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[helmacon]

What is the time limit here, btw?

[Aigre Excalibur]

Planning some stuff. How do i join Nemo?

[NUKE9.13]

Planning some stuff. How do i join Nemo?

Contacting one of us through Discord is probably the fastest way to go about it.

[Devastator]

I'm disappointed that there still is a Forenia, after losing the war.

[evictedSaint]

Wow, fucking rude.

[Sensei]

I am hopeful to begin writing a bit under 36 hours from now, so preferably, get your designs in before then! It is not a hard deadline but I won't guarantee you will get in after that.

Anyone is welcome to join, even if you have only been lurking in the thread up until now. The more absolute chaos, the merrier.

Anyone looking to join Nemo will need to PM one of the members, or contact them on Discord.

Also, since Andres is currently the leader of the Arstotzkan rebel forces, his new flag is basically the Arstotzkan flag if he says so, for now. Later, you can either gather up to agree on a final flag to use, or there won't be any of you to gather up.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Support NUKE's Low Expense Thermionic Brilliant Energy deLiverer (Uranium eXperiment) reactor research. Round up scientists and send them straight in there to die with him of radiation poisoning.

[Andres]

Also, since Andres is currently the leader of the Arstotzkan rebel forces, his new flag is basically the Arstotzkan flag if he says so, for now. Later, you can either gather up to agree on a final flag to use, or there won't be any of you to gather up.

((Stick with the old flag, actually. Can't have a typo in the flag.))

New plan: Arstotzkan and Cannalan forces will mount an assault on the armoury. Cannalan ordnance will prevent the Forenian rebels from reinforcing the armoury. I will attempt to contact and sway Forenian elements to Arstotzka's side. Especially those guarding the armoury and Sidorenko, the sniper who could've been general, who fights in the old Arstotzkan way, the way that allowed Arstotzka to beat Moskurg, the way that was not followed when Forenia lost to Cannala. If the attempt to take the armoury fails, Cannala will destroy it.

Glory to Arstotzka.

[Olith McHuman]

RDN-45 "Actual Death Ray"

For far too long, our death rays have caused death only indirectly. No longer! The Actual Death Ray houses two slightly sub-critical masses of Uranium inside a lead box. When the trigger is pulled, an iris opens and these masses are brought together, bathing everyone nearby with a less than healthy dose of radiation. The operator is protected by a combination of a suit of tiger armor with lead plates and wishful thinking. An obligatory bayonet is included. To support the massive weight, the device is crudely welded to an old lady's walker that an intern got from somewhere.

Support the rebellion, but, one way or the other, I don't think my aim will really matter

[andrea]

All unencrypted and most encrypted radios in Forenia suddenly go static, then a recorder broadcast starts

Greetings, people of Forenia.
This is NEMO.

Officially, we are nobody. But our powerful connections to politics and engineering alike allowed us to operate toward our goal in secret for a long time.
Today, with chaos engulfing our beatiful nation, it is time to step in the light.

Nemo was founded more than a year ago by a coalition of influential people in Forenia. Seeing the future of our nation endangered, we looked at the great accomplishments of the past; chief of them, the great milestone in human history that was the first vehicle to reach space of all times, with a crew no less, achieving orbit of our satellite. With continuing progress in the field of rocketry, our path was clear: the future is in the stars.

At this time, when Earth is shaken and our old homeland is succumbing to the foreign invader, We will lift off and move as many civilians as we can to our new home: Mars.
Fiction you may say, but we have had the brightest minds at work on this. Some are working on harnessing the power of the atom to power this expedition, using Uranium skimmed off from the excess Vlanlados production. Some are designing the tools we will require to thrive when we arrive. And some more are relentlessly working on the rockets which will bring us there, built of steel in our shipyards.

In the end, hundreds of brave people will depart from Earth and begin a new existance on mars.
We work today, for a brighter future.

NEMO - New Existance on Mars Organization




Design:NEMO-SS1945X “New Zheleznogorod”

This marvellous flying machine is the culmination of our efforts in rocket engines and submarine pressure hulls.  A lot of time was spent drawing plans for it, using the resources of the secret organization Nemo

This rocket is a 3-stage rocket, 23 meters wide and 150 meters tall, built in shipyards using shipyard materials and techniques, such as a structure entirely made of 8 mm steel. This allows it to be manufactured quickly, cheap and in large numbers. Being this big, land launch is impractical and instead it is launched at sea.

It uses the same type on engine on all stages, a newly developed nitric oxide/ UDMH (storable, not prone to boil-off) engine with a thrust to weight ratio of 120, a vacuum Isp of 320 and a sea level Isp of 290.
We calculated the Delta V for the transfer to be 14500 m/s, with aerodynamic entry on Mars to save on propellant. This Delta V budget is divided evenly among the stages, with a 5000/5000/4500 split.

As a result of those things, the stages are as follow:
-First stage:
   -T/W: 1.25
   -height: 97 m
   -Dry weight: 1’200 t
   -Propellant: 41’000t
   -Detachable floats for stability before sea launch
-Second stage:
   -T/W: 1
   -height: 26 m
   -Dry weight: 306 t
   -Propellant: 8570 t
-Third stage:
   -T/W: 0.3
   -height: 26 m
      -of which, the habitable portion is: 15 m
   -Dry weight: 200 t
   -Propellant: 1430 t

The third stage also acts as a Mars lander. It will bleed most velocity by aerobraking in the atmosphere, then it will straighten with a drogue parachute and proceed to land propulsively, for which purpose it has some legs.  Of course, due to the chance of landing on martian lakes, legs are hollow to act as retractable floats.

While in space, air and food are provided by stored consumables. During ascent and transfer burn, electricity is provided by engines and a limited quantity of batteries. After that, it will rely on the payload to provide electrical needs. Ports on the outside and power cables are provided to link several rockets in a single power network. Those cables also act as communication lines. With an estimated transfer time of 7 months, it would take 2 t of mass for each person, without any recycling. Even basic filtering decreases this value significantly.

For ships tasked with carrying crew, sleeping quarters are provided; they are rooms in which walls are lined with people sized pockets, in which crew can sleep.  There are some complaints about elbow pipes sticking out in some of the pockets for no discernible reason, but those are negligible in the grand scheme of things.

Suborned shipyards and factories across Forenia have been working for months to produce engines, bend metal and deliver propellant, fully dedicated to the task. In the last month, with the Government collapsing, even more of the industry has been commandeered in order to push the launch date to the time of the peace treaty. With the vast resources of NEMO, a fleet of New Zheleznogorod rockets is built and ready to evacuate Forenians from the encroaching Cannalans and go forward to the next frontier: MARS!

This design is done in cooperation with kot

Example of steel rocket built in the open by a water tower company
Sea Dragon, reference for enormous water launched shipyard quality rockets
Example of rocket engine


Action: protection of the fleet

I have lived through the entire Arstotzka vs Moskurg war. I nearly died in the rebellion. Then once again I fought against Cannala under the flag of United Forenia. With too much strife in the heart , blood in the hands and rot in the bones, the future of Forenian people doesn't belong to me. My goal, at the end of it all, is just to ensure that those destined to carry out this future live to see it, at any cost.

With rifle in hand and grenades in my belt I'll join the security forces at the launch site, aiding in loading of the crew first and then protection of the fleet in the ensuing chaos.
This may be my very last day, but it will be lived well. And for this, I shall take my original colors. I shall wear my old Arstotzka parade uniform, with the traditional helmet, GOYRL medal (copy) on my chest.

GLORY!
(Note: I am not taking part in any rebellion, and I explicitly despise Andres, traitor to Arstotzka

[NUKE9.13]

NEMO - New Existence on Mars Organisation

Design: Low Expense Thermionic Brilliant Energy deLiverer (Uranium eXperiment)
In the beginning was the word, and the word was: "LET-BE-LUX"
The LET-BE-LUX is a nuclear reactor, weighing in at 180 tons, with an optimal power output of 1600kw. It operates as a thermionic reactor, which is to say, electrons jump from a hot thing to a (comparatively) cold thing through a conductive plasma, creating a current. This requires the hot thing to be very very hot. Fortunately, nuclear fission can make things very very hot very easily (the tricky part is not letting things get too hot).
More specifically, the LET-BE-LUX uses Uranium-dioxide fuel rods at 80% enrichment, acquired by NEMO. The moderator is Zirconium-Hydride and the reflectors are Beryllium. Sodium-Potassium alloy is used as the coolant (which is more reliable at extreme temperatures than other coolant options). The reacting uranium heats Molybdenum emitters (which may reach temperatures of up to 1600 degrees kelvin), causing electrons to be released into the Caesium plasma between the emitters and the Niobium collectors (which are a mere 900 degrees kelvin)(These are target numbers; the bigger the temperature differential, the more efficient the reactor).
The LET-BE-LUX is designed to require low amounts of maintenance, and be operable in extreme conditions, aided by the lack of significant moving parts. The fuel rods are expected to last 2-3 years at maximum output. The reactor is divided into several 'sub-reactors', each of which can be activated or deactivated independently.
The completed reactor will be delivered to NEMO, for integration into the final project.

As for the enriched uranium, NEMO has been skimming the excess off of Forenia's uranium stockpile for months, and has been increasing their acquisition in the recent chaos. Whilst others squabble over the remaining stockpile, NEMO is sitting pretty on its own, independent stockpile. This uranium has been channelled into a secret location hidden in the Forenian mountains, where NEMO-aligned engineers have been developing enrichment technology. The end result of this is a gaseous diffusion facility, where uranium hexafluoride is forced through a powdered nickel barrier. The ever-so-slightly lighter uranium-235 passes through the barrier more easily, meaning the gas on one side is ever-so-slightly more enriched. By doing this hundreds of times in sequence, uranium can be enriched to a high degree.

Although not affiliated, NEMO and the engineer 'Iridium' have shared notes on the enrichment of uranium and the creation of nuclear reactors, advancing their collective knowledge (though not working on the same final projects).


Action: Die slowly of radiation poisoning
Look, man, you try rushing the development of a nuclear reactor without suffering a minor dose of lethal radiation. Whatever. It matters not; the colonisation of Mars is the ultimate moral victory.
Could the resources of NEMO have been better spent elsewhere? Could the war even have gone the other way had we not funnelled resources into not one but several giant rockets? Perhaps, perhaps. But what would that have changed? At the end of the day, the result would just have been more fighting. No, the only way to win in these ever-escalating Arms Races is not to play. And the only way not to play is to literally get off the planet.
I can die happy knowing that Forenians will be the first people to leave the cradle of earth, to expand humanity's reach towards the stars. I shall stand by the shoreline, a drink in one hand, a rifle in the other, and a pile of miscellaneous weapons at my feet, raising a toast as the rockets take off for the sky.

Long Live Forenia!

[Madman198237]

NEMO - New Existance on Mars Organization
UF-SSS-45XX 'NEMO Standard Issue Space Survival Suit'
A heavily-insulated, completely-sealed suit that provides pressure to the human inside by containing atmosphere. The suits are incredibly well-designed and showcase the finest of Forenia's textile-industry design prowess. The air supply (and thus the heating and cooling), electrical power for the head-mounted flashlight and important information monitoring systems (vitals, pressure, temperature, etc.), and primary communications arrays are all fed through an umbilical cord attached to the inside of whatever airlock the user exits the station from. There are backup supplies of everything in a backpack for the user in case the umbilical starts leaking or anything.

A simple cable and carabiner clip provide a means for the user to avoid floating away. A backup short-ranged radio mounted on top of the backpack has antennae mounted to the helmet, with little PAROI flags on top, assembled so that they appear to be flying even with no air. A patented FORENIAN SUNGLASSES™ coating on the faceplate protects the eyes and face from damaging amounts sunlight (please do not stare at the sun for any length of time at all).

For working, the suit has plenty of Velcro strips on it as well as some Velcro-closed pockets to store additional tools and parts in (And those elbow pockets nobody uses). We also modify a bunch of tools to be space-suit-usable, since space suits are a little thin on that whole "dexterity" thing.

Effort was shared with the good engineer Powder Miner to ensure that both our designs are properly sealed at least, so that in the event of failure his design is interchangeable with our space suit for emergency repairs.

The suit comes in two pieces: Pressure suit and backpack. The backpack can be removed so that the user can comfortably sit in the spacecraft during launch, and added for any EVA operations. A handful of backpacks are issued to each spacecraft, and every passenger gets the pressure suit.




Bring down the traitors and the treacherous invaders.
It had been a long war. For the double agent and longtime FIP supporter known only as the Madman, it seemed nearly over. All that was left was to win, after all. He would climb once more into a jet fighter, carry a Noose missile, and shoot down any Cannalan or Arstotzkan planes that attempted to threaten the NEMO launch. After that, he'd eject, and join the loyal citizens of Forenia, rallied by the National Security Ring's contacts, and push towards Powder Miner's elite squad to support them.

Death, glory, or both.

[Taricus]

UF-MBT-45 'Demolisher'
Quite likely the most heavily armoured and armed tank in the archipelago's existence, the 'Demolisher' is the final word in tank engagements. Armoured thickly with composite armour, further compounded with ERA plates and armed with a massive 120mm cannon fitted with an autoloader, a coaxial Sorraia. The Demolisher is capable of wading through all but ATGM fire recklessly and come out more or less intact. Capable of achieving 60km/h of onroad speed and 40 km/h off-road, the Demolisher has a staggering amount of agility for it's protection and armament.

---

For all the buzz of house arrest, Tarik Karim was hardly bothered by it, given the comfort of the family estate. As the war raged the estate was oddly calm, punctuated by the patrols of police personnel assigned by the secret police. While Tarik first viewed them as an annoyance, he soon adapted to their presence, and as Forenia's parliament voted to re-align with the soviet union and the divergences of political opinion appeared, he had taken to viewing them rather fondly, given the measure of protection they provided against the odd separatist and communist agitator.

But the return of Andres was far darker, and as his rebellion swept forenia his home was stripped of it's guard as Forenia fought back against Andres and his separatists. On this day the fate of Forenia would be decided. And for his part, Tarik had a few calls to make...

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Ryoichi Haru Sato had laboured with unprecedented effort recently, working to ensure the 'Demolisher' would be in fighting shape to take the fight to the rebels and defend his new, adoptive homeland from the depredations of the Cannalans. It wasn't the first time he had a tank for this sort of chaos, all those years ago fighting in the Juraki capital and escaping the grip of both the explosion of the gas factory and the cannalan armed forces to fight another day.

And the demolisher itself? A work of art, in Sato's mind. Nothing anyone could throw at it would be enough to stop it in it's tracks.

Action (Engineer): Join Powder Miner in his defence of the Armoury

Action (Forenian Sentinel Group): Flank the Arstotzkan columns marching on the armoury, once the arstotzkan threat to the armoury is destroyed, move on to liberate parliament.

[piratejoe]

UF-SSN-45 "Zingel"

The Zingel is a large submarine that is 120 meters long with the hull made out of titanium and most of the internal workings of the sub out of steel. Specifically designed for speed and sinking enemy ships, the Zingel is special in specifically having a lead-bismuth nuclear reactor powering the craft instead of diesel electric. The sub has a teardrop shape and a six compartment design and has noticeably large rudder and diving planes at the back, with two more diving planes on the tower and the front of the craft. It is propelled through the water with three propellers, two small ones located near the end of the rear diving planes and one large main one between the two. The front of the sub has six torpedo tubes and is armed with special UF-TPD-45 'Narwhal' torpedoes which are based on the old dolphin torpedoes but made much longer to accommodate longer range, acoustic searching and a bigger warhead, though range is prioritized over the warhead, and its speed is, while fast, made to be less than that of the Zingel just in case it acquires the wrong target. The ship has also had attention done to its sonar, specifically to make it more advanced, using both a form of active and passive sonar, though the latter is prioritized. Additionally, it does have a radar mast it can use on the surface or at periscope depth, along with a periscope and a snorkel, though said snorkel is to allow the crew to have oxygen without surfacing and making the ship a easy target, in other words it is nothing like the kind a diesel sub would have. The ship should have a test depth of 300 meters under the water, a large supply of torpedoes, and a fairly sizable crew of around a hundred. The work on its special power plant is to be shared and worked with NEMO. The ship isn't given much in the way of noise damping, and as such it is likely to be detected by enemy sonar, but the idea is it would be fast enough to outrun anything that tries to sink it.

Spoiler: Action (click to show/hide)

To be honest, while being a foreigner and technically a spy for Vlanlados, Joe was quite...upset. No, not over the fact Vlanlados was invaded and taken over, he had accepted it and gotten over that a while ago. No, not at the fact that the fate of Capitalism in Forenia was hanging in the balance, though it did really make him anxious. No, the real thing that made him quite upset was the fact that there were delays on the prototype projects that were considered wonder weapons that would win the war, specifically the Hammer of Forenia, or the Piratskioubiytsa, both which were remade to be modernized, and this was all due to the war coming to a close, that and the other engineers not seeing the use out of such wonderful weapons like he did. Maybe the war ending was for the best, it probably was, it means he could get more sleep every night, though it would mean his business would suffer, though it already was with how dangerous the shores were with the whole Cannalan invasion. Still, the business was a side venture, his main source of income was being a weapons designer, and what exactly would he get if Forenia was made like the German Empire in the great war? Simple, he'd get fired or none of the designed he, or any of his friends in the armed forces made for him to fix up into something somewhat reasonable, would ever be accepted other than the minor and uninteresting cheep garbage that would be produced and destroyed in droves. And that's if they even allow Forenia to have an army anymore...

Sighing, he looked out the window, away from his newspaper and at the coast, at least one project was going well, the Zingel, a design made by him and him alone, except for the nuclear reactor part anyway. He wondered how effective such a ship would be, a ship with the speed of a destroyer and the killing power of a battleship, and yet, they would only ever be able to have one of them. Technically, the Zingel was not called the Zingel, it was the Swordfish, but then a critical error caused the Swordfish to go the way of an archer and not come back up again...then the Catfish...then the Tigerfish and so on until the ninth ship came around, the Zingel, which unlike the others showed plenty of promise. In a sense it was a shame that the ship was going to probably be scrapped or scuttled at the end of the war as a final 'fuck you' to Cannala. Maybe he could steal it with its crew and become a myth to the Cannalan Navy for a time, a sea monster that no one sees until its too late and your ship is split in two by a violent explosion. That would be nice, but such thoughts were just dreams...

Then, the radio had a very special message, one that made him smile and put down the newspaper almost immediately and calmly walked over to his Salamander that he bought a while ago and got in, ready to drive down to the Submarine. Maybe the war would keep going on, maybe not, either way, before this war was over, he, the test crew, and the Zingel would happily arrange a meeting between the Cannalan Navy and the Imperial Japanese Navy, under the waves. At the very least, he could prove to the other engineers that his Sub, in the end, was better than their own idea's, and finally once and for all prove that the designs pushed forward truly were wonder weapons.

[Kot]

Spoiler: ree1 (click to show/hide)

Design:NEMO-SS1945X “New Zheleznogorod”

This marvellous flying machine is the culmination of our efforts in rocket engines and submarine pressure hulls.  A lot of time was spent drawing plans for it, using the resources of the secret organization Nemo

This rocket is a 3-stage rocket, 23 meters wide and 150 meters tall, built in shipyards using shipyard materials and techniques, such as a structure entirely made of 8 mm steel. This allows it to be manufactured quickly, cheap and in large numbers. Being this big, land launch is impractical and instead it is launched at sea.

It uses the same type on engine on all stages, a newly developed nitric oxide/ UDMH (storable, not prone to boil-off) engine with a thrust to weight ratio of 120, a vacuum Isp of 320 and a sea level Isp of 290.
We calculated the Delta V for the transfer to be 14500 m/s, with aerodynamic entry on Mars to save on propellant. This Delta V budget is divided evenly among the stages, with a 5000/5000/4500 split.

As a result of those things, the stages are as follow:
-First stage:
   -T/W: 1.25
   -height: 97 m
   -Dry weight: 1’200 t
   -Propellant: 41’000t
   -Detachable floats for stability before sea launch
-Second stage:
   -T/W: 1
   -height: 26 m
   -Dry weight: 306 t
   -Propellant: 8570 t
-Third stage:
   -T/W: 0.3
   -height: 26 m
      -of which, the habitable portion is: 15 m
   -Dry weight: 200 t
   -Propellant: 1430 t

The third stage also acts as a Mars lander. It will bleed most velocity by aerobraking in the atmosphere, then it will straighten with a drogue parachute and proceed to land propulsively, for which purpose it has some legs.  Of course, due to the chance of landing on martian lakes, legs are hollow to act as retractable floats.

While in space, air and food are provided by stored consumables. During ascent and transfer burn, electricity is provided by engines and a limited quantity of batteries. After that, it will rely on the payload to provide electrical needs. Ports on the outside and power cables are provided to link several rockets in a single power network. With an estimated transfer time of 7 months, it would take 2 t of mass for each person, without any recycling. Even basic filtering decreases this value significantly.

For ships tasked with carrying crew, sleeping quarters are provided; they are rooms in which walls are lined with people sized pockets, in which crew can sleep.  There are some complaints about elbow pipes sticking out in some of the pockets for no discernible reason, but those are negligible in the grand scheme of things.

Suborned shipyards and factories across Forenia have been working for months to produce engines, bend metal and deliver propellant, fully dedicated to the task. In the last month, with the Government collapsing, even more of the industry has been commandeered in order to push the launch date to the time of the peace treaty. With the vast resources of NEMO, a fleet of New Zheleznogorod rockets is built and ready to evacuate Forenians from the encroaching Cannalans and go forward to the next frontier: MARS!

This design is done in cooperation with kot

Example of steel rocket built in the open by a water tower company
Sea Dragon, reference for enormous water launched shipyard quality rockets
Example of rocket engine

I make this to make sure we get this. There will also be a flag pole provided for when we touch down on Mars, and it's gonna have a small, barely noticeable Arstotzkan flag near the base.

Spoiler: ree2 (click to show/hide)

   It was more of a museum, really. Nearly every piece of military equipment ever used by Arstotzkan forces, even including a tank and one of Andrei Zhuyev A19s hanging from the celling, though acquiring the elusive prototype equipped with retractable floats proved to be impossible. There was also a side room dedicated to more civilian equipment, like old cars and even a T15 based barbecue. Most importantly however, today the building also contained one Unyielding Thirst for Glory. Kot was leaning on a M17A motorcycle, spinning an antique sabre on the ground. They didn't even use those by the time of previous war, that's how old it was.
   Nevertheless, the mind of Kot was more occupied with his father, also Kot, and the whole NEMO debacle. He was also thinking about the events that took place ten years and month ago. In retrospect the Glorious Leader and devious Moskurg King weren't particularly good natured, bright or even reasonable, but they were right about at least one thing, that the engineers couldn't be trusted, since even right now some of them were breaking away from the project and joining the fight, instead of focusing on actually important issues. Some of them, at least, had the decency to leave their work, but it still felt like a betrayal. Kot however wasn't particularly surprised, and in a way, he knew he wasn't going to live through this. The plans of NEMO called for a society that for once would be free from major internal conflict, that would leave behind the problems of the past, and truth be told, Kot lived in the past, it just took one glance at his house to be sure of that. It also has seemed that the past has finally caught up to Forenia. As much as Andres was a patriot, at least once he was, Kot realized that he isn't completely okay with what Andres is doing. In fact, Kot was totally not okay with what Andres was doing. Even setting Soviets and Cannala aside, he remembered the ill-fated conspiracy few years back, and the biggest problem was the “Leader's” hypocrisy. He was unwilling to accept help from others back then, yet, apparently, he is now working with Cannalan invaders, or he has been the whole time. Kot wasn't happy with how the things turned out in the end. It didn't necessarily have to be him, but it certainly shouldn't be Andres, or any Cannalan for that matter. There were other options, but they didn't seem completely trustworthy either. It was a choice between bad and worse and it wasn't even clear which was which, but he decided that if Arstotzka were to come back, it wouldn't be due to invasion of people that had nothing to do with it. Of course at the same time hoping that the damn Moskurgs would not be treacherous was futile, but he had to make a call. In the end, he doubted a lot of people would mourn him, and the Kot legacy was safe anyway, there were plenty around the world. He recently even learned about having some weird relatives on Vlanlados, and was wondering what they were up to, but he had more pressing matters to attend to.
   He gripped the sabre tighter, and sighed. He couldn't just let it happen. He stood up, sheathed the sword, and walked over to a table that had a radio set and a gramophone on it. He didn't prepare a message before, and he was reluctant to actually make one. Maybe people wouldn't think that we were at each other's throat at the last moment, and there could yet be hope, but there was really no place for second thoughts now.

   “Comrades of Arstotzka! Today, the enemies, both old and new, are plotting the destruction of our country! I have credible information that there is a Cannalan plot to not only destroy the Continentalist regime, but also kill Arstotzkans, so that there would be no one opposing their oppression! We would be exchanging a treacherous regime for another regime! They are using a puppet who has not been in the country for years now, cowardly hiding while the true patriots have suffered at home! This cannot stand! You need to take up arms you have at home and go stop them from killing your fellow Arstotzkan in a trap they set up at Armoury, but most importantly, you need to make the madman Andres stop polluting the rightful Arstotzkan clay with his existence, and I shall lead you towards those goals! Goyrl to Arstotzka! Death to oppressors! Follow me to victory!”
   
   Kot put up some nice patriotic music on the gramophone an left the radio on. He listened for a moment to make sure it worked, and turned towards the other end of the room. His eyes stopped for a while on a complete AS-51S locomotive, but he shook his head. Railroads were extremely unreliable in recent months. He instead closed in on the motorcycle he was leaning on before. It was pretty normal, except it also had a modified engine and included rocket boosting and lacked a side-cart, similar to those used in races in Arstotzka, many years ago. The older man who sold him said it was used by Arstotzkan spies in actions against Moskurg years ago. For some reason both he and the bike smelled of fried potatoes, but the thing looked genuine. He looked over to the walls, and carefully fished out a few grenades from a pile containing nearly every possible piece of Arstotzkan explosive ordnance. It was all still working ammunition, which was significantly dangerous to store, but he couldn't bear destroying such works of art, like many government museums did, mindlessly tampering with a piece of their own history. He turned to a mirror, and looked at himself. An officers parade uniform, dashing cap, AS-SP30 in ornamental holster on one hip, antique sabre on the other, but he was painfully aware that by dedicating his time to The Project, he would be outmatched by the traitors. He glanced at a full suit of IA35 armour on a stand in the corner. It probably wasn't enough to stop even rifle rounds these days, but it's better than nothing. He took only the frontal plate though, because he didn't intend to show enemy his back. Left the helmet too, because it'd stop him from wearing the hat, and he couldn't let that happen. That still didn't account for stopping power, so he took an RPG28A off the wall. It's not like he'd have more than one shot at this.
   As he was leading the motorcycle through big, double doors, he gazed back at the house. It was the place he spent most of last ten years in, and it itself was a relic of Arstotzkan times. You could still see concrete on the door frame, and there was a pile of bricks on the side, not cleaned up ever since the door was unblocked after the amnesty, though most of the defensive perimeter set up by Continentalists was already removed. He considered destroying it, but decided against, the amount of relics from the past was too high and way too important. He hoped someone will come by and take care of it.
   The war-torn streets weren't a particularly uplifting sight. As he drove next to several monuments dedicated to heroes, or simply, victims of war, he saw sea of candles lit in their memory. One day that people stopped beating each other up for menial bullshit and actually reflected on the past, and it's the day the war ends on. Quite fitting, just like that he will, in a way, also lit a candle to memory of the dead. Kot started humming a quiet soldier's tune.

“We are lost, we are lost
Where all the roads end
Our path does not
Wherever we turn
Time takes it course
The heart burned
Banished in pain
So we move lost through
The gray no-man's land
Maybe none of us will return
Back to our homeland...”

   Kot stopped only once, to have a clear sight of the sea, hoping to see the culmination of project NEMO. He hoped everything went according to the plan, that's all he could do. “That's one for you, dad”. He grasped the rocket launcher and thought that in a way, it resembled a cavalry lance. Cavalry charges were always more of a Moskurg thing, but these days even Moskurgs have learned to be snipers. Weird times.

Apart from taking part in NEMO project, I intend to:
1) gather popular support
2a) kill Andres, if possible this should not be done as a frontal attack, but as a treacherous back stab
2b) kill any Cannalans or other hostile people that might happen to be against that idea
2c) kill any any Continentalist threat that may be hostile towards me
3) acquire control of Arstotzkan forces
4) call off any attack on Armoury
5) focus on trying to arrange the defense of NEMO project if that's still possible
6) begin talking with our Soviet brothers across the sea about Arstotzkan issue, possibly allowing treacherous Continentalist scum to take part in it if they promise to not be overly treacherous
7) ? ? ?
8a) Profit.
8b) Rename Arstotzka Arskotzka.

I intend to achieve all that with an ancient motorbike, a sword I might not know how to use, a pistol and a non-reusable rocket launcher, and anyone who may have been crazy enough to listen to me when I was shouting from the balcony. Glory to Arskotzka.

I might edit this but am posting now because Senseis are fickle beings and I don't know if I will have time to post before he finally snaps and says the designs are closed. I haven't read through it properly. It's 1AM. Blame Sensei for all the bad things. Also, damn public designs.