WA Delegate (non-executive): The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard (elected )
Founder: The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia
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Regional Power: Moderate
Today's World Census Report
The Most Politically Free in Northern Utopia
These nations allow citizens the greatest amount of freedom to select their own government.
As a region, Northern Utopia is ranked 14,438th in the world for Most Politically Free.
|1.||The Reformed State of New Republic of Frontera||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Novus Ordos”|
|2.||The Community of Wisper Forest||Left-wing Utopia||“Willow willow willow”|
|3.||The Federation of Haiburiddo||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“Perfection through science”|
|4.||The Democratic Socialist State of Kjanu||Left-wing Utopia||“Peace, Protection, Prosperity”|
|5.||The Free Land of Idgaf land||Left-wing Utopia||“Do what ever you want ”|
|6.||The Republic of Digopica||New York Times Democracy||“Face the Future”|
|7.||The United Socialist Federation of Agife||Liberal Democratic Socialists||“... And may we all live as we should see fit”|
|8.||The Federal Republic of The United States of Australia||Corporate Bordello||“Advance Australia”|
|9.||The Free Land of The Newlandia Cooperative||Anarchy||“From the ashes we rise, to the future we stare”|
|10.||The Colony of Sevewden||Civil Rights Lovefest||“We drive backwards in Sevewden ”|
- : The People's Republic of Pingvin arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Federation of Haiburiddo arrived from Osiris.
- : The Grand Duchy of Rikura arrived from Osiris.
- : The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Republic of Rez Barkans arrived from Angels Encarmine.
- : Anarchist unions of belgorod ceased to exist.
- : Vladovitch colonies ceased to exist.
- : The Grand Duchy of Rikura ceased to exist.
- : Miotus-kandory ceased to exist.
Northern Utopia Regional Message Board
Incident Report: A-092B
Operational failure: Pending Review
CC: MKV, WILKES, MANDRAKE, PLUTONIA, VANGUARD
Order of events is as follows, standard replicator transport was delayed by civil asset mismanagement, attempting to dislodge civil assets from path of replicator resulted in an altercation that overwhelmed local security and disabled replicator transport.
On site contractor is missing, assumed dead.
On site personnel are missing, assumed dead.
1x Mk II Mobile Replicator; $22,900,000,000
22x SIL-3 Security Asset; $44,000,000
1x Security Contractor & Equipment; $1,200,000
2x Technical Asset; $900,000
47x Civil Asset; $300,000 (est)
Delays: $400,000,000 (est)
Mikhail dismissed the blue hologram with a wave, his question carried his frustration, "Dolly how far is the target?"
"Fifteen minutes until visual contact, overflight shows no obstructions." The synthetic feminine voice replied, to which Mikhail followed with "Status of thier damn truck?"
"Overflight indicated that internal systems and reactor are still operational, as are its defensive systems." Dolly responded, "I recommend establishing tightbeam override and shutting down the main power, followed by dispersal of incapacitants."
With a sad nod Mikhail replied, "Corporate is already riding me to get this done fast, they aren't going to like having to cold boot the damn thing."
"Three salvos from primary weapons should down the barrier." Dolly stated with her monotone voice, "Yeah I don't make the rules, ping me when we have visual." Mikhail replied as he laid back in the soft chair.
Idle fingers wandered across the silk-lined cap, its regal purple rim with a delicate white peak crested with an old imperial emblem, the crossed rifle and sword coaxed a wistful sight out of the old man.
He stood and brushed his white hair back, blue eyes locked on the small vanity mirror as he sized up the uniform once more, an accepting nod and he made his way to the front of the walker.
Sand was the first thing to greet Mikhail, the rolling dunes spilled in the harsh wind, a half-crushed town slowly emerged at the end of the two long heavy trails that had lead them here.
"Distance?" Mikhail asked, "Fifteen kilometres." Dolly replied.
The raised control room gave him a wide view of the harsh desert, shimmering mirages carried through the hot air, but within the confines of the Pacifier Urban Suppression Unit he was experiencing a pleasant chill.
"Eyes on replicator, establishing tightbeam..." Dolly announced in her typical tone, "...tightbeam lost, they overrode it."
"So much for the easy plan." Mikhail muttered dejectedly, "Bring it in range." before pridefully seating himself, fingers rapping against sterile white consoles, a small shadow seemed to walk alone along the rough dirt road.
"...the hell is that?"
Dolly reacted instantly, the holographic interface shifted shapes and displayed the mysterious figure, a girl walked forwards through the harsh wind, black hair whipping across her face but her eyes locked to Mikhail's own in a steeled gaze, "...what's she playing at?"
"We are in range."
A hum built for a fraction of a second, before the air shattered, brilliant twin blue ion trails carved through the air from the sides of the walker and split as they crashed into the side of a shimmering field, spilling in all directions with a thunderous deafening blast.
The girl still stood, the sand scattered about her feet.
"Barrier destabilizing." Dolly helpfully reminded.
Mikhail blinked and closed the holograms with a dismissive wave of his hand, "...yeah, hit her again." he replied as he stared out through the main canopy towards the simple desert town, the bulk of the replicator truck wedged deeply within a myriad stone homes.
A second salvo sounded, again the brilliant beams lanced forth and cascaded into a million shards upon the shimmering barrier, black smoke began to pour outwards from the back of the replicator truck.
"Barrier stability critical."
Mikhail didn't respond, his mind far elsewhere as his eyes trailed across the horizon of the desert.
A shrill alarm sounded, two metallic bumps echoed across the metal hull about Mikhail, "...what was that?" he asked curiously, before the final salvo fired, immediately met with explosions that rocked the cabin.
"We are under attack." Dolly stated in her perfunctory monotone.
"Well attack back!" Mikhail shouted.
They had already surrounded the vehicle, its colossal segmented white-painted legs struck with rocket after rocket as the shadowy figures darted out and around the dunes, "Lock 'em up, FIRE DAMN YOU!"
Clad in dark robes that whipped in the wind, atop muscular furred beasts, stopping only long enough to sling a launcher to their shoulder and fire a rocket.
Metal turrets span to engage, spewing bright purple bolts at the attacking dogbear Calvary, the walker's own barrier flaring as the projectiles detonated against it, the rapid defensive fire caught one of them and split the beast in half, the person atop crashed into to the sand, smouldering.
The chin turret cut down two of the charging attackers but failed to stop the third, a violent explosion rang out as the entire cabin began to list to the side.
"...I don't get paid enough for this." Mikhail fumed, flipping up a small panel upon his seat and pressing the dark button with a resigned sigh.
He closed his eyes, a light consumed him, then the walker and soon nothing was left where it stood, devoured by a shimmering energy.
The 2020 Election: The Election Results
Joseph and Coraline's third debate was the most watched event in Astana-Anders history. Riots were continuing in the streets, from big urban megacities like Omniville and Atlas to even small rural cities like New Tornate City. More and more people were getting divise. By this point, many hard fans of the other parties like the Democratic Solidarity Party or the National Liberal Party were this time around going to vote for the Revolutionary Progressive Union and Joseph while the Democracy Citizens Caucus and the Movement of Democracy and Rights were going to vote for the Democratic Union of the Republic and Coraline.
Then the unthinkable happen, both parts of Parliament passed the bill that made the election results will be announced at 11/25/2020. The results were soon announced. Over 95% of the population voted with surprisingly little to none voting irregularities or fraud, except in the Lesser Omniville Department. The results were that Joseph Vargas won the election by 1.5 million votes. However, the votes in Lesser Omniville were very...odd. It said that 7 million people voted but the Department only has 7.8 million and a poll showed that 6.5 million people voted. A recount happened but the same result happened which didn't lined up with the polls. A huge riot broke out in literally every single department.
Monday the twenty-third of November, on the third floor of the Winter Palace; down the long and winding corridors laid a room with a door simply labelled with ‘Stazzy’, or private in English. Inside of the unassuming room there was a fervent discussion going on amongst numerous high-ranking members in both the government and military: Pyeter Lavarov, the current leader of the SDL, had been called into meeting with the leading figures of the military; notably Land Captain Sarah Steel and field marshal Úrsula Aria in the army; Chief of Admiralty Nikolay Slavin was joined by Heino Kuhn, and the air force was represented by master of the naval branch Maya Ameliadjér. Lavarov was accompanied by his Chancellor of the Exchequer and political rival Trousel Donnalbain, as well as Chief of the Third Sector and leader of the MS, Yteya Bredislin along with her partner in crime and incumbent chief of the diplomatic corps, Rujura Mushafabar. A meek and delegatory man, Pyeter was rather uncomfortable with being forced into a more commanding role in the running of the kingdom, however his leading military figures had urged him to join them in their covenant at the Winter Palace after the election of Adorjan Voy in Hungary, to which, after much urging by fellow members of the government, he agreed to.
At this point, all members of the meeting were only waiting for Ameliadjér to show up; Lavarov was tapping his figures on the armrest of the chair he was sitting in, pale face and sky-blue eyes apprehensive, hoping the discussions will end sooner rather than later. On the contrary, Donnalbain, sitting across the room from his fellow SDL member, seemed to hastily take out his pocket watch at regular intervals, often tutting to himself about how long he was being made to wait. Unlike the man across the room, Trousel's pensive mouth and startling red eyes showed hints of frustration but perhaps excitement - he had been hoping for something to happen that would elevate his status in the government for a while. Yteya and Rujura were engaged in deep conversation about the happenings at their respective departments, whilst Nikolay Slavin was frantically messaging someone on a small cellphone. Juxtaposed to him was Heino Kuhn, sitting right next to him, seemingly perfectly still and unreadable behind his pitch black glasses. Sarash and Úrsula were sat at the front of the table, going over notes for the meeting again and again, thankful for Maya's late arrival.
After numerous more excruciatingly long minutes, the door finally burst open to unveil Maya concealed by a comically large pile of papers, only showing her slip-on black shoes and purple tights underneath. All present in the room turned to face her, as she slowly trudged towards the meeting table to firstly dump her papers, then sit down. As she did lay the sheets down, there was a unnervingly loud thud as she seemingly unknowingly dropped over a kilogram of important documents onto a glass table haphazardly.
"My apologies, ladies and gents, for the late arrival; however as you can see us lower members of the military high command have to deal with all the work." Slavin pulled his cap up and rolled his murky green eyes - contempt had become a common occurrence in the air force after the promotion of Maya Ameliadjér and Anton Gregorrenko, her equivalent in the army. Pyeter was eager for this malice to subside so the meeting could continue
"Not to worry Maya, let's get to the point."
“Well, as everyone who hasn’t had their earplugs over the weekend knows, the Farmer-Labourer party has won a plurality in the Hungarian parliament, which requires our attention.”
“Hate to interject, but why does should the democratic process in another country bother us?”
“Because” Sarah Steel then stood up to talk to Pyeter; her long, silky blonde hair trailing down her abnormally tall frame. “The allegiance of the protectorate of Hungary is of tantamount importance to the military doctrine of our nation - the doctrine my colleagues and I have spent extensive time revising over the previous weekend. The entire efforts of the army and navy-“
“And airforce” Maya speedily sputters out under her breath, catching the eyre of Sarah this time.
“And airforce, if you are so inclined, will be mostly forfeit should Adorjan Voy gets what he wants.”
Lavarov pondered these words for a few moments, although his colleagues had already come to conclusions on what should be done on the matter.
“Well, we’re going to have to put this angry little man in his place!” Donnalbain was eying up the military leaders with excitement - should a conflict break out his previous experience in the military would allow him to justify increased influence over the government. Unfortunately, said leaders looked back at him with mixed looks of pity to disdain.
“It really isn’t that simple, my friend. Rujura spoke very firmly to Trousel, leading to two entering into an intense stare down.
“Oh really? And what would you know, you dimwitted tw-“
“If I may interject, gentlemen” Nikolay Slavin’s voice carried far across the room, drawing attention from all parties and stopping the situation between Trousel and Rujura from devolving. “The Svalbardian nation has tried its absolute hardest to avoided conflict for almost a century at this point - our most recent engagement was in the Biscuit War a few years ago, and even then we were a minor belligerent.”
“Ignoring that, the Melodian Independence War was in the seventies, and most people who participated in that do not serve us anymore.” Slavin silently thanked Heino Kuhn for his good memory - Nikolay couldn’t remember a single war save for the one he was a part of. “So simply put, our military is out of practice and jumping into a war would be risky.”
“It would also be good to remember that the Hungarians are a martial culture and will be significantly harder to defeat than their Melodians or Mendians.” The admirals and field marshal had made a good point, and now Trousel had a conundrum.
“But we simply cannot sit around and allow them to drift out of our sphere; something must be done!” General murmurings from all in the room besides Labarov showed Donnalbain he had support behind him, however what to do was the pressing issue.
“I agree Trousel, and there is another way.” All eyes then turned to Yteya, who hadn't yet spoken up at the meeting. "The Hungarian constitution holds a clause which permits the military to overthrow the government under 'exceptional circumstances'. Should we convince them that this election has caused such circumstances to arise, we can remove Voy without having to kill anyone, simple as that." Most in the room began to lighten up to Yteya's idea - it was a good compromise that would depose the problematic government without risking a war they might not win. Lavarov, however, ever the equivocator, refused to commit to a side as of this point.
"Should the plot be discovered, it will draw great amounts of anger from international observers"
"As if we don't have that already."
"Donnalbain, we're currently walking a fine line to not disturb the rest of the world - should they grow tired of us our survival cannot be guaranteed."
"A fine line? I'd say we crossed that line long ago good sir."
"And what the hell do you know about intelligent geopolitics you bumbli-"
"Gentlemen!" Yteya's booming voice took control of the situation, causing the two SDL senators to shut up almost immediately. "The Third Sector has always kept a keen eye on Hungary for this very purpose; an operation there has a low chance of failure and an even lower chance of being scuttled."
"But you see Bredislin, I believe we don't need to interfere in the politics of the Magyar at all." Everyone in the room at that point sat silently, flabbergasted at Lavarov's lack of assertiveness. "Should the new government see us not muddling with their rightful popular mandate to govern, then they will cease to view Svalbard as a threat, thus eliminating the problem." Many in the room were about to speak up, however Pyeter finally had a moment of purpose as he quickly overpowered their voices. "As Chief Secretary of this government, my decision is final and will no longer be up for debate. This meeting is now over, and you are all free to leave" Most people in the room then either held their head in their hands or simply looked at Pyeter in disbelief - except for Maya, who snorted to herself under he breath.
Despite Pyeter being the one to offer to others to leave, he himself fled the scene first, followed by an incredibly riled up Trousel whom himself was tailed by the military staff. Rujura told Yteya to stay behind, and as Maya left whilst shutting the door on the way out, Rujura wasted no time getting straight to the point.
"The diplomatic corps recently got a request for an alliance."
"Oh, joy of joys, I remember from when I worked there how that usually goes."
"Yes, and I've written a draft for a response to them, I just need a second opinion to check on it."
"Alright, I'd be glad to." [i]Rujura then pulled out a document on his phone, and the two went over it for around about another hour before themselves parting ways into the cold Svalbardian night..."
Message from the Diplomatic Corps of Svalbard, to the nation of Astana-Anders
Firstly, you should learn some simple respect and understand sending an ambassador to another nation without their permission is not welcomed in most countries, let alone our own. Secondly, it would be prudent to understand that Svalbard is not a strong country, nor does it have any intention on wasting resources to be one, so trying to flatter us with compliments such as this is not a move of much tact. Third, a simple look at the nation's government would show you that there is no single head of government to be found in this nation, unless one is willing to speak to 500 senators. And finally, for 81 years this nation has pursued a policy of non-interaction with other nations, so you will have to bring more to the table than a country where gang wars start when an election happens should you wish to entice us. Good day.
Her ears bled, her skin blasted and pitted with sand, the shimmering shockwaves from the railgun fire burned into her eyes as she forced herself to take step after step to the limping pale blue machine.
Its cream coloured camouflage blasted away, chin mounted cannon quickly turning its twin barrels upon her before the entire mechanical construct began to glow, scintillating orbs of ionizing air burned away before with a flash and rush of freezing cold air the metal monstrosity vanished.
Shards of ice began to fall down, a harsh snow in the blistering desert, slowly she stepped forwards... her hand reached down to curiously touch upon the frost-coated sand as she all but neglected the approach of one of the riders.
Heavy footsteps approached in the fleeting snow, a voice spoke, deep and feminine, "Was that your doing, child?"
The girl looked from one end of the dark shallow crater to the other, "...I don't think so..." before the chill finally showed upon her, she quivered in the cold.
As a crowd slowly filled the streets behind them, the rider gently kneeled and cradled the girl in her arms, as she walked back to the waiting dark-furred dogbear she faced the crowd and asked, "Does she have a name?"
"...Irene... I think." One spoke, "No one was waiting for her." they continued.
"She is not safe here." the cloaked rider stated bluntly as she firmly secured Irene in her arms atop the loyal beast, "But send word salvation has come."
With the final words, the rider spurred her mount to action and they charged off towards the shade of the distant jungle...
The 2020 Election: The Aftermath and the consequences
It had already been 3 months since the riots and a lot has already changed. The Revolutionary Progressive Union was renamed into the Social Progressive and Labour Assembly and the Democratic Union of the Republic has been disbanded. The courts now have made it illegal to change the date of the election results and as it turns out, the votes were actually being manipulated by a rogue Greater Autenheim general who had made it into being the head of the Patriotic Renewal Party. He had planned to use the chaos as a plan to distract the nation long enough to have it be invaded by Greater Autenheim. It also had help from the National Socialist Party. Now a new committee has been formed called the Political Party Investigations Bureau to try and stop anything like this from happening again. The nation has now been to heal. Omniville is now even more sleeker and beautiful than before.
Now Joseph sips a cup of tea while playing chess with one of his Presidential Protection Guards or P.P.G. Soldiers for short. It is a quiet day, a nice day. His second term has now begun. He has plans later on. He plans to make a full scale alliances with Italian Canada, Quziq, North Electrica, Grenopia, and possibly United Brennia if his majesty's government has cooled down from the whole war trouble. He also has plans to hold a meeting with the White Wolves of Greater Autenheim and also increase regional awareness of the war. He also has plans to help his nation become more powerful domestically but for now he sips his tea and moves his queen to 4b. There is time to just relax, there is always time.
(OOC: Please inform me when you seek to use members of my military, government, etc so that I can be aware of your intentions with how they are to be used. Greater Autenheim is in no way able to commence an invasion of another nation, and it seeks not to. Greater Autenheim will not be involved in Astana-Anders politics nor will it seek to invade Astana-Anders. Officials of the First Auten Empire are currently busy with the on-going civil war and are in no fit state to bring forth a government's collapse in order to allow for an invasion, as well as my military's main focus as a defensive force. Thank you for understanding and have an amazing night.)
THE 5TH NUIHF CHAMPIONSHIPS BEGIN ON 30TH NOVEMBER!
After a long waiting, the Division II and I games have finally been wrapped out. The national teams of Neyde Spears Kingdom and Pucki are were promoted from Division II to Division I after the amazing performance by their players! Meanwhile in Division I, we saw very interesting games and big turnovers over the season. 2 teams sadly got relegated to Division II, which are team Zeritae and Rikura. Meanwhile, at the Division I playoffs, Italian Canada and United Kuzikstan performed so well, that they managed to get promoted to NUIHF Division! This means that Italian Canada is coming finally back to NUIHF, meanwhile, Kuzikstan is the brand new face, competing against the Group A teams. Italian Canada will find themselves from Group B.
After lots of preparations, The next NUIHF championships are about to be held in Hong Kong, United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor!
Here are the teams participating in the 5th NUIHF Championships:
Best of luck for all the teams!
Ingganouıtei shivers in her launch bay, with space just a few metres away. At least, that's what her captain decides the tremor is. It's early morning on 710-17, and they're preparing for her first mission. Next is the... and there it is. Three more shakes as the airlocks close- Ingganouıtei is now on internal air and power only. They pat the bulkhead. Just a few days, girl. Then we're out of Utopia-space.