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Bloody falls the Crown

The stars of Mebech gleamed cold and distant, their light falling upon the unfolding war that would reshape the system. For us, the Shadow Heaven Squadron, it was not just another conflict—it was a crucible, a test of our cunning, skill, and resolve. And the story begins not here, but far from the frozen void of Glacia Mortem (Mebech C 5), where the embers of an old war still smoldered in Alpha Volantis. The Monarchy of Votama, bruised and broken by their losses in that proxy war, had never fully recovered. We made sure of it.

It was in Alpha Volantis that we first tasted their blood. As mercenaries, we offered our services to the Alpha Volantis Bridge Incorporated, playing a role to the weakening of the Monarchy, Their desperation was palpable, their once-mighty fleets reduced to shadows of their former glory. We struck hard, fast, and without mercy, leaving them gasping for air as the Ice Storm Squadron prepared to deliver the killing blow.


When the war in Alpha Volantis finally ended, the Monarchy limped back to Mebech, their influence wavering, their supporters disillusioned. It was then that the Federalist Ice Storm Squadron saw their opportunity. With the Monarchy of Votama at its weakest, they struck—unleashing war across the system. The stars themselves seemed to shudder as fleets clashed in battles that would rage for months, igniting in the vast expanse of space and on the frozen ground of the planets below.

The most brutal fighting took place above Glacia Mortem (Mebech C 5), where the Monarchy made their final stand. Their pride and joy—the Majestic-Class Interdictor, a behemoth of Imperial engineering—arrived like an avenging angel, casting its shadow across the battlefield. For a moment, there was silence. Then came the Federal capital ship, the Imperial Hammer, and the silence was shattered by the roar of war.


Shadow Heaven was never far from the thick of it. In the void, Mosessith piloted his Anaconda, the feared Spear of Sol, cutting through Monarchy squadrons with brutal efficiency. Meanwhile, Brotherblaze commanded the Iron Heart, a ship forged in the fires of past wars and perfected in the chaos of this one. Together, we fought as extensions of the Federal Ice Storm Squadron, carving our names into the stars, side by side with the Federal forces as they laid siege to the Monarchy’s fleets.

The capital ships exchanged barrages of devastating firepower, plasma beams tearing across the cold, empty void. The smaller vessels, ours among them, danced around these giants, seizing opportunities, exploiting weaknesses, and hammering down any Monarchy resistance that dared stand in our way. The Iron Heart and Spear of Sol became legendary in these skirmishes, leading strike teams into the fray, providing cover, and pushing the Monarchy’s forces further and further back.

But it wasn’t just space where the war raged. Shadow Heaven’s mission went beyond the stars and deep into the frozen wastes of Icarian Hold (Mebech C 2). The military port at Stuart Base became our haven between space battles. Whenever our ships landed to repair and rearm, we enlisted in the ground battles that raged across the planet’s surface. The fighting at Amaike Metallurgy Exploration and Nalyvaiko Installation was some of the fiercest. Monarchy forces dug in, desperate to hold what little ground they had left.



On the ground, we fought like we flew—quick, lethal, and relentless. Brotherblaze and Mosessith, accompanied by our ally Fizzlefest, led the charge. The Monarchy’s troops fought like cornered animals, but no matter how fiercely they defended their installations, they couldn’t withstand the combined firepower and tactical brilliance we brought to the battlefield. From the skies, we provided close air support, raining destruction on their forces, turning their defenses into smoldering ruins. On the ground, we fought side by side with Federal troops, guiding them, leading them, breaking the Monarchy’s spirit piece by piece.



After two long, grueling campaigns, victory was within reach. The Monarchy’s forces were shattered, their influence on the brink of collapse. With the war all but won, we turned our attention to more lucrative endeavors. Mebech Netcoms Limited was booming. The war, as destructive as it was, had opened up new markets and new opportunities. Our cargo ships, flown by Shadow Heaven pilots, crisscrossed the Inner Orion Spur, delivering Mebechian products to stations across the region. Wealth poured in as we expanded the corporation's influence, but success came with its own set of challenges.


The economic boom attracted pirates like flies to honey. While we were busy running cargo, these scavengers began attacking our trade routes, threatening the very prosperity we were working to build. With our attention split between business and the war, the pirates gained ground. But they underestimated Shadow Heaven. With the help of a lone mercenary, we hunted them down and wiped them from the skies, ensuring that Mebech Netcoms Limited could continue its meteoric rise unhindered.


Our absence from the battlefield, however, had consequences. The Monarchy of Votama, sensing our withdrawal, rallied for a final push. They fought with a desperation born from the knowledge that they were on the edge of extinction. And for a time, it seemed like they might reclaim some ground. But then, we returned. And we brought hell with us.


Our reputation with the Monarchy was beyond repair by then. They had marked Shadow Heaven as hostile, issuing a shoot-on-sight order for any of our ships. Mosessith, ever the spearhead of our operations, had racked up a bounty of over a million credits on his head. It didn’t matter. We had a job to do, and we would finish what we started.



When we returned, the final nail was driven into the Monarchy’s coffin. The battles that followed were short, brutal, and decisive. In the end, the Ice Storm Squadron emerged victorious, their forces driving the Monarchy out of the system and seizing control of Howard Hub, the Monarchy’s last space outpost. With the Monarchy's defeat, the Mebech system was now firmly under Federal control. Mebech Netcoms Limited flourished, and Shadow Heaven’s name became synonymous with power, precision, and fear.

But victory came with a cost. We had forged a reputation that would outlast the Monarchy of Votama, but it also placed a target on our backs. As the dust settled and the stars returned to their cold, silent watch, we knew one thing for certain—this was only the beginning. Shadow Heaven would rise even higher, but the galaxy never stays quiet for long. There were always new wars to fight, new fortunes to make, and new enemies to bring to their knees.

For now, though, we were content to let the Mebech system bask in its newfound Federal prosperity. Our shadows had passed over the system, and the Monarchy of Votama had fallen into their last settlement in the region, Dogo Metalogic Complex. And as always, in the shadows, we thrived.