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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Insurance Industry in The Fallout Wasteland
The World Census posed as door-to-door salespeople in order to establish which nations have the most extensive Insurance industries.
As a region, The Fallout Wasteland is ranked 6,098th in the world for Largest Insurance Industry.
|1.||The Nuked landmass of Old Wastelands||Compulsory Consumerist State||“War... War never changes.”|
|2.||The Eastern Command of Grand Enclave||New York Times Democracy||“A World in Our Image”|
|3.||The Protectorate of The Territory of Mojave||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“The Platinum Chip of the Wasteland”|
|4.||The Rogue Nation of Separatist Rebellion||Anarchy||“Freedom!”|
|5.||The Seething Void of Iok-Sotot||Libertarian Police State||“¯!_(ツ)_!¯”|
|6.||The Fiefdom of Jacotown||Corporate Police State||“To See a Deathclaw and live?! Absurd!”|
|7.||The Irradiated Wasteland of Xenophobic Needles||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“I empty my clip...you explode like a blood sausage!”|
|8.||The Federal Republic of CPG||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem”|
|9.||The Republic of The New Californian Republic-NCR||Corporate Bordello||“Eureka!”|
|10.||The New Vegas Corporation of Ivan Industries||New York Times Democracy||“In a Hundred Years, the Stars...”|
- : Holy roman empires4 ceased to exist.
- : The Eastern Command of Grand Enclave updated the World Factbook entry.
- : Fort de cavagnial ceased to exist.
- : The Republic of Fallout Cascadia arrived from The North Pacific.
- : The Republic of The New Californian Republic-NCR arrived from The North Pacific.
- : The Eastern Command of Grand Enclave updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Underground Industry of Lound resigned as Senator of The Fallout Wasteland.
- : Embassy established between The Fallout Wasteland and The Nationstates Senate.
- : The Principality of Plains commonwealth enclave arrived from The South Pacific.
- : Embassy established between The Fallout Wasteland and The Alliance for World Union.
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Müller looks at Martin with an expectant expression.
Martin: "I'll do it."
Martin dawned his helmet waiting for more instructions.
Far Corners - Part 1/4 - Discovery
The north coast of Van island is one of the top contenders for "the middle of nowhere". But you're always somewhere, and for the resourceful, there's always something. Finding (and conquering) that something was the duty of the North Coast expedition, which was split into three parts. pioneer group east took a thousand troops along the remnants of the road, pioneer group west took four hundred light troops and crashed through old-growth rainforest, and the navy squadron followed the discovery passage to support the east group. The winter storms of the open ocean howled for blood, and Admiral Salthouse made the call not to make a sacrifice to Neptune - pioneer group west would have to cope without naval support. Among all three groups, the consensus was that it seemed like someone had taken a hammer and smashed the landscape into disjointed pieces (that hammer being the glaciers of the ice age).
The trio of Nootkan corvettes plied the waters of the inside passage, that narrow line of blue separating Van Island from the "somebody else's problem zone" of the mainland. America's supply lines to Anchorage once placed the route among the busiest waterways on Earth. Once. Hesketh, chief spotter for the RNS Satsuma, stared tiredly through the crow's nest cabin window. Behind her, a patched-up holotape player sang over the crash of the waves, the crackling music proclaiming the name of the Turks' largest city to be nobody's business but their own. The heavy fog and fast-moving current was a dangerous combination, and Hesketh carefully watched the hungry breakers slamming against the outline of Van island's coast. On the other side were countless islands, peninsulas, fingers attached to the mountains of the mainland. It was a mess of puzzle pieces that the nations of old had barely bothered to name, much less settle.
The lookout thought she heard something, and, eyes fixed dead ahead, paused the tape player. It sounded like a roar. Out of the grey, clammy fog emerged the wreck of a cargo ship run aground, the bow torn out.
"Hazard ahead, gentlemen" She called into the speaking-trumpet. "Suggest turn to starboard, if you please."
The Captain quickly confirmed the order, and the Satsuma lurched right, signaling her sister ships to do the same. As they passed the cargo ship, they noticed the source of the roar - a constantly churning, rolling standing wave, kept in place by current hitting a mountain just below the surface. The corvette passed to the side with metres to spare. The rest of the journey was full of similar obstacles. Riptides, whirlpools, stretches of water that moved like writhing snakes. An angry pod of orclaws. Some aboard the Electra even claimed to see a giant octopus, a bleached, bloated, corpse-looking creature that stubbornly continued to move.
The first sight of human life was near Malcolm island. A little fishing village waited, a rickety pier greeting them with a faded sign: "Welcome to Sointula". Masts of sunken boats poked out from the bottom of the harbour, but there was one vessel that was not sunk. Amongst the painted cabins, a ferry by the name Princess of Vancouver had been dragged onto the shore and turned into a house. Each of the three vessels dispatched a canoe towards the villagers, who were waiting and armed. Some had army fatigues and helmets. As the canoes neared the beach, Seaborn Weathers, captain of the Urania, turned towards the sailors in his boat.
"Keep your weapons lowered, boys." Ordered the portly Captain, in an easygoing tone. "Midshipman Lawrence?"
George Lawrence, a young officer with an oversized coat, raised his hand. "Here, sir."
"You do languages, don't you?"
"Oh, yes sir." Stammered the midshipman. "French, chinook, kwakwala - it's all I'm good at, really. Anything people speak around these parts, I know it-"
They were interrupted by the lurch of the canoe beaching itself. The sailors got out slowly, hands raised, smelling baked bread and coffee in the air. Their source was the only large building (besides the beached ferry) among log cabins, a storefront labelled "co-op" with a greenhouse behind it. The villagers' suspicion turned to confusion, and a chorus of voices rose, some curious, some angry.
"Mistä olet kotoisin?"
"Saatanan nykyaijjan nuoriso! Ei minkäämoista kunniootusta!"
"Kuka täällä on vastuussa?"
"Ilmatyynyalukseni on täynnä ankeriaita."
"Saatana perkele vittu mäkäräinen-"
Flabbergasted by the deluge of gibberish, Captain Weathers turned to the midshipman. He slowly shook his head, mouth hanging open. "I don't know, sir. I just don't know."
The two sides slowly lowered their guns, talking incomprehensibly at one another. Eventually, an impromptu exchange of gifts began, as wine bottles offered by the sailors were immediately snatched up, and the villagers offered warm loaves of pulla sweetbread. Midshipman Lawrence tried every language he knew, and finally found an old fishmonger who appeared to understand a bit of chinook, the trading language of the tribals. Through the most awkward game of charades, the sailors probably managed to communicate peaceful intentions, their origin from the southern big island, and asked if they knew anyone, anyone at all who could speak english. The fishmonger snapped his fingers in perceived understanding and ran off, only to return with a kantele instrument. Captain Weathers let out a big sigh as the old man danced happily, hitting random keys on the folk instrument. Scanning the disappointed faces, the fishmonger thought. Then, he snapped his fingers again, and ran off, this time reappearing with a man in tow.
Following the fishmonger was the apparent leader of the settlement, a muscular fellow wearing an approximation of a Gákti folk dress, and a gearlike necklace carved out of scrap metal. He spoke with a booming voice in rally english, an accent that kind of sounds like you're gargling water.
"Helou! Ai äm Ilmari. Ai spiik inglis properli. Vat duu juu niid?"
For sanity's sake, no, I am not going to write the rest of his dialogue like that.
Ilmari, Captains Thompson and Weathers were soon seated in a cottage next to the sea, while the Electra kept watch. The burly fellow spoke first, producing a jug of some kind of moonshine and passing it around. Weathers chugged it with a grin, and Thompson sipped politely while trying not to cough it up.
"My friends, welcome to Sointula, we are glad to hear you come in peace. What do you need?"
Weathers spread his arms wide. "The question is more 'what do you need', Ilmari. But we're surprised to see anyone living on these islands, much less people from..." his eyes searched the faded globe on a nearby dresser table.
Thompson squinted in disbelief. He grabbed the globe off the wall, and after several tries, found finland, on the opposite side of the planet, and gestured frantically between there and vancouver island. "With respect, sir, that's not physically possible."
"Oh, no, I did not mean anyone alive today came from Finland. That is of course not possible. Ancestors, in the old times, when people could go around the world. They came here to get away from the Tsar of Russia, but they only found work like slaves in the Nanaimo mine. So they moved here instead, to make a socialist utopia." Ilmari spread his arms theatrically. "It did not work of course. Everyone back then wants to run away and make a utopia. But even though it failed, we stay, catch fish, chop trees, make money. Then the war with China came, and people deserted from the American army, they hid here instead. The bombs came, and there was no power, nobody to sell to. Many refugees came here on boats, they did not know what else to do. We tried to feed them. There were too many, nothing would grow, people died. But we are still here - we have sisu."
Weathers nodded politely, half-confused.
Ilmari steepled his fingers and leaned forward. "Now, what do you want with us?"
"To join our republic." Asked Thompson immediately. "We're uniting van island. Bringing back civilization - standing against the raiders and the empires."
"Oh, is that all?" Asked Ilmari, amused. "You only want to take our independence?"
"...and the ferry." Admitted Thompson, while Weathers quietly tried to shush him. "We'll pay, we'll build houses for the people living on it, or they can be the crew, but we have shipyards where we can build it to sail again."
The Sointulan pointed a finger at his chest proudly. "You cannot make us. If you try, we will make you pay like Russia."
"Of course not, my friend." Said Weathers with a dismissive wave of the hand. "We want to convince you - we would not risk making an enemy for life by annexing your town at gunpoint."
"especially since you have something we need", Thompson was about to add, before Weathers kicked him from under the table.
"So convince me." Said Ilmari flatly. "We have food, we have weapons, we have wood, and we have sauna. We have always been fine by ourselves. What do you have that we need?"
"Did I smell coffee earlier?" Asked Weathers, smiling lazily. "I do wonder how you got that."
"That is something you want and we have, Captain, that is not what I asked." Complained the Sointulan. "We grow it in the greenhouse, the generator keeps it warm. Although, come to think of it... we've scrapped just about all we can for spare parts, and our trade partners in telegraph cove and alert bay don't have the sort of machinery we can use."
"Easy peasy." Said Weathers. "There's plenty of abandoned machinery lying around on Van island. We'll see what you need and send it right over, free of charge. Besides, telegraph cove is on van island - it'll be ours soon, if it isn't already."
Ilmari waved a finger. "You cannot buy our independence with generator parts. As unimaginable as it is to live without the coffee greenhouse, we would find a way. What else do you have?"
"Protection." Piped up Thompson. "Surely you have had to struggle with pirates and sea-beasts before. This island guards the entrance to discovery passage, it is strategic - we would not just leave a cheap, token force."
"When there is a raid from up north, we hide in the woods, then return in time put out the fires." Ilmari admitted with a shrug. "Just like we hid the deserters when the american ships passed. The orclaws hang around, they like to rub their heads on the pebble beaches here - it is not always safe for fishing. It is not glorious, but we are survivors, we know we are not top predators. But some would say that paying for protection may lead to paying to be protected from the protectors."
"That's a lot of 'protect' in one sentence." Scoffed Thompson. "But we also guarantee trade. Fresh metal from mines, not just bits of scrap. And crops - parts of our island are warmer than here. That bread of yours was quite impressive, but I doubt you can grow much of it on this tiny island - surely you could use a bit more variety in food."
"-and we have a lot of wine." Pointed out Weathers, offering a bottle. "Symphony '63. Good stuff."
Ilmari drank straight from the bottle, finishing it in seconds, then extended a hand. "Between you and me, if I have to eat salmon-and-berries one more time, I am going to kill someone. And the moonshine has never been the same as vodka. So I will offer an arrangement - if you can convince Alert Bay, our largest trade partner, to join you, then we will go as well."
And so the squadron weighed anchor again.
Bigger Picture: The Odyssey
IN ROUTE TO ALASKA
Outside the plane, the storm starts to worsen. The pilots view is almost completely obscured by a hideous shade of green. Nancy makes a few scans and turns to the pilots.
Nancy - "According to my sensors, we have only five minutes to make the swap. Any longer than that, and it will be too late. We'll crash and all of us will die! Oh my. Well, maybe except for me of course!"
Nancy turns over to Martin.
Nancy - "I estimate that you will be exposed to over thirty rads during the swap! Not to mention strong winds that could cut the tether holding you to the plane. I estimate your chance of survival is. . ."
Nancy makes a few more calculations before turning back to Martin.
Nancy - "Well. . .maybe it's best if you didn't know."
Nancy gets up and walks over to one of the several cases Mr. Anette had placed in the plane. She quickly opens it. Inside are an assortment of different tools and equipment for dangerous and emergency situations. She grabs a tether and turns back over to Martin.
Nancy - "Now with that happy news in mind, let's get you suited up!"
Pax Romana: A New Frontier
NORTHWESTERN BORDER OF THE RIO GRANDE DIKTAT, CENTRAL TEXAS
After several days, the small team of Legionary Scouts and a Legionary Diplomat begin to approach the territory that scouts had previously labeled as the border to a massive nation that has emerged from the ruins of the Wasteland. The Rio Grande Diktat. Caesar III had made the Legion's intentions very clear, they are to make contact and make simple negotiations. Perhaps arrange a larger, more formal meeting between the powers. The aggressive campaign that Caesar III had undertaken elsewhere would not work here. The Scouts were all armed with swords, but they had no guns or other arms. They couldn't risk making themselves a hostile target. The Diplomat was completely unarmed, and wore no armor. Instead they wore red robes and a gold badge, the Legionary Bull.
Arriving at the border, the Scouts and Diplomat nervously turned back and glanced in the direction of Legion territory. They were far from home, about to encounter a vast group. They did not know if these people were hostile, or would be peaceful. Regardless, they had a mission, given to them by the Caesar. They had to fulfill it. So, with their fears placed into the back of their minds, the small Diplomatic Team passes over into the territory controlled by the Rio Grande Diktat.
Critical Infrastructure, pt. 5
With trade burgeoning between the port of Erie and the Reich, the need for better transportation infrastructure between Erie and the rest of the RAR trade network has become readily apparent. General Winchester has contracted Ivan Industries to rebuild the railroad between Pittsburgh and Erie, utilizing the ancient line that runs past the city of Butler. In addition, the Interstate 79 will be rebuilt to service road traffic between the two towns.
General Winchester has also finally heeded his quartermaster general's advice and authorized the opening of a second munitions plant farther away from the Federation-RAR frontier. After capturing a number of Nukalurk specimens for the Lupin Project and clearing out the rest, the engineers have begun work carefully retrieving all the spilled Nuka Quantum and converting the plant for heavy munitions production.
Authorization has also been given to Colonel Morgaine to go ahead and begin work on converting the RobCo robobrain facility into a Reserve Control Station as part of the top-secret Contingency plan. He was authorized to hire locals to fill in the gaps in materials and worksmanship as needed.
And finally, General Winchester has stopped the production of the Liberator Mk 2s, pending a review to determine their role in the Eastern Command's BCT unit structure and battle rhythm. Engineers at Fujinaya are looking into creating specialized variants for reconaissance, communications, and raiding.
Nuka-Cola Plant (D.C.) under repair, completion on RL Aug 3.
Mechanist's Lair (Commonwealth) being converted to a Control Station. Completion on RL July 31.
Railroad between Erie, PA and Pittsburgh, PA being repaired (4 tiles). Completion on RL July 19.
Interstate between Erie, PA and Pittsburgh, PA being repaired (4 tiles). Completion on RL July 23
"Now hold your horses," Elena interjected. "First of all, far be it from me to send an, and I mean no offense, untrained agent out to do a job there are trained people in the plane to do. Second of all, we'll be out of the storm in just a minute, and we aren't that low on energy. Nobody has to go out into a radstorm. Please relax, we'll be fine." She taps her chin. "That being said, this plane is not shielded." She motions to Anderson, who breaks out the Rad-X and starts passing it around. "We'll break out the Radaway once we've cleared the storm," Anderson explains.
Bigger Picture: The Odyssey
IN ROUTE TO ALASKA
Nancy sighs upon hearing that no one has to risk venturing outside the plane. She slowly turns around and somberly puts the tether back into the case. After a few minutes of flying, the sky slowly begins to clear up, and finally they leave the storm behind. Below, everyone gets a good view of the Canadian Wasteland. Large, barren fields are the dominant sight, with remains littered across the landscape. Smoke rises from the settlements of other survivors and bands of raiders. In the distance, the Wasteland slowly begins to transition to a more lively wilderness.
Nancy - "By my calculations, we should be arriving in Alaska within three hours."
The crew can rest easy for now, the immediate danger is gone. However, the pilots notice they still cannot make contact with Anette back at the Mansion. It seems long-range communications have been cut off. For now, they will have to rely solely on Nancy on their mission to Alaska.
War... War never changes.
Students of Green Lands Academy were bought out spots within Vault 443, the Vault's intention was not to experiment, it was to preserve. The Vault claimed the student's spots and planned for the future ahead of Vault-Tec. In 2077, the bombs dropped and the students were evacuated to Vault 443 where they would be registered and given a tour. The Vault's Overseer, Mack Damian, ran the Vault with ease. Nobody was treated unfairly and resources were appropriately divided. Years had passed, and so had the Vault's Overseer, which led to elections. A very sociable yet manipulative Vault Dweller, Simon Garand, had won the election against the other competitors and was now managing Vault 443 and it's entirety. Simon Garand is a very strict leader, using his power to force people's hands and using his silver tongue to earn what was given. Simon made the Vault into a dictatorship and used the Vault's Security Team as his puppets. Nobody dared to lead a revolution against the Overseer, they were afraid of being removed from the Vault so they were forced to submit. Once the Vault opened Simon led the group of Dwellers into a life of drug manufacturing and crime, never going back to their normal lives as Dwellers ever again. Simon had promised the Dwellers a life of wealth and influence, some left and some stayed to see the end of it. The few that stayed formed into a criminal organization led by Simon himself. The pre-war ruins of Green Lands Academy were repaired to become a base of operations for the group. The university was now a safe haven for criminals and Den members alike.
Changing over to the new production was going well. The stockpile of Garands and BARs was being dismantled and shipped to the foundry to be melted down and the metal shipped to the factory in Bay City. The ammo factory is also ordered to switch from .45 ACP to 5.56mm rounds. It would take a few more weeks but this new weapons system would increase the firepower of a squad by at least tenfold. The Generals were looking forward to measuring the effectiveness of the weapon in live combat. The combination of Reichtrooper armor and the Stoner weapons system would make Reichtroopers some of the strongest infantry in the world today.
Cindy turns the plane around again and charts a course around the storm. The detour wasn't going to be as bad as she feared - but they would still need to land immediately upon reaching Anchorage.
Speaking of Anchorage, the Rig was supposed to have sent a team ahead to secure the site and provide them some logistical backup. She wonders if they'd arrived by now.
"Hey, Elena, you wanna try and see if the Rig's reinforcements showed up yet?" she calls back.
"Sure," she responds. She fires up the console and, after a few moments of waiting for the dish to locate the satellite beacon, picks up the receiver. "Anchorage, this is Patriot 2, do you read me, over?"