Zakian Application

[Zakia]

OOC: Hello, I am interested in this alliance because I have a few friends in it, I also noticed that you have a high demand for quality RP an while I may not be a prodigy with roleplay, I think I am passable, I'd be very glad to part of an alliance that values RP rather than "UBER FLEETZ" and the like, anyway, I hope I am considered for this alliance.

Also, don't be put off by the December 2004 start date, I started Nationstates over a year ago, November 2003 with the nation of Kriegorgrad, if you take a quick scan through the forums, I am sure you'll find some posts by me and you'll see I'm rather active.

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Semi-IC: Zakia would is keen to express it's intent to join the ESUS, we have heard many great things of this excellent alliance and would hope to cement our diplomatic standings at that of amiability.

Yours,

Chairman Alexi Dugalle of Zakia

[Five Civilized Nations]

I.E. ME!

Scenario #1: A premier military officer has defied direct orders to cease fire against a pirate ship. His bloodlust resulted in the deaths of six kidnapped children on board, including one four year old girl, Nadia. Her remaining family have called for the execution or imprisonment of the officer. You must roleplay the judicial proceedings, and come to a verdict. The verdict will not affect your score. Make sure to fully describe the reasons why the officer did not cease fire. One post should be sufficient.

[Zakia]

OOC: Bollocks, the worst kind of RP I could think of...I'll give it a shot but don't expect my best.

By the way, the Zakian judicial system is rather different to the one we have in the western world of planet Earth.

And yes, you are one of the friends, the others are Mekanta and CF.

And for the purposes of image, I'll have pictures for each character.

Fleet Commander Murgan Kerrigan:



Guards:



Sorry, I couldn't find an image for the judge so just imagine an overweight man with a balding head, he is about 60 years old and is usually rather dispassionate but has been roused today because of a 4 year old girl dying.

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IC: The harsh, sterile, metallic look of the court room was a far cry from the traditional wooden panelling that was the predominant theme for the 21st century courtrooms of Zakia which was now in it's 23rd century, fluorescent lighting proffered little comfort to those in the silent court room, a slight shade of blue tinged the light, amplifying the sterile feel to an almost unbearable level.

Fleet Commander Murgan Kerrigan held his head high while the judge questioned him for his crimes.

"Fleet Commander Murgan Kerrigan, you have committed the following crimes against the Dominion of Zakia, the crimes are as follows.

Murder in the first degree.

Disobeying a direct order.

What do you have to say for yourself?"

The aging judge asked, his voice laced with fatigue that spoke of a permanently monotonous tone.

"I was doing what I believed was right, I didn't know if the information that High Command was feeding was authentic, the pirates could have been bluffing and how was I to know that they weren't?"

Murgan Kerrigan replied, his voice was booming and echoed through the chamber, his manner of speaking also told the observer that Kerrigan believed he had done the right thing.

"You disobeyed the High Command though, do you deny this"

"I do not deny anything but I what I did because I thought it was right, I was under the impression that the pirates were using the idea of children as hostages as a mere bluff."

"Do you still think what you did was right? You murdered six innocent children, one of those children was only FOUR years old! Good god man, I couldn't live with myself if I did anything like that...how can you?"

The judge was speaking with more zeal now, concern and care began to creep into his usually unchanging voice.

"Well, I don't...I...."

The former confidence of Murgan Kerrigan had vanished in a heartbeat, he held his head in shame and began to stare at the plain, steel table at which he was sat.

"I hereby condemn you, Fleet Commander Murgan Kerrigan, to 10 years in Zakia Prime military correctional facility, I also, hereby strip you of your rank and title."

Murgan said nothing, he'd expected the death penalty, he looked up at the judge, his face a mask of thunder and asked simply.

"Why?"

"I don't think anyone can live with this kind of burden and I think it is far greater punishment to give you ten years in a 6x6 foot cell to think about what you've done.

Guards, take him away."

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OOC: I know this was god-awful but you picked the worst topic I could imagine.

[Five Civilized Nations]

Scenario #2: One of your vessels on a routine shakedown cruise is attacked by marauding pirates employing stolen Five Civilized Nations technology, including devastating mobile suits and mobile armors, as well as powerful cannons. Attempt to defend yourself.

[Guest]

OOC: This more like it! Thanks!

Ships can be found here.

By the way, sorry about the end, I was sleep deprived and it was the best I could do.

IC: Commander Briar Zangard reclined in his chair, aboard the Crimson Hammer, a Harbinger class frigate, he reclined in the leather chair, the deep recesses of the dark black hide, gleaming with polish was like a mirror, reflecting the dark, inky ocean of darkness, the ocean of darkness in which stars died, planets burned and systems were destroyed in cataclysmic supernovas. The usual.

Briar Zangard's hands felt warm in the caress of his shining leather gloves, the dark black dress that commanders wore, the silver buttons went up in a single file to the low collar, showing a pale slab of neck, go a little higher and you'd see his two dark, brown eyes, nigh black really, a small nose, a standard mouth, broad cheekbones framed by two, small ears, Briar Zangard looked intimidating and his eyes shone with a cruel intelligence.

Perfect Zakian officer material.

Unbeknownst to the small fleet of Zakian warship, they were being shadowed by a pirate group - equipped with state-of-the-art 5CN technology, including one of the most potent pieces of weaponry in the 5CN arsenal: the Mobile Suit.

It was approaching the end of Zangard's shift, after which, his adjutant, a colonel, yet it seemed that the fates had chosen Zangard to fight rather than sleep, the captain's body beginning to shut down, thinking that the time for sleep was near.

Minutes later, with only 3 minutes left on Zangard's shift, it happened.

"Sir! Something on mid-range scanners...I'm showing a 5CN starship, a err...Phoenix class battle ship."

"Did high command send us these to help us, or aid us in someway?"

"I don't know sir but-"

The man operating scanners was halfway through his sentence, the ship rocked and groaned as a beam slammed into the side, the Crimson Hammer recoiled as the Hyper Mega Particle Beam Cannon's cruel payload smashed into the ship, melting through 1.4 layers of armour, leaving only 1 metre left - that one metre was quickly burning away.

Engineers and crewmen screamed and panicked, many turned and went straight for the emergency doors, some tried to use emergency coolant to cool down the overheated metal, what course of action they chose, they were doomed anyway.

Within seconds, the last metre of titanium gave way, the final barrier between life and death was shattered and the dark tendrils of the void swept through deck eleven, claiming those unfortunate souls who weren't behind the blast doors and dragging them to their doom in the deep abyss in the ocean of darkness.

Zangard leapt from his chair and bellowed.

"REPORT!"

"Deck eleven has been breached, casualty report remains unknown, current estimate is a 30% loss of human life on deck eleven."

"Good god...get the guns powered up! Shoot back!"

"What about the EnPro gun sir?"

"No time, the EnPro gun is for long distance battles of our choosing, not surprise assaults from marauders disguising themselves as the 5CN navy."

"Yessir!"

"And scramble the Barracuda interceptors!"

"Yessir!"

Within seconds, twenty four Barracuda interceptors were shot out of the launch tubes and sent hurtling towards the Kazansky Class Cruiser of the marauding party. Another voice called out and Briar Zangard threw his head over his shoulder.

"What?!"

"We may have a problem, apparently, they have something called a Mobile..."

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"This is squadron leader Milky, okay people, stick in arrowhead formation and we'll be fine, I haven't heard anything special about 5CN interceptors."

"Sure thing Milky, should be a walk in the park - wait...what the F@$K is that!"

"Holy S*%T, that’s a damn mech! People, staggered, STAGGERED!"

The large squadron had little time to reply before a barracuda disappeared in a bright yellow beam, a black silhouette could be seen just as the interceptor - and the man inside it - we ripped apart, atom from atom.

"Dear god! People! FIRE AT WILL!"

The Barracudas swarmed around the larger mecha like flies to a corpse, distributing their biting payloads of blue plasma, scorching armour, two more aircraft went down to the accursed beam cannon however, a two second scream could be heard before the fires of heaven consumed them.

After a few minutes of harassment and more losses, the fourteen remaining Barracudas were cheering until they noticed something quaint, the ship wasn't defending itself...slowly and with more than a hint of foreboding, small bays began to unfurl, disgorging more and more of the mecha until there we no less than ten of the constructs of steel and evil.

"Good god...open fire!"

The Barracudas we weaving and dodging but slowly but surely, the Zakian craft were whittled away until only Milky remained. The experienced pilot dodged and weaved until he made a wrong turn, he was sat facing the barrel of a beam rifle.

A tiny, yellow beam shot out from the dark tube, it was tiny, no more than an inch in diameter and it went straight through the Barracuda's cockpit - into Milky's shoulder, he screamed and writhed within the tight confines of the harness as the beam expanded until it consumed the craft and by way of the fires of heaven, Milky was delivered to the great gates...

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Commander Briar Zangard was aghast, his entire squadron...destroyed in five minutes.

"Get the guns online! Get them online!"

Commander Zangard's barked orders were in vain, however, because, seconds later, the Kazanky Class Cruiser's NovaBurst Cannon sent a beam straight through 1.5 titanium of the hull - and straight into the vulnerable EnPro plasma reactor, the reactor went from a tranquil blue to a hellish red within seconds, before exploding in a cataclysmic climax of destruction.

The whole ship was consumed in a great blue fire, debris was sent rocketing in all directions, entire sections of the ship clung to survival however, when they were flung off, you could see the bodies being dragged out by the cold hands of death that came whenever one wasn't protected from the sinister void of space.

The pirate ships moved on, deeming the Zakian craft useless due to it's inferior technology.

One final burst transmission was sent to Zakian high command before the ship was destroyed, it contained images of Zakian interceptors being destroyed by 5CN equipment, unfortunately, the Crimson Hammer and her crew didn't have the time to send a message describing how the 5CN equipment wasn't 5CN controlled.

War loomed on the horizon.

[Five Civilized Nations]

Scenario #3: As your nation begins to expand into space and interacting with other space nations/empires/kingdoms, you find that a good number of your people are xenophobic about contact with other nations. When a group of intergalactic traders arrives at one of your spaceports, they are attacked by a mob of these xenophobic people. RP as a group of security personnel that either tries to stop the mobs through force or diplomatic means, or works with the mobs to expel the traders.

[Guest]

OOC: Hmm, could be fun, thanks for this.

IC:It all started very innocently, a group of traders from another nation bringing the fruits of their culture to Zakia and the Zakians waiting with open arms. Sadly, things weren't meant to be peaceful on that day, minutes after the traders had gotten off their shuttle at the space port that the "friendly Zakians" attacked, three of the traders were badly beaten and it was only thanks to security and the riot squads' quick reactions that the traders had survived. Security teams were having a hard time keeping the xenophobic Zakians from killing the foreign traders but thankfully, the riot squad arrived, shields and all, after another few minutes of frantic struggle, a shield wall was formed, rendering the traders safe and the xenophobic Zakians enraged.

Master Sergeant Gunther Unga scanned the crowd, he looked to the Communcations expert, fiddling with some dials on the military radio, trying to get permission for a course of action Gunter was keen in following. Gunter looked upon them with disdain, he saw only the lower classes present. Gunther nearly spat in disgust, he loathed the lower classes and their ignorance, they seemed to fear everything that wasn't familiar to them, a good deal of the lower classes had protested when the MK III Plasma ICBM had been completed, they kept nattering on about "Plasma being tyranny" despite the useful resource giving Zakia a huge economic boost, thus improving the life styles of the lower classes but they were too thick to even understand that.

Master Sergeant Gunther looked on with ill hidden hatred as the classes tried to charge in the wall of riot shields, another row of soldiers were behind the first line, the second line , the meat wall was holding for now but Gunter wasn't sure how long it would stay that way, he cast a sympathetic eye to the traders clumped together behind him, they had only come to sell quality goods to the people of Zakia and this was the welcome they got? It made Gunter’s blood boil.

"Sir! They are breaking through!" A voice cried out from the shield wall.

"Damnit, give me a second, just hold on a bit longer." Gunter called back.

The Master Sergeant thought for a second before raising the loud speaker to his mouth.

"What do you want?" Gunter asked the angry crowd, a few other replies could be heard but there was one predominant message that the mob wanted the riot squad to hear.

"We want their heads on a platter!"

Gunter sighed, he expected no less of the lower classes but it always disappointed him to see that they never learned anything. Gunter thought about lowering the loud speaker and giving his squad the signal but he thought better of it.

"You have thirty seconds to disperse or you will be fired upon" Gunter lied, he hadn't got his permission yet so he was still on the leash, he turned and gave the communications officer a questioning look and all Gunter got in return was a shrug.

"He's bluffing! Ignore him, keep pushing, we'll get through the shields sooner or later and we'll teach those damn aliens to sell their poison in our lands!"

Gunter sighed and slapped his hand to his forehead with a muted curse, he once more considered giving the signal and once again thought better of it, should he do something without high command's consent, he could say goodbye to any future in the marines or even the hope of a lowly promotion.

Gunter's pale head gleamed in the harsh, clean lighting that was offered by the buzzing fluorescent lights, the lobby was quickly going to descend into hell if something wasn't done, thats when it happened.

Gunter threw his gaze in the communications expert's direction one more time and was greeted by a thumbs up, lingo for "confirmed" in the Zakian military and judicial guard, Gunter's face lit up like Christmas tree, high command had just let one it's pitbulls off it's leash.

"See! It's been at least thirty seconds and not ONE gunshot has gone off..."

Gunter threw his hand up into the air and bellowed, the riot squad instantly understood, Gunter heard a yell from within the shield wall.

"Get down!"

The shield wall fell to the floor like a wave had just crashed them to the ground, shields were discarded and the mob surged forward, cheering and confident while they stampeded over the riot shielders only to be greeted with a wall of assault rifles.

Gunter felt satisfaction well up within him and he barked with a grin.

"FIRE!"

Suddenly, the second row's assault rifles opened fire, throwing stark shadows into the crevices of the room. The mob screamed and tried to turn but it was to no avail, those at the back kept trying to get forward while those at the front tried to get backwards, flesh was punctured and bone was shattered as high calibre bullets ripped through the unarmed crowd, leaving jets of dark red spraying in their wake: it was nothing short of a massacre.

Master Sergeant Gunter Unga surveyed the scene, death, carnage and blood one would expect to find in the bible - packed into large room. The groans of those not yet dead wafted through the macabre setting, while the squad members of the second row helped those who were trampled in the first row, hardly paying any attention to the sickening amount of dead human flesh that was displayed before them, after seeing to that the trader's would receive an escort, the riot squad made ready to leave, checking equipment and retrieving shields, the healthy seeing that the trampled ones were okay, after the squad was done with it's final checks, the large riot squad picked it's way across the sea of corpses to the exit.

By the time the large squad had reached the main door, not one of the squadmen had shoes not covered in dark, shining crimson blood of those that they had murdered.

It doesn't pay to let a pitbull of it's leash.

[Guest]

OOC: After a quick read through, I have noticed a few errors, things like missing words and grammar errors like "the trader's" rather than "the traders," this isn't a fault of my ability, more a fault of my laziness!

[Five Civilized Nations]

Scenario #1: 89
Scenario #2: 93
Scenario #3: 95
Average: ~93

Welcome to the ESUS. I'll go ahead and approve your application...

[Zakiaa]

Thanks for this 5CN, by, I registered. It feels good to be part of the best alliance in space!