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Story - The Fall of Kastor

The Fall of Kastor

‘Never like this,’ he said quietly to the empty barracks. The room was bare, utilitarian, grey steel bed-frames, now devoid of even their basic rolls and accompanying shelves are empty of clothes and permitted personal affects. He had prepared himself for death by depressurisation and had viewed hundreds of clips. The final breath, the frosting and cracking of bare skin in the final moments before death and then utter stillness. Years in service had even made him numb to the probability that his end may be slower. Puncture wounds to the intestinal region and hours of poisoning and agony while the battle raged all around and medics dealt first with those that had a chance. The one fate he never anticipated was being sacked. This was a death of purpose, a death of ambition and a death of vengeance. This was a death colder than the wastes of space.

His eyes turned to the window, looking through the yellowing blast-glass to the crumbling parade yard beyond and he thought back nearly two decades ago. Following induction and initial training he and just over half the conscripts had qualified for further training. Some of those that failed, only achieving militia status had tried hiding their disappointment and failure by claiming that all he had qualified for was premature death. He remembered that early doubt and how the pride in his father’s eyes had banished it.



His father, one of the last from the cryo-vats, vats that had taken his arm and lower leg and blackened the side of his face. His mother, riddled with cancers kept at bay through cryo-stasis was rendered clinically dead before he was born. On bad days his father was prone to violence and reliving the end days nearly half a millennium ago. On those days, the war still raged, on those days his father screamed as the bombardments levelled the city, forcing him to crawl through endless darkness, subsisting on the flesh of dead friends and radioactive water dribbling through the rubble. On bad days his servo-limbs were remotely deactivated and he was heavily sedated. The bad days were not discussed.

On good days his father would describe Kastor as it was. Bright cities, almost no smog, transport systems not only running, but on time. Food like you would not believe. They had huge halls where they reared creatures and plants purely for the purpose of being eaten. Back then, yeast was for creating fermented alcohol. That was before industrial processing of yeast as food. The way he described it, it was an age of wonder.

He looked down at his primary blaster hanging at his waist and moved his hand to rest on it, both protectively and for reassurance. It was his father’s. All that went into stasis with him and now, his father gone these past few years, it was all that remained. In some ways he is glad that his father died. To have come through the war, to have awoken in the ruins of Kastor and to have laboured searching for those still locked in endless sleep, dying as their vats failed and never waking up. To have done all that, driven with a single purpose and come so far only to fail utterly and for reasons that nobody ever suspected.

He spat the word commerce, sneering at the stain that only weeks ago would have found him stripped, flogged and forced to clean the barracks for a month. Even to himself he could admit that he had no idea how it happened. The news told of destabilisation in stability and how long-term demands unfulfilled by external investment following the collapse of the intermediary Alexander Enterprises led to spiralling costs. At some point the government couldn’t afford either its army or navy. Mercenary factions quit, businesses went bust and there was neither food nor power for civilians. Then the looting started.

He had followed orders that day and weeks after though the fighting only got worse. Hardest hit were the food processing plants. That was when starvation became widespread and even the military started to suffer. He had fired into the shadowed alleys along with the rest of his squad and advanced around the burning debris and stepping over bodies. These weren’t rebels, most were not even armed. They were people, starving and desperate. These were his people, the offspring of those that survived the attempted genocide of the Yanks.




It was only hours after this last confrontation that the government gave the order, echoed from the few still functional public address systems, that all but a token force within the vicinity of the capital and in each military base was to stand down, turn over their arms and return to civilian status. There was short period of bewildered silence then the tide turned as word spread that the military had effectively surrendered. Those squads that had welcomed the ceasefire and removed armour suddenly found themselves besieged by angry mobs. This was no longer fighting for food; this was callous and brutal with neither quarter nor mercy given.

With the rest of his squad he had fought his way out of the urban zone and back to barracks. The demobbing was quick, with many going their separate ways to join family in different districts and blend in with civilians while others formed themselves into bands. Both tactics designed to avoid likely reprisals against the military from angry civilians. He had remained at the base despite not being counted amongst the remaining active force. His marginally elevated rank put him at odds with the rest of the squad and without family there was nowhere for him to go.

For the first time in his life he wondered if they could be wrong. While rumour of the hand of friendship from the Yanks had been doing the circuit for years he had always dismissed it as propaganda. But then, if purely propaganda, why had they not returned to finish the job their ancestors started centuries ago? Without chain of command telling him what to believe he was lost. They were all lost.





 
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***** 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

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Acropolis Now ***

The IMP and GTT have brought peace and stability to Acropolis.

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Goodbye Falconians ***

The galaxy bid farewell to the Falconian Republic as the Human Empire subsumed them into their expanding territories. This marks the second death of an alien civilisation at the hands of the IMP / GTT in recent years. Like the extinguishing of the nearby Ulians, no voices of opposition could be heard from other quarters. This marks a long-period of appeasement by the Detinus Republic and Dewiek Elder Nation.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DOMination * &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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