You are in more trouble than you realize.

Global Warming is not really as bad as some other irresistable forces roaming, at large and unsupervised, in this little speck of dust we call the few tens of habitable star systems within Warship range.

The Fifth Fast Cruiser Squadron, commanded by a type of Polish adventurer in the pay of some Russian Empire, with a Viennese German-type aristocracy. That is the third over-powerful foe this Republic must face. Your planet is small in comparison to the over large and bureaucratic empire. Their greasy Lutheran world view gives them easy access to subterfuge and guile, too.

The Age of the Five Angry Space Barbarians. Get used to eating your food cold out of a can. You get to huddle in the cold in smashed ruins. A treat for you is an apple. Maybe, if you are good at soldering, you can get a job in one of the underground factories. It is warm there. And, they have potatoes. This is your life, happy workers!

The Fifth enemy is a civilization far more advanced than your own, but they are evil-ish, black elvish, or just Black Elvis. They are just bad people who died in the past, and have worked some crafty deal with the Roman Catholic Church, to come back from the dead to work off some bad karma with the Jesus dude. These people are rogue individuals, who seek a quiet life, withraw from public notice, but are dangerous with their advanced technology and freaky sexual appetites. Beware the Black Elvis!

A few American divisions, when the they have so many. The endless waves of Barbarians is the first twenty years of yo

I, Fenris Badwulf, who has a lair in Berlin, Ontario; home of Rangers Hockey; wrote this.