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Diary of a Felini

Diary of a Felini

The young cubs stared up at her, lounging across the sun warmed rock. She was old and moved with a sway back and favoured her left side. When she first arrived here she was pretty much ignored, much as she wanted it though as always rumours followed her. At first adults would stop by her preferred resting spot, wait for her to acknowledge them, than bow their head respectfully before moving on. The cubs, always more exuberant and clueless in the ways of society would congregate crouching in the grass and swapping stories, always trying to outdo each other in their implausibility.

Her starfaring days may now be behind her and much of the wetware stripped, but a few features she retained, namely augmented hearing and vision. Their stories amused her and caused her to cast her mind back to when she was their age and listening to her mother’s talk of the times before the occupation. To have lived in that innocent time when prides roamed the fertile savannahs technology little better than Stone Age...


Her ear twitched forward. One of the cubs had pinned another down and was saying how people like her caused the Flagritz to slaughter entire prides.

From a prone position she was instantly first on her feet and then silently arcing through the air. Five metres down and fifteen between her and the cub. She would pay for the landing later but for now it was lessen time, in the style of ancient operas.
The infant was sent sprawling and tried to gain her feet. Not bad, but her actions were telegraphed and with a paw, retrained, face pushed in the thin dead, dusty soil.

Arching her back and stretched, she turned languidly to view the startled crowd. If she had their attention before, she now held them transfixed.
‘Thankfully you have never seen a Flagritz in the flesh. They are grotesque. They are flaccid, though you don’t see that under all their plastic and metal. They are weak. A quick slit,’ she drew a bead across the lower torso of the trapped cub causing her to yelp, though no blood was drawn, ‘and they ooze out bilious entrails. The will thrash about for hours forming pools of stinking slime as they die.
‘But that’s if you can get close. They are always armed and armoured, even their civilians carry weapons and have their vulnerable places protected. They are wrapped in their technology and always shoot first.

‘They came in the day and in numbers. They killed any that looked up at them and few more just to get our attention. They dragged away any they thought fit to work in their fields and mines. They killed because they were angry or simply for sport. They killed on a whim. If you think that being good little slaves, or negotiating with them would have changed the course of history, you are a fool. As a child, they slaughtered my mother and threw me in a ditch having kicked me across the grounds for fun. There were other bodies there, all my friends and all dead.’

She lifted her leg and the cub scrambled away, shocked and angry at being put down in front of her peers.
‘They say you murdered fifty children.’

For a moment her eyes lost their focus, staring into the distance, into the past.

‘It was in the final days of the occupation. We had broken them and they were in full flight, killing their slaves, our people before they could revolt. We came across one of their small holdings in the Aristian mountains. We tracked the movement of cycling shuttles evacuating the civilians. In typical Flagritz style they had first removed all the troops and were going back for their civilians when we hit them. It was a massacre. I interrogated one. Seems these were pacifists wanting to stay and help rebuild the world, even integrate peacefully. We eviscerated them. That’s when I found tracks leading off. A small group had fled. For three days I followed, picking off the stragglers – mostly children and their mothers. I observed the final few and discovered they were unarmed. I hit them that night leaving none alive. Yes I killed fifty and many more since.’




‘The hard truth is that children grow to adults and are destined to commit the crimes of their parents. This is why I have dedicated my life to hunting Flagritz across this world and any other. Some day we will reach their homeworld and once there we will slaughter every one we find. Until the species is no more, we can never rest.

‘My mother says that it is people like you that stop us putting the past behind us and forging peace with the Flagritz.’ The cub was still trying to win the argument.

‘What of the hundreds of thousands of our people dragged back to their homeworld and their children, forced to grow up in servitude?
‘The Flagritz will call for truces and treaties when in retreat but I know that every last one of them even unto the unborn infant, given time and the upper hand will tear up any treaty and ignore any truce. They will always seek to enslave, torture and murder every other species for their own amusement.’

She turned and walked away, hiding a slight limp. The attitude sickened her but was becoming ever more prevalent amongst the generation born after the emancipation. Having regained the homeworld, they wished nothing more than to bury their heads and hide, pretending the past could never be repeated. She knew better.




 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Wimbles Crisis Solved ***

The Wimble Crisis of 217 has come to an end with the human Baron making way to the wimble Grandfather Paden Mastaak. Celebrations were held in Wimbledon upon the news with crack teams of Wimble security staff guarding all the pies.

It’s unclear how long the Wimbles will enjoy this new era of peace and self-determination.

Vocal Wimble Dinasha, one of Paden’s early backers, has chosen this precarious moment to bait Dewiek, Flagritz and humans who were initially disposed to be friendly to the new administration. Whilst the Wimbles' history with the former-slave-loving Flagritz could be understood, their animosity towards the Dewiek and humans was more mysterious. One insider alluded to a rise in the number of cases of foot-and-mouth across the herd as being a likely cause.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Storm in a Teacup *** Yahn Bares All * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door ***

The stargates are closed! Reports from multiple sources indicate at least three of the stargates, all within Dewiek controlled systems, have been closed.

Two different sources have indicated that the TCA have been spotted recently in a number of systems and may be behind this turn of events. A scan sent to the SSS indicated eight TCA ships were recently spotted first in the Faery system and later near the Kasmer stargate.

Another source, suspiciously put the blame on the ARC, suggesting the ARC and DEN were working together because they “need to trap [the TCA] and try and finish them off after the DEN bodged their operation to protect the ARC while they incinerated the MEK homeworld, which ended up with several ARC ships being destroyed and the job only being half done."

However, with no public statement from the Dewiek themselves, its hard to know whether these rumours are reliable.

Lord Igor of the Dominion and Erasmus Andersen of the Garcia Family both offered public apologies at the delay in meeting their trade commitments because of the recent closures. The not-so-subtle subtext being that someone will pay with blood for this interference in their business. Or at least with a stealthy price rise.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Wimble Civil Strife * Who Sniffs the Sniffers? * Largin’ It * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Videtis quantum scelus contra rem publicam vobis nuntiatum sit? ***

The Flagritz Empire is no more! The Flagritz Republic is reborn! Quick on the heel of the collapse of the Empire, the Fessin caste declared a new era of foreign and economic policy with a rapid withdrawal behind the Black Gate.

The new ecologically-friendly Prime Minister Kayxaer, asked for patience as “economic” reforms were undertaken. It remains to be seen whether there will be any price to pay for the dramatic changes being made by the reclusive Flagritzi or whether it will all be sunshine and rainbows going forward.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Large at Large * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Bravo for Freedom ***

Naplian Forces have attacked three human pirate outposts in the Morroglyph system. A spokesperson for Naplia HQ told the press that the plucky duct-tape loving free people would continue their war against slavers and pirates in their home periphery.

One salty Naplian libertarian told the SSS, “The people of the Naplian Home Periphery are sick and tired of human criminals coming here just because their homeworld is an overcrowded hell. It’s time for them to go back home.”

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Igor of Fang and Horns * Admiral Loves Dick Turpin * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

.What is It?
..a wOrmhOle?.
…No.. worse..
….the KANG singularity!…
…..It pulls us IN…..
……lOOks sO familiar……
…….yet so strange…….
……..what is……..
………that?……..

*** Flagritz Liberalise Economy ***

In good news for all the galaxy the Flagritzi have vowed to liberate all slaves across their Empire. Furthermore, the hectapods have given up eating other sentient species; taking up a strict diet of veganism and soy chai lattes. Sales of turtle neck sweaters and Forbidden Fruit laptops have skyrocketed.

The news was cautiously welcomed by the benevolent Felini Tyranny who looked forward to reducing the War phase of their daily Nap-Lick-Nap-War-Nap-Eat-Sleep cycle to a perfunctory forty winks.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Baron Womble * A Short History of the DPP * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Empire Strikes: Solo ***

A massive fleet of some 1600 warships, including large numbers of super-heavy capital 300 and 400 hullers, attacked the DEN in the Solo system, catching them with their metaphorical pants down. The DEN gate platform and some two hundred DEN freighters were subject to antimatter missiles amongst other high tech ordinance.

Jack the lad, Viceroy of the Empire, claimed a victory for freedom and the Imperial (right of) way leaving the sullen Dewiek unusually unresponsive.

With DOM platforms firing on CIA ships, will the IMP now demand the DOM add them to the Do Not Fire lists as well? And what exactly is the nature of the DOM and DEN alliance in light of the sustained attack from the Empire? And will the DEN’s alien friends stand idly by as the Empire fleet camps in the vital gate system of Solo? How will the DEN retaliate for this action or are they ready to roll over and have their bellies rubbed?

All this remains unknown. All that is certain is the “feel good” factor across the DTR has increased, with citizens reassured that for some time yet, they may continue in their slumber with the easy assurance that their number is not coming up anytime soon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * New BHD Guy * DOM Statement * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** To Ur Is Dewiek ***

Dewiek forces had a hefty smackdown against the mysterious living ships known as the T’Cath (TCA). Seven adult TCA 400 hull capital ships, each firing eight of their notorious plasma cannons, were killed by a DEN and DOM fleet of some 700 ships.

Of the minimal losses suffered by the DEN / DOM, one-eyed Magnus and Nevets Motnhap of the FEL were amongst the dead.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Caribbean Congo Continues * Ur Witness Report * * Hive Briefing * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** The Long Quiet Season ***

Listen…
There’s no sound of anger or of annoyance,
There’re neither cruisers racing on the jump lanes
Nor there jump lanes for them to race on,
There’re neither monks chanting on the battlegrounds
Nor bells calling us to the True One.
There’s neither the lightning cracking of the sky
Nor the persistent Naplians pattering on my roof.
There’s no Dewiek arm in arm to admire the magnificent view
There’re no war drums to feed Human ears
Nor Hive sirens to steal the boredom away
There’s no unfamiliar wing creeping underneath the Falconian sun
Nor floods to enshroud the Aquaphid grounds
The land lies lonely out here
On this lazy summer’s day
There’s no pollution to poison the airs of Inversion
Nor forests to give them life
All I hear is the hushing sound of the wind
Assisting the sand to fall into beautiful undulations.

Whilst we’ve been away: * Operation Giantslayer * Naplian Liberation * Back in the DTTR * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Falconians Saved ***

The Imperials have cunningly saved the Falconian Republic from being consumed by the Dewiek Elder Nation and at no small cost to the DEN either. Whilst the new pro tem Consul crowed about the “victory”, all former FCN systems besides Acropolis have been taken over by the two warring Empires - Human and Flagritz.

Was it all worth it? For the IMP / GTT it clearly was, for the movement of a few hundred thousand troops is surely nothing to the cost they endured trying to and failing to knock the DEN out of Solo after the fact. The FCN now plucked off most of their navy and wider assets are a tiny nothing of their former self. The DEN may have resorted to some dirty namecalling but can the costs endured to save an enfeebled FCN have really been worth it? Time will tell.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * INDignation * FELicitous Caribbean * Nah Plan for Naplia * Mercs Trouble DEN * &etc

 

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I’ve played on and off for approximately 10 years, over a 20 year spell. After some interesting debate on the in-game forum, I did wonder what, exactly, has kept drawing me back to the game, when for so many others I’ve generally lost interest after a few months.

Ultimately, I think it is a combination of automation (that allows the game to handle thousands of positions to interact on a daily basis) coupled with Special Actions (that allow the story arc to develop in a way that could not be catered for by a set of predefined list of available orders).
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