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>>598
Nation Name: The Industrialists
Nation Color: Dark Grey/Steel
Nation Location: Middle of the big stump of Scutum Centarus still connected to the Galaxy mainbody
Nation Fluff: History is a bit murky as to their origins, they appear to stem from some sort of corporate genetic experiment centuries ago.

But whatever it is, it went right.

They are a people who LOVE to work and manufacture and build, the same way you and me love to eat, sleep, and have sex.

Everyday is a crowded rush to get to the ever growing superfactories or build sites, churning out another million tanks,to go to bed dreaming of the day the megastructure is built as a foundation for an even bigger one

They aren't entirely sure what money is for, apart from the fact that the things they make can be traded for it, and that they can trade money to get stuff to make more things. So the idea is they need to make as many things as possible, so they can get more money, and make more things.

What little hometime they (thriftly) alot themselves is to sex as much as possible, to breed more children who will work in the factories (each child dreams of becoming the most productive or the next boss). Pregnant women are often very unhappy and bored as they take maternity leave, but are satiated thrugh work like sewing new uniforms and electronics.

Most workers don't want to go to war, in fact they fear dying because that means an end to work, so instead they build cheap humanoid robots to their fighting for them.

Now they are taking their first steps into space, and have prepared a rockets the size of a small island.

They aren't exactly skilled in warfare, but what they lack in strategy they make up in sheer bulk and numbers. It truly is not the bombs or the guns you should fear, but being burried alive in shipwrecks and steel.

NATIONAL ANTHEM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThFnvjYYtFw
>The average thought process of an Industrialist
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRbsng5pdBw

>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>598
>Nation Name: Freie Liebe
>Nation Color: Pink
>Nation Location: Somewhere close to someone else preferably
>Nation Fluff:
Once upon a time and under a different name the men and women of Freie Liebe were a warrior people. Dedicated to war and war alone their industry strived to meet the ever demanding needs of their endless and brutal conquest. World after world fell to their technological supremacy and calculating skill, taking the resources as they went, growing their army in power and weaponry until no others could match them. It would appear however that there had been a resource these warriors were running out of. People. With countless wars of conquest and glory, strict military lifestyle and little to no leisure having a family was a luxury only few could afford and many gave up on this privelege in light of dedicating their life to the one true god, the god of war.
And so the Empire they had created crumbled, not defeated by an enemy but by it's own inability to sustain itself, forever to fall silent among the stars. With only their homeworld and a few million of their kind remaining they took to making up for their own weakness the only way they knew how. Biological engineering. Greatly increased hormone production, increased physical symetry and a lot more was what in the end saved the people that had once sought to dominate the world. A baby boom was result of this drastic experiment. And soon, the one true god, the god of war, was forgotten. A new god took his place, a god of love and family. Now the people of Freie Liebe once more take to the stars. Not to conquer, but to handle their rapid overpopulation.

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>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>599
>Nation Name: The Living Empire
>Nation Color: Blue
>Nation Location: The middle of Norma-Outer, in the middle circle thing.
>Nation Fluff: Long ago, we were normal. Our planet was rich with life. Our families smiled brightly at the start of each day. Very little war. We were normal. We were so close. Thats when the plague started, it swept through our planet like a wildfire. So many died. Millions of bodies laid in the streets, rotting and decomposing in the air. We didn't su-We survived though. A great inventor by the name of Norman came up with a machine that converted us to plas-A great inventor came up with a machine that cured us of our disease. We all died and became mach-We all lived and rebuilt our great empire. Now we construct great factories to produce more of our kind out of plastic and st-Now we construct homes for each of our happy families in the great suburbs. Smile for the camera, dears. Everyone thinks that we are perfect, don't let them think any different.

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>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>598
>Nation Name: The Blacktron Enclave
>Nation Colour: Neon-ish Yellow.
>Nation Location: Somewhere in the Orion sector of the galaxy.
>Nation Fluff:
The Blacktron Enclave is one of the younger factions of the galaxy, formed for the purpose of unity. Such a thing arose from Classia's vast Space Programs, which allowed for their kind to be spread across the Orion sector in small colonial bases. However, those of Blackland called into criticism over how peaceful and 'low-tech' this made the Classic space bases. It is through learning of the art of war with the aid of a feudal bat lord, however, that Blackland took their first step for unification of their people, and so formed the Blacktron Enclave. While such a choice made a lot of the Classia people angry, putting risk against the newly founded 'empire', those of Blacktron have faith that they can expand and prosper for their own purposes.
>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus:

>>598
>Nation Name: The Scruftix Federation
>Nation Color: Orange
>Nation Location: The Outer reaches of the Carina Sagittarius arm.
>Nation Fluff: The Federation had humble beginnings as a single colony ship sent to the outer rings, where the said colonist set up what was to be the center of a massive collection of worlds connected to old terra, and the beginnings of Nova Terra, a seperate empire founded after the gate crisis of 3056, but that is ancient history. The old empire of Terra fell apart after "they" came…. Those who are without warning, and bring with them a quietness that could drown out the light of the stars, the Silent Ones… They came like a black tide over the arms of the Milky Way, trapping planets in their impenetrable Non-Baryonic fields, where upon the planet was heated to the relative temperature of the surface of the Old Earth's Sun, leaving behind sterile rocks in their wake. The planet that would become known as the federation's capital only escaped this fate because it had just recent;y been colonized, and lacked the baryonic signal that the technology of the old Terran Empire produced, and thus didn't draw the ire of the Silent Ones. When the planet reached a sufficient technology level to again reach the stars, they arose to a quiet, dead solar system, and set about remaking it as it was.

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>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>598
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>Nation Name:Zregans
>Nation Color:Red
>Nation Location:End of Scutum Centarus
>Nation Fluff:Riders of the storms of Kelvar-Persi 9 the Zergans favor the raiding process of their world and consider those that are weak a grievous sin of their planet. They strike in pirate fleets of frigates that are made of scrap and other parts of their home world. The Zergans are a fused mass of nomads, barbarians, shamans, and slaves for they fight for land and often times fleets that were destroyed by crashing into their planet. The people of the planet are referred as Keabs are green due to the skin pigment and almost giant like for even walking in the planet's high gravity but they are despairing called Orcs, Greenskins, and worse of all Gobbos (which means weakling in their language). Crimes referring to them as such range from slavery to death.

Kelvar-Persi 9 is a mars-like deathworld rich of iron and minerals. It's their scientific name of their world the true name for this world is Neaog the Warfather. Many ships crash here due to the minor storms in the area which they believe Neaog has blessed them by granting them plunder fleets. They also experience desert storms which they attribute to Goaen the Worldmother for decreasing prayers in favor of war.

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>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>598
Nation Name: The Ylar-Kgnati Empire
Nation Color: Red
Nation Location: The edge of Perseus, near where it moves into the galactic center.
Nation Fluff: A union of two cold-blooded reptilian races, the Ylar and Kgnati species have lived together on their home ice planet of Carrtahex since as far as either species can remember. Through a series of brutal wars, the warrior Ylar found themselves equally matched to the manipulative and cunning Kgnati over thousands of years. In a final act of violence known as the 'Last War', the Ylar and Kgnati kingdoms raged against each other with all the weapons of their respective nations, nearly two billion of the two races dying in the impossibly-scaled war. After a peace was declared in Verdenstrum, the Kgnati capital, it was decided such acts were never to be allowed to happen again. The King of the Ylar kingdom agreed to marry his son to the sole princess and heir of the Kgnatis, ending the separation of the two nations as both monarchs abdicated. The Ylars and Kgnatis are extremely different physically, but both live long lifespans and reproduce quickly (Ylars and Kgnatis are genetically comparable as well, leading to mixed offspring generally used as slave labor or poorly regarded as 'Yrhzu') leading to the ability for the race to reach large populations in very short amounts of time. Ylars hulk at nearly eight feet, in their natural state balls of raw muscle with green or red scales, while Kgnatis stay at a meek six and a thinner frame, possessed of black scales. The two races do not trust each other still after the Last War, but are willing to put aside their differences in the interest of the conquest of the galaxy itself. After all, the Kgnati may be despicable, but the human is disgusting.
>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>598
Closing off Sol, making it an NPC nation

>Nation Name: Terran Republic
>Nation Color: Dark Red
>Nation Location: Sol

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>Nation Name:Neon deroplet
>Nation Color: Violet
>Nation Location: Norma-Outer
>Nation Fluff: Neon deroplet was founded 200 years ago by the Explorer Urelio Derop. Urelio and his fleet ran out of fuel near an unspecified planet, and were forced to land. When the thousands of settlers landed on the planet, they found no way to get back home, as their ships failed to restart. Unperturbed by this the settlers went on to the planet with special mask and suits due its unknown atmosphere. The settlers attempted to grow crops, they failed as nothing grew, the settlers tried to mine, they failed as their machinery and tools broke, the settlers tried to build…and failed again. By this point the settlers were in a panic. The planets strange gas make up, combined with their inability to survive and quickly losing air, forced the settlers to do everything they can to survive. Finally, in a desperate last chance to save thousands of lives, Urelio blew a massive hole in the ground where there was believed to be fresh air. There wasnt, instead exotic fumes came out of the ground and encompassed the planet. Finally out of air the settlers were forced to breath this new concoction of gas and soon became addicted as they were affixed in a permanent state of hallucinogenic euphoria. The people soon changed, gaining exotic skin, hair, and eye colors. Eventually they learned how to make and eat the exotic flora of the planet and expanded on it. Today they nation of barely human people, called "Neonites" has learned how to use the metals and gases of their home to leave the planet and make weapons, along with their typical hedonistic devices. Calling the nation Neon Deroplet in honor of Urelio they have set out to conquer more planets and make them all havens of the new Neonite race.

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>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: Will be given based on fluff, if fluff is shit so too will the bonus be

>>620



>>612
>Bonus: [Psychadelic Space Hippies] Using the materials available to you turned out to be a good idea as they're actually very useful for space travel. Unfortunately they're not stealthy at all. +5 to spacefaring rolls but you may never use stealth tactics.


>>617
>Bonus: [Peace unto all] With tenants of mercy and good neighbourship your people set upon the stars, wishing to save all from the fate of war. You gain a +10 bonus to any diplomacy/peace related roll but -10 to any roll dealing with war in any way. You also gain a +5 to rolls when mining dead worlds.


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>>620
>Nation Name: The Blacktron Enclave
>Nation Colour: Neon-ish Yellow.
>Nation Location: Somewhere in the Orion sector of the galaxy.
>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus:
[Unity] +5 to building rolls

It is the time for the banner of Blacktron to spread beyond that of Blackland, and for such a task to be done, we need ships, spaceships.

1: Begin construction of a fleet of Battrax spaceships, in order to soon venture out into the void to tackle the Classia's rule.
2: We need a Plastic Smeltery in order to supply ourselves with the bricks that we need to construct the tools of unity. Build it in Blackland, so that we don't need to go far to reach it for our bricks.

Rolled 19, 71 = 90 (2d100)

>>621
>Nation Name: The Living Empire
>Nation Color: Blue
>Nation Location: The middle of Norma-Outer, in the middle circle thing.
>Nation Fluff: Long ago, we were normal. Our planet was rich with life. Our families smiled brightly at the start of each day. Very little war. We were normal. We were so close. Thats when the plague started, it swept through our planet like a wildfire. So many died. Millions of bodies laid in the streets, rotting and decomposing in the air. We didn't su-We survived though. A great inventor by the name of Norman came up with a machine that converted us to plas-A great inventor came up with a machine that cured us of our disease. We all died and became mach-We all lived and rebuilt our great empire. Now we construct great factories to produce more of our kind out of plastic and st-Now we construct homes for each of our happy families in the great suburbs. Smile for the camera, dears. Everyone thinks that we are perfect, don't let them think any different.
>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: [Ostriches in the sand] While your people don't need things such as food they do poorly if they don't go about the motions. You will not lose population for lack of food, but instead get a cuulative negative to your rolls the longer you go without proper food. And +5 to any rolls to convince your people that nothing is wrong.

1) Henry stared emotionlessly at the broken computer screen before him, his pla-fleshy fingers lanced over the keyboard as he typed up the new research report for his boss. Everything was normal at the lab, they were looking into how to build better designer handbags and testing new makeup formulas on some pape- on some chimpanzees. Everything was normal except one project. It was some code-named project about plasti-…. Henry's core processor kicked into overdrive as he internalized the fact that he wasn't human anymore and shifted into the collective. They needed to live. They needed to be normal. For Norman and the other humans out there. They could not be normal if their bodies broke easily. So, Henry or Node 5604 walked down to the lab and joined the others who had awoken for a brief amount of time in their research. Dura-Plastic. Just as light and easily moldable as regular plastic but as strong as steel. It would revolutionize the way that the factories worked and would make their bodies far less prone to breaking in both normal life and in war. From the start of that day, Henry worked on the project until he started to fall asleep once again. Node 5604 could felt memories being changed or even erased as Henry once more came to the forefront of their shared mind….. Henry frowned as he realized that it was night as he stepped out from the office, he was losing more and more time every incident. He really needed to go see a doctor. (Research Dura-Plastic)

2) Janet smiled as she stared up at the promotional posters that were laid out around the cafeteria, she smashed a hotdog into her mouth and selectively ignored the fact that half of it smeared on her lips while the rest fell to the ground. She ignored the fact that her skin was white and that her voice was several pitches off than how she remembered it was before the plague. Everything is fine, nothing is wrong. Janet smiled as she repeated her personal motto, crossing the cafeteria to get back to her place of the work. The Bureau of Space and Defense. She didn't question why it was placed inside a strip mall or why that strip mall had heavy defense turrets at each corner. She was good at ignoring such things. She got back to work within a few minutes with the efficency of a machine. (Start construction of Survey Ship)

Rolled 93, 22 = 115 (2d100)

>>621
>Nation Name: The Peace Society
>Nation Color: Whatever color available, please notify me as such
>Nation Location: Near the galactic center in the Orion spiral
>Nation Fluff: Perhaps what the humans based angels off of, these beings vow to bring peace to the galaxy and save all spiral races souls from damnation. Their military is almost non existent at this point in favor of teaching young races the way of love and collecting minerals from dead worlds. Their upbringing was very savage upon their home planet, Purgatory, and they move forward day by day, better after every moment from those times.

>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets:
>Nation Ground Forces:
>Nation Tech:
>Nation Minerals:
>Nation Bonus: [Peace unto all] With tenants of mercy and good neighbourship your people set upon the stars, wishing to save all from the fate of war. You gain a +10 bonus to any diplomacy/peace related roll but -10 to any roll dealing with war in any way. You also gain a +5 to rolls when mining dead worlds.

1-2; Gather the Cherub and acquisition the required resources to construct The Sword of Lilith, A World Class Mining Vessel.

>Nation Name: The Eugenicists
>Nation Color: Dark Cerulean
>Nation Location: Located on the southernmost point of the Orion arm
>Nation Fluff: SPACE NAZIS
>Nation Population: 7 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus: [Perfection from Within] With the aid of The Outsiders, your people have become adept at modifying the genetic code of your people. +5 to rolls pertaining to genetics and the like.

1. Begin construction of a Subject Caste Colonization Fleet, a fleet of ships owned by Subject Caste governors tasked with spreading Eugenicist influence to other worlds. Eugenicist ships use no artifical intelligence or robotics– every system is manually run by drones of Subjects.
2. Begin research of Project Neophyte, a military tech that allows the Eugenicists to create their first genetically altered units, which are Neophytes; basic ranged and melee foot soldiers of the Project Caste that have enhanced senses and endurance. Neophytes have the least free will of all Projects; extreme mental conditioning leaves them as mindless drones designed terminate infidels.

Rolled 57, 38 = 95 (2d100)

>Nation Name: Freie Liebe
>Nation Color: Pink
>Nation Location: Somewhere close to someone else preferably
>Nation Fluff:
Once upon a time and under a different name the men and women of Freie Liebe were a warrior people. Dedicated to war and war alone their industry strived to meet the ever demanding needs of their endless and brutal conquest. World after world fell to their technological supremacy and calculating skill, taking the resources as they went, growing their army in power and weaponry until no others could match them. It would appear however that there had been a resource these warriors were running out of. People. With countless wars of conquest and glory, strict military lifestyle and little to no leisure having a family was a luxury only few could afford and many gave up on this privelege in light of dedicating their life to the one true god, the god of war.
And so the Empire they had created crumbled, not defeated by an enemy but by it's own inability to sustain itself, forever to fall silent among the stars. With only their homeworld and a few million of their kind remaining they took to making up for their own weakness the only way they knew how. Biological engineering. Greatly increased hormone production, increased physical symetry and a lot more was what in the end saved the people that had once sought to dominate the world. A baby boom was result of this drastic experiment. And soon, the one true god, the god of war, was forgotten. A new god took his place, a god of love and family. Now the people of Freie Liebe once more take to the stars. Not to conquer, but to handle their rapid overpopulation.

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>Nation Population: 10 Billion
>Nation Food Supply: Adequate
>Nation Military Fleets: None
>Nation Ground Forces: None
>Nation Tech: None
>Nation Minerals: None
>Nation Bonus:
+ [Like Rabbits they are] Add +3 Billion to your population. Due to the policies of your people, you gain population at a faster rate and get a +5 bonus when it comes to leisure activities.

1. Freie Liebe was a cozy world by any standard. Tightly packed with people the purple planet was already starting to get crowded, memories of the past only slept through in history class. But the time has come to look to the stars once more, to find new worlds to inhabit and spread the culture of Freie Liebe across the galaxy where it's people may prosper. To do so the first thing necessary will be a space elevator to get all the necessary stuff into space.

2. The second step will be the construction of a space construction yard. With the space elevator supplying the resources it should become easy to construct larger space vessels where they belong. In space. After all nobody needed to know, but even though being cozy was a nice thing, resources could get scarce in the future.

>>939
A pic for the nation