The Rising Sun (Aeterna Publicae only)

[Vukmire]

No

OOC: The hell?

A letter is written personally from Vali, the writing nearly perfect with its layout and the words themselves. The letter would read."Shhhhh no tears... don't let your dreams be dreams"

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

Vukmire invites nations all over the globe and the solar system for talks of trade with the nation and it's colonies.

The GS write to the Vukmiri that they indeed would like to. The SG respond later with the same.

[Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity]

OOC: The hell?

A letter is written personally from Vali, the writing nearly perfect with its layout and the words themselves. The letter would read."Shhhhh no tears... don't let your dreams be dreams"

OOC: Vuk pls...

[Togeria]

The man nods keeping quiet.

They come before a large, towering building. Several banners hang from either side and soldiers can be seen on guard outside.

The man keeps up his pace walking towards the tower.

[Vukmire]

Vukmire invites nations all over the globe and the solar system for talks of trade with the nation and it's colonies.

The GS write to the Vukmiri that they indeed would like to. The SG respond later with the same.

They are invited to Dubai for talks with Vali.

[Communist Volkstrad]

They come before a large, towering building. Several banners hang from either side and soldiers can be seen on guard outside.

The man keeps up his pace walking towards the tower.

They open the doors and head inside.

[Togeria]

The man keeps up his pace walking towards the tower.

They open the doors and head inside.

He goes inside speaking to the man,"Whom do I speak to?"

[Communist Volkstrad]

They open the doors and head inside.

He goes inside speaking to the man,"Whom do I speak to?"

"This fella' right here."
He opens a door and someone is already waiting for them, sitting at a desk.

[Togeria]

He goes inside speaking to the man,"Whom do I speak to?"

"This fella' right here."
He opens a door and someone is already waiting for them, sitting at a desk.

"Hallo." He says walking to the man to shake his hand.

[Communist Volkstrad]

"This fella' right here."
He opens a door and someone is already waiting for them, sitting at a desk.

"Hallo." He says walking to the man to shake his hand.

He does so before saying in a monotone "I am told you are looking to acquire some of our vehicles?"

[Togeria]

"Hallo." He says walking to the man to shake his hand.

He does so before saying in a monotone "I am told you are looking to acquire some of our vehicles?"

"Yes. We are willing to trade weapons as well as fresh rations."

[Communist Volkstrad]

He does so before saying in a monotone "I am told you are looking to acquire some of our vehicles?"

"Yes. We are willing to trade weapons as well as fresh rations."

"We have plenty of weapons. It's the supplies and food we'll need."

[Togeria]

"Yes. We are willing to trade weapons as well as fresh rations."

"We have plenty of weapons. It's the supplies and food we'll need."

"We can aid in that, one harvest on Venus can a outshine a years here nearly three-fold."

[Vukmire]

Marie, on her lasts legs on mars requests help, anyone who can supply the slightest of aid will receive her gratitude.

[Communist Volkstrad]

"We have plenty of weapons. It's the supplies and food we'll need."

"We can aid in that, one harvest on Venus can a outshine a years here nearly three-fold."

"Good, then you have yourself an agreement on it."

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

Vilhelm enjoys the new techniques he had picked up. They make him feel stronger, enough to lift hundreds of pounds if he could. But however, his training of his body is interrupted by a message to him from Manhelm. He wants in to discuss something with him. Vilhelm allows him passage, as he's one of the people who must see what's going one with his own eyes.

Manhelm comes down to his office, not alone. 6 other men aiming and readying to seize him when the order is given. Vilhelm looks at him in disbelief.

"What is the meaning of this, Manhelm?"

"Well, you see, we at the SG have a problem with... everything you're doing here."

"What about it really?"

"I'm here to shut you down."

"Oh, no! You cannot do this!"

"Mmmmm, yes, I can. Sorry, pal. You're under arrest."

The 6 men approach Vilhelm. 3 take him, and start marching him down to the elevators, to remove him and send him to a prison in Seychelles. The other 3 stay with Manhelm, to help him defend while he starts to shut down everything.

Vilhelm is stressed. He doesn't know what to do, unless... He hopes what truly binds him to both man and machine works.

As they pass a nearby weapon testing room, an auto cannon stands by. He focuses on it. Time feels as it slowed for him. And as he readies, time went back to normal. The cannon turns at a fast pace, and Vilhelm jumps forward. A large burst of cannon fire is heard, and 3 men are separated from their legs.

Vilhelm gets up, sliding to a rifle, but checks first to a cam positioned outside his office. He uses it to see that the three other men were going out to check on it. He grabs two lightweight SMG's from under two of the dead bodies, and tosses them in a horizontal spin. As the two men walked out, they were clocked in the heads with guns, knocking them out. He speedily heads over with the rifle, and as the 6th man heads out to check, he's smashed in the face with the back of a rifle, knocking him back into the room, unconscious. Manhelm is scared shitless. He looks to the door. The only way out. He takes a deep breath, and runs out the doorway. No hits. He looks left and right. Nothing.

"Boo."

He didn't look back.

His head feels a swift, sharp pain, and as he falls to the floor, sabot rounds stab throughout his body. He was a real goner. Vilhelm gets an invite to Dubai over talks.

He calls for a cleaning crew. "Clean the bodies out. Dispose of Manhelm. Save the living ones in cells."

[Togeria]

Marie, on her lasts legs on mars requests help, anyone who can supply the slightest of aid will receive her gratitude.

In a way to help her colony, Togerian Martians begin sneaking in any spare food supplies.

The man nods,"I will leave, when I return we will have a bigger ship to carry the bikes."

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

Vilhelm finally arrives to Dubai.

"Late, am I?"

[Vukmire]

Marie, on her lasts legs on mars requests help, anyone who can supply the slightest of aid will receive her gratitude.

In a way to help her colony, Togerian Martians begin sneaking in any spare food supplies.

The man nods,"I will leave, when I return we will have a bigger ship to carry the bikes."

Marie gives her thanks and officially forms a people's militia to counter the Vukmiri ground forces.

[Vukmire]

Vilhelm finally arrives to Dubai.

"Late, am I?"

Vali would be standing in her suit, looking at her watch in the airport. "It appears so."

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

Vilhelm finally arrives to Dubai.

"Late, am I?"

Vali would be standing in her suit, looking at her watch in the airport. "It appears so."

"Deep apologies. I had to expunge something."

[Togeria]

In a way to help her colony, Togerian Martians begin sneaking in any spare food supplies.

The man nods,"I will leave, when I return we will have a bigger ship to carry the bikes."

Marie gives her thanks and officially forms a people's militia to counter the Vukmiri ground forces.

The colonist continue to give aid, sneaking in some spare arms as well.

[Vukmire]

Vali would be standing in her suit, looking at her watch in the airport. "It appears so."

"Deep apologies. I had to expunge something."

"Very well... shall we get to?"

[Republic Under Specters Grasp]

"Deep apologies. I had to expunge something."

"Very well... shall we get to?"

"I'm as ready as you are."

[Vukmire]

"Very well... shall we get to?"

"I'm as ready as you are."

"Awesome... I mean... very well, please step inside the car"

The Martian colonies continue to strike against the Vukmiri forces, using the older MOL-27 assault rifles. The forces suffer heavy losses due to being under equipped to deal with heavy soldiers and machinery. The kinetic Vukmiri weapons prove far greater than the outdated rebel bullet weapons.

Martian militia uniforms. (Designed by Marie herself)