NationStates Jolt Archive

(The original pieces of this RP are scattered on outside forums, although there might be some parts of it in this board. Even though, the originals were lost after the board change)


"Lord Mordenkainen, shall we?" Asked the man dressed in a yellow lab coat, while slightly bowing his bald head to the Supreme Arcanist and extending his arm to the center of the monitor room. The room, wide and semi circular, was poorly lit by a few lights connected to emergency generators; the station's own power had yet to be activated. The lights, located on their backs, projected long shadows over the dormant computer command systems, that awaited to be instilled with power.

Mordenkainen nodded, with a broad smile on his bearded face "Indeed we shall, my good Odemond" And he began walking to the indicated place, followed by his closest counselor, Bigbi, who could not stop inspecting every inch of the room, both amazed and disgusted by this technological behemoth. Next to and behind them, two hovercameras recorded every step they made, and sent the signal back to Earth and Mars, where citizens of the Federation would watch this event after a day had passed. Everyone was expectant at what would happen. Even though previous tests had been made, anything could fail at this point, and put the project as the laughing target of the Federation.
He reached the main control pannel. All the lights were off, and the many screens just showed a flat black surface. He made a short pause, and smiled at both cameras. He had become used to this communication technology during the late years after the Awakening, and he actually liked it. Much more efficient and less power consuming than his magic. After doing so, he turned to the control pannel, and inserted a green keycard. A small pad opened before him, and Odemond entered a code. He indicated Mordenkainen to press the red button next to the keycard hole. He did.

A deep humming sound slowly grew from the core of the massive station. It grew louder and louder, until it seemed that it would engulf every other sound. A sudden wave of static energy made everyone feel strange for a few seconds, but it passed away. Once the sound reached it's loudest point, where voices could barely be heard, it stoped all of the sudden. Lights instantly went on, illuminating the monitor room. All the screens erupted in a cascade of colorful images. One of them caught the attention of the cameras: A large spherical body appeared surrounded by much smaller orbs. It's surface was illuminated by millions of tiny lights that scattered around large dome-like lens of bluish glass, with patches of glimmering blue and green showing up beneath the crystal. At the bottom, a pale yellowish source of light -the Sun- gave a contrast to the picture. The artificial planetoid turned slowly over it's axis, allowing the timid star to bath it's surface with sunlight.

The crowd inside the room bursted into applauses and exclamations of victory. The Sisgardian Omeldor-1, the largest project ever undertaken by the Sisgardian Fellowship of Nations, was now complete, and alive. Literally.

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But perhaps not entirely completed. It was functional, but empty. It would have to pass some time before it became truly finished, as the hub it is intended to be. The home of many, the midway stop of others, a point to start new quests, or to end them. A place of commerce and social interaction, a middleground for much to take place in.

The Omeldor-1 is a massive station. It's one thousand kilometers wide sphere, self supportive, with capacity to docens of billions of inhabitants. Hundreds of large domes, that can recreate any atmosphere and climate imaginable, lie scattered across it's surface. Each of these domes is fifty kilometers wide and six hundred meters tall, covered in a perfectly clear cupola of superresistant luminium, that offers protection from the hazards of space while granting a perfect view of the stars. Inside the domes, various terrains can be recreated, to satisfy the specific needs of different kinds of population; a dome can hold a pine forest at the edges of a lake, or tranquil plains of green grass doted with hills. The terraforming capacity, added to powerful taraskovyan ECTOS biotechnology, allow for the domes to be truly small patches of any possible world. Around each dome lie twelve leves, that circle the perimeter of the dome. In these levels lies the population, effectively getting an equal share of the dome's open spaces.
Orbiting the artificial planetoid are several minor satelites, called Utility Moons and Battle Moons. These five kilometers wide spheres hold facilities for docking, transitive cargo, passenger arrivals and departures, ship construction and repair, communications, detention and protection, among many other. Each one of them is effectively capable to sustaining itself, with independant power sources and administration, although always directly overseen by the station's main command.
Thanks to it's location in the Kuiper Belt,, in the outer rim of the Sol System, the Omeldor-1 will be open to corporations, merchants and nations who wish to perform commercial activities, both directed to the station's own population or to another location, such as other star systems. Permanent starlane gate technology is implemented in the station, to offer direct access to far away places. Upon need, the network can be enhanced to encompass new destinies. The very station is expected to become quite a market on itself, being a crusible of many nations and cultures, sumed to the large amounts of population that it is able to hold within.
The Omeldor-1 is based on a complex biocontrolling system known as the Corpus. This is a highly advanced system that allows for a single semi-sentient being to keep up with every single need of the station, from the air purification systems to the structural stress of the hull. The Corpus is safely held under control by a powerful magitech system that impedes it from taking unordered actions and compromising the safety of the Omeldor-1.

One of the main goals of this project is for it to become a hub for space activities, and a neutral ground for various nations. Although controlled by the Sisgardian Fellowship of Nations, the ideal behind this is for the voice of everyone involved with the Omeldor-1 to be heard. Thus, in the near future, the mechanisms for any nation, corporation or group of interest to join this project (in many ways, such as providing services, installing comercial franchises, stablishing trade routes, migrating population, using it's support facilities, ordering ship construction, among others) will be given to the public.


//OOC: As said, the idea behind the Omeldor-1 is to become a hub for different nations to participate in. In the near future, we will release the system through which each nation can participate, for this is expected to become not a thing of a few, but a roleplaying possibility for many. If you have questions or comments, please feel free to make them. Some nations will be contacted directly.
Further details on the Omeldor-1 will be given soon.

Katsumi looked over the whole thing. For some reason, it didn't feel quite... Right. She was here, organising minor things, observing the way the Angstian contributions worked... Yet, she wasn't at earth, where the civil war was raging.

Aside from that, she wasn't too fond of magic. It was something she knew existed, but it was also something she couldn't comprehend. DA was all about technology. Combination of all that can be explained with physics, chemistry, biology. With mathmatics.

And this was how The Technocratic Republics had been. However, things had changed, and not in her favour. Really not in her favour.

She sighed. For now, she couldn't change anything. For now, she would have to deal with it.

Despite being incapable of trusting the magic employed by FTR. For her, it was a potential threat. Something she didn't understand, and something that could go and run amok at any time. Yet, for now, she had to represent (Potential) Angstian interests as good as she could. Which was the problem. She had no basis for the 'good' part. She was little more than a beggar.

She would have to see. For now, she would need to keep her depressions contained.

The Utility Moon NH2-U1 Ostarthor was instilled with activity. The five-kilometer wide satellite remained on statical orbit around the Omeldor-1's northern pole, and it was the target of the first incoming ship, the one that would give a go to the migration process. One hundred million humans would arrive within the next eight years, the first wave of inhabitants, assigned by the Technocratic Republics. Half of them would come directly from Earth, while the other fifty millions would come from the Federation's martian colony.
The first transport ship, the Dragaroth, was soon to reach port, and with it, fifty thousand souls would arrive and pour into the world station. It was not a large amount compared to the Omeldor-1's capacity, but it still required a perfect logistic preparation in order to allow smooth movement and placing of the population. Ten small shuttles, with capacity for a thousand passengers, were ready to transport people from the moon to the world station. Once there, they would be sent to their respective locations. Eight domes -each one capable of granting home to up to twelve million inhabitants- had been assigned to the Technocratic Republics' population, all of them located in the norther pole of the Omeldor-1. Although for a good while only the first of these domes would be used -named the Zigastor Dome-, preparations were being held on the other seven domes, in order to detect and fix any possible problem that may arise. The Zigastor Dome had been previously prepared to emulate the climate and terrain of the region that originally covered the surround of the city of Zigastor -from there the name-, a cool, verdant valley of tall grass and hills that sank into a calm sea. On Earth, the environment had since ages old been covered by sprawling cities and undermined by subterranean structures, to the point of disappearing. Many of the new arrivals would be able to see and feel a natural environment for the first time in their lives. Whether or not populate the dome with the natural animals of said region was an issue still under discussion, since it was not very clear how would the population react before such creatures.

The Omeldor-1 had become a blessing to many of the Federation's inhabitants, who looked for a place to live that did not contain endless towers above a metallic ground that replaced all forms of nature. It was not entirely natural, true, at least not in principle, but the world station offered a place to start again as well, as there would be plenty of work and opportunities for them to take. It would be a new world, with new faces and new ways of life. Yes, they would enjoy living in the Omeldor-1.

"I must say that I find the idea of living inside a sphere of metal simply preposterous" Commented the Countess Cathalina of Idia to her husband, Count Alador, while she gazed through the spaceship's window. The massive world station stood there, a few hundreds of miles ahead, looking imposing like a planet.

The Count placed his old hand on Cathalina's "My dear, we have lived encased within metal since the days we were born. You will not note the difference" He laughed below his voice while he spoke.

The Countess gave Alador a reproving look "But then we had no danger of going outside. This is in the middle of space, of nowhere. What if the domes suddenly break? I won't be able to live peacefully in this place"

"This station is the most advanced piece of machinery ever devised by our nation, Cathalina, and our nation has devised quite amazing things. There is no danger within it" The Count opened both his eyes widely "Furthermore, there is a beautiful palace awaiting for us, surrounded by green hills and forests. Did I tell you how impressive is the terraforming technology implemented within the Omeldor's domes? There is even a river that will cross through the landscape close to our palace!"

"Yes, Alador, you have said that many times" Cathalina desisted from her complains. He would not take the idea out of his stubborn husband's head. Alador was a man carried by his ideas. And she had been carried with his last one. The Federation wanted to promote public interest on the world station by sending some nobles to live on it, and Alador had offered to do so. At least the Gorgorads had accepted to come as well, and they would be living in a palace next to theirs, so she would have someone to gossip with.
Many more noble families had decided to move to the Omeldor-1, all of them granted palaces in the terraformed areas of the domes. Living among natural life was also something that concerned her. He had been in a forest before, when Alador took her for a vacation trip to Taurenor, and she was not sure of liking them. The dirty ground and strange odors of such places made her nervous. But she would have to adjust. Yes, at least the Gorgorads were going too.

The Pathbreaker sat in a high 'orbit' quietly observing the scene. Several largeish transport ships had returned form the central Craftworld and sat in a small cloud around it.

Ja'annis sat on a central chair in the bridge, it was the helmsmen seat, the place smelled a bit acrid from being almost three weeks space born. She held her chin in her arms and cast a distanful look at the central reed outs, showing holographic overlays of the craft world, it relevant information and pages of scrolling numbers indicating the gravimetric field flux.
“still nothing comhairleoir Tolin, the algorithms indicate more gamma repetitions then we had expected, it will probably need replacing in two to three billion years.”
“how long until we can legally get out of here?”
“well they still have about four hours to allocate us any new tasks. I don't think they will though.”
“make the calculations for the jump to Yagdrassil as soon as it is honorable to do so. This place makes me nervous, the Federations new 'management'...”
“Siosma – they wield the same forces as the Tuatha and the Druids”
“Ancients protect us”
“Your beginning to sound like a Tarra-born”

They waited and watched, relaying some alternate angles on the information which the Federation was providing.

The Dragaroth docked gently in one of the many piers of the NH1-U1 Ostarthor moon. Supreme Arcanist Mordenkainen and High Arcanist Bigbi, along with a host of important figures that participated in the world station's construction, awaited inside the reception building. The place had been specially decorated with an ancient federal style, with large banners of red, black and blue, featuring different kinds of phoenixes. They awaited the first ship of permanent inhabitants of the Omeldor-1, and such an event required their attendance.
It was not a real problem for Mordenkainen, who had come to like the world of technology, after working against it for so long before the Endless Slumber. This particular piece of technology -better said, magitechnology- certainly had him interested. He enjoyed with speculation of how unique things can the arts of magic and sciences create together.

They all followed the ship's slow movement as it maneuvered toward the pier. Two large mechanical arms extended to get a grab of the ship, so it would remain safely docked. Several conducts extended toward the ship, opening the way for the passengers to walk down the transport. The process would take long. There were fifty thousand persons inside that ship, after all.

The hall was crowded. Despite the efforts of the elevator's workers, getting that many people at the same time in the same place was difficult to handle. And not only here. With three ships departing at the same, the other two space elevators were having similar problems. Apparently, someone up in the line had been short sighted and oversaw this issue. But they had it in hands, and now they would have to find someway to fix it and get all that people on orbit as soon as possible. The shipping schedule was tight.

Each elevator was capable to pulling up as much as 300 people every two hours, and a trip to the orbital station would take about three days, so it would take about seven days to get the fifty thousand passengers in orbit. Since they would be boarding the Mitthrim as soon as they got up there, there should be no cloggings. It was yet to be seen how efficiently they would work in the orbital docks, but that was not their problem.

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Similar problems were occurring in Mars. However, there was a bit more difficult, since the space elevator was located far away from the federal lands. After boarding on long maglev trains, the passengers were sent toward Sunset's territory, where the space elevator had been built with their permission. This made the process very slow, although it had the advantage of less people crowding the elevator's landing station at the same time. The ship Hithion awaited in martian orbit, docked to the elevator's upper station. Once fully boarded, it would depart, and arrive at the Omeldor in little more than a year. By then, several other ships would have begun their journeys as well. After all, only Chasma Dominia, the Federation's martian colony, was going to contribute with fifty million colonists.

XYZ AU away

Malcolm Bergen grinned as he looked at the main screen of his ship. It was neither battleship nor a merchant, but an SSUV, a small, yet overpowered vessel build to sustain a family or to enrich a surveyor by being capable to find and haul cargos far, far greater than itself in size. The internals had living space the size of a normal country house, enough for very comfortable living for a small family. It was intentionally done so, in following with Kirill Nivensky’s vision of space being nothing but a new, eternal frontier – and the SSUV’s as nothing but new setlter’s wagons.

“Hey, Martha!” – he called out to his wife. Martha Bergen was always sceptical about this journey, but here they were, with an uranium-rich asteroid hitched to their ‘ship’. “I told ya I was right! Them bastards did get Omeldor working, they did!”

Martha blinked, unwilling at first to concede her husband’s point. But internally, she was happy, as it meant they didn’t need to haul their ship all the way back to Mars to find a buyer for the rock they were lugging – rather, they could just look for one on the monster-station.

“Oh well, honey… let’s go there, then.”

The Security Command of the B-B2 Hedothion battle moon saw the small hauler craft approaching, and they had the monitors and scanners centered on it. They were waiting to see if the ship had intentions of approaching the Omeldor-1, or was just passing by through the sector.
The preliminary scans showed that the ship carried a full asteroid through space, asteroid composed by carbon, but with large amounts of uranium within it.

"They could be space wreckers, bringing the asteroid close enough to impact the station" Noted one of the men in charge of monitoring the ship.

The Security Chief, Abnanond, shook his head "I don't thing a ship that small has the capabilities of throwing that rock at us"

The monitor raised an eyebrow "Well, they are pulling the asteroid with that small ship, so..."

"Pulling is not the same as throwing. I think they are just on a visit. Perhaps they have some kind of problems with the ship" He gave a step toward the monitor "Send a request for information. Ask for their reasons of visit. If they need help, we are here to provide it"

The monitor nodded, and sent the call "Unidentified haul ship, please report ID and reason of the visit. This is the Omeldor-1 Security Command. Unidentified haul ship, please report ID and reason of the visit"

“Yee-Ha!” – cried Bergen – “Listen, Martha! They’re askin’ bout the cargo! That means they might buy it from us! Yes! We did it!”

“Wait, honey,” – replied Martha coldly. “I didn’t hear anything about buying it yet.”

Good day, Y’all! This is the good ship Princess Charming, and we’re a-haulin’ a cargo of delllicious uranium ore to that fancy ole space city you got built there. Know anyobody who wanna buy it? – he didn’t actually talk that way, but Bergen had installed a voice and accent sinthesizer that made such phrases out of his regular messages.

The Taraskovyan side, starting with the Grand Duchy and ending by the Federation, participated to the greatest possible extent in the creation of Omeldor-1(armament, resources, knowledge, et cetera) and even went to an unprecedented step – release a ‘secure’ version of the ECTOS technology into the open, to be used by SFN allies and by other potential inhabitants. The new ‘market edition’, featuring a myriad of various security protocols was truly safe for use by a non-Taraskovyan (the ‘market edition’ having its ceiling set at Evo II level) without the Taraskovyans having to fear that their technology would be stolen. Special measures guaranteed that it would not be possible to breed new ECTOS entities, to use the existing ones in military means, et cetera. Of course, those nations that did not wish to see any ECTOS entities around their domes were free to order the greenery out and replace it with whatever they wanted.

As of the Taraskovyan presence proper, apart from the technical crew, the security personnel, the administrative personnel, the Federation would be represented by, for the time being, of approximately twenty million colonists that volounteered to “start a new life between the stars!” Most of them fleeing the Metropoly and its everlasting urban combats between rival factions. For the time being, three domes were reserved by the Federation, in different parts of the craftworld. The Kshas-Loith, the Novy Sad and the Svetogor.

[OOC: More to come later, naturally. ]

"They wish to sell us the entire asteroid?" Commented the monitor to Abnanond, who nodded.

"Well, it is a uranium-rich asteroid, and it isn't like we get to find many of those around here. Plus, we are far enough from the Fatherland to have a continuous supply of it. I will contact the Merchant Command about this"

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"Very interesting" Noted Merchant Command Chief Euroth, who spoke through the holointercommunicator "An uranium rich asteroid might be very well received by the Combine's representative. As far as I have knowledge of, they have several products that could benefit from this. Let me consult this with Head Representative Olastor"

About ten minutes later, the holointercommunicator turned on again. The long, pale and bony face of the Merchant Command Chief appeared adorned by a broad smile full of yellowish teeth "I have spoken with representative Olastor, and he told me that the people from Zicodia Techs might be interested in the asteroid. So, if possible, request this ship to dock in the station, so a survey team from the FBC can check the asteroid's composition in more detail"

Abnanond nodded "Very well, Euroth. I will..." He turned to one of the men at the monitors "Which one is the closest moon to the ship?"

"The B-U1 Arannurath, sir" Answered the man.

Abnanond turned back to the holointercommunicator "They will be sent to the Arannurath utility moon. Tell the FBC crew to move there"

The Merchant Command Chief seemed pleased "I shall. My thanks, Abnanond" And the communication was closed.

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"Princess Charming, this is the Omeldor-1 Security Command. You have been granted clearance to dock in the B-U1 Arannurath utility moon. We are sending the coordinates and docking permissions to you as we speak. There you will be met by an appraise team"

Yee-haw! – Bergen shouted, the SSUV performing a beautiful dive towards the Arannurath, the bright, red shape of the craft sparkling in the starlight, the oversized rock following. – We did it, Martha! We deeeee-id it!!

From Omeldor-1, it would seem momentarily that thte SSUV was like a space-borne version of a whale, performing a mating jump for the benefit of none but the stars themselves and the beautiful depth of space, whose beauty may perhaps never be felt, but by those who have been there for a while.

Once, twice, thrice it passed near by the station, spinning around it to slow itself down gradually. Then, finallu, it began to lower towards the surface of the service moon. Soon, it would touch down in it’s docking bay.

Hey y’all, that’s Princess Charming all over again, can y’all tell us where we can deck to this ol’ station, there? – technically, Bergen could have found the docking bay himself. But it would have been too much trouble, and mistakes were always possible. When in doubt, he thought, always call Information. That’s what they are paid for anyway.

Oh. Here’s the dock coordinates. Thank you, buddies. Don’t know what we would really be doing without you fellas. Prolly lugging this ol’ rock all the way to Deimos or some such… so thank you for everything.

Slowly - in space terms – the Princess Charming descended towards the dock, it’s bloated cargo not far behind. Bergen didn’t suspect, but he was making history –he was making the first deal signed by an Allanean citizen with Omeldor inhabitants. Few would remember his name – but then, how many people in our ignorant days know who Leif Eirikson was? Or Sam Houston? Or Wiliam Penn? Bergen would now become equally important, historically, to those men – or at least had the chance to. The face of te Allanean Space Frontier was about to change forever.

The commission sent by the FBC to survey the asteroid awaited in the docking area of the Arannurath, behind large and thin windows of luminium. They witnessed how the Princess Charming approached the utility moon, pulling with the large piece of astral rock behind it.
After being contacted by the Merchant Command Chief, the representative committee of the FBC within the Omeldor-1 agreed to buy the asteroid. One of the represented companies, Zicodia Techs -one of the largest corporations affiliated to the FBC- was particularly interested in the large quantities of uranium held within the rock, which could grant a welcomed boost to their production activities, which were just starting to activate in the world station.

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A small monitor craft took the survey group to the asteroid. From a short distance, their multiple sensors would scan the whole body of the space rock and determine exactly how much of what composed it, in order to determine the value around which to negotiate. In any case, they could not look to eager to buy it, or otherwise the crew of the Princess Charming would be leaned to ask more in return of the rock.

In any case, Euroth of Carpathia, chief of the Merchant Command, was very exited by this event, since it could signal the beginning of a healthy -and profitable- commercial relation with space-borne groups or individual, such as the case of the Princess Charming. He would be congratulated for this deal, so he will make everything possible for the FBC to accept the deal, even if it meant an initial decrease of the revenues. A successful transaction here could mean the difference between a good and a bad reputation as a commercial and trade nexus of this region of space.

OOC: I don’t know neither the good price for uranium nor the size of the ‘roid. I’ll just assume Bergen got himself a moderately ‘good’ deal.

IC:

Several hours later, the Princess Charming has detached from the huge station. Take-off has been notably easier that the incoming maneuvers, since it no longer had an asteroid to weigh it down. The small, slender craft spend around the service station in what seemed to be a small-scale slingshot maneuver, then shot itself out itself into space.

Even as it was speeding away from the station, Bergen was already talking to one of his friends about it.

Yo, Harvey!

- Yeah, Mike, what’s rolling’?
- Well, don’t tell anybody yet, but I got a good deal for uranium. They finally got that Omeldor thing built, so there’s more clients now than I can possibly deal with. So you go do it, pal. Just don’t tell anybody, don’t want everybody and his little sister disturbing the market.
- Sure, Mike, no problem. I’ll be on my way there with a rock then.

Euroth of Carpathia didn’t know it, but within days, every rock harvester on an Allanean ship knew – Omeldor was the place to peddle your ‘roids. Bergen has made history.

The Pathbreaker noted the departure of the Princess Charming The less traveled of the tarrans on board found the idea of selling a rock to be quite amusing.
Ja'annis had spent the long hours pacing the bridge of the ship, she had sat in every chair on the ship save for the captain, she had scanned the message buffers of the communications system until the relays had began complaining of over strain, waiting for permission to return home.
A communication was received, but it was not the one she was looking for.
“seanaadóir, a long range transmission has been sent from the tree to the craftworld. It is a trivial diplomatic matter but contains coded fragments meant for us”
she sighed, “This cant be good”


Standing orders revoked,
new orders:
maintain possession and insure clear PTH
comply with all orders from Teo or Sihlbhar Treeborn-Ennis


No one who knew her regarded Ja'annis as the most stable of people, many of the bridge staff had already found an excuse to leave the immediate area and buissey themselves elsewhere, one officer, so convinced of Ja'annis's psychosis and had to 'correct an error in his consuls wiring' and now trembled, under his control surface trying to look buissey among the synapses and sub displays of the components of his workstation.
But despite her reputation, Ja'annis simply walked off the bridge and into the adjoining rest cabin. Shortly accompanied by an audible sigh of relief and conspiritory mummers from the remaining crew.

Euroth was pleased with the deal they managed to strike. It was not much; just a big pile of rock and raw uranium, that would be put to good use, but nothing too flashy. But it could mean the start of a healthy relationship based on business. There was bound to be more people willing to trade with the world station. They just needed to discover its true value.

The asteroid would be sent to the Barbagh Asteroid Field, main location for the mining operations of the Federal Business Combine. The refining station of Muthmagh would process the uranium and send it back to the Omeldor-1, where it would be put to use of many industrial and utilitarian activities. Some of it was also expected to be derived for weaponry ends. And considering the massive amount of armament required to fully equip the world station, Euroth expected quite large amounts of uranium to be needed in the short term. Yes, a very healthy business relation was to be expected.

And not only on directly industrial business could the Omeldor-1 find business. The population was expected to surpass the one hundred and fifty million inhabitants in less than five years, and that was a very moderate judging. Once fully populated, the world station would become a massive market of over ten billion people; quite a pie for anyone seeking business.

Now he would have to return to work: Franchises. They were expected to be released soon to the public light, so corporations from everywhere will be able to take a piece of that pie.

OOC: Got green from FTR and Taurenore to post this.

IC:
Official Release from the United States of Allanea

Due to ordinary population growth, desire to have access to new, bigger, and better markets, general desire of finding more places for our people to live in, we would like to secure ten habitation domes for use by the Allanean people. While we are aware that in the past, inhabitants of the Omeldor station have been opposed to Allanean habitation of the domes, we hope that today, the opinion of the inhabitant nations has changed.

As such, we hope that Allanean investment will reinvigorate the domes of Omeldor 1 and allow for general improvement of the economy of the Station. As Taurenore is no longer exploiting their domes, perhaps these would be the best for us to move into.

We remain sincerely yours,
The Allaneans.

Signed by Pyotr Kluchevsky
Allanean Ambassador to Tarasovka.