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Sky's Edge

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

A planet with terrestrial features whose primary terrain is jungle. Unlike other planets within the system, it is superficially Terran in it's nature. Except for a few items of toxic plant life, the atmosphere is breathable and manageable for most humans

Absenthia holds sovereignty over Sky's Edge, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The ecology of Sky's Edge is superficially Terran, and includes recognizable plants and animals such as the hamadryad, but has been known to be metabolically incompatible with Terran flora and fauna, causing fatal anaphylactic shock in any creature or person who tried to consume it.

Sky's Edge was relatively backwards compared to most other human-settled worlds, as it possesses little in the way of high technology, and few can afford things such as the "immortality" treatments readily available elsewhere in colonized space. With perpetual war raging on Sky's Edge is the reason for this: the planet has exported little except a few biological products harvested from its extensive jungles, and most of its industries are already devoted to the war.

Trading ships stop by about once a decade, usually after being snubbed by traders in more lucrative markets such as the Yellowstone-Terra or Langara-Yellowstone-Sol routes. The people of Sky's Edge rarely buy anything but weapons from the passing traders.
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Sky's Edge

A planet with terrestrial features whose primary terrain is jungle. Unlike other planets within the system, it is superficially Terran in it's nature. Except for a few items of toxic plant life, the atmosphere is breathable and manageable for most humans

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Sky's Edge is a part of Epsilon Eridani.

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El Frente Rojo [78] A faceless, dying outfit indistinguishable from the sea of other Skye's Edge rebellions
Yuri Nikolaev [78] Former mercenary, and now unwilling Captain of El Frente Rojo
The Montesquieu Twins [76] The Newest Generation to the Korpulu Sector Terran Old Money Family, Aimless Dilettantes with too much spare time.
Sprinkles Thothess [72] Bvetin encouraged my matriarch to take chances. So here I am!
Todoroki [55] Todoroki. What else?
Thomas Lawson [50] I will devote my life to fighting the Aschen Empire. I will only rest when the fight is over.
Jack Scott [23] Children of the Ash member, Underground radio talk show host.
Xamoyan animals [9] A placeholder for posts relating to animals native to Xamoyos

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Charles Lorian Character Portrait: The Rocketeer Character Portrait: Marcus Ruben Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Johnathan Roman Character Portrait: Jack Scott
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Standing firm within the Keeper of Abassid's CIC, Admiral Clegg watched as the unidentified ship began it's retreat. The Admiral rested his hands on the console in front of him, and focused his attention on a readout of the planet below.

"Recall the strike, and log that ship's profile into the data registry, if it surfaces again, make sure it's seized and it's crew interrogated." The Admiral remarked, he was ready to move to the next phase of the order.

"The Intelligence Director will be here soon, we're to move into formation." The Admiral added, before he keyed up a wideband communication, with a hint of trepidation, he reached down to pick up the communications reciever.

The Command Carrier would broadcast a powerful transmission to every radio receiver on the planet.

"Attention Citizens of Sky's Edge, this is Admiral Clegg, commander of the fleet currently holding position above your planet. I have recieved word, of a rebellion festering within the bowels of your planet. It has thus hencefourth been decreed by the Emperor, that this rebellion, and all those who aid, and give comfort are named enemies of the Empire. The Consequences of your actions will be most severe. Therefore I implore you, if you are party to this rebellion to reveal yourselves and surrender. You have exactly one centar to comply."

Manipulating the holographic display, Clegg turned to his Executive officer.

"Start the clock."

A holographic clock flickered into view, and began counting down.

"Move the fleet into line formation, low orbit." The Admiral continued.

With an incredulous expression on his face, the XO turned to face the Admiral. "Sir? Are we about to do what I think we're about to do?"

With a heavy look of regret on his face, the Admiral nodded.

"We cannot spare the resources for a protracted conflict with rebels, therefore I've been instructed to glass the planet if the rebels do not surrender. Orders that only the Intelligence Director, the Emperor, and the Quorum can rescind."

The XO frowned, the Chain that binds was clear, and the man knew the stakes.

With a grim expression, the Admiral turned to his XO, and spoke.

"It is a sign of strength to cry out against fate, rather to bow one's head, and succumb. Inevitably many shall fault the hands upon the sword which felled sky's edge, this fleet. But this navy merely performs the duties of it's office. To further fear them is redundant, to hate them, heretical.

Those more sensible will place responsibility with those who forced the hands of the Emperor. With some fortune, they may foster this hatred into purpose, and further rule their own fate by coming into the Emperor's service."

Turning to face the screen, he stared outwards, and clasped his hands behind his back.

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Slowly, the Aschen fleet began to move, it was moving from it's position in high orbit, to a lower orbit, cruisers moving into a long line that stretched thousands of miles, side by side, they were supported by escorting frigates, and the Keeper of Abassid which maintained a middle orbit, to those familiar with Aschen doctrine, the formation was easily recognizable.

The clock continued to tick.

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Charles Lorian Character Portrait: The Rocketeer Character Portrait: Marcus Ruben Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Johnathan Roman Character Portrait: Jack Scott
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Though at times he can be quite the empirical asshole, Roland still yielded to Rei’s offense at his mention of xenos.

“Right. Sorry. You know what I mean. You’re basically from Yellowstone, and not exactly as foreign as the Imperium.”

He sat back as both Thomas and Rei suggested a plan involving getting a radio relay out. It would certainly be a breakthrough in communications, and any help they could get at this point would be a godsend. He noted Thomas’s emphatic speech, and kept in mind the boy was still a child in all of this.

The man he named, Jack Scott, was yet another cause for concern to Roland for as long as he could recall. The idea of having wireless information sent from any of the Children’s bases wasn’t exactly comforting, but Scott’s means of bouncing signals had proved to elude EVE so far.

“Alright, Tangerine Dream. Sounds like a lead. Even if we just use it to find your ship, Rei. I don’t think people outside Aschen space have any idea what happens here, but anything to disrupt the monotony of things I suppose.”

As if on cue, Daniel rushed back into the room, somehow more panicked than before.

“The fleet… Moving down, preparing something…” Daniel said, clearly out of breath. He handed a communicator to Roland, which played out Admiral Clegg’s message for the three to hear.

At first, Roland was white in the face. He knew exactly what this sort of thing meant. A chill ran up his spine and froze all his thoughts, and all he had wanted to do was fall down and cry. “It’s happening again…” He said.

Almost immediately his head jerked back up and started issuing orders to Daniel. “It’s alright. This is what we’ve been waiting for, really. This world’s already on fire. They don’t realise how hot it is. Make sure the generator’s running. Get the Rocketeer on it. I need to visit our resident radio jockey.”

Daniel left, heading straight back to the Rocketeer to give him yet another job. Roland headed out behind him, rushing into the next room over to find Jack Scott in his usual place.

“Scott!” Roland shouted. “Can you backpack the signal they used so that our broadcast originates from their carrier?” He bared his teeth, holding back the tidal wave of emotions festering in that head of his. “They deserve a warning.”

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Charles Lorian Character Portrait: The Rocketeer Character Portrait: Marcus Ruben Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Johnathan Roman Character Portrait: Jack Scott
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Thomas takes a deep breath as he hears the message. How did they know? How did they figure it out? He's not sure what's happening, as everything happened in a rush. He looks at Rei for a second. "What's-" Then he realizes. It has to be Joseph. He turned. They must have caught and broke him. This must have been his own brother's fault. He puts a hand up to his face and drags it downward, shaking his head. "Oh God."

"Huh?" Scott says, looking up as Roland busts through his door. "Uh- Sure. Put a Backpack on the Aschen? Might take a bit, but I think I can do it." He puts on his radio headset and tosses a microphone to Cossack, then begins to mess around with his transmitter, flipping switches and then hitting the transmit button, looking expectantly at Cossack.

The Rocketeer is still fiddling with the Skull Probe when Daniel opens his door and quickly explains to him what Cossack needs him to do. He quickly nods and runs out the door, past all of the confused and slightly scared rebels, and flips up his mask to run down the hall to the generator room.

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott
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Rei huffed in irritation at Roland's half hearted apology, but there wasn't time to get into an argument, their own survival was now a high stake game of cat and mouse. "Of course they don't. They use a limited range of the jungle for their own training, and even then it's mostly slash and burn.. and I don't mean for agriculture either." The Aschen seemed to be genuinely threatened by the existence of a rebellion. In many ways it was satisfying to be able to give them a bit of a headache, and continue to be a thorn in their side, but in others ways it was concerning. "They won't survive long in the heat, not to mention I heard awhile back someone tried to import creatures from somewhere called Xamayos.. they got out."

Meanwhile others who were not the children had heard the broadcast.

"Oi! Looks like 'e gots ourselves a 'ittle war 'ere boys!" The captian of a ship in a lower orbit chuckled, his sentiments soon backed up by the whooping and shouting of the rest of his crew. It would be a lurcative pay day, especially with the threat of military force. They had come to sell weapons to the locals, on good authority that they would buy just about anything that would kill a man. It wasn't exactly an honest method of trade, but as far as they were concerned what the Aschen didn't know about wouldn't hurt them.

Similar reactions flew way across the war torn planet, shared by similar operators like Scott. Now groups that had been previously content to fight among themselves, and with their neighbors were suddenly given a new target to consider; the Aschen military.

"Aschen threaten planet for second time in occupation. What'll ya take, what'll ya take?! " Shouted a bookie on street corner of Neuva Valparisio. The message had now escaped the swampy jungles of Sky's Edge and had traveled at light speed around the planet.

"$2k bounty on any Aschen tech! Best rates this side of the belt! Best prices on ammo in Santigo!" Cried a street vendor just outside a derelict shop full of bits and bobs, parts and pieces of tech from the various military or otherwise occupations of the planet.

The message had now wound it's way back around the planet again, whipping the guerilla groups, militias, and others into a nightmarish frenzy.

It was one thing to fight among themselves, that was certainly agreed upon, and even tolerate the few military installations. But to escalate to glassing the planet was waving a red flag in front of a bull's face. The people of Sky's Edge did not like the Aschen, and would have much preferred other masters or them gone entirely. The only thing they normally wanted from them was their tech, and even then they'd have preferred other things.

To Sky's Edge, Aschen tech was a fickle thing, often requiring rate materials, special handling, and even then it would break soon as you looked at it wrong. It was hardly the thing they thought, that would stand up to the hostile environment on Sky's Edge.


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Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Jack Scott
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  • Rei huffed in irritation at Roland's half hearted apology, but there wasn't time to get into an argument, their own survival was now a high stake game of cat and mouse. "Of course they don't. They use a limited range of the jungle for their own training, and even then it's mostly slash and burn.. and I don't mean for agriculture either." The Aschen seemed to be genuinely threatened by the existence of a rebellion. In many ways it was satisfying to be able to give them a bit of a headache, and continue to be a thorn in their side, but in others ways it was concerning. "They won't survive long in the heat, not to mention I heard awhile back someone tried to import creatures from somewhere called Xamayos.. they got out."

Meanwhile others who were not the children had heard the broadcast.

"Oi! Looks like 'e gots ourselves a 'ittle war 'ere boys!" The captian of a ship in a lower orbit chuckled, his sentiments soon backed up by the whooping and shouting of the rest of his crew. It would be a lurcative pay day, especially with the threat of military force. They had come to sell weapons to the locals, on good authority that they would buy just about anything that would kill a man. It wasn't exactly an honest method of trade, but as far as they were concerned what the Aschen didn't know about wouldn't hurt them.

Similar reactions flew way across the war torn planet, shared by similar operators like Scott. Now groups that had been previously content to fight among themselves, and with their neighbors were suddenly given a new target to consider; the Aschen military.

"Aschen threaten planet for second time in occupation. What'll ya take, what'll ya take?! " Shouted a bookie on street corner of Neuva Valparisio. The message had now escaped the swampy jungles of Sky's Edge and had traveled at light speed around the planet.

"$2k bounty on any Aschen tech! Best rates this side of the belt! Best prices on ammo in Santigo!" Cried a street vendor just outside a derelict shop full of bits and bobs, parts and pieces of tech from the various military or otherwise occupations of the planet.

The message had now wound it's way back around the planet again, whipping the guerilla groups, militias, and others into a nightmarish frenzy.

It was one thing to fight among themselves, that was certainly agreed upon, and even tolerate the few military installations. But to escalate to glassing the planet was waving a red flag in front of a bull's face. The people of Sky's Edge did not like the Aschen, and would have much preferred other masters or them gone entirely. The only thing they normally wanted from them was their tech, and even then they'd have preferred other things.

To Sky's Edge, Aschen tech was a fickle thing, often requiring rare materials, special handling, and even then it would break soon as you looked at it wrong. It was hardly the thing they thought, that would stand up to the hostile environment on Sky's Edge.


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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott Character Portrait: Xamoyan animals
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The sounds of the swamp water bubbling masked the sound of movement. Something with scaly legs with with feathered coats were moving about in the jungle. These were new to the ecosystem, quite easily able to disrupt it and make it their own. Xamatoraptors as they were known on their home planet.

All this ruckus was stirring up not only the raptors but the other animals imported in to this strange new land to them. Things like spinosaurs, giant crocodilians, and other strange and dangerous creatures were loose in the jungles. Some were hungry for new meat fresh for the taking, while others were peaceful yet territorial.

They adapted beautifully to this swampy jungle, the herbivores could even tolerate the normally toxic plant-life!

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Imperial Taiyou Navy Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott Character Portrait: Xamoyan animals
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As the Aschen fleet prepared for the operation, several dozen additional contacts began to filter in through the blackness of space. Roughly a dozen additional Aschen warships flickered into high orbit above Sky's Edge, the Reverence II 'Esteem' was among them. Once in position roughly one hundred and fifty thousand kilometers above Admiral Clegg's fleet, the Esteem began to initiate tactical maneuvers.

The arriving fleet showed up as shimmering green icons on the holographic display, and Admiral Clegg offered a scowl as EVE chirped to life.

"Admiral, I'm receiving revised objectives from the Esteem."

"Keeper of Abbasid, this is Esteem Actual, disregard all black file protocols disseminated by Intelligence, and revert to standard protocol, you've done your part, now let us do ours."

Admiral Hanley's voice echoed through the Keeper's CIC, and Admiral Clegg simply shook his head.

"Acknowledged, Esteem Actual, taking position now." The Admiral replied as he keyed the comms.

The Esteem, and her escort fleet took position, moving into an elongated delta formation as several hyperspace windows began to open up, and roughly a dozen starships that were uniquely not Aschen. Each of the new type of vessels were much smaller, more streamlined, and vaguely resembled bluewater ships, those who frequented the trade circles would recognize them as warships of the Taiyou Empire. Each one of the Taiyou ships bore a blue stripe along their hull, and their radio identifiers showed them as peacekeepers operating under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Defense Force.

With their movements coordinated, the Esteem, and the small floatilla of Taiyou ships began to move towards the planet below.

Hanley had already began the planning phase, they would first seize control of major population centers, as well as major infrastructure points, from there they would move out into the jungle. With strong beachheads established, the Admiral knew it would only be a matter of time before the rebels had been routed.

Slowly, Hanley grabbed the railing of the Command Console as the Esteem shook slightly, slipping into the transition point between vacuum, and atmosphere.

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Imperial Taiyou Navy Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott Character Portrait: Xamoyan animals
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Amidst the chaos, Roland took a deep breath. He spoke clearly into the transmitter using a speech-to-text-to-speech conversion dictation device. The resulting voice was clear and monotoned although maintained the volume and emphasis with which he spoke. The signal appeared to originate from the Command Carrier’s transmitter, as well as every spaceport on Sky’s Edge.

“Hello, Admiral. I’m requesting that you cease this clumsy display of power. This is a planet of warlords. Like the land, they’ve grown into hostility long before your lot ever claimed dominion out here. They adapt to survive. So go ahead, burn this world. The people here will continue to rise from the ashes and their children will finally see who they should have been fighting all this time. End of transmission.”

Roland looked at Jack and smiled. The tension was as high as ever, but Roland could not help but feel a little pride in telling an Aschen authority what for. Behind the shallow gloating, he was genuinely unsure what was going to happen. He knew the planet was well armed, it was just up to those factions to set their sights on the common enemy.

~Elsewhere on Sky’s Edge~

In addition to their traditional armaments, the neverending arms race on Sky’s Edge had resulted in the procurement or development of many fascinating tools of destruction.

A large manned turret was embedded in a jungle settlement, with a 20ft lightning rod on top of a large open vacuum tube. A stray fighter was moving out to investigate the approaching Taiyou ships. The woman manning the turret followed it, aware of what it was doing. However this fighter was from an opposing faction.

She turned to her male superior with the telescopic-binoculars. He turned to her and nodded, smiling. Her eyes lit up, and a devilish smirk struck her hardened expression. She pulled a large lever to the left of the turret and a series of lights lit up all along the lightning-rod. In the turret’s line of sight, past the fighter it was aimed at, a series of dark cumulus clouds amassed together. A few moments later-
*CRACKOOM!!!*
A bolt of lightning came from the clouds and hit the fighter, frying its systems and blowing off of a wing sending it veering off course into the jungle canopy. The Cloud Cannon’s pilot cackled, swinging the gun around to the right and keeping its sights on the Taiyou ships as the distant clouds started to re-align themselves.

Her superior used a primitive comms unit to alert four other mortar crews to abandon camp and man their respective Cloud Cannons.


The fighter had emerged from underneath a lake in an underground hangar. Nine more shot out to locate the Cloud Cannon that took out their comrade, uncertain whether the Taiyou ships were worth worrying about. They were understanding, however, of the clouds amassing above them.

Each fighter was armed with what was known as a Colour Bomb, a remotely detonated smoke bomb that spreads an incredibly thick, bright multicolored smoke in a 10 mile radius. The smoke is thick enough to act as paint for anything that comes into contact with it. A technology appropriated from mass exterior painting tech, the Colour Bomb was used to blind spaces in atmosphere or on the ground, as well as paint its moving targets that otherwise would try to camouflage themselves in the jungle.

They were also equipped with simple Light Beams, essentially hyper powerful spotlights that fired a concentrated UV ray. They could burn through flesh, set standard foliage on fire, and a sustained beam could burn through steel. Ordinarily, the power on these would be toned down to act as standard spotlights.

As for their ballistic weapons, average 90mm cannons for tearing shit up.

One Colour Bomb was fired at the origin point of the thunderclouds (possibly in the path of the Taiyou ships), intended to blind the Cloud Cannon’s target whereas another fighter bombed the jungle in a rough estimation of where the pilot thought it was. They were not mathematical geniuses, and the Colour Bomb’s boundary was a couple miles off of the weather-manipulating artillery.


Chaos like this was consistent in most uninhabited spaces across Sky’s Edge. Civilisation and agriculture was frequently abandoned in these rapid skirmishes for land, only to be taken back when the enemy (or a new faction) showed up with armaments designed to counter what had resulted in their defeat. Bladder Mines for orbital bombardment, Weirdness Sludge for bio-confusion, and Evolution Rays to ruin degradable materials in inefficiently designed tech.

It was likely that EVE would know what the militias called their improvised and traded weaponry, and they only cared enough to hide themselves from whom they were fighting. The exact details of their latest tech, however, would have to be learnt through experience.

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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott Character Portrait: Xamoyan animals
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The commotion in the jungle canopy would not go unnoticed. As the fighter crashed into the trees and eventually into the lake, this attracted the attention of curious beings.

On its home planet it was known as Tarturoxamos, an evolved species of Allosaur easily 30 feet in length and was 3 tons of pure muscle. There was only one as they were solitary hunters, but they would not be left alone for long. In the underbrush were several Xamatoraptors, their reptilian gaze fixated on both the giant predator and the potential meal in the fighter.

The Allosaur came close, its snouting wrinkling as it sniffed out the new object. Its mouth was lined with razor sharp teeth and its arms were tipped with similarly sharp claws with dexterous hands.


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Character Portrait: Rei Harkov Character Portrait: The Montesquieu Twins Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Sprinkles Thothess Character Portrait: Yuri Nikolaev Character Portrait: El Frente Rojo Character Portrait: Behzad Salehi Character Portrait: Rachel Nabaal Character Portrait: Todoroki Character Portrait: Thomas Lawson Character Portrait: Roland I. Cossack Character Portrait: Jack Scott Character Portrait: Xamoyan animals
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Once the Esteem slipped into the atmosphere, the roar of it's gargantuan engines reverberated far below, amidst the rugged jungle, and amidst the swamps, and the rugged mountainous terrain. Hanley was watching the display from her command console, some kind of energy weapon, it appeared these natives had been amassing quite an arsenal while the Empire's eye was turned. But they had a job to do, and Hanley turned to face another woman, this one wearing a dark, olive green jacket, with an unusual insignia pinned to the collar.

"We won't win this from orbit, and glassing the planet would embolden other insurgent groups." The woman said, clasping her hands behind her as she surveyed the holographic table in front of them.

"Let me handle these gritidiim." The Cosmoran woman remarked, keeping her hands clasped behind her, as she kept her eyes on the jungle below, represented on the three-dimensional hologram. Nabaal knew the place of Admirals, and it wasn't on the ground, it was among the stars. Lord General, the last vestige of an old military branch, finding new and reinvigorated use among insurgent groups, and rebellions within the Empire. She was the Empire's attack dog, the Butcher of Ruston, Lord General Nabaal, with wispy brown hair, and a tanned visage from life in the unforgiving deserts of the Cosmora Archipelago.

"Admiral, that Plateau there, deploy the prefabs there, and the Fiiskire." She instructed. "If you could, and then it would be wise to pull your fleet into high orbit." Nabaal smirked. "Oh, and we can't have the Taiyou fight all of our battles either, I'd prefer it if they stayed aboard their ships, this is Aschen problems, and they require Aschen solutions." Nabaal remarked, while she placed a hand on Admiral Hanley's shoulder, patting it twice, before turning to walk around her, and out of the CIC.

Hanley simply grit her teeth, she was too proud to admit it, but the filthy colonial was right, this was her domain, not the Admiralty's. So the Admiral looked down to the display, and highlighted a landing location.

Above the Jungle, with shields flaring to life with energetic eddies, the seemingly unnoticed Reverence II slipped through the clouds, and began to project a brilliant violet beam of light onto a large plateau overlooking a marshy valley that was riddled with a river that snaked through it.

Massive doors opened up underneath the Reverence II, echoing through the jungle below as metal snarled, groaned, and barked it's protest, these massive doors retracted, moving aside armored plates, and opening up wide, exposing a maw that was roughly a kilometer long, and five hundred meters wide, one could look up into the gaping hangar bays of this massive supercarrier, and see a handful of Aschen cruisers, suspended from trusses embedded in the ceiling of the bay, while a large vehicle, one that could be described as an aircraft carrier on treads began to descend through the gravity beam.

This carrier clocked in at one hundred and twenty five thousand long tons, and five hundred and sixty eight meters in length, it was a slow, lumbering beast that would serve as a base of operations for the Aschen ground forces.

With the Fiiskire deployed, crushing everything underneath it with a deafening 'crunch!' that echoed through the entire valley, the Reverence II ignited it's gargantuan engines, while the bay began to slide shut, shields flaring back to life. Slowly, the thirty kilometer long Planetary Assault Carrier began to gain altitude, while the crew of the Fiiskire was identifying travel paths for it to take, Lord General Nabaal at home aboard it's bridge, surrounded by instruments, steadying herself as massive engines caused the Carrier to lurch forward.

"Let's deploy Construction vehicles, clear this foliage and get the beachhead established. Keep your eyes on the scanner." Nabaal ordered, wincing as the sunlight began to shine through the windows, illuminating the Bridge.

Behind the Fiiskire, a massive ramp opened up, revealing a small army of bulldozers, and lumber harvesting trucks, slowly, they moved down the ramp, and started to work clearing the trees, and the undergrowth by cutting them down.

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The small group of Taiyou ships moved through the Multicolored clouds with little hindrance, their advanced sensors meant they did not need to rely on visual cues, unimpeded, they touched down in a body of water south of the continent, with no further orders, they remained in position, while the Esteem began to ascend back into the atmosphere, any attacks against it would be rendered largely ineffective against the Reverence II's Gargantuan shields.

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Meanwhile the jungle simply watched and waited, for now it yeilded to the orders of Hanley's men and their machines. However, that wasn't to say it was without it's defenses. The jungle held dangers of it's own that these men were now subjecting themselves to, things that the locals spoke of in hushed tones for fear of bringing "la madre tierra's wrath down upon them. The locals were also fond of supersitions and rituals, anything that could potentially offer them an edge against their enemy neighbors. These were things often brought to them along with the cargo and crew of any ship that happened to stick around long enough to trade. Due to this Sky's Edge was a strange mash up of many cultures across the stars where many a young man or woman thought there might be easy fame or fortune to be had for themselves.

"You think that's going to work Cossack?" Rei asked more amused than not. Most people in her experience didn't have the guts to tell the Aschen where they could stick their gigantic troop carriers. But she had seen the trick he had pulled off, managing to bury their signal in noise of the planet and shadow generated by the Aschen ships. It wasn't something she had ever really thought of, but it so far had bought them a bit of time, and that was better than nothing. "Because I've never known the Aschen to be terribly smart in the department of leave it the fuck alone."

The warlords of the planet would more than likely take this as an invitation to use some of the worst weapons they'd managed to devise to date. Never mind the discrete, signal-less, bladder mines planted in the jungle where Hanley's men forged a path forward, keen to bend nature to their will. Instead, there were things that the Aschen hadn't yet dreamed could come out of a back water planet to be seen.

Sky's Edge and it's population had had centuries to cultivate their collective hatred against their so called lords and masters that the Aschen deigned to call themselves, into something not unlike a fine wine. And this was something that the Children of Ash had taken full advantage of. Quietly and carefully, they had taken time to refine this anger, this collective hatred of otherness, into a brilliant and crystalline suite of emotions, thoughts, and things. Things that were especially designed to communicate their hatred against those who would have left them forgotten, and abandoned.

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The Aschen’s Fiiskire would find itself under attack from numerous bands of independent factions. They were ‘Splinters’, small groups more focused on defending their jungle hideouts than expanding their petty groups. Perhaps only 10-20 in each, these are the sorts you might expect to find hanging out near dodgy alleyways. They didn’t tend to have in atmosphere fighters of any sort, given their temperament, but would set up traps all around their encampments and arm themselves to ward away other ne’er-do-wells.

For such a purpose is the bizarre chemical concoction known as “Weirdness Sludge”. A viscous, purple, putty-like slime that has a mind-boggling effect on atomic bonds. It gives any substance it touches the same consistency as itself. That is, it turns stuff into a putty-like slime. The material maintains its original colour and chemical makeup. Electronic devices and mechanisms will still work, despite being subjected to the ‘Weirdness’. A steel ceiling may bend downward into the interior, but it IS still as strong as steel and won’t be able to be separated as the sludge itself can be. The sludge can be cleaned/wiped off with something as simple as a tablecloth, at which point the material will warp back into its regular shape. The only substance known to grant immunity to these peculiar effects, is lead, and so it is exactly what the Splinters’ sludge grenades are made of.

There would also be plenty of pitfall traps filled with the stuff, intended to trap intruders in a mess of perspective horror. As for standard weapons, the most basic ballistic firearms and construction tools like nailguns and arm-mounted jackhammers.

Meanwhile, inside one of the Children's hideouts, Roland stood in anticipation after his message.

"They'll step hard and fast. But their MO is to stop this sort of thing before it happens, like us, so at the very least I'd like to imagine we're causing a ruckus."

Roland didn't have a terminal, and refused to use them, so it was common for new recruits to the Children to be devoted couriers. He had only just received word that the Fiiskire was landing in Splinter jungle, delivered by one who had enough of the 'sit and wait' lifestyle of them.

"Say, Rei. I've never been the greatest on the spot, but with a fourman vessel what do you consider our odds on getting out in the mess?"

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"We're causing enough of a ruckus that they've taken notice, that we can pretty much confirm." Rei pointed out. It was intensely frustrating to be so disconnected from the additional feeds of information that Specter would have fed her with her ship's various sensor arrays, for now she was having to rely on what the Children had cobbled and cluged together over the last decade.

"A four-manner? Well.. depends on its capabilities I guess. But more than likely they're going to be pretty busy with that jungle for awhile. The stuff between here and Nueva Santiago's pretty rough, depending on where they decided to land. Even then it's going to take them awhile just to cover the ground, not... uh.. counting whatever's out there that wants a snack." She hesitated, having no idea what the Aschen had or hadn't sent. It was all guesswork and eventually someone was going to yell 'You sunk my battleship!' sooner or later; she just hoped it wasn't the Children yelling it. They had been dealt hard enough blows over the last few years, and when the Empire should have stepped in to help, all they did was rub salt in a raw wound.

"Unknown capabilities aside, I can probably get us out of this hell hole given enough time. We'll just have to be careful, probably see if we can't mimick the sensor returns for one of their ships.. or a friendly at least." That in of itself would likely require some retrofitting with newer scraps and electronic paraphenalia scavenged from the closest city. Going into the city would put a target on their back, but nothing like sitting in the jungle like fish in a barrel. At least in the city there was the potential for loosing any hostiles, especially given a lot of them weren't prepared for the maze like cities that called Sky's Edge home.

The time necessary to pull things off smoothly, however was something she wasn't sure that they had a lot of. Rei still had no idea how much time she had lost or gained stuck down in the cenote, and getting up to speed was more challenging than she had originally thought. From the way Roland had treated everything, it seemed like a lot more than just a couple of days.

"Okay let's put it this way, the odds seem pretty bad.. but might as well take a gamble?"

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Thomas, in all honesty, was panicking. He completely had forgotten what Roland had told him to do, or if he even had told him to do anything at all. He takes a couple deep breaths, and stops, closing his eyes for a few seconds, momentarily forgetting he's in the middle of a hallway until he's shoved into a wall by some rebels running through, which doesn't do much to help his anxiety.

It takes him a minute or two, but he reigns in his raw fear. He reasons with himself, trying to put everything into perspective. This is what he knows.
1. The Aschen are coming, and soon.
2. The Aschen may not know where they are now, but they likely will soon.
3. Once the Aschen do find them, there will likely be conflict.
4. Once the conflict starts, they will either be destroyed by aerial attack, or attacked by ground forces. Either way, they don't have much chance to win. And if they do, there will just be more Aschen.

This is what he gathers from this.
He needs a gun, and if not given one, he needs to start helping in this hellish, chaotic rush.

He starts running down the halls, heading slightly deeper into the converted base, towards the armory. He gets there pretty quickly, and there's a small swarm of people grabbing gear and weapons. He grabs a gun from a guy that's handing them out, a ridiculously old and simple but effective model firearm called a STEN gun. He grabs a vest, not armored, but padded and capable of holding a couple magazines and some other gear. He grabs three magazines for the STEN gun, and the rest are quickly taken by others.
Then he runs back to Roland, wishing to ask for some sort of direction in this hectic mess.

"The Silver Dawn" engages its warp drive, vanishing before your eyes.