Hyperspatial Travel
29-09-2005, 01:04
The Star League of Hyperspatial Travel
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Factbook Contents:
1 - History of the League
1.1 - Foundation
1.2 - Hegemony
1.2.1 - The First Kavahan Wars
1.2.2 - The Subjugation Wars
1.3 - Confederation
1.3.1 - The Second Kavahan Wars
1.3.2 - Warp Gate Development
1.3.3 - Exodus
1.4 - One Realm, One People
1.4.1 - Republican Membership
1.4.2 - Military Dictatorship
1.4.3 - An Alliance torn apart.
1.4.4 - Show of Power!
1.4.5 - Rebellion, and an unexpected alliance.
1.4.6 - Invasion!
1.5 - Formation of the Star League
1.5.1 - Protection of lesser races.
1.5.2 - A legacy endures...
A.1 - Technology of the League
A.2 - Ships of the League
A.3 - Ground Forces of the League
B.1 - Politicial structure of the Leage.
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1.1, Foundation
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(Note: These notes are as historically accurate as possible, compiled from voice-recordings, written notes, video footage, and two probability generators.]
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The ragged planet below them gave a last gasp of life, and imploded, the fiery surface ripping in on itself, the ancient, nigh-destroyed planet Annulis dying, their beautiful homeworld oblitererated in a matter of weeks. Untold millions had died, and the sixty thousand who lay asleep in their cryo-bays were almost all that remained of humanity, for all they knew. The first frigate built by mankind upon the formerly green and verdant world of Annulis, and, for some unfathomed reason, the planet began to die. The Katarina, was the first interstellar craft of the Allied Nations, as each nation had its own, induvidual plans, but the Katarina had been the pride and joy of the entire world. Now, there was no world to admire it... The finest people, athletes, scientists, those who would be needed, were loaded aboard the bay, as the beginnings of the cataclysm came about.
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They fled, and, even now, the only reason they had not left, is because they could not bear to leave their world behind, while some hope still reigned. However, now, it was time to engage the FTL engines. The AI, the leader of this expedition, Narcisithius, a strange name, to be sure, was a very scientific sort of AI, but still useful in a practical situation. He gently engaged the engines, and began to thread them through the asteroid field, as they picked up speed, faster and faster.
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The last of the six still-awake crewmembers wept openly as they left Annulis, Captain Johnm Brigadis, a brave, and good man, a sturdy, and a hardy one, was weeping openly, his tears streaming down his face, as he sank into a chair, to stare at what would be the last human sight of Annulis for two thousand years.
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He reclined, and the chair softly moved into the wall, the cryo-doors closing above him... John knew only sleep, and peace, as he so desperately sought.
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The next day, perhaps it was a month, perhaps a year. Who knew? However, the AI had awakened them, and they were in orbit around a green-and-blue world, much like the one they had left. It began to accelerate. John gibbered wildly, as he remembered that the Katarina had no landing pods, nor did she had landing engines of her own.
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It sped into the atmosphere, the retro-rockets firing, again, and again, slowing the descent, until... a huge white parachute unfolded, and the secondary ion engines whirred to life, letting the craft glide to the ground, and softly touch down...
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The multitude of people began to awake, and looked around in wonder, at Sagrias, the gem which they had landed upon. Indeed, the hardships that they had faced, and were still to face, were forgotten. Then, in a strange moment, they all looked at the AI's screen, and asked them, as one people, what should they name themselves? For an AI with no sense of humanity whatsoever, and only the barest understanding of human customs, this was, perhaps a bad question to ask. "As the Hyperspace Engines have brought you here, and the hyperspatial travel which we developed has saved us, I decree that we name this nation Hyperspatial Travel!"
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A hush fell over the crowd, but, so grateful to the computer-being that had saved their lives, they accepted it. After all, what did it matter what they were named? They had more important matters to attend to than quibble over a name, and, indeed, the name did have its merits. They left, merrily, and began setting up Yllis City, the first city of the One People of Hyperspatial Travel, and began their creation of a colony, and had no qualms, as this world they had discovered was a bright and shining jewel, one that was even purer than their old world...
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1.2, Confederation
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The One People grew, and grew. The five continents of Sagrias had been colonised, and technology abounded; however, their needs and wants soon overcame what they actually had, and war was imminent, within a matter of weeks. The once-harmonious planet had split into six factions, the Gartae, who were mainly scientists, and ruled the northenmost continent, and owned the only spaceship on the planet, the Shirrth, a warrior-faction, who ruled the southern-antartic continent, one which was rife with cold, yet still a useful continent, the Yivon, who ruled the westmost continent (From Landing), and were the most populous, the Hilvaynes, who ruled the eastmost continent from Landing, which, was, incidentally, not that far from the Yivon continent, the Urris, who ruled half of Yllis, the continent upon which Landing had taken place, and the Yllisians, who ruled Yllis City, and approximately half of Yllis.
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Indeed, it was a terrible time. Pitched battles between the Urris and the Yllisians became a common occurence, as did raids between the Yivon and the Hilvaynes, and the large airial fortresses of the Shirrth were a terror in their own right, taking what they wanted, with no regard for others. Only the Gartae remained apart, as they had almost completed their experiment, the construction of an FTL engine.
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The Gartae were, perhaps, the wisest of the entire One People, or Travellians, as they now called themselves. However, this wisdom would not be enough to save them in the future...
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In another eight months, tension had risen to its highest level yet. An Urris army surrounded Yllis City, and shots were fired. Six floating fortresses of the Shirrth were attacking the Yivon, and the Hilvaynes were raiding the Urris and the Gartae. The Gartae completed their designs for an FTL engine, and simply... left. Their entire city was emptied, and no-one ever reported seeing ships leaving, and none were scanned.
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In the midst of the confusion that this brought, the Yllisians chose to strike back. Forty tactical missiles razed the main cities of their opponents, and obiterated the Shirrth Fortresses, and made wastelands out of many otherwise arable lands. The devastation was terrible...
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The Yllisians, rising up from the ashes of the other civilizations, simply declared themselves overlords, and killed anyone who opposed them. Then, they created the Hegemony. The Hegemon, Tyaris Brown, was a fearsome man, to be sure. He had half-developed psychic powers of an unheard-of level, and is the only person within the modern-day League to have such levels of power. Tyaris ruled over a half-dead civilization, his ardent followers obeying his every command to exterminate disobedient people, and, so, the seven billion of Sagrias was reduced to four billion within a matter of a month. Another six months, and a mere two billion lived upon Sagrias. However, the Hegemony was not to be constrained to a single planet. Oh, no. Never. The Hegemon had plans, and they were not to be interrupted. Firstly, The Hegemony built seven starships, not a one capable for FTL travel, but all capable of warfare, and all most defintely capable of colonization and mining. The two asteroid belts of Sagrias were quickly mined, in short order and Sagrias IV, Sagrias II, (Sagrias is Sagrias III), Sagrias VII, and the moon of Sagrias, Thyan, were all colonized. Thus, did the Hegemony rule an entire system, before developing the Truespace Drives. A top-secret project on Sagrias II, the Truespace Drive was under development. Originally funded as a FTL program, as leaving the system was paramount to the Hegemony, Truespace was discovered.
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Truespace is essentially a mirror of normal space, in many ways. However, there are no stellar bodies in Truespace, nor are there any landmarks or the like. Truespace is essentially a grey fog in space, however, Truespace Engines open up pathways in the fog, easily traversable, and take minimal time to travel. You see, 90% of Truespace Travel Time is making a path through the fog, however, this is well worth it, as sublight speeds are still infestimally slower.
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After a path has been cleared, however, travel speed is multiplied by ten, and what was an effective and efficient way to travel is now positively speeding, intersystem travel can be achieved within seconds.
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After these engines were developed, the Hegemony began to expand. First one system... Then another. Then another. Then two more. It began to eat away at the borders of surrounding nations, unknowingly, until...
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The Kavahans arrived. They came in a diplomatic vessel, to kindly ask whether we would please keep to our own space, and not colonise Kavahan mining colonies?
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The Kavahan Conglomerate ruled over six hundred worlds, as opposed to our puny sixteen, and, it must be admitted, we were in no position to say no. However, we did. The Hegemon outright refused, saying he would colonise where he liked, doing what he liked. The Kahavans sent down a taskforce of sixty thousand soldiers, all in heavy armour vehicles, to capture our capital city. They won, easily. Within seventeen minutes the battle was over. Indeed, the Kavahans thought they had secured themselves a lasting peace.
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How wrong they were...
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The very next day, six hundred Hegemony Cruisers, the entire fleet of the Hegemony, struck at the Kavahan homeworld. Unlike the Kavahans, they were not gentle, and did not discriminate between military and civilian targets. Millions upon millions of nuclear warheads descended towards the planet, oblitering all fifty cities, and wiping out approximately half of all Kavahans. However, they were back with a vengeance.
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Thousands of ships descended on all our worlds, blockading them, their intent: To put us back in the stone age. They simply blockaded system, after system, finding all of them but two. We fought back, it was true, but Kavahan shielding, weaponry, armour, and engines were superior, we found ourselves blocked at every turn. Indeed, the war seemed hopeless, until one, single pivot point of a the war, a point on which the entire war hinged...
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This is best explained in a piece of history...
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- Realm Transcript, files included - Battle Transcript Origin, Schematic Specifications.
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A notorious Captain Irrilio created the Irrilio Insertion Attack Shuttle, or IIAS, during the Kavahan Wars. This captain, commander of the frigate Malodius, and two gunships, was fighting against a superior Kavahan Destroyer, which had torn one of his gunships apart, and had severely damaged his frigate. He escaped to a nearby moon, where he hid, having mere minutes to create a plan, as he was one of the last two captains defending the Core Colony Yarron IV, which was directly next to Sagrias, the home planet at that time of the Hyperspatial Travel Hegemony. As the war dragged on, the Hegemony began losing, as it had no way of countering the superior ship weaponry of the Kavahan Conglomerate, which had both numbers, and power.
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Irrilio quickly fashioned two sets of claws, out of tirriulium, an exceedingly strong metal, and fastened them to the remains of his gunship. He then created a tube, and put a booster on it, and repaired the remaining damage to the gunship. His frigate went into directly combat with the destroyer, with only a skeleton crew aboard, whereas the rest went with the gunship. The claws quickly fastened themselves to the destroyer, and the unshielded destroyer quickly had its armour opened, by the munitions of the gunship. The crew jumped aboard, and the Kavahans inside, being spindly, weak creatures, were easily defeated by the crew of the Malodius.
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The Captain took over the ship, and piloted it to Sagrias, in time to save the beleaguered fleet from fifteen smaller Kavahan craft, and giving the Hegemony engineers time to reverse-engineer the Kavahan weaponry, turning the tide of the war. In his honour, Irrilio had the IIAS named after him, before he turned maverick, and began pirating shipping…
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This, essentially, turned the tide of the war. The Kavahans had found the last hidden world of humanity, and we were doomed. They had begun retreating, somewhat, leaving garrison fleets, and slowly exterminating the people only every planet. Sagrias has resisted, with its multiple defensive stations, for a long time, and was just about to fall, as Irrilio came back. The Kavahan Destroyer had untold wealth in the form of technology in it, enough to make our ships superior to Kavahan ones. We began liberating colonies at a fearsome rate, and began bombing Kavahan ones. Their fleet returned, but only a part of it, as the Conglomerate had voted against war; the Kavahans were not a naturally violent people, and they were sickened by the slaughter they had caused.
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The improved Hegemony Fleet attacked the Kavahan Council World of Syrith, and obliterated it. Uncountable amounts of energy were poured into that planet, ripping it apart, and leaving nothing but volcanic activity behind. The Kavahans, demoralised, yet angered, withdrew to their Core Worlds, leaving hundreds behind.
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1.2.2 The Subjugation Wars
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By now, the Hegemony was dying. With no enemy, just a power-mad dictator, and no needs, just endless resource colonies, the people were dissenting. The Hegemon was ageing, and his mind was, to be frank, gone. However, one enemy remained. The children of the Gartae lived on sixteen worlds, and named themselves the United Worlds. They were well-equipped for war, and, coming upon a Hegemony resource colony, they promptly attacked and destroyed it, and captured it for their own.
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A thousand ships of the line answered, descending on the United Worlds like a fleet of screaming banshees, and obliterated them. At every turn, the United Worlds lost. They had inferior technology, although superior sublight engines, they had inferior numbers, and they had inferior intel. The Hegemony knew where they would next strike, as they had far more knowledge of many worlds, and knew which systems bordered the Hegemony, whereas the United Worlds knew little. It was, quite frankly, a slaughter.
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At every turn, the United Worlds lost. Their fleets were destroyed, their people obliterated, their planets and moons blockaded, their worlds bombed into oblivion. They had a few minor victories, occasionally capturing a resource colony, or bombing a protectorate world, but, otherwise, they lost. Each and every citizen of the United Worlds was slaughtered, and to our shame, their homeworld bombed with high-yield nuclear missiles, ones that still, after five thousand years, remain deadly to any who step upon those worlds. Most of the United Worlds were subjugated, and brought under the rule of the Hegemony.
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Almost two thousand years passed, the Hegemon ruling over the Worlds of the Hegemony. This was the golden age of Hyperspatial Travel, almost sixty thousand worlds were subjugated, and over forty thousand colonized. The Hegemony commanded a huge fleet, but, however, the Hegemon, who was originally voted in for life, but, after Archith the Fourth, who made it hereditary, the line began to decline.
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The Hegemon at the end of this thousand-year period was a gibbering idiot, his staff little better, they having been made hereditary, as well. The sixty thousand worlds began splintering off, creating their own civilizations, who were then destroyed by the dying Hegemony.
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In the end, a revolt came. On Sagrias itself, it came. Of the five billion people living on Sagrias at the time, almost four billion revolted, secretly, gathering weapons and armour in hiding, and then, when the day came, the Hegemon died. Not hung, or in some great battle.
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A man named Jarrek Albon shot him, as he was about to use his transceiver to give the orders for the bombing of his palace to commence, and then the entire world. In return, Jarrek Albon was elevated to the position of Grand Marshal, the leader of the newly-born Confederation. If the Hegemon was a mighty ancient, the Confederacy was a newborn child, barely able to move its limbs. The outer colonies were in a state of revolt in days, declaring their independance. The inner ones took more time, verifying the news, and then becoming independant planets. The great empire that had once spanned much of a galaxy was defunct, and, even today, millions of independant empires of aliens, humans, and other strange species occupy the galaxy, having spread far beyond what they once were.
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The Confederacy did not want a reign of terror, but offered alliance, and military protection, as well as trade, to the worlds that would join them. In the end, thirty did. It was not much in the way of worlds, considering the massive Hegemony, but it was enough. A brisk trading alliance was set up, and each planet protected from pirates, and, occasionally, an extra plant joining, as there were precious few to colonize. The pirate alliances that had sprung up were enough work, until...
1.3.1 - The Second Kavahan Wars
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The Kavahans had returned. The Conglomerate had reformed into an Empire, and they began burning worlds, with a terrible vengeance, as the few who remained remembered the Hegemony, and their cruel acts. The Kavahans no longer needed planets, but occupied great cruisers, far more advanced than the ones they once had.
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The Confederacy watched, helpless, as the outer worlds burned world by world, the independant fleets falling one by one, as they railed against the Kavahan Empire, who did not seek to subjugate humanity, but erase it from existence altogether. Those were dark days...
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When the Kahavans at last came upon the Confederay, a fleet was readied. Six hundred assorted ships, the same number that first met the Kavahans, fought. However, it was no use. A transcript has been provided for stimulation.....
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"Sir! Sir! Wake up, damnit!"
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Groggily, the captain awoke. He had hit his head, and it hurt, rather badly. However, that didn't matter now. Not at all. A soldier was calling him to the bridge. He got up, still in his underclothes, pulled on a jacket, and ran as fast as he could to the bridge. The green-grey corridors of the ship surrounded him, no matter where he went, but they seemed slightly larger, more imminent, as if they were chasing him... no matter.
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He reached the bridge, and stared, in horror, out the viewport. A Kavahan fleet! He started to count them, and his navigator snapped "Don't worry! The scanner'll be finished in a second!". He sat down, and watched the scanner. The number was moving up so quickly, he didn't have time to read it. Then it stopped, abruptly... "My god. We're doomed." He shut his eyes, squeezed them shut, and opened them again. No, the number was still the same. There were over seven hundred thousand Kavahan ships out there, and they were vastly superior to what he commanded, and... he had six hundred. Not six thousand. Not even sixty thousand. And certainly not six hundred thousand, the only number at which he may have had some hope. He swore, loudly. "All-right! Prepare to move the transports OUT! Hopefully we can get to a coloniseable world before they open fire! They'll probably quote some platitudes, ask us to beg, before they open fire. Tanaki, delay them as long as possible!"
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A slim oriental girl walked foward, and spoke, quietly. "Of course sir. I am a skilled negotiator. Shall we fire the flares?"
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The captain inclined his head in acquiescence. "From what we know, they'll burn out the enemy sensors for half a minute, letting our transports slip away. GO!"
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Out of the side of the blue-grey ship, thousands of tiny white flares slipped out, travelling quickly towards the Kavahan Fleet. The flares suddenly exploded, blinding white light filling the empty void between the silent Kavahan fleet and the tiny human one, as the transports set off. Already at the edge of the system, they warped into Truespace, heading off in all different directions. Hopefully, they wouldn't all be caught. It was a faint hope, but if the Confederacy was to continue, it was a hope that must be hoped.
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Suddenly, Kavahan faces appeared on all the screens of every ship, their spindly faces appearing, and, they began to boom out, in a voice filled with sorrow, pain and hate. "Humans. Today, your actions come back to haunt you. The crimes you have committed show that you have no conscience. Well, we are your conscience, and we will show you the pain of your guilt!" After this, a constant drone filled the air, with a single word, over, and over again.. "Repent. Repent. Repent."
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The screen went black, and the captain swore. "Open fire! Take evasive maneuvers! Buy as much time as you can, Sillith is still alive, and they're going to get away, too! Each second we buy with our sacrifice may be the second that saves our people! Do you understand me?!"
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A chorus of decidedly unhappy, yet determined voices echoed throughout the fleet. 'Sir yes SIR!"
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"All right then, marines, get in your attack pods. We're gonna make a bang, and those bastards will remember humanity, and they'll quaver at the goddamn thought of facing you boys again, do you hear me?!"
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This time, the voices came louder, and more determined. "sir YES SIR!!!"
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"And you boys in the pilot cabins, you make 'em wet their beds at night, when they think of the six hundred ships who blew up half their goddamn fleet! You boys make me proud, and you make those children who're gonna study you as heroes in the future proud, ok?
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This time, the roar was positively defeaning, over all channels, drowning out the "Repent", and this roar was filled with sheer determination, stubbornness, and anger, as it echoed through the ships. "SIIIR YEESSS SIRR!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The captain smiled. They had to die, but, if they had to go, they were gonna go out with a bang. Those Kavahan sons of bitches were gonna regret the day they came up against his boys...
However, they had one last trick up his sleeve. Entering Truespace, he warped out, on the other side of the sun. Within seconds, most of his boys were dead, although they'd done tricks, fancy ones, boarded enemy ships, and tried their hardest, almost a thousand Kavahan vessels had fallen. The Kavahan fleet raced around the sun, congregating a little too close to it. A single Sunkiller torpedeo, a technology that was uncertain at best, drained the energy out of the sun, creating a mammoth explosion. However, it drained everything else, ripping apart the system, and creating a series of black holes in the system, destroying approximately 99% of the Kavahan fleet.
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[transcript ends]
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1.3.2 - Warp Gate Development
However, while this battle was taking place, aboard the transports, a scientist by the name of Jack Akahani was doing an experiment. He was attempting bend Truespace, make it more malleable, and make it a way of travelling, that, once set up from both ends, was nigh-instantaneous.
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He had finished it, and, having set it up, used it to travel back to his lab on Sagrias, just at the exact time another fluctuation of energy, the Sunkiller torpedo, appeared. This is suspected to have created the black holes, as well as killing Akahani, although his notes were downloaded, and were improved on. However, Warp Gate technology was not to become important until far later.
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1.3.3 Exodus
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Again, it seemed the people of Hyperspatial Travel were forced to flee, running from their adopted home planet, to yet another home, far across the galaxy. They did not know that the Kavahans were all but destroyed, but even the seven thousand vessels that were not irreparably damaged or destroyed would've been enough to obliterate the fifty colony transports and thirty escorts, who had all met up, and were now racing towards their predetermined destination, Kyala. This world was not particularly lush, nor was it rich in minerals, but over five hundred useful worlds had been detected around this area, and Kyala was in the epicentre of it all. It was the ideal place to colonize, as it was neither promiscuous, nor did it look like a world that they would colonize, and, additionally, three major nebulae surrounded it, making it hard to find via scanner.
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It was not a paradise, but a rocky hell, and the people toiled to build the great cities, for many years. They toiled to build farms, they toiled, and toiled. Theirs was a miserable lot, and it was six hundred years before they dared venture into the unknown again, colonising another world.
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The Confederation lived once more, over three worlds, the people not the stuff of heroes, unlike those who landed on Sagrias, but the stuff of normal people, those who could be saved.
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However, the Confederation did not last. It lasted a mere few years, past the colonisation of the next world, before it began to fall apart...
To be continued...
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Factbook Contents:
1 - History of the League
1.1 - Foundation
1.2 - Hegemony
1.2.1 - The First Kavahan Wars
1.2.2 - The Subjugation Wars
1.3 - Confederation
1.3.1 - The Second Kavahan Wars
1.3.2 - Warp Gate Development
1.3.3 - Exodus
1.4 - One Realm, One People
1.4.1 - Republican Membership
1.4.2 - Military Dictatorship
1.4.3 - An Alliance torn apart.
1.4.4 - Show of Power!
1.4.5 - Rebellion, and an unexpected alliance.
1.4.6 - Invasion!
1.5 - Formation of the Star League
1.5.1 - Protection of lesser races.
1.5.2 - A legacy endures...
A.1 - Technology of the League
A.2 - Ships of the League
A.3 - Ground Forces of the League
B.1 - Politicial structure of the Leage.
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1.1, Foundation
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(Note: These notes are as historically accurate as possible, compiled from voice-recordings, written notes, video footage, and two probability generators.]
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The ragged planet below them gave a last gasp of life, and imploded, the fiery surface ripping in on itself, the ancient, nigh-destroyed planet Annulis dying, their beautiful homeworld oblitererated in a matter of weeks. Untold millions had died, and the sixty thousand who lay asleep in their cryo-bays were almost all that remained of humanity, for all they knew. The first frigate built by mankind upon the formerly green and verdant world of Annulis, and, for some unfathomed reason, the planet began to die. The Katarina, was the first interstellar craft of the Allied Nations, as each nation had its own, induvidual plans, but the Katarina had been the pride and joy of the entire world. Now, there was no world to admire it... The finest people, athletes, scientists, those who would be needed, were loaded aboard the bay, as the beginnings of the cataclysm came about.
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They fled, and, even now, the only reason they had not left, is because they could not bear to leave their world behind, while some hope still reigned. However, now, it was time to engage the FTL engines. The AI, the leader of this expedition, Narcisithius, a strange name, to be sure, was a very scientific sort of AI, but still useful in a practical situation. He gently engaged the engines, and began to thread them through the asteroid field, as they picked up speed, faster and faster.
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The last of the six still-awake crewmembers wept openly as they left Annulis, Captain Johnm Brigadis, a brave, and good man, a sturdy, and a hardy one, was weeping openly, his tears streaming down his face, as he sank into a chair, to stare at what would be the last human sight of Annulis for two thousand years.
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He reclined, and the chair softly moved into the wall, the cryo-doors closing above him... John knew only sleep, and peace, as he so desperately sought.
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The next day, perhaps it was a month, perhaps a year. Who knew? However, the AI had awakened them, and they were in orbit around a green-and-blue world, much like the one they had left. It began to accelerate. John gibbered wildly, as he remembered that the Katarina had no landing pods, nor did she had landing engines of her own.
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It sped into the atmosphere, the retro-rockets firing, again, and again, slowing the descent, until... a huge white parachute unfolded, and the secondary ion engines whirred to life, letting the craft glide to the ground, and softly touch down...
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The multitude of people began to awake, and looked around in wonder, at Sagrias, the gem which they had landed upon. Indeed, the hardships that they had faced, and were still to face, were forgotten. Then, in a strange moment, they all looked at the AI's screen, and asked them, as one people, what should they name themselves? For an AI with no sense of humanity whatsoever, and only the barest understanding of human customs, this was, perhaps a bad question to ask. "As the Hyperspace Engines have brought you here, and the hyperspatial travel which we developed has saved us, I decree that we name this nation Hyperspatial Travel!"
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A hush fell over the crowd, but, so grateful to the computer-being that had saved their lives, they accepted it. After all, what did it matter what they were named? They had more important matters to attend to than quibble over a name, and, indeed, the name did have its merits. They left, merrily, and began setting up Yllis City, the first city of the One People of Hyperspatial Travel, and began their creation of a colony, and had no qualms, as this world they had discovered was a bright and shining jewel, one that was even purer than their old world...
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1.2, Confederation
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The One People grew, and grew. The five continents of Sagrias had been colonised, and technology abounded; however, their needs and wants soon overcame what they actually had, and war was imminent, within a matter of weeks. The once-harmonious planet had split into six factions, the Gartae, who were mainly scientists, and ruled the northenmost continent, and owned the only spaceship on the planet, the Shirrth, a warrior-faction, who ruled the southern-antartic continent, one which was rife with cold, yet still a useful continent, the Yivon, who ruled the westmost continent (From Landing), and were the most populous, the Hilvaynes, who ruled the eastmost continent from Landing, which, was, incidentally, not that far from the Yivon continent, the Urris, who ruled half of Yllis, the continent upon which Landing had taken place, and the Yllisians, who ruled Yllis City, and approximately half of Yllis.
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Indeed, it was a terrible time. Pitched battles between the Urris and the Yllisians became a common occurence, as did raids between the Yivon and the Hilvaynes, and the large airial fortresses of the Shirrth were a terror in their own right, taking what they wanted, with no regard for others. Only the Gartae remained apart, as they had almost completed their experiment, the construction of an FTL engine.
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The Gartae were, perhaps, the wisest of the entire One People, or Travellians, as they now called themselves. However, this wisdom would not be enough to save them in the future...
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In another eight months, tension had risen to its highest level yet. An Urris army surrounded Yllis City, and shots were fired. Six floating fortresses of the Shirrth were attacking the Yivon, and the Hilvaynes were raiding the Urris and the Gartae. The Gartae completed their designs for an FTL engine, and simply... left. Their entire city was emptied, and no-one ever reported seeing ships leaving, and none were scanned.
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In the midst of the confusion that this brought, the Yllisians chose to strike back. Forty tactical missiles razed the main cities of their opponents, and obiterated the Shirrth Fortresses, and made wastelands out of many otherwise arable lands. The devastation was terrible...
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The Yllisians, rising up from the ashes of the other civilizations, simply declared themselves overlords, and killed anyone who opposed them. Then, they created the Hegemony. The Hegemon, Tyaris Brown, was a fearsome man, to be sure. He had half-developed psychic powers of an unheard-of level, and is the only person within the modern-day League to have such levels of power. Tyaris ruled over a half-dead civilization, his ardent followers obeying his every command to exterminate disobedient people, and, so, the seven billion of Sagrias was reduced to four billion within a matter of a month. Another six months, and a mere two billion lived upon Sagrias. However, the Hegemony was not to be constrained to a single planet. Oh, no. Never. The Hegemon had plans, and they were not to be interrupted. Firstly, The Hegemony built seven starships, not a one capable for FTL travel, but all capable of warfare, and all most defintely capable of colonization and mining. The two asteroid belts of Sagrias were quickly mined, in short order and Sagrias IV, Sagrias II, (Sagrias is Sagrias III), Sagrias VII, and the moon of Sagrias, Thyan, were all colonized. Thus, did the Hegemony rule an entire system, before developing the Truespace Drives. A top-secret project on Sagrias II, the Truespace Drive was under development. Originally funded as a FTL program, as leaving the system was paramount to the Hegemony, Truespace was discovered.
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Truespace is essentially a mirror of normal space, in many ways. However, there are no stellar bodies in Truespace, nor are there any landmarks or the like. Truespace is essentially a grey fog in space, however, Truespace Engines open up pathways in the fog, easily traversable, and take minimal time to travel. You see, 90% of Truespace Travel Time is making a path through the fog, however, this is well worth it, as sublight speeds are still infestimally slower.
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After a path has been cleared, however, travel speed is multiplied by ten, and what was an effective and efficient way to travel is now positively speeding, intersystem travel can be achieved within seconds.
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After these engines were developed, the Hegemony began to expand. First one system... Then another. Then another. Then two more. It began to eat away at the borders of surrounding nations, unknowingly, until...
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The Kavahans arrived. They came in a diplomatic vessel, to kindly ask whether we would please keep to our own space, and not colonise Kavahan mining colonies?
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The Kavahan Conglomerate ruled over six hundred worlds, as opposed to our puny sixteen, and, it must be admitted, we were in no position to say no. However, we did. The Hegemon outright refused, saying he would colonise where he liked, doing what he liked. The Kahavans sent down a taskforce of sixty thousand soldiers, all in heavy armour vehicles, to capture our capital city. They won, easily. Within seventeen minutes the battle was over. Indeed, the Kavahans thought they had secured themselves a lasting peace.
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How wrong they were...
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The very next day, six hundred Hegemony Cruisers, the entire fleet of the Hegemony, struck at the Kavahan homeworld. Unlike the Kavahans, they were not gentle, and did not discriminate between military and civilian targets. Millions upon millions of nuclear warheads descended towards the planet, oblitering all fifty cities, and wiping out approximately half of all Kavahans. However, they were back with a vengeance.
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Thousands of ships descended on all our worlds, blockading them, their intent: To put us back in the stone age. They simply blockaded system, after system, finding all of them but two. We fought back, it was true, but Kavahan shielding, weaponry, armour, and engines were superior, we found ourselves blocked at every turn. Indeed, the war seemed hopeless, until one, single pivot point of a the war, a point on which the entire war hinged...
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This is best explained in a piece of history...
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- Realm Transcript, files included - Battle Transcript Origin, Schematic Specifications.
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A notorious Captain Irrilio created the Irrilio Insertion Attack Shuttle, or IIAS, during the Kavahan Wars. This captain, commander of the frigate Malodius, and two gunships, was fighting against a superior Kavahan Destroyer, which had torn one of his gunships apart, and had severely damaged his frigate. He escaped to a nearby moon, where he hid, having mere minutes to create a plan, as he was one of the last two captains defending the Core Colony Yarron IV, which was directly next to Sagrias, the home planet at that time of the Hyperspatial Travel Hegemony. As the war dragged on, the Hegemony began losing, as it had no way of countering the superior ship weaponry of the Kavahan Conglomerate, which had both numbers, and power.
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Irrilio quickly fashioned two sets of claws, out of tirriulium, an exceedingly strong metal, and fastened them to the remains of his gunship. He then created a tube, and put a booster on it, and repaired the remaining damage to the gunship. His frigate went into directly combat with the destroyer, with only a skeleton crew aboard, whereas the rest went with the gunship. The claws quickly fastened themselves to the destroyer, and the unshielded destroyer quickly had its armour opened, by the munitions of the gunship. The crew jumped aboard, and the Kavahans inside, being spindly, weak creatures, were easily defeated by the crew of the Malodius.
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The Captain took over the ship, and piloted it to Sagrias, in time to save the beleaguered fleet from fifteen smaller Kavahan craft, and giving the Hegemony engineers time to reverse-engineer the Kavahan weaponry, turning the tide of the war. In his honour, Irrilio had the IIAS named after him, before he turned maverick, and began pirating shipping…
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This, essentially, turned the tide of the war. The Kavahans had found the last hidden world of humanity, and we were doomed. They had begun retreating, somewhat, leaving garrison fleets, and slowly exterminating the people only every planet. Sagrias has resisted, with its multiple defensive stations, for a long time, and was just about to fall, as Irrilio came back. The Kavahan Destroyer had untold wealth in the form of technology in it, enough to make our ships superior to Kavahan ones. We began liberating colonies at a fearsome rate, and began bombing Kavahan ones. Their fleet returned, but only a part of it, as the Conglomerate had voted against war; the Kavahans were not a naturally violent people, and they were sickened by the slaughter they had caused.
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The improved Hegemony Fleet attacked the Kavahan Council World of Syrith, and obliterated it. Uncountable amounts of energy were poured into that planet, ripping it apart, and leaving nothing but volcanic activity behind. The Kavahans, demoralised, yet angered, withdrew to their Core Worlds, leaving hundreds behind.
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1.2.2 The Subjugation Wars
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By now, the Hegemony was dying. With no enemy, just a power-mad dictator, and no needs, just endless resource colonies, the people were dissenting. The Hegemon was ageing, and his mind was, to be frank, gone. However, one enemy remained. The children of the Gartae lived on sixteen worlds, and named themselves the United Worlds. They were well-equipped for war, and, coming upon a Hegemony resource colony, they promptly attacked and destroyed it, and captured it for their own.
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A thousand ships of the line answered, descending on the United Worlds like a fleet of screaming banshees, and obliterated them. At every turn, the United Worlds lost. They had inferior technology, although superior sublight engines, they had inferior numbers, and they had inferior intel. The Hegemony knew where they would next strike, as they had far more knowledge of many worlds, and knew which systems bordered the Hegemony, whereas the United Worlds knew little. It was, quite frankly, a slaughter.
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At every turn, the United Worlds lost. Their fleets were destroyed, their people obliterated, their planets and moons blockaded, their worlds bombed into oblivion. They had a few minor victories, occasionally capturing a resource colony, or bombing a protectorate world, but, otherwise, they lost. Each and every citizen of the United Worlds was slaughtered, and to our shame, their homeworld bombed with high-yield nuclear missiles, ones that still, after five thousand years, remain deadly to any who step upon those worlds. Most of the United Worlds were subjugated, and brought under the rule of the Hegemony.
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Almost two thousand years passed, the Hegemon ruling over the Worlds of the Hegemony. This was the golden age of Hyperspatial Travel, almost sixty thousand worlds were subjugated, and over forty thousand colonized. The Hegemony commanded a huge fleet, but, however, the Hegemon, who was originally voted in for life, but, after Archith the Fourth, who made it hereditary, the line began to decline.
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The Hegemon at the end of this thousand-year period was a gibbering idiot, his staff little better, they having been made hereditary, as well. The sixty thousand worlds began splintering off, creating their own civilizations, who were then destroyed by the dying Hegemony.
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In the end, a revolt came. On Sagrias itself, it came. Of the five billion people living on Sagrias at the time, almost four billion revolted, secretly, gathering weapons and armour in hiding, and then, when the day came, the Hegemon died. Not hung, or in some great battle.
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A man named Jarrek Albon shot him, as he was about to use his transceiver to give the orders for the bombing of his palace to commence, and then the entire world. In return, Jarrek Albon was elevated to the position of Grand Marshal, the leader of the newly-born Confederation. If the Hegemon was a mighty ancient, the Confederacy was a newborn child, barely able to move its limbs. The outer colonies were in a state of revolt in days, declaring their independance. The inner ones took more time, verifying the news, and then becoming independant planets. The great empire that had once spanned much of a galaxy was defunct, and, even today, millions of independant empires of aliens, humans, and other strange species occupy the galaxy, having spread far beyond what they once were.
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The Confederacy did not want a reign of terror, but offered alliance, and military protection, as well as trade, to the worlds that would join them. In the end, thirty did. It was not much in the way of worlds, considering the massive Hegemony, but it was enough. A brisk trading alliance was set up, and each planet protected from pirates, and, occasionally, an extra plant joining, as there were precious few to colonize. The pirate alliances that had sprung up were enough work, until...
1.3.1 - The Second Kavahan Wars
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The Kavahans had returned. The Conglomerate had reformed into an Empire, and they began burning worlds, with a terrible vengeance, as the few who remained remembered the Hegemony, and their cruel acts. The Kavahans no longer needed planets, but occupied great cruisers, far more advanced than the ones they once had.
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The Confederacy watched, helpless, as the outer worlds burned world by world, the independant fleets falling one by one, as they railed against the Kavahan Empire, who did not seek to subjugate humanity, but erase it from existence altogether. Those were dark days...
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When the Kahavans at last came upon the Confederay, a fleet was readied. Six hundred assorted ships, the same number that first met the Kavahans, fought. However, it was no use. A transcript has been provided for stimulation.....
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"Sir! Sir! Wake up, damnit!"
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Groggily, the captain awoke. He had hit his head, and it hurt, rather badly. However, that didn't matter now. Not at all. A soldier was calling him to the bridge. He got up, still in his underclothes, pulled on a jacket, and ran as fast as he could to the bridge. The green-grey corridors of the ship surrounded him, no matter where he went, but they seemed slightly larger, more imminent, as if they were chasing him... no matter.
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He reached the bridge, and stared, in horror, out the viewport. A Kavahan fleet! He started to count them, and his navigator snapped "Don't worry! The scanner'll be finished in a second!". He sat down, and watched the scanner. The number was moving up so quickly, he didn't have time to read it. Then it stopped, abruptly... "My god. We're doomed." He shut his eyes, squeezed them shut, and opened them again. No, the number was still the same. There were over seven hundred thousand Kavahan ships out there, and they were vastly superior to what he commanded, and... he had six hundred. Not six thousand. Not even sixty thousand. And certainly not six hundred thousand, the only number at which he may have had some hope. He swore, loudly. "All-right! Prepare to move the transports OUT! Hopefully we can get to a coloniseable world before they open fire! They'll probably quote some platitudes, ask us to beg, before they open fire. Tanaki, delay them as long as possible!"
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A slim oriental girl walked foward, and spoke, quietly. "Of course sir. I am a skilled negotiator. Shall we fire the flares?"
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The captain inclined his head in acquiescence. "From what we know, they'll burn out the enemy sensors for half a minute, letting our transports slip away. GO!"
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Out of the side of the blue-grey ship, thousands of tiny white flares slipped out, travelling quickly towards the Kavahan Fleet. The flares suddenly exploded, blinding white light filling the empty void between the silent Kavahan fleet and the tiny human one, as the transports set off. Already at the edge of the system, they warped into Truespace, heading off in all different directions. Hopefully, they wouldn't all be caught. It was a faint hope, but if the Confederacy was to continue, it was a hope that must be hoped.
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Suddenly, Kavahan faces appeared on all the screens of every ship, their spindly faces appearing, and, they began to boom out, in a voice filled with sorrow, pain and hate. "Humans. Today, your actions come back to haunt you. The crimes you have committed show that you have no conscience. Well, we are your conscience, and we will show you the pain of your guilt!" After this, a constant drone filled the air, with a single word, over, and over again.. "Repent. Repent. Repent."
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The screen went black, and the captain swore. "Open fire! Take evasive maneuvers! Buy as much time as you can, Sillith is still alive, and they're going to get away, too! Each second we buy with our sacrifice may be the second that saves our people! Do you understand me?!"
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A chorus of decidedly unhappy, yet determined voices echoed throughout the fleet. 'Sir yes SIR!"
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"All right then, marines, get in your attack pods. We're gonna make a bang, and those bastards will remember humanity, and they'll quaver at the goddamn thought of facing you boys again, do you hear me?!"
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This time, the voices came louder, and more determined. "sir YES SIR!!!"
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"And you boys in the pilot cabins, you make 'em wet their beds at night, when they think of the six hundred ships who blew up half their goddamn fleet! You boys make me proud, and you make those children who're gonna study you as heroes in the future proud, ok?
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This time, the roar was positively defeaning, over all channels, drowning out the "Repent", and this roar was filled with sheer determination, stubbornness, and anger, as it echoed through the ships. "SIIIR YEESSS SIRR!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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The captain smiled. They had to die, but, if they had to go, they were gonna go out with a bang. Those Kavahan sons of bitches were gonna regret the day they came up against his boys...
However, they had one last trick up his sleeve. Entering Truespace, he warped out, on the other side of the sun. Within seconds, most of his boys were dead, although they'd done tricks, fancy ones, boarded enemy ships, and tried their hardest, almost a thousand Kavahan vessels had fallen. The Kavahan fleet raced around the sun, congregating a little too close to it. A single Sunkiller torpedeo, a technology that was uncertain at best, drained the energy out of the sun, creating a mammoth explosion. However, it drained everything else, ripping apart the system, and creating a series of black holes in the system, destroying approximately 99% of the Kavahan fleet.
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[transcript ends]
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1.3.2 - Warp Gate Development
However, while this battle was taking place, aboard the transports, a scientist by the name of Jack Akahani was doing an experiment. He was attempting bend Truespace, make it more malleable, and make it a way of travelling, that, once set up from both ends, was nigh-instantaneous.
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He had finished it, and, having set it up, used it to travel back to his lab on Sagrias, just at the exact time another fluctuation of energy, the Sunkiller torpedo, appeared. This is suspected to have created the black holes, as well as killing Akahani, although his notes were downloaded, and were improved on. However, Warp Gate technology was not to become important until far later.
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1.3.3 Exodus
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Again, it seemed the people of Hyperspatial Travel were forced to flee, running from their adopted home planet, to yet another home, far across the galaxy. They did not know that the Kavahans were all but destroyed, but even the seven thousand vessels that were not irreparably damaged or destroyed would've been enough to obliterate the fifty colony transports and thirty escorts, who had all met up, and were now racing towards their predetermined destination, Kyala. This world was not particularly lush, nor was it rich in minerals, but over five hundred useful worlds had been detected around this area, and Kyala was in the epicentre of it all. It was the ideal place to colonize, as it was neither promiscuous, nor did it look like a world that they would colonize, and, additionally, three major nebulae surrounded it, making it hard to find via scanner.
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It was not a paradise, but a rocky hell, and the people toiled to build the great cities, for many years. They toiled to build farms, they toiled, and toiled. Theirs was a miserable lot, and it was six hundred years before they dared venture into the unknown again, colonising another world.
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The Confederation lived once more, over three worlds, the people not the stuff of heroes, unlike those who landed on Sagrias, but the stuff of normal people, those who could be saved.
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However, the Confederation did not last. It lasted a mere few years, past the colonisation of the next world, before it began to fall apart...
To be continued...