Sector 13 - Qailësel

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The Qetësi, formally the Amalgamation of the Eye, are a peaceful and curious race, shrouded in seclusion and mystery with intentions often unknown. They live within a near-utopian society after countless years of strife and civil war, governed by a traditionally orientated monarchy which places emphasis on creating their vision of a perfect society, one free of crime and violence. As such, they utilise a caste system, with great opportunity for social mobility and a strong belief in roles within society. Even those assigned to manual labour live happy lives. An interesting point to note is the lack of gender in Qetësi society, biology defining the two sexes with socialisation especially aimed at teaching principles of equality and opportunity. There is no expected, or "normal", behaviour for a male or a female. Because of this, females are a strong presence within the high ranking positions of society and the Navy, proven to possess (in general) a higher capability for thought than the males of their species. Both sexes possess a curious talent for improvisation, however.

Emotion is something prized in their society, based around a strict founding principle known as këiijëi. Though there is no direct translation of this word, it is very similar to the concept of humanity, albeit with more focus on remaining receptive to the emotions that shape the soul. A huge part of këiijëi, however, dictates that certain emotions be held back and contained - albeit only in the most appropriate times.

They maintain no landed military at all, focusing all their efforts and funding into their honoured Royal Navy. Those who volunteer for such a profession recieve extensive training, and are conditioned to live away from the values of their calm everyday lives and adopt the capability for violence, killing and the select moments of barbaricism required to function in combat. This does not mean, however, that their personalities find themselves altered drastically, and Qetësi military personnel are both curteous and polite from the highest admirals to the lowest sailors. Respect for one-another is one of the values they hold in the absolute highest regard.

The Qetësi find their unified faith in the belief a powerful guardian spirit dwells in their toliëm (sun), called qai-Sakëkei, the Eye. As such, they live their lives as told and guided by the highest member of society, the Leskëimi. They act as a king and spiritual leader, believed to be able to speak to the Eye and guide the people to a harmonious existence, as free from violence as possible.

The current Leskëimi is Aza që-Merilatëqai, a youthful female with a sharp wit and famed benevolence.

It is said that Aza's coronation came too early, with the unexpected and abrupt passing of her mother, the previous Leskëimi. As such, she is a bold and military-minded leader, exceptionally keen on the strength of the Royal Navy. In the current climate of multiple new dominions, she wills that the Qetësi take steps to defend their own existence. This is a logical concept for the people, as to protect the peace requires the survival of the Amalgamation.

The peaceful and well built society of the Qetësi has been erradicated. Only recently has the rest of the galaxy learned of their fate. Some of their ships and people escaped to tell what happened as eyewitness accounts tell of the Aturor unleashing their fleets full force onto the planet in a blitzkrieg. Their powerful cruisers and battleships rained fire onto the cities as they subdued the defenses before culling the population for sustenance. The planetary defense ring of the Qetësi, a newly built device to prevent such assaults was made worthless as the Aturor jumped almost directly into atmosphere sending the ring plummeting to the planet's surface ablaze, much of the Qetësi Royal Navy going with it.

The attackers have left, only a handful of Aturor ships were destroyed. The organic matter of the vessels decays rapidly. On the planet there are sparse refugee camps, and plenty of bodies inside the rubble of their civilization.

Strategic Importance: Recycled materials, capital, technology.

Ezekiel responds, his ships almost finished with their run

"I believe our planet can hold these refugees, we will make a colony for them their where they can start anew"

(Sorry for lack of detail/formatting, posting from an iPad. Gotta get to bed, I can continue tommorow)

(Things will be changed shortly, as this fleet is no longer an acceptable size)

Sector 13
The Harbinger
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The Harbinger responds:

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Their anatomy seems simple enough. Their oxygenating organs are filled with the smoke and debris from their planet. They will need to be breathing pure oxygen for a varying amount of time, as their organs are too weak to handle standard oxygen. We have a question for you too, when this operation is over, where should we transport the refugees to?

// Accidently deleted this, re-did it

The Offensive Fleet
Sector 13
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The Zaedrax ships fill with refugees, all being treated for their sickness. They are issued Zaedrax masks, fitted to feed pure oxygen. They show signs of improvement, but still are heavily shocked. The refugees are loaded onto transport vessels, which then approach the alien battleship.

The Harbinger sends out another message:

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My ships are sending the refugees over now. You mentioned before that strong alliances are needed to protect nations from atrocities like this. Perhaps we could work to develop a lasting relationship between our nations. trade would be beneficial too. What do you think?