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Werreales wrote:

Heyo!

Mornin'

Austrovik-Germania
Could I get a space claim NE sector? kind of core ward.

The Unified American Federation wrote:

A Revival of The Old

As William Joseph Blazkowicz walked outside of the Barracks of the testing Facility in Alberta, he watched the uniformed soliders of the Zephyr program with a nostalgic feeling in his heart. Their Uniforms were just like the ones he wore back in the 40's when he fought against the Germans. "Captain Blazkowicz! It's an honor to see you here!" General Warnock said as he shook hands with the 171 year old veteran. "My pleasure sir! I heard about the Zephyr program being restarted!" He chuckled and turned to the recruits, though his smile dampened at two soldiers rushing someone to the hospital on base. "...And about how you've been needing help to work out the kinks from someone who was in the old program."

General Warnock smiled. "Thank you Son...I'm still surprised you chose to remain as captain all these years." "Yeah...well I wasn't much of a strategist really. Pushin books wasn't by thing. Mostly killing Nazi's and killing Gems." He said with a cheeky laugh before they both chortled together. "I know you were classified as a cruiser class Tank-man but...after some negotiations and...talks with our best researchers still delving into the last remaining files of the Obscurakorp...we made a deal with the Livonians that we could dispose of all information by handing them our remaining files and cases to them...so long as we keep the information on the Übermensch project that was abandoned." William seemed a but uneased by the talks about the Livonians, but he brushed it off with a nod.

"So...what's the plan now?" The Captain asked.

"Well Blazko...we're going to make a fleet of battleships out of these men...and we're going to need a Captain to lead them to victory." Warnock said with a smile as Blazkowicz simply chuckled.

"Let's get to work then."

Zephyr Corp Status: Online

Reth

“I joined right outta high school.” one pilot said. His name was Johan.

The team of four sat around a table with three cards in the middle, a king of spades, a ten of hearts, and a jack of clubs. Cigar smoke obscured their faces slightly.

Johan looked to the man next to him, Staff Sergeant Adrian Weber. He was young, about 23 years old. Quite a hard charger to be at the rank he was. “What about you?” Johan asked, “what did you do before the marines?”

Adrian looked up from his hand to Johan, expressionless. He pushed a few chips into the pot and simply shrugged, “I dunno,” he mumbled back.

“You don’t know? The f*ck does that mean?” Johan pressed.

“It means I don’t know dumb*ss.”

“Good luck getting anything out of him.” Erika replied, “He’s airtight with personal matters.” She chuckled as she pushed in the same amount that adrian had previously entered.

“We’ve got a pot going if you wanna enter.” Lukas added. The team had taken a page out from saving private Ryan and had a money pool, which, upon correctly guessing the history of their staff sergeant, would net the winner the entire pot. Lukas was playing the long game, trying to get as much money in the pot before he attempted to guess.

Johan thought for a moment, trying to think of his own answers, “Alright,” he finally spoke up, “I’ll bite.” The man pulled out the wallet from his pocket and retrieved twenty dollars.

“Stop.” Lukas said, “entrance is fifty.”

Johan grumbled and pulled out a second twenty, and a ten before placing it in the center of the table. Erika took the money and brought it to a mason jar labeled, “ Adrians Vergangenheit Preis Pool”

Silence filled the room as another round went around the table. Each player knocked on the table, declaring they would check, and each player placed their cards faced up. Lukas grinned fiendishly and hugged the pot, pulling it towards himself.

Erika leaned back. “What’s your guess?” She asked Johan.

Johan let out a labored sigh and looked to Adrian, “High School, just like me.” He said confidently.

Adrian chuckled, “hell no.”

“Damnit!” Johan said, hitting the table.

“That was everyone’s first guess.” Erika laughed as she stood up, collecting the cards, “another game?” She asked.

“I think I’m good.” Adrian responded as he stood up, pushing his chair in and returning to his room. He locked the door behind him.

The rest scattered about the small compound. Erika took up watch atop the roof. Johan and Lukas cleaned their weapons in their rooms.

Zerichs-ii wrote:

"Children play nice," The Queen said very much sounding like a mother scolding two children about to get into argument. "He's hardly like the Terrans that you dealt with Kerrigan. Nor does he seem to be like the ones who held me and mine captive," the Queen added.

"And what shall you do now little one, now that you are here," She questioned her tone going back to the kind one.

"timid little thing wasn't he," Kerrigan said after the Terran had left.

"Of course I would be pretty timid myself if I was in his shoes," She added.

"Mama can I go play with Ali and Alex," Susan asked no longer hiding behind her mother.

Carcharod wrote:

*Jaws theme*

*Jaws theme intensifies*

Then again its hard to talk with a group of people when you dont know the language even harder when its sign language too. At least in mind idk maybe sign language is easer to understand than spoken ones.

Hilot, Sangheilios, 1345 hours

A family of five Germans stepped off the transport ship and looked out into the new world beyond them. They felt heavier. Their oldest child, a daughter of about 17 years of age slumped down.

“Ugh!” She groaned irritatedly, moving right into complaint, she whined, “I feel so heavy.”

The middle child, a twelve year old boy, walked beside his sister and patted her on the back, “The gravity is stronger here than on earth.”

With a book in his hand he began to walk forward, leading the family to a food stand. The most adventurous, he ordered blindly. The rest of the family was a bit more skittish when it came to the Sangheili cuisine.

The father looked to his son, “Arno, are you sure that’s what you want?”

The boy didn’t speak, he simply nodded. He was far too preoccupied with the food that had just been slipped in front of him. It smelled nice. It seemed to be some kind of seafood with a pasta like food supporting it. The boy happily scooped a bite, and was surprised to find that it was spicy. He powered through the sensation and cleared his plate.

The boys elder sister was clearly irritated by her change in environment, gently poking at her food with her fork as she daydreamed of returning to Frankfurt, at least, once the city is successfully rebuilt.

The boy rudely belched and looked to his sister, pointing to her food, he asked, “hey Jana, are you going to eat that?”

The girl sighed and pushed her plate to her brother. Within a few moments there was no evidence that food had been there at all.

Within the hour, the family gathered their luggage and took residency in temporary lodgings for the night. They rested, and by morning. They went off to the property they had purchased two months prior. Humans were becoming more common on sangheilios, and conversely, humans on earth, especially Germany, and this Union would prove to be one of history’s most consequential cultural exchanges in history.

Gooutofhere wrote:

NC is alive again.

Pog

The democratic nation of unovia wrote:

Unovian Ship Near the Philippines
A sailor calls out to the Captain. "Ma'am, the sharks that make up the Carcharod Nation are on the move. Should we follow them through radar and see where they are wanting to go?"
"Negatory Cadet, we will send down a dive team to observe them. Prepare a dive team."
Within a few minutes, a team was ready and threw themselves overboard to go down to the bottom of the ocean, keeping a respective distance from their study.

(Well this is unexpected.)

The Cobol of Carcharhinus leucas Corsairs swam through the water a pack of Polemos swimming with them. The group was roughly about 20ish not counting the "hounds". They seemed to be looking for something at the moment with most holding spears while others had blades that curved and looked like fins.(For images check the factbook labeled weapons.)

"I think we're being followed." Signed one of them as he picked up the extra movement in the water.

"One or more of them?" Asked the leader of the group a old and scar heavy individual with a milky white eye.

"Hard to tell but, they are keep their distance whatever they are." said the first before turning his head up.

Above the parties heads a shark 20 meters in length swam past the whole group stopped dead skinning to the floor.

Commemoration of the Exeter Blitz
1942 - 2021

FNU wrote:

Utterly terrifying.

Yes , that's a long bombing campaign. '41 to this year.
Those Nazi's never give up. I thought that finished in 42. Better warn my Sister, she goes to Exeter shopping.

Carcharod wrote:

(Well this is unexpected.)

The Cobol of Carcharhinus leucas Corsairs swam through the water a pack of Polemos swimming with them. The group was roughly about 20ish not counting the "hounds". They seemed to be looking for something at the moment with most holding spears while others had blades that curved and looked like fins.(For images check the factbook labeled weapons.)

"I think we're being followed." Signed one of them as he picked up the extra movement in the water.

"One or more of them?" Asked the leader of the group a old and scar heavy individual with a milky white eye.

"Hard to tell but, they are keep their distance whatever they are." said the first before turning his head up.

Above the parties heads a shark 20 meters in length swam past the whole group stopped dead skinning to the floor.

You looked like you were bored, so I decided to do something about it.