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That doesn't mean anything given Napoleon is from an Italian name.
Mobius: Total Chaos
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That doesn't mean anything given Napoleon is from an Italian name.
Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
Then how the &#$% was I able to reach everything else?I believe you were not able to reach them.
I triple-checked those orders to make sure those claims were valid; give me my damn provinces!
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Oh, nice. Now I don't have much more than disadvantages. (Except for the Superweapon)
Tani Coyote
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In that case, then it would be inadequate manpower. :S
Remember that each army can only claim one province a turn(unless enriched with Cyan energy) and such. Military tech merely changes how far from your start-of-turn borders they can claim.
Reviewing your orders, those handful of provinces are INDEED out of reach.
That and Tyo has Tails so his money is 50% more valuable than yours.
Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
77 claims; 39 armies standing, 38 raised, not counting the 30 that were deployed without orders.
Unless the order in which you conducted the update killed them off, they should have managed.
Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
They had a signal.
It was faint, intermittent, and half-noise.
But they had a signal.
With industrial backing from Lanayru, construction of the HyperPulse Generator had tripled in speed, and the tower was now, technically, operational. Transmission was still limited to nondistinct broadcasts, not good enough to communicate any sort of message, but a candle flame was better than no light at all.
Falke was finally making progress.
It was the subject of conversation between Aularch and Brigadegeneral Kretzmann as they loitered on the tarmac of the New Lunenburg airport, waiting for the general and his entourage to debark from the plane.
"This planet's going to hell," said Aularch, "And with all due respect to our allies, we need more firepower."
"Bring the fleet here, you mean?" the officer asked, dubious.
"Why not? Assuming O'Leigh's in remission, of course."
"This isn't exactly a political landscape well-understood. She may be all for shock-and-awe, but I strongly doubt she'd want to completely flip the board over one planet in some bastardized parallel universe."
"But over Chaos? Capital-C?" Kretzmann opened his mouth to respond, but his reply faltered as he pondered the statement. Aularch continued: "Once the signal's strong enough to carry a conversation, we're on the map. And if the Bundesleet decides to stay here, Rick might become interested."
"This is beyond either of us," Kretzmann settled. "Once we've secured a line back home, let the General decide."
"Agreed. Speaking of whom..."
The officers and their attendants snapped to attention as Sturm and his entourage descended the stairs. The general approached, and they saluted; then without speaking the party broke up into its prearranged shuttles. Sturm, Aularch and Kretzmann boarded a limo destined for their city office.
"I think," commented Aularch, "This is the first I've seen you smile after a deal with the ER Company. I take it the visit went well?"
"They're not malicious, just clumsy. Their culture's a knock-off and their leader's a kid," the general said casually. "They're harmless."
After a moment of silence, he corrected himself. "Harmless to us." He turned to look at the major-general. "They'll fight with us."
"What?" Aularch breathed.
"I know!" he chuckled. "Our cultural kinship may be artificial, but it seems it's not without benefit. Now," he said, face serious, "What's the bad news?"
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Brett Sampton couldn't figure out how he'd got where he was. Recruited into the army after Falke's preliminary foray into South Cademstar, he'd somehow risen to the rank of Major in the space of a few months. As part of the frontier unit he'd overseen expeditions into the heart of the continent, and was transferred to the army assigned to take on the Black Arms cell that had emerged in the Morgal borderlands. It was his first taste of combat, and he didnt much like it. The cell had been eradicated, but at an atrocious cost.
Presently, he was milling about the triage centre in something of a daze. Casualties were still in dizzying circulation; the lucky ones suffered only physical wounds. Those that had been injured by black energy were strapped to tables where medics stabbed them with syringes as though they were hammering railroad spikes. Screams of agony echoed through the building, everywhere the sight of fur matted with blood, everywhere the stench of life spilled. The atmosphere was so overwhelming he couldn't even be sick from it.
Sampton staggered outside and gulped in the fresh air. His eyes adjusting to the outdoor sun, he saw one of the general officers, a human, a few feet from him. He didn't know his name, even though the man was divisional commander of Sampton's unit. "How?" he stammered, shaking, "How could you have... fought these things... and not gone mad?" His legs gave out, and the officer rushed forward to catch him before he collapsed.
"After a while you get used to it," he replied ruefully. The major buried his face into the man's chest, and the officer began cradling him like a child. "It's easy to forget, in the heat of battle, that saying 'we've fought worse' doesn't matter a damn thing to the people doing the fighting, least of all to to those who die." He looked down at the weeping soldier. "Somehow we carry on. We have to. After all, you've seen the consequences of failure."
Sampton tried to recompose himself. "Can it be won?"
"The struggle between order and chaos is eternal," he admitted, "But we're more concerned with the fight between good and evil, and we would much rather see good chaos trump bad chaos." An arm around the major's shoulders, he began walking him toward the canteen. "Come. Let me get you a drink."
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Establishing an independent civilian government in the midst of a global crisis probably wasn't the most logical course of action, but in spite of his runaway success as state-builder, General Sturm was anxious to pass the torch. It wasn't that the Mobians distrusted their police state far from it but it had only ever been a means to an end. He'd taken a gamble and it had paid off, but priorities were now increasingly of a purely military nature, and state administration was fast regarded as a distraction. With Robotnik resurgent and so-called Black Arms uprisings left, right and centre, delegating domestic responsibilities would free up his core personnel for what was quickly becoming an inevitable world confrontation.
Despite repeated Abhorrent activities on Segesni and South Cademstar and the unprecedented losses at sea, Falke remained confident the home territory was safe enough that military arbitration could be relaxed. Plans for the transition went ahead, and the Bundesleet's acquisitions were officially christened the Federation of East Segesni. The founding of its nominally representative new government remained paradoxical: there was a referendum for the assembly, but no elections for individual MPs. The chancellor was a lynx named Alistair Caradian, appointed by Sturm himself; the general had considered offering the post to Barry for a lark, even though he knew that man would never accept. The parliament was afforded jurisdiction over civil and criminal law, municipal and provincial finance, and was designated the "official" policymaker in diplomacy. Falke nevertheless retained control of all security functions, meaning that while constitutionally it answered to the chancellery, in practical terms it was an autonomous equal player.
The gesture was largely symbolic, but it was the first step toward liberation; not from Falke, but from the demigod status the Mobians had constructed around Sturm. He wouldn't live forever, even if the chaos energies seemed to be stymieing the population's natural aging, and when he'd at last shuffled off either his mortal coil or just Mobius, he needed to make sure the citizens' loyalty lay with the state over the individual.
Even if the cause he fought for, universalist though it was in aim and practice, ultimately traced back to individual interest.
Hark! The new Federal Republic marketh these regions as its first acquisitions:
It was faint, intermittent, and half-noise.
But they had a signal.
With industrial backing from Lanayru, construction of the HyperPulse Generator had tripled in speed, and the tower was now, technically, operational. Transmission was still limited to nondistinct broadcasts, not good enough to communicate any sort of message, but a candle flame was better than no light at all.
Falke was finally making progress.
It was the subject of conversation between Aularch and Brigadegeneral Kretzmann as they loitered on the tarmac of the New Lunenburg airport, waiting for the general and his entourage to debark from the plane.
"This planet's going to hell," said Aularch, "And with all due respect to our allies, we need more firepower."
"Bring the fleet here, you mean?" the officer asked, dubious.
"Why not? Assuming O'Leigh's in remission, of course."
"This isn't exactly a political landscape well-understood. She may be all for shock-and-awe, but I strongly doubt she'd want to completely flip the board over one planet in some bastardized parallel universe."
"But over Chaos? Capital-C?" Kretzmann opened his mouth to respond, but his reply faltered as he pondered the statement. Aularch continued: "Once the signal's strong enough to carry a conversation, we're on the map. And if the Bundesleet decides to stay here, Rick might become interested."
"This is beyond either of us," Kretzmann settled. "Once we've secured a line back home, let the General decide."
"Agreed. Speaking of whom..."
The officers and their attendants snapped to attention as Sturm and his entourage descended the stairs. The general approached, and they saluted; then without speaking the party broke up into its prearranged shuttles. Sturm, Aularch and Kretzmann boarded a limo destined for their city office.
"I think," commented Aularch, "This is the first I've seen you smile after a deal with the ER Company. I take it the visit went well?"
"They're not malicious, just clumsy. Their culture's a knock-off and their leader's a kid," the general said casually. "They're harmless."
After a moment of silence, he corrected himself. "Harmless to us." He turned to look at the major-general. "They'll fight with us."
"What?" Aularch breathed.
"I know!" he chuckled. "Our cultural kinship may be artificial, but it seems it's not without benefit. Now," he said, face serious, "What's the bad news?"
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Brett Sampton couldn't figure out how he'd got where he was. Recruited into the army after Falke's preliminary foray into South Cademstar, he'd somehow risen to the rank of Major in the space of a few months. As part of the frontier unit he'd overseen expeditions into the heart of the continent, and was transferred to the army assigned to take on the Black Arms cell that had emerged in the Morgal borderlands. It was his first taste of combat, and he didnt much like it. The cell had been eradicated, but at an atrocious cost.
Presently, he was milling about the triage centre in something of a daze. Casualties were still in dizzying circulation; the lucky ones suffered only physical wounds. Those that had been injured by black energy were strapped to tables where medics stabbed them with syringes as though they were hammering railroad spikes. Screams of agony echoed through the building, everywhere the sight of fur matted with blood, everywhere the stench of life spilled. The atmosphere was so overwhelming he couldn't even be sick from it.
Sampton staggered outside and gulped in the fresh air. His eyes adjusting to the outdoor sun, he saw one of the general officers, a human, a few feet from him. He didn't know his name, even though the man was divisional commander of Sampton's unit. "How?" he stammered, shaking, "How could you have... fought these things... and not gone mad?" His legs gave out, and the officer rushed forward to catch him before he collapsed.
"After a while you get used to it," he replied ruefully. The major buried his face into the man's chest, and the officer began cradling him like a child. "It's easy to forget, in the heat of battle, that saying 'we've fought worse' doesn't matter a damn thing to the people doing the fighting, least of all to to those who die." He looked down at the weeping soldier. "Somehow we carry on. We have to. After all, you've seen the consequences of failure."
Sampton tried to recompose himself. "Can it be won?"
"The struggle between order and chaos is eternal," he admitted, "But we're more concerned with the fight between good and evil, and we would much rather see good chaos trump bad chaos." An arm around the major's shoulders, he began walking him toward the canteen. "Come. Let me get you a drink."
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Establishing an independent civilian government in the midst of a global crisis probably wasn't the most logical course of action, but in spite of his runaway success as state-builder, General Sturm was anxious to pass the torch. It wasn't that the Mobians distrusted their police state far from it but it had only ever been a means to an end. He'd taken a gamble and it had paid off, but priorities were now increasingly of a purely military nature, and state administration was fast regarded as a distraction. With Robotnik resurgent and so-called Black Arms uprisings left, right and centre, delegating domestic responsibilities would free up his core personnel for what was quickly becoming an inevitable world confrontation.
Despite repeated Abhorrent activities on Segesni and South Cademstar and the unprecedented losses at sea, Falke remained confident the home territory was safe enough that military arbitration could be relaxed. Plans for the transition went ahead, and the Bundesleet's acquisitions were officially christened the Federation of East Segesni. The founding of its nominally representative new government remained paradoxical: there was a referendum for the assembly, but no elections for individual MPs. The chancellor was a lynx named Alistair Caradian, appointed by Sturm himself; the general had considered offering the post to Barry for a lark, even though he knew that man would never accept. The parliament was afforded jurisdiction over civil and criminal law, municipal and provincial finance, and was designated the "official" policymaker in diplomacy. Falke nevertheless retained control of all security functions, meaning that while constitutionally it answered to the chancellery, in practical terms it was an autonomous equal player.
The gesture was largely symbolic, but it was the first step toward liberation; not from Falke, but from the demigod status the Mobians had constructed around Sturm. He wouldn't live forever, even if the chaos energies seemed to be stymieing the population's natural aging, and when he'd at last shuffled off either his mortal coil or just Mobius, he needed to make sure the citizens' loyalty lay with the state over the individual.
Even if the cause he fought for, universalist though it was in aim and practice, ultimately traced back to individual interest.
Hark! The new Federal Republic marketh these regions as its first acquisitions:
Spoiler :
GenMarshall
High Elven ISB Capt & Ghost Agent
The moment came that Legate Nozomi dreaded during her tenure on Mobius. The meeting of the other Legate from the Corellian Company based in the Hutt System. "First the Abhorents are redoubling their efforts, now this?" Nozomi said while moaning at her reflection in the window of the spaceport in Rorikstead. With the threat of Dr. Robotnik and the Black Arms, the Republic thought it was best to host the meeting aboard the Rikka. Hours later, she boarded for the first time in years the massive Ragnarok class Super Battleship. Nozomi, along with her assistant, walked through the corridor of the massive ship before finally reaching the main conference room.
Nozomi was greeted by the Grand Admiral, awaiting for Nozomi's report. "Funny, I was not expecting to host a general staff meeting aboard the Rikka" Nozomi said with a concerned tone. The Grand Admiral remarked "With Robotnik and the Black Arms running amok, it's prudent that we host our staff meetings aboard the Rikka". Nozomi leaned back for a moment, hesitant on going back on the image of retreating into a large citadel. "Well, if were all here, we may as well get this over with. I have other factions to rally for the cause against the Black Arms". The Grand Admiral clears his throat and relays to Nozomi that three more rail canon salvo charges are set and ready. "If there's ever a need to nuke the abhorents in orbit, just let me know" the Grand Admiral said with a stoic look in his face. Nozomi then shook her head in disbelief "The salvo rounds are strictly only for deterrent purpose and as a last resort. The last thing we need is to see the planet in radioactive waste after the Rikka fires her rail canons in anger". The Admiral was taken back at the Legate's statement, but stood firm and respected her wishes. General Hanz of Solitude reported to Nozomi that there has been a sighting of abhorents to the east of Solitude. "Damn it, these abhorents don't know when to quit. They have a one track mind of just corrupting everything they touch and wont stop until this planet is rendered a Class 5 Hazard Planet" Nozomi said while rubbing her temples. Quickly the Grand Admiral gave Nozomi an update from her home planet "With the reports that were sent by you. The government officials back in New Port City have designated Mobius a Class 2 Hazardous Planet. The Black Arm's threat and their ability to corrupt planets have been a factor in their decision". Nozomi inquisitively looks at the admiral and asks him "And what does this mean for this project? I'm already a laughing stock to the Corellian Company no thanks to our clumsiness in diplomacy". The Admiral then relays to Nozomi "Well, it means that Coruscanti civilian colonists are barred from immigrating to the planet, but the planet is still safe to conduct business on this planet. Dr. Robotnik's terrorism has been a major push factor in causing many Coruscantis to leave the planet". "So what now?" Nozomi said with a discouraged look to her face, The General from Rorikstead gave Nozomi a key advice "We should foster and encourage the Mobians to prosper, utilize their population". The Admiral soon injected his own opinions "We should do that as quickly as possible. The Republic Senate has on their legislation to declare Mobius a planet unfit for the interests of the Republic". With a puzzled look on the Legate's face, Nozomi inquires why. The Admrial elaborates "Just look at the map, various factions across the board. It's fractured like Earth. Clearly, were not a superpower by any margin nor would we be able to achieve victory. Point blank Legate, the Republic has unofficially abandoned us". Nozomi stood up from her chair and started to rebuke the admiral "This is not like colonizing Novo Terra where we just had a blank slate Earth. You haven't seen what's been going on down on the surface. You haven't seen the effort I've put into putting us on good terms with General Sturm, Emperor Karl-Franz, Lord Priest Maskab Balam, and other leaders on this planet. You, Grand Admiral, have been cooped up in this huge super battleship for years." Nozomi then stood straight up and looked into the admiral's eyes "Now I understand why General Sturm kept their distance from us." Silence fills the room before Nozomi broke the silence a second later "I'm down there, busting my ass building an operation on the surface while you navy types get to sit in your comfy chairs, drink your hot tea, in the comforts of this massive battleship and only once in a blue moon pop to visit". The admiral, still maintaining a stoic air, then responded to Nozomi "Well, Legate Valentine. I recall you doing the same thing until recently. You're a career soldier, relying on your training and instincts. Abet a young one who just gotten a captain rank years prior and made it to ranger second class. I'd suspected that you were given the position because the Chancellor is your grandmother. Nepotism I say". Nozomi then glares at the admiral "Chancellor Hanna entrusted me with this responsibility, it has no part whatsoever to do with nepotism. I busted my ass to work up from private, become a Republic Ranger, and become a commissioned officer. I personally told my father that I did not want to advance in rank solely on the basis that my father is a Surface Marsha of the Republic and Chief of the Republic Rangers". The room began to fill with tension between the Legate and the Grand Admiral, Nozomi's asistant broke the tension by stating "Okaye, let's end the whole pot-kettle-black debate and get down to business". "I agree" Nozomi said, followed by an agreement by the Grand Admiral.
Not soon after the little argument between the Legate and the Admiral. Legate Maxum of the Corellian Company arrived. "So this is the planet that Nozomi is having a hard time with?" Maxum said as he boasts in front of Nozomi as he walks to his chair. "Really Maxum? Tell me, which Hutt's head did you blew off recently?" Nozomi asks Maxum with a glare in her eye. "Oh, I just blasted Gorgilla the Hutt just last week. He kept on renegotiating the deals I made with him. So I showed him the end of my plasma pistol" said boastfully by Maxum, Nozomi soon followed with a sarcastic remark "Oh that's nice. Can we get onto business before you elaborate on how you turned a Rodian inside out?". Legate Maxum sat down and soon starts rehashing the reports "So Legate Nozomi, I've heard that the East Republic Company is not doing so well on this planet" Maxum flips through the pages "Lets see, ranked in 8th place. Far behind the domination, economic, and military goals." Maxum then heads to the other reports "Oh, and the sudden appearance of the so called Black Arms and Dr. Robotnik. Now I know why the Republic has classed this planet a Class 2 Hazardous Planet". Nozomi, staring at Maxum with a glare in her eye, soon awaits to hear Maxum's good news "Well, I don't have to tell you the success the Corellian Company has been going, we've gotten so successful. That the Hutt System is almost colonized". Nozomi simply stood up and gave her response on the colonization question "That project is no longer feasible here on Mobius. There is a being out there that corrupts living things with their touch. No Corusanti civilian would want to come here after hearing the news about the Black Arms corrupting living beings and Robotnik's terrorism. Add to that, this planet is divided up with other nation states, like Earth". Nozomi then stood up from her chair "I originally though we were colonizing a blank slate planet like Nova Terra, but I was wrong when I met a native Mobian on the planet and soon later encountered other nation states on this planet. I had to change my directives to better fit the situation at hand. Even if I had to stumble with diplomacy". Legate Maxum soon made a statement about Nozomi's flop "Oh yeah, I head about the diplomatic mess you made with the..." but soon was interrupted by Maxum's assistant "I don't think Legate Valentine would want to hear you name calling other national states on the planet of Mobius".
Puzzled, Legate Maxum began to question Nozomi's new motives on the planet of Mobius "So let me get this straight, you're going to defend the planet against some black arm and a crazy doctor?" Nozomi calmly answers "Yes, I specifically made a promise to a little pink hedgehog that I'd do what I can to protect the planet and it's native population". Legate Maxum soon crosses his arms "You Coruscanti's and your sense of honor. I just don't get it". Nozomi then replies "It's something you don't understand, you're from a frontier world where you'd shoot someone in the face just because they were a snob to you". the two Legates stared into each others eyes. Legate Maxum soon broke the silence "You know Legate Nozomi, I envy you". Nozomi, putting up her guard asks why "Because this project that you're on, your mission to probe into the The Chaos Rift to further investigate the situation". Legate Nozomi then looks at Legate Maxum with a puzzled look, Legate Maxum then said to her "You'll understand once the project is over. Until then" Legate Maxum puts on his helmet "Try not to die in this dimention".
Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
I gotta say, CG, that was pretty awesome, wall-o-text notwithstanding. 
Graceheart the Leopard
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Due to battle injuries sustained by the Emperor, Warrior-Priest Luthor Huss shall be sent to the East Republic Company instead of Karl Franz on account on his fervor in fighting Chaos.
hoplitejoe
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Not as much as Combine amirite?
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Tani Coyote
Son of Huehuecoyotl
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Don't mind me I'm just not processing the update til we get at least 3 more orders.
GenMarshall
High Elven ISB Capt & Ghost Agent
So you can scheme your Xanatos Gambit?Don't mind me I'm just not processing the update til we get at least 3 more orders.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
I will give you my orders in few hours.
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JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Tsk, tsk. You do because you were the superpower and succumbed to me, the weakest peaceful nation. Despite announcing openly my attack.
