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Post by unitedmartians on Nov 28, 2013 11:47:38 GMT
It was early in the morning when the first colonists from the Democratic Empire of United Martains moved in to their new home, a small camp known as "New Took" Governor Jel'greg Nrog-cak began to order the construction of buildings. He sat in his command tent, with his closest advisor around him. "I want soldiers guarding the border of our claim, and slowly expanding. I plan to build a second town next to the lake as soon as New Took is set up. I want an envoy to the natives, to secure their support, and I want a mining operation near the gold. Make it happen." He looked over the map again. His intel was limited, but he knew that out there, other nations were already establishing colonies here as well. He just hoped it wouldn't come to any trouble.
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Post by rimmy on Nov 28, 2013 12:07:50 GMT
"Eh, I be off to the hunt, ye can be doin' the colonizin'" Hemet Nesingwary shouted from his Dropbear as he took off, leaning out the side with his rifle.
The Council shakes their heads and quickly begin to address the crowd before them.
"Right, before Hemet returns from his hu- Scouting mission, we need to set this colony up. Dropbears, begin to lift the pre-fabs in. We need shelter soon. Farmers, start gathering that wild wheat, and begin clearing out some forest. We need some farms as soon as possible."
The Dropbears turned and began to release the cables, letting the buildings slam into the ground. The farmers gathered their tools and leapt into the cars, driving to their stations as the morning sun began to beat down on them.
"Fishers, push the boats out! I want you to make sure there is some edible fish in this cove. If you don't find any, pull back in and we'll send out the trawler. That'll head out to the open sea and get us something to eat tonight."
The boats rumbled and spluttered, being started for the first time since the trip to Mars. They pushed off the deck, the fishermen forming an impressive fleet, only dwarfed by the Destroyer in the bay, and it dwarfed by the Aircraft carrier which was currently land Lightnings on.
"Martians, I know you are new, but thankfully you have chosen to bend your knee. If you want to help with the hunters or farmers, you may go. Otherwise, report to the military or the factories. They have need of you!"
"And of course, our prized military. We need to deploy the Dingo's, and have them on large roaming missions. I need a force of Kangaroo's with a detachment of soldiers asap, as we have spotted some other colonies upon landing. You may call upon a Dropbear if need be. Dismissed!"
A cheer launches up from the remaining colonists. For the glory of the Empire, Nudonia will reign.
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The Councillor of Relations sat down at his desk, and began the transmission.
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I am Councillor Grath Davidson, of the Glorious Empire of Nudonia. We are a Colony Class 3, recently deployed. We are broadcasting this on global.
If you hear this, we are currently scanning this continent. We have detected many thing, among other colonies. We request a meeting or a summit of the leaders of said colonies. Our scans have turned up radio-active material, and in interest of preventing the same mistakes on earth and in the interest of the Martian's themselves, we need to form a temporary council.
If you are receiving this, ping back and send coordinates for a possible meeting or summit place.
Glory to Nudonia.
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To sum it up:
I am checking for fish in the cove. I have formed a group of 20 Kangaroo Transports with 50 soldiers and 2 Dropbears. I have sent the rest of my army to the edges and borders of my land. I have broadcasted that message. I have sent Hemet Nesingwary towards the top-left island.
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Post by Unfallious on Nov 28, 2013 16:15:11 GMT
Gerogea Command Gerogea Mars Colony advisor Valdok Corsov is sitting in his command tent waiting for the transmission to begin. Suddenly, the TV flickers into life an a shadowed figure appears. Corsov: Colony Advisor Valdock Corsov reporting, sir! Commander: Good evening, Valdock, what's the status? Corsov: All systems are functional, we have contact with defensive frigate Giravious. We have begun construction on the island. Commander: Ah, marvellous. Unfortunately I couldn't join you, but Unfallious would be nothing without its commander. Have you done a resource scan? Corsov: Yes sir, we've found large deposits of natural gas, enough for a few years, but we have found no fuel sources and are left with just the fuel the Giravious brought, which is just about enough to have 20 defensive tanks and all the construction vehicles running. Commander: That could be problematic. Good thing we enacted project Delta6. How is progress on it? Corsov: We're having some breakthroughs, but it's going to take some time. Commander: Well, you have plenty of time. Get on it. I'll be wanting another status report tomorrow. Commander out. Corsov salutes as the transmission ends. ---------------------------------------------------- 2 hours pass ----------------------------------------------------A soldier runs in carrying a piece of paper. He salutes Corsov and informs him about the transmission from the other colony.
Corsov: Continent scans....Summits...We're on strict orders to continue our isolation policy. Do not reply to the telegram, lets hope they assume we're some anomaly or Martian tribe. Make sure the Giravious is operating on full stealth.
The soldier salutes and leaves the tent.
Corsov (To himself): Ah great, just what we bloody need, colonial diplomats.
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Post by jaslandia on Nov 28, 2013 16:54:44 GMT
After being dropped off by a Jaslandian spaceship, the fleet chugged towards its destination: a large bay on the southern end of the western island. After hitting the shore and unloading at a makeshift dock, the new Royal Governor and the colony's military commander, Major General Arnold McDalk, stepped onto the Martian surface. A soldier handed Governor William Truman a flag.
"I hereby proclaim this land in the name of Michael II, King of Jaslandia and the Seven Provinces," Truman proclaimed. He then slammed the flag into the ground. Truman smiled at his new land, and nodded. He then turned toward General McDalk. "Arnold," Truman said. "I'll be right back. I just need to send a progress report back to Jaslandia, and send out a team of 4 diplomats to make contact with our neighbors. I trust you can oversee the building of our new colony."
"Yes sir," the General replied. The Governor then stepped back inside the battleship, the JMS Serpent, to take care of business.
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Post by vladovaskia on Nov 28, 2013 20:25:46 GMT
The KentralVladovastok Command CentreSoldier: Sergeant Wozniak, we've received orders to drop down.
Sergeant Wozniak: Alright boys, drop'er down. Lower the ropes, settle the boosters, and let's land a soft one. I want the colony set up immediately. Get the auto-buildings out there. Establish a secure border. We've already established our borders with the international community, but we're going to need more than salt and wheat if we're to sustain ourselves out here. Send out some fishing boats with armed protection into the Bay of Citadel. That'll get us a bit of meat. And send some guards and scouts out West around the Russian Federations land to lay claim to that iron and coal out yonder. This should establish us for now, boys. Remember, this if for the good of the fatherland.
Soldier: Aye, sir.
(http://imgur.com/VJjwxVU) (new yellow area with darkened border is what I'm laying claim to)
Several hours later
Intelligence Officer: Sir, we've got reports of multiple other colonies establishing themselves, and one of them has sent us a message. They wish to establish a "Council" of sorts.
Sergeant Wozniak: Very well, then. I don't see why we can't make friends on our new planet. Reply to them with:
To: Councillor Grath Davidson,The Vladovastok Colony agrees to meet with you for a summit of our fellow leaders. We are willing to trade and exchange in peaceful affairs, but do be warned. If this turns to be a trick or some sort of ambush, we are a powerful militaristic nation and the next you hear from us will be from the barrel of a gun. We will be sending one of our Foreign Affairs chair holders, Jon, to be meeting with you. Please broadcast the time and location at which you would like to meet once multiple colonies have agreed to the summit.Formally, Sergeant Wilshank Wozniak-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Actions Performed: Established colony Laid claim and sent out fisherman w/ guards to the fish resource outside of Citadel Laid claim to the highlighted area (refer to map) and sent out guards to protect it Agreed to a summit request by Nudonia
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Post by rimmy on Nov 28, 2013 20:45:13 GMT
OOC: Kind of waiting on the GM for other actions, so this post will just be about messages.
IC:
Radio Operator: Councillor, are you on this frequency? Councillor Grath Davidson: Yes, what is it? I'm overseeing the Echo team. Radio Operator: We've had one response from a colony by the name of Vladovastok. They wish to hold the summit, but... included some... threats, to back them up. Councillor Grath Davidson: Just as to be expected. Worry not, Echo is more than enough to defend us if they are aggressive. Send out a looping broadcast, and this time add the fact that the Vladovastok Colony is agreeing to the summit. It should sway the rest. Radio Operator: Aye, Councillor. Just as a note, I have not heard back from Sir Hemet yet. Should we be worried? Councillor Grath Davidson: He's probably getting drunk and hunting as per usual. Scouting mission my arse... Ah, but wait! Add a place where we can meet. The Martian tribe on the East Coast of the Western Land, they should be... accommodating. Radio Operator: Aye, Councillor.
Note: Cannot currently post picture as in a bit of a rush, might try later.
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Post by Autumnia on Nov 29, 2013 0:20:35 GMT
Meanwhile in Autumnia
Minister Plato: We need to get set up and secure some borders so move. NOW!!! A while laterSoldier: Minister Plato, Sir. we have come across some resources would you like the list. Minister Plato: of course I do, what have we secured? Soldier: To the south we have found some iron reserves and to the north we have found a lake, we secured the island in the center and have started wheat production we will have to wait a week before fertilizers and such come in. Until then we can make do on rations. We have spread me n over our boarders and are stating to expand, mostly to the east but a little the west before we had sightings from scouts of Nudonia. we're awaiting orders from you to make peace with them. Minister Plato: A while back we received a transmission of some form from Nudonia asking us attending a summit. Organize me a squad to meet there ministers to agree on territory and make peace with them. Soldier: We just received news of people on the opposite side of the lake, we believe they are friendly but you may have to meet and discuss peace with them as well. Minister Plato: Organize them now so we can get this bloody colony set up!!!
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Post by Autumnia on Nov 29, 2013 0:25:45 GMT
New resources found: Friendly Martian tribe Gas
Awaiting for GM to tell me otherwise.
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Post by rimmy on Nov 29, 2013 0:56:28 GMT
The sun was high in the sky when the Commander caught sight of the Autumnians. His Dingo rolled to a stop, the hard-point machine-gun adjusting it's aim. As the scouts grew closer and closer, he called the other Dingos into formation. 4 Dingos were the first sighting that Autumnia had of the Nudonian's. Commander Leroy Jenkins Trevor Hanter dismounted and stood in front of his formation.
As the Autumnian's pulled up, the Commander approached and stuck his hand out to the closest soldier. The Dingos training their guns on the scouts gave him a sense of security.
"I'm Commander Trevor Hanter of the 3rd Colonizing Brigade. I am here to scout out for the new colony, and to establish relations. If you are not hostile, we would be happy to extend an offer. We are running a summit at the friendly Martian tribe to the East of here. If you are willing, we would like you to be there. The summit will be happening tomorrow morning (OOC: Hopefully tonight/3-10 hours from now), and it is in the interests of all the colonies to be there."
Trevor held his hand, waiting for the soldier to shake his.
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The broadcast has been changed.
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Bethra Del Ma
Gurand Del Ma
Sacred Ungruance has been dealt
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Vox Comms Status: Active
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I am Councillor Grath Davidson, of the Glorious Empire of Nudonia. We are a Colony Class 3, recently deployed. We are broadcasting this on global.
If you hear this, we are currently scanning this continent. We have detected many thing, among other colonies. We request a meeting or a summit of the leaders of said colonies. Our scans have turned up radio-active material, and in interest of preventing the same mistakes on earth and in the interest of the Martian's themselves, we need to form a temporary council.
The Vladovastok Colony has already decided to go, and the newly found Autumnia would be likely to do so too.
If you are receiving this, ping back. We have decided to make the tribe of Martian's on the East Coast of the Western Land the meeting place of the summit. It will be happening tomorrow morning, and if you are not there, your vote on matters and affairs will not count. I repeat, if you do not arrive at the summit, the leaders who do will decide upon any sanctions, laws, rules or requests necessary.
Glory to Nudonia.
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Post by Autumnia on Nov 29, 2013 1:15:43 GMT
As Trevor offers a sign of gratitude the head scout Bailey is very hesitant and tells his scouts to send a quick transmission to confirm his suspicions. 10 seconds later they receive transmission proving Baileys suspicious as false and that these people did mean peace. After waiting half a minute Bailey finally shakes Trevor's hand and discusses the coalition of Nudonia and Autumnia.
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The place that has been requested for the summit belongs to Autumnia we are willing to hold the summit though. We will supply bread. The friendly martian has been informed of your arrivals. Contact if any changes are needed.
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Post by rimmy on Nov 29, 2013 1:32:50 GMT
Trevor hesitates as the soldier awkwardly turned and started to radio. He felt himself reaching for his sidearm when suddenly the soldier turned back and announced that it was all clear. He smiled and shook his hand, and began to discuss terms. After the discussion was complete, he saddled up and began to drive up into the mountains, he's eyes lighting up more and more as he got closer to the scans. He reached the hill and found it. A single little cave, leading to a sparkle. Gold. He radioed back in, setting up camp. Through the day, he noticed the scouts from Autumnia shouting in joy as they found their own resources. He relaxed with his scouts and waited for the Wombats to arrive. ----------------- In the rest of the Colony: A large detachment of soldiers 2,000 strong, supported by 100 tanks and 200 Kangaroos set up a series of outposts along the land, barricading the Martian tribe into the plateau. Any Martians that emerged and were hostile would be shot, any who were friendly would be taken into custody. A smaller scouting force lead a colonizing team down south, to loop around and surround the cove. The scouts went ahead, checking for supplies, resources and land, whilst the colonists held back, slowly deploying pre-fab out-posts and way-stations. And Hemet is still gone, searching and hunting on the top-left island.
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Post by vladovaskia on Nov 29, 2013 1:51:55 GMT
Midnight AwakeningSergeant's Room, Citadel, 12 AMSoldier: Sir, we've received word that the Autumnians will be joining us at the meeting tomorrow. Also we've received word of when and where this will be taking place. Your orders, sir?Sergeant Wozniak: Ehhh. What time is it, boy? Nationalist imperialism? What? Just take over these two little peninsulas and give us a good scouting of tomorrow's meeting place, k?Soldier: Umm. Yes sir. We've received word of a Martian tribe on one of these peninsulas. What should we do with them?Sergeant: If they're friendly go ahead an' talk to'em. I'm not much in the mood for genocide of a tribal people right now. And what about our resources? How are they managing?Soldier: The wheat farms are in full production, meaning we have a steady supply of food for the majority of our people. Rations are loose, but they're needed to keep us sustained for our population. The salt mines will be ready within the hour, and they'll provide us with some good treats. Our new coal mines are being explored as we speak. We were planning on waiting until the summit to start using them. We received plans from home that they might want to keep this place in a prime ecological state. The iron is currently being excavated and dug out, we could use it for back-up weaponry and help with some of the metalwork around this place.Sergeant: Good. Good. Keep production in full swing. I want to take these few more resources to provide us with a stable supply chain. The gas will give us clean energy if these tree-huggers back home, and probably at this summit, deem it inappropriate to use the coal. Also the tribe'll give us a good feel of the land and how to act around here. Dismissed.(http://imgur.com/NJSHpRj)OOC: I feel this is a bit OP, so if Martains feels the need to reign me back on this one I understand.
Martian Tribe, 1 AM
Scout: There they are, boys. Martians. What in the hell kind of things are those?
Jon (Foreign Affairs Diplomat): Stand back. I'll handle the talking.
*Jon walks from the transport vehicle over to the tribe elder.*
Jon: Greetings! Do you speak English? We hail from Vladovaskia, on planet Earth.
Elder: Yes I speak English. We have seen your kind here before. What business do you have on Mars, human?
Jon: Well, ehh. Colonisation, my good sir.
Elder: And you think that's a good thing? Haven't your people had enough experience with colonizing other's lands?
Jon: Well, when you put it that way it sounds bad. We come not to take over all your lands, but to bring new ideas, new people, and new cultures. Your fine planet has plenty of open, unclaimed space. You're a tribal people, we were once a tribal people. We understand the hate for imperialism and colonies. But, whether you like it or not other Earth nations are on your planet now, and I'm not so sure if they'll understand the tribal lifestyle. We'll make you a deal. We establish a few bases of operation around your planet, this area having one of them, and we share the resources with your people, and help you defend against the other Earth nations. In return, we get to stay, get our portion of the resources, and you help us adapt to this new land. You'll be free to roam as you please, live by your laws as you please, as long as it doesn't harm our citizens, and do in all as you please. Deal?
*Jon extended his hand in the Earthly gesture. The Elder looked at Jon, noting the immense power this man wielded, but also the possibilities that he was bringing to the tribe. The Elder shook Jon's hand in agreement, then followed with the Martian gesture of licking Jon's inner left nostril.*
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Post by Unfallious on Nov 29, 2013 1:57:46 GMT
Internal telegram Priority: Critical Recipient: Corsov Sender: $GJDIGGHFV:KB22:4$
The colonies are being assessed to determine threat and technology levels. Scouts are watching the borders of all major colonies. The Summit location has been assessed and surveillance has been established in preparation for the Summit. Our systems report that currently the other colonies are not aware of the presence of the Unfallious colony. We'll be in touch
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Post by jaslandia on Nov 29, 2013 3:11:53 GMT
Governor Truman is at his desk, filling out paperwork, when a secretary walks over ti him. "Governor," the secretary says. "I just received a message from the colonial government of Nudonia. It says something about a Council." "Give me that," the Governor orders as the secretary hands him the message. Truman nods. "I'll respond right away," Truman says. To: Nudonia From: Royal Governor William Truman, Jaslandian Mars Colony
To whom it may concern,
I thank you for this invitation. I will attend this Council at the designated location, as I believe unity is essential not only to ensure that the native Martians are well treated, but to minimize or eliminate war and conflict over resources. I will attend the Council.
Signed, William TrumanAfter William finishes the message, he sends it as a telegram.
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Post by rimmy on Nov 29, 2013 3:42:39 GMT
Big Sky: Outsmouth, this is Big Sky, passengers are loaded and ready. ATC: Big Sky, that's great, it's about time. The Thunder is already loaded and in holding. Big Sky: Roger that, linking up. ATC: Good luck. The Dropbear and Thunder turned and rocketed towards the island between the continents. They needed to secure this if they were to watch for sea threats during the summit. In the Thunder were several pilots and gunners, along with an engineer and a radio operator. In the Dropbear was the pilot and gunner, along with 14 soldiers, 4 Combat Engineers and 2 Scouts. They were flying to the small island with tents and food for a few days, hoping to secure it and hold it against threats. If they could, they could make sure none of sea nations could assault or try to attack the summit. It would be blamed on Nudonia, and that couldn't happen. As they landed, the Dropbear's engines flared and the Thunder splashed into the water. They dismounted and began to search the island. The Sergeant hoped this island wasn't owned by another nation. The rest of the soldiers muttered silently until one shouted. All of them raised their weapons and hit the deck, except for one. The one that had shouted pointed to a rock. Hemanite. The ore of iron. Some soldiers laughed, whilst others punched the shouter in the back. The Sergeant turned and radioed in what they had found, but warned at this time, they couldn't secure it. The men settled into their camps as the scouts keep lookout. --------------------------- The Councillor of Relations smiled as he received the message. Another one to meet at the summit. Hopefully they could secure this land before chaos broke out, especially the kind of chaos that would leave this fresh land polluted. He began to pack up, bring all of his Vox equipment with him, mounting his Kangaroo. The Echo Team followed him, heading out to secure the site of the summit. 19 Kangaroos and 2 Dropbears flanked his Kangaroo, holding 50 soldiers and the Combat Engineers to man them. They were ready for anything. OOC: Just a note Jaslandia, if you want to meet with diplomats, send them to the summit site early. That just means that we are all in one place for RP, so that we can actually get it started. Otherwise I'll have to RP you at my colony, and then just repeat it at the summit. Here's a quick map:
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