Colonial Confederation: The Inexorable War Episodes
The text follows the newer Inexorable War episodes. The title above the text will coincide with that particular episode number
The Inexorable War: Ep. 5
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1857UST 2775.01.30 “The Sextant” Officers Club - Colonial Naval Command (CNC) - Corsica Space Transit Port – Mediterranean Sea
Grand Admiral Attar made his way through the old EDF Officers club that he frequented many times as a cadet. The red light from the setting Mediterranean sun bathed the polished green marble of the large hall in strange shades. He was not his usual self during this visit as it is his custom to meet with any new officers in the “young guard” section of a club. The laughter that was audible from hundreds of feet outside the entrance was silenced by Attar’s presence. Ever since the battle of the Paakari Mine Platform 17 years earlier Attar had become something of a living legend. He was the first human officer to have real combat experience against a non human foe. At least, that is what the official history was written, the EDF had sealed records of the first interstellar combat that occurred in 2730. That too was a cross that Attar would have to bear. Two marine NCO’s, in dress blues decorated with several awards, snapped to attention as he entered the flag officers private suite. An old half circle bar booth, upholstered in faded red leather sat in the far corner of the room. Its cracked and unkempt exterior was drastically out of place but it was here by special request of Attar. Scrawled over the beat up, wobbly, black table was a record of a hundred nights with friends now gone. A rough sketch of VTS-7’s “Lucky Devils” horseshoe and clover insignia complete with a badly etched demon was emblazoned in the center of the table with the words “Best of luck to the class of 2751” and “Until we all come home”. Even in his foul mood this record of his past always brought a smirk to his face. Attar unclasped the ceremonial sword at his side as he sat down. The white of his Grand Admiral uniform stood out against his seating arrangements ensuring that he would not be left alone for long; Admiral Yamamoto, his second and command and good friend, was to join him shortly. Across the suite Attar could see the wait staff taking hurried glances at him, something that Attar had grown accustomed to.
The weight of the last few weeks suddenly bore down on Attar. His position as Chief of Staff for the Colonial Navy required him to attend sessions of defense counsel and upper house of the Senate. These bureaucrats have, seemingly, brought the Grand Admiral away from his duties aboard CTF-1 to inform him of their intent to fight any war themselves. No action is to be taken by any branch of the military unless it is voted on by the upper house or, in an emergency, a small group of defense counsel members. The reason for this, Attar bemused, was their fear of the military and its growing political power. This compounded by upstart groups like the United Front would be enough to make anyone paranoid. This decision, however, will cost lives and Attar knew it. More worrying, still, are the continuing reports of Boskaran riots on the frontier colonies and the discovery of several guerrilla movements on those planets with extensive weapons caches. The Colonial Military, with all its might, will not be able to stand against both a war against an alien colonial power and a insurrection at home.
The sound of two pairs of heals clicking together snapped Attar's attention away from the center of the table. Admiral Yamamoto and his protege Captain Dobatchi stood at attention in their service dress blues.
Attar did not even bother faking a smile, “Gentlemen, good evening”
Yamamoto, however, never smiled, “Admiral, may we sit?”
Attar nodded a reply and shifted to one side. Both men opposite of him looked to be cut from the same cloth, although Dobatchi kept his youthful looks. There was a terrible rumor going around that the 41 year old Dobatchi was Yamamoto long lost son but it was all too unlikely, Yamamoto being 57 himself.
“This proposal by the Senate, very unwise” Yamamoto said while adjusting his uniform, “Bureaucrats do not make good warriors.”
“That hasn't stopped them from authorizing the second security force deployment to the Urd Wylan system. It is not the most prudent of actions considering the recent threats from the Boskara.” Attar shook his head in spite of the situation., “the navy still has much to do in preparation.”
Yamamoto spoke in his characteristic measured voice, “Is any military ever ready? Regardless when the fight may take place, we will meet them where ever they stand.”
Attar sighed deeply, “Granted but we cannot be off balance when the time comes.” He decided to change the subject.
“I understand that you just completed your final courses at the CNCSS (Colonial Naval Command and Staff School) It won't be long until its Rear Admiral Dobatchi.”
“Two years and I am eligible”, Dobatchi carried Yamamoto's stoney gaze, “Although I believe I will be staying with the 2nd.”
Attar's laugh did not phase Dobatchi but eased his own tension, “be careful captain or you end up like me. I don't think I will ever leave the 1st.”
The sound of approaching footsteps in the darkened suite broke the almost comfortable silence that followed. Standing before the table were two men, one of which Attar immediately recognized as Rear Admiral, now Vice Admiral, Kesky. He was broad but short with the build of an infantryman with salt and pepper hair, his gray eyes jovial as always. From Attar's personal combat experience with Kesky 10 years earlier it was generous to call him an adequate commander. A more precise description would be a kiss ass but that sort of honesty did not get anyone far.
The other man, however, took a moment to recognize. He was young for his rank, late twenties at most, but had the look and honors of a combat vet. His decorations indicated that he had been wounded twice, served at every major engagement from Haako 1 to the battles on the northern Boskaran colonies, and still sported the wings of a combat pilot. Only Attar held more citations than Captain Trebulo.
Yamamoto spoke before anyone else, “I have taken the liberty of inviting the new commanders of 4th and 3rd task forces. I thought it would be appropriate for this group to meet face to face.”
Attar tried not to look annoyed.
Kesky made his move first, “Grand Admiral, it is always and honor.”
Attar nodded an acknowledgment to Kesky who looked slightly affronted. “Captain Trebulo, I did not know the Senate had given you a star, although your record does precede you.”
“I was just informed today that I was billeted for the 3rd.” Trebulo replied smartly.
“And what does your wife have to say about this change of station?” Attar asked genuinely curious.
Trebulo smile was infectious, “That's why I sent her and the kids to Midway to get settled down. Setting up a new command is much less stressful.”
“That it can be”, a knowing smile crept across the Grand Admirals face. “Since we are all here we might as well enjoy ourselves...”
After several hours and a few drinks Yamamoto was telling a story about a young officer named Wilkon and the merits of the exploration corps. Attar managed to excuse himself with Trebulo, he wanted to know more about this man. From his impoverished beginnings on Earth, to his service in the Air Guard and then Colonial Navy as a fighter then CAS pilot. Trebulo described his decision to pursue a career as a ships commander as “where he belongs” and Attar was in agreement with him. Attar did, however, have his misgivings about certain aspects about his personality. Trebulo was overconfident in his abilities and had a ambitious edge to him. Somewhere in his eyes Attar could tell this man also had a capacity for violence. The makings of a good officer and a terrible force to be reckoned with.
0903 UST 2775.02.19 - CSS Columbia - CTF-3 'Spear' – Deep Space
a holographic image of Trebulo's wife and two daughters were waving at him , “Two months, I promise, and Sidney you be good or you will drive your mother crazy.” His two daughters then froliced off into the background.
Kristen Trebulo gave her husband the most skeptical of looks. “You said two months two months ago.”
“Well the truth is”, Hugo began, “ I can't tell you how much I enjoy being air sealed in with 3,000 other pissed off sailors and marines.”
“You were always the strange one”
He shrugged, “Guilty”
“Listen, I've thought about what we have discussed and after this shakedown we will be back at Midway for nearly 6 months. After that I will look at getting the family in-fleet accommodations. I don't like the idea but we will save on holofeed charges.”
A cloud passed over the Trebulo residence on Midway darkening the holofeed. Kristen's smile was the brightest thing in the feed.
“We're really going to make this work”, she said.
Hugo sighed, “Yeah...Yeah I think so”
The feed was abruptly cut by three blinking red letters.
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1857UST 2775.01.30 “The Sextant” Officers Club - Colonial Naval Command (CNC) - Corsica Space Transit Port – Mediterranean Sea
Grand Admiral Attar made his way through the old EDF Officers club that he frequented many times as a cadet. The red light from the setting Mediterranean sun bathed the polished green marble of the large hall in strange shades. He was not his usual self during this visit as it is his custom to meet with any new officers in the “young guard” section of a club. The laughter that was audible from hundreds of feet outside the entrance was silenced by Attar’s presence. Ever since the battle of the Paakari Mine Platform 17 years earlier Attar had become something of a living legend. He was the first human officer to have real combat experience against a non human foe. At least, that is what the official history was written, the EDF had sealed records of the first interstellar combat that occurred in 2730. That too was a cross that Attar would have to bear. Two marine NCO’s, in dress blues decorated with several awards, snapped to attention as he entered the flag officers private suite. An old half circle bar booth, upholstered in faded red leather sat in the far corner of the room. Its cracked and unkempt exterior was drastically out of place but it was here by special request of Attar. Scrawled over the beat up, wobbly, black table was a record of a hundred nights with friends now gone. A rough sketch of VTS-7’s “Lucky Devils” horseshoe and clover insignia complete with a badly etched demon was emblazoned in the center of the table with the words “Best of luck to the class of 2751” and “Until we all come home”. Even in his foul mood this record of his past always brought a smirk to his face. Attar unclasped the ceremonial sword at his side as he sat down. The white of his Grand Admiral uniform stood out against his seating arrangements ensuring that he would not be left alone for long; Admiral Yamamoto, his second and command and good friend, was to join him shortly. Across the suite Attar could see the wait staff taking hurried glances at him, something that Attar had grown accustomed to.
The weight of the last few weeks suddenly bore down on Attar. His position as Chief of Staff for the Colonial Navy required him to attend sessions of defense counsel and upper house of the Senate. These bureaucrats have, seemingly, brought the Grand Admiral away from his duties aboard CTF-1 to inform him of their intent to fight any war themselves. No action is to be taken by any branch of the military unless it is voted on by the upper house or, in an emergency, a small group of defense counsel members. The reason for this, Attar bemused, was their fear of the military and its growing political power. This compounded by upstart groups like the United Front would be enough to make anyone paranoid. This decision, however, will cost lives and Attar knew it. More worrying, still, are the continuing reports of Boskaran riots on the frontier colonies and the discovery of several guerrilla movements on those planets with extensive weapons caches. The Colonial Military, with all its might, will not be able to stand against both a war against an alien colonial power and a insurrection at home.
The sound of two pairs of heals clicking together snapped Attar's attention away from the center of the table. Admiral Yamamoto and his protege Captain Dobatchi stood at attention in their service dress blues.
Attar did not even bother faking a smile, “Gentlemen, good evening”
Yamamoto, however, never smiled, “Admiral, may we sit?”
Attar nodded a reply and shifted to one side. Both men opposite of him looked to be cut from the same cloth, although Dobatchi kept his youthful looks. There was a terrible rumor going around that the 41 year old Dobatchi was Yamamoto long lost son but it was all too unlikely, Yamamoto being 57 himself.
“This proposal by the Senate, very unwise” Yamamoto said while adjusting his uniform, “Bureaucrats do not make good warriors.”
“That hasn't stopped them from authorizing the second security force deployment to the Urd Wylan system. It is not the most prudent of actions considering the recent threats from the Boskara.” Attar shook his head in spite of the situation., “the navy still has much to do in preparation.”
Yamamoto spoke in his characteristic measured voice, “Is any military ever ready? Regardless when the fight may take place, we will meet them where ever they stand.”
Attar sighed deeply, “Granted but we cannot be off balance when the time comes.” He decided to change the subject.
“I understand that you just completed your final courses at the CNCSS (Colonial Naval Command and Staff School) It won't be long until its Rear Admiral Dobatchi.”
“Two years and I am eligible”, Dobatchi carried Yamamoto's stoney gaze, “Although I believe I will be staying with the 2nd.”
Attar's laugh did not phase Dobatchi but eased his own tension, “be careful captain or you end up like me. I don't think I will ever leave the 1st.”
The sound of approaching footsteps in the darkened suite broke the almost comfortable silence that followed. Standing before the table were two men, one of which Attar immediately recognized as Rear Admiral, now Vice Admiral, Kesky. He was broad but short with the build of an infantryman with salt and pepper hair, his gray eyes jovial as always. From Attar's personal combat experience with Kesky 10 years earlier it was generous to call him an adequate commander. A more precise description would be a kiss ass but that sort of honesty did not get anyone far.
The other man, however, took a moment to recognize. He was young for his rank, late twenties at most, but had the look and honors of a combat vet. His decorations indicated that he had been wounded twice, served at every major engagement from Haako 1 to the battles on the northern Boskaran colonies, and still sported the wings of a combat pilot. Only Attar held more citations than Captain Trebulo.
Yamamoto spoke before anyone else, “I have taken the liberty of inviting the new commanders of 4th and 3rd task forces. I thought it would be appropriate for this group to meet face to face.”
Attar tried not to look annoyed.
Kesky made his move first, “Grand Admiral, it is always and honor.”
Attar nodded an acknowledgment to Kesky who looked slightly affronted. “Captain Trebulo, I did not know the Senate had given you a star, although your record does precede you.”
“I was just informed today that I was billeted for the 3rd.” Trebulo replied smartly.
“And what does your wife have to say about this change of station?” Attar asked genuinely curious.
Trebulo smile was infectious, “That's why I sent her and the kids to Midway to get settled down. Setting up a new command is much less stressful.”
“That it can be”, a knowing smile crept across the Grand Admirals face. “Since we are all here we might as well enjoy ourselves...”
After several hours and a few drinks Yamamoto was telling a story about a young officer named Wilkon and the merits of the exploration corps. Attar managed to excuse himself with Trebulo, he wanted to know more about this man. From his impoverished beginnings on Earth, to his service in the Air Guard and then Colonial Navy as a fighter then CAS pilot. Trebulo described his decision to pursue a career as a ships commander as “where he belongs” and Attar was in agreement with him. Attar did, however, have his misgivings about certain aspects about his personality. Trebulo was overconfident in his abilities and had a ambitious edge to him. Somewhere in his eyes Attar could tell this man also had a capacity for violence. The makings of a good officer and a terrible force to be reckoned with.
0903 UST 2775.02.19 - CSS Columbia - CTF-3 'Spear' – Deep Space
a holographic image of Trebulo's wife and two daughters were waving at him , “Two months, I promise, and Sidney you be good or you will drive your mother crazy.” His two daughters then froliced off into the background.
Kristen Trebulo gave her husband the most skeptical of looks. “You said two months two months ago.”
“Well the truth is”, Hugo began, “ I can't tell you how much I enjoy being air sealed in with 3,000 other pissed off sailors and marines.”
“You were always the strange one”
He shrugged, “Guilty”
“Listen, I've thought about what we have discussed and after this shakedown we will be back at Midway for nearly 6 months. After that I will look at getting the family in-fleet accommodations. I don't like the idea but we will save on holofeed charges.”
A cloud passed over the Trebulo residence on Midway darkening the holofeed. Kristen's smile was the brightest thing in the feed.
“We're really going to make this work”, she said.
Hugo sighed, “Yeah...Yeah I think so”
The feed was abruptly cut by three blinking red letters.
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The Colonial Confederation Episodes
These episodes are the events leading up to "The Inexorable War" episodes. The story lines that go with them are important too. They are a great read and the links to the videos are included. Take a look!
The Colonial Confederation Ep. 5
The Colonial Confederation Ep. 4
Link:http://youtu.be/KhZAvG0awrA
0830 UST 10.01.2773 Galactic News Service – Report on Boskaran resettlement programs
“...marks the third month in which transports have been targeted by remnants of the now much reduced Prometheus terror organization which only a year ago was almost completely dismantled by ISAP and CJA authorities over the course of two days. Officials from the Colonial Xeno-Internment/Re-patronization Command would not allow any media near the isolation zones of northern Anseun 1 citing the continuing unrest with the Boskaran populace there but sources inside the Colonial military state that conditions are worsting with food shortages rampant and almost daily attacks against garrison forces. The resettlement of Boskaran workers from the newly acquired worlds have sharply divided citizens across the Confederation.”
The image cuts to two middle aged men sitting at a upscale seaside diner, the info-graphic indicating their citizenship and Eden as their colony of residence, one of whom sporting the campaign ribbons of a retired Colonial Marine and an artificial eye that told of braver deeds. He spoke first.
“I have no problems with integrating with the Haakonish. Hell, I was in the first wave at Mytos Prime 2. The Boskara, on the other hand, are a naturally violent race and I fear of what may happen if we bring them to the core worlds. We already have them working in the Mercury mines, too close to home I think. We should remain segregated and keep them on their home planets where they belong.”
The other man broke in. “Its simply too dangerous, for them and us. Have you seen the images from Anseun? I don't believe we should have gotten involved in the first place. Why do my tax credits have to go towards a race that has been hell bent on killing themselves for who knows how long.” He paused choosing his words carefully, “Now that we are there we should put them on ships and let them find their own place in the galaxy. They have already ruined their home worlds. We own those planets now and have a right to exploit them as we please. The current government either does not care or does not understand how this will effect our species.”
The former Marine shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the other man continued.
“I believe its time for some representatives that will speak for the people not just for the current administrations interest. That's why I will be voting for Senator Harlow of the United Front.”
The image cuts again to a sharply dressed announcer “I am joined by Representative LaGrange of Eden, member of the Colonial Defense Committee and proponent of current operations on the Boskaran frontier.”
“Representative, how do you justify our continued operations against the Boskara when is seems, many citizens are questioning the logic behind such action.”
LaGrange smile was plastic as he answered, “It's obvious that it is our duty as a species to bring their troubled worlds under control while simultaneously ensuring the security of our trade routes and economy. Much like the Haakonish it is vital that we integrate the Boskara into our society. Anything less will insure generations of strife between our species.”
The announcer feigned a look of skepticism in the way only a member of the media can. “But what would you say to the concerns of your constituents? And what is your opinion about the United Front and its recent absorption of other political movements such as Primi Homines? And more importantly their growing numbers in the Senate?
A slight twinge of disgust and panic washed over the Representative, “It is well known that the United Front preaches a doctrine of human exceptionalism. These kinds of ideas are relics of our distant past and are simply byproducts of fear. Fear of the unknown, the fear of change, we must stick to our traditional values if the Confederation is to be a leader in the Galactic community.”
“On the topic of the Boskara do you have anything to say about the calling up of reserve Army units or the rumors of a massive influx of wounded service men and women to military hospitals in the core worlds?” The announcer knew this was his chance. “What do you have to say to their families?”
Sweat was forming on LaGrages brow, “I cannot comment on operations at this time.”
1034UST 13.05.2774 Xeno Relations Committee (closed door session) – Colonial Senate - Earth
The committee chamber on the south side of the capital tower was unusually quiet considering the topics at hand. The chairman paused for a moment before continuing his briefing.
“We are sure of the translations. The refugees are adamant that they are from an ancient civilization known, roughly, as the Bipan Conglomerate. This does not, however, mean that this civilization consisted of the same species. According to research thus far this Conglomerate consisted of up to five difference species across thousands of light years with the refugees being known as the Shadar.” Chairman Cabral, a portly old veteran of the Senate, paused again; this time for effect and a much needed sip of water.
“The most recent data, as of yesterday, indicates that their home system may indeed been at or near what we know as the Umwatt system.”
Murmurs rippled through the deathly silent room.
“Please, everyone, please. This information cannot be confirmed for certain. Xenologists are having to fabricate new means to translate and decipher the Shadar's language and communication systems. As we have discussed before their technology also relies on their unique physiology in which series of hormones and pheromones are used to communicate certain syntax in information exchange. It's all very complicated of course.”
Cabral paused yet again rubbing his eyes. He was beginning to feel his age. “As you know the refugees have been allowed to settle in the Dintaal system with a portion on its way to the Umwatt system, for the sake a research.”
The holoscreen abruptly changed. “Moving on, our new neighbors to the south known as the Quameno Information Authority have contacted us concerning...”
0830 UST 10.01.2773 Galactic News Service – Report on Boskaran resettlement programs
“...marks the third month in which transports have been targeted by remnants of the now much reduced Prometheus terror organization which only a year ago was almost completely dismantled by ISAP and CJA authorities over the course of two days. Officials from the Colonial Xeno-Internment/Re-patronization Command would not allow any media near the isolation zones of northern Anseun 1 citing the continuing unrest with the Boskaran populace there but sources inside the Colonial military state that conditions are worsting with food shortages rampant and almost daily attacks against garrison forces. The resettlement of Boskaran workers from the newly acquired worlds have sharply divided citizens across the Confederation.”
The image cuts to two middle aged men sitting at a upscale seaside diner, the info-graphic indicating their citizenship and Eden as their colony of residence, one of whom sporting the campaign ribbons of a retired Colonial Marine and an artificial eye that told of braver deeds. He spoke first.
“I have no problems with integrating with the Haakonish. Hell, I was in the first wave at Mytos Prime 2. The Boskara, on the other hand, are a naturally violent race and I fear of what may happen if we bring them to the core worlds. We already have them working in the Mercury mines, too close to home I think. We should remain segregated and keep them on their home planets where they belong.”
The other man broke in. “Its simply too dangerous, for them and us. Have you seen the images from Anseun? I don't believe we should have gotten involved in the first place. Why do my tax credits have to go towards a race that has been hell bent on killing themselves for who knows how long.” He paused choosing his words carefully, “Now that we are there we should put them on ships and let them find their own place in the galaxy. They have already ruined their home worlds. We own those planets now and have a right to exploit them as we please. The current government either does not care or does not understand how this will effect our species.”
The former Marine shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the other man continued.
“I believe its time for some representatives that will speak for the people not just for the current administrations interest. That's why I will be voting for Senator Harlow of the United Front.”
The image cuts again to a sharply dressed announcer “I am joined by Representative LaGrange of Eden, member of the Colonial Defense Committee and proponent of current operations on the Boskaran frontier.”
“Representative, how do you justify our continued operations against the Boskara when is seems, many citizens are questioning the logic behind such action.”
LaGrange smile was plastic as he answered, “It's obvious that it is our duty as a species to bring their troubled worlds under control while simultaneously ensuring the security of our trade routes and economy. Much like the Haakonish it is vital that we integrate the Boskara into our society. Anything less will insure generations of strife between our species.”
The announcer feigned a look of skepticism in the way only a member of the media can. “But what would you say to the concerns of your constituents? And what is your opinion about the United Front and its recent absorption of other political movements such as Primi Homines? And more importantly their growing numbers in the Senate?
A slight twinge of disgust and panic washed over the Representative, “It is well known that the United Front preaches a doctrine of human exceptionalism. These kinds of ideas are relics of our distant past and are simply byproducts of fear. Fear of the unknown, the fear of change, we must stick to our traditional values if the Confederation is to be a leader in the Galactic community.”
“On the topic of the Boskara do you have anything to say about the calling up of reserve Army units or the rumors of a massive influx of wounded service men and women to military hospitals in the core worlds?” The announcer knew this was his chance. “What do you have to say to their families?”
Sweat was forming on LaGrages brow, “I cannot comment on operations at this time.”
1034UST 13.05.2774 Xeno Relations Committee (closed door session) – Colonial Senate - Earth
The committee chamber on the south side of the capital tower was unusually quiet considering the topics at hand. The chairman paused for a moment before continuing his briefing.
“We are sure of the translations. The refugees are adamant that they are from an ancient civilization known, roughly, as the Bipan Conglomerate. This does not, however, mean that this civilization consisted of the same species. According to research thus far this Conglomerate consisted of up to five difference species across thousands of light years with the refugees being known as the Shadar.” Chairman Cabral, a portly old veteran of the Senate, paused again; this time for effect and a much needed sip of water.
“The most recent data, as of yesterday, indicates that their home system may indeed been at or near what we know as the Umwatt system.”
Murmurs rippled through the deathly silent room.
“Please, everyone, please. This information cannot be confirmed for certain. Xenologists are having to fabricate new means to translate and decipher the Shadar's language and communication systems. As we have discussed before their technology also relies on their unique physiology in which series of hormones and pheromones are used to communicate certain syntax in information exchange. It's all very complicated of course.”
Cabral paused yet again rubbing his eyes. He was beginning to feel his age. “As you know the refugees have been allowed to settle in the Dintaal system with a portion on its way to the Umwatt system, for the sake a research.”
The holoscreen abruptly changed. “Moving on, our new neighbors to the south known as the Quameno Information Authority have contacted us concerning...”
The Colonial Confederation Ep. 3
Link:http://youtu.be/XePd_FnXTdU
The Boskara in Brief
Colonial Naval Intelligence – Xenology Division
Knowns: The Boskara are a very aggressive multi-armed insectoid race that inhabit hot volcanic or desert worlds. Recent contact with the Karack Maar Boskara suggests that Boskarian culture has been built around the idea of expansion through conquest. Long range reconnaissance of Karack Maar worlds indicate that they possess a large fleet capable of extended operations in unfriendly space. Experience from Operation Black Shield shows that the Boskara possess incredible physical power in close combat situations and are very skilled in urban combat. This coupled with their unrestricted use of WMD make for a very dangerous situation to any frontier colonies. It is the recommendation of this committee that the Colonial Military take extra measures to defend our colonial holdings. At this time the Karack Maar Boskara are taking a stand-offish approach to dealings with us but have gone as far as making threats to exploration ships and dignitaries alike. It would be prudent to begin planning contingencies for armed conflict with the Boskara.
Attention: It is the recommendation of this committee that no mention of our actions in Operation Black Shield ever reach the Karack Maar. If this happens it could very well give a Casus Belli for the Karack Maar to reclaim their lost colonies on our western frontier.
Our research into the cause of the civil conflicts on all of the Boskara planets points back to the event known to the Boskara as The Great Sundering War against the Umwatt civilization. (The Umwatt’s were known to the Boskara as the Undesirables) records retrieved from the Boskarian worlds are incomplete or still in the process of be decrypted. Regardless of the causes of the conflict there was a point late in the war in which the Boskara were near victory when a dissenting faction broke away from Maar authority and began a costly civil war in their home worlds. At this point the Umwatts were able to gain an upper hand in the conflict and pushed the Boskara past the western approaches of our current western frontier. At this time the Boskara released what is only known as The Cleansing against the Umwatt and their allies. We believe this to be a biological or chemical agent which devastated the Umwatt civilization. Although the Boskara won the war against the Umwatt civilization all contact between the frontier worlds and the Karack Maar authority ceased. The effect this civil conflict has on the Karack Maar is unknown. (Addendum: reconnaissance from exploration ships and Star Fighter LRRP suggests the Karack Maar military vastly outstrips ours and civilian traffic is thriving. It is safe to assume the civil strife has been resolved.)
Unknowns: The relationship between the Karack Maar Boskara and the Umwatt’s. How and why the Karack Maar hold humans as subjects. The disposition and intent of the Karack Maar.
The Boskara in Brief
Colonial Naval Intelligence – Xenology Division
Knowns: The Boskara are a very aggressive multi-armed insectoid race that inhabit hot volcanic or desert worlds. Recent contact with the Karack Maar Boskara suggests that Boskarian culture has been built around the idea of expansion through conquest. Long range reconnaissance of Karack Maar worlds indicate that they possess a large fleet capable of extended operations in unfriendly space. Experience from Operation Black Shield shows that the Boskara possess incredible physical power in close combat situations and are very skilled in urban combat. This coupled with their unrestricted use of WMD make for a very dangerous situation to any frontier colonies. It is the recommendation of this committee that the Colonial Military take extra measures to defend our colonial holdings. At this time the Karack Maar Boskara are taking a stand-offish approach to dealings with us but have gone as far as making threats to exploration ships and dignitaries alike. It would be prudent to begin planning contingencies for armed conflict with the Boskara.
Attention: It is the recommendation of this committee that no mention of our actions in Operation Black Shield ever reach the Karack Maar. If this happens it could very well give a Casus Belli for the Karack Maar to reclaim their lost colonies on our western frontier.
Our research into the cause of the civil conflicts on all of the Boskara planets points back to the event known to the Boskara as The Great Sundering War against the Umwatt civilization. (The Umwatt’s were known to the Boskara as the Undesirables) records retrieved from the Boskarian worlds are incomplete or still in the process of be decrypted. Regardless of the causes of the conflict there was a point late in the war in which the Boskara were near victory when a dissenting faction broke away from Maar authority and began a costly civil war in their home worlds. At this point the Umwatts were able to gain an upper hand in the conflict and pushed the Boskara past the western approaches of our current western frontier. At this time the Boskara released what is only known as The Cleansing against the Umwatt and their allies. We believe this to be a biological or chemical agent which devastated the Umwatt civilization. Although the Boskara won the war against the Umwatt civilization all contact between the frontier worlds and the Karack Maar authority ceased. The effect this civil conflict has on the Karack Maar is unknown. (Addendum: reconnaissance from exploration ships and Star Fighter LRRP suggests the Karack Maar military vastly outstrips ours and civilian traffic is thriving. It is safe to assume the civil strife has been resolved.)
Unknowns: The relationship between the Karack Maar Boskara and the Umwatt’s. How and why the Karack Maar hold humans as subjects. The disposition and intent of the Karack Maar.
The Colonial Confederation: Episode 2
Link:http://youtu.be/YN1g6VNNEUc
Classified
Delta Security Level Clearance Required – Eyes Only
Operation: Black Shield Debrief
Colonial Naval Intelligence, Colonial Navy, Grand Admiral Attar cmd.
Mission: Remove the threat of Boskara incursions into Confederation space and bring peace to the Boskarian worlds which were in a state of perpetual civil war. Secure space lanes to the target systems and begin buildup of military installations to combat the perceived threat to the galactic west.
Intelligence: Information gathered prior to the invasion of Anseun 1 and Wigu 1 from orbital recon showed that on every world, excluding Mureshen 1, the Boskara populace was in a state of civil war. Three separate powers were vying for control of their respective planets. Analysis showed that, within Boskarian culture, there was little distinguishing the civilian populations, male and female included, and that the conflicts had been going on for several millenia (Excluding Mureshen 1) . Evidence of wide use of weapons of mass destruction (most notably nuclear and chemical) was found on every planet. Despite the existence of two or more warring factions there was a surprising uniformity amongst the weapons of the Boskarians which gives weight to the suggestion that these Boskarians were once part of the Karack Maar Boskara. (Karack meaning Rule of or Controller, Maar standing for the House Maar of the Boskara) The debrief of the surviving Karmal's ( a Boskarian military command) found that the split happened many millenia prior during, what is known by the Boskar as, the Great Sundering War against the Umwatt civilization. Further analysis of this conflict is underway.
Friendly Forces: Colonial Military Theater West (CMTW): Colonial Task Force 1 (CTF-1 “Sword”) Colonial Task Force 2 (CTF-2 “Shield”), I Corp Colonial Army, V Corp Colonial Army, 2nd Colonial Marine Expeditionary Force (2nd CMEF), 3rd CMEF, 4th CMEF, 5th CMEF, 1st Colonial Special Operations Command (CSOC), Colonial Xeno-Internment/Re-patronization Command, Task Force for Frontier Consolidation (TFFC).
Enemy Forces: >800k Regular Boskarian Forces. >1M Civilian Volunteers. Mureshen 1 Defense Fleet. The Boskarians, unlike the Haakonish, did not have limits on the application of force and would use WMD to full effect on the landings at Anseun 1 and Wigu 1.
Execution: The first landings to place at Anseun 1 and Wigu 1. Both initial landings were nearly repelled by the boskarian use of tactical nuclear weapons on the landing sites. Further use of chemical weapons on follow on forces showed that the enemy would go to any length to preserve their sovereignty. After the nearly disastrous landing at LZ Quasar on Ansuen 1 commanders were given the authorization to release the chemical agent known as Pheropsophus-S (aka: P.S.). Pheropsophus-S was used to great effect against the Boskara due to it's resilience in high temperature environments and its corrosive properties when in contact with Boskarian exoskeletons. What were coined by the press as Rock and Shock missions, the use of High Explosive ordinance followed by P .S. release became a daily occurrence during the ground combat phase. Our quick victories on all the planets before Mureshen 1 can be attributed to the ongoing civil conflicts. Lessons learned from the first few months of the operation were applied to the invasions if Iclaff, Boskar 1, and Smole. Combat during these invasions were highlighted by the use of precision guided munitions, the introduction of the MK.III battle armor system, and the intense urban combat. Of all 32 vanguard brigades no single brigade left their AO without >70% WIA rate. During the Battle of Mureshan 1 our Colonial forces met with a Boskarian planet that was unified, the victor of the separation wars having been decided centuries earlier. A small defense fleet the orbited Mureshan 1 was quickly dispatched by elements of CTF-1 and CTF-2. The initial landings on Mureshan 1 were met with heavier than expected resistance. Heavy casualties were seen on the first few days of combat, several thousand of which were due to the Boskarian use of nuclear weapons. Within three days the whole of V Corps and the surviving elements of 3rd CMEF were contained in a defensive perimeter 500km in diameter around the hilly terrain known as the mount. Only the liberal use of HE/P.S., orbital, and drone based fire support kept the Mount from being overrun. After a week of intense fighting a second landing was made by I Corps behind enemy lines and quickly turned the tide. The following breakout and ensuing assault of major population centers caused more causalities amongst colonial ground forces. On 2771.02.08 what was left of the planets governing authority surrendered unconditionally after an operation by CSOC killed or incapacitated the entirety of Boskarian high command and staff. Investigations are underway concerning the reports of reprisals carried out by Colonial forces. At this time 427 individuals are under investigation for Crimes Against Sentient species.
Classified
Delta Security Level Clearance Required – Eyes Only
Operation: Black Shield Debrief
Colonial Naval Intelligence, Colonial Navy, Grand Admiral Attar cmd.
Mission: Remove the threat of Boskara incursions into Confederation space and bring peace to the Boskarian worlds which were in a state of perpetual civil war. Secure space lanes to the target systems and begin buildup of military installations to combat the perceived threat to the galactic west.
Intelligence: Information gathered prior to the invasion of Anseun 1 and Wigu 1 from orbital recon showed that on every world, excluding Mureshen 1, the Boskara populace was in a state of civil war. Three separate powers were vying for control of their respective planets. Analysis showed that, within Boskarian culture, there was little distinguishing the civilian populations, male and female included, and that the conflicts had been going on for several millenia (Excluding Mureshen 1) . Evidence of wide use of weapons of mass destruction (most notably nuclear and chemical) was found on every planet. Despite the existence of two or more warring factions there was a surprising uniformity amongst the weapons of the Boskarians which gives weight to the suggestion that these Boskarians were once part of the Karack Maar Boskara. (Karack meaning Rule of or Controller, Maar standing for the House Maar of the Boskara) The debrief of the surviving Karmal's ( a Boskarian military command) found that the split happened many millenia prior during, what is known by the Boskar as, the Great Sundering War against the Umwatt civilization. Further analysis of this conflict is underway.
Friendly Forces: Colonial Military Theater West (CMTW): Colonial Task Force 1 (CTF-1 “Sword”) Colonial Task Force 2 (CTF-2 “Shield”), I Corp Colonial Army, V Corp Colonial Army, 2nd Colonial Marine Expeditionary Force (2nd CMEF), 3rd CMEF, 4th CMEF, 5th CMEF, 1st Colonial Special Operations Command (CSOC), Colonial Xeno-Internment/Re-patronization Command, Task Force for Frontier Consolidation (TFFC).
Enemy Forces: >800k Regular Boskarian Forces. >1M Civilian Volunteers. Mureshen 1 Defense Fleet. The Boskarians, unlike the Haakonish, did not have limits on the application of force and would use WMD to full effect on the landings at Anseun 1 and Wigu 1.
Execution: The first landings to place at Anseun 1 and Wigu 1. Both initial landings were nearly repelled by the boskarian use of tactical nuclear weapons on the landing sites. Further use of chemical weapons on follow on forces showed that the enemy would go to any length to preserve their sovereignty. After the nearly disastrous landing at LZ Quasar on Ansuen 1 commanders were given the authorization to release the chemical agent known as Pheropsophus-S (aka: P.S.). Pheropsophus-S was used to great effect against the Boskara due to it's resilience in high temperature environments and its corrosive properties when in contact with Boskarian exoskeletons. What were coined by the press as Rock and Shock missions, the use of High Explosive ordinance followed by P .S. release became a daily occurrence during the ground combat phase. Our quick victories on all the planets before Mureshen 1 can be attributed to the ongoing civil conflicts. Lessons learned from the first few months of the operation were applied to the invasions if Iclaff, Boskar 1, and Smole. Combat during these invasions were highlighted by the use of precision guided munitions, the introduction of the MK.III battle armor system, and the intense urban combat. Of all 32 vanguard brigades no single brigade left their AO without >70% WIA rate. During the Battle of Mureshan 1 our Colonial forces met with a Boskarian planet that was unified, the victor of the separation wars having been decided centuries earlier. A small defense fleet the orbited Mureshan 1 was quickly dispatched by elements of CTF-1 and CTF-2. The initial landings on Mureshan 1 were met with heavier than expected resistance. Heavy casualties were seen on the first few days of combat, several thousand of which were due to the Boskarian use of nuclear weapons. Within three days the whole of V Corps and the surviving elements of 3rd CMEF were contained in a defensive perimeter 500km in diameter around the hilly terrain known as the mount. Only the liberal use of HE/P.S., orbital, and drone based fire support kept the Mount from being overrun. After a week of intense fighting a second landing was made by I Corps behind enemy lines and quickly turned the tide. The following breakout and ensuing assault of major population centers caused more causalities amongst colonial ground forces. On 2771.02.08 what was left of the planets governing authority surrendered unconditionally after an operation by CSOC killed or incapacitated the entirety of Boskarian high command and staff. Investigations are underway concerning the reports of reprisals carried out by Colonial forces. At this time 427 individuals are under investigation for Crimes Against Sentient species.
The Colonial Confederation: Episode 1
Link:http://youtu.be/o185aMlI9Qw
1211UST 15.2.2768 Civil Defense Bunker 0118 – Terra Nova
The lights in the bunker shone blue over the survivors huddled in the recesses of the concrete shelter. Above them the world sounded like it was being torn apart and the room shook as buildings fell above. Tony looked around the now dimly lit room to see over a hundred people starting intently at the door behind him, too terrified to make a sound. He was the last person to scramble into the bunker door, his wife having fell behind when she was consumed by the mist. When he looked back at her from the last the sight was to ghastly to bear. Skin was torn from muscle and limbs vanished while she was still moving to the safety of the bunker. No one deserved to die like that.
There was a sudden silence outside that made his ears ring. The ringing slowly became louder and louder as seconds slipped by. Tony first knew something was wrong when his skin began to itch around his eyes and ears. His hearing failed the same moment the bunker turned red. A pain began shooting over his body that was impossible to describe at the same moment he noticed a thin smoke coming from the air ducts. The last thing he ever saw was the other victims falling apart before him in voiceless screams.
0625UST 29.7.2768 XC922 MSS – Sector K5
“Sir, the task force has surrounded the NMA (Nano-Machine Anomaly) and is already to engage. All fighters have cleared the bays”
Vice Admiral Vasiliev stood like a statue in the Anseun's makeshift CIC. Real-time and tactical displays danced in the center of the dark room, there was no ferroglass in which to gaze upon the melee itself.
“Tactical, focus on the mist itself”, Vasiliev drew deep on his wooden pipe.
Around him enlisted technicians, all experts in xenotechnology, rerouted power and toggled mazes of switches. Most of the controls of the ship were analogued to more familiar hardware as the alien technology was impossible to use without multiple limbs or a central nervous system which you could plug in.
The Silver Mist, as it was called by the last reports from the doomed colony at Terra Nova, was a constantly shimmering cloud that was now lurching toward the CSS Swift. Research on those nano machines that were recovered suggested that, although numerous, the cloud could be effectively destroyed by using area target weapons such as Flak shells from the Maxos blasters and point defense weapons. There was a hierarchy to the nano-machines that meant there was a central control machine for every 100,000 bots. If the controller was hit all of the subsidiary machines would be taken offline. The trick is putting enough ordinance downrange to destroy the controllers.
The CSS Swift opened fire as the cloud descended upon it, the Flak rounds from the blasters creating massive holes in the cloud from the clustered sub-munitions that were quickly filled in by the rest of the swarm. The four fighter/bombers for Avenger wing, the first active fighter wing in the Colonial Navy, closed on the rear of the cloud launching fragmentation missiles and firing HE-FRAG rounds from their forward mounted cannons. The fighter flipped around in uniform fashion to deliver more ordinance, deftly avoiding the clouds reach as they finished their attack runs.
The mist rolled over the CSS Swift like an avalanche, the shields flaring as hundreds of thousands of nano-machines kamikazed to allow others to reach the hull. As soon as the mist made its pass it was clear that the Swift had taken significant damage.
“Hail the Swift, I want Captain Hall to give me a damage report.” Vasiliev said, still focused on the CIC.
“Sir, the bridge of the Swift has been destroyed. Captain Hall has not yet reported to the Secondary CIC. Lt. Commander Pike is now in command. ETA 37 seconds until jump.”
“Relay to the ships of the task force, keep your distance from the mist, concentrate all fire on the center at all times. How long until the Daedlus cannons are in range?”
The tactical officer had a eager gleam in his eyes, “40 seconds at this speed sir, the weapon is charged and ready to fire.”
As the mist made another pass on the Swift the entire starboard wing of the taskforce opened fire. Fire several seconds the resulting explosions made it seem as both the mist and the Swift were atomized. The mist finished it's run on the Swift a shadow of its former self and soon after the Swift jumped safely away.
“Daedlus charge at critical mass.” The tactical officer yelled over his shoulder.
“Do it”
The heat from the cannons discharge could be felt through the hull. A thick beam of red and orange energy lashed through the mist and scorched the shields of every ship in the starboard wing of the task force. A second blast from the Daedlus nearly put Vasiliev on his behind. The mist was a ragged shadow against the light of the systems parent star when the final blast vaporized the last of the nano-machines.
Inter Solar News Brief 0725UST 04.10.2769 -Earth
-...in other news, two transports carrying Boskara and Gizurean workers bound for Io came under attack from the terrorist and pirate group known as Prometheus. Several high explosive charges detonated simultaneously in the passenger compartments of the Solar Endeavor and Eve Ranger killing 1271 workers and wounding several others. Eagle security forces found traces of military grade explosives in the investigation, explosives which should have been easily detectable. Suggestions of the possibility of accomplices inside the security forces were denied by both ESF and CSF representatives. Primi Homines, the far-right political party which earlier this year endorsed Prometheus as a valuable activist group, was quick to condem the violent acts. A statement released by the group lawyer “Regretted the attack on private property” and “the wounding of several valuable human crew members.”
“In other news, new images from the Urd Pardrun debris field show that...”
1211UST 15.2.2768 Civil Defense Bunker 0118 – Terra Nova
The lights in the bunker shone blue over the survivors huddled in the recesses of the concrete shelter. Above them the world sounded like it was being torn apart and the room shook as buildings fell above. Tony looked around the now dimly lit room to see over a hundred people starting intently at the door behind him, too terrified to make a sound. He was the last person to scramble into the bunker door, his wife having fell behind when she was consumed by the mist. When he looked back at her from the last the sight was to ghastly to bear. Skin was torn from muscle and limbs vanished while she was still moving to the safety of the bunker. No one deserved to die like that.
There was a sudden silence outside that made his ears ring. The ringing slowly became louder and louder as seconds slipped by. Tony first knew something was wrong when his skin began to itch around his eyes and ears. His hearing failed the same moment the bunker turned red. A pain began shooting over his body that was impossible to describe at the same moment he noticed a thin smoke coming from the air ducts. The last thing he ever saw was the other victims falling apart before him in voiceless screams.
0625UST 29.7.2768 XC922 MSS – Sector K5
“Sir, the task force has surrounded the NMA (Nano-Machine Anomaly) and is already to engage. All fighters have cleared the bays”
Vice Admiral Vasiliev stood like a statue in the Anseun's makeshift CIC. Real-time and tactical displays danced in the center of the dark room, there was no ferroglass in which to gaze upon the melee itself.
“Tactical, focus on the mist itself”, Vasiliev drew deep on his wooden pipe.
Around him enlisted technicians, all experts in xenotechnology, rerouted power and toggled mazes of switches. Most of the controls of the ship were analogued to more familiar hardware as the alien technology was impossible to use without multiple limbs or a central nervous system which you could plug in.
The Silver Mist, as it was called by the last reports from the doomed colony at Terra Nova, was a constantly shimmering cloud that was now lurching toward the CSS Swift. Research on those nano machines that were recovered suggested that, although numerous, the cloud could be effectively destroyed by using area target weapons such as Flak shells from the Maxos blasters and point defense weapons. There was a hierarchy to the nano-machines that meant there was a central control machine for every 100,000 bots. If the controller was hit all of the subsidiary machines would be taken offline. The trick is putting enough ordinance downrange to destroy the controllers.
The CSS Swift opened fire as the cloud descended upon it, the Flak rounds from the blasters creating massive holes in the cloud from the clustered sub-munitions that were quickly filled in by the rest of the swarm. The four fighter/bombers for Avenger wing, the first active fighter wing in the Colonial Navy, closed on the rear of the cloud launching fragmentation missiles and firing HE-FRAG rounds from their forward mounted cannons. The fighter flipped around in uniform fashion to deliver more ordinance, deftly avoiding the clouds reach as they finished their attack runs.
The mist rolled over the CSS Swift like an avalanche, the shields flaring as hundreds of thousands of nano-machines kamikazed to allow others to reach the hull. As soon as the mist made its pass it was clear that the Swift had taken significant damage.
“Hail the Swift, I want Captain Hall to give me a damage report.” Vasiliev said, still focused on the CIC.
“Sir, the bridge of the Swift has been destroyed. Captain Hall has not yet reported to the Secondary CIC. Lt. Commander Pike is now in command. ETA 37 seconds until jump.”
“Relay to the ships of the task force, keep your distance from the mist, concentrate all fire on the center at all times. How long until the Daedlus cannons are in range?”
The tactical officer had a eager gleam in his eyes, “40 seconds at this speed sir, the weapon is charged and ready to fire.”
As the mist made another pass on the Swift the entire starboard wing of the taskforce opened fire. Fire several seconds the resulting explosions made it seem as both the mist and the Swift were atomized. The mist finished it's run on the Swift a shadow of its former self and soon after the Swift jumped safely away.
“Daedlus charge at critical mass.” The tactical officer yelled over his shoulder.
“Do it”
The heat from the cannons discharge could be felt through the hull. A thick beam of red and orange energy lashed through the mist and scorched the shields of every ship in the starboard wing of the task force. A second blast from the Daedlus nearly put Vasiliev on his behind. The mist was a ragged shadow against the light of the systems parent star when the final blast vaporized the last of the nano-machines.
Inter Solar News Brief 0725UST 04.10.2769 -Earth
-...in other news, two transports carrying Boskara and Gizurean workers bound for Io came under attack from the terrorist and pirate group known as Prometheus. Several high explosive charges detonated simultaneously in the passenger compartments of the Solar Endeavor and Eve Ranger killing 1271 workers and wounding several others. Eagle security forces found traces of military grade explosives in the investigation, explosives which should have been easily detectable. Suggestions of the possibility of accomplices inside the security forces were denied by both ESF and CSF representatives. Primi Homines, the far-right political party which earlier this year endorsed Prometheus as a valuable activist group, was quick to condem the violent acts. A statement released by the group lawyer “Regretted the attack on private property” and “the wounding of several valuable human crew members.”
“In other news, new images from the Urd Pardrun debris field show that...”