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OP: United Human Planets
THE DAMN DIRTY SOUTH
THE STATE OF THE REGION
The sun was beginning to set in the pale Bayou Wasteland sky, and as it did it seemed to make the land even more humid than it was normally. To the east in Louisiana, the cities of the New Start Republic were begging to settle, as the many rich family took time to sit and rest, to talk to one another about their days, and most importantly, drink sweet tea and whiskey. The more humble denizens of the Republic still moved about though, as they doused fires, and moved barrels of Moonshine and boxes of Jet, getting everything set up for the next days work and trade. Across the Mississippi the people of the Confederacy did as they preferred to do, worked. Fields were tilled, cotton was harvested and seeds were planted. On both small farms and large plantations alike, the people of the Confederacy worked to keep their crops growing. To the north, The Brotherhood's officers were convening in a large tent to discuss the appearance of the Enclave in the region, and what it may mean for their operations in the Bayou Wasteland. The Enclave in turn sent scouts to view the Brotherhood base, and to see what could be seen of this hot and humid place. Along the Mississippi River soldiers from the Confederacy and the Republic shouted and cursed at one another. Traders from the Confederacy and the Republic pressed together on the docks along the river, trying to get the upper hand in selling, and making excuses to bump each other and trip one another, and all to frequently in bars, on the docks, or even back and forth between two traders boats fist fights would break out between them. Soldiers would try to break up the fights, but they didn't really care, they wanted to see the other side beaten up just as much as those throwing punches.
But too the south, a catalyst was forming. A group of boats was coming to a halt on the marshy, wet shoreline of Louisiana, from the flooded city of Nor-Leans. As they came to a halt, the people in the boats hefted slapped together pipe rifles, spears made from shredded metal, machetes, and other instruments of violence. They were dressed in strange and frightening clothing, with tattered shirts made from the skin of... something, and fish bones hanging from their hair and strange talismans and nick knacks on their belts and around their necks. They all had painted their faces white, giving them a spectral, skeletal look about them, as if they had not a fear in the world. And they didn't, they only knew that the shamans of their cult in Nor-Leans told them to kill, and so they would kill. Not far from where their boats had landed, a town was begging to get ready for sleep, neither under the flag of the New Start Republic or the Jackson Confederacy. They were vulnerable, and alone, and the Nor-Leanians knew this. They began to move inland, planning to do harm.
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