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    • Mystery In the Dolch See (Europa Halloween Special)
      Captain Clive Martin wrenched open the door the bridge, fighting against the wind from outside. He closed the door behind him with another spray or water hitting him in the face just as it closed. He turned around with a sour look on his face and stumbled a little bit against the rocking ship towards his navigator. "Give me an update on the storm."

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    • A Change in the Wind
      Aluxia: one of Eurth’s last remaining autocracies. It had survived for hundreds of years, largely ignored due to its backwards mentality and its lackluster economic prospects. The current Emperor, Davros XXII, was with the assassination of his father, Ravon XI. The ruler himself was rather handsome but his attitude and his warped perspectives could not be hidden behind his well-trimmed beard. He was married to Renna. Although the official record would say that their marriage was one of love and passion. For it was neither, it was one of traditional obligation. Neither liked the other but tradition dictated such arrangement, and that of bringing a plausible heir to life. A son would be born: Kravos.
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    • Coronation Celebration
      The Ministry of Foreign Affairs for the Kingdom of Seylos would hereby like to extend an invitation to all nations that are in diplomatic contact. Soon, the Crown Prince Aidan Redmond will be given the official crown as King of Seylos at his coronation. While the media and government refer to him as King, since he is the next in succession and the previous King has passed, traditionally the title does not officially pass until coronation though it is used beforehand if the coronation is guaranteed. It is here at this event all diplomatic staff, royalty, nobility, elected leaders, or other government officials are all invited to attend the proceedings beginning in the morning and lasting throughout the day.
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    • From Skies to Safety
      The calendar read 5 July 1948, Monday. It had been a year since the Thalassan War had ended, when the Gioktons had surrendered and the Sunset Sea Islands liberated from its oppressive leadership. It was a bloody war that saw the deaths of millions — military and civilian alike. It was not unusual that the Commonwealth had not yet recovered; yet despite this, the economy was, as a matter of fact, growing.
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    • Letters from Het Huisselant
      World's Greatest Diva and as a leader myself, I would love to congratulate you on your coronation. I remember when I was elected, it was so fun. We had a big victory party, there were drinks and food there, lovely. I think you can watch that particular episode of my reality show for free on my website, you should watch it if you haven't. Fun!
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    • Racing at high speed across the choppy Dolch, the four RHIBs of the naval infantry took a pounding from the spray. Hot on the heels of the Adapton helicopters, the brave men and women of El Regimiento de los Madrianos gripped their folding-butt rifles with apprehension; nobody knew what the hell was on that ship, and they had the dubious honor of finding out. A few thousand yards out, the meager flotilla split, a pair of boats each heading to the bow and stern. Scaling ladders slipping off the rail and pinching fingers, they hurried through the mist up onto the slippery, seaweed-covered deck. People's Lieutenant Alcubierre unslung his rifle and assembled his half of the company. "Sweep the deck; neutralize any resistance, take as many prisoners as you can. We don't know what the hell's belowdecks, so we'll wait until we rendezvous with the Adaptons before proceeding below. Move out!" Shivering on the wave-rocked deck, the fireteams spread out and advanced toward the middle of the ship; initially, it was all quiet, but it didn't take long before something characteristically awful happened. "Aaaaah! Un pez bastardo y bien feo! Mierda!" The clatter of carbine fire rang out across the ship, ricochets hitting the rail, the bridge and the deck. Rounding a corner, Alcubierre came face to face with horror. A stunted humanoid, no more than four-and-a-half feet tall, lay slumped at the feet of Private Guiterrez, its abdomen pock-marked with bullet holes and sickly green blood. Its visage was a ghastly grey, with a pair of black, doll-like eyes set in an inhuman, almost amphibian, face. Truly, there was more at work here than simple piracy. Far more. Fumbling for his radio, struggling not to retch, People's Lieutenant Alcubierre hit the Adapton frequency. "Santa Tacquita, we've...we've found...something. Something horrible."
    • Enter the world of high quality arms, aerospace, and defence! My name is Darius Hiero, Senior Vice President, and Technical Sales Director of, Vicarus Praesidium Sapientia. Formerly Vickers Weapon Systems! Welcome to the arms race!  Recently, my company, has decided a fresh change was needed. Out with the old and in with the new. We've changed our name, and with that, our product lineup. But have we changed our methods and what had made us famous? Absolutely f*cking not! We've been in this business longer then anyone can be damned to care about anymore, and we've been churning out the best arms, weapons, and all manner of murderous sh*t the whole time. We're the best at what we do, and what we do isn't very nice! But it's necessary. You might wonder what keeps us going. Apart from all the hookers and cocaine of course! But we here have a passion to provide you with the best, the brightest, and the most efficient ways of killing each other you can imagine. We want you to out gun, out smart, and out manoeuvre your enemy better then ever before.  Being part of the now renamed Vicarus-Castrum Group, we have the added bonus of working along side all of the VC groups subsidiary companies to bring you the absolute pinnacle of weapons design and manufacturing. And that lineage has made us a company our clients can believe in, a company our clients can trust!  With us at your side, you can know, you have finally found an arms dealer in Europa you can trust. Sound fair enough? You see, bigger weapons don't just give you a better life, better food, better cars, better pussy. It also makes you a better person. You'll be ferocious, you'll be relentless, you'll be vilified kings of kings! Now lets buy some f*cking guns!  Our full updated product list will be available soon. In the meantime, lets blow the roof off this mothers*cker! get in touch, and we can show you the best Europa has to offer! 
    • Smiling slightly, more to himself than Pranana, Goulielmos nodded at the Senator's comment of the rolling plains of grain and the fruitful olive trees. It was definitely a very pretty view and clearly tailored to give him and his small entourage a certain impression about Rihan. The Megas Logothetes could not fault it. It was as much a propagandistic display as being given a tour around busy factories or the bustling heart of a city. He would have done exactly the same in the Senator's shoes. And, considering Tagmatium's climate and preferred foods, it would have likely been almost exactly the same view, too. Although he might have chosen to have agricultural machinery rather than people in the fields but the effective would have been the same. The Tagmatine minister looked out of the corner of his eye at the AND agent – she was discretely taking notes on what the Senator was saying about the Rihannsu agricultural ministry. The journey continued to be very picturesque and Eugenios knew that he would definitely regret not being able to take any images of it home to his family. They would have loved to have seen this. Perhaps if relations between the Republic and the Megas Agios Basileia were to properly become normalised, he and Pranana would be able to have an official meeting. They could go through these motions again and Goulielmos would probably have to have acting lessons in order to maintain a convincing look of amazement at the vistas for the cameras that would undoubtedly follow the first official historic meeting between the two nations. “The view is certainly incredibly beautiful, Senator,” said the Tagmatine. He wondered if he could detect a slight hint of something to Pranana's words. Triumph, perhaps? Maybe a touch of accusation – Just think of what we could have achieved if we had stayed. It did seem that the Tellosanoi had achieved much since the Departure and they likely would not have been given the same level of freedom with they had remained within Arhomaneia. Likely, they would have had to have kept to the lands allotted to them by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, or even have been moved internally to an area thought to be at threat from barbarian invasion. Best not to mention that sort of thing. It' would be very undiplomatic to do so. The eagles were a great touch. If Eugenios was as cynical as Honorios Kontarian, the Megas Logothetes for War and his good friend, he might have suggested that they had been purposefully released in order to provide for this moment, as this sort of diplomacy was as much about theatrics as it was anything else. Having to try to herd some leopards into the right place would be a nightmare. And the Tagmatine didn't really like them, nasty bitey things that did kill more than a handful of people every year. The Rihannsu probably didn't have that problem with eagles. The sun was beginning to set as the cars drew up to the Praetor's palace and the Megas Logothetes remembered that Pranana had specifically mentioned the beauty of the sunsets in this part of the Republic. The building was awe-inspiring, a suitable home for the proud leader of a nation. The thought of how many Praetors had met their end here flashed through Eugenios' head and he suppressed it. If word of his own visit got out, then he hoped he wouldn't go the same way. Two bodyguards with just ceremonial, if completely functional, swords would not make much of an impact. What definitely did make an impact was the honour guard that stood at the ready at the bottom of the staircase. Horns blared, announcing the presence of the Praetor himself. Eugenios stood straighter and brushed the sides of his suit down, hoping that it was not too creased from sitting in the car from the airport. He gave the Praetor the half-bow and straightened up before speaking. “Praetor Terix, I am honoured to be here and representing Arhomaneia.The Agios Basileos kai Autokrator himself sends his greeting and hopes to one day meet with you in person.” He gave Terix a polite smile. “The flight was fine, Praetor, the best that could be hoped for for such a long journey,” said Goulielmos. He didn't really like using Common, although he was fluent in it. The arrogance that came naturally to every inhabitant of the country that styled itself as the centre of civilisation was offended by the fact that its language was not the one of diplomacy. “The journey to your home was, frankly, magnificent.” He wasn't lying. Even it had been carefully scripted, as the Megas Logothetes imagined it was, it was very artfully done and it did nothing to take away from the beauty of it. “I will pray that one day soon, you'll be able to visit Tagmatium and see sights that will make a similar impact on you as your nation has had on me.” Doing as Terix gestured, Goulielmos followed him to the viewing platform and looked towards the west. Both men were silent for the next ten minutes as the sun sank below the horizon. It was as breathtaking a sight as both Pranana and the Praetor had suggested. Neither had really got across how beautiful it was and the fact that this was the first sunset the Tagmatine had seen south of the equator, on a continent he had never stepped foot on before, added to the occasion. He could see why Terix would want to stop and set aside the cares of running a country for a brief moment, when this was what could be seen. Few aspects of politics could be as rewarding as just watching the sun slip out of sight. The mention of food made the Megas Logothetes realise how hungry he was and he did hope that talk of politics could be set aside until after the meal, but that was unlikely. Again, Eugenios followed the Praetor into the palace itself. “If the food that your cooks have prepared is just a fraction as good as that sunset then I will be very impressed.”
    • To: Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion From: Foreign Minister of the State of Tikva, Dagon Halevi MK It is an honor and a privilege to have received and read the previous communique sent to my office. Though our faiths may have differences, I firmly believe that our ability to cooperate and engage in genuine and honest dialogue exceeds any impediments that may exist within religious writings. As you've undoubtfully conveyed, we have suffered much and we've seen many of our numbers lost to the winds of time, far sooner than He granted, but we've done everything and more to make our new Home, the shining beacon of hope in an ever chaotic and at times, darkening world. We hold the values of our faith and the right to self-determination, paramount. An exchange of diplomatic missions between the Juddish State and the Great Arhomaneia should absolutely occur post-haste. Attached to this letter is the formal credentials of the assigned ambassador, Levana Cassel, who shall serve as our representative in Tagmatika. Upon receiving confirmation of your designated official, we will set aside an appropriate facility to act as your official embassy in our beautiful capital, Ayalon. Arhomaneia is also welcome to set up a consulate in our largest city, Harel. I look forward to building positive and long-lasting relations. Sincerely, Dagon Halevi
    • The Adapton helicopter has levelled itself above the unknown ship's bridge. The two remaining drone craft circling and covering it's hover. As it steadied itself The three aircraft in tandem fired off a barrage of flares and lit the entire night sky as if it was day. The unknown vessel had fallen silent. Eerily silent.  Four lines dropped down from the transport aircraft. And the first four of the Adapton marines repelled down onto the bridge. With the final two following shortly after. The three helicopters instantly retreated back to the safety of the Salamis. The Adapton team of six moved in silence, which made the boarding action seem even more eerie. Clad in black, with black case-less rifles, there was no trace of the presence of the Adaptons aboard the ship. They noticed almost immediately upon boarding how old the ship seemed to be. No technology of a modern vintage appeared present at all.  After gaining entry to the bridge by somewhat old fashioned methods, by Adapton standards, they made their way through the command tower of the ship. The bridge itself was vacant, with no sign anyone had even been on the bridge during the confrontation.  Eventually, the team moved off the bridge and into the lower part of the tower silently but quickly. They split into two sections of three each. Moving with grace and precision. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of one of the case-less rifles firing off twice, the famous double tap of the Adapton military. The section leader called out across the cross-com system.  "Status?" "One X down, room clear. Investigating then proceeding." As the shooter approached the corpse of the now neutralised attacker, it seemed to have vanished. None of the team members seemed to notice, just one minute a body was there, the next, it wasn't. As they rounded the next corner, expecting an injured assailant to be there, they were assailed by another. This time the lead team member parried away a bare handed attack from an almost wild looking assailant. As the savage attacker reared for another assault, the men suddenly noticed, there was something wrong here. An almost feral expression was across the mans face. As he lunged forward, a swift counter-move from the lead marine side stepped the attacker. Followed by a quick swipe to the legs, and as the attacker tumbled a sharp thud to the back of the head saw him fall to the floor unconscious.  "One secured." Came across the comm system.  "Tag and retrieve." Came the reply.  The team continued on their boarder action, en route to rendezvous with the Fulgistani teams. 
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