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The Council is Summoned

The Council is Summoned

In the city now known as Evacuation, many buildings could have been built in any corner of the Peripheries. Few details on the outside of those buildings would have been out of place in Yank or any number of starbases on a myriad of worlds.

But one in particular stands out. This is the building from where the desperate defence against the Flagritz was orchestrated. Further back in time, this is the building where Marshal Leonis declared himself to be the first Tyrant. Go back yet further and this is the building where once Matriarchs gave a thin veneer of civility and politics to an internecine cluster of wars between each matriarchal clan. Matriarchs could sit and debate in politeness while at the same time their armies were still continuing raids against each other’s fortresses.
This is not the time of any of these historic perspectives, yet the nature of the building is derived from each. Not a stone is wasted, yet every curve and corner speaks of power and strength. In addition to the shielding above the city, this building has its own shield generators, more powerful than many front line warships. It is rumoured that more than fifteen nuclear missiles penetrated the city shielding, yet were turned by the shields surrounding the building.


Over time, the building has had several names. Once it was the Matriarchal Palace. Then it became the Capitol. Now it is formally known as the Council of Prides – although many still refer to it as Capitol.

Inside the Great Hall has seen almost as many changes. In the Matriarchal times, each clan had a place of Honour determined by a complex order of precedence – part of the cost of advancement was to demolish the
Place of Honour of the clan which had been overtaken and to build a new one befitting your own clan in its stead. Each Place of Honour was richer and more opulent than the last. Leonis swept all this away and the Great Hall became a stronghold, barracks to the Tyrannic Guard.

Now the Great Hall is the chamber for the Council of Prides – but with none of the ostentation that the Matriarchs felt was needed. The only decoration comes from the banners bearing the sigil of each Pride. Other than this, the smooth walls are the purest white with the exception of two areas. One section near the back bears red walls. This is where the banners of the Prides-which-have-fallen hang. On the opposite side, the wall section is black. The banners there are torn and hung upside-down, to denote dishonour. These prides are also no more.

Most of the hall is an open floor, where PrideLeaders and PrideSeniors mingle freely. A small dais bears a simple stool – once used by Leonis. Sometimes, Mrrshan can be seen there when the council is not in session, musing on the future path of the Tyranny. Right now though the stool is empty, despite the presence of just about every feline who has the authority to be in the hall. Some figures display the telltale sparkles of holo projections, but most are present in person, as news of the reclamation of Skye and Winter has mingled with rumours that there was another announcement to come.

Quietly, Mrrshan emerges from an antechamber, flanked by his two Avatars. As he sits gently on the stool a hush descends upon the hall.

“This stool has three legs. So does the society which we have built for ourselves. As with the stool, a failure to have balance between the three legs leads to instability and the chance of failure of the whole.

“Unlike the stool, our society’s legs have names. Honour. Tradition. Necessity. If we neglect any of these three, we risk calamity. Sometimes it is necessary to forge new traditions when old ones become incompatible with reality. Sometimes it is necessary to apply the principles of Honour to a new situation, where none of our accepted definitions of Honour could be deemed applicable.

“The universe is not as simple as any would like. Thousands of felines have given their allegiance to other governments. Many more ply their trades without loyalty to any other government. In the same way we have non-felines working tirelessly amongst us, sharing our ideals and our vision of the future.



“Amongst the Prides-which-have-fallen are several proud names, where a Pride has been decimated beyond its ability to be a cohesive entity. Survivors petition for adoption into other prides and are thus scattered. The Pride’s holdings are allocated in consideration of the greatest needs of the Tyranny. To this date, such Prides have been considered dead from this point.

“Today in the Eyes of the Great Mother, I say we have arrived at such a time where necessity must be considered. For amongst us is an individual who has shown his worth, his loyalty and his Honour. Had this person been feline, he would long ago have stood amongst you as a PrideSenior in our long-standing tradition of choosing the most capable for a given role. But this person is not a feline and so I am not in a position to do so – if we stick blindly and rigidly to the premise that all positions of authority must be filled by one of our species. Furthermore, this person has not yet been granted entry to a Pride, yet has been given authorities of high standing in our Navy and holdings in many of our systems. It is not a complete co-incidence that many of these holdings belonged to a single Pride once – for as a collection they bring synergy to each other. Yet this Pride fell several seasons past.

“In order to hold true to the principles of Honour, it is time to return to the original essence of what a Pride is. A Pride is a grouping of capable individuals and material holdings which exist in a co-ordinated way to provide the maximum benefit to the Tyranny and to itself. Under this definition, I say that we should consider a fallen Pride to have returned.

“Enter this hall, Chamiah, most Honourable Human of the Tyranny. Take the Banner of Pride Karlosse from the place of the Fallen and present it here today to us all. Then take your place amongst my Council with the rank of PrideSenior with all the Honours and Duties which the rank entails.”




 
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***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Voice of the Naplian Liberation Front ***

We are the Naplian Liberation Front. We have commandeered this station to bring you important and vital deprogramming. You are a slave of the Galactic Trouser and Tussles Imperium of Unspecified Services! We have witnessed the press ganged upon by Imperial thugs. Rounding up reporters by the thousands and throwing them in weasel dens. Mocking the Great Uncle of the Flagritz. Manufacturing consent out of a lust for imports of wheat cereals! We poor Naplians(*) are given no training and substandard equipment when preparing your nutritious breakfasts. We are sent forward by the Imperial snack commissioners with threats of triple-filing tax returns on unreasonable deadlines! Death would be preferable. We are allegedly paid a wage but have you ever tried to buy anything with just $1? Strangely none of those politicals earning $10,000 or more a week seem to care about our plight. Not to mention that the Imperials throw perfectly good meat into the grinder instead of slow cooking it in black bean sauce. They have no respect for a classic burrito! We are left grieving for young families who have never tasted quality ranch sauce. You don’t need to be a dead Naplian to know the value of a good guacamole.

* No actual Naplians included.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT vs USN * GTT vs NLF * GTT vs IND * GTT vs KAS * GTT vs FET * GTT vs SSS * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire On Warpath ***

The newly re-united Stellar Empire continued to wage war against the Flagritz Empire to bring about galactic peace and freedom for all. The latest system to fall to the inevitable tide of history was Morroglyph in the Coreward Arm. Dewiek intransigence reached fever pitch as the FLZ facilities changed to DEN paws and subsequently became targets of Imperial truth and justice. Despite putting themselves between the past and the future, the DEN seemed to lack much will for an actual fight with Dewiek military commanders adopting “meh” as their watchword.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * GTT smacks NLF * DEN whack MRC * Slaves Liberated * FLZ Retreat * ARC in Orion Spur * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Stellar Empire Re-United ***

Celebrations were held across the vast territories of the Stellar Empire as the two-halves represented by the governments of the Imperials and Caliphate determined to unite. This followed almost inevitably from the assassination of the Caliph, a crime that has gone mysteriously unresolved. The old Caliphate ministers were ‘retired’ and at first it seemed the Imperials had managed what had alluded them for decades.

However, just as orders to claim systems for the IMP went in some places, conflicting orders to claim for the CIA came from Laton. In other systems, it seems overwhelming civilian support lies with the defunct CAL government and there are a number of CIV and CAL bases that seem to have not heeded the CIA nor IMP orders. With all the Caliphate's armaments now in the CIA’s hand and no political leadership in the old government, it seems inevitable that the civilians will be dragged kicking and screaming into the future.

A muted and cautious response from the rest of the galaxy was only to be expected given the formation of a new unrivalled superpower. The chilling effect on public discourse as the Imperial war machine taps into the substantial, if stunted, economies of the former Caliphate will surely be felt for years to come. Does this mark the 'end of history' as we know it?

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * KAS v IMP/GTT v FLZ * DEN v MRC * FOCed by IMP * BHD v DEN * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Imperials Declare War Against Flagritz ***

A declaration of war came last week after an unsatisfactory reply to Imperial ultimatums that the FLZ accept resolution of the previous war. J. Jones issued the following proclamation, "We hope this reminder will prompt them to rethink the status they removed them selves from and come back to more peaceful co-existence.” Doublegood, Viceroy, doublegood!

More on this story inside this issue of the SSS along with: * Species Guide * FEL Barter With GIants * High Times &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Orion Spur Special Edition ***

Explorers of the galaxy rejoiced as knowledge of a new periphery became common knowledge, revealing charts to forty star systems. The Orion Spur is connected to the massive Coreward Arm with rumours that the locals of the Monument system at the heart of this new periphery may have been responsible for the collapse of the HarCorp civilisation.

We have in-depth analysis and information about the new periphery inside this special issue of the SSS.

Also inside this issue of the SSS: * Naplian Liberation Front Reality Show * FLZ v FEL * Mercs in Graydown * DOM Scare Stories * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Hoedown in Graydown ***

Wimbles in the Graydown system have come under repeated attacks by mercenaries. The Wimbles having already lost two outposts have had their ships come under attack by boarders. The Wimbles are pointing a hairy finger at the GTT whilst the DEN are itching to get their paws in.

Pleasantly rotund Wolf Lord Lyceum reported the destruction of one mercenary ship, a Corsair class explorer called "Eye of the Chosen" which had earlier dropped off ground forces flying the banner of "God Hates Wimbles.” Which God and why he or she hates Wimbles has yet to be revealed. We suspect its corporation-loving Mammon.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Sargasso Update * Wakerians * Naplian Liberation Front * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Breaking News: Caliph Samuel Assassinated ***

The nominal head of the Caliphate, Samuel has been murdered in broad daylight at the starbase CAL Sidon in the Fortress system. The allegedly mad zealot was on his way to meet representatives of various civilian factions when a shadowy figure *cough*CIA agent*cough* shot him dead.

The CIA issued the following statement to the SSS with a customary nudge and a wink: "In these difficult times, as we come to terms with the loss of Samuel, we are taking things one day at a time.

"Samuel was not only our Caliph, but our leader during the Second Civil War which laid the foundations for the Confederacy after he left the Human Empire and settled in the Darkfold. It is truly a sad day and one that will be marked in history as one of many great leaders who were cut down in their prime.

"We will strive now to look to the future, whilst remembering our past”

Speculation is rife that this is the first step towards a unification of the two-halves of the Stellar Empire. Others are more hopeful this is a return to the Confederacy or the mark of greater separation with the Imperial bloc. Time will tell what nebulous motives the shadowy puppet-master Laton turned out to have had and which alien faction will be blamed for the Caliph’s murder.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * HEX / FET Invade Sargasso * Magnus v Nevets Fight! * Dewiek Black Hole Disaster * FLZ Correction * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** STOP PRESS: Felini Victory ***

In an unexpected development, the FEL have scored a decisive victory against the FLZ. Destroying or maiming some 20 Flagritz Baseships in the Onwards system.

What is more remarkable than the victory was there was no subsequent comment by Crazy Uncle Flagritz. We might need to have a lie down now.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN and FEL * Valhalla Fighting Pits * RIP smacked * &etc


 
***** Christmas Special Edition *****

*** Ho Ho Ho ***

Welcome to the SSS Christmas Special Edition! We the Editors have put together a nostalgic pudding treat intended to delight and tickle even the scroogiest megacorp executive. So gather your cubs, squidlets and larvae for some silliness and song. Time to catch up with some classics from years gone by, raise your glasses and drink your gluttony and shame away!

Wishing you all a merry Christmas free from Krampus Jones's invading armies!

The Editors


 

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