BingTheWing

𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚

What kind of illegal drugs would have been popular in the WW2 US Army?

'No Country of Mine' - Valo's Continental War

@LetMeDoStuff I'll just be lurking for the time being.

Diplomacy-focused NRP

Made a rough IC intro

It would probably involve more PMing than anything else

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Is this open?

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@FrostedCaramel woops! I'll change that. Thanks for the info

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

@FrostedCaramel How much assholery is generally tolerated with commanding officers

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

LT Anu Varakjit

"A-and what would you like to drink, sir?"

Lieutenant Anu Varakjit raised an eyebrow at the young crewman that was the bartender of the officer's bar. He took a deep breath.

"Water."

"J-just water?"

"Yes, water."

"A-at once, sir."

Anu quietly shook his head as the crewman dove yet again into the sea of glass and alcohol. The lieutenant was, as always, decked out in his officer's uniform, his officer's stripes proudly gleaming on the sides of his shoulders. As the crewman rummaged through the sea of bottles, corks and mixers, Anu let out a deep, long, and very noticeable sigh.

The crewman turned around, slightly startled.

"S-sir?"

"How long can it take to find a glass of water?"

"S-sorry, sir."

The crewman forced a smile and returned to his search. For a brief moment, Anu let himself study the man. He was clearly very, very fresh, as denoted by the lack of anything noticeably shiny on his uniform, and was a little too red-faced for a battle-tested soldier who let his blood flow more productively. He could also tell it was his first time in the officer's bar by his blatant servility.

Servility.

For a moment, Anu cringed inwardly. Servility. What an ugly, ugly word. It was what smothered the talents of the best of men, and what upheld the dainty little positions of the fat cats up top. Servility was the one thing he detested as a soldier. If all a soldier was to do was to follow orders, then why didn't they replace all the Navy with drones? No. A soldier was to fight, and if breaking the rules meant he would fight better, he would break the rules. And it was because of the apparent lack of understanding of the term servility, Anu mused, that this little man in the officer's bar would not get very far in his career.

The crewman promptly reappeared with a glass of water. Anu set it aside first. The crewman awkwardly shifted from side to side with a typical cadet's visitor's smile. Anu in turn turned to stare at him - or pierce his very soul with his deep, mahogany brown eyes, tilting his head ever so slightly to give off an aura of condescension. The crewman was terrified. Anu relished the fact that he was terrified. It was one of the perks of being high up. He allowed himself to chuckle, and the crewman exhaled in relief.

"From where do you hail, private?"

The crewman was evidently taken aback, but the doctrines of the academy still had full control over his mind and mouth. "The Beta Cygni system, sir."

"Ah." Anu turned to focus his eyes on a peculiar colored liquid in a bottle in the distance. "Very nice, I recall. Their colonies had wonderful birds they brought from Earth."

"Uh, m-my colony had no birds, sir."

Anu again raised another eyebrow. "What?"

The crewman swallowed. "I-I only saw birds when I got to the a-academy on Earth, sir." He started shifting from side to side again. "But we did have some beautiful possums back home."

"Ah." Anu made no effort to hide his utter disinterest in the crewman's life story. He then picked up his glass and drank.

Half a second later, the crewman found himself sprawled at the other end of the bar. A few meters away from him, the lieutenant's eyes were screaming wildfire.

"That was vodka!"

"Oh, m-my apologies, si-"

"Don't you know I'm forbidden to drink alcohol?!" Anu marched forward, and the crewman braced for an impact that never came. Anu had been swiftly restrained by his fellow officer patrons.

"I'm going to have you reported and court-martialled, you son of a bitch!" Anu was frothing at the mouth, his saliva centimeters away from staining his crisp uniform. "What's your name and serial number?!"

"Hey, hey, soldier, let me take it from here." A big Irishman stepped in between them, as he directed two other officers to get the crewman to his feet. Anu shoved him away and turned to march out of the room.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Another officer quietly sniggered at the back. "Thought this bloke was Hindu."

Anu whirled around, searching for the heckler, but failed to find him. "My god is a god of peace, and I do not call on him if I am angry," he spat.

"I'm not so sure about yours."

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"All hands, the Galatia will be exiting hyperspace in 30 minutes. Elevating readiness to Alert 1, report to your commanding officers and await further orders."

"Sir."

"Lieutenant."

"Lieutenant."

"Sir."

Lieutenant Varakjit did not return the greetings he received as he traversed the zero-gravity corridor. He was still deep in rage from the 'incident' that occurred at the bar a few hours earlier, they said. Whatever they said, the lieutenant was strongly inclined to not give a shit. He had to get into a mission to keep it off his mind.

He pressed the green button at the briefing room and went in.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

I'm unsure how to continue with my character without being accused of cultural appropriation; if anyone finds anything in my posts offensive or disrespectful to the Indian or Hindu traditions, don't hesitate to tell me.

Diplomacy-focused NRP

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Diplomacy-focused NRP

This is a little unusual as I won't have the time to manage this idea myself, but I was wondering if anyone was willing to take up on it.

Most NRPs focus on warfare, invading other countries due to the antics of a megalomaniac bloodthirsty dictator, and elaborate descriptions of armed units. But what about an RP where we didn't go to war that easily? Most interactions would focus around cold diplomacy, sanctions and vetoes, and deals under tables and behind close doors. Military action would be taken as a last resort in this scenario, and even if it happened it would be more likely to be proxy wars than large-scale global conflicts.

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It is 1951, and the War to end all Wars has ended. The superpowers of the world have thrown men, tanks, and planes at each other for seven years, claiming 55 million lives in the process. In the end, the Holy Empire of Domrovia, broken by the collective might of the war machines of the Grand Alliance, was invaded, its capital city Randenburg occupied, and most importantly - its major port city, Marendorf, annihilated by an Allied nuclear bomb. The newfound technology was developed by a union of Allied scientists, granting all members a degree of knowledge about the subject. By the end of the war, at least ten Coalition members had ongoing nuclear development projects. This didn't help cool the tension already going on between the Western States and the United Council, the two separate factions the Alliance split into over the newfound aconcept of welfarism, the idea that all people should have an equal amount of property - a stark challenge to the capitalist way of life in the West. Such are the two points of contention - but with the world just recovering from the bloodiest war in world history, another armed conflict is quite out of the question.

Nukes and socialism - what could go wrong?