2416: The Escape from Earth (IC- PMT/FT- Sign-Up)

[The United Colonies of Earth]

2416: The Escape From Earth

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Office of Édouard (Edward) Ganstrom. Urbs Scientiae, Geneva Fallout City, Jura Mountains, France: August 22, 2415. 3:20 pm.
Edward Ganstrom sat at his table in his office, reading off the data from the weather sensors on the surface, and smiled.
It's over. The nuclear winter is over! he thought. It's time.

"What's going on?" Anna asked another student in the Urbs Scientiae as they walked toward the Manufacture Assembly Chamber in the science complex. All the high-achievers in the city's high schools were being called there by the chief of the Urbs Scientiae, Edward Ganstrom.
"I dunno," the boy said to Anna, looking flattered by her choosing him to be asked a question.
"Thank you, Jürgen," Anna said with forced grace. It was just a question. Why'd he have to get all infatuated over that?
She approached the large airlocked door to the Urbs Scientiae and waited, wondering if her father would be there to greet her, as he always was. The other students all stopped in a big cluster around her.
The door hissed and popped, then opened. Out stepped a tall, thin, dark-haired man. It was Edward Ganstrom. He wore a bulky-looking suit with full body coverage, save his head.
"Come in, come in," he said briskly. "Our future cannot wait."
Confused, Anna entered after him. She'd known from her father that Ganstrom was the only man in the city who resisted staying underground forever vocally. Was he talking about that now?
They went down a long corridor after him. The halls were rather deserted and quiet, save occasional loud noises. At the end was a large chamber with some chairs and people working in the background on some big vehicle. Anna saw her father among them. Near the chairs were racks on which more bulky suits hung.
"As I have already told you, we must know whether or not we are the last people on this planet. And then, more importantly, we must leave this world and settle the stars- escape from Earth.
The first step," he continued, "is in front of you. These suits will protect us from any radiation outside the city. We'll be heading to Old Geneva to a radio tower. I intend to send out my plans and intentions to the world."
The students, respectful as ever, were silent.
"So everyone, get the suits on and head to the door Outside. I'll be there."
Edward walked ahead of them down the corridor to the door Outside, as they called the world beyond Geneva, on the opposite side of the city.
After wrestling themselves into their suits, the students joined him six minutes later, helmets sealed over their heads. Edward nodded and put on his helmet, which had been cradled in his arm up to this point.
"Turn on your dimmers to prevent snow blindness," he told them, "and let's go."
He then hit the door release button, and it hissed open. Beyond the door was another, dimly lit corridor, at whose end lay the final door.
Anna followed Edward, and the students followed her, to the door. Edward used what looked like an odd set of handles to turn the door open.
It opened into a snow-covered, forested land sloping down southward toward the ruins of the city.
It was going to be a long, long hike.
Edward waited for the students to come out of the tunnel, and closed the door behind them.
"Let's go," he said.

[The blood ravens]

Polis main airlock, 1200 hours

The door leading into the city closed with a mechanical hiss as the room is sealed. Inside were the members of the 1st expeditionary force. 100 soldiers strong they were equipped with power armor, and armored vehicles able to be sealed against radiation. The entire group was silent as the lights shut off, now replaced by spiraling yellow lights as the alarms buzz. Ahead of them the massive blast doors sealing the city from the outside would begin to open, making a loud metal-on-metal grinding sound as they do so. Once the door was completely open they began moving out. A sense of uncertainty dominated the air as the last man exited the airlock, and the blast door shuts behind them with the familiar hiss as it pressurizes. The groups objective was Moscow which was nearby, but first they had to cross miles upon miles of burned out gridlocked cars, some still had the skeletons of their drivers still behind the wheel.

[Alotopia]

07:00 Hours
Fallout City: Atlantis

It was a morning like any other morning. The Military was up and buzzing about as the usually do at shift change. While most of Scientists and Doctors were just waking up. Commander William Tolfin was already awake at this point though, you see he doesnt sleep much anymore, and when he does, he sees the same nightmare over and over again... *flashback*

10 Years Ago...
17:54 Hours
Near Dublin, Ireland
The Purge of Ireland
Bane Brigade

There was weapons fire everywhere as Commander Tolfin and his Brigade moved into Dublin. This was not a conquer mission, but rather a mission to kill everyone and everything living in Dublin. Tolfin's Brigade had bombarded the city with howitzers for 5 days before moving into the city... As Tolfin and the Brigade broke the main defensive line around the city, the true devastation was beginning to show... Building had collapsed and killed the inhabitants. There were injured civilians everywhere, but their orders were clear. NO ONE survives... Across the city semi-automatic fire could be heard... *pop* and after a few more seconds another *pop*... This was the Purge of Dublin...

(2 hours after the city had been purged) Commander Tolfin moved into the city center. In the City Hall, he found a young woman who was clutching something in her hands. The woman had been killed at least 3 hours before any soldiers had entered the city... But the noises began to come from the woman... At first just little noises, but soon it was a full on cry. Tolfin approached the woman and found a baby in her arms. Tolfin decided that he would take the baby (a girl) and raise her as his own. This was the happiest and saddest day of his life... Tolfin never forgave himself for the murder of all those people, but found comfort in that he saved one... He was just following orders...

07:00 Hours
Fallout City: Atlantis
Present Day

Commander Tolfin woke up Kelsey, and got her ready for school. She was his pride and joy. She was smart and nice and everything he had hoped for. He had told her that her mother had died protecting her from evil men and that he was her father. She loved him with all her little heart and prayed to God everyday that he would not take him away. He then sent her to school.

Commander Tolfin walked to the command center as he usually does every morning. He could take the elevators directly there, but he likes meeting and talking with the citizens of the city. He walked past the hospital and said hello to Mrs. Czer as well as his fiance Rebeka Macley. He then proceeded directly to the Command Center.

Once he had arrived, he approached the long range communicator console. He never understood why he had to keep sending out these dumb messages... They have been doing it for over 400 years and they haven't received one response. These messages over the years had degraded into more of a comedy show, rather than actually looking for any people. Across the City however, they were very popular. He said,in his British accent, "Good Morning World! Today's forecast is slightly cloudy, with rain expected over most of Europe. Now over to General Czer for the News." General Czer responded, "Thanks William. Well we have nothing going on of interest. Back to William for the Sports" Tolfin retorted, "Well yesterday was a good day for all sports fans! My daughters team placed 1st in the Atlantian Little League tournament. While the Generals lost to the Junior officers in bowling.... Welp, that is all the news for today! Check in tomorrow for more updates... Oh, and if you are a different fallout city, please respond to this message. Thanks for Listening. Bless your face, if you sneezed during this message bless you! Peace off!" And they waited the mandatory 30 minutes for a reply...

OC: All Atlatians have a British accent...

[The blood ravens]

E105 Highway, approaching Moscow, 1230 hours

The trip to Moscow was eerily quiet, the only noise coming from the scraping of cars against the T-100s dozer blades as it cleared a path through the massive gridlock, and the steady rumble of tank treads. Soon the sound of a helicopters rotors began growing closer as one of the UH-1 Huey helicopters at Polis began to catch up to the convoy. The side doors of the olive drab colored helicopter were open, and one person on each side was manning the mounted M60 machine guns. The pilots had a great view of the highway showing the sheer scale of the gridlock, the entire highway going all the way to the burned out husk was filled with abandoned cars. The Huey pulls ahead of the convoy to scout ahead to see if there is any nasty surprises waiting for them in the suburbs of Moscow. As it flew over the city the steady wooshing of its blades could be heard in the entire city, and several miles away due to the lack of any background noise to muffle it. Eventually the helicopter returns to the convoy not seeing anything that could really pose a threat.

[The United Colonies of Earth]

Geneva, Switzerland: 10:39 pm.
The kids were eating the food Edward had in the refrigerator in the radio building since his last visit to the building three weeks ago, or sleeping. He was in the reception room, as he called the place with the mikes, radio control systems and other gear, and was listening up and down the frequencies.
"Huh," he said, hearing nothing. Nothing but static.
I heard something last time, he thought. I will not fail.
So he said, "Everyone, we're staying the night."
"Aww!" someone complained.
"Provided you can find your way back, you can go," Edward replied.
Silence.

Anna was on the radio. She was sleepy; Edward had asked her to take control four hours ago and otherwise she hadn't gotten much sleep.
Her watch read 6:59. Maybe she could get off early?..
Anna turned the tuner slowly, hearing nothing...and then...
"Good Morning World! Today's forecast is slightly cloudy, with rain expected over most of Europe. Now over to General Czer for the News."
What the heck is this? Anna thought. An Englishman? What was going on?
Was it...another fallout city?
"Thanks William. Well we have nothing going on of interest. Back to William for the Sports."
She had to listen. She was curious. But she had to-
Edward entered the room, suit still on, despite the fact that it was technically not needed. "Anything?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Anna said softly. "Listen! It's the British!"
Edward walked closer to her, hearing a voice indistinctly speaking, and took a headphone.
"...junior officers in bowling.... Welp, that is all the news for today! Check in tomorrow for more updates... Oh, and if you are a different fallout city, please respond to this message. Thanks for Listening. Bless your face, if you sneezed during this message bless you! Peace off!" The message ended.
Anna and Edward looked at each other, their faces equally alight.
"We need to respond," Anna said.
Edward nodded in agreement. "Tell the others. I'll respond."
Anna nodded and got up from her seat at last. Edward took the chair and searched for a copy of his plan to escape from Earth, excitement brimming.
Damn! It wasn't in here. He checked the drawers and boxes. Still not here...He checked the fridge, sliding past the curious students to it and opening the door. Nothing like it in there...
Great! Where was it?
He checked his suit's chest pocket. Out came the paper. With a sigh of relief he sprinted to the table and put on the headset, checked the tune...yep, hopefully this was it...
"Hello, unidentified survivors," he began in his best English. "I am Edward Ganstrom of Geneva Fallout City, Switzerland...well, technically France but it hardly matters now. I am relieved that there are other people on Earth. Because we're going to need everyone to escape from Earth, and into the stars."

[The blood ravens]

Moscow TV tower, 1245 hours

The Huey hovered over the tower, and a few men fast roped out. After they were safely on the tower the chopper pulled away to prevent the wind from knocking them off the roof. Nikolai leads his team down the stairs towards the viewing deck, their power armor straining the stairs, but they still manage to hold. "Okay spread out, and search the place for equipment." Nikolai ordered before walking off to check the radio transmitters. Dimitri on the other hand began fooling with one of the long range radios turning it on by accident. Nikolai walked over, unaware that it was broadcasting. "Дмитрий! Будьте осторожны с этой радио мы нуждаемся в них нетронутыми!" He said, scolding Dimitri for potentially breaking the radio.

[Alotopia]

The United Colonies of Earth";p="18740986"]Geneva, Switzerland: 10:39 pm.
The kids were eating the food Edward had in the refrigerator in the radio building since his last visit to the building three weeks ago, or sleeping. He was in the reception room, as he called the place with the mikes, radio control systems and other gear, and was listening up and down the frequencies.
"Huh," he said, hearing nothing. Nothing but static.
I heard something last time, he thought. I will not fail.
So he said, "Everyone, we're staying the night."
"Aww!" someone complained.
"Provided you can find your way back, you can go," Edward replied.
Silence.

Anna was on the radio. She was sleepy; Edward had asked her to take control four hours ago and otherwise she hadn't gotten much sleep.
Her watch read 6:59. Maybe she could get off early?..
Anna turned the tuner slowly, hearing nothing...and then...
"Good Morning World! Today's forecast is slightly cloudy, with rain expected over most of Europe. Now over to General Czer for the News."
What the heck is this? Anna thought. An Englishman? What was going on?
Was it...another fallout city?
"Thanks William. Well we have nothing going on of interest. Back to William for the Sports."
She had to listen. She was curious. But she had to-
Edward entered the room, suit still on, despite the fact that it was technically not needed. "Anything?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Anna said softly. "Listen! It's the British!"
Edward walked closer to her, hearing a voice indistinctly speaking, and took a headphone.
"...junior officers in bowling.... Welp, that is all the news for today! Check in tomorrow for more updates... Oh, and if you are a different fallout city, please respond to this message. Thanks for Listening. Bless your face, if you sneezed during this message bless you! Peace off!" The message ended.
Anna and Edward looked at each other, their faces equally alight.
"We need to respond," Anna said.
Edward nodded in agreement. "Tell the others. I'll respond."
Anna nodded and got up from her seat at last. Edward took the chair and searched for a copy of his plan to escape from Earth, excitement brimming.
Damn! It wasn't in here. He checked the drawers and boxes. Still not here...He checked the fridge, sliding past the curious students to it and opening the door. Nothing like it in there...
Great! Where was it?
He checked his suit's chest pocket. Out came the paper. With a sigh of relief he sprinted to the table and put on the headset, checked the tune...yep, hopefully this was it...
"Hello, unidentified survivors," he began in his best English. "I am Edward Ganstrom of Geneva Fallout City, Switzerland...well, technically France but it hardly matters now. I am relieved that there are other people on Earth. Because we're going to need everyone to escape from Earth, and into the stars."

Commander Tolfin was eating his regular breakfast: 2 chocolate donuts with some orange juice, when the communicator sparked to life. The message was played and Tolfin listened intently, he wasn't sure about this transmission. But he was gonna respond anyway.

"Uh Hello there chaps, this is Atlantian Command here. We are reading you loud and clear on our end. Uh, yeah we are alive over here. But we are sitting on the bottom of the ocean. How are you?"

General Czer was just walking by, when he heard the response. He was surprised and frightened by the response from the radio.
"A response?" He thought, "We have lived 400 years without any response..." He suddenly yelled at the nearest Colonel, "Mobilize Bane Brigade! I want them ready for combat ops in 30 minutes. Get me General Laher! (Commander of the AT - TC tanks) Tell him to mobilize his forces. Also put out a general alert to all military personnel in the city." Most of this was barely audible over the mic for the communicator. Although he was less gung-ho, he would rather be prepared than caught off guard.

[Greater Caprica]

Honolulu, Downtown
President Wyatt and his convoy were slowly making their way through the city scape of towering skyscrapers and urban jungle. The skyways were backed up today. Wyatt sat back in a plush leather seat inside a sleek black limo with small oval thrusters on the bottom. Multiple other skyways whizzed above and below the slow moving traffic. Secretary of Defense Leonard sat beside him, gazing out the window onto the city around them.

Wyatt was reading a report on the Columbus Mission. A military operation to deploy the drones beyond the secured regions to begin a database archive of the planet for the security and exploration of possibility of other survivors. A crystal glass with water sat aside Wyatt on a small stand in the limo's cabin, the limos stabilizers keep it in place. Low dim lights slightly illuminated the cabin.

"You want to send 358 of our new drones out there? Are you sure there are any survivors near the coast, much less inland?" Wyatt said.

"Yes. We stumbled upon some old databases indicating a surviving American community somewhere along the coast of Northern Mexico." replied Leonard.

"Those surviving files before the attack?"

"Yes"

"This could be our best chance. I know Chambers will be firmly against such actions. He wants those drones to be put to better use securing our supply lines in the north. This gamble could fail use though, we know how the Japanese islands turned out. Total wasteland, the media had a damn field day." Wyatt said.

Suddenly the conversation was interrupted as the limos comms within the cabin spoke up. A feminine, fluent cybernetic voice butted in,"Destination arrived Mr.President." A set of two butterfly doors rose up. Secret Service and other black sedans and trucks hovered parallel to the Presidents limo.

Sec. of Defense and the President waltzed parallel to eachother talking quiet. The crisp warm air and the dim sun casts a grey hue over the capital buildings steps.

"Ill look into more of this later, I have a meeting with the Speaker of the Parliament in 30 minutes regarding a bill that would give the go for giving more money to the space agency- they havent necessarily been doing their job." Wyatt said.

"Our last rocket blew up in our face..."

[Alotopia]

08:00 Local Atlantis Time
Fallout City: Atlantis

The city was active beyond belief. Under the cover of the "bubble" shield, soldiers of the Bane Brigade were marching and singing songs. General Czer could here them from even his office.

"Down by the river!!" Shouted a Colonel as he ran along side them.
"Down by the river!" Shouted the soldiers in response.
"We took a little walk!"
"We took a little walk!"
"Ran into Ireland, and had a little talk! Said the colonel, "We pushed em'!" He said, as the soldiers responded, "Hey!"
"We shoved em'!"
"Hey!"
"We threw in the river, and laughed as they drowned. Said we don't need no muteys, a hanging around!" Yelled the colonel.
And in unison the soldiers the soldiers yelled, "Hey don't be a fool! Somebody said we were number 2! They lied, we're number 1! Go Bane Brigade!"

General Czer smiled by the fact that even underwater, these soldiers were still the best in the world. He looked out again, but this time he saw General Laher and his tanks walking to their jump off points. General Laher was giving a speech to his men...

"Men, I'm not sure if we will be moving out today, or tomorrow or this week, but I want you all to know that we don't know what is up there. This is new territory and old maps are practically useless. So keep your eyes peeled and watch each others backs. This maybe a cake walk or it could be hell. So be ready... that is all." He said. Laher never liked those speeches, but they rallied his men.

Czer knew this was a changing point for not only Atlantis, but the entire world...

[Greater Caprica]

Gulf of Alaska
Hawaiian Second Fleet
The rough waves of the North Pacific were churning and convulsing, a heavy storm had encased the convoy. Several cargo transports were transporting vital raw minerals from Alaska to the Hawaiian islands from Anchorage. The second fleet had been assigned with patrolling the supply lines from piracy.

Three large transports carrying vital raw minerals were being escorted by four destroyers and a large battlecruiser, the RHS Inferno.

Captain Reynolds stood over the Infernos bridge, suddenly lights and sensors buzzed to life as two fast moving corvettes were detected a couple miles off that were closing in fast. The bow of the Inferno dipped up violently as a large wave crashed against it, the ship rose up as Reynolds held onto the railing beneath the window panels.

"We have in bound, Captain, 35 degrees north and three miles out." A office on the radar quickly shouted.

"Stay the course, let them come to us. Our priority isnt to hunt pirates but to ensure the protection of the transports."

He watched eagerly as the rogue corvettes grew closer.

"This is it, prepare the artillery, unleash the guass cannons and missiles. I want them at the bottom of the ocean before they can get any closer."

"Aye Captain!" A variety of weapons control officers shouted.

Suddenly the forefront of the battlecruiser opened up revealing a variety of armament. Several fusion torpedos ignited and flew off into the sky, screaming into the clouds before initiating terminal maneuvers to dodge counter fire from the corvettes. Meanwhile, guass cannons streaked across over the waves before hitting the first defensive barriers the pirates had deployed. Hitting their shields and shattering.

Some fusion missiles were shot out, but the overwhelming tidal wave of them came crashing down onto the duo. Their final fusion drives, overclocked at the last second accelerated them to hypervelocity before reaching their target. The intense speed and acceleration of the missiles makes the use of explosives pointless, relying on kinetic energy alone to ensure destruction.

The corvettes put up a fight, counter firing their salvos of missiles. One such missile landed an unlucky shot onto a nearby destroyer, hitting its portside shield. As the corvettes closed in the destroyer and battlecruiser altered their courses and opened up with the heavy guns of string cannons. By this time the corvettes shields had worn down, and the string cannons tore into their hulls vaporizing the atomic particles. The corvettes soon began to keel over and sink beneath the storm.

On the RHS Inferno, the crew cheered as another victory was made. It was just another day in the Northern Pacific.

[The United Colonies of Earth]

The United Colonies of Earth";p="18740986"]Geneva, Switzerland: 10:39 pm.
The kids were eating the food Edward had in the refrigerator in the radio building since his last visit to the building three weeks ago, or sleeping. He was in the reception room, as he called the place with the mikes, radio control systems and other gear, and was listening up and down the frequencies.
"Huh," he said, hearing nothing. Nothing but static.
I heard something last time, he thought. I will not fail.
So he said, "Everyone, we're staying the night."
"Aww!" someone complained.
"Provided you can find your way back, you can go," Edward replied.
Silence.

Anna was on the radio. She was sleepy; Edward had asked her to take control four hours ago and otherwise she hadn't gotten much sleep.
Her watch read 6:59. Maybe she could get off early?..
Anna turned the tuner slowly, hearing nothing...and then...
"Good Morning World! Today's forecast is slightly cloudy, with rain expected over most of Europe. Now over to General Czer for the News."
What the heck is this? Anna thought. An Englishman? What was going on?
Was it...another fallout city?
"Thanks William. Well we have nothing going on of interest. Back to William for the Sports."
She had to listen. She was curious. But she had to-
Edward entered the room, suit still on, despite the fact that it was technically not needed. "Anything?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Anna said softly. "Listen! It's the British!"
Edward walked closer to her, hearing a voice indistinctly speaking, and took a headphone.
"...junior officers in bowling.... Welp, that is all the news for today! Check in tomorrow for more updates... Oh, and if you are a different fallout city, please respond to this message. Thanks for Listening. Bless your face, if you sneezed during this message bless you! Peace off!" The message ended.
Anna and Edward looked at each other, their faces equally alight.
"We need to respond," Anna said.
Edward nodded in agreement. "Tell the others. I'll respond."
Anna nodded and got up from her seat at last. Edward took the chair and searched for a copy of his plan to escape from Earth, excitement brimming.
Damn! It wasn't in here. He checked the drawers and boxes. Still not here...He checked the fridge, sliding past the curious students to it and opening the door. Nothing like it in there...
Great! Where was it?
He checked his suit's chest pocket. Out came the paper. With a sigh of relief he sprinted to the table and put on the headset, checked the tune...yep, hopefully this was it...
"Hello, unidentified survivors," he began in his best English. "I am Edward Ganstrom of Geneva Fallout City, Switzerland...well, technically France but it hardly matters now. I am relieved that there are other people on Earth. Because we're going to need everyone to escape from Earth, and into the stars."

Commander Tolfin was eating his regular breakfast: 2 chocolate donuts with some orange juice, when the communicator sparked to life. The message was played and Tolfin listened intently, he wasn't sure about this transmission. But he was gonna respond anyway.

"Uh Hello there chaps, this is Atlantian Command here. We are reading you loud and clear on our end. Uh, yeah we are alive over here. But we are sitting on the bottom of the ocean. How are you?"

General Czer was just walking by, when he heard the response. He was surprised and frightened by the response from the radio.
"A response?" He thought, "We have lived 400 years without any response..." He suddenly yelled at the nearest Colonel, "Mobilize Bane Brigade! I want them ready for combat ops in 30 minutes. Get me General Laher! (Commander of the AT - TC tanks) Tell him to mobilize his forces. Also put out a general alert to all military personnel in the city." Most of this was barely audible over the mic for the communicator. Although he was less gung-ho, he would rather be prepared than caught off guard.

Geneva, Switzerland: 7:06 am.
The message left the students and Edward in wonder. He wondered where Anna was, not seeing her with the other kids.
"We're doing fine, Atlantian Command. Now a city on the bottom of the ocean- wow! I've never heard of suboceanic fallout cities. I always thought Europe and North America used our model."
Someone yelled in an unrecognizable language. It wasn't English, that was for sure; but the person sad Dmitry, so the speaker was Slavic- Russian almost certainly.
"And, er...who is the Russian man I can hear?" Edward asked.
Antioch, California: Republic of Sacramento Naval Base Antioch. 1:06 am.
"Légate, Talia," whispered Marko, poking her cheek. His sister yawned and stirred, looking around. Men in uniforms rushed about between buildings. Armored vehicles, some octopodal with huge black eyes, were everywhere.
"Stīsa ez lýo," Natalia said. "Antióca Basis Navālis."
She reached for the door and exited the heavily armored vehicle, leaping out onto the bio-asphalt and walking between the uniformed men, who recognized her as the Mayor's daughter and thus left her alone. Her brothers, Marko, Petro, and Ranaldo, followed, running to keep up with their sister's long strides.
"Tali! Pare nón corrórēm!" whined Ranaldo, panting. Natalia turned and stopped.
"Kwedābó ar unób minūtūb, tesen giāmus," she replied. "Kē?"
"Jessí," panted Ranaldo.
The siblings coalesced, then Natalia kept walking toward the docks to the north. Up there, she knew, her mother was inaugurating the Republic's first aircraft carrier, the Stēllād Märīs. Kwed on bēllus nome, she thought.
And then she heard the Master Sergeant of the Army belt out loud and clear: "Velapraisēdentēd Velasrēdpublicās Sacramentós!"
Clapping emerged. Natalia and her brothers pushed through the crowd to the podium on which their mother, wearing a skirt, stood next to their father.
"Mami! Dadi!" exclaimed the boys, running to their parents.
"Mēos niños," smiled their mother before becoming serious. Natalia reached her father, who was hugging and talking to her brothers. She was about to turn and stand silently there when her father hugged her.
"...stīso phēror gedābit nuosteratir capacitātesid ontī böstī," Natalia's mother was saying.
Natalia was already bored.

[The blood ravens]

Just outside Moscow state library, 1300 hours

The convoy came to a stop outside the building, the engines of their vehicles shutting off making the city dead quiet. A group of 20 soldiers were chosen to head into the library, and proceed to the military records vault in the sub basement to look for two things: the locations of additional fallout cities in Russia, and the locations of nuclear submarines that were dry docked before the war. The group proceeded into the building with the noise of a rusted metal sign slowly creaking as its blown by the wind. Inside the building most of the furniture had rotted away, and the floor was coated with a thick sheet of dust, and grime. Ahead of the group were the wooden double doors leading to the next wing containing the entrance to the sub basement. They carefully moved ahead, staying spaces out as to not put too much weight on the floor. The point man slowly pushed the door open, but once it reached halfway it fell off its hinges. In the next room was a large ape like creature with black fur, the sound of the door falling startled it causing it to jump through a hole in the floor. The point man used hand gestures to order the rest of the team to ready their weapons as they proceed single file into the room before slowly spreading out in a grid like formation. The lead soldier slowly approached the next door, and started slowly turning the knob.

Moscow TV tower

"Wait is this thing actually working?" Nikolai asked, inspecting the long range radio transmitter Dimitri had been carelessly messing with minutes earlier. "Its not like it matters. There's no one to hear the broadcast." Dimitri replied, right before hearing a voice over the radio. Nikolai pushed dimiti out of the way, walking up to the radio. Not knowing much english he decided to do something else to help identify where he was. "I'm Nikolai. We are at 55.7500° N, 37.6167° E." Nikolai said in a thick Russian accent they were obviously geographic coordinates.

[Zeinbrad]

Moscow, Red Square
A squad of Brothers and Sisters walked slowly, weapons raised. They where high-ranking members, equipped in Lance-class power armor with their squad leader in Sword-Class power armor. They took a left down a street, to Red square, their mission objective, the Kremlin, in sight. They walked down the street of Red Square, when a bullet landed at the front ones feet.

"Heretics!" The front one yelled, then took cover, and began to scan the buildings for snipers. One bullet hit the helmet of one of the squad members...and his shields deflected it, his helmet glowing as the round bounced off. They continued to scan for the sniper., when a bullet bounced off their cover, behind them, and bandits appeared behind them. They turned, changing cover, and firing their laser rifles at the bandits, killing one. Morer bandits appeared behind them, and where fired on. The sniper took another shot, again bouncing off the shield of the squad member he hit.

More bandits appeared in front of them, firing their rifles at the Brothers and Sisters. Two Brothers turned, and fired their laser rifles at the bandits, killing three of them. The squad leader put a finger in his ear,and spoke into his head set radio.

"This is Brother-Sergeant Dmitri, we are being surrounded by Heretics at red square! Need assistance at Red Square. I repeat Red Square."

[Alotopia]

In response to the Geneva Post:

"Yeah, we are sitting at the bottom of the ocean... but the fancy technobable about its capabilities are for the science officers. I'm a military officer, I only know it's weapons capabilities... " he said, taking no time to isolate the Russian transmission and stop the broadcast. He had gotten the coordinates and didn't want the entire hemisphere on them. "We will check on the Russians. I have to go, our feel free to contact us on the channel anytime."

Tolfin had received the coordinates and moved quickly to mobilize his forces. He gathered 40 of his best troops, "The Red Group" and they boarded two of their transports. Before he left for the Russian Capital he sent this message, "Смотреть огонь! Не стреляйте в любых самолетов. Мы хотим встретиться с вами!". Tolfin also calibrated his universal translator to be able to translate russian.

The ships took off from Atlantis, the breached the outer shield, and ascended through the water into the sky. The ships then increased speed to over mach 10, which is not a big deal because of the ship's inertial dampeners. They would soon be upon the Russians in a matter of 60 minutes.

[Viraliz]

Nova Svea 09.00 Local Time

Oskar Gustavsson had waited for this day all his life. Hundreds of years ago the humans had ruined the world and denied Oskar and his people access to it. But today it all changed. The sensors had shown that the radiation was finally within acceptable parameters and the nuclear winter had ended.

For years Nova Svea had prepared for the day the winter would end and had created a plan called Operation Citadel. It involved the rapid colonization of the area around the exit to the city. To do this they would need to demolish all the ruins within 1000 meters and then rush the construction before any potential threats might appear and threaten their plan.

As such the SOG teams would establish patrols and search the 5000 meters around the construction for mutants and baseline humans, which of course would either be captured for study or exterminated.

Oskar stepped out of the exit and took a deep breath of air. It was cold and felt dirty, but his enhanced body could deal with both and the radiation. Surveying the area he thought to himself. “This vast wasteland belong to us.”

“Indeed it does.” Was the response he got. He recognized the voice as coming from The Progenitor the city's AI which oversaw their database and compiled new information for use by the city.
“I wonder if any one else survived the winter Oskar. Do you think it is possible?”
Oskar thought for a second and responded with. “I doubt it. We had trouble surviving these years and we are better than humans in all ways. If any remains they are probably feral creatures and need to be put down by us.”

“Maybe so. But it would be interesting to meet your ancestors and learn more about them.” The AI replied.
Oskar didn't answer his statement. While he did enjoy the company of the AI over his own people he had a lot of things to do before the day ends.
“Progenitor send out the all clear signal and begin construction. I want the communication array done in 3 hours and the base fort finished before tomorrow. I leave this task to you while ill patrol with the SOG teams. I will be within radio range so contact me if anything happens.” He said telling the AI his orders.

The patrol was supposed to last for about 12 hours, but it was only after 4 hours that Progenitor contacted Oskar with an urgent message.
“Commander Gustavsson. We have detected multiple radio signals on open channels which talks about several other fallout cities.”
With those words Oskar froze. It was unthinkable. Baseline humans capable of building fallout shelters and surviving the apocalypse. He clenched his fist and felt his anger flare up. It was those people who had forced him to spend his entire life in the bunker. Deprived of the paradise his ancestors had lived in. What shocked him the most was the fact that he felt such intense emotions, in his entire life he had always felt more like a machine than a Transhuman. But he forced himself to calm down.
“Progenitor. Make contact with them. Do not tell them our location, but try to learn as much information as possible about them. Find out where they live, how they live, their military strenght and similar intelligence. Also notify the Council we will need to prepare for the coming storm.” Oskar told the AI as calm as he could at the moment.

“Transmission starting. This is The Progenitor broadcasting to all listening. We have heard your signal and would like to start a diplomatic mission with all interested parties. Don't send your answer on the open channel. Please switch to following channels where we can talk in private. Transmission ends”

And with those words The Progenitor opened a new chapter in the history of Nova Svea.

[The United Colonies of Earth]

Geneva, Switzerland: 7:07 am.
Edward waited for a response. Someone with a Russian accent then said, "I'm Nikolai. We are at 55.7500° N, 37.6167° E."
The Atlantian Command responded. "Yeah, we are sitting at the bottom of the ocean... but the fancy technobabble about its capabilities are for the science officers. I'm a military officer, I only know it's weapons capabilities... " Weapons capabilities? Edward thought, surprised. The officer continued, "We will check on the Russians. I have to go, our feel free to contact us on the channel anytime."
"It was nice talking with you,"Edward said. "I'll call back later."
"That's Russia, right?" asked Leon Harbion. "The coordinates?"
"Yes it is. Moscow most likely," Edward replied. "This is exciting! Let's go back to the fallout city."
At once the class rose and donned their helmets once again, and they trooped back to Geneva.
[b]Antioch, California: Republic of Sacramento Naval Base Antioch. 1:30 am. [b]
Natalia watched the massive carrier in the dock, with its' amazing hydrodynamic hydrojet engines, pull out of the inlet. It turned and headed west for San Pablo Bay and the Pacific, and would pass through in hours.
"Komo spīxā, vela Stēllād Märīs ez prócedēntem conth velats Seitsoāc Divisiód. Króšer gānt velostīrebēllestēsim e velostībanditósco," her mother said to the crowd. "Possidēbimus a' fialästt velatsgētts t' velotirmärīb!" she finished, pumping her fist into the air.
"A' märīb!" yelled the crowd, pumping their fists skyward as well.

A few miles away, three M77 Araña unmanned walkers proceeded towards Concord and Martinez, along with three M4 tanks and ten IFVs, armed with heavy machine guns or, in the tanks' case, heavy coilguns. Raiders had attempted to attack Antioch many times. Now was the time to crush them.

[Mercenaries Without Borders]

Deep within his personal bunker, the Patriot paced back and forth, troubling his friend, Malcolm Aligheri.

"I need some more Credits to be put into the R&D program Malcolm. They've reported to be on a breakthrough with new artificial tissue and metal armor," the Patriot said. "I'm sorry, Patriot. I need it to bump up our number of Sealed Humanoid Exoskeleton Deterrent units. We're having an issue with robbery and assault the past few weeks." His friend ignored him. "Crime has gone up, although the artificial farms are producing at the optimal output, general health has increased, and technology has been evolving," Aligheri said, "What do they want?"

The Patriot sighed deeply. "Have you ever heard of cabin fever, Malcolm?" His friend nodded. "They're sick of being down here. Although we can plant food outside and live outside the Main Operating Base, we've given them a taste of freedom. But they want more . And we can't. It's still dangerous." Malcolm combed his bleach blonde hair, searching his mind for a possible answer.

"Hey, how are the transmissions to the other shelters going?" he asked, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. A long sigh fulfilled his curiosity. "No. We're still checking all channels daily. Our Signal Corps isn't sure if any fallout shelter community survived. But, on the bright side Sunshine, MWB is as healthy as a horse."

Aligheri chuckled. "Hey Patriot, speaking of animals, I'm thinking of rebranding our image," Aligheri stated. The giant only laughed. "I'm serious man. A fat snake isn't brave or fierce. It's... just weird." The Patriot shook his head. "The Tsuchinoko personifies what we do. It's an alcoholic snake known for telling lies and rolling away. We do the same thing. We enjoy the spoils of conflict, control information, and once an area is no longer of use, MWB rolls away," the Patriot stated, "Or that's at least what it used to enjoy until countries decided to throw nuclear warheads and see who could make a bigger crater." Aligheri only shrugged. "The people need a positive image, Patriot. You've been disappearing for days at a time. They need a figure to rally under. A figure to say 'it's fine'. I can't do that and take care of the people at the same time. If we don't get it together, everything we and the past leaders have done will be for nothing!"

[Zeinbrad]

Geneva, Switzerland: 7:07 am.
Edward waited for a response. Someone with a Russian accent then said, "I'm Nikolai. We are at 55.7500° N, 37.6167° E."
The Atlantian Command responded. "Yeah, we are sitting at the bottom of the ocean... but the fancy technobabble about its capabilities are for the science officers. I'm a military officer, I only know it's weapons capabilities... " Weapons capabilities? Edward thought, surprised. The officer continued, "We will check on the Russians. I have to go, our feel free to contact us on the channel anytime."
"It was nice talking with you,"Edward said. "I'll call back later."
"That's Russia, right?" asked Leon Harbion. "The coordinates?"
"Yes it is. Moscow most likely," Edward replied. "This is exciting! Let's go back to the fallout city."
At once the class rose and donned their helmets once again, and they trooped back to Geneva.
[b]Antioch, California: Republic of Sacramento Naval Base Antioch. 1:30 am. [b]
Natalia watched the massive carrier in the dock, with its' amazing hydrodynamic hydrojet engines, pull out of the inlet. It turned and headed west for San Pablo Bay and the Pacific, and would pass through in hours.
"Komo spīxā, vela Stēllād Märīs ez prócedēntem conth velats Seitsoāc Divisiód. Króšer gānt velostīrebēllestēsim e velostībanditósco," her mother said to the crowd. "Possidēbimus a' fialästt velatsgētts t' velotirmärīb!" she finished, pumping her fist into the air.
"A' märīb!" yelled the crowd, pumping their fists skyward as well.

A few miles away, three M77 Araña unmanned walkers proceeded towards Concord and Martinez, along with three M4 tanks and ten IFVs, armed with heavy machine guns or, in the tanks' case, heavy coilguns. Raiders had attempted to attack Antioch many times. Now was the time to crush them.

"Brother-Captain Michel, I see the targets coming up"

"Good, prepare for battle"

"Affirmative"

In front of the Republic of Sacramento military convoy, was a field of land mines. Anti-armor land mines. In the forest to their sides, where Brother and Sister initiates and soldiers in power armor. Once the lead vehicle hit a land mine, they would open fire, missiles hitting the rear vehicle, to destroy it or bring it down, while the others opened fire with their rifles and Laser rifles. No one was to be spared, and then they would leave, making sure to leave no evidence or witnesses of their involvement.

[Alotopia]

Over Moscow
Red Group Commandos
Commander Tolfin

"Sir! We are about 5 minutes out from the Russian coordinates. Should we cloak?" Asked the pilot.
"Yeah, bring us in on to the roof of the building." Said Tolfin as he put his helmet on, "When we land I want Alpha Platoon on me, while Beta remains to protect the vehicles."

The ships landed on top of the building with a thud. Alpha platoon quickly moved off of the roof and onto the top level of the building. There was a closed door in the way... they knocked...

[The United Colonies of Earth]

4 miles west of Antioch, California: M77 Araña Forward Vehicle. 1:44 am.
As the Mayor-President and her family returned to Sacramento, Officer Ernesto Daño looked ahead past the old Highway 4 with the powerful forward highbeams.
"Nadin," he said and pushed the control sticks of his Araña forward. The vehicle proceeded rapidly over the ground.
Then something buckled and knocked his Araña's legs out. The vehicle's huge, bulbous head tipped over.
"Minas!" screamed Ernesto, as his Araña's head hit another mine and was swallowed in fire.
A rocket streaked through the air and hit the rear tank. Its' reactive armor absorbed that- but not the lasers that slashed across its' hull.
"Dofi!" yelled Tank Commander Justinius Šarp. "Macinagón, naora!"
"Jes!" replied the gunner of the M55 Heavy Rotary Cannon.
The command M11 "Bertha" Pressurized Transport Vehicle used its' own rotary machine gun. The weapon, firing at 6,000 rpm, turned the trees where the lasers emanated to pulp and wood, revealing people armed with said weapons to the gunner. He kept firing at them.
The commander of the 6th Division activated a secure helmet link to the Air Force base in Fairfield and waited to say, "Aerafortis Divisio I, ez Divisio Seix. Necesitāmus sūportūd airās!"
"Copjāmus, Imperator. Seremos atuelo en tiezot minūtābó."
"Gracis," sighed the Imperator of the Division.
Four IFVs and all three Arañas had exploded. Now the Imperator knew it was time to fall back as fire ripped a tank apart.
"Šidu!" cursed the Imperator. "Vehicula, stopētis naora, e voltētis ambäk!"
The convoy halted and began to reverse. The walls, in the meantime, had melted on four of the remaining infantry transports and the third tank driver complained that his left tracks were hard to move. All attributable to laser and gunfire.
The enemy was firing into Petro Peline's M11. He returned fire as his fellow soldiers ducked behind whatever cover was available as lasers cut out patches of metal and incinerated the floor with his T23 Service Rifle, a medium-range coilgun rifle that fired in semiautomatic mode at a high rate, at the enemy. Something was happening around the enemy, as their bodies seemed to be protected by a sparking field.
"Šid!" he cursed, and kept firing. Tow! Tow! Tow! went his gun as he fired into the trees and fallen, pulped trunks.
BOOM! One of the tanks fired its' coilgun cannon. The blast lashed across the air and struck the ground in the forest.
"Otoldud ar tiezotir minūtābó?" Petro asked his commander, who hefted an M20 Javelin. It was the only heavy infantry weapon they had brought in their company of five IFVs and the last one left.
"Possideó nón ideam pare," the First Lieutenant said. "Peligro kirkā!"
The Javelin fired into the trees that were not yet blasted to pieces and exploded. The missile traveled to the trees, but the First Lieutenant was yelling in pain about his busted shoulder. The rocket launcher smoked heavily.
Geneva Fallout City, Jura Mountains, France: 1606 hours local time.
Edward returned to the city with his students, who went to bed while he told the Geneva City Council of the cities beyond.
"Militaries?" Jacques Ferreau said as Edward concluded his report. "This doesn't sound good."
"They seem peaceful enough, though," Edward said.
"True," Council President Nathalie Trudeau said cautiously, "but if they have militaries...we must be cautious and not submit to militarism. Peace is our only option."

[The blood ravens]

Moscow tower

Nikolai heard a knock at the door leading to the roof. Using hand gestures he signals for his men to get into position. After several seconds Nikolai opened the door slowing, the helmet of his power armor face to face with the person that knocked. "Are you the ones mentioned on the radio?" Nikolai asked, all 9 of his men had their Assault rifles trained on the door.

Russian State Library

Once he started opening the door one of the creatures burst through, letting out a howl as it stood on the pinned man. The rest of the team fired at the beast with their supressed assault rifles. The beast attempted to charge but it just stumbled, and hit the ground like a sack of bricks, riddled with bullet holes. Two men help the point man up, and continue into the stairwell. They slowly walked down the set of concrete stairs turning on their Night vision as it grows dark as the natural light sources fade.

[Zeinbrad]

"Good job my brothers and sisters! Keep the fire on them!" Brother-Captain Michel said, as he fired his Laser Rifle. Their enemies where crumbling, of course, their was those damn IFV turret and man with a missile launcher.

"Sister Angelia,fire at that IFV turret!" Michel ordered, as a Sister took aim with a Gauss Gun, and fired at the Turret, hoping to disable it. Meanwhile, a Brother fired at the man with the Javelin launcher, aiming at his head. For a painless and quick death.

"Throw Capture grenades!" Michel yelled, he heard grenades being primed, then throw into the ranks of the Heretics, the enemy. The hope is that the grenades would stun them and prep them for capture and transport. The wounded, or at least severally, would be killed, as the rest would be transported to a near by base and indoctrinated.

If not, they would all be killed by the Brothers and Sisters.

[Alotopia]

Moscow tower

Nikolai heard a knock at the door leading to the roof. Using hand gestures he signals for his men to get into position. After several seconds Nikolai opened the door slowing, the helmet of his power armor face to face with the person that knocked. "Are you the ones mentioned on the radio?" Nikolai asked, all 9 of his men had their Assault rifles trained on the door.

Russian State Library

Once he started opening the door one of the creatures burst through, letting out a howl as it stood on the pinned man. The rest of the team fired at the beast with their supressed assault rifles. The beast attempted to charge but it just stumbled, and hit the ground like a sack of bricks, riddled with bullet holes. Two men help the point man up, and continue into the stairwell. They slowly walked down the set of concrete stairs turning on their Night vision as it grows dark as the natural light sources fade.

Commander Tolfin heads up display flickered to life... 10 targets spread out across the room... one straight in front. Bullet shield... the other soldiers would hesitate the fire... 3 down by that time... the others would begin to fire on his men... 4 more down with 0 casualties... others would likely surrender...

Commander Tolfin responded in Russian, "Yes, you sent us your coordinates. We are the Atlantian Red Group Commandos, nice to meet you!" He said as he put out his hand for a handshake.

[The United Colonies of Earth]

Near Antioch, California: 1:49 am local time.
The command vehicle's turret was taken out and splattered with blood and roasted insides. The other IFV guns, finally occupied by some soldiers, opened fire on their enemies as the tanks locked in on their targets and-
POW! POW! POW!
-striking the sources of laser and gunfire with the maximum available firepower. The Imperator still ordered his men to retreat, however, until they got toward Antioch and had Valkyrie support.
Then the enemy threw grenades. Petro saw his First Lieutenant curse about his shoulder some more- then a round ripped through his helmet and killed him.
A blast of electricity stunned Petro into unconsciousness, and Corporal Foltn, who'd been hiding under the bloodstained remains of a chair, dragged him behind the chair.
"Homines!" yelled Captain Stīl. "T' me! Salimos stīsotī vehiculum!"
Lieutenant Gór fired from his turret on the enemy, ripping up trees. Foltn ran, firing bursts into the trees, as did Captain Stīl. Privates Duler and Bemel carried Petro from the Bertha while Gór supported them from the turret.
The first four IFVs were abandoned while the rear two were crowded with men. Several soldiers were dead from laserfire.
"Ingueniātis!" the Imperator yelled, ushering his men in. The last soldier staggered to him with the Javelin and dropped dead promptly afterward. Other soldiers lay either dead or stunned on the battlefield.

[The blood ravens]

"I'm am Nikolai. Spetsnaz." Nikolai said shaking the mans hand.

Moscow State Library

The men reach the bottom floor, stepping into a puddle of accumulated water from leaking pipes, snowmelt, and groundwater. The basement now seemed to be like catacombs with alot of the original building damaged from the nukes, and centuries without maintainance. "The military files are in the next section, second floor, vault 00." The navigator of the group said as they moved into the next room, dripping water breaking long bouts of silence.