INES II: Gone is the Old Guard
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Haseri
Emperor
The scientist raced up the stairs. The lift was too slow, and it had already left when he got there. Damn his superiors, making him have to be the one who shows the dignitaries what he has spent the better part of his life to achieve.
He reached the door. He stopped to catch his breath and compose himself just before he slid his key card through the lock and entered the observation room. It was a hexagonal room, all the walls but the one he came through made of thick, darkened Plexiglas. There were soft furnishings, as well as facilities for making refreshments. Up until this point, the scientists and engineers had been using it as a break room. Since the government's interest in space exploration grew, it seemed as though the small-ish installation that made up SASA was entertaining guests every week. And Richard van Dyke had to deal with them every single time.
This time was different. Journalists were here. Politicians from all over the union were here. The President was here. After five minutes of shaking hands, Richard noticed that he was the only white person in the room, bar one. Not that he cared, he worked with people of all colours every day. All of his superiors were black. Since the fall of Santiago, there were people of Latin persuasion in his team. He just felt a little bit intimidated.
The only other white person was the president of Mann Co. He intimidated everyone. Unlike the other VIPs, he had arrived by helicopter, landing via a parachute. He was wearing his trademark hat, and looked a little stifled in his suit.
"Ah, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming today. I expect some of you will be very excited to see what your investments have gone into." SASA received both public money and money from private companies to get communication and weather satellites into space. "As you know, over the past year or so, my team and I have been working solely on getting a probe to the Moon, to make way for the president's promise of a South African man - person - on the Moon in the near future." The journalists were scribbling furiously in short hand.
"Using the new Mann Co computers, the ones now available to all in the Chicago Pact, it has been even easier to uhh... calculate and plan future space missions." There was a small round of applause of the president. He cracked a manly smile.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, if you would kindly stand over here." He went over to the phone near the door. "This is Doctor van Dyke. We are clear for take off."
A minute passed. The contraption just on the edge of the horizon waited. A voice crackled over the PA "T-minus 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...We have take off."
A tongue of flame erupted from the base of the rocket. It rose steadily into the air, escaping the bonds of the Earth. When it was all over, there was another, larger, round of applause.
"So, any questions? Yes, you."
"So, what is the next step for the Moon mission?"
"Well, early next year we're hoping to get someone into space. That right there was the Luna one. Umm, we're hoping to have somebody orbit the Earth in a Luna module in the first half of this decade, with somebody orbiting the Moon in one before the end of it. And, hopefully have somebody on the Moon some time next decade, the 20s at the latest."
"What else to SASA do? Very few people have heard of SASA."
"Well, we've been around since 1982, ever since the Johannesburg Incident." There was nodding from everyone, like an unspoken agreement not to mention any more. "Uh, mostly we've been putting satellites into space for private companies. In the nineties we started looking at going further than that. That's when we got even more funding off of President Mandela. We haven't done anything big yet, but we have hope for the future.
"I am on the Luna team. We also have the Aries team, who are researching the Red Planet. And over there." He pointed out one of the windows to a large building being constructed. "That will be the home of the Argus team, who will construct a telescope that will be in space, we're hoping for good photos; the Deep Space team, who will be designing various probes to look at the planets beyond the asteroid belt. And the satellite builders will be over there as well. Taking their place here, in the main building will be, uh, a museum to space travel. Not just our efforts, but every aspect, since space travel was first thought up. That'll be open to the public. We are even considering letting people have tours of the construction areas, so the can see what we do."
"Anything else for the future?"
"Well, a lot of big talk is a huge, multi-national effort to have humans live in space. But that's just a dream of the science community. Now, any more questions? When we're done, we can have a tour of the facility. Yes at the back..."
He reached the door. He stopped to catch his breath and compose himself just before he slid his key card through the lock and entered the observation room. It was a hexagonal room, all the walls but the one he came through made of thick, darkened Plexiglas. There were soft furnishings, as well as facilities for making refreshments. Up until this point, the scientists and engineers had been using it as a break room. Since the government's interest in space exploration grew, it seemed as though the small-ish installation that made up SASA was entertaining guests every week. And Richard van Dyke had to deal with them every single time.
This time was different. Journalists were here. Politicians from all over the union were here. The President was here. After five minutes of shaking hands, Richard noticed that he was the only white person in the room, bar one. Not that he cared, he worked with people of all colours every day. All of his superiors were black. Since the fall of Santiago, there were people of Latin persuasion in his team. He just felt a little bit intimidated.
The only other white person was the president of Mann Co. He intimidated everyone. Unlike the other VIPs, he had arrived by helicopter, landing via a parachute. He was wearing his trademark hat, and looked a little stifled in his suit.
"Ah, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming today. I expect some of you will be very excited to see what your investments have gone into." SASA received both public money and money from private companies to get communication and weather satellites into space. "As you know, over the past year or so, my team and I have been working solely on getting a probe to the Moon, to make way for the president's promise of a South African man - person - on the Moon in the near future." The journalists were scribbling furiously in short hand.
"Using the new Mann Co computers, the ones now available to all in the Chicago Pact, it has been even easier to uhh... calculate and plan future space missions." There was a small round of applause of the president. He cracked a manly smile.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, if you would kindly stand over here." He went over to the phone near the door. "This is Doctor van Dyke. We are clear for take off."
A minute passed. The contraption just on the edge of the horizon waited. A voice crackled over the PA "T-minus 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...We have take off."
A tongue of flame erupted from the base of the rocket. It rose steadily into the air, escaping the bonds of the Earth. When it was all over, there was another, larger, round of applause.
"So, any questions? Yes, you."
"So, what is the next step for the Moon mission?"
"Well, early next year we're hoping to get someone into space. That right there was the Luna one. Umm, we're hoping to have somebody orbit the Earth in a Luna module in the first half of this decade, with somebody orbiting the Moon in one before the end of it. And, hopefully have somebody on the Moon some time next decade, the 20s at the latest."
"What else to SASA do? Very few people have heard of SASA."
"Well, we've been around since 1982, ever since the Johannesburg Incident." There was nodding from everyone, like an unspoken agreement not to mention any more. "Uh, mostly we've been putting satellites into space for private companies. In the nineties we started looking at going further than that. That's when we got even more funding off of President Mandela. We haven't done anything big yet, but we have hope for the future.
"I am on the Luna team. We also have the Aries team, who are researching the Red Planet. And over there." He pointed out one of the windows to a large building being constructed. "That will be the home of the Argus team, who will construct a telescope that will be in space, we're hoping for good photos; the Deep Space team, who will be designing various probes to look at the planets beyond the asteroid belt. And the satellite builders will be over there as well. Taking their place here, in the main building will be, uh, a museum to space travel. Not just our efforts, but every aspect, since space travel was first thought up. That'll be open to the public. We are even considering letting people have tours of the construction areas, so the can see what we do."
"Anything else for the future?"
"Well, a lot of big talk is a huge, multi-national effort to have humans live in space. But that's just a dream of the science community. Now, any more questions? When we're done, we can have a tour of the facility. Yes at the back..."
****
And fade to black. God I love foreshadowing for things that maybe will never happen.
p) The updates are weekly.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To FEAR, Deseret
From Ocianian Federation
You guys are histarical. Why not settle your hillarious argument with a war! May the best leader win!
From Ocianian Federation
You guys are histarical. Why not settle your hillarious argument with a war! May the best leader win!
Milarqui
Deity
From: Iberia
To: Oceanic Federation
We would like to remember the Oceanic Federation that there is currently a Non-Aggression Pact between the Chicago Pact and the Comintern.
OOC: Also, you should change that signature. Otherwise, you will appear as a very modest person
. Do you have a grandmother?
To: Oceanic Federation
We would like to remember the Oceanic Federation that there is currently a Non-Aggression Pact between the Chicago Pact and the Comintern.
OOC: Also, you should change that signature. Otherwise, you will appear as a very modest person
. Do you have a grandmother?
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Cascade Mountain Range, 15:23, off Exit 356 Interstate 84, near Ontario, Oregon.
Sergeant James Garcia was helping guide an Abrams tank into position outside Portland when he noticed a civilian approaching, Sergeant Garcia turned and shouted for the man to halt. The man did, especially with such a large gun the Abrams had pointing in his direction, the man appeared nervous, Sergeant Garcia began approaching the man, flanked by his Corporal and 4 man squad, when Garcia heard the sounds of another Abrams approaching, ready to be guided into place, while the civilian was still a ways away and appeared to have no weapons, it was still unsafe for him to stay should a fight break out. Little did Sergeant Garcia know that his day and life hangs in the balance.
As Garcia approached the civilian, the man sat in his truck watching the Abrams, its mighty gun staring into his soul, Sergeant Garcia approached the drivers side window and spoke, "Sir, I will have to insist you turn around and return to the Interstate, this road is closed."
The man continued to stare at the Abrams, still petrified, Garcia repeated the statement again, but louder. Finally the man took notice that Garcia was speaking to him, the man looked at Garcia, he wore the uniform of the Deseret Military, in full battle gear, his M-16 at his side, the man also saw grenades and an radio, which was now beginning to speak. Sergeant Garcia, this is Colonel Jensen, Iron Tigers, A-21 awaiting guidance to tank position, over.
Sergeant Garcia moved his hand to grab the radio, it was at this time hell broke lose, the man panicked, grabbed his hunting rifle and aimed at Garcia, Garcia heard shouts of "duck!" and "hostile!" and immediately circled, radio in hand unable to get his M-16. The gun fired, Sergeant Garcia felt his shoulder slam down, darkness crept in, his ears picking up the final sounds of "Man down!" and the sound of a tank turret moving before becoming completely deaf.
Corporal Thomas Duncan shouted, "Man down! Man down! Watch your fire!"
The squad opened fire, the truck immediately resembled Swiss Cheese, but it still worked, the man put the truck in reverse and slammed on the pedal, in the back several men emerged with machine guns and opened fire, Corporal Duncan saw the threat and shouted, "AK's! Hit the ground!" Several members retreated behind the Abrams, others found thick trees, but Corporal Duncan and Private Ramirez both dived to the ground with no available cover around. Sergeant Garcia lay motionless just 100 yards to the front of them, the sounds of battle raged overhead as the Corporal shouted to Sergeant Garcia, "Sergeant! Can you hear me!?" His shouts were soon covered by the roar of the Abrams as it started its engine and moved forward.
The firefight has started only a minute ago and the Corporal finally realized his radio was squawking, "Sergeant Garcia, Colonel Jensen, what is going on out there!?"
"Colonel Jensen, Corporal Duncan, sir, the truck opened fire and Sergeant Garcia is down and unresponsive. Request Stryker!"
"Roger Corporal Duncan, Stryker on way, hang tight!"
The Abrams rolled within inches of Duncan and fired its main gun, a tree shattered, the truck nearly flipped from impact but still stayed on all 4 wheels, the Abrams rolled on, Corporal Duncan sighed, he looked behind him and saw his squad was still hanging behind cover, untested, green recruits, pissed their pants at the first sight of battle, Duncan thought. He shouted, "Boys! On me!" Duncan jumped up and helped Private Ramirez to his feet, then the two of them ran to Sergeant Garcia, Duncan checked the pulse, "Weak, but alive." Duncan went on his radio, "We need that Stryker!"
"Almost there, is situation secure?"
Corporal Duncan stared in disbelief at the Private, are Medics nowadays really that scared of having their heads blown off?
"Situation is not secured, but the man is dying!"
"Roger, ETA 2 minutes."
Corporal Duncan checked his watch, only 3 minutes passed, the Abrams is still firing at a moving truck that appears difficult for the gunner to target, Corporal Duncan looked for his squad, only to find out that they still hadn't moved from their cover, Duncan groaned, he needs a screen around the Sergeant and these wimps would not move. Instead of trying to force the cowards to join him he stole a nearby squad instead, who willingly gave their assistance. Corporal Duncan looked around him and saw the carnage for the first time, several trees have been destroyed, craters lay in the ground from where the tank shells hit, he also noticed Colonel Jensen finally brought his tank up to the scene, along with his wingman, both turrets were following the truck and trying to hit it too. Corporal Duncan could see the Colonel shouting in his mike, obviously angry about something. He hoped it was about the Stryker, but then the Colonels expression changed to happiness, a Bradly arrived and immediately drew a bead on the swerving truck, it's 25 millimeter cannon perfectly adequate for tracking such an elusive target, the truck exploded. The troops cheered, as the threat is now gone.
"Corporal Duncan, Sergeant Jones, Stryker Medical approaching scene."
"Sergeant Jones, glad to hear from you, patient is still alive, barely. Can you see me?"
"Roger, we have you."
The Stryker pulled up and the medic jumped out and immediately the soldiers backed off, following the medic were 4 men with a stretcher. The Medic worked fast, got the I.V installed and dressed the wound, ordered the men to lift the Sergeant onto the stretcher then all went back to the Stryker who then headed to a nearby town where the Sergeant will be treated at the Hospital. When the Stryker left, an Abrams arrived and parked almost exactly where the Stryker was, Colonel Jensen jumped out and shook Corporal Duncan's hand, "Excellent job Corporal."
"Thank you, sir. I tried to establish a perimeter, but my men would not move...."
"... I saw Corporal, you did the right thing by staying with your Sergeant, I sent that other squad to help you instead."
"Thank you, sir."
"How was your Sergeant?"
"Well he was alive when the Stryker left, but his pulse was weak and he had a neck wound, sir."
"Nasty thing, neck wounds."
"Yes, sir."
Colonel Jensen shook the Corporal's hand again and then jumped back into the tank, "Iron Tigers! Reform!"
The Abrams that chased the truck began wheeling around, as more tanks arrived from the dirt path.
Corporal Duncan took another look at his watch, 5 minutes, the whole engagement only took 5 minutes. So far only the rebels died, but that could change if Sergeant Garcia died too, but other than Garcia, no other soldier was injured. Other than the injured pride of those who boasted that they would not cower from battle.
Sergeant James Garcia was helping guide an Abrams tank into position outside Portland when he noticed a civilian approaching, Sergeant Garcia turned and shouted for the man to halt. The man did, especially with such a large gun the Abrams had pointing in his direction, the man appeared nervous, Sergeant Garcia began approaching the man, flanked by his Corporal and 4 man squad, when Garcia heard the sounds of another Abrams approaching, ready to be guided into place, while the civilian was still a ways away and appeared to have no weapons, it was still unsafe for him to stay should a fight break out. Little did Sergeant Garcia know that his day and life hangs in the balance.
As Garcia approached the civilian, the man sat in his truck watching the Abrams, its mighty gun staring into his soul, Sergeant Garcia approached the drivers side window and spoke, "Sir, I will have to insist you turn around and return to the Interstate, this road is closed."
The man continued to stare at the Abrams, still petrified, Garcia repeated the statement again, but louder. Finally the man took notice that Garcia was speaking to him, the man looked at Garcia, he wore the uniform of the Deseret Military, in full battle gear, his M-16 at his side, the man also saw grenades and an radio, which was now beginning to speak. Sergeant Garcia, this is Colonel Jensen, Iron Tigers, A-21 awaiting guidance to tank position, over.
Sergeant Garcia moved his hand to grab the radio, it was at this time hell broke lose, the man panicked, grabbed his hunting rifle and aimed at Garcia, Garcia heard shouts of "duck!" and "hostile!" and immediately circled, radio in hand unable to get his M-16. The gun fired, Sergeant Garcia felt his shoulder slam down, darkness crept in, his ears picking up the final sounds of "Man down!" and the sound of a tank turret moving before becoming completely deaf.
Corporal Thomas Duncan shouted, "Man down! Man down! Watch your fire!"
The squad opened fire, the truck immediately resembled Swiss Cheese, but it still worked, the man put the truck in reverse and slammed on the pedal, in the back several men emerged with machine guns and opened fire, Corporal Duncan saw the threat and shouted, "AK's! Hit the ground!" Several members retreated behind the Abrams, others found thick trees, but Corporal Duncan and Private Ramirez both dived to the ground with no available cover around. Sergeant Garcia lay motionless just 100 yards to the front of them, the sounds of battle raged overhead as the Corporal shouted to Sergeant Garcia, "Sergeant! Can you hear me!?" His shouts were soon covered by the roar of the Abrams as it started its engine and moved forward.
The firefight has started only a minute ago and the Corporal finally realized his radio was squawking, "Sergeant Garcia, Colonel Jensen, what is going on out there!?"
"Colonel Jensen, Corporal Duncan, sir, the truck opened fire and Sergeant Garcia is down and unresponsive. Request Stryker!"
"Roger Corporal Duncan, Stryker on way, hang tight!"
The Abrams rolled within inches of Duncan and fired its main gun, a tree shattered, the truck nearly flipped from impact but still stayed on all 4 wheels, the Abrams rolled on, Corporal Duncan sighed, he looked behind him and saw his squad was still hanging behind cover, untested, green recruits, pissed their pants at the first sight of battle, Duncan thought. He shouted, "Boys! On me!" Duncan jumped up and helped Private Ramirez to his feet, then the two of them ran to Sergeant Garcia, Duncan checked the pulse, "Weak, but alive." Duncan went on his radio, "We need that Stryker!"
"Almost there, is situation secure?"
Corporal Duncan stared in disbelief at the Private, are Medics nowadays really that scared of having their heads blown off?
"Situation is not secured, but the man is dying!"
"Roger, ETA 2 minutes."
Corporal Duncan checked his watch, only 3 minutes passed, the Abrams is still firing at a moving truck that appears difficult for the gunner to target, Corporal Duncan looked for his squad, only to find out that they still hadn't moved from their cover, Duncan groaned, he needs a screen around the Sergeant and these wimps would not move. Instead of trying to force the cowards to join him he stole a nearby squad instead, who willingly gave their assistance. Corporal Duncan looked around him and saw the carnage for the first time, several trees have been destroyed, craters lay in the ground from where the tank shells hit, he also noticed Colonel Jensen finally brought his tank up to the scene, along with his wingman, both turrets were following the truck and trying to hit it too. Corporal Duncan could see the Colonel shouting in his mike, obviously angry about something. He hoped it was about the Stryker, but then the Colonels expression changed to happiness, a Bradly arrived and immediately drew a bead on the swerving truck, it's 25 millimeter cannon perfectly adequate for tracking such an elusive target, the truck exploded. The troops cheered, as the threat is now gone.
"Corporal Duncan, Sergeant Jones, Stryker Medical approaching scene."
"Sergeant Jones, glad to hear from you, patient is still alive, barely. Can you see me?"
"Roger, we have you."
The Stryker pulled up and the medic jumped out and immediately the soldiers backed off, following the medic were 4 men with a stretcher. The Medic worked fast, got the I.V installed and dressed the wound, ordered the men to lift the Sergeant onto the stretcher then all went back to the Stryker who then headed to a nearby town where the Sergeant will be treated at the Hospital. When the Stryker left, an Abrams arrived and parked almost exactly where the Stryker was, Colonel Jensen jumped out and shook Corporal Duncan's hand, "Excellent job Corporal."
"Thank you, sir. I tried to establish a perimeter, but my men would not move...."
"... I saw Corporal, you did the right thing by staying with your Sergeant, I sent that other squad to help you instead."
"Thank you, sir."
"How was your Sergeant?"
"Well he was alive when the Stryker left, but his pulse was weak and he had a neck wound, sir."
"Nasty thing, neck wounds."
"Yes, sir."
Colonel Jensen shook the Corporal's hand again and then jumped back into the tank, "Iron Tigers! Reform!"
The Abrams that chased the truck began wheeling around, as more tanks arrived from the dirt path.
Corporal Duncan took another look at his watch, 5 minutes, the whole engagement only took 5 minutes. So far only the rebels died, but that could change if Sergeant Garcia died too, but other than Garcia, no other soldier was injured. Other than the injured pride of those who boasted that they would not cower from battle.
Milarqui
Deity
Any nation wishing to play in the World Cup, please vote on which nation you wish to organise the World Cup. For the boycotters, please do not let politics stand in the way of good sport.
Haseri
Emperor
Some neutral nation that is not currantly embroiled in war...
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Deseret seconds this. If this is done, Deseret will send their team.
An untraceable radio transmission from somewhere in the the vicinity around Mt. Hood, broadcasted to the greater Portland area:
"Friends, family, fellow Cascadians! We are the OLF and I its leader, who can only go by the name of Cougar. I bring you this message to remind you that we are still alive, and still fighting for your freedom! The government continues to hunt down dissidents, both armed and unarmed, many times not even making distinctions between civilians and rebels. The soldiers only want one thing, and that is to kill. That is why they joined the military, after all. For the chance to kill, they don't care who or where or how many people have to die by their hand, in fact, the more the better!
"That is why I, the Cougar, am speaking with you today! Urging you to continue the struggle! Make the oppressors regret ever stepping foot on our land! You can see now, a year after the government started their war against us, that they have no intention of quitting until they have beaten us down into mindless, worthless servants, until they have broken the strong spirit of the people of Cascadia!
"Rise up, take up arms, protest, harass the enemy, it doesn't matter, but all that does matter is that you RESIST! Resist the government troops! Whether you know it or not, once the war ends, the lands of Cascadia will forever be changed. If we win, it will be a bastion of hope and democracy, a shining example of what determined people anywhere in the world can achieve. If we lose, the tyrannical government in Salt Lake City will have even less mercy on our people. Do you think they would risk another uprising? No, don't be foolish. They would do anything in their power to keep us in, even if it means committing even more atrocities against the great people of Cascadia!
"So please, brothers and sisters of the greatest nation on Earth, I ask, no BEG you to look into your heart and do the right thing. The future of yourself, your children and grandchildren depend on it."
The transmission ends.
"Friends, family, fellow Cascadians! We are the OLF and I its leader, who can only go by the name of Cougar. I bring you this message to remind you that we are still alive, and still fighting for your freedom! The government continues to hunt down dissidents, both armed and unarmed, many times not even making distinctions between civilians and rebels. The soldiers only want one thing, and that is to kill. That is why they joined the military, after all. For the chance to kill, they don't care who or where or how many people have to die by their hand, in fact, the more the better!
"That is why I, the Cougar, am speaking with you today! Urging you to continue the struggle! Make the oppressors regret ever stepping foot on our land! You can see now, a year after the government started their war against us, that they have no intention of quitting until they have beaten us down into mindless, worthless servants, until they have broken the strong spirit of the people of Cascadia!
"Rise up, take up arms, protest, harass the enemy, it doesn't matter, but all that does matter is that you RESIST! Resist the government troops! Whether you know it or not, once the war ends, the lands of Cascadia will forever be changed. If we win, it will be a bastion of hope and democracy, a shining example of what determined people anywhere in the world can achieve. If we lose, the tyrannical government in Salt Lake City will have even less mercy on our people. Do you think they would risk another uprising? No, don't be foolish. They would do anything in their power to keep us in, even if it means committing even more atrocities against the great people of Cascadia!
"So please, brothers and sisters of the greatest nation on Earth, I ask, no BEG you to look into your heart and do the right thing. The future of yourself, your children and grandchildren depend on it."
The transmission ends.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Retransmitted through various media outlets, now all of Deseret knows of this. (OOC: Now you cannot say we control the media.
)A reminder to those residing in Cascadia:
We have no desire to oppress the region. You will retain the same freedoms you had before the war started. You will still elect your own state governments, your own senators, your own representatives. This so called 'Cougar' wants you to destroy your lives, your families to achieve the same thing we offer you now. We cannot force you to stay on our side, but if you do decide to join the rebels, be warned, a single mistake such as pointing a gun at a soldier or even threatening one will not end well for you.
Your families and homes will be protected if you stay in Deseret, if you join the rebels, we will do all we can to protect your loved ones, but we cannot speak for their safety if they join you on Mount Hood or anywhere the rebels go.
The vein in Putin's muscular, manly forehead throbbed with frustration. "What do you mean we don't have enough gas to kill everyone? Come now I distinctly remember ordering a shipment of nerve agents."
"Well" Satan replied uncomfortably shifting beneath Putin's mighty glare "It seems there was a mix up down at the plant."
"Well how the hell do you expect me to bring about the Apocalypse without it? Listen if I'm going to be your Agent of Doom or whatever you need to give me the tools to do my job. Do you at least have my clone army ready?"
Satan grimaced "Uhhh...."
Putin's bodyguard's standing outside his study gazed about confused as they distinctly heard demonic screaming.
"Well" Satan replied uncomfortably shifting beneath Putin's mighty glare "It seems there was a mix up down at the plant."
"Well how the hell do you expect me to bring about the Apocalypse without it? Listen if I'm going to be your Agent of Doom or whatever you need to give me the tools to do my job. Do you at least have my clone army ready?"
Satan grimaced "Uhhh...."
Putin's bodyguard's standing outside his study gazed about confused as they distinctly heard demonic screaming.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To American Federation
From Oceanian Federation
What are you going to do in North America with the OLF rebelling against Deseret? Are we going to help the OLF?
From Oceanian Federation
What are you going to do in North America with the OLF rebelling against Deseret? Are we going to help the OLF?
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Milarqui
Deity
OOC: This kind of diplomacy should be held in the Chicago Pact thread or in the Social Group.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
Never mind.
Milarqui
Deity
This is the current results on the voting for 2004 World Cup:
Iberia: 14 (Argentina, Lima Republic, Nigeria, Islamic Courts Union, Sudan, Scandinavia, Poland, Pakistan, Oceanic Federation, Great Britain, ASEAN, Arabian Umma, South African Union, Russian Empire)
Great Britain: 3 (Iberia, Morocco, Northern Collective)
Boycotts: 4 (Deseret, FEAR, Indonesia and TAJ)
Remaining: 12 (Alaska, Quebec, American Federation, Confederate States, Venezuela, Brazil, France, Central European Union, People's Republic of Europe, Constantinople Federation, Muscovite Republic, Mesopotamian Union, Indian Republic)
Iberia needs 4 votes and Great Britain needs 15.
We ask all the nations that have yet to vote to do so.
OOC:Where are you from, bestrfcplayer? Because I have to say that your written English sucks. A lot. Never mind.
EDIT: I know I am insisting a bit too much, but I really want this to go on.
EDIT2: I guess that, unless the 4 boycotters join the World Cup and vote, I'll probably be the one to host the World Cup.
Iberia: 14 (Argentina, Lima Republic, Nigeria, Islamic Courts Union, Sudan, Scandinavia, Poland, Pakistan, Oceanic Federation, Great Britain, ASEAN, Arabian Umma, South African Union, Russian Empire)
Great Britain: 3 (Iberia, Morocco, Northern Collective)
Boycotts: 4 (Deseret, FEAR, Indonesia and TAJ)
Remaining: 12 (Alaska, Quebec, American Federation, Confederate States, Venezuela, Brazil, France, Central European Union, People's Republic of Europe, Constantinople Federation, Muscovite Republic, Mesopotamian Union, Indian Republic)
Iberia needs 4 votes and Great Britain needs 15.
We ask all the nations that have yet to vote to do so.
OOC:
EDIT: I know I am insisting a bit too much, but I really want this to go on.
EDIT2: I guess that, unless the 4 boycotters join the World Cup and vote, I'll probably be the one to host the World Cup.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
OOC: Someone had better stop Gilead up there in Salt Lake City before it's too late. 
In order to promote democracy, human rights, civil liberties, and other such wonderful things FEAR is pleased to announce the creation of its free speech zones. We have indicated the free speech zone in green on the map below:
All are welcome to utilize our free speech zones.
All are welcome to utilize our free speech zones.
