NationStates Jolt Archive

“Your entire chapter is under question: you should be feeling honored that I’ve allowed you in my presence, not making demands of me!!!” The High Priest exploded to the man before him.

Captain-General Monroe Seòsaidh, the Golden Brotherhood’s overall commander beneath the High Priest, had kept his head low in respect for the old man before him during the old man’s entire tirade, but as it wrapped up his ice green eyes slowly rose up to stare at the wrinkled old face before him. Beneath his armor anger was slowly boiling up inside him. The High Priest had gone too far saying that somebody the caliber of Monroe that HE should be grateful for anything? Monroe had to stop himself from letting out an open snarl before stepping forward, ever closer to the High Priest’s throne. That throne represented every once of corruption within the Chapters: people of supposed ‘holiness’ paid off by heretics and non-believers to do as they want and restrict the holy fury of people such as Monroe from being fully unleashed upon said non-believers. Monroe slowly bowed down on to one knee and lowered his head once again as any Captain-General did when saying good-bye to the High Priests and when finished praying.

“With all due respect sir...” Monroe’s voice trailed off as he slowly reached for his belt “...may God curse you.” Monroe said as he raised his Brotherhood .45 to the old man.

With two loud bangs and a dull thud, the creation of the Holy Republic of the Golden Brotherhood was made just like that.

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The planet was massive...yet entirely uninhabited on the side approached by the colonizing force of the Brotherhood. This was perfect for Monroe: a jungle-covered, river crossed, damp, and unpleasant planet that would be perfect for extreme training and defence against attackers. That was why the ships had touched down and a large fortress/city was being set up for the time being to defend against any hostile animals or life-forms from the other side of the planet. Monroe hadn’t wanted to waste time scanning the whole surface for the time being as he knew that the rest of the Chapters would most likely be hot on their tail and they needed to be ready for any tailing forces at a moments notice. That didn’t seem like smart thinking but Monroe could always scan the rest of the massive planet later, assuming that the Chapters didn’t come too soon to hunt down their Holy Republic from their home galaxy light years away. Right now though, once set up amongst the trees; they would have to remain as stealthy as possible to avoid detection. That was why Monroe nearly broke his religious vows when, nearly eight months later, one of his scouting parties reported that they had seen a group of life-forms that were obviously sentient crossing a small river and headed for one of their scouting outposts. With this the 3,067,500 dedicated soldiers prepared for war while the other ‘citizens’ prepared themselves should they be need. Once the sentient life-forms entered the area of over one hundred square miles they would be, possibly, walking right through the Holy Repiblic’s land and, if they were hostile: hell incarnate.



OOC: Mainly I just need somebody to be the new squad of soldiers, obviously from your own nation; that’s probably a given. Also, for those who want to know: this is my FT account when I don't want to be Ursava. Expect a fact-book later.

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Ursava, my brother! Incoming post. I'll play the interlopers, as you requested.

Major Charles Alicea, Imperial Federated Systems Marine Corps 11th Pathfinders stopped in place just beyond the river, waiting as his seven fellows moved up. This terrain, with at least as many trees per square mile as the Amazon of Old Earth, and as many animals and highly dangerous plants, diseases and so forth, was exactly the sort of hard conditions and living the 11th was trained to deal with. Even so, that made it no less annoying.

His men had been dropped by the frigate HMS Niobi, in response to reports that life signs had been detected on this uninhabited fringe world on the empire’s borders. The objective in this case was simple. The possibility the life signs were pirates was real, and if they did happen to be pirates, then a quick, covert scout run was just the thing to spot them. If they happened to be peaceful locals or exploring colonists then efforts would be made to make non-hostile contact with them, if possible.

"You never know a man till you stare at him through high-powered optics." 2nd Lieutenant Kester Mungo said with a small smirk.

He and his men had been in the process of falling back from the opposite side of the river when they had come across the scouting party. Radioing back in to command, their orders were shifted from falling back to following the unit and reporting what they did. That was why Kester and the five men in his scouting party all waited in silence on their side of the river. They were watching the back of the men as one of them crossed ahead of the other seven, who followed soon after. Kester zoomed out of watching the man and waited for them to move past the river so he could follow without being seen.