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Tenuous Diplomacy
AGF 504
Scarran Federal Union Embassy
Augusta Secundus - New Cortin




The Scarran Federated Union is relatively young. It came into existence unaware of the struggles for the Yrranian homeworld. In fact, they'd only learned about them only recently.

Them, the Yrrani, those irresponsible precursors everyone is so obsessed about. Ancient technology, lost knowledge, and buried power - obsessed. To the Scarrans, the most important thing that the Yrrani left behind was a lesson on hubris. The Yrrani grew so powerful as to be seen as gods, some Yrrani may have even believed they were. However, if what the Scarrans had learned from others about the Yrrani are true, then the Great Fall was inevitable and unavoidable.

This belief was not shared by the rest of the galaxy. They have been made aware that there were more empires than that of the Prydwenites, Agustans, and Concordat - all shaped in some way by the Yrrani's previous presence or their subsequent absence. The Scarrans are not foolish enough to think that they were exempt - that's simple truth. What they don't know is how much they owe their existence to the Yrrani having been or having gone.

But for now, the forgotten history of the galaxy did not matter. The Scarrans had more pressing concerns over recent history.

The Scarrans and Augustans had a small dispute at the height of the Reclamation wars. The Augustan push had encountered the Mereek in much the same way as the Scarrans had. They fought the same enemy unknowingly and came to meet at one of their capital worlds. There they had witnessed each other's ferocity. They had held off any diplomacy until after the conflict, but it was clear to the Union that the Augustans at the time had the air of Imperial ambition. This was different to how they met the Prydwenites who were far more willing to cooperate and communicate on equal terms with the relatively young Union. The Concordat had also made themselves known shortly after and their dealings were cordial. However, the Concordat were a religion-reliant state. There were many things that the Scarrans could identify with and sympathize with when it came to the Concordat way of life, but Scarrans themselves are not the religious types. The Scarrans aren't stupid, they can sense that not all within the concordat would not like the Scarran way of seeing the universe and with that came its own problems.

However, those problems are something that the Astrus Hand of Tyrras, Gehller Logus would have to deal with another time. Today he's visiting the Scarran Embassy on Augusta Secundus - the Augustan frontier capital - in the city of New Cortin. It has been four years since the armistice and two decades since the end of the Mereekan conflict before that. Seeing the depth of the Imperial interior always gave him a sense of both awe and dread. He'd been to Augusta Secundus before. The Augustans considered it as a "frontier" capital. To him it was less frontier than how the Scarrans would describe "frontier". To Scarrans, frontier meant remote, inaccessible, military, and cold - not Augusta Secundus. It reminded him a little of the core worlds in the Scarrus System - developed and layered civilization.

He looked out of the Scarran embassy's windows to see towering buildings all around it. He then imagined hundreds of worlds just like it beyond what the Union had yet to explore. Right now he was arranging documents in his office. Reports had come in of new increased pirate activity in the fringes and along the contact points where the Concordat, Augustans, and Prydwenites meet Scarrus. Naval patrols and light escorts have been keeping them at bay for the most part, but it is a recurring issue. There is a suspicion that the Concordat, Augustans, and Prydwenites are experiencing the same problem at the same contact points - if not worse. Rumors along the traders and merchantmen have said that the same ship identifiers have been showing up every now and then when making trade or delivery handoffs at these contact points within foreign territory. However, there’s not much that can be done at this time without accidentally triggering some sort of international incident. So separate talks with the Concordat, Prydwen, and Augusta are being explored for a joint-taskforce. The Augustans and Scarrans have worked together in an ad-hoc fashion against the Mereek. This may be the first time they work together on a much more organized level.

Today, Astrus Hand Gheller Logus will attempt to broach the topic. The Scarrans already have a proposal of size and unit strength for a limited expeditionary joint-taskforce, its legal limitations, jurisdictions, and independent leadership distribution for review.

“Ceasfires, friendship, trust, cooperation - all of those tidy ideals are built on paper. What the people see and survive is a different matter.”

Gheller’s assistant, who at the time was looking through the Tyrras accords and its pledged material output through the years. The agreement between Augusta and the Union was that the Union kept the system, but pledged a percentage of resources to the Empire as an exchange. Now he was preparing the documentations to pitch an exchange and to dissolve the accords for a two-way exchange. He looked up at Gheller who looked equally absorbed in documentation and said,

“What does that mean sir?”

Gheller looked at his assistant. His eyes looking again outside his window and he stated, “Understanding, identity, and sovereignty. These are ideals and traits that we look for in the different nations. We distrust the Empire for its blatant disregard of it at times. However, living here and seeing their civilization from the ground gives a different perspective.”

Gheller’s assistant now confused, “Are you saying that they’re like us?”

Gheller smiled, nearly laughed, the notion was simple - they aren’t us, so they’re not like us. Then Gheller flipped it around, “A few centuries ago, the Scarrosi would have thought the same of the people of Thrane. Now, they’re all Scarran - all of us are. It is a core identity that binds us together. But you wouldn’t say that people from Miyar are the same as the people from say... Akal for example. Different experiences, different ground realities, different political pressures. The Empire is much the same. It just attempts to keep everything homogenized and it can. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t people worthy of some respect.”

“You speak of them as if you like them.”

Gheller puts down his papers now and properly looks at his assistant. A man who’s never been in combat or never seen much outside of an office. A man from a system that isn’t his own. Gheller’s lips part, slightly, his voice low, quiet, and contemplative.

“I don’t like them. I fear them. Fear is a type of respect. Just as I fear the Prydwenites despite our good relations. Just as I fear the Concordat despite how respectful they seem. Fear is respect when measured. But measured means that you don’t let it control you. That’s why we do what we do.”

Gheller’s assistant doesn’t say anything. It seems the word ‘fear’ made him understand something crucial. You can fear something. But fear doesn’t mean you can rationally ignore it. You cannot justify ignorance simply because you were afraid - being a coward is not an excuse. The Scarrans learn from contact. From study, from understanding their fears and adapting quickly. They don’t allow themselves to become lost to their own emotions. Emotions have a place and time to be shown. Until then, they are another tool in the kit of a the Scarran individual. Now, Gheller waited. The appointment with the Augustan diplomat would come in a few hours. He simply needed time to weigh his words and prepare for contact.







Antar III
Sector 5: Front Line
Tar Yrra Expeditionary Zone

Two fleet hierarchs inspect their ships and begin to transition into active operations. Fleet Hierarchs Kadak and Kajuto, they were born in the same clutch and have competed with each other for a long time. In the end their competitive drive against each other is what drove them both to excel in their pursuits. Both aimed to be part of the historic warrior caste and rise to be part of the command sub caste. However, that was in their youth, now they’ve seen combat against the Augustans in the last war along the scorched line. They’re tempered and hardened veterans of war.

Both of them bear scars from the intense fleet combat during what they’d call the Firestorm wars. They themselves had the pleasure of meeting Augustan marines up close in boarding actions against their vessels. The Augustans could say whatever they’d like about the Lokoid, however, meeting one in person in close combat was another matter entirely. Four arms that were perfectly synchronized with each other, hyper awareness of their environment, their fleet footed agility around the tight corridors of their ship, and the lifetime's worth of fighting for their own survival against the standards of their society. There was no weakling Lokoid in the military, there were only those who survived or did not make the proverbial cut.

The two met each other on the boarding platforms. It had been a year since their respective deployments.

“Fleet Hierarch Kajuto, your deployment?” Kadak asked, looking towards his lifelong rival who now only had a prosthetic eye to salvage his sight.

“The scorched line. Hunting is slim. Must clean the sector. Directive from the Hierarch council themselves.” Kajuto looks towards his large ship, an Annihilator Dreadnought outfitted with salvage facilities and foundries to pump out new materials that they could use for anything.

The two chittered their chelicerae before Kadak reciprocated by revealing his tasking, “I take to the Ghost Nebula. Danger is guaranteed. Augustans present.”

Now it was Kajuto’s turn to take in the state of his clutch brother as he turned to look at him, yes he too had prosthetics, two of his arms have either been replaced or partially modified because of the damages sustained to his body, “Augustan blood debt must be paid. Hunt well, clutch brother, and let the ichor flow.”

As they were about to part ways, a cadre of well armed, heavily armored Lokoid approached them – Hunters. The two in-front, standing side-by-side, appeared to be Hunter officers. The one to the right spoke, “The 289th Tactical Hunter Taskforce “K’tanak” and 105th Tactical Hunter Taskforce “Nadak” have been assigned to assist you fleet Hierarchs. The 289th is assigned to Fleet Hierarch Kajuto and the 105th to Kadak.”

Kajuto stared for a moment, before asking, “My deployment is routine salvage. Why assign hunter units to the scorched line?”

The one to the left replied now, “Hierarch of war Daggoth and Hierarch of Commerce Kaloth find the presence of pirates in the scorched line unacceptable. Must minimize, must contain, must cleanse. The Hierarchs have placed piracy on zero tolerance. No negotiations. Only extermination.”

As the two hierarchs looked out from a large station window, they could already see the six cruiser sized stealth ships that held a compact complement of two fighter squadrons and a ground deployment package of their S-80 squadrons and heavy gunships each. The Hunter’s stealth ships were capable of optical camouflage and it didn’t particularly have a high heat signature because of a new experimental drive mechanism that did away with heavy thrusters as its main method of propulsion – sublight alcubierre drives in addition to sensor masking and electronic warfare, it would be near impossible to detect with only the bending of light around the ship revealing its position to the naked eye. However, it still made use of thrusters as backups and the complete stealth wasn’t fool proof, there are still a number of ways that it could be detected, particularly when firing its single high powered beam cannon, opening its many high yield graviton torpedoes, or launching cluster missiles as it needs to momentarily drop some of its stealth mechanisms, particularly the sensor masking and electronic warfare systems to yield far more accurate firing solutions. That being said, the Lokoid have mitigated this risk by using datalinks to communicate enemy locations and calculate firing solutions without other ships having to drop their stealth – they were relatively new to the Lokoid arsenal.

It seems the Hierarchs found these deployments as good opportunities to test the capabilities of their Hunter arsenal and hone the Hunters even further through actual combat. Most Hunters were veterans of the Firestorm wars, however, the new blood have yet to taste a true hunt. The Fleet Hierarchs know just as well as the Hunters themselves, the new blood must taste a true hunt before they can call themselves part of the Hunter’s cadre.

Kajuto and Kadak acknowledge their Hunter brethren, “Let us hunt well.”

To which the Hunters simply clicked their mandibles as a prompt reply.

They each boarded their respective ships and shuttles and made preparations to get underway. The Lokoid were once again slowly going back on the march.








It had been one long galactic year since the last war of reclamation or whatever the other nations wanted to call it. The Lokoid had a different word in mind to describe those wars - the firestorm wars. Wars so intense they burned brighter than that of the flames when the Lokoid and their allies scoured their galactic sectors of any Yrrani presence. What was it all for? Pieces of lost technology on Tar Yrra? The Lokoid had already broken down and learned what they could on Yrrani settled worlds during the Yrrani civil war and the subsequent rebellion of the auxiliaries. What kind of technology did the Yrrani withhold and kept so close to their hearts as to stay only in their home world? If it was a weapon, was it so destructive that even in their final moments they did not dare think to use it? Was it a miraculous power source that would never run out? What other possibilities were there?

Araq pondered this in his mind while his chelicerae chittered and chattered, a gesture akin to humans rubbing their hands together to think and ponder.

That was when the other Ruling Heirarchs entered the council chamber. There were others of course, the lesser Heirarchs were present via holoprojections. There were hundreds of reports, things that the Lokoid could easily sift through, their unique physiology and biology facilitated better information processing and handling even if there were multiple unrelated tasks at once - true multitasking.

In mere hours, several lesser Heirarchs governing different sectors had their concerns addressed by the ruling Heirarchs, directives, objectives, and other such things were then distributed. Sectors that had failed their tasks or had not lived up to the expectations of the Ruling Heirarchs had their governing Heirarchs reviewed. Actions of replacement or addressing their weaknesses that had been overlooked. Afterwards, as each of the lesser Heirarchs moved out of the council chamber, the Ruling Heirarchs began looking at the overall push of the Heirarchy at large.

The five convened by the center console of the chamber with Araq speaking first, “Tar Yrra cannot be conquered. Too many eyes. Too many restrictions. Multinational peace keeping corps and research team outside of system under Supremite threat. We overlook when we can, however, Augustan presence make relations… Difficult on both sides.”

Gorn, the Heirarch of research and development speaks, “Cannot lose privilege for research on multinational station. Suggest repositioning defense contingent with multinational fleet away from potential confrontation with Superiority forces to defense of station proper.”

“Not viable. Defense contingent near station may draw incorrect conclusion from Augustan force and other members. Putting forward for discussion suggestion: Communicate with Supremacy. Inform discreet passage past multinational force. Information provided in return for profit for Superiority and Hierarchy interests. If not, negotiate other means.” Araq presents the idea to the council.

All around the center console of the council chamber there was not one objection. Araq then begins to create an encrypted message to be delivered via physical transportation towards supremite controlled space aboard a delivery fleet containing Lokoid undesirables and raw materials for supremite conversion.

Araq then waves one hand and the console projects holo documents for the Heirarchs to view, as two other interesting matters pop into view, “... Aside from Tar Yrra, Sector Heirarchs under Commerce and Industrial caste propose limited clearing of Scorched Line. Too many valuable resources left behind. Reclamation deemed possible.”

The Heriarch of commerce, Kaloth seems intrigued, “Possible. Intriguing. Recuperating losses and recovering lost equipment is paramount in proposed venture. Methodology?”

Heirarch of industry, Zasz, and Heirarch of War, Dagoth start to present their holo documents sliding the ones on the forefront into the background temporarily.

“We send an Annihilator class super dreadnought outfitted for scrap collection. Reclaim, reforge, repurpose. Melt down what cannot be used into new material.” Zasz clicked.

Dagoth twitched his antennae in approval, “We send smaller destroyers and cruisers for escort. Super dreadnought to act as mobile space station for collection operation.”

Kaloth’s hands perused the documents available to him. There was a long pause before he finally buzzed with approval, “Methodology sound. Collection group adequately armed and equipped. Expected losses during collection, minimal. The commerce caste approves.”

Araq hearing his Heirarchs and seeing all presented facts was also pleased, “Limited collection mission approved.”

Araq brought back the third document regarding the ghost region. Whisper drones sent to the region have detected something interesting. “Augustan force spotted entering ghost nebula and disappearing off sensors. Ghost nebula navigation, challenging. Augustan, enemy, must observe, must obstruct. Options?”

Around the council table they chittered and chattered and clicked and clattered. Finally, Dagoth addressed the Supreme Heirarch, “Modified battlegroup move into ghost nebula. Follow Augustan force. Support group stationed outside nebula with beacon for reinforcement point. Engage Augustan force. Armistice does not stipulate hostilities outside Tar Yrra.”

Araq screeched in disapproval, “League of Nations will question hostility. Conflict unnecessary, conflict avoidable. Require deniability. Options?”

Dagoth revised his plans immediately, “Exploratory battlegroup, Hive class super carrier as flagship. Four antennae class destroyers for detection and navigation, four brawler class cruisers, four mauler class cruisers, three hailfire class cruisers. Fire power adequate, deployment options plenty. Revisions necessary?”

“Heirarch class battle carrier, Eight antennae class destroyers, three stinger class destroyers, six instigator class destroyers, four brawler class cruisers, three mauler class cruisers, three hailfire class cruisers. Detection needed, firepower needed, threat unknown. Do not repeat mistake with bio-mech union, must be prepared, must be organized. Support group stationed outside of nebula is agreable. All details now agreed?” Araq replies to Dagoth’s request for revisions.

Once again, around the console, they all remain silent. Araq then says, “Council deliberations decided. The Heirarchy moves forward.”



Changelog:

20/11/2024 5:12 AM -> Changed terminologies for castes. Hailfire reclassified to Cruiser


IT IS DONE MY LORD

I'll place my interest up here ;)
Ulrik scoffed as he witnessed the ship overhead pass them by. He was annoyed that he had even bothered to stop his army from marching through. These tallfolk wouldn't even give him the light of day.

"Feckless cowards didn't even come down to meet us."

Halmdir came back through, "M'lord, the army's is holding."

The dwarves on the other side of the gate looked to Halmdir and finally, Ulrik said, "Fuck waiting. Get the army to march through the damn gate and send a messenger to the capital. I want another damned army ready, we're holding down this side of the gate."

Halmdir nodded and went back through the gate. A minute would pass and the first column of dwarves would arrive. Hundreds of dwarves at a time. Pikes, swords, hammers, and shields filling the immediate area. Ulrik looked towards the Horizon, this place was not their homeland of Dunmar.

"Well, it would've been fucking convenient if this was Dunmar aye lads?" he shook his head, "Now we have to rely on maps and centuries old knowhow to try and find this damned place. We will not be denied our glory."

"What do you want us to do if any other folk come through the gate m'lord?" Halmdir asked.

Ulrik looked to the gate, his eyes fierce and cold, "They haven't changed a wee bit. Talk to them, gently at first. But if they look down on you, make it fucking clear that we dwarves are not to be trifled with. Find out what they want with this place, why they're here, where they're from. If they don't want to fucking talk, KICK THEIR SORRY ARSES BACK TO THE SHIT HOLE THEY CAME FROM!"

Halmdir nodded, "Aye m'lord. I'll set a camp here then."

Ulrik raised a brow and looked back at Halmdir, "Only a camp?"

"M'lord?" Halmdir looked at Ulrik with a confused expression.

Ulrik looked around, "Halmdir, let's show these tallfolk we mean business. Get the earthworks and make fort they can't possibly ignore. A camp first, then a fortress."

"Wouldn't that give the wrong impression m'lord, I thought we were avoiding war." Halmdir asked.

"Halmdir, these fucking arseholes would do the same damned thing. What makes you think they'd just let us march our people through? Mark my words, if we don't, they will." Ulrik then looked back to the Horizon, his eyes searching for the snowy peaks of Dunmar.

Halmdir looked to a messenger, "You heard the king, pass the word!"

"Aye sir."

And so the dwarves worked hard to set up temporary fortifications in place of permanent ones. Hours would pass as more of the Dwarves poured through the gate. Ulrik would send a force of five hundred dwarves led by Halmdir out west as their compasses dictate to reconnoiter the surrounding area and find out where the hell they are. He would do this sending small forces in all four cardinal directions to secure his position near the gate and ensure that if there was anything here, he'd know about it.

There was much to do and many trials that awaited the dwarves, much more than they would anticipate. There were many realms that would march through the gate, some friendly, some malicious, some they could not even fathom. At the same time, there was also much to explore in this world, things that Dwarves who've only stayed in their mountain have never seen before. They too had much to learn about their ancestral world of Gaia. The ruins around the gate would be a good place to start.
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