Gingermanland
24-12-2007, 22:51
It was a dark morning, the sun had barely risen over the horizon. Gingermanland. A colony to some, an independant place of freedom to others. A half whispered rumour. The land of your dreams...
In truth, Gingermanland was a base of operations for mercenaries and their families. A large city was all that the moon had for 'habitation'. The city itself has divided into four small sections, each with a large dome 'bubble' to contain it from the airless environment outside, and a larger middle section. This middle part was complete with its own 'bubble' too, but also had a large tower. This tower reached many miles up, connecting at the top to a spaceport large enough to accomodate a sizeable fleet.
War. That was Gingermanland's main export. War was what founded the basic economy of the Taus sub sector. War was the hard currancy of Gingermanland's owners, Neo-Taus Armed Solutions. War was what was required to survive.
The only problem with this was the fact that Gingermanland was originally built as a trade outpost by Neo-Taus. It had many mercenaries under its employ, plus civilian staff in various 'admin' and 'support' roles. But the military hard end of it's capability was, to be frank, obsolescent.
The fleet was made up of decaying vessels little advanced from the first days of armed spacecraft. The footsoldiers themselves were armed with old solid round weapons, instead of new blaster technology. It was time for a change. Understanding that, to expand beyond the remote Taus system, and on to greater profits, the Neo-Taus Armed Solutions PMC, and it's Military capabilities, had to advance further. Right into the 23rd Century of technology.
The CEO looked at the report on his desk. Decked out in military style uniform, the 'ruler' [more like owner] of Gingermanland and the Neo-Taus PMC looked more like a commanding General than a businessman. In truth, he was both, and yet, neither. "Looks like there's no otherway around this, hmmm?" The man's voice was rasping, like an aged soldier who had seen many years of war, tired but still dutiful.
A younger 'soldier' stood at the otherside of the office, beneath the PMC's logo of a giant two-headed Lion rampant. His features were soft, as if he was barely Eighteen years old. "Yes sir, it's as the report suggests. It's perfectly fine to use antiquated technology if all we are doing is working with the various Taus factions, but if we really want to expand and because truely inter-galactic, we need to be competative. That means-"
"That means shelling out ALOT of money" the CEO retorted. "Listen, you're young, barely out of the 'cadamy, and full of spunk. I understand that your team of young lieutenants [pronounced leftenants in Gingermanland] are very qualified, but you're asking me, to put it bluntly, "give away" our yearly budget that we spend on the Paramilitary Department to some foreign sub-sector in order to "improve" and upgrade."
Bowing his head, 2nd lieutenant Franz Gilberd, a young eighteen year old with a Masters in Galactic Sector Business Studies, understood that his proposal was to be rejected. The CEO had hired him and a small group of his fellow graduate friends to work as his personal 'outlook' staff. They knew all along, from the moment they entered the Acadamy of Military Studies that he wouldn't chew their ideas.
"However.... I see it makes sense. I'm going to do it, son." A small smile appeared on the wrinkled skin of the CEO's face. Passing the report booklet across to the other side of the desk, he motioned to the young Franz to take it back. "Report to Commander General Fitzpatric, the head of the Procurement Department, and show him this report. I signed it last night after reading it, so don't worry about him not listening to you because of rank."
Saluting his superior, Franz struggled hard to hide his smile. The old man had agreed. The CEO believed in him. And now, he was about to tell a Commander General, a man incharge of a Division strength force, or in Fitzpatric's case, a whole Department, what he was going to do. This was a golden oppotunity for the Company, the Colony, and his own Career. The three C's....
[[[[[Attention all Private Military Arms Manufacturers. This is a broadcast from the Neo-Taus PMC Company, direct from it's HQ on the Gingermanland Colony.
We have requirements for a full overhaul of our ParaMilitary wing, including everything from large craft, right down to the most effective main arm issue for the ground troops. Our current yearly military budget is $949,986,868,194, Universal Standard Dollars 949.9 Billion [shorthand]. We are willing to grant very substantial funds to the bid that can offer us the most cost effective deal, while also making our force of 2.5 Million regular mercenaries as effective as our budget allows. This is Commander General Fitzpatric of the Department of Procurement, that is all....... End Transmission]]]]
[[OOC:]] Basically, I'm looking for someone to offer me a realistic 'all arms' package that will make full use of my Regular mercenaries, who represent the manpower strength of my Military as a whole, including both enlisted and officer personel, whatever role they fit in [I.E mechanic, naval gunner, pilot or G.I]. The money and the manpower is limited, hence why I put the information there. This is a bit of a challange, yes, but see if you're up to it. To help you, here's some things I DON'T need in this package:
Bases, Uniforms [not inc. body armour], logistics space craft [inc. refueling craft, large tanker craft e.c.t but not], spaceports or satellites, individual missiles and large munitions [I'd like to produce my own ammunition unless I HAVE to buy them off of you because you won't sell me production rights for the munitions], production rights for any space craft [I don't expect to be mass producing large battleships anytime soon!!] infact, I don't want ANY production rights for ANYTHING....EXCEPT: I do want production rights for any small arms AND for all munitions included in the package.
If you're still confused, tell me which part you're confused about and I'll try to clarify. Thank you!
In truth, Gingermanland was a base of operations for mercenaries and their families. A large city was all that the moon had for 'habitation'. The city itself has divided into four small sections, each with a large dome 'bubble' to contain it from the airless environment outside, and a larger middle section. This middle part was complete with its own 'bubble' too, but also had a large tower. This tower reached many miles up, connecting at the top to a spaceport large enough to accomodate a sizeable fleet.
War. That was Gingermanland's main export. War was what founded the basic economy of the Taus sub sector. War was the hard currancy of Gingermanland's owners, Neo-Taus Armed Solutions. War was what was required to survive.
The only problem with this was the fact that Gingermanland was originally built as a trade outpost by Neo-Taus. It had many mercenaries under its employ, plus civilian staff in various 'admin' and 'support' roles. But the military hard end of it's capability was, to be frank, obsolescent.
The fleet was made up of decaying vessels little advanced from the first days of armed spacecraft. The footsoldiers themselves were armed with old solid round weapons, instead of new blaster technology. It was time for a change. Understanding that, to expand beyond the remote Taus system, and on to greater profits, the Neo-Taus Armed Solutions PMC, and it's Military capabilities, had to advance further. Right into the 23rd Century of technology.
The CEO looked at the report on his desk. Decked out in military style uniform, the 'ruler' [more like owner] of Gingermanland and the Neo-Taus PMC looked more like a commanding General than a businessman. In truth, he was both, and yet, neither. "Looks like there's no otherway around this, hmmm?" The man's voice was rasping, like an aged soldier who had seen many years of war, tired but still dutiful.
A younger 'soldier' stood at the otherside of the office, beneath the PMC's logo of a giant two-headed Lion rampant. His features were soft, as if he was barely Eighteen years old. "Yes sir, it's as the report suggests. It's perfectly fine to use antiquated technology if all we are doing is working with the various Taus factions, but if we really want to expand and because truely inter-galactic, we need to be competative. That means-"
"That means shelling out ALOT of money" the CEO retorted. "Listen, you're young, barely out of the 'cadamy, and full of spunk. I understand that your team of young lieutenants [pronounced leftenants in Gingermanland] are very qualified, but you're asking me, to put it bluntly, "give away" our yearly budget that we spend on the Paramilitary Department to some foreign sub-sector in order to "improve" and upgrade."
Bowing his head, 2nd lieutenant Franz Gilberd, a young eighteen year old with a Masters in Galactic Sector Business Studies, understood that his proposal was to be rejected. The CEO had hired him and a small group of his fellow graduate friends to work as his personal 'outlook' staff. They knew all along, from the moment they entered the Acadamy of Military Studies that he wouldn't chew their ideas.
"However.... I see it makes sense. I'm going to do it, son." A small smile appeared on the wrinkled skin of the CEO's face. Passing the report booklet across to the other side of the desk, he motioned to the young Franz to take it back. "Report to Commander General Fitzpatric, the head of the Procurement Department, and show him this report. I signed it last night after reading it, so don't worry about him not listening to you because of rank."
Saluting his superior, Franz struggled hard to hide his smile. The old man had agreed. The CEO believed in him. And now, he was about to tell a Commander General, a man incharge of a Division strength force, or in Fitzpatric's case, a whole Department, what he was going to do. This was a golden oppotunity for the Company, the Colony, and his own Career. The three C's....
[[[[[Attention all Private Military Arms Manufacturers. This is a broadcast from the Neo-Taus PMC Company, direct from it's HQ on the Gingermanland Colony.
We have requirements for a full overhaul of our ParaMilitary wing, including everything from large craft, right down to the most effective main arm issue for the ground troops. Our current yearly military budget is $949,986,868,194, Universal Standard Dollars 949.9 Billion [shorthand]. We are willing to grant very substantial funds to the bid that can offer us the most cost effective deal, while also making our force of 2.5 Million regular mercenaries as effective as our budget allows. This is Commander General Fitzpatric of the Department of Procurement, that is all....... End Transmission]]]]
[[OOC:]] Basically, I'm looking for someone to offer me a realistic 'all arms' package that will make full use of my Regular mercenaries, who represent the manpower strength of my Military as a whole, including both enlisted and officer personel, whatever role they fit in [I.E mechanic, naval gunner, pilot or G.I]. The money and the manpower is limited, hence why I put the information there. This is a bit of a challange, yes, but see if you're up to it. To help you, here's some things I DON'T need in this package:
Bases, Uniforms [not inc. body armour], logistics space craft [inc. refueling craft, large tanker craft e.c.t but not], spaceports or satellites, individual missiles and large munitions [I'd like to produce my own ammunition unless I HAVE to buy them off of you because you won't sell me production rights for the munitions], production rights for any space craft [I don't expect to be mass producing large battleships anytime soon!!] infact, I don't want ANY production rights for ANYTHING....EXCEPT: I do want production rights for any small arms AND for all munitions included in the package.
If you're still confused, tell me which part you're confused about and I'll try to clarify. Thank you!