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The Greater People's Republic of Jasar

-Governance-
Capital: Shanui
Location: Jasar takes up a sizable chunk of the Eastern Continent, it's terrain varies, from a vast mountain range, to hill lands, forests and flat plains. The climates of Jasar are often harsh. Long cold, rainy winters are a common occurrence in Jasar, as are short summers.
Government: Single-Party State/Hereditary Dictatorship
Head of Government: The Most Glorious and Eternal President Kanda Sinta
Principles: Under the Revolutionary Articles, Kanda Sitna had declared himself President for Life.
Operation: Jasar is divided into ten provinces, each headed by a Governor handpicked by the Party in closed door elections.
Routine: From a young age, citizens are taught that even in times of peace, the enemies of the Revolution are all around, waiting and plotting for their demise, and to be a service to the Leader and the State is to guarantee their survival and that all must contribute to the never-ending war. And in their contribution, many enlist as workers and builders to maintain the massive factories dotting Jasar, and enlisting in the JPA.

-Populace-
Demographics: A large percentage of the Jasaran Population are made up of people of Caucasian Descent, around 80% to be exact, with the rest, being of Asian Descent make up about 20%.
Differentiation: Racism is a none-issue amongst the citizenry, when it concerns outsiders, that is indeed a different story.
Beliefs: Thanks in part of decades of indoctrination, a Cult of Personality has emerged among the people, holding President Sinta to the highest regards to the point of worship, revering him like a God.
Attitude: The People, or at least most, see their government and the glorious leader as infallible, dissent against the Leader and State is dealt with harshly.
Culture: Every good Jasaran knows that to be a service to the State in any way, shape or form, is to be a service to the Glorious, most Holy Leader, a precious cog in his most divine machine. From outside, they of course, are seen as a people gone mad, cowering and graveling at a Mad Man's every whim.

-Technology, Utilities, & Military-
Education: The Educational system is run by the Ministry of Information, funneling nothing but outright fabrication and propaganda to the youth of Jasar.
Modernization: The Modernization of Jasar was a rather selective process, many parts of the country are run-down towns and villages, while others are large, often times packed, and yet eerily empty cities, and then there is the Capital itself, a sprawling metropolis seen as the pinnacle of Jasaran craftsmanship, but often so is more for show to impress outsiders.
Industrialization: Once again, it is a selective process, towns and villages mostly forgotten, left without food and other goods for weeks on end, the few cities and the Capital itself hoard most of the many luxuries, the food, clean water etc. Jasar is a heavily industrialized nation, with massive arms factories the size of cities, such are necessary to supply the JPA with the latest of weaponry and gear.
Health Care: Healthcare in Jasar can range to moderately well, to very poor in some parts of the country.
Logistics, Communication, Transportation: Citizens of the GPRJ can not take ownership of automobiles, and often times rely on the State Monorails for transportation or bikes. Computers are also restricted from the public, reserved only for Members of the Jasaran People's Revolutionary Party. Primary ways of communication between the Party and Citizenry is the Television or intercoms set on every street corner.
Standing Army: The Jasaran People's Army current numbers to 8 Million strong
Military Organization: The JPA is organized into five branches, the Ground Forces, Air Force, Navy, Special Operations and the Astro Force.
Experience & Tactics: In the past fifty years and during the course of three wars, the JPA has always favored mass combined arms charges of infantry, armored vehicles and aerial support, and often times, swarm tactics as their primary psychological weapon.



Sigma said (( Alright, so this has a lot of unlikely things in it xD I know that the leader looks pretty young, but she's 29. As it explains it's all a big game to her, and her reasons for calling herself a Sith Lord aren't really that clear. Other things are similar such as how she has two apprentices who are both older than her and seem to be more powerful than her. Yet, unlike the usual Sith ways, they don't seem to care for killing her and taking her place as Sith Lords. If it all seems to silly and unlikely I can change it. ))

Oh no, I like what you wrote up so far, you're in.
Sounds aright with me, go ahead.
I have unfortunate news that Omega has dropped out of the rp.
Yes, what he said. We're pretty much open indefinitely.
If you'd like the entire sector, that won't be a problem.
Awesome, looking forward to see what you got.
Several pods containing viper probe droids came thrusting out from the blackness of space as they were inbound towards Tandun III's moon,however one of them had veered off course, and continued it's fiery descent toward the planet. The other two pods continued their own course, creating clouds of dirt and stone upon impact with the moon's harsh surface, they were bound to be noticed by any incoming patrols, but if the droids were lucky, they would not.

As the clouds scattered to the solar winds, a pair of Viper Droids came rising from their respective craters, going their separate ways as the first lifted upward, leaving the moon as it ventured off to scan for any ships in orbit. The second had just wandered on the moon itself.

Elsewhere on the surface of Tandun III, the third pod came crashing down for miles through jungle, leaving a rather noticeable trail of fire and destruction. If the Separatists didn't notice their arrival on the moon, they certainly will know now with the third's entry. The Probe Droid rose from the burning remains of the trees, moving onward to scout out for any Confederate settlements or bases in the region, if any were to be found that is.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....
Star Wars
The Succession Wars

The Galaxy has fallen into Dark Times, what was to be time of celebration was one of pain and misery. The Emperor and his Dark Apprentice are dead, but the galaxy remains at peril. For twenty years the Succession Wars have waged, nations rise and fall, engulfed in the chaotic fires of war and there seems to be no end in sight.
And now, yet another conflict is on the rise in the Outer Rim, the Dominion of the Gordian Reach, an Imperial Successor State, plots against it's neighbor, the Confederation of Independent Systems, in an effort to seize control of the Hydian Way from them, they send a task force to the Tandun System, setting the first stages of the Invasion.



Deep in the far edges of the Tandun System, a fleet of over a dozen dominion vessels of varying sizes and classes flash out into existence as they exited hyperspace. Among their numbers was a single Imperator Star Destroyer, two Venators, nine Nebulon frigates, two Centurion Carriers and five Acclamators. As all ships were accounted for, they all begun to cruise along the deep void of space, like sea ships of old, carefully bypassing the asteroid ring orbiting the system's outer reaches, not alerting what forces may have been stationed here, although such discreetness will not do them good for long.

Aboard the Relentless, Flagship of the Vanguard Battlegroup
An aged man in his fifties, Admiral Terek Zaamil was his name, dressed in your typical imperial officer's uniform, with grey hair start to show, he sat in his private quarters somewhere within the Relentless, looking out the window, observing the stars and taking in the peace and quiet before the inevitable battle to come, although he did not dread the battle to come, oh no, he n fact was waiting with much glee, for fifteen years ago, this very system was the site of a major battle against the Separatists before they took over the sector, he was but a captain at the time, the local warlord had amassed all the ships they could spare to meet the separatsts head on. As expected, the battle went terribly for the imperials, many had deserted, him included. He took his ship and fled to the Gordian Reach, and swore himself that he one day return, and it seems that his moment of triumph was near, he wouldn't be a coward like before.

His meditation was disrupted by several beeps coming from the armrest of his chair, he pressed down a few keys. "Admiral we've left the Asteroid Field, and the fleet will be ready for another Hyperpace Jump within a few hours." said a young woman.

"Good, good." He replied. "Have some Probe Droids sent ahead and survey the system, keep me updated until our arrival."

"Yessir."
Yes your faction's accepted.

Also, IC is finally up :D
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