Yukon Begins [IC | Region Only]

[Onza]

FOR MEMBERS OF THE UNIFIED COALITION OF NATIONS ONLY

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Geographical Map - Elevation

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The year is the 20th of the 5th Era (20 5e), several years after tragedy befell Planet Enkon, and all nations that inhabited it. Following an unexpected cosmic change, the climate of the planet was altered drastically, and a series of natural disasters forced former superpowers to abandon their cities and sail the infinite frontier of outer space. While different nations arrived at different times - some not at all - the more recent years have been spent rebuilding infrastructure on the new planet, Planet Yukon. However, at the dawn of a new era, alliances will be formed, wars will be declared, nations will rise and fall, but one thing remains true: the new nations will fight to preserve their new international community, the Unified Coalition of Nations.

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Major Nations

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Promethius Prime, 46566, Unibearia, New Wolfeinstein, Caisus, Cyrellican, Herargon, Airatania, United States of Minecraftia, OES Zaphiron, Thalmath, Earth Empire, New Lahui, St Saratoga, Onza, Nedea, New Toola, Vvarden, Croxoco, Newwald, Moarfall, Desolaas, Welsh Cowboy,


Places to Visit

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Songjin in the Southern Union, Arcadia

Great Pyramids, Onza

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New Rovstad, Unibearia

Arkin City, New Wolfeinstein

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New Erriel, Vvarden

The Dying Lion, Ajerrin

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People to Meet

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Madeline Ward, President of Airatania

Kenneth Simmons, Chief Elder of New Toola

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Mr. Arviks, CCB Chair, New Wolfeinstein

Khalil Sayyid, President of Onza

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More coming soon...

[Nedea]

Orbit Around Planet Yukon...

Isaac Ned looked out the viewport. He had only been 28 during the collapse of the planet and now he was 68, he was an old man, spending most of his life in space looking for their new home. It was amazing he was still the chairman of UNDO, the major corporation that lifted Nedeans off the planet. The majority shareholders died off a long time ago and he managed to scoop up the stock before others could. He had an immense fortune, incalculable wealth from generations of Neds and even further back when they were Nedarean. A countless fortune, yet he had no heir. Isaac spent so many years in space and partied so much he never got a chance to make a family. Now the Ned name would end with him. There were other bloodlines tied to the Ned name. The chamberlains are distant relatives to the Ned family. Even Gold Kredit, the great grandfather and founder of the Kredit was related. And then there was Patrick Ned, Isaac Ned's 1st cousin, once removed, but he went missing years ago when Isaac's Cousin Howard Ned was murdered.

Chamberlains, Kredits and possibly a Ned that went missing. All with an equal claim to the Ned Family Fortune.

Isaac thought to himself. He didnt even know the Kredit value of everything he earned and inherited. Last he checked was 45 years ago and it was already in trillions at that point. Several Trillion Kredits. Wow he thought. Whoever could claim that would be the wealthiest person on this new world. Perhaps he should hide his wealth he thought...

Touchdown...

It was difficult, but by the joint efforts of both Nedea and saratoga, their long time friend and ally, they breached the atmosphere and landed on the planet. The saratogans not so far away. This was their new home, a chance to make history. The ships had already begun transforming into settlements and civilians had begun working and establishing themselves.

"Nows my chance" Thought Isaac. He opened up one of his vaults on board his capital ship, The Portfolio, he saw an endless amount of gold, silver, diamonds, jewelry, artworks, nutella and countless other gems and precious metals, but what he saw in the highest abundance was the most valuable items in the universe. Kredits. Billions and Billions of stacks of cash lined the walls. He ordered his most trusted guards to take the majority of the loot and hide it. Hide it where no one would ever have to deal with the burden of such wealth.

His guard saluted, took the majority of the treasure and took to the stars once again. There was still a pretty penny left to be had he thought. Isaac then went to his bedchamber and took out an old fashion pen and paper and wrote the following:

To Whom it may concern,

Family Ned has amassed an enormous fortune over the years of its existence. Since our original father, Alaxander Nedarean, the Ned's have been in the business of making money. And now it would seem that time is over. With no children to call my own I have no hier. Out of the bloodline I can give my fortune away to the Chamberlains, a notable Saratogan family that shares blood with the Ned Family. I could give it to the Kredit Family, who our families became one after Jessibelle Kredit married into the Ned family. Or I could give it to my long lost 1st cousin, once removed who went missing countless years ago.

However, I have had most of my fortune hidden for no one man should contain that much wealth. It is at an undisclosed location but since I can't resist a good treasure hunt, Ill give you a hint.

Seen at dusk and seen at twilight,
She was able to shine,
For Her love died every night.
Their paths, circled like time.

As for who shall receive the remainder of my wealth. I have no choice but to give it to-------

New Mark Hospital

Isaac Ned lay dead on the stretcher. Dead before he even hit the floor of his bedroom. The doctors unable to revive him he was laid to rest.

"Chief, we found this on his desk." The lieutenant handed a document to the police chief. "Looks like the old mans will. We better find those people."

The Chief looked at the paper. "I heard the Ned fortune was worth Trillions. Get the living relatives on the phone. We are gonna be in for a ride."

[Unibearia]

Second!

[St Saratoga]

New Rogerbei, Saratoga -

"Dear Husband,

I am so worried about this nations future. This nation is divided between money verses freedom. Part of the nation is old money and old ways. The other half is a wave of nedean like youth who are all willing to what nessesary to get rich fast. I have to side with the old saratogans. They want to keep it the same it was on NCON.

Prime Minister Strobel is get rich fast. We will have our clashes but i am determined to stop the wave of corruption from stealing freedom from this nation. Construction of new cities and interstates is heavily underway. The time to take over is now.

Love,

Queen Catherine Durant."

[Cyrellican]

High Minister Dekelna Zikier Argia stood at the bridge of the "Nova Gartilivash" Flagship of the Cyrellicish exodus armada, she had been in charge of the fleet as Acting Prime Minister while Sir Perzivalh waited in stasis, for what must have been forty years now. Time didn't mean much to her anymore, as a Muertlan Cyrellici the sands of time seemed to avoid her like water breaking against a rocky shore. She must have been approaching her one hundredth birthday, but she didn't show a line of age. Staring out towards a planet in the distance, beautifully silhouetted by the sun coming from behind it, a vigour ran through her that she had not felt in decades. "Is that the planet we were getting transmissions from?" The navigator covered in electronic equipment nodded eagerly. "That is our new home." Smiled. "I will break the populace from stasis." She hurried down the dimly lit corridor towards a featureless metal door, inside were the stasis pods of the royal family. Walking towards a panel she input a code and the capsules began defrosting, the doors slowly opened. Sir Perzivalh stepped out first, followed by Aethra and Alexia. "Are we there?" Said the Prime Minister distantly, rubbing his eyes. "We have arrived at our new home." Dekelna said comfortingly, the Prime Minister looked slightly shocked to hear her voice. "I trust you kept Cyrellican intact during my absence?" Queen Alexia smirked visibly. "Indeed I have, for forty years." The Prime Minister looked dumbfounded. "By the Embettin Dekelna, you kept out of stasis for forty years?" Smiled. "And I would do it again, gladly." The High General of Caisus stepped forward, adjusting her mask. "Has the Commonwealth arrived safely?" "Most certainly, we will be joining them shortly." High Minister Dekelna turned to the Prime Minister. "Will you come with me to address the people?" Perzivalh smiled. "Oh Dekelna, you have kept this ship running for longer then I have been alive, I will address them, but you shall be first." The High Minister hesitated, "are you certain that-" "You first Dekelna, you first." Perzivalh turned to Aethra. "Soon we will be home, my love, what is past will remain past, the future will become present and soon tragedy will fade to legend." There was a pause. "I have seen this happen before Perzi, and I could not agree more." They held hands for a moment. "Do make the speech good, Perzi, you wouldn't want to be voted down the second we step off this ship." The Prime Minister chucked, "I will try my best."

Good day people of Nova Gartilivash, of the whole fleet, Muertlan, Cyrellicish, and Netherites alike, good day. This is High Minister Dekelna Zikier Argia. For many of you this is the first time you have been conscious in decades, your last faded memories of a dying world beyond hope of repair, abandoned in a hasty attempt to preserve life. You will remember planet Enkon, our home for millennia, you will remember good times and bad times, all behind us now. Now, just as we crest into the 28th century, a new planet is found, on this day the we find our destiny. Here is Prime Minister Sir Perzivalh Teniik.

Thank you High Minister. Hello children of the Urhiran sea, Deaads and Kinjas, Netherites and Tenji, Cyrellicish and Muertlans. As you know, we have found a planet, the first arrivers are calling it Yukon. It is habitable, with a climate much akin to Enkon. It has it's own flora, fauna, rolling hills and soaring mountains. It is now that I look back to a segment from the first Intiliextrizon, when the homeship lands on Enkon. "We have come here, to this great world. Leaving behind us the past, and looking forward to the future. We have made great sacrifice to come here, though in the end I see now it was worth it." I see great parallels now drawn between the arrival on Enkon, and now the arrival on Yukon. I hope that our future generations will prosper as we did, that this may be our home. Thank you.

The transmission cut out as the fleet began to enter the atmosphere.

[Promethius Prime]

Tye surveyed the scene before him, a wild and untamed planet that had not seen human habitation, he looked upon it with a sad smile. Approaching 120 now and nearing the end of his natural lifespan he was old enough to remember clearly the beginning of the end and the end of the end, he remembered what had been and what was lost and it brought a tear to his eye - yet as he looked upon the natural beauty of this world he had hope for the future.

The Old World, for they did not speak its name any longer, had been a foster home for them to begin with. Billions had lived there, nations had thrived, risen and collapsed and constant waves of migration as well as the swelling native population had created a global dynamic so unique and so beautiful. Of course they should have known it couldn't last. Tye couldn't recall if it had been the depletion of resources, the natural disasters or the rampant political strife which had come first - all their better efforts had come to a very final end however. Some had realised the need to escape, some had foreseen what would happen and had decided that only one course remained, to take to the stars once more and find a new home.

They had looked back as their shuttles fled the dying world with sadness, it had been their home and though it had ceased to offer the comfort and security of one for many it was all they had had. So the exodus began, billions of people packed into vast colony ships which varied from the sleek and highly advanced, to the heavy clunkers, to the ragged and ramshackled last minute constructs. 40 years they had travelled, 40 years in the barren desolate and empty whorls of space and now there it was, a faint blue and green dot first visible on the screens of the forward scanners. Yukon in all its majesty.

It seemed perfect, a land without limits, a new world in which to build and learn from the mistakes of the past. Who cared now where they had come from or why, all that mattered was the future and what they would make of it.

[Unibearia]

Julio looked at the planet from his capital ship, the majestic landscape gave him watery eyes. He had been in stasis for the last 60 years, yet he looked like he hadn't aged a day past his 19th birthday. He remembered how his father, Yuri. had sacrificed himself just to get 5 more people on to the ships. Unibearia was in turmoil when the 4 year winter hit Unibearia, temperatures hitting -60 degrees celsius, famine and civil war was plaguing the nation. Then the fleet finished and some 500 million Unibearians were chosen to board the ships, but the King decided to get an additional 50 million. He was shot by a revolutionist.

Julio walked the bridge of his monstrous capital ship. Hundreds of other Unibearian ships also fallowed. All the ships were designed to be colonial, they had limited offensive capabilities. His capital ship contained the military equipment that could be salvaged and brought, most of the blueprints and hundreds of data holocrons. He could tell that he wasn't the only nation that discovered the Planet Yukon, as the Arcadians have also made a presence. He looked at his captain.

"Try and make contact.... Tell them we are the Bearian Dominion, or, what is left of it.."

He had sent some recon droids to scan the planet for resources and to test the air quality... Soon, he would send his first scouting party in the north..

His mother, Dinakka, was still in mourning from his father's sacrifice but, it would show the world that Yuri was indeed, a heroic wolf.

[Vvarden]

"Have we arrived?" President Derrik asked with a wheezy voice. He was now approaching 85 years and he was one of the few that did not go into stasis. Not by overcrowding, but choice. Dax went into hibernation, while Johans cared and brought up their child, Erriel. Erriel was tossed to the President by a homeless mother, just as the ship door was about to close. She remained behind.
The hibernation units were graciously given by the most unexpected nation, Unibearia. Johans didn't know if they survived, but if they did, he would not forget it.
"Yes, my love. We've made it." His husband, Daxtarian Oryn replied.
The main door opened and the President walked out, by Daxtarian. Johans was now old, but his country still had faith in him. He still maintained his 88% approval rating but it had started to lower the older he got. He had high hopes of breaking the big 130, and becoming a saint in the eyes of Vvarden. He was one though. After all, he saved a baby from the ruins of Enkon. In madness he organised the country and got many to safety.
Daxtarian and Johans stopped when they saw the horizon. They had arrived at sunrise, and frankly, they were staring at it. A new dawn. Vvarden's dawn. Our dawn.

[Onza]

Jordan al-Maliki gazed upon the stunning celestial creation that the Onzaian Space Fleet happened upon through the thick layer of Plexiglas that separated him from the cold, dark abyss of outer space. It was an unfortunate series of events, to say the least, that led him to where he now stood, one that would not be easily forgotten.

While there is no honing down the cause of the greatest exodus in Onzaian history to a single factor, there were a few, select things that contributed to the move far more than others. It began on a dark night, when late-night television that nobody was likely watching was interrupted with an alarming tone - one that was last sounded when the ancient Onzaians that inhabited planet Endiyu were forced to abandon it. Many awoken and were instantly drawn to their televisions, others, believing it to be a drill, rolled over and continued sleeping. It was quickly followed by then-President André Lamar assuming a podium a with a very grave look on his face.

"Citizens of the United Democratic Emirates," he began, "there has been an unfortunate occurrence out of the control of humanity that will -." The speech was ended abruptly by the national power outage that ensued, one that would continue all the way until the people of the Old World abandoned their homes to sail for the cosmos.

News traveled by way of battery powered communication devices that still managed to function. Water supplies were depleted, the weather grew increasingly extreme, and many cities were left uninhabitable by earthquakes and droughts. It was then decided that all Onzaians were to make their ways to then-capital city, Akhmis, for planetary evacuation. Many drove their cars for as long as they could, but were forced to ultimately abandon them whether due to a lack of power for their vehicles or the massive pileups that resulted from people leaving their vehicles in the streets. Solar powered buses became extremely expensive to ride, and only the wealthy and powerful were able to secure rides to Akhmis. Many former cities became death traps as crime grew out of control, supplies diminished, and exits were sealed by the long lines of abandoned vehicles. Even walking was made impossible by the congestion.

When people arrived in Akhmis, however, they weren't immediately led to a ship to board. Space was tight, and after the first few ships became full, the government began to institute fees for passengers that would be more expensive to maintain. It began with people with terminal diseases being denied entry, but it quickly escalated to anybody that was not physically fit and did not have a valuable set of skills being denied entry. Violence ensued, and many, in desperation, banded together with arms in an attempt to fight their ways on board the space shuttles. The result was brutal.

Several months passed with space becoming more and more expensive. Families were separated. Friendships destroyed. Being left behind would spell imminent death, and a painful one at that. However, the ships departed weeks before they were said to - a surprise decision made to combat overpopulation - and the planet was abandoned.

Some ships failed to launch, others were attacked by civilians who were being denied entry. However, the majority made it out, and sailed for the stars.

Now, with a blood-filled past and a struggle-filled future, the Onzaians will colonize and build their cities on the new planet, improving upon the mistakes of the past. "It's a beautiful," al-Maliki said to his companions. "This our prime opportunity to become one again."

[Tyvenia]

Trey had just jettisoned his dying uncle out into the void toward their former home, Desolaas-Enkon. It was the final wish from the deadman. Trey had been petitioning the remaining Aristocracy since he had reached the Age of Maturity to stop wasting resources to keep Kray's body from decomposing. But if there was one thing Trey had learned in the last year, it was that Desolaan Customary law was strong.

Now, their new home was showing on their Zen-class sensors. So, with all of the pomp of a deflated balloon, Trey had fulfilled his duties as his uncle's heir and assembled the various nobles for the simple, albeit an obligatory, ceremony. Honestly, Trey still didn't understand the need for clinging to tradition, but today he performed his duties as he did everyday.

Trey knew his uncle never cared much for him. However, Kray never having had any issue of his own, he had adopted his cousin's son and put him forward out of desperation. Just prior to leaving, Kray had successfully engineered the assassination of Margrave Talon Armand, and seized control of the Armies. The Margrave's family, and "House" still existed, but it remained a mere silhouette in comparison. CLAW had been mostly disbanded, but the name kept. Somehow, Kray had claimed it was some sort of preternatural intuition or something equally ridiculous. Trey was a scientist by both inclination and training. He would have been far happier spending his time planning in books and executing in laboratories than pretending to care about tradition and politics.

Nevertheless, he knew it was far better for both himself and Desolaas to accept the role than to reject it and risk some zealot seizing the control of their entire nation. Plus the good he could accomplish in almost complete control over the national budget was enough to send any puritan-scientist atwitter.

More importantly, Trey knew the faithful of the Current, but also the faithful of the Aristocracy, believed that their unique status as "NATIVE" was the reason for their success on Desolaas-Enkon. As far as Trey was concerned, however, the scholars of Caisus and Ajerrin had long ago debunked any notion of Desolaas-Tyvenia as being "NATIVE." He also knew that his arrival on the blank canvas that his scientists were calling Desolaas-Yukon, would give his people hope and help spread the faith of those who were hesitant. The Faithful had been disabused of their pride in Desolaas a generation or two prior... Restoring that faith would cement his position.

[New Toola]

Elder Henry Crane seated himself at the head of the table. Seated along the table were the members of the Council of Elders. Chief Elder Kenneth Simmons was in the hospital. Chief Elder Simmons was nearing 105 and had recently suffered a heart attack. Elder Daniel Parish, Ronald Opkin, and Sam Montgomery had already passed away since their journey in the stars had began. Elder Henry Crane was now the temporary leader of New Toola.

The evacuation of New Toola had been hectic. The New Toolan fleet had been able to bring many citizens aboard. The Council of Elders, New Toolan Senate, and the Mayors were the first to be evacuated. The wealthy class was next and then came the middle class. The fee had been five Kredits initially but soon space became more and more scarce. The price began to rise more and more to the point that many in the poor class revolted. Things got ugly to say the least. New Toolan military forces were forced to put down the resistance and as the ships took off, anarchy ensued in New Toola. There was nothing else known about what happened next but its assumed that the remaining population was wiped out.

Things started out alright initially but the disaster struck the fleet. A small section of the fleet had been caught in a asteroid storm. There were no survivors. Since then the people of New Toola have mourned the loss of its citizens during that day. Today was actually the tenth anniversary of the event.

The Elders around the table had a solemn look on their faces. So many of them hadn't had a break in weeks. The meeting had just ended but many stayed at the table. Elder Crane was the first to stand. He was planning on addressing the people today.

Elder Crane entered his office. The camera crew was already there along with Former Ambassador Cynthia Palmer of the GA. She had since worked with the Council of Elders to maintain order. Elder Crane sat in his chair and the camera man gave Elder Crane the go ahead to begin.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, tonight I would like to address every single New Toolan citizen. We have traveled through space for many years and we have faced great hardship but we have endured. We have traveled through the celestial plains that we have always looked to. This was not the way that any of us thought that we would begin our journey into the unknown but fate had a different plan. Today we mourn the losses of our fellow men and woman who lost their lives ten years ago today. While we feel pain over their loss, we must not forget that we must move forward in our quest for a new home. We will remember them every day through or daily actions. We must treat each other with equal respect. Many who were enemies before our exodus have since bonded through the journey we all now share. I believe that our survival and our endurance is the act of the lord and through the courage of every man, woman, and child who bears this great burden. Our future is uncertain but what is for certain is that we will never forget our faith, our compassion, and our quest for a new home. I have faith that one day we will find our home and when we do, we will begin again. Thank you for your continued support and faith in each other and in your government. We will find our new home. Do not ever forget that."

[Newwald]

Ubenjo played some mad dubs, the ship was coming into range with the target planet. It was time to loop into it's gravitational field. The cockpit of the Walden reeked of marijuana. "Shit man, we're here." Said the pilot. He hastily pulled up the intercom. "Attention citizens of this vessel, we will be heading landfall in thirty one hours. Please turn off your lighters and other devices. The zen monks are going to try and help us land. Stay radical Newwaldians." The captain was wearing a large purple robe and his hair was braided into cornrows. "Fuck me if we have a worse time on this planet, the Qatanarians sadly couldn't afford to build a ship. Fuck 'em anyways." Righteous dub beats played throughout the rickety vessel, the ship was a massive orbitally constructed trashcan. It had a torch engine and a centrifugal wheel.

They were heading in...

[Earth Empire]

Argusians, Imperialism, and Nationalism
The native nations of the planet of Yukon have long lived isolated from one another and in a relative state of peace. The citizens of the Grand Dominion are know as Argusians and for the last 1,000 years have they have built advanced their technology to great heights. Argusian history has been retraced thousands of years to a, traditionally accepted, golden age of technology and a societal utopia. Where are the Argusians from? Are they natives? So they believe.

In this new age, the Argusian people have put themselves, on several planets, constructed several small but advanced starships, and have built, what is accepted by them, as the grandest military of them all. The Grand Dominion’s colors have been raised in many places on Yukon and Parliament members are not considered real men if they are not blatant imperialists.

There is great love of the Argusian fatherland, Redtai- meaning Earth and Zekcari- meaning Empire, in the hearts of every inhabitant of the Grand Dominion. It is they who have advanced science and they who have conquered the planet. Their love of themselves is beyond measure.

All of these ideas will surely come to be tested in near future of the planet. Little do the Argusian people understand of what is yet to come: new peoples, wars, scientific advances, and new history to be written. Everything the people know shall come to be tested and their history will be forged, good or bad, never ending or near ending....

[Unibearia]

The colonization was organized in 3 stages, initial landing, mining and expansion. The initial landing was where the first ships, mostly military, would deploy and establish landing zones and kill off any threat there was to the operation. Whether that is natives or animals, they would have to. The second part would be the landing of the mining ships and the storage ships. The mining ships would land near resource deposits and start extracting them and refining them and the storage ships had food, supplies, and industrial machinery that was able to be packed from the Unibearian home world. Workers would then start building homes, factories and infrastructure. Then the food ships, named from their only purpose of growing food, would land and supply the colony with food and would also expand by building agri-domes. Then, as the demand for more manpower would rise, more stasis ships would land and unfreeze colonists and they would be assigned a job, a home and a partner unless they already have a partner. The last stage was expansion. To occupy the maximum amount of land and resources that the colony could support and maintain. This was essentially what was Tsar Yuri's version of Autarky,

To get maximum production and efficiency of the economy as possible and importing the materials and supplies we need or cannot produce

The hundreds of ships that were used to store the stasis pods would then be scraped for their resources, converted to be used military or landed on the planet and used as a building and their reactors used to produce power.

The Tsar once again looked out his command bridge as the first ships made their descent to the planet. He knew this was a new beginning.

[New Lahui]

Kahu Jamison Kawananakoa Errin opened his eyes for the first time today doing the same thing he’s done for the past twenty two years, six months and nine days on the Colonial Ship Lahui-1: cursing the people who put him in this position.

Getting out of bed, Jamison let out a grunt as he looked at the star calendar on the large porthole. It was his sixty-first birthday.

“Some Kahu I’m turning out to be,” he said angrily, walking into the sonic shower.

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On the Last Day, as many now call it, Jamison and his wife Miranda took an early morning jog on the suburban streets of Pearl when the winds picked up. But these winds carried a strange scent with it.

Sulfer.

A tremor brought them both to a halt. Common in these parts but this one lasted longer than normal. A glance at the ancient volcano in the northwest and they both knew one thing.

Pele was awake.

Looking at each other with concern, both Miranda’s and Jamison’s earbuds notified them of a call. Lahuna Ta, President of the royal state of Lahui appeared on the inside of their sunglasses.

“Jamison, we’ve got global catastrophes happening in ever sector of Enkon right now. I’m sending a chopper to pick you up. We need Red Coral on high alert... This could be a Code Black.”

His job as President and CEO of Red Coral and eldest male of the Errin and Kawananakoa bloodlines authorized Jamison Errin the special title of Caretaker or “Kahu" of Lahui, a title he has held since his fathers death. Red Coral was Lahui’s National Defense Organization. Despite being the red headed stepchild of the Federation’s Military Complex, Red Coral’s military division outfitted every soldier from Mahalo City to Ewa with state of the art equipment. Kohola Space, with help from the Arcadian Allied Industries, developed not only commercial-grade but military-grade starships that were top-of-the-line and selling like hot cakes to dozens of nations in the four quadrants.

By the time Jamison and Miranda arrived at Red Coral HQ the winds were gusting near tropical speeds and the rain was pounding the earth. Tremors were constant and Mount Pele was starting to show anger with the strongest of red hues known to man. News reports showed catastrophic occurrences all throughout Enkon. Then the vidscreens turned dark.

A siren started sounding from community speakers outside as well as the television, a sign everyone should take cover from fear of some natural disaster - earthquake, tsunami or worse. A Federation Eagle came on the screen and the voice on the screen called a first-ever Code Black, an abandon-all-ship type of code that transfers control of all public and private ships in the region into Federal hands for the good of the nation.

Millions heeded the call.

Jamison quickly initiated Operation Nine Stars, an ancient doomsday order for all ships in orbit to start collecting a list of resources and mobilize the military to secure specific bases for the transport of citizens off planet. The plan was developed more than six hundred years ago when the Federation first landed on Enkon, handed down to the leaders of the nations and its military year after year with no expectation of ever using it. As Caretaker, a plan to save the people was always Priority One, but this was not the type of caretaking anyone expected to occur.

In an hour there were tens of thousands of shuttle craft ready to take the willing and able to the ships in orbit. The skies were blackened not by the clouds but from the sky ships in various atmospheres, many of whom were being piloted by Red Coral trained soldiers. With the Stellar Academy only in its first annum, the Federal Council allowed thousands of cadets to train under Red Coral’s banner for the past four years. The Federation might not have a Stellar Navy yet but Red Coral had thousands of stellar naval cadets and officers at their beck and call.

In the midsts of issuing orders from his personal frigate, Honor Bound, calls from the various southern Presidents flooded his eyepiece. Michael Lahone, a second cousin through marriage, was the President of Errinsland. Despite the static, it was clear his voice was horse and angry.

“Jamison… the Federation... they screwed us! They refuse to allow Errinsland transports board Federation starships!”

This was the fourth phone call with the same message in a matter of minutes. Tongoni. New Jersay. Endiko. All national transports denied access to Federation starships.

Calls to Federal Ministers were silent. The lights were off. No one was home.

In a matter of ninety minutes all Federation contact with the people went dark.

At a time when everything was caving in around them, the goddess Pele decided show her face. A tremble shook the citizens of Pearl to their knees, making them aware of her presence. Seconds later, Mount Pele erupted in a shower of red light that shot a half mile into the skies.

Pele was angry.

The Last Day was upon them. Mount Pele erupted with as much scalding, hot lava to cover Pearl and lands around it. Tsunamis were seen from above crashing into the resort cities around the Coral Sea. Fires ravaged cities, sending smoke into the skies that blocked the heavens for miles around.

People fled their homes into the streets. Mass chaos in every city, town and village ensued. Citizens of military cities and commercial hubs had the best chance of survival, as transport ships were

In a final order of distress, Jamison ordered all Red Coral ships and staff to open their bay doors to any and all nations who requested help, Federation or otherwise.

It appeared they were on their own.

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The doors opened.

“Kahu on deck!”

The crew stood quickly to attention.

“At ease, please.”

Walking down to the Chair, Jamison shook the hand of Captain Miriam Aikau.

“Anything to report, Captain?”

Pulling a lei out of a nearby compartment the Captain said, “Other than best birthday wishes to you, Kahu. God’s wishes.”

She kissed his cheek as the crew applauded around them. He was saddened today. This was the fifthteenth anniversary of his wife’s death.

“There’s only one wish…”

An alarm sounded from the navigational desk.

Lieutenant O’noco turned to read the report and said, “Kahu, I think that wish was just granted…”

On the forward screens stood a lush blue planet, filled with large islands and several green continents.

A smile creeped out the side of Jamison’s mouth for the first time in six months.

[Inferno8]

Nice rp.

[Inferno8]

Hi all.

[OES Zaphiron]

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[OES Zaphiron]

The world crumbled around them. The people ran, flew, drove for the dormant Townships resting outside the FAFs of the major cities. The capitol, along with many of the nobility and the Emperor, withdrew into the storage cells of the ship and launched. All over the Empire, similar situations were occuring at each city and town, as the people were forced to realize that they may not make it in time for the launches. Lord Zaph, one of the few nobles to stay behind, ordered the hurried construction of several more ships, in order to carry as many people as possible. Zaphirites, Aquinsterians, Weyroodites, and Remnantfolk of Rotium crowded into these ships with a sense of dread. Zaphirites told their Imperial brethren of the calamity that forced them to come to Enkon, and drove the others to the ships as fast as possible.

Still, it was not enough.

Contact with the UTR was lost in only a second. Ground cities burned, the Imperial fleet sank under waves the height of the sky, and people were pelted to death by head-sized hail. Town-ships launched into the stars on the heading set by allies in a disorganized horde, and they were forced to test the experimental FTL engines that were salvaged from wrecked ships from other countries. Still, so many Imperial people were left behind, forced to bunker down and defend themselves. Up to the last minute, the people on the fleet kept in contact with the people on the planet desperately fighting for their lives, and a beacon was set for any hopefuls that could exit the atmosphere later. Horrified comma officers listened to the screams, the shouts, orders, cries, the havoc that the people experienced on the ground during the fleet's charging sequence. Just before the charging was complete, Lord Zaph sent a message to the Emperor, who had broadcasted it to the entire population of the fleet.

The broadcast spoke in a strangely calm voice, as if nothing were wrong at all...
"Lead them better than i have, my Lord. We'll be along soon. If not in person, then... perhaps in spirit, eh?"

And when the fleet jumped, contact was lost, and the fates of the brave souls trapped upon Enkon remain unknown.

Years later, decades later, the fleet arrived over the planet where they had traced the other Enkonian countries to. The Emperor, who had chosen to sleep in stasis along with the nobility, sent a message to the nation's as he ordered the fleet to land upon the planet.

Hail, planet of Yukon, and old friends all! At long last, the New Zaphirite Empire has returned!

[46566]

A Duchy Arises again
Midgar,46566- So a new Planet has been found and preparations of colonization have begun for the reformed Grand Duchy Of 46566. Like last time the Midgari people through off the shell of a Global Socialist power and reformed itself as a Grand Duchy. Unlike last time no full blood member of the Cranston Family could be found. So the people took it upon themselves to make the Former President of the USS James Reynolds as Grand Duke of the country. The Senate is still around but there is no lower house of the country. Senate seats are held for 6 years and at least a third of the seats are voted on every 2 years. While the population is mostly Midgari there are some Silvans and Hajewikians. Very few Wolfens were allowed on the ships and they were brought into the country as equal members of society. Around 60 thousand Wolfens are still alive and are considered one of the 4 nationalities of the Grand Duchy.At this moment the Grand Duchy is trying to find the right territory to land at and get a good location to begin colonization.

[Vvarden]

The city shone in dusk, windows lighting up the darkness, the unknown savagery of the world. The city, to be fair, was a spaceship, the S.S.S New Vvarden, which had landed down vertically, sections at a time. It was built like that. Contact with other nations was yet to begin, but first, farms need to be made. Already, construction of small communities outside the city had begun, and the planting of crops was to begin soon. They had nestled beside Yukon's biggest freshwater lake, and they were happy. The city was called New Erriel, named not just after the settlement, but also by President Derrik and Daxtarian Oryn's son, Erriel.
And Erriel was about to soon have kids. He had a wife, who was pregnant. Johans and Dax didn't mind.
It felt wierd for Dax at first, having a son that looks older than him, but he grew into it.
The city was bustling when it heard the signal. "Come in, come in. This is the Imperial Dominion of Unibearia, calling any other civilisations."
Within minutes a reply was made. "Greetings, Imperial Dominion. The Grand Republic of Vvarden is here, ready to become friends."
And then came another. An old one. A weak one.
"This is Vvardeni City 3, from Enkon. Is there any other Vvardeni out there?" The signal was clearly old, and was made probably after Vvarden left. It was comforting though, that City 3 remained, safe, underground, with self sustaining water and food. But there was no going back. Ever.
Then another signal came.
"This is the New Zaphronite Empire, awaiting a responce..."
"Anyone out there? This is 46566..."
"This is Onza, seeking a responce..."
Then the communications literally burst with different frequencies, all from new civilisations.

[Caisus]

"The second exile is complete, it would seem", the man in the silver half-mask mutters to himself as he gazes at the planet's surface.

How quickly an entire world fell, so many lost. And yet here we are. Still alive another for another day. I have knowledge that the people of Cyrellican will be joining us. That is good, some friends on this new world.

So much to do. The city-ships of Dolara, Verla, Aldercester, and Sunforge have all survived. Yet again.

We will survive, we will rebuild. We will not let our people fade into oblivion. By the Host, Caisus will survive.

Pressing a button on the device in his hand, Bright begins to speak in a calm voice. "Welcome to our new home, my friends. As many of you know, the Yktians and Galgis also settle on this planet. They are independent. Do not expect the same treatment from them now. The United Commonwealths in no more. But that does not mean we are down and out. We are Caisans! We have survived worse than this! And as such I hereby declare the 2nd Caisan Commonwealth! Do not worry my friends, a new day dawns. And with it our fortunes rise again."

The man sighs, and then turns to the crew manning the bridge behind him.
"Begin our decent. The Masquerade will continue shortly."

[Yktia]

A sheep has left the fold ,
A lamb has left the fray,
We stride towards the pearly gates,
And find we are turned away.
The Truth we learned is damning,
It has led us all astray,
And as madness comes and takes our minds,
We turn and greet the new day.

Are you awake, Mr. Tock? Oh, of course you are! Why wouldn't you be? The time has come! A new world to explore! New people to meet! OHOH new pets to play with!

But they won't take us seriously, no oh. Oh no no, we are merely those insane men across the border. But who cares what they all think? Our reanimation chambers are ready, and we may Play all we want! The board is all set, we merely must pick our starting position.

Our playmates, the Faceless Ones have come as well. They don't want to play with us anymore. Perhaps if only they would uncover their pretty faces they would see? We should make them! Yes! YES! No. No no, that would be rude. Oh so very rude. But fun! And isn't life all about fun? Oh, we are preparing to land? Oh grand, simply GRAND! Aww. The angels of music are singing. It is time for rest. What is that? The big red button? No I do not know what it does, though I am as curious as anyone. Or perhaps more. Oh quiet, Mr. Tock. My little Shadow. We shall be at home soon.

[Tyvenia]

By Order of the Unified Reign of Grand Prince Trey:

All non-essential personnel are ordered to vacate the capital ship Armand X. Vizier Trey has determined that it shall be our initial base of operations as we return to our ancient home, Desolaas-Yukon.

Divisions 3 and 4 are immediately ordered to report to their battle stations or other assignments on the capital ship Armand X and prepare for landing and sentry upon Desolaas-Yukon.

All those scholars who have received their warrant officer ranks with a combat designation are hereby requested and ordered to report to the capital ship Armand X, in preparation to organize and lead their research teams upon the Desolaas-Yukon's full security.

[Herargon]

The air was rough and unbreathable. People struggled to walk and coughed, and some already began to die after being exposed to a brief glare of the sun.
''...Expected will be that The soldiers closed the doors and let a brief tear go away, before flying away from the planet that they loved to live on, called Enkon. But now a new hope rises.. they turned and flow away into the immense time-space continuum, onwards to their new future on that planet reserved for the Unified Coalition of Nations...