Excerpt from a lecture presented by Group Captain C. S. Kriechbaum at the fifty-ninth Fleet Review of the League of Nations
Three centuries have passed since the defeat of the American irregulars and their Separatist co-belligerents at the Battle of Pavonis Mons by international forces of the First Coalition under the flag of the First Commodore. But the nominal end of the Great War simply marked the beginning of a bloody new chapter in the Red Planet's recent history. The hard won victory of the League of Nations must be regarded as a pyrrhic one at best. Both the military and civilian launch facilities at Utopia Planitia were razed to the ground by Separatist raiders during the Eastern Campaign, and the secondary launch sites scattered throughout the former American and Soviet administrative zones were deliberately destroyed by retreating Separatist forces during their withdrawal to the mountain outposts of Tharsis in the concluding stages of the war. The sabotage of the Phobos communications relay array by Separatist sympathizers seven years earlier was the last measure ensuring the total isolation of the nations of Mars from the rest of mankind for these past three centuries.
We can only speculate as to how the Great War unfolded on Earth and Luna by sifting through the handful of fragmentary communications transcripts received prior to the destruction of the Phobos Array. What little we know gives us scant hope. The intentional demolition and scuttling of American and Soviet orbital outposts in the second year of the war ringed the Earth with a vast orbital debris field that will undoubtedly restrict planetary launches and re-entries for centuries to come.
Encrypted American military transmissions of Lunar origin intercepted and partially decoded during the second year of the war suggest the mass mobilization of the atomic arsenals of Earth around that time. This hypothesis is supported by surviving data tapes recovered from the wreck of a defunct orbital observatory unearthed in the Hellas Basin a century ago. The fragmentary photographic stills of the Earth's Western Hemisphere depict atmospheric activity consistent with pre-war data models of the immediate aftermath of a large scale atomic exchange.
The survival of the Lunar population appears equally unlikely when considered in light of pre-war accounts of the Lunar infrastructure's lack of self-sufficiency and its dependence on regular resupply launches for even the most mundane of necessities.
Thus it is highly possible that the nations of Mars comprise the last few farflung remnants of the human race. That is not to say the peoples of Mars have survived unscathed. Excluding the military and civilian casualties directly attributed to the Great War, it is likely that hundreds of thousands across the globe have died in the immediate post-war era. The food, water, and energy shortages caused by the wartime disruption of polar resupply convoys and the destruction of the orbital photovoltaic arrays undoubtedly account for at least sixty percent of the era's death toll through exposure, asphyxiation, hypothermia, famine, and starvation alone. Scattered outbreaks of Red Lung and Chinese Flu exploded into regional epidemics that claimed another third of post-war deaths as a result of the unsanitary living conditions created by habitats and settlements overcrowded with starving refugees.
The remaining ten percent of deaths in the period can be tied to the Wars of Dissolution that marked the fragmentation of the First Coalition and the near collapse of the League of Nations. In the subsequent power vacuum, new nations were born of the scattered bases, settlements, and outposts that dotted the post-war globe, and the sands ran red with the blood of patriots and martyrs. Even as the delicate infrastructure of the old world burned and collapsed around us, empires and alliances rose from the Martian wastes to bicker and clash over the simmering, blackened ruins. After two centuries of continuous conflict, the nations, tribes, and states of the new world, exhausted by war, settled into an uneasy peace and struggled to consolidate, rebuild, and retain their hard won gains. So it was for another century, as a reforged League of Nations stood poised to stand once more at the helm of humanity.
But that age is now at an end, for we stand at a precipice. A new Great War looms on the darkened horizon. The nations of this arid globe are too many, the dwindling resources of this world too few. The most conservative predictions give half a century at best before stocks of irreplaceable pre-war materiel and resources are exhausted, condemning ninety eight percent of the Martian population to death by either asphyxiation, starvation, or exposure. Our only hope for continued survival lies in the scattered wrecks and abandoned installations buried deep in the remote desert wastes. Within their derelict hulls and shattered geodesic domes reside the treasures of the old world and the salvation of the new.
It is for this we fight. It is for this we die. To unify the scattered nations of this dying planet beneath a single banner and ensure the survival of its peoples, we shall give our all.
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This is a new project I'm working on. Basically I took a long break from the board and decided to take an indefinite hiatus from the writing-heavy story I was doing before. However, I did have some old unused ideas that I wished to turn into something that wouldn't involve too much writing, so I decided to put together this thing. Hopefully by the time I'm finished, it will be a worthy successor to the "Scarlet Sands of Mars" short stories series I wrote a long time ago, but for now, it's just going to be mostly world building as I flesh out the various nations and factions of this setting through illustrations accompanied by short descriptive passages.
Maybe some day I'll write a narrative story set in this setting, but chances are it will probably fall by the wayside, as I'd rather try to finish my Damsels and Dirigibles story if I ever get back into the writing mood.
Anyway, I've already finished the first illustration, but I'm still mucking about with the descriptive passage, so you can expect that soon.
Three centuries have passed since the defeat of the American irregulars and their Separatist co-belligerents at the Battle of Pavonis Mons by international forces of the First Coalition under the flag of the First Commodore. But the nominal end of the Great War simply marked the beginning of a bloody new chapter in the Red Planet's recent history. The hard won victory of the League of Nations must be regarded as a pyrrhic one at best. Both the military and civilian launch facilities at Utopia Planitia were razed to the ground by Separatist raiders during the Eastern Campaign, and the secondary launch sites scattered throughout the former American and Soviet administrative zones were deliberately destroyed by retreating Separatist forces during their withdrawal to the mountain outposts of Tharsis in the concluding stages of the war. The sabotage of the Phobos communications relay array by Separatist sympathizers seven years earlier was the last measure ensuring the total isolation of the nations of Mars from the rest of mankind for these past three centuries.
We can only speculate as to how the Great War unfolded on Earth and Luna by sifting through the handful of fragmentary communications transcripts received prior to the destruction of the Phobos Array. What little we know gives us scant hope. The intentional demolition and scuttling of American and Soviet orbital outposts in the second year of the war ringed the Earth with a vast orbital debris field that will undoubtedly restrict planetary launches and re-entries for centuries to come.
Encrypted American military transmissions of Lunar origin intercepted and partially decoded during the second year of the war suggest the mass mobilization of the atomic arsenals of Earth around that time. This hypothesis is supported by surviving data tapes recovered from the wreck of a defunct orbital observatory unearthed in the Hellas Basin a century ago. The fragmentary photographic stills of the Earth's Western Hemisphere depict atmospheric activity consistent with pre-war data models of the immediate aftermath of a large scale atomic exchange.
The survival of the Lunar population appears equally unlikely when considered in light of pre-war accounts of the Lunar infrastructure's lack of self-sufficiency and its dependence on regular resupply launches for even the most mundane of necessities.
Thus it is highly possible that the nations of Mars comprise the last few farflung remnants of the human race. That is not to say the peoples of Mars have survived unscathed. Excluding the military and civilian casualties directly attributed to the Great War, it is likely that hundreds of thousands across the globe have died in the immediate post-war era. The food, water, and energy shortages caused by the wartime disruption of polar resupply convoys and the destruction of the orbital photovoltaic arrays undoubtedly account for at least sixty percent of the era's death toll through exposure, asphyxiation, hypothermia, famine, and starvation alone. Scattered outbreaks of Red Lung and Chinese Flu exploded into regional epidemics that claimed another third of post-war deaths as a result of the unsanitary living conditions created by habitats and settlements overcrowded with starving refugees.
The remaining ten percent of deaths in the period can be tied to the Wars of Dissolution that marked the fragmentation of the First Coalition and the near collapse of the League of Nations. In the subsequent power vacuum, new nations were born of the scattered bases, settlements, and outposts that dotted the post-war globe, and the sands ran red with the blood of patriots and martyrs. Even as the delicate infrastructure of the old world burned and collapsed around us, empires and alliances rose from the Martian wastes to bicker and clash over the simmering, blackened ruins. After two centuries of continuous conflict, the nations, tribes, and states of the new world, exhausted by war, settled into an uneasy peace and struggled to consolidate, rebuild, and retain their hard won gains. So it was for another century, as a reforged League of Nations stood poised to stand once more at the helm of humanity.
But that age is now at an end, for we stand at a precipice. A new Great War looms on the darkened horizon. The nations of this arid globe are too many, the dwindling resources of this world too few. The most conservative predictions give half a century at best before stocks of irreplaceable pre-war materiel and resources are exhausted, condemning ninety eight percent of the Martian population to death by either asphyxiation, starvation, or exposure. Our only hope for continued survival lies in the scattered wrecks and abandoned installations buried deep in the remote desert wastes. Within their derelict hulls and shattered geodesic domes reside the treasures of the old world and the salvation of the new.
It is for this we fight. It is for this we die. To unify the scattered nations of this dying planet beneath a single banner and ensure the survival of its peoples, we shall give our all.
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This is a new project I'm working on. Basically I took a long break from the board and decided to take an indefinite hiatus from the writing-heavy story I was doing before. However, I did have some old unused ideas that I wished to turn into something that wouldn't involve too much writing, so I decided to put together this thing. Hopefully by the time I'm finished, it will be a worthy successor to the "Scarlet Sands of Mars" short stories series I wrote a long time ago, but for now, it's just going to be mostly world building as I flesh out the various nations and factions of this setting through illustrations accompanied by short descriptive passages.
Maybe some day I'll write a narrative story set in this setting, but chances are it will probably fall by the wayside, as I'd rather try to finish my Damsels and Dirigibles story if I ever get back into the writing mood.
Anyway, I've already finished the first illustration, but I'm still mucking about with the descriptive passage, so you can expect that soon.