Post by Daniel Gage on Sept 7, 2014 20:00:29 GMT
In every time and place, the deeds of men remain the same.
It was a turbulent period of civil war and civil strife. The specter of war, in the form of the mass proliferation of weapons and weapons technology, continued its creep into an era of much needed peace. The Zeon Remnants, in the name of their forsaken homeland, continued to wage war against the Earth Federation. The Earth Federation created the Titans, an elite counter-terrorism task force, in the aftermath of Admiral Aguille Delaz’s Operation Stardust.
In everyone’s mind, the same question was looming: “What is to be done?”
For the Titans, the answer was the elimination of the Zeon Remnants and the firmament of hard earned peace that the Earth Federation and its people paid so dearly for. People protect laws. That was their ideal. For two years, they fought for the protection of that ideal by protecting convoys from interdiction and preventing the hijacking of colonies. They upheld the law, and represented whatever order their government could offer. The commendable results of their efforts were present, but earning the trust of the conquered was an entirely different problem.
For the spacenoids and the rebels, the war had never ended. It seemed peculiar that the martial law for a conflict that was already displacing itself through time never went away. Even to those unsympathetic to Zeon’s cause found themselves in an unyielding political quagmire, created by uncertainty and doubt their supposed masters. At first, there were petitions. Those rejected petitions were followed by demonstrations. Those suppressed demonstrations erupted into riots.
Despite their genuine intentions, neither side could find reconciliation. An impatient and ruthless Titans officer, Commodore Bask Om, ordered for the deployment of G3 gas to suppress the rebellion at Bunch 30. Outraged, a group of disgruntled Earth Federation officers and spacenoid agitators formed a coalition, the Anti-Earth Union Group, and began to raise a paramilitary unit.
With the illusions of peace dispelled, the Earth Sphere is now entering a new chapter filled with uncertainty. Old grudges remain, new ambitions are unfulfilled, and an entire species calls out, yearning for the resolution to their grievances. And in the darkest reaches of space, there exists a solemn reminder that history has its own form of irony.
This is a tale of the rise and fall of nations, of victors and the defeated, and the clash of timeless ideals. Here, your actions causality. History is an inevitability, but its countless interpretations are written by remembrance of human beings. How will you be remembered?
It was a turbulent period of civil war and civil strife. The specter of war, in the form of the mass proliferation of weapons and weapons technology, continued its creep into an era of much needed peace. The Zeon Remnants, in the name of their forsaken homeland, continued to wage war against the Earth Federation. The Earth Federation created the Titans, an elite counter-terrorism task force, in the aftermath of Admiral Aguille Delaz’s Operation Stardust.
In everyone’s mind, the same question was looming: “What is to be done?”
For the Titans, the answer was the elimination of the Zeon Remnants and the firmament of hard earned peace that the Earth Federation and its people paid so dearly for. People protect laws. That was their ideal. For two years, they fought for the protection of that ideal by protecting convoys from interdiction and preventing the hijacking of colonies. They upheld the law, and represented whatever order their government could offer. The commendable results of their efforts were present, but earning the trust of the conquered was an entirely different problem.
For the spacenoids and the rebels, the war had never ended. It seemed peculiar that the martial law for a conflict that was already displacing itself through time never went away. Even to those unsympathetic to Zeon’s cause found themselves in an unyielding political quagmire, created by uncertainty and doubt their supposed masters. At first, there were petitions. Those rejected petitions were followed by demonstrations. Those suppressed demonstrations erupted into riots.
Despite their genuine intentions, neither side could find reconciliation. An impatient and ruthless Titans officer, Commodore Bask Om, ordered for the deployment of G3 gas to suppress the rebellion at Bunch 30. Outraged, a group of disgruntled Earth Federation officers and spacenoid agitators formed a coalition, the Anti-Earth Union Group, and began to raise a paramilitary unit.
With the illusions of peace dispelled, the Earth Sphere is now entering a new chapter filled with uncertainty. Old grudges remain, new ambitions are unfulfilled, and an entire species calls out, yearning for the resolution to their grievances. And in the darkest reaches of space, there exists a solemn reminder that history has its own form of irony.
This is a tale of the rise and fall of nations, of victors and the defeated, and the clash of timeless ideals. Here, your actions causality. History is an inevitability, but its countless interpretations are written by remembrance of human beings. How will you be remembered?