After a prolonged absence, Free Terra returns to the limelight in October of 2075. This time the behemoth polices a neighbor and thorn-in-the side in the form of Isposito, a hardline "Aztec Revanchist" Far-Right Government to the south of the Great Federal Republic. As both the Superpower of the GFRFT and the Southern Rogue State possess all variety of Weapons of Mass Destruction, the goal of any who still have a conscious is to spare the populace of all North America from irreparable damages.
This will explore briefly themes visited in prior PMT threads, but after almost a decade of retrospect, I will be going forth without the previous players of African and Eurasian interest. This will be an attempt to reboot and rebrand the Free Terra in 2075 as a separate entity from previous RP experience, free from the authorial shortcomings of an idealistic hormonal teenager and into the writing capability of an idealistic hormonal adult.
Now, as for the rules of any who express interest, Nth verse, same as the first:
The Rules
Rules!
1. I, OP, am soft-administrating this thread. As a result, my word is the final say on whether or not something is acceptable to the canon. In addition, only I may approve members of the RP in this thread, keeping an open mind.
2. No Godmodding, if someone deploys a force under a thousand, don't throw your million-man-strong armored cavalry with air, sea and nuclear dominance with satellite warfare. It is:
A: Unfair.
B: Illogical.
C: Just plain rude.
3. While we are open to a few players, try not to invite your friends for now. Too many members can ruin RP, I should know.
4. Remember to respect the lore and remember the start of this RP and its members. Play nice and I won't have to exclude anyone from this.
5. No Godmodding. Though it was said earlier, I have to remind everyone, including myself of this many times. If you think anything might border godmodding, check with me in this thread first.
6. I can and will whine to actual forum staff if someone continues to behave like a cunt after polite requests fail.
7. If I come across as a godmodding crybaby, tell me that I'm breaking Rule 7. Also, the Code is "Are you really sure there's a code? That seems so unnecessary."
Here are some examples of current technology in widespread use in this world:
Powered armor
Mech suits/exoskeletons
Holograhic HUDs
Advanced combat optics (IR/UV)
Caseless ammunition
Combat Drones
Fuel-air Explosives
Direct-Energy Weapons
Hypersonic weaponry
Railguns
Optical stealth
Orbital weaponry
Biomechanical Augmentation
Easily Available Superconductors and Quantum Computing
Following the application section, people get to read a snippet of the OP and premise of this entire incident.
Both the roles of my own nation, as well as the horribly, possibly racially clichéd Isposito will be administered by posts under Free Terra.
Applications and Factions
- Code: Select all
NATION NAME:
REASON FOR JOINING:
DO YOU WISH TO CONTRIBUTE TOWARDS THE CANON OF FREE TERRA?:
WHICH FACTION ARE YOU SUPPORTING?:
IN-CHARACTER POPULATION:
GOVERNMENT TYPE:
DISPATCHED MILITARY FORCE, IF ANY:
RP SAMPLE (Optional):
WHAT IS RULE 2?:
WHAT IS RULE 5?:
AND WHY DO WE HAVE THESE RULES?:
SECRET CODE:
CURRENT FACTION LISTING:
Union of Red Nations (URN) and International Union of Nations Peacekeeping Forces (IUN-PF)
-The Great Federal Republic of Free Terra (GFRFT)
-Federal Republic of Ardenia (Weltkria) (IUN-PF)
Isposito and Others
-(Narrating) Free Terra
NEUTRAL/UNDECLARED
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APPLICANT STATUSES:
Accepted:
-Free Terra
-Weltkria
Pending:
As of the latest territorial change, this is the current Conflict Map:
Crimson represents the GFRFT
Emerald represents the Isposito Government
Pink represents the Anarchist Uprising to free Mexico
RP
10th October, 2075
Café del Rio, Bogota
Café del Rio, Bogota
He read the reports in one of his cold hands while the espresso warmed his other hand, from his proverbial tower of ivory, S.O.S.T.E.D. Director Solomon "Sol" Bright was debating whether his intel could give the President or the Senate any extra time to think. It was clear the reports would make their way to international media within three hours, but he had to consider exactly the impact that biological and chemical agents being used on Communist and Anarchist Insurgents which Free Terra only had the thinnest possible deniability would have. He had personally given those freedom fighters weapons and training that rivaled his own commandos. They seized the port city of Chetumal in a month. They received sufficiency and rule of law in the city after two weeks, and Free Terra's whole economic sphere endorsed and recognized the Mexican Revolutionary Front as a sovereign government. Now they were dying in droves.
As a history lesson, the conflict in 2062 was only stopped because Isposito had established a nuclear arsenal. Free Terra could wage a war against all but a nuclear threat thanks to its iron men in power armor, its bleeding edge space advantage, the cyber warfare field... But Isposito had the bomb too. The north half of Mexico had become part of Free Terra over those tense, quiet 13 years. The southern half radicalized under its newly-proclaimed "Huēyi Tlahtoāni," a man previously "Generalissimo Hugo Salamanca," appointed as a Colonel by the Mexican Army before The Shattering that fell deep into esotericism. That man had brought such brutal rule that the most recent census data suggests only 27,000,000 people remain in the realm of "Isposito," a name the Huēyi Tlahtoāni claimed as a transition to the old way, something the spanish-speakers could call the country before nahuatl replaced their tongue to take its place again over all the Mexica. This was the madman in charge of the south. This was the man that Solomon now had to dismantle.
With that lesson over, Sol stood up from his seat in his favorite café abroad. He had a call to make.
10th October, 2075
Solaris City, Cascadia, Free Terra
Solaris City, Cascadia, Free Terra
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Within twenty minutes, an emergency hearing was called. Some senators and congressmen listening in via mobile device, others by actual hologram scan sitting in technically vacant chairs, no doubt seeing an augmented reality proxy of the President giving his address.
"Friends. Countrymen. I bare grave news from the south. We have actionable intelligence which shows the deployment of both biological and chemical warfare agents against our socialist comrades in Chetumal. The same comrades which, not two months ago, were formally recognized as a sovereign entity by this very senate, by the judicial presidium and by the majority of our own congressional committee. Now these kindred to the mission of our government, those seeking to undo the tyranny of fascism, of ethnic supremacists, and of the avaricious royalty, are being gassed, their food poisoned, their water infested, their homes put to the torch, all within spitting distance of our own customs officials. Three Terran advisors have, according to the reports placed before you, been murdered by the Ispositan state. I beseech ye, senators, to approve my motion to mobilize our armed forces, and additionally beseech for approval to act with impunity in this affair, until the crisis has abated. I plead to all listening not only for our people's safety, not only to protect socialism in all its forms, but to stem the bloodshed unleashed by a fascist mystic and end the terror imposed upon the very Earth by the madman's every insane decree. I ask you, senators, as your elected and ratified representative, to act as my office dictates. To act as commander-in-chief, and to correct this mistake. What say ye?" The speech was delivered as solemnly and as clearly as possible. Some of these senators were revolutionary guard. Men who fought in the water strikes to free themselves of oppression. Those old enough to have fought had great sway in the hodgepodge court that the Free Terran Senate had grown into. Disunited radicals and desperate moderates struggling to have voices heard over the populist din of the political sphere. Yet almost all voted to have the firebrand statesman take the reins of this crisis. Some because they genuinely agreed, some because his approval was higher than their own in their elected districts, some because David Alexander would be the one to bear the blame when it all blew up in his face, and they could focus on more pressing things during such a show.
When all was said and done, 105 votes beat out 45 in the senate. By the end of the congressional vote, 449 votes defeated 52 and all major news networks were showing the footage. Little boys and little girls coughing blood, parents already dead with chemical burns, some still seizing on the floor from neurotoxic compounds. Men covered in burns with guns and gas masks pulling survivors out of hovels billowing grey mist. Later footage showed some of the small fixtures on the outskirts of the city being burned by infantry with molotov or flamethrower, with fighting going into the late hours of the day.
72 hours was the ultimatum that was given to Isposito, with an order to leave Chetumal, cease all military action, disarm the Free Terran border and submit to a Free Terran WMD Investigation, or face military intervention as far as the formal declaration of war.
Objectively, the war was a slaughter without the deployment of WMDs. Naval Supremacy was assured on both the Atlantic and Pacific Sides of Isposito, as well as an industrial capacity eclipsing the rogue power by an order of magnitude, the Free Terran Air Force's several thousand military jets beat out the three-dozen fighters and 50 multirole craft of Isposito as well. The hard fight would be in the mountains where Free Terra's highly mechanized army couldn't simply reduce the enemy to slag. After over a decade of planning and technological progress in strategic defense, even the nuclear threat would be diminished compared to the end of the 2062 conflict. Now the red tide gathered on the shores of the madman-state. How the world might respond was unknown, as North America once again prepared to bleed.
((END RP SNIP))
