Sector1/Tibecea

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GalCat ID: 1:170
Location: 250,225 in the four o'clock corner of GalSector 1
Government: Feudal
Economy: Mainly Industrial
Technology Level: 8
Population: 3.3 Billion
(Human Colonials)
Productivity: 9240 MCr
Planet Radius: 4858km
Location of Tibecea in Sector 1
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Tibecea is very fabled for the Tibeceaian edible poet.
Old Galactic Catalogue Entry for 1:170 (Tibecea)

Witchspace Routes

There are 5 direct Witchspace Routes from/to Tibecea:

Destination Distance Gov. Eco. TL Pop. Prod
Ceedra 2.0 LY 5Logo64 Confederacy.png 4Logo64 MainlyAgricultural.png 08Logo TL8s.png 3.8 Bln. 01641616416 MCr
Sori 5.2 LY 3Logo64 Dictatorship.png 4Logo64 MainlyAgricultural.png 09Logo TL9s.png 4.0 Bln. 01344013440 MCr
Isdibi 3.6 LY 0Logo64 Anarchy.png 6Logo64 AverageAgricultural.png 05Logo TL5s.png 2.3 Bln. 0029442944 MCr
Diquxe 2.8 LY 6Logo64 Democracy.png 3Logo64 MainlyIndustrial.png 09Logo TL9s.png 4.2 Bln. 02352023520 MCr
Zaleriza 5.6 LY 0Logo64 Anarchy.png 6Logo64 AverageAgricultural.png 05Logo TL5s.png 2.3 Bln. 0029442944 MCr

Trade

Item Price Quantity Avail-
ability
Annotations
Min Avg Max Min Avg Max
Food 5.2 5.4 5.6 12 12.5 13 100.0% Edible Poets?
Textiles 6.8 7.3 8.0 13 14.5 16 100.0%
Radioactives 22.4 23.7 25.2 11 14.5 18 100.0%
Slaves 10.0 16.2 22.4 0 8.5 16 50.0%
Liquor/Wines 27.2 30.1 33.2 10 17.5 25 100.0%
Luxuries 88.0 88.6 89.2 30 31.5 33 100.0% Tibecean modern art items
Narcotics 26.4 50.3 74.4 0 21.0 41 37.5%
Computers 78.4 79.0 79.6 14 15.5 17 100.0%
Machinery 54.0 55.3 56.8 22 25.5 29 100.0%
Alloys 32.4 38.5 44.8 14 29.5 45 100.0%
Firearms 65.2 66.6 68.0 0 0.0 0 0.0%
Furs 59.6 72.2 84.8 0 27.5 54 84.3%
Minerals 11.6 12.2 12.8 56 57.5 59 100.0%
Gold 37.6 39.0 40.4 5 8.5 12 100.0%
Platinum 66.0 72.1 78.4 0 19.0 63 96.8%
Gem-Stones 16.8 19.8 22.8 0 6.5 12 75.0%
Alien Items 39.2 40.6 42.0 0 0.0 0 0.0%
Average prices are based on long-term established averages (the so-called arithmetic mean). The average quantity is based only on quantity values greater zero. Availability gives a percentage whether a good is available in this system. Please note that these are statistical data. GalCop regulations expressively forbids the broadcasting of actual prices beyond the current system.

OXPs

Galactic Navy

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This system falls under the responsibility of the Navy Command Station 14 in Ceedra. (Galactic Navy OXP)

The Feudal States

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Tibecea is a member of The Royal Houses of Santaari. The nobility of Tibecea is of Italian descent. (Feudal States OXP).

Fiction

Rise of The Kirin

Rise Of The Kirin is a PDF novella bundled with the kirin.oxp collaboratively written by Wyvern and Clym Angus. Tibecea is the system where Rise of the Kirin story both begins and ends. It is used as a backdrop for a major space battle towards the end of the novella.

General Senior Gouglass vor Cheem walked smartly and smugly towards the very heavily guarded brig. The aging Coriolis station in which he walked turned lazily in ever decreasing circles around the snow-covered world of Tibecea. For the 10th time that day, he congratulated himself on picking the perfect location to exact his revenge. Resting on the outer reaches of Galaxy 1, this planet lay within a hair's breadth of the habitable zone of its parent star system. The population, colonists who had been reduced to a feudal state by the planet's harsh environment, seldom ventured within half a kilometre of the surface. The only visible evidence of them being there at all were the insulated smelting stacks that billowed plumes of acrid black and yellow smoke into the thick, pristine white atmosphere.

It was a snowball: an inhabited snowball, but a snowball none the less.

(Rise of the Kirin, Chapter 6, Capitulation)

The Doge of the Celestial Republic of Tibecea is selected for life by the Noble Council, a collection of several hundred scions of nobility, whose families are listed in the Sable Onomasticon, the black book of barons. The election on the Death of the Old Doge is performed using a strict form of proportional representation: the number of votes each scion casts is directly proportional to the amount of land inherited from the grandparents. The Doge then selects the Minor Council (including the Doge, the eight Overseers of the Octant, the magistrates, the trinity of Senior Sacerdotes of the Church of Giles the Creator and the current Poet Laureate) who will rule the system.

The title of the Celestial Republic (La Celestialissima) may seem a tad incongruous as a description of a snowball in space. The name derives from the unparalleled views which existed on settlement, when the views through the clear skies of the heavens above outmatched anything that the new settlers had previously seen. As the settlement extended and the industrial smog grew and grew, obscuring the views of the skies, the people never really noticed, ensconced as they were in their underground redoubts. Yet the name remained, to perplex inquisitive visitors.

The palazzi of the aristocracy are quite unusual, and not just in their troglodytic location. Each Palazzo is a little city in itself. It is grouped around the smokestacks, leading up from the lowest part of the palace. Clustered around the warming chimneys are the principal rooms of the noble family - the state rooms, arrayed with objets d'art, designed to impress the visitors and imbue a sense of dignity amongst the blue-blooded inhabitants. Above are the storerooms, where the goods manufactured by the dynastic factories are stored before sale and transportation. Beneath the staterooms are the manufactories themselves, where the fires burn incessantly and the machinery creates the products for sale. Further away from the chimneys are the living quarters of the dependents, as well as the storerooms filled with the raw materials. Melted ice from the surrounds of the smokestack above is funneled down to provide fresh water, and with the growth of hydroponics, more and more food is now grown within the palazzi themselves.

The Church of Giles the Creator is the established religion on Tibecea. Other expressions of religion do indeed exist - a handful of the noble houses have either different or split allegiances in this regard. The main Cathedral is the other end of the planet from the Doge's Palazzo, to restrain the Sacerdotes from interfering in matters of politics. It contains a deep river running through the cathedral where the Blessed Barque is moored in front of the High Altar and the Sacerdotal Throne. This is naturally an old-style cathedral (newer styles have the Blessed Barque much closer to the entrance). The walnut of the barque was imported at great expense from Bemaera. Festooned with Ivory and Walnut, the cathedral is deep underground and entry is forbidden to infidels.

The Edible Poet Society was founded by Ianbello degli Sciolti some three centuries ago. It is now one of the most prestigious guilds of Tibecea - one of the Grande Agglomerazione. They march third in the Grand Parade behind the Holy Society of Saint Jens and the Society of the Gifted Artesans. Their banner is the Scarlet Standard of Stylistics, and they appear in sable pelts bedecked with ivory canopies. Rediscovering the ekphrastic enjambments of bygone eras, the Society has been shattering modern stereotypes with their imaginative reworkings of traditional set pieces. The Commendatore of the Society is usually chosen as the Poet Laureate.

The leading guild, the Societa del Santo Jens, is actually the association of pall bearers. The members of the Society under the watchful eye of their patron saint, prepare the deceased for their final voyage with the Blessed Boatman on the Blessed Barque. The embalming, wrapping and myriad meditations performed over the deceased are done with great solemnity and dignity. The members of the society are treated with great honour by those who encounter them on the rare occasions that they are encountered outside their guildhouse. They usually wear ivory masks with the stylised features of Saint Giles engraved upon them.

Every fifth Hundredth Day there is a snowball competition between the denizens of the Eight Octants. The populace, dressed in their traditional fur coats, assemble at the lower plateau of Mount Ahruman. As they watch, the regional champions roll a large snowball up the lower slopes of the Mountain, accumulating mass as they roll. It is not unknown for the opposition to secretly ice part of the slopes, in the hope that the opposing champions will slip and be crushed beneath their snowball as it reverses and makes its way back down the slope. The largest snowball to make it to the top wins the championship (within the time specified by the Knucklebones of Negation) and the regional roller is feted on the triumphant return to their octant. It is not unknown for fights to occur when matters look as though they have been manipulated in one interest or another, and the death toll can run into the dozens.

It is also not uncommon for the Minor Council to purposefully arrange for a snowball competition for visiting dignitaries, to provide sport and honour them with a spectacle. The last such was the visit of Sir Cody (Bart.) of El Viejo O.O.O.O. (Officer of the Order of the Opulent Ooniverse) with his boon companion Lord Milo of Maregeis, Grand Knight Commander of the Beatific Order of the Besters of the Barbaric Bots. That snowball competition lasted for three hours and witnessed 39 deaths (three by defenestration), eighty-seven shattered limbs and forty-four broken ribs. It was widely acclaimed as one of the best such spectacles for several decades.

The Traders Almanach

If every Credit counts, try this: Whatever you buy, ship them to Isdibi or Zaleriza. And I would buy memory banks, tractors and Tibecean modern art items in that order for this trip. For bounty and glory try Isdibi and Zaleriza, where pirates have been reported. Those art items are created by a group of creative minds called The Edible Poet Society, which was founded in '84 by an artist called Ianbell.
(Excerpt from: The Traders Almanach entry for 1:170)