Ingenium, Nervus, et Anima (IC: 4 slots open in OOC)

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

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https://youtu.be/_rcmeMxxGYw To add to the scene.

2115. 15 years passed since the religious paramilitary group Eteru-No had found the answer to the equation they were finding to solve for years: is there a god over all of us? Before the awakening, the answer was a safe "Maybe." But with their successful deployment of a nuclear weapon into Antartica, the answer became a regret-filled "Yes." In only a few months, Antartica was wasted down to the islands under the ice, and hundreds of millions were dead or displaced from home. Satillites were wiped out quickly by unknown forces, systems to spot the perpretrators being wiped out in only weeks. It seemed that whatever the awakened force was, it had a plan years in the making.

The only sign of the hostiles? Their main forces: Large white brutes, that stand 15 ft over humans, wielding gigantic double sided swords about their height, with retractable wing, giant mouths, and superhuman strength, speed, and durability. Bullets just seem to stop in front of the grunts. Their nicknames some have given to them?

Angels.

Only one continent has survived, with the arrival of the Angels destablizing the original nations of the Northwest Hemisphere, leaving only the migrants from other nations, lucky survivors, and newer nation-states. The only true problem in front of them is the gods they have awakened. But what will they do about each other? Only the doomsday clock will tell.

[Pacific Union of Cascadia]

The World is in great shape, extraterrestrials have taken over most of Earth, the ecosystem is destroyed, Earth will probably never recover. The bad news? We got the rest of humanity packed into North America,they are trapped, and they have plans...

One of the many banners of Cascadia to boost national morale

Cascadia, an old idea brought to life in the Mid 21st Century. It is one, if not the only original North American governments from before "First Contact". Many refugees have come and called Cascadia home, as it has been provided with abundant land and natural resources, as well as a heavy industrial base provided by heavy use of automation and mechanical machinery. Ever since the collapse of Earth, and the near destruction of the entire biosphere, Cascadians have put up with many tasks, from dealing with the toxic water to dealing with the destruction of the Orbital communications. They put up with it, dealt with it the best way possible. Water filtration systems have been built all around the country, from the Columbia River to straight from the former Pacific, and ground-to-ground communications have been created to deal with the loss. Money has lost it's value, all that matters now is preservation of the country and it's people.

Life will never be the same, will it? It would take hundreds of generations for the Earth to even start recovery from the hell that has been unleashed. At least the remaining people will be smart enough to save it, we hope.

At this point right now, Military leaders, Governmental Officials, Economists, the whole slew, are planning on a military event akin to the famous 20th Century D-Day. Resources are being gathered, formed, and shaped to prepare for such an event, but what it involves are new machines of war. These are not powered by Calories and Muscle, no. These are men of metal, circuitry, and 1s and 0s. This will be their first battle, first true test, if you will. After much development and at home tests, these steel men are ready for war.

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

Dotting Hawaii are the "Harpies", hovering around the islands and keeping guard, hunting out any possible threat they can find. They wait for a general command from the largest Harpy, one the size of a 15 story building. It rests in the forests, making a hidden area for it to lie in.

[Parcia]

NORAD.

A bunker complex long since forgotten by the old world, with only those in side remembering the country the bunker served, buts that's not the important part. With a self sustained economy, dependable and sturdy population and abundance of old world tech, it stands as a last bastion of the old world, while maintaining the new name... "Cheyenne Mountain Republic."


Things look bleak though, especially in the oncoming days and weeks.

[Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity]

As the glittering waters of the enlarged Hudson lap against Manhattan island (which isn't , the sparkling glass of crumbling skyscrapers turns the landscape into an antique chandelier: though it still has beauty, it is but a remnant of what it once was.

Here, the grand city of New York once stood. But now, it is the capital of the Northeastern Confederacy. The Confederacy is made up of an assortment of tribes and city-states, whose leaders are the Chiefs which meet in a large marble City Hall. The Chiefs rule according to a set of laws agreed upon in the Doctrine (a nod to the Iriquois Confederacy system). The rest of the population lives primarily in underground areas, though some live in above-ground tents and buildings which still survive. They mostly hunt whatever animals they find, painstakingly using chemicals of all sorts to make the meat less unsafe due to the poor quality of the grass and water. City-states and tribes are composed of a demographically ambiguous band of 60-70 people, a subliminal memory of the multicultural society of the former Northeastern states. More often than not, the people are armed with rifles for hunting and are therefore very easy to train for military engagements and general mobilization, though this seems to never come. There is a heavily maritime economy, relying on the construction of sturdy ships and fishing on the river.

But the Chiefs are planning something ambitious: they want to expand, and they have the plans for a weapon perfectly suited for this goal. Based on plans they found among the ruins of Ithaca University (telling of unstable Higgs stability fields and the properties of antimatter), they want to weaponize the very universe that they live in. They commission a search for people who may still understand the intricacies of the equations and the various Greek symbols. But before this, they seek communications. Subordinates of the Chiefs find landlines and attempt to contact anyone they can. One of the books describes the landline to "NORAD." The Chiefs order their subordinates to contact this "NORAD" and ascertain their location.

[Pacific Union of Cascadia]

Debates around Cascadia have been telling of the potential of Quantum and Astrophyics in application of military technology, as universities and colleges alike have in depth classes of the subject. One of the main topics is utilizing it for warping space-time to create instantaneous travel of Combat Jets, and with the available technology, and enough experimentation, such might just be possible. Although, these are only ideas, and ideas can fade..

Back on the Coast, many large ships are being gathered, high powered Battle Ships, massive carriers, you name it. For this operation to be successful, however, is the usage of air power. Fighters and bombers accompanying the fleet will contain many powerful explosives, usage of nuclear weaponry will be permitted, as the automated fleet will be resistant to the radiation. With this, creation of nuclear material begins for use in the operation.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

The blood filled waters of the Caribbean had been crashing on the shores of the Puerto Rican coast. A ways off in the distance, a few men were loading up a plan. It was full of supplies such as food, purified water and building materials. These supplies were going to the colonies. First they'd stop at the Key Colonies, which were slowly becoming self sustaining, and then they'd move to the Miami Settlement, often called la Flor de la Costa. It was actually a very well developed settlement, but it had barely five hundred people living in it, so it still needed to be developed further before it could be called self sustaining.

"Hey, you paying attention to politics?" one of the men said to the other. "Gotta say, even in times like these, politics are god awful."

The other scoffed in amusement. "At least that Raul fella is kept in check by the other guys. Though I'm pretty sure he's gonna stay in office for a long time. A lotta people say he rigs those elections we have."

"Politics never change, do they?" A third one commented before loading up the last box. "Alright, that's the last of it. Let's get going. Remember, fly low and all that. I doubt I need to tell you."

The others nodded and hopped into the aircraft. Time to get going. You barely ever get a break in this job, but it puts bread on the table.

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

As the long days pass by, Adam stays in his gigantic chamber, surrounded by thousands of other colossal beings alike him, his sons. The chosen few of his kin, those whom deviate from Adam's mass production formulas, his Sons, are brought to his chamber. Ones who cannot make it, such as those in space around Earth, listen in to the area where he is. He eyes his sons, some much larger then he is, but he seems to still be the commanding force of them all.

"The new era of our world will soon begin. Before, we had been the ones locked away by the other seed as her festering wounds on the planet were sown. Now, we save this planet, for better or for worse." He moves an arm into the air. "There is a strange air in our territory of Gadriel."

He looks to a son around a size akin to his own. "Sachiel, prove yourself. Find the cause with your Gaghiels, and return to me when the report is ready." The son, a large black humanoid creature with skinny appendages and a weird bird like mask for a face, bows lightly and heads out, heading out to sea as a crowd of humongus fish like creatures, seemingly the size of aircraft carriers, approach Sachiel as he descends into the water, beginning to swim to the islands close to the land where Sodom and Gomorrah now rest.

The fleet is on it's way.

[Pacific Union of Cascadia]

As the Task Fleet approaches the final stages of creation, coastal industrial centers begin creating more ships, as the Navy will be more important then ever in these coming days, with the planned-cross pacific operations and all of that mess. As well, Technological Centers alongside In-land Industry begin to produce more of the War Robots, finding that young mens' lives will no longer be thrown into the metaphorical shredder called...those horrors.

"Hellspawn" Occupied Hawaii, formerly a part of the Pacific District
Several high-hypersonic (Mach 15) spy planes fly in the upper Stratosphere to take multiple scans of the island chain below, to find the number of enemies occupying the former Cascadian territories. The purpose of this task is to make sure further preparations of the fleet is required, or if potential back up will be required.

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

As the Task Fleet approaches the final stages of creation, coastal industrial centers begin creating more ships, as the Navy will be more important then ever in these coming days, with the planned-cross pacific operations and all of that mess. As well, Technological Centers alongside In-land Industry begin to produce more of the War Robots, finding that young mens' lives will no longer be thrown into the metaphorical shredder called...those horrors.

"Hellspawn" Occupied Hawaii, formerly a part of the Pacific District
Several high-hypersonic (Mach 15) spy planes fly in the upper Stratosphere to take multiple scans of the island chain below, to find the number of enemies occupying the former Cascadian territories. The purpose of this task is to make sure further preparations of the fleet is required, or if potential back up will be required.
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Harpy-fiends get a sense of premonition up above. If the spy planes see it, most of the ground lights up orange as they extend their wings. Their mystical fielding catapults them up into the sky at a similar hypersonic speed, the ground below being devastated by the continuous AT Field assisted launches, as the ones already in flight around the islands in patrol land to protect the island. It seems they even can take shifts in patrols.

[Communist Volkstrad]

Among the mountains of the Carolinas, there stands the remnants of a once proud nation. The Volkstradi denizens of Togeria-Volkstrad have carved themselves a refuge, having been whisked away from the ruins of their former home in Europe. A nation of many peoples and languages, the Kingdom of Volkstrad does not reside happily in this new land. A people tied deeply to their homeland and united by common values, there is nothing the people of Volkstrad want more than to return home.

Nothing more, save for Vengeance.
The nation does not sit idle, and instead plots and schemes to retake what rightfully belongs to it. To purge the world of these vile abominations that defile it, and to restore the Kaiser to his proper throne. Soon, soon the time will come to make them pay....