The War Academy is one of the Federation's ace programs.
For some people a single planet can be both too small and too crowded, too complicated and too limited at the same time. Are you the kind of person that wants to live a life free between the stars? This article will help you live that life successfully.
It started as a joke but quickly evolved into the new business of retirement travel
The industrial colony of Tetropolis was founded as a cybernetic research and production center, designing and producing robots and autons for the Atlantic Federation Lunar State. ElectraCorp was to be the controlling corporation. Things didn't go as planned.
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
Joint Operations Space Headquarters - Annex 1, also known as Joshua-1 station
Fugitives forever. Followed by the doom.
Formerly known as Ceres Metals, a subsidiary of the Guandong Industrial Investment and Financial Group (GIIFG or GIFG), now an robot controlled and operated mining, logistics, and communications corporation
A very low key, almost completely unknown branch of the Atlantic Federation central government
Also known as the Saturn Science Center, the Cykranosh Ader-Wissenschaft is a clandestine arcanotech research facility concealed in the clouds of Saturn.
The definition of a battleship is a warship with extensive armor and large caliber guns.
The fortress stronghold of the Anunnaki
"Maps are a human thing. They like to make simplified models in which things are labelled, placed on grids and details are glossed over. I assume it is because their minds are spatial and not mathematical. Things to the human mind are defined by there relation to other things. That is why they need two points to draw straight line, whatever that is. Sincerely, though I don't understand the utility of it, but I don't fight it. The Captain says go to grid space 10-K, and I can discern what he means."
-Lagrimal-0201020101, Chief Navigational Program for the FTO freighter Mtuzanizibar.
"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
A cruiser is a ship capable of extended operations, not requiring regular resupply. Non-Military cruisers are heavy ships operated by megacorps, nations, and other interests, but are not armed.
Pioneering new vistas in technology, the Kanmusu are sentient autonomous ships.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.