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[img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/xULW8LPySpiBOwfxcc/source.gif[/img][/center][indent][h3][color=black][i][b]p r e m i s e[/b][/i][/color][/h3][indent][indent][indent][color=gray][b][sub][color=white]“When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.”[/color][/sub][/b]

[i]Richard Fairbanks was quoting English poet William Blake when he showed his true colors to the then President of the United States of America. That statement, in context, that can be seen as the precursor to the world that Fairbanks and many others like him forged in their image; the rise of new capitalism — the corporatocracy, and the fall of old capitalism.

It has been five hundred years since the planet Earth was struck down by the horrors of a nuclear holocaust, though fortunately for the human race and the planet; both persevered despite the odds. One of the main reasons behind the survival of humanity was the ingenuity of innovators within the nuclear security field, such as Richard Fairbanks, Mikhail Volkov, Yukiya Akahoshi, and many others. Inspired by the archaic novelties of the fallout shelters of the 20th century, these shrewd business-people laid down the ground work for massive underground citadels that become known as “Burrows”, the salvation of humankind. But this salvation to those who didn’t wish to be swallowed by the impending nuclear holocaust came at a price; for as the saying goes, to trust a corporation is a fool’s gambit, and a fool’s price is what humanity received.

Time carried on until the doors to the surface opened once again in the twenty-fourth century.

The initiative of protecting sizable portions of the world’s population had paid off. Within fifty years of humanity returning to the surface corporations began to recover old world technology from the ruins; one incredible recovery being that of the 22nd century’s bipedal mecha, a humanoid machine controlled directly by the mind. Thus a weapon of mass destruction became the golden standard: The Neural Combatant. This discovery, unsurprisingly, led to the return of war and revolt. Corporations fought one-another as they forced more and more research into Neural Combatants and thus the arms race of the last two centuries was defined.

It is now 2677, and the situation has only gotten exponentially worse. The five major corporations continuously experiment, wage war on smaller corporations, deal with criminal factions ruthlessly, and expand their territorial reach. It is here where our story begins in the independent, non-aligned settlement of Smith's Rest. 

Originally a settlement that got by through selling useless scrap in Alaskan ruins to neighboring settlements for food rations and economic utilities, Smith's Rest knows full well the dangers of being an independent settlement in the middle of nowhere. In its lifetime, criminal factions have seen Smith’s Rest as an easy target. With few worthwhile pilots to their name Smith’s Rest would barely survive throughout the years. However, luck would eventually come their way when they found themselves in the custody of three neural combatants.

The accquistion of these NCs would lead to the elevation of Sophia Torres, the then only NC pilot in New Anchorage, and the recruitment to three untested pilots: Madison Cole, Percy Moore, and Elizabeth Jackspar. The four of them under Mikal Raschke's leadership of Smith's Rest would lead to the establishment of The Free State of New Anchorage. It has been several months since Sophia herself has disappeared, leaving a void in New Anchorage’s budding NC program. A few weeks ago, Michael Graham, a veteran pilot of the Elysian War, arrived and offered his help for less-than-market prices. A new direction for New Anchorage has brought the attention to several pilots who wish to fly under Graham and Raschke's organization. But can they be trusted? And will Percy and his fellow Alaskans take to Graham's lead well after a year under Sophia? 

Only time will tell.[/i]
[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][h3][color=black][i][b]i n f o r m a t i o n[/b][/i][/color][/h3][indent][indent][indent][color=gray][i]Do not apply. This is a closed, invite-only continuation of a former RP.[/i]



[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][h3][color=black][i][b]c o d e x[/b][/i][/color][/h3][indent][indent][indent][color=gray][i]TBD[/i]



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