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Request for Foreign Aid to Combat Famine and Plague

Postby Untaroicht » Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:05 pm

The Holy Imperium of Untaroicht is a Technologically Advanced Theocratic/Meritocratic Federation comprised of 10 Provinces in the Ethereal Isles, governed by the Council of 13 (each province gets to elect one councilman, one spot is reserved for the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church of Untaroicht, Another reserved for The Primarch of The Sciences, and the final and most important seat reserved (in paper) for Jesus Christ, the "on paper" ruler of the nation.

The most unique fact about the Imperium of untaroicht is that the need for all biological reproduction has been eliminated, as every citizen is, in fact, a genetically engineered clone specifically designed for the caste they are assigned at from birth based on the needs of the economy at the time. there are five castes, each with a specific purpose and named after one of the elements of nature (with the exception of the fifth, the ethereal, being the priests, scientists, politicians, and nobility).

This is currently all the rest of the world knows of Untaroicht at this point in time, for they claim to have been isolated for nearly 2000 years. The only way we they existed was through a plea for help via telegram sent to all nearby nations, detailing the following:

For so many years have the island of untaroicht's ecosystem and environment been so mistreated that little life, animal or plant, remains on the surface. The water is a murky green and often plagued with oil spills, the air is a poisonous cloud of smog and debris, and the land is almost completely sterilized of all life. For this reason, the people of The Holy Imperium of Untaroicht have abandoned the surface, and live in vast colonies deep under the bedrock of the island. Most people of Untaroicht will never once in their entire lives witness natural sunlight, breathe unpolluted air, or feel a living tree. Nevertheless, the countless underground factories of untaroicht keep pumping their smog and dumping their waste on the surface, caring little as to what goes on above their heads.

Normally the population of 735 Million has survived through the efforts of the Earth Caste clones (the builders, farmers, miners, craftsmen, artisans, and engineers) through the farming of damp fungus and the herding of cave crustaceans. Yet a recent lethal plague entitled "The Red Pox" has wiped out over 75% of the earth caste's population. without this specialized labor force, there was no one who knew how to to harvest the fungus or tend to the crabs, and famine has killed hundreds of millions, dropping to population down to just 5 million.

The Council of 13 has promised more information about their isolated country, technology in human cloning, free land on nearby islands, and future cooperation with the outside world in exchange for food and medical supplies.

WIll your nation help this mysterious people and possibly gain more land and technology? will you possibly gain a vital ally in the future? the choice is yours.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:22 pm

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The government of the United Kingdom of Kent sends its regards by the orders of King Edward VII, it wishes to offer its support to the people of the Holy Imperium of Untaroicht in the form of medical aid and supplies we ask permission to set up a disaster centre by your capital where we can consolidate our resources to best use.

We ask you provide us with intelligence of your island such as maps, as due to your isolationist nature we presently have none, we also ask for descriptions of the plague, and as to how we can assist with combating the famine as due to your nations "unique" food production and society we are unsure how we can assist to re-establish this.

The Commonwealth and Foreign Office.


Yours faithfully
Sir James Thompson

Sectary of the Privy Council
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Postby The blood ravens » Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:25 pm

Blood Ravens Capitol building, 1600 hours.

Azariah Kyras was sitting in his office doing paperwork as usual when his secretary bursts into his office. "What is it?" He asks. "We've just recieved a telegram from Untaroitch requesting help with famine and plague" "Who?" "Untaroitch, it's a country no one has heard from in awhile" "Did we get a location?" He asks and the secretary pulls out a map. She marks a island. "That's the location? I always thought it was a toxic waste dump or something. Anyways send them a telegram telling them aid is on the way" The secretary nods and runs out.

To: Untaroitch
From: Azariah Kyras Chapter Master of the Blood Ravens

We have received your telegram and are sending aid now. Due to the toxicity of the island they will be wearing sealed power armor so if you see them do not be scared. The aid should arrive in a day. Also we will need to know how to get to your settlements.

Meanwhile at the docks 3 military RORO (Roll on roll off) transports are being loaded with cargo trucks and supplies. A company of Spacemarines is accompanying the transports.
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Postby Untaroicht » Sat Feb 09, 2013 4:40 pm

We thank you for your almsgiving, noble foreigners. The only maps of our nation we have had for the past 400 years are of the underground provinces, many of them are possibly not even below the island itself, but rather under the surrounding ocean. The Air Caste (the navy and astronauts of the nation) clones are currently attempting to draw up maps of the surface to release to the public. While this is going on, the Ethereal caste scientists are currently searching the ancient archives for ancient maps of the surface. This could be a lengthy process, however, as the imperium's archives are said to contain over 700 million books and countless more recordings.

As requested, we are more than happy to release information regarding the plague. The red pox is, as of yet, so far only contagious to clones of the earth caste, possibly due to a unforeseen mutation. in order to better understand the patients, the Primarch of the Sciences has allowed information of the earth caste clones to be released:

Earth Caste: The Earth clones are the builders, farmers, miners, craftsmen, artisans, and engineers of the federation. Earth clones are on average a good deal shorter than other federation castes or foreigners, being normally four feet in height, but are a great deal more resilient. They have a large amount of muscle mass and are genetically engineered to have tough and thick skin which is highly resistant to pain, allowing them to survive the daily industrial accidents of the federation’s factories that would kill a foreigner outright. Despite their short, thick-fingered hands, earth clones have a very high degree of manual dexterity, and are able to operate the most intricate machinery with ease, making them the perfect laborers. As the caste that is most likely to rebel in the event of a genetic engineering fault, their brains hard wired to have a stoic outlook on life, diligently performing their work. Any sense of ambition or depression is wiped out before cracking and replaced with pride and content. Their labor is respected, and considered no less valuable to the overall grand scheme of things than the other functions of the other castes. Despite this, because they are the most numerous (making up at least 40% of the population), they live in the worst conditions of the federation, as they tend to live in small, simple huts mostly made of mortar derived from animal dung and mud on site of their places of work, so it is not uncommon for there to be hundreds of these crude dwellings inside a colossal state-of-the-art factory.

The red pox has an incubation period of about 37 hours and it's symptoms are:
• Sores
• Boils
• Cysts
• Hypersensitivity
• Necrosis
• Hemorrhaging
• Fatigue
• Nausea
• Vomiting
• Pulmonary Edema
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sat Feb 09, 2013 5:02 pm

King Edward give's the order for a small force consisting of the 1st Battalion the East Kent Regiment aswell as the Medical Core and 1st Battalion Kent Logistics core to be dispatched at once to the island of untaroicht, along with 3 supply vessals and a Ruler class Escort carrier which within them hold large amounts of food and medicine for the Imperium.

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This task force will take a estimated 2 days to reach the area the Island is believed to be, but as to how the island will affect the soldiers and the men is unkown, the men are already being issued gas masks and will be taught basic conatagion procedures while on the way to the crisis.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sat Feb 09, 2013 5:20 pm

A day passes and the three ships disembark. It takes several hours for them to get to the island and another hour to find a suitable landing zone. The supplies are loaded into rhino APCs so the pollutants do not contaminate the supplies. The first convoy of APCs disembark and head inland. "This place is worse then I expected, it doesn't even look like anything lived here" a marine in the lead vehicle comments. "This is the worst contamination I've ever seen, it's worse then Krieg, and Krieg was nuked." The vehicles maintain a column while navigating the contaminated wasteland.

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Postby Untaroicht » Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:46 pm

As the power-armored clad blood ravens venture through the wasteland searching for any entrances to the underground cities, one rhino APC encounters Untaroicht citizens, the first contact the nation has had with the outside world in 2000 years. There are ten slender women, wearing revealing silk robes and gas masks hooked to oxygen tanks to protect them against the elements. The women approach the blood ravens and hand them a electronic tablet, similar to an ipad, with a message on it.

--Welcome to The Holy Imperium of Untaroicht, Blood Ravens!--

Forgive our inability to talk, as these gas masks are most uncomfortable.
We are members of the water caste, each of us representing the ten provinces of our most sacred land. We are immune to the Red Pox, but in the interests of diplomacy we have decided to share information about our caste to you.

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Water Caste: The water clones make up all the Merchants, lawyers, diplomats, venture capitalists, ambassadors, and tradesmen of the federation. This caste is unique because all water clones are female. You see, the federation, long observing foreign lands but never contacting them until now, has realized that most foreign governments are patriarchal (having primarily males in power), and the federation has also realized the sales power of physical attraction. As such, the water clones are genetically engineered to match the most basic human perceptions of beauty in order to advance the federation’s goals in diplomacy through the manipulation of lust. Water clones often have big lips, childbearing hips, and other features that prey on foreigner’s attraction. Other federation castes themselves, having eliminated all forms of biological reproduction through the advanced caste cloning process, need to be brainwashed to be more inclined to listen to water clones (with the exception of the ethereal caste, as this would cause corruption and manipulation in the church and government). Water clones are slightly taller than other clones, and are infamous for their ways with words, lies, and false compliments, often being cracked with literal forked tongues. The water caste is the most well-off of the non-ethereal clones, as most water clones live lives of luxury apartments and high-lofted vistas carved into the walls overlooking federation cities, watching with pride as they see their newest products being used by the somewhat gullible earth caste in their daily work.
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The entrance to our capital, New Jerusalem, is not far from here, follow us as we lead you to them. Once there we will enter the 777 digit long password to open the airlock, then the first thing you will encounter are the earth-caste dwellings, where the plague is at its worst. following the tunnels you will then enter the hustling and bustling water caste bazaars, a stark contrast to the stone-age conditions the earth caste lives in. once past the bazaars you will find fire caste clones (the warriors of our society) ready to receive the food and medical supplies, along with one Ethereal Priest to welcome you.

--Better crippled in the body than corrupt in the mind--

The water clones then pointed to the south, and began walking.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sat Feb 09, 2013 7:46 pm

The captain looks over the tablet. The rhinos follow close behind the women. An apothecary in one of the rhinos prepares the red pox vaccines. "I never thought we would need these vaccines again." He says while preparing the syringes. Several soldiers take samples of the soil and water.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 3:49 am

The Kentish fleet came slowly towards a bay on the island the sky is dark, the soil gray and the water is like nothing the soldiers had ever seen, to chronicle the mission the task force had brought a camera but every photo taken appeared black and white due to the lack of light.

Captain Smith {Captain of the Ruler Class Escort Carrier} "I don’t know about this General, I’ve never seen a place like this everything is dead and our men are not trained to deal with mass pandemics.

General Arthur {Commander of the Task Force} "I know our men will do their best we launch the landing here and get the medical supplies on shore first and set up a camp near the beach while we unload"

The 3 supply vessels began to launch landing craft and ships to place the soldiers and medical staff plus supplies on the beach, the work is slow but very soon a small camp of tents and boxes of food and supplies was set up, unsure what to do now the General sends out a small patrol under the command of Lieutenant Everton he and a patrol of 50 men set off into the bleak wilderness.

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Postby Untaroicht » Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:40 am

10 more water caste ambassador women meet up with the Kentish military supply forces and hand then another tablet with the same message. They lead them to the entrance to New Jerusalem.

Meanwhile, the gates to New Jerusalem are opened to the blood ravens. It is a colossal metal hatch in the earth that, when opened, reveal a large road that seems to descend into a black hole. once inside, the gates are closed again, and the women remove their gas masks.

"It is safe to breathe now. In fact, it is better to breathe here than most places on the planet, for the air in here is over 35% pure oxygen." one of the water clones say. The blood ravens and ambassadors follow the road until they come across the Earth caste ghettos.

Scattered all over the streets are thousands of decaying bodies of earth caste clones in giant piles. These bodies have been stripped of any valuables by the greedy water caste merchants to pawn off, and they are little more than piles of bone bone now as wild hermit crabs have picked any meat off.

The conditions the earth caste live in are abysmal. the asphalt road leading to the water caste's bazaars and the numerous giant factories pumping smog into tubes to the surface are the only signs of advanced civilization, as there are hundreds of crude mud and dung huts dotted on both sides of the road in shanty towns, similar to what one would find the the poorest and most isolated regions of africa, along with cave paintings on the walls of the city. surprisingly, despite the dung huts and decaying plague bodies, the only smell one can sense is the strong scent of incense being pumped throughout the city. "The Patriarch of the Orthodox Church has demanded holy incense to be pumped through all quarters of the city to pacify the starving and diseased." one water ambassador says. it is hard to hear her, however, as countless loudspeakers chant throughout the streets, "Holy God, holy mighty, holy immortal, have mercy on us!"

"Apothecary!" one space marine calls out. "Is that what I think it is?" the space marine points to five twelve-foot tall muscular men in titanium battle suits approaching with strange, alien-looking plasma rifles in hand.

"Do my eyes deceive me, are those the ancient thunder warriors we heard about our chapter's archives?!" the apothecary asks in a shocked manner. "Not even close. those are the FIRE warriors, the smallest caste. there are only 10,000 fire warriors in the entire nation of 5 million, but they are genetically engineered to be the ultimate super soldier. right now it seems like they are here to guard us against any looters." the water caste clones explain.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:01 pm

The captain orders the marines to begin unloading the supplies. "These conditions are horrible, even those in poverty are better off" the captain says. The apothecaries approach the water caste clones. "Bring us to the sick and dying" One says. Meanwhile the back at the ships the next convoy is dispatched. The captain marks the location of the airlock so supplies can be flown in via dropships.

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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:02 pm

Lieutenant Everton and his patrol were moving slowly across the barren terrain, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing vast plains of dust and water of the darkest black, as he settled his men into a camp after a day of marching 10 strange beings were sighted by the lads on stag duty, but as they drew closer the guns lowered and the men marvelled at the beauty of the beings before them.

Only the Lieutenant kept his head and went to talk to the water caste who without much talk handed him a tablet explaining the way to their city called "New Jerusalem” he sent a runner back to the main force and ordered his men to follow the ambassadors back to their city.

The runner after hours reached the General who ordered the camp to be packed up and to move forwards to the location of “New Jerusalem” , a vast convoy of trucks and cars moved slowly over the island struggling in the sinking marshes and ground it would take a day and a half to reach their city.
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Postby Untaroicht » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:34 pm

The blood ravens wrote:The captain orders the marines to begin unloading the supplies. "These conditions are horrible, even those in poverty are better off" the captain says. The apothecaries approach the water caste clones. "Bring us to the sick and dying" One says. Meanwhile the back at the ships the next convoy is dispatched. The captain marks the location of the airlock so supplies can be flown in via dropships.

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The fire warriors order what seem to be countless earth clones to line up in single file one at a time for a vaccine. As this is going on, however, several civilian water caste clones (not the ambassadors) begin setting up concession stands on the side of the road, trying to peddle fake cures. "Why would any self-respecting clone trust a foreigner with his life, when you can purchase *insert brand name here* brand miracle tonics for only 200 Alms!" they shout at the earth clones.

"Those vile wretches, always exploiting a crisis for their own monetary gain! what a shamefull display of my caste." one of the ambassadors stated. the fire warriors began arresting the snake oil salesmen in droves, as one fire warrior asks the ambassadors what their punishment should be.

"we cannot afford our people to look bad during first contact." one ambassador whispered. "But we need to prevent this from happening again. Take them back to the water bazaars and execute them the traditional way. And make sure no foreigners see it!"

"Understood. Lieutenant, take these snake oil merchants back to the bazaars and ready the poles for impalement. let this be a lesson to those who seek to exploit the downtrodden." one fire warrior commands the others. they begin to take the water merchants away, as they scream for help.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:44 pm

Lieutenant Everton and his men reach the gates to New Jerusalem and are amazed that these people need our help their technology is much more advanced than our own, and he wonders how bad things could be that they need help.

The convoy not far behind soon reaches the gate to the city and begin to unloading the supplies to be taken into the city.

The General goes to seek out some sort of commander to ask what his men and the medical core can do to help.
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Postby Untaroicht » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:57 pm

United Kingdom of Kent wrote:Lieutenant Everton and his men reach the gates to New Jerusalem and are amazed that these people need our help their technology is much more advanced than our own, and he wonders how bad things could be that they need help.

The convoy not far behind soon reaches the gate to the city and begin to unloading the supplies to be taken into the city.

The General goes to seek out some sort of commander to ask what his men and the medical core can do to help.


Suddenly, the gates begin to open automatically, and standing behind them are thirty fire warriors and what appears to be one incredibly obese man in ornate silk robes sitting on a levitating armchair, signaling them to come inside. the water caste ambassadors hand the Lieutenant the tablet again, but this time the writing has changed.
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Ethereal Caste: The Ethereals are the highest caste, and make up the clergy of the orthodox church, the scientists who study new technology and operate the cloning facilities, and the politicians whom run the government. The Ethereals can live the longest of the other castes, the oldest having been recorded as living for up to 600 years, but are always in bad health. they are incredibly obese, old, and weak and therefore cannot walk. Therefore, all ethereals sit in hover-thrones, which are comfortable levitating chairs with advanced life-support and toilet systems that use anti-gravity technology to support the massive weight of the ethereals. What they lack for in physiology, however, the ethereals make up for in sheer intelligence. The average IQ for your typical ethereal is at least 270, and it only gets higher as they live longer. This allows them to make advanced decisions and solve the most complex problems with relative ease, and they make the perfect scientists. it was the ethereals who created the plasma technology used in the fire caste's rifles, the underground city systems where all the clones live, and the DNA strands for each caste. without the ethereals, all of the imperium's society would crumble overnight. Every councilman on the council of 13 is an ethereal, and the ethereals are the best cared for of the clones. They can live anywhere they want, and often live in the finest mansions of marble carved into the bedrock of the island, where they are guarded by swarms of fire warriors all the time.
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once inside, all the clones remove their protective gear and the ethereal begins speaking.

"Peace be unto all and to thy spirits, Foreigners! I am Supreme Patriarch Hashut of Untaroicht's Orthodox Church, the eleventh councilman of the council of 13. we have good news for you, as we have uncovered a papyrus map of the surface from the archives dating back 1300 years ago, along with a sketch of what the island's environment originally looked like. Consider them a gift to king edward. as you observe the map, please follow me to the earth caste's quarters."

one fire warrior kneels down and hands the lieutenant the map and the sketch of the island. it would appear that the island was once a series of marshlands full of biodiversity.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:58 pm

The apothecaries begin administering syringes with the red pox vaccines to the earth caste while the marines stack crates of supplies. An aircraft carrier and a container ship full of supplies leave port for the island. "How many earth caste need vaccinated? We need to check the manifest to see if we need more vaccines." The captain says while looking at a holopad with the manifest.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:10 pm

General Arthur "We thank you for your gift ill be sure the Lieutenant gets it back to the King."

The General and most of the task force begin to move into the city, the poverty shocks him and his men, a few throw up as they march through the Earth Caste “quarters” if it can be called that, vast piles of bodies mark the road and the vast area of ram shackled buildings and homes, as they get into the centre of the “town” his medical core under the guard of the East Kent Regiment soldiers begin to spread out to help the few earth castes around.

The General looks around and spots a strange number of large soldiers in armour about 200 yards further down the road and sets off to investigate whom they are.

The rest of the Task force brings down food and supplies to the town and begins to set up tents on the road to house the infected and as a HQ for the relieve effort.

Back at the ships the Admiral sends out a number of planes to survey the island.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:21 pm

The captain continues looking through the manifest when he gets a message. He walks up to the ambassador. "Another shipment of supplies is coming in via dropship, robots will be hauling in the supplies so open the door for them" the captain hands the ambassador a holopad with a picture on it. http://www.freakanimes.info/freakachan/ ... 571634.jpg


The two additional ships arrive and heavy lift thunder hawks take off of the aircraft carriers and take containers from the ship. They then plot a course for the airlock.
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Postby Untaroicht » Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:27 pm

United Kingdom of Kent wrote:General Arthur "We thank you for your gift ill be sure the Lieutenant gets it back to the King."
The General looks around and spots a strange number of large soldiers in armour about 200 yards further down the road and sets off to investigate whom they are.


The general has entered the water caste's bazaars. In stark contrast to the squalor the earth caste lives in, the Water clone's area of the city is a hustling and bustling cityscape. street performers with robot servants play techno music to the masses for the money and entertainment of their peers, churches of marble and gold are seen here and there, up high one can see the luxury apartments the water clones live in that are carved into the walls, and hundreds of shops for all things are lined up amongst the road, all looking in great condition, clean, pristine and sterile. in the windows of the shops there are many luxury goods, from electronics to fine silk clothing to precious jewelry to exotic pets captured by the air caste in far off lands. however, any grocery stores and food stands are completely empty and it would appear they have been damaged by the hungry masses.

However, not all is as nice as it seems. a team of fire warriors spots the general and follows him.

"Mi'lord, as members of the Inquisition we must ask that you vacate the water caste's quarters at once, for their is an public execution going on over where the rest of my squad is. It is truly nasty business but I can assure you those guilty deserve to pay for their greed in blood."
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:40 pm

The 5 thunder hawks fly in and place the containers in a neat row outside the airlock, they then land and let out the Necrons (Now 100% less genocidal) they then load crates into hover dollies. Approximately 20 Necrons line up outside the airlock each accompanying a dolly.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:08 pm

General Arthur looks at the fire warriors “I see may I ask what will happen to these individuals?” he is disgusted that these members of the water caste can live so happily when less that 200 yards down the road is a vast pit of death and poverty.

Meanwhile the task force under the direction of Major Paddington continue to unload the vast number of supplies and medical goods from the trucks parked outside the towns gate, the camp is more or less set up now and some of the infected are filling wards set up in a number of quarantine tents, the troops on guard are on edge though everywhere there look is more and more death and where there is not death vast crowds are gathering to view the soldiers.

Hungry crowds are gathering around the food disruption points, and the soldiers are hard pressed to hold them back and keep the situation civil and ensure the food is handed out equally.
The Major spots the Thunder Hawks landing marvels of technology in his eyes and heads over to who he believes to be the leader of the other foreign relive force.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:10 pm

The captain notices the soldier walking towards him "Can I help you?" He asks as he faces the soldier.

Meanwhile the spacemarines easily maintain order while handing out food.
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Postby United Kingdom of Kent » Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:16 pm

Major Paddington "Yes I’m Major Paddington commander of the East Kent Regiment First Battalion, I was coming over to see if there’s any way we could combine our efforts to help these people, for one could we have use of your flying plane things (He doesn’t really know what they are but just knows they would be useful) to unload more supplies from our navy docked in a bay a few miles away, it would take our convoy a day to get there and another to get back.”

As he says this he marvels at the sheer size of this soldier a good 2 feet taller than him, even though he is a good 6 foot.

He admires their armour, and wonders what they might know about this dieses ravaging the Earth Caste.
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Postby Untaroicht » Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:21 pm

United Kingdom of Kent wrote:General Arthur looks at the fire warriors “I see may I ask what will happen to these individuals?”


"As it has been tradition for the past 2000 years, the guilty will be fed several perspiration drugs that increase sensitivity to pain, and then they will be impaled on a sharp, barbed iron pole between the legs and through the mouth. This can last several hours before death. This will be viewable in public and will be broadcasted on public access television for all citizens to see as the price for crime and heresy." one fire warrior stated to the general.

Meanwhile, several squads of fire warriors begin to assist Major Paddington and his forces in holding back the hungry crowds, even offering the Kentish soldiers spare plasma rifles for use.

"Just turn the knob down to stun and it should be just enough to give the earth clones a good sting. your bullets would probably be as effective as peas against their thick skin should a riot break out." one fire warrior stated to a kentish soldier as he handed him a small plasma rifle.
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Postby The blood ravens » Sun Feb 10, 2013 2:22 pm

"I'll have the carrier Armageddon send over a few thunder hawks to help carry supplies. Anything else?" Meanwhile the Necrons enter the airlock and walk past us with the dollies. The captain says something in an ancient long dead language and points. The Necrons unload the crates there and head back up to get more.
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