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HONESTY I THINK MEAN NIMARIC WAS COOLER PLS GO BACK TO HATE ME AGNINE PLSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I’ve been looking at the F117 and now I’ve decided I want one of those for my RP, could be cool doing tests on Kaonas’s own 1st gen stealth fighter.
What do ya’ll think?
eeeeee alr can i get some
Well I got to build it first…
The Meeting: I
Ms. Cremisi, just like the Xanarcican Crown Princess, seemed very unpleasant with the awful weather, as it certainly did not impact the atmosphere well. However, she preferred a traditional plain umbrella as a way to protect her from the ravaging rain, instead of an extravagant piece of headwear. "Yes, we'd better get going."
Inside the town hall of Norenta, Camilla led the diplomats to the room where the meeting would have taken place. Her colleagues, instead, preferred to silently sway behind the group, with the security guards escorting them to their sides.
Upon entering the conference room, Camilla immediately noticed the water infiltrations from the ceiling. She was a woman who cared a lot about details, and for good reason, as her position as a CPR required an optimal performance on several aspects all at once. Fortunately, the bucket that had been put to collect the water had been hidden by some ample plants.
Camilla gestures the Xanarcicans to take a seat, then started, a hint of embarrassment in her face: "We have come to... Discuss about the peculiar occurrence that has happened last night, as well as a number of further negotiations, in order to give a practical sense to this meeting."
Good night
A Thinly-Veiled Threat
The Renean Navy's Waggy Strait Expeditionary Fleet, the main combat component of the blue-water navy in the southwest, has recently conducted their seasonal training exercises near the waters of Calption. Renean ships were spotted within international waters as close as 30 kilometers away from the Calptionion shoreline, and aircraft could be seen in the distance by some in the Calptonion islands, with noise from the exercise that could be heard inland. Following the royal declaration of a committment to the retaking of these islands, some have already speculated that this exercise was, and potentially will be the first in a series of, threats to the Calptionion government and populace.
The Office of the Navy has maintained that this is a "regularly scheduled exercise performed within Renea's rights to international waters." The Expeditionary Fleet has not been removed from these waters following the conclusion of the naval exercise, and auxiliary ships continue to support the fleet as they navigate close to the Calptonion islands, as if in preparation for a prolonged operation. The 3rd Fleet, stationed in the northeast, has also recently embarked from port, beginning a lengthy journey towards the central waters for undeclared reasons. As tensions mount in the region, Bunbunmaru News has collected statements from several Reneans when asked with the question, "What are your opinions regarding the situation between the new imperial court and Calption?"
"What's a Calption?"
-Persicaria K., Professor of Calptonion History at the University of Makai
"We have a new emperor?"
-Anonymous
"How did you get into my house?"
-Fukadia N., drug dealer
Hot takes indeed. In other news, the tuna fattening season has begun, and the Bunbunmaru's seasonal tuna forecast has shifted: "In the coming months, tuna will likely become fattier as the season continues at a record rate. Based on squid population data from the National Maritime Survey Institute, we project a fat peak within two months. The days of lean winter tuna are soon to be over; fatty tuna season is within sight!"
The spring cow slaughter has also begun. The Bunbunmaru Food Section's resident reviewer states the following: "If the early samples are anything to go off of, Renean steak fans have much to look forward to. The tenderloin marbling index has risen above the typical 4.1 and we are averaging about 8.9 based on 382 samples. It seems like Renean cuisine is, over all, in a high season this spring. The paprika have also been planted following the conclusion of the harvest festivals, and it seems that we have momentum to carry into the summer."
Aya Shameimaru is a journalist at Bunbunmaru News. Ayayayaya, ayayayayaya, ayayayaya.
I meta quest 2 in space
Yes
This morning finds His Immensity awake earlier than He likes because He is getting His usual checkup from Dr. Biggenbottom-Tubbius. This merely involves weighing on a specially made scale and once again being told in wheezy mmphs about how He needs to watch what He eats. Of course He does. Tubbius watches it all go in His mouth!
A prototype aircraft sits on the runway. It’s highly angled body designed to deflect radar signals.
“Alright pilot, start it up”
“I don’t want to see a speck on that radar, if I do I’m calling off the project. This has cost us a excess of 10 billion chits already.”
“Well you’ll need to wait. The landing gear will need to be raised before it becomes invisible“
The pilot starts up the engine, behind him a single VX-5 also prepares to take off to test how a onboard aircraft radar will react and also track the VXS prototype.
As the aircraft takes off a ground based radar pings it before it raises the landing gear.
“Raising gear.” The pilot announces
As the gear goes up the signal gets weaker and weaker. Before it’s completely gone.
“50m distance aircraft is fully detectable. 100m the signal is halved. 200m nothing other than visual.“
“I’d call this a success.”
“Very well, we will grant you extended funding. But! I expect results! You have one month for it to be combat ready”
I made a custom logo for Lavenya FC, one of the football (soccer) clubs competing in the Snestar Divison Alpha.
Renea sorry my bit isn't out yet, I've been very busy, from roof leaks to athletics, and probably most of the things inbetween. I'm writing it right now, and since I don't want to write the scene where your leader is introduced, and I'm having some writer's block, my bit is really only some background/character building during the boat ride, and just fleshign them out a bit, all you need to know is that McNamara does swallow his pride to show respect in the end. Nothing I write should have a major effect on what should happen in the near future, just go ham, I guess.
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*It appears my writers block dissipated immediately. I wrote everything after the first paragraph in half an hour.
James always got weird looks from his colleagues whenever the newest patriotic broadcast came on and he didn't kneel down on the floor to worship their leader like he's a god. It seems people are starting to forget the founding principles of this government. It was envisioned as a meritocracy, where talent leads to promotions, rather than money and bribes like the old democracy, or so the history textbooks say. Now, everywhere he goes it's always someone kissing the flag in front of their boss and getting a raise, or like last week, his coworker wrote a (admittedly moving) poem about how great the nation is, and got promoted. Nobody cares about skill it seems, it's always 'How much do you love your country?' or something like that which leads to success. It's steadily eroding the talent pool, too. The unskilled men are getting command and government positions while the kids who have the potential to be the next paragon in their field are left as janitors because they didn't salute with enough fervor.
So how one might wonder, did he get this position while very evidently not saluting the flag with enough fervor? Well, there is one very important man in Michigania who still values skill over fervor. The General himself. The almighty man at the top personally recruited James due to his astounding success rate without flipping tables and the use of dogs. In fact, he has the General's number in his phone! He only uses it for work, and sparingly at that, but to have the General's number is considered among the highest honors in all the nation. His boss, the chief of diplomacy has wanted to demote him for "unpatriotic activities" for a long time, but he is to scared of being 'relieved from duty'. James once knew a man who was relieved from duty, but he never existed, it seemed. It's not like James doesn't like his country, he loves it. He'd be willing to die on the battlefield for the glory of Michigania if needed, he just knew when too much was too much.
McNamara, it seemed, was among those infected with 'patriotic fever' as he liked to call it. James doesn't know much about his upbringing, he's real quiet about that. He does know, however, that there's only one reason McNamara rose so fast. It's that he's really good at his job. He was the top in all his classes, a certified officer by his early teens, and still starting puberty. He was a commander when most were entering their first years on the front lines. He was a general before most saw combat. He was a prodigy, and the high staff, particularly the General himself, took note. He also had the General's number. He's currently too young to serve on the high staff, but the moment he does reach age, they're sacking one member and replacing him with McNamara. That is why both Norman and McNamara are on this mission. Not because of their patriotism, but because of their sheer skill, and the General will not allow them to fail.
The boat ride went as smoothly as you'd hoped, really. McNamara was antsy most of the ride, but it was mostly anticipation. He was basically a child to James, being only 28 to his 54. He had war experience from his numerous campaigns into the wilds below he commanded, and despite is admittedly overwhelming level of patriotism and confidence he showed, James knew he was secretly trying to learn more. He did his research and knew Tenge was a great general, and he was hoping to pick up some of the wisdom earned through age in Renean lands, as he'd learned most everything there was about war back home. Still, he'd be hard-pressed not to go into a rant about how he leads the best army in the world. He does that a lot, doesn't he?
James was taken aback by the castle when they arrived. He'd known the look of the building from pictures, but to see it in person was another experience. He'd definitely have to come back here in retirement. The entrance was the highlight of his day, watching McNamara pull all of his medals off seemingly at every metal detector so they could scan them for anything dangerous. McNamara hated doing it, but he also knew the mission needed to succeed, so he did it. James found this muttered curses whenever he unpinned his Nth metal for the Nth time amusing, so he allowed some of it to show. It was calculated, enough to make the Reneans more familiar, but not much more. As they walked through the castle, their following guards looked uneasy, seeing the maids with rifles on their backs, probably imagining their funeral services back some saying "death by gun-wielding maid" as the cause of death. The shame it would bring.
"One of the joys of our language is our cursing," Koa once remarked with a smile, as a maid passed by them, mumbling something. "Did you catch it? She just cursed you, your parents, your grandparents, your cousins, your teacher, your dog... in four words, no less."
That shocked James, he was not ready for the sheer volume of insults Reneans can hurl at you. He took it with a smile and decided to learn Renean so he could swear at his bosses at one million insults per minute. That'll be more therapeutic than any service any therapist can offer. He didn't have anything to add to Koa's remark, so he kept following when they reached a door, followed by the ringing of a bell and Tenge kneeling, he knew they were at their destination. While unsure of what to do, kneel or not, it appeared Koa was not, and while James did not want to show disrespect, he also was unsure if the kneel had any meanings that could be offensive, information on Renean formal culture was limited back home. He instead opted for the Michiganian approach, to treat the empress like the General, with some slight modifications. He looked at McNamara. His eyes were boring holes in the door, it seems. James kicked his foot discreetly, to remind him of the events riding on this meeting. McNamara looked annoyed but he recognized the importance of this meeting and decided that he would try to keep his jingoism to a minimum. With that, the two returned their gaze to the door, and awaited the empress inside.
òoooooooò gime
Good night
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