Fiction:Second Borealis Galactic War/Part 2

"The time has come for a new age. An age in which all people are free from authority. In which everyone makes their own way, and follows their own rules, with the only rules dictating their lives being the rules of nature!"

This is the second part of the. It saw the rise in the period known as the "War Economy", in which private military companies fought proxy wars around the galaxy and in which many planets began to abandon the concept of a nation state. This was mostly orchestrated by and  of the  for their own gains, while the  and  attempted to combat it. However, the, under spacetime quarantine, were unable to combat them.

The First Uprisings
As war was being felt throughout Borealis, so was a growing feeling of anger and fear. Feelings that boiled up amongst the people, who could no longer trust their governments to protect them from the extradimensionals. They no longer trusted the elites of their society to look after the starving refugees fleeing worlds torn apart by pirates and aliens. All it took was a little propaganda to tap into these feelings, to add enough fuel to the fire, and finally, these feelings that had boiled up into one molotov cocktail of rage amongst the people. And they couldn't wait to throw it straight at the elite class that had, in their eyes, held them back.

The first uprising began on planet Erahlof, in the Eastern Arm. It was not too far off territory, meaning not only did its democratically elected government suffer from Wranploer raids, but it was close enough to the private military companies and the Consortium Network's propaganda arms that it was easy to convince. This world was ripe for the picking for Zaarkhun, and it was not long before a military coup, coupled with mercenaries and militia, turned on their own government. This revolution wasn't just about wanting a new government in charge, they wanted no government in charge.

And soon, Erahlof became the first world to abandon the concept of a nation state. To abandon the concept of borders, to abandon the concept of a society governed by laws, and to unite people not through culture, but through trade alone. The only law now governing Erahlof was survival of the fittest. Each of its people had to make their own way in life, working with the right people in the right business to survive. This lawless world, at first, appeared to be a utopia. No one told them what to do. No need to be protected by any state-backed military when they could all protect themselves, with no consequences for purchasing heavy weaponry. No one to collect taxes or police them.

Erahlof was now the capital planet of a new form of change across Borealis. It was not long before so many other worlds followed suit. Throwing their own peoples' molotov cocktail of rage at their own governments, overthrowing monarchs, republics and all forms of nation states that they felt had been letting them down. All to move towards a society of anarchy, where the rule of survival of the fittest governed the galaxy.

And as it spread planet-by-planet, gaining momentum, it coincided with the rise in private military companies, which fought proxy wars against those governments that wanted to resist this new anti-government uprising, or simply wars over resources. Many of those who were unable to fit in with the new lawless society otherwise, unable to defend themselves or make a living any other way, and with no welfare state to fall back on, began to sign up to these private military companies to avoid the other alternative: death by starvation. And these private military companies would, in many cases, drug these new employees to make them thrive on war, and turn them into killing machines. All for profit.

But to Falrik Zaarkhun and Volim Thrava, who had engineered this reality, this was beautiful to watch. It was a new order of liberty for Zaarkhun, and would usher in a much more prosperous age. To Volim, this was about a rise in power, as he was able to enrich and empower the Wranploer further, and watch as many of the aliens who had once reviled him now longed to be liberated by him instead.

Thugz Fer Dosh
After seeing the success of the uprisings around the galaxy, the growth of private military companies and the surge in war, were both extremely excited and very disappointed. Each of them felt very left out of this revolution that Zaarkhun was starting. So called a group meeting to discuss the ways to move the Loron forward while they were unable to fight the quarantined UNO.


 * Fre'kloar - yanno on da one hand its funny ta see da salty tears of uno as dey got locked away but on da otha hand its...kinda borin wivout dem
 *  - MAN WE NEED NOO PEEPZ TA SHANK
 * Fre'kloar - yeh an DERES SO MANY PEEPZ TA SHANK but zaarkhun neva sends us places anymoar he just sends da mercs
 *  - whai shuld we do wat he sez? IM DA KING. I CAN CHOOS WHOEVA I WANT TA KILL
 *  - Oh yeah? Then who should we kill, "king"?
 * Grak'tona - DA ZOLES... NO WAIT DA NIAKA... NO WAIT DA PALADIANS... URM SO MANY TA CHOOS FROM
 * Rel'larutina - You're just full of ideas, aren't you.
 * Grak'tona - yeh well I DONT SEE YOO CONTRIBUTIN YA LOSA
 * Rel'larutina - It's almost like last time I contributed to one of these discussions you all told me, in your own words, "stfu stoopid chik no one wants yor input", or something.
 *  - man yoo kidz is stoopid. bak in ma dayz we jus shanked whoeva showed up in front of us. none of dis choosin trash
 * Fre'kloar - yeh well yor days SUKED MAN I SWER YOO DIDNT EVEN HAV MASSIV SHIPS LIKE DIS ONE
 *  - yeh bcuz i wasnt born yet hur
 * Jol'kiar - SHUT UP MAN YOR A LIL BRAT WHO DONT KNO TROO LORON SHANKINESS. IF YA DAYZ SO MUCH BETTA DEN SOLVE DIS PROBLEM
 * Kal'kuir - BY ALL MEENS I WILL

Kal'kuir cleared his throat, and then threw together a projector, which projected an image of a crayon-drawn storyboard of Loron and images of money that could not be understood by any of the others, but the way his eyes lit up as he outlined it to the others suggested he thought it was genius.


 * Kal'kuir - so i depicted da plan in dis AMAZIN drawin of wat wes gonna do. yanno how deres all dese mercenaries out dere dat get money fer killin peepz, like how a prostitute gets money fer doin kinky stoof wiv peepz? yeh so whai dont we be like mercenaries. i call dem da "War Prostitutes" but dat name sounded dum so i scribbled it out an changed it ta "Thugz Fer Dosh". so basically da loronz is da best fightas eva, wes da most committed by far an wes som of da only peepz dat ya dont need ta give drugs to ta get us excited fer war. so whai dont we make our own mercenary groop an get tons of cash an evryon hires us ta kill stoof?? sik idea ennit??
 *  - MATE I CANT UNDASTAND WAT DA HEK DAT DRAWIN MEENS
 *  - i fink its a groodrub chimp rollin around in a pile of dirt
 *  - my foresite suggests dat its a drawin of da godz except da godz spat on it an now it looks like trash
 * Rel'larutina - Most importantly. It's a projection of a drawing, while he could've just shown us the drawing itself.
 * Kal'kuir - MAN YOR ALL JUS SUPA JELUS OF MA SIK ARTISTIC SKILLZ
 * Jol'kiar - thugz fer dosh eh? ... eeeeehh whil i can see wher yor goin wiv it im a bit skeptical. WES DA ROGUE BOYZ. WE DONT WORK FER NO ONE. DATS KINDA DA POINT
 *  - yeh man dis idea is SO FLIPPIN BAD I WANNA BLOW UP PEEPZ FER DA BOSSES NOT FER SOM GEEZA PAYIN US
 *  - I VOTE NO TA DIS DUM IDEA

Fre'kloar growled, as he stomped on Kal'kuir's projector and kicked him aside. He then cleared his throat as Kal'kuir had done earlier, and spoke.


 * Fre'kloar - MAN KALKUIRS IDEAS IS ALL PROPA STOOPID. but its ok, i yor amazin boss, hav an idea. so basically deres all dese mercenaries in da galaxy, dey get paid ta kill peepz yeh? like how yoo hav chikz paid ta do kinky stoof called prostitutes? so we copy dem. an we make ourselves da War Prostitutes. alrite nevamind dats a dum name, so we can be da "Thugz Fer Dosh" insted. basically peepz across da galaxy pay us ta kill geezas an den we get lotsa cash. sik idea ennit???
 * Jol'kiar - FREKLOAR YOO IDIOT YOO JUS REPEETED EVERYFIN KALKUIR SED
 * Fre'kloar - SHUT UP MAN DAT WAS ALL MA OWN IDEA
 * Hagto'Zhl - well i dunno about yoo lot but i fink frekloars idea is pretty good
 * Jol'kiar - i can work wiv it JUS AS LONG AS WE REMAIN ROGUE
 * Fre'kloar - yeh wes not gonna rename da whol of da rogue boyz man dats a stoopid idea who wuld do dat
 * Brag'klogga - urm yoo did in anotha canon mate
 * Fre'kloar - IF YOO DONT SHUT UP IMMA BLAST A CANNON IN YA FACE
 * Kal'kuir - MAN... WISH I HAD DAT IDEA. LETS DO IT
 * Rel'larutina - I...I don't believe this...but alright. Let's found our "Thugz Fer Dosh". Lemme guess, I do all the work?
 * Grak'tona - I DECLARE MASELF DA KING OF DA THUGZ
 * Fre'kloar - LMAO NO. YOR AN UNSTABLE PIECE OF TRASH DAT WULD JUS SCREEM AT DA EMPLOYA AN DEN WED NEVA GET ANY WORK. FORGET DAT MAN WE GOTTA HIRE SOMEON NEW SPECIFICALLY FER DIS

Knar'gank raised his hand to get their attention.


 *  - i kno someon. a cousin of mine.
 * Fre'kloar - oh? lets heer about dis guy den
 * Knar'gank - names . hes alredi a mercenary so he wuld probs kno wat ta do in a pmc. pretty tuff geeza
 * Fre'kloar - hmm. oi kalkuir bring up da numbas on dis geeza

Kal'kuir nodded, as he ran to the terminal on the Krooza and began to research Gol'thabex. Soon, images of Gol'thabex appeared on the screen. He was a large Loron that appeared easily as tough as one of the Warbosses in the room if not tougher, with two large tomahawk axes which he threw with insane precision. The other Loron were visibly impressed.


 * Jol'kiar - so...why didnt we make dis guy a warboss agen?
 * Knar'gank - hes got dis independant hardass attitude so dats probs whai ya neva herd of him
 * Jol'kiar - bak in ma dayz all da loronz was loud. dis bothas me
 * Ray'loth - WELL WE GOTTA BRING DIS BOZO INTO DA KROOZA
 * Brag'klogga - I CAN HANDLE DAT

Brag'klogga, on a whim, decided to teleport Gol'thabex into the room. As Gol'thabex landed, he swung his axe down and broke the table in front of the Loron around which they were gathered in half, then looked around, highly confused.


 * Gol'thabex - urm...i was in da middle of killin peepz. since when was i heer
 * Fre'kloar - SINCE NAO
 * Knar'gank - ey cuzzy bro
 * Gol'thabex - yo da leedas is all heer?? oi sup knargank man how yoo been
 * Hagto'Zhl - SO APPARENTLY YOR REELY TUFF. WELL WE GOT A PROPOSISHON FER YAS. WES GONNA MAKE DA ROGUE BOYZS OWN PMC AN YOO MITE BE JUS WAT WE NEED FER A LEEDA FER DAT
 * Gol'thabex - eh...pmc? yoo meen like prostitutes dat kill peepz?
 * Rel'larutina - Zr'An'Kar's sake, you people. How did you even come up with that?
 * Hagto'Zhl - NO AS IN YOO GET PAID BY ALIENS TA KILL OTHA ALIENS AN IF DEY DONT PAY YOO YOO BEET DEM UP
 * Gol'thabex - oh. so dats like wat i alredi do anywayz but on a bigga scale. hur sure man sign me up
 * Fre'kloar - ITS SETTLED DEN. THUGZ FER DOSH IS OPEN FER BUSINESS
 * Kal'kuir - I VOTE DAT I GET TA KEEP ALL DA CASH WE MAKE AN USE IT TA BUILD BIGGA GUNZ
 * Fre'kloar - COURS NOT YA GEEK IM DA BOSS SO I GET ALL DA BLING
 * Grak'tona - IM DA KING SO I COLLECT DA ROYAL TAXES
 * Hagto'Zhl - IM KOLOSSUS SON SO I GET ALL DA CASH
 * Jol'kiar - BAK IN MA DAYZ WE NEVA HAD DIS ARGUMENT OVA CASH WE SHARED IT OUT BUT STILL IM DA OLDEST AN DA WISEST HEER SO I GET ALL DA CASH
 * Rel'larutina - I'm gonna say it just for the sake of it. I get the money so I can actually invest it instead of throwing it all into the ship's engine.
 * Fre'kloar - LOL I VOTE RELLARUTINA GETS NO CASH WHOS WIV ME

All of the Loron raised their hands gleefully in the air and then laughed at her.


 * Rel'larutina - Of course. You're the same people who think Loron prostitutes are a thing that exist.
 * Brag'klogga - deres somfin in da holy books about dat but dats a story fer anotha time. da holy books say pretty nice stoof about da thugz fer dosh so dis is gonna be sik
 * Jol'kiar - we shuld decide on who gets da cash (me btw) lata. frekloar as boss yoo gotta go an giv all da boyz an announcement
 * Fre'kloar - yeh sure man im gonna com up wiv a speech or somfin now somone giv me a papa

Fre'kloar turned to Kal'kuir, who passed him crayons. He then proceded to take a piece of paper and write out his speech. A few minutes later, he had finished it, and took the Krooza's microphone to send a message throughout Rogue Boyz territory to every ship and planet.


 * Fre'kloar - Yo, yo, yo, attenshon all Rogue Boyz peepz out dere. Yoov all made me proud but now its a noo moment fer da Loronz. Evry one of yoo is now an employee of Thugz Fer Dosh. Dis is a noo PMC fingy dat basically meens we take money frum alienz ta go kill peepz for dem. Dis is a sik moovment but if yoo dont like it den yoo can form a line behind me an kiss my ass. Hope yoo all hav a good day.

Fre'kloar then stepped away from the microphone, to the applause of the other Loron.


 * Fre'kloar - dat was sik ennit?
 * Jol'kiar - dat works
 * Hagto'Zhl - PIZZA PARTY TA COMMEMORATE
 * Fre'kloar - YEH MAN LETS DO IT

Borealis News Network Report
Raiyassa Mizys, the Zoles reporter who frequently delivered news reports, seemed much less calm than usual. It was a time of great uncertainty, not simply because of the war, but because of the unpredictability of the entire Eastern Arm. The Eastern Arm was already seen as somewhat of an untamed wild, but not to the extent that even the more civilised worlds more aligned with the Zoles and the Niaka began to turn their backs on those who were doing their best to protect them in these dire times.


 * Raiyassa Mizys - Good evening, Borealis. Just minutes ago we saw the fall of another nation, the Rewlod Republic, in the Friura Sector of the Eastern Arm. Formerly thought to be much more safe from pirates due to Niaka presence, the sector is slowly moving to become as lawless as the Demolidus Sector. Experts predict the few remaining nation states in the Arm to fall within the coming weeks.

The next paragraph she read out, she did so much more solemnly, with a great sense of woe in her voice.


 * Raiyassa Mizys - But the phenomenon is no longer unique to the Eastern Arm. Two nation states, one in the Mirianis Sector and the other a younger species in the Sovaikai Sector, have launched successful coups against their governments and now join the Eastern Arm in a state of total anarchy. These regions are no longer deemed safe, as they are populated by pirates and mercenaries, which in many cases are warring factions fighting one another to obtain the resources from these now lawless worlds.

Raiyassa hesitated once again before delivering the next line. It was hard to maintain her professional tone, as she was worried not only about the news itself, but disgusted by the script she had to read.


 * Raiyassa Mizys - Entrepreneurs and businessmen around the galaxy have been quick to take advantage of the situation as they have moved to set up shop in these worlds, mining their resources, trading in tax-free marketplaces and employing thousands of war refugees.

Having delivered the line, she could finally read out parts of the script she was much more comfortable delivering, no longer having to normalise or glorify these revolts.


 * Raiyassa Mizys - But many experts worry that the people in these new lawless societies will not take too kindly to their newfound freedom. While they are no longer taxed or policed, they are also no longer protected from harm. This has already seen a rise in many of the youth turning to piracy, and some desperate people joining mercenary groups when finding themselves unable to join another workforce. Proponents of the anti-government sentiment argue that this is about taking control of their own lives and fending for themselves, but in many cases, this has been shown to give people much less social mobility, and much higher risk of death.

Normally, Raiyassa would have prepared an interview for the occasion, or be able to broadcast a press conference from one of the galaxy's leaders. But her update was much shorter today. There were very few leaders who wished to address the issue publicly or provide reassuring words when there was little to say that would help people feel safer. And the Borealis News Network's viewership was dropping, with more people preferring to either tune into their own nation's news corporations, or worse - propaganda outlets created by the Borealis Consortium Network to sow anti-government messages.


 * Raiyassa Mizys - It is a very divided galaxy, as people must make a choice: can they still trust their leaders to protect them from the extradimensional threats? Tune in after commercials for more.

And with that, the report ended, and commercials began. And ironically, the first two advertisements were for Imalmah Products, a megacorporation selling for advanced weaponry, and Ultralite Squads, a private military company advertising offering potential employers protection.