Yes, very important. I imagine a lot of it is self explanatory/ingrained into human nature, but some finer points will take some time to relearn. Interesting story potential. Logistics especially will be hard.
modern warfare is extremely complex. Command and control, logistics, military formations, etc, are all apart of conducting large-scale military operations. But at this stage, warfare is nothing more than raiding and extremely small skirmishes.
it seems our cast has dropped a bit- Whoami's let me know that she's doing some service related stuff for a month or so. So it'll be down to the 3 of us without some extra blood. Do you guys mind waiting for some new interest, or would you like to get started sooner rather than later?
RACE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Here’s the wikipedia about the human body. POPULATION: [???] RACE BEHAVIOUR: I don’t think I need to explain human sociology and psychology.
The administration office, the only one of its kind, is a small clean, and white room. Maintenance is not too hard. The only thing that commonly needs to be cleaned up is the dust. Second is the paint but a reprint only needs to be done from year to year. Inside the office is a big round desk with twenty chairs, representing the whole staff team of twenty people. To the sides of the room, there are smaller desks that only host one or two chairs. Scattered about the room are cabinet drawers of different shapes and sizes, storing various vital documents and paperwork. Today, only Wagner and Ottilia Vogel are in the office. Everyone else is asleep.
“How long will they live for?” Wagner asks with a concerned look. On the table, the big round desk, are maps, showcasing predicted and actual radiation levels within the city of Merkopa on the surface. These maps were the former property of the Lespia government before its collapse. Now, these maps serve different people but have the same purpose. Ottilia leans over the table, studying the charts, tables, and geographical features on these maps.
“Some will not make it by their mid or late twenties. Some will. Some will make it to their thirties, but most will be in critical health by their mid-forties. Most of these areas are category three-levels of radiation. Leukemia and thyroid cancers can appear in little as five years after constant exposure. Other types of cancer will take a few decades to develop. Either way, their lives will be cut down heavily,” Ottilia notes, leaning away from her study of the maps.
Wagner nods, taking in the realization. The men and women that Wagner plans to send out to the greater depths of the Merkopa surface will suffer without a doubt. What is more, Wagner does not have much of a choice in the matter. People need food. All that the Chairperson could do is to award honor and titles to the inflicted. “What about the blue fungus?” Wagner inquires.
“I recommend that we tell them to avoid the fungus at all costs. We can’t handle a big outbreak right now. As a safety measure, we will have to quarantine them every time that they come back,” Ottilia suggests to the Chairperson, giving off her utmost advice as a medical expert.
“Can protective gear help offset the radiation?” Wagner wonders, hoping to extend the lives of the scavs. He then stands up and heads over to one of the cabinets, taking out another map, but this one detailed different old storage areas for supply for the long-gone Lespia government in the metro.
“It will, but it won’t stop their deaths from cancers and other complexities from radiation,” Ottilia says as she stares at the map that Wagner just pulled out.
“I’m not gonna just send our scavengers without preparations,” Wagner points to one of the storage holds with an ionizing radiation symbol. “These places have, or had vital protective gear and devices. We need to find some Geiger counters and radiation-protected hazmat suits.”
“You think that these storage units were not looted yet?” Ottilia questions.
“Thirty scavengers will both search the storage units and local area for the supply. It's the best chance we got. Nowhere else does such sophisticated items exist,” Wagner details.
“I trust your judgment...I'm gonna go to sleep now. You should too,” Ottilia suggests as she heads towards the exit.
“I’ll stay here and study the maps a bit more,” Wagner says as he gets comfortable with his seating.
“Godspeed, comrade,” Ottilia states to the chairperson.
30 scavengers go find radiation-protective gear and devices in the metro.
The Volkskammer, or People's Chamber, is the unicameral legislature of the Merkopa Demokratische Republik. It appoints the Council of the State, the Council of Ministers, and the National Defence Council. The president of the Volkskammer is the third-highest position in the government, followed behind the chairperson of the Council of the State and finally the chairperson of the Council of Ministers. These are the fine details of a functioning government, but the MDR is not exactly a government at this point. The socialist republic only had some four hundred citizens in total. The MDR is less of a government and more of a town-community. Most of the positions in the MDR are merely honorary and holds no real power since their functions were not needed. The only governmental entity that matters is the Volkskammer, and that is just a fancier way to say community meeting.
Today is the hundredth session of the People's Chamber. The topics planned to be in the discussion are very mundane things of life. People quickly shuffle into the area, a large inter-section leading to other parts of the station, and take their seats on the floor. A large circle is created and Vorsitzender, or chairperson, Berend Wagner walks into the middle of the circle. Berend Wagner is no longer within his prime, appearing a bit uncanny in appearance, but he is still very respected within the community as a leader and organizer. He yells, his voice echoing throughout the metro-system. “Thank you all for coming to the hundredth session. Today, we have a few matters that need to be looked over. First among them is the major-gas-leak close to the housing area at sections of B-two. Johannes Dieckmann, can you please stand and address the current issue to the people?”
Johannes, an average-looking man, gets up and walks himself into the circle with Berend. He speaks. “As you’re aware, there is a gas-leak in B-two. My team and I have managed to stop the leakage, but we will be forced to clear out the gas in order to prevent any future health issues that might arise from it. People will have to be moved out shortly and A-one, at the sixteenth street of Jfaef, might be a bit overcrowded for the meanwhile. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience that this event might bring. Thank you and as a long-note. Please don’t go near the marketed areas at the intersections of the thirteenth street at N-two and fourteenth way at the eating hall. The beam structures are currently undergoing repairs,” Johannes ends and quickly fast walks back into the crowd and sits down.
“Next, we have an issue with the water-system at the twenty-first street. Günther Maleuda, can you please stand up and address the public?” And so goes on the hundredth session. This is a very important event in the lives of people in the MDR, but it is nothing overly exciting. The mundane side of life is discussed, problems are addressed, people voice new issues and concerns, debates come and go, new changes are announced, etc, etc. Long hours are common and once everything is done, people go back and absorb what they heard. Life continues in the harsh metro.
History : The old world is no longer. It has been devastated, murdered, by the hells of nuclear war. No one knows who shot first, or how it all went down but it does not matter now. Lespia, once a world power, is reduced to a nuclear hellscape. Ninety-eight percent of the population vaporized in a matter of seconds as the bombs landed. Whatever remains of humanity in Lespia retreated into deep metros and tunnel ways, where the effects and devastation of thermonuclear bombs were felt the least. Hopes of a happy ending, where humanity would reach the stars and master the stars themselves was dashed as the worst of humanity was brought to reality in the Lespia Tragedy.
The husk of Merkopa is a terror to see - a nightmare came true. All but the strongest of buildings were utterly destroyed in the nuclear shockwave. For the buildings that have withstood the bombs, they stand tall in the midst of ruins, reminders of an old Lespia. These surviving buildings are decayed and worn, filled with corpses.
In the ruins of Merkopa, there are many groups and factions. One of them is the Merkopa Demokratische Republik (MDR). A grand and proper name for a nation, but it is nothing but a name. The MDR, like any other small-time government/faction, are just a couple of thousands of people living the brutal hell of the Merkopa ruins. Rations, death, starvation, raids, wars, and what else is the reality facing the people in the Merkopa and anyone else in the city.
The origins of the MDR dates back to the first year after the bombs fell. The remnants of central authority, the Lespia government in central Merkopa, quickly lost its influence into its six months of rule due to increasing hardship from the onsetting nuclear winter and the isolated nature of their governmental body. Factionalism soon replaced what remains of the whole of Lespia. In the southern part of Merkopa, where the MDR was born, there was a deep-relationship with Gerlachism (the equivalent of Marxism) in the area. In Lespia history, it hosted the largest labor unions and was ground-zero for major socioeconomic and political events. Not surprisingly, the area gave away to socialist ideology, with most leaders being former labor organizers and union leaders.
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