Your fate in the glorious Soviet Technocracy

[Sapiency]

Name: Relais Metsurfiri
    Gender: Female
    Race: Urvaran (i.e. scandinavian types)
    Age: 82 (32 physical)
    Religion: Atheist
    Ideology: Aretecratic AI-Managed Post-scarcity
    Vocal about your ideology?: Only when you ask about it or insult it.
    Vocal about your religion?: Only when you ask or outrage it; i.e. a preacher damning women who have abortions to hell, etc.
    Economic Class: Citizen (i.e. holy shit she has hueg ca$h)
    Sexuality: Pansexual
    Weight: 59 kilograms.
    Education: Superior Qualification in Applied Mathematics, Superior Qualification in Transdimensional Physics, Qualification in Foreign Economics, Minor Qualification in Basic Stimulation of the Human Body. (no that does not mean she's really good at sex it means she knows how to use the nerves in the body)
    Skills: Academics. Research.
    Current Job: n/a
    Previous Jobs: ISF Consultant
    Biography: Typical stuff. Nothing really that interesting.

    Political Stances:
    Religion: Delusion.
    Atheism: Truth.
    Communism: The right idea. Bad method.
    Capitalism: Haet.
    Socialism: The only right idea which is applicable in less advanced societies.
    Fascism: Stupidity.
    Syndicalism: Rubbish.
    Anarchy: Terrible, impractical stupidity.
    Autocracy: Totally stupid.
    Democracy: Unreliable. Stupidity of the masses.
    Dictatorship: Constitutionally controlled to an adequate ideal only.
    Taxes: Good.
    Homosexuality: Why restrict yourself?
    Abortion: Unneeded. Adoption works just as well.
    Alcohol: Useless and can destroy lives in less advanced societies. Discourages.
    Gun Control: Doesn't work. Guns are for protection, and they work. Everyone should have some.
    Other, sapient species: Embraced unless they try to kill you.

[Ribelia]

Name: Darren Belinkov
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 39
Religion: Atheism
Ideology: Catgirlism
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Mother's basement
Sexuality: Very Straight
Weight: 289 lbs
Education: High School Diploma
Skills: Computers
Current Job: Pizza Delivery
Previous Jobs: None
Biography: Darren hasn't really had much of a life outside his mother's basement. Outside from going out to deliver pizzas, his main home is on the computer and the inter/intra nets. He hasn't much of a clue about what political ideologies there are but he has always gone with "Catgirls" when asked his preference. A virgin (and probably will remain one until death) he has proposed to his favorite anime dating sim game girl and is only awaiting her answer. Unfortunately, he has to wait until 12:00 pm on Monday morning for her response.

Political Stances:
Religion: "Who needs it? I never saw a need for God."
Atheism: "I guess that's what I am."
Communism: "Those guys who want to take away my computer and internet and give it to that bum who pisses on my lawn? No, screw that!"
Capitalism: "Those greedy bastards!"
Socialism: "Didn't I already answer your question?"
Fascism: "I don't wanna die in the army! But, I do like killing things. Hmm..."
Syndicalism: "Damn unions."
Anarchy: "As long as they don't take my shit, I'm fine."
Autocracy: "Hmmmm, unlimited power....."
Democracy: "I have no time to vote, so whatever."
Dictatorship: "You mean those guys who take away my computer and keep it for themselves? Screw them!"
Taxes: "Fuck taxes."
Homosexuality: "Faggots? Where?"
Abortion: "If the mother doesn't want then hey, it ain't my kid."
Alcohol: "You mean that stuff I drink at night when I need some help when I answer one of my girlfriend's questions wrong?"
Gun Control: "I love guns. Especially the Desert Eagle and P90. Man I love that combo."
Other, sapient species: "You mean like if dogs talk? I never seen a talking dog."

[Angelic Gophers]

Just for the fun of it...

Name: Tanril Thalemar.
Gender: Female.
Race: Angelic Gopher in human guise; appears vaguely Caucasian.
Age: 74; looks about 28.
Religion: Church of the Five Winds.
Ideology: Nothing in particular, beyond sheer arrogance.
Vocal about your ideology?: Nope.
Vocal about your religion?: Not usually.
Economic Class: Was moderately wealthy before exile; now, depends on the availability of suitable work.
Sexuality: Anything with an interesting mind.
Weight: Slender build, but heavier than she looks.
Education: Nothing formal. Lots of bits and pieces, mostly related to combat, computers, and psychology.
Skills: Unarmed combat, knife fighting, small arms, explosives, stealth, computers, security systems, general scheming.
Current Job: Psycho for hire.
Previous Jobs: Noble, followed by assassin, mercenary, and general troublemaker.
Biography: Tanril was born in a minor noble family among the Angori, and quickly showed a talent for sneaking and personal combat. Her skills helped her to improve her rank, both by selling her services to more powerful nobles and by dealing with rivals more directly. Then, because of a betrayal by one of her subordinates, she failed at a mission against another noble. Her rivals quickly arranged for her exile. Tanril was transformed into a human by the High Council that rules the Angori, powerful magic that only they can undo. She was left on a random human world with a bit of money and a suitcase of equipment, and told to stay clear of Angelic Gopher territory. Since that time, she's been taking any work she can find, trying to gather enough resources to recover her place among her people, arrange the downfall of her rivals, and get revenge against the one who betrayed her.

Political Stances:
Religion: Mildly in favor.
Atheism: No objection.
Communism: Opposed.
Capitalism: In favor.
Socialism: Opposed.
Fascism: No opinion.
Syndicalism: Opposed.
Anarchy: I can work with that.
Autocracy: In favor.
Democracy: Foolish.
Dictatorship: In favor.
Taxes: Some are probably needed, but I don't have to like them.
Homosexuality: Doesn't matter.
Abortion: No objection.
Alcohol: It's nice, and so is being able to handle it better than most genuine humans.
Gun Control: Keep your hands off of my guns, or I'll slit your worthless throat. You can take them away from everyone else, though - makes my work easier.
Other, sapient species: Inferior to Angelic Gophers, but I can keep that opinion to myself.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Natalie Pershing
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasion
Age: 22
Religion: Non Practicing Orthodox Jew
Ideology: Economic Liberal, Social Conservative
Vocal about your ideology?: Yes
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Middle
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 112Lbs
Education: Masters in Financial Management, Bachelors in Political Science and Finance with a Minor in Cultural Studies
Skills: Fluent in English, Ferki, German, French, Mandarin Chinese, profiecient in Spanish, Russian and Japanese. Good at public speaking.
Current Job: Chief Undersecretary to the High Minister of Finance and Banking
Previous Jobs: Assitant to the Minister of Banking and Reglulation, Northern Office
Biography: Born to a middle class family, Natalie was a stand out student in high school. She earned a full academic scholarship to the prestigous Dilx University where she earned her degrees. During her college years she interned with the Ministry of Finance for 2 summers and the Economic Regulatory Commission for 1 summer. She is currently unmarried.

Political Stances:
Religion: No opinion. She maintains some religous behaviors to placate her parents.
Atheism: Not a fan
Communism: She see's some merit
Capitalism: If well regulated
Socialism: She has advocated several socialist policies
Fascism: Firmly against
Syndicalism: Maybe a good idea
Anarchy: No thanks
Autocracy: No thanks
Democracy: Better than nothing
Dictatorship: If the leader is fair, than all is good
Taxes: Graduated income tax
Homosexuality: No opinion
Abortion: Pro-Choice
Alcohol: In social situations
Gun Control: Automatics should be banned
Other, sapient species: No opinion

Being vocal about her beliefs, poor Natalie Pershing is succumbed to the same fate that has awaited many people who would dare threaten the Soviet people with removal of freedom and liberty. After having announced her beliefs quite openly on her passport, she is given a very leery glare by the customs officials and watched until she leaves the unloading docks, giving her her first taste of what it would be like living in the Technocracy.

Unluckily for Ms. Pershing, she decided to move into a relatively low-cost/low-income apartment complex with a strong conservative presence, hoping that the stay would be brief until she had found a stable job, especially with her degrees. Her fellow neighbours and flatmates did not take kindly to her preaching about socialism, her pro-tax stance, and (worst of all) her belief that automatic weapons, explosives and other "dangerous" weapons should be banned. However, some of the less extreme members of the block were slightly relieved when she mentioned her beliefs on dictatorship and anarchy.

Late that night, Natalie's house was stormed by a group similar to the "Sons of Smith", although these men were far less well-trained and less equipped. Armed with sub-machine guns, batons and pistols, the men hacked down Natalie's door with a fireaxe, their faces obscured by scarves or bandanas. Natalie, despite her anti-gun stance, was packing heat in the form of a .45 pistol. As the men charged through her door with their guns at their sides, Natalie gunned down one before the rest could restrain her proerply and drag her out into the hallway to be lynched.

A pair of passing paramilitary officers (unaffiliated with any pro-capitalist militia), clad in full body armour and armed with military assault rifles saw the commotion from across the block and charged in to Natalie's rescue, smashing several men in the face with the butts of their rifles. One man tried to resist by opening fire on the officers with his pistol, but was promptly killed instantly by a burst of gunfire, and another resistor was stabbed by an officer's bayonet. He died from blood loss several minutes later, after the rest of the of the men had been handcuffed, with an officer's boot on his chest to keep him from getting up.

Natalie, after brief questioning, was allowed to return to her home and the remaining three men were arrested for breaking and entering, attempted assault, attempted murder, attempted sexual assault, resisting arrest, and property damage. Two of the men, who were primarily charged with resisting arrest, were sentenced to death via hanging, while the last man was sentenced to ten years.

Ms. Pershing escaped shaken, but unscathed, and quickly moved out the apartment complex, to a less conservative area, where she found a job with a local corporation. Despite her views regarding capitalism, and the Technocracy's unregulated capitalism, she kept her opinions to herself and only asked when questioned and even then was quite hesitant.

Eventually, she would become a Chief Financial Officer for a major aerospace corporation, where her political degree would also come in handy.

[Reavani]

Name: Politi Ven
Gender: Male
Race: Reavic
Age: 29
Religion: State, possibly atheist though.
Ideology: State, a cross between Feudal Industrialism and Fascism.
Vocal about your ideology?: Extremely
Vocal about your religion?: Not at all
Economic Class: Middle
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: ~190 Lbs
Education: High School
Skills: Marksmanship, Some useless prattle, Good with Computers
Current Job: Commissariat Scout
Previous Jobs: None
Biography: Born in a low district in Reavi, Politi was raised in a state institution, after being selected for the Commissariat. His file picks back up after the classified, when he was first assigned to a Commissariat StormKorps squad. Not much of interest aside from his conscription into the third under-city crusade.

Political Stances:
Religion: Unknown, very possibly lying so as to not be discovered.
Atheism: Unknown, very possibly atheist.
Communism: Vehemently Anti-Socialist and Anti-Communist.
Capitalism: Laissez-Faire policies please him, as do most darwinist ideas.
Socialism: Vehemently Anti-Socialist and Anti-Communist.
Fascism: Member of the Reavani Commissariat, the police force dedicated to keeping the state subjugated.
Anarchy: Order is the correct way.
Autocracy: Believes that Unlimited Power only brings Unlimited Corruption.
Democracy: Believes that a more democratic Imperial State might be a better place to live in.
Dictatorship: Believes in the Imperial Family, understanding of the benevolence.
Taxes: Pays his taxes without fail.
Homosexuality: The population is the only important thing.
Abortion: If the child is healthy, it should live.
Alcohol: Does it interfere with work? If no, then go crazy.
Gun Control: Controlling weapons only disperses them illegally.
Other, sapient species: BURN THE BEASTS!

[Ramsetia]

Name: Keirin Jan Ellenis
Gender: Female
Race: Northern Ramset/Disco Dice hybrid
Age: 23
Religion: Druidism
Ideology: none
Vocal about your ideology?: Hard to be vocal about nothing.
Vocal about your religion?: only when directly questioned
Economic Class: Upper-middle
Sexuality: Bisexual
Weight: average
Education: College-level
Skills: Aerospace design, Violin, Tournament-level chess
Current Job: Lead Design Technician, Ramset Space Authority
Previous Jobs: Intern, Horus Aerospace R&D.
Biography: Jan was born to a ramset criminal in prison for charges of aggravated assault. She was removed from her mother to live with a relative on the other side of the nation. She showed an interest in the arts, picking up violin as a hobby, and a great aptitude for critical, logical thought. This lent itself well to chess, which she would go on to play in local tournaments, winning and placing regularly. After high school, she studied at the Ramset Academy of Sciences, and was quickly scooped up by the Ramset Space Authority to design orbital re-entry vehicles.

Political Stances:
Religion: Something personal, to be respected, but not allowed to rule your life.
Atheism: Exactly as any religion
Communism: No opinion
Capitalism: No opinion
Socialism: No opinion
Fascism: No opinion
Syndicalism: No opinion
Anarchy: Strongly against. Any order is better than none.
Autocracy: No opinion
Democracy: Fine, as long as it isn't compulsory
Dictatorship: only if the dictator is benevolent
Taxes: a necessary evil
Homosexuality: Doesn't understand why there's such a big fuss over it
Abortion: As a medical necessity only
Alcohol: Useful for relaxation
Gun Control: Gun owners should be properly educated in the use and dangers of their weapon
Other, sapient species: Perfectly fine. Gets along better with them than humans sometimes.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Richard
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian
Age: 19
Religion: Atheism
Ideology: Anarcho-Syndicalism
Vocal about your ideology?: Only if that's what we're discussing.
Vocal about your religion?: Only if that's what we're discussing.
Economic Class: Working class, "lower-middle" class.
Sexuality: Straight.
Weight: 125 lbs.
Education: Bachelor's degree work in progress.
Skills: Computer programming, writing.
Current Job: Shelf-stacker at a library.
Previous Jobs: various.
Biography:

Political Stances:
Religion: is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the soul of soulless conditions, the heart of a heartless world; it is the opium of the people.
Atheism: is swell.
Communism: is a goal to work toward once anarchistic socialism is achieved.
Capitalism: is better than feudalism, but not by much.
Socialism: is a goal to work toward now.
Fascism: is bad.
Syndicalism: is the best way to achieve socialism.
Anarchy: is a goal to work toward now.
Autocracy: is bad.
Democracy: is insufficiently democratic.
Dictatorship: is bad.
Taxes: are frustrating and will be unnecessary in a socialist society.
Homosexuality: is cool.
Abortion: is fine.
Alcohol: is good.
Gun Control: is bad.
Other, sapient species: I'd love to meet them.

Being non-vocal about his communist beliefs, as well as being against gun control and taxes, and fine with homosexuality and abortion, Richard is accepted by most Soviet citizens. His skills around around computer hardware, software, and his knowledge of hacking in general, Richard is picked up by a local underground "clan" of hackers called "The Priory". The Priory is an ideologically neutral group, mostly known for their fairly mercenary nature. Richard, being non-vocal about his ideology, fits right in. While he doesn't agree with some of the methods employed by the group, such as working for large corporations, he is well off and amasses quite the technological wonder in his apartment. For several years, he and his hacker group manage to filter their way through the Galactic Internet, doing all sorts of contracts. Crashing corporate mainframe servers, stealing encrypted data for communist subversives, stealing rival companies' designs, DDoSing the communist Intranet and other sort of network nastiness.

Eventually, however, Richard and the leader of the Priory, Maximus, begin to conflict regarding ideological views. Richard wants to keep the original neutral views of the Priory alive, while Maximus wishes to use his accumulated wealth to begin working towards a more communist future. Despite his beliefs lying within the "leftist" view of thought, Richard feels that a truly communist society would be impossible without anarcho-socialism, or at least an anarchic state. He and several members of the Priory split off after a short, mostly harmless internal struggle to form a new group, the "Merchants of Doom".

Keeping the original mercenary group of the Priory alive, Richard reinstates contracts with several large corporations and begins working anew, while Maximus and his Priory are trying their best to stop him. Eventually, Richard manages to locate Maximus' base of operations, and sends this info to his client. Within hours, a strike force is assembled from the company's local mercenary base and dispatched to confiscate or destroy the Priory's entire network. Maximus and his cohorts are arrested, tried for cyberterrorism and sentenced to twelve years in prison.

After several years of working as a mercenary, Richard finally uses his newfound money to acquire a degree, paying his way through college upfront. Although the school officials are slightly perplexed as to where he had gotten the money, no questions are asked and Richard manages to settle down after about five years of work, on and off, for various large companies and underground groups. Eventually, he writes about his story as a freelance hacker for hire, and manages to live out the rest of his live in relative comfort.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Gabriel Texidor-Serralta
Gender: M
Race: White Hispanic
Age: 18
Religion: Catholicism
Ideology: Socialism?
Vocal about your ideology?: Not really, I don't have to be
Vocal about your religion?: I'm a little more liberal at it than most
Economic Class: Moderately wealthy
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 186 lbs
Education: Two doctorates from George Orwell College of Studies
Skills: Carpentry, some agricultural knowledge, and cooking
Current Job: Chairman of the Worker's Imperial Republic of The Rich Port (a.k.a., employee of 4 billion people).
Previous Jobs: Head spokesperson, I.S.P., followed by soldier in the RPAF
Biography: I was born to annoying parents and a sister who wanted to leave us as soon as possible. Always a fan of anything people have a bad reason of opposing or not liking. Raised Catholic by parents too lazy to beat me into believing I need to sacrifice myself to God and the Bible. Found solace in Fascism, at first, and then Socialism, and finally with Psychology and Literature. A hopeless romantic, gotten my heart broken several times at several stages at my life, both unrequited and excited-about-me women. Elected to public office because I was the lesser of two evils, allowed to remain there because I was fair, smart, and a master of Zen Socialism.

Political Stances:
Religion: Kept out of the state
Atheism: Rather pathetic
Communism: A bit too radical
Capitalism: A system so flawed people need to smother themselves with stuff to live with it
Socialism: A marvelous version of Communism that is the road to paradise
Fascism: Those who follow it are compensating for something
Syndicalism: A nightmare to run, and I'd be pretty unnecessary.
Anarchy: A vision straight out of Hell
Autocracy: Ultimate dreamscape of "power"
Democracy: The perfect political state
Dictatorship: Isn't that the same as autocracy?
Taxes: Necessary, but should be toned down whenever they aren't
Homosexuality: Perfectly natural
Abortion: A woman's choice, to be aided by the medical field
Alcohol: A guilty pleasure
Gun Control: LOL WUT. Ain't nobody puttin' hands on mah AKS-74u
Other, sapient species: God's creations, just like me

Once again, democratic socialism rears it's ugly head in the glorious Technocracy. Once again, another socialist decides that he thinks he can change the government. Except, this time it's different:

Gabriel arrives at the unloading area, like most people. Unable to understand common German, the language of the Soviet citizen, he is perplexed as to why the customs officials are screaming and yelling his name, pointing and shouting at the nearest citizens with guns. These citizens, of course knowing exactly what the officials are shouting, unholster their pistols and rifles and keep them at the ready, as Gabriel is forced to walk through a sea of obscenities and hostility.

Arriving (miraculously) in one piece at the space elevator, he takes his ride down, which is slightly more pleasant than the time he spent in the unloading area in orbit. He decides to stay, smartly, stay away from the low-income houses, despite their cheap appeal. Being moderately wealthy, he settles down in a rather nice upper-story flat, where people wear suits and the walls are lined with oak trim and gold leaf, instead of concrete and blood stains. Here, in this part of the arcology city, no one bothers you no matter what your ideology is. Luckily for Gabriel, no one knows what his ideology is due to his non-vocal nature.

The other wealthy gentlemen who walk amongst him merely see him as another one of themselves, especially due to his extensive firearms collection. Eventually, he settles down and becomes a physician, receiving a moderately wealthy sum of $250,000 a year, and seeing patients from all walks of life. Some are socialist, like himself, others are poorer men, wearing rags, but most are middle class who are staunchly capitalist and pro-gun. No one questions his authority in his office, as he is seen as a person of respect and admiration, due to his life-saving skills.

Despite letting it slip that he is democratic socialist (might I reiterate that it is the most evil sin in the Technocracy), most, even the middle class, merely nod and let him check them over for any issues. In the hospital, even the most sinful of transgressions are overlooked, and no one would dare touch him due to his extensive importance to the community and his wealth in general.

Gabriel lives a modest life, despite his money, and often gives large sums to local charities where it goes to help the poor find jobs, get houses and food, and help the community that he is a part of. Despite the troubling first day at the unloading area in orbit, Gabriel eventually comes to like the Technocracy, and many people, even those in the know of his political stances, come to respect and give thanks to him.

[Tungookska]

Name: David Axelrod
Gender: male
Race: Nordid
Age: 45
Religion: none
Ideology: left
Vocal about your ideology?: yes
Vocal about your religion?: no
Economic Class: middle
Sexuality: sex machine
Weight: under 9000
Education: smartest man alive
Skills: master debator
Current Job: historian, senator
Previous Jobs: none
Biography: standing 6'9000" with blonde hair blue eyes, he will rape you mentally. he also posesses the greatest mustache known to man
Political Stances:
Religion: do not want
Atheism: do want
Communism: possibly want
Capitalism: sort of want
Socialism: sort of want
Fascism: sort of want
Syndicalism: sort of want
Anarchy: do not want
Autocracy: do not want
Democracy: do want
Dictatorship: do not want
Taxes: do not want
Homosexuality: do want
Abortion: do want
Alcohol: sort of want
Gun Control: do not want
Other, sapient species: do not want

[Indeos]

Name: David Axelrod
Gender: male
Race: Nordid
Age: 45
Religion: none
Ideology: left
Vocal about your ideology?: yes
Vocal about your religion?: no
Economic Class: middle
Sexuality: sex machine
Weight: under 9000
Education: smartest man alive
Skills: master debator
Current Job: historian, senator
Previous Jobs: none
Biography: standing 6'9000" with blonde hair blue eyes, he will rape you mentally. he also posesses the greatest mustache known to man
Political Stances:
Religion: do not want
Atheism: do want
Communism: possibly want
Capitalism: sort of want
Socialism: sort of want
Fascism: sort of want
Syndicalism: sort of want
Anarchy: do not want
Autocracy: do not want
Democracy: do want
Dictatorship: do not want
Taxes: do not want
Homosexuality: do want
Abortion: do want
Alcohol: sort of want
Gun Control: do not want
Other, sapient species: do not want

6'9000"? Isn't that ridiculous?

[Tungookska]

Name: David Axelrod
Gender: male
Race: Nordid
Age: 45
Religion: none
Ideology: left
Vocal about your ideology?: yes
Vocal about your religion?: no
Economic Class: middle
Sexuality: sex machine
Weight: under 9000
Education: smartest man alive
Skills: master debator
Current Job: historian, senator
Previous Jobs: none
Biography: standing 6'9000" with blonde hair blue eyes, he will rape you mentally. he also posesses the greatest mustache known to man
Political Stances:
Religion: do not want
Atheism: do want
Communism: possibly want
Capitalism: sort of want
Socialism: sort of want
Fascism: sort of want
Syndicalism: sort of want
Anarchy: do not want
Autocracy: do not want
Democracy: do want
Dictatorship: do not want
Taxes: do not want
Homosexuality: do want
Abortion: do want
Alcohol: sort of want
Gun Control: do not want
Other, sapient species: do not want

6'9000"? Isn't that ridiculous?

not really

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Alistair Von Luremburg
Gender: Male
Race: Indeosan(White, generally dark hair, wide array of eye colors[which is why they're not just Caucasian])
Age: 35
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Socialist
Vocal about your ideology?: Not really, but he debates about it if pushed. Tends to listen more than talk.
Vocal about your religion?: Not at all.
Economic Class: Very wealthy.
Sexuality: Straight.
Weight: 230lbs
Education: Schooled at several of the best institutes in Indeos.
Skills: Great shot, martial arts expert, high IQ, amazing chef.
Current Job: Diplomat for Indeos
Previous Jobs: Special Operations(Youngest officer to be promoted to chief, highly decorated). Head chef of a five-star restaurant(and before that, a few jobs of the kitchen hierarchy)
Biography: (To come, when I have some more spare time)

Political Stances:
Religion: The government should formally take no stance, but be open to any religion. People can worship whatever, or nothing.
Atheism: The government should formally take no stance, but be open to any religion. People can worship whatever, or nothing.
Communism: Works on paper, but fails in practice.
Capitalism: Hates, because it creates massive class divides.
Socialism: Any type of extreme is bad.
Fascism: Pointless, and a failure.
Syndicalism: Seems like it wouldn't work.
Anarchy: Is impossible to attain, and doesn't work either way.
Autocracy: A stupid idea.
Democracy: The only good way to choose leaders.
Dictatorship: A stupid idea.
Taxes: Should be justified, and citizens should have a say in what they're used for.
Homosexuality: "Live and let live."
Abortion: Pro-choice.
Alcohol: Should be legal, with age restrictions.
Gun Control: Is important, but shouldn't be too strict.
Other sapient species: He's fine with them, and doesn't see a point in discriminating against them.

Mr. Luremburg, and his immense wealth, are afforded a modicum of protection from the lynching mobs of angry Soviet citizens at the unloading docks, after the customs offical blathered on about the evils of social democracy and how he's seen Satan twice before in the same week, muttering about how the "third time's the charm".

Despite this, said customs agent was nowhere near the level of anger as before with Ms. Rolfe or Mr. Serralta, which lead to some confused movement by the citizenry. Some unholstered their pistols or rifles, others kept them at their sides or on their backs, and still others pointed them at the customs agent himself, suspecting him of being some sort of communist spy. This confusion, of course, could be attributed to extreme confusion brought on by Mr. Luremburg's beliefs regarding capitalism, communism, socialism and syndicalism, all of which he seemed to hate.

This, and his waving of a massive wad of money, allowed him to get to the registration desk without getting a single gun pointed at him from henceforth. Using his massive amount of money, Alistair secured a penthouse apartment at the highest end of the arcology, afforded only to top CEOs and the enormously wealthy administrators of the walled city.

His "listen, not speak" policy would also save his life during certain occasions on his trip up to the top of the arcology, as he had to work his way up the hard way, since the tram that would normally move one to their residence was out of commission at that day. No one even knew he was a socialist, and those who thought they knew were rightly confused. His beliefs on gun control, however, would lead to his near demise when he stumbled across a group of paramilitary officers, who stopped him to see his passport.

Suspecting him of being a communist spy, the paramilitary men immediately grabbed Mr. Luremburg and started questioning him in a rapid-fire manner, about all sorts of beliefs of his. Alistair's shocked expression sullied slightly, and he began to debate with the officer. After a few minutes of fast-paced, and surprisingly intelligent arguments for capitalism, as well as pointing out the many faults of the system but also bringing up the various faults of socialism, Mr. Luremburg was let off the hook as a "slightly eccentric, but intelligent leftist nutjob" according to said officer.

Eventually, he managed to negotiate (read: bribe) the officers into taking him to his residence. Figuring they had nothing better to do, since crime never happened in the upper levels anyway, the three officers agreed and from then on, Alistair was in the clear. Surviving the unloading dock, the lower areas of the city, and the paramilitary officers, Alistair's intelligence, wit. and money had saved his life more than once that day. He lived quite a wealthy life from then on, opening his own restaurant, which would become known for it's well-prepared foreign dishes and exquisite quality, at manageable price for even the common man.

[Victorious Decepticons]

Name: Gearsand
Gender: Nongendered
Race: Decepticon Robot
Age: 350
Religion: None
Ideology: Decepticon Way (Rule of the strong, also, Conniving ideas are appreciated)
Vocal about your ideology?: Only if confronted with moralism
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Middle
Sexuality: Asexual
Weight: 10 tons
Education: Masters-level knowledge in foreign law
Skills: Lockpicking, sabotage, and finding ways to get rid of any resulting charges
Current Job: REAL Decepticons do not do "jobs."
Previous Jobs: See above
Biography: A slightly-above-average Decepticon, Gearsand got his name from the fact that his enemies always seemed to end up with sand in their gears after he'd been seen near their motor-oil storage locations. He is a good lockpicker, and prefers to sneak up and crack his way into places rather than just land with a clang and start raiding. Other Decepticons consider this cowardly, but grudgingly admire his ability to find loopholes in foreign laws, which allows him to steal stuff without ending up with their militaries trying to put shells up his tailpipe.

Political Stances:
Religion: Whatever, as long as people don't try to convince him that humans are favored by their god(s).
Atheism: Fine with that
Communism: A BS way to institute slavery of an entire nation
Capitalism: Great!
Socialism: It's junk
Fascism: Fine in some ways, but the economic aspects need help
Syndicalism: This is a good way for the government to end up beholden to the trade groups...
Anarchy: No good...except as a target of invasions
Autocracy: Yes, the strongest should rule the nation
Democracy: A ship of idiots, captained by the chief idiot
Dictatorship: Great! Dumb peasants shouldn't have any say in things!
Taxes: They're for evading
Homosexuality: A biological phenomenon not truly understood
Abortion: Would never happen with robots. If we don't want any offspring, we just don't code any
Alcohol: Does not understand the appeal
Gun Control: Anyone who tries to control my gun will feel what it's like to be on the wrong side of it!
Other, sapient species: Slave stock

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Julianna Vonuruky
Gender: Female
Race: Dersconi
Age: 47
Religion: None
Ideology: Libertarian
Vocal about your ideology?: No; rather apathetic
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Upper
Sexuality: Bisexual
Weight: 63.6 kg
Education: Master-level Political Science
Skills: Drinking, administration and management, fencing
Current Job: Director of Beta Quadrant Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Previous Jobs: Staff of the Magnum Vicarium, Public Relations at Afanasii Logistics
Biography:

Political Stances:
Religion: Whatever
Atheism: Whatever
Communism: It's stupid and unworkable, logically and practically
Capitalism: It's worked for Derscon
Socialism: See communism
Fascism: Some species are barbaric, and if they want to oppress themselves, it's their problem
Syndicalism: A cute and noble ideal, but impossible on its own
Anarchy: It's worked for Derscon
Autocracy: Hope you have a good leader
Democracy: Rule by the Stupid
Dictatorship: See Autocracy
Taxes: theft
Homosexuality: Vonuruky has been in her share of same-sex relationships
Abortion: good to have around, but abused by irresponsible people
Alcohol: The more, the better
Gun Control: 90% accuracy or better
Other, sapient species: Keeps things interesting

Julianna is, for a change, welcomed with open arms at the unloading gate. Several citizens, already having seen at least three social democrats step off the craft docked there, clapped openly and offered to shake her hand, smiling and muttering amongst themselves about how they were happy to have someone with a bit a sense coming into the nation. She is quickly allowed through the crowd of people, and reaches the registration desk without any trouble at all. The slightly irritated clerk reads her passport quickly, smiles a little and hands it back, having had his day brightened by a ray of hope that the galaxy wasn't full of evil communists.

Being a foreign dignitary, she is allowed residence at the local foreign affairs district, which is a totally separate superstructure from the main arcology city. Upon arrival in the arcology proper via space elevator, Juliana is accosted by several paramilitary police, wielding assault rifles and looking a bit twitchy. Irritated that they've run across a "fuckton of commie spies" that day, they check her passport thoroughly. Once again, her beliefs (and possibly wealth) let her through, brightening the day of three police officers. They inform Ms. Vonuruky that the tram in the arcology's lower levels is broken and offer to give her a ride to the station that will take her to the foreign affairs office. She accepts gladly, and after a brief few minutes of driving they reach the station safely.

Greeted by a Soviet diplomat and his aide at the station entrance, she begins discussing political affairs, including a (at the moment) tentative meeting between the various nations of the Galactic South. The diplomat is fully attentive and his aide transcribes the conversation on the way to the foreign affairs embassy.

Upon arriving, and having filled the diplomat in with most of the information regarding the meeting, she is welcomed into a newly constructed diplomatic quarters, where she is welcomed to a luxurious room and board, equipped with a full steward staff, several other nations' diplomatic embassies and various aides for any of her needs. Content, for the most part, Ms. Vonuruky allows herself to rest for a little while before continuing on with her assignment.

[Sith Korriban]

Name: A'tralix Zanuurlin
Gender: Male
Race: Mostly human, some Red Sith blood, leading to reddish tinge to skin and slight protrusions at brow and jaw for the fleshy tentacle 'beards' of his grandfather's people. (A little like those of Naga Sadow but much more subtle.)
Age: Thirty-nine.
Religion: Sith
Ideology: Capitalistic social darwinism - (the strong rise, the weak fall)
Vocal about your ideology?: It creeps into his statements, but he can keep it to himself at need.
Vocal about your religion?: It creeps into his statements, but he can keep it to himself at need.
Economic Class: Noble caste
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Weight: 90kg/198lbs
Education: Private tutoring
Skills: Multilingual, shrewd business sense, advanced tactical knowledge, skilled with weapons. (Also, Force-sensitive but can hide it if necessary.)
Current Job: Currently engaging in private endeavours in directing mercantile efforts in a significant trading concern.
Previous Jobs: Skilled general.
Biography: A'tralix has never been content with second best. When he was eleven he engineered the disgrace of his older brother so he would inherit a greater portion of the family fortune. Upon taking up an offered command, he led the Dark Lady's forces to victory against a rebellious rival Sith Lord. Meanwhile, however, he was devoting attention to amassing as much wealth as possible for himself. Eventually Dark Lady N'ulu began to suspect him of diverting military funds to his private business, a rumour spread by a rival with a little more access to the Dark Lady's ear, and A'tralix deemed it prudent to relocate.

Political Stances:
Religion: As a Sith, he worships power.
Atheism: Indifferent; if you're strong, it doesn't matter.
Communism: Share? Over his dead body.
Capitalism: TREASURE. *ahem* He likes to hoard precious things, and capitalism makes it easier.
Socialism: Somewhat annoyed contempt.
Fascism: A natural state.
Syndicalism: Indifference.
Anarchy: Slight enthusiasm, in that it allows the strong to take power and make something less haphazard.
Autocracy: Approval.
Democracy: Irritation, but he can work with it if he must... voters can be subverted...
Dictatorship: ...Yes? Good?
Taxes: Just an institutionalised bribery system.
Homosexuality: Doesn't really care, it's not his business.
Abortion: An expedient means of removing extraneous offspring.
Alcohol: Good stuff, but musn't overindulge, lest one be left vulnerable.
Gun Control: Pah. Absurd. Yet also can be made an opportunity, if one is inventive with loopholes and willing to find exotic weapons.
Other, sapient species: If they're strong, acknowledge it. If they're not, they're the same as any other weakling.

[Indeos]

Name: David Axelrod
Gender: male
Race: Nordid
Age: 45
Religion: none
Ideology: left
Vocal about your ideology?: yes
Vocal about your religion?: no
Economic Class: middle
Sexuality: sex machine
Weight: under 9000
Education: smartest man alive
Skills: master debator
Current Job: historian, senator
Previous Jobs: none
Biography: standing 6'9000" with blonde hair blue eyes, he will rape you mentally. he also posesses the greatest mustache known to man
Political Stances:
Religion: do not want
Atheism: do want
Communism: possibly want
Capitalism: sort of want
Socialism: sort of want
Fascism: sort of want
Syndicalism: sort of want
Anarchy: do not want
Autocracy: do not want
Democracy: do want
Dictatorship: do not want
Taxes: do not want
Homosexuality: do want
Abortion: do want
Alcohol: sort of want
Gun Control: do not want
Other, sapient species: do not want

6'9000"? Isn't that ridiculous?

not really

I'll guess you don't know how tall that actually is, or that you should convert it to feet.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Dmitri Granin
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Marxist-Leninist
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Proletariat
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 175
Education: College
Skills: Speech giving, near professional shooting
Current Job: Communist Party Commissar
Previous Jobs: Garbage Man
Biography: Born in Abruzi he was persecuted for following the ways of Marx from an early age. Taking to wandering he left the Industrial Imperium and decided he might as well try to find a home within the Holy Union of the Conglomerate.

Political Stances:
Religion:No
Atheism: Yes
Communism:Amazing
Capitalism: No
Socialism: Yes
Fascism: No
Syndicalism: No
Anarchy: Only a post revolutionary embryonic society
Autocracy: No
Democracy: Only a Democracy of the Proletariat (some form of social democracy? IDK my list of terms ran out for this one)
Dictatorship: Only a dictatorship of the proletariat
Taxes: Yes, 100% to ensure that there is no currency in the system and the Worker's control the means of production completely.
Homosexuality:....only once
Abortion: Pro-Choice
Alcohol: Yes
Gun Control: No
Other, sapient species: Sure?

Upon reading the passport for the ill-fated and very, very misfortunate Mr. Granin, the customs official immediately warned everyone of the communist spy within their midst. In the near panic as men and women readied their weapons, poor Mr. Granin could only look back and wonder what a horrible mistake he had made coming to the Technocracy. He immediately fell to his knees, begging repentance and to be allowed to live.

Unable to bring themselves to shoot such a sniveling coward, and obviously having expected him to pull out some kind of communist ray gun, the people immediately lowered their weapons nad started shouting obscenities and death threats at Granin. The customs official himself even found himself being sympathetic to Mr. Granin's tears and begging to live.

Unfortunately, Mr. Troska, a Soviet paramilitary police officer, wasn't. Having been raised under the iron fist of communism, Mr. Troska began a rousing speech to remind the Soviet people of their duty to purge the galaxy of the communist, drowning out Mr. Granin's tears and sorrows, his pleas for his children. Troska began to point, accusing Granin of murder, genocide, and crimes against Humanity. Although the non-human members of the crowd were slightly put off by the last term, they shrugged, agreeing and readied their weapons once again. Slowly, the crowd began to recompose and become angered once again.

Troska gave a heartwrenching story about the days of the communists in his homeland. They were pulling his neighbours and his family from their homes, and locking them up in concentration camps, along with anyone deemed an "Enemy to the Proletarian Revolution". He told the story of how his mother returned from her work shift in the concentration camp, bruised and beaten.

She'd been raped by one of the communist guards that day, several times. Some days later, she found herself being raped once again, having been beset by the same guard. Troska watched from a distance, memorising the guard's features, hatred growing within him as he reached down, picking up a brick that had been dropped by the masons who worked in the camp. He spoke of how he'd slowly walked up to the guard, who looked over at this small boy, grinning ear-to-ear. He told how he heard his mother's pleas and cries. Then, he spoke triumphantly, motioning exactly as he had during that day, telling the crowd of how he'd taken the brick, and cracked it against the communist's skull, killing him instantly.

He spoke of how his mother had later committed suicide in the camp, how his little sister had been tortured and raped in the same way, how only he, his uncle and his father managed to escape the camp during the next night alive. He also spoke of how he was rescued by the Soviet Army several days later, which liberated the camp. They found all the prisoners had been killed, or moved to another concentration camp, and the crematoriums were stocked full of corpses, including his sister's.

As Granin pleaded and begged on the ground, the crowd roared and cheered for his death with a ferocity unknown that day, electrified by Troska's exemplary oratory skills and tragic tale of the evils of communism. With the crowd behind him, physically and figuratively, Troska raised his assault rifle, muttered a quick prayer for the good lord to rescue Dimitri's soul from the fiery depths of Hell, and put two rounds into Granin's back quickly, while the angry mob cheered and clapped, applauding Officer Troska.

Later that week, Troska was promoted from Senior Trooper to Patrol Leader, and his pay was increased three-fold to compensate for the emotional distress caused by the communist coming in close proximity to him.

[Techno-Soviet]

Just a note: Kreanoltha is FT. We have tons of weird tech.

Name: Niviliminus Kalithkitaliticos
Gender: Male
Race: Greek-Israeli Kreanolthan
Age: 134 (Looks around 30)
Religion: Messianic Judaism
Ideology: Capitalist Minarchist
Vocal about your ideology?: Only if someone asks
Vocal about your religion?: See above
Economic Class: Upper
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 210 pounds
Education: PHd. in astrophysics and molecular engineering.
Skills: Lots: Knows 600 distinct ways to kill people and not leave a trace, he can splice just about any genome, can fix any spaceship known to anyone in Kreanoltha, and can use any weapon he sees. He can also speech Galactic Standard English, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Russian, and Arabic.
Current Job: R&D for the Kreanolthan Ministry of Defense.
Previous Jobs: Pirate, Sargent in the Kreanolthan Imperial Marine Corp. Black Ops sector.
Biography: He was born to a wealthy family, but he became resentful of the perceived cage he was stuck in. After he graduated collage he teemed up with a group of pirates. With his knowledge on their side they became the most feared pirates in the three galaxies that make up Kreanolthan Space. Four years later his ship was tracked to the Eagle Nebula, where it was refueling its tritium tanks. There was a brief shoot out and his ship was holed. He was forced to eject in an escape shuttle with no slipspace drive and was quickly picked up by the ship that had hunted him down. He was allowed to pick whether he wanted to join the Marines or be hung for piracy. He quickly joined the Marines. He became the go to for black ops. and assassinations. One of the stipulations for his entrance was that he would not be allowed a commission. He had to stay an NCO. After 30 yeas of service, at age 70, he left the Marines for the R&D department. He has invented amazing new weapons and has amassed a pile of cash in the last 64 years.

Political Stances:
Religion: Thinks it's important but believes in the separation of Church and State.
Atheism: Not a fan but keeps to himself about it.
Communism: Hates it. Wishes time travel would hurry up and be invented so that he could kill the bastard that invented it.
Capitalism: Loves it with a passion.
Socialism: See the Red Plague (aka Communism)
Fascism: Dislikes it.
Syndicalism: Doesn't know what it is.
Anarchy: Too disorderly.
Autocracy: No!
Democracy: Likes Republics better, but yes.
Dictatorship: *Kills with fire and holy water*
Taxes: Income tax is very very bad. He like the Kreanolthan way: one low sales tax.
Homosexuality: Bad
Abortion: Murder
Alcohol: Loves it.
Gun Control: Wort idea ever. Well next to communism.
Other, sapient species: He was one of our contacts with the Tavan Race. We like ETs.

Being democratic, Kalithkitaliticos (often just called "Nivi" or "Mr. Kalith", for short), is treated with initial suspicion by the citizenry. Having been slightly twitchy since the last communist stepped off the boat, his body still curled into a lump on the ground next to the custom's official (although he'd put in a request for someone to come clean it up ten minutes ago), the crowd was a little nervous. However, his stances on gun control, alcohol, and capitalism wins him a little bit of a free ride through the crowd. His stances on homosexuality, dictatorship, and abortion, however are met with angry glares and leers from most of the crowd, however there was one cheer from somewhere within it. Almost immediately, the crowd beset upon the applauder, pummeling him into a small, sniveling pulp on the ground. Obscenities and swears were still being tossed around even after the brutal beating of the fellow, who lied on the ground with bruises on his arms, chest, and a broken nose.

Luckily for Nivi though, his slight wealth affords him protection, as does his general stance regarding the more important issues (guns, generally) of civil freedom. He hands the clerk his passport at the registration desk, who being homosexual himself gives him a short glare, before handing it back along with his ID. Nivi takes the elevator down to the lower levels, not knowing his way around the Soviet arcology, he chooses a middle-class apartment block, where conservative ties are usually the strongest, as is bisexuality and most forms of sexual promiscuity.

His bigoted attitude is met with scorn and repulsion by most of his flatmates, who find to be a...well...a prick, to be blunt. Often finding himself somewhat at odds politically and religiously with his fellow neighbours, they never fail to show their kind sides, keeping politics out of the normal way of life and often would bring him pies, cakes, and alcohol on his birthday or just in general. Occasionally, the flat would have a large "block party", often with in upwards of 800 people participating, bringing food, drinks, playing games, singing songs and generally having a great time.

Eventually, Nivi warms up to the place and decides that it's not all that bad, even if everyone is a "damn queer/faggot/<insert slur for homosexual here>" or a "baby murderer".

[Techno-Soviet]

Name:chela lonekorp
Gender:female
Race:white
Age:28
Religion:saliva god
Ideology:whats allowed by the government
Vocal about your ideology?:only whats allowed
Vocal about your religion?:only whats allowed
Economic Class:middle
Sexuality:straight
Weight:150vlbs
Education:p.h.d.
Skills:assasian, sniper
Current Job:sniper
Previous Jobs:assasian
Biography:awesome

Political Stances:
Religion:positive
Atheism:neutral
Communism:positive
Capitalism:positive
Socialism:positive
Fascism:negative
Syndicalism:doesnt know what that is
Anarchy:neutral
Autocracy:neutral
Democracy:positive
Dictatorship:neutral
Taxes:positive
Homosexuality:positive
Abortion:positive
Alcohol:positive
Gun Control:negative
Other, sapient species:

Shot on sight by the customs official himself upon reading the atrocious German grammar of Ms. Lonekorp. That, and she was democratic socialist. It was more humane this way after what had happened to poor, poor Courtney Rolfe.

[Thurask]

Name: Jim Browning
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 45
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Leaderist (Juche, pretty much)
Vocal about your ideology?: No
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Lower
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 150lbs
Education: Military training, Engineer Corps
Skills: Repair of vehicles and other assorted machinery
Current Job: Construction worker
Previous Jobs: Sergeant in the Army
Biography: Jim Browning was born to a lower-class family in the slums of the capital. While growing up, he learned how to use the scrap metal around him to fashion weapons, armor and such to fight off his enemies. His choice of entering the Engineer Corps during his mandatory service only fueled his desire to build, and he decided to leave the country to find places to work.

Political Stances:
Religion: "Bah!"
Atheism: "I'm athiest, so I approve."
Communism: "Leaderism is the one true path."
Capitalism: "How flawed it is."
Socialism: "A derivative of Leaderism."
Fascism: "Power means order."
Syndicalism: "Unions are for the weak."
Anarchy: "Every single cell of my body is against even the notion of anarchy."
Autocracy: "The only way to have an ordered society and a strong government."
Democracy: "Bickering and lying without getting anything done."
Inter-Species Relationships: "How could someone be so sick as to... ugh, I'm getting sick just thinking about it."
Taxes: "Anything to support the government."
Homosexuality: "I'm just uncomfortable around gays."
Abortion: "The Leader said so, so it must be true."
Alcohol: "A reward for a hard day's work."
Gun Control: "Order follows control, so gun control would bring about peace and stability."
Other, sapient species: "Foul beasts."

[The Rich Port]

HOLY TITTY FUGGEN' CHRIST, SNIP

Um... Your country has a unique way of welcoming people.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Shapur Bahreman
Gender: Male
Race: Persian
Age: 25
Religion: Zoroastrianism
Ideology: Monarchial Capitalism
Vocal about your ideology?: Not really
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Upper
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 152
Education: Masters in Finance
Skills: Investment Banking, Commodity Options Trading
Current Job: Investment Banker for Ctesiphon Resources Bank
Previous Jobs: Commodities Analyst for Darshar Petroleum
Biography: Former investment banker seeking to take his last years bonus and start up a hedge fund.

Political Stances:
Religion: Opposed to its politization
Atheism: Meh
Communism: Opposed
Capitalism: Epic win, in love with
Socialism: Worse than communism
Fascism: Worse than Capitalism
Syndicalism: Worse than Fascism
Anarchy: Worse than anything
Autocracy: Awesome
Democracy: Evil
Dictatorship:Awesome
Taxes: Evil
Homosexuality: Meh
Abortion: Awesome if it kills the malformed
Alcohol: Epic win
Gun Control: Fail
Other, sapient species: Only non-Arab humans are acceptable

Mr. Bahreman is praised and given a firm handshake by the customs official, as two Paramilitary officers remove the corpses of Mr. Granin and the recently deceased Ms. Lonekorp, while janitors mop up the blood from both bodies. The rest of the crowd, upon hearing the customs official's praises and reading of his passport also cheer loudly and clap him on the back. Smiling citizens help him through the area so he doesn't slip on the janitors' mop water, nor does he trip over the poor man who had been beaten senseless earlier by the angry mob.

Reaching the clerk desk with a mild entourage behind him of heavily armed citizenry, he hands his passport to the fellow there. Checking it over, the clerk quickly prints his ID and hands it to him, almost a smile forming on his face as he points Shapur in the direction of the elevator. The ride down, and the arrival to his future residence were both quite uninteresting, as Shapur was not bothered by even the common man due to his immense wealth which was visible in his attire and the small entourage that were walking behind him, possibly hoping that some kind of financial wizardry would fly off of him and onto them.

Shooing the plebs away with his cane, Shapur went and entered his future palace, where he settled down and began planning for the future.

Luckily, there was a stock exchange in the arcology, and Mr. Bahreman took his chance to get in on the trading. His skillful financial abilities, good investment decisions, and intelligence, amassed him a small fortune of money. Using this large amount of money, he acquired several "illegal" goods, including sexual slaves, and various furs of a questionable origin. Overall, Mr. Bahreman found life in the Technocracy very enjoyable and quite free, especially when one has lots and lots of money.

[Techno-Soviet]

HOLY TITTY FUGGEN' CHRIST, SNIP

Um... Your country has a unique way of welcoming people.

We only welcome socialists like that, capitalists are good to go and get pats on the back while commies are just shot up front no questions asked.

[The Rich Port]

HOLY TITTY FUGGEN' CHRIST, SNIP

Um... Your country has a unique way of welcoming people.

We only welcome socialists like that, capitalists are good to go and get pats on the back while commies are just shot up front no questions asked.

... But you're "Techno-Soviet". If you were "Techno-Rapture", I would be less confused. I'm 18 and WTF?

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Alburt relenstein
Gender: male
Race: caucasion
Age: 26
Religion: Buddhist
Ideology: not alot
Vocal about your ideology?: awwwwww heck no!
Vocal about your religion?: yeah son!
Economic Class: midle class
Sexuality: female
Weight: 144
Education: college degree
Skills: welding, screwing, nails, guns, etc
Current Job: welding
Previous Jobs: none
Biography: a Boy raised in a regular street workin up to be able to work at his fathers welding company, he is a very good welder.

Political Stances: the goverment is doing good
Religion: Buddhist
Atheism: NO!
Communism: i love it!
Capitalism: ermmmmmm
Socialism: NEVER!
Fascism: NOT IN THIS LIFE TIME!
Syndicalism: well, NO
Anarchy: nope
Autocracy: yes
Democracy: alittle
Dictatorship: yeah you know me....
Taxes: pays them all
Homosexuality: nope
Abortion: i is a boy :3
Alcohol: alittle
Gun Control: has 10 guns
Other, sapient species: lizards, dogs, cats, birds.

Shot by the customs official himself, once again delivering justice from the barrel of his .45 pistol, for raping poor housepets (communists are natural rapists) and being a poorly disguised communist spy.