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In Light, In War, In Struggle, In Flesh; She-Comes! Death to CALIGULA, DAEMON OF THE NIL!

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Blood, piss, and shit mix together in the melange of acrid metallic smells and sights. Undala is 17, her hair matted from five days of reading, fighting, orating, running and scrounging for bugs and pests set loose in the examination arena. She is Vita-Nova, chosen of Simónia and Mother-Respublica; 46th Protected Gen. of Throne-Bound. From the age of 6 she has trained for this, photogenic memory, skin-grafts of the highest quality, one of the youngest ever to receive seating in the SOM. She is stalking, stalking still. Her and a boy three years her junior remain, 8 others reduced to rotting cadavers and jerky rations. Stalking, stalking, stalking still. She turns a corner. Her foot catches on a jury-rigged vibrowire, slicing through bone and muscle as she tumbles to the ground, screaming. The younger boy jumps from a grate 15 feet upward, plunging his dagger squarely into the back of Undala’s neck; her mouth cannot afford a whimper as the blade slices down her back. His lips unfurl, baboon-like, as the boy’s grafted canines take hold, extracting her spine with the ripping of tendons and final involuntary twitches of resistance.

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Uniting these organs of state, these individual sections of a larger whole; what has been neglected from the body has naturally been the absence of the soul, the geist of the Simónian nation. That spirit, that great We/I, is in reality a We/Her. She is called Mother-Respublica, the nation-spirit & central force by which the heroes have been absorbed, mantled, and made supreme via veneration & remembrance. In the shadow of Reconciled Catholic doctrine, the Holy Spirit has been made rational & nominally secular. The flesh is given meaning and temernace by fire & love, bloodsport & honor made noticed and true by She-Who-Moves. Celebrated, loved, venerated, but never worshipped; for faith is nothing but smoke in the face of the rational & mystic. Faith did not save Mother-Blue, virtuous action did. Such is the basis of “The Concord”*, the central and founding documents / central civic quasi-theology of the nation, protected by the Leagues, interpreted by the Magi, & guided by the Princeps.

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He was born under a harsh sky 7 days before the year 14975, his cradle illuminated by the glaring white glow of the city in the heavens. The seed of a neoman, emerging from the womb of a protoman, his large alien body killing his mother in the process. The RecCaths that delivered him had never seen a creature like this, abnormally large for an infant, unusually quiet for someone who was just pushed into the world. The believers raised him, it took them a decade, he reminded them of their saviour from a dozen millennia ago.

He never knew peace, the protomen outside his community disliked him, the city in the heavens would have sent an agent to exterminate him had they found out about him. None of it mattered, the believers and farmers who raised him cherished him. He wanted to set them free from the tyranny of the city, he wanted to help them, he wanted to see them standing for the first time in untold millennia. When he was old enough he would raise them into 12 legions of warriors.

In those times the worlds of the Nation were tired of their yoke, one day they decided to lift off the shackles that bound them, to create their own representative governments. A maelstrom of revolutions that Mohcrixus' legions partook in, a whirlwind that developed into a civil war within the Nation of Man. Mohcrixus commanded armies and fleets, observed as the people who raised him took to the skies in warships to help the liberation effort. For many years they fought with fervour among the many protoman nations. He witnessed orbital bombardments against protomen who sides with the city, neoman assault ships on fire in Jovian atmosphere, mass driver rounds flying past his head. He and his legions threw asteroids at the city and witnessed it bleed for the first time, his legions witnessed him ripping neomen apart with his bare hands.

In the end, the last thing he witnessed before he disappeared was the bombardment of the planets, every ecumenopolis burning down in a flash, hundreds of billions of souls vanquished in an instant, and his legions, his dear legions, his family, ceasing to exist, his followers being snuffed out by the city.

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Roughly 15001-15005 AD (12501-05 NC): Uranians attempt a revolution but it is overthrown by a much more pro-Sprawl counterrevolution.

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15015 AD: Sprawl NUKES every planet except Uranus, the treaties are signed: Planets gain nominal autonomy with their new governments, but are still expected to send tithe to the Sprawl Reconciled Catholicism is outlawed in The Great Nation of Man. Mohcrixus is to be found and executed PIDAO is abolished. Sprawl has free reign to destroy databanks of human history on the Planets. The Planets must pay for the reconstruction of Sprawl space stations in planetary orbits. Planets are allowed to maintain police forces but standing militaries are banned. Most of their arms manufacturing is sent to the Sprawl as tribute.

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Roughly 15000 AD (12500 NC): Sprawl Protoman figureheads on Mars, Pluto, Neptune, Saturn are deposed in a revolutionary fire, these planets, now independent, sign the Planetary Independence Defense Accord at the first Planetary Congress and all join the Planetary Independence Defense Accord Organization. Jupiter joins the accord a month later. Mohcrixus and his legions align themselves with PIDAO.