A story regarding the beginning of the end of the Technocratic Federation. Contrary to popular belief, the Secession Crisis started long before The Wormhole Incident. To prevent the tone deaf Federation from losing, the Scientific Directorate of Rosecordia devised a two and a half century plan to assert control over the weakening Federation.
End of OOC, here
RNDFV Frontier’s Watch, 223 BBT, Palisade Class Cruiser
Unknown Officer Discourse, No Fly Zone Nora, Patrol Zone Fourteen
Subject: Report Echo Eleven; Deteriorating Conditions
“Cut the audio feed.”
“Helmsman Adjust Forty Five, Cut Neutral.”
“Roger, Adjusting Forty Five, Cutting to Neutral.”
“Well. Now we can discuss this… Unfolding situation in Atlia Reach.”
“Atlia Reach isn’t our concern.”
“Their crackdown is concerning, though.”
“The sector out west?”
“Yeah, it’s uncomforting. They’ve been federalized for the last thousand years. Fuck will happen when it rears its ugly head at us?”
“They know about Project Nexus yet?”
“Shouldn’t. We’ve barely been briefed on it, how in the brightly burning stars would they?”
“Isn’t that still a progress?”
“Techs there, infrastructure isn’t.”
“Well, when we get back to Base, let’s bring it up to DNI. See how they think about Atlia Reach and the weird occurances.”
“Bring audio back up.”
“Helmsman All Ahead, bring us back into patrol bead.”
“Roger, All Ahead, bringing her back into patrol bead.”
Vanguard Drive Yards
[220 BBT, Torialina A]
Keel of the 1st Warden Class
“Why did VDY take this contract?”
“You really think they’ll finish on time?”
“We’re gambling on a newfound Drive Yard, 'cause Battlecruiser Classes haven’t been built in five thousand years.”
“Vanguard Drive Yards also produced our first Palisade, Javelin, and Vitreo. Seemed like a good fit. Hopefully?”
“Personally, they seem capable. Give them a little bit of credit, they made the Fed’s first Excelsior Class. My son’s a huge fan.”
“Yeah. I agree. Well, the ceremony is gonna start soon.”
“Yeah. Should be interesting.”
“Oh, Cicero’s here.”
“Cicero’s here?”
“What?”
“Shush. The Ceremony’s starting.”
Sahiria Station Medical Research Hub
[110 BBT, Veafri System]
The Half Serniani Experiment
Day Twelve of the Half Sern experiment. Splicing the human genome was fairly easy. Since it’s spliced, we’ve been using the DNA to see if it’s stable enough for reproduction. We got more test subjects then I thought we would. It’s going to be interesting.
SSMRH
[108 BBT, Veafri System]
The Half Serniani Experiment
Day 740 of the Half Serniani Experiment. First Kid was born today. Mother named her Tristie. Developments to follow. If we don’t yield more results, the project will be canceled. Don’t Bureaucrats understand we’ll need more time?
SSMRH
[90 BBT, Veafri System]
The Half Serniani Experiment
I stopped keeping track of time. They canceled the experiment. They ordered us to euthanize the kids. We kept stalling. Eventually, they put their foot down. We told them to go fuck themselves, and they’re probably coming to kill us now. We stalled enough though, one of our doctors was from the Directorate. He got in touch with the authorities, and they extracted the kids and mothers. They asked if wanted to go. We told them they couldn’t save us, but they could save the kids. Shit. I can hear them knocking. Well, I’m gonna sign off. If I don’t sign back on in fourteen days, presume I’m dead.
–PhD. Ethan C’ax
Last Updated 90 Years ago…
SSMRH
[4 BBT, Veafri System]
Lt. Tristie Claire, Ms Claire Halcyon
“So… What is this?”
“This is… Where we were born.”
“We…?”
“Yeah. You never heard of this place?”
“Never.”
“You heard of the Half Sern Experiment?”
“Not a clue, Claire.”
“Well, you were… What is it… Étude de cas numéro un.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I have records, and I’m suprised they didn’t torch the whole damn station.”
Claire hands Tristie a book of reports
“Thanks. I’ll… Read this… On my way back.”
Tristie is on the verge of holding back tears, but pulls something out of her pocket and hands it over
“Hey. I’ll be… In touch. If something happens. Thanks for showing me this.”
Tristie and Claire share a knowing smile before they both depart.
Rosepoint Naval College
[7 BBT, Agito System]
Mr. Tyler Cadium, Robert Francis, Ms. Laurisa Arikia
“Hey, Rob.”
“Yo Ty. What’s up?”
“You study for that flight test?”
“I’m doing Xacto, so not really. I got plans. Big party at Lightfoot’s. You should come around.”
“Pass. I’ve seen what happens when you drink. Case study, my dad.”
“Don’t blame you, thought you would pass up, I know Valk II training is hell.”
“Oh well… Guess I won’t get a sparring partner…”
“Hello, Tyler.”
“You are…?”
“Pardon me intruding, you want a sparring partner, right?”
“Were you eavesdropping?!”
“No, I was walking by, I’m Laurisa. Commonly known around her as Fencer from Twenty Three Alfa!”
Laurisa smiles
“Oh. Sure, guess it couldn’t hurt to duel you.”
“That was fun!”
“You kicked my shins in!”
“But you learned, right?”
“Fair enough. We should do this more often.”
Task Force Sorcerer
[0 BBT, Viola System]
Task Force Sorcerer
Cruiser Force
1x Vitreo Class
1x Palisade Class
2x Javelin Class
The Enduring Fire | HC - 0192
The Inspired Traveler | HC - 1074
Screen
1x Shadowlight Class
5x Humbler Class
Dreo-5 | HC - 0432
Loea-2 | HC - 2913
Psio-9 | HC - 4953
Fria | HC - 0043
Dia | HC - 0234
“Board, Picture, Situation.”
“We’re all clear on the relay.”
“We’re waiting on the signal.”
“How will we know?”
“That Federation Contact team went awry. They report a casualty, but no body. He’s alive, and ratting our plan to them. We’ll know as soon as Tristie establishes contact with them.”
“Tyler lived?”
“Not officially, but we know he’s there. Hopefully he hasn’t changed his mind.”
“Well. We should find that we get a communication from DNI soon. We will change course and strike at the capital facility. They won’t have time to react to our strike.”
“A decapitation strike?”
“Excellent Judgement, Specialist.”
“B-but… How will we know they’re all there?”
“We don’t. But NEMPT will knock their scanners, we’ll board, we’ll blow the reactor. We get out. Any QRF will deal with a hellfire of missiles from our javelins.”
–DNI Transmission Inbound–
Operation Expedited Striker is ago. Clear to jump. Weapons Free.
“There’s our signal. Let’s move.”
“Helmsmen Flank Ahead into the Relay.”
“Flank Ahead into relay.”
“Weapons Officer clear tubes and guns.”
“NEMPT cleared and primed.”
“TF Sorcerer let’s rock and roll. We have our order of battle and a target to strike. Set Condition One throughout the fleet. Prepare for a fight, they won’t go down without one.”
“Damage Control Coordination Center, spin up our fabricators, we’re gonna need em real soon, considering the damage we may be inflicted.”
“Already done! TAS is ready to take fire, and shoot fire.”