Auman
06-11-2006, 09:06
'Oh Lords do I hate this fucking thing...' said Kirsk as he wiped sweat from his brow. The man was plowing a field with the help of a local animal, a Plorse. Plorses were a hell of an animal. Standing twice as tall as a man, the Plorse looked more like a seahorse than anything else...it could pull alot of weight, they made for fine pack animals.
The Aumanii Colony of Ares was densely populated, one of many worlds colonized by the refugees of a forgotten disaster...the people didn't care for why they were there, they only wanted to survive. The sudden, random, exodus they had embarked upon left the once, great, technological society, a largely agrarian one.
People worked hard for a living, they tended fields, fell trees, forged metals, built guns...and for a slim few, they manned the fleets and Armies of the nation of Auman...now spread far and across the galaxy.
The Military, once great, was destroyed by politics and disaster, had been hard pressed to keep the Co-Prosperity Sphere in order, many planets were now home to the billions of Aumanii who escaped the fate of Mars. All having their own ideas on how things should work...The Old Guard were scrabbling to keep the nation intact as the Siberans and the Vanicians worked to regain their lost independence and shatter any chance they all had to regain any scrap of power...
The Aumanii Colony of Ares was densely populated, one of many worlds colonized by the refugees of a forgotten disaster...the people didn't care for why they were there, they only wanted to survive. The sudden, random, exodus they had embarked upon left the once, great, technological society, a largely agrarian one.
People worked hard for a living, they tended fields, fell trees, forged metals, built guns...and for a slim few, they manned the fleets and Armies of the nation of Auman...now spread far and across the galaxy.
The Military, once great, was destroyed by politics and disaster, had been hard pressed to keep the Co-Prosperity Sphere in order, many planets were now home to the billions of Aumanii who escaped the fate of Mars. All having their own ideas on how things should work...The Old Guard were scrabbling to keep the nation intact as the Siberans and the Vanicians worked to regain their lost independence and shatter any chance they all had to regain any scrap of power...