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MILCON 2021 has officially begun, with the following guests from other nations hopefully arriving soon:
General Kavina - Slattsenw
Mexican President - The borderlands republic
Defense Secretary Macy English - Sarenium
Minister of War David Atkinson - New catoldy
Representatives and CEOs from many large Sastrad corporations, including tech giants Macrosurf and Appel, soda giants Caldwell-Cola and EpilepepsiCo, and electronics/defense contractor giants Colt Technologies and Lackhead Martins have already arrived at the convention viewing new tanks, weapons, and planes being displayed. Many are anxious to see what new technology President Caldwell will be presenting.
[#2 is TSB.]
[That's a mistake, whoops. Cyrodiiill is in Persia, but I'm actually thinking of taking them off the map again.]
They're arrival is highly prioritized, and Balthazar awaits them in a green robe.
[heehee]
[Where you watching from the shadows]
[yep]
The Protector-General [surprise], along with Archon Xiao Dingdong, and the Admiral of Battlefleet Entharpr strides out from the Albatross, all looking upon Balthazar without betraying their thoughts about him, yet.
Immediately Balthazar would notice the left gauntlet of the Protector-General as it gleamed blood red in the sun.
[a gauntlet? ok]
Balthazar removed his green hood, "Greetings gentlemen, and sir Protector-General, you were so highly unexpected. Nevertheless, we are pleased you could arrive."
Balthazar had long dreadlocks that retreated behind into his robe, his face bared a recent scare on his face, which created a trench in his cheek. This of course, was secretly the work of Smog, who unleashed his disappointment onto Balthazar.
"Please follow me," he said, leading them into a massive black castle. This of course was not Smog's castle, as his was not only sprawling compared to this one, but it was bleach white.
[Rp?]
Post self-deleted by Kazakh astana.
They would enter a room, standing in this room was a tall black man with a striking face. He was serious, he was General Jamal. He wore his tight black military uniform, in his hand was his military cap. On his shoulder was a gold banner, on this banner was the white symbol of Smog's tallest tower on his castle.
"Welcome to Congo," his voice echoed in the massive room, "Protector-General, it is an honor."
Standing in the corners of the room, and besides the doors, with two on each side of the General, were praetorian guards, close Smog's guards except instead of dressed in gold armor, they wore grey armor. These were General Jamal's personal security, who protected his castle. This, was his castle.
[Sure thing.]
While talking to General Kavina, President Caldwell notices Prince Kei and Princess Katyusha. While Prince Kei was not looking, Caldwell winked at Katyusha and Katyusha nodded. “I have to go... to the bathroom.” She slips away and meets up with Caldwell behind a booth. “Do you have anything yet?” “No,” said Princess Katyusha, “but I’m on to something. Just give me some more time.” “Fine,” said Caldwell. “Go back to Kei and continue your job.” Princess Katyusha returns to Prince Kei.
Caldwell smiles. “Mr. Tae-se, it is wonderful to see you. Are you enjoying the convention?”
"Of course, of course... its always a great to see new military innovations of other nations. Xotrayjan hasn't had one of these since around 2015, during the Reykh.."
John digs in his suit pocket for a few moments then pulls out a card to give to Caldwell
"If you ever want to do a joint project or give us a contract please give me a call, it'd be the greatest decision you'd ever make."
Caldwell accepts the card and examines it. “We definitely have willing teams of scientists and engineers that would love this opportunity. When we find a suitable project, we will be sure to call you. Other than that, please enjoy the convention.”
The military has officially become everything and anything in Congo.
It has several classes:
Citizen Class: all citizens are trained to be military soldiers, and are active as military men and woman if they are 16 to 49. Each of these citizens own their own military weapons, and a black military uniform along with their white battle armor (used when they are drafted)
Military class: all complete and active military personnel. These individuals always wear their white battle armor and carry with them high caliber military weaponry. Some are dispatched as police, but the majority are just military personnel.
Officer class: all complete and active military personnel that are not meant for battle, and are responsible for operating all military or government facilities. Typically only wear their black military uniform, however they do own white battle armor if they are needed for war.
Political Class: individuals who act as Congo's politicians. They typically dress in white uniforms, and handle all of the government's workings. These individuals are typically gamblers and drug dealers ever since the massive expansion of the black market.
All individuals from 16 to 49 are hard trained military personnel, who are required to keep their body in peak physcial health and strength. Sexual reproduction is highly promoted, marriage is overrated, adultery isn't legal and 90% individuals between 16 and 30 are sexually active and sex fluent.
Secretly, babies with birth defects or individuals that are deemed inefficient are killed and cremated in an attempt to end their genetic lines. The nation also prioritizes genetic modification, and all children are taken care of by the government in military school camps.
Congo's biggest market is military and gambling, with the black market looming over both. Weapon trade and slave trade has infected the nation, and millions of people are making fortunes over it. As Congo becomes a powerhouse of wealth, it continues to unload new chemical weapons into the world.
[I just realized it's Abimbola. Not Amibola. Thanks Slatts, you've been having me spell it wrong.]
It has several classes:
Citizen Class: all citizens are trained to be military soldiers, and are active as military men and woman if they are 16 to 49. Each of these citizens own their own military weapons, and a black military uniform along with their white battle armor (used when they are drafted)
Military class: all complete and active military personnel. These individuals always wear their white battle armor and carry with them high caliber military weaponry. Some are dispatched as police, but the majority are just military personnel.
Officer class: all complete and active military personnel that are not meant for battle, and are responsible for operating all military or government facilities. Typically only wear their black military uniform, however they do own white battle armor if they are needed for war.
Political Class: individuals who act as Congo's politicians. They typically dress in white uniforms, and handle all of the government's workings. These individuals are typically gamblers and drug dealers ever since the massive expansion of the black market.
All individuals from 16 to 49 are hard trained military personnel, who are required to keep their body in peak physcial health and strength. Sexual reproduction is highly promoted, marriage is overrated, adultery isn't legal and 90% individuals between 16 and 30 are sexually active and sex fluent.
Secretly, babies with birth defects or individuals that are deemed inefficient are killed and cremated in an attempt to end their genetic lines. The nation also prioritizes genetic modification, and all children are taken care of by the government in military school camps.
Congo's biggest market is military and gambling, with the black market looming over both. Weapon trade and slave trade has infected the nation, and millions of people are making fortunes over it. As Congo becomes a powerhouse of wealth, it continues to unload new chemical weapons into the world.
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