Veridi
12-11-2006, 04:40
OOC: My nation is set offworld (relative to Earth); this thread is, of course, the intro for my nation. Anyone who wishes to join in, pick a side or play observer, whatever. ATM, Veridi is divided between two sides: The Republic and the Allied Dominion. Or just think of it as a blown-up version of the American civil war on a larger scale and with bigger guns.
I'm a puppet, BTW. ;)
Alright, enough of that.
IC: Chairwoman Yun Faski pushed and shoved her way through the crowd through the massive doors of Government Hall. The raid sirens had been screaming for five minutes already - that meant that radar had picked up bombers headed for Jurich, the capital of the Republic.
As she made headway, an explosion rocked the building. The bomb hadn't hit the building, but it had been a close call. The crowd rushed forward in mad panic, trying to get into the bomb shelter and save themselves. Many did. Unlucky others died, trampled to death. Then another bomb went off. Shouts and screams could be heard. This one had exploded only a half a block away from the House, and several people had been blown to bits. "Fucking hell!" came the loud, panicked voice of one man.
The situation did not come under control easily, and in fact it was only ten minutes and at least two dozen bombs into the raid that every live person had managed to cram themselves into the shelter below ground. Above them, Government Hall was taking heavy hits. Yun gritted her teeth, to resist the bone-shaking roar that rang through the shelter with each hit.
The attacks had been raging for months, at the Capitol. The war itself, on the other hand, had been going for decades.
It seemed like it had all started such a short time ago. The nations of the planet, known as Veridi, had come together to form one world order, the Republic.
As it happened, the Republic was not a perfect world order - it had its flaws. It was, in fact, ruled by a collective known as the Party, who dominated all major world policy.
But that all changed in the Liberty Revolution. The Party was deposed, and its leaders fled to the southern territories while its other members were rounded up and locked up in federal prisons. A new, truly democratic age had begun. The planet was peaceful, united once more under a benevolent leadership.
That peace would not last long, though. Only a decade after the Revolution, Party leaders had regained power in the South and set out to form a new, totalitarian regime: The Allied Dominion. The peace, which seemed as if it would last an eternity, broke down, and soon the war between North and South began.
The South had the advantage. Having had several years to prepare, they already had massive firepower at their disposal.
But the North had held up. It fought ferociously, beating the enemy back with all it had. With massive resource deposits on hand as well, it quickly began churning out machines of war.
Those machines were of little use now. The South was bombing the capital out, that much Yun now knew, and with all the antiaircraft defenses that had been set up around Jurich, nothing could stop them as waves until Republican carriers arrived or they ran out of munitions, whichever came first. Her mouth ached. The bombs were ravaging downtown.
And then it stopped. After what seemed like an eternity spent in the cramped security of the shelter, the spectacularly loud rumblings started decreasing in frequency, more and more. Several people rushed to the exit of the bomb shelter to see what was going on. Yun was one of them. They opened the door, and there was a rush of fresh air and machine guns noise. Fighters were engaging the bombers and taking them out, one by one. The group cheered as one bomber exploded in flames and went down, crashing into an empty lot. "Corpsefuckers," said a person.
"Hope they burn in hell," said another.
Indeed, she agreed. The soldiers of the Party had wreaked horrible onslaught on the Republic and its people. It had thrown bombs, slung bullets, and gassed entire crowds of innocents, all in the name of supposed freedom - freedom from what? From the Republic? But, no matter their cause, they were winning.
When the bombers had cleared out, the crowd decided to do the same. They made out of the bomb shelter and into the ground level of Government Hall.
Amazingly, most of the building was still standing. Yes, there was the occasional gaping hole - but other than that, it was in fairly good condition. It had stood up to the beating.
Suddenly, a pair of doors behind the crowd burst open. Through them came the President, followed by the Vice President and their bodyguards. The President flipped open one of the still-operating control consoles built into the wall of the building and tapped something in, then spoke. He ordered the crowd to Speaker's Chamber, the main open room where executives made their speeches and addresses.
As the people filed in, including Yun, a TV and radio crew were brought in and directed their cameras and microphones at the podium. Finally, the President stepped up.
Heair Wal was a naturally influential man. He was the sort who, through debate, could persuade anyone.
Today, he was covered in dust and dirt, his outfit and face stained. "This is a sad day," he began, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room. "As you know, the Dominion is pushing forth into our territory. Our forces are being outnumbered and outgunned. Today we were lucky. It was only because the Raven was close by that we were able to beat the bombers back.
"We have suffered heavy losses. But we cannot afford to lose. It is for the sake of this world - for the future of our people - that we must continue to fight, or else our nation shall be consumed and our future lost. The servants of the Party fight with no mercy, and kill whomever they see fit. I have no doubt that, for those here loyal to our cause, they will capture and kill each and every one if they win.
"Well, my friends, we will not allow them to win. Now is no longer the time to sit back here and blindly throw fists in the air as we are pushed back, farther and farther. No, they shall not wrest victory. If it is a fight they want, it is a fight they will get. In the name of liberty, we shall strike back! Let freedom ring!"
The crowd cheered. Yun cheered, too. The man gave a hell of a speech.
I'm a puppet, BTW. ;)
Alright, enough of that.
IC: Chairwoman Yun Faski pushed and shoved her way through the crowd through the massive doors of Government Hall. The raid sirens had been screaming for five minutes already - that meant that radar had picked up bombers headed for Jurich, the capital of the Republic.
As she made headway, an explosion rocked the building. The bomb hadn't hit the building, but it had been a close call. The crowd rushed forward in mad panic, trying to get into the bomb shelter and save themselves. Many did. Unlucky others died, trampled to death. Then another bomb went off. Shouts and screams could be heard. This one had exploded only a half a block away from the House, and several people had been blown to bits. "Fucking hell!" came the loud, panicked voice of one man.
The situation did not come under control easily, and in fact it was only ten minutes and at least two dozen bombs into the raid that every live person had managed to cram themselves into the shelter below ground. Above them, Government Hall was taking heavy hits. Yun gritted her teeth, to resist the bone-shaking roar that rang through the shelter with each hit.
The attacks had been raging for months, at the Capitol. The war itself, on the other hand, had been going for decades.
It seemed like it had all started such a short time ago. The nations of the planet, known as Veridi, had come together to form one world order, the Republic.
As it happened, the Republic was not a perfect world order - it had its flaws. It was, in fact, ruled by a collective known as the Party, who dominated all major world policy.
But that all changed in the Liberty Revolution. The Party was deposed, and its leaders fled to the southern territories while its other members were rounded up and locked up in federal prisons. A new, truly democratic age had begun. The planet was peaceful, united once more under a benevolent leadership.
That peace would not last long, though. Only a decade after the Revolution, Party leaders had regained power in the South and set out to form a new, totalitarian regime: The Allied Dominion. The peace, which seemed as if it would last an eternity, broke down, and soon the war between North and South began.
The South had the advantage. Having had several years to prepare, they already had massive firepower at their disposal.
But the North had held up. It fought ferociously, beating the enemy back with all it had. With massive resource deposits on hand as well, it quickly began churning out machines of war.
Those machines were of little use now. The South was bombing the capital out, that much Yun now knew, and with all the antiaircraft defenses that had been set up around Jurich, nothing could stop them as waves until Republican carriers arrived or they ran out of munitions, whichever came first. Her mouth ached. The bombs were ravaging downtown.
And then it stopped. After what seemed like an eternity spent in the cramped security of the shelter, the spectacularly loud rumblings started decreasing in frequency, more and more. Several people rushed to the exit of the bomb shelter to see what was going on. Yun was one of them. They opened the door, and there was a rush of fresh air and machine guns noise. Fighters were engaging the bombers and taking them out, one by one. The group cheered as one bomber exploded in flames and went down, crashing into an empty lot. "Corpsefuckers," said a person.
"Hope they burn in hell," said another.
Indeed, she agreed. The soldiers of the Party had wreaked horrible onslaught on the Republic and its people. It had thrown bombs, slung bullets, and gassed entire crowds of innocents, all in the name of supposed freedom - freedom from what? From the Republic? But, no matter their cause, they were winning.
When the bombers had cleared out, the crowd decided to do the same. They made out of the bomb shelter and into the ground level of Government Hall.
Amazingly, most of the building was still standing. Yes, there was the occasional gaping hole - but other than that, it was in fairly good condition. It had stood up to the beating.
Suddenly, a pair of doors behind the crowd burst open. Through them came the President, followed by the Vice President and their bodyguards. The President flipped open one of the still-operating control consoles built into the wall of the building and tapped something in, then spoke. He ordered the crowd to Speaker's Chamber, the main open room where executives made their speeches and addresses.
As the people filed in, including Yun, a TV and radio crew were brought in and directed their cameras and microphones at the podium. Finally, the President stepped up.
Heair Wal was a naturally influential man. He was the sort who, through debate, could persuade anyone.
Today, he was covered in dust and dirt, his outfit and face stained. "This is a sad day," he began, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room. "As you know, the Dominion is pushing forth into our territory. Our forces are being outnumbered and outgunned. Today we were lucky. It was only because the Raven was close by that we were able to beat the bombers back.
"We have suffered heavy losses. But we cannot afford to lose. It is for the sake of this world - for the future of our people - that we must continue to fight, or else our nation shall be consumed and our future lost. The servants of the Party fight with no mercy, and kill whomever they see fit. I have no doubt that, for those here loyal to our cause, they will capture and kill each and every one if they win.
"Well, my friends, we will not allow them to win. Now is no longer the time to sit back here and blindly throw fists in the air as we are pushed back, farther and farther. No, they shall not wrest victory. If it is a fight they want, it is a fight they will get. In the name of liberty, we shall strike back! Let freedom ring!"
The crowd cheered. Yun cheered, too. The man gave a hell of a speech.