NationStates Jolt Archive

While the Confederacy was immersed in political strife, it did not mean in any way that the Allaneans would not continue what they were best at. Random, locust-like, exploration and exploitation. The new step would be Midna Ceti, a former Mindsetti colony, abandoned years ago as the mined resources became utterly uneconomical.

Allaneans, however, had different priorities. They wanted the system not for its resources, but for living space. As a nation obsessed with low population density, with laws that actually served to encourage urban sprawl, Allanea constantly seeked out new places to colonize. And Midna Ceti was there, a gift to the Allaneans from the Mindsetti.

First, a Cloud of Navy corvettes burst into the system from hyperspace, and began to scan the planets of the system with long-range FTL scanners. Several things were discovered, some beneficial, some not.

On one hand, the athmosphere was breathable – provided by a plague of unedible, genetically engineered algae that covered the seas. This meant terraforming would be minimal at best.

On the other, the planet was strip-mined by the Mindsetti – and possessed no useful resources. It was not good for agriculture – except for closed-system hydroponics – and it was not good for mining. Any profits would have to come from harvesting resources from nearby uninhabitable worlds - and it would take perhaps centuries before the planet itself became useful.

Still, it would make certain sense to set up hom here.

The Hughies – or, rather, the strange things that used to be Hughies at one point – turned and went for home, having discovered all they needed to do. For the next step, private companies would have to be contracted.

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Kevin Nivensky’s Offices, Allanean Arms, Inc.

“What? Midna Ceti? What do they expect me to do? Are they all slani assholes out there? I refuse to… what? Fifty billion-dollar Cognressional development grant… yes, I’m listening.”

He smiled as he began to note down what he was about to do.

Within fifteen days, Allanean Arms freighters were already busy collecting a very simple artifact from Allanean cities all over Sol.

Fifty thousand tons of human and animal fecalia were collected and ferried to Midna Ceti, where they were spread out across select areas of the planet.

* * * * * *

CLO’s offices, Allanean Pharmaceuticals, Inc.

“Haha. An island on Midna Ceti? What the hell we’re going to do with it? The entire planet is worthless… ah. A laboratory. That is indeed a good idea, don’t want the competitors to know. What is the condition you say? That we seed the island with organic fertilizer and some stupid plants that can take hold there? And that’s it?. Hell, I’m up for it now!”

And so it went.

(ooc is this open? would be a good platform for ic first contact)

OOC: It's really intended more of a developement thread. If you want to do a first-contact thing in a separate thread, contact me through telegrams.

More and more supplies poured into Midna Ceti, and the population began slowly to increase. It became a hub for Allanea’s booming software industry, her research facilities and perhaps most surprisingly her movie industry. None of those needed any natural resources to speak of, and so flourished gladly on Midna Cetian soil. Of course, it was required that any who received homesteads would drop fertilizers on them – but that was cheap and most people understood the benefits.

In the meanwhile, other Allanean colonies grew. On Mars-B, colonists turned the North Pole into a fishing colony, where salmon and mutated sea bass were grown. Caviar of all stripes – black, red, and even blue – was grown and exported, and all over the Greater Prussian Empire one could order a full can of it.

And the Confederacy was improving its reach. At Egeruo, the Dohwar homeworld, docks and facilities were beginning to be built for five thousand Hughie Mk. II corvettes and ten thousand fighters. More ships! More docks! More colonies! was the battlecry.

Midna Ceti was now firmly Allanean land – even though so far it only had one hundred thousand inhabitants. Film studios were built, and game producers looked for Midna Ceti as a place to write the newest version of Gravship Pilot Extreme in peace and quiet.

But of course, Midna Ceti was not the only venue of growth for the Confederacy. Allaneans hated cramped living conditions. Every new habitat, every new colony, every new living place was needed and welcome by the Confederate government and by its voters. Thus, when the engineers at Allanean Arms, Inc., came up with the prospect of building Bernal Spheres for human habitation. Immediately, from the cities and suburbs of Allanea came requests for pre-orders.

A few months later, the base was built for three Bernal Sphere settlements to be placed in the asteroid belt of Sol. Suddenly, the Confederacy woke up to the prospect of space colonies - and grasped at it with great enthusiasm. The three Bernal Spheres were not even ready yet, and all the living place on them was already either sold, or rented out.

And already, Allanean Arms engineers were looking at new designs of habitats for the Allaneans…

And so, two of the habitats were launched – all places in them sold out – to hover in the asteroid belt of Sol. The Confederacy has not stopped at that – and plans to create Island-Three type colonies where already being floated around. In the meanwhile, Midna Ceti was attracting colonists of a new kind – the military.

A fleet base was under construction on the planet, and an entire Cloud of Hughie Mk II ships was being relocated to the area. The multicolored ships – that would have probably made the designers of the original Hughies scream in abject horror – came into normalspace with blinding flashes somewhere at the outer rim of the system, moving slowly towards the main world.

The Congressional planners smiled as they viewed the hyperspace broadcasts of this event – they knew that this would bring a new wave of growth to the planet. The military establishment would create new job opportunities, new infrastructue, new life.

Allanean Arms, feeling the wave of colonisation spirit, began making and selling small craft similar in application to Wazzu-made Freebooter vehicles, filling the asteroid belts of both New-Idaho and Sol with Allaneans of varying descent and sanity. Caravans of Allanean Arms cargo ships moved out towards Midna Ceti, carrying supplies for their new factory there.

While producing automobiles in orbit of Midna Ceti’s gas giants didn’t mean much financially, the gained goodwill for the corporation would be another boost in Allanean Arms, Inc. profits – and that, after all, was what this was all about.

OOC: I would object to Allanea using Wazzu vehicles at this time because Wazzu is currently under a strict quarentine (not to mention so many have died that the ships aren't being made at the moment). However, I won't.

Instead, I will object to Allanea using Wazzu vehicles as a matter of principle.

Some days ago, he requested we RP together (somewhere). I told him that for IC and OOC reasons, I was not prepared to do that. He didn't take well to my words, and I tried one more time to tell him in no uncertain terms that I did NOT want to RP with him at the time. For the second time, he spewed back messages of resentment and flaming, in one of which telling me that he had now ignored messages from my account.

Not wanting to downplay his reputation, I didn't speak about it to the NS community as a whole. But now he is including my nation's name as a tool for advertising, and that I can not let stand.

For anyone RPing with Allanea, please disconsider anything Wazzuian he places in his "RPs". They do not exist, as as far as I am now concerned, neither does he. I appologize to everyone for this OOC message and for taking the Troll bait (which can lead to no good), I felt it was necessary to inform everyone where most applicable.

OOC: Noting separately no flaming [or at least not intentional flaming] was present in said telegram, I edit my previous post to [hopefully] everyone's satisfaction.