NationStates Jolt Archive

Premier MacIntyre was addressing his staff, and they all wanted one thing....

Land. More land.

Shinseki yelled: "We need more planets! 9 planets is not big enough! Damnit, my boys are bored as is! Gimme an expedition to lead, will ya!?"

Baileygates said, "We need more respect in the galactic arena. We need more planets, and proper infrastructure to support them to grow stronger."

Cortes said, "The health of the nation demands it. If we do not grow, we will not be able to provide more resources for our fleets."

Shinseki snapped back, "You puddle-jumpers have enough crap! Give the Army some!"

Cortes said, "Look, we're the ones that do all the driving. I doubt your tanks can magically go to other star systems by themselves."

MacIntyre said, "Enough! Expansion is necessary, but right now, we are at war with the Huntarian Empire. Resources are tight."

Shinseki said, "If we get more planets, then we'll have more resources!"

MacIntyre said, "Calm down! Fine...."

The result was that Field Marshal Shinseki was commissioned to lead the Eastern Expedition.

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Eastern Expedition:

Consisting of 50 Mao Zedong II ships and 20 Relay Mobile Suit carriers, the Expedition was to report to New Leningrad, where a survey probe had reported a habitable planet and several other planets that were uninhabited, but could sustain life if terraformed.

Soon, the expedition was off......

Several months later, the expedition reported that around New Leningrad, six more habitable systems were available for colonization. 6-8 planets existed per system; about 56% of the total planets surveyed were suitable for immediate colonization (they had some primitives on them, but they would be hopefully converted to the Patriotic Church), 24% were ready, but needed terra forming, and 20% were only good for mining or military testing.

Soon, colony and mining ships were sent from Earth and New Leningrad to begin surveys and further efforts to establish colonies.

Tag; mind if I get involved. I could help you...quite a bit.
I'm very good with expansion and conquest.

Tag; mind if I get involved. I could help you...quite a bit.
I'm very good with expansion and conquest.

OOC: Hmm.....well, not sure IC how the Acolytes will like the idea of working with the forces of Chaos, but everybody might like it, so long as we don't see random Chaos Cults appearing on our worlds; OOC, I've RPed with you before, all good stuff. I can do that!

OOC: Good Good; I'll post as soon as I can think of how to get involved

OOC: If you're going out congeuring I'd like to come in and oppose. Especially if Chronosia gets involved, I like to fight chaos and all.

OOC: This reeks of fun; delicious prospect. We have, unfinished business you and I.

OOC: If you're going out congeuring I'd like to come in and oppose. Especially if Chronosia gets involved, I like to fight chaos and all.

OOC: Hmmm.....fighting Chaos, eh? My faction obviously isn't Chaos based, but its Communist (though I am not OOC); that should could for something :D .

Well, it would give me a chance to test out my new toys, the Who-series Mobile Suits and whatnot IC. OOC, I'll be going to CA on the 9th, but I think a few rounds could be done.

OOC: Can i get in on this to?

OOC: Can i get in on this to?

OOC: Only if you promise NOT to incinerate any planets like last time.

Otherwise.....hmmm......well, on what side? Pro or anti expansion?

OOC: Hmmm.....fighting Chaos, eh? My faction obviously isn't Chaos based, but its Communist (though I am not OOC); that should could for something :D .

Well, it would give me a chance to test out my new toys, the Who-series Mobile Suits and whatnot IC. OOC, I'll be going to CA on the 9th, but I think a few rounds could be done.

OOC: Excellent. I shall eneter after Chronosia as that makes the most sense.

OOC: Ummm real nice comment, Huntaer never got the message and I expected him to do something about it, destroying a planet was not my original plan, but it seemed that since everyone was leaving to finish the nooblit off since he wouldn't fight fair.

Umm empires are nice... so I'd have to go with Expansionism, and for the same reasons as usual. Spreading religon, culture, new markets, products, technology and land.

OOC: Ummm real nice comment, Huntaer never got the message and I expected him to do something about it, destroying a planet was not my original plan, but it seemed that since everyone was leaving to finish the nooblit off since he wouldn't fight fair.

Umm empires are nice... so I'd have to go with Expansionism, and for the same reasons as usual. Spreading religon, culture, new markets, products, technology and land.

OOC: Yeah, in retrospect, that planet-killing remark was hasty, so I'll take that back :( . Sorry!

Hmm...so you'll be joining me and Chronosia, then? This will be nice. I'm gonna try to keep a cap on this war; let's say, 3v3, how's that sound?

OOC: Yeah, in retrospect, that planet-killing remark was hasty, so I'll take that back :( . Sorry!

Hmm...so you'll be joining me and Chronosia, then? This will be nice. I'm gonna try to keep a cap on this war; let's say, 3v3, how's that sound?

(OOC: >_> So much for all that talk about taking a stand...

Anyway, tag for now. I'll probably get involved whenever I can think of how. It shouldn't be too hard. After all, you guys are now under my protection... So I guess I'd have to fight Xess should he attack.)

OOC: Yeah, in retrospect, that planet-killing remark was hasty, so I'll take that back :( . Sorry!

Hmm...so you'll be joining me and Chronosia, then? This will be nice. I'm gonna try to keep a cap on this war; let's say, 3v3, how's that sound?

OOC: Sure, but I am hoping for some one on one combat to between 'heros' as a way to put some honor and description into a war. Like two generals fed up with the lost of life and resources decide to duel to finish it, a match to the death with intense weapons. Maybe an affair with leaders that results in corruption and internal conflict between allies. Governmental influence on people to change which cause rebellion and madness between themselves. Things that can happen for real and break the illusion of a 'perfectly controlled empire'.

...Maybe an affair with leaders that results in corruption and internal conflict between allies...

(OOC: Great, you first. :p -_^ . )

(OOC: Great, you first. :p -_^ . )

OOC: I'd have to censor MOST of it for the forums or use words to replace it like
"She #12 his #4 after #5 his #8 cause she was a #1 #3 #11!", ah yes. Just like they did on the simpsons for krusty after making his show 'kid friendly'.

OOC: I'd have to censor MOST of it for the forums or use words to replace it like
"She #12 his #4 after #5 his #8 cause she was a #1 #3 #11!", ah yes. Just like they did on the simpsons for krusty after making his show 'kid friendly'.

(OOC: Once again, great, go right ahead. ^_^ .)

~Expansionism of other planet-nations... the very thing that sends chills down the spine of some in the Draconic Order. Although, this time it seems as they would not need to intervene as there seemed to be general interest by the other galactic communities. Hopefully this led to bloodshed and costly destruction on either side. The small strike fleet waited as contacts were made.~

(OOC: Once again, great, go right ahead. ^_^ .)

OOC: TGed you o.O

Ah yes, on a serious note though. How does one go about expanding and influencing alien cultures without causing fear? Fear leads to the dark side!

Expansion; the glorious bounty of Imperialism. The rush of troops through atmospheres; the battles raging on disputed land. Since time immemorial, the joy of conquest has been one savored and sharpened by Humanity

Till he chose to bleed the stars dry...

Little goes on across the vastness of space without someone taking notice. In the case of this Imperialistic movement, the Imperium took notice.
Marcus smirked lightly as his claw carressed the holographic representation of his own territory, and the diagrams of countless surrounding and opposing territorial boundaries. he observed, almost with wonder, with anticipation, this new advancement.
"New Dornalia..." A hushed whisper, breaking into a cruel chuckle. "Send forth a battlegroup. A Thousand ships. Show them the might of the Imperium, and offer our hand. We shall mold them, and from the seeds of order, shall arise a new and terrible Order." he smiled, softly as he rose from his throne.

At the edge of the newly sought after New Dornalian territory, space seemed to tear and ripplle, to shudder in a cacophany of screaming. The Warp, roaring into existence, bled through into reality as the immense fleet tore itself free of the confines of the Immaterium.
The Emperor himself stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Ecstacy of Slaanesh, and gazed out at the blazing stars and dark worlds, rolling in the yawning abyss.

"I am Marcus De Drakan, Lord and Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium. I come before you to offer peace, and aid to you in your advancement. Behold the Imperium. Behold its might, and its promise"

OOC: TGed you o.O

Ah yes, on a serious note though. How does one go about expanding and influencing alien cultures without causing fear? Fear leads to the dark side!

(OOC: In response to you TG... Which I just have to respond to here:

No.)

(OOC: In response to you TG... Which I just have to respond to here:

No.)

OOC: Oh...wouldn't mind if it was for fun or being curious, but whatever!

I wish i could be evil here! When should I enter the expansionism time in the story?

Expansion; the glorious bounty of Imperialism. The rush of troops through atmospheres; the battles raging on disputed land. Since time immemorial, the joy of conquest has been one savored and sharpened by Humanity

Till he chose to bleed the stars dry...

Little goes on across the vastness of space without someone taking notice. In the case of this Imperialistic movement, the Imperium took notice.
Marcus smirked lightly as his claw carressed the holographic representation of his own territory, and the diagrams of countless surrounding and opposing territorial boundaries. he observed, almost with wonder, with anticipation, this new advancement.
"New Dornalia..." A hushed whisper, breaking into a cruel chuckle. "Send forth a battlegroup. A Thousand ships. Show them the might of the Imperium, and offer our hand. We shall mold them, and from the seeds of order, shall arise a new and terrible Order." he smiled, softly as he rose from his throne.

At the edge of the newly sought after New Dornalian territory, space seemed to tear and ripplle, to shudder in a cacophany of screaming. The Warp, roaring into existence, bled through into reality as the immense fleet tore itself free of the confines of the Immaterium.
The Emperor himself stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Ecstacy of Slaanesh, and gazed out at the blazing stars and dark worlds, rolling in the yawning abyss.

"I am Marcus De Drakan, Lord and Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium. I come before you to offer peace, and aid to you in your advancement. Behold the Imperium. Behold its might, and its promise"

Shinseki witnessed the scene from the bridge of his flagship, NDS Marshal Budyonny. The crewman said, "Sir, massive hyperspace signature off the port bow!" and all hands prepped to go to battle stations.

He saw the transmission, and so did everybody else on the bridge. The crewmen shook; Shinseki thought to himself: "Guy looks like a goth-metal mascot...."

Still, he kept these thoughts to himself. He then said, "Your Highness, I am Field Marshal Carl Shinseki, head of the Eastern Expedition, dispatched by the People's Navy of New Dornalia. I represent my people, as we try to expand Socialism across the stars."

Shinseki then paced about, saying, "I am interested in peaceful contact with you. As for your offer to aid our expansion...."

His face grew interested, and he looked at the screen with interest before saying: "....tell me more. I am intrigued."

Tag for possible intervention

Oh and New Dornalia, have you ever considdered joining The Galactic Empire!

Tag for possible intervention

Oh and New Dornalia, have you ever considdered joining The Galactic Empire!

OOC: OOCly, they seem nice enough, but it would cause a lot of interesting conflicts of interest ICly; I'm good friends with the Gaians, and my People's Acolytes aren't too friendly to Sith.

OOC: Oh...wouldn't mind if it was for fun or being curious, but whatever!

I wish i could be evil here! When should I enter the expansionism time in the story?

OOC: Make a post now, if you wanna, like a probe or something.

Shinseki witnessed the scene from the bridge of his flagship, NDS Marshal Budyonny. The crewman said, "Sir, massive hyperspace signature off the port bow!" and all hands prepped to go to battle stations.

He saw the transmission, and so did everybody else on the bridge. The crewmen shook; Shinseki thought to himself: "Guy looks like a goth-metal mascot...."

Still, he kept these thoughts to himself. He then said, "Your Highness, I am Field Marshal Carl Shinseki, head of the Eastern Expedition, dispatched by the People's Navy of New Dornalia. I represent my people, as we try to expand Socialism across the stars."

Shinseki then paced about, saying, "I am interested in peaceful contact with you. As for your offer to aid our expansion...."

His face grew interested, and he looked at the screen with interest before saying: "....tell me more. I am intrigued."

The Emperor was no man, he was a Daemon. The Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, fully blessed by the Ruinous Powers. He had taken this mantle when Chaos had warped and changed his domain. And now, as he stepped forward to broadcast again, he let show his dark and glorious form. The crackling claws of his great Lightning Talon slid forward, his other, clawed and gauntleted hand, holding the hilt of the Great Runeblade, the Daemonsword, Lifesbane.

"What is it you wish to know? We would offer you glorious victory, and schooling in the arts of war. All we ask in return, is your friendship and allegience..."

Black lips smirked over serrated teeth.

"I leave you to consider our most genous offer"

The Emperor was no man, he was a Daemon. The Daemon Emperor of Chronosia, fully blessed by the Ruinous Powers. He had taken this mantle when Chaos had warped and changed his domain. And now, as he stepped forward to broadcast again, he let show his dark and glorious form. The crackling claws of his great Lightning Talon slid forward, his other, clawed and gauntleted hand, holding the hilt of the Great Runeblade, the Daemonsword, Lifesbane.

"What is it you wish to know? We would offer you glorious victory, and schooling in the arts of war. All we ask in return, is your friendship and allegience..."

Black lips smirked over serrated teeth.

"I leave you to consider our most genous offer"

Shinseki gazed upon the horrid visage of the Emperor. Indeed, he was an imposing figure, dark and quite terrifying.

He simply said, hiding the fear inside behind diplomatice ease, "An alliance for joint defense of these newly found systems seems fine. We will consent to this. The training of Red Army troops-which could use some help-I can consent to as well."

He then grew slightly questioning. "But I must ask-what do you mean by 'allegiance?' If you mean dedication to this alliance, this we can do. If you mean fealty.....that is a different matter; unless I have misinterpreted your words."

"We require only your alliance. Fealty is irrelevant. Unite with us, and we will allow you to burn the heavens and take worlds as your own. There was once a great War in Heaven. We shall make that so again. We have technologies that could enhance your armies. we hold legions of genetically enhanced warriors; countless battalions of normal troops. We hold great weapons of war; new and ancient...We are the Imperium, and those who join with us, shall become strong in their own way. Do you accept this?"

"We require only your alliance. Fealty is irrelevant. Unite with us, and we will allow you to burn the heavens and take worlds as your own. There was once a great War in Heaven. We shall make that so again. We have technologies that could enhance your armies. we hold legions of genetically enhanced warriors; countless battalions of normal troops. We hold great weapons of war; new and ancient...We are the Imperium, and those who join with us, shall become strong in their own way. Do you accept this?"

Shinseki let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Sure. I'm cool with that. Where do you wanna meet?"

The scanner arrays of the Ecstacy whirred and moved, sensors taking in every facet of the flagship. Arcane and archaic machineries whirred upon the deck of the Ecstacy. The Emperor let his blade scar the worn deck in familiar patterns, as the great energy discharge rendered him to atoms...

Upon the deck of the opposing Flagship, the emperor suddenly materialised, once against restored to the realm of flesh.

"Here, will be sufficient..."

The scanner arrays of the Ecstacy whirred and moved, sensors taking in every facet of the flagship. Arcane and archaic machineries whirred upon the deck of the Ecstacy. The Emperor let his blade scar the worn deck in familiar patterns, as the great energy discharge rendered him to atoms...

Upon the deck of the opposing Flagship, the emperor suddenly materialised, once against restored to the realm of flesh.

"Here, will be sufficient..."

Shinseki saluted the Emperor, and said, "Welcome to the Marshal Budyonny, your Highness."

He then said, "Teleportation?"

"Indeed. Teleportation. Forgive me for the lack of warning, but I thought it better that you observe our power." His clawed hand held something, which he tossed to Shinseki.

"On this is a complete history of the Imperium; our rise, our fall; our power. I trust it will make interesting viewing. Now; tell me what you want. I understand you wish to expand your dominion. To be sometihng to be feared, respected...Something powerful"

"Indeed. Teleportation. Forgive me for the lack of warning, but I thought it better that you observe our power." His clawed hand held something, which he tossed to Shinseki.

"On this is a complete history of the Imperium; our rise, our fall; our power. I trust it will make interesting viewing. Now; tell me what you want. I understand you wish to expand your dominion. To be sometihng to be feared, respected...Something powerful"

Shinseki said, "Yes..."

He began pacing about, and began to talk in a manner that seemed slightly grandiose-he was capable of this, to the displeasure of the Navy folks aboard-saying, "...our intention is to spread Socialism to the stars.....to make the Workers State indeed a force to be reckoned with. A force whose name conjures power and at the very least, respectability."

He then said, "I was intrigued by tales of genetically engineered soldiers, and by your ships......and by tales of your Forge Worlds. I might need some explanation on these fields. Not to mention that teleportation stuff; that seems very nifty."

'Space Marines are created from a pure genetic stock; the Primarchs; who were in turn, created from my own base genetics. They have various genetic, surgical and psychological preparations before they can be...utilised in battle" He chuckled softly. "Our ships are not just vessels of war, but temples to the Gods; they are the places were death is brought and slaughter reaped. You may have noticed the primary armaments; Warp Cannons. Used correctly, they focus the power of the Immaterium in a concentrated blast."

The Emperor paused, smirking wryly as he paced the deck of the ship.

"Our Forgeworlds lie mostly in the Hydran System, where entire worlds are converted to the purpose of my tech Priests and the dedicated to production. Such factories extend down through the earth, to the core; and upwards to link with greeat docks and shipyards."

"Our teleportation technology, is another grand achievement."

'Space Marines are created from a pure genetic stock; the Primarchs; who were in turn, created from my own base genetics. They have various genetic, surgical and psychological preparations before they can be...utilised in battle" He chuckled softly. "Our ships are not just vessels of war, but temples to the Gods; they are the places were death is brought and slaughter reaped. You may have noticed the primary armaments; Warp Cannons. Used correctly, they focus the power of the Immaterium in a concentrated blast."

The Emperor paused, smirking wryly as he paced the deck of the ship.

"Our Forgeworlds lie mostly in the Hydran System, where entire worlds are converted to the purpose of my tech Priests and the dedicated to production. Such factories extend down through the earth, to the core; and upwards to link with greeat docks and shipyards."

"Our teleportation technology, is another grand achievement."

Shinseki said, smiling, "Not bad......I like the sound of those Warp Cannons, and those Space Marines. I'd like to ask: is the process for Space Marines available for our use? And what about the tech behind the Warp Cannon? I'd like one for the Budyonny."

"Both are available. I am sure we could...Alter your kind to be space Marines; however, both these technologies are of great worth to us...You will have to, of course, provide us with something which can cover this...endeavor."
Soft chuckling rose from those foul lips.

"What do you have to offer us?"

"Both are available. I am sure we could...Alter your kind to be space Marines; however, both these technologies are of great worth to us...You will have to, of course, provide us with something which can cover this...endeavor."
Soft chuckling rose from those foul lips.

"What do you have to offer us?"

Shinseki said, "How do antimatter torpedoes and replicators sound?"

"explain to me the advantages of them, and we shall see." Marcus chuckled softly. "Show me the worth of your technology; and I shall raise it and make it more thna once it was. Watch how the whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts."

"explain to me the advantages of them, and we shall see." Marcus chuckled softly. "Show me the worth of your technology; and I shall raise it and make it more thna once it was. Watch how the whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts."

Shinseki then produced a little datapad, and said, "Here's the info on the Antimatter Torpedo- it packs a wallop in a small unit," (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=429467) and then handed it to the Emperor. Meanwhile, he went on to say, "Our replicators decrease production time, and increase the effieciency of our factories. Here's how they work, the brochure is of Calpean origin, but it explains things better than I can. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9172452&postcount=67)"

Shinseki then handed the brochure to the Emperor, as well.

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Meanwhile, research, mining, and colony ships had begun visiting some of the recently explored planets. Indeed, the planets would be very good for habitation, and would prove to be a good investment. Some New Dornalians had already begun landing on these worlds, but the appearance of foreigners had caused a slight pause. Still, they seemed friendly enough; though the ships struck many New Dornalians as very goth, they left the settlers, miners and researchers alone to go about their terraforming, development, and prostleytizing to the natives.

The settlement of the various planets seemed to be going well; townships were being set up, mining platforms were growing, and an infrastructure was developing on and amongst the various worlds......

...still, there was an air of uncertainty. These worlds were rich; there were others who would inevtiably wish failure upon the New Dornalians. Still, they persevered.

One of the planets had an interesting species on it....a species that ate to gain DNA, and used the characteristics to enhance their warriors. They were a fearsome force, but first contact was successful and evidence of their ferocity was seen from their combats with native animals. They were tall, sweated their waste out, and had crude rifles that resembled Martini-Henrys, but more than made for it with considerable strength.

They called themselves Kroot. And, as it turned out, they would gladly work as mercenaries for the Workers State, in exchange for the right to continue their DNA gathering rituals (which some found disgusting), and some land and the right to settle elsewhere. This was accepted.

OOC: Yes, I know WH40k, and I felt it was time to hire some Kroot.

"Very well. We shall make this trade." The Emperor walked to a console; initiating tranference of data between this and his own ship.

"Send the data now; as we are transfering the designs of Warp Cannon technology; Warp Drives and the processes for the full creation of Primarchs and Space Marines...More, will be needed from you however" He turned; his immense armored back with its great wings; trapped somewhere, majestically, between birdlike and reptilian wings.

"Very well. We shall make this trade." The Emperor walked to a console; initiating tranference of data between this and his own ship.

"Send the data now; as we are transfering the designs of Warp Cannon technology; Warp Drives and the processes for the full creation of Primarchs and Space Marines...More, will be needed from you however" He turned; his immense armored back with its great wings; trapped somewhere, majestically, between birdlike and reptilian wings.

Shinseki ordered a crewman to send the data, sure enough, it was on its way.

Then, at that last comment, Shinseki's face got a puzzled look. He then said: "More, eh? You wouldn't be interested in Mobile Suits, would you?"

The plot showed the movement of the Chronosian forces, a large amount of their forces at that. "Any idea of what they're up to?" Admiral Zuckerman asked the ONI officer to his right.

"No sir, not in any detail at the moment. But our analysis of past Chronosian actions has led us to believe that some sort of offensive is in the works."

Zuckerman nodded, "Agreed. I'm going to go inform the Prime Minister of this and suggest we move up to DEFCON three." He turned to his chief of staff, "Ben I want you to see what ships we have available for a counter-offensive if this situation gets hairy."

The chief of staff nodded and set about his task while Zuckerman headed to his aircar to inform the Prime Minister.

"We are interested in acquiring anything that furthers our military power. If you can provide this, then you shall be honored with our gifts. Together we shall make the heavens bleed; we shall grant you greater and greater power.."

Marshal Shinseki beamed. He simply said, "I like your style, sir. Antimatter reactors, Mobile Suits, they're yours. I think you'll love the Mobile Suits."

Indeed, the Marshal decided this guy wasn't all bad. He had technology that made his Red Army more valuable. Not to mention all kinds of destructive goodies. He listened intently, awaiting his answer.

"We have Warp Drives, Lascannons, Plasma Rifles. Bolters, Flamers, great close combat weapons. Chainswords, Chainaxes...Powerswords, and Daemonblades" he chuckled. "Though the blessings of the Dark Gods are not for you; such blessings as these"

he gestured to his Daemonic form, and to the great and terrible runeblade in its scabbard. The Daemonblade shifted, mumbling as though in speech, crackling with dark power. It stirred in hunger...

"We have Warp Drives, Lascannons, Plasma Rifles. Bolters, Flamers, great close combat weapons. Chainswords, Chainaxes...Powerswords, and Daemonblades" he chuckled. "Though the blessings of the Dark Gods are not for you; such blessings as these"

he gestured to his Daemonic form, and to the great and terrible runeblade in its scabbard. The Daemonblade shifted, mumbling as though in speech, crackling with dark power. It stirred in hunger...

Shinseki then stepped back a little, and then said, "I'll take the Plasma Rifles, and everything but the Bolters."

As this occurred....

Capt. Styuvesant and his 123rd South African Rangers were camped out in a Kroot village. This world was not unlike the old country: here, grasslands blended into jungles which blended into desert.

The Kroot were a nice enough people. His unit had been exploring a whole bunch of planets for the past several days. However, this was the best one. To begin, the animals here were actually edible. The people, though a primitive warrior race, shared their love of firearms; the Kroot went to the men's lasguns like bees to honey.

Of course, that part about consuming the dead for DNA didn't mince too well with the men; but the scientists insisted they had to do it. Medical reasons, fine.

Still, that didn't stop Commissar Kruger, the commissar attached to his unit, from prostelyzing to the locals. He was warned about interfering with their eating habits, so he decided to just, like all good missionaries, introduce the ways of the Patriotic Church to the Kroot in a way not so alien to them.

Stuyvesant laughed, as Kruger argued with his interpreter, a stout Kroot they had met they dubbed "Athy." His real name was Athrak, but the men found it easier to give a nickname.

Stuyvesant yelled to Kruger, "Man, ease up!"

Kruger yelled back, "Sure. You try converting the blind! Might as well be talking to a brick wall!"

He sat back, and smoked his pipe, and cradled his lasgun, laughing. Things were gonna be alright.....

"Perhaps later." He chuckled softly as he advanced. "Now; we have much to plan. Much to be discussed...After all; we have to make you scourges of the stars. You must be armed, ready; glorious. With what we offer you; you will grow and conquer. And we will aid you; so long as you aid us"

"Perhaps later." He chuckled softly as he advanced. "Now; we have much to plan. Much to be discussed...After all; we have to make you scourges of the stars. You must be armed, ready; glorious. With what we offer you; you will grow and conquer. And we will aid you; so long as you aid us"

Shinseki then replied, "But of course, good sir. You think we can discuss this over, say, lunch? Our cooks are, well, army cooks, but the officers get the good stuff. You, of course, will only get the best."

"I require no form of sustenance. It would please me, however, to know more of you, your kind. Your history. And of course, I shall oblige. I am most proud of my history; or my empire."

"I require no form of sustenance. It would please me, however, to know more of you, your kind. Your history. And of course, I shall oblige. I am most proud of my history; or my empire."

Shinseki then said, "Well! This will take a bit. Please, sit down."

He led the Emperor to his ready room, where he had the history ready. He went to his computer, pushed a few buttons, and brought it up.

History-

OOC: This is an alternate universe Earth, BTW. That incident with the Norweigian Rocket really did happen though-the Russians nearly nuked the planet until they managed to sort things out.

IC:


It all began with the Apocalypse.

In the year 1995, the US and the USSR went to war. The Russians, mistaking a Norweigian test rocket for a nuke, launched the long-feared blitz of West Germany in retaliation, igniting the War to Truly End All Wars.

When it was over in a matter of months, the world was in ruins. Large parts of North America, Europe, and Asia were turned into nuclear wastelands. Zombies, mutants, and horrors began to emerge. Nazis, Rogue Generals, ganglords, cultists, angry clans, and all those with guns and men to spare went to war in an orgy of death, to see who would emerge as the king of this new Hell.

In this atmosphere, a group of anime fans, college leftists, gun nuts, gangbangers, and kung-fu enthusiasts emerged to rule Long Beach, California. Led by a charismatic leader named Jack Leung, he took the name of an old manga he was drawing himself, the "Adventures in Dornalia," and used it to name his nation "Dornalia," which lorded over all of Long Beach. He soon began a bloody war of expansion, fighting the Crips/Bloods, the LAPD, and the remnants of the California National Guard and the Church of Scientology to lord over all of LA County. He consolidated his hold, and established a bizarre, dictatorial regime, where he named himself as King.

He embraced progressive measures, ruling over his city state like a benevolent despot. However, absolute power soon corrupted Jack, and he began to abuse his powers, supping well as others starved and killing all who resisted. He even began to embrace Nazism, modeling his armed forces after the Waffen SS and keeping an iron grip over the people.

By 2035, his state had grown by leaps and bounds, ruling over much of the West. However, it was poor, and on the verge of bankruptcy, morally and finacially. LA began to resemble the LA of Blade Runner-grimy, dark, and full of sin.

Soon, a change would emerge.

In 2050, a group of radicals met to form the Comrades Society. Drawing upon Marxist-Leninist and Maoist ideals, they vowed to kill the King, currently King Jack II, and establish a fair, equitable government.

Soon, the King was faced with a massive insurgency, as terrorism and urban resistance akin to the IRA of the 1970's thundered across the West. In addition, the Mormon Union began a push south and west, expelling the Dornalians from Nevada and Arizona, and Elven tribes, expelled from the Upper Midwest by the Mormons, moved into Washington and Oregon, clashing with the Dornalians successfully on many occasions.

The result was a violent revolution, which resulted in the overthrow of the monarchy and the creation of the Dornalian Republic. But, like many revolutions, it turned sour. Infighting between Leninists and Maoists soon crippled the new government, and foreign invaders nearly wiped Dornalia off the map.

However, the Leninists soon emerged victorious, and conducted a masterful defense under the command of General Shimura, a great hero in New Dornalian history. His actions at San Bernardino, Fresno, and Lake Tahoe stopped invaders, and kept the nation solvent.

With the enemy kept at bay, for now, the Leninists began to consolidate their rule. Under their guidance, oppression remained. However, the standard of living rose genuinely, and many were definetly better off than under the monarchy. Under the stewardship of General Shimura, who became Premier, the First Constitution was made, giving New Dornalians (the "New" was added to symbolize a distance from the old, hated monarchy) a semblance of democracy and some rights. The Patriotic Church emerged, its creed written out as a pastiche of Communist lore and government attempts to get the people in line by embracing a moral creed. Trade flourished, scientists worked to get our understanding of technology back to what it was before the Apocalypse with success (teams of Scavengers, or commandos commissioned by the Commissariat of Science, were sent to find examples of pre-Apocalypse tech and old documents/software of any kind) and it seemed that the nation was doing just fine!

But, oppression remained. So did war; the Shimura regime saw near constant war with Mormons, Abhumans, and Navajo Indians. By 2090, New Dornalia had experienced almost 500 wars of varying size and shape, ranging from failed expeditions to Oregon, to brushfire wars in the Sierra Nevadas, to small-scale skirmishes.

Now, it was time for a change.....it was now 2156, and a new Premier, Robert MacIntyre was commissioned. He had a more liberal agenda.......

...which showed, as he repudiated the old regime's policies. He established a concrete Bill of Rights, a new constitution that provided fro a real democracy, and he worked to create Restrained Capitalism, New Dornalia's present system of economics.

He also worked to increase funding for pure sciences, and began to encourage New Dornalians to use science and diplomacy to try and solve problems. This resutled in treaties with nations as far away as Japan and South Africa, which greatly benefited the Workers State with goods and supplies.

By now, the Commissariat for Science had sent out several space probes. The result was first contact, on March 24th, a day still celebrated. This soon led to what was dubbed the "Soviet Renaissance," a burst of technological innovation and space exploration. The Che Guevara Space Station was made, mechas were introduced into military service, and Jedi were recruited.

However, the event that really put New Dornalia into the bigtime was the colonization of New Star City and New Leningrad in 2161, no mean feat for a nation a small as New Dornalia at the time. The acquistion of an Eclipse Star Destroyer and seven colony ship from Kyanges added to New Dornalia's race to the top, as this led to the creation of stronger ships that could compete with other nations, and much needed improvements. It also led to the creation of Mobile Suits, which are now the pride and joy of New Dornalia, as well as indegenous fighter designs, as well.

However, the matter of Earth still remained. The Treaty of Los Angeles was signed on June 26th, 2164 in a masterful example of gunboat diplomacy at its best (or worst; the whole of Alpha Fleet, 15 Zaitsev Imperial Star Destroyers and 20 Mao Zedong II Battleships, was aimed at Earth, to persuade other nations at a conference to agree). This treaty unified Earth-an accomplishment that Lenin and Mao could only dream about.

Now, as New Dornalia enters the stars, having colonized six new planets and now facing down the Sith in an all out war, it remains to be seen whether the Workers State has what it takes in this year 2165

"And, in trade, is a somewhere complete version our own history..."


Herein is contained the chronological history of the Chronosian Imperium; in so far as can be gleaned from the ancient archives of the Librarium Chronosia.

The History:

0CY (Chronosian Years): The Chronosian communist state is founded from amongst the malcontent kingdoms that banded together about the Kronos Mountain range; the State elects its first Chairman.

10CY: The Chronosian army is involved in a border dispute with Scotistan, plunging them into a short war; during which an uneasy truce is settled. Chronosia cuts itself off from Scotistan and its allies.

25CY: The now elderly chairman, believing that Scotistan and her allies are once again plotting the demise of the Chronosian dream; launchs a pre-emptive bombing campaign against Cojania. Aggresive efforts are stopped due to growing pressure from the International Community.

30CY: The Chronosian Economy begins to recover; as the Chairman moves away from traditional Communist methods; and implements vast changes throughout the country. The economy begins to improve, as the population increases.

40CY: The First Chairman dies; his successor is named as his son.

60CY: The Chronosian-Carlsbergian war begins; hostile Chronosian forces seek to overthrow the government of Carlsbergia; their peaceful neighbour, and annex it. Initial success is met with widespread joy at home.

62CY: Growing forces working with Carlsbergia against Chronosia drives it to resort to increasdingly violent measures. Including the kidnapping and execution of civilians and suicide attacks on the Southern front.

65CY: The Chronosian war machine is defeated and driven back from Carlsbergia; Chronosia suffers a period of economic upheaval, due to embargoes and the cost of the war.

80CY: The State angers its allies in North Lanarkshire, by attempting to develop AI technology with the help of Zero-One; Zero-One refuses to help due to the dubious nature of Chronosian demands; and the reluctance of the Region to commit; fearing the spread of a hostile AI.

100CY: Chronosia joins the New Soviet Union, based in Northern Neo Siberia; and proves to be a commited and hardworking member of the administration. Neo USSR becomes the first chairman of the New Soviet Union.

120CY: Along with Kamrad's Stalin and Drashnikov, Chronosia plots to overthrow Neo USSR, and ends up winning the subsequent election as Chairman; Chronosia proves to be a vocal and violent upholder of Communism.

150CY: The Second Chairman dies, and passes the title to his son; Marc Collins.

170CY: The New Soviet Union begins to receed; with many of its members, including Neo USSR leaving. Chronosia maintains an uneasy hold on power; before deciding to leave the region to its fate.

200CY: The Chronosian Communist state begins to develop primitive space travel; the first sattelites are launched by Chronosia.

240CY: With the death of the last Chairman, the country begins to tear itself apart; wracked by doubt and uncertainty; ground into the dust by various economic decisions; they begin a widespread rebellion.

250CY: The Army turns against the state; the country devolves as the techno-barbarian hordes ravage it; with no end in sight, countless die by their own hands; while the armies regiment claims hundreds more.

260CY: The Dark Age; the Chronosian state plunges into anarchy and civil war; various factions fighting the army, while others fight amongst themselves, desperate for some taste of power.

300CY: The Age of the Emperor; A strange man emerges amongst the tumult; and unites various factions behind him, leading a near unstoppable assault upon all other factions. Within the year; he has passified the major aggressive elements within the country; and declares himself the Emperor; the God-Emperor of Chronosia; Marcus De Drakan.

340CY: The Imperial Guard become the standard defence force of the Imperium; probes are launched from Earth to locate what the Emperor calls the Chronosian homeworlds; The Emperor first experiments with genetic manipulation technology. Chronosia prospers under the simple mantra of 'For the Emperor'.

380CY: The Chronosian people relocate to the ancient Chronosian homeworlds; led by the Emperor. A planetary defence force of Imperial Guard, newly founded Adeptus Mechanus and various civilian factions; take up stewardship of the Chronosian country.

420CY: The Chronosians finally arrive on the main Chronosian homeworld; Chronosia Prime; and begin the development of the Imperial Palace and other vast structures; the Emperor is careful that no life beyond what is nessecary be lost.

450CY: Imperial Palace completed; Emperor reveals 'Adeptus Astartes' plans to the Bio-Viziers.

460CY: 'The Primarch Program'; 4 Initial Primarchs are concieved; born of the Emperors DNA; they are; Remiel De Drakan (Said to be a Clone Son), Lucian Lacroix, John Cabot, Gabriel Dolcer.

470CY: The Primarchs gene-seed is used to create the Space Marine Legions, which correspond to their Primarchs. Remiel is crowned as Primarch of the Angelus Invictus; Lucian is named Primarch of the Imperial Fangs, Cabot is named as Primarch of the Lone Wolves, Gabriel is named Primarch of the Fallen Angels.

500CY: The Emperor has first contact with the Sith Lords of Unified Sith; he pledges allegience to the cause; and waits for the coming tumult. The Sith Wars begin around this time, and as far as we know; are still ongoing.

550CY: The Imperium declares war on The Fedral Union; beginning its war with the destruction of two worlds on the western flank of TFU.

552CY: Chronosian Forces are driven back to the Hydran System, south of TFU; and it is conquered. Various strange ruins and monoliths are forcibly buried; declared Heresy in the Face of the Emperor.

580CY: Chronosian forces finish the Hydran System; a series of Fortress and Forge Worlds; defended by the Battlefleet Hydran; Chronosian homeworlds finish construction of Battlefleet Chronosia.

600CY: Strange and Ancient vessel encountered in desert of a Hydran World; members of the Angelus Invictus, Tech-Priests and Doomans reported missing; ship has not been heard from since.

605CY: Galactic Empire formed.

610CY: Participation in the Ybronnebian War.

614CY: Surrender of Coreworlds

619CY: Surrender of Weyr

627CY: Surrender of Wick

630CY: The Fall; Chronosian Imperium is finally corrupted from within by the forces of Chaos; ripping through the minds of Chronosia's Psykers, they manage to unleash waves of warp energy over the planet. Chronosia Prime becomes a Daemon World; the Primarchs remain relatively human; while the Emperor achieves Daemonhood.

650CY: Chronosia fights with Corpsac over a Chronosian world; eventually the world is divided between them. Blood pact signed between Corpsac, Doomingsland, The Horned Rat and others. The ideas for the Black Crusade are drawn up, and the Catachan Chaos Alliance is founded

680CY: The Black Crusade begins; Chronosia leads forces of Chaos in a vast war against Order; on going.

685CY: The Destruction of Azaha.

686- Present Day: The Orbit Bay Incident; hostilities flare between the Chronosian Imperium and Yafor 2, a force of Order opposing the black Crusade. As YAfor closes the planetary Straits, Chronosia readies for war and formally declares open war against the Yaforites.

702- Chronosian forces involved in the Siege of Coruscant; subsequently recquisitioned to fight the Klingtonian Empire. Delegate accompanies the Death Star against Wolf America; war seems looming on all sides.

Shinseki then said, after perusing the history, "Intriguing. You were once a Communist state as well."

He then got up and said, "Alas, the past is past. Still, you're a friend as far as I'm concerned. Now, how about we coordinate defenses.....you never know who'll try and deny us this prize."

"Of Course" Marcus chuckled. "But the Imperium shall stand by you, as ally and friend. We have powerful technologies, and great magicks; we can offer you worlds, worlds in abudance, should you wish them..."

"Of Course" Marcus chuckled. "But the Imperium shall stand by you, as ally and friend. We have powerful technologies, and great magicks; we can offer you worlds, worlds in abudance, should you wish them..."

Shinseki smiled and said, "As expected, Your Highness...however, forgive me for being blunt, but the defense and colonization of these New Territories is the most important thing right now. Colonials are coming in, miners are plying thier trade, right now, it is essential that we establish a firm infrastructrure in the area to keep it afloat."

Shinseki then began to pause, and thought, "Do you know about anything involving, say, battlestations? We would like some orbital defense platforms to help provide secuirty and supplies."

'we have blueprints for fine battlestations, orbital defence networks and shipyards and spacedocks that we could provide for you. We will, of course, be willing to aid you in defending and expanding this new territory of yours. When will you be able to implement the technology which we give you?"

'we have blueprints for fine battlestations, orbital defence networks and shipyards and spacedocks that we could provide for you. We will, of course, be willing to aid you in defending and expanding this new territory of yours. When will you be able to implement the technology which we give you?"

Shinseki said, "We will be able to integrate the Warp Cannons probably within the next six months to three years, if we work our butts off. The Battlestations, presumably within two-three years. The Space Marines and Primarchs-heck, probably around the same timeframe. This'll take a lot of resources, that's the big thing, good thing our nation spends a ton of stuff on us army boys."

"Interesting; yet I am sure, in the end it will pay off." He stepepd forward; his great form rippling with power. "Till you are ready, we shall aid you. We shall help you in the defense and expansion of your realm. In this way, you will grow and learn much. You shall come to be exhalted...Imperialists of the first order."

"Interesting; yet I am sure, in the end it will pay off." He stepepd forward; his great form rippling with power. "Till you are ready, we shall aid you. We shall help you in the defense and expansion of your realm. In this way, you will grow and learn much. You shall come to be exhalted...Imperialists of the first order."

Shinseki winced at the title of "Imperialist," it was a title no New Dornalian Communist wanted. But, he shrugged; it was not a perjorative.

He simply smiled, and said, "Yes...we shall grow strong together, I sense it!"

"Indeed we shall, my friend. Indeed we shall; this Imperium has long strove to attain such glories, and now gladly aid you in enhancing your own glory. Such in the way of Chaos; that others shall rise to aid those who are faithful"

"Indeed we shall, my friend. Indeed we shall; this Imperium has long strove to attain such glories, and now gladly aid you in enhancing your own glory. Such in the way of Chaos; that others shall rise to aid those who are faithful"

Shinseki said, "Indeedy do, brother. And, I hope that one day, the Chronosian Imperium and the Workers State can do this again."

An adjutant came in, saying, "Marshal. I have the report you asked for."

Shinseki then said, "Yes, Comrade-Private. Thank you."

Shinseki perused the document. He then smiled and said, "The colonization is going well. We have mapped the sector, people are coming, and terraforming progress looks good, with about six nearing completion. Mining looks good, too, as does our military infrastructure."

As the Marshal and the Emperoro were talking things over-

"Lucinda, get the damned cacti, will ya?"

"Sorry, boss."

An gente-gata (catperson) worker began hauling some trees to the site, where they were to be planted. There, a team of human workers, presumably a mix of prisoners and free laborers, attracted by high pay and the promise of freedom, worked to put the trees in the ground, hoping to make this godforsaken world a bit easier to live in. The initial work with microwave beams and melting the polar ice caps of this world and the algae work seemed to provide something in the way of water and oxygen, but things still seemed quite dry. The catgirl remembered the old days in New Mexico, it was quite warm....and hard to breathe in, the dust kept on coming, so the cacti and desert plants from the American Southwest, which were hardier than trees, were necessary to keep the soil down. They didn't change the fact things were stinking hot-95 degrees in the shade alone necessitated water breaks and tons of gatorade.

Still, it was worth it. At the end of her term, she'd probably have saved up just enough to make a house here, raise a family, have a job somewhere. Still.....who knows. It might be a crappy job. But, it was her lot as an Abhuman; not much in the way of respect or benefits.