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Aurolia
Star Port City of Pavliu
Neon Tipsy Bar, Upper levels


Gaius Vikir, a tired and worn out human in his early sixties laid against the wall of a moving elevator as it made it's ascent to the Neon Tipsy, the classiest and most expensive bar you could find in this city, the occasion? Gaius had just returned from rather somber get together, a real close friend, practically a younger brother, had recently passed away, attending his funeral with his family, friends and surviving members of their squadron, and after that depressing reminder of all their mortality, he needed one hell of a drink, so he and rest of the crew had decided to throw a little drinking party in his honor,

The aged Gaius maintaining his balance as he heard the "bing" sound from elevator, the doors sliding open to reveal bright neon lights, they really wanted to put an emphasis on the bar name that's for sure, all the while some jazz-like music was booming, filing the air and atmosphere of the bar. The bar was half-full, the bar patrons were a varied sort, ranging from "fellow" navy officers, though by the looks of them, they were a bunch of coreworlder suits, to more suits of the business variety, both shady and legitimate sat in another corner, all drinking to their hearts content. All the while, in left corner stood a little stage of sorts, two young, quite attractive Laadaruua women had begun to sing in their native tongue, it was a rather calming melody to an extent.

Gaius continued scanning the room until he took notice of aged Xuhajann man hand waving at him, turning to that direction to see a trio waiting for him, the aforementioned Xuhajann, a human woman, and an Aldzir. Gaius walked over as he grabbed a glass, he was fashionably late enough to have his drink ready. "Glad you could make it, Suit." the aged woman, Isana Vikir, his wife spoke, followed by hearty chuckles from the other two

"Yeah yeah, very funny." Gaius replied mildly annoyed, the two then lovingly embracing each other, followed by a short but passionate kiss. "Love you too darling." She said.

"With that." Caris, the Xuhajann spoke, raising a glass. "A toast to Sanders."

"May he find peace in Spiritus." Giddy, the Aldzir spoke mechanically through his translator.

"To the Starhounds." Both Isana and Gaius said, the four of them clashing their glasses together and begun gulping down their drinks. An hour had passed, the festivities of Remembrance Day still raging across the planet, however, the four former pilots felt hollow, their latest loss hitting them hard in their old age. "So, how's the family doing?" Caris asked the couple.

Gaius and Isana looked to one another before turning their attention to their old friend. "Doing well." Gauis replied. "Called Jade an hour ago, we were going to celebrate the holiday together..." Gaius paused, once more looking to his wife. "...but me and Isana agreed now wasn't the best time...the grandkids were mighty disappointed."

"Yeah..not in a festive mood either." Giddy said, dunking his trunk into the glass, siphoning the alcohol. Some more time passes as the starhounds took it all at a slowed pace, a large hologram screen brightened up as the daily news reports came in, a Janari Anchor appearing. "Our on-site teams have reported mass causalities numbering in the millions as recent as last week as the Resurrectionist Offensive pushes deeper into Scropine Lin-"

"Thank Spiritus we're not in that mess..." Gauis said, chugging down another drink. "I feel miserable enough as is.."

"I heard some rumors from passing by merchants." Caris said. "Mars is already itching to make a move on the Rezz."

"And if true, I guess we all know what that means." Isana said, her tone matching the mood in the air around the group.

"They can do whatever they please." Gaius said disgruntly. "Just keep it a Martian Operation I'd say. Last thing we need is another war on our hands."

While the Starhounds were busy watching the screen, they had failed to notice a young stranger approaching from behind, having just arrived from the elevator. "Careful there old man." the stranger spoke. "You'll just jinx yourself with that kind of talk."

The four turned to see a human man in his mid thirties, wearing a fine suit often associated with the Republic Intelligence Service. "Gaius Vikir?" The stranger begun. "The name's Leon Severis, I'm with Intelligence."

"We know that much." Isana spoke up.

"Could you and your associates come with me for but a moment?" Leon requested of the group. "It won't take long."

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Some time had past, the group driving around the city in a rather spacious truck, often used as mobile listing posts by Intelligence. The Starhounds sat rather comfortably one one end of the truck, all the troubling spying gear gutted out in favor of more comfy seats, facing them on the other end was Agent Severis. "So, why'd you drag us here." Gaius asked, honestly intrigued by this point.

"As you're quite well aware, the war between the Neo-Scorpine Empire and the Resurrectionists is going less then swimmingly for the Scorpines. It's not public knowledge as of yet, but the Martians have begun operations to covertly back the Empire, the Martian Commander General has requested the Chancellor herself to lend aid in this operation."

Gaius had quickly shifted from intrigued, to less then interested. "...Son, Why'd you bring that up?"

"I'll get to the point, your country is in need of your services Captain." Leion said. "Your former post as a pilot has made you a maverick among your peers, men and women serving under you have commented on your unorthodox, but efficient command. Such an officer would be-"

"Let me stop you right there." Gaius interrupted. "I've already survived a war, I've done my country a great service as is, I won't be thrown in to start another."

"Gaius..lets at least hear him out." Isana said, gripping onto his arm, locking into each other gaze. "Fine...continue."

"Thank you." Leon said. "An Officer of your talent would be of great use in an operation such as this." He paused a moment, catching his breath. "Officially, we're not in a state of war with the Resurrectionists, however, their stated goals do run counter to the Coalition as a whole, and we would rather avoid open war with the Resurrectionists and their allies."

"...What do you want me to do exactly?" Gaius asked, still skeptical.

"Put up a good Facade of course." Leon replied. "Officially, we're sending your ship under the guise of Humanitarian Aid, your vessel would be provided with surplus Mercy-class ships to back that up." Leon paused once more. "Unofficially, you are to assist the martians in training and supplying the various anti-res militia groups to properly fight this war. Unless pressed by the enemy, you're to avoid combat as much as possible."

The group remained silent, seemingly not convinced, however, Gaius spoke up. "So My crew and I would be the only ones sent in? Not to fight a war or anything, but get others to do it for us?"

"That's the original plan, yes." Leon answered. "If the operation goes well that is."

Gaius remained silent and pondered, he could possibly do some do some good, helping the locals to help themselves, and possibly not drag Aurolia into this unpleasant war. "...Dammit all, fine." He reluctantly agreed. "I'll do this under one condition though, after this Op, I request an early retirement from Navy service."

"That can be arranged, captain." Leon said, extending his hand towards him, Gaius grabbed a hold of it and shook. "Glad we can come to an understanding."
@Wernher Earth exists in a way, but has been scorched, a lifeless rock.

Aurolia
Capital City of Yalvin


Yalvin, Jewel of Aurolia and the Seat of Power for all of the United Republic, a beautiful sprawling Metropolis stretching for miles on end, the various lights of the night and celebrations that sprang the city to life added to the its immense beauty, for today was a special day for the citizens of the Republic.

Today marked the 40th Anniversary of the end of Önargol War, A five year-long bloody conflict that saw millions dead, countless alien worlds scarred, left in complete ruin. The war had bitter, inconclusive end, the fighting simply...stopping, the long silence forcing both sides to come to an accord. However, the war's end was cause enough to celebreate as the brave men and women of the Republic's armed services returned home.

The time nearly upon them, time for the Chancellor to make her speech as millions gathered around Largest Holographic Projectors, others waiting at home to watch the broadcast, and thousands more gathering around the Yalvin Sports Stadium where she'd make the speech.

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Chancellor Cortez observed her reflection onto the mirror, making final touches to her white dress, becoming quite nervous, the thought of addressing to billions of beings from all across the Republic had always giving her a bad case of the butterflies. She turned to face a man a few years older then her, in a fine black suit, her husband, Danial. "So...How do I look?" she asked him nervously. "Honey, you're just fine." he replied. "Addressing live to billions can do that to you." she cracked a joke to him, followed by a chuckle from Danial.

"Relax, you'll do fine!" He embraced her. "Just a small speech, and you're done, and not a moment too soon, I'm starving!" He half-joked, although in truth, he was eager to get on with dinner already. Danial had moved on ahead of his wife, meeting with their children and other VIPs waiting at the stadium's field.

"Hehe, yeah...just a minute or two and that romantic dinner can be my reward." She smiled as she walked down the great hall leading up to the stadium field, pausing for a brief moment as she took a deep breath before stepping out onto the field and was greeted by thousands cheering citizens and blinding lights, a small cadre of republican guards standing at attention on both her flanks as they escorted her to the center, there stood a platform, where members of her cabinet sat, and next to them were four individuals, her husband and three children, one seeming to be his mid twenties, one in her late teens, and a young boy, around the age of ten. Alexandria walked up the short stairs leading up the platform, soon taking center stage as she approached the edge, one of the guards handing her a volume amplifying device, it was similar in design to Aldzir Translation Collars.

She snapped the device around her neck, green lights flaring up as the machine automatically activated, camera drones begun swamring around the platform, hovering around them as they record. Breathing deeply once more, Alexandria begun her brief speech.

"My fellow citizens, today is a day of both joy, and of grieving. Today marks the 40th Anniversary of the end of the War. For five years we stood strong, even against a foe that sought our total submission, for five years even as were caught in bloody stalemates, we held strong. Our military would not give in, and was all that stood between life and death." She paused for a moment, and continued.

"Some of those brave souls may be among you now, look to them in admiration and respect, for they fought for your very freedoms.....your right to live, and we must not also forget the countless sacrifices our allies paid in securing their own freedoms against the Önargols.

"Despite the bitter aftermath...we sought to rebuild, and lend our aide to the broken and battered worlds beyond our reaches, those caught in the crossfire, and although relations between our Republic and the Önargols are quite strained, I hope that one day we can leave this conflict behind us once and for all, and build a better future together." With that, she finished as the crowds cheered on, her waving at the people as she made her exist, the others soon following her, and so the festivities began throughout the worlds of the Aurolian Republic.
@Rabidporcupine Not a problem, the Species Database updates every now and then, two more species wouldn't hurt. Just PM them to the GM when they're done.
@Rabidporcupine Mechs are good in this setting. Several nations making use of them.
@Banzai Tracers Well we're a pretty close-nit group, we tend to collab quite a bit, so no worries there :)

Of courses, things may get slow every now and then post-wise.
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@Flagg I like the sound of it, maybe allow a few players to play as the aforementioned alien hordes, while House Regis was fun to make, I would prefer to be an outside threat.
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