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Aurora-I Launch
This was a busy day for the PSA. They were preparing for the biggest event they had ever been a part of. Today Aurora-I manned spacecraft will be launched.
Colonel William Unter of the airforce and senior lieutenant Samantha Wilks were selected to be the pilots. They will not only guide the craft to high orbit, but also handle the rendezvous with Aatelisian first manned spacecraft Palatsinlinna-I.
Dr. Elisa Rovier stood in the command center of the PSA and watched on the giant screen as the best pilots nation had boarded Aurora-I. Unlike Sure-I, Aurora wasn't positioned upright, instead it stood like any normal plane would. It actually looked a lot like one.
"It's colonel Unter, do you copy, HQ?"
"This is HQ, colonel, we hear you clearly." Dr. Rovier replied. "Stand by until further notice."
"Copy that, HQ."
"Conduct all systems check on our end." Elisa ordered. Rapid typing was heard.
"Communications - check!"
"Sensors - check!"
"On-board cameras - check!"
"Hull integrity - check!"
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"Colonel Unter, this is HQ," Dr. Rovier siad via intercom, "we have all systems checked on our end. Conduct the same procedure on yours."
"Copy that, HQ."
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"All systems check, HQ."
"Copy that, colonel." Elisa replied. "Start engines in ten seconds."
"Copy that, HQ."
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"You have a go, colonel!" Elisa practically shouted.
"Starting VASIMR engines."
On the screen Dr. Rovier saw a brilliant beam of light shoot out of the rear part of the spaceship, as Aurora itself was propelled forward and took off after mere seconds. She watched the vessel fly into the sky and finally disapper.
This was the moment when a part of the main screen, that displayed the trajectory of the spacecraft, lit up and showed the view from Aurora itself.
"Acceleration 100 m/s and increasing." somebody said.
"All systems functioning properly."
"Approaching hight 1000 m."
"Acceleration 300 m/s and increasing."
"All systems are functioning normally, HQ."
And so it went for a minute. And then the craft approached and passed a certain hight.
"Colonel, you've passed the maximum dynamic pressure point. You may set VASIMR to 0.5%."
Copy that, HQ. Accelerating.
"Acceleration 500 m/s, steady."
"No malfunctions."
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"Approaching low orbit."
"Colonel, disable the thrust." Dr. Rovier ordered.
"Done, HQ."
"Adopt porabolic trajectory."
"Copy that, HQ"
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"Approaching high orbit."
That moment Elisa glanced at the image from Aurora's camera and saw the planet below the craft. It was beautiful.
"All systems are fine, thrust is zero."
"High orbit... adopted."
Elisa let out a sigh of relief.
"Congratulation, colonel Unter, lieutenant Wilks. You're the first Polarisiumians in space!" she cheered.
"I hope not the last, doctor." the colonel chuckled.
"You are certainly not, if I will have anything to say about it, colonel." Elisa replied. "You are to await the contact from Aatelisian spacecraft Palatsinlinna-I. They should be near you soon."
"Copy that, HQ." came a reply. "We'll just enjoy the view until then."
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"Colonel, this is HQ, Palatsinlinna-I is closing in on you." Elisa informed the crew once the information appeared on the monitor.
"Confirmed, HQ. Initiating contact protocols."
Day 144: Agreement With Krakheim reached as estimated 5% of the population is vaccinated, some 25 million people, infection rate steeply decreasing.
Jorri wiped grime from her eyes as she stood between the long rows of well used, tired beds inside the warehouse care center. She wheeled a trolley overflowing with dirty sheets and a biohazard box half full of needles down the aisle, absent mindedly thinking about whether or not watermelons would make good pets.
“Jorri! Let’s get this row cleaned up!” the manager, Mughr Multan, shouted. A few sick patients still hacked and coughed. But so many people had caught the disease it was now becoming difficult for it to spread. And the remaining uninfected population was rapidly being vaccinated, thanks to that oh-so benevolent Vahric Empire.
Oh the country would take years to recover. Rural areas especially had been decimated.
The latest figures showed 2.2 million dead. Almost everyone had lost someone they had known. For her, it had been two of her cousins. But she had had to weather on, for what else could one do? Moping would get her nowhere.
As tragic as the past six months had been, a fundamental shift in the role of the government was coming. A more aggressive stance against monopolies, hopefully for the better.
She dumped some more sheets into a wheelie bin, and trundled it outside the breakroom. Staff whisked it away to be thoroughly washed and disinfected. Her arms were sore from weeks of overwork, her immune system only kept level by unhealthy levels of boosters and daily anti-biotics to keep the swirl of bacteria floating around the sick ward at bay.
“Did you see the news?” Nneta, another nurse, asked, gesturing towards a ancient boxy television with bunny ear antennae.
“No, what is it this time? Another bomb attack and people scrambling to say outraged they are and not do anything?”
“Ha. I wish. We’re signing a trade deal with the Lizards, dear god. What have we become?” she balked.
“You mean with Krakheim? What’s the deal?”
“They have some space elevators. In return for reduced tariffs to use the elevators and buy goods from it, we will refine and sell their ore mined from one of their space moons or whatever, exclusively to Krakheim. Absolutely barbaric. I cannot believe we’re dealing with these lizard kind. We should be focusing on our human companions,” Nneta fumed.
“Sounds okay to me. Job creation in Mandira, something we always need, and a new friend. And besides, surely we can set aside our differences for once?” Jorri sighed.
“No! They… they are alien! They don’t think like us. That means they’re hard to predict!”
Jorri rolled her eyes. “The times they are a changing. We can’t continue to be so hostile. I’m sure the lizards will be more human than you think…”
At least Mandira was finally embracing the rather more modern view of “as long as we benefit, we don’t care what color or creed you are." And God bless the country for it.
MAP Update! May 27, 2017.
Some momentous shtuff happened
•Khalite expldoes into warring states (heh)
•Cape Cardinal removed, Metal Harbor established on an island
•Some other stuff.
Gridless Map
The Long Goodbye
Includes
-Igdinkers Expands.
Reminder
-
KERODAN
Kerodan Gridless
Kerodan Grid
OUR FIRST KERODAN RESIDENT!!
This is supposed to be new so map still subject to change.
Enjoy.
Benefactor of Revolt: Part II
The day was dark, foggy, as per usual- waking up, getting dressed, and walking out of my shack and into the dystopian nightmare that was what used to be my country. Murky water filled the gutters, and trash from various fast-food restaurants filled the streets, the pedestrians that walked the street wore a faces of tired distress, withered and overworked. Me and everyone else that didn’t want air poisoning or those who feared disease wore a medical facemask.
There was a time when the smoke-stacks and the factories weren’t there, a time when fields of green covered the landscape. Now it’s been replaced by tall pipes, releasing black smoke and covered our blue sky forever. It was then when I decided to become apart of something greater than myself, to be someone that took action in these turbulent times.
I was abruptly shoved in a line of people who were either scared sh*tless or too confident for their own good. I was surely not the shortest in the line but I was the smallest. A man walked out in front of us and all eyes lay on him, he was time worn and war torn at the same time. He was cleanly shaven and seemed pretty clean compared to the rest of us. A scar crossed his left eye, to where his right ear used to be. His fingers constantly pulled an invisible trigger as if he were in the middle of the battlefield. His dark brown eyes glared at us trying to pick out a liable ally and who was a traitor. His skin weathered and dark like leather left out in the sun too long. I'm not sure how I will be able to survive the war if he was going to kill me first.
His skin was white, and his accent was thick- he wore a white sleeveless undershirt horizontally striped blue and a digital flora combat pants along with black combat boots. With him were around five or three other men stood behind him, wearing the same thing, stood at parade rest.
They split us up, ten to a man, and assigned us a trained militiaman to teach us while they watched over us.
We went over constant drills, a routine of push-ups to sit-ups, pull-ups and hand-to-hand combat training. All done in the matter of a month, in a remote location deep in the slums.
Then came what they called ‘special training’, one of them, an expert, came to us and trained us on how to build an improvised explosive device using easy to access cooking and cleaning materials. And gave us pristine weapons, the best piece of weaponry I’ve ever seen. Not even the Mandiran army had weapons of such fine quality.
They taught us how to treat these weapons, how to hide it on your person, and how to use it effectively. And when they felt we were ready, they assigned the same ten men to a cell-leader.
One month later..
And there I was, up on the third story as I watched a military convoy roll through the street. Setting the bomb was the easy part, keeping his cover in tact was more challenging. Working with calculated precision, the right wires to the right place in a colour coding only he understood, using a trigger he had designed himself, his signature for the forensics team to find after. He sat back and pulled his phone out to take a picture, it was art and he wanted to remember it whole and pretty. Then he slid the phone back into the zipper pocket of his black jumpsuit and armed it to explode on first light with a solar switch. Then he left, using his remote to loop the camera feeds for twenty seconds each time he passed one, also his own design. When the dawn broke he was across the street in a high-rise sipping filtered coffee. On minute there was an military convoy rolling down the street, and the next a rising ball of blackened orange-red flame baking the startled air. The windows shook so violently he almost put down his cup. Car alarms wailed chaotically, and chaos came to unfold.
The last piece, Sector 2305
For almost a Year, Aatelisia has been taking over most of the Island, trying to secure their position all across it with Towns, Military Bases, and Purchases. Today, The Colonizers have already reached the Coastline on the Last piece of the Island, and with that, the King has agreed to head there to make a speech about the claiming to last and final piece of the Island. Hundreds of Settlers have already set up a massive Stage for him to stand on. As the King got out of his Car, The Settlement cheered for the King, all wanting to see him themselves. As the Crowds calmed down, the King began to speak.
"Citizens of Aatelisia, It my Greatest pleasure to know that today marks the final day, in which we have spread our nation across the Landmass that we have known as our home for many Generations! While we ourselves were great in our state of isolation, we have become greater out of Isolation, Creating new Treaties, Deals, and Alliances!"
The Crowds cheered, knowing that Aatelisia would've never grown if they kept to their Isolationist ways. Once more, the Crowds calmed.
"I have seen our nation grow Economically, Politically, and Scientifically! We have never been in a position as great as the one we have today! While the First Prince has founded Aatelisia as a Nation, I have Worked with The Council to make sure that we shall not stay as a mere foot note in history, but to expand father than any Warlord or Prince that has come before me! Millions of Aatelisians have sweated and bled building a nation to last for generations to come. It is time we work as hard as them, and to continue to expand! While it took us Months to expand across the Island, I can now say today that we can call this 'The Island of Aatelisia!' Our birthright is Secured!"
The Crowd Let a loud cheer, With hundreds of flowers littering the stage. The King waves goodbye to the crowds, and returns home to continue his Political duties.
After that, the Sector Grows quickly, with hundreds of Factories, Ports, and Cities being founded all across it, with a Statue set up at the spot where the King delivered his speech. As well as the Economic Growth, comes a new Military base, in which many recruits sign up for, filled with national pride for how far there nation has grown. As well as that, A scientific Facility is to be set up to Study and research any new Materials and species on the east coast. While their are some people who remain pessimistic on the current sector, many thousands are optimistic that the Sector will be a Shining example of how the Kingdom should be: Full of Pride, Enthusiasm, and Discipline!
Including the Sectors Growth, The Nation has begun to further increase Funding to Expand the West Coast's Industry, until it has reached a point where it is Equal to that of the East. With the end of Serfdom, It has become far easier to expand Urbanization, with Industrial Output hitting a New high last week. While Aatelisia now has secured it's position on the Island, It now looks elsewhere to expand it's national borders, while respecting those of other nations. Aatelisia already knows where to expand in the coming months, and have already began to build colonial ships with the necessary supplies required. They are to begin setting off in the next Couple weeks, with plans already in place that should see Aatelisia grow out from it's Island home, and towards new and foreign lands.
Post self-deleted by Celoniae.
Scientific Celoniaen Magazine
New Auburn is the Nation’s Scientific Capital. But one Man is Going to Change That.
Friedrich Mason has the type of outgoing personality one might expect from a celebrity or comedian, not a chemist. As the nation’s richest scientist, with several billion fluid silver certificates, and many more in assets and land, one might expect him to be high-and-mighty, excessive, or even rude. However, his dreams for a whole sector of land are nothing short of amazing- for the nation, for the world, and for the common man. He lives outside Celon Diaz, but arranged to meet in Centraelis for an interview. As I approached his private jet, he warmly greeted me with a handshake and a smile. Once I was seated and the plane took off, he began to tell me about just what he had in mind. However, he would not give me the details until we arrived. All he told me at that moment was that “This is going to be big and scientific. It’s going to make the University of New Auburn look like a fifth grade science fair.” An hour later we were in a holding pattern over New Auburn International Airport. The University and the space program headquarters were in view, and all around us was a city of aluminium, chrome, and glass- very futuristic. Everything here was automated, even the air traffic controllers. All I could think was that it would take a lot of work to do anything even remotely as good as this, much less to make something better. But once we landed, we got into a van that went to the south. All the while, he was talking about how he was able to purchase sector 1711 for a “reasonable price”, which he refused to disclose. Soon, we arrived in the sector. All around us were portable housing units filled with construction workers, sheds filled with lumber, steel, and all manner of tools, and mountains of bags of cement. Several bulldozers were taking out pre-existing buildings and natural land to make room for the building that was to be constructed, a gas research facility equipped with lasers, pressure tanks, vacuum tanks, and much more scientific equipment for studying gases. I asked him what the purpose of having a building solely restricted to gas research was. Upon hearing this, he took me to his personal trailer, in which there were blueprints covering entire walls. He had commissioned particle accelerators, materials testing centers, and many more laboratories of various types. He then looked at me very seriously, a change from his usual energetic manner. He talked about how the government was too inefficient for his tastes, and that if anything was to be done, it had to be done by the private sector. After all, he said, what motive is there like the profit motive? According to him, there’s a reason that the biggest economies on Lerodas are capitalist. He gave us a small saying of his to publish in this article: “There’s always room at the top. When you get lonely, just keep going up. The people are just stepping stones to get there.” As I was about to leave, I saw an enormous tree fall to a bulldozer. In some ways it was a symbolic moment, but progress is progress and progress must grow. Back in the Scientific Celoniaen headquarters, everything seemed so primitive. Fortunately, with more land there will be more progress. That is one certainty that holds true, that children are taught from birth: with more land comes better things. In the southern island, everything was riding on magnets and was pristine. Soon everything will be like that. At first I was surprised that the government had agreed to let someone buy up all that land, but then I realized that Mason was simply providing a cut of the money required for the government to buy the land. Sector 1711 would be annexed in the name of Celoniae, but left for Mason to toy with. And given how seriously Mason was working the sector, a bit of lost public land is worth it. However, one question still tugs on my mind: where did all the original inhabitants go?
The Shaky Seeds of a Refuge, in Sector 4106.
The sun did eventually rise, and when it came; it came almost reluctantly, as if it were surprised and worried that there were now a clamour of people awaiting its appearance.
The old cliffs, bare and silent save for the lashing of the waters against them down far below. There was a strange smell of mildew on the air as the light of the sun brushed across the dust long-undisturbed until the shuffling, worn boots of the crowd had came. It felt as a land that was not quite, not yet dead. But a place that'd been chained by time, and was now shakily awaking to find itself dragged into the present.
All those assembled there drank in the dim sunrise. It wasn't much of a sight, really, but it was elevated by the suspicions of how long had gone since others had been here - and by the abject tiredness of the crowd itself.
At the head of the motley crew... the band of youthful runaways in search of better things, those feeling the sting of persecution; those dissipating in a choking cloud of their own debts, the petty criminals from Franz-Mekkado to Sukothay... there stood their de facto leader, with his torn shirt and his face that might have been handsome were it not for those weather-wrought ravines in his forehead and cheeks, the patchy brown beard that marred his chin. He went by Augil Terranze, and with a comfortable smile he turned to address his equals.
"Well," he started, failing to summon the sense of finality he was hoping for in his usual drawl, "We're here."
They were almost-all too tired to voice concern, aside from a couple groans here-and-there, but the bafflement on their faces was clear to see. Augil's closest friend and former accomplice Rein hissed to him - "But there is nothing here!"
Augil heaved his creaky shoulders about in a shrug. "Ah, I wouldn't be quite so sure of that. And even if it were the case, sometimes the lesser of things are the better. We all had to leave the cities to the West for the sake of burdens, or the dislike of the life there, being led about under someone else's yoke. Hell, for a couple us it was, I'd say, a matter of life an' death."
The tales and their hopes had always decreed that there'd be something at the very land's end, but they'd been mistaken. At least, for a long time past they had been.
There was a long moment of silence, before Augil heaved a sigh and held up his hands. "Alright. I'm sorry. There was supposed to be a... it was never clear, yeah?" A mumble of affirmation. "A relic, or a treasure. In any case, something valuable enough to let a few hunnerd - all of us, that is - live out their lives in relative comfort, without ever having to lift a finger again. Not for their own backs, and certainly not for the flab and fancy of anyone else! But now we've come out here; the reason for adventure's gone, I suppose. But none of us really wanted to go back, even if we could. At least out here, we got the sun and the earth. Back just down the way we came across that freshwater lake, the forests and the fields as we came nearer to the coast have been better and better. Unspoilt."
"It's not enough to promise an easy life, but there's few ways to enjoy an easy life without sitting on someone else's back anyways. It's enough. Enough to make something of it, like starting afresh without the eyes of others staring down our shirt collars."
It wasn't exactly a motivational speech, but in fairness the group that'd trailed along behind the wandering Augil weren't really the types to be roused by bold words anyways. They all knew that by this time, they'd come far enough that building a town would require less effort than trudging back the way they'd came. So they left the musty cliffs as they were and returned to the grassy flats in front of the lake. This would be the place.
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Of course, the first few days no-one had really had any idea what to do. They'd tried to whittle fishing rods, but the brittle little twig-things they were left with weren't even well to crack someone over the head with, much less spool some string and a hook through. Standing in the shallows stabbing knives into the waters again and again just about scratched-together enough to give the young group a motley meal. But it'd gotten better over time. The people had pooled their skills and knowledge from the various odd-jobs they'd worked in Qi, Jin, and all those other squabbling states to the West, and a month-and-a-half in since Augil's (now much joked about) speech at the old cliffs, there was at least a simple wood hut to keep dry enough every man and woman that toiled for the town.
Work had even begun on a first 'permanent' building wrought from clay and stone, a trading and meeting-post for the people.
The only real need that remained was less an important matter and more an embarrassment - still the place did not have a name to go by. For want of any better ideas, they figured they'd best ask Augil. He wouldn't talk until his sweaty day sawing through the skinny, bowed trees that sprung-up everywhere in the forests was done.
Then, he set himself upon one of the trunks and pondered, narrowing his eyes to the point that the observer could almost hear the cogs grinding slowly in his head were they to strain their ears. After an awkward moment: "Virutopia. My grandfather, he was a revolutionary. Least he purported to be. He wanted so desperately to found his own rogue nation, to call the shots. 'Course he realised that was too difficult by half, and figured it'd be best to convince others to shoot folks 'til he could call a place under his jurisdiction. He never got what he wanted. All his butchery and he only succeeded in getting himself hanged, you could say it was good riddance."
Augil lowered his eyes to study the damp ground. "But that's what he always said he'd call his turf. Virutopia. Never explained why, I guess he wasn't the reasoning type."
Even by Augil standards, it was a bizarre revelation. Why the suggestion to honour the wishes of a madman, foisting them on to a peaceable town on the fringe of nowhere?
He replied grimly, devoid of his usual casualness. "I'd say it's placating him. A gesture to give my grandfather what he wished for, in the hopes that people like him - an' we know there's a great many of those around - would stay well away. In all the years to come, even no matter how grand our lakeside town gets - people may come, but we'll be a refuge. Everything off our own sweat. We'll watch our own backs, but we won't go looking for trouble. And you'd be best praying that trouble doesn't come looking for us, for a good time."
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Augil's words then had spread in some form through the others like wildfire. They'd taken the wind out of the sails of the budding people, but none would dare dismiss his prescience either. The town at the land's end would be called as he'd wished, and be accompanied by the design of the eyes keeping an unceasing watch, as the first real constructions were finished and celebrated, and the weather began to change...
((I haven't written much in a long time. Hopefully this is all alright for you guys. c:))
The United Roman Reich, Greater mandira, and Mandawai
The Latest From the Young Republic!
This is a transcript of an interview that I conducted on the behalf of the Free Mandawaii Journal. I sat down with an insider from the Mandawai Senate who has chosen to remain anonymous and will be referred to as 'T' for the sake of the interview, as a disclaimer: this interview was conducted on privately owned property and is protected by Article 3, Provision 4 of the Mandawai constitution.
T: Good morning, Luke.
Free Mandawaii Journal: Good morning T, we really appreciate you taking the time.
No problem at all, how've you been, all right I hope?
Yeah, the last few months have been pretty hectic but it's been good.
Right, so I'm assuming you want to ask about the country?
Yup, pretty much the most pressing questions right now are about how President Josoi plans to deal with the country's economy, how he intends to rehabilitate the country, and really just where we're heading in the next few years.
The economy.. first of all here's the problem, right? Almost every single industrial asset we have at our disposal is either for making weapons or cooking up drugs. The land the plantations are on is fine, absolutely- it's good land, we just need to clear it of all the illicit stuff and maybe convert some of the fields to rice paddies or plant some more practical stuff like cotton. But we are going need to completely restructure everything we have in the manufacturing sector because it's already been decided that we don't plan on turning the country into the world's biggest black-market narco paradise.
But some analysts claim that keeping some of those farms and factories as is could benefit us greatly, there's more than enough countries willing to import some of it.
It's already been decided Luke, we're turning a new leaf here and we don't plan on staying a narco-state. Besides, we're trying to widen our prospects here: banking, retail, construction, shipbuilding, BPOs. We've got a bunch of people who already have a few decent ideas layed out and a huge stack of books on foreign countries and how they tick, yes we won't be earning as much as we possibly could do in the short term but the long-term will see significant improvements.
How long exactly will it be before we see these improvements?
Optimistic estimates say 5 or maybe 8 (years), my guess is maybe 15(years)?
Another big concern is that we have an entire generation who was born and raised under horrible conditions, estimates say that 72% of Generation V is illiterate.
Glad you asked, for now we'll be putting up temporary reading centers; small fee and we'll teach your kid to read and write and yes I know what you're going to ask, the displaced and orphaned individuals will be given special consideration and scholarships. Past this we're also planning on bringing in foreign teachers to train a whole bunch of our own(teachers), (as) well as educate the kids, public schools will have as low tuitions as possible and if DepEd(The Department of Education) notices anyone particularly bright they'll be getting scholarships to foreign universities, with any luck we'll be seeing our own universities in a decade or two.
Where is the money for this coming from?
You'd genuinely be surprised how much money we found when we took some of those narcos' mansions. Aside from that, the national bank is in the works and we'll have a more reliable way of securing money soon enough. But we are suspending shipments of illicit substances and equipment to the cartel's previous buyers so we'll be taking a few hits, nothing too major.
When will we be getting cell service back?
We're offering limited tax exemption and some incentives to foreign telecoms, if it all goes to plan some of them will be investing in Mandawai.
And how about the policing? We still hear stories about vigilantes doing drug-related killings.
The Mandawai National Police is undergoing some major reforms, I'll leave it at that. Though those idiots running around at midnight and taking the law into their own hands, they aren't heroes. President Josoi is taking a sensible approach and we're rehabilitating victims and imprisoning distributors, the war on drugs isn't something we can win through force of arms and they(drug dealers) know it.
Can you give us some details on the planned urban reforms?
Absolutely. We're gonna be moving a ton of people from the slums and into tenements, the shantytowns are gonna be demolished and we'll be helping out some real-estate developers to build on the land.
What about science funding? We have foreign readers who would like to know if Mandawai plans on involving themselves in the innovative field.
Look, the damn Polarisiumians can throw as many people as they need into orbit but we're trying to run a nation here, not a technocratic bordello. The wellbeing of the people takes and always will take priority over strapping someone to a oversized firework and launching them into the suns- you get the point. But if some little girl comes up with an innovative little contraption that improves everyone's lives, we'll be supporting her every step of the way. I just want to make it clear that we are focusing our money where it matters.
Are the rumors about Mansur Tangkana true?
He's a bloodthirsty maniac and he's in jail, that's all that matters, and if by some miracle he manages to escape and decides that the republic ain't worth every drop of blood sweat and tears we built it out of then I'm sorry for sounding morbid- but our army right now is composed of ex war-slaves trained from birth by narco mercenaries to rip flesh from bone in twenty-seven different ways.. And that's just with a spoon, his 'challenges' to our democracy is nothing but talk.
That'll be all for today, thank you T!
You're very much welcome Luke, stay safe out there.
The United Roman Reich and Virutopia
The Long Awaited: Polandball Map Update!!
Gridless Map
The Long Goodbye
Includes
-Igdinkers Expands.
Reminder
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KERODAN
Kerodan Gridless
Kerodan Grid
OUR FIRST KERODAN RESIDENT!!
This is supposed to be new so map still subject to change.
No really new newbies are included due to how long it takes to make these. To get on the map, post RP often enough that I remember you exist, and also be here for more than a few months.
•Celoniae gets rid of the cheap Copy pasty polandball and now gets and organic, locally sourced, wholesome ball.
•Aatelisia and Soviet Petroburg are two newish newbies, but have been active often.
•I think Polarisium is the newest guy, but he's been impressively prolific. Props to you.
•Spirit gets a (foot)ball
•Franz has some eyes closed since inactivity.
•Iltaak gets a ghost of Times Past.
That's all for now folks!
Slides back into the .svg file from whence he came.
Damn I forgot about you Igdinkers. I will add you.
Aurora-I and Palatsinlinna-I First Docking Operation in Space
"Palatsinlinna-I, this is colonel Unter and commander of Aurora-I, can you hear me?" William asked after contacting Aatelisian spacecraft.
"We hear you loud and clear Aurora-I, this is Commander Heikki of the Palatsinlinna-I" Karl says in reply to the Polarisium's vessel.
"Very well, we are initiating docking protocols." Unter replied. "HQ, docking protocols initiated."
"Proceed, colonel, you have the trajectory, Palatsinlinna-I should recieve theirs momentarily."
"Understood Command, docking protocols are beginning now."
Both crafts started moving towards a certain point of the orbit. Gradually, as they closed in on each other and rotated a little, their docking entrances were alligned near each other and going with the same speed.
"Palatsinlinna-I, we're extending the docking bridge." Unter said via intercom.
"Extend docking tunnel." colonel Unter ordered.
"Copy that." lieutenant Wilks replied. She touched the control panel a couple of times. Mechanical noise was heard. "Tunnel extended."
"Palatsinlinna-I, the docking tunnel has come in contact with your hull, the connection is stable and airtight. We're going to pump air into it. Is that ok with your spacecraft?"
"Understood Aurora-I. Palatsinlinna-I is capable of transfer."
"Do it, lieutenant." Unter nodded.
"Yes, sir." Samantha replied. "Equalizing the pressure levels." she looked at the screen. "Pressure levels are now equal between our crafts and the tunnel, sir." The colonel nodded.
"Palatsinlinna-I," colonel Unter called, "we've evened out the pressure levels. We can now meet."
"Understood Aurora-I. We are going into the docking tunnel now."
"We'll do the same." Unter replied, before unfastening his belt and floating out of his seat. Lieutenant Wilks remained in her seat and continued to watch over the controls.
Colonel Unter, using Aurora's walls, floated his way to the hatch and opened it.
He sees One Pilot, Commander Heikki, who waves toward them. "The other Pilot, Lieutenant Jaakob is currently in the Command Module."
"Good day, commander." Unter extended his hand to the other man. "I'm colonel Unter, my lieutenant is also managing the controls right now."
Heikki grabs the other mans hand. "it has been a good day so far, hasn't it?"
"Yes, of Course! We need to bring something back to the Command Centers, don't we?"
"Women." Unter chuckles and snaps a shot. "They always need photos."
Heikki Laughs "They need something to prove that it happened!"
"I'll send a copy when we land." colonel tapped a communicator in his ear. "HQ, this is colonel Unter, the contact has happened. We even snapped a few lovely photos for you."
"Copy that, colonel. You are to return to Lerodas in 22 hours. You are free to do whatever you want until then. HQ out."
"Copy that, HQ. Unter out."
"So, What shall we do for almost 22 hours?" Commander Heikki asked.
"Play the first card game for both of our countries in space?" Unter proposes.
"Sounds like another new first to me!" Heikki Agrees.
Solonian Rebellion, Act I: The Sea [Expansion Post, Part I]
Gentle breeze was the start. Smooth sound of waves hitting the hull of the ship joined soon after. Morning fog steamed over the remainder Solonian Republican Navy.
Admiral Kariole Novue watched as the fleet woke up under dim light of the rising sun, which was obscured by the fog. He stood at the main table on the command deck of his flagship "Eridion".
The mighty destroyer class vessel was rythmically rocked by the waves. In the distance one could barely make the lines of the biggest Solonian colony Tervokar. The city was still sleeping, with not a sound beside the wind and the sea heard in its streets. Admiral shook his head and turned his attention back to the map.
His fleet was comprised of twenty ships: ten destroyers, one aircraft carrier "Sumium", two missile warships and seven frigates. It was by no mean able to combat the entirety of the fiery machine that was Polarisiumian Navy, but still a formidable opponent for anybody.
Seabirds were heard among the beeping sounds of many machines on the deck. Next human steps appeared. The door opened with a creak and a number of officers walked inside.
"Admiral." one of them said. "It's Polarisium, they're hear."
The soft delicate symphony of the morning was broken, stopped by silence.
"How many?" the aging admiral asked.
"Three ships. One Line-I warship and two missile warships." came a soft but loud reply.
"Raise the alarm." Nuovo signed. "It's Feristo. He's the only one mad enough to try this."
"Yes sir!"
The breeze continued, the waves still rocked the ships, but they now only made the background. In the forefront of one's hearing were footsteps, many footsteps. All of them running, creating a nervous rythm and adding bitter sweaty taste to the air.
Shouts, that sounded like rotten fanfares, were added to the music. Engines, sturdy cellos, started working, the ships moved forward, cutting throught the incoming waves.
***
On board of Line-I warship "Throim" the atmosphere was similar. Waves and wind were quieted, eclipsed by the sound of running people and shouting officers. The command deck was mostly silent though, as grand admiral of Polarisiumian Navy Hadrian Feristo calmly gazed upon the display of the main table.
"They are moving in on us, grand admiral." captain of "Throim" said.
"Keep us steady, captains." Feristo ordered to the captains of every ship under his command. "Tell the submarines to start doing their job. Destroy that aircraft carrier."
"Yessir!" one of the officers soluted and ran to another table to transmit the message.
"Let's start the game, shall we, admiral Novue, although it won't be really all that interesting... or long." Feristo murmured as he watched the submarines "RNS Exterminator" and "RNS Appraiser" assume firing positions. "Let "Serenni" and "Nebulum" fire their new Cobra-II missiles. Obliterate their missile warships."
***
For those on board of the ships of Solonian Navy, Polarisiumian warships looked like foggy pyramids, giant mastodons lazily floating in the water. Not to Novue.
"Fast!" he ordered. "Release deep underwater mines!"
"Yessir!"
"You sly bastard..." Novue murmured, glaring at "Thorim".
Next moment an explosion was heard, adding hysteric drum and shout of panicking people. In brilliant flashes of golden "Sumiun" shook violently, before being sucked underwater by the aftereffect of many explosions. Novue didn't waste time wondering if anyone could survive this. The sound of thick layers of metal being torn apart like paper eclipsed the symphony for just a second before disappearing.
"Sir, we have explosions underwater!" came from somewhere. In this cacophony of sound Kariole wasn't about to guess from whom it came.
"These are missiles!" the admiral replied. "Let our missile warchips target their missile tarships! Destroyers target their Line-I warship! Frigates, maximum speed, surround the enemy formation! How long until we are in range?" he barked. "And drop more goddamned underwater mines!"
Officers scrambled to action as Novue watched in shock a dozen missiles being launched from Polarisiumian missile warships. He could almost hear them boring through air with unyeilding thrust. One of them hit "Victory", a Solonian missile warship. The ship died in a bonfire. More missiles were incomming as distant voice of turmoil.
***
"Novue has always been bold." Feristo remarked as he watched enemy fleet being consumed by the roaring golden light and ever-hungry ever-deceptively-soft waves of the ocean. "Missile warships and "Thorim" - obliterate their frigates. Submarines - evasion maneuvers and new targets: the remaing enemy missile warship and enemy destroyers."
***
Admiral Kariole Novue watched his frigates being obliterated by the new missiles lf the enemy and their Line-I warship.
"Frigates fire at will." he commanded, thougn his voice was hoarse and the entire battle looked like a broken piano with gentle nature playing one tune and people playing something completely different. Shouts of panic and swearing were mixed into the shooting of guns and the roaring of explosions.
Very soon another missile warship "Kolone" was hit with a torpedo and went down with a bang. Frigates were consumed by warm golden, obliterated by light and gas as "Throim" showed off its power. Splashes of water were like drums, crushing everything by their melody.
Bang! Splash! Boom! Bash!
Fires rages like a swarm of furies, the air was stretched by the heat of so many explosions, tearing everything it could to shreds. The battle continued, so hard and so loud that not even human shouts were heard any longer. The orchestra was playing its deadly music for all to hear and for ears to bleed.
***
Hadrian Feristo watched as the enemy fleet was burned and sucked out of existance. His lips couldn't not curl up in distaste at the brutality of the symphony and the discord it brought.
As the last enemy ship disappeared however he heard the sumphony of battle subside: the shouts died down and gave way to excieted chatter, that played on the strings of the remaining tension, dispersing it. He heard the sea and the wind again.
"Captain, contact our Strike Group II. The island colonies of Solonium and the last rebels await." Feristo ordered.
"Yes, grand admiral." the officer nodded and walked away.
Post by Titanix suppressed by Vanhania.
suck it
"Where am I? What's happening around here?" Jade finally stands up and examines the room, confused.
*Hey guys! I'm new here but this seems fun. Can someone explain to me how this works? Do you guys just post random stories or are we writing a huge story together? If you're writing a huge story together, can someone give me a quick recap/summary of everything?*
Hello
Post self-deleted by Mandawai.
Switched my fleg back to the original blue and white, wasn't loving the idea of being communist, and since I hadn't done any posts or fbs on my government in that fashion, I thought i'd switch it back to a Federation with my cute blue fleg.
I'm new and taking my time to acquiant myself myself with the game and the region, but since it looks like people use this space pretty casually i might as well say hi.
The United Roman Reich, Arak tyr, and Atropiam
Hello everyone I am new to this region and starting my to build my fact book for RP. I'm planning on building my nation up to be a empire ruled by a benevolent king who has a God complix. I'll be updating more soon if y'all would like to give me any feed back or suggestions much appreciated.
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