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Suddenly a violent, staccato roar of rifle-fire opened up ahead. It was the kind of barrage which would have been terrifying in daytime, and at night it was far worse. However, the fire was not aimed at them; no one fell, no bullets whistled past them, and for some reason the flashes could not be seen. But it was obviously not far ahead f them and before long they were likely to be walking into it. Loud, urgent orders were given to deploy into skirmishing order, some to the right and some to the left of the road. After stumbling down a steep roadside embankment, they found themselves squelching blindly across marshy ground, water chilled a crippling drop in temperature pouring into their boots; after a patch of tussocks, they crossed a few shallow ditches and blundered across what seemed like a kitchen garden; by the time the order came to lie prone, the firing ahead of them had died down completely. New orders came to rejoin the road and form up in a line of march. Back they stumbled once more, tripping over the ditches and wading through the same marshy ground until they clambered back on to the roadway.

For a long time there was more shouting, re-forming, lining up. Then off they went again. Dark though it was, they were able to make out that the road was leading into a thick expanse of brush, identified by the towering, leaning groves of elms that lined its perimeter. Up overhead the tree-line, silently and quickly skimming over monstrous, black puffs of flak and low-lying clouds alike, the flashes of a biplane's armament periodically illuminated the thick haze descending onto much of the approaching forest. As they eventually marched through it, even the occasional flashes of far-off gunfire were blotted out. The battalions marched on down the road until once again the men were made to slither down the embankment - this time on to the dam of a mill-pond, then across a stream. From there they trudged uphill across open fields in between the eroded grooves in quantity great enough to amount them to a sizable half-track convoy, but on firm ground.

It seemed to be getting lighter, but the viability did not improve: even though they were on high ground, the darkness of the night had only given way to more thick mist. They struggled onward across rough paths and open fields, where the crop, whatever it was, caught at their boots; the main feature of the ground was that it was cross-crossed with little gullies and ditches, and so dotted with potholes, mounds, and makeshift earthwork that it was the obvious site of a previous border dispute. All at once, less than a kilometer to their right, another fusillade from several hundred rifle barrels and machine gun encampments opened up. But still no bullets came their way: the fighting was lower down and away to the right, and their orders were to get to the top of the high ground as fast as possible. Then, with a roaring and whistling, the gun-flashes flickering dimly through the mist, the Okandu artillery they'd been promised opened up, to the delight of the advancing troops. Shrapnel shells burst with a fain glitter in the milky fog, and soon Segonese guns began to reply, their shells falling a short distance away to the right.

While he had no desire for victory, Hakando could not help noticing with satisfaction that the friendly artillery was getting the better of this duel. There was undoubtedly a kind of horrible beauty in the thunder of gunfire that was coming from one's own side. Although it was growing lighter, it was so foggy that visibility was no more than a meter, and the gun-flashes were even harder to see than they had been in the dark. And still they were driven through the thick, milky mist, across the treacherous gullies, rifles at the ready - faster and faster, lest they reach their objective too late. They ran panting uphill, then down a slope, up again and down again. It would have been safer to have crouched as they ran, but at that speed to run crouching was too much strain on the legs. So they ran upright. A few shells burst directly overhead, but so high that the shrapnel fell like a harmless shower of dried peas. The order was given to deploy into skirmishing order and fire from the shoulder.

They fired, although their target was completely invisible, and then ran onward again once their cartridges warranting reloading. No Mitsaki fell killed or wounded. It seemed as if they were making an outflanking movement around some Egyptian position. The hillside grew steeper and steeper. Ibrahim's heart was thumping, his lungs bursting; it was impossible to keep up this pace, all the more so in the damp, foggy air of the mid-morning Segonese brush. It was now completely light and for all they knew the sun might be out, but nothing around them could be even vaguely seen in the dense, all-enveloping fog. Just as the slope began to go slightly downhill, the invisible enemy struck at them, the unseen attackers. Although they could barely see his muzzle-flashes, the bullets were whistling very close; one of them struck a stone and sent up a bright spark.
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I think I'll be taking my because of this undoubtedly unwarranted aggression.
I just got around to reading the New Alleghian Republic's history, and you're a fan of Sins of a Solar Empire aren't you @Brink_?


That and the original Star Wars trilogy.
Well, the New Alleghian Republic is the second-most populus empire in the Alpha Quadrant with its nearly 400 billion inhabitants and is the dominant trade power within both the Core Worlds as well as the Inner Rim. Consider that they were also at war for centuries with a similarly-sized entity whose borders alone stretch all the way into the outermost extremes of the quadrant, I see no reason why the NAR shouldn't be well-known amongst most every species in play, let alone empire.


What I imagine large, medium, and small-sized empires to look like in terms of sustainable boundary extents and map portion occupation.


Here's a quick sketch I managed in GIMP as an example. People could easily outline their boundaries in white pencil and then use the 'Fill Bucket' tool with a (preferably dark) color.
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