
Banana Soldier
Former guard of the agency annex. Stopped the first pickup in the square.
Permission to handle it!
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Characters, places and the story of Bananistan.
Plinc
Dragana
Banana Soldier
King Nanner
Twenty agents in five departments.

Former guard of the agency annex. Stopped the first pickup in the square.
Permission to handle it!

Scout of the Maturia trails. Can hit a cargo label from a distance.
Wind checked. Target too.

Used to direct port traffic. Still asks invaders to respect the queue.
This queue isn't moving.

Ran the effects for national parades. Counts every capsule twice.
One, two… that one's gone!

Rescue veteran. Always wants to be where the invasion hits hardest.
Cover? I brought it.

Moved hazardous cargo in Rust-7. Clears residents out of the way before punching.
How hard was I supposed to push?

Knows the channels better than any map. Charges for parking on deck.
Public cannon. Private aim.

Lookout-post watcher. Files one-line reports.
Report: one target fewer.

Born a banana; built a mechanical body to keep up with the ideas.
Resistance detected. Ours.

Researches root energy. Patent applications arrive singed.
It worked better on paper!

Fermentation Valley chemist. Breaks pickup seals.
It's not a potion. It's a procedure.

Ran the warehouse cold chain. Shivers even in the heat.
Take a seat. Stay frozen.

Firefighter from Mount Ember. Fierce with collectors, gentle with teacups.
Keep the paperwork back.

Keeps Maturia's ancient pacts and treats every advantage as a contract clause.
Your advantage has expired.

An archivist who came back after dying because there was paperwork pending.
I still have pending business.

Inspects the routes unseen. Silent rival of the motion sensor.
Already been there.

Loves ceremonies, but won't negotiate one rule: the crown doesn't own the people.
The kingdom thanks you. So do I.

Ran the national radio. Treats alien signals as an offensive mix.
Tune in to the defense!

Was throwing the party the invasion interrupted. Gathers people like no one else.
The party continues later. Promise.

A diplomat who keeps an alien agent talking while residents get away.
Before the pickup, a toast?
INTERGULA's first report on Bananistan logged the residents' speech as acoustic ripeness signaling
. Houses became rigid packaging
. The government, a local inventory organization system
.





Employee of the month for three hundred months running. Doesn't command fleets or sign contracts: he reads the script. Everything a customer says is very important, which is why it goes in the queue.

Measures success in capacity per minute. Takes the field when collectors miss their targets and considers resistance a failure in material preparation.

Commands saucers, freighters and landing routes. Talks like someone sorting out a late delivery. Every defeat on the ground becomes a reason to send more from the sky.

A walking filing safe with rubber-stamp hands and a drawer for a mouth. His job is to keep Bananistan classified as a harvest, whatever it takes.
Later chapters stay sealed until launch.

The welcome in the square turns into a pickup attempt. The agency gets a new phone, which starts ringing before it's plugged in.

The invaders try to shut the capital's access roads. Markets, services and evacuation have to keep running, whatever the shift costs.

Collectors hunt for the Mother Bunches and map the root network. Someone has to reach the records of the first generations before they do.

The workshops become an assembly line for the fleet's machines. The Executive Blender comes in person to take over processing.
SealedCase in progress. Not available for consultation.
SealedCase in progress. Not available for consultation.
SealedCase in progress. Not available for consultation.
SealedThis case is not in the archive. If it were, it would be sealed.
Six regions, each with its own maps.
01The capital. Cream façades, coral awnings and a roundabout still waiting to be opened.
02Thick roots, ruins of old public offices and trails only the Archer knows.
03Workshops, cranes and smokestacks. Everything there is property in use, Bananator included.
04Basalt, lava and Dragana's bloodline. Heating up requires a permit.
05Glass tanks, copper pipes and mushrooms nobody should taste. Banachemist disagrees.
06The same Bunchville, with acquisition clamps on every corner. Case in progress.
Tap a decree to flip it.

The agency never had the budget for a second printer.

Before the invasion, the B.A.N.A.N.A.'s most famous case was a missing lunchbox. It was upstairs.

Consultant Plinc has been employee of the month for three hundred months in a row.

Boo-nana came back after dying because there was paperwork pending. The agency still doesn't know how to update the timesheet.

Bebanana has never explained what's in the glass.

On the day of the invasion, the other offices were debating whether it was a war, an illegal import or a health inspection matter. The agency went to answer the call.