Breyland Notes: The Magic Space Aryan Racial Purity Scale

Just another world building article to help me collect my thoughts. This one started out as a joke but then went into much more serious territory than I originally planned to cover…but since they are going to call me a Nazi anyway.


The Magic Space Aryan Racial Purity Scale

Master Race

Almost Master Race

Proper White Devil

Pretty Damn White

Ethnically Enhanced Pseudo-Caucasian

Still Sorta White


Generic Brown Olive Person

Browner Than Usual

Suspiciously Black

Suitable for Picking Cotton

Too Black to Give a Fuck


One of the more interesting things about playing around in the Breylandverse is the complete lack of political correctness and trying to figure out how ordinary people would act when placed in such a complex swirling ball of chaos as Early Restoration Breyland.

The above scale is barracks humor that originated among the NCOs of the Sector Guard (Colonial Sepoy Infantry) and Paramilitary Police (PMP often referred to pimps.) The joke however rapidly took on a life of its own and spread throughout the military and merchant marine as it almost perfectly captures, mocks and attempts to reconcile the racial politics that occurs through the Breylandic military and a large proportion of the colony worlds.

Magic Space Aryan is a mocking term* used to describe Ethnic Breylanders (particularity arrogant government officials.) It works as rhetoric on two fronts; first while Breylanders are a distinctly ‘white race’ some of their subject worlds are even more ‘European’ and attacking their sense of racial superiority by pointing out that they are not completely white can severely rattle some individuals. The other aspect is calling out the contrast between Golden Age Breyland Left-Libertarian traditions and the vicious reality of what their descendants have to do in order to keep their unstable multi-ethnic empire from collapsing. This the Beautiful Terror, the constant back and forth dissonance as Breyland struggles to restore its own lost cultural legacy while having to come to terms with having an Empire that the people (and a large segment of the new regime) do not want; yet dare not get rid of. At the end of the day Breyland finds itself occupying a large number of world simply to deny them to their enemies.

The view from the colonies is much different and a strange vague form of Civic Nationalism is beginning to arise. The Loyal Barbarians are getting very angry at the Disloyal Barbarians who are ruining a good thing**. While many of these worlds have little which to negotiate with the central government; they have the blood of their soldiers. These population are also hopeful for the future and prefer to take their chances under the Beautiful Terror then to risk the tender mercies of the New Ganymede Confederacy or the chaos and barbarism of the sort of Pirate Kingdoms that are likely to form in the event of a complete collapse.

As more and more sepoys die in the service of Breyland the blood debt grows but that debt of honor can only be paid back if Breyland survives. The chaos must end. The pirates must be eliminated. Order must be restored. Nations, Tribes, Empires all of it comes down men who must do their duty. One man at a time. One duty at time. One war at a time. Breyland will survive but at what cost?


In hindsight Brothers In The Dust is actually more of a Zulu War scenario than an Iraq or Vietnam analogy… just need to grab one story and tell it.

* In case any of you were wondering why I sometimes refer to my readers as such.

**Breyland also charges its colonies and occupied worlds far less in taxes than the Confederates do. So at least some of this phony patriotism is purely economic in nature.


Breyland Notes: The Magic Space Aryan Racial Purity Scale

I Might Be Trying To Tell The Wrong Story

“The situation in The Capital does seem to be calming down but that’s likely just a peace of exhaustion.” The Commander answered. “Thankfully the Regency Council has pushed through enough reforms to strip the Black December Movement of its moderate support. So the danger of a full scale popular uprising is beginning to fade.”

General Young hesitated he had mixed feelings about the unrest back on the homeworld. Despite his lofty rank the general never forgot his middle class background and it was very difficult for him not to feel sympathy for the rebels. However he was of course smart enough to keep his mouth shut on such matters. Besides the last thing Breyland needed was a protracted civil war on the Homeworld.

“Well that’s a relief. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to put down an insurrection back on the Homeworld.” Colonel Tillerman exclaimed.

“I can.” Young said with gritted teeth. “Even assuming the Planetary Army sides with the Government there’s simply no way to hold the planet against the armed populace, should the middle class revolt en masse… and the General Staff knows it.”

The Gendarme Colonel blinked. “Then what? What would our options be? We’d still hold the orbitals but bombardment would be out of the question.”

“In that case. My dear Colonel, we either flood the streets with the blood of two billion black conscripts and whatever loyal white troops we can find or we surrender and join the New Republic whatever form it might take.” The General muttered very bitterly. “If we lose the Homeworld, we lose period.”

Tillerman seemed shocked that the General would speak so bluntly but had no choice but to nod in agreement. He was just as trained in fourth generation warfare as the General and probably had more practical experience. Just thinking about trying to fight such a campaign terrified him and rightly so.

Commander Lynch stood there with a rather forced grin on her face. “Thankfully gentlemen that scenario will not be coming to pass. I repeat the unrest and disorder is beginning to die down.”

“Amen to that,” Young grunted and a great deal of tension left the room. “Our doom is not assured for God has granted us a reprieve.”

“Assuming the politicians can take advantage of whatever brief chance fortune has given them.” Tillerson added. “And the succession? Surely there’s been some decision?”

I Might Be Trying To Tell The Wrong Story

Breyland Notes: Ultra-Christianity the Final Temptation

Ultra-Christianity the Final Temptation

Remove the Traitor, Bleed the Cuck, Free the Nations. Vengeance is the Lord’s we are but his instruments.

Motto of the Holy Order of St. Brevik.


I’m clearly overthinking this but I’ve run into a rather hilarious writer’s problem. One of the core elements of the Breyland stories is going to be the constant struggle between the Celtic Pagan majority and the large Christian majority for the cultural and philosophical soul of the nation. The single greatest fear of the Breyland patriot is that of a religious civil war tearing apart the Homeworld just as their colonies and allies abandon them. While such a war is unlikely, it could happen and lingers over the political landscape like the sword of Damocles.

This means the religious landscape is going to be far more important then I had originally imagined. The vague handwaved notions of Energetic New Age-y Celtic Pagans and Stoic Steady Determined Christians I had five years ago simply aren’t going to cut the mustard. I need to actually sit down and work out what are the major sects? and how do they interact?

Somewhere around this time I learnt that the Saxons around the time of the migration viewed Christ as a warrior god who had conquered Death. Which I suppose is definitely one way to look at it. So I incorporated that idea into a vaguely defined “Church of the Warrior” a militant sect of Christianity popular among the military. Since this was about the time I was losing my own faith I sort of left it at that and didn’t think any further on the idea.

Several years and many, many red pills later I’m picking the idea back up and finding the Church of the Warrior to be actually rather tame and not anything I can get a reader to be alarmed about. What I need is a church so outrageous, so hardcore and unforgiving as to be a legitimate threat to the status quo; with centuries long history and absolutely no doubt to the righteousness of their cause. A group so hardcore that they border on heresy but without going into cartoony supervillan strawman territory like the Masadans in David Weber’s Honor Harrington series. The Church Militant and Unrepentant needs to be both a hyper-competent threat to the heroes and a moral temptation. The temptation of course is to join them, for is not their cause righteous? Do we not seek the salvation of the nations? Must the works of Satan not be opposed? Did we not save Western Civilization once before?

The looming tidal wave of Reconquista 2.0 is causing a great deal of havoc with my original timeline. Predicting the future is always tricky but the problem is that while I know something is going to happen I don’t know the scale of the event or how much it will alter the fictional plans. A maximum scale Reconquista 2.0 event would leave a huge mark on human history (continent sized ethnic cleansing wars will tend to do that.) The rapid growth and entrenchment of a church like the CMU and the Templar style orders that would be created during such a conflict would simply not go away afterwards. So it makes perfect sense to keep an element or two around a couple millennium later. If we’re still talking about the Romans, there’s a good chance the Breylanders might still be talking about us.

The Church Militant and Unrepentant is going to be a special challenge to flesh out as no matter what I do to make them extreme and “they go too far” I can’t help shake the feeling that most of my internet friends and potential reader base would immediately join such a church if it existed. For the lulz as much as for salvation.

Assassin-monks calling themselves the Order of St. Brevik?

Hey it could happen? And isn’t speculative fiction supposed to be about speculation?


Related: Musing about the effect of feral pigs as a ecological threat.

Breyland Notes: Legacy of the Oinkkrieg

Breyland Notes: Ultra-Christianity the Final Temptation

Breyland Notes: Legacy of the Oinkkrieg

Feral Pigs in Breylandspace

Colonising an alien planet is far more difficult than most people realise. The colonists need to either create an entire ecosystem from scratch or very carefully incorporate terran foodcrops and livestock into an existing completely alien biosphere. Unbalances aren’t just possible they’re practically expected. The key thing is not to allow ecological unbalances to become disasters that threaten the existance of the colony. In the modern era with established interstellar trade aid can be acquired from off world. This was not the case with the earlier distant colonies and the failure rate was very high; in fact it was amazing that any of these colonies survived at all.

Breyland owes its superpower status to one main factor. They got there several centuries earlier than their near neighbors and the first colonists somehow survived. However one early event left an notable mark on Breylandic culture and folklore; all the pigs died. As it was centuries before Breyland reestablished contact was the rest of humanity, these animals could not be replaced and for this reason pork did not become part of the traditional diet. Pigs however did become highly symbolic in folklore and national myth with magical winged pigs often appearing in Golden Age children’s cartoons. By the time pork could be cheaply and easily imported from other nearby worlds pigs had become practically holy animals; far too sacred and precious to actually eat. It took several centuries to overcome this attitude.

As a result of this cultural baggage it is very difficult for the Breyland born intellectuals who make up the core of the Colonial bureaucracy to take the problem of a feral pig population explosion seriously. After all the solution to any ‘highly problematic free range unprocessed bacon surplus’ is both obvious and delicious. Even in the case that the government acts the go to solution is to import apex predators like lions, tigers, or yargis. This usually ends rather poorly for the hapless colonists. So as a result at any one time there are five or six planets in Breylandspace that are experiencing a feral pig problem.

The Oinkkrieg:

The most famous feral pig explosion occured on the planet Brandenburg (now one of the Four Worlds) and cuminated in the legendary Oinkkrieg (or oinkzkrieg) a sixty year epic struggle for survival between Man and Pig. The Brandenburgers did eventually get the pig population under control and redomesticated but there was a very real risk of humanity getting pushed off the planet. As this event happened early in the colony’s history it left a mark of the Brandenburger sense of humor. For example exclaming “for victory!” or humming a patriotic song before taking the first bite of a pork sausage.

The Situation on Mzab:

Mzab is a interesting case. The feral pig population which was once a mild annoyance to farmers and ranchers, is in recent years rapidly approaching oinkkrieg levels. As Mzab is a Muslim majority world (roughly 85%) the normal measures commonly taken to cull a feral pig explosion could not be taken without causing significant unrest. Successive governors simply ignored the problem and hoped it would go away. This put several noteworthy tribes in a bind between breaking Islamic teaching in order to deal with the pigs and the risk of angering their more fundimental and warlike neighbors. As the crisis deepened it begin harder and harder for outsiders to feel any sort of sympathy for the beleaguered locals as the workers of the nearby mining colony of Hammerfall were living on 3/4ths and sometimes even 2/3rds rations; and yes they would very much like some pork sausages.

The call thus came for the finer citizens of Mzab to put aside their hashpipes and their ridiculous barbarian customs and turn the ongoing crisis into a profit opportunity. While some Mazbians were indeed willing to shallow their pride and get their hands dirty in exchange for cold hard cash the tribal warlords and fanatical clerics of the northern provinces were not. The latter in perticular were in no mood to risk their social status and political power (only recently gained.) As social and economic pressure begin to build the Islamists, the Tribal Chieftains and the secular nationalists gathered into a strange uneasy alliance against their colonial overlords.

The pig crisis was not the leading cause of Mustafa’s Rebellion but the growing sense of unease through the colony caused by it and the disconnect between the population and the government made the ground very fertile for any seed of rebellion to take hold. The crisis would also lend a certain absurd character to the war.

As for how the pigs got there? No one knows. The Mzabians claim that the pigs are in fact an lost colony of Jews that were turned into pigs by Allah to punish them for their sins. No colonial admistrator takes such hashish fueled claims seriously, of course. Mzab is a place that lends itself to absurdity as anyone who has spent any time there can readily attest.

Related reading:

“Harvesting 66% of the total population per year is required to keep the Texas feral pig populations stable“

Thirty minute video on how to butcher a pig. Remember fam, either we eat the pigs or else the pigs will eat us.

End Note: Breyland refers to both the Capital or Homeworld and the larger political entity (The Viceroyalty of Breyland.) There are approximately eighty billion people in Breylandspace roughly one quarter of which are ethnic Breylanders.

The star and thus the system is named Hammerfel. The main planet (a Mars-like) is named Hammerfall. This state of affairs confuses the hell out of everybody, much to the amusement of the locals.

Breyland Notes: Legacy of the Oinkkrieg