PART ONE - BEGINNINGS

Year: 2800 AC

Every ship that attacked the faded blue pearl of a planet below was utterly destroyed. It was kill or be killed. Tyrnil stood at the brink of a precipice called decision. A decision whose choices both seemed unsatisfactory. The Empress, his ship, had been badly crippled by betrayal most foul and his remaining crew were torn between honor and duty. Tyrnil absentmindedly fingered the talisman of Edris and Epona, the Seneschal gods, that he always wore affixed to his flex suit. He didn’t really believe but it was always constant reminder for him to pursue the truth. With a badly crippled Armada at his command, he wondered if they had enough fire power left to destroy the Insectoid Home world, not that this had been anything but a Kamikaze mission from the outset. The Future of the Empire was at stake and as he reached for the assault controller that would finalize his decision, he could only think of how much had changed in such a short time.

Five Cycles Ago

General Tyrnil Latik awoke with a start. For a intermittent amount of time he was unsure of exactly where he was. He knew that he was the field army general in charge of the largest armada the Empire had ever put together as well other details of his life but he couldn’t remember how he had come to be confined, such as he was. He seemed to be encased in a mechanical capsule of some kind that hammered its rhythm right into the very core of his being. Hyper chamber, that’s what the device was called as recall slowly came out of his partial stupor. These attacks had been plaguing him more and more these days. He was 228 years old after all. Past his prime, even by Seneschal standards. The hyper chamber was only needed by the silicon based guardian race, which he was one of. It realigned the harmonic resonance inherent in the very genetic structure of the Seneschal form. Having had enough time to reacquaint himself with himself, Tyrnil called for his release.
“Computer,” he called to the A.I. neural sim that regulated this particular piece of Empire ingenuity, “Exit.” In response he heard as well as felt the gravitic lock detach, relinquishing the seal its force had created to lock him within his “medical” tomb
“Ship time,” he queried to the now silent room.
“The ships internal chronometer now reads, 17.5 cycles.” answered the feminine voice that was also the voice of the Empress, the present flagship of the Empire, Tyrnil’s ship.
Tyrnil sat up, still partially sheltered within the confines of the chamber and perused his personal quarters. Spartan at best, he mused, just like I left it. Tyrnil’s violet skin shimmered in the iridescent light that permeated his quarters as he guided his tall smooth frame out of the hyper chamber. He walked over to a small console against a far wall below a multi terminal. Even though he didn’t need much in the way of personal effects he absolutely needed the connectivity this one small console in concert with the all purpose attributes of his terminal offered. The multi terminal was not standard issue and many wondered which publicly touted facet of his personality needed such a device. Was he being secretive and cautious, as problem types are prone to or was he just being open minded and available to any and all data that streamed his way? Tyrnil was a legend in his own right, and not atypical of the Seneschal. He had been constantly foremost in many major worthwhile Empire endeavors.
These two devices of his were not connected to the ships A.I. as was every other device aboard ship which in turn was connected to the Empires vast array of databases strewn throughout the galaxy and accessed via photon pulling technology. Instead, they had their own dedicated A.I. that was connected to secret computer caches that filtered information from the Empire computers without giving any in return while staying secure. The setup had cost fortunes.
“Protocol One,” he announced to the console which promptly powered up. Tyrnil stood still as the security measures built into the equipment scanned his surroundings down to the quantum level, checking his personal genetic structure as well as his unique resonance frequency
“Protocol One is complete, you may proceed,” he was answered by the terminal AI using his voice matrix. I always did like the sound of my own voice he thought.
“Exterior port view, wide angle, audio summary,” he commanded. Immediately, the multi terminal sprang to life showing the outside port view of the Empress as it drifted in space dock formation relative to the other ships that were now under his command. He listened to the A.I. begins its litany as he wondered at the marvels of the Empires ingenuity while at the same time being saddened at its desperation in forming the Armada that he now watched.
“Space station Ozos”. his artificial voice began, “Major space port of the Ozosian home world.” “1.2 lights years from Ozos, the Ozosian/Seneschal home world.” “Currently there are 120,000 vessels in space dock formation.” “Of the 12,000 sentient civilization that comprise the Empire, this number represents ten ships for each world.” With an average 10 beings per ship or 1.2 million beings, only 1,200 species are represented, 10%, one out of every 10 worlds of the civilized galaxy.” “End Summary”.
Tyrnil stared off into the distance, looking at the bright speck of light that was Ozos, his birth place. This was the closest he had been to it in almost a century. A planet with a violent sulfuric acid rich environment that was deadly, at least to the majority of the sentient beings in the Empire. The Seneschal being a silicon, aluminum and fiberglass based life form with ammonia passing for what others species would call blood were perfectly fit for a planet such as Ozos. It did have a strange ethereal beauty.
Tyrnil’s luminescent skin vibrated his anxiety, a beelike hum, over the mission that he now commanded for the sake of the Empire but desperately did not want. Strangely, he longed to be home, in a place he hadn’t called home for so long. The heat and pressure from the planetary volcano that was mostly dormant now reverberated through his memory as he slowly exhaled the small oxygen particulates that were a by-product of Seneschal physiology.
Duty was duty, regardless of how he felt, the Empire must be defended from all threats, real or imagined. This is where he belonged, Tyrnil the Seneschal, the representative of the Guardian race. He knew that a vast majority of the Empire’s citizens considered him as well as the rest of his race to be crazy yet wise but time had shown that the wisdom far out shadowed the purported insanity. As a result, the Seneschal garnered only respect from its willing subjects, respect that Tyrnil enjoyed but questioned on a consistent basis.
“Enough reverie,” Tyrnil thought, and as if in response his quarters door chime buzzed to alert him that he presently had a visitor. It was no doubt the Chief Warrant officer in charge of Armor & Artillery. They had a scheduled meeting but this man was about climbing the ranks and it showed in his actions, one of which was a penchant for always showing up early. The armada had only been amassed during the last galactic cycle or 400 Ozosian cycles, but it was obvious that the Warrant officer was intent on making a name for himself during this campaign. He thought, as most would, that being indispensable to the Captain/General would do the trick. The politics of the day was already beginning to make Tyrnil weary. He looked at his planet of birth one more time through the M.T. before shutting it down with a simple voice command. He longed for simpler days, but as he thought back, no such days had ever really existed for him.

YEAR: 2572 - 2610 AC

Everyday life
Talisman of Edris and Epona given by his mother.
Tyrnil was born & raised on Ozos, the Seneschal home planet. His parents were killed in an accident and was raised by his fathers brother, Saphite. The family name is Latik. Saphite is a high ranking goovernment official.
Tyrnils childhood was strict and severe as was his education but he was a dedicated student and curious about everything, especially things that did not concern him. Talk about:Education/Teaching Bot. Seneschal are very long live. Average life span is 300 years.
Inner plot: Finding the truth
Starlit (lucky)
Diety (God)
Photon puller
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Present day again.
The mission
The Empire can win by sheer force/Kamakazi mission

Lt. General Army Corps. (2+ divisions - Lt. Gen. commanding)
Sabriot - (Lessice) mamal, feline, ambivalent, neutral, female. Orange eyes, neck length luxurious straight white hair with yellow streaks in it and worn it a severely pulled back pony tail. Fur is white with yellow coloration on her ears, tail, forearms, and forelegs. Muscular build, thick short tail carried straight up. Strange aura, amazonian dress. God is Serene. Planet Mkem in the Cygnus Arm. Dealings with: Corporal Security
Talk about:Architecture
See you next cycle (later/bye)
Flutter(s) (love)
Adrenal smell organ

Sergent Forces command
Ethri - (Diang) mamal, canine, neutral, smug, obsessive, male. Humanoid with dog ears and snout no tail. Long curly dark brown hair and narrow black eyes. Average height, wide shoulder, vapid aura. No God. Starts god conversation with Lessice. Planet is Eoroec 3 in the Sagitariuis Arm. Dealings with: Specialist # 6 Flight
Talk about:Cultures
Well met (hello)
spiced (crazy)
Healing mucosa

Set piece: The Seneschal are not Gods
Aidon - The god of gates takes many forms, humanoid in nature. He is always slim of build. His eyes are violet. He is usually portrayed as wearing a strange suit of armor that is mostly silver in color, and is covered in gate designs. He also wears various amulets and carries a weapon that is also a key.
Annwnn - The god of wanton killing takes the form of a child with the traits of a lizard. He is very short and slender built. His almond shaped eyes are grey. His out fit is that of a barbarian. He causes madness with his mere presence.

Command Sergent Material command
Beverme - (Ganse) mamal, hominid, unabbitious pessimistic, unappreciated, female. Bipedal with horse like eyes and toothless with silver skin. Mentally has strong wisdom. Mysterious agility and strong paranoia. God is Aidan. Planet is Kirm Decimus in the Norma Arm. Dealings with: Specialist # 5 Subterranean
Talk about:Clothing
Nova heat (shit)
null (no feeling)
sonic bombardment

2nd Lt. Orbital
Huornen - (Nithor) mamal, elephant, lawful, friendly, male. Humanoid race evolved in an artic region Possesses unusual health. Known for adaptability and emotionlessness. God is Niamh. Planet is Irediu in the Scutum Crux Arm.
Dealings with: Specialist # 4 Ocean
Talk about:Diseases
Slagged (killed)
Rec (sex)
fluid graveler

Set piece: Dissension amongst the ranks (ship desert because of mistrust of Tyrnil (rumors)
Combat Units
Tracker
Infantry
VEHICLES
Carrier
Battle ship
Cruiser
Destroyer
Frigate