Crisis in Panatomia City [Invite]

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Crisis in Panatomia City

Background
Panatomia has fallen, its once powerful military alliances have crumbled, its economic powerhouses have folded and the world is in chaos. The vast majority of nations have fallen such that in many cases neither they, nor their people exist any more. Yet some have survived, some have, through some stroke of luck found a rare few of their citizens remaining alive. They have emerged into a new world where oceans have shifted, old mountains demolished, new rivers have sprung and it is time to begin sifting through the chaos that is still rampant to begin the process of healing.

The Story
This story is about how these citizens have come together in the half destroyed Panatomia City, to represent the remnants of their nations and begin the diplomatic processes that often follow such catastrophic disasters.

Writers

• Rorworia
• Safraen
• Xajuzinia

Guidelines
This is a Panatomia role-play only and others are not permitted.

[Safraen]

Panatomia City was a small independent region, an internationally agreed bastion of neutrality and a place that everyone contributed to the upkeep of. It was a shining example of everything that Panatomia had to offer, the buildings and streets were well cared for, there was no crime to speak of, many of the streets and walls gleamed from the white rocks they were made from. The red and blue towers emerged from the skyline accentuating the colourful and architectural wonder that was Panatomia City. Memories of coming here before haunted Matthew Forrest, the cheering crowds, the attention from the international press and even the residents themselves were often charming and interesting individuals from all walks of life.

Now, she looked out of her battered four by four battered military vehicle. Most of the windows were broken, one of the headlights was still hanging out and by far it hadn't been a pleasant ride through Safraen and its destroyed roads, burst water mains flailing electrified power cables, snapped from the catastrophe. The scene before her, wasn't much better. Where white gleaming walls had stood were now grey stacks of rubble, buildings were half crushed, very few were left with even one wall standing. The roads were strewn with litter, trashed vehicles and even the occasional dead body. Not a sound was to be heard. To top it all off the weather was wonderful, the breeze was calm, the sun was out in full glory but she focused instead on the written telegram in her hands.

MEET AT PANATOMIA CITY RE PROBLEMS. URGENT. ALL ATTEND

That telegram had been arranged after sending out telegrams to any surviving nations and thankfully everyone that she had sent a message to had responded with some kind of alternative. That was two weeks ago and no doubt some might already be at the venue, but she'd been some distance away and most transport links were just not available any more. For now, the destination lay ahead. Right at the centre of Panatomia city lay a circular shaped building. It was designed on the basis of some kind of Colosseum, plenty of room for many people to discuss and be heard. It was also the only building still standing relatively intact. Sure, there were some smashed windows, a few bricks had popped out here and there but mostly it seemed perfectly stable.

"Take me over there, might as well go through the front door." Forrest yelled over the road of the engine. The driver did as he was told, still wearing a tattered military uniform of Safraen and headed into the complex. There were no guards, no signs of life, there weren't even any stray dogs. The vehicle rumbled up the main drive way afforded to foreign dignitaries and parked outside the main entrance, usually filled with hundreds of photographers and reporters. There was none of that today. At least she wouldn't have to look for another entrance, the front door was smashed completely.

[Xajuzinia]

Jogni was living in the bunker for the time being. He was making great advancements in restoring the communication system between the bunker and the Ministry of Defense, to see if he could get some help, as he was stranded in a remote location inside the Big Xajuzinian Forest. He also managed to get some of food from the subterranean levels of the bunker. When he was done repairing it, he tried to communicate with the government, but no one answered. After a few days, someone tried to communicate through the system.
- Port Zerano to Xajuzinian Forest 066, do you copy? – said the voice of a man in his forties.
Jogni ran to the microphone, and answered with a brief introduction of himself and his current state.
- I have discovered a tunnel that could bring me to the end of the forest – said Jogni.
- We will send a helicopter to the coordinates of the Irquish Plateau. We would like to see you there as fast as possible. – answered the man, and closed the communication.

Jogni started his trip down the tunnel, and when he got out he could already see the helicopter that the man mentioned. It wasn’t in a very good state, but it was confirmed that it could fly. While he was looking through the windows, he could see that the terrain he remembered was very changed, as there were new rivers, and a few towns moved a few kilometers in the area. Vumya, the nearest city to the bunker, was completely destroyed.

He got to Port Zerano, the capital city of Xajuzinia, where he reunited with a few survivors who made it there too. The king of the nation, His Majesty Kovro II, sent a message to the meeting spot, explaining the evacuation plan and the meeting in Panatomia City, a small neutral territory in the center of the planet, which was widely known for being the most important place to go in case of a global-scale emergency. There were a group of people who have been repairing a freight plane since the… event, and it was ready to take off. It was the best way to get to Panatomia City, as the landscape around Xajuzinia was changed drastically, and there weren’t any direct routes to it.
The King departed to Panatomia City. The plane flew over the coliseum of the city so it could be seen, and arrived in an old airfield near the area.

[Safraen]

The roar of the cargo jet flying overhead was unmistakable, flying low she could hear the rattling of the engines. Someone had scrabbled enough oil together to make a jet take the skies, an impressive feat. It took a few moments as the aircraft banked for Forrest to figure out which country the jet had flown in from. Xajuzinia one of the oldest nations in Panatomia; for years it had taken a hiatus from regional politics and now after a this catastrophe it was moving back into the sphere it seemed. The plane seemed a little worse for wear, the paint work was patchy there were dents in the aircraft and it looked like it was heading for the main runway.

Forrest lowered her hand having been shielding her eyes from the sun and looked back to her driver, the engine of the jeep had been switched off while they waited, "I want you to go and see if there are any vehicles around that we can use, something larger," The driver looked back at her sceptically, "If it has to be hot wired so be it, I don't see anyone else around whose going to mind. Then go to the airport and see if you can't pick those delegates up." A wry smile twitched at his lips before he nodded. Turning the key in the ignition he fired up the engine, allowing it to splutter back into life before driving off with a misfire.

For now, Forrest had the building to herself and there were some things she could do to help prepare. There was no need to open up the big debating hall, they weren't expecting that many people to turn up, but the cafeteria would be appropriate. Stepping onto the broken glass through the smashed door, she was appalled by the state of the building on the inside. Plaster was falling off the walls, tiles were missing from the ceiling, light fittings were dangling unceremoniously, barely flickering and the whole place smelled as though it had been left for weeks completely unattended. Wherever the personnel were who usually operated the building, she didn't know but they were not present. The security barricades were also wide open, indicating that there had been some kind of emergency alert... well if everyone was trying to get out, that made sense and it also made her life much easier. Walking past, she picked up a lanyard from the security station and hung it around her neck, no reason to not respect proper procedure after all, even if there was no one here.

"Now...where am I going?" The acting head of Safraen wonder aloud.

[Xajuzinia]

The plane had a perfect landing, in part thanks to the pilot, Jerl Xerndo, who was well recognized inside the Xajuzinian Air Force because of his excellent work. The king, one of his guards and the pilot got off of the plane. They could see a truck coming in the distance, looking like it was used in the military. It seemed a little scratched, and the paintjob was in a bad state, but it looked pretty good overall. When it finally arrived to the plane, His Majesty introduced himself and his companions, and asked the pilot to stay there, guarding the plane and waiting for messages from the Xajuzinian Prime Minister. Then the king and his guard proceeded to enter the truck, and waited to be taken to the colloseum. He talked with the driver, expressing how glad he was of finding that another nation made it there, and was wondering if there were any other nations.

Panatomia City was a beautiful and modern place. It had at least one place or shop which represented the culture of every nation from all around the globe, as well as its own culture. Many important decisions regarding the future of the entire world took place in the famous Hall of Debate, where the truck was taking the new visitors. The king and his guard looked throught the back of the truck, and they could see that, even if everything was in a very bad condition, it was still pretty decent compared to some areas in their own nation.
The truck finally arrived to its destination, and the Xajuzinian newcomers got off from it. They were received by two Safraenians, and procedeed to take a seat inside a room in the building, awaiting further information.

[Safraen]

Forrest had been freshening up in the bathroom or rather, panicking. She had never conducted a talk of this magnitude before, sure, billion Ull contracts, she'd represented her family at national level talks, but this was international state head level. Never in her wildest daydreams had she considered the possibility that one day, not only would she lead Safraen but she would be helping to restore it from near certain doom. That was what was on the table. Safraen had never been in a worse state, its needs far outweighed its means and they needed help. There was only so much that a bunch of untrained, undisciplined, stunned civilians could achieve and they were performing an astounding feat getting to where they had reached today.

A knock came at the bathroom door, "The Xajuzinians have arrived, there's quite a few of them." The voice spoke only loud enough for Forrest to hear him. Fixing her hair and patting down her clothes, creased as they were she had made herself as presentable as she could given the circumstances. A final nod to herself in the cracked mirror and she opened the door. Her driver had been with her for the past few months, he'd stuck by her in even some of the most desperate situations, even when everyone else had deemed her to have failed. To have someone like that supporting you, well it made Forrest feel a lot better about herself.

"Let's go and greet them, has anyone else arrived yet?"

The soldier shook his head, "No sign of anyone else." She sighed too, but just being able to meet the Xajuzinian people had been a long shot in the dark against an ever moving target. The soldier turned, he knew where the delegates were, he'd followed them.

~~~

The room that the Xajuzinian delegation had occupied wasn't the main debating hall at the centre of the building but instead what looked like an observation lounge looking back over Panatomia City, in the direction that she thought was back to Xajuzinia...if her geography was up to scratch lately. The large arch shaped windows unbroken although a little dirty allowed in a flood of sunlight, long blue curtains framed them. There were small tables and chairs dotted around, nothing overly formal. The Xajuzinians had mostly congregated around one table and there were a few of them. By contrast she was alone, only a small number of assistants from Safraen had managed to arrive all she had for support was a soldier without an army. It was much better than nothing at all.

"Good morning, I'm glad you've made it all the way from Xajuzinia." Forrest stood with her hands at her side rather than in front of her, she wasn't an attendant after all, "My name is Matthew Forrest and I represent the Safraen Confederation and its people."

[Rorworia]

After the Panatomian Crisis, all countries were affected and because of this, they had to send representatives for their countries to Panatomia City for a meeting to solve and end the crisis.

Poverty affected many countries, including Rorworia. The government had used up a lot of money protecting from invaders, which also attacked Rorapolis.

When the Rorworian government got the message of the meetinn, in Rorapolis, the capital city of Rorworia, there was a minor election on who should represent the country in Panatomia City. Because the crisis affected Rorworia too, all people were poorer and some had to feed their families and help their communities. Because of this, most people couldn't do it and it had appeared that only a few brave government officials would be willing to do it. However some of the people in the election were minor officials or representatives, because some wanted to have a higher position.

In the end, the representative from Hiffverty, a town in the northeast of Rorworia, named John, got second place in the election while an official from Rorapolis got first. That official soon got sick and couldn't go, so John had to go. He realized that this would be a long and dangerous trip. But he agreed to go anyway. Also, planes to Panatomia City were all cancelled because of the airport being partly destroyed at Panatomia City. He could only go by train, or by helicopter where there was no train. He had to be accompanied by some of Rorworia's best security agents, since the road to Panatomia City was long and dangerous.

So he set off to Panatomia City.

[Rorworia]

While John was on the train, going through the Rorworian jungle, the old train had to stop a few times. Parts of the track had been broken because some of the tracks hadn't been used in a long while. They had to be quickly repaired by the railroad workers on the train. Also, it was an old train, about 50 years old, so it broke down twice. Nobody had bothered to make new trains before the crisis, and after the crisis there was no time. It was urgent to arrive there quickly.

So during the times the tracks were broken or the train broke down, John walked through the jungle. He saw how amazing the jungles are, and he knew that Rorworia's jungles are getting less protected because the government is running out of money to save them because of the Crisis. He kept thinking of solutions to the crisis, and how to save Rorworia's jungles. The train sometimes stopped at or passed through a few towns on the way and John saw the effects from the crisis on the towns closer to the Panatomian border. Some people were living on the streets because of poverty, which was rare in the bigger cities. He felt sad for the people, but he knew that he and the other representatives would find a solution to end the Crisis.

After 1 week of traveling by train, he had to get off because trains didn't go across the border.

When he got off at a town named Pilgville (The last stop of the train), the first thing he did was go to the store. He made sure he and his guards were ready for the trip to Panatomia City. He took those supplies and they all went to the local helicopter station. The government hired a pilot to fly him and his guards across the Panatomian border. They made sure all their stuff fit on the helicopter.

The helicopter took them across the border, landed at a border patrol station, dropped them and their supplies off, and flew back to Pilgville. The border patrol station had only a few soldiers, but they were told by the Rorworian government that he was coming and needed a vehicle to make it to Panatomia City. They gave him the best they had, a big military vehicle, about the size of a tank, with beds, storage space, and guns on the side for defense. They took all their supplies, loaded them in, and got ready to go. One of the guards drove it, and some others took the side guns. The most important part of the vehicle, however, was that it was armored and locked from the inside. Many vehicles have been ambushed on the road, by invaders. The journey was long, about 1 week, and John and his guards only went out to use the bathroom. It was very boring, staying inside the vehicle for days, but John made use of it and finished writing his speech and the list of changes in Rorworia.

They finally arrived at Panatomia City, after 2 weeks of traveling.

When the truck got there they walked out, staring at the ruins around them. It was all empty, expect for a few homeless people sleeping on the streets. He saw the rubble of the walls, the skeletons of destroyed buildings, dead bodies of humans and animals, and the smell of fire and death. It made him very sad. He knew how great the city used to be, and how important it was to the Panatomian region. But he knew how to make it one of the best cities in the world again.

He arrived at the meeting place and met people from all around Panatomia there. He shared his ideas and his speech. While he was speaking, he was thinking of how Panatomia can become great again with this meeting. He discussed many things there about the Crisis with them, and the effects on Rorworia. He heard how the Crisis affected the other countries too, and together, they all came up with a plan.

[Safraen]

Although with the situation as it was, the number of people that John shook hands with was decidedly few, the remnants of the survivors who were few and far between. The arrival of the Xajuzinian's to the conference hall was quickly followed by those from Rorworia, give or take half an hour and it was good to see the new arrivals. Forrest on the other hand was only accompanied by one other and there was little to be told about Panatomia's greatness.

"Welcome to Panatomia City...or at least, what remains of it." Forrest spoke after she had approached the delegation, "I can't offer you much in the way of refreshments but there are working toilets...just about and running water." There was a click, a flicker of light and then a number of the conference hall lights sprung to life albeit most of them were cracked, "and apparently we now have some form of electricity." Not exactly the shining glory that Panatomia City had once been, "How was your journey?"

[Rorworia]

John stared out the cracked window at the Debate Hall. Out there, he saw a man. He was sitting against a building, and was wearing old rags. "Probably hungry", said John to himself, and he appeared worried. The man was crying, and was holding a letter in his hand. After a few minutes, Bill, who was John's secretary, walked up to John. "Come on, we are having a conference soon", said Bill. "Have any other arrived" asked John. "Not yet", said Bill. They started walking towards the meeting area. There he met with Forrest from Safraen and representatives from other nations too. They all had a discussion about energy and how to get it, because many power plants and wind turbines have been destroyed.