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OOC:
So is this place just dead

New hansdeltania

Neo-trinity wrote:OOC:
So is this place just dead

OOC: Yeah

Neo-trinity

New hansdeltania wrote:OOC: Yeah

OOC: RIP it had potential

OOC: I'll revive it another time. I've been busy lately.

Draganisia, Neo-trinity, Crystal j summer, and Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire

Dream World.

A jungle world at the edge of the Galaxy shrouded in mystery.

The natives have primative technology compared to others in the Galaxy coming to this planet but there is more to them than what it seems. More than what they might even know themselves.

The planet is home to a resource called Draganium. It's everywhere on the planet and can be used for almost anything. But there is still a lot more to it than anyone knows and finding the truth to it could very well shape the future of the entire Galaxy.

Just as it did during the time of the Ancient Empire.

OOC: R.I.P Dream World, I hope you get better soon.

The Dream Worlds were not always called that. Thousands of years ago the main planet used to be the Capital of the Dragon Empire. It was a planet sized city with buildings made of gold but not it has since been abandoned.

A great battle was fought there a long time ago between The Light and The Darkness. A battle that nearly destroyed both that world and it’s jungle covered moon (The first Dream World where everyone will show up).

Only a few in the Galaxy still knew the truth about this world and it’s huge jungle Moon. Did they know what had happened since the Fall of the Dragon Empire? Did they know what would happen if the city on the main planet was reactivated?

Perhaps not but what they did know was that whomever did get control of that world and the Dragon Empire technology still there would be able to control the fate of the Galaxy and perhaps the Universe... Whether they wanted to or not.

This world and it’s moon hold many secrets. Secrets which will lead to their salvation... or destuction.

Neo-trinity

OK "Dream World" is going to actually be 2 planets this time. A Golden City covered the planet and it's slightly smaller yet still huge jungle-covered Moon.

Everyone will start out on the Moon but there will eventually be ways to get to the city-planet.

At the start, there will be a shield surrounding the main planet but there will be portals on the moon leading to it and later those who go through those portals would be able to find and disable the shield and reactivate the power for the city-planet.

But that would also attract the Darkness. An endless fleet of Black Spaceships that can destroy everything in their path and are drawn to The Light in order to try and destroy it.

Having said all that I think it's safe for those who want to be involved to start introducing their characters and stuff like that.

Please try to keep things reasonable. I don't tolerate trolls.

Neo-trinity, Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire, and Novorossinezh

Sea of White
In the midst of a howling blizzard, Lieutenant-General Tyushnyakov Lavrenti Semyonovich's 17th corps trudges through the thick snow, so deep it covers the road they march upon and with such density that visibility is reduced to barely 50 meters. Semyonovich, bundled in a thick grey greatcoat, surrounded by his subordinates, can feel the wind chilling him to his bones, and he can see upon the faces of his men, they feel much the same. He speaks over the wind, giving the order to set up camp, lest he lose his entire corps to General Winter. The force pitches it's tents in and around a small forest, which provides a small bit of refuge from mother nature, as well as the firewood necessary for their fires. Most of the soldiers quickly retire to their tents and fires, cooking food and socializing to take their minds off the freezing weather. One man remarks on the oddity of the trees, but his concerns are dismissed as a symptom of the cold reaching his mind. Soon enough most soldiers retreat into their shelters to gain much needed rest, completely unaware of the fact they are no longer in a world they know.

The armored trains cut through the fog, blasting down the tracks as it transported the 6th Infantry 2nd Brigade 1st Battalion "Fantasmas"(Phantoms) across the theater. Phantoms was certainly a word to describe them. The men looked like ghosts, their last assignment was going over the top and seizing the enemies forward trenches. They lost a third of their battalion that morning, and didn't even have the chance to occupy their gains for more than an hour before the gas came in and the fighters roared overhead. Needless to say casualties were brutal. The 6th Infantry was later reassigned, heading towards the border with Timbostan where they would link up with relief forces before moving onto the eastern Valithian front as the homeland was slowly retaken.

OOC: POV shifts to Major León, who assumed command of 1st Batallion "Fantasmas"

IC: León could not be more dead, at least on the inside. Much like the men around him, he believed war was an adventure, that he would take back his country, and that he would come out a changed and better man. Unlike many of the men that still stand, he retained it even as they had lost so many taking that forward trench. It was only when Lieutenant Colonel Alvarez, the rallying point of the battalion, the beacon of their ideals was reduced to nothing by a bomb in a matter of seconds. The only thing keeping him from hundred-yard-staring was the knowledge that as LtC Alvarez's second in command, it was his duty to oversee, guide, and lead the battalion.

León decided to re-inventory and recount. They had about 850 men, 740 of them being from the original 1,000 men of the 1st Battalion "Fantasmas", the others operators of the train and its defenses, or crew and maintenance of the armored company being transported by the train and the train directly behind it. León, knowing there were still days left on their journey stared endlessly out into the foggy plain, noticing they were turning into a tunnel. He opted to shut his eyes and try and sleep, despite the weight of his duties still weighing down on him.

It wasn't 10 seconds before his rest was interrupted by a sudden feeling of weightlessness as the train bolted through the tunnel. He could hear screaming from the cars closer to the locomotive, and the screeching of the breaks of the train to the left and behind them. It was to no avail, as soon it could be heard derailing as well. However one question clicked into León's mind How haven't we hit the sides of the tunnel or the rest of the track yet?, he didn't have much time to dwell on it before he blacked out.

León awoke to find himself disoriented. After some time he managed to realize, like the men around him, that they were sideways. Thanks to the trains armoring and the safety belts on the seats they were mandated to wear, they had survived. He gathered a small contingent of men who had awoken, and instructed them to gather any men that were awake, and take the wounded and the unconscious to whatever cars remain upright and mostly intact. Around 30 casualties are reported, but it is found that 8/12 of the the armored cars, 4/6 tanks, and 6/18 trucks, and 2 aircraft remained operable largely in part thanks to the second train, which carried the majority of the vehicles, managing to slow down. The rest would have to provide spare parts. Artillery pieces and building materials could be salvaged from the wreck to construct a temporary base of operations and artillery support nest. It would have to make do. After camp was set and night began to fall, sitting inside the command tent León could do nothing but stare off into the distance.

Novorossinezh

Dragonia was no ordinary Moon.

Like the main planet of Dragania itself it had its own breathable atmosphere along with it’s own plants and animals.

During the time of the Dragon Empire Dragania was it’s Capital and the moon was a huge military base. You would think that a military base would have destroyed the environment more but it didn’t. They respected the environment of the worlds in their Empire and Dragonia was no different. The military bases were spread out all over the world at the time but since the Fall of the Dragon Empire the jungle has since overgrown them.

The Natives cultivated local fruits and vegetables and hunted the local animals to survive. However they also had technology that could create food from matter itself (like in Star Trek) but they only ever used it as a last resort because they were afraid using advanced technology would bring Darkness upon them even though there was no proof of that.

They would be willing to help those being pulled onto Dragonia by the mysterious portals but that was because the situation made sense to them. They believed their God Bahamut brought them there in order to fight the Darkness whether they knew it or not. (this part would be the same among all the different native races because there is some truth to it)

Meanwhile above the Moon a fleet of Draganisia Spaceships would appear out of a portal they had gone through after they left Abbaddon in order to escape the Darkness they knew was going there.

Kait. “Where are we now?”

Her husband and leader of the fleet Sam gave her the answer. “Our destination. These are the cosmic coordinates that Brian gave us for the world that would be safe.”

Kait didn’t believe it. “That is impossible. The journey was supposed to take us many years but instead you are saying it only took a few minutes through that portal which appeared randomly in front of us?”

They looked at the rear cameras and they showed nothing. The portal had disappeared after the fleet went through it.

Sam. “We all knew this was going to be a one way trip. We have enough food to last a few years but in order to truly survive we need to make our new home on Dragonia. Brian said that there are ways for everyone to survive using the jungle resources to our advantage but it’s up to us to find out what that really is. Things have changed since he was last here so it is still new to us.”

Kait. “So what are your orders? As Brian’s grandson you are the leader of this fleet and everyone in it. Might even give us some sway with the natives if they remember anything.”

Sam. “I doubt they would but you never know. Anyways first we need to find a safe spot to make our first camp and then we will go from there.”

There was still much to the Dream Worlds of Dragania and it’s moon Dragonia that no one knew. And things would not always be as they seemed.

The humans had already started changing the moment they went through the portals. However whether they would find out the truth or even accept what happened to them? That would be their own choice in the end. And the answer could very well determine who would survive… And who wouldn’t.

Novorossinezh

A realization
As dawn breaks over the quiet Novorossinezh camp, the men slowly exit their tents as the officers begin rallying their units. After assembly, most go prepare a small morning meal while others check their equipment or set out to their jobs. Meanwhile, in Semyonovich's command tent, he and his staff are puzzled, as their location does not match with any maps on hand. Just then, a Hussar captain bursts into the tent, breathless and with important news. His scouting team could not find the road they were travelling on the day before, and instead found a large river heading south. On sheer gut instinct alone, he gives the orders for the corps to pack up camp, and follow the river south. The Shulovsk Hussars along with the Nazakavkaz Dragoons are sent to scout down the river, as the corps form into column formation and begin their trek. The going is slow, as the soldiers have to march through snow, without roads and dragging their artillery along with them. After a few hours, the men begin to notice the snow thinning and the temperature rising, and not long after that the snow almost completely disappearing as large trees loom in the distance. By dusk, 17th corps has reached a small valley next to the river, where it is decided they will set up camp. The soldiers pitch their tents while foraging parties are sent to gather food.

An encounter
One of these foraging parties is a company of Zaredovo Jaegers led by Major Alesnarovich. His men are spread out, searching for any animals to hunt. Soon a strange whizzing sound is heard and a dull thump follows. A private looks over confused, only to be met with the sight of Alesnarovich dead, with an arrow through his neck. The private is then also hit, although the hit is not fatal, and he screams in pain. This quickly causes the Jaegers to open fire towards the unknown as the Major and private are dragged back. It is quickly decided to fall back as they cannot spot their enemy, who had already slunk back deep into the dense forest.

Home away from Home
Over the last 3 days working parties and the engineering detachment have established a rudimentary trench ring, not the quality trenches the troops are used to but certainly functional and decent ones, and have converted many of the intact train cars into dugout buildings and fortifications. Artillery from the train has been reconverted to regular artillery and placed in dugout emplacements. A lone Valithian flag flies over the headquarters "building", which is made of several of the more modular train cars. The headquarters itself is made out of the command car and a somewhat damaged barracks car, a tarp draped over the broken section. A storage car and several tents have been made into a mechanical shop, with the motor poll being situated next to it. A makeshift runway with just enough space to take off and land has also been established, and a "hangar" made up of cannibalized train cars and tarps houses the two planes saved from the wreck, 2 Orenco B fighters. The base had been dubbed Fort Alvarez, in honor of their late commander, although to call it a proper fort would be an overstatement.

Major León has ordered troops and vehicles to scout the area surrounding the base. Although they may not know it, they are in a new and unfamiliar world. However as the scouts go out, they may begin to notice changes around them.

2nd Lieutenant Garza led his platoon through the dense jungle, cutting away at vines and pushing through the overgrowth. Although it seemed like a laborious task it was nothing the men weren't used to, fighting in the jungles of Valith. He had his Teodoro Rifle clutched in his hands, eyes on the trees and the spaces between them. As of yet they had found nothing, that is until a particular soldier spoke up.

PFC Martinez:"Sir, looks like a fruit in the clearing. Most likely a trap"

PFC Jiménez:"Some weird ass fruit, it looks like a raindrop"

CPL Ramos:"Alright, triggering on your mark sir"

2Lt Garza:"Mark"

Corporal Ramos triggers the trap using a trigger disc (A weighted disc the size of a quarter used to trigger booby traps left), and the fruit is enveloped in a net which was hidden in the dirt, the net flies up with nothing caught inside save for the fruit. The men ready their rifles, eyes on the trees.

Sergeant Banks:"Contact Left!"

An arrow goes through CPL Ramos' shoulder, and every man opens fire on the assailants, shadowy figures in the trees. Having dealt with this scenario a million times, the soldiers are able to pin each attacker. The attackers arrows fly but in their panicked state manage to hit no more of the soldiers. Two of the enemies bodies hit the ground out of sight, and 2nd Lieutenant Garza orders a squad to secure the area where they fell.

PFC Martinez:"Sir, you might want to see this!"

Garza rushes over to the squad sent to secure the bodies, and finds them gawking. He soon follows in dropping his jaw as he sees the bodies. Their blood is blue-green, but above all, they are not anywhere near human. They were amphibian in nature, with webbed hands and wet, smooth skin. Yet they were strikingly humanoid.

"Send a pigeon to Fort Alvarez, now!"

2 Rey Armored Cars cruised through a less dense jungle, soldiers riding on top of them, though their way is still being cleared by a squad on foot led by Sergeant Flores. They came to a small clearing, which led to a marsh and seemingly a river. They sent a pigeon to alert command to a clean water source. The squad started moving forward towards the marsh.

Sergeant Flores:"Well boys, lets shoot the breeze a bit, where do you all think we ended up?"

PFC Diaz:"Well Sarge, we could be in Umbergal, this definitely isn't Valith and where else remotely near where we were has jungles?"

Private Vega:"Well this certainly isn't Timbostan, hell look around, somethings off, everything is green as well. Stop looking at me like that, I know it sounds crazy but what if we're not on-"

CPL Ross:"Hey Sarge who's that guy in front of us rising out of the water"

Over a dozen amphib-humanoids rise from the water, slings and mace like weapons drawn. One of them clubs CPL Ross, who collapses unconscious, resulting in the squad opening fire, dragging Ross' unconscious body back towards the armored cars. The armored cars open fire, cutting down the amphibs easily, as the few remaining amphibs scatter and retreat, the Lieutenant traveling with the cars demands a pigeon to command

Captain Gutierrez, one of the pilots riding the train, hops into his Orenco B fighter and takes off the rudimentary runway. He finds nothing of note besides canopy for some time. He noticed that he was passing into a more temperate area, and had almost expended the majority of his range. He was going to turn back until he noticed smoke to his right. He flew overhead and noticed that below him was a sea of tents. Figuring it was a refugee camp from the war, he dropped a large box of chocolate rations he always kept in his plane, using a rudimentary parachute made out of a ruined blanket. He checked his binoculars and immediately regretted dropping the box. He saw several flags from Novorossinezh, and troops. Oddly enough though, they looked outdated by about 15 years, at least based off their older uniforms, and their older looking artillery. He turned back, noting his findings, and slightly disappointed that his chocolates didn't go to civilians. Good thing he always keeps spares.

Novorossinezh

Neo-trinity wrote:Home away from Home
le big snip

Confusion
Around the camp, confused men look around to find the source of a strange faint buzzing noise. Eventually even Semyonovich leaves his command tent to look. Soon after a the faint outline of something is seen in the sky, as the noise grows louder. Some men shoulder their rifles and aim at it, but are stopped by their NCO's and Officers. It eventually flies over the camp itself, and drops something. Most quickly run from under it, as they assume it is some kind of attack from the hostile natives, while others remain rooted where they are. As the thing turns around and exits sight, soldiers gather around the package in a ring, wondering what it is. Eventually Semyonovich arrives and has 2 grenadiers move the cloth over top. They cautiously move forward and remove it, only to see a box of what seems to be rations. Many sigh in relief or laugh as the box is handed to the Lieutenant General, with most wandering off to go about their routine. Semyonovich and his staff do the same, heading back to the command tent to inspect the box. It is in a script some recognize, Valithian. The date causes the most confusion, with the stamped '1918' causing some officers to think it a ruse or trick, while others consider the deeper implications of it.

Expedition
While others in the camp discuss what just happened, one man, Lieutenant Georgiy of the 17th Serpuyevka Grenadiers decides to take action (without consulting anyone) and gathers any willing volunteers to follow him on an expedition to follow the strange flying thing. Around 134 men agree to follow him, mostly from his own regiment, but with a sizable amount from the 34th Apakarino Jaegers. They wait for an opportunity to leave, and eventually one arrives, as a thick afternoon fog rolls into the valley the armies camp occupies. Without hesitation, the men leave the camp as quick as possible and rally a bit into the forest. From there, the set off into the woods, following the general path the flying thing went.

Decisions and a realization
While that is happening, the general's staff are debating whether to create more permanent structures and 'claim' the valley, or wait for more scouting before deciding. Their debate is ended when a report of a large desertion is received. Usually, 134 men deserting is no surprise, but what changes that is how they all left at the same timeframe without complaining about their situation to other men, which is usual for disgruntled soldiers. All evidence supports the idea of some form of leader, and it is decided to increase patrols of the perimeter and to find some task to distract the men.

Reporting In
Major León calls the incident witnesses leaders in to report what they saw.

Sergeant Flores and Second Lieutenant Garza are completing their report together, due to the similarly linked nature of their incidents. Sergeant Flores is reporting in place of his lieutenant as his squad was directly engaged with the enemy, and the lieutenant was inside the armored car when the incident began. The report goes well, and León is completely filled in on the situation.

However, behind the scenes León is terrified, a guerilla foe is already harassing his men. At the very least they suffered no casualties. Patrols would have to be stepped up, perhaps only with the armored vehicles.

Captain Gutierrez: Yes sir, people. I would say tens of thousands based on what I saw. They're from Novorossinezh, or are at least wearing the uniforms, their equipment is outdated, and they looked like they'd never even heard of anything called a plane before. Plenty of artillery too, though that also looks older.

Major León:Thank you Captain, dismissed.

Major León(To liaison): Get me a man that can speak Russian, and prepare the trucks. Send Lieutenant Garza with 2 of the armored cars on a truck towards the reported Novorossinezhian location, and have them make sure none of those amphibian people can get anywhere near them.

Liaison:"Yes sir"

Novorossinezh

OOC: Dream World, World of Dreams.

Neo-trinity, New Dragania, and Novorossinezh

A long trek
Lieutenant Georgiy leads his 134 men in the general direction of the object, eventually reaching dense jungle. At one point, the force gets split due to dense vegetation, and thats when they strike.

The skirmish
The whizzing of arrows is heard, followed by screams of pain as the projectiles strike home. Soon a response of rifle fire is heard as the men start firing and the 2 forces separate further as each pushes in a different direction. The natives, spooked by the rifle fire, withdraw, but have failed at redirecting the Novorossinezhians.

A last stand
After a few minutes of running, the section of men under Georgiy stumbles upon a village, filled with an unknown, and hostile species. In an act of desperation, he and his 67 men seize a medium sized house with exterior walls on the outskirt of the village, and are promptly surrounded. Jaegers take position in the windows, raining precise rifle fire onto the natives as the Grenadiers hold the exterior walls. Arrows rain down in the courtyard as grenadiers shoot anything that attempts to climb over the wall, or engage them in melee if they succeed. slowly but surely the Novorossinezhians are pushed back as more men fall to the enemy. The Lieutenant leads a counter charge to retake the courtyard, and a furious melee begins. The tide swings back and forth, as the soldiers fight with desperate courage, but the weight of numbers takes its toll, and soon they are being pushed back again. Suddenly rifle fire is heard from outside the walls, as the other men heard the shooting and changed direction, running to the village. This sudden reinforcement causes the Natives to retreat, and the Novions consolidate their hold over the house, having lost 30 men, with several more wounded.

Siege
The remaining 94 men are forced to take shelter inside the house, as the courtyard is routinely peppered by arrows. Every once in awhile a rifle shot is heard when a native gets too bold and approaches the walls, but otherwise all is quiet. The men are quiet, as they attempt to treat their wounds and take inventory, and Georgiy realizes the grave error he has made.

“So what did you find?” Sam asked Kait as she entered the bridge of their flagship.

Kait answered. “A clearing in the jungle with minimal life signs. Would be the perfect spot to make our first base.”

Sam agreed but was still cautious. “Yea it would but we need to be careful here Kait. This is still a whole new world for us and while it might seem safe now… you never know what lurks in the shadows.”

Kait however wanted them to get set up as soon as possible. “Still good enough for me. I’m authorizing the mission for building the base there once our scouts confirm the area is clear.”

Sam had questions still. “What did our scouts figure out about this world?”

Kait answered. “It’s absolutely covered in Draganium. Even in the air. Any humans that go there would probably get Dragon abilities just like Brian said.”

Sam. “But since our people have already been effected by it on Abbaddon in one way or another there shouldn’t be any problems with it here. However it does mean that any natives still alive here will either be Dragons like us… Or something else entirely.”

Kait agreed. “Brian did tell us that there were more than Dragons in his father’s Empire before it fell.”

Sam continued. “My grandfather also gave us what Intel he still had about them and copied it into the fleet’s databases. Not sure how much it would really help us though if we do run into them.”

Kait. “We shall see soon enough. It only takes a few minutes for the military firebase to be built and from there we can use the replicators we have to start making materials for civilian structures. This will let us build what we need with minimal damage to the surrounding environment.”

Sam finally gave it the green light. “Ok Kait go do what you need to. But please be careful down there. Until we get more Intel ourselves I wouldn’t trust anything down there.”

The Firebase would be quickly created in the clearing and the factory part of it would begin creating materials for them to use for civilian structures outside of the Firebase.

Kait. "Within a week this will be a small city. Now we just have to defend it."

Crystal j summer

Introduction;

Captain Christopher Zamarron and his crew are chasing traveling down the peaceful river of Crystal Falls. Trying to escape the long, and harsh conditions his people have been suffering. King Roco I had come into power with the intent to destroy the great colony of Escewie. Escewie was a peaceful colony of the former great country of Avalar. Sadly Rico only wanted one thing from the colony. He wanted the daughter of Captain Zamarron to be his wife, and in return he would grant pity to the colony. The colony was already suffering from high taxes, no protection from raiders, and little food could be grown because of the fire set by King Roco in the battle of Avalar. In the dead of night Captain Zamarron, and his crew packed up quickly, and took the only boat they had. Their journey would be far! Not sure where they were heading, Captain Zamarron bowed his head to pray. Praying that they could find a civilization that would take him, and about 35 other people. Will where we go? Only time will tell.

The ulymeinien federation wrote:OOC: Dream World, World of Dreams.

Enna Giorgia sleeps peaceful and soundly within a rural town in [nation]Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire[/nation, unknowingly a small storm arrives in the area. Some of the townspeople who are awake consider this a normal storm, but suddenly a flash of purple lightning hits a tree lightning it on fire.[i]

"Fire!" [i]A townsperson screams as a blaze of purple fire appears on a dry tree as the lightning struck it. He townsperson was Ulises Fox, a veteran of the Oceanic Army. He had been walking in the town in the dark as the storm poured down on them, the purple fire begins to move violently unlike any fire he has seen. Suddenly a huge lightning strike from above heads down onto the town and suddenly Ulises black's out as the strike nearly hits him but knocks him onto a wooden wall of a house.

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Enna wakes up and notices something strange about the house she is in, instead of the bare wooden walls. The walls are covered in moss. She stares at the walls confused before she gets up and notices her clothes are in uneven piles. She changes her clothes and walks outside to see the townspeople confused.

Enna, "What happened."

Ulises turns around with red eyes at Enna. His light brown hair is all shriveled and messed up.

"WHERE ARE WE!"

Promo for what is coming.
All these quotes are from different scenes.

Sam. "Admiral's Log: We have found the world that used to be the home of the Dragon Empire. But things are not as they seem."

Kait. "Someone or Something is teleporting everyone here."

New Character. "We are all here for a reason. However it is up to us to find out what that reason is before it's too late."

Sam. "We thought we were escaping the Darkness. Instead we are now facing it head on."

Kait. "This is why we are all really here. This is the key to stopping the Darkness once and for all before it destroys everything."

Sam. "But at what cost?"

Darkness. "We are your Salvation. The end of life is always death and destruction. There is no escaping your destiny."

(Here is the first post for the reboot of the Dream World RP. Now everyone who wants to be a part of this need to start by introducing their Nations and/or Characters :)

The Eastern Lands

“That is what we called the continents to the east of Rowandale. We have a colony here. A Neon City called Neo Una on the western tip of the continent closest to Rowandale but we haven’t gone anywhere past it. Heck in the few years we have been here we haven’t even tried to make contact with the other nations we know are on this side of Abbaddon.

Originally we were waiting for them to make first contact with us but now I am not sure that will work. The truth is I am afraid. I am afraid that the peace here in this Neon City and on this part of Abbaddon will not last. I am afraid for my 4 children who are old enough to fight their own battles now… but still don’t understand just how dangerous the rest of the world and universe can really be. I am afraid that my family and friends will think that I have failed and will be ashamed because of me… I won’t let that happen! This is not the end of it… This is just the beginning!”

Sam was the governor of the Draganisia Colony city of Neo Una. It was now a large city filled with Skyscrapers and Neon Lights while being surrounded by the Ocean on the western side and thick Jungles on the eastern side. It was home to Dragons, Humans, and possibly even more species than that. They all lived in peace for the most part but some wondered if it would last? Sam lived with his wife Kaitlyn and their 4 children who were all close to being adults now… they believed that they could start fresh with their lives. Not just for them but also the other Draganisian and Oceanic colonists that called Neo Una their home. They all wanted fresh starts away from the endless wars that seemed to plague their nations.

However Sam and his family knew that this peace wouldn’t last and that it was only a matter of time before they faced the next enemy force wanting to destroy them and everything they had built. They just hoped they would be ready for whatever that was.

"This is an unusual place to meet," Antony Metz muttered as he settled beside Richard Lloyd in New Gotham stadium's private suite.

He had barely finished speaking when a small red-clad army of athletes marched onto the football pitch and the crowd erupted in mighty applause that the box's glass could not diminish. The stand opposite them unfurled a massive banner that read: "Go, go, Gotham Metros!".

"Don't you like football?" Lloyd asked, arching an eyebrow.

Two men met in the middle of the pitch - Metz recognized the air of authority they exuded and supposed they were team captains - and the referee tossed a coin.

"This isn't football," Metz countered. "Where I'm from, this is-"

"The sport involves kicking a ball with your foot. Foot." Lloyd raised a pristine white pant leg and said, "Ball."

The captains stared each other down before shaking hands.

"I'm not here to argue." As two of the richest men in Nouveaurich, Metz and Lloyd where also two of the country's busiest men. Nouveaurich was hostile to the idle rich. "You must have called me for a reason."

The Gotham Metros attacked en masse and the visiting team - the Novel Dragons - soon found themselves under the cosh.

Lloyd handed Metz a document. "Have a look."

The Metros' center forward let loose a powerful shot.

Metz hadn't finished reading the entire thing and knew it wouldn't work. "If you think Chief Executive Rubik will allow this, then you're insane. Nouveaurich used to be a capitalist paradise and that woman has turned it into some sort of civil rights lovefest."

The Dragons' goalkeeper denied the effort but the ball bounced off his gloves directly into the striker's path as a defender raced to stop him.

"The Nouveauriche government doesn't have to know."

There was a bone-crunching tackle and the striker flew violently across the grass. A sharp whistle signaled the play to stop as the victim writhed on the ground.

"Are you inviting me to commit treason?"

The referee gestured to review the replay.

"Why would I admit to that?" Lloyd asked, inching forward to see the pitch better. Players from both sides mobbed the match officials.

"Fair play," Metz admitted. He stood up and left barely ten minutes into the match.

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