NationStates Jolt Archive

An Area of water, a chain of islands, its always been known to be there, it could be seen by all satellite's in orbit. But no one had dared go there, in over 30 years when ever a ship got to near or a plane flew over they vanished, never seen again. A Nation in isloation, why? no one knew, who they were was stranger.

Over the years, the Chain of islands soon became less of a chain, the large mass of land in the center seemed to grow legs, joining to the other islands. Then the islands seemed to mass with buildings, what was once a lush green island was now a busy city, one massive city. It seemed to do this to each of the 6 Islands around it, the central island seemed aswell as a massive jungle of metal and brick.

But now it was time, time to expand out to the world. This had been done slightly, companies across the world really owned by the shadows. Weapons companies, Aerospace Companies even Health Product companies were owned the the shadowy Corporate States.

At the Central Plaza, a massive area for Parade of the mighty CorpSec (Corporate Security) Force, 1 Corp of the CorpSec Soldiers, 36,864 men, stood in perfect formation, 256 blocks of 144 men. At the end of each block stood one soldier holding a banner, the Corporate States flag waved in the wind.

At the front of the Mass of troops stood a man, he with 2 others behind him, one female and the other a rather older looking man. They stood on a Podium, looking over the Large force of troops.

"Men of the CorpSec Force, you are the people that carry our dreams, for decades we have lived in the shadows and you stood over and protected us. YOU are the strength of our arm that spreed out to the other Cities of our GRATE NATION, you are the ones who wiped out and subdued the natives of thoses cities, cleared the land for our PEOPLE. Now i ask you, Protect our land, our GRATE cities, as we open our arms to the world. Meny will fear us, meny will try and stand in our way. But you the holders of our dreams, the Strength that holds them up High in the air, will be the ones to show our enemies there wrong doing." His voice boomed across the the entire area, each soldier could hear him, as if he stood next to him. His passion in his voice.
"YOU the 1st Corps, the only Military arm we ever needed, the ELITES, will no longer be alone. For the last 2 Decades we forged a new Army, a strong Army. Our Airforce is Strong, our Navy is Strong BUT OR CORPSEC IS THE STRONGIST. We have incressed your numbers by 10 times what they are now, and growing ever more. From this day, The 1st Corps, the Wielders of Death, will go out from this land, conqure new lands for our people FOR YOUR PEOPLE" cheers went out across the formations, fighters flew over the top at that vary moment. Around civilians cheered along with the soldiers, a new warmachine was to be unleashed apon the world, one that knew no bounds.

CorpSec Force Soldier (http://www.geocities.com/vision8th/03.jpg)


To:- ALL NATIONS OF THE WORLD
From:- Chairman of the Council of the CEOs
Conerning:- The Corporate States opens its arms

The corporate states, a mass of land that none have gone to, and all who have..never returned, is finial opening its arms to the world. We Offer talks, in this day and age no one nation can last on its own.

If you wish to come, Our location is attached to this message, we ask that any guards you wish to bring have side arms only, no more then 5 and that traval by air or sea, you shall be escorted into our space.

WE offer meny things, aswell as expect meny things in return.



OOC: no one liner posts is all i ask. RP it out.

Also there are some parts that some might consider PMT, such as the fact that the Cities are powered by Fusion Reactors. This is only done due to the fact that i have over 4 billion people living on the 5 islands (the central, the northen, southen, easten and westen islands) that really only have space for 1/4 of that number (hence there is no open lands, its all buildings, most high rise.)

The Grand Marshell sat in his dark sinister throne room protected by the guardians of Necron. His dark armor only showing signs of polish in the flames of black fire. The throne room showed with little light and the sound of those who commit heresy against the Underverse could be heard loud at all points.

" Great Marshell, We have heard from a company called Corpsac. they wish to open thier doors to the world. This may be our chance to enlighten them of our ways...." This was said By Necropriest Van Une as he entered the Throne room and fell to one knee. His head held low in respect to the Grand Marshell.

" I see. Send a diplomat to thier Corporate office. And arrange a meeting with them and their baord of driectors. If we can pull the hear string of one. Then we can influence many...." Said the Grand marshell as he got up from the Throne made of Black Jade.

" I will see to it that we send someone." replied Van as he slowly and very lowerly left the room with his head still lowered.


The Capital diplomacy office was bristling with news of the mission. And soon one was selected. He was a former Necro-soldier. And he had a very persuasive way of talking. He would use his eyes to search the heart of the people he talked to and know the person and know how to talk to them.

OOC:
picture of diplomat
http://www.wizards.com/starwars/images/darksideart/DarkArmor.jpg

"Sir! M4! We have detected a nation on those islands!"

"Really?"

"Yes sir!"

"... Prepare my personal ship."

"Yes sir."

On M4's personal Ship

"Ah! There it is!"

"Yes... this looks profitable..."

They soon dock at your port.

OOC: So, willing to sell military tech/designs/production rights?

OOC: this would constitue a onle liner. I think he wants depth to your reply.

OOC: Hm? OK... fine...

IC:

M4, the great leader of Evilgis, looked out upon the wasteland. He saw the usual. Nothing.

Then something happened.

His advisor, Minion #1234532, burst into the room.

"Sir! Sir! We've found a nation that is opening to trade!"

"Good technologies?"

"I think."

"Hmm... Prepare my personal ship then. MOVE IT OR I WILL FLOG YOU!" M4 thundered.

"Aa! Yes, yes, yes sir! Yes... I will!: The advisor whimpered.

They were off, with M4's personal guard. They spotted the escorts.

OOC: "The Personal Guard" is basically some big, BIG guys that could pound people into the ground. No guns, and theres only two, not to mentiuon they have an IQ of... well, it's real low.

OOC: you should join the Necromongers Church. You would make a good one.

OOC - 'OOC' is for comments that are out-of-character, with your 'character' being your nation. Unless you (the person behind Xantias) belong to the "Necromongers church" and want people to join, don't make that an OOC comment.

Xantias made the Necromonger church, but I asked in none character form. If I made a formal IC; request it would have been diferent. think of it a a suggestion

OOC:Xantias im going to asume your guy arrives, just to speed things along. just nudge me if i do something wrong.

Also Its not a company called CorpSac, its a group of Corporations (hence the Corporate States), each of the 5 "cities" are controled by a Corporation who each have companies out in the real world, just no one knows that the Corporations own these Companies.

IC:-

Isha overwatched the proceddings as the Plane from the Xantias landed, She was part of the CorpSec Special Force (CSSF). She watched as a Company formed up in formation, 8 rows of 18 troops, with 2 Extra, the Stand Bearer and the Captain.

Isha walked over, standing at the end of the blood red Carpit, it lead all the away up to the steps to the plan. Around her was her The Chairmen, Iris, no one knew why she kept the title Chairmen when she could change it to chairlady, but that was the way of things.

Isha was tall, her dark brown eyes were as cold as ice, her black hair cut short and tied back. She wore the normal body armor, Black Kavlar vest, gloves, Standard Battlefeild Dress (SBD), Elbow pads, thigh pads with knee pads. She was an impossing figure, but also vary good looking. Her Berat was black with the CorpSec Crest apon it, the 3 point star.

"Who are these people?" Iris asked not taking her look off the Xantias Diplomat. She on the other hand was slim, good looking with long hair. She wore a suit, nothing fancy, what was the point she thought.

"We're not shore, from what we have gathered some....death cultists. we never got a company in to there lands...dont know where it is...but that will change" Isha replyed, "i have a feeling they will try and convert people...i sugest having atlest 5 CorpSec soldiers with you at all times."

"i agree" she replyed, suddenly smiling.

The CorpSec company Captain shouted, "PRESENT ARMS" in a cold rustic voice, filtered though the Face Mask.

At once the CorpSec soldiers did a fance move with there guns, moving it from the back of there left sholder where it was slung, tapping the floor at the same time, making a load thud, then moving it to the right arm, with the barral pointing stright up and the butt of the gun held in one hand. The left hand curled into a fist slaped into there chest, another load thud could be heared. the hand then was sent into the air, the arm up at an angle with the fist still clenched. they held it there for a few seconds befor droping it back down to there sides.

The Captain shouted again "AT EASE" with the same cold voice.

At once the troops moved the rifle from there right hand, taping the floor with the butt again, at the same time, and replacing it back on there left sholder. They suddenly all took a slight step to the right, not a full step just moving the right leg out. There hands held behind there back. All in perfect unison.

As the diplomat of the Xantias reached Isha, she held out her hand with a smile on her face.
"ahh nice to meet you, i am Iris Killaf, Chairmen of the CEO council, leader of the Corporate States. I welcome you" she said, with a big smile on her face her hand held out firmly in front of her.

OOC - That's somewhat more confusing to others. If you want your nation to make a formal IC statement, have a minister sign it, have it be an excerpt from a document, or have it be a press release. For informal IC statements from your nation, don't do those things and don't call it OOC. For OOC statements, just use OOC.

OOC: can you keep OOC chat out of here please

OOC: So will I be seen soon?

OOC: Good, right nation this time!

Also OOC: Will I be seen soon?

The diplomat walked out of the plane and shook the hand of the welcomer. His eyes cold and piercing as where his hands. His look could peer into the heart of a person and find every fear they had. But that wa not his reason for being there.

" You are a very beautiful woman. A rose of the Underverse. I am glad that your governing body would se it fit to send you to welcome me. " said the Diplomat as his eyes still fixed upon her eyes, causing a trance typr setting between the two.

" I did not bring anybody guards. If I die it is my time. Please take me to where I am to go."

The people of Otagia and Pale Rider Arms would like to welcome our kindred spirits to the international scene. We hope that relations between our two nations and their corporate sponsors will be beneficial to both parties. To facilitate this, we request an exchange of embassies and ambassadors between our two nations.
Yours,
Daniel Quetzal
CEO of Pale Rider Arms
Regent-Elect of Otagia

"vary well" Iris replyed, shacking off the strange feeling she had. "follow me if you will" she said, as they walked down to the car, a black Limo, it didnt look armored but that was the point. The windows were blacked out, 2 CSSF soldiers, there weapons different to the other soldiers.

Isha sat next to iris, watching the diplomat, barly blinking. Her hand was rised up to her ear and she seemed to be talking under her breath. The diplomat wouldnt have noticed this fact apart from he just noticed that her mouth was moving ever so slightly.

It seemed like hours, Iris was deep into talks with one of her Aids about some Corporate take over, ever so offten aplogising to the diplomat for being so rude.

Out of the window, the drive seemed long, no tree was seen anywhere, buildings were tall, there was hardly any clear lands anywhere. A few parks here and there, it was clear that they were in the "Higher" class citizen areas or what looked to be that. It was amasing tho how it seemed so bright.

As the motercade travaled deeper into the city, the building got taller, some as tall as 1600 feet, gothic in design. The heart of the City, it was darker here, the sun barly hit the ground, it was also alot colder.

The main building, known as "The Fortrass Tower" was a massive 2,000 ft tall building, the main tower, the central one was the tallest. Its dark gothic look chilled one to the bone. There was also 4 other towers from it, all vary large but only 1,800ft tall. Around this building was a massive wall, one couldnt even climb it. CorpSec Soldiers patroled the outside, Watch towers on the walls held meny troops, watching. Meny of there Glowing red eyes could be seen, somehting to tell the people of the city they were there.

The Entire place was cold, as the limmo came to a stop, someone opened the door. Iris steped out still chatting away to her aid. Isha still sat waiting for the diplomat to get out first.

At the same time 2 CSSF soldiers flanked Iris and walked up to the building with her.

"you should be honored" Isha said in a cold voice, "no one has ever been in the fortrass Tower who didnt work there, or have a good reason to be there." She didnt like this guy, but to be fair she didnt like anyone who wasnt part of the Corporate States.

bump

The diplomats foots steps sounded as if he where already dead. He didn't reply. He only walked down the hallway. He could tell she didn't like him. Of course who would like someone from a nation that has a thing for death. As the walk braged on he clamly replied

" You building is impressive. Looks alot like our command building back in Zantia. I do like the chill in the air. Dont you Iris?"

The diplomat looked ahead to get a good scope of the building.

" Tell me.... The corporate states. Do they seek lands? Areas of new venture?"

"the chill...no dont like it, to cold" Iris said as they walked into the building, Isha was trailing behind them both, you wouldnt tell by looking at her but she was scanning the entire area. Watching anything that could be a threat.

"Lands....as you can see, we have no land left, with a population of nearly 5 billion we need to expand. we already have food riots, Block wars...there fun seems to be a national sport now." Iris said as she steped into a rather large lift.

OOC: What about me? I'm coming also. (That, and I know a way to expand the space of the sland and make bwetter living conditions... for... a price, obviously.)

The people of Otagia and Pale Rider Arms would like to welcome our kindred spirits to the international scene. We hope that relations between our two nations and their corporate sponsors will be beneficial to both parties. To facilitate this, we request an exchange of embassies and ambassadors between our two nations.
Yours,
Daniel Quetzal
CEO of Pale Rider Arms
Regent-Elect of Otagia


The Corporate States would be more then happy to do an exchange of embassies and ambassadors between our two nations, If you would like to come to Empire city we can...talk in person about it.

Signed,
Chairmen of the Council of the CEOs Iris

The diplomat only replied with a simple statement..

" Your people seem hell bent on killing everybody."

He continued down the hall. he looked back to Iris and asked if thier was a restroom anywhere near by. UIt had ben a long trip and the plane had no restrooms worth using.