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Post by killer spork on Jul 25, 2015 8:18:57 GMT -6
‘’ Wake up. ‘’ A voice snarled from the darkness.
‘’ Wake up. ‘’ The voice came again, this time it was followed by a hard smack to the head of his compatriot as he began to stir from his slumber on the floor.
‘’ Why’d you hit me, you bastard!? ‘’ Sakai cried, snapping awake, one hand gripping the back of his head.
‘’ Sshhhh! I think we’re stopping. ‘’ Tumelo said, a mixture of fear and hope shining in his eyes. The two men had been in the railcar for what had felt like weeks but had more likely been days. The railcar itself was full of decrepit figures, each hovering in their own corner of the boxcar. The men were exhausted from the trip. The boxcar had little heat, no ventilation, and what little scraps of food the guards had given them had quickly been fought over. One man was already dead, the result of Tumelo breaking his neck in a vicious fight over a ration pack. The guards hadn’t even bothered to collect the body and the men in railcar A358 had been living with the stench for days. Sakai had little idea where they were, where they were going, or what was going to happen to them. What he had pieced together in his conversations with many of the men here was that they had all been condemned for one reason or another. Some were thieves, killers, and rapists. Others had been sent here for political reasons, no doubt because the idiots couldn’t learn to keep their traps shut. A few, like Tumelo and Sakai were soldiers…or former soldiers at the very least. Besides their checkered past, each man in the boxcar had another thing in common… a collar.
It was a strange thing. Sakai hadn’t remembered putting it on. In fact, he didn’t remember much before he had been arrested. Had they put them all under? Despite his attempts to pull the damned thing off, it was as if it was glued to his skin. A green button glowed on the collar. Sakai had thought that it might be the release switch but his attempts to push it had yielded nothing in terms of results.
‘’ I wouldn’t do that. ‘’ Tumelo said, eyeing his comrade warily. ‘’ Right now that button is green… but what if it goes red? Leave it be. ‘’ The train at last grinded to a halt. For another hour, the men waited in the darkness. Few words were uttered as they waited for their fate to be decided…until at last the door car opened. Many of the men cursed as sunlight flooded in, they were temporarily blinded as the box car was invaded by soldiers armed with rifles and equipped with body armor.
‘’ OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! ‘’ A Sergeant was screaming, kicking men with his boot or cuffing them with the butt of his rifle. A gunshot sounded behind Sakai’s head, obviously someone had been moving too slow. Tumelo and Sakai staggered off of the train and were funneled towards a line. Military medics walked down the line, inspecting them like livestock.
‘’ Open your mouth. ‘’ The medic growled, using his gloved fingers to grab his jaw and forcefully pry his mouth open. Meanwhile, a medical bot hovering beside him poked him with a needle to draw blood and analyze his vitals.
‘’ Clean. Move on. ‘’ The medic snapped before he moved onto his next patient. There must have been hundreds of men that had been offloaded from the car. Like cattle they were herded onwards towards a parade ground where they sloppily formed into lines.
‘’ ATTEN-SHUN! ‘’ The sergeant (that Sakai had nicknamed Whoreson) roared again. The men uncomfortably snapped in formation, some slower than others, as they tried to comprehend what was going on. A jeep pulled infront of the ragtag formation, a man stepping free from its confines. From his peaked cap, immaculate boots, and the shiny pistol on his belt, then Sakai would’ve guessed he was an officer. He slowly paced up and down the ranks, taking in the sight of his collection of motley troop before coming to stand directly infront of them, his hands folding behind his back.
‘’ Soldiers. Welcome to the 168th Penal Regiment. I am Captain Xolani and I am the commander of First Company. Many of you are condemned men. Rapists, thieves, killers, and deserters. The only reason you are still alive is because the State believes that you still have a modicum of value. All of you earned a place within this regiment. Most of you will no doubt die in the service of this regiment and your country. In the unlikely event you do survive however and redeem yourselves, the government will issue pardons for your past crimes. I do not e---‘’
The Captain was cut off as one of the men broke free from the formation and started to run back towards the rail car. Sergeant Whoreson and a dozen other soldiers raised their guns, fingers on the trigger.
‘’ HOLD YOUR FIRE! ‘’ Xolani barked, this wasn't an act of mercy however. The Captain had pulled free a small control module, Sakai could barely make out what the officer was doing as he calmly punched in a few buttons then raised his head expectantly to pin his gaze on the fleeing man.
He exploded like a balloon. Sakai could make out the collar around his neck switching from green to a dark red… It was an arming switch. It didn't just make the man’s head explode however it showered everything within fifteen meters with hot shrapnel and bone fragments. More than one man was wounded in the blast.
‘’ Let me make myself clear. There is no escape from myself or the regiment. You belong to me, you belong to the First Company. You will leave here either with a pardon or dead. Make your choice on which one you would rather have. Company dismissed. ‘’ It would be the last time that Sakai or Tuemlo would see their new leader for the next few days as the men were kitted, organized into squads, and forced into barracks… Then there real training would start.
SUMMARY:
-- A look at the 168th Penal Regiment and the men within it.
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Post by killer spork on Aug 2, 2015 14:35:36 GMT -6
Griswold Academy resembled less of a school and more of a military barracks. The buildings were squat and ugly, the teachers had more in common with drill sergeants in the Asteran Marine Corp, and the students were organized along the lines of a platoon. Yet today on the campus there was a palpable sense of excitement because today the senior class was going to decide their inevitable fate and career path.
Today was the CAT exams or the Career Aptitude Test. The test not only took into account his score but his overall academic performance. Many of the poor bastards in Lucius Trask's class would end up as B Class Miners, banished to the depths of the underground to mine ore from the planets bowels, or drafted to serve as infantry grunts. For Lucius, he had far grander dreams that would take him away from the blighted and polluted depths of Vorcia and to Ezria, one of the few places left on this godforsaken planet that hadn't been touched by the Hive Wars that had turned so much of the planet to ash.
Ezria wasn't just one of the few places that had been left unscathed, it was also home to one of the state sanctioned art institutes that Trask hungered to be accepted to. His many appeals and letters had fallen upon deaf ears and he was more than aware that he would be going up against national prodigies but a life away from Vorcia with its brutality, pollution, and the overbearing presence of his father was a dream that seemed tantalizingly close to becoming reality.
The fact that it should come down to a test question was all the more frustrating. The steady tap of pen on paper adding more weight to the burden of choosing the correct answer, when he scribbled down the answer to his final answer, he dropped his pen with a note of finality. The long walk from his desk to the proctor felt like he was heading towards the firing squad. His test was stamped and then sent off to a nearby bot for processing, while in turn, he waited to be '' processed '' in a nearby waiting room.
Long hours passed, names were called, some left the office dejected, others elated. Trask found himself sitting opposite a hook nosed man whom was wearing a name tag that Trask couldn't quite make out. He was hammering keys into the computer with one hand while nimbly navigating the pages of his results.
'' I see here you wish to be transferred to Ezria. '' The councilor said, making a tsk, tsk, tsk sound. '' You have many good qualifications to do so. I see here you've won a number of regional competitions for your artwork. Well done. '' Trask's heart began to hammer in his chest and then...he felt it pushed down into his stomach.
'' Unfortunately, the navy has passed down a new draft quota. You've scored very highly in mathematics and your GT score is very high as well. In addition, you ft the physical requirements. Excellent eyesight, no birth defects... ' He said, tapping a few more numbers before he picked up a stamp. For a moment, Trask thought he saw a hint of regret before he sentenced him to his fate. The stamp came crashing down on his paperwork.
'' You must've known how difficult it would've been to transfer to Ezria. '' He explained as if talking to a small child.
'' The Navy will give you a good career young man. You'll be serving the Revolution. '' The hook nosed councilor said with another sad smile before barking out into the hallway...
'' Here is your paperwork. Report here in two weeks. Transport will be provided by the military to take you in for processing. '' With that the meeting and the life Trask wanted was over.
'' NEXT! '' Hook nose said, slamming his fist on the buzzer to call in his next victim.
SUMMARY: -- A young Lucius Trask is drafted from high school for naval service, dashing his dreams and his hopes for a life away from the military.
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Post by killer spork on Aug 7, 2015 20:08:49 GMT -6
Torgau Sector
Misha Tanner woke up to the sound of her husband getting out of bed, stumbling about in the dark of their small hab as he struggled to find his trousers and boots. It was well past midnight as she propped herself up on her elbows to attempt to make out his form and the words that he was speaking in barely audible tones to someone on the other end of the phone line.
'' I'll be there shortly. Calm down, I said calm down. It's probably just another bloody drill. '' The conversation ended as he slammed the phone down with more force than he had intended.
'' Go back to sleep. '' Rufus Tanner said brusquely and a tad groggily, noticing that his wife had begun to stir.
'' Where in the name of Leneru are you going at this hour? '' Misha said.
'' Some military types are down at the plant. I don't know what the hell they want. I swear if this is another drill...'' He said as he managed to locate his coat.
'' Why do they need you? Don't they have someone else on hand to manage this? ''
'' I'm the chief engineer, of course their going to call me when someone with shiny epaulets makes a visit. I'll be back in an hour. Go back to sleep and don't wake the baby. '' Rufus said with another sigh before venturing outside. Slowly, Misha fell back into a light doze... She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she was awoken by a pounding knock at the door.
The baby started to wail as now it was MIsha's turn to stumble from the bed towards the door. She pulled it open, ready to unleash a mothers divine wrath on whomever was calling at this hour. Instead, she was met by a tall man, with a peaked cap and a trench coat. A clipboard was in his hand, a small drone hovering over his shoulder as it ran a facial recognition scan.
'' Misha Tanner. '' The man said, it wasn't a question.
'' I am Major Sidor of the Gendarmerie. I have been sent here to collect you and your child. Please take a few moments to gather a few personal belongings, time is very short. '' He said, pushing her back into the apartment as she hastily bundled herself up in her robe.
'' I don't understand this. Why here? What is the meaning of this? Where is my husband? He's a very important man here in the district I'll have you know! We have friends within the Party! '' Misha had heard about these types of visits in the night, people taken never to be heard from again with a knock at the door. She wasn't about to let herself be dragged off into some secret prison without a fight by the military police!
'' Madam, it is because your husband is such an important man that I am here at all. '' The Major said, forcing the door open wider to admit himself and four other men.
'' Collect your belongings. You have five minutes. '' She wasn't the only person on his list tonight.
After a frantic few minutes, Misha was being bustled downstairs by her new armed guards. A motorcade was waiting outside, several vans full of wide eyed civilians. It wasn't just small vans however. The convoy was protected by an armored personnel carrier, a steely eyed soldier with a machine gun in the turret surveying the darkness.
'' This is Stork. '' Major Sidor said into a handheld vox. '' I have the package, proceeding to rendezvous point with the next wave. '' The motorcade growled on, the baby had started crying again.
'' Where is my husband? '' It was the question that she kept muttering to herself and to Sidor whom ignored her, until she grabbed the Major by the collar.
'' Where is my husband? ''
'' Your husband is doing some very important work for us. Important for the very survival of the nation, we are ensuring that his family is protected. Everyone else you see here is in a similar situation. '' Sidor said, slowly prying her wrist off of him.
'' You should be proud of him...and thankful. You got out just in time. '' He said as the motorcade stopped again. The vans emptied and it seemed that they were at a makeshift landing strip. The buzz of aircraft was constant.
'' Got out just in time? What are you talking about? Stop babbling and make sense damn you! '' Misha snarled, panic gripping her heart.
'' Look up madame...the sky is falling. '' Her gaze was cast upward towards the Heavens, which seemed to have opened up before her.
They looked like shooting stars, fireballs in the sky, blazing hot as they broke through the atmosphere. But there was something more ominous about them...they seemed massive. She counted four of them...
The whirr of a helicopter broke her concentration, a ramp lowering to admit its new passengers. She turned to confront Sidor, ask him more questions, but the Major was already stalking away. He was holding a new list in his hand, with even more names.
How many would escape the madness that was about to descend upon the city?
SUMMARY:
-- VIP's are evacuated quietly by the army as enemy forces descend upon the Torgau Sector.
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Post by killer spork on Aug 25, 2015 17:20:40 GMT -6
Eastern Ezria; Camp Xhosha: '' It's almost peaceful. '' Higar remarked to no one in particular, the constant whirr of helicopters dislodging more troops was quickly turning the landing zone from idyllic mountainside to a heavily armed encampment. '' Stop daydreaming and help me with this fucking crate. '' Sergeant Sakai snapped, breaking Higar from her trance (though not without a resentful look). Sakai's words were slurred, a result of the augmetics that had been grafted to his face. Metal and flesh were still learning to become one after a bug had managed to skim him with an acid attack. It eaten through his helmet and visor, all the way down to his lower jaw which had been removed and now replaced. Sakai never had a pretty face to begin with and the newly minted Lieutenant Tumelo had insisted that it was an improvement. Normally such an injury would've meant a discharge from the army, but not now. Not when every human hand was needed for the coming fight. It had been the same reason that Tumelo and the original survivors of the 168th Penal Regiment hadn't been granted pardons. The bureaucracy had ensured that they landed right back where they were with a fresh crop of dead men walking. Asteran Penal Troops land in Eastern Ezria The new crop of troops hadn't been much better than the last. Many of these buggers had deserted when the bugs had invaded Torgau, others were looters, or were here for political reasons. It didn't matter to Tumelo, they'd stuck him with a fancy new rank pin and put him in charge of this lot. '' Careful with that one Sakai. The last sergeant to give her orders, she cut up like a fish. '' Tumelo muttered to his compatriot whom had joined him to watch the aerial flotilla continuing their mission on the sidelines. '' Ain't much for her left to take. '' Sakai said wistfully, cursing as he took a swig of devil's root (inadvertently covering his superiors boots in liquor when half of it fell out of his newly constructed mouth). He shot Tumelo a sheepish look as way of an apology before offering his superior a drink out of the canteen. '' She could always cut off your gonads, watch your back. '' '' Hah and the army no doubt will get me an mechanical one of those too! It'd make the joy girls happy when we get back to Vorcia. '' Sakai said, his face contorting in what Tumelo recognized as his friends stupid grin, even if the metal portion of his face struggled to convey the movement. '' Or laugh. '' Tumelo replied with a waggle of his eyebrows before Sakai stomped off to go yell at someone else but it sure as shit wasn't Higar. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ '' We've got a burrower. '' Higar whispered into her comm unit, the rope wrapped tightly around her as she descended deeper into the inky black depths of the tunnel. She tried to control her breathing, was that movement in the dark? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Why the fuck had she volunteered for this? She tried to control the hammer of her heart, convinced that the bugs could hear it. The auspex showed no movement but the way the signals bounced around these tunnels, she couldn't be sure. Then she heard the chirp, it was subtle at first? An echo from further down the tunnel? She had to work quickly. The surveillance drone whined as it came to life, feeding her a flood of sensory data as it glided down the tunnels that the insects had constructed. It was creating a map and it was extensive.... how many of the fuckers were down here!? She watched through the drones eyes before the feed abruptly cut. There were tremors on the ground.... '' C> PULL ME UP! '' She screamed, the rope tugging as she saw the first hint of an antenna beginning to emerge from out of the dark. Higar thumbed the activation switch on the grenade and sent it rolling into the dark. The heat from the blast propelling her upwards, showering her with bits of shrapnel and grime. Higar sprawled out on the ground, desperately sucking in deep gasps of air. '' Good work. '' Tumelo said, crouched over her. '' Looks like we found ourselves a nest. '' The Lieutenant said rising, absently scratching at the explosive collar around his neck. Higar's eyes narrowed on what the Lieutenant had in his hand.... it was an activation stud. But not just for any grenade...for Higar's collar... '' Bring up the promethium charges boys. I want second and third squads ready to descend after the fires are out. '' Sakai pumped a shotgun round into the chamber and began snarling orders. SUMMARY: -- Operation Bug Hunt dispatches Asteran troops along the Torgau and Ezrian sectors, hunting for Hive insurgents.
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Post by Admin on Sept 1, 2015 12:22:00 GMT -6
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"One Big Union. Those aren't my words, those are Jawalir Leneru's. And they are for soldiers the same as a factory worker or a field hand. Your top commanders dress in red and carry his books around, but they won't give you what he was fighting for all along. What we all fought for, in both our revolutions. And you can see the proof right in front of your eyes: How many millions of your comrades died when General Kruger mindlessly threw entire armies to die not once, but twice! What's gonna stop him from doing it again? You think he'll hold off on the next wild gambit just because you ask him? You think he even cares how many of you die as long as he keeps his fancy-ass office? Of course not! Whether it's a King or a Boss or a General, they'll throw your lives away like burnt cigarettes unless you get organized and take the power." -- Comrade Petrov
"I think it's safe to say almost everyone here has a family back home, or at least some friends. People who raised us, supported us, taught us to be who we are. Now you've found a way out of the mining pits and the factory smoke, but where are they? The Army gives you enough to live better, but is it enough to do right by everyone back home? How many of you have a brother or a sister or a friend who got hurt in a factory? Someone who got sick in the mines? Someone who died too young in a fire or an accident or from exhaustion, because the central planners and field managers don't give a shit? I've looked at the salaries the Army gives you, and I've looked at the market figures around here, and they've told me what you already know: You'll never be able to make enough money to get everyone out of the hellholes below ground. But there's another way, and it's a way you've all seen for yourselves or read about, some of you since you were kids. Revolt! The good Chairman Galiani is being surrounded and eaten alive by cronies and thugs in the capital who call themselves 'comrades.' Take the reigns away from the corrupt generals who stuff themselves and leave the scraps for you. Then bring the Union back to your families, so they can kick out the taskmasters and run the mines and factories and farms themselves. Do right by the Asteran Revolution and the Chairman, and finish the job they started!" -- Comrade Jensen
Betrayal from such a close ally was a bitter pill. Reports from Asteron's customs department indicated that two Union Agents had arrived in Asteron on diplomatic visas, signed by the RWU government and giving them diplomatic immunity. Comrade Jensen and Comrade Petrov had wasted no time going on a tour of Asteron's military sectors. At every stop they shook hands, made public speeches, and preached about the negligence of Asteron's government and its callousness towards the valiant soldiers who had died defending the planet. Their words struck a raw nerve among many, who remembered the death and destruction under general Kruger and the RWU's heroic victory against the aliens. Their efforts were swift and immensely successful: RWU membership skyrocketed in their wake as soldiers signed up to join the union. Millions stood in line to receive their union card. If nothing was done the majority of Asteron's army would soon be pledged to the RWU.
SUMMARY -- 2 RWU Union Agents arrive in Asteron publicly -- 2 Military Sectors UNIONIZED
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Post by killer spork on Sept 2, 2015 13:21:47 GMT -6
'' Stop resuscitation attempts.... Time of death...3:52 am. '' The surgeon said, pulling off one blood stained glove to stare at the watch around his wrist.
The Chairman that had lead Asteron for nearly five decades was dead.
Generals Saratoga, Kayani, and Kruger stared from behind hardened class into the operating room.
'' The Chairman wouldn't have given in. '' Kruger growled.
'' The Chairman is dead. The Revolutionary Council has lost its legitimacy with him. '' Saratoga said after a long moment. '' We may have to play the Ayar's game after all. ''
'' We could stretch this out. Buy time..... '' Kayani said, his gaze locking with Kruger's.
'' Time to approach the Viscarri you mean? That would only invite more bloodshed and I will not trade one overlord for another. No, we'll have to do the unthinkable. '' Saratoga said, his fingers curling into a balled fists... '' This doesn't mean that we cannot stack the deck in our favor however... The political landscape is about to shift dramatically and I will ensure that we are prepared. Remember gentleman, the one who fires the first shot in this war is the one who loses. But that doesn't mean that we can't strike back. ''
'' Prepare the statement. Kruger, I am resigning my commission to prepare for the coming elections. You will succeed me as Chief of Staff. General Kayani will assume command of the Armed Forces. '' Both Kayani and Kruger shared a look. It was clear Saratoga was positioning himself to succeed the Chairman. Kruger might've been the obvious choice a few years ago, but the war had battered his reputation. Kayani on the other hand was far too old and unknown. Saratoga was the only safe choice as a successor.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- '' It has been reported...'' The newswoman said, wiping away a tear...
'' that Chairman Galiani has died last night due to complications from surgery. The renowned General and statesman was ninety four.. '' A montage followed, showcasing the Chairman in his younger days. From a General in the Vorcian Army outside the gates of Jouran, to commander of the Asteran army, and finally as its Chairman.
A camera panned to crowds that were forming outside of the Presidential Palace. Army troops were out in force, there was an expectant air. The Revolutionary Council had promised an announcement... Long minutes passed, then an hour, until finally the camera panned away to Colonel Abdulya, carefully stacking papers behind a podium.
'' In light of the Chairman's death and the bloody warfare that has consumed the planet, the Revolutionary Council will be dissolved as an entity. A provisional government chosen from the People's Congress will be established. An election to make up a new body of the Congress will be held within a year. Following the election, elements of the Emergency Law will be repealed, and habeas corpus will be restored. However, attempts by foreign and domestic agents to agitate the populace in this time of delicate transition will be dealt with harshly. New policies allowing the registering of political parties will be announced shortly.. A national week of mourning for Chairman Galiani has been declared and will.... ''
General Saratoga watched the holo-cast as he stripped off his uniform for the last time and replaced it with a fresh suit. A soldier had to wear many uniforms in the service of his country... This would just be the latest.
SUMMARY: -- Chairman Galiani dies after four decades in power.
-- Fresh elections will take place within one year to choose a new President. A provisional government from the People's Congress has been established.
-- The First and Second Armies are ordered to remain within their respective barracks. The Third Army withdraws to Vorcia. The Ayar garrisoning the city are relieved.
-- Emergency Laws remain in effect until elections are held.
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Post by killer spork on Sept 3, 2015 19:11:29 GMT -6
Asteran Workers Party Rally:
'' It has been fifty years since the Glorious Revolution that threw down the aristocrats! '' Saratoga began, his eyes staring out over an assembled crowd of thousands. '' The nation of Asteron is a young one and in that time we have grown in leaps in bounds under the guidance of our Chairman. The foundation of Asteron has always been and always will be our armed forces. To the last bullet and man, our heroes defended the sacred soil of our Motherland from the Hive invasion! '' A cheer went up from those assembled, the vast majority of them connected to the military.
'' There are some agitators amongst us that claim a Second Revolution is needed. More turmoil, more bloodshed, and disorder that all these saboteurs can offer you! No, the answer for Asteron, is a redefinition of our past to change our future! The government is in need of much needed reform. The Workers must be protected but more importantly the system itself must be changed so that upward social mobility can be achieved not just by a few but by all! ''
'' We can only achieve this by working as one people, one nation, hand in hand with our defenders! The Hive and insects will return! We must be ready to defend ourselves! This can only be accomplished by one united Union of Asteron! '' The crowd roared, Saratoga smiled inwardly from the podium. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Asteran National Front Rally:
'' What has the military in fifty years done for you!? It's conscripted your sons to fight in its wars and kept the jackboot of oppression on your throat. It's silenced you with work and bread! But I say to you today the bribes end! The Revolution was stillborn at inception! It's been hijacked by the army and left the common people to die! No, today, we must give true power to the workers! Not by promising them a fantasy where the government can solve their problems but give them a dose of reality! The system must be torn down and rebuilt. Only with investment and market reforms can Asteron's workers build a new dream for themselves that is both free from government intervention and military oppression! ''
Such words normally would've been unspeakable only a few weeks ago. The man on the stage would've been dragged off to a secret prison and tried by the army. But it seemed the government minders had disappeared. Nor was this any ordinary man. Jacobus Sidow was one of the richest men in Asteron. His factories had been some of the few that had been spared government control due to backroom bribes and threats that he would take his skilled engineers with him to Wuxian. It had allowed him to fend off the army for years and now with the military reeling, the industrialist was moving to make his true feelings known. --------------------------------------------------------------- People's United Front:
'' They call our brothers in the bush terrorists and traitors. But who is the real traitor? The Red Guard have fought for our freedom and our rights. The Revolution was only truly started under President Ambrose and it won't be finished until the military is out of power! We need further unionization! The proletariat must be protected from the abuses of these new 'masters!' '' Isabella Vos roared to her supporters, many of them waving the Red Star in the crowd. -------------------------------------------------------
President Tanic, he rather liked the ring of that. Although he knew that he wouldn't get to enjoy it for long. It was interesting to see the slow motion collapse of a regime. The Army was scrambling to get 'its' man into power. But why had it lifted so many restrictions? The Peoples United Front had barely been legal, existing as a pariah. Now in the power vacuum it had appeared, alongside the Asteran National Party. It was no doubt the first two and it would be joined by others as the elections neared.
He tossed back another scotch, his face growing more and more red by the minute the more the Provisional President drank. No, the army was hedging its bets. If Saratoga did not win, it was becoming apparent to Tanic that the army intended to capitalize on any post- election instability. Chairman Gailiani had done that and lasted four decades.
It remained to be seen whether Asteran democracy would be smothered in the crib or survive.
SUMMARY: -- Competing political parties begin to take shape for the upcoming elections.
-- The Asteran Workers Party or AWP, lead by former General Lukien Saratoga, advocates for a strong national defense and market socialism to improve its performance.
-- The ANF or Asteran National Front pushes for a return to Asteron's industrialist past. It is lead by wealthy industrialist Jacobus Sidow.
-- The People's United Front or PUF, lead by Isabella Vos, argues for further radical reforms and unionization.
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Post by Admin on Sept 5, 2015 20:32:10 GMT -6
Modmark ----------------------------------------- Soldiers Never QuitWar had been hard on Asteron. The bug war had humiliated its army and shattered its industry, leaving the ruling regime weak and exposed to a hostile takeover by the RWU's charismatic union speakers. If the army was to regain control of the State and regain the fear and respect Asteron deserved they would need to rebuild their image. Simply repairing their armies would not be enough; they needed something terrifying, awe inspiring. The answer had come through the Army's Special Acquisitions Unit, responsible for reverse-engineering enemy technology, salvaging valuable materiel, and several "black option" experimental projects. While much of the Unit's budget was being squandered on trying to research the strange, biological warfare of the Hive, one unit had put its efforts to better use. Using old bureaucratic records from Antoviya's archives and a significant amount of mathematics and guesswork they were able to estimate the location of the Archduke, the Antoviyan's greatest vanity project and the largest ship ever constructed to date. The ship had disappeared decades ago, and the massive waste of resources contributed heavily to Antoviya's eventual decline. A scouting mission was sent in utter secrecy; if the RWU found out about the effort they would no doubt try to claim the ship as their own. They found it floating in empty space, light years from the nearest star. Technical analysis showed that the ship's life support had failed halfway through its decade-long journey, killing the crew but leaving the ship mostly intact. It was just one of the many dangers of pre-FTL space travel. As befitted its title, the ship was enormous and extravagant - the height of old Antoviyan shipbuilding technology. It dwarfed the small warships that had fought during the Hive War. Of course, even the greatest Antoviyan technology was often obsolete - the Archduke's engines were useless compared to more modern designs, and it had no FTL systems, but there was still much Asteron could gain. -- Union of Asteron acquires the Archduke, a derelict Antoviyan Warship. The ship provides a free Cruiser hull already constructed and paid for. The Ship's internal systems can be salvaged and sold to private and public interests for 8 Credits, or carefully removed and researched for 5 Science. Alternately, the entire ship could be sold. ------------------------------------------ Elections ApproachElections approached in Asteron. The Military had abdicated its control of the government and, for the first time in living memory, a truly free and open election was to be held. With such a swift and shocking turn of events the field was a mess - nearly twenty parties passed the two-percent threshold. Leading the pack slightly was the People's Union Front, buoyed by the RWU's role in defending Asteron and their role in forcing the military's hand. Just behind them was the Asteran National Front, backed by several major industrialists and former military contractors. The ANF had by far the most money to throw around, and the news channels were flooded with their adds. Trailed several points behind them was the Asteran Worker's Party, burnt by the military's failure to maintain its strength and prestige; it still stood, battered but strong, buoyed by traditionalists and soldiers who wanted to restore Asteron's honor. -- Elections will be held on Turn 6, transferring Asteron from a Military Rule Regime to a Democracy Regime.
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Post by killer spork on Sept 6, 2015 17:42:55 GMT -6
Vorcia Drums and the mournful wails of bagpipes filled the streets as thousands of soldiers marched in lockstep. The smack of hooves against concrete all added to the cacophony of noise as the ceremonial cavalry of the Asteran army lead the Chairman’s funeral procession. It seemed that every important political figure on Asteron was here today.
General Kruger, Kayani, and former Chief of Staff Saratoga lead a small army of officers and officials that had been intimately involved with the Chairman’s regime over the last five decades came in droves. If one was to look at the streets, they would assume the power of the army had not waned. Yet, if one listened closely, the rumblings of rebellion were present.
‘’ TYRANT! ‘’
The shout was dim, only heard in between breaks of the drum and pipe. Yet it was present. The army had closed off the East Ward but that hadn’t stopped the supporters of the PUF from gathering in droves. They were there, resplendent in their red, while the supporters of the Chairman were garbed in black. The Asteran Workers Party had organized a counter demonstration, busing in its supporters (with the tacit approval of the government).
‘’ Traitors… ‘’ General Kruger growled, staring off in the distance in the direction of the noise. -------------------------------------------------------------- Major Lanias grunted as a rock bounced off his helmet. The Major didn’t know if he had been deliberately targeted by the attacker or if he had been a casualty of missiles thrown between the sides of the PUF and AWP. Such conduct at a funeral was disgraceful! Let alone for the Chairman! A thin line of riot police was attempting to keep order but the PUF supporters were attempting to get past to the main procession.
‘’ This is an illegal demonstration! ‘’ Lanias said over a vox. A drone circulating his words to the crowds. The collective response was a mix of jeers and curses, following by more missiles.
‘’ Send them in! ‘’ Lanias barked, sending in a fresh wave of reinforcements to the flagging line.
‘’ WATERCANNONS! NOW! ‘’ The barrage was followed by tear gas canisters and military police with riot shields. The politics of the Union were going to be extremely messy over the next year. -------------------------------------------------------------- Project Colossus
Location: CLASSIFIED
The troops of the Special Acquisitions Unit tore the innards of the Archduke apart, rivaling the speed of the insects from the Hive Unity that had harvested Asteron. The massive ship was full of hundreds of troops and technicians, the sounds of cursing soldiers, the whirr of axes, and the roar of torches as piece by piece was taken to be hauled planet side. The Archduke was being reborn and every old piece of Antoviyan technology was going to be studied by Asteran scientists on the planet below.
General Kalderis stalked the halls that were illuminated by floodlights, trailed by a swarm of technicians and scientists. For years, the army had sidelined him. High Command had insisted that the insects should be given priority in research and development. Had it gotten them anywhere? No. Precious resources and credits had been squandered on dead ends when the real answer to Asteron's victory lay out in the cosmos.
'' Here. '' Commander Trask said as they approached the newly cleared hangar bay. It had been stripped of aging aircraft and was now being rebuilt. The Archduke wasn't just going to be scrapped. This relic was going to be the flagship of the Asteran Navy.
'' The new bombers are expected to be readied for deployment within the next three months. They are currently finishing up trials. We can strip out the gun decks below and create new hangars. It will be expensive. '' Trask murmured, the naval man couldn't help but be enraptured by the sight. He was witnessing the rebirth of Asteron's navy that could at last secure its territory and project the Union's power.
The last few months had been bloody and humiliating for the ruling junta. The Chairman was gone and the RWU was circling his country like sharks that smelled blood in the water. Change was needed and General Kalderis with his men had delivered it.
‘’ Continue your salvaging operations Commander. This is to remain a state secret. ‘’ Kalderis said, eyeing his men. The Special Acquisitions Unit was a special brand of soldiers that were accustomed on working on classified projects. The Colossus Project would be the biggest of them all.
SUMMARY: -- Chairman Galiani is buried.
-- Political tensions on Asteron grow. Supporters of the PUF and AWP clash on the streets.
-- The Archduke's interior is researched for 5 Science.
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Post by Admin on Sept 11, 2015 19:52:49 GMT -6
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Election Day arrived to palpable excitement. Throngs of Asterans flooded the streets in record turnout. Polling stations were overwhelmed with voters well into the night while the media followed every dip and shift with rapt abandon. Masses of demonstrators picketed, chanting slogans across barriers while lines of military police kept the peace. There was little violence, thankfully, but plenty of tense moments. All three parties had campaigned hard, and their members would continue to do so right up until the polls closed.
The People's United Front had been the most heartfelt. Isabella Vos was an eloquent and persuasive spokeswoman and her followers ardent believers in the "Big Union." She traveled across the planet, acompannied by the RWU Diplomat and spokesman Sebastiyan Kniov. Every rally they attended was packed, and their followers imitated them in their efforts to reach the masses. Nowhere was there a party with more persuasive, more passion, and more skill. Unfortunately the party's poll numbers took a hit after several members were jailed for their involvement in an arms smuggling operation.
The Asteran National Front lacked Vos's eloquence, but they made up for it with immense coffers. Suspiciously immense coffers. Several Wuxianese agents had fled the planet during the election year following an Asteran "spy-busting" operation. Between this incident, the amount of money the ANF threw around, and accounting discrepancies it was easy to draw the conclusion that foreign nationals wanted to see the ANF succeed. But no matter how stained with controversy the party was, it had the voice to drown out accusations. Its rallies were hosted in enormous stadiums, its hired bloggers and posters flooded social media, it blatantly bought out or started news companies to press its views, its advertisements filled the airwaves. In some cases the party even provided funding to the government for the establishment of extra polling stations in ANF friendly regions.
The Asteron Worker's Party did their best, but were heavily tainted by the army's failures and the government's oppressive tactics.
72 hours after the polls closed, the results were in: The Asteran National Front had won a majority in the government by exactly 1 seat, winning slightly over 50% of the vote. The PUF placed second with 47%, and the AWP barely registered above 2%.
Events happened quickly after the news broke. The ANF immediately declared victory and began appointing ministers for a new government, as well as calling on the army to maintain order and accept the results. PUF leaders screamed foul, accusing the ANF of accepting Wuxian funding and using unfair election tactics. They immediately demanded a full investigation of the accusations and launched legal challenges in court to stay the results and possibly force a recount. Riots broke out in many cities, with the police and local guard hard pressed to keep order.
Now was a tense and unstable time for Asteron. The balance of power was in jeopardy as order decayed and the future became uncertain. Would Asteron take the first steps towards becoming a new democracy, would it become a plutocracy where votes were bought and sold, or would the army seize power again in the chaos?
------------------------------------ SUMMARY Asteron becomes a Democracy Asteran National Front wins government. The ANF has connections with the Kwazan Conglomerate and Wuxian Empire and is hostile to the RWU. - Wuxian Emipre and Kwazan Conglomerate Agents have increased effectiveness in Asteron while the ANF is in power. - The ANF will never accept an RWU offer over a comparable offer from a capitalist nation. -1 Order from mass riots around Asteron -2 Order from political tension as the PUF refuses to accept the victory It is widely accepted that the ANF ran a "dirty" campaign, but no proof exists to validate allegations
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Post by killer spork on Sept 13, 2015 10:30:19 GMT -6
Vorcia Revolution Square.
For two weeks, thousands of PUF supporters had been camped here. They had been clashing frequently with party members of the ANF and the costs were beginning to mount. The weekly rallies had left dozens dead and the local authorities stunned. They lacked the manpower to push the demonstrators out of the square and their resources were maxed.
Yet something was on the cusp of happening. One by one, the media was silenced. The camera drones were forced away, signals were jammed, and a complete blackout was enforced. But who had that power?
The answer came in a dawn assault. It wasn't from the security forces or the Interior Ministry, no, this came from the army itself. An armored personnel carrier crashed through a makeshift barricade and dislodged dozens of troops. More military police came after them as tear gas shells began falling like rain.
The batons and riot shields came next, breaking bones and protestors into submission. ---------------------------------------------- '' The Asteran Military is appealing for calm in this difficult period of transition. '' Colonel Abdulya said from a podium, clearing his throat before he continued.
'' To prevent further bloodshed and protect vital institutions, at the request of President Tanic, the Army will provide security across Asteran cities and towns until the duration of this crisis is over. A night time curfew will take place across several districts.... '' Abdulya went on but the sign was clear. For the moment, the once proud Asteran army was signaling its acquiescence to the democratic process. But how long would that last?
SUMMARY -- The Asteran Army deploys troops across the planet to restore order and security at the request of President Tanic due to mass riots. Martial law is declared in the worst affected areas with night time curfews in effect.
-- Protesters are forced to disperse with the Electoral Commission expecting to announce whether or not it will pursue an investigation into alleged irregularities within the coming weeks.
-- President Elect Sidow is expected to be sworn into office within the month.
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Post by killer spork on Sept 19, 2015 11:34:04 GMT -6
Revolution Square: Vorcia
It seemed strange to Zaren Abdulya, standing here now. A few cycles ago, Revolution Square had been filled with soldiers. The thrum of tanks and crack of boots against pavement had been a reassuring thing. The armies power seemed unshakable but now what a change… There were no throngs of soldiers; instead Revolution Square was filled to bursting with ANF supporters. The army, once a visible part of society had melted back into the shadows. The transition to civilian rule was not without its share of problems. Riots had rocked much of Asteron’s cities and political dissent was boiling underneath the surface. Through all of this, Jacobus Sidow, campaigning on a promise of change from top to bottom (and with help from outside forces) had pushed hard for his election.
Now, for the first time in fifty years, Asteron had a new President. All across the planet and streamed across the galaxy, Sidow’s inauguration ceremony was being broadcasted. President Tanic and his transitional government had stepped down, ceding power to Sidow and the Asteran National Front. For the moment, the armies’ interests and Sidow’s aligned. But what about when those interests diverged?
Which General thought that he could be the next Chairman?
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‘’ Asteron is approaching a crossroads in its long history. Nearly a century ago, we tore one another part in a vicious war for planetary unification. Now political division threatens once more to harden our hearts and turn our backs on the plights of our fellow Man. This cannot come to pass. I will not let it pass. Asteron’s unity and solidarity will be kept intact, together both the right and left of our society will push to build a brighter tomorrow for our children! ‘’ The segments of Sidow’s inauguration speech blasted from loudspeakers and it seemed that the entirety of Vorcia had grinded to a halt. People clustered near bars, holo drones stalked the streets, continually broadcasting live images of Sidow.
If you were political, the PUF was staging an anti-government rally in the south. Yet without the backing of the RWU (and now that the army had cracked down on them), it seemed that there hopes of unseating the President had faded and Isabelle Vos had shifted towards building for the next election cycle. The President had promised one hundred days of reforms. A new legislative body to increase representation, new financial and regulation reforms to boost output, and a inclusive cabinet made up of members from the ANF, PUF, and AWP.
It all sounded very grand to Corporal Higar.
‘’ Why do we always get stuck with the shit duty? ‘’ She griped to no one in particular but loud enough that Sergeant Sakai gave her a dirty look.
‘’ The shit duty? What the hell are you talking about? ‘’
‘’ Yeah, look at that! ‘’ She said pointing to a floating drone that was broadcasting the President’s speech. ‘’ Look at all those fancy troops in there nice dress uniforms. We get stuck here, at a fuckin’ checkpoint, grabbing crotches and searching bags. ‘’
Sakai snorted loudly, scratching at his augmetic jaw.
‘’ You’d rather be sweating up there in a hot, scratchy, fancy dress uniform? How long do you figure those poor bastards we’re practicing on drills? A month? Two? No sir. Besides, we’re penal troops. Did you forget that? No one wants a convict standing next to the President. ‘’ The troops of the 168th Penal Regiment were providing outer security for the President’s address. While the interior had been left in large part to the civilian police, there manpower issues were already stretched to the breaking point.
Lieutenant Torgau’s platoon was manning Checkpoint Alpha and was searching and frisking hundreds of supporters that were heading to the rally in Revolution Square to support the President. Thus far, it had been tedious and boring. The Lieutenant was pretending to look busy sitting in an air conditioned armored personnel carrier. He was supposedly monitoring ‘’ communications ‘’ but Higar knew that lazy prick was probably getting drunk.
‘’ HEY YOU! ‘’ The shout snapped Higar from out of her musings.
Two members of the platoon were wrestling with a man on the ground. He was screaming and babbling incoherently. But there was nothing incoherent about what was strapped around his waist. The bastard had a belt full of explosives!
‘’ GLORY TO THE REVOLUTION AND THE PEO--- ‘’ The explosion blew the two soldiers into little bloody pieces and the next thing Higar knew was that she was flying.
She landed with a hard thud, her skull cracking against the pavement. She tried to get it up, but managed only to sit up a few inches before the world began to get very fuzzy…then faded to inky black darkness.
SUMMARY: -- Jacobus Sidow is sworn in as President of Asteron -- The Red Guard stages an attack on a military checkpoint guarding the inauguration.
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Post by killer spork on Oct 6, 2015 19:03:21 GMT -6
Children screamed in delight.
A clown juggled and blew balloons sending them skyward while a magician made various animals appear as if from thin air.
The villa of General Driessen was sprawling. It was clear that the ANF was treating the military brass well to keep their allegiance. Such extravagance would never have been indulged under Chairman Galiani. Yet it was the way things were now. Not that Sidor would complain, he had much more important matters to attend to and a General to speak with in person.
This was the reason that the feared Major of Section Three and Colonel Corwin found themselves attending a child's birthday party. It was well known that Driessen indulged his grandchildren, his granddaughter Alfreda, was no different. The seven year old bounced happily on the old man's knee while he amicably chatted with his guests. ''
Those guests included the elite of Asteron's military and political classes. While President Sidow was unlikely to make an appearance, there were plenty of faces that he recognized from the ANF. Not to mention a half dozen officers from the General Staff and Headquarters that Sidor could name offhand. Who knew how many other flunkies were roaming the grounds of the estate?
'' Smile Sidor, you'll scare the girl. '' Colonel Corwin said, attempting to inject some signs of life into his usually deadpan subordinate.
'' Yes sir. '' Sidor said dutifully, putting on his best fake grin. He hoped that it wasn't too obvious as he laid a present at the growing mound at a nearby table and made his approach to the General on the balcony where he was holding court.
To anyone else, General Driessan would've looked like nothing more than a kindly old grandfather. Yet this was the man whom had arrested thousands under Galiani's orders and forced them into labor camps. He had been the Chairman's dagger in the dark and underneath the facade was a dangerously sharp mind that was ruthless. With Saratoga's retirement, Driessen had assumed direct control the domestic and foreign intelligence security apparatus. Now half a dozen agencies reported to the '' old man ''.
'' How do you like your presents Alfreda? '' He said as she opened yet another one with a squeal of delight. The Old Man gave a kindly smile, until he noticed the two officers standing on the sideslines, waiting for an audience.
'' Go play with your friends my dear. Your grandfather has to stretch his legs. '' With a grumble of discontent, the young girl ambled off her grandfathers lap and went charging towards the nearest clown under the watchful gaze of a bodyguard.
'' Gentleman. '' He said, waving the two off as they moved to salute. '' Please follow me. '' The trio ambled into the General's home, bypassing servants and an overworked kitchen crew as Driessen headed towards his study. The Old Man assumed a position behind his desk, the door locking behind them automatically.
'' Report. '' Driessen growled, dropping the mask he had been donning for much of the day.
'' We've detected extreme activity and chatter over the past twenty four hours. Something is happening, something big. '' Corwin said, casting a glance at Sidor.
The Major himself had become enamored with the ornate study. He wondered how many sound dampeners and electronic scramblers were here to prevent eavedropping? How often was this room swept for bugs?
'' Sidor. '' Corwin barked, snapping the Major from his daydreaming.
'' Our agents are in place, we merely require the word General. '' Sidor said as Driessan poured himself a heavy glass of brandy.
'' Indeed. It's a dangerous thing we're doing and bound to aggravate tension. '' Driessan wondered aloud, his observation rhetorical in a way as he stared out the window.
Corwin gave his two cents anyway. '' Sir, we need to teach them a lesson. If we don't, the consequences could be grave... ''
Driessan took a long drink, cleared his throat, and slammed the glass back on the table.
'' The operation is a go. Get your men moving.''
SUMMARY: -- The Asteran intelligence services launch a dangerous operation.
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Post by Admin on Oct 6, 2015 19:26:34 GMT -6
Modmark "DOWN! Get on the Ground! ON THE GROUND!" The Asteron Federal Police stormed the apartment with vicious precision, battering down both doors and sweeping the building with assault weapons at the ready. Bewildered individuals dropped to the ground in terror and were quickly cuffed, while others raised their hands, unsure what to do. One fool panicked and tried to flee, but was swiftly tackled by two more officers. In less than a minute the entire building had been secured. "All suspects accounted for sir." "Good." Sergeant Alesky said, lowering his assault rifle. He could recognize several of the prisoner's faces, still wide eyed with shock - they were all senior bureaucrats for the Union in Torgau, rarely seen on television but omnipresent in the bureaucracy. They had no idea that they had been watched for months while the Federal Police collected intelligence on them. "Tape off the building and confiscate any computers or records - anything that might be evidence." "Yes sir." ----- All across Asteron the scene was repeated. Dozens of union officers and personal apartments were stormed within hours of each other, while at the same time bank accounts and investments were seized or frozen. A government press conference swiftly followed, announcing that they had broken up a money-laundering ring that had been embezzling from and defrauding Asteron-branch unions for the better part of a year. They had delayed the strikes until they had gathered sufficient evidence to prosecute those involved, and now had a litany of eye witnesses, money transfers and bank accounts to present for public scrutiny. The amount of money stolen was staggering. Of course, with a large portion of their funds frozen, their leadership imprisoned, and a good portion of their members furious at the thought of being defrauded the Syndicalist unions on Asteron were effectively neutralized. They may have existed in name, but now lacked the resources or coordination to keep their members organized. The PUF could not easily find fault in the evidence the press had released, but nonetheless objected strenuously about being left out of the initial investigation by the administration and demanded a "full review" of the evidence before any trial went forward. ------ SUMMARY Asteron gains 7 Credits in confiscated funds from the Investigation Asteron sectors are now union free Evidence for the accusations seems to hold up, but the timing and individuals involved is suspiciously convenient for the government.
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Post by killer spork on Oct 13, 2015 13:43:00 GMT -6
BREAKING NEWS!MAJOR ECONOMIC SUMMIT BEGINS! '' President Sidow arrived in the Kwazan Conglomerate today, marking his first foreign trip outside Asteron to attend a regional trading summit. The President is expected to push his ambitious proposal for a trade pact forward between Asteron, Kwazan, and Daalaria along with other regional economies. If a treaty is passed, it is expected to more than double the size of the Asteran economy. '' The holo cam, a floating drone, panned to the President arriving via shuttle where he was greeted by a Kwazan Honor Guard. The Asteran delegation was composed of the President alongside several leading military and government officials.
In his opening remarks to a mixed crowd of Asteran and Kwazan journalists, President Sidow stressed that '' trade is the lifeblood of any strong economy, Asteron and the Conglomerate share many of the same ideals. I look forward to building a cooperative, profitable, and friendly relationship with our neighbors. '' The camera zipped away, this time to a group of PUF Congressman standing outside the People's Hall alongside party minority leader Isabelle Vos.
'' The opposition People's United Front has slammed the President's visit with Isabelle Vos going on record as saying that Sidow's trip was a '' endorsement of the Conglomerates systematic human rights abuses against its colonists on Tusi. If the President won't stand with the workers of Tusi as they fight for greater rights and freedoms, then what does that say about his views towards Asteron's own working masses? Profit over all? '' The anchorwoman shifted slightly, clearing her throat before continuing.
'' The Presidential spokesman was quick to reject such accusations as '' outrageous '' and stressed that the protests on Tusi were part of the '' Kwazan's own domestic affairs that Asteron had no business getting involved in. ''
'' Vos is expected to stand once more for President during the upcoming elections. However, in recent polls, the PUF has been trending downward in light of a recent money laundering scandal that has put the PUF on the backfoot in attempting to distance itself from former union bosses. ''
'' The PUF is expected to put up a major fight against ratifying any trade treaty, but lacking a majority in both houses to defeat the measure, it is widely expected to pass by political analysts and pundits. Meanwhile, construction on an orbital port to accommodate new trade traffic is expected to begin this ye----'''
SUMMARY: -- President Sidow travels to the Kwazan Conglomerate for a regional economic summit.
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