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The APSHAIN FEDERATION is said to be in contact with the KRATEK HORDE. No other information about the encounter has been revealed. However, some officials are concerned that Kratek eating habits may only allow for limited diplomatic relations.

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JAHATH exploration fleets are reporting encounters with three different civilizations. JAHATH officials are not giving details but one source confirmed an encounter with the DEPRAN LEAGUE.

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EGN News reports a growing number of DREAD PIRATE fleet sightings in the M _ _ plane of the galaxy.

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RUBIDIUS mining fleets have initiated a tramp mining operation somewhere in the P_ _ plane of the galaxy.

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Gorkhan VII IFF transponders have been turned off. The cyber has masked. Intelligence agencies across known space are bracing for the worst.

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THE UNUSUAL CIRCUMSTANCE

By Terry Buchholz

Thridwald Urduwaht127
Brother of the Oligarchy and
Governor General of K’UTAL

Re: The Unusual Circumstance

Thrid 127:

What the unreasonable hell? At first glance I thought surely, the report that you sent to me cannot be true. Yet,Yet, No matter how hard I looked for some good news in your message, your failures stared unblinkingly right in my face.

First of all: Why you took it upon yourself to decide to over throw the local Planetary Government without Imperial Permission is unconscionable. It was ambitious true, but not your place at this time as a Newly Elected Brother of The Oligarchy and Governor General and leader of your Smuggling Center Command. One must wait one’s turn on use of Imperial Forces.

Secondly: Why you decided to stir up and Foment Religious Fervor and mix this with the MU / GU units which you commandeered is beyond reasonable. Never has this worked well in the past, as you clearly should have known from your Recent Studies at the Imperial Smuggling and War Tactics College.

Thirdly: By attacking and conquering the K’UTAL world you have slaughtered if you will the ‘Imperial Cash Cow’ which was the current Smuggling Run in this sector. Granted, in this at least we filled the coffers one last time from just before your untimely attack.

Fourthly: The Diversion of the Fleet Combat Air Arm, and the use of Marine Transports not once but twice…Well I have to admit that was inspired genius. But still the way in which you Falsified Orders and had a Planet Attacked in an allied space was reckless and unbelievably beyond your position as a New Brother of The Oligarchy.

Lastly: Again the Recklessness of the use of these Zealots along with the Commandeered Marine Units after and along with the Air Strikes, clearly lead to the situation in which, although later Fighter Strikes were recalled, the Guerrilla Attacks Continued. AND this is despite the fact that our ALLIES had taken the planet before the final GU attack. Clearly in your studies at the Imperial Smuggling and War Tactics College, surely, you must have run across the term ALLIES?

My first instinct is to have you ‘volunteer’ for the Imperial Marines, and lead First Wave in the next charge assault on some forgotten backwater planet. However, I have been reminded that being the Emperor’s Nephew has at least one perk. And the ISWTC is interested in just how you diverted the fleets to your own command.

So Nephew, congratulations on the Shortest Ever Governorship, the Shortest Ever Military Command, and creating the nearest incident yet to a Sector Wide InterstellarWar.

And of course, congratulations as well on your new Professorship at the ISWTC.

See you soon. Watch out for my shoe.

Emperor Rhotaris 13;
Lead Brother of The Oligarchy
The Mutos of Rhatsibahn

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ANCIENT REPORTS UNCOVERED IN A LONG LOST TERRAN PUBLICATION

Conflict between the Nomads SETH-NAFGAR
and PHANTATWA1N over an unterraformed
planet blazed into interstellar war,
drawing in allies of both camps.

VREE-ARE-FRIENDS – a Mining Corporation
notorious for selling planet locations and a
SETH-NAF-GAR ally – had its home planet invaded
during a combined operation by PHANTATWAIN
and AKBAR ASTRO MINING fleets.

AKBAR ASTRO MINING assembled the galaxy’s
largest war fleet to crush VREE-ARE-FRIENDS
after becoming outraged by that corporation’s
amoral practices. This formidable fleet located
a SETH-NAF-GAR nomad platform and destroyed
its guardian fleet. A follow-up PHANTATWAIN
invasion deprived the SETH-NAFGAR
of this mobile planet before its location
could be changed.

Another SETH-NAF-GAR ally, TRADER
DICK, a Trade Corporation emulating VREEARE-
FR1ENDS, had its home world overwhelmed
by theGHRISHAKA KHAN’s imperial
troopers, some of the galaxy’s toughest marines.
The Emperor GHRISHAKA KHAN took this
harsh measure after TRADER DI.CK employed
guerrillas to overwhelm the defenses of a
MONATER outpost, while TRADER DICK
forces looted the planet and executed its
population.

Emboldened by these battles, smugglers and
pirates have begun to openly raid and invade
weaker civilizations cut off by the galactic wars.
Eight tax revolts, razing planetary defenses and
installations, have set back ambitious building
programs of several civilizations. The T H R A NX
Home World population declared its allegiance
to the MONATER after successfully destroying
or seizing every THRANX military unit and
installation on the planet.

Angry over an AKBAR OF TYDERIA
fleet’s destruction of a SETH-NAF-GAR war
fleet. SETK-NAF-GAR pressed for compensation,
threatening war. But the AKBAR ASTRO
MINING CORP. board of directors was unwilling
to pay for the lost ships. This has drawn
the PHANTATWAIN ally into the First Nomad
war and direct confrontation with the SETHNAF-
GAR.

Cybernetic Races have begun to invade low
Tec-Level worlds, executing entire planetary
populations. These events foretell even wider
actions against all intelligent life forms.

The IRON LEAGUE has risen to imperial
status. This new empire is now facing the same
problems which the imperial civilization, the
GHRISHAKAN KHANATE, confronted. But,
armed with a network of governors with formidable
abilities and its own awesome technology
and imperial might, the IRON LEAGUE
promises to rival the GHRISHAKAN KHANATE
in power and prestige.

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Interceptor Pilot #247

By David Bellar

I answered the call…”Fighter Pilots Needed”.

When you are born into Rallebian life, you have one of two goals: Accumulation or Commerce. Being a fighter pilot was not on my horizon. Well, all that changed a few years ago. The Rallebian Clan allied with a mining outfit. More of an arrangement for more resources. We would allow certain shipments to go unscathed. Ships intact. Alien lives saved. We get paid in money and ore, and we didn’t have to raid them, just their competitor. What a negotiation. (But of course this is all truly speculation with a hint of definite deniability). That’s when things changed. Along with the ore, came these tech guys and her.

Everyone knows the reasons why. Some female miner from a nearby colony lures the emperor’s son away. I mean for god’s sake, she came from a colony. She keeps him occupied and happy. Parents are embarrassed, for he was already promised to another family. Yes, the elitist still arrange marriages. They believe it is the best way to manipulate (I mean accumulate) wealth and standing within the empire. You know moms. “How could this colony girl keep her eldest son happy and occupied?” “She is from the Quezallian Empire.” You know: blaming Dad, friends, school and the galactic internet. Then, these mining guys revealed the planet her son went to is supposedly loaded with ore. The miners have the entire galaxy mapped out by ore. The home world planet where this girl is from is Blue: only green is better. Our home world is 4th tier, kind of a pissy, dull yellow. So the Accumulation of ore began, along with the recruiting.

The elitist cordoned off a section of our capitol city. That is Rallebian for, “Built a huge wall with keep out signs every 20 feet along with armed guards”. Then we saw it. A special space dock labeled Accumulation Development.

We have fighters. But they are for defense. Hidden in deep dark subsector space. Waiting patiently for uninvited aliens…… Then accumulation of scrap metal begins.

These new fighters are different. Faster, sleeker, meant to pack a punch, but not very defensive. Seems like if anything bigger than your average Cestodial Hegemony dust digger could seriously damage the ship: (That was the first clue something was amiss). The recruiting started right when mass production began.

Training is simple. Complete the mission in the new simulator with more than three kills. You are ready. The simulator is kind of like a life-sized video game except for the over-zealous, uptight, baton wielding Sargent who pokes you in the ribs with a baton when you screw up or die. After 45 hours of simulator training, I have noticed a high correlation between screw-ups and dying. All I have achieved so far was 63 painfully pathetic deaths and multiple sore ribs. Then it happened. I survived the mission and landed back on base. The Talley counter read, “4 kills”.

My Sargent grunted, “You’ve graduated”. He sheathed his baton slowly and walked away.

Just under two years ago we sent our fighters to retrieve the prodigal son. 75 fighters left and none returned. We waited and waited. When the last moon gave way to dawn, we knew we were outmatched, but our resolve grew stronger, hatred deeper and the rewards grew bigger. (Got to love mom). That siren should have looked for another favorite son. The second wave of fighters had more success. We sent 150 of our new fighters, 96 were never seen again. The rest returned heroes. We learned the cold hearted truth, our fighter pilots were not superior. We killed less than 50. Hence, the new simulators.

In response, we did what we do best. Now, the lesson would be ours. 2 fleets of Corsair 3s. The newest of the Rallebian fleet. Stealthy and Fast, definitely superior! We watched them leave from the space dock. All training stopped, to watch the fleets disappear into the stars. 20 ships primed like a Plyuinkian cat. Those stalking eyes ready to pounce on its prey. Determined Corsair pilots: and our most experienced. It seemed almost unfair, but then, revenge never is. They returned victorious. 350 units of loot. Reports of starvation and lack of commerce. An economy in havoc. No Rallebian losses. Take that you wench of a son stealer!

Now, it’s my turn. 150 strong, and better equipped.
Determined …..Yes
Dedicated …..Yes
Well trained…If I survive, yes! But if I die, You suck, you baton wielding, rib smashing Sargent.

Green Light and we’re off. One wave, one mind, one mission, Ralleb

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