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The Emancipation of the working class will come at the cost of the blood of the Bourgeoisie.
Castryx, Leroadmin, and Caribbia
The Celebration of Liberty
The large flatscreen TV blared, as the intro to ABN, The Aatelisian Broadcasting Network, begins, showing off locations and historical monuments of the country before finally ABN appears on the screen, before fading. A news reporter organized some papers before placing them on the desk, and then looking at the camera.
“Good Morning Aatelisia, I’m Torsti Tähtinen, this is the ABN. Today, we celebrate the 75th Anniversary of the founding of the Republic. The city of Palatsinlinna is once again crowded, as a large parade has been organized by President Rasmus Talaka, as he enters his fifth and last year before reelection, as he as well celebrates a successful first term in office, with Conservative elements having to back President Talaka, else face pushback from a rising Socialist trend in the senate. “
The Camera changes, facing Torsti from his right side, with him turning in his chair to face the Camera. “Already, the parade had begun to make its way through the city toward the monument of liberty, which was built to celebrate a decade of liberty from the Monarchy, and to remember those who fell in the civil conflict that came before it. A large platform has already been built, with a crowd swelling around it and the monument as President Talaka begins to descend from the stairs of his presidential residen-”
The Tv flickers to a new channel, already in progress. The letters LNW were in the corner, with an overweight yet slightly built man clasping his hands to his head, seething. “PULL UP THE STREAM, MERI!” a feint “alright, Ale!” being heard in the background. A video comes onto the screen, with President Talaka walking down the stairs of the Presidential residency.
”look at him” Ale Joni said, his eyes being just barely seen, as the stream doesn’t cover the whole screen. “This man is the enemy. A Liberal, through and through!” Ale Joni’s voice began rising in anger. “He brought 6G to Aatelisia, dooming all our children and their children’s children! He helped work with the Socialists… Next thing you know, He’ll start telling people that the Kommunisti party should’ve won the civil war, a war that killed hundreds of thousands of Aatelisians in a senseless conflict! He and his liberal elite plan to run this country into the ground for another five years; We can’t allow that to happen! I DON’T WANT A DAMN LIB-”
The Tv cut back to ABN, where Talaka approached the podium, waving to the large crowd gathered before him. He checked the mic, before finally, talking. “The Citizens of Aatelisia! Today, we celebrate the 75th anniversary of the founding of this fair republic, a republic founded on the back of a senseless war fought between the nations of Lerodas in a drawn out stalemate leading us to nothing. A war backed by Tyrants and monarchs who controlled the lives of all citizens under the fist of Authority. But, we are free to vote for our leaders, vote for our policies, and vote for our liberty!”
The crowd cheered and clapped, Talaka obviously having had their support from the day he took office.
“Our Republic was founded in 171 MR, the foundation of our Modern Republic in the style of our fair friends in Tabariye, who inspired all of Lerodas to embrace liberty against tyranny. We have since become a nation of free thought in Estora, with our economy, technology, and culture being on par with the world. From a backwater monarchy who could not survive without authoritarianism, to a Democratic Republic thriving with liberty. As President of Aatelisia, with support from the senate and people of this brightest of countries, we celebrate our founding of the republic!”
The crowd roared, as they once more clapped and cheered for President Talaka, as trumpets and drums began to be played, aircraft flew overhead sending out the colors of the tricolor, and the grand event finally began.
The United Roman Reich, Atlexil, Tabariye, Ciezka, and 2 othersAravelo, and Desula
News and Politics: Part One
It was around nine o’clock when Prime Minister Varlik finished with his phone call. Mister Gulpinar was on a short leave of a few days from the regular business of managing the government of state, but even as he retreated to his private home at the coastal city of Iyiliman, the buzzing of his job was never far behind. Most of the morning was spent in a phone call with the minister of infrastructure. Mister Burakgazi had been up the night prior dealing with some sort of infrastructure disaster in the south, which the prime minister wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Apparently some bridge had collapsed, but it was severely out of date and nobody had died. Rather, Varlik was certain he understood from Minister Burakgazi that the bridge was in an incredibly remote and rural part of Tarbariye, and rarely even saw use at that.
He wasn’t sure to why the minister was bothering him at seven in the morning, but their conversation seemed to drag on endlessly as the prime minister resorted to doodling on a sheet of paper with his pen; a thought crossing his mind that made him feel like he was back in his early university days. Burakgazi felt that the prime minister’s rivals would use the collapse as some sort of propaganda, or ‘evidence of the deed,’ against him and attack him for the poor infrastructure. As the infrastructure minister put it, it would be a simple affair to extrapolate the collapse to other similar works in Tabariye, and criticize the prime minister as leading an austerity campaign that was destroying the national transit industries in the republic.
Varlik had to restrain himself from laughing. The matter was simply comical to him and he could scarcely think it seriously, imagining what would actually happen if the TPP and Shadi Aksoy actually went to the ballots raving about some bridge that might have well been made out of rotten wood for all the people cared. He brushed the matter aside and informed Burakgazi that it was his office’s responsibility to deal with such matters in the first place, and ended the phone call with instructions to the minister to speak with the local sancak’s authority and launch a minor investigation into the collapse.
Sighing and glancing at his watch, Varlik cursed under his breath as he realized the time. Rising from his desk he moved across the interior of the room and pulled the curtains on the windows, letting in a fresh breath of light into the dusky atmosphere that comprised his home office. Iyiliman was exactly as Varlik had left it a year prior when he moved to the capital to take up residence as the newly appointed prime minister. The fragrance of the sea, driven close to the shore by the shallowness of the Mandar Straits, was an aroma unique to the Tabar coast. He imagined that only fishermen experienced a sensation similar to it, although Iyiliman was mostly a tourist and port city now.
Pausing at the serving table, he thought for a moment about getting himself a drink from the serving table pushed against the windowed wall. Remembering that he had a dinner occasion later with his wife and some friends, he chose against it, shaking his right hand as he turned away. Standing in front of his desk he checked the clock again. Nine-o’-eight. He was going to his appointment if he didn’t stop daydreaming, so he turned and exited the room. Passing through the interior of his house he ignored the sounds of his children, instead turning towards the front door. Stopping there, he reached out at the coat rack and grabbed his sports jacket, and throwing it on looked back at his home for a moment before nodding to himself and heading out to his driver.
The United Roman Reich, Desula, and Southern cordor emettse
News and Politics: Part Two
Tapping her password at the door’s keyboard, Aygül muttered under her breath as she slid up her ID card and slid it through. The door emitted a satisfying click as the locking mechanism released, and in a hurry she passed through into the offices without a second thought. The newsroom headquarters of the TBN building was busy as always, and Aygül shifted into the crowds of the reception area. Officially the company was the Tabariye Broadcasting Network-Sanar Cable News Station (TBN-SCNS), but almost everyone referred to it as exclusively TBN since their side of the merger was the largest and most renown, and SCNS had fallen on hard times after the switch from traditional TV broadcasting to primarily internet-based services. The virtual switchover was not something every company could handle; Aygül understood the business pretty well, although she was just an interviewer and didn’t hold one of the regular anchor spotlights.
At least her interviews had an evening timeslot, giving her a lot of clout with the network and management generally took a lot of liberties in getting her decent interviews. Many of the other news companies seemed to paradoxically parade their journalists as heroes of the news media, and then proceeded to give them morning slots that barely anyone watched for longer than a few minutes before leaving for work. If you wanted to be a talking face, it was best to be in the evening. Otherwise it was the weather and car accident reports for you.
“Morning, Miss Tiryaki. Running late today?” The guard at the receptionist desk said, the middle-aged man smiling as he buzzed her by.
“Yeah. Overslept. Big day.” Aygül said in broken fragments, hurrying on by and not paying any attention to the ongoings around her. She pressed into an elevator and keyed in her floor, finally taking a breath and leaning against the back wall.
She considered for some time now moving on from the company. The pay was decent, the spotlight she was given was fair, but she wasn’t quite certain there was really any room for advancement. The most prestigious journalists ended up working for one of the major journal news companies. The newspaper medium had long faded in Tabariye to a mockery of its former self with only collectors and small rural holdouts still adhering to an ink-and-paper schedule, but the non-media conglomerate of news magazines and independent news services was certainly enticing. Aygül could almost imagine herself front page on the laminated pages, getting exclusive interviews with world leaders and Tabar politicians. Or perhaps she could even move into the weekend magazine glam scene and interview celebrities.
Reaching her floor, Aygül peeked around the offices for a second before exiting the elevator. Walking down the main hallway, she was almost to her own office before Ceyda stopped her.
“Hey, Beste! Beste! You’re almost running late, what gives?”
Aygül painfully shook her head. “I’ve had a rough start. Alarm didn’t work.”
“Wow of all days… today? That’s some bad luck if you ask me.”
“I don’t believe in bad omens.”
She pointed a finger, “But you do believe in bad interviews! Still, I can’t believe you’re gonna get an hour with Gulpinar. I’m actually pumped.”
“You’re not even the one doing it,” Aygül said with a coy smile, walking with her friend down the hall to her office. “I’m not that nervous though.”
“I guess not if you chose to sleep in.”
Aygül held her mouth open in mock injury before laughing at her words, the two women reaching the middle of the room where Aygül’s office was. Standing by the door, Ceyda looked at her for a moment before continuing.
“You know I hear he’s a tough one. Really good at walking all over people.”
“Well, I just won’t let him.” She responded, holding her binders across her waist.
“Right, well if you both walk against each other maybe you’ll reach the ceiling.”
Aygül smiled. “See ‘ya, Ceyda.”
“See ‘ya,” she said, her eyes expanding a bit as she added, “Oh, and like actually good luck though. Like for real, positive vibes going your way for this.”
“Thanks.”
The United Roman Reich and Desula
News and Politics: Part Three
Varlik exhaled loudly as he rested in the chair, leaning against the back cushion. He was almost tempted to twiddle his thumbs out of boredom, but he couldn’t be sure if the cameras were rolling and didn’t want to give them any free footage to run as stock. He glanced around the room, taking in the almost empty, soulless feel of it. Besides the chair he was sitting on, the room only had another chair across from him, a round mahogany table that seated his water bottle, and two leafy plants on both sides of the chairs. He imagined the plants were brought on sometime in the show’s lifespan to bring a little more life to the room; an artist, or manager, or corporate, or somebody, he figured, going on about how color balance was instrumental in retaining viewer counts.
He found that thought funny, since the same straw man in his mind was entirely fine with the color of the room. The same dark, maroon-like color that covered the walls and ceiling even coated the carpet, and the only signs of anything peering through were the cameras and studio lights peering out of holes in the roof.
”Oh no, no, the maroon floor is perfect! It’s got a real quality to it, a real warm and soft look that really brings out the color in people.” He imagined the man saying. ”We gotta keep it. Think about the intensity of the scene laid out in a dull and featureless office. But get rid of the table, yes, we need mahogany, not oak. That’ll throw off the entire scene!”
The prime minister prevented himself from chuckling so he didn’t look like a madman, instead gazing forward at the door just out of center shot.
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It was almost a company tradition to leave the interviewees waiting a few minutes. Aygül didn’t mind and she relented; she thought that the extra time in-between them arriving and being interviewed riled them up. The boredom led to impatience and they were always quite eager to get started and jump right into the meat of the topic at hand.
Pulling out a pocket mirror she went over her appearance once more, pulling a few stray hairs out of her face and readjusting her bun. She flicked the mirror shut and glanced over to the door beside here, where the recording equipment sat just behind a blacked out window to prevent reflection and light pollution in the recording room. Her bosses’ were there, she knew that, but the CEO himself was probably in attendance to watch the interview. It was such an extraordinary privilege that she was given, and one that TBN’s board was certainly prepared to take direct authority over.
Knowing that she had no more time to waste, Aygül held her head up straight and entered the recording room. The prime minister perked up almost immediately at the much needed stimulus, and the two shared a short smile as she claimed her seat across the table from him.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mister Gulpinar. Sorry for the wait.”
“It’s fine.”
She glanced at the cameras. “Are you ready to begin?”
“That’s why I’m here.” Varlik said with a nod.
Sitting just in front of Varlik, Aygül was finally able to get a decent look at the prime minister. The way the man looked on the big screens or the internet was much different than in person. She immediately noticed that he was a fairly okayish looking man for being in his fifties; his black hair was combed to a fine sheen, without a speck of gray to be seen.
A man over the speakers slowly counted down the time, Aygül listening to each digit as it passed over the loudspeaker before finally reaching zero. Showtime.
“Welcome back to TBN Tonight,” she started with the introduction spiel, “Tonight we have a very special guest: Prime Minister Varlik Gulpinar. Thank you for joining me, sir.”
“Ah, it’s my pleasure.” Varlik said, somewhat at odds with repeating himself again.
“Today we mark slightly over a year since the NJ’s have come to power in Tabariye. Mister Gulpinar, would you care to speak about your campaign? How did it feel to win on election night?”
“Relief. Happiness. Glory?” Varlik responded, shrugging his shoulders at the latter. “For a lot of my staff it was like finally seeing through your life’s work. It was almost surreal… a somber experience in some ways. I remember tears being shed, in happiness, of course. There was almost disbelief we won, though we were polling well the entire election year.”
Aygül nodded. “Some may remember during the campaign season that it was revealed that you were not the first choice for the National Justice Party. Demir Avci was. How did the news come to you that you were suddenly the face of the party? How did it feel?”
“Well…” Varlik said, buying for time. “Demir and I are friends, and when the election started to loom over the horizon he invited me over for dinner and told me his diagnosis.”
“Cancer?”
“Liver. He told me he felt he could not run. Not only would he not be able to serve Tabariye in the office for long, but he felt a civic duty at the time to step down and allow the party to nominate someone who could represent our constituents.”
Aygül leaned forward. “But how did you feel? One moment you’re a MP and then next you’re in the driver seat.”
“Yes, it was a very strange feeling at first. Nobody as a kid ever wakes up and says, ‘One day I will be the prime minister,’ at least realistically speaking. I never thought I would be, then suddenly there I was, coming out on debate stages and speaking to the tabloids. Surreal. That’s the only way I can put it.”
“There’s some indications that TPP’s campaign felt differently at the time, that they were stacking cards and putting someone inexperienced in a position of authority.”
“Look,” he said with a frown, “Since I have been prime minister the national debt has been reduced. National Justice has overseen one of the largest GDP per capita—that’s our average wealth per citizen—increases in the past ten years. People have more money, they’re spending more money. They’re happy with National Justice.” He looked directly into Aygül eyes, a clear facade of determination as he continued. “I don’t care what Aksoy or his people try and run against me… the facts show what’s what… and the facts show that National Justice has been good for Tabariye.”
“All about the facts, huh?”
“That’s why I’m in the business of government,” he said with a smirk, letting her fill in the rest of the insinuation herself.
She nodded for a moment, letting the air cool before switching over to her next topic.
“Now the next question is lined up from one of our viewers. The Kizikale Bridge collapse. What’s your cabinet's response to allegations of poor funding and rural mismanagement?”
Varlik looked down at the floor, resisting every fiber of his being that wanted to burst out in an exasperated laugh.
The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, Ciezka, Aravelo, and 1 otherDesula
A New Monarch, a New Era
Alcoles Palace, Visiedo
Timid footsteps were echoing across the emptiness of the palace. The staff of the palace were quietly preparing the palace for the eventual passing of King Oliver IV. The Estate Manager had entrusted that the staff remained tight-lipped about the whole affair as he wanted to have the royal family have their privacy. The least they could do for them in all honesty. The entire family were gathered in his room and made sure he was not alone in his final breath. Oliver was breathing heavily before coughing again as Ana Maria, his daughter and heir to the throne sat beside him and was using a cloth to wipe the phelgm from his mouth.
"Let it out papa. No use fighting it." Her voice trembling as she fought back tears clouding her vision as Oliver coughed harshly before he regained his composure seconds later. The elderly patriarch of the House of Vaquero breathed slowly as he looked at his children and grandchildren with a soft smile.
"Hush mija. I will be alright." Smiling at her despite his predicament, the King was known to be very happy no matter what state he was in, and it was infectious. "I'm worried about you though." He said as held her hands with what little strength he had left, it was pitiful really. Ana could only control her emotions so long even as tears continued to flow down her cheeks, staining her skin. She was biting her lips in attempt to hold back the growing tide of grief that will eventually take hold
"P-Papa... You s-shouldn't w-w-worry about me. A-A-All o-o-of us..." She couldn't finish her words as sniffed hard as she looked over as if trying to see something beyond the marble walls. Oliver sensed her daughter's emotions overwhelming her rationale.
"Mija... Listen to me..." He said weakly as he tried to pry to the family ring from his right thumb, but was struggling. Ana gingerly took the ring and her father clasped his both his hands on hers that had the ring. "You... are the future Queen of our... realm." He breathed slowly but was shallow. "Arevalo will need your guidance. Do not fail them." He said as he coughed harder as Ana rubbed her hand against his face soothingly.
"But what if I do? What if I become a failure to our realm?" She said as she looked down and was trembling as she hugged him tightly. The King only responded with a light chuckle.
"You are a Vaquero, Ana Maria. The House of Vaquero is the heart of the nation. Even though our power has greatly diminished over time, we have created a wonderful nation even when we are in a time where monarchies are outdated. Do not forget that." He said as he breathed sharply. "I love you all, my dear children.... I'm coming home Estela..." Saying as he looked up to the ceiling before expelling his dying breath. The entire room gave into grief as Ana Maria gripped her father's hand before letting him go. She stood up before composing herself after wiping her face of her tears. She walked out of the room where the King's Private Secretary stood outside the door, he bowed deeply with his right hand over his heart.
"My deepest condolences, my Princess. Shall I begin to notify the following parties of his departure?" He spoke in a solemn voice and patiently waited for Ana to reply back to her.
"Yes, Antonio. Please notify them right away of his passing. And prepare the car for immediate departure to Hector Memorial Presidium." She said as she walked down the hallways, as the servants bowed in respect and went back to their duties right after she walked past them.
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CWN Breaking News
Soft sombre classical music plays with a portrait of King Oliver IV in his regal uniform
181MR - 246MR (Reign: 221MR-246MR)
A middle age man, sat in a black suit and tie with a the lapel pin of the national flag sat in front of three cameras in the anchorroom.
"Welcome to the Commonwealth News Channel, Commonwealth News, the war and peace report. I'm Ferran Zapatero. Last night, His Majesty King Oliver IV has died due to his long battle with 4th stage pancreatic cancer. King Oliver was known to be a compassionate king who pledged his life to the service of the Commonwealth. He was well known for his smile and niceness that warmed the hearts of his subjects. The only monarch who has the shortest reign of only twenty-five years. He was sixty-five years old. We go live to field reporter Consuela Mesonero. Consuela, what is the reaction of the citizens of Visiedo?" Ferran asked in a serious tone. While the camera is panning over the palace grounds, millions of people are somberly walking towards the gates of Alcoles Palace leaving tons of scarlet red roses as a token of their mourning. Citizens grieving over their beloved king.
"Ferran, the entire city is in complete mourning over the loss of our beloved King. As you can see, millions of the king's favorite roses, stuffed animals, and tribute posters are littering outside the palace gates. So much that it has completely cover the ground and iron fence. While his reign may be short but overseen the rennovation and complete overhaul of our education and healthcare system. Something that the King held firmly in his heart that should benefit for all citizens of the Commonwealth." Consuela said as her voice was slightly shaking, grieving as well.
"That is so true, Consuela as the King advised Prime Minister Imran on pushing for universal healthcare and better funding for our schools. He was truly a champion of the people. Consuela do you have any news on the Crown Princess?" He asked as he crossed some lines out of his papers.
"Yes Ferran. We got word that she just left the Hector Memorial Presidium as she was meeting with the Accession Council to plan out her coronation day. So far we have little details of when that would be but we predict that it would be two weeks until after the state funeral. We will keep everyone posted as I will be still staying outside Alcoles Palace. Back to you Ferran." She said as stood their vigilantly before it went back to Ferran.
"Thank you Consuela. That is all that we have for now, we will keep you posted on future events for the recent passing of His Majesty, King Oliver IV. This is CWN, I'm Ferran Zapatero."
A montage of pictures depicting Oliver over his reign while somber music plays.
OOC: Hey guys this is Aus here for clarification.
Spiritualiza, The United Roman Reich, Tabariye, Ciezka, and 1 otherDesula
25 Years of Peace?
Ciezka Founding
“Is it live? Oh- oh! Hello, and thank you for choosing TCN, I’m Andrzej Szymański, and we’re here at Tzcensk this evening where, as you can see there’s much commotion about that of the 25th anniversary of our Republic, but as you can see here,” He said, as he stepped towards his right, “many protesters have come out in force, angry over the recent election of Elżbieta Kowalczyk, and her new policy towards immigration.” He said, as he walked past many protestors, all shouting over the lack of Ciezkan rights.
“Sir- sir would you like to answer a few questions-“ He asked towards a protestor, and his fellow friends
“Oh I’ll answer a few questions!” Yelled a protestor, his face covered by a red and green mask, the symbol of the CFA crudely drawn onto its lower cheek, “This b*tch, Elżbieta is barely even Ciezkan, and her election into the presidency is a big hoax! It’s the damned Odovasnan’s who are voting these anti-ciezkan, corrupt politicians into our country’s government! Sh*t gonna change ‘round here, I swear!” He yelled, before jumping back into the protest.
“You heard it here folks, sh*t gonna change.” The reporter chuckled, “Yes, well our friend here didn’t speak as delicately as one would hope, but many people here in Tzcensk, and the whole of Ciezka do agree on many of the things being protested here tonight, but not all.” He said, as he began to jog towards a large fence.
“Captain Grabowski! What do you have to say on tonight’s protests? Do you agree with what many here are calling a hoaxed election? What are your opinions on the Odovasna crisis?” He said, pushing the mic towards the Captain.
“Please no cameras.”
“Sir- sir please, I’m with TC-“
“I don’t give a damn who you are with, I’m very busy, as you and your team can see. Please address all your questions towards Lieutenant Malinowski.” He said, ignoring the mic.
“Lieutenant! What do you have to comment on the occurring protest before us tonight?” He asked, shoving the mic into the younger officer’s face.
“The Protestors are protesting illegally without authorization by the local committee, and they’ve already severely injured multiple officers this evening with projectiles.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Officer.” He said, “What is your comment on the protest itself?”
“I already said it’s illegal and has no actual ground to back. It’s a bunch of Nationalist radicals who just didn’t have any other plans tonight, so they decided to go out and cause trouble. This stuff happens every year. I saw it last year, and the year before that, and nothing ever happens. All it does is just damage local stores and businesses, and just causes unneeded unrest.” He said, turning slightly, as a can flew by their head.
“Who threw that!”
“Down with the CFA!” Yelled the protestors, as more cans began to be thrown.
“Lieutenant I have a few more comments on your statements-“
“Please step back from the fence!” Blared a voice from an intercom. “You will not be warned again!”
“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to step back, and put away the camera now!” The Lieutenant shouted, as the protestors drew closer.
“But sir-“
“Captain!” Yelled the Lieutenant, as he stepped towards him.
“This has grown out of control! Fire up the hoses!” He yelled, as multiple officers ran up with hoses towards the fence.
“Step away from the fence now! We will use force!” Yelled the Captain from the intercom, as the protestors now began to push at the fence.
“I’m Andrzej Szymański once again, and as you can see the protestors are now at the barricade setup by the local police. The protestors have been warned twice now to step back, and no such action has taken pla- holy f*ckin-“ He spat, as hoses began to blast high pressured water towards the crowd, some directly into protestors.
Hundreds began to slowly step back, while others were thrown to the ground by the sheer force of the water. “You see it here first, and live! The Officers have now began to hose down protestors, and it appears riot control officers are being brought towards the barricade!”
“Turn the cameras off now!” Yelled an officer, as he hopped over the fence.
“I’m with TCN, we have the right to rec-“
“Turn off now before I confine you!”
“Sir- sir pleas-“
Another Officer smacked the camera to the pavement, before another pushed the reporter to the floor.
“I have rights!” Yelled the reporter as he kicked and struggled to stand up.
“You were warned! Gustaw turned that f*cking camera off already, and confine his team!”
“Hey! Hey get off of me! Hey that’s my pro-“
Live Stream Ended
The United Roman Reich, Tabariye, Aravelo, and Desula
Bureaucracy: Part I
Snow blew by the windows of a train, appearing to be in as much of a hurry as the train’s occupants. Inside, Theodore Townsend anxiously gripped the handrail as the train sped to the center of the capital city of the Councilship. The previous night was a sleepless one, and he had not gotten the chance to see the news as a result. Normally, this would not bother Theodore. He had spent the evening watching his daughter’s dance recital. However, the previous evening saw the inauguration of the new Directorial Council. For a man in Theodore’s line of work, knowing exactly what happened during the inauguration was absolutely critical. The Oversight Administration lived and died by the devils in the details: archives were made, kept, and guarded of every major event in the government, down to the outfits, first drafts of long-forgotten speeches, courtroom outbursts, and vetoed lines in trivial legislation. The Oversight Administration’s archives would tell you, for example, both that there was a Director of the Interior that killed herself with a decorative sword, and that the autopsy report showed that she had to make several attempts to actually jab it into herself after searching for quite some time for a proper sword to do the job. That particular case was now more remembered by schoolchildren learning history than by the general public, and the details were more remembered by online conspiracy theorists than anyone else, but Theodore relished in the obscure details like many of his colleagues. Their job was to remember what the public forgot, in the event that one day a public official would shirk their duty and be tried. Remembering this, fear sunk into Theodore’s heart: he had shirked his duty. Would he be tried?
He looked out the window of the train to see the skyscrapers glistening in the light of the rising sun. Centraelis looked like a hopeful, energetic city in the morning. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone. It rang four times before the desk secretary answered.
“Oversight Administration of Celoniae, Judy Moore speaking. This is an official line that may be monitored.” said a cheerful voice on the other end.
“Hey, Judy. Could you tell David to email the file for the inauguration to me? I just want to make sure I didn’t miss anything.” said Theodore, with a sigh.
“Your name?” said Judy, in that same chirpy voice.
“Townsend. Should be on the registry for the third floor, Department of the Interior.” said Theodore robotically.
“Townsend, let me check for that…” said Judy, still speaking as if hearing Theodore’s name was the best news she had ever received.
“Thank you.” said Theodore, trying to hide his annoyance.
“Let’s see, Mr Townsend, I have records for you working for us in that department, could you give me your badge number?” said Judy.
Theodore sighed heavily, rifling around in his pockets and fearing the worst.
“Are you alright, Mr Townsend?” asked Judy, finally seeming to feel an emotion other than joy.
Theodore sighed once again. “My son, Jeff, he likes to play Cops and Robbers with the other children at school, and a few days ago I let him borrow my badge so he could look more like a policeman. I have a spare in my office- if you send someone to my desk, it’s in the center drawer under the photo of my wife.”
“Mr Townsend, you know possession of personal effects within your desk and unauthorized distribution of security materials are both forbidden under Oversight Administration Code T95B, subsections 31 and 45, right?” said Judy, returning to her original, gratingly cheerful tone.
“There she is, Judy Moore, attorney at law. Listen, could you just send the file?” asked Theodore, as the train slowed down. He was running out of time.
Judy chucked. In the background, Theodore could hear the clicking of a keyboard. Judy started humming. “Of course she’d hum.” thought Theodore, wondering what was taking so long.
“Alright, Mr Townsend, I’ve checked for that file. You said your coworker’s name was David, right? We don’t have records for the surname David.” said Judy, stumped.
“No, no, Judy-” began Theodore.
“Yes, that’s me, but what about your coworker?” interjected Judy, cheerful as ever.
Theodore sighed as the train doors opened. “Listen, Ms Moore, I was using his first name. We’re old friends, David Freeman and I. Look for Freeman, also on the third floor, Department of the Interior.”
“I’m hearing commotion around you, Mr Townsend, are you in a secure environment?” asked Judy.
Theodore took a deep breath and thought of his children. That was all that kept him from snapping at her. “Judy, I’m getting off the train. I’m almost at the office. We aren’t discussing anything sensitive here, I’m just asking for the files to be sent to my computer.”
“Mr Townsend, I’m already breaking the rules for you. I’ve found your friend Mr Freeman, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to discuss more of this until you’re here in person or until you can call back in a secure environment, as per Oversight Administration Code A41C subsection 4.” said Judy, now mixing her trademark cheerfulness with motherly condescension.
“Judy-”
click.
Theodore’s blood boiled. He mentally imitated his mother: “Get a government job, she said. It has good job security and a great reputation, she said. The pay is excellent for what work you’ll do.” She never mentioned that the real work was putting up with the bureaucracy, coworkers, and red tape.
The United Roman Reich, Tabariye, Aravelo, and Desula
To protect and serve
The news of the 75th anniversary of the Republic wasn’t simply supported by everyone in the country. Many groups, especially those with no representatives in government, have begun their own protests, against President Talaka, the senate, or simply the government itself. If such protests got out of hand, a riot could spring up, which could risk the lives of many of those participating in the parades. The police department of Palatsinlinna was already prepared for such a possibility, having already helped protect the parades. Now, with the protestors gathered at key areas, they could react quickly to isolate them until the event’s over.
A dozen odd officers stood around a large table, with police chief Kaapro Lehtinen pulling up a large digital map of the city on it. “I don’t think I need to tell you why people are protesting this event. With the current president being from Vapausjuhlat, anarchists and socialists have seen it reason to protest the policies he’s put in place; as if receiving popular support from the people of Aatelisia doesn’t account for anything.”
“The only thing worse than a boot licker is an anarchist.” a faint remark was heard amongst the officers.
“Our department has been tasked with securing the roads to and from the courthouse. Twenty officers will be brought to the courthouse, where a few officers have already begun trying to keep order and redirecting cars around the courthouse.”
“Twenty officers!? We couldn’t hold a street with just twenty!” another faint remark was heard from among them.
“Twenty officers may not seem like a lot to block off six different roads to the courthouse, but, this is all we have available, what with other stations blocking off protests, and making sure the parade doesn’t itself implode. We’ll be bringing 20 squad cars to help exaggerate our numbers a bit. You will park them around those six roads, and watch the streets from outside them. Keep in contact with your fellow officers, we don’t want any squad to go quiet on us during this.”
The Police chief then marked three points on the map, north, west, and south of the courthouse. “If things get dangerous, you’ll be tasked with regrouping at the nearest point marked on the maps. There’ll be three police trucks loaded with smoke and gas rounds, their launchers, as well as riot gear. As well as this, they’re all equipped with beanbag shotguns as well, Though your squad cars should have them too. If you sense any major escalation in the protests, you regroup immediately. Understand?”
Nods and “yes, chief.” were heard among the officers around the table.
“Alright then. Organize any officers on stand-by to the station and get them in their cars. We need to make sure to be there before anything blows up beforehand as well. If the Protest disperses, we’re tasked with immediately heading over to the National Museum. Department next door supposedly has had trouble with a large crowd gathered around the steps of the entrance, and is refusing to allow anyone into the building on the grounds of the building celebrating “radical National identity,” whatever that means in context for a national museum. Oh, and make sure if you’re approached by anyone that you have your video camera active. Anyhow, move it! We don’t have time to burn.”
The officers began moving frantically, getting into each patrol car and then heading down the road, before splitting off to their objective. Getting out of their vehicles, they began to station themselves on the corners of the roads leading directly to the courthouse, as ready as they can be if the protest turns violent.
The United Roman Reich, Tabariye, Aravelo, and Desula
The right to protest
The protest around the courthouse seemed pretty passive, with only shouting and certain groups playing anarchist or socialist themes. Some were even simply having lunch in the courthouse park, since the day was surprisingly nice this time of year.
The ABN intro played, before the camera turned onto a reporter, who was at the courthouse. “Good afternoon Aatelisia, I’m Katri Mäkinen, and today, we bring you to a massive protest orchestrated by fringe Anarchist and Socialist groups to attempt to bring down the 75th anniversary of the founding of the republic, an unprecedented move with this sort of size or unrest.”
The video switched over to static scenes of Anarchist and Socialist protesters talking in their small groups and walking around the courthouse, with Katri talking over it. “The Protesters began to arrive early on in the morning, after a month of active planning for this very moment. Whilst the protests have not yet turned violent, police forces have stationed themselves in key positions around the roads leading the courthouse.” the camera then pans over to two officers, standing next to a turn on the road.
The video then goes back to Katri. “Viljo Koskinen, a self-proclaimed anarchist and organizer of the event, is here today to shed some light on why the protest was organized, and most importantly, why today of all days?”
The Camera cuts to Viljo, a man in a black hood with the hood up, and a black bandana covering his mouth. “Well, for why the protest was organized, it was in opposition to the central government, and most importantly Talaka attempting to establish a police state with his VTJ buddies watching his back. And why today of all days… well, it's the 75th anniversary of the republic, and we’re anarchists. I don’t know a better day if I could find one!”
“Do you have any support for the protest if it turns violent?” Katri said, just off camera to Viljo.
“... No, I’m a pacifist.”
“An anarchist pacifist?”
“Yes.” Viljo nodded his head.
“How can an anarchist be a pacifist?”
“What do you mean?”
“With an anarchy, a lack of government means you must defend yourself in all situations.”
“Well, yes, but I’m not exactly about to start advocating for us all ganging up on the police, even if they’re everything I detest. And an anarchy does not exactly mean going on your own either.”
Katri shuffled around some notes. “Moving a bit, what’s your opinion of the Socialist groups that are also partaking in the event?”
“Well, they’re standing against tyranny just as us, so I see no harm in them partaking in the event, just as any other person who sees the event going on. We might not agree on the future of Aatelisia, but we can agree that Talaka is sucking up to a bunch of Capitalist money pinchers and the idea of surveillance on all streets of the country. He actively harms the rights of every person in the nation, and attempts to celebrate it for his own political gains!”
“Definitely sounds like something an Anarchist would say.”
Viljo’s smile was detectable even under his bandana. “If you have a problem with it you can tell Mr. Talaka to put a bit more money in ABN’s pocket, why don’t you?”
Katri audibly gasped. “ABN is a apolitical news network with no ties to any party in the Aatelisian Government!”
“Yeah, and i’m an apolitical anarchist.” Viljo turned halfway around before turning his head to the camera. “We’re done here, Katri.” he walked back into his group, with the camera following him.
The camera then turned to Katri. “I’ve been Katri Mäkinen, and this has been ABN news.”
The United Roman Reich, Tabariye, Ciezka, and Desula
25 year Anniversary of the birth of the Nationalist Union
*National Victory Day was designated by Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin in the year 221MR, shortly after the last remaining communists had surrendered in the Lyzan Capital of Zynscow to Nationlist forces. The Nationalist Revolution against the communist government and their military forces had lasted for a total of 15 years. Victory Day is when the Lyzan people of the Nationalist Union look back at the atrocities committed by communism, socialism or anything else relating to the left. It is also a time for all Lyzans to remember the millions who died under the blood-stained communist rule of Nikoli Vurschson and his successors.*
Part I:
The night was peculiarly bright and beautiful. The scene was eerie but yet reassuring. The moon stood still glistening hovered along with the clouds above the stadium, which had amassed a crowd of tens of thousands of passionate and loving Lyzans, who had travelled all corners of the Union to get a chance to catch a glimpse of the Supreme Chancellor. The great crowd constantly waved their flags and banners in patriotic and nationalistic spirit. The scene was patriotic and majestic as Lyzan insignias were hanging above the stadium and the masses were singing traditional Lyzan songs.
On the left side of the magnificent stadium, thousands of Lyzan Youth children and teenagers of various ages(7-19) who are the bearers of Spiritualiza’s were perfectly aligned in columns. Wearing ceremonial black uniforms, which featured the badges they have earned and in addition to holding and playing their musical instruments, keeping the crowd alive and active until the Supreme Chancellor reveals himself. Directly across from the Lyzan Youth was a mixture of Lyzan military forces, senior party members and members of the Supreme Chancellor’s inner circle. All wearing their respective finely polished white uniforms and holding and waving various flags and symbols that represent the Lyzan Nationalist ideology.
Then suddenly....everything had stopped once five Lyzan jet fighters had flown across the well lightened stadium in amazing speed. Leaving the masses and others in attendance in awe. At last Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin had finally revealed himself from the hallway.
The masses erupted in loud cheers and amazement while the Lyzan Youth played their finely tuned instruments of joy and happiness. It was such a glorious sight for the Lyzan people as they placed their eyes on the man who changed the course of their nation for the greater good. Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin exchanging hand waves , handshakes, and salutes walked down a wide aisle in the heart of the stadium flanked on all sides by gigantic formations of the Lyzan Youth and members of the party, military, and inner circle.
Finally reaching the podium , which had the Lyzan Nucleus in the front of it, behind the Chancellor was a humongous golden Lyzan bald eagle. Laws did not rule the Nationalist Union but signs and symbols did which only empowered the Lyzan people. After 25 years of isolationism, Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin would introduce himself to the world.
The Supreme Chancellor kicked the ceremonies off by issuing a prayer and an international speech. During the prayer session, he genuinely thanked the Most High for giving the Nationalists the will , spirit and assistance in ousting off the communists from the Spiritland and reinstating a free and patriotic state based on God , Family Values and High Morals. The speech then began with Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin reaffirming the stance of the Lyzan people, who are firmly and willing to fight for the preservation of the Nationalist Union and its existence. In addition gave his thoughts and prayers for those around the world living under communist oppression as well.
Continuation
PART II:
And there he was standing firmly tall without any kind of hunch in his back...despite ruling the nation for 25 glorious years strong and proud. The masses were chanting and screaming his name in awe and amazement as if it was a once in a lifetime event. Obviously Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin wasn't anything like the previous leaders of Spiritualiza who were nothing more than mass murdering communists. He didn't look menacing or intimidating...He looked more of a handsome , calm and collected leader. In addition he wasn't wearing any special ceremonial uniform like his predecessors had done to only boost and inflate their egos upon the former oppressed Lyzan people. He was wearing a casual brown suit with a Lyzan Nucleus pin on it.
Once the crowd had finally settled down, the Supreme Chancellor in a charismatic and Vehement tone says,
"My goodness, 'O how beautiful is our beloved Nationalist Union...Beautiful and splendid! When I look up and gaze upon OUR people, I know....I know that the struggles of our past and future generations shall not be in vain!!!! There will always be a new generation of youth..in this stadium, city, and nation! We shall witness new and prosperous generations of Lyzans!! And they will be more beautiful and vigorous and they shall inspire greater hope for the future in the hearts of the living! I am a dreamer! You...my comrades are dreamers!!! Dreams do indeed come true..look at us now my fellow Lyzans. For fifteen years we had struggled and fought against the communists for control of our Spiritland. We soon shall develop a utopia for ourselves because we have refused the ways of the left! We have always believed in Spiritualiza and in the rise of the Nationalist Union."
***masses abruptly applaused***
”FOR FIFTEEN YEARS !! This communist propaganda was directly used against us , my old party comrades you remember this old propaganda !! The same words with the same dialect !!! With God’s will WE finished those people off as an lone-unknown force. IN FIFTEEN YEARS we FINISHED these people off AND today Spiritualiza is a Nationalist Union !! Many years ago my comrades(Lyzan people) and I realized that no understanding was possible between us and the communists.”
”The rights and well being of 52 million people were up for discussion at the time. Not for a Party or Movement !! For WHO AM I ?? I WAS AND AM THE SPEAKER OF YOUR RIGHTS ! God and the Lyzan people had vested their trust in me and I had proven myself worthy of their trust.”
”I WISH TO STAND UP IN HONOR BEFORE THE PAST AND FUTURE AND WITH ME THE LYZAN PEOPLE HELD THEIR OWN !! THE GENERATION OF TODAY WAS THE BEARER OF SPIRITUALIZA’S FATE , SPIRITUALIZA’S FUTURE OR IT’S DOWNFALL !!
”Our communist foes were already crying out loud Spiritualiza belonged to them ! While we only answered with SPIRITUALIZA SHALL LIVE AND BE FREE!! And hence the Nationalist Union had been victorious!
***crowd applaused***
”In 201MR the communist barbarians had finally dropped their masks , despite all of our attempts/advances at peaceful negotiations and protests on that day of the great massacre they finally admitted that they wanted WAR !! At the time it was shown that we could of reached an agreement or understanding but the commies didn’t want that. THEY WANTED WAR !! I HELD MY HAND OUT IN PEACE AND COOPERATION TO THEM BUT THEY ALSO REFUSED IT !!
THEY ALSO CRIED OUT NO RECONCILIATION ! NO UNDERSTANDING !! ONLY WAR !!! WELL THEY GOT THEIR WAR !!!! AND WE CAME OUT VICTORIOUS”
***crowds erupts in an avalanche of cheers , chants , flag waving and hand gestures***
"My fellow Lyzans we don't live and fight for ideologies, political parties, or wealth. NO! We live and fight for the Lyzan people! For the continuation of its existence. As I accepted being the Supreme Chancellor of the Nationalist Union for my peoples' sake alone! We shall defend our nation or die trying! As long as the Spiritualiza lives on, we win in the end!
"LONG LIVE OUR MOVEMENT! LONG LIVE THE LYZAN PEOPLE!! AND LOVE LIVE THE NATIONALIST UNION !!!
Crowd chants"Yosef ! Yoosef !! Yooosef !!!
The end of the ceremony then began with the Nationalist Army showing off its latest tactics and formations. Show after show, the Supreme Chancellor and the masses applauded the Army and its efforts in protecting the dignity of the Lyzan nation and doing whatever it can to protect and serve the Nationalist Union under the principles of Militarism Nationalism. People can be seen shouting slogans wishing the Nationalist Union Party well and giving their blessings to Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin.
Lyzan News:
After 7 years of sitting dormant next to our glorious Nationalist Union’s doorstep. The Nomadic peaceful tribes of Slavs who called their nation “Khurk” can truly call themselves Lyzans within the next year when the landlocked country is formally incorporated into the Nationalist Union as its third administrative zone. The integration of Khurk with the Nationalist Union of Spiritualiza or what locals in Khurk call "reunification" of the Slavic peoples will be considered one Spiritualia’s greatest achievements since the defeat of the communists in the 15 year long civil war.
While the integration may not seem significant to many due to Khurk’s “small” size, it will be the first time that the Nationalist Union had acquired territory without firing a single shot. Prior to this event as mentioned before the Nationalist Union had fought with the communists for land in a brutal 15 year civil war. Today the Spiritland attempts to expand territory to improve its economy and gain access to more land and resources.
From 239MR to 246MR Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin had sat down and reasonably negotiated with Khurk leader Berklov to discuss Khurk’s integration into the Nationalist Union.
Finally, the two leaders crafted an agreement that has turned integration into reality.
By sealing the deal peacefully, Yosef and Berklov hope they have boosted international confidence in Spiritualiza’s ability to pursue a diplomatic approach in resolving territory-related issues.
The Lyzan National Assembly with the approval of the Supreme Chancellor plan to pass the “Integration of Khurk Act”. It's purpose is to build and modernize Khurk infrastructure. National funding the The integration Act would see mass construction projects to upgrade much of the nation's sagging infrastructure, providing proper utilities, a revamped education system and creating a much more efficient and widespread transportation system.
The jobless are to immediately be put to work in extensive public-works projects and in rapidly multiplying armaments factories. New citizens are to be swept up in this orderly, intensely purposeful mass movement bent on restoring the dignity of the Slavs people. Also new citizens will be indoctrinated into the Lyzan way of life and political thinking.
Here’s what our Supreme Chancellor had to say:
”I know......I am completely aware that we haven’t been active on the international stage until now. We usually remained focused on our Nationalist Union and our isolationist ways but I think this is a tremendous thing for the Spiritland and the people of Khurk but ultimately whether it was a good or bad thing is up for you(Lyzan people) to decide. The world is constantly changing around us my fellow comrades and I want the Lyzan people to know I want to expand and indoctrinate our beliefs to the outside world.”
"Remember.....remember...and I can't stress this enough....remember my fellow Lyzans, the most important possession in this world is OUR OWN PEOPLE! For without your own people we can no longer identify ourselves as Lyzan. Protect the 'Lizan nuclear family, as long as it lives the hearts and minds of this people can never be broken!”
” For I cannot divest myself the faith I have in our Nationalist Union , cannot disassociate myself from conviction that this nation shall rise and become active! Cannot divorce myself from the love and passion I have for my nation, our Spiritland. In my heart and soul, I hold the firm belief that the hour shall come, when those who may condemn us will join our ranks and celebrate with us for what we are about to create and what we are creating for the future’s future, A STRONG AND PROUD Nationalist Union ! of GOD-LOVING,
GREATNESS, of STRENGTH, of HONOR, and JUSTICE!!
***Broadcast ends***
Death of a Leader, Birth of a Leader
Usalabad, Special Administrative Area, Ibasi
Not all mourned in the country, with the death of the nation’s founder and leader. Some men were busy at work, unable to take part in the mandatory holiday set in place to honor the legendary Iman Usalu. No, instead they were shut away from the funerary festivities and mourning ceremonies.
With the sudden death of the man who had guided the nation for fifty years, there was now a hole at the top of the government, and many men and women in it wondering how it was going to be filled lest the republics of the West smell weakness and attack.
“We could jumpstart a party election, declare an emergency national election to make the decision.” Jabari Aguta said, pacing from side to side as the other government members in the room all sat in chairs.
Tuma Dogo, the Ibasan Communist Party Leader and the oldest person in the room, smirked. “The conservatives in the party would never allow it, there has not been an emergency election in the last fifty years, nor have the elections ever fallen in any month outside of September. They would see the sun pulled down from the sky before they allowed something like that to happen! If you want an election you must wait until then.”
Zuberi Obi leaned back in his chair, smoking a cigar. Unlike the others in the room, Zuberi was dressed in uniform. He was the highest ranking general of the armed forces, representing the collective armed forces of the state.
“We can’t wait four months for an election, if we don’t act quickly then it would be mere minutes before the likes of Aatelisia and Tabariye are busting down our doors to make Ibasi one of their capitalist ‘democracies’ and have their corporation exploit our lands like the old empire’s did long ago!” Zuberi paused, to take another puff from his cigar, “I admire your idealism Jabari, but the situation does not permit electoral process! We must appoint an emergency leader for the time being until such time that an election is possible; additionally, appointing a temporary Premier will give the Party time to make selections for a more permanent one.”
“Then that raises the question of who we would appoint!” Mbali Ọyáwálé said, looking up from her tablet device, she was the head of the State Intelligence Agency. “There are unfortunately no major frontrunners in the Party and Premier Iman did not specify a successor he preferred before his death. It is also likely whoever we appoint would automatically become that frontrunner, regardless of party membership or otherwise.”
Tuma shook his head in agreement, before taking a sip of whisky, “The party at the moment is balanced, there have been no major disruptions to its composition recently to suggest any one faction making a push for state leadership. Even I could be appointed without the party descending into chaos.”
“Well as soon as the people are done with their mourning, they will wonder why the government apparatus has not chosen a new interim leader as will the capitalist pigs as well! A selection is necessary, regardless; we do not have time for a long debate!” Zuberi explained, making various pointing gestures with his cigar as he spoke.
“If you are wanting to be hasty, General, why don’t you volunteer to be premier?” Tuma asked sarcastically.
Mbali immediately protested, not waiting for Zuberi to react, “That would seem a military coup to the Capitalists, they would seek immediate intervention because of our ‘destabilization’. The military cannot push forward a frontrunner, the interim premier must be a civilian to best maximize our international diplomatic position.”
Tuma raised an eyebrow, “Then you Ms. Ọyáwálé?”
“The world would see her as a snake in the grass slithering upwards toward them! The head of the Intelligence Agency would be a red flag for all states who pay us heed! It would provoke considerable disdain, additionally, the people would be considerable weary of such a decision!” Zuberi fired backed.
“Mr. Aguta, what is your position in this government?” Tuma asked as he poured himself more whisky.
Jabari was confused, “I’m the appointed Municipal Governor of Usalabad.”
“Have you served in the military? And are you currently in it?” Tuma asked, his eyes on the young man.
“I served my mandatory two, and no, I chose not to continue service after that time. I joined the party and then some years later got my current position. You know this, sir.”
“Ms. Ọyáwálé? General Obi? Your thoughts on Mr. Aguta?” Tuma asked, switching his attention to the other two Ibasan uppers.
Zuberi and Mbali both took a moment to contemplate the question, and consider what they had been asked by the party leader before both agreeing and silently affirming Tuma.
“Then we have selected our interim premier, you should feel honored Mr. Aguta.” Tuma declared.
Jabari began to protest the decision, but Tuma cut him off, “You should feel honored to have the position, to represent and uphold Iman Usalu’s revolution to the world, even if for a short time! Accept the position with grace and honor, like any Ibasan revolutionary of old, you should be like a lion protecting his pride!”
Jabari nodding in understanding and agreement, wondering what this meant for his future in both the world and Ibasi. He was now the Premier, the Leader of the State, the Leader of Ibasi; bringing the nation to the future.
The United Roman Reich, Ciezka, and Aravelo
A Message to the DLF
Founding post
“Ladies and gentlemen, the president of Desula, Braulio Valdez.”
A wave of applause came and went in seconds as the president reached the podium. The look of dread was on his face. He knew what had to be said at the press conference and he more than likely knew what the public’s reaction would be. The Desulan Liberation Front had struck again, killing fifty people in this last attack. The attacks had been more frequent ever since Braulio had been elected. Him being rather new in the game of politics, he was seen as an easy target to the DLF, despite his position of authority.
“Thank you.” He waved to the crowd, prompting them to take a seat. “Yesterday, the Desulan Liberation Front had committed an act of cowardice, taking the lives of fifty people in the city of El Ocojas. We have teams of investigators working on finding these people and will bring them to justice for those who have had their lives taken too soon.”
Another wave of applause hit, this time only half of the crowd clapping, not fully convinced of his statement. Previous presidents before him had made similar promises in finding the DLF, none successful. The DLF, although rather violent with their methods, were seen as heroes to many of the Desulan people. They funded food drives, uprooted criminal organizations, and even helped out in disaster reliefs, while the government doesn’t even do half of that. Half of the public would sooner overthrow the government than turn in anyone associated with the DLF.
President Valdez continued. “We, as a people, will not give in to the demands of terrorism, no matter the cost. We, as a people, are stronger than the threats of these cowards. I promise, with every fiber in my body, that we will put a stop to these attacks, even if I have to turn every stone in this country.”
His face started to turn red, barely giving himself a chance to breathe. Committed to the act, he faced directly into the camera.
“If anyone in or associated with the DLF is watching this broadcast, know that I, Braulio Valdez, am your demise.”
He left in a huff, leaving no room for questions. The press shouted across the room, trying to get more out of him.
An older man reached out his arm as Braulio walked down the hall, handing him a cigarette. He was the press secretary for the president, but more specifically, he was a mentor to Braulio, Frederico Catalan. “I know I said give the people a spectacle, but hamming it up on t.v.? You’re better than that,” he said, chuckling.
Braulio, not amused, took the cigarette from his hand and lit it, deeply inhaling it. “I meant what I said. They think because I am young, that I am a pushover. We shall see who the real pushover is.”
“Going to war with the DLF is political suicide. No one who has done it has walked out with their career intact.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that people do things because it’s the right thing to do? Or has your old age soured your disposition?”
Frederico shrugged. “You’re young in the game, so I’ll cut you some slack. Give it a few more years and you’ll see how greed can corrupt even the most noble of men.”
“Oh no, not one of your ‘stories’ about how you had seen some modern folk hero fall from grace the minute he was offered money.”
“It happens more often than not,” he chuckled. “But your right, maybe some other time. Right now, we have to worry about a war on terrorism,” he said, patting Braulio’s back as they headed to the president’s office.
The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, Ciezka, and Aravelo
UniNet Daily Echo
A synthetic sounding track of piano music played as the screen showed animated lavender flowers break apart and fold across the screen in a series of pulses. Fading out the animation revealed the interior of a studio.
The newsroom was brightly lit with pale light and surrounded by electric walls that shimmered calmly with a gentle lilac light.
The two people standing behind a white and black counter were a man in a white striped gray suit with a lavender shirt and a woman with a matching lavender pussycat-bow blouse.
“Welcome to the Daily Echo where we echo all the latest news.” sad the man as the name Léon Yamazaki hovered before him.
“Yes, and what a bundle of news we have today, Léon.” said the woman as the name Élise Planque appreade before her.
“That we have, Élise. So let’s jump straight to it… the election season is finally over!”
“That it is. Yesterday the newly elected People’s Assembly voted in favour for the nominated Reichskanzler Natalya Yokota.”
The bottom half of the screen displayed images of a full Assembly before cutting to a close up of a bowing woman with platinum blonde hair and a magenta suit.
“Nominated by the Chairman of the Assembly last week, the Assembly’s Councilors had the weekend to think it over.”
“And Yokota was voted in with 63% in favour. A strong start seeing the dwindling support for here predecessor. But who is she, Léon?”
“Right, Natalya J. Yokota comes out of the Law Practitioners Union, having worked as a Civil Law Attorney before entering politics in 237. Her maternal grandfather was the renowned Barrister Charles Daviau.”
“The question on everyone's mind though is, will she be able to solve the problem she has been elected for? The struggling economy was the straw that broke the camel's back and lost Reichskanzler Yohan Mathieu his third turn. Is a lawmaker the right person for the job?”
“Well, the Assembly sure seems to think so. With us on weblink is our political expert Gaël Séverin.” Léon said as the display behind the couple switched over to show a man in a blue striped shirt and sweater vest. “What do you say, Gaël? Is Natalya the person to unravel this knot?”
“Hello, Léon and Élise, yeah, that is the question and as you said Léon, the Assembly seems to think so.”
“But is there merit to it? What do we know?” Léon asked.
“Yokota is a known quantity within the Law Practitioners Union and have made a name for herself amongst the Assembly as a skilled team player. Her unofficial speciality as to say is gathering the right people for the job at hand. Her intuition for people’s capabilities have proven itself right on multiple occasions and it looks like the Assembly is counting for that intuition to work out for this situation as well.”
“Are we looking at big rearrangements within the administration of ministries then?”
“Possibly. It might also be that her cabinet will be comprised of the right people. Naturally this is all speculation. We don’t know her overall plan as of yet. And she’s still to present here cabinet composition.”
“And that leads us into our second topic for the day.” Élise continued. “The economy is still struggling across multiple sectors. Yesterday the Industrial Union revealed that roughly 300,000 workers across the industrial sector have received cuts in their salaries or have been sent home on temporary layoffs.”
“Pessimism seems strong in the industry and the primary timetable for the cutbacks are set to six months. Workers belonging to houses with dual-income have been the focus of the cutbacks as not to injure the household economies too much.”
“Some say that a stimulus package is to be expected as the first major act by the new Reichskanzler but as for now we can just wait and see.”
Spiritualiza and Aravelo
First day on the Job
“I love you.” Natalya smiled as the call with her kids ended. Her kids, she though. They were teenagers now. Who had ever allowed time to move so fast? Sasha even had a boy she was sweet on while it felt like just yesterday she was all scraped knees and lose baby teeth. Natalya exhaled with a sigh as she put away her phone and looked around. The Reichskanzlei building felt empty and large. When devoid of people it felt almost soulless. The task before her could really feel overwhelming at such moments.
“Are you ready, Frau Reichskanzler?” asked a synthetic voice from seemingly nowhere.
“Kyo, Yes.” Natalya spoke out, hoping that the voice command would recognize it.
“Removing privacy.” the voice said and moments later the doors opened and a man in a suit walked in. Searching the room for her before smiling gently. “How’s the family holding up?”
“Good, more than me that’s for sure, Nathan.” Natalya shrugged with a lopsided smile.
“That’s just nerves talking.” Nathan Maki ensured with an understanding smile. “You’ll be playing this place like a violin in no time.”
She looked around. Her hands going out from her sides and then falling back again. “I’m just a bit nervous, nerves as you say. Mathieu may have gone out on a sour note but these are some mighty big shoes to fill.”
“And we both know that the Security Council wouldn’t have approved of your possible nomination if they didn’t knew that you were up for the task.”
“Gosh, don’t remind me of that interview. Made me feel like I was talking to Kyo’s evil brother.”
“Sorry, Frau Reichskanzler, I didn’t recognize your command there.” echoed the synthetic voice. Breaking off the conversation. She shook her head.
“We should probably get going for the conference room.” Nathan said pointing at the door with an open hand. “Most of the big shots have arrived already.”
“Don’t call them that.” Nataly said with feigned chastisement. “They are civil servants like the two of us..”
“You may call them civil servants all you like, but put me in a room with a Reich Commissar and there will be no question on the hierarchy no matter what my name tag says.”
“It should say dork.” she declared. “Stop it, I can’t babysit you now.”
“It will keep you on your toes.” Nathan quipped back as they left the room. “Seriously though. It’s going to be fine. Now’s the time for that classic magic of yours.”
They went through a series of corridors and entered a bright conference room. An aval table took up the center stage. The one long side of the room was just glass windows looking out of the city while the opposite wall was a massive waterfall that kept the cool air of the room humid.
The room already had a number of people in it. Ministers and Reich Commissars representing the key ministries and Reich Committees responsible for the Union’s economy. The ministers were both that of her predecessors government as well as those she had picked to replace some of the positions. Some would remain, for now. The Commissars on the other hand were elected by the corporate branches of the Assembly itself. She had no power over those.
“Comrades, thank you all for being able to participate on such a short notice.” Natalya said as she entered the room and greeted her peers. Making an extra nod towards some of the commissars which technically didn’t have their work schedule toppled or affected by a change in government.
“Nonsense, dear. It’s part of the job.” Said a tiny round faced old man, no longer than 150 and seemingly dressed in all wool. Natalya recognized him as Théo Oshiro, the Reich High Commissar for the Reich Committee for Reforms and Development. Basically the epitome of a fuzzy grandfather Oshiro still had the rather atypical reputation of being a technology freak. A personality quirk that mixed so bad with his appearance that some believed that his calm grandfatherly persona was just an act in order to remain in office
“Thank you, Herr Oshiro.” Natalya said with a smile and looked around. “Are we waiting for anyone to begin?”
Mind the oil stains
“This is just my luck,” Toby muttered to himself as frantically tried to shut down the crane loader. “I should have stayed home today, I shouldn’t have gotten up this morning. I knew something like this would happen.” A stream of curses flowed like water through his mind as he got the crane arm to rest on the ground and switching off the electronics. “Why is this happening on my shift?” he muttered as pale brownish oil slowly ran down the glass of his cabin.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself down he reached for the cabin door and opened it. Two drops of oil instantly landed on his shirt arm.
One of the hydraulic feeding tubes on the crane arm had blown and sent hydraulic oil straight up like a geyser. Showering the whole machine in sticky brown goodness.
Putting his head in his hands Toby sighed, suddenly feeling impossibly tired as the adrenaline from the shock of the explosion started to ebb. Gathering his courage and energy he steeled himself and got out of the machine. Another of the dockworkers, Jenna, had come walking up to the machine. Her face twisted in an ugly snarl of mixed disgust and sympathy.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day.” Jenna said as she halted to take in the full sight. The crane, the cabin, the engine department and the wheelhouses, it was all covered in a thin layer of sticky oil.
“It’s a disaster.” Toby grumbled. “Fixing it is easy enough but imagine cleaning it?”
“Yeah, that’s going to be fun. I’m really jealous. Practically green with envy.” Jenna quipped dryly. Her voice and words as contradictory as only Jenna could. “You late on service?”
Toby shrugged as he walked over to the built in tool box by the engine department. “No, did that two weeks ago. Someone must have missed or not checked it properly enough.”
The toolbox was also covered in oil. The rubber latches having sticky liquid slowly dripping from them.
Noping out on the oil Toby climbed back into the cabin and rummaged around for a moment until he found a dirty rag. He realized that he would become full in oil anyway but it somehow seemed to make sense that he could drag it out for as long as possible.
Returning to the toolbox he used the rag to flip open the rubber latches and lifted off the lid.
“You remember the sizes of those hoses?” Toby asked JEnna as he went through the toolbox, gathering whatever he might need.
Jenna looked at the crane arm and squinted. “Should be 22s I think, since they are on the mid arm.”
Toby pulled out a pair of 22 wrench keys and returned to the crane arm.
“Yeah I’m gonna need a stepladder for this.” Toby turned to Jenna. “Could you go get one while I check the valves?”
“Sure, I got one close buy.”
Jenna nodded. “There’s no valves above those though on this model so whatever is in the arm will flow out.” there already was a sizeable speck of oil on the ground under the crane arm. “Then again it probably is already mostly empty.” Jenna shrugged as she turned to walk away.
Toby cursed under his breath remembering that what Jenna said checked out. He popped open a protective hood and started going for the security valves that connected the machine’s body with the feeding hoses for the crane arm. In case of a shutdown back valves should take care of most of the oil as soon as the hydraulics stopped working. Forward going pressure would however push out everything that could be ejected. The result being the previous geyser and the now sticky mess of a loader that was his responsibility to get back up and running. The backlog for the night shift would be huge though.
Jenna returned with the stepladder about the same time as Toby finished closing all the valves that could affect the crane arm. Toby mounted it by the middle of the crane and jumped up for the lose feeding hose. By the time he had gotten it loose he was already up to his elbows with oil but exchanging the hose itself was quick and only took a couple of minutes. Jenna had stayed around as well to talk and hand him tools and supplies as needed. Mostly she made sure to constantly remind him that he would need to clean the machine up.
“Now we just need new hydraulics oil.” Toby said as he came down from the stepladder and folded it up.
“Should be some by the storage.” Jenna replied. “If you take the ladder I’ll see if I can’t dig up a trolly for the oil canisters. With some luck you’ll be back up and running in half an hour or so.”
“Yeah the cleaning gotta wait till later, If I skimp on break time I should be able to chew off some of that backlog this thing caused.”
“Yeah,” Jenna started to walk back looking over her shoulder at him. “Ladderboy. Chop chop.”
Map Update April 26, 2020
Thank you to all members who have founded this week, and those of you planning to found in the next week! May we all walk uncharted lands together.
UniNet News
The standard UniNet jingle played as the telescreen image focused in on the Reichskanzler Natalya Yokota standing behind a lectern that displayed the national emblem. Under the image rolled a banner with the latest news headlines.
“Friends and comrades,” Yokota began. “I am relieved, that so soon after having taking the office which you’ve entrusted to me, that I can stand here today and present our first stimulus package… The Union’s economy have been in for a rough patch. While our IT sector have fought on with good results despite it all, the sector that’s the most affected by this long term economic downturn has been the construction sector. We should not mince words over it. The construction sector is a vital organ on the union’s body. Now, as always, it is important to see the connections that binds us all together. No house is just a house, It’s an opportunity for families, it’s work for electricians, plumbers, home designers, carpenters, kitchen utensil manufacturers and so on. And no road is just a road, no railway is just a track of steel. They are connections to people's hearts and minds. They move us and the goods we wish to procure and to sell.”
“It is for this reason that we have decided that our first stimulus package will contain a rather substantial Public Works project. We will start with a repair and expansion of the R4 Highway, also known as the Coastal Road. The R4 road and railway stretch were initially constructed back in the late 80s and for the needs of those times. Our goal with the reconstruction of the R4 is to increase road and railway quality. To increase tonnage and quantity capacity across the whole stretch. To create more modern access points and to straightened out old, narrow and winding stretches.”
“This project includes, but is not limited to, the refurbishment of railway and bus stations. Hotels, restaurants and travel facilities within the R4 economic area will receive tax benefits and long term fixed rate interests on expansion loans and investments. A full list of companies eligible for benefits can be found on the UniNet web portal.”
“This is our first stimulus package. Our overall strategy and long term goal will be to ensure work opportunities for as many citizens as possible. By working, earning and living, we grease the lifeblood of the economy and our society. This means that some sectors or vocations should expect their salaries to be affected. The government is working in close cooperation with the Labour organizations to ensure that the maximum number of people can be put to work, even if that means that some will earn less for the duration of this crisis.”
“We also want to highlight our nation’s strong and versatile education system. If you have been affected by this crisis with lost job opportunities or if you’re unsure about your current career. Then please consider further education. Our universities offer vocational programs where new trades can be easily learned and master together with business experts. Many companies have a slow down in their activities at this moment which means that now is a perfect opportunity for taking on trainees and apprenticeships. Such trainee programs are ensured by our universities and the union’s vocational education programs. Make sure to seize upon this opportunity to improve yourselves and your future prospects.”
“We have always worked away our problems. Through cooperation and shared burdens. It is what we have always done and now will be no different. My cabinet and I, together with our national institutions will work tirelessly to turn this inconvenience around. Support your neighbours, your local business and take care of one another.”
Scrambled Dreams: Part I
Claire hadn’t really said anything in quite a while. Hadn't really made much of a noise at all apart from her breath. She had started to work up to quite a sweat and her breathing had started to turn increasingly jagged. Her hands, that were covered in a pair of cheap black and white AR/VR gloves, were grasping, clawing and punishing in the air in front of here. Her feet were steady on the ground but her torso moved back and forth as she kept shadow boxing as if possessed. Every movement was watched and monitored by the motion sensor sitting mounted above the massive 60 inch telescreen on the living room wall. On the telescreen here hands were bronze golden glaws that translated all her movements to violent actions. Claw slashes sent pixelated blood flowing. Curled into bronzen fists they broke bones like a sledgehammer. She was playing a horde mode whilst having involurability on her avatar. Endless swarms of vile scarred demons with mouths for eye sockets and razor blades for teeth kept jumping at her and the bronzen claws kept tearing them apart in ever gruesome ways. A skull split apart. A spine was used as a whipp before being discarded as a decoy. A giant lobster like claw was turned back on its owner.
“Kyo, pause the game. Set lights to mode three.” Jean said from where he sat on the sofa, having felt that the pointless rage session had gone on long enough. The demons froze as the pause menu overlayed the screen and the light in the room brightened with a warm yellow light without being overly bright.
“Are you alright?” Jean asked once Clair finally looked at him. Having just stared at the screen for a while before turning her attention to her feet.
She had flunked her university exam some weeks ago and her retest earlier this morning. Jean understood that she wasn’t in a good place mentally right now but he had also been seeing it coming. Hoping that it wouldn’t, but coming nonetheless.
“I’m fine...” Claire mumbled weakly, clearly not believing her own lie.
“Yeah. Two hours of tearing demons in half is fine.” Jean said softly, trying his best to keep any snark out of his voice. “It’s a bit kinky for a date choice but I can appreciate it.”
Her mouth twisted in a smile but her eyes were distant, looking through her feet and into the magical lands beyond the floor.
“I don’t know what to do.” she said after a while. Jean didn’t answer but waited. “It shouldn’t be this hard, I should know this stuff. I...”
“I don’t know what to do.” Her voice was breaking and choking up.
“It’s just a degree… and, and… let me finish. It might not be the right degree for you, at this moment in time...”
“But I want this. I’ve wanted this for years.” her hands were going all over the place in nonsensical motions. “You’re smart... I’m not meaning it like that, but… Your dad’s a banker and you’re close to running your insurance department and, and…. I just… ARGHH!!”
Jean took some slow steps forward and held out his arms, walking into her as much as letting her fall into his embrace. He rubbed her back and hugged her gently in silence.
When she finally started to stir Jean let go and spoke. “Listen, I know this old guy running a small accountant firm in Yuukohama. He regularly takes on trainees and I bet I could ask him to give you an interview?”
“Yuukohama is a three hour commute.”
“So it’s out of the way, it’s small and quaint and there’s nowhere near the stress that’s here in town. Lots of small local business, half of it is farmers, kindest people there are.”
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“Yes, I no longer find deep primal satisfaction in tormenting you.” Jean said with a dry bored voice and fish eyed stare. “And you snore like a chutting cavy.”
Claire started laughing through her nose. “Stop that! I’m being serious and you’re being you!”
Jean patted her upper arm and leaned in to place a dry kiss on her head. “How about this, you take a cold shower, and I go out and get us some sushi?”
Scrambled Dreams: Part II
Jean had been running errands for most of the day. Going between offices, meeting local clients in person, doing all that human relations stuff that the text books valued so highly. He did enjoy it as well. In fact he loved it. But he had studied human relations for his work so he still saw a bit of irony in it. The whole dealing with people thing and how it was very much a game. A Game that everyone played, that everyone was part of. The human condition wrapped up in a four letter word that made everyone think of children screaming profanities at stranger through microphones.
Closing the door behind him Jean had successfully retreated into his office and closed the shutters. Work was starting to pick up after the government's stimulus package which generated endless questions. In truth it was more noticeable at his father’s bank but some didn’t pick up on the difference.
The digital photo frame on his desk were cycling through a series of pictures of Claire making silly faces in her sportswear. Jean smiled and spoke out to get the attention of the digital assistant. “Kyo, call Brice Lazarski.”
“Calling, Lazarski & Co Accounting...” replied a synthetic voice from seemingly out of nowhere.
The call connected. “Brice speaking...”
“Brice! Hey, it’s Jean at TnL.”
“Jean, my boy, how are you?”
“Oh it’s fine. Never a dull moment, thanks for asking. Sun still shining in Yuukohama?”
Brice laughed. “Don’t remind me, it’s awful. It’s bright. You can see colors everywhere. If this goes on for much longer I suspect Leah will start thinking that I have a soul!”
“Yeah we can’t have people getting their hopes up like that. Wouldn’t be proper.” Jean laughed. “How’s work then?”
“Oh, same old. The stimulus package is creating some more work for us. Everyone whats to know what they can do and if they can do this and that.” Brice droned on. “Is there something with the insurance?”
“No, just making small talk. Wanted to check on in how things are going.”
“You planning a visit? Got this nice restaurant that just opened nearby.” Brice laughed. “I’m gonna balloon if I keep eating there!”
“Sounds like I got something to look forward to! But no, I’m… I’m not really calling on a business issue...You’re not having any trainees now right?”
“No, Thomas, our latest, quit last week. He was done with his exams and were moving over to Zinkanzen. We usually don’t have any trainees until the schools starts back up. Why?”
“I kinda wanted to ask for a favour, just to give a girl a shot at an interview, if you could, nothing more.”
“Boy, you sound awfully mellow, why don’t you give me the rundown?”
“Well, To be perfectly honest it’s my partner Claire. She butchered her graduation exams pretty hard and well, the pressure got to her so she’s pretty stressed out right now.”
“She studied economics right?” Brice asked, not that he didn’t remember.
“Yeah through Lavoro U so it’s pretty high on the prestige list.”
“Meh, there’s only so much you need to know to get started. Those high prestige Us are just pretentions.” Brice rumbled unimpressed.
Jean smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah as a former Lavoro graduate I can agree. But Claire haven’t really taken it well. She knows here stuff, I know cuz I’ve studied with here on the weekends. She’s my little bright girl but she isn’t exactly study material. She needs to do the work. So I told her that I knew you for a solid firm and that I would ask for an interview. I was hoping that if she could just cool off a bit and get some proper work done for a bit she could go back for the re-exams next year.”
“Are you breaking up with her?” Brice grunted
Jean laughed. “Who do people keep asking me that? No, I’m trying to look after her… she’s… frustrated.”
“You should just get her pregnant, that will calm her down… OUCH!!”
“You alright there, Brice?”
“Yesh, was Leah, threw some office equipment at me.”
“Go team.” Jean quipped.
“Oh you snotty bastard.” Brice grunted. “Tell you what. I’ll take her on and in return I’m dragging you out on a foodie night the next time you’re over.”
“I only asked for an interview, I don’t expect you to let her on you you don’t feel it.” Jean protested.
Brice grunted. “And I’m saying that our foodie night won’t be over until we’ve reached enlightened self-hatred!”
Spiritualiza, Aatelisia, and Ciezka
Lyzan History Channel:
The Lyzan History Channel is the 24/7 history channel service operated by Lyzan National Television, the largest Lyzan government broadcasting company in the Nationalist Union.
Programming on the Lyzan History Channel has and still to this very day covers a wide range of Lyzan historical periods and topics, while similar themed topics are often organized into themed weeks or daily marathons. Subjects include Lyzan culture, warfare, inventions, aviation, mechanical and civil engineering, technology, mythical creatures, monsters, unidentified flying objects, conspiracy theories(was there an old Lerodas?), aliens, religious beliefs, disaster scenarios, apocalyptic "after mankind” scenarios, and doomsday.
As of today as it currently stands, in the year 246MR the Lyzan History Channel is the most popular channel service in Spiritualiza with an estimated share of 51% of "first choice television Historical services". LHC was created to keep Lyzans entertained , well-educated and provide the people with ever increasing knowledge and wisdom. The channel is heavily biased towards Spiritualiza and is under the influence of the Lyzan propaganda machine.
*Tonight the LHC will cover the topic of Lyzan expansion on the continent of Estora and how our Beloved Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin further expanded our reach. Using books, diaries and film this is the story of Ukraya and Spiritualiza...
.....the narrator then proceeded*
Lyzan Expansion:
During the Lyzan expansion of 232MR they came across a large expanse of land called Ukraya and of people calling themselves the Ukrayans. The Lyzans soon began to trade with the nation which had became quickly became one of their main trade partners.
The Ukrayans had outdated weaponry such as swords, and bayonets, firearms such as, rifled-muskets and old artillery such as cannons. Although their weaponry wasn’t valuable and were clearly outclassed and outmatched by their Lyzan neighbors, Ukraya had valuable natural reasons that could help and improve the Nationalist Union’s economy which at the time was still recovering from the civil war.
As time passed bypassed a trade proposal between the Lyzans and Ukrayans had been negotiated and agreed upon. The Ukrayans agreed to purchase weapons from the Lyzans in exchange the Lyzans would receive various materials and natural resources. After only just a few months going into the agreement , Ukraya soon began to feel threatened because the Lyzans were at a huge advantage both in numbers and technological.
The leader of Ukraya at the time decided it was best that his nation be integrated into the Nationalist Union in order to prevent the inevitable that Spiritualiza would eventually invade and conquer the Ukrayan peoples. Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin has agreed to the integration although he knew Lyza didn’t have the intention to invade but couldn’t turn down more valuable land , resources and manpower without a single Lyzan being killed.
So later in the year , In the morning, an army of seven thousand Lyzan soldiers crossed the border into Ukraya and declared that all their lands and peoples would be integrated into the Nationalist Union. A small skirmish would last for a few weeks, after a few hundred Ukrayans decided to take up arms and opposed the Lyzans, however they were quickly defeated, and the territories were integrated in the Nationalist Union.
The Lyzan troops were greeted by cheering Ukrayans with Lyzan salutes, Nationalist flags, and flowers. For the Lyzan Ground Forces, the “invasion” was a tremendous confidence boost. Although the Lyzan forces weren’t that organized and coordination among the units was poor at the time, it mattered little because Ukrayan government had ordered their military not to resist.
That afternoon, Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin riding in a black car, crossed the borders accompanied by 2,000 body guards. The enthusiasm displayed toward Yosef and the Lyzans surprised both the Lyzans themselves and non-Lyzans, as most people had believed that a majority of Ukrayans would strongly oppose it.
Obviously, there had been strong support from people of all backgrounds in both Spiritualiza and Ukraya for unification of the two countries.
Narrator finishes off by saying, “Thank You for tuning in to our regularly scheduled programming and we shall see you next time”
National Assembly Meeting:
Supreme Chancellor Josef Maklin has been the Great Leader of the Lyzan Nationalist Union for a tremendous 25 years with an authoritarian fist. At times , the job was proven quite stressful but he always pulled through and remained steadfast due to his marriage to Lyzan people and the will of God. Despite leading the Nationalist Union for 25 years he felt as if he barely scratched the surface in terms of accomplishments. After all he attended sporting events , rallies, marches, military parades, gave speeches, expanded Lyzan territory, improved the military and defense capabilities of Spiritualiza improved the economy and the well being of the Lyzan people and in addition destroyed the red terror of communism in Spiritualiza.
The National Assembly was about to be in session. The Assembly of 620 of Spiritualiza's top state , party and government personnel were in attendance to witness the Supreme Chancellor give an update on the future of the Nationalist Union and its capabilities, projects, and latest economic plans. The Assembly Room was littered with Lyzan symbols of Nationalism. Two banners with the Lyzan Nucleus in the center were located behind the podium, where the Supreme Chancellor would give his word. In front of the podium, was the very symbol that represented the Lyzan ideology, the golden eagle holding the Lyzan Nucleus. All of the 620 assemblymen could see it, as it illuminated the room.
Before the arrival of Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin, the assembly chatted among themselves about their various lifestyles , families and passions.
At last Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin has appeared on the scene, walking onto the stage, toward the podium. Two Lyzan internal troops had escorted him. The chatter quickly died down, as the assemblymen a special occasion was about to commence. Yosef for the first time ever had a flashy appearance as he was wearing his favorite red and black Lyzan military uniform, which displayed all of the medals he had earned during his time in the military and community service work.
Standing before the assemblymen, with a humorless look upon his face, Yosef adjusted his straight hair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breathe. He opened his brown eyes and stood silent.
The 620 seated assemblymen then stood up and gave an earnest standing ovation and salutes to their leader who had lead them for a quarter of a century as a sign of great respect and admiration. They then sat down and became noiseless once again.
Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin gave a salute in return and says;
"Greetings members of the Lyzan National Assembly. Like other sovereign and independent nations, the Nationalist Union has a right to expand its economy ,lands and borders, in addition to seek and acquire its own interests. I believe God sent me a little orphan boy to save Spiritualiza. My sole duty is the well being, protection and security of the Lyzan peoples!”
“Despite all of the achievements of our youth, workers, farmers, government and military we have not successfully eliminated unemployment. We have managed to keep unemployment at an all-time low for a decade but failed to eradicate it from Lyzan society. There should be no such thing as an unemployed Lyzan, everyone must contribute to the well-being of the Lyzan Nationalist Union, everyone must help !!!”
“As Supreme Chancellor of the Nationalist Union , I hereby establish the National Labor Service as an agency to help mitigate the effects of unemployment on the Lyzan economy, further militarize the workforce and further indoctrinate its members within Lyzan ideology. It shall become the official state labor service of the Nationalist Union, divided into separate sections for both men and women.”
***Assemblymen gives standing ovation***
”In addition, The Lyzan People’s Welfare Agency and Lyzan Labor Front shall be established on this day. The LPWA shall serve as the Nationalist Union social welfare organization.”
“The LPWA is to project a powerful image of caring and support towards the Lyzan people. It’s to provide a plethora of social welfare programs. The LPWA is to open and operate 7,700 nurseries and fund holiday homes for mothers’, distribute additional food for large families over the next several years.“
“The LPWA shall provide old age insurance, rent supplements, unemployment and disability benefits, counseling and support for ex-convicts, old-age homes, interest-free loans for married couples, along with healthcare insurance In addition to supervising social workers, corrective training, mediation assistance, and dealing with judicial authorities to prevent juvenile delinquency.”
***Assemblymen gives standing ovation***
”The purpose and aim of the LLF is to create a true social and productive Lyzan community. Also exists to act as a medium through which workers and owners could mutually represent their interests. Employees are to be given high set wages and security of employment. The plan is to keep Lyzan workers satisfied and reward them for their absolute loyalty.
Once the LLF expands, it is to establish new social, educational, sports, health, and entertainment programs for Lyzan workers, which are to include factory libraries and gardens, periodic breaks, swimming pools, low-priced hot meals, adult education programs, periodic work breaks, physical education, sports facilities, gymnastic training, orchestral music during lunch breaks, free tickets to concerts and opera, and subsidized vacations. All of this is to create a strong, joyful, vibrant, and prideful Lyzan Federation, where we as a people are happy as one.
”As I stated countless time and will continue to do so, I accepted being the Chancellor of the Nationalist Union for my peoples' sake alone! We shall always strive to improve our nation or die trying! As long as we live on, the heart of our nation will never be vanquished !!”
Supreme Chancellor Yosef Maklin saluted one final time and walked off the stage with a grin on his as the internal troops escorted him out of the room.
Assemblymen applauds and then shouts "URAH!!!!!!! URAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! URAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! URAH!!!!!!!!! URAHH!!!!!! URAAHHHHHHHH!"
Lyzan Announcement:
Despite the utter defeat and elimination of communism in the Nationalist Union, we fear that their may still be communist sympathizers outside our nation. We believe in the ever increasing threat of communism on the continent of Estora, the Nationalist Union shall be expanding its borders and reach in effort to wipe out communism from the Estorian continent itself or at the very least eradicate the deadly ideology from our Sphere of influence. The Nationalist Union shall incorporate lost tribes and nations into the nation and in addition to indoctrinate local populations into nationalism in order to curb communist insurgents and ideologies on the continent. The defense and security of the Lyzan people has always been the top priority of the Nationalist Union especially against the likes of the left.
Communists had ruled our nation with an totalitarian fist that was bent on the death of tens of millions of Lyzans. Not only killing many men, women, and children alike but also plundering the masses of their wealth until they were starving and squeezed dry. The irony of their cult of death is that they proclaim for equality for all when in fact only the few in government have the wealth while the working class are left with scraps. The brutality of their leaders is matched only by the brutality of their sympathizers. We managed to defeat communism within Spiritualiza thus completing our ultimate thirst for revenge but failed to eradicate them outside the Nationalist Union.
Our willingness to let them flee has to be the sole reason why they're really able to be spared and survive the Nationalist Lyzan onslaught. We wholeheartedly believe the communists will eventually want their revenge as we Lyzans know foreign communist nations would love to see Spiritualiza under communist rule once again, in order to prevent or even delay the inevitable Spiritualiza must expand its territory in order to better strengthen and defend itself from future conflicts and protect the Lyzan people what ever the cost may be.
The vast lands of Estoria are to be incorporated in the Nationalist Union until we feel as if the communist crisis has been dealt with sufficiently.
Lyzan people who are in financial trouble and those that seek an opportunity of a new life and obtain new wealth are heavily encouraged to expand westward. The Lyzan military shall be monitoring the westward movement and reinforce Lyzan civilians. Lyzans are also encouraged to buy land from the locals as well , the Lyzan government is willing to pay half the costs.
The local population and wildlife are to be left alone as long as there are no signs of resistance. Suspected communists are to be immediately arrested and brought to the Nationalist Union.
Following international law, there shall no be senseless bloodshed unless Lyzans are provoked to defend themselves. The local population are to be handed pamphlets whether via air or ground detailing the “communist crisis” and the miracle of Lyzan economic programs and what awaits them if they chose to integrate into the Nationalist Union.
Uninhabited land are to be treated with great respect by Lyzans. Once again Lyzan military personnel is to offer assistance and secure zones within the areas for Lyzan civilians. Hostile threats are to be immediately neutralized as fast and sufficiently as possible with little to no bloodshed.
We hope that this greatly improves our chances against the struggle against international communism. In addition we hope this gives millions of Lyzans a chance of getting to work and contributing towards improving and expanding the economy and also improving the standard of living of those in the Nationalist Union.
Long Live the Nationalist Union !! And May Lyzans Prosper !!!
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