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||An external thought: The history of Kaenei||


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The history of the Serene^Union of Kaenei is one mostly whispered amongst circles of the privileged and wise. It is a course of events rarely gathered together and discussed at length. Unlike related nations, nor complete strangers it is not particularly easy to follow a static timeline, despite the best intentions of this document.

Despite this, a best effort has been laid down to help those uninitiated into the long and winding history that has unravelled before.

The evolution of Kaenei can be seperated into three distinct ages, each of which will be broken down and discussed therein. Furthermore, each age is composed of important blocks, of which again the most meaningful will be explained for the benefit of all.



The Most Serene^Union of Kaenei

Age I: The Utopian Dream.



In times long since vanished from memory, of which only the greatest deeds remain known, men of Earth once believed themselves to be at the centre of the universe. They believed the sun and the other eight planets of Sol did revolve around their world. In this sense, did they believe that they were the sum genius of the universe as a whole, and vocal point for life.

Now, men are not only more informed, but are joined in reality by the others that were privy to this same genius. Mankind truly realises its place amongst the stars is not only a far cry from the deity like stage they placed themseves on previously, but was indeed nothing more than an intermediate stage of life. Where men had cried, and warred, and murdered each other in cold blood for dozens of centuries, did he learn other life that had truly purged their hatred of each other, and descended to peace amongst themselves.

Also, did they learn of the terrible excesses of violence. Did they see what path they might walk down, of creatures bent over and foaming. Of great, rippled muscle and boring unflinching eyes. Did these creatures, known only as Orcs, stare out from their raging minds as men long since lost to violence? None could say.



Men learned much, as their Earth developed, in the calm. almost sterile clutch of Sol. But Earth was not unique in its learning curve. Just as each star visible to the eye represented a part of the galaxy fantastically far in distance from view, did other worlds prosper.

One such world, was the calm, tranquil orb of Solarri

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This small world, barely two thirds the size of the planet Earth discussed previously, was located near the Anacithan system, almost eighty one thousand light years from Terra, man and his internal struggles. Solarri was however, far more important than its size and isolated location. For the small blueorb was the seat of ultimate power for an impressively broad federation of worlds and powers.

The Caelistis Gens Empire expanded over near ten thousand light years of space. Enveloping dozens upon dozens of individual empries, and hundreds of worlds, the CGS united beyond comparable measurement in the known galaxy at the time. Never before had so many barriers been broken down, and understanding reigned in true as was the case within the borders of the CGS.

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The majority of this good feeling was directly down to the work of the then Emperor of the CGE. His full name no longer surives amongst intact Kaeneian records, nor do they continue truthfully in spoken word, but who shall be referred to here as The Droaidh-Emperator. Together with a reliable and knowledged band of loyal followrs, did word and deed spread from Solarri to worlds beyond, and more.

Of which Kaenei belongs to, none can say. Memories or deeds do not stretch this far back. It is widely believed and all but established that the people who now come to call themselves Kaeneian are descended from Solarri itself, and thus truly at the hub of the CGE. However with events later to unfold, it is entirely believable a great number of others migrated, or joined those on the homeworld so that not all are of pure genestock any longer.

At a time of true peace and understanding, did the frontiers of science fall back without belief. Advancements that would change the course of a single civillisation were the routine, wonderous acts and technologies expected and delivered. The sheer weight of ability carried by the finest minds across thousanda of light years of space could not be underestimated. It is in this true way that war was avoided, and conflict not required. Through mutual co-operation, all other targets and aims were met, and surpassed. Of those ancient and fantastical achievements, little remain. The abilities of old have not surivived the centuries that later passed, and time took bitter revenge on those that would claim to outshine the passing of a second, or minute or year.

It is supposed, and plausible that current Kaeneian gravimetric technology, being in such an advanced and well based state, is a long diluted side effect of what truly must have been world-changing abilites and stupendous power. Within the deepest, most reclusive vaults of the Aengelistorium Dominica, buried deep beneath oxygen seals, and corrosion resistors, lies the oldest written words of Kaenei. Though they come no closer than a text written yesterday to Solarri herself, it carries the written word of legend, stories of old passed down and despite undergoing dilution, still carrying a significant message.





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For a time, The Caelistis Gens Empire was all powerful. Surpassing mortal labels and truly ascending to a near perfect state of unity, and evolution. Stagnation was avoided, and pushed back with the constant search for variation. As the empire expanded, and others agreed membership or volunteered, did their own cultural differences integrate into the group. Truly was this a utopian dream.

It was around this early date that the first semblances of what would later become the machine nation of Angelus were founded. Originally designed by the The Droaidh-Emperator's son, Aelois as the controllers of the impressive armada that secured the C>G>S from all aggressors. Their full history can be found elsewhere, but sufficied to say they achieved sentience within two terran years of activation, becoming a vital and again unique link in the chain of evolution.

Admittedly. with billions united, and technologies unrivalled, the threats that were of note to such an empire were few and far between. It was perhaps this lack of opposition that sowed the smallest, tiniest seeds that would later fuel the fire that signalled the burning, and total destruction of paradise.

The quest for more was never ending. More knowledge, more resources, more citizens and more experiences. In the majority of cases, it was a simple integration that marked the end of one independent civilisation, and the beginning of another. Occasionally, a little more effort and work was required for unification. Ultimately, all were succesful in some form or other. Indeed, many rose to prominent positions within the empire, becoming influential in the fields of economics, production or in individual cases, the attention and patronage of the The Droaidh-Emperator himself.

It was one such individual, amongst one such family, amongst one such nationstate that would become as well known as anything within Kaeneian spheres. A wealthy and intelligent man, he saw the oppertunity the CGE presented the way any sane individual would. However disturbing signs of just how literal he believed in oppertunity arose quickly. His prominance diplomatically, and in bringing no less than fifteen other sentient alliances into the fold attracted the Emperator's attention. Within a sort few years, he had been invited, and accepted a place within the personnal entourage of the leader of the CGS, and only a few, short steps from ultimate glory and power.

From his lofty perch, the intelligent aide observed and noted all. Nothing of semi-worthy note escaped his attentions as every corner of the empire was in turn watched intently. Even the actions of the entourage he was a member of, was open to observation. In this way, information became a key building block of his power base.

years passed without further incidence. The Caelistis Gens continued as they always had. Nothing of note occured nor failed to pass without expectation. Beneath this glass of ordinary existance, a single speck of rain, heralding a storm of unbeleivable fury, fell. For in the time passed, the one Aide had grown to crave, and lust all. His greed reached heights not known in ten thousand years of existance and development. In a society where literally every single person was totally, and utterly trusted in their position, where an order from a high ranking individual carried out without hesitation, he was a dangerous influence indeed.

It is believed around this time, he hatched a plot of such heretical nature, of such utter contempt, that to repeat it within this document is done only with the gravest reservations. Did this nameless aide create a plan of pure maliciousness. his aim was to seize all glory and achievement in one, foul swoop. There would be no long campaign of internal trickery, there would be no external show of might. No, of this once proud inductee, the ultimate sin would be a commonplace act.

For him, the death of the The Droaidh-Emperator and his family would be the only true pathway for his ascension. Indeed.

Records do not indicate for how long this plot lay developing, or of who or what aided the creature in its embryonic catalyst. All that is certainly known, is it took one night, twenty four earth hours, for the Caelistis Gens Empire to burn.



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Age II: A night of fire.



To this day it is unknown both how and by how much the united forces of the Caelistis Gens fell to corruption. Barely any recorded deed from this time for darkness remain in the knowledge of modern Kaenei, and figures are near impossible to identify, but what is certain is a near equal shattering of the armed forces occured.

It is known only that in the space of one Terran day, twenty four hours, did this one observer, and hungerer of information arrive in orbit of Solarri. In his entourage did he take six starships, whose names are long since lost and buried. Despite the unusual proceedings of fleet movements around the Solarri system, nothing untowards was deemed.

It was a fatal error.

The next few seconds shattered the Empire for a lifetime. From high orbit, the accompanying fleet opened fire. Scathing beams of irradiating energy struck and vapourised planet defences with murderous intensity and knowledge. Without even time for the electronic intelligences to realise what was underway, were the massive, silo-like defence lasers melted in their metal tubes, rendered useless and impotent.

Concussion warheads tore through the atmosphere, arcing through non-active defense shields with a triumphant score. They buried themselved deep within solid duranium constructs, detonating with fury like nothing encountered on this tranquil orb in ten millenia of peace.

Those that would disgrace their oaths to the Droaidh-Emperator did not recieve it all their own way. Within four minutes of the initial strike, a relief force launched from Solarri's lone orbiting moon. Stopping not even to ponder tactics, nor formations, launched themselves against their hated, betrayal-bretheren. Phase distortion cannons locked together within a forboding backdrop of blue and black. Transphasic warheads detonated hulls without a care as to the balance of power behind enemy lines. Screams and agonies of countless hundreds of servicemen and women were forgotten amongst the carnage.

But there would be no simple sucess for the Rebel element, and no quick resumption of power for the loyalists.

For now they did not fight poorly armed, badly motivated extremists. This time they battled brother officers, equally well adept, equally well trained and most importantly of all, utterly convinced of their superiority over the traditional rule. For almost eighteen hours the battle waged over Solarri. The Loyalists handed the oppertunity to strike hard first, were quickly bolstered by reinforcements arriving from all stretches of the empire.

Fortunately for the self-professed "NeoEmperor", the very maligned creature that had planned and plotted and conspired all those years ago, spent his waking moments observing everytyhing and all, his forces were able to survive, thanks mainly to the hesitation of the home guard to utilise more devestating weaponry, so close to Solarri herself.

It was this, amongst other poor decisions that began the rout towards the central palace itself.

Dropping from whatever realms of physics-bending space they travelled through, such technology not even surviving in written lore to this day, the bulk of the Rebel fleet made one, swift motion. Taking their considerable numbers, they played a dangerous, calculated move.

The battle left the immediate vacinity of the CGS homeworld. The commanding craft, housing the traitor himself, and his surviving escorts, that had made up the original betrayer fleet, moved out system, swamped by rapidly arriving loyal forces. Dropping all starships in on the Solarri defensive beacon, they overwhelmed the system defence craft who had remained behind to secure whilst the bulk of the offensive loyalist fleet chased after the command carrier and her escorts.

Virtually denied any hope of detection, the System craft were utterly helpless as they were smashed aside, swamped by strength of numbers, and vapourised even as they desperately called for assistance. Realising almost too late, the surviving loyalist fleet turned back, making all speed to Solarri.

The situation to sum up, had changed markedly. Through devious and cunning tactics, and the use of the CGS temper at being betrayed, the kingdom of Solarri had been lain wide out open, soft supple skin for a sharp blade to stab, and draw blood. The surviving planet based defences worked as hard as they could ever be expected to, as the skies turned black. Swarms of landing craft blotted out the strong sun, even as natural clouds began to gather overhead, an omen of things to come.

Eventually, the point cannons and torpedo battries were overwhelmed, and fell. Millions of rebel-lusted battalions descended on the serene, ornate gardens of the outermost city sections. Discharing their weapons before they had time yet to realise their location, so eager were they to bring down the CGS and all it stood for.

From his perch at the city university, the supreme Emperator himself looked on with a resigned certainty. They had been foolish in their naivety, to think this universe could accept peace and unification. The greedy, selfish whims of those they would try and help had brought this all, and they would pay heavily for another and their sins. Despite their proximity, loyalist reinforcements were still making their way insystem, and although able to cut through the rebel supply lines, they could not make their presence felt where it would count the most.

Millions of troops poured on to the surface, dropping from orbit unchecked as the last of the automated orbital batteries fell to heavy fire and bombardment. The capital was the first to bear the full brunt of the treachery, fully three and a half million landing in the first two hours alone, and quickly razing anything and everything to the ground with phase fire, and plasma mines.

Great plumes of smoke wafted into the air around the city. Whole sectors slowly incinerated into ash, sometimes mixed with the charried mass of bones that were the only rememberance of the people who had been caught in the wave. Despite being as well trained and motivated as the rebels, the SolarriGuard found themselves easily outnumbered by a mind boggling ratio, and with no chance of immediate reinforcement. Despite a slick and brilliant campaign of precise targetting and shadow-like night raids the Rebel forces were constantly resupplied from orbit, making any blows dealt to them a delay at best, and a waste of life at worst.

With a heavy chain around his heart, and a heaving chest, the Emperator ordered that the HighGuard fall back to the central belt, abandoning the city to fire, and blood.

It is said that the dividing wall that seperated the central palace from the rest of the city was stained red with the blood of those that would do battle around its most holy walls. Perched in the best defensive positions possible, and ready, the Loyalists took a heavy reaping of souls, bodies piling up so quickly that it became a must for them to be pushed off, lest they provide a way in their eternal rest for the wall to be breached.

But all was in vain. As millions more betrayers fell from orbit to join the battle, the walls themselves creaked with the sheer throng of bodies and weaponry throwing themselves forward. Within the cold depths of space, weapons fire flew as the massive and all-powerful vessels of the third Solarri fleet collided with the rear support of the Rebel fleet. They tore a gaping hole into the despoilers, but lost precious time attempting to cut through and reach the embattled world ahead.

It is not precisely known how the outer wall was finally breached. Common legend dictates that it was the mountains of dead that rose up like obscene supports, allowed the attacking lines entry over the top, and into the complex. It is more likely that a combination of concussion warheads and sheer venomous will, with no regard for self preservation allowed a breach to develop. It is of no matter, as the fall of the palace was confirmed. Without the final bastion of protection that the outer wall provided, the minions of dishonesty and darkness poured through, killing hundreds of their own in massive crushes as they sought to enter and dispatch any against them at all haste.

Defenceless servants, running as fast as their aged legs could carry them. The younger, fragile librarixons that screamed and clawed at any who would listen. The precious few, white clad of the Guardians, giving their lives gladly as they sought to stem the tide. All were brutally cut down as they swarmed into the sanctity of the inner chambers.

Priceless datanodes, arranged into massive ever-spanning libraries that contained in some cases the sum records of civilisations long since departed and lost to this world, or of knowledge that could alter the balance of power in a sector, was vapourised and burned without thought.

Fragile, sculpted art that could lay claim to creation by the greatest artistic minds of the Empire, that could change the mood of a person for ever after, were ripped apart and trampled. Many more innocents were attacked, and violated in ways too henious to imagine here. All the while the few hundred surviving Guardians gave ready to sacrifice themselves utterly, to provide the sole means of escape for the Emperator, and what remained of his family.

Amidst the sky-spanning towers of the palace, on a windswept gravplatform, a solitary, yet giant figure regarded the carnage unravelling before him. His gaze watched over the seething mass of ravid figures, and terrible war machines that tore apart and destroyed all he had worked for and persevered to maintain. With that, the Emperator of the Caelistis Gens Empire, heavy of heart did the only thing that he could do in such circumstanves. Gathering up the last of his entourage, and secure in the knowledge of the sacrifice those around were committing, he left the palace, and Solarri.

The royal starship, of which no detail survives, was more powerful than any craft of the time nor space, escorted by the finest the CGS armada could arrange. He broke through the rebel blockade with a vengeful ease, fleeing for parts and destinations that to this day are not known.

It is around this time that Angelus left CGS space. Taking the entirety of the Armada, and seeing that all was lost, they took what little of the civilisation remained, and thusly preserved it, if nothing for than to act as a memory for all of the savage greed humankind and its like were capable of.

As the palace was hauled down, and burned. As vast towers of antiquity and beauty were ripped apart and skewed, one final attempt at a half hearted survival was made.

As the Rebellion focused its sole efforts on routing the capital, and the palace complex, the last remainders of the surviving merchant and defence fleet gathered in far orbit. Left virtually unchallenged, as little a threat as they presented, they frantically began to lift as many lives as they could from the warzone that was the surface. Titanic transport craft, hauled from the ignored civilian stations nearby, and quickly retrofitted, were filled to capacity with any and all who could board a spaceworthy transport and make for orbital lift.

Frantic work continued as every last CGS starship that could be apprehended was so, and lent to the task. As time passed, and the Betrayers turned their attention elsewhere, the narrow window closed. At once the makeshift samaritan operation came under fire. Two transports were lost in as many minutes, caught without protection as they waited for one last transport, never giving up a hope more could be saved. Without firing in return, the makeshift collection of surviving warships and tankers made for the system perimiter at all speed.

The Rebels did not give chase. Likely as they were able to destroy the escapees, the chances of considerable resistance that distance from Solarri was likely. Instead, they preferred total forced pacification.

As the last vestigies of the CGS humanitarian armada reached the jump beacon, and readied themselves for superluminal speeds, their sensors recorded the final, great act of savagery that marked the end of the supreme betrayal. Energy monitors spiked as the assembled rebel fleet began to attack the surface of the world itself, concussion cannons, weapons of unbelievable destruction, were unleashed against the unarmed and defenceless population centres of the major continents.

The fleet left before the hour had elapsed.



For almost eight months the fleeing Armada travelled. They dared not stop for longer than a day, as long range sensors indicated their near constant pursuit by gleeful rebel forces. Thoughts did not turn to Solarri, or the fate of trillions now under the iron fist of a crazed, power hungry monster. What life could be led under a leader who feared not in a second to eradicate billions?

The journey was difficult. And of a fleet numbering no less than one billion lifeforms, and thousands of ships, less than one half of them survived to appreciate their hollow triumph, in the face of such adversity. For so many long centuries, had petty pirates and minor powers grown jealous of the CGS. Inept and foolish, and in no way or stretch of the imagination a threat, they had maintained their silence, and impudent anger. But now, they took the oppertunity to strike. Attacking the outermost CGS worlds in full knowledge the supreme fleet would not come to their aid, nor assist.

In this manner, did the Armada come under almost constant attack.

The ships of the Kaeneians, who made up the majority of the present starships and people, were, though not on a par with the Angelus-operated vessels of the CGS, more than a match for the pitiful scraps that were sent after and engaged with them. For months at a time, they would present a bothersome problem at most.

However, the battle that waged seemed unendless. As natural wear and tear continued, repairs were found to be impossible. Supplies that were gathered with scarcely an hour to spare were depleted. Antimatter soon became such a rare option that the entire fleet sought to travel at sublight speeds for weeks, in an effort to conserve energy.

These bothersome pirates soon found themselves able to lay waste to one, or two starships with considerable fleets, to which they continued at for unbelievable amounts of time.

Thirty thousand light years on, and almost a third of the fleet down, the Kaeneians finally found peace, as their Armada moved outside the convenient range of their limited attack craft, and long range carriers. Yet still, there would be little in the way to celebrate. They were doomed. Not to the same standard as the Eldar of this dimension, whose eventual end was certain and timed. No, back where their ion trail drifted lay an empire of trillions. Billions of Kaeneians remained behind, most likely surviving. But under what terrible conditions? In essence, and in freedom the race of Kaenei, was at an end.

Such knowledge weighed heavily, yet it is testament to their divine belief that in one hundred and ten years of travel, they did not once question in leadership, nor quarrel amongst themselves for resources. Despite the strains, and agonies, they remained united. For what purpose sadly, none were even sure.


Age III: A second founding.


It was as this, nearly one hundred thousand light years further on, and over a century of near continious travel, that the fleet entered an unremarkable, nine planet system on the western spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy. As far as planetary systems went, it was less than promising. Only one world boasted an atmosphere that was capable of supporting life, and did indeed lay home to a blossoming, if crude pre-industrial civilisation.

It was decided there, as the fleet craft entered the maximum upper band of their hull lives, and the weariness of the travellers coupled with their wish that their children's children might see a sky once more, preperations were made to call this unremarkable orb home, for the second time.

As in common with the races of the ancient Caelistis Gens Empire, Kaeneians were a remarkably patient people. They did not rush into decisions with haste, and indeed often took an almost painful amount of time to come to a consensus on a task or choice. The Kaeneian fleet remained in far Earth orbit for nearly a decade, painstakingly analysing the orb for the most efficient and secure haven to once more start again. Over these ten years thousands of expeditions were mounted, and hundreds of species and genetic files assimilated and analysed.

Finally, a location was chosen. Amongst the rocky, splintered spires of the northernmost mountains of Earth, not far off the freezing pole that indicated the most northernly attitude, safety and isolation was assured and almost invited. Despite taking such a time to confirm this, yet more laborious studies were undertaken, their results discussed, before finally, a consensus was reached.

Though unknownst at the time, the fleet had arrived at the beginning of the year of seventeen thirty one, and to a race that bore startling similiarites to the Kaeneian people. Comparing the two, Kaenei was secure in its far greater grasp and achievements of technology and science. Utilising this, the Armada was successfully dismantled, and transported surface-side over the course of seven years.


It is there, amongst the great mountain chains and frozen rivers, amongst the deep snow and driving gales, that the people of Kaenei founded, and prospered. Utilising an almost gentle attitude to the resident Humankind, they strove to ensure their isolation, and seperation. All who approached were cunningly turned back, and those that pressed on always found little of interest to spark their curiosity.

At this time, the founding name of Kaenei was cemented. In rememberance of the true unity that the CGS had achieved, of the true partnership and diplomacy of members, and in regard of the true myriad of vessels and creatures that had made up the Armada that had journeyed to Earth, in search of peace and silence...

The Most^Serene Union was officially declared.

It is not for the course of this document to fully disclose the natural evolution of Kaenei. The society remained almost unchanged from those that made planetfall, to those that now walk the carved streets of the capital, Solarri now.

Three billion now call their home to Earth. However, not one truly regards Terra as their place of origin. An almost religious urge to never forget or dilute their heritage leads to a comprehensive history education and submersion. All Kaeneian children learn of the great betrayal, and the journey across the galaxy itself. Adults alike turn to the faded remains of that past time, preserved in complex decay-inhibitors and remember a time far off when the Serene^Union still held a place in the Heavens itself.

Only recently has change gripped Kaenei. The first extra-solar colonies being founded on the Jovian moon of Europa, and a complex series of stations and starship construction facilities around Earth and Europa once more. After many years of debate, isolation ended almost totally with the joining of the Triumvirate of Yut. Despite becoming a member almost three decades ago, the event is still fresh in the minds of many Kaeneians, who still believe they have yet to see the far reaching consequences of this decision.

Not one solitary foreigner had stepped within the Borders of the Serene^Union in almost five hundred years of Earth-based existance, until the introduction of one Lady Melyanna. Her elven heritage, hailing from the Confederacy, became not only the first true alien within an alien nation, but the first Kaeneian appointed ambassador. All communications carried out over the realms of datanetworks previously.

Only time will truly tell what will become of Kaenei. Truly lacking a purpose after their exhuasting journey, it is hard to see the point of existance that drives them. Kaeneian society is often regarded as stale, and lacking inspiration or excitement. With the lack of fresh genetic material, this is a situation unlikely to change in the near future.


POLITICS:

To find an Earth designation, an Aristocracy, though the usual negative connotation of such are misplaced. The essence of Kaeneian society has not changed since the days of Solarri herself, and the Empire. Such heightened civilisation finally ended the need for true democracy. The people trusted those in power, for those in power had nothing to gain by deceiving them.

On Earth, it is even more relevent. There is simply nothing to gain in power or status by failing in your duties as guardians of the populace, as such the set up of the Kaeneian goverment is irregular to say the least. The primary Govermental model is governed under one wing, split forth into four distinct parts.

Aengelistoria Dominica. Is the term given to any worker, no matter how lowly, through to the most powerful who work within the actual executive arm of the goverment. It is a title of considerable prestige. At the very head of the Agengelistoria Dominica, is the council select. The council is selected from the First Citizen, Department controllers, and the Overseer Aengelis, as well as a small number of qualified advisors. Together, these people determine decisions and carry them out for the good of the Serene^Union.

First Citizen Is a term akin to president, or prime minister. He is selected by the current Council Select, including the retiring First, who appoint a character they feel is suited to the incredible pressures and honourable title bestowed. He is able to bring motions before the council, and in times of extreme emergency, override the council with the backing of the Overseer Aengelis. This power has not been exercised in five hundred years of existance.

Overseer Aengelis Is the term given to the title responsible for overseeing all govermental departments, and extra-solar activities. It is akin to a vice-president. The current Overseer, Kristilanna Lgealis, is stationed in orbit of Europa. It is her responsiblity to coardinate the vast military arms of the Serene^Union, as well as the Scientia Astris. Again this post is filled by a candidate selected by the council select.

Department head Is any one individual in current administrative control of a ministry. The largest being that of Defence. In actual fact, and in rememberance of the betrayal a near millenia ago, the defence of Kaenei is split forth into two seperate agencies. Defence Solarri, encompassing all space facilities, and starships, and Defence Terra, controlling all Earth based facilities, and ground forces. Both are controlled by seperate Department heads.

The post of Intelligence Minister, whilst taking the nominal power of department head, is in reality more important than such. It is likely that the Intelligence minister will be a close friend and trusted colleague of the First, allowing them to work closely together to retain the safety of Kaenei. The current Intelligence Minister is one Minister Killthanus.

Special Advisors are selected when needed on a permanent or temporary basis. They are tasked with supplying the Council Select with the information they need to make informed and fair decisions. They are all experts on given fields that are required. An example of a permanent special advisor is the Elven lady Melyanna.


ECONOMY

The economy of the Serene^Union is a comprehensive and powerful, if unusual market force. Understanding the origin of Kaenei is vital to its function.

The Serene^Union do not trade actively with outsiders. All goods that are required are manufacuted within their borders. Becuase of their unique origins, they have never had a great need for participation on Earth economies. Money is a redundant concept within Kaenei. No Kaeneian is "paid" in the same way that foreigner recieves monetary compensation in return for services.

There are no corporations within the borders of Kaenei, for their presence would be pointless. Until a short time ago, Kaenei was more than capable of supporting itself, as it had done for centuries beforehand. With the advancement of technologies, coupled with the increasing threats of a militaristic world, the Serene^Union began trading in high gain computational systems, and limited raw materials. Seeking to increase their knowledge in neglected areas of medicine and biotechnology.

Taking their divine experience and achievements in the field of gravimetric technology, and their undoubted mastery of the art of defying such a natural force, Kaenei exchanged said mastery for the furtherment of their species. Great leaps in medical technology, and the raw materials needed to continue expansions of fleet operations were garnered.

At this time, many powerful economies overshadow that of Kaenei. It makes little difference to those inside the borders of the Serene^Union, for it is not a concern. Money is not, and will never be a prevailing factor in the social outlook, or economical needs of the people.


BIOLOGY


It is a requirement that it be pointed out the stark differences between a Kaeneian and a Terran Human. Despite physical similiarity bordering on relation, the two species are genetically seperate.

Kaeneians retain a prevailance to taller heights than a Human, with anything below five foot eleven being considered highly unusual for a fully matured adult.

Through natural evolution, on Solarri and beyond, Kaeneian body temperature has never reached the tropical heights of a Human. Furtherd by their location in a naturally chilly environment, Kaeneians much prefer a colder, borfering on the uncomfortable temperature that often unsettles many humanoid species.

The time period of gestation for a Kaeneian child is seven months, compared to the Human nine month term.

The Immune system of a Kaeneian is markedly superior to that of a Terran Human. Aggressive immunio-enhancement technology long since implemented before settling on Terra has resulted in a body that can resist disease to a greater standard than a Terran Human.

Although purely cosmetic, the hair shade of "blonde" is extremely rare amongst Kaeneians. Fewer than eight per hundred are born with this colouration, and it was often thought of as a lucky omen amongst more "conservative" elements.

Unfortunately so, the Terran Human is in posesssion of a considerably more efficient liver system. Specifically in the breakdown of hydrocarbon compounds, similiar to alcohol. Kaeneian alcoholic bevarages are often commented on as "weak" when rarely experienced outside of their borders, despite boasting a taste that is overlooked when one is merely seeking to become "legless."

The Kaeneian visual spectrum is markedly different to its Terran Human counterpart, in rather that the Kaeneian retina casts an off blue glow against vision, meaning that to all intents and purposes, Kaeneians see their world in a slightly bluish tinge.


SOCIAL OUTLOOK

A typical Kaeneian mind is far more organised, and less prone to emotional outbursts than its Terran counterpart. Whilst hardly devoid of those feelings, it is felt more efficient and less foolish to allow them free reign in a sentient mind. Often provoking the blinded observation that Kaeneians are as unimaginative as the Electronic Intelligences they spawn.

Bustling crowds, bright colours and what can be generally regarded as a "party atmosphere" are all found distastful by native Kaeneians, and avoided. They prefer silence to noise, and are often very loathe to befriend or truly open up to non-natives, though they will at all times remain polite.

ARCHITECTURE

The various structures of Kaenei are remarkably different to many other foreign constructs. Preferring not to cluster together, and create senses of claustraphobia, Kaeneians far prefer the concept of space management, and asthetic concerns, without comprimising on efficieny.

The Tower is a pinnacle of Kaenei craft. Never has such a simple, and open idea spawned a myriad of solution. From the city spanning, cloud grasping behemoth of Administration One, to the small, compact habiation towers that house many Kaeneians to this day. It is the favoured form of construction, and given this there is often an almost a deliberate expanse of space between.

Another unusual concept is the shunning of tungsten filament lighting or thereabouts. Having long ago practiced and perfected the concept of photo-chemical illumination, a very different concept, achieving much the same aim is the norm.

An unremarkable, greenish liquid is circulatedf through opaque piping, or whatever shape is the required fitting. When stimulated with various electrochemical agents, the liquid is persuaded to shine brightly, providing illumination. The preferrd tone is an darkish blue, though standard white light is tolerable.

CULTURAL DISLIKES AND TABOOS

It is common, dating back from the original incident of displacement, for the colour Red to be despised. It is said the traitor armies of Solarri repainted their armour this colour, in preperation of the slaughter that was to follow, and of the coming betrayal. Red is incorporated into the Kaeneian two-headed eagle, the national flag and symbol, representing the failure of the CGS to endure the terrible rebellion.

The colour white, on the opposite hand is much appreciated. Its purity, is very much its attraction, and a great many schemes incorporate it.

Amongst all things that disgusts a Kaeneian the most is the concept of Betrayal. No matter on how trivial a level, as though genetically written into their very DNA, the people of Kaenei find the idea of renegading on anothers trust to be a savage and filthy act. It is with this reason that few were encouraged by the end of the isolation, despite the benefits.

Incest is a far more harshly dealt topic than in many other cultures, becuase of the origins and paths of Kaenei. During one hundred years, the time taken from the journey from Solarri to Earth, great steps were taken to ensure that no unlawful nor unhealthy relationships could take root. In such limited spaces, sorrounded by a stale and often unchanging population, arguably extreme countermeasures were taken against those found guilty of even the most tenious case.

Bloodlines were not mixed, regardless of the distance from relation and the nonexistant chance of genetic contamination.



OOC: And thats about it.

well writ.