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The Great Space Race (Sponsored by Pepsi™) |OPEN|; Originally by: ThinkLeslie
Topic Started: Sep 2 2017, 04:03 AM (70 Views)
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ThinkLeslie post_id=2246 time=1470280346 user_id=147
 

Prime Minister Nicomachus clenches his glass of bacardi with an iron grip as he tries to remain collected. The telescreen, set to channel 5-Wolf News, parades denigrating slander in bold white letters over the most recent highlights of the 24-hour political cycle. When he was first inaugurated, hopes were high that he was going to be the compassionate successor to the nation's founder, Aurelius the Great. Four months in, he lets the millions of adoring supporters he has be drowned out by the disparaging minority. He exudes a low sigh and starts flipping through the channels in hopes to unwind. Through flashes of reality TV shows and miscellaneous sitcoms, something catches his eye.

He stops on a channel showing a dark grey landscape scattered with rocks; the words "Planet Trek: Season Premiere" are plastered in small text at the top of the screen. Suddenly, a strange vehicle resembling a go-kart speeds into the camera's view. It races around the rocky terrain against the starry black sky until it comes to a stop in front of a small dirt pile. The man in the kart steps out and takes a peculiar item off his belt resembling a baton; he stabs it into the mound, and, with the click of a button, it expands to create a flag pole, almost taller than him, proudly sporting the Novumian flag. In an instant, it all clicks. Nicomachus mutters in exclamation, "the moon..". He now knew how he was going to win over the admiration of his country just as Aurelius did before him. He would be the first leader to ever put man on the moon.

OOC: This is my first ever NS RP; Anyone is welcome to join in, and my only rules are that you have fun and try to be as creative as you can. I apologize in advance if I commit any RP sins.


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Tieopia post_id=2261 time=1470445382 user_id=98
 

Bartholomew Fancypants had been sitting in his study for hours working on the issues of his country when a knock came from the door, it was his wife Vivienne she said "that a recent petition passed, about Tieopia joining a space race that was recently started, by the nation called Dives Novum. As the vote ended up being 86% for and 14% against, Bartholomew decided to send a notice reading, "My people would like my nation to join in on this and to have a friendly competition. They think it would be interesting to see how far we will be able to get."

After the Message was sent Bartholomew decided to go and check with the National Tieopian Space Association (NTSA) to see what the nation had on hand and start work on the shuttle, then start getting people to make blueprints for a launch platform.
He had always followed the quote he was once told "to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is to be left behind" which is the reason why he would start building on the day of Joining in on the space race. He kept this quote up as a memo to all of his workers.

ooc: sorry if my writing is bad


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"The Diplomats of HGH" post_id=2262 time=1470452920 user_id=59
 

Armin Metrac's evening had been going smoothly as he had tried his best to relax in his private lounge. As the president of a nation such as Helghan, there was never a time when he could have said that he had been genuinely relaxed. But with that day's such light workload, he could say that he'd gotten awfully close to it. On an impulse, he decided to stand up from his plush leather sofa to enjoy his favorite view from the Palace. As he parted the rather thick curtains, he was able to see the picturesque and lush garden behind the Presidential Palace. This was the sort of view that Metrac would never get tired off. It had looked stunning and could have easily been plucked from one of those prized paintings from centuries ago. In fact, it was a running joke in the international community that the Helghast had protected the pristine nature of the President's residence far more than the individual safety of the citizen's themselves. That of course, was untrue. The Metrac Administration was far too sensible to do something that idiotic.

After soaking in the various colors in the Garden, he returned the curtains to their previous position and decided to head out to the dining hall where dinner was to be served shortly. As Joseph head for the door, someone began to knock abruptly. It had startled and disappointed him. He was startled by the fact he wasn't expecting anyone, and someone had been knocking on his door. Then it had set in that the knock on the door could mean that he'd need to attend to additional work; a task that he would have been very irritated by.

"Come in Abigail," he said.

A young woman with blond hair and brown eyes stepped in. This was Abigail Onil, The President's special assistant. Joseph knew something was wrong the moment he saw his assistant. She looked rather anxious about something, and she couldn't look Joseph straight in the eye for more than a few seconds at a time. She was usually very self-confident. Her hands trembled slightly, and when she spoke, she spoke slowly, as if she was admitting something she did wrong.

"Prime Minister Nicomachus." she began." He-He's starting a space program. He wants to get on the moon."

Armin began to chuckle.

"The fool that couldn't even get his own country to back him, wants to start a space race?" His chuckle began to turn into a laugh. "Look, whatever he's up to, it isn't gonna work. He couldn't even hire enough people to help him do the job because of his disapproval ratings. Now if you'll excuse me, Abigail, my family is probably waiting for me in the dining hall. You know how much Sylvia hates it when I don't eat dinner with the family."

Armin began to move past his assistant when he heard her mutter something nervously.

"But his approval ratings have shot up, and the people are adoring him for this move." She was speaking quicker this time. "His Parliament is calling him a fine president and glorifying him for having "great initiative"!" She added.

Armin's gleeful attitude had formed into a mixture of pure shock. The fact that the Leile's would suddenly love such a repugnant man is ridiculous. Nicomachus had been a pain to the Helghast when it came to arranging any sort of deal. Trading was a nightmare as they constantly claimed that they were always getting the wrong side of the bargain, and trying to reach reasonable diplomatic agreements or deals with these people was close to impossible.

The President stopped in his tracks to turn around to Abigail. " I've had enough with these people. We're going to challenge these people and crush their puny little space project." He paused. "We're" going to be the first on the moon."

"But sir, with all due respect, our budget wouldn't allow us to pour in many funds." Abigail squeaked.

There was a flicker of a grin as Metrac responded .

"There's something called the private sector Abby. They can work miracles when it comes to our budget. All they need is.. a little incentive. That'll do it."

With that, Armin made his way to the dining hall.

OOC: I'm not trying to insult anyone here, just forming my character :P if you find any grammar mistakes, please notify me so that I can change it. Thanks :).


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CaptainPuffin post_id=2264 time=1470460172 user_id=68
 

Royal Palace, South Port, Puffin Islands

King Hunter was enjoying his favorite activity, racing. He was racing on his private track, with his heavily modified Corvette, when he got a call from his secratary, Regina Anderson. "What's up? Did my Countach arrive?" "No sir, but I do have some news you might want to come see." "Fine, I'll be there in a few minutes." He quickly drove over to the Parliament Building, with his usual police escort.

When he arrived at the pristine white and maroon building, he could see the reporters everywhere. "Goodness, it's like they know what I am doing before I do."When he walked up the steps, he was swarmed by reporters, saying something about a "space race" and "Helghan." "Ugh, what did he do this time," he thought to himself. He got to the Assembly Room, and to his surprise, every member of Parliament was there, as well as his entire cabinet. He took his seat and looked towards the the podium, were Madame Alexandria Thompson, Head of the Puffin Islands Space Exploration Program, had taken the podium.

"As most of us know, Dives Novum has declared a space race the the moon. One of our main trade partners, Tieopia and the Helghan Empire, one of our oldest allies, have both entered. The goal, to land on the moon. As you all know, we already have a quite powerful space program with multiple satellites, and the Puffin Islands Orbiting Research Center, so getting to the Moon should be a piece of cake. I suggest my sister, Madame Zoe Thompson, to put this bill to the top of priority, and to hasten the deliberation. This could be our opportunity to show our power. This could be the first step to leaving the planet, the solar system, even the galaxy! So lets put this at the top of the priority. Thank you for you time."

You got to give it to her, she is good at speeches. He walked out of the Parliament Building, and was swarmed by his secret service and the press. They were asking questions like "How will this effect our international affairs?" and "Do you see this as a threat?" Right now, he just wanted to go home and relax.

When he got home, he just walked into the Royal Gardens and just sat down and relaxed. He was having a tough day, and today was his daughter's birthday. He hasn't seen her since 2013. She would be turning four today, but when his wife left him, she took his daughter with her. He knew he needed to focus on the space race, but he couldn't not today. He just walked down to the wine cellar, grabbed a bottle, and just went onto his bedroom balcony.

He just stared out into the sea, sipping from the glass. But one thing in the sky he just couldn't stop looking at was the Moon. "Puffin Islanders on the Moon. That would actually be pretty neat, but costly," he said to himself. It would cost quite a bit. And with the economy still fragile from the Civil War, and he was worried that it might shatter the economy, but, as the Madame said, It would show our power. "I just need to sleep. I'll have a clearer head in the morning."So the King went to bed, turned on his TV, and watched Impractical Jokers until he fell asleep, hoping he would know what to do in the morning.

(OOC: I like this RP. It apeals to the nerd in me.)


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MomoCarlile post_id=2266 time=1470524795 user_id=71
 

Momosan Star Fleet Base M-99459-B

Alarms sounded at Momosan Star Fleet Base M-99459-B. Armed personnel ran from one room to another grabbing guns and reported to their stations. In the command center, General Arthur Pendragoon sat reading a report. An officer barged through the door.

"Captain! Get this base on high alert. We don't know who and we don't know when, but somebody will find our base in the coming months. Conch Kingdom has itself a space race."

The captain saluted and ran back out. The general turned back to his screen.

"General, we will keep an eye from the ground, but your boys better be ready to defend that base at all cost. It is a key strategical point for our intergalactic fleet to launch from."

"We won't let you down, Sir Meliodas."

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Mocanaqua
Meliodas spun around in his chair and rested his elbows on the desk.

"We have a long, stressful future in store."


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CaptainPuffin post_id=2275 time=1470537487 user_id=68
 

Royal Palace, South Port, Puffin Islands

King Hunter woke up with a thought in mind and one of his huskies licking his face. He knew what he had to do. He knew, that the Puffin Islands needs to enter the space race. His gut tells him this isn't just about people going to the Moon. Then again, it could just be the tacos he had for lunch yesterday. He knew he just needed some fresh air. He went downstairs to grab his scrambled eggs and waffles when he heard a knock on the door.

"Mornin' Drew." It was Drew Shultz, member of his Board of Advisors, friend, and racing buddy. "Come on in man. What did you want to talk about?" "Well, Hunter, your approvement rating has gone straight up! These are the highest numbers since you became King! Isn't this great!" he said with obvious exitement. "How much of the public agrees with entering the space race?"
"41% say we should, 57% say we shouldn't, and 2% are undecided. Why did you want to know? Have you made a decision?" "Well...I truely don't have the slightest idea. They both have goods and bads. Both would benefit this country. Both seem like the right answer. I just don't know." "I would suggest you just relex and think. Come on, you are one of the 100 smartest men in the Puffin Islands. Trust me when I say you will figure this out. Well I need to go. Oh ya, your Countach is here. Jusy thought you might want to know."

Drew was right. Hunter just sat on that bench, only getting up for food and to use the bathroom. He had his moment if clarity. One answer had more credit than the other one. He knew that the Puffin Islands will PARTIALLY enter the space race. Instead if charging in head first, we'll just start by helping other counties who enter. That is when this message to all leaders in the CK:

Readers if this message, as you all should know, a space race has broken out. While we will not directly get involved in this space race, we will help who ever needs it. If you would request my help, that send a message to me. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,
King Hunter the First


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ThinkLeslie post_id=2277 time=1470544648 user_id=147
 

The passionate sun beats down with intensity over the bustling city; With the temperature pushing 100°F, it's as though the citizens of Delphi don't have time to feel the heat as they continue to dash from place to place in Dives Novum's city of commerce. In an icy, air-conditioned office that overlooks the city sits Chase Etzler, a lean, middle-aged man with a round face and a neatly tailored suit. He lets out a sly grin as he stares down at the phone flashing line 1, the minister. It had only been 3 weeks since he had been named the richest man in Dives Novum and he already had Nicomachus eating out of his hand.
"Minister Nicomachus, I presume you've given my offer a little more thought?", he speaks softly with a silver tongue.

The minister shoots back shakily, "I will do what you want, Mr. Etzler, but only if you guarantee that Pepsi Co. will fund Dives Novum's entire space program."

Etzler's grin morphs into a wicked smile, "We have a deal." A brief pause and the line cuts off with a click.


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ZebraEz post_id=2329 time=1470986610 user_id=142
 

Winston Craig sat on his balcony in the gentle morning sun, perusing the business section of Echobankia's national newspaper. Winston Craig was, technically, the monarch of the small island country of Echobankia, located in the temperate antipodes. However, his benevolent, largely hands-off approach to governance (including elected local officials) had endeared him to most of the population. In fact, he had not been referred to as 'king' for over 20 years; rather, he was usually referred to as 'Papa Winston'.

While sipping on his locally-grown, freshly squeezed orange juice, Papa Winston was interrupted by his phone.

*brrrrring* *brrrrring*

Winston checked the caller ID: it was Dean Peters, Winston's aide and adviser on foreign affairs.

"Morning, Winston. Do you have ten minutes to talk?"

"Good morning, Dean. What's on your mind?"

"Well, several of my ambassadors have emailed me some interesting news. It seems that we have a number of nations interested in starting a space race."

Dean Peters filled Winston in with the who and what, although the why was largely based on rumours. The two of them discussed how this could affect Echobankia, and how they could use the situation to their advantage. Twenty minutes later, Papa Winston hung up the phone and settled back down in his chair to think the situation over.

Echobankia itself, being a small nation, wouldn't really be able to compete outright with the other larger nations involved. However, while Echobankia didn't have a powerhouse economy with soaring productivity, it's industries were some of the most adept in the world. The Echobankian government offered very little support to established companies, meaning only the best survived on their own merits. Furthermore, the minimal regulations and simple, low tax system meant that Echobankia was a thriving haven for entrepreneurs and cutting-edge start-ups. Already, several of Echobankia's companies had established international reputations for cutting edge technologies that provided outside-the-box solutions to problems faced by international industries.

Papa Winston decided to arrange a meeting with the Echobankia Business Council (EBC) to see if they could potentially develop some innovative new technology they could then sell to the various nations racing to be the first to the moon.

Almost as an afterthought, Winston tapped in the encryption code for his phone and sent a quick, succinct text to his 'Intelligence' Aide, Morgan Maybread (listed simply as MM in Winston's contacts): "Be prepared, this 'space race' could be exactly what we have been waiting for..."


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"The Diplomats of HGH" post_id=2414 time=1471624608 user_id=59
 

The Helghast president had always valued his ability to persuade people. His style was subtle yet almost always effective, and most importantly, it granted him, fame, favors, and money. Early into the space race, he was once again reminded of the value of his persuasiveness.

As his phone finally rang, he leaned forward to reach it. He already knew who it was.

A week earlier, he had offered a growing company, Aurora International, some funds to get the space project going. Sure, it wasn't exactly a legal exchange. The funds were stolen from a few taxpayer dollars and a few under the table favors, but would the country care? Of course not. If anyone snooped around, it wouldn't be hard to shut them up.

Metrac spoke into his phone with a smile. He already knew what the man on the other line would say.

"Hello Thomas, I do hope that the board of Aurora board has chosen wisely. I'm sure that no one could top my offer." The President of Aurora responded quickly

"Yes sir, we gratefully accept your offer. The moment you transfer the money, we'll get begin working."

Armin was a very happy man, and he answered the phone with a renewed sense control.

"No worries Thomas." The President said, "You'll get your money."


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Jacob, Grand admiral of the fleet oceans, lay on his sofa in his cabin aboard his aerial flagship the Graf-von-Hiller watching a program about the battle of banners day when a knock came at his door.

"Come" he said. In strode a aide looking shaken and he ran in and stood to attention. "Easy man," Jacob said "I don't bite, so then what do have for me?" The aide relaxed and when had regained his composure spoke. "Beg to report sir,'" the aide said, a bit to loudly "the existence of several space programs that appear to have sprung up from seemingly nowhere, sir."

He then handed and file to the admiral, turned on his heel and strode out of the cabin. Had he been paying attention to his leaders facial expression he would have notice it go from cheerful to upset to down right thunderous in the space of 10 seconds. 'Those swines' He thought 'For years I sink trillions of cruisers into a aerial/space battle-fleet and for what, some upstart amateur rocket enthusiasts to try and upstage me. No matter ill simply have to upstage their efforts 2 fold.'

Swiftly he strode over the red phone linked directly to the bridge of his flagship. He began to bark orders to crew to ready the ship for orbit. He'd show them why the fleet of oceans was the most advanced nation on the planet.


OOC: Not trying to insult anyone else's efforts at a space program but my nations backstory is that they are super-technologically advanced. So i'm a bit ahead of the Momosan Star fleet but I rely on orbital ship yards and a recently built space elevator (actually got an issue to build that so its cannon) to support my fleet rather than planetary bases. My main aim will be as someone looking on disdainfully at your efforts to get into orbit(not really i'm cheering you on but my character is not), i will and i'm sure Momocarlile will as well rescue any ships of your that get into trouble. After all we don't you losing and lives making the same mistakes we did. But I won't give you any tech.
Sayonara
Jacob Moss


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