Captain Fluff: Turglana was born on a world far from Hova, the oceanic homeworld of his people. He was born on the Jungle-world colony of Terranis Prime, to a shipwright and a lifemother, caretaker of the many infants that the Midlothans produced in their spawnings. He was but a larva when news reached Terranis Prime of the invaders strike on their Homeworld. The reaction across the planet was first that of utter grief, as millions of Midlothans screamed at the heavens, the loss of life a tangible pain to them. What followed was anger, white hot and searing. luxury factories turned into munitions plant, research facilities into military R&D centers, and the vast orbital shipyards upon which Turglana's father worked began making hulls not for comfort and exploration, but for war. This anger burned the brightest in the youngest generation, while in the elders it cooled into a dull, bitter hatred. Turglana, spurred on by the shaping of the world around him, took to the newly formed Midloathian Space Core to do his part, where he excelled in all classes put before him. He was par excellence in all of his courses barring one. He would not, could not, retreat when there was still a battle to be fought. As long as he possessed one ship, one that could fight, he would try to win. Whatever the cost. Keeping this in mind, his father, now a high ranking fabricator on the newly fashioned ship ring constructs dotting Terranis's many moons, set to work designing a ship that would best fit his son's unique fighting style. As it turned out what he made would be very useful indeed, not only to Turglana, but to the Midlothan war effort as a whole. His people wanted blood, and to die gloriously taking as many of the enemy with as possible was preferable to retreat. This came to be a sentiment expressed by many Midlothan captians, not just Turglana. He was merely the first. And so it was that the Bulwark Class Cruiser came into shape, and the first model was given to none other then the newly minted Captain Turglana Guundarrgh. A call arrived for men, ships, and arms in the nearby sector, and Turglana would gladly answer. He had Dris'tarr to kill after all.
Race: Midlothans - Hailing from the world of Hova, they are a race of molluscoid creatures, having 8 appendages and moving around by spinning like a wheel upon said appendages. They were a fringe race, finding their way onto the galactic scene a mere 400 years when the Dris'tarr arrived. Midlothan was burned to cinders, its oceans evaporated or poisoned. To add insult to injury the planet was then cracked to prevent any remaining Midlothan from reclaiming it. Those remaining giant walking talking starfish, once peaceful religious creatures, were spurred into action; their numerous colonies stripping all the resources they could get their hands on to build a fleet to strike back at the invaders for desecrating and destroying the most holy site to the Midlothans in all of existence. What was once a pacifistic religious people have no become fanatical militarist driven on by anger and holy fervor. They invaders will pay, Uzzra, god of the bottomless depths, shall feast forever upon their wicked souls.
Ship Name: M.C.S. Resolute Defiance
>Classification: Cruiser
Ship Fluff: First of her kind, and if the war goes badly, the last. The Resolute Defiance is a Bulwark class Cruiser, a long, flat ship outfitted with a special tech developed by Midlothian scientist. Dubbed the "Phalanx Shield" by the eggheads at R&D, the ship can divert power from its engines to temporarily create a shield that is all but impervious to attack, while still allowing attacks out from the vast banks of cannons the Resolute possess on its port and starboard sides. This ship is designed for one purpose, to be a flying fortress that dares any enemy to come and get it. A mine system it possess serves to deter any stealth ship from sneaking upon it while cloaked, and missiles to harry enemies that like to sit outside of its already formidable cannon range. A flaw in the design, if an enemy is allowed to exploit it, is that the ship possesses the least amount of armor on its two cannon banks on the port and starboard, necessary to fit the massive mounts for its guns. That and that when its Phalanx systems are engaged, the already slow ship might as well be a stable stellar body for all the little it can move.