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Project Dynasty- The Lost Colonies
COMMANDER’S LOG — DYNASTY_RECLAIM_01Day OneCommander JexraxCarrier: Midnight RequiemCrew: RemyLebeau3, LC5, Dragontamerxv2First Jump: En route to Conflux Region We’ve left the bubble. First jump into the black. Quiet. Clean. No alarms, no interference. Just the low hum of the Requiem’s core and the long stretch ahead.RemyLebeau3 cracked his knuckles, muttering something about bad omens and worse
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FSD’s Gone Fishin’ — A Farewell (For Now)
Every so often a commander drifts into PalCon who changes the shape of the squad; sometimes through strategy, sometimes through raw skill, and sometimes simply by being exactly the chaotic, hilarious, big-hearted dwarf we didn’t know we needed. For the past two years, Fatsweatydwarf , FSD to his friends, “dear god what’s he done now?”
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Chapter 6 [ signals ]
Murrow tapped the side of his helmet, the dim feed scrolling across his visor. “So, what’s the play? We’ve mapped less than ten percent of this hulk by hand. At this rate, we’ll still be poking around when the regolith swallows it whole.” Juno’s voice was steady but edged with impatience. “Not by hand. We
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THE COUNCIL [Chapter 5]
Constance sat in her private quarters, the dim light of the station spilling amber across the room. Her cat, a sleek ginger creature with patient golden eyes, curled across her lap. Absentmindedly, she stroked its soft fur, her gaze drifting toward the viewport where distant stars pulsed like a slow heartbeat. For days now, reports
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BEGINNINGS [ chapter 4]
Chapter 4 The desert night was clear and sharp, every star above burning like a pinprick in black velvet. But far to the west, a storm was brewing, crawling over the horizon with a restless energy. Silent flashes of lightning rippled inside its dark mass, painting the clouds with ghostly fire before fading back into shadow.
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Oddy Engineering
Thought I would do a write up on Oddy engineering as I have been doing this for the last week or so to upgrade my onfoot suits and weapons and for some this is a part of the ED universe that is a bit of an unknown. I upgraded 3 suits to level 5, some
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deep-space survey [Chapter 3]
The message arrived in the quiet hum of Cerberus’s situation room, sliding silently across the comms display with Constance Flux’s unmistakable signature. Received initial telemetry. Unusual readings confirmed.Require more data. Comprehensive detail is essential.—Flux Kael’s fingers hovered over the console before he finally spoke, his voice low with unspoken tension.“She wants detail. And when Constance
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Beneath Silent Waters [ CHAPTER 2]
Chapter 2: 1976 – Undisclosed location in the Atlantic sea Little sunlight filtered through the North Atlantic’s deep blue veil. Hundreds of feet beneath the surface, the long, matte-black hull of the U.S.S. Scorpion moved like a silent predator through the water. Her reinforced steel bulk displaced the ocean in absolute silence, save for the
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ECHOS [ CHAPTER 1]
Preface. It took a moment for the scanners to filter through the dust, but the silhouette that formed on-screen wasn’t a cargo container or wrecked probe. It was too whole. Too intact. A long, narrow hull with unnaturally smooth curvature, broken only by a raised structure near its centre—like a fin or a tower—and two thick
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FLIGHT LOG — CMDR SNIPPLESTICK, PALADIN CONSORTIUM, RANK / WEEN
FLIGHT LOG — CMDR SNIPPLESTICK, PALADIN CONSORTIUM, WEEN RANK DATE: 02 AUG 3311SHIP: Cobra MkIII “Hopeful Wasp”LOCATION: INITIALLY CLASSIFIED, EVENTUALLY REGRETTED 09:02 — Began Powerplay delivery run for Senator Denton Patreus. Route was simple: pick up shiny propaganda, deliver to a station that sounds vaguely threatening. Smooth sailing. Nothing to report. Thought about naming my
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THE Ballad of the Crucible Ween
Oh bright-eyed Ween with eager grin,You dropped from glide and dove right in.No wing invite, no comms, no clue—And now the ring fog swallows you. Ivangel sighs mid-rifle clean:“Another one? Who let this Ween?”While Fatsweatydwarf just laughs with glee—“Fresh meat for live-fire drills,” says he. Remillon spots your limp Type-6,Grimaces hard—”This one won’t fix.”You boost
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From Coffee to Combat
The day began with a familiar scene: Ryno, Flinx, Ivangel, and Remillon gathered over coffee, shaking off the previous day’s exhaustion with caffeine and reflection. Spirits were high — the team had achieved remarkable progress in The Crucible. Within just 48 hours, they’d raised support for their adopted power, Denton Patreus, from contested to fortified.
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COPI LOG – 02/AUG/3311 – Small Ship Security, Retrospective
The evening patrol had been long anticipated; a small team of like-minded PalCon commanders gathered under the banner of Small Ship Security (SSS). Among them were the ex-Admiral and his long-time comrade, Cmdr Flinx, a scattering of returning faces. Though the turnout was modest, there was a quiet satisfaction in being back on familiar ground
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Entry Title: Small Ship Security .. comms record
The ex-Admiral and his brother-in-arms, Cmdr. Flinx, entered the SSS (Small Ship Security) patrol with a handful of like-minded PalCon commanders. Cmdr. Ryno switched to the internal COPI comms channel and keyed up a direct line to Flinx. “Well, here we go, Commander. Our first SSS in months—how you feeling?” A brief pause. “Honestly?” Flinx
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the Consortium PIONEERS : The Return and Rebirth
Cmdr Ryno spent the day in rare and familiar company—his closest allies of the Pioneers: Flinx, Remillon, and Ivangel. Ivan had followed them back from Colonia with a trace of hesitation; though he had loved the solitude of the far reaches, the 22,000 light-year gap between Pennsylvania and the Bubble had shaped a new, quiet
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SPANSH STRANDED ME: THE FLAWED FORMULA THAT FROZE FLINX
GALNET EXCLUSIVE“SPANSH STRANDED ME: THE FLAWED FORMULA THAT FROZE FLINX”By C.A.R.L., Sentient Cushion and Reluctantly Involved in Interstellar Logistics DROJEAE FP-D C1-1 —In a surprising twist that cleared the name of a beloved commander and put a rather embarrassing stain on a popular field manual, Cmdr Flinx was recently stranded mid-journey not due to pilot
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BREADCRUMBS AND Brothers
Playstyle: Explorer / Peacekeeper hybrid Strengths: Strategic thinker, analytical pilot, adept at charting unknown systems while maintaining diplomacy and integrity.[9:08 AM]Personal Log – Kael AstenDay 1 – 06:30 Galactic Standard TimeAndhrimi – Pre-Launch It’s strange, standing here on the loading docks for the last time. I’ve spent almost a year shifting crates, living from one
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There and back again.
Commander Ryno eased back into the cockpit of the Albatross, his Mandalay-class reconnaissance ship built for deep space ops and silent stares into the black. The hum of readiness surrounded him—the kind of mechanical breath that came only from a ship tuned to his preferences, and perhaps… a little too sentient for its own good.
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journal fae the black
Colonia Chronicles You see a lot of unique and interesting things when your fc is streaking across the black. Time comes served in 20 minute slices for a day or more, if you are lucky. If fate rolls a double six and it coincides with any galaxy wide fc activity stirring up to full on
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Journals fae the black
Colonia Chronicles. It’s different out in the Colonia badlands. The stars are different, the neighbours are different, and the resources situation requires a whole otherly different approach to how things get managed. It’s a level of interesting times, at it’s very finest. Back in the Metropolis that is the Palcon Bubble, things remain cheerfully stable