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The sakura nippon

New united carolinas wrote:

New Raleigh, Old North Province

December 10, 2147

Ariana had found herself lost in thought. It had been a month since Chancellor Shadow was assassinated, and even she didn’t know him well, the thought still bothered her.

She peered out the window while sipping her morning coffee. The towering skyscrapers of New Raleigh glistened in the sun. The city was waking up.

The 2148 Presidential Election was going to begin this year. Ariana had no doubt she’d win, however. Her support was through the roof. And judging by the most recent legislative expansion, the new states were still mainly liberal, considering her administration’s many prop ups.

The last time a conservative was President was well over two decades ago. And there was a simple explanation: the Carolinas mostly grew after world war III because of so much immigration from old American cities. Many African Americans left the midwest and north east at the time, which helped to drive the liberal vote. Particularly from what was now []New Spiedska[/nation]. Even Flowerland and Appalachia, the two most conservative provinces, were only around 54-57% right winged.

What did it have to do with the Chancellor’s death? Well, Ariana feared her popularity would only fuel someone’s hatred more, thus more likely to act on their evil desired to bring her down.

Ariana wanted nothing but to be on the good side of everyone. Especially her allies.

Suddenly. Ariana had a plan.

She finished her coffee, and sped walked back to the Presidential sleeping quarters, in which her family still slept.

She grabbed her laptop and began drafting yet another letter to the Department of Foreign affairs. She wanted to host a party or diplomatic meeting here in the good ol NUC. Infact, it could be on New Years!

Perhaps in New Raleigh? No, Palmetto City. The temperatures on the beach must be amazing this time of year; not too cold or hot. Plus, they always launch their fireworks over the ocean, which is absolutely gorgeous.

She wanted it to be all about staying on good terms. She also wanted to make sure it was kept relatively secret as to not tip off any potential enemies. Though she certainly wasn’t going to mail individual letters in socks again.

She also hoped []Ventus Prime[/nation] and []New Sistonia[/nation] could exist in the same room together without fighting over oxygen. Hopefully the presence of other well behaved guests would keep them under control.

Hell, she might as well write leaders of nations she hasn’t gotten to speak with yet.

She finished the draft, added a list of nations and their leaders to fill into the template, and sent the letter to the Department of Foreign Affairs to be corrected and translated. She sighed a sigh of relief. Hopefully they’d come. Hopefully.

She closed her computer and laid back in bed. Despite the coffee in her system, she still managed to fall back asleep, satisfied.

aaaaa

Kiyomi has received word from the Minister of Foreign Affairs. An invitation to a New Years Party in North America, most specifically the New United Carolinas. It is advised that Kiyomi would travel with a guard as many people would show up, some could may possibly pick a fight with her or , others may fight with each other. That is when Minister of Public Safety had came into the room with the solution.

The Minister of Public Safety took the Empress to Public Security Section 9. Where she would bring her to some area full of wires and scientists.

Shizuka: "Your Heavenly Majesty, meet Takata Matsuko, still in development but she will be ready once you go to the Americas for the trip, she is one of Section 9's most prized agents as she will shape how Section 9 operates as a Black-Ops Unit. People won't notice that she is part of Section 9 as Section 4 sometimes uses heavy augmented soldiers in combat. She is fully cybridized and she doesn't have to carry a weapon to the diplomatic meeting. We will get her dressed up as soon as she is out of the pod,• Shizuka would say as she left the room afterwards, Kiyomi was shocked with the idea of people becoming cyborgs or heavily augmenting themselves, however this was for her protection and seems to have came from a corporation that supplies these augmentations and parts.

The Party in Palmetto City - 31st, December, 2147

Her Heavenly Majesty arrives a bit late into the scene, with her guard near Kiyomi's side. As she was unfamiliar to North America and its leaders. She took a seat in one of the tables in the back of the area. So she doesn't cause disruption while trying to look for a nice spot to sit in.

She wore this time a flowery kimono with a pearly color covering her chest and bosom. The lower part was the Hakama which was tied at the waist and ran down to her feet covering most of her legs with a dark cloth that had flowers at the ends of it. She also wore Hakama Boots which went along nicely. Her guard however wore a formal attire that was more western-like. She wore an elegant black suit that resembled more of an office attire, to add onto her mysterious identity, her iris colors were covered by a sleek and dark sunglasses that.

For the most part they observed like sitting ducks.

Ventus Prime, Cymiopolis, and New united carolinas

The sakura nippon

The kingdoms of austranisia

Trade Deal? - Fri, 12 Jan 2148

The Inari Empire of Japan has been limited in land to keep their populace in the land and has been limited on food when people started migrating from the rural areas to the cities after the Cold War in the 20th century. Japan’s food production is mostly based in the Sakhalin islands and the Kuril Islands. Both been annexed from the Russian Federation.

With now Austranisia reaching out for the need of thorium. Trade Minister Honoka is willing to offer 1 metric ton of Thorium for 10 metric tons of produce (food). It is now up to the Austranisian leader or delegates to decide to sign upon the trade.

Cymiopolis

The sakura nippon wrote:Kiyomi was rather surprised that the technology they were utilizing to build the spacecraft had some more complex technology used into it than in other spacecrafts, she scratched her head and shrugged.

Kiyomi: "I guess that's why we are having a bit of a struggle in developing it," she says with a giggle, "I would be interested in buying spacecrafts but I'll have to ask for price numbers, I don't want to go over budget since I spent too many Yens on dresses than on food," she says.

“I’m not sure how credits convert to Yen but each ship would average around... 500,000 credits. Of course, we wouldn’t want to bankrupt your nation. Though regarding your technology, perhaps some of our best minds could help with that?” Lysithea had the cup of tea to her mouth but the smile behind it was obvious.

The sakura nippon

The sakura nippon wrote:

As she was watching television one of her servants entered the room quickly and bowed, they then took her bags and explained the situation.

Servant: "Your Heavenly Majesty, they have arrived," he said with grey tail shifting from one side to another. Kiyomi got off the seiza and has grabbed her bag and left the Palace. As soon as the Palace doors opened Kiyomi stood next to the servant as they saw Lysithea and Raphtalia approaching, bowing respectfully.

Kiyomi: "Greetings again Chancellor and Raphtalia, how has the day been?" she asked as she stood back up.

Lysithea and Raphtalia both bowed in return before looking at one another and smiling. “Actually your Highness, you can call her Vice Chancellor now,” Lysithea said, motioning toward Raphtalia.

“A-Ah, only if you want to be formal, Raphtalia is still fine,” Raphtalia stammered, gesturing wildly. “A-Anyway, I’m so glad you can come with us, I just hope it isn’t an inconvenience for your staff.”

The sakura nippon

The kingdoms of austranisia

The sakura nippon wrote:The kingdoms of austranisia

Trade Deal? - Fri, 12 Jan 2148

The Inari Empire of Japan has been limited in land to keep their populace in the land and has been limited on food when people started migrating from the rural areas to the cities after the Cold War in the 20th century. Japan’s food production is mostly based in the Sakhalin islands and the Kuril Islands. Both been annexed from the Russian Federation.

With now Austranisia reaching out for the need of thorium. Trade Minister Honoka is willing to offer 1 metric ton of Thorium for 10 metric tons of produce (food). It is now up to the Austranisian leader or delegates to decide to sign upon the trade.

*signed* the Austranisians hopes to have friendlier ties to other Asian countries
And with this thorium the Austranisian's reliance on oil shall be diminished.

Cymiopolis

The sakura nippon wrote:Kiyomi: "Ah, your parents gave you something to remember upon, that is lovely," she says faintly to her, "Life throw things down upon us and it is up to us to get back up Momo, certainly no one has had it easy in Japan especially during our period of isolationism and economic stagnation." she says. Kiyomi giggled faintly as Momo became energetic

Kiyomi: "It is okay, I would understand if I were in your shoes, I would be definitely be jumping up and down a bed if there were one." she says as they reached the Kyoto Imperial Palace, the door of the limousine opened and everyone got out of the limousine one by one, "Welcome to my birthplace, the Kyoto Imperial Palace, it holds a special place to me as I was born in the Gardens of this palace, my mother and father wanted to gave birth to me near a shrine so that the kami of this shrine can bless me, I am not sure what blessing I got if I did get any, most of the things that has happened to me were rather miserable events, anyways follow me," she says as she leads the group into the Kyoto Palace.

Momo listened quietly and reverently. "You too? Our nation is only now deciding to come out of isolation. I had to talk this one into it'' Momo said, poking her husband. "Im glad to know we aren't the only ones. I might have felt a bit out of the ordinary if ours was the only country. That would be awfully dreadful" She added.

Momo giggled adorably. "Well my shoes are much more comfy than yours." She said, pressing her toes in her flats. "Though I wouldn't know, I haven't really worn geta much. Though if you wish to try mine you can. A-a-anyway I do understand your point.

upon arriving Momo was in awe. "My word. I have never seen the Palace in person, ive only ever rode past it. Am I even allowed to wear shoes on this sacred ground?" She said trailing off

The sakura nippon and North italian union

Post self-deleted by North italian union.

North italian union

(don't mind that just trying out a thing with mobile)

Anybody actually know how to block telegrams from the World Assembly Compliance Commission?
The moment you think you're recieving an important telegram....

Twelve titans, Ventus Prime, Cymiopolis, and Frellor

Volirum wrote:Anybody actually know how to block telegrams from the World Assembly Compliance Commission?
The moment you think you're recieving an important telegram....

I don’t think you can lol. That was probably the only benefit of been banned from the WA. Now that I’m back, it sure is annoying

Cymiopolis wrote:I don’t think you can lol. That was probably the only benefit of been banned from the WA. Now that I’m back, it sure is annoying

Wait what did you do?

New united carolinas

Ventus Prime wrote:Somewhat awkwardly, whether it was from the wine or just nerves, Lysithea decided to stand up first. “First of all Madame President, I just want to thank you for inviting us here tonight. My predecessor would’ve loved to have been here as well and honestly I would’ve preferred him to do the talking while I take care of the drinking.”

She paused as many people chuckled. “Unfortunately, while this is a time to be merry, there is a lot on my mind. It’s one thing to fight a war, it’s another to fight one with an enemy you know nothing about. I’ve made it clear that I won’t drag anyone into this conflict unwillingly but I can assure you, if we don’t stand up, then who will? Because if somehow we lost this fight and Kunkenga continues what they’re doing now, all of Earth- no, all of the galaxy will be at risk. So I ask all of you here tonight, what will you do to help prevent a tragedy like on Szel?” She then took a swig from her glass before promptly sitting down.

North italian union wrote:King Nicola caressed his mustaches. Chancellor Furlan knew that that was a great hint of him thinking intensively.
"I think our nation has been quiet for a little too long on this matter. We share a border along the Alps with Kunkenga  and we can't ignore his attacks to our allies anymore. If help is needed we'll gladly send it.".
The King paused and glared at Furlan: "Chancellor?"
The Chancellor stopped eating the delicious salmon tartar and ricomposed nervously.
"Yes Your Majesty?" He said with the mouth probably still full of tartar.
The King sighed.
"Show them our plans for an eventual preemptive attack and the project we have worked on during this period of neutrality. We're all allies in this meeting."

Chancellor Furlan took out an olographic projector and displayed a map of the north italian-kunkengan border along the Alps. The mountains where covered in detailed military formations and strategic arrows. The chancellor showed the next slide. Thousands of bunkers where being built among all the Alpine terrestrial borders of the NIU along with advanced defense technology.

The King pointed at the olographic image.
"This will be a new Maginot line. Albeit hopefully this time will work against a german" he smirked. "We are ready to use the invasion plan if it will be deemed necessary. I invite all of our allies to prepare for a new war as well. Nationalist german empire seems to have returned to a peaceful life but this new nation has potential to be a new NGE. We should stay prepared. Even on space colonies."

The sakura nippon wrote:aaaaa

Kiyomi has received word from the Minister of Foreign Affairs. An invitation to a New Years Party in North America, most specifically the New United Carolinas. It is advised that Kiyomi would travel with a guard as many people would show up, some could may possibly pick a fight with her or , others may fight with each other. That is when Minister of Public Safety had came into the room with the solution.

The Minister of Public Safety took the Empress to Public Security Section 9. Where she would bring her to some area full of wires and scientists.

Shizuka: "Your Heavenly Majesty, meet Takata Matsuko, still in development but she will be ready once you go to the Americas for the trip, she is one of Section 9's most prized agents as she will shape how Section 9 operates as a Black-Ops Unit. People won't notice that she is part of Section 9 as Section 4 sometimes uses heavy augmented soldiers in combat. She is fully cybridized and she doesn't have to carry a weapon to the diplomatic meeting. We will get her dressed up as soon as she is out of the pod,• Shizuka would say as she left the room afterwards, Kiyomi was shocked with the idea of people becoming cyborgs or heavily augmenting themselves, however this was for her protection and seems to have came from a corporation that supplies these augmentations and parts.

The Party in Palmetto City - 31st, December, 2147

Her Heavenly Majesty arrives a bit late into the scene, with her guard near Kiyomi's side. As she was unfamiliar to North America and its leaders. She took a seat in one of the tables in the back of the area. So she doesn't cause disruption while trying to look for a nice spot to sit in.

She wore this time a flowery kimono with a pearly color covering her chest and bosom. The lower part was the Hakama which was tied at the waist and ran down to her feet covering most of her legs with a dark cloth that had flowers at the ends of it. She also wore Hakama Boots which went along nicely. Her guard however wore a formal attire that was more western-like. She wore an elegant black suit that resembled more of an office attire, to add onto her mysterious identity, her iris colors were covered by a sleek and dark sunglasses that.

For the most part they observed like sitting ducks.

Palmetto City, Cusabo Province

December 31, 2147. Soon to be January 2148.

After everyone had said their parts, the countdown began. What made this hotel unique was that the top floor was like a glass dome, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and the beach. This meant that the world leaders had the best view possible of the oceanic fireworks, that were to be launched at midnight.

Ariana listened carefully to the words of Chancellor Lysitheia, and King Nicola. Ariana didn't expect the parting words of 2147 to be war plans, and evidently neither did the other guests. However, Ariana smiled, internally promising to keep the thoughts of Kunkenga in mind.

Various other people spoke. Some emotional statements, while some were generic and sappy. Yet they were all much appreciated. From leaders to diplomats to normal guests. Before they knew it, the final minute was upon them, and everyone began counting down.

"Here's to a new year," Ariana told her family, as they looked upon the coast of their country. They could see hundreds of onlookers on the beach, drinking and partying just as they were on the roof. Righteous stared blankly at the dark skies before asking: "Mom. Are we going to war?" The question took Ariana by surprise.

"I'm not sure," Ariana said. She really wasn't sure. She didn't think the Carolinas should get involved in this situation, especially considering how powerful a nation like Ventus Prime really is. But... if push came to shove.

"I hope not." Righteous sighed.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The room roared. Immediately afterward, fireworks shot from the floating boats, filling the sky with hundreds of bright colors. Glasses clinked together in celebration and unity. Though, there was a feeling of uncertainty that clouded Ariana's mind, and what she assumed to be the minds of other leaders as well.

Yet, Ariana took a deep breath, and sighed. She didn't want these feelings to cloud her judgment this year. She turned to the party guests. People she had known for years, or she had just gotten acquainted with.

She wasn't a fortune teller, so she wasn't certain what was going to happen. But if anything, she wanted to make sure she maintained relations with the countries NUC was close with.

Cymiopolis and North italian union

New flag!

Twelve titans, Ventus Prime, Cymiopolis, New united carolinas, and 1 otherNorth italian union

I'm trying to make gud dispatches... what do you think about this so far?

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Cheddar

| Citizenship | Embassies | RMB Policy | Discord | Polls |
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photo links for reference:
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I don't think it looks too bad, but it could use some work. (ignore the ending. seeing if the beginning theme is good)

Frellor and The kingdoms of austranisia

Ventus Prime wrote:Wait what did you do?

Had 2 nations in the WA and ignored the moderators requests to only have 1. Was banned for a year as a result

-Karlovich Adam Antonov-Ovsienko? Take off your glasses, please
Tall man behind the bolter-proof glass grinned and his sunglasses folded and slid under the skin. Pair of facet bionic eyes stared at young blonde border-control officer. They were moving with barely noticeable whirring, giving its owner insect look.
-Purpose of visit?
-Sightseeing, officer. – High-pitched voice of Adam reminded officer her car crash, when hover’s glass top was scalped with ultra-net back those days in Birth Temple. – Is there anything else?
Svetlana gave man his deckaphone
-Don’t erase this signature, you will have to show it on your way back.
-Have a wonderful day, officer.
Glasses came back on man’s eyes and he moved behind border control. Domodedovo Terminal X was crawling with all the life forms across known galaxy, speaking, shouting, pulsing with wild energy of movement, pulsing with will to love, to fight, to live. Adam had never been in New Moscow before, but he couldn’t deny that all the stories back there on Red Ray-1 faded in comparison with reality. He entered metro station Domodedovo, expecting to see stampede and crushing of Babel’s tower in live, but what he saw confused him – each platform was surrounded with four track – two at the left and right upper side and two down the platform, also at the left and right. Veins of megapolis were consuming crown, carrying it to its brain in New Moscow city, its heart in Dostoevsky and its reproduction system in Birth temple.

Adam was told that he had a flat in Bovrino district at the west side of the city, but he misread signs and found himself in Boulevard Center. He saw free water, dropping from sculpture of Padishah, who waters plants, green streets and low building, with biggest not higher than wheel of his old truck. Houses had some useless green spaces near them, with no visible designation, kids were running all alone in the streets, playing some holographic Uboy, but what confused him most of all was air. It was fresh air with no taste of recycling and old filters in it. Adam felt need to drop off the clothes and breathe this air with all his body, but then a guard appeared from nowhere just in front of him.
-Gospodin, people here are paying for privacy. Do you have any business here?
Although guard’s face were behind helmet, Adam looked at his arms. These were arms of someone, who had never worked hard in his life and who didn’t serve in real unites. Adam rolled up his sleeves. Whirring got louder. Guard tilt his head forward – another amateur move! – to see how bionic bee hatched from Adam’s hand. And another one. And another one. Guard jumped back and tried to reach his weapon, but bees went back the way they came. Adam grimaced:
-I won’t take your life before I take your work, maggot.
He moved back to the metro and found the way to Bovrino. Sometimes trains was moving on the ground and further it went from Boulevard Center, the more familiar became landscape. And the air…

Gospodin Antonov-Ovsienko moved up the long escalator and walked away through old, dirty doors to an old, dirty street. Fresh parasphalt on the streets was black and he smiled – it is always nice to find something from home. Who knows, he may’ve mined it himself. Girl of undetectable age – somewhere between 20 and 40 – moved to him, headbanging to the music no one else heard. Adam quickly recognized that gait – she was listening to music of the Spike. He saw brave men in difficult situation turning themselves into zombies in few years of using it, but smack was cheap and powerful. When these men were left in mines with knives and few doses, they were smiling and dancing like her. Looked like Birth Temple used Bovrino as such mines for its workers.
-Hi, krasiviy. Do you have a cigarette for a lady?
Adam took of “Parliament” pack and threw one to the girl. She didn’t catch it, bent down to take it and then fired it from its finger lighter, pretty popular upgrade among Spikeheads.
-You can do with me whatever you want for 200 Dengas.
-I am not living alone, girl.
-250 then
-Could be. - Adam cleared his throat and nodded. – Do you know where is Lavrova, 15?
She laughed in unnatural way, turning into cought and blood.
-You don’t even know where you live? I should’ve asked 400.

They got to a 40-floors building. Some spikeheads were laying on the stairs in the entrance, elevator was broken and they had to move to the 23 floor by foot.
When they got in, Adam got worried. Place looked wrong. There was a sofa with signs of all kinds of bodily fluids, posters with some pretty detailed pictures all over the walls and broken holoTV in front of the sofa. He went to the bathroom, which smelled like someone was left there to rot. He only hoped that this was a metaphor. Sink had water and this was a good start. Then he noticed what he was looking for on the mirror. It was all cracked, probably with the fist, but cracks on the upper left corner were forming familiar.
-Malysh, are you sure you can pay me? Looks like you need a sofa more than you need love.
He quickly took off his clothes and went back to the room, with money in hand.
-Are you back from prison? And where is your roommate you spoke about? – Girl just finished heating pipe and was laying on the sofa, eyes half closed. She also got naked. Adam dropped money on the sofa, whirring got loud.
– My gospodin, you are real hero in these slumps. So, this is what we got. – She raised her eyes, smiling with professional smile. Adam put hand on her hand. Bees went out of him and got into a hooker through her eyes. This was New Beginning in New Moscow.

Hey there guys!

Achipel and North italian union

New united carolinas wrote:

Palmetto City, Cusabo Province

December 31, 2147. Soon to be January 2148.

After everyone had said their parts, the countdown began. What made this hotel unique was that the top floor was like a glass dome, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and the beach. This meant that the world leaders had the best view possible of the oceanic fireworks, that were to be launched at midnight.

Ariana listened carefully to the words of Chancellor Lysitheia, and King Nicola. Ariana didn't expect the parting words of 2147 to be war plans, and evidently neither did the other guests. However, Ariana smiled, internally promising to keep the thoughts of Kunkenga in mind.

Various other people spoke. Some emotional statements, while some were generic and sappy. Yet they were all much appreciated. From leaders to diplomats to normal guests. Before they knew it, the final minute was upon them, and everyone began counting down.

"Here's to a new year," Ariana told her family, as they looked upon the coast of their country. They could see hundreds of onlookers on the beach, drinking and partying just as they were on the roof. Righteous stared blankly at the dark skies before asking: "Mom. Are we going to war?" The question took Ariana by surprise.

"I'm not sure," Ariana said. She really wasn't sure. She didn't think the Carolinas should get involved in this situation, especially considering how powerful a nation like Ventus Prime really is. But... if push came to shove.

"I hope not." Righteous sighed.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The room roared. Immediately afterward, fireworks shot from the floating boats, filling the sky with hundreds of bright colors. Glasses clinked together in celebration and unity. Though, there was a feeling of uncertainty that clouded Ariana's mind, and what she assumed to be the minds of other leaders as well.

Yet, Ariana took a deep breath, and sighed. She didn't want these feelings to cloud her judgment this year. She turned to the party guests. People she had known for years, or she had just gotten acquainted with.

She wasn't a fortune teller, so she wasn't certain what was going to happen. But if anything, she wanted to make sure she maintained relations with the countries NUC was close with.

While she was watching the fireworks, Lysithea couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for her speech, since she knew it was more of the alcohol talking. “I know that look.” Lysithea ignored her Foreign Affairs Minister as she took another sip of alcohol. “Honestly I thought the speech was fine, King Nicola seemed to be moved.”

“I’ve read better from a prompt,” Lysithea grumbled.

“Maybe we ought to call it a night then. After all, the President was kind of enough to rent the hotel out for us.”

“I think you’re right.” Lysithea stood up and was about to walk off but then put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine. You should stay here in case the New sistonian leader wants to speak with you.”

Wilmhar watched her go as he took a sip of wine from his own glass. “I worry about that girl...only a few weeks as Chancellor and she has so much on her shoulders. Well, let’s hope the Sistonians like our little GA project...”

Cymiopolis and New united carolinas

Kunkenga

A gatekeeper turns down his radio set and opens his guard box window to look at an approaching figure through the scorching heat. The figure's silhouette first appears black against the amber tint of the heated atmosphere, then slowly comes into color as it approaches. It's Richard Stewman, floor worker at the Steel City foundry. His standard teal coveralls fit tight over his fat frame and he has a slight limp in his right foot.

He is a very convincing replica.

The Wasp had done a really good job. It had finally reached the location where it would be going undercover, but there still remained the catch of getting into the foundry.

"Richie?" called out the gatekeeper at Steel City's southern checkpoint

"Ya got me right." it answered, saluting two thick fingers in the gate keeper's direction.

"What... how the hell did you get..." the gatekeeper stammered, looking frantically at the heat waves shimmering from the direction the Wasp came. "Where did you come from?"

"Got discharged from the hospital a while back, doctor did a great job patching my foot right back up." the Wasp answered, patting the ground with his right toe.

The Wasp, despite being a bleeding edge machine, had made a crucial error that it was starting to realize. It forgot to mimic the oxygen mask and heat protection that a real man would require while walking through the scorching flats in this area of the planet. It understood that it was about to be compromised and had to act quickly.

"I- I gotta call this in wait just a second." blurted the gatekeeper, quickly rolling his guard box window back up and scrambling to find a communicator.

The Wasp slowly approached the guard box, leering at the gatekeeper as he fumbled with a transceiver and began dialing.

"H-hey Mitch, this is Donny. I've got a problem here there's-" the gate keeper was quickly cut off following a sickening sound, like piece of smooth metal violently grinded on a fine edge.

A long chrome blade had been impaled into the gatekeeper's face, entering from between his eyebrows and exiting out the back of his head, pinning its sharp end against the back wall of his guard box. His dead eyes were crossed, looking at the shimmering blade between them.

The blade's source was the Wasp's index finger which had been horrifically extended and morphed into a chrome skewer that burst through the guard box window and into the gatekeeper's head.

The Wasp retracted the blade back with a small "snikt" noise, and looked into the guard box through the shattered window.

The gatekeeper's transceiver had been dropped, a low voice continued continued mumbling through it.

After swiftly breaking the handle off the guard box door, the Wasp entered and grabbed the transceiver.

"Donny, talk to me. What's going on?"

The Wasp began mimicking the gatekeepers voice, feigning a cough and mumbling a few words under its breath.

"Sorry Mitch, it's just this damned heat. Must be making me see things... I dunno." it answered.

"Piss off Donny, you already on gate duty because you couldn't keep your cool on today's patrol detail, now you're telling me you're seeing things?" the voice clamored, clearly not for the first time "You really need to get a psych eval man, all those days on Shoif must be catching up to you."

"Maybe..." the Wasp replied, its face affectless as it processed the information it received.

The gatekeeper was actually a soldier, usually acting as a patrol unit but recently relegated to work today's shift at the gate. Perhaps because of his hot temper. Or perhaps his weak nerves? Or maybe he literally couldn't properly handle the extreme heat of the planet? The meaning of the phrase "keep your cool" was difficult for the Wasp to parse without the proper context. However the first two options were the most likely considering the pejorative the voice on the transceiver made about his need for a psychiatric evaluation. A history of instability? The Wasp could access Steel City's employee database to search the medical records but would have to find a terminal. The reference to Shoif was a possible indicator. A tropical planet that was the site of a barbaric rebel defeat by the monarchy during the rebel conflict. Perhaps the gatekeeper was a veteran, one of the many imperial troops that engaged in the invasion of the isolas and beachheads? The Wasp filed this thought process for later review and returned to the call.

"...sorry about it anyways." the Wasp finished.

"Whatever" the voice on the other end grumbled, clicking off their transceiver and closing the connection.

The Wasp looked over its shoulder at the dead gatekeeper, his was body sliding off the chair and onto the floor of the crammed guard box.

It calculated that disguising itself as a guard would afford it additional authority and a better chance of successfully apprehending its target.

Placing a cold hand over the dead gatekeepers body, the Wasp began morphing to take his shape. Briefly revealing shimmering waves of its featureless chrome body as it mimicked the black uniform and Royal Army patches the gatekeeper wore. Having finished its transformation it stripped the gatekeeper of his credentials and carried his body a few feet away to a small lava flow where it dumped him.

Pressing its ID card against the southern gate, two massive blast doors creaked opened to the crowded warrens and workshops of Steel City. The hunt was now on for Sinon Asada.

Surveyors Council chambers, somewhere underneath the Royal Army HQ on Salsol
Grand Moff Redd sat alone at the council table, the hologram displaying what appeared to an elegant party. Across from him, calling in via hologram, was Moff Kraven.

"The other surveyors have made the necessary preparations. We are ready to strike at anytime." Redd quietly said, his bleary eyes fixed on the feed of the party.

"Is our little present ready to spring open?" he continued.

"Y-yes sir." Moff Kraven whispered, his quivering mouth visible even through his hologram.

"Our strategy simply can't work if we strike first. We must give them a reason to act..." Redd muttered.

"Wh-why didn't you call in the others on the council for this sir." Moff Kraven sheepishly asked, trying not to look into the Grand Moff's manic eyes.

"You seemed to be the only one who can understand the requirement of this sort of untrammeled violence. Appreciate why it is necessary. You never gave me flak for the first assassination. You understood why I HAD to put it together. They bloodied our nose at Ganymede and..." Redd answered, his movements growing increasingly frantic before slowly calming down, "...and besides, you seem to be the only one who understands how these machines work."

Moff Kraven winced as a bead of sweat rolled into his eye.

"Look at them... fireworks..." Redd sneered, "You know, the socialists started using them as ordinance against us during the final days of the Democratic Republic. Of course that's ancient history, long before you or I was born. Long before we even reached for the stars..." he sputtered, slowly drifting focus away before snapping back, "How about we give these heathens a real spectacle! A true new years celebration! Moff Kraven, you have the honors." Redd called out.

"God help us." Moff Kraven whispered before flipping a small switch in his hand.

PALMETTO CITY
Political and social elites from around the world, dressed resplendently in flowing gowns and neatly pressed suits, gathered around a balcony on a hot southern night and watched as fireworks blasted their brilliant colors over the dark blue sky.

Amid the celebration, a lone server lay down his tray and began making a bee line towards a woman dressed in blue. He seamlessly moved between party goers, never once bumping into them or making a sound. Even in the crowd he appeared invisible.

It was difficult for anyone to make out, the crowd was too tightly packed around him, but as he got closer to the woman his arms began to change. First elongating slightly from the wrists, then morphing into a brilliant chrome color. The servers hands also began melting together and tapering into fine points. Nobody present at the party could have identified what the server actually was, nor could they try and stop him as he had already broken out into a full sprint towards the woman in blue.

"LADY LYSITH-!" a voice called out, it was a stranger that had caught a glimpse of the server's hands and saw him making his way towards the woman. With a slight flick of his wrist, the server slit the strangers throat as he continued on his way.

The stranger's cry hadn't carried far enough for the woman to hear on account of the fireworks. But it did alert those around him to what was going on. Many of them began running away, some began screaming at the sight of the server and the dying stranger.

Unperturbed, the server continued running towards the woman, who was now less than 100 feet away. However, by then the commotion had made its way to her, and she turned to see the server running towards her throw the fleeing crowd, bladed hands on either side.

New united carolinas
Ventus Prime

BOOM! UNDERCOVER WASP! Your call if it kills Lysithea or if it gets stopped and you have to destroy it.

New united carolinas and Frellor

Kunkenga wrote:A gatekeeper turns down his radio set and opens his guard box window to look at an approaching figure through the scorching heat. The figure's silhouette first appears black against the amber tint of the heated atmosphere, then slowly comes into color as it approaches. It's Richard Stewman, floor worker at the Steel City foundry. His standard teal coveralls fit tight over his fat frame and he has a slight limp in his right foot.

He is a very convincing replica.

The Wasp had done a really good job. It had finally reached the location where it would be going undercover, but there still remained the catch of getting into the foundry.

"Richie?" called out the gatekeeper at Steel City's southern checkpoint

"Ya got me right." it answered, saluting two thick fingers in the gate keeper's direction.

"What... how the hell did you get..." the gatekeeper stammered, looking frantically at the heat waves shimmering from the direction the Wasp came. "Where did you come from?"

"Got discharged from the hospital a while back, doctor did a great job patching my foot right back up." the Wasp answered, patting the ground with his right toe.

The Wasp, despite being a bleeding edge machine, had made a crucial error that it was starting to realize. It forgot to mimic the oxygen mask and heat protection that a real man would require while walking through the scorching flats in this area of the planet. It understood that it was about to be compromised and had to act quickly.

"I- I gotta call this in wait just a second." blurted the gatekeeper, quickly rolling his guard box window back up and scrambling to find a communicator.

The Wasp slowly approached the guard box, leering at the gatekeeper as he fumbled with a transceiver and began dialing.

"H-hey Mitch, this is Donny. I've got a problem here there's-" the gate keeper was quickly cut off following a sickening sound, like piece of smooth metal violently grinded on a fine edge.

A long chrome blade had been impaled into the gatekeeper's face, entering from between his eyebrows and exiting out the back of his head, pinning its sharp end against the back wall of his guard box. His dead eyes were crossed, looking at the shimmering blade between them.

The blade's source was the Wasp's index finger which had been horrifically extended and morphed into a chrome skewer that burst through the guard box window and into the gatekeeper's head.

The Wasp retracted the blade back with a small "snikt" noise, and looked into the guard box through the shattered window.

The gatekeeper's transceiver had been dropped, a low voice continued continued mumbling through it.

After swiftly breaking the handle off the guard box door, the Wasp entered and grabbed the transceiver.

"Donny, talk to me. What's going on?"

The Wasp began mimicking the gatekeepers voice, feigning a cough and mumbling a few words under its breath.

"Sorry Mitch, it's just this damned heat. Must be making me see things... I dunno." it answered.

"Piss off Donny, you already on gate duty because you couldn't keep your cool on today's patrol detail, now you're telling me you're seeing things?" the voice clamored, clearly not for the first time "You really need to get a psych eval man, all those days on Shoif must be catching up to you."

"Maybe..." the Wasp replied, its face affectless as it processed the information it received.

The gatekeeper was actually a soldier, usually acting as a patrol unit but recently relegated to work today's shift at the gate. Perhaps because of his hot temper. Or perhaps his weak nerves? Or maybe he literally couldn't properly handle the extreme heat of the planet? The meaning of the phrase "keep your cool" was difficult for the Wasp to parse without the proper context. However the first two options were the most likely considering the pejorative the voice on the transceiver made about his need for a psychiatric evaluation. A history of instability? The Wasp could access Steel City's employee database to search the medical records but would have to find a terminal. The reference to Shoif was a possible indicator. A tropical planet that was the site of a barbaric rebel defeat by the monarchy during the rebel conflict. Perhaps the gatekeeper was a veteran, one of the many imperial troops that engaged in the invasion of the isolas and beachheads? The Wasp filed this thought process for later review and returned to the call.

"...sorry about it anyways." the Wasp finished.

"Whatever" the voice on the other end grumbled, clicking off their transceiver and closing the connection.

The Wasp looked over its shoulder at the dead gatekeeper, his was body sliding off the chair and onto the floor of the crammed guard box.

It calculated that disguising itself as a guard would afford it additional authority and a better chance of successfully apprehending its target.

Placing a cold hand over the dead gatekeepers body, the Wasp began morphing to take his shape. Briefly revealing shimmering waves of its featureless chrome body as it mimicked the black uniform and Royal Army patches the gatekeeper wore. Having finished its transformation it stripped the gatekeeper of his credentials and carried his body a few feet away to a small lava flow where it dumped him.

Pressing its ID card against the southern gate, two massive blast doors creaked opened to the crowded warrens and workshops of Steel City. The hunt was now on for Sinon Asada.

Surveyors Council chambers, somewhere underneath the Royal Army HQ on Salsol
Grand Moff Redd sat alone at the council table, the hologram displaying what appeared to an elegant party. Across from him, calling in via hologram, was Moff Kraven.

"The other surveyors have made the necessary preparations. We are ready to strike at anytime." Redd quietly said, his bleary eyes fixed on the feed of the party.

"Is our little present ready to spring open?" he continued.

"Y-yes sir." Moff Kraven whispered, his quivering mouth visible even through his hologram.

"Our strategy simply can't work if we strike first. We must give them a reason to act..." Redd muttered.

"Wh-why didn't you call in the others on the council for this sir." Moff Kraven sheepishly asked, trying not to look into the Grand Moff's manic eyes.

"You seemed to be the only one who can understand the requirement of this sort of untrammeled violence. Appreciate why it is necessary. You never gave me flak for the first assassination. You understood why I HAD to put it together. They bloodied our nose at Ganymede and..." Redd answered, his movements growing increasingly frantic before slowly calming down, "...and besides, you seem to be the only one who understands how these machines work."

Moff Kraven winced as a bead of sweat rolled into his eye.

"Look at them... fireworks..." Redd sneered, "You know, the socialists started using them as ordinance against us during the final days of the Democratic Republic. Of course that's ancient history, long before you or I was born. Long before we even reached for the stars..." he sputtered, slowly drifting focus away before snapping back, "How about we give these heathens a real spectacle! A true new years celebration! Moff Kraven, you have the honors." Redd called out.

"God help us." Moff Kraven whispered before flipping a small switch in his hand.

PALMETTO CITY
Political and social elites from around the world, dressed resplendently in flowing gowns and neatly pressed suits, gathered around a balcony on a hot southern night and watched as fireworks blasted their brilliant colors over the dark blue sky.

Amid the celebration, a lone server lay down his tray and began making a bee line towards a woman dressed in blue. He seamlessly moved between party goers, never once bumping into them or making a sound. Even in the crowd he appeared invisible.

It was difficult for anyone to make out, the crowd was too tightly packed around him, but as he got closer to the woman his arms began to change. First elongating slightly from the wrists, then morphing into a brilliant chrome color. The servers hands also began melting together and tapering into fine points. Nobody present at the party could have identified what the server actually was, nor could they try and stop him as he had already broken out into a full sprint towards the woman in blue.

"LADY LYSITH-!" a voice called out, it was a stranger that had caught a glimpse of the server's hands and saw him making his way towards the woman. With a slight flick of his wrist, the server slit the strangers throat as he continued on his way.

The stranger's cry hadn't carried far enough for the woman to hear on account of the fireworks. But it did alert those around him to what was going on. Many of them began running away, some began screaming at the sight of the server and the dying stranger.

Unperturbed, the server continued running towards the woman, who was now less than 100 feet away. However, by then the commotion had made its way to her, and she turned to see the server running towards her throw the fleeing crowd, bladed hands on either side.

New united carolinas
Ventus Prime

BOOM! UNDERCOVER WASP! Your call if it kills Lysithea or if it gets stopped and you have to destroy it.

One moment, Lysithea was going to her room to turn in, and the next, complete chaos ensued right behind her. Looking behind her, a servant had somehow just slit a man’s throat. It took her a moment to realize Wilmhar was in the middle of that chaos.

“Chancellor!” Her security detail had surrounded her, their blasters raised towards the killer. “Get to the ship, we can handle this.”

“That man...there’s something off about him, I don’t even know if he’s human,” Lysithea argued. “Don’t throw your lives away!”

“Like I said ma’am, we’ll keep him off of you as long as we can, while trying to protect the others.”

“Chancellor.” Two more of Lysithea’s guards were urging her to come along.

It was times like this where she wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen, especially now? But no, now wasn’t the time. “Whatever happens...your bravery won’t be forgotten.” She quickly made her way towards the ship as the other soldiers formed a line.

“Take him out!” The five of them opened fire on the man, hoping a barrage of lasers would be enough to slow him down.

Meanwhile, Wilmhar was taking refuge underneath a table. Fortunately, he as well as Lysithea herself hardly went anywhere without a blaster on their waist. He still wished he hadn’t been right about tonight.

There was no doubt in his mind this was a Kunkengan attack. He saw the attacker cut through civilians trying to run away. He almost jumped as he felt a hand in his shoulder.

“Minister!” A Ventuan soldier helped him up. “We’ve already secured the Chancellor and have her being escorted to the ship. I’ll do the same for you.”

Hearing blasterfire open up, Wilmhar wasn’t willing to argue. “Alright, make sure that ship is ready to take off as soon as we get on board.” As they made their way, he noticed a flash of orange go past him in the opposite direction towards the attacker and in that moment he recognized who that was. “Raphtalia?”

New Mathorn, Kunkenga, New united carolinas, and Frellor

Kunkenga

Ventus Prime wrote:

One moment, Lysithea was going to her room to turn in, and the next, complete chaos ensued right behind her. Looking behind her, a servant had somehow just slit a man’s throat. It took her a moment to realize Wilmhar was in the middle of that chaos.

“Chancellor!” Her security detail had surrounded her, their blasters raised towards the killer. “Get to the ship, we can handle this.”

“That man...there’s something off about him, I don’t even know if he’s human,” Lysithea argued. “Don’t throw your lives away!”

“Like I said ma’am, we’ll keep him off of you as long as we can, while trying to protect the others.”

“Chancellor.” Two more of Lysithea’s guards were urging her to come along.

It was times like this where she wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen, especially now? But no, now wasn’t the time. “Whatever happens...your bravery won’t be forgotten.” She quickly made her way towards the ship as the other soldiers formed a line.

“Take him out!” The five of them opened fire on the man, hoping a barrage of lasers would be enough to slow him down.

Meanwhile, Wilmhar was taking refuge underneath a table. Fortunately, he as well as Lysithea herself hardly went anywhere without a blaster on their waist. He still wished he hadn’t been right about tonight.

There was no doubt in his mind this was a Kunkengan attack. He saw the attacker cut through civilians trying to run away. He almost jumped as he felt a hand in his shoulder.

“Minister!” A Ventuan soldier helped him up. “We’ve already secured the Chancellor and have her being escorted to the ship. I’ll do the same for you.”

Hearing blasterfire open up, Wilmhar wasn’t willing to argue. “Alright, make sure that ship is ready to take off as soon as we get on board.” As they made their way, he noticed a flash of orange go past him in the opposite direction towards the attacker and in that moment he recognized who that was. “Raphtalia?”

The wasp was too late, the woman had been whisked away by two guards before it could reach her. It stopped running and looked into the chaotic crowd. She was making her way towards her ship. It had to quickly find a way past the line of guards that now stood between its target. It geared up and began sprinting, hacking away at the civilians who got into its path or tried to slow it down.

The wasp read the scene in a nanosecond, five guards spread out and armed with commando pistols. They posed as much a threat to it as the idiots who tried to tackle it as it continued running. But they were an obstacle nonetheless, and if they were good shots they could really slow it down. They were, after all, members of a prominent government official's security detail and they were likely selected from premier military stock. Their formation and body language also displayed great confidence, their marksmanship would surely reflect that. But they were also scared, although they wouldn't show it. The wasp took this into account as well.

"Take him out!" one of the guards yelled.

The shots were well placed. Bolts hit the wasp across its chest and face, creating small chrome colored holes as its liquid metal form was exposed. It was enough to stagger the machine as it continued running towards the guards, but not enough to stop it.

It quickly made its way to the line and leaped out towards them. It plunged its skewers into the chests of two of guards, one on either hand. Three of the other guards tried to dogpile it, but were rapidly impaled by a repeating succession of blades that budded out from its back.

The final guard, after making some distance between himself and the machine, continued firing. The wasp shook the dead guards off its back and began running towards him, but just before it got there a colossal figure emerged from out of the blue and and plunged a meaty fist into the machine's left temple.

The force created a gaping hole in the wasp's liquid metal head and sent it crashing backwards into a table.

An unpredicted variable, the target had a personal bodyguard. The liquid metal design of the wasp's nanomachines essentially meant it was one big eye, so it should have been able to react to the approaching woman, however her speed seemed to outpace its reflexes. This was an easily solvable problem, reaction speed was an attribute it could increase. Her strength however, was also able to severely compromise the its structural composition, she could levy considerable damage if she got too close. This was not a solvable problem. A plan had to be devised...

The wasp lay rigid on the broken table as its head quietly reshaped itself. The target was now out of sight. The bodyguard inched closer...

*snikt*

With impossible speed, the wasp stretched out a single skewer 12 feet from its index finger and stabbed it into the exposed shoulder of the bodyguard. It was the furthest it could reach.

Force her to keep her distance.

The wasp rose from the table and met eyes with the bodyguard. It couldn't feel fear, but it understood that this was going to be a tough battle. But she wouldn't be the one to destroy it, she couldn't. She neither had heavy ordinance, nor could she generate high heat.

A ship's engine blows up somewhere on the surface of a distant planet.


The Monthly Tabloid

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June 2020

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Founder Reigns!!

The most important incident that took place in India on June 2020 is the crowning of the new founder for the region. The founder account Nirupama which was used by former WAD Tripunithura for 9 long years was handed over to former WAD and current Prime minister Indusse. The crowning was done between the WAD elections and Thripunithura retired from the founder's office. He had served India from its re-establishment and before. The Former founder had contributed numerous good remarks to India. Wishing all the best in his future, The Indian Administration ends the article.

NK the new WAD!!!

Neo Kerala was elected the new WAD of India the June elections. He won the Elections easily due to his reputation, activeness and his position in the region. He faced tough competition from the former WAD Indusse. The other rival was Indus Valley Civilization who quit the elections half way. Indus valley civilization who stood as pragjyotishpura couldn't get even 7 votes in the Elections. The founder Nirupama sworned in Neo kerala and his proposed cabinet on 14th June 2020. The region found a great rise in its population after the election reaching the biggest in its history.

Coup De Etat!

The region witnessed a rare incident on 29th June. The regional delegate Neo Kerala was overthrown in a accidental Coup by the prime minister and former WAD Indusse. The coup gained Foreign attention and discussions started in the discord. Later, The administration set up a reverse coup which made Neo Kerala the WAD again. Due to the Coup, the region imposed a temporary Endorsement cap. The admin nations can have upto 20 endorsements whereas others 15. The coup resulted in sudden confusion and debates.

Diplomacy Boost!!

India, a region founded in the Antiquity and liberated and refounded with the help of Texas,10000 islands and Yggdrassil in 2009 planned to open embassies and consulates In reputed regions of Nationstates. The prime minister lodged requests for Consulates in the regions of The East Pacific and The south Pacific. The consulate requests were approved within a day or two and the Regional consulate started it's working then and there. The region reopened embassies with its old Allied Region of Yggdrassil with the help of Goddess Relief Office and Thembria SSR.

Champion de AIFC

After the long interval, sports cycle restarted in India with the second season of All India Football League (AIFL). The tournament was a success and Indusse became the champions defeating Kumbhalgarh in the finals for 1-0. The tournament hosted by Orissa islands which is the puppet of former champions Northwest Kalactin was the exhibition of the soccer spirit and Fanbases in India. Indusse who won the tournament didn't loose a single match this season. The effort of Gilgit and baltistan, sports minister and Orissa islands, Host helped the tournament to be a success and get completed. Special Mention to Kumbhalgarh for their extraordinary sporting spirit and performance in the tournament. The tournament stats can be founded here.

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Achipel, New Mathorn, Celestiam, Frellor, and 2 othersConarcth, and Uboy

2146, New Moscow, Boulevard Center
Kids were relaxing at Black Sea, Gospoja Kunkova was visiting her lover in Closed city and Gospodin Kunkov was skiing with his boss at Glass Desert of Caucasus. Adam Karlovich remembered that Uboy from stories his father told him. That kind of Uboys happened from time to time, when two Colonels of Working Armies hate each other more than they love living.

2112, Caucasus Mountains.
That day Karl Nikolayevich was chosen to stay at Elbrus mountain with group of others. They were supposed to meet Holy Generals and be equal to Rebels of the Group, as blood had to purify place for new Working Army. They were relatively small – 420.732 Uboyets, so their party had to be about 300. They feasted above the clouds on the mountain top till early morning. But sun didn’t rise for them as they were bombarded with photon charges. Blinded, lost, they were denied death and forced to live without honor.

2112. Penal Colony Turma-1.
Karl Nikolayevich was given last reward for years of service – cheap second-hand cybernetics eyes and right to be forgotten, so his son will live a better life. He moved to distant Ostrog at the borders of the Uboy, where he was piloting cargo shuttle to penal asteroid. First five years were drown in vodka and self-pity – his career, his life, his family were ruined because of one Colonel, living in paradise, hated another so much to dishonor him. That planted seeds of anger in him, which grew into jungles of hatred. He changed stations and moved to planet to work as a warden, where he could release his anger on inmates. No one cared about them and no one counted them, but then he found out that this colony became property of the Colonel who stole everything from him. Self-pity and hatred changed their places and Karl the Terrible became Karl the Kind.
What someone could call kindness, other would call weakness. He was abducted by relatives of those who damaged, thrown in the very mirror of Uboy society – prison, used by inmates in penal colony for those they consider prisoners. He was beaten until he degraded to an animal level. It could be days? Weeks? Months?
Then it stopped. He was sitting in the hole in the dark, with no lights and no sounds. It was even worse than beating, so he started shouting. When he became too weak to shout, he mumbled.
He woke up back in his tiny room. Few flies were whirring somewhere. Was it all a dream? He jumped off the bad and ran to the mirror – there were no bruises, no scars, no signs of what happened. He inspected his face like he had never seen that, but nothing. The moment he calmed down and decided that this was worst nightmare in his life, he heard a voice.
“Listen to us, Karl”
His hand started vibrating and he rolled up a sleeves – there were holes in forearms, lots of them.
“Now we are one, Karl”
Bees flew out of his arms, whole hive went out and formed some mocking parody of human face in front of Karl Nikolayevich.
-We can speak in this form, if you like it more, child. Now obey our will. You have to find your son and share our gift with him, so he could bring all of them to justice only Hive knows.

2146, New Moscow, Boulevard Center
Guard told Adam everything he needed to know about family in this prettiest house. While Svetlana was sharing the Gift with Bovrino’s inhabitants, Adam started operation in the very center of New Moscow. Unfortunately, guard was too weak to enjoy the Gift, so he had to be terminated. But he didn’t perish in vain, as all his knowledge is now part of the Hive. Adam remembered when his father died after giving everything he had to his son. Again. He lighted up a cigarette and whispered:
-Two lives for family, two deaths for family.

Cymiopolis

Awesomeland012345 wrote:I'm trying to make gud dispatches... what do you think about this so far?
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I don't think it looks too bad, but it could use some work. (ignore the ending. seeing if the beginning theme is good)

I like it!

Indusse and Conarcth

Kunkenga wrote:The wasp was too late, the woman had been whisked away by two guards before it could reach her. It stopped running and looked into the chaotic crowd. She was making her way towards her ship. It had to quickly find a way past the line of guards that now stood between its target. It geared up and began sprinting, hacking away at the civilians who got into its path or tried to slow it down.

The wasp read the scene in a nanosecond, five guards spread out and armed with commando pistols. They posed as much a threat to it as the idiots who tried to tackle it as it continued running. But they were an obstacle nonetheless, and if they were good shots they could really slow it down. They were, after all, members of a prominent government official's security detail and they were likely selected from premier military stock. Their formation and body language also displayed great confidence, their marksmanship would surely reflect that. But they were also scared, although they wouldn't show it. The wasp took this into account as well.

"Take him out!" one of the guards yelled.

The shots were well placed. Bolts hit the wasp across its chest and face, creating small chrome colored holes as its liquid metal form was exposed. It was enough to stagger the machine as it continued running towards the guards, but not enough to stop it.

It quickly made its way to the line and leaped out towards them. It plunged its skewers into the chests of two of guards, one on either hand. Three of the other guards tried to dogpile it, but were rapidly impaled by a repeating succession of blades that budded out from its back.

The final guard, after making some distance between himself and the machine, continued firing. The wasp shook the dead guards off its back and began running towards him, but just before it got there a colossal figure emerged from out of the blue and and plunged a meaty fist into the machine's left temple.

The force created a gaping hole in the wasp's liquid metal head and sent it crashing backwards into a table.

An unpredicted variable, the target had a personal bodyguard. The liquid metal design of the wasp's nanomachines essentially meant it was one big eye, so it should have been able to react to the approaching woman, however her speed seemed to outpace its reflexes. This was an easily solvable problem, reaction speed was an attribute it could increase. Her strength however, was also able to severely compromise the its structural composition, she could levy considerable damage if she got too close. This was not a solvable problem. A plan had to be devised...

The wasp lay rigid on the broken table as its head quietly reshaped itself. The target was now out of sight. The bodyguard inched closer...

*snikt*

With impossible speed, the wasp stretched out a single skewer 12 feet from its index finger and stabbed it into the exposed shoulder of the bodyguard. It was the furthest it could reach.

Force her to keep her distance.

The wasp rose from the table and met eyes with the bodyguard. It couldn't feel fear, but it understood that this was going to be a tough battle. But she wouldn't be the one to destroy it, she couldn't. She neither had heavy ordinance, nor could she generate high heat.

A ship's engine blows up somewhere on the surface of a distant planet.

Raphtalia was no stranger to pain. She grew up with it from most of her childhood, working in the mines on Nubila. After that, she had to go through basic training when she joined the Naval Academy on Pontoon. It was also after training with her former master that she could mentally block out pain, or at least reduce it down to no more than a prick of a needle. Even so, this hurt a little bit worse.

Despite her shoulder being pinned, she was able to grab the vibroblade from her waist and managed to cut through the twelve foot blade, freeing herself before yanking the large piece of metal out of her. She winced as blood started dripping down her arm.

“I don’t know who you are, or rather what you are, but you are not going to lay a finger on Lysithea,” she stated as she drew her blade forward. “Regardless of whether you have emotions, you’ll have the honor of dying by my hand!”

She moved forward at a speed that most couldn’t find humanly possible. The man was keeping his distance, which was good for her but she had to keep his attention. She dodged his attacks, moving fluidly and using her blade as both weapon and shield. Perhaps if she got close enough and was able to lop off his head...

She glanced around at her surroundings. No, she had to get him away from the nearby surroundings to a more open area. She backed away, but only enough to avoid suspicion. There were just too many people around...

Then she saw it. A stadium which appeared to be completely empty. She made her way inside, hoping she was still being followed. The open field gave her enough room to move around. Now she had to keep him busy.

She attacked again, trying to keep him off balance. She just had to buy enough time...

That’s when she heard it. A small beep. The communicator in her beep made one single beep, but it was all she needed to hear. She then turned to the man and smiled. “I apologize, I know I said you’d die tonight but I’m afraid it won’t be from me...”

A loud rumbling soon came as a lone V-Wing, almost invisible to the night sky, came screaming out of the sky towards the stadium. Raphtalia had already moved as the ship launched two missiles at the man, causing the area around him to explode into fire and dirt.

Raphtalia had been able to get out of the blast zone but only barely. The wound on her arm hurt almost worse as her arm became numb from the blood loss. It was then that another ship came into the stadium, this one much larger. She looked to where the man once stood. No one was there and she hoped it stayed that way.

The landing ramp descended as the ship floated a few feet above the ground. Lysithea was standing there and she reached out her hand for Raphtalia’s as she helped her on board. The ramp soon lifted and the ship took off.

As the two women made their way towards the bridge, Lysithea glanced over at Raphtalia’s wound. “You’re hurt.”

Raphtalia smiled slightly. “It’s nothing worse than I’ve experienced-” She was cut short as she felt Lysithea’s arms around her tight. She was surprised by the sudden gesture but smiled as she hugged her back.

“That was really stupid, you know that?” Lysithea snapped at her. “You had no idea what that thing was capable of!”

“I know...but I did what I had to do,” Raphtalia replies softly. “I did make a promise, didn’t I?”

Lysithea let go as she rubbed her eyes. “Yes, I remember. Anyway, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The door before them opened and an exhausted Wilmhar came through. “Well, this certainly isn’t the night I had imagined,” he said. He then looked to Raphtalia. “You alright, kid?”

“I’m fine, Minister.” Raphtalia then pouted. “But do you really have to keep calling me kid? I’m twenty-two now and-”

“I know, I know,” Wilmhar chuckled. His face then turned serious as he looked to Lysithea. “What now then?”

“Hopefully when this all dies down I’ll be able to send President Thompson an apology and let her know that I’m okay,” Lysithea replied. “But more importantly, Kunkenga has made it very clear how they feel about me. Now it’s time to return the favor. I want a task force deployed ASAP for Earth. It’s time we make them hurt for once.”

Two Hours Later...

Three ships jump out of hyperspace, two Nebula-class Star Destroyers and an Endurance-class carrier. Within a few moments, a squadron of Y-Wings and a squadron of ARC-170s exit the hangar of the Endurance and make their way towards Earth, specifically Kunkenga.

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