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- NWI Department of Internal Affairs -

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of year again. While 2020 may have been a turbulent, the December holidays are fast approaching and what better way to celebrate than to host another flag competition. Yes, you heard that correctly. FLAGS. ARE. BACK.

The theme this month will obviously be the holidays. Have a crack at redesigning your nation’s flag with either a Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or Saturnalia theme.

The submission period will be open from now until December 13th with voting taking place from the 14th to the 16th.

Prizes will include the choice between a random Epic NS Trading Card, a custom map made my Cymiopolis or free reign on influencing an NPC of your choice in RP.

May the best flag win and happy holidays.

-Cymiopolis,
Secretary of Internal Affairs

Scherzinger, North italian union, and Kadiya

Nationalist german empire

North italian union wrote:[spoiler= Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg quote]

Oppressionopolis, banquet hall
Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg

Chancellor Augusto Furlan had almost got an heart attack when Generalissimo Ravi Olè passed near the window. He still remembered what had happened years ago, and he was unsurprisingly still as nervous. After the accomodation in the hall, where Furlan could see the reason for the sinking potatownian economy, the Chancellor glared around him. There were officiers from allied nations like Cymiopolis, Ventus Prime or Bucksden that he knew well, new faces from totalitarian asia like Kysikstan and then ... oh. Furlan sighed. Ravi Olè had choosen to put his seat near the representative from the Nationalist german empire. The Chancellor could still remember the german drones flying over Trento or the space battles fought near the Belenos colony. Well, he thought to himself, Augusto, this could be an opportunity to bring home something from this dystopic land. After all WW4 ended and the cold war is becoming a thing of the past. The King wanted to improve our ties with the Nat. Germans after all..
He glanced at the menus. Of course everything was potato based. The Chancellor wasn't really worried about poisoning since, like any high ranking official in the NIU, he was genetically engineered against most common poisons from the Galaxy.
"Waiter, for me five shots of Potashkaya Vodka and some potato- based...", he glanced nervously at Ravi Olè, "... ravioli, thank you".

Aldo noticed Augustos nervousness towards Ravioli, though he was more excited to be meeting so many faces and starting new beginnings with nations. He decided to break the tension with starting a conversation. ”Greetings, I’m Aldo of the Imperial Order. Please forgive me for my lack of knowledge, but you are Augusto, right?” He commented, followed by a pause.

“I’m pleased to meet you, I feel we have much to discuss at some point or another” he added

Cymiopolis and North italian union

Scherzinger

Nwigov wrote:- NWI Department of Internal Affairs -

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of year again. While 2020 may have been a turbulent, the December holidays are fast approaching and what better way to celebrate than to host another flag competition. Yes, you heard that correctly. FLAGS. ARE. BACK.

The theme this month will obviously be the holidays. Have a crack at redesigning your nation’s flag with either a Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or Saturnalia theme.

The submission period will be open from now until December 13th with voting taking place from the 14th to the 16th.

Prizes will include the choice between a random Epic NS Trading Card, a custom map made my Cymiopolis or free reign on influencing an NPC of your choice in RP.

May the best flag win and happy holidays.

-Cymiopolis,
Secretary of Internal Affairs

OOC: WOOOOO! Finally a flag contest i can participate in. Best break out my crayon set.

Cymiopolis, The sakura nippon, and North italian union

New spiedska wrote:I somehow found myself at the table, looking at her eyes. Her yellow, golden eyes. Very round eyes and... very... very cute. And her hair... it was red, reminds me of a flower... and flowers are cute... and her hair is cute... red hair... golden eyes... I couldn't hold it anymore and I took off my glasses and looked away, in sheer disbelief. It was just her hair and her eyes, I didn't find her cute! I am straight. I don't like girls!... and I still looked at her. I'm pretty sure more than 10 seconds passed until I could muster up the courage to say even a single word. to her.

Stuttering, obviously, I could barely formulate a coherent sentence. But I tried my best...

"s-s-so, uh... yo-you the lady th-that postulated f-for pm, r-right...?" I said, in-between painfully sharp stutters that made my conscious ever so cloudier. I felt light-headed, barely could think straight. I shouldn't be feeling this! She is a girl! Why am I feeling this? It's probably the fact that she's a very important political figure... yeah... definitely that.... I kept staring at her red hair and intermittently looking at her gorgeous yellow eyes.

Anna remained somewhat confused for a moment, though a smile still remained on her face, wanting let the woman speak. Though Amanda wasn't so patient, but out of politeness in the situation she kept to herself. Both Kingsely and Anna started to become worried when the girl took off her glasses and turned around with a blushed face, was she sick or something? Though as she turned around Anna saw her eyes, a small blush forming on her face. Her beautiful Blue eyes captivated her but she managed to keep her cool and nod as the woman spoke to them. She had to just be nervous because she was the Prime Minister.

Though as soon as she said the words "postulated for pm" Amanda looked up with a sense of anger in her eyes.

"She already won." She said, her voice holding some venom inside of it. Anna looked over to her with a glare, shutting her up for the time being as she looked back over to the woman.

"I'm sorry about her, she gets a bit angry when she hasn't eaten in a while... but yes I am Anna West! Prime Minister! So...? What's your name?" She was indeed curious, wanting to know a bit more about this woman. She seemed older, like in the final years of college since she noticed the Saint Marks uniform. The small blush on her face would only grow though, the girl was quite adorable. What the hell was going on in her head right now?

Anna thought to herself for a second.

"What is wrong with me...." she thought, not letting a single word out of her mouth as she waited for the woman to answer.

Kysikstan

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence
Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg

Ravi Olé sat in the throne room and awaited his visitors. Noises of jet engines and striking steel echoed throughout the chamber, a servant of the shogun sent towards the window that the sound emerged from, Ravi looked towards him and he backed away, the noise remained. The doors to the palace opened, all of the leaders were escorted inside below the dais, below the glimmering golden gaddi where the Generalissimo resided. Ravi was dressed in the standard, iconic, yet aesthetic, Generalissimo uniform, his chest bearing many medals. There was an air of silence, nobody spoke a word. Ravi stood from his seat and ambled towards the leaders. He approached them and stared at each individually. He treaded towards the open window, slowly reached out and closed it with upmost care. The air was deafeningly silent, closing the window proved surprisingly efficient. He looked back towards the leaders and turned, walking down a hall. Everyone followed.

They approached a unnecessarily large door, plated in gold and encrusted in jewels. Two guards stood in the path, both seem physically fit. One went to open the door, having to apply an abundance of force to push it open, obviously physically straining himself. Ravi stood idle and watched the man push the door. The solemn spoken guard made a struggling soliloquy while propping the gargantuan golden gate agape, "Tending to the tenacious Tsar is quite a tedious task."

The leaders went past the door into a large banquet hall, a table equipped with a purple and black table cloth stretched throughout the room. About fifteen seats totaled on each side of the table, with one on each end as well. Every seat had a name plate to accompany it. Every leader found and took their seat, the seats were made of bear fur and white spruce, handcrafted, sawdust still visible on them. Ravi took his seat on the end, his seat was larger than the rest and had carvings in it. Whether conscientious or coincidence, the seats appeared arrogantly organized. The closest seat to Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg was North italian union, who was a mere seat away. Then, two seats away from him rested Nationalist german empire. Cymiopolis was directly across from Nationalist german empire. Near the end of the table both Ventus Prime and Bucksden sat side-by-side. Kysikstan sat between Bucksden and Cymiopolis.

The table was relatively empty, aside from a few silver candelabras. Ravi glanced around to the personal guards that accompanied the other leaders.

If you attended I automatically assumed you agreed to leave your guards outside the banquet room, along with weapons. I said that in the letter if you are unaware.
The palace guards escorted the other guards outside of the room, one Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian guard returned with a handful of small gunny sacks, he passed them out to each leader, including Ravi. Ravi took a small pistol out of his ankle holster and placed it in the sack, passing it on to his guard. The other leaders followed with their personal weapons (if any.) The guard walked towards a steel door on the wall, he proceeded to give a rundown of how to properly open the door, seal it, and of the supplies inside. Then, he collected the gunny sacks, "Your weapons will be returned to you after the banquet has concluded, thank you for your time." He saluted and exited the room. Three men in white suites entered the room. One passed out a menu to each leader, the Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg Cuisine contained on the card. One set the utensils out for each, not limited to salad forks, the last passed large glasses out to each leader. Most of the meals on the list are potato based, with a few involving fish, bear, and shark. Another man entered the room with a briefcase, black and locked. He slid it under the table near Ravi.
One of the men in white suits spoke, "Please take your time ordering, we will await your decision." He pulled out a small notepad and a grey pen.

(Your turn.)

Sal Crochek look around the room as he entered "yes this is good im impressed" he said slowly in a deep voice. He didn't want to give away his combat knife but he complied a free meal is a free meal. He went around greating the other leaders then went to find his seat.

He sat down and took the menu, he was fine where he sat as he didnt know any of these people.
"I will have... bear" he spoke
"With a side of fish please" he added
He started to think why Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgs leader would bring them here with no weapons, was it just a banquet or something more...? But he was distracted by the wind outside. He looked again at the menu.
" should i have shark instead of fish,oh wait i already ordered" he said to himself.

(Sorry if its short idk what alse to put)

Nationalist german empire

North italian union

Nationalist german empire wrote:[][]
Aldo noticed Augustos nervousness towards Ravioli, though he was more excited to be meeting so many faces and starting new beginnings with nations. He decided to break the tension with starting a conversation. ”Greetings, I’m Aldo of the Imperial Order. Please forgive me for my lack of knowledge, but you are Augusto, right?” He commented, followed by a pause.

“I’m pleased to meet you, I feel we have much to discuss at some point or another” he added

Chancellor Furlan, taken by surprise, shaked awkwardly Aldo's hand. "Indeed I am sir." Augusto replied in his perfect german, "Giuseppe Augusto Furlan, Chancellor of the North Italian Union and head of the government of His Royal Majesty King Nicola I of Habsburg-Savoy. I'm sure this banquet gave us the informal opportunity to discuss our nations's relations. Given our.." Augusto startled and scratched his thick gray mustaches, he was thinking of the most polite way to say his thoughts in german ".. Given our past disagreements I'm sure we can look at this banquet as a fresh start. His Majesty was interested in overcoming our old fightings given the recent end of the cold war."

Nationalist german empire

Well everyone, it’s December 1st - that’s right, we’re officially two weeks away from Election Day. Most people would probably laugh and say two weeks is too soon to start campaigning, I beg to differ. Allow this moment to officially be the start of my campaign because no one likes procrastinators.

Ventus Prime For Secretary General

“For a better New West Indies, and a better NationStates.”

Cabinet

Secretary of Foreign Affairs - Funky Goats
Secretary of Internal Affairs - Cymiopolis
Secretary of Defense - The sakura nippon
Secretary of Administration - New united carolinas

We stand at a crossroads. From the time that I first joined this region, to becoming Secretary of Foreign Affairs, and to the end of my tenure, we saw a huge growth in the New West Indies, not just in members but also our standing with the NS community. I owe Kart a lot and I know he put his heart and soul as Secretary-General to elevate us to where we are now and I want to continue what he started.

Why You Should Vote for Me

To those not aware, I had some government experience in the previous region. As a former Senator and Director of Foreign Affairs, I’ll always take my role seriously and I’ll work hard to get what needs to be done.

My Goals

Now, I know I’m going to be repeating myself from last June but I’ll say it again:

I want to bring everyone to the table so that everyone’s voices could be heard. I’m all about region first before anything else, but I want people to recognize NWI as a region that sets an example.

We Can Do This

Obviously I can’t do this alone, and certainly not without your vote. Vote for me on December 15th and I promise you I will work my butt off for everyone of you. Thank you all and may the NWI continue to thrive.

LinkI’m Not Playing This Time

Read dispatch

Scherzinger, Cymiopolis, North italian union, and Kadiya

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg

The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad
--Those who didn't order get the house specialty ;)--
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

North italian union Cymiopolis Bucksden Kysikstan Ventus Prime Nationalist german empire

Nationalist german empire, Cymiopolis, North italian union, and Kysikstan

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

Order Up
The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad

those who didn't order get the house specialty ;)
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Frigid, Frosty, Freezing
Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

Nobody Reads The Fine Print
He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

North italian union Cymiopolis Bucksden Kysikstan Ventus Prime Nationalist german empire

Raphtalia wasn’t so sure if the threat was a joke or not, so she made a mental note to let the chef know it was a five star meal even if it was only four. As for the documents, she wasn’t the least bit surprised. A trade agreement was never a bad thing, as long as they weren’t depleting their resources to the point they could not recover. Lysithea did warn her about this, though she did say the fish was pretty good. As for an actual alliance...she would have to pass for now. She knew little of the country and seeing as how Olé tended to be a bit abusive of his staff, she couldn’t go through with that decision.

As for Impa, she was feeling a lot more anxious. Diplomacy hadn’t exactly been what she was expecting at this dinner. Judging by the looks the other leaders, it didn’t seem like they were all on board. Impa wanted to make a good first impression but making an alliance or even a trade agreement with someone you just met would be the worst rookie mistake you could make.

“So...” Impa said to no one in particular. “Does anyone know this country well? You know, being the new girl around here...”

Cymiopolis

Nationalist german empire

North italian union wrote:
Chancellor Furlan, taken by surprise, shaked awkwardly Aldo's hand. "Indeed I am sir." Augusto replied in his perfect german, "Giuseppe Augusto Furlan, Chancellor of the North Italian Union and head of the government of His Royal Majesty King Nicola I of Habsburg-Savoy. I'm sure this banquet gave us the informal opportunity to discuss our nations's relations. Given our.." Augusto startled and scratched his thick gray mustaches, he was thinking of the most polite way to say his thoughts in german ".. Given our past disagreements I'm sure we can look at this banquet as a fresh start. His Majesty was interested in overcoming our old fightings given the recent end of the cold war."

“Of course...We fully intend on compensating you for your losses and can even push it a bit further.” he stated. He repositioned himself in his chair. ”Whatever you need, just let me know.” he concluded, seeing the banquet about to start.

[quote=oopsidroppedmyrightsburg;41811255]The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

Order Up
The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Frigid, Frosty, Freezing
Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

Nobody Reads The Fine Print
He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

[spoiler=Pingy Bois]North italian union Cymiopolis Bucksden Kysikstan Ventus Prime Nationalist german empire

Whenever the papers were passed down, Aldo would take his newly golden engraved pen and sign. “This is quite the showing and if I know Emperor Zül, he’d gladly sign both these treaties if he were here.” Aldo said with a smile. He then passed the papers down, retrieving a small device from his uniform. “Excuse me for one moment.”

Cymiopolis

North italian union

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

Order Up
The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad those who didn't order get the house specialty ;)
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Frigid, Frosty, Freezing
Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

Nobody Reads The Fine Print
He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

North italian union Cymiopolis Bucksden Kysikstan Ventus Prime Nationalist german empire

Furlan looked at the pile of paper in front of him. "Paper?!" He thought, "we're in 2150 and this country still signs deals on papers.." he coughed, adjusted his medals and looked at Ravi.

"Generalissimo, I'm really sorry but as a rule our monarchy never signs deals like that. I'm sure we can have time to discuss terms and value possibilities. Ehm. I guess a trade deal might be interesting given your important exports of... Uh... Potatoes and.. Yeah we can talk about it. As for the military deal I'm afraid our relations are still too cold to develop any farther... But a couple more banquets like this..." he pointed at the potato-themed menu with a forced laugh, "... And we'll might be onto something".

Ventus Prime and Cymiopolis

The sakura nippon

Kadiya wrote:

Midino, Lanka Prefecture, Kadiya

Within her office, President Takalska was as stressed as ever. Following some private communications, she saw fit to bolster the armed forces. Nova Corporations had developed a plentiful stock of machines with which to defend the Motherland, and her settlements beyond Terra. Kadiya had grown, yes. It had become highly industrialized and wealthy, yes. It stood firm as a democracy surrounded by autocracies, yes. It had defied the Germans, yes. However, it had expressed its military might but twice, both times in defense of allies, both times far from home, and both times supported by friends. There was no guarantee Kadiya would be safe from attack, terrestrial or otherwise. It spoke loudly and defiantly, but if push came to shove, Kadiya needed to be able to fend for itself, especially if her allies never came.

If Kadiya wanted to become a superpower, it needed to show the world it could handle itself. Kadiya had the strongest terrestrial Navy on Terra, though boats and tanks were long outclassed by better technology. Whilst the Space Corps was growing, the majority of Kadiya's military consisted of outdated tanks, planes, and guns. Kadiya needed an overhaul, and Nova Corporations would spearhead her rise. With a few more phone calls and button pushing from President Takalska, Kadiya was to be harmless no more.

Ho Chi Minh City, Ho Chi Minh Prefecture,
Kadiya

On the outskirts of the massive city, preparations were underway. In the style of Fleetbase Primis on Deimos, a Firebase was constructed outside of Ho Chi Minh City. Far enough away from prying eyes yet close enough to the city to defend it, Firebase Phoenix stood watch. The mechanical sound of heavy hydraulic legs traversing the soil enveloped the near area. AT-RT's and squads of Sentinel Droids patrolled the area, marching to the beat of their own footfalls. A sort of melody was produced, one of marching and wind from the skies above. A symphony of constant presence, a song of steel and strength.

Bangkok, Thaia Prefecture, Kadiya

A Firebase nearly identical to that of Firebase Phoenix slowly rose from the ground outside of Bangkok. Thousands of men and women entered and exited, leaving the structure more fortified each day. When finally construction completed, it was a sight to behold. A massive bastion of steel and guns overlooking the sea, the sentry of Thaia. Due to its location and wonderful view of the sea from the battlements, it was dubbed Firebase Mara, Bangkok's own fortress. Aurek fighters soared above the base, their ion engines inspiring those on the ground to look up in awe. Interceptors lay dormant within Mara's walls, the operators of which hoped they would never use. From Bangkok departed a shipping vessel, its contents several massive creates containing heavy material. What materials remained to be seen, for the ship soon disappeared over the horizon, en route to Nagasaki.

The sakura nippon

RP: 弱肉強食 (Jaku niku kyō shoku, The Jungle Law)

After the victory in Japanese invasion against the Korean Peninsula and parts of Manchuria and Russian land. There was no doubt that some people may be rebellious against the vassal states Japan has set up. Mainly the exploitation of Manchurian with Mantetsu influence dominating Manchuria and Chosen (Korea) has left the people of Korea and Fengtian rather resistant to Japanese influence, hopefully this will change in time with their compliance slowly to grow.

대한제국 (Korean Empire)

Currently Korea is governed by a Military Administration with the Monarchy being a head figure or rather a puppet to the Japanese Empire. While Minamichosen (South Korea) has historically been under a Capitalist Democratic Government, Kitachosen (North Korea) has been a target to mass imprisonment of Koreans, even though the population of the Northern part of the peninsula has been twice as small as the Minamichosen. The amount of people that had been imprisoned were staggeringly higher than Minamichosen, this has resulted in less production coming from Korea along with rebellions happening in the Kitachosen.

Республика Трансамур (Transamur Republic)

The Transamur Republic led by an Admiral-Dictator of the former Russian Nation has been plagued with suspicion on her fellow colleagues. Her ideas seem radical to many of her colleagues and has been power hungry. While many of her colleagues plan to overthrow her, so as Japan does wish to do so and assert a proper Pro-Japanese candidate in the Republic.

The Vladivostok regime has become hopelessly reliant of the Japanese Empire, and the tendrils of Imperial influence dominate many institutions and aspects of Transamurian society.

中華民國奉天政府 (Fengtian Government of the Republic of China)

The Fengtian Government under Grand Marshal Kang Xun serves as a lapdog of the Japanese Empire for it's plans to grow influence and assert Seishin-ron plans in the continent. Though it's backwards industries containing obsolete machinery, inefficient practices, and serve mismanagement has led to them relying on great deals of investment from Japan and the Mantetsu's.

Despite its claims to the contrary, the Fengtian Government is plagued by endemic corruption, incompetence, and abuse of power, while being a newly vassal state of the Japanese Empire, it lowers the popularity of the regime in Fengtian.

Fengtian's Northern parts of the Heilongjiang Province have been used as sites for many of the death camps where a small population of Fengtian live there in a vast land of Mountains, hills, plains, and forests. Recently there had been a breakout with the prisoners fleeing from the camp, many of them shot though the body counts haven't been reported nor the known number of people that have fled. Which has raised concerns in Tokyo.

RP: 弱肉強食 (Jaku niku kyō shoku, The Jungle Law)

With instability rising in these vassal states, the Celestian Empress in par with the Minister of Defence has now changed conscription laws, previous conscription laws stated that those who are 18 are eligible to join the Imperial Military Academies. This now has been lowered to allow people over or who have turned 16 years old to join the Imperial Japanese Armed Forces. The Japanese Empire has witnessed an increase of 0.5% in Military personnel, which is about 1,731,235 people from Japan and other vassal states have joined the army.

Japan has also decided to increase military funding to expand on their naval capabilities at sea; their land capabilities in order to deal with internal and external threats; their air capabilities to deal with missiles, jets, bombers, etc.; along with their Space Force in order to combat threats that may do damage to Japanese communication satellites and threaten our airspace.

The Imperial Japanese Army, while ground force had outdated tanks, APC's, and motorized vehicles. They offered better equipment in small arms like cybernetic augmentations, exo-skeletons, new weapons, etc. Investment into tanks and new motorized and mechanized vehicles have been put into under the order of the Ministry of Defence.

The Imperial Japanese Navy have enjoyed a large investment from the Japanese Government for several years, though still with some of their ships relying on old technology and newer ships with up-to-date 22nd century technology. The plan for IJN is to retrofit or retire ships that are not needed or no longer capable against modern-day naval ships.

The Imperial Japanese Air Service has been mainly receiving a lot of investment over the following years after Japan had finally began to break out of their isolationist state. Their investments mainly went in par with developing space aircraft fighters or aircrafts capable of fighting in the exosphere down to the Troposphere.

The Imperial Galactic Force is a newly formed branch of the Imperial Armed Forces, mainly made up of newly volunteers from the conscription change. Mainly in order to gain experience in Space Engineering, IT, etc. Though plans have been made to further expand the IJGF as it only consist of 1 ship that has now been turned into a temporary manufacturing area in order to create ships in space in the Inari System.

Kiyomi: "Japan has been in decay for a century, now it is time for the Sun to Rise upon the horizon, if we fail to do so we shall be the meat for the strong to devour. Let us not have Japan succumb to internal threats like Syndicalists, let us not let Japan succumb to foreign threats, and in order to achieve this we must work together as smaller beings (cells) apart of a larger organism (body). Japan shall rise to its former glory and become prosperous once more." large cheers erupted and camera's had filmed her speech of the announcement of Japanese militarization. What Japan may do with a large army is unknown.

RP: 長崎 (Long Cape, Nagasaki)

Cargo ships have also been set out to Kadiya after the private discussion between President Takalska and Celestial Empress Kiyomi. These cargo vessels contain unknown items and materials. The recent delivery of some certain materials have reached the Port of Nagasaki, remains to be unfoled.

RP: Defences

Investments have been made for Surface-to-Air missiles, Counter Ballistic Missiles, Tactical High Power Microwave Operational Responder, and anti-ship defences. Many of these will be mobile units while some may serve as static defences.

RP: Civilian Economy to Early Mobilization

Consumer Goods from Civilian Factories have been reduced by 5% with around 3/10 of factories producing civilian goods and the other 7/10 either going into building static defences, special projects in gaining more raw materials, building more factories, or going to trading with other nations for resources or products. While still not in a Total State of Mobilization. The Early Mobilization will allow Japan to build more factories or convert civilian factories for military purposes.

Cymiopolis, North italian union, and Kadiya

Berlin

Getting a response from the king of North italian union, Richter proposed meeting His Majesty in Berlin at the Federal Chancellery. He jokingly adds that His Majesty won’t have to worry about flying cars and naval ships in the sky when he arrives.

Cymiopolis and North italian union

Jakkonia wrote:Anna remained somewhat confused for a moment, though a smile still remained on her face, wanting let the woman speak. Though Amanda wasn't so patient, but out of politeness in the situation she kept to herself. Both Kingsely and Anna started to become worried when the girl took off her glasses and turned around with a blushed face, was she sick or something? Though as she turned around Anna saw her eyes, a small blush forming on her face. Her beautiful Blue eyes captivated her but she managed to keep her cool and nod as the woman spoke to them. She had to just be nervous because she was the Prime Minister.

Though as soon as she said the words "postulated for pm" Amanda looked up with a sense of anger in her eyes.

"She already won." She said, her voice holding some venom inside of it. Anna looked over to her with a glare, shutting her up for the time being as she looked back over to the woman.

"I'm sorry about her, she gets a bit angry when she hasn't eaten in a while... but yes I am Anna West! Prime Minister! So...? What's your name?" She was indeed curious, wanting to know a bit more about this woman. She seemed older, like in the final years of college since she noticed the Saint Marks uniform. The small blush on her face would only grow though, the girl was quite adorable. What the hell was going on in her head right now?

Anna thought to herself for a second.

"What is wrong with me...." she thought, not letting a single word out of her mouth as she waited for the woman to answer.

As I ended my poorly-constructed word full of stuters and with a palpable sense of nervousness, I tried to giggle. Giggle nervously. Because I was talking to a very important politician! Who wouldn't get nervous at that...? I let out a very weak "Heh... yeah..." before the other lady, one with significantly darker hair and eyes not nearly as beautiful's as the candidate's. Not long after that, I felt like something or someone was coming at my throat, but nobody was strangling me or anything.

No. It was the voice of the dark hair lady. Her voice sounded angry, anger specifically directed at me, and apparently, Anna did win the election. So that meant i was talking with the Prime Minister... and I looked pathetic in the presence of the Prime Minister herself. Yeah... but what made me feel even more unqueasy was just... the other lady's presence. Did she hate me because I thought Anna lost the election? Because I was rich or any other thing... maybe because I was talking informally to the Prime Minister?

This was a very difficult situation, so I had to come up with something to make it less awkward and have that attempt not backfire spectacularly, like just a few seconds ago. I ignored the sheer venom of the other woman's voice, and I directed my sights right at Anna, smiling. Peacefully. Putting every single inch of my being into not messing up and not blushing even more.

Anna asked my name. Why would she be interested in that? I did my best to not look around the restaurant to see people's reactions; it would make this situation only more awkward. Okay, she asked your name. Don't mess it up!

"My name is..."

A 2-second gap stood in the way of my thoughts and my mouth.

"S-Sophie Pearson..."

Jakkonia

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

Order Up
The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad

those who didn't order get the house specialty ;)
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Frigid, Frosty, Freezing
Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

Nobody Reads The Fine Print
He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

North italian union Cymiopolis Bucksden Kysikstan Ventus Prime Nationalist german empire

"Er what" he said after hearing the room is sound proof.
"Why is the room sound proo..." he was interupted by the documents.
"Huh? Well i dont mind a alliance, economic or militaristic" he whispered to himself. He thought of the kind off threatening stuff Ravi said but yet the offer of a alliance balanced it out.
"Wait was the offer for everyone mabey not" he said to himself again. He waited for his food looking around the room hopefully it will come soon.

Nationalist german empire

New spiedska wrote:As I ended my poorly-constructed word full of stuters and with a palpable sense of nervousness, I tried to giggle. Giggle nervously. Because I was talking to a very important politician! Who wouldn't get nervous at that...? I let out a very weak "Heh... yeah..." before the other lady, one with significantly darker hair and eyes not nearly as beautiful's as the candidate's. Not long after that, I felt like something or someone was coming at my throat, but nobody was strangling me or anything.

No. It was the voice of the dark hair lady. Her voice sounded angry, anger specifically directed at me, and apparently, Anna did win the election. So that meant i was talking with the Prime Minister... and I looked pathetic in the presence of the Prime Minister herself. Yeah... but what made me feel even more unqueasy was just... the other lady's presence. Did she hate me because I thought Anna lost the election? Because I was rich or any other thing... maybe because I was talking informally to the Prime Minister?

This was a very difficult situation, so I had to come up with something to make it less awkward and have that attempt not backfire spectacularly, like just a few seconds ago. I ignored the sheer venom of the other woman's voice, and I directed my sights right at Anna, smiling. Peacefully. Putting every single inch of my being into not messing up and not blushing even more.

Anna asked my name. Why would she be interested in that? I did my best to not look around the restaurant to see people's reactions; it would make this situation only more awkward. Okay, she asked your name. Don't mess it up!

"My name is..."

A 2-second gap stood in the way of my thoughts and my mouth.

"S-Sophie Pearson..."

Anna couldn't help but continue to look at the woman in question, waiting for her to answer as the seconds became longer. As if they were stuck in a continuous timeloop almost. Anna didn't even notice anyone else was looking over to them as Sophie spoke, Anna nodded.

"Well its very nice to meet you Sophie! Or should I say Madame Pearson? I assume you go to Saint Marks judging by the uniform, a great school!" She continued to seemingly beam positive energy but inside she was in chaos, her mind was frazzled and she was unsure of what to do next. She understood that it might be weird for this woman to talk to the Prime Minister of the country though and decided to let her trouble speaking slide by.

"So what brings you to our table?" Anna said out of curiosity, hoping it wasn't because she was staring at her earlier. Anna at this point was clearly blushing, Amanda shaking her head at the scene while Kingsley couldn't help but smirk. Kingsely then spoke up.

"If you wish to sit down to help collect your thoughts then feel free. Trust me Amanda won't bite."

Amanda looked at him with a glare, Kingsely merely snickering at her reaction. Anna merely facepalmed, unsure of what to say because of the embarrassment she had of the situation. Of course it wasn't because of Sophie, but because her two top advisors seemingly had no clue how to act.

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:The Banquet of Bystanding Belligerence

Order Up
The man in the white suit scribbled the orders of the representatives onto his notepad
Then, he spoke, "We hope the food will be more than satisfactory to the enclave of excellency held before me." He released a half-hearted smile as he glanced around the room.
Ravi uttered words that made the man freeze,"You can bet that if it isn't up to standards I'll have the chef's head."
The waiter froze, staring towards the floor... The representatives from other nations looked towards Ravi with no words. It was silent, nobody spoke a word. Ravi did not acknowledge the cold air, merely sat there and looked around. "I'm joking of course!" He began laughing loudly, with passion. The waiter began to chuckle as well, then Ravi stopped. He stared at the waiter for a few seconds, "Don't you have a job to be doing?" The waiter exited the room with haste.

Frigid, Frosty, Freezing
Ravi glanced around the room, he appeared to be judging the others. He appeared calm, but sweat ran down the side of his head. The air was cold, and the temperature was too. "Antonios of the great Cymiopolis, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance once again. I'm sure you're wondering how I manage to be here, given the events that occurred at the last banquet, but some questions are better left unanswered. Nonetheless, I thank you for returning to the great Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Gentleman, ladies..." he glanced towards the Bucksdenian leader, "droids..." He glances around the room, analyzing the walls and the floor, he turns towards the door and motions one of the guards looking inside. The guard begins to shut the door, the building rattles as the door slams shuts. Ravi slowly pulls the briefcase out and places it on the table. He takes his time as he opens the lock, watching for movement from the others. The briefcase clicks, a beep is heard, then it pops open. Ravi reaches inside and removes a smaller briefcase, this one made of metal. He places this under the table, and goes back to the first briefcase. He pulls out small pens, they appear to be made of gold. He passes them out to each representative, names of the leaders engraved on each.  He then places the excess pens back in the briefcase solemnly, with a slowness to his movements that appear saddened. "I apologise that the number of attendees was sub-par. I will shoot for a better number next time." He smiles, then continues, "Despite that obstacle, I aim to make great strides in this meeting," he looks towards Nationalist german empire, "great strides indeed."

Nobody Reads The Fine Print
He reaches back into the briefcase and removes three many-page documents. "This one here outlines a free trade agreement for anyone who signs. It keeps you bound to holding to the document, unless the nation commits an act against you or an ally. I assure you, this is for the best." He passes the document to North italian union. "Do not feel obligated to sign the document, it is purely optional."
He holds up the second document, this one is obviously thicker than the others. "This particular document, I do not expect many of you to sign. This outlines an economic and militaristic alliance with Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. Do not worry, I take no offense to those who ignore this." He slides the document, once again, to North italian union, this document is notable, as opposed to the first one, which had well around fifteen spaces to sign, this one has a mere two.
He analyzes the third document and chuckles, then tucks it back into the satchel. "Your meals will be here soon, my dearest apologies for the delay. Also, do not worry about watching your tongue, the room is practically soundproof."

At this point, Heidrun was getting a bit suspicious. The joke was a bit offputting (didn't really have much of a punchline either), but that wasn't the off thing here. And being referred to as a droid, while making her a bit peeved, wasn't really something she could blame them for, despite her being handed the correct pen and all.

No, it was the documents. She could already tell a few of the delegates were unsure about this, like her. Checks out, Mr. Ravioli over there didn't look that trustworthy. Good at interior design, but at what cost?
Regardless, someone with the capability to make such a room must have a nation that produces *something* of value, so she prepared herself to sign the free trade agreement, at least. Nothing to really shout in joy about. If it was, she'd glad that her security detail couldn't hear her.

As soon as she thought that, she stopped herself. What was the soundproofing for, anyway? A sudden jam session, or insurance that no one would hear their screams?
...she was hoping for a jam session, but just to be certain she made sure she could still contact Taft.

-----

Meanwhile, outside the door or wherever the personal guards are at the moment...

Taft grumbled to himself. "Yeah, right, tag along. Because that's what happened..."
When he came along on this diplomatic trip, he was expecting something a lot more exciting than this. Intense diplomacy! Reverse psychology and outsmarting! Perhaps even a fight!
Not being considered a part of Heidrun's personal guard and escorted out the door. He was no bodyguard, he was an admiral! A charming connoisseur of bullet points and plain old bullets alike!

He started tuning his ukulele in the meantime. Not that he needed to, but it was relaxing, and he felt he needed some relaxation right now. Would be nice if he could at least get a peek at what was going on in that room or a message from Heidrun or-
"Hey, Taft... can you still hear me? I'm starting to get a bit creeped out by this guy, and I want to make sure you'll be able to at least recover the robot if things go wrong."
"Yikes, diplomatic disaster already? Should've sent me instead, ha! ...but yes, I think I could manage that. If push comes to shove, everyone here should have enough strength to push through the door, pardon the play on words."

Nationalist german empire, Ventus Prime, and North italian union

Jakkonia wrote:Anna couldn't help but continue to look at the woman in question, waiting for her to answer as the seconds became longer. As if they were stuck in a continuous timeloop almost. Anna didn't even notice anyone else was looking over to them as Sophie spoke, Anna nodded.

"Well its very nice to meet you Sophie! Or should I say Madame Pearson? I assume you go to Saint Marks judging by the uniform, a great school!" She continued to seemingly beam positive energy but inside she was in chaos, her mind was frazzled and she was unsure of what to do next. She understood that it might be weird for this woman to talk to the Prime Minister of the country though and decided to let her trouble speaking slide by.

"So what brings you to our table?" Anna said out of curiosity, hoping it wasn't because she was staring at her earlier. Anna at this point was clearly blushing, Amanda shaking her head at the scene while Kingsley couldn't help but smirk. Kingsely then spoke up.

"If you wish to sit down to help collect your thoughts then feel free. Trust me Amanda won't bite."

Amanda looked at him with a glare, Kingsely merely snickering at her reaction. Anna merely facepalmed, unsure of what to say because of the embarrassment she had of the situation. Of course it wasn't because of Sophie, but because her two top advisors seemingly had no clue how to act.

I fell the biggest rock get off my back once the other lady stopped staring at me. The darts - metaphorical, of course - of her eyes that were piercing my chest didn't exist anymore as she just decided to look away. For now... she seemed like the kind of person to be unpredictable, and threatening, too. Just had to keep an eye on her, but for now I think I'm going to be just fine. Hopefully.

That feeling of pleasure wouldn't last for long, and it ended right then and there when Anna, or well... Madame West. Why do I address the Prime Minister herself so irrespectfully? Anyway... yeah. My hearts start racing again, and my tentacle hair turns significantly paler to provide more blood to the other parts of my body. I was essentially in fight-or-flight mode, but there was no one to run away from... just an extraordinarily strong political figure referring to me, just an upper-class New Spiedskan exchange student, as "Madame." She called me "Madame"! Why?! I don't know. I don't have a clue! But she did!

As I ravel in the fact she called me Madame, all that can be seen on the exterior is just confused staring. Hopefully it wasn't staring in the creepy way, just... staring in a "confused" kind of way. I snapped back to reality when she told me her thoughts about which uni I attended based on my jacket. Yeah, she was right. Saint Marks...

I slowly began to fade back into reality. Very strangely, I felt... at ease. The first encounter with her was more chaotic than anything, Amanda's existence scared me, but now that no one else was talking, but her... I felt very secure. It's probably because she's a politician, there's no way I find her voice cute. Not a snowflake's chance in hell... right? I don't even know anymore at this point, man. I don't know!

I followed the other dude's advice and I sat down, looking at the floor with my head being pressed on top of my hands and my tentacles covering a part of my head so my face wasn't seen. I genuinely felt bad, I thought I messed up their entire evening, which brought down the feelings of pleasure and, at some point, bliss, that I was feeling when I heard Madame West's... pre- err... voice.

I felt more calm, but that did little to ease my feelings of guilt.

"Man, I'm sorry... I felt like I ruined the evening. Like, if I was in your position... and a rando showed up only to mumble up barely coherent sentences... yeah, I'd be pissed off at the rando if that happened. Sorry..." I didn't get my head up or look at her out of pure shame.

Jakkonia

Nationalist german empire

Ventus Prime wrote:“Admiral, our fighters are taking heavy losses,” one of the crew members said.

“Call them back,” Halan said. “Victory isn’t necessary, but let’s see how well their ships hold. I want all power to the lasers in one volley. Fire!”

Another volley of lasers came, almost as if they were getting desperate.

The third volley was enough to shatter both Imperial V’s Shielding Systems, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Nevertheless their Megamaser Batteries were hard at work, dealing devastating results to the enemy Cruisers. Another line of Assault Concussion Missiles were launched from the Destroyers, this time targeting the dreadnoughts.

The Royal-class Carriers dedicated what little weaponry they had to engage the Corvettes. Also deploying Automated Repair Drones, with Animated Metal Sealant to repair major damages on the Imperial V’s.

With the enemy retreating their Fighter Attacks on the Destroyers, more Imperial Starfighters joined in taking out the enemy Corvettes. The overwhelming numbers, allied support, and help of Schurke Squadron made it a bad day for the enemy Corvettes. Imperial Bombers continued to launch multiple Proton Torpedo Raids against the opposing Dreadnoughts.

New spiedska wrote:I fell the biggest rock get off my back once the other lady stopped staring at me. The darts - metaphorical, of course - of her eyes that were piercing my chest didn't exist anymore as she just decided to look away. For now... she seemed like the kind of person to be unpredictable, and threatening, too. Just had to keep an eye on her, but for now I think I'm going to be just fine. Hopefully.

That feeling of pleasure wouldn't last for long, and it ended right then and there when Anna, or well... Madame West. Why do I address the Prime Minister herself so irrespectfully? Anyway... yeah. My hearts start racing again, and my tentacle hair turns significantly paler to provide more blood to the other parts of my body. I was essentially in fight-or-flight mode, but there was no one to run away from... just an extraordinarily strong political figure referring to me, just an upper-class New Spiedskan exchange student, as "Madame." She called me "Madame"! Why?! I don't know. I don't have a clue! But she did!

As I ravel in the fact she called me Madame, all that can be seen on the exterior is just confused staring. Hopefully it wasn't staring in the creepy way, just... staring in a "confused" kind of way. I snapped back to reality when she told me her thoughts about which uni I attended based on my jacket. Yeah, she was right. Saint Marks...

I slowly began to fade back into reality. Very strangely, I felt... at ease. The first encounter with her was more chaotic than anything, Amanda's existence scared me, but now that no one else was talking, but her... I felt very secure. It's probably because she's a politician, there's no way I find her voice cute. Not a snowflake's chance in hell... right? I don't even know anymore at this point, man. I don't know!

I followed the other dude's advice and I sat down, looking at the floor with my head being pressed on top of my hands and my tentacles covering a part of my head so my face wasn't seen. I genuinely felt bad, I thought I messed up their entire evening, which brought down the feelings of pleasure and, at some point, bliss, that I was feeling when I heard Madame West's... pre- err... voice.

I felt more calm, but that did little to ease my feelings of guilt.

"Man, I'm sorry... I felt like I ruined the evening. Like, if I was in your position... and a rando showed up only to mumble up barely coherent sentences... yeah, I'd be pissed off at the rando if that happened. Sorry..." I didn't get my head up or look at her out of pure shame.

Anna couldn't help but blush even harder as she watched Sophie panic as she called her Madame. Quickly apologizing.

"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

She went silent for a second, watching as the girl sat down. Anna noticed a seemingly guilt ridden look on her face, feeling bad for her. She merely laughed though as Sophie started going off about how sorry she was.

"Sophie... I made my career off of getting to know each and every person who talked to me. Trust me, you haven't ruined anything."

Her smile became warm as she looked at the woman. She was really pretty, captivatingly so in fact. Though of course Anna remained professional, she didn't need to be forelocking around in a relationship or anything when she had work to attend to.

"Apologies if any of us made this weird or anything." Anna seemed somewhat guilt-ridden herself, though that was her nature. Outside she was sweet and strong but inside she was rather unconfident and always felt out of place. Kingsely looked over to Anna, seeing her face in seeming confusion between feelings of embarrassment and happiness that he couldn't help but snicker a little. He was a smart man, even though he was the recent loser of the last election. He knew what was happening, just not where it was going.

Nationalist german empire wrote:The third volley was enough to shatter both Imperial V’s Shielding Systems, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Nevertheless their Megamaser Batteries were hard at work, dealing devastating results to the enemy Cruisers. Another line of Assault Concussion Missiles were launched from the Destroyers, this time targeting the dreadnoughts.

The Royal-class Carriers dedicated what little weaponry they had to engage the Corvettes. Also deploying Automated Repair Drones, with Animated Metal Sealant to repair major damages on the Imperial V’s.

With the enemy retreating their Fighter Attacks on the Destroyers, more Imperial Starfighters joined in taking out the enemy Corvettes. The overwhelming numbers, allied support, and help of Schurke Squadron made it a bad day for the enemy Corvettes. Imperial Bombers continued to launch multiple Proton Torpedo Raids against the opposing Dreadnoughts.

“Admiral...” Halan raised a hand, both acknowledging and silencing the crew member.

“I see now this Imperial Order isn’t all talk. Very well, I want all ships to retreat at once.” Any ships left behind would be a minor loss, at least in Lord Astor’s eyes.

The main ships began to pull back, soon jumping into hyperspace. Any ships that were currently occupied would not have the opportunity before being destroyed, mainly the corvettes and freighters.

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Ventus Prime wrote:“Admiral...” Halan raised a hand, both acknowledging and silencing the crew member.

“I see now this Imperial Order isn’t all talk. Very well, I want all ships to retreat at once.” Any ships left behind would be a minor loss, at least in Lord Astor’s eyes.

The main ships began to pull back, soon jumping into hyperspace. Any ships that were currently occupied would not have the opportunity before being destroyed, mainly the corvettes and freighters.

The Captain aboard his Kopf Destroyer continued to micromanage the small Fleet on a holographic display. ”Captain, they’re retreating!” one Crewman called out. He let out a sigh of relief, almost sure he’d face defeat against such numbers.

“What’s our losses?” The Captain questioned. He watched as the enemy ships slowly vanished off the hologram.

“Both Imperial Destroyers are holding up, though one's in critical condition...We’ve lost two Raider-class Corvettes, an Emperor-class Cruiser, and 26% of our overall Starfighters.” one crewman reported.

“I don’t know what the Leitandians think they’re up to, but they just started something I don’t think they’re capable of finishing...” the Captain said to himself.

“Captain, High Command wishes to speak to you.” One Comms operator announced.

The Captain made his way over to the proper station and began chatting with High Command. “This is Captain Dash Pellian of Fleet 01S reporting in.”

“Captain Pellian, I am pleased to hear the outcome of your encounter. A possible promotion may be in your near future...Now tell me about these attackers. Is the asset safe?...”

”It was a Leitandi Fleet...The asset is safe aboard my Vessel. If we have no other intrusions, we should arrive within the hour.” the Captain responded.

Nationalist german empire wrote:The Captain aboard his Kopf Destroyer continued to micromanage the small Fleet on a holographic display. ”Captain, they’re retreating!” one Crewman called out. He let out a sigh of relief, almost sure he’d face defeat against such numbers.

“What’s our losses?” The Captain questioned. He watched as the enemy ships slowly vanished off the hologram.

“Both Imperial Destroyers are holding up, though one's in critical condition...We’ve lost two Raider-class Corvettes, an Emperor-class Cruiser, and 26% of our overall Starfighters.” one crewman reported.

“I don’t know what the Leitandians think they’re up to, but they just started something I don’t think they’re capable of finishing...” the Captain said to himself.

“Captain, High Command wishes to speak to you.” One Comms operator announced.

The Captain made his way over to the proper station and began chatting with High Command. “This is Captain Dash Pellian of Fleet 01S reporting in.”

“Captain Pellian, I am pleased to hear the outcome of your encounter. A possible promotion may be in your near future...Now tell me about these attackers. Is the asset safe?...”

”It was a Leitandi Fleet...The asset is safe aboard my Vessel. If we have no other intrusions, we should arrive within the hour.” the Captain responded.

The “Leitandi Fleet” retreated back into Unknown Space. Personally, Halan wanted a victory, to show just how powerful Leitandi technology truly was, but it had been stressed repeatedly how this was a mere test, and how it would sow chaos between the Ascendancy and Imperial Order, and possibly other factions as well.

“Report,” Astor said via hologram once the ships dropped out of lightspeed.

“My lord, we engaged the Imperial fleet, as directed,” Halan reported. “Unfortunately, while we were able to damage the fleet, their weaponry was almost overwhelming. Ships were lost in the process.”

“Interesting...” Astor said. “Do not concern yourself Admiral, you did well despite the odds. Now the feint has been set into motion.”

“My Lord, as far as we know, that was merely an expedition fleet. Their actual fleets are far greater.”

“If we play our cards right, we won’t have to worry about them,” Astor assured him. “The Ascendancy will have their hands full, but they may put up a good fight. Once both sides are weakened, then we, the Tenkai, shall make our move. And by that time, He will be awakened.”

“Understood my lord,” Halan said. “For the Dark Lord Demise...”

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Erwin was quite pleased at the meeting to this point, He wondered, if Ariana was this pleasant in a formal meeting, how much more so would she be during the banquet, a more sociable and free spirited event.

"I'm glad that I have been able to meet and/or exceed your expectations. We are not a horrible people, though I'm sure there are plenty of nations that will do their best to try. I'm quite looking forward to the benefits of this alliance, and perhaps show the world that the most unlikely of alliances are the most prosperous." Erwin began.

"I should clarify that Naval Carriers are all we are currently looking for. We've plenty of space carriers, the Reverence Class Assault Carriers are quite adequate for our battle schemes, and even better for protecting the holy city." He added.

"We usually use steam engines, they arent better than diesel by any means but we like them better. At least most of the smoke that goes in the air is just steam, water vapor and the like. Buses and other transit vehicles i dont care if they run normal gas or diesel. I dont mind either or." Erwin stated.

Erwin did a partial bow. "There is no reason to be sorry, i quite enjoy this conversation, but if you insist, I am happy then to sign the agreement." He finished. Xelha handed him a piece of parchment, which was the agreement in its entirety written out. Hiei finished the second copy.

Erwin signed, with some speed, both copies. They were both written on the same type of paper, in the same ink, and similar handwriting. Momo took slightly longer to sign. She used her own writing utensil and signed the papers in the Japanese characters that made up her name. Afterwards, both pieces were handed to Ariana so she could also sign.

Erwin clapped once. "Right if you dont mind me dropping the formalities so abruptly, I believe that the banquet is just about ready, and if you are still willing, we'd like to move this little party a bit down the ways into the Grand Hall." Erwin started again

"Its a far less formal event, so I would like to say that its ok to relax and be yourself. I hope that you enjoy yourself immensely. You are more than free to have a candid chat with myself, my wife, or any of my royal family members, im sure they will all be in the Grand Hall. Usually we would save a banquet of this magnitude for a gathering of multiple world leaders, but if we were to do that, i think the turnout would be minimal. So instead we can hold it for a true hero of the human race." Erwin said, finishing.

Ariana smiled boldly at the copies, graced with the signatures of the leaders of Scherzinger. One of these copies would certainly go into the National Vault and Archive of the New United Carolinas to document this small yet significant historical moment.

There was no doubt that Ariana faced some criticism with her plans to form an alliance with Scherzinger. Even some members of the Carolinian Conservative Party were reluctant to make ties with yet another monarchy. However, although Ariana and Erwin differed virtually everywhere politically, there must be some bipartisanship when it comes to a peaceful existence.

Ariana, to maintain the same level of respect that Erwin had given her, half bowed at his invitation to the banquet.

"Thank you for your kind gesture. As I'll be here until tomorrow tonight, I'll be more than happy to stay and enjoy." Ariana said. Deep down in her mind, she knew to maintain some level of formality, as it was still a diplomatic mission. She was certain that being herself in this context did not mean kicking back on the couch wearing nothing but sweatpants and a T-shirt, drinking a can of soda while watching cheesy horror movies from Idiocarasia.

Before moving to the next room, Ariana's interest in what life was like in Scherzinger began to overtake her. "Erwin, Momo. Would it be too much to ask for a tour around ShangXiang? It'd be nice to see what the city looks like, the culture, and more." Ariana cautiously requested.

Her mind jumped back to the careful examination that the Scherzingerian citizens outside had seemed to be giving her. They were analyzing her, which made sense in her mind. But she was curious just how different their lives were from the Carolinians. And even deep down in her heart, she was curious about how the leftists in the country were. Not for any malicious intent, of course.

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