I've been enjoying the 9th since ye olden days (RIP to the Eyrie system), and been playing again and boy oh boy, they're a tough cookie - they've wiped out Carter's Free Traders, sniped a system on the far side of the Persean League, and then have started taking shots at Culann; those failed, but they hit Skathi right after and established a beachhead in Hybrasil. Fun stuff!
It actually tempted me into doing a little something - Nexerelin has this little feature where planet descriptions can be updated based on who controls the market, and I couldn't help but write one or two for everyone's favorite boys in black and green.
"Jangala"
In regular form:
A cursed world of emerald jungles and embattled cities forever at war with its native xenolife, Jangala is home to both the darkest and most glorious days of the Ninth. It was here that they first made contact with and were defeated by their wayward 'brothers' of the Fourteenth Fleet, driven into exile in the Zorya system...but now, they return in triumph. The false phoenix has been cast down, and the banner of the true Domain hoisted upon its surface. Taking it was one thing, however, and holding it is another - those soldiers of the Fleet who might occupy Jangala know it to be a green hell, locked in battle with the Hegemony's stay-behind troops, the infamous Seventies.
The seats of the Ninth Fleet on this world, Jangala's fortified cities are akin to islands, surrounded by green jungles that stretch forever onward without end. There, the ever-watching eye of the Panopticon can root out insurgency, allowing disciplined ground troops to maintain a harsh, but not entirely unfair, order. There, the Ninth has won. Beyond their sealed confines, the war for Jangala rages on - commanded by the Hegemony's own Field Marshal, the formally named 70th Ground Defense Garrison, named in honor of the Ninth's defeat decades before, continues the fight. Weapons fire and explosions can be heard all over the planet, the Seventies determined to make sure that the Fleet's occupation of Jangala proves to be a temporary one, and even the Panopticon struggles to keep track of the insurgents as they fleet into the jungles, leaving nothing but dead troops and burning strongholds in their wake. A refit program for Jangala Station promises to bring an end to the war via the power of orbital fire, but for now at least, the battle of Jangala has only just begun.
In a surprising fit of sentimentality, the Ninth Fleet have constructed a war memorial on the surface, commemorating the brave officers and crew who lost their lives in the Fleet's first defeat over Jangala. Those who lay down their lives in service to the true Domain are forever remembered here.
In code form:
planet_jangala_9th,CUSTOM,"A cursed world of emerald jungles and embattled cities forever at war with its native xenolife, Jangala is home to both the darkest and most glorious days of the Ninth. It was here that they were first made contact with and were defeated by their wayward 'brothers' of the Fourteenth Fleet, driven to exile in Zorya...but now, they return in triumph. The false phoenix has been cast down, and the banner of the true Domain hoisted upon its surface. Taking it was one thing, however, and holding it is another - those soldiers of the Fleet who might occupy Jangala know it to be a green hell, locked in battle with the Hegemony's stay-behind troops, the infamous Seventies.",,"The seats of the Ninth Fleet on this world, Jangala's fortified cities are akin to islands, surrounded by green jungles that stretch forever onward without end. There, the ever-watching eye of the Panopticon can root out insurgency, allowing disciplined ground troops to maintain a harsh, but not entirely unfair, order. There, the Ninth has won. Beyond their sealed confines, the war for Jangala rages on - commanded by the Hegemony's own Field Marshal, the formally named 70th Ground Defense Garrison, named in honor of the Ninth's defeat decades before, continues the fight. Weapons fire and explosions can be heard all over the planet, the Seventies determined to make sure that the Fleet's occupation of Jangala proves to be a temporary one, and even the Panopticon struggles to keep track of the insurgents as they fleet into the jungles, leaving nothing but dead troops and burning strongholds in their wake. A refit program for Jangala Station promises to bring an end to the war via the power of orbital fire, but for now at least, the battle of Jangala has only just begun.
In a surprising fit of sentimentality, the Ninth Fleet have constructed a war memorial on the surface, commemorating the brave officers and crew who lost their lives in the Fleet's first defeat over Jangala. Those who lay down their lives in service to the true Domain are forever remembered here.",
"Chicomoztoc"
In regular form:
One of the first planets targeted for colonization in the Sector, Chicomoztoc was selected to become a center of industry, host to a nexus of huge nanoforges. Only a marginal terraforming candidate upon discovery, rapid early industry and later war has left the atmosphere polluted and desolate, but this is merely a beginning. What was once the beating heart of the Hegemony has become a major component of the Ninth Fleet and its reborn Domain, providing Fleet Command with the resources to escalate their campaign of conquest and push onwards towards the total unification of the Persean Sector.
The enormous population of Chicomoztoc live in vast underground arcologies, ruled by a combination of district commanders appointed by the Fleet and (begrudgingly on both sides) local administrators from before the Ninth's takeover of the planet, a combination of Hegemony officers and local strongmen who saw the way the wind was blowing. Whatever the leadership, Chicomoztoc's vast urbanization means that it is a conquest that even the Ninth must digest slowly, its newborn branch of the Panopticon slowly but surely integrated into local hive security systems...a thing that local Fleet garrisons eagerly yearn for: the war for Chicomoztoc is not yet over, and the hive-scum Hegemon has returned to his roots, leading a guerilla war from the shadows. For all their effort, the Fleet has yet to truly slay the Phoenix, and it threatens to rise from the ashes beneath their feet. No knock raids, 'special' interrogation sessions and a veritable flood of Fleet propaganda are all daily facts of life on Chicomoztoc, now, efforts by Fleet Command to snuff out the final embers of their most hated enemy.
But between gunfire exchanged by marines in orange or green, extolling the virtues of a Ninth or Fourteenth fleet, life continues with surprising normity on Chicomoztoc. The forges still burn, albeit for a new master, and work continues ever onwards.
In code form:
planet_chicomoztoc_9th,CUSTOM,"One of the first planets targeted for colonization in the Sector, Chicomoztoc was selected to become a center of industry, host to a nexus of huge nanoforges. Only a marginal terraforming candidate upon discovery, rapid early industry and later war has left the atmosphere polluted and desolate, but this is merely a beginning. What was once the beating heart of the Hegemony has become a major component of the Ninth Fleet and its reborn Domain, providing Fleet Command with the resources to escalate their campaign of conquest and push onwards towards the total unification of the Persean Sector.",,"The enormous population of Chicomoztoc live in vast underground arcologies, ruled by a combination of district commanders appointed by the Fleet and (begrudgingly on both sides) local administrators from before the Ninth's takeover of the planet, a combination of Hegemony officers and local strongmen who saw the way the wind was blowing. Whatever the leadership, Chicomoztoc's vast urbanization means that it is a conquest that even the Ninth must digest slowly, its newborn branch of the Panopticon slowly but surely integrated into local hive security systems...a thing that local Fleet garrisons eagerly yearn for: the war for Chicomoztoc is not yet over, and the hive-scum Hegemon has returned to his roots, leading a guerilla war from the shadows. For all their effort, the Fleet has yet to truly slay the Phoenix, and it threatens to rise from the ashes beneath their feet. No knock raids, 'special' interrogation sessions and a veritable flood of Fleet propaganda are all daily facts of life on Chicomoztoc, now, efforts by Fleet Command to snuff out the final embers of their most hated enemy.
But between gunfire exchanged by marines in orange or green, extolling the virtues of a Ninth or Fourteenth fleet, life continues with surprising normity on Chicomoztoc. The forges still burn, albeit for a new master, and work continues ever onwards. ",
Call it fanfic of a mod or something
