NationStates Jolt Archive

OoC: If this is in the wrong spot then please, I apologise in advance.

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Standing on a hill, overlooking the battleground of his nation's worst civil war, Commander Breeci, the highest ranking Military figure that either army had left, was distressed at what he saw.

"The Carnage. Who could have thought that a small uprising, in a futile attempt to overthrow a despotic leader would result," he gestured over the battlefield, "in this."

His Second-in-Command, Ryan Squall, a civilian, who sided with the rebels when he saw what the government was doing to his land, knelt down and touched the ground.

"Scorched. The Earth we hold now is useless, it must be re-toiled, if anything is to grow again," he reaches down to pick up a burnt Rose, "But we shall rebuild."

"WITH WHAT?" The Commander shouted at nothing, kicking a clod of dust, "The stupid bloody previous regime released their EMP, in a desperate attempt to quell our air superiority."

"Commander, we will start from the start," Squall replied, "Our nation has always rebuilt, and I know that we shall be stronger that before, because we have something that they others did not have."

"And what is that?

"Knowledge. And Trust. And a Leader who knows the difference between right and wrong. A Leader who has the ability to be mighty, as well as humble."

His eyes passed over the battlefield, landing on the figure of a small boy, who was impaled upon a flag. A lasting gesture of the fighting spirit from General Lance's own arm. The blood stained flag flew gently.

"We will rebuild Squall. But I do not know if I have the strength within me to lead a nation, imparticularly one with such internal struggle."

"The people shall rally under you," said Squall turning to the aged Commander, "Let the world know that Akadaka is no longer the torture house that it once was."

The Commander, his aging face was offset by a burning desire in his Blue eyes, "Yes Squall. We will rise, and we will see through this. But for now, we must cleanse the area of the dead. A fitting burial shall be thought of," and he walked into the battlefield, smoke enveloping his body, as he bent to pick up a young soldier, no older than his 24 year old son, from the battlefield.

Slowly, the Commander and Squall began to move soldiers to areas. Word was sent to local villages, cleaning up the destruction, of the event. They flocked to the last major battleground, an epic of destruction, where fighting became only hands, with machinery disabled. Slowly, the populace began to help the cleansing. The bodies were buried in a position that would be remembered, until the seas reclaimed their prize.

"Yes," Squall murmured, wiping the blood from his forehead, "Akadaka shall rise like the phoenix."

OOC: 'Tis in the right place, and it looks good, but unfortunately right now we don't have anything to react to as such ... perhaps if you posted something inviting international investment or some such? I don't know...

How do you start your own region in Nationstates

OOC: Well, someone else's IC thread isn't exactly the place for such a question, it belonging properly in Gameplay, but anyhows ... In the nation control sidebar to the left of your nation page you'll see your region; it's written in green. Clicking on that takes you to the page of the region you're in.

Up the top of the region page, above the list of the Top Ten nations, you'll see a link saying "Tired of life in <<regionname>>? Then move to a new region!" Clicking on the "move to a new region" link gets you to the appropriately named "change region" page.

Up the top is a "create a new region" link, and from there it should be self-explanatory.

OoC: Sorry, at the moment I am just setting a timeline, in which I shall build my culture...more than likely a RL day = NS year. So, yeah :)

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IC:

A year had passed since the Battle for the Hill, a battle which took the toll on the once prosporous nation. Little was left of the once mighty nation, having been internally fractured by the past leader, General Lance. Yet, putting aside past differences, of language, race, and for many, ancestral parentage, they had worked together to try and rebuild. Yet, with the former regime using their massive technological power to, suicidally, destroy their own, as well as their enemies, computer controlled equipment, using a powerful EMP pulse.

Sitting alone in his quarters, Squall overlooked plans for the re-creation of Akadaka's main icon, the massive airport of Khe Sahn.
"1 year...1 whole year," he said to himself, "the seeds have been planted, but where shall they lead?" he emersed himself back into the blueprints.

Squall had not wanted to take any part in the re-establishment of Akadaka's national policy, preferring to return to his farm, where his daughter was. He missed her terribly. Yet Commander Breeci was not to be denied. Showing a tenacity and determination that exceeded his years, he was adamant that Squall was to be part of the rebuilding process.

The familiar footsteps of Breeci came to the door. No longer were these footsteps of welcome. Not that Squall did not still respect the Commander, his respect for him had never diminished. It was that footsteps of a heavy nature at this ungodly hour of the morning could only mean one thing.

A rapping at the door confirmed Squall's fears.

"Squall," a voice called beyond the door, "are you awake?" the voice was tough, but somehow soft at the same time.

"No," replied Squall trying to immitate someone who was woken from a deep sleep, "my wake-up call is not for another 5 hours."

The door swung open, and there stood Commander Beeci. No longer preferring to dress in the military attire of the former regime, he now donned civilian attire, a look he preferred for his vision.

"Squall, my old friend," he walked over and embraced his old friend. "You never look a day older."

"Yes, but I feel as though I have aged 30 years, and my daughter," Squall always brought her up when he was in the presence of the Commander, a feeble attempt at reaching a strain of compassion with him, "must be missing me terribly, I have heard that our crop has been worse for wear, now that rationing of the water supply to Akadaka has been cut in half."

"A disappointing event, I am quiet aware, yet all is being made to contact our neighbouring nations, to open up Hydro-dams that our previous regime did not fight against, because the short-term monetary benefits outweighed, in their mind, the long-term prospects. The negotiations have been less than promising, with our neighbours holding Akadaka for ransom in return for our River Toohey."

The age in Beeci's eyes still did not show the age in his body, although still tough, the sands of time were catching up on him. Yet the fire was still there.

"And if the negotiations fail?"

Resignation of defeat flashed, albeit briefly, in the Commander's eyes. "If we are defeated, then we will have two options. To declare national bankruptcy, and plead with the UN for aid support, or, and this option may be the only option if all fall through, we declare war."

Squall looked at the Commander, and then hit him, although the act was not of insubordination, as Squall was never part of the army, it was nevertheless, an act that took Beeci by surprise.

"You intend to declare war! With what? The National Army of Akadaka is no longer living up to its name of Armed. We are lucky to have firearms, with only the military having only a small amount of weapons equally that of a local police station."

Rubbing the mark where Squall had hit him, Beeci replied, "That, my old friend, is where you come in."

"What in god's name are you up to?" said Squall, but the smile that he received from Beeci was all that he received, as the Commander turned on his heel and walked out, leaving Squall stunned.

After taking a few minutes to compose himself, he turned back to the blueprints of the Khe Sahn airport. And smiled, and said to himself, "Well, you really are a crafty old devil." And began pouring himself over the blue-prints again.

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Ooc: Forgive the amateurness, but I have never Rp-ed before.