KaiserIOT: Dream of a World

[christos200]

As much likely it is for Mexico to cause as much damage as they claim to those countries, so likely is that you will annex them.

 

[Mathalamus]

As much likely it is for Mexico to cause as much damage as they claim to those countries, so likely is that you will annex them.

agreed. we may not be able to do it now, but eventually, we will.

 

[Ailedhoo]

Even if "Rome" can get to Mexico (if they bypass the Yugoslavian armies set to conquer Constantinople) they will find that the Gethic will not want Mexico, for its fault, to be annexed by a foe of the Gethic Hand. As such we would suggest Mexico stops bluffing by denouncing its bomb threats and that it avoid dragging the Gethic Hand into a war. We hence continue our support for Yugoslavia and will be prepared to support the Mexican military should they feel that the Mexican government is threatening order.

 

[christos200]

The fact that you believe that you can somehow invade a nation in an other continent while your army is bogged down by Yugoslavia shows that you have no sense of reality. Even if we did not crush you, the supply lines to send such a fleet would be a huge problem, especially since you have no ports in the Atlantic part of Europe. Also, you state clearly your plan to invade them, giving them time to mobilize and prepare defenses. It is clear that you are incompetent and have no idea of military strategy whatsoever.

 

[Mathalamus]

Even if "Rome" can get to Mexico (if they bypass the Yugoslavian armies set to conquer Constantinople) they will find that the Gethic will not want Mexico, for its fault, to be annexed by a foe of the Gethic Hand. As such we would suggest Mexico stops bluffing by denouncing its bomb threats and that it avoid dragging the Gethic Hand into a war. We hence continue our support for Yugoslavia and will be prepared to support the Mexican military should they feel that the Mexican government is threatening order.

The fact that you believe that you can somehow invade a nation in an other continent while your army is bogged down by Yugoslavia shows that you have no sense of reality. Even if we did not crush you, the supply lines to send such a fleet would be a huge problem, especially since you have no ports in the Atlantic part of Europe. Also, you state clearly your plan to invade them, giving them time to mobilize and prepare defenses. It is clear that you are incompetent and have no idea of military strategy whatsoever.

alright, keep thinking that.

 

[christos200]

It is clear that you cannot prove that my position is wrong, so you do not reply directly. A foolish man denies his mistakes. A great man learns from them, even if they are pointed our by his enemies. The Roman Emperor is foolish, is constantly bragging and has not idea of military strategy.

 

[Mathalamus]

It is clear that you cannot prove that my position is wrong, so you do not reply directly. A foolish man denies his mistakes. A great man learns from them, even if they are pointed our by his enemies. The Roman Emperor is foolish, is constantly bragging and has not idea of military strategy.

we have a plan for that, we just dont wish to reveal it to you.

(OOC: i did learn it was a bad idea to publicly state anything, so...)

 

[KaiserElectric]

Time to get things back on track, kiddos!


Nine hundred hours. Tuesday breakfast is a bagel, toasted in an oven at 176 degrees Celsius for exactly four minutes and twelve seconds, buttered lightly with a pinch of cinnamon, served with a Café miel with extra honey, stirred briskly and heated to near-boiling. Pleased to see that the automated chef had finished its task in record time (five seconds earlier than normal), Claudia Holzer, better known to those outside the corporate circle as the Wulfram Wasp, collected her breakfast and began a brisk walk to the center of the workshop.

"Activate virtual workshop," Claudia ordered the deceptively empty room. "Model Five Zero Five...Omega." Right on cue, a blue orb suspended from the ceiling hummed to life, shooting beams of light around the room that slowly morphed into blue holographic images of tools, benches, virtual floating notepads, and a large overhead monitor, which began connecting to the Holzer satellite grid. Wearing a satisfied smile, she took a sip of her coffee and set it down on the hardened light desktop.

"Give me a handheld, virtual secretary, delta gyroscope, Lumiweld apparatus and the Mark 6 prototype."

The orb hummed again, forming new items on the table and producing a holographic projection of her latest Wulfram Wasp armor. More light collected on her left to form into a blue-tinted man with chiseled features wearing a business suit.

"Schedule," Claudia said through a mouthful of bagel as she manipulated the armor hologram to zoom in on a component on the shoulder of the suit and picked up a device with her free hand that resembled something between a pen and a blow torch.

"The board of executives have a meeting at noon, and there is a charity event this evening at eighteen hundred hours," the hologram recited in a dry monotone.

"Good, I can fix the energy intake of the delta repulser on segment ninety five without removing the kevlar in that timeframe," Claudia reasoned. "Messages."

"CERN is still waiting to hear back about-"

"Yes, yes, no, depends on the amount of inherent energy, not unless you want to suck the Earth into a black hole again," she sniped back. "Send reply."

The hologram man paused. "Reply sent. There are also a few messages on the high priority channels."

"Play them."

"Good evening Ms. Holzer," the hologram said in a voice that wasn't his own, deeper and with the hint of a Turkish accent. "We managed to shield the Holzer reactors from the worst of the Yugoslavian attack. Zonguldak reactor will be down for a few days but we're working overtime on getting the damn thing running. The Roman AA guns are doing nicely, and the human atom bomb is keeping civilian casualties to a minimum. Will let you know if anything else develops. Executive Bolat, Roman Branch."

"Good, good," Claudia said, twisting virtual wires around effortlessly while taking frequent sips of her coffee. "Continue."

"Yo, Claudia," the hologram said in a female voice, making a jarring transition from German to Kiwi-accented English. "Ta for the help dealing with Steam Machine. The piker's in a comfy cell now reinforced with that singin' metal you suggested, and he's been sittin' quiet ever since. Next time you're down here for one of your conferences I'll buy you a drink. Cheers, Demo Roo."

Claudia rolled her eyes and continued to work on the armor. She'd be annoyed at the kangaroo using the high priority channel in such a personal manner if she hadn't had such a good time outwitting the clueless hunk of metal that the two of them fought.

"No further messages," the hologram said. "Also, you appear to have a visitor."

Claudia looked up sharply. A figure was floating just outside of the massive windows letting light into the room, shadowed yet easily recognized by the staff clutched in his hand and the distinct curve of his beak.

"Open windows," Claudia ordered. The massive screens slid sideways into the walls on either end, revealing a large spacious rooftop which Claudia used for testing the flight capabilities of her suit. There, floating just above the surface of the concrete, was a tall and lean figure that resembled a cross between a bird and a man. Uncharacteristically dressed in a simple leather coat and jeans, the man touched down gently on the ground, his hand clutching a golden staff with the head of a falcon upon it.

"Good morning An," Claudia said, sending the armor into the table with a flourish of the hand. "That's an interesting look for you."

"I have grown tired of people outside of Egypt asking why I'm wearing a skirt," An Horus said irritably but with a small hint of regality. "So this is my 'traveling outfit', unfortunately."

"Fair enough," Claudia said. "Personally I like the shendyt, optimal for rigorous activity in high temperature climates while offering protection and feeding into the mythos. Considered it for a variant on the Mark 4 for usage in warmer regions. But I assume you didn't come all the way here to discuss fashion advice."

"That was not my intention, no," Horus uttered, looking around the room curiously. "It has to do with the Lady Hadjara. She has been missing for the past three months."

"You're aware that not being found is practically her motif at this point, right? She's almost as bad as Timberwolf."

"Of course I know that," Horus said irritably, gripping the staff tighter and causing the eyes of the falcon to glow faintly. "Usually she is made aware when someone seeks her counsel, though, and I have yet to be contacted. The last anyone in Africa even heard of her was when al-Hayat contacted the Maghrebi about troop movements South of Morocco."
Claudia paused, pondering in between sips of her coffee. "So...you need my help to track her down, among everyone else you could have gone to. I take it this has something to do with her condition?"

Horus' eyes widened in surprise. "You knew...?"

"Of course I knew, it was patently obvious," Claudia retorted. "If my theory is correct, and it rarely isn't, Lady Hadjara could be in serious trouble. It certainly explains the response I got to my own message to her on the high priority channels a week ago. Secretary, play back last week's response from unknown user."

"Those who deny Janna," the virtual secretary repeated. "Fear the fury of the Houri."

Orders hard lock in 24 hours.

 

[Mathalamus]

well, at least it confirms that Roman AA guns work.

 

[Ailedhoo]

Director Vinsin Vancore of the Gethic Hand was wearing a white cotton shirt with a brown blazer and trousers, sitting at a desk while reading the news on his VTablet (the Gethic way to access date daily!) on the apparent fortunes of the Constantinople defense, with dismay results for the Yugoslavian effort though Vancore still bettered and hoped for a victory for his ally. He was drinking a cappuccino with chocolate on when a knock hit the oaken doors of his oval office. "Enter" went Vancore is a rather uncharacteristically smoothing voice. One of the Coreguards standing outside the door opened it and entered in a young officer in dark blue uniform complete with officer cap and wearing a expression of nervous intent as his pitch black mustache crawled over his oaken face. "You must be Vishal Jalal" went Vancore with a smile. "Has Ihsan Ba conducted his economic plan for me?"

"Yes sir!" went Jalal with alarm. "The Director Treasurer has conducted a economic plan for you."

"Then present" went Vancore as he was sipping some coffee, the cream of which mark his facial hairs.

Vishal Jalal placed a large, stapled collection of pages in front of Vinsin Vancore on his oaken desk. The document read "Α Economic Plan" which in broad English would have appeared quite literal of the purpose but the A was not A as in the English A but rather the Greek letter alpha, though Vancore himself was not at first signt aware of this and stared with amusement and confusion at the naming style of the Gethic's chief economist until Jalal spoke of what the "A" stood for, which Vancore then asked why the document could have had "Alpha" just there to avoid confusion in which Jalal admitted with just a gesture to confirm that he was not in knowing of Ba's thinking processes. After the initial "what?" moments the Director of the Gethic Hand began to look at the document his Director Treasurer produced.

How to describe "A Economic Plan" or at least how far Vancore read at that moment? A summary would have went like this:

"A Economic Plan" made the case for improving the Gethic economic condition to further enhance the expansionist effort and to aid the Gethic in quest of their dream of becoming a hegemony by allowing into the economic sector along with the war department. Heavy industry, as the Gethic before perused for their military efforts, was encourage but also came was commercial industries to aid boost the moral of the population, plans to expand on the newly rebuild Hollywood to guarantee Gethic had not only a new cultural leverage but a dominion in the film industry, granding corporations a auction for lands in the former USA so that competition could be encouraged, a granting of private mines along with the nationalist uranium mines in Wyoming, plans for a rebuild national railway within Gethic territories and establishment of Singapore as the central stock exchange of the Gethic Hand. Indeed plans were set for incorporating Singapore's corporations into become citizen companies in the Gethic Hand with promise of great access to (cheap) labor and even permission to serve workers from the gulags. The Director Tressurer asked for permission for his department to have their central offices in Singapore while a encouragement to invest in information industries could allow the Gethic to gain greater commercial success... and a means to ensure they could have a dominating influence on the internet as to tame it for the sake of order. The Gethic would be able to set their own internet and vision for the information age, with establish banking to encourage investments and investigation, while the nationalist farms and weapons factories would continue to function alongside private farms and weapons factories. Indeed the suggestion of a global arms industry would allow the Gethic to benefit economically from the industrial military complex. Further the document stated...

"I will finish reading later" went Vancore to Jajal. "Return to Ba and tell him that I will implement his policy suggestions but know I am a man of balance; I see myself as a economic moderate, seeing between free reign and command. I will consider even granting them tax relieves as long they bring the Gethic funds and products."

"Of course Director" went Jalal, leaving the room before turning back to face Vancore, hailing the Director as the Coreguard went to close the door. Vancore sat back and picked up the phone to arrange for a meeting to discus the "Alpha Economic Plan." Thankfully the letters A and Alpha do not get confusing when spoken.

 

[Mathalamus]

sitting at a desk while reading the news on his VTablet (the Gethic way to access date daily!) on the apparent fortunes of the Constantinople defense, with dismay results for the Yugoslavian effort though Vancore still bettered and hoped for a victory for his ally.

we politely ask Mr. Vancore just how he knew we were either successful or we failed.

its entirely possible that we lost Constantinople, four armies, and a large portion of the navy, with the city burned down, every last man, woman and child executed in various horrifying ways (including ebola).

but its also possible that we succeeded, they all surrendered and were sent to prisons as according to UN law.

or maybe nothing changed. we failed, but they also failed.

 

[Ailedhoo]

we politely ask Mr. Vancore just how he knew we were either successful or we failed.

its entirely possible that we lost Constantinople, four armies, and a large portion of the navy, with the city burned down, every last man, woman and child executed in various horrifying ways (including ebola).

but its also possible that we succeeded, they all surrendered and were sent to prisons as according to UN law.

or maybe nothing changed. we failed, but they also failed.

What we read about the AA guns.

OCC: the RP was set in the office of the Director. Does the Emperor have a spy camera in the Director's office?! /joke

 

[KaiserElectric]

OOC: You're aware that the facts mentioned in the story are not facts that you know IC, right?

 

[Ailedhoo]

OOC: I think there is confusion on my part in approaching what was in the story, as I skimmed it and Math's comment regarding the guns; for now can I save myself my stating that Vancore got access to bad intelligence at that moment, like a news reports by a journalist that was sleep deprived at the time or a agent who accessed the wrong files?

 

[NinjaCow64]

Nathan and his mother got out of the car. Nathan had been to the airport a few times before, but he had never gone to the government section. The airstrip was filled with military personnel of all types, Nathan and his mother looked completely out of place.

“Nathan,” said Nathan’s mum as she started tearing up. “Remember that you shouldn’t do this unless you really want to.”

“It’s alright mum,” said Nathan happily “I really want to use my powers to be a hero.”

“Be careful,” continued Nathan’s mother. “And keep safe.” Nathan’s mum started to choke up with tears, she then leaned in for a big hug.

“I love you,” said Nathan’s mum, while almost squeezing the life out of Nathan “And I’m so proud of you. Don’t let them make you do something they don’t want you to do.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine mum.” said Nathan

“It’s my job to worry.” said Nathan’s mum with a sniffle. The pair of them started to walk over to the Skyranger in the distance. Standing outside the Skyranger was Jacob Frink.

“Mrs Aksakov,” said Jacob Frink as he extended out his hand “I am Colonel Jacob Frink, I do not believe we have met. I have exchanged emails with your son however. I will be responsible for his wellbeing during his training.”

“Could I have an autograph?” asked Nathan as he held out his book. Jacob chuckled.

“Sure thing.” he said as he quickly scribbled his signature on an empty page. Nathan said his final goodbyes and got onto the Skyranger.

“So is this NERO-Beta’s Skyranger?” asked Nathan.

“Actually,” said Jacob “It’s yours. This Skyranger will be used for NERO-Gamma when you finish training.”

“Awesome!” said Nathan. “So when will we reach Pine Gap?” Jacob sighed.

“I’m not actually supposed to tell you that we are going to Pine Gap,” said Jacob “But yes, we are going to Pine Gap.” Pine Gap was a former US military base that was used mainly for surveillance and communications, although there were rumours it was used for experiments involving supers, which were probably true when Nathan thinks about it as Pine Gap is well known as the base for NERO (National Extrahuman Response Organization), a badly kept secret if there ever was one.

After a surprisingly short flight, the skyranger arrived at Pine Gap. Jacob and Nathan walked through an absurd amount of security checkpoints, they arrived in a large training room. There were two other people in the room, one was a boy who looked a little younger and was wearing what appeared to be a private school uniform. The other was a girl who looked around Nathan’s age, she was in a full gothic outfit, eyeliner and all. Nathan took a seat on one of the chairs in the room.

“Good morning everyone,” said Jacob “As you all know, I will be your teacher for the duration of your stay. You may have preconceived notions of what boot camp is like, probably looks like something out of Full Metal Jacket eh?” Jacob chuckled, but the teenagers stared blankly back at him, obviously not understanding the reference.

“Nevermind,” said Jacob softly, before returning to his normal volume “It is going to be very different than what you would expect. We aren’t training grunts here, we are training NERO-Agents. Not only are you expected to fight, you are also expected to learn a variety skills applicable in a variety of emergency situations. On top of this, you are also going to have to learn how to use your powers to their fullest potential. While this training might not be as unforgiving and scary as boot camp, it will be gruelling. Now that that is out of the way, please introduce yourself and your power to your colleagues and tell them why you joined this initiative.”

“My name is Nathan Asakov,” said Nathan as he produced a clone

“And I can make clones of myself! I joined NERO to become a hero!” said Nathan’s clone. The two of them made a heroic pose, which caused the goth to roll her eyes.

“Ooh,” said boy in the uniform “You can clone your clothes as well! Can you clone things like phones and cameras?”

“Nah,” said Nathan “One of those science guys tried that, my ability can’t clone the small bits of machinery properly, usually blows up if I try and clone something like that.”

“Oh.” said the kid in disappointed tone. “My name is Juan by the way. I can take photographs with my mind.” Juan pulled out a polaroid out of his bag and looked at Nathan. He handed the polaroid to Nathan, the polaroid had become a picture of Nathan.

“Sweet!” said Nathan. “I guess you could say that you’ve got a photographic memory, hah!”

“I do actually.” said Juan “I can make any of my memories into a photograph and I can zoom in on objects like a camera. I joined NERO because you can get the best photographs from the frontline.” The goth sighed.

“I’ll just get this over with,” she said “My name is Gita, I can teleport through toilet doors into another toilet door in the world and I’m here to get out of jail.”

“Wait,” said Nathan “Toilet doors? That’s a weird restriction to have. But it is cool though, I imagine that it would be a really fantastic power.” Gita just blankly stared at Nathan with a look of annoyance.

“Well now that we have gotten introductions out of the way,” said Jacob, breaking the silence “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover today, please follow me.” Jacob walked out of the room.

“They’re too young for this.” muttered Jacob under his breath, just out of earshot of the trio.

****************​

Richard felt strange. He had visited Kirribilli House quite a few times before, but that was with O’Neil. It was different. Richard honestly didn’t know what to expect from this evening. A maid guided him through to the dining room, where Prime Linda Weng and her husband were sitting.

“Mr Swift!” said Linda excitedly “It is fantastic that you could come! Zheng, could you please go help get the food organized please?” Zheng, her husband, went out into the kitchen. Linda had a reputation of being a ball breaker and it was entirely deserved.

“Would you like some wine?” asked Linda as she poured herself a glass.

“I don’t drink thank you.” said Richard.

“Figures.” said Linda as she skulled the glass. “I wanted to invite you over as I understood you had a fantastic working relationship with O’Neil and you regularly went over for discussions over dinner. I don’t expect to replicate that relationship, but I do want to have a good relationship with my cabinet and honestly I don’t know much about you. Although I suspect that you like it that way. Were you gay perchance?”

“What?” asked Richard “Me and O’Neil? No, he told me he was asexual.” And thank whatever merciful deity that exists for that thought Richard.

“Ah, well I guess you were just really good friends then.” said Linda. After a moment’s pause she continued “I’m sorry, that wasn’t very tactful of me? I’ve never been a social person truth be told, I only really have a mind for numbers. That’s why I have an army of PR agents to write my speeches for me. And it’s also why I’m delegating a large section of the socializing to you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Richard.

“You know those rumours about me reshuffling the cabinet?” Linda rhetorically asked “They weren’t rumours.” Linda slid a manila folder across the table. It was filled with budgets, approvals on various military naval projects and details on the cabinet reshuffle. Nothing too exciting, until he saw it. Alongside being the Chief of the Armed Forces, he was now the minister of Foreign Affairs.

“With all due respect,” said Richard “Doesn’t having me as the Chief of the Armed Forces and the Minister for Foreign Affairs really send the wrong message to the international community?”

“No,” said Linda “It sends the perfect message. You are one of the most intimidating men of the planet, nobody wants to cross you. Just like nobody should want to cross the United Commonwealth. There are a lot of crazy people out there, some of them happen to be presidents and dictators. The Byzantine War is escalating at a phenomenal rate, soon it will become a truly global war. I don’t want to sacrifice our nation’s wellbeing on a conflict on the other side of the world, but unless we project an aura of invulnerability, someone like Mexico is going to draw us into the war kicking and screaming. With you at the chair of both our diplomatic and military arms, any and all interlopers will be reminded that if they are the one that drags us into a conflict that they will regret it. O’Neil was a great Prime Minister, but he lead this nation in a time of peace and prosperity which is soon going to draw to an end. It would be good for you to remember that.” At almost perfect timing, Richard’s phone buzzed at the end of the speech. He looked at it, there was a priority one message waiting for him.

“I am sorry madam Prime Minister,” said Richard “I’m going to have to have a look at this. National security and all. I’ll just be a minute.” Richard walked into the toilet (one of the few rooms in the house that wasn’t under constant surveillance and locked the door. He opened up the message and his eyes widened in terror as he realized what this message meant.

“He’s back.”

****************​

Joe “Ripper” Reddson was now Hobart’s most powerful crimeboss. He used to be a low level member of the Rebels Biker Gang, but after a disagreement with his “betters” he went off with a small group of his own and started some small time drug dealing, barely making ends meet. It wasn’t until he had gone on that holiday and had been given those Gethic contacts by…his boss. With his superior quality firearms he cut out his competitors and started making more money than almost anyone in Hobart. And his boss didn’t really ask for much either. Still, with this and the mysterious disbanding of most of Hobart’s underworld, he was finding things were a bit easy. He wanted to make a deal that was his and only his. And he was almost there, he had tracked down this ex-government operative who apparently had access to have access to a tonne of alien technology, something that fetched a high price on any market. However, this contact was running extremely late, Ripper had already been waiting on this contact for two hours and Ripper was not a patient man, especially after a few beers.

Ripper shouted some rather ungentlemanly things about the contact’s mother and threw a half empty bottle of beer at the pub’s wall.

“Where is he?!” he shouted to the ceiling. The rest of the bikers started grunting in anticipation of a bloodbath.

“Sorry if I kept you waiting.” came a strange, squeaky voice from the door. “I had a run in with a few old…colleagues of mine, it wasn’t a pleasant experience for either party.” All the anger dissipated almost immediately out of Ripper and his minions and it was replaced by a strange sort of nervous calm. His hair stood up on the end of his neck and his heart speed up, but at the same time he was incredibly relaxed.

“Ah,” said the man as he walked into view. “I see the alcohol has progressed things along further than I thought.” Ripper would have asked what the man had done to him, but he was too far gone to care. The man wore an expensive, but damaged, business suit and a large cardboard head that completely covered his face. He had something to alter his voice, no normal man could sound like that.

“You may call me Mr Blimey,” said the man. “And I’m sorry, I lied. I don’t have any alien technology, but I do have a question. Who is the Systems Analyst? Now hurry up and answer or else I’ll get upset.” These last words almost brought Ripper to tears, he fell on his knees and blurted it out.

“I don’t know who he is!” he screamed in sorrow “I…I was on a cruise ship off the coast of Morocco and then one of the staff members gave me a phone! And on the other side was the voice of this guy, it was like an electronic voice, I don’t know who he is! I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me!” Ripper started to blubber.

“There there,” said Mr Blimey “You did a good job.”

“I…I did?” asked Ripper with a sniffle.

“Yes,” said Mr Blimey “You’ve been a really good boy. But do you know what would make you an even better boy? You’ve got an eye for business, I’m sure you and your…friends would do a fine job doing something legitimate for a change. I’ve heard that there is a shortage of builders in war-torn Java, you should consider doing that.”

“I…” said Ripper “I will!” He stood up, full of determination. “If it makes you happy boss, then that is what I will do!”

“Excellent,” said Mr Blimey “Have a blimey-wimey day.” Mr Blimey walked out of the bar and headed to the taxi he had commandeered.

“Morocco.” He muttered to himself. “Huh. That was unexpected.”

 

[The Other Juan]

I would like to take over Argentina. I am okay with having any issues and relations that the previous NPC had before my take over. This take over will occur after the remainder of the current turns are complete, if my take over is granted. Please note that this will be the first IOT that I will be playing. Thank you.

 

[KaiserElectric]

Welcome to the game, Juan! Argentina is ready and willing to accept you as their glorious leader! I'll send you a little fact sheet on them when the next update goes up and you're officially in.

Which may come sooner then you think, because ORDERS ARE HARD LOCKED.

 

[Thorvald of Lym]

“Sweet!” said Nathan. “I guess you could say that you’ve got a photographic memory, hah!”

Eh, he's still no Cam Jansen.

 

[SouthernKing]

Eh, he's still no Cam Jansen.

oh cthulhu I remember that series

 

[GreekAnalyzer]

Okay, IRL things have happened, so I'm going to drop this game. I'm sorry but life sucks sometimes