A/N: Thanks for the follows, favourites and reviews. Or as my friend puts it, imaginary internet points, please continue to increase my dopamine.
If you take note I'm gonna be using OST names for the chapters, can't wait to use 'The Reaping'.
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August 17th 2841 SC.
In orbit of Alelius.
17:20. Alelius Standard Time.
Aedinia Octarius was assigned to the planetary defence fleet of the colony Alelius. Other admirals in the Hierarchy would baulk at such a meagre position. Other admirals in the Hierarchy would take this appointment as a slight on their career. Admiral Aedinia Octarius wasn't like the other admirals. He acted as a Turian should for all his career, he followed orders and carried them out, all for the benefit of turian-kind and the rest of the galaxy by extension. And that is where he differs from most other admirals these days.
He saw the advancement of the other species as advancement for all including the Turian people. Where other more 'patriotic' and 'traditional' Turians such as Desolas Arterius would rather keep the status quo. In some extremes for Turians to completely dominate the galaxy. He openly opposed the Hierarchy's role as the sole peacekeepers of the entire galaxy. Those unrealistic expectations of the Turian people have spread even the largest military of the galaxy too thinly. He used his position of admiral to support movements in favour of sharing the responsibility of security.
For those same reasons, for both his loyalty and conversely his contention with the Hierarchy, the Primarchs sought to push Octarius out of mind. It was also suspect that Octarius was planning on running for the position of Primarch of Enniril, his home colony. They gave him a position in the outskirts of the Hierarchy's reach.
It was only through the connections with his childhood friend and the current Turian Councillor, Galepia Ablus, that he avoided getting arrested for 'political dissonance'. He was thankful for that. He was even more thankful his dear Siia and their son Aviia were spared the usual fate of those that upset the Primarchs.
He knew the Hierarchy had allowed the fleet patrols to be laxer lately. As well as the reduction in their sizes. No doubt through the politicking of the Asari and Salarians. He swears that they don't even think about the personal impact their decisions have. The Treaty of Firaxen had severely handicapped the Turian Hierarchy's duty. Sure, the Turians were the ones in the treaty to set the standard of fleet size in the galaxy, but this in turn had stunted the growth of the shipbuilding industry. He was no Volus but he had seen enough of his Volus contacts drown themselves at the bar after a failed venture into the industry.
This reduced patrol fleet had made the pirates of the Terminus Systems bolder. The latest pirate raid had cost a total of 106 Turian lives and an unknown amount of Turians to be kidnapped. It's one thing to strike at defenceless, independent Terminus Systems planets, but they chose a Hierarchy planet to raid.
The Batarians had acted boldly this time, and everyone and their mothers knew these pirates were Batarians. The Hegemony slave markets don't get new slaves from anywhere. Those duplicitous, four-eyed pyjaks would deny any association of course.
"Sir . . ."
He wanted to place blame on the Hierarchy, but he knew who truly was at fault. The Asari and Salarians and their contrived logic. If you neuter your own arms your enemy won't do the same to be fair.
"SIR! Captain Arterius' and Captain Gavnion's blockades around Relay 311 and Relay 310 are in position."
The Comms Officer, Malsia, took him out of his contemplation.
"Have the pirates made any movements in the last fifteen minutes?", he asked his Comms Officers. A Junior Officer has yet to learn the name of the answer.
"No sir. They've maintained their position 500,000 kilometres from Alelius."
They may have managed to strike Alelius at an inopportune time for his fleet, but he'd rather throw himself out the airlock than let these slavers take innocent citizens of the planet in his charge. They knew exactly when his fleet would dock for repairs, right up to the minute. There was a leak in his chain of command, and he'd have it plugged when this was over and done with.
"Have you updated our situation to Palaven?"
"No sir, we've not as ordered."
"Good. Be ready to open long-range communication at any notice."
Now, though, he had the matter of bringing all those Turian captives' home in one piece, and he wasn't letting the Primarchs delay him.
"Maintain the blockades position and open comms with the enemy. We'll offer the criminals reduced prison sentences in exchange for our people back." The ensigns and officers scrambled to work. The image of an immaculate Batarian filled the bridge's holo-vid.
"Batarian.", he greeted him as nothing more than what he is.
"Turian. I'm sure that this is surely a misunderstanding. Have you called to let us know you'll let us on our way?" He smiled, playing innocent. "My trade vessels have important deliveries to make. This blockade is making it very hard for us to do our job."
The nerve. This slime had the gall to attack his world and then play dumb as if the entire system wasn't locked down. Octarius took a slow breath. The pirate was simply trying to get a rise out of him. He wasn't truly this stupid? He would have none of this.
"Yes, well if you could let my marines inspect your 'cargo' we'll gladly lift the blockade.", Octarius said, wearing a smile that mirrored the Batarian's own.
The pirate's facade dropped as he grimaced. He had the courage to try and bluff after getting caught. Courage or foolishness? It made little difference. By the looks of this pirate captain, he's made enough money in his line of business to dress himself up as an aristocrat. As if any amount of those Sur'kesh silks could hide all the sin the spirits cursed pirate has committed. He could feel it all irradiating from him.
"See, if you could comply with our orders and set your vessel-", an ensign interrupted him.
"ADMIRAL! The entire pirate flotilla is powering their Eezo Drives. They're moving!" The pirate's holo-vid then cut off. His mind was racing.
"Moving to where? Toward our battlegroup? To the planet? Are they going to break through the blockade?"
"T-towards Relay 314, Sir.", the Junior Officer from before managed to get the words out. Relay 314? That one was inactive. It led to unknown space. Realisation dawned on the admiral.
"Get me Captain Arterius and Captain Gavnion!", he ordered. As the two Captains of the two blockades came on screen the admiral wasted no breath.
"The pirates intend to activate Relay 314. Stopping them is our new priority. Arterius, you're to join your flotilla with mine, we're to intercept them. Gavnion you're to defend Alesius until reinforcements from the Citadel arrive." Both captains clicked their mandibles in a gesture of affirmation as their holo displays closed.
His Dreadnought, the Fist of Fausculus, led his flotilla of 8 Cruisers and 24 Frigates away from Alesius. Arterius' Destroyer, the Talon's of Tiblianus, joined Octarius' small fleet with his additional 4 Cruisers and 8 Frigates. The pirate ships, numbering 52 Frigates and 16 Cruisers heavily outnumbered the Turians own. The pirate ships though, were all decades-old models, ships that were bought from the Hierarchy of all people. Even with the ships, Octarius had now, he outclassed them. The pirate fleet was manoeuvring strangely. Instead of sending a faster ship to activate the Relay, they stayed in formation, keeping the cargo ships in between themselves and their pursuers. Spirits forbid, was Relay 314 already active? The unfortunate Junior Officer had again piped up.
"Admiral! The pirates, they've jumped through the Relay."
"What!? I thought it was completely inert up until now. Did they activate it pre-emptively?", to say he was shocked was like saying Asari are blue.
He relented to his last course of action.
"Open long-range communication with the Citadel."
"Yes sir, opening comm line.", 'Junior Officer' once more complied.
If he was to admit his failure, he'd admit to Galepia. He wouldn't personally give the Primarchs his figurative head on a platter, they don't deserve that satisfaction. They're the ones who have Hierarchy vessels sold off to third parties. He needed to report that Relay 314 had been activated to the Citadel anyway. He sighed. This was it for him. He failed in his duties. He would accept his intended fate, but he hoped his family would be alright.
As he waited for the comms traffic to clear and to link up to the Citadel, he asked the Junior Officer,
"What's your name son?"
Being the youngest on the bridge he looked up to find that the question was indeed for him, "Nihlus, my name is Nihlus Victus, Sir."
"Nihlus huh? I'll remember that name." This boy has only just started as a soldier. His subordinates will not pay for his failure, in that regard, he will not fail. He won't simply wait for his punishment like a tame Varren. He opened the communication channel to his captains. The marking less Captain Arterius and the Calanion-born Captain Gavnion once again came on holo-vid.
"Gavnion, you're to continue guarding the colony, report to Citadel of the situation and wait for their response."
"Yes, of course, Octarius.", she said as her feed cut off.
"Desolas you're to follow my lead to apprehend the pirates.", he ordered.
"After them? Into the Relay?", he replied with confusion over his face.
"Of course, through the Relay. How else? May I remind you it is illegal to open an inactive Relay, but it isn't illegal to enter an illegally opened Relay when in pursuit of the guilty party."
His ships started towards the Relay, into the truly unknown. What will they find on the other side? Pirate ambushes? A second Rachni invasion? Or maybe, even more, Krogan-like aliens? They'll all know soon enough.
August 17th 2841 SC.
In orbit of Alelius.
17:43. Alelius Standard Time.
Captain Dhasvin thought of himself as a successful pirate, he thought of himself as an even more successful Batarian. Although lately what he thought, and the reality of his situation now were not aligned. As much as he hated the lot in life the Hegemon had forced upon him, he made the most of it. And no one pays better than greedy autocrats, gods know how badly he needed this pay.
Dhasvin was unsure about this contract from the beginning. The situation sounded too good to be true. Patrol routes reduced to every third system. Patrol schedules days apart? Do an entire sectors fleet docking all at once? The Turians have been getting pretty cocky.
That suited him and his men just fine. The Hierarchy's hubris will be their downfall. Then he and his men will be there to pick up the pieces. This situation though, wasn't him picking through broken Turian worlds, he and his pirates were being used to test the Turians.
It wasn't as if he didn't know this could all end with their death. He was aware of the risks of this line of work and the gambles he made with his and his men's lives. Besides, it wasn't as if he already was a wanted man. Hell, he was even a wanted man in Hegemony space.
If the Hegemony Intelligence Agency were involved, they knew that he could if the thought fancied him, reveal proof to the wider galaxy of his dealings with the Hegemony. That certainly would be entertaining, to add fuel to the rubbish fire that was the Citadel-Hegemony diplomatic relationship. But then again, who would take the word of a pirate captain? When compared to the word of the 'upstanding' and 'morally robust' Hegemony aristocracy what was he?
That all didn't matter now though. He had done his job. He collected on a few debts and rough up a few small-time captains to gather a sizable fleet. He strokes out at the Turian colony at the specified time. They acquired their cargo of Turian slaves while defending themselves from the armed ones. And they almost made a clean escape.
It seemed as if the Turian Admiral assigned to this backwater world was more competent than what the HIA Intel made him believe. The only reason why they weren't fired upon by mass accelerator cannons was that he used the Turians own people as meat shields. The admiral although quick to block the obvious escape routes, allowed his Turian arrogance to show. He left the 314 Relay un-defended and completely open for their getaway. His sailors and he may have blood on their hands, but at least they're competent sailors. As they jumped across space his vision cleared to real space. One of his men reported in.
"Captain, we've made it through the Relay. Scans show a frigate sized ship near the Relay, just below us."
"Aliens? Just on the other side? Is it armed?" An armed science vessel would suggest this new species is aggressive in nature.
"It doesn't seem to have any weapons, but there seems to be a fleet of different design ships 500,000km away. No Element Zero can be found on those ships."
A fleet of ships? To build a spaceship fleet of any size requires a large industrial base. But then again what could some sub-light spaceships do to his 'most useful money could buy' starships? Then again that Volus trader didn't really give him much confidence in his own ships.
The single unarmed ship looked like the only FTL capable one of the fleets. It must be a testbed of sorts for them, the different designs could be explained that way. It's a great misfortune that these aliens first neighbours would be the Turians. He almost felt sorry for them. But there's nothing to be done about that now, is there?
"Tell me. Where is their planet in this system?"
"I've found it, sir. A garden world, fourth from its sun. It's significantly developed.", an ensign answered.
That cemented it. This is most likely their homeworld. This is his chance.
"Target their ships. When they're dealt with, we'll bombard the planet. When the Turians arrive, they'll have to deal with this mess. If they survive, all the better, they'll see more unknown vessels come through the Relay and defend themselves."
"We're not going to take them as new slaves?", a raider said, with greed showing in his four eyes.
"Of course not. Our holds are full as it is. Some no-name aliens weren't part of the contract, we'll only get a fraction of profits from the new species.", Dhasvin retorted.
As he watches the MAC round streak across the sky, he can't help but think of how this will change the lives of these aliens forever. Unbeknownst to him, it will change, but not in the way he thinks.
May 7th 2341 CE.
In orbit of "Shanxi Tuning Fork".
06:00. Shanxi Standard Time.
Velimir Gorsky was young for his position. Looking around the mess hall of the GSANV Valentia, one would see a man sitting at the head of the officer's table. He appeared decades younger than most officers his age. He didn't look green enough to pass for a private, but he also didn't look grizzled enough to be a veteran. Although, according to most of the 'elderly', it was hard to tell the difference anymore.
That all hardly matters to him anyway. His crew have little problems with him, for those reasons at least.
To those from outside the GSA who try to gauge their heritage through their tastes, it was traditionalists like Velimir that always threw them off. What Russian these days drinks tea with strawberry jam? Answer; the ones who have jobs where Vodka isn't on hand.
Velimir stood up from the officer's table, taking his mug of tea with him. He couldn't stand coffee. Sure, tea may have caffeine in it, but at the very least it didn't taste like tar. He walked out to the tall, wide hall. There wasn't any Gigantes onboard, they typically crewed with Yuht if at all.
There were still plenty of liminals and other non-Tellurians on board. He remembered a Glebsigi in training once. Was Dusthee his name? A floating pressure suit worn by sapient gas is hard to forget. What he does remember was that Glebsigi's ambition, to rise in the military to further his political career. He would wax poetic about different forms of communism, he was passionate he'll give him that. Speaking of non-Tellurians.
"Good morning Velimir!", a cheery Lamia called out to him. She's been getting chummy lately. Brown nosing an officer much.
"Mornin' Sergeant Eser", he replied dismissively.
Not to be snubbed Eser slither in pace with Velimir.
"Did you see the Wellington versus New Grenada game last night?", inquired Lamia.
"No, I had a debriefing with all the other senior officers last night. Why? What happened?" Esen seemed to have been using more and more of her free time watching football.
"New Grenada won 3-2! We're going to the Galactic Football Association semi-finals!" He didn't mind this, he liked having someone to catch him up on the matches he missed. Did she get into it because of him? Not many people from non-Tellurian worlds appreciate football.
"Really? That was lucky. Though I doubt we'd be able to beat Erwin City in the semi-finals. Though just getting to the semis means we'll have more funding next year.", he said smiling. He grew up in New Grenada, familiarity is how most people pick their favourite teams.
"That match is on the 28th next month. We're all onshore leave then. I have two tickets. Would you come with me to watch it?", she said meekly. He stopped at that. What? He looked at her, she was looking askew. Oh. Ohhh.
"Listen, Esen.", he started. "Fraternisation with your superior officers could lead to trouble for both parties if anyone found out." She looked crestfallen at that. He felt bad about this. But before he could comfort her the whole ship shook.
The klaxons were going off. Harsh red lights, stronger than the usual red, flared. A low whining alarm blared. Velimir and Esen were quick to respond. He sprinted off to the bridge. She quite literally sprang into action. She bounded to the hangar bay with the other marines.
Velimir's feet brought him to the bridge. He was barely winded. At the bridge, he noticed the captain was missing.
"Where's the Captain?!"
A panicked lieutenant answered him.
"Sir, he's dead, most of the officers are. You're the highest-ranking officer in the line of succession." He was taken aback by that. Captain Jingfei is dead? He was a soldier, dying was part of the job, but the last major war was centuries ago.
"You're the captain now.", the lieutenant told him.
"I'm the captain now.", he said looking him in the eyes.
"Give me the sitrep."
"There are multiple fires on all decks, and breeches on the port side. We were fired upon by Mass Accelerator Rounds. The GSANV Kharkov and GSANV Volgoda are the only other ships to survive."
"Mass Accelerators? From where?" The only powers that used Mass Accelerators are the Yuht. He doubted they would betray the GSA in GSA space with one research vessel no less.
"From the Tuning Fork sir. At 0700 the Yuht vessel activated the Fork with their 'Eezo' Drive. At 0811 a small fleet of alien ships emerged from the Fork. And at 0816 they fired upon the defence fleet."
His one damaged frigate and another two corvettes against a fleet? Great. If he were to survive this at all, he'll take Esen up on her offer. But first, he had an invasion to defend against.
Codex entries:
Polities: Galactic Socialists Alliance;
A conglomerate of nation-states and planetary governments that was a result of the reforms of the increasingly Terra-centric World Socialists Alliance, and its colonies. Its predecessor the World Socialists Alliance was founded by the post-GWWII nation-states of the Soviet Union, Latin Confederation and Chinese Federation. During the first, and so far, the only interstellar referendum of 2137C.E. the WSA gives its colonies more autonomy, mutually beneficial trade agreements and representation in parliament. Modern historians likened the pre-2137 WSA and its relationship with its colonies to 18th century England and its American colonies.
The GSA was once centred on Terra; the Tellurian home-world and third planet in their solar system. The GSA is now based on the planet of Maestre, in the Toledo System; chosen for its ideal position, being on a junction between thirty-two other systems and how it has three other garden worlds in the system. The Toledo System, situated to the galactic east of the Sol System, has been developed into the second most populous system of the UN and the galaxy. The census data of 2326 numbering the population of the Toledo System at 10,305,138,485,329.
The legal power of the Communist Party is guaranteed by the GSA Constitution and its position as the supreme political authority in the GSA is realised through its comprehensive control of the state, military, and media.
The Galactic People's Congress (usually abbreviated GPC) is the galactic legislature of the Galactic Socialists Alliance. With 14,721 members in 2341, it is the largest parliamentary body in the galaxy.
The GPC is elected for a term of five years. It holds annual sessions every spring, usually lasting from 10 to 14 days, in the High Rotunda of the People on the east side of Bolivar Square on the planet Maestre.
The Galactic Socialists Alliance's industrial capabilities are second to none with the Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion and Solidarity of Allied Systems behind at second and third respectively. Their Naval Shipyards and their unconventional 'Wet' Naval Shipyards can construct entire fleets of warships a year. The Toledo System's Yurasova Arsenal can build a dreadnought sized ship in eighteen hours.
The governors of the GSA's systems and autonomous regions and mayors of its centrally controlled planets are appointed by the central government in Maestre after receiving the nominal consent of the Galactic People's Congress (GPC). The Helghan and Daf'Nak special administrative regions (SARS) have some local autonomy since they have separate governments, legal systems, and basic constitutional laws, but they come under Maestre's control in matters of foreign policy and national security, and their chief executives are handpicked by the central government. Below the planetary level in 2324 there were 16,050 rural prefectures, 30,283 prefecture-level cities, 67,374 county-level cities, 75,852 county-level districts under the jurisdiction of nearby cities, and 106,636 counties. There also were 65,762 cities, 80,978 urban districts, and 430,258 township-level regions.
Counties are divided into townships and villages. While most have appointed officials running them, some lower-level jurisdictions have direct popular elections.
The primary languages of the GSA are Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Chinese and Cantonese, but many other languages are also spoken within it.
Polities: Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion;
A federation of nation-states and planetary governments was a result of the referendum of 2137, between the Foehn Federation and its colonies. The Foehn Federation was founded by the post-Mental Omega War provisional governments of North Africa, the Middle East, Central Asia, North-East Asia and Alaska and the Foehn Revolt. The FFCO gives its colonies moderate autonomy, free trading zones and representation in Foehn's parliament.
The FFCO, like the other two Tellurian powers, was once based on Terra; their native world. The FFCO is now governed from the planet of New Sahara, in the Song System, which was named after Foehn's founder. The world of New Sahara was selected for its abundant resources and development potential. The Song System, despite having few neighbouring systems, is in an exemplary location, being on the confluence of 4 of Foehn's 5 InterStellar Highways. It is at the intersection of the Maghreb, Suez, Kalahari, and the Beringia Highways. The Song System is positioned to the galactic north of the Sol System. It has been built up into the third most populous system of the UN and the greater galaxy, and it grows closer to overtake Toledo in that regard. The census data of 2337 places the population of the Song System at 9,069,271,297,702.
The FFCO Constitution allows for a multiparty system of governance and it is headed by the position of Chancellor. The seat of Chancellor has been occupied by the Foehn Revolt's founder, Song Yunru, for as long as the founding of the Foehn Federation. With the ever exponentially extending lifespans of humanity, governments continue to elect the most 'experienced' of their people, which has led to a de facto gerontocracy.
The Foehn Federal Parliament (FFP) is the galactic legislature of the Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion. As of 2337 its member's number at 8,229.
The FFP is elected for a term of five years. Every spring it holds annual sessions lasting from 14 to 20 days. The FFP holds its sessions in the New Coronia Parliament Building on the planet Maestre. These annual meetings provide an opportunity for the officers of state to review past policies and present the future to the nation.
The Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion manufacturing industry is second only to the Galactic Socialists Alliance's and ahead of the Solidarity of Allied Systems'. Their use of nanotechnology in everything from medicine to manufacturing, from warfare to terraforming, gives them an edge over the other human powers. Due to moral obligations, they freely give their medical and terraforming nanites to the GSA and SAS. New Sahara's nanite centrifuges can produce 100 megatons of nanites in a 24-hour period.
The governors of the FFCO's systems and autonomous regions and mayors of its federally controlled planets are elected by the citizens of Foehn. Below the planetary level in 2324 there were 13,044 rural provinces, 26,261 provincial-level cities, 59,662 county-level cities, 68,455 county-level districts under the jurisdiction of nearby cities, and 91,866 counties. There also were 52,592 cities, 61,790 urban districts, and 361,928 township-level regions. Most jurisdictions have direct popular elections.
The primary languages of the FFCO are Arabic, Hebrew, Persian, Chinese, Japanese, English, Polish, Ukrainian and Russian, but many other minor languages are also spoken within it.
Polities: Solidarity of Allied Systems;
A union of nations and system governments was a result of the 2137 referendum. The SAS's predecessor state was founded by the remaining governments of the Euro Alliance, Pacific Front, the Allied Nations of Southern Africa, Eastern Africa, West Africa and India. The SAS colonies are self-governed if they follow the laws of the senate.
The SAS, like most Tellurian governments, was founded and governed on Terra. The SAS is now centralized on the planet of Wells, in the Arcturus System, one of the first one hundred systems to be colonized by the Tellurians. The system of Arcturus was selected for its proximity to the SAS Core Worlds of Karma, Setsujoku, Lyon, Brandenburg and New Madagascar. The Arcturus System is situated to the galactic west of the Sol System. The Arcturus System has the fourth highest population of the UN and the galaxy with the Alsava System rapidly catching up in population size. The census data places the population of the Arcturus System at 7,655,290,083,865.
The SAS Constitution allows for a multiple party democracy with a capitalist laissez-faire free market.
The Allied Nations Senate (ANS) is the central legislature of the Solidarity of Allied Nations. As of 2337 its member's number at 10,714. Under the Allied Constitution, the ANS has the power to legislate, the power to oversee the operations of the government, and the power to elect the major officials of the state.
The ANS is elected for a term of seven years. It holds annual sessions every spring, lasting from 8 to 12 days. The ANS are based within the Arcturus Station in orbit of Wells.
The Solidarity of Allied Systems' manufacturing industry is still magnitudes ahead of the Citadel species but is still behind the Galactic Socialists Alliances and the Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion. Their use of robotic automation in manufacturing although less advanced than the FFCOs methods gives their citizens freedom to find employment in other sectors. The SAS Educational System produces the most medical professionals year to year. To study at the Medical City of Wells is a great honour often reserved for the best and brightest of not only the SAS but all of humanity. Aspiring doctors from Citadel space are waiting for when they take in students from their part of the galaxy.
The governors of the SAS's systems and mayors of its planets are elected by popular vote. Under the planetary level in the year 2324, there were 12,203 rural prefectures, 21,518 prefecture-level cities, 38,386 county-level cities, 52,720 county-level districts under the jurisdiction of nearby cities, and 92,887 counties. There also were 66,649 cities, 67,741 urban districts, and 369,211 township-level regions.
The primary languages of the SAS are English, French, German, Afrikaans, Bantu, Hindi, Japanese, Korean, Tagalog, and Indonesian. Other smaller languages are also spoken within it.
Humanity: Warfare: Navy: Ships: Classifications;
Naval ship classification is a field that has changed over time and is not an area of wide intergalactic agreement, so this article currently uses the system as currently used by the Galactic Socialists Alliance Navy, Foehn Federated Coalition of Orion Navy and Solidarity of Allied Systems Navy.
Aircraft carrier – ships that serve as mobile seaborne, airborne and spaceborne airfields, designed primarily to conduct combat operations by Carrier-based aircraft which engage in attacks against airborne, space, sub-space and planetary targets. Carrier-based combat was introduced to the wider galactic community by humanity.
Space combatant – large, heavily armed space ships which are designed primarily to engage enemy forces in deep space, including various types of battleship, battlecruiser, cruiser, destroyer, frigate, and corvette.
Subspatial / Submarine – self-propelled "submersible" types regardless of whether they are employed as combatant, auxiliary, or research and development vehicles that have at least a residual combat capability. Submarine capable spacecraft are utilised by all human navies, although Subspatial capable spacecraft is utilised solely by the GSAN.
Patrol combatant – combatants whose mission may extend beyond system duties and whose characteristics include adequate endurance and space keeping providing a capability for operations exceeding 336 hours in deep space without support.
Planetary warfare – ships having the organic capability for in atmosphere assault and which have characteristics enabling long duration operations in deep space. Due to the nature of humanity's spacecraft development, all human spacecraft are capable of in atmosphere and deep space flight. Some human spacecraft are also seaborne capable.
Combat logistics – ships that have the capability to provide underway replenishment to fleet units.
Mine warfare – ships whose primary function is mine warfare in deep space.
Planetary defence – ships whose primary function is planetary patrol and interdiction.
Spacelift – ships that have the capability to provide direct material support to other deployed units operating far from home base.
Support – ships, such as oilers, designed to operate in the open galaxy in a variety of space states to provide general support to either combatant forces or planetary based establishments. (Includes smaller auxiliaries which, by the nature of their duties, leave inshore waters).
Service type craft – navy-subordinated craft (including non-self-propelled) designed to provide general support to either combatant forces or planet-based establishments.
Humanity: Warfare: Navy: Ships: Size;
In rough order of tonnage (largest to smallest), modern space naval ships are commonly divided into the following different classes. The larger ships in the list can also be classed as capital ships:
Aircraft Carrier
Drone Carrier
Dreadnought / Battleship
Battle Cruiser
Heavy Cruiser
Light Cruiser
Destroyer
Frigate
Corvette
Patrol Craft
Fast Attack Craft
There are many blurring/grey areas between the classes, depending on their intended use, history, and interpretation of the class by different navies.
AN: Feel free to review if you wanna. Also, anyone saw the Tottenham vs Ajax match? or are all you readers living outside Europe? And anyone seeing Detective Pikachu? Don't review to just answer those questions obviously, that's what PM's are for.
In response to a review, and after looking over it once again, yes the cliffhanger is put at a shitty place. I could change it but ill decide to leave it for now as a reminder to myself and anyone reading at where I grew as a writer from.