The New Union
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: The United Duchies of Mierria
Last WA Update:
Embassies: Plum Island.
The New Union contains 3 nations.
Today's World Census Report
The Most Extreme in The New Union
The World Census ranked nations on the basis of how odd, extreme, or fundamentalist their social, economic, and political systems are.
As a region, The New Union is ranked 5,494th in the world for Most Extreme.
|1.||The Heckhole of Vah Aulehimme||Corporate Police State||“Oal megota sig peur perial”|
|2.||The Republic of Mierria6||Authoritarian Democracy||“You Can't Stop Progress”|
|3.||The United Duchies of Mierria||Democratic Socialists||“Ten Duchies, united under God”|
- : The Kingdom of Arthumbria of the region Aldmeria proposed constructing embassies.
- : The United Duchies of Mierria dismissed The Republic of Switz got Lazy 391 as join Lily of The New Union.
- : The United Duchies of Mierria abolished the region's flag.
- : The United Duchies of Mierria arrived from Balder.
- : The United Duchies of Mierria updated the World Factbook entry.
- : Embassy established between Plum Island and The New Union.
- : Embassy cancelled between Pax Britannia and The New Union.
- : Embassy cancelled between The Fallout Wasteland and The New Union.
- : Embassy cancelled between The Alterran Republic and The New Union.
- : Embassy cancelled between The Embassy and The New Union.
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48 HOURS INTO THE ARRIVAL
48 hours after the sighting of the unknown object. We notice that a door slowly opens every 18 hours, stays open for two hours then reopens up 16 hours later. We have sent teams into these doors, they discovered that the doors seem to lead to a tunnel with a see-through wall. Our teams of scientists found life and named them Heptapods. They communicate vocally (Heptapod A) and through written language (Heptapod B) and our scientists have discovered that by showing them words in our language, they respond with a symbol of the same meaning in their language.
Currently, we have a cryptography team working to decipher their language, we have shown them various objects and our crytography team is quickly noticing patterns in the Heptapods speech patterns, we expect to be able to hold a conversation with a Heptapod within days if the current speed of progress is upheld. Once we are able to effectively communicate, we hope to learn about their technologies, especially military technology.
We don't know why they are here, so any hostile moves made by them will be taken very seriously.
We will maintain contact with the Heptapods over the next few days, we are getting closer and closer to being able to communicate thoroughly with the Heptapods; hopefully we can exchange cultures, technology, and friendship.
The leader of Pulchra-Gloria is scheduled to meet with the Heptapods once we are able to communicate, this is most likely going to happen in the next few days.
Glory to Pulchra-Gloria!
END OF DOCUMENT
|The five tribes|
Hajin rubbed his chin. He looked behind him to see if his men were recording everything. They nodded. “Good heavens look at the time! It’s almost late. Well mister Reynold, it’s been a pleasure, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. Ta Ta”
Hajin was handed a bottle of whiskey before getting in the passenger side of the armored truck. After the door closed he talked to the driver. “Send it to the labs. I want another strain and I want it within 72 hours. Tell them I’ll pay 6 times as much as before just get it done.”
The driver nodded. The truck sped off.
After Ryu finally gave up the information, and it was checked to be true, Jiro cut the ropes. “Don’t even think about getting up.”
“You’re still a bastard. I only talked cause I want my children safe. You don’t own me Jiro! You-“
His rant was cut off by a sharp jab from the cattle prod. Pain shot up the side of his stomach, bruising the flesh. There was a knock at the door. Jiro stopped. “Yeah?”
“Sir there’s aliens outside.” A messenger said through winded breath. Jiro turned around bewildered. “You f**kin with me right now? Go before I make you scrub every toilet on this island with a cotton ball. “
The messenger handed him a phone, with live video of the spacecraft. “Mother of God. Get this sad excuse of a human into his cell and tell the air force to get all available planes ready to fly, but do not leave ground unless I say so. “
The Messenger bowed as Jiro excited the room. Can I have a break from people trying to invade us for one day. Jiro contemplated retirement in his head
Reynold clutched the bottle of whiskey in his hand as he watched Hajin and his men speed away.
What a rush, he thought to himself. Phew.
Probably shouldn't have told them that part about k-selection.
"Who were those people?", asked Melody, who had just entered the tent.
"No one important."
|Republic of kimeria|
After receiving no diplomatic response from Prussia and first contact with the so called Aliens being established on many sites all around the world, the Kimerian government became impatient with Prussia and decided to send an offer of help to many other Nations that had found landings within their borders, this offer read:
Dear [Country name],
Vladimir Olekovsky, Leader of the Republic of Kimeria.
~~A bottle of white, a bottle of red~~
Assistant Chef Claire Yakwe's hands flew into a blur.
This meal was going to be perfect.
From above, her left hand brought down a masterfully sharpened knife, decapitating the twarru fish in one fell swoop.
In half the of the chopped fish went: egg - flour - egg - breadcrumbs and then, the oil, simmering and coiling like a pit of snakes, covering the fish like a greedy child.
Her hands took out buttermilk and traditional rroyu fermented beans, whisked them for 3 minutes and no more, then added powdered dry squid, dill, and 5-spice.
When the time was right, her hands pulled the fried fish out with fry-sticks and set them out to cool and drain.
Raw fish. Sliced paper-thin, spread out making a semi-transparent fan.
Finished with an artistic swirl of sweet Tau'o sauce.
Nine minutes and thirteen seconds, she thought to herself. Could be better.
She stared at the foreign investor, her boss, and the waiter, waiting for the conversation to stop.
First time cooking for Brujlandian tongues. She wiped some sweat from underneath her cap and furrowed her eyebrows. I wonder what he'll think of it.
She adjusted her bun underneath her cap, taking care to not disturb the chrysanthemum bobby pins that held the precarious lump together.
Well, I guess it doesn't matter too much.
Would be nice if he liked it, though.
Mierria and Brujland
|The United Duchies of Mierria|
Joseph idled at his desk, the view of the Mierrian Capital in the background. He continued to idle, staring blankly at the skyline of Mierria's largest city. Dirty streets weaved around wide apartment complexes, little blurs of color the size of ants ants filling the sidewalks below. Joseph's thoughts mirrored those of the many 'skyliners' of the Capital, as they were known by the poorer classes of the streets below. And, though Joseph was Milosian, and grew up rural, his image, a short, pretentious as*hole with a mullet, would have reminded any rural inhabitant of the Inlying Islands of the 'Capital Island Elite', whose existence had perhaps been the prime motivation for Gaetz's rise.
He held back a giggle at this somber realization, and turned his eyes away from the skyline, and inward, toward the two captains standing before him, whom he forgot existed for a brief moment.
In Gaetz's absence - he was touring the East, with his two kids - Joseph had been left with complete control of the turning of the cogs that kept the Mierrian state moving. Gaetz trusted him, and Joseph was proud of that- almost to a debilitating degree.
So, his mind asked himself; "What would Gaetz do?"
He had been given very specific instructions for this instance. And that instance was right in front of him- a file opened flat on his desk. It read of how the leaders of Nymareg met with the leaders Nordaxica and Preussisches kaiserreich. According to various leaks and Mierria's own sources from within Nymareg, the men in front of Joseph and the file itself almost sure that the wheels of war were turning into motion, and soon the CTL would rush to secure CTEC.
He remembered the day Gaetz left. He hadn't given Joseph much direction of what to do, but, just before Gaetz departed, he pulled the Prime Minister aside, pulled him close and whispered something in his ear; a plan.
It was time to put that plan into motion, and Joseph thought- no, knew he was the right man for the job.
"We're going to war, men." Joseph said bashfully.
Mierria intervenes to end slavery in CTEC
A statement was delivered to the leaders of the various nations of the world via fax:
"Leaders of the world,
The West prides itself in being the most civilized of the two Continents. From
the cultural capital of Nymeria, the democratic principles of states like
set the example of what it means to create a civilized society.
However, there is an exception to this golden rule. And that example exists in
the nation of CTEC. Though this savage nation claims to represent the will of the
people, slavery is universally legal in their land. Those who don't abide by the tyranny
of the CTECian regime, our satellite image shows, are placed in labor camps.
A civilized society is one that respects the value of all life, which CTEC does not. This
being noted by the Mierrian government and the governments of numerous other
nations and international humanitarian organizations, we feel we have no choice but to
intervene in CTEC on behalf of the people, who shall no more be slaves to the tyrant
David Hart stood on the deck of his battleship, the RMS Rexicana, the smell of steel intertwined with the brine below filled the air. He breathed it in slowly, his mind wandering to his last successful attack, the Raid of the Vranastrov. If he hadn't technically been a 'pirate' for that assault, he might have gotten an Order of Philon for that strike. This, though, was another day. This time, David would be hailed at home as a freer of the slaves of CTEC. He imagined himself wearing a Philon's Medal on his uniform, and smiled.
A small Aluthrian strike force (some of which were ironically made up of CTECian equipment) had joined up with his fleet of combat vessels as they passed the Aluthrian island of Fo'an. David had very specific orders of Prime Minister Harris, who had told him to engage with CTEC and land in the Southwestern coast of CTEC. Swiftness in dealing with the Syndicat's fleet, David was told, was crucial to the war effort.
As the CTECian coast came into view, so did the CTECian South Sea fleet. David made his way off the desk and into the bridge, and prepared the fleet for an attack.
|The Most Serene Republic of Caenaia|
It was early in the morning, but Amédée de Khiria was wide awake. After EO-1's sighting, he'd barely gotten any sleep. A staffer came in to report of a message from a foreign power, adressed to the President himself. Amédée read it thoroughly, and thought about it for a minute.
Mierria and Republic of kimeria
Marcus, upon hearing this, smirked at his advisor Darryl. Darryl had been advocating for an alliance with Mierria for months now.
"I am sad to hear that the other nations of the west resent you... but don't worry, they are but pebbles in our path to greatness, John. Unfortunately, the other nations of the west are ignorant, and don't know what is best for their respective countries."
Marcus then smiles.
"As for the alliance offer, I certainly accept. The alliance between us will direct this world to prosperity. All who stand in our path, will face our collective wrath."
Darryl Jameison nods his head and grins, then says.
"Like always, I completely agree with Marcus; an alliance between our nations would be the most powerful one in the New Union, the world would be our oyster."
Marcus then extends his arm to shake hands with John.
"Glory to our nations, friend."
|The United Duchies of Mierria|
46 Days Ago
A mile south of the CTECian Coast
The RMS Rexicana made its approach. Sailors prepared, guns were readied. The liberation of CTEC was beginning. David Hart stared on into the distance, as a sailor yelled, and the beaches came into sight. The CTECians were a proud people, Hart had been told by a well-traveled friend who owned a shop in Dawsbury.
"Alright Johnston." Hart said, taking a cigar out of his mouth. "Ready the cannons. I can see my Order of Philon now." He said, smiling. "Maybe you'll all get one!" He exclaimed, his smile widening and the crew smiling back, most just out of respect for their commander rather than genuine excitement.
"Fire when ready!"
The deck's communications officer hesitated.
"Sir, should we warn the CTECians first? Uh, give them a chance to... surrender?"
"Oh, right. I suppose that is the humanitarian thing to do." Admiral Hart said, snickering. "Sure, put me on their frequency."
The communications officer fiddled with his blocky, old-looking radio, finding the enemy frequency. He gave Admiral Hart a signal when he seemingly had found the right one, and the Admiral leaned into his microphone, and said softly, yet with the confidence of an iron fleet in his voice;
"This is Admiral David Hart of the Mierrian Navy. Could you please put me through to the commander of the CTECian forces?"
"We are contacting you to inform you that you have two minutes to put down your arms and surrender, or else we will take this beachhead by force."
Nothing. The quiet static almost sounded like it was getting louder as the seconds passed.
"Uh, we are, uh, justified by the..." Hart stopped. "Can they hear me?"
"Close the channel, we'll deliver our message of peace by force."
A deck officer ran into the room, sweaty, binoculars almost slipping out of his palm. "Admiral, you need to see this." And gestured for Hart to follow. The Admiral gulped, his Order of Philon seeming more distant now than it did just a moment before.
Rushing out, the officer took him to an open space, and pointed at the shore, handing his binoculars to the Admiral. He hesitated, before bringing them to his eyes. He gazed around the CTECian battlements, the line of dug out trenches and forts, blocky, cement buildings marking the beach, hastily constructed. It was the expected defense CTEC would bring against Hart's fleet, except there was one problem.
Where was everyone?
The machine guns were unmanned, tanks were motionless, and the forts were empty. Even the roads, far in the distance yet still viewable were empty.
He brought the binoculars off of his face, and handed them back to the deck officer. He shivered, creeped out to his core at the CTECian nation's sudden disappearance. He rushed back into the bridge, the crew gathered there looking upon him, worried. He turned his attention back to the communications officer.
"Send a message back to the Capital. Tell the Prime Minister there's nobody here. The beaches are empty."
The officer looked through him.
"Sir, we tried messaging the Capital after nobody responded from CTEC. They've gone dark too. Either we can't get through or... Well..."
To be continued...
ALLEBRUJYA! ALLEBRUJYA! ALLEEEEE-BRUJ-YA!
A chorus of angelic voices echoed over the icy wastes of Brujland. The citizens of Port 37 all froze and looked up, their mouths agape. They knew that in that moment, their world was somehow being graced by a being far beyond their comprehension. The depths of their minds couldn't do anything other than stop in awe at the presence of something so infinitely greater than themselves.
A light shown in the center of town, shining down from somewhere just above the sky. In the center of it, a figure bedecked with an ornate white robe and gold trimmings held his hands aloft like a primal high priest lost in the ecstasy of praise. He landed delicately, and the light slowly faded into the shimmer of the snow.
With the whole city listening, the old man spoke, though not to the crowd. They would hear him soon enough. A more important audience awaited. "So, this is where we are building our kingdom? So be it, divine one."