[OOC] Gardens of Jalaryias(Small-scale interplanetary Nation RP)

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Sigma Oh, my understanding was that non-Garden worlds where planets not exactly suitable for life, not just any planets that could house life to begin with. Although being a giant nomad fleet with hidden outposts and stuff would work out pretty well given the fact that my dudes are somewhat being hunted down by officers who want a quick bit of glory to propel their military careers.

[Sigma]

@ClocktowerEchos Ooh, that's what you meant. Sorry about that, you were talking about a non-garden world? Then go right ahead :)

Non-Garden moons, while quite hostile, are still livable, a number of them at least.

[Asura]

I don't mind playing on a nuked world.

[Sigma]

@Asura A good offer, and glad to have a response :P Now we just need ONL to report in(bilbo has confirmed to me via PM that he is working on his sheet)

[Asura]

For the record, I fully intend upon playing am insectoid race still. With the advent of this death world stuff, they'll likely be subterranean. Think, Geonosians.

[Ozerath]

Mostly done my NS, I'll post it here soonish.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Sigma Just a proof of concept for my idea so WIP.
I got the wild idea of having them originally be like one of those mary-sue nations that had a perfect planet with lots of resources and everyone was unnaturally happy, unwavering loyalty to the state and the largest, most powerful military ever but then thoroughly got shafted to become what it is today. They've sort of abandoned their old ways and are in a bit of a limbo/blank slate with limited control of even their own planet to the point other people have just come on and built their own little base on it for any number of reasons.

Space Aztec not!Eldar Lizardmen Ex-Raiders

Olmactezi Tenoheotl Nahualt Huhextomac

^{(Lost Paradise Realm Remnants)}

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_Name

The Olmactezi Tenoheotl Nahualt Huhextomac (OTNH)
The Lost Paradise Realm Remnants (Direct Translation)
The Realm of the Lizardmen/Quxikolt

_Species

Quxikotl were once feared the system over, their very sight inspiring terror as they raided countless lands. A highly martial race, they were famed for having society entirely built upon war and battle for those who did not prove their worthy in glorious combat was branded unfit to life and found themselves disowned at best but more often than not killed outright.

Bipedal and roughly humanoids, they stand at an impressive and intimidating height and body stature. Sexually dimorphic, the average male stands at about an average of 7 foot with females slightly shorter. Their skins are of hard scales that acts as natural armor, complimenting their extreme abilities to live anywhere thanks to their highly efficient metabolism and general durable nature.

Their legs are bowed significantly compared to most other races (think Quarians from Mass Effect) with three digits on each hand and foot. Ambidextrous hands is a universal trait as are swift movements and strong muscles, feeding into their warlike nature.

Although they were once feared as the predator raiders of the stars, their position has fallen dramatically. Now they are seen more akin to beastly animals who happen to be able to use technology. They are seen as crude, brutish, animalistic and universally hated by everyone; wether it be because the Quxikotl once fought them or because of “peer pressure” is a question no one bothers to ask. Many a generals and politicians often try to use the Quxikotl as tools to gain military glory or rouse nationalistic sentiments against the “hated foe”. Relations between the modern Quxikotl and the other races varies from seeing them as the “poor miserable beast” to “a few steps away from just committing mass genocide on them”.

_History

The Quxikotl were blessed at birth, their Garden World, Tenohexholt, was without a doubt the most plentiful and beautiful world in the system, a “Rose of the Garden Worlds” if one would. But all roses have thorns and the animals of Tenohexolt were known to be particularly aggressive and brutal. Out of the jungles of this lush world was born the Quxikolt, shaped form generations of primal evolutionary warfare against the other creatures on their world. And so they fought and fought to defend what they had as they evolved, and once they evolved, they fought amongst themselves over the plentiful resource, always wanting more.

Ages went by, tribes became communities, became cities, became nations, became empires. Throughout time the Quxikotl never had a single year of peace, believing that war and battle was glorious and necessary for improvement. Eventually one day they found the path to the stars and brought their warring to other planets; and so they fought and raided the many other races of Jalaryias. They made many enemies of course, but they cared not for they could destroy them all, the stars where their’s for the picking with the seemingly limitless military might which they had. Planets where just fields to be harvested for slaves and resources, moons and astroids where perfect for outposts and training camps, and the stars would bleed for the endless war they wanted.

And then, they fought a war they could never win. A key part of Quxikotl strategy was to divide and conquer, make sure their enemies could never unite. And once they did, the strings became loose. Slowly the glorious victories the Quxikotl sought became bloodier and more costly. Decisive wins became physic victories and then soon they became long strings of devastating defeats; and then, retribution. With a coalition of their enemies now driving them back, the Quxikotl for the first time felt defeat. But not once did they seek diplomacy, stuck in their ways of war, their leader choosing war over all others and sealing the fate his people. In the culmination of the Deliverance War, a devastating bombardment of weapons never before seen. The enemies of the Quxikotl with vengeance in their hearts obliterated the lush natural beauty and salted the earth, turning much of it into an irradiate barren rock just barely able to hold life.

Billions died in the Deliverance War and the bombardment but even more died from the starvation, famine and purging preformed afterwards. What was once believed to be a race of around a dozen billion was turn into a race of a couple million in under a week. With the constant hunting of them as if they were wild game, that number is only going down with each passing yeah as more and more outposts and off world stations go silent. Current estimates put the total population of the Quxikotl anywhere between barely 2 million to under a few hundred thousand.

With such destruction of their beloved home and the death of billions of their kin, the Quxikotl had finally opened their eyes to the true nature of the glorious, honorable wars and raids they always wanted: there is no glory in war. Stand in the ashes of ten billion dead souls and ask if honor and glory matter, the silence is your answer.

_Homeworld

Tenohexotl was once a beautiful rose of the system, but now that rose has long since died. The lush jungles have long since been destroyed and gave way to new, mutated planets that seem to want the blood of the Quxikotl for forcing such a suffering upon the planet. Beasts long thought conquered now roam the abandoned ruins of super cities, striking as much fear and dread as their ancient counterparts now hunting anyone foolish enough to go beyond the protected settlements. Life is hard and more often than not a constant struggle for survival with nearly half of all children not surviving their first few years and half of those who do grow out of childhood never make it to “maturity”.

The earthen ground is still irradiate as is much of the water so much so that even the Quxikotl must take precautions even with their survival and durability. Many other races have settled small bases on the barren rock of Tenohexotl, seeing it as a perfect place to train soldiers or even hunt wild game; whether or not that “wild game” includes the Quxikotl themselves isn’t a matter of concern for the hunters. Its not like the established “government” of the planet actually is able to control their world.

Ores are still plentiful on the world but instead of slaves captured by the Quxikotl who toil away it is the Quxikotl themselves forced into the roles. A vast tunnel network once ran under the world’s crust, connecting every city, settlement and base in a beautifully constructed web of underground super highways, but as with so many things, the paths have been completely destroyed in some places and others paths are home to creatures so dangerous they are only known of in legends.

_Military

Once the shinning, bloody jewel of Quxikotl society, war has lost its luster but yet the army remains in an ever more desperate war of survival from those who hunt the last of the Quxikotl. Where once volunteers flooded the vast ranks, now every child is conscripted into the military at the age of 12. To the Quxikotl, there is no more glory, no more statues made in the honor of commanders, no more parades of victory, no more celebrations of war, only the silent beating of tens of thousands children, teenagers, adults and elderly who march off to defend the dying heart of a once martial race from a galaxy they once thought was their’s.

The weapons of war used haven’t changed from even the days when the Quxikotl empire was at its height. Crude, simple and durable, the TN-3 is a physical manifestation of what many think of the race of lizard folk nowadays. Its simple nature has given it a popularity amongst bandits, pirates and terrorists who adore its simple yet powerful construction making it a common “bad guy gun” in a way similar to that of the AK-47. The design has been around for generations and seen very little change. Various forms of melee weapons are also around including the Macuahuitl, used since ancient times and updated to the standards of each passing age and now a sort of chainsaw-blade. Its gory and bloody results will certain slaughter anyone who is in front of it and it can even cut through armor but its use is disdained and the weapon scorn for the history it now carries with it.

Like their army, the navy is seen equally as crude, using much older and simpler methods of power generation and travel. Weapons remain to be simple ballistics munitions and missiles and rely heavily on aging armor as the shields generated to protect the ships are far too weak to provide any meaningful defense beyond protecting against floating debris and astroids. The fleet itself is also very disorganized and divided as many of the great ships now carry on board civilians who have turned the ships into space-born villages and homes, always on the move through the void. The once massive battleships that signaled the damnation of nations are but a distant memory, crashed upon the surfaces of various worlds or lost adrift in space as hulking husks.

_{Off-World Holdings}

The scattered remains of their fleet which now often serve as mobile communities of nomads constantly on the run and the many astroid and moon bases they have; both of these types of holding were created during the height of Quxikotl power but have been decreasing ever since the Deliverance War.

_Government

Supposedly an absolute monarchy but much more like a feudal system. While the people are technically ruled by a Warmaster, the control of the Warmaster can only really extend to his own personal holdings. Other places are ruled by everything from democracies to monarchies to meritocracy who are all bound to answer to the Warmaster, provided they can reach him. There is great autonomy to the individual “Warlords” within the realms of the Quxikotl out of pure necessity.

The government is all powerful and all controlling with a heavy Orwellian flare, each Warlord enforcing their own brand of control over their populace for the sake of survival using methods many other races would consider barbaric and tyrannical. There are no trials for criminals, only a summary execution for even the most minor of in fractures such as trying to get more food beyond their extremely limited rations, whispering about dissent, having rebellious thought or questioning the authority of their leaders.

The current Warmaster is one Warmaster Mazlahuditi.

[Apollo26]

This still join-able?

[Sigma]

@Apollo26 Yup! Garden Worlds for now though full(Stil need to hear from ONL). You can however, join as a non-garden nation, check the OP to find out what type you can bee. You also have the option of playing smaller factions.

@ClocktowerEchos Excellent sheet! You're set to move it over to the character tab.

[Apollo26]

Hey Sigma, mind giving me a far off colony to run a muck with? :)

[Sigma]

@Apollo26 Sure thing! What kind of colony do you plan on making?

[Apollo26]

Hmmm, what if a collection or one of the Lunar orbital stations broke away from the republic and turned into a pirate collective. Threatening trade and shipping from the moon colonies.

[Sigma]

@Apollo26 I like the sound very much :)

[Apollo26]

Coool, would I start before the collective was created? Or just in it infancy?

[Sigma]

@Apollo26 You can start way after it's been founded, having a well-established pirate haven always is fun :)

[Ozerath]

Alrright, NS is mostly done. I envision the Concordat having members from pretty much every species in the system, so I'll wait until everyone's done their NS to figure out demographics.

The Concordat

Nation Name: The Concordat

Flag: Pending

Government Type: Elective Assembly

Leadership: The Star Chamber; an assembly of elected-for-life Concorded responsible for governing the Concordat. There is no leader of the Star Chamber, though they do select an adjudicator from among their ranks to moderate discussion.

Persons of Importance:
Ordo Talisan, the Founder: Ordo Talisan was a brilliant Iskaan scientist who developed the cortical processor which is the linchpin of Concordat implant technology. Ironically, he was unable to receive Concordat implants himself and is therefore long dead. Talisan is revered by the Concordat for his intellect and his vision.

Ademnon, the First Concordat: Older than the Concordat itself, Ademnon was Talisan’s first successful test subject. He did not volunteer for the process. He is regarded as a wise leader and great warrior, but has consistently turned down requests to join the Star Chamber.

Sendema, the Harbinger of Tomorrow: A prominent member of the Star Chamber, Sendema is a fierce proponent of all things new and forward-looking. The only thing stronger than her enthusiasm for the future is her disdain for the past and all things she considers obsolete.

Homeworld(s) of Origin: Aurolia

Holdings: Multiple asteroid bases, artificial habitats, and moon colonies. The Concordat can be found more or less anywhere except the surfaces of the Gardens. Two installations in particular are worth mentioning: Sanctuary, a massive artificial habitat serves as a civilian trading hub for citizens of the Concordat and other nations alike. The other is Dawn, a secret facility in a hollowed out asteroid. Dawn is the Concordat’s actual capital, and they take great pains to conceal it from the rest of Jalaryia’s nations.

Population Demographics: A mixture of races TBD

History: The Concordat is an offshoot of the Aurolian Federation. While most nations recognize the Concordat’s sovereignty, the Federation itself still considers them a rogue nation. Some 250 years ago, the brilliant - if somewhat eccentric - Iskaan scientist Dr. Ordo Talisan was a renowned cyberneticist who slowly became obsessed with his work. He dreamed of a day when Iskaans and all Aurolians could transcend their physicality and live in a purely digital utopia. Unfortunately, cybernetics were a contentious issue for the Iskaans, who at the time viewed them as unnatural and unsafe. Talisan didn’t particularly care, and used cybernetics to cure diseases and save lives at his clinic. He became known across the planet as a miracle worker who could cure any ailment, and people flocked to his clinic. While this was not precisely illegal, it was certainly not legal to implant cybernetic devices, even in volunteers. For every citizen of Aurolia that admired and cherished Talisan’s work, there were three that reviled him. Talisan’s clinic was regularly vandalized by angry citizens, and the man steadily became more and more paranoid. Eventually, a warrant for his arrest was issued, but when the police came for him, two were killed by the defences Talisan had installed in his home. The scientist fled with a cadre of his supporters, and continued his work, now operating out of a remote fortified compound. Talisan’s cult grew and grew as people continued to come to him to cure their ailments, and became ensnared by his newfound charisma. But the Federation could not let him continue, especially with the blood of two police officers on his hands, and an elite military strike team was sent to take him out. But, the operation went south, and what was supposed to be a surgical strike turned into a bloodbath, resulting in the deaths of dozens of cultists and the all but one of the strike team. The lone survivor was saved by Talisan’s cybernetics, but his enhancements were so extensive they required Talisan’s new invention, the cortical processor, to properly function. Thus was borne Ademnon, the first Concordat. Initially horrified by what had been done to him, Ademnon ultimately came over to Talisan’s side. Talisan initially wanted to strike out at the Aurolian government before they could kill him and undo all his work, but Ademnon tempered this impulse. Talisan agreed to continue his work in peace, and Ademnon agreed to train the cultists and fortify the compound even further.

There was an uneasy stalemate for many years as the number of Concordats swelled into the thousands, then the hundreds of thousands, then the millions. The compound grew into a town, then a city in its own right. Talisan finally succumbed to old age, and Ademnon was reluctantly thrust into leadership of the Concordat. By this time, the Concordat was essentially a rogue nation, regarded as a massive threat by the Aurolian government. It’s actually unclear who struck first; Ademnon maintains it was the Federation, the Federation says it was the Concordat. Either way, what followed was five long years of brutal warfare. What the Concordat lacked in numbers, it made up for with individual strength and superior technology. Ademnon initially held the Concordat on the defencive behind the Keel, a massive bio-mechanical shield dome that protected their city. He was determined to find a diplomatic resolution with his former masters, but eventually realized there was too much hatred, too much blood between the two factions. Even if he could secure a peace, there was no way the Concordat would maintain it once Ademnon was gone. So he decided the best course of action was to simply leave. And so, the Concordat constructed great arks to carry them to the stars, and left Aurolia behind.

Military: The Fleet: Concordat tactical doctrine is heavily based on stealth. The sheer vastness of space makes even the largest ships exceptionally difficult to detect if they are not actively emitting energy. The Concordat takes advantage of this with a tendency to run their ships on ballistic courses, engaging engines only when absolutely necessary. This is made possible by their excellent sensor arrays and the top-notch astrogation their augmented brains permit them to calculate.
The Army: In stark contrast to their naval doctrine, Concordat ground forces rely on brute force. Their cybernetic enhancements make them stronger, faster and more durable. Sophisticated implants mean Concordat soldiers can simply turn off their fear. Regenerative nanites quickly heal any wound that doesn't destroy the brain. Supplementing these advantages are sophisticated suits of power armor, hovertanks, air support, and a fondness for long range artillery strikes.

Other:TBD

[Sigma]

@Ozerath Excellent work! You can move your sheet over to the character tab.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Ozerath Question: But would the Quxikotl have a place in this Concordat? Since as of right now they're set up as the one race everyone literally hates to death.

[Klomster]

@ClocktowerEchos Depending on how long ago the Deliverance war was, i'd like to not hate the Quixikotl.
Having the "Who is everyone talking about?" approach :P

I guess i should add in the navy of the Schäferkin.

Concerning the Concordat, i'd say seeing a Schäferkin within the command structure itself or even a member with implants doesn't happen. They are a bit superstitious about that.

But small groups of Schäferkin probably show up from time to time to trade or simply check the place out. Having the same air about them as Klingons in star trek is supposed to have.
"Snap, it's those guys. Don't mess with them, they can get violent."
Often in power armour, they however never end up worse than social trouble and fights. Thankfully, they don't want to make enemies. Most civilian people just don't understand them. Unknowingly insulting them forcing the packs to defend their honor and status.

Edit: I added the Schäferkin "navy".

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Klomster The Deliverance War (name may be changed) was fairly recently; the Quxikotl Empire was declining long before it (comes with having an Empire totally focused on war with literally nothing else), but the war and bombardment was the final nail in the coffin. It was less than 100 years ago at most but probably still pretty fresh with realistically no more than 50 years ago give or take. Maybe some where in the neighborhood of 30-40 years? Definitely enough time for one generation to grow up not having to fear the lizarddouches and to think of them as the poor (lizard)man of Jalaryias but not more than that.

Combine the pre-WW1 European idea of the Ottomans being the sick man of Europe, post-WW1 Germany getting absolutely hammered and how Chinese people thought of the Japanese post-Nanking Rape and that's about how I for see people viewing the Quxikotl. Given that the Quxikotl have been raiding and warring with everyone else for generations now, I'm curious as to why the Scharferkin would have a good opinion of the lizarddouches knowing that they'd get some very intense stares from everyone else.