Vahir

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Hm. I will multiply that by 50, I did not feel like doing math. and don't be overwhelmed, I only require like 1 sentence each. Did you figure that out from my kingdom post?

@UltikanaRe

From the population size, assuming a density of 40/100 people per square mile, respectively. Question: Is this human-only? Edit to your edit: Yeah, I had just glanced at the countries on Wikipedia, and mistook square miles for square kilometers. Still, my area estimates are useful for approximating how big this place is.

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Wow, this is a lot to take in at first glance, but I'm definitely interested in this RP. A quick bit of math tells me that the total land area of the continents is about 600,000 - 15,000,000 miles (Or 965,000 - 2,414,000km for us superior international types). The low estimate represents a land area roughly the size of spain and Portugal combined, while the higher one is a bit larger than Scandinavia. Just to give an idea of scale here. (Why did I just compute all that? Because, I tell you, because)

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An explosion rocked the room, filling it first with a blinding light, then a searing heat. For a few seconds, Commodore Janos Korwitz heard only silence and saw only darkness, as if he had died. Life came back to him slowly, though never completely; it was as if he was dreaming, and for what seemed like years he could only try to interpret the blurry and confused images he saw. There was screaming, yes- a united chorus of shrieks and shouts, coming from those he had come to known and worked with. He seemed to be covered in rubble, which impaired his vision, but at one point he thought he saw Commodore Fenris, a greatly respected man within the Navy, drag himself across the podium's floor, missing everything waist-down. Then again, it might have just been a hallucination, as he was blacking out regularily. He was not conscious when they pulled him out of the rubble, put him in the van in a pile- like corpses, one would think- and put him on the operating table. Later, he would be told that his wounds were thought to be terminal: Both his legs had been blown off, and shrapnel had savaged his body, making a mess of his organs, and almost severing his right arm it two. But modern medical science was a truly amazing thing, and with the most advanced cybernetics, they were able to repair him, or was it replaced? He sometimes wondered if he was the same man who had entered the Royal Officer's Academy that day, to see his son's entrance into the His Majesty's Forces. Perhaps that man died, and he was simply a machine who believed himself to be the same. Twenty-three men died that day, including four captains and a commodore. ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Half a year later, he was sitting amongst his peers, more machine than man, to see the entertainement. They were in a small room, filled with chairs and men of importance, all facing a glass window that covered a wall. Beyond the window was a firing squad: Twenty soldiers to execute ten prisonners. There was a jovial mood in the room, as captains and commodores traded jokes and laughed at the impending slaughter. Janos was in his own universe, however, and stared only at the prisonners, blindfolded, tied to the concrete wall, arms spread. They were members of the Sons of Liberty, he had learned- a terrorist organization of radicals seeking to overthrow His Majesty and instate a democratic republic. They had commited terrorist actions all over the Kingdom for years now, funded by Arius's regime, who sought to weaken the Kingdom to path the way for its invasion. It was they, he also knew, who had planted the explosive on that day, five months ago, which killed so many and destroyed so much. Since that day, there had been a severe crackdown- this was only the latest of a long string of executions. So far hundreds of their agents had been uncovered, judged guilty, and executed. It was one thing to massacre commoners, but killing officers was a crime in a league of its own. The officer leading the firing squad barked an order, and his men raised their guns. When he barked again, they fired in unison, a thunder of shot raking the terrorists. Janos felt something in himself wither as he watched their limp corpses hang from their shackles. He did not know which one of them was his son, and yet strangely, that no longer mattered. The fact that his wife was also dead, having lept to her death shortly before the execution, also seemed to him strangely inconsequential. All other emotions were put aside to make way for cold rage, a silent, yet stifling fury, directed at the filthy jihadists and xenos, who had caused so much misery and death. For them, there would be no mercy of a quick death. *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Vice-Admiral Korwitz thus stood in the shadows, filled with a silent anger, watching with both his synthetic and his organic eye the xenos assembled here. They should launched into the vacuum of space, he thought, not welcomed among us. This will need to be rectified. He clenched his synthetic hand tightly.

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How is it that we haven't been told of this wiki? I had to go make my own to find out we had one already.

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Count Janos Korwitz

Name: Janos Korwitz Race: Human Augmentics: Janos is famous among the fleets for his cybernetic augmentations, going far beyond what is required of most officers. He has the usual implants for communicating with the ship's semi-sentience, but in the battle against the barbarian-emperor, he barely survived the destruction of his ship- and now, it's said, he lives only because of his augmentations; more man than machine, they say. Liver, heart, intestines, even the brain- all his major organs are now at least partly synthetic. Rank: Vice-admiral Alias: Grohander, the "Metal Butcher" Physical Description: The Count is a terrifying man in appearance. He has had countless augmentations, and it shows: Both legs and an arm are prosthetic, as well as an eye, and a quarter of his face. He has no hair, and what little of his face that isn't synthetic is scarred from burns. He is also gaunt and bony, as all the "additions" to his body have been traumatic to his metabolism. Personality: The Vice-Admiral is a grim man, known to be without humor, kindness, or mercy. His experience with aliens in his youth, defending his dying homeworld against the hordes of aliens that sought to conquer it, have left him deeply xenophobic, and he now obsesses with placing humans above all other species. Indeed, he is not as much loyal to the king as he is loyal to humanity, as he sees the royalty of Valyrius as the only hope against the alien threat. Personal History: Janos Korwitz was born in the year 3454 to the admirals Erra and Hornef Korwitz, the latest of an illustrious line dating back to the Arcturian Empire, on the imperial fortress-world of Plentiful Dawn. It was a planet in ruins, with the remaining defenders constantly struggling to hold off those raiders who sought to finish it off. He was drafted like all other children into the military, though due to his noble upbringing, he set aside to become an officer. At the age of twenty, after serving some time as the second to another captain, his parents both died in the Battle of the Gates, when what remained of the imperial fleets were betrayed by the mercenaries they had hired during a battle against a pirate coalition, putting the remainders in rout. Due to the ship's longstanding tradition, this made him the new captain of the Ragnarok, but he was in no position to take control of it, as the situation grew worse and worse. The raiders set a siege around Plentiful Dawn, which would last for two years. Janos spent those years the same as the rest of his kin, fighting desperately to remain alive. Food, ammunition and above all hope were becoming scarcer by the day. Much of the leadership had died at the Gates, and those who remained had scattered with the rest of the fleet. Finally, after the two, grueling years of the siege, the Valyrian fleet arrived, with the Ragnarok and the remnants of the fleet in tow, and smashed the pirates. Plentiful Dawn was annexed into the kingdom, and Janos drafted into the royal navy as the new captain of the Ragnarok. The next decades he spent in service to the King, serving with distinction, earning him the rank of Commodore. He fought against slavers, xenos, and, eventually, the fanatics of Arius. The last were a brutal enemy, one which threatened the very existence of the Kingdom. Battle after battle was fought, until finally came the decisive clash, in the Battle of Archangel. It was a close fought battle, as the mad emperor Arius outnumbered the royal forces three to one. His were conscript forces, raised from the worlds under his dominion, and so they fought with little vigor, yet the battle could still have turned either way. The emperor himself fought in a behemoth of a vessel, the much-feared Hurrengask, a ship named after his homeworld on which he had poured the resources of his empire into building. It became clear to the admiralty that if they could destroy it, the rest of his forces would rout, and so they focused their fire on it. It's defenses were indomitable, however, and for a time the battle seemed lost. Janos scrambled the Ragnarok's marines and sent them to board the Hurrengask en masse. The result was a massacre; Sixty-two percent of the force died in the first ten minutes of boarding. Nevertheless, enough damage was done to the ship from the inside to weaken its shields, and the combined firepower of the royal navy tore it apart, killing Arius along with the surviving marines in the process. For his actions in the battle, Count Korwitz was promoted to Vice-Admiral. IC Sample: WIP

The Ragnarok

Ship Name: Ragnarok Ship Type: The Ragnarok is a Demnevanni HSR3, though perhaps in name only, as its extensive modifications over the centuries have put it in a class of its own. Like other Demnevannis, it is both bulky and unwieldy. In addition, its weapons are not made for destroying spacecraft, sacrificing the raw power of other capital ships' batteries for the precision required for a shell to destroy an underground bunker. It has also been outfitted with seven extra fission reactors, which by themselves produce enough energy to power a large city. This adds an enormous strength to the Ragnarok's shields that, when added to the many layers of reinforced hull, make it rather difficult to damage. Finally, the Ragnarok has about a quarter the amount of fighters carried by other Demnevannis, having instead hundreds of Elephants, transport shuttles that are nevertheless armored and armed to the point that they can almost be considered fighters in their own right, and which can lock onto enemy ships and breach their hulls, enabling the marines within to storm them and seize the ships from within. Semi-Sentience Profile: Atlas is what the Leviathan's semi-sentience is called, and it is as old as the ship itself, dating back to the old Empire. Indeed, it still believed itself to be part of the Imperial Fleet, and stubbornly insists on calling the King "Emperor". It places great importance on tradition, and refuses to accept as captain any other than the rightful descendent and heir of its legendary captain of old, Harn Korwitz. It is as conservative in combat as out of it, preferring to take safe options rather than risky ones. Nevertheless, its wisdom is greatly respected by the crewmembers, as it has had over a millenium to gather combat data. Role: Some wars can be won in space, but most are not over until the enemy planets and outposts are captured. Unfortunately, this often entails attacking heavily fortified positions. It is in this that the Ragnarok finds its niche: It specializes in cracking open planetary fortresses. Its 10 000 marines are trained to storm hell itself, and its guns have the precision and punch required to implode bunkers up to a kilometre underground. The Ragnarok also possesses a large stock of unconventional weapons, biological, chemical, and nuclear. In short, it is the King's hammer, that smashes the petty castles of his enemies. Ship History: The Ragnarok's history dates back to the old Arcturian Empire, when it was constructed among the thousands of others of its kind, during the great drive to expand across the entire galaxy. While today the Ragnarok is among the largest vessels seen in space, certainly one of the largest HSR3s, at that epoch it was dwarfed by the behemoths that flew beside it, in the golden age of the Empire. After the battle of Milas, in which the Rival Claimants smashed the last emperor's forces and which lead to the sack of Almata, the Ragnarok was in the same situation as what was left of the Imperial fleets, isolated and without a clear purpose. Her captain elected to retreat to Plentiful Dawn, at the time only a remote colony. There, the Ragnarok found others of the fleets, and joined them in defending the last bastion of Imperial power. For a thousand years, the ship fought, against every kind of enemy imaginable. In this time, tradition came to be that the vessel would pass from father to son in a hereditary fashion. When the Valyrian fleet arrived, scattering the raiders who were threatening the very survival of Plentiful Dawn, the fortress-world was annexed into the growing kingdom, and the Ragnarok, along with its captain, Count Janos, were assimilated into the royal armadda.

Escort Ships

The Tartarus Type: Gothren-Class HSR2 Role: Supporting the Ragnarok in bombarding planetary positions Details: The Tartarus is a an old vessel, though not as old as the Ragnarok. Built in the dying days of the Empire, it was wrecked in one of the many battles of the epoch, fighting a rival faction of the Imperial Navy. It was recovered centuries later by the emerging Kingdom of Valyrius, which repaired it as best they could. The ship's AI, Hades, was beyond their understanding, however, and they were unable to fix it completely. Because of this, Hades is now known for its occasional logic errors and miscalculations, though the engineers aboard have installed failsafes so that the ship is still functional. It is currently commanded by Captain Bartrand, a fat lickspittle with little respect among his peers, and less among his crew. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Chlorine Type: Mirage HSR1 Role: Scouting for enemy vessels Details: The Chlorine- the name being an joke among its engineers that was never divulged to the admirality- is a Mirage, a relatively new ship model designed by the Kingdom, as opposed to being scavenged from Arcturian tech. Its offensive capabilities are meager for a capital ship, and its durability leaves much to be desired, but these weaknesses enable its true strength: Its speed. The Chlorine, like other mirages, is, aside from a few exceptions, one of the most maneuverable capital ships available to Royal forces. Its small size makes it easy for it to dodge incoming fire, at least compared to its larger cousins. The main purpose of Mirages, however, is to patrol, to scout, and to raid behind enemy line, destroying unprotected convoys and generally harassing the foe. The ship's AI is also named Chlorine, and it is generally lacking in personality beyond its functions, having been designed with the lesser Valyrian technology. This causes no end of annoyance to Captain Gregory, a man who insists on finding everything in life humorous. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Gdansk Type: Bulow-Nvell HSR1 Role: Destroying small strikecraft, including fighters, bombers, and fighter-bombers. Details: Like the Mirage class, Bulow-Nvells are a recent addition to the fleet, created from scratch by Valyrian scientists. They are heavily armored, and covered in flak turrets that fire in wide blasts, devastating enemy strikecraft at close range. This loadout is heavy, however, and costs in speed what is gained in defensive capabilities. The Gdansk was attached to the Ragnarok after the battle of Archangel, and Count Korwitz's subsequent promotion to Vice-Admiral. It is one of the newest capital ships built yet, under a year old. Due to its young age, it has not currently had an AI installed, and all the functions a semi-sentience serve are currently filled with an overstaffed crew. Its current captain is Urwell Podesi, a man of low birth who ascended to his rank through valiant service and bravery in battle. He is honest and kind, though perhaps too much so, given his superior.

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I wouldn't mind working with you to accommodate your character. I'd even be willing to add or change some things if needed.

@Pepperm1nts

Well, you had the idea before me, so I won't presume to push it, but here's a few suggestions: 1. That Plentiful Dawn was at least heavily fortified prior to the fall, if not founded for the purpose of being a military base. I think the high-tech fortifications that implies makes the thousand year survival of the bastion make a lot more sense. 2. That it also has several surrounding planets under its sphere of influence, maybe not populated, but covered in imperial ruins as well. The regime would have waxed and waned in power over a thousand years, so you'd expect to see planets with outposts and colonies set up during good years, and abandoned when the bad times came again.

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@Vahir: Sounds like my character's home planet. Like, almost exactly.

Admiral Rutherford was born on the frontier moon of Plentiful Dawn in the Horizon system. A once prosperous agricultural world on the Acturian Empire's frontier, it was cut off from the rest of the Empire during the war against the Rival Claimants and was, overtime, transformed into a fortress-world on the brink of former imperial territory. It was reclaimed about 40 years ago (in the Valyrian Calender) by the Kingdom of Far Valyrius. As such, Rutherford was born and raised in gargantuan underground, military installations linked together by breathtaking tunnel-highways, under what was effectively martial law. Having been the target of Rival Claimant forces, and later barbarians and petty kingdoms, Plentiful Dawn's once fertile surface was, overtime, transformed into a crater-scarred land of ash and ruin. Constant bombardment forced its citizens to live underground, and only the moon's innumerable anti-orbital-ship railguns - operated out of huge bunkers where only the gun's barrel peered out from underground - kept the numerous invasion-attempts at bay.

A member of the ruling family, Rutherford was groomed for leadership from an early age. He was expected to one day command an entire moon on what was expected to be an eternal struggle against an onslaught of barbarians and expansionist states looking to plunder the ruins of the Arcturian Empire. He was nineteen when a fleet of warships from the Kingdom of Far Valyrius entered Plentiful Dawn's orbit in the midst of what had been, at the time, a two-year-long, devastating siege by a unified coalition-fleet of scavenging aliens. Far Valyrius' ships devastated the invading force and broke the siege, later incorporating Plentiful Dawn into what was to become the new Arcturian Empire at the signing of the Concord of Dawn - an agreement that peacefully integrated the moon into the Kingdom of Far Valyrius, and guaranteed certain rights and freedoms -- thus becoming the Protectorate of Plentiful Dawn.

If it isn't absolutely necessary for it to be its own planet, you may just want to say your character is from Plentiful Dawn. Or do your own thing, I don't mind. Just saying, it's very, very close to the same thing.

@Pepperm1nts

Yeah, I can just merge them together.

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While I'm writing my sheet, I diverged on a tangent involving the world on which my character grew up. Here's what I came up which, heavily ripped from Constantinople:

Note on Havendall

[Havendall] was a military world, founded by Emperor Oren II as a base from which the Imperial Fleet could launch raids into barbarian lands, and subsequently heavily fortified as the empire's priorities shifted from agression to defense. By the sack of Almata, it had become the single most heavily fortified planet in the known galaxy, with a reputation for being impregnable. Thanks to the extensive fortifications, Havendall had survived- through a constant, desperate struggle- in the chaos that ensued the collapse of the Empire. It became a focal point for the remnants of the Imperial Fleet to regroup to early on, and was ruled thereafter by a council of High Admirals, who nevertheless refused to name one among them emperor, awaiting the return of the old Empire. It became clear, however, that the safety of Havendall wouldn't last as it caught the attention of petty kings, and in the year 2913, two thirds of the fleets departed for the kingdom of Valyrius after a long and ugly conflict between those who saw the hopeless situation of the continually-besieged citadel, and those who clung steadfast to the old traditions. This schism weakened the already feeble remnants of the fleets, and over the centuries Havendall gradually saw its control over the surrounding space errode, as barbarian autocrats encroached ever deeper in its lands. By the 33rd century, Havendall- which was still officially called the Arcturian Empire- was reduced to the planet itself, now in a ruined world now in a perpetual state of war. It was finally extinguished by Arius in the year 3479, after a long and bloody siege in which the defenders fought for every inch of soil, and which forced the would-be emperor to send in wave after wave of his men to dislodge the remainder of the Imperial Army from the expansive underground bunker system which covered the planet. But fall it did, and by the battle's end, none of the imperials who had stayed survived. The shock following the destruction of Havendall played no small part in the fervor in which the Kingdom of Valyrius rallied and defeated Arius in the Battle of Archangel. Today, Havendall is a dead world on the fringe of Valyrian space, its ruins a reminder of the glory that was lost.

Also, I realize while writing this that every time I see the kingdom's name, I'm going to imagine wizards riding space dragons. To be fair, that's pretty bitchin'.

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Hm, I've been wanting to do an RP of this style for a while now (Controlling fleets instead of warships, but hey, I'll take what I can get). I'll write up a character sheet, if you guys still have room for one more.

Hegemony of the Stars, a Sci-fi RP

I don't suppose someone else can pick up the slack and GM instead? I'd hate for my lovely NS to go to waste.