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A video begins to play. It is static at first, but clears up soon. It is the Kaiser, dressed in his full uniform. His medals gleam in the light, and his Picklehaub shines.
“Your message shall be heeded.
While I disapprove of this gross violation of national sovereignty conducted by Kafair, I understand that the War Ministry wants no foreign hand meddling in its business. No assistance in crushing a no longer existent rebellion.
To me, it would appear that the War Ministry wants nothing but War- and I shall grant that. If the War Ministry wants to push all forces back, that’s fine. If the War Ministry wants to reject humanitarian aid to a sovereign state, that’s fine; I’ll let them wash their hands in the blood of the countless deaths that will occur.
The War Ministry will no longer need to worry about hostilities between Kafair and 2nd imperial german reich.
Because there won’t be any.
I’ve never had any intentions of war with the Kafairians. All I wanted was to reset Youssath to its prior state. I wanted them to be prosperous. I wanted them to benefit from an Autarky.
It appears that no one else shares my desires. Henceforth, this day will be known as “The Day of No Return” within the Reich. It shall be a day of national sorrow. For it was on this day that the Reich has seen the bloodthirsty nature of his allies.
I won’t have it any longer.
It is with these, ever so important, final words, that i leave you today, ladies and gentlemen.
Hail the Confederation.
Heil das Reich.
Long may they reign.
I am Kaiser Josef von Friedrich. My heir is Wilhelm von Friedrich.
Goodbye.”
He raises a Luger in his right hand.
He inserts a magazine, and chambers a round.
He takes off his Picklehaub, raising the gun to his temple.
He pulls the trigger.
The video ends with the sound of a gunshot, and a body hitting the floor.
Hail the Confederation!
Heil das Reich!
German State Broadcasting
Jamstown, The order of the holy inquisitors, Goodawesomeness, New joran, and 8 othersAskina velti, Vlamms Statt, Alpes a septentrionali imperium, Soviet socialists republicx, South reinkalistan, Eastern day, Youssath, and Ezeiria
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-Hail the Confederation!
After the withdrawal of the troops from Youssath by the president, a new political movement has appeared, lead by Nesar Palaui, and calling the current President “weak” and “incompetent” due to his submission to Russia major and its “bullying”. The movement has taken up arms, and is claiming to fight for the “true communist cause”. The group has taken up arms, as had the fasicist fighter group, plunging into a second civil war.
Hail the Confederation
*Trajan receives a message delivered by one of his men telling him they set up a fob nearby*
Guardian Trajan: ah wonderful, I will have my Infantry march to there posts while we drive there.
OOC: all Trajan has is A Mixed force of human and AI Infantry
Hail the Speaker of the Union
Hail the Confederation
Jerusalem, Kafair
The sultan sighs. His guards are outside, as he watches the navy drill, from his office in the palace. He sends off a message to the Major General, to return to Kafair, and to clean up the mess he has made.
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Agosgow, Youssath
The general laughs. He checks a watch, as his men march outside the city hall. He deletes the message, taking the letter, and burning it. He presses a button, and begins to speak. "To all members of the movement. The time is now."
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Jerusalem, Kafair
A Moon Shadow runs, rushing to the Sultan's office. He pants, racing, when suddenly, thunk, he falls. 50 men walk, a suppressed pistol smoking from the hand of their officer. The guards outside the door fall too, after fighting silently. This time, the Sultan heard. The thunk of a bullet, the fall of a body. Sounds he knew too well. He presses his alarm button, draws his sword and pistol, and readies. The door is blasted open, stunning him. Men swarm in, rushing at him. The 50 become 100, than 300, than 500, as the guards in the palace turn. The sultan cuts them down, over and over, the golden, shining sword slashing. A bullet slams into his leg, and he falls. He slashes, tearing the chests of 3 men into shreds. Another shot. His one eye, from his time as chairman, during the Second Jocospite Civil War, the patch covering it, is turned red. He falls, the men silent. They carry him out, as a new man walks in. He is dressed the same as the Sultan, with one difference. They are identical, except for under his eye patch, a healthy eye sits. He sits in the throne, rubbing the arms. "Oh my sweet brother. Quite a shame this had to happen." He presses another button, and turns, the men in the room leaving, returning to their posts in the palace.
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Agosgow, Youssath
The Major general smiles, and laughs outloud. It is done. He turns, and says one more thing. "To my allies. We have done it. The time is upon us!"
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"To all civilians. Marshal law is installed as of now. Anyone found outside of their homes will be killed. Do not test Kafair."
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A pair of women run, and fall, gunned down. The Major transmits a message to the rest of the Confederation.
"By order of the Sultan, Kafair will not withdraw from Agosgow. Our men will stay."
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The night is silent, everyone hiding. Roving death squads walk, hunting for people. Snipers watch the streets, tanks hunting for any dissent.
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Jerusalem, Kafair
The old sultan sits, within a dungeon. His face is cut, his turban gone, his eye patch torn apart, his ripped up eye visible. The chair he is attached too is plain, as 3 men walk around him. He is injected, while he struggles to get out. He yells out, and grows quiet, his head falling, his breathing shallow. Now asleep, the men leave. The take over has gone flawlessly. No one will know.
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Hail to the New Sultan!
Hail the Confederation!
The bullet flies out of the gun. But before that, a Metal Materialki comes jumping in front of the Aeriski, forming a giant metallic shield. The bullet flies, hitting the shield and ricocheting off. He looked behind him and said something in a foreign language. Behind the Aeriski stepped a woman dressed in a purple kefta with white bronze cuffs. She put her hands together and closed her eyes. The Ravkan soldiers knew what she was doing...
Hail the Confederation!
The screens go static for just a second, then out of the white noise emerges the Vatican skyline, and the Red Temple. Cardinal Fang steps forward, forgoing the traditional religious vestments for ceremonial armor. Silvered plates are concealed by dark weave and crimson accents. The crowd goes silent, and Fang begins his speech.
The storms of rebellion surround us. On all sides is this great nation, and this great Confederation, assailed by insurgency.
Nations are turning their backs to the strife or dashing forward blindly. Isolation and intervention. Give and take. Ice and fire.
This polarity is starting to tear at the fabrics of us all, and unless drastic action is taken, it will destroy the very seams of our people.
We feel sorrow for those who have fallen, but now is not the time for sorrow to freeze us in our most desperate hours.
It feels like just yesterday we answered the call to aid by the people of Youssath.
It feels like just yesterday we were ordered home by the Confederation.
It feels like just yesterday that this conflict was perhaps coming to a close.
No more is that the case.
While the Order still stands firm and reliant. The same cannot be said for those around us.
Youssath.
Kafair.
The Reich.
Kryvynia.
Reinkalistan.
All have found themselves either victims or perpetrators of greed, of lust, of these shameful vices, and shall suffer. Who will be next? Not us; that much is certain.
The rule of law must always triumph. Therefore, I do hereby declare a state of Martial Law across the Order.
A new era is upon us. It is clear that diplomacy cannot save us at this time.
We all must rise to the occasion. All must be ready to live for the Order, and to die for the Order.
With Iron and Blood shall we survive.
May the Lord help us all.
Fang walks back into the temple as the image fades. Pamphlets begin to travel to the far reaches of the Order, and with them comes soldiers. Lots of soldiers. The full might of the military had yet to be tested, as even this week had merely been a small exercise for them. Now, all the gears of the Order's great War Machine begin to spin once more. For although this week has put no strain on the Order, not even the Oracles can see what is to come.
HAIL THE CONFEDERATION
With Kafair's refusal to follow the orders of the War Ministry, the War Minister has no choice but to order Director Edward Mason II of 
Khanbaliq Mongolia, Director of the Bureau of Security, to make immediate plans for Operation Desert Wind, the apprehension of the Sultan. Confederation security forces are to enter Jerusalem, apprehend the Sultan, and exfiltrate from the city with minimum casualties. Once apprehended, the Sutlan will be removed to 
Jocospor for possible trial.
OOC: Of course, this operation is expected to succeed, but I leave it up to Khanbaliq Mongolia as to what exactly happens.
From the War Ministry of the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators,
Hail the Confederation!
Grand Duke Vladislav Khilkov,
War Minister of the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators,
Grand Marshal of the Greater Russian Military.
"Mr. Tchu's plan seems sound," Maedra nods. "And I thank you for the offer," she smiles at Monti, "but I prefer to travel with my own troops."
Watester, some time later
As Ezeirian REC battalion surrounds a small town, the North Reinkalistani troops defending it offer fierce resistance, but it is no use... they are severely outnumbered and outgunned. The few surviving enemy soldiers are brought to the town square where the Ezeirian major inspects them.
"You are our prisoners!" she informs them. "As such, you are considered our war trophies and property of the Holy Crown of Ezeiria. Kiss my boot!" she orders one of the prisoners who is the closest to her.
"Never!" the man replies defiantly.
"Wrong answer!" The major draws her sidearm and shoots him in the head, then takes a couple of steps toward the next one. "Kiss my boot!" she orders him.
"Please don't shoot shoot me, I'll do anything," the other North Reinkalistani replies and kneels down to kiss the major's boot.
"Now that's better," she chuckles, "but it's 'Yes, Mistress!" She kicks the man hard in the chin with her foot.
Hail the Confederation!
OOC :
Hi everyone.
So maybe some of you may have noticed that i'm no longer active on Nationstate, and i would like to apologize particularly to Georia with whom I planned long ago a rp. I would also apologize to the ANC for my lack of involvement in it.
But hey, guess I'm back.
Maybe someone can give me an idea of the curent rp ?
Thanks you a lot
Hail the Confederation !
*The 4th AI Infantry army under command of Guardian Heart linked up with Guardian Trajan in the captured city*
*Guardian Heart looks at the scene before it*
Guardian Heart: This one is intrigued, Is it customary for your people to Press their lips to feet Major? Also this one wonders what significance does the Foot have to your people.
*Guardian Trajan laughs and then walks away to check on defensive positions*
Guardian Heart: has this one said something humorous?
Hail the Speaker of the Union
Hail the Confederation
Receiving the decrypted message, Torklokov reads it, a frown sending a deep furrow across his brow as he looks to the woman.
"This is troubling, what does 'ascension' mean? Do you think this is some kind of suicide cult?"
Hail the Confederation!
The Ezeirian major offered the AI a grin. "The significance is that those prisoners are require to accept their status of servitude and learn to obey their new masters," she said before walking toward the next prisoner. "Kiss my boot!" she commanded again.
Hail the Confederation!
Jamstown, Ukraniumstan, Soviet socialists republicx, and South reinkalistan
The Corporalki looks over the message. "It's a forced assimilation plan. They're... Changing... Evolving quite possibly... I've never seen something quite like this... It almost tempts me to send in some scout, but forced assimilative techniques can get rough..."
Hail the Confederation!
*Eleanor Ramirez looked out over the fields of what used to be farms but are now abandoned Flaming ruins*
*She began talking to an aid nearby*
Eleanor Ramirez: I used to own a farm like this you know, it was in my family for generations. It's most likely been destroyed by the foreign occupation...*Sigh* one day we will Regain our homeland...one....day...
Hail the Confederation
Askina velti, Ukraniumstan, Soviet socialists republicx, South reinkalistan, and 1 otherEzeiria
Today the 85,000 men of the 15th Alpeian Expednititory Force leaves the Imperium for South reinkalistan to assist in the war effort there. Well currently under the command of Gen. Victor Andre Massena, but the war ministry has assured that as soon as our forces arrive they will be immediately put under their control. This force is expected to arrive soon, and start observations of the war so the Alpeian department of war can further decide what they want to do to handle their entrance of Alpeian in the war.
In other related news, the Command Vessel-Dreadnogut Imperator left Marseille today, for a currently undisclosed mission, that some believe to be related to the war in Reinkalistan. But as of now, this has yet to be disclosed. We here at the Fridigus Amnis Post will try to you, the good people of the imperium updated on as many matters relating to this as we can.
Hail the Confederation!
The jet aircrafts nose pitches up, wheels screaming as the plane hits the asphalt, rolling rapidly down the runway as the plane slows, eventually turning off the runway. The door opens, the stairs descending down to the tarmac as the butler walks down the stairs and gestures towards the car waiting. The blonde-haired woman ducks slightly, hair whipping in the strong breeze of the sea, the salty taste in the air leaving her licking her lips.
The red blouse shifts and rolls in the wind, the leather jacket she wears being pulled tightly across her form, meeting at the waist with her black skirt. The sun catches across her dark sunglasses as the high heels click across the tarmac, moving over to the car and the waiting chauffeur holding the door, closing it behind her. The car's engine growled to life, turning and picking up speed, bringing her across the town to the military airport, and to the helicopter waiting for her and the delegation that she awaits.
Russia major Krvava koupel Ping for relevancy))
Hail to the Confederation
Bzzt.....Bzzt....Bzzt
“This is the E.S.G Valiant reporting to the CCD to report that it has safely returned home after retreating from Youssath! We may be a little late in our response but we took a couple detours on the way home! We shall wait for a status report from Youssath hoping the situation has bettered since our last contacts!” -Dr. Muave awaiting for a status report about Youssath!
Hail The Confederation!
Post self-deleted by Visaria.
ORDER: Imperial Arms Catalog, 13th October, 2019.
Nation conducting purchase: Youssath
Organization/Company within nation receiving order: Joseph und Koch, Lockpunkt Productions
Bank/Treasury conducting monetary transaction: The Bank of Nilreden
Number of items being purchased: 25,000 T-14 Armata, 600 Horten H.XVIII, 8,000 M2 Bradley
Items being purchased: T-14 Armata, Horten H.XVIII, M2 Bradley
Payment due: NSD $147.828B
Payment due after shipping costs: $147,828,323,268NSD
Approximately €105,591,659,477.1429 Papiermarks
Order will arrive in: 4 hours.
The Reich has also delivered a loan of $150B NSD to Youssath.
You still owe the Imperial Treasury of the Reich a $150B NSD payment for a loan delivered for protection from 
The Chuck.
We hereby request that you pay back the loan, with an interest of .3% for delayed return. However, we will accept the return of Asgogow to the sovereign state of Youssath as payment.
Thank you, and good day.
German Imperial Treasury.
To meine Freunden und meine Familie, allies of the Reich, i am here to announce the State Funeral of the Late Kaiser Josef von Friedrich. It shall occur on the 20th of October, 2019. All representatives of states must first request entrance. Furthermore, all allowed in will be heavily monitored and scanned for any weapons or contraband.
I also announce the coronation of Kaiser Wilhelm von Friedrich. This will occur in the 22nd of October, 2019, and will be subject to the same restrictions as the prior event.
Thank you.
Rest In Peace my friend, Kaiser Josef von Friedrich.
May the Reich continue to prosper under the decisions you made, and the decisions of your bloodline.
Hail the Confederation!
Heil das Reich!
Baron Von Steuben
German Minister for War
OOC: Please fill out the mothership order forum correctly. I keep getting incorrectly filled orders. We are selling WMDs, and if people want them they must meet our demands. And also im now allowing nations to buy more than one mothership, so long as they are named.
nation=visaria/detail=factbook/id=1256070
Hail the Confederation!
Sudenya, Russia major, 2nd imperial german reich, Soviet socialists republicx, and 2 othersSouth reinkalistan, and Visaria
To the Confederation,
At 1105 AEST I signed an executive order authorizing the immediate obliteration of North reinkalistan by the Orbital Banhammer.
Should violence be perpetuated by Kafair, I shall not hesitate to have the Orbital Banhammer repositioned.
Insurrection will no longer be tolerated.
Pax Jocospora is in full effect.
Hail the Confederation!
HSM Leopold I
Emperor of Jocospor
The Shadow Cult of Jocospor
Confederation of Corrupt Dictators
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