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Posted revisions, let me know what still needs fine tuning. Sorry about the confusion on my part, should have read the details closer.
I am editing now. If it needs further edits, let me know. Misread and didn't realize that this was 50 years after nuclear detonations, not 5, so bad on me.
The Red Keep, Apartments of Rhaenyra and Baela Targaryen.


Baela slammed the door behind her, in a furious mood as she and her sister came into their room. The new King was a child, a fool, and by her first impressions, had the be-cursed blood of his father and the mad Targaryen’s of old. She could not help but think of three people, all from the annuals of history, men, and child, reviled and hated by all. Jofferey Lannister, Aerys Targaryen, the Mad King, and Prince Daenys Targaryen, the boy King’s father. The way he talked, how he looked, and how he acted towards Rhaenyra and Baela was demeaning and very concerning. She moved across the room to slump down into an open chair.

“What’s wrong Baela? Please, tell me, what is going through your mind right now?” Rhaenyra asked in a concerned tone. She walked over to her sister, kneeling down before Baela, reaching out to hold her hands as she looked up at her. Baela was scarcely ever like this, let alone not willing to talk. Her sister’s eyes were full of anger and fear, the same look she had when their parents had died.

Baela shook her head, not wishing to speak. Her face was scowled into an angry glare, turning away from her elder sister to try and ignore her and her inquiries. She did not wish to speak aloud what she felt, let alone bring her sister into this. Rhaenyra was kind and intelligent, but Baela feared that her sister was too trusting of this new King, of young Aerys, who already had shown he had little to now control over his emotions. Furthermore, Baela could not help but notice that Aerys smile seemed practiced… something hollow to hide the true face that was his own.

“Damnit, Baela, I am talking to you… answer me sister, tell me what is going through your mind right now. Do not close me out. We promised to be there for one another, no matter what, ever since Mom and Dad died… you promised, you promised Baela… please, speak to me…” Rhaenyra spoke in a pleading tone, full of concern and compassion. She looked up at her sister, holding both her hands within hers, offering a smile of truly heartfelt sisterly love. “I love you sister, my little Baela, go on… speak.”

Baela sighed, letting her anger and distrust wash over her and away. Her expression softened, the scowl turning into a loving smile as she looked at Rhaenyra, the smile then giving way to a concerned look. “Rhae… please, forgive me. I, I shouldn’t have shut you out like I did. I just, I just do not know how to best convey what I am feeling and thinking to you…” Sighing, she looked up and away, out at the window of their entrance foyer. She stared out of this simple portal separating the inside world from the outside world. “I love you sister, just hear me out before you say anything else… I need you to hear what I am saying, and what the implications of all of this.” Baela spoke in a concerned tone, wanting her sister to fully understand what she was about to say.

Baela rose up from her chair, helping Rhaenyra rise up with her as well. She smiled at her sister, embracing her softly, before leading her deeper into the apartments that they lived in. They walked past their rooms and dining area, to finally end up in an open air garden that overlooked the Blackwater Bay. She turned to Rhaenyra, motioning her to sit down and listen. Baela took a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun upon her face, before turning to face her sister once more and choosing to speak her mind. She was thankful that they had left Ser Footly and Ser Trevan outside, guarding the doors to their apartments, for no doubt Ser Footly would find what was about to transpire to be borderline, if not complete treason.

“I don’t think we can trust King Aerys sister… I don’t think the realm can suffer another tyrant and Mad King.” Her tone was low and hushed. She looked at her sister with grave concern, knowing that what she spoke was something not to be taken lightly nor foolishly. The words would have grave affect upon the events that would follow in the future, good or bad. Baela looked down at her sister, rubbing her temples as she spoke, “Do you remember the history lesson we read about Joffrey Lannister? Or perhaps the Mad King Aerys Targaryen? Or if it’s easier, how about Daenys Targaryen? We’ve personally met him and spoke with him many a time. What do they all have in common with young King Aerys?” She looked away, sighing as she eased herself down to sit next to Rhaenyra.

“Baela… you don’t really mean that… do you?” Rhaenyra was concerned, her tone full of doubt and unease. Baela couldn’t really mean that, could she? Aerys did lose his composure, but, was he truly evil and mad? She stopped, looking away from her sister to think about it. The young boy had been gone for many years, born to a mad father at the very least. He had no court training, nor any real etiquette. His eyes though, they had look at her as though she were but a piece of meat, to be had, and then thrown aside. “He… he isn’t that bad, is he?” She felt so naïve for asking that question, but, she needed to be sure.

“Look in your heart, and you will find the answer dear sister. Look deep within you, and you will know what I say is true. He can not be allowed to ascend the throne, no matter what. The realm will bleed, and bleed, and bleed if he becomes kings. You can see it as well as I can. You merely have to look past the false mask he wore for you, and look at what he really is.” Baela spoke softly and compassionately to her sister. She looked at Rhaenyra in the eyes. She was the prettiest woman in all the Seven Kingdoms, full of life, love, and laughter. And yet, as she looked in her sister’s eyes, all she could she was doubt and uncertainty. “Don’t let his false masks fool you. Look deep within yourself. Remember what father taught us, what mother helped us understand. Look at who our family is, and what can happen when parents are not careful, when their children become what their parents were… remember what happened to the realm when Aerys II sat the throne, when Joffrey sat the throne, when Daenys tried to sit the throne. Look to the bad men who have tried to rule the realm, and see what came of their rules, what came of them… look, and you will see.”

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, closing off the world around her as she thought in quiet recollection. She played the meeting over and over again in her head. How Aerys had spoken to her, how he looked at her, how he yelled at her, how he wanted to burn his enemies. He was young, yes, but the very way he spoke and acted… it was almost as if Aerys II had been reborn. The son was like the father, perhaps more or less, but he was just and dangerous and unstable as Daenys. She opened her eyes, like coming to from a deep sleep, like breaking free of a dream. “He… he is the Mad King Reborn.” She looked at Baela. The fire had returned to her eyes, the life, love, the laughter, it all came crashing back… “We have to stop him… no matter the cost. King Aerys must die.”
Name: Jefferson Federation
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Nation Type: Military Dictatorship

Claims: The Jefferson Federation spans the majority of former Northern California. From the ruins of Stockton to the South, its borders run the span of the following Highways, Interstates, and Routes to create its Southern borders; 92, 580, 205, 120, 108, 395, and 182. The Eastern borders form along the lines of former Nevada and old California state lines, the Northern borders along Oregon and old California. Lastly, the Jefferson Federation lays claim to all the Western seaboard of its territory, to include the vital cities of San Francisco, San Mateo, Hayward, San Leandro, Alameda, and Oakland, forming the revitalized bay area of the Jefferson Federation.


Terrain: Due to the lack of big targets in this region, Northern California made it out relatively unscathed. While limited nuclear exchange happened upon the region, it was spared widespread destruction due to a massive radar array that provided nuclear defense and deterrence in the old days of the United States. It provided early warning of the first launches, for not only Northern California, but also the entire Western seaboard. This radar system allowed for the former Air Forces, Navy, and Marine Corps to scramble fighters and other assets in order to defend the region, and down a number of the warheads destined for the area. Sadly, nuclear warheads still found their mark upon the lands of the Jefferson Federation. Sacramento is one prime example of this destructive power of the atom. A ruined wasteland, completely walled off and abandoned to the radiation and mutations that now inhabit the area. San Francisco was hit, alongside of Oakland, though with smaller, submarine based missiles. Farther North, Redding was hit, though with minimal damage due to where the weapon hit and detonated. The climate of Northern California, or rather, the Jefferson Federation is colder in the winters, and relatively the same during the springs and summers. Terrain has remained the same, with the land and water retaining low levels of radiation, aside from the Sacramento crater, which still remains a hot spot to this day.

Government Type: The government is currently run through a Military Junta, chaired by the colloquial term, The Big Three. Led by Brigadier General Nouvelle, Lieutenant General Otto, and Rear-Admiral Lawton, the Military Junta makes up the Tribunal, the governing body of the Jefferson Federation. The whole of the Jefferson Federation is led under a modified form of martial law, and all civilians falling under the protection and justice system of the military. All cases are tried under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, a holdover from the former military branches that the Big Three hailed from. All in all, the military runs an effective, though albeit controlled, form of government in their area of influence.

Capital: The Jefferson Federation bases its capital out of Beale JMB, CA. With the obliteration of Sacramento, and the heavy damage dealt to San Francisco, it was the almost unscathed nature of Beale AFB and its amenities that led to it being chosen as the main base of operations for the Jefferson Federation. Beale AFB has been built up into a monolithic stronghold of the Tribunal, walled off and fortified to provide not only a safe haven for the military leadership, but also a symbol of power and control.

Head of State: The Jefferson Federation is led by the Tribunal, with leaders from the former Air Force, Army, and Navy/Marine Corps. The Jefferson Federation is led by Brigadier General Nouvelle II, Air Force, Lieutenant General Otto II, Army, and Rear-Admiral Lawton II, Navy. These three men hold the power of the region, ruling under martial law and military efficiency. While they believe in the tenants of the former United States, to include democracy, that time has come and past, and until the future can be completely secured, the Tribunal will reign supreme.

Brigadier General Nouvelle II: Forty-six years old. A quiet man who leads by example, holding everyone under his command and dominion to the level of self-responsibility that he believes everyone should be held to. Some say he is cold, or detached, but that is for those that have faced his wroth and punishment for their crimes against the State and the rule of law. Married with three children, he is the youngest and kindest of the Tribunal.

Lieutenant General Otto II: Fifty years old.He led the charge of Abrams tanks and rotor wing choppers to stabilize and maintain military control of the region during the downfall of the United States. Due to his tactical prowess, he is sometimes called the Mountain Lion, striking and then disappearing into the mountains that he calls home. A loud, hard charging man, he commands the majority of the ground forces of the Jefferson Federation. Heavy handed and large in stature, he is the biggest of the Tribunal, both in body and mind. He can be called many a thing, but what resounds best, both with him, and his enemies, is deadly, a Mountain Lion both in spirit and mind.

Rear-Admiral Lawton II: Forty-eight years old, former Navy Carrier commander/captain. Based out of San Francisco, aboard the USS John F. Kennedy. With the downfall of the United States, and the increasing scarcity of refined parts, Rear-Admiral Lawton II called for the decommissioning of the Jefferson Federation’s three aircraft carriers, reutilizing them for two projects, one, being housing within the bay area, along with work space, and two, as reserve fleet ships, should they ever need to be called back into active service. A bonus was his thinking to use their nuclear reactors before they ran out as power for the Five Cities project of the bay area. A resourceful man, he has a knack for recycling and reusing numerous items for the betterment of his country. He is smart, caring, and by far, the nicest of the Tribunal.

Other Important People: There are a few other influential people within the Jefferson Federation, but the main ones of note are the following:
Captain Jason Prichard, U-2 Pilot who crashed his jet into an incoming ICBM to spare Beale AFB from a nuclear attack. He is immortalized with a bronze statue at the gates to Beale AFB, and his jet’s tail number no longer be used in active circulation.
Major James P. Sullivan, Army tank commander who defended and repulsed the onslaught of mutant and evol incursions from the Sacramento crater. He still defends the Sac-City barrier to this day, tirelessly protecting the remnants of humanity from the horrors within.
Staff Sergeant Amanda Collard, hero of the border wars with former Nevada National Guard units who went rogue during the chaos and downfall. The battle of Nevada City and Reno has been immortalized in the annuals of history through the gallant actions of SSgt Amanda Collard, who killed the Commander of the Reno Guards in a daring counter attack to rescue trapped civilians.

Population: With the stabilization of the Jefferson Federation’s borders, along with its relatively untouched farming lands and grazing pastures, the Jefferson Federation, minus the losses of Sacramento and the Bay Area, has roughly 2.4 million people living within its borders, all serving towards the greater good of the Tribunal.

Attitude towards Evols: The Jefferson Federation on a public view point has taken a hardline stance towards these mutations and abominations. They have contained most, if not all these creatures to the Sacramento Crater region, alongside two other “Reservations” of hot spot activity. Secretly, these creatures and mutations are studied in the confines of military labs that hope to harness these genetic mutations for the betterment of mankind. The military hopes that through selective breeding, and conditioning, that these creatures may become some sort of guard animals. More sinister rumors are that these beasts are bred with humans, to create hybrids, but, that is conjecture and unfounded. Nothing fancy, just basic taming and selective breeding, like one would use to tame a wild wolf or wild tiger.

Economic System: Due to the constraints of the Jefferson Federation, the entire economy is run and owned by the Tribunal, in almost a Facists/Communist fashion, where everything is owned by the government. That is not to say no one can get rich through the economy, but that it is far more controlled and regulated to not only protect the citizenry, but also the military as well, who have become the life blood and lively hood of the nation. The economy revolves around agriculture, mining, logging, and the manufacturing of military equipment. In a nutshell, a wartime economy.

Resources: With the downfall of the old Federal and State governments, a vast plethora of untapped resources were opened up to finally be tapped into for the benefit of the region. With the EPA gone, Federal regulation gone, and Liberal California Legislation gone, huge swathes of forests were finally able to be cut for lumber, massive mineral deposits, ranging from precious minerals like gold and silver, to the life blood of the Jefferson Federation’s navy, coal, to water resources that no longer had to be pumped to Southern California, which could be used for the massively revitalized agricultural boom of the Jefferson Federation.

In tangent with these inland resources, engineers and geologists are currently working towards rebuilding and rekindling the fledgling oil fields and petroleum reserves that are the new hot commodity of the ruined world. These oil fields burn bright in the night sky, pumping valuable and precious black gold to the military storage yards and facilities for refining and utilization for the war effort. These oil fields were built upon the oil reserves that were never allowed to be drilled due to regulation, built using machinery and technology closely resembling 1920’s American oil industries before truly modern technology came into the forefront.

Currency: With the downfall of the federal mint and reserve, the Jefferson Federation has created its own form of currency for financial transactions within its borders, backed in gold and silver, with the creation of the Black Iron Currency, a special purpose minted currency only made and traded within the Federation, and more correctly, the mint located in Yuba City.

Technology: The Jefferson Federation has retained a small number of its industrialized machinery and facilities, though they are heavily guarded and protected. Due to the lack of readily available spare parts, along with the scarcity of the industry itself, more often than not the country side and industrial backbone has begun to revert to a more 1920’s era of construction and industrialization. The reliance upon coal for energy, alongside with natural gas and crude oil, have led to something from an old history book of the America’s during post WW1.

Official Religion: Freedom of Religion is still actively enforced within the confines of the Jefferson Federation, but radically different from what was common in the old days. The Tribunal enforces that no one religion can rule above any others. Furthermore, all religions pay taxes, and said religions also are kept from government rule and law making. The Tribunal looked at the failures of the past, and hopefully, in their minds, learned from them.
Religious Information: N/A

History: The past history of the Jefferson Federation is brutal and short. The war started, lives were lost, the military stepped in and took control, staving off complete destruction and downfall. The Tribunal rose from the Ashes, their banners waving in the winds as they waged war against former fellow Americans and the mutants. Martial law declared, numerous rights suspended for the greater good, but for the survival of all. The Federation may be called a dictatorship, but they, and they alone have saved the people in this region, and given them hope for a brighter future.

Currently, the Jefferson Federation is in an alliance with the California Republic, to their South, working together to reunify the West under their control and dominion. The Jefferson Federation offers much needed military expertise and power to their allies, along with crucial intelligence upon their enemies and own assets.

Culture: The Jefferson Federation claims to be the true keepers of the United States, and the remnants of it. The people that make up the Federation are very pro-military, through both propaganda, indoctrination, and the fact that they owe their lives to the members of the armed forces who fought and died to ensure that the civilians did not have to face the horrors of war. They like to call themselves Jeffersonians, likening themselves in a sense to the founding fathers of the great nation they once called home.

Military Strength and Disposition
Military Numbers: The Jefferson Federation owes its large military numbers to the reinstated draft and compulsory service of all citizens within its country. With a standing military of 50,000 active duty service members, broken up amongst the Air Force, Army, and Naval Forces (Including the Marine Corps and Coast Guard), and the ability to rapidly call up another 20,000 Reservist and National Guard members, the Jefferson Federation is able to maintain relative stable control over their territory. The military is broken up into 3,000 Air Force members, 9,000 Navy members, and 38,000 Army members. The Reserves and National Guard units comprise roughly an equal distribution amongst the three main components of the Jefferson Federation’s military.

Military Units:






Full lists of naval ships is as follows. Note that not all of these ships are in active service. Some are laid up as reserve fleet to be used as spare parts or for a time when needed, others being used for power generation, and others in active service: 14 active naval vessels, 3 ships converted to living spaces/farmland/manufacturing plants, 20 vessels in reserve, laid up at Alameda Navy Air Station, 5 ships undergoing repairs and rebuilding.




I will post my nation sheet within the next four days. Ten rogers.
Epic post. I will begin working on mine soon, very soon.
Then an alliance it is. Do you want to collab through the PM system to create our character/nation sheet?
An alliance? Perhaps an autonomous region that is loyal to you, but runs the day to day operations of its government? Would that be agreeable, somewhat like how the states are to the United States, you are Uncle Sam, and I am a sub section of that.
Once Kingkonrad posts, I will be able to posts. Yey!
Well, I wanted to be an independent Federal Republic of Jefferson... but, hmm... what do you have in mind?
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