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I shall return to posting on Friday I've been away but I have ideas for Shrive and the EU might have some plans idk

PUBLIC: SIPHER Open to Further International Cooperation
The Scientific Institute of Pharmaceutics, Health, and Energy Research has made public their intentions to engage in further international projects. SIPHER is already partnering with Uelvan on an experimental energy project, and is looking to begin new projects in health and pharmaceutical projects. SIPHER is officially an independent organization with government subsidized projects, but also (unofficially) operates as a research arm for illegal and amoral operations separate from the Chorus.
It is believed- though not proven- that SIPHER possesses all the evils of Korahlia, including B-SAW genetic material, Bloodspawn queen eggs, the ZERO virus, Blightworm eggs, unfertilized "Artemis" embryos, Gorgon breeding tanks, and all manner of horror. SIPHER has publicly stated they hold all past paperwork and documentation of B-SAW projects, but claim to not possess the equipment or information necessary to create B-SAWs.

SECRET: SIPHER Acquires Soybo, World's First Soy-based Life-form
Utilizing their private security force, SIPHER had acquired the organism known as "Soybo" from a lab in eastern Iaezandria. The soy-based organism was chopped and burned to a manageable size before being contained and transported to an unknown SIPHER facility. Scientists assigned to the project intend to understand Soybo and perfect it into a self-replenishing food-source. It is still unknown if Soybo has any amount of sentience or if the dozens of deaths accredited to it were unfortunate accidents.

INTERCEPTED: "Day of the Highblood" Bomber Identified
The unique detonation at the Day of the Highblood carnival has been traced by CLOUD back to an individual known to law enforcement. Nitrina "Little Miss Boom" Detovka (birth name unknown) was born in Iaezandria to Uelvani parents and became known to CLOUD after she was tied to several high-profile robberies in which she provided tailored explosives and ammunition. Witnesses and informants have described Detovka has possessing a "superhuman" knack for explosives, creating devices that seem to defy physics and display science yet to be discovered by others, some even believing she is a parahuman of some kind. Once identified by CLOUD, the information was passed on to Duskwatch, who intend to locate and apprehend Detovka to prove their usefulness to the Chorus and continue their partnership with the government.

End Days

Where were you the day sickness and pestilence rampaged?
When they purged cities from the map; as if they never existed?

Everyone
Everywhere
2309 - ?

Beginning: Rise

"As more and more people continue to get sick, the Agency for Disease Control and Prevention has submitted a recommendation to the Eucadian government, asking to begin sealing off major cities to prevent the spread of the virus." said the reporters on the TV.

It is with a heavy heart today, that I, King Aaronius Stone, officially sign the CONTROL Declaration into official policy. Effective immediately, the cities of Manhattan, Alderney, Algonquin, Brooklyn, Eskos, Tanzer, Northern, and Central, are to be sealed off as the National Guard begins quarantine efforts. May the Gods be with us.

"Some neighborhoods in the capital have also been sealed. ADCP says this new strain of flu has gone airborne and by the end of the week, billions in Eucadia and throughout Pandora, could be affected. It is unknown where it began, but the first reports of the T-Strain Flu were reported in New Osea..."

Where were you the day the world ran out of food?
When hungry and thirsty children died, their parents feeling lost and hopeless?

A heatwave turned drought is gripping much of the Luverian continent. The Eucadian midwest, often referred to as the breadbasket of the world, is struggling to cope with the drought. Ranches and farms are all but dying and the states in the midwest, currently dealing with the national health crisis, have their resources stretched thin.

"We're trying to divert state funding to the current epidemic as millions of our residents are coming down with the flu. On top of this, this is the worst drought we've seen in a century. We don't have plans in place to deal with this level of catastrophe and we’re doing everything we can to help.”

Lines around grocery stores stretch for countless city blocks. Food banks around the world are also stretched thin.

“We’ve referred people to other agencies but it's pointless. Those other agencies are also running low on food.”

Reports are coming in from around the globe that shortages may affect other countries. Eucadian authorities are coordinating their efforts with third parties. “This affects all of us.”

...

Eclipsed sun wrote:

Who knows though? Maybe at the start of the school year I will find some motivation and grind away at this revolution I’ve been working on. Whatever happens I wanted to let y’all know that it has been nice 6 years (jeez it feels so much shorter than that) getting to know all of you and to RP with you.

- Colin

I have a similar sentiment, work and school have me busy as anything and I don't really have time to spend here. In my 8 (9?) years of doing this I've seen how we've all changed but more than that it's been cool to see how we have all evolved as people, how even though we couldn't feel ourselves changing, looking back we can't deny we did. Much as I hate to say it none of us will ever get the hours we spent writting our factbooks and posts back, but I for one am glad I spent a crazy amount of time here with you all making a record of who we were, who we are and how we changed. I don't know if I'm posting here again but I know some cold lonely night I'll come back to see how far we've all come. Thanks for the good times lads.

Friday Freshman, Telemarcia, and Uelvan

SIPHER to Combat Eucadian Strife
SIPHER have quickly made public their projects into renewable food sources as well as offered assistance in combatting the T-Strain Flu. A spokesperson for the Institute read a letter written by the board:
"We have no less than fourteen projects working on contingencies for the outbreak. Everything from vaccines and cures to genetically modified blightworm that can eat infected corpses, or counter-viruses rendering the infected incapable of spreading the T-Strain Flu any further."
However, in order for SIPHER to follow through on any one of these contingencies they would require a wide array of samples both of the virus and infected individuals. With the approval of the Eucadian Federation, SIPHER would like to send a security force and epidemiologists to Eucadia to either collect samples or set up a SIPHER station in Eucadia from which they can continue their research.
Telahmin Abhishek has voiced his support of such an action, stating that "this is what SIPHER was founded for," and that "an international body [SIPHER] without legal restrictions can be more effective, even in unilateral operations, than state-affiliated bodies."

I'll do posting tonight maybe. Also, proud to announce that to revitalize the region, I've linked your keyboards to The Blockchain. More typing means more IstanBux. Post for your coins, piggies!

I have some stuff in the works. I promise.

First week of school is always hectic

Korahlia

A QUEENDOM IS BORN

The world was a chaotic place, danger looming around every corner and uncertain futures awaiting almost every stagnant and crumbling state. It was a world in which few new or small nations could succeed, lest they be gobbled up by the opportunists that circled round like ravenous vultures. Nonetheless, where civilization takes root, humanity will naturally build, and from these meagre beginnings nations rise. Such was the case of Meridian, the isles where a great state once stood, recently toppled and reverted into anarchic squalor.

Hiere was not some hastily fashioned state lain upon the corpse of its predecessor. It was rather a rejection of Consentualism, and a reaffirmation of the people's belief in the monarchy. Not in the Warrendrops, of course, with their Parliamentary system and stagnant ways; in Absolute Monarchy, that most decisive and unpredictable model of governance, where the people shackle themselves to a mere individual, placing their souls in the hands of a single and unwavering lord.

The Queendom of Hiere would be led by Queen Patricia, a young but enterprising young woman with ties to the Warrendrops. Unlike her relatives she was decisive, conservative and successful. She came from a noble background and had gone to finishing school in Belka, where her peers included the Foulkes and the Frederiks. She had run in the same circles as the Newmans in Eucadia, had spent a year living with the Balders in Recheve, and had attended almost every major diplomatic event in the past ten years. She was a rising young star on the international stage, and it was likely her hope that she would one day become second in command to a powerful monarch in one of the Great States, an international power in her own right, not simply in the connections she held. Now however, she was called back to her homeland, a disastrous wreck of an island rife with death, evil and suffering. Nonetheless, as she would often remind her advisors, "The truest hearts lay upon themselves the lowliest duties." The isle was a gem, buried deep inside a godforsaken shell of dirt and refuse. It was Patricia's responsibility to dig it out.

For now, the state is small. The maritime city of Harmonia, newly settled upon the northern coast, is all that is securely held under the Queendom's control. Its only garrison is the 1st Royal Infantry Corps and the Royal Artillery Commission, enough to stave off raiders and reactionaries, but no good for conquest. The ability of the new state to develop and innovate will be key in determining whether or not it can grow, rallying new allies to its cause and unifying the great isles of Meridian.

BY THE RISING OF THE MOON
Harmonia, Hiere
The First Council of Notables
2300 Hours

"It is a cruel moon, your majesty. The heavens foretell disaster."

Queen Patricia sat upon her modest oak throne, her chin resting upon her fist as she stared out a nearby window, eclipsed in deep thought. Before her stood the First Council of Lords, a colourful collection of influential figures from around the area. Front and centre were her trusted Marshals, former firemen, policemen and soldiers whose loyalty had carried over to Hiere, men who favoured order over personal gain. Between them they held the true power over most of the Queendom's muscle and sinew, and thus they had been carefully selected by the Queen for their honour and sense of duty. Most of them had been given a helping hand to get to where they were; their predecessors pushed into retirement, or otherwise "persuaded" to see the Queen's desires as their own. Aside from the Marshals there stood a number of distinguished lawyers and judges, some scientists, former politicians turned advisors, holy men from a variety of churches and other notable intellectuals or public figures. Only around 60% of those summoned had actually arrived, and most were confused as to why they were included. It was understandable why. Though Patricia had the popular support of Harmonia, she did not herself hold any true power, and had made no movements to establish herself or solidify her rule. The summons were really more of a suggestion than a royal order, and those that had chosen not to arrive were the most powerful, sending a message regarding their loyalties with their absence.

"Your majesty, shall we... proceed?"

Patricia raised her head to look at the man speaking, a wiry bespectacled man clad in a well tailored blue suit with several medals pinned to his chest. He was Marshal Pinnard, a former clerk who had demonstrated some limited tactical proficiency during the Third South Westwinds War. Astonishingly, he was the most accomplished man Patricia had been able to appoint to her staff. He was not some buff, inspiring figure, but he knew the logistics of running a military.

"Yes. We shall."

Pinnard smiled. Patricia's second in command, Lord Huesmann the Duke of Campton, stepped out from beside her.

"This Council is now in order. First, let us hear fro-"

Huesmann was interrupted by the Queen, who raised a single hand to silence him. He nodded and stepped back, allowing the Queen to rise.

"Gentlemen, I do not intend to run this government like its predecessor. We shall be decisive, and while I shall lean on you all for your expertise, I will act unilaterally when I feel that unilateral action is necessary. I feel that, in this moment, our little nation needs us to move deliberately and with great haste. I shall not be hearing you tonight, and for that I apologize. I am sure all your concerns are pressing, and I do not doubt that each one of you shall provide a great service to me by the time this week is through; nonetheless, this little nation has been entrusted to my care, and I fear that I must take drastic measures to preserve its life before we bicker over its future growth, stability and trajectory."

The Queen scanned the crowd, and was met by a sea of mixed emotions. Some of the attendees looked confused, while other looked concerned, and some even looked angry. Most, however, watched the Queen intently with a mixture of intrigue and determination. Satisfied with this reaction, Patricia continued.

"Marshal Pinnard, you will take your men and assault the Dockyards, the HLLP building and the Police Headquarters no later than 2am this morning. Bring me Dawes, Perkins and Thomson, in cuffs if practical, dead if necessary."

Pinnard nodded as a torrent of whispers moved through the crowd. He took a step back, drew his sword, saluted, and then backed out of the room with his head bowed. The Queen continued.

"Mr. Torrey, you shall gather your associates and prepare to take inventory of these locations once the Marshal has cleared them. Afterwards, you are to bring me your reports along with a summary of local assets within our control. I would also appreciate it if you could gather some accountants to assist in the formation of a statistical commission."

A well dressed man near the rear of the room bowed and then departed. The Queen scanned the rest of the crowd.

"The rest of you may go, and think about how you might assist our nation in the coming weeks. Many men have chosen not to answer my call, and soon three of them will be either imprisoned or dead. If that is not clear enough a message, take this back to your absent friends and associates: the Queen's word is law, and the Queen's penalty is death. I shall send another summons, but to ensure that no unfortunate mishaps result in unnecessary unpleasantness, I would like to inform you here and now that the Second Council of Notables shall occur at this very place, tomorrow at 8am. Farewell."

OOC: I'm bored and had half an hour so here's yet another classic Jeff poorly written action post.

THE QUEEN'S PENALTY
The James P. Ogelthorpe Memorial Dockyards, Harmonia
3rd Advance Company (3.AC), 2nd Regiment (2.R), 1st Royal Infantry Corps (1.RIC)
0300 Hours

"BANGERS NOW!"

The guards inside the westernmost barracks heard the shouts and woke up suddenly, fighting with their sheets as they desperately tried to grab their weapons. It was too late as the entire room erupted in smoke and blinding light, quickly followed by the sound of breaching charges blowing and submachine guns firing. The guards who had managed to grab their weapons in time began firing wildly, hearing screams as their bullets tore into friend and foe alike. This desperate action did little to slow the intruders, who moved into the fire fearlessly and opened up on the occupants. Within a minute the firing had died down, the only surviving guards left bleeding and whimpering on the floor. The assailants, clad in an uncoordinated mixture of woodland and multicam uniforms, finished off these wounded enemies and then quickly exited. This building, sitting at the west gate to the dockyards, was just the first of several targets they'd have to hit that night.

The 3rd Advance Company was a force of light infantry, mostly snipers and scouts from the previous military. With shortages of their specialized equipment forcing them into more traditional infantry roles, they were made into a force not unlike Rechian Rangers, highly mobile and trained to make rapid assaults through rough terrain. Urban warfare was obviously not their specialty, but no other force was quite up to the job of clearing the dockyards. The enemy here, the personal guard of local strongman Pyotr Perkins, were largely ex-private security and police, trained to defend positions just like the ones they now held. It was somewhat of a mismatch, and only the element of surprised gave the 3.AC any chance of success.

The force move quickly, tossing grenades through windows and breaching through walls rather than risking doors or windows. Speed was key, and the men could not afford to get bogged down. Enemy snipers and riflemen began taking proper positions and laying down fire, men of the Advance Company starting to drop at a more rapid rate. Nonetheless, those still on their feet did not dare stop to help their wounded, knowing that any hold up would allow the enemy to dig in further. They snaked between and through the cranes, shipping containers, dock facilities and storage buildings, gunning down exposed opponents and bypassing reinforced positions or machine gun nests. This was not an attack aimed at clearing out the entire area, but rather a raid aimed at causing as much havoc as possible. The enemy was still on its heels, and could not prepare a proper line of defence. Every time machine guns and fire teams were coordinated along a position, the 3.AC would probe for gaps and then blow through the weak points. Soon, they arrived at the house near the water Perkins had been using as a residence.

It was 5th Squad that reached the building first, gunfire raking them from every possible angle as the enemy desperately attempted to protect their financier. Somehow unfazed by this onslaught, the Squad moved rapidly to the structure and put a rocket propelled grenade through on of the walls, advancing through it. As they entered they were bracketed by tracers from Perkins and two guards, the three men in cover behind a dinner table. The man leading 5th Squad, Corporal Klein, opened up with his K-78 assault rifle from the hip. The bullets tore easily through the wood and into the men sheltering behind it, 7.62mm rounds tearing their chests open and sending bone splinters tumbling through lungs and organs. Perkins fell to the ground in a heap, his blood gushing from the tattered remains of his exposed ribcage. He'd taken about fifteen of the thirty rounds in Klein's emptied magazine, and needless to say he was no longer breathing. 5th Squad advanced into the room and took cover on either side of the newly opened hole in the wall, barely getting out of the way as a heavy machine gun unleashed a torrent of lead through the breach.

Perkins was dead, and by morning his forces would disperse. Hiere had, with one bloody assault, regained control of its waterfront.

FIRST STEPS
Harmonia, Hiere
The Second Council of Notables
0800 Hours

Queen Patricia rose from her throne and smiled at the council before her, arranged in a semi-circle around two men on their knees. The room was far more crowded than it had been the day before; around 90% of those summoned had come, those attending for the first time standing timidly near the back of the room. Outside, distant gunfire signalled the demise of the remaining 10%. There would be no rebellion in Hiere.

"Welcome all to the Second Council of Notables! As you all know, I am Queen Patricia the First, sovereign of Harmonia and of the Hierian nation. Our last assembly was rather brief, and as such we shall ensure that this Council observes all the necessary formalities."

As Queen Patricia spoke she walked forward, stepping down a set of stairs and towards the two men kneeling in the centre of the room. They were all stood in the Grand Hall of Harmonia, an absolutely massive structure complete with gleaming marble floors, a stained glass ceiling, a red and gold embroidered carpet and a massive bema with the Queen's throne atop. The throne itself was a humble but powerful design, dark oak with red cushioning and a few hints of gold to access the carved surface. It was a glorious sight, quite offset by the clump of confused guests in diverse outfits standing before Patricia. The Queen observed them, and gave a little chuckle.

"We will have to establish a dress code. Nonetheless, such frivolous standards will do nothing but delay our business at hand. Until we can appoint tailors to prepare for us a common uniform, this much shall do."

"Your majesty, if I may..."

The Queen looked behind her and nodded at Lord Huesmann, who bowed and then turned his gaze to the room.

"Though I am most certain, sirs and ma'ms, that no offence was meant your failure to observe Royal Custom - as I am equally certain that few of you are privy to the proper procedures when addressed by a monarch - I nonetheless feel it is my duty to inform you all as to the necessary course of action in instances such as that which is currently occurring. When approached by a Monarch, the assembly shall bow themselves so as to lower their eyes to the level of the Monarch's belt, or lower. The assembly shall maintain this posture until the Monarch expressly orders they return to a standing position, or until the Monarch crosses out of the room or upon the Bema."

The Lord Huesmann then raised his eyebrows at the 'Notables,' who immediately bowed in the fashion described by the Lord. Content, Huesmann continued.

"When spoken to by a Monarch, the subject shall give this same bow and hold for a period of at least five seconds, after which they shall rise and remove their hat should they be wearing one. It is only once the Monarch nods in approval that the subject may respond should the Monarch's words have been communicated in the form of a question. At no time during the exchange will the subject meet the gaze of the Monarch, and they shall instead train their eyes to the Monarch's chin so as to keep their line of sight below that of the Monarch's."

The Queen smiled again and looked at the room of billionaires and officers bowing down before her.

"You may all rise."

The Notables straightened up as Huesmann concluded his lecture.

"Finally, if you are asked to depart a Monarch's presence, you shall make a full bow as quickly as you feel is appropriate, and shall then retire from the room without ever turning your back to the Monarch."

Satisfied, the Queen turned her attention to the two men kneeling upon the ground before her.

"Before my Council proceeds with the necessary administrative business, I would like to address these two gentlemen. Mr. Samuel Dawkins and Mr. Percy Thompson, please rise."

The individual on the left, a stout and elderly man with a thick moustache, angrily shoved himself to his feet as a nearby soldier in ceremonial dress raised his rifle from the man's back. To the right, the tall and slender Mr. Thompson attempted to rise but struggled. The Queen waved to a second soldier, who assisted the man to his feet. Thompson thanked the soldier quietly and then straightened out his jacket before clasping his hands together. The Queen looked them both over before speaking.

"Mr. Dawkins and Mr. Thompson, you have been accused of multiple crimes ranging from Malicious Mischief to High Treason, with the most severe amounting to capital offences. In deliberations, you have been deemed guilty by a Judicial Council that I have overseen personally. You will be taken from this Hall and executed either by hanging, by firing squad or by lethal injection, according to your personal preferences. I shall now hear your final pleas before justice is fulfilled."

Dawkins, the stout man, began shouting immediately upon the conclusion of the Queen's statements.

"I have nothing to say to you and this... this lynch mob! You're all nothing but cowards and empty suits, and my only regret is that I won't be able to see your illegitimate sh*thole of a county crumble."

The Queen gave Dawkins and death glare and then waved at the soldier near him, the latter grabbing his prisoners and dragging him through the crowd to a waiting group of MPs. All attention now turned to Thompson, who stood silent and alone. Patricia waited for a moment, then stepped over towards him.

"And you, Mr. Thompson? Or does Mr. Dawkins speak for the both of you?"

The tall man cleared his throat then looked at Patricia's chin as Mr. Huesmann had detailed.

"I do not feel that it is my place to apologize, for it is clear that I have made my decision by my treason. I shall not deny that I conspired against the crown, and took up arms to challenge it. I made my decision for a number of reasons, but I can assure you that money and personal gain had nothing to do with it. I shall not draw this process out with a description of my personal circumstances, but I chose to take the course of action which I thought would benefit those dearest to me. I have lost, and hold no animosity towards my betters, that being your Majesty and the honourable Marshal Pinnard."

Queen Patricia stared at Thompson, then back at Huesmann, who traded a glance. When she returned her gaze to Thompson, her gaze was warmer than the cold stare she had given him before.

"Mr. Thompson, your assets shall be dissolved and your property shall either be claimed by the Crown or demolished. Your previously held titles will be abolished, and your citizenship shall be revoked. You shall be taken from this place, and placed in the South Harmonia Remedial Institute for a period of two months."

Thompson's expression did not change as his own attending soldier grabbed him by the elbow and guided him out the door, taking careful steps backwards until they were out of the hall.

Eucadian Federation and Korahlia

Choral Elections Permanently Suspended
In light of international developments and ongoing terrorism in support of Morien rule, the Sovereign Statesman has moved to permanently suspend the already-delayed provincial elections for representation in the Choir of Deacons. Instead, the Choir will be replaced with clan and family representatives for the ruling parties of each province. For example, Sera'amos Province will permanently be represented by a member of the Sephanos family, and Sela'Mor will be governed by a law-abiding Morien relative.
Critics have noted that this would place more than a third of provinces under permanent control by the Al-Sephani clan (by Sephanos and allied families), and very few under Morien rule. The larger clans (not counting Al-Mori) would see greater control over large swathes of Korahlia, with the Al-Spih'riael clan controlling almost 70% of Korahlia's agricultural territory.

Locally-organized elections for mayoralty and Provincial parliaments will continue, as these are provincial duties. Some Deacons may conduct internal elections of this kind for their seats to continue practicing national democracy, but it is expected many families to see this as a way to advance their influence and careers towards the throne. However, the Sovereign Statesman assures us this will be useless, as Telhamin Abhishek vil-Akhil Kora'Seik Tarun Al-Sephani shall never die, for his is a man of God and is chosen in his seat atop Taris' most fruitful kingdom.

DIVES AND LAZARUS
Harmonia, Hiere
The Embassy of Borderers
1600 Hours

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcCEqUZXfLY

"... and if we were to summarize the sentiments we have lain before you, we would do so by way of parable; for your nation is Lazarus and you are Abraham, destined to deliver these stricken Meridian isles from their time of peril. We, however, shall not be the Dives. We shall stand beside or behind you, and shall follow your august leadership through the trials of the coming years."

The dignitary, in concluding his speech, stepped back from Queen Patricia and gave a deep bow. Patricia nodded in thanks and the man rose, returning to his fellows further back in the chamber. Lord Huesmann stepped forwards and gestured to a low table a few feet in front of the Queen, upon which was laid a single piece of paper. The men came forth in their groups and, one by one, signed the paper and bowed to the Queen before departing. As they exited the Hall, each delegate was greeted by a general salute volley from the Royal Marines outside. Soon, after five rounds of shot, the Hall was empty.

Surrounding Harmonia were sox counties, formerly known by different names. Harmonia itself was formerly known as Ebreichein, though like Primus and Belstones the original city was annihilated during the Wars of Division. The area only became repopulated due to the presence of nearby Nigraxath Island, which was a refugee haven during the violence. Once Hiere rose however, the area stabilized and society began to take root once more. This latest conference, the Embassy of Borderers, had guaranteed that this newfound security would begin to spread.

The Borderers, those residing in surrounding counties, had just sworn allegiance to Hiere and signed the Harmonia Unification Pact. The region of Whent, formerly Zaekliover, was now largely under the absolute authority of Queen Patricia and her Monarchist supporters. The new additions - along with their original Meridian names - were as follows: Connetry, Ussatara; Robinston, Ittabis; Moarcester, Earriorune; Havadesmor, Weomonary; and Lucsfeld, Tiaggeghar. There was, however, one territory that had failed to swear allegiance. Plaeddithaer, containining much of Belstones' ruins, was a turbulent territory under an ethno-nationalist Xandrian administration. Hiere, being primarily made up of Belkan, Nordic, Istano and Luveric peoples, was the natural enemy of this 'government.'

The challenge for Hiere would now be the reunification of the northern isle, and the first step would be conquest of Plaeddithaer.

Fire on the Water
Wreck Isle, the Xigraxath Sea
1st Coastal Defence Squadron
0100 Hours

Xigraxath Island was known to the Hierians as Wreck Isle, after the burnt out ship hulls scattered along its coast. Immediately following Meridian's collapse, back when things were getting really bad, a number of enterprising individuals had purchased or stolen vessels to use as civilian transports or ferries. They made an absolute killing, shipping desperate refugees to open ports around the world, some men and women willing to give everything they owned just to get away from the godforsaken Westwinds.

Where there's money however, there is also crime. Pirates, long since exterminated elsewhere in the world thanks to the Rechian Pirate Act of 2072, began popping up to seize control of these waters and establish a monopoly on travel. Old frigates, gunboats, and even some older cruisers appeared, attracting starving young men to their crews and stealing whatever they needed at gunpoint. They Xigraxath Sea was now a sea of iron, both from floating debris and from the many hulls that lay upon its bottom. Every reef and shoal seemed to be decorated with rusted ships, while the shores were covered in the decaying skeletons of vessels that had managed to run themselves aground. The island itself was a humanitarian disaster; any who had enough money to pay the pirates for passage had already done so, and those who remained were either too poor or too weak to travel. Of the tens of millions that had once crowded Wreck Isle, only a few million remained, many sick or diseased and most suffering from degrees of insanity thanks to the necessity of cannibalism in which they had partaken.

It was just another hellish night around the Isle. Sixteen pirate vessels lay at anchor just off the shore, their crews either asleep or keeping a loose watch on the surrounding seas. These particular ships were part of the Hugh Davidson Transport Co., a mockingly official name for a band of criminals who exploited the anarchy of the day. Out at sea some oil fires were burning, the remains of the MCV Radiance and the MCV Posterity, two aircraft carriers turned ocean liners that had until now remained safe from the vagrants that surrounded them. Unescorted against sixteen frigates however, the carriers had finally been overwhelmed and their hulls bracketed with torpedoes and gunfire. Over 16000 desperate refugees drowned that night. Not one was picked up by the frigates. Rather than reflect upon the horrific destruction of lives they had just committed, the pirates slept soundly or joked up on the deck. They were long since desensitized. That did not, however, mean that they were immune to fear.

It was at 0121 that the crews first noticed something was wrong. In the distance, several pops could be heard echoing over the water, the sound of artillery being fired very far away. For a few seconds heads turned to the west and eyes scanned the horizon, where a few flashes ere fading upon the water. Four dark shapes were illuminated momentarily, before darkness set in upon the waves once more. Then, with a horrifying screech, shells tore in from overhead and smashed into the westernmost four vessels. The long-range bombardment was lethally accurate and the four shots smashed into the old ships amidships, two set alight immediately before carelessly stowed ammunition cooked off and ignited.

With the range now locked down and stealthy targeting drones scanning their targets, the four Hierian A-Class Destroyers of the 1st Coastal Defence Squadron closed in at flank speed. Their 6-inch guns barked again, this time firing at their full 20 RpM rate of fire. Every three seconds a projectile screamed in towards the pirates, who were desperately scrambling to get their ships underway. The world erupted into chaos, fountains of water and flame shooting into the sky with each shell-burst. Shipboard computers had calculated three firing solutions, each for a different type of ordnance. The salvos were a healthy mix of AP, HE and shrapnel, hot flakes of steel pouring down upon the decks and strafing the bridges while other rounds slammed into vulnerable areas or raked across the superstructure.

After about eight minutes of near constant fire, two pirate ships began to break off and flee to the East. One of the four Destroyers gave chase as its three comrades closed in on the burning foes still at anchor, making close-range torpedo and missile runs to finish them off. After about two minutes the fourth Destroyer had chased down its poorly maintained prey, CIWS intercepting relatively low-velocity rounds from their rear-facing 4-inch guns while its own 6-incher pounded them in return. By 0150 they were keeling over and sinking, close-range fire having torn holes in their sides.

The Hierians reformed and made one pass of their victims, firing a few additional shots into ships sinking too slowly for their liking. The majority of these vessels were over sixty years old, purchased for scraps from foreign navies and barely seaworthy let alone combat ready. It hadn't been a battle, it had been an execution. Nonetheless, these facts would not deter the Hierian public from celebrating the victory as a glorious counter-offensive against evil, and one that had guaranteed dominance in the Xigraxath Sea for the Royal Navy. Hiere was flexing its muscles, and soon the entirety of Meridian would be forced to take notice.

research qanon lads

>Be my Fleet
>Be parked at Unity station
>Meridian falls
>New nation thinks killing pirates is flexing
>Im about to wreck this whole man’s career

(New posts coming out soon)

Candaya

K9ation wrote:>Be my genitals
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Chemical Leak at SIPHER Lab Contaminates Water
An "accidental" chemical leak at a SIPHER facility has contaminated the water supply (which was owned, operated and maintained by SIPHER) of the southern city of Kalmaru. SIPHER security forces have quarantined the area and are monitoring the population of 30 million closely. State personnel have been unable to get near the city, and the province of Kal'Sahma is on alert. FERAL SABRE is to be redeployed to the city's outskirts in an attempt by the Chorus to intimidate SIPHER into allowing them entry.
It is not believed that the pollution will lead to any terrible consequences beyond illness and ongoing health issues for the population.

Vanparia

Greater Istanistan wrote:every time i see one of the meme arrows outside of 4chan my conviction that ralph nader was right about the internet's irredeemable evils grows stronger

>this

IM GONNA KILL AL GORE FOR INVENTING THE INTERNET

New Genetically Modified Troops and Police Rolled Out

With the move towards pipe-lining students into specific careers from an increasingly early age the government has examined the ethics of instituting a genetic engineering program as a pre-birth form of career pipe-lining. While this was previously decried by the wider public as "going too far", with the present issues facing the globe a limited genetic engineering program has been approved for specific critical sectors such as law enforcement and combat soldiers. The effects of genetic engineering are stunning; members of the program are 8'6" and weigh around 375 pounds at not more than 10% body fat, making them roughly 14 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than the average Candayan while being considerably leaner. This said more than physicality is manipulated by gene altering, with desirable personality traits being added through the programs genetic and associated educational pipeline.

This being said the reception of program participants has been mixed by the previously Catholic Candayan public, many of whom still hold Christian values despite being atheist. Those who are religious view the program as an affront to God, while those who are not view many of the programs graduates as less than human since their personalities are tailored to serve. Even those who have no moral issues with genetic manipulation question if the purpose of the program is to create robots who will do the bidding of the increasingly authoritarian government, a sentiment slowly becoming more and more wide spread. Due to the suspicion towards participants when serving in public they are issued masks and gloves that completely cover their skin.

A Nobility Takes Form

Queen Patricia, consolidating her power over all newly acquired territories, has held lavish ceremonies through which she has granted titles and charges to a variety of new nobles. The following are some of the most important:

Field Marshal Jakob Pinnard, 1st Duke of Connetry, also known as Lord Connetry - A former clerk who had proved competent when given some limited field experience during the Third Westwinds War. His primary talent is organization and supply, and it was his role in forming the Royal Marines that allowed them to become a large and viable military force.

Henry Huesmann, 1st Duke of Campton, also known as Lord Campton - A childhood friend of Patricia's and gifted statesman who serves as chief advisor. He is also a master of etiquette in a variety of cultures and courts, working closely with Royal officials to ensure proper presentation and courtesy in every diplomatic matter.

Frank Thompson, 1st Baron of Southe, also known as Baron Southe - Once a rebellious businessman who attempted to overthrow the Queen, Thompson was jailed until his repentant attitude led to his release and a return of minor noble status. He is nonetheless a primary economic advisor to Queen Patricia, though is rarely in her presence without Lord Campton.

Field Marshal Calvin MacCleod, 1st Duke of Moarcester, also known as Lord Moarcester - A skilled tactician who climbed the Royal Military's ranks following the Queen's accession, MacCleod is Pinnard's no. 2 and performs most of the military's practical leadership. Though not as strategically brilliant, he is nonetheless respected by his subordinates and peers.

Archduke Thomas Gilligan, Lord of Borderers, also known as Lord Lucsfeld - A man with plenty of influence over the Borderer regions, Gilligan is second in influence only to the Queen, and operates his regional administrations with a degree of autonomy.

Vanparia

Accidental Chemical Leak not an Accidental Chemical Leak
As SIPHER continues to illegally quarantine Kalmaru, CMK forces have come close to blows on several occasions. SIPHER Security Forces demanded that state military remain ten miles from their own quarantine. The result was a SIPHER perimeter of the city that was encircled by a CMK perimeter. But as SIPHER clashed with state forces, a terrible but not unexpected truth became apparent...

When CMK Commander Alak Tymir approached the SIPHER blockade to finally find answers, he found a horrifying sight. SIPHER Security was intermittently opening fire on civilians that came running from the city streets, many screaming and tripping over each other and themselves. When asked by Commander Tymir why such a gross crime was being committed, he was directed to SIPHER's government-approved quarantine procedure. The infected water meant that nay and all civilians could be considered carriers of the mysterious infection, and could not be allowed to leave.
But if this was in fact true, it was not the whole truth. As Commander Tymir continued to press SIPHER agents for further information, those qualified to do so told him the outbreak was related to the research into the outbreak consuming Eucadia. It is unknown if this outbreak is the same as that in Eucadia or a strain designed to counter it. It was at this moment that a terrible rumbling noise emanated from the city, followed by the sight of Second Yuhoi Tower (the tallest building in Kalmaru) collapsing, dropping beneath the cityscape. There seems to be something else in Kalmaru that SIPHER is hiding, something much bigger.
But it's probably contained.

It is Not Contained
Reports are coming in of SIPHER blockades being overrun by Kalmaran residents, who are then either dragging the dead or dying back into the city or practicing cannibalism at the blockade. Executed Kalmarans taken away for autopsy have been described by SIPHER surgeons as displaying slight physical mutations, particularly of the eyeball and nasal passages, that resemble the subjects of the scrapped, ancient, Gorgon-3 project. Students of historical science will remember that the G-3 Gorgon "synthetic soldiers" were immune to most natural diseases, so this would explain why a SIPHER cure to the Eucadian plague would study this technology.
The Coalition Military of Korahlia is waiting for further orders before moving in an filling the gaps in the SIPHER blockade.
A SIPHER whistleblower as claimed that the SIPHER facility at Kalmaru was where they held and studied many relics from Korahlia and Iaezandria's past. Including Bloodspawn hive matter and Blightworm eggs. Both artifacts that have famously levelled cities in their destructive capabilities. If a B-SAW is loose in Kalmaru, the situation could be much, much worse.

Greater Istanistan and Vanparia

Unidentified B-SAW Reported at Kalmaru City
A CMK recon operation searching for a missing SIPHER team in Kalmaru has returned video footage of a possible B-SAW active in the city.
The Coalition Military of Korahlia authorized an armoured vehicle unit to enter the city after a privately deployed SIPHER security force disappeared. The CMK vehicles deployed were streaming live video from a series of cameras to help provide context to the quarantine. Within the first hour, the CMK recon team had identified the vehicle used by the SIPHER team to enter the city. No bodies could be found, but the interior of the vehicle was "drenched in blood", according to a CMK source. While investigating the crash site, the CMK forces were attacked by one or more hostile presences believed to be Bio-Synthetic Augmented Weapons (B-SAWs). While exact losses of life cannot be determined, the live video feed has been analysed and has revealed that the force was attacked by what the CMK source, who viewed the footage, has described as a six-legged, skinless being that "moved kind of like a spider, but with hands", and quickly dispatched the soldiers. It successfully lifted a vehicle off the ground and used it to flatten several men before using "hand-like" appendages on its legs to accurately and deftly incapacitate those who remained. Judging by the video, the suspected B-SAW could be as long as 40ft, and at least 20ft in height.
The Chorus has demanded that SIPHER hand over all documents and records they have that could identify the organism.

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