Introduction
A haggard, aged voiced barked out over the din, Corporal, set course heading one-four-niner all ahead flank! The colossal ship began to list as it came out. Unsecured equipment fell off consoles all across the bridge, littering the ashen deck. Ignoring the heaving and trembling of the vessel, the admiral had sent the fleet back into the fray. The hour was late and the battle about to be decided.
Off the battleships bow rested in wait the last resistance a sea of green and olive drab ships before the wonder of all wonders. The fight at last had been brought to the Enemys home world, a sparkling amethyst gem in the vast emptiness of space. The planet was a single mass of urbanization and perfected architecture, but the Great Northern Fleet had come to destroy, not marvel.
As the super carriers Leningrad and Vladivostok loosed their first volleys of railguns into the line of motherships, launching scores of Bogatyr strike fighters as they advanced, the battered, old flagship charged on into the fray. The scarlet and cerulean hued beams of the Terran fleet crossed and overlapped the emerald of the DomKavash. Fighters on both sides began to burst into flames, while flickers of capitol ship shields sparked as lightning and the snaking contrails fired from the Coalition missile boats began to weave between the formations. Fighter met fighter, patched and scarred freighters met gunboats, and entire House fleets threw themselves at the underpowered Nomad swarms to keep them off the bombers backs.
The admiral, descendant of the legendary Caspar Orillion, was an old, battle-hardened officer. Standing on the very ship that had saved humanity once before, the Osiris was about to be relieved of service at last. Nobody onboard doubted for a moment that this was the last drive, but likewise none believed that theyd live to see the end of the day. Wielding his totalitarian authority over the fleet, Orillion's armada had just jumped in mere moments before. Though many of the ships were familiar, there were several goliaths of alien engineering that had never before been seen. The admiral did not worry though, the Order had come up against new ships before nothing could stop them, not even now.
For awhile the sailing was good. Nomad fighters perished by the mighty ship's guns. The proud battleship plowed through the lines and broke up the Dom'Kavash's formations, opening up a hole for the rest of the fleet to exploit. As the minutes passed, the fight was going steeply in favor of the agressors. The Dom'Kavash were putting up a tough fight, but were dying by the hundreds nevertheless. The admiral smiled as nomad strike carriers were blown assunder, Krakens were broken, and gunboats were crushed with single shots. While the crew remained solemn at their battlestations, the wing commaders shouted in glee over the comm. channels echoing a constanst message of success.
Just as things were beginning to look bright though, a flak burst caught the aged ships prow. A massive explosion ripped through the decks, sending men careening from their stations. Dozens of alarms began to blare and the hull began to decompress While damage control teams raced to save the ship the crew managed to catch a glint of light from through the reinforced windows. Not 10 klicks away was a mass of metal and organism that could not be conjured up by even the most terrible nightmare. From it sprang a thousand golden spheres of light and in a blink of an eye the ship was gone. The Orisis was torn apart and disintegrated, her captain not having time enough to even flinch Dust and glowing, molten scraps twirled about in space. Battered Kamovs and Templars raced into the void to begin torpedo runs; one of the escorts radioed in the loss. For all the thousands of ships coming into the fight, no individual mattered. Most wouldnt even learn of the loss until after their fates had been sealed
To begin this epic, one must begin at the proper place. That place was DK-occupied Menton thirty-five years earlier, when the leader of a Sirius-based faction unlocked the nav-com encryption on the DomKavash Hypergate there. Returning to nearby Sovetskaya without incident, he was able to arm the masses with a knowledge that would turn the tides. Before long the Order, having rallied the combined forces of the militaries, police forces, and criminal factions of Sirius and Altair, took the fight back to the Enemy. United and prosperous from newly-discovered systems (and others wrested from Nomad control), humanity amassed a mighty fleet that, while inferior to the DomKavashs in nearly aspect, was overseen by brilliant tacticians. Using guile and ingenuity the war began to turn in the favor of the long-oppressed. To get a true grasp upon how the universe was won, you have to understand and appreciate the pioneers who championed this time: the fighting men and women of the Crossfire cluster.
At this time humanity was still primitive and divided. Though many ancient organizations still played major roles, it was primarily the power-brokers in the CF region who undertook the necessary parts. There were four sides to things as many saw it. First there were the corporate elite, or the combined influences of the Independent Operators Consortium and the Union Aerospace Corporation. These factions were industrious and capitalizing, but also brought wealth and technologies to the masses. Undermining these groups were the swashbuckling marauders. Groups like the Lost Prophets, Fallen, and the Most Wanted struggled to make a living off of their richer, legit counterparts through murder, smuggling, and taxation. Reigning in these shadier factions were the guardians of freedom and justice. Composing this role were the Blood Guard, Crossfire Police Department, and the Dragon Corps. The fourth, less influential division was those not fighting other men and women, but the alien menaces. Though few exclusively championed this objective, many freelancers and other factions members chose to do so as a secondary goal.
The story begins after the discovery of the Hyperspace tunnel, and will end at humanitys finest hour. Heroes are forged, legends fade away, and death and expansionism are the only constants in a universe turned upside-down. Keep checking in to see the chapters stack up, and try to spot the twists in fate and fortune before they occur. That which follows is a saga, the last great epic of humanity. This is the Great Crusade.