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[Flamelord]

Posted By: Schulerswrd
Subject: Shuttle Skirmish

Man, screw the Chinese. First they seize an EU shuttle, then they open fire on the Ares Battlegroup? I'm glad we elected people who won't put up with this crap.

[OYID]

Posted by: VivaChavez38
Subject: Upcoming Maroon venues and dates.

Another classic translated and adapted by the Angelicales! I hear the Floridos will play it in the Duster's Wife on the 7th, they even have some background Russians to help make it sound more like the Cumaná version! See y'all there!

Spoiler

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Plegaria a un labrador/ Prayer to a worker

Levántate y mira la montaña / Rise and look to the mountain
de donde viene el viento, el sol y el agua. / Whence comes the wind, the sun and the water.
Tú que manejas el curso de los ríos, / You who drive the course of the rivers,
tú que sembraste el vuelo de tu alma. / You who sowed the flight of your soul.

Levántate y mírate las manos / Rise and look at your hands
para crecer estréchala a tu hermano. / To grow give it to your brother.
Juntos iremos unidos en la sangre / Together we'll walk bound by blood
hoy es el tiempo que puede ser mañana. / Today is the time that may become tomorrow.

Líbranos de aquel que nos domina / Deliver us from he who dominates us
en la miseria. / In misery.
Tráenos tu reino de justicia / Thy kingdom of justice
e igualdad. / And equality come.
Sopla como el viento la flor / Blow like the wind the flower
de la quebrada. / Of the canyon.
Limpia como el fuego / Clean like fire
el cañón de mi fusil. / The barrel of my gun.
Hágase por fin tu voluntad / Thy will be finally done
aquí en la tierra. / Here on Earth Mars.
Danos tu fuerza y tu valor / Give us your strength and your valor
al combatir. / In combat.
Sopla como el viento la flor / Blow like the wind the flower
de la quebrada. / Of the canyon.
Limpia como el fuego / Clean like fire
el cañón de mi fusil. / The barrel of my gun.

Levántate y mírate las manos / Rise and look at your hands
para crecer estréchala a tu hermano. / To grow give it to your brother.
Juntos iremos unidos en la sangre / Together we'll walk bound by blood
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. / Now and in the hour of our death.
Amén

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[Smyg]

MARS TODAY


An RT affiliate, by ANO TV-Novosti.

Breaking News: Major Peacekeeping Operation Launched in Clearwater



At 08:00 this morning, two thousand Russian officers belonging to the Internal Ministry entered Clearwater City, rolling in on hundreds of armoured GAZ Тигр-200's. The objective: to secure peace. Within moments, the streets erupted with both cheering and booing, as civilian citizens crowded to express both support and disdain towards this major development in the region's security situation. Mars Today spoke to the MOI commander in charge of the ongoing operation, Major Pavel Kadyrov.

"This is not an invasion - we are peacekeepers", Kadyrov said, standing in full combat gear in the outskirts of town. "There has been significant unrest in Clearwater following the catastrophic way the British issue was handled by certain entities, and outside of the city banditry has been steadily rising in recent months. The Directorate received a request for aid from our southern brothers, and obliged it."

Indeed, crime has spiralled out of control since political tensions sky-rocketed before Colonel Michael Bowens and his renegade fighters could be safely removed from the illegal combat situation and evacuated. Many blame the revolutionary government of New Glasgow for distributing weapons to a disenfranchised community of people, admittedly with benevolent motives. Prominently, in addition to Russian humanitarian aid in the area, the Interstational Aeronautic Response and Aid Service has contributed greatly to fighting this bandit threat, although there is still much to be done until order is fully restored.

"Yes, the Rangers are of course a huge inspiration, both for my commanding officers planing this operation, and for me and my men." The Major seems at ease in complimenting the IARAS, despite the rocky public relations situation. "I think it is fair to say that we, as an international community, committed a grave mistake when we allowed the fragmentation of the United Nations armed peacekeeping programmes. Look at Clearwater. Look at Unity. Look at Horizon. Military force is a necessity, to ensure peace and stability, God willing."

Kadyrov cuts a striking figure, with steely eyes not entirely unknown to most observers of recent Russian military history. A veteran of several similar operations on Earth and Luna, including the notorious intervention in Svalbard six years ago, a quick online search will show that he is a former operative of the Special Purpose Forces. It is a fact he doesn't shy away from. "I was spetsnaz, yes. A difficult recovery from a leg injury sustained during training got me reassigned to easier tasks. Any job will do, as long as I serve the all-Russian nation and our international brethren alike."

When asked how long the Internal Ministry force, provisionally termed the Clearwater Peace Preservation Corps, will remain in the city, Major Kadyrov simply responds: "Until either the Colonel General redeploys us, or Clearwater's citizens ask us to leave. We are not an intrusive force, we are not an occupying force, we are not a hostile force. The Blue Party sees that, and I'm quite sure the people of this beautiful city will see that we are acting in their interest, too."

[Smyg]

Posted By: SerbianCavalier
Subject: Europa sim?

Yo guys, I had this amazing idea last night when out drinking, about a text-based game on here.

Imagine this: A game set during the future colonizattion of the moon Europa, in the orbit of Jupiter. You play a faction competing to take as much of the place as you can. Factions include the EU, the NAU, China, the Union State, shit like that. (note- I promise not to wank my own country like last game, that was a mistake, sorry guys) Roleplayin and intrigues everywhere, good times and fun for all

If anyone is interested, send me a PM or some shit, and I'll put you down for it.

[BgKnight]

His steps echoed through the long hall, tip tap tip tap.

He smiled slowly as he closed to the room, as he reached it, he stopped and turned to his side, swiveling so fast he almost felt dizzy. His smile was now more of a grin, he was really happy. A month ago he was on the edge of death, he was in a deep and ugly prison and it was there where he saw his leg for the last time.

The smile was now wider then ever, seeing the Commissar in front of him. The Europol have been kind to him, they pulled him out of that dungeon, they gave him his life back and in turn, they expected him to cooperate. They even restored his leg, the reason for his happiness.

He walked into the room and sat down, his smile not wavering. The Commissar didn't stand up, he never stood up for everyone. His suit was spotless as always, only the small blue pin with the golden stars on his collar bringing any color to the man. From his looks, he was of Polish descent, he had a plain, stiff face with a large brow, a sharp chin and large green eyes.

The door slammed behind the Smuggler, which startled him. The grin was gone now, he turned back. Next to the door, a large man, black skin, shaven head and a light civilian armor. The twelve golden stars gleaming from an armband on his hand, man, those assholes sure love their bloody symbol.

The Smuggler turned back to the Commissar, his face calm now, no fear on it. "Is that why you saved me for?" he asked in the calmest of voices. The Commissar is the one smiling now, as he gestures to the Guard. The giant man, even bigger when closer puts his hand on the shoulder of the Smuggler and throws a stack of papers on the table.

"Europol discovered this in your former house in Unity." a thin smile appeared on the mouth of the Smuggler, not of happiness, but of acceptance of his own fate, he knew what this meant. And speaking of symbols, do they have to put "Euro" in front of fucking everything? He looked straight in the brown eyes of the Guard, who didn't speak. He imagined his thick french accent, he looked like ex-Foreign Legion, probably from Africa, earned his European citizenship by serving one of the many Euro-battalions in Afiica. When you are so long in one job you start to easily guess people.

"Est-ce qu'ils vous paient assez?" (Do they pay you enough) he asks, with the thin smile still there. "Quel était-il? Congo? Afrique de l'Ouest? Darfour? Soudan?" (What was it? West Africa? Darfur? Sudan?)

The black man looks calm, but one can see that underneath it all, he was surprised. The small movements on his mouth, the very faint, almost unnoticeable expansions of his eyes. He looked at the Commissar with confusion, who nodded calmly.

"Azawad, puis l'Afrique de l'Ouest." (Azawad, then West Africa), the Smuggler nods, and turns back to the Commissar. He was satisfied, the Europeans had an interesting philosophy. Fortress Europa, unless you fight for it, then it can be your home too. But oh man, was the mortality rate within the Foreign Legion huge. This man had seen the worst of it, he had been in the biggest hellholes and propped European backed nations in Africa, only for the faint hope that one day he can move to Europe.

The Smuggler looked towards the Commissar. "I do apologize for the interruption, I served in Africa as an adviser. The Triune Nation had its interests there, as you know, my job was far more comfortable, for I just had to teach people to kill people like him."

The Commissar didn't move a muscle, nor did the Guard... fuck, they've trained them well. He was hoping this would get to them in some way, at least to the Guard. Oh well, might be for the well, not prolonging the inevitable.

"Tell us about Vernepator Cur." the Commissar said, his face was so frozen that only his lips moved, he is like a robot.

"You know..." the Smuggler starts, "You were kind to me. I know how Europe works, Europe is kind to you, if it wants something from you. Like this man..." he points at the Guard "...you wanted him to die for you, so you payed him well and you gave him a hope that one day he will save his family in your little paradise. Eventually, you delivered on that promise, cause this is what you do, but he had to watch his buddies die at the hands of people trained by people like me. Now, after you did all of this for me, you expect me to talk."

His smile extends again, now it is once again close to the grin he entered the room with. "However, you are forgetting one thing. You saved me out of that hellhole in Unity, but I would much rather be there, then tell you about Vernepator. You see, the Dog knows us all, he knows all of our secrets and he can do far worse things to me, then you ever can. How do I know?" he puts his hands on the table, showing the fingernails who were just starting to grow back on his hands. "I know, because the people who held me in Unity wanted to know the same you want to know. I passed the same process with them, they captured me, they were kind to me, they tried being good, so I went with it. However, after while I still wouldn't cooperate, so they started torturing me. Then you came and saved me, and now you are going to repeat the process." The Commissar still didn't flinch, his green eyes not moving.

"But you know what?" the Smuggler continued "This is the fifth time in my long life that I had been captured by an agency wanting to know about Vernepator Cur, and all of them asked me the same question, and all went through the same process. First there were the Russians, you haven't felt pain until you have been questioned by the lunatics the FSB uses. Then the NAU, you know they used to be masters of pulling information out of you in the 21st century, imagine what they can do in the 22nd century? And then there were the British, they don't fuck around, I still can't pee properly. Then, this fucking war exploded, and the Reds were looking very intently for weapons, maybe too intently. And now you. You know what, nobody made me give out any information for Vernepator, for if he finds out that I have shared anything with you, he will do things much more horrendous then anything you can throw at me."

The Commissar stands up and walks closer to the Smuggler, his mind seems to wonder as his green eyes move around the room, no longer staring at the man. "Would you need anything to drink?"

The Smuggler's face turns into a kind smile, a thankful one as he says "Yes please." Later that evening, the Smuggler is dead, the autopsy discovers cyanide in his system.

[Snacks]

Posted By: PabstRedPlanet[MOD]
Subject: Ranger Response to Russian Donations?

Alright, so I know our resident conspiracy nuts have been up the walls hoping to find more "evidence" that the Rangers are involved in some sort of Jewish Illuminati UN conspiracy. Well here you go, Chief Chavez gave you winners a little shout-out in an interview he did over Vox Libertas. Excerpt of the transcript below, and the whole thing is linked in the information sticky-thread. Now, can you please stop shitting up other threads before I have to start handing out bans?

Right, right, the donation from "our friends" in the All-Russian Nation. I don't blame you for asking, it's come up a lot, lately. For good reasons, mostly.

Honestly, the Rangers were as surprised as pretty much everyone else about it- we certainly didn't cut some deal with the Russian for it, which is what some people seem to think. I'm pretty sure, though, that many of the people who think there was some wrong-doing here have already made up their minds. But myself, and every Ranger knows the truth, so I'm putting it out there. First, None of the IARAS's positions on past human rights abuses, by the Russians or anyone else, have changed. This doesn't somehow put us in the Russians' pockets, and if they or anyone else think that, they're mistaken. Secondly, I have made the call to-as a Ranger is always prepared to-make the best out of a confusing situation. The simple fact is that this money, instead of possibly going to supporting practices that the Rangers have condemned and continue to condemn, they will be going to helping the people of Mars. The IARAS makes a fairly detailed budget available every year online, and anyone who reads it can tell you that almost all of our donations go to supporting our operations and to distributing aid to those who need it.

I'm sure that's not going to satisfy everyone, but it's pretty much hte best option there is. We've always tried to make ourselves open to public inquiry where possible, but really, if you're unhappy with our decision as to where the money will go, do you just want us to give it back to the Russians and tell them to use it for something else?

[Flamelord]

Contract regarding the construction and operation of space staions in Martian orbit, between New Europa, the European Space Agency, and SolCorp.

• Solcorp agrees to only build 3 amount of publicly usable stations in Mars Orbit, with the European Space Agency in co-ownership.
• The European Space Agency will also be given joint ownership in any space elevators built by SolCorp now or in the future.
• Additional stations can only be built for private use, unless agreed to first by the New Europa government and the European Space Agency, or if under some future agreement between SolCorp, and New Europa and the European Space Agency.
• 'Private use' is hereby defined to not include the transportation of people and goods from martian orbit to the surface of Mars in any manner.
• Security for all space elevators and space stations will be provided by the ESA and Europol exclusively.

Signatories:
New Europa Colony
European Space Agency
The Inter-Solar Corporation

[BgKnight]

The Fumer, as they called the members of the party, entered into the room, smashing the door down and running inside. His suit was wailing as he hurried inside, smashing walls aside to make room for him to move through the small entry-way. He was young, like so many young people in Unity he didn't really believe in the ideology under which he fought, he was just fighting for the most powerful faction, afraid to oppose them.

As he crushed his way through the room, he found the door he was aiming at, and he smashed it, getting ready to arrest the traitors. Then he froze, a second he stood there, before puking. On the bed there was a little girl, she was no more then 4, a little red hole was on her chest as she lay there, dead. Her little eyes frozen open. Next to her, a woman was shot through the head, she was lying there holding hands with a man, who's face was now a red mush, as he had aimed the gun at his face after taking care of his family.

They were guilty of not being white. Fuck, fuck fuck, the Fumer thinks, fuck this fucking thing... he is stiffing tears as he attempts to call off any other squad-mates from entering. He keep telling himself, its not right, its not what we are about... but fuck, this is what happens when you oppose the Fumers. Still, a much better fate was awaiting them in Fumer prison, why would they do this to the child... the image of the children was something that never left him.

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The crosses painted on the side of the armor of the Priests have taken a whole new meaning, RES soldiers used them to identify the followers of the Liberation Theology, the few Maroon educated priests fighting for them. But for the Fumers, it was more then that, the brand of Christianity they believed in varied from man to man, but it was a much more fanatic, a much more racist version of Christianity. It was a Christianity that lacked a loving god that cared for the poor, it was a Christianity that gave them the right to kill heretics and punish villains as they see fit, it was a Christianity where god punished those that didn't listen to his word and His cross, was the flag under which they fought.

Those Fumers were obviously not from here, they had come from The Settlement of Christ, called New Jerusalem by some, and they were much more vicious then any of the other forces that came to help the Fumers, they were fanatics in all senses of the word. The Priest was one of them, he didn't care about the amount of lives lost in the process, he wanted the enemy vanquished from the land, such was the word of Christ, he protects us.

He had seen what the RES were capable of, as his men captured positions in the mining districts, he saw it all too well what the godless bastards have done. As he walked he saw women, children... little children, strung on lamp-poles by their necks. Their faces gray, their eyes popping out slowly, animals eating whatever they can get their filthy mounts/beaks on. One little girl had been raped, her little body later skewed on a pole.

So the Priest was naturally appealed, but he was not the kind of man to sit there and ignore it, no, he doled out revenge for each atrocity witnessed. Truth is, all over Unity, this was happening, people were being murdered and those that were left alive, succumbed to starvation or disease. So the Priest's men entered a building marked by the RES with a star, signaling that supporters of the Society live there. The men was clutching a gun in his hand, but he was too afraid to shoot, the Priest shot first anyways, splattering blood all over the wall behind the man. Then he turned his guise to the entrance to the attic, he could hear footsteps above, he knew it was of a woman and two children, they knew who lived in this house, but rules are rules. God forgive me, he said to himself as he threw a grande up into the attic and shut the door so nobody could escape.

He closed his eyes and tears run from them as he heard the woman scream out, her children, two very young boys, also screamed, then the grande exploded with a loud thump. As he opened the door and climbed up the steps, the Priest had to look away for a second, seeing the corps of the woman open turned into a large red pulp, he could make out where the bones of her back used to be. She was splattered all over her sons, who were still barely alive. The Priest crossed himself, stepping closer to the children, he could hear the air whizzing in and out of the dying boys' throats and so he cut it, to end the pain and suffering, you are with God now.

[Gesar]

The captured security video playing on the nowvideo.mars feed is grainy, the sound mediocre, but hey, news from Unity is news from Unity. It's not like New Europa is sending actual teams down there.

The video starts on a rather quiet street, evidently deep in Fumer territory. A young woman, white, and her male friend are approaching what seems to be a drug dealer.

Woman: Ingrid said to come here.
Dealer: Ingrid...Christ. Krokodil, right? I got you on a quarter for ten.
Woman (exchanging a glance with her friend): Ten?
D: Ten's the best price I can give you. Go a block over and they'll ask twenty.
W: No, no.
D: Then what the fuck are you bothering me for, man? There's a war on.

(He glances over his shoulder and fidgets with his sidearm restlessly.)

Man (seemingly noticing the gun for the first time): Maybe we should get out of here.
W: What? No fucking way. If ten's what you're asking-
D: Can't beat it.
W: Then we'll pay it.
M: Wait, you got anything else? Ice, maybe? La route?
D: Ice's too hot to be selling. I got...what do you wanna know for, anyways?"
W: Can't find la route anywhere...Reds have got it shut down.
D: Fuckin' right. All the towelheads and traitors...shit, yeah, I got some of that. Took the supplies off one of those Samaritans. Nightingales, they're called.

(The pair exchange looks again. The woman steps closer as the man lights a cigarette.)

W: What do you know about them?
D: Huh? They're a bunch of Arabs and Arab-lovers. Anarchists, I guess. Do-gooders and that shit. You gonna buy or what?
W: Not from you.

(She reaches into her coat and grabs a syringe, jamming it into the dealer's neck before he can react.)

W: Take him into the van. See if that doesn't make him even more chatty. After that...see if his friends can't catch back up to him.

(As her partner quickly disarms the dealer and tosses him into the vehicle, she reaches into her pocket again. It's hard to tell with the low quality of the feed, but it's not hard to mistake the small pewter bird she leaves on the corner as a sign of anything but the aforementioned Arab-loving anarchists.)

[Gesar]

Posted by: IAmBrutus
Subject: Re: Nightingale Watch

You guys won't believe this. Apparently some time between the Battle of Unity and the Outlier mission, al-Malika wrote a publication. I guess they're calling it "Why Do You Obey?". It's about thirty pages long, so it's not a hard read, but I don't think it was supposed to be. I don't know if hard copies are being circulated, but I managed to get a friend (don't ask for the name, obviously, I'm not going to answer that) to send me a copy. I took down a couple excerpts for you all, thinking it'd be interesting. Hit me up on IRC if you want deets (inb4 cops).

Chapter 1: Why?

What does your labor pay for? A new shuttle for Jordan Jericho, a shopping complex in New Europa...guns and bombs for the fascists, infrastructure for the oligarchs. How is your voted counted? It's a choice between having your tyrants be honest thugs or snake oil salesmen. And what do you get in return for these sacrifices? Television seven nights a week, coupons for whatever shiny little distraction they've got on sale, and a gentle pat on the head.

We're taught we need these things, and we agree. We sell our liberty for a false sense of security without a second thought. You know it's not right. You can feel it with every fiber of your being. The human instinct is to be free and compassionate, to live in Libertas. So why do you ignore that?

Chapter 2: The Martian Question

We ask ourselves these questions as a form of exercise. The cards are stacked in the house's favor in every way. They hold the banks, the assemblies, the armories against us. We're held hostage by our own leaders- but we don't have to be.

It's the most basic form of mathematics. We outnumber them a thousand to one. Everything they have against us is illusory. We make the machines run, we care for their sick with new medicines and honest work, we feed them. Without us, the oligarchs have nothing. Their handouts are worthless, mere bribes in the hope we don't look past the smoke and mirrors.

Mars, Luna, even Earth- they're not their place. They're ours, and the justice, independence, and equality we all crave will only come when we as a people accept that reality.

Ch. 3: Revolutionary Humanism

We've taken lives in defense of our beliefs. No comrade of mine will deny that.

Is that tragic? No!

Every day, human potential is squandered and wasted by capitalism and statism. Through alienation, wage slavery, and the fetishization of commodities, we are denied the most basic right: the right to explore who we are. We can and will make a better world, if only we can shake off our delusion that they know what we want.

But the reality of the situation is clear. No matter how free we are from their mental influence, they will fight us every step of the way. The oligarchs have pit State against People, Corporation against Worker, White versus Black, Christian against Muslim. It's the old divide and rule, and tragically for them, their lifeline.

In order to build a better world, we must tear down the false constructs they surround us with. When they refuse to let this happen peacefully, we must react violently, or risk the continued enslavement of humanity. So we choose to fight, our vision of a compassionate, free, and progressive Mars guiding the ideology of Revolutionary Humanism.

We are fighting a war, but it's a war we're fighting with a smile on our faces.

Chapter 4: The Movement Makes Us Strong

Across Mars, every day and night, wherever there's suffering and oppression, we're growing. The office worker in Liberty One has traded in his tablet and paperwork for a picket sign and Molotov cocktail. In Unity City, a Muslim woman stares down fascists from the scope of her rifle while a farmer from the east points out her next target. The escaped slave and the Korean activist have joined together despite their pasts under the banner of the movement for Libertas.

The old adage “united we stand, divided we fall” remains true, despite its use by the Baltimore-Wall Street clique. Robespierre, Marx, Bakunin...Brutus and the Venezuelan Salazar...they all knew this. They all made mistakes, but they knew this. Humanity has become a force of its own, changing the environment and entire worlds for a better life. Isn't it time that we quit following the orders of tyrants and harness that power -our power- for the greater good of us all?

The oligarchs, fascists, and capitalists are nothing without us. They're addicted to their own oppression to the extent where they can't see we won't fall for their lies anymore. Even Marx was wrong. Our chains are illusory, and we have nothing holding us back in the battle for a better world. There is nothing that can stop us now.

That last excerpt was the ending to it. Interesting stuff, really, like a Vox Libertas broadcast that's a million times easier to access. How long do you think it'll be before the NAU bans it?

[Andromeda]

Sol News Network, The best source in the system.

Inter-Solar Corporation announces the Better Worlds Initiative

Earlier today the Inter-Solar Corporation announced it's "Better Worlds" Initiative. A Division within the company set up to convert inhospitable or unpleasant worlds in the Solar System into gardens of Eden where Human life can flourish.

Starting with Mars, the company has made plans to expand to Venus, Titan, Europa, Luna, Callisto, Ganymede and Enceladus.
While it is unknown how the company will do this, updates to their site included a page for the project and listed several constructs the company has designed with an attached silhouette of said construct. These products are listed as, ATMO Atmospheric Processor, IM-01 Processor, Bio-Replicant Pod and ATMO Pressurizer.

The site also has a countdown timer, counting down to what is unknown, but it is assumed to be the next Interplanetary Developers Conference the company is holding around that time, but has no set date itself until next week's announcement of where the show will be held later this year.

More details will be broadcasted as they come in.

[OYID]

Posted by: VivaChavez
Subject: ¡Hasta la vista!

Thanks, everyone. This is a really emotional moment for me. I learned a lot on this forum and met a lot of people who helped me become who I am. Where would I be without the new gospel? Probably still confusedly cheering for Ranger communiques even as I read (and, what's worse, believed) RT...haha, I was so confused.
Anway, this is it. I leave you with an important song for me, it will accompany me as I embark on a journey that I might not live to see through, but that I know to be worth walking. I might not come back, but then again, neither did Manuel.

Spoiler

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El pueblo unido jamás será vencido/ The people united will never be defeated

De pie, cantar / Arise, sing
que vamos a triunfar. / For we are going to win.
Avanzan ya / Already advance
banderas de unidad. / Flags of unity.
Y tú vendrás / And you shall come
marchando junto a mí / Marching next to me
y así verás / And thus you'll see
tu canto y tu bandera florecer. / Your song and your flag flourish.
La luz / The light
de un rojo amanecer / Of a red dawn
anuncia ya / Already announces
la vida que vendrá. / The life that is to come.

De pie, marchar/ Arise, march
el pueblo va a triunfar. / The people will triumph.
Será mejor / It will be better
la vida que vendrá / The life that is to come
a conquistar / To conquer
nuestra felicidad / Our happiness
y en un clamor / And in a clamour
mil voces de combate se alzarán, / A thousand fighting voices shall rise
dirán / They'll say
canción de libertad, / A song of liberty,
con decisión / Determined
la patria vencerá. / The fatherland shall triumph.

Y ahora el pueblo / And now the people
que se alza en la lucha / That rises in struggle
con voz de gigante / With voice of a giant
gritando: ¡adelante! / Shouting: Onward!

El pueblo unido jamás será vencido/ The people united will never be defeated
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido/ The people united will never be defeated

La patria está / The fatherland's
forjando la unidad. / Forging unity.
De norte a sur / From North to South
se movilizará / It shall mobilize
desde el salar / From the salt field Pole
ardiente y mineral / Scorching and mineral Barren and desired
al bosque austral / To the Southern forest wasteland
unidos en la lucha y el trabajo / United in the struggle and labor
irán, / They shall go
la patria cubrirán. / The fatherland they shall cover.
Su paso ya / Their pace already
anuncia el porvenir. / Announces the future.

De pie, cantar / Arise, sing
el pueblo va a triunfar. / The people shall win.
Millones ya, / Millions already
imponen la verdad, / Impose the truth,
de acero son / They are of iron
ardiente batallón, / Burning batallion,
sus manos van / Their hands go
llevando la justicia y la razón. / Bringing Justice and Reason.
Mujer, / Woman
con fuego y con valor, / With fire and valor,
ya estás aquí / You're already here
junto al trabajador. / Next to the worker.

Y ahora el pueblo / And now the people
que se alza en la lucha / That rises in struggle
con voz de gigante / With voice of a giant
gritando: ¡adelante! / Shouting: Onward!

El pueblo unido jamás será vencido/ The people united will never be defeated
El pueblo unido jamás será vencido/ The people united will never be defeated...

Hasta la victoria siempre, camaradas!

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Click here to donate to the Martian Urban Development and Educational Assistance Fund!!
----ANIMAL RIGHTS AND NATIONAL LIBERATION FRONT: Fighting for your future, today!-----[/quote]

[OYID]

Posted by: FrayVerdad
Subject: Re: ¡Hasta la vista!


And to think you're the one who guided me. You do what you must do, He has told us before.
Remember, comrades, what we fight for, who we must be in the struggle, what we are the bridge to...

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Canción del hombre nuevo / Song of the New Man

Lo haremos tú y yo, / You and I shall make him,
nosotros lo haremos, / We shall make him,
tomemos la arcilla / Let us take the clay
para el hombre nuevo. / For the New Man.

Su sangre vendrá / His blood shall come
de todas las sangres, / From all the bloods
borrando los siglos / Erasing the centuries
del miedo y del hambre. / Of fear and hunger.

Por brazo, un fusil; / As hand, a gun;
por luz, la mirada, / As light, the sight,
y junto a la idea / And next to the idea
una bala asomada. / A bullet peering.

Y donde el amor, / And in the place of love,
un grito escondido, / A hidden scream,
millones de oídos / Millions of ears,
serán receptivos. / Shall be receptive.

Su grito será / His scream shall be
de guerra y victoria, / Of war and victory,
como un tableteo / As a rattle
que anuncia la gloria. / That announces glory.

Y por corazón / And for a heart
a ese hombre daremos / To that man we shall give
el del guerrillero / That of the guerrillero
que todos sabemos. / That we all know.

Lo haremos tú y yo / You and I shall make him
(por brazo, un fusil), / (As hand, a gun),
nosotros lo haremos / We shall make him
(por luz, la mirada); / (As light, the sight);
tomemos la arcilla: / Let us take the clay:
es de madrugada. / A new day is dawning.

[Andromeda]

Topic: Inter-Sol Expo
User: Sol_Magazine_Manda (Moderator)

So ladies and gentleman it's almost that time of the year again, the time where everyones favourite company gathers with other leading names to announce new technologies, products and projects. This year it's rumoured to be hosted on Mars, breaking the believed tradition that was Luna for the past 6 years and Earth for 120 years before that.

Who will be going to this years event? With new Androids, Terraforming Technologies, Medical Breakthroughs and the much anticipated "Grand Theft Starship" sequel to be announced by SolCorp's "StarGem Games" division, is everyone excited?.

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[Smyg]

The Outliers

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Colonel General Danila Vsevolodovich Zakharov

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Across the airwaves, a live speech is being broadcast. Not only Russian media is following the events, but nearly every news bureau in the vicinity of Clearwater Lake too. The camera shows a dimly lit room, forged in cold metal, with large reinforced windows through which the stars peak in. Behind a desk in dark, finely polished Earth wood sits a man of relatively small physique, and with a finely trimmed moustache. His hair is greying in its edges. The eyes are cold, and the uniform perfectly pressed.

"Greetings, citizens of Mars. I speak today not only to you, but to your governments as well, to the authorities which purportedly represent you." The Colonel General speaks in English, with only a slight accent, rather than his native Russian. Maximum exposure is no doubt intended. Concurrently, translators across the planet are working frantically to convert his words to Spanish, Portuguese, Mandarin, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindi, and a dozen different tongues.

"I have received word today of combat-ready deployments by the European Battle Group and the People's Liberation Army to the so-called Outliers. Both forces have deployed with one intent only: To hinder Triune humanitarian operations. This will not be tolerated. The Directorate will take the hostile actions of these authorities into consideration when deciding our future foreign policy."

"For the moment, we shall be merciful. I have ordered Colonel Aslan Konev, Commander of the 6th Martian Brigade, to stand down and reschedule all defensive work in the south-eastern Outliers to the north-western area. Citizens of the affected areas - fear not, the Directorate will provide you with munitions and fuel before the Migration arrives, regardless of Sino-European blockades. We will not abandon you."

"Within the coming days, the 6th Martian Brigade will establish strongholds throughout the Outliers, with an operational headquarters in the Montanha Vermelha Mandate. No settlement shall fall until the last soldier of the Orthodox faith has been martyred. Supplies will be distributed to all militia forces in the region, and Triune engineers will arrive to fortify the already existing barriers and defensive systems. Under the watchful eye of the RSN Georgi Ivanov and a thousand unmanned drones, we shall stare through the red clouds, and rockets shall strike into the hearts of these Dusters."

"The Directorate wishes to extend its salutations to the Interstational Aeronautic Response and Aid Service and the Nightingale Society. Elsewhere, you may be seen as terrorists and insurrectionists. But in the Outliers, there is no law but that of God and that of the survival of the fittest. If they so wish, Chief Ranger Chavez and Director al-Malika are welcome on the Coordination Council of the Southern Martian Defence Initiative. As is the European Union and the Chinese Federation, and all other forces that actively try to stop this threat to civilization and order. We call for all people on Mars to join our campaign."

"The Red Planet prevails. Zakharov, out."

The screen zips to black for a moment, then back to the regular news programming.