The Principality of Tiarna's Advanced Transmitter leaves a slight static when it intercepts/listens to broadcasts randomly, This can be heard in the transmission between the users of it.
The Department of Defense looks into adding a navy to the Tiarna Army. Key Ivanov digs into his battle-plans for the Missile Destroyer. Its to be slightly modified for this world and to be seen if it can be built with the resources at hand.
Speaking about resources, quarries are set up. Giant cranes that dig massive holes into the ground. the head digs everything and sorts resources.
One of the cranes digs up something strange. It pierces through the wall of some sort of tunnel, easily wide enough for a person to stand up, perhaps even wider than that.
The HQ was almost completing its progress of construction, but rather an odd looking for even considering as a HQ. It was a mainframe A.I. base for E.R.I.C to process and to store its information, acting as a main base of all Alfieq's Army, and also acting as a central control hub for controlling automation machines for doing all of the boring logistic operations, like a material productions for example.
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Sarvius brings up the throne's reality-travelling-capability console up. Perhaps there's more use to this than just moving the castle across dimensions, he thinks to himself. He starts fooling around with the controls and eventually ends up sending a ping to the entire planet's networking systems.
Sarvius brings up the throne's reality-travelling-capability console up. Perhaps there's more use to this than just moving the castle across dimensions, he thinks to himself. He starts fooling around with the controls and eventually ends up sending a ping to the entire planet's networking systems.
The recon team has detected an unknown frequency, and thus decided to investigate its location.
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Sarvius hops on the throne's console and types a message.
"My name is Darf. The ping was sent intentionally to all nations with networking capabilities. I am announcing our new jaw-dropping trade offers and would like to extend it to anyone who has been pinged. That is all."
A small spaceship is sent out, in the back of it are 100 oil barrels and 200 pounds of gold, it lands in Ordelia Territory.
The area where the ship lands is an airfield surrounded by large factories and various defensive systems. A large plane takes off shortly after the ship lands, followed by a few jets.
The area where the ship lands is an airfield surrounded by large factories and various defensive systems. A large plane takes off shortly after the ship lands, followed by a few jets.
The source of the voice is sitting on a small, rocky outcropping, head bowed, a shroud of fog curling around their shoulders. They seem to be rapping something metallic against the stones, adding a percussive sound to their music. Something isn't quite right about the shape of their head, but without a closer view, it's impossible to tell what it is.
Sarvius hops on the throne's console and types a message.
"My name is Darf. The ping was sent intentionally to all nations with networking capabilities. I am announcing our new jaw-dropping trade offers and would like to extend it to anyone who has been pinged. That is all."
The recon team aren't going to have their own verdicts about the trading agreement with an unknown faction, but they'll noted about those kind of opportunities later as Alfieq's Army were sooner to developed their own places that handle foreign exchanges.
The source of the voice is sitting on a small, rocky outcropping, head bowed, a shroud of fog curling around their shoulders. They seem to be rapping something metallic against the stones, adding a percussive sound to their music. Something isn't quite right about the shape of their head, but without a closer view, it's impossible to tell what it is.
The person snaps a few photos of the large plane and jets with his camera. He walks around looking for anyone to talk to. He is wearing clothes similar to this:
A fewotherplanes can be seen on the Airfield. A helicopter lands near the person and out steps a woman in a suit.
"Are you here to purchase weaponry?"
A fewotherplanes can be seen on the Airfield. A helicopter lands near the person and out steps a woman in a suit.
"Are you here to purchase weaponry?"
The figure, whoever it is, abruptly stops singing as the helicopter flies within earshot. They stand up with practiced grace, turning their head to stare at the helicopter with eyes that shine violet through the fog. Something still doesn't seem quite right about them; perhaps it's the faint shapes along the sides of their head, or the way their colors aren't quite right, or the shape of their clothes, or a thousand other tiny details.
The dimensional portal has occurred vigorously and spewing out Alfieq's Army soldiers again, just like any other unfortunate event on any reasonable RP about faction-building. But this time, somewhere around Edirian Pinnacle's territories at the eastern border, the E.R.I.C's initiative forces are probably the only one that are existed on this Blue Marble planet, and because of that said reason, the A.I robot named E.R.I.C, has attempting to get itself as a replacement for Commander alfieq's position, was currently unopposed by the position as a new high command of the Alfieq's Army.
With no other human officers are dared to challenge the A.I's sentience of taking control of an entire army, giving that nobody aren't truly entitled as sub-commanders of the army unlike Officer #1, E.R.I.C was basically already fully in control of Alfieq's Army without any drastic problems, and thus, now reformed as the new military faction called the 'E.R.I.C's Continental Army'.
The Eridian Pinnacle has heard of alfieq's army before, and starts putting up defenses against these guys.
Meanwhile, the Soviet troops and the elephantine alien are wandering closer to Ordelia...
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The figure, whoever it is, abruptly stops singing as the helicopter flies within earshot. They stand up with practiced grace, turning their head to stare at the helicopter with eyes that shine violet through the fog. Something still doesn't seem quite right about them; perhaps it's the faint shapes along the sides of their head, or the way their colors aren't quite right, or the shape of their clothes, or a thousand other tiny details.
The Helicopter hovers above the ground near the figure
One of the cranes digs up something strange. It pierces through the wall of some sort of tunnel, easily wide enough for a person to stand up, perhaps even wider than that.
The HQ was almost completing its progress of construction, but rather an odd looking for even considering as a HQ. It was a mainframe A.I. base for E.R.I.C to process and to store its information, acting as a main base of all Alfieq's Army, and also acting as a central control hub for controlling automation machines for doing all of the boring logistic operations, like a material productions for example.
Sarvius brings up the throne's reality-travelling-capability console up. Perhaps there's more use to this than just moving the castle across dimensions, he thinks to himself. He starts fooling around with the controls and eventually ends up sending a ping to the entire planet's networking systems.
The recon team has detected an unknown frequency, and thus decided to investigate its location.
"What a pain. I think I've attracted unwanted attention."
Sarvius looks out the window.
In other time, the recon team has somehow discovers a castle somewhere around Eridian Pinnacle's territories and beginning to take photos out of it.
Sarvius hops on the throne's console and types a message.
"My name is Darf. The ping was sent intentionally to all nations with networking capabilities. I am announcing our new jaw-dropping trade offers and would like to extend it to anyone who has been pinged. That is all."
"Come back another time," Sarvius types. "We are still preparing materials for pricing and shipping."
"All kinds. Tanks, ships, planes, helicopters, IFVs, APCs, defensive structures, small arms, heavy weapons, munitions."
"It depends on what you pay with and which vehicles you buy. We have lots of different types."
"We'd prefer the gold and oil. Go ahead and send someone."
Meanwhile, one of the other ships is sailing around the southern coast of the lower island.
A voice streams from somewhere nearby, loud enough to trip the ship's sensors.
The area where the ship lands is an airfield surrounded by large factories and various defensive systems. A large plane takes off shortly after the ship lands, followed by a few jets.
A few small scout Helicopters are sent out to try and locate the voice's source.
The source of the voice is sitting on a small, rocky outcropping, head bowed, a shroud of fog curling around their shoulders. They seem to be rapping something metallic against the stones, adding a percussive sound to their music. Something isn't quite right about the shape of their head, but without a closer view, it's impossible to tell what it is.
The recon team aren't going to have their own verdicts about the trading agreement with an unknown faction, but they'll noted about those kind of opportunities later as Alfieq's Army were sooner to developed their own places that handle foreign exchanges.
One of the Helicopters tries to get closer.
A few other planes can be seen on the Airfield. A helicopter lands near the person and out steps a woman in a suit.
"Are you here to purchase weaponry?"
"I see. Very well, please get in the helicopter and we'll fly to the testing facility to show you some things you might be interested in."
The figure, whoever it is, abruptly stops singing as the helicopter flies within earshot. They stand up with practiced grace, turning their head to stare at the helicopter with eyes that shine violet through the fog. Something still doesn't seem quite right about them; perhaps it's the faint shapes along the sides of their head, or the way their colors aren't quite right, or the shape of their clothes, or a thousand other tiny details.
"Well then. Good doing business with you."
The Eridian Pinnacle has heard of alfieq's army before, and starts putting up defenses against these guys.
Meanwhile, the Soviet troops and the elephantine alien are wandering closer to Ordelia...
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My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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The Helicopter hovers above the ground near the figure
The helicopter takes off and flies away. After a while, it lands on a large open field with various defensive structures all over the field.