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It would fall under common courtesy to first ask people when you trying to affect their history :P
But I don't see much of a problem with is this time, as long as we can try and nail down a timeframe for it.
Preferably I would have it happen during or near the First Gravolic War (our WWI basically.) which was 8E126 to 8E134.
Please join our Discord as well to socialize and get to know the community and our nations :)
Aye, thanks!
How exactly does this role play region work?
Unification of Fjaraheim and Brjotanedri [entry 0.01]
“With Life comes hardship. With Love, comes hurt and vengeance. Today marks the day when compassion triumphs over the evil nature of man, the nature of war, the nature of hate and resentment… Where brothers and sisters shared laughs, now empty are their homes, torched by a savage fury that burned within the hearts of warriors on both sides… No echoes remain to be heard.
“At long last, the conflict shared between Nedriheim and Fjaraheim can be buried with the fallen. Never again will take up arms against another, never again will we submit to lesser whims. Long Live Fjarabrjota! May--”
Light from the screen faded as the man watching unpowered it, leaving him sit in a darkened room as he contemplated the meaning of it all. Thing were going to change for him. They had begun to change when the Fjarans fired the first of many shells that devastated the homes of innocents. This time, it would be he who would control the Fates. For this man, the war was far from over.
Highway 010, Fjarabrjota
“Leithari?”
A well dressed man, bearing a symbolic tattoo on his left cheek, placed his tablet down on his lap.
“What is it, Porandi? We’re almost at the capital and I’ve yet to memorize this speech.”
The assistant sitting parallel to the Leithari shuffled in his seat for a moment.
“I’ve just received notice from the Chief of Staff our security status has gone up to Danger-3, as a result, we’ll be given more personnel as we enter Steinveg.” he said, adjusting his glasses.
The Leithari slumped back in his seat and sighed.
“I thought we had gotten past this? No matter… We’ll continue on as planned.”
Their convoy continued eastward; toward Steinveg, the newly established Capital of Fjarabrjota. Accompanied by four LAVs, only a madman would attempt an attack…
1 Hour 32 Minutes later…
Hidden behind a treeline that flanked the four-lane highway, over twenty-five camouflaged men watched and waited for their target. The first row held ten men, out of which, 3 held rocket-propelled explosives while the rest held anti-armor and heavy machine guns. The men that were left lay prone behind their comrades, armed with assault rifles.
Far down the road shapes began to take form as the convoy neared their position.They soon came well within firing distance of the marksmen in the front row.
“Squads Alfa through Foxtrot, Range, 500!” shouted the foremost soldier.
“Squads Alfa through Foxtrot, Ready!.. WATCH AND FIRE, WATCH AND FIRE!” he shouted again.
Rockets fired towards the Convoy’s LAVs with two confirmed hits on the foremost on the left while the Marksmen attempted to disable the Leithari’s Vehicle. The convoy halted and attempted to reverse hastily, though in vain. Larger groups of light infantry had set up farther up the highway just for this, disabling the rest of the vehicles within the span of a minute. The last three LAVs deployed their own squads of infantry, resulting in a very short firefight that left more dead than wounded. From their positions, the ambushing attackers rushed toward the disabled convoy, followed lastly by medics who tended to the wounded enemy soldiers.
One of the attacking soldiers stood separate from his squad, removing his helmet and moving his rifle to his back. He walked passed a smoking LAV toward the Leithari’s vehicle - all six wheels had been blown out. As he reached the passenger door he drew his sidearm and rapped on the tinted window.
“Leithari? I’m here to escort you into the Capital. No one else will be harmed so long as you comply. Even now we tend to those we couldn’t kill. You’ve nothing to fear from me or my comrades, here.”
A few moments passed.
“Fine, I’m coming out with my assistant. We’re armed. A pistol each inside our jackets.” said the Leithari, prior to opening the passenger door.
The commanding soldier nodded impressed. He had not expected things to go so smoothly.
“You best explain yourself, whoever you are.” said the Leithari with his hands skyward. “I’m a very busy man these days.” he said scornfully.
The soldier nodded once more.
“Of course, however there are other matters of state you need to address first. This was the only way for that to happen.”
The soldier made a hand gesture to two of his men, who then relieved the two prisoners of their weapons and promptly cuffed them.
“You’ll never see the light of day after this, you know that right?” the Leithari spat towards the commanding soldier.
“Perhaps…” was his reply.
Vanhania, Aatelisia, Mandawai, and Nerokhori
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Unification of Fjaraheim and Brjotanedri [entry 0.02]
“Today marks the second anniversary of the cessation of hostilities between Fjaraheim and Brjotanedri and also the one-year anniversary of the Treaty of Steinveg. The Treaty of Steinveg; a legally binding document detailing the disarmament of the Brjotan Armed Forces, relinquishment of assets and more. The Treaty was incorporated into the then newly proposed CiviCon that finalized the reformation of Fjarabrjota. Today -”...
The news anchor loses his words and he stares off camera, discordant shouts break out. The anchorman stands slowly with his hands held level to his eyes before the camera is repositioned to face the floor of the studio. Minutes pass before the shouting dies down and all that can be heard is the shuffling of feet and dragging of objects. A few more moments pass before the camera is readjusted to reveal a man cuffed to a steel chair by his wrists and ankles. Next to him was a light-haired man clad in military gear. His face betrayed no malice despite the circumstance. He turned to face the camera directly and stated thusly:
“Good people, my name is Svikke Sal, formerly a Captain in the Fjaraheim Defense Army, Second Brigade, First Response Unit. I’m here today with our esteemed Leithari, Sikari Mello. Earlier this afternoon my comrades and I escorted him into this great city of Steinveg prior to his inauguration so that I can perform my civic duty.” he said, smile never dimming.
Svikke cleared his throat.
“Now, you must be wondering why I, a Fjaran-born, would commit such an act… the answer is simple. Leithari Mello here has hidden from you a great lie, one that I cannot endure nor should I nor you. SO! Let us begin. Sikari; may I call you that? Can you explain to our country why you’re here now?” he queried, pulling away the cloth around his mouth.
The Leithari’s face was beet-red.
“I’ve no idea what you’re on about, you traitorous scum!” he growled.
Svikke sucked in air and winced as if he was been stung.
“We’re already off to a horrible start it seems!” he said, returning his attention to the camera.
Svikke beckoned someone off screen. A figure in the same attire as he rushed a cylindrical box to him, disappearing just as quickly. Svikke returned his attention to Mello.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked the Leithari, pointing the object at him
Mello stared at it in silence, shifting uncomfortably.
“A chemical agent?..” he said quietly
Svikke clasped his hands together in feigned delight.
“Correct; but I don’t think your viewers heard you. Could you speak up just a bit?” he smirked.
Mello cleared his throat.
“I think it’s a chemical agent.” he repeated audibly.
Svikke nodded, pleased, and turned back to the camera.
“For those of you who don’t understand what a Chemical Agent is, let me inform you. A chemical agent is a weaponizable substance that is intended to create casualties, to destroy supplies and to slow enemy advancement. They are nefarious tools designed to KILL.”
He looked back toward Mello with a stern expression.
“Would you say that is a correct statement?” he inquired.
Mello straightened his back and remained silent. Svikke leaned in closer and asked again in a slow, aggressive tone and a burning gaze.
“Yes.” Mello replied between clenched teeth.
Svikke looked back toward the camera.
“Yes.” he said with a stoney expression.
Returning his gaze toward Mello, he breathed in sharply and looked at the cylinder in his hand.
“Why did you authorize chemical attacks on both Brjotan and Fjaran civilians?”
Mello glared at him furiously.
“I authorized no such thing!” he spat venomously.
Svikke slid the cylinder’s cover open, revealing a long metallic needle.
“You authorized the use of Agent N1 on innocent civilians. Do you know what this amount will do? No? It won’t kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.” he tapped the syringe.
“Not enough in here to kill you but it will leave you severely crippled… that is if I don’t give you the antidote within a minute.”
Svikke swiftly stabbed Mello with the syringe, emptying the contents into his body.
“What have you done?!” Mello gasped.
“WHY DID YOU AUTHORIZE CHEMICAL ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS! YOU HAVE 45 SECONDS!”
Mello’s eyes were wide with fear and he found himself stuttering.
“T-t-t”
“30 SECONDS!” Svikke shouted
“TO SECURE MY POSITION! PLEASE! THE ANTIDOTE!”
Svikke relaxed in his seat content with the outcome.
“What are you doing? GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!”
Svikke only smiled and shook his head.
“There is no antidote for selfishness of your caliber. I didn’t inject you with anything.”
Gunshots could be heard from another room. Svikke replaced the cloth around Mello’s mouth as he began to scream with muffled rage.
“Good people,” he spoke. “For the sake of our future, let us not build our foundation on a body of lies…”
The exchange of bullets intensified.
“Captain! They won't accept our surrender!” shouted an unseen man.
Svikke looked up as the doors to the studio were blown apart from an explosion. Black-clad men in balaclavas stormed the room.
“We’ve surr-”
Svikke, live on air was shot twice in the chest. He collapsed before an audience of millions before the camera was knocked over and bashed with the butt of a rifle. All of Fjarabrjota now knew of the treachery of their first Leithari. All were now left with questions and confusion as the fate of their new country was left to the discretion of a man not to be trusted… unless....
The Novus Prospektus-Idginkerian Trade Deal
Earlier this month we, Nova prospekts, received a message from the Loyalist Party of the Lower idginkers requesting that we establish a trade deal. We sent our Minister of Trade, Cain Mercator, to the Hive of the Lower idginkers to meet the Idginkerian representative, Pudel Gamagar of The Faithless. The translator that we sent with Cain has recorded this conversation that they had:
"So we've received your letter about establishing a trade deal between our two nations." Cain said
"Besides the support of your cause or money, what else do you have to trade for our resources?"
"We have some technology that may be of great use to your nation." Pudel said.
"Like what, if I may ask?"
"Efficient mining drills and servitor technology for your 'unpaid workers'."
"Enlighten me on this servitor technology you speak of." Cain implored.
"It’s a lobotomizing technology that keeps your 'unpaid workers' in line, also opens the door for further cybernetic enhancement, such as drilling prosthetics to increase production."
"Our new corpsestarch process may also interest you."
"and what is that?" Cain asked.
"With our corspestarch creation process you can sustain your 'unpaid workers' with the corpses of their fallen brethren, hence saving money on food expenses in the long run." Pudel said.
"Besides technology to enhance production, we also hear you have an excellent arms industry. What will it take to get access to some of those technologies?" Cain asked.
"Now is not the best time to be selling our military technology, as we are in the middle of a civil war. However, after this war is over, you may have access to as many military technologies as you need."
"Sounds reasonable." Cain said.
A thundering sound could be heard faintly in the distance.
"Oh [UNIDENTIFIED IDGINKERIAN EXPLETIVE], I knew I shouldn't have left the post."
"I have to go immediately" Pudel said.
"It looks like it is time for my departure anyway, just send us a message stating how many resources you need and we'll get them to you once we receive these production-enhancing technologies." Cain said.
"We hope to see that your side wins the war."
Hey out of curiosity but what happened to Spritiuliza?
He quit long ago
Q.Q
SPURTLE, noooo Q.Q
Brain Drain - Dalmat News #1
Platz is a beautiful city, as most would say. A romanesque old town is filled with tourist attractions, stone paths and buildings as well as many services for visitors. History truly comes alive here. The centre expands into a bustling commercial zone and many charming residential districts. The entire city breathes the Dalmat culture.
The sun was high up that day, heating the air beneath. Down below, crowds of people and vehicles were taking time to do their daily commute. However, apart from the usual lively jam, another ruccuss was happening in one of the most famous streets of Platz - Braidon Avenue. You could say it's the most romantic spot in all of Dalmat, containing a dozen museums, art galleries as well as 7th era Government centers. A real jewel of the nation's cultire.
A horde of protesters hurled to the small square in front of the Ministry of Education and Scientific Advancement headquarters. Loud noises broke the pressured air around them, in the center of it all was a speaker on a small improvised stage with a megaphone. Everyone was gathered around him, listening to him speak.
" Why are we here today? Oh, let the Minister explain! ", the young man's words were followed by a roar of admittance from protesters.
" Here we stand - thousands of doctors in all scientific fields, the intelectual elite, pillars of advancement of our very society. We are here to address our issues and disappointment. So, please, if a government official could please come out it would be less shameful of you. ", he continued sharply.
A man with ginger hair was sitting in his office, listening to what's happening outside. The room was lightened by the rays of sunshine coming from the windows and the balcony, which he turned his back to.
" Minister, would you like to speak to them? They're getting louder and louder. Again, I don't believe they'd use viole- "
" You're dismissed, Jessica. ", the Minister interrupted his secretary in frustration, quietly exhaling. The woman swiftly exited his office, the echoing of her high heels could still be heard in the old halls of the building.
He turned in his chair, thinking to himself and disconnecting from the rest of the world. He closed his eyes and pulled his head backwards.
" Public education is miserable. Our children don't get the right academic treatment they ought to have! "
" Our scientific development is non-existant! We can't take advantage of our current position and resources to lead us into a state of economical prosperity! "
" The Government is fiddling with our social and economical policies like if they were a toy! This society can't survive if we continue walking down this path! "
" The most educated residents can't properly enter the work force - we either don't have sufficient positions or not even get employed in the first place. I don't know about you, but I've noticed some nations that are in a huge need of employees in our fields! "
" The academic interest, overall intelligence and care for entering any aspect of the work force is incredibly low. What do you have to say about that?! "
Every statement was followed by cheering and booing. The ground was shaking from the rumble. All of the eyes were perked towards the Ministry, waiting in a sudden silence.
Maorych Fenister, current Dalmat's Minister of Education and Scientific Advancement slowly got up and leaned onto the wall. He took a quick peek at the crowd through his window, noticing a sea of white signs and vibrant colors. He took a big breath and walked towards the exit of his office. While he was departing from his gargantuan, wooden desk, the last words he could hear from his warm seat were the powerful words of the righteous young man on the pedestal :
" If you decide to ignore us, your local airports will face 15,000 doctors taking off to a foreign destination. We have won you the war, Dalmat. It is time to pay the debt. "
OOC : This RP series of messages will cover trending topics that effect the people of Dalmat. I hope to write as many as I can. I thought it'd be a good way to keep up with the current situation and make the RP more enjoyable.
The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, and Mandawai
Let us have a moment of silence for those no longer with us.
A map is being made of the world as it would have been in antiquity. See Roman empire circa 400 ad, lots of small kingdoms and tribes and a few large empires and stuff. If you know what you want as a historical precursor to your nation send me a telegram. If not I will hand wave something in there.
The Skupshtina Election of 322 - Dalmat News #2
In a cyan-coloured studio, sat a news anchor. The crew around her were setting up for the show. She turned to look behind the camera and made eye contact with the producer, a rusty old man wearing a brown top hat.
" Ready? In 5, 4, 3, 2..."
Music started playing on the little screens of millions of watchers across the country followed by a plain news intro. The programme proceeded to show the anchor holding a stack of papers.
" Good evening, Dalmat! This is Melissina Broterev from D1, bringing you an insight in the latest news of Dalmat. Here are the top stories from today. "
The camera cut to a montage of video clips accompanied by a voiceover :
" A cyclone is approaching Dalmatian west coast, thunderstorms expected this weekend. Massive protests in front of the Head House of the Ministry of Education and Scientific Development led by young activists tempted by the recent brain drain. Many are migrating to Idginkers in search for jobs. The Government's IT Ageny hacked - who is behind it all? Tourism on the rise - the statistics are turning out positive for the upcoming season. The Beshnik Cultural Fair is beginning - here is what you can expect from it this year. The campaigning preparations have begun for the 321 Skupshtina elections - all parties are battling for seats. We had a chat with a politics analyst, Bariso Motalum. Marujin Đevad has just been appointed as the coach of Dalmat's football representation. "
" Our first story of the night comes from... ", the anchor coninued. Meanwhile, in another room, the political analyst was getting dressed for the show. He looked nervous, but not because of the stage fright, but because of the concern. He snapped out of it when they called him to enter the studio.
" ... The Brain drain riots are now happening in small amounts in all parts of the land with no response from Government officials. "
" And now it is time to welcome our guest to the studio, dr. sc. Bariso Motalum. ", Melissina Broterev exclaimed with the camera zooming out to fit them both in one frame.
" Thank you. Well, apart from the culture fair and the sports news, there isn't much to look forward to today. ", he cracked a joke.
" So, with the new Skupshtina elections, we have a lot to cover. Could you give us a brief rundown and your speculations? "
" Certainly. You see, as of now, the majority of the seats is currently held by the Social-democratic coalition at 132 seats out of 201. They will face many hardships in these upcoming elections because of their decline. Two of their Ministers resigned, along with the Prime Minister. Many are unhappy with their political actions and newly-formed policies. Authoritarians are becoming more powerful, employing many socio-economical policies in many ways. The Centrists have reached a stall mate. All Libertarian parties are currently holding 25 seats and today they formed the Libertarian coalition which could definetly be a big factor in reaching the majority. Another interesting candidate is the NEO party which goal is to bring a new political perception of society - Neopoliticism. They are quickly gaining support since that is what our citizens appeal to in these times. "
The discussion continued for a good 15 minutes. After analizing countless statistic studies and covering the possible candidates for the Mnistry, the news anchor asked her last question :
" Lately, Dalmat has been seeing a rise in extreme leftist and rightist ideologies and movements. Will they be able to compete? ", you could see she felt uneasy even discussing this topic.
He gulped at her words, his expression turning blank.
" Listen, extremism truly is the venom in our nation that must be condones. It has led to violence, crime and oppression in the past and we should learn from our past experiences. I have been fighting and I will keep on fighting against the Neo-revolvicus movement by warning you not to support nor tolerate this vicious ideology and calling you to fight alongside me. We must not let it happen again! ", Bariso barely found the strength to say these words out loud. His voice cracked a few times during his speech. He looked back to the anchor, patiently sitting while she was closing off the programme.
" That was it for tonight's D1 News. We wish you a wonderful remainder of the evening. Be sure to stay tuned to D1, the tele-novela "Western Ranch" coming next! I am Melissina Broterev, signing out. ", her words were followed by a black-out in the studio lighting, the image fading before turning to the bland show outro.
The analyst felt his left chest and hurried to part from the set and exit the building. As Bariso Motalum was walking towards his car, his phone rang. It was his daughter calling him. He started sobbing and declined the call. He wiped his tears and got into the car. He seemed to be driving for a very long time, getting out of the city, the industrial zone, and stopping near a field. He took a paper note from his pocket and placed it in his car before locking it. He sprinted towards the center of the field and started praying. In the calm surroundings, only crickets could be heard. Suddenly, another noise started beeping. It was coming from Beriso. He took off his taxito, revealing a small, flashy timer clock.
The time has stopped for Beriso. He was waiting in anticipation, in these cold wheat fields, for something to happen, something he wasn't ready for. He closed his eyes and took a long breath before a sudden flash of fire and ash arose in the middle of the field, setting the crops on fire. His cell phone landed a bit farther away, cracked and dirty. The last notification was a message from an anonymus user. In the pitch black darkness, the sole message was written out :
" Long Live The Revolt "
OOC : Here is part two! Yeeyah.
The United Roman Reich, Lower idginkers, Aatelisia, Mandawai, and 1 otherNova prospekts
Map Update March 17, 2018
•Three new people, one is right next door to Ba.
Kazarian you claimed hex 1620, a sea tile. If you meant another one, please TG me, and I'll change it next update. You can claim an additional hex this week in the meantime.
The United Roman Reich and Dalmat
Hi
A New Era
Many reporters were gathered in the Polaris Spire briefing hall. A dozen cameras were snapping shots at once. Indeed, the photos promised to be spectacular: the setting Polarean sun illuminated pristine gray surface of the walls and the ceiling as well as the many Polarean and UNEP flags through giant windows. President Tiberius Fauxus walked to the tribune and addressed the gathered crowd.
"Our time is one of challenges," he began, "to our security, to our unity and to our prosperity. The war in Idginkers is becoming more bloody by the day. Their rogue fleet is now a serious threat to our trade routes. Whispers of foreign intervention multiply by the hour. Our region can descend into chaos."
Tiberius paused.
"Yet it is also a time of great opportunity," he continued. "We can allow the region to continue its descend into discord and destruction, or we can stand for our values and protect ourselves. We can usher our region into a new age of prosperity, security, integrity and freedom."
Another pause as the snapping of cameras filled the silence.
"It is Polarean and the UNEP commitment to protect and maintain stability of our region, its security and prosperity, therefore it has been decided that the Polarean Navy will establish a full-time military base on the Occidus island to the west from Polarisium," he announced and a wave of whispers ran through the crowd. "We will protect our trade and we will protect trade in the entire region – with our ships, our airforce and our space navy if necessary.”
Yet another pause had reporters whispering among themselves, guessing if they would be allowed to ask questions at the end of the president's speech. The sun was coming ever closer to the horizon, coloring the hall with its soft crimson light. Tiberius, meanwhile, continued.
“Another pleasant surprise and a welcome opportunity is the emergence of our neighbors as an active member of the international community. We hope that the nation of Fjarabrjota will become our partner and perhaps even an ally... You may ask your questions now, gentlemen.”
The reporters scrambled to follow the suggestion. Numerous people spoke at once. Tiberius pointed at one of them, the rest thankfully grew silent.
“Mr. President,” the man said, “Docum Mirecium, Polarean Timeline,” the reporter himself, “how would you comment the allegations that the UNEP is supporting one of the sides in the Idginkerian civil war?”
“It’s utter nonsense,” Tiberius replied without missing a beat. “We only provide humanitarian aid to those who need it: medicine, food and water only. Next question, please,” he pointed at one of the women in the crowd.
“Agrippina Tericia, Modern Attitude,” she said, “will the cost of such an operation as well the cost of maintaining a base so far off our costs not cripple the budget?”
“The reserve fund is more than capable of handling all expenditures,” Tiberius replied smoothly. “Besides, our budget has been balanced for years, we have enough reserves to conduct such operations without any threat to our welfare.”
“Mr. President, SkySpeech,” a man called, “would it not be better to allocate those funds toward social programs for unemployed, for ecxample?”
“Absolutely not,” Tiberius replied. “No family is glad to have freeloaders on its back, why should we provide for them? We stand on principles of hard work and merit. Those who work shouldn't pay for those who don't. We have stated it in our electoral campaign and we are not going to change this.”
“Mr. President, what do you think...”
“Mr. President, could you comment...”
“Mr. President, how would you respond to...”
Hello!
OOC : I'd like to expand to hex no. 2613, please
Revolting
" That was it for tonight's D1 News. We wish you a wonderful remainder of the evening. Be sure to stay tuned to D1, the tele-novela "Western Ranch" coming next! I am Melissina Broterev, signing out. ", her words were followed by a black-out in the studio lighting, the image fading before turning to the bland show outro.
However, apart from the outro, there was silence. The image was unclear and shaky as a dark figure approached near the screen. Everyone at homes was shocked and dismayed at this sudden broadcast, panic and confusion were on the rise.
As many were glued to the screens, some waiting for their favourite tele-novela to start, the man in the broadcast started speeking.
" You may be wondering what this is all about. No, this is not a mistake. No, this is not a D1 broadcast. But I highly encourage you to hear me out. ", he spoke, clearly adding the voice distortion effect. His face still couldn't be seen.
Back at the D1 studio, the staff watched in fear as the technicians tried to unravel the problem, but were helpless. The citizens at home were sending their children to bed early as the man continued to speak, some nosey children creeping behind them to see this mysterious man on the television.
" It was the year 310, when our brethren bravely stood up against the oppresion of the burgouasie. The industrial workers suffered from low salaries, hard, insufferable work, discrimination from the rest of the society and poor living conditions. We were pushed in a ghetto like sheep in a herd, laughed at and spat on. All the promises we have heard about the great Neo-Kashtenic industry became empty words. We were completely disconnected from the rest of the world. And when we stood up for freedom and change, they have commited violent crimes, slaughtered us, raped our women and took our children. They entered our petty homes and destroyed them for all eternity. Now they are buried in ashes. Our brethren fought against this disjustice and were obliterated. The Revolt was the only way to speak up against their screams and we have failed. "
Widespread euphoria was happening. Some were shouting and celebrating the new day on the horizon, while most were either terrified or furious. People started going out to the streets, bar fights occured. It was already becoming mad. The Prime Minister, Serino Bozhov, was locked inside his office building. In fact, the whole Ministry was. Security was coming to secure important Government centers in fear of an uprising.
" Now, we have another chance. Are you ready to support our cause and demolish the reign of the immoral, the reign of the corrupt? I hope you are, that is the only right solution. You will se us thrive, our enemies defeated. If you are one of the Oppressors, this is what might happen to you... ", the black figure stopped and the broadcast was changed to an image of a middle-aged man standing in a wheat field. He was crying with his hand on his left chest. Nervous ticking was heard alongside the man's sobbing as the moon was being covered by a thick, gray cloud. The man wheeped one last time before being blasted off from existance. A bomb set off setting the entire field on fire. Now, only the tickling of the burning crops could oversound the chirping of the crickets.
" Now then. Where do you stand? ", the screen cut to the man again. The lights slowly turned on and the man in a red mask stood in the fore ground with his arms wide open. As the camera was slowly zooming outwards, it revealed dozens upon dozens armored military vehicles, tanks, several aircrafts and many armed Revoltists. The broadcast finally finished with a black screen with the sentence " LONG LIVE THE REVOLT " written in crimson.
The bafuzzled staff of the Dalmat 1 TV Station was even more speechless when they've noticed that the tele-novela started automatically playing.
Meanwhile, the Ministry centre was in a full-on discussion about these events.
" Sir, they've hacked into our IT Intelligence Service and stole a good portion of our military equipment! "
" Sons of bitches! ", screamed the Ministed of Defence. " Do we know their location? "
" I can't believe it.. ", stated a Government employee browsing through the Intelligence files tracking the broadcast.
" Speak, officer! "
" They are located in a few hangar facilities in the northeast of the Ratvien river that we have abandoned in the third year of the war. "
" How could they have entered? Sent troops right now! We need to silence this Revolt. We can't let it happen again.. ", the Ministed shouted, his tone getting softer near the end.
Ah, a note to your old posts. Nice.
Ubertas, Sector 0428
Nova Prospekts, 8134
The suns were veiled by a thick blanket of white on the morning of Zima 13, 8134. Drops of rainwater pelted the roof of the ruddy shack I was staying in, running down the roof's ridges as if it were a gutter, and eroding itself a small stream down the hill where I reside. A tall, bulky, figure approached me in a quickening pace. It's loud, crisp, voice piercing through the static of the downpour.
"Heavy rains we've got today eh?" said the man in a jesting manner.
"It's been raining since Klid, Gioviello.
His face was now fully visible, covered in a faint stubble of what was once a beard with a open cut on his cheek.
"Still using last month's razors?", I asked.
"Well, I meant to go by the shop to get some yesterday, but they haven't received this month's imports yet." Gioviello said.
"That's strange." I said.
"They usually arrive on the 9th every month."
"Perhaps, they've been raided by pirates." Gioviello said.
"Maybe so, because we all know that those pesky pirates are in dire necessity of soap and razors." I jested.
"Well, that's not the only thing we need to worry about." Gioviello said. "That shipment is also where a majority of our food comes from. Unless you want to risk eating the exotic foods in the forests here, which may or may not kill you."
"We could always ask the Intabas a couple of kilometres south." I said.
"If we get to close to the Intabas they'd probably eat US." Gioviello said.
"I'm sure they have plenty of other means of getting food than cannibalizing random colonists." I said.
"Anyway, are you ready to go to work?" Gioviello said.
"Yeah, just let me get my coat."
I walked back inside my shed and put on my rugged coat and began to head toward the mines. The walk to the iron mine Gioviello and I worked at was about 100 meters give or take.
As we neared the entrance of the mine a deafening explosion boomed upwards from the chasm. Gioviello and I grabbed picks and hardhats and headed in. As we journeyed further into the mine we saw a pile of rubble blocking one of the minecart rails. A faint wail of pain could be heard from under the rocks. Gioviello and I lifted some of the rocks until we saw the miner. Gioviello and I pulled him out of the rubble and set him against the wall and asked him what happened. His response was incoherent except for a few words I could make out. These words were something along the lines of: "Flatus... shortage... homemade explosives..."
Flatus was our mine's excavation "expert" ever since our last one, Lapillus died from mesothelioma. Flatus was only trained in the composition of explosives and not so much the use of them.
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"From the sounds of it, it sounds like Flatus made his own explosives instead of using the URR's because of a shortage." I said.
"The fatuus must of used too much." Gioviello said.
"You carry the miner up to the medic's and I'll look for more survivors." I said.
"I guess I'll go, but only because I don't want this one to die." Gioviello said.
"Don't you die on me while I'm gone"
As Gioviello took the miner up to the surface I began to plow through this wall of rocks with my pick. The task wasn't as physically draining as usual. This time I just pryed rocks out of the pile and let them roll back towards the entrance of the cave. After about 10 minutes of this process an aperture to the rest of the cave was opened up.
What lay beyond that entrance was absolutely horrifying. A rock that fell when I walked through slid off the rubble and crushed a maimed corpse that lay on the other side, its blood then spattering on the nearest cave wall. Beyond that there lay other maimed corpses, dismembered limbs and heads. The corpse nearest to blast being the one of Flatus, that reckless chemist, who doomed all these men, 5 of them in total. I checked to see if there was any signs of life within these caves but there was no response. I began to carry the dead to the surface for they deserved a proper burial. I laid them by the fence that is located near the entrance and headed for town to tell the other miners.
When I arrived at the little mining town on the coast, which was called Ubertas, a group of townsfolk were gathered around the medic's. I took a passage around to the back of the medic's through the forest. It takes about 2 minutes longer, but it beats having to plow through a crowd of townsfolk. When I arrived at the medic's, a ruddy, red building with a rugged roof, I could still hear the murmur of the townsfolk on the other side. When I went and knocked on the door, I was greeted with a familiar face, that of Gioviello's.
"Glad you could made it back, friend." Gioviello said.
"That miner's alive, but he's not doing so well."
"It was the poor guy's first day on the job."
"Speaking of the job, all of those other men are dead." I said.
"I have them on the surface, laid against the fence."
"We need to gather some men to go bury their bodies.
"Alright, I'll go with you to look for some volunteers." Gioviello said.
Gioviello and I exited the medic's through the back door and headed for the town's center. It was about 8:00 when we got there, and the shops were barely open. (We usually go to the mines on the early shift, about 6:00-18:00) We went into the general store to find some able-bodied men to help us bury bodies, for some usually stop buy there to buy supplies before going to work the mines, but when we walked in the store was completely void of people except for the clerk. Gioviello and I then walked up to the register.
"Have you seen any men pass through here lately?" I asked.
"Not ever since I ran out of stock." The clerk replied.
"Looks like we'll have to look someplace else." I said.
As we left the general store we could saw a large crowd gathered near the coast. We decided to go there to see what's going on and to see if anyone would help bury bodies. As we drew nearer we could see a ship sailing towards the bay. Right when we arrived behind the newly formed crowd we recognized the symbol on the ship's sail, it was the symbol of the Roman Navy. They finally arrived on shore and a man with a military uniform walked down from the ship. He began to deliver a speech.
"Men and women of Nova prospekts, 
The United Roman Reich has sent us here to deliver the news that you are now officially independent from our nation." He said.
A roar of applause went through the crowd and the officer began you walk back up the ramp. Once he reached the deck they withdrew the ramp. He then began to speak again.
"This however means we will no longer supply you goods anymore. Good luck."
The ship began to sail away. Some townsfolk, in a futile attempt to catch up with the ship started to swim towards it. Others ran to the food storage and began to pillage it. Gioviello and I started run out of town and go bury the bodies ourselves as no one else would do it. After a few minutes of walking we came across a group of men in pitch black jackets discussing some sort of plan. Gioviello began to speak.
"What are you men doing out here at 10:00 in the morn, haven't you heard the town's gone mad?"
"Gone mad from what?" a man with combed black hair asked.
"The URR done abandoned us and the townsfolk are raiding the food storage." Gioviello said.
"Well then." The black-haired man said.
"It looks like it's finally time."
-P. Ferraio
Von Neumann 2210
Tryorsza, Machinist Union of Servoth
Sorgi walked in from the street, rain dripping from his transparent plastic poncho onto the marble tile of the floor.
The Soszkyai1 word for ‘Body’ written in pink neon hung from the ceiling, and under it in blue ‘A Division of the SIREC, LLC’. A joke; SIREC owned every business in the nation, and SIREC was owned by the Antilevs2, the military rulers of the state. And the Antilevs, they were all machines, AI, artificial intelligences.
Sorgi supposed they branded it that way to make things more palatable to visiting tourists, though he could only guess how many foreigners wanted to be chipped in a Servothinyii body augmentation shop.
Sorgi moved further into the building, the room was a minimalist, with the walls, ceiling, and floor covered in white marble. Mounted on a divider, they had installed a series of prosthetic limbs and artificial body parts together in the shape of a setryl, though without skin. Thus, leaving it as a body of exposed plasticine black muscle, ligaments of sterile white, where the eyes had been installed to glow a neon blue, and the bone and teeth in gold. Realistic and alien in the detail they had taken in completing it, every minor muscle and strand of flesh, veins and all. A corpse of plastic and metal, render wholly in the middle of a store.
Sorgi inched closer, a morbid curiosity washed over him, pulled him in to get a good look. Suddenly, the thing moved, it’s face turned towards Sorgi, eyes locked upon him. Blue, and burning.
Its hand reached out to him, grabbing his forearm, it’s metal claws digging into his grey uniform and into his flesh.
Sorgi instinctively attempted to pull away, he succeeded, ripping the sleeve of his uniform and the skin off his arm as he fell backwards. He was mortified, where skin had been, was now the same black synthetic muscle as the automaton.
Sorgi looked up, now confused, the automaton was gone, and the room had transformed in a marble cube empty of all other things such as the sign or exit.
In an instant, six figures appeared around his, standing in a circle. His vision began to distort, like someone had placed a magnet too close to CRT television.
The figures were like something out of a medical textbook, each one a living 3D representation of a setryl’s organ systems cast in translucent blue light. One the nervous system, another the digestive, one the skeletal, and one as the muscular system, another the cardiovascular, and the final one the lymphatic. Each ‘figure’ had a polygonal shape of white light around where their heads were.
Emanating from them, in a voice like legion, they spoke in unison, “Function cannot be completed. He must be brought forth.”
Sorgi attempted to scream, but awoke instead, his comrade standing above him.
East of Servoth, ‘Hex 2210’
Sorgi sat on in a train, slightly slumped over, his friend and fellow soldier above him, Yori. Yori had been lightly shaking Sorgi, in attempt to wake him. “You alright, Sorgya3?”
Sorgi brushed Yori’s hand aside, blinking his eyes a few times; Sorgi’s eyes were an artificial neon blue, both he and Yori were heavily augmented, they had been for years. Yori took to it, well, comfortable with the transition. Sorgi, on the other hand, had suffered terrible nightmares.
“Sorgya?” Yori asked again.
“I’m fine, Yorya.” Sorgi said, “Just gotta remember not to fall asleep on train rides. Have we arrived?”
“Yes, we crossed the old border half an hour ago. We’re in new state territory.” Yori replied. “Get up, we have to get our assignments.”
Sorgi stood and walked with Yori off the train onto the station floor.
The station was abuzz with activity as Servothinyi forces annexed the area. Materials and equipment moved in, as did soldiers and workers.
“A new part of the State, eh Sorgya? Wonder what the Bots want with it.” Yori said, pushing ahead.
“No idea.” Sorgi replied, something had caught his attention. A glowing figure in the middle of the rushing commuters, like the ones in his dream, the people around it completely unaware like only he could see it.
Sorgi turned and away and followed Yori, who was moving in the opposite direction of the figure. He tried not to think about it.
FOOTNOTES
1. Soszkyai is the language commonly spoken in Servoth.
2. The Antilevs are the military leaders who rule Servoth politically, they have been in power since 250 of the Eighth Era. While organic persons filled the position, nowadays, all Antilevs are AIs.
3. Sorgya and Yorya are diminutive versions of the names Sorgi and Yori respectively, the forms are used to indicate friendship or friendliness.
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