Aust
03-11-2006, 21:25
OOC: Probably most of you don't reamber me, maybe some of you do. i don't know, and to be perfectly honest I don't care. However a quick summery of Aust:
Govermant Structure: Monacy
Royal familly: Emproer William the 3rd, Prince John, Prince James
Type of goverment: Liberal
Theres a fair bit of backplot but for that you'll have to see my NSWiki.
Anyways, here does...
IC: It was yet another winters day in Aust, minus 30 outside where barley clad urchins in just 5 layers of clothing skittered and danced for money amid the hurring communters, in the streets amid the skyscrapers of Aust City. Much has happened since we last studied this ice-cound and isolated country, almost landlocked in the center of Antartica . It has expanded, with almost 8 billion inhabitants living udner or, rarley, above the icepack. The main citys have expanded, Aust City itself is now home to 4 billion of the countrys inhabitants, more than many worlds.
It has not grown geographically though adn now the tettering skyscrapers are udnerminded by a serise of udnerground cavens, running miles down into the earth, containing factorys, nightclubs, houses, farms....everything need to sustain this long lasting Empire.
However now the camera pans towards the Royal palace itself, standing tall amid the Royal Grounds. Within the 16th centuary stone walls lie the Barracks of the ASS, the guild headquaters, the seat of the Duma, everythign needed to run such a large coutnry. It is said that ocne within the Palace grounds everything is for sale, but corruption is not as rife as it once was.
We reach the base of the 40 story palace, still a huge construction despite it's age and pan upwards, passing rows of snow-covered slates, towards the large oval window on the top floor. A man is standing there, tall and strong, his hair slightly greying round the temples. He is wearing a white millitary uniform with gold braid drooping from every tassel, a long sword hanging next to his left leg.
His name is Emproer William the 3rd of Aust, Lord of the Skys, and he is not a happy man.
"They did what?" He bellows at his Prime Minister, a small, weedy man with no real power, his only job to deflect calls for democracy and critism of the Emproers decisions. He mumbles something once, is rebuked by the Emporer and then says it again slightly louder.
"Reformed NATO." He says, you can't help but feel sorry for him. In aincent history Aust has always been a enermy of NATo and Automagfreek, ahving been previously a leading member of the RWC and a enermy of Automagfreek during Operation Brimstone. However times have changed since then, Aust has withdrawn from international relations, cutting contacts with all but it's clsoest allies and concentrating on trade, unwilling to expand it's empire.
However this Emproer is new, yet old havign suceeded the throne at the age of 52 and he wants glory. A mighty victory is need to applease the hawks in the Duma and the distract the polocrat from the rising bread prices. The Emproer truns towards the window once more, scratching his stub of a beard.
"Perhapse it is time to reopen contacts with the outside world." He muses, "Yes, times have changed since we where humilated supporting Findan, maybe it is time for a new start, we can make new allies, meet new nations and..."
"And?" The Prime Minister asks,
"Concor them."
Govermant Structure: Monacy
Royal familly: Emproer William the 3rd, Prince John, Prince James
Type of goverment: Liberal
Theres a fair bit of backplot but for that you'll have to see my NSWiki.
Anyways, here does...
IC: It was yet another winters day in Aust, minus 30 outside where barley clad urchins in just 5 layers of clothing skittered and danced for money amid the hurring communters, in the streets amid the skyscrapers of Aust City. Much has happened since we last studied this ice-cound and isolated country, almost landlocked in the center of Antartica . It has expanded, with almost 8 billion inhabitants living udner or, rarley, above the icepack. The main citys have expanded, Aust City itself is now home to 4 billion of the countrys inhabitants, more than many worlds.
It has not grown geographically though adn now the tettering skyscrapers are udnerminded by a serise of udnerground cavens, running miles down into the earth, containing factorys, nightclubs, houses, farms....everything need to sustain this long lasting Empire.
However now the camera pans towards the Royal palace itself, standing tall amid the Royal Grounds. Within the 16th centuary stone walls lie the Barracks of the ASS, the guild headquaters, the seat of the Duma, everythign needed to run such a large coutnry. It is said that ocne within the Palace grounds everything is for sale, but corruption is not as rife as it once was.
We reach the base of the 40 story palace, still a huge construction despite it's age and pan upwards, passing rows of snow-covered slates, towards the large oval window on the top floor. A man is standing there, tall and strong, his hair slightly greying round the temples. He is wearing a white millitary uniform with gold braid drooping from every tassel, a long sword hanging next to his left leg.
His name is Emproer William the 3rd of Aust, Lord of the Skys, and he is not a happy man.
"They did what?" He bellows at his Prime Minister, a small, weedy man with no real power, his only job to deflect calls for democracy and critism of the Emproers decisions. He mumbles something once, is rebuked by the Emporer and then says it again slightly louder.
"Reformed NATO." He says, you can't help but feel sorry for him. In aincent history Aust has always been a enermy of NATo and Automagfreek, ahving been previously a leading member of the RWC and a enermy of Automagfreek during Operation Brimstone. However times have changed since then, Aust has withdrawn from international relations, cutting contacts with all but it's clsoest allies and concentrating on trade, unwilling to expand it's empire.
However this Emproer is new, yet old havign suceeded the throne at the age of 52 and he wants glory. A mighty victory is need to applease the hawks in the Duma and the distract the polocrat from the rising bread prices. The Emproer truns towards the window once more, scratching his stub of a beard.
"Perhapse it is time to reopen contacts with the outside world." He muses, "Yes, times have changed since we where humilated supporting Findan, maybe it is time for a new start, we can make new allies, meet new nations and..."
"And?" The Prime Minister asks,
"Concor them."