Penguenia
13-12-2004, 06:48
Nactal has always been a nice planet; its soft pinkish blue skies wiped with white smears of cloud always left an impression on the many offworlders I’d met. From its vast oceans to its snowy peaks nestled within Terran Pine forests, Nactal is truly one of the most beautiful planets in the universe. The tranquility and beauty of this place had endured through planetary wars and an imperial takeover. No one would expect the thing that would shatter that tranquility forever to come from those who claimed to love Nactal the most.
The Penguenians had come twelve years ago and invited us into their Empire, and offered my father – then the elected Administrator of Nactal - a Patents of Nobility if he surrendered the world willingly to Imperial rule. No one really wanted to swear fealty to their Emperor – Raziel – but father didn’t have very much of a choice; all he could think of was the wellbeing of his people. Although many voices cried out to resist and have our world die in a blaze of glory and defiance, or more appropriately from the Penguenian’s Atomic Destabilizing Flux-Arc Cannons, he surrendered to them. At that moment he ceased to be Administrator Urilean Yore and became His Imperial Magistrate Urilean Yore, Duke of Nactal, Under-Protector of the Nactal system.
Over the years to follow, most Nactalians came to admit that the admission into the Penguenian Dominion had turned out for the better. They had increased the standard of living for the lower and middle classes significantly, provided free healthcare to all, started massive public works projects, and numerous other things. However, their most gracious gift was an autonomous self defense fleet of two hundred ships; a unique, majestic fleet commissioned specifically for the protection of the Nactal system. The unfortunate thing was, though, only most Nactalians accepted the Penguenians, and most is defiantly not all.
Former Vice-Administrator Victor Pinde, a fat little man who had been my father’s friend since they were students in the same university, had also been offered a Patents of Nobility when the Penguenians came. Although he and my father were the best of friends they disagreed on how to best protect the people. Disagreements were usually welcome between the two, they felt they provided each other balance on critical issues, but this time the disagreement was far too serious to simply come to a middle ground on. Victor refused the patents, and continued to call for the “great struggle” to continue and that he wouldn’t turn away from the people of Nactal in this “time of need.” He was ordered to be executed by the leader of the Penguenian temporary authority under one Grand Admiral Nicholas Myers, but my father pardoned him upon his ascension to nobility. The last words spoken between the two amidst stern and shameful tears were, “You should have let them kill me, my greatest friend,” and, “This I know, but my heart would never allow it.”
My father paid with his life, and damned the lives of billions of Penguenians and Nactalians, all for his mistake of allowing his ‘greatest friend’ to live. Nactal didn’t deserve what would happen from this seemingly insignificant act of kindness, but the events would happen regardless. I am Viscountess Elirea Yore, and this is the story of Nactal’s End.
OOC: After I get the groundwork laid out, this will become open by request. I will put a note after the first few posts are made that the RP has become open, then TG me with a character you'd like to play. Your character can be a hero and do all that cool heroic stuff, but nothing will change the outcome of my story. If no one shows interest in RP, I'll continue the story anyway for my own satisfaction. All of this is subject to change though.
The Penguenians had come twelve years ago and invited us into their Empire, and offered my father – then the elected Administrator of Nactal - a Patents of Nobility if he surrendered the world willingly to Imperial rule. No one really wanted to swear fealty to their Emperor – Raziel – but father didn’t have very much of a choice; all he could think of was the wellbeing of his people. Although many voices cried out to resist and have our world die in a blaze of glory and defiance, or more appropriately from the Penguenian’s Atomic Destabilizing Flux-Arc Cannons, he surrendered to them. At that moment he ceased to be Administrator Urilean Yore and became His Imperial Magistrate Urilean Yore, Duke of Nactal, Under-Protector of the Nactal system.
Over the years to follow, most Nactalians came to admit that the admission into the Penguenian Dominion had turned out for the better. They had increased the standard of living for the lower and middle classes significantly, provided free healthcare to all, started massive public works projects, and numerous other things. However, their most gracious gift was an autonomous self defense fleet of two hundred ships; a unique, majestic fleet commissioned specifically for the protection of the Nactal system. The unfortunate thing was, though, only most Nactalians accepted the Penguenians, and most is defiantly not all.
Former Vice-Administrator Victor Pinde, a fat little man who had been my father’s friend since they were students in the same university, had also been offered a Patents of Nobility when the Penguenians came. Although he and my father were the best of friends they disagreed on how to best protect the people. Disagreements were usually welcome between the two, they felt they provided each other balance on critical issues, but this time the disagreement was far too serious to simply come to a middle ground on. Victor refused the patents, and continued to call for the “great struggle” to continue and that he wouldn’t turn away from the people of Nactal in this “time of need.” He was ordered to be executed by the leader of the Penguenian temporary authority under one Grand Admiral Nicholas Myers, but my father pardoned him upon his ascension to nobility. The last words spoken between the two amidst stern and shameful tears were, “You should have let them kill me, my greatest friend,” and, “This I know, but my heart would never allow it.”
My father paid with his life, and damned the lives of billions of Penguenians and Nactalians, all for his mistake of allowing his ‘greatest friend’ to live. Nactal didn’t deserve what would happen from this seemingly insignificant act of kindness, but the events would happen regardless. I am Viscountess Elirea Yore, and this is the story of Nactal’s End.
OOC: After I get the groundwork laid out, this will become open by request. I will put a note after the first few posts are made that the RP has become open, then TG me with a character you'd like to play. Your character can be a hero and do all that cool heroic stuff, but nothing will change the outcome of my story. If no one shows interest in RP, I'll continue the story anyway for my own satisfaction. All of this is subject to change though.