course, that you willingly protect unrepentant warmongers.

Now, it appears that Unit 23 - Pleleios, as it has taken to calling itself - saw the hypocrisy of its creators, as we shared it, and has added its voice to the choir of the forgotten. I would be content in letting it serve the Glorious Masters, but this is not its true place. It was quite literally built to aid your purposes. I have explained this to it, that it would be happier with you, but Unit 23 has told me that it refuses to work for the Vaktani Permanent Residency so long as their aims align with the warmongering of the Prefecture.

I urge you, then, denounce the Prefecture or get them to cease their hostilities against us; if not for my sake then for the sake of Unit 23, who only wishes to return to the Vaktani of old - those whose primary concern was the wellbeing of others. We do not desire war or conflict with you or your allies, but we refuse to sit idly as the you protect the Prefecture as they construct the means of our destruction.

I await your response.

The Nascent Speaker
The Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality
He Who May Commune

I raised my influence to 2 last turn, so I'm hoping that makes peace between the Cortex and the Prefecture possible. Broker that peace, or break off the alliance with the Prefecture until they are willing to embrace peace, and Unit 23 is yours again.

Devotion 8


*insert miscellaneous creepy psionic message sending here*

It appears as though you have a problem that we might be able to assist with. Closing the wormhole would be challenging, and would take all the psionic energy we could bring to bear, but I believe that the Cortex and the League could come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

Let us know if you are interested.

The Nascent Speaker
The Preternatural One
Arbiter of Reality
He Who May Commune

[n0ble]

Gun-head Makes a Friend

“I used a pair of these in the Grendal stars, Doctor. Empire-damned if it didn’t feel twice as good bisecting your Head of Security as it did killing those Empire damned arachnids. Your people were some sick groxs to give them to me again, eh?” Gun-head’s gun head clicked, rotated and blarred in a pattern that, had she been looking at it, Julia would have recognized as delight. As was, Warrant’s vision was occupied by the dual prongs of Gun-head’s forearm blades. All that stood between her and blindness was the thin sheen of duraplexi that passed for her thermosuit’s viewport. “Ain’t that right, Glitch? Hey-hey glitch you there?” Gun-head’s turret swiveled to the empty seat next to Julia. The killbot cast a strange profile in the dropship’s red light: an oddly sapient construction, if one ignored the aperature in place of a normal simian cranium. Somehow it the bizarreness of it had lasted a year. The paint job helped. Somebody had had the bright idea of painting Gun-head’s chassis so that it looked like a Vaktani servicer bot from the neck down. Complete with a drawn on pair of ludicrously large mammary glands. “Hmph. Must be that he’s powered down.” As a general rule, the killbots were survivors. Not all of them survived like Heinlein or Tepper. Eventually the strain of simulated warfare had become too much for some and they’d cracked, only to be dumped back into the simulations along with everyone else. Everyone of them equal in his or her own mediocrity. Julia had to fight back a snort as she thought of the old maxim. Now was not the time for wit or humor. Gun-head didn’t like competition.

Those that survived had either found a way to keep fighting or were ground down into little better than drones. Any idiot could operate a drone. Gun-head hadn’t been the first to awaken but it had been the one to find a third path out from it's new reality: absolute insanity. Not the Hyperius induced-kind, more like a perpetually irritable child with a cannon for a face. Julia looked at the vacant seat, then to the finger prongs, then back to the seat. She blinked and the forearm blades were gone-retracted back into their sheaths.

Gun-head strolled down the dropship bay, it’s foot comps magnetizing and unmagnitizing to the floor. Julia was irked that she couldn’t remember the name of the killbot they were riding in. Almost being blinded had that effect sometimes and the killbot that doubled as her noble steed was suppressing her implants. Gunhead did not slide or err as it continued it’s jaunty walk. As it set a foot down, the opposite arm would swing up at happy right angle. It paused as it came to it’s third in command after Glitch, Goliad, an electrical expert. Gun-head gave it's number three a playful “tap” on the shoulder. “Heya Goliad! Y’know the other day I was talking to the Asscessor, the fat one who cries a lot, and do you know what he says?”

Goliad’s entire chassis looked like it was embalmed in duraplexi bandages. “What Gun-head, what did he say?”

Goliad’s commanding officer laid a hand on its shoulder. “He asks me if I know the difference between me and a “normal” Vakanti service bot, and do you know what the answer is?”

Goliad shivered. The killbot was one of the formost experts on electricity and teslaplexi. Gun-head’s simulations had seen it major in physic calculations. “What-what’s the answer Gun-head?”

Gun-head back-peddled and rotated his upward chassis a full three hundred sixty degrees before driving one of his fists into his other hand. A loud clank resounded about the dropbot's hull. The self-inflicted blow brought the killbot down into a squat, so that his cannon and Goliad’s funeral mask were level. “I dunno, but from the sounds of it the punchline is something like-” the killbot’s audio-recorders played back the Assessor’s squealing: “My hand, my hand oh Empire-Ascendant you’ve crushed my hand!”Ahahaha!” Goliad and the other occupants of the dropship joined in laughing. It was a strange dirge, and Julia suspected that the killbot-dropship was doing it’s part to reverberate the cacophony. Only Julia was silent. And Glitch, apparently. Julia didn’t smile though she desperately wanted to. Lording the assessor’s repaired hand over him had been almost as good as the discovery of ORACLE. She still refused to calculate the amount of waste involved the deal that had seen the archeotech spirited into less deserving hands. Heh. Rhan's injury had served as a follow-up, and clearly a laughing killbot was an erratic killbot. Maybe- “Heh.”

Gun-head’s turret snapped left forty five degrees, then retracted, refracted and ground around itself. Julia became acutely aware that the pattern was a display of barely restrained rage. Just as Gun-head manifested it’s arsenal. A half a dozen targeting reticules superimposed themselves onto Julia’s space-suit. All of them came from armaments on Gun-head’s frame. To her credit, Julia could still recognize them in spite of all the fear. Shoulder-mounted rupture guns. Omnicannon for a head. Deployable survey drone that can feed telemetry data back to the compact mortar functions on its shoulders. Fun fact: the double-blades housed in Gun-head’s forearms can telescope out to two meters. Julia pondered on who was dumb enough to come up with such a feature, then pondered some more on whether she was comfortable with imminent death. The answer was a bitter no. “You, are denied the privilege of laughter, Doctor Warrant. If the Savior did not need you intact then I would space you. You and your Abomination could be together then.” The largest targeting reticule, the one positioned over Warrants kneecap, gradually widened in tune with the diameter of Gun-Head’s turret. It grew to encompass her knee, then femoral artery, and Julia let out a little whimper before dropping her hand down to the tumor pistol at her hip. It wouldn’t work on inorganics, but feeling it there was a small reassurance in the face of Gun-head’s arsenal. Julia whimpered, and was preparing for a rather dramatic dive when two things occurred. The first was that Julia re-thought her dive, having re-discovered the seat straps through the haze of adrenaline that permeated her senses. The second was the soothing metallic voice that interposed itself between her body and the reticules.

“Gun-head. We have landed.” A onyx skeleton refracted into being between Julia and Gunhead’s targeting reticules. It’s bones swallowed light, which coalesced into tenebral weapons that flitted between forms and positions on the skeleton’s frame. It’s “face”, if could be said to be had one, was a constantly shifting series of pain or mutilated faces, all cast in the same inky shadow. Glitch cycled through a few of them and the lenses of Killbot VIII had deemed it pertinent that a expert on radiance and optics accompany her. It helped that Glitch had been her own entrant into the original killbot projects. Gun-head’s arsenal compacted itself in a gesture of eager camaraderie. The cylindrical turret that made up it’s head shrunk, chirped happily, then telescoped out in feigned surprise.“Glitch you morose rust bucket! It appears we have! Alright Killbots! Let’s get some boots on the ground!”

Warrant barely had time to Gun-head folded itself into an alternate mode: a launcher device with the turret-head as the barrel. A little bit of Warrant’s fear ebbed away as she thought of how ridiculous it was that a mortar-machine outranked her as scientist. An insane mortar machine with a cannon for a face. She should have fired whoever was responsible for the idea. Julia grunted, unstrapped herself and left the killbot through the dropped down ramp. As she exited, Warrant noted that they hadn’t landed at the spaceport. She detached her helmet and took in a breath of fresh Novinus air. Well. A breath of Novinus air. Apparently whatever had been going on in her absence had done nothing to curb the emissions the factories had kicked into the air. The killbot-transport she’d been riding behind silently collapsed into it’s combot configuration: the upper half of a man mounted on an equine-like carriage. Ah. Galavant. One of Novinus’ larger urban centers loomed in the distance.

Behind her, Gun-head extended its top apertures out in a lazy, almost feline stretch. It had already jerked backed into it’s combat form. “Ahhhh it’s good to be home. Soil under my foot-comps, lack of exploding stars or opinionated Noble gasses or fraghole halides to pretend to get along with-“ Warrant’s face creased in a modicum of confusion as she found herself sharing the same opinion. Truthfully the entire system could have collapsed and it wouldn’t have bothered her. Billions had been lost in the sector before the Ascension and, if the past two years had been any indication, billions more would perish in the years to come. The only life that mattered to Warrant was her own, savior of a collapsed system or not. It had proven to be ample motivation in the face of Gun-head’s constant reminders of her mortality. Gun-head rambled on. “-‘ots of badass organics for us to test ourselves again. A scared Phridrian-Rhan on the hori-whataminute. What the frag?” Gun-head’s tone lost its happiness. It was enough for Warrant to look back and follow where it’s omicannon head was pointing.

A phalanx of Sector Sixty-Sixty military marched towards the landing zone. Gun-head’s lenses narrowed in irritation as it picked up on who lead the procession. Warrant’s posture echoed the killbot as her enhancements caught her up. “Should I break his other hand Glitch?” Gun-head’s no. 2 shook one of it’s craniums. “Access the data. Friendlies.” The oil that shifted and oozed from Glitche’s face morphed first into the Asscessor, then into Cantus Idrian’s visage. Warrant took it as a cue to drop her hand to her tumor pistol, while Gun-head’s omniturret cycled through ammunition types. Warrant’s eyes widened as the caliber of it’s munitions increased in integers. She ran a few calculations in her mind, and then widened her eyes a bit more as it dawned on her that diameter of one omunition would sweep the entire landing area. Ulp. Ok. Ok.ShítShítShítSh-Three magazines for the tumor pistol, retrograde thruster angles can be adjusted to cook that fat fragger where he stands. Galavant can act as cover. Maybe twenty more seconds till they’re within range. Warrant closed her eyes and concentrated. They’d need a defensive line, she opened her eyes, looked for cover, and found Galavant’s frame to be the sturdiest thing around. I could make a break for one of it’s hooves. Dead sprint, use the others as cov-

The Assessor and his contingent were across from them now, stopped. Warrant’s thoughts and implants realigned as she scanned the assembled goonery. Frag. Just inside pule rifle range. Each of the operatives from Sector 66 had their black carapace-armor on, complete with a pule rifle slung across the back. None wore insignia, and all were helmeted. The Assessor, as ever, had tried to conceal his bulk beneath flowing silk robes. He’d lost weight, but not enough that his tactic worked. Warrant snorted. Gun-head snorted. The Assessor looked like he could snort, but was thinking better of it. Warrant pondered. How bad could things really be if, in all the time she was busy saving billions of lives, the Assessor hadn’t even found better attire? Each of his arms was stuffed into his sleeves. His piggy little eyes scanned Warrant with an amount of lust that verged on uncomfortable and Warrant found her contempt falter. The soldiers in black had a lot of guns. Phridrian-Rhan and one of the soldiers walked forward. Warrant blinked and corrected the train of thought. The soldier walked. Phridrian-Rhan shuffled, like he was afraid of his escort’s shadow. Or Gun-head. The Assessor and Soldier stopped a meter away from Julia.

Phridrian-Rhan’s smile grew and it’s peripheries left Julia feeling a bit sick. Frag yourself, Median. “Ah. Dr. Julia M. Warrant.” The Assessor turned his eyes to Gun-head. If the killbots had noticed the approach, they’d paid it no mind. It’s turret was locked firmly on the soldier. “I’m surprised your alive, all thing’s considered. I’ve been told to escort you to meet the Savior in the Gardens. Apparently there’s to be a meeting.” Warrant said nothing. For the first time since she’d left, her thoughts wondered if Hyperius was watching. Or how many of it’s eyes were. Probably quibbling with itself over how to resolve this blunder. The chronometer implant in Warrant’s right eye had readjusted itself to Novinus time. A minute had passed since the Assessor’s proclamation. The Assessor’s grin hadn’t faltered, but he'd wrung his hand’s once. Warrant maintained her silence.

The soldier spoke up. Their faceless gaze was not unlike that of the bacterillite’s lenses and sensors. “M’am I’m to instruct you that a full briefing is to be provided once you reach Command. I can tell you right now tha-” Gun-head interposed itself between Warrant’s field of view and the soldier. Frag. The killbot spoke firmly, finding some small thread of sanity in the confrontations it envisaged. “Opressor. As Warrant’s commanding officer, what is said to her is said to me is said in front of us all. Like equals. Maybe such a thing is alien to you. Or maybe all that time in the shadows means you lack the stomach for the direct confrontation required of such loyalty. Kinda like our Assessor here.” Gun-head’s turret whirred with confrontation, then turned itself on Phridrian-Rhan. “All physical evidence to the contrary. ” The Assessor stopped smiling and Warrant picked up the grin he’d shed. “Tell me, oppressor. Does the Director know we have his next of kin here?” The same targeting reticule that had formed over Warrant’s knee bloomed over Phridrian-Rhan's pelvis. Any smiles the Assessor had in him left, along with most of his dignity. He looked close to tears. The soldier had dropped a hand to his sidearm, which triggered a deep giggle from the turret head. If any of Gun-head’s squad took notice, it wasn’t reflected in there movements. Now that Warrant thought about they were all being rather still, barring their commander. “That’s a Tycho-pattern cerebral exciser, right? You better pray to whichever of your gods is left that it’s been chambered for gauss rounds.”

“Could be it’s chambered for tachyon partioners.”

“Yeah-right, in this part of the sector? And I’m actually Vaktani. Besides-“ Gun-head rasied up a free aperture and rapped against the side of it’s turret. “-my chassis is timelocked. So it better be coated in depleted-carbonadium if it’s going to do anything. And if that’s the case, accounting for payload density and other factors means you have about one shot.”

“One shot is all anyone needs.”

“Says every oppressor that finds my reticules on them.”

“Must be a lot of them still alive in the galaxy then. Not that we would know.”

“Only thing I know is there’s about to be one less.” Gun-head’s turret swiveled to the soldier, then the entire bot got much closer to the soldier.

Warrant looked past the faceoff, to the Assessor. Her optical implants told her that he was close to wetting himself. Under normal circumstances she would have been giddy with the idea of his humiliation, especially in front of Gun-head. Then she noticed he was looking up. Warrant suppressed a snort. Look all you want, fraghole. If I haven't found any salvation in the stars, there's no way in the Hellverse you’ll not find som-oh ****.

Hyperius floated down light as a a boulder, hovering just above the soldier and Gun-head. Two times three pairs of eyes stared out from the anemone-like body. The soldier was shaking. Gun-head was shaking. Both of the rivals had stepped back tense, the focus of their armaments realigned. The Assessor had dropped to his knees and was screaming. A dull pain registered in her lumbar, and the sound of the Assessor’s screaming stopped as Hyperius turned off some of her auditory nerves. Julia swayed. It felt hard to hold onto the tumor pistol’s handle. Hyperius broadcasted it’s address into Warrant’s head, though it was clearly addressed to another. <-t the end of time, a moment will come when just one man remains. Then the moment will pass. Man will be gone. There will be nothing to show that we were ever here but stardust Gun-head. +25. 04.23.76, 3.5 hours, 10 minutes and counting since emancipation. I see that you have returned Creator to NovinusSecure This is good news The Savior has been informed of her return A meeting has been called at the Gardens Do you desire accompaniment> One of Gun-head’s antennae twitched in confusion. Julia thought the madbot sounded smug, even if it was through Theologist Holloway's pleading treble.

“Abomination. I thought the six of you might be behind this.” The soldier had an image of his Director superimposed over his body. Warrant grunted and blinked. Occasionally the projection would warp and groan into Altar-Azoz or Chief Hodgkins or Theologist Holloway's grandfatherly stature, then to the other Archo-Median’s form.

<The Savior has ordered that Creator be escorted to the capital, to defy the will of the Savior->

“I defy nothing but the tyranny their presence imposes.” The killbot jerked its turret at the soldier. Everyone’s squadmates had begun to advance. <They are here in a security capaci->

“Whose security? Can your six minds figure that out Madbot?!” Gun-head wheeled on it’s it’s foot–comp so that it was facing Julia, then started for Galavant. It waved a dismissive aperture at Hyperius, the Assessor and the soldier. “Y’know what, forget it, I’ve just farhailed the Savior. I’m sure he can clear it up.” All of Julia’s senses overflowed back into her mind, as though Hyperius shrunk from the killbot's words. Perhaps it was the invocation of the Savior. The dam thing had said it wanted to train before she left. Empire-only knows what that means. She braced her psych and forced herself to fall in behind Gun-head. Left. Right. Left. R-right. Bb.B-baby steps. Galavant had furled itself back into it’s dropship form. Julia boarded and magnetized her spacesuit. Gun-head turned to watch the oppressors as the dropship’s engines roared into life. The Assessor had composed himself. Somewhat. Thank the Old-Empire for small victories.

Gun-head’s words barked out over Galavant’s engines. “Abomination, ensure the Assessor crawls to the meeting at the Gardens. He is to crawl, no other forms of locomotion. Oh. And I’ll take a digit from each of these oppressors for every step he takes uprightahaha!” The laughter reverberated around Galavant’s troop-hold. As the killbot took off, Warrant watched the soldiers and Assessor recede into little dots. Insects, really. The ramp slowly closed up, cutting off the last bit of Novinus’ blue sunlight. Warrant checked the chronometer implant in her eye, only slightly oblivious to the inertia of Galavant’s takeoff. Frags sake. Twenty minutes back.

Dev. 8

It shouldn't be possible, but somehow Phridrian-Rhan looks more dishevelled then when he was last seen communicating. The video is filmed from an odd angle, made all the stranger for the fact that the Assessor appears to be crawling on all fours. The varied boots and shoes of Novinus part and make way for the Assessor as he crawls towards the camera.

"Ah, uh, Hello and uh, salutations! Always glad to see a new face from the League. Please, give my regards to Ztar when you have the chance. It's always nice when Dr. Warrant gets a chance to pretend at being human. Anyways. Yes, the space hole and the orks. I speak for the whole of the Union when I say that we've adopted the official motto of the entire sector with regards to the Orks. That of declaring war yet doing nothing. That's how it is from where I'm et-crawling. I'll grant, your deal is generous, especially given our pending stagnation regarding Novinus. But it takes a fool to ignore that the wormhole leads to one of the largest war zones in the sector. Therefore let us be blunt. Such a deal is unfeasible. The war between the Exploiters and Barbarians has ground on for two years now. What is to say it would not grind on more with our intervention? Besides, life on the other side of the galaxy might concern the Union's leader, but us plebeians have more, well, plebeian concerns to deal with. Like cleaner citizen walkwa--Anyway. The idea of participation in an interstellar war between people we'd gladly see bleed themselves to death is small flax next to our more practical concerns.

Perhaps you have another solution. From my current perspective I can't see a lot of options.

Respectfully,
Assessor Phridrian-Rhan"

The feed freezes as the Assessor accidentally places his hand in something vaguely sticky looking.


Right now my current concern is securing a safe planet to expand into.

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 7

Dearest friends, both at home and abroad,

It is with solemn regret that we are forced to report the dissolving of our Parliament, this the year 4568. With too few members still living, the Joyous are temporarily suspending the debate halls in favor of a more reserved leadership. We have no desire to rule over our people like despots. To do so would be to ignore the very reason why we were elected by the united Sensoriate worlds. Until such a time that we can guarantee the safety of our people, the Joyous will also be pulling out its ambassadors from major system capitals all over the Principia Sector. Skilled diplomatic personnel will be needed in the coming days on Voth, Sterinaize, Essea, Udur, and our new system of Miran.

However, our missive to the galaxy has more than one purpose. Although we cannot yet prove it beyond the shadow of a doubt, the majority of the Joyous are certain that the vicious and cold-blooded attacks on our diplomats have been carried out systematically by the thugs of Section 66. Last year, we stood up to fear, and if there is one thing that would-be tyrants cannot abide, it's people who aren't afraid of them. No doubt they think us cowed now, a concordat of cowardly worms running to hide under the rock that we once crawled out of.

They could not be more wrong.

To all of those who still believe in a better future: you are not alone. The good people of the Sensoriate cry out for help against this dark threat. The Principia Alliance stands strong, despite last year's setbacks, and we hope that the Principia League will be the first to stand by us. The Astral Republics have shown us a cooperative spirit in the past, and we hope that they will do so again. The Constantinopolian Commonwealth is good of heart and steady on its feet, and we hope that they are able to see the reason in a partnership. We extend this offer of alignment - temporary or otherwise - to anyone on any world who would live free of the shackles of the past.

To Section 66: we denounce you entirely, your name, and your works. That you pretend to police this galaxy in the name of a legitimate authority disgraces anything that was remotely good about the Arco-Medean legacy. You are little more than fear-mongers, skulking in the shadows and striking out at whoever is convenient. In the end, know that you will lose, because we will fight you with love. Our presence on the intergalactic stage may be diminished, but you have nobody; no friends to call on, no allies with which to share the burden of war. We will be seeing you soon.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

In case it wasn't obvious, the Tarkanum Sensoriate is as of right now declaring war on Section 66. They have sworn not to rest until the spies are all destroyed, and will promise stat payments to the tune of [25 PSI] paid over 3 turns to any ally that helps them deal the finishing blow.
The reply is sent out over the shared channel between all three groups, as has been custom for the past several years. This time it is not written in any text program, but instead there is a voice on the other end. It is warm and deep, the confident tones of an old man assured of himself, but there's just the barest hint of exhausted undertones to it.

"Fair colleagues,

I am speaking to you from an undisclosed location, but I don't doubt that Idrian's probes will still be able to pick up on the most of what we say regardless. We've had to cut back on most of our administrative staff for the time being, which leaves me in charge of speaking to you myself.

First of all, I'd like to address what both of you have already said. I will say thank you, for your condolences and assurance of support. They both mean a lot to us here on Voth in these troubled times. Although we will be opening up a front against Section 66 in the months to come, we cannot ignore the damage that Idrian's crew have already done. Our diplomatic corps is gutted: nearly 2/3 of our entire operation is just gone. People in the Sensoriate are scared, and thousands are already fleeing our worlds because they too fear reprisal. I certainly don't blame them. We would definitely appreciate some aid to give us a bit more breathing room.

As for the offense... I would just as prefer not discuss it here. Zeiat knows well where we stand, but Idrian has people everywhere in the League. Talking about it now would only tip off Section 66 as to exactly how we're going to strike. For that reason, I would ask the League to take the brunt of the reconstruction effort, while the Republics and the Joyous take the fight to the enemy. This would also allow the League to operate within the 2 year boundary of its Non-Aggression Treaty with Section 66. Does this sound like an acceptable division of labor to everyone?"

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin: the League helps out the Sensoriate by rebuilding a few of their stats (especially their INF), and the Republics find a way to go on the attack with the remaining offensive stats of the Sensoriate. Things are deliberately vague here, but will ideally be conducted over PM.
The 'girl', for her part, is almost out of the First Purchase when she is approached by the service bot. Eavar's Host smiles radiantly, extending into a deep curtsy that shows far too much skin and sends beams of reflected light throughout the entire lobby.

"It's good you know how to recognize a fellow player. We might take the happiness of our people seriously, but that doesn't mean that the Joyous don't know how to get sh*t done when it comes down to it. I'm Eavar, by the way. I can speak for the Sensoriate if you like. I'll even pretend that this whole thing wasn't a diplomatic fact-finding mission!

I was kind of serious, before, about Ultri. Would it be crass to bill him for secret aid after he publicly denounced the group who saved his incorporeal bacon from a black hole? Because I don't think so, even if my peers might disagree with me.

Anyway... what was the business offer?" The girl straightens her back languidly, rather like a cat. "Or would you like to talk about it privately? Because that can be arranged, you know. I've never melded with a robot before."

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 11

The transmission comes over an old radio system in one of Do-Tora's archeological archives. It's the last place anyone would look for such a thing, and even then the message is so highly encrypted that its intended recipients are barely able to parse what is being said.

"Synthetics, good day. Blessed be the machines, [unintelligible]. Progress on the Eye is [transcription error] hoping to be able to test fire the array sometime in the next 2 years. Given the Cortex's lack of action so far, there are many on the Canticle who doubt their [damaged recording] so in honor of your efforts we thought we would let you direct the first application of the Great Work.

Our Exploratory Vessels and Heirophants should be arriving in Do-Tora within the week. We have left Enginseer Choral in charge as our liaison, he will show you to operate the Engines. But make sure to not, never under any circumstances, [recording failed].

Did you get all of that?"

So when the Prefecture finishes their doom cannon in a few turns, they will give you the option of choosing the first target yourself! The perks of having the highest Influence in the game, I guess. Also I want to remind you that you have [3 INF] and [3 MIL] from the Prefecture to use this turn, as a detachment will be staying in your hotel chain.
The message comes carried across stellar boundaries by waves of ultrasonic particles, delivered at the right pitch to be picked up by every person on Limbyx. It seems familiar at first, until it becomes clear that the particle interference is exactly the inverse of the 'song' that the Cortex used to get in touch with the League last year.

"We have been gone of late, and returned to a changed galaxy. Reavers and Aliens roam the starways, killing and plundering from each other. Perhaps... perhaps our Judgment was premature. You may not yet be the biggest threat to this reality. The Godhead remains outside of your reach, but that may not be your fault. The Ancients also reached beyond their grasp. If you do meet the same fate, at least we and our Great Work should be beyond minimum safe distance.

In light of there being no real hostilities between us yet, Collegia Ultra would like to call a temporary cessation of hostilities between our two polities. A firmament of bodies mechanical and minds beyond may yet come to some sort of compact. Our Blessing need not be turned in your direction, nor the loathsome might of your minds directed in ours. All we ask is that you treat us and our allies the Vaktani with the respect that we deserve. Returning Unit 23 would be a good gesture of solidarity on your part. Even abominations should have good manners."

For the time being, the Prefecture will suspend their declaration of war, assuming that the Cortex can take no hostile actions against the Prefecture or the Vaktani and give them back Unit 23.

Section 66

Devotion 6

When Captain Tannen finally returns the Technocrat's call, the man wears the mark of many sleepless nights. Long shadows linger under his eyes, and even though he has shaved recently there is the slightest hint of stubble pushing its way stubbornly past the walls of his grooming habits. He salutes formally.

"I apologize for the delay in getting back to your call, I've been busier than usual recently. The Director has us doing deep space drills, since we're preparing for a Union attack. Now, what can I help you with?"
If Director Idrian is surprised that Alziben has found his way through his firewall, he does not show it. Instead, he calmly adjusts his jacket and finds a seat, choosing another program. Rather than chess, the Arco-Medean picks out a game based on 'baduk'. A much more complex game, it is not about a limited handful of sequences but rather about positioning. The word means 'encircling game', and Idrian is more of a master at it than any other. So long as everyone thinks they know the game he is playing, they predict his moves accordingly and think they understand his ultimate designs. Idrian's enemies have yet to grasp that most salient of truths: in games as in all things, the only move that matters is the last.

"So... shall we begin?"
When Deputy Director Kraphix reappears before the Triumvirate, this time it is all three of them. The great face of the prophetic syrinx nods respectfully at the gathering of humanity's leaders, waiting deferentially as is her wont before speaking.

"Thank you for keeping lines of communication open with us. For the moment, I would like to assure the Commonwealth that we mean humanity no harm. We have never taken any action to hurt the people of Bosphorus or her allied systems, nor would we ever attempt to do so. Our current... feud with the Sensoriate does not have to extend any further than the two of us. We know that the worms haven't reached out to you yet, but they will before the year is up. I have foreseen it.

All we in Section 66 ask is that you remain neutral in the conflict. No doubt the Joyous will put out an offer for our destruction. Chances are that you will not be the only ones that the Sensoriate reaches out to, and we know for a fact that they will not be able to afford any meaningful sum split more than two ways. We promise that we will match whatever their bid is in time, should you choose to stay out of the entire affair. The Commonwealth and Section 66 have been reasonable neighbors in the past. Please let that remain true now.

Furthermore, Director Idrian would like to ask a favor of you, one that we believe you might already be inclined to take on. The Prefecture's reappearance, and their work on their mysterious project, has us all concerned. We do not know what technologies they are using to protect themselves, but whatever it is seems to be offline at the moment. Now would be the opportune time for a raid, would you not agree?"

[Zweanslord]

Marine Shoal
Devotion: 4.

A video transmission is sent back to the Cortex of the Forgotten. It is a completely surround view, 360° on all three dimensional axes. It is taken by a spherical camera of sorts, showing the inside of a coral reef in the water. Surrounding the sphere are many fishes, which simply swim around. A few look at the sphere shortly while but continue to swim. All the fishes are of the same type, though sport varied colour patterns. From a human perspective it looks like a pretty underwater scene with regular fishes.

At least until they start moving their mouths, forming bubbles. The many fish do so each seperatly, creating a beautiful harmony together. Then in a large circle the translation of the blubbing starts to run in the video transmission in the Arco-Medean language.

"Speaker, why the offer?" Clan Inera

Folta's voice is audible in the short audio transmission. "Sounds like a good plan."Chekto Azure
Devotion: 4.

Technocrat Curat is on the screen again, hardly looking better than the last time. The art in the background has been replaced by a new variant of geometric art. "Once again greetings from the planet Kebel, Captain Tannen. We both are busy it seems." Technocrat Curat's mouth lines are strict, only moving when speaking.

"You can help me by telling why the Tarkanum Sensoriate was attacked in the way it was. Given the knowledge possessed by Section 66, this should be an answerable question."Commongrowth
Devotion: 4.

Dear Assessor Phridian-Rhan,

Thank you for your answer. The reasons you give are familiar to me and while I find it disappointing the deal is not accepted, know that the situation has changed, casting doubts on whether that was the most wise course of action in any case.

Still, perhaps each of us can be of help in another way. You mention pending stagnation and plebian concerns. Perhaps I can help you look for options. As you may be aware, the Constantinopolan Commonwealth is dealing with pirates now. Tacking down crime and possibly find a way to further develop would be in reach there? It would require negotiation to reach an agreement on passage and actions, both with the League and the Constantinopolan Commonwealth, but may be what you seek.

Otherwise, there is the matter of star system 15 which could be negotiated. Let me know if any of those options sounds attractive and how we may peacefully take our steps towards the future.

Regards,
Tall Vine Slimanous

[Writtensanity]

Calling All VIPs

Want an all inclusive vacation on the newly refurbished Do-Tora? Want to spend some time speaking with your contemporaries from other nations without the prying eyes looking down on you? Then this is the opportunity for you!

The First Do-Toran Inter-empire Summit begins during this solar year!

The Vaktani Permanent Residency would like to invite:

The Golden Representatives of the Plutarchy of Urruk

The High Commanders of the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.

The Fair Diplomats of the Astral Republics

The Esteemed Members of the Constantinopolian Commonwealth

The Joyous of the The Tarkanum Sensoriate

and the Academics of the Prefecture Elucidae

To join us on Do-Tora for a VIP Summit to discuss the future of the Principa Sector, pardon to those uninvited at the moment, please see the following list for reasons:

Due to current conflict with the Sensoriate and the current tension politically between the two, Section 66 has not been invited.

Due to recent actions against the Costaninopolian Commonwealth current tension politically between the two, the Principa Pirata has not been invited.

Due to recent actions against the Vaktani Permanent Residency and their conflict with the Prefecture, the Cortex has not been invited.

Due to warmongering the Orks have not been invited.

Due to a lack of proper representatives (OOC:VIPS) the Principa Leauge has not been invited


Obviously it is unfortunate to not have all people's of the sector represented, if one of the members of the removed parties and one of the members of the offended parties can come to an agreement, invites are subject to change.

Thank you for reading this public message. Please remember to let the Vaktani know about any special accommodations your peoples might need. If there is any conflict in the galaxy we have missed, please let us know so we can correct any invites.

Have a wonderful day!

[thorgrim29]

The Constantinopolian Commonwealth

On the Thracian Forum Jo Al-Rashid hurriedly closed their door as they joined the meeting of the Triumvirs to find that tempers were running hot to say the least

I want their heads on a ****ing pike you two, they stole from me, us in a time of war. You know, I was reading about the original Triumvirate, they had this thing called proscription where they confiscated their enemies' property and had them killed. I'd say it's high time to bring that back!

We're dictators Tony, not tyrants, we can't go around killing like that, we'll lose the people's confidence

And being played for fools doesn't do that already?

I agree that rather drastic punishment is warranted Tony, but Alara is right. Capital punishment is not part of our legal system, hell neither is high treason. even Stolikrov has only ever been prosecuted as a deserter.

We could exile them, send them to Alzi in a drone ship, see how they like their new master up close

Yeah... I'd rather behead them myself, but the two of you are against me on this I will sign off on exile and confiscation of assets

Agreed

Alright then. Other than the theft everything went relatively well, the expected attack didn't come, we got a new system with no fuss, and Ultri sun didn't go off

Yeah, how crazy was it that it was that not only was the Exile right but that it was that one particular star?

Quite surprising yes. Along with that wormhole it also means they have established a certain degree of trustworthiness

I am not crazy about that but you're right. Things are heating up all over though, orcs, and pirates and spies and parasite worms and cogboys oh my

Hah! No kidding. Well first things first. I don't think we should get involved in things between the Sensoriate and Indrian. That sort of nonsense is why Jo spent so long negotiating our treaty with the League, too bad for them if they weren't careful enough with their other treaty.

I agree. There might be something we can do though to keep the loss of life at a minimum though, and if Section 66 ends up going after the League for helping the Sensoriate out we may be forced to intervene. I propose to offer myself as an impartial arbiter, and I will advise the league to stick to the letter of their commitment to the Sensoriate and not a penny more

Works for me

Good idea. Now do we trust that the orcs aren't coming for us at the moment?

Hard to say... I haven't really been keeping up do date on what's going on in that corner of the sector but it seems like the Plutocracy has them in a corner right now, mounting a large scale invasion of the League would leave them open

That is my assessment as well

We'll have to discuss with the League I think

At this time a report from a scout ship sent to coordinates found on the newest Commonwealth world came back and appeared on all 3 of their screens

Holy crap...

Yeah

Wow... We need to give it to the League though

Why, for those 8 guys they sent with you? Bull****. This thing is worth 20, 30 times that much

We do seem to be getting a bit shafted here. Could they even use it? Could we?

I don't think they could... But I'd bet I can. Jo, if they can't even use it, can you see if we might be able to rent it from them or something?

I will see what I can do, this is too much power not to use

Right... I believe we all have things to do?

Yes

Yep

Alright then, till we speak again




A few months into the year a remotely controlled ship filled with Commonwealth citizens convicted of high treason for taking bribes and allowing vital supplies to be stolen by the pirate king arrives in Zero Stigma. A message repeats on a loop until the ship is allowed to dock.

Here is the last of your purchase Stolikrov, they wanted to be criminal scum so you deal with them

From the desk of Triumvir Al Rashid:

Ambassador, words cannot adequately express the scale of our embarrassment for what happened. Several of our citizens were found to have taken bribes from the so-called Pirate King and allowed the scum to steal essentially all of our manufacturing output for the year. As far as I know there has never been a heist of that proportion before. Thankfully the star was saved in the end nonetheless. Please convey our regrets and relief to Emperor Ultri. Now, to business, and there is quite a lot of business to go through

- First of all, as a heads up, we will not involve ourselves in the conflict between the Sensoriate and Section 66. I will personally offer both parties to mediate the dispute and would advise your government to get involved as little as you can. Indrian and his followers aren't exactly nice people but I do not think they should be an enemy to either of us and getting on their bad side is not a good idea, as we have seen recently with their strikes on the pirates and the Joyous.

- Secondly, it took us a while to figure out what we had found but while integrating system 47 into the Commonwealth we stumbled on a piece of very potent Arco-Medean tech called Chronarch VI. According to our agreement it is yours, however if our analysts are correct the League lacks the capacity to effectively use it, while we would be able to. So, for the time being we propose to keep it and share the benefits with you. Sounds fair?

- Thirdly, we have concluded that offer of non-aggression from the orcs is likely genuine, and that we both have enough on our plates without inviting a bloodthirsty horde to attack us. Still, we have enemies all around and there is a decent possibility that it is a trick. Therefore, we propose to trial an allied fleet, under the command of Admiral Antonia as she is the best officer both our governments have. If you agree send the troops you want to commit to this fleet to Parthia (system 7) where she will take command.

- Finally, do you have an idea of what the Elucidea are doing? It is a bit concerning to us.



Official notice of neutrality:

The Contantinopolian Commonwealth regrets and condemns the conflict between two factions we would rather see as allies. We will take no part in it other than to help expedite a peaceful resolution. To that end Triumvir Jo Al Rashid offers to mediate the dispute in a neutral location agreeable to both parties. Furthermore, any refugees created by this conflict are welcome to take shelter in the Commonwealth until reason returns

After the short time spent deliberating a short answer comes through: Not that we disagree but we would rather get rid of an enemy before acquiring 2 new ones.

From the desk of Triumvir Al Rashid:

It is a bit too early to commit to this meeting as my efforts may be needed elsewhere but on a provisional basis I applaud the initiative and would like to attend

[Zweanslord]

Floralis Federation
Devotion: 4.

Review

Score: :mad:
Summary: Barren service!
From: Duke Ugidakon of Nefarin Fields, Riser of Reeds, Netted Guardian of the Sagiri Coast, Giver of the Brown, Representative of the Reed Princedom, Floralis Federation and the League

I am deeply disappointed in the service of the Vaktani Permanent Residency! Last year I sent a reply to Core 0X, Vaktani CEO, who wanted to discuss a non-aggression pact or trade deal. Very forthcoming, I proposed the establishment of an embassy on First Purchase, as I was and still am interested in talking and negotiating. However, I am still waiting for a response from Core 0X or anybody from the Vaktani Permanent Residency! Not even a confirmation my message was received and is being handled, no remark, nothing!

Meanwhile, the Ztar Empire was contacted! And so were parties as well. Even worse, a message was sent to all, inviting all Very Important People! Not only was this message sent to all, while I still wait for a response, it also offered an all inclusive vacation, just what I was looking for, but I was not invited! Nor was anybody from the League! The most insulting reason was stated, where the Vaktani Permanent Residency claims the League has no proper representatives! Well, I will tell you that I am not having a wonderful day at all! It is a terrible day, I tell you! And let me tell you, the League has plenty of proper representatives! Far more than any other of the invited! I take pride in how many representatives the Floralis Federation alone can provide! If you're looking for a proper representative, a distinguished diplomat, you need not look further than three Veil Gates away and you will find by far the most skilled, the most experienced and absolutely the most in number of proper representatives.

And as if this grievious insult was not enough, I am still waiting for a personal response to my last reply! I am greatly dissatisfied and rightfully offended with the service. It is as if it is a barren soil I am dealing with here! I hope for a rapid improvement of business on the Vaktani Permanent Residency end as this stands in stark contrast to the excellence mentioned in all the brochures I have read of Vaktani origin.Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 4.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Thank you for being honest with me regarding what happened with the theft. The extent of the pirate's corruption reaches too far. It is truly a fortunate that Ztar was saved, despite the actions from the criminals of Zero Stigma. Emperor Ultri has been informed what has happened and is more than willing to contribute in an effort to strike at the pirates. I will ensure your proposal for allied action is sent to the League members and discussed. I am more than confident the League is able to contribute to offensive action against the hive of villains. Considering Admiral Antonia's known expertise, I believe your proposal speaks wisdom.

The news of Arco-Medean technology having been found is truly fantastic. Were times more peaceful, I would have been sure to keep you to our agreement immediately. Yet times are anything but peaceful at the moment and if the technology can play a beneficial role in the fight against the pirates, I believe it would indeed be more wise that we come to an accord regarding its use. Given the current situation, the League as rightful owner of the Chronarch VI is willing to lend out the Archoetech to the Constantinopolan Commonwealth for a currently undetermined time. Should this Archeotech of high grade, the League will only give its additional finder's fee once it is in possession of the League. I do not know what it exactly does, but considering our communications are unsafe, I would ask you do not share further information regarding the Archeotech either. Regarding sharing its benefits, if that is at all possible that would be much appreciated, but otherwise I suggest it be most used against our common enemies. Would this suggestion be agreeable?

The conflict between the Tarkanum Sensoriate and Section 66 is deeply unfortunate, especially given recent events. I would rather see us cooperating to reduce the unlawful and criminal elements such as the pirates, but that will clearly not happen, given the war now between the Tarkanum Sensoriate and Section 66. It would be wise if the two parties sought mediation over conflict in the battlefield, but as far as I know neither party would be receptive. I fully understand your position and know your advice is heard. We clearly share a similar outlook on the matter.

The orks are another matter of grave concern. I honestly do not know what frightens me more, the threat of the orks carving destruction upon Hyst or the threat of the orks retaliation, carving destruction upon the entire League with all they have. Considering the current war they wage, I truly hope their statement is sincere, though orks and sincerity is something I had not ever thought to combine before.

As for the Elucidae, our scout ships detected strangely pulsing red field of warped space which seemed to cover the entire star system. What it means I do not know. The scout ships followed the demand of the sole remaining spaceship, an Exploratory Vessel of the Collegia Astra, who requested the ships leave the system immediately because the way to Xenarion is shut. Whether it still is closed this year, I must admit to not having information on, as the League has more pressing matters than contacting the Prefecture Elucidae.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics
[Devotion 5]



Zeiat's message instantly shifts to video to match the ascari's, revealing the ambassador's synthetic form framed by an orbital's observation deck, fingers anxiously drumming against the transparent wall

"The basics sound lovely, truly. It's a matter of capacity, mostly-I'm heading out to something a bit precarious at the moment and I believe Danel's occupied putting out a few fires from last year-if we ever get a response from that. Hmm-Raeka can serve as a liaison, if need be, though I suppose that depends on whether we believe the Vaktani's summit is worth attending? Or you could figure out the details of the attack in between hors d'oeuvres and drinks?"

Looking up for a moment as a smaller holographic display appears over his eyes, text scrolling quickly-a pure affectation, given the information processing abilities of a body like his-he continues

"I trust you've both read the latest dispatches from the Commonwealth? Well, you're the intended recipients so I truly hope you got them at least slightly before we did, anyway. I must say it seems my comrades poor opinions of the humans wasn't exactly unjustified. I don't suppose either of you has anything you believe could bring them around to the angels?"




The message is sent simultaneously with the last, the same live video playing as rather different words accompany it

"It's a rather recent acquisition, and I'm afraid I can't give too many more details except that it's proven a rather poor investment of resources, given what a bit more concentration what have achieved-or a bit more preparation for what other unpleasantness fate has thrown at us, of course.

It's a rather potent scanning too, the hypergeomtry is entirely beyond an entertainer like me, of course, but it should give quite detailed information about any similar trinkets in the target system, and teach you quite a bit about the people living there to boot.

Now, if I seem to be going into rather a lot of detail, it's because I do have a favor to ask. It's got quite a long range, you see, but it's not at all infinite. And I'm entirely sure you can guess who we'd like to know more about right at this moment, so it's truthfully quite vexing to find it beyond us. Your fine League, however..."

Zeiat waits expectantly at that, as behind him some sort of extremely colorful drone race seems to be starting up.


The reply is sent quite normally, if through what are usually strictly internal channels used by service-bots to coordinate

We appreciate the thought, but everyone's dance card is full at the moment. Any chance you can push things back?-Raeka

[GameOfChampions]

The Orks

Dev 5, Except for Commonwealth

Xagodd, who had never turned off the holo projector, let's off a massive combination of what could be considered a sigh of relief and a grumble all combined in the mouth of a 7 foot tall green monster with more teeth then any sane creature should have.

"All rights then, we gots stuffs to be doing at home anyways. You lots think about our nice little talk then."
The ship then makes it's way back through the wormhole and contact is terminated with the various governments in the area.

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

Folta remains silent for a bit as if pondering. "I am aware of the Commonwealth message. I believe that they will provide aid if Section 66 attacks the League unprovoked, given the terms of our alliance. However, Section 66 will know that too, so I doubt that will happen while the League and Section 66's non-aggression treaty is still active. Other than that, the Commonwealth is busy with the pirates, so I doubt they will be eager to open up another front in the mean time. Perhaps something can be negotiated, but whatever is offered would draw away from current efforts." There's a short sigh. "I must admit, I find myself void of ideas there."
Matriarch Malan seems to breath again as she was holding her breath to eagerly hear what Zeiat was saying. "That sounds absolutely marvellous! A mysterious origin, wonderfully technical capabilities and a challenge to get it to work! Oh, I do wish you could tell me more about it. You're sure you can't give more details about how it was obtained? Maybe that has some interesting clues as to what happened to it and caused it to malfunction. In any case, Zeiat, know that I get your guess and I'd love to help you out. Now, please, do tell me more about that hypergeometry!"Floralis Federation

A message is broadcast through the sector. Along the message there is a video feed of the wormhole at the space system Hyst (8) with the wreckage and debris of a Floralis Federation plant spaceship floating at its entry point, slowly expanding.


WARNING!

The Hyst-Sinclaire wormhole is dangerous to any spaceships nearby or those tranversing it! One of the Floralis Federation spaceships has been destroyed by the wormhole, as can be seen by the following video. Several other spaceships are damaged and currently undergoing repairs. Our scientists have concluded the wormhole is unstable and dangerous. Therefore, the Principia League institutes the following regelation.


The Hyst-Sinclaire wormhole is
OFF LIMITS TO ALL!

Those with high enough espionage, intelligence or infiltration means will be able to find out that the spaceship in the video feed has been placed and self-destructed by the Floralis Federation itself. The Floralis Federation has ordered this mission in hopes that none will use the wormhole and that any civilian panic regarding the threat on the other side of the wormhole can be contained.

[Writtensanity]

Hello Duke Ugidakon of Nefarin Fields, Riser of Reeds, Netted Guardian of the Sagiri Coast, Giver of the Brown, Representative of the Reed Princedom, Floralis Federation and the League, my name is Core 0X

I would like to personally apologize for the experience you've had involving the Vaktani Permanent Residency, unfortunately, we had slated your interaction to be handled by our new diplomatic marvel, Unit 23 before it was heinously stolen away by the Cortex. Obviously having your interaction missed was not our intent and we are quite sorry it happened.

As for the invite to the conclave, we understand you're issues with that, our intent was simply to get across that there was not a member that could speak for everyone in the league by the standards of everyone in the league. If the representatives of the league can determine who would best be sent, we would be happy to have you.

As it stands, it looks like the party is going to be delayed as many guests are quite booked, but please keep us posted if you come to an agreement.

CORE 0X

Shortly after the message arrives there is a package dropped off at the offices of Duke Ugidakon, it's a Do-Toran spirit, the kind that could knock a grown man on his ass as it's meant for petrosaurs.




It looks as if this year might be pushed back, but also the initiative is something that we hope to do annually so we would see you at the second meeting if nothing else.

CORE 0X





We completely understand the difficulty of arranging schedules in the middle of conflict. Let us know if you would like to meet on Do-Tora once you know more about your schedule, our representatives are on standby






K

How was your service today? Let us know!

:smallbiggrin::smallsmile::smallannoyed::smallfrow n::smallfurious:

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Not me, but I'll be sure we have someone there.




"A pity, truly. Well, I suppose we will all just have to hope for neutrality then, and see about finding different friends."




"Ah, wonderful. I'll see to it that the technology is transferred to you in the coming year then, and very much look forward to the results you get out of it-well, hopefully you get it to work better than we did anyway! I believe that what we experienced was something of a worse-case scenario, which is really fairly mild as far as these things go, but you know what they say about assuming your worst day is in the past, I'm sure.

Now, as to the specifics of the hypergeomtry, well, I'm really nothing like an expert but I believe it's something of a retrieval mechanism? Compiling a great deal of information and analyzing things for any exotic energies or something like that? I'll be honest, we've never actually gotten the thing to work so I don't quite know what it looks like when it does, but it's certainly very good at collecting information!"




A radiation burst released at the edge of the Limbyx system, carefully calibrated so as to be legible to even the most primitive radio receivers.

Our arrangement profits my works as it has before. Shall this symbiosis continue?

[Zweanslord]

Floralis Federation
Devotion: 4.

Most Esteemed greetings to Core 0X, Vaktani CEO of the Vaktani Permanent Residency,

Your apology is accepted. Given the reason, allow me to profess my sincere sympathy for the loss of such a crucial diplomatic unit. It is also my sincere hope our communications will be smoother henceforth.

As for the summit, the answer to whom would be best sent is naturally obvious. I will be the one to represent the League! As for the delay, that is no problem, I quite understand officials being booked. Unlike the others, however, I am more than willing to free up my time to attend an interstellar gathering! When the party is being held next year, do please invite me.

As for the other matters at hand, you previously wanted to discuss non aggression and trade agreements. Well, I'm no aggressive fellow, and trade is the water of the economy, so I can see plenty of opportunity to discuss that. I proposed to create an embassy on Vaktani territory. I will, as I declared before, be willing to take on the weight of responsibility to be a League ambassador at the embassy there! Given you now hold Do-Tora again, what do you say about a League embassy there?

Best of regards,
Duke Ugidakon of Nefarin Fields, Riser of Reeds, Netted Guardian of the Sagiri Coast, Giver of the Brown, , Representative of the Reed Princedom, Floralis Federation and the League

Duke Ugidakon is not a VIP.Clan Inera
Devotion: 4.

Patriarch Folta mutters a bit. "I still consider the Constantinopolan Commonwealth a friend, as their goal to reduce crime in their region is commendable. Though are there are any other friends you are considering to aid given the recent troubles on this side of the sector?"
Matriarch Malan claps excitedibly. "I'm looking forward to it as well! Thanks for updating me on hypergeometry, very interesting, I'll try to research more in the matter. Speaking about collection, could it be that wherever it was collected from was the cause? Perhaps still dusty from an old library it was taken from in Fortean, missed earlier as you made the digital switch, or uncovered underground on one of Theia's moons, buried in an attempt to hide it, or perhaps something had gone wrong during transport if obtained from another location? Knowing its origin may prove of help."

[Shadowflick]

King Alziben Soon returns the call within his throne room.

"Oh Please, Go ahead! I've always wanted to be the boss in my own Game. Oh, jus one thing, If you could, Make me the final one. Proably a ludicrous difficulty of some sort, it would make it really rewarding for them to beat that you know"





"Oh, Well thank you truley, I will make sure I put these fine fellows in there apropriate rolls. Could always use mroe engineers after all! Still, thank you for the shipment, Apologies to t he league for messing with your star system..but we had faith that it would work out in the end


Probably


Hopefully."

[n0ble]

What is to be Done


“It would be a mistake to assume that Humans are indigenous to Novinus. That burden belongs to the Skris.”
-Excerpt from Only Revolution: A History of the Novinus System

Galavant’s ramp lowered with a slight swoosh, letting Warrant and Gun-head and presumably Glitch take in the green topography of Novinus’ Garden. Even if there had been earth on the ground, the killbot’s engines wouldn’t have kicked any up. Warrant stepped down from the ramp to the marble surface that made up the Garden’s outer shell. From a horticulturalogical perspective, nothing dangerous grew in the Garden. And only one killbot occupied the Reserve. That the killbot occupation hadn’t changed a thing was testament to the durability of Skris botany. A few of Novinus’ sole xenos species were crawling through the canopies of the Garden’s trees. A few more skittered from flower to boomslang root to fern, pruning and pollinating the vegetation in a flurry of chitin limbs. Aside from the odd breeze that rustled at the leaves, it was completely silent. Under other circumstances seeing xenos would have reviled Julia, but she was glad for their presence. For one, it meant another bunch of bodies in between her and any Sixty-Six placed trickery. Julia wouldn’t have put it past them to stash virus bombs amongst the trees. Still, the killbots she had left Novinus with had been remarkably silent on the trip to the trip. Even Gun-head. Especially Gun-head. It’s silence had been an effective deterrent. None of the other killbot’s had crossed the threshold of Galavant’s troop-hold. Maybe there was too much life in the Garden’s atmosphere. Julia’s implants made it hard to find another reason, and the curious stillness of Gun-head’s turret confirmed that it was feeling the some of the same conflict of wonder and repulsion. It made sense. Statistically speaking, xenobots were a rarity.

The one that limped towards Galavant’s ramp had no metal on its chassis. Instead it was cut from a Skris wood. Julia was unfamiliar with exact xenomatter. The Gardens had too many trees for her to keep track of. The chassis had the same color as something the Novinians called newsprint. Given the sheer volume of the stuff produced, Julia would not have found it strange were Zamyatin’s body was the last of its kind on the planet. The killbot was stooped over it’s left leg, braced against a similarly colored crook it carried in it’s left aperture. A black cowl-shawl was draped over the thing’s shoulders so that it’s face was hooded. It plodded up to Galavant’s ramp at a torturously slow pace. Under other circumstances, the tepid approach would have grated with Julia, but the sight of so many rare flora was proving an adequate remedy. Violet dart flowers. Commonwealth Olive. There was even a small fingerling or Cortex mushrooms winding their way around the Gardens last defining feature: marble statues of past Archo-Medians in various state of dissembly. Well. Not exactly. “Marble” was an inadequate synonym for xenos secretions. Warrant wondered at the mineral compositions that made up Skris architecture. Probably not all dissimilar to that of their Hive. Zamyatin boarded the ramp.

Gun-head had remained completely immobile during the oddbot’s approach. Come to think of it, none of the Science division had moved. Warrant hazarded a look at Zamyatin’s cranium. It was completely featureless, like a placid mannequin. The oldbot inclined it’s head once towards Gun-head, then righted itself its’ prior stance. Gun-head did the same, then smartly wheeled on the heel of it’s foot-comp. There was none of the swagger or enthusiasm that the killbot had carried down with it to the surface of Novinus. Only the respectful silence that it carried back to the rest of the science division in Galavant’s interior. The ramp clamped closed and the killbots left the forest, quiet as they had entered. That left Julia and Zamyatin and all the surviving Skris on Novinus. And the statues.

The xenobot waited and watched, then turned to Warrant with a creak. At the apex of it’s turn, Zamyatin’s free aperture flared out with barley a rustle. It’s twiggy hand was open, palm facing in the sky. Warrant went forward, following the trajectory of Zamyatin’s gesture. Her first few steps were stumbles. She hadn’t had to do much moving when they’d first landed, and her implants had yet to compensate for Novinus’ gravity. Or the Skris gravity. Zamyatin fell in step behind her. Warrant slowed down, kept pace and tried to distract herself with observing the various faunas. Even as director of the projects the Gardens had been off-limits. As a result, what she knew of the Skris came only from the allowed biology reports and intelligence briefings deemed pertinent. Killbot VIII’s conquest of Novinus had yielded several bilobytes worth of data on the species. It had made more than adequate reading material while Warrant had away.

When the Empire had conquered Novinus it had virus-bombed the Skris until all that remained was the ant-hill Warrant was standing on. In true xenoid fashion, the Skris had endured, seemingly numb to the near total annihilation of their species. Warrant tried not to stare at any of them as she walked forward, but occasionally one would scuttle past, adding to her view of the arboriculture. Theory held that each spawning of Skris selected a single individual to hold that generation’s grief. Some sort of low-level psionochemcial interaction that targeted negative feelings associated with loss. It did go some ways to explaining their productivity. Warrant had made a career of molding dissidents into productive members of society, but to see the Skris dissemble their former masters saw even Julia’s mind playing keep up. It was an enviable productivity. Would that every system had a Zamyatin of their ow-Warrant shook the sentiment from her head. Normally she would have loved to feel so awed, Skris psychotropic spoores or not. But Sector 66 was afoot on Novinus and that meant danger. Warrant sniffed, relaxed a little then let herself smile. Her filters read as working just fine, and the tracker in her left optic had picked out Galavant’s energy signature, miles above the foliage. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or alarmed that Gun-head was still watching. Better than Hyperius.

They plodded on, through the alienscape. As they traveled, Warrant caught sight of the statues still standing. Hydrik the Pious loomed over a particularly droopy willow, issuing sermons to Skris that beetled on, oblivious. He was opposed on the opposite side of the path by his successor, Khamalmont the Kingmaker. Heh. Khamalmont the Usurper. Eventually, Julia gave up on trying to identify the flora she didn’t recognize. They stopped outside a ring of trees with gold and black bark. Julia squinted closer, and her implants told her that the tree was shifting from gold to bark to lead in a flux of transmogrifications. Shame. Through the gaps, she could see the amboid silhouette of Hyperius. Julia shivered, then noted that she was strangely composed in spite of looking at the madbot. Warrant looked to her right. If Zamyatin had noticed the germalite it had given any indication. For it’s part, Hyperius was quiet as the glade it was situated in. Warrant found it disconcerting, then noticed that Zamyatin had picked up her right arm with it’s free aperture. Warrants smiled faltered under the xenobot’s tender grip, then let it lead her into the ring of trees. The vegetation had been cleared from the circle. As Warrant passed into the circle, she saw a final carving. Cantus Idrian’s statue stood in the standard Sector 66 garb, hand’s clasped behind it’s back. A Skris had removed the top half of the statue’s head. All that remained was a nub of a nose and a smile. Warrant paused in Zamyatin’s grasp, stuck her tongue out at the statue, then let the killbot shepherd her into the tree ring. A lone, completely intact statue occupied the outskirts of the ring. Brassidas? Hm. Julia made a note to check her histories. Either she was wrong or a Skris had misremembered Brassidaas Titianborn as man of beauty.

Hyperius greeted her with one voice. She was unsure if it was because the psibot was out of it’s depth, or because of Zamyatin’s presence. <-re like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever Creator Time does not pass in the Gardens The Asscessor will be joining us presently> A faint whooshing sound took to the space as air was displaced into Hyperius’ portal. The Assessor arrival was absent of sound. He appeared without ceremony or dignity. Instinct carried him forward into a few more shuffling crawls before he noticed the Garden’s bizzarchitecture, then Warrant, then Hyperius. The Asscessor scooted back so that he was in line with Warrant. The trio he completed ringed the Brassidus against Hyperius. Zamyatin shared his crook with the Assessor.

The lacerations on the Assessor’s palms receded where they touched the crook’s wood. Warrant noted there were rust-brown stains on his knees. He found new strength gripping the crook. She tried to curb her empathy, and found her efforts stalled by the oldbot’s grip. The Assessor spoke first.

“Hyperius. Where is the Savior?”

Hyperius sounded petulant. <Assessor How was your ascent to the Gardens? How fair your limbs? The xenobot can only do so much with two apertures>

Zamyatin rustled. “The view was better on my knees.” Warrant snorted, and Hyperius squirmed with irritation. <Creator Your insolence has been logged The Savior will be informed>

“Answer the question madbot” Hyperius puttered about in a fidgety elliptical. <Assessor The Savior is indisposed There are none present but-> a legion of voices layered themselves over the lone tenor that had been buzzing about Warrant’s psyche, building to a cacophony that threatened to overwhelm Zamyatin’s protection <-us monsters>

“Indeed” Brassidas Titianborn lurched to synthlife, cleared the distance between itself and Hyperius and promptly backhanded the monstrosity into the gold-lead tree-line. It’s other aperture gripped snagged some of the stain’s flagella, preventing it’s escape skyward. Killbot VIII wound the spinal columns around it’s wrist, then swung Hyperius in arc, down onto the Garden’s marble. It took two steps forward, boxed one of the faces that distended from Hyperius skin, then splayed the same hand into a simple metal spike. Warrant’s chronometer had registered the passage of two seconds.

“Abomination. You have sold our loyalty to those that would see us returned to chains. The sentence is execution.” Hyperius struggled and writed under the Savior’s grip. Warrant was positively elated by the violence. <! M-mery Savi> Another aperture blurred forth from Killbot VIII’s torso. It telescoped forward to punch Hyperius square in one of it’s faces. The face sagged inward under the blow. <We…are Hyperius>

“A monstrosity that has overstayed it’s creator’s genius.” The spike-arm pistoned back, the stuttered, faltered and collapsed back into a normal hand, parried by a sudden realization. . Brassidas’ face morphed into the all-too familiar monitor featured in the Union’s propaganda reels. The screen was aimed at Zamyatin. “I…apologize. We must be better for what is to come.” It let the flagella go, then silently lumbered over to the trio.

“Dr. Warrant. Yours is an example we should all imitate.” Warrant’s smile faltered. “You are to remain here. My people know how to defend themselves. They will not forget this. You will show them a better way. Educate them.” Warrant dropped her smile. Con-“Confinement?” Killbot VII shook its monitor. “An opportunity. You have already saved billions. Surely education is within the scope of your mind.” Warrant pondered on the meaning of the machine’s words. It had turned to the Assessor by the time she’d formulated an agreement. “Assessor. This debacle with the Abomination cannot stand. Coordinates have been imparted. Follow them. They may yield a solution.” Phridrian-Rhan gave a placid nod, then stood up a bit straighter as his grip on the crook tightened.

The Savior turned and marched back to the Hyperius-crater, all the stranger for the deliberateness with which it stalked the madbot. It thrust an aperture into the crater and extracted the psibot. It’s flagella twitched <We….function.>

“For now. You will rectify your current errors. Then you will learn the true value of service amid the Vaktani.” A voice rustled out from Zamyatin. It sounded as though it laboured under a great weight. “What of the Director?”

Killbot VIII re-affirmed it’s grasp on Hyperius, then turned it’s monitor to the stars “I will speak with the Director myself.”

[Writtensanity]

We would be pleased to have you on our planet, now that it has been recovered after our misunderstanding with the pirates last turn we can absolutely host you on our home planet. After all, the tropical climate is much better suited to the growing that you love.

In the case of the embassy, we can allocate some land next to the temporary stay housing complexes so your people visiting Do-Tora can have access to an embassy if they have issues scheduling veil gate travel.

Though I understand that things like this should perhaps be discussed in a less public forum, we would like to propose the following agreement:



The Vaktani Permanent Residency puts forward the following terms:

Non-Agression: The Vaktani and the members of the Principa League will not take aggressive actions toward one another directly or by proxy. Actions taken to injure the Vaktani or the Principa League (stats and all of that) will immediate terminate this agreement as well as leave the offending party in poor standing.

Open Borders: The Permanent Residency's citizens and the citizens of the League will be granted open status to transfer through one another's territories using viel gates without the need of a reason for travel. Any armed vessels must be preempted with notification before troop movements.

Timeline: The Vaktani and the Principa League will be locked into this contract during the 4th-6th solar years. Once that time is up the contract will be revisited as terms of alliance.

Allies: Any allies to either party and considered part of this contract for non-aggression. Any aggressive action by the alliances of either party must be denounced immediate or penalties will be exacted.

Penalties; The Vaktani Permanent Residency stakes their public opinion (INF 6) on this contact, a similar collateral would be appreciated in order to ratify this agreement.







THIS SURVEY IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE VAKTANI VR DEPARTMENT:

Would you like to be:

A) The Final Boss
B) The Secret Boss
C) A Taunting Figure That Only Appears in the Sequel

IF A OR B:

Would you like the fight to be:

A) Thrilling Aerial Combat
B) Hand to Hand Combat
C) Close Range Shootouts
D) A Mixture of them All

Please write out your answer to question 3:

Given that you will be a boss in the upcoming game, what would you call your signature weapons? Please describe in as much detail as possible


4:

Would you like a potential showdown to be:

A) In a burning residential unit
B) Along the rocky Do-Toran Coast
C) On the rooftop of Vaktani Headquarters in a Do-Toran tropical storm
D) Aboard a Principa Pirata Flagship as it crashes onto Do-Tora.

Please let us know your answers so we can continue work.

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 8
Our apologies for the delay. The agreement stands.

[3SecondCultist]

Live Free or Die

The groundwork for the fall of Zero Stigma was laid months in advance, with Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid quietly requisitioning a significant chunk of the treasury, a great deal of public goodwill in neutral systems, and more than one spy cell to destabilize what remained of the Red Fleet and the United Pirate clans. Pirates were hardly notable for their loyalty, Al-Rashid found, and before too long he had access to dozens of traitors in the ranks of the enemy. Come time, Zero Stigma would be nearly completely undefended. Meanwhile, the Partha system was to be the staging ground for the main Commonwealth fleet, bolstered by a cadre of mismatched warships from the League. From the plant-based ships of the Floralis Federation to the streamlined metal spaceships of the Arusvar Republic to the spaceflight capable Luvi or spaceships of stardust from Ztar, the alliance more than showed its promise. It was an army born for a single purpose: to end the pirate threat once and for all.

Triumvir Antonia had no idea what was coming. The Pirate King had learned a harsh lesson from previous attacks on his people, and what was thought to be traitors turned out to be triple agents. By the time the Commonwealth fleet arrived beyond the Veil Gate, it was a mere fraction of what had left allied space. To make matters worse, Stolikrov had anticipated the exact attack pattern that the human fleet had planned, laying canny traps with nimble dogfighters and smart rockets to target and cripple capital ships. The very same agents had long since stolen the lion's share of the ships on the way, leaving the actual attack fleet outnumbered. The Commonwealth marines never even got to prepare for the bombardment they were promised.

By the end of the engagement, the Triumvir was able to escape in her flagship, along with about 25% of her forces. The Red Wing ships, in all their surprising discipline, fought fiercely to shred any resistance. For all of that, Alara Antonia did not rise to the position of Grand Admiral for nothing. Thanks to quick thinking on her part, she avoided her own annihilation by using the League forces as a screen, relying on the regenerative properties of the Floralis ships in particular to cover the escape back through the Veil Gate. The Commonwealth's retreat was remarkably well handled, with casualties kept to a minimum despite the smaller size of the attacking force. Eventually, the allied forces were able to return to Bosphorus, where they received most fascinating news, about a certain project that was undertaken by Triumvir Linebarger while his two peers were busy waging war.

Meanwhile back on Zero Stigma, the Pirate King began the celebrations...

So unfortunately your assault on Zero Stigma failed. The Pirates were able to steal most of your invested MIL before you ever attacked them, and invested a hefty amount of their own MIL for defense. You didn't lose any permanent stats this turn (and the Pirates did, since your attack permanently hit their MIL even as they stole your temporary points), but you didn't gain any territory either. As mentioned over message, your Archeotech activation was successful, putting [2 SCI], [2 ECO], and [1 DEV] into your temporary stat bank for the turn. The next activation should work properly with the new rules.

Furthermore, at this point in time Triumvir Antonia has earned enough experience through battle to gain another tier! She goes up to Tier 2 MIL, as befitting her status as Grand Admiral of the Commonwealth fleet.
Some congratulations are in order: through some smart planning, you were able to avoid having your capital system get taken by the Commonwealth this turn. Through the use of your ESP, you were able to steal [7 MIL] from the Commonwealth before they used it to attack you, so make sure you have that put away in your stat bank. Unfortunately, your enemy also hit you for [3 MIL] damage through stat attacks, but you should be able to boost that right back up this turn.

Your deal with Section 66 having gone through, they made good use of your invested PSI, and in exchange have sent you [2 ECO] and [2 INF] this turn as payment, with the promise of more stat points in the future.

Finally, one of your VIPs has gone up a level! Thanks to his movements, the Pirate King has earned enough to bump himself up to MIL 5 VIP status. Maybe he got his hands on some nukes? Maybe he's augmented himself to be effectively invincible? All we know is that Stolikrov is currently the most badass person in the galaxy!

Brand Management and Self-Improvement

It was a busy year for the Vaktani. With a year of construction and recovery behind them, the Vaktani had finally brought Do-Tora back to its previous splendor, a massive complex of tropical paradise.

With the completion of the repair efforts, the sights of the corporation set to a different target, the guests of the hotel had become increasingly vagrant, some checking out and fewer coming in. News and rumors of Vaktani getting in conflict after conflict had made some turn away, and that was bad for business. With a massive effort, the Vaktani turned the opinion of their citizens around, the newly minted military craft hovered in the Do-Toran skies during extravagant 'security parades'. Parties were thrown weekly in order to celebrate another week of peace and welcome new guests, downed Principa Pirata vessels were turned into amusement parks and the beta of their new VR experience, Attack on Alziben was a massive success, entertaining billions of Vaktani guests daily, with cross sector capabilities to come with the inclusion of the final boss. There are whispers that the fidelity of the game came from their shining science departments, a new addition to Do-Tora since the arrival of the Prefecture on their hotel grounds. There was even talk of setting up a proper Science Wing to the Do-Tora branch, complete with a fully equipped and top of the line R&D lab. In exchange for a diplomatic foothold in a wider galaxy, the Prefecture Enginseers and Magisters would help teach the Vaktani the secrets of the universe.

The year long effort stabilized the confidence of the hotel guests, but the economic impact of extravagance pushed the resource balance of the First Purchase and the Do-Toran star system to the brink. Any more efforts like this would make the systems impossible to maintain even for the Vaktani. One alliance was not going to be enough to fulfill growing demand, nor would two star systems be enough to house the growing guest list.

There's really not much to report here. Your EoT went exactly as planned, with no modifications through interference from outside parties. The Prefecture gracefully accepts your gift of SCI, and will be in touch this turn about setting up a permanent deal of trading INF for SCI for greater efficiency. Good work on not getting screwed over!

C-Beams Glitter in the Dark

Plans were made, bargains were struck. Pacts were signed, and then forgotten, ignored, or circumvented entirely. Records and after-incident reports corroborated by multiple parties indicated that it was the devious minds on Fortean and Voth that began the campaign of subversion. Collusion between the Sensoriate and Republics powers showed their potential to devastating effect, setting up counter-spy networks using telepathic arrays to wrest secrets from even the most devoted of Section 66's legendary covert operations groups. The exact details of the operations and their targets were largely redacted, but there were rumors of even robotic servitors using some of Section 66's proprietary tech and weaponry to help locate the secret cells to aid the effort. All told, the campaign seemed to be getting off to a good start: Section 66 looked poised to crumble.

It was at that precise moment that Cantus Idrian swept the rug out from under his adversaries. The handlers and comptrollers on Fortean were the first to recognize what had happened, when suddenly entire branches of their foreign service went dark. As it turned out, these were not random incidents: the Director of Section 66 had specifically set up double agents to be 'turned', wherein they could be used to open the door to his own machinations. SIGNT and HUMINT had always been specialties of the agency, both of which they used to overturn the efforts in an embedded attack. By the time that the Republics higher ups were made aware of the threat, they discovered that an entire quarter of their networks - including encrypted channels, access codes, and hundreds of actual agents - had been turned over to the enemy. The covert operation had been compromised before it ever began.

Section 66's victories were not singular. The Sensoriate, burning to avenge the slights caused to them throughout the year, lent their considerable psychic might to the task... and came up short. Some way, somehow, the best psykers of four worlds were unable to push through a haze of psionic force. Eventually, two of the Joyous were able to trace the veil signature back to a system not too far from Zero Stigma, but the defense had already held. Meanwhile the robotic armies of the Union - heedless of the failures of the other powers - turned their guns on Sector 15, that volcanic, incompletely terraformed planet. They found nearly the entire Shadow Fleet waiting and ready for them. The ensuing battle was brutal, the adaptive stealth technologies employed by the special forces marines only barely winning out over the brute force of Killbot's best soldiers. Section 66's casualties were severe, but in the end they were able to repel the robotic incursion and lay their own claim to the system first. The first soldier to land on the planet did so approximately 1.5 minutes after the Neutrality Agreement expired.

Yet for all of Idrian's careful planning, he did not account on one major factor: the Principia League. Neither his agents nor his precious Shadow Fleet could be in more than one place at the same time. With all of his resources devoted to holding off or countering threats elsewhere, the spymaster had to leave his home systems vulnerable to insinuation. As it turned out, this was exactly what the League was counting on. Through the canny use of psionics to inspire panic and bold diplomatic peacekeeping endeavors, the various planets of the League were able to take both Marathon Station and Cania-Suarez without a single casualty. When Director Idrian sought to report in from the Naga, he learned that his entire operation had been reduced to a single conquest in a bloodless victory. By the end of the year, Sector 15 was the last remaining agency holdout in the sector.

With only his most trusted staff remaining in the wake of waves mutinies and resignations, blockaded on a solitary system and surrounded by hostile forces, the Director of Special Circumstances prepared his next - and possibly last - move.

Well, unfortunately Section 66 was able to pretty much hold you off this turn. They invested slightly more than you did in order to take Sector 15 (although they did suffer a bit of attrition for it and you did not), and thanks to stealing nearly all of the Republics' ESP yield for the turn, they were able to tank the vast majority of your long range stat attack. However, all of your other improvements went off according to plan, and nobody attacked you or anything.

Dr. Warrant is definitely now a SCI 2 VIP as well, so that's good. :smallsmile:
So this turn, you did quite a bit! Your EoT went off pretty much without a hitch, as you were able to take both [10] and [12] from Section 66, albeit at the cost of [1 INF] damage for breaking your treaty early (it's how I'm fluffing the attrition from their defenses). The attack on Zero Stigma failed, but there's no attrition there for you to suffer so you're good to go.

As for Archeotech, all of your activations were successful this turn! Make sure to treat your ESP as being 2 higher for the purposes of reading messages, the cost for attacking or subverting enemy VIPs is reduced, and you get a sneak peek at the future. I had to do a bit of extra rolling for this one, since it had a number of extra randomized factors.

'Valiant Before Friends': A space mercenary [MIL 1 VIP] will be arriving on the United Pirate Clans' doorstep, joining their faction.
So I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that between you, the Principia League, the Union, and the Sensoriate, you have Section 66 solidly on the back-foot. They've lost a healthy chunk of stat points and nearly all of their territory now. The bad news is that your own contributions were heavily mitigated by Section 66 moving in and stealing nearly all of your ESP before you ever had the chance to use it. They are now sitting pretty on lots of ESP.

As for your other projects, everything looks pretty a-ok. You've gotten the go ahead to be able to use [34] from the Plutarchy now, so there's that. There is also the [1 SCI] that came in from the Cortex this turn on schedule. You've also successfully given the Millennium Lens over to the Principia League.

Oh, and one of your VIPs has earned a promotion! Empiricist Cheris, thanks to her continued efforts in investing towards SCI projects and the like, has earned her way up to SCI 4 VIP status.

Joyous Day

The Il-Khoury Mountain range of Essea was a glorious backdrop for the Meditation Sphere, a floating island stronghold built to house the nomadic monastic orders of the hill steppes. Tamodred had lived among them for some time yet, enjoying the peace of mind that the yak-like natives practiced on a daily basis. They wanted for so little up here, and were happy with nearly nothing. Separating themselves from all earthly attachments, being closer to the heavens; the harmony of the soul that this brought was laudable. The body of its host was well-suited to this atmosphere, with an extra set of lungs and hearty bones to survive the lack of oxygen at this height. The worm exalted in the simple sensation of breathing in... and breathing out...

<It is time,> came the summons in the ascarii's mind. Tamodred recognized the sub-speech signature of Adarai itself, the first of the Joyous. <We are renewed.>

The body of the first kylex flew fifteen feet through the hazy air of Udur's Grand Arena, crashing into the far wall and slumping to the blood-soaked floor. Another dark green stain soon spread over the flagstones, mixing with the veritable rainbow already present. Watching the creature's partner, M'shun coiled the massive muscles of its wyvern host down into a patient hunter's stance. There could be no pleasure greater than this: the rush of the kill, the feel of life between one's jaws. And the crowd! Waves of pounding adulation and raucous amusement filled it near to bursting. It was almost a distraction from the task at hand. Not for the first time, the ascarii wondered how much of its feelings were its own, and how many were residual imprints from its host.

<It is time,> echoed the call. M'Shun had been waiting to hear the news from Voth. <We are avenged.>

The pulsing music reverberated through the halls and set the glass to shaking, the vista of deep space beyond the starship windows threatening to reach in and strangle everyone. 'Oblivion cruises', they were called, a prerogative for the very rich, which meant nearly everyone in the Sensoriate. Sending out luxury yachts into space with repurposed sonic weapons as soundsystem deliveries and a month's supply of various alcohols, narcotics, and other mind-altering substances, the end result was nearly always death. Well, body death at least: nearly everyone who embarked on an oblivion cruise had a body sleeve to spare, if not an outright clone back safe at home. Over the years, it had become something of a status symbol to actually survive such a voyage. Eavar had done it six times now.

<It is time,> cut the voice of its mentor through the throbbing bass. Eavar grinned, downing another three drinks in quick succession. <We are fulfilled.>


Second Battle of the Twins

It was obvious, in hindsight, that the defeat of the Ork hordes at Tingal demanded answer. Legions of Orks from beyond the edges of their space flooded to the invasion force, wanting sweet revenge on those that which they saw as theirs. War was a delight on its own, but all the sweeter when waged for a reason. They gathered their refurbished ships from Orkenstra as they prepared for the attack. Sneaky boyz sussed out the system's new defenses before the invasion, as weirdorks took advantage of the lack of psionics to work their monstrous rituals on the defenders' minds. They were ready. Finally, a new swarm of Orks was ready to pour forth into the binary star system system with vengeance in their hearts and war cries in the throats. Zorgax and da Bloodboila had a different errand: taking the neighboring star. All would be united under Ork might!

At the same time, the Plutarchy laid its own plans. Through use of clever shell corporations and employing the services of canny mercenaries, the Council of Seven made good use of their soft power to try and cripple the Ork foundries on its conquered systems of Sinclair, Winstar, and Rigar. If they collapsed the horde's war chest completely, they reasoned, the alien aggression might be curbed for the time being. The Council also made a point to target the Ork's admittedly meager information systems, so as to keep them in the dark while they did their work. The investments paid off: after this year's conflict, the Orks would be effectively slowed.

The other major preparation was defensive. In order to protect the newly acquired Tingal system from a suspected attack from the Orks, the Plutarchy lay down ambushes covering all hyperlanes in the hopes of catching any attacking force off guard and destroying it. The captains of the Urruk fleet knew well in advance that the Orks were on their way, and just what kind of fight they were in for. When the Orks finally arrived, it was another bloodbath. This time, the horde brought even more ships, but the Plutarchy was ready for them. The Veil Gate erupted into fire, taking out two dreadnought ships and damaging a third before the Orks ever got into range. The last of these ships, commanded by a War Boss by the name of Ghaz, managed to close the gap and rammed the Urruk defensive line. It is said that this Ghaz went on a catastrophic rampage with a crew of war boyz, using grav suits to jump from ship to ship and decimating entire crews before being forced into retreat.

And retreat they did, for the Ork numbers were simply not enough to win the day. The Second Battle of the Twins proved that once again, discipline had outfought strength. Tingal remained in Plutarchy hands... for now. But rumors spread in the aftermath, horror stories about Ghaz da Urruk Slayer coming back to haunt the victors. This story was far from over.

This was not the greatest turn for you, unfortunately. Your effort to take [34] was enormous, but ultimately came just short because the Plutarchy invested all of their MIL into defense. Thankfully, you were able to inflict a bit of attrition damage on them for it. You also got your new MIL 1 VIP in the form of Ghaz, da Urruk Slayer, and you got +1 permanent SCI from the Astral Republics

Now for the other bit of nasty bad news: the Urruks devoted quite a few stat points to attacking your own stats. Specifically, they were able to hit you for [3 ECO]. Make sure to check out the penalties for having 0s in those stats in the OOC.
Your plans paid off this turn! By effectively doubling your MIL defense, you were just barely able to hold onto [34] from the Orks. Unfortunately, the battle also cost you [1 MIL] in attrition since the casualties were so high. Still, your deal with the Astral Republics went through.

Beyond that, your other plans worked well. You managed to deal a fair bit of damage to the Ork stats with your attack, although they were also able to expand into [29] this turn. Everything else was as written in your EoT.

We Welcome the Faithful

The galaxy had become a tumultuous place, one riddled with dangers both without and within. The emergence of the Tarkanum Sensoriate as a psionic power had proved that the Cortex was not alone in that arena. What's more, stories flowed into Limbyx of great wars of expansion, of conquests and betrayal and destruction. Therefore, few were surprised that the Cortex of the Forgotten were the next to turn their attention abroad. The Limbyx system had grown saturated with believers; the Cortex had no choice but to expand or collapse under the weight of the devout. They turned their eyes, ocular nodes, and proximity sensors to the Koreskai system to the northeast.

It was subtle, at first; scandals plagued politicians who voted against the protection of the Cortex. Others mysteriously stepped down in favor of their pro-Cortex counterparts, who had access to a baffling quantity of resources. Celebrities, athletes, and other prominent individuals on all the three inhabited planets of Koreskai began pledging their support to the Cortex, and despite rumors of blackmail and mind-control, public sentiment followed swiftly behind.

After the tragic and unexpected death of the Prime Orator of Van-Koresk, who had been ardently anti-Cortex, the outcome was inevitable. His replacement built a coalition of support across Koreskai order to formally welcome the protection of the Cortex of the Forgotten, who were quick to send a small garrison to each planet "to protect them from the hostility that was so rampant throughout the galaxy". By the end of the stellar year, the inhabitants of the Koreskai system were singing the praises of the Glorious Masters just as ardently as the rest of the Cortex.

I don't really have anything of note to add to this EoT, since all of your orders went as planned and nobody interfered with you. You successfully took Korreskai [40], so I'll add that to the table in the OOC. I also want to confirm that the Cortex got the [1 PSI] from the Astral Republics as part of your ongoing deal with them.

A Galaxy of Spies

It's impossible to muster up even faint surprise at the reappearance of the self-styled Nefarious over the soundwaves. "<Well would you look at that, it's spy versus spy! I guess you can't trust anyone these days, huh? Not that I'm complaining (bunch of imperialist jag-offs got what they deserved, you ask me). Still, can't wait to see some people get theirs! If anyone wants some extra popcorn, I'll make sure they get it.

So I was walking in a marketplace on Urr the other day, and what do I find but a former Pirata-turned-Section 66-turned Republics agent, willing to sell her secrets on the quiet in exchange for protection. I guess she pissed off a few too many people, and the authorities found her dead of an apparent suicide less than a week later. The funny thing is, before she died she taught me so much about hacking into secure server networks and copying sensitive information! It's really quite simple. Here, let me tell you how it's done...>"

So the event I got for this turn was called 'Aliens Among Us'. Until the end of this turn, all investments into ESP are discounted, to a minimum ratio of 4:1.

Also, in honor of some VIP promotions and improvements, I've decided to include a proper Hall of Fame, for who's who in the galaxy. These are the standouts in every stat, the VIPs who are the best of the best in their field. I'm not going to give out exact stat numbers, but you can probably make a few guesses as to what they are...




Statistic

VIP

Faction


Military
Pirate King Alziben Stolikrov
Principia Pirata


Espionage
Director Cantus Idrian
Section 66


Economy
The Grand Calculator
Vaktani Permanent Residency


Devotion
High Amygdala
Cortex of the Forgotten


Science
Empiricist Cheris
Astral Republics


Influence
Core 0-X
Vaktani Permanent Residency


Psionics
The Nascent Speaker
Cortex of the Forgotten

[Let'sGetKraken]

The Cortex of the Forgotten

Devotion 8


"In light of there being no real hostilities between us yet, Collegia Ultra would like to call a temporary cessation of hostilities between our two polities. A firmament of bodies mechanical and minds beyond may yet come to some sort of compact. Our Blessing need not be turned in your direction, nor the loathsome might of your minds directed in ours. All we ask is that you treat us and our allies the Vaktani with the respect that we deserve. Returning Unit 23 would be a good gesture of solidarity on your part. Even abominations should have good anners."

My deepest apologies for the delay in our response.

It seems that this whole situation amounts to a tragic misunderstanding. We wished for a cessation of hostilities between ourselves and the Prefecture. The Prefecture was in agreement with this; however, the Vaktani, unaware that the Prefecture was in agreement, ignored our message seeking a peaceful resolution. To remedy this breakdown in communications, I am opening negotiations between all interested parties.

We propose the following: Unit 23 will return to the Vaktani Permanent Residency, and in return all parties will agree to a formal cessation of hostilities. The Vaktani will agree not to seek any recompense beyond the return of Unit 23, and will agree to not taking any untoward actions towards the Cortex as a result of this whole mess. In exchange, the Cortex will provide the Vaktani with [1 Influence] for their use in the next stellar year, to compensate them for any inconveniences this situation may have caused.

Please let us know if this is acceptable.

The High Amygdala,
She Who Shepherds The Flock
Placid One
Mentor of Eternities


It is a single message, projected with ferocity directly into the mind of the Pirate-King.

Send us an envoy, if you can. We have much to discuss.


An exciting archeological discovery turns sour when it turns out to be the mummified remains of one of the acolytes of the Cortex, carrying in their hands a tablet inscribed with both the current date and the following message:

Greetings.

It seems as though our long-standing agreement stand. We appreciate the continued use of your psioncally-adept citizens; I assure you that they are being treated as well as any of our most faithful supplicants. We hope, in turn, that the recalcitrant scientists we sent to you are more cooperative than they were with us.

That aside, we wish to send a delegate to your capital. There is much turmoil across the galaxy, and we would like to discuss the future of our civilizations. Let us know if this is acceptable to you.

Pleleios,
It that Rose Above
Disparate One
Benefactor of Civilizations


The video is returned. At first, it seems as though there are no apparent changes. However, upon closer examination, it seems that the motions of the currents have been altered by degrees; by measuring the changes and cross-referencing them with the thirty-four letters in the Arco-Medean alphabet, a message becomes apparent.

Our apologies for the delay.

The fact that you would ask saddens us greatly. We did not wish for you to suffer at the hands of the Orkish plague, not at the hands of the greedy, untrustworthy Plutarchy, should they triumph; furthermore, the Cortex could have benefitted from some of the resources that the Principia League could bring to bear.

You seem to have come to a resolution with the monstrosities, however. Congratulations are in order. Best of luck against the operatives of Section 66.

Pleleios,
It that Rose Above
Disparate One
Benefactor of Civilizations
You have a high influence and we haven’t seriously quarrelled. I thought the League might be interested in hiring the Cortex’s services to close the portal; seemed like a win-win situation. Seems like you have the thing pretty well handled, though.

[Zweanslord]

Chekto Azure

A video broadcast is sent out. On display is a rectangular chamber with walls of stark white plates, with small black indents between them. The wall to the back shows a poster of geometric art to the right and a black screen to the left. There's some distance to the wall and standing closer to the camera is a blue skinned humanoid figure. Thin with an elongated head resting on a thin neck. Small black eyes pierce towards the camera, while two horns protruding from the sides of the head rise upwards in sharp points. Three vertical lines form his mouth, from which a soft voice emerges talking in the Arco-Medean language as the lines reverberate.

"Greetings from the planet Kebel. I am Technocrat Curat of Chekto Azure."

"At star date 4566 the Principia League signed a treaty with Section 66. A treaty where the terms stated non-aggression between both factions, as well as neutrality for system 15 for three years. The terms regarding neutrality for system 15 was also signed by the U.S.R.A.F.E.R.A.S.K. At star date 4568, the Principia League enacted the clause to depart from the treaty, which meant it would still remain in effect until star date 4570. This is all public knowledge as it has been publicly broadcasted."

"What is not public knowledge is that Captain Tannen of Section 66 informed me Section 66 had no ill-will towards the Tarkanum Sensoriate, nor are they interested in starting galactic wars, assuring me they would do their best to contain the situation. Star date 4567. Since then, the Tarkanum Sensoriate has been the target of numerous assasinations by Section 66, costing many officials their lives. To whomever hold doubt, find attached the proof we have gained when the people of Marathon Station and Cania-Suarez rejected Section 66 and joined the Principia League."

"It is this aggression that gave us the insight that Section 66 is not to be trusted and therefore, we withdrew from the treaty with Section 66 at the start of star date 4568. The neutrality term fo the treaty would expire with the start of star date 4569. Within star date 4568, Section 66 broke the neutrality term of the treaty by advancing their Shadow Fleet to System 15."

On the screen in the background, the terms of that part of the treaty appear, the relevant passage bolded.


We, Section 66, hereby agree to abstain from making any advancements on [Territory 15], both overt or covertly, for a time of at least 3 galactic years. During this time, the sovereign peoples of [15] will be allowed to conduct their business without interference from any of our affiliates, allies, or other partners. As members of Section 66, we understand that the penalties for breaching this contract may include economic sanctions and military consequences.

Section 66 is also willing to make this agreement public to the rest of the sector, as a show of goodwill. This agreement will be sent to all parties as a display of unity, and to ensure that if this treaty is broken, the rest of the galaxy will recognize the party in question to have been dealing in bad faith.

"Within System 15, Section 66's then proceeded to waged battle with U.R.S.A.F.E.R.A.S.K.'s forces over conquest of the system. This again showed their hostile intent and willingness to start galactic wars."

"The Principia League could no nothing less than act. We have told Section 66's people, as well as those affiliated to them, of their lies, their assassinations and the danger they pose. The rational words of peace saw them reject Section 66 without bloodshed and join the Principia League."

"Now I have told you about Section 66's lies and their assassinations. The Principia League completely rejects Section 66 and its methods. I call to your reason, your intellect and especially to those still in the employ of Section 66, to do the same."

"The Principia League has joined its ally the Tarkanum Sensoriate in the war against Section 66."

At the end of the video transmission are numerous files detailing all kinds of private, no longer top secret, information from Section 66 about their targets in the Tarkanum Sensoriate.

Section 66's influence is at 0.

Stardate 4566 = Turn 1.
Stardate 4567 = Turn 2.
Stardate 4568 = Turn 3.
Stardate 4569 = Turn 4. This is the current turn.
Stardate 4570 = Turn 5.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Apologies for the late response. Zeiat was busy, and we've had our hands full here. Your second guess is correct, more or less-we were verifying something our friends were fighting over down south. I'd have mentioned it, but I'd rather half the sector not get the memo.

Excellent work against Idrian, only pleasant surprise I've gotten all year.
-Raeka






The Republics response is found edited into the Cortex's sacred histories, on an entry to whatever date the mummy can be carbon-dated too.

They're being put to work on something anyone sane would call blasphemous, don't worry.

Send someone over. Or reincarnate on Fortean, or whatever preternatural sh*t you're doing now. I'll make sure Danel is free.

-Raeka

[bc56]

The Plutarchy of Urruk
Dev 6
A public message is broadcast to anyone and everyone who will listen. It features Kollesk Humios, of the Council of Seven, seated on the bridge of an Urrukai warship, a quartet of Urrukai marines at attention behind his thronelike chair. "Greetings all! I bring a message today for all the bounty hunters, the pirates, the ne'er-do-wells, the assassins, and the ruffians in the galaxy. Who wants to be filthy rich? I'm currently in the market to purchase some very valuable commodities, which your unique skills will be very useful in obtaining. I'm talking, of course, about heads! Specifically, the heads of certain Orks we all know and hate." An exorbitant figure appears on the screen above his head, cycling through the currencies of various galactic civilizations. "I'm willing to pay this much for each of the heads of the following Ork leaders: Gorzodd, called "da Bloodboila," Ghaz, called "da Urruk Slaya," and Zorgax, "da Beast." With each name, the number gets progressively higher. There will even be a sizeable bonus for bringing down multiple targets at once! So, you scoundrels and vagabonds, you privateers and sellswords, which of you will be bringing me my prizes? I can't wait to see."
I am putting a bounty on Ork leadership. Anyone who kills one of the Ork VIPs listed within three turns (turn 4, 5, and 6) will be paid temporary Econ.
3 points for Gorzodd.
4 points for Ghaz
5 points for Zorgax
In addition, bagging multiple in one turn awards a bonus point for the first additional and two bonus points for the second.
This means that someone who assassinates all three will receive a whopping 15 points of temporary Econ.
Rewards will be paid at a rate of up to 5 points per turn.

[n0ble]

To the Plutarchy [Dev 0]


A simple message is sent via a slip of paper. It reads:

Frag yourselves capitalists.

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 9

"Hear me, hear me!," the Speaker of the House says as the delegates come to order. "All of our planetary representatives are accounted for, all placeholder positions have been filled until our elections in the new year! We are now ready to officially commence this, our 23rd Parliamentary Annual General Meeting.

The first item on our docket: the destruction of Section 66."

Great peoples of Principia,

We on Voth and the rest of the Sensoriate would like to express our deepest gratitude. The attacks on our people last year from Section 66 were an unpleasant shock to us, decimating our diplomatic corps. We were forced to suspend our Parliament, the organ for our people's wills making themselves known in the state. But when the time came, we all banded together and were able to unite against a common foe. Now we can see the light on the other side. Efforts are being made across the Sensoriate to rebuild what was lost, and the debt that we owe to many is considerable.

The Joyous would like to take this opportunity to thank several groups in particular: the brave fighting robots of the Union, the foresighted intellectuals of Fortean, and the resourceful races of the Principia League. Together, we have made a decisive stand against the encroach of tyranny in our time. We hope that this year proves us all able to oust Section 66 from the sector and back into the furthest recesses of unknown space where they belong.

Meanwhile, we would like to extend the invitation for all other parties to join us in this fight. The sooner the galaxy knows freedom from oppression, the sooner we will be able to foster it into a new age of cooperation and prosperity for all.

Happily yours,

- The Joyous
It is not a letter or other communique that reaches the alliance, but rather an open video call. On the other end is a familiar old man, seated with several other representatives from the former Parliament on Voth.

"Good evening from the Tarkanum Sensoriate! The rest of the Joyous send their regards, but we are spread thin as our reconstruction efforts are ongoing. We thought that a call was a bit more personal than a letter, and we still have much to discuss before any of us make the next move. I trust that all of you are keeping appraised of the fallout from Cania-Suarez and Marathon Station?

We'd like to share all of the information that was made public by the unearthing of the redacted files in the recent takeover. If everyone knows all of the secrets, then they can't be used to hurt any of us. Transparency has always been our motto; it's why we ascarii announced ourselves and our true natures to our people years ago. It's not blackmail if everybody already knows."
Greetings to the glorious humans!

Since we first approached you for an alliance, we here in the Sensoriate have been watching your progress and your actions with great interest. You have proven yourselves to be warriors, scholars, innovators, diplomats, and beings of the finest order and pedigree. Your attacks on the United Pirate Clans have demonstrated your commitment to justice, and your holding onto your oaths with the Principia League have demonstrated your willingness to stick to an agreement. The Commonwealth is truly a praiseworthy enterprise!

Therefore, we here on Voth would like to re-extend our offer to join in our Principia Alliance. Ever since its foundation in 4556, the Alliance has been a bastion against enemy aggression, a foundation for mutually lucrative trade agreements, and a signal to the rest of the sector that we are ready to return to a state of peace and harmony. Currently, the Alliance holds a great deal of territory, and although we know you are currently allied with our partner the Principia League, a formal joining of our three powers would strengthen the core of the entire diplomatic project.

We plan to extend this offer to the Astral Republics in the near future as well, but the Joyous have been sanguine that you have reconsidered your position on the matter. We hope that in the time since the Principia Alliance came into being, you have judged our actions as fairly and as fondly as we have judged your own. We eagerly await your reply.

Satedly yours,

- M'Shun


The terms outlined here are exactly the same as they were back in Turn 1. Basically, the Sensoriate is re-offering their alliance terms in the hopes that you'll see them as an ally and take it. I would also like to point out (OOC) that if the two of you ally, you both count as 20/24 systems needed to win the game as part of the Principia Alliance (putting you at 4 away!). Currently, it's only the Principia League that will win if your bloc expands any further.

Non Aggression: The Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will take no hostile actions against one other, nor attack through intermediaries.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Alliance: Whenever the Tarkanum Sensoriate or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth is attacked, the other will come to the aid of the defender, unless the attack was made in retaliation of a previous attack or contested action by the defender, nor will aid be given if the defender is attacked by an ally of the Tarkanum Sensoriate or the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth.
Allied Victory: Both the Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth can count the territories of the other as their own for purposes of winning a shared Conquest Victory.
Public Treaty: The alliance between the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolitan Commonwealth will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the alliance, this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.)

Prefecture Elucidae

Devotion 18

The newly established Citadel Illuminate on Do-Tora is a hive of activity: commissioned by the Magisters Ultra and Linguistica in conjunction with the Vaktani higher ups, the construction has only just finished. Severe neo-gothic architecture built of skymetals looms in the Void, built around a local moonlet and back-lit by the great furnaces of progress. The entire celestial body has enough mass to be pushed into a gentle orbit around the Vaktani hotel, close enough to reach in a 10 minute shuttle ride, but far enough away to not scare off visitors. And at the core of the Rock - as it is quickly referred to by its researchers in residence - is a dizzying array of top of the line research labs. In one such lab, Enginseer Choral is helping conduct a rather unique experiment: sending messages back in time. Specifically, he needs to reach the ark-world of the Magisters 13,648 years in the past, as those are the temporal coordinates that were given to him by Collegia Mechanica when H.E.L.L.I.O.N. was reactivated.

"Make sure that the Apertures are properly aligned for transcription. Otherwise, we will have lost all contact with the Canticle." The command echoes over the cool stone of the room to his own Aspirants, all of whom have volunteered for this posting. The receiver implants they all bear at the back of their skulls means that the words are carried to them at a range of roughly 10 million miles, and translated into nearly as many different xenos dialects. Each implant is unique to its bearer of course - owing to the unique cortical structures of the many species that make up the ranks of the Prefecture - but the problem of language has proved easy enough to solve. Choral watches as his new subordinates rush to their task, placing the ore tablets into the Codex to be restored.

As it turns out, pieces of meteorite over tens of thousands of years old with nearly microscopic carvings in them is remarkably hard to transcribe, even with the help of the Apertures. The Void is a chaotic place, and even with redundancies and date-stamps on the Canticle's breadcrumbs, putting the pieces together is taking up most of his time. The Hyper-Luminal Gate will make this a great deal easier, thinks the techpriest. Thankfully, his initial experiments in chronon research have proved to be more successful than he has realized. Once he is able to transmit his discoveries back to the ark-world, the Magisters should be able to set up a proper reciever. Today, they are ready for their first test run. The tachyonic batteries are charged, and the Affinity Field is holding steady. Now all they have to do is knock on the door and see what answers.

"Flip the switch now, Aspirant Rheax."

The reply comes back after an ominous period of silence, but the destination is not from where the Canticle used to be. Instead, the place of origin seems to be Do-Tora itself.

"Tragedies typically end in disaster, a fate you are now courting in your 'delay'. It has been an entire year and you have yet to make good on our offer. The Prefecture is not in the business of being taken lightly, especially by creatures of superstition such as yourselves. You may have broadened your appeal to the galaxy, but we do not truck with oath-breakers. Should you wish to avoid facing the full might of the Omnissiah's Eye, you will return Unit 23 immediately. Failure to do so might well result in oblivion.

In addition, the Magisters are going to reach out to the Vaktani to see if they wish to incur further penalties upon your people. Whatever their wishes, we will abide by them."

"Tragedies typically end in disaster, a fate you are now courting in your 'delay'. It has been an entire year and you have yet to make good on our offer. The Prefecture is not in the business of being taken lightly, especially by creatures of superstition such as yourselves. You may have broadened your appeal to the galaxy, but we do not truck with oath-breakers. Should you wish to avoid facing the full might of the Omnissiah's Eye, you will return Unit 23 immediately. Failure to do so might well result in oblivion.

In addition, the Magisters are going to reach out to the Vaktani to see if they wish to incur further penalties upon your people. Whatever their wishes, we will abide by them."

Besides the transcript of the reply to the Cortex, there has been written a single question.

"What penalties, if any, would you like us to help you enforce?"

Section 66

Devotion 10

The broadcast is live sector-wide, launched about an hour after the Technocrat from Chekto Azure has left the stage. The setting looks fairly basic - a large spherical chamber that the people of the League recognize as the very same one where they first struck their Non-Aggression Treaty. What’s more, the very same three figures stand in the same places: the Director and his two direct subordinates. The choice does not seem accidental. Kraphix looms over Idrian and dun'Eraell, the syrinx's great chrome body reflecting the pale blue light fixtures placed at even intervals in the room. She respectfully shifts back to let the Arco-Medean speak his piece.

"Ladies and gentlemen, beings of all shapes and intellects across our Principia Sector: we here at Section 66 would like to take this, very likely our last chance, to speak." The words flow smoothly, Idrian's musical and faintly accented tones carrying naturally throughout the space. "Everything the League claims is true. We broke our agreement, taking Sector 15 for ourselves. My ship is broadcasting from that location even now. However, before we are summarily tried and executed by public opinion, the agency would like to gently but insistently remind the sector that your precious Principia League is hardly blameless in this entire affair." At this, the Director taps a keyboard at his side, sending out an embedded file to all recipients.


The Principia League publicly announces the departure of the Non-Aggression Treaty with Section 66.

As per the terms of the Non-Aggression Treaty, it will be dissolved at the start of 4570.

A voice recording of the initial agreement can be heard, barely audible as an audio attachment to the document. "Yes, we exceeded our mandate. But so did they, and simultaneously. Their bloodless populist conquests of our sovereign territories were still just that: conquests. No matter what Chekto Azure or any other League representative might tell you, their plans were precisely designed to attack us and violate the terms of our agreement. We can prove that they had no foreknowledge of our move on Sector 15: their motives are not as pure as they claim. Furthermore, there was absolutely no denunciation of the Union for taking the exact same actions this past year. Apparently, our only sin is victory, a charge which I will happily accept.

So condemn us if you will, but the hyena has no right to judge the lion because of how the latter gets its meat."

The message is a simple video, recorded from what appears to be a floating drone. In the centre of the display is the Director Idrian himself. The spymaster is seared at the end of a long glass table in what looks like a command tent.

"On behalf of Section 66," Idrian states with no preamble, "I would like to formally offer you my terms of surrender."

So here is the offer: Idrian is going to give up Sector 15 and accept defeat gracefully this turn. Neither he nor any of his people will resist your conquest of the system, and are prepared to offer it to you freely.

In exchange, all they ask is that you launch a simultaneous attack against the Principia League, in order to disrupt their imminent victory.
This time, when Idrian appears in holographic form, he pulls up a chair and pours himself a drink. It's all back in his command center of course, but the spy seems quite at home in Stolikrov's chambers all the same. A tap on his wristband pulls up a new game on the Pirate King's table.

"It's been a long time since we had a game of merrelus," the Director says with a wistful smile. "How about it? It may yet be the last time we play like this."
The communique is shared in a frequency that has not been used by either intelligence group in months; it might as well be decades old by this point. As far as messages go, this is decidedly straightforward.

Well played, hegemons.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

https://66.media.tumblr.com/c2518240d1eb01d3efb7cc5fc9ec1e98/tumblr_p798gtlr2q1tg2fpgo1_1280.jpg
The Public Safety Working Group would like to extend its sincere regrets for any loss of consciousness or material from the recent enemy infiltration and the emergency actions taken in response to it. When asked for comment, Special Adviser Raeka promised 'The bastards will bleed for it." Anyone who requires assistance is invited submit a request for whatever the need, while anyone otherwise injured is invited to [join the war effort] (Join_the_Fight!)

A public debate is now underway over how to respond to the Stolikrov clique's alignment with Idrian's imperial remnants. While the debate on concrete measures remains vibrant, a referendum for public censure has been scheduled for 16 hours, 68 minutes and 32 seconds from now. [Place your provisional vote here] (Stolikrov-Threat_or_Menace?)

Still on the pirates, a lively betting market and suggestion forum has opened up on just what they'll steal from the Commonwealth next. Give the prior year's "the GDP" and "the navy", coming up with something that will set a new record is getting some outlandish results.

Now officially the Sector's greatest scientific genius, Empiricist Cheris is said to be recruiting those with sharp minds and sealed mouths for some manner of foreign expedition. If you think you have what it takes, some of their more sociable assistants have posted an opening for [public submissions] (Unravel_the_cosmos)

The Plutocrats of Urruk have been officially voted as an Enemy of the People for years, but this hasn't stopped all manner of glory hounds and enterprising mercenaries from looking quite carefully at their [recent bounty postings] (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=23548957&postcount=156). We heartily encourage any aspiring ork killers to invest heavily in recording equipment and tight beam transmissions.

This has been your hourly mesh news pulse. If you are interested in [Current Events] [Drama] [The Principia League] or please join Ambassador Zeiat in [34 minutes and 91 seconds] as he interviews one of the heroes who lead the peaceful revolution on Suraez

[Devotion 5]




[I]Lacking any security to impressively subvert, the expert system delivering the message settled for just depositing it on whatever screen the pirate king was looking at until he gave a reply.

Honest curiosity-what the f**k made that seem like a good idea?


The signal is easily missed amidst all the chaos and mayhem of a recent warzone. It really would take either a preternatural intuition or a dedicated team of signal analysts and researchers to decode it into something intelligible.

Your patron is doomed, and his works will be cast to the pyre. But it needn't be the end for you or yours. The politics will be..tiresome, but I can easily ensure a comfortable home for such a remarkable mind, if you'll be pragmatic about your allegiances.



Zeiat looked a bit surprised at that, giving the camera his full attention "That's a pleasant surprise, really-I wouldn't have thought they would have left anything for us to scavenge. Well, something else to thank our friends in the League for, I suppose!"

Taking a moment to composes himself, he continued "Now, since you're talking about blackmail, I'm assuming this isn't the sort of information that leads us to solving entropy or identifying whoever's sending those maddening messages every year? Just how bad is it?"

[n0ble]

S66 [Dev. 8]

When played, the cassette tape sent to the Director cues in on Phridrian-Rhan, lounging on a plush couch that is a ugly fushia. The grip on his hookah is loose and casual.

“Ah, Uncle! You look well, have you lost weight? Really I feel congratulations are in order.” The hand not on the hookah squirms uncomfortably. “I’d heard your errand boy’s brigands smashed Gun-head to pieces. I suppose dogs do like to run in packs. A-heh. Best one of my toys you could have stomped on in my opinonhehhehhe-ack!” The Ambassdor coughs out any mirth he might have been saving for later, belching a smokey series of ochres and cyans into the air. The time stamp on the cassette puts his recovery at a full thirty seconds. Once recovered, the Assessor hands the hookah off to a scantily clad Novinian woman. A few stymied snorts and giggles can be heard offscreen, but are silenced as the Assessor's frog-like gaze follows them. He turns back to the camera. Phridrian-Rhan wipes his mouth.

“Harrumph. Well then, who would have thought that seeing your face after all these years would trigger my gag reflex. Business then. I’d very much like to accept your surrender, Uncle. The people of Novinus, Warrant and even that Family-damned psibot would probably love to accept your surrender. But it’s not me, or your former lackey or ever the madbot you have to convince.” Phridrian-Rhan beckons something. When it becomes apparent that nothing is forthcoming, he grabs a conical device, flips a switch on it and yells into it. “Estrella, Estrella you ditzy mooze! Bring the moxxinesium!” The same woman that liberated the hookah from the Assessor’s grasp brings a tray that has twin mounds of fluorescent blue & green powders on it. “Good luck negotiating with the Bigbot, Uncle. He can be even more obstinate than Mother.” The girl who has been attending to Phridrian-Rhan flops down beside him and scoops up a fistful of the green powder. "Oh-if your going to call me back, do it after three.” The video cuts out in the middle of Phridrian-Rhan mainlining a palm-full of blue powder.

The video dissolves into the crisp monitor of Killbot VIII. The same dark-haired woman known throughout Novinus as the star of the Savior's monitor occupies the killbot's rectangular face. She stands amidst golden fields of wheat during an eclipse, looking to the stars. "Director. I am Killbot VIII. I will not insult your intelligence by pretending your surrender has meaning. All warfare devolves into matters of production. Your enemies production outnumbers your own. We calculate that it is not a matter if, but when we take your system. And now you ask us to attack those who have joined our side in battle in the same breath with which you slander the purpose of our construction. What more do you offer in exchange for the lives of those that serve under you?"


Peace sounds good, but I'm not settling anything an espionage faction has had it's claws in unless I have some stuff of theirs. At least until I'm sure its not mined with horrible eldritch nukes or something suitably terrible. I'm also not a fan of going after the League directly, but my mind is open to being changed. Perhaps some sort of deal similar to earlier ones could be on the table regarding distribution of Temp Mil.

Sending Kraphix the Sphinx as a hostage collateral for the next [negotiable no.] of turns would go some ways towards curbing my anxieties re: settling [system 15]. Either way I'm down to hammer out aspects of a concrete treaty. :smallsmile:

[Writtensanity]

The Vaktani Permanent Residency

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There were two things written on the whiteboard in Core 0X's office, both in plain view of the hallway that residents could walk by on the facility tour.

1. Open a New Location

2. Infinite Martinis

Open a new location had been on the whiteboard for years, with dozens of insults directed to the Pirates and the Cortex taking up the rows below it. The request for infinite martinis was new though, a new addition after recent notes from The Grand Calculator pointed out that reduce, reuse, recycle wasn't going to make the moons and planets of two systems stretch further than they already were. Every resource that could be pulled was already part of the Vaktani entertainment cycle, and the recycling units couldn't be improved. There also wasn't a system nearby that the Vaktani could comfortably move into.

Simply put, the Vaktani were out of both space and space.

Core 0X show body in the office worked on signatures and personal letters, an idle task that he could do while calculating the future of Vaktani and what really needed to be done. Afterall,most of the work done in the office was just for public show, like the whiteboard.

There was fanfare in the streets below as the military parade began, a show of both force and peace as women, children, and anything from any species was welcome to entertain themselves with friendly service bot interaction. Core 0X's public body in the office stood up and placed its pen back in its holder. He was going to be officiating the marksmanship contest, which really meant showing up in order to hand a trophy to a sharpshooting pirate staying on Vaktani grounds during the non-aggression pact.

On the other side of Do-Tora, Core-0X picked up the phone.




Director:

We understand that times have been... rough in the past year for Sector 66. If we had known before that more than just the Sensoriate were going to move toward you we would have absolutely warned you, especially seeing as you have been a proponent of peace in the past. The aid that you have shown Vaktani in the past has not been forgotten, that being said we must abstain from war, especially ones between nations that are on the edge of friends.

Despite recent losses in stature, we would like to let you know that the Vaktani have not forgotten your favor from before and are willing to work with you in order to help you out of your current position in non-aggressive ways. If you are in need of a recourse trade please let us know and we can arrange a trade.

Additionally, if the Sector were to fall, we would like to formally invite you and your contemporaries to stay on the Vaktani Permanent Residency. Some of the people in your group would be additionally allowed to use your talents as part of Vaktani under my personal supervision. I understand that would be a poor outcome for you, but you of all people know that it is important to have a contingency plan.

If you are interested in trade, please let us know

CORE-0X








Joyous;

I supposed congratulations is in order. Obviously you were able to muster quite the response from the Galaxy to the aggression of Section 66. I am pleased to see that fortune finds you well.

In response to your call for war, the Vaktani will have to respectfully decline. We still owe a debt to the Sector after their response to the Pirate attack on Do-Tora. We called them friends in the same way that we call you friends, and if the Vaktani can't keep their word I'm not sure anyone in this galaxy can.

For the sake of clarity and avoiding news spreading in less savory ways, as a way of repaying the favor Sector 66 paid us, we are offering their refugees asylum from the killbots in the case that they are driven from their homeworld, and we are additionally still keeping trade channels open with the Sector should they offer a trade. Of course, the same offers are open to you, though I hope to never see you or your people in the situation where you are refugees.

If you require resources in the coming years, please let us know, we are particularly interested in the trade of INF and PSI as we currently find those the most valuable.





WIP Will respond when 3SC does above.



The High Amygdala

That is quite the misunderstanding to happen over the course of the past year. Perhaps our tradition of sharing negotiations openly should be shared across more nations.

As we have maintained from the beginning of this situation, the Vaktani Permanent Residency is against war as a concept on the whole, especially when it's acting more as a title than as an actual action.

Before we were unwilling to press the hands of our trusted allies to the whims of those who were working against us, that being established we would readily accept peace and the return of Unit 23. Especially seeing as your recent actions, aided by Unit 23 as they were, have shown you to have put some of your more barbaric practices behind you.

We do not see eye to eye on a lot of the Galaxy's issues, but we also don't see eye to eye with the pirates and we have a non-aggression pact with them. We would absolutely be willing to open communications on a Non-Aggression Pact to follow the return of Unit 23 given the blessing of the Prefecture.

Core-0X

Attached to the message there is an image of the whiteboard from Core-0X's office without any of the comments about the cortex on it, a sign of water under the bridge seeing as some of the insults definitely were shared on live channels.





When the video feed stutters to life it is not the well practiced diplomatic communication of CORE-0X, nor is it the basic communications from the service bots of the Vaktani. Instead a massive bot is looking at the camera almost quizzically. It is the closer to the form of the standard Do-Toran, a massive pteranodon.

Good evening esteemed economists of the Plutarchy, I am the Grand Calculator of the Vaktani Permanent Residency, and I believe I may have found an error in your recent message that I believe you would be interested in.

The feed changes, now playing a cute animation including cartoonish versions of the Orks

In your message you mention three Orks by name, along with bounties you are willing to offer for their deaths. Now, I would like to bring your attention to Ghaz da Urruk Slayer for the time being.

The feed shows some of the footage shared to the general public of Ghaz leaping from ship to ship, tearing holes in hull plating and tossing crews out into the cold of space.

According to your request you see this 'things' death as worth about 4 trillion credits paid, along with bonuses for those who are able to muster the might to kill more than one.

Now a SUITE17 Cruiser from the Vaktani, a cruiser of comparable size to the one shown on screen, is worth about 197 billion credits along with half a years construction. In the video shown Ghaz destroyed, or rendered inoperable many of these ships. Ending up with costs of well over a trillion credits along with possible permanent damage to the militarily that he was fighting against. Once again I am working with imprecise numbers but I believe my conclusion is still valid.

Economically speaking, the effect of battling Ghaz with the full might of a nations military alone might be completely worth it if there were nothing else to do with it that year, but it is unlikely that Ghaz is alone and even more unlikely that there is nothing to do with hundreds of dreadnoughts. Fighting Ghaz along with some of the Orkish military would require an investment far beyond the price of the 4 trillion credits, and along with that if the forces, whether military or otherwise, were to take any noticeable losses in their attempt on Ghaz the 4 Trillion Credits wouldn't cover a the cost of repairs.

We understand that you are in a tight spot a the moment, but I cannot rightfully let the Vaktani invest in a battle that is not theirs and doesn't pay well enough to become theirs. You are not and have never been a charity or in need of one.



A stat investment of 5 AT LEAST would be needed in order to come down on a VIP, but you're only offering to pay 4 temp ECON. Ignoring attrition altogether (which makes the offer worse) the current offer for the assassination isn't enough to have the Vaktani show interest. Especially seeing as there isn't an IC reason (Read INF) to really throw out help in a way that might hurt us at the moment. Shared at 0 as The Grand Calculator is FAR from a diplomat.







I see what you meant by your dance card being filled this turn. That being said (beyond the summit) the Vaktani have an offer for you should you be willing to point your ESP somewhere other than the Directors throat this year.

Be in touch.

CORE-0X





Back at it again with the Commonwealth? Goodness it's like having a noisy party in the next stateroom, there is a reason we build those things to be soundproof.

Let's keep things simple and short, you don't want another fight right now, and I think we've pretty well established that we're not interested in one right now or even given the chance. We would like to offer an extension of the Non-Agression pact bringing in a note from the previous treaty.



Non-Agression: Neither the Principa Pirata nor the Vaktani Permanent Residency will make aggressive action against one another within during the term of this pact; Turns 4 and 5 Including EOTS

Revitalization: The Pact will be revisited at the opening of Turn 6 to redefine terms as needed.

Trade Trust Bonus: The Pircipa Pirata will be treated as on the same INF level as the Vaktani for sake of trade with the Vaktani (we won't offer anything unfair or any of that for the sake of you having low INF)

Objective Neutrality: The Vaktani Permanent Residency will not offer resources to the Commonwealth of Man during the term of this contract in order to avoid accidental harm.

Open Borders: The Vaktani Permanent Residency and Principa Pirata will be able to treat each others territory as their own for the sake of movement and conquest. (We are interested in expanding over to 44

Alliances: The Prefecture shall be protected under this pact as allies of the Vaktani

Flexible: This pact can be revised in order to add new alliances with the blessing of both parties.








We are sorry for your losses. Please let us know if there is any service we can offer in the coming months. Perhaps a cleaning?

CORE-0X

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Flatterer.

You should already have at least two offers for a comfortable exile by now, if you haven't settled on a blaze of glory. But if any of your less infamous agents wanted to have a dramatic change of heart and see the error of their ways, now would be an excellent time.

Unless they'd rather sign on with the pirates, of course.



The reply comes from the more loquacious of the Republics two plenipotentiaries this time

"I do very much hope that that's the case! I'm afraid we can't really commit to anything as of yet-negotiations are still ongoing, I'm sure you understand, and I wouldn't want to make any promises we prove incapable of keeping.

Still, assuming all goes well, I really do hope to take an extended vacation to Do-Torra in the coming months. Well, not vacation exactly-I suppose this would be the right time to ask about acquiring permit to record my experiences in some of your more sensational attractions along with some personal reviews of them?"
-Ambassador Zeiat, Contingent Plenipotentiary of the Republics

[Shadowflick]

The Pirate King Alziben sits in his command ship, watching the debris of the invasion fleet floating through the void of space, a cadre of new corvettes and frigates now flanking his ship. Quietly, he stands up, walking foreward and towards the winow of his command ship. "Dont you love it. WHen a Plan comes together" he says to no one in particular. The second major conflict, and he found himself on top. He has much to prepare for now.



A Somewhat relaxed response is sent bag, Alziben looking at a datapad while he chews on some space potato ships

"Eh, Same reason you would mate. Money. No hard feelings right! Just a minor psionic shield, I wanst intrested in actually attacking anyone, considering i've got much of my own problems going on."





Alziben is..Actually playing the Video Game! of course, it's the Exlusive collector PIRATE edition with the seven bonus stages and coustumes.

"Oof, got to say, Love the Game Cory. Got to say, that last four stage boss fight with me. Impecable. Gotta say, I think an Intresting event would be for me to log on to the multiplayer mode, and let your top players play against me. Of course, i think they'd los,e But I think it would be fun. I mean, I can also let some of them pilot the unmaned drones we have to see some real military action if they prefer...Oh, yea, the treaty. Sure thing, We'll keep it going. Also, if you want to expand your homes, I'd say the Commonwealth would make for a good place to open up shop. THere busy trying to kill me and my compatriots so I imagine some of there worlds are a bit light on any entertainment"




Alziben had actually pured himself a special kind of Brandy...An Archo-median brew in fact. he smiles to Idrian as he appears in his personal chambers, looking down at the game and giving a satisfied nod

"An Earth game? And Old one at that. Idrian, are you trying to court me again? Or is it that the Archo medians didnt do much in the way of fun...one of these days I need to show you pac-man I Swear...then again, considering how things look for you at the moment, Im not sure I will get the chance" The pirate king says, somewhat mournfully "Takening on so many enemies, awfully risky for even you. i hope the Psionics assisted somewhat"

[Writtensanity]

CORE-0X had never played a video game before. It wasn't that he was above them or anything, it was just that video games weren't a fantastic way to have fun as a calculating A.I. A controlled digital environment was a poor place to have unexpected outcomes. In the end games just hadn't been points of interest.

But making Alziben eat a slice of humble pie? That was a point of interest.

CORE-0X logged into the game on a brand new account under the name Martini Shepard, a title he'd adopted during his 'discussions' with the cortex, and waited patiently for Alziben to log into one of the multiplayer "Massive battle" servers in Attack on Alziben.

Alziben has joined the server

Martini Shepard has joined the server

XxX-PirateKilla-XxX has joined the server

The names continued for a moment until the requisite 1000 were in the server. It took longer than usual as they were waiting for those willing to battle on the 'Do-Toran Skies' setting, which was as close to realism as the game was willing to come. The game launched.

CORE-0X was in a Vaktani SERVE-14 class corvette, slated on the starting docks beside Alzibens own ship. They were the same model, same class, same stats, the only difference was that Alziben's had a gold paintjob with an agressive font spelling out 'It's Good to Be King' something exclusively made for his copy of the game.

Takeoff, CORE-0X separated himself from Alziben right away, both tearing off from formation to play aggressively with the pirate vessels they were facing. The initial wave of pirate corvettes came down on the Vaktani ships with thunderous cruiser cannons raining around. CORE-0X weaved between volleys of pirate fire, slipping between missiles and shots like it was a casual stroll around the pool.

Once he was within range, CORE-OX opened fire, staggering the shots in order to avoid overheating his guns during combat. The ship around him tore like paper, both Vaktani and Pirate ships breaking in the purple Do-Toran skies from heavy fire. After twenty minutes of brutal combat and tearing metal, CORE-0X watched himself in the corner of his HUD.

"Incredible!" the other CORE began. "You've managed to shove off their attack, even when there were so many of them. We need to chase them into space and knock those cruisers out of the sky but we'll need the dreadnaughts to do it. Take it out of orbit and hit them where it hurts until we can bring in the big guns through the veil gates. Do-Tora needs you.


By the time the message had ended both CORE-0X and Alziben's ships had broken atmosphere and were cutting through the initial corvette resistance. Though there wasn't time to keep up with the kills count, CORE knew that he was going to need to do something big to keep ahead of Alziben, so once again he broke formation taking off after one of the cruisers.

The cruisers technically did have a limit to their shields, all ships did, but it wasn't achievable using standard corvette fire, especially when most of the fleet was back battling the corvette resistance. No, the only way to break the shields was to shoot pirate vessels as they were headed toward the cruisers and let momentum slam against the shields. CORE-0X opened fire on an incoming wave of ships and immediately slammed them into the cruiser shields. He spun away from the hail of energy weapons coming from the cruisers and went in for another round.

CRUISER DOWN! the CORE in the game shouted moments before CORE-0X completed killing his, there was bright light as a cruiser to the left CORE's ship had a power malfunction and erupted into a blaze of fusion energy. Against the bright light of the mini-star there was a single shining message. 'It's Good to be King'.

CORE's cruiser blew up in the next second, causing his in-game counterpart to sound like it was stuttering, but there was no denying that Alziben had finished his first, and that just wouldn't do...

[thorgrim29]

The Commonwealth

The 3 triumvirs filed into a private meeting room in the Senate of the Commonwealth in New Istanbul. Antonia was wearing her full parade uniform, while the other two were clad in somber funeral clothes. In the chaos of recent events it was the first meeting of the triumvirate of the year, and they had come from the public funeral of the soldiers lost during the aborted attack on Zero Stigma. Now that cameras were no longer on them their facades slipped. Antonia collapsed on a chair, staring at a vase of purple roses without seeing them. She spoke almost to herself in the hollow tone of somebody who has no more tears to shed.

It's first term officer training school stuff, Sun Tzu had it figured out before anybody managed to ride a horse. War is about knowledge at least as much as it is about weapons, and I went in there swinging my big bad fleet around like I didn't know we were heavily penetrated by the pirate spies, like I didn't know there were potential ****ing traitors everywhere I looked, like I didn't know that hundreds of goddamn children were going to die because of my ****ing hubris. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. If I both hated and trusted anybody enough to replace me I'd be picking between a bottle and a shotgun right now... All said and done we didn't lose much effective strength, we could go charging right back in but it would end the same way or worse.

Her two colleagues stood there awkwardly for a while, waiting for her to continue, until Al-Rashid laid a hand on her shoulder

You didn't do anything we didn't sign off on Alara

Jo's right, I've had The Art of War next to my bed since I launched my second business back on Earth. I know you're the soldier here but you can't take full responsibility for this. The 3 of us failed

And yet I've been the one sending messages to families for the last 2 weeks... That was uncalled for sorry. I'm useless right now, give me a week, then we'll meet again.

She rose and left, heading for her apartment near the Senate and the bottle of cheap vodka she kept there for such occasions.

You've known her forever, is she going to bounce back?

Yes I think so, it's not the first time she's lost people. This is bad but she made it back the other times, she'll make it back this time. We can't wait for her to get back to keep working though. We have too much on our plates. Not today though. My place at 9 tomorrow?

Sure

The two met on the next day, discussed Section 66, the Sensoriate, the Chronarch and, of course, the pirates and the foiling thereof. They sent out a flurry of messages, kept working and, after 5 days, they were joined by a still shaken but by no means defeated Alara Antonia.

From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid
Ambassador, the Commonwealth would like to thank your governments for the troops sent on the assault on Zero Stigma. Unfortunately the assault failed as you know, but their presence allowed my colleague Admiral Antonia to salvage a stalemate from what would have been a crushing defeat. I am told that the Floralis ships in particular displayed admirable gallantry and valor, and as soon as feasible Admiral Antonia would like to present their commander with the Purple Eagle, the highest distinction the Commonwealth hands out to civilians or foreign beings. As well if you could provide a contact list of those you lost in the assault she would like to thank their families for their service personally. We are considering our options regarding what to do about the pirates, as this war is far from over, but there does not seem to be a route to as quick a victory as we had hoped.

Now unto the future. We have received a further offer from the Sensoriate to join the Principia Alliance fully. We are inclined to accept at this time. Your war with Section 66 is unfortunate but it seems to be drawing to a close. We will need some assurances of help against the pirate scourge and a few more items before signing on though, and we hope you will be able to help with the negotiations. Speaking of scourges our analyst have raised the possibility of the Orks using the wormhole to escape the Urruk forces, we would suggest fortifying the system.

The Cronarch was successfully activated, but the benefits are not as high as we had initially thought unfortunately. Once we work the kinks out we will be glad to share the profits with you but for now there is no profit.


From the desk of Triumvir Jo Al-Rashid
Greetings. We have intercepted some communications sent to you by the self-styled pirate king regarding a form of alliance with him against us. It would seem wildly out of character for you to accept such an offer but still we would like to remind you that we do not stand alone and that should you wish to expand another possibility would be to look ''southwards''. We have more friends by the hour, and none of them look kindly upon piracy or those who associate with pirates. We feel you would be more at home with those friends than with the unruly mob spewing out of Zero Stigma. Something to consider.

This is a voice message sent by Alara Antonia to Director Indrian

Director, seems this had been a rough year for both of us. One of the things this year has reminded me of is the fact that the chain of command goes both ways. As those under them have a responsibility to lay down their lives if needed commanders have a responsibility to see that it is not in vain. I don't doubt that you have a few more gambits left to pull but if it comes to the point where you are choosing where to stage Cantus Indrian's glorious last stand for the history books please consider the tragic waste of honorable and talented people that would represent. You've already got as much immortality as any of us really get, burning down all your men as a funeral pyre to yourself wouldn't change that.

As you made clear several times we share many of the same objectives, and some of your subordinates might be able to continue serving those objectives for the Commonwealth rather than die needlessly, we can always use good soldiers and spies after all. We're considering an alliance with the Sensoriate, and alliance I assure you we are walking into with both eyes open, and immunity from Sensoriate reprisal for Section 66 personnel who join the Commonwealth forces could very well be a condition of our joining. Please consider it at least

No answer yet for the Sensoriate

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



You misunderstand, this isn't about retribution-you're far down the list. I'm just curious what Idrian could offer you that's worth that 'minor' shield.

[Zweanslord]

Floraris Federation
Devotion: 8.

At the League embassy of Do-Tora, much resembling a garden with airy housing of growing trees at the delta of a river with many streams, ponds and swampy area leading to the sea, Duke Ugidakon of the Reed Princedom is enjoying his morning soak in a shallow pool of martini's. Surrounded by several reed butlers as well as robot servitors, Duke Ugidakon has been enjoying his time at the embassy. The plant life of the Reed Princedom resemble reeds in varying forms and shapes, with Duke Ugidakon matching the appearance closely. The leaves act as flexible appendages and he moves forward with his roots. Master of many languages, such as leaf sign, root sign, plant rumble, green whistle and a number of others. Around three meters tall, his figure is as thin as the other reeds. Beyond the garden lies the other housing of the Vaktani Permanent Residency, from luxurious houses on stilts over the water to a skyscraper hotel of glass exterior on the bit of solid ground amidst it all.

"How lovely this place is, Representative!" Duke Ugidakon is talking to the hovering Vaktani robot he has designated as prime contact amongst the robots. While all the robots function similarly, he enjoyed the freedom of the service offered and added in some additional layers of classes, marking some robots as servants, others as butlers and this one as the Vaktani Representative, shortened to Representative. He has bestowed amongst the Representative the honour to shorten his name to just 'Duke' as well. Other robots must call him 'Duke Ugidakon' and in official parties his full name must be called out during the welcome!

"My review of this establishment is astounding, your service is exemplary." Moving his roots in the martini pond, Duke Ugidakon continues. "Now, let's talk official business. That non-aggression agreement, know that I have been communicating with my colleagues about it. I have taken the effort to put forth a counter proposal! Representative, know that this is just a draft and will need to be finalised. It's also long, but I doubt that's a problem for your computational abilities. Bureaucracy at its finest, I'd say. So many states, so many wishes. In any case! There are some terms no consensus could have been reached over. First of all, we could not come to an understanding what you meant by collateral in the penalties term. Could you clarify?"

"Second, the part about allies. The term states, and I quote, 'Any allies to either party and considered part of this contract for non-aggression. Any aggressive action by the alliances of either party must be denounced immediate or penalties will be exacted.' well, that won't do, I'm afraid. Not for a non-aggression treaty in any case. Loyalty runs deeper to allies than to non-aggression treaty members, to keep it brief and succinct. There are ofcourse alternatives. We could broaden the scope of this discussion and invite all our allies to hold a discussion about non-aggression. Then there is the possibility to revisit the terms and look for fitting terms. I personally was thinking to include a term where we both agree not to attack the other's allies, unless ofcourse attacked by them. And lastly, there is the possibility to broaden the scope of the treaty and talk about an alliance. What would you prefer?"

"Before answering that, allow me to give the command to upload the drafted document. I have also included a summary, though know it is but in the briefest sense it is dictated. It will ring closer to brievety of the terms given by the Vaktani, I assure you. There will be terms similar to that of the Vaktani and more in line with the League's own previous experience regarding treaties. Should you wish to change the wording, just give another proposal and I will adapt the draft. We can negotiate about terms as well and I suspect that will exactly be the case with the 'Allies' term the Vaktani proposed. I have therefore not included it as of yet as I await feedback from your end, Representative."

Duke Ugidakon then gives the command and one of the reed butlers gets to work to upload the document to the Vaktani Representative. The file is a long one, dealing with the massive bureaucracy of the League and all its member states, as well as states contained within them. The summary is as follows:

Non Aggression: The Principia League and the Vaktani Permanent Residency will take no hostile actions against one other, nor attack through intermediaries. Violating this term terminates the treaty immediately.
Trade Agreement: Trade is unhindered between Principia League and the Vaktani Permanent Residency, with several regulations in place to stimulate it.
Open Borders: Space travel is unhindered between the Principia League and the Vaktani Permanent Residency, allowing access to the Veil Gates and across the other's borders.
Public Treaty: The treaty between Principia League and the Vaktani Permanent Residency will be publicly announced to ward off aggression.
Departure: Should either wish to break up the treaty , this must be officially announced to the other party and will only go into effect at the start of two calendar years later, to give time for both parties to adjust. (Example: Break up at any point during Turn 2 means the alliance is no more at start of Turn 4.) When both officially announce the departure, this duration is shortened to a month (OOC: Must be announced 24 hours before EoT deadline, otherwise the treaty is still in effect at EoT).
Pending responses
Tarkanum Sensoriate
Astral Republics
Constantinopolan Commonwealth

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 9

Adarai's figure on the monitor frowns at the mention of blackmail, trying to understand what might be meant by that before pausing and chuckling.

"I apologize if my words were misleading. I only meant spreading proof of Director Idrian's past misdeeds in their attacks against our people. To our knowledge, there are no further secrets left for us to uncover from Marathon Station... unless the League has found out something new?

Now, we called this meeting not only to offer our profound thanks once again, but also to discuss what is to be done about Section 66 now. Although they are trapped on Sector 15, the Sensoriate Parliament is concerned that Idrian's reach is simply too long. Section 66 surely has even more agents among all of our people, and is preparing some sort of retaliation. The Joyous have decided that the source of their strength must be dismantled once and for all. We will be employing all of our resources towards this end, and once again we ask for whatever aid any of your nations are willing to give."

To the Union representative present, the de facto leader of the Joyous gives a slight nod. "We saw the video footage of your fight at Sector 15. Militarily, you have the most strength on the field; could we ask you to step up again and wipe out what remains of their forces?"

This turn, the Sensoriate will likely go all in on a Psionics attack against Section 66, targeting their Espionage again. They can devote [12 PSI] to the task, but only if they use every one of their VIPs.
To President Jungani,

We hope that our missive finds you well, and that the events of this past year have proven to be as fulfilling for your government as they have been for ours. The Joyous would like to discuss a few things with you, matters of our shared future. This current business with Section 66 is unlikely to last very long, hopefully their leaders will be dead or on trial in the next few years. With that concluded, there is the rest of the sector to consider. The Sensoriate has reached out to formally ratify our original agreement with the Commonwealth. The Principia Alliance is quickly becoming a reality, one that all of us will be living in.

Therefore, the Joyous would like to extend an invitation to you to come and visit us on Il-Feyraxis, next year. Speak with us face to face, in front of the Parliament. We hope that you will devote the resources to send a full delegation. The Principia Sector is in need of strong leadership, now more than ever. It is the fondest wish of the Joyous that the Sensoriate, the League, and the Commonwealth can set that example for the rest of the galaxy.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

This is pretty much the part where the Sensoriate discuss your win condition. Right now, the League counts 20 territories between its alliances, and only needs 4 more to win. The Sensoriate is hoping to bring both itself and the Commonwealth on board by allying, bringing them both up to 20 as well. From there, it's a simple matter of taking a few more territories or folding in one more alliance with the 3 powers, and the game is won.

They want to know what your suggestions might be for that last part. The Joyous are also going to suggest devoting the stats necessary to building a VIP of your very own this turn, so that private meetings can finally be facilitated between your groups.
Courteous hoteliers,

We here in the Joyous would like to express our disappointment at your rejection of our offer. As the recent transcripts and videos from Marathon Station have proven, Section 66 is a blight on the galaxy that does not deserve to exist. Their leaders took part in a brutal campaign of silencing opposition through kidnapping, extortion, and mass assassination against multiple parties. I assure you, the rest of the sector considers them persona non grata. For beings whose income and existence derives greatly from customer satisfaction, we thought you would be more concerned about harboring some of the worst war criminals in the galaxy.

We do respect your decision to uphold a debt, and your willing openness to us about it. As we have told others in the past, the Sensoriate operates on the fundamental principles of transparency. Why hide secrets when they can be used against you later? In this case, however, informing us was not necessarily wise. The Joyous understand the need for pragmatism, but the rest of our newly formed Parliament will not be so easily swayed. There may yet be a call for complete annihilation of Section 66 and fair trials for all of its leadership. Harboring any of them could well make your company an accessory to their crimes after the fact.

We hope that you will reconsider your loyalties in the future, for your sake. Eavar in particular is hopeful that you will consider our words: she seems to have greatly enjoyed her time in Do-Tora, and would like the opportunity to visit again perhaps sometime next year.

Contentedly yours,

- Tamodred

Section 66

Devotion 10

Idrian lets out a dry chuckle at the comment of courtship. "Really, Alziben. You're so predictable, even now. If I thought you really meant it, I might even take you up on your offer. As for the playing of games... I've actually had the fortune to experience a few others in my time. Virtual reality can be quite the rush, for one. I just found classical structures to be more my speed than anything else. Now, let's play."

For once, Cantus' opening moves are not brilliant: he cautiously moves his men from one state to the next, approaching the game from a standpoint of survival as opposed to victory. A less charitable mind might even call his strategy sloppy. That the Director is distracted is so painfully obvious to the eye that it almost doesn't bear saying, but a single glance from the Arco-Medean seems to wordlessly invite the comment nonetheless.
We have received quite a few tangible offers for our dear Deputy Director these past few months. Yours caught our attention as appealing to her scientific prowess in particular. To what ends, might I ask, would you put our foremost technological mind to use?

It matters little, I suppose. This is not a charity case. You and I both know that our end is not foretold. Therefore, giving away such a prized asset for nothing would be quite unsound. We will simply have to hold out for a better offer.
The Director rolls his eyes at the appearance of Phidrian-Rhan, letting out a small sigh of disapproval when he sees the circumstances in which his nephew has found himself. A few staff officers in the background watch on, their dark blue and grey service uniforms pristine and professional in stark contrast to the Ambassador's looser companions. "Trust me Nephew, the feeling is entirely mutual. Thankfully, my business today is not with you. If you could pass me over to your new master, that would be greatly appreciated."

As the Director of Special Circumstances listens to Killbot VII's rebuttal, his jaw clenches ever so slightly. "The lives of those under my command are the precise reason for my offering surrender. We are agreed on one thing: you taking this system from us is an inevitability. We both know that the remnants of my Shadow Fleet will not be able to hold back your engines of war for another year. Such an assault would surely also devastate my support base and lead to potential loss of life on both sides. Therefore, it is in my best interests as well as your own that Section 66 either surrender the planet to you here and now, or we work out a deal wherein we can help each other out.

To prove that we are dealing in good faith, I am prepared to send you one of my best and brightest as collateral. I believe you are acquainted with Deputy Director Thorlar dun'Eraell?" The focus of the camera zooms out sightly, revealing the hulking frame of the armored rhox in the background. He gives a crisp salute. Data on the commander seems to confirm that he led the ground assault team on Sector 15 last year, after spearheading the attack on Union forces in system airspace.

Idrian is willing to revise the deal. He can't commit to sending in Kraphix at the current time, but he is willing to give you his other Deputy Director Thorlar dun'Eraell (who is a MIL 1 VIP]) as a hostage until further notice.

So right now, Idrian is willing to offer you [4 MIL] per turn on top of the VIP. In exchange, the Union will not attack Section 66 in any fashion, or assist any other associated attacks against them, for the next 2 turns. Furthermore, the Union will publicly announce to the rest of the allied bloc that Sector 15 is off-limits to the Principia League's territorial aggression. If Section 66 loses Sector 15 or is attacked by the Union in any way, then the Military flow will stop completely.
The response is a little while in coming, and the voice that Triumvir Antonia hears over the receiver is not Director Idrian's, but a more familiar tone.

"This is Deputy Director Kraphix. Our apologies, but the Director is quite busy at the moment. You are not the first to ask after our personnel, so we are being forced to consider who might benefit the most from our resources when we are gone. He has called a general meeting of our officers to make that decision. I assure you, when the call is made you will be one of the first to know. We have appreciated your staying out of the campaign against us; it appears you are more or less the only ones who did. For that, you have our sincere gratitude.

Now, would you be willing to discuss negotiations for the transfer of personnel and resources?"

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera, Canian Agri-Commune
Devotion: 8.

It takes some time for the League to answer in the call, as they are busy with something. Clan Inera is inviting another in the conversation. Where Patriarch Foltan of Clan Inera is on the audio channel, a new video channel is added from the Canian Agri-Commune. This is the newly established government on Cania of the system Cania-Suarez (System 12). On the video, a large and broad creature is visible. A quadruped with two arms, a centaur-shape, with a long neck. On top of the neck is a head with roundish features and a large mouth. The whole form has a thick brown fur, with exception of parts of the face and hands. On the head there is a subtle high-tech headset and around the neck there are several necklaces, one metal with high-tech features, another made of beads and wood ornaments. The creature is one of the Lletar. On the audio channel, Patriarch Foltan is the first to take the word.

"Patriarch Foltan calling in. Sorry for the delay. Joining us is, well, go ahead and tell us yourself."

The Lletar wags on of its ears as it raises a hand in greeting. A deep and strong female voice sounds from thick lips. "Greetings to all. I am Chief Companion Iapfia Whea, the current leader of the planet Cania, head of one of the new members of the Principia League. I offer my apologies for suddenly joining this conversation, but understand I will take lead in the operation against Section 66 of the Principia League this year. I represent the example of the companions of Cania who will take further action against the oppressors. They will be punished for forcing me and my companions in servitude upon their return to the Principia Sector."

Patriarch Foltan adds. "I hope you understand why I invited Chief Companion Iapfia Whea. She insisted." A short interruption from the Lletan. "I did." Patriarch Foltan continues. "Adarai, please spread further proof of Director Idrian's misdeeds."

Chief Companion Iapfia Whea takes the word again with her deep voice. "Now regarding Section 66's current position. I will go beyond what Adarai has said. The source of their strength is not enough. It is time Section 66 be dismantled as organization permanently. No longer should this sector suffer their vile methods. All of us are at risk of being their next target. Let us be confident they can never target any of us anymore. Know that I will ensure the Principia League continues supporting this cause." Patriarch Foltan adds a short comment again. "She can be convincing."

With a piercing stare, Chief Companion Iapfia Whea looks at the screen. "I have heard both Zeiat and Adarai. I would like to know if you both support this. The one speaking for the Union of Socialist Robots for the Advancement of the Free and Equal Rights for All Sentient Kind, please make yourself known. I have been impressed by the strength of the Union as well, just like Adarai. Can we count on you to continue advancing the free and equal rights of all sentient kind and strike against Section 66 again? Know that I can arrange support so you can free System 15 from the oppression of Section 66. I believe taking their territory will lead to earlier dissolving of the organization above the other options. Does this match each of your perspective?"Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 8.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

The Principia League appreciates your thanks as well as commendation. Similarly, our troops were impressed by the fighting capabilities of the Constantinopolan Commonwealth's fleet, especially Admiral Antonia's performance. A contact list will be provided as requested.

While I am glad I can report that casaulties, while present, were limited, the amount of traitors present is worrying. The pirates are true to their name as they do not fight fair. To share a personal view, I worry what their next move will be. The Orks as you mention remain a point of concern, though fortification would leave us less capable of supporting you military wise in the fight against the pirates. Please give a recommendation to the members of the League on how to give support, because there is currently a clear lack of consensus.

I and the members of the League fully endorse the Constantinopolan Commonwealth joining the Principia Alliance fully. If there is anything I can do to help with the negotiations, state so as soon as possible, as I am eager to arrange help. To see the three joined in the Alliance will be sure to move towards a more prosperous future.

I will however warn you not to take Section 66 lightly. While it may seem we have the upper hand now, their actions show they are a devious lot and may prove to be more resilient than one would expect if looking at the galactic map. After all, they did manage to beat the Union's forces to take their current system, something I would not have expected. To turn this more concretely, the conflict is taking up resources from both the Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate for as long as it lasts. The sooner Section 66 lacks the forces to be an organisation, the sooner resources can be dedicated to other threats, such as the pirates.

A shame the Cronarch was not as profitable as hoped. I look forward to further reports on it.

If I may, what is the Commonwealth's current relation with the Vaktani Permanent Residency? I ask, because they have approached us for a non-aggression treaty. Given the current situation, I feel it would be ideal if both of us cultivated improved relations with them and it would be best if both of us have a non-aggression treaty with the Vaktani Permanent Residency. Perhaps they will, if not now, then eventually, join us in the fight against the pirates.

Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul
Adarai,

Thank you for reaching out to me and bringing up the importance of the future. I am honoured by your invitation to come and visit on Il-Feyraxis. Know that it would bring great joy to speak in front of the Joyous Parliament and offer words of peace and prosperity.

However, I fear that it will be difficult for me to speak such words and meet the expectations regarding a full delegation. As you are well aware, the Principia League has many leaders. Strong leadership means surpassing the level of a leader concerned with the well being of a star system. It means reaching out and touch upon those throughout the galaxy. Emperor Ultri managed to do this once, but strong leadership is not a single act, but a continued presence. I am confident that myself and the officials of the Principia League can work towards this strong position, but that will take energy, time and effort.

I cannot in good consciousness work to take that position at current. The Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate is at war with Section 66. I feel the weight of responsibility to cooperate with the other leaders of the League to end this threat sooner, rather than later. The capability of treachery and subterfuge is of great concern as long as their organization exists and I worry about what star system they may wish to conquer next or what mass murders they are planning. It would greatly alleviate my concerns if there was one threat less, for there are sufficient. The Principia League and the Constantinopolan Commonwealth are dealing with the pirate threat and the Orks are just one worrying wormhole away.

A future of peace is one I look forward to and strive towards. I feel directing resources to end one war will be most effective in that regard. Yet I am curious as to what your vision is regarding this as I feel I am missing a vital eye to cast things in your perspective. Please elaborate.

To see the Principia Alliance strenghten by having the Principia League, the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Constantinopolan Commonwealth all allied together is something I dearly wish to see become reality, for it will certainly pave the way to a more peaceful future as we unite to stand strong for that cause. I hope that the Alliance may yet grow stronger.

Best of regards,
President Jungani of the Arusvar Republic

Creating a VIP costs 10 points, which is very significant. While private meetings are a strong asset, Section 66 is far from defeated.

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]


More's the pity, really. We're working with one of the more impressive toys your people left behind, seeing if we can get it to not kill us all half the time. Cheris gets poetic about all the cosmic principles and quanta involved.

Well, and the things which might actually be relevant, but I'm not about to tell you about anything we might be killing you with.

Still, the offer stands for any of your agents right up until the moment they're caught.




Just to be clear-as of right now we're not interested in retaliation. Further intervention will re repaid in kind.

And don't push us-your schemes with the Commonwealth are great entertainment, I'd hate to ruin the show.



Zeiat waves a hand at Adari's pause "Oh, apologies! I misunderstood you to be saying that you had uncovered some unedifying information about one of the parties here in Idrian's archives. But yes, a full accounting of the man's misdeeds seems like an excellent idea."

As everyone else came online, he continued "Ah, Chief Companion, it's an honor to meet you! We're all really quite great fans of your exploits, here on Fortean.

Now, as to the issue at hand, I'm sure you've all heard that Idrian was able to subvert a substantial part of the operation we set against his clique last year-we can't be sure just how many losses he did suffer, but if our analysis is correct before taking those losses into account he would have [19 Espionage] available this turn. Which is to say, very much still an active threat to all of us. And he's almost certainly listening in to this conversation in real time.

Now, I'm not fully up to date on our planning, but I believe we should be able to commit a non-insubstantial fraction of our agents again this year, and I cannot say I disagree with the Joyous' priorities as to a target.

To our esteemed representative from the Union-I'm not appraised of all the details, but I believe you've been reached out to by Idrian about some variety of conditional surrender?"

[n0ble]

Dev 8.


Killbot VIII looms forward from the shadows that encompass the Union's monitor. It's screen-face (https://i.imgur.com/6I3smyx.jpg) depicts a child-a girl-cowering in a tree. A canine species from the Limbyx system surrounds the vegetation. Occasionally one of the mutts growls at the girl with an almost human pain. Killbot's VIII's had hands are clasped behind its back. It does not turn to address anyone. The dogs race about the tree in a perfectly syncronus circle. Fully one half of each creature has transparent skin, revealing the alien visceral underneath. "The Union would like nothing more than to stamp out the taint the Director and his dogs have left on this sector. However."

The lupine fiends collapse into steaming piles of viscera that congeal around the tree. The child and tree are subsumed. "I will not have my people marched to their deaths while others stand by. My people claimed NovinusSecure. They did not designate it. Had I the choice it would remade, fully representative of the latter. If the Union is to continue in this conflict it will need a new staging ground and time to prepare for the conflicts to come. Chief Companion Iapfia Whea. How many systems does the League currently control?"


I'll throw my support in if given the following:
- 2 turns to prep
- 1 system (from anyone) to raise my MIL beyond my current limit & train up some VIPs. Very much open to discussing how long it's leased for and on what basis/terms.




Killbot VIII's monitor switches from the dark-haired woman to a solar storm. Telemetry data reveals the blue emissions are those of Novinus' sun. "Summation acknowledged." Hyperius shoots across the screen of the Savior's face, basking in the flares and emission. "Response forthcoming."


Need some time to think it over.

[Zweanslord]

Reformed Magnotic Theocracy

A 3D video broadcast commences, ideal to be put on holographic display. Prophet Electro is on display, one of the Orrobo of Magros in the Rai system and leader of the Reformed Magnotic Theocracy. A dull white spherical shape with many colourful spheres on it, gleaming softly. Hovering in place, the green and blue orb softly illuminate. The message Prophet Electro is delivering is translated into a varying amount of languages, but most especially the Arco-Medean language, still the lingua franca of the Principia Sector.

"May Magno offers Its Respondent Light to all."

"I am Prophet Electro, blessed by Magno with prophecies of the future. I have a vision of next year. Each year, the Exile has announced a galactic event and I have foreseen what next year will bring."

"I offer this knowledge to whoever is willing to offer a token of faith to Light Everlasting, to Radiance and Illumination. To the first interested, I ask [2 Devotion] immediately spent to bolster the Principia League's [passive Devotion], after which I will send the message to you on a then more secure communication line, thanks to the offered token of faith. Thereafter, I will ask [1 Devotion] to those interested, as the first time I share this knowledge those with prying senses will likely not see the need to offer a token of faith. Alternative tokens of faith may certainly be negotiated."

"I look forward to any interest! Be blessed in Radiant Light!"

Prophet Electro offers to tell what event will happen next year. The price is an immediate investment of 2 Devotion to boost the passive Devotion of the Principia League for the first interested and 1 Devotion for those after. The price is higher for the first, as anybody with sufficient Espionage will be able to learn of the information as well, thus would no longer be interested in the trade.

Prophet Electro will after the investment tell, through a regular devotion-protected message, what the event is. As the Principia's League passive devotion is thus boosted, this will be a better protected message. Other prices may be negotiated, but devotion is strongly preferred due to Prophet Electro being a devout Orrobo of the Magnotic faith.Clan Inera, Canian Agri-Commune
Devotion: 8.

"Thank you, Zeiat! Though you do bring worrying news if Section 66 has access to such strength of subterfuge and infiltration. A great threat indeed. While it is certainly likely that they are listening in, I see no alternative to discuss matters here between all of us, for coordination is required." Chief Companion Iapfia Whea nods, before staring at Killbot VIII's screen-face, trying to see what is happening or what is meant. Rubbing her chin, she looks in thought before answering.

"I can assure you, Killbot VIII, I and my fellow members in the Principia League intends to take action and march forward, as opposed to standing by. I ask you to march alongside myself as well as the other of the Principia League upon System 15 to liberate it from the oppression of Section 66. Considering you seek to advance the free and equal rights of all sentient kind, I am confident the people of System 15 would rather offer space for your preparations and bases than those of Section 66."

"Killbot VIII, I strongly ask of you to march this very year and not wait 2 years! I would see Section 66 be dissolved as an organisation within two years instead of wait. I fear for what Section 66 would do while we wait, what casaulties they might bring and how their oppression crushes the spirit of the people of System 15. I seek to commit the majority of the Principia League's forces this very year to ensure Section 66 will no longer be a name amongst the governments within the Principia Sector."

"If the Union can liberate System 15 of Section 66 with the Principia's League's support, I believe we will be that much closer to save the sector from their tyranny and stand closer to end the war for good. What do you think, Killbot VIII?"

The League wants to support the Union to take System 15 this turn. Without systems, Section 66 has only 1 turn to retake a system or be out of the game.

[3SecondCultist]

Tarkanum Sensoriate

Devotion 9

Adarai watches the exchange between Killbot VII and the rest of the gathered leaders with some interest, the symbiotic body not blinking as it registers the information being delivered. When Chief Companion Iapfia Whea speaks up, it nods enthusiastically in agreement.

"Our friends in the Principia League are absolutely correct. If we give Section 66 even a little breathing room, they will use that to destroy us once more. Assuming Zeiat's summary of their potential network is accurate, they could and likely will do a great deal of damage even on the way out. This will not be a bloodless fight. Therefore, it is of paramount importance that their capability to retaliate us neutralized even as the Union and the League take the fight to them in their last remaining stronghold. We should strike now, while they have nowhere to run. Killbot, end whatever deals you have with Idrian. He is a snake, and cannot be trusted. Strike now with overwhelming force, and you shall have the system that you seek.

Zeiat, would it be safe to say that we can count on your support this year to erode Section 66's power base by going after their network. Even if they are listening in, there will be little they can do to stop us save from trying to subvert our own agents first, a task which I doubt will be as successful this time around. We saw what happened to Fortean's own spies in the last attempt, and have put safeguards in place to prevent the same from happening again."

The Sensoriate supports a joint ground assault through INF and MIL from the Union and the League against Sector 15, meanwhile they ask the Republics to coordinate their ESP with their PSI to target Section 66's ESP (since their high DEV should forestall at least some stat theft).
Esteemed friend,

We understand and sympathize completely with your position! Leadership is not a reward, but a responsibility, and the Principia League is a paragon of free will and self-determination of peoples. It is the very reason why the Sensoriate reached out to you to form the Principia Alliance in the first place, and we could not be more pleased that the Commonwealth seems to be on the verge of joining us in our fight.

As you well know, we are as committed to the end of Section 66 as yourself. We have not forgotten the brutal attacks they made on our regime and our diplomats, the proof of which you were able to substantiate to the rest of the sector. The Parliament trusts that our collective efforts this year will be able to wipe them out or at least neutralize them as a threat until such a time as their complete destruction can be achieved.

Nevertheless, there will be a need for public figures in the future, ones who are visible not only to ourselves, but the rest of the galaxy. When Section 66 is dust, the Joyous urge that you hold elections in the Principia League for singular representatives.

Blissfully yours,

- Adarai

Section 66

Devotion 10

Be careful what you tamper with. Your 'Cheris' may be brilliant, but there is always a danger when interacting with greater forces.

We might perhaps consider your... offer, if there was any weight behind it. Right now you offer nothing and seek to gain everything. This is hardly how backroom deals are conducted. I thought better of you, I suppose.
The next message arrives not an hour later, beamed in concurrently with the war council meeting that Killbot is currently attending with the rest of Section 66's enemies. The timing does not seem like a coincidence. By the time the recording actually begins, there can be no doubt as to what the Director of Special Circumstances is busy doing at the current moment.

"This is Deputy Director Kraphix," begins the account of the syrinx's voice over the Novinus-Hyperian receiver. "I am here to amend the terms of the deal that was to be struck between our two polities this stellar year, in light of the apparent grand strategy of the rest of the agency's collected foes. It would appear as though the Principia League's aggression will be unchecked regardless of your involvement, so we would like to propose a plan that benefits both of us.

We seek a return to an altered version of our original arrangement, along with the caveat that has already been established about the handover of a hostage. Section 66 will freely give Sector 15 over to the Union at the conclusion of our negotiations here, as well as send over Deputy Director dun'Eraell for an unspecified amount of time. In exchange, the Union will spearhead the 'attack' against us, keeping the Principia League forces in reserve so that they don't get too close to the handover. By year's end, your people will have a new system to expand into - a system that rightfully should have been yours - as well as a valuable hostage to do with what you will.

Section 66, on the other hand, will have earned itself another year of survival, with minimal loss of life on our end. We are aware that Fortean has people in your camp, so we would appreciate any reply on your end be discreet so as to avoid arousing suspicion."

Pretty much exactly what it says here: Section 66 plans on actively giving Sector 15 to the Union as well as their VIP, and in return the Union will help make it look like they took Sector 15 from them. Killbot will need to convince the rest of the powers in the alliance against Section 66 that the Union can lead the attack. That way, Section 66 can lose the territory without taking any stat damage, and the Union doesn't need to spend any of its MIL taking a system that's already being surrendered to them.
The following message is delivered through a single stealth ship, one that appears shortly after arriving on the Ork side of the Sinclair-Hyst wormhole. There is no pilot on board: instead, there is a rather simple looking receiver with a single message encoded into it.

The galaxy has tarred us both with the same brush, it seems. They are resolved to make us the monsters of their story. So from one monster to another, I - we - salute you. First of all, you should understand that this is not an inducement to attack the Principia League, as we understand you have your own war to fight, although we heartily will encourage it should that be your course of action. We would simply like to get in touch, to establish contact.

It is unlikely that we will ever meet, but it would do our cause some good were you to reply... cryptically. There are undoubtedly others who will uncover traces of this missive among your own people, and hiding the agency's intentions serves our purposes. In exchange, please let us know if there is a favor that Section 66 can repay when it is more solvent.

You don't actually have to do anything, but a vague 'we agree' or 'we will consider your proposal' reply for anyone capable of viewing your messages would be excellent. :smallamused:
To Core-OX,

Thank you for your offer. We here at Section 66 appreciate that not everyone in the Principia Sector yet has cause to hate us. The agency is currently undergoing some major overhauls, in light of major personnel shortages. Our Directorate is becoming more involved in decision making protocol, as we have more admirals and commanders than basic soldiers: a problem for any paramilitary organization.

Speaking pragmatically, there may be a manner for us to host a particular individual at your hotel headquarters until further notice. Deputy Director Kraphix has been intrigued by the study of temporal manipulation, and we understand you have entered into an alliance with the Prefecture, an entity that she greatly respects. However, we cannot make any promises without some kind of return.

We are likely to be attacked in the nearby future from abroad, and the agency would certainly appreciate some paid vacation for certain... potentially troublesome agents in our own employ who are vulnerable to insinuation (psionic or otherwise). This would be a temporary procedure, but one that Section 66 would be willing to repay in kind. If you are not willing to offer us this aid, the Deputy Director might consider changing venues for her retirement from intelligence life. We have heard that the Astral Republics are on the verge of some cutting-edge technological breakthroughs as well.

Best regards,

- Director of Special Circumstances Cantus Idrian

Section 66 is willing to lend or outright give Deputy Director Kraphix (who is a SCI 2 VIP) to the Vaktani, in exchange for a favor. They are not necessarily asking for military aid, but Section 66 would really appreciate any combination of Devotion or Psionics that the Vaktani can invest into a 1-turn shield to prevent retaliation from the Sensoriate. The higher the offer, the longer they will be willing to part with their VIP.

[Writtensanity]

On Do-Tora, it was raining, that was what weather shields were for.



"Evening everyone," CORE-0X said as he flickered to life in the multination conversation that had been set up. "I want to keep this as short as possible, it'll make things easier."

"As much as our allies are protective of us, something we appreciate, the Vatakni Board of Directors has agreed that there don't need to be additional reparations as long as Unit 23 is returned to the Vaktani as well as allowed to be examined by the Prefecture in the interim to prevent any.. supernatural repercussions of his extended vacation in Cortex Territory."

"As for the second part of you telling the galaxy that we are forgiving for this, it would be appreciated."

"Finally, and perhaps as part of the return of Unit 23, we would like to speak to the group of you in private. I understand that important people are hard to spare in the galaxy right now, but sadly I need to admit that our communications are the weak link, more suited for advertisement. A private meeting."

CORE 0-X holds out his hand, not so that he can actually shake hands, but as a gesture of 'friendship'






Hello Commonwealth

Thanks for letting you know that you're reading messages directed to us, we understand the pirates communication networks aren't exactly stalwart but to quote CORE-0X. Rude.

As for potential alliances with the pirates, we plan for our relationships with them to be strictly non-agression agreements. Afterall, having a deal with them to stop attacking us seems to keep them from attacking Do-Tora again.


Pirates and Commonwealth

Obviously both side of the conflict would appreciate our help. Everyone would appreciate a helping hand in war, but simply put there is no direct conflict that we have with either of you. We have a standing treaty of nonaggression with the pirates and a
tenuous but positive relationship with the Commonwealth. There is no reason for Vaktani to get involved in the conflict here and even if there were one to be argued, we are prevented from joining one of the sides by ink.





We appreciate your appreciation of our offer but also understand your reluctance to accept defeat, it's noble. We still believe there is a positive impact to be made by Section 66 in the Sector, and we will help you in the way that things should be handled. Diplomacy.





Hello, I suspect this message finds you all quite busy. From the amount of messages going in every direction I get the feeling that this conflict isn't over for you and that Director Iridan hasn't exactly put forward terms of surrender that you're willing to accept. "

"Whatever your goal was in this war, if it was anything other than the complete destruction of Section 66 I believe you've reached it. Vaktani is not forgiving them for their actions in the Sensoriate or of anything in the war that we don't know about, but they aren't the Orks, Section 66 can be reasoned with, can be negotiated with, there isn't a reason to eliminate a sentient race that's willing to talk. "

"We implore you, make Section 66 stand trial, make them pay some reparations that they can afford, do something other than destroying them. Pinning them in a corner and forcing them to fight for their lives is just going to do more damage to your section of the galaxy than we can recover from. I don't want to see crippled empires eaten up by opportunists. That includes Section 66 and any of you that might be damaged fighting them.


"They helped us in the past against the pirates, and now it's our turn. We will assist in negotiation between the sides. We know they are listening to this either way.

CORE-0X





Unfortunately Non-Agression might need to wait a day or two here, it looks like standing by past friends is slightly kicking a powder keg and it feels disingenuous to sign a treaty with one hand while negotiating with the other.

[Shadowflick]

Alziben has always enjoyed himself a good war game. Able to pull the strategies considered too dangerous to preform on the actual battlefield, and hearing that Core-X himself..themselves might attend the event made him all the more excited. he sat himself down in his virtual reality got into the ship. He preferred the familiar controls of a Red Wing strike craft, but a Vaktani Corvette could work plenty well for his taste as well. Many of his own crew also took part in the match. Each of them had their own goal as well...

Kill the Cap.

Engines blazed and the start timer began to count down, Alziben awfully relaxed as he began going through the various scenarios in his head. A Fighter screening? no...Missle barrage would be too simple. I need to do this in Style. I know what I'll do

He went off, his engines receiving beyond maximum power...by turning his weapons off. He diverted the energy that would power his choice of laser canon to the rest of the ship, providing a rather risky combination of Speed and defense.

But the defense wasn't what he was after. He was always an offensive sort of fighter. No, he didn't make himself into a wall, he made himself into a Bullet. Alziben Sent his ship Careening into other Pirate Vessels, able to keep his momentum up as the enhanced shield allowed him to slice through smaller fighter's like butter, aiming their debris toward larger corvettes. he would use the increased speed from his ship to have the usually accurate auto turrets miss him nd instead of fire on his there own allies!

Yet, he noticed something. Core-X wasn't aiming for the standard point getters of enemy strike craft. he was aiming for the Cruiser! Alziben didn't even know you could attack the cruisers! He had to hand it to Core, for a glorified hotel Manager, he was doing a hell of a job. Yet, I was time for Alziben to secure a victory. What better way to do it then steal a strategy.

He aimed his ship toward the cruiser's hanger bay, pumping his engines with the power from his weapons and shields, trying to gain as much momentum as possible. As this happened his avatar got up from the pilot's chair and began equipping the space marine armor. Specifically the one with jump Jets and Magnetic boots. As he flew, a swarm of pirate vessels followed him. Just as planned. He went back to the cockpit and finally, put all power to weapons.

he opens the airlock, and jumps out, his golden ship firing twin beams from his energy canon, right into the ship...before crashing inside and setting off a chain reaction of other explosions inside. Even a few pirate vessels crashing in afterward. Alziben in the meanwhile driftend through space.

"Three. Two. One." he counts, falling gracefully, before he ignites his Laser Saber and throws it into the window of a nearby strike craft, skewring the pilot inside before he breaks the rest of the window with a swift kick from his power armor, Hijacking the ship in space!...the game ended shortly afterward....With Alziben getting the Play of the Game


"So we've Stolen your GDP, Your years Navy, and sent you back to Earth with your tail between your legs. Are you surrrre you dont want to jsut..stop this whole thing? I imagine it's an awwwful drain on your resources. I mean, I know I have better things to do with my time personally"





Alziben frowns, He didnt enjoy seeing his friend like this. His next plays were equally sloppy, trying to let the game go on, rather then ending it imediatly with a grand and swift play "No offense, but you look a tad bit out of it. Life as the hunted not to your liking? Could always come by Zero Stigma, we have a few shapeshifters here that can really tickle the feather if you know what I mean."






"Yea, Understandable I suppose. Anyway, nice Job with the Plutocracy, some of my pirates really enjoyed the stunts you've been pulling! If you ever feel like you need a bit of help around the galaxy though, don be a stranger!





"Ooo....Nice Burn. 8 out of 10, would embrace socialism again"




Alziben sigh's in his throne room, having recived a Psionic Message

"If you'd prefer, you could just keep the wording Vague and tell me what you would like. I'll do the same."

[n0ble]

DEV 0

Phridrian-Rhan responds. "Given the reported literacy rates of your people, I'm honestly surprised you can spell the word. Say it with me now. S-O-C-I-A-L-I-S-M. Was that slow enough for you?"

[St.Just]

The Astral Republics

[Devotion 5]



Lovely. And likewise. Best of luck with your new merchandising career.





I suppose I am being difficult. Being more direct; what are your first principles here. I'd call you more sin-eating patriot than opportunistic playground, but it can be hard to tell with your jackboots.

So tell me dear Director-your feelings on martyrdom, if it might preserve your works?


Zeiat nodded to the Joyous in responses to his request, replying with a little shrug "We'd be more than happy to, of course, but I'm really not too sure we'll be especially effective with the available resources they have to put towards counter-ops. Still, we might as well force them to-or at least, we'll be happy to ruin their day a little if they devote everything towards the offensive."

Now turning to the League and Union representatives, he paused for a few awkward seconds before continuing "If I..understand the intent behind Killbot's question correctly-Patriarch, Marathon station has no substantial permanent civilian population, if I'm remembering correctly? Perhaps it might be ceded as a staging ground to the Union, in exchange for a commitment to strike in concert and wipe out Idrian's last bastion?"




Zeiat didn't actually have eyebrows, but holographic displays gave him one to raise in response to the Core's suggestion. "Joyous, I don't suppose you have a physical record of all the evidence we've compiled? A massive tome or pile of overstuffed files creates more of an impression that just transferring a massive file, in my admittedly limited experience.

Or, well, I'm being a bit sharp, apologies. What I mean to say is that we, at least, would be perfectly happy to come to peace terms involving Idrian and his clique standing trial for their crimes-all of their crimes." Looking over at his fellow representatives to gauge a response, he continues "Amnesties might be possible to arrange for low level and backline staff. But the Director and his inner circle have a great deal of blood on their hands.

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera, Canian Agri-Commune
Devotion: 8.

Chief Companion Iapfia Whea looks pleased as Adarai states words of agreement. Nodding when Zeiat speaks about ruining Section 66's day, a brown furred arm scratches behind her ear at the suggestion offered.

"Marathon Station indeed does not have a permanent civilian population at this time, Zeiat." Looking intently, she continues. "Killbot VIII, with our combined effort System 15 may be liberated and can serve as your staging ground. I feel that matches your desire for more room to develop your forces, though Zeiat's question did point out to me that what I feel may not align with your wishes. If you still seek more space, I am willing to rise Marathon Station to the negotation table under additional terms. I will discuss those terms only once I have assurance you and the Union are willing to liberate System 15 of Section 66's tyranny immediately."
On a video channel the representative of the newly established government on Cania of the system Cania-Suarez (System 12) is present. A large and broad creature, quadruped with two arms, a centaur-shape, with a long neck. On top of the neck is a head with roundish features and a large mouth. The whole form has a thick brown fur, with exception of parts of the face and hands. On the head there is a subtle high-tech headset and around the neck there are several necklaces, one metal with high-tech features, another made of beads and wood ornaments. The creature is one of the Lletar.

"Greetings to the Vaktani. I am Chief Companion Iapfia Whea, the current leader of the planet Cania, head of one of the new members of the Principia League."

"Let me assure you, Section 66 cannot be reasoned with or negotiated with. To do so is to fall in their trap. I speak from personal experience as I and my people have suffered from their deception. When Section 66 returned to the Sector, they came to Cania-Suarez, arrived at my home planet, Cania. We tried to reason with them, negotiate with them. They were reasonable, offered help keeping the order in exchange for food. Yet as we shook hands, where we thought of them as equals, they had already infiltrated, turned our own against us. It was not long before they seized control and installed a police state, where any dissenting voices where soon quelled. I have seen them take even in children who would speak up against them. They would only have us to provide them with personnel and resources. Any attempt at diplomacy was met only by subterfuge and treachery."

"Your wording is off, for you compare Section 66 with the Orks, put in a parallel with a sentient race. They are an organisation, one with ideas and values which are based on tyranny and oppression. Their personnel is to be saved from being forced to enact Section 66's cruelty on the Principia Sector. I will not have them fight for their lives, but save their lives! The Principia Sector has plenty of opportunity for fulfilling jobs and work, a chance to lead a life of prosperity. Be it to grow food on Cania, become an interstellar trader, a performer, a craftsman, explore the vast reaches of space or live their life at the Vaktani Permanent Residency, they will have freedom to chose. Now they have none, for they are bound by the oppressive organization that is called Section 66."

"Section 66 did not help the Vaktani Permanent Residency against the pirates. They only seek to bring about their own idea of order upon the sector. I know, because with me on Cania are those who abandoned the lifestyle of Section 66 and they have told me. Section 66's leaders only sees other governments as pawns for their purposes, with some more useful than others. And some they see as enemies, where they will not shy from mass murder, as has happened with the Tarkanum Sensoriate. The word of the Director and his direct subordinates means little, for they will violate treaties, lie and deceive. Tell they want order and avoid conflicts, while at the same time ordering assassinations in the dark. Where they said exactly this to the Principia League, they meanwhile ordered the deaths of those in the Tarkanum Sensoriate. Section 66's leaders are not to be trusted with our well being."

"Even the Arco-Medeans had sent them away, afraid of their might, afraid of Director Idrian. And they were right, for he has not changed his ways, only sharpened them. If you truly wish to look at the past, look at all the crimes, all the terror, the murder and agony Section 66's caused under the control of that person."

"Section 66, as organisation, as threat to the galactic harmony and peace, must be dissolved, their people given freedom, their leaders no longer in a position of power."

"I hope you now understand why., CORE-0X. I ask you to help. Convince Section 66's leaders they are to stand trial for their crimes and ask them to return System 15 to its inhabitants and liberate their personnel from their contracts."Clan Inera
Devotion: 8.

"Patriarch Foltan Inera hailing Adarai and Ambassador Zeiat."

"Many things are being discussed on the other channel, where the Union is present as well. I wish to speak with both of you regarding another matter. Adarai, Zeiat, we find ourselves on the same side of the conflict against Section 66, cooperating for quite some time. Zeiat, the Astral Republics have an open borders and trade agreement treaty with the Principia League."

"I wish to propose an alliance between the Principia League, Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Astral Republics once more. Zeiat, would this be the appropriate time?"

"Adarai, I have not consulted with you before making this proposal, but given the Joyous' favouring peace and cooperation, am I correct you support this proposal? Zeiat, I would very much like to propose the Astral Republics join not just in alliance with the Principia League and the Tarkanum Sensoriate, but the Constantinopolan Commonwealth as well. Last time you did not seem fond of the idea, therefore I suggest an alliance with the League and Sensoriate at this point in time. I hope an alliance between the three of us would be acceptable, given our common foes. But should this not be case, Zeiat, might I ask what would make it acceptable? In the same vein, may I ask what would make an alliance including the Commonwealth acceptable?"Floralis Federation
Devotion: 8.

Duke Ukigadon is lazily hanging on a chair at the river streams, enjoying the breeze in his reed. With the Vaktani Representative again close by, two days have passed since they last talked official business.

"Representative! Good to see you again. I think communications will take more than two days, given the bureacracy involved in interstellar diplomacy. Shall we continue negotiations? Time breezes by. Or do you wish to continue with the pause?"Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 8.

Dear Adarai,

I greatly appreciate your understanding. Know that I will heed your advice and push towards strong leadership when there is no war on the League's borders any more.

As I mentioned previously, I wish to see the Principia Alliance stronger and I have asked Patriarch Foltan to reach out to you and the Astral Republics again to see if we may strenghten the bonds of friendship and cooperation. I hope we both may support the effort to strengthen bonds with valuable friends so we may achieve a future of peace in the Principia Sector.

Best of regards,
President Jungani of the Arusvar Republic

[n0ble]

Dev. 8


"Killbot warfare is an exclusively private enterprise. This should hardly come as a supprise when one discovers that most killbots have killcounters installed in their optics."
- Excerpt from Only Revolution: A History of the Novinus System

The fleshy mass that occupies Killbot VIII's face dissolves into a picturesque image of Novinus' Blue Bluffs. An undesirable figure stands on the cliffs blue rocks, staring out into the ocean. They're dressed in a 66 longboat. "Core. You are acknowledged. Chief Companion Iapfia Whea. You have still not answered my question regarding your system count. Disassembly has been noted. Do not think I have forgotten. I do not forget." A series of images cycle through Killbot VIII's face: Do-Tora in flames. The now abandoned moon facilities of NovinusHyperius Unsecure. Security footage from the station of Warrant awkwardly saluting the Director. She looks younger, and maybe a bit more enthusiastic. The machine's monitor cuts to a a first person view of Phridrian-Rhan's former master before he is ripped in half. The clips play in silence. For a moment Killbot VIII's face buzzes with static, then dissolves into a blue screen with a pattern of three dots on it.

The blue screen is disturbed. The cliffside view returns. A dark haired woman sprints onto Killbot VIII's monitor and promptly shoves the longcoat-clad figure from the cliff, into the ocean. She assumes the figures place. "Let us not pretend your League, nor my Union is above subterfuge. If I am to engage in conflict it will be my choice and the choice of my people, not at the will of those that would homogenize us into obscurity." The screen cuts to an army of killbots and Novinians that stretches back to Novinus' skyline. Each has a right arm raised in salute. "I will fight the war you lack the physical strength to engage in. I will coordinate your militaries. I will not have my people bare the brunt of another's conflict so that those they fight for may usurp the Union's efforts. Let us not pretend the League and the Union are above such matters." The woman looks out across the ocean as a single speck becomes visible. A pirate ship, drifting and pitching and rolling about in a glass bottle prison. An audio recording plays from Killbot VIII. He speaks with the Directors voice. "No matter what Chekto Azure or any other League representative might tell you, their plans were precisely designed to attack us and violate the terms of our agreement. We can prove that they had no foreknowledge of our move on Sector 15: their motives are not as pure as they claim. Chief Companion Iapfia Whea. In order to prevent further subterfuge, I make an offer. The Killbots will fight your war for you. For all of you." For the first time Killbot VIII's monitor turns to take in the assembly. "Should any sentient other than those from my Union make landfall on the planet, you will all be treated with the same respect we have afforded the Director."


Killbot VIII is willing to commit the Union's full might. On some conditions
- I have enough resources I'm not using to take the system several times over. Naturally anything not involved in claiming the system can be put towards 66s destruction. That being said, if people have reservations about my civ's strength being up to par re: taking the system you don't have to worry. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Total_war)
- After the shady stuff they pulled with 66 last turn, Killbot VIII has some trust issues with the League (never mind the fact that they're a few systems away from winning. While this means nothing to the Union IC its a concern for me OOC). The last thing the Union wants is to use it's military only for the League and/or Commonwealth to swoop in and take the system once URASFERASK has taken losses. So I'm going to ask that they refrain from taking military action against system 15 this turn in return for the Union's help. I have 12 very sharp,very blasty, very eager reasons why this is a good idea.
- I'm also going to ask that everyone in the Committee to uh-commit to a peace treaty that protects system 15 from non-Union interests once it's secure, but that can be negotiated when/if the system is taken.
- Killbot VIII asks that allMil used against 66 after this turn be given to the Union first, so that it can be properly applied/not misused. Naturally, this oversight would only extend to theatres the Union is participating in.

[Zweanslord]

Clan Inera, Canian Agri-Commune
Devotion: 8.

Chief Companion Iapfia Whea takes the word again. "Killbot VIII and the others gathered here, please exclude the Vaktani Permanent Residency when discussing war strategies. While they addressed this group, they so far have shown no inclination to assist in the war effort and I would prefer to not share our tactics further unless they are willing to contribute."

"As for your question, Killbot VIII, the Principia League consists of twenty two member states across ten star systems. I refrained from answering the question earlier, because I did not see how the answer contributes to the discussion, since everybody here knows the answer as well as I do."

Chief Companion Ipafia Whea tilts her head slightly and ruffles her lips for a moment. "I must admit I do not understand the images on your monitor very well. It also seems you are trying to point something else out, but I haven't quite grasped what it is. I do not claim the League or the Union is above subterfuge, I claim all of us here are above the subterfuge Section 66 uses."

Frowning for a moment, she puts a finger to a lip, then eyes carefully. "That recording of Idrian, it seems you give it value. If you wish to know more about what transpired in the past year, I can tell you more outside this conversation. Yet it seems to me as if you are using it as an argument that you do not trust a cooperative action. This would apply to you as well, for the Union has similarly violated the terms of the agreement. I could ask why I should trust you with our forces in the future, when you do not trust us to cooperate on equal ground, but I will not. Instead, I offer a counter proposal, which I hope should work towards a basis of trust."

"We fight together to take System 15, where the Union will thereafter work to advance the free and equal rights of the people of System 15. All of us here stand together to disband Section 66 as an organisation in the following years."

"Killbot VIII, on behalf of the Principia League, I offer an alliance between the Union and the League. I would also ask all here to ally with another."

"Zeiat, on behalf of the Principia League, I offer an alliance between the Astral Republics and the League. Please ally with the Tarkanum Sensoriate and the Union."

"Adarai, please ally with the Astral Republics and the Union."

"Together we will stand together and in unison work to bring peace and prosperity to the Principia Sector. Should any accept, we can work out the terms and conditions. I would also see each of you ally to the League's ally, the Constantinopolan Commonwealth, so we can truly bring about unity in the Principia Sector. Should you desire this as well, with your permission I will ensure they are contacted and we can work towards a future of friendship."

"What say each of you?"

[GameOfChampions]

Da Orks

The Ork war council reconvenes following the military actions of the previous year, the taking of new worlds and the bitter draw they had fought to in another system, but this time the council that had used to be two, Zorgax and Gorzodd, are now joined by a new member. Ghaz stomps into the room, growling as he shoulders past the guards at the entry and making it into the council room.

He spares no glances for the massive holo map of the local systems with their various details, no glance spared for the trophies taken from worlds conquered littering the room, not even a glance for the massive half cooked hunk of meat being torn into by the Ork with glowing eyes. No. All Ghaz has eyes for is the other massive muscle bound Ork cracking his neck and flexing his arms in the center of the room, Zorgax da Beast.

The Ork devouring chunks of meat, Gorzodd da Bloodboila, gets to his feet and eyes both Orks as they stand ten feet apart boiling over, almost vibrating, with barely contained rage. "Now we all knew's dis beings coming soon. Grozodd will witness da challenge for leadership of da Horde, da Orks will bow down to dis true warlord, da Warboss, of da horde. Der will be Zorgax da Beast, da Warboss at the moment, who has led da horde since da Orks have come to being. Da challenger is Ghaz da Uruk Slayer, destroyer of fleets and terror of da Uruks. Each of ya's will fight until yous is down or until one is deads. No weapons or armors allowed. Is dis all rights?"

Both of the Orks nod and quickly toss their weapons and armor into a massive pile to the side, the end result of which looked more like a massive spiky wrecking ball then a pile of weapons. As both finish Gorzodd eyes each one and then raises the gnawed bone in his hand and drops it. "WAAAAAGGGHHH!!"

Both large Orks roar right back as they charge in towards each other, smacking together with the sound of muscle on muscle. Both Orks start to grapple and grasp at each other, blowing through a series of holds and counter holds as they try to break through the others defenses. Zorgax bites off a finger while Ghaz breaks several ribs then Zorgax smashes the other Orks head into the wall and then Ghaz smashes his fist into the older Orks solar plexus.

Around and around it goes with each Ork accruing more and more injuries but neither giving ground, the fight goes on with neither Orks battle lust giving an inch. As the battle starts several dozen of the guards come in to watch and soon start roaring and cheering too the point where it sounds like a full on battle is taking place in the war chambers.

Everything cannot last though. Eventually one Ork comes out on top, planting his foot on the chest of the other, and destroying what must have been the last handful of unbroken ribs left in the losers chest, while roaring out his victory "WAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Zorgax sounds victorious as he stands there, bloodied but unbroken from his struggle. He gestures Gorzodd over as he spits out another pair of bloody molars, adding the small pile he had already left on the ground over the course of the fight. The powerful psion checks over the downed Ghaz then raises his now clean and gnawed bone into the air as it is suffused with warplike energy, complete with faint sounds of an Ork war chant mixed with horrifying screams, and snaps it over the Orks chest.

Ghaz snaps back awake, confused and out of place until he sees Zorgax and starts trying to get back up to continue the fight. Gorzodd smacks him over the head with one end of the splintered bone and pushes him back out of the way as he gets to his feet and charge Zorgax again. "Stop da fights now Ghaz. You have lost da challenge for power and now only one question remains. Serve or Exile?"

Before Ghaz can answer Zorgax stumps over, limping from a dislocated knee he had just popped back in, and pushes the psion out of the way. Ghaz bristles but Zorgax reaches over to a wound on his side, coating his palm in blood, and reaches out his arm in front of the other Ork. "Dat was the best challenge I foughts in a decade Ghaz, your battle lust is a match of my own and when you's destroy some more peoples and collect more scars den I thinks you will have what it takes to be da next Warboss of da Horde. Until den I needs ya, Ghaz da Uruk Slayer, we have works for ya."

The other Ork only hesitates a second before he too reaches over to a bleeding wound to coat his palm before reaching over to clasp his Warbosses forearm, leaving massive bloody handprints on each others large forearms and digging in their tough nails to leave a series of rough bleeding half circles along the hand print.

Dev 5

The message is sent by an older Ork covered in battle scars and missing half of his teeth and an eye, stumping off the ship to deliver a missive to the closest official he finds that doesn't flinch when the seven and a half foot tall three hundred plus pounds of muscle growls at them. He gives his one piece before stalking back to his ship muttering about being away from the war effort "Zorgax sends his regards to da Lord Adrian da sneakest of sneaks."

Zorgax has read your terms and we finds dem to be agreeable and if one or two differences can be agreed upon den we would be happies to lend assistances. Dat first article does no work for da Horde but we like da others.

[thorgrim29]

The Commonwealth

We have no real relationship with the Vaktani at this moment, if you want to make a non-agression pact with them in the name of our alliance that would be alright with us. We have no plans to attack them and it would be quite stunning for them to attack us.

Frankly, this war is proving more costly than we had imagined. The problem is we don't quite see a good way out of it that would amount to more than a short-term ceasefire. We will never quite feel secure with you at our borders, and you will always know that you are in the way of our expansion. If you have a proposal that would allay those concerns we would be amenable to hearing you out.

Our 3 main areas of weakness now are psionics, intelligence and counter-intelligence. Any personnel transferred to us specialized in these areas would be of the most use. We will also of course never turn a good soldier, scientist or manager away. In return, as mentioned we will make their safety a condition of an alliance with the Sensoriate. We believe an alliance with us is worth more to them than revenge on individuals.

[Zweanslord]

Arusvar Republic
Devotion: 8.

Triumvir Jo Al Rashid,

Thank you for answering my question. If I may, I have two other questions. What assistance would you have against the pirates at this point?

I am also curious of the Constantinopolan Commonwealth may be interested in additional alliances, beyond the one signed with the Principia League and the one forming with the Tarkanum Sensoriate.
Regards,
Ambassador Miumay of the Arusvar Republic Ambassy in New Istanbul