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The magic of technology never stopped to amaze. In the center of the room was Vermillion Cray, Holder of Power of the Union and also its top general. Both under the virtue of him having more charisma than the rest. Oh Drachma had some too, but he was more of a salesman, he could sell you an idea, but Cray could make you believe. Still, Drachma was sitting in the room, eager to watch this. The whole clique (or the oligarch as some would call them) was watching.

"Alright, I'm ready to get this show started."

Yul, director of technologies, pressed a few buttons, he was the technical one (obviously).

"You will be online... now."

The room darkened, in front of Vermillion, Sahrova Verasha in blue tones. This technology wasn't perfect but still, this was impressive. Yul said that soon, it would be like this person was in this very room, implants in your brain would allow you to even feel the touch of someone else planets away.

"Premier Verasha?"

Said Cray, as if not certain this was actually working.

"Good evening, gentlemen. It's nice to- is meet the correct word here? I suppose it is. It's nice to meet you at last. I was very intrigued by the letter you sent previously, and after some deliberation, I would certainly be interested in your offer.

The enmity between our two species is historically vast, but there is a great threat which has been looming over the globe for some time now. If we don't cast it off now in its moment of weakness, we may never have another opportunity."

Sahrova paused, taking a look at a sheet of paper next to her.

"Naturally the People's Republic would be interested in some kind of defensive arrangement, as while the Imperials are tied up for now they may not remain so for very long. And if they regain control, they will no doubt keep you planetbound for many years to come.

Fusion power is certainly something within our power to give you, and the world. The Cindorayi have hoarded any technical secrets that they felt could give them an advantage in war. However, the critical issue with laser technology which would make it hard to reproduce is the Cindor crystals, which only grow in arctic climates. We can share some aspects of this with you, but you will have to find your own way to store power which will likely be less efficient. Still, having the technology to produce them efficiently with what energy you do have may still be useful for you, so we offer that as a partial offering, commensurate with your financial assistance. If that is acceptable to you, we may move forward."

Vermillion nodded quickly, not taking a moment to think as around him, away from Sahrova's vision, people whispered about the implications of this.

"I only ask that you help us in the realm of the possible. But please! I actually find the gap not so large between us. Really the business of your species was with the Aldabetans. We Kobolds? Well, until now we were on the back seat of the history of the world. We should hate each other because of old colonial masters? No, if the Aldabetans had won, we'd have been in the same position really. But no matter.

This is all, indeed, very much acceptable and I hope you don't consider this all a trade, more of gifts between friends, I truely meant that this money was not conditional to any assistance on your part. But to business we should go. My main points are how to reveal our special status to the world and how to contain the Empire. There are now holes in their coverage of the planet, enough to slip by reinforcements for you but I don't know if it would be enough to turn the tide should they manage to rebuild..."

"It is, as you put it, done business. I agree there is no reason to bring up such petty struggles."

Sahrova waved her hand as to dismiss that topic.

"Of course. If we are to be friends, it is only natural that we support each other in our time of need without strings necessarily being attached. The primary issue is that if you move to support us too overtly, the Empire will attempt to contain you with what means remain at their disposal. Though they are weakened, this is still a futile effort. All I would ask is that you recognize our independence, as you have said you will do, and keep the Empire distracted. If you begin to build up your forces and orbital infrastructure, they will have no choice but to keep an eye turned your way and away from us. No doubt the other powers will attempt to do so as well, mainly the Vaspen and Sumuta. The Sumuta have also been very positive in communications, and between them and you a real containment coalition could be on the way. As long as your forces continue to grow, it will be risky for them to attempt a reconquest. When you and we have sufficient force to oppose them, we can simply declare our shared defense and they will be left without any real possibility of recovering their hegemony.

Naturally, any support you can give us in ensuring our defense on the planet would be appreciated as well."

The look on Vermillion's face darkened as Sahrova spoke, ending with a silence between his reply and her last words. It was of course calculated, in truth, he really didn't care about all that, it was just about how much he could milk this situation.

"I understand your plan, it is a good plan. I have however a duty to my people... While you do not advocate to blow up the powderkeg we are in, something I am thankful that you'd consider, you still ask me to put even more powder in it. This constant escalation of military expenditure... Money better spent on education and healthcare if you ask me. We both know the Empire will not so easily relinquish its hegemony after having fought so hard to get it, 'an insult to those who died in the Void War' I'd imagine they'd call it.

Premier, I am sympathetic to your cause, I am, but do you think perhaps diplomacy could work? If I go blindly with your plan, my people might accuse me of not thinking of their security and say, with some truth, that if worst came to worst, we would all die, signing the death warrant of the Empire while doing so but leaving you unscathed.

Again, I know something must be done and that unfortunately it will require strength, at least a show of it, but even if emergencies after emergencies prevent elections, I still cannot ignore public perception if we go down this road."

And then of course, they came to the meat of the problem, the Holder trying hard not to show the cunning and sly smile his race was known for.

"Although overt support between us would attract the ire of the Empire, it would still show both of our people than it isn't just calculated politics. A show of brotherhood, something to show we are in this together as brothers and sisters... May I have your thought?"

All around Vermillion, the oligarch were at the edge of their seats. Sahrova was just a revolutionary, placed there by force by likeminded individuals. She was not a diplomat, not even a politician. It was time to see if she passed the test that separated prey and predators on the world stage.

Sahrova had a touch of disappointment to her face, but she soldiered on, giving one last parting shot.

"I understand your concerns. It is a difficult and perilous path, the path of blood. Once one embarks upon it, it is difficult to turn back again. But the Empire has been wading ever deeper into pools of it since its creation. You may be comfortable now, but had our revolution never taken place and perhaps in future that blood pooling beneath the Empire may become yours. They are not reasonable. They have committed mass slavery and genocide, and will do so again if you let them. The short term may be appealing, but in the long term we will all suffer at their hands. You are all engineers, albeit of a state rather than a piece of machinery, a far greater task, so you may recognize this wisdom.

In that case, I offer you a new and more ambitious project. A world is a vast place, full of opportunity. The simplest way to show the brotherhood between our two nations would be to bring them together. We would be happy to welcome citizens of your nation for a settlement on Cindorya, under something like an embassy agreement. We would be allowed to connect with your people, and your people with us, and hopefully foster new interplanetary commerce as a result.

In such an agreement, our stance together would be obvious. Any measures of defense to preserve that partnership would be simply that."

Under his breath, Yul whispered 'fucking cunt' or some other insult, even Vermillion knew she basically spat in his face. Even if she was honest, it made it all even the more ridiculous... but no, it couldn't be honest, the way she said 'under something like an embassy agreement', as in something that could be revoked any time. Oh he couldn't blame her, the kobolds reproduced so fast they'd outnumber the local population in generations, forever changing the democratic landscape of that planet. He'd have done the same thing if he was her. But it showed where Sahrova stood: She was a Cindorayi first, democrat second. Just as well, since Vermillion was Kobold first and democrat when it suited him.

"I will do my best to make my people consider your points. Though I don't believe nuclear war to be good for any short or long term goal of ours. Be certain we are your unconditional supporter then and I am eager to see what the future will hold for us, only good things I hope."

Vermillion forced a laugh and continued.

"For now though we're still burning fuel to get up there, my kid in stellar engineering will be happy to know we can put our mass driver ideas to the test without hell raining down on us so trade will have to wait until we figure this out. On parting words though. A gift to the world of fusion technology would be a statement of your generosity to the world, a gift of laser technology to us something to help us keep the power balance back here, but might I ask for insights as to send things in space as a personal favor? I'd doubt it'd help us for the scramble to space that's happening now but in the future I'm sure it'd help make this 'trade' you speak of possible."

The reptile scratched his chin as he looked at Yul with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm. Maybe if the lasers aren't powerful enough to be useful, they could be enough to propel a solar sail and save even more fuel then?"

The question was genuine, even if Vermillion hoped it would make him seem even more of a 'benevolent scientist' for the premier, and even Yul raised a curious eyebrow at this.

"Sorry, just kobolds being kobolds, forgive me for trailing off!"

Even Sahrova could tell they were displeased at her proposal. It was only the natural way of things, as she had little to offer in way of instant gratification or assistance.

"Ah, of course, it's not an issue. I am often sidetracked in thought myself. These are indeed matters of great weight. The primary reason for my proposal is simple, though, and relates to your favor. Fuel is a grave concern for space travel, and the source of the majority of its costs, which is why you are so eager to find a way around it. There is however a project in progress on Cindorya which may be of interest to you in that case. There is a great mountain which we call Mount Fistok, which is far greater than any mountain that exists on Nova Mondial, nearly ten kilometers in height. It quite nearly reaches outer space all by itself. We have begun the process of establishing a rocket launch facility near its peak, which would be nearly akin to the Space Elevator in terms of fuel savings in conjunction with Cindorya's lower gravity. Utilizing this, we and potentially you could begin space construction to rival that of the Empire. Just a thing to keep in mind, as the Imperials and their allies have kept the moon all to themselves so establishing a spaceship production facility may not be easy."

Sahrova nodded to herself, but a touch of caution appeared in her eye. "We would be happy to help with such an endeavor. There is plenty of room for collaboration between our two scientific staffs, and I am sure they can work out the relevant details if we provide a link for continued communication," she replied, not willing to specify further. "And of course, the two technologies we previously discussed will go ahead. I look forward to a long and positive relationship."

"Likewise Premier, I'll put my staff in contact with yours. End of communications."

In the kobold room, the premier disappeared and Vermillion moved his hands on his eyes, looking at all this light gave him a headache.

"Ah! That fucking snake! Sly devil, whore of the dark gods!"

To this, Yul smirked as Drachma shrugged and answered.

"Well, she tries to do the best for her 'country'... but this is just how Cindorayis are, a change of government doesn't change their race."

It wasn't less anoying either. Well, they had gained good understanding of their new 'allies' and some tech to go with that. Maybe they could even bluff the Empire that along with the laser tech they had gotten crystals though this seemed unlikely. Ugh, if she had been a rebel within the Empire proper down here on Mondial she wouldn't have been so keen to not beg for assistance like she should be doing right now. But Vermillion knew he couldn't just force her hand, she could do something stupid, like go for Vaspen for help. It was better to have her stick to the Union than anything else that would be too radical.

"So we have that option. I don't think the colonists would betray us, likewise they couldn't compete with us in the colonial rush to to their low population, they have an entire planet to populate before they need to expand. Still... there may be more gains to be had elsewhere."

Tannhauser was right, it was the 'safe' long term approach but... democratization of space wasn't desirable. In the slightest. Mistakes now could be felt for generations. Finally, Vermillion nodded.

"Fine. Send report as to what transpired to Guno for the imperial negotiations."

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"So, Anya, what do you think?" Sahrova turned to the Foreign Commissar.

"You're a beautiful, naive fool, you know that?"

Sahrova practically sputtered in surprise. "What on earth do you mean?"

"Anyone could tell they were trying to grab anything they could get. Only reason I didn't stop you was the same reason you were trying it. If the kobolds and Imperials end up fighting, and the kobolds have better tech, hopefully they stayed distracted. But you should really promise less next time. If you had tried to give them plasma thruster technology, I would have seriously had to have pretended that your father was dying and you had to go or something."

"If only," the Premier whispered under her breath. Anya caught it, but she didn't pry. "Anyway, here's hoping they mean at least a little of what they say. I never trust a kobold, but maybe you'll have better luck."
@Urcica

Accepted. This will be very amusing~

Will add you to the map sometime tonight.
@Brithwyr

Ah, sorry, we changed the rules to encourage people to actually join instead of just wanting to join the discord. If you post a nation sheet, I'll take a look at it and if it's accepted, I'll PM the link.
~Premier's Office, Sylvnor, People's Republic of Cindorya~

A Cindorayi lady bent over the other seated in the chair, dabbing gel on her face so as to make her fur lie flat and appear more presentable.

"That's quite enough, Aliya." spoke the woman in the chair with some slight impatience.

"Almost done, hold your fastamars." Aliya put on her final touches. "You sure like your idioms, don't you, Aliya?" replied the woman in the chair.

"'Course I do. It helps give flavour to things." "And, all done. You ready?"

Sahrova Verasha brushed herself off and rose from her seat. "I'm sending a message to the entire world I was born on. Could I ever be?"

Aliya smiled. "Good point, ma'am. Well, good luck to 'ya."

Sahrova let a brief smile through. "Thank you, Aliya."

A man's voice called from the other side of the desk. "We're ready when you are, Premier."

Sahrova blinked almost in confusion. "It's so strange to hear you say that, Burya. Seems like just a few weeks ago we were just resistance leaders."

"Aye, and now you've got a big fancy desk, Premier. Seems like the Revolutionary Council has a high opinion of you."

"Are you implying you didn't vote for me, Burya?" Sahrova shot him an exasperated glare, and he barely held off against it for a second before he burst out laughing. "Of course I did, Premier. Now, are you ready?"

Sahrova reflexively straightened out her brand-new ceremonial uniform once more. "Of course." She seated herself, and looked straight at the camera.

"3, 2, 1, and go."

~Official Announcement from the People's Republic of Cindorya~

A Cindorayi woman in a brand new dress uniform, silvery pauldrons on the shoulders and medals pinned to it, leaned forward over a wooden desk, the Cindorayi imperial eagle sanded off the front.

"This is an address from Premier Verasha of the People's Republic of Cindorya to both the people of Cindorya and those of Nova Mondial alike. As of today, January 1st, 2057, the PRC declares itself independent and sovereign of the oppressive and tyrannical Cindorayi Empire. We have acted in preemptive self-defense to stop the Empire from attempting to reassert its control over us. We do not declare war on the Empire. However, we insist that it will simply allow us the right of self-determination. We can only hope that the Empire will abandon its oppression over the Cindorayi people who continue to live on the homeworld with time as well.

The Imperial government has here on Cindorya committed great crimes against its own people as well as those they used as slaves and servants, the Adanaia. They have consistently denied the Cindorayi people's rights to self-fulfillment, and have only used our lives as pawns in their games. For too long, we Cindorayi thought ourselves above the Aldabetuse, the Adanaia, the Velucans, and all manner of races, and pitied them. But we should have pitied ourselves, for we have suffered a much greater fate than hard labour... the loss of free will. Viceroy Clovya, the sixth prince of the Empire, suffered his death at the hands of the angry mob that he had so incited. His fate may be a lesson to all those who wish to commit similar crimes against sentience.

We ask for those who seek to challenge the hegemony of such a corrupt and terrible state to defy them, to step forward, to recognize us, and to work with us. We seek to make the void a place where people may find new happiness and create a new world free from the conflict of the homeworld that has haunted us for hundreds of years. Since as long as sentient creatures existed on Nova Mondial, we have looked up to the void in wonder, in awe, at the celestial lights laid bare before us. Since that time, we have looked up at the void and dreamed of what it would be like to reach up there. Here on Cindorya, we have realized that dream. We ask all those who are also willing to dream to reach out and join us.

Thank you, and may Wiglion bless Cindorya in the days to come."

~Imperial Military Command, Solvyana, Cindorayi Empire, Nova Mondial~

"Welcome back, viewers. I'm here now at the Imperial military funeral where His Imperial Majesty is reported to be appearing in person to deliver the eulogy for those brave voidcraft captains and crew who were lost during the traitorous subterfuge on Cindorayi orbital facilities. The Space Force has issued a statement thanking those nations who assisted them in recovering some of their officers, including-"

The reporter paused as the Emperor ascended the stage behind him, and then stuttered,

"...And now, His Imperial Majesty, the 7th Emperor of the Empire of the Cindorayi."

The crown on his head sparkled silver and blue, and his purple robes, patterned with golden Imperial avias, fluttered in his wake. He strode powerfully to the podium before him, set in front of the 24 coffins, Imperial flags drawn over each one. The camera moved immediately to focus on him, leaving the hapless reporter behind.

The Emperor, Charchenov Vissarion II, cleared his throat and spoke in a deep, booming voice which threatened to rattle the walls with its very sense of presence.

"Subjects of the Empire, the Cindorayi people, and those of you cowering in foreign nations."

"On the final day of the year 2056, the Empire faced its greatest tragedy in a generation. 136 of our finest men and women were brutally and unceremoniously murdered by treacherous sabotage within our very ranks. The coffins you see here are nothing but a mere fraction compared to those we cannot bury. This same group of thieves and bandits have seen fit to not stop there, but also to rob me of one of my children. And now they pretend to be a nation all their own. This is nothing but the greatest slander and foolishness. It is an affront to me, to the lives that were lost that day, to the lives that were lost to these spoiled children before now on Cindorya.

These brigands now have the insubordination now to speak of such nonsense as a dream, a dream of a peaceful future without war. Are these corpses, the corpses of their fellow people, the vision of the future they seek to attain? Let this serve as a lesson to all Cindorayi: "freedom" is harbinger of death. These rabble will bring nothing but death and ruin to those who pursue their foolhardy aims. They preach "equality" among the races, but this "equality" is what have caused the great eras of death and destruction in the past. The species of the world, all fighting each other, massacring each other, for their own aims.

Our national policy for the last three hundred years has been vindicated this day, as the proponents of equality strike another death blow upon their own kind. Inequality... is not wrong! Equality is! Wiglion, in his wisdom, saw fit to bestow upon the races inequal gifts. Some were created stronger in brute force, some more cowardly and afraid, some to breed like insects in their pestilence. The Cindorayi, alone among all others, are his chosen people. We have been given the greatest gift of all among others: our unity of spirit. Today's tragedy will one day be but a footnote in the triumph of the Cindorayi, though their sacrifices will be remembered. Our victory is as inevitable as the sun's rise, for we are superior in all things. That victory, with the lesser races subjugated in their rightful place, will bring about that very dream of peace... without end. To that end, all Cindorayi speak in unison!"

"Pravilo Nasha Sudba! Pravilo Nasha Sudba! Pravilo Nasha Sudba!"

The voices in chorus rang around the ceremonial hall, rang around the city of Solvyana, and rang around the entire Empire, as the ground itself seemed to vibrate with the discipline of a people brought together for one purpose: to win, no matter the cost.
@Mihndar @Shyri

Shall we put together some lore on the status of diplomatic relations between our states since the end of the Void War if you don't mind?


I'd imagine fairly positive, as long as the hostility over Ryuvia remained veiled behind civil diplomacy. As a Nova Dominion ally, you would have likely received some help with technology and we likely have a joint research facility or two, along with the Rafinid. Also, we probably coordinated the moon colony planning together so as to not step on each other's territorial toes, and some working relationship as far as use of orbital stations. Likely, some of the corvettes that lost their docking facilities relocated to a station of yours. A lot of it is going to depend on what nation becomes our southern neighbor, though, as right now that remains open.
@Aweirdgamer

I like your statistics spoiler button, I may have to use that myself at some point.
Please post all nation sheets here first to be accepted.

The OOC thread is used for out of character discussion not necessarily related to the RP and for coordination of ideas on collaboration, etc.

There is a Discord for this RP, hence the low OOC post count. Admission requires an approved nation sheet and first IC post within a week of acceptance.


FAQ for Nation Sheets:

Q: Nuclear weapons, to what extent do they exist?

The allies of the Cindorayi have some nukes, from being more trusted, and other nations have 'bought' or somehow obtained fewer to none but it's not well known how many. The main competitors to the Cindorayi, the Velucan, were the only other nation to possess nuclear weapons at the end of the Void War due to inheritance from the Aldabetans, and the two have stood off in a cold war for the last two decades. The Cindorayi have attempted to prevent this to limited success, but are still overpowering enough where any attempted use would likely lead to MAD, so they hold off for now.

Q: Can I develop energy shields like in Star Trek or something?

"Energy shields" as they exist in sci-fi are out of even near-future range of technology. We can't really manipulate and keep plasma hot like that, and if we did, it would burn up the people inside the shield. However, projected electromagnetic fields can repel magnetic projectiles and redirect or scatter other forms of electromagnetic energy, such as lasers. The primary drawbacks to this would be a. running out of power and b. non-magnetic projectiles, such as carbon or tungsten. Most conventional weaponry uses iron or steel, which is magnetic, however.

Alternatively, you could use an electromagnetic field to reinforce the hull of your ship, but that's still vulnerable to running out of power or to laser weapons that would melt the ship and harm the people inside with heat.
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IC thread is up, for all those interested.
This thread should be where everyone posts their accepted nation sheets, and should be a repository for general reference information about your nations. One post per person, please.

Name of Nation: Cindorayi Empire



Nation Characteristics: The scattered kingdoms of the Cindorayi, in the north and westernmost parts of the peninsula they now possess, were finally unified by the Vissarion Kingdom in 1864. Rozhkov I Vissarion, the head of the Vissarion House, formally declared himself Emperor of all Cindorayi that same year. The Cindorayi, who had previously been largely been tributary states to the ancient Aldabetan Republic, never lost the grudge they had against the Aldabetuse people. The Second Emperor, Pashkov I, lead Cindorayi forces in the First Tannyl War (1894-1897) for access to the lake’s freshwater, which was the first Cindorayi victory over the Republic ever recorded. Over the twentieth century, the Cindorayi Empire rapidly industrialized, being the very first of all nations to do so with easy access to coal and iron ore from their northern tundra lands. In 1934, the Second Tannyl War began, but this war ended in essentially status quo six years later after millions of deaths. After this, however, the Cindorayi Empire along with their allies the Lithla rapidly outstripped the Aldabetuse in terms of industrial production and development. The Aldabetan Republic continued to stagnate and refuse to accept change, whereas the Cindorayi grew ever more militant and radical. In the late twentieth century the nobility was stripped of all remaining power, the Imperial Diet was disbanded and never recalled, and all power was concentrated in the hands of the Emperor. New technologies such as radio and television were used to alarming effect in propagandizing and reinforcing discipline amongst the Cindorayi population, and the Aldabetans were portrayed as the implacable enemy of the Cindorayi people. Other sentient species already subjects of the Cindorayi Empire from prior wars were enslaved and used for menial labour tasks. The military became the highest and most important profession, the center of the Empire’s state apparatus, and has become so integrated with the government that there is very little civilian bureaucracy left. The Cindorayi Empire pioneered space exploration primarily for its military advantages, quickly establishing a network of laser satellites around the planet which were used extensively during the Void War. After victory in 2036, the Empire consolidated control over its new subject peoples, resettling Aldabetuse land and forcibly relocating them to workplaces elsewhere. Realizing the potential numbers advantage of establishing a space colony before anyone else, the Cindorayi restricted all non-allied nations from lunar or extraplanetary settlement, and threatened to rain fire upon any nation which disobeyed as well as blowing any colony ships out of the sky with lasers or nuclear missiles. To greatly improve their capacity for offworld transport, they commenced construction of a space elevator, first of its kind, in their capital city of Lunysvet in 2042, which completed by 2046. Subsequently, the Cindorayi Empire began by establishing a permanent colony on Lunoi and then began full-scale colonization of Cindorya in 2048, which by 2056 had led to over a million colonists being shipped there.

Name of Second Nation: People's Republic of Cindorya

Nation Characteristics: The PRC declared independence from the Cindorayi Empire last month, and consists of a colonial territory on the main continent of Cindorya with a population of approximately 1.2 million. It is in an active state of civil war against the Cindorayi Empire as of the RP’s start.

Nation Location: Westernmost peninsula of the main continent, and the planet of Cindorya, respectively.

Nation Initial Population: 121 million.

Species Name: Cindorayi

Species Characteristics: The Cindorayi are bipedal humanoids with a felinoid appearance, including full-body fur, tails, and pointed ears. Their torsos are arched significantly forwards, unlike other humanoids, and they possess claws on the ends of both sets of hands. Their hands have three fingers and an opposable thumb, and their feet likewise have four digits.

Side Chosen in Void War: The Cindorayi, of course. Pravilo Nasha Sudba! (To rule is our destiny!)

Technological Level: The Cindorayi Empire is the most advanced at present in terms of military technology and only surpassed by others in a few categories. The greatest technical achievement of the Empire is the Lunysvet Space Elevator, a 2 km tall railgun which launches cargo and craft into orbit from Nova Mondial’s surface. Cindorayi began the production of Lunya-class corvettes in 2054, a state-of-the-art space superiority fighter which is capable of taking off from a planetary surface with boosters and traveling to orbit. It possesses a single primary railgun, two wing-mounted lasers, and a nuclear fusion generator which also powers its thrusters through exhaust. The Cindorayi have also begun experimenting with electromagnetic shields, but so far have been unable to miniaturize it for use in any spacecraft or vehicles. Its other non-military technologies are consistent with modern America.

Space Presence: The Cindorayi Empire as of the RP’s start possesses an orbital network of 30 satellites which are equipped with primary lasers and four nuclear missiles apiece, by which the Empire kept the nations of the world in check through threat of imminent nuclear annihilation. The Mondial Orbital Command space station is the primary command and control network for the Cindorayi space operations, and maintains docking facilities for all manner of craft, military and civilian. Secondly, the Cindorayi Empire possesses a lunar colony of around 70,000 individuals, all living in one small city and home to several manufacturing and mining facilities. The Cindoryan Imperial Colony was lost in the opening days of the Cindoryan Revolution.

Special Resource: Cindor crystals, which are capable of storing much larger quantities of energy than conventional batteries. They are a primary component in Cindorayi railgun and laser systems.
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Human history is a history of revolutions. Revolutions against authority, against tradition, against faith, and against their own deficiencies and inabilities. No matter how strong, how entrenched, how powerful an empire, its time has always come for it to fall. No matter how formidable an obstacle, human ingenuity has found a way around it or at least a way to weaken it. This is how nations such as Rome and the Third Reich fell. This is how a man was able to set foot on the moon.

This is not the story of human history. But the lessons human history teaches us are no less relevant in this new world.


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~City of Sylvnor, Planet of Cindorya~
December 2056

“Down with the Emperor! Up with Cindorya! Down with the Emperor! Up with Cindorya!”

The crowd made its way forward, brandishing signs and makeshift weapons alike. The sky was orange with both the sunset and the occasional fire. A Molotov cocktail was thrown, adding another orange blossom to the world. Against all this cacophony, a deeper and more menacing sound could be heard. It was the sound of marching.

A wall of men advanced down the street. Riot police, bearing the sigil of the Cindorayi Empire on their shields and guns in their hands. A spotlight pierced through the orangey gloom and illuminated the center of the crowd, as the police commander shouted.

“Imperial citizens, you are hereby ordered to disperse! By Imperial Edict 347, this is an illegal gathering. Put down all weapons and disperse at once or we will fire!”

This warning seemed to only embolden the crowd. Several more blossoms of fire erupted against the police’s shields and behind them, and they surged forward. The police looked at one another anxiously, and then prepared to fire.

In the precise moment when the commander’s mouth began to open, a jet streaked by and a bomb fell right down into the center of the police lines. The police line wavered, then shattered without leadership. Some were beaten, some were pushed aside, but the crowd kept advancing, as a landslide does heedless of obstacles in its way.

Nearby, a reporter, trying to retain some decency as the cold wind gusted past and billowed up her dress, was shouting into the microphone to be heard.

“These are by far the largest protests ever seen in Sylvnor, or indeed on all of the Cindoryan Imperial Colony!” The reporter pointed to the advancing crowds. “Unrest has been rapidly increasing over the Imperial taxation policies and draconian restrictions over the last week, but only now have we seen such a massive public outcry! Protesters are demanding the Viceroy be replaced with a democratic, autonomous govern…” The reporter trailed off as she listened to her earphone. “We have breaking news that the Colonial Army has sided with the protestors and is currently attempting a coup. I repeat, a coup is in progress.”

~Imperial Palace, City of Lunysvet, Planet of Nova Mondial~

The viewscreen powered down and there was nothing but silence.

“As you can see, Your Imperial Highness, the situation is… escalating quickly. The Viceroy reports he’s virtually lost control of the situation. We may have to grant the Imperial Col-“ A Cindorayi civil servant twitched his tail nervously.

“May I ask if you are going to seriously present such a ludicrous proposal to my face? Shall I have you executed for treason right here and now?” A man clothed in luxurious robes leaned forward slightly, his pointed face half-illuminated by the light.

“No, Your Imperial Highness, I was merely-“

“Then enough of this foolishness. The Imperial Colony will be reclaimed, and our empire will continue to expand. This was merely… an unfortunate setback.” The Emperor chuckled and leaned back once more.

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Greetings, and welcome. This is likely my third attempt at GMing a RP, as I don’t usually come up with concepts that occur so evocative to me as to warrant it. I can only hope that this is the most successful one yet. If you had the patience to read through the above, I welcome you to Novira. The basic premise of this RP is as follows:

Setting: This is a roleplay which primarily takes place on a habitable world much like our own, called Nova Mondial. The primary difference is this: multiple sentient species have developed on the world, and exist in competition with each other. Most species exist as independent, unified nation-states. The RP takes place at a technological level in the near future, with these nations beginning the process of interplanetary colonization.

Style: This RP is ideally very open-ended in terms of how you choose to carry it out. Some people prefer to narrate large-scale events, others to look at everything within their nation from an individual character perspective. You’re perfectly free to do either or both.

Time is fluid, you're free to do flashbacks and the like, but generally assume that each page is approximately a month for the time being.

Backstory: The world of Nova Mondial emerged after the year 2036 in the Cindorayi calendar from a major war, known as the Void War (2034-36) as it involved the first use of space-based weaponry systems. In this time, the world was split into two major alliances, one spearheaded by the Cindorayi Empire and the other by the Aldabetan Republic. The Cindorayi soundly and completely defeated the Aldabetan Republic, ending with the dropping of nuclear weapons on a few Aldabetan cities and the wholesale annexation of their territory.

In the twenty years since, the Cindorayi Empire and their allies, known collectively as the Nova Dominion, consolidated their control over outer space. Having uncontested superiority after the Void War, rival developing nations had no choice but to seek Cindorayi permission to launch spacecraft or colonize, or risk being blown out of the sky on the way up. While the Empire and its allies collaboratively settled Nova Mondial’s habitable moon, Lunoi, the Empire reserved for itself the closest habitable planet, which they named Cindorya. In the last decade, they initiated a massive colonization drive to move a million people over to the new planet via a space elevator, the first of its kind. In order to enforce order and ensure maximum expansion, the Cindoryan Imperial Colony enforced heavy rules and regulations on the populace, as well as taxes to fund its efforts back on Nova Mondial. This, understandably, provoked heavy backlash and in December 2056, the People's Republic of Cindorya declared independence from the Empire. The resulting war resulted in the destruction of the majority of the Cindorayi Empire’s space infrastructure. The RP begins on the first day of 2057. The way is now open for rival nations to begin to take on - and potentially surpass them - in the great race for colonization of the rest of the Novira System.

Nation Sign-Up Sheet:

Name of Nation:
Nation Characteristics: (Government, culture, anything you see fit to explain about how your nation operates)
Nation Location: (Feel free to indicate a general place in text and I can add you to the map, or add yourself.)
Nation Initial Population:
Species Name:
Species Characteristics: (Basic physical features, anatomy, etc. Nothing too outlandish or overpowered, please, and preferably no humans)
Side Chosen in Void War: (Cindorayi, Aldabetan, or neutral)
Technological Level: (The baseline for this is like standard modern technology. The Cindorayi Empire is the most advanced at present, with several advanced technologies such as a space elevator, laser and railgun weapons, and nuclear fusion power. Allies would have been given some of these technologies, but not all. Also include what level of space presence your empire has, if any. Most nations should at least have communications satellites and a space station, however Cindorayi allies would have been allowed to arm their stations/satellites and also to have a moon colony.)
Special Resource: (It’s an alien planet, and so correspondingly I’ll allow each applying person to say there’s a unique resource not found on earth that they have large deposits of, provided again it’s not too overpowered. Example: The Cindorayi have Cindor crystals, which are capable of storing much larger quantities of energy than conventional batteries.)

I intend to balance the technological/space advantage given to the Cindorayi allies by being more permissive with the other categories (population, land area, species and special resources) to those who chose the Aldabetan side.

Maps of Nova Mondial:

Political:


Current Claims:
Dark Red: Cindorayi Empire (Mihndar)
Light Purple: Grand Protectorate of Lithla (Predawnia)
Dark Green: Vaspen Empire (Ben1730)
Light Green: Famsidian Union (Aweirdgamer)
Yellow-Orange: Union of Kor (Neruu)
Salmon: New Auslassia (Dinh AaronMK)
Dark Purple: Unified Soto Guilds (Arawak)
Dark Brown: Dominion of Isalka (Cheetuhman)
Dark Blue: Rafinid Technocracy (Shyri)
Orange: Greater Union of Veluca (Wernher)
Light Blue: Pokash (Urcica)

Physical:


Celestial Bodies (in order from the star, Novira):



Irkalla: A desolate, Mercury-like volcanic planet, which is completely uninhabitable on the surface and possesses no atmosphere. An underground colony would be theoretically plausible, but difficult. Roughly the size of Earth’s moon.

Europia: Lying on the inner edge of Novira’s habitable zone, this is a hot desert/savannah like planet which has no oceans, only small seas and lakes. Roughly 1/2 the size of Earth.
---Nachbar: The sole moon of Europia, uninhabitable, no atmosphere and hot, 1/6 the size of Earth’s moon.

Nova Mondial: The home planet, of a similar size to Earth.
---Lunoi: A habitable, temperate moon with a single large sea. Suffers severe tidal effects due to Nova Mondial. Colonized by the Cindorayi Empire and a few other major Nova Dominion powers. Of a similar size to Earth's Moon.
---Edhya: An uninhabitable, cratered moon much like our own, but with ice caps at the poles that could be utilized for water. Approximately a fourth the size of Earth’s moon.

Cindorya: Lying on the outer edge of Novira’s habitable zone, this is a cold, mostly tundra-arctic world with a thin temperate band around the equator. The ice caps consist of nearly a third of the surface, though there are oceans that separate the continents along the temperate band. Approximately 2/3 the size of Earth.
---Duiria: A rocky, uninhabitable moon with a thin atmosphere made almost entirely of carbon dioxide, of similar climate to Mars. Most hospitable of the uninhabitable bodies and potentially able to be terraformed with enough time and effort.

Asteroid Belt: The asteroid belt here is very similar to that of the Sol System’s, essentially the fragmented remains of what could have been a planet, endless rocks drifting in the void.

Sapia: This final habitable planet lies well outside the habitable zone, but possesses an extremely thick atmosphere with a high concentration of carbon dioxide, creating a greenhouse effect that keeps the surface relatively temperate and the oceans liquid. This planet is approximately twice the size of Earth.
---Felinis: Similar to Cindorya in climate, but no oceans, and due to the vertical rotation around Sapia, only one side of the moon is habitable at a given time. As the rotation slowly changes, the habitable side moves circularly around the equator, making one rotation every four years. Approximately the size of Earth's moon.

Kharok: A gas giant at the outer edge of the solar system of similar size to Jupiter. The gas giant has seven small, uninhabitable rocky moons, some of which are closer to asteroids.

Note: I’m considering allowing civilization(s) native to Sapia to apply, in some kind of industrial-era level technology, since it would be very interesting as the RP progresses to see that sort of interaction, as well as to make taking Sapia more difficult as it it is by far the most valuable of the planets. If you are interested in being a candidate for that, please let me know.

There is a Discord for this RP, hence the low OOC post count. Admission requires an approved nation sheet and first IC post within a week of acceptance.
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