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OOC: I been using the guidelines sticky in the forum: 1RL Day = 15 Days IC: We are in the midst of opening a public elementary and secondary school to serve our employees living in the city who have children. We will name both in your country's honour, Zargathia Primary and Tojimaru Secondary.

Singapore Corporation spelled wrong on map. Please fix on update?

Number of days in Singapore: 180 days Current Week's Reconstruction Agenda: -Overhaul of industrial complex -Accepting residential and commercial applications -Establishing public services Completed Reconstruction Projects: -Power and Water - Restored -City Aura - Good -Security Level - Excellent, Singapore Administrative Law (Section 1) & Singapore Security Department created -Port Operations: 65% capacity available -Refinery Operations: 70% capacity available -Airport Operations: Fully Operational -Access to South New Wales: causeway to mainland restored, trade and transport agreement signed with SNW government. Population: Clientele Residential - 21,120 Employed Residential - 6,721 Total Permanent Residential - 27,841 The city lives again! The brilliant lights of Singapore's skyline lights up in a spectacular golden aura against the darkening night, for the first time on decades. Most of these buildings are still empty of people, but the ceremony demanded that the city shall not be dark tonight. Fireworks burst over the skyline in celebration. The city has been resurrected after six months of toil by the thousands of workers and contractors working night and day. Now, people can once again populate the empty homes and streets, the city's economy can now truly grow, and Singapore can once again retain its position as a trading sea hub of Southeast Asia. Much had to be done still, but it was a true beginning nonetheless. Administrator Chin mingles with his guest of honor at the Fullerton Hotel's grand dining hall. Many of them represent the international interests that had invested billions in Singapore's reconstruction, and Chin spared no expense in making them welcome into the grand city they had help rebuilt. Fine white wine is serve, a classical band plays their music as the guest chat and dance, and throughout the night the hotel's kitchen puts out gourmet refreshments. Business is good, now that Singacorp has a filled coffer and business opportunities to rely on for revenue. 21,000 former-Singaporeans have already bought up prime residential housing and will be moving in within the month. Many of them were affluent and rich families, the exact kind of clientele Chin needs to rely on for the first few years. With yet no large industry sector to attract a large middle-class population, Singapore will have to become the exclusive city of the rich. Plans have been lay out to convert a part of the city into a super shopping district and a tourist paradise. Casinos, night clubs, theatres, etc, will be built first to bring revenue from tourism. Next will come the top-class private academies, medical and plastic surgery clinics, spas, and everything else needed to fulfill the needs of a burgeoning upper class. Singapore, will become the magnificent jewel that Chin had dream of...and more. Outside in Terminal A, the work camp is in a uproar as workers and engineers celebrate their work with an all out party of pop music and dancing. Terracotta security personnel watch closely by for troublemakers and drunkards, but the celebration is sober if a bit frenzied. Operative Elliot Ling sucks on a cigarette as he monitors the perimeter around a makeshift stage. Men crowd and cheer around the stage, where scantily-clad women dance to the music blaring out from the camp PA system. He sees one of the dancers eye him, her sizeable breasts juggling in front and pulling his attention as they gleamed in the halogen lights. He smiles at her, she smiles back. A bump on his shoulder breaks his trance, and Elliot turns to see Jack grinning down at him. "Enjoying the show?" Jack hands Elliot a beverage can before he can respond. "Don't worry, its soda. So how's the leg?" Jack asks as he takes a sip from his drink. Elliot throws his cigarette on the ground before opening the beverage. "Still hurts a bit at night when I sleep, but its good." He gulps down the drink, subtlety turning his head back to the dancer, but she wasn't looking his way anymore. "Five more days, our contract ends and we get a ticket home," Jack softly said over the sound of the crowd. "Though I'll admit, I'm gonna miss this place. A lot better than the other hell holes you and I were in, ey mate?" "Beats getting sand in your $@! any day." "Sure does...." "...You know, the SSD here is looking for deputies. I been thinking of joining." "What? A cop? Yea I know about Security Department hiring. A measly 45 grand a year! We just made 40 grand alone in 6 months. Back in RA we were making 10 grand a month working mil-contracts. Dam mate, why you want to miss out on that?" "I got shot man...it made me think, seriously. I could had f@#ing die out there that night. I'm 26 now, and for seven years I been running around with a gun strap to my @ss and getting shot at. I want a new life, marry a nice gal and have kids, grow old to see them have kids. I don't want the risks anymore. F-ing tired of it. F-ing whole reason I'm chain-smoking like a lab monkey." "Woah, chill out mate. Why don't you just retire, you got the money right?" "Can't, I got an older sister with debts back in Guangzhou. Whole reason I joined Terra to be a gun for hire. I know its stupid, but shes the only family I got. Almost have them paid off, just need to work for a few more years. I can do it as a street cop on 45 grand a year." "...You got a sister?" "Yea, you probably wondering why I never told you ey you prick? The point is, I don't think I can live through another contract." "Hey mate, if you're that serious about it, then take the job. Hell, maybe I'll join you, open up a cigarette store, you know? Maybe marry your sister," Jack winks. "Everyday you come down to my shop for a pack, you can watch me fondle her in front of you." "You wish man, you wish..." Elliot grins back. "Fat chance she'll marry a loser like you mate." "Better chance than you with that dancer once she sees the nicotine stains on your teeth." Before Elliot can reply, the noise of a scuffle breaks the air. An engineer and a laborer were throwing fists at each other just below the stage. "Time to get to work," Jack said as he pulls out a stun baton. The two operatives push through the crowd, shouting at the brawlers. Over them, fireworks continue to burst in symphony.

That will be acceptable, seeing how things are going with the Asian Super Rail, we'll be hard press not to accept direct access to building materials with demands as they are. As for the issue of workers, we prefer to use our own inside contractors. Instead of workers, perhaps you can provide us with aircraft? We are short on helicopter lifters and pilots, they will certainly speed up reconstruction efforts. That was the previous government's goodwill, we cannot simply take their favours as ours. We insist on paying you back when possible.

OOC: I'm gonna help out comrade nikonov here and add some suggestions into making his blimps plausible. 1. Resealing Envelope - the outer envelope has a resealing compound sealed between it, similar to self-sealing fuel tanks in fighters. Any bullet puncture is sealed by the compound. Note: Alternative, the envelope skin can be made from aramid or even carbon nanotube fiber , but as mention before, Southern Tang only has a ww2 tech level, but perhaps he can import it from a more advanced nation? 2. CIWS - While I did bring up the point about targeting accuracy, I forgot about gyroscopic stabilizing. Sorry Nikov . I suspect even CIWS onboard naval ships will have a computer gyro stabilizer to compensate for any drift in its firing platform. Note: I will not use 5.56 rounds for a CIWS that's meant for taking out missiles and jet aircraft. 20mm and 30mm rounds are the norm cause they have better range and velocity than smaller calibers. With a smaller round, by the time the missile comes into range, its probably too late. But seriously, CIWS don't really work, there hasn't been a single confirmed report of a CIWS taking out a missiles in combat last I check. Anti-missile missiles like the RAM are much more effective. Plus, missiles are predominantly recoiless. 3. The use of a airship as a AWACS and COMM platform is completely doable, if less practical than using conventional fixed wing. Also, I recommend Nikov look into hybrid airship concept.

The Corporation of Singapore will like to ask if its possible for the Inter-Asia Rail run service to our island nation as well. We currently restoring a bridge to the mainland and it is capable of support rail service.

Investment accepted. Singacorp thanks you greatly for supporting SSI! We are interested in your proposal. We will follow up on it soon. OOC: I might adopt your currency as my own, if its okay with you. OOC: Your generous investment has been accepted, we are grateful for Promise Land's support for our city's future. We are deeply surprised by Austria's donation to us, but we are a business and will not accept any charitable aid. We will treat these funds as a loan, and will pay them back in due time. Nevertheless, we thank you for your immense support! The Satnam House near City Hall has been prepared for your diplomatic team for use. Living quarters have been reserved at the Fullerton Hotel. Security will be provided by Terracotta operatives, but provisions and passes has been prepare should you prefer to bring your own security team. Thank you once again for doing business with Singacorp. We look forward to Dragonsia's future investment into our great venture. ---

PRIVATE With Dragonsia now also wanting to be part of this Asian Super Railway, Singacorp feels that this project is threatening the importance of the Malacca Strait, hence Singapore, in regional trade. We might just have to do something about it...

Number of days in Singapore: 60 Current Week's Reconstruction Agenda: General renovation of residential and commercial buildings City-wide clean-up Overhaul of industrial complex Completed Reconstruction Projects: Power and Water - Restored Clearing City of Trespassers - Security Level Excellent Port Operations: 5% capacity available Refinery Operations: 10% capacity available Airport Operations: Fully Operational Access to South New Wales: causeway to mainland restored, trade and transport agreement signed with SNW government. Commercial Operations: Operating oil refinery and port at limited capacity ------------------------------ Investment Consortium Singacorp is now accepting foreign investments from national governments in the various reconstruction projects we have planned. If you are interested, please post the amounts you wish to invest under the desired project. Singapore Shipping International Profolio Your investment will go into expanding the city's in-house freight and shipping provider. Your money will go into buying new vessels and help SSI grow into a premium shipping service that handles specialized and high-risk cargo such as nuclear waste, government transactions, delivery of military goods, humanitarian aid, or items of discrete nature. SSI will be shaped into a totally secure and confidential business that offer customers round-the-clock service around the globe. For your investment, you will receive 15% interest on your invested principle in ten years as well as VIP status in our clientele with 20% discount on all contracts. Minimal investment: $10,000,000 Fund Target: $100,000,000 Singapore Real Estate Redevelopment Project Profolio Most of Singapore's great residential and commercial structures are still standing strong, but decades of wear and neglect has made them unsuitable for living or working. Singacorp is determined to bring them back to life, so that we can provide new residents and businesses with the best environment to live and work in. Your investment will go into bringing these buildings back to proper code, as well as pay for improvements that will redefine urban living in the city. First phase of this project is to restore 200 prime locations in the downtown Central Area. Investors will receive 1% of future lease and sales profit revenue for every $25,000,000 invested into the redevelopment project for the next 30 years. Alternatively, a permanent 5% share in the venture can be bought at 500 million dollars per share, capped at 30% or six shares per investor. A total of nine shares is available (45% total). Reconstruction Partnership Profolio Reconstructing Singapore is a massive endeavor, the capital to sustain it is more than what one private corporation can muster up. As a ReCon Partner, you will endow a one time investment of $5 billion to help Singapore reestablish its schools, hospitals, public transit, and other city services needed for it to support a well-provided and prosperous population. In return, your nation's military vessels will be granted unrestricted access to the Strait of Singapore as well as rights to moor and resupply in Singapore, indefinitely.

ooc: lol, fixed wing isn't fuel inefficient. And caseless ammunition still has recoil. But if you want balloons, than have your balloons. I still think its silly...

ooc: There is no way something like that can be used as an CIWS platform. The moment the CIWS fires, the whole thing will start drifting from the recoil and your rounds will drift off as well. Not to mention, there's a huge blindspot where the gas envelope is. What's wrong with using fixed-wing?

Number of days in Singapore: 30 Current Week's Reconstruction Agenda: General renovation of residential and commercial buildings Restarting operation of Jurong Island refineries and Changi Airport Restoring access to New South Wales Completed Reconstruction Projects: Power and Water - Restored Clearing City of Trespassers - 332 people detained and deported, 31 vessels captured, 1364 kg of illicit drugs seized, 62 firearms confiscated Commercial Operations: Auctioning of abandoned Singaporean military stores Elliot Ling stared up at the white ceiling of his infirmary tent. A constant pain picked at him from his right thigh. He was sleeping on a white cot surrounded by medical apparatuses. A nurse was looking up his chart on his left. "Well Mr. Ling, looks like you'll be good to walk by tomorrow," the nurse smiled. "Can I get a cigarette now?" Elliot asked impatiently. "No Mr. Ling, the doctor specifically said no smoking for the next two months," the nurse answered back politely. "Give yourself two weeks to recover before doing anything strenuous. I'd submitted a injury report to Human Resource to let them know that you won't be working till then." The nurse gave one last smile and excused herself from the tent. Bugger. For the last two weeks hes been immobilized in the infirmary, recovering from a bullet wound. That night in Senoko, things had gotten hot, and a firefight broke up between his squad and the smugglers. As it turned out, the old natural gas powerplant had been made into a drug lab, specifically a heroin lab. Inside the plant, they had uncovered several dozen pallets stacked with bagged heroin. Running the lab was a mixed group of Javans, Welsh and Daccans, all of them armed and a bit mad they had been interrupted. It all began when their SUV rolled up to the gate of the old power station to find it padlocked. On the streets leading to the plant, they had spotted a few shady men, but they ran off before the PMCs could detain them. Beckham and his men decided to pursue them, while Elliot and his squad moved on ahead to check out the power station. Jack took out a bolt cutter and snapped the padlock. As they swung open the gate, they heard voices yelling from the plant and figures moving in the shadows. "They know we're here...," Kim said, his rifle at the ready. "What's the plan Shiff? We bust in there shooting? Or do we play cops and read them their rights?" "Kim, shut up and get back into the car," Shiff ordered. They drove up the gate road and made a right turn into a parking lot surrounded by several buildings. As they got out of the SUV, two men walked into the beam of the vehicle's headlights. They were sporting AKs in hand. The squad drew their weapons. "Put the f-king gun down!" Jack screamed at them. "Sui, tell them to put down their guns dammit!" The two men blurted back angrily in Malay, raising their assault rifles at the operatives. "Put down your weapons, Put down your weapons!" Sui yelled in Malay. "You're trespassing on Singacorp property! We have warrants to detain you...!" The men ignored Sui, and began running backwards towards the main station structure, disappearing into the darkness. "Dammit," Jack swore out. "Alright, they don't like the fact we're here. Check your weapons and radio, we go in there hot. If any $@!-hole raises a weapon on you, shoot them in the head. Screw what the Boss said." Jack's face was sweating from the encounter. "Air One, this is Delta",he spook into his comm radio, "We're at the plant. We just met two gunmen who just ran back into the main station. We're going hot, could use some air support. Over." "....Roger Delta, you have clearance to engage if fired upon. I'll break off from Beckham and back you up. Lao Bai out." Moments later, the sound of whirring blades broke the air, and a Huey helicopter appeared above the station. A floodlight was mounted on the side of the Huey, and it was used to illuminate the darkness in front of the squad. Elliot's squad quickly advanced towards a entrance at the left wing of the station, their weapons trained forward ready to fire. Several men suddenly came out of the entrance and opened up fire. The operatives jumped into cover behind a few cars parked to side of a restraining wall. Above them, Lao Bai and a Terracotta sniper fired their weapons at the gunmen. "Delta, you're clear! Move and secure the left wing!" Lao Bai's voice shouted out from their radio. The operatives scurried out of cover and ran for the entrance. Inside, the hall of the left wing was empty and dark, save a few electric lanterns spaced across the floor. Not knowing the floor plan of the building, the operatives took up position at a corner and waited. Footsteps broke the silence, then from far down the hall, more gunmen came running. Eddie threw a flashbang around the corner. A ferocious flash and bang stunned the air and the gunmen screamed out. The squad swung from behind the corner and opened fire. Elliot took aim at the gunmen in front, and shot him in the leg. The blinded man collapsed down on the floor and fell on his face. Moments later, all of them fell on floor wounded or dead. "Put the gun down!" Kim yelled in English at a downed man who was still holding onto a pistol. The Chinese-Korean wacked the butt of his M16 on the man's arms, and the pistol dropped to the floor. The gunmens' weapons were kicked away and Sui began surveying and interrogating them. Meanwhile, Jack ordered Elliot and Eddie to watch the doorway. "We got three wounded and two dead," Sui said over the moans of the survivors. "One just told me there's ten more guys inside the station, said something about drugs. We just go straight down this hallway, make a left to some stairs and they should be down there." "They're probably ready for us," Jack murmured out. "I don't like the odds. It's ten against five." Suddenly, footsteps broke from behind them. A figure with a beret came into view and barked out at the operatives. "Friendlies coming through," Two men in Terracotta tactical gear, the observer and marksman, came up behind Lai Bao. Huh, boss?" Jack stood to attention. "What you doing here?" "I sent the chopper to pick up Beckham," said Lai Bao as he stared at the wounded gunmen. "Sui and Kim, give these men medical attention. Jack, Eddie, and Elliot - you're coming with me." Lai Bao led his men quietly down the hallway and to the stairs that Sui mentioned. At the bottom of the stairs there was a closed metal door. A sign above it told them it led to the lower main floor of the station. Lai Bao opened the door slowly, chatter of voices spat out behind it. Lai Bao motioned his men to stand back. He fired his pistol into the ceiling and shouted out into the darkness. "This is Singacorp security! We have a warrant to remove all trespassers from this area!" His voice carried like a lion's roar. "If you have any weapons, drop them on the floor, and put your hands up!" "Fook yu mata'facka!" A burly voice screamed in reply. A burst of bullets impacted the door. "Flashbang boss?" Eddie asked the op supervisor. "...No, they're probably behind cover," Lao Bai replied. "We'll wait for Beckham, have him sneak up on their rear." "Me and Eddie can find a way around," Elliot offered. "Then have Beckham join up with us." Lao Bai thought for a moment, than nodded. "There should be a door at the south side of this building. Find it and breach it. If they're done, send Kim or Sui down here to reinforce us." The two operatives ran back the way they came. Back in the hallway, Sui and Kim were bandaging up one of the gunmen who was shot in the shoulder. "Hey! Boss said if you're done, one of you needs to join up with him at the stairs," Elliot yelled out as he ran pass them. "Where are you going?!" Kim asked in surprise. Elliot didn't answer back, he and Eddie popped out from the left wing entrance and headed along the south wall to find a door. Blocks of machinery hugged the side wall, Elliot and Eddie kept close to them for cover. The night was dark, the only light being a slimmer of moonlight. As they neared the middle of the station building, they heard something moving in front. They jumped into cover behind a ventilation unit, Elliot took out his flashlight and shone it into the darkness. Figures danced in the light, then the flash of a muzzle. Bullets sprayed onto their cover, bullets ricocheting off metal. Eddie lean out and fired his UMP in burst at the blazing flashes of guns. Elliot followed, climbing over the ventilation unit and fired his gun in controlled bursts. Eddie stopped to reload, then returned to firing. The exchange went on for three minute. The gunmen were behind cover as well, and neither side dared stepped out from it. Then, from the south, the sound of a helicopter coming in. The gunmen heard it and retreated, shooting wildly as they withdrew. Eddie poke his head out and saw them disappear into a doorway. From above, the helicopter hovered over them with its spotlight scanning the perimeter. Elliot waved his flashlight at it, and the spotlight suddenly locked onto them. A rope fell to the ground and an operative zip-lined down, followed by five others in succession. A Caucasian man with blonde hair approached Elliot and spoke. "Sorry we're late, so what's going on?" "Glad you can make it Mister Beckham," Elliot replied. He explained to the handsome British operative Lai Bao's plan. Beckham nodded and signaled his men, all if them masked in balaclavas. None of them said a word. The operative surrounded the access door that gunmen had escape through, threw in a flash bang and popped in with weapons forward. They found a open dark section of the station. Moonlight from high windows broke some of the darkness, but only barely. A maze of pipes snaked above and around them. No sight of gunmen. Beckham took out a night-vision goggle from his bag and sported it on. He signaled to his men to move forward, Elliot and Eddie followed quietly behind. They turned towards the west and crossed the darkness and came up on a door. Beckham checked it, it was locked. He peered through the door's small window. The room on the other side was pitch dark as well. "No way in," He whispered. "Too dangerous to breach, could be bobby-trapped. We're out of luck boys." Then, one of Beckham's men pointed to vent off to the side and above them. Beckham grinned in response. "Good thinking lad! Charlie, cover the door." The vent was fifteen feet above them, too high to jump. But Beckham had an idea, he took out a spare zipline from his pack, and threw it over a overhanging pipe. After knotting it, Beckham started to climb. At the top, he prodded the old rusty mesh cover with his gun, then, pushing his feet off the wall, he swung kick into the cover and broke through. There was a few seconds of silence, than the sound of gunfire. It lasted for a moment then died as suddenly as it began. "Clear!" Beckham's voice cried out. The locked door clicked, and it swung open. Beckham popped out from the dark. "Let's go." He handed a pair of electric lamps to one of his men and Eddie. As they hurried into room on the other side, their lamps illuminated two bodies on the floor. Beckham had taken them out with a single shot in each their heads. A catwalk circled the walls of the room, and as they climbed a stair, Elliot could see the vent beside the catwalk where Beckham had infiltrated through. Beckham led them through a door on the catwalk, and they entered into the next section of the building. This section was brightly lighted, florescent lights and power cables hanged from the catwalks. As he looked down below, they saw rows of white table counters laden with apparatuses, liquid containers, and glass tubes. In a corner, a generator ran. "Bloody hell, its a drug lab..." Beckham said under his breath. "Alright, Charlie, Ford, and Nixon, you guys take the left stairs, the rest of you follow me." They split into two and descended down the pair of stairs on each side of the catwalk. Elliot saw a figure come out from a door at the far side of the lab and fired a single shot. The man fell, but three more man came out behind him and took cover behind the table counters. Then all hell broke lose. Glass shards flew and chemical containers burst in the hailstorm of bullets. Elliot took cover behind some machinery on the right, while Beckham hid behind a nearby table counter. "Lao Bai, we're through!" he spat into his radio. "Engaging three! One down! Boys, give me covering fire!" The op supervisor started crawling through the row of tables. Elliot pop out and sprayed his UMP at the gunmen. He ducked back behind cover as a hail of rounds hammered his cover. He reloaded and returned fire. Suddenly, the lights began to die. Elliot look to his side and saw Beckham's men shooting out the florescent lights. "What the hell?" he thought to himself, just as 7.62 round bounced off the floor and hit him in the thigh. Elliot felt a sharp intense pain just as the room went dark with the last florescent tube bursting into a spark of blue. He fell onto floor, screeched out something ungodly. He held onto his right calve and felt wet blood on his polyester pants. A voice cried out to him, it was Eddie. He screamed out as someone touched his wound. A flashlight shone into his eyes. "Elliot? You alright? Jeez." He blanked out after that, and the last thing he remembered was being put into the helicopter and Lao Bai yelling in the background. When he woke up the next morning, he found Jack sitting beside his cot in the infirmary. Jack had grinned, and without saying anything, threw a plastic bag with the ricochet bullet into his lap. Later on, he learned that Beckham had taken out all three of the gunmen after the lights were shot. Afterwards, Lao Bai threw a flash through his door just as Beckham engaged the last six men covering their position. The two sides converged, and the gunmen were neutralized. Five survivors were detained and inside the station they found 800 kg worth of heroin stockpile. A further 200 pounds kg churned up in a nearby warehouse. "So what happen to the drugs?" he asked Eddie on one visit. "The Board had it incinerated. 70 million dollars up in smoke," Kim told him. "Jack said it was a f-ing waste."

"Sounds good. Two of our subsidies can provide freight shipping for your goods to SST. As for investment into our ALON patent, if you are willing to invest $250 million dollars into the venture, we will sell ALON exclusively to your nation for the first twenty years of the plant's operation. And of course, a diplomatic station will certainly be welcome."

"Namely, our biggest businesses will be refining petrol, various synthetic rubbers, and cargo shipping. We are also planning on building a plant to produce our patented ALON ballistic alumina-glass for defense and personal security applications. In return, we can import raw material, steel, and technical expertise from Cochin."