Commonwealth Federation

Wallace Archipelago wrote:

Well you see there a lot of islands in the Archipelago that we would like to settle and
knowing the important purpose of land and sea territories to protect the archipelago from foreign threats and to protect the neighboring island from further imperial colonization we would like the Swanovia government to be the first to consider this agreement.

Wallace Government has the right to:
Control of Madura Island,Tiwi Island,Kangean Island,Thursday Island and its surrounding isle
Control of Flores,Banda,Arafura,Savu,Timor Sea

And Swanovia will not hold,claim,or intervere (military intervere,aiding/bribing locals,and trading within) territories of the protected area of the federation.

All territories of the claim will be legal for the Federation to put their interest such as research program,economic benefit, and protection of the area
any private business would need to claim their legal right on the use of the land from the Federation violation would lead to expatriation or ban.

Wallace obliged to:
Swanovia sovereignty of Java Sea
Swanovia sovereignty of Java Island
Swanovia sovereignty of Bawean Island
Swanovia sovereignty of Christmas Island
Swanovia sovereignty of Western Australia

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((I already own Madura Island and have explored Tiwi Island))
"So you came here to demand more from us? We own Madura Island, the peoples' loyalties lie with us. And we can't promise you Tiwi Island, that's simply too close to Australia and Darwin, we've already explored it and assessed its suitability for settlement. We've done the hard work and we can't give that up to you." the President says, infuriated. "If you've just come here to make demands from us, you may as well leave before we do something rash. And by leave, I mean now, no deals and no trade."

The Swan Coastal Plain wrote:

((I already own Madura Island and have explored Tiwi Island))
"So you came here to demand more from us? We own Madura Island, the peoples' loyalties lie with us. And we can't promise you Tiwi Island, that's simply too close to Australia and Darwin, we've already explored it and assessed its suitability for settlement. We've done the hard work and we can't give that up to you." the President says, infuriated. "If you've just come here to make demands from us, you may as well leave before we do something rash. And by leave, I mean now, no deals and no trade."

Of course, we wouldn't force our demand upon yours we consider madura and tiwi island in mind cause it have a much bigger area of plainland than most of our island, needless to say, we respect swanovia people just like ours so that would leave Kangean island and other claims to be rightfully ours right?
and you would respect the outer area that protected by the federation?

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The Sky Darkens. . . - Worldwide

The people of Terra Connatus looked up in shock as the sun slowly disappeared from view. A shadow was cast across the planet, far darker than ever experienced; a black deeper than that of night, forlorn. Solemnified by the lack of clouds throughout the sky. It was a clear day, but for the ship. It was unlike anything they had seen before; a technology vastly superior to any that had experienced in their lifetimes. Hushed tones worriedly exchanged messages of fear and anxiety - the aliens had finally found us. Though, the aliens had been watching them for far longer than they had known. Though some had made contact, even they lacked the knowledge of the true identity of the recipient of their messages. The eager respondent to their cries for help, for friendship in a barren world. Even more, misjudged was their intent. As the people of Earth looked upon the ship in the sky they feared the aliens had come to colonise Earth. If only they knew they had been working to protect it. You see, reader, Terra Connatus was doomed; this much the Propter Omnipotentis knew. They had come to liberate humanity from its dying homeland, to transport them to a new Oasis.

For years the Galactic Federation tried in vain to right the passage of humankind, to restore the long-lost values of this August race. They tried in vain to protect Terra Connatus, to restore its environment for the continued pleasure of generations to come. They failed to see the roadblocks early on, choosing to ignore them, hoping that with time these barriers would be righted or surpassed. The greed of the Capitalist nations, the tyranny of the Autocratic; rampant inequality and destitute poverty. Though with time it became apparent that these sad realities were unavoidable on this long-cherished globe.

The Propter Omnipotentis were not naive, however. They did not blame humanity for its unfortunate disposition; the reality of the many is caused by the irresponsibility of the few. Soon the world would realise that these Demi-Gods were not to be feared; they came not in search of war, but indeed in peace.

Fire and Brimstone - Worldwide

As the Galactic Federation descends upon Terra Connatus, the world erupts into chaos. Shops and businesses are ransacked by Citizens panicking in the streets as they see the end is nigh. Those with access to weapons get them and return to the streets ready to fight the impending threat. Some shooting at the ships above them but to no avail. As the first Propter Omnipotentis step off of the ships they are met with gunfire, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off of their armour. It is then that they realise the reality of the situation on Earth. The people of Earth see not what they have done for it, merely that they are different from them. They cast them out upon first encounter as hostile, though they come in peace, in hopes of rescuing this dying race. The Propter are spat upon by some, heinous epithets thrown at them left and right, they are called traitors and saboteurs for their simple act of kindness to the planet they never got the chance to call home.

It took little observation, though Humanity cared not to give any, that these foreign soldiers came unarmed. Though they were plastered in armour, and wouldn't you be too, they carried not guns and knives, but messages of solidarity and peace. Some took heed to this simple fact and began to accept them for what they were, divine liberators of a people destroyed by their most elite; others hid behind their ignorance, instead testing the Propter's patience. Though in time, even they would come to see the light. Then, a booming voice filled the heavens, the Caesar was ready to deliver his address.

Caesar Donatello di Niccolo: [as the Galactic Forces descend upon Earth] Heathens, Infidels, Blasphemers. Look upon me for I am your saviour. Numbered are the days in which you call this wretched wasteland your home. Its beauty and grace stolen by the races entrusted to protect it. Long have we tried to guide your unworthy hands, teach you to cherish these precious lands and preserve them as your ancestors did long before you. You were selfish; the sacrifices made by those before you were beneath thee, long forgotten for the sake of efficiency and advancement, ease and luxury. Stories told, those of old, of He that made this for you, in hopes you would cherish His sacrifices long forgotten, His work unappreciated and left to rot as you industrialised. War and greed replaced love and peace; co-operation and co-existence long forgotten as those who craved power continued to do everything to obtain more. A virgin race corrupted by the sweet taste of the forbidden fruit. Soon, you shall all meet your maker.

[Citizen of Earth Approaches him]

Citizen: God will protect us, he won't allow this.
Caesar: What God is this? You bow at the foot of a Lord who never hears your cries for help, for what? In your darkest days, I gave you guidance; on your coldest nights I brought you warmth. When your cries for the sweet release of death fell upon deaf ears I lifted your head and wiped your tears. What God turns his back on those he formed in thine divine image? He but not I. I am your God now and here he lies; read, ye, his epitaph:

“Here lies a toppled God, his fall was not a small one; why did ye build his pedestal, this narrow and tall one?”

Great Mojave wrote:

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight

Neo Vegas

The sound of artillery fire filled the neon-lit streets of Neo Vegas, as the Mojavean army and citizenry fight back against the interstellar invaders. The 69th Rangers are not anywhere to be seen in the barren deserts they are meant to defend, ordered by the Overseer Council to lead several thousand to safety in Area 51, which has recently been pacified. Among the refugees are the entire population of the Gorisoids, and portable databanks containing many cultural and technological records.

"The refugee ships should be here any minute." Dan Marino said, checking his antique apple watch. Suddenly, dozens of refugee ships descend from the stars, landing on the gritty sand below. "Welp, our ride's here, fellas. Let's ride"

However, this was short lived. As the refugee ships ascended, the sky lit up with a massive laser: a secret weapon hidden deep within the Sierra Nevadas. It fried ship after ship, not discerning between civilian and military target in it's desperate attempt to save the Libertarian Republic. The sky lit up in morbid fireworks as the entire nuclear arsenal of Great Mojave is launched at the space italians. Only a small ship of the gorisoids, containing the cultural and technological records culminated over hundreds of years, remained, travelling to Civitas.

Great Mojave was reduced to an irradiated desert, polluted with thousands of rads of cleansing radiation as the Mojaveans selfishly fought to the last man, the last nuke, the last bullet. Only the plucky refugees remained, carrying on the culture of their human predecessors.