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It was a peaceful evening in the colony of Iriy, the heart of the Duchy of Holmgrad’s home away from home and the shining pinnacle of their colonization achievements. As the shroud of night painted the sky a deep, vivid purple, the palace of the Duchy’s royal family, ever a symbol of power and magnificence, towered over all encased within the colony’s ever rotating O’Neill cylinder, a monument to both old ways and the Duchy of Holmgrad’s unparalleled technological advances and the steps it and its rulers had taken toward securing a home for itself in the wild frontier of space. At its lofty apex, one could see th

A shimmering sun and an unbroken blue sky graced the Australian coastal city of Darwin. Further off, the blazing sunlight from on high glistened and glinted off the rolling waves of the Timor Sea in the fair breeze, and so too did it glint off of the massed Holmgrad armada gradually advancing on the coastline as it trundled onwards through the sky and sea, the boxy silhouettes of landing craft and re-appropriated warships cutting through the waves. The distant low rumble of Hydra transports combined with the higher pitch of the blazing engines of clusters of Scarabs shook the air, shattering the stillness of the day as they sped onwards

Gunda/m/: Rogues 3.0 Hilaire Oudinot, Staff Commissar, surveyed the scene before him with narrowed, piercing eyes. “I am aware that I have asked for a mission report, but that dodges the issue. Why have you dragged me out here, away from particularly pressing matters, Captain, all to see a motley gaggle of captives? Are you militiamen honestly that desperate for praise?” Underneath mist and a dim Korean sun, the stolid Surface Arm representative adjusted the cap that rested atop his head of neatly cropped black hair. His cold, grey, repulsed eyes stared directly at someone who was a world apart from him from a cursory glance al

Reynold: The Sword Falls, #2. Within the hall of the hangar bay of the HGN Bogatyr, yet another unit of mobile suits stood poised and ready by the catapult and the gaping mouth of the cruiser's open hangar doors. Yet, among these assembled giants, there existed an anomaly – they were one short. Ever quick to allow his temper to flare, that minute detail bothered Captain Smilo Enneccerus immensely, and the leader of Beta Squadron did not at all attempt to conceal his irritation as he shouted at the latecomer. “Are you working on yet another way to get yourself demoted, Solovey?  If so, can you at least try to hurry it up?”

Reynold: The Sword Falls. The year is 0128 of the Space Era. Over a century has passed since mankind spread outward from a conflict-ridden and exhausted Earth, finally achieving the dreams of their ancestors and extending humanity's reach to the stars themselves. The nation that led the charge into space was the Grand Duchy of Holmgrad, a sizeable Eastern European nation renowned for its neutrality, and its appeal to those of great intellect who saw the country as a place where they could pursue their dreams without limitations, restrictions or inhibitions. But even as Holmgrad and its fellow nations constructed and opened the first coloni

67th Expeditionary Mobile Suit Detachment “Schuka” Schuka 1 – Joachim Rote Born in Drioma, the third of Holmgrad's five core colonies, he joined the Duchy's Royal Navy with unmatched gusto, and unwittingly proved to be a defining example of a fresh-faced newcomer transformed by war into a hardened veteran. Yet, despite being a first-hand witness of such cataclysmic events as the destruction of Iriy and its use as a weapon, a valuable part of his old personality still remains; on the odd occasion, a joke and a hint of his younger self still rises from him. Aware of the importance of his position as a staff commissar, educating

“Holmgrad fleet in range, sir. Positioned near the colony. Formation wedge.” On the bridge of the ASNS Nile, Captain Erasmus Froome shifted in his seat, looking out into the expanse that lay beyond the walls and windows of the bridge of the Argus-class escort carrier. Around him, operators maintained a constant vigil over their consoles, eyes fixed on screens. Cradling his bearded chin with a gloved hand, he turned to the crew member who had just spoken. “Any estimate on their numbers, Boggs?” “Total signatures come in at around twenty-plus, sir.” Froome leaned back in silent contemplation, hands now steeple

"Holmgrad fleet in range, sir. Positioned near the colony. Formation wedge." On the bridge of the ASNS Nile, Captain Erasmus Froome shifted in his seat, looking out into the expanse that lay beyond the walls and windows of the bridge of the Argus-class escort carrier. Around him, operators maintained a constant vigil over their consoles, eyes fixed on screens. Cradling his bearded chin with a gloved hand, he turned to the crew member who had just spoken. "Any estimate on their numbers, Boggs?" "Total signatures come in at around twenty-plus, sir." Froome leaned back in silent contemplation, hands now steepled. "That puts our combined num

"Holmgrad fleet in range, sir. Positioned near the colony. Formation wedge." On the bridge of the ASNS Nile, Captain Erasmus Froome shifted in his seat, looking out into the expanse that lay beyond the walls and windows of the bridge of the Argus-class escort carrier. Around him, operators maintained a constant vigil over their consoles, eyes fixed on screens. Cradling his bearded chin with a gloved hand, he turned to the crew member who had just spoken. "Any estimate on their numbers, Boggs?" "Total signatures come in at around twenty-plus, sir." Froome leaned back in silent contemplation, hands now steepled. "That puts our combined num