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Citizen's Guide to the Keelituun Republic (it's not close to being finished sorry also its me jacob)

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Citizen's Guide to the Keelituun Republic (it's not close to being finished sorry also its me jacob)

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Prologue

Greetings, newcomers to the Republic! As part of your system’s Terms of Galactic Reconciliation, copies of the Citizen’s Guide to the Keelituun Republic Ver. 402 are to be given out to all new citizens of the Republic. In this handy guide, you shall be enlightened on your Republic and its major players, and will learn more on the state of the galaxy we all inhabit. As we respect that our peoples’ time is limited, this guide will be short, though if you wish to expand your knowledge, you may go to your local bookstore or Republic Cultural Center and pick up a free copy of the Citizen’s Extended Guide to the Keelituun Republic Ver. 353. Now, please, take a moment, and allow your mind to be enlightened with this guide.

Seloonk and Republic Politics

The most powerful and respected of the powers of the Republic, the Seloonk are known for their great economic influence, their political strength, and their

Haliij and Military Organization

With the many dangers posed in our great quest for galactic peace, it is important to have a strong military force, and the United Haliij Systems, or the UHS, know this well. Its people, the Qir’jikala, are known for their great military prowess, having beared some of the greatest generals known to the Republic.

The Pastelli and Arcane Affairs

As you may already know, the effects of magic and the arcane are very potent, and if wielded poorly, very dangerous. If you aren’t aware of what magic is, a full, in-depth explanation is granted in the Citizen’s Extended Guide to the Keelituun Republic Ver. 353, but in short, it is the harnessing of spiritual energy by certain souls in order to manipulate the world around them. Of all the polities in the Republic, the Republic of Pastelli, and their main inhabitants, the Belrika, are the most well versed in arcane knowledge and the most powerful in its application.

Schools of Arcana

Arcane Containment

As mages are often very dangerous when left without knowledge on how to control their power, any planet with a significant population of these magic-wielders, known as witches, has stationed a minimum of five companies of the Arcane Containment Forces, or ACF. The ACF assists local planetary policing forces in combating these rogues, bringing enlightenment to these people, though in the most extreme of circumstances, harsher justice may be unnecessary.

Edo and Religious Expression

Iriskaln and Keelituun Robotics

Kirrana and Diversity of Species

Threats to Galactic Peace

Now that you have learned of the major players in Republic politics and all the great virtues of the Republic, we believe it is best to inform you of those in the galaxy that seek to vanquish Keelituun and all of those that live within it. With the galaxy being as large as it is, we cannot inform you of all of the galaxy’s threats, but the most notable shall be listed here.

Aurelian Empire

The largest and most tyrannical of the governmental bodies in the galaxy, they are our main obstacle in our goal of galactic unity, crushing all notions of hope and joy in their conquests and scourings.

How to Identify the Aurelians

Before learning how to identify an Aurelian, it is first important to identify their spacecraft. The most prominent thing about an Aurelian navy is the high number of iconography of avian creatures, often called Shahbaz, Aquila, or Aetos Dios.

Chaalin Confederacy

An upstart faction composed of a number of different sovereign nations, they selfishly believe that the people of the galaxy are better off on their own, greedily keeping their wealth and technology for themselves. They’ve only come together in order to keep themselves separate from the unity of the Keelituun Republic and the tyranny of the Aurelian Empire, and though while the latter is understandable to us, these people, in their stubborn pride, reject the selflessness of their greaters.

Stilkyn

A mysterious extragalactic force, we unfortunately know very little of these invaders. However, we do know that they cannot be reasoned with, and will not accept surrender. Every previous attempt of contact has led to the destruction of our forces. If you encounter any of their forces, eliminate them with extreme prejudice.

How to Identify a Stilkyn

There are very few consistent elements within the Stilkyn, with a great variety in its many races. A consistent theme, though, is their great number of bionics and robotics.

Galaxis Dynasty

Auralis

Wild Reaches

Matius Imperium

Marauders and Pirates

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Jefree sat idly in the meeting, dutifully listening to the dull murmor of voices swelling around the circle of
folding chairs. "Listening" is probably a strong word for what he was doing; he was simply using the
converse like a white noise machine, letting it lull him into a peaceful doze. He finally slipped out of
consciousness and fell into a black pit; until a vivid light shone before him, his dark eyelids turning red.
"What the hell-" he began with a start, jolting to his senses, his eyes flashing open and darting around. In
front of him stood a figure swathed in a white robe, a slight glow radiating like a delicate aura around his
shoulders and the long locks of his head. At second glance, Jefree noted the figure was barefoot, and was
in fact not standing; he hoverered an inch or so above the ground.
Jefree was shtting bricks. Could anyone else in the room see this spectacle? He scanned the AA meeting,
but not a single person had so much as paused at the sudden presence of this fantastical robed man.
"Jefree," the hovering man interrupted Jefree's thoughts, lassoing and pulling his eyes back to him. "You
look so homely."
And so Jefree did. So observant, Jefree thought bitterly. His hair was matted and clung to his face, dirt
tinting the platinum mangle of knots on his head, his clothes hanging loosely around his torso and legs.
So he'd had a rough go of it. But what the hell gave this mythical stranger jurisdiction to comment on his
looks? The nerve.
After a momentary pause, Jefree simply shrugged in response, scouring the man's eyes for any indiction
of anything; his mind was so flooded with questions he couldn't pick out any single one. Except one.
Thoughtlessly, he spat out, "Are you an angel?".
The figure chuckled. And then laughed. And then that laugh crescendoed into a full-on belly guffaw. Pale
yellow light sparkled and danced around him as he chortled. "I'm God."
Jefree just stared. And kept staring. God stared back. This staring contest persisted for what felt like
hours. tbc

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Annabelle walked down the hall, her twisted red locs bouncing with glee on her shoulders as she gets ready to do her favorite thing. Commiting murder. Annabelle grabbed the door handle of room 1071 with her small fabric hands. As Annebelle creeped into the room she laid her beaty button eyes on her victim. The unsuspecting man sat at his computer typing away, oblivious to the fact his life is about to end. Daniel Sullivan seemed to be happy grading papers from his students. Mr. Sullivan stood up, the doll quickly ducked behind the wall in the back of the room. He left, Annabelle was safe. Annabelle has the perfect chance to carry through with her plan.

She ran to his desk and grabbed the murder weapon. She grabbed the scissors and held them close. Then she scurried to hide in the cabinet behind where he would be seated. Mr. Sullivan re-entered the room with a pile of papers in hand. He sat at his desk and started searching for something. He asked himself “Where are my scissors?”. Anabelle squealed with joy,  “I have them”. Mr. Sullivan whipped around, locking eyes with the doll as she plugged the scissors deep into his chest. Mr. Sullivan screamed and grabbed the doll, throwing her towards the window, shattering it and sending the doll plummeting to the pavement. He stumbled to the window, looked down only to see his attacker had vanished.

A teacher down the hall who had heard the ear piercing scream came running in. She noticed Mr. Sullivans chest, immediately reaching for her phone, but a small plastic hand had grabbed her. “Hiya” The small plastic doll with red hair and a scarred face had growled. He let out a sinister laugh as he grabbed the small knife from his pocket jabbing it into her wrist. She grabbed her hand in pain falling to the floor giving Chucky the perfect opportunity to finish her off. Mr. Sullivan stumbled over weakly kicking Chucky away from Mrs. Phibbs sending him sliding to the door. He checked to see if Mrs. Phibbs was still alive but despite his efforts she was already dead. When he looked up Annabelle and Chucky were waiting at the door. Their once happy faces turned into angry expressions. They both lunged at once finishing their victim off once and for all.

Will you be as unlucky as Mr. Sullivan and Mrs. Phibbs or will you make it out alive? Just be careful they attack in pairs. I would know I'm one of them.

Signing off
- Annabelle Higgins

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A homely man sat pondering, his back turned away from his fiery haired lover. His name was Abraham Lincoln, but he preferred to be called Abe. Honest Abe. He cradled his infant, staring into her face. She so perfectly resembled both Honest Abe and Ed. Ed Sheeran and Honest Abe had nearly gotten a divorce over the conceivement of their daughter, but it seemed the hard times had passed for the most part. At least until Honest Abte found out Ed Sheeran had been using methamphetamine behind his back. That’s how the two of them, and their infant child, ended up in the basement of Lawrence Junior High School. As a family, it was time to attend an AA meeting. Honest Abe preferred Alcoholics Anonymous over Narcotics Anonymous, for there was less swearing at AA. He didn’t want his precious child to be exposed to dirty language. She was nearing six months old, and who knows what she could pick up.

Chaos seemed to fill the halls of the junior high school. Honest Abe felt a burst of regret when he heard a familiar voice, familiar footsteps stomping down the stairs. Marcus Howes had entered the premises. He strutted into the basement cafeteria and took a seat right next to Ed Sheeran. Honest Abe shook his head in disgust. Marcus Howes smiled at him cluelessly and held up his Yeti coffee mug. He began mansplaining how to make a coffee. Honest Abe squeezed Ed Sheeran’s hand. Ed Sheeran smiled. Marcus Howes kept ranting.

Just as Honest Abe began to wish he never came, more voices entered the cafeteria. Queen Elizabeth entered regally, accompanied by her son, Mr. Sullivan. Anyone who attended AA in Falmouth, MA was aware of Queen Elizabeth’s secret alcoholism. Mr. Sullivan did his best to keep his mother in the program, but she was always stubborn. Honest Abe felt for Mr. Sullivan. His mother had been an alcoholic as well. His thoughts wandered as more attendees walked into the meeting. Before long, the seats, which were arranged in a circle, were full.

The speaker, Jesus Christ stood at a podium in between two chairs. He smiled warmly at the audience as he welcomed them. Honest Abe tried to sneak a glance at Queen Elizabeth. She was clipping her fingernails in the seat across from him. The nail clippings were showering her custom flats. He gagged and looked away, finding the eyes of Ben Franklin. He sighed. This meeting was so small, it was impossible to avoid intimacy among the group. Jesus Christ began to recite the daily reading from the Big Book. The reading was about ignorance. Honest Abe knew as well as the rest of them that addiction could create a blanket of ignorance. We admitted our lives were unmanageable. The steps taunted Honest Abe. There was one aspect of himself he had never been honest about, even with his husband. He too suffered from addiction. Having gotten clean at only 17 years old, Honest Abe was able to maintain his blissful ignorance that he never had it as bad as the rest of them. As if reading his mind, Jesus Christ spoke- “We compared ourselves to others when instead we should have built each other up.”

Marcus Howes nodded confidently. Taylor Swift, who was now sitting next to Ben Franklin, was trying to hide her tears. Jesus Christ asked if anyone else wanted to share. Marcus Howes bossily encouraged Taylor Swift to share. She took a deep breath and told her story. Honest Abe couldn’t listen. Ed Sheeran was deeply engrossed in her words, but Honest Abe couldn’t stop thinking about the very last time he had used. He stood up and whispered to his lover “I’m going to go smoke, I’ll be right back.” His long legs started into the hallway, but Ben Franklin stood up too.

“I wish you would stop flaunting your sexuality all over the place. This is an AA meeting, not a pride parade!” Ben Franklin yelled at Honest Abe’s frozen back. Honest Abe slowly turned around.

“Maybe you should stop flaunting your conservatism all over the place. When did love become about politics?” He asked furiously. Ben Franklin glared at him. Taylor Swift was crying, Queen Elizabeth was gnawing on a chocolate bar she’d smuggled in, Mr. Sullivan was staring with his jaw dropped, and Marcus Howes was recording a video, muttering “Facebook gold...” Jesus Christ stood up with lightning speed and threw a goose into the air.

“I died for your sins and you’re judging each other? Perhaps you should look within and ask yourself why before you speak against someone.” Jesus Christ’s eyes watched as the goose flew freely up the stairs, to freedom. He was calm, making his anger that much more menacing. Honest Abe was ashamed. He looked at Ed Sheeran, who was clutching their child with anxiety. “Can we continue our meeting, please?” Jesus Christ asked warningly. Ben Franklin and Honest Abe looked at their feet and found their way back to their seats.

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“I created you to be everyones savior on earth so go and help” said God to a distought Jesus.

He agreed and went to help everyone in need. Jesus didnt know where to stop first, so he just was going to go until he find the right spot.

Jesus stopped in a Minnisota city, in Minissota. It was a strange city tht had a lot of problems. There were a ton of sick and poor people who didnt know what to do with themselves.

Over the next couple weeks Jesus gained a following of many people and he sent out a message to all of them that they would be meeting in secret. He said you will know your there when you see a goose with kitten feet standing outside the door.

When everyone arrived it was a blasphemous sight. Everyone as standing around the kitten footed goose, and it was squawking at everyone. Jesus came out of a cave and said

“EVERYONE BACK” visoulsy.

This is my pet. His name is Abraham Lincoln and he is a spirit animal guide. He guides me to do the right thing. Anyways everyone lets go inside and eat. Happiness was in the air when everyone got to eat as much food as they liked. Jesus had helped these people so much. But as Jesus was saying grace he was stabbed in the back by none other then Ed Sheeren. Jesus had died!

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I remember the day when beach stretched to infinity. I watched from the back seat of my Dads truck as we approached further and further towards our destination. There weren't many people on the beach. The few people that were there, traveled in trucks, as their four wheel drive capability was ideal for the terrain. Upon reaching the part of the beach where we resided on weekend days in summers prior, my Dad parked the truck along a line of two others. The owners of the two other trucks were my Uncle Dave and my best friends Dad, Rick. Along with Dave came my two cousins, and Rick with his one child, a five year old boy named Ben.

This day, the fourth of July, wasn't like other independence days that have been celebrated on the lengths of the beach. Rather it was dark; and without a campfire, the world seemed cold. Stepping out of the car onto the cold nighttime sand, my memories of past summers returned. Memories of summers with warm waters and sand castles, summers that were once in a lifetime, a lifetime that would never look the same in his absence. I knew I would never return to the beach after this day; and I was right, because I haven't.

The few other beachgoers knew how to listen to the ocean waves flow up onto the beach, they knew that speaking loudly would be interpreted as disrespectful towards us. We didn't tell them, but our silence spoke for itself. The stars glimmered in the sky as if there was  true beauty far beyond the world that we lived, but we all knew that despite our hopes or faith. this wasn't true. Continuing in our silence, we each took a small paper bag from the back of Ricks black silverado. The paper bags made crunching noises upon assembly, but nobody acknowledged this fact. They might as well have been silent too.

I was only nine. I had no knowledge of how to assemble a paper sky lantern, so my Dad did it for me. We all stood around Rick, who had the lighter, to ignite the candle wicks at the base of our lanterns. Each time the lighter clicked, a light would illuminate a small area that slowly got dimmer and dimmer as the lantern floated into the stars. After the lighter clicked on my lamp, I held it for a brief period. I was terrified to let it go as I knew that it would finally be the end. My cousin wrapped his hand around my shoulder, and my hands released. I watched as the lamp floated into the star littered sky, knowing that the flame would eventually be put out by the cold of the atmosphere above. That he would finally be gone forever.