TENSEI

There was a permanent green haze that surrounded the city of Columbia, South Carolina, that never seemed to fade; not rain, nor shine, snow, or wind could break the gloom that terrorized the city. Specialist Jackson noted as much in his report. Not that there was much there worth looking for: the city was a bombed out husk of its once beauty. Jackson had a friend whose mother came from somewhere around here, and she had talked at length to Jackson and his friend when they were children, spinning tales and fables of the glory – and the decadence and corruption – of the old world. Jackson sighed, standing up; he had taken a break from his long march, on top of a hill a few miles out of Columbia, and he had a long ways to go yet.


Specialist Jackson, a freshly minted Ranger – an elite light infantry battalion – had been assigned, along with the rest of his platoon, of mapping out the terrain surrounding the former military emplacement known as Fort Jackson (Spc. Jackson had found this amusing when he had been given his assignment, but now that he had been in the field, a full two months without seeing his home or garrison at Shreveport, the amusement had dried up. Three Rangers in his forty-four man platoon had been taken already on this operation – one from gangrene, and two from hostile locals taking potshots from the treeline – and his mood was fouling by the day. He was tired of humping eighty pounds of equipment in the searing, humid, August heat of South Carolina.


The sudden chatter of gunfire – the sharp, characteristic crack of an M16, followed up by the deeper, roaring sounds of a full-sized round – came as no great surprise, but Jackson started jogging anyways. It had come from the direction of the platoon's rendezvous point, after they had scouted their assigned parcel of ground. Running with so much equipment wasn't easy, but he was a Ranger, dammit – the best light infantry in the world, if his platoon sergeant was to be believed. Jackson ran – really, it was closer to a fast shuffle – for several minutes until he saw the clearing he was supposed to be meeting his platoon in. The shooting had stopped a couple of minutes before he got there, and he was greeted by the sight of several hasty fighting positions, dug in a triangle in the treeline surrounding the clearing, a single command tent in the center, and an order to halt.


“It sure is a nice day out,” drawled a voice, emanating from the dugout hole in front of him. He recognized the code.

“It surely is, my friend. A great day for picking apples.” The private snorted, and waved him forward from his position.

“Sergeant Miller wants to hear your report and brief you on whats going on, Jackson. He's in the command tent.” Jackson muttered a thanks and hurried forward.


“Specialist Jackson reporting, Sergeant,” Jackson called from outside the olive drab tent.”Permission to enter?” Jackson heard a grunt from inside, and pushed back the flap. The inside of the tent was spartan, holding just a table, with a radio, map, and a few reports, a cot, and two chairs. Inside was Sergeant Miller – a veteran of the Reclamation of Louisiana, and by all accounts a tough son of a *****. Jackson handed the Sergeant his personal map of the area, complete with notes and important locations, along with a report of his findings in the field.

“Any resistance in the field, Jackson? Any clear path into the city, or the fort?”

“Aye, Sergeant. I don't know how much time I'd want to spend in the city – that green haze is pretty eerie, and probably radioactive, but it doesn't seem to move much, with the wind or otherwise, and all of the highways into Fort Jackson and Columbia are open – just a lot of abandoned and burned out cars.”

“All right. Good work, Specialist. Find your squad and dig your hasty. Muster is at 0600.” The Sergeant nodded, and Jackson muttered an affirmative, leaving the tent to finally rest his feet, for a few hours.



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The first rays of cold sunlight were starting to break through the cloud cover as the platoon of Rangers gathered in a loose formation, chatting in low voices to each other, waiting for Sergeant Miller to come out and brief them on their mission. The sergeant walked out of his tent, a map and a notebook in one hand, and the talk cut off immediately.


“All right, soldiers, here's what we've got. The overall mission is to get into Fort Jackson, see how much military hardware we can recover ourselves, catalog the rest, and get the hell out so the regular grunts can get the rest. I want to spend no more than twelve hours inside the Fort – we have no idea if anyone or thing is in there, and I think all of you know how nasty the local wildlife has gotten in this cesspool of a territory. Squad leaders, get a head and weapons count. We move in five minutes.” Sergeant Miller talked in a hurried, low voice, and his four squad leaders talked in the same low, hurried voice. Everyone wanted to get out of here. This place didn't quite feel right.


After all personnel and weapons were accounted for, the platoon broke down into a staggered column and began marching – the entrance of the fort was roughly twelve miles away, and the Sergeant wanted to get to it before noon, and so the column moved at a breakneck pace down old dirt fire brakes and small country back roads, stopping for brief, five minute rests once an hour. By the time the column had acquired visual contact with the fort's gates, they were coated in sweat. And something was wrong.


Very wrong.


Strung up on the gates, hanging from ropes, were three desiccated corpses, dressed in ragged, dirty US Army uniforms – the men's faces were twisted, and Jackson could clearly make out the bulging tumors hiding underneath the skin of two of the men. One of the men behind him whispered a quick prayer. Jackson's squad leader, a man only a couple of years older than him named Smith, ordered him to lock it up. Up ahead, the column stopped. Sergeant Miller had called for a halt, and motioned for his squad leaders to break and meet him in the center. They talked low among themselves for a few minutes, before breaking.


“Okay, Second Squad, I know this is pretty friggin' creepy. Us and third squad are going to bound forward while first and fourth cover us from behind. We're going to secure the left side, third is going to secure the right, and we'll cover first and fourth as they move up. Fourth will stay behind to guard the gate and figure out what happened to those gentlemen up on the rope. Any questions?” Smith talked low, his voice deathly serious. No one had any questions. Smith nodded, and gave the order to move out.


As the first and fourth squad formed a semi circle, covering the gate from all possible angles, the other two squads slowly crept forward in a loose wedge. The world had seemingly gone mute in the couple of minutes it took to clear the distance – no animals seemed to live here, and it seemed even his squadmates' breathing had stopped. They reached the guardhouse, cleared it, and secured the street on the other side – it ran perpendicular to the road coming in, forming a T. All clear, except for the ancient, pre-war bones. Second and third squad set up a defensive perimeter and covered the other half of the platoon as they moved forward, and they settled in while the squad leaders and Sergeant Miller decided on what to do.


It seemed almost ridiculous, then, when a tan humvee started driving down the road. It seemed almost lazy, it was going so slowly, until the MG mounted on its roof turret opened up on the men watching the left road. Powerful 7.62x51 ripped four men to shreds before the rest could break and get into cover. Jackson lifted his M16, opened the M203's breech underneath it, and loaded one of the precious few HEDP grenades they had been allotted for the mission, aimed carefully, and... thump. The round penetrated the thin metal frame of the vehicle, and exploded – the humvee veered off, its occupants certainly dead, as it crashed into the thick pre-war wall of the fort. Squad leaders barked orders, watching for movement in the distance, and a couple of men dragged the bodies of their comrades back into cover to see if there was anything they could do.


Then the intercom above them crackled. A horrible, warped laugh came from it – it contained no humor, but instead seemed almost feral. The laughing grew louder and louder, and the men uneasier and uneasier, until Sergeant Miller drew a sidearm and shot the speaker out.


“Don't focus on the goddamn creep on the speaker, men, focus on the roads. They're trying to distract us,” Sergeant Miller barked. “We're changing our plans. Retrieving any gear is now considered a secondary objective. We're going to head to where the old vehicle depots are, see what's left and what shape it's in, and get the hell out. Fourth squad, we need you to keep the gate secure. Keep in radio contact. Check in every ten minutes. Rest of you are with me.” Miller handed an old, battered walkie-talkie to fourth squad's leader, and motioned for everyone to get on their feet. “Staggered column, ladies, and double time. Remember that we're doing this for our brothers and sisters back home. Lets make this quick.”


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The run to the first depot, about a mile away, was harrowing – to say the least. They encountered exactly one contact – three old men, standing in the street in the same ragged US Army uniforms that the men hanging from the front wore, with bayonets fixed in rusty, beaten, unloaded rifles. The platoon of Guardsmen took no chances, and cut them down as soon as they started to charge – Jackson could see the tumors bulging and rippling under their skin, as though they were alive and moving - and as a couple of members from first squad moved to check the bodies, there was a burst of machine gun fire from far away, peppering the pavement around them and striking one Guardsman in his leg. Jackson once again loaded a grenade into his M203 – buckshot, this time – and shredded the MG, which had been on a hill about 150 meters out. He had only two HE grenades left. Two riflemen carried the struck man back to the gatehouse, and they continued onwards – finally reaching the first vehicle depot. And struck gold.


There was supposedly five vehicle depots in the fort – and if they were anything like this, they could double or triple the size and scope of the Guard's Motor Corps. Sitting on the depot, on flat tires with pitted armor plates, was four rows of 20 humvees and the same number of large trucks. The only issue was the company-sized element of freak shows in Army uniforms, set up in hastily constructed sandbag fortifications, guarding the depot. Automatic fire ripped into the pointmen of the column, and the rest of the platoon dove into cover, and the freaks in the Army uniforms screamed, letting noises out of their throats that no human should be able to make.


“Jesus Christ!” cried out Jackson's squad leader, Smith. “I want my automatic riflemen on the line! Suppress those mothers! Jackson, put a grenade into 'em!” The men started moving, the automatic riflemen setting their 249s up and spraying wildly down onto the depot. Jackson put his last two 40mm grenades out, which struck on either side of one of the nests.

“Third Squad! Keep up your fire! First and second squad! Bound backwards! Keep your head down!” Sergeant Miller cried above the din, trying to get his squad leaders, frozen in fear, moving. Jackson crawled on line with the two automatic riflemen and the rest of his squad, and fired blindly over a sandbag, just trying to keep the enemy's heads down.


After what seemed like an eternity, Smith crawled up to Jackson and smacked him on the back, signaling that it was time for third squad to bound backwards. Jackson's comrades put rounds in between the sprinting soldiers – though a couple more were hit on the way back, only wounded thankfully, though they still had to be helped. The platoon continued on with this for a while, bounding back and providing covering fire, until they were clear of the hostile forces at the depot. They did not give chase, though their screaming carried on.


Sergeant Miller gathered the platoon together, back at the gatehouse, with an ashen face.

“We're coming back here, with more ammo, grenades, artillery and manpower than these... mother[bleep]s can handle. That equipment in there belongs to the American people, but we can't dislodge a force as large as that by ourselves. Squad leaders, you know what to do. Get the litters out for the wounded, and figure out who's carrying their gear.” The men nodded, exhausted. All of them were covered in sweat, and most of them covered in blood.


And so they turned away from the Fort, several men fewer than they were before – determined to come back. Nothing could keep the Union away for long.


my first time writing anything in a long time pls be gentle
 
Treda Union
Ideology:
Futurist
Centralisation: medium (50%)
Political Freedom: Moderate
Tech Expertise Priorities: 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th (Computing, Psych, Materials, Energy, Bio)
Claims: Gabon + Congo West and East
Extra: Just who in the hell do you think I am?
 
"Dran ! Drauf ! Drüber !" for the third time the soldiers had answered their commanding officers "Panzergrenadiere !" with these three words.It's their motto, a remnant from the time before the war, something to motivate them for anything ahead.
They now hurried into their IFVs, ancient Marders 1A5s, each and every single one of these vehicles were at least two times as old as the colonel commanding their unit. The inside was worn out,old and smelly seats greeted them, but they were still better than standing, while the driver hammered their tank through the terrain, with 50 miles per hour.
Obergefreiter Hendricks knew very well that they wouldn't see their base for quite some time, after the tanks hatch had closed. They were heading for the border, each off them packed with all their equipment and enough rations for four days. At the border, the logistics guys had already established a base, from which they would start the operation.
Their battalion would start in northern Hessen and then fight their way to saxony, Dresden beeing their main objective. They had about 1000 soldiers in their battalion and 50 old IFVs, a logistics and command company and 4 armored mortar carriers, ancient M113 with 107mm mortars. The vehicles were old, burning precious fuel, which ahd to be synthesysed from what coal the poor people at the Ruhr and Saar still digged out the earth.
It took 3 hours until they had reached the FOB, there they had short break, while the IRVs refueld. Some EPA (Rations) filled Hendricks stomach, hard biscuits and tin bread, better than nothing.

Then they went on, got back into the Marder and drove past the border. Hedricks didn't what he had expected, maybe that the moment they crossed, beared Russians, with old RPGs would ambush them ? Or a big battle like the guys from the 21st had a few months ago. But nothing happend. They drove for four hours, until it was dark, they sat up camp, refueled and rested. Hendrickson was lucky today, he had no guard duty and could sleep a few hours. The next day, they drove past a village. It seemed alright, a few hundred famers and workers, living of the land, trying to come by. The commander halted the convoy for ten minutes and had a short chat with who appeared to be the villages leader.
A few minutes after they continued their travel, the squad leader got contacted over his radio, an ancient monster of a radio from the 1960s, well it still worked.
"First company will leave the convoy for a combat mission. The villagers reported a gang camp four miles to the north, we'll take care of it, so they don't threaten our supply lines." there was mumbeling in the tank, so loud that even the roaring of the massive engine couldn't drown it out.
"Sound like a trap Leutnant." Unteroffizier Maier finally added, a small woman who could literally break Hendriksons leg before he could even react.
"We know, that's why we'll dismount a mille before the target and attack on foot, on a wide front."
Everbody now checked their gear, rifle and ammunition, greandes (if they had any) and radios, all had to work, or they'd probably die in combat.
When they dismounted, they found themself in dense forest, it was early March so most trees were still naked, but the dense woods still gave good cover.
Hendricksons platoon had to perform the frontal assault, the other two would flank the camp. A recon team already gone ahead and radioded in enemy combatants and base, one mile ahead.
They tried to stay as silent as possible while making the approach, they had no mortars or artillery so the infantry had to do most of the fighting. The woods were too dense for the Marders and the danger of somebody ambushing them with an RPG was too high, so no fire supply by them. The approach took them a full hour, during which they were joined by the forward recon team, altogether they were now 40 soldiers making the frontal approach. The camp was not really secured, obviously they hadn't expected any attacks, only a single man on a tower watched over the surrounding area.

The recons had a silenced rifle and a single shoot from them was enough to take out the obstacle, now they had move fast, before somebody noticed the dead man. Within a few seconds the camp was surrounded and the moment on of the bandits screamed about the dead sentry, the whole company opened fire. It took a minute, until msot bandits were dead and the few survivors had surrenderd, it was a easy victory.


In progress
 
Verditas

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"Look at the pattern this seashell makes. The dappled whorl, curving inward to infinity. That's the shape of the universe itself. There's a constant pressure, pushing toward pattern. A tendency in matter to evolve into ever more complex forms. It's a kind of pattern gravity, a holy greening power we call verditas, and it is the driving force in the cosmos. Life, you see."
Kim Stanley Robinson
 
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CSSA

1: Virginia
1: Kentucky
1: Improve Illinois
1: Improve Indiana
1: Improve Michigan
 
Black Rose
Ideology: Isolationist
Centralisation: Low
Political freedom: Moderate
Tech expertise: 1 materials, 2 energy, 3 computing, 4 bio, 5 psych
Claims: capitol Quebec, core Newfoundland-librador, core: acadia
Extra: to come later
 
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Oh My God. I just can't believe how monstruous you've been, Decamper. Henan alone has today almost 100M people. "Nanking" has about 165M. Hubei has almost 60M. And you made Cyprus have substantially more people than any of these.

I mean, I know why, I understnad. It's just... the scale of it.
 
Dakar, Senegal Federal Republic
"And, of course, you understand the need for protection in these difficult times."
"I do, I do. and I would do what is right for my country."
"Indeed. There's no France to protect us anymore."
"No America, no Russia, no China."
"None of them."
"Throwing our lot in with the SPA may be our best bet, to be very honest."
"We can guarantee you're not the only one who has received a diplomatic envoy from the council. Joining would go a long way to rebuild Western Africa."
"ECOWAS?"
"More than ECOWAS ever could have been. We're fighting the Sahara just as much as you're fighting the economic consequences of trade breaking down."
"I... I see. Why Senegal?"
"Gold. Oil refineries. We need Senegal just as much as we need anyone else in Africa..."
"... and Senegal needs you."
"Indeed."
"What about the military? Our citizens are worried that..."
"civilian operations will continue as normal. It's just a safety precaution in a world of fear."
"i... Senegal accepts the offer."

SPA EXPANDS
The countries of Senegal, the Gambia, Niger and Burkina Faso have announced their intentions to join the SPA program. Commands have been announced for Senegambia and the Volta-Niger complex.
 
Mysticism and Philosophy in the EAEC
Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that is now gone.

While the technocrats and bureaucrats who currently rule the council have adopted policies that more or less actively suppress organized religions with established theology, some of the more mystical religions (or at least, generally mystic behavior) are condoned and still thrive within the enclaves of the EAEC, some of them even enjoying an officially sanctioned status by the Council itself. Chief among them are several meditation techniques and training mantras adapted by the Council to 'foster psychological and physical health of its emergency service employees,' which are clearly inspired by Buddhist thoughts as well as several of the more recent philosophical movements pre-war, along with the Korean concept of Han.

Loss and ways of coping with tragedy features heavily into modern day EAEC mysticism, with majority of the officially sanctioned and approved literature and movements emphasizing the need to embrace the past tragedies, mistakes, and losses in full without any denial or undue shame with the ultimate goal of moving on through acceptance of the past as is, rather than forgetting or enshrining it through needless search for meanings or sophistry. Officially sanctioned meditation mantras help by encouraging its practitioners to 'step back' from their 'selfhood,' in order to reexamine their life and the paths they have taken to get to this moment, or alternatively by encouraging its practitioners to accept themselves and exist solely at that moment.

It is important to note that the literature in EAEC, despite its emphasis on tragedy and ways of coping with loss, reject and criticize attempt to rationalize or put aside such events in life, instead encouraging direct and sometimes even emotional response to such event to affect change in either themselves or to others, and help each other become better or to build a better society, or even just to become a more profound individual.

The EAEC's adherence to such concepts and philosophies are likely a direct response to massive starvation, deaths, and killings that took place in East Asia during this time period and most certainly adopted in an effort to help people within its enclaves and safe zones cope with massive losses without succumbing to other worldliness of religion or the tempting allure of nihilistic thought in apocalyptic Eastern Asia.

While its arguable whether or not the majority of the population within EAEC territory believes the officially sanctioned philosophies and mantras, it is notable that rare works of fiction published these days in the territories, despite almost universally featuring depressive and melancholic settings, also feature strong hope and want for the future that is 'just beyond grasp,' and often emphasize the happier events and moments in life that rose as a result of facing and accepting such hardships.

We don't want people to be sad when we are gone. We want them to be amazed that any of us had a chance at all. We want to wish them luck on the suffering that is sure to come.
 
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Communiqué on the Establishment of a Fifth International

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MONTEVIDEO, PEOPLE'S SOCIALIST REPUBLIC OF URUGUAY, 5 SESA 89* —
The People's Secretariat, with approval from the Supreme Workers' Council acting on mandate of the proletariat, hereby issues a declaration of full support for the establishment of the Brazilian Democratic Workers' State in Paraná, a revolutionary socialist state founded on the ideological principles of Trotskyism-Posadism. We are committed to working in close cooperation with their government to ensure that appropriate measures are taken for the establishment of a functioning workers' democracy in the southern region of Brazil, and an intergovernmental forum under the banner of a Fifth International has been founded by a bilateral agreement between our states to pursue these goals aswell as the Posadist values embodied by the Uruguayan Revolution.

To promote internationalism and overcome language barriers, Esperanto will be adopted as a working language of the Fifth International and also as a second official language in the People's Socialist Republic of Uruguay. Other plans set in motion by the Central Committee of the Fifth International include a common currency, the suno, which is set to be minted and adopted as legal tender by its member states within the next five year period, replacing the Uruguayan peso at a 1:1 exchange rate.

Vivu la revolucio!

*5 Sesa 89 = 5 June 2050

This date was recorded in accordance with the standards set by the Uruguayan Revolutionary Calendar, the official calendar used in the People's Socialist Republic of Uruguay. It is a modified version of the Gregorian calendar where year 1 corresponds to the Gregorian year of 1962, which is the year J. Posadas' faction split from the original Fourth International to form the Posadist Fourth International. Months are named in Esperanto after their ordinal number and correspond to a month in the Gregorian calender as listed in the table below. Some months have an alternative hispanicized spelling which is sometimes preferred over the original Esperanto spelling.

[table=head]Gregorian|Uruguayan
January|Unua
February|Dua
March|Tria
April|Kvara (Cuara)
May|Kvina (Cuina)
June|Sesa
July|Sepa
August|Oka (Oca)
September|Naŭa (Nahua)
October|Deka (Deca)
November|Dekunua (Decunua)
December|Dekdua (Decdua)[/table]

Edit: Added alternative Spanish spellings for the names of certain months.
 
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April 7th, 2052. An international communiqué regarding the 2nd reaffirmation of the total and formal neutrality of the Republic of Vietnam, and a request for international assurance thereof hereafter.

Vietnamese Proclamation of International Neutrality

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In recognizing the history of conflict and bloodshed and its resounding adverse effects on the order, citizenry, and very existence of our Vietnamese nation, and in the interest of preserving and maintaining our unique social and cultural milieu to extend prosperity and camaraderie to this and future generations, the Government and Legislature of the Republic of Vietnam hence pledge the following.

i. The Republic of Vietnam henceforth renounces war as a privilege of the state and as a sovereign right of the polity. Hence, the Republic of Vietnam will also not recognize and consider null and void any declaration of war against its state and populace.​

ii. The Republic of Vietnam recognizes a perpetual state of non-belligerency, and denounces any effort to condition the nation into a belligerent in any military conflict.​

iii. The Republic of Vietnam maintains the sovereignty of its territory, and reserves the right to intern or retaliate against foreign belligerent transgressions on the territory of Vietnam without violating its neutrality. Retaliation or associated punishment is dependent on the degree of the transgression in question. Any resistance, even by force, of the Vietnamese state, is only in retaliation and cannot be viewed as a hostile act.

iv. The Republic of Vietnam does not have the agency to ratify any international agreement with military provisions in entirety, elsewise it reserves the right to ratify such agreements with explicit exception regarding the aforementioned.

v. The Republic of Vietnam totally forbids the usage of Vietnamese digital and physical transportation networks for the transmission or transit of military telecommunications, munitions, or other military supplies from a belligerent power.

vi. The Republic of Vietnam similarly forbids the transit of explicit military armaments from any foreign nation regardless of belligerency, in times of peace and war.

vii. The Republic of Vietnam will permit the transit of military vehicles in its territorial waters, but forbids the usage of Vietnamese ports and waters as bases of naval or aerial operations as well as any military engagements within its territorial waters.

viii. The Republic of Vietnam will restrict the transit of military vehicles in its territorial airspace, and will totally restrict the usage of Vietnamese airfields and territory as bases of aerial operation as well as any military engagements within its territorial airspace.

ix. The Republic of Vietnam, its Citizens, and its national corporate entities reserve the right to terminate the supply of munitions or other war materials without advance notice should the opposite nation declare a state of belligerency.

x. The Republic of Vietnam shall enact munitions and personnel restrictions on its armed forces. The scale to which Vietnamese land, sea, and air forces shall be limited will be reviewed biannually by a committee formed by the Vietnamese government, open to indiscriminate international surveyance.

xi. The military forces of the Republic of Vietnam have the sole explicit primary purpose to maintain the sovereignty of the Vietnamese state in the face of external aggression or transgression.

xii. The Republic of Vietnam renounces the sovereign right to maintain military operations in any foreign sovereign nation. Permission to act abroad must be accorded by a tripartite agreement: between the Administration and Legislature of the Republic of Vietnam, as well as with the consent of the third-party sovereign state.

xiii. The abrogation of this declaration cannot be enacted by the agency of either one of the Administration or Legislature of the Republic of Vietnam, but rather must be ratified by a general consensus of the public and their representatives.

xiv. This document shall be reviewed and revised once every ten years, and an ad hoc committee shall be formed on such occasion to oversee the modification or maintenance of this document.​

Reviewed and revised at Đà Nẵng Capital Region, 7 April, 2052, in a single physical copy, which shall remain deposited in the National Archives of the Vietnamese Government and certified digital copies of which shall also be maintained by the Vietnamese Government and recognized as legally valid until the subsequent review and revision.

Here follow signatures,
Trần Đức Nghì
Nguyễn Hữu Nhựt
Đinh Thu Linh

On behalf of the citizenry of the Republic of Vietnam.​

To better foster international and public understanding of the neutrality of our Republic, this document, all constituent articles, and any derivative pieces remain for free public use as recognized by the Republic of Vietnam.
 
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The Republic of China recognizes Vietnam's declaration and guarantees that its neutrality, sovereignty, and pacifism will be respected.
 
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Federation to restart ISRO
6 June 2050

BANGALORE- Padma Korrapati, the Minister of Science and Technology confirmed today that the Centre will fund the repair and refurbishment of the Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO) facilities at the Satish Dhawan Space Centre and over a dozen more across the country. Despite criticism from members of the public and the Opposition regarding the cost of the program the Minister remains adamant about the spending. "For National Defense, Telecommunications to weather forecasting and medical care and education, space research and development is a critical part of our infrastructure. For the nation is it not a luxury but a sheer necessity for us to grow and prosper." ISRO will focus first on removing space debris and begin to the launching of new satellites with five years. "We have a large mess to clean up and it will require time and resources to do it. It is just like a farmer preparing a field for planting. You can not simply spread out seeds that will be choked by weeds or baked in the sun or eaten by the birds, you must first clear the field, turn over the soil and apply the fertilizer. It will not be an instant process but it can be done and the results will be great."

In Other News:
-Ministry of Defense says peacekeepers to be sent to Bihar, Bengal, and Assam to assist law enforcement, civilian government
-Diva Industries rumored to be working on 'Expert' computer systems
-Konda Corporation plans new 'Jawan 2050' for Ministry of Defense/Home Affairs contracts

 
Zanzibarland
1 DP to claim Uganda
1 DP to claim North Mozambique
1 DP into tech; 1.5 points into bio, .5 point into computer, .5 point into HOHE ENERGIE
1 DP to improve Tanzania
1 DP into space programme

Will post something more substantial in a bit.
 
Have about half the orders in already. Early orders let me do more of the update/stats before the deadline, so I really appreciate it.

Also a reminder to please pm me your orders.
 
Seoul, a place with the single highest casualty rating for the emergency service workers assigned.

That's the city, alright.

Yet you spend virtually all your free time here.

It's not like the city's physically dangerous. Most of those casualties are mental breakdowns, and I know how to avoid the physical dangers of these ruins.

People generally avoid things that cause mental breakdowns in their free time.

Do you know why this city is so challenging to people's mental health?

Loss, perhaps. Knowledge that something so great and powerful lived here? Perhaps they mourn the millions of lives that once worked and moved here, and the tragedy that extinguished those lives all at once.

Wow.

Somehow, someway, despite being so cynical, you have a better opinion of humanity than I do. Such thoughts never occurred to me, no. I think a different reason is responsible for all these mental breakdowns, not some strange empathy for dead human beings.

What is it, if not empathy and mourning?

Mortality. It is impossible to walk through these city ruins without coming to terms with one's own mortality. Do you know why we make statues of heroes and important persons out of stone and metal?

What a strange tangent.

Not a strange tangent at all, my friend. We make statues of people and figures we wish to revere and worship, because we wish to believe that they are somehow immortal and everlasting as the materials the statues are made of. Diamond lasts forever, as the saying goes.

Is this going somewhere?

We make structures out of stone and metal too, because we wish to believe in their permanence too. We want to build structures that will last for an eternity because we believe that by doing so, we will leave behind something that will be of importance forever. We enshrined our cities, made of stone and metal and glass, which is basically just refined stone, within an illusion of permanence, and in doing so sought to affirm our way of life and ourselves. After all, these monolithic structures and cities prove that our way of life is the way we were living for generations, and that it will continue to function for centuries to come.

This city ruin is a direct refutation of such thought. While going through these ruins, its impossible not to think: "Ah, not even stone and metal is eternal." It is impossible not to confront the fact that everything we have ever built will return to dust easily as somebody far away pressing a single button or by simple decade of neglect, rather than centuries. And if not even stone and metal are eternal? What is? Nothing is, of course. Believing otherwise is a grand delusion that humanity has managed to convince themselves to believe for so many millennia. The mental breakdowns are a result of people coming to term with this truth.

Even if what you are saying is true, this doesn't explain why you spend your free time here.

I find it soothing.

Now you are not making any sense.

But I do find it very soothing. All of our flaws, our mistakes, our current pains, our present sadness and ongoing tragedies--none of these things are permanent. It reminds me that it is better to try and continue, because our mistakes and pains will melt away in time. It reminds me that all these suffering and tragedies will not matter in time.

But if nothing is permanent, than nothing you will ever do right now will matter in the grand scheme of things. How do you keep yourself going despite constantly reminding yourself of this so called truth?

Because the difference between nothingness and a fraction of a fraction is as wide and incomprehensible as the difference between one and infinity, and to see pointlessness in incomprehensibility is the single most foolish act of mankind. So what if everything I've ever built or everyone I've ever saved will return to the dirt where they came? I'm still alive, saving lives and constructing new things. So what if I'll never be some messianic archetype that we envision ourselves to be, as implied by our insistence on doing things that 'matter' or is 'meaningful?' There is not a single existence out there in this wide universe that can claim to be me or to have accomplished the same thing I did, and that is enough.

Understandable, perhaps, although I must disagree.

And you are free to do so. Would you like to join me up here?

Whatever for?

Because the scenery is beautiful up here, that's why.
 
You're not setting a good example with that habit of yours.

Give me a break. I think the present situation is a bit stressful and I think I'm entitled to a cigarette before I go off to fu-

That's a common misconception. Smoking actually has no effect on reducing stress. It was-

You are insufferable...Did you know this was going to happen?

No...

No?

I did not Erik, and I do not appreciate the insinuation. When I did find out...

You couldn't convince them, I kn-

I couldn't even bring it up

Hey, hey it's ok. You were such a good soldier now, no time for tears. I'm the one going to Borneo, not you.

I'm not...this is not about you.

Shhhhh it's ok. It's not. Listen to me....LISTEN to me Wakaba. I haven't been the best father, I know that. But you MUST be a better mom for Alice.

But I-

NO. I know it's hard, but you HAVE to be there for her. You're the only one she's going to have.

They're not going to keep you there forever though, there'd be no reason to!

Right, that's their plan "Hey we're going to take you out to the middle of Borneo in a jungle with no human contact so you can work on our super secret space project but don't worry! Five years later, you get to come out with a sweet pension check and some choice digs.

I don't think they'll kill me. They really don't have a reason for that. But there's no reason for them to have me walking around either, I'd be a massive potential risk. And you know better than anyone what they do to risks. *gunshot motion*


Just remember though, you're the only one Alice is going to have. PLEASE, for any love that you might have ever had for me, for yourself, for anything you have left going on PLEASE just be there for her. She's 3 now and is going to need you now more than ever going forward.

I'll.....I'll try.

Promise me

....I promise.

Good. How much time do we have left?


Five minutes.

Perfect. Now if only you hadn't thrown out my last cigarette...oh?

Here

I guess I shouldn't underestimate a security officer, huh?

Good luck Erik...and please refrain from foolishness. For the Directorate.

For the Directorate.

For Alice.

For Alice.
 
Federation of South India/Dakshin Bhaarat ke Sangh

Government and Economy

President:
Nalini Anandi

Prime Minister:
Durga Dipali

Minister of Home Affairs:
Ankit Jayadev
Minister of Foreign Affairs: Jitendra Abhijeet
Minister of Finance and Corporate Affairs: Lakshman Samir
Minister of Environment: Prachi Reva
Minister of Industry: Aravind Nirmal
Minister of Transportation: Padma Korrapati
Minister of Defense: Nand Jagdish
Minister of Science and Technology: Padma Korrapati
Minister of Human Development: Siva Sneha

Capital:
Bangalore/Bengaluru

Government Organization:
The Federal Parliamentary Republic composed of three states (Maharashtra, South India, and Orissa). National and State Elections are held every five years with the last one in 2049. The President is elected nationally and the Prime Minister is elected by the National Assembly and is usually a member of the majority party. The Prime Minister nominates candidates for the national ministries (Home Affairs, Foreign Affairs, Finance and Corporate Affairs, Environment, Industry, Transportation, Defense, Science and Technology, Human Development) which are approved by the National Assembly. Each state is headed by a Governor, who is a direct appointee of the President; the Chief Minister is the elected head of the state legislative assembly and represents the ruling party or coalition

National Assembly:
Composed of 171 Members with 1 Member per 100000 Citizens. As of the last General Election (2049) HPP 52 Seats, RSP 55, BDP 29, BRG 17, IP 17

Armed Forces:
Indian Army, Indian Navy, Indian Air Force, Paramilitary Forces

Economy
Currency:
Indian Rupee (INR)

The Federation economy is a mixed economy with the majority share of strategic industries (Mining, Energy, Telecommunications, Finance, Defense, Transportation) owned by the Central Government. Despite the past economic collapse and the loss of trade the Service sector now makes up 60% of the economy with Industry in second place at 25% and Agriculture at 15%.

Major Corporations and Industries
Aditi Telecommunications:
Telecommunications/Information Technology
Verdant Worldwide: Robotics/Automation; Freight Transportation/Storage
Funfare: Entertainment; Freight Transportation/Storage
Lightship Technologies: Military/Security Technology; Medical Services
Diva Industries: Computer Hardware; Robotics and Automation
Red Bamboo Services: Agriculture and Food Services, Construction and Engineering, Finance
Banshee Inc: Entertainment; Finance
Konda Corporation: Finance; Military/Security Technology
Henase: Automotive: Computer Software
Zumma Holdings: Consumer and Retail Goods; Agriculture and Food Services
Kondrina-Pratieva: Computer Hardware; Sports and Leisure
 
The Dominion Mirror
Latest of India

Dominion Peacekeepers commences province reclamation with Federation security forces. Meets resistance at Indian-Pakistani border.
11th of March, 5050
As part of a joint reclamation effort between the Dominion and Federation of India, Dominion peacekeeping forces advanced into the provinces of Kashmir, Gurajat, Madhya Pradesh and along the former Nepal-Indian borders, reclaiming cities and placing them under the influence of the Kamaraj by installing proper bodies of governance. Even now, the cities of Rajkot, Srinagar, Agra and Kanpur are under the process of intense rehabilitation with clean water, power, security and other utilities being slowly brought to bear along with the restoration of housing and transportation infrastructure.

Later in the afternoon, a representative of the Kamaraj stated however that the areas bordering Pakistan were becoming the hardest to restore and secure, as the outlying countryside has come under skirmishes by Sharia extremist militias equipped and backed by the Afghan Caliphate, seeking to eliminate non-muslims and wrestle control in the region from the DoI security garrisons stationed there.

Developer of Trance program hospitalized after terrorist attack in New Delhi.
20th of July, 5051
Dr. Satyendra Sahni, former advanced biology professor at the Indian Institute of Technology in New Delhi, now lead scientist of the Dominion's Trance Augmentation Program, was critically injured last friday evening following a suicide bombing on the research facility he was stationed at on the outskirts of New Delhi. Whilst the facility itself received minimal damage, the attack has left 11 people dead and 24 injured, including the professor who was later brought to the Delhi hospital and is currently undergoing surgery. No one has yet to take credit for the attack, but the New Delhi Police Department is working alongside the military's central intelligence agency and the Rakshasa special forces unit to locate the aggressor party.
3rd Thorium reactor activated. Brings light to India.
16th of May, 5053
The alteration of the Rajasthan Atomic Power Plant as a Thorium reactor was earlier this month completed. With representatives of the Kamaraj along with a strong presence of the Dominion self-defense force present to oversee the plant, the activation procedure went smoothly. Even now, the power produced by the plant is being spent on energizing regions of India that have gone without power ever since the third world war had ravaged the nation. The surplus is being exported to nearby neighbors.
 
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