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Riku

Cherico

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Riku dan.


Three weeks of sparring, practicing our spells, practicing how to fall without hurting ourselves, how to throw a punch or a kick and fight with melee weapons. We ate, breathed and slept combat and when we were finished Hanzo arrived and picked us up in a car. We were blindfolded and drove.

"Take off your blindfolds."

We obeyed and Hanzo nodded.

"All right, you got your asignment right?"

"Yeah, work at an airport."

"You know why you're getting that job?"

The three of us shrugged.

"Tanaka, Sato, Dan... This summer wasn't about training you, not just about it rather. It was about finding out what your skill set is, what your personality set is, your maturity levels."

"So we failed."

"No...no, you proved that you can put your nose to the grindstone. A lot of people older than you flake out after the first month, you three took the hardest level of training right down to the wire. When you were working the job, you whined and bitched don't think we didnt notice that."

We cringed.

"But you always made sure that it was just about the work. You didn't disrespect your coworkers, you didnt disrespect your boss. You proved that you could work with civilians. This..."

He paused.

"I won't lie to you, this isn't a kushy gig. It's a rough one."

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"But it's also an important one and in the end we decided it would be best to start you out here."

"Why?"

"Gambling... Well, you could run one of our arcades, and probably do a pretty good job of it, or bounce in front of our clubs. Dan you're more willing to tone things down so I would trust you to handle some of our more social stuff."

He took another drag.

"Really the only thing you were disqualifed for was prostitution."

"Why?"

Tanaka sounded offended.

"Tanaka you're a horndog who sees women as sex objects, Sato you get shy and blushy around pretty girls and act like they're goddesses"

I chuckled.

"Dan, of the three of you, you're the worst."

"What?"

"Sato's problem is easiest to train him out of, he just needs to talk to women enough to know that they're people. Tanaka just needs a good woman to reign him in but you... you have a problem with women."

"There's a place for them and I'm not rude to them."

Hanzo looked at me.

"We purposefully had you all interact with women, local girls, during training. Sato would act like a blushing mess, Tanaka would break out pickup lines that didn't work and you just treated them with restrained fury....our girls are people. They're people who are just trying to pay their bills. This isn't an insult but I don't think any of you have the maturity to handle that kind of business."

He paused, his eyes turning towards the road.

"So who's going to be in charge."

Tanaka's words hung heavy in the car.

"You're asking who's going to be in charge out of the three of you?"

He nodded his head.

"No one, all of you are going to be given a team of 4 younger brothers and you're going to have different tasks."

I decided to ask a question.

"So how did we get in at the airport?"

"Simply put the government fucked up."

Hanzo leaned back and took another drag.

"The locals were not consulted by the goverment when they were creating the plan. So they learned about the plan from the news and that just isn't done. They also used eminent domain to take land instead of trying to build a consensus."

"Were we...?"

"No...none of the families were in on this one. You think we would be involved, you know use us to bully people into selling, but in this case our hands are clean and thank the gods because this was a cluster fuck. So the socialists, communists and other crazies got involved. Now there were riot cops on one side, student activists and commies on the others and none of it looked good."

"So that doesn't answer why we're in now."

"The government needed someone who could talk to the locals and try to break up the alliance they had with the commies, with the chu's. If you're wondering if we busted heads, no. What we did is we found people who got screwed over by the land deal, people who were pissed off about it or who had raw feelings about it."

He stopped the car.

"Then we bribed them."

I blinked.

"What?"

"Yeah, restaurants sprung up in the airport, the employees all local, the owners local. Then bars sprung up. Then businesses. The government couldn't admit they fucked up, they would lose face. So we talked to people and worked on the problem piecemeal."

"And."

"And riot cops were getting hurt and it looked bad. The government didn't want to play the role of the bad guy. Having us do it, that works better. When things look bad we go in and play the heel, break things up."

He looked at us.

"No killing people."

"But."

"Most of the people involved in this shit? They're kids who are in over their heads. Get them away from their leaders, get them to fucking talking things out and some times you're able to reach them. Your average protester? They're not bad kids."

"Chu's?"

"They're different. They're dangerous, they like to hide themselves among the normal people, amongst those kids who are in over their heads. They're so convinced they're the hero of their little fucked up story that they're willing to go to very dark places."

Hanzo's voice was deadly serious.

"How dark?"

"Lost my eye, they used some dark stuff. Keeps the winters from fixing it."

His voice was filled with anger.

"How will we tell the difference between normal protesters and the Chu's?"

"I could tell you a whole bunch of bullshit, but the truth is this: people say that seeing is believing but experiencing is knowing. Only way to really learn the difference is to be in the shit....sorry."

We stopped at the edge and looked at the city below us, from the sky it looked gorgeous. Hanzo smiled.

"Wish it was that pretty down there but it isn't, things are never the same up close as they are from a distance."
 
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Riku

Cherico

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Riku Dan


We woke up around 6 am, Hanzo had us get out of our now tattered jeans and T-shirts and into suits. We drove in silence, Hanzo didn't play the radio or even smoke instead we just drove.

"The airport's important."

"Yeah smuggling operations usually are."

Hanzo sighed at Tanaka's comment.

"No it's important to me, not just because of the money but for personal reasons. The airport... it's a lot like us, nobody wanted it around but it has a purpose. It contributes, it's there for a reason. I suppose thats why I love it, it reminds me of myself, reminds me of us."

We drove up to the airport and Hanzo pulled out his ID, I saw tatoos under the security guard's suit which nodded at us in mutual understanding.

"New boys Hanzo?"

"Yeah."

"Younger brothers?"

"Older ones, the boys who stopped the fuck up with the actor."

The guard raised an eyebrow.

"You warned them about the Chu's?"

"Yeah but does anything really prepare you for them?"

The guard froze and then nodded at the statement.

"True, have them get their ID's first then give them a tour."

"How indepth?"

"We need someone to watch the nexus."

"Shit."

"Yeah the Chu's tried something."

"Those idiots. Don't they know that."

"You think they care?"

"Pricks."

Hanzo sighed and parked the car we followed him like ducklings, he flashed his ID several times and we went into the depths of the building. When we got to the basement our photos were taken, we were given badges and then we followed Hanzo out.

The very back of the airport had a large building that looked more like a concrete wall. When we got inside we flashed our badges and then stared at the glowing blue portals. On the other side americans in uniforms sat on chairs, looking bored.

"That's....."

"Ridgecrest city, Kern county, California, America."

We stared at him.

"It's an open secret that this place exists."

"The nationalists have to be."

"Pissed?"

Hanzo interrupted.

"Remember that oil shock around 69 to 73? Remember when the price of gas in Tokyo was seven times what it is today?"

We blinked but I did remember my father complaining about it.

"The yanks don't use oil in their power plants, why would they? They got so many magi and laylines and open land that they can just plop a powerplant and get free power. That's what 90% of their power comes from then 5% from nuclear and the rest from a variety of stuff. Oil? Their cars are all biodiesel."

"Why don't we use it?"

"Requires a shit ton of land and magi to process that shit. So the yanks, they're sitting on a lot of oil that doesn't have a market. We needed a whole bunch of oil and Opec was fucking us sideways. So the government grabbed land that wasn't that developed that had a nexus on it and connected us to the yanks. There are other portals, the ones down below the ground are pipes that send oil to the city."

"And no one complains?"

"Price of gas in Tokyo is a third of the national cost. The government has a 10% gas tax on it and half of it goes to the greater Tokyo metropolitan area. The yanks sell the oil, the government gets tax money and we get cheap gas. Every one wins. but direct connections to another country? That makes people uncomfortable, so we just kind of ignore it."

He paused.

"It's like Okinawa. The yanks claimed all the nexus and connected them to back home, the rest of the country bitches about it but the locals just kind of pretend it doesn't exist."

He motioned for us to walk away.

"All right so our operation, we don't use planes."

"But."

"We don't, we check luggage for drugs, for illegal shit and we make sure everything is officially on the up and up. What we actually use for smuggling is those gates."

"They have guards."

We exited the building.

"What's the market for drugs."

He blinked.

"It's a big market, one the chu's dominate because they're stupid. Now whats the market for beef? For chicken? For wheat or dairy."

"We smuggle food?"

"Average cost of food on the yankee side is a 5th of what it costs in japan. The price of japanese beef is 17 times that as american beef and I'm going to be honest other then the wagyu stuff it's shit. So what we do is this we find excuses for people to go on vacation in america and then give them lists of things to buy to bring home."

"How do we convince people to do that?"

"Simple we got people who owe us money and when they can't pay, they win a trip to California. They take one of our special suitcases to a supplier on the other side. That case gets filled with food and other items people want because yes we do special requests."

"Really?"

"Yeah really. Thing is they have magi who have spells scanning for illegal shit such as drugs, weapons or guns, that sort of thing, but if it's legal those scans just let it go. It doesn't matter how much stuff is being moved, just that it passes the smell test."

I looked at one of our people as a man in a bad suit and a combover handed over a wheeled trunk. Our boy opened it and then shook the man's hand.

"2 hundred thousand yen in debt, he's got 14 more vacations before he's paid it off."

"The wife's ok with it?"

"He brings her and the kids along, they all think he's some great poker player. He pays back his debt, the wife gets to go to another country on the weekends, kids play on the beach and we get our money back."

He paused.

"Unless he fucks up. Then we have to beat him up but most of our mules are smart enough not to fuck things up so badly."

He looked at me.

"This is where you come in Dan. Remember how you're a US citizen?"

My stomach felt sick.

"Yeah?"

"How do you feel about Karate tornaments?"

It was then that the sinking feeling somehow got worse.
 
Trade

Cherico

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Peter Zeiwlander - Trade


Back before the war all you needed to do to trade with another country was to either send goods across a border or put a ship on the water. During the cold war America bribed up an alliance and anyone could trade with anyone else as long as you agreed to fight the Soviets their way.

It worked and was one of the biggest eras of trade in human history, before that you had the imperial system where countries had their own navies to protect their trade and get natural resources. The end of the world changed that.

Now the survivors each had an entire world full of resources for themselves but international trade became much much harder.

You couldn't simply ship goods across a border, you couldn't simply put a boat on the ocean. You needed to either have rocketry good enough to pass through the void of space or have magi teleport your goods from nexus point to nexus point.

The problem with the former is that aerospace technology is expensive, you have to survive for weeks and months in space and then safely enter another world's gravity well AND then escape said gravity well on the return trip. Most worlds do not have the technology to do so.

The problem with the later is that you need a large amount of seasonal magi to do consistent international trade. As magi are capable of doing many things and are needed for many things you have the issue of opportunity costs and tradeoffs. After looking at the books, in order to do consistent international trade in the modern era you need to have at least 3% of your population be seasonal magi.

That means trusting 3% of your population to be living weapons, to be capable of doing as much damage as a machine gun or a cannon. Most country's political classes simply are not willing to do that. Those countries will have their ability to trade dictated by the countries that are. Does that sound rough? Well that's just the way things are.

So lets look at the nations that can trade.

America before the war had a seasonal magi rate that hovered between 10% and 20%. Some times it would be higher some times it would be lower but after 1820 it never really fell below 10%. That's even with large amounts of immigration from the old world.

When the war hit, the old bird's firm request for Mars was that all of the clones would be seasonal magi. The population doubled and they went from having 15% of the country be magi to a majority of their population. Even with an influx of refugees that majority remained and only grew larger because Magi had larger families than non magi and because magi advocated for more magic schools.

These days all American schools teach magic, with religious schools being allowed to opt out of it. The American magi population is now 85%. They have the highest percentage and number of magi in the system, that's why they were the backbone of international trade during the transitionary period after world war 3. Things have changed but those numbers allow them to form trade blocks with lots of other countries.

The United Kingdom has historically treated their magi shabbily, sending any magi who were not in the aristocratic class to its colonies. World war two changed things, they sent their children to Compass in mass and, when those children came back after the war, the former colonies told the UK that they couldn't send them into exile.

This block remained, teaching others in the ways of magic. When the war happened, Magi were 4% of the UK's population, Australia had a magi population of 33%. After the war the UK realized things had changed and put in a crash course to increase their magi population. They also strengthened the commonwealth into an economic trading block. Together with its former colonies the commonwealth has the next largest amount of magi, enough magi to trade. Pooling their magi allows the commonwealth to punch above their individual weight.

China is the third strongest nation or trading block.

The republic of China was formed in its modern state when its magi realized that the mundane leaders were losing and that they would all die if they didn't take control. So they held a coup and then successfully held back mao's forces for generations, hiding behind walls and Western support while they rebuilt.

The magi realized that they didn't have public support or legitimacy and so tried to grow their numbers carefully. Seasonal magic schools were open to anyone who scored in the 10% of their schools. These students would be the bureaucrats and leaders of Chinese society. The next 50% would be allowed to learn qulipothic arts.

These days 20% of China's population is composed of seasonal magi, which means the country is capable of international trade and can form trade alliances with nations that don't have that capability. They're currently the 2nd largest economy in the system and their trade block is growing.


India, after the sino indian war and the loss of Kashmir, realized that they had to get their act together or they might face another invasion. The fact that they only survived because an international coalition came to save them was another factor.

So, after a brutal and ugly purge and pogrom of anyone who collaborated with the Chinese, they began a modernization policy. One flank of this was magic education. When the war happened 5% of their population was magi, these days it's around 12%.

India's problem is that the country is in many ways disorganized and quite a few ethnic and religious minorities want to leave. The leading hindu party doesn't see this as a problem and plans on creating their own commonwealth out of ethnic minorities who set up their own countries on other planets. Despite their problems they're the third largest economy in the solar system.

France.....France more than anything else wants to be relevant again, they want to be a great power again. The problem is their economy is behind the times, their technology isn't the best. And the percentage of magi is a mere 1.5% of their population which isn't enough to be independent. You need at least those 3% to do that.

That 1.5% by the way is after a crash course to increase their number of magi. they have also been trying to stay relevant by trying to maintain the European Union, which isn't working because the UK said no during the 80s. The two countries capable of independent trade, Italy and Poland, want to leave. With Polex passing about 5 years ago and being held up by a desperate France while Italy is holding their own leave vote this year.

France's goal of using the EU as a way to have more power on the international stage is falling apart before its eyes. It simply doesn't have the magi to do international trade and its coalition doesn't have enough magi to overcome that issue, with the ones capable of doing so trying to leave. It needs a large segment of magi willing to act as its middleman.

It needs Quebec.
 
Riku

Cherico

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Riku Dan


"So...your mother was Betty Goodwitch?"

Paperwork....after all of my effort to distance myself from the american side of my family my very japanese yakuza boss's demand that I reconnect with them.

"Yes."

The man had grey hair and nodded.

"I served with her in india."

I blinked at the man.

"What was she like?"

I cringed, the words coming out unbidden. The man closed his eyes.

"Shy..."

I blinked.

"Your mother was, well, incredibly tough when the going got tough, in a fire fight she held her own but she didn't talk much...just wasn't her nature."

And that was it. Shy, the grand total of what I knew about my mother was that she was shy. The man helped me finish my paperwork and I was given a suitcase, a passport, a new ID and prepared for my next mission.

"Finished?"

Hanzo looked at me.

"Yeah, ready for the mission, go to the right place, have them fill the order and come right back."

"They um told you where she was buried?"

"Some place called Glendal. It's not that far from the place. Don't worry I won't let something like that distract me."

Hanzo gave me a look of concern.

"You've never visited your mother's grave?"

"It's in a different country. I think dad's buried next to her."

"You should go visit her grave. Your father's grave too."

"I have a mission."

Hanzo sighed.

"The family understands that you have a life outside the family."

"I know and I can live that life when there isn't a job to do."

Hanzo closed his one eye and took in a breath.

"All right, this isn't working."

"What isn't working."

"Giving you hints, its not working. Riku... You're a smart guy, you're a hard worker, but you have a chip on your shoulder and a grudge against the world."

"I am a professional."

"Yes you are."

"Have I ever insulted a woman in front of you?"

"No but you're cold to them and you're rude to them. So far that hasn't affected your career with us but, sooner or later, you're going to get invited to a party or a mixer. And the wives and daughters of important people in the family will be there."

"So don't get drunk and don't talk to them."

"It doesn't work like that. The drunk think, you could get away with. Lots of big brothers worry about hurting someone with their powers and don't drink at all. But you will be expected to interact with them."

"Aren't you on Tanaka about how he's."

"There is a middle ground between acting like a dog in heat and treating a women like a monster who's about to attack you."

He ran his fingers through his hair.

"All right, this is an official order. Go to your parent's graves, try to deal with whatever issues you have with them, make peace with your past. If you're looking for a rational reason to do this think of it as a mission ok? Visiting your parent's grave is your cover."

He looked at me with concern.

"Look, I worry about you. You have a lot of potential but I've seen lots of smart guys lose everything because of their personal baggage. Promise me that you will do this."

"Fine, I promise."

"Good, good, so with that out of the way we're going to get you signed up with the Japanese Karate association."

"I don't know karate."

"You dont have to, your job will be helping various dojos 'visit' the United States to compete against the yankees."

"Let me guess their parents owe us money?"

He smiled.

"Not all of them of course but we have arrangements with our chronic gamblers, or people who are hard up on cash. Their children join a martial arts club, they compete in a few matches and purchase a few things for us. If they owe us money we take money off the debt, if they don't then they get a cut."

"Civilians?"

"Of course."

"Can't you do that without me?"

"Japanese citizens can only arrange trips so often, but an american citizen can sponsor an exhibition match at anytime."

"And that's going to be my gig I assume?"

"It will be something you do on the weekends, you will have to work 'part time' at the airport."

"And?"

"You will still get 2 days off a week, what do you want?"

"Monday and friday, I have a sinking suspection that this is going to be a lot harder then you say it will be."

"You really are a smart guy."
 
Riku

Cherico

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Riku Dan


I do not have a problem.

Ok I can be cold at times but I do not have a...ugh.

A stewardess looks at me with suspicion and flinches as she sees the tattoo on my wrist. I reluctantly get in the elevator with her, taking the corner furthest away from her, making a point of not looking at her.

Music plays over the radio, I recognize the song Hiroshi Suzuki's Shrimp Dance. I make a pointed effort to ignore her but hear wimpering and sigh as I look over at the terrified woman. I roll my eyes and I press.

"Please tell me we're not both heading towards the roof."

She made an eeping sound and I shook my head.

"You know what? I can walk."

I moved along the elevator room, careful to not get close to her, to press the button. She continued to look at me with fear as....the lights went out.

"Ugh."

I slammed my head against the elevator's doors as the woman whimpered. I turned around, looked at her, and she flinched. I tilted my head.

"Can you please stop doing that?"

"Stop.....what?"

"Making that noise. I don't want to be here with you either, the less you distract me the more time I will have to think up a way to get out of here."

"Um allright."

I got on my knees and pulled out a dice, I felt the power rush through me and then I closed my eyes, trying...

"Well crap."

I got up.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that I'm trapped here with you."

I couldn't help it, some of the sheer disgust I felt leaked out.

"All right...."

I took a deep breath.

"I traced what caused the problem. Someone hit the transformer that powers this building with a rocket."

She blinked.

"And how do you know that?"

I waved my hands and let them glow.

"Magic."

I shook my head.

"Now normally the elevator would have a battery or something so it could get us at least to the next floor but they clearly cut corners. There are a couple of stray wires that need to be put into place then I think I can jury rig us at least to the next floor."

"Oh."

"Do you have any tweezers or nail clipers? Anything I could use as tools?"

She turned her head.

"Why am I not surprised?"

I shook my head and started floating, she screeched.

"Oh come on what's your problem?"

"You're floating!"

"Yes....your point being?"

"People don't float."

"Magic."

I did jazz hands and went to the work panel.

"Stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Floating."

I stared down at her.

"I don't see what the problem is. You don't want to be in an elevator with me and I don't want to be in an elevator with you. I am going to go to the panel, get out and then fix the elevator so we can get out."

"It's not normal."

I stared at her.

"Really... That's your reasoning? I am not allowed to solve a problem that effects us both because it's not normal?"

I floated to the ground.

"Do you want out of here?"

"Of course I do."

"Then let me fix the problem."

She bit her lip.

"We should wait, let someone else."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why should we wait for someone else to fix our problems when we can solve the problem on our own?"

"There are people out there whose job is to fix it."

"All right, granted that's a thing. But you see, there is one small problem with that idea."

"What's the problem?"

"You see your plan has one big giant issue."

"What is it?"

"I would have to spend more time with you."

I flew up and started moving the panel.

"Do you think you're cute or something?"

The woman seemed angry.

"Woman, I am adorable."

I banged the panel and smiled as it popped of. I got on top of the elevator and sighed at the mess I saw.

"Damn it."

"What?"

Exposed wiring really? Did no one care about safety? I carefully moved my hands and tried to jam the wires in their correct spots. I used magic to mend the obvious breaks and smiled as the elevator moved up, the thing dinged as we went up a little. I dropped down to where the stewardess was.

"It didn't open."

Nothing's ever easy. I went to my knee and pulled out a knife. I heard screaming and turned to her.

"Can you not do that?"

"You have a knife?"

"Yeah, I do. It's a useful tool."

I turned my back to her and pryed open the door and then grimaced.

"Damn it."

The elevator only went up partially but I saw freedom, freedom from this creature. I floated up and crawled to freedom.

"HEY!"

I froze.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"Didn't you say that we should wait for someone to save us?"

"Please."

"Ugh...."

I took off my coat and my shirt, I created a rope out of it and lowered it down.

"Climb."

"I uff am trying."

I sighed and pulled. I grimaced as I heard my coat tear but saw her finally grip the top of the elevator.

"help me."

"You can do this."

"Please."

I grimaced as I touched her and helped her to the ground. She huffed and looked at me, her eyes lingering way to long on my body and I looked at my destroyed colored shirt.

"Great."

My coat was still intact though so I put it on. I walked towards the stairs and heard footsteps behind me. I tried to ignore it and heard someone wimper as I heard some one fall. I turned around and looked at the woman.

"Why?"

"What?"

"We got out of the elevator, this is where our paths split."

"I think I hurt my ankle."

I stared at her.

"You tried to go upstairs in high heels?"

"Well yes what was I supposed to do?"

"Take them off, then put them back on when you're on more solid ground."

She grimaced and I went down, she was bleeding.

"Crap.... I'm going to have to touch you."

She wimpered.

"Look, do you want this healed of not?"

She nodded her head and I put my hands on her ankle, her eyes opened as my hands glowed.

"It feels ok now, but my shoe is destroyed."

"Fine...I will fix that too."

I grabbed the broken shoe and used the mending spell. She put it back on.

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"This is what caused the problem in the first place."

"Oh...right."

She took off her shoes and we walked up the stairs.

"So um where are you from?"

"No."

"What?"

"We are not doing this. We are not friends, we are not coworkers. We are strangers and I would really like us to continue being strangers."

I continued walking.

"I'm from Mihonoseki."

"I have no idea where that is."

"It's a small town in the east."

"Good for you."

I continued walking up.

"Where are you from?"

"Tokyo. I was born here, I was raised here."

"We should exchange cards."

"How about not?"

I continued walking.

"Would your mother be proud of you treating a girl like this?"

"She's dead."

The woman blinked.

"Ok, your father?"

"Killed himself in front of me when I was 16 years old. And my grandparents are dead too, don't ask me if I have other relatives because I don't know."

"So we're both alone in the world."

"Your parents alive?"

"Well yes but they're back in my hometown."

"Then we are nothing alike."

I took another step and felt someone pull my arm. I looked at the woman.

"I almost fell."

"can you not do that?"

"What?"

"Touch me...I did not give you permission to touch me."

She blinked...

"What?"

"This is the first time I've been on the other end of this conversation."[/QUOTE]
 
Canada

Cherico

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Peter Zeiwlander

To understand Canada you must understand their plan for the Rapture.

Canada had 100 million clones to work with. Quebec got 20 million as a deal to shut them up, the other 80 million would be split between the provinces of Ontario, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Newfoundland and labrador, Prince Edward island, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Alberta and British Columbia.

Canada was given Titan, the single most oil rich planetoid in the solar system. Now, for you Americans, oil is that thing that the rest of the world uses to power their cars and power plants, they don't just use it to make plastic like you do.

In a single bad day Canada replaced the Middle East as the oil producer of humanity and Quebec gave them the power to ship that oil wherever they damned well pleased. It was an ideal situation.

Unfortunately the people who ship that oil wanted to leave so Canada decided that the proper solution was to bribe them. And those bribes were promptly spent on making it easier for them to leave.

Because Quebec isn't motivated by money, their motivations are very different. They don't care about the cost, they want out. And during the last generation you have seen a silent ethnic cleansing of English speakers in Quebec territory as they used more and more intrusive language laws to kick them out.

Quebec voted to leave during the 90s, that vote won but the Canadians gave them bribes and tried to convince them to stay. More referendums were held and the leave votes just got larger.

So how does this affect Canada?

During the 1980s the Canadian liberal party supported a detent with Russia and held a nuclear disarmament conference between America and the Soviet Union. Then the soviet union destroyed Earth.

The Canadian liberal party died that day, it exists only as a historical memory. In that power vacuum rose five political parties.

You now have the Canadian conservative party, The reform party, the New democratic party, the people's party and the Block Quebecois.

The NDP is a socialist party, the Block Quebecois is a Quebec nationalist party, the Canadian conservative party is a right wing party, the reform party is as far right as Canada goes without going into fringe territory and the people's party isn't actually socialist but a collection of small government libertarians, most people call them anarchists.

With the destruction of the liberal party the NDP did a full on blitz to get votes from a scared left. Then they banned clones from voting and made a deal with Quebec. Their clones would be given an exception in exchange for the NPD being put in charge of the nation, Quebec would be given autonomy and bribes.

In making this deal the NDP made itsef the ruling party of Canada. By the time the other parties noticed what had happened they had been completely cut out of power. The emergency powers the NDP gathered never really vanished.

They used the oil revenues to bribe the cities into supporting them while the rural areas, the new territories of the now expanded provinces, were disenfranchized.

Ok now you have done that. As a clone you're a second class citizen but you're told that your children will be able to vote, that it's just temporary.

Only it isn't. You're old and you're still not allowed to vote while your children are blocked from voting because of suspicions of 'defects'. The political parties that call for you to be given the vote are constantly put into prison on spurious, and sometimes false, accusations. New immigrants are given full voting rights with the understanding they vote the NDP's way. And while they are given generous 'transition' benefits you pay ever larger taxes and do not get benefits.

As time has gone on the NDP has become increasingly corrupt, despite all of the roadblocks their share of parliament is shrinking and the only thing keeping them as prime minister is their alliance with the Block. Quebec provides the votes and the threat of military intervention if a rebellion happens.

Only Quebec wants to leave, has voted to leave and France is now pushing for them to get their own world. When that happens the Block is no longer a factor in canadean politics. So what happens?

Canada's ability to independently trade with the outside world will no longer be controlled by Quebec and Ontario. Ontario had the political power, Quebec had the mages. The only region in Canada that prepared for Quebec leaving was Newfoundland. When Quebec leaves they will control half of Canada's magi, and they're now the headquarters of Canada's conservative parties. The rest of Canada's magi mostly live in more conservative areas.

The NDP currently controls 20 percent of the votes, and the block controls another 40 percent. If Quebec leaves that means the other parties will then control 60 percent of the vote, and that's before they end the legal discrimination against clones and their descendants.

The question isn't if the NDP will lose power, the question is whether it will step down peacefully or if Canada will have a revolution.
 

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