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Snoodum wrote:

Corporal Hindsig's men moved the crate of food and drink into the patrol boat. He commed God-Emperor Snudgeskooge. 'Great Divine Majesty, it appears these men want to come to shore. They've given us some food and drink. You were right about the language barrier though. They made no indication of understanding what I was saying.'

'Well done Corpporal, bring the men ashore. I'll have an appropriate room made for them to stay in. You've done a good job.

The Corporal commed his men, informing them they would be escorting the ship and her crew back to Snoodum. He then turned to the foreign commander, pointing at him then at Snoodum. He repeated the action, hoping in the universality of a nod and a smile. He ordered the patrol boats pulled away, giving the much larger vessel room to pass.

The Mzeusian captain was relieved as the food and drink was received, although he found it a little rude that the strangers had not eaten or drank any of it. He reminded himself that they were foreigners, and could not be expected to know of Mzeusian customs.

When the man representing them had pointed over to Snoodum with a friendly manner, the captain smiled back. Not entirely sure that he had gotten the right message, he ordered the rowers to begin rowing slowly. The wind was no longer on their side, but the well-trained Mzeusians could bring the ship up to impressive speeds if need be. When the movement of the ship was not opposed, the order was given for the rowers to quicken their pace into a normal rhythm.

"What if this is a trap?" a nervous soldier said, approaching the captain.

"Then we remember who we are, and we fight, just as we would do with anyone else. These men may be strange in their speech, dress and customs, but that doesn't mean that they do not bleed just like us."

As the Mzeusian vessel cut through the waters, the skyline of the shore began to appear with more clarity. The Mzeusians gaped at the tall buildings and odd structures they saw, and the captain once again had to reassure his men. "These may be the works of giants, but have you forgotten our own structures? Do you also not tremble at the sight of the Temple of Desonikas, or the tomb of Serankles Hyrasa? Do you marvel at the buildings in which the king himself resides?"

There was a mumbling of ascent around the ship. "Very well then," the captain replied. "We can do all that they can. Just let me speak for us, keep your wits about you, and do not entertain any ideas of stupidity. We will make a sacrifice to the gods when we land, and then we have done all that we can."

The words calmed a few of the men, although there was a clear sense of apprehension in the air. The Captain steeled himself against the worry, reminding himself of how majestic the warship looked. "We are warriors, do not let yourself forget that, nor the values that come with our noble profession." he said, the ship sailing ever closer to the shore.

Loftegen 2 and Leonism

Congrats Snoodum and Mzeusia for a very intriguing story so far!

Leonism wrote:Congrats Snoodum and Mzeusia for a very intriguing story so far!

Cheers!

Loftegen 2

Just a heads up that this is Valentine Z here, and I'm probably bringing Nexitros Stratuss into TNP for RPs, while this nation will now be here to talk to you guys. :3

Cheerio!

Hey Everybody Here Is Clarissa wrote:Just a heads up that this is Valentine Z here, and I'm probably bringing Nexitros Stratuss into TNP for RPs, while this nation will now be here to talk to you guys. :3

Cheerio!

Greetings!

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

Mzeusia wrote:

The Mzeusian captain was relieved as the food and drink was received, although he found it a little rude that the strangers had not eaten or drank any of it. He reminded himself that they were foreigners, and could not be expected to know of Mzeusian customs.

When the man representing them had pointed over to Snoodum with a friendly manner, the captain smiled back. Not entirely sure that he had gotten the right message, he ordered the rowers to begin rowing slowly. The wind was no longer on their side, but the well-trained Mzeusians could bring the ship up to impressive speeds if need be. When the movement of the ship was no opposed, the order was given for the rowers to quicken their pace into a normal rhythm.

"What if this is a trap?" a nervous soldier said, approaching the captain.

"Then we remember who we are, and we fight, just as we would do with anyone else. These men may be strange in their speech, dress and customs, but that doesn't mean that they do not bleed just like us."

As the Mzeusian vessel cut through the waters, the skyline of the shore began to appear with more clarity. The Mzeusians gaped at the tall buildings and odd structures they saw, and the captain once again had to reassure his men. "These may be the works of giants, but have you forgotten our own structures? Do you also not tremble at the sight of the Temple of Desonikas, or the tomb of Serankles Hyrasa? Do you marvel at the buildings in which the king himself resides?"

There was a mumbling of ascent around the ship. "Very well then," the captain replied. "We can do all that they can. Just let me speak for us, keep your wits about you, and do not entertain any ideas of stupidity. We will make a sacrifice to the gods when we land, and then we have done all that we can."

The words calmed a few of the men, although there was a clear sense of apprehension in the air. The Captain steeled himself against the worry, reminding himself of how majestic the warship looked. "We are warriors, do not let yourself forget that, nor the values that come with our noble profession." he said, the ship sailing ever closer to the shore.

I'll move back to God-Emperor Snudgeskooge.

The patrol boats were coming in slowly now, on either side of the warship. If these re-enactors were going to play along, he would too. He'd ordered a room fitted out with incense candles, wooden tables and chairs and a fruit bowl. The room was inside the military fortifications but it was secluded enough to not give much away at all if these men were foreign spies. Taking out his phone, Snudgeskooge dialled the number of the local Ancient Galgarian re-enactment group. The phone was picked up be a gruff sounding man. 'Commander Rokar of the Ancient Galgarian Historical Re-enactment Group. Who am I speaking to?'

'Hi Commander,' Said Snudgeskooge. 'This is your God-Emperor speaking. What's your nearest lift?'

After a pause, the Commander spoke. 'Lift Two, your Great Divine Majesty.'

'I need you and fifty of your best soldiers to go there now. They need military training.'

The Commander said he'd get them together. God-Emperor Snudgekooge thanked him and ended the call. Next, he called the Captain of Lift Two. 'Captain, There will be fifty men from the Ancient Galgarian Historical Re-enactment Group coming over. They don't have time to get passes, I just need you to send them up and have the driven down to ECB 7. Give them hoods to wear. Thank you.' He quickly ended the call and turned to the Foreign Minister who had been staying by his side. 'Lorena, I need your couple fastest people at learning a foreign language to get over here. Make the call. Keep it under wraps. They'll be spending some months abroad if all goes to plan.' Lorena nodded and dialled a number.

Snudgeskooge called the ECB 7 commander over. 'Have all your men stay out of sight. Stick a skeleton crew on the defenses. The rest get a day off. Base operations can resume normal functioning when we know what we're dealing with. Thank you for being so cooperative given such short notice.'

The commander saluted and spoke over the base loud speaker system. God-Emperor Snudgeskooge made his way outside. He could now see the boats pulling up to their docking stations as men rushed out to help the foreign sailors moor the warship. Good thing the Scouts had still been going strong. It had been the right move for the government to give them more money after all.

Loftegen 2 and Leonism

Leonism wrote:
Open Sea 20 nm east of the southern tip of Snoodum

Zenturio Peter Janssen felt at ease. The sun was shining and the sea was calm. The voyage to Hycronesia was one he and the 40-strong crew of his 92 meter long Bremen class corvette Bremen had performed several times already. This was the best weather they ever had for the ocean crossing between Avalon and Thule.

The route had led them from Blaumeisehaven along the South Frisian coast, then tracking the coastlines of The copper states and Snoodum. The rest of the journey would take them in a straight line to the coast of Galfni, then following the coastlines of West Amerika and Sinyal before finally reaching Fortuna, capital of Hycronesia and the most important centre of trade along the west coast of Thule.

Janssen enjoyed not having to play nanny for freighters on this journey, although they would probably have to perform escort duty on the return trip. Their current mission was labelled as "patrol duty". The so called Translazarussian trade route that linked Cianlandia, Leonism, The copper states and Hycronesia was of paramount importance for the Imperium, and these days Imperial navy ships without a specific mission were often tasked to patrol it, just to make sure the high volume of trade passing through this area would be safe from pirates or hostile powers.

The Imperium was not at war with any other country, but its increasingly expanding influence in western Lazarus might be contentious for other powers, many of whose motives were poorly understood.

Out of routine, Janssen grabbed his binoculars and scanned the horizon. Nothing, except the coastline of Snoodum well behind them. Or wait, was that a ship to the far north? Janssen was not sure, because when he blinked he couldn't find it again...

Peter Janssen blinked again. There was definitely a ship out there. He peeked at the bridge's radar screen. Nothing, he thought. His interested was raised, though. Was it a stealth ship? Better get a closer look. A short detour wouldn't hurt. "Turn left, heading 180, full speed ahead" he ordered. The helmsman reacted at one. The ship shuddered as its gas-turbine engine accelerated to maximum RPM and the rudder banked it to the left. "Watch the radar and sonar closely", he told the sensor officer, who nodded instead of answering.

Janssen ignored this lack of military protocol. He raised his binoculars again. There definitely was a ship. Apparently it had a sail! As they got closer, he could make out more details. It looked like it was built out of wood. The design looked like something out of the South Frisian Museum of Local History. "We're only 2 kilometers away from the 12 mile exclusion zone around the coast of Snoodum!" remarked the first officer. Janssen snapped out of his target fixation. "Full Stop!" he ordered abruptly. The engine died down. The radar now showed three small dots as they closed in on the unknown ship. The ship itself, though certainly several tens of meters long, did only faintly register on the screen, like a much smaller vessel. It is really made of wood. It doesn't reflect the electromagnetic waves well, he realised. The small dots were apparently speed boats from Snoodum. They intercepted the ship. The people on deck spoke with each other apparently, Janssen could not make out the details - they were still about 10 km away.

After several minutes, the wooden ship began moving forward again, towards Snoodum. The patrol boats seemed to take up an escort position. Nobody seemed to have noticed the Imperial corvette on the horizon.

"We're done here. I'm not sure what we just witnessed, but whoever they are, they are well inside Snoodian waters now. It looked like a replica Roman ship from the first century. Weird." Janssen looked around. The other officers on the bridge were as perplexed as he was. Like all Imperials, none of them had ever heard about or laid eyes upon Mzeusia.

Aigania, Mzeusia, and Loftegen 2

The republic of glasgow, North Harbour
The Seehund was moored at a separate pier. The 140 m long frigate looked impressive, although not too different from the warships General "Soap" MacTavish had seen before or had under his command. It was painted in grey, with a seal painted on its bow, next to the name ISS Seehund. The deck was dominated by two large naval artillery turrets with three large barrels each, as well as four large missile launchers. Secondary armament consisted of six smaller rotary cannons and two decidedly strange looking gun turrets with curiously narrow barrels. Were those lenses at the muzzle?

The General's attention turned from the ship to its crew. The Imperials were tall above average, mostly blonde with some brunette and red haired people. All of them were white. Almost half of them were female. Including its Captain, who was just coming down the gang way.

Präfekt-Commander Lina Buchheim wore a light blue uniform with colourful rank insignia: a golden star and three golden bars on a green background. She was a woman in her early 40s, looking at ease with herself. She was more homely than beautiful and radiated professionalism. When she got closer to MacTavish, he noticed that Buchheim was almost as tall as he was.

She bowed slightly, then spoke with heavily accented English: "General MacTavish I assume? Pleased to meet you. I am Präfekt-Commander Lina Buchheim of the Imperial Navy of Leonism. We are on a scout mission along the Northern coast of Thule and we're here to establish diplomatic relations with you and your nation."

The republic of glasgow and Loftegen 2

Tubbius the Rotund awaits His next lunch, huffily-puffily rubbing at His excessively gurgly, overly full middle. He has already had to loosen one button on His Tubblouse after Second Lunch. Now, going into Fourth Lunch, He thinks He might loosen another.

Ireland Isles and Loftegen 2

Beer time.

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Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Altenburg Independent News

Please indulge us while we give free reign to our inner gossip tabloid writer/editor.

Culture shock in Leonism!

Loftegen 2 tourists visiting the Imperium for the first time report a stunning lack of personal motor transport!

"There aren't any cars!" one person exclaimed in shocked disbelief. "They expect us to take a train, or a bus, or ride a bicycle or- or- or even walk!

Truly a perplexing conundrum: how can any first class nation lack an extensive InterCanton Highway System (or equivalent)?

Will our tourists adapt? Or survive!? Someone should probably write a guide book.

Don't look at me, I hate tourists.

Another juicy tidbit involves a recent report of atypical actions by Lady Zaharra, namely showing mercy and compassion for her enemies. In a rare public statement, a spokesman for the Lady said the report described a nightmare she had. Or a possible vision of some twisted alternate reality. The person responsible for leaking the information now resides in a bottle on her shelf, while the home of the blogger who published the tale was sucked into a vortex, leaving an empty hole in the ground.

Update the bed bugs have made a triumphant return.

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Guiness Freaks wrote:Update the bed bugs have made a triumphant return.

Tell the exterminator it's time to break out the big guns!

The jovian colonies wrote:I am very happy with it myself! I made it myself although don't overestimate my flag-making skills, I did it all amateurishly with paint and images I got from google :P except the background, that I made myself

Your flag follows the pattern of citizens of the Pacific, with that colour/black roundel in the background and something personal in the centre foreground. Spooky!

It looks nice, tho.

Treadwellia and Loftegen 2

Syminion's feet smacked the steps making a burst of noise not dissimilar to machine-gun fire. Two minutes later and he was seated on the stool, speaking into the recorder. "The remaining fish, those being Goldfish, Haddock, Seabass, Cod, Salmon and Turbot are fleeing. We are unsure which fish are still being tracked, but the agents should all act accordingly.

Meanwhile, on Ferib Island, Folgravni:
The chop of helicopter blades sounded above the Mzeusian agent. The man himself paid them no attention, fully focused on the party of men and women making their way down to the jetty. It seemed that Turbot had decided to flee the island. Some news must have caused the man to panic, but the Mzeusian had no time to wonder exactly what that was. From his vantage point on the top of a cliff, he could see the Thoonian dash towards his boat, shouting out to his crew. A gentle adjustment of the settings on the sniper had Turbot in his sights, and after keeping the man in his sights for a moment, the agent pulled the trigger. The suppressed sniper jerked backwards with the recoil, and after a second of confirming that his aim had been true, the Mzeusian slung the sniper over his back and grabbed the rope that had descended from the helicopter. He looked up into the clear sky, gave a thumbs-up to a man looking down from the helicopter, and rose off of the ground as the pilot took off.

The agent was hoisted upward by an electric winch, and the helicopter pulled further and further away from the Folgravnian island.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Thoonia: Gloldfish was beginning to feel a little woozy as she drank her coffee. She had been drinking it for around five minutes, but had only now just started to feel this way. As she drank, she made her way down the huge flight of steps that made up the apartment complex where she was staying. She travelled down and down, growing more and more worried. It was only when her right hand went too numb to hold the coffee cup that she realised that this was not just a weakness due to a lack of sugar. Something had been put in her drink, and she was starting to sway because of it.

At that moment, a woman hurtled up the stairs at what seemed to be a breakneck pace, slamming into the Thoonian. Had she been fully in control, this would have only jolted her, but in her ever-worsening state, the woman fell backward, sliding limply down a few stairs as she did so. Her vision was now failing her, and as the woman who had rammed into her lean down to help, she appeared blurry, her alarmed voice sounded far away.

The Mzeusian agent grabbed the Thoonian under both armpits and made her way down the stairs, ducking under the very bottom flight when she did. The Mzeusian's shoes squeaked on the linoleum floor, and she lay the now unconscious woman against the wall, tucking her legs to her chest and holding them there, to shield her from view. Then, the agent drew a syringe out of her coat pocket, and with a series of quick, efficient movements, had administered the entire contents into the other woman's median cubital vein, in the arm.

Drawing her coat tightly over herself, the woman stepped away from the limp body and onto the street. Within ten minutes, Goldfish stopped breathing, and the Mzeusian was far away, moving with haste through the city streets.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in Thoonia: The Mzeusian had led the man known as Cod down to the metro with the intention of taking him out, but for whatever reason, the Thoonian had stopped pursuing him partway through, and had turned back. This irked the Mzeusian, as he had spent quite a while setting up a trap that would work. Now, Cod was looking worriedly over his shoulder, standing on the platform for the train. he had been weaving in and out of the busy crowds, but the Mzeusian agent had kept an eye on him. A train pulled into the station, and only at the last moment did Cod get on board. The Mzeusian was quick however, and he slipped through the doors of a different carriage. Through small windows in the back and fronts of each carriage, people could see into the ones either side, and the agent watched as Cod made his way nervously to one side of his carriage. In the carriage next to his, the Mzeusian made his way to the end as well, so he could clearly see the Thoonian through the glass. All that separated the two men were the two panes of glass and the air in between.

The train moved on, and the Thoonian was still suspicious. The man changed trains five times during a half hour journey, and by the end of it, he leapt out of a carriage, with the Mzeusian still following, and now directly behind him. The Thoonian never let up, setting a blistering pace that made sure that anyone trying to imitate it could be spotted when the man turned around. The agent ducked down a side alley, sprinted unseen for a short distance, and hovered in the mouth of the alley. The speeding Thoonian came into view, and he was seized by the coat and shoved against the wall as the Mzeusian's arm shot out and grabbed him. Luckily there were not many people on the streets, and this went entirely unseen.

The Mzeusian then proceeded to slam the Thoonian against the wall to disorientate him place him into a sleeper hold, and drag him further into the darkness of the alley. When the Mzeusian was satisfied that he was in total darkness, he produced a knife from his clothing. The sleeper hold hadn't even taken effect when the deed was done.

Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2

Syminion Phyniskos descended the steps once more, with a much calmer demeanour than he had a few weeks ago. He walked down the same damp, rough-stone hallway, and underwent all the security checks. When he had stepped into the room, the lights came on with the usual second delay and he made his way to the booth.

Syminion pressed the button on the small black box and spoke the usual code before giving the report. "This is the end of Operation Mermaid Rising. It has seen the death of seven of its targets, and four remain alive. All fishermen have already or are still in the process of being safely extracted. The operation can be called a success, as it had severely crippled the enemy's capabilities, and the four that were not neutralised will not feel safe to emerge for quick some time. When coupled with the overwhelming success of Operation Boasting Fisherman, there is no doubt in my mind that these results are stunning."

As Syminion Phyniskos ended his report, the other agent said the necessary code and then replied. "Very good work. The Telumas shall be informed. Perhaps one day, the other fish will be caught, but for now, I commend you for your services to the nation.

OOC: With that, the RP series Operation Rising Mermaid is complete. The full thing can be found in my RP library.

Loftegen 2

Kappan wrote:O.o
Open RP?

Heck yea!

Perchan and Loftegen 2

The Au'Rahabar News Live at 4:00

After the recent zombie outbreak here in Sinyal, Emperor Ja'Hua has contacted leaders from our allies including Leonism, Loftegen 2, Kappan, Treadwellia, and Hycronesia. Remember to stay indoors or go to a military safe area. Remember once people are bitten they immediately transact the virus. No everyo--- aghhhh what the fu-- *Cuts off*

Aigania, Treadwellia, Perchan, Kappan, and 2 othersLoftegen 2, and Leonism

Ok, to be clear, anyone who joins my RMb 'RP', it is kinda of a dumb/funny RP, and is not in all seriousness. You can make serious posts if you want tho.

Aigania, Perchan, Kappan, and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2 wrote:Tell the exterminator it's time to break out the big guns!

Flamethrower

Perchan and Loftegen 2

Sinyal wrote:The Au'Rahabar News Live at 4:00

After the recent zombie outbreak here in Sinyal, Emperor Ja'Hua has contacted leaders from our allies including Leonism, Loftegen 2, Kappan, Treadwellia, and Hycronesia. Remember to stay indoors or go to a military safe area. Remember once people are bitten they immediately transact the virus. No everyo--- aghhhh what the fu-- *Cuts off*

Following the recent news out of Sinyal, both the Reichs Umweltschutz and the Barschan Grenz- und Zollkontrolle were placed on high alert. The wardens of the RUWS would be the best equipped to detect anything abnormal within Perchan's ecosystem while the agents of the BGZK were to stay on the lookout for any suspicious travelers or cargo. This all occured without so much of a peep outside of the closed doors of the Thronauthoritat; even the Unterauthoritat had been determined to not have been in a need to know position. This suited the Beschutzer General, Signore Matteo Garibaldi, just fine. The Kaiser-Meister had vested in him the duty to protect the realm almost three decades ago, and Signore Garibaldi found that the Unterauthoritat often stood in the way of this directive.

"Get me some eyes on the situation outside of Perchan. Get the leader of Sinyal on the line as well, assuming any of them still live." Garibaldi was barking orders to his aides and over the phone-line to the HQ of the RSS. "Get boots on the ground if you have to, my concern are Perchanians and if any of them remain in Sinyal it is mine and your duty to get them out."

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Mzeusia wrote:

Syminion Phyniskos descended the steps once more, with a much calmer demeanour than he had a few weeks ago. He walked down the same damp, rough-stone hallway, and underwent all the security checks. When he had stepped into the room, the lights came on with the usual second delay and he made his way to the booth.

Syminion pressed the button on the small black box and spoke the usual code before giving the report. "This is the end of Operation Mermaid Rising. It has seen the death of seven of its targets, and four remain alive. All fishermen have already or are still in the process of being safely extracted. The operation can be called a success, as it had severely crippled the enemy's capabilities, and the four that were not neutralised will not feel safe to emerge for quick some time. When coupled with the overwhelming success of Operation Boasting Fisherman, there is no doubt in my mind that these results are stunning."

As Syminion Phyniskos ended his report, the other agent said the necessary code and then replied. "Very good work. The Telumas shall be informed. Perhaps one day, the other fish will be caught, but for now, I commend you for your services to the nation.


OOC: With that, the RP series Operation Rising Mermaid is complete. The full thing can be found in my RP library.

I just read the whole thing through. Very nice. I'm tempted to try something like it: it's a much different style than I usually use, and would be good practice. Well done!

Loftegen 2

Guiness Freaks wrote:Flamethrower

I was thinking sarin gas or high levels of neutron radiation, but we can try fire first, I suppose. :)

Perchan wrote:

Following the recent news out of Sinyal, both the Reichs Umweltschutz and the Barschan Grenz- und Zollkontrolle were placed on high alert. The wardens of the RUWS would be the best equipped to detect anything abnormal within Perchan's ecosystem while the agents of the BGZK were to stay on the lookout for any suspicious travelers or cargo. This all occured without so much of a peep outside of the closed doors of the Thronauthoritat; even the Unterauthoritat had been determined to not have been in a need to know position. This suited the Beschutzer General, Signore Matteo Garibaldi, just fine. The Kaiser-Meister had vested in him the duty to protect the realm almost three decades ago, and Signore Garibaldi found that the Unterauthoritat often stood in the way of this directive.

"Get me some eyes on the situation outside of Perchan. Get the leader of Sinyal on the line as well, assuming any of them still live." Garibaldi was barking orders to his aides and over the phone-line to the HQ of the RSS. "Get boots on the ground if you have to, my concern are Perchanians and if any of them remain in Sinyal it is mine and your duty to get them out."

Emperor Ja'Hua picks up the line, and talks in an urgent tone to the leader of Perchan. He tells him that they are currently OK in the palace, and the outbreak has not reached the biggest cities yet.

Meanwhile, in the cities in which the outbreak struck, Orofuar, Calnis, and Yuuzigenzer, people are rushing to evacuate, and government employees are helping evacuate the magic area of Sinyal, which is to the south of the towns. Based off aerial view, there are about 100 zombies that have been seen. Choppers are being sent in to try and gun down the zombies, and ground forces are going in to help with the evacuation.

(RP with actual 'characters' fighting zombies coming soon.)

Your Imaginary Friend and Loftegen 2

Loftegen 2

Sinyal wrote:The Au'Rahabar News Live at 4:00

After the recent zombie outbreak here in Sinyal, Emperor Ja'Hua has contacted leaders from our allies including Leonism, Loftegen 2, Kappan, Treadwellia, and Hycronesia. Remember to stay indoors or go to a military safe area. Remember once people are bitten they immediately transact the virus. No everyo--- aghhhh what the fu-- *Cuts off*

So it's a "realistic" zombie outbreak, in that we aren't dealing with hordes of undead, but hordes of sick, highly infectious, dying* people?
*as with any disease, some will be naturally immune, some will get only mildly ill, some will become very sick but recover, some will die, and the disease will become less virulent with time.

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