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Into the Maw: Space Command

Although T'Zakiel had many years of spacecraft experience under his belt, considering he had spent nearly half of his life in space at this point, he had rarely encountered any battles whilst onboard a vessel, and this was one of the first times he'd been tasked with directly attacking the Thresh. As such, he was quite nervous, though he knew better than to reveal this to any of his crewmen.

"Sir, we've taken down one of the Thresh ships," said Lieutenant Roals, interesting his captain's anxious thoughts. T'Zakiel smiled, knowing that at least he was doing something right.

"Alright, how many more are there left?" the captain asked, due to the fact that the large window-esque screen in front of his was clogged with wreckage and explosions, blocking any visual signs of an enemy.

"According to our radar, at least three more medium-sized ships. No fellow Alliance vessels are nearby." This information prompted T'Zakiel to wonder how far he strayed from the main battle. "Wait... it seems as though a squadron of a dozen enemy interceptors are coming our way," Roals continued.

"Are the turbo-lasers ready?" T'Zakiel asked, garnering a nod from his lieutenant. "Open fire, then." Suddenly, a trio of small spacecraft whizzed past the bridge, firing a multitude of what appeared to be green lasers at the Orpheus. After the shooting subsided for a moment, T'Zakiel rose and yelled at his crewmen. "What's happening? Did you not hear me? Open fire, alright?!"

"Sir, the Thresh interceptors are much too fast for our turbo-lasers. The only weapons of ours that can hit them are our point-defense lasers, and half of those are destroyed," a lone officer answered.

"Well, attempt to escape from all of this wreckage instead. Hopefully, some of those Thresh ships will crash into the debris. And as for the larger vessels, hit them with our tractor beams. If we are to miss, circle back and hit them again. I want to ensure their demise." A unanimous cheer resounded throughout the bridge, and T'Zakiel sat back down. If all was to go according to plan, the tractor beams would cripple the Thresh ships, leaving them immobilized, which would give the Orpheus enough time to high-tail it out of there and reach the wreckage in time to save the Marines stranded there.

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

Federated States of Alleghany

Federated States of Alleghany

Nation's History
Work in progress.

Race
The Usonians are a species of sentient near-humans from the eastern hemisphere of Kervan. Although some specimens are rather portly, Usonians are typically powerfully built, with a humanoid body of two arms, two legs, a torso, and a head. Each hand sports five fingers capped by nails. Their skin is typically a shade of bright white, although it can fluctuate from darker to lighter hues and even into tones of blue as their emotions shift.

The Usonian face is characterized by two eyes, a central nose, and a mouth. The eyes are proportionally large and came in the colors red, violet, and black. Eyebrows grow above each eye, and the eyelids feature lashes. Their hair, waxy in some, ranges in color from brown through black to silver and white. Regardless of its original color, the hair whitens with age and thins or recedes in some male members of the species. The mouth, lined by lips of a shade darker than the rest of the skin, contains a dark-blue tongue and rows of white dentition; some Usonians exhibit noticeable gaps between teeth. Their throat is sometimes subject to buildups of fluid that required clearing. Separate populations of Usonians exhibit slight phenotypic differences. For instance, the Usonians to the north of Kervan have lower foreheads, narrower faces, and smaller and more narrowly set eyes in comparison to those of the south.

The Usonians have two sexes, male and female. Physical characteristics distinguish the two sexes, such as facial hair on men. Because they are extremely similar to humans in their appearance, they are found by members of the human species to be particularly attractive. As such, they often intermarry with the human population on Kevran, despite the fact that the two species are fundamentally different enough on a biological level to preclude reproduction. Usonians are still considered young at age fifteen, and their lifespan exceeds sixty years. Usonians require sleep each night, a period during which they sometimes experience vivid dreams.

Form of Government
The Federated States of Alleghany (FSA) is a democratic republic, and its head of state is its president, elected every four years by a group of appointed electors from each of the Federacy’s states and territories. The business of Federacy government officially lies in the hands of the FSA Congress, which retains its pre-Civil War structure of Senate and House of Representatives. In practice, however, the central government holds far less power now that it did before the Alleghian Civil War; the individual state governments are fiercely protective of their right to govern their own territories with an independence of spirit that borders on actual autonomy.

It was the issues of government and economics that drove the southern states to take up arms in the previous century against what they saw as the intransigent and high-handed attitudes of the last chancellor of the former Alleghian Republic. The initial flashpoint was a dispute over whether state or central government should have control over the extensive oil and uranium reserves of southern Alleghany – indeed, early on the conflict was known as the ‘Ore War’. However, the clash rapidly became about much broader and more fundamental issues of governance. After several years of bitter fighting, the rebellious states were victorious, resulting in a considerable scaling-back of central government powers.

Current Leader
President N'athaniel Adamns

Notable Figures
Work in progress.

Total Population
132,000,000

Nation's Location



Nation's Geography
Work in progress.

Economy
Work in progress.

Technology Overview
WIP

Military Overview
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Population
7,920,000
Army Overview
The Alleghian Army is steeped in the martial traditions of the old colonial empires and the drive for technology of the new dieselpunk age. Its infantry are disciplined and drilled to perfection, presenting their commanders with a professional force that is capable and fearsome. However, the true power of the Alleghany lies in its heavy use of mechanised armored divisions. The Alleghian tank divisions are the awe of the world; no other force posseses such superbly designed and manufactured engines of war. Monstrous heavy tanks are the tip of the spear in every charge with organised ranks of infantry following them, while the equally massive, albeit considerably slower and stronger, siege tanks bring their deadly payload to bear.

Dogfaces
The Alleghian Army respects talent to a large degree, and mostly does not care about social status, background, and even educational levels (although being a son of a senator wouldn't hurt). With enough talent, even cripples and the unfit have been able to become artillery commanders. With sufficient will power, the vast majority of the proud enlistees are able to become a part of the Alleghian military. The principles of talent above all and the ability of all to succeed have become a foundation of the Federation's equality, and this remains to be so, even if the racial minorities find it difficult to assimilate into this competitive society.

In terms of training groundmen, drill sergeants are encouraged to attempt to graduate all candidates, and the principle of “nobody being left behind” is universally accepted by the Federation's training ideology. Around 90% of all recruits become competent members of the Alleghian Armed Forces, or even go further in the armored corps or special infantry squads. These men do their country proud with their discipline and valor.

Then there are the dogfaces, the shame of the federal army. They represent the pinnacle of human mediocrity: disrespectful to their superiors, unable to fire their rifles to acceptable standards, too idiotic to understand basic military tactics, and worst of all, do not share the willpower and talent to “take that extra step”. Along with death row prisoners and the occasional immigrant, these misfits make up the dogfaces, the official PBIs (poor bloody infantry) and cannon fodders of the Alleghian Army.

Well, to be fair, Alleghany still is quite kind to them as they are given M1-Geralts, which, as the revered general Gaeorges Smiss Peaton had once said, was the “finest implement of war ever devised.” This remains to be seen with the abundance of fully automatic weaponry in the upcoming war, but it can be guaranteed that the dogfaces will at least be able to deliver sufficiently lethal payloads onto the enemy, that is, if they manage to hit their targets.

Navy Overview
Air Force Overview
WIP

Just a Test Thread

The Koschminian Republic

The Koschminian Republic

General Galactic Location

History

Other

Zambambo - Your run of the mill zombie RP [Medium-High Casual]

Seems interesting enough. Count me in.

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Republic of Figueria

Federated States of Alleghany

Nation's History
Work in progress.

Race
The Usonians are a species of sentient near-humans from the eastern hemisphere of Kervan. Although some specimens are rather portly, Usonians are typically powerfully built, with a humanoid body of two arms, two legs, a torso, and a head. Each hand sports five fingers capped by nails. Their skin is typically a shade of bright white, although it can fluctuate from darker to lighter hues and even into tones of blue as their emotions shift.

The Usonian face is characterized by two eyes, a central nose, and a mouth. The eyes are proportionally large and came in the colors red, violet, and black. Eyebrows grow above each eye, and the eyelids feature lashes. Their hair, waxy in some, ranges in color from brown through violet to silver and white. Regardless of its original color, the hair whitens with age and thins or recedes in some male members of the species. The mouth, lined by lips of a shade darker than the rest of the skin, contains a dark-purple tongue and rows of white dentition; some Keshiri exhibit noticeable gaps between teeth. Their throat is sometimes subject to buildups of fluid that required clearing. Separate populations of Usonians exhibit slight phenotypic differences. For instance, the Usonians to the north of Kevran have lower foreheads, narrower faces, and smaller and more narrowly set eyes in comparison to those of the south.

The Usonians have two sexes, male and female. Physical characteristics distinguish the two sexes, such as facial hair on men. Because they are extremely similar to humans in their appearance, they are found by members of the human species to be particularly attractive. As such, they often intermarry with the human population on Kevran, despite the fact that the two species are fundamentally different enough on a biological level to preclude reproduction. Usonians are still considered young at age fifteen, and their lifespan exceeds sixty years. Usonians require sleep each night, a period during which they sometimes experience vivid dreams.

Form of Government
The Federated States of Alleghany (FSA) is a democratic republic, and its head of state is its president, elected every four years by a group of appointed electors from each of the Federacy’s states and territories. The business of Federacy government officially lies in the hands of the FSA Congress, which retains its pre-Civil War structure of Senate and House of Representatives. In practice, however, the central government holds far less power now that it did before the Civil War; the individual state governments are fiercely protective of their right to govern their own territories with an independence of spirit that borders on actual autonomy.

It was the issues of government and economics that drove the southern states to take up arms in the previous century against what they saw as the intransigent and high-handed attitudes of the last chancellor of the former Alleghian Republic. The initial flashpoint was a dispute over whether state or central government should have control over the extensive oil and uranium reserves of southern Alleghany – indeed, early on the conflict was known as the ‘Ore War’. However, the clash rapidly became about much broader and more fundamental issues of governance. After several years of bitter fighting, the rebellious states were victorious, resulting in a considerable scaling-back of central government powers.

CURRENT LEADER
President Nathaniel Adamns

NOTABLE FIGURES
Work in progress.

TOTAL POPULATION
132,000,000

NATION'S LOCATION

NATION'S GEOGRAPHY
Work in progress.

ECONOMY
Work in progress.

Technology Overview
WIP

Military Overview
Population
(If your nation is hardcore military, it can't be more than 7%, if not, 5%)
Army Overview
Navy Overview
Air Force Overview
WIP

Just a Test Thread

ANSULIAN PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC

NATION'S HISTORY

Race
(Can be whatever you want within reasonable constraints. Try not to get to crazy or unbalanced)

Form of Government

Current Leader(s)

Notable Figures

Total Population
(No china blobs please. I may allow one, but in general, try to keep it under 160 million roughly)

Nation's Location:

Nation's Geography:
(See the Biome map to get a general sense of what your nation is like. Feel free to build onto that by adding notable forests or mountains and such to better enhance the setting of your nation. The Biome map is just something to help you along)

Economy:
(What does your nation like to import/export? Remember, your nation can't just home grow all the things it needs. Also its a good excuse for war! :D)
(Oh! And I am also allowing fantasy materials, like Float Stone or whatever to allow big machines or flying contraptions. Have fun with it, be creative!)

Technology Overview
(Does your nation favor progress over tradition? And if so, what fields is your nation focusing on? This is just a fun bit where you can describe whatever unique focus your nation has in terms of technology. Also, if you decide to make some sort of traditionalist nation that remains further behind others, that's great! Don't worry about being smited off the face of the planet right off the bat. Remember, we are here to have fun with a creative nation building roleplay, so we can play it out in more ways than just realistic scenario.)

Military Overview
Population
(If your nation is hardcore military, it can't be more than 7%, if not, 5%)
Army Overview
Navy Overview
Air Force Overview

Into the Maw: Space Command

Aboard the ANS Orpheus, Captain Natshuk T'Zakiel sat gallantly at the center of the bridge, surrounded by a ring of computers, screens and crewmen. Wires, lights and cables all hung overhead in a somewhat orderly fashion, swaying with each barrage of Thresh missiles. A large screen display, acting as a window and crowded with holographic charts, seemed like a door to another dimension, especially when compared to the dark, drab gray interior of the Orpheus. Immense battleships floated by, firing volley after volley of particle beams, while comparatively tiny interceptors whizzed past.

As officers and crewmen alike ran back and forth between the bridge and their respective stations, all the while shouting orders and readying their equipment, Lieutenant Fel Roals approached the command chair, tablet in hand. "Sir, we're approaching a number of medium-sized Thresh spacecraft. If my men's calculations are correct, the nearest Alliance ships won't stand a chance. We recommend you circle back."

T'Zakiel contemplated the recommendation, curiously shifting in his seat, but soon came up with a rebuttal. "Lieutenant, do you not understand that we are headed for the moon? We have Alliance men stranded out there, and I will not let a few Thresh stand in my way. You now damn well the capabilities of this ship, and though I respect the decisions of your department, it seems as though the failed to take into account the sheer strength of our vessel. Continue moving forwards, and have our astrogation officers plan the easiest landing."

"Yes, sir."

However, just as Roals was leaving the bridge, an unprecedented volley of Thresh bolts violently rocked the ship, severely damaging its hull. All of the vessel's emergency lights turned a bright red, and an alarm resounded throughout the ship: "This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Report to your appropriate stations and prepare to engage. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill." A number of officers hastily rushed to T'Zakiel, all waving their navigational tablets, vying for attention.

"Calm down, men," the captain ordered, the green tendrils poking out of his head shaking with every word. "It seems as though we've come into contact with what I presume to be medium-class Thresh craft. As part of Alliance regulation, I want you all to get to your stations, ready the point-defense lasers, and charge the turbo-lasers. Do you understand?"

Each and everyone of the surrounding men quickly nodded and rushed down the nearest corridors. As the nearby Alliance battleships exploded, bright yellow light filled the room every few seconds, signifying heavy losses at that end of the battlefield. T'Zakiel grew worried, and brought the intercom-linked bracelet he wore up to his lips.

"This is your captain speaking. Prepare to fire once the Thresh are less than a kilometer away. Have the ion cannons at the ready, and if we are to take more damage, swerve the ship so as to charge them head-on and reduce any further damage to our hull." With that, the captain adjusted himself, crossed his legs, and brought his right arm up to his chin.

Just a Test Thread

Aboard the ANS Orpheus, Captain Natshuk T'Zakiel sat gallantly at the center of the bridge, surrounded by a ring of computers, screens and crewmen. Wires, lights and cables all hung overhead in a somewhat orderly fashion, swaying with each barrage of Thresh missiles. A large window, crowded with holographic numbers and charts, seemed like a door to another dimension, especially when compared to the dark, drab gray interior of the Orpheus. Immense battleships floated by, firing volley after volley of particle beams, while comparatively tiny interceptors whizzed past.

As officers and crewmen alike ran back and forth between the bridge and their respective stations, all the while shouting orders and readying their equipment, Lieutenant Fel Roals approached the command chair, tablet in hand. "Sir, we're approaching a number of medium-sized Thresh spacecraft. If my men's calculations are correct, the nearest Alliance ships won't stand a chance. We recommend you circle back."

T'Zakiel contemplated the recommendation, curiously shifting in his seat, but soon came up with a rebuttal. "Lieutenant, do you not understand that we are headed for the moon? We have Alliance men stranded out there, and I will not let a few Thresh stand in my way. You now damn well the capabilities of this ship, and though I respect the decisions of your department, it seems as though the failed to take into account the sheer strength of our vessel. Continue moving forwards, and have our astrogation officers plan the easiest landing."

"Yes, sir."

However, just as Roals was leaving the bridge, an unprecedented volley of Thresh bolts violently rocked the ship, severely damaging its hull. All of the vessel's emergency lights turned a bright red, and an alarm resounded throughout the ship: "This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Report to your appropriate stations and prepare to engage. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill." A number of officers hastily rushed to T'Zakiel, all waving their navigational tablets, vying for attention.

"Calm down, men," the captain ordered, the green tendrils poking out of his head shaking with every word. "It seems as though we've come into contact with what I presume to be medium-class Thresh craft. As part of Alliance regulation, I want you all to get to your stations, ready the point-defense lasers, and charge the turbo-lasers. Do you understand?"

Each and everyone of the surrounding men quickly nodded and rushed down the nearest corridors. As the nearby Alliance battleships exploded, bright yellow light filled the room every few seconds, signifying heavy losses at that end of the battlefield. T'Zakiel grew worried, and brought the intercom-linked bracelet he wore up to his lips.

"This is your captain speaking. Prepare to fire once the Thresh are less than a kilometer away. Have the ion cannons at the ready, and if we are to take more damage, swerve the ship so as to charge them head-on and reduce any further damage to our hull." With that, the captain adjusted himself, crossed his legs, and brought his right arm up to his chin.

Into the Maw: Space Command

Skyrte said
Also it'd be cool if you guys that made edits, state what you edited in the future. So I don't have to read through the entire sheet again to find the edit. Again, it's ultimately up to you guys, but I'd like less work.

Sorry about that. I'll make sure to remind myself in the future.

Werewolves are Endangered?

As Andrew attempted to balance himself in order to communicate with his savior in the most respectable manner he could conjure up at a time like these, he continued with his withering and twisting, often gripping his head every few seconds. "T-There's someone o-out there, kid," he said, and pointed at the closed shutters at the front of the room. "I sense it, you k-know? We have t-to get wh-whatever's out t-t-there before it gets to us, alright?" He feigned a smile, or at least the best one he could manage, and grabbed the young man's shoulders in order to avoid having to endure another nasty fall.

"Sorry a-about this..."