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Operation Brass Hand
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For almost as long as there has been space travel, your planet has been settled. This mostly ocean, terran (Earth-like) planet called Iatis has been home to humanity since before the Star League Era, at very the dawn of space colonization. Sometimes scientifically known as TK 17 63 b, it drifts in the distant coreward fringe of known space, on the edge of House Steiner and House Kurita controlled territories. The larger region has always been in danger of Clan invasion, but your peaceful world was spared... until recently.
For Iatis's entire history, your world was never united. It was like Earth, a fractured mosaic of 200-300 nations. They sometimes fought, and always competed, but life was overall very good. It was a cultural capital of the local area, produced much of the media for the sector, maintained the highest population, and had most of the technological expertise exported to nearby colonies. The world was settled in part by many cultures, but a vast majority were from House Steiner realms. After the final Succession Wars, a large influx of migrants from Federated Suns cultures arrived as well, making the many nations of Iatis wealthy and with strongly held beliefs of self determination and freedom.
All this peace and prosperity changed less than a decade ago. The incredibly strong Clan Hell's Horses descended from the skies to claim the world for themselves. The fighting was fierce. Despite a total lack of unity, outdated technology, and outdated tactics, Iatis resisted with all its might. The frustrated Clan eventually resorted to all the same strategic Total War methods their honor forbids them: targeting civilian infrastructure and large scale orbital bombardments. They finally defeated your world's more numerous armies after a year of fighting and settled in to bring your devastated world into their fold.
The new Clan overlords were brutal, and their way of life is completely alien to the many people of Iatis. They enforce total subservience, near slavery, to the Clan. None are allowed personal property, all belongs to The Clan. Few are allowed any real money or luxuries, they are distractions of the weak-minded. The Clan attempts to strictly control bartering using Clan scrips which can be cancelled and destroyed without warning for petty reasons, or no reason at all. An unbending caste system was brought to Iatis, and all of you are the lowest of the low. Rights, freedoms, and property are a thing of the past.
During the invasion, millions perished. In the months afterwards, billions fled. Your beautiful world is a shell of its former self, a barely recognizable wasteland, struggling on its last legs. Cities around the globe lie in ruins, reduced to rubble, without the population to rebuild. Vast fields are going fallow. Forests and swamps are beginning to reclaim abandoned human settlements which were occupied for centuries.
This region, the Messebes Peninsula, is the capital of the new Clan Global Government. Its local climate is ideal for orbital launches from the few remaining cities' ancient spaceports. It is covered by ruins and wilderness, but a few rebuilt cities as well, and a modernized Clan spaceport. After years of reeducating local officials and establishing their new society with an iron fist, the Clan was satisfied its holdings were secure. They suddenly left, but a small force remained behind to act as a "Planetary Governor" council, to direct local law enforcement to do their bidding and keep an eye on things.
As most Clan forces suddenly left, perhaps gone to conquer elsewhere, or deal with internal Clan issues at home, the whispers of revolution simmered.
(This post was last modified: 05-05-2023, 07:34 PM by LordCommandHook.)
Operation Brass Hand
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For almost as long as there has been space travel, your planet has been settled. This mostly ocean, terran (Earth-like) planet called Iatis has been home to humanity since before the Star League Era, at very the dawn of space colonization. Sometimes scientifically known as TK 17 63 b, it drifts in the distant coreward fringe of known space, on the edge of House Steiner and House Kurita controlled territories. The larger region has always been in danger of Clan invasion, but your peaceful world was spared... until recently.
For Iatis's entire history, your world was never united. It was like Earth, a fractured mosaic of 200-300 nations. They sometimes fought, and always competed, but life was overall very good. It was a cultural capital of the local area, produced much of the media for the sector, maintained the highest population, and had most of the technological expertise exported to nearby colonies. The world was settled in part by many cultures, but a vast majority were from House Steiner realms. After the final Succession Wars, a large influx of migrants from Federated Suns cultures arrived as well, making the many nations of Iatis wealthy and with strongly held beliefs of self determination and freedom.
All this peace and prosperity changed less than a decade ago. The incredibly strong Clan Hell's Horses descended from the skies to claim the world for themselves. The fighting was fierce. Despite a total lack of unity, outdated technology, and outdated tactics, Iatis resisted with all its might. The frustrated Clan eventually resorted to all the same strategic Total War methods their honor forbids them: targeting civilian infrastructure and large scale orbital bombardments. They finally defeated your world's more numerous armies after a year of fighting and settled in to bring your devastated world into their fold.
The new Clan overlords were brutal, and their way of life is completely alien to the many people of Iatis. They enforce total subservience, near slavery, to the Clan. None are allowed personal property, all belongs to The Clan. Few are allowed any real money or luxuries, they are distractions of the weak-minded. The Clan attempts to strictly control bartering using Clan scrips which can be cancelled and destroyed without warning for petty reasons, or no reason at all. An unbending caste system was brought to Iatis, and all of you are the lowest of the low. Rights, freedoms, and property are a thing of the past.
During the invasion, millions perished. In the months afterwards, billions fled. Your beautiful world is a shell of its former self, a barely recognizable wasteland, struggling on its last legs. Cities around the globe lie in ruins, reduced to rubble, without the population to rebuild. Vast fields are going fallow. Forests and swamps are beginning to reclaim abandoned human settlements which were occupied for centuries.
This region, the Messebes Peninsula, is the capital of the new Clan Global Government. Its local climate is ideal for orbital launches from the few remaining cities' ancient spaceports. It is covered by ruins and wilderness, but a few rebuilt cities as well, and a modernized Clan spaceport. After years of reeducating local officials and establishing their new society with an iron fist, the Clan was satisfied its holdings were secure. They suddenly left, but a small force remained behind to act as a "Planetary Governor" council, to direct local law enforcement to do their bidding and keep an eye on things.
As most Clan forces suddenly left, perhaps gone to conquer elsewhere, or deal with internal Clan issues at home, the whispers of revolution simmered.
