Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Xavier Suarez is glad that there is a chance for peace between these two factions, and hopes this peace can spread to the rest of the world.
INES II: Gone is the Old Guard
- Thread starter Imago
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In my defense for the way I set that up, the People's Crushers divisions are filled with murderous military police groups. They're not only composed of giant lawnmowers.
What amazes me is that that statset has a line for 'nuked cities'. The only thing I could think of pulling from that statset is Education, but I'm not sure if I just want to clarify my system like Abaddon implicated, or if I really do want to overhaul it. Anyway, that's probably a question for later.
24 hour order submission deadline warning should have been a little while ago.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Well some of us were very trigger happy back then. *scowls at certain long gone members*
TerrisH
Mischief?
The Liberation party happily signs the treaty of Zurich.
South America, the capitalist countries in Africa, Europe, Asia, and Oceania, and generally parts of war-torn countries away from the battlefronts, even in North America. The company sells arms as well as just about everything else.
13/26 orders in.
16/26 orders in. Less than 12 hours to deadline. I found out that I really will be going away on Friday (yay), so I can't really push the deadline back much farther if you guys want to see an update in a day and not a week. I already have enough orders to update, so be warned.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Should have mine in soon, you know how detailed I like to be in wartime... 
Expect them in 2 hours at the latest.
Expect them in 2 hours at the latest.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Cronus Xanthou, now in a perked-up mood, eyed the scientists in his office carefully. "How do I know that you're not just pulling my leg to get funding for some pet project you have somewhere? I find these claims of yours to be quite extraordinary."
The Asian--appeared to be Japanese--smiled smartly. "Why would we lie to the great Cronus Xanthou? To lie to him would be to assume that he is a fool. But how could we assume that the leader of the Constantinople Federation and the DEP is a fool?"
"Fool or not," Xanthou said, standing up from behind his desk, showing off more of his fabulous new black uniform, "I am a man of power, and many in your position want favors from men like me. And they may stretch the truth just to get me to believe them."
"And why would I stretch the truth if I knew that there is nothing I could get by you and your marvelous mind?"
Xanthou planted his fists on his desk and just about stabbed the scientists with his piercing eyes. "Cut the flattery. It's not going to work. I'm not like Putin or Rice or any of those other dictators you're used to dealing with. I want strait truth. I don't need you to tell me I'm great to know I'm great."
The Japanese man stopped smiling. "President Xanthou, to put it simply, I am not exaggerating my claim. We believe we can locate the gene that controls lifespan. And we believe that we can possibly develop a gene that could extend lifespan for who knows how long, and that with a certain drug we could force a mutation that would extend life rather than shorten it, to possibly even a hundred and fifty years! And even slow the aging process! I am not exaggerating when I claim that we could have uncovered a fountain of youth! President Xanthou, I can say this to you without flattering you. And all that I ask is that you support our research program. Wouldn't you want to live to see your nation develop under your leadership for perhaps a century?"
"Of course I would. That is not the point. I'm just not convinced that this is what you're saying. And I can't just throw money away recklessly." Xanthou sat back down in his chair and leaned against the wall.
The scientist sighed. "President Xanthou, we do have scientific proof. And we can show it to you. We've been able to slow the aging in rats considerably. We've expanded their average lifespan from two years to three, and we've seen great progress. All that we ask is that you give us a little support. Is that too much to ask?"
Xanthou leaned on one of the arms of his chair, his head in his palm. They weren't going away without some sort of bone being thrown at them--unless it were thrown with malicious intent. And they weren't lying. So he said, "I'll think about it tonight. I'm not making any sort of promise."
The scientist smiled. "My associates and I are patient. We can wait for you to make this very important decision. May we call again tomorrow?"
"Don't call me. I'll call you," Xanthou growled.
The man smiled. "Certainly. May we meet again, President Xanthou." And with that, he and his associates left Cronus Xanthou's office.
After the door shut, Xanthou swore. When one came to power, soon many were swarming around like vultures to possibly get one of the scraps available. He could have them executed. But that wouldn't be prudent. Better just to deal with the nuisance for now. Xanthou leaned back into another one of the nuisances of power: paperwork.
The Asian--appeared to be Japanese--smiled smartly. "Why would we lie to the great Cronus Xanthou? To lie to him would be to assume that he is a fool. But how could we assume that the leader of the Constantinople Federation and the DEP is a fool?"
"Fool or not," Xanthou said, standing up from behind his desk, showing off more of his fabulous new black uniform, "I am a man of power, and many in your position want favors from men like me. And they may stretch the truth just to get me to believe them."
"And why would I stretch the truth if I knew that there is nothing I could get by you and your marvelous mind?"
Xanthou planted his fists on his desk and just about stabbed the scientists with his piercing eyes. "Cut the flattery. It's not going to work. I'm not like Putin or Rice or any of those other dictators you're used to dealing with. I want strait truth. I don't need you to tell me I'm great to know I'm great."
The Japanese man stopped smiling. "President Xanthou, to put it simply, I am not exaggerating my claim. We believe we can locate the gene that controls lifespan. And we believe that we can possibly develop a gene that could extend lifespan for who knows how long, and that with a certain drug we could force a mutation that would extend life rather than shorten it, to possibly even a hundred and fifty years! And even slow the aging process! I am not exaggerating when I claim that we could have uncovered a fountain of youth! President Xanthou, I can say this to you without flattering you. And all that I ask is that you support our research program. Wouldn't you want to live to see your nation develop under your leadership for perhaps a century?"
"Of course I would. That is not the point. I'm just not convinced that this is what you're saying. And I can't just throw money away recklessly." Xanthou sat back down in his chair and leaned against the wall.
The scientist sighed. "President Xanthou, we do have scientific proof. And we can show it to you. We've been able to slow the aging in rats considerably. We've expanded their average lifespan from two years to three, and we've seen great progress. All that we ask is that you give us a little support. Is that too much to ask?"
Xanthou leaned on one of the arms of his chair, his head in his palm. They weren't going away without some sort of bone being thrown at them--unless it were thrown with malicious intent. And they weren't lying. So he said, "I'll think about it tonight. I'm not making any sort of promise."
The scientist smiled. "My associates and I are patient. We can wait for you to make this very important decision. May we call again tomorrow?"
"Don't call me. I'll call you," Xanthou growled.
The man smiled. "Certainly. May we meet again, President Xanthou." And with that, he and his associates left Cronus Xanthou's office.
After the door shut, Xanthou swore. When one came to power, soon many were swarming around like vultures to possibly get one of the scraps available. He could have them executed. But that wouldn't be prudent. Better just to deal with the nuisance for now. Xanthou leaned back into another one of the nuisances of power: paperwork.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Oh boo. I was going to write a story about lifespan expansion. Guess I'll go for something else.
She walked into the secret facility not sure what to expect, but certainly not this. The building was well hidden underground through a completely inconspicuous entrance. The first hallway was entered after going through a pair of thick blast doors, it would take so many explosives to blow it open the entire entrance way would collapse. Well designed actually her well trained mind told her.
The blast doors opened once her retina scans were confirmed. The hallway beyond reminded her of the clean and sterile appearance from the hospital she was in when her left arm had been broken in training. It was oddly comforting.
A doctor approached her from a room on the left. He also wore the rank of Lieutenant General. She came to attention smartly as he approached. "Sir!" he stopped and looked at her for a fraction of a second before she continued. "Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik reported as directed, sir!"
"Do you fully agree that you have volunteered for this seargent?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Follow me then." he waved a hand towards the second door on the left and began to lead the way himself. Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik followed dutifully.
In the next room she removed her uniform and was inspected by the doctor who then waved her into an area where she was sanitized from head to toe. The doctor then led her into another room, it turned out to be an operating room. She laid down on the operating table and then the doctor put the anesthesia mask on her face and began counting down from ten. " 'ashara, tis'a, thamaan...."
She never fully stayed under though and could hear random snippets of conversation. "Excellent bone structure to work enhancements on." and "This should enhance her reflexes significantly." and finally "...well it should work, after all this isn't what caused the problem earlier."
Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik looked over her body in the mirror while she was getting dressed in her cleaned uniform. There were no obvious scars she could see, but she could feel the difference. She could see clearer than before, she was able to move much more gracefully, and she felt lighter in her body even after she had weighed herself and actually gained weight, but it was pure and well placed muscle.
"Good." She turned around and the doctor was standing there. "My best work to date. Take a day off and then return for duty. Your orders have already been sent to your unit."
"Sir, you have done this wonderful thing for me and I do not know your name." He looked at her for a moment and then a slight smile came to his face.
"And you are not allowed to. I am classified. I don't exist. Understood?"
She nodded and then he waived her out. She left and wondered what her mission would be. Whatever it was it would be an excellent test of her improvements.
The blast doors opened once her retina scans were confirmed. The hallway beyond reminded her of the clean and sterile appearance from the hospital she was in when her left arm had been broken in training. It was oddly comforting.
A doctor approached her from a room on the left. He also wore the rank of Lieutenant General. She came to attention smartly as he approached. "Sir!" he stopped and looked at her for a fraction of a second before she continued. "Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik reported as directed, sir!"
"Do you fully agree that you have volunteered for this seargent?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Follow me then." he waved a hand towards the second door on the left and began to lead the way himself. Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik followed dutifully.
In the next room she removed her uniform and was inspected by the doctor who then waved her into an area where she was sanitized from head to toe. The doctor then led her into another room, it turned out to be an operating room. She laid down on the operating table and then the doctor put the anesthesia mask on her face and began counting down from ten. " 'ashara, tis'a, thamaan...."
She never fully stayed under though and could hear random snippets of conversation. "Excellent bone structure to work enhancements on." and "This should enhance her reflexes significantly." and finally "...well it should work, after all this isn't what caused the problem earlier."
Sergeant Isra Hafza Farrah el Malik looked over her body in the mirror while she was getting dressed in her cleaned uniform. There were no obvious scars she could see, but she could feel the difference. She could see clearer than before, she was able to move much more gracefully, and she felt lighter in her body even after she had weighed herself and actually gained weight, but it was pure and well placed muscle.
"Good." She turned around and the doctor was standing there. "My best work to date. Take a day off and then return for duty. Your orders have already been sent to your unit."
"Sir, you have done this wonderful thing for me and I do not know your name." He looked at her for a moment and then a slight smile came to his face.
"And you are not allowed to. I am classified. I don't exist. Understood?"
She nodded and then he waived her out. She left and wondered what her mission would be. Whatever it was it would be an excellent test of her improvements.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Imago@ I forgot to include in my orders, but could you free all Chicago Pact POW's and Japanese POW's. But do not free the AF POW's or Venezuelan POW's. Thanks.
Vertinari118
Deity
In fact I think I might pull out of this NES. Its been great fun but I cannot justify being so inactive when I am a major regional power like Brazil. That said Imago please drop me a PM if the Brazilian army get a little dissatisfied with the democratic government of Brazil.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Deadline is passed according to my watch. I'm GMT+1 and it's 15:00 already.
