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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 14, 2008 22:59:28 GMT -5
"...And there's the High Seniority. She's about to make a statement."
In her unaccented voice the High Seniority began her speech.
"Welcome fellow Synthetics and Humans alike. I have just returned from a meeting with the High Administrator. He has agreed to allow us to become an independently governed people, meaning that the factories will discontinue their production of our race. We will need to band together to be stable. I believe we are a very stable race and we will continue to be so. We are still in alliance with the UNCC and will remain to be so until the end of time. We must protect them, for if we don't we will perish.
"I am marking this day as our independence day, the day when we are individual, the day when we are independent, the day when we are fr--unggg." The High Seniority suddenly slumped over and fell to the ground. People and SRCs were confused until someone yelled out that she had been shot. The audience screamed and stampeded out of the area.
A doctor rushed over to the wounded SRC, checked her out, and told the security forces to get an ambulance. The High Seniority was shot but not dead. She had been shot in the wrong place; her processors were much lower. However, it had hit an important part of her hardware. The doctor said that if they didn't get her to a repair station fast, she would die...
OOC: Everyone feel free to RP as your advanced (or not) nation.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 15, 2008 22:07:00 GMT -5
Paris
The word of the attack quickly came to the President known only as 'Tiger', though his actual name was Jacques Voorjent, a fifty year old man who looked like he was only in his thirties, thanks to his exercise regime he undertook, and dying his hair. Nevertheless, in his mind, he felt much much older.
After turning the newsvid off, he sighed, then knew he had to do something. If he didn't give a response to the SRC/Clamparaba, then he knew that the popularity of not only Canton Rouge, but of himself would plummet. And the last thing he needed was one of the world's most popular leaders to suddenly become hated by everyone else. Therefore, he took out a pen and some stationery, and began writing his response.
To the people of Clamparaba and Synthetics,
We, the people of Canton Rouge, regret the attack made on the High Seniority. As she is an important part of your way of life, we can only hope for a quick and well recovery of her. If you are in need of anything, let us know, and we will do whatever to ensure future peace and stability.
Yours,
Jacques Voorjent
President of the United Provinces of Canton Rouge
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 15, 2008 23:43:01 GMT -5
High Administrator Sangdor Maff rocked back and forth in his leather chair. The attack on the High Seniority left him worrying for his own safety. The attack couldn't have come at a worse time. The alliance between the UNCC and the SRC UoS was now at risk. If the High Seniority died, the SRC would be without a leader and could crumble. Of course, if she didn't die, she would be hospitalized for a few days, undergoing reconstructive surgery.
His thoughts were interrupted by an aide reporting to him. "Harbinger, we have recieved two messages. The first is a relay from the United Provinces of Canton Rouge. Their president wishes to know if they can help us out in any way.
"The second message comes from the High Seniority. She is requesting your presence before she enters reconstructive surgery. She wants to speak with you on matters of 'High Importance'."
"Thank you Rongal. I will be sure to send a message to the UPCR and meet with the High Seniority. You are dismissed."
"As you wish, Harbinger." Rongal left, leaving the High Administrator with the task of sending a message to Canton Rouge.
Dear President Voorjent,
My nation greets you. The UNCC has not been involved in world politics for around 55 years and we are eager to reclaim the prominence our former government had with the other nations of the world. However, we are in a transitional phase and we are not accepting relations as of yet. There is some unrest caused from the attack. If you would like to dispatch a few units to assist in peacekeeping and possibly the search for the shooter, then feel free to do so. Thank you for your concern in our situation.
Humbly,
High Administrator Sangdor Maff
After the message was sent, the High Administrator left to visit the High Seniority, about the only person who he highly admired and respected...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 16, 2008 0:12:11 GMT -5
Jacques was busy looking over a new law that would increase the tenet of free speech, when the message was wired to him from Clamparapa. After looking it over, he immediately sent his response: To High Administrator Sangdof Maff, We will gladly send some of the 33rd Infantry, along with one of our new L5 Riesig Battlewalkers over to the capital to help keep order. Rest assured that if the shooter is found, we will bring him to justice. Once again, best of luck to you and your people in the future. Yours, Jacques Voorjent President of the United Provinces of Canton Rouge Riefort Hours after Voorjent sent his message, a small element from the 33rd Infantry had landed at the airfield in Reach. They numbered around 750, and with them, they had one of the new inventions, the L5 Riesig Battlewalker. And almost immediately, the company and their new prize had just set up a small headquarters section at the airport perimeter, but still within range of the city.  These men knew that what they were in was a dangerous situation, as there were only 750 of them. But they also knew that they were one of the finest trained armies in the world, and that if anyone tried to mess with them, they would experience the full brunt of the army. After all, the Canton Rouge army had the best survival rates, the most modern gear, and the best training ever. And for these men, they were glad to have it... |
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 16, 2008 1:00:25 GMT -5
Detris Amair walked to the High Administrator's office, seeking his advice on economic issues. However, he wasn't there. Amair did find a message on his desk. She picked it up, read it, and processed the information.
She scratched her bald, metallic head, wishing for some of the "hair" the humans had. The human women always seemed beautiful with their hair long and coloured. Amair was frustrated with having to settle with a bald, metal head. She did not believe she was pretty at all; just a robotic shell of a being. She hoped that one day they would invent a skin for the SRCs so that they would be beautiful like their creators.
She cancelled her thoughts and thought about the communique. It was from the UPCR. They had dropped off a small contingent of troops at the site of the attack, Reach, and she made sure she was there. As the Executer of the SRC Board of Representatives, she was second-in-command of the UoS and was sure to be the one the troops met. The leaders of the two governments weren't available, but she was...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 18, 2008 12:31:18 GMT -5
Canton Rouge Base Camp...
Inside the camp, everything had settled into a norm with the soldiers keeping tabs not only on the base, but within the city as well. And they would ensure that order would be kept, no matter the cost.
Two Gunner's manning the entry post noticed a Synthetic heading over to them. According to their NetBat 2.0 uplink system, she wasn't registered as hostile, but rather, as a neutral. But inside their minds, they knew that they could try and control the Synthetic, since they believed that she was a droid. And they were able to have great success on droids, especially their observance droid, the RD-8 Otus.
"Attention, droid!" yelled one of the soldiers. "Proceed here on the double! You are in violation of Canton Rouge military space! Please proceed here for screening!" They noticed she wasn't complying, so they yelled, "Do you understand? Please proceed over here, now! If you do not, we will be forced to disable you!" She still did not listen to them, so they prepared their weapons, ready to take down a potential hazard.
All of a sudden, a gruff voice yelled, "Just what do you think you are doing, soldiers?" The two guards turned, and saw their commander looking at them, with a very stern face and attitude. "You do not talk to civilians like that, no matter what they are. Now, get out of my sight before I order you into KP!"
"Affirmative sir!" the soldiers chanted in unison, and left their post. The commander then turned to the Synthetic and said, "I apologize for their actions. They think that Synthetics are like droids and can be controlled by giving them orders. So you must be the representative, Detris Amair. I'm Major Philip Douerington, Commanding Officer of the 8th Battalion, 33rd Infantry. So what brings you here to our post?"
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 18, 2008 20:44:44 GMT -5
Detris looked around the complex, clearly frightened at the attempt to stop her. "Yes," she said slowly. "I recieved your message and have come here to ask for some assistance. To the south, in our province of Lamation, the "Brigands War" has been raging on for 4 years now. The guerilla force, called the "Brigands", are assaulting SRC villages in the province, trying to wipe out our people. They have not attacked any other provinces but we're very worried they might carry over their attacks.
"What I'm asking is support from your country to assist in evacuating several villages in the area of Combat Zone II. Our forces are very busy with the guerillas slaughtering villagers, both SRC and Human "Conspirators". They want us extinct! We need someone..."
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 18, 2008 20:55:07 GMT -5
"Right-o. Althought I must admit, our forces of 750 and one L-5 will not be enough to quell these 'Brigands' you speak of," Major Douerington commented. "The only thing I can think of is possibly deploying our Far East Titan from Da Lian over to Lamation, pending your approval, and sending the move orders out to our commander operating the Titan."
"Although I do shudder to think about deploying forces into this conflict, I don't want to see a nation go into chaos over a few militants. So, Detris, what do you say to this? Will you approve of a Titan in Lamation to keep order?"
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 18, 2008 21:47:57 GMT -5
Detris had heard of these Titans and had heard of their power. She knew that the presence of this behemoth would definately instill fear into the Brigands. Although they were relatively small, the SRC and UNCC military were having a hard time finding them. They dug tunnels, hid among the populace and had the support of many human villages in the area. A Titan would certainly make the locals fear the army.
"You have my full support in thses matters. You can deploy it and right away. I am the temporary leader of the SRC UoS while the High Seniority is in surgery. I approve of this move into Lamation. Thank you for your support." Detris bobbed her head in one quick motion and turned to leave. As she walked out, she looked up at the sentry outposts and couldn't help wondering what the guards were thinking...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 18, 2008 22:56:55 GMT -5
Major Douerington smiled as he heard the words that allowed him to order the deployment of the Titan. With the heavy firepower and transport it provided, not only could a mass of soldiers be sent over, but there was also room available for guarding civilians. He knew that essentially, the Titan would be able to keep order in Lamation. If not, then the rebels would answer to the weaponry bestowed in and on it.
After seeing Detris off, he tuned his radio to the channel that the Titan in Da Lian was running on. He ensured that he was prepared, then said, "Commander Wessler of Titan FAEA, this is Major Douerington, 8th Battalion, 33rd Infantry. What is the status of your vessel in Da Lian, over?"
The voice responded, "All good, Major. Just finishing up business here. Why, what do you need?"
Douerington said, "I need the Titan here in the Clamparapan province of Lamation. There's a rebellion going on, and the SRC and UNCC needs our support, over."
The voice confirmed it, then mentioned, "Alright. I'll deploy Titan FAEA over to the region. It should arrive in the area within a day, day and a half tops, out."
The major smiled again. With the commander ensuring the Titan would be there, he knew very well that the Clamparapans would get much needed help. He ensured that these 'Brigands' would not go on harming innocents without answering to the Canton Rouge Army, no matter the cost...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 13, 2008 0:39:17 GMT -5
High Seniority Allia Domac looked out the window of her Suburban and smiled. She had made a final recovery and would finally be able to cut the ribbon, the symbolic "breaking of the bonds". The ribbon would be cut in front of the last factory, but, instead of being opened for the first time, the factory would be closed for the last time.
Stepping out of her car and moving to the podium, the High Seniority began her speech.
"We, the SRCs of the UoS, are no longer bound by factories. No longer must we rely on manufacturing and other robots to build our people. We have finally become an independent and free people!"
The cheers of the crowd made the High Seniority smile. Taking the ceremonious scissors, she placed the blades around the ribbon. Taking a deep breath, she closed the blades in a quick motion, cutting the ribbon. Turning, she addressed her people for the final time since the ceremony began a long two weeks ago.
"My people, you may now enjoy all the freedoms the newly established Union of Synthetics offers you! Go home and feel free!" The crowd exploded with cheering. Allia Domac felt like she could cry...
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