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Welcome to the Cape of Good Hope ~ Home of the Flying Dutchman

A quiet, laid-back community with no rules and no drama. Perfect for issue-players, World Assembly participants and creative roleplayers.


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Feel free to stop by and admire our rich flora, our vibrant wildlife and the iconic, beautiful, rocky and unspoiled ocean scenery.



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Embassies: Augustin Alliance, Ridgefield, Conch Kingdom, Lands End, Narnia, Dawn, Right to Life, The Region That Has No Big Banks, Anteria, The Union of Democratic States, Atlantis, The Great Experiment, The Straw Hat Pirates, OmniOne, Region Name, Philippines, and 4 others.NationStates Today, Greater Middle East, 1st Epitome United, and The Wooloo Pact.

Tags: Casual, Enormous, Free Trade, Independent, Neutral, Role Player, and Surreal.

Regional Power: High

Cape of Good Hope contains 202 nations, the 78th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Largest Soda Pop Sector in Cape of Good Hope

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As a region, Cape of Good Hope is ranked 8,186th in the world for Largest Soda Pop Sector.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Dichromatic Mechanism of AugustAnarchy“Quality over Quantity”
2.The Hinterlands of Augustin ProxyCompulsory Consumerist State“Laws are made to be broken”
3.The Constitutional Monarchy of Cory and TopangaCapitalizt“Dream. Try. Do good.”
4.The Theocracy of God-Given Free Trading RegionAnarchy“May us be blessed with freedom, democracy, and trade.”
5.The Federal Republic of Ferdie25Civil Rights Lovefest“To each his own . . .”
6.The Republic of Greater Lita SunrFather Knows Best State“Unity, Discipline, Work”
7.The Allied States of Bribery unionIron Fist Consumerists“Workers rights and bribery”
8.The Armed Republic of NorengCorporate Bordello“Try and end us”
9.The Federation of Media StateLiberal Democratic Socialists“We will be bias”
10.The Kingdom of Queen LiechtensteinCompulsory Consumerist State“Glory to Liechtenstein!”
1234. . .2021»

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Figurine wrote:Hey, I'm new to the game and am already loving it. Since everything else in the other telegrams seemed a little overwhelming I decided to join here. Hope to have fun in the game in the coming days.

Now Where is it...
Ah here we are, Allow me to introduce you to the Pie Chucker 8000.

*Throws 7289 Pies using machine*

*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.

Azulakas wrote:The Azulakasian Fleet is shocked, taking a minute to recuperate at the actions of Tyramon. Only a moment later are the smaller ships of the 5th fleet close the distance and start to search for any surviving crew. Throwing ropes and life preservers to somewhat fish the Tyramon people out of the waters.

As the two wander about the outer-city, following the roads, they keep coming to the port in the strait. It seems a lot of the roads lead here, and three large bridges seem to cross the strait onto a smaller island filled to the brim with buildings. The bridges seem quite spectacular in architecture, and are quite clearly significant in importance as the entrances seem to be blocked by guards.

"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.”
"Hang on."
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.”

Revolyutsiya wrote:"Minster Ljubov, you are authorized to send the contingency of troops and make sure the air transports are escorted by a couple air squadrons. Now everyone, that concludes our meeting so I insist all of us to get to work. Glory to Revolyutsiya!"

“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.
No more.
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)

Tyramon wrote:

(Out of RP: Deuschmailt, just to confirm, our alliance did go through, correct? Tyramon is also opposed to democracy and would gladly join another alliance to fend against democracies.)

Deuschmailt wrote:"Democracy. An accepted and idealistic path." The Holy Emperor says on his first speech after his return from the Azulakan islands. "My people, I miss the glorious empires from back in the day. It seems that this so called 'September agreement' threatens our empire. Though fascism may be a darker path, these people will come for us next. I propose an alliance to oppose these 'saviours', and to stop them from ridding the world of our glory. Glory to the empire, Glory to the cape! To all nations out there, we must stand strong! Down with democracy, glory to us! Comrades, join the fight, and show these fools the light! To our light! Glory to the empire!" He says, leaving the stage for his daughter to perform her latest piece. (Princess Aneli is a renowned Deuschmailtist pianist. It might help that all of her gigs are state funded.)

Edit: I'm not sure where I was going with this one, just wanted to let out the creative fluids and see what I could come up with. I believe i'm proposing a pact against the September Agreement to bring back what the Holy Emperor believes to be glory? Anyway, have a great time lads!

[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?)

Aerlanica wrote:

[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?)

Two things,
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

Lawithon wrote:

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.

Aerlanica wrote: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

Aerlanica wrote:A nationwide, coordinated strike with chemical weapons.

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.

Klostersee wrote: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

Aerlanica wrote:

“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.
No more.
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

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

Lees Nur wrote:Aura Raob walked toward his Rathorian fighter craft. Anxious of what might happen. As he walked he covertly sent a Morse Code message through his lucky coin to the Dominion's (Lees Nur) government headquarters. Knowing that if he was caught he would likely be executed, he walked briskly and looked around suspiciously. Reaching his aircraft undetected, he stood nonchalantly around, trying to fit in. When he finished his message, he turned of the coin and flicked it into the air. It landed on tails. He didn't like tails. Whenever he got tails things didn't seem to go to planned. Slightly perturbed, he clambered into his F-35, ready for the exhilarating thrill of flying. He was deafened by the overwhelming thrum of the thrusters as they warmed up and filled the aerodrome with heat. When given the signal, he pulled out of the dome with the other pilots, ready to start the mission.

(P.S. Fun Fact: my father helped build the F-35. it is always really cool to see one.)

(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.

Roxium wrote:The Roxium Federation says it does not want any part in the possible conflict involving Monsone, Aerlanica, Rathoria, Revolyutsiya, and Lawithon, along with warning everyone that if ANY shots are taken at the Roxium outpost and/or the fleet, the area will be subjected to an orbital bombardment as retaliation. The fleet in orbit fires several warning shots that fizzle out in the atmosphere due to a combination of the weapons that fired them being meant for ship-to-ship combat in space, and said shots being a kind of ordinance called a flare shot, which is primarily used to warn Roxium troops on the surface of a planet about incoming orbital bombardments. The warning shots appear as streaks of orange light, which signals that ships in orbit have orbital bombardment-capable weapons armed and ready to fire.

Commander Hays acknowledges the warning, and assures Roxium that Rathoria will not be the one to fire at them, if anyone does.

Monsone wrote:Seversvik

The message from Aerlanica came through and did not go over well with the government. As if more problems couldn't emerge, a nation in ruins was threatening a nation that was an economic powerhouse and was also invoicing a newly created alliance. And oh, they also have a space fleet. As expected, not only did this put the high command on edge, but it also meant it was time to relocate. Hence, the president and the government where to be transported to [REDACTED] in about an hour.

As operations in Seversvik began to wrap up, the statement from Roxium arrived, and it did little to calm the nerves of the government. Instead of facing off three space power, now it was down to a mere two. While Monsone was powerful, this situation had left the nation in a pickle. Hence, the F-35s were recalled from their deployment to conserve resources for any impending war because those fifteen planes would make a huge difference. Ideally, more powerful weapons like armed spacecraft would be used, but budget cuts had mothballed the remains of the former Varlokiri fleet that Monsone had taken over.

The one saving grace was the very robust and very deadly Monsonian air defence network. It was more than adequate against most modern threats and even had an anti-satellite capability. and while this would be adequate for flow flying aircraft and/or spacecraft, vehicles at longer ranges would pose an issue. And that is where the Safeguard and Sentinel systems come in. Originally designed to defeat Soviet ballistic missiles in any stage of flight, the systems had been extensively modified to tackle the threat of spacecraft outside the outer reaches of Earth's atmosphere. To make matters worse for any enemy, the missiles were armed with a variant of the American W71 nuclear warhead which meant evenly shielded ships were susceptible to extreme radiation from the blast.

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.

Aerlanica wrote: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.

Alright. Let me know if there is something specific they are asking. They will answer most questions.

Aerlanica wrote:*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.”
"Hang on."
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.
No more.
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?)

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.

Arctic Circle

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.

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