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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Soda Pop Sector in Hoshizora
The World Census recorded sales of fizzy syrup water in order to determine which nations have the largest beverage industries.
As a region, Hoshizora is ranked 1,249th in the world for Largest Soda Pop Sector.
|1.||The High Command of The Lost Imperial Fleet||Left-Leaning College State Paradise||“For the Imperium!”|
|2.||The Celestial Imperium of The Alicorns||Civil Rights Lovefest Brave Progressives||“Imperium aeterna.”|
|3.||The Nebulean Union of Iammelon||Capitalist Paradise Corporate Slave State||“The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!”|
|4.||The Anarchy of Bayanelokavi||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“If not we, then who?”|
|5.||The Solar System of Taurgha||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Aspera Ad Astra”|
|6.||The Incorporated States of Melons Writing Book||New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy||“Works in Progress”|
|7.||The Confederation of Lost Childs of L Empire||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“Gabriels children shall not be lost”|
|8.||The Qi Kingdoms of China-Shou||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“The eternal energies of this universe will guide us”|
|9.||The Supreme Empire of The Dalek Paradigm||Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors||“Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!”|
|10.||The Delmah Confederacy of The Ebony Republic||Corrupt Dictatorship Well-Meaning Dictatorship||“Only united may we reach.”|
- : The Emminency of Necunda departed this region for Solitude.
- : The Restored Empire of Pozania arrived from Balder.
- : The Holy Dominion of Luuman arrived from The Alterran Confederacy.
- : The Borderlands of Nubyss arrived from The East Pacific.
- : The Confederation of Lost Childs of L Empire arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Solar System of Taurgha arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The orokin fleets from "Beastman" to "Huscarl - Orogh Ihnys the Gael" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea from "Radningarn - Tripur Fatimajtattoktir" to "Radningarn - Tripr Fatimajtattoktir" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea from "Radningarn - Trpur Fatimajtattoktir" to "Radningarn - Tripur Fatimajtattoktir" in Hoshizora.
- : The Borderlands of N e o t a u r i a renamed the office held by The Athailian Solar Empire of Honour Guard from "Skeletor" to "Huscarl - Æþæl Skulenbone" in Hoshizora.
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The Seraph, stood at her full height, her wings slowly retracting into her back as she stepped forward, staring at the immaculate statues in front of them. “These were our creator Gabriels kin, Druids of Thomane. Servants of Alohai. Masters of Life, Matter and the mind.” she spoke, a slight tint of sadness spreading across her voice as she spoke of them, memories fluttering by her. “Anyway’s,I do believe brother 3;16 with your jump packers shall be here soon.” she said as she began walking through a colossal walkway, its golden pires reaching far above their heads as it loomed over them. “Follow, 3;16 with your jumpackers will catch up.” she said as her bronze armor clattered across the metal of the palace, with each step, beckoning them forward.
The Captain and Aithanar began to follow, the Captain quietly looking around in evident amazement at the abundance of rare and abundant metals. "What're your names based on?" Alixandra asked, looking up at the Seraph. Aithanar for his part was silent and trodded along, watching only straight ahead and nothing more as 3;16 would catch up eventually. The Captain kept some air of professionalism about her, and she kept pace with the Vok and Seraph with graceful strides.
The Adjudicator hung in its orbit, scanning around for the wreck of the corvette before locating it. The Admiral was quiet, receiving a transmission from the High Admiral soon after his thoughts. He entered the communications once more, only to come face to the High Council. Once more, he'd take time before coming out.
As they step through the Arch way, they were met with the true wonder of the citadel. In front of them, stretching endlessly into the horizon of the citadel, was a titanic mile wide bridge, entirely made of gold, spirals of silver at fifty foot intervals with ruby archways connecting each. Each archway was covered in stained glass, depicting bizzare stories with many clashing colors, a whirlwind of creation itself it seemed.
Below them stretched a chasm, thousands upon thousands of feet deep. It's darkness seemingly to be ever consuming if they stared down. Above them a barely visible roof, ribbed vaults stretching across it, as puffy grey clouds formed above them.
"Follow me, there's a grav pod nearby which can take us towards the end of the bridge quickly." Said 14;1 as she began walking. "And our names...there meant as, specific rebukes against the Corruptos and their corruption, each one of our names as a response to theirs, mine was...Zegreus." She said, her voice grim with the slight tones of fear coming from her voice. "I will tell you of the Corruptos in the pod if you're truly curious." She says as she approaches a round white pod, opening a door on its side which hovered above a set of what looked to be rails.
They followed along, and the Captain would speak once in the pod. "Tell me of this Corruptos and the corruption. You implied their names are their power?" Aithanar was silent for now, infact he was studying the area around him with minute movements of his head. The Captain finally fixed her hair to its original state, waiting for the Seraph's reply. "I assume the gemstones and precious metals motif is also a testament against your enemies, these ah, corruptors?"
Admiral Nalzirin exited the room in the time it took them to walk to the bridge, walk the bridge and get into the grav pod to start their movement deeper into Seraph territory. The Admiral folded his hands behindhis back and watched the Citadel from orbit, so tall it ascended, as if it was piercing, no...not piercing, as if it was designed to -be- the Heavens. This gave him an idea, and he was sure the Council was likely on the same page. He moved back to the meeting room.
The Seraph took a hold of the door and slammed it hard, the noise the door made as it sealed, was a mixture of breathing and mechanical sealing, as the door finished its sealing protocols. The inside of the pod was very bare, with a single window to look out of, the window glistened with the light of the bridge and of its surroundings, it looked out into the eternal darkness that was around the bridge The pod also had two rows of seats, obviously made for the seraphs, as it looked like the Captain, Aithanar and another individual could sit in one alone.
The Seraph took a seat and she reached out to something above, and after a few second of clicking, a holographic interface appeared before her, she pressed some buttons and the pod took off, speeding forward across the tracks. “Do not worry, you do not need a seatbelt, you're entirely protected here.” she crossed her legs, and looked down, fear and anxiety seeming to wash over her face. She seemed to ponder over something in her mind, as brief flickers of memories flashed across her eye’s. “To answer your second question, much of the architecture of the sanctuary, like the gemstones, were there far before we ourselves were made. Now we have over millenia improved upon the architecture of the sanctuary, things like the various statues were built to deflect possible mythological invaders, this bridge here was built to drag the World Ender Beelzebub into the Sanctuaries Dungeon of Ancients, the various statues and archway’s seeming to subdue the beast.” she answered, fear again washed over her and she had to take several deep breaths before speaking.
“We are not the natural inhabitants of this world, those were the Druids of Thomane. The Order our Creator Gabriel belonged to.” she had to swallow to not burst out into tears. “These Druids were created by the Lord of Creation, Alohai...so they watch over his creation, they were given mastarage of Life, Reality and the Mind. They were to be like Shepherds...but overtime...many began acting like tyrants, kings and rulers...they had extinguished races they deemed to be unworthy, they began drifting from Alohais plan... then came Gabriel, Kindness beyond all, Patience that could outlive the stars themselves, and wisdom second only to Alohai himself. He was a true master in the crafts of the Druids, first mastering life and once ascended to power after casting out the blasphemers for...massacring, and deflowering Alohais image, he slowly mastered the other arts as well, while reforming and limiting the druids back to their original state, as Shepherds, not rulers.” She let out a little smile, her mind seeming to flicker to things, which then again fell to a grim look on her face.
“Unfortunately...there were those who did not follow this new direction. Led by the First sinner Sehkemet, they desired to unshackle themselves from their corporal form. They wanted to not only rule creation but ascend past not just the Druids, but past Alohai himself. Sehkemet, Coeus, Zegreus, Athena, Baal and many others I can’t mention...these Corruptos, waged a war against the druids over the fate of creation itself. The Druids response was Gabriels creation of us...the Seraphs, to fight the legions of corrupted and the Corruptos themselves, to slay them and protect our Creator.” she as she looked down a small tear dropping from her. “And we failed…” she said as the pod finally came to a stop, and the door slid open, and she stepped out. “I believe Paladin 3;16 shall be arriving with the others in a few seconds.” She said, as she took in a deep breath and slowly approached something off in the distance.
As George and Isabella began to calmly set up their tent and begin looking for digging sites, the farmers had begun a mad dash back towards their town. Screaming in absolute panic. In the town itself soldiers were scrambling, putting in telegram codes to try to get in contact with anyone, be it the General Council of Battery Man, the Musie, even members of the U-Okingu and Janguaroo-oria, anything. Local barracks were called up, as they moved in to stop a riot about to break out and also keep watch of the aliens, moving to position artillery in place, to not only keep watch on them, but if they began an attack, to quickly respond, by releasing the Hell of las. After hours of waiting they got a response directly from Musies personal telegram line.
“We’ll be dealing with the situation soon.” it read, obviously not a ensuring response, but the Musie was wise and proved himself in battle to earn his position. So he must have something planned, thought the soldiers as they rushed about, nervous as all hell because of the aliens.
In Musies palace
Kakesane Ieoloko sat, his prayer rug unfurled, drinking some tea, as he was informed of the current situation. “The aliens themselves are not united in one species it seems, they're all completely different, and separate.” said one of the guards. The Musie finished his tea. “I see...leave, I need to ponder over this.” he said as he stood, the two guards bowed as they exited the room. Kakesane walked over to the opened window which looked over the horizons. He pondered what to do, this would almost definitely define how he will be remembered in history. He had to prove the marshal strength of the Dynas, but to not act aggressively. Thus he pondered, for hours. Until the answer came clear to him.
He called in a scribe and looked at them. “I wish you to encircle the aliens at a radius of ten miles, artillery cannons primarily pointed forward, on the inner of the circle contact U-Okingu inform them to send their best lighting warriors to act as inner line defense...contact the Janguruu for scouts, we must know of these aliens capabilitie. And prepare me a chariot I must head there personally.” he said, the scribe bowed as the Musie began packing various books and nicknacks into a bag.
Back at the fields
As the dirt was shaked and rock cracked, the blue sun lightly reflected off it, telling John, that there were some traces of things like silver and iron around the field. But further off behind a cropping of rocks sat Juro’benn. His rifle from his time of service in his hand. He had made a quick dash home when he saw the ship. Part of him knew this was possibly a dumb idea, but another part went to his honor as a former soldier. That it was his honor bound duty as an artillery man, to protect not only his home, but his clan and the Dynas people as a whole...and what ever these aliens were he had to know their purpose, to at least warn the soldiers in the area.
Thus, he went through all the tactics he was taught, and slowly wiggled his way around the crop of rocks, and crawled his way through the golden wheat. Keeping his mouth shut, to not breath and give off his position, he kept at this until he was only about thirty feet away from the aliens. He slowly prepared his weapon and then jumped up raising his rifle at John and shouting. “Alien, put down the tools!” he shouted, trying to smuggle the panic that coursed through him.
John was of course, startled by this sudden shouting, and turned his head. Looking up at the man. The creach slowly put down the tools and fixed his thick glasses. But Juro’Benn remembered seeing two aliens before perching himself on the rock. Which is when he heard the sound of a revolver hammer coming to a full cock. The woman behind him had fair skin and blonde hair. Her eyes were green and she had many freckles, but most prominently were her two elvish ears which came to distinctive points.
He heard a calm voice come from behind him, “Stop pointing your rifle at my colleague. I’m not going to kill you, and I’ll holster my gun when you do the same, lad. You seem to be a somewhat civilised race. Let’s keep it that way. I’m Saoirse. Seer-sha for you non-meascthan. That’s John down there. We’re prospectors, looking for ore and mineral to mine and take home. Not to fight you.”
Back at the camp, George and Clovis had finished setting up the tent and Isabella was napping on the rock. Clovis grabbed a pair of binoculars and stepped out from the tent to watch the horizon and watch the indigenous.
The Captain listened silently. By all accounts it reminded her of past wars, but there wasn't much she could do aside from console the Seraph. "Who is your leader now?" She inquired, once the gravpod had stopped.
She turned around briefly and looked at them. “Our well leader now, is Gabriels firstborn, Lord Knight 1;1, he was personally raised by Gabriel and served along side him.” she said as she continued to watch and stopped in front of a statue, and kneeled in front of a statue.
As the Captain and Aithanar approached, she could see a massive statue, molded from precious rubies. It depicted a tall man, red robes fluttering with a golden chest piece covering them. Sat on his head was a regal, large headgear which obscured his face. In his right hand was a staff, swirling burning lights covering it. His left hand she saw three children of some unknown alien species reaching out to cling to his fingers.
First was a blue skinned human looking little girl, her face one of curiosity, she wore what looked to be a sun dress as she grasped his thumb. Next her stood an insectoid-like creature, wearing peasant-like rags grasping his ring finger, next to him stood a rat-like creature, adorned in robes of silky black, grasping his middle finger. 14;1 stood after several seconds. “This is Gabriel...and those are his children, the ones we’ve sworn to protect in his absence.” she said as she bowed to the figure and began walking off. “Come Lord Knight, is just this way.” she said as she approached another Hallway, its light gleaming like the sun.
The first thing George and clovis spotted, was the Indigeous populations rapid mobilization, they had obviously set some alarm off and could see artillery cannons being positioned in various places. The march of armored warriors coming from towering golden hills. They had definitely spooked them, but they seemed to not want to take any aggressive action towards them, more so just a sort of defensive measure.
A second look would also see an elegant chariot, driven by two cockroach looking beasts trampling across the dirt. It’s wood having elegant carvings of galaxies across it, with wheels of a mahogany like wood. Something important was in there, as the chariot approached closer and closer to the field.
Juro’benn, swallowed hard as he felt the revolver put against his head. His mind went wild. He considered his options, it would be two against one. His old bones likely wouldn’t be able to catch them off guard, and would most likely end up with him dead. He also suspected the fact this woman hadn’t immediately shot him, that must mean they were at least somewhat peaceful, and the news they were prospectors dashed his hope they wouldn’t be arrogant, as he’s heard that word used by Cypherians when they tried to claim a moon of the nearby gas giant. He slowly lowered his rifle and put it on the ground slowly. “I am Juro’benn, retired battery sergeant of the twenty eighth company of the armies of the Pingyuaxani, I also served in the greater armies of the Dynar Host, soldiers of Musie, servants of Father Gabriel, Alohai incarnate. I apologize...for any hastiness.” he said to Saiorsee as he stepped back slightly.