Duztikki
16-11-2004, 08:21
The weather was atrocious here. Only the furtherest in power and the rich resided in the lands, where the wind did not whip.
The altered camels moved across the land, barely dragging the carts behind them. Each child, man and woman wore a Face mask. Protecting them from the sand, and the unbreathable air. A chemical mixture so vicious, that it would kill creatures in less then 8 seconds.
The wildlife had adapted. The scientists in this area knew the Chemical mixture, but did not fiddle. They were a poor nation. Not rich enough to even afford to trade almost.
For now, they were a Dictatorship. The man on the top, frowning below upon all of them. His name, was a unique name. It was, Ruger Duztikki, the Third. This nation was upon it's first generation. A military coup having rendered it from it's dictators before. The dictators that endorsed Slave trade and didn't even live on the planet.
This land, would survive. The trade of the Credit would be higher then every nation. So, Ruger hoped.
====Inside the Office of Ruger Duztikki.====
The man gazed upon the land before him. The barren sand-wasted land. Most of the complexes that resided above ground, were having to be countinally fixed. They needed new solar panels in some land. The sun was burning up the land.
They had to drill for water each day. It was horrible. Hopefully, they would have a higher trade amount soon.
They contacted other planets. Hoping to strike up trade each day. The man running foreign affairs was pitiful.
Ruger then looked over his pile of papers, calling up his secetary to take them away. This land must survive, was his only thought. He was forced to help.
Someone....help this pitiful nation.
OOC: Just thought I'd made a introduction. If the mods wish, they can move this.
The altered camels moved across the land, barely dragging the carts behind them. Each child, man and woman wore a Face mask. Protecting them from the sand, and the unbreathable air. A chemical mixture so vicious, that it would kill creatures in less then 8 seconds.
The wildlife had adapted. The scientists in this area knew the Chemical mixture, but did not fiddle. They were a poor nation. Not rich enough to even afford to trade almost.
For now, they were a Dictatorship. The man on the top, frowning below upon all of them. His name, was a unique name. It was, Ruger Duztikki, the Third. This nation was upon it's first generation. A military coup having rendered it from it's dictators before. The dictators that endorsed Slave trade and didn't even live on the planet.
This land, would survive. The trade of the Credit would be higher then every nation. So, Ruger hoped.
====Inside the Office of Ruger Duztikki.====
The man gazed upon the land before him. The barren sand-wasted land. Most of the complexes that resided above ground, were having to be countinally fixed. They needed new solar panels in some land. The sun was burning up the land.
They had to drill for water each day. It was horrible. Hopefully, they would have a higher trade amount soon.
They contacted other planets. Hoping to strike up trade each day. The man running foreign affairs was pitiful.
Ruger then looked over his pile of papers, calling up his secetary to take them away. This land must survive, was his only thought. He was forced to help.
Someone....help this pitiful nation.
OOC: Just thought I'd made a introduction. If the mods wish, they can move this.