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Diplomacy and Events / Re: Troyes Affair
« Last post by Abertone on April 13, 2024, 01:06:09 PM »



With immediate effect the Empire of Abertone acknowledges the independence and sovereignty of the Republic of Troyes and offers our help and support in running a fair and truly independent referendum as and when it takes place.

Additionally the Empire will stand by Article 4 of our bilateral treaty that establishes the Dual Empire Network that monitors shipping. We shall therefore be informing Aosta of any potentially hostile threats heading south through the Straits of Shaw.

We wish the people of the new Republic of Troyes well.

Emperor Marco of Abertone
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Diplomacy and Events / Troyes Affair
« Last post by Aosta on April 13, 2024, 12:11:13 AM »
OOC- Dave has given me the OK with this.

62 men and women had gathered in the basement of the Fleur de Lys nightclub close to the beach front in the city of Troyes. For the past few weeks they'd all been taking trips over the border to Aosta where they'd meet up with members of the Empire's Special Forces. Many of the 62 had served with Real Marseille during the fight against Materna but their skills had become a little rusty, after all many of them weren't exactly career military types. One of the 62 was Jean-Pierre Cantona, the founder of Real Marseille and the first President of Marseille, he had persuaded his former comrades in arms to reform the paramilitary group and now with weapons supplied by the Empire of Aosta. Jean-Pierre hoped that they wouldn't be needed but as he checked that he had several spare magazines for his weapon he couldn't rule out it either. They'd tried everything to get the city back for their homeland and even with international support it seemed that Seaforth were intent on keeping hold of their little slice of Albion. "Friends today we shall take back to last piece of our homeland. When we kicked out that damn cult and restored our nation as a Republic all should have been well but as we've seen Troyes failed to get that and now we must toughen our hearts, strengthen our spirits and prepare once more to go into the fire if needed. We promised that we would free all of Marseille and now we must finish the task. You all know your duties for the day and I pray that we meet again with our mission complete." He headed round the room and shook hands with each of them. The last three people he made his way to had stood to one side and not mixed with the others.

Lt. Mirko Russo, Sgt Ruben Clemente and Leading Rate Sara Zanetti had flown in that morning as tourists and stood in civilian clothing, accreditation given to them as journalists while in reality Russo and Clemente were members of the nations elite commando force Zanetti was a radio operator with the Navy. They were here to ensure that high command back home had a clear picture of what was happening. "You all set JP?" Russo asked Cantona as they shook hands.

"As much as we ever can be. You're sure everything is in place?" The former President enquired.

"Yes sir. We've had confirmation just a few hours ago.  We've got your back." With that reassurance the members of Real Marseille placed their rifles in gym bags and stuck pistols into holsters concealed under their jackets before they headed out. At first they made their way in ones and twos leaving at short intervals from the nightclubs back entrance. They made their way down towards the military base that dominated the harbour. There were the usual protests there with Cantona recognising several old friends who had fought alongside him years ago. They stood there with flags and plackards demanding the Seaforthians go home. It was once all the group had got themselves in position that the plan swung into action. There were four roads that lead to the base and now a large box truck full of bricks had swung across each blocking access by road to the base. Cars beeped their horns as traffic began to back up in the streets around the camp. The drivers exited the vehicles and their passengers stuck huge knives into the tyres other members of the group hurried forward and pulled on ropes sending banners unrolling down the side of the truck announcing that the Seaforthian base was now closed and that Real Marseille were in charge of the road blocks. Some of the crowd having seen the banners began cheering.

WIth the base now effectively stopped by the road a flotilla of four fishing boats appeared and dropped anchor in attempts to block the entrance to their dockyard. All that was left was an aerial approach and that would be next to impossible for the folk of Real Marseille to stop. While the locals did their work Zanetti kept the Aostan government up to date and then when the boats had dropped anchor the next stage of the plan swung into action.


Quote from: Real Marseille Statement

At 11:45am on 12th April 2024 the people of Real Marseille have determined that we can wait no longer. Today we have taken action to restore the city of Troyes to the control of Marseille. As a result we have today claimed an estimated 95% of the city for the newly established Republic of Troyes. In addition we also assert our rights to all waters, as laid out by the FSC and all air-space as recognised by international law. We hereby also declare that on the 1st July 2024 a referendum will be run in the city giving people a choice as to whether to remain their own independent Republic or rejoin with Marseille. Until that time Jean-Pierre Cantona will serve as interim President.


Almost instantaneously a group of Aostan naval vessels made their way into what Cantona had described as his new territorial waters. The HIMS Rothari lead a pair of Destroyers (Perctarit and Godepat) and the same number of Frigates (Liupert and Raginpert) took up positions on the main naval route into Troyes and then transmitted their own message

Quote from: Message from Aosta

As of 11:50 am on the 12th April 2024 the Empire of Aosta formally recognises the Republic of Troyes and Mr.Jean-Pierre Cantona as their provisional President. In an agreement confirmed by both nations the Imperial Navy of Aosta is to take up a role of maritime security for the new Republic until such a time as they can take responsibility for doing so. We wish this new nation the best and look forward to a bright future as neighbours
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Vignettes / Re: Lifetimes of Change (Historical Vignettes set from 1891 - 2011)
« Last post by Daitō on April 12, 2024, 06:50:50 PM »
The Flight of Justice
Hiroioki, Kyūre, Izumi Prefecture
August 29th, 1945
11:56 AM


   Early in the morning, as had been the case nearly uninterrupted for just shy of six years, the local chapter of the tonarigumi had distributed its circular to the residents of Hiroioki, as similar chapters had done across the nation. It was a practice for which Yuna had been well-accustomed to, even if today’s edition was rather different. Usually, it was multiple pages, filled with work assignments, the news, tips for everyday chores, and a fair bit of wartime propaganda. But when it came in today, it was very different. A single paper, a single message. ”There will be an important radio broadcast at noon today.” it said, which was frankly quite unusual. It didn’t even specify a station, so it must’ve been important enough that it was gonna be on all of ‘em. Maybe it was about the fighting down south? After all, there’d been a report last night that the Amami Islands—or rather, the Satsunan Islands as the news had referred to them by—had been liberated, but surely they weren’t just repeating old news, right?

   She later learned that it was a broadcast by His Imperial Majesty himself.

   At just shy of 11:58, a voice came over the radio asking that everyone remain at attention for an important announcement. It was just the five of them in the house; Yuna, Azumi, Natsumi, Iwao’s aunt, and Mrs. Fukumori, whose own radio was presently broken. All of them sat in silence as, through the static, the national anthem was played. Its words, though written in the praise of the Emperor, were such that they stirred the emotions of those who listened, who knew the song by heart as instructed since their earliest years. Indeed, it was one of the first songs Yuna had learned to sing, as had been the case for most everyone born after the honorable restoration, and today, it reminded her of all the struggles they had been through.

   At noon, a man began to speak, though his words seemed archaic and somewhat hard to hear. It took a few moments for it to click in, but she soon realized that this was Emperor Kunan, the very same man whom her father had met twice before. The first time was long, long ago, back before she had been born. Back then, he was merely a Prince, seventeen years of age, when the Emperor had bestowed upon her father the Golden Kite. The second was a few weeks ago, when he was summoned to Shinkyo to report on the damage sustained in Kyūre and surrounding towns, most especially to the various arsenals in the region. Yet what she was struck by most of all wasn’t that he was speaking to the nation, but that he seemed so… ordinary, at least in terms of his voice. But what mattered was not his voice, however normal it sounded, but rather what he was saying.
   ”...obtaining within our empire today, we have decided to effect a settlement of the present situation…” he said, and it was clear he took no pleasure in doing this. It continued for some time, even though it was often hard to understand. ”...it is according to the dictates of time and fate that We have resolved to pave the way for a grand peace for all the generations to come by enduring the unendurable and suffering what is insufferable.” The broadcast continued, but eventually, it would have to come to an end. ”...Cultivate the ways of rectitude, foster nobility of spirit, and work with resolution–so that you may enhance the innate glory of the imperial state and keep pace with the progress of the world.” The Emperor said, and then the broadcast ended, though not without a presenter restating that the broadcast had been by him.

   “I guess that means…” Hiroyo said after a moment. Yuna, for her part, was silent, still processing what had been said on the radio mere moments ago. She felt as though a well of emotions had just been opened up, feelings she had bottled up not simply since last month, but for longer still.
   “We… We lost the war, didn’t we?” Asked Kyoko. Why did she have to say that? Yuna grit her teeth and gripped her dress as it finally set in for her.
   “It sure seems that way.” Natsumi sighed.
   “Well, at least it’s finally over.” Azumi said as she stood up and walked off.

   “But… Why?” Yuna finally asked, her emotions slowly boiling over. Why had they lost? Had it all been for nothing? All the lives lost? All the friends she had to watch go off to war, only to return as ashes in a box or as nothing at all? Was Isao’s apparent death for nothing? Kahori’s!? And what of all the boys who had gone off to fight in the islands? They had just reclaimed them for the Empire, and they were just throwing it all away???
   “They did drop that nasty bomb on Hatsukaichi, y’know.” Kyoko reminded her.
   “We lost a lot of people in the Satsunans, too. Can’t keep fighting ‘til there’s nobody left.” Hiroyo added.
   “Were we not prepared to do just that!?” Yuna shouted as she stood up. “They said we were going to fight to the last man! Look around you, there’s still five of us alive right here!” She continued, her voice wavering as tears streamed down her face. ”Why would they give in after all we’ve gone through!?!?”

   And at that, she stormed out of the house.
12:32 PM

   It felt as though the world which she had been born into was slipping away. The justice and righteousness of her homeland, blown away as the petals of the cherry blossom on the wind. Everything they had done, everything they had endured for the sake of victory, of the “liberation of East Ardia.” All of that had been ripped away, and right as they had been on the verge of victory, too. Even if it had just been a ceasefire—an armistice—as she’d overheard someone say on her way up the hill, this newfound peace tasted of bitter defeat, and at best, all they had achieved was a return to the world before the war. But what if it wasn’t as they said? Would Tsukishima be stripped from them, and with it, all of the food it produced and which they relied on so much?

   Why? Why did it have to be this way? Had it all been a lie? Was the war really predicated on the liberation of Fusan’s brothers and sisters in the south, or was that all just an excuse for an attempt to subjugate others? Maybe that was why, Yuna thought as she looked around the terrace, scarce of vegetation as it was, this had all happened. They—the military, the government, hell, even the people as a whole—had sought to reshape the world through violent means, and so, through violence, they had been cowed, forced to reckon with the hopelessness of their cause. ”The mighty fall at last to become as dust on the wind.” as the old tale went. Was that what this all amounted to? Dust on the wind?

   Kahori and Isao… They didn’t live long enough to see what would come of this beautiful land. Neither did the boys on the Fusō, nor did countless others who gave of themselves everything for a dream which, in truth, could never be achieved. And as she sat in the field, looking up toward the heavens, at that moment, Yuna once more wished she had died without knowing all of this. Without knowing how hopeless it truly was. Without getting to see those who killed so many walk away rather than face justice for their crimes. And so, she cried.
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Ambassador's Son suspected of joining the Gugnir




Neu Uburzis Stadt, 12.4.2024



Among the shocking news about the Gugnir attack on the Alander Democracy, disturbing news about the Son of the Imperial Ambassador in Nya Aland has reached the Empire. Ortwin Voss, son to Ambassador Caius Julian Voss, is suspected of colluding with the Gugnir. The Ambassador has been caught on a partial recording with several news sources as he seemingly had been yelling at staff for being put on leave. While we still clear up the Audio, so far it can be assumed that Ortwin is suspected of working together with the Gugnir in some capacity.

The Palace so far has reported that they'll look into these claims, and see into Ortwin's communication to the embassy. Though they have stated that Ambassador Voss was put on leave before this reveal.
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War and Conflict / Re: Holmgång
« Last post by Norgeras on April 12, 2024, 03:32:43 PM »
Ortwin had a Membership card for the Odinisitc Order, and several pictures in his social media proof of his regular temple visits and the large tattoo on his back to proof he had in fact joined. He hadn't answered when they inquired about his family ties, let them work for their hostage he thought to himself. His mind raced on how to get out of the Situation, he had made a move that he wouldn't trust the ferry not to be rigged with explosives. Now he had to find a way to sit out until the army marched in, without dying himself.

Once the Gungnir held their little recruitment speech he started making excuses as to why not to join. Obviously, he wasn't a nya aland citizen, then there's the part about his father being the ambassador. A fair amount of reason for now to keep his feet down and try and wait this out. Though their little pep talk did remind him how the recruiters back home fished for easily impressible boys to sign up for the cadet academies without their parents consent. He always thought it kind of funny how the internationals had harked down on the bene gesserit when the Empire flat out openly trained children for potential warfare. Well, then again simply defining you as a young adult past the age of thirteen helped a lot. For now Ortwin tried to push the memories of marching and shooting training aside while waiting for the situation to develop from his room. Though he did start mapping out possible escape routes from the complex in his head.





"What do you mean i am on temporary Leave?!"

The Embassy halls shook with Caius Julian Voss voice after a meeting with his staff.

"The Prince Regent has made it rather clear that in the public Eye you are better suited to look the worried father at least. And we all know the Emperor is rather cross with you to start with Voss."

His Secretarian pinched his nose as he opened the door: "Go back to your apartment for now and stay on standby. make sure you are seen to look worried or upset about the gugnir. Just don'T make yourself look like an arse again."

"I'll kick my Sons arse and whoop it again if he got himself mixed up with these lunatics. No, ill march past the gugnir myself and give him a second public whooping if he dishonors me again!"

"And that Voss, is why you are on Leave for now. Now keep your feet still."

Of course, Voss was loud enough several people had overheard part of that argument....

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War and Conflict / Re: Holmgång
« Last post by KrisNord on April 12, 2024, 12:01:14 AM »
While Östanåker Maritime College sat just outside the town itself a 2nd group of black fatigue clad men and women had began barracading the town. They had moved into the small police station where just five officers had been on duty. The 100 or so Gungnir now turned it into something of HQ with the officers locked inside the holding cells. In the north of the nation various other small towns had seen similar groups turn up and take over their neighbourhoods. It was soon apparent this had been a well organised attempt at some kind of pustch with around 8,000 Gungnir operatives taking up arms to stake their claim to the country. Not all of them where Ålanders, a handful, maybe as many as a 200 had come from Holmvik and then a further 100 or so were converts from across Mundus. So far the Ålander military was beginning to get its intelligence sorted as the isolation of the northern towns often meant that communication could be slow and in many cases the Gungnir had taken people there totally by surprise.

In the College itself the process was well under way. While the original gunmen began sorting the various groups a black car with tinted windows arrived. A lady with flame red hair exited. She was dressed in a smart business suit but a small pistol sat on her hip. By now the only people remaining in the hall were the Ålanders who were Odinists and the lady assessed the group and scanned a list of names she'd taken from one of the gunman. "Take them to the sports hall for now" The men did as instructed.

Ortwin was stood at the west wall one of the men, a rifle slung on his back approached him and pushed him into line. Over the next twenty minutes each of the students were given a chance to either show their ID proving they were Odinists or given a chance to state their case. If they convinced the man with the list or had their ID on them they were sent to the sports hall, those who couldn't were left to one side and then escorted two at a time off to their rooms to grab "proof" that they were Odinist, at this point if they failed to convince the Gungnir they were taken to stand with the foreign group. It was Otwin's turn, the man with the list of names stepped in front of him. "Name please?" He asked in a tone that was actually rather friendly. "Voss.....Voss....Voss...." he said to himself more than anything as he scanned down the list. "ah got you." he said tapping the name with his pen. "Neu Urburzis....don't get many Odnists from there I bet" he smiled at Ortwin. "Ah yes" he scanned across the line of the information. "Some diplomatic link I see......doesn't say what though" he turned the paper and Ortwin would have seen his name, his student ID number, date of birth, nationality and then a few letters, one was a "D" which meant the individual may potentially have diplomatic immunity. "So we need to keep this quick....ID card, temple membership card or what else have you got that shows your one of us?" He asked and listend to Ortwin's reply. They waited for him to make his case and then satisfied the man finally introduced himself. "OK, I'm Lt. Jasper Holm, if you need anything once this is done this is my card." He handed the man a white business card and then turned to the next in line. Once the process had been completed Ortwin found himself in the sports hall where a hastily set up pair of tables waited with a gunman sat behind each one.

Alisa meanwhile had been frog marched off by another gunman. There she'd been taken back to her room and given just a short amount of time to grab her valuables. As Ortwin was being sent into the sports hall she was helped up onto one of the trucks by a man. "I'll pass you that up Miss" the man said. They may be toting guns but all of the Gungnir seemed to be acting as politely as you could in such a situation and were almost like you'd expect a policeman during some natural disaster evacuation to act. He offered a hand to help her up and then lifted her suitcase up. Once the truck was full its rear curtain was dropped and a voice on a speaker told them to prepare to set off. The trucks took off out the courtyard and were soon on their way. The truck ran pretty smoothly for about twenty minutes, a few of her fellow truck passengers had their phones out, there was no signal, it seemed the Gungnir had somehow stopped them getting a signal of any kind. Soon they began bouncing around a little more but only for a few minutes until they stopped and the engine turned off. They were parked on a quayside with a ferry sat there "You've a 24 hour ferry ride ahead of you. Once in international waters you'll be given the location of your drop of. We shall inform your embassy of your destination too so don't worry. There is food and drink onboard. Please watch your step as you board" the men from the trucks helped people board and while there was no aggression or violence there were men watching with rifles and dogs. Several other trucks arrived bringing people from other parts around Östanåker. Once everyone was onboard the PA system fired up. "Ladies and Gentleman welcome aboard the MV Jordi. Our journey will be around 24 hours. The restaurant on deck three will be open, tea and coffee is available at the cafe's throughout the ship. We have weather reports that the sea is relatively calm so we don't expect much of a problem." the voice sounded no different to as if they were going out on a day trip. Thirty minutes after they had arrived on the quayside the ship pushed off.

Back in the sports hall Ortwin and the other Odinists, both foreigners and locals had been instructed to sit on the bleachers in front of the two tables. Once everyone was in the lady with red hair entered. She carried a megaphone now and using the siren function on it silenced the room. She then let it hang by her side while she simply just spoke loudly. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Katja Mannersson. I am a liaison officer for the Ministry of Defence. I am here to do two things. First is to reassure you that you are in no harm. We will be giving you some instructions for your safety and if these are complied with you have nothing to worry about. Unfortunately for now we are all under martial law. You will be free to move about the insides of the college but we ask that you do not leave for the time being. Communications are currently down but we expect them to be restored within the next two hours. We'll let you know when and then we encourage you to contact your families and let them know your fine. The second reason I am here is to offer you a chance to serve your people. Sadly there are some who do not seem like they will accept the legal change of government and as a result we are lacking a full strength security force. Anyone willing to do their bit to defend the only Odinist homeland on Mundus we encourage you to come and sign up. Its a big step we know so Bjorn and Torben will be here for the next two hours if anyone wishes to enroll. If you have no military experience thats fine, we are more than happy to help you learn. We will be offering a signing up bonus as well.....just think, that'll help pay off some of those student debts." She smiled at the audience of students. "If you have any questions come and see me, Torben or Bjorn. Otherwise in thirty minutes time you can return to your rooms etc, for now please just be patient, sign up, ask questions but please remain in the sports hall." She went and stood close to Torben waiting to see people's reactions.
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Diplomacy and Events / Re: A Broken Liaison (Rokkenjima in Mktvartvelo)
« Last post by Beatrice on April 11, 2024, 10:17:50 PM »

Gregory McKenna arrives in Mktvartvelo.

If the invitation to Pyrettania had been accepted his presence here wouldn't be necessary, yet when the Empress came to him with a request it was his duty to fulfill it so here he found himself. He didn't entirely enjoy the task before him and didn't entirely trust his hosts, a position shared by many Rokkenjimans to be honest, but he would nonetheless give a fair ear to their words while fulfilling his duty to see the best interests of the Empress and, by extension, the Rokkenjiman People, would be realized through his presence. "Thank you, a pleasure I'm sure," McKenna would say as he offered a handshake to Vazha Virsaladze. "Let's do this then, yes?" he replied to the later question.

"It's a positive development to be sure," McKenna would reply, "now as we're granted some time prior to my meeting with the Prime Minister I would appreciate if a summary of the State Security Powers Act of 1974 was prepared, with highlights of the provisions which Abstergo allegedly is in violation of so that I may review it on behalf of the Empress and act in her steed. I don't wish to go into this meeting blind, so if you can see that's done you'll have my immense gratitude," he continued with a smile.
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International News Networks / Re: Rokkenjima Broadcasting Corporation (RBC)
« Last post by Beatrice on April 11, 2024, 09:52:28 PM »


Abstergo First Rokkenjiman Company Worth Over $1 Trillion


Despite facing possible anti-trust action and difficulties with the Unitary State, Abstergo enters 2024 worth $1.2 trillion. Pictured above is Albert Relkin, CEO of Abstergo Industries.

Mr. Relkin navigated Abstergo Industries through some headwinds in recent times, with troubles abroad in the Unitary State and the potential for anti-trust action back home. However, thanks to the successful launches of aOS, nexus and Lexa AI, as well as securing further contracts for the Defense Solutions Division, Abstergo has seen its market cap increase to र652.4bn ($1.2tn) with some analysts questioning whether Abstergo is on path to become the first trillion-Ducat company in Rokkenjiman history after this milestone. Abstergo stocks received a boost on the successful conclusion of the antitrust matter, while gains in the field of AI offset other challenges such as the loss to Rosa Shipyards to construct the Ryōshi Class Ordinance Ship. "We're still building the Gojira class," Relkin was quick to add, "and while Ryōshi will be built by Rosa her brains will be designed and built by Abstergo Industries."

"What led us to this point," Relkin paused, "is a combination of factors. Profits and revenues beating expectations is one part of the equation and, moving into the future, Abstergo is exploring options for periodic stock buy-backs as considered appropriate by the Board of Directors. While we took a bit of a hit during the unfortunate Mktvartvelo affair and antitrust action here in Rokkenjima investors have nonetheless remembered Abstergo's historic reputation as a safe investment in times of economic uncertainty. Add to this the fact that aOS has seen its marketshare in Rokkenjima increase to 64%, nexus reach 43% and, while that last number might be concerning we're largely competing against SyncOS, although the rate of adoption of nexus is most promising. Abstergo projects that nexus will overtake SyncOS before the end of the year, and we'll see aOS north of 70% at that point as well. We're doing all the right things, providing products that resonate within our markets, so that's why we've cracked the trillion-dollar ceiling. Naturally our next target will be the trillion-Ducat ($2tn) ceiling, though I can't accurately say when that might happen."

"We also have in Lexa AI a trailblazing, revolutionary AI platform which expands its capabilities with each day that passes. Much like the internet transformed the world around three decades ago AI is ushering in another revolution; it's already changing nearly every industry and is impacting our society in ways we're only just starting to understand. As this technology becomes more capable I envision it taking repetitive and dangerous tasks from human hands, freeing humanity toward those pursuits they're so much better equipped for; work that requires creativity, empathy and, yes, humanity. Just as the industrial age eased the lives of our ancestors, freeing them from spending countless hours toiling under the hot sun harvesting crops by hand while bringing the world closer together via the steamship and train, AI will bring us closer together by taking over menial tasks while freeing people to pursue more enlightened paths. Today, however," he paused as he produced an aOS phone, "everyone who has an aOS phone or nexus PC has their own digital butler, enabling them to be more present in their lives while leaving things such as making reservations, appointments, booking flights, hotel rooms, even ordering household deliveries and services in Lexa's capable hands."

"Continuing on Lexa, we've seen a shift in how Rokkenjimans search for information on the web. While previously one would open a browser, go to a search engine, type a query and hit 'search' we've instead seen people pulling out their phones and simply asking Lexa instead. Personally I can't tell you how many times I've been out and about, perhaps shopping and a song I haven't heard in years comes on and all I have to do is say "Lexa, who is this?" and, seconds later, she gives me the name of the song, the band, the album the song is on and when it was released. That's a simple example yes, but it's something that is only recently possible thanks to the work of Abstergo and other efforts abroad." Naturally at this point the RBC pointed to the Journey XR from Arasaka.

"We've got something in the works there," Relkin replied with a grin. "Similar concept, but on a different scale than what the team at Arasaka is aiming for. Imagine having a cinema experience wherever you might be, or a workspace that occupies the space around you, all controllable with your eyes, voice and hands. It's in the works at the Future Technologies Division and while they don't have a name for it yet I've been floating Abstergo Marvel might be appropriate for the vision we have in mind. We'll see what marketing comes up with in the mean time, naturally, though I think when people see this they'll truly marvel at the potential one can fit into a headset."
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Sporting Hub / Re: Rugby World Cup 2024 - OOC
« Last post by KrisNord on April 11, 2024, 09:28:37 PM »
UC for all please.
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Sporting Hub / Re: Rugby World Cup 2024 - OOC
« Last post by Libby on April 10, 2024, 11:24:46 PM »
Lodja and both kaitaines in for everything please.
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