Pandemic! [Open]

by **Eitoan** » Tue Mar 24, 2020 11:52 am

Stickney General Hospital South
Emergency Room Section B
3:32 PM

The patient in bay 173 had been prepped, vital signs taken, bloodwork sent out, and was coughing heavily, attended to by his wife and second oldest daughter. He seized up occasionally, freezing afterward briefly, and reposed. Occasional flecks of spittle accompanied the cough, and the nurses and techs attending him had kept a respectful distance and wasted little time with small talk. A physicians assistant, around 50 with greying hair and stocky build peeked through the curtain, then walked in to the bay, followed by young, thin David Callendar, M.D., performing initial assessment of the patient. The family looked shocked. Was he a real doctor, or an intern, or a medical school student. Resigned, the patient's wife walked over to talk to the young man.

"He's been like this for about 6 days. Always hacking. And in the last couple days, these spasms. So I brought him in".

"I see" said Dr. Callendar. "Please, one moment, let me go over these notes".

Callendar brought up the intake results on his tablet. Clicked on the blood work tab. Clicked on Greatest Likelihood Analysis results. He turned to the wife.

"Is he a smoker? Has he changed cigarette brands lately, say in the last month?"

"He smokes occasionally, let's say, under a pack a day. Always Bulls Eye. Won't have any other brand".

"Good choice, Bulls Eye. Popular here at Stickney General South. Especially with surgeons. A surgeon's got to have steady nerves".

"I hear that!"

"Now, about your husband, has he been acting, shall we say differently the last few days? Crankier? Maybe some confusion?"

"Well, he's normally cranky. Work on the loading dock. Frustrating. But yes, he's been hard to talk to, and really short with the kids. It's never been easy raising 7 kids on his wages, but he'll fly off the handle a lot more. Especially the last couple of days."

"I see."

Callendar reviewed the file on the tablet again.

"Ma'am, a word with you. Outside, if you will"

The two stepped out of the bay, a few steps away to the nursing station.

"Look, I don't want to scare you, but this looks a match to KN755-B1."

"KN755-B1?"

"KN755-B1. The Panooly Virus."

The woman's face melted at the news. She began sobbing softly. "How bad is it? I've heard terrible things about it, but that was all overseas. What's going to happen?"

Summoning his best bedside manner, Callendar spoke in low, soft tones "We're going to send him over to Pulmonary for further assessment. They can start him on a course of anti-inflammatories. And they'll do further testing, to double verify that is what he has. And - this is going to be hard - he is going to be in some isolation. Believe me, he's in the best of hands at Stickney General. And, of course, we'll keep in touch with you every step of the way."

"Isolation? But when can we see him? Shouldn't he be sent to a specialty hospital?". The woman was close to panic.

"He'll be transferred to a secondary treatment facility, if the Pulmonary staff decides it's best. Those secondaries are not a magic wand, though. It's very likely that we have to capacity to treat him here, even if it is KN755-B1 definitively".

Callendar saw the woman back to Bay 173, and chatted further with the tech and the patient's daughter, delivering the news as gently as possible. He then turned to the patient who was groggy, staring off into the distance, uncomprehending.

"Sir, we're going to send you over to Pulmonary Medicine. They're going to start you on a course of meds, and order further tests. This is best. You just rest easy now".

The patient registered no comprehension. The tech stayed with the family. Callendar went off to the nursing station to arrange the transfer.

Stickney General Hospital South
Pulmonary Ward
7:48 PM

Keegan Botwink M.D. finished her coffee and continued her review of cases for the evening shift. It had been a quiet day in Pulmonary, and most reports were routine. Except for the patient in room 49-C, nothing out of the ordinary. That one was troubling. Pathology results looked bad. Signs pointed to rapid deterioration of breathing functions over the last 3 days. 49-C was marked for extreme caution, and cleaning crews had been in the room and the corridor regularly since transfer from the ER. Capacity in the ward was not a problem, at least it wasn't until the patient was admitted to 49-C. The floor was mostly a mix of those headed to or recovering from bronchial surgery and soldiers returning from occupation duty in Free Ralkovia. Those Zhivagos. The damn, deadly Zhivagos. Bad enough what they could do to your lungs, and now even worse with the RalkReich counterfeiting them. She'd seen enough of the results of those coffin nails.

Keegan went over to the main control station, and chatted with the shift head nurse. No, it didn't look good for 49-C. a problem like KN755-B1 could play havoc with the other patients in the ward, let alone the medical staff. Notice of the latest test results from virology flashed on her tablet. "Isolation of patient now required" came up on the screen. She broke off the discussion with the nurse and put in a video call to Dr. Robert Greenstone, Chief of Pulmonary Medicine at Stickney General South".

Greenstone was at dinner, hosting friends before their weekly poker game. Resting his cigar next to his martini, he answered.

"Yes Keegan, what is it?"

"Our patient in 49-C. Transferred from Emergency this afternoon - he's going to have to be transferred to Isolation. I thought you should know sir, KN755-B1. This is, I believe, the second to go to isolation for KN755-B1."

"So, get on with it. Doesn't seem to need further testing. Get him out of there and on the way! Really, you shouldn't have..."

Botwink cut him off. "Dr. Greenstone - this puts us at high alert code yellow for quarantine status. Really, I think you should review the cases. Here - I'll transfer the analysis to you. But this is the second at Stickney General South. The warning is - we're going to go to quarantine. You've got to review and sign off".

Greenstone thought for a moment, then got back to Botwink. "Ah, yes. Transfer 49-C immediately. I will look at the results for both cases, and then notify Isolation if I need to throw the switch. Anything else, Keegan?"

"No sir. Thank you."

"Thank you for the heads up Keegan."

Residence of Calleen Briseis M.D.
Emergency Response Officer, Stickney General Hospital South
9:59 PM

Calleen had put their youngest daughter to bed, and was looking forward to a relaxing evening with her husband watching the ever popular Kelso P.D when her ringtone indicated trouble at work. She walked over to her office, shut the door and took the call.

"Yes - what?"

The voice on the other end was the Emergency Situation Shift Officer at the hospital. "We're going to Quarantine Level 1. Need your confirmation. Access the supporting documentation attached to the incoming note and indicate approval. ASAP. Please".

"Yes. I will".

She ended the call and immediately accessed the top priority message, highlighted in red. All the criteria for going to QL1 was there - autofilled from test results, Pulmonary analysis, and the isolation ward intake. Reading through to the end, she found the option to put the hospital to he maximum security level. The first one in Eitoan, to her knowledge. She clicked assent, then turned to her emergency laptop. The Initial Protocol for QL1 appeared. It was going to be a long night.

Back at Stickney General South corridors along the transit paths to Isolation were closed, and first line and backup sanitation crews dispatched to scrub down the routes. Security, both hospital and Stickney Police were mustered to review QL1 procedures and establish checkpoints. The hospital director was notified, and appeared in short order for a chat with her. A slight bead of sweat appeared on her brow.

But this was her duty.

by **The Macabees** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 11:05 am

Fedorograd, Satrapy of Pezlevko-Rubino
Follows from UWO's post, here.

"Absolutely not," said the Macabéan soldier, who was visibly restless. "We have thousands of wounded soldiers we're treating, there's no room for civilian sick here. Besides, I will not put the health of my men at risk by exposing them to the virus. These men need to be treated, bandaged, and sent back to their units."

The other person, a woman who looked of Krasnovan decent, raised her hands as if to plead with the imperial officer. "General Pendaris, our hospitals and healthcare facilities are also full. The virus is spreading faster than anticipated, we hardly have the tests or equipment to adequately treat these people. Only the imperial military has the resources to help."

"What resources?" scoffed the general. "Hell, we don't even know if we'll be getting supplies by sea soon."

"General," continued the woman, "this virus will become a military problem. We're talking about hundreds of thousands of sick, thousands of dead. What will that do to morale? What will that do to the faith our people have in the Golden Throne as a protector? Don't forget, Pezlevko-Rubino is a vassal, are we not the empire's responsibility?"

The general snorted. "There are millions of Ordenite soldiers on our doorstep and their armies have occupied frontierlands that belong to the Golden Throne. I must respect our priorities, Councilwoman Vadimovna."

Her shoulders deflated. But, before she turned away in defeat, the general added, "But, you are right that a policy to combat the virus is necessary. I, unfortunately, command only the medical staff here at Fedorograd and at the field hospitals throughout the satrapy. I will pass on our discussion to satrapical command. However, I recommend that you take this to your people and work independently to develop a strategy to combat KN755-B1. And my recommendation, as a doctor, is that you shut people in their homes, prohibit gatherings and unnecessary movement, and do all that needs to be done to prevent and restrict the further spread. In the meantime, I will see if we can get more test kits and I will make a percentage of these available to civilian healthcare providers. Understood?"

"Thank you, general," said the councilwoman. "Thank you."

The notion of a lockdown must have had some appeal to it, for it was passed by decree of the Pezlevko-Rubino Duma within days of the conversation between Councilwoman Vadimovna and General Pendaris. Although applying to the Kysetians, the law was formally accepted by the internal Kysetian leadership — with some pressure from the imperial military —, and soon the little civilian movement there was, given the ongoing war, dwindled to almost none.

Of course, the Kysetians could not be spared. Their forces were crucial for the war effort and as such they continued to filtrate over, or increasingly under, the no-man's land of the war-torn frontierzone.

Fedala, Imperial Province
Follows from UAIE's post, here.

Any help was welcomed in these trying times, and so a response was sent to the United Israeli-American government,

______
"To whom it may concern,

We thank the government of the United Israeli-American Empire for their generosity during these dangerous times. The KN755-B1 virus is spreading faster than it can be contained, having already affected people at all corners of the empire and having reached too many foreign shores.

The Golden Throne would welcome an Israeli-Americal medical team to assist in the development of a vaccine, should the United Israeli-American government should wish.

Respectfully,

Kríerlord Daryl Novelle"
______

Novelle put the final touches on the letter and gave it to a staff member who came to his office. When the person left, he tucked his head into his sleeve and coughed, dryly.

Monte del Pastor, Territory of Nuevo León
Follows from Eothasia's post, here.

The two officers looked at each other curiously after Carina had made her demands.

It was Leutnant Lokus who spoke first, "Very well, Ms. Pelaéz, have it your way. Your man — Mr. Goyo, is it? — can come with us. However, he must listen to my command. Should he put our operation at risk or conduct himself in a way that is opposite of the goals of this mission, I will eliminate him myself. That is not a threat, Ms. Pelaéz. That is a promise."

Clearing his throat, the koronel said, "This will be a dangerous mission, let there be no doubt about that. You are penetrating lawless jungle and meeting with guerrillas. But, you will be in safe hands. Apart from Leutnant Lokus and your man, Mr. Goyo, you will be surrounded by another six elite soldiers. These have been recruited from the Satrapy of Nicaro, they speak the local language, and form part of 'Rey del Manzanar,' a crack unit of regulíes. Having fought in Barjaanistan, I assure you that these men have fought in the toughest of circumstances and they know this kind of enemy, the guerrilla, very well. Your safety cannot be guaranteed, but this is the next best thing."

"What say you?" followed the leutnant, looking at Carina. "If you agree, we leave tomorrow morning. We will have someone escort you to your camp so you can collect whatever you may need. I recommend you travel light. The vehicle will bring you and Mr. Goyo back tonight. You will sleep here, we depart early — 0400 hours."

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:51 pm

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Emma had enjoyed a year of stability as one of the youngest Investment Implementation Analysts in the Bank of Yohannes.

It took her almost five years to secure the job. As a junior analyst on the International Asset Accumulation and Investment Banking desk, she was responsible for research and idea generation, contributing to the bank’s active foreign investment strategy and giving her grumpy old boss, Theobald, the information he’d need to make important asset allocation and currency decisions across different funds. Last week, she had contributed to the bank’s decision to allocate some available capital to the Glass Oasis and Nikoland, and she was proud of it.

“Never invest in a business you can-
not understand.” —Warren Buffett

Emma had just broken up with her boyfriend of several months. Ignoring his phone calls this morning was hard, but he’d made the call by cheating on her, and anyway, she was in no mood to listen to his lame-ass excuse. She learned that the person he had slept with was a prissy bartender from the posh suburb of Stade. Emma had finally found her Facebook profile yesterday, after being tormented by the thought of her boyfriend’s disloyalty, on one of their mutual friends’ Friends List. She laughed and cried at the same time—laughing at herself for being silly enough to go steady with him in the first place, and crying at the life she would never have with him now.

In a way she had buried herself in work because she refused to face the reality: they would mean nothing now, the timeless snuggles she’d had with him, and the countless hours they had spent together volunteering at the local church; but worst of all, she knew she would never see his adorable little cousin again.

As a twenty-six-year-old junior analyst in such a big bank, Emma was still considered fair game by every fat banker and many fund managers. Last week, she had pretended not to know a thing or two about portfolio investment entity tax rebates; and she’d asked a superannuation fund manager—a bald pudgy man, probably in his fifties—about the ideal prescribed investor rate. This morning, she received a heartwarming e-mail, telling her of the great personal rate of return she’d be able to give to her clients by reallocating some units in one of her funds to this—well, supposedly great—aggressive fund settings of his. Just as she had expected. Emma was furious. Did he really think she was that dumb? She wanted to send a harsh e-mail to embarrass him, so that he would never, ever underestimate her again.

But she had more pressing concerns right now.

Over the last two months Emma had seen great investment returns for her newly managed funds. New national fixed interest securities and bond investment was going up nearly twice as fast as the previous forecast, while her latest international infrastructure fund posted a monthly return after charges of almost four per cent—easily beating some diversified funds in the aggressive growth category! She could see some common patterns among them—they invested in the growth of state-backed core infrastructure companies, with low exposure to commodity and volume risks, in politically stable countries. She could name a few by looking at the Financial Market list: Southern Cayman and Democratu, to name just two.

Emma regretted her decision last night.

While browsing her laptop she could have bought more units at today’s early trading price, advertised on the Ground Floor’s overhead board. In the nearby Breakfast café this morning her older co-workers had goaded her, pointing at the board, repeatedly. She could still hear their words. “What? Oh, look at you darling—it’s all right, I know you’re still young and it’s still early learning.” How patronising. On the way back to her office, before, Emma was fuming, and people were staring at her, wondering why this young lady was talking to herself, red-faced; whereupon she would glare back at them, as if to say, mind your own business.

Someone opened the door behind, interrupting her thoughts.

“May I speak with you for just a moment, Emma?”

She turned. Of course—it was Theobald. What was her boss doing here around this time? It was almost dinner time, for God’s sake. Go home and see your grandchildren, old man!

“Yes,” Emma said, politely. “Just a minute—I need to adjust the following investment fund and confirm that I have received the requests of our clients by e-mail.”

“No need to worry about that,” Theobald said tersely and took out his smart phone. “We have more pressing problems to look at, now.”

Imperial Majapahit wrote:Good day, citizens of Majapahit. I hope you are safe and healthy, wherever you may be.

I have been monitoring the news for updates regarding the KN755-B1 outbreak from time to time, constantly advising the Imperial government to take the necessary precautionary measures to prevent the spread of the virus strain here in our beloved Empire. Therefore, I would like to assure you that every decision made by the Imperial and regional governments shall hopefully be the most effective in handling this disheartening outbreak. I would also like to emphasise that a lockdown is currently not necessary and that the government is not currently planning to enact that decision.

“I would like to advise each and every one of you to take extra care of yourselves.” Theobald looked at Emma, while repeating what he read online. “According to the official instructions released by the Health Ministry …”

Emma looked at her opened laptop, then she looked back at Theobald’s face—he was looking at her, expectantly—and finally, she turned her attention back to her laptop. The International Infrastructure Fund account page was still open and left unmodified; and her draft, unfinished.

In the Year of Our Lord

Dear Investor,

Divestment intention—staggered sell-down of stock ownership in Bala Mantre’s precious metals refiners and suppliers

Last month, the Bank of Yohannes announced its intention, subject to a majority “Yes” vote by shareholders and regulatory approvals by the Economic Palace, to sell its interest in the precious metals refiners, fabricators, casters and suppliers of His Mantrean Majesty’s Government over the next five to eight years to the Central Provident Fund of the Nineteen Countries. From a contractual, accounting and regulatory point of view, this move will permit the Bank of Yohannes to deconsolidate its existing joint ventures with His Mantrean Majesty’s business enterprise.

Yours sincerely,

Investment Board Administrators
The Governor and Company of the Bank of Yohannes

Telephone 585 5 338 1717Facsimile 585 5 338 1417Email service@boyinvestments.co.yo
Private Bag 15140, Parliament Square’s National Bank Buildings, Royal Alexandria 1008, Kingdom of Alexandria, The Yohannesian Realm.

Emma said, “Yes, Gramp, I know what to do next.”

Theobald frowned, as though her jest was done at an inappropriate time. “I swear on all that is holy, young lady, if you don’t get our money out of that godforsaken warring region—Dienstad, Dienstadi? Whatever—someone is going to lose their job tomorrow morning!”

Emma bristled. She did not like to be referred to as a “young lady.” But if she argued, her boss would go on his usual fit of rage; so she bit her tongue and replied quietly. “My apologies, I will cancel the divestment call in the slave-trading Mantrean gold exporting company, and rewrite the draft for a general divestment of our existing—small, might I say, assets—in possibly affected Dienstadi countries instead.”

“What are they?” Theobald interrupted, waving his hand exasperatedly. “The numerous companies of Lyran Arms in their host Dienstadi countries? We should have a few thousand shares there, because of our past investment policy in VMK, as I recall. Affected countries, affected businesses, get our money—get ’em out of there. What about that country condemned by the World Assembly, Ralkovia, Eito—”

Emma shook her head. Sometimes the old man was wrong. “Just a little of that leftover from the past,” she said, rolling her eyes. Someone was getting more senile by the day.

But wait.

An idea was forming in Emma’s mind.

by **United World Order** » Fri Mar 27, 2020 1:44 pm

Chernaya region, Reichsgau Krasnova.
Day 30

It had been almost three weeks since the first cases were documented by local doctors and doctors working in the various Labor camps near the front line. Dozens of Kysetians who had been captured in the prolonged fighting along the frontier with Chernaya were infected with at first a virus that most passed off as nothing serious. However as the weeks went on the cases began to multiply rapidly among laborers in a local labor camp and even among the civilian population. Most of the original hosts had already succumbed to the deadly virus which had been identified by SS doctors as a strain of KN755, a deadly virus from Holy Panooly that saw the deaths of tens of millions of Pianol people in the past. The Kysetian hosts that carried the virus with them across the frontier and into the outlying rural communities and villages unknowingly spread it to much of the locals with entire villages and towns suffering the virus's wrath. Local doctors were overwhelmed and as the cases multiplied many who could not be treated were sent off to more larger towns in which inadvertently spread the virus to even more people. It wasn't long before arriving Ordenite soldiers who were to assist in the engagements along the frontier were also beginning to become exposed to the virus from which the Heer High Command began issuing orders to combat it's further spread to active duty personnel. Whole communities along the frontier which were currently occupied by Ordenite soldiers were completely locked down and it's residents told to shelter in place in definitely. Local hospitals that were overfull were ordered to accept no further patients and that those deemed too far gone due to the virus were to be killed and their bodies taken for cremation.

One of several labor camps in the region which was no more than 38km from the frontier was also suffering an outbreak of the virus after the admittance of several captured Kysetian fighters. Hundreds of laborers in the camp were killed upon the camp's doctors confirming they were infected with the virus along with the Kysetians who had spread it in the first place. Their bodies would be cremated and their ashes discarded as camp personnel were to take measures to prevent further outbreaks from occurring in their facilities. Despite these efforts the virus was continuing to spread further throughout the Chernaya region and even towards the eastern half of the island, which in it's current war torn state was susceptible to these sorts of pandemics.

by **Eothasia** » Fri Mar 27, 2020 9:51 pm

^{Follows from Macabee's post here}

by **Humanilitas** » Sat Mar 28, 2020 2:52 am

INTERNATIONAL ANNOUNCEMENT

Due to the ongoing pandemic, all travelers arriving at Saint Vincent International Airport (SVIA) will be quarantined for 14 days. Any travelers showing symptoms in line with the current list provided by global health bodies will be screened and may be held longer if they test positive for the virus. The Humanilitasian Department of Health will provide any and all care that patients may need free of charge, regardless of citizenship.

Any travelers planning on visiting Humanilitas should take note of this updated policy. The same is true for returning citizens. Anyone who refuses to cooperate with quarantine protocols may be detained by local law enforcement with the appropriate level of force needed to protect the general population from being exposed to the virus. All aforementioned policies will be applied indefinitely until the pandemic ends.

God bless our nation.

Signed,
Jake Ligero — President of Humanilitas

by **The Macabees** » Sat Mar 28, 2020 7:05 pm

TL;DR

Joao Bagamba, Satrap of Holy Panooly dies.
2,000+ known cases in the city of Macabea now.
Major shock to equity (stock) markets in the empire.
Banks starting to tighten credit.
Kríerlord Daryl Novelle dies.

Panooly City, Satrapy of Holy Panooly

"Joao has passed," said the doctor, solemnly.

On one end of a line of people standing around him, the wife fell to the ground in tears as she screamed his name as if trying to desperately reach him still somehow. The four men with her were visibly shaken. Director of Justice Hamisi Leitão, dropped down to console her. None of them had thought this would, or even could, ever happen. How could Joao Bagamba, the kgosi who had stormed the 'whitie' defenses at Gualumpeiron during the rebellion and the satrap who had led his nation during its darkest hour, die? This was the same man who had stood at the same height as the empire, leading his people during the war against the murderous Fourth Reich. And he had led them in the subsequent years, when murderous white nationalist death squads prowled a war-torn country all the way to its very capital. How could this man die? But, he had.

The Director of Commerce, Grabriel Kitu, spoke finally. "Oh, Joao. We are lost. We are lost, indeed."

Kitu had been with Bagamba through everything since the latter had been the Director of Justice. Those were early, dark days, when the country was split in two. The Reich ruled in the south, where forty-five million indigenous Panoolies died in the thousands of Ordenite-built death and labor camps. In the north, the empire had arrived as a savior, but they were seen as a conqueror. As if admitting to this truth, the emperor elevated a known killer as satrap. Jax 'Bloodlust' Carragher, the Butcher of Cartouma, had directly contributed to the deaths of at least seventy thousand indigenous Panoolies during the dictatorship of Dominic Templeton, and it under his rule that 'coloreds' like Bagamba and Kitu began their political career.

Oh, how sweet it had been to see Carragher face the firing squad. How joyous it was to see Joao Bagamba rise to rule Holy Panooly. Despite the difficult times, like when Panooly City was on the verge of encirclement by the Ordenite Wehrmacht during the War of Panooly Reunification, it had been the pinnacle of his pride for Kitu to have served with a warrior such as Bagamba. He had been more than a warrior, in fact. Joao was a just man who never wavered from his values.

The satrap was an idol of his people. Bagamba was a role model, a man to follow. Under his rule, and after more than four years of conflict and decades of racial oppression, Holy Panooly was finally starting to see a semblance of hope. The violence under the Hakara Hunters had reached a peak and their containment had started. So much progress had been achieved.

That progress was now lost.

Macabea, Province of Díenstad

The international reaction of closing borders and restricting movement was making its effects felt on the commercial hub of Macabea, second in the empire to only the great port of Targul Frumos in the south. Commercial activity had already fallen dramatically as a result of renewed war with the Reich over Krasnova. But, whatever trade and shipbuilding the people of the old capital had had to survive on was now whittling away even further. Fewer ships were docking every day, and there was less work to go along with this decline.

Macabea was the heart of the empire. It had been the capital of the Kingdom of Macabea, over which Fedor's predecessors had governed as kings. While Jonak I had moved the capital to Fedala upon the rebirth of the Golden Throne, Macabea remained the cultural center of the elites who still formed the core of the Imperial Bureaucracy. To see it in pain, like it was now, could not go without inspiring action.

The surplus of labor had been abetted somewhat by growing demand in the need to repair military ships damaged in the concurrent conflict with the Reich. Almost three thousand ships were stationed within the city's habor or without, spread out in defense of the Díenstadi peninsula and the northeastern coastline of the mainland Golden Throne. Their repair and resupply required a mobilization in manpower, soaking up the unemployed. Now that commerce was plummeting to even more harrowing depths, most of the civilian port was repurposed for military needs as most as possible. The Kríermada drew from those who knew these facilities best, those who suffered the most from the decline in trade.

Necessity caused by the war also made it more difficult to order the city's citizens to remain indoors or restrict their movement, although they were subjected to controls and tests as much as all others in the provinces. Still, tens of thousands, if not over a hundred thousand, people transited to work in the harbor and surrounding facilities every morning and every evening.

Hundreds of thousands operated the restaurants, bars, grocery and liquor stores, and all other businesses that catered to the workers. There were banks, clearinghouses, and their unions that needed to be operated. Economic life in the city was very much alive despite the paucity of merchant cargo ships that entered the harbor these days.

All of this made for a population among which a disease like KN755-B1 could run rampant.

And rampant it did, as within a month of the original discovery of the virus there were over four thousand cases in the city and this was on a trajectory to double within three days.

Beda Fromm, Province of Beda Fromm

Beda Fromm was host to one of the first announced cases in the mainland empire. Now there were almost ten thousand known infected, perhaps more. Testing was ubiquitous and mandatory, but the spread was difficult to contain when so many of the carriers did not show symptoms at all. The great western city was on the verge of being overwhelmed.

There was panic, driving people to stockpile on all sorts of goods, like toilet paper, canned food, and other essentials. While the provincial and imperial governments had adamantly stated their intention to maintain freedom of movement, with the exception of the frequent roadblocks and security stations built to test en masse, news of international reactions had done their part to drive fear in the peoples' hearts. Believing that their government would soon follow the example of much of the rest of the world, they even began to clear the shelves of their local gun stores, buying weapons for the unlikely world of chaos that they thought was coming.

The morning of Holy Panooly's greatest sorrow, the Gasau-Noos Index, the most important equity market this side of the empire, opened just like any other day. It was slightly depressed, but this trend was more stagnant than dynamic, being a product of the war with the Reich and the rising cost of trade associated with it. It had taken a bit more of a hit as foreign countries began closing their borders, even if temporarily, but it was nothing extraordinary.

All that changed when Joao Bagamba's death was announced to the world.

Hours later, it was announced that Kríerlord Daryl Novelle had fallen ill with KN755-B1. Why it was decided to release both pieces of news so close together, no one would ever know. But they were compounded by the subsequent, and in many persons' judgments rushed, decision to temporarily restrict non-essential air and shipborne travel between the provinces, territories, and satrapies. Commercial shipping was allowed, but with imposed health standards that were bound to slow the pace of trade. Finally, those that could were recommended to work from home for the duration of the outbreak.

All such news at once made for a precipitous one-day drop in the Gasau-Noose Index. It would not be the only equity exchange to suffer that day.

Prokhorovka, Province of Sarcanza

Prokhorovka was a small city by modern standards, with only a few million inhabitants in its greater metropolitan area. But, it was the industrial heartland of Sarcanza. It was also one of the few industrial heartlands that could retain any sense of its traditional roots, where machines had not yet infested every aspect of the production process. Drawing cheap labor from the neighboring Pan-Zarbian Territories, the Prokhorovkan factories were still worker heavy, at least when compared to their brethren in Sidi Rezegh and the great southern province of Ruska.

One of the city's rising stars in new business was the Cavrer-Hazaña Stelvej, an up-and-coming steel mill that disrupting an already dying industry. It had been funded by Hoyos de Hazaña, Zarbia's largest steelwork, in the year following the country's annexation. But, now it wanted independence and its majority owner, Henriko Cavrer, was at the primary branch of Tirasnau.

"Surely, the biggest clearinghouse in Prokhorovka would want a piece of Cavrer-Hazaña," said Cavrer.

The bank official, white-haired and undoubtedly Mr. Arsen Matamonza, sat back with his hands pressed together at the tips of his fingers. He thought for a moment, then responded, "You are not offering me a piece of Cavrer-Hazaña, however. You are asking me to fund a new initiative, a separate initiative outside the scope of Mr. Hazaña's ownership."

Cavrer scoffed. "What does it matter? The investment will be successful. How can it be otherwise? It will be built on the success of the current business."

"But, it remains separate and therefore its fate is independent of that current business, is it not?" asked the banker. It was rhetorical of course.

"Bah," replied Cavrer, annoyed. "I have the assets to guarantee you a profit regardless of the investment's outcome, Mr. Matamonza."

The banker looked away for a moment. He was clearly uneasy about the opportunity. He coughed, then, but then came back to business, asking, "Is this the right time to make this move, Mr. Cavrer? Surely, you've read the morning's news. Trade is down, the markets are tumbling, and people are talking about massed lockdowns and a temporary cessation to non-economic activity." He shuddered at the thought of that.

"Nonsense," waved Cavrer away. "All nonsense. Our governments would never do such a thing. They would not sacrifice the livelihood of this great empire and its people for the sake of stopping the spread of a virus that kills the old and hardly affects the young. Business will be as usual and the equity markets will recover when this is made clear."

"I am not so sure of that," said the banker. "But, who am I to know?"

"Are you really that worried?" asked Cavrer. "Do you fear for the solvency of this clearinghouse?"

Matamonza laughed at that suggestion. "No, no, nothing like that. The union has already guaranteed the solvency of its members in case of financial stress. But, they've placed strictures on our use of capital for the short-term. They want to avoid over-investment at the cusp of an expansion, only to suffer during the subsequent recession. Thus, my reticence at the offer of your investment opportunity."

"That's a no, then?" asked Cavrer.

The banker nodded. "For now, Mr. Cavrer. For now. Let's pick this discussion back up when all of this virus...nonsense, as you described it...blows over."

Cavrer sighed. "Very well. Goodbye, Mr. Matamonza."

Fedala, Imperial Province

"Is the emperor on his way?" wondered a feeble Kríerlord Daryl Novelle.

Migalo Kor, who had flown from New Empire to see his old friend, shook his head. He sat by the other kríerlord's bedside. Pouring Novelle a small cup of hot tea from a silver pitcher, he answered, "No, friend. His Imperial Majesty would come if he could, but his security has advised him to remain isolated during the duration of the pandemic. He told me to pass on his love and reassures that you two will speak when you are healthy again."

Novelle scoffed, dryly and with trouble. He had trouble breathing. Sometimes it felt he couldn't breathe at all. There was a machine by his bed assisting him with additional oxygen, allowing his body to continue functioning. But, even that was looking to be too little. The old man, a veteran in imperial politics, looked to be on his final highway.

Kor was no youth himself and he had started to feel nervous at being so close to Novelle, but he could not bring himself to abandon his old friend in his time of direst need. Besides, if death came to him, then better now than when he was too old to walk, too old to think, and too old to share in the power that was the empire. He resigned himself to his fate and stayed with his fellow kríerlord, hoping that there was a tomorrow and a tomorrow after that. He held the other man's hand, pulsing it every now and then to remind his friend that he was still here.

But, as the time passed, had it not been for the sudden loosening of Novelle's grip, Kor would have hardly noticed him pass.

Kríerlord Daryl Novelle was dead. The spokesman of His Imperial Majesty was dead. The man whose face represented the Imperial Bureaucracy to so many people from the western lands of Nicaro to the eastern heights of New Empire would no longer fill that television screen. Kor closed his eyes for a moment, but not before he let out a cough.

by **Holy Marsh** » Sat Mar 28, 2020 8:04 pm

Huerta del Lobo, Territory of Levante

The Praetor nodded at her comment about him being busy. That was a true understatement. "The Warrior Shrine has been asked to provide security, so we answer. In these times an attack upon a Shrine would prove more terrible than usual. We will do what we can," he nodded towards several guards. All looked tired, but there was no quit in them. Of course, most security existed outside of this room. The Shrine's overwatch positions in the area around the building were manned. A few were obvious. Most were not.

"I wish I could say we were handling it well," he continued honestly, sighing as he did, "we are overwhelmed. The Faithful come here in great droves because they do not feel safe in the hospitals. Our ability to aid so many so quickly is lacking," he shook his head and then uttered a foreign curse, "suikk. They drive us from our homes, they drive us from our hospitals. This intolerable situation will not last," he replied with cold indignation. In time, those who launched these attacks would pay the ultimate price. The Warrior Shrine begged to be let off its leash. If those cowards wanted an enemy to fight he would be more than happy to give them one.

That was later. This was now. He'd focus on the non-believer who was here to help, even in her time of illness.
"This is the Medical System," he said, not having to say much more. Even someone with even a vague knowledge of the Marshites knew of the System, even if they did not fully understand it. "They are using the Viral Machines to cleanse them of the virus. In a few minutes they will be cured. If only we had more, then we could do such good works. The Grand Artiste will speak with the Theocracy to see about having more shipped to us," he ended on a positive note. As he spoke the first few people were lowered into the machines and sealed. The tubes they were in instantly seemed to fog over and the people inside vanished from view.

"You come for information, do you not?"

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"Marked. Watch begins."

The Shrine was a tall structure. The many floors appeared to have few if any windows, but this was a lie. In the security situation after the attack that set this all however it was decided additional measures needed to be taken. For this Shrine, this included a full suite of electronic and imaging software ran from a security office near the bunkers in the basement. It also included one-way mirror constructions that, from the outside, appeared to simply be ornate fixtures. But the guards inside could see outside, and several of them at any given time patrolled their safe corridors on the lookout for trouble.

This made a vehicle that had spent the whole day on the outside very noticeable. The chip- one of many somewhat illegal detection algorithms they had added to their security suite after the fact- had been run and a visual scan of the occupant. Klaas Brinker, veteran soldier of His Majesty's Glorious and Eternal Armies. Known anti-Marshite deviant. Everything in their guts told the Warrior Shrine guards to let loose with their high-powered rifles and machine guns and turn this traitor to viscera and a memory disparaged through action. But they were not authorized to do anything unless he presented a clear threat. And so three shooters kept their eyes on him. One rifle was on him at any time. This tended to be from one of a number of pre-created shooting positions that melded perfectly with the walls of the structure, the barrels perfectly camouflaged to fit into position from multiple angles and lighting. They moved slowly in and moved slowly out.

And when and if the situation warranted it, the mirrors and other defensive positions built into the building could go from subtle to obvious quite quick. Not that it would be needed, unless Blinker made a fatal mistake.

by **The Technocratic Syndicalists** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 10:47 am

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KN755-B1 Vaccine to Enter Clinical Trials

Arcaenian Federal Ministry of Health announces it will start human trials of a KN755-B1 vaccine

HYPERIA - The Arcaenian Federal Ministry of Health announced that it was beginning a Phase 1 clinical trial of an experimental vaccine for the KN755-B1 virus. 50 healthy adult between the ages of 18 and 65 will be selected for the trial will which run for 2 months. Subjects will be injected with varying doses of the vaccine and their immune response subsequently monitored over the course of the trial to determine the vaccine's effectiveness. The move is unusual because Arcaenian researchers are skipping animal trials and moving directly to human test subjects to accelerate the development of a successful vaccine. "Finding an effective vaccine which is safe for human use is the utmost priority ", said Johan Spahn, director of the Arcaenian Federal Ministry of Health, and a press conference announcing the vaccine trials earlier today.

Although no confirmed cases of KN755-B1 have been reported in Arcaenia a team of Arcaenian civilian and military researchers were able to obtain samples of the KN755-B1 virus in the Golden Throne Satrapy of Holy Panooly which were sent back to the Federal Ministry of Health's high-containment laboratory in Hyperia, a biosafety level 4 (BSL-4) laboratory where samples of the virus were analyzed and an experimental vaccine synthesized. The vaccine, which is being called mRNA-755-B1, is unique because it is an mRNA vaccine which uses liquid nano particles containing a synthetic copy of the virus's messenger RNA (mRNA) which instructs the host subjects immune system to produce the viral proteins itself, essentially mimicking the viral infection to create viral proteins which attack and destroy the virus. This is theoretically safer then conventional vaccines which rely on injecting a weakened version of the virus into the person as there is no risk of the virus becoming active. These types of mRNA vaccines have previously been experimental, although the Arcaenian military has previously used experimental versions to combat Bioweapons developed by other Diestadi militaries.

by **The Macabees** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 1:04 pm

Monte del Pastor, Territory of Nuevo León
Follows from Eothasia's post, here.

The party marshaled outside the barracks Carina and Alexis had slept in for the night. Leutnant Lokus was already waiting for them, along with the six Nicaroan soldiers under his command. Their camouflaged uniforms were of cloth, contrasting them from the fully armored soldiers that were fighting in Krasnova and had battled in Gholgoth. In fact, other than light plates covering the front and rear of their torso, these soldiers were traveling lightly — characteristic of the imperial soldiers fighting in Nuevo León, who favored agility and mobility over protection and firepower. The former were better traits when fighting against an insurgent enemy, as the experience of the 'long wars' was teaching the Ejermacht. Regardless, these men manifested experience through their harsh eyes and a multitude of scars. Neither did they look very welcoming, with their weapons firmly in their hands and grenades attached to their utility belts.

As soon as Carina and Alexis made their presence, the party loaded up into two vehicles that were already waiting for them. One was a HIM-TAC, which was soon occupied by five of the Nicaroan regulíes. The other was another type of armored car, a G11/A, which was soon loaded by the other soldier and, in the rear, the leutnant, Carina, and Alexis.

Leaving the base, the two-vehicle convoy headed east toward the thick, dark jungle that surrounded the town of Monte del Pastor. The damaged asphalt two-lane road soon became one made of dirt, a transition felt by the vehicles' occupants as soon as the G11/A and HIM-TAC started to rattle and shake.

It was perhaps an hour's drive before they reached a checkpoint which represented the very limit of the Ejermacht's infrastructure in eastern Nuevo León. All else between here and the Guffingfordi border was lawless jungle where the remnants of the Zarbian resistance withered away. If Carina expected to continue on the road, she would be sorely disappointed. The rear hatch of the G11/A suddenly opened, revealing an imperial soldier on the other side who saluted Lokus. He gestured for Carina and Alexis to get out first, the soldier taking the hand of the first to help her exit the armored car. The five men in the HIM-TAC were already waiting for them, their mean expression unwavering.

Turning to Carina, Lokus said, "The rest of the journey we'll be making on foot."

They were on their way on foot almost immediately, three of the Nicaroans to the front and the other three to the rear. Lokus and Alexis were in the center of the column, along with Carina. To her, the leutnant asked, "Has your aide camps suffered any attacks during its existence here? I have seen some of the carnage the guerrillas have caused elsewhere, I wonder if it has affected Amaria, yet."

And to Alexis, he inquired, "What's your story? Surely, a muscle-bound man like yourself has seen war."

Thus, they spoke as the column marched on a narrow dirt path between two verdant, green walls of trees, shrubs, and plants of all kinds, their tropical leaves and impenetrable branches making whatever they hid behind their thickness dark and impossible to see. They were in the guerrillas' country, now.

Huerta del Lobo, Territory of Levante
Follows from Holy Marsh's post, here.

"Yes, yes," replied Ana, when Praetor Marcis asked what information she sought. "But, perhaps we should speak in your off—"

She collapsed before finishing her sentence, her masked head hitting the hard floor beneath her.

Hafaz, Reichskommissariat Scythia

The patient was half-dead already. She had clearly been worked nearly to death, put to use wherever her deteriorating muscles were useful. Like most others within the camp, the patient hadn't eaten enough during her stay to remain healthy. She was deteriorating and she soon would be useless, thus her allocation to "the program."

Dr. Arkel Guntaro squeezed a bit of liquid from out of the long syringe in his hand. It squirted onto the aluminum tray it had been placed on. There were cottons, serums, and other equipment on it and all around it, in fact, the office was a bit messy. Work had been busy lately, with the KN755-B1 virus spreading rapidly. Having been unprepared for it, the company had asked Dr. Guntaro to shift his efforts towards the development of a vaccine that could be sold on the open imperial market. There was a lot at stake. The empire was a significant market and early entry could mean billions in profits, and late entry could mean billions in profits foregone.

"Hold her still," he ordered, as she squirmed and moaned at the sight of the syringe.

Regardless, the patient was obviously tired. It did not take much effort for the two soldiers, Ordenite SS assigned to "the project," to restrain her.

"Subject 26, Experiment 117," he said, as he walked over to her. There was a microphone strapped to the belt beneath the doctor's jacket, positioned near the front so that it wasn't obstructed by the cloth. "The subject suffers from early symptoms of meningitis and dysentery. She was infected with KN755-B1 seven days ago and is beginning to show symptoms, including dry cough, a sinus infection, and inflammation of the lungs."

She tried to wrestle herself out of the guards' grasp, but lacked the strength and soon gave up. The woman began to cry. But, this did not deter the doctor, who stuck the needle through her forearm and into a vein. He pushed on the back of the syringe until the liquid within it was completely gone. Then, he retracted the syringe and waited a few moments for her to show a reaction.

There was no immediate reaction. "A good sign," he murmured, as he walked back to the station to place the empty syringe back on the tray.

As he began to clean the equipment, she started to moan more loudly and then, suddenly, began to scream. He turned to see her convulsing on the bed, the two SS soldiers on either side of her not knowing exactly what to do but attempt to hold her down while her arms and legs whipped in every direction.

Then, as quickly as she had started to seize it stopped and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

"A shame," said Dr. Guntaro. "Subject 26 has died from the reaction to the serum, Solution AC738. No good, we will try again tomorrow."

"My notes, sir, would like to review them when I'm done with the autopsy?" asked another man, who had been sitting on a round chair observing the experiment. He was younger, the hair on his head full and blonde. While the doctor was cleaning, he rose and pointed to the guards to lay out the corpse on the bed.

Dr. Guntaro shook his head, "No, Filip. Just brief me this evening. I will be in the laboratory preparing Solution AC739 for tomorrow."

"Very well, sir," replied the younger gentlemen named Filip.

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 3:51 pm

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At least twenty people from the Retail and Commercial Banking desk were staying late at the office tonight, and Emma was about to join them and ask, “I didn’t expect to see you guys around here at this time?”

Everyone from the management team was inside, and the commonly empty desk was filled with official documents and papers. Emma opened the door to the meeting room. Vincent Schön was here. As Regional Manager of Retail Banking, he normally worked from midday to evening, five days a week, so Emma would amuse him with general small talk whenever they met in the hallway during the day. Tonight, however, Vincent was too absorbed in his work to see her entry.

Looking left, Emma could see what they were doing. Vincent and his team had filled the meeting board with the latest reserve requirement reports of the Economic Palace. The Economic Palace was the monetary authority of Yohannes, and it regulated banks, insurance companies, and non-bank deposit takers to ensure a sound and efficient financial system for the country. Emma knew why everyone was busy tonight. The reserve requirement was the law set in place to insure against possible insolvency, or lack of existing money to safeguard existing depositors’ assets held by the bank. Depositors in many World Assembly member nations trusted the Bank of Yohannes to safely hold their assets, and Emma knew that calculating the amount the bank must hold to cover existing deposit liabilities was no easy task. She could also see another report, perhaps a more important one: the capital adequacy requirement, which as its name suggested, would regulate the ratio of equity as a percentage of risk-weighted assets held by the bank. Risk versus reward.

“Exactly.” Vincent closed his laptop and packed up the documents, carefully arranging every printout in a separate pile on the desk. “According to the news reporters, there was only one confirmed case of KN755-B1 in Port Travemuende.”

“What does it mean for us?” a low-looking, sour old man next to him asked. “Port Travemuende is just a backwater territory, far out there. So why should we expect the Economic Palace to lower the interest rates, or adjust the cash rate further—by employing unconventional monetary policies to counter the effects of this overseas pandemic on the Yohannesian economy?”

“The fact of the matter is this,” Vincent replied. “So far this so-called Panooly Virus has only spread to some parts of Greater Dienstad, barely one-tenth of Gholgoth, and probably eight or nine backwater states outside both regions. A total of thirty or so countries, at most, at least half of them having no trade relations with Yohannes. Why would Chancellor Annabelle Thorndon-Stevensonn’s Executive Council even bother to take this overseas virus outbreak seriously?”

While he was talking, Emma stepped in.

“Because if the virus could spread widely enough, infecting enough people, we might have a real pandemic on our hands,” she said, looking curiously at the room.

Vincent laughed. “Do you know what is the meaning of a pandemic, young lady?” He looked around the room, and his colleagues laughed with him.

Emma looked at him curiously. “Well, yes.” She took out her smart phone. “Here, according to Wikipedia, a pandemic is a disease epidemic that has spread across a large region—for instance, multiple continents, or worldwide.”

“And Greater Dienstad and one-tenth of Gholgoth are the equal of more than one thousand countries of the international community, combined?” Vincent grinned.

“Well, no—”

“How many Yohannesian trade partners are out there?” Vincent interrupted her.

“At least one hundred from the World Assembly, and more non-member countries—”

“And how many countries are there in Greater Dienstad?”

“I ... I don’t know,” Emma turned red and started stammering. She hated Vincent for making her feel like a fool in front of everyone.

“Probably twenty,” he said. “At least half of them constantly at war with one another.”

Emma shook her head. “‘Godforsaken warring region,’ Theobald said yesterday.”

Vincent laughed. “The senile old man? He’s right, for once. You’ve got some big guns in Greater Dienstad, but they’re no threat to Yohannesian trade, now.”

Vincent took out a pen and drew a big circle on the meeting board. “This is us,” he said. Then, he drew a much smaller circle next to it. “This is them—the foreigners.”

Emma was shocked. How arrogant!

“It doesn’t take one warring region to make a pandemic, an international one—meeting adjourned. I’d like to thank everyone for coming tonight.”

by **Eothasia** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 5:24 pm

^{Follows from Macabee's post here}

by **Main Nation Ministry** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 11:39 pm

Day 29

A Safehouse Somewhere in the Ministry Building

It didn't take long until word had gotten out about TSSK-78, along with KN755-B1 being all over the place had filled the nation's news. The Leader had to get help from the Ministry of Science to explain the two types of viruses to the masses. Some reports of virus mixing have been anonymously told towards the Ministry, however they still remained unconfirmed. For the top-ranking Ministry officals who help run the nation, a safehouse was set up in the Ministry building to help. The Leader had wanted to bring Princess Harrington to the safehouse, however to his frustration, she denied.
"What do you mean you're saying at your mother's house?! You're the princess of Main Nation Ministry! I can't have you get the virus under the conditions you're in!" a frustrated Leader said to Keller on the phone. "I can't believe this! I'm making sure your lines of communication isn't cut, because this is a national emergency! I expect you at the Ministry immediately! Zero tolerance!"
"Leader, I need to take care of my mother at home! I'm more comfortable here, than at your Ministry building." Keller told him back on the phone, as the Leader was having trouble reasoning with her.
"Look. If you need something, call me and I will send an escort for you. Please wash your hands and all of that stuff! This is a national emergency, so I can't lose you to this."
"I will be fine. I gotten the notification and saw the posters."

The Leader sighed, before he continued. "Fine. But make sure to call me if there is an emergency. Alright.. Bye." the Leader hung up his phone, as he exited his office to the safehouse. It wasn't a long route, as it was on the same floor as his office. The safehouse was modified to carry a large group of people in the comfort of dystopian surveillance. At the entrance of the safehouse, there was a decontainmation airlock to scrub visitors with disinfectant and scan people testing positive for any viruses. Inside the safehouse, there was a kitchen and large dining room with a good amount of food that could be easily resupplied, cots for beds, bathrooms, and some other rooms for entrainment.
"Where are you going?" General Emmanuel Jones said to a soldier, as he started to left the safehouse. "I gotta call my mom!" the soldier yelled, as he exited the safehouse, where Jones knew it was going to be a rough month, before any word of a cure could get out. The Leader went through decontainmation protocal, as he entered the safehouse to find Jones.

"Leader, I'm with Truman and some others up here. You have full contact with the Ministry of Science like us?" Jones asked the Leader, as he was checking some of the soldiers with some sketch books. "I do. I'm self-quarantining myself in my office. I'm guessing you brought some sketch books from that therapist self-help guru bull?" the Leader asked. "A lot of the public is buying them. Steven Crumpton, that therapist is claiming it helps with boredom."
"And workout gear? Researchers stay that the chances of getting the virus are less, if one is healthy."
Emmanuel Jones pointed to two soldiers, one with a hula hoop and one with a heavy dumbbell in their hands. "Vitamins are prefered."

"Jones, my safety is less important than everyone else's. Trust me on this. Make sure nothing happens under my nose. I still be in contact with you, guys."
"Yes, Leader." Jones said, as the Leader exited the safehouse. For the Leader, all he had to do was be in his office and his secret penthouse and he can start making orders to help his nation. Not like anything bad will happen, right? Then again, his men are doing as much to contain the viruses.

Throughout Main Nation Ministry

As some hysteria steers the wheel, people had began panic buying. A lot of things were up for grabs. Soldiers were given orders to use force to make sure that every citizens in the government owned grocery stores and the government malls are sharing their toilet paper and bottled water. Failure to obey had led to more people dying from a bullet to the brain than dying to the virus itself. Bottled water was obvious, since there were fears that both of the viruses could be waterborne, however many have purificers in their homes. Toilet paper? A lot of people are dying, just by hording some.

Food bars were on an all time high. There was no need to refridigate them, they had the calories to keep yourself full for hours or even days. Millions of food bars around the nation were being stockpiled. Yet, no one had bothered to buy junk food..

Sketch books were another thing. Steven Crumpton, a random quack, though the Ministry knows he's legit but the unnecessary focus of attention, have explained a method to help people get pre-occupied with staying home from the viruses. The schools were getting closed. Along with any other business that required people to fill it's interior. The sketch books were part of art therapy. You just doodle with a pen or pencil, add some crayons to get colorful, and you can project your mental state onto the paper. Supposed to be great if you're alone, but some had other ways to be laid back.

Religion was another thing of importance. Bibles of the Universalized Occult of the Many Moons were brought at the masses for the faithful. With the comforts of a religion that supports satanism (well, the portal to Hell IS directly in the nation, but the checkpoint is closed due to the lockdown) and spiritualism, many have their books of widsom to guide them in dark times.

Harrington's Residence

Keller's mother was checking her groceries, since it would be a while for the stores to not be crowded, when she heard the kitchen phone ring. Since telemarketers weren't a thing in Main Nation Ministry, plus it could be a soldier with important news to the family, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"HARRINGTON!! OH GOD! AHH!"
"Who is this?"
"IT'S JASON MASAMI! THE STORE IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN! I SEE AN EXIT!"

Mrs Harrington immediately told Keller, who was keeping up in shape with a yoga mat and some workout gloves, practicing her karate. "Your friend Masami seems to be in trouble? How bad are the stores?"
"Stores? Wait.." Keller immediately switched on the national propaganda news to see lines and lines outside of stores. No wonder, Masami was in trouble. A while later, a loud knock was held at the front door, where it was Jason Masami, looking nearly torn up with some food and supplies. "What happened!?" Keller said, immiedately tending to Masami, as he sat on the couch. "It was just like that day on November all over again..I got you and your mother toilet paper."

Later that day, Masami had some covers, since he had no other place to stay. Everyone needed to self-quarantine in their homes. Masami's house had burn damage, so that wouldn't do. Mrs Harrington gave Masami some pillows and some covers to sleep on the couch. Keller couldn't do anything, but act like the typical tsundere she was. She did got a sketchbook, but she threw it out for her mother, since Keller had her diary to jolt stuff down. Words were better than images for her.

Madden's Residence

Charlie went downstairs to eavesdrop on Jessica, as she was making a phonecall or two towards some people. While Charlie didn't want to have ideas, she could tell Jessica was calling "them". "Look, I want to help make sure he's ok!"
"..."
"I know you have toilet paper, but I don't any of you getting sick from this!"
"..."
"You already called Gerald to help?"
"..."
"Alright.. Just..make sure you go to a doctor, if something happens. Ok?"
"..."
"Ok...Bye." Jessica hung up with a heavy sigh. Charlie didn't want her to know she was eavesdropping, so she started to sneak back upstairs, before she started to head back down to meet with Jessica. "Hey? Jessica?" Charlie said, as she made sure to check whatever fitness stuff they could get a hold on. Nothing much, but a foam workout roller, a workout resistance band, and a jump rope. "What?"
"I think we have a good chance at getting through this. We have all sorts of healthy stuff and plus, you're already fit, so I was thinking we can just sit this one out. We have internet, don't we?"
"Not that, Charlie." Jessica said, being a bit moody, but it was that time of the month for her, so it didn't surprise her. "I can't hang out with my friends and everyone else. We can't be gathered with people due to this virus. I wish things shouldn't be this idiotic."
"We still have each other. I'm bummed out, also you know. I had a whole bunch of stuff I wanted to do together, but I wanted to make sure you were safe." Charlie tried to reassure her girlfriend Jessica, as she put a hand on her shoulder. Jessica did admit she was right. She was always there, when she needed her the most.

It wasn't until several hours later, where Jessica was fixing up the bed was when there was a knock at the door. Oh, who could it be? Jessica went downstairs to check who was outside, getting the disinfectant spray to make sure. When she opened the door, she was puzzled when there was a couple at the door. The woman was dressed with a black sweater and some white shorts, where she had blond-white hair. Jessica could tell that she was a demon, due to her dragon-like red eyes, but the man didn't appear to be one. He was blond like the woman, but he had normal brown eyes and was wearing a black jacket and a matching shirt with jeans. "Uhhh...Is this a bad time?" the man of the couple said in a Northern accent, though Jessica didn't understand who the couple were. "Bad time? Who are you, people?"

It wasn't until Charlie checked to see who it was, where she reacted with surprise. "Jessica! I didn't realize they would come here!" Charlie said, heading to the front door. "What are you doing here? I thought you were back in Hell?" Charlie addressed the woman, where she replied in a soft voice. "Charlie!" the woman immediately started hugging Charlie, where Jessica immediately started spraying. "Social distancing, you creeps!" Jessica yelled, until Charlie tried to calm Jessica down. "Jessica wait! This is Lisa Talbott, a friend I know of back in hell." Charlie told Jessica, where she told another glance at Lisa. "Right..and you?"
"I'm Roy. I'm Lisa's boyfriend. I'm sorry for the sudden visit, but it's not safe at the community from where we were. There were some positive cases."
"Positive cases?"
"Some demons managed to get sick. It isn't killing them, but it's making everyone weak." Roy explained to Jessica and Charlie, as Jessica made sure to have both of them be sprayed, as they got in the house with their bags.

"Wait, you guys need the guest room? For how long?" Jessica asked, where Roy and his demon girlfriend Lisa looked at each other for a second. "Uhh. Might be until this thing dies out." "Ughh..I have so many things to deal with that-"
"Hang on, Jessica! Let's give them a chance. I can make it to you." Charlie said, kissing her cheek. Jessica understood what Charlie was trying to do. Though, being in a house waiting for things to die out was going to be hard when you have 2 people also in your house with your girlfriend.

Bradberry Flats, Victory Square

Andrew heard a knock at the door, he didn't unattach the latch, but it was his landlady. "What is it? I already gave you the rent." Andrew asked her, as she started spraying something at Andrew's eyes, which made him cough. "Don't cough on me, you ass! I want to let you know is that the next time you give me rent, you need to start handing it to me by giving on the front desk. I'm not touching anything by anybody!"
"Right.." Andrew immediately shut the door, where he let out a frustrated sigh. Andrew lived alone. But now, because people had to be in their homes due to this virus, he had to stay home as well. He was lucky to get himself some stuff to keep himself comfy. He got some chanting beads, as he started reading a passage from the bible of the Universalized Occult of the Many Moons. It raised his faith, but he needed some.

Andrew opened his apartment window. He looked forward to see the large monitor that showed some propaganda about the virus and what to do. He wished that it would be the Leader on the screen. That was when the days were peaceful. He sat up on the windowsill, where he leaned back with his legs at the other end of the window, while his back was against the opposite. He pulled out an acoustic guitar, where he strum some of the strings. A little tune will help. With his eyes closed, he started playing the guitar, letting some quiet natural music fill the outside.

Sector 85

Palahniuk made sure that his neighbors weren't getting sick. He was the only rebel who was doing so much for the community. The Ministry wasn't going to help. He was the only one who knew how to help the ones he wanted to help the most, knowing the oppressive and malicious government would brainwash them for their lust of ignorance of the masses. There was an assembly at a little dance club, where he tried to address some people who attended. "Right.. This is. This is something that no one had expected. This isn't a problem caused by the Ministry, but an outbreak or rather a pandemic that is spreading at an unprecented rate. I want you all to spare the toilet paper, the water, the medicine. Everyone is important. Including the children." Palahniuk said, as some people were jolting some notes. A belly dancer eyed Palahniuk seductively, though he wasn't interested.

He checked in with his friend Martin, as he was reading a Psychology book in his home. Palahniuk made sure to knock, before letting himself in. "Martin? You still have to attend to the university?" Palahniuk asked him, since most of the universities and educational facilities were shut down in response of the pandemic. "Our professors are having us live-chat our classes. Nothing I can do for webcams."
"Shit. They still going to spy on us for people like you. You really need to pass this course?"
"I'm not having my studies go to waste. Everyone knows this." Martin explains, though Palahniuk knew he was right. Later that day, he made sure to call his loved ones about the pandemic. As the day was drawing to a close, he spend some time practicing defense with a training stick. He does have some knowledge of martial arts, so it would be good to use it in times of hysteria, when things go fully downhill.

Underground Shelter

For the Steinbergs, they decided to avoid any "above ground" contact, fearing the virus would strike on the surface, seeing how the virus of KN755-B1 and TSSK-78 would target the immune system and try to destroy it to eradicate the body. The only ways of prevention are staying fit and taking vitamins. However, there was no reports that the viruses were water or airborne. Such panic had led to the Steinbergs to retreat to the comforts of their bomb shelter. It was made in case that the nation was under a nuclear holocaust or war, but the virus is a perfect example. However, Mikhail had to deal with his mother in-law, which his wife has brought into the shelter with him and his daughter, who was busy comforting her teddy bear.

"What if I get sick, Mikhail?"
"You're fine. Use my dumbbell if you need to get strong." Mikhail tried to tell his mother in-law, but she continued to nag. He has to care for his family, while waiting this outbreak out. While they didn't buy a bible, they mainly were Buddhists. Carl had set up a small Buddha statue in the shelter, even though the nation's religion was that of the Many Moons. Setting up a quick and quiet moment for some faith, they started praying in front of the statue.

Basement

Jackson finished adjusting the full length mirror, aimed towards the entrance towards the stairs. Among his reflections was his wife, as they were prepared in the corner of the basement with some accommodaties. Being more ignorance prone than the rest of the population, they somehow believed that the only way to combat the viruses were by mirrors. Since the nation was teeming with supernatural activity and demons, they believed the viruses were of supernatural origin. But at least him and his wife were occupied with some crossword puzzles, while Jackson's wife held out a hand mirror at one of the mirror to see if the virus was near. "I figured out this definition! It's MINISTRY. Why didn't I think of that?" Jackson said, knowing the answer to a definition for across.

The Roof of The Plaza Hotel, Victory Square

At some 3 to 4 star hotel, some citizens had decided to find some shelter at the top of the Plaza Hotel. It wasn't a tall building, but it gave them a good view of the whole city. They put some lawn chairs near the edge, while having some mini fridges and some sleeping bags. A hangout on the top of a building with the view of the city and the stars. A woman was getting her nails done on the roof by her sister, as a man tried to play with a tennis ball. However, it bounced too hard and he accidently caused it to go bouncing off the roof. "Shit!" Peter cursed, as he saw it go over the edge. "Can't help you with that Peter. Best thing you can do is just stargaze." Peter's sister Sarah said, where after she finished, both Peter and Sarah shared some fruit.

"How long are we going to be stuck on this roof?"
"Beats me." Sarah said, making sure her nails aren't ruined.
"I'm already planning on going down tomorrow to see if the tennis ball would be still down at the street."
"Good luck with that."

The Bunker

Mensen sat at the pews with his partner, Tony. It was a day of fulfillment. Beneath the grounds of solid dirt and rock, the two men and along with other people sat and prayed with their heart's contempt. A follower was on a guitar, as woman was forced underwater in a bathtub placed at the altar. Another was already wrapped in a blanket, recovering from this "baptism" of sorts. Sister stood in front of the bathtub, making sure to help the woman out of her tub. She was her little sister among the flock of brothers and sisters.

"Please. Let us thank, Mary. For she has braved the trial to be a part of the Family. Let us be hopeful for the new age. The age where once we exit, the world will be united for us. It will be beautiful. A natural change to not fight for. It will be bright, but even if you're scared, I will be with you. For now, we must bask in the darkness. The light will arrive soon, my siblings. Soon."

by **Mangabia** » Mon Mar 30, 2020 1:39 pm

The Mangabian government has ordered a halt on inbound flights, cut domestic flights, ban public gatherings and temporarily shut down of non-essential services for four weeks.

by **The Marshite Defense Council** » Thu Apr 02, 2020 5:51 pm

The Marshite Defense Council's headquaters in Aqua Anu was usually a hub of activity. Thousands worked in the complex or around it, in one of the any buidings that headquarted its various growing political, charitable, and military works. But now it was a veritable ghost town. Only essential employees were allowed into the buildings and many others were forced to work from home. The MDC had started installing this practice across all of their offices and workspaces across the Federation, and it had given them a leg up in some ways. Still, their advantage had come at a time of the Federation facing a great crisis. And it was this crisis that brought some of the leaders MDC together- through a conference call, at least.

"Madame Sinesta, good to have you," said a kindly voice from one of the monitor's in the headquarter's situation room, knocking Sinesta out of her stupor. She smiled behind her facemask and gestured towards his monitor, as well as a the half dozen others.

"All hands on deck, Minister Cotora," she replied. Others on the monitors nodded. Every one of them joined from various MDC operation centers, their facemasks and precautionary measures clear to see. Everyone was working with a skeleton staff until a decision was made.

"I hope you bring good news?"
"I wish I did."
The Minister swiped his hand off-screen and Sinesta's holographic monitor opened up, displaying information to her ad likelt the others as well.

"The Mokan Islands are in the throes of a major outbreak, with the capitol itself being hit hard. From there it has spread across much of the Federation. We can confirm cases in every Federal Nation, though they are believed to be containable in most areas currently," the Minister said, though his tone carried a notable scene of cynicism on that final account.

"Dire. What has the Federation done so far?"

"They are starting to close borders, both internally and externally. Island quarantines are in effect and nationalizing of industries is underway."

"I see. Claw Turial, thoughts?" She asked, and in response a rather aggressively attractive Panthera motioned in the top right monitor.
"We have an opportunity here if we seize it," the Panthera suggested, her tone one of a hunter. "We can save them, as is our right and destiny. How can they deny the glory of Marshism when it proves capable of defeating any challenge?"

Sinesta didn't disagree.
"Doctor Yuria?" She asked. A younger, bookish looking redhead in the bottom left adjusted his glasses as she spoke.

"The virus is in an important stage. It isn't an existential threat but it is growing rapidly. If we don't move forward with a plan in the coming days- even hours- it will become a crushing concern," the redhead replied evenly, though his tone carried concern. Indeed, they had little time left.

"Understood."
She stared at the figures, calculating what had to be done. Then she nodded and stood up, addressing all her colleagues at once.

"Here is what we will do. We know the System can cure the virus. We will offer it to all. Use our communications and political operations to promote this. We will continue to work with the IDCO to work on a vaccine for this virus. We will activate the full strength of all MDC operations toards combating this, and we will call upon volunteers to aid local authorities in getting a handle on such matters. Our military arm will work with Federal and national governments to achieve any objective they need us to."

They nodded in full. Turial practically purred.

"Good. We need to move out, and do so now."

by **Holy Marsh** » Thu Apr 02, 2020 5:53 pm

Huerta del Lobo, Territory of Levante

The detective fell down, her head smacking against the ground with the metallic crack of the helmet. Two guards nearby rushed over, stepping over a sickly man in the process, and pulled her right side up against a wall. Marcis took a few fevered steps closer to her and let out a vexed sigh. "Her case is moving quickly. Take her to the processing wing. We'll determine what to do with her," he said, feeling her forehead. Why was she doing this in the middle of an outbreak if she did not have the proper precautions? The Holy Marsh worked in mysterious ways, it seemed. She was dragged to a nearby room. It looked like it used to be a large conference room at one point but the table and chairs were gone, replaced with wireframe beds and ratty mattresses. Even then it was overflowing. Most were on the ground. She would join this throng, a hastily discovered helmet serving as her pillow. Her gas mask was fully removed- it would be sanitized and use for someone who was not yet sick- and the two guards spoke briefly with the single doctor in the room and then vanished.

Marcis had a new problem on his hands. He couldn't allow her to die. She was here to protect them- how would it look if they allowed a protector to die in their care? He wouldn't allow it.
He couldn't allow it.

by **United World Order** » Sat Apr 04, 2020 2:16 pm

Chernaya Bereich, Reichsgau Krasnova.

"Out of a total population of 60 million within Chernaya and the surrounding region, it has been confirmed that 305,000 are infected with KN755-B." The adjutant to the SS- and Police Leader of Chernaya explained to the room which besides the two of them included several Ordenite-SS representatives from the different branches along with the Order Police chief in the city as well. KN755-B was rapidly spreading through the region including the city its self which was already put under a severe lock down and curfew partially due to the on-going conflict with the Triumvirate. It had came down from the Reichsmarshall-SS himself that a solution would need to be achieved in dealing with the KN755-B outbreak so that it would not eventually affect the military situation. The island was already volatile enough with the war and all the other internal issues concerning resistance groups sprouting up against the continued Ordenite occupation of Krasnova. A deadly virus like KN755-B possessed the potential to further strain the progress the Ordenites looked to make on the island concerning resource and labor exploitation and other colonialist ambitions the Reich had.

"Projections for the coming months could see the number of infected triple in size if left unchecked. Including the spread of the virus beyond Chernaya and the surrounding region through infection of soldiers on the front lines due to exposure from civilians." The men sitting in the room including the SS-and Police Leader were stoic faced as the adjutant continued on speaking on the topic of the virus and the numbers associated with it's effect in the Reichsgau. Once the adjutant sat down following his briefing on the spread of KN755-B the floor was open for the others to speak if they wished.

"Are the current restrictions to movement in Chernaya not enough to slow the spread?" asked the Order Police Chief. "Surely our current measures are enough to ensure that the virus slows down."

"Despite the current restrictions already in place, the virus will continue to spread unless punitive action is taken." The SS-and Police Leader said speaking up in the conversation. "I recommend we scour all the hospitals and communities where their are infected and remove them for the safety of others." The other men in the room nodded and after additional talk on the more finer details of what they were to do the meeting was adjourned.

by **The Macabees** » Sat Apr 04, 2020 7:39 pm

Uncharged Eastern Jungles, Territory of Nuevo León
Follows from Eothasia's post, here.

Organizations such as Amaria Aid that operated on the very eastern regions of Nuevo León put themselves at considerable risk. They were integral to the pacification process, providing the occupiers with committed allies in the war on famine and fundamental poverty. Such provision of medical aid, as well as the distribution of food and water, meant that the locals didn't have to turn to other means for survival, including banditry and defection to the guerrillas. This importance meant that they were targets of the insurgents, who sought to undermine these forces towards which the people of eastern Nuevo León were slowly gravitating. Carina's words did not surprise the leutnant one bit.

Neither did Alexis', by the look of the man. "Azadistan?" He asked. Then said, "It sounds similar to the conflict here. Is it a war that your country is still fighting? I will have to research it."

The Eothasian would have to forgive him. The world was very large and its history equally as limitless, and it was impossible for one man to know even a little about every country.

As Alexis responded and the two continued their conversation, the party continued through the foliage. The twisting chaos of leaves and branches became so thick that even along the narrowing road did the light fail to penetrate. By then they had all fallen silent and the only noise that could be heard was the chirping of the birds and insects, with distant growls and guttural animal screams that made one's hair stand on the back of their neck.

They continued on for some time, although without being able to sun and almost no natural illumination at all it was impossible to know exactly how much time had passed. Neither was the terrain entirely easy to traverse, with common streams crossing between hills that were sometimes steep and other times rocky and entirely intractable. Many a time was the party forces to find an alternative route. As the party tired and some may have started to wonder where they were headed and whether they'd eventually march directly into Guffingford, Leutnant Lokus whispered to them all, "Remember, you do not find them. They find you."

Almost prophetically, a fistful of men and women emerged from the tropical woods on all sides of the nine-man column. They all pointed their weapons directly at their prey. The armament reflected variety and the reality of a poorly supplied insurgency. Many carried assault rifles, but some totted older bolt-action rifles and many had only handguns.

One of them, the leader, walked toward the middle of the column, where Lokus, Carina, and Alexis stood. It was at the women he looked at while he made his way to them.

The man said, finally, "Strange to see an unarmed woman escorted by a platoon of imperial soldiers this deep into the jungle. Why are you here?"

Lokus replied first. "We are here on behalf of His Imperial Maj—"

"I asked the woman," said the man, cutting the leutnant off. His eyes never wavered away from hers.

Bright City, Main Nation Ministry
Follows from MNM's post, here.

Dr. Ferol Klaso landed in Bright City wearing a protective mask and gloves, arriving in a private aircraft that carried no other passengers on than him, Dr. Anima Terata, and Dr. Maga Limona. The skeleton crew on the aircraft had been thoroughly tested and isolated prior to the flight, as had all three members of 'Team Klaso.' It was slightly embarrassing to Ferol to find that the team had been named after him, the leader.

They were in Main Nation Ministry by corporate orders. The race to create a vaccine and market it was on and Farmaketika, one of the premier pharmaceutical manufacturers and distributors of drugs in the Golden Throne, was not to be left out. There were already many players in the game, but there was one thing that set Farmaketika apart from the competition and that was that they were among the few willing to cooperate with governments of lesser repute. The rumor was that a team was working in the Ordenite Reich, although the company would never admit to such a thing, not even to their own employees. Main Nation Ministry was not as well known in the empire, but its reputation was of a closed society ruled by a government that enforced obedience and homogeneity in thought.

Whatever their political preference, Main Nation Ministry was beginning to see a KN755-B1 outbreak. Worse still, the spread of KN755-B1 was masking something seemingly more dangerous. The Ministry called it TSSK-78. Whether it had separate origins or had mutated from KN755-B1 was unknown. It was one of the questions that Team Klaso had been sent to the country to answer.

Farmaketika had organized the trip with a liaison party from Main Nation Ministry itself. Klaso's instructions were to meet local representatives to the airport, where they would be taken to their quarters and to the labs they were cleared to work at. It was with nerves that Klaso descended from the aircraft, behind Drs. Terata and Limona, after it had stopped at the terminal.

Huerta del Lobo, Territory of Levante
Follows from Holy Marsh's post, here.

Ana awoke in a ward somewhere. At first, she had forgotten where she was. It was after a moment that she remembered having arrived at the Marshite shrine, ending a momentary panic that manifested in hard breathing. Even had she wanted to bolt right then out of fear, she couldn't have. Her body was weak and she found it difficult to move even a single finger.

Then, she remembered she had been wearing a mask.

With all her might she forced her arms to rise until her hands were clawing at her face as if perhaps she couldn't feel the mask that could still be there. Why had they taken it from her? She tried to lift her neck to look around but found it too exhausting, and soon the excitement was too much for her body to handle and she fell asleep again.

It was some time before she awoke again.

by **Mokastana** » Sun Apr 05, 2020 5:26 pm

Departamento para Control de Enfermedades
(Department for Disease Control)
Cancun, Aztlán, PUF
Day 44 Globally, Day

It was time, DCE Headquarters was going under lockdown. All essential staff was now living on site and the campus was locked down. Anyone entering was put under quarantine until they could be deemed safe for access. The virus had made landfall in Cancun and was working it’s way deeper into Aztlan, putting the DCE headquarters right on the frontline. Over a thousand dead in Aztlan alone, the majority in Cancun, and testing kits demand continued to rise despite the increases in production. The Islands were hit the hardest, 11 thousand deaths attributed to the virus so far, the government had shut down travel and non essential businesses and industries. Unfortunately, the islands were a key industrial area in Mokastana, so by shutting down their factories, the rest of Mokastana would soon feel it. Factories essential to combatting the virus were kept open and nationalized, making masks and disinfectants, but the need to import medical supplies was growing. Shipments of supplies ordered by the government were flying in from as far as Monavia, but as of now the name of the game was stopping it’s spread.

With the campus locked down, Director Roberto Coyol stood in a digital conference room, behind him an interactive screen, ahead of him the Federal Emergency Council. The Speaker of the People, Presiding Senator, and the Heads of State for each Federal Nation, or an appropriate proxy.

“Federal Leaders, Welcome to our first weekly briefing regarding the KN755-B1 crisis. I am here to give you a report on how the Federation is handling the outbreak. As you are all aware, we believe the initial infection in the Federation occured one month ago, originating from foriegn military bases in the Mokan Islands and foriegn transfer locations in Belmotin and Lenton Island. The People’s Republic of the Islands issued a quarantine order two weeks ago, and Belmontin a few days after that. As of today, we have confirmed cases in every major city in the islands, except for Nuevo Orleans. In the last few days, we have confirmed cases in Moxhuactl, Aztlán, Suria and Aqua Anu. The spreadsheet behind me and on your screens shows the number of confirmed cases in the entire Federation as 417 thousand, but we can assume that the number of cases is much higher. However, we can accurately determine the number of deaths due to KN755-B1: 19 thousand across the Federation, with nearly nine thousand in the People’s Republic of the Islands alone.”

President Pedro Alverez of the PRI merely nodded, these were already numbers he was aware of. His local disease control units had been working overtime to track and stop this virus, but the Macabean Virus had been rather potent. “We have quarantined the foriegn soldiers to the offshore platforms, but now we are responsible for ensuring they have the necessary food and clean water for survival. Imbrinium and Macabeean supplies continue to aid them, but outbreaks on the platforms are needing local support. The PRI hospitals are already overflowing with cases. DCE claims 400,000 confirmed cases total, but I can assure you, the PRI has over a million cases alone, confirmed or not. I've already exercised my legal rights to nationalize resources in the PRI, but it is time we nationalize assets across Mokastana to fight this infection. I need doctors, respirators, I need all the aid we can muster. I formally motion to nationalize medical suppliers across Mokastana as an emergency measure to fight this infection.”

“I understand your concerns President Alverez,” began President Alejandro Tennet, of Tatom, “but I cannot support the nationalization of Tatomese manufactures. I have already spoken to many, and they will be boosting production and will sell to the Federal government, or your government, at reasonable prices. My government is already purchasing major amounts to donate to your efforts directly.”

“Agreed, The medical supplies and pharmaceutical goods are the lifeblood of Suria,”President Emilion Lomengo of Suria chimed in, “We will not nationalize, but my manufactures will begin to boost production, and will begin making contracts at Federally regulated prices. Unlike other countries, southern manufacturers won’t be playing bidding wars with life saving supplies. Honored contracts is where we stand.”

“That is all fine and good, but what about Belmotin?” President John Little of Belmotin bellowed, “We have nearly six thousand dead confirmed, but thousands more bodies waiting on confirmation. I cannot sit by and wait for your supplies. The Belmonti people, and those in Lenton Island need supplies and reinforcements. Our hospitals are being stretched thin, and Reserve Guard units are doing all they can to set up additional hospitals. Free markets are fine in times of peace, but this war for our survival, it’s time for central authorities to start taking control!”

The debate continued, this and other issues were brought up, but soon it was put to a vote. The Federal Emergency Council voted on whether or not resources would be nationalized in Mokastana. This would mean that all manufacturers of medically necessary supplies to fight the infection would be required by law to produce and sell them ‘at cost’ and at any time the Federal Government could redirect them to whomever they so choose. As part of the deal, the Federal government would cover part of the costs for overtime and improvements to production lines to get more supplies out.
Out of 13 votes, it was 5 Yes, 4 No, and 2 abstained. Normally, it was tradition for non Mokan leaders to abstain regarding Mokan matters. Both the Queen of Aqua Anu and President of Paradisa had abstained, but Prime Minister Allen Gardener of Wellovia had voted NO in support of his Conservative counterparts. However, the Federal Emergency Council only required a simple majority.

If the Conservative Parties wanted to overturn this order, they would either need to convince the President of the Federation to do so, or the senate. President of the Federation Ben Rodriguez was from Suria, but he was a member of the People's Party, the highly influential ‘mixed market’ socialist light party. Or convince the Senate, which was led by the People’s Party coalition government by just one vote. Of course, overturns needed two thirds anyways, so both were a slim chance to pass. As such, Mokastana was soon Nationalized to fight KN755-B1

VOTES:

TO: Doctor Yuria, Marshte Defense Council, Medical Department
General La'Eltactoni, Marshite Defense Council, Military Wing
Director Phim, Marshite Defense Council, Communications Department
CC: Director Roberto Coyol, Federal Department for Disease Control
FROM: Director Yu Mai of Aqua Anu, Federal Department for Disease Control
Subject: re: KN755-B1 Containment

As you can see attached, basic Federal guidelines for disease control, including handwashing, proper mask use, and recommended schedules have been attached to this message for distribution via Marshite Shrines to your local communities.
Although I would enjoy giving direct orders to MDC militia forces, I would advise maintaining your own local communities until pressed into service by Aqua Anu or Federal Military command. For the moment, please do all that you can to minimize the impact of the virus. No doubt your branches in Mokastana and Belmotin have already been pressed into service. Aqua Anu currently has not seen a major outbreak, due largely to our early response. However, we still have 570 confirmed cases, with 32 known deaths as of this message.

As for the use of the Marshite medical System, I have passed along your offer to the Federal Director, who can then pass this onto the IDCO. I can personally assure you that the Aqua Anu Department for Disease Control will publish this offer, including known side effects. I cannot speak for those affected, but I imagine for many, more choices is better than none.

The support from the MDC is important in these trying times, and the Queen’s government appreciates your loyalty and dedication to the preservation of the Queendom.

Long Live the Queen!

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Mon Apr 06, 2020 11:07 am

An emergency statement on the world today
From the office of the chair of the Representative of the Free and Holy nation of Velstrania, Karelminor nos Uirhandil on behalf of the combined Havenic Government and the Free and Holy Nation of Velstrania

It is rare that Velstrania feels the need to make impromptu statements to the world at large, with differing content to our usual message regarding the continued fight against tyranny worldwide. Although this fight continues, a new enemy risks destroying us literally from the inside out. Like the tyrant, KN-755B moves in a way we cannot see, is hard to guard against and risks turning families and friends against each other and governments against their own citizens. I am making this plee today that the nations around the world do not allow this to happen. It would be highly distressing to us all, I am sure, if this virus was defeated yet, as it dies the shadow of tyranny is allowed to cover formerly free and prosperous states.
I am aware that some nations have announced 'lockdown' measures to combat the spread of this virus. Velstrania is unable to do so; nations have closed their borders, however Velstrania is unable to take this step. Our constitution has set out, and the courts have supported, the fact that it is the right of every Velsturman to travel the world at his or her leisure: for this reason, an attempt to go down the path that many have taken would result simply in a judgement contravening these measures. It is therefore impossible for Velstrania to follow nations around the world in this way. Furthermore, we have been informed by authorities across the Greater Vakolicci Haven that despite the fact that these measures are available to their governments, free travel between the nations comprising the Greater Vakolicci Haven is a right guaranteed under the Havenic act of unity. Velstrania will ensure that other Havenic authorities comply with this act.

Many governments receiving this message will, I am sure, be contemplating adopting draconian measures of their own: I warn them in no uncertain terms not to. Velstrania will take no action to prevent the nations of the world from adopting these policies, however we wish to make it clear that to follow the path of tyranny should never be seen as an acceptable option for a civilised nation to follow. When the tyrant is allowed to soil your minds, only dark and evil thoughts are created that destroy even the sharpest of judgements. To follow the path of the tyrant is to condemn your soul to suffer under his grasp; even in times when the future appears to be without hope, no possible protection is worth abandoning the spirit of liberty for.

Although Velstrania has few confirmed cases at this time, we are offering to do what we can to assist those nations which have been hit the hardest from this outbreak. I do not claim that Velstrania possesses a miracle cure, a vaccine, a magic cure-all medical system that will prevent your citizens from getting infected, or provide quick and risk-free recovery should they become infected. However, it is crucial in times like this that those with most to give give to those in greatest need.
Velstrania is a nation which has long been criticised for hoarding vital medical equipment. I am sure that our purchasing practises, acquiring quantities of this equipment that far outstripped our need has long been viewed as unethical, however I am of the belief that now is the time to open up the stockpiles.
If your country is suffering a shortage and struggling to acquire essential supplies, I implore you to ask. This government is not looking to make money from the hardships faced by other nations: if you ask and we can provide, we will. We are requesting only the cost for transporting this equipment from Velstrania to your facilities as compensation: if your need is urgent or you as a government are unable to meet this cost, these shipments will be free. Velsturman navy assets have been converted into hospital ship facilities for mobile treatment, and where possible our healthcare system will provide much needed emergency assistance to those areas that are hardest hit. I am unconcerned about the previous relationship that the nations in question hagve enjoyed with Velstrania: as this virus cares little for politics, the global response must do likewise.

I am now able to speak of the combined Vakolicci, Velsturman and Celari response to get citizens who are currently abroad for business or pleasure back to Havenic territory. There are over 1 billion Vakolicci, Celari and Velsturman citizens who are outside Havenic territory, excluding those who are permanently settled in said territories. Returning those citizens who wish to return to Havenic territory will prove a difficult process, and the cooperation of all governments will be essential in ensuring that it is completed as smoothly as possible. Due to the lack of passport controls on entry to the Greater Vakolicci Haven, we are unable to make any estimation of the numbers of foreign citizens currently visiting our lands for purposes other than settlement who may be unable to return. We will fully cooperate with all relevant authorities across the world to ensure that everybody is able to return home. In order to aid in combined coordination, the Haven requests that any queries regarding the matter of returning travellers are addressed only to the office of the representative of Velstrania. I repeat that the office of the representative of Velstrania is to be considered as the singular competent authority in dealing with this matter in the Greater Vakolicci Haven: calls directed to the offices of both the Vakolicci Directorate for foreign relations or the Royal Celari foreign office regarding this will be redirected to us. Please save the Havenic government and your citizens time by following this procedure.

Velstrania, Celeria and the Vakolicci Haven recognise the severety of this outbreak and wish to notify all governments that we are hear to assist while we are able. As with matters relating to returning citizens to their home countries, please assume, unless informed otherwise, that this is being coordinated by Velstrania. If medical assistance is required, it will come from all over the Haven however all coordination is being carried out from Velstrania.

With hope and commitment in this troubling time,
- Karelminor

by **Main Nation Ministry** » Sat Apr 11, 2020 8:54 pm

Video Conference Hall, Undisclosed Location, Main Nation Ministry

While Dorbi Truman was put in the safehouse at the Ministry building, he was still available to give orders towards officials at the Ministry of Foriegn Relations for Dr. Klaso, Terata, and Limona. Several soldiers in hazmat garb and combat armor had them escorted to a conference hall in an empty part of the nation. At each chair of the conference hall, a video screen showing government officals at their webcams or monitors were present. A large monitor at the end of the hall was set up for the Leader, though it appeared he was offline at the moment, yet he could be eavesdropping. The doctors sat at empty chairs in the conference hall, as Truman flipped through some documents before he introduced the doctors.

"Dr. Ferol Klaso, Dr. Anima Terata, and Dr. Maga Limona have arrived. They are from the Golden Throne or from the nation of The Macabees, as my data shows. I do wanted to meet in person, however social distancing is everything." Truman said on the monitor, as Doctor Isaac Robins pipped in. "Even though, we have provided a facility near the Ministry of Science, we still can't expose foriegners to some of our government secrets. I hope you understand that Mr. Klaso." Robins explained at his end of the monitor, as he was in the Ministry of Science. "While we can't have you access our labs in the Ministry of Science, we managed to set up the basement labs and an outdoor tent lab for your convenience." Truman explained. "Robins. Let them the rundown of what has happened so far."

"Right.." Robins started to get his data to explain. "We had identified strains of KN755-B1 from an individual from the country of Raffia. Raffia is outside of Main Nation Ministry, however it still belongs to the Ministry of Regions. Our individual had returned from a business trip from where we guess to be the Golden Throne. Individual was infected, however since the incubation period didn't kick in before the first symptoms, he had already contaminated the whole airport in Raffia."
"Our current objective however is to stabilize the infected in our nation. Our citizens are of more importance. Especially higher ups, like the Princess." Truman explained.
"Right. I had done extensive research into this virus. I had autopsied a victim to the virus of KN755-B1. The virus strikes at the internal organs. Causes of death are shown to be a mixture of septic shock, necrosis, total organ failure, and the shutdown of the brain. Due to the nature of the virus, it manifests itself as the common cold or flu. It's dangerous, due to it's unpredictability. We had dealt with worst viruses, however this threat is something that has already claimed lives. Which leads me to my next info to discuss.."
"On XX/XX/XX, several citizens who were fisherman somehow were exposed to some sort of...new virus. Not KN755-B1. This virus that Robins explained to me is different to the KN755-B1. New types of symptoms, but the same goal as the other virus. To kill the host."
"TSSK-78. This virus has more warning signs than KN755-B1. Warning signs include sores and cysts, vomiting, fatigue, diarherra... This virus doesn't strike at the organs. It strikes at the brain and immune systems. It makes them go haywire. The immune system undergoes hypersensitity and damages the body. There is cases of pulmonary edema, but it's the mental state of the victim that kills them. The body will undergo ataxia, but the victim will suffer from heavy depression and insanity, as the virus damages the brain. The cause, as we tried to obtain testimonies, is that it appeared to be an extraterrestrial pathogen.

This information was given to Team Klaso. However, how were they going to process stopping this?

"That isn't all. We do have some solutions? Or really ways of prevention." Robins continues to explain. "By promoting an active and healthy lifestyle of typical nutrition and exercise, it lowers the chance by a bit. Alcohol appears to be hamper effects of viruses, where we are currently experimenting with white blood cells from sexual activites to see if there is a solution to this madness."
"Robins. The demons?"
"Right! Some of our citizens are...demons, basically. They appear human, however their true forms are concealed from causing fear and panic. Demons cannot die by any means, except by means of holyness. Demons are currently acting as carriers. So even if they do have the virus and are suffering from it, they are passing it down to people around them. We cannot use the cells or DNA for the cure. We tried that...and things didn't go so well.."

"Look. I know you're all seem overwhelmed with information, but this is somewhat of a pandemic for us. The Leader wants to find a cure immediately to preserve this government at it's finest. He will not tolerate tomfoolry. Now, as I know for a fact that this will happen, please explain to us your questions." Truman said to Team Klaso.

by **Eitoan** » Sun Apr 12, 2020 1:42 pm

To: Cari Kier, Secretary, Eitoan Department of Health

From: Bertram Wyvag, M.D., Chair, Panooly Virus Research Task Force.

Subject: Weekly Progress Report: KN755-B1 Panooly Virus Medical Remedy Section

Here is a summary of the leading candidates for accelerated testing and implementation at current time. You will be advised of changes to status for these on a real time basis.

I. Candidate Vaccines

A. Non-replicating viral vector platform: Northern Continental Vaccine Institue.

B. Replicating Viral Vector: Gnuf University/FVH Pharma

II. Symptom Alleivants

A. Belaxavir Mrebox Variant N: Vdraf Biotech

B. Belaxavir Mrebox Variant Ab: Medical College of Kelso

C. Oseletamvir WI: Vdraf Biotech

At this time it is premature to release an assessment of the cost and benefit of the candidates in terms of likely relief from KN755-B1 or "the biggest bang for the Quada".

by **Eothasia** » Sun Apr 12, 2020 1:50 pm

^{Follows from Macabee's post here}

by **Palmyrion** » Mon Apr 13, 2020 12:29 am

"One may not have noticed, but even the healthcare system of Palmyrion is geared towards mass casualty management in the context of total warfare. Their counterpart to the American CDC - the Palmyrian Centre for Disease and Epidemiology - is essentially a military-focused biosecurity agency masquerading as a civilian healthcare authority. All of their biomedical research, development, and manufacturing assets - both private and public - are dual use; it can be used for civilian biomedical research and use...or for the production of biological weaponry. Even agricultural research takes into account the morbidly real and harrowing possibility of biowarfare in a rough, multipolar world, as Palmyrion joins the ranks of the global community's heavyweights and superpowers."

-Vera Grey, "Healthcare and Biosecurity in Palmyrion", Commonwealth News Service

Listen...as pestilence spreads its arms.

Royal Citadel, Aragon, D.C.
Royal Palmyrian League of Confederated States
April X 2030, D+16 (Day 17) KN755-B1 Pandemic

The Lakambini folded the newspaper closed as she internalised the gravity of the outbreak happening right now in some far-flung territory in central Greater Dienstad. The Confederated League had its own share of epidemics during the decade; first, it was COVID-19 - thought to have originated from Wuhan, China - in 2020, which prompted a lockdown of the entirety of Palmyrion and the subsequent economic stagflation it caused for the rest of the year, and which prompted the Biosecurity Act 2020 to be rushed to force. Second was the 2024 Black Pneumonia Epidemic which originated in northern Palmyrion, then in the process of a ten-year rebuilding process after the Troubles of 2009-2018 - and one that tested the Biosecurity Act 2020 to its limits, exposing its severe shortcomings and stellar excellencies in equal measure as it killed 10 million across Palmyrion in the span of two years, and one that lead to a series of amendments on 2027 in light of the Pneumonic Plague epidemic.

And now this.

This was a viral pathogen that hadn't been identified yet, though coming from the same place from which KN755 originated from made it ring even more alarms in the Palmyrian biosecurity community than it did in even Holy Panooly. Talk of the town was that it was most likely a mutation of the KN755 virus, though this speculation was met with equal parts skepticism. Nevertheless, either way, Palmyrion geared up its biosecurity measures should the virus set foot on Palmyrion. But this would require international collaboration, a means of "early warning" from its neighbours first and foremost. Friends take care of friends, and the first thing she did was to summon the Ambassadors of Holy Marsh, the Golden Throne, and Romandeos to Palmyrion to her office to talk about the situation at hand. Especially Romandeos, which was the Union country closest to Holy Panooly, as it was the easternmost country on the Union mainland states of Palmyrion, Holy Marsh, and Romandeos - and of course the Macabeeans, who were the overlords of the Satrapy of Holy Panooly. She intended to talk to them about the situation, and negotiate about collaboration.

OFFICE OF THE PALMYRIAN SOVEREIGN
Throne Room, Royal Citadel, Aragon, D.C.
Royal Palmyrian League of Confederated States

XX APRIL 2030

OFFICE OF THE MARSHITE AMBASSADOR TO PALMYRION
Union Administrative Complex, Aragon, D.C.
Royal Palmyrian League of Confederated States

CC: Macabeean Ambassador to Palmyrion; Romandean Ambassador to Palmyrion
Dear Ambassadors,

The situation in Holy Panooly regarding a viral outbreak is rapidly deteriorating, and its potential for international spread alarms Palmyrion. We are preparing ourselves for this viral outbreak as per Biosecurity Act 2020, and I hope to personally talk with you in my office so we can negotiate collaboration efforts.

Consider this as a summon. I thank you for your time and for your consideration of my request, and look forward to hear from and talk with you.

Sincerely Yours,
[digitally signed]
Lakambini Elizabeth the Commoner
Monarch and Sovereign of the Confederated League
Royal Palmyrian League of Confederated States

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Aragon Sanitarium, Aragon, D.C.
Royal Palmyrian League of Confederated States
April X 2030, D+24 (Day 25) KN755-B1

Everything went down quickly.

It only took 4 days from the declaration and implementation of a standardised policy of contact tracing and localised lockdowns on known areas with verified cases before the first of people came in droves with high fevers, profuse coughing (and a few with haemoptysis), loud sneezing, and suicide-inducing headaches, alongside dry heaving.

A nurse frantically swung open the doors of one of the emergency rooms of the Aragon Sanitarium as yet another patient of KN755-B1 was rushed in, suffering from severe shortness of breath, fatigue, nasal obstruction, and haemoptysis, coughing in between short, laboured breaths as he was transported via stretcher to the emergency room, a battery-operated respirator helping him breath as best as it could. The emergency room was a total pandemonium; whilst nurses, doctors, and other hospital staff criss-crossed the emergency room here and there, fleet-footedly shuffling around documents, medicines, and equipment, to one side was a crowd of civilians, possibly the companions of the patients, being blocked by two security guards, the crowd of civilians pleading to be let through to console their ailing loved ones.

"Parang awa na po! Palampasin niyo po kami!" (Have mercy! Let us through!) "Kamusta na po yung anak ko?" (How is my child?) "Gusto ko lang makasama girlfriend ko! Pasang-awa naman!" (I just want to accompany my girlfriend! Have mercy!) - pleaded several members of the crowd among the cacophony of stretcher wheels, frantic footsteps, and staff chatter here and there from the emergency room staff, the crowd having been huddled to an area that wouldn't block any of the entrances to the emergency room whilst keeping them away from the patients.

"Pasensya na po, di po talaga kayo pwedeng palampasin, baka mahawaan po kayo." (Sorry, but you are not allowed to pass through, you may get infected.) one of the guards sternly declared among the cacophony of the civilians - but it was futile anyways, as the crowd's groaning only became louder.

"Di ko naman sila hawakan. May mask naman po kami. Pasang-awa na po." (We won't touch them. We have masks. Please have mercy.) one of them pleaded back, to which the crowd pleaded the same in approval, and the guards answered a succinct "Kahit pa, hindi po talaga pwede, ayaw namin maging kampante." (Even then, it's not really allowed, we don't want to be complacent).

A patrolling CDF trooper assigned to the hospital came in to help dissuade the crowd into finally complying with the guards to not be allowed to be near their loved ones who had been infected. Speaking into a megaphone and aided by his imposing figure, he said "Kung maari po ay lahat ng mga kasama ng mga pasyente ay lumabas at humintay na lamang po. Para lamang ito sa inyong kapakanan kaya mag-cooperate na po kayo. Salamat po." (May the companions of the patients please exit and wait. This is for your safety so please cooperate. Thank you.)

Meanwhile, the nurses and the doctors, themselves put in high alert as was the rest of Palmyrion's healthcare services in light of the outbreak possibly setting foot on Palmyrian soil, were systematically shuffling around orders and equipment as they moved quickly to treat the cases pouring into the hospital.

"Ichan, we will definitely have to admit this patient, i-IV na natin siya tapos i-transfer sa isolation sector, stat." an ER doctor expressed his intentions to a nearby nurse to admit the patient into the isolation sector prepared just two days prior.

"Yes, doctor." the nurse replied, immediately moving to get equipment needed to hook up an IV line for the patient - whilst everyone was also going to do the same. Before going to get the IV line equipment, Christian (who went by the nickname of Ichan) went to the ER station and talked to the nurse on station. "Colleen, bigyan mo ng wheelchair si Doc Bassig, i-aadmit ang pasyente niya sa Isolation sector." (Colleen, give Doctor Bassig a wheelchair, their patient will be admitted to the isolation sector.) Christian ordered her to get a wheelchair, to which she responded "I'll get to it."

Not before long, Christian was able to get a pre-packaged set of IV line equipment - tubing, a half-litre bag of IV fluid, an IV needle, and all - and get it to his patient, whilst a wheelchair stood nearby on standby to transport the patient to the isolation sector. Once the IV line was finished and the patient stabilised, the patient was brought to the isolation sector.

All the patients had IV lines hooked to them and stabilised before being admitted to the isolation section, and the emergency room was sanitised in preparation for the next wave of patients coming through.

April X 2030, D+25 (Day 26) KN755-B1 Pandemic

BIOCON CASE YELLOW DECLARED | COORDINATE WITH LGUS DURING LOCALISED LOCKDOWNS AND QUARANTINES | KEEP AWARE OF SCHEDULED MASS DECONTAMINATION EFFORTS | BE AWARE OF SUSPECTED AND CONFIRMED CASES IN YOUR AREA

by **The Macabees** » Fri Apr 17, 2020 5:03 pm

Uncharged Eastern Jungles, Territory of Nuevo León
Follows from Eothasia's post, here.

"A ceasefire?" spat the guerrillas' leader. He looked toward his men, and, suddenly, he pulled his head back and began to laugh. Finally, he said, "Why would we agree to a ceasefire with the imperialists? This man — he nodded at Leutnant Lokus — "must have filled your head with silly ideas. It is a good thing I like you."

"You asked my name," he continued. "My name is Guillermo Ochoa Fontana, leader of—"

"The Fontana?" interrupted Lokus. "We've been hunting you for years."

Fontana chuckled. "And now you've found me. Not that you'll be able to tell anyone. Anyway, I was speaking to Ms. Peláez here. Please, do not interrupt me again." He said that quite sternly. "I think I shall bring you with me Ms. Peláez, I quite like you and I'd like to continue talking to you."

He waved his hand.

A shot rang from out the jungle. Not a heartbeat later, Leutnant Lokus was on the ground, lifeless. There was a hole in his head where the bullet had gone through. The other guerillas had opened fire almost immediately after the first shot, and there were more than those who had shown themselves. Two imperial soldiers were dead within mere moments. A grenade exploded not too far away and the battlefield was soon covered in smoke.

Fontana had withdrawn his weapon the second the fighting began and it was pointed at Alexis' chest before the Eothasian had time to react. The guerrillero pulled the trigger once, then took Carina's arm and yanked her with him as he returned to his men at the treeline. Almost as quickly as they had arrived, they disappeared.

Bright City, Main Nation Ministry
Follows from MNM's post, here.

Dr. Klaso and his team looked at each other nervously. The symptoms that Mr. Truman was describing sounded familiar.

Turning back to the officials on the various screens in front of him. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you may likely already know, the KN755-B1 is a mutation of a virus that also originated in Holy Panooly. It is the reason why the Golden Throne's troops are there in the first place, to administer a vaccine that we were lucky to develop early. The symptoms you describe sound similar to those of the original KN755 virus, with some differences. However, like the TSSK-78, KN755 causes a breakdown in the nervous system and overwhelms the subject's mental faculties. Unlike your...demons, there were relatively few Panoolies immune to the virus. Between 80 and 90 percent of infected Panoolies are believed to have died as a result, based on data samples collected after the humanitarian operation conducted by my country began. Almost the entirety of the remainder physically mutated, if you will. Their muscles became larger, their skin greyer, and despite the devolution of their intellectual capabilities, other senses and faculties were heightened."

"We have live specimens available for study at Farmaketika's labs," added Dr. Limona. "We can bring one here, if you'd like."

Dr. Klaso nodded. "Yes, yes, she is right. We can share vaccine data for the KN755, as well. Perhaps ours will hold clues for the vaccine against TSSK-78."

"What steps have you taken to contain TSSK-78?" It was Dr. Terata who asked. "How do we know it hasn't left the country? And, what is our role here? What data will you be sharing with us? How are we to help if we don't have the same level of visibility as your scientists?"

Aragon, D.C., Palmyrion
Follows from Palmyrion's post, here.

"A summons," said Jogornos Arn Nerfol, as he read the Palmyrian letter aloud.

Nerfol had been the head of the imperial embassy to Palmyrion for years, although his job was much more mundane than one would think given everything that went on in Palmyrion. Known for its civil conflicts, Palmyrion was a hotbed of international activity. But, as a member of the Romani-Marsh Union, the Imperial Bureaucracy had always seen it better to treat with the Marshite government instead and leave Palmyrion to the multinational government which purported to govern it. But, that policy suddenly changed, as it was the Palmyrian queen who requested the presence of both Macabéan and Marshite diplomats in their capital.

At first, the Palace of Nipotas — the nexus of imperial diplomacy, in Fedala — had deferred to the kríerlords, given the status of who had sent the diplomatic cable. Much to Nerfol's surprise, the Imperial Bureaucracy instead insisted that the local diplomat be sent in the kríerlords' stead. That was Nerfol.

It didn't take very long for him to take his aide and head to Queen Elizabeth's "office," as she called it. He arrived along with the Marshite representatives.

Tar Jermán, Province of Sidi Rezegh

Domen Ifrán never thought he'd be looking down and contemplating his own death. Traffic below was in its usual gridlock for four o'clock on a Tuesday. He hadn't expected different really, but the pit in his stomach suggested that he wished there wasn't as many people to witness what he was about to do. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he stepped up to the window's ledge.

I'm not the suicidal type of guy, he thought to himself. But what else can I do? I'm ruined. They've taken my job, they've taken my car, they've taken my dignity. Nothing is left, not even my savings, not even my home. I have nothing.

The truth was that they had taken almost everything from him. 'They,' of course, was DíenBank's small business subsidiary Kapit Marza. Based on the recommendations of Garos, Garos, and Hermán, Kapit Marza had pulled its backing for the Banking Union of Tar Jermán, a regional banking institution servicing the city of Tar Jermán and the surrounding suburbs and towns. Garos, Garos, and Hermán, better known as GGH, was a clearinghouse and its "recommendation" was made by means of ejecting the Banking Union of Tar Jermán from GGH's union. The clearinghouse cited a series of obscure rules to legitimize the unilateral cessation of their responsibility for the financial sanity of the Banking Union of Tar Jermán. With no protection from GGH in the form of bailout security, and with no more financial backing from Kapit Marza, the board of the Banking Union of Tar Jermán found themselves needing to reduce their immediate liabilities. And that was how Domen Ifrán, the chief of operations across all branches, found himself with no job, no company-provided car, and soon enough no home.

His eyes did not open as he bent his knees slightly, preparing to jump. Below, someone must have seen him, because there were shouts. He opened his eyes to look at the people congregating below. Tears started to well up in his eyes. It's time to jump. His knees bent slightly.

Domen felt his feet leave the ground as he let go.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed on to his arm from behind and pulled him down back into his office.

"What the hell are you doing, sir?" It was Margaret Gargún, his pretty aide heh had hired a few months back. She had been let go too. What was she still doing here?

He asked as much. "What the hell are you still doing here? I thought you left hours ago? Go, go, you deserve to get out of here. The way they let you go. The way they let me go! Disgraceful! You, you are young, Ms. Gargún. I am an old man, an old man with nothing left. Leave me be. I have no other choice." He pushed her away as he turned back to the window.

"Nonsense," she snapped. "You're fifty-four, sir. You have your whole life ahead of you. Imagine how your wife would feel if you died! Imagine what your son would think!"

Domen's eyes fell to the ground. "My wife is leaving me."

"Oh," she replied. "Well, then think of your son. He would surely miss you."

"Where will he visit me? She'll take the house in the divorce. She'll take my money, my retirement, everything. I'll be left bare-boned, freezing and dying in the wind. If my son saw me so utterly humiliated he would lose any ounce of respect for me that he may still have left. Let him remember me as I was before this moment, not as I was after."

"He won't remember you for anything but this moment." Her eyes were locked on to his. She said, "Snap out of this. Come, collect your things. Put them in the box."

She helped him organize his belongings into a cardboard box sitting on the table. Then, she waited for him to follow her to the elevator and then took him to his car in the parking lot. Watching him drive away, she shook her head. Looking back at the building, she sighed. That was the last time she'd ever be in that office, she realized. Turning her head to the street, where cars honked, people shouted, and the wafting smells collected to create the scent of a city, she looked ahead at the opportunities to come.

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