Olympus Mons

"From the peak of the highest mountain sounds a voice of unification."

Standing tallest among all mountains of Mars, Olympus Mons is the imposing pinnacle of Martian civilization. Drawn to the highest peak of the red planet, many early colonists and pioneers settled on the gentle slopes of the slumbering mountain. Shielded by its mass of basalt, gargantuan lava tubes offered a cradle for newborn nations.

Strengthened by their age-old bond, the nations of Olympus Mons have practically merged into one, governed by a council of sovereigns in a gerontocracy. The elders forged a webwork of transportation and diplomatic relations between Olympus Mons and colonies at other peaks of ancient, old volcanoes. The mountain is their home, their ambition, and mystery and - inevitably on the planet of war - their fortress against all outside threat.

The dream of a green world
The nations of Olympus Mons are some of the oldest on the red planet, founded by pioneers who had vivid dreams of building an interplanetary civilization. Between these ambitious, early nations of Olympus Mons was soon formed a deep bond. A bond forged in dust and aligned with a common goal: The red world was to bloom in the greens and blues of their ancestral home.

This was a goal for the oncoming millennia. Efforts to terraform the red world would require efforts of all martian nations under a united banner. Thus, the realms of the mountain began their quest to unify the free peoples of the Red Wanderer.

To preserve the dream of a green world, traditions and rituals were designed and deeply encoded in all of the mountain's societies. Whilst the mountain nations retain official sovereignty, it is the shared culture and belief that connects them deeply.

Unification
Efforts to unify the peoples of Mars are made by Olympus Mons on many different fronts. Some are pursued by means of diplomacy and mission, others by trade and culture and finally, some are pursued by war.

To the highest ranks of the mountain realms, as well as many of their most steadfast opposing forces, not only their own nation but future millennia of the Red Wanderer are at stake in the question of terraformation. In its name, land fleets and armies march and the voice continues to call cries of war and unification.