MattAtlas

The ban is lifted by now - sorry for getting to it so late, but I'll remove the ban from your record and put a note instead, given that it was outside of your control.

On trial until 25JUL2023.

On trial until 25JUL2023.

On trial until 25JUL2023.

On trial until 25JUL2023.

Apologies for the delay, I've not paid much attention to the forums lately unfortunately. Unbanned.

The first point here is balanced imo by the fact that the Leviathan can't (and shouldn't) always be used. It's kind of an ace in the hole with the rules as they are right now. That, and the fact that there's a mechanical limit to how fast it can be charged/used and how often means that it can't really always be used to instantly end a conflict. The second one is a bit of a problem because if the Horizon loses in ship combat that usually means a lot of people dying... and that's a pain in the ass for the loremasters. You as a single individual might be alright with it, but generally events tend to have some failsafes for this reason. You also can't really apply the thinking that you would usually apply to a story here, because you're dealing with others' characters that they're very attached to. The solarian cruiser event for example would've been a total PR disaster and a mental health hazard if I hadn't intervened and fixed up some people. Guaranteed. None of us want to deal with that. And, I don't know, in my opinion we haven't seen many consequences because the arcs we've had up until now haven't allowed for the kind of wide-ranging consequences you're talking about. Back then the whole system was still very experimental (both the guns and the events, really), but this one is more subjective in the end. I think you're overestimating how hard it is to use the ship combat system. It's the same reason why I kind of chuckle when people say that BCs don't have experience with it - you don't need experience with it to understand how it works, by designs. Gunnery is basically waiting until the ship is aligned with another ship and hitting the 'fire' button, while targeting the right place. The latter's the only really maybe hard part, but all it requires is some basic geographic understanding of direction. The only thing I might've known as a coder was that shooting the engines is a good idea, I didn't use any hidden techs or anything. Cool things don't have to always be used. The presence of cool things is also important for atmosphere. If the Horizon just has the cool thing, that's still something that's in the mind of people as an unique feature. That's the kind of atmosphere you want: people can see that they're on a very important place, because there are features that match the setting and show off the uniqueness of it. This is speculation. I don't think it'll turn out this way, you do - that's all there is there. Agree to disagree. You're not wrong but you should also remember that the Longbow has almost the same limitation as the Leviathan - it's one shot only! That's not very easy to hit. During the cruiser event we did get hit a few times in the guns by a longbow, but because of how big the ship was, it wasn't really a problem other than disabling the coilguns. For third parties, yeah, it's designed to be a near instant disabling hit, but if ships that are meant for ship combat are ever introduced, you can bet they'd be much larger than the current ones. Another important thing is that shields completely stop bullets - yes, even Longbow bullets. A properly done hostile third party would likely have shields, and that makes the Longbow a lot less of a threat (you're meant to take down the shields with the Grauwolf and then use the Longbow, conceptually). You could argue that this just makes you want to use the Leviathan more, and I'd honestly agree. I was planning a shield rework for this reason, but that's shifted into maybe autumn or winter as a timeframe. There are a lot of things on my hands. I don't think this is entirely accurate. I think there are places for both. Anyone that has ever roleplayed with my characters knows how much I value quiet roleplay and chatting with characters for hours on end. I don't even have any military characters, and my main is a Venusian detective who can't hold a gun. But at the same time you can't really feed a narrative by constantly having comfy civilian arcs. There's space for science and discovery and whatever else, I think, but that monotony needs to be broken. More importantly, I like coding things that I think are cool, and yes I do think big guns are cool, but one thing that I want to make EXTREMELY CLEAR is that I didn't code them hoping to turn the Horizon into a space soap opera, or hoping to add geopolitic LARP into the game, or hoping to add more military aspects to the game. That's something I don't want to hear at all.

It isn't just about the Badlands - it's about the fact that the Spur in Aurora lore is a really dangerous place as of late. Between SFA and FSF remnants, pirates and etc., it's not just the Badlands that you have to consider but everywhere else too, or future endeavours. It's not all that unlikely that the Horizon will head into more unknown (and thus more dangerous) territory. It's the SCC's flagship and kind of the only hope of the galaxy in finding more sources of phoron, so to me it's always been fitting that it gets a weapon to match the importance of its mission. You could say that the Longbow and Grauwolf are enough, but that's not something I really agree with - mostly because I think we lack in the "cool things" factor. More on that later. It wasn't really made with the normal gameplay loop in mind is the thing. Back when I workshopped ship combat, there was an existential OOC problem that the Horizon might actually lose with the armaments it has: since the Horizon is so big, third party enemies naturally need really powerful guns, and with a good enough crew it's possible to totally cripple the Horizon if you know what you're doing. If it loses during an event like that, then that's a gigantic pain in the ass to deal with for lore writers. You'd have to retcon all of it, or adminbus in round and catch the consequences for it. That's why the Leviathan was added, it's a safeguard against the Horizon straight up losing. Does that mean that it stomps on conflict? I don't think so. When we had the Orchard Moon event where the SFA crew fought the Horizon, I was one of them and we didn't get shitstomped. That's because the Leviathan is pretty hard to aim, but eventually you'll get it right. And the Horizon did get it right, they managed to hit us after an hour and a half of ship combat, and that was it for us. Like you said, it's the same principle you apply to antags. If there's someone turning their arm into a sword, you logically would shoot them in the head instantly, but we intentionally tell people to give leeway for the good of the round. We do the same with the Leviathan in normal rotation and in events, but I don't see why that's a problem. Maybe. But I don't agree with removing things on a "what-if" basis. I don't like it when speculation is used as justification to remove things that have worked so far. For all the complaints I read about the Leviathan being an instant win weapon, the few times it's been put to the test it never was. It was never used to instantly end conflict (bar maybe a few of the first ship combat rounds where Captains got overeager and staff didn't notice), in events it didn't remove any of the stakes, and it definitely didn't make conflict worthless or whatever. To bring back what I said earlier, my main issue with this is that the Horizon has a severe lack of cool-ness. A lot of it is really standard. We're supposed to be a flagship but the moment something outside of the norm gets added, something that's actually powerful and makes the Horizon feel like the beast it is, it's instantly questioned for being "too powerful" or "out of place" or "we're a civilian ship". The Leviathan's one of those few unique things that are unique to the Horizon, so I think that removing it would be a giant mistake for the atmosphere. I'm probably biased, that's true, but I think anyone would be in my position.

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No, I banned you because of your obscene Discord profile.

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The Colettish Documentaries: Episode 1 Epilogue Part 1, Article 9 of the Amor Patriae arc The camera opens up to the same makeshift studio as last time - except now with a wooden desk and two wooden chairs, one on each side: an impromptu interviewing room of sorts. Céline is sat on one chair, with the holoscreen behind her, and a Colettish man - no older than his early twenties - is sat on the other. He is wearing a Civil Guard BMT and a plate carrier, although with no weapons or ammunition on him. Céline turns to the camera and introduces her show while the guest fiddles with his hands for a bit. “Welcome, dear viewers, to the first installment of the Colettish Documentaries! Or the C-Ds, if you’d like - very retro of an acronym, that! In this series, we will interview various people who represent the struggle of San Colette against the Front: those who have fought at the frontline and those who have supported the fight from the back alike.” Turning to her guests, she then asks, “Now, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” Perking up as if he was told that he just won a million credits, the soldier smiles and begins a heartfelt introduction, although with a little awkwardness in his voice. “I’m Alejandro [last name beeped out for privacy reasons], ma’am. Twenty one years old. I wasn’t actually in the Civil Guard - or, well, I didn’t want to be– uh, no, that’s not the right way to put it… it’s more like it’s not where I wanted to end up.” “You had other plans for your life, then,” Céline says, although it looks like she’s trying to correct him more than anything. “Uhm, yes,” Lopez is caught a little off guard, but then continues, “I wanted to be a doctor. I was in my third year of university when they attacked, and I studied right here in Nueva Isabela, at [location bleeped out], so - pretty close to the city centre.” “Did you sign up for the Guard, or were you drafted?” “Since I was in university, I didn’t get drafted, no,” Lopez continues, “But it was the talk of the month there. Everyone was a little scared deep inside, I think, even if Coletters are known for their bravado in the Inner Ring,” he lets out a short chuckle before continuing, “I wasn’t the only one to enlist, but I was in the minority among the people I knew. Nobody called me crazy, though - they just told me to come back in one piece. My girlfriend was the only one who tried to stop me, but…” “But?” Céline tries to incite a response. “...It felt like I had to be there. Like I’d hate myself if I didn’t sign up. Like I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. Everyone knew this was going to happen eventually, so we all had time to come to terms with it, but when you do that, you end up with a lot of pent up anger that you don’t know how to manage. Because carrying on living while knowing that one day your home will be invaded and you might die isn’t easy. A lot of us coped with it by trying to help, however we could. Both for our loved ones, and for ourselves.” “That’s a heavy topic,” Céline says, the sparkle in her eyes signaling that she’d caught onto something quite interesting to her. “What was the lead-up to the invasion like? How did everyone feel? Was it scary?” “Scary? Well… when we were cut off from the Alliance, it was scary. Back then, people didn’t even know if we’d have been able to import food from the Gate. We were mainly worried about our jobs and university, though, since it was mostly news anchors and politicians talking about how the economy was, well, screwed – uh, is that going to be censored?” Céline shakes her head. “Okay, good. I know a few Lunans and some Venusians here on a student exchange program. They essentially got stuck when the Alliance collapsed and it was miserable for them. They couldn’t even contact their parents for a while, and for them it must’ve been even worse - being unable to hear about your children when your nation’s falling apart,” he pauses, as if to let that hang in the air for a while, “They continued their studies while they could, but it was obvious they weren’t fully there. Like half of their mind was concentrated on accepting the fact that they couldn’t leave.” “But, at this point, it was only like losing the train home and being unable to get it back. We didn’t know that the Front and League would form yet. Once we did know, though, everyone’s hearts collectively sunk. I remember people being visibly depressed for a bit. The streets were empty, the stores got practically ransacked by people trying to stock up for an invasion - but, after a month or two, it was back to normality. We Coletters rationalised it by that point, and we did it by accepting that we wouldn’t let our home fall.” “That sounds like a terrible few years!” Céline exclaims, clearly sounding genuinely concerned. “What was the general opinion on the Alliance at that point?” Alejandro chuckles, then simply replies, “Factually, mixed. In reality, everyone clung on to the hope that the Alliance would come back. Considering the situation, it was a delusion… but delusions come true sometimes, ey? That said, there isn’t a single Coletter who isn’t glad to be back. We also survived because of you all.” “Don’t thank me, thank our armed forces,” Céline says with a laugh of her own. Sorting the papers in her hands for effect, she looks to the camera and says, “That’ll be all for this interview. Stay tuned for our next special guests. Goodbye, dear viewers!” Alejandro smiles does a two-fingered salute to the camera as well, and then the feed cuts off.

Solarian Navy Continues Advance into Northern Reaches as Solarian Restoration Front Collapses Epilogue Part 1, Article 9 of the Amor Patriae arc The camera opens onto a view of the XNS war room, staffed by Delphine Deschamps and Ajit Gopal. Between them is their map of the Northern Reaches which shows the Solarian Navy’s advance into the sector. The Navy has made significant gains over the past few days following the collapse of Lycoris and has taken back New Peoria, the last of the major Pact worlds occupied by the Front, and the main offensive push has made contact with the 1st Battlegroup in Nueva Patria. The Navy has surged towards the Coalition border and is nearing New Atlantica, the former stronghold of the Anti-Corporate League. Deschamps is the first to speak. “Over the weekend the Solarian Navy has made significant gains against the Solarian Restoration Front and has effectively destroyed the majority of the Front’s strength in two decisive engagements at Nueva Patria and in Lycoris. Only scattered rearguard forces of the Front which it left behind to finish off the League are estimated to be capable of mounting serious resistance, and information about these forces has been rare and difficult to verify. Some appear to be willing to fight to the lady vessel, while others are surrendering to the Navy without a fight.” “Right, right,” Gopal taps at his PDA. “We have this photograph from the 1st Battlegroup’s meeting with the Alliance’s main offensive. It should be on our screen now.” The screen between the two analysts switches to a photograph of two Solarian Navy admirals, both clearly Lunan by their tall heights and pallid complexions. One is clearly Fleet Admiral Ingrid von Varnhagen und Langenburg of the 1st Battlegroup and the second is an equally tall man in an identical uniform, and is unlabeled. An individual familiar with the Solarian Navy may recognize this as Fleet Admiral Gerhard von Erlanger, commander of the 2nd Battlegroup. The two Fleet Admirals are shaking hands in what appears to be the bridge of a naval vessel and are surrounded by a small group of Navy officers and adjutants, almost all with the same pallid complexions and tall, thin builds typical of Luna’s upper classes. Everyone in the photo appears to be quite happy, and the copyright watermark of the Sol Alliance News Network is faintly visible in the corner. “This photo was taken by Céline Eylenbosch of the Sol Alliance News Network and shows the meeting of Fleet Admirals von,” Gopal pauses for a moment and looks down at his PDA, seemingly a bit surprised by the lengthy surnames he has been confronted with. “Varnhagen und Langenburg and von Erlanger.” “Very Lunan, aren’t they?” Deschamps interjects. “Very Lunan, Delphine. This shows the two fleet admirals meeting on the bridge of the Gunnhildr near Nueva Patria in celebration of the First Battlegroup and main Navy force meeting. This is from yesterday and they’ve only pushed further into the sector since.” “How long will it be until they reach the border?” “Less than a week, potentially. This will be the first time the Alliance has shared a border with the Coalition since 2462! It has caused some concern in the wider Coalition and we have seen the Konyang Armed Forces raise their readiness level, but we haven’t been able to speak to one of their representatives yet.” “What about Gadpathur?” “Nothing yet,” Gopal replies. “They’ve stationed combat forces near Konyang like all other Coalition member-states aside from Assunzione, which has only sent humanitarian vessels due to its longstanding policy of non-violence.” “Hopefully we can speak to somebody from the K-A-F soon,” Deschamps replies. “Hopefully! For now, however, we’ll be back soon!” The broadcast fades out as the two analysts wave at the camera. The ad, somewhat alarmingly, is for a Xanu-produced emergency generator.

BREAKING NEWS: LYCORIS FALLS, NAVY REPORTS “SOLARIAN RESTORATION FRONT” NEARLY DEFEATED Epilogue Part 1, Article 8 of the Amor Patriae arc The camera opens onto a Solarian woman sitting behind a desk. She is taller and appears to be in her early middle age judging by the presence of gray hairs near her ears. The pallid complexion of her skin indicates she is almost certainly Lunan and longtime viewers of the SANN will recognize her as Elisabeth von Nostitz — a veteran journalist with the SANN and daughter of a prominent Lunan family with deep connections to the Solarian Navy. She is, according to some rumors, the second (or third) cousin of the First Battlegroup’s Fleet Admiral: Ingrid von Varnhagen und Langenburg. “Good evening,” von Nostitz begins. “We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you an important update from the Northern Wildlands: as of today, the government of Lycoris has officially surrendered to representatives of the Solarian Armed Forces and has been placed under the control of a provisional military governor who will rule it for the foreseeable future. From Lycoris the Solarian Army has sent us the following video.” “As you can see,” von Nostitz points to the map behind her, “Navy forces are currently routing the Front across the Northern Reaches. The fall of Lycoris is both a major defeat for the Front and a significant success for our armed forces. Notably Thomas Wilks, the last governor of Lycoris prior to the Collapse, has been captured by the Army while attempting to disguise himself as a civilian. Other Front officials have been similarly captured by the Army and Navy. Minister Courtois has announced Wilks and other individuals will be held by the Department of Justice until tribunals can be held for their actions." von Nostitz clicks her desk again and the screen behind her switches to a middle-aged man in a factory worker’s jumpsuit with his hands cuffed behind his back. Two individuals — one a Solarian Interstellar Security Agency agent complete with suit, badge, and bulletproof vest; the other a soldier of the 37th Martian — are holding onto either arm. The SISA agent, a serious-looking man, is holding a card in front of the man which labels him as WILKS, THOMAS. The soldier is looking at the camera with a massive grin on her face. “That concludes this special broadcast of the Sol Alliance News Network. Have a good night.”

On trial until 30JUN2023.

Upon further thinking I don't need your reply. You will stay banned.

Why do you have a VPN pointing to Angola?

You are not welcome here. Do not make more unban requests - your ban will never be lifted.

The Alliance Navy Push: Carolean Expanse Under Control Once More Epilogue Part 1, Article 4 of the Amor Patriae arc The camera feed opens up to a familiar, blonde Venusian woman in a suit - none other than Céline, sat in some sort of Colettish TV studio. The room looks fairly clean and proper, unexpectedly so considering the fact that the area in question was a war zone until recently. “Good morning, dear viewers,” she says, shuffling together some papers on her desk, “This is your special SANN reporter, Céline Eylenbosch, with a new update on the war situation. Just a few days ago we landed in Nueva Isabela, and today we are beginning to see the fruits of the Navy’s hard work.” The Venusian stands up and taps the back of her hand on the holoboard behind her, which lights up and displays an intricate representation of a space battle line between the Front, the Alliance and the Shield Pact. On this representation, the Alliance has gained a significant amount of land and is inching closer towards San Colette, though the Navy is still quite far away. The Pact is beginning to push out of the system as well, although not very much. “As you can see, the Alliance’s attack is working out quite well. Seventy fleets were mobilised for this operation, making it the biggest Alliance offensive since the Interstellar War. Several major population centres were recaptured today as the Carolean Expanse was brought back under control. We have no information yet on the recovered planets, unfortunately, but early, unconfirmed reports paint a grim picture, with looting, mass killing and acts of terror being reported by the Front occupiers.” She then turns around and pinches on the Nueva Patria system, zooming in all the way. All the planets can be seen, with green checkmarks and Alliance flags over them. “The fighting in the Nueva Patria system has also come to an end. All Front troops in the system have surrendered, been taken prisoner or killed. The last of the fighting ceased yesterday, late in the evening, when one last holdout on D’Anzin finished its resistance. Solarian casualties have been very low so far - reports so far indicate a sum of less than a hundred ground casualties. That is not to say that Solarian presence is gone in the system, however: many units are remaining in San Colette and D’Anzin to carry out relief operations - whether that be rebuilding roads, running rescue operations in cities reduced to rubble or giving a much needed hand to general repairs to space stations, railguns or ships.” Céline then swipes once on the screen to close the display. “All in all, this paints an improving picture! What do you think of the work done so far, viewers? Do you think it will be enough? And do you think the Front will come back? Let us know your thoughts on the situation, and glory to the Alliance! See you in a few days!” She waves her hand at the camera, and then the camera cuts out.

Unbanned, but yes, this is why you don't toy around with VMs, they switch up your CID and you can get caught into a ban net.

The Admiral of the First Fleet Lands on San Colette Epilogue Part 1, Article 3 of the Amor Patriae arc This news service opens in the bay of a transport shuttle. It doesn’t look to be moving, and a few personnel - high ranking military officials and pilots, by the looks - are scurrying about the bay, shuffling various crates and items around. The camera, however, pans to a familiarly blonde figure, this time wearing a suit and tie. She can still be easily recognised as Céline Eylenbosch, the SANN’s chosen reporter for all things San Colette. “Welcome, dear viewers,” she says, as the bay door behind her begins its opening cycle, “to the exclusive of your life! We are the first official Solarian envoy to land on San Colette since before the Civil War. Isn’t that exciting? It should be! As you know, we arrived to this system in the SAMV Gunnhildr only a day ago, and the Alliance has secured it enough for us to land. Nueva Isabela was secured by marines from the First Fleet just earlier today, and it’s been deemed safe to land only a few hours ago. Now, let’s watch closely…” Both the camera and Céline turn to the exit, which has by now started to open. Warm sunlight - clearly that of a late summer afternoon - breaks through the cracks first, and then the scenery from the top of some sort of skyscraper, from which a good amount of the capital can be seen. The outskirts are littered with destroyed buildings and rubble, the plazas and roads filled with makeshift fortifications, sandbags, and army vehicles; the fields outside the city dotted with ashy craters, destroyed tanks and other military vehicles, barricaded and broken roads, and wreckages of jets and spaceships alike. Ships and planes traverse the sky as well, likely escorts for the VIPs that just landed. Nueva Isebela does not look like an untouched, privileged capital - but yet another victim of war, like the others. It was a clear target for destruction, rather than occupation. As the news reporting pair step out of the vehicle and onto the roof, the cameraman makes sure to meticulously record all of the previous details, zooming into all of them. Once done with his documentary, he pans to Céline, who had been occupied gazing at the scenery before her, with an uncharacteristically serious and longing look. She then turns to the camera again, forcing through her usual smirk. “This is San Colette, viewers,” she says, dropping the adjective before ‘viewers’ she loves, “A few months of fighting have reduced it to this. Nueva Isebela may be the most well-defended city, the most valuable and the most untouched - but, even so, its suffering is palpable from here. Our reports indicate that the other major cities are in an even worse condition… it is a truly horrifying thought, isn’t it? And yet, they have still made it.” The camera then pans to the shuttle, from which a previously-seen figure steps out: a taller woman in a Solarian Navy dress uniform with long, black hair. She looks to be no older than her mid thirties, but to those familiar with military affairs, her tabs identify her as a Fleet Admiral. More than likely, she is actually in her mid forties or early fifties. To anyone familiar with the Alliance military, that is none other than Ingrid von Varnhagen: Courtois’ protégée and Fleet Admiral of the 1st Battlegroup. Waiting for her outside of the shuttle, meanwhile, is a figure that is just as recognisable: an exhausted-looking woman with shoulder-length brown, greying hair, looking to be in her forties, wearing a suit with a plate carrier over it. Behind her is an armed escort of five Colettish soldiers. As the two meet just below the shuttle, they shake hands, and the reporters approach without saying a word. “President, we apologise for being late,” Ingrid says, being the first to drop the handshake and returning to attention, “but the system will be secured in the following days. You have nothing to fear.” The soldiers behind Maribel fidget a bit, as if a colossal weight had just been taken off their shoulders. Their posture remains motionless, but their hands do not, to those that pay particular attention to these details. Everyone in the bay of the transport shuttle and the other officials on the roof stop whatever it is they were doing to look towards the two officials. After a short pause, the President responds – “We understand, and we are happy to rejoin the Alliance once more.” A few smiles and sighs of relief can be seen among the people on the rooftop, as everyone gets back to what they were doing - as if they were waiting for those words to be spoken. Maribel nods, and the two, along with their escorts, move to an elevator and disappear out of sight. The focus then turns back to Céline, who seems overjoyed herself. “Well then, viewers, that’s it for today! We’ll be seeing you for more exclusives in the short future… and glory to the Alliance!” A young, Colettish serviceman can be seen saluting at the camera in the background, a gigantic smile plastered onto his face - and the feed cuts just then.

BREAKING: THE SOLARIAN ALLIANCE INTERVENES AGAINST THE RESTORATION FRONT Epilogue Part 1, Article 1 of the Amor Patriae arc All transmissions across the Solarian Alliance, at exactly 13:30 GST, cut to show the largest room in Unity Station, the Hall of History - so called due to its walls painted over with an immense canvas depicting the history of the Alliance - absolutely full of all kinds of dignitaries. Military officials, Solarian and foreign diplomats alike - wherever anyone looked, they would recognise at least one important person. On the stage, is the full Provisional Government: behind them are yet more Alliance flags. Behind the podium, decorated in a bright depiction of the Solarian flag, is Admiral Lucien Courtois, flanked by Senator Trang and Governor Strom, both standing still with their hands behind their backs. Every figure in the hall looks markedly stoic, with not a single whisper breaking the silence. The air is cleared by Courtois, who speaks in a grave tone, “For as long as we remember, the Alliance has always been at war with itself, in one way or the other. Whether that be politically, culturally, or physically - it was never within the Government’s power to stop it. Never did we learn from our mistakes. Never did the Alliance put its people first.” He pauses for a moment, then he continues, “Today, the cycle ends. Our borders have been terrorised for far too long by people who claim themselves to be Solarian - yet murder their kin in cold blood. Today, the Government chooses to act. No longer will we stand by and watch as our citizens are slaughtered - as our soldiers fight for their life. Today, we choose to learn from our mistakes, and to confront a monster of our own making.” “As of now, our fleets have begun moving into the territory colloquially known as ‘the Northern Wildlands’. We declare war on the ghosts of our past, so that they may never haunt us again. May the Alliance be reunited and prosper forevermore.” With those words, Courtois bows and leaves the podium. The room erupts into clapping, with the Government’s emissaries joining in. The Extranet has similarly erupted into a state of jubilation, confusion, exhilaration, panic, and worry all at once, from all of humanity in the Spur at large. Early reports indicate Solarians joining each other in drives on the streets in jubilation across all Alliance planets, matched by public displays of worry, pessimism and skepticism by other parts of our people. The results of today's declarations remain to be seen, but this is surely a pivotal moment for galactic history [...]

Warp Signature Nearing San Colette — Warning Lights on Gate Engaged Act 4 Article 19 of the Amor Patriae arc “Minutes ago,” Gopal begins, taking the typical role of Deschamps, “the XNS received a credible report which indicates the unknown warp signature has nearly arrived in Nueva Patria. Unfortunately, no external observer is certain of what this signature is. Delphine?” “Thank you, Ajit. Presently little information is available regarding this signature. Some believe it’s a Front vessel, while others believe it’s a Navy vessel coming to save San Colette. Other more creative, but perhaps less credible, rumors have stated the object is a vaurca hiveship, an unknown alien race, or a Gadpathurian vessel.” “How long will it be until it arrives?” Deschamps hems to herself and moves her suit jacket’s left sleeve back to reveal a watch, which she looks at for a moment before speaking. “Roughly an hour to two hours, assuming our information is correct.” Gopal nods his head and idly looks down at his PDA, then to the camera. “—in that case we’ll return in roughly fifty minutes, though other coverage will continue in the meantime. Please stay tuned to the XNS for live updates on the ongoing conflict in San Colette!” The broadcast fades out.

I understand what you are saying, but you were not warned for saying that and Mel was referring to the whole conversation. She will be more careful in the future, but otherwise this complaint is being locked in 24 hours.

No.