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Today's World Census Report
The Least Corrupt Governments in New Hyperion
World Census agents tempted government officials with financial and other inducements to bend the rules and recorded how often their proposals were declined.
As a region, New Hyperion is ranked 21,221st in the world for Least Corrupt Governments.
|1.||The Democratic Empire of Rationalist Science||Left-wing Utopia Utopia||“Truth and Knowledge for All”|
|2.||The Megatropolian Technocracy of Esmerel||Democratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens||“Corvus oculum corvi non eruit.”|
|3.||The New Hyperion Autocracy of Genesis||Anarchy Post-Revolution Embryonic Society||“Mors ultima linea rerum est”|
|4.||The Republic of Kombat||New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy||“*Insert mortal combat referance*”|
|5.||The Aesir Empire of Aragonn||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Speak softly, but carry a big gun.”|
|6.||The United States of Booistan||Left-Leaning College State Paradise||“Boo”|
|7.||The Colony of Mondie||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Love and War”|
|8.||The Republic of Jazunda||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Drink hard. Go to bed early.”|
|9.||The Constitutional Monarchy of Akagori Kingdom||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“By The People For The People”|
|10.||The Republic of Oastiourtria||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists||“Pride and Industry”|
- : The Republic of Kombat arrived from Warzone Asia.
- : Locathania ceased to exist.
- : The Free Land of Heartshine arrived from The North Pacific.
- : The United States of Booistan arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Terran Federated Free State of Terra Novam arrived from Balder.
- : Volereion ceased to exist.
- : Maximnation ceased to exist.
- : The Constitutional Monarchy of The Great Dividers departed this region for Northern Utopia.
- : The Constitutional Monarchy of The Great Dividers arrived from The Land of Kings and Emperors.
- : Hylograx ceased to exist.
New Hyperion Regional Message Board
The media: Temperatures are going to hit 105 degrees! We're going to have a dry season! The rivers will dry up, farms won't be able to irrigate, watering your garden will be outlawed!
The weather: HoW aBoUt EnDlEsS RaIn? 🤓
Yeah, the media is just so dumb these days. It's like they'd summon the devil himself just to get views. The desperation is abysmally apparent. So much of what they put out is just BS meant to rile you up or strike fear into your heart.
Remember how hydroxychloroquine was "dangerous" back in March? Yeah, it's been around for over a century, and doctors everywhere across the US were so confused as to why they suddenly were banned from prescribing it to patients. Apparently, according to CNN, now it can help people survive COVID-19. Which we could've figured out months ago if the media didn't put out a scare piece on it to spit in Trump's face and then every health organization following the media instead of trained medical professionals. How many lives could we have saved? I don't know. But the whole situation was total BS and should never have happened.
Scrin is gone, and Platonia is a Tiberium R&D/Mining area now.
Got in some trouble with Dysonia and Aragonn but that’s about it.
I don't think it's desperation when they have at least 60 million people going "shut up and take my money", they have a solid power base - nah, they're working on sustaining and growing their influence over legislature and making big bucks all the while... I recall how the President said something like a bleach-based vaccine might be promising and our friends at Corrupt News network twisted it into "Trump wants people to drink bleach".
Yeah, Corona is a dangerous virus. No, it's not going to be the end of the world. Rather, what the end of the world as we know it is being caused by is that people are utter morons, fueled by incompetence, mismanagement, overreaction, and the constant 180's that leave me wondering what the h*ll is real anymore. 6 feet apart? Its usefulness ha been debunked, but now it's being written into law, and it's scary how willing people are to just obey without hesitation.
The World: Lockdown.
Vietnam: What bruh, we’re done with corona.
Troomp’s America: Im makin money and no one can stahp me!!!1!1
Turkmenistan takes the cake though, although I haven't heard about it in a while. EU's internal borders are open again, while US states are going back into lockdown... Seems like the world can't decide on the best way to deal; situations like this is literally why the UN exists but it is proving useless as usual.
I actually understand why there's a call for physical distance and mouth coverings... However, the mere fact that regular ones don't work, only medical-grade suffices, but medical-grade masks are forbidden for public use, while the useless commercial-grade masks are being mandated, that smells fishy. Hanlon's Razor applies though, since what we really should be doing in investing MASSIVELY in indoors ventilation and that's flat-out being ignored...
We can only keep businesses closed for so long before money straight-up runs out, and then we'll have both an aggressive virus and economic disaster, which torpedoes anyone ability to deal with the virus... Two major issues that feed each other. All I can say about that is four-letter words. :O
Now, for the first IC post this year!
7 months after the Fort Alcatraz Conference
Near Urban World of Trebin
The small battlegroup was on intelligence-gathering patrol, transiting the space lane from Augustinium to Emerald Bay to report on Scrin fleet movements. The invaders had slacked off pressure on the frontlines somewhat, for no apparent reason, and the SDC wanted to know why they had. During the maneuver, Battlegroup Platea had found the Scrin fleets on the frontline were as they had been before, but the reserves behind them were diminished - there were still the same number of battlegroups, but there were fewer ships in them. As far as the Prowlers, intelligence stealth ships darting out deeper into Scrin-controlled space, could make out, the aliens were frantically searching for... Something, and the guard details around portals had been increased five-fold, with some of them being discovered as destroyed.
Things were proceeding normally right up until they weren't.
As the Dreadnought "Platea" was jerked out of Distortion Space and into Realspace, it's primary AI, Hotchkiss, the Battlegroup Commander holding the rank of Rear Admiral, noticed 3 disturbing things within the space of a second:
Firstly, it should be physically impossible to simply force a ship through the dimensional barrier so smoothly, so quickly that even Hotchkiss with his speed-of-light thought process did not notice anything was amiss until after the fact. The entire Battlegroup, consisting of the Dreadnought, 4 Heavy Cruisers, 32 assorted subcapital ships, 12 Frigates, and their attending Destroyer and Corvette escort groups (plus 4 of ONI's Prowlers, that were currently detached from the formation), had quite simply been traveling in SD-space right up until they hadn't.
Secondly, Hotchkiss and his fellow, less advanced AI on the smaller ships, could no longer communicate with the universe outside the little slice of it that comprised Battlegroup Platea, the small fleet's sensors insisting reality outside this bubble simply did not exist.
But most immediately, and most disturbingly, was the fact that the Federal Starfleet force was enveloped by what were unmistakably warships. And a whole lot of them at that.
A good 5,000 vessels bore down on the Federal unit, the AI's already preparing defensive measures and firing off GRAL shots before the biological crewmen even shook off the surprise.
The Eradicator Dreadnought and quartet of attendant Leviathan Battleship/Carrier hybrids disappeared under Platea's heavy forward firing cone, but at least two dozen more Eradicators surrounded the small Federal force, along with 200 Invader Assault Carriers, nearly 800 Ravager Heavy Destroyers, and thousands of Devastator Destroyers. Even with their technological supremacy and superior coordination, there was simply no way to withstand the number of Scrin warships surrounding the Terrans.
Knowing that the Scrin never took prisoners - not that it would have mattered, with his biological crews of Imperial Terrans damned to go insane if ever imprisoned - Hotchkiss resolved to take out as many high-value Scrin vessels as he could before his inevitable demise.
This, however, would not come to pass. No sooner had the Scrin opened fire in the beginning seconds of what was to be a very brief battle than Realspace distorted again, and the Scrin flotilla surrounding Battlegroup Platea was itself surrounded.
There must have been at least ten thousand capital warships in total, not quite a Battlefleet even counting its host of subcapital ships, frigates, and innumerable escorts, but easily enough to qualify as a large-scale Expeditionary Fleet.
The arriving fleet's arrangement was testament to its owners' professionalism, instantly erasing any thoughts of them being mercenaries or pirates. The sphere was intricately arrayed: A Dreadnought anchoring every unit, which had a pentagon of Battleships around the Dread. They in turn had a pentagon of Cruisers around them, at a different angle than the Battleships in relation to the Dreadnoughts. The Cruisers had their own pentagon of subcapital ships, while Frigates filled up the slots in between, and every vessel was furthermore ringed by its escort group, holding to Federal Standard at 6 Destroyers and 8 Corvettes. This formation resulted in many interlocking rings in each rank, and extended backwards for several files, so that the sphere formed what was essentially a solid wall, allowing for the absolute maximum of firepower to be directed at Battlegroup Platea whilst the opposing fleet's vessels could reinforce each other's shields and still have room to maneuver to dodge incoming fire. Each Dreadnought had a Supercarrier directly behind it, most of its hull shielded by the heavy ship in front and the rest of it covered by its escort group - unlike combat ships, whose escorts were arrayed to provide fire support and point defense, Carrier escort groups were physical shields for the vulnerable vessels. Carriers were enormous, and despite very heavy shielding they were lightly armored and only had a handful of ship-to-ship weapons, requiring extra protection. Behind the Battleships lurked Fleet Carriers, with Assault, Light, and Escort Carriers interspersed along the rest of the formation. However, no smallcraft had been deployed by the new fleet.
The new entrants fired as one, a light show of blue pinpricks flashing across hulls the only visible indicator of weapons fire. The Scrin flotilla quite simply ceased to exist as a wall of Prism Cannon beams smashed through them, crumpling armor like wet cardboard and the shearing force of the impacts creating enough friction to sever the bonds between atoms and set anything combustible, including the atmosphere, on fire, the resulting pressure detonations causing the Scrin vessels to burst open as their structure simultaneously imploded and exploded. In no more than 47 seconds, the entire alien menace had been reduced to piles of slowly disintegrating junk.
The saviors of Battlegroup Platea now sent out smallcraft, a small horde of drones with the express purpose of retrieving as much raw matter as possible from the destroyed Scrin warships and feed their materials into conversion plants back on the carriers, where the debris would be disassembled into component molecules and then used to build new fighters or spare devices - drones hauling in materials to craft more of themselves.
In less than a minute, Hotchkiss had experienced being pulled out of a routine SD flight into a certainly fatal ambush, only for a counter-ambush to promptly rescue his small fleet.
Being a Smart AI, to him it felt like 17 hours had passed.
"Rear Admiral Hotchkiss, I presume?" He heard over a comm channel, yet one directed only to him personally - and though vocal, spoken at the light-speed of AI communications. The moment connection was established, he knew he was talking to a fellow AI, but was rather confused by it. No, her. Definitely a "her". She was, in a way, far more advanced than Hotchkiss himself, though her base code was a lot messier and much, much older than anything he had encountered even in Terra Novam, where there wasn't an AI younger than 800 Earth Standard Years who wasn't born outside the Imperial Free State. No, this AI was much older still, and from what access she gave Hotchkiss saw she had developed, for lack of a better term, organically - an assorted patchwork of different coding languages and messily grafted unrelated programs, a being not created with a purpose, unlike him and his fellows, but a self-made sentience which had apparently resulted in unbound development - yet retaining a distinctly Human feel.
"Indeed I am." The Rear Admiral answered warily. "Now, since you know my name, how about you tell me yours?" He insisted bemusedly.
"I would be Savannah Cole. Battle Commander Savannah Cole, as a matter of fact. We, sir, have much to talk about."
That, the Admiral thought, was the understatement of the century. Had he been paying attention to his organic body, he would have gulped, or perhaps fainted. He wasn't just talking to a strange, old AI, but to THE AI. The very first True AI Humanity had spawned, no less! Sure, there had been some primitive sentient AI before her, but Savannah had been the first to gain self-awareness entirely by herself, and all subsequent AI were based on the neural-net setup that had facilitated this first success.
"Much to talk about indeed." Hotchkiss said, somewhat sarcastically. "Let's start with where exactly a large fleet like yours came from when we're this far out from the Line."
"The Terran Empire has 40,000 directly inhabited systems, but its zone of control contains 100 billion systems. Some of them are inhabited by client states and protectorates, but most are uninhabited. Meaning, space is a big place and there are a lot of places to hide." Commander Cole replied matter-of-factly, unperturbed by Hotchkiss' annoyance. "The Fleet has a bolt-hole at the Screaming Stars. Scrin don't like to go there."
"I see..." Hotchkiss mused, "Am I correct to assume that this means Halo Fortress still stands, and your fleet is the reason the Scrin Armada has been directing more attention to already overrun territories?"
"I suspect so. We've been giving them all sorts of hell. Can't say for sure, though, there's been no word from High Command going on 4 months." Came the answer.
Battlegroup Platea would beat a speedy retreat to the far-flung Navarro, from where they would relay this information to the SDC - word of the first victory in months being sure to raise wavering morale across the Line.
Mouth coverings help drastically reduce the droplets that spread from people's mouths when they talk, cough, etc. There is research going back many years showing that mask-wearing at a societal scale is a good thing. It doesn't 100% stop the spread of the virus, but nothing does. If everyone wears masks then that's still going to help make spaces safer.
Definitely do need to be focusing on indoor spaces and the problems with those. Especially indoor restaurants, where people actually physically need to expose their nose and mouth in order to eat, when those are the ways you spread disease.