Vekaiyu at the Twelfth Summer Olympics
at the Twelfth Summer Olympics
|Competitors||534 athletes in all sports|
|Flag bearer||Ikrisia Sulevire (Swimming)|
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A team of 534 vulpine peoples representing Vekaiyu competed at the Twelfth Summer Olympics in Provinsk, Vekaiyu and Novonaya, Kelssek. These Olympics represent Vekaiyu's fifteenth appearance in an inter-regional Olympiad, and eighth appearance at a Summer Olympics. This is the first Olympiad in which Vekaiyu co-hosted, and the first time a majority non-human nation has hosted.
(Main Article: Vekaiyun Sport Uniforms)
Vekaiyu prides itself in its technological and sometimes bizarre uniforms. Prior to the Eighth Summer Olympics, Vekaiyun designers, biologists, and engineers re-designed many of the Vekaiyun uniforms for a number of reasons, including, but not limited to, functionality, design appeal, texture, freedom of movement, comfort, and style. The drastic change in wardrobe is thought to be a catalyst to Vekaiyu's success in the Eighth Summer Olympics. Due the the unusual and often smaller structures of the vulpine people, as well as their religious practices, their uniforms are slightly different than normal human-based nations.
Opening Ceremony in Provinsk
The sweet smell of polymeric resin was thick in the cooled yet crisp early summer Provinsk air as hundreds of thousands of spectators anticipated what was likely to be a most unusual spectacle of theatrics before them. Indeed, the city could not stop for an Olympiad, and hundreds of large factories, with their neon glows and hot melts, glistened in the distance as the progress of Vekaiyun polymers must not stop for anything, except for the occasional and predictable religious holiday celebrated by the Vayan Catholics. But tonight wasn’t a night for the stiff and stuffy religious folk. Provnisk, after all, was a city nestled deep within the warm confines of Vekaiyun culture, but was shaped by its independent streak, wantonly leaving behind marks of crayon against a white wall like a petulant child as the state patiently washed away the rebellious undertones while at the same time keeping what it deemed as worthy. Vekaiyu, after all, was a mélange of several vulpine cultures, but expressive as their rooms were, they were always whitewashed with an underlying theme: Vekaiyu first.
Yemestrovi Revetraveru (Yemestrovi Field) was filled at above-capacity with many more standing outside and perhaps millions sitting in Provinski bars, homes, or night clubs watching the celebration in their own way. Millions more watched with undulating anticipation from the comfort of their living room across the Vekaiyun Union, which included Vekaiyu, Listonia, Isklevyu, and South Dveria. Now that Vekaiyu was a nation open to foreign entities, everyone assumed the celebrations would be subdued, but one couldn’t be too sure. Of course, it would have its own Vekaiyun flair, and that wasn’t a tough gig to do in one of the more splendid cities across the Vekaiyun nation. The entire stadium was covered in Unonian script with the occasional Codexian to keep the foreign fan honest. Vulpines tended to congregate in their own sections, but would occasionally venture out toward the islands of other species, predominantly humans, scattered about the stands.
Act One: Invitation
The colorful lighted glow of advertisements and floodlights soon dimmed slowly, allowing just some informative texts on the walls, exit signs, and the glow of phones and holographic devices to illuminate the darkness. Cheers and shouts of affirmation could be heard around the bowl, but the noise levels began to decrease as the attendees knew something was happening – some silhouettes could be seen on the grounds below moving things left and right, or perhaps appearing and disappearing (it was tough to tell, even with the occasional flashes from cameras). After a few minutes, lights began to shine on the grounds below in the form of candle lights – twenty-nine, to be exact, a teen from every province. The candles were enough to reveal their faces and outfits – black dresses with black hosiery and black shoes for the ladies, black suits with black undershirts for the young men. They began to sing in Codexian, with the center young woman taking the lead while the rest did harmonics until the chorus began.
In the clearings of the veiled forests And the fields of golden wheat Across the mighty waters of the gulf Sheltered by mountain peaks We come to greet you on our journey Hopeful yet patient Willing but nervous Warmed by a truth we must show you
Over time (Time across the generations) Our histories have crossed paths (Histories shape the nations) Yet as each moment passes (Time will never bide) We share our moments together
We ask you to accompany us fully On this beautiful journey of passion And through our understandings While we are separated by fashion Our skin and our bones are but containers The vulpine soul The human soul We share the same dreams
The candles were extinguished then, after a moment, a yellow light appeared on the ground below. Televisions in and around the stadium flickered on to ensure those who couldn’t quite see the performance below would be able to easily discern the production they were about to see.
Act 2: Emergence
In the center of the mist-covered stage, surrounded by some pretty decent foliage of jaku trees and other native fauna, stood a pair of male and female vulpines dressed in traditional pagan clothing from long ago. The male wore crude leather boots and fustanella round his waist, done up like a thick skirt of drab brown but intricately-dyed symbols, symbols which were also painted on his chest. The female, on the other hand, wore a simple olive green dress that fell to the knee. A long, diamond-like garment with points falling to the shoulders, back, and stomach hung from her neck, constructed with fabric of many colors. Ribbons were tied at their arms, hanging like the leaves of the jaku tree. The two smiled as they twirled about each other, dancing to an intensifying rhythm of ancient Vekaiyun music. Upon closer inspection, identified by the Unonian broadcast stations, the dancers were retired gymnasts, and they moved across the floor in unusual fashion, flowing through a dance of almost contortion as they showed off the dexterity of their bodies. As the two danced, a chorus moved in and began to sing in Unonian, with their words presented in Unonian and Codexian (common language) for all to interpret.
“We came from the forests to escape the darkness. We tried to tame the land around us. We tried to tame the land around us. Only light could save us. The light of fire, Liviala, protected us. The light of the sun, Verveno, sustained us.” As they spoke, holographic depictions of these and other gods appeared next to them, displayed in all their splendor. “We were bound to the land and bound to tradition. We were bound by our own understandings.” More vulpines in similar costumes, but perhaps different colors and fabric, began to dance in circles and then in rows around a fire started by one of the dancers. Some wore bizarre masks that appeared to be carved from wood, the almost grotesque faces serving as a safeguard to the sinister silhouetted background. Their dancing was somewhat contorted, but simplistic as well, recalling the ancient sacred celebrations centered about the solstices. “But we tilled the land. We worked and prospered. We danced until the occupation, but when the rain came, we did not dance the dirge of our forefathers.” The performers slowed, then stopped as the stage lights began to dim and images of dark curtains flowed across the landscape. The holographic images, once vibrant and exciting, faded and were joined with blots of darkness consuming the scenery.
The cryptic rant may not have been received by all of the audience, but to the Vekaiyun faithful, they understood the meaning loud and clear. Vekaiyu, before it was Vekaiyu, was a loose union of pagan city-states that went by many names. While the occasionally waged war against one another, they weren’t truly prepared for the advanced armies of the northern empire, Nugala, and over the course of roughly one century, the city-states fell one-by-one. A red hue doused the stage as the pre-Vekaiyun pagans were now subjected to what appeared to be enslavement by individuals dressed in all black, appearing as silhouettes. This was the dilemma of the performance: Vekaiyuns by and large desperately wanted to co-mingle with their human counterparts, but it was impossible to forget their past – their wars and the wars with other species. The faceless depiction of the Nugalese was considered appropriate enough, save for scrapping the whole act entirely.
Enter stage right. A younger, rather thin vulpine child immediately identified as St. Aiya, the patron saint of Vekaiyu, moved toward the toiling vulpines, slipping passed the whips, dead bodies, and chained individuals. She toted a large book that, once opened, began to ‘write’ text in Unonian, just as St. Aiya and several other communities – Provinsk included – witnessed so many years ago. The enslaved individuals slowly began to lift their heads toward the self-writing book as letters lit on the pages, no doubt a utilization of Vekaiyun holographic technology. Holographic images of St. Aiya depicted from cathedrals of old drenched the scenery. “We will no longer live in darkness! We will no longer chase the light! For the light lives in all who trust and obey in the Almighty, the Unseen Hand, the ultimate protector of the Vekaiyun Nation!” She moved about on the stage and roused the dejected and hopeless faithful to action, causing them to look up despite the torment from their captors. When she met one of the silhouetted men, they were quick to stab her. The crescendo of activity ceased once her spine bent backwards and the child fell behind some conveniently-placed scenery.
Yet this only appeared to catalyze their resistance. The captives turned to their captors and began struggling at first, then engaging in a dance with them, one full of fanciful movements at a quick, persistent pace, giving the impression of a fight stirring between the two factions. More vulpine citizenry, along with armies from both sides joined in the fray, with the Vekaiyuns wearing armor befitting of the time period – hard leather tunics fastened with strips of metal. The anointed army of rebels pulled toward the center, then moved outward, pushing back on the foreign entities. Each vulpine soldier held a piece of a larger cloth that unfurled as they swept the enemy factions from view. Once stretched out, they revealed the borders of Vekaiyu, the Vekaiyun state, adorned in a golden hue.
Act Three: Growth
It wasn’t just the vulpines that made Vekaiyu unique. Unknown to the rest of the audience, but revealed appropriately by sudden lighting, the pitch of Yemestrovi Field had morphed significantly. Trees were scattered about, along with collections of various fauna. A long, curved tank full of water housed hundreds of fish and… mermaids? Apparently Vekaiyuns were adamant about displaying their affinity for water. Dozens of vulpine men and women fitted with tails of various colors and styles dazzled the audience with their flips and turns as they mingled with other fish in the aquarium. They weren’t really mermaids, though – each performer had a small tank discretely hidden by some kind of back dorsal fin assembly they could routinely take air from when needed. Dangerous, perhaps, but it spoke to the great lengths these vulpines went to in order to deliver a successful show. After a time, the mermaids moved toward each other, moving rapidly from all corners of the tank to meet up, touch, then dart from each other, displaying some kind of dance which again catered to the dexterity of the vulpine frame while of course displaying their unique costumes. Then, the crew would move across the waters, flipping, turning, and of course flicking their tails as they moved from one end of the long tank to the next. All the while some kind of airy, flightly music added to the atmosphere of their performance.
That wasn’t to say the land creatures were to be ignored, either. As the performance of the mermaids slowed, vulpines dressed to the nines in outfits of green (for the vegetation), red (for the autumn hues), white (for the doldrums of winter), and yellow (for farming and, especially, grain), began to move onto the pitch, each toting a holographic Unonian letter character projected above them. When they met, these projections would form words and would sparkle once the complete word formed. Once that occurred, the projection would display the particular product or animal native to the Vekaiyun land. Islovium – the staple fermented Vekaiyun alcoholic drink. The dunshu – a kind of cow with shorter, stubbier legs. The redfish – a staple fish plentiful in the waters of the Eruli River. Kikale – a dish derived from noodles, spices, and vegetation. The eksor – it kind of looked like a furry pig with longer ears. And so on, and so on.
The land performers then turned to those in the tank. To end the scene, the mermaids took center stage once again as lights reflected on the water. The performers built up speed and then one by one leapt from the water, some with flips, some with turns, and all with grace. With their final sendoff complete, they swam to the water’s edge and waved at the camera as the music stopped, signaling the end of the act.
Act Four: Innovation
With that out of the way, the stage dimmed again as movement was silhouetted by the loss of light. Just one moment later, a collection of several large machines made their way from the exits and onto the stage, wheeled by individuals dressed as scientists with their lab coats and engineer boots. Others dressed as oil-laden workers grimed by the toils of working a tough industry job, practically attached to the machines as they worked. The machines began to light up in colors of red and gold – staple Vekaiyun colors – and it was apparent that these machines were extruders for developing and processing polymers to be used in various applications such as mill rolling, general mixing, wire coating, etc. The Provinskis in the audience immediately recognized the exaggerated designs and their machinations. After all, Vekaiyu prided itself on its acumen for tech, and Provinsk was no different, known on Yasteria as the Polymer Capital, with the ancient-now-modern city built by the reams of resin, pounds of plastic, and synergy of synthetic compounds.
Workers began to optimize their machines – wiping it clean with cloth, using solvents from drums in order to wash out the contents, and general routine maintenance. The barrels of the extruders began to glow red to degrade whatever was left in there from before (presumably), and when their work was nearing completion, groups of vulpine men and women dressed in smart business attire arrived on scene. They split into groups and stationed themselves at each of the four large devices then, moving their hand in unison like a windmill across the curious landscape, ordered production to begin. Churning and humming of motors was followed with a single bass-toned note as a yellow neon-glow rope jettisoned from one of the devices. All performers jolted from the sudden sound, with the odd noise clearly coming across as comical. Scientists moved in to qualitatively asses this strange new material, prodding it with gloved hands and carefully cutting off specimens in order to analyze the equipment later. But now the other machines started up, each producing different colors of neon ropes – red, green, blue, and of course yellow. Each machine had a different note, and it became reasonably clear to the audience that this was purposeful. Soon material moved from the extruders, sputtering, but producing a unique blend of techno beats.
But this wasn’t good enough for the foremen and forewomen. They directed the scientists to man their machines, and the crew of researchers reported to their posts, pressing various buttons to refine this new product and utilize it to their liking. Each button flashed and produced a note, almost as if each control deck was a keyboard and the various keystrokes controlled the behemoths in front of them. This in turn influenced the material moving from the extruder toward the die outlet.
Suddenly the music stopped with a loud bass drop. All present on the stage began to sing in unison. “We have shaped our culture! We have shaped our world! We have been given the tools. We have been blessed with the resources. Now we will create! Now we will build!”
The extruders, which once made useless neon ropes, now began to create something much more spectacular, with each one focused on a particular industry. Holographic depictions of the neon yellow rope began to snake up and form an abstract depiction of a building, followed by another next to it in order to illustrate the use of polymers in construction. Another, the green neon rope, formed bridges, followed by a road extending to the horizon with outlines to form common vehicles in order to illustrate the use of polymers in the Vekaiyun infrastructure. The red rope reptated and slithered to form tanks, armed Vekaiyun servicemen and women, and military aircraft in order to demonstrate the military prowess made possible by polymers. As the tanks formed, a small sampling of Eternal Vekaiyu was haphazardly thrown into the beats, giving the audience members a chance to laugh again. Finally, the blue rope formed service items, from toys to flatware to electronics and computers, all to demonstrate the wide application base of Vekaiyun-made polymers and its polymeric technology.
It was a bit bold, perhaps, but it was certainly Vekaiyun, to say the least. At the end of the performance, the scientists, foremen, and workers all took a bow. The stage opened up and violinists played another Vekaiyun song, ‘The Fields are Full of Grain’ as the performers were joined by individuals from previous acts, from the vulpine pagans and early Christians of old to the teenager singers, from the silhouetted foreign entities to those who represented the lovely colors of the Vekaiyun landscape. Stage hands even moved carts for the mermaids to sit in. They took a bow as the stadium focused lighting on the massive group in front of them – the short and limber vulpines, who tried for just one night to reveal the mysteries behind a different sentient species and a different culture tied to their being.
Act Five: Banner
The presentation of the Vekaiyun flag was next, along with the Flag of Kelssek, both to be raised in the stadium. The Vekaiyuns in the audience responded with standing and saluting the flag. Indeed, they had much respect for their flag, the flag of the Vekaiyun people, the flag of the vulpine peoples, and the flag of one of the leading nonhuman nations across the globe. The Vekaiyun star against a crimson background housed by jaku branches had inspired generations of individuals who called these lands their home. Many individuals died so that their flag would fly across all twenty-nine provinces across the great Vekaiyun nation. And, coincidentally, thirty-two children, each dressed in ornate costumes to represent the thirty-two distinct nationalities across Vekaiyu, from west Listonian to sub-Allegheny, respectfully carried the flag across the stadium.
Well-known Vekaiyun cantors Ankya Yivistrovi and Yiisu Strobinaru led the crowd in a moving rendition of Eternal Vekaiyu, the national anthem to the vulpine nation. There were two ways to sing said anthem. The militaristic way, with short, staccato pauses was not selected and instead the two chose to sing the anthem in a more artistic manner, with the Unonian words flowing and airy across the cool Vekaiyun night sky. The flag was presented to a military color guard in dress uniforms. They grasped the flag firmly, then carried it to a nearby poll. Once tied, the edge of the flag was flipped by one of the armed servicemen in order to get it flowing in the night sky. The flag was deliberately hoisted for all men and women to see, the flowing banner to the Vekaiyun people moving proudly across the various televised airwaves despite the words from their languages describing the event. Thousands of miniature Vekaiyun flags joined in the congregation as the flag ascended higher and higher until it reached its final resting place.
It continued to wave throughout the remainder of the ceremony. Cardinal Ehjy Velemiru approached a prepared podium bedecked with the Vekaiyun Star and blearily looked up at the throngs of people around him. He led the Vayan Catholic faithful in a prayer in Unonian, asking for protection, clarity, and peace during these games.
Act Six: Opening
Unlikely. Maybe she had changed a bit, but that still wasn’t her style. But what the style of this performance thus far? The show was expected to be rather political, because Vekaiyuns had been political ever since the monarchy fell to a coup some thirty years prior, even before the current Premier was born. It wasn’t up to this point. It didn’t include anything about the Vekaiyun fight for independence from the Maxists and how Ikrisia took the reins in the darkest hour to lead the nation from a terrible civil war. No mention about the loyalists wrestling control from fascists. Nothing about all the televised hangings of Maxists, a move which earned her the title of ‘The Butcher of Eldura’. And nothing still about aiding neighboring Listonia in independence, or defeating longtime hostile nation Dveria over some disputed provinces. Nothing about establishing a congress of representatives of sorts to reduce powers to the Premier in order to prevent a future dictatorship. Nothing. But was that intentional? After all, did anyone in Vekaiyu want to be reminded of those dark times? And was she really one to grandstand and laud over her involvement in improving and stabilizing the Vekaiyun state?
Nevertheless, the crowd fell silent as she approached the podium. A strand of her hair was dyed purple with beets, a nod to the Provinski traditions. Anne Marsha Cressey, the Prime Minister of Kelssek, shared the spotlight with the Vekaiyun premier who, due to her species, was somewhat dwarfed by the human. A wry smile crept on Ikrisia's face as the Chairwomen of the Vekaiyun National Olympic Council, Riyna Yovisktre, stood next to the premier, dressed sharply in a pinstriped business suit / skirt combination. If Ikrisia looked calm, Riyna was anything but as she appeared ready to burst from her own skin, the anticipation killing her.
Ikrisia moved the microphone down a bit to accommodate her stature and began her oration. Each sentence was spoken first in Unonian, then repeated in Codexian. Her accent wasn’t very noticeable.
“Nations of the world, we thank you for your attendance to this Twelfth Summer Olympiad. We thank you for your selection and are honored to be considered for this hosting distinction. It is the hope of our nation that these games are remembered for the unique undertones of unity, the showcase of spectacular sportsmanship, and the arrangement of advanced athletic acumen. To the fans, I urge you to cheer loudly for your home team and any other athletes that win your heart. Athletes, I urge you to compete to your fullest of abilities. Vekaiyuns, and those who are incorporated into the Vekaiyun Union, I urge you to enjoy this display of athletics gracing our home soil. And, finally, I urge everyone to partake in this Olympiad not only on Vekaiyun soil, but in Kelssek as well. These games would not have been possible without their inclusion.”
She turned to Riyna, who declined to speak, holding up a hand and shaking her head slightly. “Very well,” Ikrisia responded with a slight laugh.
Riyna then grabbed the microphone as Ikrisia continued to laugh. “I must now ask our honorable Premier Ikrisia Levinile to please open these games!”
Ikrisia scoffed and turned back to the audience. “With that, it is my honor to declare these games open!”
The stadium lights brightened as fireworks lit the Provinsk night sky. The illumination revealed that the tank of water from before now had two swimmers occupying its waters – the recently-retired Yva Noveli and Riyna McAves waved to the crowd and wore their old Vekaiyun speed swimsuits. But most of the audience wasn’t paying attention to them. Not yet. They were focused on another retired athlete, three-time silver medalist in diving, Reko Xanavostre, who was being transported near the pool in a gondola of sorts suspended by a cable high above the stadium. In his hand was the torch, bedecked in colored metal of red, gold, black, and white. He waved to the crowd once the small platform stopped, and, after doing the sign of the cross, plunged into the waters below, much to the chagrin of Olympic purists worried about the torch extinguishing underwater.
A flurry of bubbles, however, quickly alleviated fears. He remained in water and passed the still-lit torch on to Riyna, who moved through the waters with ease toward Yva.
Why didn’t the torch go out? Seri Lusitroviyey, the man behind the patent, filed on behalf of the University of Eldura where he taught, had been on edge the entire night. He was credited with developing a method for burning white phosphorous underwater by utilizing small quantities of manganese dioxide and hydrogen peroxide (3-5% each by weight) to fuel the fire with oxygen and maintain a safe, controlled combustion atop the torch. The elderly vulpine seated in row 26, section 1F, leaned back in his seat and relaxed in his seat. All those years of testing were finally put to good use.
Riyna passed the torch to Yva as the fanfare of music increased. Once Yva reached the end of her destination, she touched the torch to a metal line hidden by the stone and sediment in the tank. As soon as contact was made, the line lit like a rope as the fire traveled slowly to its destination – a cauldron, perhaps thought to be a decoration by some, but as the flame continued to travel high into the sky, it eventually ignited within the bronze sculpture, lighting up the 6 oly-… no, 5-pointed star of Vekaiyu as it shined brightly in its vessel. Upon reaching a critical temperature, a firework was lit from the basin, which for added effect “leapt” from the stadium and careened far into the night sky, bursting in colors of blue, white, and red. A digital signal worked its way across the Vekaiyun nation, through the Listonian grasslands, and reached its final destination in Novonaya. This ignited the cauldron’s twin – a maple leaf instead of a star - to the delight of the tens of thousands gathered in the historic Bolgarden Square for the city’s official viewing party.
The crowd roared with excitement as the cauldrons were alight with the raging fire of Olympic spirit. No doubt bars, clubs, and homes across Vekaiyu, perhaps across all of Yasteria, were engaged in the excitement.
Act Seven: Nations
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the athletes of Provinsk and Novonaya at the Twelfth Summer Olympiad!” The female announcer spoke in Unonian first, then in Codexian for all to hear as the crowd finally approached the long-awaited debut.
The names of nations were called out over the loudspeaker, first in a female voice announcing their Unonian names, then a male voice announcing the same name in Codexian. Some names were a bit more difficult to decipher than others. “Gesgasistan!” “Gregisgodistan!” “Neslevi Beyhimasi!” “Benjamin Mark!” "Saysgasi! Sargossa!" "Ef Lireski ses Atlay! The Atlae Islands!" And so on. Any nations that attempted to look at least somewhat festive to the tune of the average Provinski was met with enthusiasm by the crowd, whether it was banners in Unonian or various hand-symbols Vekaiyuns would know and love, but all seemed to cheer the loudest for those who at least tried to assimilate to their sacred culture, at least for one night, especially if they had some kind of streaks of beet-dyed hair. The Provinskis loved it. Finally, they were once again at the forefront of a crossroads of many cultures.
A series of upbeat tunes encouraged the athletes to make it through quickly as to not drag the ceremony on and on. Each delegation was led by a vulpine male or female dressed smartly in a black with red and gold trim suit or dress with gold and red accents combination, the guide holding up a banner with the name of the nation written in Unonian at the top, followed by the Codexian equivalent, then the name as the home country would write it out.
The Listonian delegation, their first ever appearance at a Summer Olympiad, was met with encouraging support from those seated around the arena. But the fanfare from the crowd reached a crescendo as the last few nations made their way across the stadium. Kelssek (announced as ‘Ustoria’ by the Unonian voice, an artifact from many years ago still uncorrected in modern Unonian connotations) was greeted with a warm reception, no doubt shared by Vekaiyun faithful and Kelssekians who made the trek over to the westward lands. But anticipation was building, and the Vekaiyun faithful were becoming increasingly antsy. Finally, as the Kelssekian delegation made their way across the pitch, the Vekaiyun faithful roared in anticipation.
So the beet-dyed hair athletes, cameras, and little Vekaiyun flags toted by the athletes were greeted by a raucous reception from their native people. Males wore white suits with shimmering accents of gold and red, while the women wore dresses constructed of fine, shimmery fabric of mainly red but with white and gold accents. The small Ikrisia Sulevire waved the banner to her home nation proudly and, as was Vekaiyun tradition in Olympic ceremonies, weightlifters from the back of the massive delegation scooped her up and planted her firmly on their shoulders.
Sure, they were shorter people, but that didn’t stop them from waving their flag high in front of their countrymen. For it had been seven years since Vekaiyu first joined the Olympics, and for now, at least, they were celebrating it on their own soil.
- (OR) denotes Olympic Record
|Main article: Vekaiyu|
|Important Topics: Culture ♦ Unonian ♦ Vayan Catholicism ♦ Veskono ♦ Vulpine ♦ Armed Forces ♦ Military Ranks and Uniforms|
|Government: Kivreskov ♦ Premier ♦ Ikrisia Levinile ♦ Political Parties ♦ Foreign Officers|
|History: Ancient Vekaiyu ♦ The Time of Troubles ♦ Era of Good Feelings ♦ Trade Leagues ♦ Expansionist Vekaiyu ♦ Partitions of Vekaiyu ♦ Imperial Vekaiyu ♦ Vekaiyu Under Max Venavle ♦ Vekaiyu Under Selvala McEva ♦ 2010 Vekaiyun Civil War|
|Important Figures (Past and Present): Ikrisia Levinile ♦ Leina Kivelevov ♦ Max Venavle ♦ Selvala McEva ♦ St. Aiya ♦ Todd Leyuski|
|Sports: Sports in Vekaiyu ♦ Olympic Council ♦ Sport Uniforms ♦ Fifth Summer Olympics ♦ Sixth Winter Olympics ♦ Seventh Summer Olympics ♦ Eighth Summer Olympics|