Abortion: Not formally banned.
Age of Consent: 18.
Age of Majority: 18.
Alcohol: Legal for purchase at the age of 18.
Birth Control: Legal.
Cannabis: Legal for recreational use at age 18.
Divorce: Legal.
Driving Age: 14.
Education: Primary education spans 8 years, secondary spans 4. Post-secondary education is free for citizens with 2+ years of military service.
Eminent Domain: The state may appropriate any land at any given time.
Euthanasia: Legal.
Flag Desecration: Banned, punishable by death in some cases.
Gambling: Banned.
Gender: The state recognizes 3 genders. Male, female and 'alternative'.
Gun Control: Civilians may not own firearms under any circumstances.
Human Cloning: Legal, actively pursued by the State.
Military Service: 10 months required for every able bodied male, exceptions exist.
Narcotics: Non-medical use banned.
Political Parties: Banned.
Polygamy: Banned.
Pornography: Banned but seldom enforced.
Prostitution: Banned.
Same-sex Marriage: Not formally banned.
Sex-change Therapy: Legal, required to change gender on official documents.
Slavery: Illegal.
Torture: Not formally banned.
Trial by Jury: Required in most cases above misdemeanor. The state reserves the right to override the judicial process.
Voting Rights: No voting system is in place. Presumed to be illegal.

Of course, it was hard to 'enjoy' the silent dreadful anticipation that life as they had always know it was about to disappear like ashes upon the wind. The scratching of pencils and clattering of keyboards gave way to muffled sounds of warfare just beyond the horizon and quiet sobbing from the corner office. As the minutes dragged on, Constable Ken Ohmura found himself begging for it to finally end; the hand of fate already dealt, he'd rather not wait to see it. If there were ever a good time to pick up smoking, it would likely be right now.

This terrible silence continued on for nearly an hour, predictably uneventful until finally there was a commotion at the front desk; just out of view of them. Then, a dozen camouflage and balaclava clad men funneled their way into the back offices; the foremost three lazily pointed their rifles among the desks while those behind didn't seem to bother. "Surrender your weapons, do not leave yours seats." The only bare-headed man among the gaggle of soldiers ordered, his accent thick; his blocky, stone-hewn face belying his sharp gaze. He affixed himself on Ken, not having to speak a word to reaffirm his message.

Ken raised his five-shot revolver above his head slowly, eyes stuck on the NQF officer the entire time. Slowly but with a recurrent grace, he swung the cylinder open, giving his pistol a small shake as to let the bullets scatter across the floor. He felt half-tempted to punctuate it with a spit, but felt that his mood was adequately conveyed already.

The officer clicked his tongue in turn, though his face remained unchanged. With one swipe he took the revolver and carried on without looking at Ken twice. The soldiers converged on the captain's office as they collected weapons from Ken's disheartened comrades, most disappearing inside while a handful of those armed with rifles stood watch outside.

Minutes passed and the soldiers soon departed, a terrified looking Captain following them out of the office to see them out. When the last soldier stomped out the front door, the Captain turned back to them; forehead now wholly glazed over with sweat. "Take Tomorrow and Tuesday off, we all have big things to discuss when you come back." He said meekly to his staff. At first simply encouraging them to go home, but soon the Captain was frantically trying to kick the last few policemen out of the office.

Ken spent the next two days wide-eyed and sleepless.

Blessed are our unborn children, for they will never know what we have lost.

At the end of 2019, the Neo Quywe Federation strode into the last remaining cities of independent Himeyama like death upon its black horse. Resistance has flickered but not been extinguished, turning from organized military resistance to savage bands of guerillas scurrying about the southern marshes.

Nation Name: Sarinnk

Nation Link: N/A

Provinces you wish to claim:
1: B80
2: B77
3:
4:
5:
6:

Proposed colour of your nation on the map: Greyish purple, or purplish grey.

I, yasha, have read the rules set down above, and agree to follow them.

Early. Real fucking early.
FOB Spiteful Indignation, Kispos

The muted rumbling and thumps of an artillery barrage stirred Cain awake on his bunk. The barracks came to life with shuffling just for a moment.

An uproar of chattering gunfire broke out, very loud and seemingly only a couple blocks away. “Whoa! What the fuck!?” A corpsman shouted, the sleeping BSC company scrambled awake and rushed to get geared up before anyone bothered to give any orders. Another wave of shells soared over Kispos, hammering into nearby roads and buildings when the gunfire died down.

Movement around the base became frantic. “They’re probably moving up on us! Get organized!” Lancer Ashikaga shouted, trying to spot her NCOs amid the chaos.

A pair of armored cars rolled to a stop past the gate while the hastily equipped Federation troops gathered outside, bearing the sort of alien symbolism that was unmistakably CDL. A ragtag group of paramilitaries scrambled out of the vehicles and scattered into nearby alleys and buildings.

“We’re keeping watch, my friends!” A helmetless paramilitary exclaimed, nervously clutching an SVD as he slunk behind an open metal grate and into the sprawling alleyways. Another paramilitary scrambled atop the leading car and took control of the mounted .50.

“I’m so fucked.” Miki groaned, quietly taking her AA-12 and a handful of box magazines from the quartermaster. “You’re in the Corps. We’re so fucked, Spearman.” Tanao said with a little smirk, passing her by. “Squad’s waiting on you outside, Clysperi positions are under siege and command wants us to go help them.”

“Which ones?” Miki prodded, slinging the bulky support weapon over her shoulder.

“The ones just down the street.” The Shieldbearer replied, leading her outside. Another barrage of shells screeched overhead and crashed like thunder far out of sight, far more intense than the one they’d received. Whoever those ones hit were probably seeing the brunt of the offensive.

Miki followed behind, quickly falling in line with her platoon, their briefing was expectedly short. Bad guys that way, hold ‘em off.

17.12.2019 Thoughts and manuscripts

Ultimately, I think this new direction in foreign policy will save the Republic. The cavalry isn’t coming for us, whatever the Federation says its doing in Clysperis is a practice run. All those little tricks they learn while out fighting the Clysperi Confederation will inevitably be used against us. The last thing I want is a swift defeat of the Armed Republic at the hands of Junko. Outnumbered, outgunned and out-finessed, we have to push aggressively for even the slightest advantage; in war and politics.

Objectively, the Fleuroix is the ideal place to start. While Junko pursues economic partners in MidAranye, I somehow doubt they’re in any hurry to win over a staunch democracy in Albion. We’ve lost time by pretending to exist in a bubble with the Federation, the zealots have spread their wings. The time to act is now.

M.S.

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“Madam Musashi. We’ve passed over Quinntopia Bay.” Nodding back into consciousness, she answered without moving. “Thank you.” Work was exhausting. Press conferences, heated board meetings and towering stacks of paperwork; the only time she could afford to sleep well is when she couldn’t afford to sleep poorly.

Dark circles and bloodshot eyes, battlefield wounds of the white collar worker. While she half-hoped for enough sympathy from the Fleuroix for them to ignore it like her colleagues, she decided against it and begrudgingly put off working the day before.

Elsewhere on the plane, the Head of Finance and Head of Domestic Economic Development furiously shuffled notes back and forth. Akira Maeda and Ichiro Nakashima respectively; among the Republic’s best assets going into diplomacy.

As the hours passed, the plane began its descent over Cœur. Green fields and towering clouds washed over with sunlight; peaceful. With a landing impending, Premier Musashi  collected their gift to the Fleuroix. A stylized (and harmless.) rendition of the axe on the Fleuroix flag, wrapped in a silk banner in their colors. Handmade and stamped by a small workshop far away from the Himeyan cities.

The plane soon found solid ground and began rumbling to a halt along the runway in front of the Fleuroix. A final jerk of momentum as the plane stopped was the Premier’s signal to rush to the door, first to greet their hosts with a bow and their gift.

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16:07
West of Kispos, Clysperis

Like a skillet 20 minutes out of the oven, the ground was burning hot. Though far preferable to the storm of bullets cracking overhead. Against a gouge in the earth, Cain impatiently prepared himself for another push. The closer they got to the hamlet, the more enemy guns joined in on bearing down upon their squad; an orchestra of cheap guns and bullets hiding among the houses. Hearing a break in it, Miki shouted over to Tanao. “Hey SB!”

Immediately another swarm of tracers shot by. Miki flinched, her composure being whisked away with the speeding bullets. “Yeah?” Tanao called back. “What’s the plan? Can’t Force Recon come back us up?” She shouted warily over the suppressing fire. “Too late, Spearman! Force Recon just had orders to pull out! We’re alone with these guys!”

“Fuck!”

“Agreed! Only way past the barbarians is through them. Fireteam B, form up on Serizawa!” A few heads behind Cain, Serizawa hailed in response.  “Aye. Where we going, SB?” She asked, nonchalantly dropping her magazine while she fished around on her vest for another. “Up the hill, Ash. Rest of us will support your team until you can get close.”

Ash saluted lazily in response. “On me, newbloods. You earn your first taste of glory today.”

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09:00
NQF Operational Headquarters, Bespi, Clysperis

“This doesn’t feel like a coffee and cigarettes type of meeting, Field General.” Around Saejima, the faces of every high ranking officer in the area sat in a row of desks, alongside some foreign representatives. “It’s not, but drink up. It’s gonna be a long day for us. Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve got bad news and good news. The bad news is that Force Recon picked apart enemy force composition in Apne. These rebels aren’t merely looking to push into Kispos; they’re prepping a blitzkrieg. On top of that, we’ve become suspicious that foreign elements are embedded in the Confederation’s ranks."

The Field General procured a small remote and fiddled with it for a moment. A projector hummed to life, quickly booting up to display a colorless security tape. “Force Recon calls them super terrorists. Our current theory is that they’re foreign trained mercenaries disguised as local fighters, for what reason we do not yet know."

The footage abruptly started playing on the cracked wall. A compilation of normal looking insurgents raiding CDL and RCA buildings. The officers looked on in dismay, there was a pattern to the way the ‘super terrorists’ moved and fought; they were almost certainly combat veterans, well drilled and merciless. Far better than what the Black Sash Corps had been running into so far.



A hand shot up in the corner. “And the good news, sir?”

“The good news is that they’re coming up against the Black Sash Corps. We believe that these ‘super terrorists’ are nominally associated with Clysperi Confederation, and have a separate leader operating in confederate held lands. But that only concerns some of you. As for the rest, warn your men about these fighters and ensure they’re prepared to take them on. Dismissed.”

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16:18
West of Kispos, Clysperis

“Yo SB. This is Miki, They’re crawling up on us.” Anxiously, her and Ash propped themselves up against a low wall dividing the houses. A dozen or so voices constantly shouted around them between volleys of gunfire. “Nakae. You and Ohmura get into the house behind us and keep those snipers busy. We’ll have this hamlet cleared in no time.”

Unceremoniously Ash shoved Miki with a drum magazine, lined with shotgun shells. “000 buckshot. Hope you’re not squeamish, spearman.” Miki took it without a word, looking Ash in the eye. With a collection of drum mags around her waist, Miki slid the magazine into place and held up her hand in an ‘ok’ gesture.

Muffled gunshots rang out in the house behind them and intensified for a moment before stopping. Along with the shouting from the nearby houses. “I’m inside and the house is clear. Ohmura got hit though.” The insurgents began to speak again, leaving their positions on the top floors of houses and converging in on their house. “They’re moving. Nakae cover us.”

“Negative, team lead. Ohmura’s bleeding.”

“Keep him stabilized, but we’re all dead if these barbarians push through.”

One man began shouting as he drew in close to the house, running right past the low wall without seeing the pair. Miki’s heart slammed in her chest seeing a man in mismatched camouflage run past. Instinctively she brought the shotgun to her shoulder and squeezed down. A pair of shotgun shells flew out the ejection port and the man rolled over on the ground dead.

The chorus of shouting flared up into an uproar and with it, long bursts of fire. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Miki growled to herself. With nowhere else to hide, she dropped to the deck; awkwardly lying atop her ammunition. More insurgents came rushing in; taking pot shots at the corpsman before collapsing under a hail of shotgun fire. “You guys need to MOVE! They’re going around for another push.”

“On you, Spearman! We’re getting inside.”

“‘Kay.”

Shakily she knocked away the drum mag and loaded another in. The barbarians were right on the other side of the wall, moving to cut them off. “I’m ready! Let’s GTFO.” Following Ash’s eyes, she sprinted out towards the back of the house with her weapon aimed from her hip. Another insurgent rushed into a view with submachine gun in hand, managing to fire off a few rounds before Miki reflexively gunned him down.

With a bottomless pool of adrenaline, she continued running past the wall and into view of more insurgents. To stop sprinting now would be death. So she held the shotgun right up against her chest as she ran, spraying empty shells out in front of her, caring little if she actually hit any of them. She turned in towards the house and dove for the entrance, barely landing inside. Ash quickly followed suit and helped her to her feet once they were somewhere safe. “You good, Spearman?” She asked nonchalantly, dusting the pale gray gravel off her black jacket. “Fucker tagged me, winded but I don't think I'm bleeding.” Miki huffed.

“Adrenaline is something else, innit? Hunker down for an assault; the barbarians are gonna come in hot.” Ash pat her firmly on the back and checked to see she wasn’t bleeding. “Yo! How’s Ohmura?”

“I only need two arms to shoot, Ma’am.” Ohmura called back, clearly in pain but obviously not dead.

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By the time NQF armored and artillery assets made landfall in Clysperis, the fighting had already begun in earnest. Worse yet, a storm was gathering in Apne and there was nothing they could do except weather it. By week’s end, Force Recon had tallied dozens of BTRs and BMPs; alongside an armada of pickup trucks and technicals. The Clysperi Confederacy was preparing to storm Kispos, more than likely with some ‘super terrorists’ in tow.

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Citizens should be advised, as of 12:47PM today, the Brilliant Speaker has passed an edict that shall alter the status of Psi-class controlled substances within the Syumaera metro area. The Psi classification of substances refers to most common and popular psychedelics used in the world today, which includes but is not limited to, LSD, psilocybin and DMT (An active and highly potent component of ayahuasca).

These substances have been declared legal for recreational use and starting on December 20th, shall become available for purchase in many Syumaera pharmacies. Widespread legalization of Psi-class substances is being withheld, as the Brilliant Speaker has declared their use within Syumaera as an ongoing experiment. The long-term status of these substances will depend on how these changes fare in Syumaera.

Also a component of the Speaker's divine edict, the NQF Knowledge Development Group shall begin more widespread tests involving controlled substances of every class. Our brightest minds believe that the legal status of these substances elsewhere on Mundus has left their potential untested, and believe that further testing could uncover much knowledge on how the human mind, body and psyche work.

OOC: Quick guide to important characters and stuff before I begin.

Suplex: Platoon of Black Sash Corps regulars.
Lancer Juri Ashikaga: Platoon lead. Street smart veteran.
Shielder Tanao Utsoshima: Squad lead. Unenthusiastic to fight but well-regarded as a leader.
Spearman Miki Awano: Support gunner. Aggressive personality, regarded as obnoxious by some.
Spearman Cain Haseda: Squad marksman. Himeyan expat from UC, enlisted to have uni paid for.


Alchemist: Special forces unit.
Shielder Hiroyuki "Nish" Nishikiyama: Team leader. Highly seasoned veteran.
Spearman Junpei "Backblast" Omori: Demolitions expert. Struggles with mental health.
Spearman Rengo Kawakami: Newly trained special operative. Navy veteran.
Spearman Makoto Terada: Acclaimed sniper.

Zilla: Armored company.
Rain: Sniper platoon.
Bucket: Fighter bomber squadron, primary NQF air wing in Clysperis.



10:04
Downtown Kispos, Clysperis

Hot.

By the Speaker was it ever. They had about 2 hours to adjust to their new life in Bespi before General Saejima sent them off to establish a post in Kispos. "Aye, Lancer. Ain't this where we're supposed to unpack?" Miki prodded impatiently, shifting in her seat after a long and uncomfortable ride in the MRAP. "Not before we go greet our hosts, Spearman. It's been awhile since I've gotten an earful from command, and I don't wanna start now." Miki retorted by grumbling to herself. She peered over at the tiny window on the side of the vehicle, outside was a long wall of adobe houses and small commercial buildings; their metal shutters worn and discolored.

Another long bout of bored silence was broken by the driver knocking against the metal wall. "Roadblock. Royal Clysperi Army." He called back, uncertainty is his voice. Reaching for the door control, Lc. Ashikaga replied: "Lemme handle it. We're almost there." Throwing her peaked cap on, she shuffled out the back with a hand on her holster. Slowly and confidently she approached the RCA officer, saluting as he came into view. The Lancer opened up with her name and then a long string of heavily accented Clysperi.

The officer tilted his head to the side, then pursed his lips and nodded. They saluted one another and Ashikaga returned to the MRAP, climbing back inside while the Clysperi soldiers waved them through. "This is Suplex. We've reached downtown Kispos. Expect our post to be set up in thirty."

Saejima nodded in response. "As of now, the Neo Quywe Federation has landed her first troops in the Clysperi Midlands, with a component of armour, artillery and mechanized infantry expected to arrive soon by boat. We know not what our colleagues bring to the table in that regard.  As for units under my command, the Black Sash Corps is capable of offensive and defensive action; though we lack information on Nekhtou's forces in the region." He turned his attention primarily to Peter and Akasha, while the Grand General sat idly beside him. She was dead silent, watching the myriad of displays around the room. Saejima knew damn well she was listening in though. Any slip up would have her at his neck.

"Great Pharaoh, what the Neo Quywe Federation proposes is to wear down the Confederate advance into the Midlands. While we especially cannot guarantee Kispos will not come under heavy siege, we do believe that using it as a strongpoint against the barbarian horde will cost them dearly. And as such, we propose the evacuation of the city a matter of absolute necessity. In a similar vein, the Black Sash Corps also has orders in place to harass advancing barbarians elsewhere in the Midlands. Whether the evacuation of Bespi, Menset and Fokha is necessary is yet to be seen, but with all due respect; it should be kept in mind."

"Should the barbarian push into the Midlands fail, our staff is preparing a counterattack strategy. Including a siege of Apne. This is the Neo Quywe Federation's abridged game plan, are there any questions?"

"Field General Daigo Saejima." The young Quywe man replied curtly, eyeing his colleagues up and down under the brim of his cap. The Haruna native's proud and aloof mannerisms played into the stereotype of the Quywe being haughty and arrogant; but the hoodlum turned officer's attitude was a matter of necessity.

Behind him, the Grand General pulled up a chair and let herself fall into it. "Grand General Ianaha Hasaenori. I am responsible for the Quywe armed forces. Though I will merely be overseeing the operation, as the 15th Shock Division is solely in General Saejima's hands." Finishing, the Grand General procured a long slim cigarette from her pocket, bringing it to her mouth with lighter in hand. "May I?"

"I assume you have information for us, your Imerial Majesty." Daigo prodded, looking over at Peter.

Put me in coach

(NQF)

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Citizens are advised to remain indoors unless absolutely necessary. State security forces are currently on high alert following a chain of terror attacks in Tytor; with a purported astronomical loss of innocent human life. Civilian air traffic has been grounded and land borders with Bakkermaya have been shuttered.

The Brilliant Speaker has expressed her deepest sympathies to the people of Tytor, but would like to remind our people to remain vigilant. Further terror attacks outside the Kingdom of Tytor have not been reported, but the Speaker notes that terror attacks by nature are meant to be unexpected. The Quywe armed forces have deployed in numbers to our streets and skies as a reminder that we will not falter in the face of brutality, and in the event that any such attack occurs, it will be met by force without restraint.

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