The Rise of The Supreme State (Semi Closed)

[Amazonian Beasts]

Nova
Necropolis, Amazonian Nova

"Secondary conduits."

The tubes flushed with a red liquid, a fresh round of screams meeting the injection.

"Amplify."

The woman was attractive, maybe 26 years old, with flowing brown hair and soft blue eyes. Her face scrunched in a pained expression, limbs pulling at restraints that held fast, unmoving from the surgical table that lay like a sacrificial alter beneath her bare back.

"Tertiary tubing."

A fresh round of a light blue fluid hit the woman's bloodstream, causing a strong convulsion through her body. The four figures that stood above her in the bright light were indecipherable, merely figures watching without emotion. This was not Amazonia - but it was.

"Contract. Make it count."

Something sparked temporarily as leads to the woman flexed. She convulsed temporarily before falling silent and unmoving, the heart monitor showing a simple, flat line.

"Remove," the lead man who had been talking instructed.

He turned from the surgical table, removing his mask - revealing the worn face of the man known only as Omega.

"Guardsman version 3 attempt 10, failure. Begin on subject 11."

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South Pacific
Amazonia, Australian Amazonia

The small weather cell that had come in was of no worries to the massive Amazonian fleet as it sat on Coral Bay. The rain pattered against the windows of the Capital Spire, the grey city flat out beneath a greyer shade of skies - along a grey waterside. A monotonous afternoon, truthfully. Carnal HK subs patrolled in the ocean water - there was nothing to patrol, really. Amazonia itself had only suffered direct invasion once, and the steadfast nature of the Amazonian navy, one of the strongest and most flexible in the world, had prevented serious damage - and sent it back tenfold. Though the military headquarters of Amazonia lay in the Novan territory, home to only two billion of the nation's nine billion people, the cultural, social, and civil keys of the nation sat here in the South Pacific.

The fleet was a spread entity, but the Prime Fleet here around Amazonia was almost as strong as they came, only superseded by the one defending the combined Polus-Necropolis metropolitan area. Two Tempest SK helos touched down on one of the fleet's protected carriers, a massive Leviathan-class that sat idle in the bay, its double-racked flight decks clear for the moment. One could not ever be too careful, but Amazonia was a fairly liberal nation - no need to keep reserves at hand all the time.

The thunderstorm cell was getting worse - lightning cracked over the gray city, a median between the white towers of Nova Oceana and the black peaks of Necropolis. The three cities - the three faces of Amazonia. Each would change with the thunderstorm - but how? Which face would prove to be the right one? And who - who - would take it for themselves?

The rain kept coming.

[Brewdomia]

Chromus, The Nexus.

The Adjudicator stood on the balcony, motionless, with a brown cigar placed neatly between his chapped lips. He saw The Nexus, his ideal nation changed from a democracy to a corporate police state. Each day, thousands of protestors were locked up and executed mercilessly. His morals vanishing, with each passing day, represented what power could do to a man. His wife and children leaving, his country collapsing, a tyrannical military dictatorship taking the place of a democracy, it was all hell, as The Grand Adjudicator watched the streets burn.

He comforted himself with some champagne, as the drink slowly met his poured down his throat, his thoughts grew wary, the same nightmares he had been having for days was about to come true, as evil would arrive at his doorstep…

“Julius, come here” said The Adjudicator, his voice firm, resonating no remorse. “Yes, Your Excellency?” said the simple man, clothed in a suit, withering away with age. “Why is the Nexus like this? This was not my dream, not my ideals or vision. Why aren’t their parades with mellifluous music honoring me?” said the Adjudicator. The man grumbled and said “To be quite honest sir, the citizenry did not expect a coup de tat for a prosperous democracy.” “How else could I have done it? Securing Bipartisan Support? The liberals would never support me as they hold the majority of seats in Congress…”

“Sir, your presidency-well, sir your presidency was considered unsuccessful“-”Oh don’t give me that bullshit, Julius, it was a failure. A failure on my part to analyze those who would oppose me and manipulate those who supported me.” He let out a deep sigh, and took a swig of whiskey, as he dug into his alcohol cabinet. “Julius, you know, the democracy will come back. Only when I am out of power however, as absolute control is good fun.” chuckling to himself.

Julius observed the ashen sky, his thoughts racing, as he knew, a storm was approaching…

[Amazonian Beasts]

Nova
Necropolis - Amazonian Nova

"Just give me the details."

Omega poured himself a glass of straight 90-proof tequila, sitting back in his chair over a tall window that overlooked the entirety of the Dark City. Thunderclouds, ever-persistent above Necropolis, stared back at close range like an unmoving stone face. Lightning strikes rattled, blasting electric receptors on buildings with heavy energy. The lightning was good...it provided energy on the cheap into the power grid. The condition was always like this here in Necropolis, officially the largest city of the Republic. Necropolis held no special power besides the fact that Polus, the military headquarters of the Amazonian military - and by extension, of the colossal fleet - sat as a "twin city" of sorts nearby.

Two robotic Cyclone fighter craft zipped in from patrol, with the city - a far cry from Amazonia or Nova Oceana - always paranoid. It was locked in the middle of Nova, a safe region with a great reputation, but it lacked the comfort of being in its own place as Pacfic Amazonia did. The fleet hung off the coast, massive in scale and rivaled by very few in the world. It was a shame it didn't get to flex its muscles more often...the Amazonian fleet as a combined force could wipe out entire tracts of land and ocean without blinking. Fleet masters had studied the best, learned, and then applied lessons learned and taken them notches further.

Omega's purpose now, however, was a mere briefing...here on the top of the Pinnacle, the tallest building in Necropolis. It officially was the corporate headquarters of the Ceron Robotics Corporation, but that was merely an image - Pinnacle served as Omega's headquarters for his agency that stretched across all nine billion people of Amazonia. It was secret, it was insidious...and it made sure it got what it wanted. It was after all, Non-EXistanT. It was what was coming...NEXT.

"Test subject 3, 13, 17, 36, and 38 all survived successfully," an agent stood before him. "They were carefully selected off of one of our breeding facilities. Genetically improved, and enhanced with the latest in gene therapy. We have...prematurely, succeeded in creating the next batch of Guardsman."

The graying man before him thought this over, rubbing the slightly-unshaven chin that had overseen numerous wars, conflict, death, and much more. Novan Amazonia was secure beyond belief, stuck in the middle of a very defended region...and here he could execute his plan while worrying merely about internal threats. Novan Amazonia held over half the military, a large population, a strong economical sector...and while it lacked the artistic side of the Pacific, it made up with sheer efficiency.

"The synthetics program has produced excellent results, now incorporated into the Nova Amazonian armed forces. Still pending with the Pacific sector...but could we merge the two?"

"Incorporate synthetics into organics?"

"Indeed. Beyond what we have already - cybernetics are old, outdated, and too easily broken. An inefficient system that shuns nature for nothing more than hubris...we need efficiency. The best combination of the two, to make the supersoldier all that much more super. Additionally, we need a test to utilize it..."

"Rebels, perhaps?" the agent offered. "We could stir some up..."

"Real testing, please," Omega replied nonchalantly. "Amazonia never finds itself in situations where we could better ourselves through violence, the one shared language of the world. Our associations in Nova and the Conglomerate give us strength, but we need personal strength as well."

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Orbit
Amazonian Satellite Gamma-T6825

A military surveillance satellite, ubiquitous in orbit above the planet, honed in on a new, large source. Another fleet on the move - a large one. Not a surprise, as there were many warrior nations in the world - but this one was curious. Headed towards Amazonian waters, or at least, the trajectory went that way. The satellite was quick to move to action, extending communication probes around as well as immediately sending out numerous feelers to other satellites.

Hunter-Killer satellites responded immediately. Each carried various grades of anti-air missiles, from anything to knocking out enemy satellites and ballistic missiles to assaulting the massive airships of the types made famous by Axis Novan aerial armadas in the Shalrirorchian and Demon 666 invasion years back. They were a strong defense - but Amazonia had much more than that in sheer terms of power. The country had grown extensively, and now was a formidable power on the global landscape - admittedly, one that rarely found itself in wars, but a giant nonetheless on a landscape of smaller nations that too often raised their ugly heads.

The HK submarine Rydoni's Wave acknowledged, accepting the communication and diving shortly after. Military command in Novan territory marked affirmative, as did civil command in the city of Amazonia itself on the south Australian coast. Amazonia was a stretched out country - people lived far apart often, though some condensed near the cities - and lived with an independent streak that reigned foremost amongst the world. Amazonia was not quite a democracy, but it was almost there - and prided itself on it. People were violent by nature, but at the same time respected their neighbors. None refused to go quietly against intrusion...and hence, the government of Amazonia had remained small and decentralized. A libertarian nation in all, it had done good.

The gears were in motion now, however...and the rain over Amazonia kept coming.

[Allied Governments]

Rain pattered on the windows of the Federal Building as president Jacob Varin looked outside, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating his face as he observed people moving to and fro under umbrellas or in cars. In the distance, the shimmering lights of Terminus were easily visible, as were the jutting of skyscrapers from the cosmopolitan city a mere 4 miles away. Inside the office, the simple trappings of a nation that has lived prosperously for 400 years were everywhere, from the mahogany and ebony desk to the ivory sculptures of the founders of the Federation, their masterfully painted portraits directly above the sculptures.

It was funny, Varin thought to himself as he took a draw from his cigarette, "You can't stop the future" Varin said to himself. Barely 20 years ago, the Federal Building, more auspiciously referred to as the House of Praetoria, was near the heart of Terminus. But, as with all things, one cannot stop the march of time; Terminus spread and grew, and it has prospered. The Terminus of his forefathers, the part of the city that the House of Praetoria was in, was old, older then the Citadel, older then even the Praetorian Guard. It was as old as the Praetor Empire... As old as... As...

"President" a voice behind Varin said, "Yes, what is it?" Varin turned around to see who was requesting something, although based on her voice he could already tell who it was. A 30 something redhead with gleaming emerald eyes was standing there, shuffling through files in her hands as she began to tell the reports of the day, "The new Leviathan-Class Super Dreadnought is to be christened tomorrow, everyone already knows what it's going to be named but the ceremony is just for show. Installation reports indicate the development of another batch of 1,000 Praetorian Guardsmen, with 30 of them exhibiting Alpha qualities, of course they'll be requisitioned towards Installation Omega for further processing." Varin smiled slightly, everything seemed to be in his place, "Those are the big events of the day, the rest will be on your terminal." She said, placing the files on the desk as she began to walk out.

Varin knew that that wasn't all there was going on today, he knew something was coming, he could feel it in his bones. It came with being a Trantorican, Varin said to himself, remembering the old tale about the grumpy Caldaran and the Vaaran youth. Varin knew that them, wherever they are, know something else is coming, they always do, they never sleep.

And rain continued to patter on the windows of the House of Praetoria, as Varin looked outside, the cigarette illuminating his face.

[Amazonian Beasts]

Amazonia

It was all what had been seen before.

Amazonia had already squared off against Kraven in times past and lived to tell the tale - and now, with a Kraven fleet hovering off of Republic waters, it was simply too similar to what had transcribed in the past. Republic leadership was not stupid - they knew that three outcomes were possible from here, and only three. The Kravenites would be pushed back...or the Republic would be glassed into plates...or the two countries would be locked at war forever. There was little room for compromise with a nation so starkly independent, one that would never submit under another's fold.

Mandatory evacuation orders for civilians began immediately - but the Republic was smart about it. Women under the age of 50 and children had priority - a biased system, but it was the first wave of resource annihilation, and ultimately, one that could be seen as the most critical. Being a Conglomerate member had its perks - and to the North, the United Dominion had space and land aplenty. Some would be sacrificed in a glorious dance of death with the Kraven flotilla, but the vast lands and military might of the Republic could counter punch for punch. The fleet, the colossal behemoth of the Amazonian armed forces, began moving across the coastal cities for evacuation processes. The Kravenites couldn't risk breaking forces into smaller sub-groups, lest they provide easy pickings for the aerial armada that comprised air operations of the Republic military. Keeping the Kraven fleet centralized and en masse would benefit not only them, but also Amazonian efforts.

On the other hand, the navy would be massively underhanded to fight off the threat - most of the fleet would be reserved on escort duty now for the evacuation, or for defense duty in the Novan territory. Rather than the usual method of repelling the Kravenites before they even touched land - a method that had worked time and again - the Republic would have to win its own territory on a foot battle this time.

Aerial forces began preparing - it was far too obvious as to what was going to happen with the fleet stationed there. The VTOL craft were not yet identified, though their signatures would be hard, at best, to miss when they neared Amazonian airspace. Hunter-killer satellites rotated into place to stave off the figured Kraven carrier forces that would come from the fleet, defended by urban and country defense installations.

It was a time for war.

[Brewdomia]

The Nexus.

150 KM off the coast of The Nexus, evil waited , sharpening it’s swords, and armoring it’s cavalry. The tension grew, as the civilians, atheist, Christian or Tsellian, were evacuated from the cities, packing chin tight around alleys and airports, as planes began evacuating women and children out of the country. The Nexus grew alive as millions of men, volunteered to serve in honor of their country. Blood was about to be spilled, from who, remained a question…

Adjudicator’s System.

He sat there, blankly staring at the RORSAT imagery that played on the screen. Thousands of vessels, were lined up in perfect formation, armed to the teeth, devoid of human life, and powered by the abominations of the planet. The Adjudicator paced in his mind, as only a few hours before, he had ordered Adjudication Protocol 567, ordering women and children to be evacuated to other Conglomerate states. “These ar-are not pests. They are full fledged monsters, who savor at the opportunity to strike our nation. I am assuming the navy is on full alert, admiral?” The screen grew static as the tele-conference took place, The Admiral, was suffering from Insomnia, ever since The Kravenites were tracked off Oceania Amazonia. His speech slurred, and his body was weary, but as a trained soldier, he remained ever vigiliant…

“Of course sir, all of our ships have proceeded to defensive positions, of our coast.” said the aged admiral. “Excellent. They must bleed, they must bleed until their intestines pour out, and their vessels lay submerged under the East Brewdomian Sea.” Silence took a choke hold on the room like a boa constrictor finishing of it’s prey, as no one uttered a sound. “Break them from the skies, under the seas, and from the land. They shall find no safe haven, as we battle until our last soldier, outnumbered, fires his last round.”

...

Around The Nexus, thousands of planes, grew to life, like mad wildebeasts, with a hunger for Kravenite shipping… The open plains were soon filled with smog and dirt from Katana MBT’s as they rumbled across the country side to the back of the country. Cities were no longer filled with the various aromas and sounds they had, it was empty, the ooze of silence crept over the array of Brewdomian Cities…

The Nexus defense grid had been setup, the soldiers armed, as The Adjudicator watched, in his game of chess…

[Brewdomia]

Evil is an odd thing. It does not die, nor does it flourish. It merely exists, it’s goals of terror remain unhindered, as it prances, spreading it’s tentacles to all corners of the globe. We were next. As a high commander, I sat in on the conversations regarding the Kravenites. Each conversation stressing the strengths and weaknesses of the Kravenites, but I knew, this was not where their true power came from. The image of The Kravenites conveyed evil and fear into our hearts, each breath of ours, we treated it like the last. Their simple presence began to overwhelm us.

On that day, I stood on the deck, the breeze applying a calming sense to my body. My stomach was in knots and my sense of security remained swollen. Minutes later, hell began. Missiles clouded the sky, smokestacks rose into the sky, taunting me-and warning me of the destruction that awaited us. My mind raced, I watched the storms of metal approach at a vigorous pace. Soon, hundreds of SM-3’s cleared our VLS systems. The heat was un imaginable, the noises were unbearable as the squeals of fury quieted us.

The collisions could be seen from the deck, our missiles crashing into the Kravenite missiles. The noises rang in my ears, paining me, and crushing my eardrums. The blasts made a vivid sight, fire burned in the sky, until it came crashing down and was enveloped in the white foam of the water. The Kravenite missile strike lay rotting in the depths, slowly decaying. Of course, evil does not rest.

…

The controls of the aircraft made my hands sweaty, the sun’s reflections of the glass baked my face. The jubilance of home, the cheery scent of her perfume-it was gone. My emotions awry, I pushed forward. Indistinct chatter flowed through my radio, comrades were chatting, not a hint of depression had poisoned them-yet. Our air squadrons totaled well over 200 aircraft, and more began piercing into the skies. Our radar screens remained eerily empty, then they showed up. The screen was bloatedm and for what seemed like endless hours I remained blank, devoid of thoughts.

My mind focused, and then, thousands of our AMRAAM’s seeped towrd the Kravenite carriers. The warheads, they carried fire, the burning pain of a thermo baric. The skies remained at peace, but for what the missiles carried, storms would be conjured. The crushing pain flew toward the Kravenites, observing, and watchful of the next events.

…

I sat on the coast, never letting complacency strike me. The massive artillery cannons, I was in command of, awe me to this day. The thunderous booms of each shot, was awesome, but it’s impact, staggering. Carrying rocket assisted thermobarics each shot brought upon the destruction of fire comparable to the stars that adorned our galaxy. My head rattled as shots were let go, slicing into the smog filled air. The bitter sorrow would come next.

[Brewdomia]

The Kravenite missiles struck the first blow against The Brewdomian Fleet. A cruiser, was pierced, by Hammerstrike Cruise Missiles, and was soon swallowed whole by the waves of Poseidon. Soldiers tread through the burning waters, avoiding the failing debris and the blood soaked bodies of dead sailors. Chaos enveloped the fifth CSG, as another destroyer began to receive hits from the Kravenite swords. Captain Vincent Blackburn stood quietly on the deck of his destroyer as more and more missiles sliced through the hulls, destroying lives in an instant. He jabbed at his pocket and pulled out a cigar. Slowly lighting it up as more deafening crashes rung through his ears. Puffing a ring he muttered “The Gods do not reason…they hath bought the iron fist…”Why?” Inhaling the polluted air he paced on the deck, shuffling his dirtied boots. “Evil cripples the human race” he uttered into the wind. “Why…Why, are we punished?” Raising his hands to the thunder clouds, he shouted “You…I had faith. I HAD FAITH! Everyone else, I called them heathens and non-believers!” He spat as a missile just missed his ship. Calming himself down, he blew a haze of smoke “Ahh…You’re a fool.” A hammer strike cruise missile tore through the ship, incinerating the captain, and claiming another loss.

After the Kravenite missile salvo was finished, to Nexus began to return the favor. Missiles lay harbored in the VLS cells of the ships. In minutes, thousands of specifically designed thermo baric missiles began to target Kravenite carriers, and troop transports. At Mach 8, they pierced the sky, fury awaited the Kravenites. Hundereds of other missiles emptied the ships, targeting Kravenite escort ships. Plumes of acrid smoke cluttered the sky, war was in the mist.

125 B-1 Storm Shadows were in perfect formation. Flying at 90,000 feet in the air, they were on the cusp of the blue orb, called Planet Earth. Chatter filled the radios, coordinating against targets, they began to unload their ordnance. In minutes thousandos of JASSM’s began to exit their internal bay’s. Guided by sophisticated technologies, they fell toward the Earth. Crushing through the wind, they howled into the skies.