Character Bios and Story
Эпоха процветания наступила где-то в огромной вселенной.
Эпоха была названа «Золотым веком» из-за огромного потока товаров и процветания межзвездной торговли. Однако, по мере того, как спрос на товары рос в течение последующих двух столетий, Созвездие Центра поглотила коррупция.
Когда звездная система была полностью поглощена коррупцией, появились неизвестные захватчики, которые захватили звезды в мгновение ока. Организация Объединенных Звездных Наций отчаянно пыталась дать отпор, но их усилий было недостаточно. Казалось, что господство захватчиков вот-вот настанет. Их последний шаг потряс всю Вселенную до глубины души.
Террористы-смертники - захватчики направили свои боевые корабли к каждой звезде. Сила взрыва была настолько велика, что привело к цепочке взрывов планет. Созвездие Центра было на грани исчезновения. Истинной целью захватчиков было «уничтожение», а не «оккупация». Почему? Многие думали об этом, но ответ на этот вопрос так и не был найден. Новое поколение помнит это событие как «Гнев Богов» против продажной власти.
"После взрывов Галактика погрузилась во тьму. Из-за большого количества обломков и радиоактивных материалов,
торговые пути были полностью блокированы. Более удаленные звезды исчезли в темноте."
Глава вооруженных сил «U.N.S» Сан Мартин использовал последние оставшиеся силы и ресурсы на поиск нового маршрута. Много жизней было принесено в жертву и, наконец, новый маршрут был найден. Межзвездное путешествие снова стало возможным и жизнь вернулась во Вселенную. С открытием нового маршрута была объявлена новая эра.
"U.N.S создал «Новый союз», а военные восстановили Совет.
Культура и экономика звездных наций были изменены.
Захватчики, которые скрывались в зоне обломков, были уничтожены или стали союзниками."
Были введены огромные налоги, чтобы предотвратить повторение коррупции, от которой страдала звездная система много веков назад. Был выделен большой бюджет для военных на защиту от любых дальнейших нападений со стороны захватчиков. В результате этого военные создали более сильное объединение и их силы расширились.
"Новый маршрут" был под контролем вооружённых сил. Для того, чтобы получить допуск к нему, необходимо пройти тщательный процесс проверки. Только те, у кого есть пропуск, могут вести торговлю и пользоваться маршрутом. Несмотря на строгие правила, малые народы, которые помнят "Гнев Богов", не смогли этому воспротивиться.
Когда порядок был установлен и тревога по поводу вымирания миновала, малые народы начали высказываться. Они утверждали, что "Новый маршрут" являлся для военных новым видом установления контроля. Восстание произошло на планете Вол, расположенной на окраине Галактики. Они называли себя "Черным Флагом" и незаконно заняли Звездные врата. Хотя военные отреагировали мгновенно, этого было недостаточно для подавления несогласных.
Оккупация Звездных врат заставила малые народы восстать. Если бы Черный Флаг захватил "Новый маршрут", наступила бы новая эра изоляций и самоуничтожения. Некоторые призывали военных законно распределить право собственности на "Новый маршрут", а некоторые народы присоединились к Черному Флагу.
Военные силы "U.N.S" объявили военное положение против захватчиков. Но гнев Черного Флага только усилился. С каждым днем все больше Звездных Наций объявляло о своем выходе из Союза. Только экономический союз, Цюрих Банк видели возможность заработать на всем этом. Никто не мог понять их истинных намерений.
The Tale of McClain
Stellar Year 21043. A streamlined mothership is cruising between stellar systems. Inside the mothership, in the physical scanning room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, a young woman in her 20s is running on a treadmill. She had several sensors on her body which were hooked up to a screen that displayed the data. She was second lieutenant McClain of the U.N.S military. She looked impressive as she ran on the treadmill in a compression suit, her fierce eyes faced forward however, she was deep in thought about her father who had been MIA for a long time.
Her father’s name was Colin. He was a navigator. In an effort to overcome the crisis a long time ago, he volunteered for the pioneer efforts New Route Expedition set forth by the U.N.S. General Commander San Martin. 5 new routes were discovered and he was awarded a medal for the best Navigator. However, in the same year after McClain’s birth, her father set out for his 6th expedition and they lost contact with him. McClain’s mother set out on her own to find her husband and she was never heard from again.
Before McClain had become a year old, she had become an orphan. She was resentful of her parents who had left the world far too early. McClain was scared of the ‘New Route’ that had stolen her parents away. After a difficult time during puberty, McClain learned how to handle her misfortune.
When McClain became of age, she enrolled in the U.N.S. Military Academy and requested to be a guard at the ‘Stargate’, the entrance to the New Route. Today marked a year since she was commissioned as a second lieutenant. Coincidentally, she was on the way to arrest members of the Black Flag for illegally occupying the Stargate. There was a ping that let McClain know that her physical was finished. McClain slowed down on the treadmill and wiped the sweat from her face. The results read ‘excellent’. McClain was pleased with her results and headed to the showers.
Moments later, McClain enters the mission room in combat uniform and sat at a desk. Her desk was covered with wanted posters of the resistance members. McClain loaded a battery module onto her electric gun and holstered it to her hip. Suddenly, the desk screen caught McClain’s eyes. A U.N.S. military broadcast was on. They had released the identities of the people illegally occupying the Stargate. McClain held back her tongue as she filled with anger when she saw the images of the rebel army. At her condition, she could shoot all the rebels and still have energy left. This mission was not to shoot on sight but to capture the rebels instead. Then, an android commander, AI called McClain.
“Second Lieutenant McClain. We picked up some strange readings by the boosters and would like to give you a report.”
“What is it?”
“Do you mind if you could come this way?”
With a look of suspicion on her face, McClain got up from her seat. Her eyes followed the trail of hexagonal metal scraps. It was an ancient piece of technology that has been traveling in space called the UNO. AI showed McClain that she had to see for herself with her own eyes. UNO was made before the founding of the New Route and all of the new route coordinates were already stored in the hard drive. McClain couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It meant that when her father was on his expedition, he had already secured all of the new routes. She asked as her voice shook.
“Are you sure the data hasn’t been damaged from all that time in space?”
“I suspected that as well but you can see that it has been getting live updates from the U.N.S. headquarters”
It was as if she was hit with a ton of bricks. AI's voice sounded like a bullet had gone off. What was even more surprising was that the last docked place was at San Martin’s personal Mothership, the General Commander who started the expedition for the New Route. McClain was in shock. ‘If he had already known and found those routes, why did he gather all these people?’. Her mind raced. ‘Did my parents die in vain? But why?’. The voice of the commander from the speakers pierced through the silence. It was an alert that there were 25 minutes left until they arrived at the battle scene and the combatants should change into their combat suits. McClain was blank and didn’t know what to do and AI approached her.
She came to and ordered AI,
“AI, I want you to sync your information processor with the main data storage.”
“Could you repeat that, ma’am?”
“I said to connect to the data storage!”
“Lieutenant, I need a code from a superior to authorize this”
“I’ll take care of it, just sync the data”
“This is a breach of military law. Connecting to the headquarters.”
When AI tried to communicate with the headquarters, McClain hesitated. Her fingertips twitched as they hovered above her electric gun. In the blink of an eye, she aimed her gun at AI. BANG! With a flash of white, the CPU located at the top of AI was destroyed and it was deactivated. McClain looks out the window. Several hundred warships were moving towards the orbit. In the distance, the Stargate shone brightly. The gate was set ablaze from the Black Flag’s attack. Everything was in chaos.
An era of prosperity occurs somewhere in the vast universe,
The era was aptly named the “Golden Age” from the flood of goods and inter-stellar trade that prospered.
However, as the demand for commodities rose for the next couple of centuries, the Central Stellar became a path to corruption.
When the stellar system was at its most corrupt,
The unidentified invaders appeared and took over the stars in a blink of an eye.
The United Nations Stellar tried to fight back but their efforts were not enough.
It seemed as if the Invaders’ domination were on a countdown.
Their final move shook the universe to the core.
Suicide-bombs - The invaders turned their Battle Motherships towards each star.
The force of the explosion resulted in a chain of explosions of the planets,
The Central Stellar was at the brink of extinction.
The Invader’s ultimate goal was ‘destruction’, not ‘occupation’.
But why? Many have speculated but no one could find an answer.
The next generation remembers the events as “the Wrath of the Gods” against the corruption.
After the explosion, the galaxy fell into darkness
Due to a large amount of debris and radioactive materials,
The trade routes were completely blocked.
The remote/isolated stars disappeared in the dark
The head of the U.N.S military, San Martin, used the last remaining manpower and resources to carry out a New Route Exploration. Many lives were sacrificed in the process and the first route was finally discovered. Interstellar travel was possible again and a breath of life came over the universe.
A new era was declared with the discovery of the new route.
The U.N.S launched a ‘New Union’ and the military rebuilt the Council.
The Stellar Nations’ culture and economy was reshaped
The Invaders who were hiding out in the debris zone were killed or became allies
Hefty taxes were imposed to prevent the repetition of corruption that plagued the star system centuries ago. A large budget was allocated to the military to defend against any further attacks from the Invaders.
As a result, the military developed a stronger unity and the forces expanded.
The ‘New Route’ is also strictly controlled by the military.
In order to pass through the routes, an intensive screening process needs to take place.
Only those with a pass can trade and take these routes.
Despite the strong regulations, the smaller nations that remember ‘God’s Wrath’ couldn’t oppose.
When order was established and the anxiety of extinction was over, the smaller nations started to speak out.
They claimed that the “New Routes” were a way for the military to assert control.
A revolt took place on Planet VOL located in the outskirts of the galaxy.
They called themselves the Black Flag and illegally occupied a Stargate.
Although the military reacted immediately, it was not enough to squash their protest.
The Stargate occupation incited the smaller nations to stand up.
If the Black Flag had taken over the entire New Route,
A new era of isolation and self-destruction would occur again.
Some urged the military to legally distribute ownership of the New Route and some of the nations had allied themselves with the Black Flag.
The U.N.S military declared martial law against the insurgents
But the Black Flag’s anger only grew more intense.
Every day, more Stellar Nations declared to succeed from the Union.
Only the economic union, the Zurich Bank, saw the opportunity to stockpile goods.
No one could figure out their intentions.
A U.N.S. affiliated planet. The sky was crimson inside the large hemispherical ‘air garden’ space craft with an open roof. Looking closer, one can see a large stage and tables set up for a party. The human species who have dressed up in their best attire were seated around dozens of tables and were enjoying the festivities. The human guests were dressed in extravagant dresses and suits. The insect species shuffled between tables, bringing drinks and food to the guests while the animal species were in charge of security. It was a strict caste society where the human species were at the top. The humans acted like nobility. The humans put on a smile and were busy showing others their depth of knowledge about culture, the arts, and politics. The insect and animal species who served them worked mechanically and didn’t show any emotion.
However, there was a table that drew a lot of attention. Among the humans sat a honey badger at the round table. The honey badger was dressed differently from other others. Even at a glance, anyone could tell that his suit and bowtie were luxurious and he also wore a jewel encrusted watch and ring. He was eloquent and exuded an air of manliness that he blended right in with the humans. His name was Ratel Bolivar. He was born on the planet Vol of the animal species and is the oldest son. After his kind declared independence from the U.N.S and the Liberation Front was created, he tried to recruit the higher members of society. He thought that absorbing much of developed culture would bring him power. Over the course of 10 years, he inherited a considerable amount and rose to a high position in the enterprise at a young age. The people seated next to Ratel at the table were vying for his attention. A man at the same table praised him. He was an imposing man with a large forehead and a protruding stomach.
“Ratel, is it true that you’ve bought a star?”
“It’s just a small man-made planet. It’s costing more to maintain it.”
Women in ornate accessories chimed into the conversion.
“Wow, Ratel! Looks like you’ve made it!”
Ratel furrowed his brows as if there was a problem he didn’t attend to.
“The inhabitants are driving me up the wall. I should hire some mercenaries to take care of them.”
“Then why don’t you join the U.N.S. army instead? You can fly in with one of those battleships and BOOM!”
Ratel shook his head and laughed. He took a sip of his drink and chatted away.
“Oh no no. The military group and I don’t get along very well. The U.N.S Council on the other hand…maybe.”
“You’ll be the first animal species member of the Council, that’s quite impressive”
“Hah! Why, you don’t think I can do it?”
“You’re not like the other Vols. That’s why you’re our friend. I bet if I took a peek under all
that fur while you’re asleep we’d find a human.”
With a big smile across his face, Ratel changes the subject and changes the mood.
“So the last time I went to planet Glam I bought this. It’s over 800 years old.”
“Is it that drink they called ‘wine’ in the olden days?”
“You’re right, and the smell is amazing. Since you offered last time, why don’t I treat you for a change?”
The humans were confused at Ratel’s words. Ratel gets up on stage and grabs the mic. All eyes were on him.
“Good evening everyone, today is a special night. Why you might ask? I just feel great.”
The guests cheered and applauded. Ratel responded with a boisterous tone.
“I don’t have a particularly great reason for other than that I feel good. Just like how you don’t need a reason to fall in love. It’s an honor to share this moment with you all. The food and drinks at this banquet are on me so enjoy yourselves!”
The humans let out a roar of applause. Ratel motions to an insect species server. Ten huge barrels of wine were rolled in on a trolley. Food and drinks were served to everyone. The music blared throughout the night and the humans were in harmony.
The night rolled in. The music and the lights remained but the guests have fallen asleep. It looked like a scene from ‘The Sleeping Beauty’. Ratel stood still at the bow of the ship. He looked down on the sleeping humans and whistled. A dozen animal species began their move from the hull of the ‘air garden’. With animal instincts, they ascended in an easy bound to the party. They were the Black Flag. Ratel and the Black Flag exchanged glances. They started to collect the humans’ bags, wallets, earrings, rings, watches etc. It all happened in a blink of an eye. Moments later, a small Black Flag ship appeared from between the clouds. The hangar opened and Ratel and the rest of the animal boarded the ship. A one-eyed animal species asked Ratel.
“Ratel, where to next?”
“Where ever the Liberation funds are”
The Black Flag ship quietly left the ‘air garden’. A cheer erupted in the night sky
“FOR THE LIBERATION!”
The Tale of Dandolos
A massive spacecraft moves through space. The exterior of the ship is a dull grey titanium as if armor has been hammered in. A Zurich Bank logo is visible on the hull of the ship. At a glimpse, the vessel looks like an impregnable fortress but the interior of the mothership tells a completely different story. An expanse of grass lied inside with lush trees and other greenery. Under the blue sky lied a small wooden house on top of a small hill. An elderly man named Dandolos sits in his armchair out on the balcony. With reading glasses perched on his nose, he is absorbed in his book and a large dog stirs under his feet. A serene scene.
Moments later, at the spot where it seemed like a cloud was, a small rectangular shaped light flashes and a gate opens. A middle-aged man ascends to the ground on an ‘air fly’. Dressed in traditional Arabic thawb, stands Al Rashid.
Dandolos sets his book away and looks over towards Al Rashid standing in the grass. There was an air of mystery between these two. Al Rashid bows politely and Dandolos returns a smile.
Al Rashid sits down on the empty couch when he entered the library. The house was filled with antiques; Desks, drawers, an electric kettle, and even a turntable. Out of all these ancient items, one thing drew Al Rashid’s eyes. A large framed portrait of a young Dandolos hung on the wall.
The portrait captured Dandolos’ young energetic spirit when he was starting out as a trader. Al Rashid listened to Dandolos as he spoke
“It seems like the conflict will get longer”
Al Rashid turned towards Dandolos who put down his teacup.
“The Black Flag is putting up quite a fight”
“The longer it takes, the worse it gets for the U.N.S”
“You don’t think the military can penetrate them?”
“Are you frightened?”
Al Rashid struggled to find the right response to Dandolos’ sudden question. Al Rashid couldn’t dare to say no. Al Rashid was afraid to lose his reputation, his network, and trust he has built up over the years as an entrepreneur because of the war. He doubted that Dandolos could see right through him.
“Of course it’s terrifying. The currency would turn to dust if the entire stellar system is ruined”
Al Rashid was embarrassed that Dandolos could read his face so easily. He thought he should cut to the chase since his cover was already blown.
“It’s time for the Zurich Bank to express where they stand. What say you?”
“Here, have some more tea.”
Dandolos motioned towards the teacup and interrupted the conversation. He looked over at the blue skies and the clouds. Al Rashid thought Dandolos was brazen. As old people do, Dandolos started to talk about the past.
“When I was young, my dream was to have several man-made planets like Serenissima. I wanted to spend the rest of my days there. But, as I grew older, my dreams changed. Do you want to know what they are?”
“Hopefully not the one you’re living right now.”
It was Al Rashid’s first time being so frank and forthcoming with his tone but Dandolos’ attitude did not falter. Al Rashid thought that Dandolos was a sly old man.
“If..If we built a battleship that was as big as Serenissima, taking over the Stargate would just be a matter of time, wouldn’t it?”
Al Rashid then realized that Dandolos was not thinking straight from living a life of solitude.
The story was as ridiculous as sailing a ship without a helmsman.
“Remember, a merchant should be creative first. Business skills should come next.”
Finally, Al Rashid could not stand it any longer and stood up from his seat.
“Sir, I forgot I had a very important meeting in the afternoon.”
Al Rashid excused himself and told Dandolos that he would visit soon. Before Rashid could leave, Dandolos remarked,
“Go and find the colonies that declared independence from the U.N.S. Start from the poorest. Make them an offer they can’t refuse. And next? Draw up a dual contract. And the contents? When asked by the Zurich Bank, they would provide you with their military whenever. As long as there are disputes, we will continue to keep buying as many militaries of the colonized nations as possible.”
Al Rashid stopped in his tracks and looked behind. Dandolos was a completely different person. Even the light in his eyes changed. Al Rashid’s heart started to beat. Dandolos was not an old-fashioned merchant, he was still an ambitious revolutionist. A smile Al Rashid had never seen before formed across Dandolos’ face.
“Al Rashid, I’m talking about building another military organization... What do you think about my business venture?”