Yesterday the Galactic Council, in all it's glory, deemed it necessary to instruct starship technicians everywhere to no longer repair certain pieces of equipment it has deemed "sensitive."
Who is the Galactic Council exactly? And why have they decided they should act in such a way that is so contrary to the Factional security of the Union? The Cloaking Device and the Strong Electronic Countermeasure are staples in the arsenal of the Union Fleet. Now more than ever with the uncovering of the existence of a shadow faction who's roots lay deep within the soil of our society the Union needs to be free to use whatever means deemed necessary by the Inner Assembly to defend our space.
I fear Clutch-Brothers and Far-Cousins that the Galactic Council has become to heavily involved with the inner circles of the Empire. Who else has such first hand knowledge of the damage a massing of our cloaked warships can inflict? Who else but the oppressors of Keldana, the Ska'ari, have so much to gain from this legislative hobbling of our war potential? Who else still has graveyards full of hulls blasted by Fleet missiles guided by ECCMs?
Why not simply forbid the construction of these vital devices all together? Because, cowardly as they may be, the Ska'ari are smart. They know that this is what they can get away with. Today the Galactic council forbids the repairing of "sensitive" equipment and we may grumble. A year from now they will dupe us into abandoning them all together and as things go we may grumble some more.
A year after that and the Ska'ari may well have conquered their way into our homes without ever firing a shot.
So, my clutch-brothers and far-cousins in the Union, I encourage you, nay, I implore you to ignore the Galactic Councils edict that our vital equipment should no longer be repaired at our own Starbases. It is not the place of some government to tell you who and what you can and can't do business with.
The Galactic Council is a relic from a dark time that has grown corrupt under the influence of the oppressors of the sister-grandmothers.
The Union is the Future.
The Union is Strength.
Thank you.
About Me
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Letter Home
Dearest Clutch-Mothers:
I am sorry that I have not written you in so long. I hope the weather of the Low Country greets you as well as the weather of Zaniah greets me. During the war I was too busy to write. I became consumed with freeing our far-cousins. After the war I was laid low. My faith in the cause had been shaken. I did not feel worthy to have communication with you.
Now I am back at the world where my faith was tested. I feel like I must speak my soul to you.
It was the last days of my participation in the war with the Empire as commander of one of the Don's missile destroyers. The Zaniah sector was the only remaining Union outpost in the East Pardus Rim and we suspected an assault was imminent. From orbit my sensor officer Neelae, who i believe is the first-daughter to clutch mother Everose, alerted me to Imperial signatures coming from the surface. It was a Shadow Stealth Craft. Agreements with the local government prohibited me from ordering fire while the Imperial ship was still in orbit over Zaniah so gave the order to wait. As soon as the Shadow left orbit we pounced.
My gunners and navigators gave the Imperial a hellish chase all the way to the wormhole to Reaperspace. Unfortunately- or fortunately I do not know. The Shadow's small size prevented us from delivering the killer shot. Now at the worm hole I again ordered my crew to wait for the Shadow to move. Instead of evasive maneuvers we received a signal.
"Put it through." I ordered.
On the screen before me was a Keldon girl. Young, beautiful, and innocent.
"Why was my ship almost destroyed.... by your guns?"
I was perplexed. Her alliance flag did not register as neutral in the database. It was all I could to to keep my jaw from gaping. Somehow I managed to keep my military composure.
"There is a war on. Or have you been under a rock the past two months?"
Apparently she had been. She explained that she had been on Zaniah visiting family for some time. She knew nothing of the war with the Union. After hearing this I instructed her to keep flying south for the PASS EMP military outposts and she would have no further quarrel from me. She thanked me, the screen blinked off, and she was gone.
I gave command of the bridge to Martex, who is first-son to clutch-mother Marlease if I am not mistaken, and retired to my quarters. I was crushed. I had almost ordered the murder of an innocent child. One of the very beings I was trying to save. I began to think back to my past actions. The Sirion had destroyed two Constrictor-class heavy freighters. How many Keldons had been aboard them?
Who was the bigger criminal? The Emperor for lying to Keldons their entire lives or me for murdering them for being lied to? A few days later I resigned the Sirion's commission as a warship and moved what remained of the crew to this Behemoth we are flying now.
As you know the Union did not win the war. We did not liberate the sister grandmothers like I told you we would. My faith in the methods was shaken that day in the Zaniah sector. But not my faith in the goal. I am not yet convinced that unification can be brought without bloodshed.
Until bloodshed is wrought again I hope to further the cause through peaceful communication.
I may not return home again for some time. I will try to keep your sons and daughters safe.
Give my love to the youngest of my clutch-brothers and sisters.
-Dex
I am sorry that I have not written you in so long. I hope the weather of the Low Country greets you as well as the weather of Zaniah greets me. During the war I was too busy to write. I became consumed with freeing our far-cousins. After the war I was laid low. My faith in the cause had been shaken. I did not feel worthy to have communication with you.
Now I am back at the world where my faith was tested. I feel like I must speak my soul to you.
It was the last days of my participation in the war with the Empire as commander of one of the Don's missile destroyers. The Zaniah sector was the only remaining Union outpost in the East Pardus Rim and we suspected an assault was imminent. From orbit my sensor officer Neelae, who i believe is the first-daughter to clutch mother Everose, alerted me to Imperial signatures coming from the surface. It was a Shadow Stealth Craft. Agreements with the local government prohibited me from ordering fire while the Imperial ship was still in orbit over Zaniah so gave the order to wait. As soon as the Shadow left orbit we pounced.
My gunners and navigators gave the Imperial a hellish chase all the way to the wormhole to Reaperspace. Unfortunately- or fortunately I do not know. The Shadow's small size prevented us from delivering the killer shot. Now at the worm hole I again ordered my crew to wait for the Shadow to move. Instead of evasive maneuvers we received a signal.
"Put it through." I ordered.
On the screen before me was a Keldon girl. Young, beautiful, and innocent.
"Why was my ship almost destroyed.... by your guns?"
I was perplexed. Her alliance flag did not register as neutral in the database. It was all I could to to keep my jaw from gaping. Somehow I managed to keep my military composure.
"There is a war on. Or have you been under a rock the past two months?"
Apparently she had been. She explained that she had been on Zaniah visiting family for some time. She knew nothing of the war with the Union. After hearing this I instructed her to keep flying south for the PASS EMP military outposts and she would have no further quarrel from me. She thanked me, the screen blinked off, and she was gone.
I gave command of the bridge to Martex, who is first-son to clutch-mother Marlease if I am not mistaken, and retired to my quarters. I was crushed. I had almost ordered the murder of an innocent child. One of the very beings I was trying to save. I began to think back to my past actions. The Sirion had destroyed two Constrictor-class heavy freighters. How many Keldons had been aboard them?
Who was the bigger criminal? The Emperor for lying to Keldons their entire lives or me for murdering them for being lied to? A few days later I resigned the Sirion's commission as a warship and moved what remained of the crew to this Behemoth we are flying now.
As you know the Union did not win the war. We did not liberate the sister grandmothers like I told you we would. My faith in the methods was shaken that day in the Zaniah sector. But not my faith in the goal. I am not yet convinced that unification can be brought without bloodshed.
Until bloodshed is wrought again I hope to further the cause through peaceful communication.
I may not return home again for some time. I will try to keep your sons and daughters safe.
Give my love to the youngest of my clutch-brothers and sisters.
-Dex
Thursday, January 24, 2008
This Pilot
This pilot sits in the command chair of a cavern. This pilot looks at lines and lines of inventory. At patches of green and red. This pilot sighs as his tail brushes the cold deck beneath. This pilot looks at his crew. The core of this pilot's crew have been with him since he took command of one of the Union's red missile boats. They were young then. Their eyes were wide as they looked to the stars for the first time unfiltered by the atmosphere of the New-Homeworld. This pilot hand picked his crew from the lower families of his clan. They serve this pilot well. They represent the low-country well.
Their clutch mothers would be proud.
This pilot is saddened at the thought of the clutch-mothers. The war took some of this pilot's brave low-countrylizards. The Sirion was a mighty ship but the Empire broke her three times. Ten mourning clutch-mothers.
This pilot looks at more lines of inventory; Robots bound for Sargas and Drugs for the Sector.
This pilot looks at a navigation screen showing him a galaxy passing him by.
This pilot sighs. He is a warrior without a war.
Their clutch mothers would be proud.
This pilot is saddened at the thought of the clutch-mothers. The war took some of this pilot's brave low-countrylizards. The Sirion was a mighty ship but the Empire broke her three times. Ten mourning clutch-mothers.
This pilot looks at more lines of inventory; Robots bound for Sargas and Drugs for the Sector.
This pilot looks at a navigation screen showing him a galaxy passing him by.
This pilot sighs. He is a warrior without a war.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Final Message to the Resistance
Brothers and Sisters,
We have not forgotten you. The galaxy is in flux. Keep close to your hearts the message of hope. Someday you will tell your grandchildren stories of an empire past.
This will be the final message to you for some time.
--------------------------------------------END TRANSMISSION
We have not forgotten you. The galaxy is in flux. Keep close to your hearts the message of hope. Someday you will tell your grandchildren stories of an empire past.
This will be the final message to you for some time.
--------------------------------------------END TRANSMISSION
Monday, December 3, 2007
Call To Arms
This subspace transmission is being beamed behind empire lines piggybacked on an advertisement to avoid the jamming net:
Brothers and Sisters,
Over the past few cycles the Union struck a heroic blow against the Ska menace. Six great engines of oppression were taken away from the enemy in the Empire Pardus Contingent. A Union fleet, supplemented by Federal forces, struck the sector of Heze. Almost simultaneously a wholly Union fleet attacked Procyon. Heze now exists as a liberated sector and in Nari the citizens of Nari two have taken so well to the freedom of Union rule that in just a few weeks these industrious people have built their first Scorpion at the Nari II Fleet yards. Some day a Son of the Union will defend you with a battleship made in what was formerly the playground of the emperor and his sick minions.
We are now fighting the Empire in their territory instead of ours.
But the fight is not over.
As I broadcast the emperor marshals his forces. Now is your time. We have received intelligence that garrisons in the Keldon core will be redeployed to bases in the Pardus Cluster and Pardus Rim clusters. Now it is the time to rise up and throw off the Ska'ari oppressors. Your local cell commanders will be contacted by our operatives. But they can only lead the way. You must take the initiative. You must be the agent of your own liberation.
We will take the pressure off. We will make the emperor cast his eye some place else. Take back what is yours. Take back your birthright. You, my brothers and sisters, are the ones who brought this great age of discovery to the galaxy. The Ska'ari will trample on your legacy no longer. For they are shrewd mathematicians, faced with a two front war out in the galaxy and a bloody insurgency behind their own lines, they will take any bargain they can get. We are not required to kill every one of them, we must only beat them back until clutching our homes in their pincers is not worth the pain.
Tonight, after you send your hatchlings to sleep, gaze up at the stars. Find Sirius and know that we are there. Find the star Procyon and know that we are there. Now look upon your own horizon on whatever world you live, and know that we are there too.
As always, check your usual drops.
Dog star no star.
Dog star no star.
Rocking chairs rock empty in the empire.
Rocking chairs rock empty in the empire.
------------------------------------END TRANSMISSION
Brothers and Sisters,
Over the past few cycles the Union struck a heroic blow against the Ska menace. Six great engines of oppression were taken away from the enemy in the Empire Pardus Contingent. A Union fleet, supplemented by Federal forces, struck the sector of Heze. Almost simultaneously a wholly Union fleet attacked Procyon. Heze now exists as a liberated sector and in Nari the citizens of Nari two have taken so well to the freedom of Union rule that in just a few weeks these industrious people have built their first Scorpion at the Nari II Fleet yards. Some day a Son of the Union will defend you with a battleship made in what was formerly the playground of the emperor and his sick minions.
We are now fighting the Empire in their territory instead of ours.
But the fight is not over.
As I broadcast the emperor marshals his forces. Now is your time. We have received intelligence that garrisons in the Keldon core will be redeployed to bases in the Pardus Cluster and Pardus Rim clusters. Now it is the time to rise up and throw off the Ska'ari oppressors. Your local cell commanders will be contacted by our operatives. But they can only lead the way. You must take the initiative. You must be the agent of your own liberation.
We will take the pressure off. We will make the emperor cast his eye some place else. Take back what is yours. Take back your birthright. You, my brothers and sisters, are the ones who brought this great age of discovery to the galaxy. The Ska'ari will trample on your legacy no longer. For they are shrewd mathematicians, faced with a two front war out in the galaxy and a bloody insurgency behind their own lines, they will take any bargain they can get. We are not required to kill every one of them, we must only beat them back until clutching our homes in their pincers is not worth the pain.
Tonight, after you send your hatchlings to sleep, gaze up at the stars. Find Sirius and know that we are there. Find the star Procyon and know that we are there. Now look upon your own horizon on whatever world you live, and know that we are there too.
As always, check your usual drops.
Dog star no star.
Dog star no star.
Rocking chairs rock empty in the empire.
Rocking chairs rock empty in the empire.
------------------------------------END TRANSMISSION
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
PASSing Through
This subspace transmission is being beamed behind empire lines piggybacked on an advertisement to avoid the jamming net:
Brothers and Sisters,
A heroic battle was fought yesterday inside Empire space. After receiving intelligence that an
Empire military outpost had been neglected by the vaunted Ska'ari Military Industrial complex, a group of Union fighters hastily made for Pass EMP-05. A fleet of Union warships converged on the military outpost to hold the door open for as long as possible. For the next few hours the Empire Keldon Core was open.
Relief supplies, support commandos, weapons and equipment went through the wall and are on their way to those of you listening in the resistance.
But all good things must come to an end and a pair of unwitting Imperial warships met their
demise at the hands of the Union fleet. With the Ska'ari Navy alerted the clock bega The Union fleet's foot in the door would not last for longer. PASC after PASC was sighted mn ticking.oving into the area. The Union fleet leader bravely told the officers under his command to hold the line.
When the assault on the military outpost finally came another Imperial fell under the withering fire of NN550 fleet missiles. With the door slammed shut the Union fleet broke for the neutral zone. In the ensuing fire fight two brave Union warships were destroyed.
The Battle of PASS-EMP 5 was over. The 3-2 kill score does not do justice to the importance of this battle. Hundreds of soldiers supported by a handful of Union warships made it covertly into Empire space. These operatives will work with your unit commanders in operations to come in the next few days. Keep fighting the good fight and as always check your usual drop locations.
Winters sun melts lead.
Winters sun melts lead.
The royal hall enters midnight.
The royal hall enters midnight.
Brothers and Sisters,
A heroic battle was fought yesterday inside Empire space. After receiving intelligence that an
Empire military outpost had been neglected by the vaunted Ska'ari Military Industrial complex, a group of Union fighters hastily made for Pass EMP-05. A fleet of Union warships converged on the military outpost to hold the door open for as long as possible. For the next few hours the Empire Keldon Core was open.Relief supplies, support commandos, weapons and equipment went through the wall and are on their way to those of you listening in the resistance.
demise at the hands of the Union fleet. With the Ska'ari Navy alerted the clock bega The Union fleet's foot in the door would not last for longer. PASC after PASC was sighted mn ticking.oving into the area. The Union fleet leader bravely told the officers under his command to hold the line.When the assault on the military outpost finally came another Imperial fell under the withering fire of NN550 fleet missiles. With the door slammed shut the Union fleet broke for the neutral zone. In the ensuing fire fight two brave Union warships were destroyed.
The Battle of PASS-EMP 5 was over. The 3-2 kill score does not do justice to the importance of this battle. Hundreds of soldiers supported by a handful of Union warships made it covertly into Empire space. These operatives will work with your unit commanders in operations to come in the next few days. Keep fighting the good fight and as always check your usual drop locations.
Winters sun melts lead.
Winters sun melts lead.
The royal hall enters midnight.
The royal hall enters midnight.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Intercepted Revelations
The following message was intercepted by a Union listening post somewhere in the South Pardus Rim and was decoded thanks to the heroic sacrifice of several deep cover operatives who were killed shortly after decoder data was transmitted to Union Intelligence officers:
Message Origin: Ska
Message Destination:??????
Encryption Classification: Omicron
Begin Message>>>>>
The high command has initiated program 2. Any messages concerning program 2 are for tier one eyes only. Tier two officers, even nobles are to be separated from any information concerning program 2. Conglomo nobles are to be separated from any information involving program 2. Even Conglomo tier one nobles. Once the reliability of program 2 has been assured in testing against undesirables program 3 can begin. Begin conditioning planetoid class cruiser hulls for program 3.
End Message>>>>>
Message Origin: Ska
Message Destination:??????
Encryption Classification: Omicron
Begin Message>>>>>
The high command has initiated program 2. Any messages concerning program 2 are for tier one eyes only. Tier two officers, even nobles are to be separated from any information concerning program 2. Conglomo nobles are to be separated from any information involving program 2. Even Conglomo tier one nobles. Once the reliability of program 2 has been assured in testing against undesirables program 3 can begin. Begin conditioning planetoid class cruiser hulls for program 3.
End Message>>>>>
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