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<span style='font-size: 18px;'><span style='color: #b22222'><span class='bbc_underline'>"<em class='bbc'>We regret that the size of the multiverse has permitted them to exist for so long unchecked."</em></span></span><br />Remember, <em class='bbc'>I'M </em>the New Douche, not the other 7 New Guys. I'm <em class='bbc'>not</em> a Majority.</span><br />rKC4GSg.gif

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APPLICATION (ONLY FT)

 

REPUBLIC OF RUMSHIP

 

Capital: Rumship (Formerly Marseilles)

 

Government: Ungovernable (also Rumship)

 

Head of Rum: RUMSHIP, ALWAYS RUMSHIP (also The Honourable Captain Wolf Horatio O'Brien)

 

Location: Former Southern France (The seven southernmost provinces between Italy and Andor)

 

 

Hotel De Ville', Marseilles

 

Wolf awoke, it had been a difficult few days. He had not expected to get the offer of a second interdimensional portal device. Not that he had known or cared what it was of course, some of his crew had simply offered it up as a way to acquire more delicious...delicious rum. The scientist in question, a Dr Haustrom, was in the tenuous employ of the Katasian government and had provided a similar device to them. This was a shame, as they had often been meddlesome in Wolf's alcohol fueled capers though they had never yet managed to capture or subdue him due to the coincidental happenings he often invited.

 

Nobody was quite sure why but Wolf was very lucky, quite possibly the luckiest being to have ever existed. Similarly, nobody was quite sure how he developed or attained such a preternatural knack for attracting fortunate or unlikely events. Rumours had it he was a demi-god of some kind (what odd tryst bore this is omitted), others thought he might simply be an embodiment of pure luck, born of the cosmos and its propensity for strange jokes.

 

Many more believed he bore a resemblance to Artemius Horat, one of the earliest Katasian space travelers. A canidaen who had traversed the stars in some of the first, small, entropic warp capable ships. He had often done it alone, discovering planets, species and all manner of other wonders. It was alone, too, that he was presumed to have died after nothing was heard from his final voyage to a distant unmapped star cluster that has never since been found nor charted.

 

However these were not the thoughts pulsing through Wolf's head as he staggered to his feet after being thrown clear of his crashed ship in the center of Marseilles on this new, unfamiliar Earth. No, Wolf's booze battered thoughts were very much more like the following:

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

 

He stood and looked around, bleary eyed and blinking rapidly in the morning sun. Raising a paw to shield his eyes he used the other to wipe his scum encrusted muzzle. As he did this a secondary explosion occurred nearby and blew the jaunty tricorn, its colour long faded, he often wore into his waiting paw. Wolf placed this upon his head, instantly allowing him a greater view of events.

 

A small crowd had gathered, a few police officers among them. His faithful companion and first mate, Mr Mate, balanced precariously upon the branch of a nearby tree, evidently sleeping off the revelry of the night before. The thinning fur of Mr Mate's bushy vulpinaen tail gently malted the occasional clump onto the round below, attracting pigeons.

 

Wolf pushed down some bile. It had been a rough night, waking up in a different universe was certainly a first for his blackout episodes whilst inebriated, but here was a new world, full of new opportunities. He adjusted his translator before speaking to the assembled crowd.

 

"A'hm...ah'm in charge of dis here place right here now. So you's all better get m' some drink an' a comfortable recliner o' some kind or ye're gonna feckin' get it"

 

Quiet laughter followed. The townspeople were not quite sure how to react to this crazy hungover canine alien asserting sovereignty over them. Wolf soon had their full attention though as he withdrew an ancient looking flintlock pistol from among his many belts. The couple of assembled police officers pointed their own firearms at him

 

"Weapon! Freeze, don't do anything stupid!" they cried as Wolf swayed slightly before tripping over his own longcoat into a collection of nearby spilled canisters from a truck that had crashed due to the appearance of rapidly falling spacecraft. Doing so caused the flintlock pistol to drop to the ground, the shock of the impact then further causing its lock to crash forward and set off the black powder inside.

 

A single accidental shot rang out and all was silent for a while, save for a short, sharp hiss moving off into the distance. The silence persisted for a moment, no one quite sure exactly what was going on or what they should to deal with this situation.

 

They all knew to run away once the nearby Central Police Headquarters exploded, followed by the Town Hall building itself.

 

A mixture of neo-classical and baroque architecture rained down upon all those present as they ran or dived for cover. One of the police officers shot at Wolf only to have the bullet strike a piece of masonry as it fell past, rebounding and disarming him. The other officer dropped her weapon when she found the now very much awake Mr Mate had climbed down from the tree and had produced a wicked looking heavy rifle.

 

Members of Wolf's pirate crew crawled or walked out of their various destroyed ships and escape pods, all wielding similar weaponry and the willingness to use it. This was unnecessary, of course, as the explosion had also deposited the City Mayors vast gold chain about Wolf's neck via means unknown to all but the most precise scientific instruments. The old sea dog grinned as he looked up from the position on his back that he had fallen into.

 

It was only later that everyone discovered the bullet from his flintlock had lodged itself in a tiny but fragile power point on the outside of the Police building. This had caused an electrical fire in the evidence room which would have been a small issue were it not for the huge confiscation of illegal and very volatile mining explosives that had been temporarily stored there from a raid that morning.

 

Similarly the Town Hall was destroyed by a single canister that, upon Wolf knocking it over, had leaked highly pressurized gas and rocketed off into an upper window of the building in the blink of an eye. This had then made its way swiftly into the Mayor's Office, where a worried Mayor had been lighting his umpteenth cigarette to deal with having to store the dangerous and volatile mining explosives there from numerous corrupt dealings that now had to be swiftly hidden due to police action.

 

The brief flame had lit the vapour trail of the canister and it was only mere moments before the rest went up with it.

 

Meanwhile all across the South of France crashed ships were disgorging pirate crews from an unknown alien race and each was soon carving out their own little empires here.

 

 

3 Months Later

 

It wasn't too safe at night anymore, not since the Police had been disbanded. However this did not bother Second-Lieutenant Maghrin, an agent of the Katasian Ryk Intelligence Korp (RIK) and one of the scouts sent out by the Grand Fleet to look for signs of Katasian activity elsewhere ad report back on this new universe. As a human it had been easy to blend in and he soon slipped into a local bar before ordering a drink and sitting down in a quiet back booth to meet his contact.

 

It wasn't long before the slightly drunk and very disheveled Katasian he had met was spilling everything about life under the new regime

"Looksh" he plonked a paw roughly on the table "it's not brilliant, but it'sh not ash bad as they say. He'sh quite a responsive leader to peoplesh here when he can be bothered"

"Who can?"

"Captain Wolf of coursesh!" the Katasian eyed Maghrin suspiciously "you been...you beensh unda a rocksh kind of thing or somethin'?

"Oh, of course yes" replied Maghrin, repressing his surprise at hearing the name of the infamous pirate lord "you said he was administrating quite well here?"

"Wellsh yeah, we don't got bandits no more, that was a- it was a big problem for the first couple a' months"

"How did he deal with them?"

"Wellsh..."

 

 

1 Month Earlier

 

"Stop all dis' feckin' about an' don't be banditin' anymore ok?" shouted Wolf over the laughter of the assembled local organized criminals that had set themselves up with impunity after his takeover. He had come alone to parley with them and they seemed extremely amused by the drunken antics of the supposedly feared pirate king of Rumship, formerly this area of France.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it" sneered the man who seemed to be their leader, raising his weapon.

"No booze fer' five days or until ye think about what ye've done, whichever comes first I don' care, that's what ye get, ye sh***es"

 

The laughing grew louder as Wolf grew more exasperated. He withdrew his flintlock in a display of lightning speed and skill, firing it into the air and loudly bidding the bandits he had found be quiet or suffer the consequences.

 

There were, however, consequences already on the way. The tiny musket ball thundering through the air passed through a momentary lapse in space-time and struck the mother of the bandit's ostensible leader dead roughly a two years before he was due to be born.

 

The bandit leader suffered an intense burning in his brain as his entire life, now essentially voided by the universe, flashed before his eyes in an instant. His earliest memories, childhood sweethearts, all those dumb judo tournaments he had to go to, his first kiss, first job, first everything. Everything that had led to this precise moment emptied from his eyes and he blinked out of existence.

 

Wolf turned around and staggered off back towards Marseilles, leaving behind him a group of terrified former criminals and even more terrifying stories. There would be no more banditry from now on.

 

 

The Present, Upon Leaving the Bar

 

Maghrin found himself wondering how such a tricky situation might be approached by a severely weakened Ryk. This definitely qualified as something of interest to them and no doubt it would lead to some worried looks and hushed whispers among what remained of the government once they were informed that Wolf had not only survived The Great Ending but had come out of it as a king of a part of this dimension's Earth.

 

"Still, this may yield opportunities in the future" he thought as the messaging probe shot up into orbit from the quiet country clearing he had found in the hillsides overlooking the city and the bay it nestled in "lets just hope Wolf doesn't do anything too stupid in the meantime"

Edited by Ryksmarshal Rukkel

  • "For the arms of the State are many" - Diplomatic Korp Motto
  • "Always attack the center. If you can't find a center, create one and attack that" - Grand Armee' General Command Manual
  • "You don't have infinite knives Doctor"

    "I'll have whatever I wan- wait, oh...now I've run out..." -

    The eminent Dr Mandible Jones and his esteemed assistant, Dr Has-Legs
  • "BUT ZOSE ARE NOT FOR YOU, ZOSE ARE MEIN SCIENCE TUBES!" - The equally eminent Dr Victor Haustrom

 

 

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FINAL CLAIMS AS DISCUSSED:

 

Due to an eagerness to allow players to claim Guangxi province and Hainan Island (additional Chinese coastal regions), I would like to revise my map claims as follows:

 

https://www.dropbox.com/s/hi6yfhpifrsefkr/Wusian%203.png?dl=0

 

In terms of my nation's lore and narrative, this makes more sense from an alternate history perspective.  Wu managed to reach Chengdu, but left the Yunnan province unclaimed.  There are two southwest provinces of mine that admittedly are unnecessary, but are there to keep the nation from appearing too fragile ha ha.  I am willing to abandon them if I am over the provincial limit.

Edited by Shex

"The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those that feel." - Horace Walpole

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<span style='font-size: 18px;'><span style='color: #b22222'><span class='bbc_underline'>"<em class='bbc'>We regret that the size of the multiverse has permitted them to exist for so long unchecked."</em></span></span><br />Remember, <em class='bbc'>I'M </em>the New Douche, not the other 7 New Guys. I'm <em class='bbc'>not</em> a Majority.</span><br />rKC4GSg.gif

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