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"It's so dark. So fucking dark." Even on the dark side of Asphodel, there had been light--the lights of four billion people blazed brightly through the thin atmosphere. But low, over Akheron, there was nothing. No stars, no sun, no cities. Only the all-consuming abyss of a dead universe.

"Look" Fermi says, pointing out the cockpit window to a distant purple speck in the void. "Stygia." Even at this distance, the venusian world is a hazy blur, its thick atmosphere inspiring a moment of jealousy.

"We're really close" Dirac announces, not looking up from his instruments "his beacon is pretty weak but I think we've got an intercept in about thirty minutes. Dark side though."
"Can you set one up for when we can actually see?"
"Sure, but he's running out of time. If we can't match orbits this pass I can set up another intercept--we've still got some spare fuel."

Fermi returns his gaze to the window only to be blinded in the sudden glare. "Sunrise" he says, blinking back tears. A mere five kilometers beneath them, the surface of Akheron races past, crater-spawned mountains reaching up and almost swiping tiny Bohr out of the sky. And following the sun, Asphodel rises over its moon's rugged horizon, its surface lit even here with the fires of industry.
"Thank you." Elías replies, with perhaps too much relief. He hangs up.
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Building a safe rocket is no easy task. But once you accept 50-50 odds of returning alive things get a lot simpler. It took a slide rule and fifteen minutes to figure out what they had to do--a few phone calls later, and Nico Fermi and Roman Dirac had what they needed.
It's amazing what physicists can accomplish with a couple ICBMs and no adult supervision.

They already have their spaceship--an orbiter craft, Bohr, which, after welding a couple intercontinental missiles to its sides, becomes an effective, if horribly unsafe, interplanetary spacecraft. But there are other problems: Sañira has no real astronauts--Bohr's previous occupant, a dog-like animal by the name of Oscar, had cooked when the radiator systems failed.

So when Dirac and Fermi decide they were going up in Bohr, no one is in a position to stop them.

The ascent is unsteady; three times Bohr threatens to tumble, but RCS systems keep it on course. There is no gravity turn for a ship this unstable, but the ICBMs give it delta-v to spare, and so the scientists make it to orbit in their makeshift rocket, silhouetted against the empty sky.
No one had spoken to Elías like that in years. Did the man not know Elías could have him killed?
But try as he might, the Sañiran could not muster anger--twenty years ago, such a thing would have driven him into a rage, but now Elías finds Casper's honesty refreshing, and wonders how the hell Casper managed to climb the political ladder. He finds himself wishing he could have a real conversation with the man.

But more than that, Elías realizes that the Ji-leh conflict is an excuse. If Bill were to die, like this, with the whole world watching, the effect would be disastrous. It would cripple the space program of every country, not just the UCS. And the thought of leaving the man up there to die sickens Elías to the core.

He breaks the silence: "Mister President, Sanctus will not help you. They probably won't even help Ji-leh. Sanctus has withdrawn from the world." An exaggeration, extreme but apt--although Elías fears Sanctus far more than he lets on--he fears they have become desensitized to the horror of war, hidden within their walled cities, whispering to their machines.

"If you won't accept my offer, Mister Kassner will die and your people will crucify you for it. Agree to my terms, Casper, please."
Henry can hear the strike of a match and hiss of a flame through the line "Yes. Our scientists and engineers have been studying the problem since it occurred" he exhales, continuing, "and we'd be more than happy to resolve the issue, as a personal favor to you."

"Of course, I'd expect you to do a little something for me, involving the island dispute with Ji-leh." The Faustian bargain offered, Elías becomes silent, waiting for Henry's response.
Sañira then. Henry dials a number--the Sañiran minister of foreign affairs--a man he knows will be able to place him in contact with someone high up the food chain.

Two rings, and a voice that is most certainly not the minister of foreign affairs. "Good morning, Mister President. High Inquisitor Elías Nualart speaking. You really should have called us first--expecting those Swehtier cowards to solve your problems was foolish."
To outsiders, it is the Veil--a shadow over stars, a black pit in the universe. In space, light is life, and this small, cold, dark place--anchored between monolithic empires--has remained ignored.

Dark nebulae rarely play host to stars--but this one is an exception. Nestled within the Veil--which its inhabitants refer to as Tartarus--is the star Erebos, with its host of worlds. Among them, Asphodel, final resting place of humanity.

Tonight, these humans reach beyond, to the skies. Tonight, for the first time they send a man into space.
Mission control smells of nervous sweat and midnight coffee. Balding men in slacks bark vectors, fuel figures, telemetry into bulky beige headsets like some frantic cult of telemarketers. The rocket's rumble drowns them.

It is cheap, lean and elegant, simple in both purpose and design. Margins are narrow, and any failure now would assure disaster--but these are constants in the industry, mere facts of physics.

"...central engine shutdown--"
"prep for orbital insertion."
"Fairing jettisoned. All systems nominal. Gödel is away. Beginning lunar injection burn."

Bright cones of light blossom from stern, and Gödel ascends, like some four-horned demon out of hell, upwards, to desolate Akheron.
Just updated our faction sheet. It should more closely match the nation sheet and whatnot.
Avalant said
@RiemannWanted for questioning (I spy a KSP fan)Anyway, I'll have my NS up tomorrow! Glad to see this getting started!

Yup. If at all possible I'll be trying to do everything space-related in KSP.


The Depths of Tartarus







Played by MissingAxis, Riemann, Dragonruby, and REDSHEILD.

Thread for character sheets created.

Edited to more closely match the nation sheet and RP requirements.
Howdy. Been waiting for something like this to pop up again--most everything looks similar to the recently deceased War of Great Kingdoms, so I figure our old faction will work just fine.

We've got a group of people (MissingAxis, REDSHIELD, Dragonruby and myself) who want to play as the humans of Asphodel.
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