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 The Ecclesiastical Meritocracy of Spiritual Republic of Caryton | Trinity Broadcasting Network of Caryton Caryton spearheads global child adoption program GEORGINE, CARYTON || The Spiritual Republic of Caryton has announced the creation of a government organization tasked with eliminating childhood homelessness and giving new homes to children pulled from their parents for death or abuse in the nation. However, the Carytonic Youth Salvation Association is more ambitious than simply solving issues of poverty and loneliness in Caryton. The CYSA has launched its first strategies, various initiatives: Filling Tables, Filling Farms: The main initiative of the CYSA. The Carytonic Youth Salvation Association is looking to deliver orphans (4-18) from abroad into Carytonic soil to be delivered into foster families. The agrarian state of Caryton's economy means that there is no shortage of families looking for an extra farm hand. While an urban counterpart exists for families living in Caryton's towns and cities- but Caryton expects this initiative to be beneficial to the economy. Big Brother, Big Sister: Aimed at only children between the ages of 6 months to 12 years, the CYSA is looking to deliver foreign youths into Carytonic soil to be assigned to a foster family that has one or more older sibling(s) to act as a mentor. Intended to eradicate loneliness and promote good teaching values, children who are old enough will take a series of quizzes and interviews, and will be matched with a family, more importantly a sibling- that best suits them. First Chance: The CYSA's anti-abortion wing, the association offers an alternative to foreign mothers seeking abortion. The CYSA will provide the mothers a substantial monetary compensation to have the child as a surrogate, to then turn them over to the organization. The target demographic is typically single lower-class women unable to support a family. The age range is from the unborn to 5 years. CYSA Alumni: This program is aimed at parentless adolescents and destitute young adults, as well as graduating alumni (14 - 24) who may have either aged out of the program or graduated from the program upon turning 17. The CYSA will provide a myriad of apprenticeship programs, low-cost housing options for legal adults, discounted tuition rates at Carytonic colleges, and contacts for references and resumes. Young Angels: A program for select adolescents who have the specific aptitude, who will choose to volunteer at veterinary hospitals, hospital patients, elderly care centers, hospice visit organizations, and more in Caryton. The volunteers will provide company for the vulnerable and lonely- human and animal. People who are enrolled in the CYSA's programs will be put on a fast-track to Carytonic citizenship. The CYSA is a non-profit organization run in part by the Gospel Church of Caryton. All nations are invited to partner with the CYSA, to ease stress on certain governments' orphanages and improve worldwide. Specific invitations, for the first wave, are sent to Sadripoor, Khovezzem, and Independent eden. Member nations may select specific initiatives of their choosing. Makko Oko and New welmarica | |
 The Old Land of Darklore | It was his first time in space, an opportunity he had never thought he would get. Afterall, he was as far away from being an astronaut in a space faring nation as one could possibly be. And yet here he was, looking over the information displayed on a hologram before him, a map of the galaxy. He hadn't studied astronomy or astrology back in the day either, he was happy enough knowing the planets within their system, which was why he had to study the maps he had been provided with now. Normally he'd be utterly unable to even interact with a hologram and, to be fair, he initially hadn't been able to, too surprised by what he had seen only as afted edited special effects in movies now being real. But his new eye wasn't normal, it interfaced and interacted with the AIs and systems around him perfectly, shaping and designing holographic controls with all too familiar and very intuitive UIs. Once he had gotten over the novelty of it all, which had taken a while, he had found it relatively easy to find his way through the ship, to steer it and to use the different machines and consoles. Speaking of steering, after the unexpected attack at the launch platform, he had somehow managed to get it off the ground before being faced with the question of how he was supposed to cover the extreme distances out there without turning into a mummy on the way. He plotted a regular course for the moon first to get some time to familiarise himself with the vessel, see if it worked with faster than light travel perhaps or something else. It took him a while to get down to the truth of the matter and in the end it turned out to essentially be interdimensional travel. At least as far as he followed, the ship would enter another dimension, one without obstacles, rare as they were within the vastness of space and vastly...if he had understood it correctly, it could be summed up as 'shorter'? Covering a distance within this dimension would translate to a vastly greater distance in the original dimension. It could also very easily end up with him ending up wherever or in an object, hence the need for the AI assistance and steering while he plotted the overall course. A small dot signified him on the map and warning messages flashed up in his field of view, informing him that they would be exiting the dimension shortly close to the planet he had designated as their first destination. It had been plainly labelled as V9373, much to his surprise as the women hadn't occured to him as the sort to use such a naming scheme. Then again, it was hard to argue with them being absent and him only having this information available. In any case, he quickly got ready, checking his equipment just to make sure he had everything. The P-250 alongside one more reserve magazine, a dagger that the assailant had thrown after him, clearly of excellently make and meant to pierce armour. And if he didn't know any better, he'd have thought it to be silver. Just as Nytitch had told him, he had also found rations of sorts, though much to his displeasure they seemed to boil down to some sort of sticky purple liquid. He had tried it of course and it tasted about as good as black licorice, which he utterly abhorred. But he couldn't deny the fact that it had reinvigorated him and sated his hunger, despite being, well, just a liquid. Upon leaving the other dimension, cloaked of course, Jonathan made his way to the cockpit and had the ship take a lazy loop around the planet, giving him the opportunity to make a pure visual scan with only his eyes. He was loathe to use any of the instruments yet, having no intel so far on how they'd work, if they'd work and if it would blow his cover or not. While perhaps not the right decision, it didn't turn out to be a wrong one this simple visual investigation uncovered some basic information, such as the existence of two continents parted by a sea, one of the, judging by the colouration, being a desert continent while the other appeared to be, well, fertile. Unless it was a literally massive algae carpet. However, the algae carpet was covered with a multitude of lights that was familiar to anyone who had seen pictures of Terra taken from space, the telltale glow of cities in the dark of night. Civilisation. Which meant that part of his mission was fulfilled, he had definitely found signs of intelligent life...now he just needed to get down there, get some more info on that life and secure the tomb entrance. The desert continent had multiple space installations above, including what appeared to be a small fleet. A fleet he'd much rather not get too close to, he wasn't keen on finding out about the capabilities of these warships through firsthand experience. So instead he ordered the ship on a descending path towards the planet's surface around where the cities were, hoping to land at a safe distance while staying close enough for him to be able to visit the closest city and perhaps directly gather some information. Once down there he'd probably also make some short range scans of the atmosphere, just to make sure about whether or not he needed to slip into something other than his suit. Westbeech and Krusilov | |
 The Empire of Makko Oko | The Makko Oko Office Of The Emperor June 20th, 2022 The Minister Of Internal Security, Miguel Kellison, setup a meeting with Emperor Conall Solis over the amount of children in the custody of the state, among other immigration-related matters. "Good Afternoon Emperor" the Minister starts, "I come to you today with the proposition to potentially work with the Government Of Caryton, in specifics, the Carytonic Youth Salvation Association or CYSA." the Emperor's expression turns almost immediately from friendly, yet serious, into a blazing inferno of mad. Minister Kellison, noticing this, immediately jumps into the point of this whole affair, "Emperor! I know your hatred for the Carytonic Government, and even our internal intelligence monitoring system has them flagged as a danger, but this is a harmless affair, with which they can stomp out abortion in its tracks, and with none of our funds being needed to do so." the Minister then pulls up a projection showing the levels of children, both foreign and domestic, put into state custody since the passing of the Abuse Prevention Act, and the levels were soaring needless to say, but they leveled out quite quickly. "You can see here Emperor, that something needs to be done, before it's too late to save our own skins." The Emperor then has a changed look, and thinks this is a good opportunity, and at that, a safe bet that saves dozens in taxpayer money. "Alright, I approve. Get it done." and he says "Yes sir, Emperor!" and leaves the room hastily. The Makko Oko Emperor's Civil Control Service NOTICE OF INTENT TO JOIN ORGANIZATION "Greetings CYSA! This is an official notice from the Makko Oko Emperor's Civil Control Service, Parental Licensing Department, that our government intends to join your organization in your efforts to help eliminate youth homelessness and dangerous abortion practices. Our government is officially enrolling in the First Chance program. Our government shall consider enrolling in more programs of your organization's should the enrollment in the First Chance program prove to be successful. If your organization needs to provide us with any information, or has any questions, feel free to reach out to me personally or to the Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs or to the Ministry Of Internal Security who I'm sure would love to help you! Sincerely Yours, Sherry Gosser, Head | |
 The Not so democratic republic of Marlo | Aboard the light cruiser M.S Jekyll and its sister ship M.S Hyde. Both captains are communicating with one another over the phone. "You heard that order right?" "I Don't know, but this seems to be a direct order from the Chancellor, In my opinion I think he's been drinking again but I don't feel like being court marshalled so lets just do as we're told." "I can't help but agree, lets get moving." Both captains order their ships to turn east and soon enter Chilean waters, stopping a couple of supposed pirate skiffs, in reality just being fishing boats. When the captured sailors and workers are cleared of all suspicion they are returned to their boats with a profuse apology and sent on their way. Meanwhile back at the executive palace in Okpueze the Chancellor has single handedly emptied a bottle of Marloan Whiskey and is currently staring out of his massive window overlooking the city, attempting to sober up. | |
 The Empire of Westbeech | Outside of the cities were thin highways, stretching out from the cities and across the fields. Although there were many farms not far from the cities, there were also many forests that were very dense that remained uninhabited. The atmosphere, like many inhabited planets across the Plyler Galaxy, was exactly like that of Terra. The cities were open cities, with a large population of individuals from across the Corporate Alliance. On the outskirts of the cities were smaller market places and apartment complexes. They were often bustling with the lower-income individuals from inside the cities and patrols by the Alliance troops were very uncommon. As one goes deeper into the cities, it becomes more rows of larger buildings, which consisted of larger businesses, condos, and personal houses. Around the centers of the cities were multiple large marketplaces where many of the middle- to higher-income families would shop and purchase goods from. Here, patrols by the Alliance troops were common and there would often be a droid-deploying armored transport towards the exit towards the center of the city. The center of the cities were blocked off by tall walls with gates utilizing ray shielding, preventing the entrance of individuals in a vehicle or not. On top of the walls were patrolling droids and turrets that pointed down onto the market places. Behind these walls were a grand squares surrounding a capital building, which housed the local government and, in the capital of the planet, which was the ideal place to land outside of, was the capital building for the entire Corporate Alliance. To approach the cities from the forests would not require any stealth as the diversity of the planet was great, this included humans from different planets, many of which had been leaving the other planets currently being assaulted by Coalition forces. Another random arrival to the outskirts of the cities would not be noticed and, therefore, traversing the cities would be very easy. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | It was...surprising that the atmosphere was breathable for him. In fact, the scans showed that it was practically identical with what he had been used to on Terra which was...most disquieting. Within their planetary system, only one planet had developed this sort of atmosphere and he was uncertain how high the chance was that the first planet he chose would showcase such similar conditions. In either case, it greatly simplified things so, after making sure he had packed everything, he exited the craft which had touched down in a forested section outside of what he had identified as the largest cluster of lights. He wasn't exactly afraid that the vessel would be found by any normal means in the first place but habit and old training was hard to shake and forests were always an excellent choice to hide things, be they tanks, troops or spacecraft. The ramp lowered and Jonathan carefully stepped out of the craft and onto the forest floor, taking a careful look around just to make sure nothing and nobody was there. He then, almost reflexively reached into his pocket and retrieved the keys to his car, pressing the button to lock it, though this time he wasn't greeted by the familiar locking sound, causing him to curse his own habits. He hadn't come here by car, heck, why did he even have the keys still. It had likely fallen into the abyss somewhere anyways. But the attempt to lock the craft did give him an idea and so he said: "Deploy Wolfpack. Have them loiter in the area and incapacitate any sentient lifeforms that approach without authorisation." He hoped that this sort of phrasing would be clear enough and understandable to the AIs. He wasn't keen on letting lose the monsters or finding the entire forest butchered with military operations ongoing to subdue his craft. His eye told him that his commands were registered and shortly after he heard scraping sounds, something moving. A strange, four legged creature, each of its legs ending in three small claws and its head seemingly consisting solely for the two massive mandibles it had, crawled out of what looked like nowhere. The stealth technology these aliens used was truly phenomenal, even standing right in front of it, he couldn't tell that the ship was there. Either way, the creature looked at him with its eyes before going further, like some ancient reptile or dog...no, dogs didn't climb which was what this thing was doing. It climbed up a damn tree. And it wasn't alone. At least half a dozen more of them crawled out of the nowhere that was his ship and began to jump onto trees or prowl on the ground, searching for prey. They were obviously not biological creatures but watching them move for a bit until they were out of sight really had Jonathan wondering. Getting out of the forest was simple enough. He had a rough direction in mind and it was well traversable for a lone wanderer like himself, making it a fairly short trek before he was finally faced with roads. Not wishing to get in the way of any potential traffic, he'd remain on the side of the road before finally getting to what looked like something taken straight out of the middle ages and bashed together with advanced technology. Walls around internal parts of the city for Christ's sake! With gates of what appeared to be some sort of energy shielding! It reminded him of the cities where had come from, with the difference that there the city walls were relics from another time surrounding the old town, not...well, this. Either the technology of these people had jumped to the point that walls had become effective again or there were some social or perhaps wildlife reasons for the continued use of such walls. Given their position though, he suspected social reasons. Getting into the city was simple enough, not that he had expected anything different, being used to open cities. And once within he quickly found himself utterly disoriented by what appeared to be a large variety of races and languages. Too many for a single planet in fact. Which meant that there were definitely more populated planets out there. However, what baffled him the most was the fact that there were what appeared to be humans walking around. What were the chances that somewhere out there someone would take the exact same evolutionary path and even more humans would just appear? Improbabl! And yet...he remembered Nytitch...she too looked completely human. The Thinbloods had a largely human frame. From the information he had gleamed on some of the charts he had learned that they had experimented with creating life...had they perhaps tried to create it in their image, hence why this similarity and the appearance of human-like species even here? His continued journey into the heart of the city was eventually blocked by the wall and its gates and plenty of very mean looking battle robots and turrets. No, he was definitely not going to try his luck and get in there, he was an ex-soldier, not a spy or a member of the special forces. Well, some could argue he was a spy now but he preferred the term explorer. Either way, with his progress into the city centre blocked, he turned away and entered what appeared to be a market place, laden with tons of goods of all kinds. This too seemed utterly alien to Jonathan who was used to seeing markets like these only on special occasion and technically only for touristic or celebratory reasons. He would feign a degree of interest but, having no currency on him and too attached to what he had on him to attempt any bartering, language barriers making it impossible in the first place aside. Eventually he decided to seek out a bar or at least tried to. If his memory from the cultish hit game Horse and Sword served him right, establishments like these tended to offer a large variety of individuals who gathered there and were an easy place to get some information. It did take him a while before he found what he hoped to be a tavern. He strutted in there, confidently, his hands folded behind his back as he inspected everything though in truth he was merely trying to find the lavatories, both for his own use and because he had a plan. He then remained with most of the customers, finding a human looking customer that appeared to be easy enough to overpower and waited untill business called him to the lavatories, following shortly after. Once inside, he walked past the customer as though looking for an own spot to relieve himself but actually checking if there was anyone else there as well as bringing himself into position behind the man...and then he turned pushed him against the wall, putting his arm again the back of his neck, pushing his face onto the wall while his other hand quickly pulled the P-250 from his holster and pushed it into the guy's back, Jonathan hissing: "Oi Mucks un' du bisch dod. Verschtande?" Just in case he tried a few more languages though. "Ne odna slova ne goworite ili ja was strelayu. Ponimal?" "Don't say a damn thing or I'll kill you. Understood? | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | As Jonathan had walked through the city initially, he passed through the outskirts. There he had passed the slums, filled with people who had fled other planets. As he passed, they looked at him with tired eyes which said everything they needed to. The people in this area were receiving nothing in return for what they did. In the outskirts were also the occasional working facility, which bellowed smoke from the industrial work. More often than not, there would be pairs of droids guarding the entrance to these workplaces, which would often give him a quick lookover as he passed by, but nothing would come of it. As he approached the city center, not just the city, but the people became much less drab, as clothing became illustrious and colorful and languages of all different sorts could be heard. Outside the center, people passing by were common and the droids that stood at the wall looked onwards, continuing to simply watch the crowd for anything that aroused suspicion. On occasion, a patrol would pass nearby Jonathan, the droids performing the patrol calling out for individuals to make way for the droids. Passing through the marketplaces brought even more attention to the diversity of the planet. Vendors were calling out different prices for goods. A common good that caught any newcomers eyes were the fruit, which were much larger than they were on Terra. They were sold by vendors all across the market. Another common good appeared to be a mobile interface, this being a universal translator for all registered languages in the Corporate Alliance. Another unique sight in the marketplaces were the occasional, but rare, slave. While the Corporate Alliance relied heavily upon the poorest strata of individuals for their workforce, slaves were commonplace for farmers. Human slaves were sold nowhere, but there was one race that could be seen at every slave seller and in multiple numbers. This species had many different skin colors and instead of hair, they had long tendrils stretch either down their back or sit upon their shoulders. The way that the tendrils grew appeared to be determined by the sex of the individual, men having shorter tendrils and women having longer tendrils. While they were very common, they were also very expensive. The tavern that Jonathan would have entered would have been not too far from the central marketplaces. Inside there would be individuals of many of different races and they were often commingled. Many individuals were coming and leaving, each exchange bringing in fresh faces and new discussions that were going on across many different languages. Jonathan himself would catch many glances due to his general inaction during his time in the tavern. The man that Jonathan had pushed against the wall was too stunned to speak, but he carefully nodded his head. His mind was racing, but he had no idea what was going on. | |
| Sadripoor |
Most Suraiyans personally—the broader government itself included—are not keen on sending their children to a state which is illustrated in Suraiyan media as socially oppressive and not particularly attractive in terms of the opportunities it can offer even it’s own youth. As biased as this may be, for the general public, it rings true. Suraiyan charities generally skirt around the issue, while the government politely avoids commenting. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | So apparently the man understood him. Or maybe he was just nodding on reflex, hoping it was the right reaction? The former certainly would have seemed most strange, given that he was not aware of Terra making any contact with alien races. Beyond the inhuman Terran races but they were Terran still. So how would this man even understand anything he said in the first place? He didn't relax his grip and instead lean further in, his scars pulling the skin taut over his face as he whispered into the man's ear: "How do you know this language? Speak quietly." Upon receiving his answer, Jonathan changed his grip so that rather than pushing the man against the wall with his elbow, he was now pulling him by his collar, keeping the gun always painfully pushing into his body to remind him that it was there as he pulled him to a more...private place. He roughly pushed him onto the floor before locking the door behind himself and leaning against it, keeping the gun trained on the man as he asked: "Alright, I need the name of this planet, current population and the political entity it belongs to. Guess if necessary." | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | "I-I have a device. It translates languages that are registered. You are speaking one of our registered languages. I have my device attached to a small receiver in my ear so I can understand what you say." The man grunted as he hit the floor and looked up at Jonathan. He still felt a little shocked by the initial matter, but felt better now that the muzzle of a gun wasn't pushing into his back. "Sir, we're on the capital planet of the Corporate Alliance, Nixet. There's about eighteen billion people here now, but I really don't know how many. There have so many refugees recently, we can't keep up with the newcomers. And as I said, this is the capital of the Corporate Alliance, the authority of this Rim of the Plyler Galaxy." He looked around, wondering why he asked such obvious questions to him, but he did not dare question his assailant. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | Registered languages. Which begged the question, why was a Terran language registered out here. All of this was very, very confusing. At least he finally had a name for the planet, Nixet. Rolled significantly better off the tongue than V9373. 18 billion people was also a respectable number but given the size of this one, single continent, not that surprising. There was more information to be gained of course. The political entity in charge here being the Corporate Alliance, the galaxy they were currently in being the Plyler Galaxy. That he was in a rim he already knew. It was mildly surprising that this To the man on the ground it might've almost seemed like Jonathan was mentally completely absent, his one good eye straying from him while the other eye kept zig-zagging around. Yet the gun remained trained on him regardless. In truth Jonathan was trying to record the information given to him and organise it in a half decent way. He had received answers but he did need more. Or rather, he needed a few very specific things. "A refugee crisis. Heh. You see, I am something of a refugee myself. But that's not a story you need to hear nor one that you would understand even if I told you. Now, you will inform me as what this language was registered, who is supposedly speaking it and if the term Terra holds any meaning to you. Furthermore you will inform me as to the currency used within the Corporate Alliance or, if different currencies are a thing, here on Nixet. You know, name, general value and where it is and isn't accepted." He'd need to make some money here, perhaps buy one of these translators or supplies or a god damned guide. Granted, first he'd need to find out the worth and use of the local currency but he was sure the man would give it to him. He tried to smile to reassure the man a little, but with his eye and scarred face, it likely came across more intimidating than intended, particularly with the gun still pointed at him. "Do be thorough in your explanations, my curiosity can hardly wait to be satisfied in full by you, Mr...?" | |
 The United Federation of Etheinia | The United Federation of Etheinia, concerned by recent developments with Exsorcial, decides to further entrench its commitments to contain this rogue state. The Bureau of Foreign Affairs contacts its counterpart in Izakuria, seeking a second meeting with President Nikolai Tarnev to discuss a defensive pact and the construction of overseas military bases. Additionally, the Etheinian government reaches out to Reconnaissance satellites continue to monitor the military buildup on the Exsorcial-Ferwerter border. Meanwhile, there are rumors that the Etheinian National Navy is preparing to deploy a spy ship to the Halkuon Ocean in order to monitor the situation in Aurelia. Makko Oko, The Controlist Ferwerter Union, and Izakuria | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | "Fritsk, that's my name. As for your language, it is just a registered language. I couldn't tell you the origin, the name, or anything about your language other than it is in the language registry. As for people speaking it I can only say the same thing. I don't keep track of these things. Maybe you'd find something from the registry itself, but ever since the war its been closed to all public. As for Terra, I have heard occasional rumors. The origin of a group of people on another planet who came here to colonize or expand or something along those lines. I don't know anything more, truly. The rumor is all that I can offer. As for currency, we use the Alliance Mark." He shifted to allow his wallet to fall out of his pocket. "I have about 800 Marks in there. Different types of bills, too. They're accepted across the Alliance planets, but I wouldn't leave here. It was not long ago when we were attacked. I doubt going to another Alliance planet would be safe for anyone. Beyond these planets, I couldn't tell you anything about currencies. I've lived here my entire life and all I know is my home." | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | It was a shame that he couldn't tell him anything about the language. Granted, given how he described himself, he also hadn't gotten around much so that was probably the reason. The fact that he knew the term Terra, even if only as a rumour, did however prove that this was likely a language registered due to contact with said Terrans. He wondered if perhaps some of those Mars colonisers back on Terra had secretly gotten in touch with extraterrestrials. God, he wished he had paid more attention to it then, perhaps he could've asked some more targetted questions then. "And what does one buy with 800 Alliance Marks? A Universal Translator? A lunch? Show me what they look like." , Jonathan asked, pointing his gun away from the man and at the wallet. He followed the action up with a set of new question, as realisation concerning one of the things the man had previously said set in: "Wait, you said an attack? Is that why you still utilise inner city walls, sort of like a redoubt in case of attack? What was it? Wildlife?" This was bad. He was on their capital planet, near their capital. Invading forces might just rain hellfire down over here which he really wasn't keen on getting into yet again. Or if there was violent attacking wildlife around, he wondered if he'd be able to get back to his ship or find the bloody tomb entrance. | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | "800 Marks is enough to buy a translator, yeah. I would haggle down the price, though, they try to bleed you dry out there. A good one costs about 450 Marks, no less. If you had 800, I guess the most expensive thing you could buy would probably be a month of rent at an apartment around here." He then reached out and grabbed the wallet, pulling out 800 Marks. "A lot of Marks are actually digital, as are most exchanges. These bills are still good everywhere, though." He placed down multiple bills, from a 250 bill to a 5. "And the attacks, yes. The Corporate Alliance has been at war recently, and it has been looking very bleak until they attacked here. The walls themselves have been here for a while, just to ensure security of the city hall. No enemy or hostile force has touched this planet in centuries. As for the attackers, well, they belong to another group called the Galactic Coalition. I don't know much about them other than they are a fairly new organization, but in this short period of time, they have reached from the central rim all the way out here. They attack using large, powerful fleets and they act with no mercy for us. As we speak, they are entangled in combat on multiple of our planets. We repelled their attack here, however. I heard they wouldn't be able to launch an attack here for at least another decade." At that, he did a little chuckle before quickly remembering that the man in front of him was holding a firearm, quickly growing quiet and looking down. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | Alright, so no extremely dangerous wildlife that'd make his way off the planet too difficult. Excellent. He then memorized the rough design of the Marks, just to make sure he knew what was required when it was required. "You can put your money back into your wallet." , Jonathan said, motioning for Fritsk to do so. He didn't plan on robbing the man, even if it could make some things a little easier. But he didn't need law enforcement on his tail already for something utterly avoidable. "Get up Fritsk, come on now, don't be shy. I just want to thank you for providing aid to a confused veteran like myself." Fritsk could hardly know that the threat of violence had been empty. Jonathan knew the risks of firing a gun in a public space, even if it was seemingly empty and had kept the safety on at all times, though made sure to point it away from Fritsk so he couldn't know. When the man was up, he slammed the grip of his gun against his temple before catching the slumping body and carefully draping it so it looked almost natural. He'd have left the man with something to buy his silence but he really didn't have anything to spare so he had to hope that this would be enough to keep him silent for a bit. After checking that he had not in fact killed the man on accident, Jonathan left the lavatories. | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | As Jonathan left the restroom, he once again received many stares. A man quickly rushed into the restroom behind him, but then quickly re-emerged, laughing. "Hahaha, he knocked out the man." The rest of the room burst into laughter as another man went over to Jonathan, patting him on the back. "Happens all the time here, could have done it right here and we'd have cheered you on! Hey, how about a drink on me." He put up his hand and a droid approached. "Anything you'd like?" All the while, another man who had been sitting alone in the corner, seemingly not acknowledging the situation, simply looked on before nodding and leaving the tavern entirely. | |
| The Empire of Makko Oko | The Makko Oko Ministry Of Defense June 22nd, 2022 MILITARY SERVICE POLICY UPDATE FOR FOREIGN NATIONALS The Ministry Of Defense is officially updating the military service policy for foreign nationals, and it is set to take effect immediately, on June 22nd, 2022. The Ministry Of Defense is hereby establishing a new path to citizenship for foreigners via military service, wherein a foreign national may serve for 5 years generally or 1 year in a war fighting on the side of Makko Oko. As stipulated in the Basic Rights Of Makko Oko, the military service policy for foreign nationals, same for citizens, is staying as optional and shall not be mandated under this policy change. The Nationality & Citizenship Bureau, in coordination with the Ministry Of Defense, has established the following written requirements for foreign nationals as former military soldiers for obtaining citizenship: - Must have served at least 5 years generally or 1 year during wartime These written requirements may change with little to no notice by the Nationality & Citizenship Bureau, with notification to the Ministry Of Defense mandatory for notification to foreign service members. If you have any questions or concerns regarding how this service policy update may affect you, please contact the Ministry Of Defense's Personnel Office. The Makko Oko Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs June 22nd, 2022 PUBLIC BULLETIN REGARDING CHILD POVERTY AND ABORTION SUPPORT As of late June 2022, the Makko Okoan Government has officially joined in support of the Carytonic Youth Salvation Association, or the CYSC, and their First Chance program, to help eliminate illegal and deadly abortions within the nation and to support and remove child poverty and homelessness. The Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs has been charged with assisting any and all pregnant women who wish to give up their child or obtain an abortion with getting in contact with the CYSC and allowing them to provide their services unburdened. Travel expenses to and from the If you have any questions regarding this program, please get in touch with the CYSC or the Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs for more information. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | He hadn't exactly thought himself to be utterly unsuspicious, normally he had people to do these kinds of things, people who also didn't stick out like a sore thumb so he wasn't that surprised by the fact that people seemed to know. What did surprise him was how unabashed everyone was about it. That was what was actually suspicious. Maybe they had somehow realised that he was armed and dangerous and none of them were? Maybe they were trying to trick him into taking some drug or just to stall him untill police arrived to take him into custody? He had noticed someone leave the tavern, perhaps they had gone to inform authorities? Either way, he couldn't stay, not that he had wanted to in the first place. But he also had to act natural about it, lest these people decided that force was a better option to keep him there. And he wasn't certain of his capabilities to keep an entire group of people all around him at gunpoint. "I am afraid I can not, I still need to be able to drive to an appointment with a client." , he smiled apologetically as he carefully slid out of the other man's arm. "Perhaps I can take you up on it afterwards, when I have proper reason to celebrate." He slipped out shortly afterwards, meeting any further protests or the likes with empty platitudes just to not be tied down. He then did his best to calmly walk away from the tavern and not stick out of a crowd any more than he already did, returning to one of the markets instead and beginning to browse the wares until he found a stand with wares that seemed sufficiently outlandish for him to ask about what they were in the first place. He gave the wares a closer look before locking eyes with the merchant and asking: "Quite the interesting assortment of goods you possess here. I must profess to never having seen their like. What are they?" | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | The man again patted him on the back once again and continued to smile as Jonathan started leaving. "We'll have to share a drink another time, then." He let out a boisterous laugh as Jonathan made his exit, before turning back to the droid and ordering himself another drink. As Jonathan left, the person who had left just before was standing at an alleyway away from the marketplace and followed Jonathan all the way to the marketplace before leaning against another building to keep an eye on him from a distance. He put a hand to his ear and murmured something. Jonathan had made his way through the marketplace and ended up in an area where goods only produced on Nixit were being sold. He had made his way to an inventor, the man who modified plants to offer greater health properties to multiple species through the usage of biological development at the chemical level. This resulted in the fruits and vegetables forming extremely unusual shapes, oftentimes looking like they probably shouldn't be sold, nor did they look like a food, instead looking more like a plastic. The man smiled and took opened up the stall's installed translator before saying, "My name is Lero Princit, a specialist in genetic modification through chemical means. Before you are some common fruits and vegetables in the system, but I have modified them to improve the general health of the populace, hopefully resulting in longer lifespans and happier lives! Those who consume these foods will see great improvement in weight, energy, and mental health due to the modified genetic material. Would you like a sample?" Lero reached under his stall and grabbed out wrapped, sterilized fork and knife and looked to Jonathan expectantly. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | Food? Really? He had expected modern art or something of the sort because whatever it was, it certainly didn't look edible. He had seen fake plastic plants used for decoration that looked more edible than this. But what really stuck out to Jonathan was one single word the merchant used that made him hold up his hand to signal for him to stop. "What do you mean hopefully?" , he asked with his eyes narrowed onto the merchant. "Are you implying that you are selling unsafe merchandise? Are you telling me they just hand out certificates for this left, right and centre?" He quickly quieted down again though, hoping to not cause too much of a scene. Afterall, this was another place, perhaps standards and bureaucracy were different here. He gave the eager merchant another look, then what was about to become a sample. With a sigh and slumped shoulders he asked: "Can you at least provide a sample of the original, unmodified thing to me just to compare the two?" | |
| The Empire of Westbeech | "Sir, tests can only be done so thoroughly without breaking ethical laws established in my field. This good has been approved by the Alliance government, allowing sales, production, and distribution. Even if you're not from around here, I'm certain you've had something similar." Lero continued to smile, but it did give way a bit, as he began feeling slightly suspicious. It was well-known across the Alliance that, especially at the upper-end market places, vendors require prior approval, as the stalls themselves were technically permanent, utilizing the government's systems to restock their goods and equipment. He then once again reached under his stall and unwrapped a piece of fresh eogan, which was very melon-like, but had a wonderfully sweet flavor to it. When harvested correctly, eogans are already a very healthy choice in comparison to other sweets. Chemical modification would surely have modified the flavor significantly, either dulling down the sweet or getting rid of it entirely, making it almost just a salad. "Here you are, sir. Fresh eogan, a personal and universal favorite." He held out the piece he had just unwrapped as his other hand was quickly cutting the misshapen, modified eogan, which he would also extend to offer. | |
| The Old Land of Darklore | "Perhaps not universal, I have never heard of the fruit." , Jonathan remarked as he carefully examined both fruits. It was hard to believe that they had once been the same thing. He tried the...edible looking one first and was flashed by sweetness. He likened it to a Canary Melon, a rare fruit where he had come from, imported for the summer months to give people something nice and cool to eat while it was hot outside. He signalled to the vendor with his finger that he found this fruit very delicious while he continued chewing and the finally gulped down. Time for the next one. He was...apprehensive about eating it. It didn't look edible. And he was wholly prepared for his immune system to not be acclimated to this wholly new environment so even if it was safe to eat for locals, it might not have been for him. He very slowly picked the prepared sample up, brought it to his mouth, shot another glance at the vendor, and then bit down on the smallest piece of it he could possibly bite down on, mentally prepared for the worst to happen. | |
 The Greater People's Empire of The Controlist Ferwerter Union | The Great Ferwerter People's Palace | Meeting of the Ferwerter Central Military Commission As Supreme Chairman Stahitmao walks into the meeting room all members of the commission arise in unison, military members saluting him. Only when he sits down do the others follow him. Minister of Defense Jaap Huizing is the first to speak. "Mr. Supreme Chairman, I am afraid that the problem on our northern border has become too large too ignore. Exsorcial has amassed a significant amount of troops and equipment at the border." The Supreme Chairman answers him with his usual smile. "Yes, but this is hardly surprising, tumors do have the tendency to grow. The key is to control it, to cut it out when the time is right and to bombard it with radiation if necessary." "The sheer size of this military buildup is greatly concerning, it looks like they might be preparing for war." Now Stahitmaos smile turns into an ugly grimace. "War? I cannot have war, not now, not with the centenary celebrations of the Party coming up. I am not sure if your assessment on this is correct. Sometimes to know of your opponents intentions your merely have to look at your own. It is merely a show to intimidate us or perhaps they have great interests in portraying us as an enemy. Whatever it is there biggest weakness must remain in place, they must remain isolated. However we must be ready to repel them and more importantly for now deter them and ensure that it does not come to war at all. What is the state of our military reforms?" "We have been busy implementing them. Our armed forces are in a better state than ever before. But if we wish to deter Exsorcial we must gain more strength. Perhaps a little more funding can be shifted to us?" "I had expected you would say that, but I agree. The preservation of our nation and our Party must remain a top priority. Right now we might very well be able to keep them out of our own territory in case of war, but defeating them on their own lands will require a vast extension of our capabilities. However the funding will need to be spent more responsibly. The amounts of corruption within our armed forces are disgusting. These sickening tumors of corrupt officials must be exterminated. With the current levels of corruption we will only be able to deter Exsorcial with some disgustingly large superyacht. We must also move more troops and equipment to the northern border. Shift troops away from the Ferwerter part of the border with the "I propose that we increase the budget with 150 billion stahitmaos." "150 billion? That will be quite a hard pill to swallow. We must ramp up our public opinion work and make sure that these aggressive actions by Exsorcial will increase the people's support for this budget increase. We must also strengthen our alliances and maintain peace." Then General Braaksma speaks up. He looks slightly scared, which is unusual for him. "There is also another situation developing on the northern border..." Stahitmao looks intrigued. "The Exsorcialains have been torturing people at the border. It is all in plain sight, clearly meant to evoke some kind of reaction from us. The reports we have gotten back from our intelligence units, they are... disturbing beyond description." The General almost starts to choke on his words. "Some of our troops were so shocked, that they have stopped gathering intelligence at all... I have seen some of the footage, it is... terrifying." Stahitmao smiles. "Good, this is an excellent opportunity." Braaksma looks even more schocked than before. "I am sorry...?" "This will do wonders for our public opinion management. Get a CFTN film crew to the border as quick as possible. I want footage in gruesome 4k 60fps detail accompanied by a dramatic score. We will broadcast their horrors all over the Union and I assure that 150 billion stahitmao increase will be welcomed like we have just erased taxes. Make sure the footage reaches the rest of the world as well. There must be no one left to support this regime, but only the cancerous father at the top himself." ------------------------------ And with that the mobilization begins. From Exmorra to Ferwerterhoek rows of tanks and missile vehicles can be seen thundering over the Ferwerter railways. Large trucks packed with troops, deadly determination in their eyes, speed over the highways. Jets and helicopters fly over the endless carpet of cities. The show of force would be returned. When the footage from the borders is blasted into the homes of Ferwerter families their shock is large, but their anger and hate is immeasurable. All the talkshows discuss it, social media is flooded both with messages condemning Exsorcial and shows of patriotism and pride for the armed forces. The Ferwerter people feel threatened and for now that is exactly how the Party wants them to feel. And as with every Ferwerter propaganda show, there is always a song to go along with it: Exsorcial! Exsorcial! It is time for you to fall! Your suffering will end, Against your oppression we shall bravely defend, The people of Exsorcial, Crushed beneath the iron boot of father know all. But not to fear, Your liberation is near! The Ferwerter winds reek of loyalty and devotion, Even during times of peace, ------------------------------- The Ferwerter Ministry of Foreign Affairs The Ferwerter Government has been shocked by the despicable acts of Exsorcial and believes they present the biggest threat to world peace. They are rapidly increasing their militarization and this has become a global issue. However we cannot deter the continued aggression of Exsorcial on our own. For this we need tight international cooperation. The Controlist Ferwerter Union is therefor glad to hear that Also we hope that this can be the beginning of new relations between our two peoples. If so we would like to propose an exchange of embassies to facilitate further diplomatic contact. Cooperation on any level could benefit both our nations greatly. If we are to protect the world from warmongering regimes such as Exsorcial, we must work together for a future of peace and prosperity. A message to the government of Exsorcial (if it will even reach them) "It has come to our attention that their has been a significant mobilization of Exsorcialain troops on our northern border. We wish to make clear that the Ferwerter government does not wish for bad relations between our governments and believes that both our peoples could greatly benefit from peaceful cooperation and development. It seems you view this matter differently. We warn you that bad relations between our states will prove harmful to your governments efforts. If you merely wish to sow destruction, than the Ferwerter government suggests to focus on more practical targets. The success of any government is based on a strong economy and your continued isolation harms your own efforts greatly. We can provide you with many things that war will not get you. Peace between our states is the more desirable option. This will be the last chance at a diplomatic solution. We would like to hear your view on this situation." A message to the governments of: "Global peace, stability and security is threatened and we must preserve it at at all costs. If we do not act now a worldwide catastrophe will unfold and countless lives will be lost. The state of Exsorcial has continually threatened our very existence as prosperous nations. They have openly declared that they wish destroy the world as we know it, as we hold dear. The Controlist Ferwerter Union is committed to preserve global peace and prosperity, but it cannot do this alone. That is why we reach out to the nations with which we already have significant military ties to form a Global United Defense Pact to counter the threat of Exsorcial and any other nation who wishes to destroy our way of being. Today the troops of Exsorcial stand at our border, but tomorrow they will stand at your borders as well. This is a worldwide problem which needs a worldwide response. The only way in which we can prevent a catastrophe is to make the cost of aggression for Exsorcial so high that they will not dare to engage in it any further. Only through strong cooperation can we ensure the continued existence of our nations. With this pact an attack on one of our nations, will be an attack on all of us. If it is established we must also look out for other nations willing to stand with us in our global struggle against Exsorcialain aggression. We would gladly hear your view on this." | |
| The Empire of Makko Oko | The Makko Oko Office Of The Emperor June 23rd, 2022 The message sent by Ferwerter officials to the government had no destination, but due to the "government" signage written on the envelope, was routed to the Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs in the capital city of Opposh. There, somebody named Robert Zweig, who was a Communications Transceiver, received the letter and opened it to examine the contents and nature of the letter. After reading it, and double checking the postage on the envelope, Robert immediately forwarded it up to the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs, Alora Hakjova, with the priority status of "URGENT - HANDLE IMMEDIATELY". Minutes later, Minister Hakjova called a friend in the CIB regarding Exsorcial and was able to obtain footage from CFTN, confirming the dangers presently claimed in the letter. Minister Hakjova then called immediately for a meeting with Emperor Conall Solis, Minister Of Defense Radim Kucera, the Minister Of Internal Security Miguel Kellison and the Director Of National Intelligence Phillip Whited. The Emperor, noticing the urgency of the request, immediately approved the meeting request and ordered all invited officials to his office for discussion. After the Emperor's office door closes, the Emperor asks in a panicked and concerned tone, "What's the emergency Minister Hakjova?!?" and Minister Hakjova hands the Emperor the envelope, and he looks at it and goes "What's this?" and notices it came from the Ferwerter Ministry Of Foreign Affairs and he pulls out the letter and reads it. His expression goes from neutral to concerned and serious within a minute, and Minister Hakjova then pulls up the CFTN footage the CIB friend gave him and puts it up on his TV. The footage was nothing but bloodshed, nothing that could ever be spoken of, things that Makko Oko claimed to never do, but potentially did anyways. The footage was around 4 minutes long, and about half-way through, the Emperor said "Turn that thing off! It's horrific!" and Minister Hakjova did so. The Emperor then showed the letter to the other cabinet officials in the room and Minister Kucera has a pleasant but firm look on his face regarding the proposal of the Global United Defense Pact. Minister Kellison asks "Did this footage air within our borders?" and Minister Hakjova responds "Negative, we would've certainly heard something by now if it had" "So," Minister Hakjova says clapping his hands together, "What are we going to do about them? About this? Do we join?" and Minister Hakjova responds sarcastically, "Well obviously Hakjova! It's a great opportunity to boost our defenses!" and the Emperor nods in agreement, saying "In that speech I gave recently, I said I would put our soldiers in every nation, EVERY. NATION. And this came at the perfect time for me to put that plan into place. As it stands right now, we have ZERO foreign military bases, and I want that fixed, especially in these times of tension." Director Whited chimes in on the Emperor, saying "Agreed. According to internal intelligence, Exsorcial is the only nation to be at critical and dangerous threat levels within the security assessments." Minister Kucera responds, stating that "Even if this pact wasn't offered, the only ways Exsorcial can get to us, are by air or sea, they have no borders with us. We're much safer than the likes of Minister Kucera then goes speechless and looks highly embarrassed, then just says quietly, "My apologies Emperor, I'm an embarrassment to defense." Everybody largely ignores that little spat and Kucera's apology, and Hakjova makes a suggestion that would change the game forever, "Emperor, do you remember the Public Order Act?" and everybody's eyebrows start to go up in curiosity and it fills the room, "What if we declare all of Exsorcial a public threat?" and everybody gasps in unison and greatly think on the matter. The Emperor then walks directly up to Minister Hakjova's face and asks him bluntly, "What made you suggest this?" and he responds "Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I'd never want to see you die, or any of us die. I got to see all 4 minutes of torture, I never paused it. These bitches deserve to die." Everybody then goes dead silent, not knowing Hakjova or ANY foreign minister could act like this or have these thoughts, and the Emperor looks to love that kind of thinking and smiles deviously. "This talk has made me so happy" the Emperor starts while looking giddy, "I personally approve of joining this pact, and in addition to that, approve of the GREAT HAKJOVA'S IDEA! I'll write and sign the order as soon as possible." Looking at Minister Kellison, appearing to willfully ignore Minister Kucera's presence, the Emperor says "Write a response to them at once, detailing our wants and needs." and Minister Kellison does the Makko Okoan salute and says "Yes sir, Emperor!" and the Emperor says to wrap up, "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Minister Hakjova, and I'm glad we could address this threat in unison. Now get out of my office." and they all say "Yes sir, Emperor!" in unison and leave the Emperor be to fulfill the order. The Makko Oko Ministry Of Internal Security ON THE MATTER OF THE GLOBAL UNITED DEFENSE PACT "Greetings Ferwerter! I am the Minister Of Internal Security, Miguel Kellison, with the Makko Oko Ministry Of Internal Security, and I am officially stating, on behalf of the Makko Okoan Government, that we approve of the Global United Defense Pact and its mission and will be joining the pact. We do have some stipulations however that you should find quite reasonable: - At least 1 military base on every participating nation's soil This is all the Makko Okoan Government asks for, in exchange for our membership and military support granted to the Global United Defense Pact. In addition, due to the recent footage seen on your local CFTN news network, we are taking further local action against the Government Of Exsorcial. These actions will remain secret until the public release goes out via the press, but we know that your government will find it fruitful. Let me, personally, know if your government needs anything or would like to ask us for anything regarding the Global United Defense Pact or Exsorcial and I would be glad to assist. Sincerely, Miguel Kellison, Minister Of Internal Security |
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