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Tongan Coast
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Postby Tongan Coast » Thu Sep 15, 2016 10:31 am

Fallout: Civilization Rebuilt


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After thousands of posts, it is time for the wildly popular Fallout: Rebuilding Civilization to find new life, in a new thread. This is a rare chance for nations who where not previously involved to get a chance to join in on this rounds events. Note: This is not a Fallout RP, some things are similar, but not the same.


SIgn up here: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=388646

History
Five Years After the Events of the Previous Thread
During 2070 7 Years before the war started, the United Nations released a report called Population Report 15 which described how humans had reached the carrying capacity of the planet and would within 20 years completely deplete all the resources on the planet.
This was a precursor to a series of wars over resources, water, land, farmland, metals which raged in the shadows for seven years.
In 2075, a virus was released called the Rage virus a variation on rabies. It was the first version of the walker plague. It first raged through India and Pakistan then began spreading around the world. By 2076, the plague was contained. However, not before a bioterrorist group called the Red Hand managed to get samples of the plague. They believed in limiting the population of humans on earth.
In 2077 a limited nuclear war happened. Beijing and Moscow were hit by an orbital thors hammer strike from a spy satellite of unknown origins. This triggered a counter strike against the United States which led to a nuclear war. What saved humanity was the presence of a secret network of anti-ballistic lasers, railguns, and missiles. This limited the war enough for humanity to survive.
Also, some of the AI military systems went rogue and refused to launch the missiles. Of particular importance was an AI in Texas attached to the Eschalon network which killed all the people in the base and decided to start over. This AI has escaped its base and is building a separate city. It has been kidnapping children and gathering allies for a completely unknown purpose.
However, the Red Hand acted in the chaos to reduce the population size of the survivors. They released an airborne virus which sterilized people. By the time the virus finished, there were pockets of thousands of survivors, mutants, and others. Where there would have been millions, there were thousands. This left massive areas of open land and inexplicable emptiness in many places.
Through 2077, the war raged on for three years until there was no more capacity for war. This was followed by a nuclear winter that lasted for a full twenty years.
Some of the government survived in Canada and other places. There were bunkers set up for several years underground. The governments tried to stay hidden and maintain a kind of peace. Those that survived formed a secret organization called the Organization of Nonaligned States whose goal was to stop the formation of a technological superpower and prevent the path to nuclear war happening again.
There were others who went into deep bunkers with cold sleep. Consolidated Equity Estates Planning corporation had quietly made arrangements for some of the world's most powerful corporate leaders to be put into cold sleep as the war happened. They remained in deep vaults which are just now starting to open. They would not open until there were signs of emerging civilization.
A few of the military bases survived the war in the deep oceans. These bases were built by China, the United States, and Russia and were designed for long term survival. There have been rumors that submarines flying the old worlds colors have started appearing.
The emergence of factions in the old world has caused instability. In Sunny Acre Farms, Magadan was attacked and destroyed, but not before some of the assets were moved. The attack came from unknown assailants. During the attack, Doctor Faustus and his assistant Nancy were revealed to be agents of the red hand. Doctor Faustus was killed and Nancy escaped. Seattle harbor and many of the trade harbors had ships laden with explosives and napalm disguised as merchant ships enter the harbor and level them.
In Texas there was a civil war between the AI factions and the Brotherhood of Steel. There were two AI factions, an AI faction which had built android humans, and an AI faction that had built combat robots. The Brotherhood came out the victor because they were able to get arms and additional troops from Canadian holdings overwhelming the AIs as well as heavy weapons, rocket technology and armor through trade.
However, one of the complexes where the Rogue AI was thought to be was found to be completely empty. It had moved out into the world and escaped from Texas. The contents of this facility were supposed to be enough to supply 100,000 people.
The UAR, Hungary, Sunny Acre Farms and others were plagued by by anti-tech raiders who attempted to destroy their manufacturing capacity as well as rashes of kidnappings of children and strange cases of corruption where people appeared to be physically altered (plastic surgery, gene therapy, and other methods)
A new order has slowly emerged, different than the old order. Civilization has returned, but a different kind of civilization in some ways.

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Tongan Coast
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Postby Tongan Coast » Thu Sep 15, 2016 10:33 am

Kigali, Unified African Republic 0700 Local time
President Petit sat in his office and looked at his map. It had been 5 years since his conquest of Canada, and they had not treated his nation well. In just 5 years he had singlehandedly lost almost 1/3 of his territory. The oil and food reserves he had built for his people were all but empty, it seemed as though the UAR time as leader of the world was ending, but not without a fight.

In the north, his primary ally, Communist Hungary, had all but been destroyed by infighting and raiders. He received word that throughout the world more and more small nations were arising. Petit figured he had little time before they saw through his façade of an empire, for it was large in land and population but he was simply spread too thin.

Perhaps though, if he was to contact them, if he was to somehow find smaller nations he could use their thirst to grow as a weapon. Buy their allegiance to him by giving them land, technology, or more. It was a long shot but perhaps it could work.

This is a radio message to the nations of the world. I am president petit of the unified sdvboedioioiorjo I would like to make contact with your nation. Please erohohdgoiojwoifn at your earliest convenience. This message will repeat in 30 seconds..

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Postby Kalarax » Thu Sep 15, 2016 1:39 pm

The National Assembly Building, Minsk, New Kalarax
Upon picking up a transmission in the Minsk ComTech Bunker, the engineers brought the message to the Emperor. The following message is beign transmitted, on the same frequency, directly back at the origin of the original signal. The message is,

"Greetings from New Kalarax we wish to set up more stable communication with you. This message will repeat."

Once news got out, the people of Kalarax began to rejoice, there were others who had survived the apocalypse. Perhaps all hope was not lost. The Emperor then decided to prepare his personnel airplane just in case they were to meet face to face with the leaders of the Unified... people.
Kalarax, a very stable and somewhat progressive totalitarian state ruled by the mysterious Oligarchy. It is riddled in a strict labour system, practitioner of free market capitalism and kept in line by secret police known as Inquisitors. See Wilinisian Sweden's factbooks of a complete list of my nations, IRL.

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Postby Arstotzzkka » Thu Sep 15, 2016 1:51 pm

Arstotzka,Bruce's Office

Bruce was tuning the radio hoping to get a signal or message,By luck he finally got it to work and caught a message on it and starts to contact whoever it was in hopes of finding a nation that is live and well.

Greetings.This is Bruce Graves speaking with you, I have found your radio message and I was surprised that a nation could survive this terrible war, I would like to meet you in person. Where is your nation located?.
GLORY TO ARSTOTZKA!
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Postby Chunmei » Thu Sep 15, 2016 3:49 pm

13:40 SST, Ministry of Government, Taichung City, Shenzhu

"Apologies for the interruption, Mr. Prime Minister," the well-dressed official uttered as he stumbled through the aforementioned minister's office towards his desk. The man himself, none other than Shenzhu Prime Minister Shi Leung, sitting at his usual seat and staring absentmindedly out the back window at the city of Taichung beyond, twitched his head slightly to acknowledge the new arrival's presence.

"Speak," the elderly minister breathed. Clearing his throat, the flustered official tossed a printed sheet of paper onto the PM's desk and began to explain himself.

"It's urgent, sir. 20 minutes ago, a communications widecast was detected on official government frequencies. The source was... ahem, as far as we can tell, the transmission originated in Africa. They were brief, but they claimed to represent a unified government led by a... President Petit, and requested to make contact with anyone who was listening," he recited to the prime minister, who made little effort to display his own reaction to the news.

"You're certain?" he replied after several moments of silence.

"Absolutely. The message was slightly garbled, but the intention came through very clearly," the other man responded affirmatively, straightening his tie as he did. Leung furrowed his brow, deep in thought as he finally swiveled his chair around to face the messenger standing before his desk. In his old age, he was having more and more trouble recognizing every other face that came into his office, but the half-sure posture and the accent said it all.

"...of course, you took all the necessary precautions and combed that message inside and out to ensure without a doubt that it was sent on this very day by a very real person with very real desires to make contact and establish mutually beneficial relations with us. Correct, Minister Chun?"

"...of course, sir. No mistake about it. Checked it myself, had Brigadier General Lim come in and check it himself. It's as legitimate as I can make it sound,"

"...all right, then."



Most esteemed greetings, President Petit. Your transmission was received by the representative government at Taichung City, in the State of Shenzhu, and after a period of strict contemplation, we wish to reciprocate and establish a communications line with your nation. As perplexing as it was to receive a hail from a land so far from our own, the news is of the utmost reassurance that civilization continues to thrive worldwide in the wake of the greatest tragedy to befall humankind in recorded history. Once details as to the location and appropriate title of your nation have been confirmed, discussions can officially commence.

On behalf of Shi Leung, Prime Minister of the State of Shenzhu, thank you.
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Postby Serio » Thu Sep 15, 2016 6:14 pm

The U.S.S. North Carolina
The air in the North Carolina was tense, and it wasn't because it was twenty years old. Well, it was, no one knew what the hell was going on and they wanted answers. Daniel was in the bridge giving a briefing to the chiefs of each specific section, engineering, armaments, etc. Once they all had a grasp of what the hell was happening Daniel decided it was time to use the Submarine wide intercom and give everyone the news.

"You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. I'm here to tell you." Said Daniel "You were all frozen, for twenty years. We hopefully survived the nuclear winter, we're going to rise soon, get some fresh air, and think about this."

After this message he sent the command to rise, and hope for the best.

They rose to the surface, and Daniel opened the hatch and looked outside. It looked surprisingly normal, but he wasn't worried about looks, more so the feeling. They let the submarine refill with new air, some people went outside, then Daniel gave the order for all hands on deck.

The intercom ringed out "We're going to set a course for new Orleans, we're going to figure out what happened. Hopefully the Dry dock is still there and there are people alive."

And with that they were off, trying to find out just what happened in twenty years. Though, they were doing one thing on the way, constantly scanning for any radio signal and emitting constant messages over it.


(OOC: Sorry for the short post, I got to wake up pretty early tomorrow and I spent my time with homework and LOL)
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Postby Rhomaia » Thu Sep 15, 2016 6:58 pm

14:00 EET, Imperial Center for Administration, Department of Communications, Aurepouli

There was a buzz of activity in and around the gilded Imperial building that lie in the center of the city of Aurepouli, standing above most of the ruined, shabby houses and old storefronts that had been all but ravaged since the days of the Great War, like a beacon of light and hope that all could gaze upon and admire. Soldiers clad in black, red and gold military uniform marched in the streets with rifles in hand, each one stalwart and stone faced as they made their daily patrol under the Greek sun.

Inside the building, there was much excited and skeptical chatter, for one peculiar reason. While looking through the many old radio stations besides those that were state owned for security reasons, a number of personnel had reported a message from a 'President Petit', calling to every remaining civilization on the planet and asking for an answer from those who would be hearing his call.

A number of officers stationed within the building were surprised to hear such a message, but were relatively unsure of what to make of the message: the words of 'Petit' were garbled and staticky, and needed to be put through a translator before any sense could be made of them. A copy of the transmission had been transcribed onto a piece of paper by one of the workers in the radio room, wherein from the broadcast had been first heard, and was currently being read by a man in formal military garb, looking very much to be an official of at the rank of at least General. His face looked rather youthful, and he could be said to look barely over the age of twenty five years, with boyishly disheveled hair reminiscent of a figure like Alexander the Great or Pompeius Magnus.

The General spoke authoritatively to the personnel in the room, those including a bespectacled aide in an Imperial soldier's uniform, who was recording every word his commander uttered upon a small, yellowed notepad.

"Do we know the source of this message, and just who sent it? I need to know if this isn't just some group of raiders or rogue nationals trying to garner attention for some bloody recruitment program." he said with an edge to his voice, asserting his power over the staff with every word.

"Sir, yes sir. In the last few minutes, our tracers have been able to isolate the signal to a few select locations within Sub-Saharan Africa, but the most likely answer seems to be from Kigali, Old Rwanda." a soldier said, coming into the room with a file folder in hand, giving it to the General. "And you won't believe who sent the message.''

"Anáthema Afrikanoí..." the man muttered to himself as he looked through the manilla folder, with his aide not recording the words, for fear of some later consequence from the General. "So...Petit of the United African Republic...Politician, Expansionist, Militarist..."

"Prágmati, nai." the soldier replied, letting out a breath and shaking his head in disbelief. "Their hermit empire has been in decline for years. They've spread themselves all over the continent, in Morocco, Nigeria, Egypt, even Arabia, for the love of Ílios! They're spread thin, and they are either looking for allies, or they want badly to be discovered and destroyed." he requited with a cool look on his face. "Thus, we know the situation...But how shall we respond, Legátou?"

The general thought for a moment, considering his options. There could be any number of ways the Empire could respond to the African's call, or could ignore it entirely and continue as it had in the Balkans, isolating itself from the affairs of a failing southern power that could give it little it didn't already have. And yet, they could always be of use...

"Reply with a message of greetings and formality...Make it official, and declare that we are an empire as they are, but do not tell them of our location, and encrypt the signal if you need to. Archon Drakos will not tolerate foreign envoys dirtying the floors of his palace."

The personnel nodded at the General's decision and saluted him as he walked out of the room accompanied by his aide. Soon as he had left, those in the radio room had begun a response.

Good morrow, President Petit. The officials of the Aurelian Empire have recieved your message loud and clear, and wish to convey their joy upon discovering that we are not the only bastion of civilization left in this world, after the devastation dealt by the Great War. God and His Angels smile surely smile upon this day, for the denizens of Aurelia and Africa alike may know that neither is alone. Further communication from your nation will be most appreciated, and we await your reply.

Transmitted with consent of Arion Petros, Próti Legátou of the New Aurelian Empire.

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Postby Tysoania » Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:36 pm

The radio operator in Lewes heard the message first. It was so distorted that she could barely make it out; however, she eventually did, with the help of the system's recorder. The message was duly transcribed and passed up the chain of command, eventually landing on the desk of General Booker Luell. Not that the General had been doing anything else at the moment, of course.

A salvage crew had found the old church on the outskirt of town, unlooted. Perhaps it was because it was a holy place; perhaps it was the heaps of skeletons of people who had tried to escape the imminent radiation poisoning by hiding here. Either way, the stone building still maintained most of its structural integrity, and was commandeered by the republic's government as the new legislature and administration building. Once a week, the chosen representatives of each of the little farming villages that dotted the republic gathered here to debate and pass new laws. General Luell, who was the republic's president, was assigned his own office, while the other senior leaders were assigned broom closets.

After the end of yesterday's legislature, he had arrived here to find nothing new on his desk. Other than the old requests for intervention in minor disputes or his presence at a ceremony, that was. The firestarter, as the staff called it, had gone into the fireplace in the operations room after a brief read-through. And now, here he was, with an empty desk. And so he stood up and took a walk around the upper floor. The local salvage crew, which was what everyone called the local repairmen and scavengers, had done quite a nice job on this building. They had even found some carpets for the floors. The upper floor had a nice view over the assembly room, and whenever there was a legislature gathering, this floor was always crowded with travelers and sightseers hoping to catch a glimpse of someone important. All other days, though, it was dead silent, with only the occasional military officer or administrative staffer walking through. This was in stark comparison to the operations room. The room contained the only long-range radio set within 100 km, and so military and government personnel were forced to share it, and they wound up working in the same room, with the walls covered in either marked-up maps or lists of people and locations. It was always hectic in there, and so people who didn't need to be there avoided it like the plague.

When the general returned to his desk, he noticed a new paper. He picked it up and read it as he moved to sit down. Something about a Premier Petit of United something wishing to make contact, with the supervising officer's red pen below it, listing the date it had come in. The general sank down into his plush swivel chair, pulled out a black pen from a desk drawer, and began to draft a reply below it.

Peter: fix it up before sending. Booker.

This is the New Republic of England responding to a previous announcement. Be advised that we cannot decipher your transmission fully; we are encouraged by the presence of others in this world. Please repeat your earlier message as soon as possible.


The general put down the pen, satisfied. He knew that Peter, the supervisor of the radio staff, would add in the necessary transmission details; meanwhile, he would file this incident away, unless it came up again. The general stood up and walked out of his office and down the hall to the staff room in front of the operations room; the staff would take over from there.
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Postby Tongan Coast » Thu Sep 15, 2016 10:05 pm

Kigali, Rwanda
President Petit sat in the courtyard, gazing at old Polaroids wondering when he had let things drift so far south. The photo, worn from contact, had obviously been held in his hands many times before. It captured Petit in front of the almost 50,000 man army he had gathered to invade the rest of Canada only a few short years before. His officers and generals so accustomed to winning, arrogantly had assumed they would simply waltz in and claim the land as theirs. It was when winter set in that they realized how woefully under equipped they were. Almost 35,000 men were lost in that campaign, and the fallout from that almost ended everything he had worked so hard to build. The riots that came after were the worst of it, people not understanding his genius. Not understanding why the Unified African Republic was fighting wars in distant lands on other continents. Now look at what he had, a shell of an empire. It was however still quite formidable and he planned to rebuild. Soon they would rise from the ashes.

His train of thought was interrupted by a salute of an officer holding a stack of freshly marked papers. Obviously nations had responded, but he had not expected this many. Most of them seemed pretty standard replies, save one. A message that caught him quite off guard, not because of what it said, but because of what it didn't say.

"Commander, I see there is no location on this, explain." Petit said simply to the officer

"Sir, there was no location. I mean there was, it was just scrambled. Our tower at the Suez Canal picked it up, so it could be anywhere practically: Europe, Asia, perhaps even the Middle East."

"Unacceptable. Reply immediately to all the transmissions. It seems as though the last transmissions came through patchy. Attempt to clear it up."

Hello Aurelian Empire, we are more than thrilled to hear a response from you. We look forward to further communications with your great nation. I must say however, we did not catch your location in the last transmission. Can you clarify it for us?


State of Shenzhu, I apologize for the short messages, sending them so far uses a decent amount of resources. We are the Unified African Republic, our Capital sits in Rwanda.


This is a radio message to the nations of the world. I am President Petit of the Unified African Republic I would like to make contact with your nation. Please reply at your earliest convenience. This message will repeat in 30 seconds..

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Postby Paradisiam » Thu Sep 15, 2016 11:30 pm

Mexico-City, The Presidential Chambers in the National Palace

At least half of the palace was in rubble from homemade explosives in the previous re-occupation of the Mexican-Government by, the now, Presidente Valentin Garcia. "Hello senor presidente" were the last words the former President heard before Valentin shot him in the head twelve times with his pistol. The body was mutilated beyond recognition so noone could claim there were any past leaders in Valentins view of history. Before the coupe by Valentins drug cartels the government had already established land-lines with many outlying towns and villages to give orders and news. A radio tower had been constructed and the railway stations had reverted back to coal powered carts and trains used to transport building materials and food back and forth between farming settlements and the capital.

Wandering around the palace grounds trying to make his way to the radio tower he sees some of his soldiers terrorizing some local boys with machetes. "Give me that watch or Ill chop it off at the wrist niño, little boy, hand it over you want to make your mamma proud by helping out the national army don't you?" the soldiers laugh at the thought of them being regimented soldiers with the flare of the original Mexican army before the downfall of man. "It was my fathers, he's dead now I stole it from him. And soon you will be to if you don't let me go!" yells the little boy. Some soldiers were reenacting a salute to eachother as the most thuggish man raises his machete. Valentin cuts in "Wow what a charming little soldier you are niño, whats your name?" the boy replies "I am Javier Mùnez." The boy notices Valentin's presidential banner that surrounds his purple and green suit. "Señior Presidente, these men are trying to kill me!" Presidente Garcia steps back from the situation in his mind realizing what such force and respect he must hold from the farmers and citizens with this newly aquired titled of his. "How would you like to join my personal guard niño Mùnez? I could use someone with your strengths on my side to bring the Mexican people back together again and bring peace across the globe. To help humanity and all that." The boys eyes fill with wonder-lust as gmhe violently shakes his head up and down. "Begin clearing out this debris men! A President can't live like this and once you've cleaned it up go get your marijuana and food rations and bring some ladies to lively up the place eh. We can't save the world without some b******." the soldiers leave immediately through the rubbled gates.

Finding his way to the radio tower he begans to flio switches and roll around the frequency channeler only to hear a message, then another, and another! "Wow there's. Something happening out there" remarks Valentin to himself. "Maybe my marijuana fields won't just be good for occupying soldiers minds while they starve anymore"

Attention people's of the world this is Presidente Garcia speaking, we in Mexico-city have been prospering tenaciously since the war we have plenty of food and beer for days to come. Any survivors in the south of the formerly united states please come to us we need workers for our farms and patrons at our bars! And to any other world powers please buy my weed *click*


He steps out onto the deck of the tower and looks over his city filled with campfires and warehouses. "Bars and food ahaha, who am I kidding I need more weapons and soldiers if I'm to tax the farmers in this country for all they've got. Afterall they need me to protect them aye niño?" The little boy proudly stands by his Presidente. Both dreaming into the city

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Postby Rhomaia » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:01 am

15:00 EET, Imperial Administrative Center, Communications Department, Aurepouli

The translators and other radio personnel within the Communications Department continued to work feverishly under the watchful eye of Imperial Security Officers, clad in the usual black, red, and gold that seemed to be the signature colors of the Imperial government. The first message coming from the United African Republic had been unexpected, and now that the military knew of their attempts to communicate, they were going to make absolutely sure that their voice was the one to be heard, and keep their iron grip on every facet of the operation.

Arion Petros was head overseer of this little project, and as soon as any information was recieved, he and his men would be the first to see it. The reply from Petit was certainly not exempt from his notice.

One of Petros' aides handed him the African President's next reply, which had been translated and transcribed quickly so as to meet the general's demands for prompt results. Upon reading it he frowned slightly, as if displeased by the fact that there had been a reply at all.

"Legátou, it would seem that Petit is pressing for us to disclose our location. The Rwandans may just be a little smarter than they let on; perhaps they already know that we had scrambled the signal." the same aide replied, his voice deep and purposeful.

"...We can't let them know our location until we know their intent. A large, expansionist power like the UAR, no matter how pure it's intentions may seem, cannot be trusted blindly. Continue to divert their attention...Relay orders for the station in Chios to make our next transmission, and only for the time of it's reply, unscramble the signal." The Legatus ordered, his words calm and firm.

"But...sir, I thought the point of this was to conceal our location. Why would we allow them even a glimpse?" the aide said with an arched eyebrow, skeptical as to the plan his superior had formulated.

At this bout of questioning from his lieutenant, the Legatus' eyes narrowed, and gave the aide a death stare. With words as cold as ice, he began to explain. "Why, you vlákas, it is a simple strategy. Diversion from our base of operations here in the mainland will buy us time to prepare in the case they do try to send over troops to invade. By leading them on to a tiny island off the coast of Asia Minor, we can see what they plan for us based on response. If they attempt to send envoys and diplomats, then we will know that we have no need to conceal ourselves. However, if they arrive on Chios guns blazing, the soldiers there will have a chance to notify Aurepouli before it is too late."

The Legatus' explanation was cut short, however, by howls of laughter from the radio room, where the translators were. Plain, unabridged laughter at something that Arion had not yet seen; the transmission that the Mexican government had just sent out.

"Buahahaha! No, no, that can't be serious!"
"I'm telling you, Chris. That is what they sent as a greeting to the world...Iesus Kristos..."
" 'Please buy my weed'...for goodness sake..."
"Where was this? A raider group?"
"...No...It's Mexico...The actual, federal government of Mexico..."

The conversation in the room went silent, only to be filled again with an even greater roar of laughter. The operators and translators couldn't believe their ears, and it took a proper scolding from the Security Detail to sober them back up. Ironically enough, even some of them were smiling at the hilarity of it all.

To President Petit,

We apologize for the technical difficulties, this station has only been recently established, and a steady flow of electricity is becoming increasingly hard to maintain. However, this will not deter us from keeping open this line of communication.

Our government is headquarted in Chios, an island off the coast of Asia Minor. Details and coordinates will follow this message. In return, we ask of your location, so to be fair.

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Postby Tongan Coast » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:44 am

Kigali, Rwanda
With replies now flooding the the communications department in Kigali, and it was the busiest it had been in years. They recently received a message from Mexico, but it had been disregarded as they deemed it too far to be of any use at this time. For now it seemed that they were simply drug farmers, and they were only occupied with themselves in the south, leaving no worries for the UAR settlement in Canada.

The important message they had received had been the reply from the self proclaimed empire, which they now knew was to the north. The interesting bit of this was however that their location was clearly traceable on the second transmission thus confirming suspicions that they had scrambled their location on the first transmission. Such a revelation was worth a meeting on how to proceed, and thus President Petit met with the various Generals he trusted most in the situation room.

"Thank you all for coming, I assume you are all briefed on the situation? Let's get this resolved in a timely manner." President Petit said after entering the room and sitting at the head of the table. This felt good to him, almost like the old days. Various Generals, one by one presented their respective plans for how to deal with the newly found neighbors. One school of thought that if left alone they would only grow in power, and eventually they would conflict with the UAR. This meant immediate invasion of their lands and wiping them off the map. It was soon realized that such a full scale operation with such little intel would prove disastrous. It could be done, but failure would mean depletion of the UAR reserves leaving the Empire's East African holdings almost defenseless. Another idea was to simply send diplomats and attempt to make allies with them, but again President Petit shot the idea down, stating that due to their scrambling of their transmission they could have just been being careful, but their intentions could also be dubious.

President Petit enacted a plan, however it could prove to be risky. About 10 years back the UAR had learned how to bounce signals off of the old world satellites that now littered the earths atmosphere. By doing so the UAR was able to secretly and effectively communicate with it's colonies that were far and why. If done right however, they could send a message back via the satellite that would effectively blanket all of the balkins. By doing so any of their communications outposts would be forced to pick up the signal effectively marking themselves on a map. However it was a long shot, if they were even the slightest bit advanced technologically they could set up proxies to make the empire look much larger than it was, also giving false locations. But the worst of it would be they would learn of the UAR's true capabilities and they would lose the element of surprise. none the less, Petit drafted a response.

We are pleased to learn you are so close to us, perhaps we could meet in person to discuss things more formally. The messages you are receiving from us are being sent from Kigali, in old Rwanda.

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Postby Chunmei » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:55 am

15:10 SST, Ministry of Government, Taichung City, Shenzhu

"...Minister Chun," the prime minister almost barked at the fidgeting official once again warming the floor before his desk, "...I believe I was perfectly clear when I asked for you to return with the response from the government in Africa. Yet here you are with this... this! What is this... bilge I'm reading?! Explain!"

"Sir, I assure you this is no joke. Not on my end, anyway... I have the response from President Petit here, but... we also received that message a short time ago. Most of us stopped bothering to read about halfway through but the... "personality" in those letters was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The Mexican government, using the term in its lightest possible terms, has taken a page from the African president's book and decided to make themselves heard... believe me when I say your reaction is only the latest of many," Minister Chun explained carefully as he watched Leung scan the printed sheet of paper as if he were searching for code words or hidden poisons. Hearing Chun's response, the president calmed down slightly but the incredulous expression adorning his features remained steadfast.

"...you are not to grace this filth with a response. Am I clear?" he said to Chun, emphasizing each word along the way.

"Crystal, sir. Now...," the minister began, setting another piece of paper onto the desk in front of Leung, "...President Petit has acknowledged our message and provided us with the appropriate details we requested. They're the Unified African Republic, and their seat of government lies in Rwanda. Kigali's the capital, no doubt. Most of our data on that part of the world is strictly pre-war, though,"

"I see... Rwanda, is that right? I must admit, I never once anticipated that country would rise to such prominence... at least before the nuclear scourge, I didn't. How very fascinating...," Leung replied, his expression brightening a little as the subject turned well away from the matter of Mexican drug cartels and weed farms.



President Petit, the State of Shenzhu appreciates your efforts to reach out and establish relations. These are rough times indeed, and sealed lips are all too often the one thing standing between a functioning nation and outright anarchy. Regardless, we feel the time is right to re-connect with those civilizations we lost contact with all those years ago, and also introduce ourselves to those that have risen from the ashes since. Kigali and Taichung City, we hope, will stand together in the face of any and all future possibilities.
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Empire of Moscow
"Moya Moskva"





Moscow State Kremlin, Moscow, Empire of Moscow
The new Kremlin of Moscow was once a university called Moscow State University and the ruling house of the Empire; House Ivanov, reside in this building. It is been several decades after the devastating war; it is been said that the original Russian ethnicity is basically semi-extinct in the Empire because of the war and mutation. A new..independent ethnicity calling themselves the 'Muscovites', ruled Moscow and some parts of the province under the Imperial control. It is been said that the Muscovites had descended from the Russians; mainly the Russian students in the university. Most of the people in the Empire had retained their knowledge in the pre-war world as a result that the Muscovites are the descendants of the survived Russian students after the war. Although Muscovites aren't Russians, they could still be able to speak the Russian language.

Emperor Nikolai I, the First of His Name, Emperor of Moscow, was a great grandson of a principal of the university in Polis; a powerful faction during the times in Metro. Nikolai has four children; Nikolai II, Mikaela, Aleksander, and Alexa, although their mother died from the childbirth of Alexa but still they are a one happy family. It was several years ago when the mother died. He also had two brothers and one sister, his brothers were named Viktor, Dimitri, and Nika.

Present day. The year of our lord, 2117. Most of Moscow is still destroyed from the war but the Muscovite population are growing as the settles from the Metro are started to resettling the surface. The city of Kazan, the easternmost city under the Imperial control, had wiped out most of the remaining bandits and hostile stalkers as they either surrendered or killed to the Muscovite authorities.

"Good morning, your majesty." he bowed.
"Good morning." the Emperor replied.
"Here is the message of General Miko Ilyanov." the messenger said.

The messenger gives the letter to the Emperor. The Emperor opened the letter. The letter said: Your majesty! The enemies in the city of Kazan are wiped out. They had finally surrendered to the Empire. The Emperor smiled. "You're dismissed." the Emperor said. The messenger bowed and left the room.




Ostankino Tower, Central Moscow, Empire of Moscow
The radio operator opens his mouth and takes a cigarette, blowing the smoke out from his mouth. Moments later, an unknown transmission was sent to the Ostankino Tower. The radio operator raises his eyebrows. The radio operator calls the other workers because of the unknown transmission; mostly were translators and radio operators.

The radio operator then replied;
Greetings, President Petit of the 'Unified African Republic',


We are situated in Moscow. Your nation makes us intriguing but we heard alot about you. Dirty communists from Hungary up to dirty socialists from Ukraine. It is a great that your nation is still alive until now, comrade.





Outskirts of Kazan
The outskirts of Kazan isn't under Imperial control. The last shot was fired as a Muscovite soldier holding the Makarov pistol shot the bandit's head who escaped in Kazan. Other bandits are either killed or jailed in the authorities.

Military camps were established outside Kazan since Kazan isn't fully yet controlled, the Muscovite flag was raised in a military camp. The Muscovite soldiers were talking about a Volga German-descend tribesmen who are fierce and strong willed.

"What? They'll bow down to the Empire anyways!" soldier said.
"Da. Moya Moskva, my friend." the other soldier replied.

And after that, the soldiers were laughing at the rumor. Meanwhile, General Miko Ilyanov and the officers were walking outside the military camp, discussing for an expansion further East and rumor has it that this dangerous tribesmen occupied most of the territory but most of the officers don't believe this fact, not even the General. Although, the General noticed something in a distance, he grabbed his scope and zoomed it, he takes a look through his scope and then..they were look like tribesmen with somewhat having a Volga German ethnicity, talking with his companion, holding AK47, seems like they are hunting. The General was shocked. One of the officers said, "What's wrong, sir?" General Miko said, "Take a look." one of the officers looked through the scope, the rumor was true. General Miko said, "We will go back to the city, immediately, we will leave this place and we will have a militia force defending the city, let's go, comrades!" General Miko and his comrade officers sprint back to the camp.




New Kalarax-Imperial Moscow border
In the hills of the outskirts of Smolensk, the Muscovite recon group were given orders to scout the town because of the Emperor's expansionist policy. The soldier looked at the scope; the area seems to be run by soldiers by some sort of a group. Organized mercenaries?" a soldier said. "I don't know but we will attack this Belaruskies, in the name of the Empire!" the other soldier said.

The Muscovite recon group calls the Imperial HQ in Moscow. "It is run by highly organized mercenaries, over." the HQ replied, "You got it, pre-war bombers will bomb the area and then that's where we attack, tomorrow. Moya Moskva." the soldier replied, "Moya Moskva." and then the Muscovite recon group looked at the view of the town, run by "organized mercenaries" from Belarusia. The town would be soon under Muscovite control.
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Arstotzka,Bruce's Office


Bruce was sitting in his chair waiting for another signal or radio message to come through.Hours passed but he finally got another message from the same nation he contacted, He wasn't very happy about their location as they are far away and out of their reach.

Greetings again Petit,I have just recieved your message about your location but it seems like we aren't going to be able to meet in person.Unless you have ships,airplanes or helicopters.I would very like to meet you as i thought about trading with you.
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Postby Kalarax » Fri Sep 16, 2016 10:13 am

The National Assembly Building, Minsk, New Kalarax

The Emperor had finished reading through the ancient history of Kalarax, it was time to re-build the age old Cast System. First, they must divide the workers from the slaves. He drafted a decree that all the criminals and descenders be sent to the factories under the surveillance of the New Kalaraxian Army. Now, Kalaraxs grand industrial base can begin anew.

The Emperor also fancied the idea of a meeting to be held between any of the new world leaders, this would help ease tension in case any irrational nations started wars for no reason. But, alas, communications where slow, they had discovered the Unified Arab Republics, but they had yet to reply to out first transmission.

The Factories, New Coscox, New Kalarax

Work was hard in the factories, but at least everyone was fed and no one was really got punished. The work was punishing enough. Most factories were in charge of processing rubble and debris from destroyed buildings, but some worked in the production of more useful things, mostly pots, pans, containers and other things made of metal, it would be a while before Kalarax could begin the production of weapons. For now, all they had were a pile of AK-12's and a few working vehicles including the pride of the army, a salvaged T-14 Amata, main battle tank.

New Kiex, New Kalarax

The building where destroyed and all they could to was move rubble and attempt to re-build. They had been successful in reconstructing the roads, but now the buildings where next. The roads connected New Kalarax's three main cities, Minsk, New Coscox, and here New Kiex. They say that this land used to be a place called Belarus, but that hardly mattered now, it was now New Kalarax, and would remain like that for the years to come.

Com-Tech Bunker, Minsk, New Kalarax

Transmission to UAR - Greetings President Petit, this is the Emperor of Kalarax, I would like to meet you in person, please send coordinates. Also, we would like to convene with all world leader, this would benefit international relations, with whatever lies out there. Thank-you.
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Postby Serio » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:28 pm

U.S.S. NC Rafts, floating towards the New Orleans Submarine Dock
20 Men in two rafts, each armed with pistols and sub machine guns


"Alright boys, I know we're a little late for briefing, but I can't stress this enough. Expect anything, twenty years of nuclear winter tends to make some freaky shit, y'all understand?" Yelled expedition leader Isaac Ross. He continued to speak "Another thing! I hope you all remember how to use your guns, twenty years frozen tends to mess with memory a bit" Isaac laughed a little bit then his expression hardened as they got closer to shore. The team he was leading was some of the only actually trained soldiers (for fighting specifically that is). They were valuable men, and if something went wrong a major asset of the submarine would be lost. They approached the Dry dock. It was situated in Mississippi actually, not really close to New Orleans, but they wanted to cover it up and keep it's location largely a secret. As the beach came closer they prepared to run aground. As they did, the men set off to secure the location. Acting as a machine they ran through the motions, barely stopping to take in the fact that this is the first land they've stepped on in quite a long time. One man found a creatures lying dead on the ground, it seemed to be something like a cow with a growth coming out of it's head. It had large marks that look like someone butchered it halfway before running. Some kind of predator or maybe even a human must've done this. Regardless of that it was nice to find life, the world might just have survived after all.

A scream could be heard on the beach, Isaac ran over there from the "cow" corpse and saw one of his men held at the neck with a knife by a man. The man was dressed in khaki wrappings, with a belt. On the belt was something that looked like a grenade, also there was a pistol. His face was obscured, yet he looked young and full of life.

"Who the hell are you people? You have on camo, Old military garments I hear about from my father. What do you do here? You come with guns, what do you intend to do? Are you raiders?" said the man.

"We come in peace?" said Isaac, he continued with "Unless you slice his neck, then we will end you just as you end him"

"I see" said the man, dropping his knife and pulling off his face mask "I am John, I live in a village here, I can take you if you'd like."

"Sure, you can keep your weapons, I think I can trust you"

With that the squad was off, as the walked Isaac asked John to give him a quick history of the last twenty years, explaining his situation.

"Well, this is a place called Mississippi, as you know, my father survived the bombs and tells stories to me about what happened. I am part of the first generation to be in this era you know, I would much rather hear about the pre-war world. Anyways, a great winter happened, a lot of people died, but the ones who survived made villages like this, or went to the bigger nations."

"Nations?"

"Yes! Civilization can't seem to leave the human race, there are big villages in Texas, I've heard some even as far as Africa. By the way, what is Africa?"

"Africa is a continent, there are seven of them if I remember correctly, they are basically big landmasses that we live on. The continent we are in is North America, and there's a South America as well. Our team is in a submarine, they're basically big ships that can dive underwater. Ours is powered by a reactor so it lasts a long time, It will probably outlive me! We were in the army, we stopped a lot of the bombs from killing their intended target, I guess you could owe this world partly to us."

"Amazing" said John, staring into the distance "We are almost here, do you have food? We can give you some!"

"We don't have food, but you don't have to give us any. we can't stay long without permission from our captain, though I might try and ask him. Do you folks have electricity?"

"Yes, we built turbines and burn wood in small steam engines to power things for us. Why do you ask?"

"To contact our captain we need to power our radio, so we will need to hook up into your lines."

"That is fine."

The party walked into the village and the village goers were amazed at what John brought, they gladly shared their resources with them and gave them power for the radio.

"We have made contact with a small village, apparently there are larger nations in Texas and as far as Africa. Our next stop should be Texas, though I think we should stay here for a while and try to trade a bit and figure out what's going on. I'll send a few of the boys to ferry you over if you'd like, these people aren't hostile and are quite welcoming."

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Postby Democratic Republic of Random » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:53 pm

Ronto, Ontario, Republic of Ronto-

Citizens happily walked the streets of Ronto, businesses flourished, RCMP patrolled night and day, survivors flocked into the city by the hundreds. At the city border, a guard took a sip of the famous St. Lawrence Dry ginger ale, until he noticed something in the distance. At first he simply dismissed it, but as he got closer, fear filled his mind as he pulled out his rifle, took out his radio and contacted RFB *Ronto Forces Base* Ronto, the nearest military base, camp, or installment which was a quarter of a mile away. "SUPER MUTANTS ALERT! I REPEAT, SUPER MUTANTS ALERT! RONTO SOUTHERN BORDER!" those at the border now knew what was happening and began forcefully rushing into the city.

Around 25 super mutants were heading straight for the city, full force and opening fire. "PUNY HUMANS!" cried the super mutant as it begin firing its rifle straight into the chest of an RCMP border guard. Suddenly a missile flew straight into the crowd, instantly killing 17 of the mutants.

5 soldiers arrived at the scene on horses, one carrying a missile launcher, the others pistols and rifles and wearing the traditional bright red uniform and beige hat. The super mutants and soldiers engaged in a firefight, which ended shortly due to the RCMA's advanced firepower. Emergency services shortly arrived to clear up the scene and provide medical aid.


North Michigan-

Canadian soldiers deployed into Michigan, in military-grade power armour, alongside Mister Gutsys. Captain Richard Mosbey"Alright boys, here we are... keep your fingers on your triggers and your eyes wide open.. we're going in..."
The soldiers continued to push further through Michigan, ready for anything, from super mutants to raiders and ghouls to deathclaws.
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Postby Zeon Refounded » Fri Sep 16, 2016 2:02 pm

Outside the border of the Appalachian Nation, Former United States


General Rick Grimmes adjusted the focus on his night vision binoculars on the tribal village from his hill vantage point. The information from the raiders his forces had captured led them here. He estimated about three hundred men, women, and children. This specific tribe had been raiding Appalachian territory for years, despite many warnings. It was time for an unpleasant duty, to send a resounding message to the other tribes.

He panned the binoculars to some other hills. So they came... Some members from other tribes had come at his invitation both wary of a trap and curious to see what he had in store.

He made a handsign to the soldier next to him, who blinked a small red light. From positions surrounding the village, other small lights answered an affirmative. At the positions the soldiers unpacked large metal tubes on tripods and aimed them toward the village. They all knew what they were about to do.


Rick signalled again, and all of the tubes belched shells. The shells didn't hit the ground, but burst into a waves of napalm while still airborne. The napalm, instead of covering the village, had been aimed around the edges to form a burning ring. The tribals that lived in those edges were lucky to burn to death quickly, but the ones in the center were doomed to watch their loved ones consumed, trapped in the burning hell that was once their home.

The flames lit up the night sky like day, and the agonized screams of the people were deafening. Eventually, the screams began to die out as some succumbed to smoke and other to heat. Finally, the screams were over as the inferno consumed the village center.

"Fan out, search for any that might not have been in the village." Rick ordered.

"Sir." They made an affirmative and moved out.

Soon, they returned with four sobbing captives, the youngest of whom was a twelve year old boy. In between their sobs, they spat and cursed at their captors. "Why have you done this?"

"For years I offered you an alliance. Not only did you refuse, you repeatedly attacked my people." Rick explained solemnly."It was time for an example. I am truly sorry it had to be this way." He nodded to the soldiers holding them. They promptly slit the captives' throats.

"Hang the bodies in that tree, then move out."

When the deed was done, they began to leave. Rick turned to look at the body of the young boy one last time. "I am sorry."

As they began their trek home, none said a word nor would their be a victory celebration upon their return. They silently mourned the actions that were necessary to survive in this world.
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Johnson City, Capital of the Appalachian Nation
Military Headquarters
Two Days Later


General Rick Grimmes sat in his office with some whiskey. He felt the normal sense of regret you feel when you order lives taken. He took a quaff. "Heh. Dr. Daniels makes everything better." He took another. Moments later, there was a knock on the doorframe. Rick turned to see who it was. "Oh, hey Li. Come in. Have a seat, get drink."

Lieutenant General Li Zhou, Rick's close friend and staunchest supporter, entered the office. "Hey Rick. Bad time?"

Rick shook his head slowly. "No, it's fine. I'll be alright. What do you want to talk about?"

Li took a seat and poured himself a glass. After taking a sip, he said "The reason I came is interesting. Radio chatter is ramping up, other than the normal stuff from out west."

Rick furrowed his brow. He set down his drink and stood up. "Interesting. Events are accelerating. Take me to the comms center."

"What about my drink?"

"Finish it later. C'mon."
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Minutes later, they were in the comms center. Several old terminals and wall monitors flickered with data and messages. Li took Rick to the closest terminal. "Here are the recorded messages."

This is a radio message to the nations of the world. I am President Petit of the Unified African Republic I would like to make contact with your nation. Please reply at your earliest convenience. This message will repeat in 30 seconds..

Attention people's of the world this is Presidente Garcia speaking, we in Mexico-city have been prospering tenaciously since the war we have plenty of food and beer for days to come. Any survivors in the south of the formerly united states please come to us we need workers for our farms and patrons at our bars! And to any other world powers please buy my weed *click*


Rick rubbed his forehead. "I see. Might as well send replies." He smirked."Ha. 'Buy my weed'. Guess we could use some of that."

To: President Petit of the UAR

Greetings, President. I am General Grimmes of the Appalachian nation. I have heard whispers from the North about you.

To: Presidente Garcia

Greetings, Presidente. I am General Grimmes of the Appalachian nation. Your proposal interests me. I also think I have the answer to you manpower issue.


"Send."
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Postby Intermountain States » Fri Sep 16, 2016 2:05 pm

Underground Seoul, Coryo
"This is a special occassion, Chancellor," King Taejo said to Chancellor Baek Il as the Ministers all took their seat. "The idea of another civilization making contact with us is not a common thing to hear about."

"It certainly is, your Majesty," Baek Il said in agreement.

"Our radio operators have picked up a message from someone by the name of President Petit of some nation," Communications Minister Yi Jae-u said. "We're not completely sure on the location and the name of the country Petit is from due to some interference but we can only pick up Unified in the name."

"In this new age, just about any new settlement can form an alliance and adopt Unified in their name," Defense Minister Kim Young-in responded. "I'm more worried about the potential threat Coryo can face from this country. We've just taken over the surface of Seoul and that took us months to fully secure. We may not have the strength to resist if this country is a powerful empire."

"Isolationism didn't exactly worked out for Coryo in the 19th century," Chancellor Baek Il said. "By closing our borders, we just lagged behind the world in technological development and ended up losing our independence to Japan. The last great state, Hanguk, was smart in engaging in international affairs, making her a powerful state in the world. We too can engage in diplomacy with this country."

"Well yes," Young-in said. "But we're just a small nation, we should unify the rest of the Coryo peninsula before we respond to this foreign transmission."

"Perhaps we should simply respond to the transmission but do not reveal our locations first," Foreign Minister Han Yul suggested.

"Hmm, that is something we can do," Taejo said.

In the interest of time

"Orders from the higher up," Lieutenant Rhee U said to Corporal Im Daeyoung as Foreign Minister Han Yul entered the room. "We'll have to respond to the transmission we got from the country of whatitscalled but not give too much information about ourselves."

"Yes sir," Daeyoung said as she readied to microphone for the Minister to speak to.

Greetings, President Petit of a country we cannot identify, you're speaking to Foreign Minister Han Yul of the nation of Coryo. We cannot fully understand your transmission so we would like another transmission from you, hopefully one that we can fully decipher.
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Postby Paradisiam » Fri Sep 16, 2016 2:35 pm

Mexico-City, Military Barracks of the Old-Mexican Army
The mayhem having destroyed most everything that was above ground has left underground bunkers and some parking garages untouched relatively untouched. "El Heffe we found some military jeeps with machine guns in between the rubble of the military depot and caches of battle armor and ammo." says a soldier now dressed in subsequent attire to his station. "No need digging out the rubble it will only waste time, so put the guns on our civilian trucks and cars and start taking the caches of equipment to the palace." replies a heavy-set man wearing a colonels uniform while puffing a cigar. "Once we find some exoskeleton armor then we can worry about fixing up the base. Until then give the weapons to the soldiers, and maybe some to the farmers."

Northern Mexico and Southern Mexico border
El Presidente has given us orders to start fanning down military trucks and supplies all the way to central America. He plans on uniting the Mexican people under on banner." states General Rios as he calls on the radio for the soldiers to leave the country side and begin laying tracks southwards. One soldier remarks "How does Heffe Valentine plan on incorporating southern Mexico, wouldn't the government have done that by now if they could?" Rios replies " The government were trying to help the people, but the cartels have fear over the people. Once we begin occupying towns and cutting off heads the rest will submit as they will know who we are."

, Supreme Court, Mexico-City
As fellow cartel leaders begin to merge into the jury seats and witness boothes Valentin notices there stern predator facial expression haven't changed a bit since they now are requited to wear proper government uniforms. "Attention me amigos I have a list of issues and decrees by the original mexican government here, apparently they kept record of themselves quite well after the war". After looking over the laws he sees no problem with any of the rights given to his fellow man with a few exceptions. "As a father of none I can't stop you from doing what you will to the locals so as long as the mothers keep the children you bear them so they can work in our farms and join the army..." he stops as he feels his message is across " Any mothers who try to abandon their children will be subject to execution and their assets seized for use of how I see fit". A muscular man with scars across his face chimes in "Maybe we post in towns and villages that they should bring any children they don't want or can't feed directly to the government where we will look after them. My mother left me in a dumpster so I can see myself raising some brats to become cold blooded kilkers." the delegation of ring leaders and now commanders and generals laugh. "Perfect a daddy day care program will be issued so that children can tag along with our battalions to learn war at an early age"! Valentin decrees as he snacks his gavel on with a wooden thunk! "Noone has responded to our message El Presidente, perhaps it wasn't uh official enough?" says another mab in uniform. "Nonsense!" replies Valentin as he rises from the judge's box and puts a machete to the mans neck "Anything is official when I say it do you understand that?" the man grimaces slightly as if his life was already owned. "Maybe the right people haven't heard it is all." as he executes the man he adds "get someone to the radio and issue this message

Attention recipients located in the United states, the Mexican Government has afforded a helicopter ride to your location if you are willing to meet on grounds of mutual benefit and fortitude of survival
This message has been approved by El Presidente Garcia in good tidings

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Postby Ancholetse » Fri Sep 16, 2016 2:56 pm

Paradisiam wrote:Mexico-City, Military Barracks of the Old-Mexican Army
The mayhem having destroyed most everything that was above ground has left underground bunkers and some parking garages untouched relatively untouched. "El Heffe we found some military jeeps with machine guns in between the rubble of the military depot and caches of battle armor and ammo." says a soldier now dressed in subsequent attire to his station. "No need digging out the rubble it will only waste time, so put the guns on our civilian trucks and cars and start taking the caches of equipment to the palace." replies a heavy-set man wearing a colonels uniform while puffing a cigar. "Once we find some exoskeleton armor then we can worry about fixing up the base. Until then give the weapons to the soldiers, and maybe some to the farmers."

Northern Mexico and Southern Mexico border
El Presidente has given us orders to start fanning down military trucks and supplies all the way to central America. He plans on uniting the Mexican people under on banner." states General Rios as he calls on the radio for the soldiers to leave the country side and begin laying tracks southwards. One soldier remarks "How does Heffe Valentine plan on incorporating southern Mexico, wouldn't the government have done that by now if they could?" Rios replies " The government were trying to help the people, but the cartels have fear over the people. Once we begin occupying towns and cutting off heads the rest will submit as they will know who we are."

, Supreme Court, Mexico-City
As fellow cartel leaders begin to merge into the jury seats and witness boothes Valentin notices there stern predator facial expression haven't changed a bit since they now are requited to wear proper government uniforms. "Attention me amigos I have a list of issues and decrees by the original mexican government here, apparently they kept record of themselves quite well after the war". After looking over the laws he sees no problem with any of the rights given to his fellow man with a few exceptions. "As a father of none I can't stop you from doing what you will to the locals so as long as the mothers keep the children you bear them so they can work in our farms and join the army..." he stops as he feels his message is across " Any mothers who try to abandon their children will be subject to execution and their assets seized for use of how I see fit". A muscular man with scars across his face chimes in "Maybe we post in towns and villages that they should bring any children they don't want or can't feed directly to the government where we will look after them. My mother left me in a dumpster so I can see myself raising some brats to become cold blooded kilkers." the delegation of ring leaders and now commanders and generals laugh. "Perfect a daddy day care program will be issued so that children can tag along with our battalions to learn war at an early age"! Valentin decrees as he snacks his gavel on with a wooden thunk! "Noone has responded to our message El Presidente, perhaps it wasn't uh official enough?" says another mab in uniform. "Nonsense!" replies Valentin as he rises from the judge's box and puts a machete to the mans neck "Anything is official when I say it do you understand that?" the man grimaces slightly as if his life was already owned. "Maybe the right people haven't heard it is all." as he executes the man he adds "get someone to the radio and issue this message

Attention recipients located in the United states, the Mexican Government has afforded a helicopter ride to your location if you are willing to meet on grounds of mutual benefit and fortitude of survival
This message has been approved by El Presidente Garcia in good tidings

Soldiers in Northern Detroit catch the message sent by the Mexican president and connect it with stations located in the Ronto CN District, and are a wired a response from Prime Minister Matthew Burgundy, which is sent over the radio to President Garcia.

I, no the Ronto Parliament will allow you to land your helicopter in the CN District and discuss politics and relations. This is Prime Minister Matthew Burgundy.

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Postby Paradisiam » Fri Sep 16, 2016 3:59 pm

Mexico Air Terminal and transfers base, located outside of the debris of Mexico-City
"General Rios I see you have no problem commanding the soldiers I bring to you eh?" says Presidente Garcia reffering to the children that are now following soldiers into combat. "These boys are young, old enough to learn the chain of command yes, but very young. I regularly tag the youngest from 8-12 along with patrols and exectution duties like you requested while the older ones are given battle armor and extra ammo to tag along with the expansion battalions that will spread across southern Mexico." replies General Rios. "Why you took me from the border Im still unclear about El Heffe? I feel my leadership is needed to incorporate the people still left in southern mexico to our flag and countries rule." he adds. "Listen General, the people do fine on their own but this country will never do better without it's people sacrifice. Once the expansion battalions have sacked and raped some villages the others will follow suit in fear of what may come. Years from now they will forget the torment that befell them from the Mexican-Government and I will broadcast myself nation wide that Ive killed the fascist regime and have assumed control. By then the train tracks will have been repaired and travel and work in the country will be at an all time high even for this day and ages standars. They will thank me General." says Valentine Garcia. He adds "I have brought you here to act as a diplomat for the government as I have two meetings to attend but only one helicopter fueled enough for travel, we will drop you off in the Appalachian nations borders once we find out where the Appalachian mountains are on the map I presume. And I will go to Canada to meet with the Parliament of Ronto and Mathew Burgundy." The general asks "Will we be taking any armed guards or supplies to trade?" where Garcia replies "Of course we will have a battalion of soldiers each to demonstrate our military as well as a few 100 pounds of the nations best marijuana to trade."

The men assemble in the carrier helicopter but not after sending this message to the Appalachias. "First stop the Appalachian nation second the CN District of Ronto." exclaims the pilot over loud speaker

This is the Mexican President I am glad to hear of your willingness to aid a fellow country in these perilous times. I plan to send a diplomat to your front door if you disclose the location of a landing to us. Otherwise I reckon Ill droo him in the Appalachian mountains somewhere and hope that he finds you.


To the King of Rwanda, I hope you wouldn't mind a landing in your lands once helicopters are fitted for long distance travel. The Mexican Government wishes to access your situation in hopes of learning something that may aid it's people. We will bare gifts of course

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Postby Zeon Refounded » Fri Sep 16, 2016 8:35 pm

Johnson City, Capital of the Appalachian Nation
Military Headquarters


This is the Mexican President I am glad to hear of your willingness to aid a fellow country in these perilous times. I plan to send a diplomat to your front door if you disclose the location of a landing to us. Otherwise I reckon I'll drop him in the Appalachian mountains somewhere and hope that he finds you.


Rick smiled. "Prompt reply. Computer. Begin recording response."

President, that is good news. But I wouldn't recommend dropping him randomly. Ninety percent chance he would be immediately killed by tribals. The coordinates of our capital of Johnson City are 36.3134° N, 82.3535° W. Be sure to transmit this IFF code (F86Fh8j7869d), or your helicopter will get hit by a SAM. Land at the military base with thick concrete bunkers containing machine guns, howitzers, and SAM launchers.

We await your arrival.


"Send message." Rick turns to Li. "Well, that's one bit of business out of the way. Any other chatter out there?"

"Mainly just other nations responding to the UAR."

"So the UAR really exists... I had my doubts about the vague rumors that a foreign power had a foothold in Canada. But now all that is left is how to proceed."

"For another day. Now, I'll be in the lab fiddling with our latest tech acquisitions. See you later." Li enters his laboratory. It is a bunker below the comms center behind thirty feet of reinforced concrete, with multiple pre-war doors of thick reinforced titanium. A slightly joyous laugh could be heard as the doors closed.

Rick was now by himself. Guess I'll inspect the base. He left the main building.

"Let's start with the garage." On his way to the garage, he passed children that were taking their mandatory military training. The children 7-12 were studying tactics and practicing marksmanship, while the older ones were undergoing more advanced training worthy of the Russian Spetsnaz. He smiled at the determined looks on all of their faces. The children are the future.

Upon reaching the garage, he entered and passed several vehicles being overhauled including several General-purpose Light Military Trucks, an APC, and an MBT. Rick approaches the chief engineer, who is working on the MBT. "How are the tech grafts doing?"

The engineer twitched and turned around. "Huh? Oh, uh, GENERAL SIR!" He Saluted. "The, uh, mods are g-going well. That prototype targeting computer you guys l-lifted from that old facility looks like it will max out the accuracy to the c-cannon's effective range. Almost have to r-reclassify it to self-propelled a-a-artillery."

"Good, good. On another note, Frank, how is your wife? Pregnancy going well?"

"Oh, she's f-fine. Everything is going well so f-far."

"Great. Gonna be a soldier? Or an engineer like daddy?"

"I d-don't know. T-truthfully I w-wouldn't mind s-someone t-to succeed me."

"Great thinking right there. Keep up the good work, Frank."

"T-thank you, s-sir."

Rick exits the garage to prepare for the imminent envoy from mexico.
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Postby Gerdon Laughis » Sat Sep 17, 2016 7:15 am

The Kingdom of Malta
His Majesty Zethatha Dukalise


Zethartha walked the halls of his Palace. Having just returned from his newly found territory of Sardinia, things were on the Up and Up now. But if he were to have his dream of a new Italian Empire restored, he would need allies. So that is when he chose the Greeks. He would Telegram Archon Lorianos Drakos of The New Aurelian Empire. He quickly called a scribe, and had the message transcribed.

To:Archon Lorianos Drakos of the New Aurelian Empire
From:King Zethartha Dukalise of the Kingdom of Malta

Your Royal Highness:
The Proximity that our two nations share puts us in a peculiar situation. As you may or may not know, my nation controls the Islands of Malta and Sardinia, and are making plans as we speak to make an acquisition of the Isle of Sicily. As you know, in this wasteland allies are essential to survival, so that is why we have chosen to contact you. We are wishing to form an alliance with you,so that we may protect our values and interests against the larger and aggressive nations like the UAR which we are so close to. I believe this will be mutual beneficial, and you will know that we will be willing to aid you in any way we can, granted that you do the same.
- His Greatness, King Zethartha Dukalise of the Kingdom of Malta


After that was set, he met with his military advisors. They came to the conclusion that a small outpost would be established on the southern tip of Sicily, and expansion would continue from there. Italy will be theirs soon!

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