Dreams of Good Hope
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The Holy Empire of Fuzy
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Embassies: Cape of Good Hope.
Construction of embassies with Conch Kingdom has commenced. Completion expected .
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Dreams of Good Hope contains 32 nations, the 593rd most in the world.
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 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Borderlands of The Children of Eternity | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Embrace the empty and you shall experience eternity.” | |
| 2. |  The Dominion of Spharum | Psychotic Dictatorship | “...” | |
| 3. |  The Dictatorship of S L A Y | Psychotic Dictatorship | “Kneel or Die” | |
| 4. |  The Holy Empire of Plague Utopia | Psychotic Dictatorship | “For God, and God Alone, Do We Act.” | |
| 5. |  The Dominion of The Obsidianite Empire | Psychotic Dictatorship | “The One Who Pulls The Strings shall rule all.” | |
| 6. |  The Empire of Thette Chast | Psychotic Dictatorship | “Order through Strength” | |
| 7. |  The Empire of Varlokaria | New York Times Democracy | “Kra'çætk Gorolœn Aghdmarak” | |
| 8. |  The Dominion of The Lost Batallion | New York Times Democracy | “They stood strong and the legend still lives on” | |
| 9. |  The United Socialist States of Peoples Stalinist Republic | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Us not you, Ours not Yours” | |
| 10. |  The Empire of The Primaeri | Iron Fist Consumerists | “We will have our place in the stars” |
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Regional Happenings
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The Dominion of The Zogathii Imperium arrived from The West Pacific.
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The Commonwealth of Aelirai ceased to exist.
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The Peak of Qi-Xeen ceased to exist.
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The Going Insane Brigade of Gibraltarica of the region Conch Kingdom agreed to construct embassies.
- : The Holy Empire of Fuzy proposed constructing embassies with Conch Kingdom.
- : Begul ceased to exist.
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The Community of Electric Child Bay arrived from North Pacific.
- : Zoninitebutnot ceased to exist.
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The Rogue Nation of TEKNOKOMMUNE arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Holy Empire of Fuzy rejected United Island States's request for regional embassies.
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James just shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s still just not quite the same,” he explains. “But, you do have pretty good food here, in general. And you all seem like pretty good people too.”
"Thank you!" Zyth says, bowing. "Hospitality is a practice that we Gondorians like to continue" he laughs
The Monsonian crew is shocked. They had arrived in the uncolonized but mostly ready for habitation world of Rustal, in the Monarch System. If it hadn't been for the Primaeri takeover of Monsone, this system too would have been populated and served as an outpost of further colonization and expansion. The ships would have docked at one of the completed but empty space depots. From there, they could take an automated shuttle down to the surface of the planet Rustal, and try and find their way in the maze of uninhabited buildings that filled the planet's cities and towns.
"They won't be so stupid as to refuse. They'll merely bend the terms as much as they possibly can, get away with as much as they can without breaking the treaty, yet. Much like what happened with the Treaty of Versailles." Sighed the ex-president as he looked at the passing scenery before saying: "Only fools would destroy this land. Only fools wouldn't recognize the value of what lies beneath it and obliterate this land and its people. Without them, the riches underground can never be exploited.."
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"We can follow the treaty without your little enforcement committee." Said the man as the head of the Monsonian delegation was dragged back into the room.
"Sign." The woman ordered.
"Y-yes!" Replied the head of the Monsonian delegation said timidly.
"Very well. Our job here is done." Said the man as all the finely dressed people got up, and then left.
"So, the treaty? Where is it?" Asked one of the aides as they looked for a piece of paper to give to the delegation head to sign.
It was then a very loud crack and splash could be heard coming from the lake. The ice on the surface had been punched through by the VTOL fighter. Its mangled wreck sinking into the lake, with its pilot having ejected in the nick of time. There was no telltale smoke from a surface-to-air missile or the explosion associated with it. Nor was there any sign of even small arms and autocannon anti-aircraft fire. The plane had seemingly dropped out of the sky at random with no sign of foul play. Nor would any sign be found even with a total search of the surrounding areas and tracking of internet usage and IP addresses. But this was a warning, albeit a very subtle one, the kind of warning given right before something goes catastrophically wrong.
Mary sighed.
"Look...I...look I don't care anymore; it's your fathers fault and we need to make sure that this bastard can't do anything...and...hey...if ever you need help with periods I'm sure some of us girls will lend a hand."
Mary sighed.
"Let's just get this asshole.”
Mary looked at herself.
“My mother worked her ass of trying to get me a better life and…well…it seems I’m going right into what she did.”
"Yeah...when your a generalist you don't get much spare time; you're always working and working...work work work."
She looked at herself.
"This is the dress I wore on my first successful assignment actually."
Jonathan closed the second book.
“Mercy makes ones enemies stronger…” Jonathan mused, “But mercy is liable to make ones enemies into allies…strange.”
He looked back at the book, somewhat disturbed by what he read.
“Vara is turning out to be far more dangerous than first anticipated…quite frankly, I seem to be outmatched but…that is to be determined.”
He placed the book to the side, continued to write in the dossier and then turned to look at the third book of the collection. He turned open the page.
“What do you wish for me to understand Vara?” Jonathan mused to himself.
Due to the versatile nature of the Aerlanican vessels, and the small size of the light cruisers, one of the Aerlanican ships touched down on the planet surface to conduct some of their own operations, while the other two remained in a close protective formation around the captured Primaeri vessel. The Monsonians were offered food, medical supplies and other amenities by the Aerlanicans.
The Grand Emperor nodded.
"Better, every item you see here has been perfectly, expertly and specifically tailored or made to fit you and you alone; we scanned you while you were sleeping one night and got your body's exact measurements; we would not want second rate for the Grand Empress of the greatest empire the world has seen."
It was at that moment that the Grand Emperor heard a small, discreet beep from his data-pad, he pulled it up and smiled.
"Ah, the Monsonians have surrendered...they crumbled quicker than I expected."
"What is one hundred thousand square kilometres of land when you have over one hundred planets under your control? and what worth is here that could possibly entice the Primaeri to rule out orbital bombardment; Aerlanica possesses one of the lightest and strongest stable isotopes of Titanium along with plenty of marble, granite and limestone and it was razed to the ground...what does Monsone have that could possibly save your people. And also, what is south?"
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The Admiral Fae'lark heard the crash and shrugged; one plane was nothing.
However, the Admiral still reached to a small device at his hip and flipped a switch. He then continued to speak.
"the Admiral expresses his concerns over this strange and unprofessional change of delegation...likewise these...suited individuals seem to be quite disrespectful to our mercy and has brushed aside our offer to help steer Monsone into a new age of prosperity and non-belligerency."
The Admiral shook his head and continued to speak.
"he is unsure as to who we should listen to, and is very much confused as to what is going on, who is who, and the nature of our visit. We feel as though there is no negotiation being conducted here and that posers have dressed up smartly and spouted their agenda.
"Our society," the aide continued to translate, "which has functioned well and efficiently has been insulted, our Grand Emperor disregarded and our intelligence and political class has been thoroughly underestimated and brushed aside; we feel as thought you aren't taking this lightly and are simply throwing around words and statements in an attempt to impress us with your "chauvinism" which as no place in political discourse."
the Admiral slowly withdrew the data-pad.
"the Admiral wishes to speak with someone who is actually in power, possess some semblance of political intelligence, has a level head and does not resort to petty and pathetic forms of denunciations trying to pass it off as political statements."
The Admiral gestured outside and spoke, he was once again translated for.
"Due to the nature of our VTOL fighter being downed, we will deploy a platoon to guard the Admiral, this is not an offensive action; this is simply us protecting the possibility of peace from...Aerlanicans that seek to...ignite tensions between us; they have presented themselves as a vicious and violent race...and must be dealt with abruptly and with contempt..."
The Admiral trailed off before he continued.
"The Admiral would...like to add another clause to the Treaty; the extradition of Aerlanicans, or those with Aerlanican heritage to Rural Work Complexes to ensure that the violent and...rabble-rousing Aerlanicans can be...removed from society."
“Well, you’re certainly good at it.” James laughs lightly.
(Love the new flag! And I saw your post in the Cape. West North West Kansas, which had been sending food to whatever survivors they could find after their leader made amends with Queen Kiki, now begins sending food to Twilights Hollow. While Kansas could not directly support a war, they were thrilled to hear that Aerlanica had survived and more than happy to help the nation recover in any other ways that they could help. Queen Kiki will possibly do more direct action when/if she ever goes home—I’m pretty sure I haven’t done anything in Kansas since the invention of the telephone so I’m not sure Kiki will ever actually make it back to Kansas at this point lmao)
“Well, it’s quite a nice dress,” Connie shamelessly stares at her for a moment. “I kind of get it, though. My last relationship didn’t exactly end well, although the relationship part wasn’t much better.” She sighs. “So, after that, I moved back to the city and started working for Cait back when he ran for president. I kind of threw myself into that, so work was pretty much the only thing I did besides spending time with my brother. Feels like it went by so fast...”
Bella giggles
"Keep your eyes locked on mine, And let the music be your guide?"
Emily's face gets serious
"Oh it's on. I should have you know I've never been dizzy in my life, so this will be an easy win" she says, confidently
Cara smiles
"You're really cute"
(That's not a dcom quote lol sorry my brain is mostly dead)
Kalliope looks at James, confused
"Why are you concerned about Taryn? To my recollection she can drink anyone under the table"
Ophelia frowns, but nods
"I understand, thank you for coming." She says as she turns back and leans against Sarah again
Kalliope smiles at Shunni
"I'm so happy for you!" She whispers back
"I think for the first time in forever I'm at a bar and no one has been interested in me... It's kinda refreshing, ya know? I don't want to be just an object of men's fantasies, I like being free." She whispers
(Kalliope is very chatty lol)
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Taryn gives a little smile
"Uh.. Yeah. Here, I'll put my number in your phone and you can put your number in mine" she says pulling out her phone
"Or I have a marker and I can just write it on your arm" she says jokingly
Kiki spins Bella around with a flourish. “Won’t you promise me, that you’ll never forget to keep dancing wherever we go next.”
Carissa grins brightly. “Okay. Ready, set, go!” They all start spinning at the same time.
(All good, my brain is always dead.) “I love you,” Cait says softly.
James shrugs. “I probably should’ve guessed that. I’m the same way but we’ve both had a lot to drink tonight, and she looks like she’s struggling a little bit. So I was a little concerned.”
Vara ignored the creepiness that the Grand Emperor just mentioned. In fact, she thought, I probably would have done the same thing. We may actually have quite a bit in common.
"Congratulations, Emperor," Vara said, "I take it that the war is going quite well then?"
The third journal seemed to detail the events of her training.
Training is tough, as I suspected, but I am doing well. Most of the other people here are some level of nobility. I also met the Prince, Ivan. He has been in training for a long time. It makes sense considering that he is going to be Royal Emperor someday. Similarly to his sister, Ivan seems to resent his father. Also similar to with his sister, I intend to get close to him. He will be going places, and I intend to go there with him.
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That was...surprisingly easy. It turns out that there is a massive benefit to being the only girl in a training center full of ambitious, wanting men. I didn't make any explicit moves, but I...implied. It seems that that was enough for him to drop his guard and trust me relatively quickly. It also helps that I have experience getting around the capital and working covertly under the noses of the military.
It turns out that Lemin (he goes by his mother's last name, seemingly to spite his father) is planning a rebellion. He plans to get some really loyal soldiers when he is in the military and overthrow his father. He needs me to be a double-agent, a spy, in the military. Very interesting.
I don't know if he will be able to succeed, but he is smart. He has worked out plans and weaknesses and already has some support in high places. I will do as he asks; I think that I can get a position in his new government. Number two on the throne, perhaps. But, I have contingencies. I will also be a double-agent for the Royal Emperor. Essentially, I am on both sides. If I play it right, I will win no matter what happens. Top general, perhaps, or nobility far beyond anything my father ever achieved.
Oh, that's another thing: I figured that it is best to hide my past. I stopped using my last name, I have just been going by "Vara". That way I can separate myself from the embarrassment, shame, and crimes of my father against the throne. There is no way for them to figure out who I am...except for these journals. I can't let anyone ever see these. I have a few hiding spots in mind where I can put them.
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At the end of the third and final journal of what Jonathan has, there was a short letter, added recently.
Dear Jonathan,
I have done something quite risky, more risky than anything I have ever done. If all goes well, all will be well. But, if it does not, I will likely be dead. If I die, I want someone to know why I have done everything that I have done. I had to fight for everything I got. Usually, I could not trust anyone besides myself. If I didn't do what I did, I would have died in a gutter in Fort Domination when I was but a child. I don't expect forgiveness for any of my actions, but I hope that you will understand. That is all I want if I die: to be understood.
Beyond that, I ask that you continue to help Eveline. She has a rough life. I was alone for much of my life, but she had to live with her worst enemy, her worst nightmare.
I wish you well, truly.
Till we meet again, whether in victory or the afterlife,
Vara
(Of course, I will deny any of this if you decide to make it public. Please don't.)
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