Fleet System Story

The Story Behind Fleet System Version 2
A Word Of Introduction All good games have a story, and this one is no different. Yet although I am about to give you the History, or the Story behind the Game. The Real story is for you all to go out and make. You will determin the body and the end. I will merely point out the past. It is your job to create the Future . . . . . A brief timeline showing the histories of the Shivan Clans
The Nosk'ar Year 10,135 B.C. Location: Andromeda Galaxy - Algon Solar System And so it began. The story of a people, a world, that is no more, but lives on in the Nightmare they unleashed, not only upon themselves, but the whole Galaxy, the whole Universe. The Year 10,135 B.C., important why? Because it was not only the beggining of their exploration of space, but also the beggining of something far more sinister, the extinction of every sentient biological race in the Andromeda Galaxy. As the Nosk'ar grew in technology they began to advance ever outward. Each technology driving them out, away from their home system. Ever outward into their Solar System. Soon though, when all their home system was dominated, all of in their grasp they realized their ever outward expansion would soon end. Yet this could not be allowed to happen. And so they devoted themselves, sacrificed lives and blood, exhausting every resource they had in their search for a way out. What drove them to such madness? No one knows, some say thirst for power, some, insane curiosity. Whatever it was, it worked. Soon they discovered subspace, and soon they where able to travel to nearby system within a matter of hours. And where they went, they found worlds, empty barren worlds almost begging to be claimed, and controlled. And so they did, moving outward, ever outward claiming new planets, new systems. New technologies where developed, for small subspace portals where not enough. Enormous nodes where constructed propelling them even farther into their Galaxy. These great Green insubstantial nodes that where able to transport legions of ships. And with the ability for greater expansion, they soon stumbled upon the inevitable, Sentient life. The Great Nosk'ar empire soon found itself having to deal with other cultures and customs. To adapt to interstellar life. Yet they did not adapt fast enough. In their arrogance they soon made enemies, and in their ignorance they give birth to war. War that spread like wildfire, throughout the known existing alliances and through cultures near and far. Soon they found themselves under attack, hunted for their ignorance and cornered. But they would not fall so easily, they would not die. And so they did not. And as their first victim fell, they saw a grand scheme. A great idea and an end to all suffering. All of the races where imperfect, all of the races where petty and foolish squabbling among themselves because of insignificant differences. Death and destruction, all a product of their, "diversity" and their "uniqeuness". No, this could not be allowed to continue, they thought to themselves. And they, yes the Nosk'ar would be the ones to end this. Under one supreme race the Galaxy could be untied, controlled, war ended and hunger gone. How grand they saw their vision, not realizing the great error of their ways. And so they set forth on their Crusadel. A War to end all Wars. As they went, one by one, finding and destroying, first those races that were weaker and less developed. They sought easy prey, not realizing their own cowardice. And with each kill, with each race destroyed, they became more powerful, more detached and less alive. They became tiwsted and dark, stopping at nothing to acheive what they sought. Yet soon the races of the Galaxy saw what was being born. They rallied in great force to end this menace before it could destroy all that each of them held dear. Though the battle looked a lost cause for the Nosk'ar, the other races had not realized how much the Nosk'ar where willing to sacrifice to make their dream real, their very souls. The Nosk'ar had an Ace up their sleeve, a monstrosity concieved in their madness, a twisting and a pervesrsity concieved in their insanity. A melding of gentically altered Nos'kar life, with machine. A bio-mechanical race of death. Dark and evil, twisted and with no heart or conscience. A race of perversion,death and destruction. The very race we now know to be, the Shivans. And they lived up to their purpose, more than their creators foresaw. The Shivan race grew and evolved. More intellignet, more powerful, far more sinister than thier reators. They went forth, severeal armies bringing deatht to the races of the Andromeda Galaxy. Soon every sentient race deemed inferior by the Nos'kar was obliterated. Yet through the liberty of destruction and self-advancement the Nos'kar had given the Shivans, the Shivans themselves found themselves to be far superior to their creators. By their very vision, the Nosk'ar had condemened themselves. Their creation turned on them, and a great war for survival came about. But they had made the Shivans far too well. In the end, the Nosk'ar lost, and the Shivan plague spread. But in thei decades of battle, the Shivans had divides into many sects and battle groups, each having evolved individually. Each seeing itself as more superior than the others. Each of the Shivan generals decided that only the race should be unified, under their own control, and so the battle for the Andromeda Galaxy, and ownership of the Shivan empire began . . . .

The Story Behind Fleet System Version 2

A Word Of Introduction

All good games have a story, and this one is no different. Yet although I am about to give you the History, or the Story behind the Game. The Real story is for you all to go out and make. You will determin the body and the end. I will merely point out the past. It is your job to create the Future . . . . .

A brief timeline showing the histories of the Shivan Clans

The Nosk'ar
Year 10,135 B.C.
Location: Andromeda Galaxy - Algon Solar System

And so it began. The story of a people, a world, that is no more, but lives on in the Nightmare they unleashed, not only upon themselves, but the whole Galaxy, the whole Universe. The Year 10,135 B.C., important why? Because it was not only the beggining of their exploration of space, but also the beggining of something far more sinister, the extinction of every sentient biological race in the Andromeda Galaxy.

As the Nosk'ar grew in technology they began to advance ever outward. Each technology driving them out, away from their home system. Ever outward into their Solar System. Soon though, when all their home system was dominated, all of in their grasp they realized their ever outward expansion would soon end. Yet this could not be allowed to happen. And so they devoted themselves, sacrificed lives and blood, exhausting every resource they had in their search for a way out. What drove them to such madness? No one knows, some say thirst for power, some, insane curiosity. Whatever it was, it worked.

Soon they discovered subspace, and soon they where able to travel to nearby system within a matter of hours. And where they went, they found worlds, empty barren worlds almost begging to be claimed, and controlled. And so they did, moving outward, ever outward claiming new planets, new systems. New technologies where developed, for small subspace portals where not enough. Enormous nodes where constructed propelling them even farther into their Galaxy. These great Green insubstantial nodes that where able to transport legions of ships.

And with the ability for greater expansion, they soon stumbled upon the inevitable, Sentient life. The Great Nosk'ar empire soon found itself having to deal with other cultures and customs. To adapt to interstellar life. Yet they did not adapt fast enough. In their arrogance they soon made enemies, and in their ignorance they give birth to war. War that spread like wildfire, throughout the known existing alliances and through cultures near and far. Soon they found themselves under attack, hunted for their ignorance and cornered. But they would not fall so easily, they would not die. And so they did not. And as their first victim fell, they saw a grand scheme. A great idea and an end to all suffering. All of the races where imperfect, all of the races where petty and foolish squabbling among themselves because of insignificant differences. Death and destruction, all a product of their, "diversity" and their "uniqeuness". No, this could not be allowed to continue, they thought to themselves. And they, yes the Nosk'ar would be the ones to end this. Under one supreme race the Galaxy could be untied, controlled, war ended and hunger gone. How grand they saw their vision, not realizing the great error of their ways. And so they set forth on their Crusadel. A War to end all Wars.

As they went, one by one, finding and destroying, first those races that were weaker and less developed. They sought easy prey, not realizing their own cowardice. And with each kill, with each race destroyed, they became more powerful, more detached and less alive. They became tiwsted and dark, stopping at nothing to acheive what they sought. Yet soon the races of the Galaxy saw what was being born. They rallied in great force to end this menace before it could destroy all that each of them held dear. Though the battle looked a lost cause for the Nosk'ar, the other races had not realized how much the Nosk'ar where willing to sacrifice to make their dream real, their very souls. The Nosk'ar had an Ace up their sleeve, a monstrosity concieved in their madness, a twisting and a pervesrsity concieved in their insanity. A melding of gentically altered Nos'kar life, with machine. A bio-mechanical race of death. Dark and evil, twisted and with no heart or conscience. A race of perversion,death and destruction. The very race we now know to be, the Shivans.

And they lived up to their purpose, more than their creators foresaw. The Shivan race grew and evolved. More intellignet, more powerful, far more sinister than thier reators. They went forth, severeal armies bringing deatht to the races of the Andromeda Galaxy. Soon every sentient race deemed inferior by the Nos'kar was obliterated. Yet through the liberty of destruction and self-advancement the Nos'kar had given the Shivans, the Shivans themselves found themselves to be far superior to their creators. By their very vision, the Nosk'ar had condemened themselves. Their creation turned on them, and a great war for survival came about. But they had made the Shivans far too well. In the end, the Nosk'ar lost, and the Shivan plague spread. But in thei decades of battle, the Shivans had divides into many sects and battle groups, each having evolved individually. Each seeing itself as more superior than the others. Each of the Shivan generals decided that only the race should be unified, under their own control, and so the battle for the Andromeda Galaxy, and ownership of the Shivan empire began . . . .

(above) This is a map of the original 10 Shivan factions right after the rebellion against the Nosk'ar. Below I will in breif describe each sector, how it was formed and some basic history to it.
- The Domitorian Empire
The Domitorian Empire is one of the longest lasting factions, and one of the strongest. It spearheaded the invasion of the Nosk'ar home sector of Corsica, as well as fend them off in many regions of space. The Empire has contributed to the development of many of the different factions including the former Algan Empire and the Ruby Phalanx, to name 2. The Empire is still in power to this date and although was pushed back right to Ra'don, it has regained much of its former power and territory.
- The Former Algan Empire
The Algan Empire was one of the greatest Shivan factions. It spanned from Ragol all the way to Palma. It was the other major player in the attacks on the Nosk'ar. Like its Domitorian counterpart, it also experienced major financial and military problems...although these would prove fatal. Shortly after the great Rebellion, Alga fell to a number of problems. It split off into 5 different groups, the 6th group joining Motavia in sector Ryukross. One of these groups, the Verschlichkeit soon came to power in Algo, and began to invade its neighbours. After years of fighting, it was eventually stopped by the forces of the Empire. Desolis and Palma were shattered, but Ragol and Agram's inhabitants managed to recover. The Versch has since disappeared, until now.