The Multiverse Affairs

[Gonswanza]

Despite her lapse in writing and her sudden disappearance, Esther Hornwright (87) has escaped to an undisclosed location and started publishing stories online. She has also taken to doing live streams once a week from an undisclosed location in which she has become labeled a Confederate-supporting conspiracy theorist, dampening her appeal to Mereticans at large and making even the most loyal fans abandon her works. During one such live stream, she brings out a detailed chart and begins sharing the following conspiracy theory:

I think that the Empire is just a totalitarian oligarchy that we've all been tricked into supporting. Just think about it for a second. We've abandoned many of our old traditions. We aren't as kind as we used to be. Like I shared in last week's stream, we attempted to rig the Galapagos's elections for Christ's sake! We're not a democracy-- we're fascist oligarchs.

Wilmington is the ringleader. The Senate is mostly made up of her cronies, the so-called Loyalists that aren't loyal to anything other than their pocketbook. Wilmington took over a little too quickly, and the Political Union sure did clamp down on welfare and healthcare spending. The minimum wage went down, wealth gaps have increased dramatically, massive tax cuts are preventing us from moving forward with our lives... I mean, what's with that? The Senator Bonteri that I voted for before the Esterton Atrocity never would have done this stuff, but she is now. She went from being a good far-left LLC voter to a fascist. That's what Bonteri is now, a fascist. None of them are decent people anymore, they do what helps them-- and what irks me the most is that the populace supports them! Surely there's got to be some secretive cabal leading this with Wilmington at the top...

"Gehehehe, sure... Keep dreaming, kid."

So says Laura Ortiz. In fact she'd likely welcome the refugees, but they'd be pushed to work in the mines to keep peace with the current rule, even if Laura was more of an ally in the shadows for Meretica and their current rule. To simply shun them would only bring about ruin, especially after the nuclear genocide that brought them closer together, somewhat.

Laura is still debating internally if she should meet with this Lakan leader, however. She's heard rumors about them, but alas, a duel would be a nice way to get out of the office without having to resort to burning the world down.

[Vikanias]

“I heard the screams of children, and then the women, and finally the men. I haven’t… been the same. The hordes have ravaged my village. Burned my crops and killed my family. They now bring the survivors and me to a place called a zoo. They say we are not real and just a joke. These foreign invaders will face judgement by golden egg. But that is not now. They call themselves humans. They shall die.”

-unknown Seal peasant, 1499

[Meretica]

Despite her lapse in writing and her sudden disappearance, Esther Hornwright (87) has escaped to an undisclosed location and started publishing stories online. She has also taken to doing live streams once a week from an undisclosed location in which she has become labeled a Confederate-supporting conspiracy theorist, dampening her appeal to Mereticans at large and making even the most loyal fans abandon her works. During one such live stream, she brings out a detailed chart and begins sharing the following conspiracy theory:

I think that the Empire is just a totalitarian oligarchy that we've all been tricked into supporting. Just think about it for a second. We've abandoned many of our old traditions. We aren't as kind as we used to be. Like I shared in last week's stream, we attempted to rig the Galapagos's elections for Christ's sake! We're not a democracy-- we're fascist oligarchs.

Wilmington is the ringleader. The Senate is mostly made up of her cronies, the so-called Loyalists that aren't loyal to anything other than their pocketbook. Wilmington took over a little too quickly, and the Political Union sure did clamp down on welfare and healthcare spending. The minimum wage went down, wealth gaps have increased dramatically, massive tax cuts are preventing us from moving forward with our lives... I mean, what's with that? The Senator Bonteri that I voted for before the Esterton Atrocity never would have done this stuff, but she is now. She went from being a good far-left LLC voter to a fascist. That's what Bonteri is now, a fascist. None of them are decent people anymore, they do what helps them-- and what irks me the most is that the populace supports them! Surely there's got to be some secretive cabal leading this with Wilmington at the top...

Sorit doesn’t hear. Of course, she could find his website. But she didn’t know of it, more, she didn’t want to know of it. If she knew the truth, there would be no turning back. Sorit wasn’t ready for that, not yet. She continued contemplating the letter. What was it, why was it sent to her, why not MoC Jordan? Was it even from the senator's staff, did the senator approve of it? She didn’t know anything anymore.

She got in her suit and pants, complete with her badge as a state department official. Complete with the letter. She put her GPS in for the Secret Service Department HQ in downtown Constitution City. She got out of her driveway, got so far as the main road. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t trust anybody else with the information. She went to McDonald's instead.

Once she got back home and ate her chicken burger, fries, and shake, she read the letter. She read again and again. What, what was it supposed to mean. What is this, why did I get it. What could she do? She couldn’t do anything, not yet. She could do one thing, one thing to save the democracy and unfold the web of lies, unfold something at least.

She got ready for a meeting with Wilmington for the second time this week. She called Wilmington to announce that she had mourned long enough and that she would offer to meet with her over the FU. Given the go-ahead, she had entered State Department Jet #3, its luxurious insides not calming her at all. She asked for tea, blackberry tea. She kept reading the novel. She kept reading the letter.

She thinks for the remaining 2 hours. Is Wilmington the good guy? Who knew if the next attack on democracy would be held in South Olpen? What if she had the power to stop it before it even began? She watched Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It was her favorite film of the ever-growing MCU. It was also oddly appropriate. Could you hold a gun to everyone’s head and call it safe?

ISC:
Wilmington, like most Mereticans, had read Hornwright's book. she knew the story-- how the main character could either save democracy or kill it. Every choice has its perks and consequences; even choosing to do nothing had its involved evils. The book had, despite its faults, saved Meretica. Hornwright had inadvertently led the greatest Olpenese leader in history to save the world all the while predicting the early death that Sorit suffered. And yet Hornwright had personally preferred doing nothing, believing that the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for war and democracy.

To a point, Hornwright had been correct in the eyes of Lady Cyr: the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for democracy.

Wilmington didn't know the full history of the Dragonheart Order; in truth, no one did. Legends were shared, of course, stories of the Order's origins: how after the reign of King Michael the First a group of loyal nationalists schemed to place a Dragonheart on the throne as eternal dictators year after year after year. And that goal stayed true, until the NWO crisis. Then it became a power struggle. Margaret Channing wanted power. A Lord had hand-picked Wilmington back in the 1990s and began to train her in the ways of the Order, and then Margaret Channing took a personal liking to Wilmington in the 2020s.

Little did Channing know that her Lieutenant would betray her so quickly. Wilmington had killed Channing and covered it up. That's how things worked in the Order. That's why she had always chosen weaker, less intelligent Lieutenants. That's why Damask had been so easy to manipulate...

Wilmington straightened her back as she walked towards the lobby, Imperial Soldiers littered around the entire Plaza Hotel. She was to meet the younger Sorit here of all places. Wilmington preferred the glamor of places like the Presidential Suite at the Mandarin Oriental in Shanghai or Royal Villa at the Grand Resort Lagonissi in Athens, but for today, this would suffice.

For today, Lady Cyr was satisfied with her options.

[South Olpen]

Sorit doesn’t hear. Of course, she could find his website. But she didn’t know of it, more, she didn’t want to know of it. If she knew the truth, there would be no turning back. Sorit wasn’t ready for that, not yet. She continued contemplating the letter. What was it, why was it sent to her, why not MoC Jordan? Was it even from the senator's staff, did the senator approve of it? She didn’t know anything anymore.

She got in her suit and pants, complete with her badge as a state department official. Complete with the letter. She put her GPS in for the Secret Service Department HQ in downtown Constitution City. She got out of her driveway, got so far as the main road. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t trust anybody else with the information. She went to McDonald's instead.

Once she got back home and ate her chicken burger, fries, and shake, she read the letter. She read again and again. What, what was it supposed to mean. What is this, why did I get it. What could she do? She couldn’t do anything, not yet. She could do one thing, one thing to save the democracy and unfold the web of lies, unfold something at least.

She got ready for a meeting with Wilmington for the second time this week. She called Wilmington to announce that she had mourned long enough and that she would offer to meet with her over the FU. Given the go-ahead, she had entered State Department Jet #3, its luxurious insides not calming her at all. She asked for tea, blackberry tea. She kept reading the novel. She kept reading the letter.

She thinks for the remaining 2 hours. Is Wilmington the good guy? Who knew if the next attack on democracy would be held in South Olpen? What if she had the power to stop it before it even began? She watched Captain America: The Winter Soldier. It was her favorite film of the ever-growing MCU. It was also oddly appropriate. Could you hold a gun to everyone’s head and call it safe?

ISC:
Wilmington, like most Mereticans, had read Hornwright's book. she knew the story-- how the main character could either save democracy or kill it. Every choice has its perks and consequences; even choosing to do nothing had its involved evils. The book had, despite its faults, saved Meretica. Hornwright had inadvertently led the greatest Olpenese leader in history to save the world all the while predicting the early death that Sorit suffered. And yet Hornwright had personally preferred doing nothing, believing that the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for war and democracy.

To a point, Hornwright had been correct in the eyes of Lady Cyr: the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for democracy.

Wilmington didn't know the full history of the Dragonheart Order; in truth, no one did. Legends were shared, of course, stories of the Order's origins: how after the reign of King Michael the First a group of loyal nationalists schemed to place a Dragonheart on the throne as eternal dictators year after year after year. And that goal stayed true, until the NWO crisis. Then it became a power struggle. Margaret Channing wanted power. A Lord had hand-picked Wilmington back in the 1990s and began to train her in the ways of the Order, and then Margaret Channing took a personal liking to Wilmington in the 2020s.

Little did Channing know that her Lieutenant would betray her so quickly. Wilmington had killed Channing and covered it up. That's how things worked in the Order. That's why she had always chosen weaker, less intelligent Lieutenants. That's why Damask had been so easy to manipulate...

Wilmington straightened her back as she walked towards the lobby, Imperial Soldiers littered around the entire Plaza Hotel. She was to meet the younger Sorit here of all places. Wilmington preferred the glamor of places like the Presidential Suite at the Mandarin Oriental in Shanghai or Royal Villa at the Grand Resort Lagonissi in Athens, but for today, this would suffice.

For today, Lady Cyr was satisfied with her options.

Sorit shakes Wilmington’s hand and says the pleasantries. With her, a 39 guards with state of the art Augs, highly unusual for a state visit to Meretica. Wilmington notices. When they get to the meeting room, Sorit places near microscopic spy ware. It was most certainly illegal to be in possession of such high grade spyware, but she had connections.

She would request that her guards stay outside. She cited that she herself had a Glock. Sorit did mean to use it, to get answers, but she didn’t have the gut. Not now at least.

[Meretica]

ISC:
Wilmington, like most Mereticans, had read Hornwright's book. she knew the story-- how the main character could either save democracy or kill it. Every choice has its perks and consequences; even choosing to do nothing had its involved evils. The book had, despite its faults, saved Meretica. Hornwright had inadvertently led the greatest Olpenese leader in history to save the world all the while predicting the early death that Sorit suffered. And yet Hornwright had personally preferred doing nothing, believing that the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for war and democracy.

To a point, Hornwright had been correct in the eyes of Lady Cyr: the risk of Olpenese lives was too great a price for democracy.

Wilmington didn't know the full history of the Dragonheart Order; in truth, no one did. Legends were shared, of course, stories of the Order's origins: how after the reign of King Michael the First a group of loyal nationalists schemed to place a Dragonheart on the throne as eternal dictators year after year after year. And that goal stayed true, until the NWO crisis. Then it became a power struggle. Margaret Channing wanted power. A Lord had hand-picked Wilmington back in the 1990s and began to train her in the ways of the Order, and then Margaret Channing took a personal liking to Wilmington in the 2020s.

Little did Channing know that her Lieutenant would betray her so quickly. Wilmington had killed Channing and covered it up. That's how things worked in the Order. That's why she had always chosen weaker, less intelligent Lieutenants. That's why Damask had been so easy to manipulate...

Wilmington straightened her back as she walked towards the lobby, Imperial Soldiers littered around the entire Plaza Hotel. She was to meet the younger Sorit here of all places. Wilmington preferred the glamor of places like the Presidential Suite at the Mandarin Oriental in Shanghai or Royal Villa at the Grand Resort Lagonissi in Athens, but for today, this would suffice.

For today, Lady Cyr was satisfied with her options.

Sorit shakes Wilmington’s hand and says the pleasantries. With her, 39 guards with state of the art Augs, highly unusual for a state visit to Meretica. Wilmington notices. When they get to the meeting room, Sorit places near-microscopic spyware. It was most certainly illegal to be in possession of such high-grade spyware, but she had connections.

She would request that her guards stay outside. She cited that she herself had a Glock. Sorit did mean to use it, to get answers, but she didn’t have the gut. Not now at least.

"It is nice to at least be meeting with you," the Empress begins. "I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your beloved dog and her little. Pets are, to some degree, family, and that makes your loss all the more tragic." Courtesy lie. The Empress hates dogs. She's a cat person: dominant, efficient, and cunning.

[South Olpen]

Sorit shakes Wilmington’s hand and says the pleasantries. With her, 39 guards with state of the art Augs, highly unusual for a state visit to Meretica. Wilmington notices. When they get to the meeting room, Sorit places near-microscopic spyware. It was most certainly illegal to be in possession of such high-grade spyware, but she had connections.

She would request that her guards stay outside. She cited that she herself had a Glock. Sorit did mean to use it, to get answers, but she didn’t have the gut. Not now at least.

"It is nice to at least be meeting with you," the Empress begins. "I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your beloved dog and her little. Pets are, to some degree, family, and that makes your loss all the more tragic." Courtesy lie. The Empress hates dogs. She's a cat person: dominant, efficient, and cunning.

She caught off guard, forgetting her lie for a moment. “Yes, it is truly a tragedy. She was so young too. Shame. But, this is an international summit, not a pitty party. So, what will South Olpens role in the FU be?”

[Meretica]

"It is nice to at least be meeting with you," the Empress begins. "I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your beloved dog and her little. Pets are, to some degree, family, and that makes your loss all the more tragic." Courtesy lie. The Empress hates dogs. She's a cat person: dominant, efficient, and cunning.

She was caught off guard, forgetting her lie for a moment. “Yes, it is truly a tragedy. She was so young too. Shame. But, this is an international summit, not a pity party. So, what will South Olpen's role in the FU be?”

"As always, South Olpen is our greatest, closest ally," the Empress says. It is typically a point that Meretica has stressed over the past several years, given the change in how "ally" has been defined and what allies had done for one another. "South Olpen is to be a fellow founder given your nation's role in PRS, the WTA, and so forth. We intend for the Founder's Caucus to primarily serve as an advisory group with a few limited powers, including services as negotiators between member nations and representatives on the international stage. I personally would feel more comfortable with South Olpen taking the lead on that front, but there are those in the Senate that disagree; I will leave that decision up to you and Minister Jordan. Ah, let's see..." The Empress paused and pretended to move through a few of her papers. She could feel a twinge in the back of her mind; her intuition flared, indicating a disturbance in the balance of the Empire. That would have to be dealt with later. "Ah, here we are... Meretica intends to submit multiple documents early on to act as the governing list of ideals for the Federation. Several Senators have considered adding in a resolution to request help in ensuring that the rebellious Confederate nobles have truly been eliminated, but I personally think that is unnecessary at this time.""

[Meretica]

ISC: After several attempts, the retired General Elphias Hopkins reaches Laka. Aged 97 years old, it's really just a miracle that he survived being confined to a crate for days with little food and water while being shipped to Laka, let alone the fact that he's fairly certain he'll be going to prison very soon...

The General turns himself in and explains what little he knows about the situation. He freely explains that he is innocent and that Wilmington is lying about the Houses attempting to overthrow the government. He also adds that he is fairly certain that other nobles are in hiding though he is unsure of where exactly they are. He also provides the officials with a copy of a message he received from a servant from the House of Organa named Soka Porter. (See a previous post regarding Soka telling all nobles to hide.)

[Costaburrito]

Costaburrito has publiclly condemned TKI for unwarranted aggression against it's country. Missile bases in the south china sea prepare to fire at the incoming TKI fleet, and a final warning to withdraw is given.
FAMINE UPDATE
In the eastern provinces, rice work has created a surplus in foodstuffs available to public, but the government has locked down on the food and doled them out through ration portions to make sure that the rice does not get eaten at once.

[GreatOceania]

The Oceanian Border and Immigration Affairs has announced that anyone who wishes to enter Oceania are required to have the following documents to enter…

-Passport
-Identify Card
-Access Permit
-Work Pass: if looking for work in Oceania
-Asylum Grant: if seeking asylum in Oceania
-Diplomatic Authorization: diplomats to leaders and other political figures are required when entering Oceania
-Certificate of Vaccine: a huge requirement

Any immigrant who does not have the required papers can be denied entry and be turned away and any immigrant caught with forged papers or contraband will be detained and questioned

[Gonswanza]

Gonswanzan exports of arms reach a new high for the month, even as Halloween closes in. Laura Ortiz is spotted outside of her office dressed in her army gala uniform, which was a rare sight, though she seemed to be directing some young ROTC visitors who had decided to pay her a visit. In turn, they marched and were even told a few stories about Laura's past in the military, including a certain few events that sadly aren't picked up by the press. Not that she wanted this exposed to the press, but some images are shared regardless, reinforcing her already high approval rating of 98%

[Laka Strolistandiler]

Initially Hopkins is interned by the Immigration Affairs Department, who, with their usual misunderstanding of situation try to resort the situation by sending in reports to their higher ups and admitting him to a mental institution, where he is also treated for his wounds- this is before the report eventually makes it’s way all the way up to the apparatchiks at Internal Affairs Ministry, who actually know about Lakan plans about the Meretican nobles and ex-servicemen, who firstly admit him to State Special Medical Institution No. 37, where the old general is further treated for his wounds and his identity is confirmed, after which “for his own safety” he is sent out to Site 131- officially a weapon station it’s an above top secret facility in which the most dangerous people (or those that the state officially claims not to exist) are kept. There, he meets someone who he, perhaps, never expected to meet again- ex-queen Lavinia, looking extremely depressed and “a shell of her former self”, working there as a guards officer. It should be noted that he was sent to Site 131 mainly because of this place being so safe that “Even The Creator Himself couldn’t escape it or stage a rebellion in here”! She would approach him in the interrogation room.
-Sgt Alexandria, pleasure to meet you sir… Hopkins?

OOC: Goswanza my reply self-deleted itself because Safari is a shitty browser, will do it again in a few hours because I’m a bit busy r/n.

[South Olpen]

She was caught off guard, forgetting her lie for a moment. “Yes, it is truly a tragedy. She was so young too. Shame. But, this is an international summit, not a pity party. So, what will South Olpen's role in the FU be?”

"As always, South Olpen is our greatest, closest ally," the Empress says. It is typically a point that Meretica has stressed over the past several years, given the change in how "ally" has been defined and what allies had done for one another. "South Olpen is to be a fellow founder given your nation's role in PRS, the WTA, and so forth. We intend for the Founder's Caucus to primarily serve as an advisory group with a few limited powers, including services as negotiators between member nations and representatives on the international stage. I personally would feel more comfortable with South Olpen taking the lead on that front, but there are those in the Senate that disagree; I will leave that decision up to you and Minister Jordan. Ah, let's see..." The Empress paused and pretended to move through a few of her papers. She could feel a twinge in the back of her mind; her intuition flared, indicating a disturbance in the balance of the Empire. That would have to be dealt with later. "Ah, here we are... Meretica intends to submit multiple documents early on to act as the governing list of ideals for the Federation. Several Senators have considered adding in a resolution to request help in ensuring that the rebellious Confederate nobles have truly been eliminated, but I personally think that is unnecessary at this time.""

“Of course. I’m sure that my government would approve of a role like that, thank you.” she began sweating, for now though it was light and unnoticeable. “I’ve been told by the SSD that we have whereabouts as too Organa. We believe he’s hiding somewhere in either the Middle East or Indian subcontinent. Of course, we can’t be sure, but I would hedge my bets with the division.” This was a lie, plain and simple.

Once the rest of the meeting ended, she headed for a church. She was atheist, but stress like this can turn anybody into a theocratic. She prayed, and prayed for a long time.

Dear good Lord. I know, I’ve stood away from you for my entire life. But I need the help of the good and all mighty Lord. As I’m sure you know, A. Organas staff sent a letter. They say that Wilmington is a hoax, the spider in a web of lies. I don’t know what to do. I tried to confront her, I did. I tried to ask her about her crimes, to bring her to justice. But, but I couldn’t. I tried to be the hero, I really really did, but I chickened out. I don’t know why. I pray to you for the strength of will to liberate our Meretican comrades.

I also come to you for guidance. Once I learned of the plot, I locked myself in my office. I thought and thought about what I should do. But one thing I couldn’t shake, what if, what if she’s right? Could she truly save her people’s lives? And if she could, is it worth it? Please help me get rid of these thoughts, and if that’s not an option at least confirm it.

Oh Heavenly Father, that above all things. I pray for the forgiveness of thy in my time of need. I pray that I can receive your guidance. I pray that I can sit with you. I repent for my sins, for everything. All of my childhood taunts, when I screamed at Ma. Oh, I forgot about her. Please lord, bless forgiveness on Ma. She wasn’t a saint, but she was good. She did what was right, I don’t know if I can.

[Meretica]

Initially Hopkins is interned by the Immigration Affairs Department, who, with their usual misunderstanding of situation try to resort the situation by sending in reports to their higher ups and admitting him to a mental institution, where he is also treated for his wounds- this is before the report eventually makes it’s way all the way up to the apparatchiks at Internal Affairs Ministry, who actually know about Lakan plans about the Meretican nobles and ex-servicemen, who firstly admit him to State Special Medical Institution No. 37, where the old general is further treated for his wounds and his identity is confirmed, after which “for his own safety” he is sent out to Site 131- officially a weapon station it’s an above top secret facility in which the most dangerous people (or those that the state officially claims not to exist) are kept. There, he meets someone who he, perhaps, never expected to meet again- ex-queen Lavinia, looking extremely depressed and “a shell of her former self”, working there as a guards officer. It should be noted that he was sent to Site 131 mainly because of this place being so safe that “Even The Creator Himself couldn’t escape it or stage a rebellion in here”! She would approach him in the interrogation room.
-Sgt Alexandria, pleasure to meet you sir… Hopkins?

OOC: Goswanza my reply self-deleted itself because Safari is a shitty browser, will do it again in a few hours because I’m a bit busy r/n.

The man nods. "Hopkins, Elphias. Born 2 August 1938, enlisted 2 August 1956. Served with honors in several foreign and domestic wars. It a pleasure to officially meet you, ma'am."

[The Military State of the Galapagos]

The Galapagos Times

Today is a bad day as many innocent civilians who only wanted freedom were viciously gunned down by the authoritarian slavers. All they wanted was freedom and what did the slavers do? They killed them they beat them down and murdered them all they wanted was the basic human right to be free and they were met with bullets and batons. It is also no surprise that they rigged the elections so they could stay in power and keep oppressing the innocent population of the Galapagos. You Galapagosians will be treated no different then the seals, you will be genocided, you will be enslaved, and you will be oppressed. Rise up Galapagos god is behind you.

[Gonswanza]

Initially Hopkins is interned by the Immigration Affairs Department, who, with their usual misunderstanding of situation try to resort the situation by sending in reports to their higher ups and admitting him to a mental institution, where he is also treated for his wounds- this is before the report eventually makes it’s way all the way up to the apparatchiks at Internal Affairs Ministry, who actually know about Lakan plans about the Meretican nobles and ex-servicemen, who firstly admit him to State Special Medical Institution No. 37, where the old general is further treated for his wounds and his identity is confirmed, after which “for his own safety” he is sent out to Site 131- officially a weapon station it’s an above top secret facility in which the most dangerous people (or those that the state officially claims not to exist) are kept. There, he meets someone who he, perhaps, never expected to meet again- ex-queen Lavinia, looking extremely depressed and “a shell of her former self”, working there as a guards officer. It should be noted that he was sent to Site 131 mainly because of this place being so safe that “Even The Creator Himself couldn’t escape it or stage a rebellion in here”! She would approach him in the interrogation room.
-Sgt Alexandria, pleasure to meet you sir… Hopkins?

OOC: Goswanza my reply self-deleted itself because Safari is a shitty browser, will do it again in a few hours because I’m a bit busy r/n.

OOC: Dude I know that feeling too well with how the forums screw up on mobile sometimes.

[GreatOceania]

Tower over Oceania enemies with your suit of armor and sword
Join the Armored Mech Corps today and become the Shining knight in armor

-A propaganda poster encouraging people to join the Armored Mech Corp and become Mech Pilots




The A-X4 and X-K5 mechs will be put into frontline service these walking beast are armored with the strongest metal TU-556-3 being confident in the metal they even tested the the mech armor capabilities by shooting it with a 40mm autocannon loaded with special Dark Matter rounds when used on regular mechs not made with the special metal it will end up as hunk of twisted scrape metal but when used on both the A-X4 and the X-K5 they shrugged them off with no signs of any damages or even dent however this isn’t the only weapon that will be fielded special made Automatic rifles and Machineguns will be used along with the newly developed ammo generators and in case they need to get personal with the enemy they use either their broadsword or their dual wrist swords or the bayonet attached to their weapons now at the moment none of them will be exported to allies of Oceania due to security and military reason but will be more common to see on the frontlines by Oceanian forces

[Laka Strolistandiler]

The man nods. "Hopkins, Elphias. Born 2 August 1938, enlisted 2 August 1956. Served with honors in several foreign and domestic wars. It a pleasure to officially meet you, ma'am."

-An honor for me to finally meet you, Sir, although, I suppose, we both would prefer this to happen in a somewhat… More civilized conditions,- Lavinia quickly looked around the room, which was your average Lakan interrogation room- partially resembling a usual police interrogation room and partially a medical office at schools,- now, we already know who you are- that’s for sure, however, allow me to explain to you, Sir why are you here. I am not allowed to disclose neither the real name of this installation neither it’s geographic location- but I can disclose the reason why you were transferred here- for your own safety. In this place, we keep people who officially do not exist at all- most of their relative’ memories have been cleaned of them, all public records concerning said person were edited or erased- essentially this is the place where the people that are the “ghosts” go. Now, you, kind Sir are a wanted man- the Empire is well after your trails and, thanks to our intelligence efforts, they’re most likely thinking that you’ve dead, hell, if they look well enough they’ll even be able to track down and find a “body” of yours we’ve grown using the tissue taken from you for “analysis” during your medical state. They won’t look for you, General. Now, why is this a good thing, you may ask? Before I answer this question, allow me to explain to you one thing- if there was anything more valuable to me than my life, my child, even my nation it is my honor. And no action of mine was as dishonorable as siding with the fascists. I’d gladly give anything I have or own to turn back this decision, and I understand that nothing will allow me to pay back to Meretica for the horrors that I’ve unleashed on your people. The least I can do is to save as many of these that have suffered from my actions as I can- uttered the former queen, with her voice becoming more and more emotional with each word,- and for this we need your help. I’m not asking you to provide us with Meretican nuclear silos positions, I’m not asking you to direct our bombers around your AAA- for this would be a treacherous action against your people, and I’d rather kill Alexandria in a duel than let her take this path. Instead, what I’m asking you to do is to help us find the remaining Organa family. We believe that they currently reside in Galapagos- and they’ll definitely be safer here. Please, sir…- Alexandria said, with her words full of sorrow,- help us find them…

OOC: AAAAND Lavinia is going on emotional rollercoaster instead of actually interrogating the man- foiled again what a bit of bad luck…

[Meretica]

The man nods. "Hopkins, Elphias. Born 2 August 1938, enlisted 2 August 1956. Served with honors in several foreign and domestic wars. It's a pleasure to officially meet you, ma'am."

-An honor for me to finally meet you, Sir, although, I suppose, we both would prefer this to happen in a somewhat… More civilized conditions,- Lavinia quickly looked around the room, which was your average Lakan interrogation room- partially resembling a usual police interrogation room and partially a medical office at schools,- now, we already know who you are- that’s for sure, however, allow me to explain to you, Sir why are you here. I am not allowed to disclose either the real name of this installation neither its geographic location- but I can disclose the reason why you were transferred here- for your safety. In this place, we keep people who officially do not exist at all most of their relatives’ memories have been cleaned of them, all public records concerning said person were edited or erased- essentially this is the place where the people that are the “ghosts” go. Now, you, kind Sir are a wanted man- the Empire is well after your trials and, thanks to our intelligence efforts, they’re most likely thinking that you're dead, hell, if they look well enough they’ll even be able to track down and find a “body” of yours we’ve grown using the tissue taken from you for “analysis” during your medical state. They won’t look for you, General. Now, why is this a good thing, you may ask? Before I answer this question, allow me to explain to you one thing- if there was anything more valuable to me than my life, my child, even my nation it is my honor. And no action of mine was as dishonorable as siding with the fascists. I’d gladly give anything I have or own to turn back this decision, and I understand that nothing will allow me to pay back to Meretica for the horrors that I’ve unleashed on your people. The least I can do is to save as many of these that have suffered from my actions as I can- uttered the former queen, with her voice becoming more and more emotional with each word,- and for this, we need your help. I’m not asking you to provide us with Meretican nuclear silos positions, I’m not asking you to direct our bombers around your AAA- for this would be a treacherous action against your people, and I’d rather kill Alexandria in a duel than let her take this path. Instead, what I’m asking you to do is to help us find the remaining Organa family. We believe that they currently reside in Galapagos- and they’ll be safer here. Please, sir…- Alexandria said, with her words full of sorrow,- help us find them…

OOC: AAAAND Lavinia is going on an emotional rollercoaster instead of interrogating the man- foiled again what a bit of bad luck…

Hopkins nodded slowly. "Albus, as you know, died some time ago. But two of his grandkids are alive and well. That servant of theirs... Soka Porter... he's taking care of them. But it wouldn't surprise me if he's fooled the Empire, at least for now." The old man stopped speaking as a coughing fit took over him. "Excuse me for my outburst... as I was saying, the grandkids are in the Galapagos-- in the capital, no less. But beyond that, I know nothing that can be of use regarding the Organa Family. However, I, like you, value honor. I may be old, brittle, and tired, but I'm like a tough piece of jerky: you can't chew me up very easily. The Empire has proven itself dishonorable. There are some things that I will not reveal, but if Laka should choose to publicly intervene, or if another nation does and need assistance, I openly offer it. My loyalty is to my homeland above all else. I will do what is necessary to protect it."

[Meretica]

ISC: Meretica discovers the "body" of General Hopkins and removes him from their search list. Now, Esther Hornwright is Public Enemy #1 of the Order; she is a rogue variable that must be removed.

[The Military State of the Galapagos]

The man nods. "Hopkins, Elphias. Born 2 August 1938, enlisted 2 August 1956. Served with honors in several foreign and domestic wars. It a pleasure to officially meet you, ma'am."

-An honor for me to finally meet you, Sir, although, I suppose, we both would prefer this to happen in a somewhat… More civilized conditions,- Lavinia quickly looked around the room, which was your average Lakan interrogation room- partially resembling a usual police interrogation room and partially a medical office at schools,- now, we already know who you are- that’s for sure, however, allow me to explain to you, Sir why are you here. I am not allowed to disclose neither the real name of this installation neither it’s geographic location- but I can disclose the reason why you were transferred here- for your own safety. In this place, we keep people who officially do not exist at all- most of their relative’ memories have been cleaned of them, all public records concerning said person were edited or erased- essentially this is the place where the people that are the “ghosts” go. Now, you, kind Sir are a wanted man- the Empire is well after your trails and, thanks to our intelligence efforts, they’re most likely thinking that you’ve dead, hell, if they look well enough they’ll even be able to track down and find a “body” of yours we’ve grown using the tissue taken from you for “analysis” during your medical state. They won’t look for you, General. Now, why is this a good thing, you may ask? Before I answer this question, allow me to explain to you one thing- if there was anything more valuable to me than my life, my child, even my nation it is my honor. And no action of mine was as dishonorable as siding with the fascists. I’d gladly give anything I have or own to turn back this decision, and I understand that nothing will allow me to pay back to Meretica for the horrors that I’ve unleashed on your people. The least I can do is to save as many of these that have suffered from my actions as I can- uttered the former queen, with her voice becoming more and more emotional with each word,- and for this we need your help. I’m not asking you to provide us with Meretican nuclear silos positions, I’m not asking you to direct our bombers around your AAA- for this would be a treacherous action against your people, and I’d rather kill Alexandria in a duel than let her take this path. Instead, what I’m asking you to do is to help us find the remaining Organa family. We believe that they currently reside in Galapagos- and they’ll definitely be safer here. Please, sir…- Alexandria said, with her words full of sorrow,- help us find them…

OOC: AAAAND Lavinia is going on emotional rollercoaster instead of actually interrogating the man- foiled again what a bit of bad luck…

Who’s in my country?

[Meretica]

-An honor for me to finally meet you, Sir, although, I suppose, we both would prefer this to happen in a somewhat… More civilized conditions,- Lavinia quickly looked around the room, which was your average Lakan interrogation room- partially resembling a usual police interrogation room and partially a medical office at schools,- now, we already know who you are- that’s for sure, however, allow me to explain to you, Sir why are you here. I am not allowed to disclose neither the real name of this installation neither it’s geographic location- but I can disclose the reason why you were transferred here- for your own safety. In this place, we keep people who officially do not exist at all- most of their relative’ memories have been cleaned of them, all public records concerning said person were edited or erased- essentially this is the place where the people that are the “ghosts” go. Now, you, kind Sir are a wanted man- the Empire is well after your trails and, thanks to our intelligence efforts, they’re most likely thinking that you’ve dead, hell, if they look well enough they’ll even be able to track down and find a “body” of yours we’ve grown using the tissue taken from you for “analysis” during your medical state. They won’t look for you, General. Now, why is this a good thing, you may ask? Before I answer this question, allow me to explain to you one thing- if there was anything more valuable to me than my life, my child, even my nation it is my honor. And no action of mine was as dishonorable as siding with the fascists. I’d gladly give anything I have or own to turn back this decision, and I understand that nothing will allow me to pay back to Meretica for the horrors that I’ve unleashed on your people. The least I can do is to save as many of these that have suffered from my actions as I can- uttered the former queen, with her voice becoming more and more emotional with each word,- and for this we need your help. I’m not asking you to provide us with Meretican nuclear silos positions, I’m not asking you to direct our bombers around your AAA- for this would be a treacherous action against your people, and I’d rather kill Alexandria in a duel than let her take this path. Instead, what I’m asking you to do is to help us find the remaining Organa family. We believe that they currently reside in Galapagos- and they’ll definitely be safer here. Please, sir…- Alexandria said, with her words full of sorrow,- help us find them…

OOC: AAAAND Lavinia is going on emotional rollercoaster instead of actually interrogating the man- foiled again what a bit of bad luck…

Who’s in my country?

OOC: Three Meretican immigrants, and no, you can't kill them.

[The Military State of the Galapagos]

Who’s in my country?

OOC: Three Meretican immigrants, and no, you can't kill them.

OOC: Meh we are currently against the SM and SO civilians so we probably wouldn’t have killed them but it is still a bummer

[South Olpen]

With guidance from the Lord, Sorit decides what she must do. She inquired about a photo saber which is granted, making her the first Olpenese wielded. Using her minimal saber experience, she begins training. After 18 hours of intense training, she is good enough to accurately stab a dummy in the eye. She accesses a novelty home reactor and uses that as a battery.

She takes State Department Jet #2 and flys to Esterton, using a diplomatic pouch to conceal the saber. She calls Wilmington and asks for an unscheduled meeting regarding the GLA threat, if possible in her private home or office. This odd request is covered up by labeling it as secretive information. If this goes wrong and Organa was a lier, she might very well get execution if Wilmington has cameras in her house.

[Meretica]

With guidance from the Lord, Sorit decides what she must do. She inquired about a photo saber which is granted, making her the first Olpenese wielded. Using her minimal saber experience, she begins training. After 18 hours of intense training, she is good enough to accurately stab a dummy in the eye. She accesses a novelty home reactor and uses that as a battery.

She takes State Department Jet #2 and flies to Esterton, using a diplomatic pouch to conceal the saber. She calls Wilmington and asks for an unscheduled meeting regarding the GLA threat, if possible in her private home or office. This odd request is covered up by labeling it as secretive information. If this goes wrong and Organa was a liar, she might very well get execution if Wilmington has cameras in her house.

OOC: I'll pretend you said NYC :P

IC: Wilmington agrees to meet with Sorit almost immediately. There is no hesitation. Luckily for Sorit, Wilming does not keep cameras nor microphones in her home-- that would cause issues, as Wilmington is notorious for keeping her private life... well, private.