Skylar

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

Faction Name: Eudaimonia Colony
Leadership:

Prime Minister Victoria Mayhew, governor of Eudaimonia Colony.

General Adrian Garroway, Commander of the Army.
Admiral Tsetsiliya Suvorov, Commander of the Navy.

Economic Minister Daniel Praxis.
CEO Melanie Winters, owner and director of Pentagral Industries, the largest shipping and industrial corporation in Eudaimonia, as well as owner of the largest spaceport.

Faction Type: Colonist. Their primary asset is manpower and numbers.

Bottom 3 sections are WIP on my end..

Military: Must see military management section

The Eudaimonia Security Force is distinctly a low-tech organization amongst the Martian factions. Lacking in heavy industry and orbital military shipyards that can build the high-tech wonders of modern warfare en masse, military budgeting has instead been retasked towards refitting civilian ships into an orbital defence force while equipping a low-tech yet sizable ground force with old fashioned yet effective chemical slugthrowers. A serious effort is being made to upgrade to Metal Storm type “stacked load” coilguns and plasma weapons, but they are currently limited to a few elite units due to production limits.

What the ESF does have is sheer reserves of manpower and very long recruitment lines. The ESF has a large number of active militia and regular standing forces, as well as reserve and garrison units, further aided by usage of biosynths in more "expendable" fields.

Holdings: Must see military management section
Budget: See military management section

~Vignette~

Eudaimonia- a state of having a good indwelling spirit or being in a contented state of being healthy, happy and prosperous. In moral philosophy, eudaimonia is used to refer to the right actions as those that result in the well-being of an individual.

From her view at the very peak of the Eudaimonium Arcology, Victoria Mayhew could almost see Eudaimonia as the metropolis it was supposed to be. Shining arcologies home to thousands, a modern spaceport the envy of Mars, happiness and peace for all.

Yet looking down seven degrees through the window revealed the true nature of the utopia conceived at the height of the Space Boom. Prefab housing for hundreds of thousands sprawling among the underlevels, barely above slum conditions in places where spaceport container docks were repurposed into housing. Heavy factories and mining sites could be seen in the distance sharply contrasting with the sleek arcologies while the low rumble of cargo ships could be heard in at the spaceport at a regular basis. What was supposed to be a utopia did not survive the economic realities of the post Space Boom era, and nor did it sound like it it would survive the tumult of the days to come.

“You are certain about this Praxis? This is almost impossible to believe.”

“Believe it or not, it is happening. The economic significance of Earth is waning, and the Jupiter colonies are on the rise due to their claim on the fuel trade. Combined with Elysium getting their starports upgraded while we can’t keep up....we’re losing trading power. And we don’t have anything any other colony doesn’t have except....”

“Spare raw labor.” Finished Mayhew. “And that only goes so far.”

“I wouldn’t be so quick to say that ma’am.” Replied Praxis as he plugged a datachip into her desk projector. “Labor is one thing that is always in demand on Mars. And our resident corporate is seeing it as an investment-worthy market. And she has some proposals for you to consider to capitalize on it.”

“Of course she does. Alright, lets hear what she has in mind.”

Faction:Martian Front (The Luna Wars Were a Thing)

Starting ground on a faction sheet now, centered around a Martian colonist faction.

Faction:Martian Front (CLOSED)

An nation sheet outline would also help arouse interest. Give some structure to what you are looking for in the game.

Faction:Martian Front (CLOSED)

Interested. Give me a NS and an idea of what kind of "theme" you are going for this game, and I'm in as a Homesteader Militia Pact organization. Whether militant, economic, or pure population-based I'll wait for mechanics notes to decide.

Our Dark Star

Still working on this-stick around!

@Rhymer

Sticking.

Our Dark Star

As player of the last game, very interested.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

<Snipped quote by Skylar>

Aren't the Mithra from the FF universe?

@ASTA

I do not know, I do not play Final Fantasy. I will change names just to make sure to avoid issues and/or confusion on the matter. Or maybe just be a human faction.

Halvardi isn't taken, right?

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

Interested in joining as an OC race, could use a little help with determining where to start on the map. I am bad at map-making and I don't want to step on anyone else's toes.

My people are the Mithrans, a race of humanoid felines.

Perks: High reproduction, agile, clever intellects, naturally high morale.
Weaknesses: No direct combat magic ability, low strength, prone to clan infighting regardless of morale.

Orion: New Beginning

Mid-rim System
Pleasure World Eudaimonia, governed by House Wander
Emerald Garden Pleasure Den

“- and a happy short, victorious war indeed.” Concluded Claus Wander as the holomovie documentary on the glories of Fleet Admiral McAllen during the Dominion War closed to credits, before turning to his movie companion to gauge his response to the film. “My good Earl Demansk? Was the movie not to your liking?”

“What? Oh, it was certainly a spectacle to the glory of the good Admiral.” Replied Earl Ernst Stavos Demansk, snapping out of his former focus upon the holodrama and how he had mentally focused upon dissecting its blatant glorification of a unglamorous leader to remain sane watching the flick. He kept his true feelings about the HD to himself however, not wishing to take a step that would aggrandize his host. Or jeopardize the real reason he was having a “sleepover” with a member of one of the greatest Houses in the Empire instead of commanding his House Fleet in the Haven war.

“Blatant history-changing garbage in my opinion.” Declared Claus Wander, to Demansk’s surprise as the blonde-haired and handsomely young looking noble was served more wine and pastry treats by a bunny-eared biosynth serving girl. “Completely ignoring the contributions of our Federation allies! I comment the chutzpah of the Admiral for his careful editing of the film to that end, but still such a monument to ego, don’t you think?”

“Indeed ser.” Demansk carefully stated, which only invoked another laugh and order for more wine from the blonde-haired noble, who was acting more like the young teenage boy he appeared, then the century-old man he really was. Demansk may have looked like the noble’s father from an outsider’s point of view, but the simple fact of the matter was that he was in fact very junior to Claus and etiquette demanded he treat him regardless of appearance. Even if it was a futile gesture with the hedonistic man-child.

“Come now Demansk, if I wanted another yes-man to share a movie with, I would have made one.” Beckoned Claus. “Your honest opinion, please. Do I have to make it an order to pry it out of you?”

“McAllen was a fool and a incompetent.” Immediately grounded out Demansk through clenched teeth, which did not abate as Claus adjusted himself in his reclining couch and beckoned for him to continue. “He wasted battleships of the wall against a numerically inferior force that was already short on supplies and endurance. Sequential waves of small craft would have drained them even further and forced them to waste expensive munitions on expendable ships, while the core of his fleet would have remained intact to press even deeper into their lines instead of this blasted settlement we let ourselves get bribed into. Bought into, lets not mince words. All because our bean-counting Solar Chancellor didn’t see more profit in the venture. THAT is what ended the war, not words.”

“And there is the man I invited to join me tonight.” Smugly said Claus, who then gestured for the next course of the night’s amusements as a pair of buxom biosynth girls walked up. “Care to partake, Demansk? Unless your not into the bosomy sort. Or do you like boys? Don’t think I haven’t noticed so much you have been looking me over.” Demansk grunted at the allegation, which Claus seemingly ignored. “Not that I mind, its just that I am booked for the next month. Would a clone of me suffice?”

That was another paradox of this meeting, Demansk noted as he tried to curb the reflex to bark an angry retort. More than twice his chronological age, and yet the blonde noble near continuously indulged in his preferred flavor of hedonism in his eternally youthful body. Orgies, debauchery, a harem of reportedly hundreds of tailor-made biosynths. Even among his hedonistic House, Claus was exceptionally lecherous. But only among biosynths, he had no taste for “real” people of any kind. But his incessent focus upon distractions than business finally made the warrior-noble snap.

“Are you done with your games, my Lord?” Growled Demansk. Less in anger at the not-so subtle prods at his personal preferences than impatience finally deciding his course to cut through the senseless activities. “Because I did not come here to play with your dolls.”

“No, you came here to suck up to someone with more personal wealth than ten times your entire House’s wealth, and with some of the best and plentiful biosynth labs in the Empire under their personal ownership.” Claus replied, uncaring of Demansk’s tone towards him as he appeared to be more focused on how the two biosynths were playing with eachother’s bodies for his amusement. “Yes, I did read your proposal Demansk, it was quite a lot of droll drivel and lorem ipsum dolar set. And frankly it just isn’t like you to try being so roundabout in things, you just arn’t good at it and you never bribe properly. What are you really after in your petition for my personal funds?”

“In a word: the Empire.”

“Oh. How boring. And that is two words.”

“Damnit Claus, can’t you see the Empire is facing a crisis?” Growled Demansk. “The empire is dying.”

“Dying. Died. Has died. Will die. I heard all variations of that before Earl. Either tell me something new.” Claus gestured for the girls to come to him, seeing as his sleepover buddy didn’t want any tail (literally considering they were biosynth catgirls).

“It is dying because it isn’t big enough.”

“Okay. Thats new.” That caught Claus’ attention, to the point of waving off the pair of naked biosynths so he could listen quite attentively. “You have my attention. And I say it again: what are you planning?”

“To shake things up in this stagnant empire with a new conquest founded upon economic gain instead of territory, and not out of tax-gouging or bribery.”

“Holy shit. You really are a believer. Alright, this is going to be a clusterfuck no matter which way you go my friend, so how can I help you make it a really, really big one?”