12-01-2025, 12:21 AM
Aprtr Szienz Research Facility, secret location, Jelbic People's Soviet Republic of Vanuku (WJZR), 5 May 5599, 10:21
His eyes widened ever further as he read the document the Minister just handed to him. "And the entire Politburo wants this?" Bulut P'ílkotr nodded. The Minister of Defence had once been an officer in the Royal Guard, the grizzled soldier had renounced the monarchy and now headed the largest Jelbic military. "Unanimous approval, the Wrntuhiko signed off on it too." This document was his wildest dream, something he had dreamed about but never expected. The addition of the pro-nuclear Green Scourge to the Politburo had given him hope, but more an expanded nuclear reactor research kind of hope. "We will pick up where the reactionaries left off, Comrade Minister." The minister stared deep into his soul for a while, nodded, and left.
A century ago a project had been started, the fascists had called it Skrjintifetak'ai, the harbinger of chaos. An ominous and dark name for something that deserved respect. The monarchists after were more traditional, with Bunjamín ordered a program called Ztarmojad III, or scourge, as the previous two projects under guidance of the Banmek-Sntazed's had been called. The document in front of him had a much simpler and more innocent word: H'áberz. The messenger. And what a message it would carry. There had been missiles plenty, even ICBM's, the royalist missile drills amidst the siloes had never been recalled. The program to create a new payload however had been. But now they were back on. He suspected the escalations with Beiteynu were a part of it, war was close and the great Soviet Republic would need everything to defend itself against the reactionary unenlightened.
His eyes widened ever further as he read the document the Minister just handed to him. "And the entire Politburo wants this?" Bulut P'ílkotr nodded. The Minister of Defence had once been an officer in the Royal Guard, the grizzled soldier had renounced the monarchy and now headed the largest Jelbic military. "Unanimous approval, the Wrntuhiko signed off on it too." This document was his wildest dream, something he had dreamed about but never expected. The addition of the pro-nuclear Green Scourge to the Politburo had given him hope, but more an expanded nuclear reactor research kind of hope. "We will pick up where the reactionaries left off, Comrade Minister." The minister stared deep into his soul for a while, nodded, and left.
A century ago a project had been started, the fascists had called it Skrjintifetak'ai, the harbinger of chaos. An ominous and dark name for something that deserved respect. The monarchists after were more traditional, with Bunjamín ordered a program called Ztarmojad III, or scourge, as the previous two projects under guidance of the Banmek-Sntazed's had been called. The document in front of him had a much simpler and more innocent word: H'áberz. The messenger. And what a message it would carry. There had been missiles plenty, even ICBM's, the royalist missile drills amidst the siloes had never been recalled. The program to create a new payload however had been. But now they were back on. He suspected the escalations with Beiteynu were a part of it, war was close and the great Soviet Republic would need everything to defend itself against the reactionary unenlightened.