Thought: A Hamilton-esque comedy-musical about the Russian Revolution, from Trotsky's point of view. Lenin would take a Washington-type role, the Tsar would be King George, and Stalin is Jefferson
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8 yrs ago
@Ophidian How do you think I feel? I'm 40-odd years behind you, and that STILL holds true for me.
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8 yrs ago
oi, fuk off m8. Don't see me coming into the status bar, shitting all over YOUR nation's political ideology.
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Just here for a bit of roleplay occasionally. I have an odd schedule, so please don't get too upset if I disappear. I'll do my best to let you know beforehand, though.
My guy's a bit more mundane than the rest, but I think we need a foil.
Name: David Jones Age: He's kinda lost track, 30 maybe? Appearance: On top of the usual helmet-gas mask combo, David has a radio headset with a microphone and earpiece, with a cord running to the large radio box on his back Rank: Not very many kills, but he's the one with the radio, so he gives the orders from command, and people just kinda do them. He doesn't let anyone else use the radio for this reason. Position: Radio Operator Weapons: Semi-Automatic Rifle, a grenade or two, utility knife.
Ülemveebel(Representative) Sten Illar - The Commune's representative to the Galactic Council Vanemmaat(Director of the Commune) Timo Oja - Head of State for the Commune
The Noerfaen Solar System is comprised of 6 planets, 3 of which are habitable by the Noerfaen species, and are thus included as Commune Territory. Of the three planets, the planet closest to the sun is Noerfae, the homeworld of the Noerfaen species, and the capital of the Commune. It acts as a trade and government hub, with spaceports constantly buzzing with activity, and a planetwide city providing shelter for many of the Noerfaen species. Reconstruction following the Great Revolution has brought stability and jobs to a world formerly rife with looting, riots, and mass protests. The second world is Heigo, named after the Noerfaen astronomer that discovered the world millennia ago. This world acts as the agricultural center of the Commune, supplying the three worlds with food, crop-based products, and other similar goods. Heigo was relatively unscathed during the Great Revolution, as there was minimal government presence, and thus the residents simply transitioned from one ruling group to the next with minimal protest. The new economic system brought by the Commune has provided more food to be shared among the residents of Heigo, with replication technology routinely being used to help supplement crop growth. The final world is Viljar, again named after a famous astronomer. Viljar is unique in that its sole permanent residents are machines. As a manufacturing world, Viljar is prone to intense pollution. Unable to inhibit or stop the effects, the Noerfaens simply banned permanent residence on the surface, fully automating the manufacturing process, and building space stations in orbit, for cargo and transport vessels to pick up and ship out the produced goods. Occasional environment suit-garbed teams of mechanics and computer engineers are sent down to the surface for maintenance work, and have a 99% rate of safe return. During the Great Revolution, Commune soldiers were forced to detonate explosives in parts of Viljar's megafactories, in attempts to halt the production of weapons by the tyrannical government. These damages have since been repaired, but stigma still remains about the reliability of the machines in these sectors.
The Noerfaens have been a spacefaring race for quite a while, but have not strayed from their solar system in any large numbers as of yet, primarily due to their government history. For as long as documented history can record, the Noerfaen race had been united under one banner, ruled by an Imperial government under control of the Czetzer, with the most recent one being Rait Ruutli, a tyrannical despot bent on cruelty and oppression. The Imperial government had a stern belief in focusing on internal politics, while remaining neutral to the outside galaxy, acting as a trade hub for both sides of any major conflict. The Imperial government also saw both the Llyr Empire and the Golgothan Mandate as too large a threat for the small empire to combat, and thus saw staying uninvolved as the smarter option. This belief allowed the Imperial government to focus solely on the internal workings of Noerfaen society, which led to the small aristocratic ruling class controlling much of the wealth and resources, and an impoverished mass of overworked low-class citizens growing increasingly dissatisfied with their position in life. The Imperial government had sought to keep the Noerfaen uninvolved in galactic politics, avoiding war with the Llyr Empire, and the following Golgothan civil war, instead operating as a neutral trading hub, while also violently oppressing their own citizens. A group of Noerfaen wished to see Ruutli removed, and a more open government established, and formed the Citizen's Commune, a revolutionary group dedicated to the average citizen, with the belief that nobility and royalty should be abolished. Seeking allies for the inevitable civil war, Czetzer Ruutli sought to negotiate a peace treaty between the Outer Alliance and the Golgothans, but this ended in disaster. The Czetzer was assassinated, with the Commune taking credit, but the assailant believed by some to be a Golgothan. With the Czetzer dead, the Imperial government struggled to maintain control as the Commune grew in power and influence, and after a series of failed appeasements, a harsh civil war now known as the Great Revolution broke out. The Citizen's Commune managed to defeat the Empire, abolishing the nobility. After 2 grueling years of work, the Citizen's Commune would reform the government into the United Noerfaen Commune, expressing a firm belief in fairness across both the Noerfaen worlds, and the galaxy. This new government would soon apply for admission in the Galactic Council, and after being accepted would take to the international stage. The Commune is very outspoken against war, but has offered non-military support to the Galactic Council's security members in the fight against the Golgothan Mandate remnants, though they remain skeptical of Severis Velian's claims of peace following the defeat of the Mandate.
The primary species of the Noerfaen Commune are Noerfaen. Roughly about 1.8 meters tall for most members of the species, with an average weight of 85 kilograms, the Noerfaen are a basic bipedal, two-armed species, though their origins seem more reptilian than mammalian, With a snout-shaped face, a forked tongue, and spinal ridges that trace from the crown of their head all the way down to the end of a swishing tail. The Noerfaen have scale-textured skin, with five claw-tipped digits on their hands and feet.
The Commune is rarely a permanent home for other species, and as such there are not significant numbers of minorities. However, those that do exist, thanks to the encouraged belief in equality expressed by the Commune, are treated just the same as any other citizen, provided their documents are in order.
The Noerfaen Commune operates on a simple principle of fair treatment for all beings. Those who contribute more effort and work to society are rewarded appropriately, while those who need extra aide due to disabilities are provided with such. Mistreatment of those in need, abuse of minorities, and war for discriminatory reasons are all things the Commune openly speaks against. While they acknowledge the need for regulation of such technology, the Commune expresses concern about the current method of restricting FTL travel, seeing the potential for warp gates to be manipulated into tools of discrimination or hate.
In the Commune, actual currency is only used to barter with outside entities, such as foreign governments and businesses, visiting off-world traders, and other such cases. On the Commune worlds, all residents from the beginning of adulthood are assigned a finance account and serial number. This account houses credits given for completion of successful work tasks, and is deducted from when payment is necessary for a good or service. Those unable to work due to disability or age have credits paid to them bi-weekly, based on their previous record of task completion, or those of their caretaker/relative if they have never been able to work. Noerfaen leaving the Commune have the ability to withdraw their current credit balance as currency for one or more foreign nations.
The Noerfaen military primarily consists of ground troops and a small Navy. As the Great Revolution was a recent event, the military is primarily composed of trained revolutionary fighters, with the leadership consisting of converted officers from the old military, and as such are more suited to guerrilla warfare and skirmish tactics, both in space and on worlds. The Noerfaen have no expressed wishes for conquest, and regularly speak out against unwarranted expansionism in the international community.
OOC note: I figured, as a single solar system, they'd be a smaller nation, and possibly not even be on the map. I dunno, your call GM
Another vacant, dimly-lit warehouse, another shady deal. Nick stood facing a younger man, no older than 20 for sure, who was anxiously pacing back and forth as Nick swiped away at the screen of his black market trainer gauntlet. As he did so, he looked up at the man, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, darker than the night sky in the city. "You wanted 10 Max Potions, a pair of Full Restores, and a...Fletchinder, right?" The youth stopped pacing, and shot a look that, if it could kill, would've caused Nick to go into cardiac arrest. "Farfetch'd damnit, I said a Farfetch'd." Nick pointed a finger at the man and nodded. "Right, right. My mistake. Now, if we tally all that up, plus the cost of my partners' delivery, it adds up to about...40,000."
The youth nearly screamed as he stomped over to where Nick stood, pressing a finger into Nick's chest. "Now you listen here, you no-good, two-timing, dirty, scumbag back-room dealer of a man. I'm not paying you something that ridiculous for stuff I can get legally for half the price!" Nick chuckled as the man said this, brushing aside his finger and saying "But can you really get it legally? Let alone for half the price? I may be from out-of-town, but I'm not stupid when it comes to current events. So either you pay up, or get out. And don't you ever touch me again."
The man's face grew red with anger, and he blustered a bit before speaking in an enraged voice. "Now you listen here! This deal is off, and you can forget about ever operating here again. I've got connections, ya see? And once they hear about this, you'll be ruined, left to rot next to some dumpster with a knife in your gut!" The man tried to continue, but stopped once he noticed what Nick was doing. With a clap of his hands Nick stepped back, as out from the shadows came rushing a heavyset figure.
Butch came darting out from the shadows, bullrushing the man and kneeing him in the stomach, causing him to double over and let out a cry of pain. "You see, friend, I can't just let anyone threaten to ruin my business and walk out a free man, let alone alive. Now my partner Butch here is gonna teach you a lesson, and then we'll finish up. Butch, if you would." Butch gave a grunt of confirmation, and pulled the man up from his hunched over position, before delivering a blow to the man's face. Letting the man stumble back, Butch swung with another two punches, hitting the man's abdomen and face in quick succession. The man keeled over, falling to the ground, a spurt of blood coming coughing up from his mouth and splattering against the concrete floor of the warehouse. Butch bellowed out what sounded like a laugh, stepping up to the man and planting his foot firmly on the man's chest, grinding it in and snapping a few ribs. Walking up to the two, Nick looked down at the man, lowering his sunglasses and staring him in the eyes.
Not saying a word, Nick reached into his coat, sliding something small, dark and metallic from inside it.
KRAAAK!
The sound echoed through the warehouse, and as the smoke wafted from the end of the pistol, Nick looked down at what remained of the former customer, and spat onto it, kicking it in the side. Returning his weapon to his concealed holster, Nick pulled a pokeball from his belt. "Return, Butch. Good work." The light of Butch returning to his pokeball glowed against the dark building, before fading away. Nick picked up the spent shell casing from the ground, and stepped towards the exit of the warehouse. Walking out into the city streets, Nick headed for his hotel room, planning to call it a day.
Just here for a bit of roleplay occasionally. I have an odd schedule, so please don't get too upset if I disappear. I'll do my best to let you know beforehand, though.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Just here for a bit of roleplay occasionally. I have an odd schedule, so please don't get too upset if I disappear. I'll do my best to let you know beforehand, though.</div>
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