Violated, but not lost
Chapter 1: Beginning of the End
AE 35 (Alliance Era)
The “capital” of the Galactic Alliance, your home.
Such as it is.
Nowadays, there’s little left of the Galactic Alliance as the war with the Trazz continues to go badly. Planets are starting to fall to them on a more regular basis.
Perhaps more might have been done had the Galactic Alliance been formed much quicker than it was. The territorial battles and old grudges of the former powers of the galaxy was so great that it’s amazing it was formed at all.
However, complete extinction is a strong motivator for survival at the cost of pride and it still might not be enough.
And yet Paradise still remains the shining beacon of hope and safety.
So far, that is true. You remember the Trazz armada directly attacking Paradise when you were just a young child. Enough ships to blot out the light from the star the planet orbits. It was pretty damn scary.
No, it was REALLY fucking scary. You thought you were going to die.
You held your mother’s hand tightly that day and she told you not to worry for the defenses would hold. And when they did in a spectacular light of destruction, you stopped worrying at least until after the reports that the remainder of the fleet retreated from the sector.
However, your father didn’t quite have the same sort of faith in the ancient Xont defenses. He told you that one day the defenses may fail and that YOU will need to prepare yourself and it was from that point on, you were encouraged to train for a military career.
You suppose even without the threat of the Trazz, your father would have encouraged a military career given that he served in the Galactic Alliance and his father before him, and before that you had ancestors that served the Terran Empire.
In fact, two of your ancestors that first claimed this planet for the Terran Empire and discovered its powerful technology are still considered great heroes; well at least within humancentric mindsets.
So that was your life as chosen for you. Military academies until you came of adult age and then a military career.
You did fine. Not outstanding, but certainly above average. You suppose that was mostly due to not wanting to disappoint your parents along with natural ability.
Still, you thought your scores might have gotten you into the position of the Galactic Alliance Force, however you were assigned to serving in the Paradise Security Force instead. An honorable position to be sure, but not really an exciting one. After all this was Paradise was it not?
Of course can any place be truly safe when you’re sharing the planet with billions of others, some of which are other alien races?
During your first year on the PSF, you soon learned what was entailed in keeping Paradise… well a paradise. You also learned just how lucky perhaps even a little “sheltered” you really were compared to most.
Not that you’re complaining, but after breaking up the last few lizard riots in Raptor City One and busting up an Elojin run sex slave ring, you’re wondering if it was always this bad here or had you just been oblivious to just how things really were here.
And this place is considered to be “sanctuary.” Makes you wonder how long any of you are going to last.
Right now you’re sitting at your desk inside Haven One’s PSF headquarter pondering your future. Lately you’ve been feeling like you’ve just been going with the flow in life while others make the major choices.
You start filling out your paperwork on the last lizard riot that you just broke up and then you hear that familiar voice.
“Hey Maykl, you still filling out all that bullshit? A bunch of lizards got rowdy as usual, stamp it and let’s clock out.”
It’s your partner Lisa.
“Yeah, well you know there’s a little more to it than that. In fact did you fill out your own stuff?” you ask.
“Of course not, I’ll do that shit tomorrow.” She replies.
“And THIS is why I do it. One day you’ll be happy I actually took the time to dot the I’s and cross the T’s because of someone accusing us of doing something we didn’t actually do.”
”The only thing I want you to do, is me from behind when we’re…”
“Shhhh! Fucking hell, you want someone to hear?”
Lisa puts her hands on her sides and frowns at you.
“Are you serious? You don’t think people in this precinct already know about us? And so what if they do?!” she exclaims.
“Yes, I’m sure people know, but there’s such a thing as decorum and there’s also all those fucking rules about dating in the work place. Last thing I want is to get hauled in and scolded for stupid shit.”
“Dating? Is that what you call it? All we do is fuck. You never actually take me anywhere.”
“What about Dolok’s?”
“That’s the fucking bar that EVERYONE goes to after work!”
“I pay for your drinks and meal most of the time, I think that counts…what, did you want me to take you somewhere else?”
“What I want is for you to stop having a stick up your light blue ass about protocol and rules all the damn time!”
You’re in no mood for this right now. You knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a co-worker, but it’s not like you’ve got much time to go find someone outside of work and you respect Lisa’s abilities well enough. She’s just a little too “loose cannon” at times and it’s always a concern in the back of your head that it’s going to get her killed one day.
Which is probably another reason you’ve kept your relationship mostly physical and work related. Probably too attached as it is seeing as you’re already putting down your work pad.
“Fine! I’ll just do this shit tomorrow and be as irresponsible as you are! Let’s go.” You say.
Lisa smiles and is already grabbing you by the arm pulling you from your desk as you’re standing up.
“Mmm, you’re always so nice and cool on this hot ass planet.” She says.
“I’m convinced being a handy portable cooling unit is the only reason why you’re with me. Thank the cosmos for favoring Indrul genetics I guess.” You reply
“Which one of your ancestors was the Indrul that found this planet anyway?”
“Great great great grandmother, though she didn’t really find the planet so much as she was part of the scouting squad lead by my great great great grandfather.”
“That’s the one you were named after right?”
“Yeah, he was human of course. Anyway you’re good with going to my place tonight I trust.”
“Wait, you’re not taking me Dolok’s?”
“You just implied you were sick of that place, plus I figured why waste valuable time?”
You and Lisa go back to your place and after hearing her brag about her reckless engagement of five Vexak anarchists when you were temporarily split up during the riot, you both soon do what you came here to do.
Lisa soon falls asleep afterwards and you grab a spare work tablet out of the nearby end table and fill out that report you were working on earlier. Eventually you fall sleep shortly after sending it in.
The next morning you feel warmer than usual since Lisa’s glommed on to you like she’s attempting to drain all the cold from your body. In fact when you attempt to even move a little, she just clutches on to you harder, even making an annoyed grunting sound in the process.
As you remain temporarily trapped, you mind wanders back to what you were thinking about yesterday, which was your future.
In any case, it’s another hot day in Paradise and as for what’s on the agenda, well that’s up to you.
Get ready for work
Look into a new job field
Play around on your tablet (Info dump galore!)
A new Endmaster story? Now this is a good Christmas present!
Yeah, I suppose that'll be next on the agenda. Still not sure why I lose focus on that one.
Fortress Background Info
Ah the information tablet, is there no better way to put off more important things to do with your time?
So what would you like to know more about?
The Galactic Alliance
Back to the story
The Galactic Alliance, is made up of the remnants of the old galactic powers, specifically the Elojin Alliance, the Mazatt Dominion, the Krik Collective and of course the Terran Empire. It is also fairly young in the scheme of government organizations.
Despite its grand sounding name, it actually isn’t very large. All that exists is a handful of planets, including Paradise thanks to the Trazz. In fact it could even be said it wouldn’t exist at all if the Trazz hadn’t come in and wrecked everyone’s shit.
It is little wonder that the Elojin were the first to propose this alliance to the Terran Empire as they were the first to suffer Trazz attacks. In fact it even seemed like the Trazz were targeting only their small colonies at first (And nobody could really blame them, let alone care)
The Terran Empire of course scoffed at such a proposal. Indeed at the time the Terran Empire was going through a bit of a Golden Age with its new discovery of ancient Xont technology on Paradise and was starting to integrate it into their military.
However, it would turn out that the Trazz were a bigger threat than just bullying the Elojin. Their next target was the massive Krik Collective and the near genocide of their race thanks to biological weapons. Entire Krik worlds were practically bug bombed out of existence. Of course as any human knows, insects are very hard to destroy completely.
Still, their time as any sort of galactic power was over to the point that they made the unprecedented move contacting the Elojin directly to form this united front. The Elojin were more than willing to accept.
The Mazatt at this point decided to take more direct action against the Trazz. They did well at first, but then the tide started to turn when their slave races began rebelling en masse due to the lighter security forces overseeing them.
With the Mazatt busily trying to maintain the internal crisis of their government, the Trazz easily struck strategic centers, greatly crippling the Mazatt war machine. It was a bitter blow to a race that believed themselves to be the pinnacle of what warriors are supposed to be.
Ultimately the Mazatt were humbled to the point where they gave into pragmatism rather than extinction. They took the last of their fleet and met up with a closest Elojin flagship to see what this “alliance” was all about.
The last to join was the Terran Empire who still believed they could face the threat of the Trazz alone.
They were wrong. Very wrong.
Despite the Terran Empire having Xont technology to help, somehow the Trazz seemed to anticipate most of the Terran attacks which either resulted in the Trazz repositioning their ships or an outright ambush.
There were rumors that there had to be someone feeding inside information to the Trazz. Inquisitors were sent out along with other internal security to seek out traitors, but whatever was turned up, hardly mattered when Earth itself was turned into a wasteland from the Trazz armada, killing the Emperor and most of the high command.
The shock of losing Earth was quickly shook off and there was a call of a full retreat into further reaches of Terran space. The remnants of the Terran Empire eventually made Paradise the new capital while a few of the remaining admirals and mid level governors tried to figure out what to do next.
Then the Elojin contacted them and only then did the Terran Empire decide to join the Galactic Alliance, but of course on their terms. The Elojin for their part, did not even argue most of the demands, (Even if the Mazatt certainly wanted to) as the survivors of the Terran Empire were still more intact than the rest of the ex-galactic powers.
And so it came to pass that Paradise would also become the capital of this new government.
For however long that still means anything. There are only five major planets left in the GA and that's including Paradise.
Grim times indeed.
Would you like to know more? (Back to a different topic)
Back to the damn story
I haven't written out the race descriptions yet, but I made a list of the races in my notes
Races in the Galactic Alliance
Indrul (“Ice elves”)
Bivvi (Former Mazatt slave race)
Straid (Mazatt slave race)
Vexak (Natives of Paradise AKA “Lizards”)
Enemies of the Galactic Alliance
Gorgel (Former Mazatt slave race now pirates and raiders)
Extended the intro page (It's been edited on here too) since it seemed more efficient to establish the character's name and background within it, rather than bothering with some personnel file info page which was completely cut. Just focused on the races and planets for info background.
And now you also know the name of the protagonist's name in the first Paradise story.
Might as well post the description of one of the planets with an oddly familiar logo and a description of the main enemy while I'm at it.
Gravity Zero Inc HQ
Finally the “pinky” of the GA. The smallest and definitely the weakest compared to the other planets, but to call it weak would be an incorrect assessment.
Gravity Zero is one of the few mega corporations left and maintains their HQ on a small planet (Which was claimed long before the war with the Trazz) rich with minerals and no atmosphere. The planet is barren save for a single domed city, though most of GZ’s population or “employees” live underground through a complex system of tunnels that presumably run throughout the entire planet thanks to all the mining going on. It’s mostly humans who live there since it’s a human based corporation, though other races can be found working for them too.
GZ’s HQ has been fortunate in not suffering Trazz attacks at all since it is the farthest GA planet from the frontlines. It does however experience Gorgel pirate raids on its ships from time to time, though it tends to rely on its private security force than the Galactic Alliance Force.
History of the company is a bit murky, though it’s thought to have existed even before the era of humanity’s expansion to space. Records are a bit scattered from that time, but apparently it went by a slightly different name.
GZ’s status has always been a bit odd as it’s always seemed to operate completely independent of the government as if it was autonomous and only answered to its own laws. While this isn’t completely true, GZ has managed to maneuver itself in such a way that it’s mostly left to its own devices. This was true even during the Terran Empire era.
Still, the survival of humanity has seemingly always been one of GZ’s mission statements besides making money. The current governor (Or CEO as she prefers to be called) continues to believe in this mission and has even altered it a bit to include non-humans. It has always ensured in providing the best material and equipment needed for such survival. Its contributions to the GA may be less direct and profit oriented, but no less vital.
The “big bad” of the galaxy or at least the current one. They’re definitely living up to it at any rate, what with decimating entire planets and all. The war with them isn’t going well.
The Trazz are a completely hostile race that has not even made the slightest attempts at diplomacy. They’ve only ever attacked other races on sight since their arrival. It was once believed that the Krik were the “all devouring alien race” but even they were never this hostile. It’s not even known where they’ve come from, but it has to be farther out than any of old galactic powers ever expanded or even scouted.
They’ve rarely been seen since they’re fully armored whenever directly encountered. (Typically in ship boarding or raids) However, the war with them has gone on long enough that that couldn’t stay a secret forever. Corpses have been captured. (The few attempts at trying to capture a live one have failed) These have revealed a somewhat fish like appearance. It’s assumed that they also need these suits of armor to survive outside their natural aquatic environment.
This somewhat explains why whenever they attack a planet, they give zero fucks how much it’s ruined as they have no intention on living on it. The Trazz have been known to set up small bases on a planet after practically annihilating it, but these seem to be ground operations for sweeping up any potential survivors or some sort of operation to “poison” what remains of a planet, as such bases aren’t permanent.
The Trazz seem to live on their massive ships. Most of which are larger than Mazatt battleships (Much to their chagrin) or even the Titan class Terran ships, so colonization doesn’t seem to be their priority.
However, their reasons for completing fucking up galactic real estate and mass genocide doesn’t seem to have any clear purpose other than complete psychopathic nihilism. If there is some greater reason, it’s unknown since the Trazz aren’t elaborating. The only thing that the Trazz have ever said is the word “Trazz” (Hence their designated name) during attacks and with only this to go on, it can only be speculated what the hell this might mean.
For all anyone knows it could mean the equivalent of the popular ancient human expression “Lol, fag.”
Reptile and Insect races are too obvious and besides I already had those.
They're space Deep Ones.