Leon Politiker
Ambassador of Corporate Security Alliance
Name: Colony of Vladimir Zemlya (Vla-ad-e-mirror Ze-m-lee-a)
Region: Expansion/Nearing the edge of what it could be classified as its galaxy.
System: Wild space
Suns: Red dwarf; a single sun.
Orbital Position: Third planet from the star.
Moons: A single man-made moon, collecting space dust over centuries- unless observed at the core, it appears exactly like a natural moon. The central core of this Moon being metal, merely used for a reflection of the Star's light. Over time it gathered dust- to put it simply, the core it unnatural matter, but the glaze is. The moon has a one thousand three hundred diameter, ((For those who do not know, just a bit more than half of the Earth's)). Despite being man-built, there are no entry points nor defenses; merely a sphere of reflective metal in the sky.
Coordinates: ((16, T))
Rotational Period: Approximately twenty hours.
Orbital Period: Fifty days, along with nights.
Class: Terrestrial
Diameter: 7,321 miles (12,104 km)
Atmosphere: Type one
Climate: The northern and southern poles are Frozen, but the Northern section of the planet is the most populous. Small towns, along with cities, are scattered in the far south and north. The equator reaching mid-eighties (F) in crop growing season which takes up about one hundred days of the two hundred and thirty.
Gravity: Lesser of what we describe earth and greater than the moon. The gradational force of Mars, if you will.
Primary Terrain: Tundras (Poles/Further away from the equator) and temperate forests (equator)
Native species: A bear-like creature, large and powerful. Abundant, as they outnumber humans twenty to one. They originate from the core and rarely travel far away from it. An adaption of this animal- is a white coat, giant- elephant sized-, bear. Small squirre- like creatures, feeding off of bugs and insects of the planet. Various other fish entities remain in the few lakes.
Immigrated species: Domesticated golden retriever(Called a Goldie)/ German Shepard (Called a Ger)
World known languages: Basic and Rutin are the greatest majority; Basic being known for interstellar trade.(Ra-tin)
Government: Parliamentary Republic.
Population: Two hundred and fifty million.
Demonym: The politically correct term would be 'Zemlies.' (ze-m-lee)
Major cities: Mas and Stal.
Major imports: Equipment for machinery, fruit- occasionally a rarity when it's not in season-, and certain meats.
Major exports: Vodka- along with any general alcohol-, fur, and weaponry.
Affiliation: Corporate Security Alliance
Culture: Vodka, wrestling bears, and being badass! What else can a Russian do?...They're a cultured people. Fishing and hunting becoming a way of life, as there was only a small group of farmers who sold food, as most fed themselves. Poker always influenced the world, gambling becoming a pass time as people grew older.
Technology: This single planet is about as advanced as any other nation. Possibly a bit behind in the Luxury items, keeping modern with space travel and most battle technology.
History: A long, long, time ago. In a galaxy far, far, away...-Skips the rest of the intro.- The UNA- the united nation association- took millions of their own country men. Each sending them to separate worlds, in hope to prosper and maybe save the slowly melting down world. Thousands of years later, the UNA stopped the contact between every colony they sent out. Nearly a fifty thousand years later, they were all dead. All but one, the Ger and Rus(h) joint colony. The Rus(h) population outnumbered the Ger's were quite a bit, twelve to one, and of course it caused trouble within the first few centuries but they moved on from the petty, former nationalism. They were all they had, all they could rely on- until they encountered aliens and their space exhibitions began once more. Sending out soldiers for both democratic and violent means every year. As their lack of records served them, their history faded away. They slowly forgot the past and focused on the future, the future of this planet.
Notable PC's: None other than myself, currently.
Intent: The goal? Simple, to be known as the strongest planet in their system- Their galaxy- as they once thought themselves to be. Whether it requires a few stolen ships to advance their own technology; they will get it.
Region: Expansion/Nearing the edge of what it could be classified as its galaxy.
System: Wild space
Suns: Red dwarf; a single sun.
Orbital Position: Third planet from the star.
Moons: A single man-made moon, collecting space dust over centuries- unless observed at the core, it appears exactly like a natural moon. The central core of this Moon being metal, merely used for a reflection of the Star's light. Over time it gathered dust- to put it simply, the core it unnatural matter, but the glaze is. The moon has a one thousand three hundred diameter, ((For those who do not know, just a bit more than half of the Earth's)). Despite being man-built, there are no entry points nor defenses; merely a sphere of reflective metal in the sky.
Coordinates: ((16, T))
Rotational Period: Approximately twenty hours.
Orbital Period: Fifty days, along with nights.
Class: Terrestrial
Diameter: 7,321 miles (12,104 km)
Atmosphere: Type one
Climate: The northern and southern poles are Frozen, but the Northern section of the planet is the most populous. Small towns, along with cities, are scattered in the far south and north. The equator reaching mid-eighties (F) in crop growing season which takes up about one hundred days of the two hundred and thirty.
Gravity: Lesser of what we describe earth and greater than the moon. The gradational force of Mars, if you will.
Primary Terrain: Tundras (Poles/Further away from the equator) and temperate forests (equator)
Native species: A bear-like creature, large and powerful. Abundant, as they outnumber humans twenty to one. They originate from the core and rarely travel far away from it. An adaption of this animal- is a white coat, giant- elephant sized-, bear. Small squirre- like creatures, feeding off of bugs and insects of the planet. Various other fish entities remain in the few lakes.
Immigrated species: Domesticated golden retriever(Called a Goldie)/ German Shepard (Called a Ger)
World known languages: Basic and Rutin are the greatest majority; Basic being known for interstellar trade.(Ra-tin)
Government: Parliamentary Republic.
Population: Two hundred and fifty million.
Demonym: The politically correct term would be 'Zemlies.' (ze-m-lee)
Major cities: Mas and Stal.
Major imports: Equipment for machinery, fruit- occasionally a rarity when it's not in season-, and certain meats.
Major exports: Vodka- along with any general alcohol-, fur, and weaponry.
Affiliation: Corporate Security Alliance
Culture: Vodka, wrestling bears, and being badass! What else can a Russian do?...They're a cultured people. Fishing and hunting becoming a way of life, as there was only a small group of farmers who sold food, as most fed themselves. Poker always influenced the world, gambling becoming a pass time as people grew older.
Technology: This single planet is about as advanced as any other nation. Possibly a bit behind in the Luxury items, keeping modern with space travel and most battle technology.
History: A long, long, time ago. In a galaxy far, far, away...-Skips the rest of the intro.- The UNA- the united nation association- took millions of their own country men. Each sending them to separate worlds, in hope to prosper and maybe save the slowly melting down world. Thousands of years later, the UNA stopped the contact between every colony they sent out. Nearly a fifty thousand years later, they were all dead. All but one, the Ger and Rus(h) joint colony. The Rus(h) population outnumbered the Ger's were quite a bit, twelve to one, and of course it caused trouble within the first few centuries but they moved on from the petty, former nationalism. They were all they had, all they could rely on- until they encountered aliens and their space exhibitions began once more. Sending out soldiers for both democratic and violent means every year. As their lack of records served them, their history faded away. They slowly forgot the past and focused on the future, the future of this planet.
Notable PC's: None other than myself, currently.
Intent: The goal? Simple, to be known as the strongest planet in their system- Their galaxy- as they once thought themselves to be. Whether it requires a few stolen ships to advance their own technology; they will get it.
