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Following the Aaetelisian intervention in the Dragovian Civil War it now seems that peace will at last have reached the new United Union of Dragov.
In an attempt to help stabilize the region the government have stated in an earlier press release that they will offer economic assistance to Dragov’s reconstruction effort. Himanitarian aid have been offered as well as the presence of a Peacekeeper division to help secure central areas of importance.
The economic aid for reconstruction includes low interest loans through the Reichsbank as well as the opportunity to have the infrastructure focused Dawnstar Initiative enact reconstruction project across the nation…
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“Yes, they are airing the information to the public as we speak...” Ambassador Tanaka explained to his Aatelisian counterpart over the phone. “Yes, we’ll be hoping that the region may stabilize now… Ambassador, we all want the same thing on this issue… The establishment of a friendly government and the security of your region, well of course… And thank you to, Ambassador. I think this whole ordeal can solve itself to everyone's benefit after the work you’ve put down… Yes, I’ll have to go now but I’ll contact you later down the line… Yes, thank you, be seeing you.”
Ambassador Tanaka ended the call and stared out of the window for a while before checking his schedule. Noticing what meeting he had coming up he blanked out the rest of the afternoon and headed for his coat hanger.
Aatelisia, Nerokhori, Yechia, and Dragov
The Pact of the Bear
In the days following the revolution the new syndicalist government had been turning the old meeting hall in Admora into a new Capital building, Most of all Boris Bartos and his new Ministry of the Exterior,Boris a charismatic man of humble beginnings as a fisherman to now having to modernize a foreign relations department. No longer was the day of the telegraph a modern invention dragovia had seen that with the coming of the Aatelisians and there modern military.
In this endeavor they would need the brothers in 
The United Roman Reich who recently offered a hand and the great state of 
Aatelisia
Boris wrote to the Romans
"We your Syndicalist brothers in the age of darkness and despair,our time of need is here and for you to help us is a blessing. I am writing to you in hopes to be granted what you have offered and to work closer to achieve each others goals,my motherland,my home is in dire need of reform. And I humbly beg your aid,with your provided aid we ask to enter a defensive pact,those who would challenge your nation challenge ours,and ours,yours in turn. We ask as well to enter trade with your nation and can offer fish,whale oil,and coal. I hope this finds you in good health and may your nation prosper."
Signed Minister Boris Bartos of the United Syndicalist Unions of Dragov
This letter would be sent to both The United Roman Reich and Aatelisia the hope being to not only boost Dragov politically but to boost it on all fronts.
To Lure In the Bait
Avani Vadalova, one of the sitting Directors of the Board of Kashaniva, was on the brink of realizing a brutal and cut throat scheme that would not only vastly boost her own power, but completely cut out her greatest rival: Irisa Stradanova, the so-called Chairwoman of the Board. Avani had always hated the woman, and their tenure in the conglomerate corporation they worked for was filled with mutual distrust and backroom dealings to belittle the other.
The only reason Avani sat on the Board now was because she held an assortment of stock in the corporations under the Kashaniva umbrella, making her a major shareholder. In fact, after the death of Peotr, the former Chairman, Avani haad gone through the painstaking process of buying up any and all stock she could possibly get her hands on. Now, she sat at second place, surpassed only by Irisa herself, who had inherited Peotr’s vast empire. No doubt the man who had so foolishly put his faith in the snake of a female hadn’t read as closely in the agreement as he should have.
To say the least, Avani did not enjoy being second to anyone. She had goals for the coveted office of Chairwoman, to sit at the head of the Director’s Table, and give pronouncements from on high. The prestige, the wealth, the power- the sirens call of its seduction of her ambition was simply too alluring to ignore. So she plotted from the shadows.
Irisa’s power came from her ability to intimidate. Her ability to intimidate came from her vast wealth, and her wealth came from the same place all of their wealth came from: shares. To dethrone Irisa, Avani was going to need more shares in the conglomerate and all of its companies. So she sniffed Irisa’s administration for weakness.
It took weeks, but she found a weak point in Irisa’s defenses: Ivanik, a young man in her secretarial staff who had doubts about her ability to carry out promises made, and more importantly, a greed for more units than he was being paid. So Avani made her own promises, and she had a man on the inside. This young man fed her all the information about Irisa’s personal habits she needed. Her appointments, her vacations, when she entered and left the office, the men and women she slept with (Including whether they were for pleasure or business), and a list of people she had killed. With all of this, she formulated her plan.
Avani would spread rumors about doubt in Irisa’s leadership among the shareholders. Pointing out the people who had disappeared, the oppression of the Vatreyan people, all of the affairs she was accused of having, the nine yards. When she had shaken their faith enough, she was going to sell her own shares in Kashaniva, plummeting the price as people tried to cash out along with her. And when they reached an all time low, the Vatreyan banks would sell as well, which was her chance. She would buy them all, at dirt cheap, and surpass Irisa as a shareholder. It would only be aa matter of time until she was Chairwoman, then. All she needed was an opportunity.
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This was it. The moment of truth. On the floor of the Astraylokan Stock Exchange, Avani Vadalova examined the goings on with outward calm, and inner eager panic. Irisa was away, out of the country, and without her direct supervision, Avani could take advantage and finally destroy her. She had already put a significant portion of her shares on the market, and was watching their price go steadily down as people began to panic themselves.
Ivanik was beside her, the young man sweating in buckets as he went over all of his notes. She paid him little to no mind. He was of no concern. Once the plan was complete, he was of no further use to her, and she would have him disposed of. She had no mind to keep loose ends about, after all.
Still, even with her plan working flawlessly, she couldn’t help but despair slightly. Something seemed off. It was working too well. Almost like a trap. But that was impossible. It had to be. She had planned so meticulously, so thoroughly, so perfectly. There was no room for error, especially not now, on the eve of her victory!
Almost there. Almost to that record low, and the banks would release, and she could have the power she dreamed of. But it was steadying. No, no, no. She had to do something. Now.
Against everything, she abandoned any sense of a back-up plan and pulled up her tablet. With the press of a few buttons, the last remnants of her stock flooded the market, and it dropped further. Still, not to what she needed. So, she did something even more desperate. She sold shares she did not have. Before the system could catch up, and figure out what was going on, the price hit that mark, and she looked to see the banks sell their shares as well. . .
Only that did not happen. Instead, to her horror, she saw live as an unknown party bought every single Kashaniva share currently on the Exchange market. Including hers. And the fake ones. She sat back in disbelief, and mounting dread.
But her attention was drawn by the door opening, and the entrance of Irisa Stradanova. The Chairwoman sashayed into the market, her eyes only for Avani. And instantly, Avani knew she had been out-played. The other woman extended a finger, beckoning her to a private room, and Avani knew she had no choice but to obey.
In this room, Irisa sat smugly, beaming cruelly at her rival.
“You should know that your entire scheme was rigged from the start. Ivanik was mine all along, and kept me informed.”
Avani closed her eyes in dread, cursing her own stupidity.
“You should also know that I know you sold shares you don’t have. Fraud, by corporate code. You’ve violated the Non Aggression Principle, Avani, by lying and creating shares that don’t exist.” Irisa leaned forward, wetting her lips. “I will have what I bought.”
Avani’s voice was practically a whisper. “What do you want?”
Irisa smiled. “Good girl. You are mine now. Body and soul. I’ll forgive your transgressions if you are my most loyal ally, my most trusted servant, my most staunch supporter. If you don’t, well, then I will have no choice but to seize my property and earn back my investment by any means. Your house, your blood, your organs, whatever is needed.” She reached into a suitcase and pulled out a small pistol. “One bullet. If you would like, you may take the easy way out. It is one of your few options.” She slid the gun to Avani. “Or, you can say ‘Miss Stradanova, I beg your forgiveness and shall serve loyally until I have paid my debts.”
The gun was never fired, and overnight, Avani Vadalova was turned into a broken shell of a woman at her once-rival’s beck and call.
Nostalgia of Myth
The old Revolutionary Theater was filled to the brim with visitors, the evening show having been advertised for months now as a must-see; a reimagining of the republican fervor of the Epesepo put into a classical musical format, but retrofitted for modern tastes and pacing. Billed as historical romance, the Mosoanei musical, as it was named for the titular character Tesena Mosoanei, was grounded in history and rooted deep in the revolutionary themes of Yechia.
The two stars, Mosoanei herself and her romance, Yusache Yakote, were played by the very talented Pasa Chesanii and Nusamo Soneche. Their director, Mati Naseme, was very influential in the medium and carried a lot of reputation for his skill at putting on grandiose performances. Many, including those who helped organize the event, put all of their faith in his casting choices; the director living by a personal code, believing that any singer could be an actor, but an actor could never learn to sing.
As the performance opened up into its first act and the crowd settled in for the long showing, the serenading tunes of old Yechian music flooded through the speakers, and each song was championed by the cast in such a way that it provoked a nostalgia for a time none today had ever lived in. In a way Mosoanei provoked a living memory of the past in its modern viewers, instilling them with memories of myth and patriotism woven through its tale. The folk songs of course were intermixed with new airs imagined just for the musical, the penultimate anthem being a repeating theme throughout the story that was evoked in many different fashions. Ode to Yesteryear was first imagined as an introductory piece only, but as development for the musical went on director Naseme decided to make it a reoccuring theme in the story, symbolic of the many sides and forces at play during the revolutionary period.
The song’s meaning was expertly twisted for the crowd as they listened on to the musical, watching first as the young Mosoanei, both naive and idealistic, struck the chorus on a warm spring day. Behind her an image of blossom trees fluttered to life on a grand video screen, and around her stagehands from above tossed down brilliant hues of red and pink as the woman reached her crescendo.
The second occurance of Ode to Yesteryear could not have been any different. The crowd gasped as the orchestra boomed heavily on their drums, simulating the sounds of explosions and artillery that slowly died away into a lifeless scene. The first appearance of Yusache Yakote, a private in the royal army turned revolutionary, was not one of childlike glee and happiness, but grounded in the hardship of war and rebellion that most modern Yechians shunned from thought. Truly the idea of a war in the modern age, one that pitted young men and women against a primordial foe, was unimaginable—it was a fearful and sickening thought for those in attendance, but for the time in which the national myth of the Epesepo emerged, it was every bit reality. Yakote’s words have a twisted meaning as he returns to his company, singing of the sky as the bastion of artillery and planes, the trees as cover from forest snipers and ambushes, and the very nature of existence as one of tantalizing dread from each engagement.
Yet, as if on purpose to be paradoxical and ironic, the tragic variant of his song dies away as he returns to his comrades-in-arms. There a more traditional scene takes place, as the troops dance around with unloaded rifles—and old and once fashionable style of revolutionary dance that is now often evoked as a form of factitious nostalgia for the unlived old days. In a prolonged silence Yakote watches, and as his comrades approach to hand him his own rifle, he slowly takes hold and joins into the march, once again adopting the spirit of a revolutionary forefather.
On the upper level of the Revolutionary Theater, in attendance at the private seats towards the middle, was the presence of a few government officials. Most of them were unnoticeables; city officials and council members from the local precincts that not many people knew, and thus were almost in disguise in plain sight. Yet it benefited them that their esteemed guest for the evening was none other than Neuan Yeatokai, the Premier of the Yechian State.
The Premier carried herself in a formal way, accentuated by her age and stereotypes in Yechia regarding the degree of work expected of the elders, whom were seen as more of laboring masters than lazing retirees. Yeatokai was dressed in a gray ensemble of a business coat and skirt, and the woman’s face eyed the performance with reserved enjoyment, having minored in revolutionary history herself during her college days. Though she accepted the performance as artistic liberty, she was happy that the director seemed to take a sincere approach to a fantastic retelling of history, and intended to meet him after the show to express her thanks.
There was something always professional about the woman, even in a performance like tonight which was full of working class citizens off from their job and enjoying the evening. It was perhaps the way her lips were pursed together, or how her jawline was cut short and tucked inwards to give her a more angular appearance. Perhaps it was neither and instead her eyes, which were pulled at the side with aged wrinkles, looked up and down at the performing stars and watched them carefully with a revered ideal.
As the musical continued on a Yechian gendarme entered from the front, dressed in his black uniform and riding gloves. He spoke with a manager at the front for only a moment, flashing his rank and was quickly sorted through to where the Premier was on the upper level. The man approached cautiously, pausing as the woman turned to look at him and he apologized for interrupting the performance and spoke a very simple statement to her.
“The General Secretary has had a heart attack.”
The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, Vatreya, and Dragov
TAVOKKOGA RAKAA
| Kumuneen Rakei Arparavon so Arrutton | Sentonnaada usa, 325 | Rokkuo gaisana Ϙ52 |
| News from Rakavo for Arpalia and Lerodas | First edition, 325 | Single issue Ϙ52 |
“Emerald Council should step down”
Members of the Chamber call Council’s actions ‘just short of a coup’
ORSIMME | Several members of the Chamber at the Crossroad (Muonge Raispordista, Rakavo’s parliament) have accused the Emerald Council (Hansavo Tiunerteen) of overstepping their constitutional powers while dealing with the potential outbreak of an epidemic in the States of Karkaiti and Taassavo a couple of weeks ago. Member Kaansi Toissoni (Onori) even went as far as claiming the Emerald Council’s actions were just short of a coup, undermining the status quo and disrespecting the powers that be of the Allied States of Rakavo and bringing the population in jeopardy. A motion has been put forward demanding the members of the Emerald Council to step down.
“It is clear to me that the members of this Emerald Council are not satisfied with the powers that have been bestowed upon them by the constitution and the States”, Toissoni elaborated. “They abused a small epidemic in two States to enact their unlawful agenda, claiming that the outbreak could only be tamed by a curfew and by imposing a General Command upon the States, the latter being a military measure that completely contradicts the non-military nature of the issue at hand. The members of the Emerald Council are nothing but criminals; they should step down and be prosecuted according to the law!”
Not all members agree with this point of view however. “It is like the Grand Pensionary explained: they could not have known the potential consequences of the epidemic outbreak so they did whatever they thought was right”, according to member Ortungoda Suopasaira (Booda). “The General Command is however indeed a military course of action. It would be good to discuss the creation of similar, non-military measures that can be taken to deal with events that threaten the nation.”
Grand Pensionary (Taissi Hansaika) Hana-Luoka Sankaidenni explained earlier that the Emerald Council sought to protect the nation rather than harm it. “The task of the Council is to detect and deal with problems that supercede the scope of the individual States. The States created this Council years ago to do this, so this is exactly what we did. We stress the need for the measures that we have taken; we are glad that they were necessary for a short while only but without them, the situation may have gotten worse – much worse, even – than we now dare to think”, Sankaidenni said. “The Emerald Council is not the enemy of the States nor were its members appointed to act as such, and I must say that it is slightly offensive that some think otherwise.”
There will be plenty of time for the members of the Chamber to debate the issue; the vote has been scheduled for Ateruvona (Atheriaday) next week. If the Emerald Council is voted out of office, its members can’t be prosecuted immediately as incumbent and past members of high political offices in Rakavo have automatic immunity for the rest of their lives. The Chamber at the Crossroad doesn’t have the power to lift immunity however but the parliaments or (in absence thereof) the highest judical organ of the States do have that power. In order to make a prosecution possible, all States would have to vote in favour of lifting the immunity of the Emerald Council members or they would be able to reside in one of the States and avoid prosecution.
The current political system was created in 223 when it became clear that the States of Rakavo needed a more permanent institution to take care of their common interests than the ad-hoc deliberation system that had been in place until that moment. At the moment the 23rd Emerald Council has been in place since 321, headed by the 16th Grand Pensionary; elections for the next EC will take place in 326. Although Grand Pensionaries are reeligible, it is suspected that this affair has harmed GP Sankaidenni’s chances of this being considered.
Aatelisia, Nerokhori, Yechia, and Dragov
A Dragovian Horizon
Grom Harbor,midyear
Minister Fontikov thought long and hard as he stared into the horizon. Grom,the once proud military capital of Dragovia was little more than a fishing port now,even with the trade treaties to come it was up to him to revive the once great military force. "But how?" he thought gazing onward at the fishing boats heading in and out of the forlorn harbor.
Drago Fontikov was not a military man,while yes he did serve in the Belkian army he was little more than a private compared to men like Ivanovich (who he had once served under during the war for Admora). Fontikov was a man of poor means and had worked all his life in the mines of Belkia,and now with his meager knowledge he was somehow tasked with making a Defense Ministry for the new government? He scoffed "If Bykov wanted to make use of me why didn't he let me be ministry of the Interior instead of that old buffoon Polak!" He finally thought to himself, "We have a strong maritime based economy,we must be able to protect that and our brothers to the west showed the power of such a force."
Fontikov began to put in place a plan to build a navy for Dragov, one which would be a shining beacon of pride for the nation, and hopefully a step in the right direction in his goal of becoming the Chairman. He sent word to his Minister to draw up ideas for a naval Academy and to offer training to any Captains that would like a chance at a military role. To his surprise many volunteers came in offering there years of experience at the helm of ships. These results would be essential for his proposal to the council,but he would also need steel and oil,which meant one of two things,the nation would have to trade for it,or expand into the small nations that claimed areas of the bay east and west of Dragov.
Fontikov came to the conclusion that it should be expansion not only for the resources,but as a show of power and to strengthen the country's grip on the seas in the far north,he prepared his speech,and his resolve for he had a long debate ahead in the council.
To help those in need
With Dragov now safely secured as a friend of Aatelisia, work could begin to help the fledgling nation reach new heights. The Populist Party of Aatelisia has brought forth a new organization: the Reconstruction and Development Initiative* (RDI for short.) the goal of this new initiative is to help rebuild nations who suffered greatly in conflict or civil war, and/or develop nations that are below average Lerodan standards of living. The nation of Dragov was cordially invited as a beneficiary of the Organization. On top of this, subsidies were to be given to the Syndicalist government to help further in reconstruction and development.
Chancellor Arvo has stated to the public that Aatelisia will continue to pursue good relations with Dragov into the inevitable future, and that they are brothers in the revolution all the same.
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-Reconstruction and Development Initiative*: the Reconstruction and Development Initiative (RDI) is a newly founded organization based in Aatelisia designed to help develop and rebuild nations affected by conflict or simply poor living conditions. The RDI focuses first and foremost on school buildings (if there’s a lack of education), then on roads and powerplants, and lastly ports and housing. The RDI will generally guarantee to employ citizens of the nation they work in, only attempting to employ Aatelisians as Construction Managers, but will request Aatelisian workers if there’s a shortage of labor in the areas they work in.
The RDI generally expects long term repayment of their work at an extremely small interest rate, very generous for the amount of work required of them. Natural resources from the nation they work in is also an agreeable form of repayment.
The United Roman Reich and Dragov
Lerodas Map Update October 6, 2019
UniNet News
The Aatelisian Reconstruction and Development Initiative leads the way for the reconstruction of the new United Union of Dragov. In a joint venture and trusting in the Aatelisians’ local expertise the Union’s Dawnstar Initiative will work through the Aatelisian RDI to secure a swift and progressive rebuilding effort. Employing its time proven concept the Dawnstar Initiative will focus its efforts on hiring local workers to ensure the increase in local employment and and knowledge. Ambassador Tanaka spoke earlier today that the prosperity of the Valkoinen economic region is of utmost importance to the northern countries. Quote, It’s a harsh land up there and when infrastructure fails in the cold people lose their lives, end quote.
The Ambassador ensure that the Union will be fully committed to aiding the Aatelisian reconstruction effort of Dragov.
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“Yes Ambassador, Mr. Maury and I will see to the details this afternoon, thank you once again. I’ll call, Good bye.” Ambasador Tanaka finished his call with his Aatelisian colleague and disposed of his phone within his suit. He was seated by a small dark wood table at a quaint tea house. Opposite to him sat the Operations Director of the Reichsbank, Alex Maury. To their side a conservativley dressed young waitress prepared a fresh serving of tea for the two men. The plates previously belonging to their light lunch had been removed and replaced with the desert. Castella cake with whipped cream and cloudberry jam.
“That’s perfect, Lara. Thank you.” Tanaka thanked the waitress as she finished pouring them their tea and stood to return to her other duties.
Your youngest is about her age now,“ Tanaka addressed Maury as he sampled the hot tea. “Does he have a part time job?”
“Not at the moment, no. He worked as a nightporter during the summer break though.” The banker answered while adding a few drops of cream to his tea. “He did join one of the Service Prep Clubs this semester though, wanted to try out some shooting he said… talking of which, any word on the Peacekeepers yet?”
“No,” Tanaka replied. “Nothing definitive at least. Personally I think the Aatelisians got the situation under control but it’s ultimately up to the Dragovians if they decide that they need the help or not.”
“I suspect that it would make all our workers feel more safe if the snowmen were there.” Maury noted although Tanaka shrugged. “It’s expensive.” the Ambassador said and scooped a bite from the castella with his spoon. A big dollop of cream and jam covering it.
Aatelisia, Yechia, and Dragov
The First Syndicalist Council
1st of Windweave,325. The city of Admora, The Red Square Council Building
The Dragovian Unions had been debating for months on the issues that faced there fledgling nation,now came the first official Syndicalist Council.
The topics that were to be presented were potential expansion in the bay,the infrastructure rebuilding efforts offered by The United Roman Reich and Aatelisia, and the future efforts of the U.S.U as a whole.
Within the strike of midday Bykov approached the podium around him sat all of the representative from the 5 unions and his ministers in there leader's chairs. He steadied himself and began to speak.
"It is good to see all of you here,brothers and sisters of the revolution today is a defining day in history! It is the first of many times this government will meet to discuss the plans of a soon to be thriving nation! We are the dawning sun on this world! A message that the common man can succeed! That he can win over those who would keep him in chains. These past months we have began the process of rebuilding Dragov on every level.But we are not alone in this endeavor! Our brothers and sisters to the west have seen fit to grant us an opportunity to rebuild quicker! To grant jobs to those who do not have them! To push us into a new age of progress and prosperity! But we must stay vigilant in our quest to spread our revolution to the workers of the world. Our neighboring countries have seen fit to do as we did and start revolutions and now it is our time to act! To show the world that Dragov is not a puppet,but a fledgling power of our own! We must save our brothers and sisters,we must strike down there tyrannical government,we must win!"
Before he could even finish the room erupted into applause with standing ovations form all of the ministers. Save one, The Minister of the Interior Dimitri Polak.
Polak a veteran of the first revolution against the Belkian theocracy and a man who took much distaste in the idea of military action.
Minister Polak stood "Mr.Bykov,you speak of war so close to the end of our bloody victory in our own nation! Have you not had your fill? And to invite these "comrades" you praise so much into our lands,while they do offer help it is at the tip of a blade! Both talk of loans,and the Union has the audacity to speak of a peacekeeping core! That Chairmen sounds drastically similar to the inquisition of my younger years,and sounds like a military unit sent to keep us in line with the agenda of a foreign government!" Polak's face was bright red with fury as he spoke,but as concluded another minister rose from his seat with a sinister grin. Minister of Defense Drago Fontikov.
"I see your concerns minister but those of us who know the worth of helping out our less fortunate neighbors,and that the age of theocracy is a long forgotten age see it in a different light. Perhaps you would enlighten us with your almost nationalist sounding point of view Mr.Polak?"
The council erupted into chaos as the two Ministers began to debate alongside their union counterparts
Bykov stepped back to the podium "Enough! We shall vote on it!" Each of the union members casted their vote the result on the infrastructure aid 400 for,200 against. The result of the revolutionary act 301 for,299 against.
"So the people have answered, so it shall be! My government will begin to enact the policies voted in here today,I thank you workers of Dragov and may you have a glorious day." Bykov stepped of the podium pleased with the votes along with him was Fontikov and Bartos who each got there wishes in the passing of each bill.
Bykov looked to Fontikov. "So who do you have for the job?" with a smile Fontikov answered "Who better than the Grandson of the hero of Dragov?"
Bykov stood stunned for a moment "You don't mean?" Fontikov's sinister grin widened "Miroslav Reznov."
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20th of Windweave,outside the border of the Csorti
"Sir the artillery is in position to begin its barrage of the Csortian capital!" a soldier said as he stood at attention.
"Good,Do you know of the Csorti people soldier?" Reznov said as he looked over his battle plans
"No sir i do not"
Reznov smiled "They once were a proud kingdom,with many gods who they prayed to,the city which now serves as the capital was founded by a Great King, a hero to his people" Reznov took a deep breath "Now we will show them what praying gets them" Reznov gave the order to begin the assault on the city and the country itself,within hours the capital fell with multiple thousands of Csortians killed., with only a few hundred Dragovian soldiers lost.
Reznov read the casualty report "To many for an oil field."
The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, and Yechia
UniNet News
Earlier today the MoFEA unveiled that new and major trade deals have been struck between the Union and the United Union of Dragov. Outside of the was economic support supplied by the Aatelisian RDI and the Union’s Dawnstar Initiative a series of major trade deals have been established. A large business deal to rebuild the Dragovian military will see the Union export major military hardware such as tanks and warships to the northern nation. Too further support the Dragovian reconstruction the Union will export machinery and machining tools for industry and factory use. In turn the Union will import more of Dragovian seafood. Furthermore the Union will supply Dragov with factories and machinery adapted for biomass gasification and production of methanol. The refined methanol will be brought by the Union while this new industry is estimated to heavily stimulate the Dragovian forest industry.
The CEO of Voltcan Heavy Industries Katsurou Boesch had the following statement on the deal, quote; We trust in our products and we know that they will help strengthening the integrity and capability of the Dragovian armed forces which will be paramount to the future stability of the region. End quote.
Aatelisia, Rakavo, Dragov, and Germanic mythological consumer cultist
Fall of a Kingdom
Part II: The Fracturing of Government!
136 E8, Palatsinlinna
Dozens of Politicians filled the halls of the royal palace, all gossiping over the recent attempt by Jukka and Erno a few weeks ago to have their revolutionaries storm the Palace and proclaim a socialist republic. While the Attempt was able to be dissuaded from Generals, many felt that Lars Soturi held little sway over the General’s actions on that day. But, the Politicians gathered today in the Parliament not to discuss the happenings of their King, but those Revolutionaries that caused such a fuss. Jukka and Erno both demanded to speak in Parliament, to gets seats in the parliament, or they would call on their militias. While this militia was battered from the previous fight against the Army, many still held high beliefs that their cause was right, and the bullet wounds proved as such.
The Parliament agreed to allow them to speak before them, with Ari Jokinen, the current Prime Minister, and staunch monarchist, sighting that this was a bad idea, as it could show that the Sosialisti were powerful enough to affect the apparatus of state. While many politicians agreed, there wasn’t much choice in the option. When Jukka and Erno climbed up the stairs to Parliament, they were greeted by a massive crowd cheering their entry, with many of their higher following entering with them to listen to what they had to say.
However, as the Radical Erno was about to speak, Jukka began: “We Sosialisti gather here today to challenge this house with their mistreatment of the working class! This parliament and those that sit in it, stomach’s full, care little of the hardships that they face! I will fight in this Parliament to better our resolve against tyranny!”
When Jukka ended, Erno shouted: “Do you believe we are to align with this band of tyrants, stomping against the rights of the workers!?” before Jukka could even speak, Erno lashed out, hitting his former ally with a clenched fist. The Radicals and Moderates of the Sosialisti began to clash, as the rest of the parliament watched in horror, with screams filling the room. As Guards rushed in, the Kommunisti fled, with Erno, battered and bloodied, making a speech afterward on the stairs of the Palace: “Jukka has aligned with Tyranny! The Sosialisti party is dead, and the Kommunisti party will rise!”
Jukka, also bruised from the altercation, made a speech saying that the people will fight on peacefully, and will not align to the king-in-rags that is Erno. the Sosialisti party, going forward, would now be split between the radical Kommunisti party who would fight bitterly in the countryside, and the Sosialisti, who would fight in Parliament. It seemed as though peaceful resolution had failed.
As if it couldn’t get worse for Parliament however, the massive support of the Sosialisti among the workers, while having faded due to the fracturing, has made many politicians think of the events that caused their rise to power. Most specifically, was a group of three, who were able to align much of the Parliament to their revolutionary idea of thinking. These three were Erik Nikula, Erkki Pekkanen, and Heino Mustonen. They believed that the Kingdom must be reformed to survive, Economically and politically. The Kingdom, while having a Parliament, was more Absolute than constitutional, with those of Parliament being more selected from the wealthy aristocracy and monarchy than the peasantry. They called this party the Reformist League, and believed that order would come about from radical change than simply ignoring the problem.
Many politicians sided with this Reformist league, but many more also called it an abomination. Prominent politicians, like the current Prime Minister Ari, called it an attempt to destroy Aatelisia. Many called for a coalition against this threat, with seemingly even the current king denouncing the formation of this reformist league, whether due to believing it infringing on his divine rule, or simply wanting to keep his power as is.
A Coalition league was therefore formed, backed by power aristocrats and politicians alike. Their heads were Arto Heikki, Edvin Teikka, Kaarlo Pajari, and Kustaa Korhonen. Ari, the current prime minister, who’s term as prime minister was ending soon, and him planning for retirement, did not join the Coalition league, as he felt it did not need his help. Lars Soturi backed the Coalition league, seeing it as a common good. The Coalition league promised to stop the Reformists at every turn, with the reformists countering saying they’ll fight them in every battle.
While all of this was happening, the economy still was rocked, with stability, especially after the newly formed political chaos, now becoming a rarer sight, with Socialists and Reformists battling for control against a Coalition, and with Communist partisans preparing for seemingly the final struggle, and the military seemingly retaining armies for a conflict that has long passed.
None wished to give ground politically or economically, with all the world seemingly watching and waiting.
A Workers Economy?
13th of Windweave,325, Ministry of Agriculture
Sokoloff looked over the documentation of the newest resource returns,the fish were still biting,whaling was at an all time high and the coal mines were running stronger than ever. But he pondered a question that had been going around in the Chairmen's cabinet,what sort of economy would dragov truly have? For the most part they still ran by the old ways of resources being owned directly by either the state or the producer and minimal Kronor exchanged more barter then anything,but this new age of economic stability and trade with The United Roman Reich brought to light the need for true structure. Sokoloff was not a major believer of the idea of zero private owned businesses,though he did not think a truly free market would go over well with the unions or the people. He would look at the particulars of the trade deal with the Romans and an idea came to his head what if the state sold off ownership of businesses setting the rules of the contract before someone paid for it,this included the owner knowing the taxing,unionization rights and workers rights,this would allow for major economic growth and allow for those who have saved up there earnings over the years buy something that can not only support the nation but there families. He was usually the more quiet of the ministers and union leaders but this time he had a bill to pass he called it "The Red Dawn" Bill. For once he would show his cards and try to gain a bit of influence himself maybe just maybe he can start the economy that will launch Dragov into this new age,But he would have to work quickly on the particulars and his speech for Bykov cause he had gotten word that Polak had been working on a economic deal for a rather long time and from what he had heard it was a far more government controlled economy branching dangerously close to full blown communism or socialism.A outcome Sokoloff wanted to avoid due to the chance of a tyrannical government being formed through this,and the idea of Polak gaining influence made him uncomfortable especially with a election date being placed in the next two years. He armed himself with a pen,wit,and charm for he had a long road ahead of him to beat the Ministry of the Interior at its own game.
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TAVOKKOGA RAKAA
| Kumuneen Rakei Arparavon so Arrutton | Sentonnaada kavosa, 325 | Rokkuo gaisana Ϙ52 |
| News from Rakavo for Arpalia and Lerodas | Second edition, 325 | Single issue Ϙ52 |
Emerald Council survives Chamber vote
Accusations of bribery after unlikely 21-21 result
ORSIMME | Members of the Chamber at the Crossroad (Muonge Raispordista, Rakavo’s parliament), backed by their respective State governments, have accused one another from accepting bribes after a crucial vote about the dismissal of the Emerald Council ended in a tie of 21-21. The motion demanding the members of the Emerald Council to step down was tabled after some members of the Chamber felt that the Council had overstepped their boundaries of power when dealing with the outbreak of an epidemic. It was widely expected that the outcome of the vote would have resulted in the dismissal of the entire Emerald Council but it turned out very differently.
“The Chamber has voted and the result is clear, although we had hoped for a more substantial support”, Grand-Pensionary (Taissi Hansaika) Hana-Luoka Sankaidenni said afterwards. “It is obvious that the Chamber is divided on the matter but they didn’t vote us out so the task of the Emerald Council is to restore the Chamber’s confidence in us and we will work on that with the same enthusiasm as always.”
Kaansi Toissoni, a member of the Chamber at the Crossroad representing the State of Onori, hardly managed to form a sentence after he emerged from the session; his anger and frustration were clearly visible. “We checked, before the vote”, he muttered; “All week, it was clear that there was a majority in favour of dismissal! This is unbelievable! The votes must have been rigged!” His suspicion is backed by High King Tansan III of Onori, who, through his spokesman, called the vote the greatest farce in the history of the Chamber and urged the leaders of the other states to launch a thorough investigation to find out what happened here and to prevent it from happening again.
Uora Okaitinni, the Chancellor of the Palace of Karkaiti, one of the two States hit by the epidemic, respectfully disagreed with the High King of Onori. “The Chamber voted and although the outcome has come as a surprise, I don’t see any reason to doubt its validity”, he said. “The Emerald Council took action and this caused the end of a problem in my State that could have escalated beyond our imagination if they had done nothing.”
The Pensionary of the State of Eeran, Karana Soonni, warned that these accusations of bribery should not be taken lightly and that they could cause Rakavo to destabilise. He accused the Emerald Council of having acted too irresponsibly. “The balance of power in Rakavo turns out to be very delicate; the actions of the Emerald Council to prevent the widespread outbreak of a disease seems to be causing a domino effect of distrust, although the result might have been the same if the Council hadn’t acted at all. I call upon the other States and the members of the Chamber at the Crossroad to proceed with restraint in this matter.”
Kainuo Possuinni, the Chairman of the Chamber at the Crossroad, tried to calm down all parties involved. “We cannot have that the legitimacy of the Chamber or its members is questioned”, he said. “There are however ways to determine if votes have been cast according to the rules. If a sufficient amount of members thinks that procedures weren’t followed as they should, they should move to establish a legal committee that will open an investigation. Should this committee determine that there have been procedural flaws in the voting process, the vote should be repeated. If they find no evidence of such flaws, the vote shall be considered to be legitimate.” The establishment of a legal committee should however be approved by a majority of two thirds of the members of the Chamber; keeping the 21-21 result in mind, it seems unlikely that enough members would be voting in favour of an investigation.
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The Young Queen
Niccolette sat at her desk quietly, trying to gather her thoughts after a long day in the Parliament and looking over various referendums. A part of her was scared, thinking towards her mother as she thought over her plans for what felt like the billionth time since she had come to power. She always thought she would be older before she would be required to run the island country but terminal illness swept her mother, the Queen, away before any real treatment could be given. At the age of 25, she was held responsible for helping to balance budgets, hear the desires of the people, and look over their past history in order to see them into a brighter future. It was all a bit much for the introverted, shy woman.
But her drive to make sure she did her mother proud and helped the nation grow outweighed her doubts and sometimes sensitivity to others being around her. She had focused on providing education opportunities for her people, advancing in technology so they could further their understanding of the world around them, and help build a fair, steady economy in which even those working the simplest yet essential jobs were able to take care of themselves and their families with change to spare. And in honor of her mother, she made sure to fund advancements in medicine and community welfare to reduce disease and illness among the populace.
Some fought her tooth and nail on the changes she worked to implement, wanting to keep the status quo and power dynamics in favor of one group or another but Niccolette did not back down from her ideals. She knew if they were to prepare for what she felt was a well overdue step into the future that she needed all of her people to have a voice and not just those groomed to become Ministers from a very early age. Some called her a hypocrite even that she was only a leader due to her bloodline. And in response to this, she added additional Parliament seats and revamped their voting system so after her reign the people would get to choose the woman who would sit upon the Throne next.
It had been a long fight. Some changes did not go as smoothly as she would like and she, of course, made her mistakes that turned into her lessons but she felt that her people were happy. Shiniqua was flourishing far greater under her rule than her mother’s. The forest were lush. Crops were strong and plentiful. The people were more aware of how things worked and even some of those who despised her could not help but admit that the country was growing at a rate that even they desired; even if they wished they had more control over it as they did in the past.
Yes, things were in place as secure as they were going to get for what the new Queen had planned. Now, at the age of 33, she was preparing for her next major event in her rule. A move that could either make or break the country if she did not tread careful. Her mother had pointed out to her as a small child that the country had settled well onto the island but she knew that, while she would never see the day, eventually their people would need more room in order to maintain the health of the people. There were only so many resources on the island. And even though those resources were plentiful and their people respectfully harvested what they needed, the ground could not replenish as quickly as we took.
Her mother knew there was other lands to see. Visitors did come and the Shiniquaians treated them as if they were family but the powers that be dared not travel outside of the island and interact with those around them. Those that came before her mother stressed that this is because they wanted to keep their minds free of others’ influence in order to focus on their people. But her mother could see that this would only lead to their eventual downfall. To be isolated made them vulnerable. It stunted them. And Niccollette took her mother’s insight to heart.
If Shiniqua was to grow, it was time that she stepped out into the world in order to learn of those they share the Universe with…
Uzushiogakure no Sato, Nerokhori, and Rakavo
Lerodas Map Update November 4, 2019
The United Roman Reich and Nerokhori
Foundation Statement for The Socialist States of Velcolamitian Emperori
The Velco people have a long and rich history of isolation throughout the centuries. They were originally born as a tribe on the Island of Velcora (3819) and never had much interest in contact with other tribes. Despite this the Velco developed across the ages at a rapid pace, keeping at level with some of the more advanced nations of the world. When the Velco finally felt the grip of the limited resources that existed on their home island. They began to expand across the water to the nearby (Sosori if its not named) Coast, expanding into the largely unpopulated territory, constructing mines cities and ports.
In their early years they encountered significant resistance to their expansion, coming in the form of the Xigall empire (3818 and portions of 3817). The two nations waged a violent war that lasted for many years. The Velco finally managed to come out on top due to their naval strength and gained a significant portion of territory once annexation had been complete. The victory came at a vast cost to the Velco however ant they lapsed into isolation again. This period lasted for about one hundred years or so. In this time, their empire fell into shambles, the colonies began to separate themselves from the home island and the economy of the main empire began to falter and fail. Eventually the former colonies had fallen into small warring states while the Empire lost most of its industrial luster and returned to agriculture and small familial communities. For a hundred years or more this went on, the ancient territories were forgotten and lost. left to the only place where the empires old history was preserved, the great library.
Things were not to remain so however, in the midst of the early 20th century the warlord invaded. He had successfully united the old colonies and had been preparing to invade the old empire for more than ten years. When the invasion came, no one was prepared, it was fast, brutal and resulted in thousands of deaths. The people fled to the eastern end of the island and put up stiff resistance to the warlords troops. However, it was ultimately futile. The Warlords troops were just too numerous and much better equipped for war then a rag-tag group of peasants ever could be.
It was not long after that the warlord finished installing himself as the Emporer. The dynasty of khatam-khut. It was, unfortunately for him, not to last for much longer. His rule and his family were strongly resented everywhere in the realm and riots were a common occurrence. The Emporers handling of them did not help to sooth them either, as each was put down brutally and publicly, this only serving to unify the people against him even more.
This was not how it seemed at first however, as after some time the rebellions began to become less frequent, eventually ceasing altogether. The emperor, satisfied that there would be no more trouble began to relax into a life of pleasure, his closest advisors following suit. Never one to loose a chance for fame, their luxurious lifestyles were publicly displayed across the empire.
Unbeknownst to them, the reason the rebellions had stopped was not because there were not anymore, it was their unification. The rebels had been gathering support and now amassed a force around the empire numbering in the millions. They were sick and tired of seeing the rich guzzle the works of the poorer cast, and had decided it was time for a change. they were not unfamiliar with the populism from the semi-distant nation of RUZ, and they were looking to instate a version of their own. So on Frostend 11, 297 the revolution began. It was [REDACTED] many people, poor or rich were [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] dollars were [REDACTED] on [REDACTED]
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Due to significant... misunderstandings... with the author of the previous sections, the author from this section onward has been replaced.
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The glorious revolution that created the nation we know and love today was found to be successful on Stormbirth 18 298. Our leader Zeloska was rightfully inundated into his leadership position the following day, and all opposing officials, were successfully convinced to Change their minds about him.
Since then, only rapid technological advancement and economic growth have followed. Our nation is becoming one of the most powerful in the world and our navy and constructions are envied by all!
Our borders are growing and our people are happy, we all stand united under Zeloska! Long live the USSVE!
Oh yeah also I’m creating a flag rn
And my capitol should be on the coast of the east side the island, Capitol is called Leveanverth
The Installation
“Cleanup efforts in southwest Yechia have begun to come to a close, restoring a sense of normalcy to a people who have had their lives uprooted by the sudden tropical storm. In my time in Yechia I have seen countless acts of charity and kindness, and every local official I have spoken to claims that there has not been a shortage of volunteers throughout the rest of the republic. In these trying times it is clear that there is a Yechian identity that drives each man and woman to selfishness and brotherhood.”
Lieutenant Ahuru Taera groaned as he held up the remote and clicked the TV off, sighing loudly as he stood up from his seat and paced the length of the room. There wasn’t much of anything on the news unless you wanted to watch foreigners either praise the national system or condemn it, sometimes in the same breath, which was more common from the east now. The spat that the Premier and her government had with Marossia put everyone in Yechia on edge, and the military was definitely not the exception as they sent out new packets of orders and guidelines to most of the bases and installations dotted all across the Yechian coasts and countryside.
Their radar installation located on the northwest island of Koangiu was the most boring of all. The installation’s primary purpose was to watch for invasions or illegal aerial activity from the northeast; the possibility of something hostile coming from the Aboyhv Sea was slim, but Ketamayi had long followed a defensive, militarist, isolationist ideology all wrapped up into one package that resulted in Ahuru walking the length of the consoles in front of him and occasionally glancing at the screens.
“You’re gonna make yourself sick going about like that.”
His partner, Lieutenant Apona Kalua, said with a smirk as she shook her head and returned her gaze back to her computer terminal. The two had been colleagues at the base for a few months now. Ahuru was transferred in from a communications center in the south, which irritated him since he rathered preferred his posting down there; in the south at least he could communicate with others and had a resemblance of a social life, even if it ended at the bunk each night. Apona, on the other hand, had been stationed at the Koangiu installation for nearly a year now, and unlike Ahuru did not complain much and seemed satisfied with her task at the facility.
“I have to look at this place anymore I will be.” Ahuru replied, moving to the center of the room and leaning against one of the barren tables there as he eyed the consoles in front of them. “You think if I complain about nausea to a doctor they’ll give me a few days off?”
Apona rolled her eyes.
“You know I’m supposed to report on any malingering I suspect.”
“You wouldn’t report me, would you?”
“It’d get you out of the station for a while.”
Ahuru chuckled and tapped his feet on the floor as he stood up, heading to the side of the room near another table and pulling up a cup.
“That’s a good one. Anyone ever tell you that you have a sense of humor, Apona?”
“My last partner did.”
“Oh yeah? And what happened to him?”
“He got reassigned.”
Ahuru nodded instinctively even though she couldn’t see him and he finished pouring himself a cup of coffee before grabbing another cup and filling it up. He turned and crossed the room again, handing one to her before he retook his seat beside her.
“Well he and I have that in common then.” He said with a pause, looking at the screen and frowning as nothing interesting happened. “They’ve been reassigning loads of people the last few months all around the country. You’d think the world has gone mad.”
“Maybe it has.”
“Yeah… it definitely seems to have left me behind. I mean, I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. Nothing more than usual.” Ahuru said, looking up at the screens again and sighing.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Apona asked, leaning forward as she looked at him for the first time since they began speaking.
“What? Doing what?”
“Looking at the screen and sighing!” She laughed. “It’s like you almost want something to happen.”
Ahuru thought for a moment before responding.
“Well maybe I do? It’d give us something to do at least.”
“You know we’d be the first to die, right? Like if the Vanhanians invaded they’d bomb us first, you realize that?”
“Um… no—haven’t really thought of it that way, I suppose.”
Apona shook her head in disbelief.
“Yeah they don’t tell you that on the briefing because the chance of it happening is so low, but if something was to pop up on that radar and it turns out to be an invasion… we’re done.”
Ahuru glanced at the screen again and quickly straightened up, turning around as he looked at the console in front of him and tuned back into his work for a moment.
“Is that why you’re so serious all the time?”
Apona glanced at him, smirking.
“It’s a very serious duty, Ahu.”
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The United Roman Reich, Aatelisia, Nerokhori, Yechia, and 2 othersHunaegrod, and Vatreya
The New Age
The TRS Century, one Ruzalkas new dual aircraft carriers sailed slowly towards the shores of the Ruzalkan far east outpost. Grand Admiral Richard Kimmen, along with Secretary for War General Richard Melchett, Chancellor Reinhardt, Field Marshall John Telford, and finally the Air Marshall Floyd Patterson were all aboard in preperation for a meeting arranged by Melchett, far from the shores of Ruzalka.
Melchett moved forward through to the command deck of the TRS Century, being saluted all the while. A cigarette slowly burned in his mouth, and black sunglasses covered his eyes, while his cap covered his head. Another pair of soldiers saluted on the deck, and opened the steel door to the war room. The war room had a dark blue tint all around it, as holo displays were lighting up the room, and screens flickered all around them.
As the other men got up, Grand Admiral Kimmen shouted, "Sir!" and quickly snapped into a Ruzalkan salute. This was quickly matched by the other men. Quickly returning the salute, Melchett gestured for the men to take their seats. Adjusting the medal around his neck with the Ruzalkan Eagle, Melchett took off his hat and took his seat over the holographic display.
"Gentleman, Ruzalka stands now as a new superpower, representing the new era of our people's. Our ships sail uncontested in the waters, and we have positioned ourselves as a new great power." Once again adjusting his medal. "The Director has asked us here today to begin planning for a new operation. As such, no information on this project is to be distributed publicly and no information shall be leaving this room. After extensive planning, a proposal has been brought forward, and the Director has agreed that this plan will be the course of action we shall take if executed."
Grabbing a small drive from his pocket, Melchett inserted it into the holographic display. It showed an image of the world, along with several key cities in Ruzalka and other parts of the world.
"Upon execution of Operation Rebirth, the actual plan shall not take place until 05:00. At this time our submersibles will have been moved within range and prepared for launch. Our Air Marshall shall issue the order for the bombing fleet to be mobilised several hours in advance or with immediate effect."
Clearing his throat, Melchett continued." At the hour, our submersibles and ICBM's shall be launched immediately targeting Koangiu, Ketamayi, New Geneve, Sabyed, Nea Roumatta, Prosperity, Centralis and several other civilian and industrial centres.
"What of Tryorsza?" Asked Reinhardt.
Melchett coughed. "We believe that nuclear strikes at the other Servothinyi cities would be sufficient to overload their network. A traditional bombing campaign could leave valuable technology and salvage for the people of Ruzalka."
"Add it to the list." Reinhardt urged.
"Yes sir." Melchett said after a moment. A small blip popped up on the holographic display showing it being added.
"Our long range bombers" continued Melchett, "will be vital in our campaign. Our ICBM's do not have the range in themselves, and due to a diversion of funding towards the Ruzalkan Air Force. We do however have a significant amount of new long range stealth bombers which can do the damage long before anyone realises what is happening. The amount we shall be sending will be unavoidable to hide, and as such fighter escorts are vital. We have also established a series of diversionary assaults to ensure our real targets are unspoilt. Once these targets are down, the Air Force shall return to refuel and continue to bomb secondary cities with more conventional explosives. This shall take place over the course of around 6 hours after our initial assault. The Navy will be vital in supporting these efforts and must be mobilised immediately after our initial attack."
"Do tell us, General Melchett, what value will these cities have to us once they have been reduced to rubble?" Telford piped up.
Melchett looked at him and smiled. "The bombings and strikes shall effectively destroy the will of the civilian population. Once that is done we can use our invasion forces to effectively secure the remnants of society. Once the radiation clears from the cities hit via nuclear strike, we shall have ample land for colonisation in the distant future. A true new world for Ruzalkan children.
"And what of casualties?" Asked Reinhardt.
"We expect upwards of at least 20 million dead in the first few hours. Several hundred thousand Ruzalkan lives shall be lost as well." Melchett replied. "Valyria shall likely be our buffer, and several million of them shall likely die."
"All for the good of Ruzalka, of course." Added Air Marshall Patterson.
"But to ensure this we must harden our defences at home and our colonies. And with that-" Melchett pressed a button and several nations and cities were removed from the map. What emerged was vast swathes of territory, marked with the stamp of the Ruzalkan Eagle. New cities had emerged with new names, and Ruzalka stood triumphant." We shall secure ourselves a future beyond the Directors wildest dreams."
The men in the room began clapping widly at Melchett presentation, except for John Telford who was much more reserved. "Gentlemen, we stand at the dawn of a new age." Reinhardt proclaimed. The men quickly snapped into a Ruzalkan salute and packing up their equipment. Within minutes, there was little evidence to suggest that the meeting had ever happened, as the deck quickly returned to normal, and the men made their retreat from the ship.
The United Roman Reich, Nerokhori, Yechia, Hunaegrod, and 1 otherVatreya
The vote
Orente Kokaidennika Sookora hurried to the Palace of the Peoples, the enormous modern monstrosity that is the parliament building of Karkaiti. Traffic had gotten worse and worse in the last couple of months, with rush hour expanding to include the hours before and after it, while during the original rush hour traffic seemed to have come to a complete stand still. Orente had chosen to park in a parking garage still at an impressive distance from the Palace of the Peoples and decided to take public transport for the remaining part of her journey. The subway was overcrowded however so although she managed to get in, it was a very uncomfortable trip and because she didn’t manage to make it to the exit in time, she missed her destination but decided not to go back but to walk from her further exit point to the parliament.
The traffic situation in Kavottuga, the capital city of Karkaiti, had been a point of discussion for the last couple of weeks but nobody had come up with acceptable solutions so far that wouldn’t cost an enormous amount of money.
She made it to the Palace just as the session started. It was a non-regular meeting session of parliament; one of the smaller parties in the parliament, the radical conservative Law and Order Party (Parti Eikton so Kurumahavon, PEK), had issued a motion of no-confidence against Uora Okaitinni, the incumbent Chancellor of the Palace (the leader of the government of Karkaiti), and according to the rules parliament must vote about the motion the first working day after the motion was issued, which was today. The motion had little chance of succeeding though as the PEK occupied only nine of 205 seats in the current parliament, although there was a chance that the seventeen members of the Union of Workers of Karkaiti (Gaitten Bongurusonsavon Karkaitika, GBK) may support it. It was just a waste of time and Orente was sure that the Chancellor of the Palace himself would probably not even bother to show up.
Orente tiptoed into the plenary hall and sat down in her seat, which was one of the 84 that her party, the Party of the People’s Action (Parti Uustaan Ravottangai, PAR) currently occupied and which made it the largest party in the current parliament of Karkaiti. Uora Okaitinni used to be a member of PAR as well before he got elected as Chancellor of the Palace.
“Silence please, silence!”, the chairman of parliament said through his microphone. “This parliament is in session. We are here today because of the motion filed by the members of PEK to lift this parliament’s confidence in the incumbent Chancellor of the Palace and his Government on the grounds that his recent policies have endangered the stability and the security of Karkaiti and that it would therefore not be in the best interests of this nation to allow the Chancellor of the Palace and his Government to continue to rule Karkaiti. I will allow the chairman of PEK, Mr Enuo Kainkatenni, to elaborate on this for fifteen minutes at most and afterwards the chairpersons of the other parties may state their parties’ opinions on the matter; five minutes per party. Mr Kainkatenni, the floor is yours!”
Orente didn’t really pay attention to the explanations given by the chairpersons. Most of the larger parties made fun of Mr Kainkatenni as this was not the first time that he had unsuccessfully tried to vote the Chancellor of the Palace out of office. The monotonous speeches made Orente feel drowsy. It was rather quiet in parliament today, she realised suddenly. She looked around and noticed that many of her fellow party members looked kind of serious today and didn’t engage in the whispering that usually accompanied boring speeches like these. Orente thought about it for a moment but then considered that they were probably annoyed that they had to come in just for this vote.
When each party had had their say, the chairman allowed for 30 minutes of questions, which passed rather uneventful as well. Then the chairman called for order.
“Time is up; no Mr Avokatas, I said 30 minutes”, the chairman hammered on his desk. “We will now proceed to vote. If the members of this parliament would be so kind to press the button of your preference on your voting boxes. Voting is possible within the next five minutes.”
Orente pressed the red button, indicating that she was against the PEK motion. As soon as all members of parliament had voted or when the five minutes were up, the votes would appear on a large board, which hang above the chairman and which featured 205 lights, one for each member of parliament, as well as the total number of votes in favour, and against.
The plenary hall now buzzed with voices talking until a sudden sound indicated that the votes were in. The voting board lit up and the members of the parliament started to shout in protest as the chairman announced the results. “108 votes in favour, 83 against, of a total of 197 votes cast”, he shouted, unable to contain his surprise. “The motion carries.”
Orente looked at the bord. She was flabbergasted. Apart from her chairman and her, all members of PAR had supported the motion, which meant that Uora Okaitinni had no political support left to stay in office as Chancellor of the Palace. Today’s vote had very unexpectedly ended in the largest government crisis Karkaiti had known for many years.
She found her way to the PAR chairman, Voda Paasikeinni, who seemed to be in shock. “Orente, what happened? Why did they all vote in favour of the motion? I sent you all messages with instructions, didn’t I?” Orente sighed. “I don’t know; I was late this morning so I didn’t have a chance to check my messages before the meeting. Can we ask for another vote?” Paasikeinni swallowed. “We could, but that would have to be done now and we need to find out first why all other members voted against the party policy..”
Another member approached Orente and the chairman. “Kanto,” Paasikeinni greeted him coldly. “Do you care to explain what happened here?” Kanto Reennet hesitated, before he started to speak. “I and the other members felt that the Chancellor of the Palace not showing up for this vote is a sign of disrespect towards this parliament so we voted in favour of the motion to signal that this parliament should be taken seriously.” He paused. “In that light… A majority of the members have asked me to take over as party chairman; they think that your loyalties lie too much with the government instead of with your own party. I’m sorry Voda, but you have been replaced!”
Kanto turned around and walked away, leaving Orente and Paasikeinni behind with open mouths. “I will have to process this,” Paasikeinni said. “If you will excuse me..” and he walked away as well, leaving Orente alone. She walked to one of the parliament’s bathrooms, which she found empty, and checked her phone. Four new messages. The first was from Paasikeinni, cheerfully urging her to vote against the motion of no-confidence.
The second message was from an unknown number. It contained a video showing her eight-year old daughter Erinne in the playground of the park near their house. The video ended with instructions to vote in favour of the motion and to refrain from alerting the police or even talking with anybody about what she had just seen.
The third message was from her daughter’s school, asking why Erinne hadn’t arrived yet.
The fourth message, some ten minutes after the vote, was from her husband, saying that Erinne was in an accident.
“Oh my.. I voted against!” Orente shouted. She collapsed on the floor, crying.
A Third Faction
A Co-post with 
Servoth
Vsevolgrad, Southern Hunaegrod
As civil war raged across Hunaegrod between the Monarchists under Tsar Vsevolod and the Revolutionaries led by Vlad Morozov, cities and towns alike have been turned to rubble by the war, turning the Hunnish people to foreign ideas as the chaos continued. On the outskirts of the Hunnish Tsardom was a Vsevolgrad, untouched by the two factions but was a breeding ground for ideas against the crown, and soon groups competing for control over Vsevolgrad became a single group earning control over the city.
This group had gathered more support than any other, a group of machinists who had ranked in the tens of thousands originally, now numbered in the millions who supported their cause. They were led by led by Kazimir Smirov, a Hunnish man who had earned much of the people's support within Vsevolgrad, and if his faction were to win Hunaegrod itself, support would have to be earned outside Hunaegrods borders. If they didn’t, the revolutionaries and monarchists would turn their city to rubble before the war was done.
Kazimir sat in the old palace which the Hunnish royalty would carouse and party in, now their dining room had become a place for negotiations. Kazimir sat on one end of the table, his hair was a dark brown, short, straight and well-kept, he wore a black tuxedo with a white tie. He sat with other Hunnish men beside him. Looking to the opposite end of the long dining table sat a diplomat from Servoth. The chandelier above everyone swayed slightly, the candles on it flicked, and the lights around the room washed the darkness out. Kazimir let out a cough before beginning to speak.
“Evening gentlemen let us cut to the chase of this meeting. We cannot support our own men on the frontline, we don’t have the equipment.” He said truthfully, standing up from his seat. “Which is why we are in the presence of a diplomat from Servoth, for we cannot win this war alone.”
It was not often Servoth looked beyond its own borders for allies, but a desperate situation had developed where the Servothinyi, and the Zevrons who controlled the state, were deeply worried about the growing Ruzalkan threat. A threat seeming growing from all sides, surrounding the world’s only Machinist state in totality.
The Diplomatic Authority had taken the first step in rectifying this problem by agreeing to a defensive military alliance with Yechia. But that alone would not ensure Servoth’s absolute safety, and the machine race’s safety with it.
So the Military Authority would take the next step, if allies were few abroad, then the next logical step was to create one. And if the Machinists could prop up a Machinist government in Hunaegrod, one wholly loyal to Servoth, that would be most excellent; even if these were only humans, and not the machine race the Zevrons really wanted in power.
General Kyriosz-510, a neon green eyed Zevron with a silvered face, dressed in the white and grey general’s uniform of the IMAS army, had been selected to carry out the task of ensuring this man Kazimir succeeded.
“Thank you, Comrade Kazimir, Servoth has always been committed to the ideal of a Machinist world. Indeed, Servoth was once like Hunaegrod, destitute and ruled by the old order, broken and in crisis by the great strain of the two Gravolic Wars. It was only with the rise of the first generation of AI, the Old AI, my technological ancestors, that Servoth was able to rebuild and stabilize itself. The organics of Servoth now live in unrivaled material conditions, in a technological utopia. As a Zevron, the latest generation of the Machine Race, it is my duty to assist the world in coming to the realization that a Machinist world is the most ideal.” Kyriosz paused for a moment, making note of each face of every man around the table, his glowing eyes brighter than the candlelight, “Thus, Servoth is fully committed to helping Hunaegrod in its endeavour to recreate itself, to take the next step in evolution.”
“You couldn't have said it any better Kyriosz. A machinist world will be better for all. For both man and machine we will build a utopia together. But first we must defeat the revolutionaries and monarchists that fight over the ruins of our once great nation to finally achieve this dream.” Kazimir sat down, clasping his hands together and shifting documents directly in front of him, and glared at the Zevron with a pen in hand. “What can the Servothinyi provide?” He asked, shifting into a more comfortable position within the seat.
Kyriosz was somewhat puzzled, the funny ideas that humans had about the new order that the Zevrons were building, and that the old AIs before them had been planning. It would be a utopia, yes, but a machine one. Where organics would be allowed to exist and live a good life, but have no control; but if maintaining this lie of ‘equality’ was necessary to establish the new order, he would play along.
“The question is a wrong one. You should ask what can we not provide. For it would be far easier to list.” General Kyriosz said, his tone mildly haughty, “Our factories are among the most efficient in the world, we’ve had nearly six decades to maximize our production. And since we have been preparing for the worst of wars imaginable, in the face of the unstable geopolitical order of current, our war materiel is in surplus. We can supply you with whatever you want, small arms, artillery, aircraft, missiles, uniforms, equipment. Name it, and you can have it.”
Kazimir nodded, a confident smile carved across his face, as he let out a sigh of relief. “Now this is very good to hear.” He began shifting through the documents again, pushing his glasses up and beginning to scan through another piece of paper. “We’re in need for about everything, we lack the equipment and air support the monarchists have, and the numbers the Revolutionaries have obtained.” He took a pause, nodding slightly. “We will not forget this kindness Servoth has given us. We will make sure anything you grant us will be repaid in time.”
Kyriosz eyes remained unblinking, a burning green glow, the material situation of the Machinists in Hunaegrod was worse than he thought. Ensuring a solid line of defense would require more work than simple equipment shipments.
“We expect repayment in the form of success,” Kyriosz stated, “but we can see this is an unfair fight. To assist in your evolutionary development, Servoth will assist you directly in this war. The Integrate Machine Authority of Servoth shall defend Machinists anywhere in the world that they may be. You will have Servothinyi troops by your side, marching to the doorstep of the Tsar.”
“I cannot thank Servoth enough.” Kazimir nodded. “A great future for Hunaegrod comes ever closer!” He pushes his chair back, straightening the documents in front of him. “With the Servothinyi behind us, the Monarchists and Revolutionaries will tremble before a united machinist force against them.”
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