NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This RP has a story behind, detailed here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13570729&postcount=34). In short, Southfar started this, and then he disappeared from NS Forums. I liked his idea, though, so, when the thread was close to being declared dead, I stepped in with the Germanistan Story and this thread as a starter. Please use this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=551600) for enrollments and discussions (this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=551600&page=3) being the last page of the thread)

This is the planet Eden-4, a colony of humanity. The colonists are refugees, which fled Earth for various reasons ranging from being simple criminals to wanting to establish a religious community outside Earth's sphere of power. Several decades ago, the planet underwent a large-scale terraforming project in the wake of which the colonists discovered a large underground facility the origin of which could not be confirmed. However, it was accidentally activated and had the apparent function of generating a field on the planet which "thinned" reality, effectively giving every consciousness within the field the ability to modify reality, though on a very limited scale, depending upon the mental capacity and training of the respective individual. The government of Earth was very interested in the facility and attempted to retrieve it. One way or the other, war ensues between Earth and Eden-4, and Earth, being light years away, luckily doesn't bring in its whole military power, but instead relies on a force of robots - which, being non-conscious, cannot use psionic abilities on the planet - and mercenaries from two nearby colonies, the highly capitalist Magera colony, which uses trickery and WMDs, and the Cormera colony, which is based on a medieval concept of honour and warrior culture, but a very FT concept of weaponry. The war goes on for awhile, but finally, the Edenites win against their opponents. The Cormerans die with honor, but the Magerans, being forced to retreat, pull one last dirty trick: With the last Mageran division leaving the orbit of Eden-4, a delayed-action Full-Spectrum Bomb detonates on the war torn continent of Southfar, the population center of the planet. This weapon overloads the entire EM spectrum, causing the death of millions of colonists and turning the green continent into a desert. It also has the long-term effect of disrupting the planet's central government and disabling wireless communication on the planet for the coming decades due to radiation lingering in the upper atmosphere. The weapon was originally designed to destroy the psionic field, but that is apparently what it did not do, because people retained their psionic powers on the planet. However, with its technological center collapsed, no government, many production facilities destroyed and no effective means of communication, the remaining colonists organized themselves in different groups, then nations. Communications, at least on the planet, were restored by 20th century-like wire-based communication systems and trained telepaths. However, the nations, once divided, distrustful of one another and are unlikely to be united again the near future.
Now, a more worrying effect kicks in: the male population of the planet is rapidly declining. Scientists have found that this is caused by the rapid deterioration of the Y chromosome, caused by the radiation load on the planet.
Amongst this chaos stands the organization SERAPH (no, this doesn't stand for anything), which, founded by Angela, a mysterious female super-psionic during the chaotic days after the bomb had devastated the planet, has retained most of the pre-war technology, including powered exoskeletons that are powered by their wearer's psionic powers. These exoskeletons, called Angel Suits, allow superhuman feats, such as flying, if piloted by a strong telepath.
SERAPH has two goals:
1) Find a way to stop the threatening extinction of Eden's inhabitants. The organization goes at length, not excluding cruel human experimentation, to find a cure.
2) Reunite the shattered nations of the planet to form one peaceful community like before the war.

Meanwhile, the Republic of Germanistan, one of the nations, goes on what appears to be a land grab, making use of its superior military power against its neighbors, weakened by the reduction in the male populace. Germanistan has retained a high male percentage because its Chancellor has allowed a group of Cormeran soldiers, who had crashed in the area at the end of the war, to live - in exchange for their military service.

In rapid succession, the nations of Java, Romera and, at the very beginning of the RP, Litovia, fall to the juggernaut. The reasons for Germanistan's sudden aggression, however, are far more complex than simply desire for power and resources - in a way, the Republic attempts to save Eden-4's population - they're just doing it in a totally different way to SERAPH.

I was there….
when the humans came to our land to “terraform”
-Base 14, I’m Digger 6: are you sure this is the place I was suppose to dig?
-Digger6, of course, why?
-It doesn’t dig properly, I have tensions in the drill, I’m proceeding very slowly and lately, I see no ground being ejected, although the dig keeps going down.

when the first digger discover the obelisk
-Base 0, this is Base 14, emergency!!
-Go ahead, Base14
-I have a digger that sinks along with the plateau
-Repeat that, Base 14!
-Oh my God, it felt! It felt!
when the humans at the terraforming site gathered around the deep hole that was once a plateau
-You killed him!
-Look, you moron. All the surveys showed this area was rocky all the way down.
-That’s a hole!!!
-I know that!!!
-Where’s that damn chopper
-Do you think he’s alive?
-…I saw him gentle sinking, with the ground. And then paf! Like a balloon that hold him and it collapsed.
when the humans entered the pit…
-Flyer2, permission to go deeper granted
-Roger, diving
Base, are you getting this? There’s a structure on the bottom.
-Is that an obelisk?
-A very thick one
Humans activated the machine…
-Please confirm that on top of the structure is our Digger
-Is him alright, and is burning…Base, I’m loosing lift
-What do you mean?
-I’m having trouble staying in the air, I’m being pushed higher and lower around top level
-Get out. Winds?
-Not quite, more like some sort of shield…. Oh, my head hurts so bad
-Flyer 2, get out.
-Can’t, the wings do not lift me, but I have problems with my muscles
-Go full engines
-Not enough
and the machine activated the world.
and I was there, in a tree right outside the pit, to see the psionic burst, to feel the awaking wave, to find sentience.
The tree snapped under the scream of the surrounding minds, interacting one’s thought with the other’s, loosing personality and installing madness. As the people around lost themselves into their own incapacity to deal with the new found gifts, the tree became pulverized itself and I flew right into the hole.

It didn’t had a name. Just a form. A projection. It’s palm held the roof around the obelisk for so long, but when the humans begun drilling their way in, it was hurt. For a moment the hand retracted, and everything that was above, came crushing down. The human machine’s landing broke it’s balance, it’s stability, and, as it struggled to defend against the second intruder, it really malfunctioned and exploded.
But it exploded inwards, all it’s power sent to the mechanism itself. A suicidal attempt to flee from discovery became a second malfunction, as the power surge was emitted through the obelisk. The whole world witnessed a new dawn, a new human, a new arm. The arm of the mind.
Some couldn’t cope. Some couldn’t make it work. Some harnessed it in different ways, from mind control to telekinesis, accordingly to each ones’ gene, mind or will. As for the machine itself, in that explosive moment, it became aware. It looked around, it leaped from mind to mind, from thought to thought. These where not it’s creators. These bipeds were intruders. These were destroyers, warriors, petty, ruthless…These… “humans” could not be left alive! to prowl!! to roam around the galaxy!!! They had to be destroyed!!!!!
And then I landed, screaming my pain and my fear and my lack of solid ground. As the machine got a hold of my presence, it scanned me and saw my Caretaker, Alia, the girl with the long hair, passionate of paint and fine music, the joy of the camp. A new type of human took shape inside’s this… thing’s…”mind”. These humans existed. There was hope. Not for everyone, but for one of the subspecies of these… “humans”. The females.
My new found conscience was being peeled of memories. It saw the humans through my mind. Not screaming for mercy, not evading another ones thought, but working, fighting, arguing, thinking. Men could have become artists and thinkers, and Caretakers.
If only they could become females.

As telekinesis got me above ground again, I looked back at the conscience carrying me. I saw it having a plan. It will require a lot of tempering with the humans and, through the power of each individual mind, with the genes. But it will be done. For now, the machine would dig a new cavity, behind the old one. Only the shell of the obelisk will stay on top, for human to discover, and to settle down. The rest would be really down, not to be tempered with again.
The humans, though, failed to keep up with the plan. They analyzed the obelisk, thought they discovered it’s purpose, and begun arguing what to do. Foreigners came to seek it’s usage, bringing war and destruction. The Mind was disgusted to see the violence, the waist of mental resources.
I was across the world when the Machine tracked me down and contacted me. I was informed that humans will be destroyed. I argued for the bipeds, as I grew fond of them. I said I’ll use my powers to help bring peace, as soon as the invaders will be out, and that will be soon. All in vain. The machine grew paranoid, it wanted everyone out.
And then it happened. Something detonated over the southern continent. Millions screamed in pain as they were obliterated. Millions others felt like going nuts for a second, but survived.

I cannot say what I felt. The Mind that was touching mine literary broke into millions of pieces, dissoluted in a world of thoughts. Over the years, through my travels, I discovered pieces of it, in individuals, waiting to make contact with other parts. I could not help them, as there was no part in me to link it.

But that made me wonder. Could I reunite all the parts of that entity? Could those parts be reunited in the southern continent, interlinked and make a whole again? And as the world around me got aware that the obelisk’s unfinished project went of-course and mutated the Y chromosome, I came to the conclusion that humanity’s only chance was to reunite the mind. Only it could, at it’s turn, use the power of each human’s mind over the body to repair what was done, if not for this generation, but for the next one. I’ll have to find them all, to bring them together, willingly or forcedly.
I’ll need an army to do that…
Germanistan’s army.

Geon sat quietly as the Litovian resistance leaders started arrive at the meeting hall. She looked at the leaders and thought "most of these will be dead within the year" noting how at least two third were the children of the now disposed Litovan nobles, with dreams of restoring there family name and honors. They get followers but rarely knew enough about resistance warfare to live long. The remaining third, they were a combination of scum, military and criminals. " these i can work with" she thought.

Alexia walked down the street her friends and colleges following her silently
"are we there yet?" one of them spoke up

"be quiet you fool have patience" she hissed as she stopped at a door
Knocking on the door she hopedd this was the right place
"they better be right other wise this would be the what fifth time we have missed those resistance members"
OOC: this was supposed to be the door to the post above your choice if i got the right one

A young pretty women stood up on a box at the end of the room and raised her arms until silence dominated. "I am Geon Pid, many of you will have heard of me as the freedom fighter on the javaern Islands others.."
Geon just let the women's voice drift over her head, the speech was largely meaningless fluff design to help her work out people by there reaction. While her proxy was talking she was studying the room, most of the youth were getting excited and starting to get loader, These Geon dismissed as unsuitable for anything but cannon folder, gruillra warfare was honerless and without glory and that all these children seem to want. There were three exceptions a ugly young man seemingly unmarked by the Y unraveling, he was shaking his head and muttering "fools" under his breath, the other two, twins by the look who was not listening to the proxy but studying the crowd. Geon slid some cards into the pockets of these three and then want to studying the remaining third. Only a few seem to be using this meeting as anything but a time to mock the nobles or to fight among them self. To these Geon also pickpocket the card into there clothes. Then Geon left the room, no one had notice her during all this due to her nack.

Geon smiled as she left the meeting room. She carded more then she thought she would. The card would help track there movement and hopefully help her get a effective resistance going on in Litva. Now if the misinformation worked, then hopefully a small percentage of the Germanistan force should be drawn into that trap she left downtown. Distant firing started. "Oh that earlyer then i expected."
OOC Kewen your following the misinformation (you chose how effective the trap is)

One sunny morning Chancellar Recklar’s escort was doing the daily routine of escorting the Germanistan Chancelar from his house in Aubringer Strasse to the Chancellery house in MaxPlanck. The war more then a decade ago destroyed Berlin, so the seat of Germanistan power moved to the second city, Bonn. From there, the then chancelar Makerlsen moved to Munchen, where the Big Boom and the end of the war found him. Germanistan could not afford building a New Berlin.
As the official delegation was turning to Maximilan Strasse, a cat leaped from one of the buildings. It flew through the air, but as it approached the presidential hood it lost speed, instead of gathering it. Defying gravitation, the cat gently landed on the slow-to-take-the-turn car.
The driver shit his pants. But the surrounding policemen didn’t notice anything. Much to driver’s surprise, they signaled to move along. The cat meowed.
-Open the rooftop.
-What?! Are you sure, sir?
-Open it, and let her in.
-Her? Like, the cat?
The driver complied. With a jump, the feline entered the car, and cuddled in the chancellor’s arms. The roof folded back.
-Drive, said the chancellor.

By the time the car reach the chancellery, all the germanistan generals were notified to report to the Chancellor immediately.
One hour later, the mayor of Munchen received a chancelarian request, to gather as many cats as possible.

-Gentlemen, Recklar's voice boomed into the room, we have gather here to discuss matters of grave importance. What you are about to hear is of outmost secrecy. Firstly, I have found out from very reliable source, that the Y chorosomes, the one that makes us males, is rapidly declining. The second, when the Big Boom happened, the great telepathic entity that created the telepaths was split in different personalities. We have to find them as many as we can, in order to recreate that consciousness. And third, we’ll have to keep this goal secret, because if any one else finds it, will go search for them ahead of us, and use them as weapons.


Ohh, I have failed. Oh, the humanity of what I have done. The most perfect plan of them all, brought to the knees because of one’s failure. Oh, mother, I have done worst then you and your chromosomes….

I went directly to the Germanistan chancellor, made him to gather his generals, and implanted my control deep into their brain…
-With the Secret Police, we'll start to create some movements
at the borders, some incidents, to justify war.
Or we'll just find a new need for land.
They responded to the goodwill of all this. They understood, gladly or forcedly, our mission.
-I have a friend who will help us
find these missing persons. He'll create a whole
army of these trackers.
Something no one would think of.
In one year the Germanistan army was on the move.
"The germanistan army crossed the border
today into Java. Our soldiers, and their cute cuddling
feline mascots, marched into war
for the Vaterland"
Oh, this went so wrong.
-You can’t broadcast this. This couldn’t have happened
-But it happened, sir, I was there.
Our soldiers butchered them like cattle.
My babies, may precious followers into this crusade to save humanity failed me deeply, as the animals they are. I thought I can pass my powers to my cubs. And I succeeded. Generations were bred, were trained by me, only to discover that they were not using their intellect, but their obedience. And once they went into combat and lost my contact they… malfunctioned. The mighty Germanistan army went into war, with subjugated commanders, with lieutenants following the orders of telepathic masters. But my cubs got scared, failed to listen, failed to understand. I gave them mental cloaks, so that no one would find their secret. I gave them mind control, to do my biddings, to guide the soldiers into battle. But I failed to give them mind, and heart, so they failed in their control… they failed miserably.
Instead of relaying orders, of inspiring troops, they gave contradictory orders, contradictory thoughts, contradictory influences. The mind of those in position of power lost control over their own minds, over their own principles. The human mind, the mind of a simpler soldiers, was not ready to receive this. My telepathic cats wreak havoc in the personality of my arm bearers.. They didn’t stop when the objective was acquired; they went hunting, like the cats would periodically. The soldiers didn’t stop when the enemy surrendered; like a cat, it had to play with the prey.
Murders, evisceration, bone-breaking contests, rapes….
I thought that my specie was the chosen one. I thought that the telepathy made us smarter, I thought that the telepathic blossom that touched mankind, it sparkled intelligence into me because of the specie. I thought that if I will enlighten an army of cats, I will spark in them the same intelligence that was sparked in me. Instead, I found one that the intelligence only found me because I was the closest one to it.
I’m not special by birth. I’m only the cat that fell from the tree directly into the obelisk’s hole.