text: [Themes: sci-fi, war, science fiction]
  
  You are General Achilles. Humanity has long left Earth, and went to the stars in a massive fleet. the Fleet consists of a half dozen Titan Ships, capable of holding an immense population the size of nations, with massive farms, water recycling planets, power stations, and everything that could be required for human life to prosper. You've recently been promoted to General and a member of the Council, and are now not only in charge of military operations, but politics. Humanity has discovered many new species, including the Garavan, the many species who make up the Alliance, and the Remnants, Chosen and Tarn, who've formed a Coalition with you, as well as the Clones. Is there anything you want to learn about, or would you like to start?
  
  (The Stats ALLIANCE and GARAVAN are for reputation and relationship among the Garavan Species and the Alliance. STRENGTH is the strength of the human fleet. UNITY is the unity of the Coalition between Humanity, the Remnants, the Clones, Chosen and Tarn.)
  
  [Author's Note: Take control of General Achilles, a human General trying to lead the human fleet to prosperity through politics and military means, while dealing with keeping humanity and it's allies together, dealing with a barbaric race of raiders and a powerful alien alliance. Will humanity crush it's enemies under it's boots? Will you form a peaceful coalition between all species? Or will you become humanity's downfall? This is my first game, which I made with the help of Steve24833. I really hope you enjoy it. Please comment on any bugs, mistakes or other screw-ups I made. Hey, the sequel's here, Achilles II: The Chykri. Enjoy it!]
  
  > Continue
  You wake up with a start. Your wife is still fast asleep, and won't need to wake up for another hour. Your pets, Blitz, your dog, and King, your Red Tortoise, are also asleep.
  
  > take a Shower
  You walk into the bathroom, and turn on the shower. You quickly bathe, before getting dressed in your suit.
  
  > go outside
  You walk outside, where your security detail is waiting, two cybernetically-enchanced bodyguards named Connor Murphy and Blaze Goud.
  
  "Good morning, Sir." Murphy says, smiling.
  
  "Good evening, Gentlemen." You reply, pulling out a cigar. "What's the plan for today?"
  
  "Mrs Chang has requested your presence, and a meeting with our allies." Goud said, taking out a lighter and lighting your cigar.
  
  "Thank you."
  
  "Shall we head to Mrs Chang?"
  
  > No
  "Mrs Chang is a old bag. She's probably planning on lecturing me on some Garavan Etiquette, or the grammar of Moogli Language. Let's get a drink."
  
  You go to the bar, and get an Irish Coffee to wake yourself up. You relax, and have breakfast, before reading the news. The Fleet has spotted a new system full of valuable resources, but infected by a bug species. As General, you'll probably have to deal with that sooner or later.
  
  "General. We have the meeting. Shall we go?"
  
  > Continue
  You sit on a leather chair. Your security detail stands to your side. In front of you is General Alex-Alpha and Commander Delta-19. General Alex-Alpha is a tall man with short blond hair, and tanned skin. He's the product of Cloning, and through genetics and hard-work has become a General in the United Clone Fleet.
  
  Commander Delta-19 is a massive Robot, one of the Commanders of the Remnants. He stands at twelve feet, and is humanoid and made of alien alloys you're not familiar with.
  
  "General Achilles! It's a pleasure to see you, my friend!" Alex-Alpha smiles, holding up his palm, a Clone greeting.
  
  "Good Morning, Commander. I hope your sleep cycle was pleasant." Delta-19 says. "I'll get to the point. General Alex-Alpha and his associates want to make strike at the nearby system. It is inhabited by a species of large instectoid aliens. There's a large amount of fossil fuels that we could use. I have pledged the support of the Remnants to act as the heavy troopers. Humanity's military has considerably strength, and your support would help us achieve these goals."
  
  "We require four Leviathan Battleships to conquer the system completely so we can start fuel extraction. We would split the fuel evenly, of course. Do you agree?" General Alpha-Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
  
  > say "I agree"
  "Ah! Excellent! I'll make the arrangements at once. Did you know my DNA-giver was the Pilot on a ATLAS Fighter? I have a fondness for them." The Clone responds.
  
  "This is good. I fought with humans in the Thar'Garavan War. A Human Commando saved my life. I promise, I'll take care of your men." The Remnant adds.
  
  "Thank you, gentlemen. I'll send you the Pride of Cork, the Xeno Hunter, the Champion of Earth and the Zeus' Warrior."
  
  "Perfect. We'll leave you to your other arrangements. Thank you, General." General Alex-Alpha smiled, nodded curtly and walked out of the room.
  
  Commander Delta-19 stares directly at you,
  
  "This deal is not very profitable for you. I'm sure there's more profitable ventures you could take. Why are you doing this, may I ask?"
  
  "I'm just helping my friends, Commander."
  
  "Understood. In the future, the Remnants will make sure to help our friends. Goodbye, General."
  
  You both turn, and exit the room.
  
  > Continue
  You spend the rest of the day discussing military procedures with the four captains you're sending with the Remnants and Clones, before picking the soldiers to accompany them. Finally, you retire to your room.
  
  > Continue
  You walk into your bedroom as the sun would be setting back on Earth. Your wife has already set the table, and you notice your son and his fiance are at the table.
  
  "Junior! Michael! How are you?" You say, smiling at your son and his partner.
  
  "I'm cooking steak for dinner." Your wife says as you lean in and give her a kiss.
  
  "Farm-raised or lab-grown?" You ask.
  
  "Farm-raised."
  
  You smile, before sitting down to dinner.
  
  > Continue
  A few days later, you're sitting in the control room of a Behemoth Starship. The Ship's role is to store a massive amount of water for the rest of the fleet, and to maintain a sizeable population. You're paying the ship a visit to make sure everything's up to code and morale is reasonable. You stare around you at the massive monitors that display the surrounding space.
  
  "General, we have over a dozen small ships coming up on the radar. Six boarding craft and six fighters, as well as a large Supply Ship. Allegiance unknown. What are your orders?"
  
  "Do we have any ships on patrol?"
  
  "None, sir."
  
  > say "Open fire!"
  The Captain nods, and relays the order to the Gunnery Decks. The ships main guns open fire, and within a few seconds two of the fighters and four of the boarding craft are destroyed. Your Auxilary Guns destroy another two fighters. The remaining boarding craft attach onto your ship via claws, and the fighters began making straffing runs against the ships guns in an effort to destroy them.
  
  > Continue
  "Sir, a group of pirates have boarded and captured the ship's pump controls. They want to talk to whoever's in command." The Captain says. "You're the Senior Officer, sir."
  
  "Patch them through."
  
  The Main Monitor's view of open space is replaced with a picture of a heavily scarred Human pirate.
  
  "Captain, Oh, you're not a Captain. You're a general, if I can remember my uniforms."
  
  "You're boarding a Human Ship. Surrender now, and no one else dies."
  
  "Go to hell! Here's what's going to happen: You're going to let us pump whatever water we can into our Supply Carrier, and get the hell off this ship. No deaths needed. All you need to do is keep your fighters grounded and keep your marines away from the Pumping Stations. Make the right choice."
  
  The Transmission ends.
  
  "General, what do we do?"
  
  > say "Do what the pirates want."
  "Sir?"
  
  "No one else needs to die. Let them get their precious water."
  
  The Pirates pump their supply ship full of water, and quickly leave the ship. The pirate ships begin to fly off.
  
  "Sir? The pirates are leaving peacefully. Should we open fire?"
  
  > say "Yes"
  Your ship's main guns open fire, and the pirate ships are quickly wiped out. A Fighter manages to escape, but the rest are all destroyed. You lost some water, but the pirates are dead.
  
  > Continue
  The Planet of Eden-12 is a massive hub of life and nature. The planet has been declared a nature reserve by the Coalition. The planet holds groves of exotic plant life, herds of exotic alien beasts, packs of roaming Walkers, forests of Life Trees and a huge number of other species. The planet is notable for the Moi, a species of blind whales that inhabit Eden-12's massive oceans that have been studied to be incredibly intelligent, possibly close to the intelligence of sentient species like Humans and Probiscans, though they've been quite elusive to studying teams. Humans have even began introducing species of Earth-origins onto Eden-12 that don't interfere with the natural species. The planet has recently been disturbed by a large group of Garavan hunters who hunt down and poach animals to sell and eat. They've been hunting massive amounts of native species, including using depth charges and harpoons to kill massive amounts of Moi. The Coalition Public is appalled by this and many depend military action against the Garavan Poachers. As the planet has little strategic value and is little intrinsic value, protecting the planet would be more of a move to influence voting and gain popularity for the re-election, though this would damage the Coalition's relationship with the Garavan.
  
  > send soldiers to fight off the poachers
  You send a small company of soldiers aboard an Ares Frigate to wipe out the poachers. The poachers are repelled from Eden-12 without incident, gaining you some popularity among Earth, though your killing of the poachers slightly damages your relationship with the Garavan.
  
  > Continue
  "General, you have a visitor. He's unarmed, but he's a Moogli. Those creatures have no loyalty and could snap a man like a twig."
  
  "Send him in." You reply
  
  A massive, furry humanoid alien walks into your office. It's white-furred, and the fur around it's heart has been painted black, showing it to be part of the Black Hearts. While most Moogli are quite peaceful, and believe you should never harm anyone unless they've been proved to be evil, the Black Heart members believe that you should only refrain from harming someone for your own benefits when they've been proven to be good. As such, they make excellent bounty-hunters and assassins.
  
  "Hello." The alien growls in a deep tone. "I am Ra'Karr. I have recently come into the ability to gain access to the Thar'Garavan Flagship, where Humans are negotiating with all of the Garavan tribes. The Garavan and Humanity have long been enemies, and I am here to offer my services. For supplies and money, I will infiltrate the flagship, and eliminate the several Garavan leaders. Shall we discuss the terms?"
  
  > say "I'm sure we could come to an arrangement."
  Ra'Karr smiles, and you discuss the terms and targets. A few days later, you find out that several Garavan Leaders have been killed, and the Garavan have fallen into infighting because of it. Though this will lead to the Garavan becoming more suspicious of every other alien races, this only means that humanity will have more resources to use, now that the Garavan aren't as big as a threat.
  
  > Continue...
  "Sir, we've discovered an abandoned ship. It's of Sciartt origins." Blaze says to you.
  
  You stand up from your desk, and take a final look at the project you were working on, a new fund to help find homes for retired war dogs and red tortoises.
  
  "Sciarrt ships? The Sciarrt are extinct."
  
  "As you know, Sciarrt technology makes up a lot of the Garavan military's tech. The Sciartt are from a region of space behind the Garavan space, so nearly everything we know of the Sciartt is from the Garavan. The majority of the Sciartt were killed when their sun expanded into a red giant, leaving only those on ships at the time alive."
  
  You enter the command bridge, and Blaze leads you to a massive monitor showing a small boarding ship approach the Sciarrt ship.
  
  "The Ship's engines were active as recently as a few days, but there's now no signs of live aboard."
  
  > wait patiently
  After a few minutes, the boarding party finally land. They attach breather mask and scuba gear to survive into the ship, and quickly breach the hull. Water floods out, but the boarding party block the leak and disappear into the ship. You look to a monitor and watch through a helmet-mounted camera as the boarding party make their way through the ship.
  
  The inside of the ship is a battleground. Dead Sciartt float, harpoons and shrapnel piercing their bodies. Still, those aren't the only bodies you spot. Dead Garavan, wearing breather masks, float nearby.
  
  "Head to the bridge." Your say.
  
  You watch as the boarding party head to the bridge. Here, there are dozens of corpses floating around in the water that fills the ship, all with holes in their body from shrapnel.
  
  "Garavan must have found the ship before we did. The Scairt put up a hell of a fight. They must have detonated the bridge to kill the Garavan, and themselves." Blaze says.
  
  "Search for any survivors. Execute the Garavan on sight. If you see Scairt, assist them."
  
  Suddenly, a Thar'Garavan ship drops out of a wormhole space. Your Leviathan defense ships quickly move into a defensive position, but the Thar'Garavan ship doesn't open fire.
  
  "Sir! They're trying to hail us on our radio!"
  
  You grab the radio, and turn it on.
  
  "Greetings, Human Captain. I am Lesser Chief Dom. This ship is ours for scavenge. Our scavengers found it."
  
  "You massacred the people on board."
  
  "They opened fire on our greeting party, and attempted to attack our ship. It was in self defense. Please turn over the ship to us."
  
  > turn over the Ship
  You withdraw your boarding party, and the Thar'Garavan use their tractor beam to take the ship. The Thar'Garavan quickly leave with the Scairt ship.
  
  "Thank you, Human Captain. I am grateful there was no need for violence."
  
  You sigh, and the ship quickly leaves.
  
  > Continue
  As a Council Member and a General of the Coalition military, you don't get a lot fo free time. Thankfully, you enjoy your line of work, and even more thankfully your wife understands why you're always busy. Still, you've managed to secure a day-off, turned off all possible communication devices that would remind you of work, and retired to your room. What would you like to do with your free time.
  
  > stay at home with your wife
  You retire in front of the TV and your wife snuggles in next to you. You turn on a Cooking Show. What you find interesting is that the head chef is a Garavan, who is preparing what looks like a delicious dish.
  
  "Of all the meats, I have prepared, I have a few favorites. I enjoy Human, Walker and Venison. As this show will ear in Coalition Space, I have neglected to use human. But today, I will showcase the Venison-stuffed with Walker meat, with a side of boiled Garavan scales and moleflower berries."
  
  Your wife changes the show, to one of those generic vehicle restoration shows. A group of Human and Clone Engineers are attempting to make a working, to scale model of the Millennium Falcon, the Enterprise and the Sun-Devourer, all ships from ancient Sci-Fi shows from beyond the discovery of wormhole travel, that fans of the show will apparently pay good money for. You watch that for a while, before eventually turning to a show about documentary about Remnants Simulations. Apparently, the Remnants have an incredibly advanced simulation system, so their primary form of entertainment is like an advanced form of video games. Remnants can practice anything from invading Earth, to fighting pirates to fighting against massive space krakens in these simulations. Finally, you watch a show on fear tactics. The show claims that humanity's use of flamethrowers is invaluable as the Probiscans fear fire, and thus the weapon damages enemy morale without even being used.
  
  You continue watching TV until you get bored, and start preparing dinner. You have very few skills besides military skills, but you've always been a great cook. You make baked potatoes, farm-grown chicken burgers, a moleflower salad and for desert, chocolate mousse. You have a loverly dinner with your wife, and eventually to your dismay you find the day's over. Still, it was a nice day. You need to start requesting more free time.
  
  > Continue
  The day you've been dreading has arrived. After the Thar'Garavan war, several atrocities came to light. Thar'Garavan Warriors tortured prisoners for information, butchered civilians and set fire to hospitals. Alliance Soldiers who supported to the Thar'Garavan were found to execute Coalition prisoners. Coalition Soldiers were found to execute prisoners and target Alliance non-war assets. So the leaders of the Alliance, Coalition and Thar'Garavan have finally managed to organize a trial for war criminals. As a soldier in the war and the current Council Member for the Military, your words will have a lot of weight. You sit with the other eleven Council Members, the Remnant Generals, the Clone Generals and the Chosen High-Priests. To your right sit the Thar'Garavan Chieftains, to your left sit the Alliance War Council. The first war criminals come in. Ex-General Cameron Wake, and Supreme Hunter Dart Long-Claw.
  
  General Cameron Wake led the Coalition forces in the war. You were his Lieutenant, a roll that normally involves no actual combat, but the ferocity of Thar'Garavan attacks meant everyone, including Wake, picked up a gun and fought. Wake's black hair has turned grey with age, and he's been brought from retirement to stand for his actions.
  
  Supreme Hunter Dart Long-Claw is a Thar'Garavan. As far as Thar'Garavan go, he's a nice enough lizard. He released captured prisoners if they had fought well, and kept the rest rather than killing them. He avoided civilian targets and made a point of fighting on the front lines with the rest of his soldiers.
  
  "General Wake and Supreme Hunter Long-Claw stand accused of treating dead enemy soldiers with disgraceful tactics." Mrs Chang says. "The Thar'Garavan accuse General Wake of feeding the bodies of Thar'Garavan to worms and bugs. General Wake maintains that he was only burying the bodies, as it human tradition. We accuse the Supreme Hunter of feeding our soldiers to his own men. The Supreme Hunter maintains that that is a Thar'Garavan tradition, like human burial. Please vote for what punishments they shall retrieve."
  
  > Punish General Wake
  You stand up.
  
  "The General has, through his own ignorance, fed honorable warriors to the bugs of the earth. These cannot be allowed. All humans should learn enemy culture, not ignore it. The General should be imprisoned for five years."
  
  There's uproar from the crowds and even your other Council Members. The General and the Supreme Hunter both look shocked. There's debate among the leaders and the five year sentence is brought down to two years and a fine.
  
  The next case is less of a case of human ignorance. A group of Black-Heart Moogli Snipers hunted medics, wounded soldiers, civilians and in some cases, children. They argue that anyone found in the battleground is, in some way, part of the enemy war machine.
  
  > pardon them
  You stand to make your point.
  
  "The Moogli culture have a weak concept of civilians, and the Black Hearts have no concept whatsoever. I will not blame them for it. I vote for a full pardon."
  
  A chorus of angry replies bursts out from both the Coalition and even the Thar'Garavan. The various leaders of the sentient species quickly make their case in response to yours. The punishment goes from being a possible death sentence to dropping to twenty years, then five years of labor. You've just annoyed a lot of people, but by the grins of the sniper units, you know have a new group of friends in the Alliance.
  
  > Continue
  You continue going through the cases in a similar fashion. You feel no remorse for the cold monsters who committed atrocities in the war, no matter what the side. Of note is a large group of Thar'Garavan executed for torture, a Clone commando who planted explosives in Thar'Garavan medical stations, a human sergeant who had executed dozens of surrendering soldiers.
  
  What does get you, however, are the special cases. There's a lot of issues with fighting another species. It's the guys who've made mistakes and are filled with guilt and remorse that really reminds you of the harsh realities of war. There's a group of human soldiers who opened fire on a group of small, toothy Garavan, assuming they were a Garavan subspecies only to find they were actually children. Another group wiped out a group of Thar'Garavan who were surrendering, confusing their raising their swords, a Garavan tradition that surrendering warriors would take, as the Thar'Garavan preparing to charge. A Probiscan chef poisoned dozens of Coalition prisoners by forgetting what substances were poisonous to them. All of these were good, innocent people who made a mistake, and now have to suffer for it, both from the punishments they receive and the guilt they'll suffer. Still you make your way through the trial and when it ends, you leave and go back to working with the military.
  
  > Continue
  The fear of death has arisen in every single sentient Alien species. Because of this, the search for immortal has gone on since man first stood upright. The Eternal Project is attempting to find the solution. After attempting to make an anti-aging serum, they've now started to research the idea of uploading one's consciousness into computers. They promise that soon, people will be able to live forever, and great minds will survive the tests of time. Of course, many believe this research in unethical. As a Council Member, your support or denouncement for this will help allow it to prosper or get it banned.
  
  > support the Eternal Project
  You decide to support the Eternal Project. They quickly begin getting results and they show great promise of achieving their goals, eventually. This causes several Alliance and Thar'Garavan Scientists and Great Thinkers to leave and join the Coalition in hopes of taking part in the Project should it succeed.
  
  > Continue
  The Universe Conference is a yearly conference where all sentient species are invited to discuss technology developments, Alliances and culture. In theory it was meant to be a place where the brightest minds of the universe discussed ways to make life better for all species. In practice, it's a time where politicians rub shoulders and make deals. Despite your hatred for politicians, you still are one, and thus are required to attend the Universe Conference. This year it's going to take place on a Tarn ship called Forward Claw. As the Council Members shuttle to the Forward Claw lands, the doors open to reveal a group of Tarn drones armed with assault rifles.
  
  "Greetings, Council Members. I am Tarn, as I hope you would know." One of the Drones says, stepping forward. "It's a pleasure to see you. Shall I escort you to the dining room?"
  
  Mrs Chang steps forward and smiles.
  
  "It a pleasure to be here. We would love to go to the dining room."
  
  You're led along the hallways by the Tarn Drones. One of them turns to you.
  
  "Greetings, General. It's a pleasure to see you again."
  
  "Hello, Tarn."
  
  "I remember I had a dozen bodies under your command against ten times as many Thar'Garavan. I was sure we'd all get massacred, but I only lost two bodies, and the Thar'Garavan were crushed. I'm glad to be on your side. You'd be a fearsome enemy, General."
  
  "If we were to talk about fearsome enemies, I think you'd be the worst person to have as an enemy. You've lived for millions of years and have countless drones under your command."
  
  "True. But, I'm forgiving and kind. I saw you beat a Garavan assassin to death. You're scary man. Ah, we're here."
  
  Two doors slide open, revealing several large dining tables with various species.
  
  "Council Members, feel free to take a seat. We have various foods to appease all species, though I would ask for you to please ask one of my bodies before you eat anything, before you find out there's a poisonous food that looks exactly like chicken soup. You're free to eat or talk to whoever you want, just please don't start any fights."
  
  > Continue
  You quickly survey the room. There's an open seat at the dining table. You also notice Probiscan Admiral Yarcal sitting alone at the bar. The Moogli Tactician Doet is enjoying a cigar in the corner. There's a Tarn Drone leaning agaisnt a railing, holding an assault rifle.
  
  > talk to Yarcal
  You walk to the bar, where Admiral Yarcel sits. He wears a navy blue uniform covered in several brilliant medals made from polished seashells, and has translator strapped around his face. There's over a dozen empty shot glasses surround him.
  
  "Human Liquor. It's delicious, but there's barely any alcohol in it. I've had piss that's more alcoholic than this. Than again, it doesn't take much booze to get a dry species like humans to get drunk. No offence."
  
  "None taken." You reply.
  
  "Good. I'm sick of prissy little shits taking offense at my bloody language and insults. I'm a navy man, I swear a lot. I actually had to have my translator modified to include a hell of a lotta more swears. The other day, I commented how the Moogli are big bastards, and one of them took offense. I don't even know why I'm in the Alliance."
  
  The Admiral drains another shot, before turning to you.
  
  "General, I hate your species. You're all cocky bastards who hate the poor, and I've lost a lot of good men to your fleets in the Thar'Garavan War. But I respect you. Humans are soldiers. Other than the Remnants, and the Clones, but they're not another species, we're the only soldiers around. The Probiscans, the Humans and the Remnants. We fight, we kill, we get the job done. Unlike all the other bastards. The Moogli are more likely to shoot me than your snipers are for a stealing their spot in line. The Creators are cowards who send people like us to fight and die. Brain Bugs hide in their armored shells. Antimites hide at the back firing their little noise cannons. Chosen pray to their weird gods that we can all make peace and become parasite hosts. The Tarn fight, but they don't know what it's like to risk life and limb.