Locked in a geosynchronous orbit over Gdansk, a major spaceport of the New Hanseatic League, Raketenhaus Ader-Wissenshaft is the League's premiere weapons research and test facility.
The Fleet tending bases of the Federation fleet
Part factory, part grocery store, part fast food joint
Dimensional Science has started to unlock the understanding of the fact that the universe is made of layers, and these layers while interacting with each other, are very distinct from each other.
Joint Operations Space Headquarters - Annex 1, also known as Joshua-1 station
Giant Robotic spider that loves farming, Buddhism and selling weapons of mass destruction. The cosmic era.
Atlantis , The Mainland of (India)
Ceylon, The Home of the Barbarians(you)
Back ground stub
Like a grim eagle upon it's nest, the great black block of Tannia Castle looks down upon the city of the same name. Despite the fact that some of those brought within it's walls never come out again, the castle is still looked upon well by most of the city's inhabitants, a place of protection rather then a place of terror.
Far over the misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away ere break of day, to find our long forgotten gold
This is to be my model sub going forward here. Please take a little extra time in your comments. I especially want to hear the negatives.
The countryside of the Stolen World is littered with very unusual urban dwellings, here are 7.(fixed typo in summary, lol , bad start)
Also known as the Saturn Science Center, the Cykranosh Ader-Wissenschaft is a clandestine arcanotech research facility concealed in the clouds of Saturn.
The fortress stronghold of the Anunnaki
A praesidium is the Cosmic Era equivalent of the communes and bastions of the Great Awakening in Pre-Petrol America.
The pursuit for immortality is over, eternity is now.
Latin for literally 'A Pleasant Place'
A reference guide to the major physical features and settlements of County Siogal.
"I've been tethered to the side of a spaceship, nothing but a thin layer of carbon fabric between my nuts and the vacc, and I've looked up from the panel or whatever is broken and seen all those stars. It use to make me feel small, but not anymore. Cause after a few runs between those stars, it changes. It will change for you. You will realize that the closer you get to those stars the smaller everything gets. You know what I saying? Ain't that many goldilocks worlds, but there are tons of little rocks circling fainter stars. And almost every little rock has a little petty king scraping out a living and fighting with another little king."
- Buck Leftyork, FTO Mission Engineer
Interstellar warfare is logarithmic. The plan for the attack begins by considering questions of hundreds of billions of kilometers. How will we get people and equipment from all over the galaxy to orbit the star of the planet we intend to take? Those logistical threads can get tied into knots that are literally light years long. Then once we have our force in star system it becomes a question of millions of kilometers. How do we get to this planet safely and quietly? Then we have to make the landing, thousands of kilometers. Next there is a question of defending the LZ: hundred of kilometers. Once the air support is dealt with and the artillery is neutralized, we’ve got to reach the objective. Then finally there is the soldiers’ combat. That is when the scale collapses quickly. A fight we started light years away can end because we had to cross two meters of open field or because a piece of shrapnel was a millimeter too close.
-Awl-70000891, Captain, Dynastic Army
"I keep my sanity tied to my hip with very thin thread. Somedays when I am pushing through the throngs of people all staring at tiny screens in their heads or in their hands I start feel that thread slipping. On those days I know that my only salvation is docked at the spaceport. My savior is not some luxury liner or high speed transport filled with perfectly balanced environments and a history of 'punctuality'. This man's spaceport messiah is more often than not a century old craft whose airlock is caked with the mud of a hundred worlds, with a computer programed in a dead language and a captain that makes his living looking for the slimmest trade margins in the most distant stars. When I sign on to the crew of such a craft I feel my thread of sanity tighten. I know that when we break through that blue ceiling we will be passing the soul crushing civilized worlds and heading for the fainter stars."
-J. Mitchell Overnantuck, Unlicensed Jump Drive Navigator
Pirates' many bejeweled rings and piercings actually had a practical purpose - when the pirate or sailor died, the rings could be taken off as payment for a proper burial, saving him from a watery grave. This could be tied into regional culture, or made into a quest (The Pirate's Lost Rings, etc.). Also gives treasure-seeking divers another thing to look for besides crusty old chests.