P.S.A. Are not a totally new clan we were active around 5 months ago but our leader Razer decided to change our name to A.O.P. this was fine at the time ,however Razer has since disappeared from won and A.O.P. was left without a leader.
After much conversation it was decided by Hatred & Garr that We should re-form P.S.A.Included in this re-form we decided to change the meaning of the A in P.S.A. from Alliance to Armada. Also we have done away with the old command structure & replaced it with what we believe is a better one.
The Three Leaders of this clan are:
The ** signifies the clan leaders. Only the Clan leaders have two stars.
The Squadron leaders will also have a Star but theirs will not be highlighted they will also have their squadron initials in their names designating which squadron they command.
There will be three squadrons to begin with followed by more as we grow in numbers.
All members will have their squadron initials in their name.
The History Of Paktu
Prior to the year 462, Kiith Paktu was a minor farming kiith, living on the slopes above the Salt Sea. On the year that their most famous leader, Majiir Paktu, was born, the long rift between the religious leaders of Kiith Siid and Kiith Gaalsi, which were then the most powerful kiithid of the north, finally became an unbridgeable divide. 462 was the year that famous Siidim Council announced a new Dogma-the traditional Siidim cosmology, which once held that all kiithid on Kharak were exiled from a heavenly paradise, was abandoned. The truth, according the proclamation of 462, was that only the Siidim were of divine origin--and that all other kiiths were native to Kharak, and therefore inferior, their blood tainted by corrupting sand. In accordance with the new Dogma, many cruel pogroms were passed against non-Siidim kiiths-the peopleknown as "Gritiidim", or "sand people". By far the harshest of these measures was the Clean Water Act, which forbade non-Siidim kiithid from living at the headwaters of a river or stream, lest they foul the water which Siidim downstream would have to drink. Hundreds of families were displaced by Siidim temple men, turned out of their ancestral homes and made to march downstream, carrying as much of their former lives with them as they could. In 488, Kiith Paktu joined the ranks of the dispossessed. At the same time, the temples of the neighboring Kiith Gaalsi had become obsessed with sins of pride, and by the redemption of Kharak through suffering. The Siidim made obvious targets for the sermons of Gaalsi holy men: for every Siidim sin of pride, they said, a more brutal and excruciating expiation was demanded by the gods of Kharak. Lesser kiiths of the north, already suffering under the weight of Siidim oppression, were often willing to join their holdings to the Gaalsi rather than see them taken by the Siidim; many welcomed Gaalsien soldiers and temple men into their holdfasts, only to find themselves held at swordpoint and made to watch as their "sinful" books and belongings were burned to appease the gods. Heavy tributes of both food and fodder were demanded by Gaalsien armies, and appalling sacrifices were sometimes demanded by Gaalsien priests, who saw no reason why the pure of heart should suffer alone. Clashes between Siidim and Gaalsien holdings intensified over time, and even remote kiith were soon forced to choose sides; both great kiiths were too powerful for any smaller kiith to challenge on its own. Caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place, the "Gritiidim" were finally ready to try the unthinkable: crossing the Great Banded Desert to the south, looking for new land. By this time Majiir Paktu had become head of the Paktu kiith'sa. Although the First Migration may not have been entirely his idea, it's certain that the fate of all the people of Kiith Paktu was in his hands. It is difficult for us today to imagine what he must have felt as his people built the first great sailers at the edge of the desert; although many Kharakii believed that there might be arable land at the southern pole, no one had ever attempted to cross the Great Banded and returned to tell the tale. The only confirmation of a land south of the desert came from mad Mannanii travelers, rambling about endless seas and "grasses that touched the sky". The Migration was a slim hope at best, so slim that no Kharakian dared to risk it until there was no other hope at all. The rest, as they say, is history. Nearly fifty kiithid set out from the plain at Albegiido in 490 and sailed into the Great Banded Desert, sweeping over the burning sands on the winds of the seasonal storm, the Chak m'Hot. By the time the men, women and children of the First Migration reached the shore of the Hunon Mountains, only seventeen families were left, and all of them had lost weaker members on the journey. Still more died as they struggled over the Hunon; without anyone to guide them to the easiest pass, they lost many to poisonous water, rockfalls, thirst and lizard-bite. As the story goes, many of the Firsters fell into despair among the burning red canyons of the Hunon, and did not want to go on. Whether he had been the leader from the beginning of the Migration or not, Majiir Paktu was definitely the leader on that day. He stood at the head of the column and pleaded with the people to continue. "I can smell the sea," he said. "It's only a little farther." The people did not believe him, and more than a few turned to start the hard trek back to their sand-sailers, still docked at the desert shore. But as legend has it, at that moment a bird appeared in the cloudless sky above them-a sea-spirit, circling against the hot sun. The kiiths of the First Migration followed the sea-spirit and Majiir Paktu through the mountains, and when they stood on the last red hilltop, they were looking down at the rolling breakers of a great grey sea. Straight away, that expanse of water was named the Majiirian Sea, after the man who brought them there. The people of the First Migration settled on the shores of the Majiirian, and were presumed dead by many in the North for the almost two years it took to build up their homes and holdings. In the spring of the third year, however, Majiir Paktu and a group of picked volunteers attempted another crossing of the Great Banded Desert, to take back word of the new land to the North, where so many still lived in a nightmare of war and oppression. Majiir Paktu did not survive the Return, but seven of his followers did. These seven Paktu kiithsmen passed through the Northlands on foot, taking word of the new land with them everywhere they went. Once that word spread, there was no stopping it. Dozens of families built sandsailers on the famous plain of Albegiido every year, trying to escape the Heresy Wars and the madness of their Siidim and Gaalsi masters. Alas, Siidim and Gaalsi were not quite finished with the people who escaped their tyranny. Although they ignored the Migrations for many years, both Siidim and Gaalsi lost many hectares of holdings to the war. By 650 it occurred to both of the great northern kiith that many of those who fled to the south were still considered their vassal clans, and by treaty still owed them lands and tribute. There were at least three major attempts to assault the southern lands from 652-700. The last of these was the most successful; the army of Liam Gaalsi actually arrived at the pass of the Hunon mountains almost intact in the spring of the year 698, ready to subdue the unruly kiithid of the southlands and their kiith'sa. On that day, Kim Paktu, the grandson of Majiir Paktu and leader of the Paktu kiith'sa, arrayed an army of 30,000 swords on the shore of the Majiirian. Every one of them wore the colors of Kiith Paktu, and every standard bearer carried its flag. "These are my people," Kim Paktu said. "And this land is ours. You have no vassals here." Badly outnumbered and facing a fresh and well-supplied army, Liam Gaalsi nonetheless led his troops into battle. Very few of the Gaalsi who followed him that day escaped with their lives. Although they killed hundreds of Paktu, the southern kiith'sa eventually prevailed, and no such crusade was ever attempted again. To this day, the Paktu are still the kiith-sa of all southern kiiths, even those which are not closely related to them by blood. The flag of the Paktu is white, the color of the sandsails which carried their people across the Banded Desert, emblazoned with a sun stained red by the blood of those who died in search of-or in defense of--freedom. Silhouetted against that sun is the shape of the sea-spirit, an eternal symbol of hope and faith. Paktu believes fiercely in independence, and despises priests and dictators. Its people are optimistic, innovative, and venturesome-and when things are darkest, someone will almost always repeat the kiith's motto: "I can smell the sea."
The History Of Sjet
Keith Sjet is something of an oddity among the power structures of the kiithid. While they are an ancient and respected kiith whose expertise has been courted by kiithid-sa across Kharak, they have never parlayed this influence into any real political power. Kiith Sjet is, in fact, one of the only kiith to have a validated claim to direct kiith descent from the ancient first city of Khar-Toba. Translations of the words and calculations found on the wall of the Temple-Observatory where the Guidestone was found make several mentions of a group of astronomical philosophers with the family name of Sjet. Even the Sjet sigil, a series of embedded circles representing the celestial spheres, can be found etched in the temple doors. It is now an accepted fact that Kiith Sjet once was responsible for the preservation of the Guidestone and constructed the Temple-Observatory to protect it and scan the heavens. And therein lies the true power of Kiith Sjet -- its undying desire to question, observe, predict and record.
In ancient times they were the first to plot the path of the planets in the Kharakid syustem and derive a calendar from them. They were the first to discover the 13-year progressive cycle of sandstorms that tear around the equator of this world and predict where the rains that follow the end of every cycle would fall. Most of the impartial histories of the Heresy Wars and the resulting reformation were penned by Sjet scribes, who recorded it along with their observations of top-soil destruction and the slow crawl of the sands northward.
During periods of upheaval, Kiith Sjet have always been too valuable as allies and advisors to be turned into vassals. Any kiith who killed or attempted to interrogate a Sjet was shunned by the Science philosophers for a period no shorter than 100 years, and in order to keep their knowledge from being corrupted, any kiith who wished to become Sjet swore an oath directly to the Sjet-Sa and had to serve faithfully for two generations before being instructed in the sacred wisdoms. The closest thing to a scandal that has ever shaken the Sjet Kiith occurred during the Time of Reason, when it came to light that during the Heresy Wars certain Sjet vassals had actually lived under a secret secondary oath to Kiith Naabal. These secret Naabali used their positions of Sjet immunity to move through the various warring factions and carry out missions of retrieval and intelligance-gathering. When this truth was revealed, the sense of outrage was strong, but Fliir Sjet-Sa realized the extremity of the situation may have justified the betrayal. Even though she was able to bring enough of her kiith over to this line of reaonsing to avoid sanctions or exile for the families involved, there is still a lingering thread of mistrust between some Sjetti and Kiith Naabal to this very day, and the debate over the use of Science as Power is still a passionate one.
As the Time of Reason progressed, Kiith Sjet expanded their studies and moved away from the tradition of celestial mechanics and mathematics. Various families began to delve into the nature and origin of life on Kharak. Within a century, Krill Sjet presented a paper to the Daiamid in Tiir presenting the scientific evidence that we bore little biological similarity to the vast majority of Kharakid life. This scientific proof of the religious tenet of Exile shook Kharakid society but established once and for all that Kiith Sjet served the truth, however disturbing that might be.
With the advent of the Mohership project, Kiith Sjet finally found a goal wherein pure science could be applied without the danger of corruption. This belief was strong enough for Sjet to overcome its distruct of Kiith Nabaal and join their theories to Naabali applied sciences. Sjet supercomputers have worked out the theoretical quantum waveforms of the hyper drive module. Sjet bio labs help perfect the cryogenic process which will allow us to colonize the stars. And it was a Sjet who came to the conclusion that the Mothership could never function without a radical redesign of the command core.
Karan Sjet, the only daughter of Huur Sjet-Sa and in direct line for the leadership of all Kiith Sjet, was a neuroscientist in charge of the research division that was designing the command and control systems in the Mothership. Many other researchers would have balked at having to tell an entire world that its dream was impossible, but Karan was true to the spirit of her Kiith, and broke not only the news to the Daiamid, but also suggested a terrifying solution. Again, as a Sjet, she rejected fear in the face of the truth and demanded that her own system, using a living being as the command core for the Mothership, be applied to herself.
As our people are on the brink of a new voyage of discovery, it is only fitting that a Sjet is at the frontier, helping us satisfy our desire to know the truth and face down the terrors of the unknown, no matter what the cost.