Sigma

The Fading Light of V'landriel

I would have to agree. I feel the idea might not clash too well with the setting. Sorry about that.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

Paradiso System
Garden Moon of Nova Angeles
City of Dallas Crossing
Residence of the Adrios Family.


Senator Horis Adrios leaned over his desk in his personal office, almost in total silence, save for the occasional sigh and the ambient hum of the lit lamp next to him. “It’s just a terrible dream…” He thought to himself. “I’ll just close my eyes, and everything will be fine...” But no matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes, that damned news article laid before him. No matter how much he scolded himself, he had no choice but to read the news article repeatedly. With each read, he grew more and more incensed. His talon running against the touch screen. His mandibles twitching with every read. It was a harsh reminder that…this was no dream, but a waking nightmare.

“Fatal orbital accident over Parousia.” The open title of the article stated. “Casualties in the thousands. No survivors.” It said. What made it all the worse, he recognized the name…it was the same station his daughter and her husband were staying at. “Avtia…” Horis mumbled her name, burying his face into his hands as his sobs grew with intensity. “Oh god…why her…” The grief built up, slowly morphing into rage In a snap, he shoved aside all desktop items that stood in his way, letting out a furious roar. Horis slammed his desk repeatedly as he tired himself out. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you!” He cried out the loudest that he could, cursing out those that took his Avita’s life.

All the while, a couple of his in-house servants stood outside the room awkwardly, the senator rarely showing such savage outbursts like this one, it was a frightening experience to be sure. Taking notice of the presence of his servants, Horis calmed himself down, launching himself off his seat and straightening out his suit. “I’m going out for a few days...maybe more.” Horis said to the staff, his voice still trembling. The servants looking to each other with great concern. Mustering up all the courage that he could, one of them stepped forward. “If I may be so prudent….” The young man spoke up. “Where will you be going exactly?”

“Anywhere but here.” Horis was quick to reply with a stern tone to his voice. “And that’s all you need to know.”

“O-of course, sir.” The servant said, doing all he could to not make eye contact.

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Paradiso, Outer System
Helheim Station

Cloaked in ragged cloths, Horis concealed himself, blending in among dozens of many undesirables. The trip between Nova Angeles and Helheim was not the most pleasant. Then again, he would’ve had to break out of his comfort zone, and reach out into the darkness. In addition to the rather cramped space and horrid odor, those damned Raygon-based ads kept up on a near constant loop over the ship’s intercom, those jingles stuck in his head. Salvation would come at last as the ads were cut short. “Attention passengers.” A feminine voice called out. “We will be arriving at Helheim, docking bay 5 shortly.”

“Oh thank Christ…” Horis whispered to himself as he braced for the eventual departure.

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Helheim, even in “paradise”, the dark tendrils of the underworld creep their way in one way, or another. Horis, still under heavy cloak, wondered the decrepit streets of Helheim station, it’s interior design long worn out from decades of disrepair and neglect. Never before had Horis so willingly dug in deep into the darkness within the federation. Homeless, drug addicts and the like littering the damp streets, a far cry of his home.

Before long, Horis would find himself in market district of the station. The exact kind of place he was looking for. The district was packed, bustling with life as the air was filled with the delectable scents of street food. “Jarol steak for fifty credits!” cried out one street vendor.

“Finest Halcyon silk in this side of the sector! Twenty credits!” Another hollered. The voices grew more muddled as he went deeper in, getting lost in the crowds. Horis wouldn’t need to wonder for long, he finally found what he was looking for. He turned to left, walking down a dark alleyway leading away from the central market. As he walked down the path, he would pass by more unsavory-looking individuals as they passively watched him go about his business. One of the observers pulled out a small comms device, flickering it on to life. “Boss, got a new customer.”

Horis arrived to a “dead end” of sorts. Well, not really, standing before him was a curtained door, guarded by a heavily armed Putt and Shas. The guards didn’t pay much mind to their new visitor, the Shas pushing the curtain aside. Horis simply nodded to the guards and proceeded inward. As horis walked down the corridor, he passed by an assortment of armed men and women of various species. All gave their undue attention to their potential client. Upon reaching the main office at the end, he was greeted by a middle-aged, dressed in a very lavish-looking suit. With a wide smile, the man introduced himself. “Welcome to Leon’s Armed Solutions.” The man announced. “The name’s Leon O’Brien. please, take a seat.” Leo said, gesturing his hand to the seat in front of the desk.
Horis took his seat, adjusting himself. “So.” Leo begun. “What I can do ya fer?”

Horis cleared his throat. “As you’ve probably assumed. “Horis said with a hint of hesitation, but he’s gone too far now to turn back. “I’m in need of your…services.”

Leon leaned his chair back, folding his fingers. “Well, you came to the right place.” Leon said with pride and a wide smile. “Best bounty hunters this side of the federation!” Leon gave a dramatic pause as he continued. “That is, if ya willing to pay good enough credits, mister…..?”

No use hiding his identity. Horis lifted off his veil, so to speak, much to Leon’s surprised. “Holy shit.” Leon cursed; he was quite well aware who the man before him was. Senator Adrios being the public and beloved face in the Paradiso System. The main force behind the green initiatives, keeping New Eden’s assorted colonies “pure”, or at least not transform into heavily industrialized hellscapes. “What’s a senator of your standing doing in this godforsaken corner of the core?”

“Heard of the Parousia incident?”

” Ahh..I see where you’re going.” It didn’t take long for Leon to connect the dots. “Family? Friends?”

“My daughter and son-in-law.” Horis replied, his voice trembling. “…I want your best people to hunt down the bastards that took my Avita from me.”

“Any particular leads?”

Horis was silent… that was the worse part of it all, he had no clear idea who was even responsible. “I’m afraid I don’t know..”

“That’s going to be a problem.” Leon said. “It’ll cost ya more than extra to do a proper investigation plus the bounty hunting.”

“I’ll do it.” Horis quickly replied. “I’ll pay whatever it takes for you bring the fuckers to my doorstep cold.”

“Jesus Christ.” Even Leon of all people was taken aback by the senator’s…bloodlust. “I never took you as that type, senator.”

"You'd be surprised what tragedy does to a man."

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@bloonewb Yeah, looks pretty good to me! You're approved.

Also, you still with us @Williwiw?

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@Corax Yup! We're still open for new players.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@Williwiw Yup! We're pretty happy with the responses and your set to post up your sheet.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@Williwiw Yup! We certainly have room for more players. Although one of the mods do raise a question on the rp's discord regarding your faction idea.

1) Do they have any other industries than cloning? Considering the planet is a ecumenopolis, what else is there? Are all their citizens clones?

2) How would their clones compete with AI and drones? Who exactly is willing to test and purchase their services?
While I don't see anything that directly counteracts the current canon, I do hope this won't be an empire built on a single "planet of the hat". It sounds a little too homogeneous.

Otherwise, it sounds like an interesting faction that could fit in!

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@Crusader Lord I think you're good to move your sheet over to the character tab.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

Walton Industries
Paradiso System
Western Regions of New Eden.
Kyle Walton, CEO and namesake of the fledgling, but quickly rising Walton Industries, stood in watch within an observatory, viewing below a battered and scarred simulation room where experimental military androids of varying design were undergoing extensive combat scenarios, pitted against rather convincing holo-projections of a wide array of enemy combatants ranging from Commonwealth soldiers, to Confederate Reislaufers, and Brotherhood Insurgents to name a few. The finely man dressed nodded and smiled, some models proving to match his expectations, others unfortunately, not so much, but it was a work of art in progress. As he continued to observe his experiments, just as he had felt the door behind him sliding open, his secretary, an Ulex woman stepped in. "Mister Walton, you have an unexpected guest arr-." she spoke before being interrupted by the rather abrupt entrance of a Dathu dressed in the traditional, ornate garbs only worn by Nobles of his homeworld.

"Senator Garui, checking up on my little project again I see?" Walton asked, his irked tone easily detected by the Senator. "Come now mister Walton! What's with that attitude?" Garui replied with his own question, putting up a facade of "kindness". "And here I thought wee were friends!"

Walton's expression remained static. "While I am grateful for you and your committee's finical support in this project." Walton said. "But I know all too well, this is but one of many cards for you to play in your little games in the Senate."

"Anything for the sake of my constituents, of course." Garui said, pacing around the room as he too observed the combat androids at work. "And this is far from trivial, my good man, this could be one of many drops that changes the face of the federation, and I plan to be at the helm of it."

"Such a grandiose vision." Walton replied, not so amused.

"Think what you will" Garui said, turning about to face the CEO. "But change is coming to the cluster, and we best be ready for it." Garui paused, turning back to face the androids. "But enough about that. I came for a quick update on the Centurion-series and I'll be on my way."

"A work of art is not simply something to be rushed, senator." Walton stated. "But if you must know, the Alpha stages are near completion, and I can deliver a working prototype within a year, maybe two."

"Good enough." Garui said with a slight grin. "Continue your good work and I'll see to it Walton Industries skyrockets even further in the stage among the likes of Gala-Grid and Cognito."

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

New Eden Federation/WIP

United Federation of New Eden

Government Type:
A Federal Republic, the New Edenian Government is split between Three Branches, the Executive Branch, that being the Office of the NEF Chancellor who is both the Head of the Senate and the Commander-in-Chief of the Federation Armed Forces. One of the many tasks of a Chancellor consist of the creation of Laws, the signing of articles of diplomatic importance such as treaties, to appoint judges for the Interstellar Court and so on.

The Legislative Branch, that of which being the Senate. The Senate's main tasks consist of the passing of laws brought forward by the Chancellor, passing or vetoing Legislation by the Chancellor, and are to give consent to enact a Declaration of War. And finally there is the Interstellar Court, who are responsible for the enforcement of the Laws created by the Chancellor and passed then enacted by the Senate. IC Judges are appointed by the Chancellor.

Star Systems within the Federation are partially autonomous entities who are responsible for both maintaining worlds and installations within, and to maintain its own defense with their local System Defense Force to act as its shield.
Demographics:

• Humans: 40%
• Dathu: 13%
• Jakai: 12%
• Simmies 3%
• Putts 4%
• Misle 1%
• Nerkins 4%
• Qurok 3%
• Nalloth 2%
• Volyudki 14%
• Ulex 4%
• Hoffians 2%

Jakai: The The Jakai are repto-avians that culturally and technologically weren't too similar from the late 21st century humans, and when discovered, were within the cusp of their own golden space age. Unlike the Dathu, the Jakai were more progressive-minded, and more open to the federation's ideals of democracy and liberty.

Dathu: An Amphibious species with mammalian traits. The Dathu are an antiquated people with a similar culture to the middle ages of Old Earth. Their world ruled by nobles, lords and kings. Upon joining the federation, the reign of the ruling class still persists, if now more “evolved”, many of the noble houses becoming heads of stellar spanning corporations within the federation.

Leadership:

Chancellor Alexandria Cortez

Economy:(Can as brief or as detailed as you wish, could even be a simple list of resources you have and don't have.)
Military:

Planetary Defense Forces

The Planetary Defense Forces are responsible for both the defense and policing of the Federation's territories and holdings. Each colony within Federation Space possess an PDF, each are tasked with defending and keeping the civilian population under control from threats both internal and external. Whilst they're less heavily armed and equipped then their counterparts in the military, the men and women of the various PDFs are more then capable to respond to any incident and threat with vigilance and are not a force to be taken very lightly.

Space Forces

Navy and Marine Uniforms

Warships

Vigilant-class Corvette


Spectre-class Stealth Corvette


Valiant-class Frigate


Swarm-class Missile Frigate


Dauntless-class Destroyer


Endurance-class Light Carrier


Defiance-class Cruiser


Ironclad-class Heavy Crusier


Resolute-class Battlecruiser


Columbia-class Dreadnought


Liberation-class Fleet Carrier

Strike Craft

Starhawk Space Superiority Fighter


Wildcat Fighter-Bomber


Hornet Interceptor


Juggernaut Gunship


Firestorm Strategic Bomber


Thunderstrike Bomber

Standard Variant


Light Bomber Variant

Utility Craft/Transports

Mercy-class Mobile Medical Ship


Razorwing-class Combat Dropship

Ground Forces

Infantry

Army Regulars

Standard Combat Gear


Exo Combat Gear

Alpha Force

Assault Operatives


Scout


Power Armor

Marines

PDF Militia

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Vehicles

Thorncat Utility Jeep


Snipsnip Scout Buggy


Armored Personnel Carrier


Irontusk Main Battle Tank


Steelshell Infantry Fighting Vehicle


Strider Assault Mech

History:
The federation’s foundation can be traced back to the very first arc to arrive to the Eden Cluster nearly a millennium ago, the USS Columbia. After untold centuries of search, the Columbia was fortunate enough to be the first to arrive to what would soon be called New Eden, their new homeworld, the first of the Core Worlds. Despite New Eden’s pristine conditions, the planet hid its own share of peril as the settlers had to contend with dangerous new forms of alien fauna. Over the coming decades the colonists would undergo periods of civil unrest and division as new settlements dotted the landscape. All the while the planet would be slowly tamed as the local fauna were more understood.

By the year 100 EC, tensions escalated as power blocs formed among the numerous colonial settlements, two of the most prominent and historically significant of which were the Eden Alliance, the federation’s precursor and its rival and instigator of events to come, the Northern Colonial Coalition.

The Unification War was declared and for over a decade, the two blocs would fight tooth and nail, the prize being complete domination of New Eden. In the end, the Alliance would prove victorious, the NCCs defeat would signal both the end of the division and the rise of the New Eden Federation.

The next few centuries would mark a new age of space exploration as mankind would seek the stars once more. The Federation would be the first to establish the Gate Network, linking each system visited one by one.
Along their journey through the stars, mankind would both make first contact with intelligent alien lifeforms and to the sheer astonishment of the New Eden Colonists, make contact with other arc survivors who had suspected themselves as the last remnant of humanity. This shocking discovery marked the beginning of a more “contemporary “age as star nations on the scale similar to the federation were found to almost every corner of the Eden Cluster, no longer was the federation alone.

The latter half of the this new millennium would one of pollical maneuvering, backdoor deals, turmoil and warfare, all of which the Federation would partake in for it’s own interests or that what it deemed for the “greater good”. In the last century, activity in the frontier has garnered the federation’s attention as colonists end up missing in great droves, federation citizens included in their number. These strange, seemingly unrelated occurrences have led to a series of investigations, and even led to brief wars between other Core Powers, namely the CCN and the Free Star Commonwealth.

Characters:

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

Duro One
Federation Embassy

"We got hostiles on advance!" Captain Ross Dodgers shouted out while firing from cover along with several others. “Hold the line!”

"Come get some!" One of the captain’s men taunted the duron soldiers, firing a heavy machine gun towards the charging enemy. "I can do this all-day assholes!" He continued unloading lead on the enemy until he heard several clicking sounds. "Reload!" He yelled out, but before he got the chance, he was pulled down. "Masu!” Private Oriana shouted as she pulled him down with all her might behind the safety of the makeshift barricades they set up. “Get in cover you crazy idiot!". She paused as bullets flew overhead. "You're a sniper's magnet!" She shouted over the gunfire. Masu simply smiled. "Hah! I’m a man of pure steel, ori! I'd say let 'em try!"

Oriana simply rolled her eyes at Masu’s overly confident attitude but couldn’t help but worry for the fool. “…Just please stay alive." Masu replied with a simple wink as he reloaded his gun, stood up and unleashed another volley of lead. Oriana crawled through rubble, blood and bullets as she reached the captain’s left flank. “How much longer we gotta do this, sir?!” She cried out; her voice nearly drowned out by the fighting. “We’re getting our asses kicked!”

Captain Dodgers didn’t need to answer, he immediately placed two fingers over the right side of his head. "Shra, ETA on those civvies?”

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Elsewhere in the city, a small convey of federation Humvees and cargo trucks sped through the war torn, battered streets of the capital, making their way towards the embassy, followed by hostile vehicles not too far behind. “No straight answer, sir!” Shra replied, static and gunfire dominating his end of the commlink. “Roads are blown to shit and we got tangos hounding our asses!”

“Just get those people to safety, transports will arrive in ten! Over and out!”

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Captain Dodgers turned his attention back to the fighting at hand, pro-regime guerrillas and soldiers slowly encircling their position. The Captain then turned his gaze back to one of his soldiers, a Simmie tinkering with a power generator, pressing down keys, all the while letting out frustrated ooks and shrill yelps. "How are those Auto Turrets Amy?"

"Working as fast as possible Cap!" Amy ooked several times at the captain, her translator collar letting out a feminine, yet frantic, digitized voice. Her frustration reaching the boiling point as she begun to smash the damned controls, inaudible screeches sounding from her collar. In her recklessness she was out in the open briefly and was shot in the arm. Letting out another yelp as she fell to the ground in agony. "Oh fuck…Medic!" The Captain cried out, and without delay, a human, private Jenkins, rushed over and dragged the injured Amy away into cover. Captain Dodger proceeded to fire blindly at the attacking fighters, more pouring out from nowhere. “Captain!” Private Shra called on the commlink. “Get clear!”

From behind the mass of regime soldiers came the evac convey, the auto turrets on the escorting Humvees unleashing hell on the ill-prepared infantrymen. Mowing them down in the dozens as they trampled over their fresh bodies. Without hesitation shra and the rest of his unit rushed out of their car. “Cover the civvies!” Shra ordered.

“Yes, sarge!” His men replied in unison as they ran to trucks, terrified federation citizens pouring out from the back. “Let’s Go! Go! Go!” one of the soldiers ordered the civilians. The surviving regime soldiers running for cover and returned fire on the new arrivals, several of the fleeing civilians killed in the crossfire. “Cover them and fall back!” Shra ordered, aiming for the attackers, he and his men slowly backing away towards the embassy. The roaring engines of a lone transport craft could be heard overhead as it soared through the skies, circling around the LZ. “This is it ladies and gents!” Captain Dodgers screeched over the comms. “Civvies go first, then they come back for us!”

Shra’s squad and the remainder of the Embassy’s security regiment formed up in a renewed sense of hope as they took their positions at the barricade and gave it their all. Pinning down the regime soldiers as the last of the surviving civilians all swiftly stacked up in the transport ship. “Civvies are clear! I repeat! Civvies are clear!” The captain declared as the transport’s engines roared once more as it lifted off towards the sky. “This isn’t over people!” the captain shouted. “We gotta hold off until our ride gets here! Just a bit longer!”

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A short while passes as the fighting dies down, the regime forces moving to other parts of the capital, giving the much-needed breather for the embassy guards. In the wide main entry hall of the building, several dozen federation soldiers laid across room, some badly wounded from the fighting, others shell-shocked from the surprise attack, the few medics on hand tending to the wounded. Captain Dodgers, Sergeant Uhan Shra and the others stepped in victorious as the last of the regime’s soldiers fled. “Your timing was damn close sergeant!” The captain exclaimed with a wide smile on his face. “You did good.”
“Thank you, sir.” Shra said. “That bird can’t come soon enough.”

“It’s all silent on their end, but they’ll get here event-.” The captain was interrupted by several loud beeps coming from his commlink, a wide smile forming. “Speak of the devil, that must be our ride.” He said cheerfully. “I’ll be in the office, rest up while you can.”

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“Jesus Christ, Masu.” Oriana protested, pushing the large man’s shoulder. “Don’t go pulling stunts like that on me.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry about that…” Masu half-heartily apologizing, clearly seeing the worried expression on Oriana’s face, the adrenaline rush of combat wearing off. “It was the rush of it all.”
“Yeah…I get it, but please be careful time.”

“Can do, ma’am.” He said with a mock salute to ease the tension of the situation, getting a small chuckle out of her. Although that would be short-lived. The captain’s could be heard from the ground floor of the building, clearly sounding distressed and angry. “That doesn’t sound good…” Masu said.

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“Sir, You can’t be serious…” Dodgers said in protest.

“Afraid I am, captain.” Colonel Gabriel Ironside said remorsefully on the other end of the line. “Your unit is to remain on Duro One for the foreseeable future. Reinforcements will arrive in due time.”

“Colonel, we’re in no shape to do anything at the moment, that last fight spent us good!”

“I understand your position, I do…but High Command see it fit that all federal military personnel on Duro One are to assist in the war effort.” The other end was silent, the captain speechless. “Look, the best you can do is get you and your men out of the city, rendezvous with Orleans forces elsewhere. Until reinforcements arrive, that is your best bet.”

“…Understood sir, we’ll do our best.” The captain said, a sense of dread looming over.

“If this were my call, I’d have you and your troops out this moment, unfortunately, the Generals see otherwise..”
“it’s alright sir, we’ll make do, over and out.”

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Some hours pass and the fighting in their part of the city had died down for the most part, the Orleans invasion taking focus away from the embassy, a fortunate circumstance for the captain’s men. In what was formerly the Ambassador’s office, Captain Dodgers and his top men convene to plot their next course of action. “Alright…any hope of getting off this rock is a bust.” The captain declared, much to his men’s displeasure. “Colonel Ironside has suggested we move out of the city and locate friendly forces. Won’t be easy with all the wounded, but once we’re out, we can manage.” All was silent in the room, disappointment and fear filling the air. “How far can the Humvees and trucks get us?”

“Far enough, sir.” Shra replied.

“Good enough.” Dodgers said. “Lets stock pile our weapons, munitions, and rations. I want all able-bodied soldiers to man the cars, while the wounded are holed up in the trucks. We’ll move out in the dead of night. Any questions?”

The room was silent once more, the captain looking at the determined expressions on his soldier’s faces. “Good, let’s get to work people.”