Current Plot 2420xx.xx -
The Black Planet Rises

 

The Klael have used the Federation's waning presence to reassert dominance on weaker inhabitants of the Delta Quadrant. Having been defeated by a what it considers an inferior species, and a female one at that, the Klael retreated to their homeworld in the Klae system and have nursed their grudge. In the Klae system, fear rules. The seat of power is the Black Planet where sand like darkened midnight howls on the wind and the seismically active planet shakes from the inside out. Water is a scarce resource controlled solely by the Klael. Those who venture across the surface can die from thirst in the arid atmosphere and yet be paces away from the water that would have saved them. Emboldened by the slipping Starfleet presence, the Klael begin making forays back out of the safety of the Klae system and little by little begin to chip away and reclaim what they see as theirs....rim worlds in Cyrga's data banks send pleas for help that go unaided until there is only silence until Cyrga herself can no longer listen while worlds go silent.

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Cyrga has reached across space and perhaps time to extend a call for aid - the Emissary must return. . . or all may be lost.  Fleet Admiral Cerywyn and her crew were rescued from the epicenter of a temporal distortion that saved Starbase Versailles but should have cost Cerywyn and her crew their lives. Instead, she and the others awaken to a dizzying darkness. As the others come to, they learn they're not where they thought they'd be; Versailles was saved and so it would seem, were they - only they were a long way from where they started - finding themselves now in the Delta Quadrant not sure how they got here.

 

The Klael have used the Federation's waning presence to reassert dominance on weaker inhabitants of the Delta Quadrant. Having been defeated by a what it considers an inferior species, and a female one at that, the Klael retreated to their homeworld in the Klae system and have nursed their grudge. In the Klae system, fear rules. The seat of power is the Black Planet where sand like darkened midnight howls on the wind and the seismically active planet shakes from the inside out. Water is a scarce resource controlled solely by the Klael. Those who venture across the surface can die from thirst in the arid atmosphere and yet be paces away from the water that would have saved them. Emboldened by the slipping Starfleet presence, the Klael begin making forays back out of the safety of the Klae system and little by little begin to chip away and reclaim what they see as theirs...rim worlds in Cyrga's data banks send pleas for help that go unaided until there is only silence until Cyrga herself can no longer listen while worlds go silent.

 

 OOC Information:  The Klae system will be more than we can handle at the moment anyway (hopefully a worthy opponent).  I like to give worlds character and depth so, to that end, I’ve developed a societal picture of who this planet/system is comprised of. Cyrga knows of this group only as the Black Planet – but we’ll learn it’s name in due time: Karus. Karus is Latin for costly, precious, valued. The Karusi are the rulling the class; The Klael are the Warrior class/Military/Police/Security - the muscle if you will. The people of this planet/system (this is still in development) are expansionist in nature and they have a "superior" attitude towards others.

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Most societies, even truly primitive ones have a religion of some sort and this species isn't primitive. On the Black Planet, the Kalatori  are the Religious Order. This doesn’t mean they’re kind or compassionate, more like the exact opposite. The answer only to the ruling class and even the Klael fear being summoned by them – as a summons usually means death and not always a quick one. When they’re done with you, you might wish you’d died. Next are the Kalarae  (Merchants/Bureaucrats/Intellectuals). These are the people who push papers and produce a profit that keeps the system moving. The Kalarae of all on the Black Planet are least warlike and prefer order to chaos. Lastly, there is the slave race, the Kadamitas:  (Worker Bees). These are the poor and unclassed; they do the work no one else on the planet wants to do but has to be done. The man the ships, they serve as the infantry. They build and destroy as they are told.

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