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Maxus Sywell

The leader of the Colonial Defense Forces.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Joseph_Bennett

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Militia on Klendath.
The United Citizens Federation, a spacefaring government intent on finding new habitable worlds.
A small nation, consisting of just under 1 million in population. Very hardy species of humanoids, and colonize planets that are otherwise inhospitable, or unideal.

Description

Name: Maxus Sywell
Age: 58
Race: Oberon.
Appearance: Usually wearing a tan suit, with or without tan cap.
Occupation: Leader of the Colonial Defense Forces, holds power over Klendath, although isn't a very active ruler.

Appearance: Heavily similar to that of an Aschen or Terran human. Fair skin, as while being part of the CDF he is not an active soldier, so he lacks the green skin the usual enlisted have.

Governor of all of Klendath and it's colonies. Seized military power in late 579 and has held it up until now, in the year 600.

Wears a tan overcoat and carries an officer's hat.

Wears an officer's pistol ever since the attempted assassination in 580.
Often supervises military expeditions, and isn't opposed to going on the battlefront, as he is a thrillseeker and despises his occupation as a politician.

So begins...

Maxus Sywell's Story

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The whistling wind is easy to hear from the inside of Whiskey Colony. The barren planet around Whiskey was not as hospitable as what was inside of it. A single watchtower outside of the Colony gates is all that there is to welcome incoming and exiting settlers and explorers. The other watchtowers were much taller, and could see for a very long distance. This base was not very new, but it was expanding rapidly. The only thing that was few was the colonists themselves. But they have recently made a shocking discovery.


There was other life out there.

It had started when they were picking up random signals in incomprehensible languages, at the time just dismissed as radio garble. But then their probes started picking up large objects, not just asteroids, but possible alien ships. The Arachnids were only the first aliens, and they weren't even capable of space travel yet. Today, several observatory ships were being sent towards the first and second recognized non-Federation beings.

Maxus Sywell is the first to know about this, and he has decided to build up the defenses, just in case, but also authorized the preparation of ambassadorial ships.


He hopes to God he isn't the one responsible for an interstellar war.

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The ship in orbit above Klendath was on no terms your run-of-the-mill spacecraft, compared to the rest of the Multiverse. It was near primitive compared to them, for sure, but likely could still hold its own in space. The C.U. Integrity II was not a ship owned by the government, and was held only to a small technicality in allegience to the UCF. It was a ship designed to protect, for sure, but it wasn't just designed to take the brunt of blows for the general populace. It was designed to fight. But it had been a long time since it had to. The first Integrity was old, from a time right after when Oberon were not united and still fought each other. Endlessly. But then the age of the sky beyond came, and the Oberon slowly gathered together and made peace with each other. There were still some who fought, but not on a large scale. The Integrity II was manned with around two thousand Oberon, and armed with EMP and beam weaponry. Shields were still experimental and not used in combat, but there hadn't been any of that for a long time. The Colonial Union still insisted on being prepared, however, and in the light of finding a new race, one could only hope for peace with them.

The attempted observation of this race, who seemingly hadn't noticed the Oberon, had come with the idea of the next Discovery ship. The first Discovery was destroyed in space after its hull ruptured, but since afterwards the Discovery ships had been successful. The seventh ship to carry the name Discovery had been selected to go to observe the race currently just known as 'The Others.' Whether or not this would be successful was still to be seen.

On the Integrity II, they recieved a message log from Discovery VII. The ship had been contacted. On the bridge this announcement was met with the usual silence. The message was quickly played out on a screen to the side.

"This is Paul Clarke, Helmsman of the Discovery seven. Date is 05/8/2309. Time is 13:14. Over radio we have just recieved contact with the inhabitants of I-01's star system. 1-01.7 and I-01.8 are in sight at time of message. Message details we must cooperate with their orders and cease our advance. Decision by live crew to cooperate. Attempt to board or attack ship is possible. Remaining crew waking soon. Awaiting further messages or contact. End Log 03."

The log is documented and saved into a file, and then transmitted down to the surface.

The setting changes from Whiskey Colony to Klendath

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Klendath.

The desert planet.

It is not an isolated place, despite the desolate appearance from space.

Indeed, if you looked at the surface, you wouldn't see much. The species of man that lived there, the Oberon, were very seperated by the vast stretches of desert in between their colonies.

One might wonder how they had advanced up to this level of technology, considering the fact that metal was hard to get on this world and that most materials were as well.
The answer could likely be found in the pure, forceful determination of the Oberon to exist and adapt.

There were also theories as to how the Oberon got on the planet in the first place, as most of the life forms on Klendath lived under the sand, and almost none lived above it, and the Oberon were very clearly not made for this place. How did they evolve here? Most of the Oberon didn't believe in a higher power, but surely, that had to be a possibility, right? Tracing back their history as far as they can, it appears that they had always had the basic equipment needed to survive a desert planet. So perhaps they hadn't originated here.

There has always been a part of the mind that wants to know where it all comes from. Perhaps the expeditions would bring some answers. Perhaps they wouldn't. The answers would be soon determined.

As for now, the desert planet sat alone, silent save for the radio transmissions from ships above.

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The two escorts are significantly shaken by their surroundings, while Governor Sywell doesn't say anything, and simply stares around in astonishment.

Was that water? And what's that green stuff? one of the guards asks the other, whispering. He isn't answered, as the large robot walks forward and greets them. Sywell raises his hand in the same three-fingered greeting that the robot offered, and the two guards follow suit. The first guard chuckles as the robot makes the remark about criminals, and then glances down at the patch on his left shoulder that bears the words PENAL UNIT.

The three make to follow the robot, still marveling at their surroundings, simply stunned.

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From the gang decks of the ship hangars, it would have appeared that the Oberon had simply appeared in the midst of a sprawling, prospering planet. Although it would only take one a few moments to notice some eccentricities of the sky to determine that it was a fabricated structure. The trees? Somehow, they were real.

“This habitat module is to support the human crew of this freighter - though due to Merchant Fleet regulations, this vessel is on a skeleton crew. Literally, a skeleton. The last captain died! Don’t worry though, an officer of the Interstellar Rangers has needlecast to greet you - they were fighting in Imperial space!

Now that that’s out of the way though, I should probably introduce myself! I’m HOMER, the vessel’s biosupport and AI custodian onboard the ship!”


From the gangways of the docks, a central structure in the middle of the port seemed to house an entrance and exit into the deeper bowels of the gargantuan vessel. It was here that Cooper was transported as he stepped into the pod on the VR deck, and suddenly found himself standing before two great hangar doors beginning to rattle open. Keying into the comms bead in his ear, Cooper then adjusted one sleeve of his flight jacket before embarking up the stairs to the docking stations.

The three Oberon were brought by their automaton escort to the facade of the port, what appeared to be a simulated structure that would, normally, be busy with civilian foot traffic and the bustling of civilization. At one of the large concourses where throngs of people would be gathering stood only a single man in a dark blue jacket and rugged military pants. “The AIs onboard these ships like to ‘build’ an environment for their inhabitants that errs on the … eccentric,” Cooper began, before his eyes went sideways to a vending machine.

”Do you gentlemen want some water, or a pop - do you guys call soda ‘pop’ still?”

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The three Oberon are relatively confused at this point. It was obvious that this place wasn't entirely real, but it was still utterly alien to them. An escort stares in awe at the trees and water that he hasn't ever seen before, or at least not in such amounts. Sywell continues to stay fixated on the path in front of him, following HOMER.

Once they get to the structure where Cooper resides, Sywell prepares to make a remark, but is taken aback when he's offered 'pop'.
"Um, I suppose water is fine, thank you." The first escort also takes water, but the second, more adventurous, takes the soda.
As the second guard is drinking and subsequently freaking out as to the way it tastes, Sywell asks the question,

"How... How is all of this possible? I've never quite seen anything even close to this, but... Here it is. Is this all fake, or... No, it couldn't be. Not all of it."

He shakes his head, the two guards in the background trading drinks.

"I suppose it suffices to say I'm stunned."

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Captain Cooper provided a dismissive shrug at their questions. HOMER seemed a bit more accommodating, his artificial skull nodding, as a concerned smiley face flashed across a blank slate of diodes and emitters that constructed his automaton facade. “A very good question, Governor! After thousands of years of space travel, mankind has reverse-engineered ancient technologies that were once thought to be fanciful study talk - or outright magic, even! - to bring the interstellar civilization of mankind to the very edges of the galaxy!”

With a sweeping gesture, the droid waved a hand out across the catwalk and to the small microcosm of a planet around them. “I think we can spare them the elementary school tour, Homer.” Cooper interjected, his finger fitting into the pull tab of his own can of soda and popping it open.

“Let’s just say the galaxy is a very, very big place gentlemen.This ship, while large, is so complex it really only needs a flesh and blood person like me on it very rarely and only in very, very specific circumstances.” Cooper explained. Snapping a finger at HOMER, who then stepped back while a holographic projection of the galaxy sprouted from his chassis.


The Milky Way, albeit labeled ‘HOME’ in an odd script that seemed to share commonalities with distant familiar languages, was seen spinning. The ancient, eternal dance giving it a calming swirl, while across the galaxy several motes of light smoldered. “I was born, centuries ago to you, on a planet in the Outer Garden called Hellestada, here, in a constellation called the Sereneca Sea.” He indicated with a soft flick of his finger, in a tiny script, numbers scrolled up as a line drew the two points together.

73,458 lightyears

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Sywell and his two guards quietly observe the holographic projection of the map, then says, "That's quite a lot of space. We've only mapped out our small solar system and some neighboring planets, such as two that are very close to us we believe are inhabited but have made no effort to contact. It still amazes me that despite our planet's scientific reasoning, you seem to be as human as me or any other Oberon, so I apologize if I don't quite get the gravity of this situation."

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"Mankind has proliferated across the galaxy - which, from where I’m from, is called Home." Cooper began, turning his attention over to the automaton that stood beside him. "Things can be more … complicated than that but, there will be time for those explanations later.”

”A good suggestion, Captain! Perhaps I should contact the Federate Mission, I believe this system is in the Local Bureau’s Sector III - though, the constellation does not yet have a Common Name. Aschen star data is inconclusive as well.”


“Those Aschen, an ‘empire’ as they like to fashion themselves, were a terrorist organization that launched a war of aggression upon the galaxy. I’ll spare you the propaganda as you’ll become familiar with them in time, I’m part of the army pacifying their worlds.” Jack explained, giving a nod over to HOMER. With that, Jack and his autonomous companion seemed to usher the men towards the comms array, a squat building that was attached to one of the large quantum communications pillars that ran through the ship.

"You won’t need to worry about them, Governor, their combat efficiency is so ineffective you humans have taken to calling it - what was it, Captain? ‘Shooting fish in a barrel’! Imperial terrorists tried to seize this transport before it left Aschen space … the ones that survived the ion engines are in detainment!”

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"That's useful knowledge indeed." Says Sywell.
He doesn't say anything for a while, thinking, then asks Cooper, "In an expression of our well-being, would you like to visit one of our cities? If this ship isn't capable of atmospheric entry I'm sure that we could arrange something, unless of course you have to stay on your ship. In any case, I would like to gift you an item, if nothing else than to remember us by once you have to continue upon your route. It may take some time to obtain this item but I will assuredly get it to you."

The reasoning for this may be slightly veiled, but in the essence of what Sywell isn't saying, though which could be gleaned by those aware of it, he's expressing that he doesn't want to have another enemy in the Exogarden, although the likelihood of a gift might not prove much beside his desire to be friendly. He is essentially making this decision out of well-veiled fear.

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“I can do you one better, Governor - consider it a gift from the peoples of the Garden, actually: in the interest of all that unity and brotherhood you’ll be hearing from the Federate.” Cooper began, putting up a single gloved finger as he backpedaled towards a blank, empty wall that stretched before them. With the swipe of that finger, the wall suddenly exploded into swirling lights and twinkling motes, a rugged stag pulsed into life, another deluge of data flowing underneath it as he stepped up to a holographic terminal.

“Let’s see: terraformers, home appliances, agrotech … ” Cooper replied, hardly even waiting for an answer as he selected an entire stack of 40 foot freight boxes, nearly twenty in total, from one of the vessel’s thousands. “Oooh, got some food in that one. You guys ever try lamb?”

A video feed from somewhere deep in the MT’s freighting bay revealed an articulating arm fastening onto an intermodal container and slowly dragging it free. “Now, when the Aid Office asks about this just say you found this from cargo wash - plenty of shit goes overboard on these old freighters, right?”

There was a soft, pulsing icon that said [ALERT] he then pressed on, taking a step back from the holographic terminal to stand beside HOMER. “Aaaaah, very clever Captain! By Naval Code, unattended freight is legitimate salvage!”

“The autoship will detect some derelict freight and a Federate Mission will puddle-jump to investigate … a good way to skip all the pageantry and pomp the Federate’s criminally known for.” Cooper replied briefly, gesturing a hand to the display that showed a handful of container boxes floating aimlessly in space. After a few moments of staring at the inky blackness of space though, his visage changed slightly, calm smile turning to a frown.

”I don’t mean to alarm you gentleman but, we may have to save the urban tour for another day … HOMER, how long have you been slow-burning the autoship?”

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Maxus Sywell smiles in gratitude, and lowers his head in respect for Cooper, before raising it again. "Your kindness will be remembered by my people. I'll get someone to collect it soon enough. As for the gift I have for you, which I suppose is less grand..."
He motions to one of the guards to step forward, and he does. The guard takes a large metal object, for that is all that it can be called with accuracy, from over his shoulder and holds it out to Sywell, who then takes it in his hand. It's pole-shaped, with a large wedge bolted onto one end, and the head of the object is shaped like a ball with a spear on the end. It has a grip-like texture on the barer end of the pole, along with some metal rings spaced about two feet apart to help with holding the thing. It's about five feet and three inches long, easily as tall as some people.
"This is what we call a Yo'pirr, a metal weapon crafted from the hulls of the ancient starships that brought us here. It may be rather... weighty, I suppose, but it is a very useful tool on our planet. I hope it serves you well." He holds it out to Cooper, smiling slightly.

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Suddenly, as if by divine intervention, one of the nearby stars detonates. As a G-Type, it was expected that it would flare up over the next few billion years, slowly expanding to engulf the nearby planetary bodies on its way to burnout and its final extinguishment phase, but this was an out of the ordinary occasion. In almost an instant, the plasma surrounding the fusion reaction collapsed inward, taking just over a minute to arrive at the star's neutron-rich center before reflecting back out in a cacophony of turbulent waves scattered across the entire spectrum. An immense gravitational wave blasts outward, detectable only by the most advanced of civilizations, but one that would summon immense interest in this bizarre, seemingly chance event.

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The automaton studied the polearm, HOMER’s blocky skull tilting just slightly. If the machine had a face, it would have been one twisted into surprise. “Now that is a weapon: I believe the exchange of gifts is integral for communication in this culture!”

Cooper looked at the weapon as well: one of the first things that the Oberon might have noticed about the Gardenites was their size, easily a head and a half taller. Though the Captain was “slim” even in comparison, that meant that the weapon offered was, to put it one way, the perfect size for Cooper. “Old made new, I like it,” He began, taking it in his hands and turning it over slightly this way and that.

Perhaps it was the strange uniform he wore, and the almost perfect stance he kept as he tested the weight of the weapon but only one thing was clear about the mysterious spaceman that had appeared out of the very bowels of the ship: him and his kind were made for war. The automaton, on the other hand, rose a three-pronged hand of its own up as a hologram burst to life of the Coalition sigil, called the suryasta, as the vessel’s quantum communications array reached thousands of lightyears to the planet of Bathe in the Charybdian Shores.

”What a wonderful gift! I’m sure an Interstellar Ranger will have plenty of use for a weapon like this, the Nations will most certainly be pleased!”

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Klendath was by no means a great place to live, so the many residents of the otherwise barren planet made the best of what they had.

One of these methods of entertainment most often used by the people were competitions of skill, and one of the competitions played out on a small mesa just south of Oscar Colony, with several dozen competitors gathering with their tread bikes in preparation for a race. The reward wasn't much, but many people travelled to watch and participate, simply because of the fact that it was something to do.

The competitors all had their bikes in a line behind a wooden fence that would fall, in a fashion not dissimilar to dirt bike racing. The bikes were all heavily varied, with many seemingly made from scrap.

The crowd were gathered, with some sitting in chairs, although many more were simply sitting in the on the dirt. Since the sun was setting, they didn't need the usual tarp covers to protect them from the usual extreme heat, and there was a mixture of torches and electric lights to illuminate the track.
The track itself was a winding, bumpy, and uneven trail, bordered with an assortment of metal and wooden boxes, barrels, and markers.

The track was overseen by several Rangers, men and women in tan tunics with grey chevrons on the shoulders and chest. They were all carrying a weapon of some sort, with mostly short iron bars, although one or two had a pistol made of pipe.

One of the Rangers steps forward, and raises a hand with a small revolver in it. He counts down, and the racers all rev their engines, and on a single shot, start off down the track.