Hells Bells

Space War and Arragonian Oil.

Originally written in 2022

August 20, 2025. Human Federation. Sector 89, Tryillern Galaxy.

An Omerian fleet docks at the neutral fueling port. The fleet is a remnant of the once proud Omerian Imperial Navy, the civil war has taken a massive toll on their forces. They escaped Imperium Space for a bit of a respite from combat, though the 3rd Omerian War is over, the 4th Omerian Civil War has picked up the pace. The republic has become more and more unstable since its foundation. The Imperium on the other hand has gained more and more strength and massive gains in territory, but even so the Imperium is in its death rows too. The king's dead and a no name spoiled prince is leading, with almost all armed forces experiencing massive amounts of desertion. The captains of each ship know this, they have taken the precaution to it as well, in case of a full breakdown everyone goes home to defend their families. The admiral stares out down at the planet below, its storms raging on in the methane clouds. 

He breathes a sigh of relief feeling a massive weight lifting off his heart, at the thought of the Imperium falling apart with him going home to his family. That feeling is then replaced with dread when a federation fleet jumps in surrounding them. A radio call of surrender is sent from the Omerians, but the Human fleet fires anyway. The fueling station is destroyed along with the ships docked, while the ships on guard get picked off one by one. The capital ships of Omar wheel their main cannons, located on the underside of the ship, firing. 2 federation warships exploded, while 4 others sustained heavy damage. The ships exchange salvo after salvo, the Admiral is concerned at the sight of no federation carriers in the enemy fleet. A happy realization dawns on him, it's a planetary governor's private fleet. 

He orders all remaining ships to target all capital ships. More salvos are exchanged, and the governor's fleet retreats from the battlefield. Celebration is cut short when an actual Human Federation fleet jumps in, twice the size of the private defense fleet they fought earlier. The Omerians pray and bless their decedents as they wait for devastation. To their surprise the federation fleet orders for a surrender, which the admiral happily does so. The governor who ordered the attack on a neutral port is executed for treason and his fleet is sent to auction to raise money for a new port, as the Tryillern Galaxy is a newly acquired territory, the Human Federation won't spend money on it until it's fully incorporated. 

The Omerian fleet is disarmed, barring a few newly added anti piracy weapons, painted in merchant colors, and sent back home. The deterioration of the Omar Republic and Omar Imperium causes neighboring countries, The Terrance Republic, Human Federation, Celtic Empire, and the Univan Kingdom. To send fleets on standby incase needed.

The otherworldly Americans begin to eye the conflict closely with their ships being sighted more and more often, with even slight skirmishes happening near their occupied worlds as Omar ships of both sides get ambushed as they skirt through the systems of those worlds. Even more concerning is the increased sightings of their battleships, Planet destroyers, on the fringes of Omar space. Any calls to their embassy on the Human Federations Earth, is met with the same response.

"resources are gone"

After sometime multiple of their worlds were destroyed and any outpost they had abandoned and burned. The only clue their still in the dimension is their embassy and the occasional warships guarding the debris fields of their destroyed worlds as their crude bulky mining drones scour it. 

So coupled with Omar's collapsed the galactic countries in the dimension are on a fine edge of paranoia and panic on what the next move is.

Gods Dimension. Arragon Republic. 5 Miles From Kurzen.

The workers dig through the earth uncovering the elaborate labyrinth entrance. The main dungeon is too far down to dig to, so all they can do is make it more accessible and clear collapsed paths. The dwarves, a part of the team, start to dive deep and reinforce the old supports in the lower levels. Federal troops patrol the perimeter and overlook the progress of the excavation. Oil workers drill alongside the excavating machines, many pockets have been found and oil pumps or towers have been built, but not activated yet. The day progresses like normal, when it comes to an end an order from the top comes down to turn on the pumps and towers furthest from the dig site. The oil workers gather around the first oil tower, with cheers erupting when black smoke starts to billow into the sky. 5 out of the estimated 56 pumps are activated in the newly called black gold plains. Work now begins on the pipeline to pump the oil to Kurzen, usually tankers would haul the tar through the waterways of the Republic, but the plains are situated in a area were developing a roadway to nearby canal port refinery would be more expensive than a pipeline strait to the Kurzen refineries. So just as they built the railroad to the west improvisation is key to it's completion.