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History

In the year 2502 we left Old Earth behind and spread out amongst the stars. For the next seven hundred years we colonized hundred of thousands of worlds. In all that time there has been war and destruction. Then in 3245 several worlds banded together and formed the Imperium. Led by a Czar the Imperium quickly absorbed all the core worlds in the Galaxy. The mid worlds took a little long to control and the Rim harder still. In the end though the Imperium would have full control of over ninety-four percent of the known Galaxy by 3305. The Imperium brought order to a chaotic Galaxy and many within the Imperium rejoiced. Only the Rim worlds did not care for Imperium control and would rebel time and again, always being beaten.

It was 3334 when Tallos had been discovered. Here, a large group of furs banded together to stop some sort of great evil. Whatever the evil was the Imperium never knew. The planet was ruled by Five great houses; Minos, Derros, Jarros, Serros, and Arros. There were many small houses as well that governed their own affairs. For centuries Tallos had been cut off from the rest of the Galaxy and had no ships of their own. Even so Tallos was advanced and its economy very rich. At first the Imperium had only a few business dealings with Tallos but would soon plan to take the world over like all others. To that end they employed House Moorain to aid them. In a matter of years the Imperium had control of most of Tallos’s economy. Yet when the Imperium tried to exert its claim over Tallos the people rebelled. In a matter of years Imperium forces were all but defeated. On the Fields of Lorain House Arros defeated a force two times its size. As they celebrated Jon Aaron, leader of House Arros, looked up into the sky and saw a multiple flashes of light. It would be the last thing he saw as Imperium ships bombarded the fields.

Hours later House Moorain and five Imperium Legions entered Frost Helm, the capital of house Arros, intent on capturing the civilian populace and extracting the location of the famed mines where the metal to make the famed Sun Tzu blades could be found. Yet, the city was empty as were all the lands belonging to House Arros. The admiral who led the Imperium told House Moorain to wait while he went and talked with Czar Daniel Blue, thinking that he would be well rewarded for putting a stop to the rebellion. The admiral would not get a royal welcome. Czar Blue was infuriated by the admirals order to bombard the planet, which Blue ordered not to do. Also by wiping out House Arros there was no chance in finding the secret mines. The admiral was stripped of his command, castrated, and placed on a dead world where he would die of old age and totally forgotten. In the meantime, Blue traveled to Tallos to see what he could make of the situation. By now all the Houses had surrendered, seeing as they hand nothing to defend themselves against a planetary bombardment. As Blue looked over Frost Helm a member of House Stendar requested that they become the stewards of all Arros land. Blue agreed, much to House Moorian’s disappointment.

Yet House Stendar had a reason for control over the lands. They began to smuggle out all the survivors of House Arros. It took them ten years to do it but all were soon smuggled out and scatted all over the Rim. Even Jon Aaron’s wife and children had escaped eventually arriving on the planet Praxis. In time, Moorain was soon in full control over Tallos. Ruling in the name of the Imperium, Moorain set up an Apartheid government. Only Stoats could hold high positions and conduct business outside of Tallos and no one was allowed to leave Tallos with out Moorain’s permission. Though some would escape most were trapped on Tallos. The people waited for Arros’s return, a return that would reunited the houses, overthrow Moorain and defeat the Imperium.

While on Tallos Czar Blue stumbled across a Arrosian baby. Somehow, beside the child was his dead mother, sever burns all over her body. Some how she had dragged herself from the Fields of Lorain and tried to get her child to safety but died before she could. Feeling sorry for the child he took the boy and adopted him and named him Xerxes. For generations to come the Xerxes descendants would serve the Czars part of the royal guard.

In the year 3534, two hundred years after the fall of Tallos, religious zealots began a rebellion on Praxis. They’re harsh religious laws was not liked by the people and they asked for help. Czar Fredrick Blue decided to send in the entire might of the 9th Legion and 3rd Fleet. The 9th Legion is a mixed force of of Medium Infantry, Heavy Armor and Light Infantry. It also has a special operations force called the Vanguard. Combined with the 3rd Fleet the Rebellion was defeated within a matter of months. Yet, there would be no celebration. Four days after the 9th Legion’s victory the first reports of the Galactic Plague started to come in. Starting out on a few Rim worlds it quickly spread to over a dozen other planets. Fearing the Plague Czar Blue ordered a quarantine of the entire Rim. This angered the 9th Legion Commander and with the support of the people, who felt abandoned by the Imperium, declared their Independence from the Imperium. Nearly half of the Rim population would not survive the Plague. The Imperium was able to find a cure eventually but by then the entire Imperium was in disarray. Leaving the Rim for now the Imperium concentrated in reestablishing its control over the rest of the Galaxy.

3841, three hundred and seven years after the Plague, Czar Simon Blue was looking to reclaim the Rim. It had taken all this time to reassert the Imperium’s authority over the rest of the Galaxy and the Rim was the last place. However, Simon’s Daughter, Marry, didn’t want her father to attack the Rim. Unlike Simon and most of the Nobility, Mary studied the Rim and was amazed how quickly the people rebuilt. She was fascinated with the new governments that were formed; from the militaristic Minnesota Prime, to ever powerful Star League, to several alliance worlds, to finally the Triumvirate of Praxis, Durase and Rendar. For Marry, the people of the Rim deserved to be free. There was also the fact that her father was going to remarry soon and the Rim would be given to his new wife as a gift. It irritated her to no end. She didn’t like her father’s new bride.

By this time the young Marry was beginning to be very vocal and started public partitions against Imperium encroachment. To keep her quiet Simon locked her in the Royal Palace and kept a guard on her at all times. Luckily for Mary one of the Guard Captains was a very good friend of hers and they both were able to escape. After months on the run they arrived on Atlas. While there Marry convinced the people of Atlas and many small Rim alliances to band together and form a new government, one that could challenge the Imperium. To that end the Rim Concordant was born. To Mary’s surprise she was crowned High Princess of the Concordant. She immediately named Captain Red Bordeaux her consort and together began to build up the Concordant’s forces.

Sadly not all systems were pleased by the formation of the Concordant. The Star League had a strong monopoly going, selling ships and weapons to most of the Rim worlds. They also saw Mary as just another Royal and a spoiled brat. With the formation of the Concordant the monopoly was broken. There was also the idea that they were chosen, that they were given the right to lead and that even the might of the Imperium would fall to them. Though their leader, the Diva, tried to discourage this thought the people of the Star League would not listen. As the Imperium drew closer though the Star League would soon get a nasty surprise as Imperium forces began to crush all resistance. When Minnesota Prime fell everyone in the Rim knew that this wasn’t going to be easy.

3842, Vordoon was one of the most heavily fortified worlds in the Rim. It was at a cross road to many system’s making it very strategic. Field Marshall Vectin Fleishjeager launched an all out assault against Vordoon. For the next three weeks the Rim Militia would hold the line but were slowly being beaten back. Realizing that Vordoon would soon fall Princess Mary launched a rescue operation to safe as many of her troops as possible. Operation Dunkirk! Within days any ships that could come to the garrisons aid jumped in. While the Concordant fleet kept the Imperium fleet at bay. In a matter of days over five hundred thousand troops were saved, about eighty two percent of the garrison. Yet, with the fall of Vordoon the Imperium now had a staging area to launch attacks against the Rim. Fleishjeager decided to use the bulk of his forces against the Star League first.

With the Star League now busy fighting the Imperium and unable to resupply any of the Rim systems, Mary began to look around for another source to get ships and weapons. There was only one place for her to go. Praxis! Yet, most Rim worlds believed that Praxis was still controlled by the Imperium. With more worlds falling on a near daily basis and the Star League still refusing aid, Princess Mary was torn. She knew that Praxis was not Imperium but most of her people thought otherwise. If she contacted Praxis it could cause a major revolt, one that she could ill afford right now. But if she didn’t get new supplies from somewhere then the Rim would fall as soon as the Imperium was done with the Star League.

At this time the Praxian government had ordered the 9th Legion and 3rd Fleet to mobilize. Seeing the Imperium as a threat to not only planetary security but a threat to the entire system. To that end the entire Triumvirate had mobilized. Durase and Rendar ordered all available military assets to be mobilized. Most of the 9th was already mobilized after a tense stand off between Rebel faction and the Local Government on Rendar. Luckily, Praxian diplomats were able to come to an agreement and a potential Civil War was prevented.

The year is now 3843. The Imperium’s attacks have begun to weaken the Rim’s defenses. With the Star League nearing defeat and the Rim Concordant struggling to find the resources needed to fight the Fate of the Galaxy will soon be decided. As plotters begin to make plans to overthrow a government, Hero’s will arise and a House will be restored. These are the stories of those great Hero’s that, in a Twist of Fate, will either bring peace and stability or bring death and destruction to the Galaxy.

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Jon Aaron watched as his warriors celebrated their victory. It had been a struggle but they had done it. He looked up and thanked the heavens that it was over. Yet, he saw something coming towards him. A bright light. He scowled and cocked his head. Trying to figure out what it was. Before anyone knew what was happening Jon Aaron and the entire Arros army was destroyed...

Thomas woke, sat straight up and panting heavily.

‘Damn, same dream. I hate it when I dream of that day,’ he thought.

Thomas sat at the edge of his bed and looked at the time.

‘Almost 5:00 Am. I guess I can get up now.’

He stared at a mirror and saw a 30 year old Grey Timber Wolf staring right back at him.

Suddenly someone called from the other side of the bed.

“Mmm babe are you Ok?”

Thomas turned and smiled. On the other side of the bed, under the covers, was Sandra Armain. The twenty two year old red wolf looked up at Thomas with a concerned look on her face.

“I’m fine love, just a bad dream. Why don’t you get some more sleep. You have a busy day today.”

He leaned down and gave Sandra a kiss.

She returned the kiss and went back to sleep.

Thomas got up, stretched a little and puts on a robe. He walks down stairs and starts making some coffee. He walks over and turns on the vid screen.

“...and in other news the Imperium continues its attacks against the Star League as...”

Thomas tuned out the news as he starts preparing breakfast. He takes his time getting everything ready so that by the time 5:40 roles around Sandra walks down as he begins to make pancakes.

She grabs a cup and pours some coffee.

“Pancakes will be done in a minute love.”

Sandra smiled and sat down at the dinning room table. A few minutes later Thomas brought in their breakfast. The two ate in silence and were quickly done with their meal. Thomas picked up their dishes and place them in the dishwasher. Sandra went back upstairs to get a shower.

Once the dishes were out of the way Thomas changed the channel to see what the weather would be like. A few minutes later Sandra walked down the steps fully dressed in a flight suit. She walked over and gave Thomas a kiss.

“I’ll be gone for a while so be good till I get back.”

Thomas chuckled and gave her a kiss.

“You know me, take care love and I’ll see you when you get back.”

Sandra smiled and left the house.

‘One of these day’s I’m going to marry her.’

He turned off the vid, went up stairs and prepared for the day. By 6:30 he was out the door. Dressed in a businessmen's suit he walked towards his office. He smiled thinking of how lucky he was.

First he had a good four year career with the 9th Legion serving with the Vanguard. During a deployment he met Sandra and the two hit it off almost instantly. When his time in service was done he moved back to Frost Guard and helped his father with the family business. Sadly both his parents died in a land rover crash, he cried for days with Sandra comforting him. Now, he was the soul owner of the family business, the Lorain Ship Yards. He had personally oversaw the building of several Battlecruisers and other military ships. Unlike most ship building businesses that now build in the Space Docks orbiting around Praxis, the Lorain Ship Yards are all on the planet.

Thomas reached his office building and entered to start his day.

=Across the street=

Major Phil Moonberg watched as Thomas entered the building. Take a few more observations he soon left for his apartment. For over a year now Moonberg had been gathering information on Praxis and was ready to make his report.

Once back in his apartment Moonberg started his report.

“This is Major Phil Moonberg, Imperium Military Central Intelligence, the Field Marsh Vectin Fleishjeager. I’ve completed my early observations. It is imperative that no attacks be made against the Praxis system. The defenses are too formidable at this time. It would take the entire might of the Imperium military to even penetrate the system. The Ground forces are on pare with our own, if not better. I’ve been unable to retrieve any hard information on the Vanguard. The political situation on Praxis is strong, no resentment against the government. The same holds true for Durase. Trying to convince these two worlds to revolt will not work. Rendar, though part of the Triumvirate, is only a minor player and even though a revolt is possible there would be no gain. To that end I recommend taking care of the other Rim systems first and then moving against the Praxis System. I’ll continue to gather information and send it out as soon as possilbe. This is Major Phil Moonberg, Imperium Military Central Inetlligence, ending report.”

Moonberg put a decription code on his message and placed the message in a container to be mailed out to operatives outside the Praxis system.

‘Seeing as the Praxis Intelligence Agency is pretty good and I’m not going to be like the other operatives that got caught.’

Once that was done he started a new message.

“To General Rezz Reno, Commander of the I.M.C.I. You’re right, there are descendants of House Arros on Praxis. I’ve just discovered a direct descendent of Jon Aaron. I don’t know if this Thomas Aaron knows the location of the mines but the fact that a line of Arros exists is very exciting. I’ve seen him train with a Sun Tzu blade and I can now see why we had a hard time defeating them all those years ago. At any rate, there is also a large Arrosian population on Praxis. I don’t know how many. I’ll continue to monitor the situation. Don’t worry, the Field Marshal doesn’t know about my secondary mission. Also, on a side note. You won’t believe who is leading the Praxis System forces. None other then General Conrad Reaver, the fallen Knight of the Sun, himself. I guess the Praxians think that with his leadership they have a good chance at defending there system... Heh and that isn’t to far off either. We all know General Reaver is good and knows the Imperium’s tactics. Anyway, just thought I put that in. I’ll let you use it as you see fit. I’ll keep you updated when I get more information. This Major Phil Moonberg, ending report.”

With that done and the reports sealed he headed to the post office. Once there he headed up the the main desk. The mail clerk looked up and smile.

“Ray Tulson, how you this fine wonderful day?”

Phil chuckled at the clerk.

“I’m good Tony. I need these mailed priority.”

Phil place the containers on the desk.

Tony smiled and nodded.

Once the containers were sent Phil decided to go and get something to eat.

‘Its going to take about two days for both Reno and Fleishjeager to get those.’

With that he headed towards a restaurant.

=9th Legion Military Headquarters, Praxis=

General Reaver read the reports coming in about the Imperium’s attacks. The Star League was barely holding their own but would eventually fall. The Rim Concordant hadn’t replied to Praxis message and refugees continued to arrived almost on a daily basis. If something wasn’t done and soon the Imperium will be one step closer to controlling the Rim.

Reaver looked up at Vice Admiral Toby Forbes, a 45 year old Puma.

“Well, Admiral what do you think?”

Forbes shook his head.

“Doesn’t look good. We could easily supply the Concordant with state of the art and up to date weapons if they would just let us. I don’t understand why they’re so reluctant.”

The 56 year old Badger just sighed and leaned back on his chair.

“Its because most of the Rim thinks the Praxis system is still under Imperium control. We have got to find a way to convince them that we’re not.”

Forbes just nodded and looked at his watch.

“I better get going General. My ship is leaving in a bit. I’m taking my squadron out to patrol the outer sectors of the system, just in case the Imperium sends any ships our way.”

With that Forbes stood up and left. Reaver just sighed and shook his head.

‘How to convince the Rim that we are not the enemy.’

=Imperium Military Central Intelligence Building, Imperium Home World of Avalon=

General Rez Reno read the reports coming in from the front. His operatives giving both him and the Field Marshal up to date information almost every minute. The war was going good so far. Yet, Reno knew that could all change if Praxis got involved. He brought up his fears to the Field Marshal but he wouldn’t listen. It infuriated Reno to no end. The Praxis system was a threat and he knew it. It was way he spent considerable time and recourses to get operatives on Praxis, with little to no success. The Praxian Central Interagency was good. Luckily, his nephew was not only able to get on Praxis but was able to send out information on the planet. It wasn’t much but it was better then nothing. Both he and the Field Marshal would recive information about Praxis every two days. He wished it wouldn’t take that long but it was the only way for Phil not to get caught.

The other reason he wanted operatives on Praxis was the rumors of Arrosian’s on the planet. The Field didn’t know about this info and Reno planned to keep it that way. He was determined to gather as much information on the Arrosian’s and then present his finding to the Czar himself. This would prove his worth to the Imperial Court.

Reno sighed and looked at the time. It was going to be another two hours before his day was done. He picked up a data pad and continued to read the reports.
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[Katmir]

TOF:R Katmir's Log, 1

= Middle Rim, Planet Ballena =

The green furred fox lay on his back on the sand, a strong gust of wind blowing his white Stetson off of his face. He opened his yellow eyes slowly, and what started as a yawn became an awkward yelp of pain. Waking up beachside on a beautiful secluded island in Ballena was awesome. Except when it was due to having your tail pinched by a Ballenan crabbit. "OW! Ya lil' bastich!"

"Ooh! Throw it in the pot, K-Boss!" exclaimed Tuscan, an Olympian-sized black haired violet warthog cooking at a small straw and leaf hut nearby. His meals were masterpieces meant to be devoured in one sitting, but his primary military specialty is heavy weapons. Tuscan is from the House Minos, and has been training for years to become a freedom fighter for Tallos. He held out a large pot with other crabbits stewing inside. Katmir flings the paw-sized crustacean over a feral red fox digging into the sand. "That was a three point shot, K-Boss!"

The feral vulpine whose fur was actually orange, was intent on sweeping the sand away from something in the sand. This "fox" was a biomechanical construct for Katmir's artificially intelligent personal computer, Hephaestus, or Heph for short. He named it so due to the advanced robotic engineering it was capable of, having some of his own synapses programmed into it. Heph's eyes flashed rapidly for a second. It turned to Katmir, wagging its near-perfect fluffy tail. "Captain Mahal. I have successfully saved an image of the elusive Ballenan derpworm into your databank, including subcutaneous scans. I... believe you will be pleased, sir."

"Very good, Heph. Try to catch a physical sample for our biodroid project. You know, before the Imperium makes this illegal."

"It is illegal, sir."

"Not unless they have proof. Hop to it, Heph."

"Yes, sir.", replied the robot, scampering away.

Katmir stood up from his towel, stretched, and shook off some of the sand off of his fur. Out in the low-tide water was his light blue skinned buck brother HexPoint, catching fish with an extendo spear. And walking far off in the distance was their pink armadillo girlfriend Consuelo Fuertespalda. They all have pet names for her. HexPoint calls her Connie. Tuscan calls her Pixie. And Heph addresses her as C.F.

Katmir calls her, "Fu". He sighed, watching her walk along the seashore and playing with her long black hair some. "She's so incredibly pretty."

"Why dont'cha tell her like that, K-Boss?"

"Becasue Tuscan, I'm still getting Artemis out of my mind. that's why."

"Artemis freakin' cheated on you. She's a total whore. You're loyal. You're the better person, and you deserve to be happy. Ask her out already."

"What do you call this?"

"Four friends on a nice nakkation. But this doesn't count. Shall I bonk you on the head with my Minos mace now, or after HexPoint scores for the win? In one year he's not been as interested in her as you are."

Katmir watched Fu catch up with and start to walk arm in arm with Hex, who had the fish in a net around his lean muscular body. Katmir suddenly wished that was his arm.

"(sigh) Our friendship is complicated, Tuscan. Ever since we rescued her form that crash-landing on Tallos it's felt like competition for me. That's so not cool, but it's true. Aw, I don't wanna talk about it now. Let me check my email for word on our modded ship." Katmir accessed his bioware implant that connected him to Hephaestus and cyberspace. Sure enough, a couple of hours ago a message was sent from the Lorain Ship Yards.

"Captain Katmir Mahal, we have completed your starship as per your specifications. It is ready for you and your entourage. We are sure you will be pleased with the results, and eagerly await your arrival."

Katmir danced his happy yahoo dance. "Yiiify-ki-yi-aaayyy..!! Yes! It's ready! We are so ready! It's money in the bank, baby-yeah! Tuscan, we are gonna get so filthy stinkin' rich off of this stupid War..! Hell, maybe we'll buy our own island on Ballena..."

"After we stop the Imperium from invading Ballena, K-Boss. So they even got the engineering complex done?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Hellz-yeah! I can't wait to get my own personal war machine and kick some stinkin' Imperial ass!"

"Break out the liquor, Tuscan. Tomorrow we're gonna be the first official battle-ready civilian contractor to the 9th Legion."

"Frelling sweet, bro!" said HexPoint, collapsing his spear into a forearm sized cylinder and high-fiving Katmir. "I can't wait to get my own combat chassis and kick some damned Imperial ass!"

"Here's your hat, chulo." Katmir has loved Fu's soft spanish accented voice since she was revived after her crash landing on his planet. He really likes it when she calls him 'choo-low', which on her planet is a slang term for "pretty boy". There were many things he liked more and more about Fu as time went by. He simply had no idea how to let her know with words. So he put on his hat, adjusting it as he always did, and cracked his neck, blowing her a small kiss. She laughed her wonderful toothy laugh, and it made him blush. Then Fu stepped up to him slowly and reached up on her toes to take his hat off and hang it below his waist, whispering, "Take a quick dip, chulo. I'm getting hungry, too."

Katmir smiled thankfully at her, putting his hat back on and letting her look again before running full-tilt into the perfect clear ocean.

HexPoint laughed at his brother. "He's so goofy sometimes. What a fur. So you two are going to make us some heavy metal hardware, eh? I want mine to look like the Horned God Herne."

"Well, once we get enough of the right biomass samples, we'll be doing some amazing things, alright. Remember the report on XRN Radio? We're already in an arms race with Czar Jacob Blue's military industrial complex. But, Katmir says the war won't be won by the fur with the biggest gun, though. Then again, who knows what our fate is going to be?"

Katmir and Heph both jumped in between Hex and Fu and shook off saltwater from their fur.

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[Caroline]

"Ugh, I hate these fucking staff meetings. Can they make them fucking any earlier in the morning?" Looking at the vid monitors and updates, the fruit bat griped again, "It's the same crap over and over again." Yawning he sat down next to his colleagues. Taking a drag from his cigarette he continued to complain, "Go here, attack there, go here. It's like he thinks we never read the fucking damn opord." As he snuffed out the cigarette, he looked around the briefing room and asked, "Hey, who's the fucking new girl way over there? What, are they letting in anyone at these stupid things now?"

The others in the group looked at each other puzzled, and then looked back to the bat. "That's the Yuki Onna," whispered the gazelle looking over his shoulder at her.

"Yeah, that doesn't answer the question dumbass," snidely replied the bat. Pouring himself some water, he asked again, "So, what's she some sort of specialist or something? Another blessing from Czar Jacob to help us win this war or something? This is fucking retarded."

"What do you mean? That's the Yuki Onna," answered the gazelle again, a bit more panicky this time.

"Again, saying the same answer doesn't answer the question. What's she some kinda freelancer? Bounty Hunter scum. We don't need them."

"You really don't know who the Yuki Onna is?"

"No," curtly replied the fruit bat. "Is she supposed to be some kinda commando in that get-up? Some sort of Black Ops... oooooooh, look at me, I'm a big, scary, commando. Fucking rifle is bigger than she is. What's that supposed to be some sort of sniper rifle? Stupidest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"Sit down and shut up!" said the cheetah at the table, pulling the fruit bat down. "That's the fucking Yuki Onna, White. Not a Yuki Onna. THE Yuki Onna. They say she killed all the others."

"What, she some kinda Highlander? So, that's how all those fucking stories always go. What she got some superpowers? She's just a short, fucking, wolverine with a stupid looking rifle."

The cheetah shrugged, "I dunno... man, there are all kinds of rumors about her. The only thing I know is that that rifle she has is a Malinkov... old Galactic Union era tech. Only one in existence. Rumor has it that HKM's got a bounty of six million standard on it. No one's been able to collect yet. They just don't make guns like that anymore. Her suit is supposedly alien-tech. Some kinda... stealthy-hacker thing."

Putting her coffee cup down, a doe spoke up, "I heard that under that suit she wears, she's a mass of living scar-tissue, from some foul, unholy blend, of science and magic... gives her those crazy powers she has. Someone else told me she's a plague carrier too. Not a survivor, a carrier."

"I thought Imperial Medical killed all the carriers to prevent another outbreak?"

The doe just shrugged, and took another sip of her coffee. "Needs more cream", she mumbled to herself.

Leaning into the table, and keeping his voice low, the gazelle blurted in, "I heard she can jump from planet to planet, and kills most of her targets by phase-melding into them. Why, this one guy I talked to says she's taken out entire planetary defense grids on her own, and scuttled the Prometheus."

"The Pro? I thought Bendelos pirates sunk that battle cruiser?" coughed the doe.

"Nah, it was her. She infiltrated the ship, and just took the thing out. From some of the reports and security vids they found, you can see her re-growing huge chunks of flesh and even one of her hands back... like they just regenerated right on camera. Hey, thinking of that, I heard that all that surgery she underwent lets her control the weather and stuff... especially cold and snow."

"Now that you mention it, I remember that too," said the doe.

"From what I hear," spoke up the cheetah again, "she's got some grudge against Star League and the Eridani."

"Nah, that's not true," said the gazelle. "I heard, from this guy I know, that's she's this like... Valkyrie or something from Eridani."

"You mean Lenneth?" asked the doe.

"Yeah, that's the one. Anyway, the Yuki Onna is supposed to be Lenneth."

"That can't be real. Lenneth is the Goddess of the religion of the Eridani," objected the doe.

"Well, maybe she is Lenneth, come back to exact some sort of divine punishment on the Eridani or something. For not following Czar Jacob or something."

"Look, all this fucking, lame, gossip is stupid. What are we, some fucking knitting circle of old maids? We're the fucking Imperial Army Bravo Corps! Fucking, BRAVO, CORPS! Do I gotta spell it out for you fucking retards? She's some fucking stupid-ass, mercenary local who's looking to make a mint off this war." Standing up the fruit bat taunted the new girl, "Hey bitch! We don't need any more pies baked or laundry done. Why don't you go back to your backwater home of a planet, and rear kids like you're supposed too!"

In an instant the Yuki Onna was behind the taller fruit bat. "Actually, I'm a jill. And who says I can't fight?" The fruit bat never felt a thing. So sharp were the laser knives slicing into his throat he simply stood there, with a confused look on his face as dark, red, blood oozed out from his neck, soaking into his shirt and officer's coat.

The Yuki Onna leaned forward onto the table and said, "And, as for you, I don't like to be talked about. Understood?"

The others wisely nodded yes.

[Aaron_Thom]

Thomas looked through some data on several ships he was designing. Two ships in particular caught his attention and he smiled. One was a ship from a customer named Katmir. His ship was done and he would be arriving in a bit to pick it up. The other was nearly complete. It was a special order from the 9th. A new powerful ship that would be capable of taking on a small fleet on its own.

‘Once this baby is done the Imperium won’t know what hit them,’ he thought.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and his secretary called in.

“Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you but General Reaver just called. He said he was in town and he would like to speak with you at your connivence.”

Thomas looked at his watch and nodded.

“Tell him to meet me a Sam’s Pizzeria in downtown for lunch, we’ll talk then.”

Ten minutes later Thomas walks in and spots the General. He walks over and they shake hands and sit down.

“General its good to see you again. I’m happy to tell you your ship will be completed soon. I think you’ll be very happy with.”

“Thats good to here Thomas, but that is not the reason why I’m here.”

Thomas cocked his head and stared at Reaver.

The General sighed and looked straight at Thomas.

“As you know, we’ve been trying to convince the Rim Concordant that we’re not part of the Imperium and that we’ve been unsuccessful. No matter what we see there’s no convincing them. Then it just occurred to me. Why try to verbally convince them when we can physically show them.”

Thomas got a confused look on his face.

“Umm, General I don’t understand.”

Reaver smiled and leaned over.

“Thomas, I would like to send you with our diplomats to Atlas. Seeing as son of the fallen house of Arros standing beside the Praxian diplomats will show these people that we can be trusted.”

This caught Thomas by surprise.

“Well, thats great General but why me?”

“Because, you are the descendant of Jon Aaron himself. Some even think you are the Incarnation of Tallos. Wether thats true or not I don’t know. The point is, when the people of the Rim see you standing beside 9th Vanguard and the diplomats then they’ll realize we are not the enemy.”

Thomas didn’t know what to think. On one hand Reaver had a point. His presence alone could convince the Rim to allow the Triumvirate to help them. On the other hand he was not in the military anymore and had a business to run. After a bit of thinking Thomas sighed and nodded.

“Alright General, I’ll do it. I have my Arrosian dress uniform and my sword. When do we leave?”

“Not for a couple of days. I know thats sudden but we need to get to these people as soon as possible. It’s going to take time to get our forces ready but we can, at least, supply them with the recourses that they need.”

Thomas nodded and took a sip from his drink. He would have to call up Sandra and let him know he was going to be gone for a bit. She would understand though.

=Downtown=

Phil had just finished lunch and sighed with content. He looked around and admired the small cities beauty.

‘I hope when Imperium forces start landing they leave this place alone. Its so nice here, the people so friendly. Hell, all the people of this world are friendly. Still, most likely they will have to destroy some part of the city to make a point.’

Stretching and standing up Phil paid for lunch and began to walk around. This had been one of the most easiest assignments he’s ever gotten. He was passing by Sam’s when he spotted General Reaver and Thomas Aaron walk out. This caught him by surprise.

‘What the... Ok why is General Reaver here with Aaron. Something is up.’

As the two parted Phil entered the Pizzeria. He asked around a bit but no one knew what the two talked about. Quickly leaving he looked around but both the General and Thomas were gone. He quickly headed back to his apartment and began a quick report.

“This is Major Phil Moonberg, Imperium Military Central Intelligence, To General Rezz Reno. I’ve spotted both Thomas Aaron and General Reaver leaving an establishment not to long ago. It is unknown what they were talking about but seeing this is two priority targets I found it prudent that you know. Something is up and I’ll try and find out. This is Major Phil Moonberg, ending report.”

Phil quickly sealed the report and mailed it out.

‘I have to find a quicker way to get these reports out, without getting caught.’
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[Katmir's TOF RE:cord 2]

=Captain Katmir's old ship, The Anvil=

The Anvil was an amalgamated hunk of junk, it's original components being a combination dry dock and snack bar underneath Katmir's trusty rusty fighter/bomber. It was an operational trophy of their last pleasure cruise from several years ago. He, along with Tuscan, HexPoint and Hephaestus were employed as part of a starfaring cruise ship's security detail. It would be their last official public job. During the cruise, an Imperium navy starship appeared to conduct a warrantless search of every inch of the cruise ship for nameless anti-empire agitators. Apparently, the vacationers were still right in their heads, because after all the paperwork they signed and all the maximum security checkpoints they had endured just go on vacation, they met the Imperials with resistance. And so, an Imperial commanding officer declared the passengers as threats. He immediately ordered the destruction of the cruise ship, the imperials hitting and killing furs on their way out. That is when Katmir got an idea, and his furiends sprang into action.

While many furs followed trained protocol, only to be shot down in their escape pods, Katmir went into the central areas of the cruiser to rig up their own safety zone. The Imperium fired upon the ship's engines and it's hull, causing enough damage to leave it derelict. But Katmir and his friends used their muscles and speedy ingenuity to reroute reserve powerplants into the ship's mall. Since it was built using modules, rigging together store units was easy. Convincing passengers to follow them was another matter altogether. One of the few who did join them was a relatively wealthy businessfur, Dr. Gallo, and a couple who ran a snack shop next to his unit. The doctor's grand opening of his adult entertainment station was now an utter failure, but Katmir rigged the two units together to make a temporarily safe haven. Katmir used Hephaestus to hack the grid code that kept them hidden to the Imperium. They waited for only a day before ejecting out of the cruise ship towards safety. Only one hundred and seven furs were rescued. They were picked up days later by a Tallosian freighter.

Dr. Gallo showed his gratitude to Katmir and his furiends by providing them with the resources needed to have a starship befitting their talents. Today, their new starship was ready. Tomorrow, they would begin trekking the friendly systems to have a hardy crew of engineers, riggers, fringe scientists, mech pilots, and a fully-staffed combination strip club and circus sideshow, if possible.

HexPoint's hand met his face. "I am loathe to think that strippers and fire jugglers would be willing to travel past the DMZ, Katmir."

"What? No fur can be all macho and pissed off all the time, Hex. Everyone needs to unwind and get their minds off of mortar explosions and laser-singed fur. Hold up... Yiffy-ki-yi-ay! Here we are peeps! Praxis is in view. Yo, Hex, not only can I see your house from here - I can hear yo momma callin' for ya."

"The fog is always thick here with all the colossal forests. I love it!"

The purple warthog named Tuscan on account of his long black hair sat in a large laser cannoneer's chair, housed in a gridlike bubble. He snorted a happy laugh, "Oh, yeah. Welcome to the jungle, again..."

=Praxis=

Their entry into the praxian atmosphere was rather impressive, as Praxis was still a pristine forested planet devoid of Imperial imposition. The skies were cloudy, and upon reaching a safe cruising altitude, the natural ecosystems of its cities could be seen peeking through the canopy below. Soon, they flew over the massive clearing that was the Lorain Ship Yards. There were several great sized starships being built within miles of each other there. Upon landing, Katmir did not see his starship among them.

In a few minutes, they walked into the offices, where the timber-wolf boss stepped around his desk to greet each of them with a handshake.

"Good morning, Mr Mahal, and your entourage?"

"Mornin', Mr Aaron. This is Tuscan of the House Minos and HexPoint of Lorelei, my guards. Dr. Fuertespalda, my chief science officer."

"Good to meet you sirs, madam. And is this your pet?"

"Close. It's a robotics experiment of mine. So! Where's my ship?"

"Right this way..." said the wolf, leaning behind his desk and hefting onto it a starship roughly two feet in length. Katmir's amber eyes darted between it and the wolf's grin. Mr Thomas Aaron was opening all sorts of panels on it, revealing the insides.

"See, Mr. Mahal? It's down to every minute detail. Stardrives are here, the cockpit, engineering decks, mech storage areas, apartments, laboratories, and waaay over in here is the waste disposal... Heh! Naah, it's just a bit of humor, Mr. Mahal. Show 'em boys." he chuckled. The office walls began moving away from each other, revealing it as a lookout point to where Katmir's new starship was built. The green fox smiled a big smile.

The near-perfect weather that day made it seem all the more impressive. At first glance, it resembled a thick frisbee with a large pentagonal central area at the center and a smaller, more streamlined section above it. Several multimedia screens appeared before them on the office platform, playing videos of it's construction, testing, and functionalities at the same time. Katmir stepped up to one video in particular of the bottom saucer section expanding with mechanical efficacy into a relatively enormous twenty-sided gridwork. "Ahh, my industrial complex. Look, it's just how I envisioned it. See? A dozen corvettes and three Legionnaire destroyers can be worked on at the same time. The outer shell plates serve as armor for rapid, in-battle repairs. Gimpy starfighter? The tow vessels and industrial mechas minimize equipment loss, sending all the little drones right back into the fray to compare gun sizes. Heh, heh, heh. Ooh, I can taste the fiscal superiority now..."

The timber wolf stood next to him. "Speaking of which, there is a substantial credit being returned to your account right now. You overpaid up front. Here's your access key card. The Hepati-, uh Heffalump...?"

"The Hephaestus!"

"Yeah, whatever. It's all yours. And thank you for using Lorain Ship Yards for all your starfaring needs."

=The Hephaestus, hours later=

"Captain's Log; incidental. We initiated our 'hiring protocols' when construction began, going through the underground channels of the virtual Grid and using ancient communications codes to gather our crewfurs. Not surprisingly, most of them are from Tallos. I expect our liaisons in the 9th Legion to take up my offer of working with them under private contract very soon. On another note, I've not heard one peep about my onboard strip club, and do not realistically anticipate any participation in that at this time. Seriously, things are getting worse in the galaxy. There's a rumor about Czar Jacob Blue expanding his forces into the outer Rim. That's what really overheats my bioware. From what black hole is he pulling these soldiers from? Is he cloning them? Mind-controlling them? Are they just too weak to not be conscripted? Well, whatever the case is, Fu and I are gonna develop some serious hardcore tech that's gonna make 'em change their minds about bein' the bad guys. Hephaestus?"

<HEPH> Yes, Captain?

"You're positive that we're not illegally parked out here? I don't wanna deal with the space stazis just yet."

<HEPH> +1 to orbit, sir. Also, our first crewfurs are en route.

"Fantastic. Now be a good program and fetch the Captain a cold beer."

<HEPH> In your armrest, sir.

"Oh, yes." Katmir hit the orange armrest of his captain's chair, revealing a refiregration unit with two bottles of Feer Beer inside. "Time to kick out the jams, mammajammerz."

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