The Galactic Scene
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The galaxy is at a standstill, two superpowers in a cold war.
The United Earth Accord; A massive megacorporation dedicated to naught but profit and expansion.
The Wanderers of Aldebaran; An isolationist state, dedicated to research and 'fuck you, go away' technology. [Likely going to get a new name soon, feel free to suggest some!]
Last update: Marxist-Leninism? Nah, the Wanderers have their own ideology now! No more are they bound by Terran words!
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- Earth & The Corporate Conglomerate (The United Earth Accord)
Core Identity: Earth is no longer a planet of nations, but a brand—marketed, monetized, and managed. What was once a network of governments has long since collapsed into a singular economic entity: The United Earth Accord. It’s not a unified government in the traditional sense, but a collection of hyper-powerful corporations that collectively dictate life on Earth and its colonies. The lines between state and shareholder have been dissolved—profit is law, and the boardroom is the battlefield.
Cultural Mindset:
People are products—every individual is a metric in a quarterly report.
Efficiency is morality—waste is sacrilege, idleness is criminal.
Growth is godhood—expansion is the central dogma, and endless consumption is both right and ritual.
Aesthetic & Atmosphere:
Chrome spires, orbital ads, luxury warships wrapped in neon brand emblems.
Synthetic skies filtered through layers of climate-control contracts.
Every citizen wears a loyalty band keyed to their corporate allegiance, monitored in real time.
Languages are co-opted into marketing slogans; culture is homogenized by ad campaigns.
Technological Ethos:
FTL travel is branded by megacorps (“HyperRushTM by DynexCorp”), with travel taxed per light-year.
AI systems serve as departmental vice-presidents and make policy decisions.
Even emotions are commodified—mood-regulating implants are sold in tiers.
Foreign Policy:
Expansion is non-negotiable. Diplomacy is a temporary measure between acquisition phases.
All other species are viewed through the lens of market potential. Those with incompatible ideologies are destabilized or absorbed.
Their warships are called “Market Rebalancers,” and invasions are branded as “Hostile Mergers.”
2. The Wanderers of Aldebaran (Zhar'Ni Vo'Re'Thall)
Core Identity: The Wanderers of Aldebaran are one of the oldest civilisations in the galaxy, and the inheritors of hardship, born from the frost-laced world of Evanda Zuun, where survival demanded unity and strength. Governed by a unique ideology, the Re’Thall forged a society that prioritizes the collective will above all else. They are isolationist, militant, and uncompromising—because compromise means extinction. You will find no advertisements, or corporate designs anywhere in the Wanderers of Aldebaran and its territories, as nothing enters their territory without authorization. Currency holds no power against the Re'Thall.
Species: The Re’Thall
Two-tailed, vulpine beings evolved for cold, with crystalline eyes and digitigrade agility.
Natural telepaths—every citizen is part of the psionic web, reserved only for psychics in the galaxy, be it natural or artificial.
Despite psionics, verbal speech is retained for ritual, emotional nuance, and interaction with non-psionics.
Cultural Mindset:
The people are sacred. Every action taken is done for the survival and enrichment of the collective.
Suffering must not repeat. Their history is one of hardship, and they will never be burdened like that again.
The galaxy is not their concern—but their home is inviolable.
Survival is memory. Every citizen is taught the tales of the Last Autumn—how they survived a dying world, and carved sanctuary from starless dark.
Ideology: Zha’Kirel
Meaning: “Path of Many, Freed to Choose”
Construction:
Zha → “Many” / “Community”
Ki → “Choice / Freedom”
Rel → “Path / Way / Doctrine”
This emphasizes the core Re’Thall ethos: community-oriented decision-making, personal freedom, and egalitarian structures — all within a collective “path” rather than a rigid state apparatus. It’s concise, alien, and rolls off the tongue in a way consistent with Re’Thall naming conventions.
Terran Name:
Profit of the People
Rationale: Terrans encountering Zha’Kirel early would immediately notice its communal, democratic, and egalitarian focus, but through a Terran lens, they’d translate it in terms they understand: wealth distributed efficiently among a collective. “Profit” here is ironic, because the ideology isn’t capitalist, but it reflects the Terran assumption that anything organized collectively must ultimately have economic consequences.
Definition / Core Principles:
Zha’Kirel / Profit of the People is a socio-political doctrine emphasizing that communities are sovereign actors in their own right, empowered to collectively govern their resources, make decisions democratically, and pursue shared prosperity. Individual freedom is not sacrificed for the collective; rather, the community exists to protect and amplify the freedom and responsibility of each member. Economic equality is balanced with personal choice, and social bonds are regarded as essential to maintaining cohesion in the face of expansion into uncharted space.
Key Tenets:
Democratic Autonomy – Decisions arise from local consensus, not centralized authority.
Community Freedom – Personal liberty is intertwined with responsibility to one’s peers.
Equitable Ownership – Resources, knowledge, and labour are collectively maintained to ensure fairness without coercion.
Adaptive Path – Doctrine evolves with circumstances, particularly in exploration or contact with new worlds.
Interstellar Solidarity – Expansion into the galactic era is seen as a shared venture, balancing risk and reward among the community.
Governance Structure: The Five Directors
Internal Affairs – Ensures ideological cohesion, internal security [Including spaceborne defence.], and counterintelligence.
External Affairs – Handles reconnaissance, surveillance of foreign powers, and limited diplomatic channels.
Militia – Oversees the war-fleet, planetary combat, and counter-invasion doctrine, aiding Internal Affairs in defensive operations during times of peace.
Logistics – Manages infrastructure, supply chains, and civilian welfare.
Research – Directs studies, education, and technological advancement (often purely for defence).
Each Director rules with collective accountability, the people decide if they're operating in their best interests.
Aesthetic & Atmosphere:
Brutalist architecture dots each city, huddled around in circles around the Spires of Evanda Zuun, each building was designed to keep warmth in.
Each city functions as a bastion—defensible, hidden, and powered by cold fusion reactors, or, in a pinch, the Spires: Giant steam engines once designed to bring warmth to survivors of the Last Autumn.
Their ships are cloaked in reflective alloys that bend light and mind alike—seen too late, heard too late. The vessels also tend to be far larger than their equivalent types in other civilizations, the Wanderers have embraced spacedocks for what they are, the removal of many limitations.
Minimalist yet symbolically rich. Art is often geometric and psionically active, singing to those who can hear.
Technological Ethos:
While the Accord builds loud, the Wanderers build clever—their post-galactic tech favours longevity, concealment, and precision.
The Wanderers favour quality, but they have more than enough of a workforce to build in the same quantity as others.
Foreign Policy:
Absolutely non-expansionist. They neither seek war nor welcome trade.
Treat contact as contamination. Their isolation is strategic, not cowardly.
They will allow a hundred insults—but not one invasion. Retaliation is surgical, total, and final.
Species deemed existential threats to the Re’Thall are “removed.” Permanently, and not always quietly.
3. The Galactic Stage.
Tone of the Galaxy: The stars are not safe. Not from war, not from peace. Ideologies drift like debris from forgotten moons. Trade routes are choked by embargo, and diplomacy tastes like poison filtered through bureaucracy. It's an age of hostile expansion and righteous isolation—where survival depends not just on strength, but on the strength of belief.
Liminal Zones:
Border worlds flicker between propaganda and panic, caught between the corporate boot and the whisper of the Wanderers.
Neutral trade stations sell black-market Re’Thall tech or Earth loyalty upgrades, depending on the dock.
Pirate guilds, failed colonies, independent thinkers—everyone tries to carve space for breath.
Other Species (Implied):
Subjugated species under the Accord live in branded caste systems. Some serve as soldiers, others as mascots.
Species allied with the Wanderers are few, mostly isolated rebels or cultures similarly burned by Earth’s greed.
Many more species hide in the outer reaches, waiting, praying not to be noticed by either side.
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The galaxy hums like a market at dusk — bright lights, whispered promises, and the faint metallic tang of ships settling into orbit. On Earth, the old maps have been redrawn as balance sheets and logos; nations were swallowed by conglomerates, and governance now wears a ticker-symbol as its crown. Faster-than-light lanes stitch distant systems into supply chains, and every star is an opportunity to be bought, branded, or erased. In the mid-galactic era, commerce is not merely commerce: it is doctrine, ritual, and weaponry, and the United Earth Accord moves through the stars with the confidence of a predator that has learned to think in fiscal quarters.
Life under the Accord is a choreography of algorithms and incentives. Cities pulse with advertisements that curve the sky; loyalty bands and biometric contracts turn citizens into nodes in a capitalist lattice where identity is licensed and dissent is an inefficiency to be optimized away. Corporate fleets — ostentatious, heavily armed, and embossed with sixteen different trademarks — make diplomacy a quarterly operation. Technology is sold in tiers: private thought-interfaces and filtered memories for the wealthy, lifespan guarantees tied to stock performance, and “Market Rebalancer” interventions that cloak invasions as corporate acquisitions. Yet for all the gloss, there are seams: black markets in outlawed psionic tech, dockside stations where refugees trade stories for passage, and quiet corners where a remembered past resists commodification.
Against that tide stand the Wanderers of Aldebaran — the Re’Thall, a species carved by ice and necessity on Evanda Zuun. Two-tailed and digitigrade, with psionic currents running through their speech, they value the collective as life itself. Governed by five Directors who command Internal Affairs, External Affairs, the Militia, Logistics, and Research, their society is an imprint of discipline and protective ferocity: every law, invention, and ship is built to preserve the people first. Their cities are engineered bastions, their fleets ghostlike and patient, and their psionic networks make secrecy communal rather than solitary. For the Re’Thall, contact is contamination; contact that cannot be contained is extermination. Their isolation is not ignorance, but a strategy honed for survival.
Now, the galaxy balances on the edge of decisions and small cruelties. Border systems grow tense as corporate expansion brushes against sanctuaries; neutral outposts hum with rumour and bargaining; forgotten species watch and measure which power might be the lesser threat. In this place of mirrored motives — where growth is holy for some and survival is sacred for others — nothing is inevitable. The future here is a scratched ledger, a sealed communiqué, a signal that might never be answered. Walk among the advertising towers or the obsidian citadels, listen to the unread files and the unspoken transmissions, and decide which truths you will carry forward — or which you will try to bury.
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