WA Delegate (non-executive): The Nomadic Naturalists of Grantziska (elected )
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The Largest Trout Fishing Sector in United Union of Sovereign States
The World Census conducted frenzied haggling with fishmongers in order to determine which nations have the largest fishing industries.
As a region, United Union of Sovereign States is ranked 6,154th in the world for Largest Trout Fishing Sector.
|1.||The Jingoistic States of Strost Hauseria||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Peace in Unity”|
|2.||The Republic of ALBANIA1||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Together, forever”|
|3.||The Empire of Free California Republic||Left-Leaning College State||“I'll take a potato chip, and EAT IT!”|
|4.||The Democratic Republic of Paculandia||Father Knows Best State||“By The People For The People”|
|5.||The Nomadic Peoples of Eucalyptiia||New York Times Democracy||“Peaceful unless attacked, together unless shattered.”|
|6.||The Dictatorship of Hard Bratik||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Fortitudinem per obsequium”|
|7.||The Empire of Spyre||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Freedom through Loyalty”|
|8.||The United States of Eat a horse||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Kill Alex state or Eat a HORSE!”|
|9.||The Empire of Alex state||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Chicken nuggets”|
|10.||The United Commonwealth of Velyr||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Officium, Honore, Gloriam”|
- : The Nomadic Naturalists of Grantziska updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Nomadic Naturalists of Grantziska updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Nomadic Naturalists of Grantziska updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Democratic Republic of Paculandia was ejected from the WA for rule violations.
- : Lodsamoney ceased to exist.
- : The Kingdom of McDonalds Archipelago arrived from The Pacific.
- : The Republic of Communist-California departed this region for The Pacific.
- : Naziger ceased to exist.
- : The United Kingdom of Great Ostria and Vaerland arrived from The Pacific.
- : Northarnia ceased to exist.
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“Oh my, would you look at the time.” Richard checked his watch, it was 10:30.
“It would be best to prepare for the meeting. The motorcade leaves at 12 noon sharp, and I expect you’d want to be as prepared for this address as possible.”
With a nod from Henry Williams, they made their way back towards the palace.
Richard changed into his army uniform, it had been washed, ironed and prepared the previous evening. Once he was dressed, he signalled an aide to summon his Private Secretary, Mr Browning.
“Good Morning your August Highness, the speech for the address is prepared and ready.” said Mr Browning as he entered the room, handing Richard several pieces of paper.
“Thank You James, you’ve been a great help. Could you do me a favour and check on my Wife to see if she’s ready?”
“At once Sir.” Mr Browning said as he exited the room with a slight bow.
Richard made his way down to the foyer, the motorcade was already on standby. Alicia arrived within the next five minutes, sporting an elegant beige dress.
“Good Morning dear, I hope you enjoyed your walk with Henry.”
“I did indeed very much. I’ve learnt quite a lot about our new friend.”
“I hope you had a good rest.” he said, embracing her. She nodded as he planted a kiss on her forehead. They had a moment while waiting for Henry who came down at a quarter to twelve, dressed impeccably.
With the delegations assembled, they boarded the Motorcade and made their way to the Capitol Building.
Seems like there is a problem in Hard Bratik... It's collapsing under its own economy. Rebels have taken over the capital.
There is a SOS Beacon on the peninsula of the UUSS.
After the garden stroll, Henry went back to his room. He had an hour and a half to be ready and be down at the motorcade to go to the capitol building. Something told him Richard would be going with a military uniform and so he decided to wear his uniform too. He'd gone to officer school when he was sixteen, and had finished it in two years, three months before his dad died. He'd earned his stripes, and would wear the black uniform with crimson accents proudly, plus it would fit with the theme of his speech perfectly: the military benefits, the economic benefits and just how similar the countries were. The fact that they were neighbors was also helpful.
He walked out of the room at around 11:30. He'd chosen a few special military decorations to wear; the Legion of Glory breast star, the Nordaxican Eagle, and the Black Cross. The Legion of Glory breast star had been awarded as an honor to him by Richard himself, while the Nordaxican Eagle was for heroism when his father had been shot and the Black Cross was when he himself had been wounded during a raid. He took part in raids when he was younger and had taken a bullet to the collarbone during one. The man who saved him received a Golden Cross, the award for saving a life in combat. He had other awards but he felt these would demonstrate a stronger sense of who he was, rather than a chest full of medals for simply visiting a combat zone or technically being in all branches of service as the Autocrator- Generalis. He wanted to show character, not fake achievements his High Chamber demanded he accept.
As he walked down the empty halls, occasionally passing a staffer, he realized he had plenty of time before he had to be at the motorcade. He walked outside, where he propped himself up against a column and went over his speech while smoking a cigar. When he was confident he had it down, he went back inside to dispose of the cigar; all of the ash still intact. When he came back out, everyone was already waiting for him. How time had flown, at first no one was waiting except him but when he came back, everyone was waiting. Nevertheless, he was on time and he and Richard were both wearing smart military uniforms. He nodded at Richard as a sign of respect before ducking into the car. It was time to head to the capitol building.
"Hmmm. They do look oddly suspicious. Don't worry. Because I'm not the average female. I always carry a smoke bomb on me. For example. The one taped to my thigh. Which I am holding."
She stays tremendously calm as the sharp sound of a pin being pulled happens under the table. After a second she tosses a metal canister towards the men. In a small instance the restaurant is filled with grey smoke.
The sound of her laughing over takes the sounds of screaming. She grabs her date by his collar before running to the door. She jumps in the air and kicks the main man in his face and use him to knock the glass door down. She and the date exit the building as she triggers the second one taped to her leg filling the sidewalk and street with smoke.
Civilians start to scatter causing commotion as they run around. Sulanna opens the door to the car and pushes her date into the car and passenger seat. She slides into the driver seat and takes off quickly as power is out into the wheels.
”so. Hows the first date?.”
Jomm sat in a restaurant, feasting on seafood and talking with other civilians. The restaurant was Asian food (his favorite) and was dazzled with the luxurious look. The lights were dim, giving the restaurant a warm look. Red lined the walls and gold was on the outsides. He was in a conversation with the civilians about the colonies Velyr had. They talked about the topic and cracked a couple jokes. It was always good to have others on your mind. He sipped a cup of tea as he talked to them. "So how's your day?" Jomm asked. The citizens responded to him with the 'usual, doing pretty good' response. A waiter came to the table giving them their dish. Spicy clam, his favorite. He bit into it until the restaurant he was in shook violently. Tables fell over, plates shattered. This was an earthquake. Screams were heard outside the windows, and glass scattered across the floor. It was chaos inside the restaurant. Shelves fell down, crushing people, glasses fell, stabbing the civilians with its red glass. The earthquake was the biggest in Californian history. "This might impact other countries!" Jomm started thinking. There were 3 minutes of shaking until the earthquake had stopped. He got up from under his table and looked around. The restaurant was decimated, the roof caved in. There was smoke coming from what was the kitchen. He walked out of the wreck, finding only a few of the civilians he was talking with by his side. He ran down the street, looking for any survivors. The city, once prospering was now reduced to rubble. Survivors came out of some wrecks, but he didn't see many around. He looked around and saw a broken shop with a TV in it. He came in through the door frame, staring at the dusty TV in the shop.
"A 4-minute earthquake just happened in Newport Beach. The estimated casualty count is 1,500."
The TV showed a city being shaken down like sand from an hourglass. He watched in horror as the power went out in so many buildings. This had happened to his country, his people! He watched the television closely like he did as a child for his favorite cartoons. But this isn't memories, this is the reality of the world.
"People of the Far Western province have started to lose faith in the government."
Then it showed a decimated town, destroyed by the earthquake, burning to the ground. A group of protesters held up signs that signaled opposition for the Free California Republican government.
He looked out the broken window of the TV shop. He had never been this sad before. The restaurant he had been in only 10 minutes ago burnt to the ground. The lonely sign was the only thing left.
Richard’s eyes stayed fixated on the television screen as a newscaster reported the devastating damage caused by the earthquake. The city of Newport Beach in the FCR, had just been destroyed. He picked up his phone and dialed the Secretary of State.
“Mr Harrington, I would like to extend an offer of aid to the FCR. Telegram their government and request permission for our aid workers and military personnel to be at the disaster zone within 24 hours. Also, inform them that we are willing to discuss the contribution of disaster relief funds.”
“I’ll get to it at once Your August Highness!” Mr Harrington replied, before Richard hung up and returned his attention to the television.
The carnage was devastating. The casualty count had risen drastically images of destroyed buildings and injured victims filled the screen. Richard however remained calm, stoic as ever, filled with singular purpose. It was important for Velyr’s emergency workers to be the first to arrive. A display like that would greatly improve the country’s reputation; his reputation. Velyr and Richard by extension, would be seen as a force for the common good and receive much international praise. Suddenly, he had an idea.
“Mr Browning, prepare my combat gear and safety equipment. I’m going to the FCR.”
“Forgive me if I overstep Sir but are you sure this is wise? You’ll be putting yourself in unnecessary danger, there could be aftershocks. Not to mention, their country is rather leftist, such an action could send the wrong message. God forbid if someone were to try to take the opportunity to assassinate you.”
Richard pondered a moment, deciding that the reward was worth the risk. “It’s alright Mr Browning, but I’ve made my decision, we’ll leave with the rest of the Taskforce; that’ll give us sufficient military protection.”
“Very well Sir.” The older man said as he left the room to fulfill Richard’s order.
Richard reminisced about the past, he hadn’t been in combat gear for a very long time. He felt a rush of adrenaline course through his body, excited about the prospect of an adventure. Fun would have to wait though, the optics for this venture were of paramount importance. He imagined the headlines that would follow,
‘Prince Protector Richard personally leads Relief Taskforce’
‘A Prince Protector, not just in Name but in Deed’
‘Velyr’s Prince Protector, the new Prince Charming’
Whatever the danger, the benefit to Velyr’s reputation was worth it. Soon, the other nations in the United Union would respect and admire the name of the United Commonwealth. No longer would they be just another nation, but a leader in international affairs and it all banked on how the next 24 hours went.
Jomm sat in the wreck of his Capitol, huddled with his cabinet members in a bunker. The bunker was dark and abandoned. A ray of sun stretched out from a lonely window by the side. There was a knock on the door. "Sir, you've received a telegram from Vely'rs Ulysses Harrington." Jomm now spoke in a solemn, serious manner. "I see. Well, the country is in ruins, might as well have help." He read it:
"To the Government of the Free Republic of California,
His August Highness, the Prince Protector would like to extend his most sincere condolences to all Free Californians. This earthquake is a great tragedy and our government and people would like to do everything we can to aid you in this time of grievous need. We request permission for our Taskforce and essential military personnel to be granted entry and safe passage to the disaster zone. The Taskforce will be comprised of Medical and Emergency Service personnel as well as His August Highness himself, who will be personally leading the Taskforce and commanding operations on the ground.
Our government would also like to extend an offer of disaster relief funds to your nation to aid with rebuilding from this terrible catastrophe. These funds will be loaned, interest-free and be repaid through a ten-year installment plan that will commence once the emergency period is over.
We await your response
Secretary of State
The United Commonwealth"
"Yes! Our country is getting disaster relief! I can't thank Ulysses enough. Mr. Kjell, can you grab me the pen and paper? I'm writing a telegram to Sir Harrington." He wrote quite quickly for how he normally did. He wrote a letter of thanks and happiness to Mr. Harrington. He appreciated his help. The city was being rebuilt by the minute, and everyone's lives were back to normal. But it did look like a war zone out there. "I don't know what else to say!" Jomm exclaimed. "Deliver this telegram ASAP! Oh! It'll be so much fun rebuilding the country–that once was."
Henry was awoken in the middle of the night by a phone call to his personal number. He awoke groggily by the second ring, he picked up the phone by the fifth. He didn't want to be awoken at such a late hour, it was approximately 3:20 am when he checked the alarm clock, which sat right next to the phone, casting it's dull red glow across the room. The person on the other side of the line spoke first.
"Hello sir, sorry to wake you, but there has been an emergency. There was an earthquake in the FCR, early reports are suggesting numbers easily above a seven on the Richter, and casualties in the thousands. I thought I should wait to inform you until morning but Ms. Tate suggested otherwise. Anyways sir, what should we do?"
He rubbed his eyes and thought for a moment. He yawned and then replied,
"Mobilize the troops. The FCR may not be our most vital ally but they're still an important asset to the region. Get some jets ready to protect their airspace and helicopters or VTOL transports to send teams to their important cities. People love to take advantage of situations like this for looting and vandalism, could even turn into riots. Get me a personal line to Jomm too, I met him at the ball and I think I put his number in the directory. We need to be sure of his safety so that they can rebuild, once we find out where he is, I want a special forces team sent there to make sure he and anyone with him is safe. By the way, who is this?"
"This is Jonathan sir. And I'll have the Generals mobilize their forces, and I'll open the line for you. Anything else sir?"
"No, no. That should be all. Thank you Jonathan."
He hung up and got himself dressed. He had a lot of work to do. First he would have to examine the treasury, he didn't want to make Veronica do it. Usually she would do it, as they had decided not to get a finance minister. He questioned that decision, and made a mental note to hire some more personnel, but now was not the time for such issues. After he examined the treasury in order to find out how much he was willing to send to the FCR, he would head down to the War Room and get the special forces team ready. He knew he had asked Jonathan to do it, but Jonathan wouldn't have the necessary authorisation to mobilize a team of elite units. Henry planned on mobilizing the SWORD team, they'd be able to properly manage this dangerous situation of extracting and securing a world leader. As he started towards the finance building, which was only a block away from his luxury apartment in the capital, his phone buzzed. Looks like Jonathan had gotten him connected faster than expected. He picked it up and waited for Jomm to answer, which he eventually did.
"Hello, is this Jomm? Hi, this is Henry. I've heard about your plight and I've authorized 13,000 troops to arrive in your country today, and another 17,000 are ready and waiting should we need them. I'm also prepared to donate a large sum of money to your country to help with the rebuilding. All I need is your permission to do so. Also, I must ask, where are you currently located? I'd like to send a special forces team to escort you to safety, whether that be here in Nordaxica or somewhere in your own country, that will be up to you."
Richard sat snugly in his command chair as the VAT 40 rattled in the turbulent wind, heading towards the FCR. The plane was just one of a convoy of twenty- five that had been mustered at short notice in response to the earthquake. Some of the planes carried personnel while others were loaded with essential equipment and aid supplies. He turned his head to observe his security compliment, the men were taking turns to rotate between being on duty and sleeping. They had taken off immediately after getting clearance from President Jomm, aiming to be the first nation to put men on the ground.
Richard fiddled with his beret, it’s shape had kept though he had not been worn it in years. The military personnel had all donned their green pixelated uniforms and Richard was no exception. He pressed a button on his arm rest and a screen descended from the ceiling above.
“What would you like to view Sir?”
“Display Flight Plan and ETA.” Richard commanded.
At once, the screen lit up, showing a map of the area they were travelling over. The plane was over the north of Esin Rine and would be entering Free Californian airspace within the hour. At the bottom left of the screen was displayed,
‘Time to Destination: 3 Hours 26 Minutes’
‘I wonder if Henry is also planning on aiding the FCR but I’ll be damned if he gets there before us.’ Richard thought.
The icon that represented the plane inched ever closer to the border.
“Display front view.” Richard commanded and the screen immediately changed to display footage taken from the camera positioned just below the nose. It was nearly dawn, the clouds displaying a flourish of bright reds and oranges. Richard enjoyed playing with the Voice Command System, he had ordered it integrated into his plane’s system to make travel requests more convenient.
Richard closed his eyes, he would catch some sleep before they reached Newport Beach. Time passed by quickly as he indulged in his rest and he was summarily awoken by the pilot’s voice, which boomed over the intercom.
“Attention! Look Alive! We have begun our descent and will arrive at Newport Beach shortly!”
One of his guards handed him a warm towel with which he wiped his face, he couldn’t afford to look bad today. He fitted on his beret, ensuring the crest was aligned properly. Within minutes, they were through the clouds and Richard gazed out the window to catch a glimpse of the devastation. He buckled down as the three hundred tonne prepared to land at the airstrip.
Once the convoy had landed, they wasted no time in unloading the supplies. Several land vehicles had been brought along and Richard, accompanied by his Chief of Security, Major Freeds, promptly boarded his bulletproof VATT which is short for Velyrian All Terrain Transport. As soon as the first transports were ready, they set off towards ground zero.
“Major, inform President Jomm that we have arrived and are making our way towards Tangent Point.”
“At once Sir!” The Major said, as he dialled the Free Californian leader.
After a brief exchange, Major Freeds hung up, with a concerned look on his face.
“Sir, I’ve been informed that the Nordaxicans are on their way. They’ve extended an offer of safe harbour in Nordaxica and relief funds to President Jomm. The Free Californians have not replied to them as yet. Your orders Sir?”
Richard took in the information. He needed to alter the plan, he wasn’t going to let his public relations spectacle be upstaged. He needed President Jomm to remain in the FCR, not carried off to Nordaxica.
“Major, inform President Jomm that we have our security team on hand and will be able to secure him here in the FCR at a location of his choice.”
“Very well Sir!”
Richard gazed at the passing countryside as they thundered down the freeway. Fortunately, the highways had not been affected much by the earthquake and were largely intact, enabling them to move quickly.
‘Jomm had better listen to sense and stay here. He’ll be voted out if he leaves. Perks of being a democracy I suppose.’ He thought to himself.
It was going to be a long day.
Meanwhile in Oceton, a meeting in the Maritime Grand Senate is held concerning the recent earthquake in The Free California Republic; there are mixed emotions in the council concerning the earthquake, with half of the council wishing to provide aid and the other half of council being quite hesitant. A heated debate ensues amongst the senators as to what sort of action should be taken, if any at all. Chancellor Sulvan Caze, the nation's recently-elected leader, is also present at the meeting.
"We cannot simply involve ourselves with the natural disasters of the surface" exclaims Senator Daviron Wallis. "If we are to provide assistance, millions in currency would be wasted on bringing forth resources which are needed for our own development in order to help a nation that does not even need assistance!"
The senator continues to provide a plethora of reasons why foreign aid should not be provided for at least five minutes, with most of his statements being constant repetition; the opponents of Senator Wallis's argument display emotions of bemusement, disapproval, impatience, condescension, and anger on their faces. Finally, a female senator by the name of Janet Simmons interrupts the repetitive Wallis and presents her side of the argument; as well as condemning Senator Wallis for his previous statements.
"Sir, me and my fellow comrades object all of your arguments!" quoth Senator Simmons, seeming eager to get her point across as well. "Perhaps all of us, including yourself, need to understand that an entire city has become nothing but rubble because of this devastating earthquake; it was not only the citizens and the government of the FCR that were affected by this horrible tremor, but our own as well. Also, we would be somewhat unreliable if we did not provide some kind of assistance to the FCR; thousands of casualties were reported and our nation's embassy was destroyed."
"How say you?" inquires Senator Wallis. Senator Wallis pretends to be amused, but is secretly offended by Senator Simmons's statements; he responds to her in a way that some would describe as somewhat rude: "How exactly has this earthquake affected our citizens?" "You are a madwoman to suggest this, and you have no proof!"
"I am afraid that you are incorrect again; the sovereign states of our nation have established transportation networks that go to the capitals of almost every nation in the region, and our own citizens are now stranded in the ruins of Newport Beach, one of the many cities that has tourists from our nation. Sir, if you are actually saying that leaving our own citizens stranded in a foreign country with no possible way to get out is the right way to go, perhaps you are the one who is mad."
"Nonsense!" yells Senator Wallis, failing to conceal his anger for any longer. "I do not care if our citizens are stranded there or not; our 'citizens' can rot in hell!"
Chancellor Sulvan and the rest of the members present at the meeting hear Senator Wallis's statement and immediately become silent. The Chancellor finally interrupts the two arguing senators and calls for order.
"Hold yourselves you too; perhaps we can take a vote on how to act instead of yelling for no reason," said Chancellor Sulvan while he was looking at the full damage report for the city. "I see that we cannot come to a solution at the present time; therefore, I will schedule an official meeting of council tomorrow to discuss this matter; you are all dismissed."