Anacostia, Republic of Nukistan
"No, fuck YOU, You little prick! We had this in the fucking bag! If the GTF(O) had fucking killed Ye like they were suppose to, we wouldn't have 2million dead! Fuck!" President Garner was shaking. Where was Dr. Feel Good? He needed his shot of horse steroids.
"Mr. President..."
Garner looked at the Army Colonel. Then looked outside at Anacostia. Fucking Anacostia. Despite the UKB's guarantee of independence, Garner knew it was only a matter of time before a SRAM came screaming down Minnesota Avenue wiping them out.
"WHAT, Colonel?"
"We still have many, many agents inside Shep-...inside the Pro-Shep areas. We can continue the fight."
"That f-f-fuck Blackadder said he'll cut us off if we restart hostilities!"
"If the army moves in, sure. GTF(O) and other organizations? Maybe, maybe not. Sheppard has seized the country, now let's see him hold it."
Shaking, Garner looked at the GTF(O) Colonel.
"F-f-f-ucking do it!"
SD.Net World(RAR!) MK III
"The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."
In his heart, PFL Iler was glad that the Shepnukistan civil war had ended and that President Sheppard was alive. Sure, he had opened up a nuclear strike, but he had also proven willing to negotiate for peace and not escalate nuclear war any more.
PFL Iler wanted the conference that had been interrupted by the "assassination" of President Sheppard to continue. Its issues were important, and he did not want to face another crisis like that again. He considered it, rejected it, then wholeheartedly accepted it.
Smiling, he personally composed the following letter, with orders to send it to the leaders of all the FUN, MESS, and UAR nations.
Dear world leaders:
I felt that the topics that were being discussed at the Atlantis Conference before it was interrupted by the "Assassination" of President Sheppard were extremely important to the stability and well-being of our world. I wish to see them continued, and am offering to host another conference here in Coilerburg, with the same topics as the previous ones.
Your safety and comfort at this conference will be guaranteed. I and the Coilerburg security forces will ensure that nothing like the previous tragedy will happen again.
What do you say?
(OOC: You may notice that I didn't invite Blackadder, that's deliberate. Anyone who did what he did does not deserve to attend a conference of this stature. Besides, this is primarily between the UAR and the MESS.)
PFL Iler wanted the conference that had been interrupted by the "assassination" of President Sheppard to continue. Its issues were important, and he did not want to face another crisis like that again. He considered it, rejected it, then wholeheartedly accepted it.
Smiling, he personally composed the following letter, with orders to send it to the leaders of all the FUN, MESS, and UAR nations.
Dear world leaders:
I felt that the topics that were being discussed at the Atlantis Conference before it was interrupted by the "Assassination" of President Sheppard were extremely important to the stability and well-being of our world. I wish to see them continued, and am offering to host another conference here in Coilerburg, with the same topics as the previous ones.
Your safety and comfort at this conference will be guaranteed. I and the Coilerburg security forces will ensure that nothing like the previous tragedy will happen again.
What do you say?
(OOC: You may notice that I didn't invite Blackadder, that's deliberate. Anyone who did what he did does not deserve to attend a conference of this stature. Besides, this is primarily between the UAR and the MESS.)
Visitor of five museum ships.
Tonkin Firms Sign Reconstruction Aid Contracts
HUE - NCY today signed a contract with the government of the Republic of Shepnukistan for the major reconstruction efforts needed after the Shepnukistan Civil War. This effort is expected to net significant revenue for NCY and affiliated subcontracted corporations such as TIM ...
HUE - NCY today signed a contract with the government of the Republic of Shepnukistan for the major reconstruction efforts needed after the Shepnukistan Civil War. This effort is expected to net significant revenue for NCY and affiliated subcontracted corporations such as TIM ...
Coilerburg luxury auctioned to fund Great Mobilization
Many valuable luxury goods are being auctioned off on the international market to earn funding for the Great Mobilization. Some belonged to the Coilerburg government, others to citizens who willingly chipped in for the sake of their country, and still others to PFL Iler himself.
"It is a sign of President For Life Iler's humility and devotion to his country that he is willing to give up so many of his personal treasures to make his country stronger."-Coilerburg resident Mark Bobs.
The goods being sold range from artistic pieces like paintings and sculptures to the ornate silverware of the Presidential Palace to bottles of expensive wines to bizarre artifacts like a rare misprinted trading card and a live cat.
Even PFL Iler himself admits that Coilerburg cannot simply keep spending money indiscriminately, and that the Great Mobilization will not be completed right away. Already negotiations with many countries are beginning for one more large arms purchase, which PFL Iler has said will be the final one of this year.
"No matter how much cargo you throw overboard to make your ship become lighter, it will still take some time to reach its destination. It's better to accept that your voyage will take time rather than throw so much cargo overboard that you no longer have enough supplies to make it."-President For Life C. O. Iler, referring to the Great Mobilization and economics.
Many valuable luxury goods are being auctioned off on the international market to earn funding for the Great Mobilization. Some belonged to the Coilerburg government, others to citizens who willingly chipped in for the sake of their country, and still others to PFL Iler himself.
"It is a sign of President For Life Iler's humility and devotion to his country that he is willing to give up so many of his personal treasures to make his country stronger."-Coilerburg resident Mark Bobs.
The goods being sold range from artistic pieces like paintings and sculptures to the ornate silverware of the Presidential Palace to bottles of expensive wines to bizarre artifacts like a rare misprinted trading card and a live cat.
Even PFL Iler himself admits that Coilerburg cannot simply keep spending money indiscriminately, and that the Great Mobilization will not be completed right away. Already negotiations with many countries are beginning for one more large arms purchase, which PFL Iler has said will be the final one of this year.
"No matter how much cargo you throw overboard to make your ship become lighter, it will still take some time to reach its destination. It's better to accept that your voyage will take time rather than throw so much cargo overboard that you no longer have enough supplies to make it."-President For Life C. O. Iler, referring to the Great Mobilization and economics.
Visitor of five museum ships.
East Neverhood
The Shepnukistani civil war had been short but quite ugly. Things in Neverhood were in a sorry state. ProTec was now basically in charge of the entire law enforcement apparatus in the region as well as security against groups such as the NVA. West Neverhood groups had used the disorder in Shepnukistan to press their own attacks. Most of the border was now a wasteland after repeated bombings, assassinations and battles. The entire region's economy was wrecked, in many places, worse off than in Libertopia. ProTec had taken its share of casualties in the chaotic region as well.
ProTec's options for response to attacks had been limited. They had documented incident they could and sent the evidence to the authorities across the border, asking them to stop attacks and arrest those responsible. ProTec also made extensive use of quick reaction teams in helicopters, sniper ambushes and air strikes from their ground attack squadron to neutralize West Neverhood raids.
A silver lining was that the PAP was really coming into its own as a fighting force, though jails remained a problem. Equipment shortages had also plagued the force during the civil war, as Shepnukistani forces kept the gear for their own needs. The PAP had been forced to live off what they could salvage off of West Neverhood rebels in cases.
Another benefit of the contract was that ProTec was able to acquire a large amount of military equipment, including AFVs, in shady deals with local commanders when order had broken down. It was all supposedly legal; as legal as buying military equipment during a civil war can be, anyway.
The Shepnukistani civil war had been short but quite ugly. Things in Neverhood were in a sorry state. ProTec was now basically in charge of the entire law enforcement apparatus in the region as well as security against groups such as the NVA. West Neverhood groups had used the disorder in Shepnukistan to press their own attacks. Most of the border was now a wasteland after repeated bombings, assassinations and battles. The entire region's economy was wrecked, in many places, worse off than in Libertopia. ProTec had taken its share of casualties in the chaotic region as well.
ProTec's options for response to attacks had been limited. They had documented incident they could and sent the evidence to the authorities across the border, asking them to stop attacks and arrest those responsible. ProTec also made extensive use of quick reaction teams in helicopters, sniper ambushes and air strikes from their ground attack squadron to neutralize West Neverhood raids.
A silver lining was that the PAP was really coming into its own as a fighting force, though jails remained a problem. Equipment shortages had also plagued the force during the civil war, as Shepnukistani forces kept the gear for their own needs. The PAP had been forced to live off what they could salvage off of West Neverhood rebels in cases.
Another benefit of the contract was that ProTec was able to acquire a large amount of military equipment, including AFVs, in shady deals with local commanders when order had broken down. It was all supposedly legal; as legal as buying military equipment during a civil war can be, anyway.
Canissia, PeZookian embassy
The military attache was satisfied with the work of his officers. They really put their heart into it - he feared they'd be way too rusty after three years of doing nothing but research, but as it turns out, they were quite succesfull.
The Northern Squadron was thoroughly infiltrated within the first month. Coilerburg's sailors were pretty easy to recruit - most of them were draftees, flung far away from home and completely lost. They could be recruited easily by simply giving them a listening ear, a little comfort and some friendship.
And they all sing like canaries, the attache thought, reviewing the reports. He could easily foresee deployments of the squadron a week ahead thanks to that, and knew anything there was to know about every ship and every crewman. He had good people working for him...very good people.
There were few officers, though - they required more work. One PeZookian operative has managed to seduce an ensign, which worked surprisingly well, but higher officers were all being worked on.
The attache collated the reports and wrote up a summary of his experiences. It would be supremely useful when the RIS would start recruiting Coilerburgians in their home country.
Coilerburg, capital
They looked like ordinary tourists. A little tense, anxious to see the sights, carrying cameras and wearing various civilian clothes. They even came here for the same reasons as any other tourist - to learn about the city.
Every nook and cranny.
They made photographs of landmarks and walked around, maps in their hands. They asked people for directions and tried to remember street names, they visited pubs and bars and clubs.
They also walked into back alleys, little side streets and forgotten park areas. They palmed walls in search of loose bricks and watched dump trucks carry out the trash, and noted the times on their maps.
An observant passerby would also notice they retraced their steps, measuring the distances and times it took to get from one spot to another. They asked the locals various questions and saw how they reacted. They watched traffic. They rode on busses and trains and talked to the homeless. They observed public institutions and talked with people leaving them.
After ten days of vacationing, Lt. Col. Kulinsky's future residenture knew the city very well indeed.
The military attache was satisfied with the work of his officers. They really put their heart into it - he feared they'd be way too rusty after three years of doing nothing but research, but as it turns out, they were quite succesfull.
The Northern Squadron was thoroughly infiltrated within the first month. Coilerburg's sailors were pretty easy to recruit - most of them were draftees, flung far away from home and completely lost. They could be recruited easily by simply giving them a listening ear, a little comfort and some friendship.
And they all sing like canaries, the attache thought, reviewing the reports. He could easily foresee deployments of the squadron a week ahead thanks to that, and knew anything there was to know about every ship and every crewman. He had good people working for him...very good people.
There were few officers, though - they required more work. One PeZookian operative has managed to seduce an ensign, which worked surprisingly well, but higher officers were all being worked on.
The attache collated the reports and wrote up a summary of his experiences. It would be supremely useful when the RIS would start recruiting Coilerburgians in their home country.
Coilerburg, capital
They looked like ordinary tourists. A little tense, anxious to see the sights, carrying cameras and wearing various civilian clothes. They even came here for the same reasons as any other tourist - to learn about the city.
Every nook and cranny.
They made photographs of landmarks and walked around, maps in their hands. They asked people for directions and tried to remember street names, they visited pubs and bars and clubs.
They also walked into back alleys, little side streets and forgotten park areas. They palmed walls in search of loose bricks and watched dump trucks carry out the trash, and noted the times on their maps.
An observant passerby would also notice they retraced their steps, measuring the distances and times it took to get from one spot to another. They asked the locals various questions and saw how they reacted. They watched traffic. They rode on busses and trains and talked to the homeless. They observed public institutions and talked with people leaving them.
After ten days of vacationing, Lt. Col. Kulinsky's future residenture knew the city very well indeed.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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MEET MUSHROOM MILITARY
Shroomania leads the FUN into the first ever inter-alliance CROSSHAIRS '11 exercises. The Navy's Dolphin-class submarine Blowhole and its seamen prepare for deployment.
The Sovereignty of Shroomania's Mushroom Military has announced its entry into the CROSSHAIRS '11 exercises, sponsored by the MESS and held off the coast of the Lone Star Republic.
Among the participants will be renowned Shroomanian Airforce.
The SAF will be represented by the 118th 'Mobius' TFW, one of the few fighter squadrons in the world to boast combat experience - participating in the brief air battle over the skies of the Shadow Empire.
The only other air force pilots with extensive air combat experience are the Canissians' during the slightly longer Near Nuclear New Year War, and the Langley AF who joined the SAF in the Shadow Empire civil war.
The SAF has the most comprehensive ace training program in the form of the TOP GUN institute. They are also feared beach volleyball players.
Also joining in the CROSSHAIRS are the Mushroom Marines.
Battle-hardened veterans of the Syndromian Strike, the Marines will be showcasing the Fungal Future Combat System.
Aside from sporting brand-new AICWs (Steyr Aug bullpup rifles with Metal Storm grenade launchers) and sonic-electronic ball breakers, the FUN-FCS system also includes knives and sharp sticks.
The Mushroom Army shall also be sending soldiers eager to train with the Shinra Army Rangers in airborne and airmobile tactics and stratagems. The recent downsizing of the Mushroom Military, particularly the Army, has caused a paradigm shift in doctrine and strategy and many in the Army - from Generals to grunts - are eager to learn what their PeZookian counterparts have gleaned from the Shinra fighting elite.
The chance to prove themselves as capable as the other branches of the Mushroom Military in CROSSHAIRS is like Christmas for the Army G.I.s.
The seamen of the Shroomanian Navy have also expressed a vigorousness to learn the arts of naval warfare from their Canissian counterparts. The Canissian and Shroomanian military servicemen have frequently interacted in the FUN-MESS bases located in New Gottland's Port Serenity.
Would you like to learn more?
MEET MUSHROOM MILITARY
Shroomania leads the FUN into the first ever inter-alliance CROSSHAIRS '11 exercises. The Navy's Dolphin-class submarine Blowhole and its seamen prepare for deployment.
The Sovereignty of Shroomania's Mushroom Military has announced its entry into the CROSSHAIRS '11 exercises, sponsored by the MESS and held off the coast of the Lone Star Republic.
Among the participants will be renowned Shroomanian Airforce.
The SAF will be represented by the 118th 'Mobius' TFW, one of the few fighter squadrons in the world to boast combat experience - participating in the brief air battle over the skies of the Shadow Empire.
The only other air force pilots with extensive air combat experience are the Canissians' during the slightly longer Near Nuclear New Year War, and the Langley AF who joined the SAF in the Shadow Empire civil war.
The SAF has the most comprehensive ace training program in the form of the TOP GUN institute. They are also feared beach volleyball players.
Also joining in the CROSSHAIRS are the Mushroom Marines.
Battle-hardened veterans of the Syndromian Strike, the Marines will be showcasing the Fungal Future Combat System.
Aside from sporting brand-new AICWs (Steyr Aug bullpup rifles with Metal Storm grenade launchers) and sonic-electronic ball breakers, the FUN-FCS system also includes knives and sharp sticks.
The Mushroom Army shall also be sending soldiers eager to train with the Shinra Army Rangers in airborne and airmobile tactics and stratagems. The recent downsizing of the Mushroom Military, particularly the Army, has caused a paradigm shift in doctrine and strategy and many in the Army - from Generals to grunts - are eager to learn what their PeZookian counterparts have gleaned from the Shinra fighting elite.
The chance to prove themselves as capable as the other branches of the Mushroom Military in CROSSHAIRS is like Christmas for the Army G.I.s.
The seamen of the Shroomanian Navy have also expressed a vigorousness to learn the arts of naval warfare from their Canissian counterparts. The Canissian and Shroomanian military servicemen have frequently interacted in the FUN-MESS bases located in New Gottland's Port Serenity.
Would you like to learn more?
"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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BIG BAM
Byzantine Air MacMillan will create an AWACS A380 for maximum damage.
In an effort to strengthen the regional air defenses and electronic detection and warfare capabilities of their respective governments (Byzantium and Shroomania/FUN), Byzantine Air MacMillan has announced that their latest project will aim to create a massive AWACS aircraft of unprecedented size.
Using the fuselage of an A380, and integrating the most advanced, most powerful, and most obscene electronic warfare technologies - the AWACS A380 is claimed to be the future king of airborne information warfare.
BAM has announced that both Byzantine and Shroomania aims to build four of these aircraft for their respective airforces - a total of eight AWACS A380s. The production run will be of two batches of four, divided 50/50 between Byzantium and Shroomania.
The Mushroom Military intends to share their AWACS A380s with the entire FUN.
Would you like to learn more?
BIG BAM
Byzantine Air MacMillan will create an AWACS A380 for maximum damage.
In an effort to strengthen the regional air defenses and electronic detection and warfare capabilities of their respective governments (Byzantium and Shroomania/FUN), Byzantine Air MacMillan has announced that their latest project will aim to create a massive AWACS aircraft of unprecedented size.
Using the fuselage of an A380, and integrating the most advanced, most powerful, and most obscene electronic warfare technologies - the AWACS A380 is claimed to be the future king of airborne information warfare.
BAM has announced that both Byzantine and Shroomania aims to build four of these aircraft for their respective airforces - a total of eight AWACS A380s. The production run will be of two batches of four, divided 50/50 between Byzantium and Shroomania.
The Mushroom Military intends to share their AWACS A380s with the entire FUN.
Would you like to learn more?
"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
Pink Sugar Heart Attack!
"Yeah", Paul agreed with Rufus, "You know, the world at large is a lot like Libertia. There's little recourse for wrongs, and if you have an asshole neighbor, you're in big trouble unless you have many friends or a lot of firepower."RogueIce wrote: "Yeah, we are. That's probably how we seem to get into trouble so much. But then, sometimes we have to. The world needs somebody to look after the little guy. Otherwise the big nations like Shepnukistan and Saddamistan would just have their way and crush anyone who tried to oppose them. We try to be that barrier, but it carries a heavy price.
"So far when anyone's started trouble, the MESS has been there, in one way or another. And that, unfortunately, makes us target number one for those who wish to use force of arms to get their way around here. It's a helluva thing, isn't it?"
Paul poured himself more coke.
"This is just another border to move across. When we lived in small tribes, we banded together for protection from other tribes. Then we formed clans and settlements, then cities and entire nations. Right now we're stuck at the national level, not quite able to move to a species-wide government."
"And the stakes just keep getting higher, you know? Sometimes, I think that we as a species are already at the limit of what human leadership can accomplish. With every level of organization, more and more work is needed to keep it all from crashing down because of pretty retarded things like injured pride. Then again, there is progress being done."
The palm trees swooshed in the soft breeze coming in from the sea. The night was warm, and the cicadas chirped gently, busy with their own pursuits. Life seemed to be everywhere, teeming, wild and impossible to restrain.
"We just have to keep struggling, keep grinding our teeth and fighting against all the evil and injustice and malice. Call it a religious belief, but there will come a day when we won't have to anymore."
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
Astoria Daily Rag, editorial
What does it take for a national leader ruin his country and drive his people into poorhouses?
Why, we just need to have a look at our very own King!
We have just recovered from a nuclear crisis which threatened millions ; Why? Because the King decided to throw the gauntled to the biggest military empire on this hemisphere, the UAR!
The King spends lavishly on his Army and spends time with his foreign friends - while his very people live in poverty. While our shipyards churn out ships for foreign buyers, the people wait in huge lines to see the doctor. When war looms, the King runs away and leaves everyone to fare for themselves!
And what is the newest note in this litanny of crimes against the country? Why, the King decided that PeZookia will become a big player in the space industry!
Never mind the complete ridiculousness of this idea - the King sold 300 million USD worth of obligations just to finance an idiotic endeavour to land on the Moon. The Rag would like to ask the government: What good will it bring? Shouldn't we try to solve our own problems first?
PeZookia will spend 500 million a year on that. Think how many children could be fed for that! How much prescription drugs could be handed out and how many hospitals could be built? This is a disgrace to His Majesty. He should step down now, for he is a man without any honor left, and the public facade of friendship and wisdom crumbles every time he comes up with something as ridiculous as this.
Astoria Daily Rag: Is flying to Selene even possible?
Not according to Dr. Chris Blitzer, a renowned aerospace specialist working for Dr. Cray Zee Liberal Institute.
"Nova Terra is surrounded by a layer of deadly cosmic radiation. Flying through that layer would require armoring the spacecraft with a foot of lead - which means, basically, that no rocket could bring it up into space! This entire proposal is completely ridiculous - especially since Selene contains no resources at all. This adventure will bring us nothing but sunken costs, and if they actually try to cross the radiation layer - dead astronauts!"
And there is more than that! Spaceflight brings several insurmountable problems. For example: how do you navigate? It's not like a compass will work on orbit! Also, landing on an airless moon without a parachute is suicide. It simply cannot be done!
The government is trying to steal our money to pay some black project, but it's certainly not for space flight!
What does it take for a national leader ruin his country and drive his people into poorhouses?
Why, we just need to have a look at our very own King!
We have just recovered from a nuclear crisis which threatened millions ; Why? Because the King decided to throw the gauntled to the biggest military empire on this hemisphere, the UAR!
The King spends lavishly on his Army and spends time with his foreign friends - while his very people live in poverty. While our shipyards churn out ships for foreign buyers, the people wait in huge lines to see the doctor. When war looms, the King runs away and leaves everyone to fare for themselves!
And what is the newest note in this litanny of crimes against the country? Why, the King decided that PeZookia will become a big player in the space industry!
Never mind the complete ridiculousness of this idea - the King sold 300 million USD worth of obligations just to finance an idiotic endeavour to land on the Moon. The Rag would like to ask the government: What good will it bring? Shouldn't we try to solve our own problems first?
PeZookia will spend 500 million a year on that. Think how many children could be fed for that! How much prescription drugs could be handed out and how many hospitals could be built? This is a disgrace to His Majesty. He should step down now, for he is a man without any honor left, and the public facade of friendship and wisdom crumbles every time he comes up with something as ridiculous as this.
Astoria Daily Rag: Is flying to Selene even possible?
Not according to Dr. Chris Blitzer, a renowned aerospace specialist working for Dr. Cray Zee Liberal Institute.
"Nova Terra is surrounded by a layer of deadly cosmic radiation. Flying through that layer would require armoring the spacecraft with a foot of lead - which means, basically, that no rocket could bring it up into space! This entire proposal is completely ridiculous - especially since Selene contains no resources at all. This adventure will bring us nothing but sunken costs, and if they actually try to cross the radiation layer - dead astronauts!"
And there is more than that! Spaceflight brings several insurmountable problems. For example: how do you navigate? It's not like a compass will work on orbit! Also, landing on an airless moon without a parachute is suicide. It simply cannot be done!
The government is trying to steal our money to pay some black project, but it's certainly not for space flight!
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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SHADOW SHOP
MacMillan F-18 Fungals with the Shadow Paintjob.
The MacMillan Multicorporation and the Schrom Corporation have delivered their shipment of eight tactical fighters to the Shadow Empire - rebuilding the nation's air force that was destroyed during the recent civil war, courtesy of the SAF and the Langley AF.
Schrom F-16XL with a lighter shade paintjob.
The FUN member nation received its new fighters with the blessing of the Shroomanian Mushroom Military, which paid for forty percent (40%) of each aircraft as a form of reparation for the unfortunate casualties the Shadow Air Force (SAF) suffered at the hands of the Shroomanian Air Force (SAF) and Langley Air Force (LAF).
The F-18Fungals will also come with various modular kits to give them multi-role capacity. The F-18Fungal can carry tanker pods that can be used to refuel other fighters, or electronic warfare pods to provide ECM capabilities, or wield ground-attack, anti-air, or anti-shipping weapon - making it a jack of all trades.
Included in the F-18Fungal and F-16XL arsenals are the new Bearbeard long-rang air-to-air missiles - the FUN has restarted the production of the Shepnukistani-designed Blackbeards, and among the new Blackbeard variants are Bear Republican designs.
The Shadow pilots who will fly the two F-16XLs and six F-18Fungals will receive free training in the SAF's renowned TOP GUN institute in North Point, Shroomania.
[OOC: Shady, don't bother with SCUDs, mang. We're giving you a discount to rebuild your military stronger than ever, but don't go bankrupt your country. Besides, SCUDs aren't THAT long ranged. The only nations within range are the Central Sea nations... like PeZookia
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SHADOW SHOP
MacMillan F-18 Fungals with the Shadow Paintjob.
The MacMillan Multicorporation and the Schrom Corporation have delivered their shipment of eight tactical fighters to the Shadow Empire - rebuilding the nation's air force that was destroyed during the recent civil war, courtesy of the SAF and the Langley AF.
Schrom F-16XL with a lighter shade paintjob.
The FUN member nation received its new fighters with the blessing of the Shroomanian Mushroom Military, which paid for forty percent (40%) of each aircraft as a form of reparation for the unfortunate casualties the Shadow Air Force (SAF) suffered at the hands of the Shroomanian Air Force (SAF) and Langley Air Force (LAF).
The F-18Fungals will also come with various modular kits to give them multi-role capacity. The F-18Fungal can carry tanker pods that can be used to refuel other fighters, or electronic warfare pods to provide ECM capabilities, or wield ground-attack, anti-air, or anti-shipping weapon - making it a jack of all trades.
Included in the F-18Fungal and F-16XL arsenals are the new Bearbeard long-rang air-to-air missiles - the FUN has restarted the production of the Shepnukistani-designed Blackbeards, and among the new Blackbeard variants are Bear Republican designs.
The Shadow pilots who will fly the two F-16XLs and six F-18Fungals will receive free training in the SAF's renowned TOP GUN institute in North Point, Shroomania.
[OOC: Shady, don't bother with SCUDs, mang. We're giving you a discount to rebuild your military stronger than ever, but don't go bankrupt your country. Besides, SCUDs aren't THAT long ranged. The only nations within range are the Central Sea nations... like PeZookia
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"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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"I have to admit that I'm glad that though I learned this the hard way, our nation so far has survived." The Sultan nodded. "Currently what I care more about is indeed the stability and growth of our nation. We just ended a civil war. There is no point on causing another war, domestic or international. As the leader of the Sultanate I assure this."Fingolfin_Noldor wrote:"Let me be clear, I currently hold Ramsley with a tight leash, but I expect you to do the same with your own people. Such a fatwa should never again be repeated. While I understand your frustration over the violation of your territory, issuing fatwas of that variety invites not jus religious fanaticism but maniacs like President Sheppard of Shepnukistan. While the Byzantine Empire would like to aid and help bring about a stable Terra Libertia, such proclaimations of jihad are not helpful and actually endanger the stability of your state, as you yourself just discovered. We hope that instead of war, there will be peace. I believe Patriarch Ramsley also shares this view as well," said the Emperor.
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"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
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"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
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Military Expands Participation in CROSSHAIRS '11
[Clearwater Bay] General M.N. Dong, spokesman of the Ministry of National Defense has confirmed yesterday that besides the Amphibious Reconnaissance and Patrol Battalion, the ROM Marine Corps and the Military Police are sending troops to participate in CROSSHAIRS '11.
Gen. Dong has confirmed that the Marines will send another battallion besides the ARPB, while the MPs will send the Nighthawk and Southern Company. Due to the nature of the exercise, the MoND has also sent officials to observe on various missions where the ROM Military is unable to participate.
Anonymous Private of the Nighthawks prepares combat rations for the company, Nighthawk style.
Sniper team of the ARPB. Although most of them have participated in previous CROSSHAIRS exercises, they always see it as a precious experience.
Military Expands Participation in CROSSHAIRS '11
[Clearwater Bay] General M.N. Dong, spokesman of the Ministry of National Defense has confirmed yesterday that besides the Amphibious Reconnaissance and Patrol Battalion, the ROM Marine Corps and the Military Police are sending troops to participate in CROSSHAIRS '11.
Gen. Dong has confirmed that the Marines will send another battallion besides the ARPB, while the MPs will send the Nighthawk and Southern Company. Due to the nature of the exercise, the MoND has also sent officials to observe on various missions where the ROM Military is unable to participate.
Anonymous Private of the Nighthawks prepares combat rations for the company, Nighthawk style.
Sniper team of the ARPB. Although most of them have participated in previous CROSSHAIRS exercises, they always see it as a precious experience.
1st Plt. Comm. of the Warwolves
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
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Free Air and Space Technology Administration created
With pomp and gusto, glitter and glamour, gorgeously going forward, several nations of Nova Terra announced the creation of a new international organization - the Free Air and Space Technology Administration, or FASTA for short.
Setting its goal as the exploration and development of space for all mankind, the FASTA unites countries from the FUN, the MESS and unaligned blocks in a grand endeavor - the utilization of space resources, and scientific exploration of our solar system.
As the accords and legal documents were signed, General Secretary Stas outlined a general plan for the exploration of space, making the assembled spectators gasp with amazement.
"FASTA will land a man on Selene and return him safely within three years. It will also construct manned space stations, for scientific experimentation and defence. We will start an unmanned exploration program that will deliver huge amounts of scientific data. A new age is upon us. An age of scientific discovery and conquest of the final frontier - space!"
Deans and professors of aerospace colleges and universities all across Nova Terra have grasped their heads in horror as they gazed upon ambitious plans of FASTA leadership. The amount of aerospace students necessary to conduct all these programs will necessitate a 50% increase in current student body, and they all have to be trained to the highest standards.
And the tempo is high. Already, the newly formed FASTA bureaucracy has started the selection process for research and construction contracts: robots and rovers for Canissian companies ; Space suits, avionics and telemetry systems for vairous high-tehcnology Crossroadian concerns. Feasibility studies for the IRT on use of their fuel depots, nuclear-powered tracking station development for Shroomanians, vehicle development in Red Technocracy and construction of ground-based radars and tracking stations.
The most massive project to date, however, is the constructoin of a huge new launch complex at the Comona Island spaceport, capable of handling the gigantic Vulkan boosters. The complex should be completed by the end of FY2012, and ready for test launches!
What really captured the imaginations of people worldwide is the huge ad campaign aimed at young people, airmen, engineers and scientists - FASTA is recruiting astronauts!
Posters and TV ads ; Radio, flyers and internet banners ; Everything announces that YOU can become an astronaut and fly amongst the stars. Class 2011, the first group to be recruited, will consist of 20 astronauts in total. They will fly on the first series of manned missions intended to test the equipment end procedures before the Moon landing!
Three of these astronauts will walk on Selene in 2013.
Thousands of young men and women have applied to the program, and are undergoing rigorous testing. Physical fitness, health and mental ability - all these are required to be top-notch.
Perhaps you have the right stuff, too? If you think so, call ShroomSatTV to participate in our "Who wants to be an astronaut?" TV show and win an application into the space program!
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
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The Mushroom Military Messenger
MERCENARY MANIA
Dark Liquid makes the news (stock footage).
The Shroomanian PMC known as Dark Liquid, composed of Syndromian Strike veteran Army soldiers from the Mushroom Military's downsizing, have been spotted operating in Western Neverhood. Though their presence has been suspected yet unconfirmed for months, today definitive proof of their activities in West Neverhood has finally surfaced.
A private military contractor, or mercenary, stands guard at a 'hot LZ' as Canissian choppers prepare for liftoff.
Dark Liquid has released a statement stating that its purpose in Neverhood is purely to provide security for civilian operations and training for West Neverhood military and police personnel, and that they are currently not engaged in any military operations with the Canissian and MESS forces currently stationed in that half of the nation, or against any insurgency operating in either side of the Neverhood.
The presence of Dark Liquid mercenaries has been long suspected, as Shepnukistan has also contracted Indhopal's ProTec PMCs in the other side of the Neverhood.
Dark Liquid is not the only Shroomanian PMC operating in West Neverhood, however...
The zebra-stripes of Silber Squadron fly over the northern wastes of Neverhood.
... as the much rumored-about Mercenary Aces finally make their debut in the New World's most hotly disputed piece of territory ever.
The SAF TOP GUN-trained fighter pilots are believed to be one of the most formidable for-hire forces available in the market today and are considered by their SAF counterparts to be true maverick renegades.
The Mushroom Military Messenger
MERCENARY MANIA
Dark Liquid makes the news (stock footage).
The Shroomanian PMC known as Dark Liquid, composed of Syndromian Strike veteran Army soldiers from the Mushroom Military's downsizing, have been spotted operating in Western Neverhood. Though their presence has been suspected yet unconfirmed for months, today definitive proof of their activities in West Neverhood has finally surfaced.
A private military contractor, or mercenary, stands guard at a 'hot LZ' as Canissian choppers prepare for liftoff.
Dark Liquid has released a statement stating that its purpose in Neverhood is purely to provide security for civilian operations and training for West Neverhood military and police personnel, and that they are currently not engaged in any military operations with the Canissian and MESS forces currently stationed in that half of the nation, or against any insurgency operating in either side of the Neverhood.
The presence of Dark Liquid mercenaries has been long suspected, as Shepnukistan has also contracted Indhopal's ProTec PMCs in the other side of the Neverhood.
Dark Liquid is not the only Shroomanian PMC operating in West Neverhood, however...
The zebra-stripes of Silber Squadron fly over the northern wastes of Neverhood.
... as the much rumored-about Mercenary Aces finally make their debut in the New World's most hotly disputed piece of territory ever.
The SAF TOP GUN-trained fighter pilots are believed to be one of the most formidable for-hire forces available in the market today and are considered by their SAF counterparts to be true maverick renegades.
"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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Astoria Evening News
Nova Terra not birthplace of humanity?
A noted professor of archeology, Benjamin Turzynski, has published a paper noting the lack of evidence for the evolution of humans on Nova Terra.
His colleagues have approached the publication with reservations. However, the AEN team has managed to interview several archeologists and evolutionary biologists who share professor's Turzynski's doubts.
"There's just not enough evidence. So far, we have not found any skeletons older than a couple thousand years which could conclusively prove that humans did evolve on Nova Terra.", said Brian Banks, a Shroomanian anthropologist
"There is more field for doubt. For example, there are dozens of animal species on Nova Terra which do not share any common characteristics with other animals. Evolutionary biologists maintain two separate classification systems, in fact - there are tow wholly separate animal kingdoms on our planet. The migration patterns don't match, either - it seems as if the ecosystems of Nova Terra were created out of whole cloth."
This new scientific theory, dubbed "creationism" is becoming more and more popular amongst the scientific society.
Nova Terra not birthplace of humanity?
A noted professor of archeology, Benjamin Turzynski, has published a paper noting the lack of evidence for the evolution of humans on Nova Terra.
His colleagues have approached the publication with reservations. However, the AEN team has managed to interview several archeologists and evolutionary biologists who share professor's Turzynski's doubts.
"There's just not enough evidence. So far, we have not found any skeletons older than a couple thousand years which could conclusively prove that humans did evolve on Nova Terra.", said Brian Banks, a Shroomanian anthropologist
"There is more field for doubt. For example, there are dozens of animal species on Nova Terra which do not share any common characteristics with other animals. Evolutionary biologists maintain two separate classification systems, in fact - there are tow wholly separate animal kingdoms on our planet. The migration patterns don't match, either - it seems as if the ecosystems of Nova Terra were created out of whole cloth."
This new scientific theory, dubbed "creationism" is becoming more and more popular amongst the scientific society.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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"Good. And I hope it stays that way. Now the other question in mind, what do you need? The Muslim community is willing to chip in and help. The question is what you need. I see that you need to rebuild your infrastructure, your hospitals, and others. Maybe even rebuild some of your mosques. What do you need?"Grand Moff Yenchin wrote:"I have to admit that I'm glad that though I learned this the hard way, our nation so far has survived." The Sultan nodded. "Currently what I care more about is indeed the stability and growth of our nation. We just ended a civil war. There is no point on causing another war, domestic or international. As the leader of the Sultanate I assure this."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia
Keels of Coilerburg domestic patrol craft laid down
After a period of development, Coilerburg has finally began to build its 80 foot coastal patrol boats. The keels of eight patrol boats were laid down today in a Navalopolis yard.
In one of his many televised speeches, PFL Iler declared the construction of the patrol boats to be a "milestone in Coilerburg's Great Mobilization".
After a period of development, Coilerburg has finally began to build its 80 foot coastal patrol boats. The keels of eight patrol boats were laid down today in a Navalopolis yard.
In one of his many televised speeches, PFL Iler declared the construction of the patrol boats to be a "milestone in Coilerburg's Great Mobilization".
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Seaside Palace, Canissia
King Arik Coyotus-I relaxed in the roof hot tub. He was, this time, alone, simply enjoying the warm water and a glass of red wine. So far, things had gone well, and he was indulging in some quiet time, alone, with music playing. It was a cool, clear summer night, with full moons and bright, twinkling rivers of stars overhead.
Goin' to the moon, he thought. How cool is that? He contemplated the possibilities, not just for exploration and science, but to set a high bar for international cooperation, and to get a big chunk of the pie for Canissian automation industries.
We finally got the damn drone program off the ground, ha-ha, he reminded himself with satisfaction. The north coast bunkers are just about complete; the subway shelters are just about complete... and THEL is on track. He'd also, finally, gotten some of the robotic engineering vehicles up to Neverhood for testing, and straightened out the shipbuilding schedule.
Good times for Canissia.
Arik suddenly contemplated his surroundings. The quiet, the fact that he'd managed to stake out some alone time, that he was feeling particularly philosophical... the time is right... he realized, and counted down.
"3... 2... 1" he snapped his fingers, and with a pop and a rush of water, Q was in the hot tub, on the opposite side, with an obnoxiously-colored daiquiri drink topped with a little umbrella.
"Excellent timing, khaver," the being said.
"The time just seemed right," Arik replied.
"Indeed it is-- let's see, one major crisis averted, and now everyone is settling around the campfire to hold hands and sing songs, right?"
"Huh," Arik replied, "Hardly. But things are better, at least for now, yes."
"See? Conflict! Putting yourself through forge and fire-- you come out the other side better than you were before!"
"The people were galvanized out of fear," Arik said, "Not the most positive of motivations."
"Ohh, there you go again," Q said, imitating Ronald Reagan, "You try so hard to deny who you are-- face it, humans would do nothing if it weren't for your baser instincts. Fear, sometimes, or lust-- lust for power, money, sex... these things motivate you, and the sooner you accept and embrace that, the better off you'll be as a people."
"So, then, by terrorizing the planet, Shep was.. what? Doing the Lord's work?" Q laughed in response.
"What a funny way of putting it!" Q said, "I do enjoy that. But, no, you're trying to put me in the role of God, which I am not. I try to explain that to you limited people all the time, but... anyhow, no. Mark Sheppard served not the Lord's work, but the calling of Man. Don't get so self-righteous, after all-- you were headed down the same path."
"Me?" Arik asked with a laugh, "Ha. I wasn't stockpiling nuclear weapons to blackmail people with."
"There are many paths to power," Q said, "Some just appear more friendly and benign. You wanted to hold the moral high ground, after all-- to have a hegemony of influenced based precisely on your adherence to peace and other delusional, yet lofty, principles."
"You don't think my way is better?" Arik asked, "You prefer killing to, say, reveling in having an island full of happy people?"
"You don't get it, do you, and yet you just now spelled it out perfectly!" Q said, "Really, your species's capacity for self-delusion is greater than any drug. Your way is better, you just said. You're competing with Shep for power, just in another way. You claim superiority that way! Do you get it? Seriously, I am giving you the answer-- but only because you gave it yourself, moments ago."
"Alright, Q, sure," Arik said, "I'll accept that. And, yes, I think that it is better to have willing volunteers than terrified slaves. So I'm arrogant for assuming my way is better. What would Shep say is better about his way?"
"Well, a greater challenge leads to a more powerful transfiguration of comprehension," Q said, "Surviving a nuclear war is a serious test, and those who emerge on the other side are far more rugged and aware of their place in the universe," Q said, his face becoming hard, "They realize they are pretty much nothing in the universe; that they can be swept away by a whim. And that is an important lesson to learn."
"Is that how your people started out?" Arik challenged. Q studied him a moment.
"Long, long ago, yes," Q said. "But you people I brought here for a reason. I pick on you for the same reason we pick on people like Captain Picard, John Sheridan..."
"John Sheridan?" Arik asked, surprised, "He was a character on Babylon-5."
"Yes," Q said, "Another of your many possible futures, depending on what path your people take back on Earth. In his universe, we are known as Vorlons," Q said with an impish smile, "And we test his arrogant assumptions about betterment and superiority as well."
"So..." Arik said, "You people seek out those who claim that they'd make things better, do things better, if they were in charge, and put them to the test."
"Dingdingding!" Q said, turning into a liesure-suited game show host, still sitting in the hot tub. "We have a winner! The universe does not take kindly to arrogant assumptions. All that posturing on your little computer board, so long ago... well, now it is time to sink or swim."
"But to what purpose?" Arik asked, "To pick the best system, and champion that as the means to change, enlightenment, and transfiguration?"
"So competitive. No," Q said, "You are making your basic mistake again, assuming that there is one perfect system we are searching for. You are wrong. There is a 'one perfect system' that you primitives are searching for, failing to realize that it doesn't exist, and each trying to knock the other off in the quest, hoping that by eliminating other systems yours will be proven right. All these means are valid, just.. which one is most compatible with your values? The values you surround yourself with tell a lot about you, but one way or the other, are not necessarily wrong."
"Or right," Arik said. Q looked at him appreciatively.
"You're learning," he said, and vanished.
King Arik Coyotus-I relaxed in the roof hot tub. He was, this time, alone, simply enjoying the warm water and a glass of red wine. So far, things had gone well, and he was indulging in some quiet time, alone, with music playing. It was a cool, clear summer night, with full moons and bright, twinkling rivers of stars overhead.
Goin' to the moon, he thought. How cool is that? He contemplated the possibilities, not just for exploration and science, but to set a high bar for international cooperation, and to get a big chunk of the pie for Canissian automation industries.
We finally got the damn drone program off the ground, ha-ha, he reminded himself with satisfaction. The north coast bunkers are just about complete; the subway shelters are just about complete... and THEL is on track. He'd also, finally, gotten some of the robotic engineering vehicles up to Neverhood for testing, and straightened out the shipbuilding schedule.
Good times for Canissia.
Arik suddenly contemplated his surroundings. The quiet, the fact that he'd managed to stake out some alone time, that he was feeling particularly philosophical... the time is right... he realized, and counted down.
"3... 2... 1" he snapped his fingers, and with a pop and a rush of water, Q was in the hot tub, on the opposite side, with an obnoxiously-colored daiquiri drink topped with a little umbrella.
"Excellent timing, khaver," the being said.
"The time just seemed right," Arik replied.
"Indeed it is-- let's see, one major crisis averted, and now everyone is settling around the campfire to hold hands and sing songs, right?"
"Huh," Arik replied, "Hardly. But things are better, at least for now, yes."
"See? Conflict! Putting yourself through forge and fire-- you come out the other side better than you were before!"
"The people were galvanized out of fear," Arik said, "Not the most positive of motivations."
"Ohh, there you go again," Q said, imitating Ronald Reagan, "You try so hard to deny who you are-- face it, humans would do nothing if it weren't for your baser instincts. Fear, sometimes, or lust-- lust for power, money, sex... these things motivate you, and the sooner you accept and embrace that, the better off you'll be as a people."
"So, then, by terrorizing the planet, Shep was.. what? Doing the Lord's work?" Q laughed in response.
"What a funny way of putting it!" Q said, "I do enjoy that. But, no, you're trying to put me in the role of God, which I am not. I try to explain that to you limited people all the time, but... anyhow, no. Mark Sheppard served not the Lord's work, but the calling of Man. Don't get so self-righteous, after all-- you were headed down the same path."
"Me?" Arik asked with a laugh, "Ha. I wasn't stockpiling nuclear weapons to blackmail people with."
"There are many paths to power," Q said, "Some just appear more friendly and benign. You wanted to hold the moral high ground, after all-- to have a hegemony of influenced based precisely on your adherence to peace and other delusional, yet lofty, principles."
"You don't think my way is better?" Arik asked, "You prefer killing to, say, reveling in having an island full of happy people?"
"You don't get it, do you, and yet you just now spelled it out perfectly!" Q said, "Really, your species's capacity for self-delusion is greater than any drug. Your way is better, you just said. You're competing with Shep for power, just in another way. You claim superiority that way! Do you get it? Seriously, I am giving you the answer-- but only because you gave it yourself, moments ago."
"Alright, Q, sure," Arik said, "I'll accept that. And, yes, I think that it is better to have willing volunteers than terrified slaves. So I'm arrogant for assuming my way is better. What would Shep say is better about his way?"
"Well, a greater challenge leads to a more powerful transfiguration of comprehension," Q said, "Surviving a nuclear war is a serious test, and those who emerge on the other side are far more rugged and aware of their place in the universe," Q said, his face becoming hard, "They realize they are pretty much nothing in the universe; that they can be swept away by a whim. And that is an important lesson to learn."
"Is that how your people started out?" Arik challenged. Q studied him a moment.
"Long, long ago, yes," Q said. "But you people I brought here for a reason. I pick on you for the same reason we pick on people like Captain Picard, John Sheridan..."
"John Sheridan?" Arik asked, surprised, "He was a character on Babylon-5."
"Yes," Q said, "Another of your many possible futures, depending on what path your people take back on Earth. In his universe, we are known as Vorlons," Q said with an impish smile, "And we test his arrogant assumptions about betterment and superiority as well."
"So..." Arik said, "You people seek out those who claim that they'd make things better, do things better, if they were in charge, and put them to the test."
"Dingdingding!" Q said, turning into a liesure-suited game show host, still sitting in the hot tub. "We have a winner! The universe does not take kindly to arrogant assumptions. All that posturing on your little computer board, so long ago... well, now it is time to sink or swim."
"But to what purpose?" Arik asked, "To pick the best system, and champion that as the means to change, enlightenment, and transfiguration?"
"So competitive. No," Q said, "You are making your basic mistake again, assuming that there is one perfect system we are searching for. You are wrong. There is a 'one perfect system' that you primitives are searching for, failing to realize that it doesn't exist, and each trying to knock the other off in the quest, hoping that by eliminating other systems yours will be proven right. All these means are valid, just.. which one is most compatible with your values? The values you surround yourself with tell a lot about you, but one way or the other, are not necessarily wrong."
"Or right," Arik said. Q looked at him appreciatively.
"You're learning," he said, and vanished.
Something about Libertarianism always bothered me. Then one day, I realized what it was:
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
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Today complaints came from Hughes/Kaiser and Norsewind Aeronautics and Norsewind's PArent company of Norsemotorworks as no one seems to offer their products for FUN contracts.
Notably absent in recent FUN rounds:
Norsewind "Firefox" advanced stealthfighter, voice controled weapons, hardpoints, and radar absorbant materials, still doesn't have modern IR diffuser capabilities, and still only early Radar reducer/absorber capability.
Norse Air: "Fenrir" (Airwolf) Though not as capable as a Hughes/Kaiser Apache or Cammanche the Fenrir still supports a three tube autofeed mortar system.
Norse Air "Blue Thor" (Blue Thunder), police riot control helo, with advanced thermal optics, and stealthy construction, includes wireless tapping capability. Armed with a rapid fire chain gun chambered for assualt rifle ammo. Just perfect for your police needs
Norsemotors: Goat ATV, regular or Armoured this three axeled workhorse can go anywhere, runs on just about any kind of fuel, and the unarmoured version can carry quite a payload. Military version contains Kevlar armour, and either heavy machine gun, TOW, Stinger, or automatic grenade launcher mountings.
Templar II and Templar IIi: Aluminium body, with reinforced crew compartment. mounts 4 hardpoints on their stabilizer wings, crew of 6, capable of carrying 16 passengers and equipment. Also has a 30mm main cannon, and a .50cal rear HMG.
Hughes Kaiser: in addition to Airships such as the HK Overwatch (Airship version of AWACS)
HK Apache Helocoptor
HK Commanche Helocoptor
Hughes Kaiser also has built one long range probe called "Lillith" for investigating the outer planets.
Notably absent in recent FUN rounds:
Norsewind "Firefox" advanced stealthfighter, voice controled weapons, hardpoints, and radar absorbant materials, still doesn't have modern IR diffuser capabilities, and still only early Radar reducer/absorber capability.
Norse Air: "Fenrir" (Airwolf) Though not as capable as a Hughes/Kaiser Apache or Cammanche the Fenrir still supports a three tube autofeed mortar system.
Norse Air "Blue Thor" (Blue Thunder), police riot control helo, with advanced thermal optics, and stealthy construction, includes wireless tapping capability. Armed with a rapid fire chain gun chambered for assualt rifle ammo. Just perfect for your police needs
Norsemotors: Goat ATV, regular or Armoured this three axeled workhorse can go anywhere, runs on just about any kind of fuel, and the unarmoured version can carry quite a payload. Military version contains Kevlar armour, and either heavy machine gun, TOW, Stinger, or automatic grenade launcher mountings.
Templar II and Templar IIi: Aluminium body, with reinforced crew compartment. mounts 4 hardpoints on their stabilizer wings, crew of 6, capable of carrying 16 passengers and equipment. Also has a 30mm main cannon, and a .50cal rear HMG.
Hughes Kaiser: in addition to Airships such as the HK Overwatch (Airship version of AWACS)
HK Apache Helocoptor
HK Commanche Helocoptor
Hughes Kaiser also has built one long range probe called "Lillith" for investigating the outer planets.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
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Grand Moff Yenchin
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"Thank Allah for your generosity. The infrastructure really needs some rebuilding. Lots of people are homeless without proper shelter, hospitals have been bombed, roads and bridges are broken as well.Fingolfin_Noldor wrote: "Good. And I hope it stays that way. Now the other question in mind, what do you need? The Muslim community is willing to chip in and help. The question is what you need. I see that you need to rebuild your infrastructure, your hospitals, and others. Maybe even rebuild some of your mosques. What do you need?"
"I'm also thinking of support in education. Many people in the Sultanate probably read nothing more than the Qu'ran. Some can't even write their name. This must end. It would be great help if people could receive the basic education of...at least whatever standard is required in MESS or FUN nations."
1st Plt. Comm. of the Warwolves
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
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Fingolfin_Noldor
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"We are willing to accept your students into our universities and schools through scholarships. We are prepared to loan you 2 billion for infrastructure and others and donate vaccines which I believe are crucial and other hospital equipment. Should be more than enough for the time being I should think? It's the same amount we are about to loan the Diocese as well."Grand Moff Yenchin wrote:"Thank Allah for your generosity. The infrastructure really needs some rebuilding. Lots of people are homeless without proper shelter, hospitals have been bombed, roads and bridges are broken as well.
"I'm also thinking of support in education. Many people in the Sultanate probably read nothing more than the Qu'ran. Some can't even write their name. This must end. It would be great help if people could receive the basic education of...at least whatever standard is required in MESS or FUN nations."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
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West Neverhood
Dragonspine Mountains
"Damn!" Tatiana Sokolov grumbled, fighting back a hangover as well as her frustration. She continued typing out instructions to the mining robot in front of her but the still chilly atmosphere made her fingers stiff. She was spending as much time correcting errors as she was inputting new code.
"No need for such language," a familiar voice said behind her. She turned to see Lukin Grey aproaching, a smile on his face and his hands firmly buried in the pockets of his jacket. He seemed comfortable enough in a ordinary leather jacket.
"Hey!" Tatiana said, smiling, and plunging her hands into the pockets of his jacket to enjoy his warm hands and already-heated pocket linings. "What's this?" she asked after going up to her tiptoes to kiss him, as he knelt down a bit to accomodate the petite woman. She pulled out two pieces of cloth from his warm pockets.
"Gloves," he said, as if nothing could be more obvious, "I got some old gloves and cut the tips off. You can work without freezing those li'l fingers off." She put them on and smiled.
"Much nicer," she said, "I had a pair like these but lost them on the way here. It has been hell putting in all the new code."
The Canissian-supplied robominers were inspected by service reps from both Wolfburg Motors and the Canissian government, and both agreed that the 'bots had been damaged in transit rather than at the factory of origin. Lawyers had begun drafting a suit against the shipping company for negligence but the company settled out of court and agreed to cover the costs of reprogramming the 'bots. Still, it took time and Tatiana was one of the few people in Port Hadera that could assist that task. She was working back-to-back shifts and had had to curtail a great deal of her private life.
"Well, the good news is that I am getting really, really good at this," she said, hugging Lukin and enjoying his warmth. He also produced two lunch packs, wich Tatiana grimaced at but took eagerly.
"Sorry," Lukin said, "But this was all I could get and the manager said I really should not even be here on the floor-- but I convinced him you deserved a lunch break."
"Thanks. I was just wondering what I could coax from the vending machines."
"Blah, four days of nothing but rehydrated soup makes this a king's feast," Lukin said, curlng his nose in distaste at the vending machines, "How many are working on this?" he wondered.
"Myself and three other interns, and the six actual programmers," she said, "Plus a couple of guys from Wolfburg Motors who are just here for a day or two. They mostly run dignostics on what we do," she said. Lukin nodded his understanding.
"Well, so far, the diagnostic equipment bought by Professor Sival is a godsend," Lukin said, "You should be qualified as a full programmer after this."
"Technically I can be," she agreed, "but I'll still need the piece of paper that says I'm worth a shit."
"Well, you're worth a lot to me," Lukin said, slipping his hand over hers. She felt something else in his grasp. She nodded her satisfction and slipped in her pocket without a thought.
"Thanks," she said.
"No problem. Grass is cheaper and I can join you with that," he said with a shy smile. Now, Lukin had made contact with Tatiana's supplier and by monitoring him, had figured out when and where the smugglers operated. He'd also gotten Tatiana to ease off the coke and stick with more manageable habits. Considering her workload she'd agreed, to Lukin's relief.
They ate their rations quickly and Tatiana had to go back to work. But she'd come back to his prefab that night for a little more warmth and comfort before coming back again at tomorrow's dawn.
Dragonspine Mountains
"Damn!" Tatiana Sokolov grumbled, fighting back a hangover as well as her frustration. She continued typing out instructions to the mining robot in front of her but the still chilly atmosphere made her fingers stiff. She was spending as much time correcting errors as she was inputting new code.
"No need for such language," a familiar voice said behind her. She turned to see Lukin Grey aproaching, a smile on his face and his hands firmly buried in the pockets of his jacket. He seemed comfortable enough in a ordinary leather jacket.
"Hey!" Tatiana said, smiling, and plunging her hands into the pockets of his jacket to enjoy his warm hands and already-heated pocket linings. "What's this?" she asked after going up to her tiptoes to kiss him, as he knelt down a bit to accomodate the petite woman. She pulled out two pieces of cloth from his warm pockets.
"Gloves," he said, as if nothing could be more obvious, "I got some old gloves and cut the tips off. You can work without freezing those li'l fingers off." She put them on and smiled.
"Much nicer," she said, "I had a pair like these but lost them on the way here. It has been hell putting in all the new code."
The Canissian-supplied robominers were inspected by service reps from both Wolfburg Motors and the Canissian government, and both agreed that the 'bots had been damaged in transit rather than at the factory of origin. Lawyers had begun drafting a suit against the shipping company for negligence but the company settled out of court and agreed to cover the costs of reprogramming the 'bots. Still, it took time and Tatiana was one of the few people in Port Hadera that could assist that task. She was working back-to-back shifts and had had to curtail a great deal of her private life.
"Well, the good news is that I am getting really, really good at this," she said, hugging Lukin and enjoying his warmth. He also produced two lunch packs, wich Tatiana grimaced at but took eagerly.
"Sorry," Lukin said, "But this was all I could get and the manager said I really should not even be here on the floor-- but I convinced him you deserved a lunch break."
"Thanks. I was just wondering what I could coax from the vending machines."
"Blah, four days of nothing but rehydrated soup makes this a king's feast," Lukin said, curlng his nose in distaste at the vending machines, "How many are working on this?" he wondered.
"Myself and three other interns, and the six actual programmers," she said, "Plus a couple of guys from Wolfburg Motors who are just here for a day or two. They mostly run dignostics on what we do," she said. Lukin nodded his understanding.
"Well, so far, the diagnostic equipment bought by Professor Sival is a godsend," Lukin said, "You should be qualified as a full programmer after this."
"Technically I can be," she agreed, "but I'll still need the piece of paper that says I'm worth a shit."
"Well, you're worth a lot to me," Lukin said, slipping his hand over hers. She felt something else in his grasp. She nodded her satisfction and slipped in her pocket without a thought.
"Thanks," she said.
"No problem. Grass is cheaper and I can join you with that," he said with a shy smile. Now, Lukin had made contact with Tatiana's supplier and by monitoring him, had figured out when and where the smugglers operated. He'd also gotten Tatiana to ease off the coke and stick with more manageable habits. Considering her workload she'd agreed, to Lukin's relief.
They ate their rations quickly and Tatiana had to go back to work. But she'd come back to his prefab that night for a little more warmth and comfort before coming back again at tomorrow's dawn.
Something about Libertarianism always bothered me. Then one day, I realized what it was:
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
Astoria, RIS headquarters
"You're kidding", Kulinsky was pretty damn impressed. He chose his future residenture carefully, but they still managed to surprise him. And on the first recon, nonetheles.
"No, sir.", captain Potocka had little sense of humor in informal settings, but seemed to be able to change personalities on a whim, "He's a procurement assistant in their defence ministry. Has access to all the reports, evaluations and feasibility studies."
"What does he work for?", there were only three possible alternatives
"Money. His mistress has expensive tastes."
Kulinsky nodded. That kind was the easiest to manage.
"Mistress, you say? In this case, the Coilerburgians will figure it out pretty soon. Does he know who you are?"
"No,sir. He knows I'm intelligence, but never saw my real face, and doesn't know which country I'm from."
"Milk him for everything he's got."
"Yes, sir!"
The embassy wasn't ready yet, and this was a risky move. Still, the documents this agent had access to would prove invaluable.
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Coilerburg
"Mr. President, this is the security briefing you requested. It doesn't look good."
PF Iler took the briefing folder and opened it. It was pretty thick.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! I can't believe there are this many potential problems!", he said, reading the first report
"That's the situation, sir. Gambling, mistresses, weird sexual habits, expensive tastes. Half the defence ministry has potential security problems. We expanded too quickly for our own good."
The President For Life shook his head, as he sifted through the hefty pile of reports on various problems his administrative staff seemed to have.
"You're kidding", Kulinsky was pretty damn impressed. He chose his future residenture carefully, but they still managed to surprise him. And on the first recon, nonetheles.
"No, sir.", captain Potocka had little sense of humor in informal settings, but seemed to be able to change personalities on a whim, "He's a procurement assistant in their defence ministry. Has access to all the reports, evaluations and feasibility studies."
"What does he work for?", there were only three possible alternatives
"Money. His mistress has expensive tastes."
Kulinsky nodded. That kind was the easiest to manage.
"Mistress, you say? In this case, the Coilerburgians will figure it out pretty soon. Does he know who you are?"
"No,sir. He knows I'm intelligence, but never saw my real face, and doesn't know which country I'm from."
"Milk him for everything he's got."
"Yes, sir!"
The embassy wasn't ready yet, and this was a risky move. Still, the documents this agent had access to would prove invaluable.
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Coilerburg
"Mr. President, this is the security briefing you requested. It doesn't look good."
PF Iler took the briefing folder and opened it. It was pretty thick.
"Oh, for fuck's sake! I can't believe there are this many potential problems!", he said, reading the first report
"That's the situation, sir. Gambling, mistresses, weird sexual habits, expensive tastes. Half the defence ministry has potential security problems. We expanded too quickly for our own good."
The President For Life shook his head, as he sifted through the hefty pile of reports on various problems his administrative staff seemed to have.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
New Delphi, Alexandria
Representatives from both ProTec and the Incorporated Republic of Tonkin were told to be at the Iron General's administration building. After going through security checks, the men were led into a well apointed conference room adjoining a courtyard. The Iron General was waiting for them there.
"Ah, gentlemen welcome! It is good to see you came. As we have had such a good relationship over the years, I will not insult it by not getting to the point. First to Tonkin. Alexandria is not getting a big enough cut of profits from my mines. Now that Alexandria has blossomed into a full nation, it is time for us to renegotiate the contracts to reflect this. No one else would accept the rates you've been giving me. If you think this is being unfair, I'll nationalize the whole mining sector.
Now for my friends in ProTec. I am afraid your rates are too high as well. Not the same as you would charge any other nation. That has to change. Of course, the terms of the contract state I can not just cancel it. But I can give the police training assignment to someone else. Dark Liquid has been very interested.
Ah, here is lunch. Let us eat."
Representatives from both ProTec and the Incorporated Republic of Tonkin were told to be at the Iron General's administration building. After going through security checks, the men were led into a well apointed conference room adjoining a courtyard. The Iron General was waiting for them there.
"Ah, gentlemen welcome! It is good to see you came. As we have had such a good relationship over the years, I will not insult it by not getting to the point. First to Tonkin. Alexandria is not getting a big enough cut of profits from my mines. Now that Alexandria has blossomed into a full nation, it is time for us to renegotiate the contracts to reflect this. No one else would accept the rates you've been giving me. If you think this is being unfair, I'll nationalize the whole mining sector.
Now for my friends in ProTec. I am afraid your rates are too high as well. Not the same as you would charge any other nation. That has to change. Of course, the terms of the contract state I can not just cancel it. But I can give the police training assignment to someone else. Dark Liquid has been very interested.
Ah, here is lunch. Let us eat."