Five Civilized Nations
27-03-2006, 08:05
(OOC: This is a story RP that focuses upon the reconstruction of my nation. I've been inactive for about a year and this pretty much details the time period after that inactivity. Please keep tags to a minimum. If you wish to participate, shoot me an email or TG with what you plan to do, e.g. contact RPing, and we can work something out.
Please note that this is Future Tech and occurs in space.)
With the much mourned passing of Leto Crusade the Eternal, the fifteenth and longest reigning member to sit upon the August Throne and rule the Five Civilized Nations, a power struggle erupted between his would be heirs. Amidst the chaos of war, it was clear that the originally omnipotent Star Realm had reached its fiery conclusion. War tore apart what few fragile links that existed between the systems and planets that made up what was once a glorious empire that stretched across a galaxy. As what was originally presumed to be a short war raged on across Caladan (M96) Galaxy, dragging on interminably for several decades, the long suffering people of the empire continuously lamented their terrible fate and prayed incessantly for the conclusion of the destructive conflict. As the fifth decade of warfare came and went, the last few unified military forces attempting to reestablish the empire, found themselves dissolving in the face of growing apathy and the understanding that reunification was high nigh impossible. As the people existed wearily in this uneasy peace, a state of anarchy soon established itself across the galaxy. Many long and harsh years of devastation and turmoil greeted the survivors of this horrific and protracted civil war.
It was at this point in the course of human events that a remarkable man found himself thrust into the limelight of interplanetary and interstellar affairs. A distant relation to the former Imperial family, this man had witnessed the terrible devastation and scourging of several planets, including his homeward, the planet of Cala, the former Capital World of the Five Civilized Nations. An accomplished pilot and an unparalleled military tactician, this man had served briefly under one of the several heirs that had sought to claim their heritage. But when it was clear that peace through war could not be achieved, this man resigned, returning to his war ravaged homeworld. Amidst the wasteland created by the systematic use of high yield nuclear technology, this man began to build the foundations of a new empire, in hopes of bringing order to the chaos and anarchy that plagued the remnants of a once proud empire.
His name was Gaius Noventa.
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Within his mountain outpost built into the highest peak of the planet, Gaius endlessly paced the length of his large study, his mind a whirl of thoughts, as he planned his bid to reunify the empire.
Appearance wise, it was clear that the years had not been kind to the man destined to do what fifty years of warfare had failed to do. Although Gaius Noventa wasn’t even forty years of age, high levels of stress and extensive exposure to radiation on Cala made him look and feel like he was in his mid fifties, a large difference that greatly paralleled everything that the Star Realm had endured. However, due to several longevity treatments and numerous cybernetic enhancements, Gaius was quite fit and able.
However, the problems that he held were not physical, but mental. The overall anarchy and the indifference of the population that existed on all of the planets that formerly made up the Star Realm were proving to be quite a difficult challenge to surmount.
With a heavy sigh of resignation, Gaius sat down hard upon his comfortable felt leather chair. Leaning back, he gazed long and hard upon two photos that sat upon his desk. The first was his distinguished grandfather, Rayus Jonas Noventa, a simple man that had advanced to eventually become a ranking military officer in the Star Realm. The second was the picture of Gaius’s grand-uncle, Leto Crusade, the last person to sit securely upon the August Throne. These two men had served as Gaius’s inspiration throughout his entire life, motivating him to accomplish deeds to mirror those of his forebears. But it was clear that the task before him was not something one man could accomplish. Although he had the support of many who pined for the bygone days of the glorious empire, his support was limited to his devastated homeworld.
His eyes closed in concentration as he searched for a way to do the impossible. But as the hours, days, and months passed without an answer to his conundrum, despair slowly rooted itself within his mind.
How can I achieve what some fifty years of warfare and negotiations failed to accomplish? This mess was created by the previous generation who failed utterly to resolve it. Now, my generation, whittled down by the effects of such a long war. What am I to do? What am I to do when I have nothing to work with and the odds stacked solidly against any efforts that I attempt? What good is hope when there is nothing that hope can do to resolve this remorseless conundrum?
As he despaired to find an answer, it hit him what he had to do. With apathy's tight hold gripped upon the populace, something was needed to wrench out of such disinterest, something radical, something that could not be ignored, something when instituted could bring about the widespread and pervasive changes necessary for reunification. The answer that Gaius came up with was only one word, a simple word of five characters, but a word of enormous power. Jihad.
Please note that this is Future Tech and occurs in space.)
With the much mourned passing of Leto Crusade the Eternal, the fifteenth and longest reigning member to sit upon the August Throne and rule the Five Civilized Nations, a power struggle erupted between his would be heirs. Amidst the chaos of war, it was clear that the originally omnipotent Star Realm had reached its fiery conclusion. War tore apart what few fragile links that existed between the systems and planets that made up what was once a glorious empire that stretched across a galaxy. As what was originally presumed to be a short war raged on across Caladan (M96) Galaxy, dragging on interminably for several decades, the long suffering people of the empire continuously lamented their terrible fate and prayed incessantly for the conclusion of the destructive conflict. As the fifth decade of warfare came and went, the last few unified military forces attempting to reestablish the empire, found themselves dissolving in the face of growing apathy and the understanding that reunification was high nigh impossible. As the people existed wearily in this uneasy peace, a state of anarchy soon established itself across the galaxy. Many long and harsh years of devastation and turmoil greeted the survivors of this horrific and protracted civil war.
It was at this point in the course of human events that a remarkable man found himself thrust into the limelight of interplanetary and interstellar affairs. A distant relation to the former Imperial family, this man had witnessed the terrible devastation and scourging of several planets, including his homeward, the planet of Cala, the former Capital World of the Five Civilized Nations. An accomplished pilot and an unparalleled military tactician, this man had served briefly under one of the several heirs that had sought to claim their heritage. But when it was clear that peace through war could not be achieved, this man resigned, returning to his war ravaged homeworld. Amidst the wasteland created by the systematic use of high yield nuclear technology, this man began to build the foundations of a new empire, in hopes of bringing order to the chaos and anarchy that plagued the remnants of a once proud empire.
His name was Gaius Noventa.
-----
Within his mountain outpost built into the highest peak of the planet, Gaius endlessly paced the length of his large study, his mind a whirl of thoughts, as he planned his bid to reunify the empire.
Appearance wise, it was clear that the years had not been kind to the man destined to do what fifty years of warfare had failed to do. Although Gaius Noventa wasn’t even forty years of age, high levels of stress and extensive exposure to radiation on Cala made him look and feel like he was in his mid fifties, a large difference that greatly paralleled everything that the Star Realm had endured. However, due to several longevity treatments and numerous cybernetic enhancements, Gaius was quite fit and able.
However, the problems that he held were not physical, but mental. The overall anarchy and the indifference of the population that existed on all of the planets that formerly made up the Star Realm were proving to be quite a difficult challenge to surmount.
With a heavy sigh of resignation, Gaius sat down hard upon his comfortable felt leather chair. Leaning back, he gazed long and hard upon two photos that sat upon his desk. The first was his distinguished grandfather, Rayus Jonas Noventa, a simple man that had advanced to eventually become a ranking military officer in the Star Realm. The second was the picture of Gaius’s grand-uncle, Leto Crusade, the last person to sit securely upon the August Throne. These two men had served as Gaius’s inspiration throughout his entire life, motivating him to accomplish deeds to mirror those of his forebears. But it was clear that the task before him was not something one man could accomplish. Although he had the support of many who pined for the bygone days of the glorious empire, his support was limited to his devastated homeworld.
His eyes closed in concentration as he searched for a way to do the impossible. But as the hours, days, and months passed without an answer to his conundrum, despair slowly rooted itself within his mind.
How can I achieve what some fifty years of warfare and negotiations failed to accomplish? This mess was created by the previous generation who failed utterly to resolve it. Now, my generation, whittled down by the effects of such a long war. What am I to do? What am I to do when I have nothing to work with and the odds stacked solidly against any efforts that I attempt? What good is hope when there is nothing that hope can do to resolve this remorseless conundrum?
As he despaired to find an answer, it hit him what he had to do. With apathy's tight hold gripped upon the populace, something was needed to wrench out of such disinterest, something radical, something that could not be ignored, something when instituted could bring about the widespread and pervasive changes necessary for reunification. The answer that Gaius came up with was only one word, a simple word of five characters, but a word of enormous power. Jihad.