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-TELEGRAM FROM THE CENTRAL FOREGIN RELATIIONS COMMITTEE-

WRITTEN AND APPROVED BY CHIEF DIPLOMAT PRUSSIA WERDIN BY ORDER OF LORD PRESIDENT FIDE THOMAS RUSH

The Central Foreign Relations Committee and it's Chief Diplomat, Prussia Werdin, would like to ask for Empress Taihe of the Hightest Imperium of the Feng Dynasty to officially recognize the Federal Socialist Republic of Anderia as an independent nation for we are. Just because our former head of state, former Lord President Joseph Vargas excepted the non-aristocratic title of Vassal, does not mean that we gave up our independence as a sovereign nation.

You have in the past under the Vargas Administration referred to the Federal Socialist Republic of Anderia as a separate nation just under Fengese protection, such as the incident at Vander with Atlas and with the treaty at the end of the Anderian Fascist War. Yet, your national government does not recognize us as an independent state, which we all know is false.

We no longer have a vassal as Lord President, we have an entire different aspect of everything from the Feng homeland, you have referred to us as a separate nation. We are an independent nation.

As such, we would like to have a meeting with Empress Taihe to resolve this or just recognize us as independence. All will return to normal for us.

-END OF TELEGRAM-

-TELEGRAM FROM THE CENTRAL FOREGIN RELATIIONS COMMITTEE-

Previously

Thanedom of jon wrote:

0600 hours
Southern Coast of Taiwan

The Thanedom Marines landing ships came to a stop on the yellow sand, squads of soldiers coming free, FY-45’s at the ready as they immediately set up a perimeter. Zeta squad moved from their own landing craft, Crocodile looking around their surroundings. “I did not miss this place. Let’s get those tanks in and move forward.” As he spoke, several Floyd-3 Ravagers and Dozers came from the back of the landing ships, driving up and lining up to head in.”Listen up!” Crocodile spoke up once more, pointing to the forest. “The Cherns won’t be here till we can establish a beachhead. So half of you are staying to keep this beach in our control. Alpha Company, that's you lot. Bravo company, with me. Let's take this place over. For Ragnar!” A loud war cry was sounded, as the tankette armored column moved into the thick forest. Alpha company setting up a perimeter.

As the men moved into the forest, guns were trained ahead and to the sides. Marksmen had their bows at the ready, explosive arrows ready for the likely very angry jeza soldiers. Zeta squad moved among them, a member of the squad was placed throughout the column, saving cohesion. Crocodile himself sat on the top of one of the ravagers, his RHC held lazily as he kept his eyes open for enemies.

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor

OOC: As Jezabelstienian Forces

TACIT V3.1 TNV PHEONIX-1 NAVAL ANNEX RELAY BOOT…
CPU Cycle Check: 29080490hz,
Memory Allocation: 320092b... OK HDD Integrity... 100% OK
SELF TEST COMPLETE, ESTABLISH CONNECTION…
...Handshake unsuccessful... connection timeout… retry in 3…2...1...
...Handshake unsuccessful... connection timeout… retry in 3…2...1...
...Handshake unsuccessful... connection timeout… retry in 3…2...1…
...Handshake unsuccessful... connection timeout… retry in 3…2...1…
ERROR: Unable to establish a connection.

TACIT DOWNLINK TERMINATED, RESUME NORMAL OPERATIONS...

Out of frustration, she crushed the mug of coffee in her hand. Turning away from the dull red glow of the terminal, Deputy Director Pipalli leaves her office. “Frustrated? That’s a rare sight from you, Chrisanthi.” Colonel Menelaos Callelis teased Chrisanthi just as the office door opens.
The Director glared at Menelaos with disgust. “Just die already.”

“Status report,” Chrisanthi ordered as the officers quickly lay out the papers on the dull plastic fold table. Pictures of a stream of white light shooting to the heavens were laid out above the detailed scientific reports. According to the Chief Engineer of Two-Seven, the Aliera reactor has a meltdown due to unknown causes leading to a controlled but powerful Gamma-ray burst directly into Outerspace. A hypothetical explanation was an overclock protocol was initiated at an unstable timing. The anomalous radio disrupting phenomenon above the homeland doesn’t appear to affect by wind current nor following the planet’s EM field.
“So you’re all saying her grace is lost?”
Chrisanthi leaned back on her chair and awaits the answers of her frightened generals who had their sight locked onto Chrisanthi’s pistol. “My eyes are up here.”
Chrisanthi smiled menacingly, she then takes out her pistol and points at the officers. The room remained silent as the officers stood still.
“Well then.” Chrisanthi puts down her pistol before lighting herself a cigarette. “Gentlemen, If all is lost… we Pheonix-1 will be the last Jezabelstienian territory. I’m sure everyone understands that?” The officers except for Menelaos nodded. “What is it, Colonel Callelis?” Chrisanthi asked the trickster. “Yes. But It won’t be very long.” He answered as he takes out a translated letter in Fengese. “According to my intelligence...” “You meant your livestock?” The other officers mock him for relying on the locals. “May I continue?” The room quickly returned silence once more, awaiting the Colonel’s report. “Unidentified but very small forces have landed at the south Pingtung.” With the power of this single statement, whispers began to rise within the room.
“Perhaps World Union or the Free Trade Federation are finally having the guts to attack us head-on,” Chrisanthi murmured with a smirk. “We must send our forces to wipe them out at once. More would become. Your excellency.” An officer suggested. “No. More would be coming, that is exactly why we cannot waste our precious human resources.” Chrisanthi replied, she then turns over to the communication chief executive. “I want you to let Atlas know our situation.” The Chief executive nodded before leaving the briefing room and ran down the hallway.
The remaining officers gather at the table with a map of the island. “We’ll leave the guerilla warfare to the locals and the mercenaries.” She explains her plan as she moves the pieces on the map. Chrisanthi ordered as she look at the red dotted line that splits the island into four regions. “And lastly.” She points at the southern dotted line. “Ignite it when their main forces have arrived. Have the second mobile division located on the hills above Dingjing, it’s where they’ll most likely occupy for supplies. Prepare to increase the core output, we’ll need to activate barries for the worst.” None dared to object nor bear the responsibility of the fate of the last bastion.
“Praise Irene.”

Pheonix-1, Radio tower
The sound of heavy rain slamming onto the window could be heard throughout the empty communication center. Following the Director’s orders, communication officer Katina Argyrou sent a situation report to the The Atlas Archipelago. While awaiting a reply from the Archipelago, she began to fall asleep.
beep*
Katina raise her head to investigate the unusual sound the terminal made. The terminal glitched and flickered before it was completely shut off. At first, Katina read it as an attack, however, the terminal then restarted itself. “This is…”
A logo of a broken halo with five blades in the formation of a wing could be seen for a split second before the system returned to its usual state.

TACIT/3S_KIVOT05
TACIT DOWNLINK IN EFFECT...
Class::KIVOTOS2TACITPHX_1
isch/. => iDschE durra/.
Kyu -> ExkY[nul] -> {durra} -> Exec -> {isch, meza};
xE re durra mEezazv z jTDUie an dDUurra/.
rai => {
Kyu -> ExkY[fire] -> {Parascome};
Kyu -> ExkY[meza] - > {durra};
}
isch/.
xE re durra vv sDEechelEzv/.
Kyu -> ExkY[rai] -> {durra};
;/re durra vv Ezv/;
TACIT DOWNLINK TERMINATED...

“What the-” before she could digest what was happening, a high-frequency pattern of sounds was broadcast throughout the military complex for about 20 seconds before it ended. In the seconds that followed, a broadcast was made by the central command that called for Katina's presence.
Deep under the Pheonix-1 annex, where the otherworldly reactor was stored, the echoes of the sound have caught the curiosity and attention of a young girl on a hospital bed.
“Such a wonderful voice.”

PleikeNews broadcast 6/10/21

Reporter: Good morning, day, evening, or night for everyone watching this. I'm Zelea Jisneq, this is PleikeNews.

The round of 16 in the Villozene cup is now over. All the teams that have made it this far have played their games and half of them can rest for 2 days, while others have a match day tomorrow. || Kuzikstania Tigers and Kjarlemad Komets faced each other in PleikeStel Arena 2 days ago, which ended up in Tigers' routine victory 2-0. Kjarlemad City didn't manage to undermine the giant club on the first set, which ended in the Tigers winning the set 25-19. The second set was a little bit tougher, ending up 26-24. || Madia Orangers and Kaszniv Lentiz had an intense match in CyclOn-stadium. The sold-out stadium saw a sensational victory for Orangers, who managed to beat Lentiz by 2-1. Kaszniv won the first set maybe a bit too easily, the final score being 25-15. On the second set, however, Madia Orangers managed to get a grip from the game and won it 25-20, and their trance after the game was simply too big for Kaszniv to handle anymore, and the Orangers won the 3rd set 15-12. The game ended up in 16,200 Orangers fans invading the pitch. || Hyrdy Blitz and Saz Sazmonsters had another tough game in Dark Bell Center. Hyrdy Blitz thought that they had the game after winning the first set 25-21, but Sazmonsters surprised the crowd with a comeback from 7-point-lead. It seemed like Sazmonsters used all the energy they had to the 2nd set, as the 3rd set was a catastrophic failure for them, Blitz winning by 15-5. Hyrdy Blitz won the whole game 2-1 and continues to the semifinals. || Wyla Vikings and New Kuzikstania City faced each other in Kona-Brenden Stadium. Vikings with their veteran roster and City filled with future stars made the game quite tough. Wyla Vikings won the first set by 25-20, but lost the grip almost completely in second set, losing it by 25-15. Then again, it seemed like New Kuzikstania lost it's grip in the worst possible situation, losing the third set by 15-6.

Krysznas Kuzikstania played in the morning against Blue Bridge Blues, winning the game routinely 2-0. Both sets ended 25-17. || Port Jeff Grasshoppers' fans found a reason to celebrate, as they managed to beat Jhoelcen Pelicans in PleikeStel Arena by 2-1. The games were incredibly tight, the first set ending to Grasshoppers by 25-23. Jhoelcen Pelicans won the 2nd set by same numbers, but couldn't manage to beat the Grasshoppers on the 3rd set, which they lost by 15-13. || Aernaeb Wild had little to no problems in defeating newcomers Retqer Patriots, as the game end for Aernaeb by 2-0. Both sets ended up 25-18. || Jhoelcen Mariners and Zijaqle Thunder faced each other yesterday afternoon. Zijaqle Thunders won the first set quite easily by 25-15, but slowly seemed to lose the grip of the game by losing the second period 21-25, and lost it all in third set, losing to Jhoelcen Mariners by 15-12. The Mariners move up by winning the Thunder by 2-1, and Zijaqle will have to pack their equipment and travel back to home without the cup.

The Round of 16 begins on Tomorrow, and here is the schedule:

A blue hologram appears behind the reporter, who steps aside from the camera for a moment so people can see the schedule:

7/10
Kuzikstania Tigers (favorite) VS Madia Orangers
Hyrdy Blitz (favorite) Wyla Vikings
8/10
Krysznas Kuzikstania (favorite) VS Port Jeff Grasshoppers
Aernaeb Wild (favorite) VS Jhoelcen Mariners

As the hologram goes away after about 30 seconds, the reporter steps back in front of the camera and continues the news.

Reporter: That's all the news for now. Have a nice morning, day, evening, or night. We'll see you soon.

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor wrote:

Previously

OOC: As Jezabelstienian Forces

Crocodile brought his microphone up as the column stopped. Small squads moved up behind them, eyes ahead. "Ma'am. We have the peninsula."

Far from the main commotion, a large zepplin flew above. High Theng Megan moved to her own holographic map, bringing it up by its smaller details. The column holding on the peninsula. A soft finger clicked a button on the console. Smirk playing on her lips as on the west side of the island, Chern-15's rolled onto the beach. Flanked by hundreds of infantry, they moved into the farmlands of the local populace. Above them came smaller zepplins, borgatyr drones jumping from the sides to land ahead of the soldiers. To the east came more infantry, marines spreading out across the entirety of the beach there. Backed up by a small contingent of their own Borgatyr drones.

But the north, by the cannon, had the most well trained sent. It was the only thing the Thengdom truly cared about, and was too dangerous for some zealots to own. At worst, the soldiers were instructed to blow the thing to kingdom come and let the feng dynasty have the ashes. But the atleast needed to try. Jarls, the best of the best. Veterans of multiple conflicts, trained to be better then even some of their comrades. In a nation built on small but amazing soldiers, they were built to be better. With them, came a rare sight. Landing on the beach was the Royal Guard, Grendle. Seven feet tall, in full combat armor. Its said the royal guards had armor plating under their skin, and that they were enhanced. Half true. Grendle's arms and legs were replaced with far stronger robotic ones. So when he landed, their charge began. Rushing to cover, they began the firefight that likely awaited them with heavy munition's and grit. Grendle himself came with an experimental Railgun. Truly, this invasion would test them all.

-TALES FROM Astana-Anders; WORKING HOURS-

A young woman is standing upright in a scissor lift in a hot and smoke-filled factory. Her welding helmet covers almost all of her face and hair as the bright blue sparks of the flames of the nearby welding bot jump out like grasshoppers in a field of grey metal. Then an electronic siren goes off, signaling to everybody that their 8-hour shift is done and they can go home. The woman presses a button on the panel next to her which lowers her down quickly and automatically. She opens the little doors and walks to get her things from the bench near-by. She takes off her welding helmet and puts it to the side. Her light black hair shines like a bright room creating a harsh shadow.

She goes into the bathroom to freshen up a bit and comes back out. In 12 more minutes she say goodbye to her co-workers and newly elected manager and heads off walking to her home, just 2 blocks away. She looks up at the concrete jungle of Omni City. An electronic clock from atop of the Jessamine Clock strikes 4:00 P.M. Standard Central Region Time. She pulls out her Andrejz SmartCelluar and checks her notifications. She is reminded of the upcoming Parliamentary Session, this is special because it will decide if Fide Thomas Rush should still be temporary Lord President or instead go through another election since this is the longest any Lord President has been temporarily appointed.

She walks to the intersection of Louis Dane Boulevard and Neo Republic Street South where she sees a poster on the Communal Cityside Community Board sponsored by one of Central Local Democracy Bureau here in the 23rd Omni City Southern Municipal Zone. It shows a hard-working woman with a red filter all across the poster. At the bottom, in bright purple is says 'A HARD WORKER MEANS A WORKING ASTANA-ANDERS, VOTE FOR THE HARD WORKER, THOMAS WILLOW OF THE SOCIALIST REPUBLICANS' in reference to the upcoming 23rd Omni City Southern Municipal Zone Parliamentary Election coming in 10 days.

She continues to walk before walking up towards a table with a green colour scheme and some people handing brochures to passer-byers interested. It's from the Omni City Southern Municipal Chapter of the Green Party of Astana-Anders handing out pamphlets and brochures decrying the recent Rearmament Campaign by Fide Thomas Rush as against peace and the values of Dimitri itself. She takes it reads it and nods to some of the talking points.

She then heads home finally to see her son laying on the carpet of their flat playing with his toys. She asks him to head to his room to play inside before kissing him on the cheek. She then undresses until there is nothing but her tank top and bottom undergarment covering her. It was a long day but hey, that means she'll get more money today, as for the amount of money to create by working, the same amount you get back everyday. She usually makes 180 RC a day. She sits comfortably on the sofa as she watches the news about another 100 thousand men and woman signing up and 30 thousand conscripted into the army.

-END OF TALE-

Just Off of Kosmos Naval Base, Atlas Eternal Battlegroup
Diplomatic Mission to the Highest Imperium of Feng Dynasty

The waves were calm this morning and the clouds hung over the Utopia in a beautiful elegance, Karu looked up at them from the deck of the SUS Atlas, a small smile coming to his face. "Ma armastan Rigalli hommikuid..." he said quietly, looking back behind him to the two turrets, each with a set of four cannons on them. The same was for the rear, a total of four turrets on the vessel, each having four twenty point one inch cannons, various secondaries ranging from eight inch triple naval guns to CIWS, autocannons and missile tubes. The massive superstructure itself rose high, sprouts of autocannons and CIWS emplacements dotting it to protect the high-rise structure. He took a deep breath before letting it out in a long sigh and began his trek to the bridge, a long journey, the ship was of formidable size, six hundred meters in total length, a weight above two hundred thousand tons. And this vessel was going on a military excursion? No, actually, on a diplomatic mission to the Phoenix Kingdom, to impress the Fengese with the great might of Atlan military prowess...or maybe something deeper than that? By the time Karu had reached the bridge, the enginemen had begun to fire up the great diesel engines and the battlegroup was preparing for their departure. Karu gave a small sigh, looking over to his quartermaster before gazing back out at the vast open sea far towards the Phoenix. "I have a weird feeling...not bad but, just funky?" he said oddly to the quartermaster who looked at him, a bit concerned. "Pardon me, Commandant?"

"Ah, it's nothing."

Their departure had begun and slowly, the massive battlegroup cast itself to open sea, the Atlas sat at its center and was surrounded by defensive vessels, a single small carrier, four missile spitters, three destroyers, a cruiser and four submarines. The amount of needed protection was massive, the journeys were expensive but would not be in vain of all spent and sacrificed. The Feng were valuable allies and Karu had been itching to meet with the Fengese imperialists since his appointment as the military ambassador to Wasaru, and he knew their alliance to the Feng was extremely important so solidifying a relationship with Feng was crucial to the success of a formal alliance. He watched the sun rise as the battlegroup slowly made their way south to the imperium, the phoenix's light shining in the distance...

Taijing shone in the morning light, the Atlans had arrived the next day and so the sun had come above the horizon and casted a beautiful glimmer from the ocean and onto the golden city. It was true that the Phoenix shone, Karu stood upon the bridge and watched as the massive Atlas attempted to fit itself into the Port of Taijing, his eyes fixed on the walls which were erected in the distance, the palace where the empress was. His heart began to race some, his mind confused as his stomach began to turn. What was this feeling, so foreign and odd. He dismissed it though, gathering his needed belongings and meeting the diplomatic envoy at the gangplank. Beside them were five paladins in their dress armor, knights armor from the tenth century, ceremonial in nature yet effective against conventional ballistics. Karu breathed in deep, looking at those surrounding him, an ambassador, a military advisor and CEO of JMI, Kirkland Jericho. He looked at the approaching caravan of Fengese transport and took a deep breath.

Private RP
One of the most important things to the new Dynasty is balancing the quality of life of their people with equality and oneness with the Universe. As such, a large cut of the government funds previously backing corporations, the military, and industry will be reallocated to welfare and education.

Due to the rising concern for the economic future of Budaia’s people, the court agreed on the creation of economic deals with outside states. The current primary customer of Budaia’s resources is Middle Gertbland, which consumes about 8% of Budaia’s oil supply. In return, Budaia will be granted access to a handful of Gertblander ports and will be given Machinery.

In recent news, the Sacred Bonfire of Heavenly Tranquility tilted it’s flames southward, meaning that today will most likely have great weather, so make sure to wear your Saffron Kasayas when walking outside. As always, remember to be kind, caring, and considerate. Khoda Hafiz!

Baolian Hall, Yongan Palace, 10/08/2021 North Electrica United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor

“Movements of all soldiers of North Electrican origin recorded to be stationed around the city and near the imperial city. The Taijing Guards-hall shall implement standard precautionary procedures.” Her head chambermaid had whispered to the Empress in Court Fengese, a fengese dialect of the palace almost incomprehensible to most outside ears. The Empress nodded, whispering something back.

[i]“Most sublime, do be sure to prepare for anything. North Electrica may be an ally, but precaution is always good after all….”
The Empress smiled as the servant left, switching back to english. She spoke with a faint lilting accent, making her sound almost absent-mindedly amused.

“My most auspicious greetings to the high graces of Miotia-Candor and North Electrica, indeed it is a great honour to play host to guests of such lofts of virtue….”

The teahouse was peacefully silent, despite the crowd of luxuriously clothed courtiers standing around them in audience. Servants wandered to and fro, while several were stationed near their table with fans. They seemed there only for ornamentation though, this hall seemed to have its own air conditioning system but it was so well hidden among the opulent architecture that it was hard to believe it existed here.
A Phoenix had wandered in from the gardens, chirping a warbling song. The Empress cleared her throat softly. Her face was an enigmatic mask of oblivious daydreaming as she fiddled with her fan.

“Today, we gather to discuss the deep intricacies of economies, alliances, trade… and our most interesting situation with the Jezabel nation. Firstly, on would like to stress that our imperium, all our holdings and estates in the Fengese motherland and Huazheng, would be committed to support our cause with our great wealth in coin and recourse….”

The Ports of Taijing The Atlas Archipelago

“Oh~? Coming with the big boats eh?”
Princess Rongchang giggled as she watched the ships dock. Her voice rang with a seductive allure, velvety soft upon the ears. “I wonder why they’re trying to impress… for us to fear them, or for us to admire them~?”

She was surrounded by an entourage of courtiers, all luxuriously clothes in robes that trailed several feet upon the ground. Taijing’s docks were unlike the busy trading ports of Donghai, these were filled with opulent pleasure barges and cruises instead of the enormous cargo ships. Behind the Princess was a carriage coated in gold and jewels….

The Atlan ships docked, out of place among the beautifully crafted boats. Princess Rongchang came forward to greet them as the delegation descended, her eyes glimmering in soft amusement.
“Greetings to the delegation of Atlas…. My, you’ve come quite a long way to see us~ was it hard?”

A Message to Astana Anders Astana-Anders
In Great Honour and Highest Epitome of Grace,

Feng Dynasty asks that the leader and high members of the government of Astana Anders came to the Imperial Palace of Taijing, Feng Dynasty, to be treated to specialised Fengese diplomacy and discuss our current situation, and offers gold and jewels when the Astana delegation arrives. Please come soon.

Altikaarian 24/7 News
Reporter: Good morning, The Empire of Altikaar just had its first-ever elections! The main contenders for the elections were the ADP and WPA. As per the constitution of Altikaar. Each Province has 1 seat in the parliament, a Total being 12.
The election's results were in the favour of........................................... THE WORKERS PARTY OF ALTIKAR. With 9 seats won in the parliament, the WPA is the new ruling party of Altikar. The people of Altikar are curious to see what the new government brings to the great nation of Altikar. United We Stand Strong! Thank you for watching. Arnold Gordon with cameraman Jack Schnider

-TALES FROM Astana-Anders:A POEM-

"I once had a dream turn into reality,
and that reality turned into a dream again.
Where I could at the snap of my fingers, change the world.
Now I sit here, fallen from grace..."

- Joseph Vargas

Wrote Joseph Vargas in his winter home in Hansk City. The city was getting ready for the upcoming anniversary of the defeat of the fascist forces of Blue Harper a year ago.

" A year... time goes so slow and fast at the same time..." Thought Joseph in his head.

He was in his desk, writing poems and stories, a common thing he used to do to relax and clear is mind. He could only remember what life was like in '14. There he was, on a platform beaming with light against the cold and blue, dark sky. A crowd of more than twenty-thousand were there, standing, jumping, screaming, happy over the man they elected as Lord President to run the country after the reign of William Water Rivers. The sky would be filled with trains honking, yells, screams, cheers. Oh how he had been so hopeful...

... And that hope soon turned into tragedy. He had the charisma and popularity of the legendary Dimitri Castro, but not even half of the skill. He bungled with @United Brennia, failed to stop riot after riot in his '20 re-election campaign, did not see Blue Harper slowly manipulating things from behind the scenes and committed a coup against him, made a mockery of himself in other countries, and launched wave after wave of failed programs, treaties, and ideas for peace and to boost the economy.

The economy of more than 39.23 trillion Lien was reduced to less than half, 23.92 trillion after Blue Harper destroyed the economy with his war. The subsequent occupation of Astana left resentment everywhere and war was almost ignited again, it was only due to luck and the assistance of the Feng that caused these nightmares to not happen. The popularity of him at 91.005% was dropped to a 40.2% by September.

And during all of this, he struggled with everything. The amount of problems he had to fix left him no time for his family, hobbies, or even maintaining himself. It got so bad, his wife left him, not divorce but went to simply go until he got better. He sometimes couldn't take showers or sleep for more than 4 hours because of all the problems he had to fix. It got worse when he had Fide elected by the parliament as Arch-Chancellor. In a bid to to gain support from members outside of the Left for Progress faction of the Socialist Republicans, he chose Fide to be his pick.

At first, it seemed like a good choice. Fide had a record for being up to any task no matter how large and being Arch-Chancellor just meant vetoing bills one saw unfit and being the 2nd in command to the Lord President. Not only that, but at the time, the Young Radicals were quickly becoming a major faction, almost bigger than his Forward! faction. So he picked him to gain votes. It quickly became clear that Fide was something else however.

Fide would often veto legislation that Joseph wanted and allowed what he didn't wanted. And they would argue for hours over policies of foreign affairs', the economy, and most importantly, the ongoing occupation and treaty of Yongan and how to fix Astana. It all came to a head when Fide threatened to call for the dissolution of the parliament if Joseph dared to go through with his plan for creating a Northern Utopian Union. He went along with it and Fide did it but failed to gain enough votes.

Joseph had it with Fide's infighting and threatened to force him to resign from his post if he contiuned to act against his wishes. Fide agreed and what was left was a tense relationship between the two. Then it happened... a week before he resigned... the Veoannish Parliament along with Bridgette Coleson rejected to form a NUU with Astana.

... The second he heard it... he went into a psychological collapse. He had spent so long trying to fix both his nation and the world and instead of peace he only saw more dissatisfaction and anger. Distrust between the Veoannish and Astanai was continuing to rise, the economy hadn't improve by a lot, the nation itself was becoming more disheartened and fractured along lines.

So when Kuzik and Jezebel finally began to slug it out in the fields and oceans of war and blood, he'd resign. He knew Astana-Anders would have to do something and he knew he would not be up to that task. So, he prayed to the father that Fide would not do the things he'd fear he would do.

But... life often doesn't go the way you want. Fide immediately began to dismantle the treaty that was paid for by foreign and domestic blood. He began to egg on Kuzik and the war and re-ignited the hostilities that were slightly cooled between them and The Atlas Archipelago. And when he heard that he was putting frigates into the Red and Jessamine bay, he considered going back to Omni City and reclaim his post. But his mental health still wasn't good enough.

Now here he was, writing a poem, drinking tea, and watching the news about the talks between Atlas and the Feng Dynasty. He put down his saucer and cup and once again began to write.

"As I watch from afar these events unfold,
I also watch and the write the history being made as well.
I ask myself, 'Will the sacrifices for peace and liberation last until the sun dies?
'Or, will the blood on the beaches be washed to sea like common sand around it?'

We stand on a precipice never before in history.
Not even the great Dimitri could predict such things.
I ask, again, 'Will the sacrifices for peace and liberation last until the sun dies?
'Or, will the blood on the beaches be washed to sea like the common sand around it?'

-END OF STANZA-

Undisclosed place, Altikar

Riding inside a blacked out van with tinted windows was a male person in his early 30's. Wearing an officers uniform christened with a red star and a hammer and sickle in middle of the star and a Novoroyskian flag on his sleeve it was clear that he was apart of the Novoroyskian Army. Disembarking from his van, two heavily armed soldiers followed him, he grabbed a folder with several documents inside and headed into a tent where several men in Altikarian army uniform was waiting for them.
Sitting down on a wooden stool, he began to talk with the Altikarians.

Novoroyskian Officer: "So...You called for us?"
Novoroyskian Officer: "Sorry for the wait, getting into the country was a bit complicated on our side."
Novoroyskian Officer: "Anyways...What do you want?"
Altikarian Officer: "We need your help."
Novoroyskian Officer: "Oh?"
Altikarian Officer: "We've begun a coup against the current monarch in order to fix this country."
Altikarian Officer: "This country is controlled by quote unquote socialists but you and i know that's a lie, a bad joke."
Altikarian Officer: "And i know for sure Novoroyska would be willing to help another communist depose a monarch."
Novoroyskian Officer: "Hm...I need to talk with someone, i'll be right back."

Walking outside the tent, the Novoroyskian Officer headed towards the van where he pulled out a military radio and began speaking into it in Rouvskian.

...Several minutes later

Walking back into the tent a slight smile on his face, he began talking to the Altikarians once more.

Novoroyskian Officer: "Good news, my higher ups have accepted your offer."
Novoroyskian Officer: "You should be expecting a large force of naval infantry arriving soon enough."
Novoroyskian Officer: "In the meantime we'll be leasing out equipment to you till the end of the war."
Altikarian Officer: *Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and several shot glasses* "Happy to have you onboard!"
Novoroyskian Officer: "You too." Said the Officer as he shook the Altikarian's hand.

Altikar wrote:

"6:23 1/11/21 Inside the National Parliament
The president is having his usual breakfast when he sees the 88th,89th and 80th Infantry divisions March towards the Parliament. The Confused President goes down to see what's happening when his assistant shouts his name. He says-
Assistant: SIR, WE NEED TO TAKE YOU TO A SAFE PLACE
President: But what is the matter? And why is General Rajaram outside with those troops?
Assistant: It is..... A Military Coup
President: What?
Assistant: WE HAVE NO TIME SIR
He takes the president to an armoured cars with some escorts and heads to the nearest province of Cominder

Outside the Parliament
General Rajaram sees some Parliament Gaurds, Along with the Tetsone Police heading towards them-
Brigadier General Thomas: Sir Should we fire?
General Rajaram: Yes.
A series of crossfires takes place in tetsone with the Hardliners facing the Loyalists on 3 fronts- The East Tetsone Front, West Tetsone front, and Central Tetsone Front.

TO BE CONTINUED