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    Bozz
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    So I’m really into backstories. I’ve got this character called Xeg Proxim who I’ve used on and off since I was about 15, I think in his first iteration he was a pseudo-Roman soldier. His fundamental personality doesn’t really change from setting to setting but everything else about him does and it’s always fun to see how he’ll turn out and what choices he’ll make depending on where he is in space and time.

    I knew I wanted to use him for a fairly “hard sci-fi” Five Parsecs campaign, but knowing him like I do after 15 years of adventures and misadventures, I wanted to know how he’d find find himself on the fringes of the galaxy and, more importantly, why. So I got the basic idea of the universe in my head, put Xeg in the most likely position he’d find himself in within that universe and let the narrative unfold.

    I’ve got one more game to play in this prologue before Xeg actually finds himself at the start of the actual game, I hope you enjoy reading about his journey as much as I do and yes, I’ll be adding photos soon.

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #69569
    Bozz
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    The year is 5430. Humanity has reached the stars and colonised them, terraforming resource-rich worlds and mining asteroid belts. The Empire of Humanity claims total jurisdiction over every world it surveys and every inhabitant who dwells on them. The Emperor is far removed from his subjects, bureaucracy invades almost every aspect of life, the lack of FTL communications leave the Outer Rim Territories scrambling for resources, both human and material, while the Core Worlds are bursting at the seams from overpopulation. Rebellions, insurgencies and military mutinies are all too common, rogue Admirals from the Imperial Navy and Generals from the Imperial Army establish themselves as Warlords of mini-empires and Planetary Defence Forces, loyal first to their planet, abuse and oppress the very people they’re sworn to protect. Only the Terran Marine Corps remain stalwart and incorruptible, their elite training and loyalty to the Emperor make them soldier for soldier the most formidable fighting force in the Empire’s arsenal. The Marines are constantly sent to where the fighting is fiercest, to where the situation is most desperate and to where victory is the only conceivable option. They operate with the surgical precision of a scalpel, and the brute force of a sledgehammer!

    New Vesta, Core Worlds, 5430

    The corporate government of New Vesta faces outright rebellion. Its employees, technically everyone on the planet, have endured one pay-cut and food price increase too many and are now in open revolt! The Terran Marine Corps were sent in once the shit hit the fan to restore law and order and ensure that the Imperially Approved government remained in control of the planet. That was 7 months ago.

    The Terran Marine Corps Company known as Hayeson’s Hammers have been fighting an increasingly desperate rearguard action. Ambushes and suicidal raids as well as open battles had slowly forced the Marines to abandon the whole planet apart from Bothu, the capital city. The order to evacuate has finally come down from Imperial Command and the Marines have been tasked with holding the spaceport until all the corporate VIPs have been evacuated, only then will they be able to board the last transports and leave New Vesta to rip itself apart.

    Squad Secundus of Second Platoon drew the short straw and moved into position around the perimeter of the spaceport as the last of the Marines board the Hawk Marine transport that will take them to the orbiting space station. Sergeant Xeg Proxim and the men and women under his command must hold the line at all costs until the order to cut and run is given, then they have to run like hell for the transport!

    Their battle line is silent for once, there is none of the easy banter that usually marks the tense moments before battle is joined. Corporal Jenna Dersand and her Fireteam hold the western line while Corporal’s Avis Ales and Arthis Mason hold the east with the Sergeant among them, leading as always from the front.
    “Steady Marines”, says Xeg into the silence, “Ten more minutes and it’s our turn to board”.
    As he says this the street ahead erupts with a roar as an armed mob beyond counting thunders towards the spaceport, intents on its destruction…

    Defence of Bothu Spaceport

    Their line held, barely. Wave after wave of Rebels came pouring through the streets into the killzone in front of the spaceport, firing madly as they advanced. Their lack of training meant that all but the luckiest of shots went wide or merely pinged off the Marines’ armour. After five minutes of heavy fighting, during which Rebels dropped like flies, one of the Rebel snipers got lucky and Sgt Xeg Proxim went down with blood pouring from his head. Corporal Mason was the next to go down, a high-velocity round ripping his left leg away at the hip. Rifleman Bellee took a shot right to the head which by some miracle didn’t penetrate his armour and only briefly knocked him to the ground. Rezal wasn’t so lucky, a bullet found the weak spot in her armour at the elbow just as the order came through from Captain Hayeson to retreat. Fireteam Alpha raced around to the eastern side of the starport to the entrance, firing from the hip at the oncoming horde. Rifleman Micha Damsen takes a shot directly to the front of her helmet and her face is smashed apart. As she falls, Corporal Avis Ales is there to catch her before she hits the ground. He heaves her onto his shoulders and the two of them disappear into the starport and the awaiting dropship. As yet another wave of howling Rebels storm up the streets, Riflemen Arymo Righte, Patry Bellee and Johne Paray each gather a fallen comrade and dash for safety. Paray carries the Sergeant in through the door and right into the Hawk. Outside, Corporal Jenna Dersand comes off second best in a brutal hand to hand with a massive local and barely escapes into the building before the Rebel falls to fire from Righte and Bellee as they haul Mason and Rezal to safety. Covering her brothers and sisters in arms to the last, Rifleman Heria Coley brings up the rear, unleashing a spray of fire that keeps the mob back just long enough for her to see the last of her comrades board the dropship. Coley then sprints for the transport herself, making a leap up onto the ramp as the Hawk takes off, leaving the ruin of Bothu far behind…

    Interlude

    New Vesta is deemed Fallen by Imperial Command, a deadly virus is unleashed on the planet from orbit. It will kill every last human being and leave the planets’ infrastructure and biosphere intact, it will not be a quick death.

    Sergeant Xeg Proxim watches from the observation lounge in the sickbay of the I.N.S Justicar as New Vesta dies. Beside him, Corporal Dersand and her Fireteam stand witness, stony faced. Mason and Damsen are in the hands of the surgeons, Mason is having a cloned leg attached while Micha Damsen needs a full facial reconstruction. The rest of his squad enter, the colour finally returning to Rezal’s face after the massive blood loss she suffered during the bloody retreat. Xeg looks Paray in the eyes, “Thanks Johne”, he says quietly, “That’s two I owe you now”. Johne smiles his tight smile, “Actually Sarge, I think you’ll find that squares us up”. Xeg returns the smile and turns to Arymo, “The Lieutenant got word back from the Old Man, you’re cleared to start the Heavy Weapons Specialist course next rotation”. “Thanks Sarge”, says Right, “Gimme something to do on this bucket besides sittin on my ass between now and next deployment”. “Yeah, cos that’s all the rest of us’ll be doing”, Jane puts in sarcastically. “It’s double-shift training once we’re all out of sickbay”, Xeg confirms, “We’ll be getting our next deployment orders in the next few days, it’d be sooner if the Captain didn’t have to wait for word from the Admiral to transfer us all to the Poignant”. T.M.C.S Poignant was a Marine cruiser that served as Hayeson’s Hammers command ship, but Admiral Vequez didn’t want the Marines to leave his ship, and his jurisdiction, until he’d found someone to pin the blame for the fall of New Vesta on. It had been intelligence from the Admirals’ operatives that had assured Imperial Command that one Company of Marines would be sufficient to quell the planets’ population, when in reality a full battalion would not have sufficed. The Company had lost too many good Marines and Captain Hayeson was by all reports all too ready to “discuss” matters with the Admiral. At the mention of the Admiral Squad Secundus fell silent, each thinking thoughts that couldn’t be voiced as they looked down below on the choking world…

    Volp III, Mid-Rim, 5430

    Hayeson’s Hammers have been deployed to Volp III to combat yet another rogue Imperial Army General. General Yu has taken control of the planet, subverted the PDF and established herself as military dictator, daring the Empire to try and retake a world that has skilled technicians as its primary export. It is far too valuable to virus bomb. There is a resistance movement that is fighting a guerilla insurgency against the Generals’ forces and the Marines have been sent in to link up with them, train them and assist in any way to liberate Volp III.

    The leader of the resistance, Luisa Haeg, has been captured in a raid and must be recovered, her inspiring presence motivates all those who fight for her and she holds together the disparate factions within the organisation that might otherwise fragment into smaller, less effective movements. Marine Intelligence has learned of a cave system the PDF use as an emergency base, this is thought to be the most likely place they would keep Haeg. Captain Hayeson decides a frontal assault is too risky. Instead, he sends in Squad Secundus of Second Platoon to retrieve the leader and extract her to a waiting Hawk which will circle high above. Sergeant Xeg Proxim tells his squad to suit up for stealth, equip silencers and prepare for the mission.

    Extract the Resistance Leader

    They entered the cave system quickly and silently. Sgt Xeg Proxim had given the orders already, he and Fireteam Alpha would circle to the south, Fireteam Beta would circle to the north and Fireteam Czerka would form a defensive line near the mouth of the cave, covering their escape route and taking out guards when the opportunity presented itself. The PDF guards were sloppy, patrolling in an utterly predictable circle. It was easy for Xeg and Alpha to slip past them to the south and for Corporal Jenna Dersand to silently take one out with a headshot. Rifleman Micha Damsen held back as Cpl Ales and Rfm Paray circled north and started searching the huts for Luisa Haeg, finding only empty rooms. With Fireteam Alpha covering him, Xeg cracked open the door of a hut and peered inside. There, tied to a chair but looking unharmed, sat Luisa. He slipped into the room and was in front of Luisa before she knew he was there. “Wait!”, Luisa whispered urgently, “There’s an alarm trigger in the ropes. If you untie me, the alarm goes off!”. “I need you to be able to move”, says Proxim in a low voice, “We’ve taken out most of the guards but we still need to get out of here as quickly as possible before reinforcements arrive” “I overheard the guards saying the General Yu sent a squad of Delta Force to escort me to the capital”, Haeg said, “They could get here any minute” “Shit!”, Xeg thought hard then keyed his radio, “Marines be advised, I have found Haeg but releasing her will trigger the alarm”, he sub-vocalised, “We also have a squad of traitor Delta Force incoming. Beta, get back to the entrance double-time. Czerka, hold your position. Alpha, get ready to cover us, we’re coming out!”. He sliced through the bonds and the alarm immediately went off in a deafening cacophony of noise. Xeg and the Resistance leader dashed from the hut and right into the sights of Delta Force, the Imperial Army’s elite troops, who had arrived that very second. Arymo Righte opened fire, cutting a trooper down with his LMG. Cpl Dersand, with Heria Coley in support, also opened fire taking out one and causing another to retreat in panic. To the northern side of the cavern, Cpl Ales and Rfm Paray are boxed in by the two remaining PDF guards. Paray takes out one of them but is then shot down at point blank range by the second. Unthinking, Ales rushes to Paray, firing from the hip as he ran and completely intimidating the guard who turned and ran, Ales then shouldered his brother in arms and carried him to the cave entrance. Meanwhile, the rescue of Haeg continued. Sgt Proxim shoved Luisa behind him as he took a shot at a trooper who poked his head up from behind cover, the trooper flinched back and the duo moved further westward toward safety. Alpha were resolute in their defence, laying down a wall of fire to cover the Sgt and Haeg. A bullet smashed into Dersand’s helmet and knocked her to the ground but she got straight back up, threw off the shattered headgear and put a round neatly through the head of of the Delta trooper who’d shot her. The last remaining Delta trooper wisely broke contact and Squad Secundus fell back to the waiting Hawk, their prize in tow…

    Interlude

    “I’m sorry about your man Sergeant, but we need to move now!”, Luisa Haeg was insisting. She claimed to have knowledge of a meeting between General Yu and an Imperial Intelligence agent who wanted to turn traitor. “Rifleman Paray is in a critical condition from wounds he sustained in the operation to recover you”, Xeg answered calmly, “Until he receives medical attention I cannot redeploy my squad”. “It’s a 50km detour! He’ll arrive at the facility 20 minutes later, maximum!”, Luisa was shrill in her urgency, “If we can get to Halo Base we have a chance of taking the General out! With her gone, the regime will teeter and we can push them till they fall!”. Xeg considered the situation, a dictator for a Marine? The freedom of an entire planet or the potential death of one of his soldiers? He knew he could send it up the chain of command and let one of his superiors make the choice for him, but Marines didn’t think like that. The ranking officer on the ground had broad latitude to make command decisions, knowing that his or her superiors would back them to the hilt. Sergeant Xeg Proxim felt the full weight of command fall on his shoulders. “Pilot. Change course”…

    Halo Base, Volp III, Mid-Rim, 5430

    “There she is”, Rifleman Micha Damsen sub-vocalised into her communicator, “General Yu has entered the building”. Xeg Proxim assessed the situation, Halo Base was defended by 10 Imperial Army troopers, 10 PDF troopers and a concrete wall. General Yu and the traitor Imperial Intelligence operative were inside the administration building. Squad Secundus were one Marine short, Xeg hoped fervently that Paray made it to the medical facility on time. Micha was positioned on a nearby roof with the TMC Sniper Rifle she had exchanged her Marine Assault Rifle for on the Hawk, ready to wreak havoc on the enemy below and take out the General and the operative when they appeared. The rest of the squad got ready to assault the base. “Explosive charges planted Sergeant”, the word from Corporal Ales came through, “Ready to breach on your command”. “Ales, you will breach when Damsen takes the shot. Damsen, call it”. “Yes sir”, said Damsen, “Taking the shot”…

    Assault On Halo Base

    The shot rings out and the concrete wall explodes outward in two places. As the IA soldiers guarding the building containing the General and the II operative get splattered with the blood of their comrade and duck for cover, the Marines enter the base. There is no attempt at stealth as Proxim’s soldiers storm the base from the north and south. Righte unleashes a hail of fire from his LMG, taking out a handful of PDF and drawing the fire of many more until their return fire finally knocks him to the ground, his armour locking up as the bullets hit a vital point. Proxim moves steadily towards the target building, squeezing off shots as targets present themselves. He and Alpha assault the IA lines just as General Yu and the operative emerge. Upon hearing the explosion, General Yu started to don the Powered Combat Armour she had brought along as insurance, now she and the operative started to sprint for the gates and outside to safety. “Bring them down!”, Xeg snapped into his communicator, “Alive if possible but do it now!”. Yu strode forward, bullets pinging off her armour as the operative shadowed her closely. Heria Coley drew a bead on the operative and put a bullet in his back just as a shot rang out from across the street and the General went down hard. Almost as one, the PDF who remained threw their hands up in surrender. The IA soon followed once Damsen had thinned their ranks a little more. Dersand checked the targets, “General Yu is very much alive sir”, she said, “The operative, not so much”. “Never mind”, Xeg replied tiredly, “I’m sure the hangman will be happy enough with a General. Is Righte still with us?” “Yes sir”, came Righte’s voice, “Fucking armour locked up on me Sarge, I’m fine”. “Good to hear it. Ok, Czerka’s on guard duty, Beta’s on perimeter watch and Alpha’s going to search the base for anything useful while I get on to command. Good work Marines”…

    Interlude

    The General’s mini-empire quickly crumbled to dust. Yu, it turned out, was ill-prepared for being a prisoner of war and with only a little “persuasion” was all too keen to spill all the knowledge she had. Base after base fell, cities and whole regions were retaken and soon there was only one stronghold left, Landing City. Civilian presence was minimal and the infrastructure replaceable, Captain Hayeson petitioned for an orbital bombardment of the city, after which the Marines would mop up. This was denied. The newly appointed Imperial Governor had arrived in orbit and was vehemently opposed to the “Pointless destruction of my capital city! Send the Marines in to do it”. The Governor wouldn’t budge, even when the projected Marine casualties were put in front of him. “It’s what they’re paid for”, he said dismissively. And so, seething with rage, Captain Hayeson deployed his platoons and squads to key parts of the city and prepared for the carnage ahead…

    Squad Secundus were silent. Not due to the needs of stealth, purely because they had nothing left to say. They all knew they were being fed into the meat grinder, that their lives had been deemed less important than the ugly buildings they crept amongst. Somewhere in this area were the last of the Imperial Army Delta Force and Xeg Proxim had been tasked with taking them out. He knew they’d be wearing PCA, that they’d be pissed and that they had nothing to lose. Xeg knew, they all knew, that not all of Squad Secundus, Second Platoon, Hayeson’s Hammers would make it out of this one alive. There was movement up head, the rumble of PCA on the move. “Beta north, Czerka south, Alpha centre on me. This is it Marines, if we have to sell our lives then let’s fucking sell em for what they’re worth!”…

    The Battle of Landing City

    As expected, all hell breaks loose. The Marines throw themselves forward into cover and start to rain fire on Delta Force, largely ineffectually. Fireteam Czerka target an armoured trooper who is making his inexorable way towards them, ignoring the ping of small arms fire bouncing off the PCA. The Delta trooper fires his shoulder-mounted rocket launcher at Czerka, the smoke clears and Rifleman Jane Rezal lies dead, blown apart with no hope of salvation. Corporal Mason stares in shock, he and Bellee are clearly shellshocked and can do nothing but gaze stupidly at the remains of their comrade. Rifleman Arymo Righte gave a deep bellow of rage and charged ahead, his LMG spitting death. One armoured trooper fell to his wrath, another turned and ran back to cover, yet another fell backward and held up his hands for mercy. Righte did not oblige him. His armoured foot came down on the Delta troopers head and crushed it, helmet and all. Fireteam Alpha had their advance halted by another Delta trooper, the bastards just kept coming! He opened fire with both his rocket launcher and wrist-mounted autogun which left Heria Coley and Jenna Dersand on the deck. As Righte swung around to cover the rest of his Fireteam, the trooper he’d chased away came charging around the corner at full combat speed. Arymo Righte doesn’t have time to bring his LMG to bear on the Delta trooper before he’s ripped apart by autogun fire, his lifeless body hits the ground with a dull thud. Xeg Proxim is maddened by the carnage but he channels his rage into efficiency, as he was trained to do. Xeg and Fireteam Beta methodically take down trooper after trooper, Micha Damsen putting round after high-calibre round into the weak points in the PCA of Delta Force. An autogun round smashes into Sgt Proxim just below his collarbone but he barely feels it, an icy calm keeps him firing until Corporal Avis Ales puts down the final trooper. It is over. They have won, but they have paid a high price for victory…

    Interlude

    A Marine Company comprises 3 Platoons of Terran Marines. Each Platoon is made up of 3 Squads and a Support element. Each Squad is made up of 3 Fireteams. Each Fireteam is made up of 3 Marines. Together, they add up to a Company of 54 Riflemen, 27 Corporals, 9 Lieutenants and a Captain. About 100 fighting men and women including Support elements. 32 of Hayeson’s Hammers were still alive at battles end, the rest had perished in a pointless attack on a tactically unimportant location. Captain Hayeson was among the survivors, his post battle meeting with the Imperial Governor was broadcast on all Marine channels so his remaining brothers and sisters could hear him face down the Governor and the representatives of Imperial Command. Captain Hayeson shook with rage as he related the details of the battle and its aftermath to the impassive Governor. Once Hayeson had finished talking, the Governor smiled a beautific smile at him and said “Admiral Vequez sends his regards”. Hayeson stared at him for a long moment, then spun on his heel and left the briefing room with the Governors’ snide chuckles following him…

    “He’s gone Sarge”, Ales said to Xeg, “There’s no other option”. Xeg sighed, feeling more tired than he’d felt in his life. Corporal Avis Ales was right, Corporal Arthis Mason was beyond saving. Watching Rezal get blown apart was more than Mason’s mind could take, there was no option for him but Medical Discharge, in the Corps this meant being treated in comfort on Hell, the Marine training world, surrounded by his own people. The Terran Marine Corps took care of its own. Xeg had just presided over the memorial services of Arymo Righte and Jane Rezal, and he was utterly spent. They hadn’t needed to die. The only thing he had to be grateful for was that Jenna Dersand was expected to make a full recovery, pending a new arm and some replacement organs. Just then every screen flicked on, showing the exchange between Captain Hayeson and the Governor. At the mention of Admiral Vequez, every Marine still alive and able unslung their rifles and made ready. They had been betrayed. Betrayed by the Empire they served and protected, had bled for, lost comrades for, suffered for. The line had been crossed. Hayeson’s voice sounded over the Marine communications network, “Briefing suite 6, C deck, 5 minutes”…

    “He will hang and I will do the hanging”, Captain Hayeson said, his voice trembling with barely controlled rage. “We have 20 Combat Effectives, more than enough to deal with the shitheels who call themselves soldiers on this tub. We enter Officer Country, take the bridge, secure Governor Handok and hang the fucker from the nearest bulkhead. Any questions?” “Exit strategy?”, asked Lieutenant Doka of First Platoon. “Depends”, the Captain answered, “Does anyone think we can do this and remain in the employ of the Empire?”, silence greeted his words, “Does anyone want to stay behind?”, more silence, “Then our exit strategy is to exchange this ship for the Poignant, run for the Phase Limit and head out to the Outer Rim. I don’t see the crew of this ship being too excited about stopping us somehow”. No one objected. “Right. Two teams of ten, myself and what remains of Sergeant Proxim’s Squad will go fetch the Governor while the rest of you, under Lieutenant Doka, secure the bridge. Hard and fast Marines! This one’s for our fallen comrades, for our brothers and sisters whose lives were wasted for the petty revenge of a petty man”…

    The Hanging of Governor Handok

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    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #69584
    kyoteblue
    kyoteblue
    Participant

    Very cool !!

    #69603
    Mike
    Mike
    Keymaster

    Crikey, best put a brew on, will settle down for a read!

    #69710

    greg954
    Participant

    That’s some write up. I do like to read a bit of fluff me.

    Will read over the weekend.

    #69761

    Alexander Wasberg
    Participant

    That’s quite something, and you are just getting started 🙂

    Looking forward to Xeg’s adventures on the fringe!

    #70985
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    The Hanging of Governor Handok

    His Squad wasn’t the same, the slaughter on Volp III and the Governor Handok’s treachery had changed what remained of Squad Secundus irrevocably. Corporal Jenna Dersand and Rifleman Heria Coley of Fireteam Alpha were both recovered from their wounds enough to attend the memorial service of their fallen Alpha teammate as well as Jane Rezal’s. The grim determination on their faces in the briefing room told Xeg that it’s be useless to order them back to sickbay. Fireteam Beta stood ready, Corporal Avis Ales looked calm and Rifleman Johne Paray looked uneasy but Micha Damsen looked like a figure carved from ice! There was nothing in the deep electric blue of her eyes that suggested anything of pity or remorse was left in her heart. Fireteam Czerka were conspicuous only by their absence, Rifleman Bellee was still suffering from shellshock and Corporal Mason was completely incapacitated, both were currently under heavy sedation in sick bay. Jane Rezal, of course, would never accompany Squad Secundus into battle, or anywhere else for that matter, again. The remains of the Company, led by Captain Hayeson, marched into Officer Country, rifles at the ready. The soldiers guarding the hatch stepped out to block their path, the Marines swatted them aside like flies and kept going, Lieutenant Doka’s squad peeled off to secure the bridge. The entrance to Governor Handok’s briefing suite was guarded by two members of Delta Force who had been personally attached as Handok’s bodyguard for some time. They raised their rifles to fire but had sensed danger too late, Xeg and Micha both put a round in one while Jenna and Avis felled the other. Captain Hayeson didn’t break stride and burst through the hatch with his pistol drawn. Governor Handok and the representatives of Imperial Command looked up in shock at the seven angry Marines who had levelled their weapons at them. “What is the meaning of this!?”, Handok spluttered, “Governor Handok”, Captain Hayeson cut across him, “For your treachery that has led to the near annihilation of my Company, for the men and women who faithfully served the Empire only to have their lives wasted, in their names I condemn you to death by hanging”. The colour drained from Handok’s face, “You haven’t got the authority!”. The Marines ignored him as they secured his hands behind his back and marched him, and the Imperial Command representatives, to the bridge. “Did they give you any trouble lieutenant?”, Hayeson asked, “No sir”, Doka replied, “The ship is ours”, “Excellent work”. Hayeson addressed the captain of the ship, “Captain, please be so good as to open a channel so all hands hear what happens. Also, please have visual recording active as well. Rest assured that my men and I intend no harm to you or your crew”, “Yes sir”, the captain replied and motioned to one of his bridge crew who pressed a few buttons on a terminal, “It is done”. Captain Hayeson turned to address the entire bridge, “Crew members, Marines, members of Imperial Command and all others who can hear my voice, heed me well. I am Captain Amel Hayeson of Marine Company Hayeson’s Hammers, Terran Marine Corps. My Company and I have fought battles on worlds all over the Empire in the Emperors’ name. We have experienced victory and defeat on more occasions than I care to list. We have lost good soldiers, brothers and sisters. We have done this because we have all sworn an oath to protect the Empire and its citizens and to uphold the edicts of its masters and of the Emperor himself. Today, that trust was betrayed. Governor Handok, either on the orders of Admiral Vequez or at his suggestion, deliberately deployed my Company into a battle situation that could easily have been made less costly by an initial orbital bombardment, he did this even after being shown the projected Marine casualties. Following my oath, I obeyed his orders and won the battle, losing two thirds of my Company to do so. At battles end, I went to the Governor to demand an explanation. Governor Handok’s response was, and I quote, “Admiral Vequez sends his regards””. The bridge was deathly quiet. “Sergeant Proxim”, Hayeson said, “Prepare the Governor”. Xeg accepted a length of cord from one of the Marines and looped it through a ring in one of the girders that formed the bridges ceiling before tying an end into a noose and slipping it over Handok’s head. The Governor was torn between mortal rage and fear, “You cannot do this!”, he was almost apoplectic, “I am an Imperial Governor!”. “You are a traitor to the Empire!”, Hayeson said savagely, “For your crimes and in front of these witnesses, I, Captain Amel Hayeson of the Terran Marine Corps, sentence you to hang from the neck until you are dead. May whatever gods you believe in have mercy on your soul”. Hayeson nodded to Xeg who pulled the cord tight and continued to pull, lifting Handok off the ground. Governor Handok went red, then purple, twitched his legs a few times, then died…

    Interlude

    The ship exchange went smoothly, no one was foolish to argue with Captain Hayeson while Governor Handok hung dead from the centre of the bridge. All Marine personnel, including those in sick bay, were transferred to the T.M.C Poignant which then made best speed for the Phase Limit and upon reaching it engaged the Svensen Drive and headed to the Outer-Rim…

    T.M.C Poignant, Phase Space, 5430

    Xeg Proxim had some choices to make. Hayeson’s Hammers were officially disbanding, its members would break off into smaller groups and be scattered amongst the Outer-Rim Territories to pursue their own destinies. The Captain and his remaining Lieutenants and Sergeants had met to discuss this and all agreed it was the best course of action. A large group would draw attention to itself and have a difficult time integrating into a new world and the Empire would be looking for them all, no one was fool enough to believe the Empire would let the hanging of Governor Handok slide, even if it was justified. Besides, Vequez still had influence and powerful friends and would undoubtedly be looking for revenge. No, a large group would never be safe, even a full Squad would be too large to go unnoticed, except maybe as a mercenary group. Two or three Marines, a Fireteam, would be much harder to find, especially spread out over multiple settlements and multiple planets. Captain Hayeson would go to Potaya with the Marines needed ongoing care and see that they got the best treatment possible, the planet was one of the oldest settled Outer-Rim planets and was the most likely to have anything approaching modern medical facilities. On the way the Poignant would stop at several planets and Hayeson’s Hammers would disperse among them. The choices Xeg had to make were who to team up with and where to go. Jenna Dersand was an easy choice, they’d served together for years and were able to rely on one another completely. The question of who, if anyone, to take as a third was more difficult. Heria Coley already worked well with Jenna, being her immediate subordinate in Fireteam Alpha. Cpl Avis Ales would also be suitable but Xeg had only served with him a short while and didn’t know what Avis himself was considering. Johne Paray had indicated a desire to “settle down”, he had not been at all himself since the battle of Landing City and Xeg was worried about him. Not as worried as he was about Micha Damsen though. The woman was icy to the point of catatonic. Her eyes had flashed with pleasure when the hanging Handok had started twitching but other than that she had shown no emotion at all, answering questions but offering no other communication. She had spent the entire voyage in the Squad quarters or the mess hall, eating, sleeping and cleaning her sniper rifle millimetre by millimetre. Xeg wasn’t sure how to help her, but he was sure he didn’t want to rely upon her in the civilian world. Mason and Bellee were going with the Captain to Potaya of course…

    As it transpired, the choice was made for him. Xeg gathered what remained of Squad Secundus so they could decide their future. “You’ve all had some time to think it over”, Xeg said, “We’re only a day away from Amhotep, our first stop. So, what are we all thinking?”. Silence for a moment, then Ales spoke up, “I’ll be teaming up with Micha”, Damsen gave Avis a look that spoke volumes, “It’s not negotiable”, Ales said firmly, “I don’t know exactly what’s happened to you but I’m not going to let you go off and get yourself killed!”, Avis held Micha’s eyes until she shrugged and looked away. He then turned back to Xeg, “Doesn’t much matter which world Sarge, drop us off on Amhotep if you want” “Thanks Avis”, Xeg said, “What about you, Johne?”. Paray opened his mouth to speak but Heria cut across him, Johne and I want to go to an agri-world”, she said, surprising everyone, including Johne, “We have the skills to make ourselves useful until we can afford a farm of our own”, she gave Paray a challenging look, “Well? This is what you want, isn’t it?”, Johne opened and shut his mouth a few times before softly replying “Yes”. “Good”, Heria said briskly, “I think Liefson II will be suitable Sergeant”, “I’ll make it happen”, Xeg assured her with an amused look on his face, “With Arthis and Patry heading to Potaya, that just leaves you, Jenna”. Jenna Dersand gave Xeg Proxim a withering look, “Sir”, she said in a voice that matched the look, “Are you being deliberately stupid or do you actually need to ask?”, “I just didn’t want to assume”, Xeg said placatingly. Jenna shook her head in wry amusement but said nothing. “That’s that then”, Xeg addressed his Squad, “Stay out of trouble and look after each other. It’s been my honour serving with you all”…

    Hueva Settlement, Roanoke, Outer-Rim, 5431

    And so it was that two weeks later Xeg Proxim and Jenna Dersand found themselves in the dusty spaceport of a dusty settlement on the dusty world of Roanoke, their armour and few belongings slung over their shoulders with their rifles, contemplating the days ahead while they looked up to see the T.M.C Poignant breaking atmo and heading back out to the stars…

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #70987
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    A defining characteristic of humanity is its tendency towards homo-centricity or, to put it another way, humanity sees itself as the absolute centre of the universe, the pinnacle of evolution, top of the food chain. It is for this reason that the Empire of Humanity defines its frontier as the Outer-Rim Territories. You see, the Outer-Rim Territories do not lie at the outer rim of the galaxy, they merely define the current limit of the Empire. 2000 years ago what we now call the Mid-Rim was the Outer-Rim and 1000 years before that any planet beyond the Sol system was considered a primitive backwater. The drive towards empire kept pushing back the borders of humanity and it shows no signs of letting up. Star system by star system, humanity creeps ever further from its ancestral home.

    Naturally, this eventually led to contact with other sentient species. It also led to the discovery that the drive towards empire was largely a human conceit. This isn’t to say that other races didn’t have domains of their own that spanned multiple planets and star systems, they did and do and are understandably protective of them. It does mean, however, that most of the alien civilisations humanity have encountered have been eager to broker treaties of mutual peace and prosperity rather than fighting over resources. There are, of course, species who are an exception to this rule…

    The Outer-Rim Territories are in fact the most cosmopolitan region of the Empire purely because it is the only region that tolerates the presence of aliens. This is largely due to the wheels of the Empires’ bureaucracy being so slow and massive that the region is largely self-governing, with most planets having no more than a garrison of Imperial Army troops, an outpost of the Imperial Tax Office and maybe a few Imperial Intelligence operatives. Few planets in the Outer-Rim are administered by an Imperial Governor yet, though the number is slowly growing. So humans on the 1000 or so planets that make up the Outer-Rim Territories rub shoulders with all kinds of other sentients from the graceful Eloi to the bird-like Agila and life continues. Every now and then an Imperial Army detachment will land, supported by the Imperial Navy, and deport all non-humans before either moving on or, more likely, being forgotten by the bureaucrats, abandoned by the Imperial Navy and stranded on the planet which becomes their new home. The non-humans usually shrug and take a three month holiday before returning and picking up right where they left off. This cycle continues until an Imperial Governor is finally installed, in which case the aliens usually shrug again and move on to the next planet where the process will repeat itself.

    The system of government changes from planet to planet in the Outer-Rim. Any and all systems one could think of, both efficient and ridiculous, have existed in some form or another at some time. The level and distribution of technology is likewise different from place to place, though very few systems can yet boast the the technological level of the Mid-Rim and none can match even the most low-tech Core world.

    A final note on the Outer-Rim Territories, there is often an unspoken agreement that a person’s history in the Empire is best left forgotten, though bounty hunters, Imperial Intelligence agents and Tax Enforcers often disagree, and a person who prefers staying one step ahead of the authorities can find plenty of opportunities to do so here…

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #70988
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    The Eloi
    The Eloi are an ancient race of elf-like humanoids. Once they dominated the Galaxy but are currently a dying race. After an event they refer to as the Fall, the Eloi lost their worlds and are essentially a refugee population, the scattered remains of their former strength and power. Even in such straits, however, they are still a powerful force in the galaxy. Superficially, the Eloi appear very similar to humans, though they are generally taller and slimmer, with sharp features and pointed ears. They are long-lived by human standards and most will live more than a thousand years unless they die from accident or disease. Eloi also have much faster metabolic rates than humans and their cardiac and neurological systems are more advanced. These traits manifest in their vastly heightened reactions and agility compared to humans. As a race they have a high level of psychic ability, which serves as the foundation of their technology.

    The Agila
    A Bird-like race who were able to colonize planets all over the galaxy using a complex series of planet-based portals. They are the only known race to occupy more than a single planet without the use of space craft. The Stygian emerged without warning from their portals after thousands of years of use and began a wholesale slaughter of any Agilan they encountered. Before all of the Agilan worlds were consumed, the Agilan Chiefs decided to destroy the rest of their portals, which stranded the remaining Agilans on their own worlds, each separated by vast cosmic distances.

    The Tzacol
    The Tzacol (Tah-Coal) are believed to the be the oldest race in the galaxy, occupying a vast number of worlds around the galactic core. While Tzacol ruins and artefacts can be found throughout known space, it is believed that this now reclusive reptilian race has opted for an existence of peace and inward development within their incredibly well defended region of space. Tzacol technology far exceeds that of any other known race, seeming almost “magical” in function and affect. Those who dare encroach upon the Tzacol domain are quickly eradicated by the awesome might of the Tzacol war-castes.

    The Gashers
    Gashers, as they are called by Terran forces, are fearsome aliens that appear randomly and hunt in packs. Gashers are quadrupedal but their rear legs are extremely powerful, allowing these creatures to move at blinding speed over the most difficult ground. The forelimbs of the Gasher feature razor-sharp blades and hooks which make short work of lightly armoured troops once they close the distance to their intended targets. These creatures feature elongated heads, which are packed with highly evolved sensory organs which they use to hunt their quarry with supernatural efficiency. Some people think the Gashers are controlled telepathically, others even attempt to keep them as pets, but no one really understands how or why they appear on certain planets.

    The Kikai
    The Kikai are not technically a sentient species. Rather, they are a race of androids who were constructed by an as yet unknown species an indeterminable amount of time ago. They are thought to number only in the hundreds of thousands and encountering one is a rarity. The Kikai all share the same basic body template but vary widely in their level of sentience and obedience. Some Kikai are fully self aware beings, capable of anything any other sentient being can do while others are empty shells that can have almost any program uploaded into the CPU. Most Kikai fall somewhere between these two extremes and are highly prized commodities as soldiers, servants or bodyguards. No sentient Kikai can be reprogrammed and they tend to take such attempts badly.

    The Kasar
    The Kasar are a green-skinned race of humanoids who are spread all across the Milky Way Galaxy. They are seen as savage, warlike, and crude, but they are the most successful species in the whole galaxy, outnumbering possibly every other intelligent race, even Humanity. Belying their outward appearance, the Kasar actually possess a comparable intelligence to most humans, as well as the creative spark that creates art and science. They tend to be loyal companions and relentless enemies.

    The Stygian
    A race of incredibly vile and cruel shadow-like humanoids which originate in another dimension once used by the Agila for long-distance travel. They seem to absorb light, rather than reflect it, making them appear as black silhouettes of their true forms in our dimension – except for their eyes, which burn with a stark white light that appears to “smoke”. The Stygian are stranded in our own dimension, thanks to the destroyed portals located on the lost Agilan home worlds.

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #70989
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    Oh, and just in case it needs to be said, my universe is a mix of ideas not all of which came solely from me. My aliens are largely based and/or adapted from existing archetypes, although I’m pretty the Kikai are purely a product of my imagination. Anyone and everyone whose ideas have influenced mine is a champion!

    • This reply was modified 3 months, 1 week ago by Bozz Bozz. Reason: spelling

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #71049
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    Hueva Settlement, Roanoke, Outer-Rim, 5431

    And so it was that two weeks later Xeg Proxim and Jenna Dersand found themselves in the dusty spaceport of a dusty settlement on the dusty world of Roanoke, their armour and few belongings slung over their shoulders with their rifles, contemplating the days ahead while they looked up to see the T.M.C Poignant breaking atmo and heading back out to the stars…

    A short while later they had found basic, and reasonably secure, accommodations and promptly had their first argument. It was largely an extension of their own form of banter, more a disagreement than an actual argument. Xeg and Jenna had started by discussing how they wanted to earn their living in this new life, they tossed about a few options like local law enforcement or close protection, but nothing really stood out. They knew they had to fly under the radar when it came to being noticed by the Empire, but the records aboard the Poignant had shown that the only Imperial presence on Roanoke was a small Imperial Army garrison attached to the Imperial Tax Office in Roanoke City, half a continent away from Hueva Settlement, so avoiding official notice shouldn’t be too much of a challenge provided they didn’t do anything loud enough to attract it. They decided to find what they could and see what came their way, figuring that they couldn’t be too picky. This is where the argument started. Xeg wanted to go to the local tavern and try to make a few contacts that might be able to rustle up some work, Jenna thought it’d be better to recruit an extra pair of hands and bring their collective strength up to a full Fireteam. As they argued back and forth about this, they made their way through Hueva’s dusty streets and entered a tavern with a sign saying “Jayne’s” over the door. The interior was dark and smelled strongly of the local ‘shine, Xeg and Jenna made their way to the bar and ordered drinks. The bartender looked friendly enough and Xeg asked him if he knew who to talk to about finding some work, “What kinda work?”, enquired the bartender, “Anything really”, Xeg replied taking long sip from his drink, “Anything huh?”, the bartender said, looking thoughtful, “Might be I know someone who’d be interested in meeting you. Whaddya say your name was?” “Xeg Proxim”, “A pleasure to meet you Mr Proxim. My name’s Jayne and this here is my establishment”. They shook hands and Xeg said, “Please, call me Xeg. And this is…”, he turned to introduce Jenna but she was no longer there. He saw her in a corner of the room chatting to a table of people who looked and sounded well on their way to being merrily drunk. “As I said, that over there is my friend Jenna. I’ll introduce you properly later” “Of course”, Jayne smiled, “Tell you what, come back in around 2pm tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do about finding you some work”, “Thanks, I appreciate it”, replied Xeg, taking his drink and sitting at an empty table. Before long, Jenna came to sit with him accompanied by one of the men from across the room. “Sir”, she said, “This is Harren, seems he’s looking to join a crew”, “That right?”, said Xeg, looking at the newcomer, “That’s right”, Harren answered, “The name’s Harren Dar and if you’ve got the work…” “I might have a few things coming up”, Xeg said, “Can you handle yourself in a fight?”, Harren grinned, “I can make a fine account of myself, yes sir. I’ve run with a few crews in the past who got into the occasional scrape”. Xeg and Jenna shared a look, Jenna nodded and Xeg turned back to Harren, “Tell you what, if you’re willing to work for a cut of any profit and not a wage, and if you’re willing to follow my orders, then we’d be glad to have you on board”, Harren turned it over in his mind, “Ten percent?”, he asked, “and regular work?” “Ten percent seems fair and as for the work, it’ll be as regular as I can make it”, Xeg said, holding out his hand. Harren took it and they shook to seal the deal. The three of them then sat down together and shared a few drinks before heading out into the darkening twilight and back to the lodgings. Harren, it transpired, was lodged nearby and had only recently come the the settlement himself. As they walked along they suddenly heard a shout of alarm and surprise as well as harsh laughter. As if by reflex, Jenna and Xeg unslung their rifles and moved silently and efficiently toward the sounds. After a seconds hesitation, Harren followed, readying his own locally made rifle.

    The Rescue of Caerdras

    The trio came to a street where two men had ambushed an Eloi with a neural net that had constricted the Eloi’s muscles, preventing his escape. “Raiders!”, snarled Harren Dar, “They snatch people and sell them into slavery” “Slavery has been outlawed in the Empire for millennia!”, Jenna said, “Not in the Outer-Rim apparently”, Xeg said grimly, “Harren, you’ll circle to the east and lay down some fire on those bastards, I’ll circle west and do the same while Jenna goes for the alien. Understood?” Jenna and Harren answered in the affirmative and they all started to move. Xeg ran to a hut and took aim at one of the raiders, taking him out with a headshot. The other raider dropped to the ground as Harren fired on him from cover and returned fire while Jenna sprinted to the struggling Eloi and disengaged the neural net. The Eloi was twitching uncontrollably so Jenna lifted him in a fireman’s carry and made her way back to safety. Meanwhile, Xeg was circling around to take the second raider on the flank. The raider saw him coming and panicked, scrambling backwards and right into the sights of Harren who shot him down, ending the battle…

    As the trio made their way from the site of the firefight, Jenna carrying the still unconscious Eloi while Xeg and Harren remained on guard, a man stepped out from the shadows, “I saw what you did back there”, the man said, “You did, did you?”, Xeg replied quietly, his eyes assessing the man, looking for an opening. The man held up his hands to indicate peace, “Yes, I did. There aren’t many round here who’d intervene like that for an alien, not enough anyways”, he held out his hand for Xeg to shake, “The name’s Thom. I’m between crews at the moment and if you’re hiring I’d like to offer you my services, such as they are”. Xeg took Thom’s hand and shook it, “We’d be glad to have you on board Thom, as long as you’re willing to follow orders. We can work out the details later. For now you could give Jenna a hand carrying the Eloi”. Thom and Jenna took an arm each and the group made their way back to the lodge.

    The Eloi’s name was Caerdras and he was mightily pissed. For all of their natural grace and speed, the Eloi could be caught off guard just like anyone else and boy did they hate it! Caerdras, it turned out, was in Hueva following up a lead on a former employer who had failed to pay up for a completed job. “I’m what’s called a ‘Troubleshooter’”, he said in a silky voice, “I find things that need finding and fix things that need fixing” “That’s clear enough”, Jenna murmured. Caerdras flashed her a quick grin, “It’s a line of work that comes naturally to me. So I was hired by a man in Roanoke City some weeks ago to recover an asset of his which had been ‘misplaced’. My payment for this was to be… substantial. However, upon completion of the task I instead met with a group of the mans thugs who did what thugs usually do. Since then I have been tracking my former employer so that I may be… recompensed for my efforts”. Xeg and Jenna exchanged a glance, they could read between the lines perfectly fine. Xeg raised an eyebrow and Jenna gave a slight nod. “Maybe we can help each other here”, Xeg said to Caerdras, “We could use someone with your, shall we say, particular skillset, and I think this evenings fracas has shown that maybe some people to cover your back wouldn’t be a bad thing” “That has also occurred to me”, The Eloi said with a smile, “I think joining forces would be a clever move”. “Alright then”, Xeg returned his smile, “Welcome aboard”…

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #71062
    Mike
    Mike
    Keymaster

    Hi.

    Sorry to be a pain.

    I have only just noticed this topic is duplicated in two forums.

    Rather not have two identical topics so I will delete one.

    Which would you rather keep sir?

     

    #71067
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    Sorry, didn’t realise this would be a problem. I’ve only got it in Ivan’s section to highlight his game system and I did make a note of why it was duplicated in the intro over there. You’ve only just noticed it because I only did it yesterday 🙂

    As to which one to keep, I’ll hold onto this one and let people on the NWG forum know where to find it 🙂

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #71097
    Mike
    Mike
    Keymaster

    Sorry, didn’t realise this would be a problem.

    No worries, it is not stated anywhere NOT to do it, but it can get crowded, as well as confusing as to which one to read and things and stuff…

    #71099
    Bozz
    Bozz
    Participant

    Not a problem mate 🙂

    And by the way, the tavern might ring a bell for you… Terrain order coming up in the not too distant future 😉

    "You will NOT call me sir! I actually WORK for a living"
    - Every drill-sergeant ever

    #71157

    Alexander Wasberg
    Participant

    Quite the adventure the have, I hope you keep sharing it with us!

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