Phalanix
30-01-2006, 21:56
The once mighty Phalanixian Empire, what she lacked in size she made up in her will to fight. Almost ironic that fate would have her fall at the end of her third and final civil war.
It was once thought that the Darkest Days for her were shortly after her forces triumphed over the rebellion in the second civil war when an unknown force assaulted and almost took over the capital city. At a high price she beat back her attackers and slaughtered all but the few who defected.
However the truly darkest were in the final days of the third civil war, four AE assault cruisers defolded directly over Phalanix in the Sol system and bombarded the nation with every weapon they had. On that day the AE grew bold and also assaulted Reach with everything they had, they proved to be the elite fighting force they were created to be when they managed to bomb Reach and render most of the Epsilon Eridain system to slag. Since then tales of PSN and AE ships working together around Epsilon Eridain could be heard in bars however the home nation was almost non-existent it seemed, just a wasteland. Not for much longer.
The small town of Rin had mostly been a quiet place to stop for travelers and one of the few towns that dared to be near the ruins. For the past twenty-five years scavengers had been going into the radioactive ruins to attempt to recover some form of military equipment to sell. Though most of the time they were killed by the radiation and other things that still were in the ruins. However some scavengers got lucky and would hit it big by bringing back a tank or some form of weapon that could be sold to the warlords, gangs, or who ever would buy them, usually it was the warlords.
Knightly had been contemplating what to do, three civil wars, four expansion campaigns, and almost thrity years on the run from the government and now he was finally a free man so to speak. Though his history of combat, escape, and survival could never escape him. Every now and then a bounty hunter would come after him because some warlord wanted him in his or her army so they could gain control of the wasteland of a nation.
He cared little for the petty squabbles of warlords. However he cared about the situation involving the recent increase in organized salvage parties returning with more wounded members and military documents. The chance they may dig up his own personal file worried him, the thought of slavers hunting him down didn’t sit to well in his gut (though it might have been his lunch, a non-radioactive criminal is so hard to find).
It was once thought that the Darkest Days for her were shortly after her forces triumphed over the rebellion in the second civil war when an unknown force assaulted and almost took over the capital city. At a high price she beat back her attackers and slaughtered all but the few who defected.
However the truly darkest were in the final days of the third civil war, four AE assault cruisers defolded directly over Phalanix in the Sol system and bombarded the nation with every weapon they had. On that day the AE grew bold and also assaulted Reach with everything they had, they proved to be the elite fighting force they were created to be when they managed to bomb Reach and render most of the Epsilon Eridain system to slag. Since then tales of PSN and AE ships working together around Epsilon Eridain could be heard in bars however the home nation was almost non-existent it seemed, just a wasteland. Not for much longer.
The small town of Rin had mostly been a quiet place to stop for travelers and one of the few towns that dared to be near the ruins. For the past twenty-five years scavengers had been going into the radioactive ruins to attempt to recover some form of military equipment to sell. Though most of the time they were killed by the radiation and other things that still were in the ruins. However some scavengers got lucky and would hit it big by bringing back a tank or some form of weapon that could be sold to the warlords, gangs, or who ever would buy them, usually it was the warlords.
Knightly had been contemplating what to do, three civil wars, four expansion campaigns, and almost thrity years on the run from the government and now he was finally a free man so to speak. Though his history of combat, escape, and survival could never escape him. Every now and then a bounty hunter would come after him because some warlord wanted him in his or her army so they could gain control of the wasteland of a nation.
He cared little for the petty squabbles of warlords. However he cared about the situation involving the recent increase in organized salvage parties returning with more wounded members and military documents. The chance they may dig up his own personal file worried him, the thought of slavers hunting him down didn’t sit to well in his gut (though it might have been his lunch, a non-radioactive criminal is so hard to find).