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Today's World Census Report
The Rudest Citizens in The Galactics Union
World Census experts telephoned citizens from all nations at just before dinner time, in a study to determine which populations were most brash, rude, or brusque.
As a region, The Galactics Union is ranked 4,777th in the world for Rudest Citizens.
|1.||The Dark Imperium of Awitha||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“One Nation, One People!”|
|2.||The Unrepentant Autocracy of Jaraldor||Father Knows Best State||“You can trust me; I don't pretend this is a Democracy.”|
|3.||The Anercian Federation of Jesruriz||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“In the stars, our home we shall build together”|
|4.||The Republic of New Saharia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Born in Darkness, Burning through the Night.”|
|5.||The Conglomerate of Sakoor||Father Knows Best State||“Strength through Progress”|
|6.||The Heliarchy of Rykil||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Now and Forever.”|
|7.||The Most Serene Republic of Orthallia||Corporate Bordello||“Pride and Industry”|
|8.||The Imperial Authority of Technocracy of Vermell||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“We are Consonant”|
|9.||The Confederacy of Venthor||Moralistic Democracy||“Mission Accomplished”|
|10.||The Star Haunters of Kinmoon||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Usah'nyne Superiority is The Only Truth”|
Last poll: “The Age of Castillo Part 1: Jose's Success”
- : The Republic of Sykola arrived from Balder.
- : Burneraccountie ceased to exist.
- : The Dictatorship of The Empire and Government of Draconnia departed this region for The Dimensional Rift.
- : The Raikatist Republic of Tageansaleeh arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese departed this region for The furry union.
- : The Airborne Flock of Migrating Geese arrived from The Gambia.
- : The Kingdom of Kayzell departed this region for Chicken overlords.
- : The Kingdom of Kayzell arrived from Mobius.
- : The Dictatorship of The Empire and Government of Draconnia arrived from The South Pacific.
- : Alpha leonis ceased to exist.
The Galactics Union Regional Message Board
Emergency Localized Mobilization Act
To respond to the sudden and seemingly coordinated attacks on Federation military and civilian infrastructure on Galphon, the second most developed planet in the Federation, an emergency meeting was called into session by Consul Varric Burns. Using the party whip again he quickly expedited the voting process, and within an hour the ELMA act was introduced into law. Making available to him, the powers to suspend local governments and declare martial law on any planet with hostile forces unable to taken care of by planetary defense forces.
Immediately Galphon was in a state of Martial Law, Major General Alphonso Qual of the 32nd Federal Legion was brought in to serve as acting military governor. With minor protests from the planetary council and resistance from local Path Coalition branches, this action remained uncontested, giving Varric the go ahead to send the 32nd Legion. Alongside them a detachment of BSO Agents to serve as intelligence coordinators and spies to find these violent insurgents.
As they would be at Galphon, they would notice immediately the amount of bodies scattered around the ground, in broken buildings that appeared to be demolished as they would near the center of the city. The bodies would be lined up in the streets, in the thousands to the millions. Truly, this was a catastrophic design, and even moreso observing that some of them were hanged up on signs, barechested. But what made this even worse...was looking at the actual bodies. When observed, they would notice that all of the eyes would be glowing blue, yet lifeless. On the top of their heads were holes that would radiate different colors on each purple. Some would be pink, some yellow. Some blue, some green. As the bodies would be further examined, further going down the square, all of the regiment would bare witness to an odd yet terrifying sight. In the square was a large ratchet of noise, as it would seem a strange entity would stand amidst the glowing lights, seeming to hold an individual in the air (telepathically, in a sense) as the entity would be examining a glowing object right in front of the individual. The entity would be studying the glowing object, pointing to different parts and glowing before pointing to another. It would echo, in a rather strange yet studious manner...
"Failure, disappointing, irrelevant...bah, this one is getting me nowhere. This planet's life is as worrisome as the ones at the other. There's got to be something here..."
Upon closer examination, the entity would be wearing dark robes and have a mist of different colors surrounding his hands. What was the strangest was...by god...his head was a literal pebble. No eyes, no ears, no mouth of any kind...just a pebble.
“Mr. Executor - Sir Ellecon, is that you?”
A team of Marines had found Ellecon. He was entranced, sitting on the floor watching the city burn through the blown-out hull of the Citadel. His eyes met the opaque visor of the marine’s helmet.
Barely pulling himself back to reality, he stood up and turned to look outwards. “What of the Command staff?”
“We’ve evacuated them to a triage facility onboard an FTC station. They all seem to be alright…” The soldier was only slightly lying.
“Sir… Nobody could have survived… Please, we have to leave. We’re scuttling the Citadel…”
A speck of anger from Ellecon; “By whose authority was that order given?”
“Vice Executor Libitina herself, Sir… The building won’t stand on its own much longer…”
“Belay that order. I don’t care if we have tractor-tugs holding it upright, for God’s sake…”
Just before he started to lose hope that he would be able to restore Nav control, the helmsman of the Dominator noticed that whatever had seized control of the navigation systems had just… gone away. Not stopping to tell the Commander first, he immediately engaged manual thruster control - taking hold of a small joystick mounted on his console, he pulled up gently and rolled back the throttle. “Manual helm control is back online! I’m diverting course!”
Onlookers below would watch the carrier cut upwards, slowing down and gaining altitude before passing safely over the High Court. They likely never knew anything was wrong…
The Siege of Edekar had come to a close. With the city left in ruins and the death count reaching in the millions, this day would be one remembered for centuries in the hearts and minds of the Saharian people. All across the Republic, citizens bore witness to one of the darkest days in Saharia’s short history. Many feared the worst was yet to come - predictions for revolt and widespread unrest would permeate the nation for months. This would all have fallen right into place for Castillo’s efforts…
But the trillions of individuals which called Saharia home were weary of isolation - many centuries of deafening silence after the collapse of Humanity’s final holdouts were still fresh in the minds of many. The Saharian Republic - the only hope for Human civilization in the Silent Arm - would not be allowed to die so easily.
They had a decade to prepare for a threat such as this - and they were more than ready.
Military recruitment offices were flooded with volunteers - more civilian craft would arrive on Viskova to deliver donated food, supplies and construction components - and civil servants rallied across the nation to help coordinate defense and contingency procedures for all populated systems. Martial law would be lifted, and everyday life would attempt to return to normal. A wave of unity would choke most superstitions of disloyalty - for the first time, the people of the Republic were united in cause - cries for war would begin to reach the ears of the Central Command...
Cool Welcome: First Reach: (New Saharia)
Major General Smith leans forward and says. “I’m sure the men would love a few days of shore leave before making the return trip.”
Admiral Teel motions for the Major General to sit back then says. “Let us not be too hasty, Major General. When should the Envoys make it to here from the Hanger?”
Vulcan: Torment of the Unknown.
The Emperor stands looking at the particular way the civil guard troops are acting. ”Commander, what are they looking at?”
The Commander approaches the screen and stares at it for a while until replying. “Honestly, sir I have no clue.”
The Emperor looks over to a tech in the room. ”Could you pull up the visor displays of two guards from each regiment?”
The tech looks up quickly then does as asked. The screen shows the same as what the three drones previously had been transmitting. [b][i]”Switch it back to the drones and begin recording. Commander Arim you incharge while I figure out what is going on.”
Commander Arim looks at the Emperor confused. ”What do you mean, sir?”
”I mean that I am going to the downed ship that showed the first signs of whatever is happening. The Emperor leaves the command room and gathers some gear and two guards then leaves for the ship that the effect started near first by speeder.
Most soldiers fall to the ground from the intense pressure, some begin to scream and others pass out. The few soldiers that didn’t fall to the ground support themselves with the vehicles.
As the mist would grow stronger around them, and the moon shone even brighter a bright blue, the sky and the stars would reflect off each soldier, glinting light on each of their armor. The beautiful sky would grow even brighter as the humming would reverberate through the environment around them, and the soldiers would now see cute little blue bubbles of light surrounding them, with little black eyes. They all cooed and awed at the soldiers, surrounding them and brushing against them all.
Suddenly, the soldiers would spot something coming out of the ship, small and delicate. It seemed to be...some kind of doll with button eyes. It would be woolen and looked like a gardener, a florist. It didn't speak, but it looked at the soldiers and waved at them. It then motioned for them to follow her, waving her hand towards her way before ducking under the ship's debris.
About then, Shani realizes that whoever is operating these things does not play around. Either she was going to somehow bring this thing down or it was going to kill her, and she wasn't letting a simple drone be her last fight. This wasn't like Mr house's drones, it was really life or death. Since indirectly trying to bring it down would put her right where missiles could hit, the only choice was to get up close and personal with an armed drone. But hey, at least it wasn't a demon or a deranged British fascist.
Wish one leap she's up on the roof, then another high jump carrier her almost to the drone, and one last teleport gets her all the way up to the drone's engines, which she blasted a panel off with a shadow magic blast. The inside looked like the old jet engines she'd seen, and those had a nasty habit of exploding when even lightly damaged. She pulled out a wire and broke apart a pipe carrying the fuel before jumping down below the drone, hoping that the engine would blow before it could turn and attack.
And indeed the engine detonates, violently. Flaming scrap metal flies out in all directions as a turbine blade nearly impales the superhero before lodging deep into the road. The drone crashes into the road, exploding into a small mushroom cloud and catching fire as the missiles start going off randomly.
But that was not the end.
Blotting out the sun came some megaship in the sky which closely resembled a submarine in shape but much more massive than any existing ship. In mere seconds missiles cascaded down from the sky as the gargantuan ship fires what must've been hundreds of high explosives missiles down before once again disappearing. The only thing it left behind was craters, broken drones, and a single call sign echoing on the radio: Alicorn
Vulcan: Torment of the Unknown.
The conscious soldiers start crawling towards the ships, some even take off their helmets as they adjust to the pressure. The Emperor arrives at one of the sites wearing hazmat helmet and sealed combat armor, his guards wear their standard issue armor since it is sealed and has a filter. The Emperor approaches the soldiers that are crawling towards the ship, and instantly he and his guards start feelings the pressure but not to the extent the soldiers are since the Emperor and his guards are augmented, his guards barely feel the pressure due to the armor, the Emperor feels the pressure hard but by using the force he keeps the pressure lower. The group of newcomers follow the soldiers towards the ship.
With the new worlds claimed, the only logical path forward would be to begin researching new technologies to make both mining and manufacturing more efficient. Some newly researched technologies will be used for new weapons and defenses in case a war breaks out, or just claiming a planet and it's denizens.
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