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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Soda Pop Sector in Cape of Good Hope
The World Census recorded sales of fizzy syrup water in order to determine which nations have the largest beverage industries.
As a region, Cape of Good Hope is ranked 8,186th in the world for Largest Soda Pop Sector.
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Cape of Good Hope Regional Message Board
*peaks out from under cream stained riot shield mostly clean (save for the shoes and the bottom of the trousers)*
Welcome to the cape of good hope! That is a most impressive contraption you have there.
Now, it’s time for RP.
"Hey Margaret." Wilson said discretely, nudging her.
"Huh?" she replied, once again touching the necklace absent mindedly.
"See that bridge over there," Wilson said, pointing to a nearby coffee shop with an outdoor seating area and walking over to it, "the one with all the military police.”
They sat down at the cafe, with Margaret sitting looking towards the bridge. She stole a quick glance gave a discrete thumbs-up, easily mistaken for her wiping sleep from her eyes.
"Seems kind of important, don't you think?" He continued
Margaret nodded. They had to pause their conversation as a waitress, dressed in the traditional garb of Azulakas, moved to take their orders.
"Why would they have guards guarding the bridge?" Margaret asked, her hand moving absentmindedly to the necklace as she raked her head for ideas.
“Well there wouldn’t be guards guarding the bridge if there wasn’t anything to find,” Wilson said with a childish grin.
Margaret let out a small laugh. Not because the comment was funny, but because they needed to remain concealed in plain sight.
“We’ll tell John about the bridge, and make a plan.”
“Mr Prime Minister,” the soldier piped up, holding out a radio phone, “There are some Revolyutsian’s arriving in some planes, they claim they want to help, what should we do?"
Jonathan, after a long pause and with a monotone voice of shock and grief, replied.
"Allow them to land, direct them to Fox's Bluff; they're needed most there."
Jonathan walked away and into the city square, horrified. A sick feeling in his stomach grew with every step he took, and his eyes desperately wanted to look away as he grew closer. He never wanted to see that sight again, never wanted to hear those cries again.
He left the army to never hear the cries of "Gas!" breaking the silent air again, to see the aftermath of it again.
And yet, because of fates sick sense of twisted humour, here he was again.
Looking out at one of many pile of bodies; many of them politicians.
But because of the wind the gas drifted further south.
And so there were not just politicians.
There were children, normal men and women. there were doctors, police men, some soldiers along with a wide slew of other trades and occupations. he managed to spy a pregnant mother collapsed near the top of the pile, and a new born infant still clutched in the arms of a father.
He peeled his eyes away as he looked at the make-shift field hospital, set up because the normal hospitals were either full or contaminated, filled with cries and gurgles of pain, as many more Aerlanicans slowly felt their lungs being dissolved from the inside by the gas, only to die and be added to one of the many piles.
"What is the death toll?" He asked a nearby soldier.
despite wearing a gas mask, Jonathan knew the sad look he held as he said the answer.
"It's nearing a few thousand in Aerlanica City alone, sir," he said, "we think, overall, it could be up to fifteen thousand dead."
Jonathan nodded, and continued walking through the tent hospital that sprung up in Hope Square. With his newfound psionic abilities, he reached into the minds of those around him and felt their emotions of pain, of fear, of confusion, of horror. He heard their thoughts; wondering whether or not a relative survived, wondering if this is the end, wondering who attacked them. Jonathan withdrew before the emotions could overwhelm him. But a fact still rested heavily on his shoulders.
Fifteen thousand dead.
A nationwide, coordinated strike with chemical weapons.
The whole thing reeked of the NAP.
He wandered past a tent as a few of the last remaining doctors carried out a dead body; a girl, no more than fifteen dressed for an occasion, most likely a date she would never see.
So many lives, Jonathan thought to himself, Unfinished lives filled with dreams, with futures, with descendants and with memories. Cut down like unripened grain.
Jonathan looked around at the hospital surrounding him. Jonathan was often told he was slow to anger, and that it would take a large deal of effort to make him furious.
But Jonathan didn't believe that was true, because he at this very moment was overwhelmed with grief, with anguish, and with undeniable, raw, primal rage.
He was going to make the NAP pay. He offered peace time and time again and they threw it away, only to attack every city with a gas attack, murdering his people.
The NAP had ran out his patience and his mercy. Now there will only be blood and fury.
They will pay in their blood Jonathan said, And I will show the world what we do to Fascists
(With this newfound aggression, the NAP terrorists will be defeated more rapidly)
[Out of RP] Oh, very interesting, it appears that there may be a Cold War arising here. Aerlanica may be crippled, but they will still either strive for peace or fight with fury.
Also Tyramon, the C.O.U.R.I.E.R. are still trying to interrogate the soldiers about Commander Lemin and the background to the whole Succession issue. Just a heads up.
And finally, This region is the best! Accepting to join is the best thing I ever have done in a while. Thanks guys for being awesome!
(P.S. I have an idea for a poll; does your country have a national/most common piece of clothing or attire?)
One, thanks for the poll idea I'll add it to the list I have
Two, don't worry about tech deficiency Lawithon is willing to share military technology readouts (Not the current generation but still high quality weapons and vehicles) and sell or lend lease equipment to you
Oh I was talking about the gas attacks on the cities. It screwed over everything Jonathans administration has done to rebuild the nation.
Oh ok that makes more sense also by not current generation the Lawithonian military just introduced a new generation of military technology and we would be selling the last gen tech
As per the terms of the September Agreement, Klostersee offers to send its newly rebranded counter terrorism unit, the last remnant of the very militarized police force of the previous ruler, to Aerlanican capital, to ensure stability and keep the death toll to a minimum. This unit would comprise of a medical unit plus about 600 soldiers in various APC-s that have been fitted for use by the police. This again thanks to the police force being apart of the military up until recently. This proposal is being seen by the Klosterseean side as a great opportunity to train the unit and aid the Aerlanicans in their time of strife. Klostersee requests that Aerlanica grant the unit a base of operations, everything else will be managed by Klostersee.
Do we have Geneva conventions in the cape or is it just anything goes because Lawithon has chemical and nuclear weapons
As Governor Nur sat at his desk he pulled up the daily paper on his holotablet. The headline was "Aerlanica To Fall?" As he read he learned about the tragedies of what the NAP Terrorists were doing. Lees Nur had some experience with the Tagisian Terrorists, who were brought together by an excommunicated member of the NAP Terrorists.
"Good morning Governor, have you heard about the news in Aerlanica?" asks his assistant as she walks in carrying his stack of papers to look through.
"Yes I have. What a tragedy."
"Are you going to do anything about it?"
"I may send some of our cheaper medical supplies, but we have to deal with our own terrorists before we can get rid of someone else's."
"So you aren't going to send over some of our CTEs (Cybernetic Terrorist Exterminators)?"
"No. I am not going to waste my tech on their problem. If they can't solve it themselves, then they will have to rely on another country."
"What about our helping of the Pogzdan crisis?"
"I wasn't Governor then, and I disagree with what Fraum Tagiss did. Plus, he was the one who started the Tagissian Terrorists in the first place."
"But what are your thoughts on Azulakas's actions though?"
"I do not agree with many of their actions. We have been friends on and off for a few years, but this complicates things more. I will have to think about what to do about this."
As his secretary walked out, Lees Nur walked over to his glass wall. He looked over the city of Callag, the capital of the Dominion. The bright neon lights, hovering craft, and pollution in the air making a vast canvas painted in a sickening hope. He could see the business buildings of Airopaks, Essev, Cosmen, and Skelt, some of the biggest business in the Dominion dominating the skyline. The Airopaks building, signature for the brand, was suspended in the air using a tensegrity build. It stood a mile and a half into the sky, with buildings to the side holding down cables that allowed the building to float. The raised vehicle platforms were busy with traffic and people going to work. The floor below, hard to see from the fog of pollution, was dirty and filled with junk and the occasional scavenger or shady person. He tried not to dwell on the floor, focusing on the towering achievements of the skyscrapers. He had never believed in helping out the poor much. He himself had come out of slums and had built his way towards power. If he could do it, why couldn't the other poor people? There was no need to help them if they weren't going to help themselves.
With that thought, he walked away from the window-wall and turned toward his desk. there were stacks upon stacks of tablets for him to go through. I might as well get started. he thought as he sat down.
(PS, if you don't know what a tensegrity build is you should look it up. they are amazing.)
I'm very sorry about how little I've done today and how short this is, had LOADS of work that showed up suddenly
(Out of RP, that fact is really cool. Have you or your father flown in one?)
Despite Raob's superstition, he had been very lucky so far. Due to the fact that more than a third of the pilots on the Dawn were new to the ship, none of his commanders had noticed that he wasn't who he said he was. Nor had anyone discovered the body of the pilot he had killed for this position, but with the constant snowstorms it would be buried in a day anyway. He would still have to be extremely careful, however. If he slipped up and said the wrong thing, or was scrutinized too closely by an officer, he was done for. Even his own wingman wasn't safe! Not that he actually knew the man. He contemplated this as he slid into the cockpit of the Rathorian Angelfire fighter (sorry for the change, but it couldn't be an F-35, seeing as they can't be used out of atmosphere), and was instantly amazed by how intuitive the controls were.
Commander Hays acknowledges the warning, and assures Roxium that Rathoria will not be the one to fire at them, if anyone does.
The F-35s pull away just as the first two flights of Rathorian fighters show up. Seeing as there is no immediate threat anymore, one flight stays on station with the interceptors and keeps an eye on the Monsonian "scientists", while the other sets off in a patrol of Rathorian airspace.
Alright. Let me know if there is something specific they are asking. They will answer most questions.
Under normal circumstances the Roxium Federation would not get involved in foreign affairs. The Roxium Federation condemns the NAP's actions, but says that due to Galactic Union policy, they can't get involved. Behinds the scenes however, the Roxium Federation is getting involved by sending in Cicada 113, an extremely secretive black ops unit of the Roxium United Armed Force. As this is a highly classified operation, Roxium officials have not informed Aerlanica about it. A cloaked dropship has just dropped a few Cicada 113 troops off in the wasteland outside the city undetected. Their goal is to wipe out NAP's leader or leaders through any means necessary due to suspicion of Kaizen involvement.
Having (probably) defused a possible conflict regarding Rathoria and Monsone via the threat of orbital bombardment should said conflict cause damage to Roxium assets, larger cargo shuttles along with armed escorts of AWP Type-17 Valkyrie and AWP Type-15 Pterrodax gunships arrive at the outpost with what is best described as flat packed buildings, or buildings that can be assembled and disassembled quickly, along with some construction equipment. The AWP Type-17 Valkyrie is a very commonly used general purpose gunship while the AWP Type-15 Pterrodax is best described as a flying anti-air weapons platform.