Post by Jackson of Centuri on Oct 22, 2014 11:04:40 GMT -5
Here you can find all the storyline developments for Struggle for Klegon. As more parts to the story are written, they will be added here.
Introduction:
The year is 2759. When the humans of Terras built the first Quantum Drive in 2316, humanity set out to colonize the stars from Terras over 500 years ago, soon coming into contact with sentient alien life. As humanity rapidly expanded it's hold over the known galaxy, they soon discovered something unlike ever seen before. Some sort of energy shield prevented matter from passing through it, and it enveloped Terras and the handful of star systems around her.
The unifying drive for exploration blunted, soon the different colonies began to break off from Terras. In 2332, the Klegon galaxy descended into full-blown civil war, with it's many factions warring with each other over supplies and territory.
Seeking to restore order, the leaders of Terras established the Terran Empire to conquer the colonies and keep them in line. For 300 years the Empire guarded the peace throughout the galaxy, maintaining order with an iron fist. Those years were a golden age unrivaled by any in human, or alien, history. It wouldn't last.
In 2659, a pact of rebellious colonists, pirates, and other outlaws, tired of struggling in vain against the Empire, formed a union known as the Nova League, a contract unifying them, forming them into a much more formidable foe. They began raiding Imperial worlds and destroying Imperial starships. With the Empire spanning so many planets, and the Imperial Navy spread so thin, the Empire could not protect all of it's holdings. Soon Terras called it's forces back toward the core worlds to protect the capitol, abandoning the colonies in the process.
Their gambit payed off, as the Nova League forces were now forced to fight on even ground with the Imperial forces. They were repulsed from their drive toward Terras, and now turned toward the now undefended colonies.
However, the outlying colonies in the Centuri quadrant, now under attack from the Nova Leage, and undefended from the onslaught, decided immediate action must be taken. In 2676, they seceded from the Empire, and formed the Centuri Conglomeration. Hurriedly arming their forces with abandoned Imperial equipment, they managed to repel the League forces and secure their worlds.
In 2745, the Nova League had been reduced to a mere shadow of it's former strength by Centuri forces, retreated back into the shadows to regroup and lick it's wounds.
The past years have been an uneasy peace, with both the Conglomeration and the Empire's forces to weak to pursue war against the other.
But now, their armies are now at full strength, their navies rebuilt, and tensions are rising between the factions. Nova League raids are becoming more frequent. Imperial harassment of their former colony is increasing. Centuri forces attempt to defend their borders and retaliate against attacks with increasingly aggressive tactics. War is looming on the horizon.
Update: Spark in the tinderbox.
8/14/59
17:55 CPSTS(Closest Planet Space Time Standard)
Terran IST-994s "Copperhead" Unit 223
The small Terran interceptor sped through the vast black emptiness of space. A larger glowing pinhole mark than the typical star denoted the nearby presence of a planet. The two crewmembers in the cockpit stared down at the instruments and readouts, their bored faces illuminated by the glowing touchscreens. This was a typical patrol run along the border of Terran space, and although tensions were high with the Conglomeration military, nothing exciting usually happened.
"What's that, d'ya know?" One pilot said, and gestured vaguely in the direction of the far off planet.
"Dunno." The second pilot pushed the scan button uninterestedly.
"It says…huh. Scanners gettin' fiddly again."
"Try to reboot the scanners, we're s'posed to have 'em on all the time." The first pilot began the reboot procedure.
The sensors began loading, then beeped, flashing crimson. The second pilot craned his neck forward, squinting to read the display.
"Scanner unable to…." he drifted off, suddenly feeling a knot of worry. "Hey, check the auxiliary scanners. We might be getting jammed." He held the intercom and directed orders to the crewmen in the midsection of the ship: "Hey, Carlsson, have your men hop on the guns for a sec--" he was cut off as the ship was rocked by a tooth-rattling impact. "We're being fired on! Carlsson, scan the ships and try to shoot back! Probably some cocky 'Leaguers lookin' for easy prey."
The man hurriedly swung into action along with his copilot, rerouting energy to shields and engines. The intercom crackled: "Sir, the ship reads Centuri military! Should we return fire?" The interceptor lurched again, sending errant drink cups askew.
"Centuri? What in the world? Hit 'em with a couple of disabling shots, then I'll get us out of here!" The pilots wrestled with the starship controls, trying to wheel her about. They heard the muffled thud and a subdued series of vibrations coursed through the craft as its own guns started to return fire.
"I'm hoping that was just a couple a' trigger happy greens, but either way, command'll have to hear of this!" the man barked angrily.
The heavy engines bucked and kicked in, sending the craft hurtling forward. Flashes and accompanying shudders assailed the cockpit. Gradually the signs of the blasts faded, though the deflector shields had been ravaged. Soon they had outdistanced their adversary. As they sped away, the second pilot breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was tight. Now pull up high command for me, will you? Terran command needs to hear 'bout this …."
Introduction:
The year is 2759. When the humans of Terras built the first Quantum Drive in 2316, humanity set out to colonize the stars from Terras over 500 years ago, soon coming into contact with sentient alien life. As humanity rapidly expanded it's hold over the known galaxy, they soon discovered something unlike ever seen before. Some sort of energy shield prevented matter from passing through it, and it enveloped Terras and the handful of star systems around her.
The unifying drive for exploration blunted, soon the different colonies began to break off from Terras. In 2332, the Klegon galaxy descended into full-blown civil war, with it's many factions warring with each other over supplies and territory.
Seeking to restore order, the leaders of Terras established the Terran Empire to conquer the colonies and keep them in line. For 300 years the Empire guarded the peace throughout the galaxy, maintaining order with an iron fist. Those years were a golden age unrivaled by any in human, or alien, history. It wouldn't last.
In 2659, a pact of rebellious colonists, pirates, and other outlaws, tired of struggling in vain against the Empire, formed a union known as the Nova League, a contract unifying them, forming them into a much more formidable foe. They began raiding Imperial worlds and destroying Imperial starships. With the Empire spanning so many planets, and the Imperial Navy spread so thin, the Empire could not protect all of it's holdings. Soon Terras called it's forces back toward the core worlds to protect the capitol, abandoning the colonies in the process.
Their gambit payed off, as the Nova League forces were now forced to fight on even ground with the Imperial forces. They were repulsed from their drive toward Terras, and now turned toward the now undefended colonies.
However, the outlying colonies in the Centuri quadrant, now under attack from the Nova Leage, and undefended from the onslaught, decided immediate action must be taken. In 2676, they seceded from the Empire, and formed the Centuri Conglomeration. Hurriedly arming their forces with abandoned Imperial equipment, they managed to repel the League forces and secure their worlds.
In 2745, the Nova League had been reduced to a mere shadow of it's former strength by Centuri forces, retreated back into the shadows to regroup and lick it's wounds.
The past years have been an uneasy peace, with both the Conglomeration and the Empire's forces to weak to pursue war against the other.
But now, their armies are now at full strength, their navies rebuilt, and tensions are rising between the factions. Nova League raids are becoming more frequent. Imperial harassment of their former colony is increasing. Centuri forces attempt to defend their borders and retaliate against attacks with increasingly aggressive tactics. War is looming on the horizon.
Update: Spark in the tinderbox.
8/14/59
17:55 CPSTS(Closest Planet Space Time Standard)
Terran IST-994s "Copperhead" Unit 223
The small Terran interceptor sped through the vast black emptiness of space. A larger glowing pinhole mark than the typical star denoted the nearby presence of a planet. The two crewmembers in the cockpit stared down at the instruments and readouts, their bored faces illuminated by the glowing touchscreens. This was a typical patrol run along the border of Terran space, and although tensions were high with the Conglomeration military, nothing exciting usually happened.
"What's that, d'ya know?" One pilot said, and gestured vaguely in the direction of the far off planet.
"Dunno." The second pilot pushed the scan button uninterestedly.
"It says…huh. Scanners gettin' fiddly again."
"Try to reboot the scanners, we're s'posed to have 'em on all the time." The first pilot began the reboot procedure.
The sensors began loading, then beeped, flashing crimson. The second pilot craned his neck forward, squinting to read the display.
"Scanner unable to…." he drifted off, suddenly feeling a knot of worry. "Hey, check the auxiliary scanners. We might be getting jammed." He held the intercom and directed orders to the crewmen in the midsection of the ship: "Hey, Carlsson, have your men hop on the guns for a sec--" he was cut off as the ship was rocked by a tooth-rattling impact. "We're being fired on! Carlsson, scan the ships and try to shoot back! Probably some cocky 'Leaguers lookin' for easy prey."
The man hurriedly swung into action along with his copilot, rerouting energy to shields and engines. The intercom crackled: "Sir, the ship reads Centuri military! Should we return fire?" The interceptor lurched again, sending errant drink cups askew.
"Centuri? What in the world? Hit 'em with a couple of disabling shots, then I'll get us out of here!" The pilots wrestled with the starship controls, trying to wheel her about. They heard the muffled thud and a subdued series of vibrations coursed through the craft as its own guns started to return fire.
"I'm hoping that was just a couple a' trigger happy greens, but either way, command'll have to hear of this!" the man barked angrily.
The heavy engines bucked and kicked in, sending the craft hurtling forward. Flashes and accompanying shudders assailed the cockpit. Gradually the signs of the blasts faded, though the deflector shields had been ravaged. Soon they had outdistanced their adversary. As they sped away, the second pilot breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was tight. Now pull up high command for me, will you? Terran command needs to hear 'bout this …."