Storm's Reach Coalition - FactionStory Thus Far:
At A Glance:
Without Weakness - Syte's Rise To Power
Twenty years before the formation of the SRC (Storm's Reach Coalition) the allied human nations of the Feyloch star cluster were under the banner of The Coalition. For many years they lived in peace with their alien neighbors, the Asarian Republic, but conflicts were always sparking along the borderline systems. During a war game exercise gone horribly wrong the Coalition Battlestar, known by the name of Resolute, accidentally engaged what it believed to be an unmanned drone target ship but what turned out to be an Asarian civilian freighter. Both sides' respective media corporations blew the situation out of proportions; the Coalition saying the freighter attacked the Battlestar Resolute while the Asarians saying the Resolute was sent to specifically destroy the civilian freighter to kill the scientist team on-board. Peace failed and war soon broke out between the two factions, the Coalition started to lose their frontier sovereign worlds to Asarian occupational forces as civilian support for the war was small. The Asarians made sure no civilian casualties on either side occurred, and promised to restore a fair human democracy after the tyranny had been removed from leadership of the Coalition.
After five years of endless conflict the Asarians were nearing the home systems, the Coalition high command devized a plan to change the course of the war. They set the stage for the destruction of the local Asarian supporting media at the very hands of the Asarians themselves; effectively killing two birds with one stone. Though the Asarian government tried to apologize many times for the incident no media corporation in the Coalition would broadcast it, maintaining that the Asarians are power hungry for our sovereign worlds after all. Civilian support from that point on turned the war back against the Asarians, they suffered brutal setback after setback as more and more funding was poured into the Coalition and it's well coordinated and manned fleets.
The five years of time were, this time, in favour of the Coalition, who had nearly pushed the Asarian back to their three core worlds. As the cornered Asarian High Command met, their basic animal instinct soon gave way. Their elected leader finally signed off on the authorization of an experimental weapon known to cause widespread destruction and render planets uninhabitable. The religious and civil rights arms of the governments detested this and said they would not be apart of an Asarian Republic who resorts to such means; but it was too late. The high command believed the end would justify the means, and so they launched all of their reserve fleets in a daring surprise attack on the Coalition home worlds.
The Coalition couldn't compete, world by world fell in a blanket of black death produced by these super weapon class missiles. It only took a mere three missiles to wipe out all life on a single planet. Once the Asarians jumped into the gravity well of a planet they merely had to protect the main missile ships and get through the blockade to completely and permanently destroy the planet's ecosystem and all life on it. The Coalition high command was not prepared to give into to Asarian demands of unconditional surrender, they would fight to the bitter end. The day finally came when the Asarians arrived at the home Coalition world of Krytan; the majority of remaining ships from both sides were present and this battle would decide the fate of the war. As the first two missiles landed on Krytan the majority of the remaining Coalition population was wiped out; but the third missile never launched.
Aboard the Coalition battlecruiser The Pride the Executive Officer, Lieutenant Aurilen, set aside the death of his captain, the loss of his eye, and the heavy damage of his ship to set The Pride on a desperate collision course with the last missile boat in firing range. The Pride was completely disabled but it managed to also disable the Asarian bombardment ship, and it's full payload of missiles. The planet of Krytan was lost, but the lack of the third missile hitting gave the remaining civilians the time they needed to escape the blanket of death. With the payload of missiles in Coalition control, they set a course with all remaining functional ships to the Asarian core worlds.
The Asarians had nothing left, what remained of their fleet were all scattered and trying to regroup, without communications beacons to guide them, the remaining Coalition ships took out each planet one by one with the stolen missiles. The Asarian home world was unlike Krytan; it was ready for war by itself. It's planetary defense cannons tore shreds through the minimal strength Coalition fleet, including the Mothership class carrier "Aeon" carrying what remained of the Coalition High Command and government members. Even the Asarian's major fleet action victory couldn't stop their own weapon, all the remaining missiles made contact completely wiping the planet out; and leaving the star cluster devoid of planetary life completely.
The only remaining flag officer left with the Coalition was Rear Admiral Syte, a recently promoted admiral who's unfinished flagship escaped narrow destruction and acted as a repair rallypoint for damaged coalition ships while finishing the construction of Avidus. Learning the fate of the remaining fleet, his assigned Battlestar Group (BSG-88, Storm's Reach Company) declared themselves the last resistance of The Coalition as well as declaring martial law over the remaining civilian fleet. Now a Fleet Admiral by his own decree; Syte lead the remaining ships on a number of skirmishes to eliminate remaining Asarian forces and to capture old classified technology to amass a large fleet.
After the Asarian remnants were adequately in-existent, Syte set out with his fleet into the uncharted stars, looking for resources to amass his numbers and allegedly a new cluster of stars for his civilian fleet to call home. There is not much civil unrest under Syte's decree of Martial law; then again there's little reason for it. He keeps the fleet fed and his strategic genius has been proven in many skirmishes with both Asarian Remnant and unknown hostile forces out in the verge.
Current Politics: The SRC currently operate under martial law and all reside aboard ships part of a massive flotilla including a mobile staging station which doubles as a guardian for the civilian fleet while the military ships are deployed. Fleet Admiral Syte currently handles all governing duties of the fleet; though most are happy about this there are some whispers that he may be a tyrant as nobody publicly speaks aloud about his faults. Some believe he has his own personal goon squad to snuff out any who may speak against him; others have it in their mind that things simply aren't bad enough to complain about. There is currently an over-abundance of both clean water and food with the civilian fleet; live stock ships and mobile green houses also assure the fleet's long term survival minimizing all arguments over distribution of basic needs. Recently Syte has re-introduced a monetary system and re-established the flow of comerce between ships; designating an entire section of the mobile station, Perseverance, as a trade hub. The highest paying roles in the fleet remain to be those in the military.
Pouring the majority of the fleet's resources into a single personal ship design have made a few would-be politicians question their "Valiant Savior." Recently there have been open talks of restoring democracy and a political system, recognizing the Battlestar he was constructing as his new flagship sparked this debate Syte elected to name it "Aristotle" despite advisers telling him otherwise.
The virtual image of the Vice Admiral looked around the stateroom, obviously acting un-impressed to infer his was of a much larger size. A young-looking man standing tall at attention saluted the admiral, his blue fleet officer uniform carefully decorated with all of his combat distinctions as well as his captain's insignia pinned to his collar.
"At ease, Captain Syte." The Admiral spoke, betraying nothing of his true emotions.
The fleet officer lowered his arms to his side, though still stood rigidly as if unable to relax. He only vaguely knew if the rumors he had heard about this assignment were true.
"We're transferring the package containing manoeuvring orders now, you're approximate point of intercept will be met in 3 hours, the ship has been confirmed to not be carrying an FTL drive as to not arouse any suspicion from us, but our intel is accurate."
The young captain was in command of a specialized stealth cruiser, much larger than any stealth ship in The Coalition arsenal that normally carried full stealth capabilities. It paid heavily for this feature, however, by sacrificing a lot of the armour normally accompanying a cruiser of this size. She played an important part in The Coalition fleet, acting as a "legal" form of piracy against the "enemy." Piracy in this case was referred legally to 'Mercantile disruption' and carried out by attacking and disabling enemy shipping without alerting them to the attacker's presence. The Enemy in the earlier stated case was The Asarian Republic, who was not officially at was with The Coalition and had a large amount of their population consisting of Humans.
"Vagabond is combat ready and will carry out this task as assigned, Admiral." The Fleet Captain stated, still standing stiff.
"I expected as much, regular reports after mission completion are to be forwarded to my office personally."
A quick salute between them, and the image of the Vice Admiral faded. Syte dropped back into his chair, hastily pulling up information on the mission parameters. It was exactly as he feared; a civillian passenger ship carrying extremely important individuals who were working allegedly working on the controversial doomsday project. He ran a hand back through his hair, knowing he had to come up with something. Finally, he tapped his chair's communication key.
"Lieutenant Fate, please have all available marines combat-suited according to parameters and ready for delpoyment by time---" He checked the ship-board clock "--0730."
That should give them 2 and a half hours to get them rested and ready.
He knew he couldn't order the destruction of the passenger ship like the mission folder suggests as the most direct and approved approach, he wouldn't have needless civillian blood on his hands. Instead he would deploy his marines in strike suits to capture or eliminate the VIPs and then extract from the area.
The console at his chair chirped and announced that someone wanted access to his stateroom. He tapped the communicator.
"Who is it?"
A female voice answered.
"Marine Force Captain Perchis"
Syte opened the door to his Marine Captain stroll in, already in her mesh underlay for her battle armour.
"A little early to start getting suited up, don't you think?" Syte teased,
they have been sharing an intimate relationship together, though keept it completely profesional in front of the crew. Her face flushed and she shifted herself to give him a better view of the tight mesh. Syte didn't seem too interested while a battle loomed so close.
"I can't plan a mission like this with you standing over there looking like that." He admitted.
"That's why I do it, just to bother you." She winked, returning to her rigid and professional stance.
"I got your modified plan." She continued. "I couldn't believe the rumours at first that they wanted us to destroy a civillian passenger liner."
He rolled his shoulders back, stretching out before replying.
"They're worried, they don't know a lot about this WMD that are apparently being made."
She nodded, heading back to the exit after dropping off her crafted plan for the marine strike team.
"Never the less, this plan will work, it has to." She said, trying not to sound too serious to keep the mood suitable.
"Get a little rest, Lisa, the intercept is in 2 hours."
She shut the door behind her a little harder than normal, though not actually the case because the hatch closed with the same force automatically every time. She apparently didn't like being told she needed rest. Syte smiled, trying not to get distracted by thoughts of her as he picked up her revised plan and read it over. It was solid, have the marine cut into the port airlock and sweep through with non-lethal ammunition as well as a few lethal magazines just incase the shit hit the fan. He closed the tablet containing the plan and layed back in his bunk, trying to get a few hours of rest before Vagabond reached her target.
The young Officer once again adjusted his uniform and Captain's insignia with pride. Many others his age in the fleet held their own command of a ship, but very choice few had been given prototype ships, classified assignments, and the full fledged rank of Captain. Finally happy with the place of his outfit Syte strode through the final bulkhead to his bridge, the single remaining marine inside the ship saluted and startled the bridge crew as he entered.
"Captain in deck!"
"At east, Corporal."
The marine seemed to relax as Syte shifted his gaze to the holographic display table. The bridge was decently cramped, but not to the point you couldn't walk around easily. The main reinforced glass and flat-panel touchscreen displays were at the bow and just behind them sat the two navigators, steering Vagabond. Behind them sat a command chair which Syte could sit in and to the right and left of the chair sat the bulkheads housing the exits. Even farther back was the holographic table and control stations where the other 5 watch-standers on the bridge would work, all forming the nerve center for the advanced cruiser.
"Sir," The lead navigational officer spoke; "30 seconds out of planned maneuver."
Syte replied at once. "Reverse heading and engage full velocity brake to engagement speed."
Vagabond gracefully spun around and reversed it's heading, firing it's thrusters to reduce it's travelling velocity as it's advanced intertial dampeners kept the ship in one piece through the maneuver. Vagabond did have an FTL core, but there was no jump beacon or friendly ship nearby to provide the coordinates that the enemy ship would be at when they would arrive.
"Target spotted on short range senors, establishing visual."
The Passenger Ship named Gregory Ermen, after a famous Asarian philosopher, showed up on Syte's main display. The passengers Liner's hull bearing the name and the sensors positively IDing the ship. The relative velocity and distance between it and Vagabond now was minimal, but Vagabond's pitch black hull emitted no light, heat, or anything higher than trace displacement particles glided in un-detected.
"Marine shuttle confirmed loaded and in launch bay," another watch-stander announced, looking to Syte. "They're going to launch on schedule, 15 seconds."
The young captain looked to the display again, watching as his shuttle separated from the ship. Unfortunately the shuttle lacked the advanced stealth systems onboard Vagabond and instantly showed up on the Passenger Liner's sensors. The startled bridge crew on the civillian ship struggled to find out where the shuttle came from and tried helplessly to hail it. The shuttle carrying the marine strike team aboard slammed into the cargo deck of the passenger ship, drilling it's bow in and pressurizing the hole as the marine team poured out in their combat suits.
They swept through the three levels of the ship like fire, gracefully reporting each compartment as cleared of hostiles before reaching their designated objective.
So far so good.
"Syte, Captain Perchis--- " Her voice cut off for a second. "You're not going to believe this."
"Vagabond actual, go ahead Perchis." Syte spoke, anxious to hear what she had to say.
"It's not just a part of the team, it's the whole thing."
Onboard the Battlestar Resolute Commander Farelia sat watching the unknowing marines through their helmet cameras while behind her stood the holographic image of Vice Admiral Orfall, looking distraught.
"No-- The whole fracking team?!" The Commander spoke in disbelief. Commander Farelia was a young officer as well, not a month older than 29. She and Syte personally knew each other from Officer's school but she carried much envy and jealousy as his political and tactical skills outshone her own as he was promoted far quicker.
"Sensors confirm positive IDs on all of them." The Admiral spoke, seeming distracted in thought.
"We can't take them hostage," The Admiral continued; "It simply won't logistically work, we need them killed and now."
He pressed a button on the chair behind him, contacting Captain Perchis of the Marines.
"Captain Perchis" He spoke into her helmet as his image appeared on her TacNet HUD. "Execute all of them at this very moment by order of the office of Vice Admiral Orfall, this overrides all other parameters."
The order literally blind sided her, and she stood stunned as her Marines looked to her to try and figure out what was going on. She finally got the courage needed to reply to him.
"Admiral, execution of civillians even in neutral space is against section seven code --" But she was cut short.
"I don't want to hear you recite anything, Marine! I gave you an order! Fire your fracking gu--"
Her helmet feed cut short, Syte's image replacing the Admiral's.
"It seems we've lost Admiral Orfall suddenly, and for some reason I can't seem to reach him again." Syte said, a comforting smile on his face.
"Thank you sir, I can't seem to recall what orders he was trying to override though?" She said, her courage returning and a smile creeping across her face now too.
"Then you better assume standard mission parameters until we can get passed whatever is jamming our communications, Vagabond actual out."
"Thank you." She muttered before saluting and closing the channel, knowing he was still there watching the situation.
She returned to the situation at hand and tried not to distract herself with what might happen later, instead rounding up these scientists and making their way back to the shuttle. Back aboard Battlestar Resolute Admiral Orfall's image stood steaming. Commander Farelia quietly sat, trying not to draw the aggitated Admiral's attention.
"Commander, aren't your crew currently performing a live-ammo computer shakedown training mission?"
She stuttered a little in her reply at first.
"Y-yes Admiral, decks 3 through 13 fore are all currently in training mode."
"I think it's time you step up your whole ship to condition one, Commander, I need to make sure your whole crew can pass muster..."
Alarms finally sounded aboard the Passenger Liner as the Light Battlestar Resolute exited it's FTL jump, having stolen Vagabond's sensor data to get the coordinates. As soon as she exited jump the Battlestar immediately opened fire, shots collided with the civilian ship and sent her reeling, desperately trying to avoid them.
"What in the living Frack?! Where did BSG Resolute come from?!"
The stunned bridge crew froze under the sudden change, desperately trying to tell the marines to get out of there. Syte opened a com channel to the Resolute but the automated training protocol active onboard the Battlestar denied the channel, relaying that the ship was currently engaging drone targets in a training exercise. Syte fumed and broadcast an emergency frequency on all nearby channels.
"Battlestar Resolute you are firing on a neutral and identified civilian ship with Coalition personal onboard, please cease hostile action at once."
Nothing changed except the fact that the Battlestar was now arming Concussion missiles to finish the Passenger Liner off. His hands visibly shaking now; Syte opened a channel to Captain Perchis.
"L-Lisa get out of there now! They're arming missiles to blow the whole thing apart! Frack the shuttle and the objective, get to an escape pod now! That's an order!"
He waited desperately for a reply, but finally called up the courage to open her helmet feed. He saw the final moments with his own eyes, as she dragged her second in command towards an escape pod. She was barely moving faster than a crawl, her medical HUD displaying a fractured right leg as she heroically tried to drag her comrade to safety when the feed vanished and an explosion filled the view screen.
Syte had been an officer rated in the top 0.5 percentile for keeping calm during a heated situation, but in this case there had been a reason that romantically linked officers usually didn't operate on the same ship. Syte dropped to his seat in disbelief, no sound but the hum of the bridge equipment could be heard as all of the watch standers stared at the explosion. This wasn't war, and those who fired the shots were supposedly on our own side.
Admiral Orfall's image appeared un-announced on the bridge of Vagabond now that Resolute was countering the jamming field.
"Congratulations on a successful mission, Captain, your next mission package is en route. Until then you have 10 hours relief to get some rest. Let your crew personally know that the high command is in their debt for winning this war before it even started."
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EnlistedImportant Characters:Commander Aurora
(Female) (Name not on record) - XO of BSG - 18 AristotleCommander
(Eomand) Sholtz (Male) - Commanding Officer of BSG - 88 AvidusCommander
(Jennifer) Cresida (female) - Commanding Officer of BSG - 42 ImperiousSenior Captain
(Valis) Fate (Male) - Commanding Officer of BSG - 12 VictoriaVice Admiral
Vaserius (Nexus) (Male) - Commanding Officer of SCS - 01 WyvernHuman Players:
(assigned and unassigned)
NOTE: Not all of the listed below currently are active in the game yet, they're part of a small gaming group with myself and will be becoming more active in the community after the game's multiplayer update.
- Hufer: Fleet Admiral
(John) Syte (Male) - Commanding Officer of BSG - 18 Aristotle
- Axis48: Fleet Captain
(Thomson) Lambardi (Male) - CHG - 42 Pale Empress
- Vrahn: Senior Captain
(Cedric) Aurilen (Male) - Cruiser The Pride
- Tales23: Captain
(To be announced)
- Skippy: Second Lieutenant
Shana (Larisar) (Female) - Master at Arms of Battlestar Aristotle
- Jibreel: Civilian Aide
(To be announced) (Male) - Server Administrator of Battlestar Aristotle
- Vexing: Chief Medical Researcher
(Ashni) Bello (Female) - Lead Medical Researching Aboard SCS - 01 Wyvern
- Symikins: Medical-Lieutenant
(Kitsia) Davask (Female) - Medical Assistant of Battlestar Aristotle
- NodCommando: Chief Petty Officer
(Kenny) Jackson (Male) - Enlisted aboard Battlestar Aristotle
- Trip: Third Lieutenant
(Wates) Rooks (Male) - Weapons Server Officer of Battlestar Aristotle
- Cressy: Petty Officer
Ophice (Female) - Enlisted aboard Battlestar Victoria
- Cybrus Lieutenant-Commander
(Cybrus) Delleren (Male) - XO aboard SCS - 01 WyvernRecruitment is open
((Depending on In-Game systems we plan on being a Role Play focused faction, with a lot of focus on exploration and PvP))