Holy Tectonian Purifiers (ORBAT)

Manpower and Statistics:
Population: 220,000,000,000~

Manpower: 96,000,000,000~


 * 6,000,000,000 (Draxxul)
 * 3,000,000,000 (Hama)
 * 12,000,000,000 (Praeton)
 * 11,000,000,000(Marauder)
 * 5,000,000,000 (Tauren)
 * 1,000,000,000 (Lannite)
 * 60,000,000,000 (Conscripts)
 * 2,000,000,000 (Immortals)

Ground vehicles: 9,000,000

Ships: 8,000

Ranks and Hierarchy:
The Tectonian High Council: A purification committee with a representative from each "chosen" council race. They are led by a High Councilor, who's race and origins are as of now unknown.


 * "Chosen" (High Councilor)
 * "Justice" (Draxxul Councilor)
 * "Faith" (Hama Councilor)
 * "Order" (Praeton Councilor)
 * "Wrath" (Marauder Councilor)
 * "Death" (Tauren Councilor)
 * "Victory" (Lannite Councilor)

Tectonian Crusade leaders:


 * The End
 * Regret

ArcLords: Field officers among Tectonian forces, meant to help guide them, are assembled from all council species. They're cybernetically configured and joined to an exoskeletal suit, fusing their nevous systems to a set of robotic limbs. This not only enhances their fighting capabilities, but psionic abilities as well.

The Chosen Races: The chosen races make up the bulk of Tectonian regular forces. They are species who have proven themselves worthy to the Tectonians through one way or another. They're assembled from across the Gothic Constellation's east side, their homeworlds survivors of the billions the Tectonians have burned. They are indoctrinated with the history of their races now burned from memory, instead, all their destinies now lie to serve the father.

The "Swarmers": a term coined from those who have survived their onslaught, the Swarmers is a devestating living bioweapon developed by the Tauren council member "Death". A single spore can overtake a continent, a platoon can overwhelm a planet. They live only to kill and assimilate, their only downfall being that they're planet born. Thus, billions of spore are transported in small carriers and should a planet be deemed unworthy of a Tectonian campaign, a carrier is crashed into the planet and the infection begins. So far, thousands of worlds are currently festering with them, with tens of thousands now lifeless husks.

Tectonian Conscripts: Races deemed not worthy of being a council race are hereby sentenced to lifelong and species long servitude to the father. This means that they and every single member of there species young, old, big, small, are locked into iron suits and given ineffective weapons. They're the shore party, thrown in the billions at planets to soften them up for the chosen's advance. Many species have been driven to extinction from this doctrine, and many more will join them.

The Tectonian Immortals: ''These members of the Lannites who have shunned the decadence of the priesthood or the awe-inspiring power of political office. These men willingly subject themselves to horrors that would make the BlackGuard Program blush. Their final task is to bathe in the Lava of a molten moon, like a baptismal ceremony, before they pick a new name and assume the role of as a faceless number. Such is the burden of being an Immortal.''

''They use only two weapons, a highly advanced plasma rifle that can fire specialized ammunition charges including Armor Piecing, High Explosive, Intoxicant Gas, Electromagnetic Pulses, and Mind Melt. Their other weapon is a bastarization of a Empire In Waiting Void Blade.''

''Their armor is of a special material, known only to the Empire In Waiting as Adamantium. A nearly unbreakable material, the very best the Gothic Constellation has to offer. They carry no oversheilding, as they do not need it.''

''They have no officers to lead them, for they are all designed and drilled to work as a team. They view power structures only as a means to control, and not be controlled by. They, however, have a small habit of playing kingmaker when a councilor position opens up...''