Now, after some figures, a tank, a ton of thoughts and storietelling to friends, I think, I should bring something on paper. Even if it is virtual.

Tyrea is a Macropole world, its enormous cities sorrounded by salt deserts. One of these cities is Zika which became Honoris after the big 'battle'.


Zika was for the most part industrially. Its most important export-good was oil and Prometheum which fields lay at the base of Gillard's mountain. Enormous Pipelines stretch through the north of the marcopole. But that what Zika and the organization of the whole world makes unique was their military care. Zika and another macropole produced weapons and armors, two others on the planet tanks and other military vehicles, using most part Mars- and Urdesh-Pattern-Schemes.
Organized like that, an enemy wouldn't be able to control every part of the tyrean defence- production. But, at the other side, that was their weak: If one macropole falls, the other ones can't get any support of it anymore. A risk, Oberst Craven was willing to get.

On the social side, the most-favourite sport was the Bike-war. Ofiicial races were on the big salt deserts, teams against teams in dangerous roads, more dangerous salt terrains and even in big caves. The inofficial ones were even more dangerous; gangers used their bikes in races throught old, forgotten streets, using chains and clubs as weapons to 'choice-out' other teams. After the war had begun, these gangers were one of the most agressive irregular platoons, bringing the fight to the surprised enemy, firing with autopistols and -guns, their chains and the rage of underpressed people!

The war itself: A warp storm surprised the Miralia-system, which involved Tyrea as one of thee planets where living was possible. Rising between them was almost impossible and with the storm, the chaos renegates came.

At First, Morinda Primus falled. Reacting to slow, the Imperial spaceships were an easy prey for the tremedous enemies. It tooks less than one day to burn the coldest Planet of the System in unholy fire.

Tyrea itself had to defend itself against hordes of cultists and unholy warp-creatures on their own ground. They wanted the Planet. Their planet.

Zika and Gillard's Gift were the macropoles where the hammer falls. Gillard's Gift was overrunned, burned and offered to the dark gods, stone by stone, until nothing more than man-high ruins were visible. Nothing and noone survived.
But Zika standed. Craven was a smart and intelligent, far-seeing commander, and his battleplans were the key to beware the macropole.

More comes if i come back from work!