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The Codexian Saga LP
- Thread starter The Barbarian
- Start date
The Barbarian
Liturgist
The Barbarian thanks you, LazyD.
Licenses win by a margin of four to one.
Update is forthcoming.
Licenses win by a margin of four to one.
Update is forthcoming.
The Barbarian
Liturgist
Oh, noes!
This decision, like many others before it, had reason as a calming backdrop. A rational, empirical chain of logic existed, which inevitably drove the policy makers to the conclusion in question. It did not take on the appearance of calamity immediately. In fact, for more than a decade it was a roaring success. Exploration licenses were bought by, quite literally, throngs of the bravest - if not brightest - Codexians. They fanned out across hundreds of stars, searching for the ultimate prize: Paradise. And, eventually, they found it, much to the government's relief. Alexandros, of the CSS Ghostdog, was the first Codexian to land on Xanadu, a lush garden world of tranquil green lakes and blue fields.
This young, beautiful world did not become Codexianity's second home immediately. Rather, it became a beacon of hope for the masses. Some day, the teeming billions of Codexia would have the living space they needed. Hope for the future. It was a notion the people could really get behind. The colonization effort that followed the monumental discovery dwarfed anything that had come before it. By 150AU, almost two hundred thousand men and women were poking and prodding Xanadu's expanses - as well as each other. It seemed as if our collective problems were resolved in one flicker of a planetary scanner's screen. Destiny smiled upon Codexia. The sky was the limit. Other idioms were invoked, in this heady time. Historians would come to label it differently.
On 15 June 152AU, a grizzled veteran of the void, Mads Bringer, stumbled upon a system that, at first instance, looked to be utterly inconsequential. Yet, that fateful day, Bringer would pick up a puzzling signal from the system's extensive asteroid field. He was, after all, the only explorer with a license to roam in this sector. Curious as to its origin - and eager to nail some asshole to the wall for encroaching on his territory - Bringer began a sustained pursuit. By the end of the second day, and after suffering the total silence of his quarry in the face of many attempts at communication, Bringer fired explosive tipped survey drones at the other vessel.
He was not an overly vicious man. The makeshift weapon was intended only to serve as a warning to the duplicitous scoundrel on the other end. In any case, the drone was destroyed mid-flight. Understandably, Bringer panicked, and began a 'strategic withdrawal' from the system. He escaped, and ran to the nearest Codexian outpost to report the incident. He needn't have bothered. Within two months (and only weeks following his return), attacks were being reported against Codexian assets across the Colonial Territory. Ships and outposts had begun disappearing, with nary a trace.
The worst-case scenario of Codexianity's first contact had just played out. It was at war with an unidentified foe, who had so far made no attempt to communicate, during its obliteration of Codexian vessels and their crews. The attacks steadily increased in frequency, and scale. Something had to be done.
Do you... mobilize Codexia immediately, and unleash the dogs of war?
OR
Do you... explore alternate means of ending the conflict, while trying to keep it contained and on the fringes of Codexian space?
This decision, like many others before it, had reason as a calming backdrop. A rational, empirical chain of logic existed, which inevitably drove the policy makers to the conclusion in question. It did not take on the appearance of calamity immediately. In fact, for more than a decade it was a roaring success. Exploration licenses were bought by, quite literally, throngs of the bravest - if not brightest - Codexians. They fanned out across hundreds of stars, searching for the ultimate prize: Paradise. And, eventually, they found it, much to the government's relief. Alexandros, of the CSS Ghostdog, was the first Codexian to land on Xanadu, a lush garden world of tranquil green lakes and blue fields.
This young, beautiful world did not become Codexianity's second home immediately. Rather, it became a beacon of hope for the masses. Some day, the teeming billions of Codexia would have the living space they needed. Hope for the future. It was a notion the people could really get behind. The colonization effort that followed the monumental discovery dwarfed anything that had come before it. By 150AU, almost two hundred thousand men and women were poking and prodding Xanadu's expanses - as well as each other. It seemed as if our collective problems were resolved in one flicker of a planetary scanner's screen. Destiny smiled upon Codexia. The sky was the limit. Other idioms were invoked, in this heady time. Historians would come to label it differently.
On 15 June 152AU, a grizzled veteran of the void, Mads Bringer, stumbled upon a system that, at first instance, looked to be utterly inconsequential. Yet, that fateful day, Bringer would pick up a puzzling signal from the system's extensive asteroid field. He was, after all, the only explorer with a license to roam in this sector. Curious as to its origin - and eager to nail some asshole to the wall for encroaching on his territory - Bringer began a sustained pursuit. By the end of the second day, and after suffering the total silence of his quarry in the face of many attempts at communication, Bringer fired explosive tipped survey drones at the other vessel.
He was not an overly vicious man. The makeshift weapon was intended only to serve as a warning to the duplicitous scoundrel on the other end. In any case, the drone was destroyed mid-flight. Understandably, Bringer panicked, and began a 'strategic withdrawal' from the system. He escaped, and ran to the nearest Codexian outpost to report the incident. He needn't have bothered. Within two months (and only weeks following his return), attacks were being reported against Codexian assets across the Colonial Territory. Ships and outposts had begun disappearing, with nary a trace.
The worst-case scenario of Codexianity's first contact had just played out. It was at war with an unidentified foe, who had so far made no attempt to communicate, during its obliteration of Codexian vessels and their crews. The attacks steadily increased in frequency, and scale. Something had to be done.
Do you... mobilize Codexia immediately, and unleash the dogs of war?
OR
Do you... explore alternate means of ending the conflict, while trying to keep it contained and on the fringes of Codexian space?
madbringer
Arcane
BURN THE HERETIC, KILL THE MUTANT, PURGE THE UNCLEAN!
Black Cat
Magister
We should look for alternate means of ending the conflict. What's the option, game over in page three?
The Barbarian
Liturgist
War option wins by eight to four.
Update forthcoming.
Update forthcoming.
laclongquan
Arcane
Damnit! Too late to join the vote poll. So the uncultured louts got their way.
Whoever heard of attacking before gathering proper intel and gear up the war industries? Who and where and by which would you attack?
Whoever heard of attacking before gathering proper intel and gear up the war industries? Who and where and by which would you attack?
The Barbarian
Liturgist
'Codexia wants you!'
The posters were splayed all over Codexia itself. Stock footage from brutally attacked vessels played day and night on television channels across the Codexian sphere. Rousing speeches propped up the fighting spirit of the masses in rallies attended by millions. Codexia would go to war. It would unleash Codexianity's rage against the unseen enemy. They would, in their turn, come to understand the depth of their mistake. This was the Codexian pledge. The engines of war were spooled up with unheard of rapidity. When survival was at stake, Codexians were determined to not be found wanting. Civilian factories were retooled, ready to churn out the means by which our people's enemies would be destroyed. War materiel stocks were replenished. The people was ready.
The enemy, however, did not co-operate. Striking with ease against hapless human targets, they broke the back of the war effort in the outer colonies before it had truly even been set into motion. Logistical trains were ambushed repeatedly at warp points - thousands perished without cognizance of the threat they faced. Codexian fleets were slowly chewed up by a tactically precise, capable foe, who always seemed to know more of the battlefield than its human adversary. Stand up fights were few and far between, and seldom in favour of the demoralized defenders. Amidst the carnage, the unanswered question remained; where was the enemy coming from? Within eight months of its unfortunate onset, the conflict was clearly turning into a potentially fatal defeat for Codexia. Morale stayed up only with the most stringent of government propaganda efforts.
Overmatched across the technical spectrum, the hard pressed Codexians were faced with a choice of great significance.
Do you... invest heavily into weapons technology, to even the battlefield odds?
OR
Do you... invest heavily into sensor technology, in the hope of tracking the enemy forces more successfully, and learning what you can about them?
OR
Do you... institute conscription and martial law under a state of emergency, placing your hopes in victory through a brutal war of attrition?
OR
Do you... sue for peace immediately, in the attempt to stave off further destruction?
(More choices, so if any of them reaches three votes, it wins.)
The posters were splayed all over Codexia itself. Stock footage from brutally attacked vessels played day and night on television channels across the Codexian sphere. Rousing speeches propped up the fighting spirit of the masses in rallies attended by millions. Codexia would go to war. It would unleash Codexianity's rage against the unseen enemy. They would, in their turn, come to understand the depth of their mistake. This was the Codexian pledge. The engines of war were spooled up with unheard of rapidity. When survival was at stake, Codexians were determined to not be found wanting. Civilian factories were retooled, ready to churn out the means by which our people's enemies would be destroyed. War materiel stocks were replenished. The people was ready.
The enemy, however, did not co-operate. Striking with ease against hapless human targets, they broke the back of the war effort in the outer colonies before it had truly even been set into motion. Logistical trains were ambushed repeatedly at warp points - thousands perished without cognizance of the threat they faced. Codexian fleets were slowly chewed up by a tactically precise, capable foe, who always seemed to know more of the battlefield than its human adversary. Stand up fights were few and far between, and seldom in favour of the demoralized defenders. Amidst the carnage, the unanswered question remained; where was the enemy coming from? Within eight months of its unfortunate onset, the conflict was clearly turning into a potentially fatal defeat for Codexia. Morale stayed up only with the most stringent of government propaganda efforts.
Overmatched across the technical spectrum, the hard pressed Codexians were faced with a choice of great significance.
Do you... invest heavily into weapons technology, to even the battlefield odds?
OR
Do you... invest heavily into sensor technology, in the hope of tracking the enemy forces more successfully, and learning what you can about them?
OR
Do you... institute conscription and martial law under a state of emergency, placing your hopes in victory through a brutal war of attrition?
OR
Do you... sue for peace immediately, in the attempt to stave off further destruction?
(More choices, so if any of them reaches three votes, it wins.)
laclongquan
Arcane
The goddamned Codexians have committed to two mistakes: follow the fucking wormhole research, and attack before properation. Wyrmhole allow easy ambush and rigidity in tactics. lack of preparation of course lead to pisspoor performance.
The proper course is ask for a peace treaty (so you can properly rearm), research new sensor tech (to offset the wyrmhole weakness) and gather info.
So:
PEACE TREATY NOW!
The proper course is ask for a peace treaty (so you can properly rearm), research new sensor tech (to offset the wyrmhole weakness) and gather info.
So:
PEACE TREATY NOW!
The Barbarian
Liturgist
In the Barbarian's mind, this entire exercise is predicated on common sense. Removing mechanics from the proceedings allows us to explore choice and consequence more fully. Of course, hitherto, most choices have been binary. However, you will come to notice that previous choices inform future ones. The voters should remember their previous choices. The Barbarian most certainly is.
Conan enjoys creating worlds. He hopes that you enjoy the one we are constructing here. The next update will feature a State of the Union address, outlining Codexia's current situation, as well as the normal CnC.
Conan enjoys creating worlds. He hopes that you enjoy the one we are constructing here. The next update will feature a State of the Union address, outlining Codexia's current situation, as well as the normal CnC.
juggernaut
Educated
laclongquan makes good points, and under different circumstances I would agree with him, but you have given me the choice of more dakka and I must take it. Option A!
The Barbarian
Liturgist
Two votes for Sensors.
One vote for Weapons.
One vote for Peace.
One vote for Weapons.
One vote for Peace.
Sensors, to see what could not been seen.
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