GoobNES01: Fallout (Second Thread)

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To: Russia
From: The Democratic Republic of Nigeria
I am disappointed to see that you have been bought out by the African Federation and are prepared to support an undemocratic and aggressive government that has had a proven record of genocide and uses brute force to crush political opponents.

It is sad to see that Russia, along with many other world nations, are prepared to sit idely by while Africa is swallowed up by a megolomaniac dictator. The new President, General Shaka Zulu, may only be a threat to his neighbours in Africa just now, but how long before he threatens the rest of the world? You have a chance now, along with the rest of the international community, to prevent Zulu from invading his neighbours and to help protect the freedom, sovereignty and rights of millions of people in Nigeria, Cameroon, Kenya and beyond.

Yours,
President Mubarak Mustafa

To: The United Islamic States
From: The Democratic Republic of Nigeria
We thank you greatly for your support against the imperialist AF.
 
Somewhere in an underground base,something wicked this way comes...

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"Klerikov: Your appointment to UDBA should be finalized within the week. I've already discussed the matter with the Kommisar."
"Prokor : I take it he was agreeable?"
"Klerikov: He didn't really have a choice."
Prokor : Has he been infected?"
"Klerikov: Oh yes. Most certainly. When I mentioned we could put him on the priority list for the Ziv vaccine, he was so willing it was almost pathetic."
"Prokor : This plague AIDS... after a period of time,people will start to die in large numbers, riots will occur and probably intensify to a point where we may not be able to contain them."
"Klerikov: Why contain them?Let them spill over into the schools and churches, let the bodies pile up in the streets. In the end they'll beg us to save them."
"Prokor : I've received reports of armed attacks on shipments of a new test cure produced by Ivory Coast. There's not enough medicine to go around, and the underclasses are starting to get desperate."
"Klerikov: Of course they're desperate; they can smell their deaths, and the sound they'll make rattling their cages will serve as a warning to the rest.Besides their cure only slows down the inevitable.
"Prokor : Mmh. I hope you're not underestimating the problem.The others may not go as quietly as you think,intelligence suggest that the Illuminati are behind the recent problems in the south."
"Klerikov: A bunch of pretentious old men playing at running the world. But the world left them behind long ago. We are the future."
"Prokor : We have other problems."
"Klerikov: KOS?"
"Prokor : Formed by executive order after the smuggling of VX containers. I have someone in place though. I'm more concerned about Kanader,leader of Illuminati R&D. He's relocated to RF."
"Klerikov: Our biochem corpus is far in advance of theirs, as is our electronic sentience.And their... ethical inflexibility' has allowed us to make progress in areas they refuse to consider."
"Prokor : The augmentation project?"
"Klerikov: Among other things. But, I must admit, I have been somewhat disappointed with the performance of the primary unit."
"Prokor : The secondary unit should be online soon. It's currently undergoing preparations and should be operational within six months. If necessary, the primary will be terminated."
"Klerikov: We've had to endure much, you and I, but soon there will be order again, a new age. Aquinas spoke of the mythical City on the Hill, soon that city will be a reality, and we will be crowned its kings. Or better than kings... Gods!"
 
Well you developed the cure ;)
 
One Mile Down, Millions of Light Years to Go

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Baikonur Kosmodrome
"3...2...1...pusk!" - the rocket begun to slowly move up. Rumbling shook the ground and within the seconds the rocket was up in the air.
"Projectory stable...all readings normal...fuel deplition normal..." - Kraukhin was almost jumping from joy, even though he was not in charge of the project.
"Orbit achieved. The rocket is in stable orbit!" - Kraukhin was the first to yell out an "ura" that was carried by the rest of the scientsits and military personel present.
Korolev, the designer of the rocket was probably second most excited person in the field. He was glowing with pride.
"Begining re-entry sequence...atmosphere breached, trajectory stable...all readings stable...re-entry complete." - the rocket would land in the Caspian Sea within a few minutes. The first ever test flight of a solid-hydrogen fueled rocket was complete.
And Korolev was looking into the past and was glad it worked. The Military was looking into the present and was glad it worked. Kraukhin was looking into the future and was even more glad it worked.

Sudan, Sahara Desert
"Faster, faster," - two men in desert uniform where hurrying across the monotonous landscape.
"Common Grigory, just a few more kilometers and we will be done." - The first man was Grigory Daugeh, a physisist and an adventurer who allowed his friend to drag him into this crazy expedition.
"Im going, Im going, do you have any water left?" - The other man was Alexei Bykov, an engineer and just as much a crazy adventurer like the first.
"Just a little bit, but we should save it," - The men were best of friends and this was by far not their first time in a desert together going through an adventure.
The Sun was up high, shining on the two men, and the moon was a little lower, barely visible due to the glare of the Sun. Bykov took his binoculars and looked in the direction of the moon where he thought he saw a little speck of light. And indeed a bright star was shining there - Venus. And his mind wondered off, thinking about a wonderful and crazy adventure on Venus.

Lake Baikal
A lone figure is walking through the dense forest surrounding the lake. A tall, very handsome man, with a backpack and a pair of binoculars. He treads slowly along the lake, stopping from time to time to examine something. Then he begins walking again, and sings to himself:
"Понимаешь, ето странно, очень странно..." - and so he walked along the far edge of the lake, with not a single other soul around. His name was Vladimir Yurkovsky, and as he walked he noticed the reflection of the moon and the stars in the lake. One was especially bright, and he looked up to find it. "The Geology of Venus," - he thought to himself, - "now that would be something to study."

Crimea, South Ukraine
"Good luck," - friends were cheering on a well built man who was climing into the cockpit of a military airplane.
"Thank you, I'll see you all in a few!" - a wonderfully bright smile spread over his tan fase as Bogdan Spitsin waved back to them.
Simple controls. Engine started, slowly turn the plane around and then start. The engines roared and the new plane dashed down the runway and lifted off, off into the night sky.
As he rose higher and higher the stars became brighter and brighter, and there was one straight ahead of him. A bright star, or maybe a planet, that was almost saying "come here, try to reach me" to him. And he pressed on, straight for that star. Or was it a planet?

Vostok-4, Outer Space
"Docking doors sealed. Ready to disengage. Over." - Mikhail Krutikov was one of the Russian Austronaughts who piloted the Vostok spacecraft from one station to the next.
"Roger that. Releasing magnetic seals. You are free to go Vostok. Good Flight. Over." - on the other end was an American austronaught aboard MirII. Krutikov never liked Americans, but hey, if they had to work together he would work even with the devil if he would be allowed to pilot something in space.
"Thank you Mir. Krutikov out." - and then came the silence. Nothing and no one until Mikhail reached the Luna Station. He sighed and looked over the controls one last time. Everything was set and he had many a long hour ahead of him. Before dozing off he looked out towards a bright star he could see far away. Venus was especially pretty today. Now that would be a flight, a glorious flight.

Plesetsk Kosmodrome
Yermakov was slowly putting on his uniform. He never liked all this pompous stuff, a uniform with gold buttons, white gloves...what was it all for? He was no better than an ordinary man, just happened to be in charde of a whole Kosmodrome. But he put them on and went to work as usual.
"Good Morning Anatoly Vladmimirovich!" - that was a good worker greeting his boss. But then again, everyone greeted him that way, weather they were in a good mood or not.
"Everything going good, no emergencies." - the report for the night.
Of course there were no emergencies, what could possibly happen? People didnt understand that Anatoly wanted emergencies. Wanted new projects. Wanted to do something other than sit around and fill out bureacratic paperwork. Afterall, he was the best austronaught of RosKosmos, the legend who first landed on the Moon. And all he did now was paperwork. He sighed and looked up at a picture of Venus hanging in his office. Now, if only some day...

MGU, Moscow
Korolev was greeted with enthusiastic cheers by his coleagues. Broad smiles on everyone's fases were the result of a first milestone achieved in a great project that the MGU was working on.
"Now, everyone will have a chance to congratulate Sergey personally, but I want to have a quick meeting." - Kraukhin spoke out. He rose through administrative ranks very fast, and was not very respected amongst the scientists, but never the less they settled down.
"I just want a report from every other team if that is ok." - as if it might not be.
"The study of radiation and waves is in its last stages, we will be finished soon" - Sakharov's announcement brought about a new round of applause.
"The generator will also be completly perfected by the end of the year." - Kurchatov's announcement alos brought about cheering. Everyone remembered the incident with Ryazanov last year and did not want it to happen again.
"A year for the theory, another year for practical aplication," - the sceptical Cleomei spoke out. Nobody knew for sure what he was working on, but it was something big.
"Our work is hit or miss, but I think within two or three years we will have what we need," - Kharitonov's work was indeed hit and miss. Could find what they needed tomorrow, could find it in four years.
"Hios will be ready when we have the rest of the projects done. Design is going great, but we need solid designs from Kurchatov and Khariton." - Korolev was still smiling from the sucessful test yearlier this week.
"Four years?" - Kraukhin seemed please, - "If its only four years I should start worrying about a crew for the mission."

RosKosmos Building, Moscow
"And now Gentelmen, I introduce the last member of your crew, Alexei Bykov." - All eyes turned towards a short and stout young man. The group indeed included people of all varieties.
"Vladimir Yurkovsky, a geologist" - A tall and handsome blonde man bowed politely.
"Bogdan Spitsin, pilot" - Average height, either very tan or having some Middle Eastern blood in him.
"Mikhail Krutikov, navogator," - This man was also tall, but very pale and skinny. He appeared to be a technical worker, and if it were not for a uniform Bykov could have mistaken him for a techy.
"Well, I don't think I need any introductions here," - Daugeh and Bykov hugged, and as they did Daugeh whispered, - "Im so glad you are here pal, so glad."
"And now," - said Kraukhin a little forcefully to get Bykov's attention, - "Anatoly Yermakov, commander." Bykov instantly turned around and brought himself up into a military salute. The ageing Astronaught with gray hair was a legend that even engineers who spent half their time in deserts have heard about.
"And now Gentelmen, lets talk about your mission..."
 
Offical American Statement​

The American government has negociated with the Russian government over the controversial issues of Alaska, and the American Military. As of yet, the Military is still being neogicated, although strides toward possible lifting of the restriction is being looked into.

Alaska, however, has been resolved. Alaska is being re-sold to America to further cooperation between each nation, and lessen the hostilites which might lead to an even worse war than before. For 10 econ., 2 Russian Military Bases, DMZ in Alaska, and the removal of restrictions on Russian compainies, Alaska will become part of America once more. It is the sincere hope between both governments, that this trimuph will heal the wounds of the past, so that a new future may be realized between all humanity.
 
CLARIFICATION FROM THE RUSSIAN GOVERNMENT

There are a number of political restrictions that the USA government neglected to mention, such as American non-involvement in all Middle Eastern affairs. In addition, the sale of Alaska will not take place until the military side of the debate has been finalized, but Russia confirms that the two sides have made significant progress.
 
OOC: Oh, yeah, I totally forgot about that Middle eastern thingie...
 
Yeah dont you forget it too soon either contempt. You dont want a billion angry Muslims on your hands mate.
 
Treaty Of Stockholm

Article One
Greece and the United Islamic States agree to this peace treaty and pledge to assit each other in the principles of democracy, liberty and freedom that all citizens of the world should enjoy. This treaty therefore ends the state of war that existed between the two nations.

Article Two
The island of Cyprus will be considered the Republic of Cyprus based of a directly elected government of their peers with all citizens of Cyprus 18 years and older holding the franschise.

Article Three
Greece and the United Islamic States each pledge 1 eco point a year for 2 years to assit the Cypriot government in establishing a capabale framework for a stable and productive democracy.

Article Four.
Greece and the United Islamic States will sign a Non-Aggression Treaty to ensure that our peoples do not fight again. This pact will be renewable every 10 years.

Signed the United Islamic States's President.
 
Oh btw, this is my 6000th post!!!
 
OOC - Ohh, the negotiations go well 'tween the USA and RF . . . interesting . . .

For the Update, unless I received a massive flood of orders, it will not be tomorrow. i don't really have the time for it anywy, I have some miscellaneous crap to do them anyway. Days off work get busy.

I have 9 orders, from UIS, Falklands, Ivory Coast, CU, AF, Yugoslavia, Israel, Malaysia, and USA. That is NOT enough to Update.
 
Greece readily signs the Treaty of Stockholm.
 
Dude I havent sent my orders yet, haha, that makes you having 8 orders. That thing I sent you last night was NOT a set of orders!
 
The United Islamic States announces the ending of hostilities against Greece and the United States of Europe and welcomes the return of peace with our European brothers. Recommencement of trade should come quickly I gather.
 
Russia extends its congratulations to Greece and the UIS

OOC: I will create and post a treaty regarding the sale of Alaska to the USA tomorrow, it will be good. And no comments on my story? I thought Goober would apreciate it seeing how he is the only one that really knows whats going on and the rest of you would be at the very least intrigued.
 
Yes, sorry Storm, I liked it, I was just in a hurry to get to finishing off the Bourne Supremacy. Man its good, especially the chase scenes . . .

Anyway, enough side-tracking. Since i dun have enough orders for tomorrow, lets plan for an Update on my next day off, which will likely be next Tuesday.
 
I have 9 orders, from UIS, Falklands, Ivory Coast, CU, AF, Yugoslavia, Israel, Malaysia, and USA. That is NOT enough to Update.
Why not...? The CU could use a little leapfrog to catch up with the world. :) It is the fault of the nation leaders if they are being lazy bums.
 
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