John Connor

'Well you could...' he said conspiratorially before laughing quite suddenly. 'With your blessing Jarl, I will begin the process of organizing a nationwide vote for the end of the year. Would be be possible for the Rikes assistance in organising the vote in terms of resources, information distribution and the likes?'

'Sounds good to me if I'm honest. Where do I sign?'

I vote for myself. Vote for me bcause time travel.

But now you are changing your details after they have been pointed out during wartime. Do the decent thing and RP your mistakes for what they are and learn from them in later posts.

KH:58U > yes, the 'U' varient, you never specified. MiG-31BM- yes, the 'BM varient', you never specified. Missles can be detected at the point of launch by the use of thermal imaging satellites, wether markus has RP'd developing these I dont know. Missiles can be fired from the ground aswell by a direct feed, you dont need to get a bomber in the air to fire it. Those are SCUDs, not mobile surface to air, that was also over twenty years ago, it still took around thirty minutes to get the TEL moving to nearby Wadis and hardcover. Not to mention the EM shit the coalition was struggling with which caused the SCUD's to be hard to identify.

I have major problems with directors post here: http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/topic/125724-fur-das-vaterland/?p=3368023 I'll make a list: 1) Ballistic missiles dont carry electronic warfare suites 2) Ballistic missiles dont carry decoys 3) Ballistic missiles CANNOT do evasive manouvers at the best of times, nevermind in the terminal phase of attack. (This is why they made anti ship ballistic missiles because they can move slightly) 4) You cannot stealth shield a missile to hide it or in any way reduce its profile enough to make it hard to detect due to the massive rocket firing out of the back of it giving it a whopping great big heat signature. 5) This is godmodding, it takes more than a few minutes to unpack, fire and repack and start moving a mobile missile unit, Markus's missiles had already bee fired and would be travelling at over a thousand mph. Common sense would dictate that alot of these sites would of been hit. 7) The Mig-31 doesnt carry an electronic warfare suite as far as I know either. 8) The Kh-58 missile has a range of 120km, not 250km. 9) Iskander missiles cannot be retargetted, nor can they hit moving targets because they are ballistic missiles. I would recommend some basic research and alterations to the post itself to reflect the inaccuracies. -EDIT- Disclaimer, if anything in the above is wrong, feel free to point it out with a source link proving it. Double edit: removed point 6 as i was proven wrong.

Haakon couldn't believe his ears. He returned to his seat, took a pull on his smoke and exhaled. 'So, let me get this straight. In exchange for my unwavering loyalty and that of Norway through a series of agreements and treaties to ensure nothing changes on the surface in a disruptive fashion, and a military alliance of an unbreakable nature, you will allow our Independence AND finance our state?'

Or everybody just has the same tech, 2014 tech. Sounds good to me because people can't argue about it anymore.

The difference is whilst you have offered 'compromise' from a positon of strength, Markus has never needed to offer compromise. Your idea of compromise is laughable and tbh, can't really be taken seriously.

But nobody plays this?

For what its worth, I strongly believe that a points system similar to RP40 or RPA should be implemented for militaries, and that if nuclear weapons are abolished, (I believe they should be but did not vote as such), then they should be exchanged for points for further military customisation. Great poll by the way.

'I appreciate that the central Government is taking me seriously Jarl, I was worried that I would be seen as a troublesome upstart or arrested for attempted insurrection or something silly' he finished, laughing slightly before returning to buisiness. 'I believe its in the Rikes best interests to allow Norway its independence, to break apart the sovereign union between the states. We Norwegians are proud, you know this, and for the longest time our fate has been tied to Nordisk Rike, even after the great war and the re-emergence of the world. Apart from allowing a former sovereign state the opportunity to regain its pride and independence, to give them a chance at standing on two feet instead of being propped up by the central Government, I can't give you a solid political reason for allowing a secession. I can sign agreements and pacts with you until my hands no longer work Jarl, but it won't change the fact that we are our own state' he said, leaning into his briefcase for a moment and pulling out a few documents and handing them over. 'These are my credentials which can be confirmed by the relevent people in Norway aswell as a comprehensive ten year plan if Independence is gained to steer Norway to further prosperity...' he trailed off, sitting back in his chair and pulling out a cigarette. 'I hope you don't mind' he said, moving towards a window and lighting it up, breathing deep. Staring out over Oslo for a moment, thinking. 'Jarl, I was born to be a King of Norway, like my father before me and it is with the bitterest taste that I accept his actions were the best course of action at the time, but we live in a different world now so I ask you now. Will you let me do the job I was born to do, to let me raise my banners over Oslo and bring the Norse people together again as a seperate state. I ask for a chance.'

He remained in silence as he took the seat gestured to him and listened intently as the Jarl continued. When she finished, it would take Haakon a moment to think of the right way to start this conversation. 'It it a great surprise I must admit, though an outcome I held as an option. I knew the Governor of Norway doesnt have the authority to permit what I would be asking from him, so either he would pass my request onto the central Government, or say no outright, so I did know that at some point I would be meeting with yourself or another high ranking official from Stockholm' he said clearly, leaning back a little in his chair to adjust his position. He suffered a minor back injury in the war that still bothered him from time to time. 'My Jarl, before I begin what I want to request, is it possible for you to tell me what the information has passed through the rumour mill to the Rikes ears? For if it is anything less than the truth, I must provide the correct information, I am sure you understand, one officer to another, a decision cannot be made and words cannot be spoken without the whole picture on view.' he finished, appealing to her military service as a reason to glean as much information as possible so that he could provide the true information from his dossiers in the briefcase.

Shut the fucking fuck up about your fucking missiles Mael and Triyun. Christ. Triyun dont fucking bite, Mael is a troll of colossol propertions and you know it so save us all the headache and let him sit smug and ignorant, missing the entire point of the thread at hand. Mael take your gloating to another thread because your just derailing the purpose of this one.

Haakon waited patiently until he was informed he was to proceed to the Governors office. Standing, cap under arm, briefcase in his other hand, he strode confidently around the hallways until finally reaching his destination, the large oak door of the Governor. He waited for a moment, composing himself, straightening his uniform and taking a deep breath. Time slowed down as his hand reached down to the knob of the door. He never found himself nervous before, or fearful. He survived the wars, nothing scared Haakon, but for the first time since he first came under fire, he felt a tremor of fear race down his spine. Time accelerated and he entered the room. His build was athletic, he was rather tall and his beard was neatly kept. His broad frame dominated the doorway for a moment as he moved into the room, taking note of the gasmask clad guardsmen until his eyes were drawn to a figure he was not expecting to see at all. The Jarl of Diplomacy was a woman of fearsome repute. Lykke Nova was only known to Haakon by name and pictures. Having never met her himself, he found himself curious as to how this meeting might go after all, it was not the norm for someody who only answers to the King to deal with things in person as far as Haakon knew, though he had been proved wrong before. She is as close to valhalla as the greatest Norse warriors without being killed if rumour mill was to be believed after her conduct in the war. 'Jarl Nova, a pleasure to meet you' he said smartly, before saluting her, a nod to her military past and shared experiences of the war. Different branches, same hell. 'Would it be presumptious to assume you are aware of my identity Jarl?' he said politely, remaining standing infront of the desk, he extended his hand.

It was a brisk morning in Oslo when Haakon Magnus left his estate on the edge of the city for his meeting with the Swedish authorities governing Norway. The snow was crunchy under his feet and his breath showed clearly in the air. In his early forties he was as fit as he was ever going to be through a lifetime of service in the former Norwegian navy as a junior officer before continuing in the Swedish navy. His tenure as a junior officer was short lived as he rose through the ranks to become a Captain of his own torpedo boat. His officer uniform still fitted perfectly and was immaculate as he sat in the back of the car to be driven to the meeting, his brain whirring at the possibilities that could arise from his meeting. He returned to thoughts of his former career. He left the Navy at around thirty-five to open his own company, which succeeded very well. His fleet of fishing boats made him tens of millions, allowing him to live like the King he knew he was destined to become if everything went to plan. Using his newfound wealth, he established himself a home, expanded his company and began getting involved with local politics to familiarize himself with the legislation and processes of Government before taking a degree and then a master degree in politics, all whilst immersing himself with government officials in Norway, using his old military connections to meet new people until he finally began communication with the people whose attention he really needed to get in order to restore independence and his fathers crown. His fathers’ legacy ended when he entered an agreement with Sweden in which he would allow the annexation of Norway in exchange for a position in the regional government in a consultation role as well as a general friendly face for the transition. However, the cost was that he would renounce all claims to the throne for himself and his heirs. He deemed it the best course of action for Norway as the military was only small and under funded in exchange for massive social and infrastructure funding and would not long survive an armed conflict, and so he and managed to negotiate an excellent arrangement which continued long after his death. Norway had done exceptionally well by Sweden and now boasted a strong economy, strong social security and excellent infrastructure. Now its future depended on Haakon’s silver tongue, twenty years of unblemished military service, and the last fifteen years spent creating jobs in Oslo, Fredrikstad, Risor and Kristiansand with his fishing fleets, processing factories, canning factories and the rest of the business assets he owns, as well as dedicating himself to bettering the standard of life enjoyed by Norwegians through a career in politics. His car arrived at the municipal building in Oslo, pulling up on the clean streets, with its clear air; snow dusting the roofs of buildings. He walked up the stairs and to his meeting. If you don’t ask, you don’t get, so he was going to ask for the restoration of his Kingship and sovereignty.

I would like to claim Greece/Sparta, simply keep it as Sparta. Im just gonna pick up where Zoot left off after altering the stats of course.

'The Siege of Washington DC' John stood far back from the seige lines seperating mankind from machine, every now and then bursts of plasma fire and heavy armour would light up the landscape as both sides traded fire. Standing over six feet tall and in his thirties, John was an imposing man, brutally scarred from years of fighting made looking at him quite difficult in the wrong light. He was heavily muscled and dark in the eyes, his beard cut and torn with thick scarring of the skin beneath. His clothes were faded and ripped in places, but the unmistakable patch of the US military on his arm, and the new, but not so new, 'TechComm' patch stitched to his red armband made him stand out amongst the leadership. With the war for all intents and purposes over, the Resistance leadership was forced to convene to discuss the formation of a civilian Government, but years of battle had turned most civilians into soldiers. Connor sat and listened to his commanders debate the point for days and days until they simply suggested that he remain in charge and assign people he thought best to Government offices. With a sigh he agreed and returned to his quarters. 'So it has come to this' he mused mentally, staring at the ceiling from his cot. The territory he now found himself responsible for was largely untouched by the future war, only its people were damaged. Since the transmission had gone out, tens of thousands of people had started entering resistance territory from the 'whitelands' surrounding the states. The population increasing daily as they registered with TechComm forces on the borders, issued passports and went on their way. It would take years for him to return his people to their feet and former standing. He stood up and walked over to his locker and opened it, taking out a chest. Taking out the key around his neck, he opened the chest and took out the contents. The last relic he owned of what he knew to be the old world, an old, tattered, slightly burned from gunfire and plasma, old glory. The stars and stripes, like most things he owned were faded. But it didnt stop him walking to the top of his command bunker and running it up the flag pole. Washington DC would fall one way or the other. He would send a delegate to the machines.

The war had raged for decades, millions were dead. When judgment day came, and the machines began their war against mankind, the meddling with timelines that followed created splinter realities and possiblities. One such fracture occured, causing the states of New York, Pennslyvania, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, Washington DC and The Virginias to more back in time as a group. Whilst the future war raged inside those states, outside those states returned to a state of pre-war existance. No old world nations remained, only new states, a new world. A world without Skynet and the machines. Only but now, this world did have machines. In a new world, with rekindled hope, The Resistance stepped up its game and took the war to Skynet to prevent this new timeline succumbing under the armoured alloys of the machine army. With no factories to speak of, the machines went on the defensive, until barely ten thousand remained, concentrated in a highly fortified location, too strong to be assaulted, but too weak to sally forth against mankind. With the war at a standstill. The Resistance sent out radio and internet messages to old world satellites and other communications to announce their emergence.

Ide like to claim the following states: New York Pennslyvania New Jersey Delaware Maryland Washington DC The Virginias Please label as 'The Resistance'

I'm looking for a trade circle if anybody can help me? Nation: The Human Resistance Ruler: John_Connor91 My Team: Black Link: http://www.cybernations.net/nation_drill_display.asp?Nation_ID=566842 Own Resources: Uranium, Oil

I'd like to join the RP if possible.