The Vykkians were more than willing to sign a hastily drafted pact of mutual defence and economic aid at the somewhat favourable terms which the SAS team had offered. The newly encountered alien race saw the advantage they could wrest from these relatively primitive newcomers. The humans were desperate and clearly running out of time, the special operations troops which had made first contact were not diplomats and they had very little clue that the Vykkians had plans of their own for these newcomers to the interstellar stage.

The Vykkians had technology even more advanced than the Monosians, including weapons and ships that far outmatched Earth’s attackers. It was this that the first contact team was shown; the antimatter reactors, the FTL drive cores, the powerful particle cannon and flechette rifles. What they were not shown was the full extent of the Vykkians’ weakness. The Monosians had them outnumbered over twenty to one, and the industrial and scientific disadvantages those numbers implied meant that the Monosians were slowly closing the gap. A cultural taboo against cloning and robotics only exacerbated the problem and the the long Vykkian gestation period gave them a biological aversion to heavy losses on the battlefield. The Vykkians desperately needed allies to offset the Monosian advantages and to press home their own. When the Vykkians made contact with humans, they gained something better than allies, a desperate, violent and fast-breeding race which needed aid at any cost, in short; cannon fodder.

To the Vykkians, it was an opportunity too wonderful to pass up.

A hastily mustered Vykkian fleet was on their way to Earth within a week. The Monosian forces in orbit were caught completely by surprise. Eight long years of war, occupation, mutual atrocity and endless turmoil were ended in a salvo of missiles and a twenty minute exchange of railgun fire. The Vykkians took losses, but the prospect of never having to risk a Vykkian life in combat again allowed them to swallow their own deaths and keep fighting. A quick orbital bombardment cleared the Earth’s surface of all alien ground forces. The massive human collateral damage was accepted and quickly forgotten; humanity’s priorities had changed. The Earth was at war, and it would seem that any cost was acceptable if it meant the destruction of the Monosian empire. On Pri Vykk’yos, the circle of cognitors – the political and military strategists which ran the Vykkian polity – saw this and nodded sagely.

Over the next thirty years, Earth, or Terra, as it popularly became known, changed. With Vykkian aid, the cities were rebuilt, a massive series of orbital facilities were constructed, and alien technology was incorporated into every day life. Terrans lived more spartan lives than their ancestors, and papered over any schisms in political environment. The Equipped with Vykkian FTL drives, the children of Terra spread out to the stars, finding world after world, sterilized by Monosian aggression and paranoia. These worlds were terraformed and colonized, creating a small group of heavily developed, industrially powerful systems around Terra known as the “Core Worlds”.

Behind the rebuilding of Terrestrial civilization, the colonization of alien worlds and the outward political unification of the entire Terran species, there sat one motivation; vengeance. The few movements which opposed retribution were vilified as Monosian collaborators and almost always met gruesome and violent ends at the hands of the general population, by whom they were completely unmourned. In orbit above Terra, massive vessels of war were assembled. The Vykkians, so supremely confident in their own technological and political superiority, sent convoy after convoy of weapons and technology, expecting the hairless apes to slavishly install them on their ships. Instead, it seemed that somebody in the highest reaches of the terran government was smart enough to realize the Vykkians’ plans for humanity. So, in the thirty years after the Monosian invasion, humanity secretly began to reverse-engineer Vykkian technology, until the weapons being installed on Terran ships were not Vykkian imports, but secretly developed Terran variants.

After years of preparation, the time had finally come. The Terran force, now numbering well over two hundred ships and christened “The Retribution Fleet” departed Terran orbit for the jump co-ordinates of the route to the Monosian home worlds. The Vykkians had, of course, plans of their own. They withheld direct support and gave the Terrans a course which intentionally ran them through every single heavily defended Monosian fortress system. The plan was to gauge the ability of the Terran war machine. It was intended that the Terrans would score a few initial victories. Without knowledge of how to maintain their Vykkian equipment, they would eventually be attrited in a series of hard-fought fortress assaults before finally being too weak to continue, burning out in a blaze of glory which would perpetuate a cycle of offensive and counter-offensive until both the Terrans and the Monosians were completely wiped out or too worn out to offer any serious resistance to Vykkian infiltration and annexation.

Unfortunately for the cognitors of Pri Vykk’yos, they had once again underestimated their erstwhile allies. The Retribution fleet did suffer losses, but not at the expected rate, and the secretly trained Terran FTL technicians and Antimatter Reactor crews were able to keep their equipment running far past the point when the Vykkians expected them to break down. Still, they remained confident that the Terran offensive would burn out any moment. It was only when the Retribution fleet finally entered the Monosian home system that the Vykkians realized that they had miscalculated.

From then on, things only got worse for the Vykkians. They had sorely underestimated the proficiency and sheer brutality of their Terran pawns, who threw wave after wave of cheap, one-man strike craft into the teeth of the Monosian defences, sacrificing thousands upon thousands of lives in a manner that the Vykkians would have found unthinkable. Finally, as the Monosian walls of point defence fire finally slackened and crumbled away, the Terrans deployed their ace-in-the-hole; a gravity inversion device, a weapon which, as a Vykkian cognitor would later state “could have only come from the twisted and bloodthirsty mind of a Terran.” As the GID accellerated to near light-speed, it gained near infinite mass, and as it sucked in Monosia’s primary and close orbiting planets, it became a micro singularity for just long enough to destroy everything within a 150 AU radius. The Retribution fleet had long-since departed, but as the blue glowing point of Monosia winked out from behind them, they knew that retribution had been delivered.

The Vykkians could only look on in horror. What had begun as a test of character and a calculated gesture of manipulation had ended in xenocide. As the Vykkians scrambled to adapt to the sudden destruction of their centuries-long nemesis, the Retribution Fleet returned home and Terra began searching for new enemies. The circle of cognitors, once so confident in their abilities, now maneuvered desperately to avoid becoming humanity’s next target. In the end, the Terran-Vykkian alliance remained intact, but from then on, it would be the children of Terra who wore the trousers.

In December 2048, large portions of the Earth’s orbital infrastructure suddenly went dark. Entire communications networks and massive sections of the internet went offline. While the governments of the world scrambled to identify and repair the cause of the widespread damage, several multi-megatonne range explosions rocked the American eastern seaboard and the length of western Europe, centred around major population centres. 900 million people were killed in an instant, and nearly two billion more would die within the next few months from the sudden decapitation of their local governments and the heavy damage done to the world wide infrastructure. Of course, by then, that would be the least of humanity’s problems

What the remnants of the Earth’s governments soon figured out was that the source of the explosions came from high orbit. As cosmic phenomena were ruled out one by one, the human race eventually came to one horrifying conclusion; they were under attack by a determined, powerful and infinitely more advanced foe. No sooner had this been realized had these attackers begun transmitting demands for surrender. Originating from a world which translated to English as “Monosia Prime”, the extraterrestrial fleet in orbit backed up their demands by landing troops; legions of robotic kill-drones set down at the centre points of the orbital bombardments. These metallic shock troops began immediately exterminating any life that remained, setting up infrastructure for mineral extraction and what was sure to be a prolonged occupation following a bloody, but short campaign of pacification.

Unfortunately, humanity did not give up as expected. The Monosians had underestimated the proficiency and numbers of the human race’s armed forces. While a Monosian kill-drone was practically immune to lower calibres of bullets and resistant to heavier rounds, a burst from a 20mm autocannon still shredded it to pieces. The Monosian advance was unstoppable and region by region became “pacified” of native life, but concerted and increasingly proficient efforts by the human nations’ dwindling militaries slowed the progress of their invasion. A campaign which was supposed to end after six local weeks dragged on for eight long and bloody years. Human controlled territory continued to dwindle, but the pace of the Monosian advance ground to a near halt as the remnants of Earth’s armies fortified the last enclave of human resistance around Hong Kong. Within multiple layers of fixed defences and behind every single trained human soldier still alive, the leaders of free humanity concocted a desperate plan which would become humanity’s only hope.

Earth had not been the first world the Monosians had tried to conquer. The fragments of data recovered from salvaged Monosian military hardware revealed that their extraterrestrial enemies had foes of their own, with whom they were locked in a long-simmering cold war. Earth was just the latest pawn in this interstellar struggle. It was just their luck that humanity had happened to be advanced and tenacious enough to upset the entire balance of power in their favour.

In June 2056, a small SAS strike team was shuttled into orbit. Working in specially armoured space suits, the team breached the hull of an automated Monosian supply transport, evaded the pickets of the invasion fleet and hacked the navigational computer. Setting a course for territory marked on the alien computer as “hostile”, the strike team was able to make contact with a second alien race, originating from a world which they called Pri Vykk’yos. These “Vykkians” were the enemy which the Monosians had faced off against for centuries, hobbled by their physically weak forms and slow population growth. The day they met the fast-breeding, versatile and viciously militaristic humans, the interstellar scene changed forever.

In case any of you were wondering about the current status of SpaceCat Studios, this is a status update on what we’ve been doing, how we’ve been doing and what we plan on doing. So far, everything’s been altogether good, but I’d like to go into a bit more detail about a few things.

Master of Fortresses has been picked up by a sponsor for a rather substantial sum of money. At the moment, we are working out the branding details with the sponsors themselves. You can probably expect Master of Fortresses to become publicly available in about a week or two. We’ll keep you updated with any new developments as they happen. We’ll also throw up an update when the game becomes publicly available.

Fire Control is moving along, albeit slowly. Much of the art is done, but both Chris and I are currently busy with what most people would probably consider more important commitments (I have exams and term papers coming up). The basic game mechanics are in, but we’re in that awkward stage in between when a game ‘s foundation is laid and the point where it actually became fun. When MoF got to that stage, both Chris and I effectively stopped working on it for months, and I really don’t want to repeat THAT experience.

In the meantime, we’ve got more ideas buzzing around for future consideration. Seeing as I’ll still have quite a bit of free time in between the end of summer courses and the beginning of fall semester, that’s fine with me. We’re definitely thinking of making a game with simple controls and a gameplay concept which is arguably much simpler than Fire Control’s. We’ll keep you updated if anything substantial comes of it.

Welcome to the SpaceCat Studios development blog. This is the first post in our devblog, seeing as we’ve just moved in to the new site and are still wiggling our metaphorical fingers to make sure everything works.  Expect actual news and updates to arrive soon.

Also, props to FM Scan Radio for modifying the layout for us.