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-Cymiopolitan Embassy to Uboy- Dear Vasiliy Kalinin, Your nation’s interest in potentially fulfilling this contract has been noted. With the Cymiopolitan Space Force already fielding 4 Uboyets Yuri-class Superdreadnoughts, you’re definitely welcome in proposing a design for a new Assault Supercarrier that is fit for our defensive needs. Feel free to deliver your designs to the CSF HQ in Septininsular City on Callisto ([OOC] DM me on discord). It will be judged along with the designs from other space vessel manufacturers. -Alexios Melissinos, -Cymiopolitan Embassy to NIU- Dear Pietro Grimaldi, Your nation’s interest in potentially fulfilling this contract has been noted. With the North Italian Union being an esteemed Allie of the Most Serene Republic, you’re definitely welcome in proposing a design for a new Assault Supercarrier that is fit for our defensive needs. Feel free to deliver your designs to the CSF HQ in Septininsular City on Callisto ([OOC] DM me on discord). It will be judged along with the designs from other space vessel manufacturers. -Demetrios Ypsilantis, North italian union and Frellor |
Hi, everyone! What are we up to today? |
Just hanging out on Discord. Nothing much. Central Birdland, Blankenheim, and Miblicasnia |
Laughs in never disconnected so never had issues. |
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Please do not double-post. Just edit your previous post. Achipel and Conarcth |
Welcome to the NWI! Come say hi on our Discord Server (https://discord.gg/cmeQqND) and don't forget to Apply for Citizenship! Achipel, Karteria, North italian union, and Conarcth |
Office of Naval Intelligence, Szel Across from the Senate Building, the building that housed the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) was considered the second tallest building on the entire planet and it’s mere size and display reflected the organization it represented. Up until a few weeks ago, the place had been relatively quiet, keeping its eyes on potential threats. Now, it was in a constant flurry. With the assassination of Chancellor Shadow, and the attempted assassination of Chancellor Snow, ONI was now primarily focused on Kunkenga: what were their numbers, how many colonies, ships did they possess? Today, there was even more tension in the air. Leon Callger was enjoying his morning coffee in his cubicle when someone slapped the outside of said cubicle, almost making him spilling his cup. That someone happened to be his friend and partner Annjay . “Director wants to see us,” she said as she headed towards the elevator. Leon sighed as he put down his cup. “For once, can we just have a normal, quiet morning...?” He begrudgingly got up and went over to the elevator, where Annjay patiently held the door for him. The two of them couldn’t contrast more. Annjay looked all professional with her medium length brown hair and piercing green eyes, her suit crease free and fully buttoned while Leon’s black hair was all over the place and his suit was unbuttoned at the top. However, believe it or not, they were partners and they worked well together. “So, what’s this all about?” Leon asked. “No idea, apparently it’s for our ears only.” “Kunkenga I assume?” “Possibly.” “Great...I just love getting my hands dirty...” The elevator reached the top floor and when the doors opened, they were met with a much more calming atmosphere. It contrasted greatly with the fifth floor they were previously on, mostly because not many people came up here on a daily basis. The two of them made their way to the Director’s office, knocking gently before a curt voice replied, “Come in.” The director of Naval Intelligence was only in his mid-forties, younger than most of the senior agents in the agency. Still, he commanded an aura of respect and leadership, and respect was what he always got back. “Callger, Friwell, sorry to call you here on short notice.” “No problem sir,” Annjay said. “Has something come up?” “Indeed it has,” the Director said, pushing a folder towards them. Annjay picked it up and opened it. “We just got word this morning that a former soldier turned mercenary was given orders to investigate a possible lead into what is used in the Kunkengan’s special forces armor. Her name is Sinon Asada. She was supposed to report back but hasn’t within the last two days.” “Who would assign a mercenary to do something like that?” Leon asked. “That would be the Supreme Chancellor.” Both agents looked surprised by the answer. “It was her that asked us to look into it,” the director continued. “Her last transmission confirmed Asada was headed towards the planet of Sor, under Kunkengan control. We can’t confirm if she’s alive or dead so we’re sending you two in for extraction.” “She’s a skilled marksman and played a huge role in the Kapteyn War,” Annjay stated, looking through Asada’s file. “Indeed, and her resume as a mercenary is just as impressive, which makes me believe she’s still alive. That being said, the Minister of the Navy is raring to send in a couple of fleets to attack Sor, meaning we don’t have much time.” “How much time do we have?” Leon asked. “Twelve hours.” “Twelve-” Leon had to stop himself. “Sir, twelve hours isn’t enough time to search an entire planet-” “Twelve hours is all we got,” the director said, raising his voice slightly. “I’m asking you two because you’ve had worse odds stacked against you in the past.” “We can handle it sir,” Annjay said firmly. “Good. The Chancellor says Asada is a close friend so whether or not she’s alive, bring her back.” “Yes sir,” both agents said. |
Bright Days Ahead for the Pact? Fifty-two years ago, two nations stood together against a great threat, forming our glorious pact. Now, in the face of a changing world, our Pact remains strong, embracing its tradition, as a wave of cultural shifts flush over the country. The 2048 Presidential Elections proved to be extremely divisive, quite literally splitting the nation in half politically, as the United Pact candidate Thomas Reid faced off against the Workers Advocate candidate Roy Gordon. Candidate- and now President- Reid stood staunchly for the preservation of the nation's established culture and traditions, albeit with a shift away from the theocratic tendencies of old, lauded for saying "Frankly I don't give a damn what you do in your Igloo, but, before God, we need to keep him out of stately matters." The opposing candidate, Mr. Gordon, made great attempts to try using this to damage Reid, but it seemed to only sway the public in his favor- although the public remains largely religious. An explanation for this bizarre turn could possibly come from a selection of verses used as a slogan in recent years by reformist parties- "You shall appoint judges and officers in all your towns that the Lord your God is giving you, according to your tribes, and they shall judge the people with righteous judgment.” A clear call by the people for a government of the people, and for the people. In a brief acceptance speech today, Reid once again stated his intent to implement reforms, including listing off the ones that he would be making as soon as he stepped off the stage- a promise which he indeed made good on. Acceptance Speech ------------------------ Pings The Fairbanks Pact has reached out for diplomatic meetings with the following nations: NORTH AMERICA
South America Asia: That will be all for this broadcast, keep it tuned to Fairbanks News Network. |
Hyperspace “A Star Courier huh?” Leon asked while he and Annjay were in the cockpit, traveling through hyperspace. “I thought this line was discontinued.” “It was, this ship was modified heavily for ONI use,” Annjay said as she leaned back, keeping an eye on the monitors. “We should be at Sor in about ten minutes.” “Guess it’s time for us to work out a strategy,” Leon sighed as he got up. “Seriously, twelve hours to find a needle in a haystack. Aren’t we lucky?” “We know she was looking for one of the factories, so that at least gives us a lead.” “She’s lucky she’s cute...” “Ah yes, the only things keeping you motivated about this mission is that she’s one, a girl, and two, ‘cute’.” “You know me so well Ann,” Leon replied cheekily as he went back and at the areas along of weapons. “Let me guess: blend in with the locals, find some leads and when we find her, sh-t hits the fan?” “It’s worked before hasn’t it?” “My god, you really are developing a sense of humor.” “Enjoy it while you can.” A few minutes later one of the monitors started beeping, informing them they were approaching Sor. “Be ready to get the cloaking shield up as soon as we drop out,” Annjay told him. The ship soon dropped out of hyperspace and once space came back to them, Leon hit a switch as the ship soon faded out of existence. “See, that was easy.“ He looked out the window and his humor faltered. “That’s a lot of ships...” The Kunkengan fleet stationed here numbered at least twelve, a capable defense force. “They definitely want to keep this planet secure,” Annjay said as she turned to another monitor. “What are you doing?” “Sending a message to ONI. They need to be aware of the enemy presence here so they’re properly prepared.” “Right, gonna get real ugly soon...” The ship made its way past the fleet, seemingly invisible as it made its way to the planet’s surface. |
I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me in the ECC election. Even if I did run unopposed, I will not let you down. Keeping our Executive honest is such an important part of our government, and the ECC under my leadership shall do just that. Thanks again! |
Kiyomi: "Well I thank you for the advice, I do dread on what had happened to my mother as I have always wished to at least go somewhere with her, to enjoy time together," she replied with a brief moment of silence, "Anyways about the food produce, I believe 50 metric tones or more if you can is enough to lower food prices in Japan. And what sort of alliance would you wish to establish? Economic, military, or pretty much whatever you may think of." Kiyomi: "So, it is a weapon and a city? I mean I guess it takes manpower to run a weapon that can destroy a planets surface and I guess the people who live there are either workers who operate the super heavy starship and their families as well. I believe that your mindset is in the right direction, uniting people of different cultures and to not apart wars, as for the visit, perhaps tomorrow or on some other time. I don't think we should crunch the time today because after all we are going to Mito and that is further up North near Tokyo. So we have to catch a bullet train to Tokyo and then take a ride to Mito," she replied with her tail moving from one side to another as she sat down with her knees crossed under the kotatsu. |
Launch. - Tue, 07 May 2148 A few aircrafts were purchased from Tenko Aviations to start Japan's first initiatives in a space force and colonization. General of the Airforce Iwai Yurisa purchased 25 F-1248J and 25 Mitsubishi F-222A. She also hired astronauts of JAXA to fly these spacecrafts into space and begin to move materials from Earth to space in order to build a spaceship. Now why during this day? It was because it was the Celestial Empresses 18th birthday today! And no better way to surprise her majesty than to launch spacecrafts to space the very first time as well as start working on a new spaceship for Japanese colonization of the stars. |
Kiyomi: "Well it wouldn't hurt to have a few to defend ourselves in space, what are the price for it? Though I must say that JAXA has been training astronauts and Kemononauts. However we have a limited amount of persons in training." |
Kiyomi: "Oh really? I guess I don't need to pack a lot of medicine then, oh well better to be safe than sorry as always," she says as she left her luggage outside for the old wolf and crew of the spaceship to take it. Servant: "I do beg her celestial majesty's load of luggage, she is always cautious and. . ." he looks to Kiyomi and then to the crew, "She has a lot of clothes she brought with her, she just loves fashion and mostly clothes," he replied. Kiyomi: "Really? A short ride? Well might as well try to enjoy every bit of the moment," she replied, "Vice Chancellor it would be lovely for you to educate me on Kapteynian culture," she says with a smile on her face as her foxy tail wags in response to her emotions. |
“I’d be glad to show you. Oh, let me help with those.” Raphtalia had no trouble picking up two of the cases as she went inside the ship. “Tell me Kiyomi, have you had lunch yet? I guess I should ask what kinds of food do you prefer since many of the restaurants on Nubila have similar cuisine to that of Earth,” Lysithea asked. |
- NWI Department of Internal Affairs - After a 2 week submission period and 5 entries, voting has commenced on the NWI Colonial Flag Competition. Survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/KPZ5STB Twelve titans, Achipel, Central Birdland, Karteria, and 1 otherNorth italian union |
Guess who’s part of the 6 billion+ gang now? 😎 Twelve titans, Cymiopolis, Karteria, Blankenheim, and 3 othersNorth italian union, Frellor, and The kingdoms of austranisia |
You’re lucky I didn’t notice the CTE when I updated the map lol. Karteria, Frellor, and The great god helio |
Szel “There is one other thing I wish to speak to you about, Chancellor,” the VSI representative said. “I realize you are rather particular towards the Z-95 but-” “Yes, I realize it’s becoming an obsolete fighter with the V-Wing and ARC-170,” Lysithea said. “But it’s still a capable fighter.” “Yes, but we’ve come up a new fighter that improves on it but it still differs to the ARC-170 with its speed and agility.” He took out a holodisk and turned it on, projecting a unrecognizable fighter. “We are calling it the T-50. It shares some similarities to the Z-95, except in this case it has four laser cannons. On terms of firepower it matches up with the ARC-170.” “And still as nimble?” “Yes. The S-foils open up similarly to the ARC-170 to keep the engines cool. The structure is different, perhaps foreign to other designs we’ve made but...” “Does the Minister of the Navy approve?” “Yes. He believes once production begins, production of the Z-95s should come to an end.” Lysithea felt a pang of sadness. Her time as a pilot, the Z-95 had always been her ship and she still kept the one she had used all those years ago, with a few modifications. As much as she hated to admit it, it was long past due for the ship to be retired. “Very well, start production. How long will it take?” “We can have the first lime finished by end of the month.” |
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