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Hestollon System - Hestollon II

A dim red glow bathed the ships bridge, the active combat alert a tangible reminder of the Scorpine’s continued presence in the system. It had been hours since their attempted bombing run on the still organizing fleet had been repelled, and in that time they’d done nothing more than move into a high orbit of the frozen and undeveloped rock that represented the systems third planet. Olivia drummed the arm rest of her chair in anticipation, the Scorpine were either waiting for reinforcements, or for her to make the fatal error of chasing them. If they expected the latter then they’d learned nothing from the last year of skirmishes.

Even in the faint light of the bridge she manifested a distinctive appearance. Her short porcelain hair, the result of some genetic tampering a generation back, seemed to soak in the light, appearing as red as the status lamps that produced it. Her eyes, long since replaced with cybernetic equivalents, could be seen scanning the bridge, her pupils actually glowing a dull yellow. For what was easily the fifth time she shared a tired look with the ships Captain, and as if on cue a crewman on the bridges lower deck shouted, “Contacts exiting warp! We have a... A Scorpine patrol fleet on an attack vector, they’re burning hard, twenty minutes to contact.”

Before Olivia could even stand another woman on the level below her, one of the ships targeting officers, spoke out, “The main Scorpine fleet is setting a course to rendezvous with the newcomers. Enemy fleets will merge five minutes before contact, well outside of current weapons range.”

Now upright and surveying a tablet handed to her by her adjutant Olivia openly scowled, “They’ll hit us with more than twice our number, then.”

The ships Captain regarded his own command chairs screen, “I must recommend a withdrawal Admiral, had they been waiting on stragglers we could have fought them off, but to contest a hostile fleet of this size is beyond our capabilities. We should rendezvous with one of the reserve fleets and return with the initiative.”

Her eyes only flitted upward to acknowledge the Captain before she went back to analyzing her tablet, “There are four hundred thousand men and women on that planet Captian Gray. How many will there be once we return? Half that? Our soldiers won’t give up, and the Scorpine have long since learned that lesson. We shall match the resolve of our men.”

Paying no mind to the Captains worried expression she strode up to the railing of the bridge’s raised command platform and spoke commandingly, “Communications officers, inform the front line they are to keep themselves in the silhouette of the planet relative to the encroaching Scorpine formation. They wont risk firing long range munitions if they might hit one of their own population centres. We’ll make this a knife fight for the bugs. Inform the rest of the back line they are to to feign retreat and position themselves behind the planet before going dark. All battlecruisers are to exploit the gravity well to find firing solutions around the planets curvature, even if they have to drop projectile velocity, so that they may provide the cruisers with support when the Scorpine engage”

“Captain,” Olivia turned to face the portly man, “Contact our surface command and inform them that they are to refrain from using their surface to orbit cannons, but that they are to be ready at a moments notice.”

“As you say, Admiral Lahti.” As much as the Captian tried to keep the relief at being indirectly ordered away from the combat out of his voice, the look of disdain he received at acknowledging the Admirals orders attested to his failure. Nevertheless he carried out his duties with the well practised efficiency of an experienced, if not courageous, man.

To the Scorpine it might have looked like the Resurrectionist front line was covering the retreat of some dishonourable commander fleeing the fray, or perhaps defending a hasty evacuation of the planet. Regardless of the conclusion her counterpart came to, the Scorpine formation accelerated its advance when it saw Olivia’s back line move out of sensor range.

The Scorpine combined fleet, like all things in space, seemed to take forever to close the distance even as it moved at was almost assuredly maximum burn. The tension on the bridge grew with every minute, every officer and crewman fidgeting or demonstrating whatever nervous tic they espoused. When the fighting started, it was both anxiously awaited and unexpectedly sudden.

The Scorpine, clearly hungry for an easy victory, all but ran into Olivia’s trap. Their fleet closed to a distance where they could be certain they wouldn’t be clipping their own planet with particle beams and opened up on Olivia’s front line. The cruisers and their destroyer support ships wove in and out of the larger Scorpine force, trying their best to keep to one side of the formation in anticipation for what they were buying time for. As she watched the fleets duke it out on her tablet Olivia tapped her foot against the deck and lightly pursed her lips, impatiently waiting for the moment the Scorpine fleet gathered just so. With no preamble, and reading data that on first glance didn’t appear much different than it had been a moment before, Olivia commanded, “All battlecruisers open fire on the Scorpine formation, carriers assign all assets not screening this formation to the fight.”

The effect was immediate, and dramatic. The massive hypervelocity railguns aboard the battlecruisers produced enormous and revealing flashes in the darkness of space as the formation fired as one. The rounds lit up in brilliant fireballs as they scraped the planets upper atmosphere and arced around to strike the Scorpine formation in the flank.

The Scorpine reaction to such a volley would have been immediate, had they expected it at all. No doubt the back lines position behind the planet had lit up on all their sensors when it had fired, but the chaos as the slugs impacted the Scorpine formation was evident in the time it took for nearly a quarter of the enemy fleet to break off to engage Olivia’s back line. More than three volleys had been delivered before the fighters and bombers hit the forces the Scorpine had assigned to eliminate the formerly hidden threat.

Olivia had caught them by surprise, but as the minutes added up it was evident that the Scorpine still held the advantage, even if they’d been savaged by the ambush. As the picture became clear a dour expression took hold of her face. “Captain, inform the surface to orbit batteries they are to saturate all known Scorpine fleet assets with nuclear flak.”

To his credit, the man only shook his head in resignation as he delivered the orders to the artillery positions on the planets surface. The Scorpine detachment heading towards Olivia’s back line had only begun to crest the horizon of Hestollon II, tiny orange flashes around it speaking to the plight of Olivia’s fighters, and she watched the white lines rising from the surface to meet it.

The nuclear blooms made the previous fighters efforts look like a mere skirmish in comparison, and she knew from her tablet the same was happening at the site of the main battle, out of her view. Contact after contact, fighter, destroyer, and cruiser alike, vanished from her screen as the nuclear flak exploded among the combatants without regard for their nationality or intent.

A minute later the gored Scorpine formation was warping out of the system, its numbers nearly halved. Olivia was deliberately expressionless as she took account of her own losses. “A victory then, Admiral.” The Captain all but spat.

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Hestollon System - Hestollon II

As she soared above the clouds, the only evidence of what was happening below a diffuse orange glow in the overcast, the cockpits radio crackled to life, “This is Bravo 4-9, calling for air support. Repeat, Bravo 4-9 calling for air support. We're under fire from a building at grid coordinates 651.789.442, repeat 651.789.442.”

Jasmine cringed and rubbed her ears with her off hand. It had been a long time since the Scorpine jammers could actually block a transmission, but by god the interference was uncomfortable to listen to. Bravo 4-9's every word was punctuated by shrill static, and by the time they were done she had the beginnings of a headache for what was the fifth time in the day. Seeing the rest of her wing signal they were busy on the fighters HUD she opened her comms and intoned, “Bravo 4-9 this is Romeo 1-2, fall back to safe positions I've got this one.”

As she she banked hard to set up her attack vector and plunged into the clouds she took in her surroundings. It was beautiful, in a sick sort of way. The mega city below her was on fire, and dozens of her peers were periodically swooping down to keep it like that. Her target was rather obvious, an old looking tower she didn't doubt had been built before the empires fall; the building was easily one of the most venerable left in the city. She saw the flash of a weapon from one of its higher floors and swerved, the few shots flying wide.

With a sigh she armed her standoff missiles and sent six flying towards the buildings base. The Scorpine resistance had been getting stiffer for years, but ever since the damn bugs had managed to isolate the fifth and ninth fleets they'd been all but impossible to root out. It would be decades before anyone lived in this city, the way things were going. Without waiting to confirm her hit she pulled up, only listening to the eventual call that told her if she'd have to make another run, “This is Bravo 4-9, nice hit Romeo 1-2, the whole things dust.”

She didn't have it in her to do more than tap her comms transmission switch twice as confirmation. Ever since the fleet had bombed this planets fortifications into dust her job had been a bore. Bomb this convoy, hit that mech, level another city block. There was hardly anything left to make things interesting, just millions of Scorpine refusing to admit their cause had been lost months ago.

Evening out she looked down on the planet from the edge of the atmosphere, ready to swoop down again if the call came. As if in challenge to her complacency, that was precisely when a call she specifically hadn't been expecting came, “This is theatre command, all Odysseus Fighter Bombers fall back to your carriers. I repeat, all Odysseus Fighter Bombers fall back to your carriers. We have contacts jumping in past the heliosphere. Estimate one hour to intercept.”

It wasn't what she expected, but Jasmine didn't even try to suppress her grin. What was the point of being a pilot without getting into a good old dog fight once in while?

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As he robotically went through his pre-flight checklist Dominik kept his eye on the oversized digital clock on the hangers far wall. Fifteen minutes until launch, and after that he doubted it'd take long for the fight to begin. The Odees had stopped landing a while ago and now it looked like they were all being refitted for space combat, hopefully the lot of them would be ready by the time the Scorpine fleet was in weapons range.

His Bellerophon, or Belle, was a hell of a strike craft, but he couldn't scratch anything larger than a destroyer. At least, not without mounting long range guided missiles and sacrificing the maneuverability that would keep him and his wing alive in combat. That wasn't their job, and to be frank they'd not done their job since the planets siege had begun, and he was anxious as all hell to be doing it now.

From what he'd been told they were outnumbered, not by much, but hell when he joined up there wasn't a battle where they didn't outnumber the Scorpine two to one. Fleet command really dropped the ball a few years back and the thought that some complacent admirals fuck up would end up killing him wasn't one he particularly liked. He figured that made him a bad soldier. A problem for another time, that line of thought.

When the counter hit five minutes the alarms started blaring, and Dominik swore loudly, “Motherfucker! Chief get these god damn chocks off me!” In moments the deck crew was removing the wedges and clearing him for combat long before they'd ever expected to need to, another fuck up on the fleets part he figured.

He taxied onto the runway and set the dampeners to max just before the decks mag catapult blasted him into the void of space. A quick look out his window showed his carrier shrinking behind him as dozens of other fights swarmed out of its four hangers like angry bees. Bringing up the battle overview on his HUD showed him why they'd launched early.

More than a hundred Scorpine bombers with a light escort were burning towards them, having snuck through the frontal battle line before it was formed. The fuck did the bugs have that was that fast? Over the radio the wing leader addressed them all “Ok wing, Lima 1-1 here. Those bastards managed to skirt our defences and they're closing in on our carriers with the intent to tear us all a new one. So, it's our job to kill them before they can. All of you on me, we're punching it and breaking up their formation.”

Dominic flicked the transmission switch, “Lima 1-4 to Lima 1-1, orders acknowledged.” With a grunt he put everything he had into engines and followed his wing into the fray. He supposed his hands didn’t shake, and he didn’t piss himself, but as the Scorpine fleet behind their vanguard resolved on his sensors a chill went down his spine like it never had before. He all but whispered, “Oh come on...”

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The Great Resurrection (WIP)

The Great Resurrection

Brief Description:
Rising from the Imperial northwest, an area relatively untouched by the Zuukid invasion, the Resurrectionists represent one of the largest departures from the Imperial ‘norm’ in recent history. The movement at large posits that the downfall of Humanity was a result of an ideological degradation brought about by the popular adoption of alien cultural and religious beliefs which were fundamentally incompatible with the Human psyche. In an effort to remedy this the movement looks to revive the ancient cultural and religious practices of the Human race. To this end Resurrectionists seek out, often fanatically so, any and all records of ancient humanity whether they be digital, text, or artifacts carefully preserved for millennia. The political entity of the Resurrectionist movement, or the Resurrectionist State, has pursued their goal of ‘reviving of the Human spirit’ ardently, and often at the expense of whatever ‘dissolute’ species has gotten in their way.

Claim:
https://i.imgur.com/wky3hER.jpg

Government:
The Resurrectionist movement began as a loose alliance of like minded states, and even now that is ostensibly the movements desired political end. For now though, sacrifices must be made to rebuild the Human spirit. The Resurrectionist government is best described as oligarchic, with key ‘councils’ being tasked with the administration of everything from the Military to the reconstruction of ancient religions. While there may be hundreds of these councils, there are a few that stand above all the rest in the rather impromptu hierarchy that has developed within the movement.

At the very top is the State Council, a small group of five tasked with resolving disputes between lower councils, dissolving and forming councils, and providing the final say in all decisions that may affect the entire movement. Its members serve lifetime terms, and their replacements are ostensibly elected by the lower councils.

Of course, those elections are largely decided by the councils immediately below the State Council. These are, in order of importance, the Military, Ideological, and Economic councils. Among these important Councils there exists a constant tension, with each one trying to manipulate the greater goals of the Resurrection according to its own agenda.

The Military council remains singularly focused on the war which has consume the nation for fifty years, and thus looks to hold total political power so that the war may be furthered without interference. The Ideological council, more concerned with civilian affairs, looks to counteract the increasing importance of the Military council by implementing representative democracy and decentralized federalism wherever it can, both preparing for the dissolution of the Resurrectionist State and keeping the Military from dominating the Movements politics. The Economic council tentatively supports the Ideological council in curbing the influence of the military, but has a much grander vision of the future; representative democracy, but no dissolution. The Economic council seeks to preserve the Resurrections status as a somewhat centralized superstate, and while it supports the Ideological councils attempts to prevent a dictatorship it also sees the utility in a single powerful figure. It has been said the Economic Council has its eye on Astrana as a potential model for a future Resurrectionist Government.

History:
When the Zuukid invaded the Orion empire they never so much as touched the Imperial northwest, and this was something every refugee knew. The billions that tried to settle in that untouched region nearly broke it. By the time the empire proper had collapsed in totality the newly independent western provincial governments were struggling to even feed their people, let alone protect them from the depredations of pirates and barbarians. In the midst of that chaos the seeds of the Great Resurrection were sowed. Human communities in the Northern Cygnus Republic were the first to act, seizing the government and turning its remaining guns on their new neighbours. Those early butcheries paved the way towards the creation of a proper ideology, and by the time the non-humans of the Republic’s capital worlds were fleeing in their masses the philosophy of Resurrectionism was being spread by Elias Daley.

What was a disorganized military government became the State Council, lead by the founder of the states new ideology. The Great Resurrection had begun, and once Elias had stabilized the former Republic’s core worlds he looked elsewhere. Advocates were dispatched to lead popular Resurrectionist movements across the Cygnus arm, and ships were built to support them.

War followed, and in victory countless alien innocents murdered. Before long the Resurrectionists were simply parking ships in the orbit of already collapsing planets and demanding the departure of those planets alien populations. Many fled, those who didn’t suffered, but for the Humans who remained there came a time of plenty. Ancient culture was brought back and all manner of customs and religions flourished, the adherents of each one finding each other brothers aligned against a common enemy.

Elias would die in his office as an old man, but by then the wave he started had become a tsunami. The Great Resurrection was no simple reactionary rebellion, but an ideology espoused by billions who owed their full stomachs and peaceful lives to it. For more than two centuries nearby states suffered Resurrectionist rebellions, both peaceful and violent, as the movement exported its ideology alongside its firearms and warships. Those who joined the fold willingly were welcomed, and those who did not were educated.

The largest victory in centuries came sixty years ago when the powerful Nevin Regime suffered a Resurrectionist coup. In a day the movement nearly doubled its territory. What followed was predictable, the attention it gained was not. For the first time the galaxy, now finally recovering from the shock of the empires collapse, took notice of the Resurrectionists. The Neo-Scorpine Empire, who had bordered the Nevin Regime, was appalled by what it saw. The slaughter of Scorpine civilians on former Regime worlds by Resurrectionist soldiers saw the Neo-Scorpine Empire launch a preemptive strike against the Resurrectionists fifty years ago, and for two decades it looked like the vile Resurrectionists were being pushed back.

Thirty years ago that changed. Markus Lahti, an admiral in the Resurrectionist Navy, invaded a nearby independent state to bypass the Neo-Scorpine front, and to the galaxies surprise manged to reach the Empires industrial worlds before a response could be mounted. The Neo-Scorpine front collapsed as the pincer closed on it, and soon nearly the entire Scorpine Navy was burning. For twenty eight years the Resurrectionists have pushed into Scorpine territory, capturing planet after planet, their advance heralded by enormous waves of refugees fleeing a massacre.

Two years ago the Scorpine managed to halt the Resurrectionist advance, but at a great cost. It is clear to the galaxy at large that the Neo-Scorpine cannot reclaim their territory, but with nearly a quarter of the Resurrectionist forces encircled a limited peace may well be within the Scorpine’s grasp. For the Resurrectionists everything depends on opening the pockets and cutting the Scorpine core worlds off from the rest of their empire, never have the stakes for both sides been so high.

Military:

Planetborne Arm of The Great Resurrection

Resurrectionist Infantry

The average Resurrectionist soldier is equipped with a Self Supporting Combat Suit (SSCS). While not capable of enhancing a soldiers strength, the SSCS has been described as weightless due to its clever design. The suit itself provides full body armour, NBC protection, and a sophisticated sensor suite feeding into a heads up display.

Resurrectionist Heavy Combat Unit

A product of the Scorpine war, these six meter tall powered exo suits were developed to provide infantry armoured support in areas inaccessible to traditional tanks and IFV's. A single Heavy Combat Unit (HCU) is no match for the powerful mechs employed by the Scorpine, but due to their low cost HCU's almost always outnumber their enemy counterparts.

Resurrectionist Armoured Fighting Vehicle

Often mistaken for actual tanks, the Werewolf AFV is an enormous fighting vehicle. Capable of carrying over a dozen soldiers, and armed with two rotary fifty millimetre cannons the Werewolf is a dangerous opponent for any enemy.

Resurrectionist Heavy Tank

The Leviathan Tank, ironically, is about as large as the Werewolf AFV. That said, the Levithan doesn't carry troops, it carries death. Armed with a ninety five milimeter Hyper-velocity Railgun, short range guided rockets, an automatic grenade launcher, and more besides, the Levithan is a nightmarish amalgamation of the Great Resurrections latest weaponry.

Resurrectionist Surface To Orbit Cannon

With two hundred millimetre Hyper-velocity Railguns capable of striking targets in orbit, or on other continents, the Revenant STOC is an important asset wherever it is deployed.

Spaceborne Arm of The Great Resurrection

Resurrectionist Dropship

The Iolaus class transport is above all else, stealthy and quick. Attrition rates among troops participating in initial landing were high early in the war with the Scorpine, and the solution proved not to be armour, but speed. The Iolaus is designed to get in before it can be intercepted, and to get out only when the enemy air defences have been neutralized.

Resurrectionist Fighter Bomber

The Odysseus fighter bomber is a multi-role craft, however in all roles it is intended to support other units. Its internal bays can be fitted with Space to Space, Air to Air, and Air to Ground guided missiles that serve admirably at range and see use in both ground attack and fleet actions. Its dual rotary cannons are used largely against other fighters or in support of ground operations.

Resurrectionist Superiority Fighter

The Great Resurrection has historically used a number of air superiority craft, but the Bellerophon superiority fighter is likley the most successful. This is, in part, because it was designed to simplify production and fill the role of all other superiority fighters in the Spaceborne Arm. Agile in atmosphere and lightning quick in space, these fighters are designed to kill other strike craft and completely lack the ability to engage larger targets unless they equip powerful long range guided missiles, something rarely done due to its deleterious effect on fighter performance and thus survivability.

Resurrectionist Corvette

The Foch class corvette is largely a scout and ECM vessel. Often they are used for long range surveillance or special operations missions. The Foch is largely incapable of proper ship to ship combat, lacking weapons beyond a CIWS suite and a forward mounted railgun.

Resurrectionist Destroyer

The Hannibal class was designed to screen larger vessels from strike craft and light ships, and it does this admirably. While most of the ship is dedicated to an immense CIWS suite Hannibal class vessels also have four dual gun turrets for engaging corvettes and destroyers.

Resurrectionist Cruiser

The bread and butter of the Resurrectionist Spaceborne Arm is the Alexander class. This venerable vessel was designed with one goal, fighting other capital ships and remaining in the fight as long as possible. The Alexander is massively redundant, heavily armed, and used in masses to form the bulk of the Spaceborne Arm.

Resurrectionist Carrier

All navies need a carrier, and the Nelson class is The Great Resurrections response to this need. Largely a back line vessel the Nelson isn’t designed for direct combat, thought it is far from unarmed. Ideally the Nelson would use its large engine array to flee a battle on the verge of being lost, but if that is impossible these carriers are often able to punch above their wight class, even if not for long.

Resurrectionist Battlecruiser

The Napoleon class, once called the artillery of space. Unlike most nations Battlecruisers and Battleships the Napoleon would be quite useless in close combat, but from range it is one of the most frightening ships in the galaxy. If it can be protected by its fleet the battlecruiser is able to being a number of astonishingly large railguns to bear alongside a plethora of vast long range missiles..

Religion/Culture:

The Resurrection looks to revive all the pre-Imperial religions and cultures of Humanity, but in a way it has come to have its own distinct culture. Elias Daley started the Resurrection by assembling and penning his interpretation of the many beliefs of the early anti-alien movements, and in doing so he founded an ideology that has come to be as important as religion to some.

Daley posited that the Human mind, even if modified through the use of technology, remains fundamentally Human. As such, it could only ever be compatible with original Human thought. Alien culture and religion were corrosive influences because, while the Human mind may be able to interpret them, on a basic level it could never accept them.

As a result, adopting alien beliefs and ideas would lead to a sort of subconscious cognitive dissonance taking hold of the Human mind. Such dissonance would cause mental stress that if left unaddressed would result in complacency, laziness, mediocrity of all sorts. No creature can function well under constant stress, and as a result what makes that creature great, its very spirit, would begin to wither.

In the end Daley sought to revive what he saw as the Human spirit. The Empire was the first to attack it, and as a result it was doomed to fail when its populace became unable to properly defend it. To the population of the Great Resurrection Daley’s theories are gospel, a sort of religion beyond religion. The quixotic goal of the Resurrection and its people is the construction of a Human paradise where all can accomplish what they dream.

Demographics (Species):
92% Human (Citizen)
8% Assorted Species (Non-Citizen)

Characters:

Olivia Lahti

Kaisa Lahti

Anton Lahti

Abraham White

Lucien Gulliot

Mustafa Bahar

Jeremiah Thompson

Anya Pushkina

Adilyn Tremblay

Evi Mayer

Heidi Baier

Relations:
(Talk to people! This section in NRPs often goes neglected, but it's important for other characters making their own NSs.)

Habitation:
(How and where people live; preferred modes of transportation, stuff like that)

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And Aaron is right, IC > Discord

Dark Matters (Open)

The Great Resurrection (WIP)

The Great Resurrection

Brief Description:
Rising from the Imperial northwest, an area relatively untouched by the Zuukid invasion, the Resurrectionists represent one of the largest departures from the Imperial ‘norm’ in recent history. The movement at large posits that the downfall of Humanity was a result of an ideological degradation brought about by the popular adoption of alien cultural and religious beliefs which were fundamentally incompatible with the Human psyche. In an effort to remedy this the movement looks to revive the ancient cultural and religious practices of the Human race. To this end Resurrectionists seek out, often fanatically so, any and all records of ancient humanity whether they be digital, text, or artifacts carefully preserved for millennia. The political entity of the Resurrectionist movement, or the Resurrectionist State, has pursued their goal of ‘reviving of the Human spirit’ ardently, and often at the expense of whatever ‘dissolute’ species has gotten in their way.

Claim:
https://i.imgur.com/wky3hER.jpg

Government:
The Resurrectionist movement began as a loose alliance of like minded states, and even now that is the movements desired political end. For now though, sacrifices must be made to rebuild the Human spirit. The Resurrectionist government is best described as oligarchic, with key ‘councils’ being tasked with the administration of everything from the Military to the reconstruction of ancient religions. While there may be hundreds of these councils, there are a few that stand above all the rest in the rather impromptu hierarchy that has developed within the movement.

At the very top is the State Council, a small group of five tasked with resolving disputes between lower councils, dissolving and forming councils, and providing the final say in all decisions that may affect the entire movement. Its members serve lifetime terms, and their replacements are ostensibly elected by the lower councils.

Of course, those elections are largely decided by the councils immediately below the State Council. These are, in order of importance, the Military, Ideological, and Economic councils.

History:
When the Zuukid invaded the Orion empire they never so much as touched the Imperial northwest, and this was something every refugee knew. The billions that tried to settle in that untouched region nearly broke it. By the time the empire proper had collapsed in totality the newly independent western provincial governments were struggling to even feed their people, let alone protect them from the depredations of pirates and barbarians. In the midst of that chaos the seeds of the Great Resurrection were sowed. Human communities in the Northern Cygnus Republic were the first to act, seizing the government and turning its remaining guns on their new neighbours. Those early butcheries paved the way towards the creation of a proper ideology, and by the time the non-humans of the Republic’s capital worlds were fleeing in their masses the philosophy of Resurrectionism was being spread by Elias Daley.

What was a disorganized military government became the State Council, lead by the founder of the states new ideology. The Great Resurrection had begun, and once Elias had stabilized the former Republic’s core worlds he looked elsewhere. Advocates were dispatched to lead popular Resurrectionist movements across the Cygnus arm, and ships were built to support them.

War followed, and in victory countless alien innocents murdered. Before long the Resurrectionists were simply parking ships in the orbit of already collapsing planets and demanding the departure of those planets alien populations. Many fled, those who didn’t suffered, but for the Humans who remained there came a time of plenty. Ancient culture was brought back and all manner of customs and religions flourished, the adherents of each one finding each other brothers aligned against a common enemy.

Elias would die in his office as an old man, but by then the wave he started had become a tsunami. The Great Resurrection was no simple reactionary rebellion, but an ideology espoused by billions who owed their full stomachs and peaceful lives to it. For more than two centuries nearby states suffered Resurrectionist rebellions, both peaceful and violent, as the movement exported its ideology alongside its firearms and warships. Those who joined the fold willingly were welcomed, and those who did not were educated.

The largest victory in centuries came sixty years ago when the powerful Nevin Regime suffered a Resurrectionist coup. In a day the movement nearly doubled its territory. What followed was predictable, the attention it gained was not. For the first time the galaxy, now finally recovering from the shock of the empires collapse, took notice of the Resurrectionists. The Neo-Scorpine Empire, who had bordered the Nevin Regime, was appalled by what it saw. The slaughter of Scorpine civilians on former Regime worlds by Resurrectionist soldiers saw the Neo-Scorpine Empire launch a preemptive strike against the Resurrectionists fifty years ago, and for two decades it looked like the vile Resurrectionists were being pushed back.

Thirty years ago that changed. Markus Lahti, an admiral in the Resurrectionist Navy, invaded a nearby independent state to bypass the Neo-Scorpine front, and to the galaxies surprise manged to reach the Empires industrial worlds before a response could be mounted. The Neo-Scorpine front collapsed as the pincer closed on it, and soon nearly the entire Scorpine Navy was burning. For twenty eight years the Resurrectionists have pushed into Scorpine territory, capturing planet after planet, their advance heralded by enormous waves of refugees fleeing a massacre.

Two years ago the Scorpine managed to halt the Resurrectionist advance, but at a great cost. It is clear to the galaxy at large that the Neo-Scorpine cannot reclaim their territory, but with nearly a quarter of the Resurrectionist forces encircled a limited peace may well be within the Scorpine’s grasp. For the Resurrectionists everything depends on opening the pockets and cutting the Scorpine core worlds off from the rest of their empire, never have the stakes for both sides been so high.

Military:
(This being a Nation RP, go at least somewhat in depth. Don't just say you have a really good military, explain the various vacets of it, and the military's place in society.)

Religion/Culture:

WIP

Demographics (Species):
92% Human (Citizen)
8% Assorted Species (Non-Citizen)

Characters:
(You don't need to go that in depth in the NS, but once we get to IC, definitely have them fleshed out, at least mentally.)

Relations:
(Talk to people! This section in NRPs often goes neglected, but it's important for other characters making their own NSs.)

Habitation:
(How and where people live; preferred modes of transportation, stuff like that)