Insurrection war leaders and asaf structure

Ezana: --

Gen: M -- Age Gr: 60s -- Branch: SentSLA -- Front/KeyMish: Trench Marshlands

Medina:

Gen: F -- Age Gr: 50s -- Branch: CIV -- Front/KeyMish: Trench Marshlands

Thorfin Strigge:

Gen: M -- Age Gr: 40s/50s iirc -- Branch: PioCIV -- Front/KeyMish: Various;Capital

Agent Valk:

Gen: F -- Age Gr: 20s(late) -- Branch: SAPP;Grey Team (Pio) -- Front/KeyMish: Various

Unit Names per branch

+ASAF (Formalized Federal Military - think UNSC) Only one ASAF exists and it has jurisdiction everywhere. All GCPDs are subordinate to ASAF and all ASAF units of comparable rank have jurisdictional superiority over their GCPD counterparts. ASAF can replace the GCPD garrison but usually supplemnts it, mostly existing as a force that can bring true military weight to any sect of the SA, rather than being atomized to single member worlds or systems. Most formalized structure of military in the SA and accompanyingly as thorough and paritioned. All absorbed forces get sorted into these zones and CAW is ASAF's specialty, leveraging its standardization to most effectively create CAW tactics and deployments. Most upper ranks are cross-branch for this reason. Most upper ranks require cerebral upgrades of some kind with AUTH:USER Neurospikes (can only be used by one person) common to augment brain power.

ASNG - Asendancy of Sol Naval Guard

--\*Navy/Sangri Seaman -- Wet Navy crew.

--Nav(color)/San(color) -- Wet Navy Deck crew, mostly used in aircraft carrier or role specific jobs

-AFSA Air Force of Solar Ascendancy

--\*Indigo/Mahogany Airman - In-Craft flyers

--\*IndiJade/MahoJade Auxiliary - Ground crew and controllers

-ASA Ascendancy of Sol Astrum

--\*Midnight/Maroon Marine

--\*Midnight/Maroon Crewman

--Mid(color)/Mar(color) Crewman -- Job specific color codes.

-SLA Solar Liberation Army

Pioneer: Anti-Belligerent specialist. Ranger: Extra-planetary and deep cut assault hypothetically also extra-solar main military force. Sentinel: Defense and response, intra-solar deployment, often meant to augment GCPD's.

--\*Jade/Jade Pioneer: Bel expert, integrated Special Warfare Unit, limited resupply Ranger subclass, based on ASAB Pioneer role

--\*Azure/Burgundy Ranger: Strike Unit. Rapid deployments, deep enemy territory movements, clearings, and assaults.

-- Sky Blue/Scarlet Sentinel: Defensive Unit. Rapid engineering, complex defense, evacuations, blitzes, seizures/captures, strikes

--Burgundy/Scarlet Thimbles

--Jade Auxiliary: Dedicated logistical, scouting, and light action soldiers. Includes drone soldiers, supply convoy command. Historically very saturated with initiates or recently activated reserves. (progenitor of ASAB Jade/Ruby), Very lightly armored and fairly lightly armed usually if combat facing.

--AzJade/BurJade: Vehicular crews associated with the ranger corps.

--SkyJade/ScarJade: Vehicular crews associated with ranger corps

--Gold Ranger/Sentinel: Artillery/explosive specialty units. Will have yellow markings if a mortar trooper and orange if a handheld explosive unit, either if part of an artillery crew.

+GCPD (Formalized Local Command Structure - think CMA)

--SAME STRUCTURE AS ASAF, PLANET SPECIFIC ORGANIZATION AND DEPLOYMENT THOUGH.

--EXTRA Liberation Army Unit! - (Local Decision Color) Minutemen. Semi-civilian Militia unit, that rapidly goes from civilian nature to Sentinel-like roles.

+ASAB (Analogue to CIA/KGB/SHIELD - think ONI)

-Pioneer Corps -- (Anti-Bel Special Warfare)

--\*Agate Agent

\*\*Flex unit, small teams indirect or pointed anti-bel and intelligence missions. Very little uniformity, highly individually focused. Have jurisdiction in GC borders.

--\*Ruby Pioneer

\*\*Standard Anti-Bel Military unit. Fight Pirates, External Bels, and military grade internal Bels. Have jurisdiction in GC borders.

--\*Sapphire Infiltrator

\*\*Pointed Stealth Unit. Use superior tech, agility, strength, and stealth to perform sensitive anti-bel and intelligence missions.

-Prosecutor Corps: Interplanetary Police Force

--(Brass) Prosecutor

--(Brass) Deputy Prosecutor

Other Federal Branch Roles -- CMDP Civilian Mutual Defense Pacts, equivalent to Police Departments/Executive Emergency Services

-- (Patina) Civilian Disturbance Professional (Notice Jade coloring!) A 0% violent role for mental health crises

-- (Brass) Civilian Mutual Defense: Equivalent of cops. Volunteer, may or may not be deputized. Violent or potentially violent offenders up to riot control.

-- (Brass) CMD:SWAT: Less than military type threats, but more than non-violent cops. Authorized for offensive deadly force if necessary. Practically ALWAYS Deputized.

-- (Zinc) Authorized Investigator

-- Protectorate Agent: Helps deploy or organize the services of the protectorate.

While this looks super bureaucracy-laden, remember that the SA is organized bottom-up NOT top down. In very very few orgs are "higher" ranks/groupings commanding of "lower" ranks/groupings. The Emperor, for example, touches barely any of this. Protectorate forces are mostly self-sustaining, working with the people that provide for them and they provide for respectfully. Likewise, CMDs are allies to the military but the military doesn't have any legal authority over them. Pretty much any military unit can independently operate if necessary and COORD's planning is mostly a matter of trust.

DC: Blue, grey, tan -- Fantastical; mix of modern, and 60s era tactics, esp mass inf+limited armor tac

FS: D. tan, D. Green, tan -- Semi-Real, 70s and modern tactics

PB: D. Green, Brown, Grey -- East front/blitz? ; IF THRALL: Mass att or dogged DFnc

ss: Fast, punchy? Antsy on feet or defending?

Thorfin Strigge-SpecWar: ??

Ezana-Sent: DFnc

Khufu-Rang: Att

Tierdy-GCPD: ???, 2nd Amnd vibes?

The armorsmith:

We began our journey as Solites much like we did thousands of years ago, wearing woven cloth till war turned them to tatters. [BLOOD] That didn't help us during the collapse. [Fighting in the fire, against an offscreen enemy] We gave our alternatives every opportunity to prove themselves, [CUTS of everyone dying in successive armors, ending in a glassing] but all it really served were the wars that came after. [Gaudy/hi-tech Imperial and EU armors fighting the Syndicalist Folks in their archaic hard armors and camos.] The remnants and revanants of the old empire tried to use their new tools to break the system's back, beat everyone back into control, but even in age-old fatigues and tattered weaves, the rest of humanity resisted... [The solar civil war gets worse, bringing in old drones, big bombs, and carion birds.] It just took every tool and every trick up their sleeve.

[Bird flies over the declaration of the Solar Ascendancy in ?Kenya?] By the time we won, by the time we founded our new Ascendancy, we realized fear over the enemy's tools, or hell, inheriting their fears, would hold us back. [Guards in solar painted new armors take point. An ancilla drone passes by in new solar blue] We trained. We prepared. But the fights were small, brief, sporadic. History had shown that experiments like ours were always plagued by outside incursion or violent insurrection... but after seeing what the Empire and its dying breath wrought, it seemed like most of humanity lost the stomach for it.

We thought we'd have inherited a peaceful universe, one so happy to see after the lost tribes of Shusheeka lefts us and the scourge ravaged us, but our horizon was ruthlessly "Expanded." Our fancy toys helped us stem the tide, but the galaxy is home to powers simply too vast and too powerful to match. Laser and plasma based weaponry burned what weaves that remained to dust. They bore through all but the toughest metal armors, where-in the over-encumberance would give the enemy time to bore deeper. Our drones were useful, but they too wouldn't withstand the onslaught. The Galactic Communion, as we later knew them, tore through us like wet paper. Even with the boons in the Astrum, it's only the mericful and cooperative among them and the mettle we proved to their honor bound that saved us. Our late-war milk-carbons would have just delayed the inevitable if they so willed it. We were resoundly humbled in our welcoming to the galactic community. "Victory" or not.

The next years were tense. We developed our drones and our guns and our ships, but our armors left much to be desired. Our weaves could give a soldier the ability to survive a clip of ballistic ammunition, and a good few caster shots, but would be evaporated by a blinker or sighttaker. Our armor could do the same, but melting onto the soldier they protect is hardly helpful. Milk carbon was useful, but it couldn't be modified or repaired, required 0-gravity to produce, and used rare materials that only stablized in milk carbon form. It did protect very well against directed ballistics and energy weapons though. Blunt melee and ballistic volleys were hardly ever the GC's M.O. with Sol. As our only seeming enemy, we thought it best to figure out a way to make milk-carbon work. In the meantime, work to modernize and future-proof old techs were underway. We couldn't wait for a miracle. Even though we had friends in the GC, the Jonus, the Opali, to some, the Lonn, we still had a good degree of enemies. Enemies that would soon attack.

At the egress point of the black wall in the Caerulus system, a new threat, The Heenmet Hegemony's PMC: Seashadow had enough of the GC humoring Sol and its human population most of all, expecially because of our war with the Communion, and doubly because they have a particular distaste for bipeds, going so far as enslaving and exploiting any they could. The GC could nary attack its on people, so save for a few immigrants and local allies, Sol had to face off against a Communion power... again. The blackwoods war was a retest. A show of all the boons our tenacity and burgeoning alliances could produce. Hundreds of millions of orc-like St'e slave soldiers descended upon us, calling us and our human population most of all communists and hordelings and abominations to sentience. They sought to cury\* favor with their non-bipedal gods, and in-so-doing, be freed from their bipedal forms. Sad when you think about it, really, but that empathy didn't prevent Sol from holding the line, pushing it back, and ending the Blackwoods Wars. Our updates, or trinkets, our friends, our grit, armors like our Brimline family... they saved us. But they also sparked something sinister.

Tired of placating non-human powers, seeing them in their totality as harmful, some humans of our military began to plot. They found illicit means to supply weapons, information, and yes, even armor to humanity-first fascist movements. While our loyal scientists refined and standardized energy shields, hoplite armor, and million other micro-improvements, it was overshadowed by the rips humanity was tearing in the Solar community. Somewhere in this mess, I don't quite know how, human revenants , SAPPHIRES began appearing. At first, they razed settlements, caused untold harm, before... they split and joined us. We tried to ascertain their whereabouts and how their nigh-impervious armor worked, but to no avail. Armorsmiths had a two prong issue. As the sleeper developmetn of shields brought to light, it wasn't enough to protect Solite soldiers, but also the solar solidarity, the solar openness, the solar cooperation. With that, the Pink City of [name] created an armor to put their show projects to shame. The Centurion armor built on the weaves of the past and the armors of the recent. It was milk carbon in scale by way of Opali facility donations, it was lightweight and surprisingly modular for its composition. Hypothetically, many Galactic bipedal species could fit it and the helmet was of the roman empire. For all its faults to modern sensibilities, it united a sliver of every continent in the old world. That was worth something. Symbolically and functionally it was a zenith.

And it was soon super-charged by the introduction of Solar Ceramite. A downsizing and lighter version of the hull plating of GC starships, Solites had never been more protected. We gained Tanto armors of similar composition as a gift, one to be used in the new anti-belligerency branch that would significantly lessen the threat of internal human nationalists as well as anti-human-league movements. We were rebuilding our lives, our culture, our feelings of safety... when hell came.

Like a horrific replay, many of our tools proved fruitless; sensors, drones, and milk carbon most of all. However, augmentations like cloaking, shields and later subdermal threads kept us in the fight. We lost the first battle for the Green City, but there's a reason we haven't yet lost the war. The hellspawn killed us in the millions, then tens, the hundreds of millions. The first billion threshold hurt, but we kept fighting on. Every loose screw was tightened ten-fold and every inch of the miles they took were payed in blood. Uniting all of Sol against a common enemy made all of our other conflicts small in comparison, and what belligerencies remained, ASAB and its pioneers held well. Reacting and adapting kept us going. Our allies gave us help where they could and our free agents sought to find any more allies or any more boons to win it for us.

Then... the year of hell. Our armorsmiths and dronesmiths ripped from life. Just \*snap\* like that. Our breadbox buckled. Our borders wavered. No matter how high our guard, fists don't block bullets. The regime change was hard on everyone. But our phoenix was bright and fiery and strong. We were the nation that toppled empire, that survived the scourge, that survived the Communion's test, that beat the misguided anti-human league and at least a dozen insurrections. We are Sol! We will be the spark that frees this galaxy and until that justice, this galaxy will know no peace from our grit, no peace from our devotion, no peace from our unwavering standard: We will buckle, but our enemies will always break! ["Solfire" chants.] The Infernal Jihad, the great improvement, touched all walks of life. It's no wonder that Sol reborn would touch an armorers work. The ironic adoption of the crusader pattern armor would show the history minded human belligerents that the strongest soldiers of their crusades against us are weak, pitiful, attempts to meet Sol's standard. The Retooled Kaffiyehs and [african equivalent] allow us to use wraps as omni-protective armor as well as tendrils of the vines needed for longterm cloaking. Battle-Angels show the demons of the hellspawn that the skies are no longer their sole domain. retooled Ancillas break their fog and weather their weapons. Microfusion makes our shields the best the galaxy has ever seen and our best armor, our network of allies, holds the line whereever these tools falter. So let them come. They'll break like all the rest.