CURRENT EVENTS!: (REJIK, Closed Thread, Rejik Only)

by **Moorwhyne** » Wed Oct 26, 2016 8:07 pm

News of all types flows like water across the networks of the galaxy at near light speeds. Hyperlinks are being established and made better all the time, and a new age of information sharing is upon the worlds of the Milky Way. So go forth and tell us of your...

CURRENT EVENTS!

A few ground rules

1. Need to have a factbook accepted by an admin to post here

2. Everything needs an accurate time-stamp (The month and year will be kept track of on the threat here.)

3. No random goofy bullshit that makes no sense

4. You can organize your current events like a news report, or a blog, or simply list them out if your not feeling to creative that day. So long as it's organized in a way that makes sense to everyone else.

Current Date: December 13th, 2035

by **The CIS Rejik** » Thu Nov 24, 2016 5:54 pm

Prototype

Undisclosed CIS Facility, [REDACTED]
October 31st, 2031

"And I'd like results Officer, I handed you the entire advancement slate for the CIS' Military, and I want some Damn Results" Ivan Krukov said, as a Blackguard scientist stood behind him.

"Sir, you do realize that we've yet to prep ANY of these for mass production, we still have a good year of testing, and that's not factoring in the reconstruction of Republian assets".

As The Elevator they were on landed on the ground floor, the closed doors opened up, to reveal an incredibly large facility around them.

"Then I want to see these prototypes, after the absolute shitshow that's been this war, I want to make sure that the CIS never suffers Millions of casualties within months again" Krukov said, stepping off he walked down the marked pathway, as various different vehicles, craft, infantry prototypes, and other tech was tested around him.

"Commander, you do know that Large scale warfare like it's been will have to cost lives, especially when your men are mince meat compared to other nation's tech-". Krukov stopped, turning to the man, just an inch from his face, "Not when you're men are the Meatgrinders. Now let me see these prototypes".

"Alright sir, follow me".

"The First is the new Armor Technology we've developed for the Post Generation of our Armed Forces".

As Krukov stood next to the man, a Much more clean cut version of the Elite Infantry walked up. Two turrets rose out of the floor, firing 2 rounds each, The Plates of the Armor visually cracked, and solidified under the impact of the light rounds, but then evened out and recovered.

"A Liquid - Nanotech Weaved Armor Layer, as the Armor is struck by some things such as light Railgun tech, the Liquid Plating and Nanotech fibers reconfigure and solidify, and then re-harden and recover to withstand various more impacts of greater degree".

"Adaptable Armor, that all?" Krukov said crossing his arms.

"Of course not sir" He said, turning around, Krukov turned to see a Gigantic Walker being raised from a gigantic platform from the ground. "The Scarab, Nanotech Weaved plating, along with adaptable walker legs, with reinforced joints. They say Walkers are too exposed and outdated, but what they don't know.....". He trailed off as 2 test subjects raised rockets towards the walkers, firing rockets, the small projectiles hit the joints of the legs, however as the dust cleared, it showed they did nothing.

"They know nothing".

"Should come in handy when we're colonizing and skipping all over the damn galaxy. What's next" Krukov said as he followed the Scientist, who's partially holographic note board was in his arms.

"The next is our little advancement. People've been saying the CIS air force is outdated, well then they should be greatly surprised when these take to the skies".

Krukov looked at a Black and Red Fightercraft, which then powered on, the jets beneath it revealing it had VTOL capabilities, before it hovered off quickly to another part of the facility.

"Not Tarazedian but it should work. And You know what I'm here for".

"Of course sir".

As they walked further down the pathway, they stepped onto a square, with railings surrounding it, as they both stepped onto the center, it was revealed that it was a platform, as it was lifted off and up by a strange hovering system.

Krukov leaned against the railing, he looked around, noticing something.

"Hey, what's that?".

"Oh, That's just a side project, won't be ready for the next 15 years".

Krukov turned back to see A Large Space craft, under construction beneath the platform.

"The Imperium Heavy Destroyer, the first of many others, and many different types in the CIS' future galactic endeavors.

"Looks impressive, but it's only got engines at the back. How're you gonna get it off the ground when it's piloted like a jet?".

"Small, Logistics only thrusters at the bottom, used to propel the craft off the ground before being flown. they're then covered by doors built into the ship's hull".

Krukov internally chuckled, "Galactic Status here we come".

by **The CIS Rejik** » Thu Jan 12, 2017 7:15 pm

CIS Space Command Center, Blackenbrook
January 4th, 2032

"So, Kindly tell me where We've sent a good few thousand of our men shooting off to Commander" Ivan Krukov said, following the CISSC Commander as they walked down the hall of the Command Center.

"To a terran planet sir, a part of the Forest Corps Division that's being formed has been detached to the planet, with 'Commander Karx' leading them". The commander walked out onto a walkway, overlooking the command center. The tons of personal in mission control all present, all working, Minmaxing, managing and calculating the current expeditions on Vahl and now the portion of The Forest Corps sent to the planet. The Commander typed into the small console infront of him, causing a Hologram of the planet to be projected above the console infront of them.

"The system has been named 'Tarkyn' Sir. Currently an estimated Population Capacity of 11.7 Billion people, With our Drones detecting Minerals, Iron type metals, Rich Fuel, and other incredibly lucrative resources". Ivan looked at the Hologram of the planet, "And the Catch? you don't get a goldy lox Scott free". The Commander exhaled, "We sent 56 Scanning drones to the planet, all armored and prepared with the highest grade technology we could give them. Krukov raised an eyebrow, "They were able to transfer back the Data......But none of them came back like they were supposed to".

"Why?".

"Data images and last recordings suggest....The Planet's incredibly Volatile, Aggressive, and monstrous Fauna and Species of Animals took every last one down. They had the armor of some of our military vehicles". Krukov stared at the planet's hologram, "So....What you're saying is......Commander Karx, and a Division of Forest Corps Troops....Are heading straight into a Forest Meatgrinder Hell?". The Commander's eyes widened as he pondered the reality, "they've been given some of the finest Technology coming out of the Military Revamp. The ship is also equipped with Weaponry....Unordinary for a Colony Ship. The only thing we can do in this situation, is trust in Commander Karx".

"How far is this planet Commander" Ivan said, looking up at the Planet's hologram".

"2 to 4 months, depends, could even be a month to a week. What we do know is we sent the Ship off to the Planet on New Years".

"Well then" Krukov said, looking up to the Hologram, "All we can really do is Watch the Sky".

by **Moorwhyne** » Thu Mar 16, 2017 11:44 am

The Revenant
February 7th, 2032
Broken Sun District, Çelmarin

The soaring towers and reconstruction of the critical residential zone of Çelmarin set the scene for the day. A monsoon rain, dark clouds hung over the backdrop of massive black tarps protecting the neo-crete and Titanium Alloy girders of still damaged buildings. A short man hurriedly walks through the still somewhat crowded streets. Men and women clad in grey and blue suits of Adil-Garimetu, Teens playing and boarding up and down the sidewalks generally being a nuisance, And large amounts of parked cars cluttered the way. The man was undeterred and didn't miss a step, he was a type of man who you could tell made very few mistakes even in the way he moved through the streets. The people of Çelmarin would flee in terror if they knew who this short statured man was.

He quickly reaches his destination, an apartment lobby rather modestly decorated like most places in Moorwhyne. "Can I help you sir" the desk clerk inquired as the man marched right passed towards the stairs. She quickly rose and followed the man. "Sir, you can't go up there without permission from one of the reside...." He turned around and his red and black neon eyes burrowed into the clerks soul. "Go ahead... Stop me..." Said the man as he continued up the stairs. The clerk ran into the rain all the way to her car and called the police. Right after she was patched through the phone shut off. No... Not the phone... The whole damn block. All the lights, street signals, cars, everything with an electric current just died all at once. She decided to run for her life, though an over-reaction, it was probably a wise decision.

The man rose floor after floor until he saw the lights go. "Show time..." he mumbled to himself as he kicked in the door labeled "D-1341" A man inside yelled in fright before a slug slammed into his forehead. The man then positioned himself over the body and held the gun to the dead mans head. When the lights turned back on, and drones came, he shot the man in the head unsilenced this time to draw attention to himself. He began to take drones out and run for a laundry closet. When he entered he drug a body out of a cooler and shot it in the chest three times after slamming it around for a while. The man then tore his own nano-fiber face off, and changed his suit, which just so happened to be the one the body was wearing. He also took off the shoes that added an extra 2 inches to his height so that it would match the body's. He flash burned all of this, then exited the closet with his hands up looking like a totally different man.

He looked into the drones camera and sighed in feigned exhaustion, "I got him, I killed him..."

The people questioning him would ask all the right questions, grill the man for hours on why he was in the laundry closet, what he was doing prior to the incident. The police would get nothing from him they didn't already know. He had the perfect story except for a few "Gaps in memory" added for effect. The man would walk, as he had, and would many more times.

The only strange thing about the man was the feint red glow from behind his deep brown eyes. Like some unnerving evil lay behind the mask of the concerned citizen in the wrong place at the wrong time. The man had died and come back many times, as many different people. The MO always similar, murders always sporadic, killer always eliminated by something, or someone else. The people of Çelmarin had a theory that a shape shifter had stalked their streets hunting for those who were sinners or drains on society, and that urban legend wasn't too terribly far from the truth...

by **The CIS Rejik** » Wed Apr 19, 2017 6:23 pm

Fate

CIS Press Conference, outside Imperial Palace
February 27th, 2032

Leonardo Stood to the right beside the back of the podium as Elise Williams walked up to it, a stack of papers in her hand. As she reached the end, she stared out to the crowd, clearing her throat as she began speaking.

"I thank you all for gathering here today.....".

"Ivan....You know I don't ask for requests....".

"Today is a day of remembrance, as well as rebuilding what was lost in The 5th World War...." she spoke, professionally, and powerfully, her speech was supposed to start to ease tensions, and to transition into rebuilding the Empire a new. However, Leonardo, the Imperator had no time to dwell on matters, as he stared out at the crowd, he quickly began to scan it for him.

"We're friends....We've been friend for over 20 years now. However, there's a matter of importance I need to ask of you"

"The fall of the Sonacists, and the peace between The ISTP and The former UCSR brought, finally, a breath of fresh air, and a break to the conflict. Now it's imperative that The CIS will help not only itself, but it's newly anointed civilians, who're in dire need of their help". He continued to search; 'everything so far has come true......where.....'.

"I had a vision, that I told you about before, however as I stated, everything Has come true."

"We will be issuing official Humanitarian Aid, as well as help, security, and temporary homes until the infrastructure and all of the living space previously destroyed can be rebuilt to a suitable point where citizens can once again move in". Leonardo looked around, though there were Imperator's Guards on the stage, he knew, from his dream, the man would come out of nowhere. No time for any reaction time, atleast, not from anyone normal.

"I know you believe in the paranormal....That 'side project' of yours you've had for years. And I know in some sense of the word, you believe me".

"With pride and joy, we'll lead The CIS to better days, and within the year, we'll be able to house the displaced"

"and now I ask you"

"For better or for worse"

"As Your Imperator, as Your Commander"

"The Empire will live on"

"As Your Friend....."

Leonardo saw him, for a split second, the grey of his attire, that Insignia, his eyes widened as he barely got enough time to really shout, he had his gun drawn, aimed at the Vice Minister. "ELISE!"

"Save my Wife....."

Leonardo blinked, and in that short time, a shot was fired, and then another, as a body hit the stage floor. 'Oh god NO!' he thought panicked as he opened his eyes, he saw her fall back, blood flying, as she hit the floor. Partially catching her, he saw her wound. As he looked up, the smoking barrel of the Railgun Revolver gave him clarity.

"ELISE!" Leonardo yelled, however just as he really started to scream from his maldarian voice box, The High Military Commander had his personal side arm drawn, aiming, he fired a round, pulling the trigger, it went sailing, hitting the Insurgent in the right shoulder. As he screamed, the force from the revolver's shot misdirected his shot, causing his gun to be knocked off it's aim, as he pulled the trigger, his round went flying, hitting her in the right bicep.

Leonardo held her as he looked up, with wide eyes as she regained herself from the shock, the Medical Imperator's Guard rushed to her side to brace her for transportation. Many more Imperator's Guards were tackling and securing the man, the crowd being flushed out, another medic went to stabilize the shooter. Ivan Krukov lifted the barrel of his gun as he blew the smoke from it, dropping it back in his holster.

"Thank you Ivan...".

The Guards and security personal were rushing around, between all the frantic yelling and screaming, only one, lone mutter came from the Half Raldarian's mouth:

"Fuck Fate".

by **The Republic of the Shining Kingdom** » Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:11 pm

Shards
Low Rejik Orbit
March 11th 2032

The Eradicator and Induction two Venators, old survivors of the war against Tarazed patrol over the old and prestigious planet. A garrison force the SK felt necessary to leave behind for rapid re-deployment and otherwise menial peacekeeping jobs. Until today. The two old battlecruisers where maintaining their orbits, when an officer on board both ships received a call. An African call. They had planned their attacks perfectly. They waited until the trajectory was just right. Their plan was perfect, they would cut the engines and sabotage the reactor, so no one could stop it when the Venators de-orbited, slamming the Eradicator into Çelmarin and the Induction into Mariposa. However they made one critical error. They preformed the sabotage when the Venators where in direct sun light, and sabotaging the power source had the adverse affect of cutting power to all important systems, including cooling. The heat-sensitive Plasma shot the SK prided itself on began to cook-off and when it did, it detonated the magazine. Radioactive ice that spread across the ships whenever their reactors where compromised melts into radioactive rain as the huge chunks of ships begin to rain down all across Rejik. Scholars in the far future will point to this moment as a turning point. The powder keg was lit for some.

by **Afirika** » Thu May 18, 2017 12:15 pm

Together For Victory
April 21st-August 8th

The African forces pulled out of the major territories of the Earth Federation. The POW's were released by the Africans and re-acclimatized to their cities as the African soldiers returned home slowly but surely, helping where they could and were allowed. Emperor Desta shortly after the end of the war offered to assist in the rebuilding effort of the Earth Federation, in an attempt to work towards forwards co-operation. Desta made the following statement in late July.

"It is the way of weak men to pin the blame on others. The Earth Federation has publically stated their intentions for the international community, and have now adopted a policy of transparency for the sake of Humanity. It is a telling sign that these men are so willing to swallow their pride no matter how hard it may be, and come together for victory! God loves all of his children! So let this be a new day for mankind! Let this be the day that we no longer stand divided by the transgressions of our neighbor. Our ability to forgive is what makes us human, let us exercise it much in the coming years."

The U.A.E. has began the expected changes in tariffs too the Suez Canal, bolstering their eastern coastal economy, and offering incentives for the international community to use the Suez to trade with Africa. This is expected to have wide reaching effects, sacrificing as much as 13% of the profit margin for global shipping that many shipping companies relied on to continue operations. It is unknown as of right now exactly what effects can be had, but it is certain that times are changing faster than usual.

by **The CIS Rejik** » Thu May 18, 2017 5:58 pm

Eviscerate
June 20th, 2032

Midtown district, Mariposa
A man walks down the surface roadway, along the concrete sidewalk as he passes probably hudnreds within the second. He keeps his hand in his pockets, passing stores, shops, apartment blocs, and all different buildings as he continues on his way down the road.

Crossing one of the crosswalks, he heads to the left, walking along the sidewalk again once crossing, he gazes to his left, to see the giant expanse that leads to Mariposa's underworld. The subterrainian sections of the cities weren't anything news, they'd been constructed decades ago. Deep within the concrete and metal reinforced undercities, were millions and millions of people, infrastructure, and other places under what were the sky scraping cities above.

He takes another crosswalk, heading across the street into one of the apartment blocs. heading inside, he waves to the desk woman, before entering the elevator and taking it up. The sensor, the red numbers counting up until he reached his floor. Exiting the elevator, he walked down the rows of intersecting hallways to his destination.

Out of the corner of his eye, a small black flicker, eying to his left, nothing.
He eventually reached the door, knocking, he stood there, waiting. His right eye, another flicker, turning, he looked. Nothing. Shaking his head, he turned as a woman, scantly clad answered the door with a smug grin, she left the door, walking back to a man on a lounge chair.
Closing the door, and subsequently locking one of the 10 locks, he turned to the man on the chair. "Hello Fredrick", he said, an eastern accent to him. "Marv, it's been a long time......5 months?".

"Ever since the fall" Marv said somberly.
"Is the attack prepped" Fredrick said in an orderly tone. Marv swallowed, "Yes. Everything is ready. subsequent attacks on government offices all around southern Republia, along with bombings in Mariposa, and a sniper attack on the Imperial Palace".
"Good", he ordered the woman to go out, "Has anyone tracked this?". Marv shook his head, "The CIS Gestapo have some word, but they'll never be able to stop them without proper coordinates. The Vampyris however.....No One can ever be sure these days".

Fredrick snickered, "The Monsters will not matter once their payroll regime is toppled". "Indeed". Fredick ran his fingers along the arm rest, "Have they found....It?".

"Chairman Pruket's remains have yet to be found. Though they were recorded as being partly splattered, we have now been able to find that The Vampyris did find a partly intact corpse". Fredrick snickered, "And what with the new enhancement market going around these days, along with the more....mysterious elements, We may have a chance at reviving him".

Marv gave a dumbfounded look, "You mean...".

"From the dead".
The woman exited the apartment, only for a black, armored figure to wrap around from behind her, a latex outer glove, coated with chloroform and sleeping agents wrapped around her mouth and nostrils.

"With him as our figure head, backed by our commodant in Artis, we shall be able to combat the CIS once again".

However, the slight creak from outside the door caught Marv's attention. Fredrick peered around from the chair, "Perri?". The screws of the door fell off, with the handle following, as the door slid open, it revealed a Black armored figure, carrying a classified rifle.

The DeathWatch.

"SHIT!" Fedrick yelled as Marv quickly moved into another hallway, The DeathWatch agent raised his rifle, as Fredrick grabbed a small pistol, raising it, the lights in the low quality apartment went out, along with ones in the hallway, bathing them in darkness. Fredrick stammered, the lights came on, as the Deathwatch appeared to his left, grabbing his left wrist, the Deathwatch crushed it, Fredrick screamed as Marv dove into a room, locking several locks as he slipped back and landed against a dresser. Fredrick grasped his wrist falling to his knees, The DeathWatch agent aimed his rifle, switching modes, it produced a high strength tazer tip, shooting into Fredrick's spinal cord, it shocked the man horribly, causing him to pass out on the floor.
Marv quickly hurried to the window, trying to unlock, he heard the scream, another NSP agent was within the apartment.

The agent rushed a at the assailant with a knife, the Deathwatch agent used his free hand not on the trigger to produce a pistol, firing back it caught the man in a knee, dropping down, he then spun around, firing his rifle, shooting the man through the cranium. another man came rushing forward with a mallet, the Deathwatch used his rifle to counter the blows. One from the over hand, another from the left, then the right, The Deathwatch then slammed the rifle into his forehead. Using the rifle as leverage, he wrapped it and his arms around the mallet holding arm, spinning around to the man's back, he then pulled back, snapping the arm as it was caught between the rifle.

The Man screamed, The Deathwatch lifted the rifle, then slammed it across the man's right side of the head, knocking him out.

Marv quickly opened the window, he spotted across on a balconey, an Urban Guard sniper. Diving out of the way, then dropping to the floor. The Railgun Sniper rounds wizzed all around as he desperately tried to avoid them. Crawling towards the door, he opened it, to reveal the Deathwatch agent standing before him.

"I SURRENDER, PLEASE. I AM MARV DRACON! NSP HOSTAGE TERRORIST, I was forced by Druzecki Remenants to coordinate a strikes, I can give the CIS the locations. PLEASE!!!".

The DeathWatch aimed the rifle, trained on the man, then with a simple move, the laser sight turned off. He grabbed Marv by the back collar of his jacket. Forcing him to stand up, he partially pushed him to 2 Urban Guardsmen standing behind him.
[Eatk Mhi ywaa].
One of the Guardsmen nodded, "Yes Sir". before placing Marv in cuffs and taking him out of the apartment.

by **Moorwhyne** » Wed May 24, 2017 11:06 am

Shifting Sands
Cogitocratic Republic of Moorwhyne
June 2032-January 2033

The annual reports had been coming in from all the various ministries and departments in Moorwhyne. Jesuar Mann was swimming up to his neck in data and assessments for courses of action, and it dawned on him that after 13 years of this he was finally getting tired of it. One more year to go before the people elect a new Head Elector, but in the mean time he had a job to finish.

Beginning at the top priority tablets and files, he worked his way skimming until he saw something of note marked, went back to re-read it and write personal notes, and call up the appropriate minister. He eventually had his Secretary and Secretary Major assist him in the scanning for items of importance while he did all of the authorization work and powered through conference call after conference call. He finally managed to get through it, and as his word carried for what will be the last year things were still getting done remarkably fast.

The months after the national rally call of late September put forth by Jesuar Mann to redouble the reconstruction efforts had taken their toll. Moorwhyneic companies were beginning to run out of funding and were relying on the government for contracts as most other work had dried up. And while that meant there was a cheap and effective labor force, it was backbreaking work for barely enough pay. Jesuar hated doing this to his most valued citizens, but it was a nessicary step to jumpstarting the economy again, and getting everything back to being self sufficient.

Imports from the Jewel had been critical is supplying the Moorwhyneic population with nessicary goods and services while the reconstruction had been taking place, and with Adil-Garimetu swimming in trade income and materials from Earth and Equis, they came to the aid of the government almost as fast as Manşegil and Juit-Hauddi did. And though it would take time, the reconstruction budget had been taken from the immense R&D budget that Moorwhyne had assigned to national arms manufacturers. Moorwhyne set up massive public works programs for people who are out of work to come earn minimum wage rebuilding roads and highways with the help of construction supervisors, while the heavy manufacturing industry was directly rebuilt by Droids and Engineers on government payroll.

Jesuar Mann had managed to sort out the major issues without to many major reworkings of budgets and programs. The road to recovery was well on it's way to being done in roughly 6 years, after which life could return to normal in Moorwhyne. After those problems were sorted it was time to move onto more stressing matters.

Jesuar Mann boarded an AG-FR22 Sturing and was transported to the Ministry for Advanced Military Research. Upon entering the building Jesuar could tell that something was extraordinarily off, all of the workers moved with a cautious hesitance, and everything seemed to be inherently more scrutinized, even security had been redoubled. As Jesuar descended farther and farther down into the facility, he began to immediately realize why such scrutiny had been taking place. The added security was not to stop things from coming in, but rather to stop anything from getting out. Test chambers and rooms full of experimental Tarazedian weaponry, Robotics, teams of scientists working on one another's bio-mechanical parts with minor modifications, information analogs, new computer towers and processors. It was a treasure trove, one that would help propel Moorwhyne into the future. However one item in particular was shown to the Head Elector above all others.

There was a testing room, massive in scale, nearly as long as a skyscraper. The amount of funding it must've taken to construct this monstrosity must've been immense, however it seemed rather over-blown for such a small weapon. In the rear of the room, closest to the chamber that Jesuar and many other onlookers and scientists were stationed in, there was a large rack with some long barrel with many wires and tubes running all around it. The weapons design itself made little sense to the rather militarily competent Head Elector, however his thoughts and observations were interrupted by loudspeakers. "The preliminary firing of the weapon will commence in 35 seconds, please ware the safety goggles provided to you." Jesuar puts the goggles on and seals them to his face. They suddenly change the whole tint of the room into a dark red, which slightly off puts him.

The whole room waits with baited breath as a tank of what looks to be MHD liquid is connected hastily to the weapon by the scientists. Going over a checklist, the Scientists then issues the countdown.

"10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Firing"

The rack which held the weapon began rumbling as some strange energy began arcing around the room. The MHD liquid grew to a temperature that turned it white, while the barrel of the weapon appeared to be somehow cool despite the black lightning now dancing a circle around it. roughly 45 seconds after the firing had began the weapon let loose a crack of noise so monstrous that it rattle everyone sitting in the "Soundproof" room. The weapon then seemingly died for a moment, as a massive stream of white MHD liquid and black lightning shot from the barrel faster than anyone could have ever imagined. The target Jesuar now realized wasn't any particular object, but rather the entire wall at the other end of the massive facility. The Black Lightning struck only seconds before the MHD blast cascaded into the wall, creating a massive explosion drenching the room in a dull red hot light. If they didn't have the tinted goggles it's arguable that the observers could've gone blind. By the time the firing was over there stood a crumbling Titanium-Trimetal Alloy wall, reinforced with Titanium Carbide Bricks and a New-Crete Brick wall behind that, all sealed together with Molten Metal. The wall itself represents the best armor Moorwhyne has to offer, layered thick one right after the other.

And based on what Jesuar was seeing... It was absolutely no match for this monster weapon...

by **The CIS Rejik** » Thu May 25, 2017 4:53 am

October 7th, 2032
Undisclosed location, Artis

"GOD DAMMIT!" The NSP Insurgent commander said slamming his fist on the table.

"How many fucking operatives have The CIS eviscerated this year? Fifty? Fucking a hundred!?!".

"Sir, The DeathWatch have shown to be a formidable opponent, We've no way to really stop them or even know when they're on our trail!" one operative from the corner of the large meeting room proclaimed to the commander.

"Does that help with the fact that we've lost a considerable amount of the limited fucking resources we've have Vizily?".

The operative remained quiet.

"We're loosing ground fast. As much as we've contacts all across The damn Maldarian Empire, They've shown to be vicious in purging us from their networks".

The Commander looked around, "Simple bombings and small scale attacks are not creating the unrest we need. And we're running out of time, hell, a fucking DeathWatch could be in the corner of the room and we wouldn't know".

Gazing around at his room full of militants, he asked.
"Does anyone have any ideas? or should we just walk up to the Imperial Palace now and hope the Vampyris don't rip us limb from limb".

Then, from the corner of the room, a grizzled laugh caught all of them offguard.

"You children nowadays are so prone to just give up".

Many of the men turned, several drew guns at the figure at, what was, a reinforced and locked steel door. The Commander stepped forward a few steps towards a table infront of him, placing his hands on it.

"Did you really think coming into our domain was a wise idea? Old Man".

The man chuckled, shadows draped all around him as several of the men still had their guns aimed at him. "You Sonacists....It doesn't matter what you pettily call yours if you're too damn weak to protect it".

The man's head visually raised through the darkness as he looked at the commander. "and last I checked, when it comes to you Versus High Commander Krukov, being an young Sonacist is a good way to get a demonic operative from hell to come knocking on your door".

The Commander raised an eyebrow, "Who the fuck are you?".

The man chuckled, shaking his head as looked down.

"There was a time when my name made the hair on CIS Politicians necks stand up...."

He took a step forward, several of the men tensed up, however a signal from the commander caused them to lower their weapons.

"I helped to orchestrate a War, that would haunt the Imperators for their decades, always remembering me....."

Taking another step, the long, grey trenchcoat was meanacing as his hand was kept in one pocket.

"And in the end. It was only by sheer luck and skill, that The CIS brought down the Authoritarian State I had tried to create".

The Commander broke a bit of sweat as the man finally stepped into the light of the room, after the doorway.

The grey hairs, mustache, and the trenchcoat with the old, rusted militiaman's insignia was brought into view. The scar on his face, from a gunshot given to him by the high military commander himself.

"My name is Var Stal..... And if you want you and your band of failures to survive.....You're going to follow me and do exactly as I say".

by **The Republic of the Shining Kingdom** » Sun Jun 04, 2017 12:59 am

New Roma

It seemed to just be one problem after another, but such is the life of a statesman. The idea of the Bellona colony had been put on hold indefinitely in the Senate while plans to tap into the rescores of Sol and her surrounding stars where finalized and put into motion, while deals with Concordat members over the full rebuilding of Earth where finally agreed on. But there was something out of the Senate's jurisdiction. The Wolf and his associate Caine O'Connell had been trying to deal with the insurgents in the IATA but though militant groups where either being assimilated or squashed there was one small problem. Several of the northern States in the United States went dark, and when information could be gathered on towns that fell into the darkness, most of the town or city was deserted. There where only a handful of corpses. Then a miracle happened, a defector, that gave The Wolf and O'Connell scores of information as to what happened, though how to respond was King's Job, and he ordered that the movement of this group be tracked, to ascertain an end destination. A wall of informants and Senate Enforcers would be thrown in their way, and how the group responded would give King what he needed to offer an effective response. On top of that, mostly at the request of O'Connell, King assigned two legions of Assault Legionnaires to the Wolf to assist in cracking some of the tougher insurgents. In the mean time, an Issue had come up. Some time ago the Alliance class StarBattleship the Space Navy had sent to investigate strange signals coming from Proxima Centauri had gone Quiet, and it was decided that two of the new Venator III's at King's Insistence would be sent to investigate the disappearance.

by **Moorwhyne** » Thu Jun 15, 2017 12:35 am

A Final Walk

December 8th, 2034 E.E.D.
Çelmarin Capital Complex

Head Elector Mann made one last walk across the platform from which he spoke to the people of Çelmarin in the beginning of the Galacticum Bellum. He made one last pass of the now empty office which housed him and his staff through long nights of artillery bombardment. He walked the quarters of the Grey Legion, saluting the Garrison Sergeants, and exchanged words with the bartender on the 13th floor that he liked to frequent because it reminded him of the Red-Light District on the Jewel. He made personal stops to all the secretaries and staff offices that helped him through his existence as Head Elector, spending no less than 10 minutes with each of them.

He made one last visit to the Planning and Agenda room. Looking over his plans for reconstruction which had now been mostly implemented and going as well as they could. He looked at the stacks of war plans, advanced technologies and weapons of mass destruction that were currently being researched. He walked to his empty wardrobe, once filled with his outdated fashion sense, and realistic reproductions of 500 year old suits. He took one last look at large lock in the hall outside his office as the Member of the Maul which had finally come, 12:00 on the dot, escorted Jeshüar Mann from the Capital Complex.

Jeshüar Mann knew now what he was to do. He wanted to go and apologize to Sarmi, an old friend that he had betrayed to get the position on the Commissioners Garrison in the first political move he ever made. He made no effort to knock on her door, the old Head Elector simply slid a letter under the door and made his way to Çelmarin International. The pilot of his flight asked if he was excited to return to the Jewel, and received a rather shocking answer. "I wish to be transported to the Jewels administrative building to collect my pension for completing my term in full. While I do this I want you to wait for me, then I will pay you to take me to the Adil-Garimetu station that ships things to earth." The conductor of the Ship looked rather shocked. "Why would you do that?" To which Jeshüar Mann simply smiled, sending a message via his own personal hyperlink account to the King of the SK.

"I'm done with Rejik, i'm going to earth."

by **The CIS Rejik** » Fri Jun 16, 2017 3:06 am

Imperator's End
January 17th, 2035
Imperial Palace, commons room

Krukov stared into the fires of the fireplace, watching the wood burn up, darkening and cooking within the flame, which was surrounded by the bedrock fireplace. He stood there, one hand on the mantle place, watching the fire boil, and roar, and cook. That was then he raised his head, as the dark, empty room suddenly felt alot less.....empty.

"Your time is running out Commander...." a deep, commanding voice said from behind him.

Krukov turned, to be greeted with him. A Man in a long coat, which was covered with ceremonial markings, a hood, with a mask covering most of his face, his eyes only slightly being view able. As he took a few steps towards the High Military commander, stopping, his steel toed combat boots rested on the hardwood floor. Krukov took his hand off the mantle piece. "You..." he said, staring the mysterious man down.

"You've forseen it in the dream, that many specific people had on the eve of the Tarazedian Invasion of rejik" he said, jogging Krukov's memory, which was 3 years ago. Krukov remembered, Leo told him of his nightmares for telling future events that would bring horrors.

"You did the impossible Mr Krukov, you took Fate's plans of taking the Imperator's bride, and shattered them in your Dylithium Grip. but Now....".

"I can still stop it" Ivan said defiantly to the man.

"But does he want you to". Krukov stayed there, unphased, "You've seen The sixth's mannerisms, his mood, tone, and his being nowadays. Heavy is the head that carries the servitude of being the people' servant as the Imperator, The Seventh has learned and embraced this, however, after so many years, it now drains the current Imperator down".

"So you could try, yes, you were always known for your cunning and ruthless contingency planning. But, how can you save your best friend's life, if he does not want to be saved from damnation?".

Silence was all that came from The CIS' Devil.

January 21st, 2034

"Are you sure about this Leo?" Ivan asked, a finger to his earpiece as he walked down the halls of the gigantic arena upper staff halls.

"its the 3rd Anniversary of the end of the extinction war. As the last standing leader who started it, as Mikhail has passed, and Jeshuar has now left Rejik, I need to be the one to show that we will forever remember the hundreds of millions lost within the war".

Krukov gazed out of the reinforced windows of the staff halls. The hallway he was in overlooked rows and rows of people sitting in seats, with many more lining all of the seats, the gigantic podium and stage downstairs. This was a day to celebrate the victory and remembrance, a day of celebration. "Just Be Careful" he said.

Leonardo was in a small green room, Imperator's Guards along with CIS Secret Service members were within the room with him, however in the small dressing room alone, as he buttoned the final buttons of his suit vest.

"Ivan...." Leo said, filling the comms with silence.

"I just want you to know, in the decades I've known you, the near 30 years....You've been a good friend".

Krukov stayed silent, "And many, the Vaelgrachten queen, SK and Moorwhynic Diplomats, Elise, so many will call you this irredeemable monster. But I want you to know, I believe in the virtue and care you have for the people of The CIS".

Ivan stayed silent, standing behind the one way giant pane of glass facing the Colosseum like arena, the lights, colors, and all different elements of the crowd bathing him. "I never really asked.....How long have you served The CIS military?". Ivan continued to check the different security details on his watch, looking back up, "I believe it's been over 80 years now".

"You Raldarians have always lived long".

"Half Raldarian Leo, you know this".

A knock from outside the dressing room caused Leo to stand up, putting on his signature grey dress coat. "I've got to go, Goodbye Ivan". Ivan paused, one of the few moments in his life, he swallowed down the tension of the moment, that Leo never really showed. "You too Leo, stay safe". His earpiece ending the call, he stood there, his uniform and cap, facing the lights of the outside.

'In the 80 years I've served the Empire's Army....I've always relied on key preparation and planning'.

'Always Prepare for the worst; he thought, walking off'.

"And now, Imperator for The CIS, Leonardo Witt The VI!".

["DeathWatch Agents, check in"].

As Leonardo took to the stage, waving as he approached the podium, he faced the crowd in the surprisingly bright night time sky.

["Iron Confederates, check in"].

"Good evening, such a bright crowd out here tonight, so enthusiastic" Leo noted beginning his speech.

[Secret Service, chime in, how's it looking"].

"Today marks the 3 year anniversary since the 5th world war ended, and though not many have taken to remarking it, As the last standing leaders who started such an event, it is important that I come out here to face you. Not only the people of The CIS, but it's lifeblood, it's children, it's future".

[Mr Krukov, We have a situation] Sanza reported in, "Tell me".

[An Iron Confederate has found an abandoned Sniper rifle in one of the Balcony Areas up near the lights and upper logistics, the team up in upper logistics has reported that the bags seem to have been ransacked for different small arms and their ammunition].

"I want DeathWatch scanning the area, if we see any sign of them, let me know", [Of course sir].

"There has been alot of ruin after the War.....Alot of death, blood, and poverty. But as we enter the 3rd year since it's end, We're finding The CIS has been recovering steadily from the carnage. Finding that our ingenuity, our hardwork, and dedication to success has proven that we can over come the disasters of years past".

Krukov typed in an alert to Leo, however as the Imperator saw the notification pop up on his watch, he simply silenced it, continuing.

"Today is a day for not only Remembrance, but Celebrating victory".

'How can you save a man from damnation when he doesn't want to be saved'.

"God Damn Maniac" Krukov noted, [Sir, I've spotted him].

"Victory for not only the soldiers and veterans, but of those that have helped to pull The Society and citizens out of the rubble".

[CCTV spotted a man known for being involved in riots and attacks of Anti Government officials in the ground level crowd, heading towards the Imperator].

Krukov snapped, ["DeathWatch, have you found him?"].

["Negative Sir, too many civilians, he could be anywhere"].

"It is only by our Courage"

"God Dammit", ["Sanza get the Urban Guard Personal on Domestic Sweep"].

"Our Unity"

["Sir I spotted him, within the 10 meter distance ring of the Imperator"].

"And our Perseverance"

["Imperator's Guard Get The Imperator out of there, Now!"].

"We Will make it past the ruin of our pas-" Leo paused, in a split second, he heard it, a nightmare he never told anyone about. a man breaking out of the dark, and yelling, "DEATH TO THE GENOCIDE CONDUCTOR!". He looked down, to see a Raldarian man point a railgun pistol at him. Time froze for a second, as Imperator's guards just a meter away reached for him, Iron Confederates took aim with their rifles, Urban Guard rushed through the crowd, and Leo, simply stood there.

Yes, like any person with a gun raised, he was surprised, but instead of dodging, running, anything. He stood there, hands on the podium, from up above, The Maldarian Halfbreed yelled, banging a fist on the glass and causing it to slightly crack from the sheer force, even at 80 years old, he was still strong in metabolism. But then, Krukov's righteousness, the guards, soldiers. It all seemed to just... fall apart.

2 Railgun rounds entered Leo 's chest cavity, tearing right through the poor Maldarian. The blood kicked back onto Elise, Daniel Stal, and several other officials. As he grasped his chest, he gave one final look out to the crowd, before the bloody on the podium caused his hand to slip....sliding off and falling onto his side. Elise screamed with horror, The Imperator's guards rushed to the Imperator's side. As Iron Confederates fired, the man ducked and pushed civilians in the way, they caught the bullets meant for him, as he rushed into the hysteric crowd, loosing the Urban Guardsmen along the way.

Krukov stood there, hand pressed up against the cracked glass. His face wasn't of shock, of horror, but.....something else. For the first time in decades, as Krukov watched the medics and support personal swarm the Imperator, for the first time since the Slaughter of Mariposa......

Krukov had failed.

The Imperium, Central City Hospital
3:45am

Krukov exited a CIS Military Werwulf Humvee, a fireteam of Hellfire Corps Soldiers arming it.

"Stay here and guard the vehicle" he ordered as he exited the passenger side door. Placing on his Military cap, he walked through the large doors of the hospital.

He remembered when this first happened, brushing and passing several people, his mind flashed back to the first time an Imperator had died under his service. Leonardo Witt V, a man hated for his Militaristic Authoritarianism. Also a man Krukov credited for helping to create The CIS Army that would fight in the 5th World War. He remembered, how during a charity event in The Imperium, so many years ago, he was killed while meeting with school children, by a sniper who'd gotten a shot through his body armor, hundreds of meters up in elevation in a skyscraper.

They caught the sniper, an extremist. he swore to Leo, his son, he'd protect them from these kinds of men.

He promised, Those words burned through his mind as he reached the front desk, He promised to protect Leo, his family. This would never happen again.

Flashing his badge, The CIS Military Credt on his Identification card, they opened the door for him to be let into the ER. His eyes flashed around, contrary to what some believed, even nearing his first century, he was built, the raldarian muscle and life longevity kicking in as expected. Though slightly shorter than Le Blanc, many nurses and medical officials gazed at the Military Officer storming through, a fish out of water.

As he reached the large bolted doors, meant for those who needed to be highly protected, he was stopped by a security personal.

Krukov was stunned, "I'm High Military Command-", "I know who you are Sir" the SS agent said, "But you cannot enter".

"I am one of the top CIS Government officials, instructed to help administrate the Imperator's security".

"Sir the Imperator is in critical condition, not even close relatives can enter".

Krukov then realized, gazing to his right, he saw the secure waiting room, inside, were The Imperator's family.

"That man is five meters from death, shot by a railgun pistol, and you won't even let his KID in there to talk to him?!" Krukov, more furious as this continued, caused even The Imperator's guardsmen to back up a few paces, though still at their post.

"I'm sorry sir but-", "Don't you sir me boy, I don't care what sort of cheap strings you pulled to somehow into the Service, but I am here to ensure The Imperator's saftey, and you will LET ME PASS!".

The Agent simply responded, "You sure didn't ensure it well enough to keep him from being shot". The Guardsmen looked in horror after seing The Military Commander's face from that Remark.

Leonardo Witt VII, Heir to The Imperator's throne, sat next to his hysteric mother, comforting her. He'd heard the entire conversation, and even now, still remained calm. However he cringed after that last remark, even more so after hearing a hard crack, with a large Thud hitting the Metal door to the room he was in.

The Agent coughed, a few teeth falling out as his broken nose bled, his back against the door. "H-He Struck Me! You Maniac!". Krukov took a few steps, towering over the man, "You just disrespected the highest official within The CIS Imperial Military, You're lucky that when I get back to the Citadel, I don't neuter you down to a Janitor in rank".

Krukov stormed off, fists clenched as he left the hospital.

Leo stared at the window where Ivan's silhouette once was.
"Everyone calls you a Monster, or a Titan. But in the end you're a man like all of us".

by **The CIS Rejik** » Sun Jul 02, 2017 11:53 pm

Imperator's End [II]
January 21st, 2035

"Alright, the votes have been tallied" The head chairwoman of the Civilian Congress said, shuffling papers given to her by her colleagues.

"High Military Commander, Ivan Krukov" she said, as The Raldarian looked up at her from the small podium, shorter than the massive congress board seats.

"The Civilian Congress has, by overwhelming support, granted you authorization to conduct a large scale manhunt for the killer of Imperator Leonardo Witt VI".

He remained silent, what might've been a smile buried under the tonnes of discipline he'd trained himself to have.

"Along with support of special forces of The Urban Guard, you are to capture the killer, and bring him back alive".

Krukov nodded, "thank you chairwoman, I will not fail".

"Urban Guard forces working with the CIS Government are hot on the trail for the assassin who killed the Imperator Leonardo Witt VI late last night. The death was a result of a strange bug that appeared within CIS comms and security, the security shield being impermeable for the entirety of the event up until the incident. The CIS Secret Service vows to capture the killer of the Imperator, and bring him to justice...."

Leonardo Witt VII stared at the Television screen, surprisingly held up after recent events. Sitting in his chair, he could hear screaming and yelling coming from the hall behind.

"It's because of YOU He's dead. You Warmongering, Heartless, SOCIOPATH!" Elise screamed, then hearing the Imperial Palace guards state. "Ma'am we're going to have to ask you to stop!". After some yelling, she was escorted off by some Palace guards, with Krukov walking in, sitting down in the other chair in the Study with Leo.

"What did the congress say?" Leo asked, Krukov taking off his cap and scratching his head. "They've authorized the Manhunt. I'll have him pinned down within the week". "Good" Leo said, he continued. "bring him back alive". Krukov looked a bit curious, not expecting so from Leo, after how his mother reacted. "He needs to face justice. Killing him would just be doing him a service". Both of them watched the television.

"That's the plan" Krukov said, Leo confident, as both him, and the High Military Commander's intentions were aligned.

The CIS 'Citadel' Military Installation, Mariposa

Krukov rode passenger in a Werwulf Humvee, as it drove down the long, metal platform of the tall Military Installations. His arm resting on the door, Ivan saw a large Gunship fly by through the armor panels of the door. The werwulf then stopped, opening the door, with Commander Stal following him, he marched out to meet A large Battalion of Hellfire Corps soldiers lined up in orderly fashion. marching along the front, inspecting the armor, Krukov was followed by the commander.

"Are they at combat readiness?",

"of course sir" Stal answered immediately. "Good".

"Hellfire Corps" Krukov called out as he turned and stopped, his old, commanding, captain voice.

"I don't think I have to explain to you the importance or cause of your mission".

"The Imperator is dead. By an incredibly skilled, and lethal NSP agent. Our info from intelligence says he's headed eastwards, and considering he's heading into heavily populated and expansive territory, finding him is difficult".

"Your job, Hellfire Corps, is to hunt this piece of filth down, and bring him to justice. You are NOT to kill him under any circumstance. He is to be captured, and brought alive. You're being deployed all over the Eastern CIS heartland, and track him down, Commander Stal will be with you throughout your mission".

"Any questions?".

"NO SIR!!" The wall of men answered.

"Good. Now head out!".

"YES HIGH COMMANDER!" They lifted their rifles, resting them against their chests, they stomped off, all in order, to their transports.

by **Moorwhyne** » Tue Jul 04, 2017 5:41 am

Rise
September 2nd, 2035 E.E.D.
Sector 0-0, The Jewel, Capital Complex

The new head elector was settling into his position extraordinarily well. It was thought that the new head elector would have a lot on his plate for how young he was, however he expertly and precisely kept on top of most problems and issues that arose. Long gone was the soft classical music permeating through the office, replaced instead by far more popular Moorwhyneic and Vaelgrachtan musicians from the modern day. The new head electors focus on establishing better communications with allies, and rebuilding a bigger and better Moorwhyne had been what managed to push the vote over Sadim Gurjraiet, with the new head elector winning only 50% of secondary votes, and 39% primary votes.

In somewhat of a daze in his office from his 4th consecutive day running the few ministries dealing with construction. He barely sleeps and his patterns remind people of Jeshüar Mann as far as "Workaholicness" This daze however is broken when someone knocks heavy and hard on his door. The young head elector snaps out of his daze, turning the music down and ordering the door to be opened from his desk. "Good morning, who might you be?" says the head elector, putting on his business face. "Elector Waesvar, I believe it's time to make my presence known to you."

The lanky man staggers over to the large chair in front of the head electors desk. it's clear this man is armed, and he was allowed into the capital complex, which is odd because the young Elector couldn't place the man from anywhere. The lanky man extends his seemingly preternatural hands, and slowly shakes with a cold iron grip. He was old, older than usual for a government official. "I am Gehn Krennis, Director of the Siwarz Izleky Intelligence Agency." The young elector nods his head in understanding. "What do you require?" says the Elector, apprehensively.

Gehn simply smiles widely, "Oh my dear elector, I require nothing, I am only here to ask what you should have us do while you've halted any aggressive actions against our "allies" he says, and hint of sarcasm flowing throughout. The head elector stands and walks over to a Holoboard and displays the amount of research, economic value, and military power of all of Moorwhyne's allies and enemies. The old Siwarz Izleky is preparing himself for a speech a-typical of marble party members that trust is the foundation for a great alliance. However, the elector simply turns, "Get to Africa.... They won't give what is owed, nobody defaults on debt to Moorwhyne with impunity." Gehn smiles widely "Perhaps I misjudged your character" he says standing to exit. As he does Elector Waesvar smiles simply and gestures to the door.

The nations rebuilding efforts had been buffed in very specific places out of the head elector and his many friends own pockets. Head Elector Nesin Val-Currin-Aeird-Waesvar had more friends than many other people would have over the course of their entire lifetimes. He was fast paced, charismatic, handsome, all traits totally uncommon of most officials. More often than not Man or Women machines, dedicated to what they do, Nesin stood out like a BAW in an SK formation. Much of his time was taken up by his wife, daughter and son, however he did also make time for his many powerful friends wherever he could. He was one of the most public head electors, being able to be seen and talked to by some media outlets near daily. The best part was that Waesvar had a disarming personality, which allowed for a lot of inherent trust, he talked to the media, and sometimes simply stated he was busy and the media was bussed away. Either way he felt like a friend to the Moorwhyneic people, not in the way his predecessor was a fatherly defender, but rather a particularly fun co-worker, or after work buddy, a true friend.

Over the course of the past year with healthy donations to the rebuilding effort it was back on schedule to be finished in the next 5 years, meanwhile material acquisition missions were being planned to 5 nearby solar systems using the Aliştirmek Intereks Klistaln Kogienj to support fully autonomous droids in a massive scale planetary mining operation. The funding for this was cut from the militaries production budget, which wasn't doing much at any rate with there being to few materials on Rejik to build any equipment. Other than this the military had been ordered to assist in the training and development of the Administrated Territories soldiery, a nessicary step to integration would be getting the new armies reliant on Moorwhyneic weaponry and armor.

by **The CIS Rejik** » Tue Jul 11, 2017 8:04 pm

Imperator's End [III]
January 29th, 2035

Eastern CIS Heartland
"We can't keep running, they're gaining on us every day Markus".

A Hellfire Corps Unit patrolled down a road of a minor CIS road, the Werwulf Humvee they were on drove down the now barren, snowy and frozen road patrolling. On the road, several Urban Guardsmen and MPs questioned a man who said he had a lead on the assassin, one of them taking notes. For the past 8 days, The Hellfire Corps had been chasing down the killer of the Imperator, constantly gaining on the Assassin's path. They were furious, enraged, and vengeful, the personal soldiers and warriors of Krukov having looked under every rock and stone on their way eastwards.

"Krukov is scouring every nook and cranny for us. Sure, we cross the checkpoint into CIS Thurungia, but then what?"

A Hellfire Corps Squadron kicks down the door of a greasy, covered up building in a ghetto of The CIS' Eastern Mega City, Rakon. Aiming their weapons, they were greeted with several inner city gang members, who raised lesser guns and melee weapons, all of which were obviously cobbled together, at them. Screaming in native Druszecki and scotatrovan, the squad leader, flicked on a translation mode on his Helmet's HUD.

Translating into several former NSP dialects, he spoke. "The Imperator's Assassin has been harboured by the criminal underworld". A holographic image of a man, slim, short, black hair and a small mustache on him.

"Where is he, SPEAK!". The response was a mix of "I don't knows", "We won't tell", and "Fuck you CIS pig". The leader nodded to his men, shooting his railgun rifle, taking a chunk out of the first gang member's head, another then flipped the table, as the one to his right started up a flamethrower, setting fire to the men and many more behind him.

"Krukov's Hammer is slamming down on the underworld all because of us, and they're gaining". The man opposite of the assassin turned towards the table, "I have a contact within the NSP Insurgents. I've sent word, and when he responds we'll be escorted by a team and our trail will be colder than Jeshuar Mann's blood". "And?" The assassin responded. "What?". "You know as well as I.....It's not just soldiers that are chasing us Markus".

A lone Gene mod dealer ran down a dark alley of Mariposa, the subterranean streets dark as he ran deeper and deeper. "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE'D DO WITH IT, I SWEAR!" he yelled back, to an empty and desolate alley. As he ran, he continued, "he TOLD ME it was for HUNTING! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!". A shadow behind him lurched out, as it drew, closer and closer, the eyes trained on him as he ran. From above, a shadow landed on his back, pushing him to the ground. Turning him over, The left arm of a Vampyris held his chest down, the new age monsters now red with a different appearance.

"PLEEEEASE! PLEASE DON'T!". The Vampyris raised it's right arm, from the upperside of it's forearm, a large blade slid out, "DON'-". He was cut off as the monster drove it straight into his face, silencing him.

"I've gotten into contact with my informant. He says if we can make it to the Artis Buffer State, The Sonacists will have a unit of their men extract us, and ensure us safe passage to Var Stal". The assassin sighed, putting up his hood, "Let us go Markus". as they both concealed themselves, the assassin opened the door to a large CIS Subway Station just outside.

The doors to a large, stone chamber opened, the 1 meter metal door opened up, revealing Krukov, walking in. As Ivan stepped into the chamber, he nodded to two Hellfire Corps members behind him, as they shut the door, engulfing the High Military Commander in almost darkness. His breath could be seen through the stale, cold air around him.

"I know you're here.....Come on out. The Empire needs your help" he requested.

Looking around, he saw some shadows move, out of the corners of his eyes. The large horizontal columns connecting to the ones that were shooting up vertically through the dark room. Before he really noticed A figure, cloaked in Darkness dropped infront of him with several others, all standing up to face the Commander.

The Vampyris. The Eyes and Ears, the monsters in the night, the bane of those who threaten the Empire.

"I know I don't make requests......" Krukov started up with. "But now is one of the times I need the Vampyris on a certain task for me".

In a dark room of the CIS Imperial Palace, the wife of the Imperator, Elise Williams, was also on a dark balconey. Sitting on the stone bench, she was bathed in the darkness of the night, the lights of The Imperium's urban jungle hitting her back. He waited, having sent out a message, she waited, as prim and proper as she always was. Then, from slight wind breaking sound and the ever so slightly crack of the roof of the Palace being landed on, she looked up. 2 Vampyris on the edge of the Imperial Palaces' roof, and one sitting on the edge of the stone railing.

"Thank you for coming....." she said, with a weakened voice, "I have something to ask of you".

Krukov looked at the group of Vampyris, "As you Know, The Imperator is dead".

Elyse stood up, facing the large monsters infront of her, "My Husband.......is dead".

"By order of the CIS Civilian Congress, a large scale manhunt is being authorized. We're catching up but, we'll need some 'unconventional' support in order to keep him from worming through the cracks".

"The High Military Commander has ordered a capture hunt for the assassin, but he cannot be allowed to live after what he's done".

"Now I know you lads are seen as boogey men. Monsters. Demons in the Night". Krukov said arms crossed, "But above all. You're servants and protectors of the Empire and it's people".

"You're servants of the Imperator and his throne. There is no saving the dead, Leo is gone, but the time for vengeance is now!".

"As High Military Commander, and by the order of The Civilian Congress, and people of the Empire......" Krukov said grimly.

"As Wife, widow, and Vice Minister of The CIS....." Elise said with pain in her heart.

"Capture and bring that assassin back alive, and don't allow him to use death to escape justice".

"Avenge my Husband, Avenge your Imperator, and Kill The Assassin".

As both gave orders to their Vampyris, the Hunt for The Imperator's killer became ever more complicated.

by **The Republic of the Shining Kingdom** » Sun Jul 16, 2017 2:19 am

The Awakening
May 1st 2035
New Roma

It was yet another boring day in the capital. The final pieces of his reconstruction effort had been set into motion, as the Senate finally passed, After about a year of filibustering and political espionage, meager bills to allow Imperial Revenues to be diverted to the acquisition of construction materials King finally began to relax and decided to instead of relaxing and taking the day off, was drafting his pet project. The hopeful golden centerpiece of his reign. He was just about to put the final touches on the first draft when an aid had burst into his office, demanding he take a look into this new matter coming out of the Northernmost states. The matter he long thought delegated to the Wolf and O'Connell had re-appeared at his desk, more prevalent then ever. Looks like the Reichsreform would have to wait. The group that the Legions of the SK had been tracking through the great planes had stopped before the wall of Excubitors and Praetorians. The mass of humans, some clothed, others- not so much, tried and failed to penetrate through the lines before King ordered the Group detained. He would need a far wiser authority on this. He sat down to talk to Jesüar for a while on the situation, before the Defector, a so called "Rust Kohl" came forward with new information on the 'group'. The Flagellant, they called themselves the Flagellant. Rust spoke for quite some time with the Wolf. Though Rust claimed to provide valuable information, he spoke circles around the all powerful Wolf. Determined, Jesüar borderline demands that he goes to the frontline of this, and "Have a chat with Rust." King relented, he needed to know everything about this group he could, yet still needing to protect his people, King admitted to himself that Jesüar is probably the only person he knows who can do that in the field anymore.

After a small chat with Rust, and some involuntary vomiting, Jesüar managed to brake the pison's sense of superiority and get some actually detailed information from him. To which point Jesüar requested to release the mob. King at first protested, then relented, and allowed the mob to continue its westward journey. Surrounded by guards of course. They had marched to a point, just past Clarinda, Iowa. When they stopped and began to preform a ritual of some kind. Jesüar and the guard had thought they had learned everything about this group, down to how to starve them into submission. The only thing left up in the air was "Where is their destination" It seemed all thing about this group was futile as they simply started to die, seemingly to empower a single individual, the true power of this reality bending psionic force was reviled. At this point His Majesty personally visited a {Redacted} Air force base and after a lengthy and near mind-altering encounter. They recalled all forces acting in the {Redacted} part of Northern Montana.

Two Whole months. He was away for two whole months. It was near expertly covered up, and as his majesty recovered, he released a cover story about how "Psionic Bacteria" Was the cause of the panic, and for the safety of his people, he could not leave the zone until sterilized. However how this covered several broken bones, mostly ribs and one arm, he didn't know. But what he did know is that it would have to cover, for now.

by **The Republic of the Shining Kingdom** » Tue Jul 18, 2017 11:18 pm

The Ascending

Two months, it was two months sense he had started his campaign. His senate did a good job of pretending he was here, but that was mostly to them grinding their heels. Again. No matter. It would clear up as it always had. Though, the Imperial Party being so disjointed concerned him deeply. He had no time for such matters. His first act, when he got back was to send out civil servants under royal authority to prioritize targets for the most repair and organize the labor parties to begin construction. But there was an issue. A lack of funding. King tried to appeal to the senate for a swift response, and left it in their hands as he had more pressing matters to attend to. He had finally filled out the paperwork to begin what production he could manage on the new era of weapons. He had reviewed a new set of armor, set to replace the standard issue, and gave his seal on the order to make it happen. Moreover he had acted as a mediator between Africa and Moorwhyne to ensure to Moorwhyne that Africa would begin paying their debts. But Kings work is never done. As he had his personal accountant begin to asses the Royal Estate and Treasury worth to see how much funding he could throw around, he restarted his drafts for the first Reichsreform in his Federation.

by **Moorwhyne** » Fri Jul 21, 2017 6:49 am

The Runner
12th February, 2036
Moorwhyne, Rejik

The country had been fully mobilized with the new funding being poured into it by allied powers and companies for the first time in many years. Every man, woman, and child made efforts towards the reconstruction. The infrastructure of Moorwhyne had finally been completed, and the brutalized cityscapes were being rebuilt in what seemed like weeks but was more accurately a few months. The whole of the world seemed to speed up as things began happening in rapid succession all around the people of Moorwhyne, and hope... For the first time in a long time there was hope for a lasting peace on Rejik, which empowered people even further. The dream of a new day closed in ever more rapidly as millions of workers on private and government payroll got their tools and trucks every morning, and began brick by brick, stone by stone, rebuilding the place they once knew as home.

Sector 0-0, The Jewel, Capital Complex

The young Head Elector Waesvar sat in his large office chair at the helm of a table full of intelligence operatives. "It seems gentlemen we have received permission to bring our tools to the earth... I however still have one question..." Everyone in the room had been preparing for this moment for a long time. It was arguable that the Siwarz Izleky had been harder at work in the past few months trying to leave everywhere they had been tasked to be, than they had simply spying on everyone. An intelligence operation the size that Jeshüar Mann put forth is hard to even slow, never mind stop. But now the brainchild of Gehn Krennis was ready to be put in place, and the debt of Moorwhyne collected from the Africans. The Siwarz Izleky would need every agent they could if they were to make this work.

"The SK has bought the bait, and we are going to be allowed to bring in Project Typhoon, however...." The Head Elector pauses. "I also wish to activate the Revenant..." Everyone in the room went cold silent. That was a project the Head Elector hadn't even been briefed on yet, one nobody was supposed to even know about outside of the Siwarz Izleky. "What do you know about the Revenant Waesvar?" inquires Gehn impatiently. "I know that the Revenant has the ability to change how we gain influence with our enemies on earth..." Responds Waesvar, with that putrid smile creeping across his face when he know he has the upper hand. "I know that if we were to deploy this to Africa, to ANZAC, to the Canadians... I know that we would be able to force them to their knees." Waesvar then stands and begins walking around the Siwarz Izleky. "I know that with this influence we could shake the politics of Earth to their very core, empower the SK, and fill all their markets with good produced in Moorwhyneic factories. I know we could eventually use this as leverage to increase our presence on Earth and ensure none of the political cores we can't be sure are on our side do anything stupid or jeopardizing. And I know that we can do all of this with the eventual support of their King, whom I well and truly adore as a firm leader."

Everyone sits shocked and amazed, while Waesvar simply smiles "If you weren't getting approval from the government..."

"Where did you all think the funding for the project was coming from...? God?"

by **The CIS Rejik** » Tue Jul 25, 2017 1:02 am

Imperator's End [IV]
Eastern Artis Buffer state, abandoned steel mill

"QUICKLY MARKUS!" One of the Assassin's men yelled as he ran through the door, shutting the blast door and pushing the giant steel bar in it's way. A steel mill, something the Republians utilized before the 5th world war. However due to many bombing campaigns, battles, and attacks. Sadly, this giant great concrete and metal monstrosity, unlike many others that were repaired and refitted with new tech, laid abandoned within the Artis buffer state. The assassin panted, as tons of sweat poured down his face, he was then shoved by 2 of his men along deeper into the facility.

"Did we loose them?" the assassin asked, panting.

"Yes, that MP patrol was the last registered Artis force to break off. we're safe" he said, as they climbed a rickety metal staircase leading up. "What now?", The Assassin asked as he reached the top, the small group rested, as he collapsed against one of the walls. One of the men pulled out their mobile device, tapping and swiping a few times before chiming in. "Var Stal's strike force should be here soon, we just need to rest and....".

"There's no time to wait....." the men turned, as a masked, armored paramilitary soldier stood at the doorway to the small room. The Imperial dogs are manhunting you, they'll be here fast. We need to go". The Militiamen gestured as the Assassin and the rest of his men got up, following, they walked up the short steps to see a larger room, full of more Paramilitary soldiers. "This is Var Stal's men?" the assassin asked surprised. "He's been busy these past few years" the Militiamen joked as they walked down the room, to the doorway at the end. 20, atleast, Var Stal knew the propoganda and morale worth the Assassin had. He wanted him secured.

As the Militiamen walked out the door outside, The Assassin was greeted to an old republian 5th world war dropship. However, refitted, as the chopper gave out less noise. A captain got off the drop ship, pulling down his face mask, "Alistair Kuhn" The Militiamen commander asked, as the assassin nodded. "we're Var Stal's task force, we're here to extract you and then get you to the base at-". The Commander was cut off as he guided the assassin to the chopper, as the tail of the large vehicle was hit by a large railgun round.

The round pierced through, causing a loud boom, The Commander pushed the assassin out of the way as the chopper spun, it's propellers clipping the side of the mill as it crashed into the ground below. The Fireball visible as the yellow and orange light blanketed the trees. "GET THE FUCK INSIDE, NOW!" The Commander yelled as the few militiamen lucky enough to not be on the chopper quickly got the Kuhn inside, as the commander pulled his mask up. Inside the room with the rest of the task force, the commander readied his rifle.

"I thought the CIS forces fucked off, who the hell would've been around to shoot down the chopper?!" Alistair asked as many of the Militiamen rushed around. Some out of the room, others taking cover by the windows, some by the doorways. "A Dark Unit, an unregistered Legion" The Commander answered. "Same one who's been hunting you". "Who?! Some more Elite Infantry grunts?" Markus yelled. The Commander shook his head, "No.......Formerly The 9th Elite Legion, Krukov's Hammer". The Commander quickly ushered the assassin and his group to a fortified corner as the militiamen continued to rush about. "One of the only CIS Legions, and UCSR forces to survive the vicious fighting in the beginning of the western front. They've been, recommissioned, let's say...." the commandered loaded heavy rounds into his rifle. "to what?" one of the entouragemen asked.

"To be Ivan krukov's personal legion corps". That's when, one of the miltiamen called out, "Sir, we've got Air units inbound". "Any movement in the trees?" the commander asked, "Yes sir, I'm seeing movement in the east". "I'm seeing some in the west!" another one shouted. "Sir, the cameras are spotting men heading towards us in all directions". The Commander was, shocked, to say the least. So he asked the question. "How many are we talking? Fifty? Seventy Five? Two Hundred?". One of the mercs on the camera shook his head, "No Sir". He raised his head from the tablet, "Thousands".

The Commander shouted on his men's comms. ["Bunker down at all entrances, lay traps and fortify where ever the hell your position is. We're dealing with an incredibly effective, incredibly brutal, and let's not forget, and incredibly vengeful CIS Shock Unit".

All around the Mill, different Militiamen laid mines, set trip wires, and took to cover behind concrete barriers before taking position. ["Northwing ready"]. ["South's fortified"]. ["East is battered down"]. ["This is west, we're good to go"]. The Commander gave a gesture, as the few remaining militiamen in the room pulled down the window hatches, and slowly, the entire room was blanketed in darkness. "Rang, Give me the status on the cameras, How close are the Hellfire Corps to entering the Mill".

"They're within A hundred yards sir...." One of Alistair's men curled up in the corner.

"Gaining on fifty Yards" Alistair and Markus put their backs to the wall.

"They're....They've......They've gone off Visual Radar sir". The Commander's eyes went wide. "WHAT?!".

That's when, they heard the yelling, the screams, The War cries. At first, distant, then growing, seemingly sinking into the cracks of the old stone, the walls, through each fiber of wood, every grain in the concrete. It drowned out everything, then Alistair knew, what he exactly did. He didn't just kill some congressman, some no name politician. He killed the Imperator, the leader, the civil servant bred from birth to say and enact the will of the people of The CIS. He killed their Imperator, and now, they were hungry.

That's when explosions shook the entire building, the very structure of the steel mill, as the chants turned to yelling, distant, close, and all in between. The Miltiamen were greeted to the sight of the Hellfire Corps, the menacing, faceless, united shock corps set charges at almost every, single doorway, garage door, and entrance of the building, and detonate the breaching charges. As the chants turned to yelling, Blast shields, similar to the iconic one sof the Urban Guard, were seen leading the Hellfire Corpsmen charge, as they entered the Mill at almost every entrance.

The UAS Marines, paramilitary and moderately put together, tried to fight back, detonating mines, tripping traps, all to damage the wall of men pushing through. Above, the Commander heard the sounds of Air Dropships and Gunships above them as the CIS descended from the air. "ALISTAIR, RUN!!!" He yelled, picking up his rifle and aiming at one of the windows. Alistair bolted, his friend Markus at his side, as shuttered windows blew open, the UAS marines were seemingly mince meat to the gunfire coming in from not only the HATT's mounted defenses, but of the Iron Confederates who stepped in through the newly made entrances. As the Commander reloaded one of his clips, the large group of Iron Confederates, lead by the commander accompanying them, all fired on him, seemingly nailing him to the stone wall.

Alistair ran, he could hear them, Krukov's minions, beseiging the mill, slaughtering the NSP Insurgents were they stood, some even sounding like they were beating them. he knew why, for daring to protect the Heathen, the monster, who slaughtered their Imperator. As he ran across one of the lower catwalks, a few remaining UAS Marines behind Markus, he then heard one of them shout. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!" The Marine fired their rifle, as the Red and Black silhouette of a Vampyris slammed down on him, the sheer weight of the monster pouncing the man bent the rusted railing so bad, it broke. They both fell down, as Alistair heard the cries of the man, as the demon tore him limb, from limb.

"KEEP RUNNING ALISTAIR!" Markus, now running out of breath, from days and days of running. The Last Marine behind them took the brunt of the fire from the Hellfire Corpsmen below, tearing his body apart, a wave of red gore bathing Markus, as a few rogue rounds hit him. Markus fell forward, as the assassin turned his head to stop. "Run Alistair, RUN!". Alistair turned, to see a crude, metal hook stab into the thigh of Markus, he screamed in pain, as the Vampyris weapon dragged him to the broken gap of the catwalk, and then 2 Vampyris dragged him off and into the Dark, Red, fiery abyss below.

Alistair ran, once again, for a doorway to the nexy room, leaving the catwalk, and was stopped as 4 New Age Vampyris dropped from the ceiling, a 5th one crawling and skulking in through one of the ventilation shafts. The Monsters, the vicious, vengeful monsters under order of Elise Williams, to kill the murderer. "PLEASE, I GIVE UP, I'M SORRY, I SURRENDER!". He shouted, his hands up, as the leading one's blade slid from his gauntlet. "PLEASE!" he said, tears entering his eyes as they drew further. That's when, some Loyal Vampyris landed on the railing and ground near the Assassin, lead by one of Krukov's last Assets. A Grey, World War 5 Era Vampyris, Grey, crude armor and all, landed between Alistair and the rogue Vampyris. What looks to be part of a broken Kaldarian Katana blade, and a Mortimer clone axe chip imbedded in it's skin, it scowled, facelessly, at the Rogue Vampyris. Giving a horrifying roar, it caused some of the new age ones to back up. The leader instead hiss back, as it pounced.

The rest of the Vampyris clashed, the veteran one grabbing the leading one and slamming it head first into the ground, as the animalistic monsters clashed.

Markus took this chance, and ran, taking a hallway leading left, dodging 2 Vampyris fighting as he ran through the doorway. That's when, he saw it, a doorway, leading to a balconey, a possible escape route to some Hellfire Corpsmen, or some sort of safe CIS unit, or anything other than those demons. He ran, through the doorway into the room, as he raised his head, the door instead opened. For 4 Iron Confederates, armed to the teeth, lead by a Red and Black Commander. As he knew their demeanor, he instead turned, sliding and nearly falling, trying to run back through the way he came.

The Commander fired his pistol, the railgun round piercing his right side, and causing the men to fall face first into the concrete ground. As Alistair gripped his side in pain, the 4 Iron Confederates quickly stabalized and cuffed the wounded ass assassin, as the Commander called the report in.

"This is Commander John Fordo, of Iron Confederate Team One. We've got him".

CIS Imperial Palace, Imperator's office
May 30th, 2035

"It's been 5 months side the captured assassin 'Alistair Kuhn' was brought in under charges of murder of The Late Imperator Leonardo Witt VI. Kuhn was stopped by a large task force sent to manhunt him, with a CIS Commander personal apprehending him with special forces. The Assassin has been charged and sentenced to execution, with the date being scheduled for January 25th, 2036. he will be kep at the Citadel where....

Leonardo witt VII sat down on the chair where his father one sat, watching the television play a report. he scratched his chin, now growing stubble, as he pondered the changing politics. "it's been 5 months...." He looked as a voice called from the doorway. His longtime friend, and personal political companion, 'Daniella Lawson' stood arms crossed against the edge of the doorway. "Are you ever gonna take the throne?". Leonardo exhaled internally, as he stood up, "Funny thing that....". "You know, alot of people have misinterpreted and assumed my agenda Danielle....." he said, walking over to the remote sitting on the end table and shutting the television off.

"some say I'm a Tyrant, others say I'm weak......." he looked to her, None of them have ever spoken to me, funnily enough. "So I've pondered the CIS Throne, and the CIS's 'Empire for the people in general'".

"Remember that 'Broken Chain Bill' I worked with the Civilian Congress to create?". She raised an eyebrow. "yes?....".

"Well, that little Bill is so much more important to my plan than people realize". He walked over to the window, staring out at the now almost recovered and rebuilt Capitol of the Imperium below. "You see, An SK diplomat once mocked the CIS being just another 'Imperial Dictatorship', that we weren't for the people". He paused an she gave a slightly sympathetic stare, realizing just exactly how much all of the criticism and backlash from his father had been raining down on him. "And He was true in some respect. The Imperator throne shouldn't be a hereditary image, for people to use, and to limit the people of the CIS any longer".

Her eyes immediately widened, "wait, you're not...". "I've come to realize, An empire for the people must have it's face also chosen by them, to be what suits them, what caters to their interests. The Hereditary monarchy of The CIS is a symbol of the past that needs to be changed for the better of it's future. it's time for the Hereditary Imperator Dynasty.... To end".

She gave a shocked look, "Starting November of this year, the first ever Election for the Imperator's seat will begin. The Nationalists and Imperial Parties have requested I personally be their candidate". Leonardo turned to Daniella, "I'm going to run, for the favor of the people to be their Imperator, not by some blood right. And I want you to run with me as a running mate, to be Vice Minister".

She thought about this, Leonardo walked forward a few steps as she rubbed her forhead, "What do you say Danielle.....". He extended a hand, "You with me?". She raised her head, returning the handshake. She nodded, "Sure thing, My Imperator".

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