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As of 2149 (a couple years after the end of the Orionite War for National Rejuvenation), five member species are official signatories of the United Federation of Orion’s founding document, the Singapore Treaty. However, most people consider it as eight, separating humanity’s two major sections as well as their two spawn.

These include:

- Terran Humanity. The founders, the big dogs, and the eldest. Incredibly happy to be here with their gang. From the planet of Earth, although spread throughout the Federation. Lots of genetic diversity due to gene modification, which leads to some interesting results as you’ll see later down the line.

- the Dilinici. A race of mammals with a thick, inert fur coating. Humanity’s closest companion given they have the most compatible set of communication systems (both using vocal and gestural language). Often compared to Terran Bears, although significantly smaller. Native to Stör!le|le. Very low in population and new to space. Happy to be here with their protectors.

- the Europans. A race of close-to-fish that mostly use electrical impulses to communicate. Pretty close allies with the Terran Humans due to sharing a home system. Relatively isolationist. Often compared to Terran cookie-cutter sharks. Still has a massive culture shock from uplift, and isn’t quite as happy to be here. Lowkey stressed as fuck but doing their best.

- the Frinstari. A race of nomadic insectoids native to the Austrickan Transolar Empire with a destroyed homeworld. No close Terran analogue. Mostly fucks with the Federation because they give them free rein over space so long as they follow the laws. Look very closely at the “I Really Wish I Weren’t Here Right Now!” button.

- the Zincstili. Another nomadic race, this time much more warlike. Basically space mongol crocodiles. Really fucks with Terran humanity after they put up a stiff resistance to them, and the Austrickans basically forced them together during their occupation of the Orion Arm. Exceedingly willing to go along with the Federation’s bullshit in the name of protecting their pack.

- Cantoran Humanity. Don’t ask why there’s two of them, they’re magic. Probably gonna blend with Terran Humanity at some point as magic seeps out of Cantora. Contemplative. Is this what the stars are truly like? Is this what they have gazed up at for millennia wondering what if? How many beliefs can this call into question?

- the Synthetoids. Terran Humanity’s robot friends who they built because they were lonely before everyone else showed up. Generally act very similar to humans with some quirks. Does not like the irrationality of the Organic Species but puts up with it because they like them.

- the Therians. A catch-all term for uplifted Terran species and hybrids with humanity. Same situation as the Synthetoids. Basically anything between an outright anthropomorphic animal and a catgirl. “Every day, we stray further from god.”

Throughout the galaxy, most species have highly complex communication structures. Most rely on a series of chemical communication (referred to colloquially, especially in the United Federation of Orion as pheromones) to exhibit their ideas. Speech, skin patterns, pheromones, gestures, vibrations, and even electricity can form the parts of various species’ communication systems.

This makes communication galaxy-wide surprisingly difficult, as many species simply have something that no other species has, or something it shares with very few species. This means translators are needed between species, whether automated or Sapient, and are usually quite fallible. For instance, one species communicates mostly with pheromones and gestures, while one species communicates mostly by electricity; a middleman species is often needed for translation that can understand one of each.

However, there are two major exceptions to this complexity; the Dilinicans and Humanity.

Both almost in their entirety use speech and gestures to communicate; humanity is commonly considered to have weak pheromones, and could technically communicate via electricity using static buildup and an established system, however the former is, as mentioned, extremely weak, and the latter far too complicated. The Dilinicans have highly inert skin and a thick exterior, meaning all of their communication is via speech and gestures.

As such, both Humanity and the Dilicans have abnormally complex spoken language compared to the rest of the galaxy. Even with Human efforts to simplify their Official Language, it still has hundreds more sounds than even some of the more complicated spoken languages of the galaxy.

This has made the two species fast friends, as their physiology is abnormally compatible for trans-species communication, especially after later adaptation of Esperanto and Signuno (humanity’s official spoken and gestural languages for diplomacy and governmental communication) to accommodate some of the minor differences between Human and Dilinici vocal cords.

Welcome to die Waldjäger, the premier organization for hunting monsters, killing demons, protecting the citizenry, and dropkicking whiny nobility throughout Urdoberingia. 800 years of service to its people, and more disunited than ever. Potentially going to start a liberal revolution sometime in the next five years.

Meet the four leaders:

Astraea Schiller, a (former) princess who leads the Liberal arm of the organization. Its greatest advocate of just dropping the nobility altogether (personal experience) and throwing together a democracy. Extreme anti-slaver, radical republican. Runs a tabloid. Potentially a war criminal. Do not trust her with prisoners.

Friedrich Müller, a mad scientist who leads the Proto-Technocrat wing of the organization. fucks off into the forest for several days and comes back with a new appendage - there’s a 50% chance said appendage is some variant of a tentacle. Surprisingly, a pretty decent person. Progress at any cost type of guy, but actually, y’know, sticks to that. Doesn’t really believe democracy will work out but decides to just work with the rest of them.

Sargylana Kostromskaya, this girl who just appeared out of nowhere and said she was a leader and nobody really contested it who leads the communist wing of the organization. Thinks everybody should just keep to themselves and leave each other alone. Also thinks the oncoming Industrial Revolution is cringe, as are the foreign nobles who try telling the natives what to do. As opposed to Astraea, is 100% without a doubt a war criminal.

Anatoli Shkuro, a Cossack who leads the Conservative wing of the organization. Good luck seeing him at meetings, there’s a 90% chance he’s at home trying to get the various Cossack Hosts to not disembowel each other over the slightest issues. Mostly just wants the nobility to stop telling people what to do (especially the Cossacks), otherwise couldn’t really care about the deal with the rest of them. Kinda vibes with Astraea’s democracy thing but mostly just wants the nobles gone.

(Title from “The Cossack’s Song”, translated from Russian.)

Image 1: Anatoli Shkuro, Codename “Bogatyr”, title “Ataman”

Image 2: Traditional Cossack Cavalry; Anatoli appears similar

(This takes place in my world. Who knows how your OC got here?)

How did you manage to get lost in a field!?

Your OC is hopelessly wandering. They’re in what looks like a massive wild grass field. There’s no civilization at any horizon - just swaying wild grass, short but ungrazed, and the sun beating down on them. The only saving grace was a slight breeze, giving them some respite from the intending heat.

Very little sound was heard. The whistling of wind, mostly, and the scraping of rodents beneath their feet trying to earn their meager living in a steppe.

However, there, far in the distance, they could hear something. Footsteps- no. The galloping of hooves.

When they turned, they saw him.

A lone Cossack galloping across the Steppes on the back of a magnificent brown horse.

He was galloping towards them. A blade was sheathed at his side, and he seemed to almost glide across the grasses like it was nothing to him. He cried out, his voice echoing across the feather-grass:

“тримайся!”

It sounded imperative, but not threatening - if your OC knows a lick of Ukrainian, it roughly means “Hold On!”. Although it was spoken with an inflection that didn’t seem normal.

He stopped beside them, glancing down at them with an expression somewhere between worry, trepidation, and confusion. He cleared his throat.

“What are you doing out here?”

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Rules&Regulations:

No romance. Just a personal ick.

Combat is allowed - Anatoli has magic, he’s capable.

Try to limit this to OCs who could reasonably get lost in a giant field. No magic teleporting or gods, you get the gist.

As for my check to make sure you read the rules:

Did you watch the Kentucky Derby? If so, who did you root for/bet on winning? It’s fine if you didn’t watch (or don’t even know that is), just tell me so I know you read the rules! :)

I intend for this to be somewhat short of an RP. I may take a while to respond as life has been pretty hectic, and I’m also soon to go to sleep. Sorry if I take a long time! :(

Welcome to the Cantoran Intervention. Oh my get me out of this hellhole.

The United Federation of Orion’ Mechanized Cavalry are mostly Mechas of every flavor - big, small, flying, gun, Rocket, what have you. The Recon have speeders and light IFVs as well as just normal motorcycles. Cantora’s (and especially Urdoberingia’s) Hussars and Cossacks are generally horseman above all else, there are also Halfling Cossacks who ride Shepard dogs and the occasional host that rides drakes, wyverns, and/or dragons.

As you can expect (and tell from the meme), when the two sides had an open dialogue, most of the constituent units were more than happy to “compare mounts”.

And by that I mean race mechs against drakes, speeders against horses, and joust each other.

Fortunately, nobody died.

Also fortunately, everyone had fun.

Top Left: Anatoli Ivanovich Shkuro, Codename “Bogatyr”, Title “Ataman”

Top Right: Astraea Schiller, Codename “Gamma”, Title “Archon”

Bottom Left: Friedrich Müller, Codename “Johannes”, Title “Kaiser”

Bottom Right: Sargylana Aurorevna Kostromskaya, Codename “Kalina”, Title “Tsar”

Clandestine meetings like this were rather the norm amongst the Waldjägers. While they weren’t technically illegal in the most generous sense of the term, they were heavily monitored; even the forests, their home, were kept under a constant watch. Any movement was reported to the king, added to a long list of reasons why they wanted to outlaw the organization permanently.

Tonight was one of those nights.

How your OC managed to get there is up to you. Perhaps they simply heard voices in the distance and went to investigate; perhaps they are here for a malicious purpose; or perhaps they merely stumbled upon this sacred meeting place, the beautiful Glen of the Forest Hunters. And from there, they knew what was happening.

Gathered around a tree that arced towards the heavens were three people: Anatoli, Astraea, and Friedrich. The Ataman, the Archon, and the Kaiser. Anatoli was speaking, his hat (more similar to a Cossack’s than in the image) tilting about on his head as he gesticulated wildly.

“The peasants are waning. If we don’t offer our support now, then the revolt will fizzle out before it even gets going!”

Friedrich spoke after, his tentacle coming to rest against Anatoli’s hand, stilling its wild movement. “Our forces are still depleted from the last revolt. We can’t commit the Jägers too hard, lest we tire ourselves out while the forest grows hungrier…”

Astraea spoke after. “Johannes, Bogatyr is right. The people need somebody to rally behind; if we don’t show up in their time of need, will they try again next time, knowing their trust was misplaced?”

“All the same, Gamma, we can’t be everywhere at once-“

“Hold on.” Astraea said, sniffing the air, before instantly snapping her eyes towards your OC - glistening crimson depths, echoing one psychic message directly into their head: you’re not supposed to be here. “Tsar! We have company!”

Your OC heard the click of a rifle behind them, the cold steel of the muzzle of an arquebus pressed against their head. “Don’t move.”

Behind them was the Tsar. Kalina. Sargylana. And she had a rifle against their head.

“What is your purpose here, инфильтратор?”

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Rules:

No romance. I’m just personally not comfortable with it.

Combat is allowed, but not required; it’ll take some convincing, but it’s not in a ranger’s conscience to kill without proof.

I am not open to DMs, sorry.

I may be late to respond as I will head to bed soon!

If you’ve read this, tell me your favorite book or book series. If you’ve don’t have one, tell me your favorite movie!

If you don’t have either… honestly at that point just tell me.

I will ONLY respond to people who meet both the length requirement and the rules requirement!

Amongst the Battlecruisers, one line stands out: the Legacy-class, the only class that breaks the naming convention of Battlecruisers by naming them after former Battleships and Battlecruisers of human nations from before the unification - those that had not already been used in the Warspite-class Supercruisers, anyhow.

Four of the class’ ships, the New Jersey, Hood, Sovetsky Soyuz, and Vittorio Veneto had been stationed at Deep Space Anchor 37 as a rapid response force in case of Austrickan incursion during the Orionite War for National Rejuvenation. These were reinforced by various patrols, ranging from single corvettes up to heavy cruiser forces.

In the case of the Battle of LR47aa, it was one of these single ship forces - that being the corvette OFNS Leslie C. Allen - that encountered an Austrickan Light Cruiser Task Force, aiming to slowly pick apart the enemy patrols and grind them down.

The Leslie C. Allen would send out a distress beacon, and, due to the size disparity, erroneously (though unintentionally) claimed they were under attack by a force of enemy Battlecruisers looking to puncture the defensive line and enter Orionite space.

All four battlecruisers, as well as various lighter ships accompanying them, would scramble to meet this supposed Battlecruiser force and break or degrade it before it could punch through.

What might’ve been a decent fight if one of them had shown up turned into a slaughter as the light cruisers were utterly annihilated by four of humanity’s most modern battlecruisers.

The Leslie C. Allen would apologize for the mix-up, to the facepalming of everyone present.

The Tadeusz Kościuszko-class Defense Station is a family of defense installations of the United Federation of Orion, designed to be deployed in a planetary orbit to aid in the defense of that planet; however, the Casimir Pulaski is also available for defense of hyperlanes.

It is an extremely powerful defensive station, with one of the largest antimatter reactors in the known galaxy. Thanks to this, it has a massive energy reserve, which gives it the ability to use railguns as its primary armament (a luxury amongst space vessels) as well as a horrifically complex shield array.

Between all its guns, its powerful shields, its thick armor, and its ability to produce its own food, it’s an extremely powerful defensive station that even the biggest fleets have trouble cracking.

Case in Point, the Siege of New Austerlitz; despite the fleet defending it being of meager size, thanks to the unbreakable station they were able to defend the planet until reinforcements arrived.

The station was barely scratched.

Polish Engineering Wins Again.

A rough explanation of the beginning of the Orionite Liberation War:

- Titan gets pissed and declares rebellion

- everyone sees that and was just like “wait we can do that?”

- Ganymede revolts

- Tethys Military says fuck it and sides with the protestors

- Mars peaces out

- Earth fucks off

- Aurora is gone

- Nowopolska does what the Poles do

- Novalusitânia and Vargasia piss off

- New Arizona JFKs its governor

- Armstrong makes things go boom

- Ceti Delta IV begins another Coal War (they’ve been doing it for like three centuries now honestly not much changed)

- New Tonkin is literally just Vietnam again

- Novapatagonia just kind of breaks away and nobody notices

- Yangguang jumps everyone including itself

- Centauri III does a prison riot planetwide

- New Austerlitz does Napoleon again

- Eisenhower basically detonates itself

(Chapter title from the German song Wir Sind der Geyers Schwarzer Haufen, or We Are Geyer’s Black Horde)

Welcome to the Waldjägers. Officially, an organization dedicated to hunting horrible monsters, safeguarding forests from said monsters, protecting locals outside the reach of city guards, and guiding people through the dangerous forests of the Kingdom of Urdoberinigia.

In the common mind, treehuggers, helpful guides, smiling forest rangers, and Smokey the Bear.

Unofficially:

- The Biggest Hotbed of Liberal Sentiments in the Kingdom

- Extremely Radical Republicans, Liberals, and Atheists

- Come in three flavors: Magical Girl, Vietcong, and Knight

- would you be even a little surprised if I said the magical girls are the most likely to beat you to death with a rock and then lynch you?

- Extremely likely to chop off a nobleman’s head at the slightest opportunity

- 90% chance of supporting a peasant rebellion, and the 10% chance is because they’re busy supporting a different peasant rebellion

- prepare to find various corrupt nobles hanging from trees after a long night of drinking

- oh yeah they also drain entire bars of their alcohol whenever a group of them passes through

- alchemymaxxers who also fw chemistry

- literally everybody in the kingdom wants them gone but nobody has the balls to make the first move

- two seconds away from starting a revolution at any moment

- will end up being the biggest supporters of those guys from the Stars who say that liberal democracy is peak fiction

When someone says the title “Great Watcher”, the room goes silent.

Those ancient primordial beings who sit at the heart of the galaxy. There’s little more than rumor of what they truly are.

Observers, wishing merely to witness the galaxy? Doomed men, caught in the gravity of Sagittarius without any hope of escape? Or horrors, trapped there by species long ago? Are they even real, or a trick of sensors in the Physics Hell that is a black hole’s proximity?

Nobody wanted an answer, for fear that it would destroy them all - or mere apathy, that they had better things to do.

But far be it from the United Federation of Orion to fall in line with the rest of the galaxy.

When they announced their plan - to use the trace amounts of Watcher DNA scattered across the Galactic Disk to rebuild one, for the sake of curiosity - hundreds of thousands of objections flooded them immediately.

They don’t know what they’re unleashing. By constructing one, they will draw the others. What if they will smite the Federation for their blasphemy? Were they not already playing god with their resurrection of other extinct species? Would they never be sated?

Terror bombings. Military assaults. Cyberwarfare. All in turn failed to stop it - this Operation Hammond, this mad plot to unleash the ancients for nothing but baseline curiosity of what they were.

Eventually, it was done. The Watcher stepped from the chamber, regarding the five species around it with untranslatable clicks and hisses. The sounds of a newborn.

And a lone transmission, from deep in the center of the galaxy:

“01000001 00100000 01001110 00100000 01000101 00100000 01010111 00100000 01000100 00100000 01000001 00100000 01010111 00100000 01001110 00101110 00100000 01010111 00100000 01000101 00100000 01010100 00100000 01001000 00100000 01000001 00100000 01001110 00100000 01001011 00100000 01011001 00100000 01001111 00100000 01010101 00100000 00101110.”

Welcome to yet another episode of Sci-Fi Marines dicking around in a magical world. In this episode:

A random Commando walks up to the fire mage who split a demon horde in half with a wall of fire, and asks if she can light up her smoko.

For the record, she did.

Welcome to the United Federation of Orion Paratrooper Corps. The humans had one idea, the Zincstili another. The Dilinicans followed the humans, the Europans don’t have to worry about it.

The Frinstari were made for this.

Similar to Tellurian Squirrels, the Frinstari can extend their (albeit very large) body in such a way as to make even their terminal velocity extremely survivable. Beyond that, instincts similar to cats make them extraordinarily likely to survive falls due to being able to distribute the fall across their body. While this does begin to fail on heavier planets, it’s cheap, it works, and most importantly, the Frinstari love doing it. And it’s not like the human method doesn’t also begin to fail in the same place.

So you might have droppods raining giant crocodiles from orbit while humans are jumping out of planes with Just Cause-esque Gliders, meanwhile the Frinstari are just on their own hurtling towards the earth at a relatively slow speed, firing their guns and making everyone have a bad day.

Not a fun position to be in.

Average Day in Operational Zone Barbarossa (composing most of the Grünwald, the City of Leorenzo, and the Reinos River Watershed) for an Interplanetary Commando:

Wake up

Boring ahh guard duty

Play with the native kids

Try not to accidentally piss off a witch and have a curse bestowed on your bloodline

Potentially start a family with the cute primitive girl

Go to sleep

Average Day in Operational Zone Suvorov (composing the Northern Grünwald, High Plains, and Drachengrat Mountains) for the same commandos:

Wake Up

Another demon incursion, go deal with that

Guess what more demons

Local dukes are trying to kill all of us, kill them first

even more demons

Meet with the very few agreeable people on this godforsaken planet because they are *also* getting killed by the dukes and demons

Kill seven billion demons

Go back to sleep to the sound of artillery fire and spells

Essentially if you get stuck in Operational Zone Suvorov, God help you

The Cantoran Intervention in 3246 brought up a lot of questions. Number one, of course, was how the hell there were two versions of humanity independent of one another. Number two was how the hell one version had magic while the other appeared to advance much faster with technology.

Number three was how were we going to get both versions to not dick around with the other side.

This was… not successful.

Cue Magical Girls joyriding speeders, the United Federation of Orion’s Interplanetary Commandos taking flaming swords as war trophies and commencing duels, and the chain of command having a meltdown because *oh my god just be normal for five seconds*.

All of this while mutually attempting to repel a demonic invasion on the planet and thus having to work together.

Because no matter what planet your from, what evolutionary path you took, whether you have magic or technology… humans are going to fuck around and find out.

Oh and that’s not even ***mentioning*** the other species who were involved, both indigenous to Cantora and coming along from the Federation.

The United Federation of Orion’s Armed Forces are naturally pretty devolved by virtue of being a cosmopolitan nation with species from many different biomes. This includes the Europans, native to the Jovian Moon of Europa within the Sol System.

Of course, it’s nice to have complete superiority in any major campaigns in the water… but how do you make sure Europan servicemen can aid the battles on land?

Simple. Give them amphibious tanks.

Human and Europan designers worked day and night to create various vehicles to allow them to help their gang. This culminated in the Sutherland-Bvosokna SPV M19U4a9 Ramsay MBT, a modified version of the M19U4a1 Eisenhower MBT designed to operate both on land and in water.

So, now the Europans not only annihilated basically any chance of enemy naval forces being a problem, they could now actively screw over any coastal areas with deployed ships and tanks.

Took a little longer to figure out how to land it on a planet, but once they did, it was basically curtains for anybody who wanted to try to take the seas. When asked how the hell they managed this, the chief officer of the project had this to say:

“YOU UTTER FOOL! ORIONITE ENGINEERING IS THE GALAXY’S STRONGEST!”

NAVY YOU DO NOT NEED MORE THAN ELEVEN SUPERSHIP TASK FORCES!

THE AUSTRICKANS ARE ALREADY GETTING TURNED TO ASH!

WE JUST APPROVED THE OFNS *FINAL ARGUMENT*!

WHY DO WE NEED ANOTHER ONE?