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The Dominion

The Dominion

Vehrenberg 157
If the admiral was feeling any emotion it did not show on his face as he stared down on the assembled crowd from the palace. That he, saviour of the Empire, the most highly decorated admiral in history should be here on a glorified farm world on the fringes of the Empire was unprecedented. The crowd were carrying royal flags and bunting had been hastily strung between the buildings around the square. Many of those present had been here for hours waiting for a glimpse of the great man himself. They had amused themselves by standing next to the honour guards while photographs and vids were taken until the admiral stepped out onto the balcony of the governor’s ‘palace’ that fronted the square.

Once silence had descended he addressed the crowd.
‘Rumours of sedition have reached the throne. I have conducted an investigation and found evidence of treason. We have taken into custody those responsible, their families and associates.
‘Nine are to be executed immediately, the rest will be returned to Earth to serve their sentence.’
Members of the crowd looked at each other in confusion. Sedition? Who? They were expecting accolades as to the growth of the colony and praise for the products sent regularly to ever hungry mouths of Earth.


The marines previously standing to attention as one changed to a distinctly more aggressive stance. These were the Emperor’s elite, the force responsible for breaking Tate sixteen years ago and in the intervening period they had maintained both their discipline and ruthlessness. It was rumoured that they even submitted to modern training techniques that physically rewrote their cerebral synapses. They were utterly loyal and fearless.
The doors to the palace below the balcony opened and a small squad of local troops emerged, surrounding Baron Vehrenberg, governor of the world. By comparison to the elite, these soldiers looked unprofessional as they shuffled forwards. They also looked pale and unsteady on their feet as though they had just been given news of being sent to the front line. The Baron himself was ashen faced, clearly desiring to be anywhere else.

They formed up on the steps between the crowd and the palace and waited, though not for long as the sound of many boots marching in perfect unison approaching from around the side of the palace.

The crowd pressed forward for a better view and were rewarded with the scene of a column of manacled people surrounded by more of the elite. The troops drove the prisoners through the now narrow gap between the crowd and governor and his squad, to line them against the wall extending from the far side of the mansion. Shock, almost palpable ran through the onlookers as many recognized people amongst the manacled. They were relatively influential on this small world. They appeared regularly in the media. Eyes turned to the admiral, questioning.

‘You see before you the instigators of rebellion. For these the most severe punishment will be meted out. Carry on governor.’
With that the sweating and miserable governor ordered his squad to form up opposite the prisoners and present arms. Silence filled the square, the crowd in a state of denial.
‘Fire.’
The single word and the accompanying cacophony of a dozen weapons discharging brought reality crashing in and screaming ensued. People attempted to flee the scene though were pulled up sharp by the presence of the elite. Pressure from those at the pack pushed the front of the crowd forward towards the elite. A series of single shots put down those closest to the elite, stopping the crowd in its tracks. The weapons though were only stunners and those downed soon stirred.

The admiral further addressed the crowd, his message also hitting the communications media and spreading across the world, though by that point it was too late. Many more had been taken into custody while the crowd had waited.

Three days later there had been more than six thousand arrests. Those charged had been delivered to the ships now in orbit awaiting transport to Earth to face the charges. Admiral Secudus from the bridge of the pocket battleship Mercy gave orders.
‘We will rendezvous with the others at the edge of the system.’
‘Yes, admiral,’ responded his captain.

Still a few light seconds from the rendezvous the sensors went wild and small new stars blossomed into the life. Nuclear detonations.
‘Sir, report coming though, they have lost seven escorts and report more than thirty enemies of unknown origin. They rest are heading our way.’
‘Unknown? No this has the Baron’s stink about it. I knew the bastard LiQuan had a secret shipyard. We are in no way prepared for this. So he looks to play cavalry does he? How long till we can jump, captain?’
‘For some of the transports three days though we could leave tomorrow, we cannot however outrun them or outshoot them. I doubt we will make it to Vehrenberg not that we would get any succour there.’
‘I agree, the two barons are in it up to their bloody necks.’

The admiral turned to the nearest console and punched in his own security code unlocking heavily encrypted data. The main navigation monitor suddenly included a pulsing red object no more than a few hours away at their current velocity. It was no coincidence that the rendezvous point was here, the admiral wanted to see the anomaly for himself before returning to Earth.
‘What is it?’ asked the captain.
‘We have been investigating the anomaly for some time. It is the reason this system has become strategically important. It’s a wormhole, stable enough to allow a ship to pass through to a region of space more than eighty light years away.’
‘What? I thought those things were science fiction or lab experiments.’
‘Plot a course to engage with the vectors indicated then transmit it to the fleet.’

The escorts covered the retreat of the ships to the wormhole, preventing the transports being boarded though taking severe damage. From Baron LiQuan’s perspective onboard his command ship Excommunication, this looked very much like shooting fish in a barrel and merely a matter of time before the last of the escorts fell. Then it would be a simple matter to capture the transports and nobody would ever know what happened. Confident in his master plan he left the bridge, taking with him one of the crew to deal with some clerical work.
Almost moments later the Excommunication’s sensor officer alerted the captain to an anomaly and after a short conference in which the implications of the anomaly were realised the Baron himself was interrupted in his private suite.

‘Balls man,’ shouted the Baron turning to the monitor and pushing back the head of the young female crewmember before adjusting his trousers, ‘I am in the middle of something. Can’t I leave you to handle a few escorts and a pocket battleship?’
‘Lord, there is a problem,’ this latest in flagranti was nothing new to the captain and beyond averting his eyes from the view screen continued. ‘They appear to be heading for some sort of rift in space we didn’t know about. We will not be able to deal with the escorts before the majority of the transports have entered it.’
‘Well bloody nuke that damned rift thing whatever it is. I will be on deck in five, no make it ten. Not even you can screw it up in that time.’
‘But Lord, we don’t know what that will do, we don’t know anything about…’ but the communication was cut.

A few transports entered the wormhole before the first nuclear salvo directed against the rift detonated. They provoked little more than the ejection of a stream of exotic particles. More escorts fell but so too were more transports escaping despite the explosions.
The last of the transports pushed into the event horizon of the rift along with the escorts and the now badly limping pocket battleship as the Baron entered the bridge. A moment’s glance at the tactical display was enough to give him all the information he needed.
‘Didn’t I tell you to nuke that bloody thing? You are letting them all escape! ‘
‘But Lord, the nuclear missiles do not enter the rift; they do not cross the event horizon. At best we have been able to detonate them in close proximity.’
‘The True One may hate the Empire but he also despises idiots, send one of your ships in and launch when inside.’
‘What happens if it closes and we lose transports?’
‘If you care to notice we have already lost them. We don’t know where it leads and what’s on the other side. There could be an imperial fleet waiting for us. This whole thing stinks of a trap.’



Seconds after the pocket battleship crossed the boundary the interceptor class starship captained by one of Samuel’s most experienced fanatics followed. Moments later the ships were bombarded by heavy radiation. The blast lasted less than a second but afterwards the rift was little more than a distorted star field like looking at its reflection in a pond with ripples.

As the weeks passed news that Admiral Secudus and his fleet were missing started to filter out across the Empire. Rumours and speculation ran rife though a full investigation on Vehrenberg confirmed that Baron Vehrenberg had carried out the execution and that the Admiral had left in accordance with his mission. The loss of the admiral emboldened those that were wavering in their support of Samuel and may well have been instrumental in the transition to open rebellion in 158.

As to the fate of Admiral Secudus and his small fleet of transports and their cargo of prisoners, they were never heard of again. That said 50 years later when the Empire reached the Cluster they encountered humans who according to their own history have been in the Cluster for hundreds of years and had a society based on a two class martial social structure. How could humans have arrived in the Cluster hundreds of years before jump drives were invented? They seemed somewhat fuzzy about their own history beyond a generally accepted story that they were a fleet of prison ships on their way to a penal colony. Of the fate of Admiral Secudus, nothing is known for certain. Nobody knows for certain what happened but speculation is that the internal nuclear detonation presumably caused the opening of the wormhole to be flung across both time and space.





Mumble-grumble  [Recruit]

The Dominion has always been a thorn in my side. They were a legacy of a previous Game Master who cared little about consistent back story. The key elements were that they arrived in the Cluster up to 500 years ago (though the bulk appear to only have been there around eighty years) and that they were a fleet of prison ships on their way to a penal colony, later changed to colonists that suffered a misjump. In the history of the game these stories made any sense. It was before the formation of the Empire and in fact before humanity had even discovered Pulac and actually reached another star system. So the whole thing would have had to have been set in the Sol system.

My first draft involved sending off a fleet of prisoners as pioneers in sub-light cryo-ships – a bit like using Russian prisoners to build St. Petersburg before the nobility arrived. This however did not sit well and I returned to the concept of time travel as their origin.

Even if time-travelling wormholes were included, bringing the time period for their creation forward, why would a bunch of ships with prisoners decide to enter a wormhole or even be anywhere near a wormhole? And anyway, where did these prisoners come from and where was this penal world?

So, with these basic questions I worked their history to be consistent with the history of the Empire. As for the destination penal world – this could have been Mars or Venus which at the time were being terraformed and would easily have served as such for an interim period. I am sure that the transport crew would have explained to the prisoners were they were destined once they had been chewed up on Earth.

The detonations around the wormhole causing the other end to swing through time thereby bleeding the fleet’s arrival across centuries rather than as a single event also solved quite a few of the anachronistic oddities regarding the Dominion’s involvement in the dewiek wars against the Architects.

Finally, by having the whole time-travelling feature as part of a major instability and detonation during mid-passage through the wormhole (it taking 100TU’s to pass through the wormhole, allowing for the final detonation to occur while all the ships were still within the wormhole but at differing ‘distances’ along it) means that attempting to replicate the procedure in-game is at best pointlessly suicidal. I subscribe to the fixed-timeline, insofar as things are as they are because things were as they were. Something in the past cannot be changed though our perception of it may alter as we determine more about it, so you can kill your grandfather before he conceived your father, all you have proved is that he was not your grandfather. There is no pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. If something didn't happen, it didn't happen. I always liked Time Riders (1992, Iron Crown Enterprises).

 
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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).
-Zigic