Finally got to fuck Cyd, and it was so much fun. I could tell she’d been needing it, too.
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From the Timeline Sub-webpages:
2500s: USS TNH is built, tested, and sent to 34 Tauri, where its ramp-ups for 1st-float with the humans begin, followed by decades of deployments, patrols, and other missions
2500: SC: UED fleet reaches Koprulu Sector to resume command of the lost colonial supercarriers, battles with them, ends up being wiped out by the Zerg species.
2504: SC: Protoss-Zerg hybrid successfully mass-produced and seeded across the galaxy, expected to be even less manageable than the Xenomorph seeding. Predators are contracted as mercenaries and test-groups against them.
2506: HA: Project Orion is deactivated after failing to meet expectations and to stay under budget.
- FF: There is a call for settlers on Miranda, a world at the far edge of the system. Thirty million people settle there, and the Alliance mixes a chemical called the Pax into the air processors in an effort to curb aggression. The chemical is too effective, with the majority of the population becoming so passive that they eventually die. However, a tenth of one percent of the population have the opposite reaction, becoming uncontrollably violent.
- The Alliance sends a team to investigate what happened on Miranda, but they are all killed on the planet. One scientist survives long enough to send a message with their findings, along with a few of the images they had recorded of the dead, but she is killed in the midst of sending the signal.
- The Alliance suppresses the secret of their failed experiment on Miranda, along with any record on the Cortex of the planet’s existence. Rumor spreads that Miranda is a black rock, where the terraforming didn’t hold, and that just a few settlers died.
- The central planets of the Core which form the Anglo-Sino Alliance decide that all of the settled planets in 34 Tauri have to join under their rule. There is some disagreement on that point. As a result, the Alliance wages the War to Unite the Planets (or Unification War) to bring those planets under their rule, fighting against the Independent Faction, also known as the Browncoats.
2506-2511: FF: Unification War in 34 Tauri.
- Merciless cannibalistic killers known as Reavers begin appearing at the edges of the 34 Tauri system. Not knowing their origins, the general populace comes to think of this as the natural consequence of humanity pushing out farther every year; some men go savage on the edge of space after being too long removed from civilization. They have no philosophy, having forgotten how to be men, and some believe that they became nothingness itself when confronted with the nothing at the edge of the galaxy. However, Reavers are only the stuff of campfire stories to most people, and no Alliance government ever confirms their existence, so many do not believe they really exist. Legend has it that if Reavers take a ship, they will rape its crew to death, eat their flesh, and sew their skins into their clothing –and if the crew is very, very lucky, they will do it in that order.
- Griswalds (grenades the size of a battery, responding to pressure) are used in combat.
- The winter campaign outside of New Kasmir takes place.
- Alliance bio-weapons expert Durran Haymer targets neighborhoods with valuables, wipes out every living soul without damaging the goods he is after, then goes in and takes whatever he wants. Haymer becomes one of the biggest collectors of Earth-That-Was artifacts in the system this way, with warehouses full of items, but his prize piece is the Lassiter -one of only two known to still exist- which he was lucky enough to pick up for nothing. He eventually obtains a private estate on Bellerophon and exhibits the Lassiter in his parlour along with other artifacts from his collection.
- The Battle of Sturges is fought in space, leaving many shipwrecks in its aftermath. It will become notoriously well-known, considered by some to be the bloodiest, shortest battle in the entire war, with many lives “snuffed in a blink.” Unbeknownst to the general public, the battle is actually fought over a stash of money.
- Late March:The Battle of Serenity Valley is fought on Hera. It is among the most devastating and decisive battles of the war, as the valley is considered a key position by both sides, and it is bitterly fought over. The Alliance says they are going to waltz through the valley, but the Independent Faction, with sixteen brigades and twenty air-tank squads, do not make victory easy for them, holding the valley against Alliance forces for almost two months.
- Sergeant Malcolm Reynolds is stationed on Hera and in command of thirty-odd grunts, including Zoe Alleyne. Five days into the battle, there are so many officers dead that he commands two thousand, and he keeps all of them together, fighting, and sane. The Browncoats are forced to pile up the bodies of fellow soldiers and friends to build a wall because they have no cover, while blood just keeps pouring out of them. The survivors slip in it half the time, finding out that “bloodbath” is not just a figure of speech.
- Mid-May:Superior numbers and a brilliant deep-flank strategy by General Richard Wilkins begin to turn the tide at Serenity Valley in the Alliance’s favor.
- Malcolm Reynolds’s unit holds while waiting for air support from the 82nd, which never arrives. As a result, the Alliance overwhelms the battleground with their firepower.
- Nearly half a million people lie dead on the field at the end of the battle, about a third of them on the side of the Alliance; Malcolm Reynolds himself has maybe four hundred grunts still intact. Although the fighting is over, both sides leave their survivors there -wounded and sick and “near to mad as can still walk and talk”- while they negotiate the peace, and those soldiers keep dying.
- After a week of negotiations, a peace agreement is reached, with the Independents surrendering to Alliance forces.
- All of the settled worlds in 34 Tauri are united as a result of the peace agreement and the Anglo-Sino Alliance, which had originally formed on Earth-That-Was, and their collective comes to be formally known as the Union of Allied Planets. It is considered by some to be the dawn of a new galaxy.
Radicals within the Independent ranks dub themselves Dust Devils and keep fighting after their side has stood down, treating civilian militia like they were still soldiers despite not bothering to wear uniforms. Some consider them terrorists who kill a lot of good people, making it that much harder for a unified peace to take hold; but “Dust Devils” is spoken with pride on the rim, where others consider them local heroes or simply “strong-minded folk.”
Ten Dust Devils mount an attack on an Alliance tank, though one Alliance soldier can’t believe it when their eye in the sky registers only ten hostiles. An explosive is dropped into the tank, blowing it up and throwing Ephraim Sanda clear of the vehicle with someone standing over him.
The Dust Devils eventually scatter, but the Alliance gets a bead on a few now and again, and they want it known that those crimes are never forgiven, so they send former Alliance soldiers turned Special Ops agents, such as Ephraim, to “not forgive”. Since these agents consider the Dust Devils to be terrorists and war criminals, the war is not over in their eyes until every last Dust Devil is hunted down and executed.
2510: HA: Spartan-II Class I candidates are born.
2511: HA: John-117 is born in Elysium City on Eridanus II.
2515: FF: The Blue Sun Corporation operates classes at The Academy, where the intuitive (psychic?) genius River Tam is trained to become something more.
2517: FF: The human population in 34 Tauri passes the 50 billion mark.
- HA: UNSC initiates the Spartan-II program.
2518: LC: Australian physicist Nevel Kingston-Brown dies. In his life, he was one of those who exchanged minds with a Yithian.
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Maiden Voyage: 2510
Seeing my daughters (the ICVs) 3D-print this ship in Deep Space, all by singing to slush-matter they’d acquired from some of the asteroids, as well as a few comets from the Oort, was truly amazing and energizing. I felt so proud of them. They were taking my original 3D-printing (song-based) breakthroughs to a whole ‘nother level.
Now I was getting to see many of them man (or ‘girl’) the thing. Together, we would be ‘sailing’ it out across ‘the Black Ocean’… all the way from the Sun solar-system to that of 34 Tauri. Once there, we’d handpick the most potentially-compatible of the humans who’d settled over there, inviting them to try life and duty about this carrier of ours… in one of the greatest social experiments of all time.
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(TNH floats 1-14)
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TNH RCOH and Ramp-up]:
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Alexis: 2489-2516
This is that Alexis hottie from the SPA I mentioned in a journal entry long ago; I’d gotten a vision of her back in the early 21st century, and noticed her starting to manifest maybe one century ago. From 2489 to 2516, she did some work with us (my ship called TNH) –even though we were so far out from the system her organization and ship were bound to. Her work as an undercover and lethal agent out/back there had led her onto the trail of someone fleeing out our/my way.
Alexis was like so many other bitches (women) who’d grown up in a universe/time/era where they had to be cold and cunty just in order to survive. Want to move up in the world (in ranks, or in business)? You had to be colder and cuntier still. That works until they run into guys like Me.
I let Alexis do her thing; the cookie-cutter (predictable/standard/uniform) bullshit where she tries to impress and intimidate, while making it painfully clear she isn’t there for any fun. Once she started to realize –not just notice– I truly didn’t care, wasn’t a threat, and wouldn’t even think of trying to hold her back, she mellowed out a little –at least around Me. In a half-rage (of frustration), half-loss-of-control (from sexual frustration), she burst into my office aboard the carrier (TNH) one day, and ended up taking it all out on me –by fucking.
The rest is history; she’s now my trusted and eternal go-to lady for all matters SPA and Sun solar-system. We fuck every time we’re both in the same part of the galaxy. I’ve had some of my Inisfreeans clandestinely helping ensure her continued rise to the top –all without letting on to it, keeping even her in the dark about it; so she never loses her effective and beautiful edge.
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TNH Float #15, and the Return to Miranda:
Ironic (and no coincidence) that this final deployment of the carrier I had my ICVs make… was now taking us to a planet named after the woman Alexis from the SPA looked a lot like; Miranda Lawson from the Mass Effect series. Also no coincidence, I say/think, that the planet sharing her name… had started off remarkably beautiful and desirable, yet been interfered with until it had fallen apart as a zombie-overrun war-zone, removed from the minds and data-banks of most, and left out there to die… until I showed up, saving the day. Things have a way of looping back over on themselves, taking on new forms, manifesting as humanoids incarnate… or entire worlds.
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Cyd:
I fucked with this poor woman so hard, and all for the sake of my goddamned spells; I always had to write the most eloquent and clever settings into being, and sometimes (at least way back when) that meant manifesting grueling indoctrination courses and nuclear-winter-level (emotional/relationship) fallouts right after. Cyd had been drawn to me by destiny, manifesting in such a way that reminded me so much of her previous incarnation’s lookalike self; it looked like that Freya Storm pantheran (shapeshifter/were-panther humanoid alien from another planet, yanked to Earth by the unexpected mix-up portals during The Shift that overlapped The Rapture) I’d met in New York all those decades and centuries ago. Cyd was here just as much to experience what I’d been working on this whole time… as she was to fuck off (from her original timeline) and fuck.
I started seducing her and seeding her mind right from day one, using my subtle leg movement trick to get her looking at my crotch involuntarily, thereby making her blush and think about only one thing. By the time I got her up on that big ship of mine, I knew we would be making memories throughout its halls and homes. Even when she talked a little cocky-pilot trash about how things were wired under the console of one of my lesser ships, we still fucked right outside its cockpit door.
Had she gotten what she’d wanted and moved on? I really hadn’t had any dealings or contact with her after she worked with me so briefly as that Firefly-class transport-ship’s new pilot. I wonder if she just got herself signed up with crews like that… to fuck her favorite members of them (‘member’-pun not intended, though it is fun). Maybe she was secretly a cuck, teasing her man/men like that back wherever they were from. Maybe she was just daring to have a one-time thing with me, then letting it fall apart or blow up to seem like she felt safer ‘back home’. I don’t feel sorry for whomever she was with back there, though; I’ve seen the kind of boyish false-males the worlds she came from produced.
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Fleet Homecoming: 2540s
This grand return of mine to Inisfree wasn’t with my entire cosmic fleet/s; The Mapping Campaign was long over, and I was merely flying (portal-ing) back from TNH still out in and around 34 Tauri, only Nyria with me this time. Still, it was nice to have a homecoming celebration thrown just for us, and even a little romantic. I was glad to be rid of those humans out there, too, even though they’d been the best of their kind out in that solar system.
Amber ICV1 had arranged the whole thing; we had the fireworks, airshow, and yurts festival spread out over our Welcoming Square that I always set in motion for people coming to (or back to) us. Nyria sat by my side, and frequently turned to melt and make out with me, the whole evening, night, and breakfast through. I took up to a private glamp-site on our central mountain, and made love to her until we were both deliciously spent and satisfied, the fingers of our nearest hands still tightly interlaced and gripping.
I was reminded of the fireworks I’d seen over the Northwood country club in Texas; they’d been my first fireworks ever, and I remembered the castle-like balcony outside the clubhouse, the smell of popcorn and hotdogs nearby, the talking, the warm Texas dusk air, and the company of fake-family weirdos. It was so nice to be enjoying even better fireworks here, and with only the best of company in all The Verse. Nyria was my firstborn, after all, and my greatest proof that all I’d envisioned was healthy and made real.
No more homecomings with losers at my childhood high schools; these homecomings were for fleets who’d been my real team and people all along.
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