CarmenNES01: Space Colonization!!!

[germanicus12]

As Andrew walked towards Air Force One at JFK International Airport in New York City one of his aides ran up to him and handed him a folder, on the folder were the words, "Confidential" in big red letters. Andrew sighed, he recieves at least 5 of these a day, he stepped on the latter. His aide shouted, "Mr. President, you need to read that immediatly!" Andrew waved behind him meaning he understood.

Once Andrew was seated and the plane took off, he opened the folder and began to read the first paragraph, shortly aftwards the papers fell to the ground and Andrew showed disbelief, one of his aides rushed to him and asked, "Are you ok Mr. President?" Andrew looked at the aide and said, "I am fine Scott, where is Cassidy? I must speak with her." Scott turned and left, shortly afterwards Cassidy entered the office. Andrew scooped up the papers and handed them to her, "Read this."

After Cassidy read it, she asked, "What do you want us to do?"
"How are the military forces abroad, can they be redirected to other fronts?"
"We are negotiating with the French and it looks good so far. If we succeed we can redirect our entire military to this threat, that means veteran soldiers and tank crews. The war will start well for us. But it is in the long run that scares me."
"Well it may not come to it, but with the recent stance they have taken towards the world it may be our only option."
"Well whatever you order sir, our army will be ready."
"Thank you Cassidy, that is great news. You may go now."
Cassidy stood up and saluted, she was dissapointed, this meeting was only between the Secretary of Defense and the President. She sighed but she knew the president was stressed from stituations like this.

Andrew turned to the phone and dialed a number, after a few rings a man answered and Andrew started speaking, "Hello, I have a proposition for you....."

 

[Iownz]

Ah... What's this about?

 

[Iownz]

One of my friends has reccomened this game to me. He says we are allowed to own countries. If that is so, can i have the mods make me owner of Turkey. I am turkish and i long to reunite with my comrades.

 

[Motherland]

Why India?

 

[Iownz]

AH Motherland. I beleive you are Russia, are you not?

 

[Iownz]

Apparently, Turkey is already taken, do i would like the South Asian Coalition please.

 

[Motherland]

yup Im Russia

 

[sp1023]

Oh, Motherland. Welcome again. Have you declared war yet?

 

[sp1023]

Wat do u mean, y india. And who are u, iownz?

 

[Motherland]

Why india, as in why does the U.S. wabt to add you to the alliance? make a wise decision.

 

[Donald Kaczynsk]

sp1023 and Iownz-quit this immediately. Because of your poor use of vocabulary you are definately not 13, which is the minimal age for joining this institution. Therefore I file a complaint against both of you for the violation of federal internet use laws. I will alert the forum if you do not resign in the next 5 days. Thank you.

P.S.(to Iownz) this game is a political simulator, not a place where you "own" people.

 

[Motherland]

I ask the U.S. to stay out of this. If you take up arms against Russia, you will cause WWIV yourself. I do not wish for conflict with you. I will withdraw any threats against any countries west of Poland.

 

[Motherland]

Sorry aabout this. I have had a stressful weekend!

 

[carmen510]

Map has been posted, I'm taking a break from everything else. Stats to be updated within 6 hours.

 

[sp1023]

Actually, Motherland, you inexperience on the internet seems to be conflicting with your common sense. First of all, if i was under thirteen, i'd have my parents make an account. And second of all, I am not on known terms with much political and Internet terms. Donald Kacyzks, stay out of my business. I am pretty sure that i am older than you are.

Spurting Nonsense, eh? we'll see whos spurting nonsense.

By the way, When i asked Iownz who he was, i meant which country is he the head of?

Mod, where can i find this map?

 

[sp1023]

I will ponder on the offer. Thank you very much.

 

[germanicus12]

The map and last update is on page 45 post 894.

Also Carmen, what is those grey blobs in Russia? And those brown specks in northern USA?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

The grey blobs in Russia are Ta harvest points.

 

[Donald Kaczynsk]

sp1023-your vocabulary does not support that theory. I is written like this:
"I", not "i".

 

[Donald Kaczynsk]

Scandinavia Gets Aggresive

The day was quite warm, without a single cloud. Below, the waters of the Baltic Sea sparkled with sunlight. Above, a little black speck, as if it would seem, was flying across the sky. It was one of the best and most sophisticated bombers in the world, as well as one of the largest. It’s name was the Galaxy-1024, and it was the pride of the just-established Ural Federation. The large, black letters UF proudly gleamed on the Galaxy’s silver coating. As usual, the Galaxy was storing some very important cargo-this time it was more than just weaponry-it was the head of the Ural Federation-Igor Boris III. He was on an extremely important diplomatic mission. Its goal was stop disagreements between Scandinavia and the Ural Federation. Scandinavia was continually sending reinforcements into the Denmark province of the Ural Federation, even though it had already been conquered, taking many lives each day.
The bomber was now only 20 minutes away from Stockholm, the capital of Scandinavia. The two pilots; Stanislaw and Pyotr, lowered the plane to an altitude of 20,000 feet. Igor was busy playing holographic chess. Suddenly, an object showed up on the radar, coming in fast.
-“What the hell is this!?” Stanislaw yelled
-&#8220;Command in <classified>, we have an incoming object, possibly a missile, can you confirm?&#8221; Pyotr alerted the command in <classified>.
&#8220;Affirmative, incoming missile at 900mph.&#8221;-command
The missile was now almost in the center of the radar. Only 10 seconds away from impact.
-&#8220;Command, can you give us a go on engine shutdown in 5 seconds and potential drop?&#8221;-Pyotr said.
Igor was now alerted and quit playing his holographic chess and asked Stanislaw:
-&#8220;What&#8217;s happening!?&#8221; he yelled over all the commotion.
&#8220;Nothing sir, just be sure to buckle up&#8221; Stanislaw explained.
-&#8220;Roger, confirming engine shutdown in &#8211;T 0.00.00.00.00&#8221;-command
Pyotr turned a knob and flipped a key. The engines successfully shut down, and the plane was already down to 18,000 feet.
-&#8220;Oh my Stalin, what the hell is going on here?!-Igor yelled
&#8220;Nothing sir, we just had a-
-WHAM! BOOM!!!
The missile had impacted.
It ripped open a hole near the plane&#8217;s cockpit.
The Galaxy was dying.
Stanislaw was dead.
Pyotr, with the rest of his strength, notified command about their altitude, direction, location and speed. It was the last time he would do this in his life.
Igor was so frightened, he did not know what to do. Soon the power went out, and he was alone on a ghost plane. The only instrument that worked was the altitude reader, which now showed 12,000 feet and decreasing. Igor closed his eyes, waiting for the same fate that met Pyotr and Stanislaw
Meanwhile, in command, people were screaming and yelling. A Scandinavian missile, (as they soon found out the missile&#8217;s launch base) had just hit the Galaxy. Soon thereafter, they lost all radio contact. However, according to their radars, the beast was still airborne, but coming down fast, so it had not yet exploded. Even though the chance was miniscule, there still might be someone alive. According to their calculations from Pyotr&#8217;s last report, the plane was 11,000 feet above the ground, at 300 mph, but slowing down., so by the time it was at 0 feet, it would only be flying at 80 mph, still sufficiently fast. It would fall right into the Baltic Sea. Command was notifying any sufficiently large naval vessels in the territory to report to the location that the plane was most likely to hit.
A battleship was quickly found, but only the captain was told the story, not anyone else aboard the U.F.S. Red Star, as the ship was called, knew the motives of the move to the location.
The bomber was now at 7,000 feet, but contradicting the previous report, it was still at 300 mph, with no intentions of slowing down. The situation was dangerous now. The crewmen aboard the Red Star saw a speck in the sky, rapidly flying towards the vessel, arising some speculation between them. Igor opened his eyes for a moment. He saw how close the plane was away from the water, and in despair almost closed his eyes, when he suddenly saw a ship right in front of him. Why wasn&#8217;t it sailing away as fast as it possibly could to escape the plane? Then it dawned on him- he was going to land on the ship!
Looking at his speed, that seemed impossible, but if he could just find the brake&#8230;In desperation he began hitting every key, pulling and turning every lever and knob. None of those responded anyway because of the lack of electricity. In desperation he pressed on a pedal. Two plates on the plane&#8217;s wings opened and because of the created friction, the plane was slowing down fast. He was overjoyed until he noticed the altitude detector- it showed 2,000 feet-barely, and decreasing.
Command was so surprised about the drop in speed (150mph), that one of the personnel having his regular vanilla and hazelnut coffee, nearly choked on it.
By now everyone on board the Red Star was panic-stricken. They were running and screaming all around the battleship, others were simply staring at the ever-closer bomber.
The captains aid whispered to the captain urgently
-&#8220;Orders, sir, orders!&#8221;
The captain was silent. The Galaxy was now at 1,000 feet, flying at 75 mph. Igor was petrified.
-Orders, orders!&#8221;
The captain remained silent. The plane was at 200 feet, flying at 50mph.
-Orders, sir, orders!!!&#8221; The Galaxy would hit the ship any time now.
-Abandon ship or run to the storage level!&#8221; the Captain roared.
At that precise moment the plane impacted the ship. The ship tilted upwards and the most of the sailors were flung overboard. Explosions rattled the ship to its core. Entire sections of the ship were blowing up and creating huge holes, through which water, was quickly flowing in. Debris was flying everywhere. The galaxy was spinning all over the ship, tilting it once to the left, once to the right. Despite everything, the captain remained next to his station, gripping a handrail. His aid was dead. The plane spun once more, and it finally stopped, its cockpit facing the captain. Igor, badly wounded, stepped out of the Galaxy&#8217;s remnants and waved to the captain.
-&#8220;Welcome to Scandinavia, Igor!&#8221; The captain, also wounded, said.
-&#8220;A new age is upon us, my friend&#8221; Igor whispered &#8220;We must show Scandinavia and the world that the Ural Federation is not a nation to be confronted with. We must prepare for this age, and prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.&#8221;