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Today's World Census Report
The Most Valuable International Artwork in Hoshizora
Some nations attempt to collect signature artworks of other nations, developing collections known as "decks." The World Census has estimated their value.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 1,400th in the world for Most Valuable International Artwork.
|1.||The Голоса of Taurgha||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘”|
|2.||The Anarchy of Bayanelokavi||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“If not we, then who?”|
|3.||The Solar Expanse of Oasisa||New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy||“We live!”|
|4.||The Hoshizoran Dominions of The Lost Imperial Fleet||Left-Leaning College State Paradise||“For the Imperium!”|
|5.||The Nomadic Empire of The Orokin Fleets||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“Crafted without cast, yet slender and perfected.”|
|6.||The Great Space Bazaar of Iammelon||Capitalist Paradise Corporate Slave State||“The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!”|
|7.||The Dark Imperium of Awitha||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“For The Empress!”|
|8.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“Only united may we reach.”|
|9.||The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“May the moon never set upon the Bez!”|
|10.||The Athailian Solar Empire of Honour Guard||Democratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens||“Our race will rise from its ashes”|
- : The Stellar Federation of Dilberta departed this region for Axiom Supercluster.
- : The Benevolent Dictatorship of Byrd Land arrived from Balder.
- : The Lonely Tank Planet of Tachan departed this region for The Milky Way Galaxy.
- : The Imperial Republic of Anses of the region Voltarium proposed constructing embassies.
- : Tekkan ceased to exist.
- : Equusalem ceased to exist.
- : New volcanu ceased to exist.
- : The Restored Empire of Pozania arrived from Balder.
- : The Theocracy of Tetragram arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Dominion of Vos May of the region The Grand Dominion proposed constructing embassies.
Hoshizora Regional Message Board
Filia quickly got to her feet after she was flung out the whole in the speeder, massaging her side before she feels the intense heat of the black flames. "Woah woah! Jazmin! It's okay! We're okay! Calm the flames down!" Filia was worried that they were just lighting a beacon for the monsters to find them. This situation was looking less and less appealing by the second.
Now, with Harlock, he quickly regains his senses as he gets himself up in the crashed landspeeder. Only for horror to be realised... Watching the green growths grow from his neck, a wash of pure dread runs down his spine as he eagerly climbs out of the speeder and leaps over to Filia and Jazmin before he fires a beam of magic to try and melt the speeder and Mutant Wink with it"When the hell did he get infected?! He was up at that damn ice settlement where they killed the bastards daily!" Harlock was freaking out, he almost got everyone infected just by trying to keep them safe! How did this- Then it hit him... Did... Did having a close proximity to that damn AI allow it to take over Wink thanks to the chip he had?! "[b]This is all kinds of messed up! Did the AI really infect him from this distance? What the hell... Oh sh!t...[/i]" If Wink was already infected... With a look of despair on his face he looked over to Filia. "Wink was already..."
Filia, who was trying to calm Jazmin down, looked over to Harlock slowly as it dawned on her what he was trying to say. A look of real fear on her face "No... No no you're lying no!! I am not infected! I just broke his neck, it only took a second! I-... I...." She says falling to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself as she keeps quietly denying it. She didn't want to become like that. She'd rather become the Queen of Blades again. She'd rather lead the zerg again!!
Sephus waved the both of them off with a smile on his face before that smile soon faced, a vacant expression spread across his face as he kept his eyes forward. Not even glancing back to her as she runs through why she failed that jump... And then prostrating herself on the ground after she came to the crushing realisation...
As much as he felt like just telling her to get up and keep walking... He couldn't... He had to be here for her now more than ever... As much as it hurt him to see her like this. He couldn't let this feeling wash over him. He needed to be her pillar for as long as she would have him... He wasn't going to leave her to suffer again.
Kneeling down, he places his hand on her head, and speaks up in a soft and reassuring tone. "Tonight has turned rather sour hasn't it? We should really see about getting you a new arm... But we can't stay here. Let's get back to the hotel and rest. We're still out past curfew." He says before offering her his hand. "Can you run? If not then I'm going to have to princess carry you back to embarrass you."
Jazmin was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating as she had her eyes closed. “I-I’m trying! B-but I almost can’t control it anymore!” But while Filia may have seen Jazmin’s power loss, she could have also seen that the area they were standing it had these strange metal poles dotted around the place.
Harlock easily metled the craft and its occupant. But Filia had not been infected. Or at least it seemed she hadn’t been infected. What then happened was a metal pole seemingly fell from the sky in front of them. Similar to the other ones scattered around the field. They were like a strange pylon. Though this one had a little camera on it that crackled to life with a speaker.
“Harlock, you have not fulfilled your end of this bargain,” Elise’s strangely calming voice came on. “I had believed you would see to the completion of our spoken agreement rather than seek to undermine it. I am glad I was aware enough to salvage these disruption fields. And what a turn of events it has been. Did you know these disruption fields can emit nano fields capable of overriding cybernetic and android brain functions? I did not know until just now. However these fields seem to be unable to infect you, which is most unfortunate.”
She didn’t really answer, but with a face of silent tears she couldn’t stand to even give Sephus eye contact. She was broken inside because of this. Liline was, well, not used to defeat as was clear, and utterly embarrassed by her handicap. By her mere body language she was insisting that Sephus just leave her there.
"Auntie?" Ishben would ponder for a moment on the rather foreign concept. "A sort of significant family member? Either way, if they are dear to you, I'll try to grow a connection with them."
"Yes, my Auntie, Margaret is my mother's sister. And also a landlord on Bezembay. So my hope is she can help us find a place to live or even let us become tenants. Though, I will warn you that townhouses and apartments are pretty much all that's available on Bezembay."
May crossed her arms and walked around Zia, making sure she was truly asleep. For the time her fear seemed to have been replaced by her thirst for knowledge, as long as the troubled monster was asleep at least "I'll tell you what she is ...she is the ghost of that skittish forest-sister from the vision mainly, I could tell from the way she acted in the vision and from when she met us ...though it must be said that Ialao do not cower that much, I'm proof of that. Anyway ...it seems she also has absorbed that Psion's soul. I wonder what that third jinx is though ...Zia never talked from the Anubite's point of view, it can't be him ..or he's an awfully silent fellow and that would be a first for an Anubite. Not even death stops an anubite from completing their lengthy speech." She attempted to poke Zia but quickly retracted her finger and turned at Raaus looking quite guilty "Ahh ..yes, as I was saying ..I watched a movie recently, the heroes are all ancient Anubite warriors and they all die at the same time in a shipwreck, then their ghosts remain trapped in the wreck because their relatives don't know they have died and argue all the time ...what I'm saying is" she pointed at Zia with a smug smile "She's a wreck"
The Olynd's ears perked up as Azdrey mentioned the Eskavari and raised her finger, she had heard that before "Yes-yes! I remember, Sakavar ..it's an evil spirit that sucks all life! ...grandma Rassiqath told me of those Sakavarim! They could be the Red Demons!" Lizbet also appeared interested for a while, this could prove valuable if they were the same demons, since they came from the north-east ..hinting to a new secret route, hidden in the Storms "The words sounds similar, perhaps they came from a new ether current ...if we find the documents verifying this, it would be great news for all the Hadast"
Astrith and Lizbet had a whispered private exhange with each other a little before reaching their destination. It seemed as if Lizbet gave some instructions to her Olynd, with Astrith begrudgingly nodding her head. While Azdrey could not entirely understand the talk, it seemed to be again about that blasted collar. Nevertheless both stood in awe as the ship approached the skyreaching city ..it was not bigger at all than Utiqart in Ashtart, but it was far more modern and organized; Lizbet merely smiled as Astrith stuck her snoot and hands on the glass gasping at the sight "Wahh! It's all so ...metallic ..and glassy ..it's like Science Reality! Master look at the great billboards it's a dragon!" Lizbet scratched her head-feathers and leaned to notice the dragon ..and indeed there it was ..a dragon! Gloriously arguing over a parking slot in the nearby landing pod beneath them "Looks like you Azdrey, but fat ..it's obviously overfed." Astrith gave an annoyed look at Lizbet, the first time they were seeing dragons and she had ruined it as always ..damn siblings.
Nia sure could use some fresh air, besides, that way she thought she could watch more Watrike go about their lives and copy their mannerisms to fit in. She turned Birta with her hands upwards facing the hand-dragon to look startled "There is! Quick all go to headquarters for interrogations! There truth shine for glory of Grand Drake!" she had Birta walk towards the door's position, then suddenly stood up herself with plush in hand "Pikki of the Niki? ..is that friend of Cendri? Great Warrior or not will become Pikki of the Nia Clan! Alright! This one is willing to see some more of Watrike city, is gigantic settlement! Lots of big towers and new snoots." The white-scaled watrike would follow Cendri to the said park, obviously being quite fine with the idea, after all this Pikki Niki guy would be quite a famous one to bear his clan's name. Nia was quite happy with her stay on Trikorn so far, nevertheless many thoughts came and went through her head ..especially regarding her mother; would she see her again? Perhaps she was in the same planet even, unable to meet or even talk ..it had been quite many years since she last had seen her after all, perhaps she had forgotten her.
Mica smirked at Zirona's question, knowing fully well whom was the target, nevertheless she would have to play her game for now. Casually taking her baggage and changing into a Boethan Confederate Constabulary private's uniform she stood in attention and saluted Zirona as she finished "At your orders Commander Zirona ...ve vill go vish your plan, sounds vell-thought. If zhey catch us I vill pretend zhat I caught some spies.". The Boethan spy was still quite uncertain of the entire mission, but she had to do what should be done; she quickly hid and prepared to run with the rest when the signal was given, trying to remember the details of the secret military base "Ve must get to 01-234-55, adjust your spotters... ..zhere is a gate to zhe main facility zhere". Still not all was well, if something went wrong she could lose Wilioa as well as Zirona ..or even her own life ..she was feeling rather nervous, unknowingly to all mostly due to her secondary objective; trying to forget Zirona and calm down she avoided Wilioa and turned to the only unknown face of Creerisk, addressing the unstable Ialao bomber with a rather worried tone "How do I look? Am I 'separatist bιtch' enough?"
Myrafiora gave a big kiss to Zenos, hugging him "Sounds sad, but I understand ...the Zemral feel similar to the rest of our kin, it's why I let them go to their precious Union. But I am sure we Ghashyr have ways of reminding you what we all share ..for starters we do not have itchy fur like half of the nebula does, and more; we can't help but dream of always going further." She stood up and grabbed her back in pain, signs that the Talmyr hadn't been exercising as much as she should "Oy, let's look at our Valx costumes ...there must be some old ones in this wardrobe!" She opened the walled wardrobe and in it could be seen at least a hundred suits ..even an old armor. For sure this hadn't opened for years, probably millennia if the dust and confused moths were any indication. Myrafiora started grabbing suits, presenting them proudly ..the first one was all green, resembling scales ...with two majestic retractable wings and flabby tail, it also had a small lionhead pin on it "Ah, look at the laor emblem! this belonged to Talmyr Sylitha the Bane of the Mhassari, a great warrior ...same she was also too kin on having fun with her prisoners of war, in the end all we found was a mauled body. I might wear that." She then dropped on Zenos' feet a red suit with detailed scales and various draconic runes on it, it possessed a more sleek tail with a detailed ending "I don't know who had this one, but he sure was a huge Valxoor, look at the runes ...guy probably went out to a cave and copied them or something, for Tal's sake... sure is a bit taller, but it seems to be your waist's size!" as she searched a bit more she stumbled upon something apparently great, almost gasping at the sight ..quickly bringing it out "look at this!" it was a blackscale one with what seemed to be actual dragon scales, although they could be fakes. Most impressively it had sharp black spikes coming out of it ..the tail seemed almost alive and it bared a five-pointed star pin "My Tal this should be in a museum ...it seems Pre-Somandraqish, probably remained in the family from Arel even ...fυck! I don't even know if I should wear it...."
"I would not mind that punishment mighty Tarral! But I will help you fullfill your noble vow, I promise it in what little honor remains in my name and clan" Myrsa had forgotten all her woes as Tarral made her passionate speech. What a dragoness! - she thought; if she got back her body she already had an idea what to do after flying, and the more she looked into her eyes the more she was sure of it. Nevertheless, the Valx had to focus now back to her mission once more ..Saint Atyla the Lovebringer's wish had to wait, as a species was at stake. She immediately turned to Ezron looking excited as well as worried "The cave is outside Datha in a rather deserted mountain cave ..hidden, of course! Though you know that we will have to be impeccably careful and discreet Lord Ezron, no? I suggest a diplomatic delegation, I bet Myrafiora would be more than happy to greet some Heordal officials bringing gifts from the Grand Drake. Make sure of that, for Shyr is as dangerous as it is beautiful." her mind could not help it, making her look at Tarral as she uttered that particular last word.
Fornt took the slate, remotely entering the frequency into his notes, which could be seen by the terminal behind him now displaying the information and saving it to his contacts. Fornt nodded, "Quite the boarding action, no atmosphere but going from far to close rather quickly. Sadly that theory will likely be proven wrong, because Cyboar enjoys doing the same thing. But it should still work, as I doubt Cyboar expects one of their favored tactics for boarding a ship to be utilized against one of their stations. Although what exactly would the Vok want in exchange for this? Didn't think they had much stake in this war."
The thought of her healing him was good but he has to show that he is tough and resilient. ”Im fine, sweetie, no need to unless I absolutely need it.” He says rubbing her hair, patting her then entering the bathrooms. “I just need a shower and some rather intense stretching and ill be good to go, and besides us men have that weird feeling, just by looking at someone you can already tell if he was well.. punished or not.. it comes natural, don’t know how to explain it well but mhm.” The sound of a metal knob creaking can be heard and the pitter patter of water droplets begin to rush down. The door to the bathroom is left locked, it seems he has his fair share of her being mischievous and wouldn’t want to push her to do it again.
Some time later, he would be finished, already donning his black coat trimmed with gold, underneath it would be a white undershirt with a small silver pendant around his neck. He ogles on her lover’s appearance and sees if it matches, and if it doesn’t he’d change immediately. As they exit their abode, Jelica would be obviously gripping on his arm and not the other way around. “We’re headed to Muspellheim Valley, it’s a treacherous walk there but the scenery will be amazing, of course that’s also where the treasure is located.”
As she looks upon the holographic display of the supposed dragon, a thought comes out but would be quickly segued of whats happening. “Ah, that’s a dragon. Ill show you something later on but for now my nation being attacked from the inside is much more important than some giant fire breathing reptilian.” She isn’t wrong in this sense... Halfthur’s mind suddenly screams “Oh f*ck” Right. She is unsure if these terrorists brought some of the radio tech from the pirate group she used to be in, but hopefully they aren’t using them as they are on a whole other level of radio communication, doesn’t even use the standard spectrum at this point. “Could it be that- oh nevermind..” She wont casually disown her former loyalty and the pirates wont be that stupid enough to attack the capital itself since it has its own interests and operations there, in essence the pirates would side with the government for this.
A transmission would suddenly come into the ship. Halfthur would instantly rush on to the compartment where it is to see who it is. “Oi, Great Captain Halfthur, is that you comin’ round for a vi-” The transmission was suddenly silenced by her, oh by the gods hopefully her past life isn’t being exposed right now. Halfthur would then begin to speak with the person on the other line privately, hopefully Echo wouldn’t barge in and eavesdrop. "What the hell! don't enable the speaker compartment of your call! you know im trying to not let anyone know im one of yous right?!" Thats the only thing echo might have heard with her loud whispering.
The medics we’re treating everyone who we’re hurt with whatever tools they have, of course they are able to tend to everyone without the need of general reinforcements but they do know this wont be the last time they would attempt to attack any of the consulates. As one of the medics would check the bodies, it seemed peculiar that only a few of them have weapons while the rest are unarmed.
A auditory sigh can be heard from the line, ”The Jarlvein Revolutionary Army to be precise. They have been a thorn in our foot for such a long time we still don’t even know how we haven’t even able to take them down even with our current surveillance technology. They are clandestine beyond belief, we don’t even know if one of our military officers here are part of the Jarlvein Revolutionary Army. They are a hundred thousand strong, spread evenly across all systems here, they may be even attacking those planets either. I can confidently tell they have been planning this strike for years.” A brief pause before he speaks again. “They’re definitely trying to frame you, I’ve seen this tactic before… Confirm your marines if the assailants they eliminated outside your consulate armed or not.”
The marines were also equally suspicious of this, then going on to inspect the rest of the scene while the marine captain reported back to the consul on what had happened and the result. The consul himself would speak again, “Indeed. According to my marine captain, these men were mostly unarmed by tried to assault the front gate in a manner that lead the marines to use lethal force. I tell you this stinks of fowl play. But-“ He spoke as a note was put on his desk, “it seems that my marines have managed to set up a long ranged communication device on the roof. We’ll be reporting this to Bezembay shortly.”
"Acknowledged, we'll tell the grey boys on the ground to not fire on your troops. Once you have successfully set up your long communication device, we'll give you a frequency and where to point it, we'll relay it in a much more powerful sign-" Shots can be heard in the background of the call, shouting, wheezing of bullets, screaming and then suddenly an explosion.. "Remain the line with me, we're evacuating the building, we assume their sleeper agents have been activated here as well." the clink of the hammer of a gun can be heard in the background, it seems he has ran out of ammo... hard breathing can be heard from the representative, since he is wearing communication headgear. "I've been shot, i dont know how long my men will last here.. hhghh.. relay your message to Fallbring Station... hhhghhh.." the man coughs up blood although you can only hear him doing it. "A Bezi hub is in fallbring station if i remember c-cc-correctly... set up first before a proper consulate here... hghh.. i dont know if you have several warships stati-.. hhghhh Suddenly a hailfire of shots can be heard in the background with the chanting of "Cry us a river of blood! Cry us a river of blood!"
The medics outside of the consulate has also lost their communications with the main control center and their on their own. The team leader would step forward to whoever is in charge with the marines outside of the consulate, bearing a white-tainted shield then removing his helmet. "Lieutenant Captain, Alandard Jobimsson of the 4th Attache of the Red-Stained Crescents Battlemedic group serial number: 45J213 if you think im a spy you can confirm that number, may i know who is the highest ranking officer?"