NationStates Jolt Archive

Premier Riyth watched the sun slowly set over his vast country. The country of Nankin had grown vast - almost a billion population and enormous depth of knowledge and wealth. The country had it all, everything from the smartest intelligentsia of the region to a crack military ready to go at any moment. General Bill Ragger and Admiral Rob Jackson flanked the premier as the wind kicked up the flags above them

"General, how are the plans coming?"

"Very well, the military restructuring is almost completed. Thousands of new armor pieces have been created, we are ready."

"Very good, General," Riyth said as he smiled. He glanced to his left towards huge military base at North Point. From atop the monolithic capitol building one could see all the way to the coast, no hinderance on this clear and crisp moment of twilight. New ships were being created and put to see, and the fleets had been revamped once again. Whole parts of the military had been eliminated to create homogenous units of precision, and to support this was a strong backbone comprised of Red Dragon class carriers. 4 more were in dry dock being finished up - they would be ready by the time Nankin reached its first billion in population. Several bases around the world held Nankinese troops, relics from the days of the RGGA and M10.

"Admiral, have the arrangements with Fyreheart been made?"

"Yes, sir, everything is coming along smoothly. Nathan Hurst is thrusting the same image of friendliness as we saw when we went into isolationism. Their new F101s make a nice compliment to our legions of F-62Cs. Those, as you know, sir, make us unmatched in air superiority."

"Excellent, then let us celebrate our coming into the billions realm with a leap back into the world of international politics."

With that Premier Riyth stood rigid in his position and pivoted towards the door, his robe flying up in the wind behind him. Nankin was rebuilt, starting with the newly completed super city of Farbanti, it was a ready country.

All over Nankin TAC (Tactical Air Command) bases were recieveing vast shipments of planes. The Su-37 Superflanker was still being used for homeland defense - the F-62 used for foreign ventures. Nankin's borders were being secured against all threats, and an increased fleet of E-767s and JSTARs are being put up around the clock, all over Nankin to protect from any insurgents.

Rolling out of industrial complexes throughout Yakutz were the newly made Crusader tanks; legions were being put out to compliment the newly made force of M270 MLRS. The army and marines of Nankin were getting a complete force upgrade, the focus being placed on long range artillar - enough bradleys and abrams had been made to overtake any small nation, what was needed was a strong backbone for support.

Hurst walked in the room and sat down at the breifing table.

"Apologies for my lateness people, I had official business. Now let's get started. Mr. Glonski, an update on the F-101 productions if you please?"

General Glonski looked up from his paperwork. "Sir, we are operating well ahead of schedule, and we should exceed our earlier estimate of 1000 craft by the end of the week. Our 4 billion dollar grant has propelled us to a number somewhere around 2500."

Hurt smiled. "Excellent. Now how are our naval forces coming? I know you said there would be some problems with meeting the schedule Mr. Zion?"

The head of Naval Forces sighed. "Yes Prime Minister. The last war we were in devastated our naval forces. We're currently operating at only 56% of efficiency. We have estimates of maybe 1000 operable ships by the two week mark. The majority of those will be Ion Class Destroyers. Carriers are expected to be on target."

Also Prime Minister, the project bewteen the navy and air force is now complete. The F-101 is now carrier ready."

Hurst was happy. "Good. I'm going to assign more men to your divisions. It won't make us meet the numbers, but we will get damn close. You guys have done an incredible job under very bad circumstances."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

Hurst shifted in his chair to get more comfortable. "Now then, gentlemen. The draft has been reinstated, and we are now at approximately 46 million troops. That's about 5% of the total population of Fyreheart. I've been in constant communication with Riyth through all of this, and it appears to be working. This build up will be successful, and no one in their right minds will get in our way."

"The air forces next prioriity is the Gravship project. I want daily progress reports, and a timeline on my desk by 0800 Monday morning."

Everyone nodded.

"Dismissed."

The military depeartment heads left the room, and left Hurst alone. He got up, and walked over to the huge window overlooking the Fyreheartian coastline. It was a beautiful day. One thought dominated his mind.

Release the dogs of war

...im bored so heres a quick reply

I rush in the room, where is everyone?? aww shit i missed the meeting again, now wut willi tell beatrice! i storm away wiping tears off my face

OOC: Welcome back to the real world, friends. I'm right behind you guys on the billion mark.

The Dominion wishes to congratulate Nankin and Fyreheart for their new achievement of 1 billion citizens. The Empress has sent a personal letter to both nations.

I wish to congratulate two of our greatest allies in the galaxy, and I wish to send them my utmost respect and gratitude. Also, I am sending each nation $500 billion in order to help them grow and prosper further than they already have.

Congratulations, and God bless.
--Kei Cho--

[OOC: Glad to be back.]

People all over Nankin are seen to be partying in the streets. Ticker-tape parades are occurring in all the major cities as the 1st and 2nd fleets depart the now lightly dusted with snow military base at North Point. It is a clear day all over the nation, and Farbanti has recieved many congratulations and gifts - all of which are responded to with diplomats dispatched to thank the respective national governments in person.

Premier Riyth walked down the dozen steps or so back inside the building, his cape elevated by the wind. "Admiral Jackson, any word on the HSVs?"

The newest achievement of the Nankinese Navy, these high tech catamarans were being heavily modified from stolen transport plans. Instead of being transporters of life, they would now be instruments of death - 80 VLS tubs for tomahawk cruise missiles and 6 quad launchers for Harpoon launchers packed within the ship. For air defense, 4 Sea Sparrow launchers are on each corner of the ship; the perfect ship for fast attack. It is also able to hold a Sea Hawk helicopter on the back, lucky engineering. And they were...

"Right on schedule, sir."

"Excellent, when the rest of the fleets put out, send them out in droves."

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Emperor Jon steamed with anger and jealousy as he watched with undetected eyes the celebrations and joyous citizens within Nankin, the country that he loathed, the country that he completely despised, just as his predcessors had done before him. The reason behind the hatred that the Emperor, and many of his people felt for Nankin and their allies, was uknown to many, but for those who expressed the hatred, the reason was clear as day. Jealousy.....was the reason, jealousy of Nankin's freedoms, of their free speech, of their ability to speak out without fear, it had been this way as long as any Rukemian could remember. For decades, Rukemia had sat in the background, while their rival, their hated enemy achieved more and more victories, more accomplishments, it was enough to drive them mad, the people of Rukemia that is. Mad with blind hatred, hatred so blind that four wars were fought against Nankin, the reasons behind them were sometimes so simple as just to kill Nankinese soldiers, to bring pain to Nankinese families, to pay back to them the unknown hatred they had caused among Rukemians.

So it was, thousands of Rukemians had died in the name of hatred only to see their enemy prosper in ways that Rukemia could only dream of. Civil war had ripped through the country not to long ago, and many lost wars had been fought in the recent years. It seemed that Rukemia was going down in both power, wealth and credibility. But maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed, for Rukemia too was on the eve of having 1 billion citizens, and many great plans were in store for when this time came. Rukemia would make sure that Nankin would never forget of it's presence, or of the hatred that they felt for them, but these were in times to come, Emperor Jon was more concerned about now and here.

The Emperor closed his viewing monitor and quickly contacted the Councilman of Foriegn Affairs, he wanted to make sure that his "gift" had been sent to the Nankinese leadership. The "gift" was composed of four large gourmet baskets all carrying poisoned food inside, poisoned bread, wine and various meats, innocently wrapped and tied with bows, all of them bearing cards on the front. The cards read, "From your old friends in Rukemia, may you die slow and painfully.", but this was far from an assination attempt, it was more of a reminder to the Nankinese that their old enemy was still well and very much alive...

Unfortunatly, Politburo member Tajakamo never recieved the basket. Instead, a visiting member of the Fyreheartian party picked up the wrong package.....

Neil carried the package to his quarters, and set it down.

"How nice," he said. "I wonder who sent me a care package? Maybe Momma does love me!"

Neil unwrapped the basket and took a look at its contents. "Fruit! Oh mom, why did you send me fruit, bread and meat!? I hate fruit!"

He noticed the card. "May your death be...blah blah blah. Sparky! Here boy! Sparky!"

The dog ran into the room and jumped on Neil. "Good boy! Thatta boy Sparky! Here ya go boy, good fruit. That's it. at it all up."

Sparky rejoiced in the gifts, buit for some reason, did not eat them.

"Sparky? You don't like it either? Oh well. Maybe we can make Mommy think we ate it huh?"

Sparky looked pained.

"Sparky? Whatsa matter boy?"

Sparky barked and ran outside.

"Oh Sparky, have you been eating my laxatives again?"

Sparky looked awfully relieved.

Neil shook his head. "Sparky! You gave me a great idea! Not only will we tell momma her food was delicious, we can show her too!"

Neil took Sparkys feces off the lawn, dumped the contents out, and put the feces in its place. He attached a note, put it in a box, and labeled it "Return to Sender."

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Two days later, a Rukemian agent checked the mail at the local post office. He had gotten a care package! He looked at the note.

"Food good. Send more?"