AU note: This is experimental.
The Union
Humanity was alone, space was a no man's land, the most frightening and deadly obstacle that we have ever faced, not even our own warmongering, greedy, and hypocritical race could compare.
Not that it stopped us in the end, every single sapient being with half a brain knew the drill, of course that's what we thought, turned out it was much different 400 years later.
Colonization, expansion, experimentation, all of that, every month, sped up, of course that took quite a toll on some members, not that it mattered in the end, oh how cruel and unforgiving, pah!
Weaklings, all of them, not seeing much from the bigger picture, well that changed as well, how, like the Spartan's did to their slaves back then, a secret police, SPC as they were called, of course it took quite some time to weed out the lawn, The Trifarix though didn't oppose it, it was good for all, no matter how inhumane it was, unity had a price.
Everyone knew, ever since earth and its nations threw the first nuclear bombs, everyone knew, a stable society cannot be maintained if one made another path, no speech, no piece of paper, no threat could unite it and spring a happy peaceful society, the only thing that could change it, was if it was from the inside.
Perspectives still differ, but at least now Humanity had a goal, survival, like back then, only this time on a galactic scale, quite the achievement, the ways to acquiring it were brutal but efficient, like the way it should be.
And it payed off after our very first contact, didn't quite read on em after the whole ordeal, green skin, lizard like, but not terminator kill every single life, nothing like that, quite a shock really.
Didn't stop us from being cautious though, which was great in the long run.
And oh, the rewards, the sweet tech that we got out of em, that and a precursor structure, a mega structure, though today it would be classified as a mid-value structure, still important society and tech wise, meh still worth the trouble when we subjugated them.
Though of course not worth the trouble when they started creating a pathogen that would kill us, wipe us out of reality, our response?
Tax collection
- Joe Dillan, Admiral of the 21st Battlefleet, stationed and patrolling on Green Land, A.K.A the home system to the species known and dubbed by the youth of today as the Geckos.
Union Space – Section 9
The Normandy
Space was as silent as ever, reminding him of how insignificant he, or any other species for that matter of how miniscule their existence was.
Not that it mattered, nor did The Union particularly care, and now here he was, Admiral Hackett, commander of the newly constructed and finished 22nd Battlefleet.
A.K.A, The Pathfinder Fleet, and soon to be named, The Conquerors Wave, of course that's if they find something worthy of conquest.
It was improbable, for most, finding an entirely new galaxy, and reaching it, well that's another question he wouldn't want to ask, but that question was from the past, as somehow, someway the big brains in the scientific division cracked the code.
And now his Battlefleet was going to open the case, sure eighteen sections of space were fine, with at least eleven subjugated species, soon to be twelve if the rumors on the eastern front were true, but it wasn't enough, not by a long shot.
And it won't be enough for The Union of course, The Galactic community knew of it, and for that they simple stated of our logic to be as simple as, enough was, and never will be enough.
More enemies, more competition, more tech, advancements in everything, simply for The Union to be prepared, for what Hackett didn't know, but he'd rather be damn well hunkered down with whatever weapon's TAC had conjured up, than walking through a dark corridor filled with who knows what the galaxy made.
"89 percent of the preparations are done sir, and the talkers are here" Said one of his crew, busy scanning through the information on his monitor, dryly mentioning the ambassadors whom were assigned to this specific stealth frigate, Hackett's people, well known for their nickname calling, simply called them "Talkers".
Hackett wasn't bothered by their behaviors, mostly the opposite to be honest, it was simple, easy to understand, and it stood out, just like everything else in The Union, it was simple and straight, unlike those egoistic pricks in The Confederate.
"Tell their escorts to get them to bunker up, once the final checks are finished, we jump" Hackett replied, not wanting to dwell on too much on the memories in his time on one of the Galactic Council meetings, so many politicians in one place, god it was such a headache.
Talking about this and that, a lot of false promises, and a lot of smiles, just awfully readable smiles, though he'd give credit to the guards though, it took quite a bit of will power to even stand a proceeding, heck 3 hours of it all, just nothing but talking and talking, and in the end, no bite, no actions.
Good thing he politely denied that council seat The Trifarix offered him, no wonder why the minister of relations was so damn tired all day.
"Preparations at 92 percent completion, so uuh, sir? Permission to ask a question?" The same crewmember said, slightly tilting his head away from the console.
"Ask ahead joker" Hackett answered, his augmented eyes skipping through files and reports.
"You think there any hot aliens once we breach out there?"
That question made the crew pause, though only for a moment before some continued their work, chuckling lightly as they did so.
Even Hackett, as stoic and stern as ever, gave out a chuckle, a genuine smile of amusement now on his face.
"Who knows? Maybe, maybe not, and maybe you might get a chance at getting on with one" And with a final hearty laugh from the crew, they proceeded to return to their work, chuckling here and their albeit now more focused on their tasks at hand.
Destiny was awaiting, and whether or not they seize its hand and make it theirs, lies in the hands of the 22nd Battlefleet's performance, in Hackett and his captains, and he would be damn sure that they will succeed.
Migrant Fleet
Relay 314
Captain Vexxu'Herato was not much in the mood for celebration, 16 frigates, gone just for the purpose of giving the Migrant fleet time, enough time and maybe even more, just to activate the 314 relay, it was stupid and suicidal, but they didn't have a choice.
Whether her people die in their scrap heap of ships, or in the hands of those damned metal heads element zero cannons, the citadel as hypocritic and egoistic as ever, denied their request for aid, like always.
"Mam, is this really a good idea?" Said one of her crew, his uncertainty and concern heard throughout the bridge.
"And what would you propose we do? Beg those bosh'tets in the council, again?" She bit back with spite filled words.
"But if we activate the relay, we would be hunted by the turians" The quarrian argued, and from what she discerned he was a rookie.
"And would starving to death in a ship that can literally break any minute be any better?" And with that, the uncertain quarrian shut up, the crew though on their consoles, paid attention.
"We all know what will happen to our people, if we don't act, the council doesn't give a varen's crap on our future, they never did, even with all our contribution's, we were shunned" Vexxu paused taking a breath before she finished.
"If this is the only way to save us from extinction, so be it, and if those metal heads and the damned asari want to stop us, and finish us off for all they care, we will fight back"
"FOR OUR PEOPLE" She shouted with pride, and the crew followed suit, and for a long good minute this continued, only silenced as the relay hummed into life.
And with it, the Migrant fleet started their next chapter in life in this unforgiving and merciless galaxy, a chapter one they will never forget.
Unknown System
The Pathfinders
"Unexpected" Hackett commented, understandable, as not many, if any in The Union had committed a jump that made you arrive at another galaxy, not to mention coming out in a system resembling too much of Sol, the beloved and crown jewel of The Union's systems.
"It's fucking earth two! Or what seems to be like it" Exclaimed Joker, eyeing the garden world with curiosity.
"What of the surrounding systems?" Asked his admiral, eyes glued to a giant holographic screen showing the remarkable similar system.
"The nearest one's a jump away, quite the find if I may say admiral" Joker answered, a few habitable planets here and there, but the most valuable ones were asteroid fields and the gas giant's, and oh sweet anti matter are there a lot.
"TAC's would be the judge of that joker, we know nothing yet of what kind of materials were going to get here" Hackett replied bluntly.
"Sir you might want to look up on the scan of Earth 2" Joker addressed, quite shocked to the findings of the science ship.
"Terraformed?" Hackett muttered to no one, surprised as the crew as well of the revelation of the information.
"It would explain why there's no one on it" Said Joker, going through the checks and cleanups the internal ship's A.I had brought.
"Better for us then, tell the construction ships to get a station going, I want this section secured, and get a colony ship on the surface, we'll need to establish a foot hold here first before going further out" Ordered Hackett, and with mechanical precision the crew did just that, relaying the same words through the comms, and waited for what seemed to be hours.
Whatever did this, it was intelligent enough, probably a class 4 civilization, but it didn't matter, The Union would claim this newly erected front, whether through diplomacy or war, they would have it, and the admiral would make sure that they were ready.
And maybe, just maybe we wouldn't have to use our guns, this time.
It was wishful thinking, one trait The Union wouldn't want, hope was never straight, one needed to be secure and stern of their actions, if they wanted to survive, they needed to be prepared and sure, but still, it didn't hurt to hope.
Turian 7th Fleet
Turian Patrol Unit
Arterius hummed as he looked out through the brigs reinforced windows, his mandibles moving slightly as he stared at the vastness of the dark void.
Though he was in a small patrol fleet, in his prized dreadnought, that didn't lessen the swell of pride that Atreus felt in his heart, of course if one didn't count the full-on fleet that reinforced them a few jumps away, they would be utterly annihilated if they tried to attack them, plenty enough to deal with those pesky batarians, and the damned suit begging rats.
With the latter sending in 16 frigates, pah,, a pathetic number of ships, just for what? A raid on his dreadnaught, like the spirits would help them dealing with it, but now, it was rather bothersome, that pathetic unit of ships had managed, not only to give their sensors a beating, but time as well for the Migrant fleet to pop out of existence.
How he hated these mongrel's to just cower away, gah, but still it was a smart move, fight another day, the STG would rather run and debate, suit rats as annoying as they are, still had some fight in them.
"General Arterius sir, we've located a faint signal trail, might be the suit rats" Said Atreus's second in command, his gaze glued to the holographic console.
"Might be? We don't need another ghost hunt, get it confirmed, and if, and only if there's a chance it's them then get a small scout fleet on it" The Admiral ordered, his mandibles slightly flaring in annoyance, so many times had those darned quarians and their damned ghost signals tricked their sensors, that he would have bet his salary that a salarian STG unit was toying with them.
"There are a few points of exit trails that they left near here sir, still we can't be sure" Arterius growled at that, another ghost hunt it seemed, fine, but once they'd find them, he'd have the councilor heighten their salaries, that and a good warm up for his crew.
Maybe some of the recruits can take off a few shots
He thought happily, his gunners might be recruits but he had faith in them, only the best could come out of training and only the strong shall win, and one day The Hierarchy will rule all of the council.
The asari, the salarians, they didn't know what it was to sacrifice and be sacrificed, a fate, many of his people have had in the years, all of them didn't appreciate it, especially the asari, those blue biotic strippers and their damned talks for peace.
It disgusted him, how can one talk of peace when one does not enforce it, and with so little power to prove it, not to mention a military power that would need little to be challenged, they needed the hierarchy, and that also was the case for the salarians, but one day that would all change, and soon the might of his people will be felt all over the universe.
And that bitch tevos shall be kneeling at our feet
And with that thought in mind, he smiled, ordering the fleet to commence the scouting party to be assembled, one which he will never see again.
Beyond Relay 314
Migrant Fleet
They had done it, three grueling and tense weeks, but they had done it, the flotilla was well away with colonization, now they were just waiting for secondary checks, again, of course it was good for all, they didn't want any complications, and Vexxu knew they had little time.
"It is beautiful" Admiral Vexxu'Herato heard one of her crewmembers mutter out, she couldn't blame the poor girl, it was as said, a beautiful sight, a planet, fit for all her people's needs.
"Mam the admiralty board just called for an emergency meeting" Said another quarrian, bringing up a holographic screen that showed the rest of the admiralty members.
"Captain" Said Admiral Shala'Raan.
"Admiral" Vexxu'Heratu answered back with a nod of respect.
"I have a mission for you" The Admiral of the patrol fleet addressed sternly, eyes though blurred by the helm were narrowing with a serious glint.
"I am ready to receive Admiral" She answered back, concern and worry gracing her covered face, soon the plan was set, simple yet dangerous, they were to colonize the planet with haste, while the rest of the fleet planned for the upcoming turian patrol not too far behind.
Her fleet and the rest of the Heavy fleet would be at the forefront, tasked with gaining the full attention of the patrol, while the rest of the flotillas patrol fleet would set up behind the relay, their signatures to be masked, and once the fight began, they would pounce, and leaving none to survive, hopefully giving them more time.
The plan was sound, but still she was worried, yes, the flotilla had strength in numbers, but the ships were old, the turians whose few numbers were compensated for they have up to date weaponry and point defense systems.
She only hoped that their people would hurry in their construction, the sooner they had a functioning shipyard the better, the battle to come was inevitable, and she hoped that it would be over quick, with the result being them the victor.
Codex
Opening Files/- Designation: Civil Class Information/
The Trifarix is the main political body of The Union, a system in which, any in the society, with proper training and experience can achieve a status within it, and of course with the supervisory and confirmation of The Trifarix, when integrated in the system, supreme loyalty to The Union shall and will be upheld first and foremost.
The system itself depends on a pillar like structure, as if one of the main pillars that hold it commit treason, the other two has the power to pluck the traitor from the system, and if two of these pillars fails, the system falls, though and keep in mind this is only plausible if two were to turn traitor.
It is quite known that once you are a member of the society, you can never run or hide from it, this is supported and boasted by the fact that, the last remnants of rebellious intent that popped up were utterly annihilated even before their birth and was due to the fact that they were tagged in the system.
That and integration of Smart AI in the security systems of The Union, has made rebellion or any prospect of opposition impossible.
The Trifarix, in response in its early day's during one said rebellion was to increase the living standards of the people, this accumulated with much more security proved to be the turning point of The Union becoming one, if not the most stable society of all known space.
It is widely known that The Union will use force if needed and will not hesitate to capitalize upon it if the situation demands it to be, or in particular when an alien species has something The Union wants.
In turn, The Union's relationships with other galactic communities are shakily tipping from friendly to hostile, but aside popular belief, alien citizens in Union space are treated and respected as any other human, though of course many in Humanity are still cautious.
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The Union bases itself around security and control, not fully but maintained and watched control, citizens are mostly harmless and are not a threat, but are still watched nonetheless, as this helps not only to stop any viable damage done inside but also for their protection.
What the major issue with The Union is its council and The Trifarix, which was acknowledged by both to be either the one who will lead their society to prosperity, or to ruin.
As such, individuals whom are part of this particular work, are closely monitored by the SPC, and was the main reason for integrating AI, not only to keep watch of the Trifarix's council, but the SPC as well.
APEX (Artificial Protector & Enlightened Xenophon), was the AI designated for this specific task, to watch, protect, and guide the members, and citizens of The Union to a future that is stable, but all in all the individuals are the ones whom choose their fate.
APEX does not shy away from direct confrontation, and if needed will kill any whom would turn traitor.
No Union citizen, and even The Trifarix knows of its existence, those whom know are supremely loyal to The Union and are few in number.
It is widely seen by other galactic communities that The Union is a dictatorial military junta like government, and some are even stating that they should be brought down.
That is of course if you look at their perspectives, as well as others, society itself is not perfect, and cannot be perfected, it should be the way it is, with different views, opinions and the like, conflict will and can never be erased from it.
Take it from the words of an AI, and you'll understand why my maker had to do this.
AU note: Any of you guys/gals play stellaris?
Oh, and does anyone know any good Humanity F yeah stories?
Now can you please leave me alone plot bunny?
No, well shit..