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As they approached they'd see the rocky coastline in the northeast of Hellen. The area would be relatively uninhabited minus a few outposts and what seemed to be monasteries, all of them protected by cement walls with barbed wire.
Close to the edge of the coast there also was a fresh ruin still freshly on fire, due to its size and some parts of the ruin still being visible it seemed to be a large radar station, if scanners were active there was several hundred people visible, some on fire, some wandering and some chasing after the aircraft if they were visible from the ground.
Due to the lack of an air response though it can be determined the station was the only way to detect aircraft in the area.
Europe, a troubled land
Europe, 1946
Adolf Hitler and his German Reich stood resplendent over Europe, Germany, the dominant power. Britain was crushed under German military might and occupied, the same for the French and countless other nations. Poland and Yugoslavia were completely crushed, their cultures pushed aside any their nations destroyed. The Soviet Union was pushed across the Urals, signing an official peace treaty with the German Reich in 1948, the populations of Eastern Europe were beaten by the Germans and enslaved. Western Europe was subjugated. Italy too stood as an independent power, although nothing close to Germany.
Japan ended the war by nuking Honolulu, San Fransico and Los Angeles, America, Canada, Australia and New Zealand pulled out of the war, the last bastions of democracy. The remains of the British and French empires fractured and the last threats to Germany were gone.
The axis powers were victorious, at a huge cost.
Although all was not well.
Despite Germany winning the war, from the 1950’s the 1950’s Germany as a nation steadily collapsed. A society built on slavery and domination couldn’t survive without conquest, and in the 1956 German invasion of Spain(through german allied France) Germany suffered a humiliating defeat, the 1960 English rebellions, although being ultimately defeated, showed the sorry state of of the Wehrmacht and SS. And after the death of Hitler in 1966, the Reich barely continued, suffering constant rebellions from Eastern Europe and terrorism in Britain. By 2000 the Reich had failed to adapt, failed to change for the challenges of the new millennium.
The attempted invasion of Iraq in 2003 led to Saddam Hussein beating the Germans back yet again, snd then, after an economic crash in 2008, everything changed.
Open rebellion across the Reich.
In a brutal 13 year long civil war, the Reich managed to pull through, barely, but after the wars end changes needed to happen.
They didn’t.
The next few decades were cruel to Germany, economic failure crippled the state and none of the Fuhrer’s from 2025-2060 could do anything, they failed. Then came the 2060’s, two decades of bloodshed and destruction.
In 2060 more rebellions broke out, many from inside Germany this time, then in Italy, Spain, France, Britain and Germany and its Balkan puppets. The “European spring, as it was called, resulted in 19 million deaths, the destruction of Milan, a city now uninhabitable die to constant nuclear and chemical attacks. Europe suffered for 19 years, up until 2079, where after the wars end, the new leaders of Europe agreed to federalize, to stabilize the broken continent. A council ruled until 2087, then a leader was selected, general Mathew Coriolanus, a man raised in Saxony, a critic of Nazism and a devoted anti Nazi and anti communist.
That brings us to 2100.
A green flash.
And the transportation of the “European council” to the mysterious planet.
“May god help us all.”
With the sudden appearance of this nation felt by the island of Hellen and due to the lack of knowledge of the planet itself the Central Government has approved a mission.
Within the week a task force of 3 destroyers(surface), 1 submarine and 2 frigates set out to Europe. On their approach to the land they'd attempt communications with the mainland. using imagery from what small space fleet that the C.M had it was determined this was in fact Europe.
"Attention nations of Europe. the Navy of Hellen is beginning an approach towards the mainland. We are requesting permission to send in a VTOL, our former communications lines to your capitals have failed. This message will repeat."
Zombie king, United Utrikite States, Red alert 2-transylvania, and Athaton
Deep beneath the towering mountains of a singular island, beats the commercial heart of the bustling kingdom of Andros. While Athaton was not the political capital, the growing influence of the Athatonian bank and the merchant class gained them increasing political influence and allowed them some degree of autonomy which they had grown comfortable with. Indeed the city itself was enormous, with around 40 million inhabitants served and catered to by robotic servants while the citizens themselves resembled humans for the most part, except for their eyes which had grown redundant from the darkness of their subterranean homes and instead had been replaced with robotic visors to give them the gift of sight. Their minds, while independent, are linked cybernetically allowing easy mental communication and further interconnecting the already heavily centralised population.
Both above and below the surface, stationary defences capable of combatting all types of threats from orbital to subterranean and everything in between. The city had maintained a policy of not maintaining an active military since its inception and instead had relied on a mixture of diplomacy and self-defence to maintain its prosperous position. That was until a sudden green flash would transport this metropolitan utopia to a new and dangerous world.
Both the house of Merchants and the house of Lords had been thrown into a state of chaos as the city had suddenly become disconnected from its homeworld and the stability that it had enjoyed for so long had been abruptly ended. Liberals in the house of Merchants latched onto the opportunity to grab this newfound opportunity by the hand and create a new independent state, calling for new elections while the conservatives believed that a new king must be found to maintain the constitution and guide them in this new world. Satellites were launched to investigate neighbouring countries as efforts began to find any other civilisations on this new and frightening world.
Ideas for traits
national speciality trait
Athatonian national bank: The Athatonian financial sector is unrivalled in it's size and strength allowing its government to borrow 200% of its national income at a staggering 100% interest rate unless it can pay back 10% each week, and if your nation cannot keep up with said debt then the bank retracts its money, freezes your account, and prevents you from producing new military forces until you pay up. Costs 5 points
new economic trait
Privatisation: Does having economic traits run by your government seem too....socialist to you? Never fear, this trait allows your government to sell its economic traits to public companies, receiving three times the value of the trait at once in a big cash payout in exchange for losing the regular income from the trait. These companies can be bought back but at a cost of five times the weekly value of the trait. Selling a trait does not affect its influence on trade income. Costs 3 points
An Athatonian satellite attempts to broadcast a message requesting a diplomatic meeting with a representative from the European council. They broadcast a message of peace, prosperity and trade
Zombie king and United Utrikite States
Athatonian satellites observing the area over Europe detect the military fleet and seeing its clear difference in design from the other European fleets broadcasts a message requesting a diplomatic meeting with a representative from said nation to help develop further understanding of this strange new world
4 F-52's come up on the sides of the jet, it was quite visible that they seemed primitive, especially for this world but that thought may disappear after metal plating moved over the exploded cockpits and they sped off, faster than any aircraft of their own modern world.
The airport tower then directed them to Runway 2 where government forces were already waiting, namely CRBN Homeland Security Officers.
The diplomatic aircraft (model Gulfstream G550) continues following directions towards Runway 2, landing gently along the tarmac. Once it was settled its main door opened and out walked two sharply dressed gentlemen, one being rather old and slight with thinning white hair and the other being a shrewd young man with a slim yet rather athletic frame and dark brown hair. Both dressed in formal attire as well as having the space where their eyes should be covered by a metallic visor with a black screen across it. They are followed by a small rectangular robotic box on wheels before stopping before the security detail.
"We come in peace!" exclaimed the young man, winning him a scowl from his older partner. A bright grin grew across his face as he turned towards his companion "I've always wanted to say that to an alien," Both men raise their hands in the air to show that they are unarmed.
Contrary to what the younger diplomat would of expected there was no laughs or jabs from the soldiers who instead had 3 of their own move up with poles with something that seemed like solar panels at the end with sounds similar to geiger counters coming from the other side. After a few moments there was 1 solid tone and with that the soldiers walked away.
Another soldier in similar uniform to the others including CRBN gear including a red beret pointed towards the foreigners.
"Release the emperors blinding light on these xeno scum!", he'd shout and past him ran 4 soldiers with what seemed to be flamethrowers and they stopped about 7 feet away from the foreigners then one of them spoke.
"Feel the emperors fiery wrath xeno scum! For the emperor!"
Then they fired.... they could feel it as it hit them but it didn't burn............
Because it wasn't fire, it was actually rather cold and felt more like water but smelt like chemicals.
"Sanitation complete!", one of the soldiers then yelled back to his CO before the team walked off.
The commander then took off his beret so he could take off his gasmask then of course put it back on before approaching the soaked diplomats, crossing his arms as he did.
Though proud of his joke the commander didn't smile or laugh.
"I'm Colonel Thomas of Hellen Homeland Security. What do you want?", he'd ask as his men walked around the outside of the aircraft, inspecting it.
As the commander ordered his men to open fire both men shared a solemn look and winced with fear, expecting their fates to end there and intending to do so with some level of honour. The elderly man through up what he believed to be a final salute while his younger partner dived behind the robotic servant they had brought but not before they were both blasted with the sanitation chemicals.
After a brief pause, a roaring laugh boomed from the floor as the young man struggled to regain his composure. His elder partner remained frozen in his salute before his partner broke him out of his trance. "Oh give over Lithgow, you can't blame them for being worried about germs. When was the last time you showered anyway?" He slapped his partner on the back, bringing him back to reality. A scowl grew across his face while his once gravity-defying moustache dripped downwards before he forced a smile back onto his face.
"Greetings Colonel, my name is Ryan Cox, member of the house of merchants and a representative of the Athatonian people. My friend here is Lord Lithgow, a member of the house of Lords and representative of the aristocracy. We both speak on behalf of our great city and..."
Lithgow bluntly cuts him off, "Oh stop with the formalities and get to the point!" Cox holds his tongue for a second before his relaxed demeanour morphs to something more serious. "He's right I'm going to get straight to the point. We're not from this world and have no idea how we seem to have been transported here. We've come to seek some way to return to our home and need to know I you can help us? If you are a native of this world if you share our same burden? We also wish to establish trade and economic ties with your nation, to help support and improve both of our situations?"
"Native? We've been here for all of 2 weeks.", he'd say then say something into his comms before directing them to a black SUV.
"Get in..", he'd say sounding mildly frustrated.
The vehicle escorted them into the city which seemed mostly average minus the extreme amounts of diversity, temples and its 4 space elevators.
They'd reach the centre of the city where the the Palace of Hellen looked over Hagen square and behind it, the Golden River.
The diplomats would be shown into the building and escorted to a waiting room outside an office where one armed guard holding a P90 stood guard while a secretary typed at a computer at her desk occasionally glancing over.
It'd be an hour of waiting before 6 men in clerical gear ranging from Islamic, catholic, orthodox and jewish left the office then the secretary looked over to the diplomats.
"You can go in now..", she'd say with a bored tone.
Insids there'd be a man in his late 50's standing by a counter by one of the windows overlooking the river, he'd be pouring himself some whiskey.
"Hello gentlemen..", he'd say smiling as he poured his drink.
"I'm Chancellor Hagel, but call me Vik. No need for formalities in this office.", he'd say and drink the entire glass of Whiskey then proceeded to pour another glass for himself.
Upon watching Vik down the whiskey, a broad and charming smile beamed from Ryan's face. He turned towards his partner before once again facing the chancellor and exclaiming, "You know, whilst we were waiting outside, I was just explaining to my dear friend here how amazing it is that both of our people seem to speak late Athatonian, although I'm certain you must have another name for the language we are currently speaking. It truly is a marvelous coincidence. Makes one wonder about parallel dimensions and..." st
Lord Lithgow abruptly interrupts, "I do apologise for Mr Cox here, he sometimes forgets that there are usually more pressing matters than the first thoughts that enter his head. It's a pleasure to be here Chancellor. Now, as we seem to be stuck in the midst of a crisis I will move straight onto business." Lithgow makes his way forward towards the centre of the room," Whilst we were talking with the colonel upon our landing he mentioned that you were not natives of this world but instead had been transported to this planet 2 weeks ago. I can only deduce that what has transported both of us here has only done so recently although we, unfortunately, have no word back from any other attempted contacts yet. Our job has been to represent our fellow branches of government in an attempt to discover more about this planet but most importantly find help." Lithgow looks towards Ryan, a subtle nod to begin his pitch.
Ryan appears to have been helping himself to some of the available alcohol whilst Lithgow was explaining the situation but like clockwork knows exactly when to interject. "Just as two heads are better than one, cooperation could be the key to discovering the cause of this crisis and possibly the key back home. More than that, trade between nations brings both prosperity and development for all involved and could be a solid foundation for any further diplomatic cooperation. Before your guards confiscated our robotic friend for inspection, a reasonable thing to do in the case of such chaotic times, we had planned to give you gifts from our nation from spices to music and especially alcoholic beverages which I'm sure a gentleman of such fine taste as yourself would appreciate. We come bearing the message of peace, prosperity and friendship as well as mutual cooperation. While both of our people will struggle to adjust to these hopefully temporary tough times, we don't have to do so alone." The same charming smile never left Cox face as he took another sip from his drink. "We aren't asking for an immediate alliance, I'm sure you're nation doesn't base its diplomatic allegiances off trinkets but that doesn't mean we don't both face a common enemy. That being, whatever malevolent or perhaps unnatural forces which dragged us both here. International trade and some extra cash in both of our pockets could help both of our nations adjust to the coming storm."
"Its called english..", he'd say then his eyes shifted to Ryan who rudely decided to start stealing his alcohol. In response he'd walk over, take the glass out of his hand then proceed to slap him.
"Don't do that", he'd stick his finger in his face before walking to a small meeting area in the office that composed of two sofas and a coffee table.
"Sit.", he'd gesture.
"We know there is people here older than us such as a clone species that go by the Yuri's. furthermore while I do support further relations such as embassies and potential trade I am in the belief that we should hold on looking for the source of this phenomenon.", he'd say then look towards one of the windows.
"If The One wills us to remain here then so be it, its our test. Earth was ripe with illness and refugees but here... here we can really build up Hellen, beyond anything that was possible back home."
Lithgow cuffs Cox around the head for his insulting behaviour, "I do apologise for my companion, his manners are deeply lacking. Years working in the city seemed to have dulled his sense to the point that he now clearly lacks proper manners and I shall be making a formal complaint to the house of merchants about his outlandish behaviour."
Cox broods for a moment before that cheeky, charming grin returned to his youthful face,"So, the possibility for trade negotiations will go ahead? Excellent, while I'm sure the exact arrangement of trades and tariffs can be worked out at a later date I assure you that Athaton has much to offer in the way of goods and services. We offer a wide range from industrial services such as manufacturing to raw resources and the establishment of a trade centre could sort both of us with a mutual and healthy profit. The Athatonian economy specialises in alcohol, with contributions from it's well-established music industry and spices. With your permission, trade talks between diplomats can begin as soon as possible. As a sign of good faith we wish only for mutual economic growth and thus will take no protectionist measures, a more detailed offer will be presented once the real talks begin. Of course, once we understand more about your nation's valuable technologies and services, there may be a number of products which Athatonians will be willing to pay top price for in benefit to yourself on top of the improvements regular trade may bring to the economy"
(ooc this is how much your nation will generate in income from trading with Athaton
190 billion from alcohol trade
20 billion from trade centres
80 billion from music stars/guitar hero however this may change if the bands choose to perform in another nation.
This will essentially be the offer when it comes to main trade negotiations. Additional deals may be offered at a later date such as purchasing medical equipment or renting military units but this is just to cover the regular income from trade)
Lithgow waits for his partner to finish before interjecting," I understand your desire to remain. While Athaton was at the seat of an empire we understand that for many, such chaos presents an opportunity. It's clear your people hold their religious beliefs in high regard and I respect that. You mention that you desire to build your home of Hellen to new and incredible heights and this... maybe where Athaton could play an important role. Tell me, what is it that you seek on this new world that may help improve your might and powerful nation? Military expansion perhaps? Or something else? Either way, funding such projects may be a difficult task which is where the house of Lords may come in. Tell me, what is it that you desire?"
"Unfortunately I doubt the Council will accept you flooding us with alcohol. We have heavy amounts of faithful and its only expected to expand with this event and at the moment our corp reps in the chamber, namely the alcohol ones will reject such thing as well.", he'd say then lean back into the couch.
"As long as you purchase or rent the land to build such a facility then I don't see why not but be aware that space is limited until we can expand the walls."
Vik proceeded to laugh,
"Military expansion? My friend we are not militarists, we are people seeking peace and our population simply can't sustain a large military. We only want to recover and do well, deal with the illegals and sickness beyond the walls and most of all continue theological research... and yes it may seem strange of us in this century to still deal with theology but we have our reasons."
"As for our technology we have state of the art weaponry, just beyond that of the United States but our shining jewel is our medical advances. When Hellen was raised from the sea many of the brightest minds came here and... well we have so much now ranging from cybernetics, treatments for numerous diseases and the greatest thing of all we have managed to extend the lifespan of many of our residents beyond that of the international average."
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