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Concordance (Episode I: A Showing of the Flag)
« on: February 05, 2014, 04:59:08 PM »
March 2131, Somewhere over Vadim

Captain Ramos had only met the Concordant once, back in '26. Back then, the Concordant was on the ground, running the machinery of empire out of a windowless war room in Vanderberg Air Force Base. Come to think of it, the Concordant would always be on the ground in one way or another. Last Ramos had heard, they were moving him to permanent mobile quarters aboard the Raphael, a palatial warship designed to comfortably house him and his staff. He'd be a resident of space for the rest of his life...apparently, but he seemed like the sort of man who would always have his boots firmly on the ground. The day Ramos had been herded into his office with a handful of other junior officers, he'd seen a man solidly and happily behind the times: there were the requisite battlescreens and system overlays, but through some ingenious trick of photonics, the Concordant had arranged to have them laser-projected onto dark, mirror-like lacquered hardwood. His desk was a stocky oak monstrosity replete with globes of every world yet colonized...designed, apparently, to be just a bit too big to fit firmly in the Concordant's hand. The rear wall of the room had, mounted like the pelt of a hunted animal, a sprawling starmap of known space done up with ink and parchment. The thing was completely impractical, but imbued the entire room with a feeling of authority and absolute, archaic power. Leopoldo Franca, concordant of the nine worlds, was not an idiot. He knew the difficulties inherent in projecting the entirety of human exploration on parchment, it warped things, but it made the most important concept plainer: This was Franca's universe, and he would draw it however he saw fit. Ramos imagined that, even now, the Concordant's armed guard was disassembling the entire office, bit by bit, and rebuilding it aboard the Raphael. Woe betide whoever folded Franca's map incorrectly

Back then, Ramos had been the commander of a supply ship making runs to Monticello, carrying automated equipment designed to turn the planet from a nature preserve to a fully functional colony. The meeting had lasted exactly seven minutes. He entered the office, renounced his nationality, and handed over the access codes to his ship and its robotic cargo. The funny thing was, he didn't remember what Franca looked like at all...and Franca hadn't said a word. The room had done all the talking. The unconditional surrender of his ship had had its advantages. Now Ramos was the captain of the battlecruiser Monticello, a warship that easily possessed the requisite weaponry to destroy all life on the planet it was named for. The Monticello had 627 utterly loyal electroparticle weapons powerful enough to bore holes through asteroids, and a captain's office with a map of Monticello, done up in parchment and ink. He was in this room now, with his first mate, analyzing surface reports of another, darker world.

"Vadim is a lifeless husk." The first mate said, "Can't be more than three million people on it, and they're deep underground."
"It's seven million, actually." Ramos said, "And it's not their welfare I'm concerned about, it's...well it's nuanced."
"You have reservations about blowing up an unmanned communications post that was built fifty years ago..." The first mate said. "You must have some nuance indeed to contradict a direct order from the Concordant himself."

The sun was rising over the rocky curve of Vadim, beams lanced through the portal to Ramos' right, unpreturbed by the planet's thin atmosphere. 50,000 kilometers away, LP117 was rising as well. In 10 minutes, it would pass into the firing range of the Monticello's neon cannons, and be promptly atomized, as per the Concordant's instructions. The ship's science officer had concluded, in his final report on the matter, that the post would be rendered into ionic dust save for the bottom ~10%, and some bits near the top, none of which would have the slightest chance to damage surface settlements below. They would be flung out into space, or crash into the Seyit Kabuk outback near the planet's North Pole, the loneliest part of a lonely world, at the absolute backwater of Concordant space.

"Tell me commander," Ramos asked. "When you recieved your orders to blow LP117 out of the sky, what was the reason they gave you?"

"Weapons test." the first mate replied, "We've never tried targeting the neon cannons at fleet intercept speed. As a final-fire weapon it's fairly critical they work in a close-range, high-velocity encounter like this one, and..."

"And you didn't think it was the least bit suspicious that we had to fly clear out here, 2 weeks away from anything, to do that?"

"Well...those were my orders, so..."

"Commander you surely understand that you have my permission to speak freely on this matter. Contrary to what your former superiors on Titan might have told you, there are not covert listening devices embedded into every room on the ship."

The commander thought for quite some time, and then replied.

"Well in general folks back home are paranoid. I've heard the usual stories: That LP117 is some kind of secret communications hub for subterranean research labs of the old NATO-Russo order...that there's like, a freeze locker onboard that still has Ivanova Kuzmin's body in suspended animation..."

"But you don't think that?"

"No sir, I don't."

"Then what do you think."

"Frankly sir, this is a showing of the flag."


(Concordance of Worlds, Seal and Naval Insignia, Circa 2131)

"Explain..."

"Franca's trying to make a point. LP117 is the last piece of Nato-Russo infrastructure in space, and the Vadimi are the only folks that haven't come 'round to the new way of thinking. They've been able to persist so long because they're so far removed from everything, and because they live on a lifeless ball of rock with no strategic resources whatsoever...but Franca's gotta show them that we're out here too...that this is his lifeless ball of rock."

"A showing of the flag, huh?"

"It's an old naval term."

"We don't exactly have a flag."

"We have armor decals, and a weapon with an emissions signature that will be clearly visible from the surface."

Ramos sighed.

"Yes, this was more or less my take on the matter as well, though I'm not sure I've heard the exact term for it."

Ramos' first mate shrugged. "Well since we're speaking freely sir, I've got to ask: what are your extremely nuanced objections to a showing of the flag."

"It's hard to put into words." Ramos admitted, "And not because of the listening devices. It's just...well this is there world isn't it? By the terms of the Concordance of Worlds they own the place, we merely police it."

"They own the world," The first made said, "But past high orbit, it's ours, besides, it's not like they use it for anything."

"They specifically asked that we not destroy it." Ramos said, "A formal objection was lodged."

"And the Concordant formally considered the objection and then pcoketed it." The first mate said, "He has the right to do that, you know."

Ramos nodded. "We're going through with it, don't get me wrong. I just wanted to mention my objections to it, however lukewarm and abstract they might be."

"May I ask why?"

"Because number one, you'll outlive me, and in case you see a day where we've done more than simply show the flag to these people, I want you to know that at least one guy, out there at the very beginning of it all, had the right idea."

The commander nodded. A discreet, barely audible chirp registered from the weapons bridge outside, indicating the forward scanners had resolved LP117 to the targeting computer's satisfaction, and it was now a valid contact.

"But your orders still stand?" The commander asked, clearly not quite sure what he was doing in the Captain's office.

Ramos sighed. "Aye, the orders still stand. Show the flag, commander...."



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My Theodidactus, now I see that you are excessively simple of mind and more gullible than most. The Crystal Sphere you seek cannot be found in nature, look about you...wander the whole cosmos, and you will find nothing but the clear sweet breezes of the great ethereal ocean enclosed not by any bound
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #1 on: February 05, 2014, 05:17:23 PM »
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Monticello class Battlecruiser    25 000 tons     627 Crew     4896.96 BP      TCS 500  TH 3000  EM 0
6000 km/s     Armour 12-76     Shields 0-0     Sensors 14/1/0/0     Damage Control Rating 31     PPV 138
Maint Life 1.88 Years     MSP 1347    AFR 454%    IFR 6.3%    1YR 488    5YR 7327    Max Repair 187.5 MSP
Intended Deployment Time: 6 months    Spare Berths 0    
Magazine 276    

Concordance Council Standard Fusion Drive (8)    Power 375    Fuel Use 74.24%    Signature 375    Exp 12%
Fuel Capacity 3 850 000 Litres    Range 37.3 billion km   (72 days at full power)

Thiel Turbolaser (15)    Range 256 000km     TS: 6000 km/s     Power 16-0.2     RM 6    ROF 400        16 16 16 16 16 16 13 12 10 9
Anjo Antimissile Weapons System (2x6)    Range 1000 km     TS: 16000 km/s     ROF 5       Base 50% To Hit
Patel-Brusilov 10cm Astrocannon (5x4)    Range 50 000km     TS: 6000 km/s     Power 3-4     RM 5    ROF 5        1 1 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 0
Concordance Council 30cm Neon Cannon (5)    Range 240 000km     TS: 6000 km/s     Power 24-4     RM 1    ROF 30        24 12 8 6 4 4 3 3 2 2
Astrocannon Fire Control (1)    Max Range: 48 000 km   TS: 4000 km/s     79 58 38 17 0 0 0 0 0 0
Norman Long-Ranged Laser Fire Control (1)    Max Range: 256 000 km   TS: 4000 km/s     96 92 88 84 80 77 73 69 65 61
Zenith Spaceworks Fusion Core (1)     Total Power Output 16    Armour 0    Exp 5%
Tokamak Fusion Reactor (1)     Total Power Output 40    Armour 0    Exp 5%

Cobalt Torpedo Tube (6)    Missile Size 6    Rate of Fire 180
Gavilon H.U.D.  (1)     Range 5.0m km    Resolution 1
Cobalt Torpedo (46)  Speed: 50 000 km/s   End: 1.7m    Range: 5.2m km   WH: 20    Size: 6    TH: 250/150/75

Clarion EM-5 Naval Scanner (1)     GPS 28     Range 3.1m km    Resolution 1
Concordance Thermal Sensor (1)     Sensitivity 14     Detect Sig Strength 1000:  14m km

ECCM-2 (1)         ECM 20

Missile to hit chances are vs targets moving at 3000 km/s, 5000 km/s and 10,000 km/s

This design is classed as a Military Vessel for maintenance purposes
My Theodidactus, now I see that you are excessively simple of mind and more gullible than most. The Crystal Sphere you seek cannot be found in nature, look about you...wander the whole cosmos, and you will find nothing but the clear sweet breezes of the great ethereal ocean enclosed not by any bound
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #2 on: February 05, 2014, 11:00:14 PM »
I like it.
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #3 on: February 07, 2014, 05:16:59 PM »
What date did this campaign actually start?
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #4 on: February 07, 2014, 05:40:55 PM »
What date did this campaign actually start?

I started this campaign in 2020, played until 2120, then put it to a vote what "sort" of campaign it should be. I dressed it up like a political decision, but the voters were actually picking the genre, in a sense. I offered everything from a startreklike libertarian/liberal planned economy to a rugged, individualist everyone-for-themselves future with no central government at all. They picked the archaic naval dictatorship.
My Theodidactus, now I see that you are excessively simple of mind and more gullible than most. The Crystal Sphere you seek cannot be found in nature, look about you...wander the whole cosmos, and you will find nothing but the clear sweet breezes of the great ethereal ocean enclosed not by any bound
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #5 on: February 07, 2014, 06:00:38 PM »
I just realized the headline read "1931!"   :-[

Should have been 2131. And here I proofread this so closely.

This is not alt history.
My Theodidactus, now I see that you are excessively simple of mind and more gullible than most. The Crystal Sphere you seek cannot be found in nature, look about you...wander the whole cosmos, and you will find nothing but the clear sweet breezes of the great ethereal ocean enclosed not by any bound
 

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Re: A Showing of the Flag
« Reply #6 on: February 08, 2014, 10:33:15 AM »
Heads up, Ramos was subsequently discharged (honorably, but under suspicious criteria) in the 2132 military purge. no one knows exactly why the concordance chose to fire a fourth of its military staff, but they did all have one thing in common... http://aurora2.pentarch.org/index.php/board,19.0.html
My Theodidactus, now I see that you are excessively simple of mind and more gullible than most. The Crystal Sphere you seek cannot be found in nature, look about you...wander the whole cosmos, and you will find nothing but the clear sweet breezes of the great ethereal ocean enclosed not by any bound