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<Snipped quote by Monkeypants>
GM!!! This is a timeline dilemma! This is from your story! What'll happen!
Since the infrastructure and people of The Philippines were taken from its timeline and put into this one, if the US had a military base there in the new timeline it would still have one, if not it would not. With the interpretation that it is just the land and not the ocean that was transported (which is what I'm rolling with, Queen Raidne can contradict me if necessary), if there was a fleet it would still be there, it just wouldn't have a friendly port anymore.
The arrival of school is probably going to massively improve my posting schedule as well, since I can fit a post in an hour of free time but not so much a game of CiV or CK2.
-Planet Edocea, Gakk System, Noviran Socialist Union-
Colonel Matarahi, waiting patiently for a minute, received a message in reply, astonishingly enough in the Catopian language, confirming the idea that they had some sort of universal translation software.
"Premier?" Sahria looked up from the papers on her desk and straightened her glasses. "Yes, have they responded? What do they say?"
The Colonel read it out to her, tripping slightly on the alien name.
"Those requests seem reasonable. I want you to meet the diplomat in orbit, and to attempt to cultivate positive relations. That they are a democracy speaks well for them, though it is not necessarily a guarantor of peacefulness. Please inform me as the situation develops, and especially if they prove to be hostile."
"Very well, Premier. Thank you for this opportunity."
The Premier nodded, and terminated the video feed.
The Colonel composed a reply, which read:
With that, the Colonel departed the command center and rode the space elevator up to orbit.
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We greet you Noviran Socialist Union. We, the Fay'Ran Jik Democracies, extend our thanks. We have been separated from our fleet due to problems with our FTL drives. We ask you to let us escort a ship carrying a diplomat to talk about future relations between our people. We also ask to allow us for two armed guards to escort said diplomat as we have had problems with other species in the past. To the bonds of our countries!
Colonel Matarahi, waiting patiently for a minute, received a message in reply, astonishingly enough in the Catopian language, confirming the idea that they had some sort of universal translation software.
"Premier?" Sahria looked up from the papers on her desk and straightened her glasses. "Yes, have they responded? What do they say?"
The Colonel read it out to her, tripping slightly on the alien name.
"Those requests seem reasonable. I want you to meet the diplomat in orbit, and to attempt to cultivate positive relations. That they are a democracy speaks well for them, though it is not necessarily a guarantor of peacefulness. Please inform me as the situation develops, and especially if they prove to be hostile."
"Very well, Premier. Thank you for this opportunity."
The Premier nodded, and terminated the video feed.
The Colonel composed a reply, which read:
With that, the Colonel departed the command center and rode the space elevator up to orbit.
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-Volodyna, The People's Republic of Kataylabinsk-
The cold arctic waters that splashed against the shore of the city of Volodyna rather amusingly weren't much of a change for its residents, as one of the most northern cities in the PRK. It's said that many people didn't even notice the change until they turned on their radios, since events move slowly this far north. The faintest sounds of artillery could be heard in the West, as PRK forces who were accustomed to peace were suddenly reacting to the invading forces of a country known as "Suomi" which appeared to be little more than a satellite of the great Deutscheland now threatening their western heartland.
Against this familiar yet strange backdrop, Colonel Yelisey Shulga, commissar of the Far Northwestern Military District, met with the representatives of the first foreign nation of this new world. A soldier on each side held aloft the flag of the People's Republic, and four additional soldiers on each side with their rifles' barrels resting on their shoulders in a sign of respect. The colonel's uniform bore some decoration, but the ordinary soldier's uniforms were quite ordinary. A diplomat of the Foreign Commissar's office stood behind the Colonel.
The first thing that struck Shulga about the crew of this ship of the Teutonic Order, in contrast to their own dress, was the decoration and ceremoniality. The PRK's military was quite utilitarian by contrast, preferring a low-key appearance. He nodded when Captain Hock approached, and agreed. "Indeed, we do. I am Colonel Shulga of the Kataylan Armed Forces, and this is diplomatic representative Minin. Would you care to follow us inside so that we may talk securely?"
When they had arrived inside the nearby building, there was a simple wooden table with chairs and a fire prepared. Cups of coffee rested on the table, steaming. When they had settled, the Colonel spoke again. "As far as we can tell, this event has affected the world. Radio reports from our eastern and southern borders speak of displaced forces, nations, and confusion appears to reign. So it appears that we are not alone. Nothing appears to be coming from the west, besides the occasional chatter in what appears to be your language and coded military transmissions. So needless to say our government is very... confused about the current situation. Do you know any more about it, or are you as clueless as we are? And does your nation even appear to exist in this world?"
The cold arctic waters that splashed against the shore of the city of Volodyna rather amusingly weren't much of a change for its residents, as one of the most northern cities in the PRK. It's said that many people didn't even notice the change until they turned on their radios, since events move slowly this far north. The faintest sounds of artillery could be heard in the West, as PRK forces who were accustomed to peace were suddenly reacting to the invading forces of a country known as "Suomi" which appeared to be little more than a satellite of the great Deutscheland now threatening their western heartland.
Against this familiar yet strange backdrop, Colonel Yelisey Shulga, commissar of the Far Northwestern Military District, met with the representatives of the first foreign nation of this new world. A soldier on each side held aloft the flag of the People's Republic, and four additional soldiers on each side with their rifles' barrels resting on their shoulders in a sign of respect. The colonel's uniform bore some decoration, but the ordinary soldier's uniforms were quite ordinary. A diplomat of the Foreign Commissar's office stood behind the Colonel.
The first thing that struck Shulga about the crew of this ship of the Teutonic Order, in contrast to their own dress, was the decoration and ceremoniality. The PRK's military was quite utilitarian by contrast, preferring a low-key appearance. He nodded when Captain Hock approached, and agreed. "Indeed, we do. I am Colonel Shulga of the Kataylan Armed Forces, and this is diplomatic representative Minin. Would you care to follow us inside so that we may talk securely?"
When they had arrived inside the nearby building, there was a simple wooden table with chairs and a fire prepared. Cups of coffee rested on the table, steaming. When they had settled, the Colonel spoke again. "As far as we can tell, this event has affected the world. Radio reports from our eastern and southern borders speak of displaced forces, nations, and confusion appears to reign. So it appears that we are not alone. Nothing appears to be coming from the west, besides the occasional chatter in what appears to be your language and coded military transmissions. So needless to say our government is very... confused about the current situation. Do you know any more about it, or are you as clueless as we are? And does your nation even appear to exist in this world?"
Lots of activity in the east it seems.
@Mihndar, Posted my arrival and eagerly await your response.
Duly noted.
I'll write a post up fairly soon.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
This is why I said we should have left the RP open until all space was taken. And there was plenty of it left without overwriting old players.
@Mihndar The stealing of Mongolia is still all cool right?
Anyway, now to wait and see if my app gets accepted.
I've said it twice now, but yes
Your threats hold no power over me, you would wage war in a war-torn world with no proper casus belli? Branding yourself as warmongers before the eyes of the world and losing political credibility? Why would a country run by an anti-Islamic government declare war on Scandinavia, a predominantly christian nation anyway. I can safely say that before 2050, any such proposals of becoming a protectorate will have been refused.
We just would have to fabricate a claim, it only takes one year after all~ (EU4 jokes galore)
In all seriousness, universal human liberation from the chains of capitalist oppression has always been our casus belli. The Revolution is the only moral justification we need. Workers of Scandinavia unite and tear down your government (or we'll do it for you), you have nothing to lose but your chains!
Also, branding ourselves warmongers before the eyes of the world is kinda our thing.
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