Northern UtopiaBoard

Suspected terrorist fugitive James Kendrick, from AusValia, was apprehended earlier this morning by internal security forces while attempting to evade a peacekeeping checkpoint in the northern region of the Enclave. While the Department of Foreign Affairs is looking to reach out to AusValia diplomats to discuss the prisoners fate, the Federal Government has seen it fit to hand over the prisoner to the EDOD for “non-evasive interrogation”, citing concerns over possible threats to national security.

July 12th, 1971: somewhere in the far north of Dissopoloforia. A man wearing a long gown and a large crown on his head is sitting down in a chair, with a small boy in his lap. Despite the age difference, they have some similar facial features, such as their jet black hair, similarly dark eyes, and pale, almost ghost-like skin tone. The two are sitting in a tent on the top of a hill, the older man overlooking soldiers doing drill practice in the fields below while the little boy laughs hysterically at something his father just told him.
“Ahaha! You’re so funny daddy, tell me another story!” At this request, the man stroked his beard in thought for a moment.
“Well... what story do you want to hear?”
“Hmmm... how about the story about home?”
“Ah, that’s a good one, now let me remember...”

“Many years ago, in 1636, four men in the northern regions of Hungary were not happy with the current state of the Svarizian government they were living under; so they hopped on some boats and escaped to a place far to the south. They called this place Kkhano - the Svarizian word for scales, like balance, and there they set about creating a far better place than the one the had come from. Unfortunately, these four men soon fell out due to their different ideals, but one - our ancestor, Terrasov Mítlis - outsmarted them all, and he restored balance to Kkhano. After this, the Mítlis family continues to rule the region, even through a brief occupation by the Kingdom of Hungary; and as Mítlis had always done, it was Kkhano’s duty to maintain the balance in the region, whatever state it may be in. However as the rulers of Kkhano in the 1800s looked out at the world, they realised that not just northern Wasaru was out of balance, but the whole world was: troubles, torture, and terror wrecked every corner of the globe; and we wouldn’t stand for it. Kkhano set out to takeover as many places as they could to rectify the wrongs of every other nation: however they couldn’t see what we could and around a century later, the nations who hadn’t been cured of their wrongdoings formed a coalition and drove us away, putting the world back where it was before. We would not bow down to this however, and we ran away first to Jadefall, then to northern Dissopoloforia to hide from the rest of the world, so they wouldn’t attempt to crush us before we could fix them again. As we left Jadefall, we took some of their best soldiers as a... parting gift, and they were made to have families that too would grow up to be soldiers: we gave these people a home they wouldn’t have otherwise, in return for them loyally serving in the new Kkhanoese army as born and bred soldiers. And that:” he pauses to tap his child on the nose, who up until this point has been staring at him in admiration “is the story of our home”
“Wooooow... but, why are we in charge?”
“Ah, you see, that’s something Mítlis had that everyone forgets about - or chooses to ignore, perhaps. Sure, he was smart and devious and a brilliant strategist; but he had a more... unorthodox power. He could use the energy from specific, unknown power sources to convert energy from his mind into different kinds of what would normally be referred to as spells, but it would be more accurate to call them mind-beams: or scientifically, Zodiac Energy. The Mítlis family has this power, up until the war of the Third Coalition, when the object used to control it was stolen from us by the king of Svalbard, Yggdrasil Hakoen. For our family to regain this power, we must regain this item - and reopen the sources of power for this energy, which have been closed for over a century now out of fear”
“Amazing... I’m gonna do that dad, I’m gonna restore Kkhano and our own power!”
“Hehehe, I’m sure you would, if I didn’t do it first ahahahaha!”
“Ahahahahahahaha...”

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Present day, almost the exact same location, in a similar tent
“Hah... hmm, perhaps that day may actually come sooner than we thought” A now middle aged man was sitting in a makeshift ‘throne’ overlooking the same hill he had been almost 50 years ago; with a distinct lack of his father’s lap to sit on. He was now sat tightly in the chair, gripping viciously on the arm rests. He sensed something... many things, actually. A conflict between some extraterrestrial powers, millions of voices crying out for help suddenly being cut short, people of power feeling insecure and unprepared... all this and more told him one thing: “The world’s balance is falling apart, our time to rise again will soon be here” Was what he said to... absolutely no one, because he was sitting in a private tent on top of a hill where no one else could possibly here him. Realising this, he scoffed at himself. “Well, I certainly do a good job at sounding melodramatic, should be good at scaring other people then.”
“Anyway:” He said while getting up, picking up some kind of radio transmitter in the process “if that’s the case then I should probably start acting on that intelligence our spies have brought us for the past, what, 80 years? Yeah, should be good. Ah good, she picked up”
On the other side of the transmitter, an exceedingly tall woman with long blond hair picked up on the other end of the line. Her enormous black overcoat with a Kkhanoese scale pinned on to the upper left corner signified her as a commanding officer - and a high ranked one at that. When she picked up the transmission, her voice had a slight hint of annoyance in it, and an even greater hint of malevolence
“Who is it? it better be good because you disrupted the 10th division’s training session.”
“Settle down there Lily, we don’t all like high strung ladies you know?”
“Ugh, if this is another prank call Ladislaus, there’ll be hell to pay”
“Oh no, quite the opposite in fact, this is a call of utmost importance!”
“Then what’s it about?”
“I’ve decided to put you in charge!”
“...this is a prank call isn’t it?”
“No no, I mean it! Well, it won’t be a permanent arrangement, let’s just say I’m taking a... vacation... somewhere, the details aren’t important. Anyway, I need someone to run things while I’m not here; and you know you, you’re strict, efficient, scary, tall, loyal to the cause, all the good things, so I thought who better to be temporary first in command than you?”
“Well... if you say so then, I’ll get to it”
“Excellent! You do that, I’ll do whatever I’m doing, and you’ll wait for me to come back: all’s good!”
At that, both parties turned of their transmitters and went back to what they were doing: Lily returned to drilling, whilst Ladislaus packed for his trip, then went to his private helicopter
As he stepped inside, the pilot leaned back and asked him an obvious question:
“Where to, boss?”
“Svalbard; go over the north side, there’s a smaller military presence there and it’s got want we want”
“I’ll just get to it and not ask why you want to go there”
“Heh, you know me so well already - then again, most do, or they don’t end up being on this mortal plane for too long”

The Denmarkian News

Local elections

OOC; I started the elections sometime ago, but honestly just put it on ice for a while because of being unmotivated, but this time I’ll make sure I finish it.

Today the Denmarkians, no matter their race, the colour of their skin, or background, be voting for their Mayor who will represent them on the municipality level, the first states to have opened the gates for voting are as follows; København, Ringsted, Aabenraa, Odense, Aalborg, Svendborg, and Ny Gabborg.

Whilst the listed states have already made their preparations, many others are in the process of making sure that everything will go as smoothly and safely as according to the rules, which is something of utmost importance in such a situation. While speculation is currently low in this level of voting, many experts have expected that it won’t be as easy for the People’s Voice to take a majority in the municipality level, which is one of many new worries for the current government, as early polling results have shown a majority would seriously take some luck, if not a miracle, with the number of new parties racing to enter the political scene.

Whilst the political terrain is shifting, support for the ruling government has yet to be seen wavering, as its party leader, Mikkel Hansen, is as popular, if not more, when he entered his second term. Only time will tell if a third term is possible in such conditions as these.

OOC; Well, at least I’ve kicked the tin-can further down the road, hope this wasn’t too badly made.

((OOC: What up? I'm back!))

Branchland Radio

J: HEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOO BT LISTENERS! Its me your favorite host, Jonathan, and my cute co-host Maria! (M: "Don't call me cute") See what I mean? Now here's the new news, the Birch and Oak clans seemingly had enough of each other and now a whole new turf war has begun! And it is pure chaos! Explosives and bullets flying everywhere, ans it just makes it extra beautiful that these two clans are the Vehichles specialist! There are races and gunfights everywhere between the two largest clans, and mercenaries from other clans have begun to join both sides.

M: "And in other news, the robot project from a few months ago has given great results, already we have met multiple factions, although from recordings some of the interactions weren't all positive. The Junglewood Clan has stated that in two nations our machines where met with hostile force, while in others it seems like they are almost ignored. More news will come about when contacts have been made."

In other Nations

The machines continued to march, coming out of different biomes depending on the terrain and nation. They all split up to continue with their exploration and contact protocal.

Nations being met: The Soviet state of Svalbard, Nordic democratic republic, North Electrica, Feng Dynasty, Of denmarkia, AusValia

Royal Garden Hotel, Outskirts of Neo Neo Neo Jhanthu, Kjanu.
Rosie's body ached from the oddly cold night winds, forgoing the trams to trudge her way in a vain effort of stowing the unease... she'd seen these streets before, blasted and bare of life; her memories at odds with the pristine facade rapidly assembled for the 'new' Jhanthu, sterile as the rest of the damned country.
Her destination finally in sight, the closing few steps towards a transparent glass front of an old stone building, devilishly restructured to look like a colonial manor with all its gargoyles and stone-faced totems intact.
The seamless doors slid open, almost immediately the pink-haired receptionist stood up from behind her minimalist white desk and briskly walked to Rosie's side, taking the heavy travel suitcase in hand with a wide and fake smile as she motioned to the elevator, "Your room is all ready miss!... second floor, can't miss it."
Rosie had barely begun to approach before the polished metal entrance slide open silently, causing a mild hesitation before stepping into the varnished wood interior, the doors clasping shut behind as it descended rapidly without prompt...
When it finally opened again, the harsh scent of recirculated air bombarded Rosie, clacks and clattering of metal on metal echoed down the concrete corridor as a young man in dull gray fatigues stormed up and shoved a cardboard folder into Rosie's hands, "This is all we got, things just got big..." he stated sharply before marching off through the corridor towards the distant sound of militant preparation.
With one path ahead, her thoughts soured; "...goddess damned piece of..." echoing through her mind as she opened up the folder, black and white photographs plastered the interior, grainy and hazy but the unmistakable gaunt figure of something humanoid stood against the distant flames of what was once a town.
A glimpse through the bulkhead door at the end of the corridor was a young woman loading magazines with vigorous purpose, with a storm of muttered profanity Rosie murdered a; "Something big indeed." before clasping the folder shut and throwing it to the floor.

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor wrote:

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Entering Miotian Waters, Aboard Experimental Transport Cesarski Helicopter Freysil
June 4th, 2020 6:00 am
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As the sun rises from the Eastern sea, casting the Miotian skies with a brilliant red glimmer, the subtle yet present sounds of slicing rotors can be vaguely heard from an unknown source. No shadows are present to expose its identity, however; a slight distortion in the morning sky can still be observed moving across the horizon towards the United Kingdom. It is as if light itself is being manipulated to slide off the sleek exterior of the unknown source by some sort of meta-material, creating a sort of optical camouflage as the foreign object continues its course.

"Thirty minutes till we arrive in the target city." announced the pilot of the Freysil.

Two unknown voices can then be heard from the back having a heated argument. One voice seemingly stemming from a young adolescence figure and the other from an older foreigner both wearing a sparrow insignia on their lapel.

"You sure we should be flying within the vicinities of the RIAS space elevator?"

"What? Would you rather fly over the chaotic zkylinez of Kjanu? Even with advance camouflage, luck will ztill be a large dependent factor if we chose that unztable path, I would rather not rizk our tezt flight to zome lucky zhrapnel or zhell. Pluz, I'm confident in this technology and thiz iz a good and zafe way to tezt it, we zhould pazz undetected."

"I do not understand why we must depart as well, the 12th and members of the 10th could've easily handled this themselves..."

"I know you are anxiouz to return, be patient, the pie will tazte better if you let it cool. It iz bezt to zee one'z own plan flourizh in order to azcertain itz zuccezz, we muzt make certain thiz looze end iz tied properly before the exchange. Pluz, the 10th have already infiltrated the preparation ztaff there lazt night and 'prepared' the area quite well for the upcoming event. All we have to do is watch and enjoy the entertainment, not bad huh?"

"Fine, I'll bring the popcorn. Good lord fix up your accent, it's like talking to an alien with you."

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Edokyuuria Citadel Square, Secluded section of the crowded viewing area
June 4th, 2020 12:40 am

A humanoid figure can be seen shimmering in and out of sight, his or her figure seemingly invisible as their body drifts in and out of view like a distortion created from heat. The figure moves quickly into position unnoticed via sight or sound, this thanks to Mashiro's loud speech being projected all throughout the square, even stress scanners from the ATHENA system have failed to determine the Health data of this unknown figure, making it no exaggeration to call him or her a living ghost. As the thunderous speech goes on, the figure can be seen crouching behind an empty row and... laughing? No, perhaps withering in pure utter rage... Or perhaps, maybe even been both, it is quite hard to tell with the figure seemingly transparent with light sliding off the cloak which fully covers the figure. Suddenly, deep breathes can be heard from the figure as he or she readies and assembles a weapon of unknown calibre hidden under the cloak, however; the sound of which is all still being masked by the raging speech. After attaching the scope, the tip of the barrel can be visibly observed as it leaves the protection of the cloak pointing steadily and directly at Mashiro's head before shouting his or her first words since entering the Citadel.

"1984 never forget!"

As the phrase rang out, echoing through the square, soundly revealing the general position of the unknown figure; another deep breath can be heard and then...
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Edokyuuria Citadel Square, Amidst the crowd in the viewing area
June 4th, 2020 12:37 am

Two unknown figures can be seen sitting amongst the crowd in broad daylight, one offering popcorn to those sitting next to him and the other has their attention fully immersed on the speech, or more so, the podium housing a certain majesty which is behind the person making the speech. Both of these two figures seems to be wearing an odd sparrow insignia, this fashion choice was seemingly reflected in some of the audience within the crowd. As time ticks on a voice can be heard.

"Are the otherz ready for extraction? It iz almozt time... good lord, why the hell did they chooze to hozt thiz outdoorz during zummer?! The temperature iz terrible and itz like playing minezweeper when choozing a zeat with all theze zeagullz flying around." The focused individual asked.

"Yeah *munch munch* they should be ready *munch munch munch*. Just waiting for the signal *munch munch munch munch*." Replied the unknown figure finishing up his popcorn.

"Could you not talk with food in your mouth? Young people theze dayz have no mannerz." The first individual retorted as he places his feet on the row of chairs infront of him.

"I guezz it iz time, the zpeech is getting boring, let'z bring zome excitement to thiz boring atmozphere, let the symphony of change play to a new dawn! Nov Oridinis!" The first individual continued as he clicks a button hidden underneath his lapel.

From a distance, the speaker can be heard wrapping up her speech as the phrase "...is the main goal of the Moeist Democratic Union of Cando-" can be heard before being violently cut off by...
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Edokyuuria Citadel Square, Secluded section of the crowded viewing area
June 4th, 2020 12:40 am

'BOOM BOOM BWAM CLACK'

An explosion, born completely out of nowhere, engulfed the podium holding the Imperatrix and her group, killing them instantly as rubble tumbled throughout the stage like the drumming of a percussion instrument.

'BANG'

The sound of a non-silenced rifle can be heard bouncing throughout the sqaure, acting as the chorus to the unexpected tune of the explosion, harmonizing in an oddly horrifying and chaotic orchestration. However, a slight tune feels off and uncoordinated as the unexpected explosion and the scale of the blast ended up affecting the unknown figure's aim, causing him or her to miss Mashiro's head but instead, land a shot around the appendix area.

'THUMP'

The sound echoed as the chaotic orchestra draws its last chord. The sound, resulting from a body of a once prominent leader of an up and coming super power finally collapsing to the dark pressures that have haunted her for ages, spells the end of pacifist rule and bringing upon a new chapter for the United Kingdom and its subject. A new season, per se, of never ending hate.

As the conductor lays down his baton, cheers, caremes, and claps replaced by jeers, screams, and collapse. The unknown figure can be seen disassembling his gun before making his escape away from the panicked horde, hidden by his cloak marked with the word Cersarski, and vanished into the afternoon light.

New Republic of Frontera wrote:

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June 4th, 2020, 12:40pm, United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor?, Edokyuuria, Haruhabara, Stand Alone News Haruhabara Office
Rather than an actual office, it’s just a cheap apartment rent by the company.
Journalist Kana Ichihara walks through the cramped hallway to get her way to the kitchen. The new office was still filled with boxes and unpacked equipment. Blaney Mikel, a Serpentuem immigrant who was hired by the company a month ago, was assigned here. There were only the two of them. Blaney does most of the unpacking and cleaning most of the time if not all of the time.
Blaney is usually seen at the lobby area where he sets up the equipment provided by the headquarters. However today was different.
Filling a few more named cups of coffee and placing them on the table with empty seats.
“Is there something wrong?”
Kana asked through the kitchen, where he saw Blaney poke his head out of the window.
“There’s something going on up there, Kana.”
“The debate?”
“Well, technically yes… but I don’t think it is simply just that.”
Black smoke could be seen rising at the top of the Edokyuuria arcology, the capitol building.

June 4th, 2020, 12:45pm, United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor?, Edokyuuria crater, Akademie-Stadt II, Wcdonald’s
“I can’t believe you finished eating your 3rd big wac, Tatiana.”
“Is it wrong to do so, father?”
“It’s fine.”
Retired veteran Graf Hawk and his adoptive daughter Tatiana Hawk are currently having lunch unaware of the events that happened minutes ago. Tatiana was discharged from hospital a month ago. She suffered from the loss of memory after a certain event happened in Hong Kong. Although it is probably better this way, which allowed her to live a normal life.
She somehow developed an introverted personality. Which was quite troublesome when they were applying for schools.
At the corner of the restaurant, Graf has taken notice of a person dressed in a blacksuit looking at them the whole time. It was strange to see someone dressed so formal to be in a fast food restaurant in the first place, it just stands out.
Graf told Tatiana he was going to the washroom, and walked toward the man in the suit looking at them.
“Do I know you, sir?”
Graf asked with suspicion. Instead of replying, the man just handed him a note with the seal of the Hirosei clan, the Voluntas corporation, and lastly, a seal of an owl.
“Who-”
Before Graf could finish his sentence, the screen on the television switched to emergency broadcast.
“Take her with you, and go.”
The man in suit gave Graf a pistol only moments before a group of hooded individuals stormed the fast food restaurant.
A few of the customers who turned out to be undercover agents of the CIA started to exchange fire with the armed group as Graf ran to grab Tatiana’s hand. It was cold, unlike her previous self, she was in shock and scared.
They quickly retreated to the kitchen as the sound of ATHENA stress level contamination alarm rings in the area.
“You got a call, father.”
Tatiana who had his phone in her hand showed Graf the incoming call from officer Lionheart.
“Huh?”
Graf picked up the phone despite the gun fire outside.
“Where? Minervaindexca? Now?”

June 4th 4:20pm, Miotian Imperial Times
At approximately today at 12:40pm, a terrorist attack was carried out at the Citadel of the Edokyuuria Arcology.
The attack took place during the political debate, it has been reported more than 100 people injured and 40 dead. Including Chancellor candidates, parliament members and other government officials. It also has been reported her highness Yoshika Kurumi has passed away shortly after she was sent to the hospital.

Additionally,
After the careful consideration of such attacks occurring under the athena system, the Public health security has been deemed insufficient. As part of this decision, the following units has been mobilized: Northern United Royal Army, 1st division 1st infantry regiment, 5th infantry regiment, 6th infantry regiment, 2nd artillery regiment, 1st and 2nd armored battalion….
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However since the revision of the Twin Kingdom Constitution by the Mashiro administration, all provision of martial law has been dropped by legal code...

Hall of Irene, Atop of the Hall...
The long beard bothered Perry, gazing down at his reflection in the small mirror as he vainly tried to make himself look less haggard while the interior of the enormous aerostat shifted suddenly and violently.
By the time the heavy cargo ramp slid open with a pressurized hiss, he had resigned to appearance and the inevitable mockery that the admiral was likely to pile upon him... with a dutiful poise he released his restraints and marched out to the roof of the indomitable hall.
Black dress and petticoat billowing in the wind, engines of the Empress of Hatred still burning loudly to keep the winds from pulling the vessel free from its moorings, Perry was quite sure there was some mild amusement from the stationed guards but embraced it with prideful march down the metal grate stairs and to the small concrete protrusion that housed the elevators.
Motioning down to the operator while massaging his ears, musing to himself "Should of asked those thanedom boys if they had a razor... oh well." while the incredibly bored young woman seemed utterly disinterested.
Eventually, the doors opened up to the marble-lined hall, the decadent scarlet tapestries slung above hand-crafted wooden furniture, all leading to the pair of imposing doors before the, somewhat pretentiously named to Perry, chamber of rule...
Brushing his beard back, straightening the dress out finally pushing open the doors to be greeted by the sight of a dozen scandalously dressed women surrounding a couch as the decadently overdressed Irene ate from a small bowl of fruit.
Admiral Natiliae sat at the table with a pile of photographs being perused, she looked up at Perry and her tired, frustrated face illuminated in a lough uproar; "Where in the nine hells have you been?" she shouted, following with a loudly inquisitorial; "Rest of the damn world is losing its mind and you're... where were you?"
"Vacation in the finest facilities the SDII could afford..." he replied, pulling out a seat and lazing across it with crossed legs, "You look like hell yourself, what's the picture?"
The admiral leaned her chair back, replying with an exasperated sigh; "Up north seems to be preparing for the annual civil war while extremists seem to be getting increasingly well armed."
"Seems a bit outside your..." came Perry's curious response, cut short as he looked about the room; "Where's Lia at?"
Natiliae's response was a blunt, "Seance."
"And Serena?"
"Off doing whatever it is she does in Aleria..."
"Ralph?"
"I shot him."
The procession of responses left Perry scratching the back of his head, "So it's... just you and me on deck for this huh?" he concluded, "Well that's... I was hoping to get home for a bit."
Natiliae met Perry's gaze before closing up one of the many folders scattered in front of her, "Look I've been holding the fort for months now, take a few days, set things straight with Matt and just..." her voice losing much of its strength towards the end, "Don't get yourself killed alright?... the JPD is going to be needed in all forms as this kicks off."
Perry smiled softly, "I didn't plan on the vacation but..." he replied as he stood up, offering a wave in the direction of the distracted Irene; "Same goes back to you, admiral... I'll keep it short."
The scarred admiral waved him off as she rose to her feet, "Alright get going; I've got like six thousand forms to go through and a million reports about a town exploding."
"Town exploding?" a curious voice interjected, followed by the clattering of a metal spoon on glass as the dark haired woman looked over the back of the dark crimson couch, "When was this?"
Perry offered the woman a parting wave as he walked back down the hall towards the elevator, calling back with a, "I'll see you around, Irene."
Irene waved in return before facing the admiral, "Oh... when did he get back Nattie?"
"Just then..."
"Does that mean Ralph is going to turn up again soon?"
Natiliae's expression immediately soured, "Oh I certainly hope not..."

Venturer II, Naheed

The planet loomed ahead. Nearly as wide as Utopia, and rather less explored. This was the last real phase of the mission- the first flyby had been distant, allowing it to serve as an opportunity for mapping. This one was the real deal- all five probes destined for the world the Meridites called Naheed would enter the atmosphere now, and the three relays orbiting the planet would allow for continued data recovery.

But that didn't really matter to the crew. Sure, that was what they were here for... but the yellow-green globe was beautiful. Layers on layers of clouds, an occasional might-be-imagined glimpse at the surface far below, perhaps even a glint from one of the several satellites in orbit. They were lucky the Venturer-II had been given a little windowed dome to look through on the last refit.

Technological Breakthroughs

Exoskeleton Race

The EPA and EPS

Currently a new standard has been set for Exoskeletal construction. The EPA, or Exoskeletal Powered Amor, is a military variant of this basic structure, as it seems to have more systems for the wearer and more plating to protect the soldiers body. While the EPS, or Exoskeletal Powered Suit, has a more civil and Industrial style to it, it holds a lot of machinery, systems, and less plating, and also comes with an in built helmet.

Currently three companies are in the Dace to develope the best and latest Exoskeleton's: Arc Industries, Sparrowhawk Inc., and Blue Star Corp. And they are all confident in their designs, all coming to the table with something unique.

Arc Industries has focused on developing Industrial and Civil Exoskeletons, their designs are either more sleek and try to form with the body, and it mainly focuses of enhancing the strength, speed, and jump of the wearer. Currently it has a built in helmet for worker protection, body, arm, and leg protection, with internal systems under the plating to help with movement. Beneath it all is a undersuit that helps with temperature regulation. It is also using a prototype "Shielding" technology which is supposed to protect the wearer from debris and other physical dangers.

Sparrowhawk Inc. has decided to continue with their legacy of developing much of the Electran Armed Forces with weapons and equipment. Most notable being the widely used Sparrowhawk VTOL chopper. Now with their design they have gone in a lot more bulky path, large amounts of armor, a specially designed undersuit meant to assist in joint-body protection. And a helmet covering the head, using external camera's for sight. Not only this its built in with a temperature regulation system, and along with their sight being with cameras, the screen they see through is also a computer they can detect heat signatures, allowing the wearer to have a sort of Live Radar to detect enemies. Also to add to its list of abilities, Sparrowhawk corp has also given the mech a VTOL ability, adding to it's size and bulk.

Blue Star Corp. has decided to go all out with their design, taking the EPA and changing it drastically. Now it fits more like regular armor, but underneath is an assortment of machinery that enhances the speed, strength, agility, and other things of the wearer, they have a specially designed helmet that uses the Famous HUD system, using similar technology that Sparrowhawk Inc. is using in there design there id a radar dish, but supposedly it has a way to tell if someone is a friend or foe. Along with this it also apparently has an accurate crosshair system in the HUD, which is supposed to show where the soldier is aiming their weapon while their not specifically aiming. Although they have had to make an weapon attachment for this to work.

Other than this wearers of the armor has shown to have great agility, and in the hands of skilled soldiers, there are videos of them jumping around the simulated environment, doing long wall runs, and more stuff that should only come from video games.

Some believe that Arc Industries is late to the party for military EPA, but they have proven many times that they are capable of creating things quickly and effectively. So only time will tell.

EIAWS

EIAWS, or the Exoskeleton Interchangeable Arm Weapons System, has been developed by the government funded: Castle Arms. They have created what appears to be a weapon system that will be used in military EPA's. It is planned that the device will be built onto the arm part of the Exoskeleton, along with braces on the shoulder to prevent pain and injuries, and different weapons can be attached to said device.

Currently two weapons have been ceated. They Heavy Kinetic Gun (.50 Cal on Steroids), which fires a large and powerful round at extremely high speeds, and the Thundershock Cannon (Grenade launcher that shoots in a straight line). It is predicted that the current companies in the race, and future companies and government organizations (along with the military and navy) will also begin to develop weapons and other devices for the EPA and EPS.

The God Project

The God Project has been announced the the public. A complete government project kept in the dark from the populace for years now comes to light, showing off their work. The God Mech, 20 feet tall, armed with a massive double barrel cannon, shoulder missile pods, and other tools and weapons. The information told goes as follows "Right now the God Mechs are planned to be used by military aid groups, deployed here at home and sometimes in other nations. The weaponized Gods are to be going through even more test than the Aid Gods, and once it is fully developed a series of of missions will be crested for testing."

Many are wondering what this could mean for the future, as now the civilian populace and the military are beginning to have access to advance mechanical equipment that could both lead to a bright or bloody future. Only time will tell.

OOC: Hello! I've played NS before but here I am with Railache, a relatively small, but modern, democratic, and innovative. The population is moderately conservative, but personal, economic, and political freedoms are quite high. The military is not fully comprehensive, but nonetheless well trained and active. A diverse economy, relatively temperate climate, a welcoming population, strong public services, and a keen regard for international institutions make Railache a good country for business.

I will attach an overview here, and hope to have good RP with you all soon!
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The Wreckage

High Utopian Orbit, Electro Station

Repair Team POV

A small team of astronauts floated in the void of space, using powered screwdrivers to repair the damaged side of the main part of the station, a recent meteor shower had happened and damaged the side of the station, so to avoid having to request for a new set of supplies, the commander has them put a metallic band aid on the side of the station.

Astronaut 1: "Everything going well over there?" He says this, wearing the new ASOS astronaut suit. On his arm there were 3 Blue stripes lined in gold, signifying commander.

Astronaut 2: "Seems to be doing well Commander. Just need to get a few more screws in and we'll be golden." She says this while working with a power drill, her suit had an Orange stripe, meaning Engineer. Besides her two others standing nearby, a single black stripe on their arm "Private" rank.

Above them was two other astronauts. One of them had a purple Stirp with a triangular beaker symbol, and was working on some internal systems while it was connected to a pad, while the second was watching the whole process while doing a flip from time to time. On his arm two Silver strips with crossed wings under them, signifying Pilot.

Astronaut 3: "Rodriguez, can you please take this more seriously?" The man says in a accented voice, he was irritable with the pilots behavior. "We need to get these systems back online before the repairs are finished!"

Rodriguez: "Well sorry I'm just taking in the sights and taking full advantage of space! It's not everyday you get you come out here."

Astronaut 3: "Actually, I do, and you get use to it." He gestures around. "Is an endless void with small lights and the occasional colors. Not easy to get attached."

Rodriguez: "Alright Dr. Pessimist."

Astronaut 1: "Come on Rodriguez, the sooner we finish this job the better. I have a bad feeling about something."

Astronaut 5: "Oh here we go." There was a deep male voice, he wore what seemed to be a more sleek version of the ASOS, on his arm was the green symbol of Special Forces.

Below him was two other workers, both female, one was applying some bolts to the station while nearby the other was decked in ASHOS, currently carrying most of the tools.

Astronaut 6: "Don't hate on the Captain's superstition. He hasn't been wrong before." She says this, all knowing it true, as he was the one who ordered his team inside the station before the meteor shower could do any harm to them.

Astronaut 7: "Yeah well that might be true, there's no use in announcing it almost every hour." She says this walking up the side of the station to hand her companion some more tools, her strong magnetic clamps keeping her attached.

Their leader shakes his head at their banter but smiled, as this would be his last mission before his retirement. He looked out into the expanse, knowing internally he was going to miss the view of the stars, but at least he could take it in here and now. Plus, he had children back home waiting for him, he couldn't stay away for this long. That's when Rodriguez noticed something in the void, a form or structure drifting slowly past the station, he decided to notify his leader.

Rodriguez: "Sir there something out there. Tell me you see it too." His team all looked out and after a second they could make out the drifting object.

Astronaut 1: "Whatever it is it's not one of ours, get back inside the station. I'll report to the General."

And with this order, the crew entered the station, the Drifter continued to slowly move. Once inside the airlock and oxygen filled the room, they all took of their helmets, all of varying ages. 4 men 3 women.

Afterwards they entered into the busy hallways of Electro Station, astronauts, soldiers, scientists, and more floated through the halls to carry out their task. While the rest of the crew went to take off their suits, their Captain headed to the command center of the station. Where the General was giving overseeing the Ascension Project.

General: "I want resources to be diverted to finishing necessary systems, also the engines we need great an updated version of does to to advancements in technology. I want information of the VTOL process." He then stops as he sees the Captain approach him, the two exchange salutes before speaking. "Captain, I hope the repair went well?"

Captain: "Yes sir, the outside armor has been patched up, internal systems will be in working order in a few minutes."

General: "Good, anything else?'

Captain: "Yes, while we was out there, we noticed something drifting in the distance. We believe it's a Wreckage of a ship or station, to big for a satellite or probe." The General considers the mans words, some of the other workers and operators nearby looked over. After some thinking he responded.

General: "This is concerning news. Whatever is out there is a potential threat to this station, the fleet, and everyone here. We'll send a team."

Captain: "How about mine, we are still ready to head out."

General: "You looking to add another mission to your belt before retirement Captain?" He says with smirk.

Captain: "Maybe. I'll get my team ready, if you choose us."

General: "You already know the answer." And with a nod the Captain walked out of the Command Center, and went off to collect his crew, the General looked out to space wondering what will happen next.

Abdication

With the recent attack on Thanedom soil and the death of Vladimir being revealed to the public, as well as the injuries sustained by High Thane Jon the Third, hes has decided to abdicate his throne. Such a thing is seen as honorable by many in the Thanedom, proof he is willing to give someone stronger a chance. He also has made it known a Kostov will not be replacing him, allowing the parliament to vote in a new clan for the first time in decades. With these news, the Thanedom has entered a period of isolation from the rest of the world, in hopes of keeping their culture intact as they decide whats best for them and not whats best for their allies. During this small trek of isolation, all representatives have been sent to their home country and all political figures are to remain in the Thanedom, so votes remain entirely for the Thanedom's betterment.

Venturer-III, Bahram

The mission was really starting now. The orange world loomed ahead, its sands shining beneath the thin atmosphere. Their hydrolox rockets would kick in any second now to begin braking for orbit, and then would come the work- making sure the station's tanks were clean, setting up the furniture, and assembling an entire damn centrifuge. In the meantime, though... the planet was beautiful. A light shone near it- maybe a ship from some other nation, burning into orbit as well? They probably would never know. Whatever.

Pineapple Daily
New Republic of Frontera Forced Reforms
Corruption has been outlawed in Frontera this morning. Which has lead to the arrest of several to dozens of Fronteran politicians. As currently being a vassal state, creational drugs are now illegal within the Republic. alcohol is now prohibited within government institutions.
All national funding for printing white flags has been cut, these budgets are now directly to producing military uniforms for the future Fronteran army.
The United Kingdom has funded to build four more military academies within Frontera. Instructors from the United Kingdom are temporarily transferred to train the local Fronteran defense force.
Underwater city Sitanlta has been under lockdown, with the URN first fleet being resupplied.
All personnel of the Yotsubishi Corporation 8th branch has been brought in the question of the illegal production and deployment of Aragami in Fronteran soil.

2020/6/4 Attack Aftermath
Additionally, Edokyuuria's curfew has been lifted as civilians return to their usual daily routine.
23 are still missing in the aftermath of the attack days ago. That includes Mashiro Fuyuki.
With the executive and monarchical branch of the government being incapable to operate, Nick Heller Chief of the army has been placed as the deputy head of state.
More than half of the candidates has passed away during this attack.
Whether or not the 2020 election will take place is not know.

The Imperatix's funeral will be held in Kanatoro's Imperial palace on the 30th.

The Edokyuuria military government has given the Kjanu state 870 billion Rias for disaster relief and help the reconstruction of Kin. Which did further strain on the development of Primordial Tiamat
On the other hand, the public has also organized a public fund to help rebuild the city of Kin in Kjanu.

Kjanu wrote:

The Etsuyoki Times

The Kjanuan National Council has returned early from it's recess following the sudden meteorite impact on Kin. The meteor that destroyed the city had previously been undetected by Kjanuan astronomers and impacted the downtown area of Kin two weeks ago. The Government had been in a period of recess and has since restarted sessions. President Karugama has announced a multi-trillion Rias reconstruction plan to rebuild the city that has garnered support from the KSP and DSPK, and has responded to the military action undertaken by the United Kingdom, saying "While the use of military force in Frontera is a regrettable act to many Kjanuans, we stand with our fellow states in the UK and will be helping all we can following the violence that has occurred in Edokyuuria. Kjanu disagrees with the mobilization of armed forces, but it is not our place to respond. We may be split by old nationalities, but we all stand together united as one."

The Perpetual Council of Tiamat has argued that none of their 820 drones within the inner asteroid belt of the Helios system has not received any anomalous movement of asteroids.
Additionally, neither Haruna-4, Hiei-1, Kongo-3, Kirishima-2, Kirishima-3 combat satellites, and the Rias International Space Elevator(RISE) Galaxy Express Terminal in orbit of Utopia, above Wasaru did detect any meteorite. This has raised questions about how the city of Kin was actually destroyed.
However, multiple civilian footages taken from Express No.234 from RISE Terminal to Tiamat did show that a spark of light could be seen at the moment before Kin vaporized.
Tiamat suspects the Kjanuan government was testing a prototype of weapon of mass destruction on the city.
The Perpetual Council of Tiamat warns Edokyuuria and the world of possible Kjanuan conspiracy.

(Well, hoi there. I’ve been busy with school, which is a hellhole at this point, but I’ve endured! >:3 So I’ll be back now with my roleplay and stuff. Fengese Palace dramas are back!)

Previously

Feng Dynasty wrote:

A Game of Grace: First Impressions

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Jinyuan's New Chambers

"Your chambers, my lady." A servant told.
In another part of the vast Palace expanse, as the Empress welcomed the US diplomats, Jinyuan was led to her suite of chambers within the Changchun Palace (长春宫), the Palace of Everlasting Spring, one of the many smaller Palatial courtyards within the vast Yongan Palace built solely for the residence of those in the Ensemble. The room that met Jinyuan's eyes was the Drawing Chamber, the first room one would enter. There was a small throne-like chair at one end, and several more chairs at the sides as well as large turquoise censer in the center. There were tables with vases and jade ornaments, as well as carved wooden screens.
"A room apt for my lady." Hupo (琥珀) told. She was Jinyuan's closest attendant, accompanying her mistress from the Luo family estate until she was called back for urgent matters.

"Indeed" Jinyuan said. "Her Grace has done much labor on this maiden of a humble house. Do send my gracious thanks to the Empress, this would do more than well."

"I shall, my lady." The servant bowed. "The Empress invites all in the Ensemble to dine in the Baolien Hall for luncheon, though her grace does send her regrets that she cannot attend due to matters of urgency. Would your ladyship be there?"

"Of course"

The servant bowed once more. "Than if it please my lady, I shall take my leave."

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Baolien Hall

They entered the hall, Jinyuan changed to a long trailing robe of dark green silk, embroidered with blooming peonies that shimmered as she made her way in. All eyes were upon her: eyes of curiosity, eyes of appraisal, of observance, and some of indifference.
"Jinyuan!" Chunxing cried from a table, where she and Lixin were waving. "Come, let us sit together!"

"You all are here too?" Jinyuan asked as she smoothed her skirts and sat.

"Of course we are, this is a very good chance." Lixin replied.

"For?"

They looked and Jinyuan incredulously. "Surely you did some research?" Chunxing exclaimed.

"I-"

"Oh no matter. You see, the first meal you have on the first day of your Ensemble is a time for first impressions." Chunxing explained.

"Indeed." Added Lixin. "You look your best and have a wander around, or sit. Whatever you please. What is important is to observe; observe every man that passes as if wandering a garden and searching for the best flower to pick."

"Study their eyes, read their face." Chunxing told. "Search for hints of their personality from their facade. When you find the men you like, find their names and remember them for the future." She smiled. "That's how you start the game."

The game indeed, Jinyuan thought. A game of love.
She turned her gaze, jeweled ornaments tinkling in her elegantly tied hair, to the passing crowds.
I will not fail She thought.

A Game of Grace: The Feast

There was a soft sliding sound; a screen painted with mountains, misted in clouds of pure gold, had parted gracefully by unseen hands. A lady was revealed; hair elegantly tied and studded with jewels, maroon robes embroidered with pink peonies, and butterflies shimmering and seeming to flit about upon the rippling silk. It trailed several feet, an elegant masterpiece of tradition and grace. It suited her well, Jinyuan thought. Her Grace's own sister, the most beautiful twin flowers Feng can boast.

Her golden eyes shimmered with amusement as she waved a rigid oval fan, her pink raised. Her famed nails were proudly on display, with only her fifth and fourth nails left to grow by tradition. It was covered with gilded nail guards that clinked merrily each time she folded her hands. Jinyuan glanced down at her own in distaste. A full six inches... and mine is barely three. If only they were as long as my nail guards.... Hers were turquoise, clad in gold shaped to look like swirling clouds. She hoped she will grow longer, she had every aspect of the beauty; skin pale as the moon, hair black as a raven's hide, a radiant face and build, all but her nails were perfect. They all knelt in their places in respect, robes slithering softly in the air.

"恭請金城公主聖金萬安" (A thousand gilded greetings, Princess Jincheng)

Princess Jincheng... Princess of the golden city..., Jinyuan remembered that Her Grace's title as Princess was Princess Jinshan (金山公主), princess of the golden mountain. With Jincheng meaning princess of the golden city, it was no doubt in reference to their gilded eyes that were so rare in the Hua race these days.

"起” (Arise), came her gentle voice. Soft as it was, it still somehow spread to the ears of all in the hall.
"How beautiful are the flowers that blossom bright in the spring." The Princess murmured. "Before me sway a garden bright with fragrant blooms. Welcome, all of you, to the Ensemble. My Imperial Sister has urgent matters that do demand her gilded gaze, and so I shall take her steed to host the First Feast." She gazed around, her eyes two wells of tranquil peace. "The Yongan Palace is ever-glad and open to the Ensemble year by year, where maidens and men wander these vast courts for love. Many have found their heart's yearn, and even now live happily in peace." The Princess lowered her fan. "And that is what the Ensemble is about; a search for love in a garden great. And for many dynasties this tradition was honored for long.... And now another begins and another year is hailed. Eat, drink, there is plenty for all. But never forget; every glance can turn to fascination, and fascination shall easily change to love." She bowed. "And so, let the First Feast begin."

She clapped her hands twice. An orchestra of traditional guzheng, guqin, erhu, shen, and other Hua instruments burst to life. A troop of servants entered, bending the knees slightly in respect as they entered the door. They went to the central tables, turned as one, and elegantly placed the silver platters with a perfectly synchronized kneel. The sitting down of the Princess was their notice that the feast has now began.

"May fortune be on our side." Lixin giggled.

And so they separated, all wandering the serving tables with their servants in tow. Jinyuan kept her eyes alert, and tried to at the same time scrutinize her choices. That would surely curse me with the smell of the sea Jinyuan thought as she turned away from a platter of crabs. What about those? Would they befoul my breath? She frowned over a particularly strong-seasoned stack of dumplings. What about some of those bok choi...

"Excuse me." A man told.
She jumped at the sudden voice. It was a man in deep blue robes, embroidered with herons prancing among the water reeds. His hair, uncut by tradition, was wound into a tight topknot and secured with a gilded pin.
“Do forgive me my lord, I do not mean offense.” Jinyuan managed to stammer out.
“Perfectly alright.” The man said as he took his pick from the table. “My lady, if I would have your honoured name…..”
She smoothed her robes and bent her legs to a curtsey as she folded her sleeves. “Jinyuan, First Daughter of Lord and Lady Luo, my lord.”
“Baoyu, First Son of Lord and Lady Shun.” He bowed in answer. “And it shall be my greatest pleasure to meet my lady of Luo.”

North Electrica wrote:

Deleagte: "That is because we have found one of these things undernearth the Feng Dynasty." She says this before her associate places down some pictures and files, and all of it had evidence of something similar as what jas been found in the Ice. "These signals where found sometime ago accidently by North Electrican soldiers during the last Fengese crisis. The scans where sent to us,and it was confirmed that whatever it is its almost the same as the Iceforms."

Male Delegate: "And thats not all, we have been getting similar reading in many other continents. We have yet to still talk with said governments, and we have no assurance that they will take such news lightly."

The Empress furrowed her brows, but if she was troubled it was hidden behind a mask of regal neutrality.
"Things buried deep within the age-long ice. This does seem grave indeed, however I do want to ask; why do you know that it is dangerous to us all? And how so would it be?"

Feng Dynasty wrote:

The Empress furrowed her brows, but if she was troubled it was hidden behind a mask of regal neutrality.
"Things buried deep within the age-long ice. This does seem grave indeed, however I do want to ask; why do you know that it is dangerous to us all? And how so would it be?"

Male Delegate: "That is because whatever is down there, and what's in the ice. Their big, and some of them are alive." He shows some more information. "We've been recording information and scanning these forms, and they seem to be in some sort of, "Hibernation". And there is no reason to believe that the one underneath your nation is not Hibernating as well."

Woman Delegate: " And from recent information. They are slowly waking up from their slumber." She says, and the tone in her voice was dead serious. These, Behemoths, whatever they are, they where waking up. "And right now we are trying to hopefully begin to work with other nations to help with the study and containment of surviving Behemoths."

Male Delegate: "Just so you know, the base is just a front for the public. To be seen as a strengthen bond between our two nations, but really it will be the first of many potential bases across the planet," The woman laid out a map of the wold, and multiple locations where the future bases where going to be set up. "To protect the people from this underground threat."

The eternal weebdom wrote:

Conflict
"The High Weeb!"
Tomoharu Watanabe strode through into the Hall of Weebs of the Capitoline Palace, his head straight and face a mask of stern.
My first sitting in the Hall He thought. I better not make a fool of myself before I've even began
After a blessing from the High Priest of the Weebist Church, discussions of government began. There were five provinces in the Weebdom, not including the capital Takayama. They were named the same as their cities, which each is the seat of the great families of the nation. Their leaders, called Masters, sat in the Grand Council of Weebs and had an active voice in government affairs.
"A protest organisation seems to have emerged, your highness." Souhei Kinjou, or Lord Kinjou, of the city Kyokko, said. "It disturbs Kyokko's peace."

"In Gengetsu too." Said Yuuhi Kawahara, or Lady Kawahara. "They do seem well organised."

"Let us crush them!" Hoshihito Satou, or Lord Satou of the city Jimouri, cried. "We take their blood and trample their bodies. Our swords lie in waiting-"

"How tactless." Rieko Fukuhara, or Lady Fukuhara of Fukuda said. "Surely you know better not to be too bloody with this? Ah of course I forgot. Those of house Satou are all brawn and brain."

"What did you say?" Shouted Lord Satou. "Come here and fight me, I would like to see you try to land any blow on me. Yours is a city of girls with no manly-"

"Enough you two, settle down." Tomoharu sighed. Of course I'll have to deal with those two. The sword and the sakura blossom, Fukuhara and Satou never got along, that is a known fact.

"Anyways, your highness. I would suggest that we deal with this more indirectly, open action would do naught to our image would it?" Lady Fukuhara told. "To prevent them gaining support, and to perhaps sway them from their goal, we could have the channels broadcast a few romcom animes designed to gain public attention. Perhaps that would do for now."

"I still think we should use our swords." Lord Satou grumbled. "I need-"

"Oh do shut up, if we follow your advice the Weebdom would be slammed by the world."

"Perhaps we could do something about our education?" Souhei Konjou, or Lord Kinjou of the city Kyokko, said. "Moralistic education, subtly nudging them to the principles of weeb."

"Or perhaps a distraction in another way." Crooned Lady Yuuhi Kawahara of Gengetsu, and a known advocate of free love. "The art of love shall soothe their simmering anger, perhaps if we promoted a few love stories to take up their gossip they will surely cease. Perhaps just in case, more pleasure districts be opened for their leisure... if they so want."

Tomoharu thought for a while. "Let us wait for a while." He said "They are not causing much trouble, let us see when they do."

"As you wish, your highness." They bowed their heads.

"And may the Almighty Senpai above bless fortune to your highness" The High Priest said.
Ah yes, luck. I'll need lots of that in running this place.

The Church

“𝙹⍑ ⍑ᔑ╎ꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⊣∷ᔑᓵᒷ 𝙹⎓ 𝙹⚍∷ ꖎ𝙹∷↸ ᔑʖ𝙹⍊ᒷ.

⍑ᔑ╎ꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⍑𝙹ꖎ|| ∴ᒷᒷʖリᒷᓭᓭ ʖ∷╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣.

𝙹⍑ ᓭᒷリ!¡ᔑ╎, ᓭᒷリ!¡ᔑ╎

!¡∷ᒷᓭ╎↸ᒷリℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ↸╎⍊╎リᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍↸ᒷリℸ ̣ ᓵ𝙹⚍リᓵ╎ꖎ

||𝙹⚍∷ ∷ᔑ↸╎ᔑリᓵᒷ ᓭ⍑ᔑꖎꖎ ᓭ⍑╎リᒷ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ 𝙹リ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⍑𝙹リ𝙹⚍∷ᒷ↸ ∴ᒷᒷʖリᒷᓭᓭ ⍑𝙹ꖎ|| ʖ∷╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣.”

The Holy See, leader of the blessed Kouhais of the Senpai above, tapped his high gilded staff thrice. His robes shone in the air as he raised his hand in blessing. Before him knelt a thousand worshippers in reverence, to the holy weebism that shines above.

“May Senpai bless us all, may Senpai grant us peace, and may Weebism be forever great and bright.”

****

“Your Holiness does exude an air of blessed holiness.” Tomoharu Watanabe told. “Much fitting for the highest voice of the almighty Senpai above.”

“Only the Senpai’s high Kouhai, your weebness.” The Holy See murmured. “The Holy Student Council shall govern in purity in the holy academy forever and ever. Senpai reigns as Kaicho, and only with Senpai shall the world be blessed in its weebness.”

“Indeed.” Tomoharu murmured. “Well…. Your Holiness, I do come at a request to the Church. You see, the weebist mind is in danger from the protestors that demand an end to weeb. The work of The Soviet state of Svalbard perhaps, however we are most unsure. We come for the holy advice of the Senpai’s highest Kouhai.”

“The Kaicho speaks to me most clear and bright.” The Holy See said. “Our world is plagued by heretics that befoul the noble weebist air. The Church shall help the Council of the Capitoline Palace in this threat to our world of weebist pride.”

“Thank you most kindly.” The High Weeb murmured. “I shall take my leave.”

The Holy See was calm in his facade, listening to the footsteps that faded away. The will of Senpai is clear; The Church has to act. He thought. If blasphemy lies abound, it shall signify the fall of honour in the Council’s grace. It is time, it seems, for the Church to rise.

He stared out the window, where the Basilica’s gardens basked in the sun.
Holy Rule shall be the way