Ah, cool! Just wondering.
And here's my claim on the map.
The Vikings/Barbarians are back :)
And here's my claim on the map.
The Vikings/Barbarians are back :)
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*Returns from break* Consider me interested!
So is the purple the Einherjar or someone else?
So is the purple the Einherjar or someone else?
@Malta307 That you may, welcome aboard. So what do you have in mind for a nation?
@Malta307 Yup! Still got room for more players.
UAG Space
Federation Frontier Station Pathway
Ambassador's Office
"This is a troubling development..." Ambassador Yando Rev said, sifting through several paper reports brought to him. Standing before him were three Intelligence Agents, standing at attention. "Our sources confirm it." One of the agents, a young woman spoke up. "There has been an increase of Commonwealth activities in the region."
Ambassador Rev tossed the reports aside, leaning forward, his chin resting upon his clasped talons, his eyes drifting down at his sleek desk. "Could've come at a worst time." He said, his eyes shifting their gaze at the agents, he sighed heavily as he took a sharp turn with his chair, spinning himself up as he walked towards the ray-shielded window, taking in the serene sight outside. The station Pathway, with the generous, if extremely cautious graces of the Council, was allowed to orbit a fringe colony world in the far edges of Artanin Space, it was a recent addition, so starship traffic was minimal, allowing the Station's crew to appreciate it's semi-primordial presence.
"I had prayed it wouldn't come to this." Ambassador Rev said, turning to face the agents. "But it seems the Commonwealth have other plans."
"You'd think the Daisan would be more of a priority." One of the other agents spoke, a man around the same age as the woman.
"No doubt that is the Commonwealth is all too aware of that problem." The Ambassador replied. "Of course however, it's not their concern as of yet."
"The keyword is yet, sir." The last of the agents spoke, a member of the Ysh species.
"Right..." The Ambassador said, however, that wasn't the topic of discussion and returned to the true topic. "The Commonwealth's little power grab in the region will stir up quite a storm." He paused as he return to his chair, leaning forward. "As you are all have been made aware, the political situation among the Artanins is....less then stable."
"A ticking time bomb is what it is." The lead agent interjected.
"Precisely." Ambassador Rev agreed. "And the Commonwealth's actions will only aggravate it, Civil War is a high probability." The agents remain silent, looking to one another briefly.
"It seems the time has come for a little intervention." The male human agent said.
"Partially true..." Ambassador Rev agreed. "Problem being, the war with the Daisan has taken a great toll on the Federation's power projection capabilities. " He paused as he grabbed a glass water. "Nearly every ship is a valuable asset not to be wasted." Despite the rather grim situation back home, there was a small glimmer of hope for the federation outpost. "However, a few friends in high places have managed to arrange a little something."
The three agents gave inquisitive looks to the Ambassador. "What would that be Ambassador?" The Leader of the agents asked.
"Ever heard of Angel fleet?" Ambassador Rev answered her question with a new question. Their eyes widened. "Only by reputation." She replied.
The Angels, or the 10th Expeditionary Force as they're officially referred to, is a special task force established several decades before the Daisan War, created for the purpose of traveling from one conflict hot spot to another, giving aide to minor states in any way possible, be it in the form of humanitarian aid, peacekeeping, or more active military operations. In the years they've been active, the Expeditionary Force has grown a reputation among the civilian populations on worlds they've aided, quickly gaining said title of "The Angels".
"I figured they would be the perfect assets to a potential conflict." The Ambassador added. "If civil war breaks out, we'll be ready to aide Artanin worlds that stand against the Commonwealth's imperialism."
Federation Frontier Station Pathway
Ambassador's Office
"This is a troubling development..." Ambassador Yando Rev said, sifting through several paper reports brought to him. Standing before him were three Intelligence Agents, standing at attention. "Our sources confirm it." One of the agents, a young woman spoke up. "There has been an increase of Commonwealth activities in the region."
Ambassador Rev tossed the reports aside, leaning forward, his chin resting upon his clasped talons, his eyes drifting down at his sleek desk. "Could've come at a worst time." He said, his eyes shifting their gaze at the agents, he sighed heavily as he took a sharp turn with his chair, spinning himself up as he walked towards the ray-shielded window, taking in the serene sight outside. The station Pathway, with the generous, if extremely cautious graces of the Council, was allowed to orbit a fringe colony world in the far edges of Artanin Space, it was a recent addition, so starship traffic was minimal, allowing the Station's crew to appreciate it's semi-primordial presence.
"I had prayed it wouldn't come to this." Ambassador Rev said, turning to face the agents. "But it seems the Commonwealth have other plans."
"You'd think the Daisan would be more of a priority." One of the other agents spoke, a man around the same age as the woman.
"No doubt that is the Commonwealth is all too aware of that problem." The Ambassador replied. "Of course however, it's not their concern as of yet."
"The keyword is yet, sir." The last of the agents spoke, a member of the Ysh species.
"Right..." The Ambassador said, however, that wasn't the topic of discussion and returned to the true topic. "The Commonwealth's little power grab in the region will stir up quite a storm." He paused as he return to his chair, leaning forward. "As you are all have been made aware, the political situation among the Artanins is....less then stable."
"A ticking time bomb is what it is." The lead agent interjected.
"Precisely." Ambassador Rev agreed. "And the Commonwealth's actions will only aggravate it, Civil War is a high probability." The agents remain silent, looking to one another briefly.
"It seems the time has come for a little intervention." The male human agent said.
"Partially true..." Ambassador Rev agreed. "Problem being, the war with the Daisan has taken a great toll on the Federation's power projection capabilities. " He paused as he grabbed a glass water. "Nearly every ship is a valuable asset not to be wasted." Despite the rather grim situation back home, there was a small glimmer of hope for the federation outpost. "However, a few friends in high places have managed to arrange a little something."
The three agents gave inquisitive looks to the Ambassador. "What would that be Ambassador?" The Leader of the agents asked.
"Ever heard of Angel fleet?" Ambassador Rev answered her question with a new question. Their eyes widened. "Only by reputation." She replied.
The Angels, or the 10th Expeditionary Force as they're officially referred to, is a special task force established several decades before the Daisan War, created for the purpose of traveling from one conflict hot spot to another, giving aide to minor states in any way possible, be it in the form of humanitarian aid, peacekeeping, or more active military operations. In the years they've been active, the Expeditionary Force has grown a reputation among the civilian populations on worlds they've aided, quickly gaining said title of "The Angels".
"I figured they would be the perfect assets to a potential conflict." The Ambassador added. "If civil war breaks out, we'll be ready to aide Artanin worlds that stand against the Commonwealth's imperialism."
We should also try to keep the OOC active, sure we got the Discord, but it helps to keep the thread active :)
@Brithwyr Besides History being left blank everything seems in order! You may move your sheet over to the Character Tab.
Yilumi System
Kasui, High Orbit
The Darkstrike hung high in orbit of the serene Agriworld of Kasui, is dark shades contrasting with the green and blue landscape underneath the vessel. Nearly a day had passed since the incident at the Urbos Station, Captain Ian Leska had locked himself away in his private quarters, giving himself time to think, plan and mourn. He laid against his recliner chair, his coat hanging by the door, a glass of whisky in hand as he indulged himself in the alcoholic drink every now and then.
Despite his less then chipper position, he was far from it, the incident still lingering in mind, the various mistakes made coming to him like an avalanche, but in truth, this rather disastrous infiltration Op had provided some "positive" results, for a lack of a better word.
Ian Leska knew full well that the Federation must enforce it's border integrity. This was thee plan from the start, the recon being a sort of "inspection" before any serious actions were to be taken, but honestly, that no longer mattered, the very presence of these stations was a clear slap to the face of the Federation, and with that, it needed a heavy response. The original projected numbers of the probable task force was under a hundred, but that won't do, no, more were needed.
Leska set his glass aside. "Aisha." The Captain called out to the ship's AI. "Set up a private holo-link with Grand Admiral Sanders."
"Understood, Captain." A digitized, feminine voice replied, echoing through the room. "...setting up link now." Within moments, a holographic form of Aged human, a dark-skinned man in his early sixties, materialized in the center of the room, a holo-projection device emerging from the ceiling. The Admiral was slight caught off guard with this sudden call. "Captain Leska." He begun, with a deep, soothing tone in his voice. "I haven't expected another call from you so soon."
"I apologize for the rather sudden call." Leska said. "It's....regarding the Urbos Incident."
"Ahhh, yes, I see." He realized. "I assure, both your ship and the Crow's Nest will be listed as ships to join in the task force."
"Thank you, sir." Leska said. "But, there's...another request I have to make."
"Oh?" Admiral Sanders raised an eyebrow."What is it then?"
"Sir, I suggest the task force be expanded." Leska said. "The currently projected numbers will simply not do. We need at least two hundred vessels for this mission."
"Out of the question." Sanders replied swiftly. "You should be all too aware of the grave threat we're facing, every ship recalled from the frontline is an asset lost and a victory for the Daisan." He paused, clearing his throat. "We shouldn't even be doing this! But the N.A.C. have forced our hand in the matter."
"That's exactly my point, sir." Leska said, standing firm in his resolve. "That is why we must not take little risks in such a situation." Leska paused as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "We mean to send a message, yes? Then we must answer the N.A.C.'s taunts with overwhelming firepower."
Sanders was silent, pondering on the possible scenarios and outcomes, but the Captain had a point. "You do realize the risk we'd be taking, yes?" Sanders asked.
"I'm fully aware, sir." Leska replied. "The Daisan can wait, at least for a moment. For now, we must send the N.A.C. a message."
"...Very well, however, if this all goes terribly wrong, It's on both your head and mine." Sanders said.
"Understandable, sir." Leska said. "But if this goes just as well as intended, we'll be done with this before the Daisan reach the Gateway Systems."
Kasui, High Orbit
The Darkstrike hung high in orbit of the serene Agriworld of Kasui, is dark shades contrasting with the green and blue landscape underneath the vessel. Nearly a day had passed since the incident at the Urbos Station, Captain Ian Leska had locked himself away in his private quarters, giving himself time to think, plan and mourn. He laid against his recliner chair, his coat hanging by the door, a glass of whisky in hand as he indulged himself in the alcoholic drink every now and then.
Despite his less then chipper position, he was far from it, the incident still lingering in mind, the various mistakes made coming to him like an avalanche, but in truth, this rather disastrous infiltration Op had provided some "positive" results, for a lack of a better word.
Ian Leska knew full well that the Federation must enforce it's border integrity. This was thee plan from the start, the recon being a sort of "inspection" before any serious actions were to be taken, but honestly, that no longer mattered, the very presence of these stations was a clear slap to the face of the Federation, and with that, it needed a heavy response. The original projected numbers of the probable task force was under a hundred, but that won't do, no, more were needed.
Leska set his glass aside. "Aisha." The Captain called out to the ship's AI. "Set up a private holo-link with Grand Admiral Sanders."
"Understood, Captain." A digitized, feminine voice replied, echoing through the room. "...setting up link now." Within moments, a holographic form of Aged human, a dark-skinned man in his early sixties, materialized in the center of the room, a holo-projection device emerging from the ceiling. The Admiral was slight caught off guard with this sudden call. "Captain Leska." He begun, with a deep, soothing tone in his voice. "I haven't expected another call from you so soon."
"I apologize for the rather sudden call." Leska said. "It's....regarding the Urbos Incident."
"Ahhh, yes, I see." He realized. "I assure, both your ship and the Crow's Nest will be listed as ships to join in the task force."
"Thank you, sir." Leska said. "But, there's...another request I have to make."
"Oh?" Admiral Sanders raised an eyebrow."What is it then?"
"Sir, I suggest the task force be expanded." Leska said. "The currently projected numbers will simply not do. We need at least two hundred vessels for this mission."
"Out of the question." Sanders replied swiftly. "You should be all too aware of the grave threat we're facing, every ship recalled from the frontline is an asset lost and a victory for the Daisan." He paused, clearing his throat. "We shouldn't even be doing this! But the N.A.C. have forced our hand in the matter."
"That's exactly my point, sir." Leska said, standing firm in his resolve. "That is why we must not take little risks in such a situation." Leska paused as he sat down on the edge of his bed. "We mean to send a message, yes? Then we must answer the N.A.C.'s taunts with overwhelming firepower."
Sanders was silent, pondering on the possible scenarios and outcomes, but the Captain had a point. "You do realize the risk we'd be taking, yes?" Sanders asked.
"I'm fully aware, sir." Leska replied. "The Daisan can wait, at least for a moment. For now, we must send the N.A.C. a message."
"...Very well, however, if this all goes terribly wrong, It's on both your head and mine." Sanders said.
"Understandable, sir." Leska said. "But if this goes just as well as intended, we'll be done with this before the Daisan reach the Gateway Systems."
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