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Good afternoon, TNP.
Territorio di Nessuno and Brevada
Several days after the announced Pascalia province of Brevada, TGP member Torsten Pascal drafts a proposed trade agreement to purchase 280million kg of textiles over the course of the next twelve months. 50% paid up front, with the remainder paid in twelve month payment plan. The Kaziblause government awaits Brevada’s response to the proposed contract.
The Prime Minister took more than a minute to respond. Fuming on the inside, he remembered what his secretary had told him before. So he took a second to breathe, took a drink from his water glass on his table, and began to speak again.
“What I want, is protection of Tanabon, and protection for my people, so much so that the heat of passion has took me, and I apologize. What I seek from the delegation of Puczovska is a N.A.P between Puczovska and the alliance of Pax Havenica. If that is what we recieve, I will anull my anullment of the L’accord era agreements.”
Puczovska, Lorigia, Warsaw-Halicz, 5 Kingdoms of Britannia, and 3 othersKirina, Brevada, and Kaziblause
Welp I'm going to grillby's
Warning gore and violence ahead
Khan was spent. His sheild burnt to naught but ash to kill a flamethrower by clogging its nozzle with bone and flesh, then ripping the trooper dumb enough to use such weapon throat out. His axe was dull, his eyes felt heavy and that sun was getting low. He was stuck in old quarters. Smell and rotten just like his old country he guessed. He remembered his old home in Puczovska before it was taken away from him.
He heard movement outside, another wave? No one entered. No bullets ripped through the walls. He smelt gasoline. He was too tired to move, he was running on the blood he taken from his victims he claimed 78 men lives today. Not proud he knew he could kill more if he used his sheild as first thought. Yes if he had his right leg would not be held together by duct tape and his armour.
He slumped down next to wall as fire consumed the main door and spread thought the building. He laughed, one last mad laught he thought, before darkness claimed him. He slipped through the floor boards underground where a true fire would be waiting for him. He had his own room prepared by her by know. Who his god with laugh at his cowardice but he couldn't fight not now, never again?
With old housing quarters burnt to a crisp and nothing leaving it above ground alive the naval port fell to communist as the sun set, on there finest hour.
"I'm gonna need men" begged stern he was on his hands and knees "accept help from Tanabon please primeminster! The nations future hangs in balance we must act before it's too late." Stern, Genreal stern words hanged heavy in the air of conference room. They had all been here since 1pm and now Harrison, hailfax, Edward and Neville looked at stern each having there own solutions and opinions. Ut only one voice mattered.
"No" said Neville Chamberlain "we will talk more in the moring but I will not send men especially thoose monsters you call red hunters into a civilian sense area! Give me information and I might reconsider my position. GOODNIGHT" Nevile left, and slowly one by one they all did but stern remaind still on his hands and knees crying. It took stern aide to use 2 bottles of brandy to make Stern drunk enough that his shock wore off into a unconscious state. Stern most wonderful iade than dragged stern to a couch and let him sleep. "He need all the rest he can get "o survive tommrow meeting" whispered stern personal aide "my lord preserve us all" prayed the aide as he turned his head skyward and stared into the black void of the heavens above.
Post self-deleted by Brevada.
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