"In nomine imperator, nos resurgemus, et restituet"
Where Have You Arrived?
The Northwestern Imperium lives as the gateway to North America from the vastness of the Pacific. Under the benevolent hand of our mighty Emperor, we reach to the Yukon in the North, and Oregon in the South, with a vast, beautiful interior to rival the greatest natural spaces on the Earth. You are in the capital city of Victoria, remodeled into a grand Imperial Seat. The Empire offers peace, and security, in the chaotic eddies of today's North America. Here you have the freedom to grow, to make a new life in a land in which imPort, Earth-born, and First Peoples work together in common purpose.
Protected by our benevolent Emperor, The Imperium reminds us all of the better days where strife and factions did not pollute the continent. The old prosperity, here, remains.
Find your Path!
Bring Honor to the Peoples!
Long Live the Emperor!
Setting
Sprawling across the beauteous spaces of the Pacific Northwest - and ever-expanding - the Imperium offers vast natural beauty - and technological prowess. It exports raw materials as well as high-end communications equipment powered by magitech - undercutting yesterday's silicon-based technologies from further south. Perhaps not the most populous of states, but everywhere there is a sense of movement, of energy. This is an Empire on the rise, on the move - but to where, is the question.
One arrives through the porter system into what is clearly a great hall, prepared for some sort of banquet or party. The sounds of traditional music of First Peoples, drums and dancing, filter up to where you are.
You are approached shortly after by a woman with black hair, with two white stripes in it, and one eye red and the other blue.
"Welcome, I'm Director-General Poirier. Think of me as the Prime Minister. I'm glad to welcome you to the Imperium. You're in luck - not everyone gets greeted in person, but it's a festival day today. You'll get a chance to meet the Emperor later, as it happens. Emperor Emet-Selch does so enjoy attending such things in person."
Looking around, the new arrival will see what appears to be a very open hall - banners of First Nations hang everywhere, with signs pronouncing their self-government. The woman in the grey suit continues, glancing at a pocket watch to keep track of time.
"You'll receive a briefing on laws and customs shortly. Please bear in mind that the First Peoples govern themselves, so if you venture into their territories, you'll be under their laws - respect them."
As you look at details, some points stand out - despite the airy feel to the place, there are guards about. And the occasional Magitech armor:
The woman smiles, and nods, offering a shaken hand. "I have duties to attend to. But you'll find counseling services, orientation materials, and information on assigned housing - nobody in the Imperium goes without a roof over their head. Good luck, and good fortune. Do great things for us, please."
Below there are rich foods, including a selection of food from any number of First Nations - Haida, Tlingit, Nisga'a, Tsimshian - nearly twenty in all. There will even be gifts, echoes of the ancient Potlatch tradition, respected and welcomed here. There are areas where Indigenous artists have works for sale in a variety of ways. But above all, there is music and dancing - traditional in one hall, more modern in another. The Imperium is, clearly, eclectic - a reflection of its Emperor and his varying tastes and moods.
Finally, if you stay long enough, the Emperor himself makes his arrival. Escorted by his elaborate and fascinating royal guard, he sweeps up to the dais upon which sits his throne. Everyone, of course, rises. And then the impressive strains of the national anthem - a relic of the Director-General's French upbringing - fills the hall:
While there is no real free press in the Imperium - the Emperor does so hate mockery - the Network itself is rather surprisingly open. It is government-provided, free to access, and can easily reach outside. Even careful testing will not reveal any actual monitoring - the Director-General well knows what full surveillance is extraordinarily costly and will prevent nothing. Better to save efforts for specific individuals and known spies, rather than waste money and resources on trying to control information that will escape anyways.
Besides, it is a rather convenient excuse: the Free Voice sub-network exists alongside it. From here a broadcast known as The Voice of the Peoples reaches nearly every citizen in the Imperium - and with the new communications satellites the Imperium has recently been putting into orbit, this broadcast is reaching further and further afield. The White Tower is condemned, rebellion and its eventual success extolled - calling for an end to ImPort supremacy.
Strangely, the Free Voice seems to never criticize the Imperium on anything other than the most superficial level - but then again, it says nothing against a number of factions, either. This is, of course, the sort of thing that happens on an open network. Nothing to be done about it, of course. And secretly, these increasingly professional propaganda broadcasts are being funded by the Director-General's ISB - the Imperium Security Bureau.
Talk to whom you want; it will be mostly free - let the rebellion organize, and they will go mostly without monitoring. The press may not be terribly free in the Imperium - but the flow of ideas certainly is.
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Where Have You Arrived?
The Northwestern Imperium lives as the gateway to North America from the vastness of the Pacific. Under the benevolent hand of our mighty Emperor, we reach to the Yukon in the North, and Oregon in the South, with a vast, beautiful interior to rival the greatest natural spaces on the Earth. You are in the capital city of Victoria, remodeled into a grand Imperial Seat. The Empire offers peace, and security, in the chaotic eddies of today's North America. Here you have the freedom to grow, to make a new life in a land in which imPort, Earth-born, and First Peoples work together in common purpose.
Protected by our benevolent Emperor, The Imperium reminds us all of the better days where strife and factions did not pollute the continent. The old prosperity, here, remains.
Bring Honor to the Peoples!
Long Live the Emperor!
Setting
Sprawling across the beauteous spaces of the Pacific Northwest - and ever-expanding - the Imperium offers vast natural beauty - and technological prowess. It exports raw materials as well as high-end communications equipment powered by magitech - undercutting yesterday's silicon-based technologies from further south. Perhaps not the most populous of states, but everywhere there is a sense of movement, of energy. This is an Empire on the rise, on the move - but to where, is the question.
Further Details and Imperial History found here.
One arrives through the porter system into what is clearly a great hall, prepared for some sort of banquet or party. The sounds of traditional music of First Peoples, drums and dancing, filter up to where you are.
You are approached shortly after by a woman with black hair, with two white stripes in it, and one eye red and the other blue.
"Welcome, I'm Director-General Poirier. Think of me as the Prime Minister. I'm glad to welcome you to the Imperium. You're in luck - not everyone gets greeted in person, but it's a festival day today. You'll get a chance to meet the Emperor later, as it happens. Emperor Emet-Selch does so enjoy attending such things in person."
Looking around, the new arrival will see what appears to be a very open hall - banners of First Nations hang everywhere, with signs pronouncing their self-government. The woman in the grey suit continues, glancing at a pocket watch to keep track of time.
"You'll receive a briefing on laws and customs shortly. Please bear in mind that the First Peoples govern themselves, so if you venture into their territories, you'll be under their laws - respect them."
As you look at details, some points stand out - despite the airy feel to the place, there are guards about. And the occasional Magitech armor:
The woman smiles, and nods, offering a shaken hand. "I have duties to attend to. But you'll find counseling services, orientation materials, and information on assigned housing - nobody in the Imperium goes without a roof over their head. Good luck, and good fortune. Do great things for us, please."
Below there are rich foods, including a selection of food from any number of First Nations - Haida, Tlingit, Nisga'a, Tsimshian - nearly twenty in all. There will even be gifts, echoes of the ancient Potlatch tradition, respected and welcomed here. There are areas where Indigenous artists have works for sale in a variety of ways. But above all, there is music and dancing - traditional in one hall, more modern in another. The Imperium is, clearly, eclectic - a reflection of its Emperor and his varying tastes and moods.
Finally, if you stay long enough, the Emperor himself makes his arrival. Escorted by his elaborate and fascinating royal guard, he sweeps up to the dais upon which sits his throne. Everyone, of course, rises. And then the impressive strains of the national anthem - a relic of the Director-General's French upbringing - fills the hall:
While there is no real free press in the Imperium - the Emperor does so hate mockery - the Network itself is rather surprisingly open. It is government-provided, free to access, and can easily reach outside. Even careful testing will not reveal any actual monitoring - the Director-General well knows what full surveillance is extraordinarily costly and will prevent nothing. Better to save efforts for specific individuals and known spies, rather than waste money and resources on trying to control information that will escape anyways.
Besides, it is a rather convenient excuse: the Free Voice sub-network exists alongside it. From here a broadcast known as The Voice of the Peoples reaches nearly every citizen in the Imperium - and with the new communications satellites the Imperium has recently been putting into orbit, this broadcast is reaching further and further afield. The White Tower is condemned, rebellion and its eventual success extolled - calling for an end to ImPort supremacy.
Strangely, the Free Voice seems to never criticize the Imperium on anything other than the most superficial level - but then again, it says nothing against a number of factions, either. This is, of course, the sort of thing that happens on an open network. Nothing to be done about it, of course. And secretly, these increasingly professional propaganda broadcasts are being funded by the Director-General's ISB - the Imperium Security Bureau.
Talk to whom you want; it will be mostly free - let the rebellion organize, and they will go mostly without monitoring. The press may not be terribly free in the Imperium - but the flow of ideas certainly is.
Additional Information:
Faction History and Additional Information
Emperor Emet-Selch
Director General Ysanne Poirier
Jaina Solo, Future Leader
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