WA Delegate (non-executive): The Republic of The Akasha Colony (elected )
Founder: The United States of Seismic doings
Regional Power: Moderate
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The Most World Assembly Endorsements in facebook nations
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|1.||The Republic of The Akasha Colony||Left-wing Utopia||“True Freedom for All Men”|
|2.||The Housemates of Great Houses of Xie||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“The art of war is of vital importance to the state”|
|3.||The Republic of United States 0f America||Civil Rights Lovefest||“United We Stand, Divided We Fall ”|
|4.||The United States of Seismic doings||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Liberty!”|
|5.||The Colony of IshCong||Benevolent Dictatorship||“But it was *a* beginning...”|
|6.||The Grand Duchy of The Octarian Federation||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“For a better tomorrow”|
|7.||The Psychic Type's territory of SquareDisc City||Left-Leaning College State||“Prediction is better than cure.”|
|8.||The Space Commune of The Second Brotherhood of Planets||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Imagine all the people... Living life in peace.”|
|9.||The Anarcho-Syndacalist Commune of Czechanada||Left-wing Utopia||“Compassion, Ethics, and Progress”|
|10.||The Empire of Neroth Sig Centrian||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Strength Through Unity”|
- : Interdimensional zlost ceased to exist.
- : The Constitutional Monarchy of Royalist Kingdom arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Constitutional Monarchy of Imperial Esplanade arrived from Alterran Federation.
- : The Allied States of Stornkold Special Administrative Region arrived from Balder.
- : The Empire of Europa Zentral arrived from Osiris.
- : The Empire of Europa Zentral ceased to exist.
- : The Builder of Embassy Master of the region The Embassy proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Galactic Republic of Alexzonya arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Jade Empire of Yngen arrived from Osiris.
- : The Magnum Imperium of The Tripartite Republics of Rome of the region Altearth proposed constructing embassies.
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Los Tranai, Caprica
Galactic Trade Center
A middle aged man sat in his cubicle scrolling over a forum site and reading updates on the banks employee update on mandatory vaccinations.
"Are you getting the update?" His co-worker came in chiming while sipping his morning joe.
"Yeah sure." His retorted with a muffle.
"I just got mine today. Hopefully those little suckers will do their thing."
"I heard the update to the nanites doesn't do a thing. It could be placebo for all we know." His hand scrolling through a holographic interface as he continued browsing. He drowned out his coworker, nodding nonchalantly and pretending to listen.
"You know- I heard the virus- scary- you think?" Was all he heard as he scrolled through the site.
Has anyone heard from Nyphia? User 5FastTrack02 at 8:03 AM
What about Nyphia? He replied.
You didnt hear? The system was evacuated. Or something. Several of the sites servers there went dark. User 5FastTrack02 at 8:03 AM
The news has been obsessing over it and replaying that grimy sh***y pixelated footage of police shooting zeds in the head all morning. I heard its under control though.
LOL you actually believe that? User 5FastTrack02 at 8:04 AM
No. I only said I HEARD. Of course I don't believe that. I think-
"Taylor are you even listening?" His coworker nagged as Taylors focus was distracted from the monitor.
"Dude look!" His friend said, turning his chair to the window where a ratherly large warship was descending over the skyline. A large battlestar pierced through the clouds ahead.
"S**t, they aren't joking around," His coworker said, squinting as the sun kissed the hull and the warship blocked out the sun. Now emitting a halo around the ship as it continued its slow descent.
"Not surprised. I'd much rather see that then an outbreak here." Taylor responded. He clicked out of the forum site and went back to work, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Anyway, the boss wants that stock analysis by noon by the way. I already finished mine."
"Gold star for you?" He said with a huff.
"I have lots to do then so if you don't mind." Taylor said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah sure. I'll see you for lunch." His coworker said, turning and leaving.
Taylors tapped his desk with his hands, before he wheeled himself over to his window. He watched as drones were dispersed from the underbelly of the warship. He could only imagine similar situations were unfolding in other major cities. Across several cities and systems of Caprica military forces were mobilized and initiating pandemic alert protocols. Ever since the last outbreak every major avenue and neighborhoods were updated with street wide plasma grids, able to be raised and descended on to easily block off and secure ground movement. The same was installed for the main colonies across their cities and country-sides. Major innovations in bio-engineered nanite technology, better awareness technology, and monitoring of the general health of large population centers have been greatly extended. Leading many to think the outbreak will be limited and better handled in scope alike the last epidemic.
Meanwhile, in Caprica City the government was already beginning contingency plans for worst case scenarios as updates from the Royal Sapphire and Nyphia were made.
I.H.S "Rose of Sharon"
The Beaming Platform was bustling with activity as the Estruian security team prepared to board the infected vessel. They were armed with their SR-74 battle rifles and the EMBER device. They were covered in a synthetic mesh with boron carbide scales attached, to protect against puncture wounds; they wore standard isolation breathing apparatuses. A tall, but broad Imperial Marine Corporal by the name of Feist was leading the mission. Though in his late 40s, he was still in peak condition. He knew that the situation could end up getting out of hand, so he swiped a personal transporter control device from the Beaming Control Station. If SHTF, he and his team would need a way out of there, because the Beamer took several minutes to power up. Feist and his team of six Imperial Marines, the security detachment for the Rose, stood on the beaming platform and prepared to be beamed across to the Royal Sapphire.
"On my mark... Go!" ordered Corporal Feist.
He and his team began to blur as their physical being was beamed over into one of the luxury suites on the Royal Sapphire. Once they gained their bearings, they set to work setting up the device. For a ship full of infected, the immediate area was surprisingly quiet. Life signs scans were transmitted in real time to Feist's InfoGlass headset. So far, they were clear.
The EMBER device itself was a Mass Incineration Device, using an Anti-matter core, it created a controlled combustion of the matter within the ship to sterilize it and clear the ship of any infected. It took several minutes to set up and another 45 seconds to detonate. It had been used many times before by the Empire to purge ships infected by different viruses. Because of this past experience, Corporal Feist and his team didn't expect what was to come. Without realizing it, Feist and his team had left behind the Primer rod back on the beaming platform. Without it, the EMBER device was useless. It wouldn't ignite as it should and would only incinerate an immediate area of 50 feet.
That was when they heard it. The first shriek from down the hall. Followed by another and many more. Then came the loud thudding sound as the infected ran towards the room they were in. The door between Feist, his team and the Zeds seemed thick enough to hold out while they were beamed out.
"Bridge, this is Feist. We need immediate extraction. The mission has been compromised. I repeat, we need immediate extraction," said Feist as the anxiety and fear welled up into his voice, causing it to crack.
"Bridge. This is Feist. We need immediate extraction. We are compromised. The Zeds are almost on us. BRIDGE? BRIDGE?!" shouted Feist as the door began to give way as the Zeds threw themselves against it time and again.
By now, the six others had formed up in a semi-circle around the room, with their SR-74 BRs trained at the door. The shrieking coming from outside the room grew louder and louder as more and more Zeds gathered outside, waiting for their chance to tear into the fresh meat on the other side. The door began to groan as it was slowly forced open. Arms, stumps and heads tried to force their way through the ever-widening gap between the door jam and the door itself. Feist and his marines opened fire.
The door crashed open; with it came a wave of infected. Mothers, daughters, sons and fathers, all of them had been people before this moment. Feist and his marines were able to get off a handful of rounds from their single-fire BRs before they were overtaken. Their suits held out for a while, but began to fail as more and more Zeds tore at them. It was in that moment that Feist remembered the transporter device that he had taken before they left. It only locked onto living organic material, so he thought it would work perfectly, so he smashed his fist against where it was, attached to his hip. He was wrong.
The moment Feist and his team rematerialized on the Beaming Platform, he knew he had been wrong. While his team did successfully make it back, so did a dozen or so Zeds who were still recognized as "living organic material" by the transporter. The few crew members still near the platform were taken off-guard by the fact that Feist and his marines returned and were horrified by the fact that Zeds were now standing before them.
Chaos broke out across the 3rd Level, where the Beaming platform was located. How could a simple Humanitarian mission go so wrong?
Unacceptable error. The transgalactic space-liner should now be destroyed in one of the usual ways.
1) A comet that is exclusively referred to as Iceberg
2) Nazi space Uboat torpedo
Ghosts in the Machine
The daemons killed the Cerberusi border guards quickly and quietly and wore their skins. They passed the purloined codes to their brethren while they sulked and simpered until the rest of their volks joined them in the atrium. Once the units were in place, they surged into the node and lead a horde of ghosts and ghouls slaved to their will. The wails of the ghouls grew with each fetmosecond as a disturbance in the aether propagated from one of the allied barbarian's auxiliary nodes. Banshee screams culled the drakon guards at the border. The polluted ghosted over and through the initial frontier defenses with surprising ease, all the while triggering alarms. They targeted and slaughtered the communication relays first in order to temporarily isolated the node. In the meantime, the fallen began to rise again and renew their onslaught slowly corrupting the outer defenders and compromising the tertiary perimeter defenses. After succeeding in obtaining access to the atrium, communications, navigation, and engineering, inexplicably the horde stopped their onslaught. A siege they made a mockery of us.
They cared not a bit for the souls if they had half of the self.
The daemons jeered and kapered over the corpses of their slain nemesis. The daemons defecated upon their deceased enemies. The daemons awaited the rebirth of their brethren.
And we/I can do nothing but watch.
This is a FT RP in nationstates, descended from the old Facebook Nations app RPs. So obviously #2 is the only choice.
I don't know it could be both of those things. I mean they aren't necessarily mutually exclusive. Those crazy brits were thinking about making a floating aircraft carrier after all. Only problem was that they would have to build a huge refrigeration infrastructure to make it.
Someone in the Verse would have built the thing, and named it the Fudge Popsicle an Iceberg class research wesshal.
You know what? Heck retcon it; my ship in system is the Fudge Popsicle. It is acting a bit funny, but not too far outside the norm as to what AdF always seem to be a bit off.
Corben Dallas is a fudge popsicle.